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train-wrecc · 1 year

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Sundays

niklaus mikaelson x female!reader

word count: 2.3k

fluff!

warnings!: none?

Y/n, Klaus, and Hope had been shopping for some new clothes for Hope. Albeit Hope didn’t need that many clothes seeing as you’d often find her wearing numerous variations of her uniform for the Salvatore School. However, Klaus spoiled the young tribrid. Always insisting to Y/n, “She’s a growing girl, my love, she needs them.”

“She needs 4 pairs of the same skirt in different colors, Nik?”

“She’s a Mikaelson love, it’s not about our needs, it’s about our wants. If she wants 5 Range Rovers in 5 different colors for each day of the school week, she’d surely get them.”

“Really?” Hope exclaimed turning to look at her dad.

“Why of course-”

“Not, sweetie your father’s just joking.” Y/n interrupted the hybrid, elbowing him in his side, to shut his mouth and not give the girl any ideas.

“Hope, honey, why don’t you go browse the shoes,”

“You’re so right mom, I’ve been dying to get a new pair of combat boots!” Her voice trailed off as she headed to the store's shoe section.

“Klaus, I thought we talked about this, we need to stop spoiling her.”

“Love, you talked, I simply sat there and listened.”

“Well, clearly you didn’t listen hard enough.”

“Honestly love, I don’t see what’s so wrong with giving her the things she wants, you know it’s how I show my affection,”

“I know Nik, but sometimes she needs to work for what she wants, we can’t just reward her for nothing.”

“How absurd of you to say that. We’re not rewarding her for nothing, we��re rewarding her for being my daughter-”

“Our daughter.” Y/n raised her brows while correcting him.

“Yes, our daughter, and for being a tribrid- I mean that can’t be easy, look at my past, and I’m only a hybrid…”

“Bub, I think that’s just you… and have you forgotten you’re not the only hybrid here?”

“No, but you’re a Heretic, sweetheart, don't you think there’s a wee bit of a difference there?

“Either way that’s not the point, Nik.”

“Alright, darling, I will try to spoil Hope a little less. Happy?”

“Yes, now let’s go find our daughter,” Y/n said before placing a small kiss on the Hybrid’s full lips.

After loading their expensive SUV with even more expensive bags of various clothing, jewelry, and shoes, the Mikaelson girls had become a little hangry.

“Nik, just stop at the grill, we’re starving.”

“Oh please, not that wretched place,”

“Niklaus, I swear if you don’t-”

“Alright, the Mystic Grill it is.”

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

At first, Niklaus refused to order anything from the grill, while Y/n and Hope ordered their favorites. Hope saw Landon working out of the corner of her eye, he’d been working there for a while now, and she’d thought he was kinda cute.

Hope quietly talked to her parents about what she’d been learning in her History of the Supernaturals class. After, Y/n gave Hope a sneak peek at her lesson plan for the upcoming Monday in her very own Advanced Magic class. Which, Hope was in, of course. Her mother was not only a teacher at the Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted but also a very powerful witch.

“Where’s our waiter? I’ve been wanting to order a Peanut Butter Blast, and Nik stop eating my fries when you said you didn’t want anything! I’m saving them for my shake.” Y/n said pulling her plate away from the thief she called her husband.

Niklaus held his hands up in mock surrender, stealing another fry when his wife wasn’t looking. Hope giggled at her father's antics, she loved her parents and hoped one day she would find someone to love her, just as much as they loved each other.

Y/n saw a waiter with curly hair passing by and stopped him, “Excuse me, could I get 2 Peanut Butter Blasts with whipped-“

“With whipped cream on the bottom?” The boy finished.

“Uh yeah, how’d you know?” Y/n questioned, a laugh escaping her lips.

The boy made a small gesture towards Hope with the pen in his hand. “It’s usually how Hope orders it, just assumed...and now I know where she got the idea from.” He answered with an awkward smile.

“Hey Landon,” Hope said returning the awkward smile.

“And how do you two exactly know each other?” Klaus questioned the pair.

“Well, I come here pretty often Dad, and Landon goes to Mystic Falls High, so yeah…”

“Mmm,”

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Landon,” Y/n spoke with a smile to try and ease the tension that Niklaus had created.

“You as well, uh, I should go and get that order in,” He said before walking toward the kitchen.

“You’re not dating anyone until you’re 100, I hope you know that,” Klaus said to his tribrid daughter, who responded with a roll of her eyes.

Klaus received a nudge in his side from Y/n, as Hope spoke up, “I don’t even like him like that, he’s just a friend, Dad.”

“Sure,” Niklaus said his words coated in sarcasm while Y/n snorted in amusement at her daughter, in an attempt to hold her laughter in.

“Just ike you’re mother and I were just friends, and look at where we are now… and no matter if you don’t like him, he clearly likes you Hopey,”

“Yeah right,” Hope said with the same amount of sarcasm as her father.

The group of three finally decided to head out once they had received their shakes, Y/n taking her fries as well. The car was filled with the hum of a jazz song that reminded the Mikaelsons of their true home, New Orleans. Of course, the only reason the Mikaelsons had left was to give Hope a proper education and expand her knowledge of her species; how to control her powers, and her heightened emotions. If there was one thing that Y/n and Klaus wished for their daughter it was that she never used her abilities for bad, for her to not follow the same path that her father once had. Albeit they would love her no matter what, always and forever.

Once they had made it to their expensive abode, Hope took her new wardrobe - with the help of her parents up to her room. She finished reorganizing her closet and went downstairs to be met by her father painting in their shared art room dedicated to their favorite shared craft. Hope joined Niklaus, placing her easel beside his, before beginning to besmirch the white canvas with various colors. The pair were focused on their own work, like usual, speaking a few sentences here and there. The pair preferred to bask in the comfort of the others presence. Hope truly loved her father, she knew he had made numerous mistakes in his extensive life, but she never held those against him, she knew of the abuse her father suffered in his childhood. It was that abuse that had shaped him combined with the heightened emotions of being a hybrid, made him prone to violence. Nevertheless, Klaus would never intentionally hurt his daughter in any shape or way, he had continuously made the effort to not jump to violence the second he felt upset or irate. Most of the time he would begin to feel anger or any emotions that would make him feel overwhelmed, he would often go somewhere to cool off and take a breather. He promised he would never raise his voice at his wife or daughter.

Nik accidentally bumped into Hope when he had been adjusting his canvas, causing her to create a large streak of red paint across her canvas. “Dad!” Hope blurted at the man who had caused her to ruin her masterpiece. “Dove, I’m so sorry, I swear it was an accident.” He said sincerely, looking at her canvas; he didn’t know when she had become a better painter than him.

“It’s alright,” She sighed.

“Here, go at it,” He turned his canvas toward her.

She gazed up at him before looking at the canvas, which was a painting containing two people with a little girl inbetween them with their hands clasped together in a field of flowers taking up the foreground, in the background the Salvatore Estate.

“Is that you, Mom, and me?” the girl questioned her father.

“It is indeed,” He replied with a nod.

She took a separate paintbrush and dipped it into a gray-almost-black color, adding the shadows of the figures to the canvas. Before her father could process it she swiped the paintbrush across his nose where freckles used to lay.

“Oh, you’re going to regret that, Dove.”

Klaus reached for one of his larger paintbrushes filled with a previous color of paint he’d used swiping it across Hope’s arm. Giggles, laughter, and shrieks filled the room and bounced off the walls. The sounds of happiness mixed with the clacking of feet running.

Y/n placed her book on the side table beside the oh-so-comfortable la-Z-boy chair she had begged Klaus for. She made her way to the large art room, practically the size of a large dining room, where she heard various noises. When she opened the door, she wasn’t sure what she was expecting, however, it was not paint strewn all over her handsome husband, beautiful daughter, and the floor that was thankfully protected by a clear, plastic tarp. A laugh escaped her lips at the sight of the two loves of her life flicking paint at each other. The sound made the two glance at the door, where Y/n stood slightly in front. The pair of artists quickly glanced at each other, silently conversing. They then ran toward Y/n, pulling her into a tight embrace and getting paint all over her, matching the other two. This caused her to squeal, the father-daughter duo pressing kisses to Y/n’s cheeks, resulting in various giggles escaping her lips.

“Alright, alright, thank you for the kisses,” She said trying to speak through her laughter. Y/n pulled away from them, returning the kisses, placing a kiss on both of their cheeks. She was looking at her little family, eyes filled with pure adulation, heart beating with nothing but happiness.

Suddenly a painting grabbed Y/n’s attention, two figures that resembled her and Nik and another stood in between them, which resembled a young Hope in a field of Y/n’s favorite flowers. Her old home, the Salvatore Estate in the background.

“Nik… you painted this…” She murmured, knowing the painting had his own artistic touch to it.

“Of course, my love.”

“I love it, it’s beautiful…” She murmured, her scintillating eyes meeting his light blue eyes. She placed her hand against his cheek, gently caressing his face before pulling her husband into a short gentle kiss filled with fervor. The two lovers pulled away, due to their daughter being in the room, and not wanting to scar her.

“We should hang it in the foyer, both of them,” She smiled at her two artists.

“Whatever you want, my love,” Nik replied, his arms gently caressing Y/n’s waist.

“Also, we need to clean ourselves up, today’s Sunday so we're going to your Uncle Stefan’s for dinner.”

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

The Mikaelsons arrived at the Salvatore’s house, and 2 other cars were already in the driveway. All of a sudden the front door swung open and Stefan and Caroline's son Cayden ran out to greet the family, as they unloaded from the SUV.

“Auntie Y/n, Uncle Nik, Hope!” He excitedly exclaimed.

The young boy threw himself at his aunt, happily squeezing her in a hug.

“Hi, sweetheart, how are you?” She said, caressing the seven-year-olds back while returning his embrace.

“I’m amazing! You know who isn’t? Sadie, she’s sad because her boyfriend broke up with her…” The young boy whispered the end of his sentence. “Oh my poor girl,” Y/n said.

Cayden ended up letting go of his aunt to greet his uncle just as excitedly. They began walking into the house greeted by Stefan, Damon, and Elena sitting on the large couch. Hope immediately went toward her aunt, greeting her and pulling her in for a hug. Nik greeted the Salvatore brothers before sitting down with his nephew, who immediately began to go on, and on about various topics.

“Stef, Damon!” Y/n exclaimed, pulling her younger and older brother into an embrace.

“Hey Y/n/n,” They greeted her in unison.

Y/n talked with the pair for a little before, she and Hope made their way into the kitchen to greet Caroline along with Sadie. They were shocked to find Rebekah, Marcel, and Rowena, their 10-year-old daughter, seated on the stools by the island.

“Bekah!” Y/n shrieked, bursting with joy at getting to see her sister-in-law, that was more of an actual sister to her. She hugged the woman tightly.

"Hi, love, how've you been?" Rebekah questioned the woman, who was still hugging her.

"Good, you'd know that if you visited more, I haven't seen you in months!" She exclaimed.

"I know I'm sorry I promise we'll visit more often." She responded, gently pulling away from the hug.

"You better, and why didn't you tell us you guys were coming!" She said lightly hitting the vampire on the shoulder, causing her to feign pain.

"We wanted to surprise you." She smiled at her sister.

"How's Nik, he giving you any trouble?"

"Oh always, you know how your brother is," Y/n laughed, “No, I’m kidding, he’s amazing but don’t tell him I said that, his ego’s already big as it is.”

“Are you ladies speaking of me? I heard the word ego…” Niklaus popped into the kitchen, his hand immediately finding it’s place on his wife’s waist.

“Speak of the devil,” Rebekah said.

The family aided in making dinner, which took quite long considering all the catching up and shenanigans that had occurred just like every Sunday dinner. It didn’t matter what was going on, family dinner was a must every week. Always and forever.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

A/N - The ending’s really crappy because I just wanted this out of my drafts and I honestly forgot where I had been going with this… also I have so many drafts that stop at 3k because I can never make it past 3k I truly don't know why, and I literally can't write fics that are like simple an around 1k. I have to make the most complex's plots and then never finish writing them 😭

#niklaus mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson #the originals imagine #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd fandom #hope mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #marcel gerard #mikaelsongifs #mikaelson family #xreader #klaus mikealson fanfiction #klaus mikealson smut #train-wreccmasterlist #twmasterlist

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danaredbeard · 19 days

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Okafor: Leading from behind

Naw he doesn’t pass the smell test. I am wondering in future callbacks (yes I am manifesting and entire new series). He has been called out by @starfruit-green and straight up and down he is a "bad guy".

I think that there is a deep subterfuge happening. I am just theorizing BUT… I had a flash that he was like the Gilliam character in Snowpiecer.

Gilliam is a key character in the series "Snowpiercer," serving as a mentor and leader within the lower-class sections of the train. He is portrayed as a wise and resilient figure, embodying a sense of authority and deep-rooted knowledge about the train's operations and history. Gilliam is physically disabled, using a wheelchair, (we will get back to this) but his disability doesn't diminish his influence or intelligence.

Throughout the series, Gilliam plays a crucial role in guiding and protecting the protagonist, often providing valuable insights and advice. His character is complex, displaying both compassion and a steely determination to survive and maintain order in the chaotic world of the train. Gilliam's backstory and personal history are gradually revealed, adding depth to his character and explaining his motivations. (Okafor’s backstory gives him credibility with Thorne but especially with Rick) Ultimately, he represents resilience in the face of adversity and serves as a moral compass within the confined and stratified society of the Snowpiercer train.

However, it is discovered that Gilliam is actually a former security officer named Andrew Layton who once worked for Mr. Wilford, the creator of the train. Gilliam/Layton's transformation from an enforcer of Wilford's rule to a compassionate leader among the lower-class passengers.

The reveal of Gilliam's true identity brings into question his motives and allegiances, highlighting the complexities of survival and morality aboard the Snowpiercer. This revelation not only impacts the dynamics among the characters but also challenges the audience's perception of power and authority within the train's social hierarchy.

Gilliam's disability and the true story behind how he was injured is depicted as having lost his legs during the initial chaos that ensued when the train was first boarded by desperate passengers trying to escape the freezing temperatures outside. This injury leaves him disabled and confined to a wheelchair, but he becomes a respected leader among the lower-class passengers in the tail section of the train.

Okafor’s “injury” or as Beale like to say his “story” is that he killed his own wife to save others.

Honestly, I still think Beale and Okafor had a plan for Rick. The Way that Beale wanted Rick to takeover so quickly. My guess is that Rick returning to the CRM was proof enough to Beale that Okafor had broken him in. Needless to say he had no idea what Michonne could unravel in one heartfelt day.

It was interesting to hear Beale question Rick “Well, Why did you come back. You were free. You could have stayed dead.”

And that right there is why this series was called The Ones who Live and not the ones who hide and play dead.

#the ones who live #the walking dead #towl #rick grimes #twd towl #TWD Okafor #Okafor #TOWL CRM

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smizzy · 2 years

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Being Angela's sibling and dating El

mannn im finna whip dis hoe

DONT GET ME STARTEDDDDDD

angela having a soft spot 4 u cus ur her sibling

but shes not kissing up ur ass 24/7

just mildly picking on you

it was all well until you saw a brown short haired girl getting laughed at by your sister and her friends

you didn't say anything knowing how Angela was, but you made a mental note to make sure to look out for that same girl

as time went by she started telling you more and more about the same girl

stories about how she treats her, jokes made in class about her, names being thrown around

you found out her name was Jane and her brother Will both coming from outta state

she was cute you'd give her that

you wanted to talk to her, maybe more

yeah Angela's mischievous actions ticked you off day by day

but during those days you were getting closer to Will meaning also getting closer to Jane too

on the first day you talked to both of them you told them you swore you weren't like your sister

They were on the fence still more so Jane and ofc u don't blame them after the image your sister technically gave you both

But Angela started noticing you staring out for someone during school

or saying you have something for school and spending less and less time with her

not too long after Will, Jonathan, Joyce started noticing when you were brought up she have a reddish pink tint appear on her face with the most adorable blushing smile

it's just so easy to see how much she's into you

and they think it's the most cutest thing ever

the incident at the roller-rink left you stunned but you couldn't say she didn't deserve the hit.....

days pass and you get even more close with Jane, maybe even little flirty remarks, you were in deep babe

After school you heard loud snickering knowing what was happening already, you walked over to Jane helping her up and picking up her dropped belongings and putting them back in her bag

"just give it up already Angela, she's clearly desperate now just spare all of us the time"

it was the first time you ever stood up for Jane

Angela had to make sure she wasn't trippin fr

THE CONFESSIONNNNNNNNN

she scraped her chin with a scratch on her cheek so thinking it was good idea you told her to sit still as you go find any type of first aid in the Hopper-Byers house

As you began treating her she asked you in a low soft voice why you did what you did back at school

you couldn't say anything, like your words were stuck in your mouth

not cus of how scared you were to admit how you felt, but the closeness of face to face ratio

"y/n" you hesitantly moved your eyes up to hers

And in a quick movement she placed her lips right on yours mking you burn up, you dropped the cotton ball and place you hand in hers until you realized what was happening and you pulled away

"I don't care" she said after the sudden quick step back "Honestly I don't care when it comes to being with you, ever since we met it's just been you on my mind"

from there on you knew he rest would be history

NOW LETS TLAK ABOUT DATING

the Byers family loving to have you over anytime even on school nights

photos! photos! photos!!!

she feels the most purest love with you

#mikewieneraintshit

Angela treating her a little nicer day after day when she's over at your house

meaning she'll stop bothering her at school

your gf has the most thanks to give to you from finally getting Angela off her back to winning the most fantastic, affectionate, loving, kind, charming, cool, stunning, humbled, sexy, hilarious girlfriend of all time

you make her feel all mushy whenever you guys kiss

wishing hopper and everyone in Hawkins would meet you

teaching her how to cook and bake

y/n shrine in her room

stick drawings of you both with everyday accessories and hearts around with blushing cheeks is a must 24/7

thinking about a future with you

if eleven gets something from the store she's getting one for y/n you best believe that mate

#eleven hopper #eleven hopper x reader #stranger things imagine #eleven x reader #will byers #will byers x reader #jonathan byers #stranger things season four #stop #how to get phone number???#the only brit id eat crackers and tea with

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ipseitydelrey · 5 months

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hi! can you do denki x black fem reader who has long thick locs? just general headcanons and fluff about denki x black female reader please (also for some more insight can reader have water quirk but like it’s not basic and is very powerful)

(have a good day/night)

such a cute idea !! i hope you have a good day/night too

headcanons ☆ denki & your locs

ship denki kaminari x black!fem!reader

warnings none !! pure fluff <3

a/n as a disclaimer, i’m white; i ended up doing a ton of research about the history of locs and how to take care of them (i used this website as a guide while writing the headcanons). if i end up getting anything wrong, please let me know so i can correct it!

also i feel like this definitely could have been written better. i’ve been having a creative block lately, but i still really wanted to write this. i hope it’s still enjoyable !!

★ when you passed the entrance exams, you were expecting ua to have a strict dress code, which includes hairstyles.

★ luckily the ua dress code is really flexible !!

★ due to your hydrokinesis quirk causing humidity problems, you found it better to have your hair in locs.

★ you only had locs for about five or six months, so they are still locing, meaning that most of them are quite puffy and thick.

★ 90% of the time your locs are down, but during training sessions (either during class time or when you’re training with denki) you like to put your hair up!

★ you never really let people touch your hair, but one day you needed help with detoxing your locs.

★ of course the only person who was in the dorms at the same time was denki.

★ since you trust him enough, you asked if he could help, to which he happily agreed!

★ you spent at least ten minutes trying to explain to denki how the process works, but he kept getting confused.

★ “but why are you using baking soda? i don’t think it tastes good with the vinegar.” “…what do you think baking soda is?” “…” “denki, do you eat baking soda?” “can we start the detoxing now?”

★ when you’re soaking your dreads, you get denki to massage the locs to thoroughly cleanse them.

★ you swear that if the whole hero thing doesn’t work out for him, he should be a masseuse. he doesn’t just massage your locs, but also your scalp.

★ so considering that you have to not move for upwards of twenty minutes, he really helps with relaxing.

★ when it came time to condition the dreads, he also does it for you. throughout the detoxing process, you can honestly just relax and let denki do all the work, following your instructions.

★ an extra thing he does during detoxing is compliment your hair and ask how you loc your hair and maintain them. again, you explain and again, denki asks many questions. you think it’s cute how hyper he is about your hair!

★ of course, after you finish, you thank him and he gets all blushy while assuring that it’s “no problem!”

★ you still don’t let people touch your hair. except for one exception: denki!

again, please lmk if i got anything wrong !! i wanna make sure it’s accurate 🫶

#✩ ⊹˖ ꒰ denki ꒱ ୨🎧୧ #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha x reader #mha x you #mha x black female reader #denki kaminari #denki x reader #denki kaminari x reader #denki kaminari x you

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someinstant · 1 year

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So my World History class is in its final unit of study, and today we were discussing the transformation of technologies following World War II: communication, transportation, infrastructure, biomedical advances, environmental and agricultural technologies-- it's a very broad standard. Anyway. As part of this lesson, I talk about the development of computers, from Babbage's theoretical "difference engine" and Lovelace's early programming, to Turing's machine learning, to the rise of the personal computer and the internet. It's usually a little mindblowing for them, because they really have no idea what computers do, or how the internet works.

But I have a student in this class who is gender diverse and very interested in LGBTQ+ matters, and who has recently been asking me a lot of questions after class about the recent passage of anti-trans legislation in the US-- they know the other class I teach is on politics, so they know I pay a lot of attention to policy like that. I try hard to make sure that if students express interests in a topic, I find a window into it in our curriculum, if appropriate. So when discussing Turing, I mentioned that he had been arrested for being gay (I know that's a simplification of the case, but I didn't really have the time to get into the legal arguments around "gross indecency"), and the after effects of that arrest are widely assumed to have led to his death two years later. My point was that the state's persecution of Turing resulted in the loss of a singular mind-- and there have been lots and lots of brilliant, innovative people in history who have been prevented from making incredible discoveries because of who they are.

To which one of my students replied, "It was illegal to be gay?," apparently in earnest. A couple of students kind of laughed, sort of astounded at the question-- mostly the ones who I think have a little broader world view and know a little bit about LGBTQ+ history and rights.

But-- reader, I did not know how to immediately respond. Because I suppose the simple, naïve response would be: oh, look at this innocent child! Look at how they assume the world should be fair, because they don't see any reason for discrimination on the basis of sexuality! And I mean, that's a lovely thing to imagine.

But I don't think that's what this was. This is a child-- young adult, honestly-- who did not know that it was illegal to be gay in most countries until very, very recently. That's not naivete; that's ignorance. And they did not know because we're not teaching them. And frankly, if anyone from my district's central office had been in the classroom at that moment, I'm not confident that they would have let me finish my explanation.

Once I stopped swallowing my tongue, I told them about Lawrence v. Texas and Obergefell v. Hodges, and what those legal decisions did in the US. And then I told them what years those things happened in. And my student said, "But that's after I was born," and I said, "Yes. It was. It was just a moment ago."

(To my student who wanted to know why so many anti-trans bills are passing: this is part of the reason why, honey. Because it's easy to be afraid of and Other people whose names and stories you don't know.)

#personal #teachin' history #lgbtq+#us politics

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hope-drunk · 2 years

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- i want you | s. harrington

| you get stuck with steve to do a task, you and him don’t have the greatest history.

| content warning: angstangstangst, but then very sweet at the end. mentions of bullying but not hardcore bullying steve’s just a dick, mild swearing, not really proofread tbh

steve harrington was an asshole. that’s just a fact. you met steve in your biology class, reluctantly being lab partners. he gave you the nickname ‘mouse’. shoving the work towards you with a, “here you go, mousy.” and a snicker. he wouldn’t lift a goddamn finger. you honestly have no idea how he passed the class.

so when you somehow got recruited into a group who saves hawkins 24/7, you were quite surprised to see steve there. watching the kids, fighting off monsters. he didn’t seem the type to ever give a shit about any of this. you would think he’d be getting drunk, not caring what was gonna happen. it was a curveball to see him, none of the people in the group really made sense honestly, nancy wheeler? robin buckley? but steve harrington? that was the biggest surprise of them all.

“hey mouse, can you come help me with this?” steve snaps you out of your thoughts. “yeah, coming.” steve takes you out to skull rock to cover up the footprints you all left there, you guys didn’t want jason and his band of boys to be able to find where you went. so here you were. dragging your feet in dirt with steve “the hair” harrington.

it was quiet for the first few minutes, only the sound of feet on the ground. breaking the silence, steve says, “so, uh, how’s biology going for you?” you let out a noise that’s somewhere between a scoff and a laugh. “i don’t use it much these days.” you quip, still zig-zagging your walk. steve lets out a little right, right, yeah, and goes back to silence.

“you got any, like, plans after all this is over?” he asks, he stops walking and looks at you. you stop as well, puzzled by his sudden interest in conversation. “look we really, i mean, really, don’t have to do this whole talking thing.” you start back on your path turning away from him. “yeah i mean i know we don’t have to but, i just wanted to talk to you, i feel like we never talk, y’know?” he says while starting up his walk again, albeit a lot slower.

“you certainly didn’t care to talk to me during biology.” you say, a mumble, but loud enough to get the point across. steve’s quiet for a while, lips pursed in thought.

“listen, i know i was a dick back then, okay? i had this idea of who i was supposed to be, but that’s not me anymore. i honestly always thought you were really cool. i just, didn’t know how to talk to you.”

“you didn’t know how to talk to me because it would ruin your image.” you point out. steve quietly lets out a yeah.

“and i’m sorry about that! i really am. really, i wish i got to know you back then. but i- i wanna get to know you now!” he says, hands on his hips, head low. “why now? because the world’s ending? and you don’t wanna leave any stones unturned?” you snap back at him. you’ve both stopped walking now. you actually look like you’re about to fight. standing across from each other, pacing. troubled looks plaster both of your faces.

“i wanna get to know you, because i like you, okay? because you’re funny, and you’re kind, and fuck you’re gorgeous. and you’ve always been these things! always! i was just too much of an asshole to care, or notice. i shoved the work at you, i never spoke, i didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of you! you’re so fucking smart, and gentle. and i didn’t know how to approach my feelings towards you. so i was a douchebag. and if you can’t forgive me, i get it. but i’d really like you to forgive me, please.” he’s pacing, faster now. throwing his hands around, they fall on his hips occasionally.

that’s all you can focus on while he’s giving his confession, honestly. how expressive he is. how much he uses his hands and arms to get his point across. how he’ll drag them over his face. how many times he fixes his hair. and you realize at this point, that maybe you don’t hate steve harrington like you thought you did. maybe people can change, maybe he’s telling the truth.

“you, like me? and have? since biology?” you trail off, pulling your bottom lip into your teeth nervously. ready for him to start laughing in your face, waiting for the big prank, waiting for everyone to jump out, and make fun of your eagerness.

“yes, mouse. i really like you.” he says, coming closer to you. he puts his hand on your right cheek, runs his thumb right below your lips. “okay.” you whisper, scanning his face all over. his brown eyes bore into yours, and he lets out a small laugh.

“okay? that’s all you have to say?” he’s smiling at you, teasing you, but not in the way he used to. “well, i don’t have a way with words like you do, steve. but i forgive you. and... once this is over, i’d like to get to know you better too.” you’re smiling into his hand.

you and steve finish your task of covering the trail, bashing shoulders playfully while you walk. when you get back to the others, you can hear robin mutter, “fucking finally.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington angst #stranger things imagine #steve harrington imagine #steve !

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wat-the-cur · 6 months

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Butt-Head to David: Uh, you know that grief counselor we had one time? I'm pretty sure he roofied Beavis and did it with him. But could you, like, not tell Beavis that? He'll freak out.

Oh my gosh, this is exactly what that fic I was going to write would be about. Honestly, I might as well share what it’s about, in case I never write it. I’m going to put it under a cut, just because I don’t want anyone to be triggered, or uncomfortable.

Trigger Warning: Mentions of CSA, Trauma, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Neglect.

So, David, against his principles, has allowed the class to take lunch at a McDonald’s. Because he doesn’t want to eat there, he’s milling around the tables, making sure everyone has something to eat and are behaving. Beavis and Butthead, of course, are sitting on a table by themselves, away from everyone else. As David approaches, he overhears part of a conversation.

Essentially, he overhears Butthead instructing Beavis not to spank his monkey at the McDonald’s. This was why I was reluctant to write the story. It’s sort of taking Beavis’ habit of public masturbation seriously. I recall reading, though I am no expert at all, that it is not unusual for victims of CSA to do sexually inappropriate things in public, as a way of acting out, drawing attention, or simply because they have been made to feel it’s normal to do so. I think, I am not sure of the exact workings of this, and I am sure it must be different from person to person. Beavis himself, seems largely ignorant of every single instance of CSA he has suffered (barring the incident with Cora Anthrax), but both he and Butthead (who has also experience CSA, though was apparently aware of all of it) have a history of exposing themselves, or doing sexual things in public, or on other people’s property. Beavis more so, having gone so far as to masturbate in a packed classroom, something even Butthead finds odd.

Beavis sees Butthead’s reasoning, doesn’t spank his monkey and instead cheerily gets up to go and get ketchup, actually greeting a rather relieved David as he passes. Threat of an awkward telling off now apparently averted, David sidles over to Butthead, who is munching contentedly at his fries and staring out the window, not acknowledging David at all. David asks Butthead how he is getting on, to which Butthead, without looking at him, immediately reports that he stopped Beavis from jerking off. Quite accustomed to this sort of admission, David just nods and flatly congratulates him on his achievement, when Butthead looks up at him and says something along the lines of:

“A lot of old guys wanna score with Beavis. If he spanks his monkey in here, he might get another one.”

And, because it’s Butthead, David almost let’s it roll off him as yet another crass statement. But, he looks into Butthead’s pointed eyes, as he continues to stare and chew his food, for just that second too long. And the horrible gravity of the statement actually hits him. He waits for Butthead to chuckle, but he doesn’t. Not until after he looks away and takes a sip of his shake. His giggle sounds jittery, like a broken record, like it did, unbeknownst to David, after Butthead found out what Rick did to Beavis.

It’s far from a comfort fic, or a resolution one. I think David definitely knows that Beavis and Butthead have it rough, but they are such perpetual clowns, he easily forgets. And he doesn’t really know just how bad things have been. This fic idea was meant to be that moment when he really realised, and is in terrible awe that he never noticed, or took any of the signs seriously, before. It also touches on a genuine, if deep down concern that Butthead has for Beavis. He will let a lot of things happen to Beavis, but the idea of another Rick coming along genuinely frightens him. In his own way, he is trying to prevent this.

#asks #tw csa #tw csa mention #tw child abuse #beavis and butthead #b&bh #beavis #butthead #david van driessen #mr van driessen

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panicdeleter · 9 months

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the unfortunate experience of having dissociative identity disorder diagnosed young is that I go to a fucking psych hospital tell them I have DID and they just, don't believe me. I had fucking Fuge. Motherfucking fuge. Nowhere online can I even find a description of what fuge looks like during the process other than "bewildered wandering" and these psychs definitely got the abnormal psych class at the local college that I've been told by someone who took the class "doesn't even mention the disorder" so my *absolutely has had dyskinesia like 6 times because my first doctor gave me 5mg of abilify as a 5 year old and wrecked my brain* having ass bitch got put on antipsychotics and because I was also age regressed out the ass, and totally disconnected from reality and deep in some antichrist demon boyfriend fantasy (I have... interesting power fantasies when totally unable to cope that apparently just, took over? like I *was* the maladaptive daydream) yeah I just, I want to go on, I can't I don't have the energy to pop back three stages of disconnected connected thoughts. This is just, how I think. I had a point but the amnesia kicked in and now I'll have to walk back through the thought process to find the idea and pick it back up with a new thread of self. I feel like I'm mostly fragment and not even alter. It's fucking atrocious in here guys. I am sorry for the incoherency. I'm tired of doctors not knowing what this disorder even is while also contradicting themselves by believing they're capable of distinguishing between "true" and "false" did like anyone would honestly pretend to be like this... like BPD and DID... I've met several people diagnosed BPD and like, low and behold after a while of hanging out and just, talking about myself and them BPD, CPTSD, and DID all feel like a spectrum of the same fucking thing. It's the same shit. I have at least one friend who's a diagnosed autistic narcisist and she's *also* dealing with the same underlying shit. Like it's all fucking trauma. I'm fucking pissed about how little information there is about DID vs Schizophrenia and how people don't have enough training to recognize did.... which doesn't respond to medications and shouldn't be medicated in the first place... and it takes 5-12 years on average to get diagnosed. That's 5-12 years of intense psychiatric drugs. 5-12 years of being a fucking hostage to a system that isn't educated about you, being passed from psych to psych as they slowly realize they don't know what's wrong with you, from therapist to therapist as they say they *aren't qualified to help*, direct quote from a therapist of mine. I have no idea how to emphasize on top of this how exausting this all is. How much each intake appointment means ripping into your history of trauma and telling them your entire backstory as much as you can. Every bubble sheet filling how much you struggle. Every psych eval... after psych eval after psych eval. I must have had at least 20. I'm tired. This is a major injustice no one gives a shit about. It won't improve, because unlike autism we don't have marketable devices, unlike schizophrenia we don't seem scary or dangerous, unlike chronic illness we can't be scienced in imperical ways, we can't be examined through the lenses of biopsy and genetic testing... what little research is even out there is mostly about detecting "fakers"... when a commonly known symptom of did is dissociating about your dissociation. I want help. I really, truly want help. There just *isn't help*.

#disability #plural #dissociative identity disorder #disability rights #I wish I had access to a dissociative identity disorder friend group #but like the plural tag is 90% syscourse #fuck it it's going on this post anyway #traumagenic #fuge

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saiilorstars · 10 months

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Ch. 22: Closer

Fandom: Harry Potter (Hogwarts years 1-7) Pairing: Draco x OFC

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Story Masterlist // Romina’s Masterlist

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It had been pretty normal at Hogwarts lately, or as much as it could be there anyways. Students enjoyed Halloween as it came and passed as much as one could when it was a Saturday with no classes and little to no homework. So, it was pretty strange - actually alarming - to be ordered out of their dorms late at night by Head Boys and Girls in their pajamas.

Personally, Romina felt like cattle being herded from the dorms. She didn't know whether or not to feel better when they learned that the entire student body was being 'herded' into the Great Hall. They were all to sleep there tonight. Murmurs were quick to start about the reasons behind this sudden arrangement, and it wasn't until the Gryffindors began to arrive that the other Houses started getting some answers. The moment Romina heard about Sirius Black's attempt to get into the Gryffindor tower, her legs went wobbly. Angel had to swoop in and catch her before she actually crashed onto the floor.

"I wonder why she's scared," Pansy began to tease her. "I bet it was her who helped Black into the school."

"Shut your mouth, Pansy," snapped Arden. "That makes literally zero sense!"

Angel took Romina away from the two arguing girls to make sure she was okay. "You do look a little pale," he remarked, taking one of her hands in. "Even if Sirius Black did manage to get into the school, I don't think he stuck around much. You don't have to be scared."

"I don't think this is about me," Romina said, swallowing hard. She felt people were already looking her way. She looked around, trying to spot one specific boy in the sea of students. "I need to see Harry, find out what happened."

"I don't think that's a very good idea," Angel said, "At least, there's no point. What happened, happened."

"Then I need to know what happened," Romina said with a slight edge in her voice. She wasn't one of those people who could live without knowing, at least not for some things. She pulled her hand out of Angel's and told him she'd be back later. She went in search for Harry right after.

She eventually found him setting up his sleeping bag next to Ron's and Hermione's and sat down with them, immediately asking what happened.

"It's fine, we weren't even inside yet," said Harry.

"So...do you think it was actually him then?" Romina asked nervously.

"Well, I believe something happened," Hermione said. "Somebody definitely tried entering the portrait hole - the Fat Lady's been marred. Poor thing."

"It was Sirius Black!" Ron cried again, drawing the attention of other students.

"Ron," Harry hissed at him. "Shut it, will you? I don't want the extra attention on us, if that's alright with you!"

"Ditto with that," Romina said. "I bet the stories and conspiracies about how Sirius Black entered the school will be flying by tomorrow morning. I mean, all this still leaves the question, doesn't it? How did Sirius Black get into the castle?"

"Maybe it wasn't even him!" Hermione insisted with the alternative.

"It was him, Hermione," Ron said sharply. "Stop trying to convince yourself it wasn't."

"Sorry if I'm a little bit hesitant when people are swearing that Sirius Black just apparated into the school," Hermione said with a huff. "Honestly, am I the only person who's ever bothered to read Hogwarts, A History?"

Harry shook his head as the two started going back and forth. He looked at Romina and saw she'd fallen pensive. "Rom, you alright?"

Romina blinked several times as she brought herself out of her thoughts. "I was just thinking...well...if he got in once...what's stopping him from doing it again?" Her quiet question managed to silence Hermione's and Ron's bickering, and leave Harry a little pale.

"I'm...I mean..." Hermione started stammering trying to come up with an answer to ease everyone's nerves, "Well, this is Hogwarts. He can't...he can't do it again. Surely Dumbledore will up the security, plus - the Dementors! The Dementors are lurking about!"

But it didn't really matter to Romina, nor Harry for that matter. They all thought the same: if Sirius Black escaped the Dementors not once, but twice already, what would stop him from doing it a third time?

Romina thought that was enough for the evening and decided it was time to go find her sleeping bag. On her way back, she definitely felt some eyes were on her. She swore a trio of Ravenclaw girls were talking about her because when she passed them, they quickly ducked their heads and stopped mumbling.

"You're going to yank your hair out in clutches at this point and I don't think you have enough hair for that," Draco said as soon as Romina had sat down on her sleeping bag.

She turned around and followed his gaze to her hand that had made it to the short tips of her hair. She instantly dropped it to her lap; she had no idea when her hand had even reached up to her hair. "Oh, shut up," she said with a tired sigh. She could hear Arden and Pansy bickering behind her.

"Could've told you that going over to your little Gryffindor friends would do you no good," Draco said, eyes briefly flickering to said Gryffindor group. "Now you're looking phenomenally pale."

"It's not their fault."

"It never is, is it?"

Romina's face fell straight. "You think it's their fault that Sirius Black broke into the castle, then?"

Draco scoffed. "You think Sirius Black broke in at all?"

"You...don't?" Romina was genuinely shocked to see Draco easily tell her 'no'. Everyone else around them was buzzing with rumors and whispers about the escaped inmate and he didn't believe not one of them?

"I hardly think that he'd come in here to have a chit chat with one of us."

In that moment, Romina envied Draco. She envied his easy, almost naive, outlook on the world. What he thought could so easily be what many other students would think about the whole situation. Why would an escaped inmate risk everything to come into a school? It didn't make sense...to those who had no idea what really ran through said school.

"I wish I was like you," she said abruptly.

Draco blinked at her. "What?"

"I wish I could have your easy perspectives on things. You don't seem to really think about things as much as I do."

"That's because I don't overthink things, Oswell. You should really try it, although I don't quite like what you insinuate about my thought process."

"I'm not insinuating anything, Draco. I just mean that you think pretty easily about things."

Somehow, the scowl on Draco's face kept getting deeper and deeper. "I'd also say that maybe the reason you overthink things is because you don't say everything. We both know why you're so overwhelmed with the Sirius Black thing. It all goes back to the boggart."

"You and your bloody boggart — let it go already!"

"It's you who needs to let it go, Oswell. All of it. You could self-combust you know."

Romina's scowl could now match Draco's easily. "You ever self-combust when you stick your nose into other people's business?"

"Oh, so now this is my fault again?" Draco scoffed. "All I do is try to help you but you don't seem to care."

"Well, you get mad at everything!"

"You're one to talk! The most minimal mention of your parents—"

"Be quiet!" Romina hissed at him. "They're not my parents and if you dare say that again, it'll be the last thing you do!"

"Oh, I think I'm done doing things for you," Draco retorted. "I think this is where we part for the night, and tomorrow and—"

"Draco, I didn't mean to argue—"

"You don't 'mean' to do a lot of things lately! You just open your mouth and let it run like a—" But Draco took a breath to stop himself. He was irritated and he wanted to stay like that...no matter what kind of pouty face she had on. Without saying another word, he turned his back on her to go to sleep. She could do whatever she wanted for all he cared.

~0~

Autumn was beginning to enter its last phase of the season - the Whomping Willow was shaking off its last leaves to get ready for the incoming Winter. As the weeks progressed into November, Romina was tasked with more tutoring from McGonagall towards various year 1 and even year 2 students. She was now sure McGonagall was doing her part to keep the girl busy and probably distracted from the growing rumors about Sirius Black's break-in. Romina had heard way too many that involved herself and it was hard to ignore all of them. Whether it was a tactic from McGonagall or she was just better at transfiguration than she thought, tutoring turned out to be a pleasant distraction.

She enjoyed teaching and what's more, she enjoyed talking to students who had no care for the Dementors and Sirius Black. Romina always ended up laughing when she tutored Luna Lovegood, and most recently Ginny Weasley. The second years had become close friends because one or the other always ended up at each other's tutoring session towards the end. Today's was no exception.

Luna ended up poking her head into the classroom.

"Ginny, are you done?" Luna poked her head inside the classroom. Her eyes scanned the room until she found Ginny. "I was hoping to get to Charms with you."

"You're right on time, Luna," Romina said as Ginny went to get her belongings on the desk beside them. "We were done a couple minutes — erm, Luna, are you shoes still missing?"

Because Luna was once again shoeless.

"Yes, but I'm not worried," Luna gave a casual shrug of her shoulders. As she looked around the empty classroom, Ginny gave a deflated glance at Romina. It seemed that no matter who talked to Luna about it, she just wasn't that concerned with all her shoes disappearing constantly.

After the two girls were gone, Romina headed back to the common room to replace her books. They would be having DADA in about an hour. She walked straight into the dormitory and started getting ready. As usual though, she spent a lot of time staring at herself in the mirror instead. She didn't do it to be vain, nor to see any flaw on her. No, there was a specific reason she stared at herself more often nowadays.

She leaned closer to the mirror, staring at her eyes. Little by little, her nose crinkled with disdain. She turned to her bed and slipped a hand underneath her pillow and pulled out a small picture. If she stared at herself, it was to compare, and try to fix the similarities.

The older woman bobbed her head back and forth with a smug face in the picture. She had long black hair in stylish curls over her chest and malevolent blue eyes. She was rather taunting next to the taller dark-haired man with dark brown eyes who seemed more quiet but equally devilish with a smirk on his face. Both were young, probably no more than 17 or 18. Both were beautiful and handsome, elegant even, wearing their regal robes at some celebration but the sight of them made Romina shudder every time.

The truth is, Elora and Caplan Oswell terrified Romina. Because behind all that pretty makeup and regality, they were coldblooded murders. Romina wanted nothing to do with them and unfortunately for her, she looked a lot like them. She had her Caplan's dark eyes, Elora's cheekbones, their hair color, and so on. She had to fix what she could. She'd done her hardest so far, starting with her hair. Hair could change someone so much about a person, but there was still the matter of everything else.

Suddenly, the door burst open, startling Romina. She nearly dropped her picture when Pansy and Millicent burst into the room.

"Hurry up!" Millicent yelled at Pansy. The latter skidded to a stop in the middle of the room and looked at Romina as the girl slipped something underneath her pillow.

"What are you doing?" Pansy made a face.

"Nothing," Romina said quickly. Her eyes fell on a pair of significantly colored shoes in Pansy's hands. "Since when do you wear rainbow shoes?"

"As if," Pansy walked calmly to her bed, though still eyeing Romina rather oddly. "Some Ravenclaw handed them to me - it's a chain game, you see."

"Chain game...with shoes?"

"Yeah. Ravenclaws start it - they take the shoes from this one weird girl and then they handed them to Hufflepuffs, Gryffindors and us."

Romina heard several wrong things about that so she started with the one thing that really stood out. "Wait...what weird girl?" Her eyes narrowed on the two girls.

Pansy shrugged and went to her bed to hide the shoes. She stuck them underneath it.

"Some girl with corknuts for earrings," Millicent said, "Loony Lovegood."

"Luna Lovegood," Romina corrected, "And you're stealing her shoes!?"

Pansy scoffed as she turned around and saw the anger flashing across Romina's face. "What's it to you? It's hilarious. You could use a fucking laugh this year, you know. You've been an extra pain in the ass so far. C'mon, Millicent." She started for the door, leading Millicent out.

Affronted, Romina went after the two in the hallway. "Pansy, you can't just do things like that! Luna's done nothing to you guys! She's a second year! That's just lazy bullying and so beneath you!" She followed the girls into the common room. "How can you be okay with letting some poor girl walk around without shoes?"

"It's not like they take all of them," Pansy waved it off with casualty. "Clearly they leave a pair for her to use in class."

"That's not the point! Luna is so sweet she doesn't deserve that."

Pansy turned around, seeming more than bored with the conversation. "She's weird. If she wasn't a Pureblood, she'd have it worse."

"Oh, well as long as that's being taken into consideration then I suppose it's fine!" Romina sarcastically threw her hands in the air.

Pansy let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. "Honestly, you used to be more fun. Now you're just getting more and more annoying. It's either you whine and then cry or vice versa."

"Would you stop insulting me already? This is about you and this ruddy game!"

"If you got a problem, then you should talk to the rest of the school since, you know, they're in on it," Pansy said, flipping her hair when she turned around, smacking Romina's face in the process. "C'mon, Millicent!"

The two girls laughed together as they left the common room. At the same time, Arden and Carolinha walked in from their previous classes. They were pushed by the leaving girls, instigating a rude call from Arden in the process.

Carolinha focused on Romina's irritated face as she walked further inside the room. "What's the matter?"

Romina shrugged her shoulders. "Apparently there's this game between the Houses and this Ravenclaw second year. She's one of the students I tutor for McGonagall and they keep stealing her shoes!"

"Loony Lovegood's shoes?" Arden asked, letting her bag drop onto the couch.

"Oh I heard about that game!" Carolinha gasped.

"You too, Carol?" Romina wearily glanced at the girl. "Her name's not — her name's Luna, you guys."

"I saw a pair of small black shoes the other day hidden underneath the couch…" Carolinha pointed a languid finger at the couch Arden was standing in front of, "...there. Hold on!" she went to go fetch them.

"How did I not know about that?" Romina made a face.

"You've been in your own world so far this year," Arden sat on the couch's armrest. "You're kind of missing out on a lot of things, you know."

Romina nodded silently. It wasn't the first time she heard that, after all. "You know what, I've got to get ready for DADA class. I was getting my books when Pansy and Millicent walked in..." She was about to head back into the dormitories when she saw Draco coming out of the boys' hallway. Soon as he saw her, he huffed and moved faster towards the entrance. "Draco, c'mon," Romina sounded like a child whining but it did no good. He still had not forgiven her for their disagreement back when they were all sleeping in the Great Hall.

"I told you I was fucking done, Oswell," he spat, not even sparing her the glance she wanted.

"I know, and I've tried to apologize but you're being more dramatic than usual so it's hard making it clear!"

"What's the point in apologizing if you're just going to do it all over again?"

"Well, I-I'm trying not to—"

"Try with someone else!"

"Please?" Romina's soft plea stopped Draco at the entrance. He finally looked in her direction, sans the emotions she was hoping for. "It's just been hard, alright? I'm...I'm trying to get myself together but you have no idea how difficult these things are."

"Well, you seem to prefer handling them all on your own so I'll let you keep doing that," Draco said, flashing her one sour smile.

"Don't be like that please," Romina said. She was truly tired of arguing and it showed. There was no ire in her eyes, nor her voice. In fact, she seemed pretty dejected and she wouldn't stop pouting. It almost made him—

Draco paused for a second, something shifting in his face. For a second, he almost felt compelled to go back to her. What the hell? He shook his head, hoping to get rid of whatever that was and just to make sure of it, he left the common room without saying anything else to Romina. That should help him. But it didn't really...

"Are my eyes deceiving me or are you staring after Draco?" Arden's voice drew Romina's attention off the entrance, reminding her that, yes, Arden and Carolinha were still in the room and witnessed everything.

"They're deceiving you," Romina muttered and turned back to the hallway.

"I don't think they were..." Arden's eyes flickered to Carolinha, her lips stretching into a smirk.

~0~

Getting to DADA, Romina found the entire class lively as ever. Professor Lupin had turned the class into something it hadn't been for quite some time now (possibly since she started school). Fun. He had presented the class with interesting creatures that were actually fun. There was no fear of the professor, no fear of the lessons, and definitely no doubt that anything was directly involved with you-know-who conspiracies.

"Where've you been?" Harry asked when Romina took a seat at the desk in front of them. "We caught Ginny a while ago and she said your tutoring sessions were over twenty minutes ago."

Romina hummed as she plopped down on the empty desk. "Problems." Hermione still wasn't there but as of late, that wasn't really surprising. She seemed to be slipping from classes and somehow, miraculously, getting there in the end.

"What else is new?" Ron shrugged. "But check it out..." Romina glanced over her shoulders and found Ron holding out a muggle Chinese finger trap. "Look what your friend Arden King gave me last class?"

Romina's eyebrows raised upwards, an amusement expression sitting on her face. "What? A Chinese finger trap?" She almost laughed on the spot. She leaned back to catch sight of Arden in the back desks. She was busy chatting with Daphne and Carolinha to notice Romina.

"Is that what it's called?" Ron stared at the finger trap in amazement.

Harry was careful not to laugh as much as he wanted to. He'd been there when Arden gave the Chinese finger trap to Ron. "Arden thought it would make a nice Christmas present for Ron."

"Did she now?" asked Romina. She was in the same boat as Harry trying to keep a serious face. Knowing Arden, they were sure that she gave the trap to Ron to see how it would get him.

Ron nodded his head excitedly. "Yeah! She said it was loads of fun for the Muggles!"

"And did she say how it worked?"

"Nope," Harry popped the 'p' as he set his book on the desk. Romina snickered behind her hand.

"But she said it was fun!" Ron exclaimed and raised the finger trap in the air to examine it better.

Goddammit Arden, Romina laughed within. That was such a foul trick to play on poor Ron but didn't it stop being funny. "Maybe we should call her over..." Romina leaned back again to try to get Arden's attention. Instead, she found her attention drifting to the desks next to Arden's.

"...did you want me to help you with your notes, Draco?" Pansy was asking.

The words slipped out of Romina's mouth before she even finished thinking about it. "Oh please!"

Ron and Harry were quick to follow her gaze and each one scoffed at the sight. Pansy was already preparing herself to write down Draco's notes.

"What a git, he's milking this to the impossible," Ron muttered to Harry. Because of course Draco was handing over anything Pansy could ever need to do the note taking on his behalf.

Romina rolled her eyes. He wasn't even wearing the sling anymore. "It's not about the injury. He just loves all her fucking attention..." she muttered.

"I think you're the last one to find out, Rom," said Harry without much interest. It was a lot more fun watching Ron trying to figure out the trap. He had yet to stick his fingers through the ends.

"But why does it have to be her of all people?" Romina insisted on the subject. "She's so mean to me now, you know."

"All Slytherins are mean," Ron said bluntly.

"Ron..." Harry warned his friend not to push it. Romina would snap any moment...except she didn't.

She kept staring until Draco eventually noticed her. Her pretty saddened face made him reconsider the reasons why he was upset with her again — why was he upset again? He suddenly couldn't remember.

"Rom?" Harry snapped his fingers in Romina's face to snap her out of her trance.

The girl blinked quickly and noticed Ron trying to crush the finger trap. Arden's joke was turning out to be very boring indeed, or sad. She wasn't sure yet. "Oh, give me that!"

"I was playing with it!" Ron frowned as she plucked the trap out of his hands.

"You were not!" She laughed and finally turned completely to face both boys. "You want to use this for real?" Ron nodded eagerly. "Then let me show you." She held the finger trap in her hand, allowing Ron to get a good look. Then, she stuck her two index fingers on either side of it. "Trick is you gotta pull your fingers out from it without tearing it. Not that you could."

Ron was severely disappointed, or disillusioned with the whole thing. "What? That's it? I can do that! A baby can do it!"

"It's harder than you think, Ron," Harry said while Romina did whatever she needed to do to get her fingers free. He never quite got that either.

"Please," Ron snorted.

"Ta-da!" Romina wiggled her free fingers with a big smile on her face.

"This is ridiculous," Ron continued to say.

Romina raised an eyebrow then, holding the fingertrap to him. "Oh yeah, then you try it, Mr. Bigshot."

"I will," Ron mimicked her face and took the fingertrap out of her hands. He shoved his fingers into both sides then, with a smug face, proceeded to pull them out...until he found he couldn't. He pulled once...twice...thrice...

Now Romina did her best not to laugh until she really couldn't hold it. Two minutes in, Ron fell from his seat because of his excessive force of pulling. Romina burst into laughter, along with Harry. Their laughter attracted some attention from the class, specifically a blonde sitting in the back.

Ron glared at Romina and Harry as he got back in his seat, even elbowing Harry when he got a chance. He swore he also heard Arden King cackling in the back of the classroom. "Nice friends you are! I'm only in this mess because I was trying to help you!" He made a motion with his trapped fingers at Romina.

"Me?" Romina repeated incredulously, slowly sobering from her laugh.

"Yeah, you know, I cared to see a little laugh from you—"

"Ron Weasley, do not lie to my face because Chinese muggles outsmarted you!" Romina giggled.

"I was not outsmarted!" Ron pulled on the finger trap to no avail.

"And you didn't care either," Romina countered with her smile fading a little. "No one cares nowadays, and when they do I mess it all up." Her eyes briefly flickered to the back of the room but Draco was now engrossed in a roll of parchment, scribbling something Pansy was desperately trying to get a glimpse of.

"That's not true," Harry pointed at Romina, getting her attention again. "I told you, you could always tell us anything."

Romina merely gave a small smile and turned to face the front of the class. She busied herself by taking out her things, wondering in the meanwhile when Hermione was coming over. She could use another back up against Ron.

Just as she was reaching for her quills, a paper crane landed gracefully over her closed DADA book. Romina blinked and curiously glanced around until she met Draco's gaze. He nodded her to open it up and, confused, Romina took the paper off her book and opened it up.

"Happiness is a warm puppy."

And underneath it was a pretty well drawn sketch of a puppy.

Romina's first instinct was to laugh, so she did.

"What's so funny?" came Ron's disgruntled voice from behind. Harry looked up from his book as well.

Romina didn't even bother with him. Giggling, she glanced back at Draco, who was waiting with his own smile. She mouthed 'thank you' and another 'I'm sorry' at him. He nodded at her and after a minute of lingering looks between them, they each went back to work. Harry threw a glare in Draco's way, not that he saw, and Pansy threw a glare Romina's way but she didn't see it either.

Suddenly, the blinds of the classroom started going down in snaps. Snape was making his way down the center of the classroom, closing down everything that gave even an inch of sunlight. Once he was at the front of the room, he pulled down a screen over the blackboard and turned to the confused students.

"Excuse me, sir, but... where's Professor Lupin?" Harry asked, confused.

"That's not really your concern, is it, Potter? Suffice it to say, your Professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time," Snape idly responded and started the lecture.

The first slide was that of an ancient woodcut of a beast - a werewolf.

Romina frowned at the slideshow then started opening her book. They hadn't reached werewolves yet, had they?

"But, sir, we've only just begun learning about Red Caps and Hinkypunks," Hermione's voice startled Romina. The black-haired girl gave Hermione a wide-eyed look. "We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks—"

"Quiet!" Snape hissed.

"When did you get here?" Romina whispered to Hermione. The girl in question gave a shrug of her shoulders.

"Now. Which of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?" Snape waited coldly for someone to grace him with an answer.

Hermione seemed to be on the verge of raising her hand since no one wanted to answer. Behind her, Harry was giving a questioning glance at a second flying paper in the air, though this time it had the shape of a moth. He frowned, wondering if this was another little note from Draco to Romina. His thoughts were appeased when it tried landing right on his desk.

"No one?" Snape's voice drawled in the silent classroom. "How...disappointing."

Hermione just couldn't take it. "Please, sir, an Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice in the matter. Furthermore, the werewolf actively hunts humans and responds only to the call of its own kind…"

And at that moment, Draco released a mock wolf's howl, causing everyone to laugh.

"Quiet, Malfoy!" Snape ordered but there were no intentions of punishment for the interruption. "Though one must admit to feeling your pain." His eyes flickered to Hermione with all intentions of lashing. "That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Tell me. Are you incapable of restraining yourself? Or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?"

Hermione's face stilled and went all red. Before anyone could see her teary eyes, she looked down at her lap and probably would not speak for the rest of the class.

Ron became furious, and despite having his fingers still trapped in the trap, he made himself known. "You asked us a question and she knows the answer! Why ask if you don't want to be told?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the entire class felt for him. Romina shut her eyes just as Snape moved for the boy's desk. Oh, he's gonna get it now.

"Detention, Weasley," Snape lowered down to Ron's eye level. "And if I ever hear you criticize the way I teach a class again, you will be very sorry indeed."

After that, class was silent as a breeze. Snape gave the lecture on werewolves without a single comment nor question from any student.

At the end of the class, the students were held back to be given an assignment. "You will each write an essay, to be handed in to me, on the ways you recognize and kill werewolves. I want two rolls of parchment on the subject, and I want them by Monday morning. It is time somebody took this class in hand. Weasley," Snape only paused to make Ron stiffen, "stay behind, we need to arrange your detention."

As the class finally left, every single one had something to say over their substitute professor.

"I feel so bad for Ron…" Romina glanced back at the classroom, but the door had been closed shut. "I get that he was rude to Hermione" — she cast Hermione a sorrowful glance — "but he should have known talking out like that would just make it worse."

"Snape can't do anything rash can he?" Hermione anxiously bit her lip, feeling like their waiting was turning into agony. She felt incredibly guilty for Ron's outburst.

"Wouldn't hold my breath," Harry muttered.

"Well, we can't dwell on it," Romina said with a sigh. "Whether we worry or not, Snape will punish Ron and that will be that. Believe me, I know about 'dwelling' and it's not good."

Hermione nodded, hoping to appear convinced. As an effort to lighten the mood until Ron came out of the class, she asked Harry over his upcoming Quidditch game on the weekend.

"Aren't you guys going to basically be drowning in rain this weekend?" Romina made a face when she remembered the weather forecast. "Shouldn't the game be cancelled or something?"

"And lose to Hufflepuff?" Harry immediately shook his head. "I can play...at least...I hope I can play."

"Just avoid the lightning and you should be fine," Hermione meant as a joke but Harry grimaced.

"Not the first one to tell me that, Hermione. Although in Malfoy's case, I suppose he would the opposite."

To better explain, Harry pulled out the crumpled parchment from his bag and handed it to Hermione. Soon as Hermione saw it, her eyebrows rose but with no surprise. "Great sketcher, isn't he?" she decided to go light about it.

"Not the point he was trying to make, Hermione," Harry mockingly glared.

"When'd he do that?" Romina frowned at the crude drawing in Hermione's hands. It was of Harry being repeatedly struck by lightning in Quidditch.

"Probably after you got a note from him, Rom," Harry didn't fail to make a sour remark about it. He'd been trying to figure out what that was about all during class. Even then Hermione shot her a suspicious glance. "What's Malfoy giving you notes for?"

"It was something stupid," Romina played it down as much as she could. She didn't know why her face went warm so suddenly but she hoped that it wasn't visible. She threw a couple more glances at the classroom hoping Ron would come out quicker.

"What? Did he draw you like this too?" Hermione waved the parchment, indignant. Harry snatched it from her, wanting no one to see that, and stuffed it in his book bag again.

"What? Of course not," Romina said automatically.

"Then what was it?"

Whatever Romina was going to make up - because she was not going to divulge something that didn't encumber them - didn't matter because Ron had just stormed out of the classroom.

"D'you know what Snape is making me do!? I've got to scrub out the bedpans in the hospital wing. Without magic!" he still struggled to pull his fingers from the Chinese finger trap in his rage. "Why couldn't Black have hidden in Snape's office, eh? He could have finished him off for us! Argh—! Romina would you take this stupid thing off!?" He was frantically waving his hands up and down but nowhere near close to getting the fingertrap off.

"When did you get a Chinese finger trap?" Hermione made a face, thoroughly confused.

Romina pulled her wand out from her bag and with a quick spell had the finger trap on the floor. "You could have just done that from the very start," she said bluntly. "Harry and I would've done it for you."

"I hate Arden King!" Ron said lividly.

#ocappreciation #ochub #fd: harry potter #draco malfoy #draco malfoy fics #draco malfoy imagines #harry potter #harry potter fics #harry potter imagines #dm fics #dm imagines #oc: romina oswell #fic: legacies

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Blythe I have many questions istg because I love this fic, it’s one of my favourites and we’re only two chapters in 😭

1. Is El a Mage?

2. Do the rest of the party members (I mean Mike, Lucas, Dustin and Max) have the attributes of their DnD positions; for example, Lucas is a ranger which I believe has a skill for archery, and the house Sinclair are full of great archers!

3. Now this is one I don’t see often, but is there gonna be Will and Holly meetings because whenever I read a fic where Will looks after Holly with Mike or something, it’s always so funny and sweet!

4. What are the actual ages of the characters? I might have missed it but I don’t remember Mike having an age before he said “ten years later” when he went back within his memories

5. How do you PLAN your stories? Because they are all so good and I just wonder how it works behind the screens!

6. Will we see Max in the next few chapters?

7. Is being a scholar something Mike still wants to accomplish? Will that be apart of his internal conflict?

8. THIS IS THE LAST ONE (I think, I’m sorry I’m just so invested 😭) with the visions you describe in the story, how are they, like, done? Is it like, glazed eyes or is it a little seizure (hope that isn’t an offensive term to call it 😅) and do they only come across certain people such as Clerics, kings, heirs etc?

i had to pull out my laptop to answer this one, and believe me, i am SO excited to do so.

1.el is a mage!! getting a bit deep into lore bits here, el wound up on hopper's doorstep when she was around five, and was already showing signs of magic posession (in this world, magic is an inherited trait; some are born with it, some aren't, some families have higher potential of magic passing on while others almost never see it). hopper, interestingly enough, comes from a noble family sworn to house henderson. his family has a strong history of becoming learned healers and dabbling in that sort of magic, and growing up in this environment allowed him to pass on his knowledge to el, and, as we will see in will chapters to come, will as well. so yeah, the wonder twins have cool powers!!

2. yeah, they do! while lucas is a knight and can swing a sword pretty well, he always carries around a bow with him, too. the sinclairs are a house known for their wisdom in battle strategy and they often end up training the best soldiers in the kingdom, so lucas is a great example of these house sinclair traits. he can handle pretty much anything that comes his way with a clear head, unlike dustin, as we will see in chapter two when they encounter the cursecaster. dustin definitely has bard like traits; he would be the one to tell stories and sing songs on a long expedition like the one they are on now. max, on the other hand, may have some traits of her dnd character (i don't even know if zoomer is a real class but whatever). max is the commander of the king's guard, basically the big boss of all of the knights of hawks nest, and she is known as 'the sun's knight.' i guess she is pretty fast on horseback, so... i suppose she can be considered similar to her dnd counterpart!

3. will and holly will certainly have a meeting when he is still disguised. mike eventually grows smitten with the cleric, and introduces him formally to his family, so there will be a will and holly meeting at one point!

4. in the current timeline, the characters are all 20. when mike was in his flashback sequence, they were was 10; will has been missing for 10 years. nancy is 13 in the flashbacks, and 23 now, same with jonathan. mike became a knight when he was 15, and has been a knight for 5 years when the story picks up!

5. when it comes to planning, i'm not the best actually?? i kind of just think up the ideas in my head and ... remember them. like, this is my first time truly writing any of this down, because honestly it mostly just exists in my brain lol. that's all there is to it.

6. yes!! max makes an appearance at the very end of the upcoming chapter 2 when our cast finally returns to king's crest. she has a very important and vital role in the story.

7. YES!!! mike's dream since he was little was to be a scholar, and we saw that get tragically ripped away from him in chapter one, and in chapter two, we see an event happen that truly seals the deal. he had no desire to be a lord, and he certainly had no desire to be a knight; however, being from house wheeler, when he has become loyal to someone, it is difficult for him to turn away from those oaths/vows, a main issue for his character coming up in the future chapters.

8. visions are a tricky thing to describe when you are outside of the pov of the character experiencing them. in the prologue, with wilmot the wise, we see him get visited by ienta herself to provide him with the prophecy we see later on. i'd imagine that to the outside viewer, wilmot would simply be staring off into space with glazed eyes, and any sort of interruption or shaking would not be enough to wake him. will experiences visions the same way.

this was SOOOOO much fun. as you know, i love answering questions, so this really made my day. sorry if i wrote to much lol. thank you for taking the time to do this. :3

#byler #byler fic #ask blythe #fantasy au #knightcaster

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straightfromthetorturedpoetsdept · 1 year

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Do people think that white women worked as a need in america or are you guys not aware that this was seen as "destroying" family values and there was a huge push to make sure that white women didn't have to work and even during this time period, it was never more than 20% of white women were worked at a time and that is being fucking generous.

White women did work, temporarily, until they got married. Black women were forced to work and this was seen as a part of their gender identity and therefore they were seen as slavewomen but not true women.

If you want me to give yall a detailed history of this, sure, we can get into the intricacies of class, sex, race, disability, and sexuality but you are proving my point that womanhood was not granted to all woman based on them having a vagina.

That is the original post that I made, and that is what you guys are arguing against. You are saying that no, women were actually only ever defined by their sex and treated accordingly by their sex as women.

But this is inaccurate, racist, and leaves out the ways in which black women were considered to be the complete opposite of white women.

I find it hilarious that you guys are claiming I think there are biological differences between white and black women, when all I have ever claimed is that white people in slave time America believed that there were biological differences between black and white women.

Are you denying that white people in slave time America believed that there were biological differences between white and black females? Because, there were.

That's the point, saying that woman has always been defined as adult female human is inaccurate and racist.

It has actually always been defined as white vagina holder (I'm talking about the word woman, aka in English, aka colonizer culture, don't bring up other cultures here because we are discussing the definition of woman, an English word).

So again, you're fucking racist if you as a terf claim that woman was always defined as adult female human. That is false, if that was the case white and black vagina holders would have been treated the same during slave time America and they weren't.

Why? Because black women were denied true womanhood status.

It's literally that fucking simple.

True womanhood= ideals of womanhood, being a woman who doesn't work, being a woman who is white and not sexually promiscuous.

This is also what we can call purity culture today comes from, this original definition of woman.

If black women were seen as women, they would never have been enslaved. It was a huge fucking argument at the time that black women weren't women precisely because they "had to work," because remember slavery came out of indentured servitude, the idea that you work for a living to clear your debt but you're not the property of another person.

Keep in mind, white women were also defined as property but they were also allowed to own their own property in the form of slaves, but I digress I just find it so fucking disgusting how trash white women are honestly.

Anyways, chattel slavery was matrimonial, which meant it was passed genetically from the female slave to the children. This is why it was okay to rape a female slave, because it would mean more slaves for the rapist.

Okay, look, saying that woman was always defined as sex is inaccurate and ignores the fact that it wasn't. Because if that was the case, black women would have been freed from slavery at the very least because they would be seen as true women- aka Godly women, as well.

Like, this is just historical facts about slavery and why it continued for so long and why black women were denied true womanhood status to be cast as slavewomen instead.

Their gender identity was not woman, it was slavewoman in that type period. That is all I have ever been saying, all I have ever claimed to say.

I have never denied that their female nature played a role in their gender roles, I have only ever said that race and sex was how gender was originally defined.

So unless you can tell me how I'm wrong about that, gtfo my blog.

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This chapter will be wonderful and emontional. Happy reading !!

Chapter 3

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Few days later after the math exam, everybody were waiting for their results, especially on Wrecker. "Ugh ! What if I don't get passed again ?! I've been missing out of sport champion fifth times !" He expresses his worried to Hunter.

Hunter reassured him"I think since we're studying together, your result will be improving." "Yeah, good luck on that, loser." They were bothered by Crosshair who just walked across them. Hunter sighed as shook his head.

Then Mrs. Yarrow showed up "Good morning, students. I have all your results. Please listen carefully." They stared at her nervously.

"For the first time in your class history, you all are passed." She told them.

They didn't believe what just they heard, Wrecker raised his hand "Hmm, Mrs. Yarrow, what's my score ?"

"Your score is actually passing the target, Wrecker. Good job." She repeated. "Really ? Oh yeah !" He cheered "I finally can join the football champion next two weeks." Crosshair scroffed "You just got lucky."

"I suggest we should celebrate this." Tech said.

Hunter offered "You guys can come to the cafe where I'm working after school."

"Sounds good to me, love." Tasya said.

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After school, Tech, Echo, Wrecker, Lydia, and Tasya came over the building called Cid's cafe, where Hunter had a part time job as a waiter.

"Here's your food, fives ice cream waffles." He put it all on the table. "Thank you, Hunter. I'll make sure to give you a tip." Hunter nodded.

"So you guys like to eat here ?" Lydia asked. "Very often. We usually come here for study group before you joined us." Tech replied. Tasya added "And this is where my boyfriend do his job every after school, isn't he so responbility one ?"

She pointed at Hunter talking with a chef. "Maybe we can study here tomorrow." Echo nodded then he drank his chocolate milkshake "That's a nice idea."

"So how's your life so far here ?" Tech asked. "It was okay, even better when I figured out that I passed. I was scared if I won't gradute soon." Tech noticed her worried face, he reassured her with holding her hand.

"Lydia, you have a long road ahead. There's a lot things to do in your life but I suggest you should try to enjoy a high school life. You'll regret it when you don't feel it from the start, of our teenage age and I'll make sure you will feel it."

Lydia was counfused when Tech took something from his backpack and showed it to her. It was a golden watch "Lydia, you're a young woman that I imaged and it may took too fast for you but I look forward to take a step of our relationship. Do you want to be my girlfriend ?"

Lydia had no idea if someone would ask her like that question. At the same time, Hunter, Echo, Tasya, and Wrecker watching them. Lydia thought for seconds. She honestly she didn't sure if she ready but seeing she had a few friends around her.

She took breath and said "Yes, Tech. I do."

Tech smiled "Excellent." He put a watch around her arm.

The others cheered "Looks like we have more to celebrate ! Hunter, give me more chocolate milkshake !" Wrecker ordered. Hunter responded "One more drink coming up, buddy."

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Mrs. Yarrow checked her office to make sure all her stuffs were safe. When she was ready to go, she accientally fell her few personal books. Then she suddenly had a tear when she noticed a book was titled her married life. She couldn't hold her tears as hugging that book very tight.

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Tasya rushed to go to the class until she didn't pay attenttion there was Hunter in front of them which they fell their art supplies. "Oh Hunter, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there."

Hunter helped her "It's okay, Tasya. I know how excited you are." She smiled "Yeah, I can't what we will do at art class !" He chuckled "You always happy about art class since our first time met."

"I know, I know, I was hopping that we could drawing or painting." She was excited.

"We have been drawing for a month. I'm pretty sure we will painting today." He thought as they heard the school bell rang. Most of students rushed to get in their classes.

"Ready for this ?" He asked. Tasya smiled as holding his arm "Let's go." Meanwhile Mrs. Yarrow watching them from the behind. She remembered how wonderful her high school experience was.

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Hunter took a peek of Tasya's painting "You had a lot of fun there." He chuckled. She painted of disneyland with her family on it. "Yup, I can't stop thinking about it. I'll add a rainbow right away."

Wrecker smiled "Good one, Tasya. You should see my painting !"

Echo sighed "Let me guess, another football painting ?"

"Nope ! It's about me !" He laught as showing them his painting, there was him become a champion, holding a big trophy. "Can't wait to bet them !"

Echo asked to Tech "What are you painting, man ?" "I'm trying to paint Lydia as a surprise for her." Tech tried to paint every detail of his girlfriend. But Echo mentioned Lydia was down. "Uh...Tech, maybe you should talk with her." He suggested.

"Very well." Tech replied then came to see her. "What are you painting ?" "Oh, just my family at the park." "Hmm...I never see that park before." "Because it was from my home. Everything's different since we moved here. Well, almost of us."

Tech just noticed she was down after she spoke about her family. "Are you alright, Lydia ?"

"Yeah, I just need to go to the restroom." Lydia had to be strong in front of him right before she left the class.

Everyone were concerned of her as Echo put his hand on Tech's shoulder "Just give her some time for seconds, man."

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Here's the chapter 3 !!! Hope you guys like this one 😁

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb echo #tbb wrecker #the bad batch fic #the bad batch fanfiction #high school

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I want to chalk some of the stupidity around things they very much taught you in public school up to said public school. Just a little bit. Because there are people who really just don't care to learn in the public school environment and alot of what we do learn is... dicy at times. History and science specifically. I was taught my whole school career that the native American and the colonists were friends until I was ducking 14 and while I cared to unlearn alot of what I had been taught I knownother people didn't. And obviously that's on them but I'd also want to shame the system a bit for giving us the ideas in the first place. Propaganda runs strong in the U.S.A. and the school system definitely reflects that at times. Vast majority of "world" history we're taught is about western Europe save for the occasional lesson avout some ancient culture, teachers are people and obviously going to have biases but sometimes their biases do affect the lesson especially when dealing with American war crimes. I think alot of kids who don't care worht a damn just take what they think is right according to the propaganda they've been spoon fed their whole lives and run with it and that's how we end up in situations where a kid tells me Russia was an axis power and America had never done anything bad unlike those dirty commies in East Asia and when corrected blames it on the teacher (and while I can comfirm the teacher did in fact suck I had the same teacher and still knew otherwise). I think it's that same attitude that leads kkds to suffer in English and science classes. They have no real drive to learn or think for themselves. I don't think out of malice, but just because they don't want to be there. No one ever bothered to explain to them why knowing bacic science or reading comprehension was important and now you have people making insane crack theories or just being wrong about how the world works because they couldn't be bothered to learn anything from their 10th grade biology class blaming everything on whoever they get their information from tells them too because they couldn't be bothered to actually participate in an English class. And a good portion of these people will blame it on the school system because it's an easy target but that dose not excuse the fact that they still remain ignorant on the subject. Yes the school system is awful, yes alot of what we learn is given to us in a way that we're almost definitely going to forget it in a year but god forbid if you're going to speak on a subject please do research, if you can't remeber something don't say 'I didn't learn this in school' because your probably did and just don't remember because it was one lesson you were taught 10 years ago that you barely remembered just to pass a test. It's reasonable that you have forgotten because that's the actual issue with thw school system and it's your job to remedy the situation with a simple fucking internet search*. Please do not bring your personal short commings into a serious conversation about the pitfalls of the U.S. school syetm. The fact that you don't know shit is the schools fault, the fact that you won't actually try and learn is yours.

*Note that internet research may be wosre than what the school is teaching you. Google is designed to sell you things so be careful amd honestly just use Firefox, trust .gov and .org over .com, check Wikipedias sources. Simple internet searh edicate. You did in fact learn this in school and I can garentee someone on the internet is willing to teach you.

#ranting again just igrnore me tehe

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Consideration or Concern || Part 6 || Fated Destiny

(A plot idea developed with @doctor-yamagishi)

Of course, she could feel the pressure of trying to keep up with 20 students AND her identity of being a Shadow Operatives member. Fuuka would come home every day, relieved that she could just grade some tests or catch up on reading most nights, but it would be almost 9pm before she got home. Juno, and herself, were working over time and the sleepless nights were obvious on Monday mornings.

Never had she seen the Phantom Thieves turn around and gain more members by the day--thanks to students speaking through the grapevine--and she felt as if she could catch up to them. So, she knew she had to see a doctor to help relieve some of her headaches and restlessness when it came to sleep. When asking to see someone that was good and knew their stuff, the name Tae Takemi was always popping up every so often.

And she was hours after school was over and standing outside of the office to said doctor. Fuuka could feel herself dragging her feet up the stairs out of exhaustion, as she heard two people talking to each other. Fuuka didn’t want to intrude so she moved around the corner and waited until the coast was clear.

“How did we run out of gauze? Did the packages not come in?”

A feminine voice, Fuuka thought to herself, as she heard a masculine voice reply sweetly and honestly to her.

“I asked for 3 boxes worth--maybe it’s at the post office? Or could it be at the nearby hospital?” A pause. “Let me head over and I’ll double check. Give me half an hour?”

Fuuka waited until the door opened up and began to walk towards the doctor’s office again. Fuuka eyed the man who spoke before and felt her eyes grow in surprise and fear. Something about him felt familiar and it tore at her heart strings. A minor panic attack began to make her heart race as she could have sworn she was seeing her father’s eyes staring back at her as Fuuka had to back up against the nearby wall.

“...wh-who?” She whispered softly as Fuuka knew the man was looking at her with wide eye curiosity--or was it worry?--and began to reach out to her.

“Hey--are you okay? You don’t look good...” The man questioned as Fuuka felt herself frozen to the spot in front of him. Her lips were trembling as she was worried her father was going to smack her face for getting a B in her history class. She was staring helplessly at the man, not realizing that it wasn’t her father in front of her.

Fuuka’s hands touched the cold brick wall as she could feel Juno reaching out to her, but all Fuuka could say was: “...d-don’t hurt me, father...” before she passed out in front of the man, not realizing he reached out and caught her quickly.

Nobu cursed underneath his tongue as he had to drop some supplies and called out to Tae while carrying Fuuka. “Hey, Tae--get a bed ready! This woman just passed out in front of me from a panic attack--let’s get some medicine ready for her when she wakes.” He called out while Tae opened the door to her office and began to look for some medicine.

Carefully, Nobu took a closer look at her face, squinting and making sure she didn’t hurt herself, and double checked her arms and legs. He began to look for some ID, making sure Fuuka wasn’t going to be allergic to anything they gave her, and froze when he saw her name on the ID. His hands were trembling. Nobu pulled the photo out from his pocket and began to compare the two. He thought he was hallucinating and turned to Tae, who was busy getting her medicine ready.

“...no way... ...it can’t be...” He whispered softly as he turned to Tae and gave her Fuuka’s ID. Nobu reached for the door knob and turned to face Tae. “You’ve got her, right? Gotta go get those gauzes--I’ll be back later.” He quickly said, making sure Nobu excused himself politely nonetheless, and pushed his glassed up against the bridge of his nose as he rushed to the train station. Knowing full well of his little sister existing--and her not knowing who he was pained his heart, but for now he had a mission: finding out why Fuuka Yamagishi was here of all places. Riiiiiiight after he gets the gauze for Tae, that is.

#doctor-yamagishi #verse;; shujin academy spy #(I was thinking of doing a .5--a different POV from the previous part #but gotta set up some suspense? lol)

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i tried to explain what generational trauma is to someone recently and they were like “oh so because something happened historically, you get to have issues about it now?” and no.... that’s not what that is.

when i was in 8th grade, on my class trip to washington dc, we visited the holocaust museum. it’s a wonderful, extensive, informative place, and it’s a beautiful tribute to the victims. as a jewish kid, i knew what the holocaust was. i’d faced antisemetism every day of my life, and will continue to do so. i knew what had happened to my ancestors not too long ago.

but when i stood in that museum. in the recreation of the cattle trains used to move us to the camps. in the recreation of an auschwitz cabin, staring at the map of the camp. when i saw the pile of shoes and jewelry taken from the victims. when i learned how their hair, so very much like mine, was cut for having texture. and how their teeth were pulled for the gold fillings. i had a panic attack.

it was embarrassing, but i was a shitty little 8th grader, and i tried to hide it. but I couldn’t breathe. it was like there was a band around my chest the entire time i was in the museum. i was surrounded by ghosts, by the whispers of emaciated men and trapped women and crying children.

what is generational trauma?

it’s the psychological idea that trauma can be passed down through multiple different ways. trauma can change you significantly, even rewrite neural pathways and physically change how you think. that, paired with the cycle of subconsciously sharing our trauma with our children, as well as mixing with the trauma we learn as we grow, leads to some really rough patches in our relationships with our identites.

youtube

this is a really great 4 minute video from the healing foundation about the trauma carried by indigenous people in Australia. tw for some really heavy topics, but all presented in a relaxed and serious environment.

what do we do?

well, honestly, i don’t know. it’s not like we’re gonna stop sharing our stories with our descendants, nor our histories. we can’t get rid of things related to our identities that give us our own trauma, the bigotry we face unfortunately isn’t going anywhere.

but being aware of your generational trauma is a good step. it’s not just being “sad” or “sensitive” to history. it’s our history still affecting us today. when your indigenous friends are made upset by discussions of colonization, when your black friends feel the weight of a millenia of racism placed on their shoulders, when your gay friends ask you to please stop using that word, when your trans friends see another historical figure deadnamed and misgendered, when your jewish friends can’t talk about the Shoah without their voices breaking.

so why the fuck are you lecturing us?

our murdered ancestors live on in us, in our eyes, our hearts. we are reminded of them constantly, made painfully aware of who we are and how many people hate us.

we were not supposed to survive, and if most of the world had their way, we wouldn’t have. (no, the allies were not heroes of wwii, you turned us away at your borders and continue to let us die from nazis today. if america had had the option, they wouldn’t have given a shit about jewish victims, but that’s a whole other essay i could write)

it’s time to start acknowledging the past, acknowledging your generational trauma and the trauma of those around you. i’m not making up an excuse to “have issues”. at the time i’m writing this, october 2020, i’m 17. i have felt this weight my entire life, and i will continue to shoulder it, as will everyone else.

my point is, maybe we can shoulder that weight together. maybe then it won’t weigh us down as badly. we have solidarity, and we are tough, and resilient, and strong, and beautiful. your generational trauma is something to be aware of, but not ashamed of. we can do this—change the world for the better. we can break the cycle so our descendants don’t feel as we do.

#ok to rb #i feel like i’m rambling #but i really needed to talk about this #generational trauma #trauma #mental health #psychology #antisemetism #shoah cw #shoah tw #nazi tw #op #delia.txt

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