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adore-laur · 1 month

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DAD HARRY BLURB

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With chopsticks delicately perched between his fingertips, Harry distractedly picked at the steaming bowl of spicy chow mein noodles in his hand. The bright glow of the TV screen was the only illumination in the living room, and his tired eyes were glued to some documentary about snow monkeys. Beyond the curtains was a pitch-black sky. The ocean waves outside were calm. A steady noise came from the humidifier. The ambiance was ideal for a good night's sleep, but your hyperactive mind made it a futile endeavor.

In the dead of night, your cheek found a cozy home on Harry's shoulder—it was sturdy, warm, and the collector of your tears. He was the one you leaned on most in the last nine months, when exhaustion and discomfort pounded into your bones. To quell your frustration, he massaged your swollen feet with attentive precision, shaved your legs when you couldn't see anything below your baby bump, adjusted to your hormonal mood swings with empathy, and cooked your favorite meals when getting out of bed felt like a chore. Above all, he made you feel beautiful each time your body changed. And as those changes came quickly and ruthlessly, he let it be known that his attraction to you wasn't fading. Not in the slightest.

In fact, it seemingly grew tenfold the moment you had told Harry you were pregnant. You noticed his gaze lingering on your body more often, with an obsessive hunger darkening his irises. Throughout your pregnancy, he paid special attention to the widening shape of your hips, the heaviness of your breasts, and the blooming swell of your stomach. He had documented the overall progression by taking weekly side-view pictures of your bump. He also wrote down milestones in his journal, like when the baby first kicked and where he had been when he found out the gender.

The obsession went both ways. With your zany hormones, you were more attracted to Harry more than ever. It was borderline insane how often you wanted to jump his bones. He gained some sympathy weight and let his hair grow out. He embraced his stubble, which was a weakness of yours since you first started dating him. Most tempting was how seriously he prepared himself for fatherhood—building the crib with his bare hands, deep cleaning the house to show his appreciation, reading parenting books and asking you to quiz him on the content, and simply doting on you when you weren’t feeling like the best version of yourself. Needless to say, you were insatiable around him, and he gladly entertained your desires with an equal amount of fervency. The flame of romance was never snuffed out.

When the documentary ended, you rubbed your eyes and sighed. Anxiety about knowing the baby could come any minute had made you an insomniac, hence the midnight TV and leftovers session with your husband who was also itching for something to happen. You both were getting a head start on sleep deprivation at least; not that it was something to brag about.

At almost forty-one weeks pregnant, your baby girl was taking her sweet time. The obstetrician had said you would have to be induced if nothing progressed in two days. While holed up in the house, waiting for the first sign of labor, you and Harry had tried everything to try to kickstart the process—walking along the beach, eating spicy food like the chow mein Harry cooked tonight, and even desperate rounds of sex every morning since your due date passed. Nothing worked, causing frustration to build on both ends. The hospital bags were packed and waiting by the front door, and impatience gnawed away at your sanity every time you looked at them.

"Gotta pee," you said, sitting up with a groan. Your lower back ached, one of the many reasons why sleeping was so unachievable.

Harry offered you his hand without a second thought, giving you leverage to get off the couch. The motion left you winded as you slowly waddled to the bathroom just down the hall, blindly touching the walls before reaching the light switch. You flicked it on, your eyes squinting against the harsh ceiling light. In the mirror above the sink, you stared at your reflection. Harry's shirt he lent you when your clothes no longer fit was stretched awkwardly over your stomach. You forewent wearing pants around the house because you simply couldn't be bothered. Altogether, you looked as miserable as you felt. As much as you were terrified to give birth, you just wanted to get it over with so you didn't have to feel so on edge all the time.

After emptying your bladder, you washed your hands and then stretched your back by resting your forearms on the sink and bending forward. Through the achiness, you thought about Harry and how he had politely demanded the baby to come out yesterday, speaking to your bump in a hushed voice like it was a secret conversation between the two of them. Her response was several fluttery kicks to his palm, to which Harry then blew raspberries against the outline of her tiny foot—or maybe fist—to coax her out. It obviously didn't work, but it was fun to watch her move around so actively. It was like she was teasing you both, saying, Not yet, Mom and Dad. It's warm and cozy in here.

You smiled, feeling a rush of happiness at the memory. Harry was going to be such a wonderful first-time dad. He was devoted, patient, and playful in all the right moments. You had no doubt he would slip into the role perfectly. It was evident in the way he treated you, how he treated his mother, and even how he treated strangers on the street. He had so much love to give. Compassion coursed through his veins.

When you straightened your posture, a weird sensation occurred. You felt a peculiar pop, then a trickle of fluid down the insides of your thighs. You stood stock still, your fried brain working extra hard to process the situation, then looked at the floor, seeing a continuous drip of clear fluid pooling on the tiles. You knew what that meant, but you were paralyzed as glorious relief and sheer panic wrestled with your heartstrings. Had you manifested it? Or had time merely lapped you until you got dizzy? It was impossible to comprehend how the months had gone by at warp speed and also excruciatingly slow.

"Harry?" you called out apprehensively, resting your head against the wall.

A few seconds passed before he casually replied, "Yeah?"

You blew out a shaky exhale. "Come here, please."

Silence hung in the air until you heard the creak of the wood floors and the soft padding of his socked feet. You met him halfway in the dark hallway, standing awkwardly while holding your bump. The bathroom light spilled out like a spotlight shining down on you. Surely, he could see "it's time" written all over your face.

"Hi," you whispered, slightly embarrassed about the unusual state you were in. "Um... I'm pretty sure my water just broke."

Harry’s hands reached out like you were a timid animal and he was trying not to spook you. His eyes were wide as they roved over your body, unsure of how to proceed. He eventually stepped closer, then crouched to observe the fluid coating your bare legs.

"Yeah, I think it did," he said hoarsely, his voice quiet with awe. “Those noodles must have done the trick."

A hysteric, breathy laugh bubbled up your throat. "No, I think she's finally ready to meet us."

At those words, Harry's features transformed into barely restrained excitement, with deep dimples appearing beside his gorgeous smile. He cradled your bump and spoke against it, saying, "About time, baby girl. We've been going stir crazy out here."

A tear trailed down your cheek, the emotional reality hitting you with full force. This was it. This was the moment your life began to tilt toward a new purpose.

The pleasant thought was short-lived as a twinge of pain sparked in your lower abdomen. You grunted and pressed against the spot with your palm, a grimace tugging at your lips. Your belly tightened, causing you to grip Harry's shoulders for support.

"Oh, it's really happening," he said, standing and rubbing his forehead in shock. "Okay. All right. Should we..."

"Hospital," you mumbled, pinching your eyes shut.

"Right. Good thinking." Harry broke out of his trance and carefully guided you down the hall. He situated you on the couch before stressfully spinning in a circle, figuring out a plan of action. He hurried over to the two big duffel bags by the door and hefted them over his shoulders with ease. He then reached for the bowl where the car keys were, and you watched him open the front door while unlocking the car and pressing the button to open the garage door. After starting the engine and shoving the bags in the trunk, he came back inside.

"It hurts," you said weakly, groaning while hunched over. It was only going to get worse until the nurses gave you an epidural injection, which was also going to hurt. Hours, maybe even days of physical pain lay ahead, and the prospect made you want to weep.

"I know, sweetheart," Harry said. "Let's put your coat and shoes on, then we can leave."

"Hold on. Just... wait until this contraction passes."

He nodded and sat beside you. "What can I do?" he asked softly, his leg bouncing as he scanned your face.

There was no suppressing your brutal honesty when in the thick of dealing with pain. "Brush your teeth. Your breath smells—ow—like chow mein."

He blinked, then smiled like your complaint completely unaffected him. "Yes, ma'am."

While he obeyed your command, you got up and slid your sandals on. The contraction gradually subsided, but you still felt a heavy pressure near your pelvis. She was wasting no time announcing her arrival.

Harry returned with a sweatshirt and a pair of sneakers on. His hair was tied up, and despite his confident walk toward you, you knew he was nervous based on his fidgety hands and rosy cheeks.

"Let's go," you said, standing by the door.

Harry stared at you with an affectionate gleam in his eyes. "You don't have any pants on, my love."

You glanced down, raising your brows in realization. "Whoops."

He was already on his way to the bedroom, laughing and calling out behind him, "Shorts, leggings, or sweatpants?"

You struggled for an answer since none of those options would fit well enough, hence the going shamelessly pants-less at home during the past month. Eventually, you decided, "My beach skirt, please."

He quickly retrieved your long sarong wrap skirt that was made out of soft, breathable fabric. He helped you into it, adjusting the stretchy waistband over your bump. It looked ridiculous paired with Harry's casual T-shirt on your upper half, but you were comfortable, and that was what mattered most.

"Can I take a picture of you like this?" Harry asked.

You frowned. "Why?"

"Because you look beautifully disheveled right now, and I want to keep this memory forever."

With a scowl, you reluctantly agreed with a grumbled "Fine."

He took out his phone and captured a couple of candid pictures of you leaning against the wall with your hands cupped under your bump. You had no desire to smile or pose.

After shoving his phone back in his pocket, he exhaled and cupped your cheeks. "Ready to have this baby?"

You stared into his eyes, getting lost in their gentleness. "My body is screaming yes, but my mind says absolutely not."

Harry kissed you, a cool blast of mint gracing your lips. "I'm in your corner, okay? I'll be at your beck and call in that hospital room."

"Can you give birth for me?"

He chuckled, smoothing his thumbs under your eyes—you hadn't realized they were damp. "I would in a heartbeat if that were possible."

“You’ll regret saying that,” you replied dryly. “It’s not going to be a pretty sight.”

“We’ll see.” Another contraction ensued, a little more persistent than the last. Harry noticed and cautiously led you through the threshold. "Time to meet our girl,” he whispered, locking the door behind him.

Stepping into the November night, you inhaled the crisp air into your lungs, embracing the transcendent phase of life on the horizon.

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outerbankies · 2 months

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“it’s late, come back to bed.”

PROMPT CELLY GO BRRRRRRRRR. thank u for requesting this one (forever ago) bestie!!!! 💓🤩👯‍♀️

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new light: space and time

rafe x reader, part of the 2k prompt celly for new light (masterlist if ur not up on NL). we’re back in the present!

A stubborn knot about the size of a fist had settled into place at the top of Rafe’s spine slowly over the last few weeks, right in between his often-taught shoulder blades.

He guesses it was during the late nights like these that it began to form, when he’s hunched over his sketching table in the garage lit only by the warm lightbulb in the work lamp over his head—drawing and erasing and scrapping to start over again and again. Or when he’s on his laptop tinkering with his website or any of the platforms he uses for invoicing and processing orders, easily his least favorite part of all of this, until his eyes are irritated and red.

Though it’s certainly not made better by the other half of his day, where he’s hunched over or crouching under his projects as he brings them to life, doubting himself the entire time, twisting himself into weird angles just to make sure everything holds and looks how he pictured it. But at least he likes that part.

A hand, holding a warmth that Rafe can feel through the cotton of his long-sleeve t-shirt, settles directly into place over that knot at the top of his spine, and he feels himself take a deep, steadying breath as he leans back into your touch.

“What’s this, baby, the built-ins?” you ask, your voice softer in these midnight hours.

“Yeah,” Rafe sighs, immediately rubbing his hands into his eyes, his knuckles turning his vision bleary momentarily. “For Beau’s friend.”

“Mmm,” you hum, slightly digging the heel of your palm into his back. Rafe lets out a groan. “There?”

“Right there,” he confirms, letting his head drop back gratefully, accepting a few sleepy kisses once he goes.

You place your other hand on his shoulder for some leverage, leaning over him to peer at his catastrophe of a workstation. “I thought you’d already gone over the sketches with them?”

“I did,” he says. “But they go in tomorrow.”

“Right,” you nod, scrutinizing them again, looking to see if they’d changed at all. “I remember.”

“So I’m just making sure—” Rafe stops momentarily, letting out a hiss. “Careful, baby.”

The pressure on his back eases immediately, and you take to rubbing your hand across the span of his shoulders instead. “Sorry. What were you saying?”

“I’m just making sure I have everything down,” he continues, leaning forward again. “I wanna know my stuff before I head in.”

“What if I quiz you? On measurements and colors and finishes and—”

“I appreciate the enthusiasm,” he interjects, his smile rivaling yours when you finally settle into his lap like he’d been angling for you to since he heard the garage door open and knew he’d be getting that reprieve from the mess inside his head. “But it doesn’t really work like that, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes, snaking your arms around his neck anyway, the pads of your fingers rubbing circular motions into his trouble spot again. “Then how else can I get you to come back to bed?”

Guilt settles into Rafe’s stomach like a rock, the soreness in his back momentarily forgotten as he sees the plea in your eyes. “I swear I’ll be up soon.”

“Rafe, it’s late.”

“Coming from you,” he retorts, virtually no bite behind his words. Because as Rafe had left Beau’s company months ago and only since then become more entrenched in his new job, in starting his own business, you’d seamlessly settled in at your job at the publishing house, not overworking yourself nearly as much as the two of you used to argue about. Still more than Rafe would ever prefer, naturally, but he’s not sure he has room to talk anymore.

“We’re turning into perfect little Figure 8 capitalists right on schedule, aren’t we?” you say, wiggling around in his lap in a way he isn’t convinced isn’t a punishment for abandoning his side of the bed a few hours ago.

You lean forward, grabbing one of the pencils Rafe had discarded and tapping it on your chin while he checks his watch, feeling his eyes widen.

“God, I’m turning into my dad.”

“No you’re not,” you laugh, still leaning out of his reach as you seem to start writing something in one the margins. You pause, pointing the pencil at the long-cold cup of coffee next to his pencil cup. “Unless there’s secretly liquor in your decaf over there. You know decaf still has caffeine in it, right?”

At Rafe’s silence, you turn to him with your eyebrows raised, the pencil dropping out of your hand and clattering onto the table.

“Like… trace amounts, right?” he asks sheepishly.

“My sweet, sweet boy,” you sigh, running your fingers through the hair on top of Rafe’s head that’s really beginning to need a cut.

“Probably need it,” he shrugs. “I’ll only be up a little while longer though. Promise.”

“You’re really worried about this one, aren’t you?” you ask him softly, some of the mirth fading in your eyes as you trace a finger around the shell of his ear.

“It’s Beau’s friend, baby, I… these guys could have anyone working on their houses. And Beau was really good to me about quitting. I just wanna nail this one and be done with it,” Rafe admits.

He doesn’t tack on the bit about how this feels like one of his first big tests; his first custom, built-in piece period, outside of the ones he’s made for his most forgiving audience, his sisters and you. Because it’s one thing to make a piece for a friend of a friend of a friend, or even to sell one in a store where someone can see it and touch it and decide that they hate it before they have to commit. But it’s another to have someone counting on him to deliver exactly what they envision, let alone someone who could be Rafe’s foot in the door to a wealth of opportunities. He wants to be done with it at this point, sure, but he doesn’t want it to be the end of this road.

“Exactly,” you say, shrugging. “They could have anyone. And I love you, Rafe, but I mean literally anyone else. But your designs are good. Really good. And your craftsmanship is impeccable. They want you.”

He feels his cheeks heating up, and knows it’s showing based on the twinkle in your eye. “You’re an expert in furniture and carpentry now, are you?”

“I am, because I’ve now lived in two Pinterest-level apartments without ever having to hire a contractor. And I’m a picky bitch,” you say, laughing around the last bit.

“You are not,” Rafe laughs. “And half of that is your decorating. Maybe 70, 75%.”

“Your modestly will never not exhaust me,” you declare, smacking one last kiss onto his lips before standing up. “You’re gonna be fine tomorrow, alright? But you’ve got to get some sleep.”

“Ten minutes?” he pleads.

“I will generously give you ten seconds instead. It’s your lucky day,” you say, shuffling toward the doorway back into the house, where two curious dogs await your return.

“Thanks,” he answers sarcastically, before standing to check everything over one last time. These guys could have anyone, he tells himself. They chose him.

He’s gathering his pencils to deposit back into the cup, just about to reach over his head and turn off his work lamp for the night when he sees it, what you’d been scribbling into the margin on one of his designs: you got this RC. hurry home!

At just the same moment that he’s he’s tracing over your loopy “y” and the heart you’d finished your note off with, you call out his name from the doorway, his family waiting for him.

You give him a saccharine-sweet smile, your arms crossed over your chest. “I wasn’t asking.”

#answered #cognacdelights #frankie so very sorry ur being tagged in rafe x reader fic but u asked for it by being my long distance tumblr mutual #new light hcs #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fanfiction #outer banks imagine #outer banks fanfiction

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lindseymcdonaldseyelashes · 2 months

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There's an eight-minute Sporcle quiz for naming every Leverage episode

I only got 59/77 and I'm so ashamed because most of the ones I missed are my very favorite episodes...

#leverage #sporcle

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milkteeboba · 1 year

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The Sweetest Note-taker

“CRISPR or Cas9 is short for clustered, regularly, interspaced…”

Akaashi quickly jots down what the professor says in his notes. Well they aren’t his notes. He looks over to his right. You are sitting with your head in your arms face down on the desk.

You had been complaining about your killer headache since last night. You told him that you had an important lecture the next day that you couldn't miss since the material would be on your next quiz. But you were having a challenging time focusing with your head throbbing.

Akaashi being the kind and observant boyfriend he is, took matters into his own hands and decided to follow you to class. As you were taking your normal route the next morning you assume that he is dropping you off, so you do not think much about him tagging along, not until you approach the doors of your lecture hall and both steps inside.

“Wait Keiji, what are you doing?” you ask sluggishly, feeling a dull pressure on your temples.

“Isn't it obvious? I'm gonna join your lecture.” he states matter of factly

“Uh, any particular reason?” you question, walking to your row.

“I thought it would be very informative, for me.”

“But you're a journalist major-”

“Let's take a seat.” He quickly interrupts.

You slide into your desk a bit perplexed and pull out your notebook and pens, you look to the front and can tell you will have a tough time comprehending the material, you rub the sides of your head and the professor is about to start when your notebook and pens are snatched from you. You look over to your left.

“Keiji what-”

“Don’t worry (Y/N) I'll take your notes for you.” he says.

You are about to object when he puts a finger to his mouth and shushes you with a little smirk, turning to pay attention to the professor who was now speaking.

You're gawking at him. You stay like that for a minute then smile. He is the sweetest person ever. You face forward in your desk and after a moment you put your head down and shut your eyes, faintly hearing your professor speak and Keiji furiously scribbling the material into your notes.

“Well, I can confidently say I did find your lecture informative, though I have a few questions about being able to edit the genes of a human being.” Akaashi says as he hands you back your notebook with 4 pages worth of lecture notes.

You giggle at his comment and look down at his notes, various doodles and pen scribbles are seen throughout and you can see it’s his same handwriting from high school. You grab his shoulder for leverage and kiss his cheek.

“Thank you for taking my notes Keiji you are the bestest boyfriend ever.” you say, already feeling your headache gradually ceasing.

“Of course (Y/N) anytime.” He smiles

“Though you may want to work on your handwriting.”

“Don't you start.”

Author Note: hellooo this is my first time writing a work on tumblr!! I've just been sort of a lurker since 2019 but decided I would try my hand at writing a little blurb. This is incredibly self indulgent as a bio student myself but thought this was cute. I hope the tenses makes sense while reading it. You start off in the present and the rest is what happened in the past and then you're in the present again! I might start posting more often because this was fun to write :)))

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catalogercas · 3 days

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Toast quiz tag game, tagged by @disastrouscanasta

Tagging @providing-leverage, @jamietarttsnorthernattitude, @goodmorninglovelies42, @mydoctor, and @pghumfort

#I want to be mad but yeah #That's totally accurate #I'm boring and predictable #Also the mismatched combo is the last thing I would consider

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baziutawrites · 1 year

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Greens and greys

Xavier Thorpe x Female OC

Beginnings part 1

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8]

Other smut fics through my Masterlist.

WARNING! There is a smutty part towards the end of this piece. Proceed with caution if you are under 18 yrs old.

Xavier Thorpe always thought he was attracted to the unconventional. Being an artist and all, it supposedly came with a peculiar taste in beauty, aesthetics and also something as ordinary as past-time activities he picked up during his stay at the school, like fencing or archery.

Even when surrounded by outcasts at the Nevermore Academy, he still looked for something different, something uncommon, something - someone - unusual. That's why he completely could not understand why this one person kept invading his mind. It's not that she wasn't pretty or anything - but she was, to put it simply, regular.

"Earth to Xavier! Do you copy?"

Ajax's voice shook him out of his musings. He looked at him, blinking stupidly as if he has just been woken up.

"Man, you're acting weird af. Staring off and shit since the year've started." Ajax waved his arms around, a tiny paper bag in one of his hands. Faint smell of weed lingered in the air. "I asked you if you wanted to chill before 'the meeting' and you do this… this thing instead."

He moved to sit next to Xavier, handing him the paper bag. He took it, feeling the contents inside.

"You're creeping me out, dude. What's wrong?"

"It's… nothing. Just– weird dreams, that's all." Xavier rubbed his eyes with his fingers and leaned back on the bench, his head resting on the wall behind them. "No, really, it's prolly nothin'."

He added, seeing the unconvinced expression on his friend's face. Even the snakes peeked from underneath his beanie, almost as if they too were doubting his words. Before Ajax could speak however, Xavier slapped his knee and stood up swiftly, shaking the contents of the bag slightly.

"Now, wanna get some Lemon or what?"

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Valerye sat beside her new roommate, Yoko Tanaka, still in awe of the entirety of her new shared dorm room. It was quite elegant, gothic in styling and details with two big stained-glass windows overlooking the main courtyard in the middle of the Academy. They even had a balcony, although not as big as her roommate's friend - Enid, who had the most luck, having the topmost room entirely for herself.

Val however wasn't about to complain. Yoko seemed to be relatively laid back and chill when it came to the dorm rules and the past few days since starting the year were overall less stressful thanks to her. It wasn't easy being thrown into an entirely new, unknown environment all by herself. She never had a dorm room or a roommate up to this point. Not to mention, she wasn't well versed into the social life laws that were clearly set up in between the social cliques at Nevermore. She was lucky to become a roommate with someone who already was a part of a quite prominent one - it earned her an easy way in.

Thing is, it wouldn't be enough. She would still have to prove herself, show her worth in order to be accepted.

"What did you say you were calling yourselves again?" Val peered into the mirror Yoko held in front of her face, laser focused on the tiny eyeliner brush on her eyelid.

"Wha- oh. The Nightshades." She chuckled, eyeing Val's tense expression. "Don't worry, no one's gonna give you a pop quiz before entering."

When she didn't look convinced, she added.

"Just be yourself. I'm sure they are gonna like you. I mean, I already told them everything about you and they all agreed to bring you in, wanna finally see you. This doesn't happen often, so don't fret. You've already got yourself some leverage, honey."

"Yeah, no pressure at all..."

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to bring some gifts." Yoko glanced at the bag on Val's bed. A few bottle necks were peeking out from underneath the semi closed zipper. "But I see you've already thought of that. Good."

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The corridors were eerily quiet, only their two pair of steps echoed between the stone walls. Val followed closely behind Yoko, cursing under her breath quietly as she felt goosebumps erupting on the exposed skin of her arms and shoulders. It wasn't supposed to be this cold this soon, so she left the sweater back on her bed and went with a sleeveless black turtleneck only. At least she listened to her roommate and opted out of the skirt.

"Too preppy." She simply stated and threw her a pair of high wasted pants.

They came to a halt in front of a statue so suddenly, Val almost walked into Yoko and gave an apologetic smile when the bottles inside her bag clinked loudly. Great, her causing them to get caught this late outside of their dorms with bags full of alcohol surely wasn't a great way to make a good first impression. Yoko however, unfazed, lifted her hand up and snapped her fingers twice, loudly.

The statue of what turned out to be Edgar Allan Poe moved and slid back, exposing a hidden entrance leading down the stairs into a circular room with a high ceiling and walls covered in bookshelves. There were people down there already but they didn't notice them yet. Val squared her shoulders and took a deep breath as went down after her roommate.

"This is Valerye, say 'hi' everybody, be nice, cuz she brought gifts."

Loud cheers erupted around the room and Val could not help but smile.

***

Xavier could not help but stare at the newcomer more and more bluntly as the drinks, expertly mixed by Yoko, kept coming in and the little relax sesh he had with Ajax right before they came down there surely didn't help. He couldn't shake off this weird feeling he got since he laid eyes on the new girl. It's almost as if he saw her already - somewhere, someday - but from what he gathered, it was impossible.

From what Yoko told them before the meeting, she just moved from quite far away and for the past few days she wasn't attending classes due to some supposed paperwork she and her family had to do. She also came from a very prominent and old family name from over the ocean, one that made Principal Weems give the new girl some leeway when it came to the strict rules about attendance. So, he didn't see her in class and didn't see her in the corridors and surely he didn't see her out and about anywhere at any point in his life. So why in the hell his eyes seemed to gravitate towards her and why did he had this strange feeling in his chest every time she locked her eyes with him?

She wasn't extraordinary by any means. Well, Xavier did think she was quite pretty - but nothing out of the ordinary, like Bianca or Yoko. And yet, he kept staring so bad, his friends finally took notice when he ignored a question directed towards him for a third time in a row.

"Well, someone's got his mind elsewhere." Rowan teased as the rest of the boys laughed. It brought Xavier's attention back to the group and he was met with knowing smirks. He could feel the heat creeping up his face as he realised they noticed his weirdo behaviour.

"What? No. I wasn't staring."

"Noone said you were, bud." Kent laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "Think we should go and introduce ourselves properly, what you think, Ajax?"

"Ye, we should, shouldn't we, Rowan?"

Rowan snorted into his drink he was taking a sip from, just as he was swept alongside Xavier by the other two boys. The latter's weak protests were completely ignored, lost in between the sounds of tipsy laughter.

***

Val quickly felt at home within the girls' part of the Nightshades. Yoko seemed to loosen up a bit more, Divina was an absolute sweetheart with a sharp mind, yet quite an introverted demeanour at first, and Bianca was radiating confidence and open mindedness, although she seemed to be quite stubborn in her ways when challenged nonetheless. The drinks were quite helpful when it came to loosening their tongues and soon, the girls swept her into a whirlwind of the newest and most important gossip of the Nevermore Academy.

She noticed, however, a one particular member who acted quite odd. The tall one with long hair kept stealing glances at her more and more blatantly as the time and drinks went on. He had a weird name, she didn't quite catch it over the blasting music. She caught his big, mesmerising green eyes burning holes in her head several times so far and smiled when she noticed him act surprised every time he got caught, his cheeks a bit pink either from embarrassment or alcohol, or maybe both, she didn't know but it made her quite flattered.

When the boys joined them again, he stood on the opposite side of the circle as he now seemed hellbent on getting drunk, swinging one cup after another instead of joining in with the questions the group now asked about her previous endeavours. That's why she didn't expect his voice behind her, when they all turned to Yoko, arguing about what drink she should make next.

"Do we know each other?" The guy's voice surprisingly not slurred considering how much he just drank. Great, very creative pick up line, she thought as she turned around to face him. It took her by surprise how close he was now, she had to crane her neck to look him up in the face.

Xavier's breath hitched in his throat as he finally took in her features. He could almost feel her breath, as he realised he was very close to her now. A bit too close in fact for a first conversation. He didn't have a well adjusted judgement of distance when drunk, he had just realised. And when she cocked her eyebrow at him, he quickly added.

"I mean, I'm sure we've met already."

"I think so too." She gave him a side smile and traced her fingernail along the hem of his button up. It made his loins tingle. "In fact, I'm sure of it."

"Oh? Remember when? Because I'm sure I wouldn't forget a face like yours." He breathed, his lips curling into his signature smirk, as he leaned in. Two could play that game and the alcohol finally rushing to his head made him lose his wariness.

"Yea. Here. Two hours ago to be exact."

His smile faltered a bit and his cheeks reddened a little when she laughed. His eyes glided over her neck as she threw her head back a bit and he was sure he saw her like this up close before.

"Uh, I-ah, I meant, earlier than that." He fumbled with his words, not expecting her to shoot him down like this.

"Well, I don't remember you, so... maybe I was in your dreams then?" She winked at him and turned around, her hair brushing his arm as she went towards Yoko to get her cup refilled, leaving tingles in it's wake. She didn't notice the stupefied look on Xavier's face.

His visions.

***

The night after the meeting Xavier did not dream of the girl that invaded his dreams quite often for the past few months. She didn't show up even in the following week. Then almost a month went by, and he cursed himself for not paying more attention towards the details in his hazy dream visions. He had no other way of checking if Val was truly the one in his dreams.

The one thing he noticed and remembered from the dreams however, were those odd flashes of green that sometimes seemed to spark in the girl's hair when she moved. He could swear he could catch glimpses of it now in real life, just right out of the corner of his eyes. But whenever he turned around to catch the person behind it, they were already gone.

***

The next Nightshades meeting took place after a month since the last one. Xavier would lie if he said he wasn't excited to have a reason talk to Val again. He didn't really spoke to her much since the last meeting. She seemed so preoccupied with everything, she always slipped away before he could muster up the courage to ask her anything more than how she's doing and how was her day. He felt this weird pull towards her he couldn't explain, his eyes seemed to act on their own, gluing his gaze onto her when she wasn't paying attention to him. The drawing of her profile was now safely hidden in his sketchbook, yet it didn't seem to help at all.

And now he was almost running towards the Allan Poe statue. He was late because of his indecisiveness about his clothes - today, out of all the days before this one, he decided to be picky about his looks.

Val's eyes followed Xavier's lanky figure as he descended down the stairs and smiled apologeticly, mumbling some sort of apology towards Bianca, who wasn't happy about his late appearance. Her heart seemed to stutter a bit at the sight of it, as she smiled at him when his eyes landed on her.

"What's his name?" She whispered in Divina's ear.

"Xavier Thorpe. Why? You like him?" She gave her a playful nudge. "He's single from what I know, you know?"

Val just laughed. Well, she did think the boy was kinda handsome with his overall tortured artist vibe going on but she barely knew him from the short conversations they had in passing.

"Thanks, gonna remember that."

***

The two plastic cups crinkled under his fingers as he set his mind on finally talking to her. He could not shake off the feeling that lingered in his chest since the last party. It was driving him crazy. Why did his visions suddenly stop? Did it have anything to do with her or was it just pure coincidence? Maybe talking to her would bring him some answers. Also, he found himself longing for her presence as he watched Kent repeatedly making her laugh.

And there it was. This teeny tiny flash of green at the edge of his vision, just as he lowered his gaze to the side. His head snapped back up so suddenly he winced, feeling his mind swim at the movement. Once again, he could not figure where it came from and he cursed under his breath. He was going insane.

He watched Val put down her empty cup and Kent finally excusing himself. This was his chance. Now or never.

"Tryin' to get me drunk, Thorpe?" She laughed at him but took the cup from his extended hand. He bit his lip, stifling a chuckle. Thankfully it was quite dark, he hoped she did not notice his pink cheeks.

"If you can get drunk on water, I'm gonna be seriously concerned for your wellbeing." He leaned against the pillar, eyeing her surprised expression with a small smile.

"How considerate of you." Her face softened a bit. "Thank you."

"So, how do you find your stay here so far?"

***

He could not believe how easy it was to talk to her - it felt as if they were there for hours. He also found himself focusing on how she laughed at his playful jabs, or how her grey eyes trained on his lips whenever he took a sip from his cup. But just when he was about to comment on it, the dimmed lights turned a bit brighter and he noticed the green again. It seemed to glimmer for a second where the light bounced off of her hair and he choked on his water so hard he went into a coughing fit.

"Xavier, are you okay?" Val's concerned voice reached his ears as she patted his back. "What happened?"

"Forgot... how... to swallow." He panted, feeling himself go red in the face, fully aware of her hand still on his back. His teary eyes bore into her hair and even now with the blurry vision, he could tell her hair was light brown, without any green undertones. How on earth could it happen then? He wanted to touch it, to feel it under his fingertips. To bring it closer, to see if it glimmered under the different angles, to make sure it would do that again. To make sure it was as soft as he imagined it to be.

"Do you dye your hair?" He blurted out instead.

"No... never had. Why do you ask?"

"Good." He answered absentmindedly, his mind racing. His mind was playing tricks on him, that was for sure. How else would he explain it?

***

He found out he wasn't going mad some time after that first incident, however the way he did it made his mind even more dazed than it was before.

He caught himself drawing her more and more often. Thinking back about the conversations they had that day, smiling to himself as he laid in bed at night, Rowan long gone into the slumber. He reminded himself of every time he made her laugh, how she touched his hands during the newly implemented class, Foreign Beings and Legends, because she noticed his hands were stained with charcoal powder. He started to purposfuly hold a piece of charcoal right before that class so she could notice it when he pulled out the chair for her to sit next to him.

That day, the Nightshades agreed upon the Lake Party as a tribute to the last warm days of the year. Xavier, drained after the archery practice he had in the morning, fell asleep right after his head hit the pillow in his then empty room.

The dream vision was blurry, as it always was, however the girl in it seemed to be a bit more defined. She was laying down on her back on what seemed to be his bed, as he looked at her from above. She moved, but not in a sleepy manner. She was writhing, hands seemed to be gripping the sheets in feverish manner. Her hair, despite not quite focused, was sporadically glinting with that god forsaken green he told himself was a figment of his imagination.

And then he felt himself being pulled down towards her and he noticed she was naked underneath him. He could almost feel her breath on his face for a second and he realised she was moaning, her head thrown back, facing away from him the second he tried to focus on her features. He felt himself moving and looked down his body only to see that he also wasn't wearing clothes. But the part that hit him the hardest, was the fact his cock was slowly sliding in and out of the girls pussy, lewd sounds following every roll of his hips. His mouth fell open at the blurry sight before his eyes, as he watched himself slowly fuck her, almost feeling her heat around him.

His skin tingled and he heared a familiar voice call out his name.

"Oh, Xavier, yes."

He looked up only to meet the familiar grey eyes for a brief moment, before they rolled up and he actually somewhat felt her pussy clench around his dick while she moaned sweet nothings in his ear. It threw him over the edge instantly and he felt he was cumming himself.

His eyes snapped back open and it took him a moment to realise he was alone in the dorm room. The blurry vision of the grey eyes inching away from his mind. That's when he felt wetness in his pants and cursed, loudly. He was gonna be late again.

***

The bonfire they managed to get going was casting a warm glow over their bodies, as they drunkenly decided to go for an almost naked swim in the lake. Their laughter echoed between the trees and splashes of water soon disrupted the calm, moonlit surface of the water.

Xavier stumbled out of his pants, almost falling into the person next to him and swung his arm around their shoulders for support. His wide grin was met with a loud laugh from Val, as she held her hands against his chest to prevent him from falling further and onto the ground. She shook her head and looked him in the eye and said something he wasn't able to hear at that point. His smile faltered, as he stared into her eyes.

Grey. Her eyes were grey.

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe fanfiction #xavier thorpe x oc #xavier thorpe smut #xavier smut

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I saw your mindflayer edward oc, what are they like?

woah oops idk when you asked this but i hope youll accept your answer now!

hes generally good-humored, though can seem stoic at first (if he's not actively attempting to scare you off). generally delivers punchlines to jokes incorrectly and without any real delivery prowess, so it can be hard to tell when hes joking. he understands that other species are more social and follow codes of conduct, but cant really wrap his head around why. nor does he care to figure it out. he likes to toy with people because it helps him know which buttons to press and when.

hes egotistical; as an ulitharid, he knows he is special and likes to flaunt it. (extra tentacles, baby.) that said, he has no desire to become an elder brain and abandoned his hive because of this. he enjoys a nice luxurious day of self-care just as much as he enjoys a day spent subjugating and enthralling others on various planes of existence. he lives a relatively solitary life, due to both choice and circumstance. (Choice because he would truly identify with the “introvert” label after a particularly compelling buzzfeed quiz and circumstance because, well, he is who he is.)

he will always do and say what benefits him or gives him leverage. this makes him sound mean but on the surface he really isnt. he can be a good and powerful friend, but you'll have to find him first and he is very good at hiding.

sometimes he is exceedingly wise. others, he sounds like a cheesy motivational poster you'd see in a classroom or office space.

some fun facts: he loves and revels in self-care, he plays stringed instruments, he has a cockatoo, he has a mansion powered by some salvaged nautiloid parts that lets him teleport his mystery mansion as he pleases. his favorite song is love shack by the b-52's.

thanks for reading my wall of text. enjoy this picture of him in his supremely evil outfit with his supremely evil bird.

#illithid #mind flayer #my ocs #dungeons and dragons #thank you for asking. i adore talking about him!

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mollymauk-teafleak · 2 years

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it's been a long day so I'd like to ask for some more fluffy headcanons of icemav during their secret relationship stage like in should send me running? thank you!!

Ah I'm sorry to hear you've had A Day, I too know how it feels to have had A Day. Hiding in IceMav seems like a good idea, it's what me and my gf have been doing!

So I adore this stage in their relationship and could talk about it forever. I feel like Slider goes home for a weekend to see his wife and children and comes back, dropping in on Ice just to see how he's doing the way he always would. And for some reason, Ice is looking panicked and nervous and seems to be trying to get rid of him. And then Slider hears the shower turn on upstairs and he Stares at Ice like '...please just tell me it isn't Mitchell' and Ice goes so red.

They do get to the point where they'll be making out on Mav's couch and Goose wanders past to raid Mav's fridge like 'evening Tom'. It takes a while for Ice to get used to it

I don't think they know exactly what to call each other during this time? Like they don't consider themselves to be in a Relationship because they think (read: they're lying to themselves) that this is just going to be while they're at Top Gun. So they do just call each other 'my wingman'

The first time Ice calls Maverick 'baby' something in him short circuits, like he finds it unbearably hot

They do go on sort of dates, they just wait until it's dark before Mav coaxes a very reluctant Ice onto his motorbike (he secretly kind of loves it, its just that 10% of his brain is Horny and the other 90% is oh god we're going to die). They ride very very far off base so there's no chance of them bumping into anyone and they'll eat bad diner food thats kind of delicious because its like midnight, they'll walk on the beach together, maybe go for a skinny dip if they're feeling daring. They're yawning all through class the next day but its worth it

Years later, after dadt and they're married, they do go back to the diner where they had these secret dates and Reminisce

Often their arguments in class and after hops will spill over into some very intense, very fun Kinda Angry sex. Its those days especially where Maverick is wincing when he sits down in the cockpit the next day

Ice starts leveraging sex so Maverick will study for their classes, like he'll quiz him and if he gets a question right he gets a kiss from Ice, a whole page correct and he'll blow him

Despite what they say, Goose knows this is for real so he takes as many pictures as he can when they're all together and safe, just the four of them, he knows Mav and Ice will want memories of this time when they're older. And he's right, those Polaroids are so precious to them later

Slider definitely asks Ice for details after these dates (he's curious, he still hates Mitchell, shut up) and Ice is immediately like 'oh yeah, uh, I love him' (no I have not just watched Jerry Maguire to appease my gf and applied every single scene to IceMav...)

#top gun #top gun 1986 #icemav #iceman #tom kazansky #maverick #pete mitchell #goose #slider #headcanons

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localplaguenurse · 4 months

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Thinking about an Eros and Psyche retelling of ginkgo trees

Like Cheng Gho making a contract with Morax to marry Wifey to a monster with the ability to tear them to pieces. Morax agrees because he fits the criteria of “monster that has the ability to tear them to pieces” and marries Wifey under the cover of darkness and he asks them to swear to a contract that Wifey may never look upon his face without his permission. Over the years Wifey learn to love their stranger husband, all his quirks and features without ever seeing his face. Although curiosity nipped at them, they light a lantern and entered his room when he’s asleep. Something something shocked by the revelation that Wifey married their god they accidentally knocked over his tea cup and the sound woke Morax up. Furious and betrayed, Morax invoked the contract and told Wifey if they ever wish to see him again they must complete 7 near impossible tasks.

The first, is the easiest. Travel to the land of freedom and capture the Anemo’s Archon’s song in a bottle.

The second, travel to the land wisdom and request the Dendro Archon to put a drop of her wisdom in a chest.

The third, travel to the land of eternity and bring back no less than 15 sakura petals harvested by the Electro Archon.

The fourth, travel to the land of justice and bring back a bottle of water that has been deemed the best tasting by the Dragon Sovereign.

The Fifth, travel to the land of glory and ask the Pyro Archon for a trophy from her conquests.

The Sixth, travel to the land of frozen hearts and retrieve a drop of love from The Cryo Archon.

And lastly, the Seventh, return to the land of Contracts and make haste to Jueyun Karst wherein one must retrieve no less than 3 blessings from 3 different adepti, by sundown present the items to the closest Liyue statue of seven.

Should they fail, they will return to the monastery as a divorcee.

In the end, they had completed all that was ask of them except, they had only retrieved two out of three blessings. Tried and exhausted, Wifey collapsed at the base of a statue of seven. His fury long burnt out, Morax took pity on his wife and as prime adeptus he presented with the last blessing. Thus they had completed all that is ask of them, and the couple continued to live happily ever after

Though Mr Zhongli Contests such things didn’t happen

I forgive you for making me take that omegaverse quiz and I cannot believe we got the same results

This was actually the exact story that got me into mythology!

To further build on this, Morax had stopped being mad a lot sooner than expected, but because he’s the god of contracts, he couldn’t go back on his word or make an exception to the rules. It’s this world’s equivalent of Aphrodite tormenting Psyche whole Eros himself is begging his mom to just let it go already.

Perhaps Wifey is injured pretty bad, or all the stress has had an awful toll on them. When they pass out at the foot of his statue, that’s when he figures out the loophole of he’s an adeptus, he approval can count. Maybe Wifey’s pregnant like Psyche was in the story, and when they pass out that’s when Morax goes “shit shit shit shit shit I fucked up BAD-”

When he forgives them, instead of Psyche drinking ambrosia and becoming a goddess, it’s Morax claiming Wifey and giving them that good adeptal healing.

This whole ordeal is STILL occasionally used as leverage by Wifey whenever they don’t want to do something, and Morax won’t do anything about it because yeah the whole travelling to seven nations for forgiveness thing was definitely an overreaction on his part.

Oh, oh but also imagine you’re Morax, and your wife was arranged to marry you against their will. They see your true form, and while sending them back is technically punishment, they’re also getting their freedom back. That’s why he made the trials so ridiculous and complicated, but Wifey does them anyways. This begs the question; if failure means going back to the monastery they were raised in, why are they so determined not to go home?

Come to think of it, why would this woman offer up such a meek, anxious little shrine caretaker up so easily? If it’s true they were born and raised here, that makes them family. This woman offered up her basically grandchild, the pride and joy of the monastery, the first chance she got. Why would she do that to such a sweet soul? Why is this caretaker so determined not to be reunited with their precious family that they would possibly risk death to stay with the god they were unwillingly wed to?

#ask #as gold as the ginkgo trees #ivy!#mythology brain go brrrrrrrrr

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purichana · 6 months

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i was revising for my dl quiz and came across this vv gorgeous explanation, the graphs and their different representations are mapped so beautifully

#idk what to tag this #info #machine learning #????#graph neural networks

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runn1ngn0se · 1 year

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HEY YOU, YES YOU

I want you to go to @cheerclaw’s OC Tournament and vote

RAGGEDROSE

Why should you?

[Art by Winterbuttons]

-She’s Mean Don’t you miss when ShadowClan was THE COLD HEART OF THE FOREST? Back when ShadowClan was FIERCE, and FEARED? Back when we had cats named BROKENSTAR, and CLAWFACE. What do we have now SUNbeam?, LIGHTleap? What is this Weenie Hut Jr’s ThunderClan 3 (cause SkyClan was already ThunderClan 2) nonsense?

Raggedrose is as mean, sassy, and violent as you’d want any classic Old Forest ShadowClan cat to be! (She's basically Russetfur 2).

[Art by our glorious tournament organizer Cheerclaw, who've favor I definately wouldn't leverage from all the commissions I've bought from them to rig the pools in my favor /j... or am I 🤨]

-She’s a Tortoiseshell Chimera

POP QUIZ CHUCKLENUTS! How many canon tortoiseshell cats can you name? And I ain’t talking about no tortoiseshell AND WHITE (aka Calico) cats. I’m only talking about black and ginger ONLY.

Redtail, Finchlight… Fierce (you know, from everybody's favorite group: The Guardians from Tigerheart’s Shadow)?

This is why we need her, to fill in this grossly underrepresented demographic!

And lets not forget about that split color face of her’s. Did you know that Chimera cats happen when a kitten fetus EATS ITS SIBLING IN THE MOTHER’S WOMB! That’s right, Raggedrose murdered her own sibling before they were even born. That's how you know she was born a real killer! (Are there even any canon chimera cats in Warriors?)

[Art by ForestWhisker, Cats-Soap-Opera, Shitwarriorsquoteunquoteart, and Spottyissleepwalking]

-She’s Got a Cool Tail!

So Poofy! Who else has a tufted tail? Sol! You know why he has that? Cause he’s cool! Who else is cool enough to have a tufted tail? Raggedrose!

NOW GET OUT THERE AND VOTE FOR RAGGEDROSE! (or else you’ll make Runningnose sad, you wouldn't want to make him sad you monster).

#warrior cats #wcoc #warrior cats oc #warriors oc #shadowclan #cheer wcoc tournament

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houndsofbalthazar · 2 days

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Been watching a show called Double The Money, it's a very straightforward gameshow, teams of two are given a sum of money, they have to do some sort of entrepreneurial thing to make money in a short amount of time, if they don't double it then they're eliminated, and each episode the amount of money goes up, it's up to £1000 which they need to turn into £2000 in this episode. Some of the framing is very funny though, like there's a couple that own a pub and their first two schemes were run a pub quiz and run a fancy dinner night at their pub. One pair in this episode decided to do a talk and exhibition about Indian erotic art, and while they do mention fairly early that the speaker has been studying the Karma Sutra for many years, the editing and voiceover make it look like it's going to be a total disaster with no one showing up, then right at the end they show the venue sold out, a round of applause and then mention that the speaker just happens to have over a million followers on a social media page where she talks about this topic specifically! And I know it's just light entertainment but it is very funny that the whole premise of the show is presented as like "can someone in this day and age take a small amount of money and with a bit of hard work turn it into a profit?" when really for some of the contestants it's like "can someone with an existing successful business or well established fanbase leverage that to make a bit of extra cash?"

#my text

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thegenderdruid · 26 days

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I have been slowly over time rewatching every Jon Bois video and compiling a Jon Bois quote book which I'm probably eventually going to turn in to a sporcle quiz or something but in the meantime it's great because these quotes have long been infiltrating my idiolect and now I have exact transcriptions and citations for all of my favorite ones, some of my favorites that live rent free in my head that are in my quote book so far:

"Wins above replacement, or WAR for short. Has it enhanced our enjoyment of the game of baseball? non-commital wince Has is given us more bullshit to complain about? ABSOLUTELY!" (Dorktown: Dave Stieb part 1) "No offense intended toward any bozos who might be watching." (Dorktown: Dave Stieb part 1) "That's the number one rule of data journalism, come in with an agenda and bend the rules however you need to in order to prove your point." (Chart Party: The search for the saddest punt in the world) "You have to have some water if you want to be champion." (Pretty Good episode 8: "WHY DO I CHOOSE THIS FOR A LIVING") "To me, the entire point of baseball is to make pitchers try to bat. It is fantastic." (Pretty Good episode 1: KOO DAE-SUNG) "We don't need a sweatshirt. You're in San Diego and I'm in Hell." (Dorktown: Phantom Counts) "Generally speaking, public opinion of unions falls into two main camps, right? Now if you're in the first camp then you believe that workers deserve some kind of leverage against their employers. They make society work and therefore they should special things. They should be able to demand pensions, health care, fair pay, that kind of thing. If you're in the second camp, you're an asshole." (Pretty Good episode 13: Randall Cunningham Seizes the Means of Production)

#jon bois

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priyadharshinigamer · 1 month

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Explore 2024's Top Money-Making Apps Without Investment

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explainlearning · 3 months

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College Study Group Success: Tips and Tricks to Ace Your Exams Together

College can be a whirlwind of challenging courses, demanding professors, and endless deadlines. Navigating this academic landscape alone can feel overwhelming, but fear not! You’re not in this by yourself. College study group offer a powerful tool to enhance your learning, boost motivation, and ultimately land those coveted A’s.

But let’s face it, not all study groups are created equal. Transforming a good intention into a best college study group requires planning, structure, and a commitment to active learning. This article equips you with the tips and tricks to navigate the world of group study, helping you form and utilize a college learning collective that unlocks your academic potential.

Building Your Dream Team:

1. Find Your Tribe:

Compatibility is key. Seek out individuals with similar learning styles, work ethics, and commitment levels. Remember, you’re building a collaborative environment, not just inviting your best friends if they’re more likely to be social butterflies than focused scholars.

2. Subject-Specific or Diverse?:

Decide if you want a group focused on one challenging course or several related subjects. The former allows for deep dives, while the latter offers broader support and cross-disciplinary connections.

3. Size Matters:

Aim for 3-5 members. Larger groups can get unwieldy, while smaller ones lack diversity in perspectives and might not offer enough support. Remember, quality over quantity is key.

Structuring for Success:

1. Set SMART Goals:

Don’t just say “study the chapter.” Get specific: “Summarize key concepts, practice 10 sample problems, prepare questions for the professor.” Align goals with specific materials and desired outcomes.

2. Schedule Like a Boss:

Choose regular meeting times and stick to them. Utilize collaborative calendars and online tools like Doodle to manage schedules effectively. Consistency is critical for building productive study habits.

3. Ground Rules are Golden:

Establish expectations for active participation, focus, and respecting each other’s time. Address distractions or unproductive behaviors promptly. Remember, you’re there to learn, not just socialize.

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1. Active Learning Strategies:

Go beyond passive note-taking: Discuss, explain concepts to each other, and quiz one another. This active recall method solidifies understanding better than rereading notes.

Cater to diverse learning styles: Visual learners might benefit from diagrams, while kinesthetic learners prefer simulations. Adapt activities to ensure everyone thrives.

Challenge and support each other: Don’t shy away from asking tough questions or offering constructive feedback. A healthy learning environment thrives on intellectual exchange and growth.

2. Leverage Technology:

Online platforms like Zoom or Google Meet are game-changers for geographically dispersed groups. Utilize breakout rooms for smaller discussions and collaborative tools like shared documents or whiteboards.

Share relevant online resources like video lectures, practice questions, or interactive simulations to enhance understanding and engagement.

Stay connected between sessions using messaging apps to share resources, ask quick questions, and keep each other accountable.

3. Remember, You’re a Team:

Celebrate successes: Acknowledge individual and group achievements to keep motivation high. Recognizing progress fuels further effort.

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Feedback is key: Regularly evaluate how the group functions and discuss areas for improvement. Be open to adapting your approach based on everyone’s needs.

Bonus: Online Study Groups – A Viable Option:

For students unable to form in-person groups, online study groups offer a valuable alternative. Many platforms connect students across locations and subjects, fostering collaborative learning environments. Remember to apply the same principles of goal setting, active learning, and respectful communication for a successful online experience.

Conclusion:

By following these tips and tricks, you can transform your college study group into a college learning collective. Remember, collaboration, clear goals, and a commitment to active learning are the keys to unlocking the full potential of this powerful tool. Gather your team, set your goals, and embark on a journey of academic success together!

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