#PA School prep

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#pa school interview #interview #interview preparation #PA #pa school prep #PA School #Pre-Med #Medicine #graduate school #Pre-Nursing #Pre-AA #Pre-PA #PA School Application #student

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Kon: *back from his first day at school* I'M DONE WITH THIS! I HATE SCHOOL!

Kon: THEY KEEP ASKING STUPID QUESTIONS!!!

Kon: 'hOw OlD aRE yOu?' 'WHeRe dId YoU lIvE beFoRe tHis?' and then their doing a project on yourself and I have to answer questions like 'wHeRe wErE yOu BorN?' 'WhAt iS yOur fAmIlY liKe?' 'Do YoU hAve aNy bABy phOtoS yOu cAn brIngIn?' I HATE THIS! I REFUSE TO GO AGAIN!

#kon #kon el #superboy #conner kent #superfamily #superman #clark kent #kal el #ma kent #pa kent #martha kent #jonathan kent #smallsville #based on when we had to do family projects in school. kon would have to make everything up. #like realy basic questions. when were you born? how old are you? what year were you born? what are your parents names? #at least clark had years for ma and pa to prep him for all these questions. they probably have a file on clark but kon had like no prep #comics #dc comics #lois lane #jon lane kent

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Some long, big thoughts on Kazuki, Rei, and being “Fathers.” - SPOILERS!

I really think this episode is when Kazuki and Rei really face the reality that they are Miri’s FATHERS. Like, it finally sunk in.

The lady here uses otou-sama, which is a very formal way to address the two of them, very stuffy. But also very...Japanese. In Japan, it is very commonplace nowadays for little kids to use papa and mama when addressing their parents, but those are still seen as loanwords. They don’t carry the same weight as being referred to, and seen as, FATHERS.

That question and how they would be perceived by others really hit them here. They aren’t just playing house at home anymore, they are out in society and are going to be perceived as this Miri’s fathers. That may also come with the assumption that they are a couple or in a relationship with each other. 

They both look uncomfortable here at that realization, but neither one really denies it either. Of course, this daycare is very unwelcoming and the lady far more judgmental than Anna. So that also likely plays a part in how they feel and react here too. The first daycare they go to  focused more on the business side of things. 

The room is huge, but empty, the walls are colorful, but not bright. Miri is sent off to play with blocks and the lady never directly addresses her or asks for her thoughts on things. Everything about this daycare is unwelcoming and uninviting and unaccepting, so Rei and Kazuki act coldly to this initial realization and the usage of the word FATHER here, seems very fitting.

It’s not a happy, bubbly, childlike, and even fantastical like the word “Papa” is. And the lady interviewing them, was definitely judging them, even before Miri started mentioning some more...suspicious stuff, lol.

Now, when they go to Aozora Daycare, Anna also addresses them using the word father in Japanese, but she goes with otou-san, still formal, but not stuffy and far more common and approachable. It’s still not “Papa” though. She only uses “Papa” when she talks to Miri about Rei and Kazuki. 

(In the Japanese she directly addresses Kazuki first by calling him otou-san and then stating that she was asking Miri, not him, haha). 

We are met with understanding here, though. Not judgement. The walls of Aozora are filled with children’s art projects, a piano that indicates singing and dancing time as a group, and warm smiles and comfy clothes. Everything that indicates a child-first daycare center. 

The whole interview process ends successfully. The daycare views them as suitable parents and Miri got accepted into the school. 

And while Rei looks disinterested during this entire interview. He was paying just as close attention to everything as Kazuki was, and if watch the high-five scene with a good eye, you can see that Rei actually has his hand up and waiting for Miri’s high-five before Kazuki.He understands her and her flow so well.

The rest is going under a Read More due to length.

Next we see them navigating all the prep work. And even though Rei did fall asleep at one point, we see that they both put in as much effort and energy as they can to get everything right for Miri and her first day of daycare. They both read through the handbook, write her names on things, even Rei did some sewing too. They exhaust themselves out. 

They think they make a great first impression on that first day:

But they make a lot of faux pas in the world of Japanese parenthood (specifically in a space that tends to be dominated by motherhood).

Arriving by car = ✘

Wearing suits that aren’t black = ✘

Having Miri wearing clothes that look expensive = ✘

Arriving by car is equated to wealth and money, and even to showing off, as opposed to riding a bike.

Wearing suits that aren’t black is associated with the underbelly side of Japan, men that work in the red light district or with the yakuza. An exception to this would be like, in many places, the entertainment business.

Dressing Miri up in clothes that look expensive plays into the whole “yakuza daughter” vibes, but also makes it so that she stands apart from the other children. It can also make it so that Miri has a difficult time putting the clothes on and off herself, which could take up class time when coming in from play time, getting ready to go home, and etc.

I worked at a juku (cram school) with a daycare. Most of the students I cared for there were native Japanese kids between 2 - 4 years old whose parents were working in America. My boss would often get annoyed when parents would bring their (usually daughters) in wearing fancy shoes that looked pretty, but hurt the child’s feet and were hard for the child to take on and off themself. 

Kids around Miri’s age are also shown to be aware of economic and social class on some level as well. 

LOS ANGELES, Calif. (Ivanhoe Newswire) -- Rich, poor, middle class. Parents often believe it’s their responsibility to shield their children from economic differences and social class.

But new research shows children as young as five years old are not economically blind. In fact, by the time they reach prekindergarten, kids know the difference.

This group of primary school kids already knows what money can buy.

Combine that with the (thirsty though they were) mothers who probably advised their children to not get on Miri’s bad side because of her dad’s, and her outfits that set her apart, and scenes like this one:

Don’t seem so out-of-place.

When Kazuki and Rei pick Miri up at school, her answer to “How was your first day? Have fun?” being “I dunno yet.’ Set’s off alarm bells - even with Rei.

His brows are furrowed. He knows that something is off and wrong with that statement. They don’t know what they did wrong, and they don’t know how to fix it. Miri gets quieter and sadder and this is the first time they’ve had to actually deal with Miri on a deeper, emotional level. 

That feeling like you are failing a child (whether your own, one of your students, or just a child in your care) is such a devasting feeling. This episode expresses it well by having these scenes all take place on the way home from the daycare, when the sun is setting. 

Thankfully, Kazuki is open to listening to what Miss Anna has to tell him, and she is so supportive. She doesn’t judge them or treat them like they are incompetent or incapable. She just gives them the push in the right direction, with “insider info” in a way, to get them and Miri acclimated correctly. And Rei and Kazuki jump on it. They love that they’ve found this place with a bunch of good quality cheap shit that can help them and make their lives easier.

And after this, Miri goes to school in regular clothes. Kazuki goes to the play area in the regular clothes, and he is just genuine and authentic with the kids. He doesn’t dress Miri up in a way that sets her apart anymore (on a class level, in a way that makes the other kids think she is “saying” “don’t play with me.”). 

Kazuki, especially, isn’t trying to “fake it until he makes it anymore.” He isn’t trying to give the impression that they are rich. And I wouldn’t be surprised if he also felt a bit more pressure to get everything right because he and Rei are two guys raising a kid together - two FATHERS. 

But then he realizes letting Miri and him and Rei just be themselves is enough.

This was very much so a Kazuki issue that ended up negatively impacting Miri. A situation I’m sure every parent (or even teacher, like I’ve been before) has experienced on some level. It’s one of the harsher parts of being a parent and trying to help your child and do what’s right.

And now, he and Rei have one foot further into parenthood, since they know about this new shop and:

Gave Miri her own room.

That is such a big deal. Similar in a way to how people say not to name an animal unless you plan on keeping it as a pet. Not because Miri can be compared to a pet or an animal in any way like that, but because of what it implies on both an emotional attachment level and a “she is now a permanent part of our household” level. 

That's a fully decorated room, filled with toys and plush dolls and games, a bed, books, a rug, even a desk. A desk filled with stationary supplies for her to learn and something which is viewed as a necessity for children to have at home when they are in elementary and junior high school (especially). 

Rei and Kazuki have gone from being Miri’s “Papas” on a sort of imaginary, “playing house” level, with very limited outside and real-world/societal interactions to being her fathers. They have integrated her and themselves as her parents and fathers into society on a large level now. 

By investing in that room, they are investing in Miri, and are openly choosing to be viewed as her fathers - as partners. Even if they don’t necessarily view each other in that way, it doesn’t matter to them in the end, because Miri is what’s most important. 

(Note: I will link to the news article and report that stated that information about children and economic class recognition in the comments).

#Buddy Daddies #KazuRei #Kazuki Kurusu #Rei Suwa #Miri Unasaka #Anna Hanyu #Buddy Daddies spoilers #BD spoilers #long post #image heavy post #meta post #thought post #feel free to add your thoughts to this as well!

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In Your Eyes (Soulmate AU)

Pair: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing

Masterlist

Prompt: the world is colourless and grey, until you make eye contact with your soulmate and you can suddenly see colour

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You were someone who loved the idea of love. You often dreamed of what it would be like when you finally met your soulmate. You didn’t dare dream of being with anyone else until you found them.

Others didn’t care, having romantic relations and partners before they met their soulmate. They teased you, calling you an old fashioned prune or stuck up.

Living in a small town like Hawkins, everyone who’s soulmate lived there had already found each other. So by the time you were 18, you assumed your soulmate didn’t live in Hawkins. Surely if he did, you would have seen him by now. Yet, the whole world was still grey and dull. You could only imagine what colours were like.

Today started like any other. Backpack filled with textbooks, lunch, homework and whatever novel you borrowed for this week. School was uneventful for the first half of the day, your geography teacher raging on about how they hated today’s generation who have to overcomplicate simple things like radio stations or movies.

Your math lesson dragged on as you sat there waiting in your seat for your teacher to call out the end of the test. You knew you passed with flying colours but were upset that they never let you read your book after you’ve finished the test. They claimed that you could still ‘cheat’.

Not like you’d ever have to of course. You just wanted to get back to your book, you only had it for two more days until it would be over due. So naturally you spent all of your lunch time with your eyes glued to the printed pages.

“Attention all students, please report to the gymnasium for an emergency assembly.” A voice over the PA system ran out.

Everyone groaned, packing away the last bit of their lunch before filing out of the cafeteria. You followed along, getting lost in the crowed.

You sat on the bleachers closest to the doorway, while everyone else crowded around the middle so they had a better view.

The principal came out and gave the usual house keeping speech. Reminding students that there’s to be no smoking on school grounds and that all late arrivals need to be signed off by Ms Galloway, the school receptionist.

You didn’t care about much else that was said. The basketball team and cheerleaders paraded around the court, earning cheers from the ground as a ‘pre-prep rally’ for tonight’s game. You didn’t dare look into the eyes of any of the basketball members, you don’t think you could handle one of those jerks to be your soulmate.

There was a moment of silence before everyone turned and gasped towards the back of the bleachers. You had missed it what Jason said, but your eyes followed where everyone was looking.

A few of the younger boys from that ‘Hellfire’ club looked visibly upset as the whispers spread amongst the crowed.

‘Is that true?’

‘Do they really do that?’

It appears that Jason was suggesting all the cult and satanic rumours of the relatively harmless club were true. You knew they played D&D as your next door neighbours kid who you sometimes babysat for would tell you all about his latest adventures and what monsters he killed in the game. It was harmless.

Jason continued to ramble on, causing an uproar. But the leader of the Hellfire Club stood up and yelled in protest.

“It’s a goddamn fantasy game! Requires more brain cells than what chasing after a few balls into a laundry basket does!” Eddie yelled. His response made you laugh.

“What’s that freak?!”

“You heard me you stupid brainless-“

“That’s enough Mr. Munson!” One of the teachers called out. “Please leave the hall and report to Ms O’donalds.”

The crowed ‘oooed’ and laughed. The younger members of the club protested, “He didn’t even do anything! Jason’s the one who started it.”

The teacher only hushed them and proceeded to tell Eddie to leave. He made sure all of his movements were loud and stiff as he made his way through the crowed and off the bleachers.

You saw his lips mumble whispers under his breath. You watched him and took in all the unique things about him. His hair was wild and his jean jacket had stickers, pins and patches that you could barely make out. He had chains dangling from his belt loops and you couldn’t help but look.

Everyone else went back to giving Jason all the attention he desired. Yet you remained glued to the mysteriously understood boy. He walked past you and felt you staring, so he looked up at you and that’s when the whole world turned bright.

You didn’t notice any of the vibrant colours that erupted around you, all you saw were a dark brown eyes.

He stopped walking and the only thing his body could function was a smile.

In that moment, it took all of Eddie’s will to force himself not to run up to you. He always watched you from afar and he tried to catch your eye whenever he could. But you were always looking down reading or scribbling some homework answers.

You gave him a shy smile.

The teacher came up behind him and nudged him to continue his departure from the gymnasium. He may have walked out of the hall but his eyes never left yours.

You were frozen. Torn between wanting to run after him and staying in your seat to not draw attention to yourself. It took you 15 minutes before you gathered up enough courage to leave the gym. No one noticed you leave. Nor did they particularly care about you.

You could feel your heartbeat in your chest, the vibrations all throughout your body. You wondered the hallways, your eyes floating in every direction in hopes to find him. You had no idea what you’d say or do what to even do once you found him.

“Hi there sweetheart.” He called out from behind you making you jump.

“Ah!”

He laughed quietly to himself. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Jesus Christ! Where the hell did you come from?!” You said, breathless as you tried to catch your breath.

“Got a mouth on you I see,” he said, still smiling at you like a puppy dog.

“I swear I looked everywhere and you just popped out of nowhere.”

“Aw, you were looking for me?”

You blushed, “Well yeah… I mean, how could I not?”

He nodded, leaning in closer to you. “So you see the colours too?”

“Yes.” You whispered. “I’m Y/n by the way.”

“I know. I’m Eddie.”

“I know.” You replied.

The two of you stood in silence, smiling hopelessly at each other for what felt like forever. It wasn’t until the rest of the student body started to head to their final period of the day did they two of you notice that time did not in fact stand still.

“Oh, I uh, I gotta go. Have an English essay.” You said, repositioning your backpack.

“Wait for me after school near the back parking lot?” He asked nervously, worried that you didn’t want to be seen with him in front of the others.

You nodded. “Okay.”

You hesitantly walked to your class. Taking your time as you looked at the vibrant world around you. There were colours everywhere; the halls and floors looked dull under the bright green and yellow posters that decorated the halls. Pink and blue streamers floated down from the ceiling.

But nothing beat how the sky looked. You were so mesmerised by it that you failed to complete half your essay.

“Y/n? May I have a word?” You teacher said at the end of class.

“I know Miss, I’m so sorry I have no idea what came over me-“

“I’ll let it go just this once because I know this isn’t your typical work.” She said with an apologetic smile. “I remember my first day of colours too, I think I walked into a street lamp.”

You looked dumbfounded at her, “How did you know?”

She laughed at you, giving you back your relatively empty essay. “You’re smiling at a tree! Here, I’ll give you an extra 20 minutes then I’ll have to grade whatever is on the paper.”

You took it, thanking her. You sped through the essay. You had practiced it word by word religiously for the last few days, so you didn’t need the full 20 minutes. Plus, you were worried that Eddie would think you didn’t want to see him if you made him wait that long.

You handed your teacher back the essay, thanking her again and ran out to the parking lot.

Just as you reached the outside doors, your heart broke when you saw Eddie looking sad besides a bet up brown van. He thought you had left. That you didn’t want to acknowledge the “freak” was your soulmate.

“Eddie!” You called out to him, almost tripping on your own feet. “Ah!”

He laughed in disbelief and helped you to your feet. “Had me worried for a while there. Thought you weren’t going to show-“

“-No! I had-“ you were out of breath, hands on your knees trying to recompose yourself. “I had to finish the essay. Mrs. Becker let me finish it after class cause I was too distracted to finish it.”

He smirked at you and you noticed the small dimples that formed on his cheeks.

“What got you so distracted hm?” He asked teasingly.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “What do you think?!”

He laughed. “I think you’re really cute and if I say so, more chaotic then what I am!”

You joined in laughing with him. “I am not chaotic! It’s only because- because of you.”

“Of me?” He asked, slowly moving to grab you by the hands and you felt the electricity spark between you upon contact. The coldness of his rings felt cool against your soft skin. You’d never experience any sensation like it. It made you crave more. “You know, I’m glad it was you.”

“And why’s that?”

“You’re kind. You’re cute when you get into a book so much your tongue goes between your teeth in concentration. You’re clumsy as hell and it’s adorable.” Eddie moved closer to you, your bodies almost fully touching.

“Sounds like you’ve been stalking me.” You joked.

He shrugged and looked down embarrassingly. “Can’t really blame me, just naturally felt drawn to you like a magnet.”

“I always looked at you too,” you admitted. “Although, that’s purely because you’re loud as hell when you try to outsmart Jason.”

He gasped, hand clutching his chest. “Not because I was pretty?!”

“Maybe a little…” you whispered under your breath.

“Sorry. What was that? Didn’t quite hear you…” he nudged you, pulling you fully into his embrace now.

“Maybe a little bit because you’re cute.”

“I know.” He laughed, his hands cupping your face. You were both observing each other’s faces, the way your lips parted and how his cheeks flushed. “Can I kiss you?”

You suddenly grew nervous and he could tell instantly.

“Unless it’s too soon. It’s totally too soon. Fuck, forget I said anything. We’ll start fresh and I’ll even take you on a date first. Fuck-“

You cut him off by placing a quick kiss on his rough lips. You knew you weren’t ready to have a full blown make out with him yet, but that split second your lips touched already felt like heaven on earth.

You pulled back almost as quick as you leaned in. And once again you were met with the first colour you ever saw, the darkest shade of brown.

He was flustered and embarrassed that an act so quick could get him this flustered.

“I’d love that.” You said.

He looked at you blankly, “Uh, what?”

You laughed, realising the effect you had on him. “A date. You know, get to know each other… maybe get dinner.”

He nodded, his head still cloudy and he tried his best remember each word you said. “Yes. Absolutely.”

Lost in his big brown eyes, you knew that the rest of the world was waiting to be explored. And he would be there with you along the way.

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A/N: oh my god I loved writing this. I got inspired after seeing a TikTok with a similar soulmate AU with Steve and I just had to write one for Eddie!

Hope you enjoyed the light fluff ❤️

Also I’m Australian. So my “colour” has a ‘u’, deal with it.

Eddie Munson Taglist:

@fentyreligion @littlelunarfox @coconutchumby @eempxth @superflannel @fluffycookies22 @yearwalker96 @magicalchocolatecheesecake @grungegrrrl @m1rkw00dpr1ncess

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson fluff

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Unexpected Cohabitation a JonDami fic

Title: Unexpected Cohabitation

Main Characters: Jonathan Kent and Damian Wayne (some of the others show up too, the list is too long)

Eventual relationship: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne (my fave)

Stuff to know: No capes, reverse robins, high school AU, no smut, no Brucie Wayne, I know nothing about sports but it will show up, (aaand I think that's it, will add more if it comes up)

Word Count: 1,272

[Here's my table of contents]

Part 2 - Chapter 8

“This is Bat-Cow,” Damian said, patting a brown and white cow, “she’s a cow and gives milk.” “I know what a cow is, Damian.” Jon said exasperated. “My Dad’s Ma and Pa own a farm in Kansas.” After having tea in Damian’s balcony the boys had left the Mansion passing the kitchen where they saw Alfred prepping dinner. They were joined by a massive black dog named Titus as they walked past a small vegetable garden and through a wooden door attached to an old stone fence covered in vines. They continued walking through a grove of trees that, surprisingly, hid a barn surrounded by a fence. When they arrived a cow had gone up to the fence to greet them. “Why is it named Bat-Cow?” Jon asked looking around at the large fenced area. The barn was painted in dark muted colors so that it wouldn’t stand out and its doors were left open. Titus gave the cow its greetings, hopped the fence and disappeared into the barn. “Richard name her,” Damian sighed, “on account of the bat shaped spot on her face.” Jon could see it now, nodding he was about to ask why he had a cow when a white horse left the barn and galloped towards them. It stopped, neighing at Damian who petted it and took out a sugar cube from his pocket to feed it. It watched Jon wearily from the corner of its eye. “This is-“ “Let me guess Bat-Horse.” “No,” Damian responded, unamused, “her name is Lady. Jason named her.” “Why exactly am I here?” Jon asked after a pause. “It is time to bring them in.” Damian opened the gate the path had led them to, indicating Jon to follow. “You’ll be helping me muck out the stalls every morning.” “What! You’re rich, don’t you have someone else that can do that?”

Jon’s yell startled the horse causing it to buck and run into the barn. Damian glared at him and ran into the barn. Jon stood there for a second feeling bad for scaring the horse and cautiously approached the barn doors to look in. Damian was rubbing Lady’s neck, murmuring something to her. Light from the open windows shone in, casting golden rays on both Lady and Damian. It felt other worldly like an elf taming a unicorn. Damian’s ministrations seemed to soothe her and she calmed pretty quickly. Jon wasn’t sure what came over him but he took a picture of the intimate moment. He nearly dropped his phone when Bat-Cow mooed right behind him. “Oh, sorry!” Jon stepped out of the cow’s way as she plodded into her stall and laid down on a bed of clean hay. “These two are rescues.” Damian walked Lady to her stall and closed it. “Father’s condition for me to keep them was that I would be responsible for their well being.” Damian looked at Jon seriously, “I gave him my word.” There it was again, Damian’s intense stare and combined with his low voice it made something flutter in Jon’s stomach. He didn’t like the sensation, not one bit. Jon looked away gripping the hem of his shirt. His eyes wandered around the barn, trying to avoid staring at Damian and he yelped from seeing a pair of blue eyes staring down at him from the loft. Damian’s attention snapped towards him and followed Jon’s gaze. “Richard?” Damian called, looking up. The top of a black head vanished with a giggle and Jon heard soft padding from above. With a spray of hay and a yelled “catch me” a small body vaulted from the edge of the loft, flipping mid air, arms extended, a small stuffed elephant clutched in one hand. Jon felt his stomach drop, unsure if he should rush to catch the boy, but Damian took a couple steps back and expertly caught him. “Tt, I’ve asked you not to do that!” Damian admonished. “You can get seriously hurt.” “But, I didn’t get hurt!” Dick laughed hugging Damian around the neck, his hair was covered in hay and his clothes were rumpled and dusty. “Does Alfred know you were out here?” Damian glared at the boy. “What were you even doing up there?” “He knows I’ve been outside,” Dick hugged the stuffed elephant close and mumbled, “the hay reminds me of Zitka…” “Make sure to let someone know when you come out here.” Damian sighed, putting Dick down so he could stand on his own. Dick nodded and then abruptly turned to Jon smiling. He grabbed Jon’s hand pulling him out of the barn. Damian followed double checking the stalls, Titus close behind them. The sun had started to set causing shadows to elongate. Dick didn’t stop pulling until they were close to the gate, he then turned back to Jon with a mischievous grin. “I saw you.” He sang. “Saw what?” Jon stared at him puzzled. “You took a picture.” Dick continued to sing song. “He’s not gonna like that.” “Wait-“ Jon started. “I’m gonna go wash up!” Dick yelled towards Damian who was locking up the barn.

Damian waved back in affirmation. Jon stood there like an idiot watching Dick run away, Titus barking and chasing him. Damian walked up to him and gave him a strange look. Shrugging, he then poked Jon’s shoulder indicating for him to follow. “You will also be helping me collect eggs and feed the chickens.” He followed Damian to the side of the barn where a large chicken coop stood. The chickens were roosting in their enclosure. Damian walked up to a shed that was built against the coop and took out a baseball glove, a mitt and a baseball. He threw the baseball glove to Jon, who caught it. “Let’s see if you’re any good.” Damian smirked. “Isn’t it almost time for dinner?” Jon just wanted to go back to his designated room, maybe delete the pic he took before it could be used against him. “Tt, too afraid to play? I bet you aren’t any good” Damian challenged. “I’ll wipe that smirk off your face.” Jon gritted through his teeth. Jon took his place at the pitcher’s mound on the makeshift baseball diamond behind the barn. Damian stood in the catcher’s box waiting for him to throw. Jon narrowed his eyes at Damian’s casual stance, did a quick stretch to warm up his shoulders, wound his arm back and threw. The ball slammed into Damian’s mitt, his eyes widening slightly. “You’re passable,” Damian cocked his to the side to stare at Jon in thought, “but your technique could be improved.” Jon watched him wearily as he walked up behind him. “May I?” Jon nodded in response. Damian proceeded to explain a better throwing technique while also moving Jon’s body into step by step positions. His hands were warm through the jeans he was wearing, surprisingly calloused but gentle on his arms and his breath tickled the back of his neck. It was the first time that Jon was aware of Damian being a couple inches shorter than him. He took his instruction as seriously as he had that time in art class and Jon felt the strange fluttering in his stomach return. He tried to stamp it down by focusing on pitching. They continued playing even after the sun had gone down and Damian turned the outside barn lights on. A few minutes afterward Bruce came by to fetch them for dinner. The day had been busy and Jon fell asleep that night fairly quickly despite being in a foreign room. He dreamt of the color green and fast pitches.

Writing is hard guys.

I'm trying to improve, but not sure if I'm succeeding.

Still having fun though and I hope you are enjoying reading this as much as I am enjoying writing it! :D

#damian wayne #damian al ghul #jon kent #jon #jon samuel kent #jonathan samuel kent #jonathan kent #damian and jon #jondami #damijon #super sons #dick grayson #batcow #no capes #no capes au #high school au #jonathan crane #fanfic #fanfiction #first time writing #Damian Wayne rescues any animal he can #They finally play some ball #writing is hard

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unnecessarily specific college!au f1 driver headcanons, part 3. professors edition!

(if you want to start from the beginning: part 1, the undergrads, here and part 2, more undergrad headcanons.)

alonso

- major: archaeology (never graduated)

- left school in the final year to be a skydiving instructor and then went on a site dig in Central America in the early 2000s

- there’s a plaque with his name on campus because he’s climbed like 4 of the world’s highest mountains, gone in a submarine into the Mariana Trench, and discovered at least one new species along the way

- other claim to fame is being in the national newspaper’s crossword at the age of 23

- notorious for breaking the rules when on expeditions and skirting the line of safety but gets away with it because he’s a big name in the field and brings investment to his (sort of) alma mater

- appears once on campus to give an inspirational talk. doesn’t rehearse, switches it to a q&a format at the last minute, people enjoy it anyway (because it’s not rehearsed). George tries to strike up a conversation with him afterwards and Alonso just pawns him off to his PA

- wears a different coloured bandana to every dig/hike/expedition. hates closed toe shoes.

vettel

- teaches: molecular structures in microbiology

- precise prof and a tough grader, but nice

- came over a competing college several years ago. people from that college say he was a demon and a notorious asshole when he taught there, but he doesn’t seem that way now.

- lando starts a betting pool about when Vettel will have a proper meltdown (it happens not when lando suspends the prof’s hole punch in a cube of jelly. it actually happens when charles and him cannot see eye-to-eye about the future of ocean conservation)

- wears ties with animals and insects on them. his favourite one is a gift from charles when charles graduates, it has bumblebees and his initials SV on it.

- alex digs up an article one day and everyone gawks at it because prof seb won some cross-continent European woodworking competition when he was 15

- nobody knows if he’s dating anyone, only to find out on the last week of second year that he’d eloped

hamilton

- teaches: philosophy of ethical economics

- has done several ted talks and is often invited to international forums with world leaders (like the WEF, Bloomberg Sustainable Investment Forum etc)

- there’s a student GC trying to predict what his hairstyles will be like every month, usually with 50% accuracy

- one of the first profs to pioneer public access to the private university via open university modules; definitely has a tie up going on with EdX or similar

- people think max will be the one to piss him off in seminars but it’s actually george who has deeply different opinions to prof hamilton on the issues of land tax

- famous for his induction / opening year classes which involve all students standing on their chairs in a circle and chanting an invocation until they can state the colours of their auras. it’s bizarre and somehow it works

- his TAs are the coolest people ever

- somehow fits a 36 hour day into 24 hours

- his spotify wrapped includes the hamilton soundtrack, britney, 90s rap, and Tibetan gong soundscapes on his 10 most listened of the year

- his favourite word is mobius. only him and nico know that this used to be their safeword.

rosberg

- taught: political economy

- former prof who went into industry and is now a venture capitalist

- used to be super close friends (“close” “friends”) with Hamilton. they went to the same prep school, rushed at the same finals club, were famous via the university debate team for their immaculate takedowns of other teams including a legendary debate final in their late 2000s student years

- had a massive falling out when rosberg decided to pursue a career instead of staying in academia

- feels a deep connection to andrew garfield’s portrayal of eduardo saverin

- similar to carla, dad’s name is also on a lecture hall, but nico had much more of an inferiority complex about it

- prof wolff once told him “i don’t see your future here ever surpassing prof hamilton’s”. Nico rage-quit once he had an offer from a VC firm and now Nico spends every other media interview subtly making digs about this

- somehow still lives in the same apartment complex as lewis though he drives a much better car now (a benz GTC roadster)

#f1 rpf #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #lewis hamilton #nico rosberg #sebastian vettel #fernando alonso #brocedes #yes i spent too long thinking about this #but what else is tumblr for #wisteriahcs

[shyphonics]

Salad Days Chapter 4: When Archeologists Dig This Up, They'll Either Laugh or Cry

(babypunk!Rodrick Heffley x reader)

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

also, please take my favorite live performance of rise above by Black Flag as a companion piece

Hey!

I do not like you college brat

I do not like you and your frat

I do not like you at the shore

I do not like you drunk on coors

I do not like your average life

I hope you do not take a wife

I hope you don’t decide to breed

Cause that’s one thing I do not need

~

Well, they did it. They’ve got a van full of booze, and a sense of self satisfaction.

It had taken a while to fit everything in, and the guy at the pickup spot hadn’t been very nice, but they did it.

Mike seems more calm when they show up to The Strike, happy to see them, even.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, you giraffe of a man!” He pulls Rodrick into a hug, heartily patting him on the back. Rodrick does kind of feel like a giraffe, Mike only comes up to the middle of his chest.

“Hey, if there’s anything else you need, just let us know!” Rodrick gives him a smile.

He grabs a box of bottles and heads through the back door of the bar. The guys work like ants; grab a case, march to the walk in, march back. They’re done in no time. He wonders if the delivery center is hiring, because that was easy.

Mike shoves a bundle of money into his hands, and gives him another pat on the back.

“She was right about you.”

“Huh?”

“You’ve got the spirit,” he smiles, “like a young Henry Rollins, slingin’ ice cream. See you tomorrow. Show up at 5 PM, load in here. Got it?”

“Got it,” Rodrick nods.

The spirit. He has no idea what that means, but he’s grateful for the sentiment. Especially if you’d said something nice about him… he finally has ammo to tease you back.

Mike disappears into the back of the bar, and the guys regroup to count their unexpected pay.

“Dude, he gave us a hundred dollars!” Chris says, shocked.

They recount again and again, coming to one hundred every time. They can’t believe it, and they speed away from the bar with the radio turned all the way up.

The rest of their day is spent planning. They craft the perfect setlist, they find their tightest jeans, they even find time to learn a surprise cover song. It's one he'd heard on your radio shift, and it's been stuck in his head all day.

Everything has to be perfect.

Rodrick is sure everything is gonna be perfect.

~

It’s only 5:30 by the time they’re done setting up, and they find themselves just standing in front of the stage, awestruck.

It’s not huge by any means, but it’s high off the ground and covered in lights. There’s a full PA system, and even a pole to hang their homemade bedsheet flag from.

The bar is empty, except for a guy in the sound booth, Jimbo by the door, and two bartenders prepping. Rodrick doesn’t see you, and immediately gets a pang of sadness.

“Hey,” he starts, leaning on the bar.

“We can’t serve yet, sorry.” A girl with tight blonde curls shuts him down.

“Oh, no, I was gonna ask… where’s the other girl that works here?”

She thinks for a moment, then makes a face of realization.

“Oh, she’s not working tonight. She’s headlining.”

Rodrick’s eyes go wide. Headlining? You? His mind is blown.

The bartender goes back to prepping without giving him a second thought. Rodrick walks back to the stage, zombie-like, deep in thought.

Now they really have to be perfect.

A few people have come in through the back, and they’re setting up portable tables along a wall.

“You guys need one?” A girl with tall, spiked hair asks.

They look at each other. Merch. Duh. They're pretty sure they have an unorganized cardboard box of t-shirts and buttons in the van. Ward had spent all his high school graduation cash on some real ones from a print shop.

Ben and Chris wedge the table out from between two vending machines, and Rodrick digs the box out of the van. It’s not a very impressive setup, but they’re pretty happy with themselves.

The doors open at 7, and it doesn’t take long for the place to fill up. Mike comes by and gives each of the guys three little paper tickets, like you’d get at an arcade.

“Beer tickets,” he says, before they can ask, “one of these gets you anything canned or bottled. Be nice to the bartenders, please.”

Ward and Ben high five and head straight to the bar, Chris heads to the bathroom, and Rodrick does a full scan of the area by the stage. Where are you? He needs to make fun of you for being nice to him, dammit.

Ward and Ben get back, looking a little shaken up.

“Rodrick, hey, do you want us to get you a beer?” Ben chuckles nervously.

“Nah, I can get it myself,” Rodrick starts to walk towards the front.

“No, no,” Ward puts a hand on his shoulder.

“You should really let us get you one!” Ben makes urgent eye contact.

“Why...?” Rodrick is starting to get freaked out.

“‘Cause we’re buddies!” Ward pats him on the shoulder.

Something is definitely up.

Rodrick pushes past Ward, walking through the tall arch that leads to the bar area. It’s absolutely packed. His heart skips a beat when he sees a flash of golden blonde hair.

Oddly familiar golden blonde hair.

The girl turns around.

No. It can’t be. There’s no way in hell that it’s-

“Heather Hills,” Rodrick whispers, grateful for the loud house music.

She’s sitting at the bar with a large group of people. Some douchebag with a double popped collar has his arm around her. They’re all laughing- the kind of laugh you do at someone. Snotty.

Any attraction he’d had to her has been completely gone for years. He feels a mix of hatred and nausea. They’re at the far end of the bar, by the door, so Rodrick blends in at the other end.

Please don’t look at me.

He gets a beer from the bartender from earlier, making sure to tip as your snarky reminder rings in his head. Also making sure to avoid Natty Light. He turns fast to get back to the stage, and right before he’s through the arch-

“Rodrick? Rodrick Heffley?”

He wheels around. She’s right fucking behind him.

“Oh, hey, what was your name again?” He rolls his eyes.

“Real mature, asshole.” She scoffs, “What are you doing here?”

“Playing a show. What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Aww, you don’t wanna play nice with me?” She drags a finger down his chest. It enrages him.

“No. And you know why?” His voice goes low. He leans down so his face is close to hers, and he’s about to let everything out. Her face is smug, and she raises her eyebrows.

Suddenly, there’s a hand on his back.

“Hey, you’re on in ten. Soundcheck time.” You peer around to see Rodrick's face. He looks pissed. You’re not sure what’s going on, but it’s none of your business. You’re just the messenger.

Rodrick’s eyes bug when he sees you, and his face relaxes a little.

“Um, excuse me, we were talking.” The blonde girl sneers at you.

“You can talk later. We gotta get this shit rollin’.” You don’t wait to see her reaction. You just turn around and head back to the stage.

If you’re honest, it's a little disappointing seeing Rodrick with, you assume, his very pretty girlfriend. It makes sense though. He's a nice looking guy. Your official assessment is toxic on-again, off-again high school sweethearts. Oh, well.

Just keep walking. Stay on schedule. Five bands, twenty minute sets, ten minutes for stage change. You repeat it in your head like a mantra.

Heather’s mouth is hanging open. Rodrick winces.

“Gotta go,”

He practically runs to the stage.

They’ve never done a real soundcheck before, and it’s kind of an intimidating process. The sound engineer is very no nonsense. Rodrick checks his drums one by one. Then bass, guitars, mics. Each adjustment is barely noticeable to them, and they end up just giving a thumbs up every time the engineer asks a question. Finally, they run through the whole chorus of a song to hear everything together. By that point, the dance floor is almost entirely full.

Rodrick takes a deep breath, scanning for Heather. He hopes she just left.

They've come a long way since their high school days, no longer unpracticed wannabes. Their sound has become pretty good, if they say so themselves. Tonight's only adjustment is to play faster.

The sound guy points at them, and Ben clears his throat.

“We… are Löded Diper!”

The chatting in the crowd subsides, and falls silent.

Rodrick hears snickering, and a voice saying oh my god, that IS him!

He panics, and right when the tension is almost too much to bear, a loud WOOOOOOOO comes from the very front. He looks and sees you, trying to rile up the crowd. It seems to be working. Other people are giving half-hearted cheers, which is something at least.

“That's more like it!” Ben yells, and they launch into their first song.

They only have a five song set, so everything has to count. Ben’s wails are powerful, he's really embodying a frontman. Chris is whipping his hair around, and Ward is the true picture of a bassist. Strong, still, and holding it all together.

Rodrick is hyper-focused on keeping the rhythm. And maybe showing off, just a little bit. He puts his whole body into hitting the drums, his mouth pulled into a tight “o”.

You have a perfect view from the front row, and what a view it is.

He's killing it. So focused and steady, but it looks like he's having fun. He leans into the mic to sing backup, and you get a flash of his sharp canines. You can see the muscles in his arms clenching, and the front of his hair is wet with sweat.

You feel your face getting hot, and you're reluctant to admit it's not just from the packed room. You’re suddenly faced with the very real possibility that you're very attracted to him.

He gives you a huge grin and a wink between songs, and it's no longer just a possibility. Fuck.

Blasts of air from his bass drum cool your face down, and you stare at him a little closer, analyzing.

You've been infantilising him a little bit, you'll admit it.

Kid. Cute. Baby boy.

Although you’re pretty sure the two of you are the same age, he just comes off like a teenager. You couldn’t help but haze him a little bit, especially after he just wandered into the bar with no plan. He’s really proving himself right now.

The crowd is going crazy. You’re holding yourself up on the edge of the stage, but behind you, a sizable pit has opened up. People are loving them.

“We have one more!” Ben shouts. People are screaming.

“We learned it just for you!” Rodrick yells. There’s something snarky about his tone. You like it.

You recognize the song immediately. Their rendition is just a little clunky, but it works. You can't help but smile, and wonder if Rodrick somehow heard your radio shift last night.

It's such a good choice for a first show. Perfect, really. It's like they're saying, we're here, fuckers.

You let the crowd swallow you up as you sing along.

Society's arms of control

(Rise above, we're gonna rise above!)

They think they're smart, can't think for themselves

(Rise above, we're gonna rise above!)

Laugh at us behind our backs

(Rise above, we're gonna rise above!)

I find satisfaction in what they lack

(Rise above, we're gonna rise above!)

We! Are Tired!

Of your! Abuse!

Try to stop us!

But it’s! No use!

The aftermath of their set is chaos. Good chaos, but chaos. They tear down their gear and load up the van. On their way back in, people are yelling and patting their shoulders as they walk by.

Hell yeah, dude!

Good set, bro!

It feels good.

A small crowd has formed at their merch table. Chris takes on the task of handling the sales, and before they know it, their box is nearly half gone. They hadn't expected that.

Another unexpected side effect of playing a good set: booze.

Once the merch crowd is gone, old rocker types materialize, holding out shot glasses and cans. One guy hands Rodrick a shot of something that burns, and puts a heavy arm around his shoulder. He starts up a conversation about drumming, which is really more like a monologue.

You were great out there, man. Who's your favorite? Like, who's your guy? It's Lars for me, bro, 100%. I saw Metallica in ‘88, bro. Busted a knee in the pit, and now I can’t play a double pedal no more. Where'd you learn to play like that? You could play like Hellhammer with those arms. Fuckin’ rock on, brother. Oh, hey, sorry, I was supposed to give you this lime to help with the tequila...

Rodrick’s head swims as the guy babbles, nodding his head like he's listening.

“Thank you,” he finally sighs out. He’s exhausted from just listening to the guy. He pops the lime in his mouth, and it does help quite a bit.

People just keep coming with shots, and beers, and stories, and the guys end up piss drunk before the second band is done setting up.

Rodrick smiles and looks around. He's having fun. They did what they came to do, and people actually liked it. The rest of the guys are making conversation with the other bands. Heather and whoever else had been laughing at him are nowhere to be seen, and he's happy.

Even happier when you appear in front of the table.

“Heyyy!” He yells, giving you a singular finger gun, his other hand occupied with a beer can.

You take one look at his half lidded eyes and lazy smile, and realize he's wasted.

“Are you drunk?” You cackle, “It's not even 8:30!”

He turns, and spits a sucked-dry lime slice into the trash can next to him.

“Shut up! You're drunk!” Rodrick points at you, smile still wide.

“Oh, man. You're gone. Your girlfriend is gonna be pissed!” You laugh.

The drunk-happy look fades from his face.

“My huh?”

“That girl you were talking to you. Girlfriend, right?”

“No fucking way!” he bursts out laughing, “She’s a rich, stuck-up asshole! She's an evil witch from hell!” He downs the rest of his beer.

“Harsh, but I believe you.”

Well, that settles that.

You wonder if Rodrick has ever been this drunk in his life. He doesn't seem like he knows how to handle it, but he seems to be having a good time, at least.

“Hey. You did really, really good. You killed it. I mean it.” You lean on the merch table and smile up at him.

Rodrick’s eyes are sparkling, and his smile is somehow bigger than before.

“You liked us?”

“I loved you guys. Everyone did. They're totally gonna have you back.”

He looks like he might cry.

"Hey, don't I get a shirt? Wasn't that part of our deal?"

Rodrick thinks hard, finally remembering.

"Oh yeah!" He shouts.

He ducks down under the table and rifles through a big box. You lean over and tell him your size. He looks deeply focused.

He finally resurfaces, and holds up the shirt, triumphantly. You take it and sling it over your arm.

"Thanks," you smile, "I'll wear it all the time."

He beams.

You hold out your hand, and he hesitates for a second before grabbing it.

“You wanna come stand with me? The next band is up.”

Rodrick’s heart soars.

You lead him to the middle of the crowd, where three other people are gathered, talking.

“This is my band: Maureen, Jessica, and Eddie.”

Rodrick is seeing double at this point, but he smiles and waves. He thinks he sees a girl with ridiculously long black hair, a girl with very short green hair, and a guy with little round glasses.

“Good set,” the guy gives him a fist bump.

Before they can talk any more, a microphone squeals. Everyone in the crowd is at attention. Rodrick blinks to try and focus in on the stage; the next band has set up a giant, inflatable palm tree and some yard flamingos. They're all dressed for the pool, it seems like. Big, bright board shorts and floaties. The singer is barefoot, and has a megaphone in hand.

“May I have your attention please, may I have your attention please,” his distorted voice comes through the megaphone, “The president of the United States is an insect! All your lives are a lie!”

The next few minutes are a blur of sound and color. Rodrick can’t process anything that’s happening in front of him. The music is weird, but good. Messy. The words don’t make any sense. His body is starting to sway uncontrollably, and he’s worried he might topple over.

His shoulder bumps yours, and you look up. He doesn’t look so good. You grab his hand again and lead him out of the crowd, all the way to the front patio, stopping to grab a water on the way.

Cool air hits Rodrick’s face, and he feels at ease. You help him into a low metal chair, and he stares up at you, helplessly.

“Are you good?” You push his hair up, away from his forehead, and hand him the cup of water.

“That was a lot,” he breathes, dazed.

“Chug that water, you’ll feel better,” you lean on the railing next to his chair, “and no more booze, big boy.”

“I thought I was baby boy,” Rodrick slurs, smirking.

“I think you’ve transcended that term,” you laugh, “unless you want to be baby boy.”

“What if I do?”

“You’re so weird,” you give his chair a little kick.

He sticks out his arm to catch your leg, and chugs the whole water in one go.

He lifts your leg a little higher, slinging it over his shoulder. You’re speechless. That’s pretty smooth.

"You said something nice about me," he slurs in a sing-song voice, "Mike told me."

"Oh yeah? What did I say?"

Rodrick thinks hard. What was it again?

"Something about... spirits? And ice cream."

"Okay, buddy." You shush him, "Just take some deep breaths."

It’s kinda nice, just sitting with him in silence. The last bit of daylight is leaving, and everything is shrouded in a faint blue.

“I think I like you,” he says quietly, not looking at you.

“I think you’re drunk. Get back to me in an hour.”

“Can I like you in an hour?” He holds your leg a little tighter.

“Go nuts,” you chuckle.

You don’t move your leg, though.

You sit together until the set ends, and people start to file out onto the patio.

“You wanna go back in? Your friends are probably worried.” You bounce your leg a little to get his attention.

“Yeah. I have to pee so bad.”

Another trans-am’s wrapped itself around a telephone pole

“I ain't drunk, officer, I just fell getting out of my car.”

Don't worry about it, son. We were that way when we were young!

You've got all the skills to make a damn good business man!

~

Rodrick stares at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, breathing deep. He feels a lot better after some fresh air and the longest piss of his life.

A stall door opens, and a familiar face shows up next to his.

“Heffley? Shit, that really is you.”

Bryan Kent is a bonafide asshole with a football scholarship, who'd made Rodrick’s life a living hell back home. He really doesn't feel like reconnecting right now.

“Yep. It's me.”

Rodrick turns to leave, but Bryan blocks the door.

“You're not even gonna say hi, diner dork?”

“Fuck off, Bryan. I'm not in the mood.”

Bryan pushes him, and Rodrick feels all that old rage bubbling up. He's still a little wobbly on his feet.

“Did the cops ever catch you for what you did?” Bryan takes a step towards Rodrick. He feels all the blood leave his face.

“Actually, one of my buddies from back home just passed police academy. You wanna come back to our table and put in a little confession?”

“Fuck off,” he pushes Bryan back hard, sending him right into the door.

You're waiting outside the bathroom, and starting to get just a little worried. One of Rodrick’s bandmates- Ward, you're pretty sure- is still by their merch table.

“Hey,” you smile at him, “Rodrick went into the bathroom kind of a long time ago. He was pretty wrecked, and I'm starting to get worried. Could you…?”

Ward is around the table before you can even finish your sentence.

“Don't worry, I got him.”

As Ward opens the bathroom door, another guy walks out, laughing.

“What the fuck?” Ward yells.

You come up behind him and see Rodrick, lying on the floor, face bloody. Your mouth twists into a sneer. Fucking frat boys.

You march to the front of the bar, and lean in towards Jimbo’s ear.

“Him. Out.” You point at the offender, who's still flexing his busted knuckles like a jackass. Like it's something to show off.

“Had a feeling.” Jimbo sighs, standing up.

Rodrick’s head is pounding.

He opens his eyes to see Ward, looking devastated.

“Dude, what happened? Can you get up?”

“Fucking… Bryan Kent,” he coughs out.

Ward helps him to his feet and hands him a bundle of paper towels. Rodrick dabs at his bloody nose and lip in the mirror.

Of course. Of fucking course one of those assholes would show up tonight, of all nights.

He takes a few moments to just stand there and recover.

“That was fucked up.” Ward breaks the silence.

Rodrick just nods.

They emerge from the bathroom and there's what looks to be a full on brawl at the front of the bar. Rodrick sees you walking quickly towards him, eyes wide.

“Are you okay? Jeez, look at your lip.”

You bring your hand to his face and take a closer look. It doesn't look like he needs stitches or anything, but his bottom lip is swollen, with a dark line in the middle. Blood is quickly drying up in one of his nostrils.

Rodrick jumps a little, and suddenly feels a whole lot better under your gentle touch. He gets lost for a second, just looking down at your worried face.

“I shouldn't have let you in there alone, I'm so sorry.” You murmur.

He smiles, but a yell from up front brings him back to reality.

“It’s cool, I'm fine. What's going on up there?”

“Well, we asked your... acquaintance to leave, and he didn't want to. And he's got friends.”

“Should we go up and help?” Ward clenches his fist, smiling slightly.

Rodrick’s other bandmates have joined the circle.

“I'd stay out of it, they've got it.”

You all observe as Jimbo drags Bryan out the front door by his ear. A second drunken dickhead is yelling I'm a police officer! Get off me! as a second, equally huge guy hauls him off.

Rodrick notices Heather following them out, rolling her eyes.

“Are we all good?” Someone from the stage asks into a microphone.

Oh yeah, there's still a show going on.

You all shrug, and head into the crowd together.

You take Rodrick's hand again, and give it a little squeeze. He turns to look at you, and smiles.

"Are you really okay?" You yell over the music.

"I'm really okay." He squeezes your hand back.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

#sorry if this is too long lmao #im having fun #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley fanfic #doawk rodrick #Spotify

[nimnomdimsum]

Strawberry Jam

The context of this is that a girl named Millie from the city got stuck on the side of the road and a guy named Ben (hot sexy farmer) helped drive her to his town to the mechanic (also super hot sexy) they spend a few day together and now they making jam cuz Ben grows strawberries

"You pour the hot water into the jars so they don't break when u put in the jam," he said in a grumpy but matter of fact tone.

"I know."

He looked at me strangely, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes "What do you mean you know?"

"I used to make jam with my ma when I was younger"

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning back to stirring the strawberry jam "So yer one of those city girls."

I squinted and tilted my head to the side "What city girls?"

"The rich kind that had a garden in their backyard and 'farmed for a hobby'  the irritatin' ones"

Not feeling necessarily offended but more wronged, I huffed and said "that's mighty rude assuming I was a rich girl that had  expensive hobbies. Not that there's anything wrong with having a cute little hobby like making jam."

He looked back at me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk "You sayin I'm wrong?"

"I don't like sounding cliché, but yes, my family and I weren't dying of poverty but we sure weren't rich."

"Livin in the city? You were middle class at least "

"I didn't grow up in the city"

"Then where did u grow up, here?" He asked sarcastically.

"I grew up 3 towns away, about 50 miles from the town"

He paused his stirring, his eyes grew wide and he turned to me "You grew up in Yanner? The town of dust?"

"Yup, grumpiest people you'd ever meet", I said with a smile

"Then why you and yer family in the city, no one ever leaves yanner"

"Like I said, we weren't dying and I was smart kid. I got scholarships and my pa was the only farm that had kinda decent soil to farm"

"Fuck, millie, I didn't even grow up that fuckin poor. What school did you go to?"

"The one here actually, It wasn't fun" I smiled

He looked puzzled, does that mean they went to the same school? "why did you hate it, the kids too posh" he said dryly

I giggled " Nah, it was the drive here and back. Spent most of my day in those buses. Woke up at 4 am to get to school and got home at 6pm. Just in time to make and pack jam with my ma"

"School started at 8 and ended at 2, you tellin me you spent 8 hours a day just on a fuckin bus and u still went to school and did ya chores at home???"

"Yup! It was ok tho, got most of my homework and studying done on those buses. So I had a lot of free time when I got home and over the week ends"

"What did u even do on the weekends? Sleep?"

I chuckled "I wish. I was helping my ma sell the jam at this cute little tea shop in town. Ah I fucking loved making jam with my ma, she preped the fruit, I cooked and jarred them"

"Sounds to me u did all the work" he said a bit annoyed that my mom didn't do more with me.

"It was the deal tho, if I didn't want to help pick, clean, cut and peel the fruit, I'd have to make and jar the jam myself. I hated prep"

He shook his head with a smile on his face, of course she hates prep, the lazy shit. "You said u went to the school nearby? How old are u? I never saw u around."

"I didn't see u either, maybe you graduated before me. We also hung out with very different ppl. You probably would have bullied me, heh"

He didn't say anything for a while, he was a pretty shitty kid "I'm 25, the class of 2023"

My eyes when wide "no fucking ways. You're a lying shit"

"What, why tf am I a lying shit!?" He said annoyed.

I laughed hysterically "how tf am I 3 years older than u. I was the class of 2020"

It was his turn to looked shocked "THERES NO FUCKIN WAY YER 28, YER LITERALLY STILL IN SCHOOL "

"Yes fucking way. I've been studying for 5 years dude, i just dropped out fer a while cuz I developed a stress disorder so I looked after my family and worked for a mechanic in town."

"Who? There's only 3 mechanics in this area and my best friends one of them." He said like I just told him the most unbelievable thing in the world.

I rolled my eyes,"It wasn't Jackie, it was Mike, he was fine as fuck."

"Gross, don't be thinkin nasty things while talkin to me." He said a little upset but definitely grossed out.

"What? Can't a girl appreciate a guy's  good looks"

"Not when it's u Millie, I can practically see what u thinkin and it could make a sailor blush"

"Someones blushing alright" I smirked looking at ben's red ears.He scoffed , turning back to the jam. He was clearly embarrassed and annoyed, and decided to ignore me.

I didn't mind though, the silence was nice. It allowed me to look at the house more. It was quite big since it housed 2 other men, Jackie and Grant, they were sweet fellas and kind enough to let me stay here until Jackie fixed my car.

I hopped off the counter and walked towards Ben, he took notice of this but ignored me so I got closer til my chin rested on his shoulder.

"Can ya back off a lil, I'm tryna bottle this hot shit and I don't wanna spill", he said a little disgruntled

"Nah, you’re fine, plus if ya burn yourself I'll kiss it better,"  I said with a chuckle, a joke to lighten the old grump but instead of rolling his eyes or pushing me off, he froze and looked at me with wide eyes and his ears a bright red and looked back to the jam he was pouring into a jar. He slowly tilted further and further from the jar and closer to his hand, my eyes went wide and I pulled  his hand away "WAIT! I was joking, if you wanted a kiss, could've just asked"

He burnt even redder now, turning his head as far away from me as possible, under his breath he mumbled and 'oh' and I laughed. I turned his head to face to face me and tried to stare into his eyes but he averted contact, clearly very embarrassed. I giggled again and kissed his bottom lip since I was too short to reach his full mouth.

That got his attention since he gasped and looked at me with wide eyes, now his whole face was red, from his ears to his neck and probably lower, "Do you want me to do it again?"

"Yes”

Heyyyy…so this is kinda embarrassing but I wanted my bbg koi to judge it cuz this has been in the making for 2 years. HOPE U LIKE MWAH MHWA

Part 2

#cowboy #oc #strawberry jam #romance #random #quick write #kinda embarrassed but that Megumi fic is taking to long #cute #fluff #self indulgent #cringe

[a-girl-named-angel]

Another Oddball in Class

@scarlxtleaves

It had taken her adoptive grandparents far too long in negotiation with the school factuality to let her participate with her hat on. It even took them pulling strings with a few frequent customers of their restaurant (who were doctors) to help provide a notice that she had an “embarrassing condition” she didn’t wish to expose to the public and cause humiliation among classmates. Thankfully, they worked and she was allowed in.

Even with this, Angel couldn’t help but worry about the idea of entering a high school.

“Come now little Angel.” Her grandma said calmly as the two prepped ingredients for the next day as their “young assistant” wouldn’t be there the next day. “You’ll be allowed your hat and we have that skirt that covers your tail. The only thing you need to worry about is keeping up with your grades. Besides, you need to socialize with kids your age.”

“You mean normal human kids…” Angel muttered as she set aside the minced mushrooms she cut aside in a bowl.

“You know that’s not what I mean.” Her elder replied. “Everyone here is different. We have that nice couple who are beast people come once a week and they’re treated just the same as any other person…” She stopped her prepping and turned to her nervous child. Putting her hand on her shoulders to bring her down to her level.

“I know it’s scary. All change usually is. Your Pa-Pa and I were quite scared when we first saw you when you fell from the sky. But we then realized we were given a chance we never took when we were younger. Maybe you’ll find something that will forever change your life when you get there.” She said before giving a parental kiss on her forehead. “It’ll be just fine, now go get ready for bed. Pa-pa and I can finish the rest.”

“Are you sure?” Angel asked, but she was reassuringly shooed off and went to bed a bit more confident then before.

~The Next Morning~

With a double check of her outfit for any reveling spots, and of her book-satchel for any missing supplies. Angel walked out the door after a quick breakfast and goodbye to her grandparents. It was a new day, and she felt much better. The sun was out and a gentle breeze blew by as she made her way to Orange Star High.

She got a few odd looks from passing schoolmates, but she had to assume it was from her being new. After a quick trip to the office, she was in her first class. Of course the class had to look full. Not to mention all the eyes looking at her.

“You must be the new student I was told about.” Observed the teacher. With a little nod of reply, he shrugged and pointed to a row in the distance. “Your seat is over there. Please settle in quickly.” And with that she did so. But that didn’t mean the awkwardness didn’t end.

“Look at Miss. Exception” One whispered

“Probably has a gross condition underneath.” It continued and seemed relentless. Even when she tried to hide her abnormalities, it wouldn’t work. But the bell soon rang and the room was quiet.

#verse: dbz #i hope you like it

[preparesources]

#pa school prep #PA #Pre-PA #CASPA #PA School #physician associate #physician assistant #PA-S #PA School Interview #PA School Prep #Pre-Med #Pre-Nursing

[silverloreley]

Patching holes in Descendants lore - Auradon Prep’s foundation

I’ve had a stray thought about Descendants. Well, not really a stray thought, I mean, it started from the Pocketwatch nonsense (they’ll have to explain me how is it that Charming, Aladdin and Jasmine are the same age as Maleficent who should be the same age as Leah, and how is it that there’s a teen Hades who is a god and his story should have started ages before??? Whatever, Pocketwatch isn’t canon anyway) and the Merlin school (?!?!), which brought me to think about the Princess Academy (you know, as in the fan webseries on YouTube).

Now, in Princess Academy it’s implied the princesses reunited in there to share knowledge and learn how to be actual princesses. The presence of Giselle seems to imply that was a time after she and Edward met where she was sent to the PA to learn stuff before her marriage, which totally makes sense... or it would if they actually learned State welfare, advanced economics, diplomacy and stuff.

Which led me to think of Auradon Prep. Canon says Auradon Prep was instituted by King Beast, and that Adam and Belle married when he was 28, 7 years after his curse was broken. It’s reasonable to think that during those 7 years lots of stuff happened. I already talked about the Villains’ Takeover, and the possible war, and the reason the castle was made into a school to begin with, here I want to add a few other things.

It’s reasonable that the princesses (and princes) would need a formal education in ruling. The ones who used to be commoners like Cinderella, Belle and Tiana had no preparation whatsoever, full stop. Born princesses like Snow White, Aurora and Rapunzel were raised in completely different environments than they should have. Ariel, though she is royalty by birth, comes from an underwater realm and knew nothing of human politics, and same goes for Moana, Raya and Kida who had an upbringing that is nothing alike to that of european ruling style, the one Auradon is loosely based on (the fact I think Auradon should be more like the EU than USA factors a lot in this reconstruction). The only ones I can think had a formal education as future rulers are Merida (we see it in canon), Elsa and possibly Anna, Elena (of Avalor), and perhaps Jasmine (provided the Sultan didn’t assume her husband would take over and didn’t bother having her educated in ruling). Some of the princes, like Aladdin, Eugene, Milo, and Kristoff started as commoners so they’d have no such education either and I think some of the born princes may need a refresh on some stuff.

Besides, they’re all pretty young aren’t they? (Save for Milo, I think Milo is the oldest Disney prince since he’s 32. I’d have to check for others, but I’m pretty sure he’s the eldest).

So, the making of a school to help the young rulers of a new nation-alliance makes sense. The name itself is a giveaway, Auradon Prep, short for Preparatory School. It either was made right after the merge of realities (I have another post about this facet) or it could have started as a refuge during the conflict with the Villains: they picked a castle where the Heroes could regroup and train for the final confrontation, and then the castle was converted to a proper school and the training activities became sports (you know, like hunting was a war training exercise for nobles in ancient times). It also makes sense that Adam, who owned that castle, decided to convert it to a school for his allies and later their children.

#disney descendants #descendants #auradon lore

[meenatranslates]

[R] Taichi | Cheerful Festival-goer

I still don't know what happens after death, but it'd be nice if we could spend every day happily and laughing over there! Lead Skill: Divertido Calavera (Funny Skull) Adlib Skill: Colorful Papel Picado

This card is from the scout of the event Day of the Marigold.

Translation under the cut

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Handmade Papel Picado - Part 1

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*Director's default name as Izumi

―Veludo Way (Evening)―

Taichi: Today’s classes were super tiring...

Tenma: You partied up all night with Kazunari, that’s why.

Taichi: I was just consulting with him about the preparation for the performance we’ll do at the festival of the dead!

Tenma: Then I take it you’re done preparing for that.

Taichi: Of course! It’s all perfect.

Kazunari: Tenten and Taicchan! Otsupiko! Back from school~?

Taichi: Oh, speak of the devil! Kazu-kun, you’re here~!

Tenma: Are you also back from university?

Kazunari: Yep yep! Btw, what was that about me earlier? Were y’all talking about just how sick and indescribably cool I am?

Tenma: Totally not.

I was just talking about how you and Taichi were so noisy last night.

Kazunari: It sure was a blast~! Should we party again tonight, Taicchan?

Taichi: Sounds good!

Tenma: Stop it! Just go to sleep.

Kazunari: Oh yeah, I was passing by the next town earlier, but it looked super festive with their prep for the festival of the dead~.

The garland-like they put up were totes adorbs! Apparently, they’re called “Papel picado”.

Taichi: Pa-Paper... Car dough...?

Tenma: ...Was that some kind of spell?

Kazunari: Papel picado! It’s the name of the decos for the fest!

Look, see! They’re something like a garland but with skulls drawn on it.

Taichi: Wahh, that looks so cute!

Kazunari: Ikr? I knew you would get it!

Tenma: They’re kinda creepy though...

Kazunari: You don’t get it, Tenten~! It’s the slight of creepiness that makes it super cool!

Taichi: Our dorm will look cuter if we decorate it with these skulls!

Kazunari: I super-duper agree with that! It’s a lit idea, Taicchan~!

Tenma: Hey! What’re you gonna do if we get cursed because of those!

Kazunari: You’re such a worrywart, Tenten~. It’s gonna be just fine~. Now that we’ve decided, let’s go and buy some materials!

Tenma: Huh? We’re going now!?

Kazunari: Well, duh! You gotta put your ideas into action A.S.A.P! Come on, Tenten~!

Tenma: I-I get it already, so let go of me!

―Lounge (Night)―

Izumi: I’m home~.

Taichi: Oh! Welcome back, Director-sensei!

Kazunari: Welcome backsies~!

Tenma: ...Welcome home.

Izumi: It’s kinda lively in here, huh.

Taichi: We’re making Papel picado!

Izumi: Pape-what...?

Kazunari: He meant the decos for the festival of the dead~. They’re a lil bit spooky and super cute!

Taichi: They’re something like this!

Izumi: Hehh... So they’re kinda like garlands? They’ve got many kinds of shapes, huh.

Kazunari: Peeps in our uni’s been talking about this festival of the dead, y’see!

Then I thought, “Let’s give our dorm a décor and have a party like the fest too!”!

Tenma: Isn’t the purpose of the festival being to hold a memorial service for the dead? You’ll get haunted for saying something like that just now.

Kazunari: Geez, again with that~. Tenten is such a scaredy-cat.

Tenma: I-I’m not scared...!

Taichi: We’ve bought this many materials, so all of us are gonna do it together!

Kazunari: Seems like it’s okay to draw whatever you want~. Director-chan’s gonna join us too, right?

Izumi: (Papel picado... Might be nice to experience the feel of the festival.)

Let me join you as well then.

Kazunari: OMG, this is getting fun! Let’s give our dorm a makeup with tons of skulls!

Tenma: Stop that! What’re you gonna do if we accidentally summon something weird!?

Taichi: I wonder what I should draw~?

=====Notes=====

The festival of the dead they mentioned refers to a Mexican holiday "The Day of the Dead" or in Spanish "Día de los Muertos", celebrated on November 1 and 2. The holiday involves family and friends gathering to pay respects and to remember friends and family members who have died. It is portrayed as a holiday of joyful celebration rather than mourning. The traditions are honoring the deceased using calaveras and marigold flowers known as cempazúchitl, building home altars called ofrendas with the favorite foods and beverages of the departed, and visiting graves with these items as gifts for the deceased. [wikipedia]

Papel picado with the meaning of “punched paper”, is a traditional Mexican decorative craft made by cutting elaborate designs into sheets of tissue paper. This delicate tissue paper signifies the fragility of life as it is ephemeral. You can see Taichi holding it in his bloomed card.

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Handmade Papel Picado - Part 2

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Kazunari: What’s that, Tenten~?

Tenma: Hm? It’s obviously a skeleton.

Kazunari: EH! How so!? It doesn’t look boney at all!

Tenma: S-shut up! What about yours then?

Kazunari: Me? This is what mine’s look like.

I tried making it by imitating what I see, so it might be a little bit different from the real one~.

Tenma: ...What’s with the completeness.

Izumi: As expected from Kazunari-kun.

Kazunari: Thanksies~!

Taichi: Have you drawn something, Director-sensei?

Izumi: Hmm... Does this look okay?

Taichi: A flower! That’s really pretty~!

Izumi: Thanks. What did you draw? ...Is that a circle?

Taichi: Nuh-uh~! It’s a ‘senbei’!

Tenma: Why ‘senbei’ out of all things...?

Taichi: Hehe, it’s what my late grandpa liked!

At the festival of the dead, you welcome your deceased ancestors by offering their favourite things, right?

I thought maybe he’d come back if I give him my drawing of ‘senbei‘!

Tenma: Isn’t it better if you just offer the real thing rather than that-...

Hmnf-!?

Kazunari: That might be possible! What’s important is your feelings towards the other person, right? Feelings!

Tenma: -BWAH! Don’t suddenly close my mouth! I couldn’t breathe just now!

Kazunari: Sorry, sorry~.

Izumi: What kind of person was your grandfather?

Taichi: Let’s see~...

He was really strict in disciplining from holding chopsticks to table manners, and he always give me only 500 yen for New Year’s gift...

He often scolded me, saying that I’ll get punished if I leave even a single grain of rice in my bowl since there are gods residing in each grain.

He’ll mercilessly smack my head if I play a prank on him... Anyway, he was a really strict grandpa!

Kazunari: Dang, that’s crazy!

Tenma: But what he said is not entirely wrong.

Taichi: Yeah... Besides, at the end of the day, he played with me whenever I came back for holiday!

I was always looking forward to eating the ‘senbeis’ together with him in the house.

That’s why I loved my grandpa who’s strict but kind so much!

Izumi: I see... Those are some nice memories you got there.

Taichi: But like you said, it’s just a circle.

I guess it’s too hard to express ‘nure okaki’ in a drawing, huh...

Izumi: (It wasn’t simply just a ‘senbei’, but a ‘nure okaki’...!)

Kazunari: You’re aiming too high, Taicchan!

Tenma: ...Speaking of ‘nure okaki’, isn’t that what Sakyo-san likes too?

Izumi: Now that you mention it...

Taichi: You’re right! Gramps’ strictness is also kinda similar to Sakyo-nii...!

They're both more or less stubborn old men too!

*door opens*

Sakyo: ...Who are you calling a stubborn old man?

Taichi: !?

Izumi: S-Sakyo-san...!

Kazunari: Yikes! What a timing~!

Taichi: U-um, oh! That was a figure of speech just now!

I-I love my grandpa, but I also love you too, Sakyo-nii!

Sakyo: ......

Kazunari: Damn, look at that pressure from Frooch-san~!

Tenma: Just shut your mouth.

Izumi: Uh, um... Sakyo-san...

Sakyo: ...Hahh, don’t even try to flatter me.

Taichi: I really meant those words as compliment! And I really do like you, Sakyo-nii!

Sakyo: I get it already, so let go. You're hugging too tight.

Taichi: Oh, I know! How about you and I draw ‘nure okaki’ together? It’s pretty hard to draw it differently than ‘senbeis’~.

Sakyo: I refuse.

Taichi: Don’t say that~! Come on, Sakyo-nii!

Kazunari: I’m so jelly that Taicchan and Frooch-san are so chummy with each other~!

Should we mess around like them too~?

Tenma: No way we’re gonna do that! Geez...

Izumi: (Everyone sure is having fun. I hope the performance for the festival of the dead will go well at this rate.)

Story Clear!

=====Notes=====

Senbei is made from non-glutinous rice “Uruchi Mai (うるち米)”. The main ingredient of Okaki is glutinous rice “Mochi Gome (餅米)”. And these crackers usually have a pleasant crunchy bite in common.

However, there is an exceptional variety of Senbei and Okaki, which isn’t crunchy at all. They have a soft, moist, and chewy texture. For the texture, the exceptional type of Senbei and Okaki has the word “Nure (ぬれ)” meaning “wet” in their name. [source]

Senbei are large and flat disks, whereas okaki are smaller and puffed. [source]

#a3! #a3! translation #nanao taichi #taichi nanao #meenatranslates

[andrea-taylorsversion]

Hey @taylorswift I know you probs won’t see this but if you are lurking and ever want to have a secret session in Reading, PA let me know. I’m definitely available. 😉😜

I grew up near Reading, use to always go to the Reading Phillies (1st pic). And I was on the bleachers all four years of high school (2nd pic) where your music got me through some of the toughest years. Thank you for being you and always making me feel seen.

Now I’m so glad to be raising my own little swiftie (3rd pic) and if you would have told high school me that I would have called you crazy! I had the honor to see you N2 in Philly! (4th pic)

And I will get to see you N4 in Toronto with two of my best friends/swifties I met through prepping for the Bar Exam.

Love you to the moon and to Saturn 🌖 🪐 🫶🏼

- Andrea

@taylorswift @taylornation

#taylor swift #swifties #taylornation #taylors version #taylorlurking #reading #marching band #you belong with me #fearless #fearless taylor’s version #band geek #1989 taylor's version #1989taylorswift #1989 #taylor swift 1989 #1989 era #eras tour taylor swift #eras tour #tstheerastour

[gracelikesfries]

Tag ppl you wanna know betteeer

Tagged by: @dudettastone, a person I don't know at all actually, I don't know why you tagged me in this

Last song: "Not Strong Enough" by boygenius. I was listening to a playlist for one of my DND characters on my way home, and that song was written for Sunny Regalo exclusively.

Favorite Color: Earthy greens! Darker than the pic below is good too.

Currently Watching: Twin Peaks: The Return; currently I'm 13/18ths of the way there. I also started watching Adventure Time recently, and I was watching LOST this summer but got distracted. I'm thinking about doing a Succession re-watch soon.

Last Movie: I'm trying to watch every Wes Anderson movie in order by renting them from my local library, and I'm more than halfway done! So, my most recent in that regard is Moonrise Kingdom, which was quite fun. Non-Wes, I watched the Favourite recently and holy shit, that's an absolutely incredible film.

Currently Reading:

Non-fiction - I'm currently reading On Lies, Secrets, and Silence, which is a book of prose by incredible lesbian Adrienne Rich. I'm studying for my gender comprehensive next week, so as some last minute prep, I've been reading through a bunch of articles by sociologists who study gender as a macro-level social structure; I've worked through Cecilia Ridgeway and Joan Acker, and will hopefully start reading some more Barbara Risman tonight. I'm also have some works from Raewyn Connell lined up to read on hegemonic masculinity and patriarchy, and I'm very excited to give that another glance.

Fiction - Just finished a re-read of Harrow the Ninth this afternoon! Gonna start a Nona re-read, hopefully on audiobook. I have been very slowly making my way through A Feast for Crows, which honestly has been a great book to pick up and put down. I also have a copy of The Bluest Eye checked out from the library, but I don't think I'll get to it before it's due :(

Sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet, with savory as a close second. Unfortunately, I am a bitch with spice.

Relationship status: You know how in middle school, you used to change your Facebook relationship status to "it's complicated" when you wanted people to gossip about you and think you were interesting? I'm there, except if anyone talks about me I'll start crying

Current Obsessions: I'm finally setting down from an obsession with The Last Of Us that comes and goes; I'm sure it will be back when I sit down and finally play the second game. Some of my friends are reading The Locked Tomb series, so Harrow brainrot has returned in full force. I'm in the middle of a continual Sufjan Stevens obsession, and am slowly making my way through all of his music; I just got his new record on Vinyl! I'm hoping some of my crafting obsessions come back, I miss it, and desperately need to finish crocheting a blanket. Overall, my brain is in exam mode, unfortunately.

Last googled: "Earthy Greens." Y'all aren't being honest - you saying you had that picture of a color on your computer? (Also, "when are PA bar results released" and "obama soup tumblr")

Currently working on: Passing my comprehensive exam (on GENDER of all things) and not failing out of graduate school. I'm doing great, of course. Also, eating consistently. Also, being a better friend :)

okay I'm tagging @lily-patent-pending because we have been active mutuals for a hot sec but I don't know you and would love to be friends :) also @criticalrolo (@criticalrolo-main) because you like stuff like this where you can talk about DND, and people will actually read yours hahaha

[foolshoujo]

iku/tsuki from the start knew that death was sealed within aris/ato min/ako. whilst certainly not from day one of the attack on the moonlight bridge itself--- but before he starts gathering persona users, starting with mitsur/u, he had most definitely begun to orchestrate bringing the arisat/os back to iwato/dai.

this all culminates that he has had access to aig/is since the attack on the moonlight bridge or gained access shortly after. attempting to repair her & gather the data from her memories about what happened that night, hellbent on not giving up his & kou/etsu kiri/jo’s goal to bring about the fall. accessing into ai/gis via her memory storage, as well as her pa/pillon heart which was created from a plume of dusk known to be a fragment of nyx’s body, the events of the moonlight bridge. there he saw ai/is & her sisters fight against the thirteenth shadow & in turn, saw the young boy cry out for help for his dying sister as well as a/igis’ decision to seal the shadow within the girl in hopes of delaying the fall.

considering that it’s fairly easy to find the list of causalities & wounded of that night in the databanks of ki/rijo, it took ikuts/uki no time at all to find the twins. however when he did finally identify & locate the two, they had already been shipped off outside of iw/atodai & the hy/ōgo prefecture entirely. naturally this buys him time, time to repair aigi/s time to really dig into the shadows time to figure out how to reform the thirteenth shadow leading to the birth of the prince & thus him summoning n/yx for the fall.

so he bides, he researches, he preps, he studies. he becomes director to gek/koukan so he can have greater control of the dorms, the transfers. he places himself in a position of power to better weave the web of lies & manipulation. more impressively never once giving the first members of sees a reason to distrust him. in fact he’s more honest about himself, about what kou/etsu did. using that willingness to speak up as a way to truly bait m/itsuru, akih/iko, & shin/jiro to trust him. && of course later yu/kari as she joins shortly before the arisa/tos transfer.

in mi/nako’s expulsion from her prior school arises a opportunity for iku/tsuki. unbeknownst to him the twins had already agreed on their own to attempt to come home, to finally return to iwato/dai. however, due to his own devices it’s all the more easy for the two. they are near instantly accepted into the school, they qualify for scholarships, they have approval for living in the dorms. it’s a bit too easy all things considering with min/ako’s expulsion on her record. it’s all in ik/utsuki’s favor.

for you see, he regards m/inako as a saintess of sorts by this point. his delusions of the fall, of n/yx, of the new world molding & stirring in his mind the whole time mixing with the fact that the thirteenth shadow is sealed within min/ako. to iku/tsuki, min/ako is a blessing. she’s the savior of death, she’s the vessel, she’s it’s mother. in his notes & research found after his death by fu/uka, but also by ji/n before the director’s death, that ikut/suki was fanatically obsessed with min/ako. he would label her the death mother, mother of death. countless entries about how with each felled full moon shadow the shadow harbored within her grew stronger & she with it as well. documents uncovered & stolen from the kir/ijo-run hospital where the twins were brought after the night of the moonlight bridge with her medical files & the doctor’s notes about her miraculous recovery despite her age, mortal wounds, & overall health when she was brought in for surgery & treatment. he studies her, he researches her. she’s a key, she’s the final piece. what is revealed after his death is his obsession; however his actions on the roof of the observatory that night showcase such first hand.

that night when he orders aig/is to attack sees, all but one is bound & chained up upon the crosses staked at the top of the observatory of tartar/us. on the ledge is m/inako, passed out & obscured by ikutsu/ki as he stands in front of her blocking the view from sees. it’s there he orders a/igis to kill mi/tsuru’s father, to kill them. all the while min/ato struggles furiously in an anger extremely unlike him to get free of the shackles & to get to his sister. as ai/gis fails to do as told, she’s shoved aside by ikutsu/ki as he shoots take/haru who shoots back--- taking ikuts/uki with him. however, the chairman would not be so instantly taken down, rising to then turn toward the now awake min/ako. his plan was to take her down with him as he grabs her & tosses her off the observatory ledge with the sees kids with naught to do but watch.

this moment is when min/ato first awakens to his ultimate persona, messiah. screaming in rage as he watches min/ako fall their eyes locking hers in fear & his in violent. from him, without an evoker, a surge of power bursts from the boy that shatters the iron chains sending the teens tumbling to the ground. he then rushing toward the ledge, toward ik/utsuki as from the depths rises the grand persona itself, in min/ato’s own image holding his sister safe & sound. ikuts/uki in this moment would laugh as the last of his sanity crumbles, declaring “ OH TO KNOW NOW THERE IS NO DEATH WITHOUT LIFE. IT’S YOU BOY, YOU. “ before mina/to in all his rage, all his anger, all his violence, all his fear of losing his sister once more pushes the man off the ledge as messiah flies overhead to behind him letting min/ako to leave it’s arms & fade back into the subconscious of mi/nato’s mind. in the wake of the shock, the dust settling as everyone scrambles to their feet. rushing to both m/itsuru’s father to mi/nako as she collapses to the ground. the waves of panic & fear overcoming her entire person, unable to move unable to speak. m/inato stands on the ledge as realization comes to him, his eyes to his hands. naught but the sound of mits/uru’s cries can be heard in the air.

it is soon before this event that ji/n of str/ega would access the files in ikuts/uki’s harddrive under the request of tak/aya, frustrated that sees insists on destroying the dark hour. it is then they both learn of the truth. that the dark hour is not almost at it’s end, but it’s at it’s peak. the full moon shadows have been slain & compiled inside that of the vessel, inside of min/ako & reborn anew into he who will bring about the fall.

understanding this new crucial bit of information, taka/ya puts the pieces together. str/ega & ikuts/uki had been long since working together in each other’s favor. stre/ga left to do as they please as long as they do not get in the way of ikut/suki’s plans, he turning his eyes away & even covering up their existence so that not only for them to be hidden from sees but also to hide the connection he has to these three youths. however the friction between them grows as the then-ignorant tak/aya pushes to attack & deter the deaths of those full moon shadows. ikuts/uki demanding that stre/ga back off & stay away specifically from mina/ko. the mission of august with the chariot arcana, when str/ega approaches sees to lock them underground, tak/aya would approach min/ako & cup her face idly questioning ‘ why is it that he revers you so ? ’ but as he paws through the various files, jin uncovering more & more research journal entries studies video rants audio recordings, it becomes clear the importance mina/ko has to the end. to the fall.

she is the vessel after all, she is the one who harbors death. && so tak/aya stirs the pot. using this as the basis for feeding the masses, to have a figure to turn to. she who bore the prince who will save us ! who will bring the fall ! the red eyed mother of death ! using that charm, that charisma to brainwash those ready, willing, eager to hear him & those who would think they’d never fall for such easily crafting a growing cult. a growing congregation. the idea that the more & more who turn to the faith, the stronger the prince will be & the easier it shall be for nyx to take humanity. the hope that sees will give up & accept the fate they can’t change.

towards those final weeks in january, however, there would be fanatics that in their apathy see min/ako as she goes to school & follow her. watch her from a distance, cry at the sight of her, beg for their salvation. the imagery taka/ya placed in their heads with just his words, his hymns far more potent than a photograph. on that final day, the day to face n/yx, tak/aya has told his followers to take to the streets & crowd the dorms. blocking any from exiting or entering. the hopes to discourage those inside completely.

but as we all know when the dark hour clock strikes, that door would open & the two of life & death would step out leading their friends. each step rife with confidence, with stalwart determination.

QUITE FRANKLY, IF YOU WERE ASK HER, IF TAKAYA WANTS DEATH SO BAD SHE WILL GIVE IT TO HIM.

it is no wonder that when mina/zuki s/ho rumages around ikuts/uki’s computers, his files, his old hauntings, he becomes obsessed with meeting this beloved saintess. this cherished person that iku/tsuki loved & held dear before anyone else. as she was to be the one who brought death. how fun it would be, to meet her. to share in that pain ikut/suki had given him.

#( about; lore / headcanon. ) #( ooc; do not reblog. )

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Nettle Gooseberry (she/her). Tribute. District Eleven. Twenty-five. Auli'i Cravalho.

Nettle was an average eleven girl in an average eleven family. Child number three. Then three of four, and then three of five. They worked on a farm, picking blueberries. There wasn’t school, but there was her ma and pa and siblings. She had good memories there, making moonshine with her two big brothers and naming a little sister Strawberry. And still, With so many kids, there was always tesserae bread and still not enough on the table. There were always berries to pick, but they were paid by the bushel and when she was small she couldn’t contribute enough to pay for her meals. Her parents were kind about it, of course, but she knew.

  Nettle was eleven when she became the third of six, and sixteen when she found out she’d be the third of seven. And it was watching her mother’s worried face that made her know it was time to figure something out. She could find a job somewhere else, move out, stop taking food off the table. She’d have to figure it out.

  The only issue was, she didn’t really know a way off the farm. Or, honestly, how to get a job. So when the truck came and they all loaded it up, Nettle snuck in back, staying on it.

  She’d told her Pa she had a job interview, and that wasn’t exactly true. Instead, when the truck stopped and the driver came around back to unload the berries, Nettle stepped out, asking for whoever did the hiring. plenty of promises and pleading later, Joseph Appleseed took her on, promising to teach her to drive a truck. She was placed as navigator for one of the truckers while she learned. A girl called Bramble Berrybush.

  The truckers had a simple job. Go across eleven, collect the fruit grown on every farm, bring it to the train station, where it would wind up in the capitol. It was a good gig, and a critical one. even if her truck buddy was a driver’s seat hog who didn’t seem to enjoy her company. Nettle heard from Joe's brother, Johnny, that Bramble had threatened to quit over not wanting a navigator. It checked out, the girl barely spoke when she tried to joke. Instead, nettle learned to roll down the window and watch the scenery, listen to music, and shut up. Even though they were the same age, they weren’t friends. They were coworkers.

  She got good with reading the map. Or, reading was the wrong word, she couldn’t read. But she marked it well enough while prepping for each trip that she could use it to get where they needed to go.  She learned how to drive the truck, how to wash it, how to repair it. And eventually, Bramble softened up to her. Maybe it was inevitable, with them sharing both a truck and a room. Once Nettle was cleared to cover the driving when Bramble got tired, they got bigger assignments. On their first big run going all the way out to one of the farthest farms, things started to shift. When she could see Bramble's chest rising fast after the first checkpoint, Nettle made jokes about peacekeeper breath. Instead of turning up the music, the driver eventually smiled. It was a good smile, too. After that, there was permission to chat. When Nettle passed out that night in the passenger seat, she woke up with Bramble’s jacket for a blanket. By the time they got back to dispatch, They were screaming along to the music together and laughing at inside jokes.

  Nettle still loves pickups from that farm.

  Soon, Nettle learned of another agreement between Bramble and Joe: Bramble was his smuggler. Notes, information. When it was clear that Nettle wouldn’t snitch on her friend, she was let in on it too. Their truck had a hollowed out bed, one perfect for a bigger load. Now that both drivers knew, it turned from pocket-sized things to bigger horizons. Drugs, mostly. Luckily, Nettle had grown a rapport with the peacekeepers that their routes frequented, greased by the fact that she was making enough money to occasionally buy ingredients for moonshine. She liked making it, it reminded her of her older brothers. And if she was joking with peacekeepers and passing out moonshine up front, they rarely checked what was in back.

  It was a good life. Nettle had Bramble, and what more was there? They drove all of eleven, they sat under the stars on the hood of the truck. Wind in their hair, freedom in their grasp. Bramble was hers. They were best friends, they were family. Hell, with the amount they kissed, they were probably dating. Nettle loved Bramble, Bramble loved her. it didn’t matter what they called it.

  And then Vox took hold in eleven, and that was perhaps the best thing to happen to them. There were new exciting ideas on the horizon. The drugs in the truck turned, sometimes, to weapons, delivered between certain sympathetic farms. They picked rebel names. Joe picking Barnebus, and the girls decided to share Cherry. They never did anything without each other, there was no point picking separate ones. Nettle watched as rebels took parts of eleven, and soon their routes changed. Sympathetic farms near the new border got droppings of food, medicine, weapons, even a few eleven year olds months away from their first reaping and trying to escape. Admittedly, kids had to be the rarest. But it happened more than once.

  It wasn’t just music in the truck, now. On the longer stretches between peacekeeper checkpoints, Nettle and Bramble listened to Delphi and Pascal discuss a new world, a better world. And in eleven, doing what they were doing, it felt possible. Close, even. She whispered to Bramble about it at night, about an end to the checkpoints and the reapings and the terror of Panem. About the two of them raising kids who would never be reaped. One day, everyone would have it as good as they did, fearless and free. They just had to fight for it.

  And they weren’t fighting alone, either. After 133, in came Delphi and Pascal, Meta Morphic and more. Chauffeur for Victors hadn’t exactly been on her bingo card, but it became a regular occurrence. The outsiders helped, became insiders. Documenting, broadcasting, fighting alongside locals. Fields got burned and people rose together. The truckers shuttled people through the smoke. The new arrivals left to the capitol or their home districts, but they always came back. Delphi brought chocolate, once, and it was the best thing Nettle’d ever tasted. When the world was better, she would always have chocolate within reach. It would be better soon. The rebels were stronger, louder by the day, or so it felt. Nettle could feel it vibrating in her lungs. Freedom felt like smoke clearing.

  Nettle and Bramble were twenty five. Both of them would be twenty six by 135. Maybe it was that closeness that doomed them. The way they flirted with the odds. The twelve year old they’d saved from this very reaping the week before. Or maybe it was just the fact that they were such friends of Free Eleven. The bowl had it out for them. Somehow, it knew. Bramble got called first. And shortly after, because they never did anything without each other and because life wasn’t cruel enough, an already-crying Nettle got called too.

  They were tributes. Both of them. Together.

Token: her keys + outgoing, funny, passionate - unserious, preoccupied, distractible

PENNED BY: RAINY

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