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wikiangela · 2 years

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911 s6e2 - some thoughts and comments as I'm watching:

spoilers ahead haha

oh shit I almost forgot about Athena's dad 😳

I love the way we kinda see it all from Athena's perspective, and everything is so echoey and feels kinda distant I guess hah

those scenes before something bad happens are always so stressful because I don't know what exactly to expect or when to expect it 😂 like, I love it, but I hate it 🤣🤣

oh my god I did not expect the guy to blow up his yard 😂 I was so anxiously waiting for him to get seriously hurt somehow and here he goes doing this 😂

awww Captain Hen 😍😍 love that so much ❤️

I figured the wife was cheating with the neighbor but they had an underground tunnel for that??? lmao how did they even manage that 😂

they always manage to do something completely unexpected 😂 God I love this show

"are you at ease" why was this so funny 😂

I'm loving Maddie, like, mentoring Noah or whatever, but... I miss dispatcher May sns 😂😂 (and May in general)

Hen is gonna totally wear herself out, I'm tired just watching her go through it all - btw those shots of her driving super tired and while eating are giving so much anxiety that she'll get into an accident or something - even though I drive, I'm still so terrified of the possibility of a car crash after I was in a car crash when I was like 6 or 7 lol -

okay, what the fuck was that popcorn scene 😂 did that have a purpose? was it supposed to be funny? cause it was kinda cringe and annoying and wtf why did they do that 😂

oh my god she's falling asleep behind the wheel - I fucking called it (I'm currently talking at my screen out loud begging her to pull over, I'm totally fine 🙂😂😂)

oh thank God she's fine but oh my god I'm fucking stressed out 😂

Bobby is the best husband, seriously, I so respect him standing up to Athena's mom, that was great - her mom is being a bit unreasonable but like, I understand it because I know, even just based on my family, how old people are - so stubborn and set in their ways, and can get offended over nothing and take everything way too personally...

random thought (because I heard Hen talk to Julie and I was like: who's that new person lol) but like: where's Ravi? I don't remember how he ended up at the end of s5 but like, did he leave the show or something??

Buck always having meaningful conversations with people on calls when he needs it 👀👀

this is such a stressful rescue but somehow it's less stressful than Hen driving 😂😂 (that car accident affected me too much lol its a miracle I drive regularly now haha)

fuck, I teared up when Hen was telling Lev about Frankie 😭 and now I'm fucking crying omg what 😭😭💔 he was on the screen for like 2 minutes, why am I crying over him 😂 they always know how to hit me in the feels

and the saddest version of don't worry be happy is just making it worse 😭😂😂

I haven't mentioned it yet, so here's my weekly pause and break for thirsting over Eddie because I can't handle the feels now lol: damn Eddie looks so fucking good, like always 🥵🔥 I really love his haircut tbh I wish he had more screen time this episode because oh my god he looks so hot and just so gorgeous 😍😍🔥 (when does he not 🙄😂) okay, I'm done for now lol

I'm loving the plotline of Buck trying to find happiness and I feel for him rn 🥺 he looks so sad and clearly this death hit him pretty hard 🥺 also, the "you always have the answers" 🥺😭

don't tell me Hen didn't pass 😳💔

oh fuck I'm crying once again, poor Hen 😭😭💔 she took on way too much, I feel so bad, both for her and for her family 😭

and now Beatrice is making me cry - damn, it's episode 2 and they're already hitting me in the feels way too much 😂 I can't handle it 😭😂

A BODY? WHAT NOW? WTF??? okay, I wasn't that invested in Athena's story so far but now I am 😳😳😳😳 I MEAN, WHAT?! what does this mean??? I'm so confused and so curious and just.... what. I need the next episode right the fuck now 😂😂

tbh I wanted to say I liked the previous episode a little bit better - but like, that last scene really made it crazy and now I'm 🤯 I loved it

ngl, as much as I felt bad for Athena, I didn't care all that much for her parents' story but the end scene made it the most interesting thing this episode 😂

I loved Hen's story and I was so worried and stressed for her (if you ever feel tired when driving, my god, just pull over pls 😂) school work and being a present mom and a wife is a lot and she was just so overworked and overwhelmed and I'm curious where her story goes now, because they built up her wanting to become a doctor so much, it'd be weird if they just dropped it now 🤔

I'm loving Buck trying to find happiness - Buck's stories are always great and I hope we'll get some more of that in next episodes

I'm also hoping Eddie will get some important storyline soon because he's just there being an amazing firefighter and looking hot and I'm not complaining but like, let's put some more focus on him pls 😂

overall, really loved it, and I seriously cannot fucking wait for the next one (like, the ending??? I won't stop thinking about it until the next episode 😂)

#911 spoilers #911 #911 fox #long post #thoughts while watching

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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What size are the pants you're wearing? The shorts I have on right now are free size.

What's this month's picture of on your calendar? Haven’t used a physical calendar in ages. Were you a fan of Michael Jackson before he died? I was a casual fan because Beyoncé LOVED him and would always drop his name whenever she talks about her idols, so I was pretty bummed when he died. I remember Twitter crashing over and over that day. Turkey or ham for Thanksgiving? We don’t celebrate Thanksgiving and Filipinos don’t eat turkey. Do you celebrate Black Friday? Is that the one where everything is on sale and everyone fights over everything that is on sale? We don’t have that here either.

What level are you on Farmville? Anddddd I never got to play Farmville as well. My parents were strict with me growing up given that social media was an entirely new thing back then, so they said I couldn’t join Facebook until I met the age requirement, which I think is 16. Eventually when I was 14 I had to make an account anyway for a school project lolol but even then, Farmville was ancient at that point. What are you looking forward to in the next year? A coronavirus-free year, first and firemost. Also a job. And salaries. And savings. What song are you listening to right now? I’m listening to a lofi playlist at the moment, which is turning out to be the only thing I’m listening to throughout the quarantine. What time do you usually get out of bed? These days it’s 10 in the morning, a far cry from when I used to be fully up by 6 or 7. Do you use a lot of emoticons? Meh, not really. I’m a little thrifty with them. What are you really good at? Weaving in and out of traffic (which is an asshole move obviously, but when I’m in a hurry but everyone’s being dumb, it’s a good skill to have), reading body language, gauging people’s emotions, making spreadsheets, making my dog smile. Idk this question is a little vague. Do you look good in hats? Yeah I think I look cute in caps and sun hats, but I never wear them because I hate having some of my vision blocked :/ I’d only put them on if I wasn’t doing much or if I was sitting down. Would you ever climb a mountain? Sure would. I just don’t have the time, equipment, and stamina to just yet. What was the last thing you became a fan of on Facebook? Oh dude I don’t do that anymore. It’s the total opposite now - every now and then I’ll unlike the pages I clicked on when I was like 14. And there are hundreds of them. Are you good at Jeopardy? Nah. I usually get 2-4 right in a single episode. BUT THAT’S WHAT MAKES IT SO FUN AND REWARDING. Where were you born? I say this a lot on recent surveys, sigh... Manila. What's your lowest grade & in what class? In my old school I got the lowest grade they give out in tests – several times – which was a 68. I got it in algebra and geometry. In college my lowest grade so far (and hopefully ever) is a 2.50 in an economics major HAHAHA. What movie do you want to see that's in/going to be in cinemas? It’s hard to be excited for new movies right now... the only one I imagine myself even just considering to watch is the Wonder Woman sequel. Have you ever been bitten by an animal? By ants and mosquitoes. Dogs too, but they’ve only ever been friendly bites. I’ve also been pecked at by a huge bird at a safari. What time is it? 11:30 PM exactly. Is your backpack really heavy? It sometimes can be, but in my senior year (aka the year where I’ve just stopped caring) I’ve only been carrying just my laptop to school now lmaooooo. Are you organized? In most contexts, yeah. I can still be messy though especially with my school bag and my car. Do you take naps? Yeah. I’ve been taking a lot of siestas these days for sure. Do you keep a diary? This is it. Who knows just about everything there is to know about you? No one. I don’t really let anyone in that much like that. Would you take up drugs/alcohol? I do both but the only ~drugs I’ve taken are caffeine and nicotine. Did you pass your driver's test? Yeah, four years ago. That test piiiiissed me off lmao. They gave me a shitty ass car to drive in for the test and because I wasn’t used to the car’s controls, I ended up doing meh in the exam even though I’ve already been driving pretty well IN MY OWN CAR. The instructor gave me like a 78 even though the passing grade was 75. Colored pencils, crayons, or markers? Colored pencils. Water color or acrylic paint? Watercolor. Unicorns or pegasi? (Plural for "pegasus.") I don’t care. What's your favorite breakfast restaurant? Rustic Mornings. La Creperie is great too. Last magazine you bought? Haven’t donet that siiiiiince the 7th grade, my dude. When's your last day of school? LMAO at this rate? I have no fucking clue. I don’t even know when we go BACK to school. What was the last thing you Googled? Movies coming out in 2020, to answer the ^ question about movies earlier hah. Can you spot constellations in the night sky? Just Orion’s Belt. Do you like going to museums? It’s my favorite thing to do in the entire world. What's your favorite number? No favorites. What are a couple things on your Christmas list? I don’t think I’ll be having a list this year. It’ll be the year I *hopefully* get my first job, so I’m honestly more fixated on the idea of getting my loved ones gifts with money I earned this time around :> Do you update your status with music lyrics? No. But I’d tweet lyrics to express my mood sometimes, which is kind of the same thing. When was the last time you got your hair cut? I had a big haircut a week before the quarantine. Don’t remind me -______- Do you watch anime/manga? No. Do you like jacket pockets with zippers on them? I don’t mind them. Colons or equal signs for your smiley face's eyes? Colons. I haven’t seen anyone use the equal sign for eyes in like, decades lol.

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fanfictionized · 6 years

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Help Me Help You - My Own (16/?)

Character: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader / OFC

Chapter summary: Beginning to settle in, Annabelle is living her busily scheduled life. A make-over is just the right thing to keep her on the right track.

Warnings: Little bit of flashback

Words: 2.2k

Previous Chapter // Help Me Help You - Masterlist

Sweat was running down her neck and face, collecting to drip down her chin.

Her heart was about to explode out of her chest. Everything hurt.

“Say it.” Sam yelled. “I’m an unathletic piece of shit.” “No! What the hell, Belle. The other thing!” Wanda almost doubled over with laughter at her comment and it didn’t help in holding her body up above the mattress as she started to giggle as well. “I can do this?” “Yes, you can! Exactly, now come on! Where’s that super soldier strength at?” Her arms started to give out. She let herself drop to the ground like a potato sack, her arms made out of pure jello. She wheezed with exhaustion.

“I haven’t been to the gym in a year.” She gasped out in between intakes of breath. “And despite that I did fifty push-ups what else do you want from me?”

“That’s pretty good, though… Sam?” Wanda asked, her arms crossed in front of her chest. “She just got back. Take it easy on her.”

It had been more than a week since the meeting in the conference room. The next day Tony had come up with her new schedule and she had been more than happy with that. She finally had something to do. Until she had realized that the one thing she had been looking forward to the most, fight training, could only be done until she had at least some sort of stamina and muscle mass, along with a few pounds more on her body. The second one had not been as hard, six pounds in one week, but the first had been sheer agony so far. At least one person seemed to be enjoying it.

“Oh, come on.” He mocked her as he crouched down next to her. “I know that serum is in you somewhere and I’ll get it out of you. I know that, because Steve and Buck always beat me at everything” He stood back up, squinting his eyes mischievously. “And I want to see someone else beat their asses if it can’t be me.”

“It’s not my fault you’re slow.” She panted as she rolled over, staring at him. He didn’t look amused. “You’re my one chance at getting back at them.”

She laughed and Wanda did, too.

“Alright, kiddo. I’ll let you off the hook for today.” He rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand, helping her stand back up.

“But don’t loose hope:”

“Oh, trust me. I won’t. Don’t put too much pressure on me and maybe your dream will come true, wingman.” She suppressed a grin.

“Alright, alright.” He muttered as he grabbed his towel and left the gym.

She ran a hand over her burning muscles. After just a few days of working out she could already feel the tissue growing and forming. Not only there, but everywhere else, even in places she hadn’t worked on before.

The serum was changing her body and she had realized it quickly. It was hardly unnoticeable.

The weight she had gained could’ve just as well been her newly added muscles.

“You okay?” Wanda asked her. She nodded.

“Just weird how I can already feel the change in my body.”

“Yeah, I know. It can be strange.” She sighed and lightly punched her side. “But hey. I still have to watch what I’m eating, while you’re turning back to normal in seconds. You don’t even have to work out all that much, see, your metabolism still makes you even stronger.” She laughed. “I mean, that was your fourth time working out here and I saw you pick up that fifty Kilo ball over there yesterday. With one hand.”

Annabelle let out a nervous chuckle. “I don’t know. It was pretty heavy…”

“Yes, but you still didn’t struggle with it. Not like I would without my powers.”

“Those are my powers. I think. I’m still not sure what else is different. Maybe that’s it…?”

“No, no. Can’t be.” She shook her head, head tilting to the side.

“Maybe you should run with Steve. Just to see. Maybe you can look if you run faster, too. Or maybe jump higher. Maybe your joints and bones are more robust like theirs- “

“Thanks” She interrupted her train of thought “But I think I’ll stick with you for now.”

Wanda grinned back at her. “As long as you won’t get stronger than me.”

“You know I can’t promise you that.”

“Oh, we’ll see.” She winked.

***

It was when she was on her way back to her room to take a shower when she literally ran into Bucky.

“Shit, sorry.” He steadied her with a grip of his left hand around her arm as she bumped into him while turning around a corner. She gasped as she felt the coldness of the metal on her hot skin and once again she didn’t think of it being that way, that… metal-y, looking down at her right upper arm. His gaze followed hers and he immediately let go of her as if she was scorching.

“Sorry.” He whispered, scarcely audible. He was looking down at the ground.

She shook her head, only then realizing how he could’ve interpreted her reaction and reached out for him.

“No, it’s my fault. I wasn’t looking.” She took a hold of his metal arm and he only noticed her touch as she pulled it closer, her hand around his forearm. She didn’t want him to think she was afraid of him.

They had hung out over the past couple of nights, the watching-TV-thing becoming some sort of ritual for the two of them. And even though she probably wouldn’t admit it, it had meant the world to her. She wouldn’t want him to think otherwise.

He pulled his hand back slowly, looking back up at her and giving her a weak smile. “You working out?” She nodded. “Sort of. It’s more like Sam torturing me, but whatever.” She shrugged and gave him a sideway-smirk. His own smile softened. “And how’s it going?” She took in a deep breath. “It’s good. It’s… okay. I already feel stronger.” She let out a laugh at the thought. “Sam said he’s training me so that he can have someone beating your asses.”

“Whose asses is he talking about?” “You and Steve.” She giggled, her eyes sparkling “Because you always run faster than him. And because you’re stronger than him… I don’t think he enjoys your mocking very much:” “Well.” He smirked “He should try harder then, don’t you think?” “Don’t say that! He’s letting it out on me!”

He looked her over. Her short hair in the front of her head pulled back into a bun at the back, the rest of it hanging down loosely to reach the top of her shoulders. Her face and décolleté were shining with sweat that had dried half-way on her skin. With the sports clothes she was wearing he could see how much her body had changed since when he had been carrying it out of that creepy, old warehouse. She seemed more comfortable in her skin. Fitter, altogether. Her skin had more color too, which was shown by her glowing cheeks.

“I can see that.” He tried suppressing a wider grin. She cocked her head to the side in confusion. He cleared his throat and pointed at her with his left fore finger. “Your cheeks…”

“Oh. Hah! Yeah, I forgot about that.” She chuckled and laid her own hand onto them, feeling the heat radiating off them.

To his own surprise, she grabbed the hand pointing at her and placed it against the right side of her face. Her eyes closed as she puffed a breath through her equally red lips, just as perfused with blood as her blushing cheeks.

“Jesus Christ, I’m literally burning up.” She sighed while Bucky stood there in shock, not wanting to move his fingers in case the metal plating would graze or scratch that delicate face of hers. He couldn’t feel it per se, but somehow the sudden surprise caused the heat on her face to transfer through his cold, unfeeling hand and onto his own, making his cheeks burn.

“Oh. Sorry.” She held his hand with such care before she lowered his arm and let go. “I didn’t mean to be creepy. Your hand is just so cool. Cold, I mean.” She chuckled nervously, brushing an untamed strand of hair behind her ear. She just saw his horrified gaze. Eyes not blinking and everything else also not moving. “Uhm… Bucky? Are you okay?” She asked cautiously, her brows furrowed as she tried to reach out for him once more, but his reflexes told him otherwise. “Fine.” He blurted out as he tried his best to hide his pink cheeks behind the hair falling in front of his face and avoided her touch as he rushed past her, leaving her standing all alone.

She still looked after him as he disappeared as fast as he had shown up.

She realized that perhaps touching him had been a touch too much for him.

Sighing, she turned around to march into her room, leaning her back against the door after she had closed it. Her hand went into her hair, but the bun she had made stopped her from getting her fingers through it. She ripped it out and hissed as she did not expect such force coming with it. She had to get accustomed to her newly found strength somehow.

She was frustrated. And it had everything to do with a certain Bucky Barnes.

Sure, he was a delicate personality to deal with, but so was she. She hadn’t wanted to trigger him in any way and she thought the bonding over watching TV and shared insomnia had somehow made him trust her more, but it had hurt, plain and simple, when he had looked at her like she was fucking crazy the second she touched him. Somehow there had been a certain disgusted look on his face. And she felt angry with him and herself.

Her hands felt the rough ends of her roughly cut hair. She hated the feeling. She bit her bottom lip nervously. Then she pulled off her top and tossed it aside. She grabbed a scissor from her desk and walked into the bathroom.

She stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself. From her still skinnier-than-usual form and the sweat-soaked clothes clinging to her body to her blushed cheeks and her piercing gaze. Until further up she spotted the haircut they had given her. Before it had been long and beautiful, but now? Even that they had taken from her and it made her fucking furious.

Now it was just hanging limply on top of her shoulders. No life whatsoever.

Her breathing was erratic and her lip started trembling. She didn’t want another episode of this whatever it was, black-smoke-pouring-out-of-me-until-I-can’t-fucking-see-shit-no-more? No fuckin’ thanks.

She had to calm down in another way.

She hadn’t realized she had raised the scissors and started to cut strands of her hair off until she actually saw them collecting in the sink before her.

She cut off more and more, her heart still racing, yet no longer due to frustration, but because this was the first thing she had been able to decide for herself in seven weeks. And it felt freaking amazing. Having her life in her own hands again. More or less. Until she had learned to control the last thing they had given her, but until then this was better than feeling bitter all the time because of it. This was better than a once-in-a-blue-moon good sleep. better than lemonade on a hot day. Better than his hand on your hot face…

She had watched her mother cut her own bangs for years. She hadn’t had bangs since she was a little girl, but she needed something different. She was no little girl anymore, but she could certainly steal her younger self’s looks. Had looked good back then, why shouldn’t it now?

Didn’t look so goddamn boring at least.

She divided her hair in a sort of semi-circle going from the front top of her head around to the outside of her eyebrows. She held the hair in her hand and with a deep breath and a few snips she had it off, her hair still hanging in front of her eyes. She cut just a little above her eyebrows. Not too high, but not blocking her sight as well.

She sighed, tension leaving her body altogether. She shook her fingers through it, the tiny, loose pieces of hair raining down on her nose like snowflakes.

She looked at herself in the mirror once more. Before and after. And she smiled from ear to ear as she liked what she saw.

It didn’t look boring. Her hair was still wild and not cut so straight, her waves seemed even stronger, more defined, as they were not pulled down by all that weight of long hair anymore. She shook her head from side to side just to see them swing with their new freedom, around the sides of her throat.

She nodded, content with herself again. The first time after a damn long time.

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hellrager · 6 years

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THEMES & PREFERENCES QUESTIONNAIRE !!

aka, things i’ve always wanted to ask people / have people ask me. please remember to repost rather than reblog! happy munday ~ !!

what types of genres do you gravitate towards ? Depends on the character I’m on. For Damien that would be Crack / Adventure / Slice of Life / Horror / Splatter / Some Angst / and surprisingly Romance / Romantic Comedy. I say ‘suprisingly’ because I usually stay away from Romance themes on all my muses because they simply don’t work with them. However, with Damien this genre comes quite naturally, due to the nature of the game and I’m really enjoying it. Because its not this deep, cheesy, heartache kind of romance. But that awkward teenage romance where characters can act goofy, make mistakes without it causing a chain of needless angst threads following. It feels more natural when not everything is perfect and characters make stupid slip ups. Same goes for Slice of Life. A genre I usually stay away from for how utterly BORING it is. Works with Monster Prom though, because you can monsterfy boring ass everyday situations!

what types of genres do you gravitate away from ? Like I said, really cheesy romance or slice of Life. Also fluff. Like, don’t get me wrong, some fluff is nice. Especially with Monsters! But too much just gets boring and Damien isn’t the kind of guy that would cuddle up with you when you asked him to. Fluff is rare here but when it happens, it happens for a reason and says something about Damien’s character.

what types of characters do you most often play / enjoy ? The Bad Boys and the Manly Men. You know, your local rowdy, teachers have given up on, and who has a bad reputation for being a criminal and a lost cause, yet there are still people who want to get to know him and discover a lot of things about why he’s the way he is. Ahh, its my bread and butter. And on the other side, we have the whiskey drinking, kickass manly man type who rides a motorbike and has no time to ask questions. They always have stubble and a cigarette between their lips and say stuff like ‘I’m too old for this shit’ or call younger characters ‘kid’. You know, the type that would beat the shit out of my beloved delinquent boys. Also Monsters, if that wasn’t obvious. Make these two types monsters and we’re good. 👌 👌 👌

what types of characters do you seldom play ? female characters. I simply can’t wrap my head around how to roleplay them, even if it doesn’t matter? I mean, I could roleplay a female character the same I roleplay my delinquents but my head just can’t work with that. Female characters are still different - there is something about them that let’s you know that this is a woman and not a dude because the mun can portray this female character differently despite giving her a personality close to a guy. It’s fascinating but doesn’t work for me. I have never once in my life managed to pull off a female character and I simply enjoy my boys too much - so females will never, ever be for me. I prefer to just interact with the cool female muses around me. ❤ Also goodies two shoe ‘used to be a wimp but now I am a hero’ characters.

any pairing tropes you particularly enjoy ? BROMANCE ... I just really love the romantic comedy elements you can implement into this and even make it end up in angst? Where do you go from a romantic comedy to angst?? In a Bromance is where. Its just a genuine relationship of two dudes that just love each others company and then have to deal with their feelings and I think that’s great cause once they get over the awkward part, they still act like they did before. As in, being jerks to each other but deep down they know that they love each other’s stupid asses. I like it because its full of funny elements and if you do it properly, it doesn’t have to be cheesy at all. Another one I love is BullyxVictim. When the local school bully suddenly gets with the wimpiest kid he used to torture and nobody knows wtf happened and then the wimpy kid turns out to be a real emotional help for him and the bully tells the wimpy kid things that makes them learn about each other while still somewhat keeping that bully attitude. M’yeees.

any platonic tropes you particularly enjoy ? Siblings. I like how sibling relationships work like.. Having an older sister who is really badass and always helps you out, or an annoying little brother that pops in at the worst possible time. I think you can do a lot with that. Otherwise I really like big, scary men and little girls/boys as in some kind of father and adopted child relationship. You have this scary dude sit there with tiny teacups so the little kid doesn’t get sad, hah. Bonus points when the scary dude is also a monster that cuddles with the teeny character.

any antagonistic tropes you particularly enjoy ? BOI.. You came to the right person. Villains are my thing. I love villains. I can barely count the amount of villains in my hall of fame. To just name a few, I really like the crazy type. The kind of villain that has obviously lost their marbles. You can tell from the way they dress, act and everyone knows that they got a few screws loose which makes them really unpredictable and everyone is scared of them, even the other bad guys! ( for example The Joker or Vaas Montenegro ). Another type which is more of an Anti Hero Type, yet I count them as villains cause they put their life above others in order to reach the goals, they think are just. These gritty, dark types everybody tries to understand, yet their world view is so wraped cause they are so bitter. ( For example Alex Mercer ),

what are your preferred thread types ? It depends on the roleplay. I prefer to do crack in short replies to get a quick back and forth, in order to keep the current joke alive. Long posts don’t really work like that. But big plot roleplays or angsty roleplays where you have to describe how a character feels in this moment, has to be para. I love reading a lot about the other muse. The more information I get, the more I can work with it in order to write my own reply. I just think people should remember that you don’t have to describe exactly every little thing in detail ( like the weather etc ), otherwise reading gets tedious.

what are your favorite types of interactions ? On this blog, that would be Damien hanging out with his friends, them getting up to all kinds of shenanigans or Damien arguing with authority figures. Just so his punk side can really shine. I love when characters immediately find something to bond over, or end up hating each others guts. As long as its not this awkward back and forth, I take it!

what’s on your wishlist ? what sorts of threads / plots / relationships are you craving right now ? Oh man, I know that might sound kinda selfish but I’d really like to have more threads with people noticing that Damien isn’t being himself fully? Most of his classmates admire or fear him, but no one has picked up on how much he pretends to be someone he’s not entirely. Yes, he loves the shit he does and stands behind all his deicisons but he only publicly indulges in those things and not things he also wants to do, like the haircutting thing, simply out of the fear of ruining the image his dad’s kinda created for him with the way they raised him as some kind of warrior in a men household.

It would just really help me with character development because this is such a big part of his character and I think it makes his whole carachter way more interesting. And the relationships I mentioned above! Maybe even a combination of that. Gladly, me and @thezomblr already worked on something along those lines, in a way that we could both develop our muses and I’m really thankful for that ❤ ❤ I just invite everyone else to come to me with ideas like that, I would be all over it, trust me.

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danfanciesphil · 6 years

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How about they meet while teaching in the same school au? I know there are already ones like this but idk

i like this one.

thank you, honey x

It had never been Dan’s first choice, career-wise.

As a matter of fact, throughout his university years, he’d always looked upon his graduate friends with scorn if they’d gone into predictable, un-specialist jobs like marketing or real estate - things that have nothing to do with the degrees they spent three or four years obtaining.

But then university had ended, and Dan had been thrown, quite unprepared, into the cutthroat world of job-seeking.

He’d tried, of course, to find jobs in his field, but as it turns out, there aren’t many people in need of sociology majors nowadays. He’d flirted with the idea of doing a masters course, but that shit is expensive, and by the time he’d gotten around to considering applications, the deadline had already passed.

So, he’s twenty-two, fresh out of Manchester University, all but still clutching his freshers-week wristband, with no prospects whatsoever, and a rapidly depleting bank account. With his rent deadline looming over closer, he decides to just suck it up and look on his university’s ‘graduate scheme’ page.

Marketing is definitely out, as Dan can’t stand the way people in those jobs talk. The idea of driving the young, naiive hopefuls that he once was around to different shitty flats and house shares in a company Fiat, lying through his teeth to persuade them to part with their maintenance loans for a damp-riddled, cockroach-infested prison cell is also too much to bear.

So, with reluctance, Dan starts looking through the adverts for the one job he thinks he can just about handle, and that might have a chance of taking him on:

Teaching Assistant.

Low pay, early mornings, and screaming adolescents five days a week. The idea of it iss not appealing.

Nevertheless, he diligently sends out his CV and some cover letters to local secondary schools, then quickly closes all tabs pertaining to it in order to watch some Stranger Things.

The following morning, he wakes up to an email inviting him for an interview.

Four months of training, a fuck ton of reading manuals, health and safety guides, curriculums and other such palava, Dan finds himself being led down an eerily empty school corridor towards his first actual class.

Even the tapping of his shoes against the shiny linoleum floor of this place is beginning to bring back horrible high-school memories. He shudders, asking himself for the umpteenth time why the fuck he ever took this stupid job.

Think of the money, he tells himself.

“…so don’t expect the students to be too enthused.” Vice Principal Green finishes, briskly striding along just ahead of Dan.

“I’m sorry?” Dan asks.

Vice Principal Green looks over his shoulder. “I was just saying that as it’s the first day back, the students will likely be a little more… sluggish than usual.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry!” Vice Principal Green says brightly, his cheeks rosy as he gives Dan a broad smile. “I’m sure you and Mr Lester will get them back into their regular rhythms soon enough!”

“Yeah,” Dan says, smiling back. He doesn’t add that the idea of motivating a shit-ton of sullen teenagers to do schoolwork after a month and a half of fucking around all summer is petrifying. “Mr Lester? Is that-”

“That’s who you’ll be assisting for your first lesson, yes.” VP Green says, coming to a halt outside a door marked ‘Classroom 9′. “He’s been a history professor here for two years now. You’re in luck, as he’s an excellent teacher, and particularly popular amongst the students. It’s always much harder for the TA’s if the teacher is incompetent or disliked.”

“Oh…” Dan says, feeling his stomach quiver. “Well, that’s… good, I guess.”

“Yes, there’s no better person to get your bearings with, I assure you.”

Dan nods, eyeing the closed door in front of them with a modicum of fear. Behind it is a class of twenty-six Year Nine students, all of whom he is going to have to help this ‘Mr Lester’ to control.

Dan’s never liked teenagers anyway. He didn’t even like being one.

Why the hell did he take this job?

“Well then, unless you have any more questions, it’s almost nine o’clock.” VP Green says, glancing at the watch on his wrist. “Ready to be thrown to the lions?”

Dan laughs politely, but it comes out sounding nervous and weak. Embarrassingly, VP Green places a reassuring hand on Dan’s shoulder, smiling that broad smile again.

“Brave face, Daniel!” VP Green says. “Or should I say, Mr Howell.”

Dan swallows, hating the sound of that already. “Right.”

Then, VP Green is removing his hand and opening the door in front of them.

There’s a hum of chatter amongst the students as they converse excitedly about their summers, catching up with one another after the long break. They’re sat in pairs, two to a table, though they lean across chairs and kneel beside one another in order to be able to speak with their friends.

Just as Dan remembers it, the faint scent of Lynx body spray and that suffocating girly equivalent hovers in the air. Apart from the fact that the girls in this class seem to have Cara Delevigne eyebrows painted onto their faces, and the boys are all sporting that haircut with the shaved sides and the quiff, Dan imagines he could be walking into his own class back in Reading.

War flashbacks attack him from all sides.

“Ah, Mr Lester,” VP Green bellows, grinning widely. “Glad to see you’ve survived the long break!”

Dan turns his head, watching VP Green stride from the door towards the front of the classroom, over towards a wooden desk in the corner, beside which stands a tall young man in a red and black checkered shirt.

The young man grins back, placing the papers back down upon his desk as he shakes the outstretched hand extended towards him by the Vice Principal.

“Hah, I thought about running off and never returning, but alas-” he places a dramatic hand over his heart, gazing out at the uninterested teenagers before him. “Their thirst for knowledge is a siren call.”

VP Green laughs heartily, clapping him on the shoulder.

Dan just blinks in astonishment at the display. This man surely cannot be the famed ‘Mr Lester’ that was described to him a few minutes ago.

For a start, the guy looks to be about Dan’s age. Perhaps a little older, as it’s difficult to tell with young men in their twenties, but definitely not by much. Also, he’s… attractive.

Never once in all of Dan’s years of education has he ever felt anything more than a mild appreciation for his teachers or professors. Most of the time, he actually loathes them.

To find one of the various downtrodden, weary, moody people Dan has had teaching him over the years attractive is something so alien to him that he can barely begin to comprehend it.

But here is Mr Lester, looking like a damn snack in his short sleeved plaid, his thick-rimmed, scene-y glasses, and his actual goddamn skinny jeans. Dan has no idea how to respond.

“Who’s the lanky nonce gawping at Mr Lester, sir?” A boy at the back of the class shouts, hauling Dan out of his inappropriate thoughts at once.

Both VP Green and Mr Lester turn to the door, still smiling.

“Ah, yes.” VP Green says, remembering Dan at last. “Everyone, take your seats now, that’s it. I’m going to introduce to you our newest Teaching Assistant, Mister Howell.”

Dan gives the class an awkward wave. “Hi.”

“Good morning, Mister Howell.” The class sings in one, unified, monotone.

It’s unexpected, and Dan stands like a lemon for a moment, dumbed by the strange, cult-like chant.

“Um, g-good morning.”

“Hey, knock it off you lot.” Mr Lester says around a wry smile. “He knows this isn’t Primary School. No more teasing the new TA on his first day, alright?”

The class chuckles, and Phil grins at them all, shaking his head in mock-disapproval. His tongue peeks through the thin gap between his two rows of teeth as he smiles; Dan instantly melts at the sight of this.

“Right, well I’ll be leaving you in Mr Lester’s capable hands,” VP Green says to Dan, clapping him once on the shoulder. He glances at Mr Lester apologetically. “Sorry, but I must run - first day back and everything. A thousand things to do. Are you alright to introduce yourselves?”

“No problem,” Mr Lester says brightly. He places his hand on Dan’s upper back. “I’ll take care of him.”

VP Green nods, smiling at them both before walking to the door. He waves to the class, none of whom seem to notice, and then disappears into the hall, closing the door behind him.

Dan swallows, realising that now he is truly on his own. Well, apart from Mr Lester, that is.

Gathering himself, Dan turns to shake Mr Lester’s hand. He has warm, large hands, which are surprisingly soft to the touch. He draws his own hand away quickly, cheeks warming as he realises what a weirdo he’s being for even noticing something like that.

“Hey,” Mr Lester says, quieter now, so the kids won’t hear. “I’m Phil. Welcome to the Algerian War.”

“Cool, I’m Dan- wait, what?”

Phil just grins enigmatically, then spins on his heel to face the front of the class.

“Right gang! We’ve got an hour.” Phil says, clapping his hands together. “You know the drill, get the tables out of the way, c’mon.”

“Um…” Dan stutters. “Sorry, what is happening right now?”

Phil laughs at Dan’s bewildered expression as the students hop animatedly out of their seats. Scraping sounds fill the air as they push their tables and chairs to the edges of the room, leaving a huge space in the centre.

“You’ll see,” Phil says, whispering it into Dan’s ear.

Not realising Phil had gotten that close, Dan shudders, somewhat embarrassingly. He can smell the toothpaste Phil must have brushed his teeth with this morning on his breath.

Oblivious to Dan’s reaction - thank God - Phil turns his attention back to the class. “Okay, yeah, but let’s use the tables to make two sets of barricades- yep one on either side of the room. That’s it, Jonah! Yeah, stack ‘em up Katie! Why not?“

“I’m not sure they covered this in training…” Dan says as Phil walks boldly into the space created in the centre, surveying the work of the students.

“Looks good guys!” Phil says, ignoring Dan entirely now. “Let’s get these barricades up quickly. Do you hear the people sing…?”

The students groan at the sound of Phil’s off-key singing, and Dan barks a laugh, unable to believe that Mr Lester, supposed genius history teacher, just launched into the chorus of a Les Misérables song in the middle of class.

Phil turns to face him then, grinning happily. “Get involved, Mr Howell!” He urges, walking over to grab Dan by the arm. “Are you my TA or not?”

“Well, yeah but… what do you want me to do?”

“Are you deaf? We’re making our barricades!”

So, not knowing how else to proceed, Dan obediently begins helping a nearby bunch of thirteen to fourteen year olds stack the tables and chairs until they have made a pretty impressive (and moderately safe) barricade.

“Okay!” Phil cries in a surprisingly loud, deep voice. “Right, if you’re born in the months of July to December, get on the right side of the room. If you’re born from January to June, left side.”

Dan stays on the left as instructed, listening in wonder to whatever this peculiar, charismatic man is about to say.

“So, the Algerian war.” Phil says, hands on his hips. “Who knows what it was about?”

A hush falls over the classroom. Dan has to admit, even he has no clue on this one.

“Who knows when it was?” Phil asks.

Again, he is met with silence.

“Where it was fought?”

Phil waits, sweeping his laser-blue eyes over the blank faces. He lands on Dan, smirking. “Mr Howell? Any ideas on this one?”

Absurdly, Dan blushes, feeling as though he’s just been singled out by one of his own teachers. He reminds himself that this is merely a replica of a traumatic time, and that he is actually in charge here, with Phil. He and Phil are - supposedly - on the same team.

Nevertheless, he doesn’t know the answer.

For some reason though, he decides to give it a shot. “Uh, Algeria?”

The class titters, and Phil smiles. “Good work, Mr Howell. Gold star.”

Just before Phil turns away, Dan swears he sees him wink.

“See?” Phil asks the others. “Not all my questions are designed to trick you.”

Over the next few minutes, Phil uses a variety of bizarre techniques to supply the class with the answers to the questions he just posed - including a game of charades, a session of mime, an actual interpretive dance, and signing.

He is theatrical in his movements, and seems to be well aware that the class is laughing at him as he clumsily acts out the French revolution of May 1968, using every mildly offensive French stereotype in the book in order to do it.

He laughs along with the rest of them, apparently more than happy to be the butt of their teenage jokes as long as the answer comes out eventually. Dan watches his unusual technique in amazement, finding that even he is learning, without really meaning to, as well as laughing along, enjoying himself with the others.

Eventually, Phil moves to the front of the class, standing on his desk. He throws his arms wide, letting the groans and ‘sir, what’re you doin’ mate’ comments bounce off his chest.

“Right!” Phil announces. “The year is 1954! It is time for the war to commence!”

Dan raises an eyebrow, smirking at the display.

“Those of you on the left are the Algerian natives fighting for independence from the French colony!” Phil declares, gesturing at Dan and his troop of thirteen year olds. He catches Dan’s eye, smiling mischievously. “And those of you on the right are the French military, determined to stop this uprising before it becomes outright anarchy!”

“Wait,” Dan says, “we’re not actually gonna-”

“Trois, deux, un… fight!” Phil cries, jumping down from his desk as an unholy roar erupts throughout the class.

To Dan’s utter horror, the students run at each other from opposing sides, their fingers becoming guns, their rulers and pencils transforming into knives and swords.

Phil sidles over to him, nudging him in the side. “Why are you waiting on the sidelines, Dan? You’re letting the Algerians down!”

Dan cannot speak. He watches as the students wrestle each other to the ground, fake-throttling one another, pretending to stab and wound and maim.

Every single one of them is immersed in the imaginary bloodshed, their school-kid personalities gone for the time being. For now, Dan realises, each of these children is a soldier in the Algerian war.

“This is amazing.” Dan can’t help saying.

He shakes his head, marvelling as he watches a ‘French militant’ straddle a wounded ‘Algerian’, pinning her to the floor. She struggles against her oppressor’s grip in vain.

“How dare you steal our land and our produce!” The ‘Algerian’ girl cries bitterly. “The Islamic people of Algeria were peaceful until you came and colonised us you fucking French frogs!”

“Silence, citizen!” The ‘French militant’ snarls. “We dragged your sorry excuse for a country out of the depths of poverty! What use will this insubordination bring you? Do you know how many would die to be French?”

The ‘Algerian’ girl spits at him. “Good for them! Because I’d rather die than become French!”

“Then die you shall!”

He mimes stabbing the ‘Algerian’ girl through the heart. She chokes, then falls silent, her head lolling to the side. Dan wants to give the two of them a round of applause.

“They get really into it.” Phil muses happily, still beside Dan. “History is so much more exciting when you can really put yourself in the shoes of the people involved. That’s what I find, anyway.”

Dan turns to Phil, feeling pretty dazed by him at this point. The azure blue of his eyes locks onto Dan’s, drowning him in skies and oceans and bubblegum ice cream.

“You’re not like any teacher I’ve ever met.” Dan says quietly, a little dizzy still.

The shrieks and clatters of the warring teenagers still echoes around the room, creating a strange, lively atmosphere.

“In a good way?”

Dan considers this. If he’d had a history teacher as cool and exciting as Phil when he was in school, he almost definitely would have learned substantially more than he did. Either that, or he’d know a lot less, because there’s an equally good chance he’d spend every history lesson staring at, and fantasising about, his hot teacher.

“Definitely a good way.” Dan answers,

Phil smirks, and Dan almost collapses at the sight of it. “That’s good.”

“Why is that good?”

Phil chuckles lowly. He takes a step closer to Dan, making his lungs seize up.

“Think I might get jealous if you had a different favourite teacher to work with.”

Dan swallows, trying very, very hard to see this obvious flirtation as something entirely platonic.

“Well… it’s only my first lesson on my first day.” Dan says, sounding bolder than he feels. “I’ve got classes with plenty of other teachers yet.”

Phil nods, running his gaze quickly up and down Dan’s body. “I see, so you’re not picking favourites just yet?”

Dan grins at him. “Not yet.”

“Hm,” Phil nods, turning away with a smirk. All of a sudden, the bell rings. “Alright everyone, cease fire! Time to head to your next classes. Let’s get these tables back in order before we leave, shall we?”

“Wait!” A long, dark haired girl interrupts, indignant. “Sir, who won the war? Don’t leave us hanging!”

“Ah,” Phil grins. “An excellent question, the answer to which…” He pauses dramatically. “I will be saving for next class!”

There’s an enormous, collective groan. Dan marvels at it, wondering if he’s ever groaned in frustration at a class being cut short before.

The students chatter animatedly as they restore order to the classroom, and Dan helps them get everything back into place. At last, they’re all filing out of the door towards their next lessons, and Dan breathes a sigh of exhaustion.

He turns to Phil, feeling a little nervous at the prospect of being alone with him.

“Okay, well it was good to meet you.” Dan says, suddenly a polite, nervous wreck.

Phil laughs at him, but walks over and smiles, reaching out his hand. “You too, Dan.” They shake hands, but this time Dan doesn’t let go quite as fast. “Thank you for putting up with all the madness. You actually coped pretty well! I’m impressed. Most TA’s take a while to warm up to my… methods.”

“I’m not most TA’s.” Dan says, meaning it as a joke.

Phil regards him with a tilted head, still smiling. “No, I get the sense you’re not.”

Dan coughs, reddening. “Well, I should get to my next class.”

“See you in 1962?”

“Hah,” Dan responds, “yeah.”

He turns to leave, desperately floundering for some sort of witty, charming and flirtatious remark to leave Phil with.

“Oh, Dan?” Phil asks, and Dan whirls to face him, a little too eagerly perhaps.

“Yep?”

“Keep me updated on your list of favourite teachers, yeah?”

Dan smiles, nodding. “Afraid you’ve got some competition in this school?”

“Mrs Laughton might be sixty-three and have a permanent scowl tattooed onto her face, but she’s got a certain… je ne sais quoi.” Phil says, leaning back onto his desk. He gives Dan a wink. “She could steal your top spot.”

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” Dan tells him honestly. Phil smiles broadly, a glimmer of something caught in the crystal blue of his eye.

Then, because he’s embarrassed, Dan ducks out of the room.

Needless to say, every single one of his other classes that day seems spectacularly dull. He finds himself thinking about Phil throughout most of them anyway, barely able to focus on what the teachers are saying.

The bell rings for lunch, at last, and Dan breathes a sigh of relief, heading down to the staffroom. He’s boiling the kettle for a much needed cup of coffee when he feels a presence beside him. Startled, he looks up, straight into the blue eyes of Phil Lester.

“So?” Phil asks, smiling cheekily. “Any new contenders for Dan’s favourite teacher?”

Dan smiles, feeling his cheeks glow with warmth. He shrugs, attempting to be enigmatic as he pours the boiling water into his mug.

“Maybe.”

“Ooh, mysterious.” Phil says, catching on. “Keep me guessing. I like it.”

Dan coughs, his blush deepening. “It takes a lot to impress me, I’ll have you know.”

“Hmm, interesting.” Phil says, watching Dan pour the milk into his mug. “Maybe I’ll have to introduce a new topic next week. Something more stimulating than the Algerian war.”

Dan raises an eyebrow at him. “Oh? Just for me?”

“I think you underestimate my commitment to being top of your favourite teacher list.”

“So what topic could you introduce to peak my interest?” Dan asks, smirking.

Without a word, Phil plucks the coffee mug from Dan’s hand and takes a sip, never breaking eye contact. “Well, around the time of the Algerian war, France was going through a kind of …decadent phase, liberally speaking.”

“Decadent?” Dan echoes, preoccupied with watching how Phil’s lips curl around the rim of the mug.

“The lefties were chagrinned about all the censorship laws and the capitalist infrastructure of the Fifth Republic, so they acted out.” Phil explains, handing Dan his coffee back. “They made saucy films, wrote erotic novels, cavorted with each other as much as possible.”

“I’m not sure that’s classroom appropriate, Phil.” Dan laughs, feeling the butterflies begin to burst from their chrysalis’ in his belly.

“Yeah, you’re prob’ly right.” Phil agrees, eyes dragging over Dan’s body again.

Dan blushes, sipping his coffee and nodding. Phil stands up straight, as if he’s about to leave. Just before he does, he leans in close to Dan, their faces dangerously close.

“Maybe we should save that lesson for after class.”

Before Dan can respond, Phil has drifted away, already immersed in conversation with Mrs Laughton, a geography teacher.

For fuck’s sake, Dan thinks, trying to will his brain to calm down after that unexpected comment, he absolutely cannot let himself get involved with a teacher.

No matter how intimidatingly hot and amazing he is.

Dan watches Phil talk animatedly at the sour-faced Mrs Laughton, and realises belatedly that he’s actually biting his lip. Fuck. This is going to be one frustrating year.

(Part Two!)

#anon #ellen answers #prompts #teacher au #phan au #phanfic #hope u like it!#i would potentially expand this it was super cool and fun #also im doing may 68 in france and the algerian war in my film class lmaooo #who says fanfiction can't be informative as well as fun??#this was technically revision for me right??

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OH HELL YEAH ANON-CHAN!

You can be Ballsy Anon-chan because does Agon understand no? No.

Agon didn’t underestand why you preferred Unko-chan over him.

Come on, it was Unko-chan.

As in his untalented, insanely average, plain and boring older brother. Seriously, could anyone get any more boring than Unsui.

And also, when did the baldie find the time to land a hottie like you? Unsui was always off meditating or studying or practicing. His older brother lived and breathed Amefuto.

He honestly thought you were either seriously stupid or insanely misinformed—surely, someone of your beauty had mistaken Unsui for him. Though, if you did, then you still were very stupid.

Which was why he was rather aggressively hitting on you.

And spectacularly failing.

“Sorry, Kongo-kun—“

“Agon,” he purred, tucking his shades into his shirt, and bringing his face closer to yours. “Call me Agon, at least ________-chan.”

You made a face at the honorific. “Kongo-kun, I’m dating Unsui-kun. Y’know, your older brother?”

Agon scowled, snatching himself away from you and distancing himself as if you were diseased, “Hah? Are you blind? I’m obviously the better choice.”

You stood firm under his scathing glare. “First of all, you’re identical twins, ecxept I think Unsui-kun has the more practical haircut.”

Agon snorted, crossing his arms. “So what? You’re doing this because you actually like Unko-chan—“

“Don’t call him that.”

Quikcer than your eyes could follow, Agon had snatched your chin into one hand and was now applying just the right amount of force that made your jaw hurt. His other hand was clutching your collar just as tightly while simueltaneously lifting you off the ground so your toes dangles over the pavement.

“Ah? Who you think you’re talking to like that? Trash.”

You glared at him, fighting against his grip to get your two cents in. “I like Unsui-kun because he’s Unsui-kun. He isn’t you, and that’s all the reason I need—“

You gasped in pain as Agon unceremoniously dropped you flat on your ass. His expression was even but his eyes were murderous. Then his face molded into that annoyingly arrogant self-satisfied smirk as he padded over to your crumpled form.

“I see, this is some kind of ploy, yeah? To make me jealous enough to want in your pants? Ah, Trash?”

You pushed yourself up. “Did you know? Some people actually like actual nice guys like your brother. Not the arrogant, annoying and overly smug, cocky asshole, bad boy types like you.”

“Unko-chan knows how to pick one with a mouth, I wonder how much prettier it’d be on my cock,” he sneered, hand on his belt.

You backed up at the not so subtle threart. You remembered what Unsui said about Agon. The genius got everything he ever wanted because of his talent. Which left your boyfriend more than a little self conscious.

You hated that he felt like that.

“Look, do whatever you want, asshole, but you know what? That isn’g going to make me like you more! Fun fact? I hate you! I love Unsui-kun! There! I hope your dumbass understand that! He’s better than you. And always will be.”

You closed your eyes, nervously waiting for Agon’s no doubt violent vengence.

Agon looked at you, your body curled in on itself in fear, eyes closed tightly and waiting.

Pathetic. “Tch, you’re pathetic. Why am I wasting my time on trash like you?”

You bit back a snarky reply as he left you there, only opening your eyes when you couldn’t hear his footsteps any more. Shakily, you got to your feet and breathed ina sigh of relief.

Unsui was right. Agon was absolutely fucking crazy.

As Agon walked away, a begrudging smile flit across his lips for the briefest of moments before it returned to a neutral yet glowering expression.

Unko-chan finally had someone.

...That...That was a first.

(He loved his brother despite all things.)

#Kongo Ago #Kongo Unsui #Shinryuuji Naga #Eyeshield 21 #ES21 #sports anime #sports manga #manga #anime #Kongo Twins

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two-friends-read-hp · 4 years

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Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: The Goblet of Fire

Ah, now we’re talking… Let’s get this plot moving!

Can you imagine your crush*coughcough* I mean “favourite quidditch player” just showing up at your school because apparently he hasn’t graduated yet? And now your school has to host his school for this deadly tournament? The fanfiction writes itself...

Lol, the girls looking around for quills, and that girl who’s wondering if he’ll sign her hat in lipstick, I have news for you: HE’S GOING TO BE HERE FOR THE REST OF THE SCHOOL YEAR. RELAX.

Ron!! Not you too!!

Is there really a place for all the students at the regular house tables? I seriously overestimated the amount of students that go to this school… or even the other schools

Of course the Dumstrang students went to the Slytherin table

Lol remember how smug Malfoy was when he thought he was going to be best friends with Harry Potter? And now he’s trying the same thing with Krum?

Haha, saying the Dumstrang students look “a lot happier than the Beauxbatons lot” really says a lot about Beauxbatons

Lol, the Hogwarts students laughing when the Beauxbatons students stood up when their headmistress entered the room says a lot about the discipline of Hogwarts students

Ugh, I take back what I said about the Beauxbatons’ discipline, a girl just derisively laughed in the middle of Dumbledore’s speech

Lol, Ron, it’s just French cuisine, it’s not even from the outside of Europe

There were barely twenty additional students there????? How many students go to these schools???? Ten each?????

OMG is derisive-laugh-girl Fleur Delacour??

Lol, Hermione’s just not having a good day today is she

Hahaha “‘They don’t make them like that at Hogwarts!’ ‘They make them okay at Hogwarts,’ said Harry without thinking. Cho happened to be sitting only a few places away from the girl with the silvery hair.”

“‘When you’ve both put your eyes back in,’ said Hermione briskly, ‘you’ll be able to see who’s just arrived.’” LOL, love you, Hermione

Ooooh, it’s starting!

Haha Bartemius sounds dumb, Bartholomew sounds cooler

Oh was Bagman working on the Triwizard Tournament for the last few months? Is that why he wasn’t really doing anything at the Quidditch World Cup? Or is he just a slacker? I guess we’ll have to find out…

Oh so there’ll be five judges, and it’s good that two of them are somewhat impartial…

Dennis Creevey stood on his chair and still couldn’t see?? How tiny is he?? Were other people standing on chairs too??

Do children really need to be tested on their ability to cope with danger? I understand the testing of their magical prowess, their powers of deduction and even their daring, but do we really need to willingly put them in danger?? Is it really that entertaining?

Ooooh finally, they’re talking about the Goblet of Fire!

Also if I didn’t already know what the Goblet of Fire was, I would absolutely be confused by those words. To start with, I didn’t even know what the word ‘goblet’ meant at the age I was when Goblet of Fire was released, and even if I did, I would have wondered if the goblet itself was made of fire, and what on earth made Rowling even come up with it?

Also I feel like Harry Potter and the Triwizard Tournament would’ve been a better title for this book… mainly because the Goblet of Fire is talked about only in a couple of chapters I think… it’s never really mentioned again after the champions have been chosen and the Tournament is under way. So if the reason for the title is only mentioned in a few chapters, then the book could’ve been called Harry Potter and the Maze of Death, or Harry Potter and the Golden Egg, or even Harry Potter and the Riddle House! It’s mentioned more than the Goblet of Fire I think! I guess the whole plot kind of depends on the Goblet, so maybe that’s why it was named after it? And maybe Triwizard Tournament is a bit on the nose… Goblet of Fire really does make you wonder what the book could possibly be about without really giving anything away. Ok, I guess that whole rant was for no reason lol

Oh it’s a wooden cup. And it’s large. One large goblet of fire please

Oh wow the cup was full of flames while it was in the bejeweled chest?

Lol now that we know what the Goblet of Fire is, the question still remains, how is it going to choose champions? LET’S FIND OUT

Oh wow they only have twenty-four hours to decide if they want to be champions? Oh wait, Dumbledore already told them about it earlier, so I guess they had enough time to decide

Of course they’re going to pick the names on Halloween night, everything important in the Harry Potter universe happens on Halloween night

Please be very sure you want to enter the death tournament, as there is no backing out after you enter, so no pressure

Why are Fred and George still keen on entering this tournament? Why am I wasting my time asking?

Ah, I see, people only see the glory and can’t really see what it will take to get the glory

Lol, the other hopeful Dumstrang boy asking Karkaroff for wine when Krum just turned down his offer… the poor fool

Now that I know Karkaroff has white hair, I keep imagining him looking like Saruman the White, but with a haircut… y’know?

Ooh, Karkaroff found Harry

Hah, now they’re all staring at Harry like how Ron was staring at Krum, the Dumstrang students are probably used to being around a famous person though

Oooh, Halloween was on a Saturday!

Lol, I bet Dumbledore already knew that Fred and George were gonna try this

Oh ok, it’s because he knew in general that some of his students would absolutely try this

Aww, Dumbledore complimented their beards! That’s sweet of him

Oh wow, I just realised that this chapter is pretty long

Hey, how come Lee didn’t try it out? Unless they transformed before he could jump in so he was saved the trouble of even trying

You mean to say there aren’t already live bats around the enchanted ceiling? Or do they only come out at Halloween?

Hey! Don’t be calling Warrington a sloth! Sloths are cute! Don’t insult sloths

Tbh I think a Slytherin champion would be perfect, they’re shrewd, cunning, ambitious, and I feel like they would actually weigh the pro’s and con’s before taking the leap (I’m looking at you, Gryffindors)

Ooooh, go Angelina Johnson!

Why is everyone hating on Cedric? He seems like a nice person… when Harry fell off his broom last year he wanted to forfeit his win because he didn’t know that happened when he caught the snitch. He’s even in Hufflepuff for goodness sake! I guess people are just jealous that he’s nice and has good looks

“‘Yeah, better you than Pretty-Boy Diggory,’ said Seamus, causing several Hufflepuffs passing their table to scowl heavily at him.” I love that the worst thing the Hufflepuffs do in this moment is ‘heavily scowl at him’

Come on Ron, you’re really asking what’s with Hermione constantly advocating for house-elf rights?? It’s Hermione! Have you ever known her to not do anything at a 110% capacity?

Ah, yes, it’s the veela-girl

“‘What d’you reckon’ll happen to the ones who aren’t chosen?’ Ron muttered to harry as the veela-girl dropped her parchment into the Goblet of Fire. ‘Reckon they’ll go back to school, or hang around to watch the tournament?’” Ohhh ok, so did they just invite the students that were eligible for the tournament to Hogwarts?? Because then that would explain the numbers

I think the skrewts are probably the worst thing about this book

I guess Fred and George can’t actually just shave their beards, they’re probably magical… Is Dumbledore’s beard magical I wonder?

Oooh, the school champions are going to be announced! Exciting!

Poor Hagrid… he’s just trying his best to look good!

There’s a lot of love in the air lol

They’ve finally finished eating! Here we go…

I didn’t expect to be this excited lol

How does Dumbledore know that the Goblet will be ready in one minute?

Oooh, the lights have been dimmed! Sort of!

It’s starting…!

The champion for Dumstrang!

Ah, who’d’ve guessed it would be Viktor Krum? Everyone apparently

Beauxbatons!!

Did Joanne mean for Fleur Delacour’s name to rhyme?

Oh, also, I just realised that Beauxbatons means ‘beautiful…. batons’ I guess, and Fleur Delacour means ‘flower of the court’...

Ah yes, we find out now that derisive-laugh, veela-girl is Fleur Delacour

Oh wow, the other Beauxbatons students didn’t take that well at all

Ooooh, now comes the moment of truth! Hogwarts championnnnn!

Cedriiccccc!!! Wooowoo!! Hufflepuuuufffff!!!!!

Boo Ron!! And yaay Hufflepuffs!! The whole house got on their feet!! They’re probably excited because for once it wasn’t Slytherin or Gryffindor stealing the limelight

Ohh the Goblet of Fire has turned red again?? Whatever for? All the champions have been picked haven’t they?? Hmm, strange indeed…

It seems the Goblet of Fire wants to stir up some drama here… is it sentient?

Harry Potter?? No that can’t be… How can his name be entered into a dangerous tournament that can almost definitely result in his untimely death? How could such a thing happen to this boy?? Strange times indeed… NEXT CHAPTER!

Chapter 17

#HPGOF #Harry Potter #harry potter and the goblet of fire #hp gof #harry potter thoughts #harry potter reread

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franeridart · 7 years

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WHERE IS LAVI

Sadly all my magic rituals to try and scry directly inside Hoshino’s mind haven’t worked just yet, so I can’t answer this question - also, looks like DGM isn’t in the line-up for Jump SQ Crown this month either :( so we won’t know for at least another four months still - since Lavi’s my absolute most fave and thinking about the situation he’s in makes me feel literal pain and no actual solution to it seems to want to come any time soon, I try to think about it as little as I can. After six years of waiting for him denial has become my best friend, anon 👍

Anon said:DID YOU SEE MY SON BEING CARRIED AROUND I LOVE HIM SO MUCHH

I’m gonna assume you’re talking about Shinsou! He was adorable, but lbr the habit Horikoshi has of having him and Tetsu always appear together kind of takes all my possible hype away from Shinsou to direct it on the shark child. I hope Horikoshi will stop doing that, actually

Anon said:Lmao, in the coffee shop au I noticed you drew Kaminari with his hair shorter in the back - did you do that so you could avoid drawing a mullet? I cry

Actually!!! I hadn’t thought about that! But there had to be a reason why he looked better like that JK I love Kaminari’s hair and haircut, he’s the only child I’m gonna accept having a sort-of-mullet and still looking fine as hell - it’s because his hair looks so soft? And silky? I kinda wanna braid it I should draw him with his hair braided

Anon said:You know, after last chapter, seeing Kirishima reassure Midoriya and telling him not to talk negatively about himself takes a whole new meaning. This boy, he really cares so much about other people than himself

I wouldn’t say he cares more for others than himself, but he definitely does have different standards for others compared to those he uses on himself - then again, isn’t that just how people with low self-esteem always act? BUT!!! I have all the good reasons to think that Bakugou’s words have significantly lessened Kirishima’s inferiority complex about his quirk (because I’m locating that chat before the license exam and when you think about it since around then Kiri has been acting more confidently !!!) so I don’t think you should worry too much anymore! Kirishima has Bakugou and Bakugou has Kirishima and they keep each other good and positive and that’s beautiful and I’m alive

Anon said:What is your full name, if you don’t mind me asking??

Why anon, isn’t Fran enough for you? *wiggle eyebrows* kidding, I’m assuming all my Italian friends have guessed already since it’s a pretty common name so it’s cool, you can know, my full name is Francesca. Though I’d really prefer it if you’d keep on calling me just Fran 👍

Anon said: Why are you so perfect

Hah I’m really, really, really not anon

Anon said: Honestly their hairs are so amazing in the last one and i absolutely love the way you never do the prompts the way they are expected and idk if you do it on purpose but its just amazing

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much????? And I wouldn’t say I do it on purpose, I just draw the first thing with a beginning and an ending I can manage to think about (fun fact, sometimes I deem the first thing too ridiculous or not good enough and I try to think about something else but by then the idea is there and I won’t be able to draw anything else r i p)

Anon said:Geez when Kiri called Baku manly and cool I was just like “end me” how did I not realize how precious he is in s1? He’s so frikkin adorable!

He doesn’t really do much in s1!!! But he is adorable isn’t he??? He’s the sun of my life I love him so much bless his gay heart

Anon said:I LOVE HOW YOU DRAW KUROO

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:I hope your happy you jelly bean! I started to watch boku no hero to understand the poly ship you ship. Now I can escape this hell cause I know I’ll read the manga next!

I actually am really damn happy!!!!! I hope you’ll enjoy it all till the very end if you do catch up, anon!! Come back and tell me who your fave is, once you’re done °O°

Anon said:Hinata forgot to spike the ball

HE DID I can’t believe that small adorable disaster of a boy how is he even still a regular oh my g O D I love him so much I can’t believe him what a good (mostly tho, he jumped like Hoshiumi holy FUCK I can’t wait to see that one work for him !!!)

Anon said:there’s a terushima week coming up soon?? might we see a cute bokuroteru maybe? :O

Since I’m literally just finding out about this, like, right now and the week starts in about three days or something I can’t really promise I will participate in it, anon ;;;—;;; I don’t have the time to plan for it at this point and in the same period there’s the bakushima week too (which I… still haven’t drawn anything for r I P) and !!!!! It’s just too little time BUT next month it’s polyship may!!! One prompt per day for the whole month and it’s all about polyships, I plan on drawing small doodles for all of them, or at least try, and bokuroteru will DEFINITELY be between the ot3s I’ll draw for!!!! I hope that’s good enough for you :( I’m actually so damn sad I just found out about this ;;;-;;;

Anon said:i think i’m in love with your art (especially youre bakushimanari and your bokuro to be honest !) because everytime i go on your blog i stay here for hours and hope it never end ! well, thank you for sharing all those cute art with us !! ♥

AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! I’m glad I can make you enjoy my lil blog that much??? This actually made me so happy oh my god (////▽////)

Anon said:How on Earth does Bakugou fit his giant bracers in the tiny briefcase thingy the school gives them to keep their costumes in, do you suppose?

The cases are bigger on the inside *doctor who theme playing in the distance* either that or he’s actually Mary Poppins, which wouldn’t be all that bad would it I’m laughing lmao

(when you think about it really huge costume pieces fit in a few other kids’ cases too - take Iida and Aoyama, or Kirishima’s gears, or Ochako’s arm pieces - so I’m just assuming the support kids are really really crafty… and Bakugou’s gauntlets can probs disassemble, he must take forever to gear up)

The real question here is why Hagakure needs a case at all

Anon said:now that i started reading bnha i appreciate your art alot more. I already loved your art even though i didnt know who all the character were who werent from voltron or hq

Ahhhhh thank you so much!!!!! I really really hope you’ll like the manga at least enough to keep reading, anon!!!

Anon said:I know it’s so rude but, is it somethin’ about Kuroo/Bakugou that makes Bokuto/Kirishima get hot to trot?

ANON I’m sorry but I can’t let myself answer even just vaguely nsfw asks - I just, even though I might have headcanons for these there is a certain line with nsfw I’m really not comfortable crossing and once you start answering this kind of questions it’s hard drawing that line and making it so that you’ll always be sure it will be respected and I just… really don’t want to get to the point where one day I’ll open my inbox and find something I’ll feel really uncomfortable with? Does that make sense??? aaaahhhhhhhh!!!!! I hope you’ll understand ;;-;;

Anon said:Bokutitties. what even. Reminds me of the Shimada brothers (do you play Overwatch??) and their left nipple that is always exposed

I don’t, but most of my dash does so I get what you’re talking about lmao I can 100% assure you it was an accidental coincidence, anon haha

Anon said:okey okey do i was thinking about your art of bakugou being cold and shit and i. i came up with this idea like, what if baku is that sort of person who hates socks? so hell go complain to kirishima and or kaminari about being cold and theyll just go; …..put on some goddamn socks

!!!!!!!!!!!! Anon you wanna know the best thing about this? If you keep an eye out for all the times you can see Bakugou’s ankles in the manga it seems like he actually never wears socks I’ll cry forever your headcanon might as well be canon what a blessed moment

Anon said:I see and accept your hero course sleeplessness and would like to raise it to the teachers giving puppet/shadow shows.

….you can’t make a shadow show without Tokoyami getting involved so I’ll assume he’ll find a way to wiggle into it too, and he’d bring Shouji with because his quirk could help - I bet my head you can’t have Aizawa participate even offering to pay him, and also that it probably started from Mic because he’s extra like that

most enthusiastic participants would be Snipe and Toshi, Cementoss would have no problems with it either and his quirk is handy for cool effects, Midnight is kind of live and let live about the whole deal but doesn’t mind stopping by to look at them making fools of themselves now and again - most of the students are like ???? why tho the first time because they aren’t kids anymore and there’s no reason for this, Iida though doesn’t even question sitting through the whole thing because it’s their teachers and it’s just the right thing to do, Izuku does the same but just because All Might, Ochako stays because Izuku and Iida stay, same for Todoroki, and if Ochako stays so does Tsuyu - Kirishima and Mina are the only actually enthusiastic ones out of Baku’s group but they got a way to bring all of the squad together for it anyway, Baku included, they’re noisy and pushy just enough for that… actually when I think about it in the end everyone would stay at least the first time for one reason or another , and then the show starts, and it’s with quirks and really out of scale on the special effects with microphones and bgm and shifting stages and so on and this was supposed to help the students with sleeplessness but at this point it’s just the teachers having fun and together with them the kids as well no one goes to sleep any time soon when they put together a show lbr

#fran answers #so many #words #r i p #anonymous

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iron-halt · 7 years

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The Tuesday I Made Him Laugh (and he ran into a door)

02/28/17

Now, unlike the last day I was with him, I didn’t write down nearly as much as I’d planned, but there are some moments I have to share as they’re too cute to keep to myself!

First, I’m there early and the physics teacher unlocked Halt’s door for me. So, I’m standing in front of the class, propping the door open (like Halt does on occasion) and Halt comes in the side door with his bike. He sees that I’m talking to another student that neither of us like (I have a bit more professional courtesy than Halt) but when he sees me he says his routine “Mornin’, Alyss. Nice shoes.” and immediately gives this other student a hateful look and yells “SCRAM.” Like, Halt, honey, nobody uses that word anymore. Nonetheless, it was hilarious to see that kid turn around and high-tail it out of there. I follow him into the classroom and he puts his bike away and takes off his helmet. Today, of all days, his hair is MAXIMUM messy; I’m not sure how long I can let that last because if he doesn’t fix it I sure will. When he comes back, I finally notice that he still has his curls (again, I’ve been gone for a few weeks so I’m relieved he didn’t get a haircut in that time)

He just ran into the door oh my god. He had a cup of coffee In his right hand and he swung the door open really fast (it’s on a tight spring) and I guess he was too distracted (he was looking at me like he was about to tell me something funny) and the door shuts a bit too quickly and he gets a direct hit to his left shoulder. He grunted and looked around like “holy shit, hope nobody saw that.” Of course, no one did except for me. (At this point I thought I was having déjà vu and I totally was - I’ve definitely had a dream where he ran into the back door in the same fashion)

At one point, He’s trying to explain why the equilibrium curve and someone says something along the lines of “It’s linear, like taxes!” And Halt makes a comment about how our president doesn’t pay taxes.

At this point, E (@tcer-csience-history-45) and I get into a conversation about how this one guy who sits in the front row next to me is totally crushing on me. We say how pathetic most of the guys our age are, for example, this kid is trying to impress me or something and he keeps trying to make eye contact with me and show me how cool he is. I wish I could just tell him how unappealing he is and that the only person in the room I want to be with is the teacher. Also, whenever Halt sees boys trying to hit on me he gets SUPER protective and won’t stop talking to me since he knows I’ll shut out anyone else if he’s talking. Usually, other kids see that I’m paying way more attention to Halt than to them and they shut right up. Plus, Halt probably gives them dirty looks so they’re too scared to get in his way.

Okay, actually the cutest thing I’ve ever seen him do is laugh like he just did. He said something and I heard my name, so I assume he’s talking about something I did last year, and I give him an “I don’t wanna talk about it look.” Apparently, this was the funniest thing he’s seen all day and he has the happiest smile on his face and he laughs in the exact same way that I sometimes do. We pick up on each other’s mannerisms a lot, and I guess he’s never done this one before so it was a thousand times cuter than it should have been. Sitting there, seeing how silly and happy he looks and loving him all the more for it, I think I realized how he looks at me when I do the exact same motion. When he makes me laugh really hard, I do that little motion and I can just see how much he loves me when I do that.

Also, I love showing other people how much he means to me. I shower him with affection and most of the students are like “whelp, here they go again being in love and all.” After second period, Halt will NOT shut up and he keeps yelling at everyone and I messaged E saying “ugh someone needs to stop him XD” Then, I thought “hah, I know one way to stop him: kiss the heck outta him, that’ll shut him up.” During lunch, I asked if I could have his ID badge so I could get back into the school. I had to stand really close to him so he could hand it to me, and he wouldn’t stop smiling up at me. It was so cute, even when I gave him the badge back, he would NOT STOP SMILING!!! Also, when he saw that I didn’t bring him back his favorite food from down the street, it looked like he was going to playfully push me or something, but he didn’t because we were RIGHT in the middle of a class. In the end, I had to leave a bit early to go somewhere with my best friend, but I know that Halt will be right where I left him, waiting for me.

#halt #love #teacher crush #teacher crush sommunity #tc #tcc #the tuesdays he makes me smile #tuesdays with halt #teacher crush tuesday

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suckitsurveys · 7 years

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How many syllables does your first name consist of? Two.

Do you know someone who is allergic to chocolate? No. That sounds horrible. Do you know someone who has asthma? Yeah, my sister. Have you worn a dress [casual, formal, etc] within the past week? I wore a t-shirt dress to the pool earlier.

What is the most controversial thing youv'e done? I have no idea.

When was the last time you saw the last person you kissed? Friday morning. Is that person your significant other? Mhmm. Who texts you more: your guy or girl friends? I do all the texting usually. Last person you talked to on the phone and what was it about? Mark called me to tell me my grandmother’s caretaker put dish detergent in my dad’s dishwasher like an idiot. Who was the last person that said comforting words to you? My dad. Are you comfortable with where you are right now? I mean, I’m alright. I’m in some Holiday Inn in bumfuck nowhere with my dad, but I’m fine. I’ll be home tomorrow. Got any plans today? It’s midnight, so if you mean actually today, then I’m gunna go to sleep soon and then when we get up we’ll probably have breakfast and then head home. Is there someone else you’d like to be right now? Nope. Were you born in an odd or even numbered year? Odd, which drives me nuts sometimes. Did you drive anywhere at all today? Not me, but my dad drove us all over The Heights in Pittsburgh, and then to Cleveland to go to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and then to this hotel in East Jesus Nowhere. Which of your parents did you see last? My father, who is in the hotel room with me right now, in his bed. He’s also the only parent I see since my mother passed 4 years ago. Describe your current outfit: A Pusheen shirt I got in a subscription box and some black shorts. Other than interviews, do you ever “dress to impress”? Pffffffffffft. Are you currently listening to music? Nope. My dad is watching a movie I’m not paying attention to. When was the last time you got really nervous? In the elevator of the hotel in Pittsburgh earlier. Do you have any older siblings? Yeah. Are you the youngest in your family? Yes. Do you fill out your own surveys or do you think it’s just weird? When I make surveys it’s usually so I can answer questions about myself that haven’t been asked before. What was the first thing you ate today? Popcorn. Where did you buy the shoes you last wore? Old Navy, about 15 years ago. They are these green flip flops with whales on them. Lydia commented on how well they’ve kept their shape the other day when we got mani/pedis. They are so old they have my dog’s teeth marks in them from when he was a puppy (he’s 13 now). What was the last thing you randomly thought about? ^. But I guess that’s not so random since you prompted me about it. Last disappointment? The restaurant we wanted to eat at in Pittsburgh the other night was filled up. Do you still talk to the person you first kissed? We are getting married next month. Have you ever had one of those elementary-school boy/girlfriends? I had a “boyfriend” in 7th grade and he was in 8th. We held hands on the bus and that was the extent of it hah. Did you seriously believe that the opposite sex had cooties back then? Nope. Do you live in the United States? If not, where? Yup, in Chicago. Did you take a nap today? I very very very rarely do that. Do you collect anything? Panda things. Does your computer have a webcam? Mhmm. What does your desktop look like? It’s a picture of Tina Belcher on a whale. I don’t feel like explaining that further. Name something random in your car: I have a Nyan Cat sticker on the inside of my sun-visor. What’s your cell phone ringtone? Bad Girls from Bob’s Burgers. Have you ever made your own ringtones? ^ I made that one, actually. Last person you held hands with? Mark. When was your last haircut? Feb. Did you hang out with any friends yesterday? Nope, I was in Pittsburgh all day. Are there people you regularly hang out with like a sort of unspoken ritual? I mean, no? We always plan hang outs? What are three things you and your best friend have in common? We both have tattoos, we both wear glasses, our boyfriends were both born on Sept 29th.

What was the last piece of fruit you ate? What about vegetable? Pineapple, zucchini. Do you own anything with a touch-screen? It’s 2017. Have you ever disliked your sibling’s significant other? Hi. You must be new here. I FUCKING HATE MY FUCKING BROTHER IN LAW WITH A FIERY PASSION and lol he fucking works with me now I want to die every day hahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. What is the last song you listened to? According to my Spotify, it was Tenderness on the Block by Warren Zevon. Whose birthday did you last celebrate? Uhhhhhhhhhhh fuck why can I not remember? Probably Lydia’s. If you could have dinner with any two people, who would it be? Aubrey Plaza and Alia Shawkat. Have you ever been come up to by a model scout? Definitely not. Has a stranger of the opposite sex ever complimented you? I wouldn’t call it complimenting as much as being fucking creepy. What is your favorite food and drink? Crab legs and root beer. When is the next time you’re traveling out of state? I am currently out of state. The next time after this will be for Mark and my water park wedding party. Is your city prone to natural disasters? Nope. Has your least favorite color ever been your favorite? I don’t really have a least favorite color. Has your favorite color ever been your least favorite? ^. Who in your family do you tell the most to? I guess my sister. Have you traveled outside the country? Where to? To Canada when I was too small to remember. When is the last time you went to sleep smiling? Probably last night in the comfy ass hotel bed in Pittsburgh. Do you help out around the house often? Yes. Do you have any homework to be done? I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. When is the last time you wore a dress? Today, over my swim suit. Will you have a Valentine this year? I did. Is there anyone in the room with you right now? My father. How many people have you kissed in your life? Enough. What is your favorite ice-cream flavor? Salted caramel butter pecan. Are you excited for winter to end? It’s summer now but you can bet your sweet ass I’m always excited for winter to end. What have you done today? Just this survey so far, Do you like Kanye West? Not especially. Are you mad at anyone right now? Always. Though not so much mad at him as I am mad at his existence. Do you kiss on the first date? I kissed Mark on our first date. What’s your favorite restaurant? Any place with crab legs.

#surveys

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deareffie · 7 years

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19 April 2017

Dear Effie,

After every BBC politics news alert these days:

Anyway, where were we? Oh yeah, political party in-fighting. Thrilling stuff, eh? So UKIP are born, and nothing really happens with that for a while. In fact, there were a bunch of small parties that sprung up in the early 1990s to contest elections on the basis of opposition to (at least some element of) the EU, and UKIP was probably the least successful.

Meanwhile, the Conservative party get beaten by the Labour party at the 1997 general election, so Tony Blair become Prime Minister, big Donald Dewar gets his Scottish Parliament, and we finally get a national minimum wage. That’s right, more than 100 years after New Zealand introduced minimum wage legislation, right up until you were about 18 months old, the UK still had no minimum wage. Don’t believe anyone who speaks fondly of the good old days.

And then there was also Iraq. But we’ll get into that another time.

Anyway, ‘New Labour’ arrives (so called as this government said they weren’t *really* socialists, not like the crazy Russians, they just thought that capitalism needing reigning in sometimes, and that businesses were usually a good thing because jobs, and if someone’s making loads of money, that’s fine because then they have to spend it and that means other people get some too. Or something.) and the Conservatives do what every political party does when it loses an election - it takes a good look at itself, does some soul searching and tries to find someone to blame.

Of course, like every other time a political party does this (ahem, Scottish Labour, ahem), they don’t seem to realise that ‘talk amongst yourselves’ is an instruction that a teacher gives a room of students while they’re fannying about fixing a projector, not a viable election strategy.

Political parties’ obsession with introspection and navel gazing is one of the reasons ‘ordinary people’ (vomit) hate them. To any unaffiliated voter, it seems blindingly obvious that the main reasons political parties lose elections are either a) lack of money/media pals, or c) being horrendously out of touch. You don’t become more in touch with voters by locking yourself in a cupboard, having a leadership crisis and accusing each other of factionalism.

Like, I don’t know about you, but every time I’ve taken a long hard look at myself in the mirror, I just become convinced that I should really start taking better care of my skin and that maybe it’s time for a haircut. If I talked to other people instead, maybe I’d find out that no one else really cares about my skin or my hair and most folk are actually much more concerned about employment, education, health and welfare. Maybe. Who can possibly say.

(And breathe)

So the Conservative Party is banished to the opposition benches at Westminster for 13 years, and doesn’t even make it as far as the opposition benches in the new shiny Holyrood for almost 20 years. We’ll definitely come back to Holyrood and devolution and all that another time, but I’m trying(ish) to get through Brexit first (aren’t we all, eh?).

Between 1997 and 2004, a bunch of semi-important people die, a bunch of other people are born, and somehow, as the Conservative Party tries to work out how they’ve suddenly become irrelevant, UKIP fail at making any inroads at general elections, but get three MEPs elected in the European Parliamentary elections of 1999, and start making headlines. Partly because they’ve attracted semi-famous, old people celebrity, talk show host and former Labour MP, Robert Kilroy-Silk. He joined UKIP in 2004, about the same time he got his show cancelled by the Beeb for writing a controversial article headlined “We owe Arabs nothing”. Weirdly, Joan Collins also got in on this action for a bit.

Hanging out with UKIP, that is. Not writing inflammatory articles generalising varied and diverse peoples. As far as I know.

However, as Kilroy-Silk resigned from UKIP, formed his own party, and then resigned from that in the space of the next 15 months, the more important thing to note about UKIP in 2004 is that they beat the Conservative party in an election for the first time (hilariously, an election caused by someone resigning as an MP to go and work in the EU).

“Ah-hah!”, thought some members of the Conservative party. It was UKIP’s fault that they had lost the 1997 and 2001 elections! Of course!

And when people still didn’t elect a Conservative government in 2005, even though Iraq, and even though Gordon Brown, it must be because those baddies over at UKIP were stealing traditional Conservative votes, right?!

A few more years pass. Nigel Farage becomes leader of UKIP. He gets a disproportionate amount of airtime on the BBC despite the party (initially) not having any MPs. What he does have are opinions. Loads of them. And the reason he got on the Beeb so much is because they have a legal duty to provide 'balanced' coverage of issues.

Presenting two sides of every story sometimes means that the BBC is actually not very representative of UK majority opinion. Or sometimes it has to look quite hard to find someone who’ll present what is a minority view. For example, take “equal marriage”. A majority of people in the UK agree with the statement “Gay or lesbian couples should have the right to marry one another if they want to” (and have done since 2012). However, the way the BBC fulfill their “balance” duty means that if they want to discuss gay marriage on a news, current affairs or comment show, they need to find someone who disagrees with that statement.

Enter one Nigel Paul Farage. This BBC “balance” throws up a diverse cast of characters, but most of them fade into obscurity again relatively quickly, or they have limited interest in party politics. Farage however, is relatively articulate, not afraid of saying controversial things (often for the sake of it, as far as I can tell) and available for all your Question Time booking needs. Viewing levels spike, because we’re all complicit in this mess, and suddenly Farage and UKIP have a way bigger platform than expected, and a heap of cash from some grumpy former Tories.

So, the new version of the Maastricht Rebels in the Conservative Party start rumbling that maybe they’ll join UKIP if the Conservatives don’t start listening to them about the big bad EU, and that maybe the Conservatives will keep losing votes to UKIP.

Meanwhile, David Cameron’s all “I’m a cool young guy, stop crushing my big society vibes with all your crotchety old man shouting. Nobody cares about the EU apart from crazy Scottish fisherman and Welsh farmers!”

Turns out he was wrong and Davey’s vibes continued to be crushed until he agreed to include a cheeky wee manifesto pledge for the Conservative Party’s next general election manifesto in 2010.

A referendum on EU membership. A surefire vote winner, that will be easily won by the majority of the Conservative party who want to stay as members of the EU because it’s where all the holidays and champagne comes from.

The Lib Dems put it off for five years but are ultimately ineffective.

MASSIVE EDIT BECAUSE I FORGOT A REALLY KEY EVENT AND TOTALLY LIED ABOUT THE 2010 CONSERVATIVE MANIFESTO BECAUSE I’M AN IDIOT SORRY. I realised on reading this back that I had missed a couple things.

The 2010 manifesto pledge was actually to “amend the 1972 European Communities Act so that any proposed future Treaty that transferred areas of power, or competences, would be subject to a referendum – a ‘referendum lock’”. My bad, sorry Dave.

And in fact, the Liberal Democrats’ manifesto did include a commitment to an in/out referendum on the EU, but only if a British government signs up for “fundamental change in the relationship between the UK and the EU”, including joining the Euro.

But the really rather big thing that I missed, that just sort of passed me by because of all the excitement of #indyref1 in Scotland at the time was the 2014 European elections. In 2014, UKIP won the European elections in the UK, with 24 seats to Labour’s 20 and the Conservatives’ 19. Last time (in 2009), the Conservatives won as many as the other two put together (26 v 13 and 13).

Know how I’m always going about how Scotland isn’t the cool, internationalist socially-liberal, economically left-wing paradise it kids on it is? Well, in the first example of many, even the Glorious People’s Republic of Haggisland elected a UKIP MEP (Member of the European Parliament) in 2014: the baffling David Coburn (see previous and below caveat re: legit reasons for not being keen on the EU that may have prompted folk for vote for him), alongside two Labour MEPs, two SNP MEPs, and one Conservative MEP.

It’s worth noting that Labour gained seats in this election. Under David Miliband, Labour increased their percentage of votes by almost as much as UKIP (around 10%) and they also won the most number of votes in the English local authority elections held the same day. Although only about a third of the people eligible to vote actually voted, and a lot of people who voted Lib Dem in 2010 had pretty much abandoned the party by this point, it’s a nice wee stat to keep on hand when anyone says that Labour has to do more to appeal to UKIP voters.

Anyway, that 2014 European election, although overshadowed up here by all the flag waving, seemed to be the final straw for the Conservative Party. This led to the 2015 manifesto commitment (I checked this time) for “the British people – not politicians – to have their say... over whether we should stay in or leave the EU, with an in-out referendum by the end of 2017″.

And so, in June 2016, the entire UK is asked to vote on remaining or leaving the EU basically because the Tories were having a tiff with themselves. A tiny number of very loud, very entitled people managed to be annoying enough that we literally had a referendum to try and get them to shut up.

Now, we talked before about how there are some totally legitimate, reasonable and not-racist reasons for opposing the EU. A really good example of this is in Scotland, where the fishing industry has had a long standing scepticism about the EU. It’s based on criticism of a EU rule called the Common Fisheries Policy that decides who can fish what kind of fish (and how much fish), and where. The EU policy is meant to protect the sustainability of fishing for the future (i.e. stopping someone accidentally catching all the fish, and there being none left), ensure all EU countries share their fish/fishing waters (e.g. Spain can’t stop Portgual fishing off its coasts), and ensure that fishing is carried out in a relatively environmentally friendly way (i.e. don’t throw loads of dead fish or gross chemicals back in the sea). However, the Scottish fishing industry says that in practice, the policy means that Scotland does not get a fair share of its own fishing waters, and that they love the environment as much as the next guy but that following the rules is cripplingly expensive. This means that people lose their jobs, or put up with terrible working conditions to make up for the policy costs, and/or that the price of a fish supper goes way up. See? Totes legit, not racist. Essentially about jobs and fish suppers.

That is not why the Government held this referendum.

Another totally legitimate, reasonable and not-racist reason for opposing the EU is that some of the trade deals the EU negotiates look like they might damage workers rights in the EU. Criticism of an agreement called TTIP ( which stands for Transatlantic Trade and Investment Partnership, not just me spelling T in the Park wrong) between the US and the EU suggests it’ll mean that companies will be able to sue governments if their health and safety or environmental rules are seen to affect that company’s profit. Leaving the EU could be a way to ensure companies don’t have that power, and have to respect things like national minimum wage and trade union membership.See? Again, totes legit, not racist.

That is not why the Government held this referendum.

The Government held this referendum to stitch together its Frankenstein’s monster of a party for a bit longer. The driving force behind all the decisions leading to this referendum was internal party politics. Whatever the fallout is (and we still don’t know because they literally didn’t even consider the possibility it might happen so didn’t draft any plan), it’s being imposed on 64 million people as a result of the Conservative Party playing chicken. With itself. Except we’re the ones who somehow get run over. And that’s partly why Brexit makes me grumpy.

I swear I’ll try and get onto Scottish independence at some point.

Big love,

P.S. If I seem to meander a bit when I’m meant to be talking about Scottish independence, I’m sorry…

Except mine are all about politics. I do want to bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles though. I feel that’d be one initiative that could muster cross-party support.

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Week 6

We , Appomattox

Ivan Ost

In a vote among the councilors (which include myself, Debra, the ex-yoga instructor, Bernard, the ex-cop who still has the haircut, Judith the pastor, and Barbara the singer and ex-some kind of lawyer), we decided that hunting deer was no longer worth the expenditure of limited resources of man and womanpower needed to discern them from the hills. Barbara misses writing legal.

And, truly, the deer do blend in. They love it. They miss the salad bar that was the California garden, but they graze in the vineyards gone to weeds and you can hardly tell they’re anywhere unless they’re actively moving, and even then they look like wind.

Of course, we now have to generate an answer for the sweaty, disheveled horde of everyone else, since deer were already something of a last resort when we ran out of salamanders. It’s too bad we lost the two engineers who were stuck with us for a while, since they’d made noises about deer traps, but they fell into the classic idealistic trap of planning to leave the state and they’re probably dead, frozen somewhere in the Sierras.

I do miss my car. They could’ve driven, we could all drive, but you violate the Second Kyoto and swift, firm Japanese vengeance screams down from the sky and all but renders you into ghee. There have been muted protests that the fuel and fires resulting from tactical airstrikes aimed at gently polluting Priuses outweigh the carbon saved, but the principles are so clearly in the right place after so many years of the rape of the Earth and truly, as a Californian, it does feel good to see any polluter turned into slag.

Can’t eat a successful environmental protocol, though. One proposal: attempt to emulate the deer. A sort of original paleo diet, but paleo taken a few steps further back, to the cervine. The motion is gaining acceptance in the more radical circles, the couples who sleep dangling from trees like emaciated fruit and who start every morning off with a ritual chanting cleanse. The rest of the group is hesitating. I suspect that they’re worried that we will turn into deer, revert entirely to a purposeless state of nature, the final destination of panicked excess of protectionist environmental policies meant to keep us from boiling down into a world into which we’d already installed the keystone. It is a boiling tumble of a problem; on the one hand, laid-back liberal unconcern, unworried faith and confidence in the provisions of Mother Earth – and on the other, animal panic.

I, for one, am simply praying for rain. That’s as paleo as I can get, coming neat as a price of progress. I suppose I’m a sacrifice.

Around that, I can tell you, my feelings are complicated.

Process Notes

I speak with my parents once a week. Usually it is Sundays. Sometimes I forget to message them on Sunday morning, or sometimes I’m occupied being somewhere else and speaking to other people, and then it isn’t until my Dad’s sly message sneaks in – Missed talking to you this weekend! Love you, Dad – that I send them the apologies which I feel are obligatory and we coordinate a time which is mutually agreeable in terms of scheduling and in terms of appropriately demonstrating respect and value and affection, with no time nor space for resentment or second guesses.

Last night, Dad pointed out that it has been raining in California for several days. I am of two minds about this news. On the one hand, I remember that it rained abundantly when I was a child. Northern California takes on a neon Irish glow when the spry spring grass is refreshed by a healthy deluge dousing. During the summer, the ground bakes like an inverted brownie, given that it is brown and that the source of heat, our dear Sun, squirts down from only above. During the summer, the brownie bakes and only the top burns, leaving the rest fertile and moist but crusting a stiff layer of crunchy accumulation that is stiff and clotted. This layer is melted away quickly during the winter rains, punctured by the impressive capacities of precipitous rainfall to dissolve away the texture of the soil – a claim to rival the grandest aspirations of the bleached man on the Oxy-Clean packages.

And so when I was a child I remember the hills, somewhere around Christmas time, transitioning from a deerhide tawny brown to a verdant variety of emerald which painted our squatting hills with tropical livelihood. I imagine the deer hated it; they probably liked it when everything was the color of deerhide, and our mountain lions were just as well off leaping at a particularly cervine stand of brush. But California winter was refreshing for us, washing the dirt of the summer off and setting our minds, dependent on rain, at ease until the next season.

But as has been publicized broadly, in a way that is distinctly and bafflingly accusatory, California has been swaying under the auspices of an impressively dogged drought for five or whatever years – it begins sometime in the past, I hardly remember when, those sorts of particular details belonging more closely to my records-keeping father than to my loose memory. And so the rain has become two things at once.

First, it has become a treasure that cannot be compared. It is the most valuable thing. Second, it has become unnatural, and we must be worried when it does not come and we must be worried when it does, since the scientists or whoever makes decisions about what the Earth is and ought to be and have been decided that no, in fact, rainfall is not natural – oh, those stupid Californians, those idiots, gloating about their Silicon Valley and huge economy, those morons picked a desert! Hah! If only they’d been smart and moved to Idaho, like me! A high school teacher of mine once oversimplified postmodernism into the philosophy that “there’s no place like home, and you can never go home again.” It might not capture the whole of the picture (although I certainly don’t know what does), but it gave my brain a resonant thunking, smacking my pink jelly thinker with a big-thought spatula, and here I am, remembering that jiggle. We want the rain more than anything, but now we fear it too, and we rejoice as the condemned rejoice at their last meal of pecan pie. One prisoner on death row, I once read, didn’t finish his pecan pie since he was saving it for later. That’s hilarious to me, deeply sad, is the guy even fit to stand trial? And now I have saddled it with a third saddlebag – folks, we’re gonna need a three-sided horse and a three-sided saddle, since now we’re hitching on the longing and dread of never going home again – and the fear that, when it’s all through, those green hills are gone for good.

Notes from Research

I felt that there was a delightful irony or something like it to be found in reading about environmental protection in a printed paper book, so I took from Peter Singer’s One World Now, which includes an extensive and Yale-verified section on the current and future state of the environment. It incorporates a fascinating ethical element, discussing the Kyoto Protocol and some of its failed enforcements, the savagery that the WTO has allowed nations to perpetrate against the environment in the name of cheaper shrimp (and what kind of fucking name is that?), the book hinging around a question of what ought to be done, which I also attempted to work into my piece. What ought to be done? What can go wrong, and how far can it go wrong?

From the book: Singer emphasizes what global warming will do to rainfall. As he frames it, we cannot survive without adequate rainfall. But the problem is finer than that. We cannot survive without adequate rainfall in the appropriate places at the appropriate time. He demonstrates that the system of agriculture, where it is practiced in small ways, without the chemical butlers and mechanical serfs who allow turgid, exaggerated, bloated products to be birthed by the millions from a reluctant ground, is susceptible to any tiny change in the form of weather and its distribution. If the rain comes too late, the monsoon doesn’t arrive – and global warming says it won’t – then India, where some enormous percentage of the population survives on agriculture alone, does not see a proper harvest. A damn shame, because hundreds of millions might die.

But what about too much? Following the rainfall conundrum is the sense that the whole ordeal is zero sum, and that India’s loss is the gain of another city ill-prepared to receive it. New York City, in the wake of Hurricane Sandy, realized that it is not designed to swallow a monsoon, and that indeed, the monsoon swallows it, quickly and without much worry. Sandy was not even a particularly large storm.

Britain stands to get colder. Sub-Saharan Africa stands to get warmer, so much so that it will never be able to grow crops again, not in the quantities needed to support its people. How many dead? Can’t New York just give it back? Symbolically, Singer says, it should. New York is more responsible for the shape of the calamity than all of Africa put together, or something like that. The first world owes the debt to the rest of it, but has no intention of setting the balance properly straight.

It will in my story.

California is expected to be dry for years. We were lucky for the past little while, scientists have said. That might not last. These wet years are a relief. Maybe they’re wrong. But we had best be prepared for the worst. And rainfall, gone? That is the worst.

Revision Notes:

I incorporated the Kyoto protocol and the sense of first-world guilt by adding much of the Prius-destruction paragraph. My goal was to incorporate some of the ethical concerns that Singer has into my writing. Since the first draft was similar to the final with the exception of that paragraph, I’ve left deduction of the first draft as an exercise for the reader.

Singer, P. (2016). One world now: the ethics of globalization. New Haven: Yale University Press.

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