#i feel very spiteful about a project that im working on for school

[noiraph]

#doodle #bela dimitrescu #re8 #resident evil #re village #im trying to learn after effects #i hate it #i feel very spiteful about a project that im working on for school

[maria-eve-falcon]

Its hard to watch Taylor like this. She knows it's over. The feelings still linger you know to the point she is okay to accept any affection from any man who could take her mind off things,make it a bit easier to sing songs about joe when she feels like death singing them. Even if he is able to help for a small time.

I don't think she has had the time to process any emotions substantially and tour is actually her only personality and the glue holding her together. She isn't even showing how much she is going through.

Post a life altering breakup she picked up a huge injury and then one of her closest friends from school died unexpectedly. She did the attending and singing the show-funeral-show-memorium -show in three days☹️ She has this new fling but she can't stop talking about her ex. This is the worst part that she is hurting and just using very unhealthy coping mechanisms to get by.

The trying to find a part of me you didn't touch and that is before time in 2016. The 180 because she did everything to protect him and the relationship for it to fall apart too. She is really idgaf stage publically because even working tirelessly for 7 years everything just fell apart adjusting fir everyone's needs brought her back to still utter personal collapse. Going to be hard to see her continue making stupid decisions that hurt her and make herself hate herself even more just to get by.

thank you anon! you're right. tbh she needs to give herself time instead of thinking bout the tour anything. like joe was a huge part of tay's life (yes vice versa) she needs to process it without these shits going on.

Im afraid like when touring is over she'll regret a lot. like a lot. and there'll be no coming back. it'll be to late to realize. she needed to process all these before she got together with another person and matty for fs sake is defs not the type of guy you get together with while you're going through this type of heartbreak. this is gonna make it harder and harder for to be over this.

she is trying the get where he wasn't there. because she (imo) must feel like she did something different but didn't work either so.

she'll spite herself for a while too ! (imo) (maybe I'm projecting but I've seen this film twice in my own life. not with me but omg I have soo many thoughts after this ask)

I just hope they both heal soon. idk who left but it doesn't matter. they broke a family of 6.5 years and they both need to process this. but it's really really hurts to see her like this.

#your soo right anon her coping mechanism seems shit #i'd rather have to see her cry and be a mess instead see her bottle her feelings and pressing them in till she burts #omgh ik what happens when you do that! #bottled up feelings #swiftwyn #anon #anon asks #i just wish she could be with friends and crying out (crying is good guys) about it to them instead of doing pap walks of “i'm ok”

[buoyant-breeze]

hiii! ive just read your whole page and I LOVE IT SO MUCH, could i request highschool au headcanons? like x reader and stuff, childe and anyone else you want to add please 🤞

author’s note  ⊱ this was really cute and fun to write for sljkdnfgj thank u for ur request!! i hope you like it!!!

part two (kaeya, kazuha, venti)

characters ⊱ childe, albedo, zhongli

warnings  ⊱ very, very vague mentions of mental illness and social anxiety! view at your own discretion, and stay safe! please enjoy!

rating  ⊱ sfw

childe

this guy is simultaneously the class clown, the hot jock, and the teacher’s pet, all rolled into one

has an extremely impressive school record; astounding academic results, recruit-worthy athletic achievements, good attendance, and some hefty scholarships to boot

sucks up to pretty much every teacher in the school, especially the dean and the principal; he makes himself painfully likeable by pretty much everyone in the staff, to the point it makes other students jealous or annoyed if they’re the type to be bothered by that kind of thing

he seems like he’s pretty popular which makes him intimidating but in reality he doesn’t really have any friends, he’s surrounded by a lot of people that tend to crowd him for superficial reasons like his appearance or his achievements

talks a lot during classes and sometimes gets looks or snide remarks from the teachers for it, but he always gets away with it and usually gets a playful or positive reaction from them

he drives all substitute teachers up the wall, though

he’s smart but not smart enough to do a lot of things on his own, gets easily frustrated by math problems or english questions that are too morally complicated for him to write essays about, so he probably has a lot of tutors or is just one of those angrily studies out of spite type of people

probably gets partnered up with you at one point for some class assignment and chances are, you have your doubts about whether he’s someone you want to be friends with or not considering his whole suck-up thing

but haha, jokes on you, this is when you catch feelings

always starts out with hanging out to work on this project, which sort of surprises you because he radiates that this is a group project but really this is a You project and im going to ghost all attempts of working on this, but he actually is pretty punctual and determined to get all his schoolwork done because it’s important for his career goals (as well as the expectations of his family & guardians / sponsors)

and he’s actually super nice and if there’s anything you’re struggling with on the project he’s helping you with it

and then if he gets frustrated with something it’s actually pretty funny? but chances are it’s one of those things that get both of you frustrated so you end up just bonding and working through it together

becomes a total puppy crushy boy after that, he basically considers the whole project thing to be a reason to keep talking to you but he’s just going to find more excuses to be around you after that

he finds you very likeable and he doesn’t actually have any real friends and you don’t seem put off by his attitude or his lifestyle, so he wants to get to know you more and hang out with you

which means he’ll show up to your locker randomly and ask you about your day and what you did when you got home, like, did you see that new movie that came out? and he always makes a compliment like, wow, i like what you did with your hair today! and tldr: he wants your attention Bad

probably confesses to you on valentine’s day at school with a bunch of flowers and those cute love cards you would get with the candies attached? it’s super cliche but it’s his vibe, and the candies are always heart-shaped lollipops that taste like strawberries

he brings a big teddy bear plushie too

seems like the guy who is a little bit ahead and probably has his driver’s license before everyone else and a scarily expensive car

so naturally he always offers to drive you to places and he’s the one picking you up for your dates

desperately wants to go to prom / homecoming with you

always asks you to go to his sports games when he’s going to be playing on field, the support is crazily energy-boosting, and he will get a little disappointed and mopey if you don’t show (unless you tell him beforehand you won’t make it, then he’s a little lighter about it)

invites you pretty much all the time to come hang out with him after school, and he’ll support you at any of your personal school events like if you had a recital or you were preparing a play for drama class

you two radiate the popular ‘power’ couple that everyone talks about and Knows about, even if they don’t know you

albedo

the talented and Gifted ™ kid that has the worst self-esteem and mental problems because of it

his sleep schedule is nonexistent

he comes to school everyday with ruffled hair and caffeine in his hand, and he dresses and acts like an adult even though he’s probably the youngest out of everyone in his classes

usually has charcoal-smudged fingers or paint-streaked fingernails because of art class

literally the top student in the school, his test scores go above and beyond, and his grades are meticulously, enviously perfect

but he absolutely despises it because he thinks the education system is trash, but his entire life also literally hinges off of it, so it’s a toxic love-hate relationship

doesn’t have a lot of friends, but he has a lot of admirers

sort of keeps to himself, he’s friendly to other students but he just doesn’t really get them, like he’s sort of oblivious to a decent chunk of slang and he has a hard time understanding the motivations for a lot of things other students really like, such as homecoming, prom, sports, social media, etc..

lots of people really like him though and find him pretty attractive, but extremely difficult to understand

at the same time he’s pretty intimidating because of how good he is at almost everything, except he tries desperately to attain perfection in everything he does out of fear of failure and disappointment in his peers and from those who have expectations of him

probably starts off with you asking him to tutor you, or even just you asking him a question randomly at class, and then it leads him into offering to tutor you

it’s those really soft and cute study dates that aren’t really dates but feel like dates because of the romantic tension (i.e. his fingers brushing against yours, his voice lowering and becoming more airy, pleasant amounts of eye contact, and obvious flirting that is attempted to be hidden by casual conversation, etc.)

you probably invite him to hang out at places with your friends or in clubs and he will go, but also feel really awkward and anxious while he’s there because he has Anxiety ™

but also he’ll be really happy to be there, too, and he does like the companionship, but he might get overstimulated

loves those quiet hangout moments, like you two in the school library or being in the art club together, working on a piece for the hallway, and even just sitting on the curb waiting for your parents to pick you up from school, talking together

too shy to approach your locker, but he is elated whenever you visit his; he’ll eventually start reciprocating after a while of getting used to you doing it

doodles you a lot but then gets embarrassed about it

asks you out in a very subtle way, like to go ice skating together, which seems friendly and normal and platonic, even though you both definitely have big crushes on each other. but then you get there and at one point he holds your hand and then you realize, oh, this is a date date

not a huge prom / party person but if you asked him to go, or if you really had expectations he would take you, he would be your date, but he’d be anxious and feel a little out of place the entire time. he’d basically follow you around for the whole event, but that works for him

tutor dates are cute and once your relationship was more established he would kiss you if you got the right answers

you basically automatically become good friends with sucrose, and end up getting familiar with klee, all because of your connection with albedo, because they are so thoroughly and intimately connected in his life that it is inevitable they become just as connected in yours

and its a very Positive and Wholesome friend group vibe

most people know about your relationship in the school but think it’s really cute and don’t really gossip about it or anything, they just kinda coo about it sometimes whenever they see you two together

zhongli

the one person everyone thinks is a teacher, so ppl randomly ask him for directions on like the first few days of school and he’s just like i’ve literally never been here in my entire life

was told as a kid that he Had to learn cursive because everyone in high school and college would be using it, so naturally, he became a master of handwriting as a result. he’s the person that when everyone looks at his desk and sees his notes, they immediately compliment it

a dutiful student, but he’s certainly not the best, especially in more mathematical or scientific subjects that go a little above and beyond for him; definitely in speech & debate class, and really likes history

he radiates a very calming aura that makes him very amicable with a vast majority of people, it is hard to not like him or want to be friends with him

his friend group consists of the usual people you’d expect, like xiao, hu tao, etc.

which is honestly a very strange and colorful set of people, but you always see them at a lunch table together talking and interacting, and once you see it, it just clicks, and it makes sense; they’re sort of like a second family to each other

you meeting him is literally inevitable because he’s at pretty much every school event, always doing something, very easy to bump into when in hallways, going to clubs or classes

he’s on the student council, you can’t tell me i’m wrong

so if you’re in a club, he’s going to be there, and you’ll probably have some interaction with him, at some point, somehow

he’s very compassionate, he’s the type of person that helps people if they drop things in the hallway pick their things up, or comforts a random student he doesn’t even know if they seem really stressed during a really crowded assembly

so chances are you either meet him in one of those ways, or just from classes, or literally any reason because he can be everywhere

but he is so nice and he’ll probably immediately ask if you’d like to hang out with him sometime, like maybe joining him during lunch

probably would approach you for any group projects, too

not good at study dates though because he gets so distracted and concentrated on his own work

his feelings are very quick to develop, but he’s a very profound romantic that would basically check all of the boxes you can think of

like he radiates the energy of someone who would learn ballroom dancing just to dance with you and then surprise you with it, and that’s that

if it seemed like you wanted to go to any parties, or prom, or homecoming, he would definitely ask you out based on those social cues, but otherwise he’s just happy to be around you and be in a relationship with you

your relationship isn’t really talked about in the school, but the teachers definitely notice and sometimes tease zhongli or you about it when you two are in classes without the other in earshot

#wisteria moon #childe x reader #childe x gn reader #childe x gn!reader #albedo x reader #albedo x gn!reader #albedo x gn reader #genshin impact #genshin #impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff #fluff genshin #fluff #zhongli x reader #zhongli x gn reader #zhongli x gn!reader #highschool au

[amazingphilza]

study buddies :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some headcanons if the mcyts were trying to help you do hw :D

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

tommyinnit

i feel like he’s the type to be in a long discord call with you whilst you both try to finish your work

mans uses the screensharing feature like there’s no tomorrow

“y/n watch my stream on discord and help me guess the answers”

“tommy no! i haven’t even taken a film class before”

“your guess is good as mine”

“just cheat and google the answers!!!”

“fuck you”

he actually just wants your attention because he’s bored out of his mind doing homework

five minutes later of asking you to help him guess questions he’s like

“hey y/n”

“what now?”

“let’s play bedwars”

“oh my god shut up!!!”

if tommy has to speedrun something before a deadline, it is a whole different story tho; he will be so focused on completing that he won’t hear what you’re saying

if you’re struggling in math, you’re on your own

“math is shit, only numbers i need is my primes and youtube analytics” says tommy any time you complain about math

besides the fact he isn’t good at solving math problems, you can’t even read his handwriting if he did try showing you how to do a problem

“okay, y/n, it’s simple, just look” he says in his kareninnit voice and everything

you’d be like “is the variable a G or a 9??”

“fuck you that’s a 4!!!”

tubbo

i don’t know if tubbo ever talked about school before but something about him makes me think he’s actually pretty good at math

like he can explain a few things when it comes to math / algebra

CODING GO BRRRR

no geometry or calculus though, anything past algebra will go bad

if tubbo is doing homework with you, he will definitely tune you out

“hey tubbo can you help me on this question?”

you don’t get a response until like 20 minutes later

“oh yeah, what was it y/n?”

like now you answer? i just got the answer myself after so long, forget you smh

“oh nothing tubbo, nevermind!”

but you’re still grumbling in your head because if he answered just a bit earlier you wouldn’t have gone through the work of finding the answer online

i can also imagine if you’re taking chemistry tubbo is like ;

“oh you’re taking chemistry? let’s make some bombs!” /lh

tubbo would definitely pull an all-nighter with you to finish your projects together

if you had a group project, he would make you do the writing part while he does the drawing part

“we definitely aced this project”

“of course we did, if i made you draw we would’ve ended up with stick figure diagrams”

“TUBBO. THE FUCK?”

ranboo

okay i know ranboo said he isn’t a theatre or band kid (unless im wrong and forgetful) but i feel like he’d be somewhat educated in the topics nonetheless

half the time he’s great moral support, helping you stay motivated !

the other half is him making fun of you

“i cant believe you’re failing, that is so sad, can’t be me”

“it’s literally an honors class, ranboo! it’s supposed to be hard!!”

“taking an honors class willingly? also cant be me AHAHA”

i honestly can’t see ranboo going to school like i know he’s a minor and said he had zoom calls before and plays volleyball but like did i miss something? has he dropped out yet? like something about ranboo does not scream “student” /lh

besides that, i’m not sure what subject he would actually be good in,,, but something about nutrition/health sciences,, he knows a few things

don’t get me wrong, i don’t think he actually likes the subject but somehow remembers what he learned from the class

also gives me the type of energy of the type of person to take a first aid class to be a certified person to do cpr on someone just to kill time during his lunch breaks for a while or something

“i am a certified cpr person”

“my life in ranboo’s hands? oh god please no”

you two would probably joke about the ‘bad’ people in your classes or talk shit about your schools than actually doing anything homework related ngl AHAHAH

“you think your school is down bad? mine went back to campus full time after like 6 months into quarantine because they were running out of money”

“what the hell y/n? your school is a scam, drop out”

“arghhhh i knowww”

“i bet i make more money than your teachers combined AHAHAH”

wilbur soot

he doesn’t seem like the best person to ask for help for homework but can info dump you on very specific historical events + a bit of geography

i kinda see him as the person you can ask to proof read an essay for you and would help it improve immensely

who needs a thesaurus when you have vocabulary boy wilbur?

i dunno if it’s an american thing only or at all, but if/when you get to studying hamilton in your english class, he will get so fucking excited

“no wilbur it isn’t fun! imagine listening to lin-manuel miranda rap ‘alexander hamilton’ at the white house from like 2009 on repeat for over an hour whilst trying to write an analysis about it!! it was so distracting”

“well clearly someone has a personal problem with mr lin-manuel. if i were you, i’d be singing the whole thing”

is this last bit personal and complete spite from my freshman year english class? yes. i do not care? no. /hj

unrelated but i actually scribbled nice guy ballad lyrics and other songs on my english scratch papers in freshman year but anyway

probably isn’t the best person to be in a call to do homework with but wilbur doesn’t mind you ringing him occasionally sometimes

i dunno i can just see him easily get bored of the silence or something but also doesn’t want to bother you too much

but he is genuinely proud of you whenever you tell him you aced a big test you were studying for :D

philza

this man’s bad advice is as bad as him trying to help you on any subject

he’s an old man so /hj

but like honestly, he hasn’t been at school for so long, phil can probably only help with the most basic things when it comes to school

if you have a wack teacher that makes you collect data through surveying people, phil would be one of the best people to ask! straightforward and won’t take too much of your time compared to other people ahem,,

statistics things ! sobs

if you ever complain a lot about your classes and contemplating dropping out and stuff, he will def scold you hard

“ugh phillllllllll can i just like,, never go to school again?”

“do not drop out”

“argh fine, i won’t just ‘cause philza minecraft said so”

honestly if you get a high score in a big test like your sats/gcse’s (whatever you’re taking from wherever you are) he’d probably order you a small meal or something to celebrate :D

like how phil bought ranboo bought him food to his house, it would start as a joke but when you get your test scores back he’s like “YOOO GOOD JOB Y/N”

expect a left meat pizza coming to your house .

technoblade

like wilbur, techno is also helpful when it comes to history!

def knows a decent bit of literature too

besides that i don’t really see him being that helpful

even if he was supposed to be an english major

he will just get mad at the school system for teaching you useless things

“being in school is good but why do you need to know how to know if something is a triangle or not? i can obviously see with my eyes that it’s a triangle”

“i dunno! ask the person that made up geometry”

“just look at a kaleidoscope and be over with it, it isn’t that hard”

“that isn’t how it works—”

“bruhhh”

if you’re looking for the person to call while doing homework, he is not the person /lh

it’s either like 0 or 100 with techno

he can just completely not say anything and ignore you or go on a full rant about whatever class or homework you have

if you have an essay you need written, it will take a lot of bribing but he might take the opportunity if you are rich

“techno i’ll paypal you $10 please help me”

“no. i can make 10 times that amount in 5 minutes if i just started streaming right now”

“techno i don’t have that kind of money! pleaseee”

“no. instead of complaining, you can use that time to actually start you work”

“you’re the worst”

then you speedrun the essay and get an A just to spite him

#dream smp imagines #dream smp x reader #dream smp x y/n #dream smp headcanons #sbi imagine #sbi x reader #sbi headcanons #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #mcyt headcanons

[mandareeboo]

ok now im curious what your most petty thing is (regarding the dp post)

Oooh boy, here we go! Buckle up fuckers this is gonna be a longer one.

My senior year of high school, I took a creative writing class. Partially because I needed to fill the slot, mostly because I wanted to improve my writing (spoiler: I did not). Now, my high school was a three floor building- first was mostly gym, second was general, and the third was senior lockers and art classes. I spent a good chunk of my schedule senior year on the second and third floor, going between an art class to my earth science (I took that one entirely as filler, but also bc I like science) to my locker and so on.

Creative writing? Creative writing was in the fucking basement. Go to the first floor, go to a corner generally used for health and development classes, to another corner, follow a ramp and some stairs, and boom there it is kind of basement. (Side note but this teacher was REALLY into attendance and would get you in trouble if you were late which was really annoying since basically no other class was in that part of the building).

My creative writing teacher wasn't bad, per se. I've had worse teachers. I had an algebra teacher who delighted in making freshman girls cry and mocking them for it. I had a journalism teacher who would use her class time reporting how Hilary was secretly ill during the election. I had a history teacher say trans people weren't real to an openly gender nonconforming student (I didn't know them well enough to ask for specifics on their alignment, but they were using they/them at that point) and set up assignments just to mock students on the take they were told to make. It was more that she was uncreative and took it out on the kids doing creative writing.

She gave us two books to read. Basically “how I write” by published authors. I don’t remember the first one well enough and I donated it ages ago, but the second was Stephen King’s “On Writing”. It was 3/4′s personal stories about his life and 1/4′s “also write a bit every day”.  I mostly remember the first author bc she had those fake dreadlocks white people do when they destroy their hair and she gleefully told a story about making her son have a meltdown at a party or wedding or something bc he got overwhelmed and she wanted him to learn that “sometimes you don’t get what you want”. So. You know. Not much there.

She also instructed us to write in a journal every day, which she would check every few months or so. It had to be at least half a page. She would leave little comments in every one else’s journals when she checked them, but not mine- I realized pretty quickly she was a bit uncomfortable with LGBT+ content, so I made it my mission to make every journal drabble as gay as possible bc I was bored and she couldn’t mark them WRONG when she just stated we needed to write.

But it doesn’t end there! Through the entire class, we got exactly five writing projects. Stories that follow very specific guidelines that we would then read in front of the class, group proofread, and then have the teacher give final grades for. These things were approximately like a thousand words a piece, and I was writing out my 10,000 word “It Starts off Small” story in class when I got bored, so it wasn’t difficult. 

Our first project was a character going through a difficult decision. Or... something? I honestly forget the criteria. Anyway, I was HYPE. I’d had this idea for a long time now a human choosing between peaceful death or reincarnation, and this gave me the push to write it! I had a whole thing planned with death being a deer and reincarnation being a wolpertinger (bc reincarnation leads to many possibilities, ed boy, so a Frankenstein bunny made sense to me). Anyway I poured my heart and soul into this bastard and, bright eyed and bushy tailed, handed it in. My classmates all thought it was pretty good. Not to toot m’own horn, but there was some pretty bad ones going in, so I thought I’d get a solid B or something.

I got a D. I guess the struggle was too metaphorical, or it didn’t perfectly fit her criteria. I was devastated. Then I was mad. Bc I was a bored senior who thought they’d made something pretty decent for this completely optional class and her refusal to see that really hurt me at sixteen (I was always a year younger than my other classmates, so despite being a senior I didn’t turn eighteen until almost a year after graduation)

Well, fuck it, I decided. I’m going to parody the shit out of this class.

Our next project was a fantasy story. I was bitter and grumpy. The other fantasy stories read aloud were stuff like “yeah this dude fought a wizard and got a girl, then they went home and banged” (this was not hyperbole, he would’ve written and read the smut if allowed, I knew him personally) and “this girl that NO ONE UNDERSTOOD was called CRAZY but this S@!$ cheerleader who Stole Her Boyfriend so she killed them all” (fun fact: the girl who wrote that was my age and a sort of half-friend from middle school. She was a yaoi fangirl who didn’t mind lesbians as long as they, you know, didn’t FLIRT with her or something.) 

So I get up there. It’s the last day of presentations. And I present with a polite cheer. My story is about two magical shepherd type figures who are called Sister Brighten and Brother Dick as they chase down a werewolf who was drunk off his ass and accidentally bit someone else. They then revealed they were basically supernatural designated drivers for the whole town. I made Brighten mention that Dick’s name wasn’t even Richard. I titled it “His Favorite Brand is Grayhound”. It fit every single criteria. I got an A. I could tell she didn’t want to, because there was no comments or anything like everyone else’s, but she had to follow her own criteria.

Our third was a conjoined effort thing so I didn’t pull any fuckery there, but the fourth one was about common myths and spinning them into real or fake. One girl did the hook-handed door handle thing and the boyfriend ended up above his truck hanging (somehow???). I think someone did the age-old adage of a haunted wedding dress? I kind of read through those presentations. 

Now, I’m salty-salty at this point. I wasn’t expecting His Favorite Brand is Grayhound to get me a good grade. I half-assed a lot of it. I am in full Not Happy Teenager at this point. I grab a daddy long leg and settle in.

My fourth story of the year is “Paperskin.”

Paperskin is about a boy named Billy with the thinnest skin membrane ever. Just full on body horror. You could see his teeth behind his lips. Billy gets bored one day and wanders out of his house, tries to kick a soccer ball, and breaks a leg. As he’s laying in the grass a daddy long leg bites him- and his skin is so flimsy the fangs sink in and he dies. I’m actually still pretty proud of Paperskin. It’s a horrifying, Edgar Allen Poe of a monstrosity, but it made people squirm, which was the point. The teacher is clearly a bit unnerved at this point, but she gives me another A. 

I wrote a more “normal” story after that of a contentious objector forced to house kids going to see if any confirmed soldier deaths were any of their parents as my final one and I could feel her spite as she gave me a B.

So, yeah. That’s the story of when I tormented my creative writing teacher with The Gays and my weird ass sense of humor after she called one of my best works at that age a piece of shit.

 Here’s a google drive of these bad boys, because yes I do still have these things. I turned these fuckers in for grades, people.

#Ask #Anon #Question Mandar #Life #Humor #Writing #I was a good kid I swear #I didn't make much noise and I didn't argue much #It was just this one lady

[straighttohellbuddy]

now i’m thinking of htlgi!corpse saying that line to tubbo in the game but demon!reader is like “hell says no, not today. he’s too precious. you on the other hand….” and tubbo is just giggling because whilst he loves the joke he secretly enjoys demon!readers protective nature around him when they’re gaming. -🐈‍⬛

The idea that htlgi!reader & corpse have lowkey adopted half of the clingy duo each is delightful because all I can think is considering their online personas

"My son Tubbo is getting tested for the gifted program at his school, and Corpse's son Tommy thinks his toothbrush is haunted."

Tho it could very easily be the other way around too lol.

But also reader tweeting this to Ranboo during his first mcc

I firmly believe the reader does not have an alt twitter account. It's because they're from the era of the internet where it was kind of all or nothing, but also their pinned tweet "no alt accounts you WILL read my 2am rants about cheese and them watch me self promo in the next tweet with no middle ground we die like men" (I love the chaotic stupid htlgi reader)

But back to reader & tubbo, can you IMAGINE how hard they'd hype that kid up after hearing Life By The Sea???? THEY'D BE SO PROUD!!! Absolutely on the STREAM LIFE BY THE SEA train.

Also, we've established that Corpse and Reader teaming up in games is terrifyingly competent or chaotic stupid, but if Reader and Tubbo were ever teamed up they would probably be absolutely unstoppable. Like the reader is v protective of anyone younger than them, especially teenagers because they know what it's like to be online and in the spotlight at that age, but teaming up with Tommy or Ranboo for games isn't the same as it is with tubbo. Reader works well with them and there's good BantzTM but I feel like with tubbo, and yes I'm projecting here, the reader unlocks like, a new level of competency from Sudden Onset Opposite Cain Instinct. The reader doesn't really play enough minecraft to be considered for MCC, but there's a joke that surfaces after a few streams with Reader and Tubbo on the same team for various games, that if the reader was teamed with tubbo for MCC they would somehow win out of spite.

But also I love the idea of the reader being their friends' biggest hypeman. Unashamedly supportive on every platform, incredibly outspoken. YouTubers and traditional celebrities alike.

tweets posted within 24hrs:

Reader tweeting "ITS NOT A TATBILB SOUNDTRACK IF I DONT ABSOLUTELY GO OFF FOR AT LEAST 3 MINUTES WHILE @NoahCent AND @lanacondor MAKE ME BELIEVE IN LOVE 🥰🥰🥰" during his Always And Forever live blog. The chain that follows:

@NoahCent: ITS NOT TATBILB WITHOUT YOU

@YourTwitter: YOU KEEP SAYING NICE THINGS IM GONNA WRITE A SONG ABT U MY DUDE

@NoahCent: 👀 don't tease me like that

@YourTwitter: next time I'm in Miami I'll serenade u

@NoahCent: that better be a promise

AND THEN THE READER TWEETING "@slimesicles first dsmp stream is the only thing that matters actually 🥰💚" at 3am and then immediately replying to themselves "he has bones of dubious origins and I love him"

Then tweeting at 2pm the next day "sometimes I think about the fact that I just got to watch @Corpse_Husband stand in the middle of his kitchen and eat cereal out of a saucepan because neither of us can be bothered to wash dishes and I'm genuinely overwhelmed with love." and then "Its so dumb and sappy but I feel like I've got more of a crush on him now than before we were dating. Hes so cool and talented, do you think he likes me? 😳👉👈" (and three minutes later they post "he read my tweets and muttered 'we are in the timeline god abandoned'. I think he likes me. We're washing the dishes now 😍")

The reader just having so much love in their heart but absolutely refusing to be normal about it. I could bang on forever about the reader not understanding how big they are in the real world and somehow always being shocked when celebrities they haven't directly worked with respond to their tweets ---

@YourTwitter: @TheRock notice me senpai

@TheRock: 👀 You called?

@YourTwitter:

Reader is peak "pure of heart, dumb of ass" when they want to be. They play up some of it, as it's almost always been a part of their persona when they're not actively spiralling. But also they're not Stupid; chaotic is often mistaken for being stupid, but they're smart enough to have gotten where they are.

The reader casually and precisely tearing apart and disproving malicious rumours about their friends on stream without looking away from whatever game they're playing. offhandedly alluding to the fact that they havea scarily detailed understanding of how and why their friends are successful, both from a YouTube and a general entertainment industry standpoint. Hearing their friends in an Among Us lobby talking about old YouTube trends from around 2013, and the reader going quiet as they start talking about a very specific one that everyone else nostalgically remembers watching, and the reader quietly pipes up "I started that one" and the way every else remembers at the same time that theyre Old YouTube Famous, like "I've been on this site longer than Markiplier, only by a month and a half but still" Old YouTube Famous, "I've forgotten more collabs that I've been in than you have had collabs" Old YouTube Famous.

If they could bother having an ego, they'd be insufferable. I love them. Very Choose Joy mentality instead 🥰

#black cat anon #htlgi #your local homosexual with no chill

[handweavers]

hi kiran can i ask you for advice/tips/strategies/whatever that you have for like making art in spite of executive functioning + focus issues? im starting to suspect that i have more adhd tendencies than i thought and it has become a HUGE struggle for me to keep making work even tho it's something i enjoy doing, esp without the structure of school... i know you talk about dealing w that stuff a lot and i would love yr insights if you have them 💜💜💜good luck w yr next semester btw! that prof whose work you were posting seems rly cool

hiiii em 🧡🧡 i learned these methods from my psychologist and they're my main strategies for ADHD/ executive dysfunction and focus issues in general but they extend to making art as well. they are far easier said than done and i still fuck up but i try my best:

- remind yourself why you make art in the first place. look at stuff that inspires you to make and look at notes or ideas you've written down or things you want to work on, try to remember why you like to make things and what gets you genuinely excited to work and passionate about creating. it's 10x easier to get yourself to do anything if it doesn't feel like a chore and instead something you really want to do for your own enjoyment

- if that doesn't work, you have to parent yourself. imagine you are a separate person trying to take care of yourself (like a guardian or parent or close friend/trusted person whichever mental image you're most comfortable with, it doesn't have to be someone in particular but whoever it is must be someone you know in your bones has your best interests as heart and is trying to help you) because it needs to be done.

- it can also be pictured like entering into robot mode, like someone found your Off switch for whatever activity you're doing that you need to stop and then reset you, and now they're Guiding you to where you need to go or what you need to do because It Needs to Be Done. it could be robot mode or video game character ("I'm being controlled by someone else and they are physically making me get up and move" like a sims character) if you are okay with those thoughts and they don't cause paranoia, or you could view it as a trusted person or spirit lovingly but sternly taking your hand and guiding you to where you have to go, whatever works for you. you could even picture where you have to go and imagine yourself connected to a string and it is Physically Pulling you toward where you have to go

- the moment you remember or think about doing something whether it's making art or doing dishes or taking a shower, do it. no 'ok in 5 mins' or 'once this video ends' or whatever, immediately force yourself to stand up and Drop what you're doing and push it away from you.

- if you can't because you're doing something you actually can't step away from, immediately set a reminder in your phone that will notify you to sit down and draw or work or whatever at a time you know you'll be free and when the notif goes off you Have to go do it immediately or it won't get done and be strict with yourself about it

- once you start to procrastinate it's very difficult to stop, you can keep saying 'ok 20 more mins and I'll get up' 'one more video and then i'm done' but don't allow yourself to start that cycle because you know where it leads, you know it doesn't help you and it's self destructive. you can always come back to reading or watching something or whatever else you're doing once you're done. entice yourself and say 'i can only finish this and do more xyz once I do some work or practice drawing for 15 mins' whatever it is you need to do

- if you're able to get yourself to sit down and work but struggle with focus, make a promise to yourself that you're going to try your best to work on something for a specific set of time that sounds manageable, whether it's 5 mins or 15 or 30, and set a timer, and sit there for that period and try your best. when the timer goes off if you're focusing and want to continue you can, but if it feels like pulling teeth at least you sat down and Tried for that length of time. you tried your best, that's all you can ask of yourself. get up and do something else, have some water and do something enjoyable for a bit, and come back in an hour or two hours or another day and do it again, and again, and this goes on until you either Find Your Focus and Passion and Want To Keep Going or the work gets done just due to consistently chipping away at it bit by bit every day and you feel less guilty for not working on anything.

- you can even schedule it in your phone like every day at 7 pm or whatever time a notif will go off and you will try your best to parent yourself and get up and sit down to work, set a timer for however long, and just try your best to sit there and work on a project for that length of time. even if you don't actually get anything done, you sat down and tried and you can try again tomorrow.

sorry this was so long, i don't know how to keep things short lmfao but i tried to break everything up as much as was logically possible. i hope some of this helps you the way it's helped me 🧡🧡

#long post

[mirrorballls]

* liana liberato, cis woman + she/her | you know rory hanna, right? they’re twenty-two, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, their whole life? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to cool by soccer mommy like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that loud pen clicking rapidly in the corner of kahlo’s, collegiate sweatshirt two sizes too big, and constantly waiting for that deep breath of relief: a longing hope that one day, it’ll all settle down thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is august 26th, so they’re a virgo, which is unsurprising, all things considered.

hey team.

admins made poor decision and let me take up two more muses. i want to plot but we all know i’m butt ass slow at getting to those messages so. i’ll probably make a day of that once i finish starters this all makes sense in my little twisted head.

basics.

full name:  aurora catherine hanna. answers exclusively to rory. birthday:  august 26, 1998. big three:  virgo sun. aquarius moon. capricorn rising. sexuality:  bisexual. occupation:  social media manager for the local paper. neighborhood:  lives in her childhood home on orion avenue.

bio.

rory was born the youngest of three and it shows. i’m not saying third child syndrome is real, but if it is, rory has it. her family was seemingly average in every way: the white picket fence, the house on orion avenue, parents happily married, and not many curveballs coming their way. but as the youngest, rory has always been more of a self-starter. from a young age, she was both fiercely independent and constatnly doing whatever it took to get her parents attention: it’s a paradox, but it’s who she was. she burned the candle at both ends, making sure she was taken care of, on the right track, but always looking for a pat on the back about it.

education had always been a priority in the hanna family: both of their parents were teachers and they were sure to instill a sense of how important an education was. and it left marks on them all in a different way. for her brother, it meant pursuing teaching (smiles at austin) and for her, it was turning her education into something competitive, something she was so passionate about getting the absolute most out of, she was willing to go to extreme lengths. she, like many others, will blame it on the aftermath of gifted-and-talented programs, and being made to feel like she had to achieve at this high level or fail, no middle of the road.

and so, school became almost her singular focus. she was naturally clever, smart enough to learn little ways to come up for air, but for the most part, it was always at the forefront of her mind. and for that, she became her mother’s prize jewel. she would beam and laugh and joke with her bookclub friends about how rory would one day be at duke with the best of them. and her third child syndrome just ate that up. she loved the attention and the praise that dedicating herself to school got her, and she’d do anything to keep that high for a while.

so high school kind of sucked. she had her sights set on duke and knew, that to actually be able to go, she’d have to get enough scholarship money to make that feasible. because the more she talked to her mom about school, the more she indulged her desire to see rory succeed, almost as if she was living vicariously through her, school kept getting bigger. because at first it was getting to the top of her class. then it was duke. then it was law school, preferably ivy league. they had it all mapped out, ready for rory to just succeed and make it happen.

but obviously it’s not as easy as just succeeding. for four years, she was stretched thin. she got involved with as many clubs as she could, she took as many ap classes as her bloated schedule would allow. she played it cool around her friends, whenever she was actually able to see her friends, but for the most part, she spent high school holed up in the library or her bedroom studying and working on whatever paper or project would click her along on her way to duke.

but it all paid off. in the end, she got into duke, and was able to check off that box. but she also got into university of north carolina, and they were a lot more generous with the scholarships. she got a full ride, and with ambitions beyond undergrad, it just made sense to go ahead and take it, save her money for the big league law school she would pick out later. plus, she still got the satisfaction of knowing she got in, she had done enough to impress them, so she convinced herself that was all the payoff she needed.

she majored in journalism and political science, always with intentions of it being a solid base for law school. but she always had a preference for her journalism classes. she got really involved in campus publications and, while it wasn’t all consuming like high school extracurriculars had been, it was something she loved. she loved writing, she loved piecing together each week’s issue, she loved exploring her world through that lens, getting to shine a spotlight on the good and the bad in her community. if she had it her way, she’d pursue that full time. but she didn’t think that was possible.

about a year ago, around the time she was working on law school applications, her parents got divorced. it sent shockwaves through her family, rory and her siblings were largely blindsided by the decision, and it brought her to reconsider a lot of things. seeing her mother in this new light, it felt like half of her decisions for the past ten years had been made to please someone she felt like she didn’t even really know.

so, partly out of hedonism and partly out of spite, she decided to defer law school, eventually deciding to all together not go. she was breaking the cycle and doing something for herself for once. she would take her degree and pursue journalism, she would keep living with her dad and largely cut out her mom, she’d become the person she wanted to be and not who she was expected to be.

but living an amazing life out of spite is harder than she expected. she’s working on finding her footing again, but she didn’t expect to be out in the real world so soon. she took the only job the local paper had available, and she’s hoping to work her way up to writing and editing more, but for now, she’s taking what she can get.

personality wise she’s very determined and stubborn when it matters but she’s also always been a little impish. when she took breaks from studying to go out, she wanted it to count, so she’s been known to raise a little hell. just wanted to make sure she didn’t read as fully joyless nerd even though she is like at least a third joyless nerd.

connections.

high school friends!! rory came back to irving on the weekends/in the summer, but she kind of fell out of touch with a lot of her closest friends from high school. i picture her to have been close with a bunch of other smart girls with ambitions, so maybe its just a matter of them all being in town again to get back in the swing of things

summer flings!!! she hasn’t done a lot of dating dating, but she was prone to messing around a little in the summer. maybe ur muse was apart of that! they could be on the same page as her or maybe they wanted something more and it just didn’t pan out.

former rivals!!! maybe if they were in high school at the same time, your muse and rory were rivals. they still be rivals, and your muse has the upper hand since rory gave up on law school, or maybe they’re more on the same page now.

im very bad at thinking of these. but i would love to make plots with you all :)

but im gonna keep this short and sweet because i have Another Intro to write.... ugh

#irvingintro #1 down 1 to go then im free to play again.....

[edengarden]

HI! may i please have a male haikyuu matchup?

ok so i’m female, my personality type is infp and i am a libra. these always look so fun but i screw them up so imma hope i don’t this time. overall i’m a carefree person! i’m just trying to make my way around the world one way or another and i honestly could care less about what the future holds for me. i liek to think of myself as a kind person but idk. i try to help others before i help myself, i value others feelings and actions a lot more than my own even if i don’t show it and have a cold exterior. i am a super energetic person and i love to just live life i guess? i’m such a hard worker, everything i do and achieve was buit up from my hard work. when i am determined in something, i’m more determined than ever whether it’s out of spite or pure enjoyment i’m determined. i’m an independent person where if it’s not for enjoyment i want to do it on my own, i don’t want anyone’s help. all my schoolwork is doen alone and i try to avoid group projects to a max.

ok for flaws since i’m sure this part will be easier NAKSK: i’m going to get straight to the point i’m honestly a bitch. i have lots of self pity and i hate it. i’m a naive person who needs to look more for the consequences of what i’m about to do, i’m impulsive. im short tempered and get pissed way too easily over the smallest things. im such a narcissist sometimes and the somedays i see myself as the worst person in the world. im an insomniac who barely sleeps but i got that energy so- i’m only paranoid of one thing, i have to lock the door each night and check it at least three times before i can go to bed. but that doesn’t stop me from watching dateline HELL NO AHH I LOVE TRUE CRIME AGHH

i’m currently in college studying to be a forensic psychologist honestly have no clue why i picked that at all but i’m so interested in it. i play lacrosse and if i’m being honest, i started in middle school when i got pissed at a kid so i did it out of pure sprite. more so because i like the physical contact in the sport where i can shove a kid and the refs could care less. i love mentos, pumpkin pie, and plants. more specifically flowers i got a whole garden in my room and boy do i love it. I ALSO LOVE RATS!! i own four rats and i love them so very much rats get a bad rep and i’m sick of it dammit.

hmmmm i love classic rock! my favorite song is either win by david bowie or paint it black by the rolling stones. though i do love any classical music specifically played on the piano and in minor gives me those i’m boutta get killed vibes but to a bop. the first one piece opening slaps too tho don’t get me started

i lovelovelove studying i can speak 4 languages and i love chemistry to a max, i can recite the whole periodic table and i take pride in it. i am fascinated with how the human brain works and why we do things. i can play multiple instruments but primarily i play the piano and the double bass!!

my name is arsen (it’s russian my parents aren’t psychopaths i swear) and i’ve been told i fit it but i don’t know how to take that information SJSK i like to think i’m a fun person.

fun facts because i don’t know what to add: after five redbulls and somehow not cardiac arrest i ran a half marathon out of pure spite towards my friend who told me i needed to get off by ass

i love to read lots!

i convinced my friend off of impulse to take a backpack trip across the us and then go to vegas and damn that was fun

i am on a mission to achieve the guinness world record for lowest limbo

i can walk on my big toes and as well walk like a chameleon on my finger tips and toes

when i lived in russia i joined a roller derby team and KICKED ASS i love roller derby so much smh

i lived in russia and i love the cold sososososo much

ive been cliff diving, bungee jumping, sky diving with my dad, and scuba diving! i’ve been paragliding and it’s the best thing ever!!

like i saïd, i’m trying to live life! i try not to live in fear and when things get rough remember to enjoy the little moments and make the best of what we have.

my first job was at a cemetery and it taught me so much, i loved that job.

in a partner i look for someone who is determined, a hardworker and is dedicated to a relationship. someone who shares aspects of my personality or the complete opposite that i can just vent to. i want someone who can laugh with me and that i can cry against when i need to. i want someone who i can just live life with and be proud of, and at the end of the day cuddle under the stars.

am i supposed to put appearance, i don’t know? i have medium length black hair that’s pretty wavy and black bangs that grow out towards my sides sort of like curtain bangs i don’t know how to explain oops it’s pretty thin but i think i pull it off well! (self confidence for the win 😤✋) i have light green eyes and a very cheeky smile which is my favorite part of me! i have a very athletic build and big ass thighs oops. my legs are longg and i’m 5’9 so i’m pretty tall. my skin is pretty clear and i’m very pale.

thank you very much for your time and i hope you have a good day!

:)))

AHAHA JOINING A SPORT OUT OF PURE SPITE THATS SO FUNNYYY

Do you,, do you kin Bakugou by any chance? You should kin Bakugou, you give me Bakugou vibes

I’m matching you up with Asahi!

He’s like,, your total opposite but that’s what you need I think!! Doing things out of spite is okay but only to a certain extent; he’d make sure you wouldn’t get yourself hurt.

Also you being so bold?? It inspires him, and I think you’d rub off on him in a way that he starts so assert himself a bit more (WE STAN PROGRESS). Aside from your Uncontrollable Anger™️, you’re such a well-rounded person and he’s so shocked by it. He admires it so much, and to be yours?? To be so close to you and see you in action and KNOW what makes you tick feels like a blessing to him.

I see Asahi as someone who’s never done something extreme, so when you encourage him to go skydiving, or even paragliding with him, he’s so fucking scared, but he sees the bright smile on your face and he knows you’ve done it before so if you’re so excited to do it again, it can’t be that bad right?? Long story short you push him outside his comfort zone and since you’re with him while it happens, it’s really not that bad. Boy gets super proud of himself after and you’re proud too and getting your praise and approval is so nice for him.

You’re also,, lowkey his attack dog? Nishinoya jokes about it a lot (“ooh don’t piss off Asahi too much he’ll set Arsen after you dude”). The team loves you, but they know not to fuck with you or Asahi lmao. ALSO YOURE HIS GREATEST MOTIVATOR. If buddy needs encouragement, your way of delivering it is so straight forward, almost SHOCKING and it gets the job done.

Songs!!!

- Money, Pink Floyd

- In the Lap of the Gods, Queen

- 12 Études, Op. 25, no. 11, in A Minor. Lento- Allegro “Winter Wind”, Frédéric Chopin (if this doesn’t exude your energy dude, nothing does)

- Joe the Lion, David Bowie

#haikyuu matchups #haikyuu!! #matchup #asahi azumane

[astereaholloway]

- ̗̀ * ( sophie turner + cisfemale + she/her ) have you seen ( aster holloway ) walking around campus ? they are a ( twenty-one ) year old, studying ( botany + entomology ). we hear they are in ( theta sigma eta ), and can be ( opinionated & daunting ), maybe it’s because they are an ( aries ). they sort of remind us of ( abandoned greenhouses, spinning bike wheels , iridescent pocket knives ), maybe we can find out more ! *  ̖́-  + habitat

i yeet’d holliday for this child o’ mine pls love her bc i love her sm i’ll prolly change her fc to sophie turner as soon as i get tired of cropping gifs of saoirse but enjoy her face for now sksksk. like this n i’ll come to u!!

tw: fire, death, cancer, etc. etc.

gen. info

full name: aster holloway

nickname(s): n/a, give her one n she’ll cut you probably

b.o.d. - april 1st.

label(s): the hellcat, the minefield, the connard, etc. etc.

height: probably like 5′7″ or 5′8″ tbh

hometown: inglewood, california

sexuality: chaotic. lesbian.

bio. info

hasn’t had the most......stable, life

born to dahlia verbeck, a botanist, wildlife conservationist, and volunteer firefighter whose presence was very well known in south california’s environmental scene

to keep a long story short, she married maverick holloway; a sleazy low-rank cop with a smoking problem and an obnoxious personality when she was 19. he was nearly twice her age. nobody knows why she married him, or why she tolerated him

the relationship was by no means abusive, but it was lackluster

this led to dahlia having a one night stand, and baba boom baba bing, aster was conceived

 the only one who knew that the child wasn’t maverick’s was dahlia’s twin brother, donovan, whose career was p much the exact same as dahlia’s

they were basically both mad scientists; when dahlia started slacking because of her pregnancy, donovan would kick it up

like ykno the twin scientists in bioshock infinite ?? that them like they were eerily alike, always finishing each other’s sentences. nightmare fuel.

the only difference was that donovan was considerably less intense than dahlia b/c dahlia was the kinda lass who would set fire to your car

anywAYs so aster was born and everything was fine n dandy until she got a lil older and it suddenly became clear that this child was absolutely not maverick’s at all because they looked. nothing alike. like u know when u can just tell ?? yeah. yeah u could tell

maverick left dahlia afterwards and it was essentially up to her to raise aster alone. donovan had his own wife and kid to take care of and sort of backed down from his career to do so. house dads ftw

aster grew up knowing her dad as some ‘deadbeat no good’ simply bc dahlia was bitter

also grew up as the kid who would hold worms over another kid’s face and taunt them w/ it. so like, playground bully. that was aster. she’s not ashamed of it

she was often left on her own to do her own kinda shit b/c her mom was always busy out in nature n’ shit but aster never minded; loved her mom a Lot

aster’s life changed when she was nine

her mother had been doing research out in the ~wilderness~ with donovan, after months of convincing him of doing this one last project with her~ when the wildfires started

it spread so fast, and they were already too far away from the road

it took them two months to confirm that the twins were dead

rather than leave aster to maverick, elaine--donovan’s wife--took her under her wing and moved across the country to boston alongside myra, her daughter

elaine always held a resentment towards aster because of her mother, but never did anything about it--it was just always, sorta, implied ?

but myra and aster got along swimmingly despite being polar opposites

aster was p much a feral child, and myra had been receiving etiquette lessons since birth, practically--like, literally

elaine put them in the same hobbies but aster always found ways to be wildly different from the ~standard~

myra learned cello and flute, aster started up on bass and drums (breaking both instruments, repeatedly, for many years)

elaine forced dance onto the both of them, and whilst they both excelled at ballet--aster switched over to a more free-flowing dance as soon as she was able to

(that and when elaine tried to put aster in sports instead of dance--figuring her fiery nature would be put to good use--aster managed to get kicked off of every single team of every single sport she tried b/c of her aggression. theyve had to fight a few lawsuits after aster’s broken a number of noses and sporting equipments)

myra was learning two languages, aster? dyslexic and could barely read english as it was; science made sense to her, however. plants? especially.

people confused myra and aster for twins nearly all the damn time, despite only being cousins, they were so alike and yet so opposite

that was, of course, until they got into a nasty spat when they were seventeen

it was something about dead parents and resentments and yadda yadda; it didn’t end well

aster wound up running away......all the way back to los angeles.

n i mean like......homegirl literally managed to run away across the gd country w/o getting caught or murdered

by the time she arrived in los angeles her aunt was sort of like ‘fuck it ur almost 18′ b/c....aster was nearly 18 by the time she arrived in the city, and elaine contacted maverick who in which found aster

aster did not want to go with him, after hearing stories about him just being no-good

but at that point, maverick was one of los angeles’ head detectives with a beautiful apartment and a beautiful wife and a beautiful dog and just kind of living his best life ?? after dahlia’s death he had really cleaned himself up y’kno

aster still kind of resented him but that was more of an inner thing

anyways she started attending ucla b/c her mother attended ucla, but her mother wasn’t a part of a sorority

it was one of those spur of the moment decisions and like nobody knows how aster ended up in theta sigma eta b/c she’s like a grumpy grandmother

but like she dun’ did that

we stan

a year ago maverick was diagnosed w cancer and has been in the hospital battling it ever since, aster is admittedly effected by it but like would never tell anybody ever

she doesn’t really tell anybody anything about her life, like, it’s a gd mystery

uuuuuuuuh aster works in a floral shop as a florist and grows her own shit ranging from fruits, vegetables, weed, shrooms, uh opium poppies yeah she Does that

it’s organic n fresh n shit like the devil works hard but aster works harder

she doesn’t really ~sell~ too often b/c she’s kinda selfish w her stash but it’s some top notch shit when she does 

no she doesn’t grow in the floral shop she’s not Stupid

aster inherited some of her mother’s properties Out There so she drives up almost everyday to take care of her plants

uuuhh fun fact, aster’s part of a dance like...company, kind of? but not really ? outside of ucla b/c she hates being involved in school shit besides habitat for humanity

personality

v v v harsh tbh

she won’t beat around the bush, usually...brutally honest, tbh?

like lbr she’s kind of a bitch too

just v offputting at first b/c she tells it like how it is n doesn’t rly care abt ur problems

doesn’t go around lookin’ for new friends but if you’re tight w her then she’ll probably die for u like she’s v loyal

but if u wrong her like even once she’ll drop u and treat u like right shit

she either feels intensely or nothing at all n that’s like. smth u have to deal w/

she’s v v v chaotic neutral, bordering evil--really works in her own favors

became a botanist after her mother bc she admired her mother more than anybody else

not saying that being vegan is a personality trait

but

aster’s a vegan

n just super hardcore into saving the earth n shit?

litter and she’ll break ur nose, basically

v into sustainable living n shit. rides her bicycle everywhere if she can, rly rarely drives, doesn’t do fast fashion at ALL

v v passionate, will argue w/ u until u admit she’s right even if she’s painfully wrong

like super stubborn, v opinionated, assumes the worst of u immediately

a lil cynical, but is more realist than pessimist

BIG FUCKING GAY

like so gay

she’s not Out-Out but she definitely doesn’t hide it, just doesn’t think it’s necessary to be like ‘im gay’ every 5 minutes n doesn’t think it’s necessary to let ppl kno she’s gay b/c shes just like....its my business

kinda bitch to flirt w dudes for fun in order to lead them on, get them to do things for her, etc. etc. just to disappoint in the end

this is big dumbass energy b/c that’s how u get stabbed

unless aster stabs u first

kinda gal who’ll key ur car if u piss her off during a class debate, but will also stick thumb tacks into ur wheels n shit too

like.....i said she’s spiteful, right? b/c she can b so spiteful

really, genuinely, has no regard for other ppl’s feelings

her music taste is either heavy rock or straight up like grimes/die antwoord there is no in between (prolly listens to billie eilish tho)

owns a pet tarantula n yes she has it in her dorm n Yes she brings it out n plays w it n shit her name is stevie nicks n u better respect her

big slut

would never cheat on u but also probably wouldn’t date u in the first place bc she’s scared of like....being in a relationship b/c all of hers are p much on the rocks

probably carries around a pocket knife at all times

probably bought said pocket knife from a dude in an alleyway for like $5 

myra also goes to ucla and theyre 100% still not speaking but that’s bc they’re both too stubborn to go to each other but like lbr aster misses her cousin

v unruly, nvr brushes her hair, usually got dirt on her clothes bc she’s prolly been digging in gardens or stealing flowers or some shit

bright side is tht she always smells like flowers

theta sigma eta is lucky b/c she cooks her own meals w her own fresh veggies n shit n she always makes too much food n like ? so good

but anyways she’s also got like no manners okay she’s so impolite

uuuuuuh god i dunno what else

wanted connections

ride or die

other friends of varying closeness

ex-friends ???

...like somebody she’s into but also...not into? v conflicted feelings

on-and-off-agains bc their relationship is awful n probably toxic but it just. hurt so good

ex-gfs

ex-hookups

boys she’s led on

boys she’s currently leading on

flirtatious encounter gone wrong [not clickbait] ??

enemies

enemies but gone sexual [not clickbait]

buyers of her products - either weed, shrooms, or opium teehee

roommate

give her somebody she was a uwu soft crush on but would nvr do anything abt bc gross romance !!

alternately, unrequited crushes of any sorts

fellow gays b/c gays always end up knowing each other

party pals

frenemies ??

sdfgh give me her dad’s trophy wife pleathe....it’d be so funny

childhood friends tht knew her b4 she moved to boston so like...ages 0-9

childhood friends tht knew her after she moved to boston so like...ages 9-17

or acquaintances bc she was....a mean one

A TUTOR just b/c she can rly struggle w her dyslexia

#uclas:intro

[cloakofred]

an intro to little red:

that’s luna garnet walking down the street, the twenty-three year old, who looks like madelaine petsch. here in apple peak, they work as a server at bella notte. some say she acts like red riding hood from little red riding hood, since she can be courageous & kind, but also a little bit naïve & credulous.

okay listen folks! i’ve put this intro off for a hot minute bc im the worst and haven’t figured out every aspect of her character just yet but i wanna get her up so i can get plots and things goin!! so pls luv my bb red even if shes a lil unfinished

mother said, straight ahead — not to delay or be misled

her full name is luna cleopatra garnet.  (her mother was a fan of fantasy & whimsy) though she often goes by her nickname, red.

the history of the nickname is a story of the chicken or the egg.  red is usually donned head to toe in the color, for it is her absolute favorite.  she can often be seen about town in her famous red cape, first gifted to her by her grandma when she was a little girl.  she loved it so much, that every birthday after her granny stitched her up a new one after the old one had been worn, and torn, and outgrown.

her grandma will say she made the first cloak because little luna loved red so much, but luna will claim she loved the color because it was the shade of her favorite red hood.

red is the child of a single mother.  she was raised by her mother and her granny, who loved her dearly.  it was a supportive household, filled with kindness, tenacity, and joy.

she were never very well off, luna’s mother worked multiple jobs to support them, and luna starting doing small odd jobs of her own as soon as she was able.  she would pick flowers in the woods and sell them to her neighbors as a young girl, and would eventually log many hours babysitting, cleaning, or gardening for others as a teen.

she was always an adventurous and independent child, and that carried into her teens and young adulthood.  she liked to explore, make friends, and lived in an innocent world.

ABUSE TW: when she was in high school, she was involved in an abusive relationship with a boy she didn’t love, and one who didn’t love her, though he had always claimed otherwise.  but that wasn’t love, she would soon learn that.  for the first time, she was lying to her mother, to granny.  she walked through the world hidden under a red hood.  and when she eventually broke down, had had enough and came clean, it was the women she loved who rescued her, who patched her up and gave her strength. ( end of tw )

i should have headed her advice, but he seemed so nice

she currently lives with her grandma.  she takes care of her, and she is her very best friend.  

her mother isn’t around rn (I HAVENT SUPER FIGURED OUT WHY YET so i’ll let you guys know)

she works as a waitress at bella notte to make some money.  she enjoys cooking and baking herself, and dabbles in it from time to time.  her favorite recipes are ones she can make with fresh picked ingredients, especially ones she can find herself in the woods.

stops at the tea kettle like once a day at least to get sweets for granny okay

can’t find her? she’s probably sitting in a field of wildflowers, under a tree in the middle of the forest, riding her bike through town – the front basket filled with warm pastries, or reading at her grandmother’s side.

but what a change! no cloak of red — no silly hood upon her head.  she said “hello, and please do note: my lovely furry wolfskin coat.”

red is courageous and adventurous.  she likes to explore.

she is often lead astray, she is easily distracted by the beautiful and intriguing, which can get her into trouble.

because of this, it is often hard for her to stay focused on one task or stay dedicated to a single project.  

she is fiercely loyal to those that she loves.  she will literally do anything for you.  SHES GOT U SIS

has a love for flowers and nature, and shes very drawn to the moon.  that was probably her mother’s fault for naming her luna, but she feels a deep connection to it.

a certified gay™

she considers herself an optimistic realist.  she is generally very kind and generous, but she sees the world for what it is.  she’s no longer the little girl wandering through the trees alone, she protects herself.  at times, she can still be a bit too impulsive, trusting, and naïve.  she is trying to be more cautious, more observant.  she doesn’t want that to harden her though.

"In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.” 

i know things now — connections

friends friends!!! give her all the friends!  people she grew up with, went to school with, work(ed) with, met on a long walk in the woods idk

romantic stuff old & new

people who are regulars at the restaurant???

IDK IM BAD AT THIS HMU WE’LL FIGURE IT OUT !!! 

#curse:intro #[about]

[casper-has-a-cat]

WARNING: descriptions of vomit below!

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okay, you’ve been warned!  please enjoy the fic!

Kuroo didn’t like labels.  They made things feel deceptively permanent, falsely mutually exclusive, and generally excessively dramatic.  Thus, he tried not to label his days as being “good” or “bad.”  Today, however, was an exception.

Although he hadn’t woken up on the wrong side of the bed, per say, he had woken up on the floor, and with a terrible crick in his neck at that.  Which sucked, but at that point he was still able to convince himself that it wasn’t a bad enough to be a Bad™ day yet.

Then he realized he’d woken up an hour and a half late and he decided that it at least had potential.  

He rushed to get ready, knowing he’d miss first and second period at the very least, but hoping to make it to third period on time since he had a Statistics exam.  The getting ready went pretty smoothly, and Kuroo started to think that maybe the day would get better.

Needless to say, he was wrong.

There was no food in his house.  None.  He’d forgotten to get the groceries last night, and this was the result.  He slammed the cabinet door shut, losing his cool a bit before reminding himself to stay calm.  He managed to do so, right up until he saw the unread messages on his phone screen.

From: Kitten Time: 6:45 am where r u

From: Kitten Time: 6:53 am r u coming

Call from: Kitten Time: 6:55 am

From: Kitten Time: 7:02 am we r gonna b late

Call from: Kitten Time: 7:02 am

From: Kitten Time: 7:03 am im gonna skip if u do

From: Kitten Time: 7:03 am i dont want to go today

Call from: Kitten Time: 7:03 am

Call from: Kitten Time: 7:04 am

Call from: Kitten Time: 7:04 am

Call from: Kitten Time: 7:04 am

Call from: Kitten Time: 7:05 am

From: Kitten Time: 7:05 am moms making me go

“Shit!”  He couldn’t help it.  This time he shouted out loud.  One good thing was that since his parents were out of town, nobody heard him, but it didn’t make him feel much better.  By the time he texted Kenma back his hands were shaking and his head was pulsing vaguely behind his eyes.

To: Kitten Time: 9:24 am Kenma I am so sorry I totally overslept.  Hang in there.  I’m on my way.

And then he was, as he had told Kenma, on his way, begrudgingly taking with him a headache instead of breakfast, but on his way nonetheless.  He was forced to make a large detour due to a new construction site’s cropping up.  He scowled.  Not only was it inconvenient, but they’d cut down his favorite tree.  It was where he’d first met Kenma.  And now suddenly it was gone forever.

By the time he got to school, it was already 20 minutes into third period.  Kenma still hadn’t responded to his text, Kuroo couldn’t stop thinking about how his favorite tree was gone forever, his head still hurt from having been unable to eat, and his neck still hurt from having fallen off his bed.  Basically, he felt like crying.  Instead, he shot Kenma another text and went to take his test.

To: Kitten Time: 10:30 am I’m sorry Kenma, I really am.  I’ll see you at lunch, okay?

During the test could barely focus.  He was so hungry, and the combination of the crick in his neck and his mild headache was really starting to get to him, making it hard to remember material even though he’d stayed up late memorizing it.  Still, he was nearly finished when the teacher stopped them.  Five minutes early.  Kuroo couldn’t believe it.  When the teacher came by he started to protest.

“Excuse me, but I believe we should have another five minutes?  I’m almost done, and-“

“Well, Mr. Tetsurou, maybe you should have thought of that before you came to the test 20 minutes late.”

“But-“  The teacher took his papers.  Kuroo sighed and relented.  It wasn’t like he really had a valid excuse anyway, and he was truly too exhausted to argue any further.

He slunk to the cafeteria, scrolling through his non-existent new text messages in a daze.  He wondered how angry Kenma was.  

Angry enough, he soon discovered, to avoid sitting at their usual table.

“Damnit,” he mumbled, wanting to kick himself.  He shook his head.  Kenma could be anywhere.  At the moment, however, Kuroo felt like if he didn’t eat, he would pass out, so he got in the lunch line.  It wasn’t until he was at the register that he realized: his wallet was gone.

As his hand searched his pocket, which had nothing in it but a hole, his face paled.  The lunch lady was glaring at him, tapping her fingers impatiently.

“I, uh,” he stuttered, still searching his pocket in disbelief even though he knew he wouldn’t find anything there.  His throat got tight in that way it did when he wanted to cry but refused to do so, and he opened his mouth to explain what had happened.

Just then, a small figure popped up beside him and stuck a wad of cash into his hand.  Kuroo looked down in surprise, then let out a breath of relief.  It was Kenma.  He was pouting and aggressively avoiding eye contact, but he was there.  Kuroo smiled, paid for his food, and then followed Kenma as he stalked away.  They ended up underneath a tree.  Kenma sat down with his back to it and started eating, just a bit.  Kuroo tried to sit next to him, but Kenma immediately scuttled to the opposite side of the tree so that their backs were to each other.

“Kenma…”  Kuroo spooned some of his lunch into his mouth.  Despite how hungry he was, he couldn’t appreciate the food when he was so worried about his best friend.  Hoping it would help him think more clearly, he made himself eat anyway.

“The teacher called me out for being late,” Kenma mumbled, not looking up from his food.

Kuroo’s throat tightened again.  He knew how much Kenma hated being the center of attention, and this time it was Kuroo’s fault that he’d been made the focal point for his entire class.

“I’m sorry, Kenma.  Really, I am,” Kuroo apologized, not knowing what else he could say.  He didn’t think telling Kenma that he’d been called out for being late, too, would help matters, and yet it felt like his brain was short-circuiting, only capable of looping through the day’s regrets and sending him sharp bursts of physical and psychological pain.

They ate in silence for the next fifteen minutes.  Then Kenma spoke up again.

“They cut down the tree.”

Kuroo looked up, hearing that Kenma’s voice was much closer than it had been before.  Sure enough, the smaller boy was now next to him.  He could see the slight crease in Kenma’s brow that meant he was upset.  Kuroo hated that Kenma was upset, but he was glad that the tree meant something to him, too.

“I know, Ki- uh, Kenma,” he corrected.  Kenma looked up from his game and gave Kuroo a long, bland stare.  Then he shrugged and turned back to his game.  They didn’t say much else before the bell rang and they had to go to class.

The second half of Kuroo’s day was nearly as bad as the first.  He was assigned group projects in all three of his afternoon classes.  He hated group projects with a passion, because it always meant working with idiots.  It didn’t help that his headache still hadn’t gone away, even though he’d been sure to eat more than enough at lunch.  He scowled, and tried to be nice to his group mates in spite of their infuriating stupidity.

He had at least been looking forward to practice, but when he got to the gym it was empty.  Then he remembered that the coach was out of town dealing with a family emergency and had cancelled practice.  Normally the team would meet anyway, but quite a few of the other team members had other events to attend today anyway and were taking advantage of the time off.  Kuroo pulled his phone out to text Kenma to ask where to meet him so they could walk home together, but could hardly believe the message on his screen.

From: Kitten Time: 2:52 pm im in a hurry, so ill go home ahead

Kuroo rubbed his temple.  Kenma was never in a hurry, so he must still be angry.  He’d thought they were on okay terms after lunch, but maybe he was wrong.  The thought only made his head hurt worse.

To: Kitten Time: 2:58 pm Are you still mad at me?  Kenma, I’m really sorry.

To: Kitten Time: 2:59 pm Be safe on your way home.

To: Kitten Time: 3:00 pm Text me when you get there?

Kuroo sighed.  He couldn’t force Kenma to respond, and he knew his friend wouldn’t answer a direct call, so he put his phone in his pocket - the one without a hole in it - and started walking back, slowly, and with his eyes trained on the ground.

It was, of course, only fitting, then, that he would be surprised by a sudden downpour about five minutes into the 25 minute walk.  He looked up at the sky for a moment.  Normally he would curse it out, but at this point he didn’t even have enough energy to do so.  He just blinked a few times and trudged on.

By the time he got home his new shoes were ruined, he was soaked to the bone, and his head was positively pounding.  It was so bad that he was having trouble seeing.  Nausea turned his stomach as he stumbled around his house closing all of the blinds and trailing water everywhere.  Finally, he made it to his room.  It was only when he was in his bed, curled up (still wet) around an empty trashcan and shaking like a leaf, that he allowed himself to admit that it had been a Bad™ day.  His phone pinged, but Kuroo was on the verge of falling asleep, so he half-subconsciously muted it and drifted off.

“…’uro.  Kuro, wake up.  Kuro, please.” Kuroo awoke to a soft voice.  He only just had time to recognize it as Kenma’s before his stomach flipped viciously.  He panicked for a moment, but fortunately the trashcan was still in his arms.  He sat up, ducked his head into it and was almost immediately sick.  The act of doing so only made his head hurt worse.

Kenma made a strangled, shocked noise, but caught his friend as he dipped sideways, dizzy and half blind from pain.

“-uck,” Kuroo mumbled, and then heaved and threw up again.  He blearily looked at the mess at the bottom of the trashcan and instantly vomited two more times at the sight of it.  When he was finally able to pull away, Kenma was looking at him with wide eyes.

“Kenma, I’m-“ Kuroo rasped, intending to apologize, but Kenma cut him off, a shaking hand wiping residual sick off of his face with a Kleenex.

“Are you sick?”  Kenma asked bluntly.  Kuroo shook his head minutely and winced.

“Migraine,” he muttered.

Kenma blinked at him and nodded.

“Kenma, why…?”

Kenma frowned.  “You didn’t get my text?”

Kuroo’s eyes darted to the desk stand where his phone lay, and Kenma had scooped it up without any hesitation.  If he’d been at 100%, Kuroo wouldn’t have made the mistake of looking at it in the first place.  If he’d been even 70%, he would have reacted much more quickly, quickly enough at least to get it out of Kenma’s hands before he read anything Kuroo didn’t want him to read.  As it was, he felt like he was dying a torturous death, so he ended up protesting only after Kenma was already staring at the screen.  In fact, he reacted just as Kenma’s eyes widened marginally, expression otherwise unreadable.

Kenma showed him the screen.  Sure enough, there it was.  That “From: Kitten.”  Kuroo’s face flared red in embarrassment.

“Kenma, I can expl-“

“I got your wallet.”  Kenma stated suddenly.

“What?”  Kuroo started to frown in confusion but a stab of pain to his head forced him to relax into a neutral expression again.  Kenma showed him the screen again, and Kuroo scrolled through his notifications in amazement.

From: Kitten Time: 3:29 pm coming over

From: Kitten Time: 3:30 pm found your wallet

Call from: Kitten Time: 3:30 pm

Call from: Kitten Time: 3:31 pm

From: Kitten Time: 3:32 pm is your phone broken

From: Kitten Time: 3:42 pm here

From: Kitten Time: 3:43 pm let me in

From: Kitten Time: 3:44 pm u shouldnt leave the door unlocked

“Kenma, did you really…?  In the rain?  You found…?”  Kuroo could hardly speak his throat was so tight with tears on the verge of spilling.  Kenma handed him his wallet.  It was soaked through, but it was undeniably his.  His credit card was there, his student ID was there, his insurance card…

He only barely prevented himself from sobbing, and only because he feared it would make his head hurt worse.  Then Kenma spoke up again, quieter this time.

“And… You can call me Kitten if you want to.”

That was it.  Even as it intensified his pain, Kuroo dissolved into tears.

“Kuro!”  Kenma tensed up and made to examine his friend for any further signs of pain or injury, but Kuroo held up a hand.

“’s okay, Ken- Kitten,” he mumbled, and then laughed.  “’s just been a really long day, and you made it so - hic! - so much better,” he explained.

“Kuro…”  Kenma whispered, reaching out a hand.

Then the nausea got the better of him and Kuroo lurched for the trashcan, retching painfully until he burped up the rest of his stomach contents.  Kenma made a face, but still wiped Kuroo clean before taking the trashcan away.  He moved to stand up, presumably to clean it out, but Kuroo grabbed his wrist.

“Stay?”

Kenma hesitated.  “I have to-“

“I’ll clean it later.  Actually, I’ll just throw it out.  Please, Kitten?”

A funny expression crossed over Kenma’s face then.  Something gentle, something vulnerable, maybe even emotional.  Kuroo couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was before it was gone, but it didn’t matter, because Kenma nodded, and then crawled into the bed.

It didn’t take long for Kuroo to fall asleep after that.  As he did so, he thought about what an incredible day it had been.  He smiled.

This was why he hated labels.

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#tw vomit #migraine #sick kuroo #haikyuu!! #my writing #old writing #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #this one actually wasn't too awful #injury

[thewannaone]

Could u do wanna one as college students? (like their major and what activities they'd be into)

im from australia so this is gonna be more university than college sorry i only know college stuff from movies lmao

this became a really dumb highschool musical/glee au where they all go to the same uni and meet after being forced into the annual musical and all become close through the production and sing a song about friendship at the end. also this got way too long so im putting it under the cut.

Jisung: so his parents wanted him to do something ‘proper’ with his life after he spent 2 years after highschool on a gap year and just kinda messing around. So he goes to uni and does a year of Medicine cause thats what his parents want. Is pretty good at it but doesnt enjoy it. So drops out of that and tries journalism. Does that for a couple of years and still isnt that into it. Tries a bunch of different majors until he settles on teaching. And loves it. Is now on his way to becoming a teacher and is one of the best in his course. Loves helping kids and teaching his students. Is also on the student council and support team for students who need help with studies and is organising this years musical. 

Sungwoon: Finished highschool and had no idea what he wanted to do. Took a 1 year gap year where he just kinda slacked off. Parents told him he either had to get a job and move out or go to uni. Decided on the latter. Started a degree in media and communication but spends majority of his time with taehyun going to wild parties and trying to meet girls. After his first year realises hes not gonna be able to graduate if he keeps this up so he tries to get himself together. Starts getting really interested in all his lectures and is now on his way to becoming a journalist. Taehyun signs him up for the musical without his knowledge cause he wants him to show off his voice. 

Minhyun: Grew up with Jong, Minki and Dongho and they all promised they were going to go to same Uni and keep studying together. Acceptance letters came out and only Minhyun got in. He didnt want to go on his own until Jong convinced him it was the best thing for his future. Studying Law and is top of his class. Spends most of his time alone, studying because apart from when he meets up with the other 3, he doesnt have any Uni friends. Is told by Minki to go out and find some friends by joining a club so decides to sign up for the musical theatre club cause he feels sorry for this tiny freshman named Daehwi whos begging people to audition for his musical. 

Ong: A film major. First started off as an actor but realised his true passion lay in making and studying films. Is able to go to parties and stay on top of his grades. Is always the most fun to have in tutorials, his lecturers and tutors love him. Goes around making friends with everyone and asking if theyd like to appear in one of his films. Everyone knows him and everyone loves him. Decided to film the making of the musical for his next project until Jisung tells him he could audition for the main role if he wanted. Tries it out and gets the role. 

Jaehwan: Studying music on a scholarship. Won the scholarship out of 1000 applicants. Loves writing music and singing. Has a job as a barista at a local on campus cafe and performs there with his guitar on weekends. Not too good at the actual studying part but his talent is what keeps him from flunking. Has a bit of a rivalry with Sewoon but they eventually end up becoming very close and start writing music together. Is recruited by Daehwi to compose the soundtrack for the musical and gives in after Sewoon thinks itd be fun. Daehwi hears him singing the songs one day and tells him that he has to appear in the show because they need his voice. Is very nervous and reluctant but Jisung convinces him. 

Daniel: Was kinda a fuckboy in highschool, spent his days at the skatepark and going to parties with his friends. Matured a lot when he got into Uni cause his parents were paying for it and he knew he couldnt let them down. Is studying to be a Vet because he wants to work with animals (cats) and help them. Volunteers at the local animal shelter on weekends and has a part time job at the pet store. Works super hard at his studies but also takes time off to hang out with his friends. Went to the same highschool as Jisung and was friends with him so Jisung asks if he can help out with set production and backstage work. Daehwi sees him practising the dance while hes working and asks if he wants a part in the show. Decides to try it out. 

Jihoon: Was a fashion major. Got kicked out after his first semester. Decided to try out psychology and is strangely good at it. Keeps psychoanalysing his friends to the point where its creepy. Went to the same highschool as Jinyoung and is best friends with him. They’re both freshmen and live in the same dorms together. Was hoping to be roommates with him but no got put with some ‘stupid Samuel kid.’ They do not like each other and living together is tense. Jinyoung teases him saying that he likes Samuel. Jihoon aggressively denies that. Jihoon finds out that Samuels auditioning for the musical and auditions as well just to spite him. Gets one of the main roles and beats Samuel to it. Feels really bad so asks Daehwi if they can rotate the roles. Becomes a lot closer with Sam after that.

Woojin: A bit like Jaehwan where hes on a scholarship but for Dance. Was very shy to begin with, kept to himself and wasnt really friends with anyone. A lot of his classmates envy his dance skills. Works part time at a fastfood place on his free days. Volunteers at a kids dance school on weekends as a dance teacher. Stuggles with his studies so is recommended to go see a student helper which turns out to be Jisung. He helps him a lot and his grades pick up and Jisung asks if he’d like to audition for the musical cause the dance is fun. Woojin accepts and starts coming out of his shell once on the team. 

Jinyoung: Studying literature as a freshman but might possibly change since he has no idea what hes doing in his life. Does some amateur modelling in his spare time which he could make a career out of if he wanted but is too shy initially. Best friends with Jihoon and constantly teases him. Lives in the dorm with Daehwi and by consequence was already signed up to the musical through the ‘Roommate Code.’ Actually really happy to be part of the show and realises he really likes performing.

Daehwi: A freshman studying Musical Theatre. Was top of his class in highschool, main role in every drama production, part of the choir, orchestra, dance club. Wants to be on broadway some day. Volunteered to direct the musical and organise auditions. Is desperate for people to actually audition to recruits Jisung whos friends with a lot of students. Is the one who initially takes the show the most seriously, annoyed when others slack off during rehearsals. Didn’t think he was going to be able to pull it off but when opening night comes around, cries with pride and joy. 

Guanlin: An exchange student from Taiwan. Studying International Studies, so politics and languages. Doesn’t know what he wants to do yet. In the dorms with his roommate Seonho who shows him all around campus and the local area. They both help each other with studying and often go to the library together to work on projects. Seonho signs them both up for almost every club and so every day after classes they go along to some sort of new meeting. Seonho saw Minhyun signing up for the musical on club day and decided they should sign up too, even though Guanlin points out that neither of them can sing or dance. Guanlin ends up passing the audition whereas Seonho doesnt. Guanlin says he’ll drop out but Seonho instead signs up to work backstage so he can keep in contact with them all. 

#wanna one as #wanna one imagines #wanna one scenarios #mine #im sorry this is so dumb omg #i dont do much at my own uni!!!! #plus i needed a way for them to all hang out so fun musical times it is #im sorry this is too disney channel #Anonymous

[lonely-little-penguin-blog]

Hello!, can I get an MCU matchup? Im a daydreamer 24/7 who loves exploring ideas. Im shy and awkward but also very random, humorous and laugh a lot. Im pretty clumsy and absent-minded. Im bad at communicating ideas and will get tongue-tied. I get a lot of depressive swings. Im an over thinker and will get caught up in my ideas. I have bad self-esteem (mostly on intelligence). I act and speak babyishly but have profound thoughts and feelings, am observant and reflexive. Preference is boys. TY!!

[…Im described to have a very chill but confused vibe (which is completely true im always confused but also very aware of situations). People call me mysterious cause most of the time they don’t know what’s going on inside my head :’D. I’m often described as wacky, nice and kind. Im not particularly sensible but like to stay in touch with my emotions. I have big dark brown eyes and hair, curvy and bit tall. Thank you! Also my name is Ivanna!]

Hey Ivanna! I’m sorry about all the confusion I had over this ask, which I am finally answering and I’m super jazzed!

You sound really fascinating, and the person who I think would want to solve that mystery is…

Peter Parker! The Spider-man is exactly who I ship you with (and I’m sorry if you’re not in high school, because that’s what I wrote this as!!)

(Disclaimer: I have no clue what I’m doing).

“So, obviously, I had to tell - Ivanna? Are you listening?”

“You had to tell her about this,” she answered easily, leaning against the locker next to Peter’s as he finally closed it. “I was listening.”

“What do you think?”

That was where she offered no response but a nonchalant shrug.

“Hey, what’re you up to after school? We’ve got this chemistry project that’s coming up, today would be a great day to work on it - if you’ve got the time.”

She shrugged, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. “Sounds great. Your place?”

“Sounds great. Aunt May’s working late tonight, we’ll have it all to ourselves.”

Nodding, Ivanna followed him out of school, a reluctant smile on her face in spite of her silence.

There was no denying she admired her classmate - if only just a little - and the prospect of the alone time with him, albeit while working on a project, was a welcome joy.

Unfortunately, her daydreaming caused her to entirely miss the last step, falling flat on her face.

“Ivanna!” Peter turned, shaking his head in amusement, sticking out a hand to help her up. “Stop falling for me.”

As she let him pull her up with a strength she hadn’t expected from the scrawny boy, all that was on her mind was that she probably couldn’t stop.

As it would turn out, studying for the chemistry project that wasn’t due for another week led to less actual work for Peter and Ivanna, and more spelling out words with elements.

“Hey Ivanna, are you oxygen and potassium? Because you’re OK.”

She rolled her eyes with a slight laugh, finally abandoning the calculations she’d been working on, before asking, “Are you nitrogen, erbium and deuterium? Because you’re a nerd.”

“Wow, isotopes. Getting clever here.” He didn’t offer her the chance to dispute it, as he added, “Are you copper and tellurium? Because I think you’re cute.”

She glanced up, pushing her hair out of her eyes, as he froze with the realization of what he’d just said.

“I mean - not to say that - I mean, I do, but - if you don’t - why am I getting awkward here? This feels like your job, doesn’t it?”

“I’m not the one who just said their lab partner was cute,” teased Ivanna gently, refusing to let the heat that seemed to have started in her chest bring blood to her face, managing to keep her flush on the inside.

“Yes, well, you should be. I’m very cute, if I do say so myself.”

He got up and crossed the apartment to the kitchen, adding almost so quietly she didn’t hear it, “And so are you.”

Her response came up as a mixed vomit of “I think you are too”, “are you joking?” and “I guess we have chemistry, then”; finally resulting in “I guess you think you are joking, chemistry.”

Peter frowned, midway through taking out a straw from a juicebox, as she corrected, “If I think you are too, we must have chemistry, then.”

He proceeded to stab the juicebox through the side, spurting the blood-colored cranberry juice right on the front of his shirt.

Did I say something wrong? Was he just joking? Did I just mess this up? Is that stain going to come out?

“Well, that’s just great. This is really great.” The juice continued to pour out of the hole as Peter sighed regretfully. “I really wish this had gone better.”

Ivanna tilted her head to the side, before starting to laugh.

“What?”

She said nothing, continuing to giggle, before finally managing to gasp out, “You.”

“Shut up, Ivanna,” he murmured, starting to flush red, before crossing the room when she didn’t offer him a response, her laughter at his expense never ceasing.

When he insistently grabbed her by the cheeks and kissed her, however, she hushed.

“Peter?”

“I’ve wanted to do that a long time.”

Finding her thoughts convoluted and too messy a maze to navigate, Ivanna let her actions speak for themselves as she returned the favor, Peter’s hands starting to undo the braid her hair had been in so as to bury themselves in the deep, mahogany locks as he pulled her closer, smiling into their lip lock.

“Well. That was something.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot.”

Her idiot.

She could get used to that.

Okay, is that okay? I love chemistry jokes and honestly awkwardness is the spirit of life. Now that I have homework to get to, I will be posting this and seeing who else sends in an ask! Thanks so much for your asks, Ivanna!

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#addi's falling in love #ivanna #mcu imagine #avengers imagine #peter parker imagine

[reesebird]

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I’m debating burning bridges with blood family. Any advice?

So, this is a little hard to talk about but I’ll try. I grew up in a fairly “average” household. Mom, dad, 1 sibling, 1-2 dogs, for a total of 4 humans and a pet or two at any one time. Before the ‘08 recession, my mom was a stay-at-home mom, and my dad worked. Following the recession, my mom went back to work, and my dad went from working 40 hours a week to 90+ hours a week. Not the healthiest, but not exactly abusive or anything like that. I’m starting with this, because I want to establish a baseline – my family wasn’t a “classically abusive family” like some of my friends and peers.

When I was in elementary school, there were 3 things that stood out. First, I was bullied incessantly by everyone (save literally one student I became friends with, but have since fallen out of touch). This began with verbal bullying, then in middle school escalated to being beaten up on four separate occasions, and finally, being punched in the face right in front of the teacher, who refused to do anything. Second, I wasn’t ever challenged academically. After kindergarten (which I completed at the local public school), I stopped being really taught. I attended a private religious school whose standards were so garbage that aside from handwriting, I learned next to nothing in my 8 years in attendance. Most of the teachers were lazy, and they cared only about turning in the homework. You could have every answer wrong on every piece of homework, and every answer wrong on every test, but by virtue of having turned something in, you were considered a “good student”. Meanwhile, anyone who had a “reputation for being smart” would be berated and belittled by the teachers for being ahead of the lesson plan. I was even handed a failing grade on a science project because the teacher hated me. And my grades slowly suffered. Not being challenged like I would’ve been at a public school, I slowly gave up. I went from a straight-A+ student to a student barely making C’s between 3rd & 8th grade. Not because I didn’t get the material (though I definitely didn’t get Spanish, and I thought religion made no logical, scientific sense), but because the homework just bored me to tears. My mom would yell at me every report card I didn’t get an A+, too. My first B, I was grounded for a month. When I started getting C’s, she told me I was worthless. And, when I failed Spanish my last quarter in 8th grade, she threatened to disown me. The third thing that stood out was that in spite of all of this, I tried to keep learning. I read constantly. Between 6th and 8th grade, I kept a spreadsheet of all the books I read, and what genre they were, and in total, read just shy of 1,000 books between my first day of 6th grade and my last day of 8th grade. I tried out Khan Academy, and did independent research. I even learned how to use the library’s database on my own so I could read engineering journals for free. And, all in all, I still loved academia.

In high school though, things began really breaking. I’d wanted to attend this fairly prestigious public school that had an actual engineering program (that included shop time!). But, my mom, not wanting me to risk getting involved with drugs and alcohol and gangs and underage sex and shit like that, very intentionally didn’t wake me on the day for testing to go to that school (we had 1 alarm clock in the house at the time, which was my parents’). So I missed the test. And couldn’t go. So, desperate for a chance to not fuck everything up, I tested at one of the 2 most rigorous private schools in the area. I got in, and was immediately made aware that I’d not learned anywhere near enough in grade school. I didn’t know enough to pass algebra 1 in math, I only passed English because my teacher gave me extended deadlines for everything, and in Chinese, despite doing extremely well at first, the original teacher left (family emergency) and I failed because the new teacher made no sense to me. And I struggled. And failed. And my mom would berate and belittle me for it. Finally, I was told I had failed out my freshman year. I hated myself. Everything I was taught to value – what I was taught was my only value – had just been demonstrated to me to be nonexistent. And therefore, I had no value.

Nowhere to go, I stayed at home that summer. I was brought to a crackpot psychiatrist by my mom, and diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder. He recommended heavy, regulated, and monitored medication, but my mom wouldn’t hear any of it. She finally caved when told about the weakest medication that had the most marginal chance of helping me, but made me figure it out on my own, and with no supervision. She made me enroll in online classes so that I wouldn’t “waste my life being worthless”. I can’t learn online – it’s too detached, with nothing tactile, and no accountability. And it sucked. My depression got worse, and my medication did nothing, and finally, after a massive argument with my mom, I attempted suicide. My mom got home, and found me right before I would’ve died. She called 911, and I was taken to the hospital. My dad rushed home when he heard what had happened. He brought me my childhood stuffed animal, and fresh clothing, and made sure I was given food the moment I was cleared to. He even slept on the floor of the hospital room so he’d be with me. My mom? She didn’t spend time with me. She went, and told everyone she knew about what had happened, even though I explicitly told her that I wanted privacy on the matter. She continuously violated my trust, and refused to own up to it.

Fast forward to the summer I turned 16. I was slowly recovering from depression (and, as had been discovered by the actual psychiatrists I saw in the hospital, PTSD). I’d just gotten out of a relationship where I’d been gaslighted (though at the time, I didn’t know the word for it), and was questioning my gender identity and sexual orientation. I went to the library every day I could, and spoke with the librarians there all the time. They became more family to me than the family I’d been born with. They provided me resources, and helped me understand what I was going through. And when I finally came out, they were the first ones I came out to. When I was 17, I was walking the dogs with my dad one day, when he asked me when I was going to get my driver’s license (I’d not been in a brick-and-mortar school since my freshman year of high school, and I never really did research into driver’s ed). I told him I wanted to wait. He asked me until when. I then, in probably the dumbest move possible, said “until I can transition and change my gender marker.” His reaction was about what was fair, given that I’d never mentioned gender identity in the past to my parents. However, 6 months later, when in a family therapy session, I told my parents I was trans and wanted to medically transition, my dad responded with “let me look into insurance first, please.” My mom? She nearly made me homeless, and were it not for my dad putting his foot down and demanding she treat me with the dignity of a human being, I think that was what she wanted to do.

Over the course of the next year, I was constantly arguing with my mom, who thought my being trans was me trying to “get back at her” for the argument we’d had when I was 15 that led to my suicide attempt. Finally, exhausted, I gave up. I couldn’t take her anymore. I took the GED, got my high school equivalency certificate, and enrolled in community college. I began taking classes right away, hoping that my natural love for learning would be enough. Unfortunately it wasn’t, and I struggled. I took remedials though, and I eventually learned everything I needed. I recently got everything in line to train as a Honda-certified dealership mechanic. This past year, I dipped into my personal savings and began paying for medical transition through my local Planned Parenthood clinic, and got a psych evaluation done that led to a definitive diagnosis of being on the autism spectrum (a psych eval my mom refused to pay for when I was in the hospital)

I’m now 4 months into transition, and have a stable job & classes to take. I have a small network of close friends, and a couple of people who are basically unofficial surrogate family for me. I’m dating a wonderful woman who I’m absolutely in love with. And, I finally have enough money together to move out and burn bridges. Which brings us back to that question. My mom, I have learned, uses gaslighting tactics, is manipulative, and, had I known at a time that I could report it to DCFS, *clearly* qualifies as emotionally and psychologically abusive. My dad, while not a bad person, has this giant extended family (60+ total) that I hate (minus my grandpa & 1 cousin), but that he refuses to cut ties with. My younger brother isn’t terrible, but he’s a bit of an ass at times – standard sibling stuff. When I spent New Years with my girlfriend, I’d never felt safer, calmer, or more happy. Sure, part of that is that the relationship is still relatively young, but the safety? I don’t feel safe with anyone, even with the librarians I’m still in touch with, who I trust enough that I’d be confident in making them authorized medical decision makers in the event of my incapacitation (if not for state regulations making it impossible for that to happen). Is the potential damage worth it, in the end?

tl;dr – should I start fresh, even if I regret potentially hurting my dad?

[adreamingsongbird]

fic self rec meme

i was tagged by the lovely and ever-talented @kanafinwhy!!!! thank you so much daniela <3 lets see what i can come up with here across the fandoms, haha!!

i’m tagging @pitviperofdoom, @weepycat, @sohmamomiji, and @gaymowgli if you’d like to!!!

this post got kind of long so the rest is under the cut:

Homestuck:

Drifting Between Stars (11.4k)

Or, "that one mission that goes really, really wrong, and how the crew tries to fix it". Star Trek AU written as a Christmas present for my good friend apollo-gramarye. Lots of friendships, mentions of Arasol, Karezi, and DaveJade. Also features acting captain Rose, science officer Roxy, engineer Dirk, and medical officer Jane, as well as others!

this one is p old but i still kinda like it haha!! back in the day meg and i were both really into our “uss skaia” au.

Darkness And Dreams (250k)

The Batterwitch rules the star system with an iron claw. Four young men and women are determined to set the world to rights by igniting the spark of revolution, but they are few and have little training in either their magical abilities or running a rebellion. And is that prophecy ever going to come true? (Full summary inside! Starring the kids; not ship-driven.)

d&d is on this list automatically because at over 250,000 words, it’s the longest story i’ve written ever (though that’s going to change soon, i think). even though i really don’t like rereading it bc i’m so critical of 2014 me’s writing, i’m super proud of having done it!!! (it was also my first homestuck fanfic and my first multichap fic and i think the 3rd fic i wrote ever? proving once again that i have no chill tbh)

Stormlight Archive:

Come Morning Light (4k)

"I guess you’ve never really had to worry about a little brother getting in over his head, huh,” Adolin mutters.

Kaladin actually laughs out loud.

this fic is important to me because i just really need kaladin to have love and support from people around him but also i’m not over tien’s death holy fuck

Fullmetal Alchemist:

In The Drift (10.5k)

Edward and his brother Alphonse are the proud pilots of the jaeger Fullmetal. One blustery autumn, a kaiju manages to take them down - what follows are several weeks of fretting, healing and disillusionment at being stuck on the ground. And also, possibly, Edward sorting out his awkward crush on their mechanic and childhood best friend, Winry. It should be an adventure...

written as a secret santa present for a rly good friend of mine, this fic was so much fun holy shit. to date it remains one of my fave aus tbh

As Dreamers Do (5k)

It's okay to be vulnerable sometimes, even if you are a seven-foot-tall suit of impenetrable armor. Riza only wishes Alphonse would stop being so stubborn when it comes to admitting that.

*BANGS FISTS ON TABLE* GIVE ME MORE MAMA HAWK AND HER ARMORED SUNSHINE SON anyway i feel like im one of the only people on board this (10000% platonic, parental) ship but i will keep sailing on. riza&al is just as beautiful as ed&roy (which i love but which has so much more content than riza&al :((((( )

My Hero Academia:

catch your breath in the quiet (3k)

The sun has already set by the time the dust settles on the battlefield. Creatie and Earphone Jack return home. It's all in a day's work, really.

i love momojirou a lot and there’s barely any content for them and thats a damn shame. i should write them more tbh. anyway established relationship lesbian superhero power couple = my aes

(nothing really gay about it) (14k)

If anyone had asked him what he thought he’d be doing at three that morning, Kirishima probably would have said “playing angry birds” or “making popcorn” or something. Definitely not playing wingman-slash-relationship-counselor to a hopelessly confused Todoroki Shouto.

And yet...

DORM SHENANIGANS AND FRIENDSHIP AND FLUFF look this is all i want from the UA kids living in the dorms. naturally as a kid who attended a boarding school, i had to jump on board the dorm shenans train. this fic was a looot of fun to write and i giggled my way through it.

Yuri On Ice

The Rules For Lovers (142k)

Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else (his desires, his dreams, and his happiness included), and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well…

That’s a long story.

okay honestly is there any question as to why i’d put this one on this list. this fic is so much time and work and i love it so much, it’s actually somewhat adhering to the vision of it i had in my head and despite being able to nitpick and find a lot of flaws in it as is (what i wouldn’t give to be able to write a second draft and publish that instead haha) i really love it a lot!!!!! plus, if current projections hold true, it’s gonna knock d&d off the #1 spot in terms of word count. B)

non te ne andare (6.6k)

“I’m fine,” Yuuri insists, one last time. He’s not fine. He’s not fine.

Viktor sinks to sit next to him, nothing but concern written all over his face. “Yuuri, I can’t help you if you won’t talk to me,” he says, reaching for Yuuri’s hands, and—oh.

~

Recovery is not linear. For all that he tells himself he has no reason to be sad, Yuuri is not having a good day.

a deeply personal fic, this is one i wrote during a really bad depressive slump earlier this year. it was partly vent-fic and partly cope-fic and partly spite-fic because the number of times ive seen self-harm represented falsely in fic angers me greatly, but overall, this is one piece of writing that i think is a window to my soul. it’s meaningful to me and i honestly really like how it turned out.

#bffs4lyfe (10.5k)

Detroit holds a special place in Phichit Chulanont's heart, mostly because that's where he met the boy who would become his lifelong best friend. Wait, no, scratch that - Detroit doesn't hold a special place in Phichit's heart. Yuuri Katsuki does.

this was both an exercise in writing phichit’s pov and also a response to my own need for some Good, High Quality Friendship™ such as phichuuri. they love each other very much and the concept of friends loving and supporting each other was something i was longing for (i was at school and really missed my best friend haha), so... this happened. i really love these two and i still enjoy rereading this one, tbh!

#tag meme #....if this is about... reccing... urself.... #i guess.... #fic rec #HERES A BUNCH OF VARIOUS FICS IVE WRITTEN THAT I LIKE LOL