#i know many people here are actual children or college students

[luckybyler]

This was a reply to someone else, but I'm making this its own post because so many people are being so evil right now re: Noah Schnapp.

You can find other, longer explanations with history and all, but all the places I've seen more or less agree with this:

So you're all calling people to cancel Noah because he's in favor of a Jewish nation in what is today Israel. Which is a perfectly reasonable, decent and educated opinion to have, especially when you, to use a trendy term, "educate yourself" and find out why the state of Israel was created.

11000 dead Palestinians, half of them children

According to Hamas. Don't forget that, ever. They're the current, official government of Gaza, thus they're the ones who give numbers. This means that the real number could be 10, 1 million, anything in between. What I've read is that they probably give more of less accurate total numbers. What they fail to do, however, is distinguish between Hamas militants and civilians, and beteween civilians killed by IDF strikes, civilians killed by failed Hamas or Palestininan Islamic Jihad's rockets (which happens a lot), and Palestinians murdered by Hamas/PIJ (which also happens, a whole damn lot). They also don't specify how many civilians they have prevented or tried to prevent from evacuating or receiving aid.

11k dead people is a horrible number. Even 1 dead person is a horrible number. However, urban warfare in such a densely populated area is its own kind of hell, especially when the other side is fond of using civilians as human shields in every way possible. The fact that the number is 11k and not 50k, 100k, and so on, indicates that the IDF have indeed done a lot to minimize deaths. You don't genocide people by doing roof knocks, opening evacuation lines, dropping guided bombs, putting up an Iron Dome to deal with rockets while avoiding escalation, etc. simply because actual genocide, while a lot worse, is also cheaper, easier and faster than what they're doing. This is important because caling every act of war genocide dilutes the word, and there are actual genocides happening around the world. Also, there is a difference between striking military targets and causing civilian deaths as a side effect (what the IDF is doing) and planning and carrying out a massacre deliberately targeting civilians and inflicting as much pain and humilliation as possible on them. And there is a difference between doing so by breaking a ceasefire (which is what Hamas did), and defending your country because if you don't do that a terrorist group will anhilate you (which is what the IDF is doing).

Back to Noah. So far, these are the things that people have tried to cancel him for:

Traveling to Israel (a completely normal thing)

Having Israeli friends (another completely normal thing)

Condemning Hamas' horrible attack on October 7th (the decent thing to do)

Posting a statement saying he feels unsafe as a Jewish person in the US (which, given the rise of antisemitic acts in the world, including the US, including where he lives and where he studies, is a valid feeling to have)

Signing a letter, along with Shawn Levy, Brett Gelman, Ross Duffer and I think Cara Buono, asking Biden to press for the liberation of every hostage by Hamas. This especially shows the utter ignorance of the cancellers because, as it turns out, caring about every hostage implies a slowdown of IDF's actions (and, at the time, a delay of a ground invasion).

Supporting the existence and preservation of the state of Israel (once again, a completely normal thing). The fact that people are turning against him for these things says to me that the real reason you are all hating Noah is beacuse:

He's Jewish. Like, really really Jewish.

And the fact that this all comes from a place of antisemitism isn't hidden at all: I've seen y'all on here, on Twitter, Reddit, every other social media calling him slurs (such as "cunt"), censoring his name, pretending he's not part of the cast, asking the Duffers/Netflix to fire him, wishing him failure, doxxing him, calling on his classmates to physically assault him, etc. He doesn't need to educate himself: you guys are already teaching him a great lesson on why a Jewish state is necessary. If that's the treament he gets from his own "fans", what can he expect from the world at large?

#byler #noah schnapp #antisemitism #jumblr #stranger things #i know many people here are actual children or college students #who have never lived war or armed conflict #and this is baby's first social justice fight #but the way you're acting towards Noah is disgusting and evil #I'm not even jewish but I know what terrorism is like #and I know what it's like to have idiot 1st worlders be on the terrorists' side because they think they're “liberators” or something #harming the very people you think they help

[lilislegacy]

Okay, I’ve been thinking about something lately

All the time I see people make statements about Percy that start with “Percy would never…”

Some examples I’ve seen: “percy would never kill someone/something in front of his mom” “percy would never yell at someone he loves” “percy would never get drunk” “percy would never let his child go to camp-half blood”

Now if you passionately believe one of those, hear me out. I’m not necessarily saying I disagree!

I’m saying… who would have ever thought Percy would torture a goddess and choke her on her own poison? And…. enjoy doing it? If someone had said that on tumblr pre-HoH, every single comment and reblog would have been “PERCY WOULD NEVER!!” I mean, who would have thought Percy would do a million things he’s done? He’s done some very not so ‘silly little guy’ stuff. He is an extremely complex character. In his own head and to some people, he’s sweet and fun and silly, but to many people he’s reckless and scary and dangerous. Some people see him as someone who’s very gentle and relaxed, but some people see him as someone who’s quick to get very angry and cause destruction. And the truth is, he’s all of it. It depends on his mood. Consistency does not apply to him in many aspects. He has consistent traits, like loyalty, humor, and bravery, but his actual actions and reactions are NOT consistent. I understand why we think Percy would never do certain things. We think we know based off of his past and his history with his mom, or with Gabe, or with Luke. And I’m not saying I think he would do those things, but unless he specifically states it, we can NOT, ever, infer what Percy Jackson might or might not do.

Like for instance, the drinking thing. I am not saying percy would be a big drinker, if one at all. And he probably does have an aversion to the smell of beer because of how the apartment used to smell when he was young. But we have no evidence that Percy associates all alcohol with Gabe. Alcoholic drinks aren’t just foul smelling hard liquors. There are a million different forms that you can consume alcohol in - some of which don’t even smell like alcohol, and barely taste like it. And in The Chalice of the Gods, it’s said that Sally drinks a glass of wine every night. And Percy thinks Sally hangs the freaking moon. So if his mom drinks, he definitely doesn’t believe that alcoholic beverages = the enemy. And here’s the thing, if Annabeth and Piper and Leo were all drinking and having a good time, like college students do, and they go “Hey Percy, come sit and have a drink with us!” there’s a very good chance that he’s so comfortable with his best friends, and just wants to let loose and be a college kid, that he wouldn’t even think about Gabe. He’d just be like “Sounds fun! Count me in!” But I don’t know. That’s the point. I don’t know. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn’t. I truly think it could go either way. And even if he does drink, maybe he never - not even once - gets drunk. Maybe he’d drink in college and as a young adult, but when he becomes a father one day, he decides he doesn’t want his children to ever smell so much as a drop of alcohol on his breath, and therefore completely stops drinking. Or maybe he doesn’t ever like it, even in college. Or maybe he’s like his mom, and he and Annabeth just have a glass of wine with dinner. Who knows?

Not us. That’s what I’m saying. WE don’t know.

I’m not saying we can’t have headcanons based on what we know about him. I have a million. But the point is, I feel like we can’t try to pretend like we actually know what Percy wouldn’t do. As a fandom, we analyze him and his choices WAY more than he ever thinks about a single choice. He definitely does not think about his life and his actions as much as we do. (I’m not saying that he’s dumb or doesn’t contemplate his life and his actions, but he doesn’t nearly do it to the degree that we do.) Us, we pretend like it’s simple math. (Our first mistake, since math is consistent and full of rules, which is the exact opposite of Percy’s character.) We go “okay luke did this and gabe did this so therefore percy would never do this.” But Percy doesn’t think that way most of the time, especially not in heat of the moment matters. The only thing we 100% know about Percy is that he will always be loyal to his loved ones. But even then, we don’t know what that loyalty will look like. Is it sacrificing himself for someone? Is it murdering the enemy? Is it manipulating someone else? Percy lives in the moment. He doesn’t often think too much before he acts. He just acts. Whether it’s in a life of death situation, or his after school activity for the day. He is unpredictable, like the ocean. It’s one of his defining traits.

Honestly, I think that’s why annabeth is so drawn to him. With everyone else, she can read them super easily and know their next move. But with Percy, she has no idea. Which is frustrating to her, but also exciting. It’s a big part of her initial attraction to him. It’s also why many of us like him so much. We don’t know what’s coming next, and we never know what he will do in a situation. Like, how could we possibly know what he would or wouldn’t do when HE doesn’t even know? Half the time I don’t think Rick himself even knows.

We become so sure that Percy wouldn’t do something because we understand his character so well, right? But I think the truth is, the minute we become certain about what Percy would or wouldn’t do, is the minute we don’t understand his character at all.

Thank you for reading my analysis of Percy on why we can’t reliably analyze Percy

#the only thing we can predict is that he’ll be unpredictable #none of us know what he wouldn’t do #analysis #pjo analysis #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #sally jackson #piper mclean #leo valdez

[phantom-0-writer]

prompt 01: gotham academy's mentorship program

“Mr. Wayne, thank you so much for finding the time to meet with me.” Principal Carson, someone Bruce, became more and more familiar with as the years passed, welcomed him into his office. 

“I hope my children aren’t causing you too much trouble, Mr. Carson.” Bruce chuckled lightly, sitting in the guest seat. 

“After your generous donations to the school, I would find that difficult to believe.” Mr. Carson laughed conversationally, before getting right to business. “Actually, the reason I wanted to meet with you in person rather than over the phone despite, I’m sure, your busy schedule was to discuss Damian.” 

Damian had come to the Manor about a year and a half ago, and had been attending Gotham Academy for almost 9 months. Bruce had hoped that going to school with other kids his age would help Damian become more sociable and learn about larger society outside of the Bat, Birds, and League, but that was proving to be difficult considering the almost regular calls Alfred received from the school about Damian’s behavior or actions. 

Bruce couldn’t help the weary sigh that escaped him, “I assure you Principal Carson, we-” 

“I think you're misunderstanding, Mr. Wayne. Damian is not in any kind of trouble.” Mr. Carson reassured, “Well, for now that is.” He chuckled dryly. 

“Ah.” Bruce nodded, letting his airhead persona take the lead, while still showing that he was paying careful attention. 

“In the last few years, Gotham Academy started a mentorship program, where the younger kids usually between the grades of 5-8 can get mentored by their seniors. Damian is a brilliant child, concerningly so I believe. His peers often can’t keep up with him in terms of academics, but he lags far behind them in social skills. I think Damian would benefit from the mentorship program, where he can have someone who can truly keep up with him intellectually as well as guide him socially.” Mr. Carson explained. 

Bruce considered this, letting the idea turn over in his mind. Perhaps this is what Damian would need. “You sound like you have someone in mind.” 

“I believe the best candidate for the job would be Daniel Fenton.” Mr. Carson handed him the student profile. “He’s here on a Wayne Scholarship, which he’s held for the past year. Mr. Fenton is currently in the 11th grade, his chosen career path is astrophysics, which he plans to pursue into college. His grades are outstanding despite his difficult classes, and his professors all share the same sentiment that Mr. Fenton holds one of the greatest minds in the Academy. He shares many of the same classes with Tim as well. He has a friendly personality and gets along well with most people, pretty athletically inclined as well. All around Mr. Fenton is what Gotham Academy hopes our student to be.” 

Bruce looked over the profile in his hand. Daniel James Fenton seemed like an outstanding student. Perhaps it was time to put him to the test with Damian Wayne. 

---

When Danny had been called to the office, because apparently they had assigned him a mentee, he had been expecting the worst. All the scholarship students had to sign up for the mentorship program to be on standby if a mentee ever applied. All the other scholarship kids had said it was just a formality and that none of them ever got called for it. But classic Fenton Luck. 

When Danny walked into Principal Carson’s office he was prepared to be faces with some snot-nosed brat who wouldn’t know how to take no for an answer and didn’t care about classes because they would just inherit their parents big shot company was what he was expecting. 

So imagine his surprise when he walks into a room to a liminal kid, probably around 12, who looks like he wants to be there as much as Danny does. Danny takes one look at the kid who’s trying to project himself as angry and menacing, but Danny could easily read the kid's true emotions of nervous-scared-anxious thanks to their shared less-alive-than-one-would-expect status. 

“Daniel, welcome. This is Damian Wayne. He’ll be your new mentee from now on.” Mr. Carson smiled kindly, gesturing for Danny to sit down. The liminal kid - Damian - scowled at him, projecting irritation. But all Danny could feel off of him was nervousness.

Danny was screwed, wasn’t he?

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#dpxdc #batpham #dc x dp prompt #damian wayne #danny and damian #damian al ghul #feel free to use #also maybe academic rivals tim and danny??? #i might end up wrinting this lol #damian is just a kid going thru a lot yk #i feel like he would be pretty nervous bc so many pple prob expect sm of him #but hes just a kid #i think itd be good cause danny'll just see him as a kid #and they'll go around doing regular kid stuff #itll be pretty refreshing for damian #to actually get to see the world like a regular kid #which i mean hes not a regular kid #and neither is danny #but like thats a secret #no one has to know #imagine danny and damian hanging out at the manor #tim walks in: why is the kid from my physics class in my living room??? #also maybe danny works at tim's fav coffee place #danny takes one look at liminal damian and is like crap hes my problem now isnt he #damian got contaminated by lazurus waters #or maybe he had to go in or smt??? #for angst

[hyperlexichypatia]

One time I asked my mom (in her 70s) whether she, personally, knew any people in so-called "traditional marriages." I defined a "traditional marriage" as follows:

A man and a woman, married to each other

They are both each other's first and only spouse, neither has been married before

Neither of them has any children with any other partner

Any children they have were born after the couple was married.

After thinking about it, my mom was able to come up with a few examples of such couples. But only a few. And she had to think about it.

Yet we still live in a society where this type of family is considered "the norm" and the much more common types (blended families, single parents, divorced people) are considered "exceptions."

And this is not the only thing like this! There are many experiences/lifestyles/family types that are treated as The Default or The Norm that, in fact, may not apply to a majority at all!

Even in discussions like "We should remember that not everyone has [normative experience]," it's still framed as though the normative experience is, of course, still the statistical norm. It might not be at all! Or maybe it is the statistical norm worldwide, or nationwide, but not in your particular community, or your social circle.

Sometimes it's necessary to look at global or national statistics to correct your bias of extrapolating from your social circle. Social bubbles are a real problem. But. But. Other times. It's useful to just look at your social circle and ask yourself "Do these population-wide statistics really apply here? Should I be looking at them to determine what's 'normal' instead of just looking around me?"

So here are some things that are culturally assumed in the U.S. to be "the norm", that you might want to ask yourself: How many people do I know personally that this is actually true of? (Other countries have their own maybe-not-that-normal norms that I'm not as familiar with, but feel free to weigh in on).

How many people do you know personally who:

Have a "traditional marriage" as described above?

Have a work schedule of Monday through Friday, ending at 5:00 p.m.? i.e. for whom Saturdays, Sundays, and evenings after 5:00 are "not at work" time?

Attended residential college from ages 18 to 22, and graduated with a bachelor's degree by age 23?

Had most or all of their college tuition and living expenses paid for by their parents?

Have, as an adult, the same surname as both of their parents, who were and still are, married to each other? Which was their father's surname which their mother took at marriage? i.e. whose parents could accurately be referred to as "Mr. and Mrs. [that persons' same surname]"?

Don't take any regular daily medicine?

Depending on your social circle, you might know very few people in these categories! But you probably still hear people say unquestioned, taken-for-granted things like "We should have the meeting at 6:00, so people can come after work," or "Of course parents of college students should have a say, since they're paying for it."

In many demographics, these things aren't just "not always true"; they're hardly if ever true. I wrote here about the false assumption that college students are uniformly single, childless young adults. Are you scheduling your events on the assumption that evenings and weekends are free time? For that matter, how many child care providers serve families during the hours that most parents actually work? Are we ready to admit that these things aren't the norm yet?

#normative social assumptions #family structure #family structure shaming #shift work #addressing parents as “mr. & mrs. [child's last name]” when you have no idea whether that's accurate

[xlxvesxckx]

[Turbulence] Ch. I

Synopsis: The Academy was the most prestigious scoop to go to. If you had money, you ruled the school, and if you were poor, you were the stepping stools to the others. And if you're Y/n L/n, your life was going to become a living nightmare.

Pairing: Poly!Ateez x Reader, Original Characters x Reader, Original characters x Ateez.

Au: Academy Au

Theme: Angst, Yandere.

Chapter Synopsis: On your first day you managed to make two friends, one new and one old. Though you quickly realized that your two new friends, were big puzzle pieces in this school

Warnings: None in this chapter...

Word Count: 2.7k words

A/n: I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THIS READ! More at the end of the chapter!

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Y/n L/n - You, the beautiful reader <3

M/n L/n - Your mother

N/n - Your nickname

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Chapter I: [School Royalty and Old Friends.]

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The Academy is one of the most prestigious schools to send your children to. It’s a private college that prides itself on how great the school is and how safe it is for your children.

You got into this school by sheer luck.

Thanks to your mothers Alumni status at this school and her catering business supporting the school, she managed to wriggle you into the school.

She knew how much you wanted to go to it and she knew how much you feared community college due to your past.

So the most she could do as a mother was to get you in a safe comfortable environment where she could keep her eyes on you.

She wanted to prevent what had happened to you before…

She wanted to be able to protect you.

—-----

You had come to the school late in the day, so it was around lunch time, many people were moving around and chatting with friends.

Obviously you didn’t have any friends yet, so you decided to go up to the roof to eat your lunch.

The roof has a beautiful sitting area for students. You looked around for somewhere to sit until your eyes fell on a male that was sitting alone.

He had pretty black hair and beautiful brown eyes. He wore a smooth black suit with a white flower on it. He must’ve noticed that you were staring at him, because he turned to look at you, a confused look on his face. 

You gave him a soft smile before asking.

“May I sit with you?”

He seemed taken aback by your question. “Do you not know who I am?..” He asked and you rubbed the back of your neck, confused, you tilt your head to the side.

“Am I supposed to?”

The male simply chuckled and patted the seat beside him,

“No, not at all….”

You smile and went over to sit next to him. You take your lunch out of your bag and place it infront of you. “So what is your name?” You asked. 

The male seemed to think for a second before answering.

“Kang Yeosang. Yours?”

“(L/n) (Y/n).”

You push your lunch box in the center of the two of you. Yeosang looked down at it with a raised eyebrow. You happily took a bite with a smile on your face, “Do you want some? My moms a caterer and she had some left over from yesterday.”

Yeosang started for a few moments before smiling and taking a piece of chicken from the box, you watched as he happily munching on it. His eyes lit up but he didn’t say anything.

The two of you continued to talk and got to know each other throughout the rest of the lunch period.

You soon hear the bell ring and see Yeosang start to stand up.

“Well, I have to go now. Will I see you around?” He asked and you nodded along.

“Of Course! You’re really nice!” Yeosang's face heats up and he turns his head slightly. When you went to go to stand up, you noticed a mark on his face. It was actually his birthmark and you were captivated by it. You’d never seen a person with one on their face, and to you it fit the male's face perfectly.

Yeosang turned back to you and chuckled, “Thank you…let’s meet up here from now on.”

He sounded almost sad, he was taking his sweet time walking away from you. Before he left the roof he turned to wave to you before finally leaving off the roof.

You waited until he was gone to let out a squeal of excitement and embarrassment.

On your first day, an attractive guy talked to you and became your friend with barely any effort!

You kept thinking about it, it was on your mind until you got back home.

Your mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner for the two of you when you slammed the front door open. 

“MOTHER!!!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, spooking her a bit. You see her come into the living room to see your happy face.

She placed a hand on her heart and gave you a playful hit on your shoulder. “God! You can’t do that Darling! You nearly gave your momma a heart attack!”

You giggled happily as you flopped on the couch. “I met a really cute boy today at school and he wants to continue meeting up with me at school!!!” You say nearly falling off the couch as you trailed off.

Your mother giggled softly as she watched your little freak out.

Your mother helped you off the floor and led you to the kitchen, she sat you down and allowed you to ramble on about Yeosang. “I’m so happy for you pumpkin..” She said in response and it earned a bright smile from you.

Your mother smiled as she turned back to cooking, she sighed to herself.

She was happy that you were getting along with others already. She didn’t know if she could handle another incident. She had to keep you safe.

She had to make sure you continued to be happy and okay.

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The next day you were giddy, and you arrived on campus excited to start your first full day of classes.

You walked in waiting for class when you saw a group of girls excitedly waiting by one of the school entrances.

“Oh my god! Here he comes!!”

“He’s so attractive!!”

“Look at me! I’m so perfect for you!!!”

You rolled your eyes, trying to push pass the many girls to try to get to your classroom only to have your eyes widen as they fell onto who they were screaming for.

It was Yeosang, and as soon as he arrived girls swarmed him.

That’s probably why he asked if you knew who he was, this boy was practically school royalty it seems!

You stared in awe, not meaning to make eye contact with Yeosang. He smiled at you before pushing past people to make it over to you.

You watched as the other girls surrounding him parted like the red sea and allowed him to get to you. When he finally reached you, he grabbed your hands with a gentle smile.

“I didn’t know you were a new student Y/n. You should’ve told me.” You shook your head, 

“It wasn’t that important…how’d you find out anyways?” Yeosang averted his eyes for a bit.

“I’ll tell you later, let me walk you to class..”

You had no say in the matter as the male grabbed your hand and took you to your first period class. You could feel the eyes staring into the back of your head.

The jealous murmurs were loud in your ears and suddenly the hand that you were holding felt hot.

“Who is she?”

“And who does she think she is?”

“Idk but she has no right being that close to Yeosang..”

“She looks like a poor welfie bitch…”

You knew that this was going to cause problems for you in the future but you really couldn’t think about that with Yeosang being around you. It was like he had this calming aura around him.

Your first class was Digital media and Yeosang waved you goodbye and walked away from the door. You smiled and turned to walk into the classroom. You went to sit at a computer in the back of the class and sat down.

You noticed some others walking in after you, all talking to each other and picking other seats. You looked down at your phone to text your mother that you got to your class safely.

You heard ruffling around, then a voice.

“N/n..is that you?”

That voice made you freeze, when you raised your head you made eye male with short dark colored hair, he had rounded glasses on and dressed in oversized fashion and a camera hung around his neck.

It took you a moment before your memory clicked.

“Hongjoong!” You got up out your chair and hugged the male tightly who excitedly hugged you back.

Kim Hongjoong was your best friend from your highschool, he was your protector, always hovering behind you and making sure that you were okay. The two of you were big art nerds, always in the art studio or outside taking pictures with his camera.

You thought you would never see him again…after the incident…

—

“No!! Please wake up y/n….”

You could barely keep your eyes open, your body felt like shit. It felt like it was on fire, your blood was pulsing through you as you laid on the studio floor.

It was wet around you…you couldn’t tell if it was blood or paint solvant.

You heard footsteps coming towards you as your head was now placed in someones lap.

“H..hongjoong?...”

“Shh…just hold on y/n..”

Your memory was hazy, the most you could remember was waking up in the ICU. You could hear the anger in your mothers voice and the concern in Hongjoong’s mother’s tone. The both of them were talking (or yelling) at who you could only assume was the chancellor of the school.

Whenever critical events happened involving students, he would arrive to assess the situation.

Your mother told you it was only to save face.

You could feel a warm hand on yours, and you assumed it was Joong.

“That’s it! I am pulling my daughter out of your school!!”

Those words shattered Hongjoong’s heart. He knew damned well that if he was with you that day, if he would have listened to his better judgment and followed you to your class. That you wouldn’t be in this predicament, that you would be fine…

And that you wouldn’t be leaving him..

“Please…don’t take her away from me…”

“Don’t take my bestfriend…”

—-

Hongjoong’s sigh breaks you out of your trance as he finally pulls away from you. He gets a good look at your face before breaking out into a big grin.

 “I’m so glad to see you again…” “Same to you Joongie…” You replied, the nickname making a soft blush cross the males face.

Hongjoong then moved to sit down beside you as the teacher finally came in to start your class period.

The two of you barely ended up paying attention at all to the professor as you mostly caught up on everything you missed. You had blocked out the world and the only thing you were focused on was your best friend and how much you missed him.

What broke the two of you out of your little trance was the bell that signaled the end of class, luckily Hongjoong’s schedule was the same as yours, so he made sure he walked with you to class, his hand wrapped tightly around yours.

But as you walked around with Hongjoong you could feel more and more jealous stares burning holes into the back of your head. You didn’t dare to look up to meet the eyes of the girls who were obviously jealous.

You really hoped and prayed that Hongjoong wasn’t popular like Yeosang and had fangirls, though…

The comments you heard said otherwise.

“Not hongjoong too!”

“That fucking slut!”

“Does she really think she can waltz in here and take not one, but two members of Ateenagerz.”

You gripped Hongjoong’s hand tighter, keeping the group name in the back of your head.

You just wanted to get to and from class without any hassle. You didn’t want them, they were just your friends, one of which you had literally just met!

Though you made a mental note when you got home to look up that group name.

School went by fast, especially with Hongjoong by your side. He waited beside you as you waited for your mom to arrive. “I bet your mom will be surprised to see me..” he jokes, nudging you.

You rolled your eyes at him playfully, “Yea sure, I’m pretty sure she misses her fake son..” You replied, starting to walk up as you noticed her car pull up.

You hopped in the passenger side as Hongjoong came over to the window, waving to you mother. She took a moment to realize who that was until she let out a huge excited gasp.

“Kim Hongjoong!?” She exclaimed and he chuckled at her.

“In the flesh, it’s nice to see you again Miss (L/n)”

Your mom looked at you and you gave the look that said ‘I’ll explain later’. She nodded and gave the boy a bright smile. “Well if you’re here I know my Y/n is in good hands..” he nods and winks at the two of you. 

“You know it! See you tomorrow N/n!” He waved goodbye and went over to a group of 7 boys, and you could’ve sworn you saw Yeosang amongst that group.

That only made you pull out your phone quicker. There was a website that your school had that allowed you to see all organizations on campus. You learned this from the bit of Digital Media class that you managed to pay attention to.

You talked to your mom about your day on the way home as you decide to search of the group name you heard the girls mention. 

‘Ateenagerz…’

You hit send.

And your eyes widened.

[Ateenagerz is a group of 8 bestfriends, they are a mixing pot of some of the best of the best in the school. Not only that, they help out around the school and are the head of most extracurricular clubs. Ateenagerz is just their main group, a club of popular friends who sometimes make music…]

And just your fucking luck. 

Your new friend, Yeosang was a member, you spotted him first in the picture that they had on the school’s website.

But that wasn’t all. Not only was Hongjoong also a member.

He was the leader of the goddamn club.

“Fuck…”

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“Hyung…”

Hongjoong stopped editing the pictures he had taken today to turn to see Yeosang standing in the doorway.

Yeosang walked over with a gentle smile. “I didn’t know you knew Y/n…” Hongjoong hummed in response, leaning back in his chair. “Mhm…she’s my bestfriend…” He starts before sitting back up, he then goes to open a file on his computer. He motions for Yeosang to come closer.

He smiles at the younger male, “It took me a while to find her, but I didn’t expect for her to waltz right into our school..” He answers, anaylzing your school files. He sighed longingly as he looked at your school picture.

“I’m just glad she’s okay…” He mumbles and Yeosang nods. “We need to tell the others to be on the lookout for her. I refuse to let what happened to her happen again.”

“Alright. I’ll send a message in the groupchat now.”

Hongjoong hummed as his phone pinged, signaling that Yeosang had sent the message.

[K. Yeo to Ateenzagerz]

K.Yeo: We’ve found her :). Everyone please come to the Digital Media Classroom for emergency meeting.

Joong: That means now. It's urgent.

WooYoung: Awww…right now? Me and San were just about to go get food..

Joong: Your ass better be here before 5;30 or else.

WooYoung:...Jeez..yes captain…damn.

Sannie: Gotcha! I’ll grab Jongho, Mingi and Yunho! They had practice.

Hwa<;3: Already was on the way. I also have some more information.

Hongjoong smiled down at his phone. 

He wasn’t going to let you get harmed again. He refused to let you get harmed again. 

And he was going to make sure no one dared lay a finger on you again.

“I finally found you again….N/n”

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Extra lil info!:

*Reader-chan is a sophomore in college alongside Jongho. 

*Mingi, San, Wooyoung, Yunho and Yeosang are all Juniors.

*Seonghwa and Hongjoong are Seniors.

*Hongjoong and Y/n went to the same Highschool before the Incident happened, the incident happened her sophomore year, his senior year. Hongjoong still has nightmares.

*Mama (L/n) is a caterer, and whatever school Y/n attends, she offers her services for special school events.

*ATEENAGERZ is the hub group for the boys, they are all apart of different clubs/organizations. Will explain more later.

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Creator Spotlight: @textless​​

Hi! My name is Amadee, and I am a librarian who lives in Arizona. I also love taking photos in my spare time.

Check out our interview with Amadee below!

What got you started in photography?

Both of my parents were very interested in photography. I’d always loved looking at their work, and in high school, I got a 35mm camera as a gift, so I could start taking photos myself. Back then (in the actual 80s), HS students in the Minneapolis area could take classes at area colleges for dual credit. I started taking photo classes at the University of Minnesota and had access to a darkroom and nearly unlimited film and processing supplies without realizing just how amazing that was. I took many photos of friends, acquaintances, and strangers, and I loved looking at work by Nan Goldin and Bill Owens. After college, without access to a darkroom, I stopped taking pictures almost entirely.

How has technology changed the way you approach your work?

Bluntly, technology allowed me to start taking photos again. The first digital cameras I tried in the early 2000s were terrible: slow, clunky, and with next to no storage capacity. Even so, they seemed like the first step in an interesting direction. By 2008 or so, I had a point-and-shoot digital camera and rediscovered what I loved about photography… except that I no longer wanted to take pictures of people. Soon I started taking photos of tiny things, especially insects, and my little camera wasn’t up to the task. I got a DSLR with a macro lens in 2010 and haven’t stopped taking photos since.

I know many photographers who are nostalgic for film, whether or not they were around in the analog era. More power to anyone who wants to spend the time and money, but I don’t miss film even a little. For the kind of photography I enjoy, which is almost entirely documentary, the ability to take an unlimited number of photos, and see what did or didn’t work right away, makes all the difference.

You've also written books in the past—what was the most challenging, yet rewarding part of the process?

I was a children’s librarian for many years and just love books. So, when I started writing, I hoped to create books that would connect with kids and spark their imagination. Cortez the Gnome was a book I would have liked to see as a kid, and the art project elements were fun and frustrating. Gentle Hands filled what felt like a gap in my storytimes and gave me a chance to work with a publisher I like very much. Alas, my biggest challenge is that I haven’t had an idea in years! I write occasional blog posts for Free Spirit on topics related to serving youth, but working with kids was the spark for new ideas, and these days my work is mostly admin. I enjoy it more than I would have guessed years ago, but as a wellspring of inspiration, it is not.

How do you create healthy boundaries in balancing your day job and personal aspirations?

Work comes first every time. That might sound like a drag, but I truly like my job and think library service is critically important. In some of the tiny communities we serve, the library is the only gathering place open to everyone, and the only place to access fast internet, enrichment activities for kids, books, movies, and all kinds of other good stuff. I love taking photos, but I would hate to make a job of it.

What is the hardest part of your process?

The process itself is just fun, and I’d stop if it weren’t. I used to stress about editing and posting photos soon after taking them because I wanted to create a sort of nature journal in real-ish time. That wasn’t sustainable, partly because the subjects that interest me are so seasonal. I might take 2,000 photos in August (peak macro season here), but only 100 in February. Now I just try to indicate when photos were taken and know that I’m the only person who particularly cares about that. For years I posted six new photos each day. Now I generally post two and skip days or longer whenever it suits me.

Right now, the biggest challenges are external. First, my vision is less and less sharp. It’s nothing severe, just a function of age, but it makes me think I’d better develop an interest in non-tiny subjects at some point. Second, some small but annoying health problems have kept me from getting out much over the last year. I used to take a hike or long walk at least once or twice a week, and more in peak bug season. Since last September, I’ve taken two longish walks and mostly stuck to the yard. On the plus side, it’s an excellent yard with an ever-growing assortment of interesting plants and insects.

While this is frustrating in some ways, it’s also a distillation of something I have always liked. Even when I was hiking all the time, I enjoyed going back to the same places, again and again, getting to know them in detail and watching the seasons roll through. Staying so close to home this year has been an extreme version of that, and some aspects of that have been very satisfying.

I should also say, for the record, that I am not technical at all. I’m not interested in new gear as long for its own sake, and I don’t like messing with camera settings or anything fiddly. My favorite piece of photo advice ever was “f/8 and be there,” which I took to mean finding a basic setup you like and focusing on the subject at hand. I like finding strange or beautiful things that other people might not notice and trying to make them interesting to a wider audience. (Wider than just me, that is.)

What is something you would love to photograph but haven't had the chance to yet? Why?

This is oddly specific, but I desperately want to find an Arizona Unicorn Mantis (Pseudovates arizonae; check out the photos here). Several have been spotted within two miles of my house, but I have never found one yet. They are otherworldly and just fascinating. Insect goals!

Are there similarities or differences in your workflow when it comes to photography and writing?

Mostly difference in that photography is relaxing, and writing is nearly impossible, at least right now.

Who on Tumblr inspires you and why?

There are several excellent photographers who live in my corner of Arizona, and I love their work because it shows different aspects of a place I care about. Also, their photos are just gorgeous.

@fatchance​ is practically a neighbor and an all-around lovely person. He takes beautiful pictures of birds and desert flora, and unlike me, he takes the time to learn about and share good information about his subjects.

@thelostcanyon​ is another south-eastern AZ photographer I admire, and he is also a very good painter.

@inlandwest​ is actually my partner. We’ve lived all over the west together, and I like that his wide-open-spaces aesthetic is so different from my focus on the little things.

A little farther afield, I love @macroramblings​, and Celeste, of @celestialmacros​, @celestialphotography​, and @occasionallybirds​, for their beautiful macro work.  @mostlythemarsh​ is another long-time favorite. He’s not a macro photographer, for the most part, but I like seeing familiar places through the seasons, and I like the stark difference between his environment (east coast/Canada) and my own.

Thanks for such wonderful answers, Amadee. Check out her beautiful photography work over at her Tumblr, @textless​!

#creator spotlight #photographers on tumblr #writers on tumblr #macro photography #textless #insects #bugblr

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chapter 140 thoughts under the cut

fujimoto's goal of rewriting fire punch with a bit more silliness continues (i love the chainsaw pews)

fujimoto said i know writers who do subtlety and they're all cowards

BROBENI CONFIRMED. now to know if he's her younger brother who was gonna be put through college by kobeni's exploited labour (which..... gd damn that parallel with denji and nayuta......). also i've been told nobana is traditionally a female name.......... hm.

real, though in this context it sounds more like anti usamerican imperialism language repurposed for nationalist ends..... it's not fujimoto is uncritical of america either though considering the gun devil in part 1. fascinating to see where this might go and how much that kind of language parallels irl pro-japanese imperialism and nationalists' own discourse.

i find it fascinaing that kids are considered the only acceptable members of the cult only to be introduced to an adult leader several pages later lol. but obviously the cult (because this 200% is a cult) is filling a gap--the first half of part 1 showed us how much it fucking SUCKS to be even an ordinary kid both irl and in this world, the lack of agency and the poverty and being preyed upon by adults or abandoned entirely, and then mocked on national tv when they take the deaths of their classmates and friends seriously..... so of course so many would end up here, being told that adults really ARE dangerous and incapable of seeing the world the way they do. cleverly done, i hope fujimoto expands on this and doesn't fall back on Let Adults Take Care Of This

similarly i hope this doesn't fall into the liberal storytelling trap of "the government is bad, but this new group has appeared that's Even Worse, so the government is actually good now" that also appears in so many shounen tbh. i don't think he will bc even outside of the church public safety is still so fucked up

denji's expressions this chapter are top tier lmao. genius move to make denji the "straight man" in the previous few chapters where he's genuinely flabbergasted by how batshit everyone else is

FUCKING CRYING. yeah the implications are dire but. HOWL

again jokes asides there is SO MUCH to unpack here. you'll get married AND THEN become a member of the church (implying marriage is a requirement or, as said later, strongly encouraged to join the cult at all). sex is consummated immediately in the next room. so far we've mostly seen men and boys in charge of the church, except for fami/kiga......... which...... does not bode well. makes me wonder how many are pressured into marriage/sex both as a way to attract new male followers and as a way to keep control over all

speaking of which. it says student but they mean /high school students/, maybe even middle school students, aka again children! and again the language of Modernity Has Lied To Us, Child Marriage And Ownership Is The Way right there being recited. the appeal to nationalism and what is "natural", kids as property of their parents and the church,.... and yes i AM reminded of behemboth(?), the patriarchal city-cult of fire punch whose entire horrid existence is justified with "it's natural" and "we are saving people by giving them shelter here". the patriarchy is central here!

and of course the part about kids being born and raised into the church themselves...... after shinzo abe's death, japan's having a bit of a reckoning re the influence of cults in political life and vice versa, and particularly the impact on children raised in said cults. there's also been a reactionary backlash to the idea of *foreign* cults (like the unification church, originally from korea) having "too big" an influence on japan, versus the Good National Japanese Cults that are spared some of that backlash. so i find it interesting that fujimoto firmly grounds this as a *japanese* nationalist cult that claims to be trying to save the country from foreign influence. obviously i'd love to know more, bc i'm sure there's a lot of language and references in the original that i'm missing and that mirror irl japanese politics and reactionary tendencies.

denji's backlash in forcing kids to get married.... i do wonder how much of his backlash comes from the idea of forced child marriage (and being forced in general), or if he would have been okay with someone being pressured to have sex with him without marriage, or he wouldn't have thought about it tbh.

i want to see the chainsaw man bathroom............

the hybrids all coming together.... wonder if this means reze and quanxi will be back PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. but also in the context of the church.... the weapon hybrids were used as various governmental projects and living weapons for years--japan, china, the ussr, and i imagine the usa and other western powers had their own as well. then they got controlled by makima, and now they're in the church.... i hope we explore more of the abuse and parallels they have with denji, and see just how and why miri trusts in the church so much as a refuge compared to his previous abuse. ALSO BRING BACK REZE AND QUANXI GD PLEASE......

this is 200% the guy who was in the shadows telling haruka it was all planned. and again the irony of nobana talking about how this is a church by and for children, only to immediately be threatened by someone who is very obviously an adult in charge

his eyes REALLY freak me out btw, fujimoto did a great job at his expressions lol. also really love the detail of the suspenders and the

barem.... the closest i could find for that name's meaning was the hebrew for "son of nation" which. hm! worrisome!

so idk if fujimoto was TRYING to give this dude the vibes of a sexual predator but between the cult's pressuring kids to get married and have sex, his role as one of the sole adult "humans" around, his treatment of nobana, and his general demeanor and manner of speech + the themes of sexual abuse and predation in the series in general........ gd he gives me the absolute creeps lmao, incredible design and tone. also what he says here about asa which gives me SO MANY red flags and makes me think more of the patriarchal aspect of the cult too

the name of the chapter is "scales"..... which is associated with kiga, as the horseman of Famine. and of course during the whole chapter we hear about how the church is necessary and its actions help save lives etc etc etc. just as we heard the yakuza justify their existence to makima, just as public safety justified its own existence in terms of killing devils while really using them as a way to terrorize the population and threaten other nations.

i find it interesting that in a way, kiga gave a similar deal to asa but in far more positive a view. do these things for us, become this weapon for us, and this person you care about (or think you know even if briefly) will live. kiga was just a lot better at presenting it and obsfucating the actual horrors that would follow--denji however is in too deep, and doesn't buy into the bs anymore. so he's given much more stark and open a choice! just as public safety tried to threaten denji to keep quiet lest they kill nayuta and raise her as their own all over again! gd he and asa's lack of agency..... fuck me up so so bad

wondering if we're eventually going to come back to denji's motif of choosing a third choice and refusing the dual choice entirely! wonder if asa herself will only see a single solution in front of her every time......

anyhow. good chapter. there's gotta be a lot that i'm missing here in terms of relations to current japanese political context and i'd love to learn more on it tbh.

#eli talks #csm #chainsaw man #csm musings

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wrist, thigh, and neck | (s)

my participation for @toji-bunny-girl kinktober!

happy halloween!

pairing: vampire!todoroki shoto x reader

words: 6.2k

summary: it's halloween, and someone's costume is more than cheap fabric bought at spirit halloween. they embody the character completely that you can't tell between fiction or reality. what exactly is shoto todoroki?

warnings: BLOOD KINK, virgin!female reader, sub!reader, frat party, alcohol usage, mentions of death, biting, cunnilingus, protected sex, mild dumbification, slight dub/con at the end but unrelated to sex, explicit language

“You’re telling me that you don’t even think about it? I mean, how?!”

You’re sitting like a child, knees pulled up to your chest, as Mina looks at you incredulously.

“I mean, of course I do! I just don’t know who I’d even do it with, you know?” your teeth worry your lip, tugging the flesh and biting at the skin. 

Mina sighs and grabs your Squishmallow; she’s at a loss for words and desperately wants you to get out of your shell, “well, you can’t be a virgin forever! Okay, wait, what if you told me who you wouldn’t mind doing it with! You know, like if they asked, it’d automatically be a yes!”

He pops into your head because, of course, he does. Shoto Todoroki. You were a college student, for god’s sake. I mean, you were taking biochem! Stuff like that didn’t matter, and you’d hardly ever even spoken to Todoroki enough to imply a romantic attraction.

But everything about him was alluring. It pisses you off that he makes your heart stutter in your chest and press your thighs together all ’cause of those piercing eyes.

He was hot, and maybe you had a crush on him.

“Wait! Don’t tell me, I know! It’s Todoroki, isn’t it?”

“Wha—no! No, why would you think that? I mean, we barely even talk,” the words come out jumbled and frantic; your secret was out to who knows how many people? It wasn’t like that, you swore to Mina, but she’d already crossed her arms and grinned devilishly, “Mina, you can’t tell anyone!”

“I’m not! Of course not, but I knew you felt something for him. I bet he made you think of love, of those strong muscles under his shirt, of his cock—“

“You are seriously so gross!!” 

It felt so taboo, you’d touched yourself, of course, but you’d never even seen a guy’s dick in person unless you counted the shared baths you and Midoriya took as children. 

And Todoroki’s dick… you’d heard stories. He didn’t get around too much, but the girls who were lucky to receive it claimed he was as good as Zeus. You’d never know. There was no way Todoroki might be into you, and false hope always led to disappointment.

“Nothing will probably even happen. I mean… guys don’t want virgin girls.”

“Maybe you should ask him yourself; you know he’s going to the Halloween party hosted by Sero’s frat. And if not Todoroki, I’m still betting on you and Midoriya!”

A flash of disgust makes you grimace. Midoriya was a nice childhood friend, but even just thinking of him romantically makes your stomach flip. Just no. 

“Do you really think I should go? I have an invite.”

“I think you should! What’s the worst that could happen?”

Supposedly, a lot. None of it had even started at the actual party. It began with you eating after your stats class. A familiar voice, Midoriya, calls out to you, and you’re inclined to smile until you see who’s with him. Todoroki, covered head to toe in black and looking sluggish at best, was he sick? Why is he–or better yet, they coming over here?!

“You finished stats already?”

“Oh! Um, yeah! We got let out early, so….”

Midoriya nods in understanding before glancing over at Todoroki, “have you guys met before?” 

You’re quick to nod in response, the urge to ramble wanting to spill out of you is a natural reaction, but a deep baritone voice cuts you off (you have to refrain from whimpering.)

“We have. You’re a biochem major, right?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I am, and you’re doing history, right?”

“Mhm. With a focus on ancient mythology, have you heard of it?”

“I don’t know too much, really! It sounds cool!”

“...Maybe I can teach you sometime.”

Your childhood friend nods eagerly, citing that Todoroki was an expert on ancient myths, “you’d think he’s lived it with the way he talks about it!”

Todoroki shrugs, and you clock that he seems to be done talking, but his eyes are piercing your body and soul. It’s overwhelming, and it’s attractive.

Midoriya checks the time and rubs your shoulder affectionately at his disappointment of having to leave, and Todoroki nods politely until they’re both crossing the grass together. You still feel out of it, like none of this even happened because… what exactly did he mean?”

“‘Maybe I can teach you sometime?!’ He wants to fuck!”

“Oh my god, maybe he’s just being polite. It’s not my expertise, really,” you sigh and sip your iced coffee, “I mean, you don’t think…?”

“He’s gonna teach you how to suck his dick. I’m sure of it!”

Your coffee spills out your mouth, and you roll your eyes, “again! I’ve seen porn; I know what to do, Mina.”

“Then prove it,” and she’s turning herself around with her bright pink hair and holding her hand out, “if you actually get it on with Todoroki on Friday, I’ll do your laundry for the next month.”

A game with no losers, “and if I get cold feet… I get to do yours?”

“Yup! For your sake, I’m actually looking forward to doing your laundry if it means you’re going out of your comfort zone! This is huge for you! I’m excited even; we’ll go to the party together,” a true friend, she shakes your hand and pecks your cheek, “and tell me how big it is when you see it, I need to prove Jirou wrong.”

The two of you giggle like schoolgirls, but the challenge weighs in your mind as you take notes or wash your face. It follows you like a cloud over your head. Was this going to even be possible?

Would Todoroki even want you on Friday night? What if he’s kissing some other girl?

“Just don’t overthink it! I think the cat costume is cute; it’s a Halloween party! I mean, do you think the Alien Queen costume is weird?”

“What?! No, you were made to be an Alien Queen!”

You playfully slap her on the bottom and grin, “I think everyone else is gonna like it too.”

“Says you! The way your hips sway, and the tail? I’ll just keep you to myself; no Todoroki for you!”

Smiling, you take her into your arms and sway in a hug together, “I’m nervous, but I’m gonna do it. I didn’t take those two shots for nothing!”

She gently nods and grips your hands, smiling so sweetly at you that you’re sure you could fall in love with her. Maybe in another universe, “ready to go?”

With a resounding “yup,” the door slams, and you’re shivering in the cold as you make your way to Sero’s frat. Tau Phi Delta is known for its surplus of alcohol, and, well, Todoroki always goes there. Apparently, it’s something due to the lights, and you’re keenly aware once the two of you walk in that there are hardly any lights. 

But you see him in the corner chatting, drink in his hand, and face relaxed. His cape flutters before falling back on his shoulders, and you think you should go and say hi, but then Kaminari appears. By the time you look back again, he’s gone.

“Are you having a good time? You look really pretty!”

Kaminari’s swaying into your arms, and you’re quick to lean him against the wall when you hear the swish of alcohol dropping onto the floor, “really? Thank you! I am having a good time!”

“Yeah, I always thought you were hot but never said anything! I thought you were with Midoriya….”

Your heart twinges, but you’re happy to have seen him and Uraraka disappear off somewhere. Maybe this would finally dispel the rumors! Then, you’re daring to be bold, and the words are tumbling out before you can even think to say anything.

“I’m actually looking for someone else tonight!”

‘Wha? Who?! Me?!”

“No! No, I’m looking for Todoroki. Have you seen him?”

“Todoroki?! What? You can’t date Todoroki! Or, or have sex with him,” he looks around frantically before leaning over, “don’t you know?”

“Know what?”

Kaminari’s soft lips move, but then a hand is on your shoulder. You think of your friend, but suddenly Todoroki seems so much taller and broader that you feel like a newborn fawn under his gaze. Kaminari straightens up, and your instinct makes you feel like a bunny running from a wolf because something isn’t right!

“I have never seen you so drunk, Kaminari,” Todoroki glances down at you before running his thumb over the curve of your shoulder, “I think Sero needs some help with the kegs.”

Kaminari stares dumbly before nodding, “yeah, yeah. I’ll go do that!”

You look back at Todoroki before taking a shaky step back. Why did it feel so cold? Why were his hands so cold?... 

“What’s wrong? Are you afraid of vampires?”

His eyes shine a gold ring before he blinks it away. You’re dumbfounded and shaking your head, “I like vampires.”

A relaxed, sexy grin grows on his face as he leans over even more to pronounce the height and size he has over you. He simply breathes you in. You smell so good that he feels his fingers twitch with the urge to grab you and slice open your tender flesh to taste your sweet nectar.

“I’d hope so. You were looking for me?”

You’re not sure what it is. Maybe your pre-gaming had taken you down the wrong path because while something inside you stroked the heat of fear growing, it also stroked the fire of arousal that was swirling within your tummy.

Has Todoroki always looked so enchanting? Had he always had such a yellow glow to his eyes? When you first bumped into him, he looked so dead. The dull, pale skin highlighted the scar that turned his smooth skin into a land of rugged wrinkles and tenderness. Mina’s voice echoes in your head and yells at you to kiss him or take his hand in yours and guide him upstairs.

“Do you wanna dance?”

He seems to mull it over, eyes raking the crowd before settling on you with an eerily calm look, “alright. Let me get another drink first. Do you want one too?”

His hand comes to cup your cheek, and your head tilts too quickly because your shirt is exposing more of the curve of your jaw and the pulse point Todoroki knows is there. You were so soft, so malleable, and you smelled so fucking good. He was drunk on your smell, the way he knew that you were soaking your panties all because he turned you into the submissive girl you are. The girl you’ve always been, the one no one had bothered to show you that you had in you.

He wanted to ruin you and felt the soft tendrils of arousal swirling when you breathily breathed out that you wanted another drink. If he tried hard enough, he could imagine himself pushing the fat mushroom head of his cock into your tight hole and imagining the whispers of “Shoto” echoing around him. 

Then, he’s leaving; if he stood there any longer with your throat bared to him like that… he’s not sure what could happen. You were intoxicating; he had to get out of there. You fiddle with the hem of your skirt, riding off the high that he’d triggered within you. His fingernails felt sharper, and the pressure that kept your head right in his palm made you want to cling to him and never let go.

“Drink some first, it’s too full, and you’ll spill it on the floor.”

You could only nod, taking your lips to the cup and sucking down the strawberry lemonade vodka mix (you were sure it was Kirishima’s idea, and it was a damn good one!) Soft lips encapsulated the cup’s rim, and you swear Todoroki’s eyes glossed over before he blinked back to reality.

“C’mon, you can do better than that,” he sighs and pushes a stray hair from your face, “wanna see you work for it. You don’t wanna waste your drink, hm?”

It shouldn’t be sexual; it’s not sexual! But then you imagine yourself under Todoroki as he guides your hair into a ponytail so he can slip into your virgin throat and groan, “you’re so good. You know that; you’re so sweet for letting me fuck your throat.”

Maybe he’d call you precious. Maybe he’d take your lips into a feverish kiss as his canines graze the soft skin of your lip. Perhaps he’d tug it just to hear you whine and whimper because you know there’s no escape. He has you right where he wants you.

“I’ll do it for you,” you smile and finish with a gulp that leaves juice spilling down your chin and dripping onto your cleavage, “see?”

His eyes watch the liquid dribble down your chin and spill onto the softness of your breast; he can feel the tenderness in his gums as the urge to unhinge his jaw and BITE!

“Todoroki?”

“What?...”

“Are you okay? Do you wanna go dance?”

He’s rendered speechless, acutely aware of how his nails drawback; he almost did something unforgivable. He wasn’t sure if he’d even be able to dance with the hard-on sitting heavily in his dress pants, but every time you turned back to smile at him, he wanted to try for you.

It’s heady in the room blacked out by tarp and strobe lights. The smell of sweat is overwhelming, and Todoroki is thankful he hadn’t drunk too much because this environment makes him want to go into a fucking frenzy.

You make him want to destroy. To condemn the world he lives in because he’s not meant for it, not suited for it.

“I love this song!” you cry, alcohol flushing your face and making your lips pinker, eyes a bit brighter, and steps unstable. 

Todoroki reminds himself to reel in his nerves. You’re not just some girl. After bumping into you various times, he found his heart beating out his base needs for thirst and hunger. He wanted to hear you talk about your major, to hold your hand in his, and to tell you that the rumors were true.

That this wasn’t a costume. That he… he’s not thinking clearly. Everything smells much sweeter, and you’re getting closer to him. He’s getting drunk, getting almost sick because it’s been so long, and you’re right there. Visions of you on top, creaming on his cock and mewling his name juxtaposed with the sight of you panting while he drank and DRANK!

You’re a virgin, too; he’d make it so sweet for you. It’s what you deserve. You’re not innocent, though, and he throws all caution to the wind when you grind up against him. It doesn’t matter if Midoriya gave him a weird look for mentioning that you were cute, not when he’s got a soft body to nestle his body into and feel against his skin.

Someone who can warm him from the inside out and doesn’t need to give him a drink to get drunk. You two stay like that, almost uncaring with how he’s grappling for purchase against your swaying hips and shamelessly bringing you back to rock against his present hardness.

“You make me feel so…” you’re panting as the next 2000s pop song begins to play, and Todoroki gets even closer, “I made a bet with Mina.”

What are you saying?

“Did you? What was it?”

“That…that we were gonna fuck. That, well, that I wanted too,” and you’re spinning in his grasp to wrap your arms around his shoulders. The boy just within your grasp grins.

“You could’ve just asked, darling.”

“Huh?”

Soft lips graze against your ear, “I’d fuck you anytime you want. When Midoriya said that you were his childhood friend, all I thought was fucking you senseless. No offense to him….”

His hand slides lower, and he can feel the panty line beneath your leather skirt. If everyone else wasn’t as occupied with their own men and women, you’re sure someone would’ve taken a picture.

You’re growing weak in the knees. You’d never thought about his full strength until he’s towering over you and bringing you closer as if you’re a feather he’s plucking.

“When I hear I shouldn’t have something, it makes me want it that much more,” and you two look into each other’s eyes.

Were his canines always that prominent? You barely have time to think about it because his lips are on yours, and it feels like euphoria bursting in your chest like fireworks.

It’s juvenile, teeth clashing against each other and gripping bodies like it’s a lifeline. Todoroki’s lips travel from your swollen lips before traveling down your neck, a shudder echoing in your bones as it grazes where your main artery is. You don’t even see how Todoroki’s eyes glisten in gold and how his jaw opens.

You’ll be eaten alive, and you don’t even know it.

“Todoroki!!” 

He’s ripped from your grasp. You don’t know what’s happened, but Midoriya is dragging Todoroki out by the arm, and you’re following.

“Midoriya, stop! What are you doing?!” 

You’re stumbling up the stairs, and everyone’s looking at you with such… you don’t even know, but tears are springing to your eyes before you can comprehend. The door is slammed in front of you, and Midoriya shouts that he’ll be out in a minute. Lip wobbly and eyes fat with tears, you rub your arm to self-soothe. Why would he do that? Is something wrong with you?

You don’t even know how long you stand there, waiting for whatever this bullshit conversation is to end. Then, the door opens, and Midoriya rushes to hug you, “are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, right?”

“Why would he do that?! I’m fine. You’re the one that ruined…!”

Todoroki clears his throat before you two can ruin your friendship. It’s his fault, and he tilts his head.

“I need to talk to you about something,” his eyes flicker to Midoriya’s before back to yours, “he just needed to remind me of something.”

“I’ll be around,” you’ve never seen your friend look so serious. He pulls out his phone, and you give him one last look before walking into the room.

Your heart beats rabbit fast. There’s something different about how Todoroki presents himself now. He looks so… manly. Tall and broad, and his features are sharper. Even his eyes look predatory, like a wolf.

“You know what Midoriya told me?”

He circles you like an animal, “he said I shouldn’t go for you because you’re too innocent. I don’t believe him.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I could smell your dripping cunt ever since we locked eyes,” and he’s bending over with a grin, “I’m saying I don’t care.”

Your noses just barely touch, and there’s a magnetic pull wanting you to be enveloped in him. To burrow into his arms and let him deflower you.

“I know you’re a virgin. I know you want to fuck me. I’m okay with that, but I need you to do something for me.”

You’re nodding, and he motions to your wrist. You feel a bit anxious, yet you’re scooting closer and entranced with the smoothness of his movements. He’s Otherworldly.

All you feel is a pinching pain that makes your toes curl. It makes you squeeze your legs together, and your mouth is dropped in shock because Todoroki is holding your wrist in his mouth, and it’s just red. A hot tongue laves across the puncture mark, and Todoroki downright moans, “you taste so fucking good. The best I’ve had, fuck.”

“Todo—“

“Call me Shoto,” and his head lifts from your wrist, and the blood drips down his chin onto his dress pants, “do you understand now?”

He shifts closer, to the point you’re almost shrinking down to accommodate for his growing presence. Not physically, no, he could dominate you with a mere look.

“You’re… you’re a vampire?”

“And I want you,” he suckles at your wrist once more before leaning back in, “let me taste you, and I’ll fuck you till you faint.”

You shouldn’t let your emotions get ahead of you, but they do. Lips crash into each other, and you think Midoriya is an absolute idiot.

You weren’t innocent. You were desperate to be eaten up. Shoto wanted to make you a victim, and you’re not sure if it’s the ambrosia laced into his tongue, teeth, and lips, but it doesn’t seem so bad for some reason.

“Bite me,” and he’s grinning into the kiss, hands grabbing your sides to bring you on top of him.

It worked out perfectly for the both of you, and you think Shoto might be even more attractive with those flecks of gold in his eyes. Soft, pillowy thighs are seated on top of him, and it’s a treat to see the vampire so flushed with tinged red fangs, “want more.”

Laughing, you hold your wrist above his mouth, and he looks like a dog begging for a bone. 

“I never took you to be so submissive,” you mumble, delicate fingers dipping under his dress shirt to feel skin glazed with sweat that you know holds so much power, “everyone said you were this big, strong, quiet guy, but….”

“Enough. Give me a taste,” he huffs, and you’re quick to move your wrist away, “really? Do you want to play this game?”

Pretending to mull it over, you sigh as your clothed clit rubs against the apparent bulge, desperate to be free from his confines, “I don’t know… shouldn’t someone who wants me so bad be a bit nicer? Maybe even beg?” 

You don’t even know what’s happened, the wind cracks your hair, and you’re swiftly pinned under him with your legs folded up. He’d be breeding you if he was fucking you, sticky balls squished against your ass as he squeezed your neck just to make your eyelids flutter; he wanted you to go dumb.

“I never beg. If I want something, I take it,” and then he’s piercing your soft flesh again and letting the beads of red drip down the curve of your arm, “now, are you going to be good for me now?”

The breaths come out shaky as you nod, “mhm. ‘M sorry.”

Lips dance on the tip of your nose before passing by and pressing themselves against your own lip gloss leaving just a hint of its sticky residue on his lips that he’s eager to lick off, “you’re okay. You just need to listen to me. I’ll make you feel good. It’s what you want, right?”

The tables have turned immensely with the way he grinds his dick into your heat, a whine coming out as you needily beg for him to actually get going. Sitting back on his heels, his grand cape is shed, and you can see how his muscles flex and stretch under the white button-up. His sweat comes through the shirt, bits, and pieces of it sticking to his skin that you can even see a flash of his nipples poking through.

It’s incredible. It’s a sight you’re sure that porn could never even compete with. The hardness in his pants and nimble fingers (with added sharp fingernails) unbutton every button with a quickness that only someone desperate would have. The moonlight through the windows makes you drip in your panties, only breaking contact to reach for your distressed top until a hand pulls your arms away.

“Wait, I want to slowly take you apart,” he says calmly, like he isn’t making your hips buck with every word, “just let me take care of you, don’t rush.”

A white dress shirt slips off and lands in a crumpled pile at the edge of the bed, and then Shoto is encouraging you to shift up, and he’s taking your shirt off himself. He’s slow, liking the mini strip tease you give him by wiggling and extending your limbs like there’s a camera on you. It’s beautiful, the cleavage that stuffs your bra along with your mildly embarrassed face that looks everywhere but him.

He can’t have that, and a sharp nail traces your mandible before gripping your cheeks in the way that your lips puff out, “I want you to look at me, hm?”

Shoto doesn’t even ask if you can do that if you’re capable because he knows you’ll listen. You’re so weak, a fragile human; there’s no way you wouldn’t listen, knowing he has the power to drain you of your life force. He never would (you’re too cute), but he could, leading you both to lock your eyes as he pulls away your bra.

“You have such pretty tits, all soft and puffy nipples,” he almost gets lost in your chest, fingers tweaking soft skin that makes your back arch, “wanna suck on them.”

Your hands thread into his hair, whining a “yes” as a warm mouth encapsulates your tit, sucking and tongue laving over the sensitive skin. It feels incredible, and it’s not surprising that so many raved about Shoto’s mouth, hands, or cock; he knows what he’s doing. Sharp teeth give the tease of danger as you feel the tip of it drag across your breasts, and while you know you should feel fear… you just feel the slick pooling in your thighs.

He takes a breath, spreading the shine down the middle of your chest, “you’re so weak.”

“What?”

“I said…” he pauses, mulling over his next course of action before he rips your panties clean off with a single finger, “you’re so weak. I could snap you like I snapped those pretty panties, but I won’t.”

You’re rising to your elbows, about to say something, until you feel a hot tongue licking between your thighs, spreading your pussy open like a starving man devouring you.

“Shoto! W-Wait! I wasn’t…!” 

He’s relentless, lips pursing around your clit and sucking. Your warbled moans are shrieky and high, and you know someone is passing by the room with mischievous glances as you cry out his name like you’re in prayer.

Shoto works his tongue through your folds, groaning because you taste so fucking good, and he’s borderline inhaling your scent. He’s high off it. Just like the warmth of your blood, his hands pull you by your ass closer, so he can suck every ounce of liquid gold out of you till you’re creaming on his tongue like the good girl you are. 

Retracting his nails, his eyes are on you as he slides in a long slender finger. Your walls desperately contract around him, and he growls when your hips begin to cant away from him like you want to run away; you can’t.

“Don’t move; look at me.”

“Wanna cum, wanna cum so bad! Please, please, please,” you lock eyes with him and nearly throb at the way the orbs are shining, and your wetness is spread across his face like you threw a water balloon at him. He’s glistening, and it’s all because you get horny over fucking vampires, “lemme cum on your face, want, wanna….”

Suckling your clit and petting your walls, he can only imagine how you’ll feel when he spears you on his cock and makes you shudder because he’s so deep; he wants to be practically in your stomach. Then, you’re tightening dangerously around him, “gonna cum! Gonna, wait, it’s…!”

For a moment, you feel nothing. A euphoric feeling starts low in your tummy till you’re bucking and wailing; Shoto can’t help but admire you in this state (knowing that he was the only one who’s made you squirt before) as you writhe on the bed. You’re nearly brought to tears, hole gushing and leaking, while he just cleans you up as if it’s no big deal. Shoto acts as if he hadn’t just made you see stars on his fingers, and you hardly feel like you can breathe as he works you down.

A hand taps your cheek as your eyes flutter, “still with me? I want a thank you,” and you tilt your head to the side wordlessly. An eye for an eye and the piercing feeling gives you aftershocks as your head soars into the clouds. 

He’s grinding into you, cradling your head and lapping at the blood that’s beginning to nearly stream down onto the soft pillows. A monstrous growl rumbles in his chest because–fuck, he could cum like this. He suckles a minute more before rushing to undo his belt buckle and free himself from the confines of precum-soaked boxers.

“Condom…?”

Laughter comes out of both of you. You were nearly drained of all living thoughts, yet you’re still coherent enough to spread your legs and remind him you don’t want a baby. Shoto feels a warmth in his chest, and a voice in his brain tells him he should take you out on a date sometime.

Maybe later, right now, he just wants to stuff his cock in you and carve your insides to fit him and only him. Virgins were his favorite. You sit up, soft hands taking his cock into your hold, and you gaze at it in a sort of wonder, “it’s, um….”

“Go on,” he sighs, watching your wrists flick slowly before you dribble a glob of spit onto his angry, fat head. It mixes with his precum, and he shudders when your thumb massages the mixture into the slit that was steadily leaking, “fuck….”

It’s incredible knowing you can make someone feel so good with a couple strokes of your hand, but Shoto’s eyes are closed, and his mouth is open to breathe. You can see his fangs stained with red piercing through his gums. Working him up, you try to remember everything you’ve heard and learned by focusing on the tip with a gentle hold; you don’t want to hurt him!

A thought worms its way into your head, and you wonder if taking the tip into your mouth would be so bad. You’d never tried it before, and you have half a mind to cover the tips of your teeth before sucking on the flesh. It’s heavy and warm in your mouth that it’s almost overwhelming. Seeing him jump and groan, strong fingers flexing against the urge to push you farther down and fuck into your throat, is worth it.

“Your mouth is so wet and warm, fuck. I’d love to fuck this throat, but…I wanna feel myself deep in your insides.”

His hands tear you away from his cock, a string of spit connecting you two as he rips a condom wrapper to shreds. Shoto eyes you and the condom before taking your hand, “help me put it on.”

It feels oddly intimate, his hand dwarfing yours as the two of you work to roll it on, small “haahs” puffing out of him every time you brush against the vein that runs up the side of his cock. It’s sticky, and you feel a bit anxious knowing that he was actually about to do it now.

“Don’t be nervous.”

“I’m not!”

Eyes that say more than words flick up to you as he positions himself over top of you, cock laying on your clit, and you nearly hiccup when he thrusts between your folds to lube himself up.

“You think vampires can’t tell what you’re feeling? You reek of anxiety and of arousal. This pretty pussy wants me, but this,” a sharp finger taps your temple, “is telling you to run away. Do you know why?”

“W-Why?”

“Because I’m a monster.”

In one fell swoop, he’s bullying his cock into your tight hole and puncturing your wrist simultaneously. You’ve got the voice of an angel, eyes rolling back as your back arches as if you want to lift up from the bed. His hips are flush with yours, and he can hardly refrain from pounding into you with the way your gummy walls are nearly choking his cock; it makes him sputter for breath, and blood trails down your arm from his carelessness.

“So big, Sho…!” eyelashes flutter against your cheek, euphoria sailing through your bones as he rocks back into you with a pap.

“I know, I know. You’re doing so well, squeezing me so fucking tight, and I can barely move. You’re the best, my favorite girl.”

Apparently, your neediness goes far beyond wanting to be fucked, because being his favorite elicits a clench, and he can see the cream building a white ring around his base. He feels like he hasn’t even started yet, and he’s already ruining you.

“No one’s gonna fuck you like I can,” and there’s more slapping as he begins to get lost in the clenching and the squelching, “you were made to be fucked by me. Midoriya was a fucking idiot. I wanted you the moment I saw you.”

“’S a perfect first time. Love the way you fill me; you’re stretching me!” it’s almost pathetic, drool spilling past the side of your lips as he rocks his hips into you with the power only a superhuman could possess, “I like it, love it!!”

Every sin he’s committed, everyone he’s drained… if it all led up to being in your tight pussy he’d do it again and again and again.

“Gonna drain my balls, you’re gonna make me cum so hard. Fuck, lift your legs higher.”

He has to help you, brain addled with the haze of sex and body compensating from the loss of blood that’s steadily dripping onto the sheets. Ankles are placed onto his shoulders, and he’s folding you in half like you’re a toy. You are his own personal fucktoy that he knows he has to keep.

You’re rendered helpless, tears building in your eyes as it feels like he’s working his way into his stomach. In an echo chamber of your soaked pussy, you feel the coils stretching every time the hair just above his base smashes into your clit. You’re sure you’re shining from sweat and slick as he ruins you for anyone in the unforeseeable future.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum!”

“I can feel it, god. I can practically hear it. Make a mess on this cock, baby,” he leans impossibly further, and he’s hitting a spot that sends liquid warmth coursing through your body, “cream all over me. Listen to it all; listen to how good I’m making your first time. It’s good, right?”

“So goo’! So so,” you’re almost there, pussy gaping to accommodate Shoto. Your cock-drunk brain almost wishes he wore no condom so he could actually fill you up.

You’re so much better than he imagined. Every time he fisted his cock in the shower or thought of you under him, he’d never expected it to be so fucking fantastic. He’s losing himself, and the same feeling he had under the strobe lights strikes him. He’s not thinking right, and he knows this when he shifts you just a bit to see your head loll to the side and expose his favorite part of your body.

Like a whirlpool, he leans closer and pounds into you harder with an impossibly fast pace that you barely have enough time to announce how you’re “cumming! Can’t, it’s too much! Cu-umming!”

It leaves you breathless, a pinch, and then a burst of pleasure that escalates from pleasure to euphoria to fucking ecstasy. There’s a gush from your pussy, and Shoto’s eyes are glowing gold with how he fucks into you, clasping walls and letting him dump his load into his condom and fill it to the brim. He’s still drinking, and you’re tasty from head to toe. Every part of you is good, and he doesn’t even realize your breath is slowing down to slow puffs as he pulls back his thrusts.

“Shoto… Sho’...” 

You could die, you might die. He only pulls away when there’s black spots in your vision, softening cock slipping out of you as he brings his own wrist to his mouth, dark, nearly black blood oozing out.

“You’ll be okay.”

He wasn’t tired at all like he’d hardly cum within an inch of his life or sucked you within an inch of yours. The dark blood fills your mouth, and you can’t do anything but swallow, the high slowly coming down as he grips your hand.

He couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to kill you. There was no choice. You barely register the banging on the door from outside because it’s so absolutely delicious that you can’t stop drinking and DRINKING! It’s euphoric. It’s so good that you don’t realize the black spots are fading away, and blood is spilling past your chin onto your tits when Shoto rips his hand away from you.

A mild horror fills you when he smiles, mouth coated red and tasting of iron as he brings you to his lips. A horrible pain in your gums washes away when he gropes your waist. What just happened? With a gasp, you’re pulling out and looking up at him. A feeling of dread washes over you as he traces the skin under your eyes, smearing a bright red like a battle scar underneath it. 

He is a monster.

“Did you always have gold eyes?”

And so are you.

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Tips from an autistic teacher about communicating with education professionals

So, some context: I taught Primary for 1 year, and had lots of interactions with parents with all kinds of concerns about their kids. I also remember being in high school and college/university and being too nervous to approach my teachers/tutors with any problems I had until the situation was dire.

For those who don't work in education, I can appreciate how needing to speak to your child's teacher about something can be intimidating, especially if your and/or your child are neurodivergent. And if you are a student, it can be equally as scary.

It's true many teachers are overworked and underpaid, but the vast VAST majority would move heaven and earth to help you. However, there are lots of things you can do to help them to help you, so here are my top tips.

Tell them ASAP if there is a problem - alerting the teacher to a problem or concern as soon as it arises gives them the chance to nip it in the bud before it becomes a big deal. If there is a bullying concern or something you don't understand, they would much rather you told them straight away so they can do something about it than have you or your child suffering in silence for weeks or months. We are generally an observant bunch and are looking out for issues, but some things do fly under the radar. Even if it's not something they can do anything about straight away - like if you think your child is showing signs of autism or adhd but they mask heavily at school - they can bear this in mind and pass it onto other relevant members of staff so it is 'flagged' up for the future.

If your issue is complicated, be sure to put it in writing - chances are you have access to a messaging service or at least an email address. Even if you have raised your concern with the teacher face to face, having it in writing is helpful for both parties. It provides a record that the issue has been raised and passed along as appropriate, and it helps remind the teacher about what has been discussed so they don't end up forgetting about it among the million other things they have to do.

Be specific - it may seem obvious, but there is no point in having a casual chat and then throwing in a bombshell at the end. Make sure to give as much relevant detail as you can about what your issue is, and if you want to raise multiple concerns then it is doubly beneficial to put them in writing.

Think about what your desired outcome is and come with a proposed solution - this is a psychological thing, apparently, but people are more likely to be sympathetic to your concerns if you can demonstrate you have thought about how you would like it resolved. If you want your child put forward for an autism assessment, make sure you actually say this. If you know you are going to be late handing in an assignment but can give your teacher an alternative date you will hand it in, tell them this. I can't guarantee they will always be able to fulfil it, but knowing what you would like to change or happen makes it much easier to sort things out rather than just guessing.

IF THERE'S SOMETHING GOING ON OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL THAT'S HAVING A NEGATIVE IMPACT, TELL THEM!!! - I CANNOT stress this enough, especially when it comes to little ones or neurodivergent children who may have limited means of both communication and emotional regulation. Being hungry, tired, stressed etc can have an enormous impact on behaviour/ability to learn. Even a simple message or email giving the heads up your child has had a poor night's sleep because the house flooded or whatever and might be a bit grumpy that day can be a huge help to the teacher, who as a result of having this information will be in a better position to be patient with a child who is struggling. For bigger life changes such as divorce, birth of a new sibling etc, this is even more important so that your child's teacher and the school can, if necessary, put measures in place to support your child through this transition. Communication really is key.

Remember to be kind and considerate - teachers are humans and make mistakes like everyone else. Equally, there are many circumstances they have to deal with that are totally out of their control and frustrate them just as much as they do you. As I said at the beginning, the vast majority want to help you and/or your child in any way they can, and being kind can make what is a very stressful job just that little bit less.

So, there you have it! I hope these tips gave you an idea for how to communicate with teachers effectively.

Oh, here's 1 more bonus tip - if you have anything to ask that is more than just a quick question, be sure to schedule a meeting with the teacher to ensure they can devote enough time to deal with your issue. Catching them at the beginning or end of the school day generally isn't a good idea as they're very chaotic times and they likely have other meetings/appointments/deadlines they will be thinking about.

Your support is much appreciated xx

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Do you have a perspective on why stimulants aren’t currently widely prescribed as weight loss drugs? Im guessing it’s related to it being a ‘controlled substance’ and ‘scary drug’ but drug marketing in pursuit of pharmaceutical profits is pretty powerful… I wonder why I haven’t seen (effective?) efforts to try to ‘overhaul’ the image of stimulants as only associated with “addiction”, “hyperactive children”, finance bros, and “lazy adults”.

I know vyvanse is also prescribed for binge eating but I get the sense most people are unaware of that. I tried many stimulants and I had the most rapid and “easy” (found food repulsive) weight loss on vyvanse. Granted all of the many prescribed stimulants I’ve tried all greatly suppress my appetite.And I’ve seen it described as a benefit by some people who have it prescribed for adhd (I understand why people do and I sometimes see it as a very depressing benefits because lack of food security despite). Binge eating disorder and prescribing for general weight loss aren’t too far from each other in the fatphobic society we live in but I guess I’m curious how it hasn’t had the ozempic treatment already/ when will it happen. People already look down of folks who can’t function by society’s standards in certain contexts and I see that similarity in how people talk about people who take ozempic for weight loss (admonishing and a moral failure).

stimulants absolutely still are prescribed for weight loss lol, in addition to Vyvanse for 'binge eating' (v unreliable diagnosis that many people receive when they are in fact dealing with subjective loss of control around food as a direct result of restrictive behaviours...) there's also Desoxyn (methamphetamine) and Phentermine (a substituted amphetamine), which are both still FDA-approved for short-term weight management. and yes that's Phentermine as in half of fen-phen. you also have to keep in mind that off-label prescribing is hard to track but is probably still occurring at not-insignificant rates (i know it happens with Ephedra and Clenbuterol, for example). and then there are also patients who use stimulants for weight loss without a doctor's knowledge, either by obtaining them on the black market or by simply getting a doctor to prescribe them for something else.

anyway in regards to pharma marketing strategies i think there are a few things going on here:

weight loss has never actually been the sole market for these drugs, nor was it the first. amphetamine was first synthesised in 1929; it was put into asthma inhalers almost immediately and by the late 30s was being sold as a kind of generalised wellness-producing drug, used by, for instance, college students as a 'pep pill'. the Allies used quite a bit of amphetamine in WWII to keep soldiers alert (the US military was still doing this in Iraq and Afghanistan in the 2000s; afaik they have not stopped this practice). by the late 50s stimulants were also marketed as pick-me-ups for unhappy housewives and for a dizzying array of depression 'subtypes' (postpartum, old age-related, disability-related) and 'modern miseries' (atomic anxiety, economic and political unrest). it wasn't until the 50s and 60s that stimulants really started to be marketed as diet pills, with 'overeating' configured as a symptom of depression. even those formulations also had other use markets: professional athletes, for example. i'm sure pharma companies would love to have the stimulant dominance they once did in weight loss, but it's not really necessary in order to move product: these days the ADHD diagnosis will generally do the job just fine. nicolas rasmussen's book On Speed has more on this history.

speaking of the ADHD diagnosis, i have observed that in the last two or so decades, it has increasingly been invoked in bioessentialist narratives of either 'chemical imbalances' (usually dopamine, norepinephrine) or distinct 'neurotypes' that are said to cause, worsen, or be susceptible to 'overeating', which can therefore be treated by the use of stimulant drugs. i strongly suspect an effect here is that 'overeating', weight gain, or 'obesity' are de facto being used as diagnostic criteria for ADHD, or for other psychiatric diagnoses considered to have high overlap in behavioural presentation. this is not dissimilar to the formulation in the 60s of 'overeating' as a result of depression; in both cases the narrative elides the appetite-suppressant effects of stimulants and presents them as aiding with weight loss by treating an underlying bio/psychiatric pathology. an interesting historical note here is that Adderall is simply a rebrand of the second-gen formulation of the weight-loss drug Obetrol.

presently, weight loss is largely marketed using the language of health rather than aesthetics. although pharma companies are certainly not morally above lying, i do think it would be a tough pill to swallow (pun intended) if they tried to convince anyone that a stimulant prescription is part of this sort of 'wellness' scene. that could change in the future, ofc; these perceptions and associations are socially and historically contingent. in the US even as recently as the 90s, people were definitely still presenting fen-phen as health-promoting (tautologically, because it caused weight loss!), at least until the valve disease scandal.

glp-1 agonists like ozempic are, i think, getting a lot of extremely credulous coverage, from both the medical establishment and health journalists, that is obfuscating the fact that they basically also work by suppressing the appetite. whether it is 'healthier' to do this with a substance that alters endocrine function than to do it with a substance that acts on adrenergic receptors is unclear to me. certainly there are many 'side effects' of the glp-1 agonists that are simply the results of rapid / significant weight loss (fatigue, weakness, osteoporosis, hair loss, gallstones, 'ozempic face', &c). that a process that causes these things can be marketed as health-promoting is a whole other topic lol. but i think the perception of the glp-1 agonists as healthful weight-loss agents has to do with certain misunderstandings of diabetes, metabolism, and body weight, as well as a degree of... not quite blackboxing, but something adjacent, on the part of pharma companies in their promotional materials. which is to say, it wouldn't surprise me if, in the future, people looked back at glp-1 agonists as also being risky drugs to use for weight loss, and only being worth using in specific, limited circumstances.

#drugs

[princelylove]

I'm pretty sure I've sent you like 3 requests already 😬 so if you're sick of me you can toss this in the trash. I'll still continue to love you anyway (๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ You're fantastic and an angel. If anyone says otherwise, they're lying.

That said, imagine childhood friend darling with yandere Joot. Maybe they go to school together and darling isn't too fond of his fan club. It's entirely reasonable that they might go on vacations with each other's families as kids and teens. They may have even shared a bed or a bath as children. I bet they even have a separate nickname for him. Like "Taro" or just "Jo" to separate from all the people who call him "Jojo". Just because they can get away with it.

Maybe they have secret feelings for him but don't know how to tell him or they're afraid of rejection and are thus waiting for a hint or for him to make the first move.

Imagine all the "borrowed" clothes. Wearing his shirts to paint in or something and secretly sleeping in it because he's next door and it can be returned whenever.

There's endless possibilities here. I'm certain of it. ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

An angel? 

I either answer requests fairly quickly, or let it sit there in my inbox for a little while. It isn’t personal or indicative of how much interest I have in something, I’m just a college student and this blog is my hobby; I like doing requests. 

… “Taro?” Like the vegetable? The boba flavor option? That’s the worst one yet, are you trying to piss him off? 

To be fair, he isn’t fond of his fan club either. You’ve known him the longest, he isn’t really into that sort of attention. He probably uses you to hide from them, whether that be ducking into classrooms and getting you to lie for him or by just not stopping talking to you when they try to approach.  

Maybe your mother is friends with his. Holly is one of those extra touchy crosses way too many family boundaries types of mothers, of course a bath is o-kaay! There’s tons of photos of you in the family album book somewhere, maybe even actually on display. Aw, look at baby Jo-ta-rooo, he’s smiling with you!!!!

Jotaro doesn't realize how lucky he is to live this close to you, or be this close to you in general. He hasn't realized he has actual feelings for you, maybe not until you've both matured a little bit. He isn't really the romantic type, he probably doesn't even recognize the fact that he has romantic feelings for you until something threatens that or you make a move.

Maybe you kiss him as an 'in the moment, please forget I did that' sort of thing. Just a little peck while you're sharing your after-class snack, on the lips. As you steal his first kiss, it clicks in his head that you need to be his last as well.

He turns the photos of baby you and him around, that night.

#yandere jotaro kujo #request granted

[saddest-clown]

Nannie’s Love..

Warnings: violent actions/thoughts,mental illness(bipolar disorder and ocd),delusions,sexual content ,kidnapping,cursing,and other things (this chapter will contain some very graphic descriptions of sexual abuse so please read with caution!! And also I only colored the conversations with multiple people in the room so you guys won’t be confused!)

Small Summary: You were a college student trying to live a normal life until you meet a popular pro Hero couple that needs help watching their children while they’re out doing hero work…nothing bad will happen right?

“I hope you’re taking your medicine as the doctor told you. I wouldn’t want to have a repeat of 10 year old you-“

“Yes yes grandma I hear you gosh.”

“Well missy I can’t hear you with that a damn “something in the way” playing in the back. Turn that shit off!”

She can’t tell me what to do. She’s an old bitter bitch to be frank. I’ll just turn it down.

“But what did you want to tell me exactly grandma?”

“Oh yeah. The doctor told me you have information on a good plastic surgeon. Make sure you contact me first before you go getting any ideas of actually getting this surgery done on you.”

“And why would I need your permission again? I remember me being 20 aka a damn adult?”

“That can’t drink legally. Don’t go getting disrespectful with me missy! I’ll come and spank your grown ass. Don’t play with me.”

She thinks she’s so scary. Her and my grandpa. They’re just annoying, if my parents were her with me it’d be different. Fuck them too

“What happened to you being a grown ass adult huh? I thought the call hung up you got so damn silent.”

“…”

“What I thoug-“

I can’t take her berating me right now. I should be in a good mood. I’m getting ready to have my interview with the Midoriyas.

I decided to go with douyin makeup for today. It’s cute and easy. I can’t focus on my bottom lashes if she’s bitching on MY mobile.

Okay that’s pretty good.. I look really nice. I finally found time to buy me some clothes. I decided to wear a off the shoulder knit shirt with a frilly black skirt. I also recently bought a black shoulder bag too!!

*Ring Ring*

Oh? Some is calling me.. it’s Izuku!

“Hello?”

“Hi Pearl how are you doing right now?”

“I’m doing amazing right now! I’m done getting ready and is finna head to the train station right now!”

“Oh no I couldn’t ask you to ride the train. I know of the men on there and I won’t be letting a beautiful woman get attacked on the train.”

Oh my god be just called me beautiful I might faint.

“I-okay!! Umm I live near Toden Arakawa Line where the Omokagebashi Station is. You’ll see Weave Place – Waseda Park!! When you’re here just give me a call.”

“Okay I’ll be on my way! See you soon.”

He hangs up first good. But to put myself and grandma at ease I will take my medicine. I hate how big they are like I’m some sort of horse.

I put my essentials in my bag. Definitely putting in the new perfume I just bought. It smells so good but it was pretty expensive ٭(•﹏•)٭

I lock my door and get on the elevator. I’m super nervous about this. I get to sit and have a chat with my celebrity crush for crying out loud!? People just don’t get this opportunity everyday. Well commoners like me don’t.

I look into to the lobby to see some some what familiar faces. I don’t really talk to my neighbors. Never been interested in it.

I sit on a bench outside and patiently wait. Normally there aren’t so many people out but it is the weekend.

A car pulls up and when I tell you it’s really nice. My apartments may be nice but no one would be casually driving in that. These apartments are nice but not that nice.

*Ring Ring*

“Hey I’m here.. wait is that you on the bench?”

“Oh yeah it’s me!!”

“Okay cool!”

He hung up the phone and got out the car. Damn.. he’s so sexy. Shit.. I can’t be getting all excited out here.

“Hi there stranger!”

“Hi Pearl!! How are you?”

“I’m doing just fine. My morning has just been divine since it’s the weekend.”

“Well that’s nice. Let me open the door for you!”

He opens the door for me and I sit down. He’s so considerate. The seats are warm and comfortable. It smells so good in here! I need to get a quick look of the scent I’ll put it in my future car.

“Well umm welcome to my car. And my I hope this doesn’t come off weird but when I opened the door I got a whiff of your scent and your perfume smells amazing.”

“Why thank you sir. I really appreciate it because it was like really expensive haha.”

We were talking until my phone went off. I don’t own a fancy phone.I actually like collecting vintage flip phones weird huh?

“I’m sorry about this. I have head phones so I won’t disturb you!”

“Oh no your fine you wouldn’t disturb me at all!!”

I smile and look at the contact name. Of course it’s my damn grandma.

“Hello grandma? I’m kinda busy right now..”

“Girl you’ll never be busy when it comes down to me hunny. Where the hell are you actually?! Me and your grandpa were riding around and he had to piss and we came to your apartment but you aren’t here? Where the fuck are you?”

“I’m out doing my own things okay? We have free restrooms for everyone to use why did you have to go to my apartment?”

“Because we want to. Are you questioning me now huh?! I don’t give a damn where you are and who is around you I’ll whoop your slut-“

Nope no was is gonna shame me on my own phone not in front of him.

“Look Mr. Midoriya Im so sorry about that.. I didn’t think she would act like that.”

“Oh yeah you’re fine… um are you okay? She was being really mean to you.. I know she’s your grandma but you still have to let her know how her words hurt your feelings.”

“That’s a really nice gesture but she doesn’t care about how I feel.. it’s fine anyways! She doesn’t call me back when I hand up on her. So it’s fine. If she does call back I’ll put my phone on silent.”

The car gets a little silent the only thing you can hear is the radio playing. It was pretty awkward. My grandma had to ruin it. She ruins everything.

“U-um I noticed you have a interesting phone! I haven’t seen someone use a flip phone in ages actually.!”

“Oh yeah! I love collecting vintage flip phones. This one is the Sharp SH-048 in Melty Bitter! My grandpa bought it for my mom when she was young and she didn’t like it very much so he saved it for me and gave it to me when I was younger and I’ve kept it ever since.”

“Oh that was nice. Do you have a good relationship with your grandpa?”

“Oh.. umm it’s better than my relationship with my grandmother. He speaks to me through gifts and such more than words. She’s more vocal than him. He only disciplines me when my grandma tells him to do it isn’t that bad I guess.”

“Yeah I’m so sorry, I think I’ve made it awkward enough.. so why don’t we just drive in silence.”

I lowkey thank him for suggesting that. Now I get to think of some lies to tell them. Like for instance my quirk.

I’m pretty sure with a quirk like mine no one would want they’re kid around them.

What my quirk you ask? It’s nothing important right now（╹◡╹）.

We arrived at his house. I know he’s like loaded but like 2 cars..? Who else is here..

“Hey Mr.Midoriya I know that you’re rich and everything but like that’s also your car?”

“Oh yeah I’m so sorry I forgot to mention my parents are here to give you a little interview as well. You know? They just want to make sure whoever is watching their grandkids are suitable for it.”

“Yeah Of course I understand I’d do the same if I was in their position right now.”

He gets out to open my door. I hate old people. My grandparents really fucked up my perception of the elderly. Really bad actually. Now I only think of them as old bitter coffin holders.

“Well welcome to my neighborhood! I hope everything goes smoothly.”

I smile and walk with him into his huge house. As we walk in I look around to see all the photos he has with Uraraka it made me want to sob.

Their photos look so nice. They look so in love. No man had ever looked at me like that genuinely.

We almost reach the dining room when we head heavy peddling feet running our way.

“PEARLLLL YOU’RE HERE OMGGGG. I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!”

I smile and catch him in a hug as he runs into me.

“Haiii sweetie. I hope you’ve been a good boy while I wasn’t here.”

“Mhm-mhm! I was the greatest boy.”

“That’s good to hear sweetheart. But where’s your little brother?”

He points at the tall but obviously fake plant.

“He’s hiding behind there.”

I nod and take a couple steps closer to the plant and squat to his height. I can see in the corner of my eye the adults making their way to us.

I point at the plant suddenly.

“Plant.”

I can feel the eyebrows turning up in confusion.

“Fake.”

Another one word. I can see that Inase is starting to understand a little bit.

“I’m sorry he doesn’t really talk much not even with his parent-“

She was cut off with a unexpected sound from the youngest child.

“Fake plant.”

I smile as I got him to talk

I push my hand towards him.

“Hand.”

Then I proceed to move it in a shaking motion.

“Shake.”

Suddenly to everyone’s surprise he repeats the same thing as me but instead he grabs my hand as well.

I stand up properly and he comes form behind the plant and hugs me just like his brother. The adults clap and smile.

“Wow Pearl was it? You are good at what you do!! We haven’t got him to take in forever. Not for anything. It’s amazing seeing him talk.”

“Thank you. Since I study child behavior and development, we’ve learned that non verbal kids speak faster and better when you ease them into speaking.

“Wow let me just say that was amazing! I’m Inko Yagi! Izuku’s mother. And this is my husband Toshinori Yagi!”

“Hello miss,can I just that I’m so thankful for your help on giving us a start to having Inase speak.”

“Ofcourse! It’s no problem!”

“How about we get started with the small interview. Saku and Ina you two can come only if you behave.”

“YES! We promise mommy. We’ll be on our best behavior.”

He shows his brother his palm and demonstrates a high five. I giggle seeing how fast his brother caught on to my teaching methods.

We all head to the dinning table and all sit. The kids run to sit with my. Ina laying his head on my chest and Saku leaning on my side.

“Okay so my first question and most simple question. Can you tell us your full name please? First and Last preferably.”

“It’s Kashvi Pearl Dahlia. I know it sounds foreign cause my mom named me after her first love. A girl she meet when visiting Indian for the first time.”

“Oh really? That’s interesting. Did she know your mom named you after her?”

“No she died before I was born.”

“Oh…I’m sorry about that.”

“Oh it’s fine I didn’t know her. But anyways next question please.”

“Yeah umm Do you have any past experience with addiction. Like drugs or alcohol?.”

“No ma’am Iived with my grandparents my whole life so I didn’t have much time for things like that. And my college does drug tests on us every week.”

“Interesting. Do you mind if I could also view the results. It’s nothing against you ofcourse I just want to know that you’re sober when you are watching the boys. There’s nothing wrong with drink or so. Just want you to make the best sober choices.”

“That’s fine I completely understand.”

“Okay well I don’t really have anymore questions.”

“Okay well next person please.”

“That will be me dear. I want to know if you are certified in CPR perhaps? Or any medical practices for like injuries around the house.”

“Oh yeah I actually do have a certification in CPR. Since my professor has us to do many active assessments with children we had to learn it and more things. Like I have a med kit with many things for day to day injuries and more!”

“That’s good to know. Okay my next question is do you mind helping the kids with their homework or engaging in educational activities with them? Like being a chaperone on field trips?”

“Yes ma’am. I talked to my professors about me switching to night school and online lectures so I can give them all my attention.”

“Well I only have one more thing and it’s more of a request. Can I have a number of someone we can call just in case we can’t get in touch with you?”

“Oh yes ma’am. My neighbor’s number is ###-####-####.”

“Thank you dear. That is all I need.”

“Mr.Midoriya I’m guessing you have some sort of questions?”

“Oh yes! Umm I really don’t have many I really only have 2. The first one is about your quirk?”

“Oh I don’t have one. I was born with a quirk but it got took from me.”

“Oh my! I’m so sorry that happened to you… one of my friends lost their quirk as well so I could just imagine how you felt.”

I smile at him. He’s so sweet,thinking of others all the time.

“But honestly I don’t have another question. I trust you Pearl.

“Thank you Mr.Midoriya I appreciate it.”

“Well I guess that’s all the questions. Dad do you have one?”

“Umm no to be honest. If her body language was amazing when questioned. That’s one thing that caught my eye. I can tell Miss Pearl will be amazing with little ones.”

Honestly it went smoother than I would have thought. After all the questions we had dinner and played games. It was amazing.

Me and Izuku were having an nice conversation the whole car ride not once did it go quiet.

“Like I would have never thought that’s how the series would end! I hate cliffhangers to this day because of that show.”

“Same!! The creators are the reason I have trust issues now haha!”

“Well sadly this is your stop.”

“Aww man well I had a lot of fun with you guys. Once again thank you for giving me this opportunity!”

“No problem Pearl thank you for taking the job for us. Well have a good night and I’ll see you tomorrow morning!”

I wave him goodbye and head in my apartment complex. I failed to see the familiar car in the lot.

I opened my apartment door with a satisfied sign.

“Hello apartment! I hope you had an excellent night because I did! I can’t even say I missed you a tiny bit.”

As I made my way past my counter island something yanked me by my hair.

“OH YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO GET AWAY WITH THAT DISRESPECTFUL ATTITUDE OF YOURS?!”

She punched me in my face as she screamed bloody murder.

“OH IM BUSY GRANDMA. LIKE I GIVE ONE FUCK ABOUT YOUR LIFE SWEETHEART?!”

She throws me to the ground while I was still trying to recover from the hit she gave me.

“So rude to your own grandmother! Someone who took care of you when your own MOTHER didn’t want you!?”

I let her talk to herself while I tried to crawl away from her while holding my face.

“OH GET YOUR SLUTTY ASS BACK HERE!?”

She grabs my skirt pulling it down in the process. Now I’m only in underwear and my sweater.

“Granny I’m sor-“

She grabs my shirt so hard it rips leaving my partially naked.

“Now you’re sorry? Well I doesn’t fucking matter does it huh little Y/n!? You never seemed to understand when you disrespect your elders you get punished Y/n?!”

She drags me to my bathroom. We past my balcony to see my grandfather smoking a cigarette. Trying to focus on something other than his wife abusing his granddaughter.

“You are easily the biggest disappointment of our family. To think my daughter birthed a lunatic. A disrespectful one at that.”

She elbows me in my face darkening my vision. Until my vision is complete took. I can tell she put a blind fold on my face.

I could feel air touch my nipples. So I was completely naked now. I didn’t hear anyone talking or making any kind of movement.

I make an effort to move but is restricted. What the hell did she tie me up?!

Suddenly I hear a jingle of a belt buckle.

“Wait granny is that yo-“

A sudden slap of a belt brings a yelp out of me.

“You just had to do this to yourself. You decided to treat the only people that love you like shit. I’m really getting tired of having to do this when you’re a “grown up”. “

She just starts hitting me with the belt everywhere. My breasts,my face, legs, even my cunt for crying out loud. And that’s what I did,scream and cry. Was all I could do is voice my apologies for being rude.

When I finally pissed myself she stopped. She finally decided that was enough.

I just sat there in my own piss. Mascara smudged on my face from my constant crying. The truth is I don’t know why I’m crying. She’s always like this. One time when I was 14 she let our pervert neighbor have his way with me after I got sent to the principal’s office. She continuously denied letting him in but I just can’t find myself to believe her.

A boy kept bothering me about my skirt and how slutty my legs looked. He even grabbed the inside of my underwear after he had snuck into the girls bathroom! I bit him and threw him against the sink.

They had the audacity to call the police on me?! When I was the one attacked. They said I was “having hallucinations” because of my mental illness.

My grandma was livid. She beat me to black and blue after that. She had to write a letter to the parents of the boy to not be upset with him because I was mental.

She didn’t even let me rest after she beat me half to death…

(WARNING R4PE FLASHBACK)

I remember sitting in my bed shaking…

Then suddenly my door opens

“Hey kiddo… I hear you got into a bit of trouble at school today.”

The mysterious man comes up to me and starts rubbing circles in my back. This action immediately makes me tense up.

Tears build up in my eyes and I start to silently cry.

“Shhh honey I know… I know you’re in pain. I know you’re in trouble..but me. I believe everything you said.”

I looked up at him still crying.

“…..Really?”

“Oh of course honey, teenage boys are horrible little creatures who only think with they’re teeny tiny little cocks. But me? I’m all grown up and I can help you.”

“how?”

“Well when I’m hurting really bad I use sex to get rid of my frustrations. I think it could help you too..”

I didn’t know what sex was. I’d never had the talk. My grandma just said if I was to have it I’d be sitting on the concrete with some crackhead.

I lost my train of thought when he started to kiss my forehead. He mumbled sweet words and praises in my ear.

My tummy filled with butterflies. No one has spoken to me like that Ever

The way his hands sneakily moved down my body caressing my private and chest. I couldn’t help but make small noises.

The way he kissed me so passionately. Every moan I let out he got more excited. He taught things about my body that I never knew of until he came in that day.

“That’s it fuck! Honey I never thought you would be so good at this for a virgin.”

He was referring to my ability to make him feel good. He told me that all the women he’s been with they’ve never made him feel that good.

In that time it felt amazing. His finger inside of me feeling the hole of my privates and of my heart.

“Okay honey I’m gonna put it in now. Brace yourself.”

I’ve never felt anything like that. It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had to experience. It hurt like hell but it felt good. I didn’t think about what happened earlier. After a while the pain turns into Pleasure

It lasted a while until he had to take it out. There was a little blood but he said that’s what happens.

Before he left he kissed me on my lips and rudely let his white stuff or as he told me it was called “cum” get all over my face.

(FLASHBACK OVER)

My grandparents only found out when my grandpa hit his car and he got angry. He threatened to fuck me much worse if he doesn’t pay for it.

However it was different. My grandmother was gone on a girls trip and so he was the only one watching me. If it was my grandma she would’ve beat my ass but this time it was different. He beat the NEIGHBOR’S ass instead of mine.

My grandpa brought me to my doctor and explained to him that I was taken advantage of and that I needed to talk to someone because he couldn’t help with that.

My neighbor didn’t go to jail though. He had too much dirt on them to let them go to the police. Before he left he looked at me through the window I was watching him from. He said to me

“Remember what I taught you honey. Please yourself rather than your frustration and problems.”

And that’s what I did.

After my grandparents made their leave. I finally decided to get up. I cleaned out my tub from all the nasty smelly piss from out my tub.

I turned on the hot water and stepped in. I haven’t taken a bath in so long. I’m usually using the showers but tonight I needed a stress relief.

The burning sensation of the boiling water made me feel clean I guess.

I feel my head immersed into the water. I open my eyes to see the ceiling. Today I don’t know what it is. Usually if things like that happens I touch myself. Taking away from the sensation of feeling hurt or in pain. But I wasn’t feeling it.

When I do that it makes me sluggish so I’m gonna make the choice to make a different approach. A better approach.

#my hero academia #izuku midoriya #ochako uraraka #toya todoroki #shoto todoroki #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #toshinori yagi #inko midoriya #momo yaoyorozu #denki kaminari #jirou kyouka #mina ashido #sero hanta #iida tenya #one for all #aizawa shouta #class 1a #major character death #yandere reader

[braveblackbutterfly]

Farewell to The Owl House: a personal essay (warning: this a long post)

When Steven Universe ended in 2020, I didn’t think I would ever find another animated show that I would grow to love dearly.

And then I found The Owl House a couple of months later.

I started seeing gifs (like this one) and posts about this cartoon on my dashboard, similarly to how I discovered Steven Universe. Eventually, I decided to check it out on Disney Now. I watched the first episode and immediately liked it. So I watched the next episode and the next til I caught up a week before the episode that rocked the world (or at least the fandom’s world).

Enchanting Grom Fright. 

I have seen a few epic moments/episodes in children’s animated shows like Steven Universe and She-Ra. But there was just something about the lumity dance scene and the episode as a whole that just warmed my heart. And when Dana Terrace confirmed that Luz is bi (and later that Amity’s a lesbian), I was over the freaking moon.

Growing up, I never saw much if any (good) representation of bisexual characters in the media. I just assumed people were either gay or straight. I recognized my attraction to boys when I was a kid and immediately assumed I was straight, ignoring any signs that I liked girls too because I liked guys, so I can’t be gay, right?

Right?

It wasn’t until college and meeting one of my roommates who was bi and being introduced to her queer group of friends that I began to realize “yes, people can like men and women, or any genders for that matter.” And I finally allowed myself to ask the question: “do I like women too?” The answer was yes and I began identifying as bisexual (or queer when people act like they can’t understand bisexuality *eye roll*).

So finally seeing a show with a bi protagonist whose also a girl of color and neurodivergent just made me felt seen all these many years later. To know that kids and teens (and yes, adults too) can see a character like themselves or realized that bi people actually exist and are actually you know...people who deserves love and respect.

Luz is one of my favorite characters in the series, and I relate to her a good amount. But I relate to a few other characters too, particularly Amity.

I talked about this in another post I made last year (or was it 2021?) but going to talk about it on here too.

Lost in Language is one of my favorite season 1A episodes, for many different reasons. But mainly because of the progression of Luz and Amity’s relationship (from Amity wanting nothing to do with Luz to admitting she was harsh with her and them hitting the reset button).

I have been an Amity in the past. Not the mean/bitchy attitude Amity back then, coming from a rich or esteemed family. But I was the top student of my class too.

I had to be.

Not because of my parents like in Amity’s case. But because I had no other social standing in middle and high school. Students knew my name because of my high grades, my awards and eventually graduating as salutatorian. Yes, I’m still a tiny bit disappointed about the salutatorian thing. It was a battle between me and another girl throughout our 4 years in school, but she ended up becoming valedictorian.

In middle school, I had a Luz at my school. She kept trying to be my friend, but I wanted nothing to do with her. It always felt like whenever I was around her, something bad would happen. Especially this one incident. I was at my locker, ready to go home when she came by. She was twirling her baton, and it smacked me on my head. I got pissed and told her off. She profusely apologized, but I was too mad to accept her apology, and I left.

Looking back, I know I was too harsh with her. It was just an accident. She didn’t mean for the baton to hit my head. But at the time, I didn’t want her around. So unlike Luz and Amity, we never became friends.

I have slowly but surely grown to not care about being the best student, the best employee, the best child, the best this and that. I am an awesome person because of the person I have grown into, making changes and opening my mind and falling in and out of like/love with my friends (and more than friends). And no one can dictate the path I choose for myself.

I typed all of this to simply say: I love The Owl House.

I sometimes hate admitting it because Steven Universe still means a lot to me, but The Owl House has become my ultimate favorite cartoon of the newer generation (I’m a 90s baby and 90s/early 2000s cartoons still have my heart).

Besides relating to the characters and enjoying both the lighthearted and heartbreaking moments, this show has awakened the creativity in me.

I am a writer...or at least I love writing. But I haven’t done or shared that many projects of mine online. But in 2021, I gave drawing another chance, specifically redrawing screenshots. I liked my work and had the bravery to share my artwork on here, which I still do. I have to admit that my drawing skills have improved throughout the years. I still don’t feel ready to make art inspired by my own ideas. If I did, I would make and post a hundred black racebent Amity/canon Luz fanart. 

And this year, I posted my very first fanfic. I have written fanfics before, but never ever shared them with anybody, especially not for the whole world to read. But again, this show inspired me so much that I just had to start sharing it.

Plus, my creative projects has helped me make some of the best friends I have ever made on here. And I love having their support and supporting them when they share their projects.

I’m not ready to see this amazing show come to end tonight. But I don’t think I will ever truly be ready to say goodbye. I’m going to miss this show. All the laughs, all the cries, all the shipping moments.

Thank you to the creator, the cast, the crew, and everybody who helped make this cartoon come into existence.

Us weirdos will always stick together.

#bbb butterfly #the owl house #toh #luz noceda #amity blight #lumity #bi representation #leeann art #i do not own these gifs

[poisoned-pearls]

TELL US ABT UR FANKIDS. I WANT TO KNWOW!!! :3

AHHH okay!! So

in this world nrc became coed around five years after the current first years graduated

Faraja is just Leona’s child (bc I don’t really ship him with anyone but it just felt right to have one), and she is very like, calm. And super in love with her girlfriend. Big defining trait right there bc she is a sunset savanna feminist. 1. Complétive spell drive champion and princess (though so far removed from the crown she doesn’t care anymore, bc when five people + would have to die for you to get the crown, including your own father, you kinda just. Stop paying attention to it) and 2. Dedicated girlfriend

Here are some of my doodles of her (including dad leona. He’s a history professor at a magic college and all of his students love him)

VIVIENNE is her girlfriend. I called her evie for shorthand until I had the time to look up an actual name. Yes it is after evie from descendants.

Viv is a musician who is definitely a bit of a nepo baby bc of vil, but she’s also definitely talented enough to hold her own without him. She plays guitar and keeps a crossbow on her at all times (imagine those gun thigh straps but magical folding crossbow instead of gun). they met as first years in savannaclaw, and the main reason she transferred was bc the old pomefiore housewarden was becoming a fourth year and REALLY needed someone to take over, so in a panic fueled haze went “hey your dad was a good housewarden, think you can fill in for me? Sorry what was that I gotta go on my internship now good luck with the dorm!!!-“ so she stepped in

(she does have a problem of dressing like a Christian college girl going on a mission trip every time she comes to the savanna tho.)

the entire reason I even thought of putting them together tho was bc I thought it’d be HILARIOUS for leona and vil to have to have the most AWKWARD “meet the parents” dinner EVER. NEITHER OF THEM WERE MADE AWARE BY THEIR CHILDREN BC NEITHER OF THEIR KIDS KNEW THEY HAD MAD BEEF IN HIGHSCHOOL

anyways by the time leona and vil figured it out it was #toolate. Their daughters were already together for a year and a half.

Nami is the first one I ever designed and thought out. She’s also the only one to have a named and fully thought out unique magic

she can speak 7 languages and way too many animal ones, has to go down to 8ths to explain most of her heritage (3/4th Japanese and 1/4italian azul and 1/2 Egyptian, 1/4 Arabian (my lore swap in word bc oh my fucking god agrabah is such a fucking headache. Orientalism is a bitch when it comes to historical research. What do you mean the live action is primarily Indian clothing but narration describes it being off of a river nowhere near that. India isn’t even NEAR an Arabian desert. That was way too much of a tangent- anyways) and 1/4th South Indian Jamil creates the most annoying white girl answer of “oh well ACTUALLY I’m 1/6th French 1/4th German-“ answer but not white.)

nami’s ultimate magic is called siren song. Anyone who hears her singing is made vunerable to her hypnotism. It is not active all of the time, and if someone is out of earshot the hypnotism wears off. She performs weekly concerts at school (which she is fully not supposed to do btw. If either of her dads heard abt it she’d get in trouble for the first time in her life SO FAST-) to get people used to hearing her sing. Just in case she needs to mass hypnotize the school, bc you never know-

nami has also had a serious escape artist problem since she was able to freely transform between her human and mer form (which I have more lore for, but I am making a diagram for that so that shall be a different post). She can and will get up on roofs, inside walls and vents, climb fences, poles, and generally anything. She was air tagged and gpsed by Jamil constantly (kalim was the predecessor), and that was only done to find her after the fact.

She was tossed around as a child like a divorced kid so Jamil could travel as much as he wanted. She’d go to school where azul was based (a fancy ass private school for kids who are like, 110% guaranteed to be mages so they had teachers who could handle it) and whenever she’d go to live with Jamil for a month Azul would just. Lie and say it’s a mermaid thing so she can’t be in person but she can do twst version of zoom- (also whenever she was being swapped the parent would fly with her to the other one. They also spent months together as a full unit and Jamil stopped traveling as much when she turned 11 but that is how she’s visited over 30ish countries)

(also just bc the teachers were trained to deal with magic doesn’t mean they were trained to deal with Nami: expert escape artist(tm). No one has succeeded in stopping her OTHER than when she was 7 and had a pole scaling problem, so Jamil slapped some leggings on her so she’d lose the grip her skin had. However this backfired when she just gained the ability to lift herself up with only her arms. A lot of her skills also have to do with her ability to withdraw her tentacles in like, a split second tho. She can pull out two and use octo strength to pull herself up or scale walls.)

she struggles with fears of falling short however. She feels like she can’t exactly beat expectations, only meet or fail them. It’s not like either of her parents put this pressure on herself, but when one parent was opening up a restaurant and the other was fully abt to stage a coup it’s kinda hard to beat that. She’s terrified of just being, average, bc to her, she should have everything to make her excellent.

She also is good at dancing and piano. She was that five year old who is better at piano than most adults. She also watches dramas with auntie Najma a lot. She is very close with Najma-

neo is my little cringe fail idikei kid. I love him so much he’s so funny to me. He’s immensely camera shy and suffers from high anxiety. He can however find out absolutely everything abt someone from a burner acc however.

absolute menace online. Nothing is safe from him. He doesn’t poss himself at ALL but best believe he knows everyone’s instas in the whole school. He does have access to crowleys search history just in case he ever needs blackmail

he also has a HUGE ass crush on Nami (she doesn’t reciprocate, bc she definitely sees him as a kid even tho he’s just a year younger (mainly bc she was the one who helped him adjust to being a housewarden)) bc he saw her, got SEVERELY intimidated by her, and then once she helped him adjust, he admired her. So he is very very awkward around her. He isn’t weird abt it with her tho. He would literally rather die than weird her out, bc that is his IDOL/hj. He thinks she’s very pretty as well. The other first years use this to their advantage to get him to come do things with them

those are the most like, thought out and complete ones I have for now-. Samir is kinda just a vibe and not much of a fleshed out character and the rest need legit names before I can confidently talk abt them, BUT rest assured I have MANY thoughts abt them

#Holy SHIT this is long as hell #Uh. I have many thoughts #Esp bc I had to do twstober for class #But I couldn’t do fanart #So it was ALL OCS and FANKIDS BBY #Speaking of which. I need to talk abt my ocs eventually #Esp Ymir. Ymir Velez my son my bby based off of yzma #And beau and goth #OH and goths little brother #Unnamed rapunzel twst #Which btw #Made me realize how similar the plots are of rapunzel and ariel #Like. They’re SO SIMILAR #Anyways that’s a long way of saying rapunzel twst and rielle boyfriends #They’re dating to me.

[ira-407]

How to School Me Better: Universal Changes

This will be the first in a series of blog posts about me reflecting on my schooling experience. Each of them will be posted under the "school" tag on my tumblr.

I graduated college two years ago. I haven’t been back in school since then, though I do plan to return about a year from now. My overall school experience was, I’d say, pretty decent. I was certainly not without many personal struggles, whether it was academically or socially, though. Many of my teachers were great and really did the best with what they had. There were a few teachers I had who I didn’t think were good teachers and who failed to really reach me. Regardless, the public American education system is an absolute mess and I think it needs to be fundamentally reworked from the ground up. I don’t think I can find that many people, including current teachers, who would completely disagree with that sentiment. So what I am going to do here is brainstorm ways in which I think said system could be reworked, though more to the point, I am going to list ways in which I think specific subjects could have been taught to me in ways where they actually would have stuck and have been meaningful to me. Now that I am an adult, I have recognized that I definitely don’t have a dislike for learning-in fact, I think most people like learning in some form or fashion-but the way a lot of subjects were handled in the classes I took was in a way that was not very conducive to actual learning. It’s actually pretty wild, thinking back at it, how the people who design these curriculums thought that they were. I don’t mean the individual teachers I had here, for the most part at least. There was a large looming force over most of the courses I took, whether it was standardized testing or having to do grades in a specific way for the school. So these are more systemic suggestions than they are levied at any specific teachers I had, though certain teaching styles and philosophies worked better with me than others. 

Universal changes

More federal funding across the board

Smaller student-to-teacher ratio

The abolishment of homework

More recess/unstructured break time for all grade levels

No standardized testing

No self-contained special ed classes for *anyone*. Actually meaningfully include students with disabilities.

Shorter school days in general, though doing this without also shortening the work day for most jobs would not be optimal

Minimize traditional testing in general

Apply a strength-based approach to how mastery of the subjects are assessed

A lot of these are things already done at private schools and via homeschooling. Which is great! However, most families cannot afford these things. I don’t know that mine could’ve. Private schools and homeschooling are at best, band-aids on the current system we have, and at worst are shelters from the real world for parents who want to mold their children into their particular image of them. Tutoring also definitely helped me, but again, it’s a band-aid. Private schools also tend to have horrific things happen in them because they’re not beholden to the same rules as public schools, though they can also be great for that same reason. Regardless, those are not going to help the most people as opposed to more systemic changes. Other obligations can get in the way of homework if one is involved with extracurricular activities. Now yes, there’s the “school comes first, extracurriculars second” doctrine but I really don’t think it’s that simple.

Extracurriculars are supposed to enhance your learning in some way, and may even utilize skills you learn in classes. Why not leverage that more instead of expecting someone to not break under the pressure of having to juggle so many things at once? There seems to always be the underpinning argument of “this is how the real world works, Better Get Used To It” when it comes to this stuff. Yes, having to juggle obligations is part of adulthood. However, a lot of the time, even then, I feel like it doesn’t quite have to be that way. If this is what I needed to get used to, then why should I be excited to grow up at all? There’s also a point to be made about how a lot of what we even learn in school isn’t stuff we use in everyday life, though I think one way to fix that is to simply apply what we learn to real life more often. 

Strengths-based approach is a term often used in disability services, though I think in a lot of ways, it is applicable to learning as a whole. Some of the very best teachers I had used this approach. They were the ones who really valued growth and connection. The ones who didn’t simply feel like authority figures, the ones who didn’t care as much about the extrinsic value, but rather the ones who actually took time to meet students where they are, and make them recognize that they inherently have strengths that can be utilized effectively. They make the class feel legitimately connected, and the only people who may feel left out simply weren’t interested in the first place. I can tell the difference that makes for a classroom environment. A great example of this was a class I took two semesters in a row, which was for a storytelling ensemble known as Tellers.  One thing I really liked about Tellers was that everyone had their own thing they brought to the table. There wasn’t really a sense of, “oh, this guy is better than the other guy”. The director really has a way of making each performance feel special and becoming of the individual’s skillset. Does that mean nobody in tellers is better or worse than another or that all performances are equally good? No. What it does mean, is that there wasn’t a race to the top. There was simply being the best you. Bringing your best foot forward. Not creating a hierarchy or a sense of competition doesn’t mean nobody gets praised in a classroom. It means everyone’s unique talents and strengths are well recognized. What makes a teacher truly exceptional is the ability to fully realize that. 

Next, I want to go by individual subjects, since I had my own share of strengths and weaknesses in each of them. Generally speaking, I struggled the most with STEM subjects. I think some of this has to do with how my brain is wired. I’m definitely not a very logical point a-point b thinker. However, I also don’t at all think I am incapable of learning these things. Most, probably nearly all, of my former teachers and professors would likely agree that I was capable of learning what they taught me and I generally would absorb it pretty well. What I struggled with were the assignments themselves, and keeping up with the pace at which the content was taught. The most common ways most subjects were taught didn’t work for me. Some of what didn’t work about how these subjects were taught also affected how well I did in literature and humanities courses too, even though those were usually my stronger subjects. Since I don't want to put everything into one giant, long blog post, I am going to split these up into parts. Next time I will be discussing math, but for now, I would like to know what you think about what I have discussed so far, as well as your own personal experiences, should you feel comfortable sharing.

TL;DR: My schooling experience came with a myriad of challenges. Many of these were because of my disabilities as well as how the system is not properly designed for people like me, and is inherently flawed in general. There are many systemic changes that should be made that can improve the overall experience for everyone, students and teachers alike. There are also specific changes that could made which would benefit students like me.

#School #public school #How to school me better #childhood

[biblioflyer]

Being a red shirt on the info literacy and empathy front lines.

This is a bit of a meta post and by "going there" I'm really just trying to generate more of the sort of "you are seen" genre for whomever it has meaning. If it has a whiff of "look at me, I'm an ally, I'm helping by yelling into the void" then I don't know really know what to tell you, maybe it is and if it is, feel free to keep on scrolling, I am not consciously demanding your affirmation, just rambling about the role of sci-fi in my life in getting me to this point ethically and professionally.

I am a red state millennial librarian. Don't feel as sorry for me as you might reflexively think I want you to. I'm not a public librarian or a public school librarian, I'm an academic librarian. Moms for Liberty hasn't directed its Eye of Sauron at us (yet.) Thus we're able to keep stocking LGBTQ literature without too much worry of people screaming at us. For now at least.

Why does this matter?

Well through a little loophole we are officially an academic library that provides services to young adults and the public in addition to formal college students without being a public or school library. I'm reluctant to share too many biographical details, but suffice to say you might be surprised at what is part of your nearest academic library collection and it may be easier than you think to access that collection.

Individual institutions are going to have their own policies, however because we are part of a broader consortium that all shares resources, we offer reciprocal services to every member of that consortium and their patrons if those patrons come to us with a valid library card from one of the member counties or a peer institution.

So if your public library has been gutted, take a peak at local colleges. They are more likely than you think to have queer literature, including queer and diverse literature in the YA genre, as well as inclusive children's books even picture books. College libraries know many of their students are either parents or are intending to go into public education (god help them) and thus have some very infrequently utilized special collections that they would love to see circulate so they can justify buying more.

This being a nerd blog, let me just speak briefly of the role of sci-fi and fantasy allegories in my development. I could very easily have been one of the people that I fear may come for my job. The people we have done workshops rehearsing how to respond professionally, empathetically, but also forcefully to formal challenges to what's on our shelves and informal challenges - i.e. people intent on making spectacles.

I don't say that I "fear" these people lightly, our head of DEI initiatives was sacked after the program was expected (and ultimately) was defunded. This person was not offered a job in a different department. I'm not super in touch with what goes on outside my department but I'm told that this person was broadly respected and other than their job title, was never involved in anything controversial or had any interpersonal disputes.

So we who are heteronormative don't get the luxury of putting our heads down and assuming this will blow over. We can't actually know with any certainty how many degrees of separation are between us and the ire of the Christian Nationalist fever that has swept the nation.

Anywho, Handmaid's Tale isn't exactly the sci-fi I meant to talk about (although boy howdy did it scare the bejeezus out of me the first time I listened to it and that was - I think - pre-2016.)

I grew up in a very rural area with minimal diversity. My exposure to diversity and later queer representation was almost entirely through media. Star Trek was a big one, but also Roseanne which ironically makes the comedian's red pilling more heart breaking than JK Rowling - its a xenniel thing, I was in my edgy ironic full of myself no time for childish things teenage years when Harry Potter came out.

I'm sitting here in 2023, and I can see the absurd falseness of the rhetoric of grooming discourse. Riker's fling with an androgynous alien or Jadzia Dax's open pansexuality didn't make me queer. It de-stigmatized being queer and left me open to taking seriously the self expressed experiences of people who I was open to befriending. As an adult, while I've found Discovery to be frustrating in many ways, one of the things that keeps me coming back is Culber and Stamets. Their performances and arcs have been a consistently solid part of an otherwise very messy production.

Much as Culber and Stamets are simply decent human beings just trying to get by and overcome crisis after crisis, so too are the queer people I've befriend. Their sinister agenda is to walk in public with their partner without people walking between them not thinking they're actually together or being harassed. Some of them are parents of developmentally well adjusted children.

I'm not looking for ally virtue signal points by praising these storylines, I'm just recognizing them for what they are: pieces of my development as a person. Which makes me happy to be in a place in my life where if nothing else, for now I get to make available a wide variety of experiences and perspectives for people to be exposed to. Its not my job to force anything on anyone and I order plenty of straight forward murder mysteries, romances, and swashbuckling epics that don't require a lot of critical thinking, but I like knowing that something I placed on the shelf might make someone accept themselves or accept someone else.

#red state library #books unite us #pride month #we need diverse books #star trek #academic libraries #intellectual freedom