It’s time for me to start treating some people like they’re middle schoolers and start assigning them homework where they have to answer questions that are atleast a paragraph long each cause the “why can’t Louis just shut up and kill people and be more like Lestat? 🥺” gang is killing me
1 What is "Jim Crow?" Hint: it's not the name of a politician!
2. What is a "race riot?" Remember the setting of the story and use context clues if you need help!
2a. Which groups of people are most targeted in race riots?
2b. Are race riots dangerous?
3. Let's think! If your husband wanted to make the night of a race riot your anniversary and get some pussy in the process how would you react? Try to express yourself in at least one paragraph.
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I present to you all…
A very poor quality digital redraw of my one Saint Just drawing.
I have never actually done a redraw in my life, and I am not quite fond of doing them, but I hadn’t drawn in a while. I needed practice, and I figured “well, why not, what other ideas do you have?” And I can near guarantee any other idea would have been worse. So, Saint Just “Breath” by Breaking Benjamin redraw.
Enjoy.
Or don’t, I can’t tell you what to do.
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Lukas's head almost snaps off with how fast he turns it, ears perked.
"They're speaking Swedish!" he whisper-shouts, eyes probably even wider than those of Bully and Hops, who seem to have stopped talking. Huh.
"Sorry, keep going, how many pages do you have to write?" he says apologetically, trying to stay focused on Bully rather than the familiar lilt of Swedish drifting from across the quad.
"Five. For tomorrow", Bully says with a sigh. "I think I'm going to barricade myself in the library until I've managed to squeeze out everything I know about teaching kids to count."
Hops winces in commemoration, but seems to brighten up as he looks at Louis. "You should go talk to them! How long has it been since you talked to anyone Swedish except your family?"
Louis almost manages to choke on his surprise. "I can't go talk to them!" He gestures emphatically. "Like what, just go up to people in public because I can hear them gossiping about someone's roommate?"
"I'm sure they'd like it!"
Bully nods. "Yeah, and what's the worst that can happen? They say they don't want to talk?"
There are times when Lukas forgets the vast cultural difference between himself and most of his teammates. This is not one of those times.
"No, the worst scenario is when I fly home they're also flying back to Sweden and then I have to spend all the time from Boston to Arlanda pretending like all of us can't remember the way I just randomly came over to talk to them!"
Bully blinks.
Hops looks like he just witnessed a goalie take off his skate and throw it at an opposing player. "What's an Arlanda?" he says weakly.
"Oh. The Stockholm airport."
That does not seem to be the biggest source of confusion.
Lukas tries to downplay it. "And besides, they sound like they're from Stockholm so they'd probably call me a hillbilly and ask me if we have electricity back home or if trying to not get eaten by bears is all the entertainment we need."
Hops looks like he's going into shock. Bully says, "Oh, that's what people ask me when I say I grew up on the rez! I get you." He claps a hand on Lukas' shoulder. "But seriously, it's okay if you want to speak Swedish more often."
Hops sounds very shaky. "I'm, uh, I'm going to go see if Bitty made pie."
Hops gets almost halfway across the quad before Lukas realises he's heading away from the Haus. "Shit!" He turns to Bully. "You get to the library, I'll make sure he gets some pie safely."
Bully nods at him, cool as always. He saunters off and Lukas bolts off before he loses sight of Hops
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