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godsdamahalfblood · 1 month
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Grover's thoughts through HoO regarding his empathy link with Percy: a series
tlh: where tf is this little- I was doing something man find ya ass back at camp or I stg
son: bitch. I told you to FIND YA ASS AT CAMP H A L F B L O O D NOT THIS KNOCK OFF JULIUS CEASER VIBE SHITSTORM
moa: what are- this broke ass blonde pelican better not replace me
hoh: whatthefuckwhatthefuck p a i n wherethefuckispercy whatthe f u c k
boo: stop FUCKIN dying of all the GODDAMN times to get a FUCKIN NOSEBLEED PERSEUS
bonus:
grover: i couldve married a giant. it couldve been done. but NO i decided to make an EMPATHY LINK.
grover, in cali: ah finally some fucking peac- WHAT IS HE DOING NOW HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE S T U D Y I N G
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greensagephase · 1 month
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Valentine's Day (Nonviolent Communication One-Shot)
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Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x SpiderFemaleReader (colleagues to friends to lovers; they're currently in their friendship era, so no romance but we still have soft Miguel!) Summary: Just a rainy Valentine's Day surprising your friends with baked sweets because Valentine's doesn't have to be only about romance. Word Count: 4,311 Short A/N: This is a one-shot for my Nonviolent Communication fanfic but can be read as a standalone. As I mentioned above, they're in their friendship era, so there's no romance, but Miguel lowkey got me blushing anyway soo! Warnings: None. Just reader and Miguel being their usual sweet and caring selves to each other. Masterlist Songs inspo: "Just the Two of Us" - Grover Washington, Jr., Bill Withers (I don't know why but this song just came to mind while writing this, so just look at it as a platonic song for now :) ) Fanfic's official music playlist:
Spider webs shaped like hearts decorate corners. Holographic hearts are displayed at the cafeteria. Even some of the tables have little decorations, more than likely set up by a small group of Spider members that usually take time of their day to do things like holiday decorating within the Spider Society to make the workplace “fun.” As to the holographic hearts out and about, you imagine those have to do with Lyla, who has been all too excited about Valentine's because of her heart-shaped glasses.
You walk through the cafeteria, past occupied tables where fellow Spider members sit. A reusable bag hangs from your shoulder in which you carry baked treats. You've successfully handed out containers filled with them to the majority of your friends, with the exception of Peter B. and MJ, and Miguel. You continue to search for Peter B., certain that you’ll find him here. As you walk, your gaze turns to the windows. It’s a cold and rainy day in Nueva York, and it’s also Valentine’s Day, which prompts a memory to flash through your mind, one that you put away for now. You focus on your goal: find Peter B. and then Miguel.
You slow down as you hear Peter's voice from somewhere, so you look around until you spot him talking with another member, carrying Mayday like always.
“Alright, pal, I'll see you around,” he says with his signature smile, giving the other member a pat on the back before they part ways.
Mayday sees you first and immediately begins to wiggle around, making Peter notice you. He grins and the two of you meet halfway, Mayday already reaching for you. You smile and upon meeting them, you accept one of her hands and play with it.
“Good morning, Mayday,” you say, greeting her. She squeals in delight before repeating “morning” now that she’s speaking two-word sentences. It’s amazing how much time has passed, how much she has grown, which you don’t let yourself think too much about. Instead, you focus on her attire for the day. She's wearing pants and tiny boots, and best of all, a cute pink sweater with red hearts printed all over it, showcasing Peter's spider symbol in the center of them.
It's no longer surprising. Mayday's closet is filled with spider-theme clothes, which has made you wonder if Peter has his own merchandise creator. You feel like it would be a thing Peter B. would definitely have.
“Hey, you heard that? She said ‘morning’ - that’s another word!” Peter says happily. “Daddy is so proud of you, honey! Wait till MJ hears about this!”
You chuckle. “It’s amazing. Before we know it she’ll be speaking full sentences.”
“Okay, that just made me, like, really sad. She’s growing up too fast,” Peter says quietly, holding his daughter close to his chest. His gaze is gentle as he stares at her. “It’s part of life, I know, but…”
“I’m sorry to have brought it up,” you say gently as you give him a gentle pat on his arm. “Would some baked treats make it better?”
That seems to get Peter and Mayday’s attention. “Baked treats?”
“Brownies. For Valentine’s,” you say, pulling out a container and offering it to him. “I baked some brownies for everyone.”
“Totally feel better now,” Peter says with a grin, accepting the box.
”For you and MJ, and maybe Mayday if she can eat them,” you say. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”
“Happy Valentine’s! Hey, they’re even heart-shaped! MJ is gonna be so happy. You know we all love your baking,” Peter says as he gets one out and eats it. Once he finishes eating, he says, “So amazing!”
“Glad you like them! Make sure to save some for MJ, though,” you reply with a smile. “Have you seen Miguel?”
Peter looks around, closing the box of treats. “I saw him earlier. He was going to the Go Home Machine room to check something but he might be back at his lab already,” he responds. His gaze flickers to your bag, taking notice of at least two boxes left in there, though he doesn’t ask anything.
“Alright, I’ll go check if he’s there. I’ll see you in a bit,” you say, saying goodbye to Peter and Mayday for now.
“See ya!”
You walk out of the cafeteria and head to Miguel’s lab, reaching it in no time. You stop at the entrance and as always, you call for Lyla to have her ask Miguel if you can enter. You never walk in unannounced out of respect, even though Lyla has told you that you should stop. Even Miguel has hinted at it, at the fact that you can just walk in, yet, you do it anyway out of respect.
“Y/N! Miguel isn’t here. He’s at the Go Home Machine room. Something’s up with the machine but he should be done in a few minutes. He said you can go in,” Lyla says, appearing suddenly and floating in midair.
“You asked him already?” you ask, amused.
“Yep. I think he’s even going to send you a message because he thinks you might not believe me when I tell you he says to go in.”
And of course, right after she says that you receive a notification from your gizmo, alerting you of a new message. A message from Miguel.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes. Please wait for me * inside *** the lab.”
You smile softly at his emphasis to wait inside. He knows you too well.
“See?” Lyla says with a soft smirk. “So, come on in! I see you have the goods.”
You laugh softly as you enter the lab, carrying your bag with the last two heart-shaped containers you bought a few days ago to package the baked treats. The containers were easy to hide in Gabriel’s old bedroom, the same one that’s your current temporary room since your building caught on fire a few weeks ago. Luckily, your floor was spared but lower floors did not have the same luck. Now, the building is under cleaning and reconstruction, a process that will take at least two months to finish. Or at least that’s what your landlord said. You’ve been staying in Nueva York with Miguel in his penthouse after he offered his place countless times. He assured you that you were welcomed to stay for however long you needed to, whether that was days, weeks, or months. There was even a moment you swear he almost said years, before he stopped himself.
So, you’ve been staying at Miguel’s penthouse in Gabriel’s, a man that you never met and unfortunately will never have the opportunity to due to his passing, old bedroom. You’ve made his room yours for the time being, even encouraged by Miguel to decorate it as you wish to make it feel like home because as he said, “my home is your home.”
And so, currently living with Miguel meant that you needed to find a way to hide your little Valentine’s surprise. You thought about baking treats for your group of friends, including Miguel, last week, but you knew that you’d need to come up with a way to have Miguel out of his own penthouse in order to truly surprise him as well. You quickly came up with a plan and even got a little help from a certain AI assistant, who was all too happy keeping Miguel busy here at HQ last night while you baked. You thought about your plan well, so much that you even baked a cake and cookies as an excuse, so that whenever Miguel got home, he wouldn’t wonder why it smelled like baked treats when there were none in sight, since you planned on hiding the Valentine’s treats in your room, packaged and ready to go for today. And, it has been a success. You’ve surprised all your friends with a little something, as a gesture of how much you care about them. The only one left now is Miguel. You briefly wonder why you didn’t just give them to him at the penthouse this morning when the two of you were having breakfast. For some reason it felt right to leave his delivery for last.
You walk through Miguel’s lab, heading straight to his platform, deciding that you’ll wait for him there until he comes back. You take a seat on it and gaze around. Even from here you can hear the sound of rain, which sounds very peaceful. The silence and the pockets of darkness brings you comfort. You can’t help but find it amusing that over time, you’ve spent more and more time in Miguel’s lab. You recall the days when you hardly came in here. Those were days when Jess and Miguel called you in, usually whenever Jess was delivering a report to Miguel about a mission you and others had been on with her, asking you to go since you were her pupil. Now, you’re here every day, and not just once but multiple times throughout. You can easily spend two or three hours here while Miguel and you work on your own thing.
You smile to yourself. Life can really change.
The rain continues to go strong outside. You let it distract your thoughts for a few seconds, which reminds you yet again of a memory. Of a Valentine’s Day with your Peter.
It was the second before last Valentine’s Day you spent with him. It was also a rainy day in your universe. As always, you baked something for Peter since he loved your baking and cooking. You knew you could never go wrong with baked treats since they were his weakness. He, on the other hand, had a few plans up his sleeve. He always did.
You smile at the memory. He had planned a whole evening that included a restaurant reservation, but the day was cold and a rainy one, being February. It started raining at some point in the night and the rain didn’t stop throughout the day. There was so much rain that the restaurant had to cancel dinners due to flooding two hours before your scheduled reservation. It didn’t matter to Peter though. He asked you to get ready regardless, to take your time.
An hour and a half later, there was a knock on your bedroom door from Peter. As if he didn’t live there, or as if you didn’t share that bedroom, but you opened the door regardless with a smile.
And there was Peter, dashing as always. His eyes lit up at the sight of you, as if he hadn’t seen you a million times before, as if he was falling in love with you for the first time all over again.
“So, we had a little change of plans,” he said with a sweet smile. “But rain or no rain, we’re having a romantic dinner.”
“Don’t we always have a romantic dinner?” you asked softly.
“An extra romantic dinner, darling,” he replied, taking your hand and kissing the back of it with one of his hands.
You smile softly now as you remember that evening.
He held your hand and instead of leading you to the dining area, he led you to the small living room section of your apartment. The overhead lights were off. The only light in the area came from lamps and lit candles spread around the space. The scent of food filled the air, a sign that Peter had cooked. Soft music played in the background from Peter’s record player and of course, his choice was a vinyl of romantic songs. You had a feeling that the night would end with a dance in the living room. Your suspicions only grew as you both stepped onto a picnic blanket and found couch pillows placed around so that the two of you could sit comfortably. There was a vase in the middle with flowers and around it were things like linen napkins and utensils, two glasses for drinks, and everything else needed for a dinner.
Then, there was Peter, serving you a drink and dinner with flickering candles all around, soft music in the back as you talked. You remember telling him that his idea was lovely and sweet, that it would be unforgettable. The night did end with a dance, with your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your waist. You even remember the pit pat of rain against your apartment’s windows and how you could see the flash of lightning even through the curtains. You recall what it was like to dance with Peter. It wasn’t the first nor last time. There were times before and times after that night, all in your small apartment, the one that was supposed to be temporary after graduating from college. The two of you talked about moving to a bigger apartment, one that would be comfortable for a family, for children. Neither of you minded your apartment in the moment though.
You still don’t. Even if you’re alone now. Even if Peter has been gone for so many years.
“Happy Valentine’s,” Peter whispered that night as he held you close to his chest. His arms were warm and protectively wrapped around you, your back to his chest.
“Happy Valentine’s,” you say now.
“Happy… Valentine’s.”
You look up as you hear the voice, finding Miguel standing a few feet away from you at last. His gaze meets yours and you notice his head is tilted to the side slightly, watching you curiously. You blink, pulling yourself out of your memory and offer Miguel a small grin, one he returns instantly.
“You keep asking for permission to come into the lab. You don’t have to ask,” Miguel says as he steps closer, breaking the short silence.
“It’s out of respect. Besides, I see the way you get annoyed when members just walk in,” you reply, amused.
Miguel looks down at you with a soft frown, his lips in a small pout as if silently asking, ‘Really?’
“Yes, but -” Miguel pauses and sighs. It’s different. You’re different. You’re not just any member. You’re his friend. His close friend. His… Miguel clears his throat. “You… Are different. You know why.”
Yes, you know why. You’re friends. Close friends. He’s your… “Right, but I still like to ask. Just to make sure.”
Miguel’s frown deepens, he raises an eyebrow almost in annoyance, yet he can never be annoyed with you. Ever. “Right, just to make sure,” he repeats, raising his hands in surrender, giving up and realizing there’s no changing your mind about this. At least not now, Miguel thinks to himself.
“Anyway, I brought you something,” you say, standing up at last from his platform. His crimson eyes immediately fall upon your bag. He’s been too busy thinking about how you always ask for permission to walk into the lab that he failed to see the reusable bag near you. You close the distance between the two of you, stopping just a few feet.
Miguel wonders what exactly you’ve brought him but he doesn’t have to wonder for long when you pull out two small containers, pink and heart-shaped. You hand them to him with a warm smile.
“I baked a few treats for everyone. Happy Valentine’s Day!”
Looking at the small containers, Miguel accepts them. He can’t help but feel a little awestruck for a few seconds. When was the last time someone gave him anything on this day? He hasn’t celebrated in years. It was so long ago.
“I hope you like them. I baked a little special thing for you. It was my first time baking them but I think they turned out well,” you say, bringing Miguel back to the present. “Go on,” you tell him gently, excited to see his reaction to the second box’s contents specifically.
He nods and opens the first one. Heart-shaped brownies in the size of your palm greet his eyes. He can’t help but admire how you arranged them with cute baking parchment paper, going the extra mile to make him and your other friends feel special today. His lips curl into a soft smile and he feels a wave of heat rush to his cheeks. You baked brownies for everyone and you included him. A warmth spreads through his chest at the thought, the realization.
You stare at Miguel, his smile and blush not going unnoticed. The sight makes you smile.
“Thank you,” Miguel says as he keeps looking at them, the amazing smell reaching his nose. He already knows everything you baked will be amazing. It always is. His mouth waters just at the sight.
“Check the other box!”
Miguel grins at you and nods, closing the first book even though he wishes he could go ahead and eat one of the brownies, but your excitement over the other box deters him. He wants to see what has you so happy and anxious for him to see, so he opens the next box. His lips part and eyebrows raise in surprise for a few seconds when he sees the contents before he happily smiles at you.
“You made conchas! Heart-shaped conchas! You… I’ve never seen conchas shaped like this before, not even at the panaderia. When did you even bake them?” Miguel asks, staring at you with amazement before he lifts the box to his face, inhaling the sweet scent of fresh conchas. His mouth waters even more, thinking about how good these will go with a mug of café de olla.
You chuckle softly, pleased with Miguel’s reaction. “Last night. Before you arrived from HQ. The cake and cookies were just a distraction so you wouldn’t see them and the brownies. I wanted to surprise everyone, including you. So, I recruited someone’s help,” you say with a soft shrug of your shoulders, prompting Lyla to appear.
“That would be me,” Lyla says with a soft grin, arms crossed over her chest. “I had to keep you busy, Miguel.”
Miguel scoffs playfully as he realizes and remembers the previous night. “That’s why you kept messing up the anomaly datasheet.”
“And why I kept moving your tabs around,” she replies, which makes Miguel frown for a few seconds.
“That, too. Not appreciated,” he mumbles.
“I had to do what I had to do, to ensure Y/N’s mission was a success, which it was,” Lyla says smiling.
Miguel shakes his head at her but he’s not even slightly upset. Instead, he’s highly amused that you recruited Lyla’s help to keep him occupied at HQ, all to surprise him with these lovely and delicious baked treats. His cheeks feel even more hot now.
“They smell amazing. I’m not even going to lie, my mouth is watering,” Miguel admits quietly as he nods to the conchas. “Thank you.”
“Always,” you reply softly. “I bet… They’d be really good with café de olla.”
Miguel grins. “Is this your subtle way of saying you’d like café de olla?”
You shrug. “I’m just saying, heart-shaped conchas and café de olla sound like a good combination to me. I think, it would be quite an experience. I mean, you’re saying you’ve never seen heart-shaped conchas before so… I was just thinking, you know?”
“Oh, yeah, right.” Miguel gives you a soft smirk before he grabs one of the conchas. You can’t help but notice how small it looks in his hand as he holds it up, as if showing it to you. “You were just thinking,” he says, still smirking, raising his eyebrow as he looks at you.
“It’s just a thought,” you reply, smiling softly. “Something to think about.”
“Definitely something to think about… which means you have more at home, yes?”
“There might be more conchas at the penthouse, yes.”
“I see,” he replies. “I guess cafeteria coffee will do for now.”
You tilt your head to the side in curiosity. “For now?”
“There might be café de olla in the evening.”
“I see,” you reply with a smile.
“I hear it might be quite an experience.”
“I have to agree with whoever said that,” you say.
“You know, I do, too,” Miguel responds, still smirking softly at you.
Lyla hovers between the two of you, glancing from you to Miguel. “Great, so there’s gonna be conchas and café de olla,” she says.
You both turn to look at her. Right, Lyla is there.
“I’ll go get some coffee,” Miguel says as he places the concha back in the box, making sure to close it correctly.
“Alright. I’m going to go ahead and start on the report. There’s still so much to do,” you reply heading to the desk you always work on, the one that Miguel set up for you many months ago once you started helping him with the weekly reports.
“Sounds good. I’ll be back,” Miguel responds, placing his baked treats on his platform.
“Don’t worry Miguel, I’ll look after them,” Lyla jokes seeing how careful he has been with the boxes, as if they are precious to him. The teasing tone makes Miguel frown but he doesn’t respond as he heads out of the lab to grab coffee for the two of you.
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You sit in Miguel’s living room many hours later. The time on your tablet reads 7:16pm. Lamps lit up his space and the fireplace is on, warming the entire penthouse. Soft music coming from Miguel’s record player, the one you gifted him for Christmas several weeks ago, plays in the background.
You sit on one of the couches, a blanket over your legs as you work on the report from your tablet, the same one that Miguel gifted you for Christmas. You sit alone now since Miguel excused himself about twenty-five minutes ago, saying he needed to get something done. You didn’t ask what he had to do, not wanting to intrude on his privacy. You told him that you’d be in the living room. You only realized he was in the kitchen because you heard the opening and closing of drawers, but other than that, you have no idea what Miguel has been up to. Besides, you’ve been caught up working on the report, trying to finish it so it’s ready for scheduled meetings later this week.
You move your pen around your tablet’s screen, fixing something with a frown. Your concentration comes to a halt as a shadow covers the lighting. You look up, only to find Miguel carrying a tray that he sets on the console table that’s placed between the two long couches. It doesn’t take long before the lovely scent reaches you. Café de olla.
You glance at Miguel as soon as you recognize the scent, his crimson eyes meet yours and there’s a soft smile on his face.
“How about a break from the report?” he asks, taking a seat on the floor, clad in his lounge clothes.
You smile softly and nod, quickly placing the tablet away and joining him on the floor. It’s then that you see everything that’s on the tray.
He sets out the mugs with the hot and rich liquid, careful not to burn himself or you. He places three dessert plates out. One with brownies, another with conchas, and finally one with bimbuñuelos, a sugary pastry similar to the buñuelos you’ve had before, his personal addition to the sweets. You realize he bought them earlier when he arrived with a pastry box an hour later after you. You smile softly as you look at the sweets, finding it cute that everything is heart-shaped.
“So, there was café de olla,” you say, looking at him, still smiling.
“And there were more conchas,” Miguel replies as he hands you a clean plate to eat, smiling.
You chuckle softly before the two of you dig in, savoring the freshly made coffee and baked sweets in his dimly lit living room. Outside, Nueva York continues to have rain. Flashes of white lit up the sky every now and then due to lightning.
The two of you engage in conversation as you eat, enjoying each other’s company. And while you reply to something he said, a brief thought crosses his mind. This has turned out to be “quite an experience” as you said, but it isn’t because of café de olla or even the delicious heart-shaped conchas you baked that make him want to sigh in delight with each bite he takes. No, this evening has been “quite an experience” because of you alone. His close friend. His best…
Miguel grins at you as he focuses on your response, always wishing to give you his full attention, before he replies, continuing the conversation.
You take a drink from your mug, noticing a gentle but sudden flush on Miguel’s cheeks. Your gaze flickers to the fireplace for a second, unbeknownst to you that a certain realization of Miguel’s is the true culprit for the rosiness that now cover his cheeks.
♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡ Translation for Spanish words: Conchas - Mexican pan dulce, pastry; word translates to "seashell" because the pastry is kind of shaped like one Panaderia - bakery Café de olla - coffee made in a pot Bimbuñuelos - fried dough sprinkled with sugar; similar to buñuelos Buñuelos - fried dough fritter: typically a Christmas dessert _____ A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! Miguel got me giggling and kicking my feet here! Why is he not real? Anyway, I had this little idea earlier in January and then @heyohalie asked me a while back how reader and Miguel from "Nonviolent Communication" would celebrate Valentine's (if they even did celebrate, since they're currently just friends), and I decided I needed to write it! So, here it is :) Thank you for reading this far and I hope you enjoyed it!!
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sugarsfics · 9 months
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Eddie My Love
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Trope: Virgin!Eddie x reader 
Warning: 18+ please, cussing, making out, kissing, some touching, use of y/n, talks of fighting, bullying and pda. 
Word count: 3.0k 
Summary: Eddie is laying in bed thinking about your relationship with the way it started, how it was and how it is going to move forward. 
A/N: PLEASE READ Hiiiii so this is based on my Virgin!Eddie headcannons here. So, this one shot goes from past to present the present is in bold and the past is not italicized, means it is their thoughts. Thank you and enjoy:) 
Ah Eddie thought dreamily he stared at you while you slept today was the day, he was going to ask you to be his wife. He caressed your cheek you made a little whimper sound a scooted closer to him then sighed of contentment. His heart fluttered and brought you closer, if that was even possible. He started to think about how he came to this point in his life how you chose him. 
Eddie was on “babysitting duty” at the arcade with the younger members of the Hellfire club, he would normally saw no to taking them anywhere, but you worked there. He has had the biggest crush on you since he moved to Hawkins in 6th grade. Your beauty took his breath away, you were the one who would pick him up after a fight, in 78’ you punch said bully. He would watch you from afar because he was already branded for the moment he stepped into the town. Every parent knew about his dad they all grimaced at the name Munson so when they heard he was moving back into town with his son the word got around quickly. Their kids would hear their conversations during play-dates or when going to the store with their moms so when role call came that warm Monday morning “Eddie Munson” all kids turn to see who see the face was they should avoid. Eddie was very observed when it came to lunch the kids would cover up the open spots he heard the whispers, it went like this for every school he went to, why did he think Hawkins would be different. 
Even years later, finally senior year, you were a sight for sore eyes “Would you stop being a creep” Erica said “I am not being a-a creep” Eddie said with a voice crack “You always stare at her whenever we are here just go talk to her” “What I can’t just go an-” “Y/N-“ Erica screamed but was quick silenced by Eddie’s hand “Could you not” Eddie whispered she smacked his hand away “Could you not cover my mouth again” an idea popped in her head “Well since you don’t want to talk to her I will just let Josh do the talk” “Josh who is Josh” Eddie asked in a panic “Oh you know Josh Grover he lives across the street from me and would always be outside or ask my mom if he needed any yard work done conventionally would come out when y/n was babysitting me so I think he got an eye for her” she smirked “Please don’t I-I want to talk to her b-but I just can’t” “Why not” “I just can’t” “Come one it’s not that hard to talk to her” “Maybe not for you but me fuck I can’t even get out one word without stuttering and who’s want to date a stuttering freak” he sadly said. The first time he talked to you is when you punched David Green in the face for fighting with Eddie, he couldn’t even say thank you he just sound like a baby learning their “T’s” and he ran away. He was pulled out of his memory when he heard Erica yell “Y/N!!!!”  Eddie did what he does best, he ran. 
If he is being honest with himself your next interaction was a blur, all he remembers was seeing you at the store, then Erica pushing him into you and somehow left with your number. He called you the moment he got home. He thanks whatever god that was on his side that day because not only did he get your number he got a date for the coming Friday. That was the slowest week of his life, every day went longer than the next and didn’t get him started on the day of the date it felt like time was going backwards. But at last, 4:00 came around when he started getting ready, he ran out the door at 4:45, his van roared to life and Judas Priest blasted through his speaker, and he was on his way to you. You both met at the town diner, Eddie insisted on picking you up but you lived passed the diner and didn’t want him the back track, he knew Wayne wouldn’t have approved but he followed your request. He pulled in the parking lot of the diner he didn’t see your car yet, so he double checked myself in his mirror he fluffed his hair, readjusted his pins, he was looking at his teeth when he heard a knock on the window he jumped and was met with your face. He stepped out of the car “h-hey um how long have you been standing there?” he asked “Long enough” you answered with a giggle he faces turn red. You touch his cheek “Don’t be embarrassed it was cute” you told him his whole body grew hot to your touch when you took your hand off to start walking to the door he stood frozen he hover over where your hand was he could still feel the warm softness “Are you coming” you asked breaking him from his haze “Yes coming” Eddie cringe at the memory of how he acted he looked down at your sleepy body how did she stay with that dork he thought. 
You must of really like that dork since you both went on more dates after. On the fourth date, that one was his favorites, you invited him over to your house. He swore he fell in love when you opened the door, you had an apron on your hair up in a bun with a smudge on your cheek “Hey Eddie come on in” he followed you in he looked like one of those cartoons characters floating following your scent with heart eyes. He brought him into your living room “Here sit give me a minute to freshen up” “Ok” he said watching you disappear into the hallway. He looked around and smiled at your baby pictures along the fireplace. About a minute later you came about “Hey sorry about that you ready” he jaw dropped you had a beautiful red dress on “Close your mouth before you catch flies” you said giving him a wink, he shook his head getting out of the trance you put him in “Sorry I-I- It's just that you look so beautiful” “Come on” you laughed “let's eat” He swear that he died at went to heaven after taking the first bite “Wow y/n oh my this is wow” you laughed at his reaction “Why thank you Eddie I tried my best” Dinner was amazing you were both talking about anything and everything you can think of. Once the plates were empty you grabbed them and took them to the kitchen “Wait let me help” Eddie said “No I got it you are guest just sat there and look pretty that shouldn’t be hard for you” you said in a flirtatious way with a wink. Eddie looked down to hide his obvious red face. Gosh my face must have been so red shot my face still gets red to this day when she flirts. You came out a minute later with a cake covered with strawberries “I hope you didn't mind the strawberries they are my favorite” “It looks beautiful y/n” you cut each a slice and served, Eddie took a bite “Gosh you are just a kitchen Goddess wow” this time you blushed “So Eddie I have something I want to tell you” “Yea tell my anything” he said with a mouth full of cake. You wipe the frosting from his cheek and said “Eddie I really really like you our dates have been amazing so I wanted to know if you wanted to be together like my boyfriend” Eddie’s world stopped you the girl of his dreams wants to be with him “Yes!” he cleared his throat “I mean yea yes would love that”  
The next campaign Eddie ran to Erica and gave her a hug. “Thank you Thank you THANK YOU” “Get off of me you nerd now what are you thanking me for” Erica said in her sassy tone “For pushing me literally into y/n we are together now like I am able to call her my girlfriend” he said excitedly “Well you are welcome” she said patting his back “But if you ever tell anyone that you hugged me I will ruin your life” 
Eddie was beyond excited, even with insults being through at him walking down the halls he had the biggest smile on his face. He finally has a girlfriend; you were his first girlfriend let alone the first girl to talk to him willingly. Eddie was at his locker when he saw you, somehow his smile gotten times bigger you walked up to him and gave him a hug “Hi” you mumbled into his chest, but Eddie was stiff his hand were straight to his side. “Eddie is everything ok” “You hugged me” “Yea sorry I will ask next time I just thought-” “I have never been hugged by a girl before I was just surprised" “Oh” you giggled “Do you want to try again” “Please” he said quickly you wrapped your arms around his waist and he whispered “What do I do now” you whispered “Put your arms around me” he placed his arms around your lower back “I-is this ok” he asked “Yes” after the confirmation Eddie melted into you. Hugging you was now his favorite thing to do. Unfortunately, the bell rang meaning Eddie had to end the hug. “Can I walk you to class? That is what boyfriends do right?” Eddie asked, “Yes you can” You both walked shoulder to shoulder to class you wanted to grab his hand but after the hug he needs time to get used to affection you thought. Eddie had the same thought but a little differently he wanted to grab your hand, but you were in a crowded hallway. Would you want to hold hands with him? In-front of all these people? But you just hugged him? It would be ok right? This time Eddie took the initiative “y/n?” he asked “Yes” “Can I hold your hand” “I thought you never asked” your hand intertwined perfectly like to piece of a puzzle. Your smile matched walking down the hall. 
It has been two months since you and Eddie started dating you have yet to kiss not that Eddie didn’t want to kiss you because God did he want to, but he was scared because you would be his first and he and no clue what to do. It was Saturday and you were at the trailer with him when you brought it up “Eddie?” “Yes princess” “We have been dating for two months already and we haven't kissed do you not want to kiss me?” Eddie’s eye widen “No No I mean yes I mean” he lets out a sigh “I never kissed anyone before and I’m scared to do it wrong” “Oh well don’t worry I could teach you” his ears start turning red “Really” he said shyly “Yes if you want me to” “Yes” he said eagerly “Can we do it now please” he asked. You sat up straight and he mirrored “Ok” you moved closer “Just follow me ok” he nodded. You grabbed his face and brought him closer “I’m going to kiss you now” he gulped and nodded when you pucker your lips, he puckered your lips met and Boom! Firework! You pulled away and Eddie chased after your lips “Wow” “You say that a lot” you giggled “Well because you are so wow” “Can we do it again please” he asked. You pulled his face to yours and kissed Eddie eagerly and opened his mouth, but he opened too big and ended up swallowing your lips. “Oh, my I’m sorry” “Its ok we are practicing did you want to go furthermore tongue?” “Please” he breathed out “Ok let's start” After many bites and awkward lip eating he finally got the hang of kissing and making out. Now look at me I’m a pro he says kissing your sleeping body  
After that teaching, Eddie cannot keep his lips off you. He uses his big brown eyes you love and a “Please” like how you can say no. His leg starts to shake with your lips meet his it’s the cutest thing. 
Over time Eddie got used to the whole dating thing. When you guys first cuddled in it was awkward you laid on his chest and his hands hovered over your body “Do you need help pretty boy” you asked. He blushed at his new nickname and nodded you place his hands where you wanted “Is this ok?” You asked if he couldn’t form words, too many emotions flowing through his body he nodded. During the cuddle his hand accidentally slipped and touched your booty he said sorry almost a thousand times, you had to grab his face and tell him that it was ok. After that he is a cuddle bug whenever his hands go lower, he always asks if its ok.  
“No way” Gareth said “Yep my babe is smoking” Eddie said. He was currently bragging to his friends about how hot your body is. I did this knowing damn well I had yet to see her body let alone see her in a bathing suit I kept my eyes closed while she was changing up till our 4th year of dating. Eddie felt your hands wrap around his waist, the hellfire members laughed watching their big and scary DM melt in a puddle over the slightest touch. “So, y/n are you coming to our gig tonight” Jeff asked “Yes I finally was able to get off work” you said Eddie was beyond excited to have you at his gig. He had been preparing for weeks with the perfect song. The boys were setting up, while Eddie kept on looking at the door “Man relax she is going to be here” Matt said “I know but-” Eddie didn’t get to finish he sentence because you just walked in the door he jumped off the stage running towards you “WHIPPED” Jeff screamed at Eddie he flipped them off before hugging you “Hi baby” he said into your hair “Hey my pretty boy rockstar” Eddie face obviously red already. “I um saved you a spot” he said rubbing the back of his neck “Aw that’s so sweet” “Let me take you” he said grabbing your hand he leads you to a table right front and center “Here you are M’lady” he says in an accent bowing down “Why thank you” he returns back to the stage with a smile on his face, the boys look at him with a knowing look “Shut up” Eddie says before they could say anything. About 10 minutes later their show starts. They begin to play a familiar tune then Eddie voice comes in “You got me runnin baby You give me somethin’ way beyond revenue” My Kinda Lover by Billy Squier one of your favorite songs. The beginning was going get then he looked at you, you looked so pretty sitting there is mind wonder he ended up messing up a few chords he had to look away before anyone noticed. Every time he looked at you either his voice squeaked, or his guitar did. Fuck that was embarrassing he thought but you never said anything you only looked at him with love in your eyes telling him he did amazing every single time. 
One day at lunch you were walking up to their table, Eddie was in a middle of one of his passionate speeches hyping the boys up for the campaign, when you notice there was no seat and Eddie’s lap looked inviting you have been dating for 6 months and been doing a lot of things so what's the harm. So, you sat in his lap, the moment your scent filled his nose and your bottom hit his lap all thoughts left his brain and were filled with you. He started to stutter in his speech the hellfire members smirk as the master was crumbling right in front of their eyes. Out of all the members Dustin was in love with your guy's relationships and Erica but she would never admit it.  
As the one-year mark was approaching Eddie was way more comfortable touching you, he stopped asking to hold your hand but sometimes asks out of habit. Eddie never wants to leave your side he always has a body part touching you.  
Now on your one-year anniversary you had a sleepover at your place. You had snacks galore with all your guy's favorite movies you even bought matching pajamas. The amazing night ended with you and Eddie cuddled up, limbs tangled together in your own love bubble. That was Eddie’s best sleep ever. He woke up early and was able to watch you peacefully sleep protected in his arms. What Eddie didn’t plan for was the night after, he was tossing and turning cuddling into his pillows and blankets, but nothing felt like you. Eddie looks at the clock the time read 1:37 “Fuck it” he put on his shoes and drove to your house. You were woken by Eddie falling through your window “Oh my god Eddie what are you doing” you whisper screamed “I can’t sleep” he said sheepishly. He looked tired and somehow still the cutest thing ever “Come on” you said opening your blanket he happily took off his shoes and jumped in bed with you. He cuddled into you with a sigh “So much better” within 3 minutes baby boy was out like a light.  
Eddie was brought back to reality, feeling you move. “Good morning love” he said kissing your forehead “Good Morning pretty boy” he still blushes at the nick name “Come on get up with got things to do” “I don’t remember planning anything” you told him. He smirks “Hm welp just get ready” “Well what should I wear” “Anything” he kissed your lips “You always look beautiful” he continued. He walked into the kitchen giving you privacy he pulled out the ring in his pocket and admired it “Yep she's the one” he whispered, he heard the door open and quickly hid the ring “You ready” you asked “Always” he said taking your hand leading you out the house knowing when you come back thing will be different for the good.
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US Presidents as Dril Tweets
George Washington: another day volunteering at the betsy ross museum. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the flag. buddy, they wont even let me fuck it
John Adams: "ah boo hoo hoo i want to post Foul comments to content leaders" Fat Chance, Dimwit. I will annihilate you under bulwark of the Law and God.
Thomas Jefferson: Q: If your post was proven by a counsil of wise men to be racist, or bullshit, would you bar it from the record? A: I do not delete my posts
James Madison: (sniffing a crumpled up one dollar bill i found on the floor of a dog kennel) ah.. thats greenbacks baby
James Monroe: for decades i have traversed the unforgiving mountains and rivers of south america, hoping to catch a glimpse of the fabled "ass downloader"
John Quincy Adams: "This Whole Thing Smacks Of Gender," i holler as i overturn my uncle's barbeque grill and turn the 4th of July into the 4th of Shit
Andrew Jackson: handing Faves over to my enemies is FRAUD !! base, contemptible FRAUD!
Martin Van Buren: Food $200
Data $150
Rent $800
Candles $3,600
Utility $150
someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this. my family is dying
William Henry Harrison: (spends all of 7 seconds skimming some blog posts) yep. just as i knew all along. having pnuamonia is good
John Tyler: fuck "jokes". everything i tweet is real. raw insight without the horse shit. no, i will NOT follow trolls. twitter dot com. i live for this
James K. Polk: thhere is no such thing as charisma, and art is fake. the only metrics by which we must determine the worth of a man are Strength and Wisdom
Zachary Taylor: the doctor reveals my blood pressure is 420 over 69. i hoot & holler outta the building while a bunch of losers tell me that im dying
Millard Fillmore: trying to heal..... please donate to my go fund me... $10 will make me less racist... $100 will make me extremely less racist...thank you...
Franklin Pierce: blocked. blocked. blocked. youre all blocked. none of you are free of sin
James Buchanan: #NationalGirlfriendDay please cherish your gal's.. in honor of us, the single Boys who must sacrifice all companionship to #CarryTheBrand...
Abraham Lincoln: unloading an entire belt of ammo at me with a minigun or some such device will now get you "Blocked"
Andrew Johnson: who the fuck is scraeming "LOG OFF" at my house. show yourself, coward. i will never log off
Ulysses S. Grant: i regret being tasked the emotional burden of maintaining the final bastion of morality and Nice manners in this endless ocean of human SHIT
Rutherford B. Hayes: using the toilet when i hear Our national anthem start to play. i do what i must. i stand tall in complete agony; as shit runs down my leg,
James A. Garfield: too much truth in such little time. feeling the heat cominh down to silence me... signing off........ for now
Chester A. Arthur: i WILL wise the fuck up. i WILL super charge my content for 2017. i WILL get blue check mark
Grover Cleveland: the way i see it, people who come on here and submit content that is not up to par, could possibly be considered the "Villains" of this site
Benjamin Harrison: i help every body, im not racist, i keep myself nice, and when i ask for a single re-tweet in return i am told to fuck off, fuck myself, etc
William McKinley: boy oh boy do i love purchasing large amounnts of Fool's Gold. wait a minute... fools gold fucking sucks. this stuff is no good..!! Fuck !!!
Theodore Roosevelt: IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL
William H. Taft: ah.. the perfect Souffle! cant wait to dig in to t(*EVERY PIPE IN MY HOUSE EXPLODES AT THE SAME TIME, COVERING ME IN SHIT AND BOILING WATER*
Woodrow Wilson: the conflicted supersoldier stares over the horizon as he smokes a cigarette. "war is the most fucked up thing ever." he takes a sip of beer
Warren G. Harding: somebody please Bribe me
Calvin Coolidge: aggressively joyless oaf hhere. painfully obnoxious respect demander checkign in. extremely dim witted frowning man looking for pals
Herbert Hoover: it is really quite astonishing that I have yet to win The Lottery, given how good I am at selecting six numbers and saying them out loud
Franklin D. Roosevelt: ive never heard of this “europe” but it sounds like a big bunch of shit to me
Harry Truman: everybody wants to be the guy to write the tweet that solves racism once and for all because it would look good as hell on a resume
Dwight D. Eisenhower: my "F*&k It!! Let's Go Golfin" t-shirt maintains a tenacious stranglehold on my life. after 1,125 days of Golf my body is twisted, deformed
John F. Kennedy: when you do sutuff like... shoot my jaw clean off of my face with a sniper rifle, it mostly reflects poorly on your self
Lyndon B. Johnson: incredibly handsome , charismatic famous boy credited with ending income inequality after saying that slumlords should be called "dumblords"
Richard Nixon: i attribute the complete failure of my brand to the actions of detractors, oor my “trolls”, as it were, as well as my own constant fuckups
Gerald Ford: shutting computer down until the shitty moods & attitudes can fuck off., if you need me ill be on my other computer, sititng 60° to my right
Jimmy Carter: i warnned you all that bad things would happen if you kept letting your wives wear jeans. AND NOW LOOK! the damn gas prices are up again
Ronald Reagan: spend a lot of time thinking about how sometimes even war criminals can be heroes sometimes... Dont like it? Click the unfollow buttobn
George H.W. Bush: just thought off an idea i believe to be bad ass. lets find the address of the leader of isis, and mail him/ her pieces of our SHIT
Bill Clinton: were at the point now, that when i offer to impregnate my girl followers, people assume my motives are sexual. disgusting, grow the fuck up,
George W. Bush: friday night gathering up together a big pile of things i like to respect (flags, crucifixes ,etc) and just roll around in it ,give kisses,
Barack Obama: my IQ has increased 10 points ever since i stopped tollerating people mucking about, on the time line
Donald Trump: THERAPIST: your problem is, that youre perfect, and everyone is jealous of your good posts, and that makes you rightfully upset.
ME: I agree
Joe Biden: I will shut the fuck up , IF , it will restore the Harmony. I will get on my knees like a dog and make that sacrifice, for the sake of Calm
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Judge Dredd: The Complete Case Files Volume 10 GN (June 15, 2008)
trade paperback collecting Judge Dredd stories from 2000 AD anthology magazine [2000 AD prog 479 - The Art of Kenny Who?, Part 3 (July 19, 1986)]
writer(s): John Wagner [AKA T. B. Grover] and Alan Grant | artist [penciller & inker]: Cam Kennedy | letterer: Tom Frame [AKA T. Frame] | editor(s) [original series]: Steve MacManus and Richard Burton | graphic novels editor: Jonathan Oliver | publishing company: Rebellion
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theslay3d · 1 year
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Percy Jackson x reader where the reader dies in Percy’s arms
Percy Jackson x Any camper!reader
Gender:Gender neutral
Warnings: wounds, blood, and death
Word Count:740
A/N so like this is set in the 5th book of Percy Jackson and The Olympians
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It was time. The big battle with Kronos was finally here. So many years leading up to this and still no one was prepared. You could see Percy Jackson running around and a few times you ended up fighting back to back against monsters. 
You've been friends with Percy since his first quest since you went on it with him, Annabeth, Grover. Over the years you've both gained crushes on each other yet both scared to tell each other. You told yourself you would tell him after the battle was over if you survived. 
As of right now you were hiding in an alleyway taking a breath as the monster you just killed knocked the breath out of you. You took another deep breath and got up from where you fell to walk out of the alleyway. 
What you didn't notice was a monster was right beside the opening into the alleyway. It was a dracaenae she quickly took you by surprise and stabbed you with a celestial bronze dagger. You had enough time to use your sword to kill her and she disintegrated immediately. 
The only problem now was the dagger in your stomach. Yes you could probably survive it if you made it to the Apollo kids immediately but you were far away from the building they were in. Plus you were already so tired. What's the point?. 
You slid down one of the walls you were by and winced as you hit the ground. You looked down at the wound and saw blood all over your shirt. You dropped your sword beside you and moved your hands to the dagger to apply pressure. “I probably shouldn't take this out” You thought to yourself even if you were to die from it there's no point in making your death come sooner. 
You didn't notice that Percy was walking towards you till you heard footsteps. You quickly grabbed your sword in case it was a monster but dropped it again as you noticed it was Percy. 
Percy has been looking for you for the past hour. He was still in the middle of battle but just needed to see that you were alright. It has been around two hours since he last saw you. He asked everyone he saw if they were close enough if they had seen you. All of them said no which made him really worried. 
He was going down all the streets to see if you were there and finally saw you near one of the alleyways. You looked hurt so he quickly sped up his pace to get to you faster. He saw you pick up your sword but then drop it once you realized it was him. 
Percy knelt down towards you “What's wrong?” He questioned not noticing the dagger yet. You weakly let go from where you were holding your stomach and he looked down and saw the dagger. His sea green eyes widened at how much blood was on your shirt and hands and quickly placed his own hands on the wound to apply pressure. 
You choked weakly as a little bit of blood poured from your mouth. “N-No you were supposed to be safe” Percy stuttered out as your face grew more pale by the second. You laughed a little and more blood came out. 
“G-Gods I cant b-beleive Im gonna die f-from a stab wound” You mumbled out your vision getting blurry. “You're not gonna die” Percy's hands trembled as he said it. You both knew there would be no saving you. 
You moved one of your hands to Percy's cheek and moved his face to be staring at you. “Listen y-you gotta make sure Annabeth's ok she'll need you even if she doesn't say it” You accepted your death already now Percy had to. His eyes welled up with tears as you said it “N-No please please you cant die not you” 
“And grover make sure he's ok to tell him t-that i know he will succeed ok?” Tears dripped down from both of your faces. A sad smile graced your face as you felt yourself grow weaker. “I-I know i n-never told you but i-i love you jackson” You said as your final breath left you. 
Percy sobbed over your body even after you were dead he never got to tell you that he loved you too or that he needed you and now you were gone.
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ameagrice · 2 years
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Chapter one
It Just Keeps Melting | Percy Jackson x Fem! Reader
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“So…” Grover chuckled nervously as you shoved a stick under your neighbouring team’s bunsen burner to light your own. He jumped as you blew the flame out and crushed it furiously into the science slate. “You’re friends with Percy, huh?”
You turned your eyes to him, the boy with curly hair and a colourful Rasta cap adorning his head. He gulped. “Yeah,” you said nonchalantly, placing your hand at the blue base of the bunsen burner and pushing it under the tripod.
“Cool, cool,” he nodded, too quick to say he was being casual.
You ignored him, tipping in the copper Sulfate and stirring it with a glass pipette.
“So, are you a year-boarder?” His nervous, skittish voice came again, and you side-eyed him, tongue finding your canine in annoyance. His own bright eyes were darting about the place in a bid to avoid your own.
“Yes,” you bit icily. Why was this guy so interested?
“Cool, co—”
“Why?” You quipped, dropping the pipette to the counter and smacking your palm flat on top, jaw clenched. “Why are you so interested? You want to know every inch of my life? Who my parents are; Who my friends are? I’ve got Nancy Bobbofit as an acquaintance; I’d watch your back.”
“Wh-who’s Nancy Bobbofit?” He gulped, practically quivering. Grover was skittish, jumping from foot to foot as he looked around the classroom.
“She throws a mean sucker punch. From experience, I’d say back off quizzing me like you’re a part of Vogue.”
Grover nodded. “Sure! Sorry!”
And for the rest of the class, of which was spent with you feeling a little guilty, neither of you spoke about anything lest it was science or class-related. At the end of chemistry, you put away with the equipment while Grover left your crystals on the window ledge like everyone else, before cleaning up the station. And before you knew it, it was time for math.
It had never been your strong suit, math. The equations and the addition and especially the fractions all sent your mind into a muddled mess of confusion and eventually frustration. Percy, who was a whiz at anything mathematical, was a frequent source of annoyance—simply, all because, he could tackle anything math-related in seconds, and come out victorious.
Which was why you were offering him Jaffa Cakes, leaning with the back of your chair against the table behind, as he flew through a twenty-question answer sheet. The teacher, Mrs. McCabe, had disappeared to next door’s classroom and had been doing so for the whole lesson. Their teacher had apparently gone home early, leaving half the class to do anything but work.
“Jaffa Cake?” You offered with a smile, the sun beaming through the tall windows and lighting up the room and the individuals in it in a soft golden glow. Outside, the bright, full trees swayed with the wind, creating patterns on yours and Percy’s table.
“Sure, B.” He held his hand out to you, still writing with the other, and you dropped one into his palm. He muttered a thank you and began to eat it.
B. The nickname that came from a memory of wearing heels for the first time that winter at a school party. All your friends were wearing wedges or heels, and you needed to, too. You couldn’t be the odd one out. And besides, the black, five-inch wedges in Forever 21 were practically yelling out your name. You’d splurged on them during a school trip just a few weeks before in the city, encouraged by your friends Mia and Grace. On the upcoming Friday night on the 21st of December, you wore your new hot-pink dress, a black denim jacket, with leggings and your wedges. Mia and Grace had decided to do the same so you were all matching, except Mia wore dark-green and Grace wore bright blue.
You felt incredible. Totally on top of the world, all grown-up and independent. The music was blasting so loud, a mix of Lady Gaga and Rihanna and the Backstreet Boys as they’d had a sudden boom of a comeback, and as you danced your way through the night, high on sherbet sticks of neon-green and orange and yellow, and ate hot dogs from the school’s cafeteria, you all danced in in the dark with different colour spotlights flooding around the room, and you felt amazing.
Until you saw Percy, and slipped on someone’s slippery, ketchup-covered hot dog on the floor.
And fractured your ankle, leaving you with a thick black boot and winter, warm socks.
A week later, as you took all your classes on the ground floor, you met Mr. Brunner, a Latin teacher (who expressed jokingly that you should have taken Latin; it was a good life skill!) who covered your English class. You had to stay behind at the end of the lesson, the end of the day, for detention. You’d had enough of Katie Vatner talking shit about Mia, who cried into her hands beside you at the desk. You decided to take matters into your own hands…
And smacked her on the head with your crutch.
While the class went up in roars of fight! fight! fight!’s and laughter and cheers, Katie ended up finding her feet and screaming at you from the doorway before storming out of the class. Mr. Brunner calmed the class surprisingly well, but now you had three consecutive detentions after Thursday’s last class of the day.
And ever since, Mr. Brunner had been your go-to guy for gossip. But only ever as you were packing up after class.
He was a kind guy, you knew. Usually you could pick up the vibes from somebody and just tell whether or not it was a good idea to talk to them. Mr. Brunner spoke Latin, he dressed up for field days, and offered a kind word and advice if needed. He could have moments of anger when dealing with the wild, naughty kids, and then offer high-fives and jokes when class was going good.
Today, as he covered your history class in a cold room meant for Design & Technology’s Metal Works class, where everything was spotless white and big and cold and open for the light to enter, you decided to slow your packing of your belongings to talk (or talk trash, more like) about Grover.
“He has a Rasta cap, this guy,” you said, after starting with your initial problem. “And he’s really jumpy. And he’s literally stealing Percy from me!”
Mr. Brunner smiled kindly from his wheelchair behind the desk as he graded papers. “People aren’t belongings, you know. Everyone can have the same friend.”
You huffed exasperated. “I know that. I’m not stupid. It’s just that Mia’s transferring this summer to Olderridge in Colorado, and Grace is being boring, and Percy’s my go-to guy, you know! We’ve always been like this!” You held your hand out and crossed your index and middle finger, to show you were close. “And lately Grover’s being too involved and creepy, like asking about me staying here, and how old Percy is.”
“Maybe he’s just trying to make friends. Some people—”
“Why would I want to be friends with him?” You scrunched your nose. “He’s boring. And weird; he wears a Rasta cap.” You flayed your hands and shook your head like the idea of befriending him was barbaric.
Mr. Brunner sighed. “I’m going to be brutally honest here, and say you need to be open to meeting new people, regardless of whether you like them or not. In the world of work—”
“We’re in a school.”
“In all walks of life, then,” he sighed like he was exhausted. “You have to talk to strangers sometimes. Whether you like them or not doesn’t matter.”
You frowned, mouth more to one side than the other. “But he’s weird.”
He sighed again, but smiled gently. “Just talk to him. He might be nicer than you think.”
Walking back to the dorms, you thought over it. Your best friend in the process of being stolen; failing math; your friends moving away. It just keeps melting.
Then, an idea:
You were going to steal your best friend back.
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Chapter Two
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Percy Jackson 2023-24 Live Action
Season One Spoilers under the cut
We finished the Percy Jackson series.
Its very good.
I have a couple of minor objections. And some praises.
1. It did not explain why the step-dad was there in the first place. And if they did, I didn't hear it. It's because he *reeks* of human smell-beer- pizza, unwashed ass. His mother is using him to hide Percy.
2. They didn't explain the press coverage and how that was dealt with either. When Percy fights Ares, that is seen as a kid fighting a kidnapper. The record is set straight then that the problem was never Percy.
3. Lin Manuel Miranda has too much screen time. This is not a scholarly opinion but it is correct. And like. As a dad, he is atleast TRYING compared to some. Damn. Luke what the fuck.
I GUESS it's important for Luke's development. B u t. The delivery cameo, the long ass casino scene. Boo hiss. (I'm not that mad)
4. Bring back Hephaestos. I wanna see his cool park up and working.
5. Lance Reddick passed on last March. How will they handle Zeus in future seasons? Will they use the "gods can take many forms" idea?
6. I need season 2 to open up with Grover running through Key West in the rain in the middle of the night.
7. I enjoyed Annabeth's hair. They handled her braids well and it looks like they had a stylist to twist the roots of her braids so the new growth wasn't obvious, bc in the time frame of the season knotless braids wouldnt grow out as much as they will over filming, and they'll give away what order things were filmed in. I was looking. Closely. I need to see more dedication like that to black characters.
8. Medusa is SO well designed. I thought she was stunning and charismatic.
9. Percy himself had that perfect, natural mischievous grin to his face as described in the books. I think he was very well casted. I liked that he was still obviously a kid, but doing his best to be brave.
10. I think his mom is really pretty.
11. I am looking forward to Tyson.
12. Season 2 pls I am begging gib gib gib gib
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I see Grover’s kid being a girl, with Curly hair and glasses like her dad.
your so right OMGG funny enough, besides a fanfic i was requested a bit ago (unsure if you are the same anon or not ) i was working on the lil shop of horrors au! just some design concepts 4 now! b u t after thats all done id wanna do something with this idea too :)
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Matilda Sissieretta Joyner Jones, known as Sissieretta Jones, (January 5, 1868 or 1869[1] – June 24, 1933[2]) was an African-American soprano. She sometimes was called “The Black Patti” in reference to Italian opera singerAdelina Patti. Jones’ repertoire included grand opera, light opera, and popular music.[3]
Matilda Sissieretta Joyner was born in Portsmouth, Virginia, United States, to Jeremiah Malachi Joyner, an African Methodist Episcopal minister, and Henrietta Beale.[2] By 1876 her family moved to Providence, Rhode Island,[4]where she began singing at an early age in her father’s Pond Street Baptist Church.[2]
In 1883, Joyner began the formal study of music at the Providence Academy of Music. The same year she married David Richard Jones, a news dealer and hotel bellman. In the late 1880s, Jones was accepted at the New England Conservatory of Music.[1] On October 29, 1885, Jones gave a solo performance in Providence as an opening act to a production of Richard IIIput on by John A. Arneaux‘s theatre troupe.[5] In 1887, she performed at Boston’s Music Hall before an audience of 5,000.[2]
Jones made her New York debut on April 5, 1888, at Steinway Hall.[1] During a performance at Wallack’s Theater in New York, Jones came to the attention of Adelina Patti’s manager, who recommended that Jones tour the West Indies with the Fisk Jubilee Singers.[2] Jones made successful tours of the Caribbean in 1888 and 1892.[1]
In February 1892, Jones performed at the White House for PresidentBenjamin Harrison.[2] She eventually sang for four consecutive presidents — Harrison, Grover Cleveland, William McKinley, and Theodore Roosevelt— and the British royal family.[1][2][3]
Jones performed at the Grand Negro Jubilee at New York’s Madison Square Garden in April 1892 before an audience of 75,000. She sang the song “Swanee River” and selections from La traviata.[3] She was so popular that she was invited to perform at the Pittsburgh Exposition (1892) and the World’s Columbian Exposition in Chicago (1893).[4]
In June 1892, Jones became the first African-American to sing at the Music Hall in New York (renamed Carnegie Hall the following year).[1][7] Among the selections in her program were Charles Gounod‘s “Ave Maria” and Giuseppe Verdi‘s “Sempre libera” (from La traviata).[1] The New York Echowrote of her performance at the Music Hall: “If Mme Jones is not the equal of Adelina Patti, she at least can come nearer it than anything the American public has heard. Her notes are as clear as a mockingbird’s and her annunciation perfect.”[1] On June 8, 1892, her career elevated beyond primary ethnic communities, and was furthered when she received a contract, with the possibility of a two-year extension, for $150 per week (plus expenses) with Mayor James B. Pond, who had meaningful affiliations to many authors and musicians.[8] The company Troubadours made an important statement about the capabilities of black performers, that besides minstrelsy, there were other areas of genre and style.[8]
In 1893, Jones met composer Antonín Dvořák, and in January 1894 she performed parts of his Symphony No. 9 at Madison Square Garden. Dvořák wrote a solo part for Jones.[1]
Jones met with international success. Besides the United States and the West Indies, Jones toured in South America, Australia, India, and southern Africa.[1] During a European tour in 1895 and 1896, Jones performed in London, Paris, Berlin, Cologne, Munich, Milan, and Saint Petersburg.[9]
In 1896, Jones returned to Providence to care for her mother, who had become ill.[1] Jones found that access to most American classical concert halls was limited by racism. She formed the Black Patti Troubadours (later renamed the Black Patti Musical Comedy Company), a musical and acrobatic act made up of 40 jugglers, comedians, dancers and a chorus of 40 trained singers.[2] The Indianapolis Freeman reviewed the “Black Patti Troubadours” with the following: “The rendition which she and the entire company give of this reportorial opera selection is said to be incomparably grand. Not only is the solo singing of the highest order, but the choruses are rendered with a spirit and musical finish which never fail to excite genuine enthusiasm.[10]
The revue paired Jones with rising vaudeville composers Bob Cole and Billy Johnson. The show consisted of a musical skit, followed by a series of short songs and acrobatic performances. During the final third of each show, Jones performed arias and operatic excerpts.[9] The revue provided Jones with a comfortable income, reportedly in excess of $20,000 per year. She led the company with reassurance of a forty-week season that would give her a sustainable income, guaranteed lodging in a well-appointed and stylish Pullman car, and the ability to sing opera and operetta excerpts in the final section of the show.[8] This allowed Jones to be the highest paid African American performer of her time.[8] Jones sung passionately and pursued her career choice of opera and different repertory regardless to her lack of audience attendance.[8] For more than two decades, Jones remained the star of the Famous Troubadours, while they graciously toured every season and established their popularity in the principal cities of the United States and Canada.[11] Although their eventual fame and international tours collected many audiences, they began with a “free-for-all” variety production with plenty of “low” comedy, song and dance, and no pretense of a coherent story line.[12]
Several members of the troupe, such as Bert Williams, went on to become famous.[1] April 1908, at the Avenue Theatre in Louisville, Kentucky, an audience made up mostly of whites (segregated seating was still prevalent), accepted Madam ‘Patti’ after singing ‘My Old Kentucky Home’ with much respect and admiration, and marked “the first time that a colored performer received a bouquet at the theatre in this city”.[12] For almost ten years, racial segregation had kept Jones from the mainstream opera platform, but by singing selections from operas within the context of a hard-traveling minstrel and variety show, she was still able to utilize her gifted voice, that people of all races loved.[12] The Black Patti Troubadours reveled in vernacular music and dance.[12]
Jones retired from performing in 1915 because her mother fell ill, so she moved back to Rhode Island to take care of her. For more than two decades, Jones remained the star of the Famous Troubadours, while they graciously toured every season and established their popularity in the principal cities of the United States and Canada.[12] She devoted the remainder of her life to her church and to caring for her mother. Jones was forced to sell most of her property to survive.[1][2] She died in poverty on June 24, 1933 from cancer. She is buried in her hometown at Grace Church Cemetery.[2]
In 2013 Jones was inducted into the Rhode Island Music Hall of Fame.[13]
Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matilda_Sissieretta_Joyner_Jones
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Interesting Papers for Week 7, 2023
Dynamics of Temporal Integration in the Lateral Geniculate Nucleus. Alexander, P. C., Alitto, H. J., Fisher, T. G., Rathbun, D. L., Weyand, T. G., & Usrey, W. M. (2022). eNeuro, 9(4).
Degenerate boundaries for multiple-alternative decisions. Baker, S.-A., Griffith, T., & Lepora, N. F. (2022). Nature Communications, 13, 5066.
Behaviorally relevant decision coding in primary somatosensory cortex neurons. Buetfering, C., Zhang, Z., Pitsiani, M., Smallridge, J., Boven, E., McElligott, S., & Häusser, M. (2022). Nature Neuroscience, 25(9), 1225–1236.
Attention rhythmically samples multi-feature objects in working memory. Chota, S., Leto, C., van Zantwijk, L., & Van der Stigchel, S. (2022). Scientific Reports, 12, 14703.
A neural correlate of perceptual segmentation in macaque middle temporal cortical area. Clark, A. M., & Bradley, D. C. (2022). Nature Communications, 13, 4967.
People adaptively use information to improve their internal states and external outcomes. Cogliati Dezza, I., Maher, C., & Sharot, T. (2022). Cognition, 228, 105224.
The dorsal hippocampus’ role in context-based timing in rodents. De Corte, B. J., Farley, S. J., Heslin, K. A., Parker, K. L., & Freeman, J. H. (2022). Neurobiology of Learning and Memory, 194, 107673.
Human perceptual and metacognitive decision-making rely on distinct brain networks. Di Luzio, P., Tarasi, L., Silvanto, J., Avenanti, A., & Romei, V. (2022). PLOS Biology, 20(8), e3001750.
Parallel processing, hierarchical transformations, and sensorimotor associations along the ‘where’ pathway. Doudlah, R., Chang, T.-Y., Thompson, L. W., Kim, B., Sunkara, A., & Rosenberg, A. (2022). eLife, 11, e78712.
Small, correlated changes in synaptic connectivity may facilitate rapid motor learning. Feulner, B., Perich, M. G., Chowdhury, R. H., Miller, L. E., Gallego, J. A., & Clopath, C. (2022). Nature Communications, 13, 5163.
Biased belief priors versus biased belief updating: Differential correlates of depression and anxiety. Gagne, C., Agai, S., Ramiro, C., Dayan, P., & Bishop, S. (2022). PLOS Computational Biology, 18(8), e1010176.
Dopamine Modulates Adaptive Forgetting in Medial Prefrontal Cortex. Gallo, F. T., Zanoni Saad, M. B., Silva, A., Morici, J. F., Miranda, M., Anderson, M. C., … Bekinschtein, P. (2022). Journal of Neuroscience, 42(34), 6620–6636.
Long-lasting, dissociable improvements in working memory and long-term memory in older adults with repetitive neuromodulation. Grover, S., Wen, W., Viswanathan, V., Gill, C. T., & Reinhart, R. M. G. (2022). Nature Neuroscience, 25(9), 1237–1246.
Superstitious learning of abstract order from random reinforcement. Jin, Y., Jensen, G., Gottlieb, J., & Ferrera, V. (2022). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, 119(35), e2202789119.
The developmental changes in intrinsic and synaptic properties of prefrontal neurons enhance local network activity from the second to the third postnatal weeks in mice. Kalemaki, K., Velli, A., Christodoulou, O., Denaxa, M., Karagogeos, D., & Sidiropoulou, K. (2022). Cerebral Cortex, 32(17), 3633–3650.
A molecularly integrated amygdalo-fronto-striatal network coordinates flexible learning and memory. Li, D. C., Dighe, N. M., Barbee, B. R., Pitts, E. G., Kochoian, B., Blumenthal, S. A., … Gourley, S. L. (2022). Nature Neuroscience, 25(9), 1213–1224.
Learning Spatiotemporal Properties of Hippocampal Place Cells. Lian, Y., & Burkitt, A. N. (2022). eNeuro, 9(4).
Mutual interaction between visual homeostatic plasticity and sleep in adult humans. Menicucci, D., Lunghi, C., Zaccaro, A., Morrone, M. C., & Gemignani, A. (2022). eLife, 11, e70633.
Natural switches in behaviour rapidly modulate hippocampal coding. Sarel, A., Palgi, S., Blum, D., Aljadeff, J., Las, L., & Ulanovsky, N. (2022). Nature, 609(7925), 119–127.
Understanding the structure of cognitive noise. Zhu, J.-Q., León-Villagrá, P., Chater, N., & Sanborn, A. N. (2022). PLOS Computational Biology, 18(8), e1010312.
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“Fantine or the Fate of a Grizette”
I already thought this New York Clipper article, which describes a 1863 adaptation of Les Misérables at Grover’s Theatre, was cool because I love the list of principal characters. (Blancheville gets to sing a song? Marguerite is included!) But then I got to the last part, where they mention that it has music by Charles Koppitz! And realized that this is the production which David Bellos discussed at BarricadesCon! (Actually the title of the play could have tipped me off to that but it didn’t). The score can be found here. An interesting little piece of history. But by no means unique. Well, this production might have been uniquely good by the sounds of it, but there were quite a few adaptations of Les Misérables being put on around the United States in 1862 and 1863. The earliest I have found (so far) was October 1862, in Marysville California with J. B. Booth Jr. (brother of John Wilkes Booth) as one of the principal actors (I wish I had more to say on that but so far I just have a one sentence mention of it in one newspaper). And you’ll notice that in this article, they say “still another” play “has come to light since our last.” That’s because this article is from January 31st 1863, but on January 17th they had reported a different production of Les Miserables entirely that was also being put on. And the next month there would be at least two other productions put on in the area, reported on by the same paper (one of which was notably long, only ending at one in the morning and later being cut down so that it ended at 11).         (This article was in that super dense no paragraph break style of newspapers of the time so I have broken it up considerably for readability). 
And still another dramatization of “Les Miserables” has come to light since our last. This last is the production of Mr. Albert Cassedy, of Washington, D.C., and was presented for the first time at Grover’s Theatre, on the 19th inst., continuing through the week. Mr. Cassedy calls his work “Fantine, or the Fate of a Grizette.” The cast embraces the entire company, and as our friends may like to see the distribution of characters, we give it, as follows: — Fantine, Kate Denin  Jean Valjean, Father Madelaine, M. Madeleine, Mayor, Charles Barron Bishop of Myriel, Ben Rogers Javert, M. H. Bokee Tholomyes, D. Setchell Blackeville [sic] (with a song), J. L. Barrett  Scaufflaire, Harry Clifford  Fauchelevent, H. McDolanld Little Gervais (with a song), Sophie Gimber Prosecuting Attorney, Alonzo Read Host of the Inn, M.A. Kennedy Champmathieu, T. M. Wemyss Brevet, J. V. Daily Listolier, E. S. Tarr Favorite (with a song), Viola Crocker Madame Magloire, Mrs G. O. Germon Sister Simplice, Isabella Freeman Baptistine, Addie Anderson Marguerite, Fanny Ryan Dahlia, Ada Monk Zephine, Flora Lee Cosette, Little Katy Madame Victurnien, Minnie Monk Madame Thenardier, Jennie Monk Extra pains were taken to give due effect to this great work, and the full resources of the establishment were called in, to place the play in a proper manner before the public. New music was arranged by Koppitz, the “Nightingale;” and fresh scenery and skilful effects introduced. The last scene is said to be a gem; it is an allegorical tableau, representing the finding of Cosette by Jean Valjean, and the Apotheosis of Fantine. 
Here is a review from the Washington DC Evening Star, 20 January 1863 
Mr. Cassedy’s dramatization from “Fantine,” drew an immense house last night. The author has certainly been very happy in his adaptation, and having a company from which to cast his characters, whereon he could depend, the success of the piece was hardly to be wondered at. Mr. Cassedy has in a very felicitous manner woven into the representation every prominent feature in the book, and he has performed the difficult task of giving a somewhat prominent part to each of some thirty performers. If Mr. Barron could be induced to dispense with some of his spasmodic actions and fifth-rate melodramatic rant in the part of Jean Valjean, it would be all the better for the play. “Fantine” will be performed again tonight. 
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Favorite Fictional Characters A-Z
A - Aurora from Sleeping Beauty
B - Big Bird from Sesame Street
C - Clark Kent from DC comics
D - Donald Duck from Disney
E - Edward from Edward Scissorhands
F - Figaro from Pinocchio
G - Grover from Sesame Street
H - Hermione Granger from Harry Potter
I - Ichigo Kurosaki from Bleach
J - Jane Porter from Tarzan
K - Katara from the Avatar: The Last Airbender
L - Lois Lane from DC comics
M - Maleficent from Disney
N - Ned Stark from Game of Thrones
O - Obi Wan Kenobi from Star Wars
P - Pegasus from Disney/Greek mythology
Q - Quirinus Quirrell from Harry Potter
R - Radish Spirit from Spirited Away
S - Sophie Hatter from Howl’s Moving Castle
T - Tom Riddle from Harry Potter
U - Usui from Maid Sama
V - Vash the Stampede from Trigun
W - Wolverine from Marvel comics
X - Xenmas from Kingdom Hearts
Y- Yzma from The Emperor’s New Groove
Z- Zuko from the Avatar: the Last Airbender
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Musicals Put On By Night Raven College
Drama Teacher: Ratton (OC based off of Ratigan from the Great Mouse Detective):
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(The first names are the singers, the second names are their dance partners as creative liberties for this musical playing Henry VIII or just the men mentioned in the songs).
Catherine of Aragon - Vil + Juna (1/8 MCs).
Anne Boelyn - Jinsuke (7/8 MCs) + Silver
Jane Seymour - Lilia + Idia
Anne of Cleeves - Riddle + Floyd
Katherine Howard - Norito (5/8 MCs) + Sebek
Catherine Parr - Rinsay (2/8 MCs) + Rook
Heathers:
Veronica - Rinsay (2/8 MCs)
J. D. - Rook
Heather Chandler - Vil
Heather Duke - Jinsuke (7/8 MCs)
Heather McNamara - Cater
Ram - Ace
Kurt - Deuce
Ram’s Dad - Trey
Kurt’s Dad - Arthur (An oc, big brother of Riddle)
Martha Dunnstock - Kalim
Ms. Fleming - Epel (imagine him saying “And Steve, I’m ending our affair” in his actual voice).
Sweeney Todd the Demon Barber of Fleet Street:
Sweeney Todd - Malleus
Mrs. Lovett - Isara (8/8 MCs)
Anthony Hope - Silver
Johanna - Jinsuke (7/8 MCs)
Judge Turpin - Leona
Beadle - Ruggie
Toby - Ortho
Pirelli - Floyd
‘Old Woman’ / Lucy - Vil
Les Misérables:
Valjean - Dante (oc based off of Drizella; Prof. Trien’s oldest child)
Javert - Sebek
Fantine - Vil
Child / Adult Cosette - Epel
Monsieur Thénardier - Floyd
Madame Thénardier - Jinsuke (7/8 MCs)
Éponine - Cater
Gavroche - Ortho
Enjolras - Ace
Grantaire - Deuce
Marius - Hiraku (3/8 MCs)
Courfeyrac - Rook
Combeferre - Trey
Joly - Pippa (strong oc based off of Panic from Hercules)
Bahorel - Jack
Feuilly - Ruggie
Bossuet - Isara (8/8 mcs)
Jehan - Riddle
The Forman - Althea (oc based off of Pain)
The Bishop - Kalim
Hamilton:
Alexander Hamilton - Ace
Aaron Burr - Leona
George Washington - Malleus
Thomas Jefferson - Arthur (oc; Riddle’s older brother)
James Madison - Azul
John Laurens - Deuce
Hercules Mulligan - Dante (OC based off of Drizella)
Marquis de Lafayette - Rook
Angelica Schuyler - Vil
Eliza Schuyler - Anteros (OC based off of Meg from Hercules)
Peggy Schuyler - Polkus (OC based off of Iago from Aladdin)
Philip Hamilton - Ruggie
King George III - Floyd
Samuel Seabury - Pippa (Panic from Hercules)
Charles Lee - Kalim
George 1 Eaker - Jack
Maria Reynolds - Norito (5/8 mcs)
James Reynolds - Jamil
Hadestown:
Orpheus - Hiraku (3/8 mcs)
Eurydice - Epel
Hermes - Ace
Hades - Idia
Persephone - Lilia
Fate 1 - Kiza (6/8 mcs)
Fate 2 - Norito (5/8 mcs)
Fate 3 - Rinsay (2/8 mcs)
Beetlejuice:
Beetlejuice - Floyd
Lydia - Norito (5/8 mcs)
Lydia’s Dad - Juna (1/8 mcs)
Lydia’s Step Mother, Delia - Vil
Barbara - Cater
Barbara’s Husband, Adam - Trey
The Landlord - Azul
The Dead Woman, Ms. Argentina - Jinsuke (7/8 mcs)
Girl Scout, Sky - Ortho
Below is where my fiancé and I don’t have any ideas but if you guys do, they will be appreciated! ☺️🫰
Dear Evan Hansen:
Evan Hansen -
Evan’s Mom -
Connor -
Connor’s Sister -
Connor’s Mother -
Connor’s Father -
Evan’s Friend -
Be More Chill:
Jeremy - Idia
Michael -
Christine -
Rich -
Jake -
Popular Girl 1 -
Popular Girl 2 -
Popular Girl 3 -
The S.q.u.i.b -
The Greatest Showman:
B. T. Barnum -
B. T. Barnum’s Wife -
B. T. Barnum’s Children -
The Right Hand Man -
The Acrobat -
The Bearded Lady -
The Opera Singer -
Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief Part 1:
Percy -
Percy’s Mom -
Grover -
Annabeth -
Luke -
Clarice -
Chiron -
Dionysus -
Ares -
Poseidon -
Hades - Idia
Zeus -
Hermes -
Chronos -
Alecto -
Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog:
Dr. Horrible - Idia
Penny - Lilia
In The Heights:
Usnavy -
Vanessa -
Sonny -
Nina -
Benny -
Nina’s Mom -
Nina’s Dad -
Abuela Claudia -
Hairdresser Woman -
Teenage Girl -
1776:
John Adams -
Benjamin Franklin -
Richard Henry Lee -
John Dickinson -
James Wilson -
Edward Rutledge -
John Hancock -
Charles Thomson -
Robert Livingston -
Roger Sherman -
Dr. Lyman Hall -
Reverend John Witherspoon -
Lewis Morris -
Stephen Hopkins -
Andrew McNair -
Charley McNair -
Billy Hartford -
Abigail Adams -
Martha Jefferson -
The Book of Mormon:
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My US Voting Record:
I made this with the help of wikipedia, google and posts like voting guides which I found online.
Note: I would have been a Monarchist during the Revolutionary War, but I'd probably still vote if living in America (No matter how displeased the revolution made me, I'd probably still always be willing to vote). But to show my dissatisfaction, every vote until 1824 is a protest vote:
1788: Nobody (I refuse to vote for George Washington). Maybe a write in protest vote for King George III?
1792: Nobody (I refuse to vote for George Washington). Maybe a write in protest vote for King George III?
1796: Maybe a write in protest vote for King George III?
1800: Maybe a write in protest vote for King George III?
1804: Maybe a write in protest vote for King George III?
1808: Maybe a write in protest vote for King George III?
1812: Protest Vote for King George III (I can't vote for anyone after the War of 1812 got started)
1816: Protest Vote for King George III (again, I don't know if I'd be able to forgive anyone after the War of 1812)
1820: Protest Vote for King George IV (I can't support Monroe after he helped fight 1812 against Canada and the British).
1824: Henry Clay/Nathan Sanford
1824 Contingent: John Quincy Adams
1828: John Quincy Adams/Richard Rush
1832: Henry Clay/John Sergeant
1836: Daniel Webster/Francis Granger or William Henry Harrison/Francis Granger
1840: William Henry Harrison/John Tyler
1844: Henry Clay/Theodore Frelinghuysen
1848: Martin Van Buren/Charles F. Adams
1852: John P. Hale/George W. Julian
1856: John C. Frémont/William L. Dayton
1860: Abraham Lincoln/Hannibal Hamlin
1864: Abraham Lincoln/Andrew Johnson
1868: Ulysses S. Grant/Schuyler Colfax
1872: Horace Greeley/Benjamin Gratz Brown
1876: Samuel Tilden/Thomas A. Hendricks
1880: James A. Garfield/Chester A. Arthur
1884: Grover Cleveland/Thomas A. Hendricks
1888: Benjamin Harrison/Levi P. Morton
1892: James B. Weaver/James G. Field
1896: William Jennings Bryan/Thomas E. Watson
1900: William Jennings Bryan/Adlai Stevenson I
1904: Eugene V. Debs/Benjamin Hanford
1908: William Jennings Bryan/John Kern
1912: Eugene V. Debs/Emil Seidel
1916: Allan L. Benson/George R. Kirkpatrick
1920: Eugene V. Debs/Seymour Stedman
1924: Robert M. LaFollette/Burton K. Wheeler
1928: Al Smith/Joseph T. Robinson (although Herbert Hoover and Charles Curtis aren't bad either. I might've been a prohibitionist then, considering I hate the taste of alcohol. But Smith opposed lynching. So he gets my vote).
1932: Norman Thomas/James H. Maurer
1936: Norman Thomas/George A. Nelson
1940: Norman Thomas/Maynard Krueger
1944: Norman Thomas/Darlington Hoopes
1948: Henry A. Wallace/Glen H. Taylor
1952: Adlai Stevenson II/John Sparkman
1956: Adlai Stevenson II/Estes Kefauver
1960: Richard Nixon/Henry Cabot Lodge Jr. (Solely because I hate JFK)
1964: Lyndon B. Johnson/Hubert Humphrey
1968: Hubert Humphrey/Edmund Muskie
1972: George McGovern/Sargent Shriver (although I still really like Thomas Eagleton as VP)
1976: Gerald Ford/Bob Dole
1980: Jimmy Carter/Walter Mondale
1984: Walter Mondale/Geraldine Ferraro
1988: Willa Kenoyer/Ron Ehrenreich (I hear Michael Dukakis went to high school with the guy who founded the Judge Rotenberg Centre, which is a terrible place. So I can't vote for Dukakis. Can't take a chance on him with that history).
1992: Ross Perot/James Stockdale
1996: Ross Perot/Pat Choate
2000: Ralph Nader/Winona Laduke
2004: Ralph Nader/Peter Camejo
2008: Ralph Nader/Matt Gonzalez
2012: Barack Obama/Joe Biden (Beginning in 2012, I'd probably start voting for Democrats more often because I felt I had no choice. But I'm still a bit unhappy with them. Haven't been since 1988 or 1992).
2016: Gloria La Riva/Eugene Puryear
2020: Joe Biden/Kamala Harris (My heart says Howie Hawkins/Angela Walker, however).
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Judge Dredd Classics: The Dark Judges HC/TPB (September 9, 2015)
Hardcover and trade paperback collecting five IDW’s Judge Dredd Classics: The Dark Judges issue mini-series which reprinting classic black-and-white Dark Judges stories from the anthology magazine 2000 AD [2000 AD prog 227 - Judge Death Lives, Part 4 (August 29, 1981)]
writer: John Wagner [AKA T. B. Grover] | artist [penciller & inker]: Brian Bolland | colorist: Charlie Kirchoff | letters: Tom Frame | IDW editor: Denton J. Tipton | collection editor(s): Justin Eisinger and Alonzo Simon | production assistance: Shawn Lee | publishing company(s): IDW Publishing and Rebellion
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