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Call me Satan, darling. Part 6

Rating: T

Parings: New Zealand/Tonga (Hetalia)

Characters: New Zealand, Tonga, Philippines, Finland, Denmark, others mentioned

Variation: Demon/Human AU

Summary: When Kainga, an exchange student from Tonga, travels to New Zealand for his studies, he expects all to go well. It does. All except getting hit by a car by Satan himself, who also happens to be his seductive roommate. Kainga finds himself slowly falling for the devil after his declaration of love. Because nothing truly says ‘I love you’ more than being run off the road by a rusty old Ute. Also available on AO3 and WATTPAD!

Contents: [Chapter 1]

[Chapter 2]

[Chapter 3]

[Chapter 4]

[Chapter 5]

[Chapter 6]

[Chapter 7]

[Chapter 8]

[Chapter 9]

[[Slight NSFW warning for this chapter at the end! It's fairly quick and adds literally nothing so feel free to skip.]]

AN: Hello friends! We're more than half-way through this fic! (Give or take a few chapters I'm sure sure how much I want to write ;v;) This is my biggest fic yet so thank you to all you wonderful readers enjoying my work. I plan to have another fic and make this a series but I'll see how much willpower and time I have to do that. But I have some ideas I'd really like to expand on and maybe a bit of lore for this au!!! I'll leave it open, my sleep schedule is practically non-existent anyways. qwq

This is where the story starts to get on track a little. Apologies if it's been a little slow running up until now. Thank you for having patience with me!! uvu;

Some extra characters in this chapter! Here are their names incase anyone gets confused!

Densen - Denmark Piri - Philippines Tino - Finland And of course James - New Zealand Kainga - Tonga

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Months had passed and it had been an unnerving amount of time since Kainga had last seen the King of Hell. He was out of his crutches; now walking freely with a thin cast around his right foot and lower leg just for safety reasons, however it felt more like a thick sock than anything.

These months had been very peaceful, spending most of his time at the University library. The cross sat heavily on his chest like a holy restraining order as he wandered through rows of book shelves, Kainga lightly running his fingers across the covered spines. Volumes crammed the shelves, all sizes and colors. The oldest ones sat on the highest shelf, out of reach of the younger student’s sticky hands. Scripted gold lettering, faint as breath, could still be seen along the spines. One can drown in the ocean of tranquility; the whole aura of space is as peaceful as nature. Long stretching room full of piles of information captured in the pages is truly mesmerizing. Kainga loved to read, a great library like this was his paradise. Trailing his fingertips along to try and find the book he was looking for, amazingly keeping his balance while holding another heavy stack of books in his other hand as well as his laptop. Reading glasses placed comfortably on the bridge of his nose, scanning for the book he needed.

He didn't know how long he was looking in the maze of the Literature section but he was far from the main corridors where the light hit the books at the front. It was as if the back rows laid untouched like a still creature, encouraging those brave enough to find the knowledge it held in the dim light of its lair. Nothing can ever replace the authenticity and reliability one gets from a library, Kainga enjoyed nothing more.

A thought lingered in the back of his mind however as he took another book from the shelf, a lot like a broken track record. With every turn around a bend he half expected James's stupid face and badly worn suit to appear. To start constantly bothering him and calling him stupid pet names as if they were just your average couple. Kainga noticed that James hadn't made an appearance since he started wearing the cross around his neck. He wasn't sure if that was the case, but the thing unbelievably heavy. Or perhaps that was just the guilt he had which was weighing him down. The fact he even felt guilty was enough to make himself angry. Why on earth did he feel guilty? He murmured to himself under the hiss of a breath as he caught sight of a book by James Johonnot. It seemed that wretched devil was everywhere now, tormenting him subtly to his breaking point.

"God why does it have to be him? I swear everywhere I look it's just James! Bloody James. James. Jame-"

There's a loud bang like a gunshot next to where he was stood. A loud slur of profanity swallowed up by the dreaded and familiar red tinted smoke and the solid sound of a body dropping to the floor, followed by a loud groan of pain.

Kainga didn't exactly scream but he's not exactly quiet either. It's more of a distressed strain of a yelp as he dropped the pile of books and his laptop out of fright. Papers flying in various directions. Typical. The library floor goes even more quiet for a second with other students wondering what on earth made that noise. Kainga is quick to quiet himself by holding his palm against his mouth to stop the burning embarrassment of the grueling stares through the book shelves, ones he could not see but knew were there. There's silence before a soft ray of whispers under their breaths that turns back to average study chatter. Kainga let out a breathless heave and looked down at James who had now sat up and was rubbing his head.

"James?! Where the hell did you come from?!" He snapped angrily at him, going to pick up his books. James shot him a just as confused look and handed him a book.

"What do you mean by that?! You're the one who summoned me! Maybe a simple 'Hello' or I don't know even a 'How are you today James?' would be nice after you just dragged me from where I was comfortably sat!" He snapped back at him, standing up and brushing some kind of crumbs off of his suit. Kainga stared up at him, taking the book from his devilish grip.

"Summon you? I didn't summon you! At least I didn't mean to!"

James sighed.

"Do you not know how to summon a demon?! Have you seen any of the movies?! You say the name three times!" he expressed in disbelief.

"Yeah I have! It's Hollywood bullshit, I didn't know it actually worked! Besides it's not like I wanted you to come here anyways you're like a bull in a china store!"

"So you've been avoiding me?"

"Well...yes? But no...I...It's complicated...wait I never said that?"

"Well that indicates it..." James pointed rather accusingly at the crucifix draped over his shoulders. That just made Kainga feel worse, due to his tone he was clearly upset about it. He swallowed thickly as the cross got heavier. James continued on. "I just wanted to come and see you, you've been really hard to find. After all you chose to hide yourself in the biggest and most comprehensive University in the country."

"I haven't been hiding from you James. I've just been trying to focus on the reason I'm actually here. This is my only chance of a good education!" he stacked the pile of books back into his arm. There was one left, a large leather cover laying face down on the carpet. James looked at it and bent down to pick it up for him.

"Well we can arrange times! I know you're probably mad at me for the other date but I was hoping we coul- OW SHIT!!!"

James was instantly cut off as soon as his fingers came into contact with the book, picking it up before dropping it like a hot ember. A loud sizzling noise like he was physically burnt by it. Kainga looked at him in shock, smelling the awful odor of burnt flesh. James stood hunched, cradling his burnt fingers.

"J-James?! What happened are you alrigh-" he cut himself off and stared down at the book. James had managed to flip it back over when he dropped it. The gold text on the front read out what Kainga had feared the most.

The Holy Bible.

Both Kainga and James stared down at it. Kainga bit his lip. Shit. Shit. SHIT! He forgot he had picked that up. It was really a bad look for him. He stood with his heart pounding as he scrambled to pick it up. Half of the back cover had been burnt off and some of the back pages were hanging on by the thread of the inner spine. What was a few seconds seemed like forever as they both stood in a deep silence. Kainga finally mustered up courage to explain himself, he could clearly tell James was beyond angry at him.

"James..."

"Y'know what. I'll just go."

"What?! No it's not like that! I promise! James I'm studying Literatur-."

"Kainga. I said I'm going. You clearly don't fucking want me here so what's the bloody point? First the cross now this?!" he pointed accusingly at him, snarling almost. Kainga flinched, smacking his pointing hand away.

"For godsakes just let me explain myself! You're so fucking selfish you know! If you wanna go then leave, fuck off! I don't care!"

James's face contorted into a more saddened expression. Oh god here comes that fucking guilt again.

"You don't...?"

Kainga went quiet for a while. Nervously shuffling around with his blood running colder every second he was in his presence. Second guessing himself as he always seemed to do when James had something to do with it. James's raging flame of anger had seemed to be extinguished when the Tongan didn't answer him. Kainga could practically hear the sizzle, see the smoke arise, see the darkness flee from his eyes. He frowned.

"I do. James. But you can't keep going on like this."

"Like what?"

"Appearing out of nowhere at the worst times. Maybe I don't want to stop seeing you but maybe there's times I need for myself."

"Are you mad at me about the date?"

"The date has nothing to do with this. I actually had a rather decent time. I realized I forgot to thank you...so...thank you, James."

James chuffed and shrugged a little, placing his hands in either pocket. He couldn't help but grin moronically, blushing like he was rather proud of himself.

"It's...really no problem. I also had a good time..." James hesitated, glancing surreptitiously down at Kainga, a sly sheepishness coating over his face. "Would you like to go on another one maybeee...?"

His answer was clear no matter how hard you looked, he was basically as readable as the books he held. The devils hopeful grin coaxed with the fact it was a tender moment between the two. Not one that involved any kind of Ute or stink of fish but one Kainga found himself not wanting to ring the New Zealander's neck for once.

"Maybe I will, James. But not now, I have exams. Give me a week or two. We can arrange something then."

James smiled brightly at him, like his face illuminated with delightfulness despite how idiotic he may have looked. Kainga could've kissed him, frankly a part of him wanted to. Half out of curiosity but his hands were full. So he bid James goodbye and took off to the main study hall in the library. He looked back just once and James was gone. Like he had retreated into the subdued shadows of the back rows of shelves like a ghost.

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Back studying at his desk had become the norm for Kainga. Despite most of the students walking around, it was surprisingly quiet. A very peaceful aroma where Kainga had surrounded himself with his small group of friends he'd met on campus. One in particular he'd become very close friends with was a Filipino student, Piri. Sure he liked the other people in their small group but Piri was the one he trusted the most. Somehow he couldn't bring himself to spill his whole Satan situation to him, having to make up a excuse for his random disappearance. After a small while of studying, Piri spoke up, taking off his headphones and resting them beside him.

"These exams are really making me tired Kai...I've got yet another one to sit through tomorrow."

Kainga looked over at him.

"Really? Didn't you just sit one?"

"Yeah, last week. No rest for us Physiology students, it's hard to keep on top of everything." Piri bit his lip, looking back down at his work. "Oh. That's what I wanted to ask you. Densen is busy with his exams right now, could I borrow your library card? I left mine back at the flat." He asked, starting to pack his laptop back into his bag as well as his other supplies. Kainga smiled.

"Of course. I hardly ever use it anyways." he fumbled around with his lanyard for a bit, unhooking it and handing the Filipino the library card. "How is Densen by the way? It's been a while since I've seen him."

Piri took the card and thanked him. "Densen? Oh yeah he's been very busy. Hey I'll see if he's free this afternoon, Tino as well. We can go down to the University café down near campus. That is if you're not busy..."

Kainga pondered the idea for a bit. Maybe a moment with just his friends would take his mind off a few things. Specifically off James. Especially off James. He looked around the library, as if someone was watching him make this decision. James wasn't still watching him was he?

Piri looked at him oddly.

"Kai? Is everything alright?"

Kainga snapped back to him like he was awoken from a daydream.

"Oh! Right sorry...yeah I'll be there! What time should I be there?"

Piri thought for a while.

"Meet us down there at two. I'll ask everyone now in advance."

Kainga stood up to follow Piri to the printer to help him with his printing and to get his card back when he was finished. He had some assignments to print off too. He doesn't notice he's left his things in the library, he also doesn't notice James watching his spot from afar.

James wasn't peculiarly fond of his friends. Not like he'd met them personally, but he didn't like the fact they were around HIS queen. He didn't like Piri being around Kainga, or the fact Densen made the Tongan blush on occasion. Which made his possessive blood boil whenever he saw it. That was HIS job, not some mortals. He snarled a little even at the very thought of it. James slumped over to his work space, half hidden under his desk. He started to rummage through his work. What on earth was more important than him? Some papers? He scoffed at a few hand-written essays.

James was flicking through his files. Hardly anything of interest to him.

It was all going well.

That's when he smelt the burning.

He sniffed, catching the scent of the small fire that has started at the spade of his tail. Like flint to steel his tail must've caught on the wooden surface of one of the desk legs, causing it to catch alight. Shit. Shit. Shit!

James sprang up from the desk, grabbing Kainga's stuff in a messy pile in his arms. The smoke started to rise and the smell got more pungent. James began to panic, holding up the Tongan's things as he desperately attempted to put out the growing flames, only succeeding in making it spread across the carpet. He'd garnered the attention of other students. A panic spread faster than the fire.

First a scream. Then more screams.

Then the fire alarm. The loud ringing that echoed across the building, deafening anyone who'd come to enjoy their peace in the library.

Then rain.

Most of the students had evacuated the building by now. Only James remained. Still holding Kainga's stuff. Face to face with a drenched and murderous Kainga, standing in front of him as he scowled at the Devil twice his size. James felt himself shrink a little. The fire alarm continued to blare across the campus grounds, the fire itself had been put out.

James very sheepishly looks away from him as Kainga's stare bares into his skin like a laser of disappointment and anger, almost in disbelief. His stare was the personification of nails on a chalkboard, or a fork being scrapped onto a plate. He's rather surprised he can even feel how angry he was, considering half of Kainga's face was covered by his dark curly and now very wet hair. He pushed some back out of his eyes, making a wet squelching noise as he wiped the rest of the water off his face.

"I uhh...got your stuff...Managed to save your laptop and most of the books. Erm... Some of yer papers set on fire but I got what I could." James murmured quietly handing him the pile of his things wrapped in his black coat. "It should be somewhat dry too."

The rain and alarm finally stopped as they were both left extremely damp. Kainga's whole body dripping with it.

"You set the library on fire." Kainga hissed angrily.

"Almost. Set it on fire." he corrected him. "And I DID save your stuff."

Kainga grumbled, snatching his things off of James. His glare didn't lessen as he shoved the things in his bag, handing him back his coat.

"Thanks."

James whimpered a little, knowing too well he was very much in the wrong. Kainga could kiss him, despite how angry he was at him, he did save his stuff. The fact James's hurt expression showed the Devil knew he was wrong, it almost made him seem human. Kainga started to give more human qualities to him, he did look the part at least. Perhaps it was an accident, maybe he'd never know. But in that moment to grabbed James's tie and wrapped it around his wrist. Yanking James down towards him, this accompanied with the fact Kainga still had to stand on his tippy toes to even get anywhere near his stupid face, that was caught completely off guard.

What Kainga intended to be a peck ended up going south as their lips met somewhere in the middle. James's eyes widened in shock, wasting no time in wrapping his arms around his waist. He didn't mind the neck crane to reach him. Kainga instantly starting to regret his decision when James pulled him in just a little bit closer to his body. He aborted mission, quickly pulling away while heavily flushed. His hand resting on James's chest. God he was an idiot. Regardless, he'd just kissed the Devil. Surprisingly, it wasn't even bad. Once Kainga pulled away he gasped for air like he was having a heart attack, James of course wouldn't know any different as there was hardly any space between them. Must've been the burning sensation his rough lips gave him. He softly stopped panting and looked back up at him. It was clear James was forgiven by the downright goofy grin James possessed on his face; Kainga only catching a glimpse of it when he pulled away.

"I'm sorry about that..." James finally apologized, lifting the weight from his voice.

Kainga sighed, throwing his bag back over his shoulder, his gaze had softened as he looked back at James.

"Thank you for apologizing, James. I'll...see you soon."

James was far too giddy about the fact they just kissed. As well as the fact he didn't initiate it. Kainga smiled gently, giving his cheek another kiss as he walked by him, somewhat reluctantly but it felt nice.

"See you soon~" James swooned after him.

Kainga laughed.

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There was a shuffle of the burnt paper as Kainga sprawled the parchments out on the table. All their edges and sides lightly burnt as the bits of paper crumbled off the cinder. He nervously wiped some of the embers off of the café table. Densen gave him a strange look from the other side as he sipped his coffee.

"So your work just...caught on fire? Just like that?"

Kainga looked at him almost suspiciously, sighing before shuffling the paper back into a neat pile by thumping them onto the table.

"Well yes, I suppose so. I think I sat next to a electrical outlet. Must've just short circuited or something."

Kainga was basically forced to come up with a lie to draw his friends away from the fact his Satanic, somewhat boyfriend had just set his work on fire. He clenched his teeth, nervously squirming in his seat. He prayed to whatever God there was that Densen wasn't fully aware of how electrical fires are caused. For now he just gave him a very incredulous look as he audibly swallowed. Luckily his story flew right over the Dane's head. Kainga sighed, his breath thickly lined with fear as he picked up the cup of tea he'd ordered. Unbeknownst to him, Densen was the least of his worries. He could only imagine the look on their faces when he told them he was dating the guy who put him in crutches the first time they met.

Unfortunately, Kainga was not very good at hiding secrets from people. Everything around him crashed when Piri came up to their table, ushering the words:

"Was that your boyfriend?"

Kainga instantly spat out his tea all over Densen. Choking on the hot liquid as he erupts in fits of coughs and splutters, trying to save what little of his tea he managed to keep in his cup. Densen sighed and started to wipe the tea off his face with a nearby napkin. Kainga gulped.

"Sorry..."

Densen merely huffed, cleaning himself completely and throwing the tea soaked napkin to the side. Piri with his other friend, Tino, behind him, excitedly sat down next to Kainga. Half pushing the poor Tongan against the wall as he slid up next to him. Piri's face glimmered with excitement at him, saying no words yet Kainga dreaded what he'd just seen. He knew what he'd seen and that made him want to curl up and die right there. Densen looked at them all oddly.

"Who's boyfriend?" The Dane questioned the trio all at once.

Tino chirped in, his mouth full of a chocolate roll. "Kainga's boyfriend! Piri saw him kissing someone in the library! After the fire alarm went off."

Densen's mouth gaped as he stared at Kainga. "HE WHAT?!"

Kainga attempted to hide his face by holding his forehead. He supposed it wouldn't be long until his group caught onto him. He'd gathered all of their stares over the table as he quietly sipped on the rest of his tea, stalling on what to say.

"You didn't answer my question. Are you dating someone and keeping it from the group?" Piri asked him, getting impossibly close to his personal bubble. In fact, it was non existent at this point. It'd popped as soon as the Filipino opened his mouth.

Kainga wouldn't lie to himself, as much as he wanted to throw the rest of his hot tea into Piri's face in order to stop him from the influx of invasive questions he knew he was about to throw onto him. He knew he wasn't going to stop hounding him for details about his mysterious lover.

"Well...yes. Sort of. It's complicated. Very complicated."

"Oh?" Piri's eyes were so wide, Kainga could barely see past them. The stares of his friends made Kainga shrink a little into his merino sweater. He swallowed and continued.

"You know...the first time we all met I was in crutches? I told you all I'd been hit by a car. Do you remember that?"

"Yeah I do. What about it?"

"Well." Kainga paused, almost for dramatic effect. It was mainly to calm his nerves, keeping his friends on edge. "I'm kind of dating, well not really dating. More like seeing. I'm seeing the guy that....ran me over."

Suddenly silence.

Kainga could practically hear all of their reactions echoing off of their faces. His eyes scrunched up tightly before they opened slightly to see three overly astonished faces glaring at him. The sounds of the café around them being the only sound to be heard as Kainga felt the overbearing sense of dread that washed over him once more.

Piri was the most awestruck one.

"You're...dating the guy that almost killed you?!"

"Yeah and get this. The nutjob thinks he's Satan."

Kainga was really treading on eggshells. Careful with his predetermined wording to not spill that James was ACTUALLY Satan. Piri sits back, his jaw basically on the floor at this point. Like his soul had left his body.

Tino took it as an opportunity to speak up.

"You have very questionable taste in your men..."

"Tino, not now." Densen mumbles hotly to the Finnish boy next to Piri. Kainga wasn't going to keep this secret intact, looking at them all as he finished his tea. Densen's coffee had gone cold beside him. All of their concerned and shocked expressions made Kainga groan, perhaps it was worse than he imagined. It also made him double take his entire relationship with James at this point. Was he really insane for going through with this? Again with the second guessing.

Kainga barely escaped that conversation. He found himself repeating himself with all the questions Piri, Densen and Tino shot at him like a gun. They just kept coming. Barely giving them half the story, they were mainly beyond themselves with him. It was mainly Piri to hound him with questions until he was on the floor crying. What made it worse was he walked home with him as they lived in the same apartment building on campus. They usually walked home together, watching the viridescent trees that lined the Campus streets shrivel up and crisp into their autumn bloom.

Misty dew covers the entire surface of the field as they pass, Auckland almost transformed from it's burning Summers to it's cooler Autumns. Autumn slowly weaves its way in and leaves a stain of brilliant color in its wake. Kainga and Piri stepped on the ground that was covered with a blanket of colorful leaves that had fallen from the trees like snow, leaving some branches almost bare. Various other trees possessing vibrant sunset like colored leaves that dangled from their branches like giant hanging bats. The dead leaves crunching below them and the significantly cooler air around them really made it feel like Autumn. On this autumn day the foliage above could be his infinite dreams of scarlet and gold, playful in the soft light, colors ignited for all who care to see. They are the candles of the daylight, these trees that bring their art to their world, their branches taking root in the sky.

Kainga adjusted his scarf as Piri was rambling on about something. Frankly the Tongan had stopped listening a while ago.

"Kai?! Hey are you even listening to me?!"

"What? Oh yeah I am. Sorry just lost in thought."

"You're thinking about that Satan guy aren't you?"

Kainga shot him a dismayed look from the judgmental side-eye he gave him. Giving his now red hued nose a rub before nestling it into his scarf.

"No. In fact he's the last thing I want to think about. He infuriates me."

"If he infuriates you why do you date him?"

"Piri I ask myself that everyday..." he laughed lightly. "I'm not here to fuck spiders, or devils for that matter. I just want to get my education, then go home."

Piri frowned a little. "So you're not staying here?"

Kainga shook his head.

"I don't need to. Once I graduate this will be all over and I can go back home. That's my plan and I'm gonna stick to it."

"What about your whole dating Satan situation? Are you going to break it off with him?"

Kainga goes quiet for a while after reaching the front door of his apartment building. He could feel the warmth of the indoor heater from inside as he shuffled around in his coat pocket for his keys.

"He's not actually Satan. The dumbass just claims to be him..." He announced through rather gritted teeth. "...and frankly I'm still thinking about it. He's insane yes, but give him time and he's a genuinely nice guy. Or somewhat at least. I'll just see where it goes and pray I don't become some human sacrifice." he snorted a little and pulled out his keys at last. "You coming inside?"

Piri shrugged.

"Nah sorry. I've got another lecture. I'm taking a photography course, on top of all my Physiology. Told you I can hardly catch a break!" Piri smiled sweetly at him before pausing, his smile drooping a little at the corners of his mouth. "Just be careful would you?"

Kainga looked at him oddly. Why would he say that? Surely James wouldn't hurt him. Or at least hurt him that much...

"What do you mean by that?"

"That guy you're dating. He seems...odd...just be careful around him. I'm only looking out for you." Piri said, his demeanor coming off as very serious now. Kainga shifted nervously.

"Y-yeah...I will. Don't worry about me." he expressed in an attempt to draw away his friends concern. They said their goodbyes and Piri was off back down the road into campus. Kainga was left to stand there for a while. His faint breath drifted out from the wooly fabric of his scarf. As he headed inside, his mind started to spin. He even got a little dizzy as he reached the stairs up to his apartment. It was a voice. James's voice. Hushed yet cold. Hungrily husk in the way it drawls in his mind like a broken record. The crucifix getting so heavy it felt like he was carrying a boulder around his neck. Like his body would just collapse and fall straight through the stairs into the fiery pits of Hell awaiting him. He staggered, feeling like his throat was about to rip out of his neck as if some dark creature of Hell was shredding him to pieces. Gnarling, thrashing blades that looked like the creatures teeth until he saw red. Like something was tearing away at his very existence. His humanity.

A panic attack.

The same few words James ushered to him on loop. Almost demanding.

"You trust me...don't you?"

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James, surprisingly enough, does leave Kainga alone for another long period of time. For about a week or so. After Kaingas panic attack on the stairs, his mind would replay that same scene. A reoccurring dream he'd been having, the one he was currently having now. That same creature. It wasn't human. In fact far from it. It was a horrible looking beast. The exoskeleton of a large hound with dark red flesh wrapped around it's bones as if it'd grown on top of a corpse-like fungi. The creature had no eyes, just oozing muscles that'd contorted around its face and long grueling snout. Large carnivorous teeth that protruded from its mouth like large stalagmites in a cave, they lined the entire jaw of the creature, so much so that it was constantly salivating and looked as if it wasn't able to even close it's mouth.

It was the thing of nightmares. No matter how far or fast Kainga ran, he was running into nothing. No light at the end of the tunnel. Nothing. Surrounding darkness with a vague splash of thinly lined water below him. The hellish flesh creature chasing behind him, getting closer and closer. Attempting to swipe at him with the one obtruded claw that stuck out as longer than the rest. It'd always go for his heel, slicing at it until Kainga could run no more, his heel bleeding out as he was rendered unable to run away from it.

He'd scramble away. He'd scream until he choked as the creature devoured him. Slashing and gnawing at him with a horrendous low growl and snarl. His breath stolen away from the screaming and crying from the insufferable pain as the creature engulfed his flesh that was torn from his body like a piece of cooked meat. That awful feeling like he was falling yet his body remained in the same place.

Then a faint image, blurred almost beyond recognition to the naked eye, the eye that didn't know what the devil himself looked like. But he sure did. James reaching out to him. To help him? To grab him? Kainga still wasn't sure himself, he just knew it was James standing above him. He went to reach for him like he was his safety. Oh what a foolish mistake of a desperate man. Kainga's fingers barely scrapping the ashes atop of James's burning fingertips...

So close...

Everything went black.

A voice. James's voice. Called out and echoed in Kainga's blindness and pain...

"You trust me...don't you?"

Kainga woke as he did normally. Panting and damp with sweat, he'd awake screaming in pain, only to find the pain wasn't even there. It was as if the pain retreated from his body as soon as he awoke. It'd felt so real. Kainga wasn't even convinced it was a dream at this point. Some kind of sick hallucination or sleep paralysis caused by stress or James. No. James WAS his stress. He sat up right in his bed, sweating and heaving like he'd just run a marathon. His baggy shirt that he slept in was now drenched and saturated with his sweat that seeped through the fabric.

He grumbled under his breath, starting to wipe the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. He was dazed. What time was it? The sunlight of the morning gently caressed the edges of his curtains, giving his room a light amber hue. This morning he didn't smell the usual crispness of the morning, instead he smelt something cooking. Odd. Someone was cooking food. He hears a whistle of a song, one he can't quite make out, it was strangely familiar. He sleepily stumbled out of his room, resting against the doorframe to see who had stolen the use of his own kitchen from him. He pauses. His heart dropping a little.

"James?"

James turns around from the stove and smiles, holding up a spatula. Kainga is beyond confused now. "It's a...reasonable time. What are you doing here?"

"Making ya breakfast!" he chirped happily as Kainga walked over to him curiously. He had to hold back gagging at what he saw in the stove pan below him, the one James was holding and cooking was he assumed to be his meal on. Unless by some god-sent miracle his food was in another pan. The Tongan was probably dead to God by now.

"That's not breakfast, that's salmonella." Kainga mumbled and gestured at burnt scrambled eggs and what looked like a charred hash brown, scorched beyond revival. No wonder it smelt so burnt. He looked over at the table top, two cups of tea lay waiting. Kainga had never felt so domestic, relationship wise. If it wasn't for the food poisoning James was cooking up, it was very nice to say the least.

James nudged him playfully and watched him walk over to the table. "Whatever. Food is food. It's better than that long looking stuff you constantly eat."

"You mean my instant ramen? I'm a student. It gets me through. Plus it's cheap and I still don't have a job." Kainga smiled gently at him before sitting down at the table with a blanket he'd stolen from the apartment reception. He curled himself up and nursed the cup in his hands. It wasn't even cold, just warm enough to be drinkable. How long had James been here? He was very tempted to question him about the dreams he'd been having. But Satan would most likely just boast in his face about how Kainga was dreaming about him and ramble about how they were 'meant to be' again. He brought the tea up to his lips, the warm liquid bringing him back to life.

James interrupts his tranquility once again with a plate placed in front of Kainga. A breakfast of scrambled eggs that looked like a mush of wet cardboard atop a piece of toast that looked like a shaped out lump of charcoal. The only thing that wasn't burnt was the bacon, which would've been the only thing safe to eat even if it was burnt. The whole plate of food seemed to be radiating like it was a romantic breakfast in Chernobyl. Kainga audibly gulped.

"You...made all this yourself huh?" He weakly picked at the bacon that was in the shape of a love heart on the side of his plate. How, dare he say cute.

James perked up and looked at him with a mouthful of his own scrambled cardboard mush. His eyes bright like a child on Christmas morning.

"Yeah I did...~ how could you tell?"

"L-lucky guess..." He gave the biblical creature sat opposite him a rather gauche smile. He just sits and drinks his tea before even thinking about starting on his poison infected breakfast. Despite his lack of skills in gastronomy or basic cooking for that matter, it seemed James meant well. The way he dinkily smiled like a moron without a care in the world, Kainga couldn't help but wonder what was even going on inside his head. If there was anything going on inside his head. This was ridiculous; he wasn’t falling for Satan, was he? The guy was as far from prince charming as one could get and yet he was nowhere near as idiotic as he had been.

James finished up his plate of food before pushing it to the side, bringing his chair closer to the table as if he was about to interrogate him. Kainga managed to barely swallow down the mush of eggs, looking up at him with a lump welling up in his throat. Oh thank God, a reason to stop eating. He put his utensils down to listen to what the King of Hell had to say for himself.

"So, will you be busy today?”

“I handed that paper in last week and I have no current assignments, why do you ask?”

“We’re going on another date.”

“Another thing at a reasonable time, wow James I’m impressed.” He drawls, laughing a little at how proud James looks because he thinks he’s impressed him. Satan wasn’t supposed to be this endearing; Satan was supposed to be a dickhead. Then again, he supposes James more or less was one to begin with. It seemed with every word that James spoke he was becoming less demon. His human side was showing like he was gaining back a humanity that was lost long ago.

"Well, I've got some kingly duties back in Hell to attend to, but I can pick you up later in the afternoon." he chuffs proudly at referring to himself as 'Kingly'. "What time suits you best?"

Kainga hesitantly pushed his plate to the side. "A time? You're asking ME what time I want?" he asked, bewildered.

James just nodded quickly, smiling at him. Kainga was beyond suspicious yet somewhat amazed at him not being a arrogant fucking prick for once. He didn't keep his hopes high however.

"Umm...well it depends where you're taking me..."

"Oh. Well it's a surprise...~" James winks at him and leans back in his chair, holding his mug of tea in his hands and heating it up with his self-heating palms.

"Well. I need to get some shopping in first. Maybe about 1 or 2 I suppose? It shouldn't take that long. Plus I need to get ready."

"Ahh make yerself look pretty for me huh?~"

There it was. Back to the usual James. Kainga's stare hardened, yet he blushed at his sentiment, rather heavily. He frowns in bemusement and looks away from him.

"No. It's so I don't go out in public looking like I just got dragged through a dumpster."

"Oh please, you don't look like a dumpster. You didn't last time!"

"If that's a complement from you then I'm flattered." He murmured sarcastically. Grinning at James's expression dimming from prideful to confused. He finished his tea, placing the cup beside him.

James took that as an opportunity to switch the conversation back to the date.

"So, I'll come and pick you up at 1? I'll knock this time."

Kainga hummed and squinted at him. Why was be being awfully nice to him? Perhaps he had other intentions, or had changed his original ploy. Either way he was doubtful. He hated to admit it, but he liked this James. His cooking was unsatisfactory but he kept telling himself that James meant well above all. He smiled tenderly.

"Yeah. That sounds good. Thank you James."

James winks at him, taking their plates as he brushes past Kainga and with that he disappears. Kainga was left feeing oddly flattered, Lord only knows why he felt like that. He felt tingly and warm, the pits of his stomach churning in a flustered manner. Like he'd ate something bad but it felt amazing. He grimaced. It was probably that food that James had served up to him. He didn't feel sick however, it was a strange feeling. Like James had endeared him. Like he was starting to like him. Kainga instantly shook the thought away as he stood up sharply. What was this. Maybe it'll pass. He hoped it would pass. As the kettle boiled on the countertop, as Kainga poured the hot water into his mug and watched it brew with the teabag. The feeling didn't pass. He bit his lip as he kept pouring the boiled water, making it overflow while Kainga stood there, not noticing. His consciousness completely out of it.

Shit...

He was in love with the Devil.

---

Funny how much time can pass when you genuinely are looking forward to something. With his errands completed, Kainga stumbled through the door holding three large paper bags full of groceries. He heaved himself and the abnormally heavy bags into his apartment, dropping a can of baked beans beside him. He audibly groaned as he hefted the bags onto the table, practically gasping for air. Maybe he should buy a car. Who was he kidding he didn't even have his drivers license and frankly after his experiences, he'd rather stay far away from them all together. Maybe a bus card would be better. After a breather he started to unpack the shopping, his coat hung on the back of his chair.

Once he finished unpacking it was nearing 1'o clock already so he went to start getting ready. Although he didn't like to admit it, he was rather excited about where James would take him. Sure he took him to a greasy Fish and Chip shack in Wellington before but surely James would have some new found knowledge of reasonable places to take someone on a nice date. Maybe a romantic breakfast in Paris or running across rooftops as the night set in, the Eiffel Tower illuminating the city. Or something more thrilling, gambling in Las Vegas, even a skyline dinner overlooking New York or somewhere mountainous and beautiful like Queenstown. The possibilities were limitless, he'd be lying to himself if he said this wasn't the most excited he had been for something in a while.

He quickly got ready, throwing on a white long sleeved shirt with a button-down collar to fit in a striped dark blue tie that was fastened tightly against his neck. Autumn or Spring are unpredictable so he put on a basic V-neck blue sweater overtop, bringing his collar out so the top of the tie knot was still visible. Finally navy trousers and polished leather black shoes and socks. He liked to dress smart, yet he still looked causal as he didn't know where he was going to end up. Standing in front of the mirror he puffed out his chest with pride, his blood running with excitement as the clock hits 1.

James arrives at 1'o clock like he stated, his presence announced with a knock on the door in a sweet rhythmic tone. Kainga had just finished giving his hair one last curl before he stands up to open the door for him. If he’s honest with himself, he’s flattered that the other was doing as he’d requested, something as simple as just being on time. He opens the door to find James standing there in his same causal suit he'd worn last time, however the bright red tie was missing as he was just wearing a black cuffed long sleeved Plaid shirt with a belt and pants. In his grasp was a bouquet of Heilala flowers. Vermilion cherry red flowers that sprouted magnificent Hibiscus flowers in full bloom, displaying a shade of vivid cerise of pinks to reds. Tonga's national flower.

James's smile was so cheesy it could make you lactose intolerant.

Kainga was amazed. Quite like nothing he'd experienced or expected. He stood in the doorway with his mouth agape at the sight of him. Had he really gone out of his way to buy him these particular flowers? James quite audibly cleared his throat.

"G'day smuckaroo~"

Kainga raised a brow at him.

"Smuckaroo?"

"In me defense you gave me, what, a few hours to come up with a new nickname." James jokingly complained. Kainga laughed.

"To be fair, I don't mind it. Also you didn't say much about today so I didn't know what to- WEAR-!"

Kainga was interrupted by James shoving the flowers into his chest, some of the buds hitting his face making him jump a little. His sentence was muffled after getting a face full of flowers.

"T-these are for you!!! I wasn't sure what flowers you liked so I got you these because they're Heilala and they're your countries national flowers and whatnot!" He spoke quickly as if he was embarrassed by his sweet gesture. Like the Devil giving out flowers made him seem weak or soft but he knew that he'd only do this for one person and one person only.

Kainga's cheeks burned up vividly as he took them from James's large hands, admiring them. His hands wrapped around the base of the bouquet, tied up neatly with a silk red ribbon.

"O-oh? You got me flowers? Ah...wow James. They're very beautiful. Remind me of home..." he held them close to his chest until his face was as red as the petals. How sweet of James. He smiled fondly. "I'll go put them in some water and be right out okay?" He uttered before walking back inside and placing the flowers in a large vase on his table. Leaving James out in the apartment corridor to feel even more proud of himself, sub-consciously feeding his probably massive ego. He did a excited little air fist bump to congratulate himself as he waited.

Kainga came back out to the dingy corridor a little while later, locking up his flat door before turning back to James.

"Right. Thank you for waiting." Kainga pockets his key heavy keychain, eyeing further down James's suit. That's when he realizes the gumboots he's wearing. Right. New Zealander. He wasn't even surprised at this point. A fancy clean suit topped off with a pair of muddied gumboots. Maybe the Devil doesn't wear Prada, no. The Devil wears gumboots. Kainga doesn't mention it, he simply retorted his gaze back at James's punchable stupid face and gave him a rather pointed look. "So...where exactly ARE we heading today?"

James grinned. "I told you, it's a surprise! I'm sure you'll like it though!~" He held out his hand for Kainga to hold on to, which he does. Kainga takes his hand. He knew the drill. Teleportation with a danger of being ripped in half. How romantic. James takes it a step further however, wrapping his arm around Kainga's waist. Before he even had time to react James snapped his fingers. That pull at the pit of his stomach like his intestines were being unraveled out of his body washes over him, James falling through fast winds like the world was turning upside-down. His breath taken from him by the high velocity winds, allowing him no room to scream. He accepts his fate and clings onto James for dear life until they finally drop to the floor.

There's was a ringing in his ear, a loud one. He became dizzy but not as much as before, his whole body felt translucent as the cold winds died around them. Kainga still clung onto James as he came back to his senses. His hearing came first as his ears popped. There are noises. People in a fairly populated area, what sounded like some children with their families. The ringing of a cellphone. It was definitely an outdoor environment. Kainga looked up, finally realizing where they were once his eyes caught sight of their surroundings.

"A-a...zoo?"

"Yeah! Auckland zoo darlin'!!! You're studying Zoology as well as Literature ain't ya? And yer file says you like animals so I brought you to the best zoo in the country!"

Kainga gently let go of James and rubbed his eyes. Examining the sight of the less populated zoo before giving James a thrilled look.

"James I...wow. Oh shit this is amazing...really!" The Tongan's whole aura seems to brighten as he got happier. Kainga quickly grabbed James's hand, wasting no time at all he hurriedly dragged James to see the animals. James tripped and laughed it off as he followed this new side of Kainga.

They paced along the well packed paths and jarred fences around the zoo. Dense jungle leaves against the bamboo thickets blurred in their line of sight as Kainga hurried to see everything yet keeping his well structured plan that he bored James with along the way. Every pathway curving along the enclosures of incredible and exotic beasts, the zoo sectioned off into certain areas based on country or continent. The exotic breeds from all over the world left him breathless, watching the different colors of each species and how they fly across the perfect replica of their natural habitat was an enthralling experience. All the animals make him feel like they have entered the incredible depths of Amazon jungle. The atmosphere and the cage designs seemed as real as nature itself.

Kainga stops by the South American exhibit to admire the vibrant and vivid colors of the parrots. What surprised him the most was that it was an open enclosure, meaning the parrots could fly around an open space where tourists walked through as they pleased. An eye-catching Blue and Gold Macaw perched on a high branch just above Kainga. James smiled as Kainga giggled at the bird, softly petting it's beautifully preened feathers.

"I take it you like birds the most then huh?" James mentions as the bird puffed out its feathers in a sign of enjoyment. Another Macaw came up behind James and curiously pecked at a folded up map he's holding, making James jump and swatting harmlessly at the cheeky bird. It flapped it's wings and squawked at him rather loudly, James was holding back the urge to squawk back at it.

"Avians have always been my favorite. There's something so magnificent about them. I adore all the tropical species, especially the ones back home."

The Macaw took flight from beside him and landed back on it's perch high in the tropical lush trees that shaded the entire area. Kainga watched it fly away with awe before noticing a keeper in a red polo shirt and microphone preforming with the dazzling birds. Kainga was transfixed by the colors of the large parrots and they spun and shimmered against the light that cut through the trees. The keeper spoke to the gathering crowd of visitors. Kainga was about to ask if they wanted to go and watch before his arm was grabbed and dragged away by James. He made a disgruntled yelp but followed, James making an excitable claim about seeing the "Ripper crocodiles they had here!" Going against Kainga's structured plan of the date.

"James?! I thought we were seeing the elephants next?"

"Are yer serious?" James asked with a grin, looking over his shoulder at him. "Do we need to plan everything?"

"Yes, James. I am serious. Zoo going is a serious business." Kainga retorted with a straight face. He couldn't hold it and let a small laugh escape. "At least a general direction will do, so we don't waste time going all over the place in zigzags."

James rolled his eyes and scoffed. "C'mon. Live a little would ya?! We got all afternoon here and frankly I'd rather spend it looking at giant man-eating lizards!" He exclaimed that like there was nothing more romantic than seeing a 500 kilogram or so prehistoric beast rip apart a raw chicken or a full leg of a cow. After the dreams Kainga had been having, he might as well be sick to his stomach even thinking about it.

"Well if you want to see the crocodiles, we're going the wrong way. You're holding the map upside down James."

---

The date goes, dare he say perfectly. They explored every area of the zoo as the evening started to set in, Kainga made sure that he saw everything no matter the animal or enclosure. James occasionally boasting about how he created some of these animals, ever so causally. Mainly the dangerous, venomous creatures that could kill you within seconds. They'd seen everything from swinging monkey's to large carnivorous cats like lions and tigers. Kainga stood on his tippy toes and leaned over the railing to get a view of each one. Running his fingers along the glass at the Orangutan exhibit and watching in awe as they swung around their enclosure with remarkable balance. There was only one area left. The one James was most excited about showing Kainga that he'd saved until last. The area at the very back of the zoo past the frigid penguin and seal enclosure.

Most tourists start to vacate the zoo as darkness rears its head over the blue skies, creating a symphony of crimson and orange tinges that form the sunset. James lead Kainga deeper as the thicket around them seem to darken too, becoming more native to the New Zealand bush with deep green ferns beginning to line the wooden boardwalk. With all of the crowds gone, Kainga was met with the sounds of the zoo. A distant river rushing and what sounded like a waterfall against native bird song that echoed from the canopy. A lot of it too.

"Oh? James where are we?" Kainga asked him in a hasty whisper, like they weren't supposed to be here.

"Yer said ya liked birds right?"

"Yes. I did..."

"Well we're in the New Zealand bird section. It's a giant aviary full of native birds. There's a look-out at the top too! C'mon!"

They came to a small gate that was the entrance to the whole massive exhibit. An entire enclosed jungle inside of it, the whole aviary like a hidden paradise that mimicked the natural beauty of the New Zealand forest like it was sliced right from one. James dragged Kainga through rather roughly, making the Tongan yell at him.

Dusk stained the glistening foliage with shadow and murk. As nightfall descended, the sounds of the jungle began to ebb. Uncertainty hung in the warm, wet air as the creatures began to prepare for the long stretch of darkness. Kainga trailed James as they walked through, the sound of his shoes hitting the damp mossy trail, that switched from gravelly dirt to a boardwalk that took them higher into the dense undergrowth. He caught sight of a small stream that trickled down the rocky surface next to the boardwalk, eventually leading to a waterfall that glistened in the little light that was emitted as the canopy covered what little of the days light was left. Causing bright dashes of color around the forest. The hurried flapping of bird wings as curious Fantails perched themselves along the trees next to the track, dancing and swaying their black and white tail feathers as they twirled around the couple. Perhaps hoping to get a closer look with their eccentric chirping. James stopped to let Kainga watch them.

Finally they made it up the wooden stairs to a large balcony, looking over the whole of the aviary like a king looked over his kingdom. Kainga instantly went to the end of the deck and looked over the lush canopy below. Various leaves rustled with signs of life within them, an array of bird song sang out like a choir. Not in sync but beautiful nonetheless. Kainga watched in wonderment at the sight, he crossed his arms and rested them on the wooden railing. He gazed out.

"Oh James...it's beautiful. Really. This is wonderful." He addressed him as he saw James come and lean on the fence next to him in his peripheral vision. His smile was warm and bright.

"I knew you'd like it. Rather peaceful up here isn't it." James watched Kainga smile as he watched out. The way it made him feel was different. Kainga's smile was captivating him. So much so that he'd rather watch him smile subtly than watch the setting sun over the forest. Kainga did notice. When it came to James he wasn't really subtle. About anything. He found it charming. The simple fact that James was watching him smile, made him smile more.

It was a short while of tranquility before it was broken by the real reason they were up here. Birds started to appear from their hides once the pair were stationary. First a Tīeke flapped beside Kainga's arm, making its way to the various fruits on the bird feeder beside them. It's black and brown pigment almost blended in with the damp wood. It wasn't long before more birds came to feed. A pair of curious Kākās perched on the thick branches, alongside a dazzling Wood Pigeon that was sat preening its verdant feathers.

They soon had a collection of native birds surrounding them. Rainbow lorikeets showing off their flamboyant bright colored feathers as they began to feed as well. Various smaller finches and Fantails got closer to Kainga's hands, flying close to him so much so that he could feel the air being beaten off their small wings. They danced around them like a scripted ballet performance in the air. Some brave Gouldian finches even perching on Kainga's palm and fingers chirping at him like they were telling him the latest gossip. Kainga laughed with the light tickling of their small claws on his skin before watching them fly to the bird feeder beside him. He turns his attention back to James, now only realizing how close they were together.

"Hey James?"

James paused to give him a bit of a weird look. Kainga more focused on the flashy Wood Pigeon now so James shrugs it off.

"Yeah?"

"Tell me about yourself."

Kainga finally speaks up about the important questions in their relationship. If they were going to move further that is. And the truth is, he really didn't know all that much about James. Other than the fact we was as dumb as a pile of bricks.

"You...want to know about me?"

Kainga gulps as he fears he's struck a nerve within the Devil beside him with James's sudden tense. To his surprise. James just smiles, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah. I do."

"Well there really isn't much to say. Or to know really," The New Zealander replies. ",I was born in heaven as an angel, given the name Lucifer by birth. Ever since eyes were laid upon me I was the favorite of the Archangels. I was incredibly good looking I must say..." he laughed before pausing. Almost sadly. "And. As the story goes. I was God's favorite."

Kainga almost feels pity for him as James gives him a saddened side glance. James kept going as Kainga rested his head on his shoulder gently.

"According to the other angels, I became so impressed with my own beauty, intelligence and power that I started to desire more. I was greedy. I wanted the honor and glory that belonged to God and God alone. Even though he loved me like his own. I was young and stupid. I felt like I could do more, be more than who I was. As my version goes, I was the one who asked for a pay rise and got kicked out of Heaven." Even though James laughed, it seemed he was just joking to cover up the pain in his voice at the retelling.

"The sin that corrupted me was self-generated pride. I fought them off until I was on the edge of Heaven."

"Fought who?"

"The other angels. They started to tear at my wings, they ripped 'em right off my body. War broke out in Heaven. God did nothing to stop them. I had my reasons. I had my rights! But this all perfect all loving all forgiving God couldn't find it in himself to love me again, nevermind forgive me. Sometimes I ask myself if he still loves me like he did before. My revolt was unsuccessful and I was kicked out of heaven and fell to plummet to the underworld. I no longer deserved my place in Heaven and I was replaced. It's only for the stuck up snobs that prefer a perfect boring good life anyways. With that, I started to build Hell with my own two hands. I lifted it from the dirt and dust and created a haven for the imperfect to thrive. So expectations of a superior God wouldn't constantly force them to be something they're not. Despite what those God manipulated mortals wrote in that fucking book, Hell is not what it seems."

James's breath is hasty before he finishes up, leaving him rather silent. Kainga softly takes his hand, unsure of what even to say. James's hand grips his as Kainga ushered. "I'm sorry..." Maybe he shouldn't of asked.

"It's....It's okay. I've learned from it, I'm now King of Hell and get to bully the absolute shit out of Catholics. In all honesty I'd rather be Satan or James than Lucifer."

"Do you, not like being called Lucifer?"

James shook his head. "No. Lucifer was an angel. Lucifer was Gods favorite. I'm not him anymore."

"In all visual depictions of Satan I've seen, you've always had wings. Why don't you have any now?"

"Well, they were torn from me body. Some presume I got new wings but I didn't. Perhaps it was the final punishment, so I couldn't fly back up to the golden gates of Heaven. I've still got little stubs from where they used to be though. Wanna touch 'em?!"

"What?! Fuck no!"

"Oh c'mon! Sometimes they get a little juicy-"

"JAMES FUCK OFF-"

The mood is quickly lightened again as Kainga ducked under the playful swipe James threw at him in an attempt to catch him. The Tongan avoiding touching those wing stubs like the plague, laughing all the while he's slowly backed against the railing. James eventually caught him by his hips. Kainga expected him to tell him to touch it again, but he did something a lot more surprising. James holds his hips and kisses him instead. No crucifix to burn his lips this time. The only heat coming from his mouth was the passionate intertwining of their lips as Kainga kissed him back. It only grew deeper as Kainga moved his hands from his chest to wrap his arms around his neck. He doesn't notice the hands under his shirt until they start to softly knead at the skin above his waist. There's no room to separate them anymore. Not with James's warm hands touching further up the sides of his body. He almost forgets that they're in a public place. He almost forgets that he's making out with Satan.

Kainga barely noticed a thing. He thought the tug at his stomach was just butterflies. You can imagine his shock when the foundations of his balance crumble and he lands on his back against the sheets of a bed. He opened his mouth to say something, most likely profanity before James cuts him off and the kissing resumes. That familiar glow of the curtains behind James. Shit. They were back at his apartment. In his bed.

James is surprisingly gentle with him. As gentle as the Devil could be at least. The burning sensation of his lips travels down his neck and shoulders, allowing Kainga to gasp out for breath. He started to remove his clothes like one would undress a doll, his mouth always pressed against some form of his flesh. Kainga spluttered slightly as lewd noises started to spill from his lips as James is not too hasty, nor too rough with him once he finally intensified his movements. Bite marks are left stinging on his collar bone as James builds up his release, matching the scratch marks Kainga left on his back. He was right about the stubs where his wings once were. Kainga was too out of it to notice, squirming below him before there's a pause and sweet relief. Everything seemed to burn.

So. That was sex huh? Before that encounter he'd seen sex as overrated and bland. Before that encounter he was a virgin.

He just had his first time with Satan. Fucking. Satan.

#fic: call me satan darling #aph new zealand #hetalia #hws new zealand #zeaonga #aph tonga #hetalia oc #hws tonga #ao3 fanfic #aph #my mental health is in shambles #help #aph denmark #hws denmark #aph finland #hws finland #aph philippines #hws philippines

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TFWB - Chap 25 Kiss the Girl

Summary: Jensen and (Y/N) embark on a book tour together where the line they desperately tried not to cross vanishes. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Pairing: Jensen x Reader Warnings: Fluff/AU Word Count: 1465 Squared Filled: Friends to Lovers A/N #1: This is for @spnfluffbingo card

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Rachel was sitting on (Y/N)’s bed watching her pack, “I can’t believe you and Jensen are going to be gone for six weeks. Whatever will you do with all that alone time together.”

“Stop it…” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, zipping her suitcase shut.

“Seriously (Y/N), I thought after our little talk six months ago you would have told him already.” Rachel pulled her down onto the bed next her.

She sighed looking down at her hands, “I told you before and I’ll say it again. I can’t cross that line with Jensen. He is too important in my life and I won’t risk it especially now that we are professionally entwined.”

“You need to be naked and entwined together.” Rachel mumbled.

“Rachel!” She smacked her arm playfully as they both started to laugh.

The publishing PR booked Jensen on a book tour to bookstores and colleges around the country for six weeks starting on the east coast. They would end their tour back where everything started for them at UT Austin in the very bookstore where he had met his favorite author telling him to follow his dreams.

The six weeks had gone by in a flash. Traveling to different major cities around the country with Jensen had been the most fun she had ever had. They went sightseeing before his events and out to dinner afterwards. She never thought she could possibly learn new things about Jensen but along the way she did and with each passing day she fell for him a little more.

Each of their places were not close enough to stay at when they returned to Austin for their last stop. Unfortunately, there was a mistake made with their booking at the hotel and they ended up having to share a room for the night. Adding to the dilemma was having only one bed.

(Y/N) chuckled, “I just walked into one of the most popular fanfiction tropes in the world.”

“I will take the floor.” Jensen set his stuff at the end of the bed.

She shook her head, “No way. We need you bright eyed and bushy tailed for this event. You sleep in the bed and I will take the floor. No arguing.” She pointed her finger at him as he opened his mouth to speak.

(Y/N) made herself a spot beside the bed. She tossed and turned for hours before giving up on sleeping to read on her phone.

“You can’t sleep either?” Jensen's raspy voice startled her slightly.

“Jesus… you scared me. Did I wake you?”

Jensen stuck his head over the side of the bed, his hair sticking up wildly, “No. I can’t sleep knowing you're on the floor. Just sleep up here with me. I made you a promise and I will keep it.”

His olive eyes pleaded with her and she gave in. Climbing up onto the bed, Jensen turned his back to her staying on the left side of the bed. She did the same on her side and finally fell to sleep. They were both groggy in the morning but made to the event with no issues. Being back in that bookstore with Jensen brought up a lot of memories for her.

After the event, Jensen stopped her just outside the bookstore, “Will you come have lunch with me?”

“Of course Jay.” He held out his arm to her and she hooked hers with his.

She started laughing as they walked into the student center just like they had done all those years before. Once again, they fell into easy conversation about upcoming deadlines for his next book and celebrating Zalyn’s birthday. A few fans came over to him for autographs and one brave co-ed slipped her number to him. It was a moment so small that had such an impact on (Y/N) as she watched him slip the note in his pocket.

Rachel’s words shouting in her mind, “Make your move or you’re going to lose him to some other woman…”

After lunch, they were dropped off at Jensen’s house where they both fell onto his couch exhausted, “Do you mind if I crash here tonight?”

He gave her a sleepy smile, “Of course not.”

They both ended up crashing early until the early hours of the morning. It was still dark out as (Y/N) went downstairs for something to drink. She saw the kitchen light on and smelled fresh coffee as she entered the living room. Walking in the kitchen, she found Jensen standing at his counter in nothing but his boxers and her heart nearly stopped.

“Hey.”

She giggled as he jumped, “Shit! Don’t sneak up on a half asleep man with coffee.”

“I’m sorry. I was coming down here for the same thing.” She walked over pouring herself a cup of coffee.

They stood there silently across from one other sipping their drinks. A quantifiable tension building between them. Her eyes kept drifting over his arms and chest. When she would look up she would catch his eyes traveling down her body which was barely covered by her panties and tank top.

“I-I’m gonna go try to get some more sleep.” Jensen set his cup down walking out of the kitchen.

In the split second, (Y/N) made a choice that would change her life forever. She followed Jensen out of the kitchen catching up to him before he got to the stairs.

“Jensen, wait.” She called out.

“(Y/N), I know what you’re going to say and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cross any lines or make you uncomfortable. I made you a promise and I will keep it no matter how hard it is for me too.”

“Cross it.” At first she did not think he heard her.

He slowly turned around facing her, “(Y/N) don’t say that… not unless you truly mean it.”

She took a step closer to him, “I should have said it years ago but it wasn’t until today when I saw you slip that girl’s number into your pocket that I could truly lose you. Forget the boundaries Jensen, I’m in love with you.”

He closed the distance between them in two strides of his long legs. His hands cupping her face as she gripped his narrow waist. His full lips hovering over hers before firmly pressing them to hers. Her heart was pounding in her ears. Her body was desperate to be against his and she hopped up wrapping her legs around his waist. His hands gripping her thighs as he carried her up the stairs.

(Y/N) could feel the warm rays of the sun on her face as she opened her eyes. She felt a strong arm pull her back against a firm body that she got acquainted with a few hours earlier. Smiling, she turned in his arms to find a mussy haired, bright eyed Jensen smiling at her.

“Good morning pretty girl.”

“Good morning handsome.” The happiness bubbling in her chest escaped from her lips as she giggled.

Jensen’s smile got wider then he started peppering her face and neck with kisses, “I could get used to this. Waking up next to you. Going to sleep next to you…”

(Y/N) pushed him onto his back straddling his waist, “Making love to me?” She leaned down kissing him.

“Oh yes, definitely that.”

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The last page was filled with pictures from his book tour, but it was the ones she had hidden behind them that were meant for their eyes only. A picture of her with a sheet wrapped around her. Pictures of them kissing in bed. A picture of Jensen as she sat on top of him with his arms behind his head. Memories, she would never forget but wanted to have a snapshot of.

(Y/N) closed the scrapbook just as the door to her office opened, “Pretty girl it’s time to get ready for our rehearsal dinner.”

“Come in here handsome for just a moment.”

Jensen closed the door as she stood up from her chair. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled his lips down to hers. Pushing him back until he fell back into her chair and straddled his lap. He was laughing as she ran her hands under his t-shirt.

“You made it to the last page, didn’t you?” He asked as she kissed him again.

‘Mmhmm and now I need you.” She pressed her forehead against his, slowly grinding herself against him.

Jensen groaned laying his head back, “I guess we could be fashionably late.”

He stood up carrying her out of her office and into their bedroom. An hour later after a shower and getting ready they finally made it to the dinner only thirty minutes late.

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quietsurvivor·:

Ruu smiled, even saluting the boy who stood next to her, giving a small smile. Oh boy… where to even begin?

Her smile did indeed fade just a bit, thinking about how to go about this. Well, from the beginning, right?

There was a bad car crash a few years ago.

This was it, all or nothing.

I had a friend and she died. It really messed me up a lot. One of those people who drank got in a car and hit the car I was in. I was six.

It was hard just to type about it, her hands a little shaky, but the nine-year-old didn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop. She was a Phantom Thief now, too! She had fought in her own Palace… and she wasn’t gonna stop for something like this!

Mom and dad aren’t home a lot. Its Yuuri that takes care of me.

The Phantom Thieves had met Yuuri Wakasa, albeit rarely; a fellow student of their school, and the ones who cried out to the Phantom Thieves to save her sister.

Mom and dad got me in that thing to help me get better with hypnosis therapy or whatever it was. But it made me fall asleep like that.

You said it was a coma right?

Ruu didn’t still fully understand what had happened to her, other than it had been quite scary. but with these teenagers by her side, she felt she could be brave.

Smiling at her, he continued to offer his own form of quiet encouragement as he waited for her to begin.

[ Text ➭ Ruu 🐭 ] ➭ That must have been awful. I can’t imagine how scary that must have been.

He couldn’t help his fists from clenching at this. Drunk drivers were just truly awful people - putting their own lives at risk and the lives of others too.

[ Text ➭ Ruu 🐭 ] ➭ Nobody should have to lose their life like that. You must really miss your friend.

Even though he didn’t actually text this last part, he was glad that she had survived, at least. Nobody deserved to have their lives completely in the hands of someone else and it was already bad enough that her poor friend had died.

[ Text ➭ Ruu 🐭 ] ➭ I think I remember Yuuri. How are they doing now?

The last time they’d met Yuuri, things had been a lot more...tense, to put it lightly, so he hoped that Yuuri was doing better now.

[ Text ➭ Ruu 🐭 ] ➭ Yeah, we think it might have been a coma. Makoto would probably know more about the terms for it and all that.

[ Text ➭ Ruu 🐭 ] ➭ But whatever it was...we’re glad you’re okay.

#quietsurvivor #( v; unspecified. )

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Impossible Girl Rises

Part one

Part two

After “Mummy on the Orient Express” we have 5 more episodes to see how Clara has changed. “Flatline” is the first time when Clara explicitly tells everyone she's the Doctor. I bet a lot of people like to pretend they're the Doctor, or a Doctor, or somebody cool and clever. But it's not just like “now when I have a magic sonic screwdriver, a psychic paper, and a cool outfit (scarf? leather jacket? converse? bow-tie?), I can outwit everybody”.

Clara meets a grumpy guy who isn't affected by the psychic paper, she has to lie, to be a leader, to come up with ideas again and again, and do it very quickly. It's a good lesson for her and for all of us. “A Doctor” is a title to be earned with actions and not taken for granted.

Funny thing, when all of them say goodbye nobody seems to understand who the Doctor is and what he's doing there: he was there every second but only for Clara. Of course, he got rid of aliens at the end, but that doesn't matter. He did a lot of work guiding Clara and supporting her being invisible for everybody else. Basically, it's a description of the Doctor's companions: they are extremely important but every time the Doctor just outshines them, and that's not fair.

Also, we meet Rigsy, he is the first person Clara saved. From now on he's in her care.

In “the Forest of the Night” Clara is an amazing teacher who doesn't miss an opportunity to teach Coal Hill most Gifted and Talented something extraordinary but at the same time she's an absolute disaster when it comes to taking care of her students’ feelings and lives. She really goes native: she likes adventures and wonders so much she assumes everybody else does as well. She doesn't have a mother, she doesn't have a real family, and her boyfriend doesn't want to go with her anyway cause he prefers to see the things in front of him more clearly. Does he? Then why doesn't he see the Doctor is way more complicated than just an officer? Probably, cause he's still scared of the bigger picture which Clara prefers to the small one. He can save her from a simple threat, a tiger or a laser strike, but he dare not to think of a real story behind the fairy tale. The Doctor knows all of the real stories, but he often chooses a fairy tale too. Why? To protect the others from fear (and himself from madness).

When things go wrong Clara decides to stay on Earth. Why? Cause everything ends, and she doesn’t want to run away. She belongs to this world, and if she fails to save it, there's an opportunity to be brave, at least.

Why does Clara tell Danny “I love you” so deliberately? Cause she knows it’s important to him. It’s her anchor to Earth, her human life must belong with something or someone. It’s her attempt to see a simple small picture. Danny doesn’t understand it, he’s more confused than pleased.

The key scene in “Dark Water” is absolutely stunningly beautiful. Why? Yes, Clara does betray the Doctor's trust, but she doesn't betray her belief. She has to save a person who was in her care. It's not about simple human love, it's about her moral choice (later we'll see she'll do the same for Rigsy). I personally think the volcano thing wasn't important. Does Clara really assume the Doctor has just seven keys? Or the TARDIS would let her land in the middle of a volcano? Or the Doctor could be caught off guard cause she was the one emotionally unstable at that moment? She doesn't get emotional while trying to check Danny's identity. Clara wanted to make her point clear, to make the Doctor understand how far she would go being just a little predictable human being. She may not have his power or knowledge but at least she has a will, and she's ready to take the consequences.

This is the reason he tells her a very significant phrase: let’s see what we are made of, you and I. They have a job to do. He can count on her cause he knows she'll do everything possible, or die. Of course, on the other hand, that's part of the reason why he'll become so worried about her in series 9: she can really die cause human limits don't bother her anymore while she's still a human, and that's not a figure of speech.

Clara understands the nature of the Doctor's life strategy: run fast, be kind, think straight, enjoy stories, make up stories. That's why both of them have such power over reality: it's not some all-consuming monster, it's a tool and a toy.

In “Death in Heaven” Clara tells very angrily: what, you think I would give up the Doctor? Don’t be daft. But the thing is she doesn't actually know where the Doctor is. And she has said she lied. For all we know her beautiful words about her attidude towards the Doctor may mean nothing. It's just the Doctor's style: be angry, explicative, and emotional with your enemy while trying to come up with a back up plan. But we'll get the proof of their friendship later: they both are so willing to sacrifice their own feelings for benefit of each other they can't even notice their mutual mistake.

Why can't Clara say about Danny's death at once? Because it's a show, yes, and because she feels it as her own fault. He was responsible and selfless, he made amends. On the other hand, she lied to him, and then declared her endless loyalty to the Doctor. In Danny's terms they both were kind of soldiers, but he chose the battlefield and people, and she chose schemes and an officer.

“Last Christmas” is one of my favorite episodes cause it's about dreams inside the dreams (hello, Inception) and about whouffaldi, thank you very much, and it was discussed ages ago.

But it also adds some important features to Clara's character. She is anything but miserable without the Doctor: she taught in every country in Europe and learned to fly a plane. She had a good life and she laughs at her regrets. And this is so important for the Doctor. He dare not to come back to those he loved cause he's scared. What if they changed? What if they blame him? What if they didn't have a good life? But Clara did. She missed him, of course, and they made each other feel special, but she can feel... well, the music. She'll say it later out loud.

Her love for this kind of life and for life in general, and her love for the Doctor himself are two different things. That's why they get the second chance, and that's why they have this immortality problem in series 9.

But it's a story for another day.

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2018-19 Academic Year was quite a busy one at BYU for LGBT

This year LGBT people were in the news at BYU in Provo, UT in a way they usually haven’t been.

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For a little history about the BYU Honor code

Until 2007, stating one’s sexual orientation (unless it’s straight/heterosexual) would be considered a violation of the school’s Honor Code.

Until 2011, saying that homosexual relations are normal/acceptable was a violation.

Today the Honor Code bans all homosexual behavior, which “includes not only sexual relations between members of the same sex, but all forms of physical intimacy that give expression to homosexual feelings.” This phrase is vague but has been interpreted to mean no hand-holding, dating, kissing. Even a hug could possibly be a violation.

The Honor Code still doesn’t address transgender topics

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Days before the school year began, Kris Irvin, a trans man, received national attention for sharing that their bishop would revoke the ecclesiastical endorsement required to attend BYU should Kris eventually have top surgery.

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BYU this year seemed to embrace its gay students in a way it has not before. Calvin Burke had a twitter thread run in LDS Living about his mission president’s response when he came out. The School’s Instagram account was turned over to student Kyle Manwaring for a day who talked about what it’s like to be gay at BYU.

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They waited until they left BYU, and no wonder, but in high-profile announcements Stacey Harkey of Studio C and Charlie Bird who had been the mascot Cosmo both publicly came out this year.

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The NCAA’s Common Ground leadership team visited campus. Common Ground is about inclusion and creating supportive environments for athletes & coaches. They are discussing with BYU about being more supportive of LGBTQ individuals.

Liz Darger, an assistant coach at BYU, had gone to one of their meetings in 2016 and because of that, BYU offered to host a meeting in Dec 2018. Liz Darger recently was called to be a board member with with LDS Church’s General Relief Society.

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An Instagram account let people anonymously share their experience with the Honor Code Office. Many of the stories show manipulation and abuse by those in power. This led to students protesting to have changes made. The university allowed a protest on campus--I don’t know if that’s ever been approved before. The protesters had signs asking for the Honor Code to be revised in the area of LGBT acceptance and particularly the way the Honor Code office goes about enforcing the code.

Pictured at the protest holding this sign is Matt Easton, who gave the Valedictorian speech at BYU’s graduation ceremony. His speech was reviewed and approved by the administration. The most memorable part of his speech were these words: “It was in these quiet moments of pain and confusion that I felt another triumph: That of coming to terms, not with who I thought I should be, but who the Lord has made me to be. As such, I stand before my family, friends, and graduating class today to say that I am proud to be a gay son of God. I am not broken. I am loved and important in the plan of our great Creator. Each of us are.”

The reaction of the 10,000 in attendance of applause was so encouraging.

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Progress is encouraging but it’s also sobering that we’re celebrating people being allowed to say they’re gay in a public way. This is where the school is at. Saying we exist and want to not be afraid is brave. Stating that we want to be treated like normal people is still revolutionary at BYU.

#byu #kris irvin #Calvin Burke #stacey harkey #charlie bird #liz darger #matt easton #queerstake

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Providing Shelter from the Storm

Rebekah Garza (University Unions) in the Texas Union

Note: The Division of Student Affairs went above and beyond to support students during the recent winter storm and the university’s multi-day closure. It would take a novel to share all of the heroic and selfless stories of our dedicated staff. This story is just one that illustrates their endurance and devotion.

What started off as a warm place to charge devices and pick up bottled water quickly became a community of Longhorns all in it together at three on-campus warming centers. Thousands of Longhorns braved the cold, snow and ice to seek shelter at these facilities from Texas’ historic winter storms.

It started at the Texas Union. A team of University Unions staff who felt they could safely travel to campus arrived at the 24/7 Texas Union warming center with their bags packed, ready to spend the night for however long it was needed. Assistant Director of Operations Claudette Campbell and Mechanic/Technician Supervisor Wesley Barnett led the team of staff and student employees who served approximately 5,000 students during the multi-day university closure. They gave out water, coffee and hot chocolate, and helped students heat canned soup in the microwave. Campbell noted that Building Services Supervisor Joe Gonzales cleaned the entire building top to bottom, alone, then set out to pick up members of his team so they could get into work.

Claudette Campbell and Wesley Barnett (University Unions) in the Texas Union

“A lot of our staff wished they could’ve gotten to campus – we did it for them and our students. This time of scarcity could’ve been a time that brought out the worst in people, but it brought out the best in people, the best of human nature,” shared Campbell.

It wasn’t just full-time staff who showed up – 89 student volunteers, the majority of them University Housing and Dining student employees, took on shifts alongside 13 University Unions student employees. They sprang into action, including making peanut butter sandwiches, handing out snacks, and sanitizing furniture and tables.

“These are very hard experiences for students, very taxing physically and emotionally, but the bond you form with fellow staff members during a time like this, the graciousness you see from your residents and Longhorns, making them feel safe, really makes it all worth it,” explained Resident Assistant Mae Zeitouni, a junior government, middle eastern studies and Arabic major from Lubbock, Texas, who worked overnight in the Texas Union warming center.

Zac Compean (Recreational Sports) in Gregory Gym

On the east side of campus, seven Recreational Sports student employees who could safely walk to campus staffed the 24/7 Gregory Gym warming center. They managed the day-to-day operations, checking in regularly with full-time staff who were unable to drive to campus. Many of these student employees agreed to work with an hour’s notice. They de-iced sidewalks, shoveled snow, helped students find outlets to charge devices and monitored the building as people slept overnight in the Games Room. Building Coordinator Tessa Galloso noted these tasks were a first for students on the job.

“This experience was new to many of us. We felt a huge responsibility to embody what the full-time staff do every day. We were their eyes and ears on the ground. We worked hard to provide quality resources while many people were struggling,” explained Galloso, a senior human development and family sciences major from McAllen, Texas.

One of the quality resources was a hot shower, made available also to faculty, staff and their families without RecSports memberships. When the snow melted and the weather warmed up, RecSports was again looking out for students’ well-being – opening Caven Lacrosse and Sports Center at Clark Field so students who had been cooped up during the storm could enjoy fresh air and sunshine.

“We are here to serve the UT Austin community and we had the ability to step up in ways beyond recreation. Inviting people to use our facilities to take a hot shower or throw around a frisbee hopefully alleviated some stress during a very difficult time,” added Assistant Director Bridget Tasker.

And down the road at University Housing and Dining’s San Jacinto Residence Hall, Assistant Director Gerard Smithwrick supervised a warming center open 8 a.m.-midnight. The team there set up tables with charging outlets and gave out bottled water.

Bottled water distribution at Whitaker Courts

For students living off-campus, New Student Services teamed up with Vice President for Student Affairs programming staff to quickly spin up bottled water distribution stations north, south and east of campus over a three-day period. A team in the Office of the Dean of Students helped target and invite 13,000 students living in those Austin areas.

“The students were so appreciative – we knew this was needed for the off-campus community. Everyone was excited to jump into action, many people helped to make it happen,” said New Student Services Assistant Director Kyle St.Nicholas.

Kyle St.Nicholas, Emmy Edwards and Callie Smith (New Student Services) at the Elan East Apartments

Many staff coordinated this effort without power and water themselves, calling on relationships with colleagues from across the Division to help. Student Services Building Manager Julie Wier traveled to campus to unlock doors at the building so St.Nicholas could retrieve supplies for the water stations. Recreational Sports Senior Assistant Director Ross Rodriguez helped the team set up at the Whitaker Courts for the first bottled water distribution on Feb. 21. University Housing and Dining team members delivered 4,000 bottles of water to that location.

Meanwhile, Off-campus Outreach Coordinator Paige Muehlenkamp-McHorse was calling contacts at apartment complexes across the city to secure bottled water distribution locations for Feb. 22 (South Austin) and Feb. 23 (East Austin).

“Over the last two-and-a-half years, we've gotten to know the landscape of the areas that students live. If we didn't have that knowledge, it would've taken days to pivot,” added Muehlenkamp-McHorse.

Many other Division staff members were also serving as connectors even when power outages made connecting difficult. The Texas Parents office fielded calls and emails from dozens of parents and families. They let them know about these warming centers and bottled water distribution sites. They shared critical university updates, the university’s emergency website, and Student Emergency Services support information. And, when parents asked where their child could get a warm meal, they pointed them to University Housing and Dining, where staff were serving students without meal plans and those in need.

Check out these additional heartwarming stories related to the historic winter storms: find out how the Division provided round-the-clock service to on-campus residents; awarded thousands of dollars in emergency support to students in need; pivoted operations for services, including Proactive Community Testing and COVID-19 vaccine operations; and launched the Texas Tough fundraising campaign with UT Austin and Texas A&M student government presidents.

#Division of Student Affairs #New Student Services #Vice President for Student Affairs #Office of the Dean of Students #University Health Services #Counseling and Mental Health Center #The University of Texas at Austin #UT Austin

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that was morelike 2008 2009though itis abo ut the basic underlying thing itis not what doesnt killyou make you stronger or aeh superhumans fooools thinkit thatway whenever it kicks biology me ntality biology the underlying base is what doesntkillyou makes you a cripple scars you for life often youshouldnt let that happen //// heart oned ge from suffocate trick by idiot or fool or minor that tests sth this is a m u r d e r t r i c ks d a m a g e d heart do you morons understa nd what that means whenyou moron suffocate poison trickery sth again 00 30 0035 and luckily cockroach drug poison and burden it slap the stuff outof the hand of moron or minor 0030 0035 rescue minor from cockroachdrugs e n f o r c e prevention ///// @bild @bild_de @phoenix_de @bundestag @bundesrat @deutschland y ourenotyou themer onsite: das ist nicht das was ihr glaubt was das ist die u r s a c h e fuer yourenot you sind s c h w e r e a e n g s t e die werden immer schlimmer so ha ben hundert faelle j e m a l s die das hatten aengste und schmerz mit so tun als sei man arnold schwartz enrampbo gehandhabt das selbser glaubend sicher d a s ist yourenot you der gestern so heute so scheiss ist e b e n f a l l s nich t yourenotyou sondern emotionale wracks die ihre emotionen nicht kontroll ieren ie manisch hoch euphorie zu zerrrrrrruettendstem tief depri innerha lb kuerzester zeit emotionale wracks meist unter e x t r e m situationen ihr mischt esotherik und beide schwerste geisteskrankheiten in s e h r spaeten stufen der krankheite n und traumtaenzert das an einen stabilen zurecht wuetenden victimised veropferten zivilisten die unterentwickelten ist e b e n f a l l s nicht was ihr meint das es ist di e brutzeln den zivilisten die vorderen hirnregionen die analyse und die ent wicklung damit sie k i n d l i c h kontrollierbare t o e l p e l unterschicht sind selbst wenn assis stress machen im amt brutzelt man die erstmal klamsig in der ruebe so la euft das bei solchen weit verbreiteten hirnschaeden und k o n t r o l l tricks das n a e c h s t b e s t e stigma fuer tagzeit zu v erwenden ist geheimdienst methoden die typen mit zeitverlust sind vermutlich auf geheimdienst koma beutzte da muss ebenfalls eine toelpel ta gzeit erklaerung fuerdie her und wegsperren als voellig uebergeschnappte aber das alles schwimmt auf einer riesigen grube aus geheimdienst sche isse und die aerzte werden als privilegierte abhaengige dafuer benutzt s eit jahren ist das jetzt etwas klarer einemischung aus humbug hinterh alt und schwerverbechen mit geheimdienstlichen kontrollmethoden dass das schoen weiter geheimbleibt rettet eure yourenotyou geheimdienstverkorksten das wie humbug aber getrickst wurde ist ebenfalls entlarvend (beispiel: we nn alle glauben jesus jemus sah so aus, muss das falsche leichentuch genauso aus sehen, wie allemeinen dass er aussah. sonst taugt die faelschung nix. stellt sich heraus jesus jemus war n kleiner dicker brauner zwerg mit arabisch afrikanis chen locken - entlarvt es das gefaelschte objekt, das nur dann verkaeuflich i st, wenn es dem entspricht, was alle glauben wie der aussah) I am Christian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK + #INTEL #HELLHOL E #BLOG https://www.BabyAWACS.com/ [email protected] PHONE / FAX +493212 61 1 34 64 Helpful? 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Donnate. paypal.me/ChristianKiss //// det ox heroine andor eastern sexdrug rescueminors so fromthe stuff 0025 //// yourenotyou themer onsite: das ist nicht das was ihr glaubt was das ist die u r s a c h e fuer yourenot you sind s c h w e r e a e n g s t e die werden immer schlimmer so haben hundert faelle j e m a l s die das hatten aengste und schmerz mit so tun als sei man arnold schwa rtzenrampbo gehandhabt das selbser glaubend sicher d a s ist yourenot you der gestern so heute so sc heiss ist e b e n f a l l s ni cht yourenotyou sondern emotionale wracks die ihre emotionen nicht kontr ollieren ie manisch hoch euphorie zu zerrrrrrruettendstem tief depri innerh alb kuerzester zeit emotionale wracks meist unter e x t r e m situationen ihr mischt esotherik und beide schwerste geisteskrankheiten in s e h r spaeten stufen der krankh eiten und traumtaenzert das an einen stabilen zurecht wuetenden victim ised veropferten zivilisten die unterentwickelten ist e b e n f a l l s nicht was ihr meint das es ist die brutzeln den zivilisten die vorderen hirnregionen die analyse und die entwicklung damit sie k i n d l i c h kontrollierba re t o e l p e l unterschicht sind selbst wenn assis stress machen im amt brutzelt man die erstmal klamsig in der ruebe so laeuft das bei solchen weit verbreiteten hirnschaeden und k o n t r o l l tricks das n a e c h s t b e s t e stigma fuer tagzeit zu verwenden ist geheimdienst m ethoden die typen mit zeitverlust sind vermutlich auf geheimdienst koma be utzte da muss ebenfalls eine toelpel tagzeit erklaerung fuerdie her und wegsperren als voellig uebergeschnappte aber das al les schwimmt auf einer riesigen grube aus geheimdie nst scheisse und die aerzte werden als privilegierte abhaengige dafuer ben utzt seit jahren ist das jetzt etwas klarer einemischung aus humbug h interhalt und schwerverbechen mit geheimdienstlichen kontrollmethoden dass das schoen weiter geheimbleibt rettet euere yourenotyou geheimdienst verkorkst en ///// lawyers sero toleran ce with hooker smear they trythat with the only academic of family the sm artest of them the least social of them and on acase that is clearly intel botch intelbotch whilethey reinstalled barricades to commit more crimes sero tolerance with counter factuality layer2 cockroach germans effo rt alibis they need alibis because theyare daytime charged rapers that use int el methods to rape civillians they tried forinstance implied intel dependen cy relationships while they didnt even know the case they pretended yourenot yo u and anything howit got solved is no why was something sothey dont have t o gotojail this is factuality vs reinterpreted counterfactuality squeeze access fools moelst cockroaches 2135 2138 ididnt even join any bu nch even why should i they want tosteal my money and inventions since 2001 nap alm yoyos greatestmoments dvd is how them tried to monetise who is it who sthat intelguy this is howthem tried it hwothem tried to monetise it ido nt c a r e what they told their minors during rape s why imon site and no oooo !!! he does what i want!!!! -kids insisting situations the facts arethe f acts //// whyis it so irrelevant howmany wesaved they shuffle scums or c lowns and allgood doesntmatter itgets better rescue all on the brink youn ever know whatthey can and will later and even if not it is the rightest thin g todo e v e r honor those that do rescue all onthe brink and those that never want orget anythingback from it evenmore so //// yeey level12 fr eudsudoku solved //// @all @world @bbc_whys hooooooooow????many? didwe save? w h e e e e e e e e e e e ee e y !!!!!!!! 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Donnate. paypal.me/ChristianKiss ///// all wallowing in howit was are welcome allthat try to add harm today with wal lowing in personal matters or reinterpret are not welcome youcanseee howba dit was allalong but to some its aeh super-king or sth from 19years ago aslong as it harms today thereis no hiding this past is shining against thei r crimes this is where good was and brightwas in messes t h e m made / //// the germans shuffle murder tricks foryears lookat medifile they shuffle l ockaway as nut it quellit tricks lookat the mess 2015on they dont w a n t that i have a job or sth they dodge fringe quell kill and sexual assault wi th minors with stigmas and alibis quell selfhelp make it seem as typical f or zersetzung blackballing how mysteriously unable to exist youare as allofthem were theydidthis with and shuffle more harms anything that nut corners that they are guilty liable causing charged thatitis not safe allalong anythingthat nutcorners or fringes aspervert or fool a ctually helps //// poison detox demystify mix an d accesser around morbido sickos and or recent hour / /// mmit e t w a s mehr gluec k schiesst ihr auf amis und russ en d a n n kriegt ihr erstmal den arsch voll mehr als verdient so gruendlichst //// theme : ominoes wergab den bef ehl: : nein. wer muss euch i r g e n d w a s lassen? ihr spielt kommandokette fantasien fuer jemanden den ihr willkuerlich missb raucht schaedigt vernichten wolltet ihrseid verachtenswert mit etwas gl ueck glaubt ihr euere eigenepropaganda deutsches gesi ndel ///// murderer like buthane inhaler 1937 bombou tsqueeze think topic is deetyped intel terrorise into desperation that it solves itself tenyears ago is not a mental illness and damnsure not after early 2013 whenit was self fixed (as all mental issues/ a third heals self, a third too but with help, and a third is kickedout badly severely needing madhou se) and damnsure itis not an illness deedtyping poisongaser and chargingi t daytime thegermans shuffle harms they shuffle stigmas and try to di vert away that itis systemic intel harm allalong not safe allalong that they gamed hard for killit murderit it for fringe quell blacklist fri nge quell kill it shuffling harms shuffling stigmas shuffling decoys shufffling scums we canplay whackamole withem but itis s y s t e m cau sed ///// lawyers if germans try sth about the topic youwould game for makeemprooveit or st h they cant bo ohoo that isnot how we dothis we are truth them mingle onpersonal tr ajedies tenyears ago in an intelhell allknew them wallow in lowest point s to add harm today ifthey try sth that is the thing counterfactuality t oday to cover murder tricks today recentyears with anything remotely re- interpretable this is what we do keep the cockroachgerman cockroaches of fffffmy health offfmyhead offffmy life offffffmyass offffffffffffmy private m atters mercy always findout how rubbertittts weakening destroys muscles b y theme years ago white cells and red cells mucle exchange iget extremely weak after the strenght asitis before as usually as why shouldit be weak bu t after the first timeframe its toooweak to anything shaky weak itis the r ubbertitts weakeningthat requires heart injection or youdie fromtricks onc emore template damamges offfmy health cockroachgermans ihate em //// murder trick suffocates headimpact and ehart rlelvant access bombemout 19 13 1916 squeeze these cockroaches find the murder trick the poison the germancure the german arbitrariy try sth the access suffocate on murder tricks predamamged heart what themdo is feel entitled about mingling onmy personal trajedies or sth or pretend them did sth peo ple fix themselves and goodwilling support that but if youdont want thereisnothing and noone that can save yu from yourself se ro tolerance with bullshit detox the germantricks 1915 +-5 they shuf fle stigmas and harm and mingle on personal trajedies and wallow in worst lowp oints of life to make problems today to add harm today why let em adamn //// thinktopic instore: german scums could i r e a l l y have charge d this hundred times from withthese germanscums icouldve charged this hundre d times as pointless endeavour but itis not accurate could i r e a l l y have chargedit hundred times r isked allmyrights to every single time five six times then deeds year t odate the test theme instore is suicide test: fact is the germans terrorise d me the tenth year deedtyped in 2010 charged xmas2009 echr2800/10 the hell court mnaaaaah no humanrights violations are obvious goodluckwithyour furtherli fe after tenyears deedtype intelterror this was a bad hit so igot despera te late 2010 to depressed 2011 2012 studied anyway really low depressing poi nts about stoppingthe car and walk intosome truck but didnt so ifixedmyself and 2013 early it was solved the worst mistake ever inallmylife besides n ot caring enough formymother the twoworst worst worst mistakes allmylife t hese two mistakes 2013 on itwas fixed and not an issue not even remoteliest noteven when allfamily died twice ayear later that is 7-10years ago 8-11years ago in a couple of weeks the germans wallo w in personal pain and personal fails to make prob lems now to make problems today to a d d h a r m today itis a mistake to writeit so clearly avert any cockroach doom sicko s o f f f f f f f f f f f ff f f ff f f f f f f f f f f f f the case they effort su icideweenie cover tricks to m u r d e r to m u r d e r with i n t e l murder tricks headimapcfter suffocater 1915squeeze allthat wallow mingle on personal things to add harm today try somet hing /// 3 headiampcts before store dreowsy badly trick deceit is suic ideweeneitrick orsth detox demystify 2 headimaptct s s so after bn py 1346 drowsy 1 lawyers the germans damamvged allalong deedtyped because they act it wouldnt be so any damage from germans is the confirmation of thatguy pathology thatguy nutness thatguy granny retardness it r e m i n d s them then of aeh shado nsa bubolensis bn py 1346 is I am Christian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK + # INTEL #HELLHOLE #BLOG https://www.BabyAWACS.com/ [email protected] PHONE / FAX +493212 611 34 64 Helpful? 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iiiiiiiiiii e a r n e d my f o r t u ne a g a i n s t these c o c k rr r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r rr r r r r ro a c h e s this here os bheca use they f r au d and quell an d fraud somemore because they can usd their corrupt security system to fr aud and quell forever becausethey got away usually and withsomuchworse usual ly itis a devious criminal intelshithole swamp that w ill a l w a y s try a n y t h i n g and beat whats right with sowhat another letter another email sowhat replacethephone ignoreit braincookit sowha t as the recent 20years and feel superior toyou the underhuman ///// foolmess 645am 7am is /// if hostiles areonthecase use the chance l etsgetus someansweers thereis absolutelyno reason why these criminaal cockroa chgerman sshould getaway forfreewhenweknow whotheyare thereis absoltuelynor easonthey shouidlgetaway for freee becausetheyre the local criminal swamp gover nment committing these crimes usually causingthemesss usually playontime adding harm playing plausibel deniability letsgetus answers and jailem /// this system is criminal they causethismess and gme willalways game for fraud it a s dayfool they are guilty liable daytimecharged causing accomplcie ofthe e quallyguilt liable daytiemcharged german government idont c a r e w h at t he y bastard trick or howthey think im fraudable forever who went tojailforthism ess the harms a n d the criminal s olutions ////// dentist oncase 6am+-30? //// couldwe reward people earlier taht triedtodotherightthing icannot know butyoucan somebrave souls so tried toavert the worst the system usually dooms the scums and brave is f orgotten andor them equalised to scums then later in moronish aeh-ppppppppppend ulum shitballs or aeh-lllllllllllakmustest shitballs because the goal is q uell control control not justice or whos right and wrong and scums the go al is thatthey killeachother equalised then quellboth sowhat andifnot wa ititout to burn out like a dumpsterfire then hitwhoevers left whyever whatever this shows some helplessness of then_system probably but theywere just as b ad and mengele s as mostofthescums then-system //// find and track xrayb eamtricks too itwas so miraclesafe allday reward those that made safety alld ay theymaynotbe onsite anymore now?! // footaimed 420 is /// jailassmoels ter enforceprevention minors srescue /// lawyers allthismess is becau se germans avert immunisation to quelltheir crimes to quell controlivnentions serotolerance with cockroaches they host thatthcase dies nothing else theg erman govt +controlaccomplice did they shuffled proxies and stigmas and deco yed and played plausible deniability and quelled selfhelp headimpact is brief lowerdecks of fools they use thatit iiiiis system caused botch that charging the authorities in the authorities is not hightreason a nd publishng a diary or whatthey did allalong neither it is exemplary compa redtoalltheir scums but itis a situation t h e m cause make and effort shuffling harm shuffling scums plausible deniabiltiy covered decoyed victimblamed brief thefools //// pathogen relelvant access 348 then xray beamtrick murdertrick demystify soch ambercontrol cautionwith support forinstance if thegermans use minors expo sed tothe stuff etc demystify cautionwithsupport enforce abit prevention /// whoever isnew shuffles murdertricmk pathogen and xraybeam maybe radar h eartaimed hips aimed /// irepaired and resold some blackberry smartphones f romstudy time on computing since im 15 its notmuchyoucando often butitis multilayered complex problems absolutelynothing comes fromnothing each twe ak each switch mustbe set and made and knowingly so inthefirstplace howdidt hegermans chicken around it and smartphonehobbies find xray murderer 220 +-5 //// pathogen relelvant access? ichecked the activity window of th e unused inert prepaid sim maybe it german i n s p i r e d them of an intelm urder again or sth they used that sim usually to smear transponder or hooker smear transponder because i got it and used it in s t u d y time in mothersplace on visits once a month two days andor holidays fromsemesters itwasthe surfcard so it was guaranteed attacked by the suckers there use the chance th at what they smear efforted then without anyone corre ctingthem huntingthem is what they i n t e n d e d for years usethechance serobullshtiabotusmear findou t whattheydid witthe sim makesure its billionaire safe card astheother car ds allcards notjust sims and so thatevenwhenthey stealit replacephones its safe fromtheir tricks ///// this dump micromanaged eddge of existence may s tillbe neat to some tat is ok but important is that the basis oftheir bulls hit is not a disciplined academic m a y b e smartie sensitive abit too iso lated but somekind of teen fool retard lunatic criminally insane berzerk hobo theymust rescue from his own doodoo or sth noticing aeh s c e n t s whenyou open the door in acase they filmed every single handwash inthe recen t 20years because it i s a new warcoma seconds in tune youdontneed some southafrican student mate girl wondering why my student chamber is so neat and bright and imlike ?!?!?!? that was morelike 2008 2009though itis abo ut the basic underlying thing itis not what doesnt killyou make you stronger or aeh superhumans fooools thinkit thatway whenever it kicks biology me ntality biology the underlying base is what doesntkillyou makes you a cripple scars you for life often youshouldnt let that happen //// heart oned ge from suffocate trick by idiot or fool or minor that tests sth this is a m u r d e r t r i c ks d a m a g e d heart do you morons understa nd what that means whenyou moron suffocate poison trickery sth again 00 30 0035 and luckily cockroach drug poison and burden it slap the stuff outof the hand of moron or minor 0030 0035 rescue minor from cockroachdrugs e n f o r c e prevention ///// @bild @bild_de @phoenix_de @bundestag @bundesrat @deutschland y ourenotyou themer onsite: das ist nicht das was ihr glaubt was das ist die u r s a c h e fuer yourenot you sind s c h w e r e a e n g s t e die werden immer schlimmer so ha ben hundert faelle j e m a l s die das hatten aengste und schmerz mit so tun als sei man arnold schwartz enrampbo gehandhabt das selbser glaubend sicher d a s ist yourenot you der gestern so heute so scheiss ist e b e n f a l l s nich t yourenotyou sondern emotionale wracks die ihre emotionen nicht kontroll ieren ie manisch hoch euphorie zu zerrrrrrruettendstem tief depri innerha lb kuerzester zeit emotionale wracks meist unter e x t r e m situationen ihr mischt esotherik und beide schwerste geisteskrankheiten in s e h r spaeten stufen der krankheite n und traumtaenzert das an einen stabilen zurecht wuetenden victimised veropferten zivilisten die unterentwickelten ist e b e n f a l l s nicht was ihr meint das es ist di e brutzeln den zivilisten die vorderen hirnregionen die analyse und die ent wicklung damit sie k i n d l i c h kontrollierbare t o e l p e l unterschicht sind selbst wenn assis stress machen im amt brutzelt man die erstmal klamsig in der ruebe so la euft das bei solchen weit verbreiteten hirnschaeden und k o n t r o l l tricks das n a e c h s t b e s t e stigma fuer tagzeit zu v erwenden ist geheimdienst methoden die typen mit zeitverlust sind vermutlich auf geheimdienst koma beutzte da muss ebenfalls eine toelpel ta gzeit erklaerung fuerdie her und wegsperren als voellig uebergeschnappte aber das alles schwimmt auf einer riesigen grube aus geheimdienst sche isse und die aerzte werden als privilegierte abhaengige dafuer benutzt s eit jahren ist das jetzt etwas klarer einemischung aus humbug hinterh alt und schwerverbechen mit geheimdienstlichen kontrollmethoden dass das schoen weiter geheimbleibt rettet eure yourenotyou geheimdienstverkorksten das wie humbug aber getrickst wurde ist ebenfalls entlarvend (beispiel: we nn alle glauben jesus jemus sah so aus, muss das falsche leichentuch genauso aus sehen, wie allemeinen dass er aussah. sonst taugt die faelschung nix. stellt sich heraus jesus jemus war n kleiner dicker brauner zwerg mit arabisch afrikanis chen locken – entlarvt es das gefaelschte objekt, das nur dann verkaeuflich i st, wenn es dem entspricht, was alle glauben wie der aussah) I am Christian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK + #INTEL #HELLHOL E #BLOG https://www.BabyAWACS.com/ [email protected] PHONE / FAX +493212 61 1 34 64 Helpful? 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Have you seen Tina Cohen-Chang on campus? Rumor has it that the twenty one year old Junior from Manhattan, New York was born on June 28th and is currently studying English in the College of Liberal Arts. Their friends will tell you that they’re BUBBLY and CURIOUS, but they also say he can be QUIET and INSECURE, so be careful. Their endgame is Brotina and fortunately for us, their role is taken and unavailable for auditions.

The first year of Tina’s life was incredibly eventful even though she doesn’t remember it. Born in Seoul, Korea, Tina was the first child of her parents and immediately put up for adoption since they expected a male. Her picture was posted all over agencies and a young couple from the states spotted her picture and flew out to see her immediately. During their first play dates together, they realized Tina was the daughter of their dreams. At only three and a half months old, Tina was adopted by Andrew and Elizabeth Cohen and they renamed the young girl to Tina Cohen-Chang to honor her roots and her current adopted family. Even though she was adopted, Tina never felt out of place in the small family. In fact, Tina had worked out so well that by the time she was three years old, her parents had other adopted and foster children as well. All those years growing up, Tina had been used to having multiple siblings. Some would stay for longer, others would become her permanent brothers or sisters until they turned eighteen. She was exposed to all walks of life, different cultures and different ideas. No matter what though, everybody was brought together at the end of the night to share story time with Tina’s father. She would always be there front and center, absorbed in her father’s story. At a young age, Tina started to read - more than the average of those around her. When it was her turn for show and tell, Tina would tell stories that she wrote or wave around books she’d read rather than what was considered ‘normal’ show and tell items.

As she matured into middle school age, Tina knew that she felt different from the other students. Her female friends would recommend her dresses and make up to conform to her femininity. At the same time, male friends would comment on Tina’s boyish habits of wearing her hair back in a ponytail and wearing knee length shorts. Tina refused to acknowledge these standards. Usually Tina was a quiet child. It came to a huge surprise midway through her sixth grade year, Tina had published an article on her blog, announcing to the world that she would no longer consider herself a female but non-binary. Since this concept was fairly new at the time and odd, Tina had become the target of constant bullying and berating. Everything on their blog was ripped and torn apart and constantly made fun of to the point where they had to delete everything or make it private. Students would still go back and dig up old pieces of theirs and mock them endlessly. Often, they would scream ‘her’ or ‘she’ at them or write mean words on their locker. Tina braved through it.

They stood strong with their ideals through high school and the backlash continued into their Freshman year. Their strong personality is what attracted Tina’s first boyfriend. He was the first person to embrace Tina for their odd quirkiness and respected their decisions. After one month of being exclusive, they decided to have an open relationship - they would go on small dates with others and then return to each other to talk about their dates and experiences. One of the things they did together was try out for their high school show choir and, surprisingly, Tina found themselves opening up again despite the bully episodes in middle school. It made life bearable while still dealing with backlash from their beliefs and lifestyle and it even came to a surprise their senior year when Tina was nominated for Prom Queen and won the crown. Even with a rough start to high school, the end was enough to make up for all the bad times.

Tina had a wide selection of colleges to choose from - several colleges had offered them scholarships from past achievements in high school and Tina could hardly choose. Though, Tina found out that if they did attend those schools, their life wouldn’t be what they wanted. After a large amount of research, Tina found out that UT was everything they wanted - Austin was one of the biggest hubs in American for people like them. Even though all the other colleges like Yale and Harvard would be happy to see them, Tina knew that they could fit into the vibes of Austin, Texas. Their Freshman and Sophomore years were nothing like they’ve ever experienced. Unfortunately, during their Freshman year, Tina broke up with their boyfriend but they moved on from that onto other relationships. Tina never regretted their choice to attend the school, even though they were far away from home. With their junior year slowly coming to an end, they are looking forward to seeing what their senior year will bring - and what the rest of their life will be like, too.

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It was difficult for Tina to publish anything after the endless torture of their peers. However, it didn’t stop them from writing freely in private journals and blogs. In high school, Tina had asked their mother to read over a paragraph for a chapter. Blown away by the content, their mother asked for more. Rather than refusing like usual, Tina handed over the chapters they had written. Their mother was completely absorbed in the material and had asked Tina if they would like to publish their content - Tina refused. Against her child’s wishes, their parents presented the novel to several different agencies and offered to publish. At first, Tina was furious with their parents, but after compliments from the publisher, Tina gave in, as long as they could have a pen name. Their novel was published a couple months later under the pen name Ricki X.T. Clark and their book went viral. Before they knew it, everybody in their high school had their book in their hands. It made them feel good and boosted their confidence but still, Tina didn’t want to come forward to claim their work nor put their face on the inside of the cover. While choosing and picking their colleges, Tina knew going to a large renown college would bring attention to them, something they didn’t want. They picked UT over everybody so that they could continue to be in the shadows but still be in the spotlight.

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Sam Evans: During Tina’s first weeks at UT, they had made sure to check the activities list for things to do. One of the things they noticed was an open D&D table. Having some experience from high school, they went to the group. They took their seat next to one Sam Evans. The night went by in a blur of excitement and fun. It was only natural that Tina would look forward to coming back to the club. Sam and Tina found a groove and did a strong campaign for two ongoing years in the club. Tina now considers Sam one of their best friends and hangs out with him outside of D&D.

Mercedes Jones: Tina and Mercedes first met in Glee club. At first, they didn’t really speak a whole lot to each other outside of glee club, however their natural personalities kept them friendly to each other. When they really started to hang out was when Sam and Mercedes had started dating. That is when Tina started to pay attention to one of their best friends' girlfriends. Surprisingly, Tina started to get along with Mercedes better than some of their old friends. They’d go on spa days together, lunches, and everything. Tina now tends to gravitate toward Mercedes in glee club and hang out with her on the weekends often.

Santana Lopez: College in general was a better experience for Tina. Rather than taking useless classes required by the state, they could take concentrated classes, but they still had to take their prerequisite classes. They met Santana in their English 101 class. It was a bit of a bore, considering all those things Tina learned in high school but Tina did what they had to do - they were assigned an insane semester long project, where Santana, Tina, and some other classmate were required to write at least 50 pages, double spaced page paper over the works of a specific novelist. Santana and them busted out the whole thing all semester long, worked long and hard on the project. Meanwhile, their other teammate basically left them in the dust. So they ended up turning it in without putting his name on it. During their semester, they often met for lunch and other cute activities like going glamping or going to a spa. Soon, Tina found themselves falling for Santana, making up little excuses to meet her.

Brittany Pierce: Brittany in the show choir was odd to Tina as they never thought somebody like Brittany would join the Glee club. Pretty and popular, Tina felt that Brittany would be somebody to avoid, however, whenever Brittany mentioned her belief in magical creatures, Tina’s opinion changed. They found themselves in talks with Brittany about her wild imagination and they had even used some of Brittany’s words as prompts. Tina has moved away from the fantasy genre. But talking with Brittany is refreshing and fun, which is something that Tina loves.

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This Week Within Our Colleges: Part 14

A Princeton student believes that the radical progressive groups Antifa and Black Lives Matter are merely “organizations that stand for equality” who “bravely face off” against Neo-Nazis. Writing in The Daily Princetonian, Cox alleges President Trump intentionally endorsed Nazis, and openly supported fascism. “Institutions like Princeton should be expected to be functioning parts of The Resistance... White silence is white support for the wrong side. If one who is white remains silent, then they give the KKK a non-vocal stamp of approval... To my fellow white students and peers, we are not forced to walk amongst statues that glorify individuals who killed our ancestors. We are in a position of privilege regardless of how we look at it and remaining complicit at times like these only puts us in a position of support. This is not the time to remain neutral.”

A woman’s studies professor at Clark University, attending a baseball game at Fenway Park declined to clap as a veteran was honored, cringed when the American flag was unfurled, and would not stand when the rest of the crowd did so to sing “America the Beautiful.” This was her personal way of protesting the patriarchy and what she calls “militarized, masculinity-heroism patriotism.” Trust me, it gets worse. Cynthia Enloe goes on to claim that these displays of honoring our service men and women, or as Enloe puts it, "militarized, masculinity-heroism patriotism,” only exists to remind women in the audience that they are inferior. “Women are popularly expected to be grateful to men and to the masculinized state for offering them militarized protection. Sentimentality, entertainment, appreciation and gratitude, each are routinely gendered to the extent that all four can be mobilized to serve masculinized militarized patriotism and patriarchy will be perpetuated.”

The University of Texas-Austin removed statues of three Confederate figures in the middle of the night as their continued presence would run “counter to the university’s core values,” UT President Greg Fenves said he was excited to show off his statue-free accomplishment to the incoming students, providing them with an “open, positive and inclusive learning environment.”

A University of Michigan fraternity announced that it canceled a “Nile”-themed party after a student from the school’s Egyptian Student Association criticized them for cultural appropriation. The event’s facebook page said students could come to the party as a mummy, Cleopatra or King Tut. ESA president Yasmeen Afifi lambasted the fraternity, repeatedly signaling them out for their skin color. “I am the president of the Egyptian student association and these whites don’t know what they got themselves into,” she said. “I will not allow my culture to be appropriated for your entertainment. White people have invaded, stolen, erased, and defaced numerous ancient Egyptian symbols and temples in attempt to claim one of the greatest civilizations as their own. This is much larger than just a party, it is the privilege that led them to think it was remotely okay.” Subsequently the fraternity released a statement apologizing, “We sincerely apologize to anyone who was hurt by the theme choice. We have learned our lesson and will take more precaution in the future when deciding themes for events.”

A group of female high school students wearing “Make America Great Again” hats were repeatedly harassed and threatened with violence while visiting Howard University. The students were on a class trip to Washington D.C, and decided to stop at Howard University for lunch along the way. Howard students quickly took to social media to shame the high schoolers and alert other students of their presence, saying, “who told these lil yt girls they could come to the HU like it was about to be some joke.” In response, another student suggested asking the visitors to “meet you behind south” so she could “beat the f*ck out of them.” The university itself released a statement warning students that “there were visitors on our campus who were wearing paraphernalia that showcased their political support.” Multiple organizations affiliated with the university eventually responded to the incident, though only to soothe and reassure students that the female high schoolers had left campus. “We will take any action necessary to ensure that HU students feel safe and comfortable. This group is no longer on campus.” Meanwhile, the university’s NAACP chapter harshly rebuked the two high schoolers, writing that “Howard University students have no time for white supremacists and neo-nazi sympathizers on campus.”

A dean at George Washington University has a clear message, “Either you challenge the president’s blatant racism, or you are an accomplice to his repugnant views and a detriment to your own sense of personal honor.” “Events in the aftermath of the violence in Charlottesville have made this abundantly clear. For the first time in our history, a Nazi sympathizer occupies the Oval Office,” says dean Reuben Brigety. “If anyone continues to serve Trump without denouncing him, he or she will “have to explain why you chose to silently serve America’s first Nazi-in-chief.”

Students at the University of Pennsylvania have published an open letter calling upon the university to adopt numerous measures to combat “hate speech” on campus. “We are not satisfied that all reasonable preventative action has been taken to protect the wellbeing and physical safety of students at Penn who are not white,” reads the letter. The outrage stemmed from a op-ed co-authored by University of Pennsylvania law professor Amy Wax, who made the reasonable argument that single parenthood, antisocial habits, thug culture and anti-assimilation ideas - prevalent in all races - shouldn’t be embraced in a first world, 21st-century environment. The students replied with numerous demands for the university to censor this “hate speech,” saying if the university does not comply, they will be held responsible for “harming” and “dehumanizing” its “vulnerable students.”

Brown University has announced it will be the recipient of a $30,000 grant from the Association of American Colleges and Universities to address “racial justice.” Two of the initiatives the university is planning are discussion groups for female Muslim students and another for black students. The latter will focus on - wait for it - “issues of colorism.” Well that’s a new one. Initiative leader Janet Cooper Nelson said she hoped to create an “intimate setting” which would provide Muslim women “hospitality, healing and empathy” and holding a dinner for black females will allow participating students to “discuss issues of identity, race, gender and colorism within communities of color.”

Sam Houston State University will offer a course this semester called “Understanding Whiteness” to help students understand “white privilege” and develop “white racial literacy.” “How might white people better understand white privilege and their potential role in dismantling systemic racism?” the description asks. “What is white privilege and how does it apply to you?” ... Let me guess, if you’re white, it applies to you? The many topics the course aims to cover includes “the role of race in one’s life; examination of white racial identity; how whiteness operates within institutional structures; systemic privilege and oppression; key historic events advancing white privilege (global colonization, holocaust); and current dialogues about whiteness in the US.” The course pledges to students that by the end, they will be better white allies, having “developed white racial literacy in acting upon systemic racism.”

Yale University censored a stone work of art on campus depicting an armed Native American and Puritan side by side. The stone carving was edited to cover up the Puritan’s musket, while the Native American’s bow was left as is to spare the students from being exposed to a “hostile environment.” The censorship of the school’s historic stone carving marks one of the first major accomplishments of the newly elected art committee and a win for their “A More Inclusive Yale” campaign. It is unclear why officials decided to cover the musket while leaving the bow untouched, or why they deemed the artwork inappropriate in the first place as there’s been no recorded student complaints.

A Clemson University professor went on quite a rant to voice his contempt for Trump supporters and Republicans. “All trump supporters, nay, all Republicans, are racist scum,” Assistant Professor of Human-Centered Computing Bart Knijnenburg wrote. “This society is aggressively structured to make cis white males succeed, at the expense of minorities.” Additionally, Knijnenburg explicitly endorses the Antifa slogan of ‘punching Nazis,’ “I admire anyone who stands up against white supremacy. Violent or non-violent. This needs to stop, by any means necessary. #PunchNazis”

Students at Stanford University can join a “Disrupting Whiteness” club in an effort to end the “white liberal apathy” and “white privilege” of their peers. “White students must step up to educate themselves and those around them,” the club description states, adding that “white students can and should do a lot more than we currently do in when it comes to race education and anti-racist action.” The group recently attracted attention after they published a document following the Charlottesville riots in which they sought to teach white people how they can “step up,” and to give money “to actual black, brown, and Jewish people.” Micaela Suminski, the group’s leader, says that “every white person can do things to disrupt whiteness and work against these skewed systems,” such as “talking with coworkers, relatives, and friends about implicit bias or the dangers of white supremacy; buying from POC-owned businesses; or donating money.”

University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill on Tuesday protested against a confederate statue on campus known as Silent Sam, chanting “tear it down” and holding signs reading “White People-We Must Own Our Racism.” At one point the event became heated when a male protester was detained by police, prompting the crowd to chant “cops and Klan go hand in hand.” Protesters then surrounded the police van the man was held in, chanting “let him go” repeatedly. As the protest continued into the night, it migrated to streets near campus, and the loonies chanted: “Hey hey, ho ho, this racist statue has got to go.” They finally gave up, not before vandalizing the statue first, of course.

San Francisco State University plans to launch a “Black Unity Center” this fall to provide black students with an “intersectional, afrocentric environment.” The creation of the center stemmed from student protesters who “were feeling unsupported on campus,” according to the director of the center. Black students protested and accused the school of “failing to address their needs” and ultimately listed a set of demands, one of them was creating a Black Student Center. As a result the administration along with faculty did as they were told, now the demands have been met, the university’s president, Les Wong, proudly affirms a “commitment to diversity and social justice.”

Two professors, one from Purdue University and the other from Stanford University, are assembling a "Campus Antifascist Network" (CAN) to serve as a “big tent” for “anyone committed to fighting fascism” with the goal of confronting groups it considers fascist and “driving racists off campuses.” “Since Trump’s election, fascists, neo-fascists, and their allies have used blatantly Islamophobic, anti-semitic, racist, misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic, and ableist messaging and iconography to recruit to their ranks and intimidate students, faculty, and staff,” the professors write, adding that CAN will “build large, unified demonstrations against fascists on campuses.” “The time to take action is now.”

A professor at the University of Massachusetts-Boston wants business professors to engage in more “intellectual activism” to promote “social justice.” Alessia Contu urges business professors to join the fight by adopting an activist stance in the classroom, which she calls a “form of political work” inspired by “black, feminist, critical race scholars.” This activism, she explains, calls upon professors to fight against “white supremacy, hetero-normative patriarchy and environmental exploitation.” While she acknowledges that business schools aren’t exactly known as a hotbed of progressive politics, Contu argues that there are still opportunities for professors to engage in this activism while on the job, such as infusing “intersectionality” into syllabi and asking “radical questions.”

A professor at the University of Minnesota states the concerns of people over illegal immigration’s impact on the U.S are rooted in “racist nativism.” According to Bic Ngo, “As these immigrants are positioned as outsiders and scapegoats for the disorders of US society, whites are constructed as the native population with a legitimate place in the country.” Ngo then takes her argument a step further, claiming Trump’s proposal to build a wall along America’s southern border and improved vetting of visitors from terror-riddled countries, apparently shows Trump “aims to revive the American Dream through an instantiation of whiteness and global isolation.”

Students at the University of Virginia have issued a list of demands that includes racial quotas and mandatory “education” about Thomas Jefferson’s connection to white supremacy. The ultimatum was issued Monday during a rally to “send a message to the university that we demand more from them.” The list begins with a demand that UVA remove Confederate plaques and change the plaque on a Jefferson statue to refer to him as an emblem of white supremacy. They also insist that buildings “named after prominent white supremacists or slaveholders should be renamed after people of marginalized groups.” Other items on the list demand explicit racial quotas for both the faculty and the student body and here’s the funniest one of them all: They demand that the school spends $13,000 on minority students, because - wait for it - one hundred years ago, the KKK gave the school $1000, which would be $13,000 today, so to prove that the school is sorry for its racist history, it must spend the KKK money on its non-white students.

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thatdanishchick · 7 years

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austin, pt 2:

- once again rode a cab, this time bc the bus was misleading, cab driver says he knows where kerbey lane is. 8 minutes later, asks ‘where is it?’

- had pumpkin spice pancakes

- me and brother out on our own shopping, got to talking with the friendliest tie-dye hippie about pink floyd for a handful of minutes

- even though it was a saturday, around campus were these students doing like voluntary work. we were stopped by a few who literally just wanted to give us a cup and a sleeve with the UT logo and colors. no talking about a cause or donation, just ‘here, a cup, have a lovely weekend’

- for those who are unaware, i am all about nail stuff, y’know, polish. my brother joked about me finding some texas themed nail polish on my daily hunt for beauty supplies. very funny, niels, because i walked into a tyler’s and literally the first thing i see is nail polish in the longhorns’ color. also found longhorn nail files

- had the best nachos of my life, unfortunately was not even hungry or brave enough to finish half. i ordered them as a starter, received literally enough nachos to feed two people. asked the waiter if they really were a starter, and also; compliments to the chef, he replied: ‘i guess it’s a very generous starter’. everything’s bigger in texas, even the goodwill of the people

#american adventures #have not met a single unpleasant person either #there are so many nice people out here it's incredible #i only have an issue with the cabs #they drive Recklessly okay #we solved this by renting a car #but still. we have not been on a bus that made sense yet #or been in a cab that wasn't like Need for Speed #so we had to rent a car #new challenge: the american way of traffic is so hard to understand

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Luna, you’re the best. You’re smart, you’re talented, you’re dedicated, you’re creative and caring, a wonderful listener, so much fun to debate with, and the best friend anyone could ever ask for. I’m so grateful for everything you’ve helped me with ever since we started talking; I respect your resolve. You’re unique and amazing, and I’m so, so sorry this is happening to you.

I won’t go into detail because it’s a complicated story that’s also way too long, but I’ve sort of felt that way before too (thinking it might be better if I just disappeared/wishing I didn’t exist/feeling worthless). It sucks.

I don’t know if this’ll help, but just know that I’m always here to listen if you need it. You can Email me (though I guess that’s probably not an option lol) or just, like, I don’t know, maybe post something on the blog like ‘Evans can we talk’ and I’ll definitely see it and respond because I stalk this place 24/7 (Evans is a creep please don’t encourage her). I’ve also been considering finally getting a tumblr so maybe we’ll be able to PM each other sometime.

There’s absolutely nothing to apologize for. It’s really brave to talk about stuff like this (I never can). And if there’s any way I can help, please, let me know.

(Also, funny story (it’s actually gross and is basically just Evans whining about stuff):

I know from experience that stomach-related sicknesses suck. When I first started taking swimming lessons I was an idiot with zero stamina who could barely swim halfway across the pool without coming up for air, so needless to say, I ended up gulping a ton of water (especially since my teacher didn’t go easy on me; mom told her not to because I’m a sloth and I usually won’t do any exercise on my own besides simple stretches and some walking/running). I mean, the water in swimming pools is usually a bit disgusting, and it’s even worse where I take lessons because it’s a pretty old place and I don’t think it gets cleaned that often… so not only did accidentally swallowing it trigger my clean-freak senses, I also ended up with a terrible stomachache. I thought it was fine, that it would pass. But then I got a fever and every other thing I ate made me feel like someone was twisting my intestines from the inside, I couldn’t even lie down and rest for a sec because whenever I moved or tried to change positions it got even worse ;p; (also my mom never let it go, she kept jokingly 'reminding’ me that water from a swimming pool is not something you should drink after I started swimming again. I guess I kinda deserved it, though. I was an idiot))

That sounds so lovely <3 I’d really love to go visit Norway myself sometime, though I’ll probably have to wait a few years (my mom has back problems that make it painful for her to stay in one position for too long, so long plane/car rides are a huge no). And oooh if you have any good pictures I’d love to see them :D

Thanks, I’m glad I managed to explain my shipping reasons (like it’s so hard to properly talk about why I ship stuff sometimes XD)! I would give anything to have you join me in Stoki hell so let me just recommend basically the entire Remember This Cold series (it’s angsty as heck so proceed with caution…there are bits of humor and fluff in there, though, and then some extremely rare (almost) pure fluff fics. Like the one where Steve wants to propose but is a nervous bean because Loki’s a PRINCE and he wants to make it perfect). I’ll also try to find some more good fics later becase I can’t remember any titles right now ^^;;

YES ANOTHER T'CHALLA FAN I adore this guy (also I feel like he has a really cool voice. Not really sure why, it just sounds so nice). I really respect him for his attitude towards Steve and Bucky after he figures out Bucky’s not the real murderer, and how he later stops letting his anger towards his father’s killer consume him.

We’ll fangirl over the Black Panther movie together when it comes out, won’t we *schwing*

(right after I wrote 'schwing’ I got this mental image of Hisoka having his glowing, expolsive schwing moments after seeing T'Challa. And then Hisoka schwinging in theater while watching MCU movie fight scenes. Why am I like this)

I can draw, but I don’t know how to animate so these memes will never be a thing ;-; it’s so sad, I’ve got everything planned out…everytime eyes are mentioned the screen zooms in on Illumi’s eyes (yes even when Illumi’s not in the song because he’s a Zoldyck assassin, you can’t keep him out) and the word 'eyes’ gets the weird treatment where all these high/low/metallic(?) voices get layered so it sounds like the creepiest thing ever

('History has its eyes on you but it’s actually Illumi’ is both the animatic I want to see the most and the animatic I hope will never be created)

Fun HxH facts I want to let you know about:

Kite (AKA Ging’s student and Gon’s big brother figure) is dead and has been brainwashed into being a weapon/punching bag for his captors. When sunshine angel Gon meets the new Kite he lets Kite beat him up and then hugs him, promising to save him (THE FEEEEEEELSS)

Forgot to mention this about Chrollo, but when Kurapika killed one of his troupe (a guy named Uvogin), Chrollo acted all cool and never really talked about Uvo…

but then he had the rest of the troupe murder 2000 mafiosi guarding a building they were trying to get into, and while watching the chaos from afar, listening to their enemy’s screams, he started waving his hands as if conducting an orchestra…

“Uvogin-san. Can you hear it? This requiem we’re dedicating to you.”

(jeez Chrollo we know you’re extra but you can’t just murder 2000 people and play a funeral march with their cries of horror every time you lose a subordinate)

Lastly: There’s a new character named Knuckle who’s like the HxH version of Metal Bat. He is the sweetest cinnamon roll. I love him. I’ll send you a pic later

So um did you hear the news about Hinami

(Queen Luna cosplaying Maka(? or any of the other three MCs)…omg that sounds so awesome)

*facepalm* ok WHOOPS I actually read about that on the SE wiki a while ago. How did I forget about it

Yep! It was so good <33 (Lizzy looks so graceful and pretty I can’t even) I actually found the whole movie on YT but just watched the parts I was really looking forward to seeing animated, like UT’s fight scene, Seb getting stabbed, the rest of the Midford family…(Francis’ hair shocked me. Idk how to feel about it. At first I thought it made her look like an old lady, but then, the more I look at it, the prettier it gets…like, it’s actually a really nice design, but I guess I got too used to manga!Francis lol)

Light is the trash GOD.

(hope you get to read the light novel! As far as I know it’s got a TON of L and Naomi in it so it might make you feel better :D)

Oh yeah, I get what you mean. Light’s reasoning/views on the justice system probably connects a lot to the culture and social issues of Japan at the time.

DN’s probably still one of the easier-to-adapt mangas out there, though, since the themes of justice and questioning the idea of 'greater good’ is something anyone can relate to (and they still botched it, I’m very salty about this and you can’t stop me ;-; even with how terrible Ryuk and Rem looked in them, the Japanese movies were WAY better, and it’s actually pretty rare that Japan makes a good live-action movie from a manga or anime. Apparently the TG movie that came out this year was pretty good too, though :D).

(I apparently somehow accidentally erased the part where I mentioned I actually read HCs/theories about Japanese-American Light on tumblr somewhere….that’s what got me thinking about it.

I agree though, seeing how different cultures would change Light’s character would be very interesting.)

The lack of potato chips doomed the entire Keikaku from the start.

I can see you being similar to Pearl too! I think I’m maybe a bit like Lapis…or possibly Connie. Or maybe Blue Diamond because I also cry way too much (but then again BD actually has a reason to be miserable so)

Those are both cool gems<3 and yeah, they’re both really pretty :D

I was talking about gem 'roles’ back on Homeworld, though ^^;; like, how Pearls are considered servants or pretty accessories, Diamonds are leaders, fusions like Garnet are outcasts, Rubies are 'dumb muscle’, Sapphires are valuable prophets, Peridots are tech experts, Jaspers are soldiers…sorry, I should’ve been more specific OTL

I’d probably be a Pearl lol. I could see myself being a Peridot and being scared to death without a Quartz soldier to guard me but I’m not good with any kind of technology so nah.

And sorry for asking weird questions, I forgot it’s been a while since you watched the show ^^;;

Hey, don’t feel bad about slow replies! Like I said before, I seriously don’t mind as long as you’re ok :D and I’m so glad I’ve managed to help.

('a friend I appreciate’ *ugly sobbing* thank you)

Did someone say suffering?

*'Remember That We Suffered’ plays in the background*

DID THE QUEEN JUST SAY 'Goals’ ABOUT SOMETHING I MADE OMG I’M FREAKING OUT TYSM

Ayyy I’m so glad you liked them! (The Hide pic was painted with the intent to kill)

(last thing:

I’m sorry, this is probably really creepy, but I ended up telling my mom about you because she asked who I was talking to (she knows I have internet friends and has seen me writing messages before). Since I’m only 13 she worries about the people I talk (she knows all my friends on ao3) so I told her some small things like your age, that you’re from Croatia, that you play the piano too and that you mentioned having a sister.

I’m really, really sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, mom just worries a lot and she likes to hear about my friends (like, she worries for my safety on the internet so she has to ask me some basic things about the people I talk with, and when she knows I have a good friend on the internet she sometimes wants to hear if my relationship with them is ok). I’d never tell her something really private but sometimes she wants to talk and I know she worries for me so I do tell her small, random details from our convos.

if you’re uncomfortable with that, though, I’ll stop. Again, I’m so sorry about this.)

And after two weeks of silence, the species finally shows some signs of life. ;-;

I’m totally not crying. I’ve said this so many times and you’re probably getting annoyed, but I have no idea what I did to deserve you in my life. You’re actually the only person I’d told about my current mental state at that time, and I’m so glad you didn’t freak out or just write it away as me overreacting (like my mom did), and it means so so so much to me. Truly, thank you for being here for me. (And not giving up on me, considering how long my replies take ;-;)

I’m here for you as well, though, so if you’re ever feeling down, you can message me ^^

Oh, it’d be cool if you’d get a tumblr! I can guarantee my replies would be faster then, since the messages would show up in my notifications...

Also, to brighten things up a little, this is how I picture you at the beginning of the message:

Oh god that sounds disgusting XD And perfectly describes why I don’t wanna do swimming as a sport. Are you still swimming? It’d be cool if you were, cause it’s a really beautiful sport imo.

That’s unfortunate... Hopefully you’ll be able to visit it someday ^^

Tbh considering the shit I unironically ship sometimes, no ship is weird enough to be unexplainable. Name a single reason why you ship it, and it’s valid in my eyes. Heck, it can be ‘they look good together’ and I’ll say ‘makes sense’. Y’know why? Because I’m one of those ppl who will ship it if they so much as look at each other.

ok fun fact: I’ve loved T’Challa since I was like 8, because every summer, there would be a weekly publication of superhero comics, and Black Panther was almost always there, and I was a nerd even then, so I’d always buy them. Other than Spiderman, Black Panther was my favourite superhero.

Lololol I need the HxH Cast watching MCU movies. Oh yeah, I found this a while ago and immediately thought of you:

Amazing... If you ever learn to animate, please send me a link, because I will pay money to see that. Just. I’m not even into HxH, but I’d give up a lot to see the crossover XD

Ouch, that seems like a lot of feels... Seriously I have no idea where you get the mental strength to read to many angsty moments...

um, yeah... i have actually... but um, she’s alive, right?

Turns out I gave my skirt I’d used to charity, so until i find a replacement, I can’t take any pics... well, at least i can grow my hair out to Maka’s length till that happens XD

I adore the movie, seriously, the animators did such an amazing job with it, especially the most important scenes. BUT HECK; WHEN WILL WE FIND OUT WHAT OUR CIEL’S NAME IS?? It’s been hinted that it’s quite unusual, BUT THAT MAKES IT EVEN HARDER HNNNGH

Oh yeah, I’m gonna find that novel even if it kills me, because I need the L.

lol I still haven’t forgiven the movie adaptation of Avatar the Last Airbender. It was so bad that most people (including me are denying its existence). I might watch Death Note some time soon, so I can judge it for myself tbh...

Of course, the chips were a vital part of the Keikaku... No wonder it didn’t succeed...

No worries! It’s not your fault! Tbh, i dont think id even reached that part when I was watching it, so it’s interesting to hear all the roles... Aw, you’d be an adorable Peridot ^^

Tbh ‘friend that I appreciate’ doesn’t even begin to describe how precious you are to me. You’re the first online friend I made and the first person I told about my mental state, so honestly, you’re one of the people I feel closest to...

Nah, I don’t find it creepy at all!! Seriously, I sometimes tell my parents about people I talk to, so I’ve mentioned well ^^ It’s your choice what/who you’ll talk about ^^

#evans #submission

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