#western civ notes

[er-cryptid]

#studyblr #notes #history #history notes #historyblr #world history #world history notes #western civ #western civ notes #western civilization #western civilization notes #western civ 1 #western civilization 1 #western civ 1 notes #western civilization 1 notes #anthropology #anthropology notes

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Now It's Always Summertime

History Professor!Reader x Student!Natasha Romanoff x Student!Wanda Maximoff

Summary: You're just trying to get your thoughts together for the upcoming semester, but there are a few distractions.

Word Count: 850

Warnings: Mentions of getting high, student professor relationship, age gap everyone is over 18.

A/N: I watched a Tik Tok that had the right vibes and this came to mind so here you go. A little treat.

You poured the black liquid from your stove top coffee maker into your glass mug. Your favorite mug with a world map on it. The steam bellowed from both the maker and your now full mug. The overhead lights of the office were off leaving the strings of fairy lights that adorned the bookshelves behind you and the warm glow of your desk lamp as the only sources of light. A Golden pothos falling over the sides of the shelves like waterfalls.

The leather bound notebook sat on your desk with coffee ring stains from setting your mug atop of the blank page. You always thought it gave the page character when one found its way to a page. You transferred your thoughts from the newest edition of the history text book you received for this upcoming semester. 

Going over your previous semesters lesson plan and improving on it with the new text book in mind. You taught a few different classes and with the short summer semester coming to an end only to pick back up. Before you'd have time to do anything it would be Autumn with a chill in the air worthy of the hot cup you sipped on.

A knock against the open doorframe brought you from your thoughts. Looking up over your glasses, hair slipping past your ear as your head moved. Your two favorite students stood in your doorway, Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff. Neither were history majors, but you seem to have captured their attention as they've now taken two of your classes. Your Western Civ I class along with your Mythology class. The two were already in your schedule for the Fall semester for Western Civ II and Wanda somehow snuck her way into your Norse mythology class. 

“What can I do for you girls?” You asked setting your pen down and picking up your mug, refilling it once more before taking a sip. The two girls stepped in and closed the door behind them. Natasha coming around to beside you and looking at the notes you took. 

“Is this for next semester?” The redheaded Russian asked as her finger ran over the words, a small smudge coming at the bottom where the fresh ink resided. You took her hand in your own after setting the mug down. Much like a mother would you licked one of your own fingers and used it to wipe the mark away on her finger.

“It is and I'd appreciate if my notes could stay intact. My thoughts are jumbled enough without you smudging them Tasha.” You looked up at the red head with a smirk plastered on your face and hers adorned a blush as Wanda came to your other side arms wrapping around your shoulders. 

“We wanted to know if we could help you with anything?” You felt her breath on the shell of your ear. Your attention moving from the Russian to the Sokovian. 

“I'm sure you two could be studying for your finals instead of coming to ask if I need help.” You raised an eyebrow to the brunette, the smirk still on your face as her forehead found your cheek. 

“Need some stress relief.” She murmured against you making a chuckle bubble up from your chest. Wanda let out a whine in protest of your chuckle. 

“Well she needs a stress relief. I'm getting high later.” Your head spun back to the redhead. 

“Without me? Rude.” Natasha started laughing along with you.

“Well I can bring it if you say we can come over tonight and then we can all have a good time.” Natasha wiggled her eyebrows and tugged on your hand that was still in hers. Another whine falling past Wanda's lips is what made you give in. 

“Okay. Okay you two can come over. We'll get high and have some stress relief from finals for everyone's sake.” Both girls became excited at the thought of getting to come over. 

You lived a ways away from campus so you never worried about anyone seeing the girls come over since the three of you started up this throuple of yours at the beginning of the summer semester. 

The classes were smaller and the two girls had already caught your eye. Since neither was a history major you figured once they got their history credits you'd never see them again. The campus was huge and the history building was nowhere near where these two spent the rest of their day. Yet when you saw their names once more you knew you had to say something. So as the old saying goes; one thing led to another and here we are. 

You wrapped and arm around Wanda, pulling her into your lap where her face now buried its away into the crook of your neck. Natasha just leaned against you. More than content to have you against her stomach. You never thought this is where you'd be when you started teaching here, but you couldn't be more happy, more full, more loved than you are with these two in your life.

#ley writes #ley speaks #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x female #black widow #student!wanda #student!natasha #professor!reader #professor!au

[greenhouse-studies]

Day 31 • 100 Days of Productivity

i got a new desk for my home office! well, it’s actually my moms home office, but she only uses it sometimes and i use it every day sooo… anyway, i convinced her to get a new desk because i just could not fit both my textbooks and my notebooks on it which makes note taking so hard! and so we got the desk!

other than that, it’s been a chill day for me. i organized my notion to-do’s for the next week and printed out my essay for peer review tomorrow in english! excited for the next week, though i’ve got some studying to do - i have a short exam due sunday for ethics and i have a midterm next week for western civ

🎶 poet - bastille 🎶

#studyspo #studyblr #100 days of productivity #100dop #collegeblr #studying #study #inspiration #greenhouse.txt #uniblr #universityblr #college #uni #university #college student #uni student #university student #student #student life #notion #studystudystudy #studyblr community #study inspo #study inspiration #study motivation #motivation

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

New Rule: The War on the West | Real Time with Bill Maher

New Rule: For all the progressives and academics who refer to Israel as an "outpost of Western civilization" like it's a bad thing, please note: Western civilization is what gave the world pretty much every goddamn liberal precept that Liberals are supposed to adore.

Individual liberty, scientific inquiry, rule of law, religious freedom, women's rights, human rights, democracy, trial by jury, freedom of speech. Please somebody, stop us before we Enlighten again.

And since one can find all these concepts in today's Israel and virtually nowhere else in the Middle East, if anything, the world would be a better place if it had more Israels.

Of course, this message falls on deaf ears to the current crop who reduce everything to being only victims or victimizers, so Israel is lumped in as the toxic fruit of the victimizing West. The irony being that all marginalized people live better today because of western ideals, not in spite of them.

Martin Luther King used Henry David Thoreau's essay "Civil Disobedience" to help shape the Civil Rights Movement. The UN's Universal Declaration of Human Rights owes its core to Rousseau and Voltaire. Kleisthenes never showed up for a sexual harassment seminar, but without him there's no democracy. The cop who murdered George Floyd got 21 years for violating his Fourth Amendment rights, an idea we got directly from John Locke, who no one in college would ever study anymore because he's so old, and so white, and so dead, and so Western.

Yes, that's how simple the Woke are. It's never about ideas. If it was, would they be cheering on Hamas for their liberation? Liberation? To do what? More freely preside over a country where there are no laws against sexual harassment, spousal rape, domestic violence, homophobia, honor killings or child marriage. This is who liberals think you should stand with? Women there should be so lucky as to get colonized by anybody else.

And for the record, the Jews didn't "colonize" Israel or anywhere ever, except maybe Boca Raton. Gaza wasn't seized by Israel like India or Kenya was by the British Empire. And the partitioning of the region wasn't decided by Jews, but by a vote of the United Nations in 1947 with everyone from Russia to Haiti voting for it. But apparently, they don't teach this at Drag Queen Story Hour anymore.

Now it is true that for too long we didn't study enough Asian or African or Latin American history. But part of the reason for that is, frankly, there's not as much to study. Colleges replaced courses in Western Civ -- boo! Eyeroll! Dead white men, am I right? -- they replace that with World Civilization classes, which is fine in theory, but what it meant in practice is you read queer poetry of the African diaspora instead of Shakespeare. And I'm sure there's value in both, but as usual, America only ever overcorrects.

And so, we're at this place now where the words "western civ" became kind of a shorthand for "white people ruined everything." But they didn't ruin everything. No, they didn't live up to their own ideals for far too long and committed atrocities. But people back then were all atrocious, not just the white ones depending on who had the power.

But it was the western Enlightenment that gave rise to the notion that the law of the jungle should be curbed. Henry David Thoreau. John Stewart Mill. Ralph Waldo Emerson. Jean-Jacques Rousseau. Three-named dudes. It was all about three-named dudes. Three-named dudes like that were the OG social justice warriors. The ideas that came through Athens, Rome, London, Paris, and yes Philadelphia, are what make life good for most people in free societies today. That the individuals have value, and even the powers that be must submit to the rule of law. That punishment should not be cruel and unusual. That accused people get a trial. That there is such a thing as a war crime.

Why is it that every other culture gets a pass, but the West is exclusively the sum of the worst things it's ever done? You think only white people colonized? Historians estimate that the very non-western Mr Genghis Khan killed 40 million people, and that was in the 13th century. He single-handedly may have reduced the world's population by 11%. On the other hand, he kind of made up for it, because he was such a prolific colonizer of vaginas that today an estimated 16 million people are his direct descendants.

So, stop saying "western civilization" like it's a contradiction in terms. It's not. You're thinking of "moderate Republican."

==

The people who snarl "western civilization" went to elite universities with air conditioning where they used their MacBook Pros and iPhones on extensive Wi-Fi networks.

#Bill Maher #Real Time with Bill Maher #liberalism #liberal values #the enlightenment #western enlightenment #western civilization #victimhood culture #victimhood #intersectionality #intersectional activism #intersectional religion #cult of intersectionality #religion is a mental illness

[twinkle-with-stars]

Forever

Even Death won’t hide the poor fugitive forever; on Doomsday he will learn he must live forever. Is that nectar the cry of the desert prophets? See angels pour the Word through a sieve forever. On the gibbet Hallaj cried I Am the Truth. In this universe one dies a plaintive forever. When parents fall in love with those blond assassins, their children sign up for Western Civ forever. With a brief note he quit the Dead Letter Office— O World, they’ve lost Bartleby’s missive forever. Am I some Sinai, Moses, for lightning to char? See me solarized, in negative forever. In the heart’s wild space lies the space of wilderness. What won’t one lose, what home one won’t give forever! A perfect stranger, he greeted herself in joy— Not to be Tom, how lovely—she said—I’m Viv forever! Jamshed, inventor of wine, saw the world in his cup. Drink, cried his courtiers, for he won’t live forever. He lives by his wits, wears blue all day, stars all night. Who would have guessed God would be a spiv forever? Will the Enemy smile as I pass him on the street? I’m still searching for someone to forgive forever. As landscapes rise like smoke from their eyes, the blind hear God swear by the fig and the olive forever. The Hangman washes his hands, puts his son to sleep. But for whom, come dawn, he’s decisive forever? Alone in His Cave—His Dance done—He’s smeared with ash. The Ganges flows from the head of Shiv forever. You’ve forgiven everyone, Shahid, even God— Then how could someone like you not live forever?

- Agha Shahid Ali

This. Is. Beautiful.

I didn't know much about him so I read a bit about the poet too and wow he definitely has some good works, how well he explains the kashmir situations ✨.

Thanks for sending this Daisy dove💗

( don't ask me where this Nick name came from I felt the urge to just say it and I did💀)

#soo beautiful #poetry #sweet moots #my asks

[jadejemdoesstuff]

third western civ class without my class crush. devastated, but i must go on (and write good notes so i can send them to her).

[jinn-mori]

Doing art history notes right now and this nagging feeling just won't stop bugging me. I'm doing my notes from what's in the textbook and there's this persistent feeling of not being good enough.

Not with note-taking, but I think with academics. The thing is, the only subject I'm doing bad at is math. Art History and Western Civ I'm good with and I feel like I'm good with German. But maybe it's because I did math late at night when it's not good to do stuff like that late at night because it's the end of the day and I can't regulate my emotions as well so I end up crying because I'm not meeting some invisible standard of perfection.

But to quote from Bleach's Mayuri Kurotsuchi, there's no such thing as perfection. I know that, but what you know and feel won't always ine up. I want to have what I know and feel line up with each other.

If my grades aren't good, I could lose my scholarship. And you know the whole joke about college in America. I wonder if I try at math, will it be good enough to make this nagging feeling go away? How do I get it to go away? I know I'm not perfect and should simply give it my best, but what is my best if not what is seen as academically perfect or damn close to it?

People go around talking about how they want to be gifted when, coming from a former gifted kid, you don't. Sure, you're smart, but you set impossible expectations and people praise you for being a stellar human being but God forbid you mess up or make a mistake and suddenly they see you different.

See you as lesser for making a C. Seventh grade, I got a C on a math test and was so scared about my mom learning I made a C that I started crying and had to go out of class to calm down. A kid shouldn't be scared of a letter on a paper to the point of crying and yet I was.

I want to make mistakes without being scared of making them.

#vent #jinn's life

[theacademyclassic]

3544-Western Civ Paper 8

Two very distinct ways to write papers: 1) read research thoroughly and arrange the notes into an argument and 2) create an argument and find research to backup whatever stuff you say. One is more time-efficient than the other, so, sadly, it’s the one that gets followed.

[cornflower-shrew]

It's Strange.

Scrolling my homepage on this site reminds me of late nights as a 14-year-old on my school laptop when I was supposed to be writing my western civ notes, reading quotes from poets I'd later fall in love with as a college student and laughing at Supernatural GIF collections my friends had sent me.

This space reminds me of the way the world was open to me, before I had made any real decisions or gone down any real, established paths. I'm now sitting here with a degree in creative writing and looking down the barrel of an MPH while teetering between the fields of academia and labor law. I miss the way the world felt so wide open. I learned about how wide open it could be from this site - I saw people on my feed reaching for heights I hadn't dreamed were possible, hadn't understood were always within my reach.

This space reminds me a lot of my own innocence, but it also reminds me of my ignorance. My bad takes. My embarassing posts that I hit sent on with my whole chest. And now as I'm looking for accounts to follow to rebuild that space on my new page, I'm seeing these blogs run by people who are the age I was when I made those mistakes. And... I don't know, it's strange to be looking at it from the other side.

This isn't to say I objectively know better. Rereading the previous paragraph it sounds condescending as hell. I think it's just that when you're 20, 26 doesn't feel very far away, but looking back down the ladder at 20 from where I am today feels like four lifetimes ago. Almost literally - I could probably label each of the lives I've lived since then.

In a way, this post is a little homecoming celebration for me. I'm back - for whatever creative spirit I found here all those years ago. But I'm back differently. I'm an entirely different person than I was back then, and I do wonder if I'll find those same things. I wonder if I'll find those same connections - if the people on the other side still mesh with the version of myself that I am today, or if I will find these words in a few months with nothing on top but some virtual dust. Who knows.

All I know right now is that I'm going to give it a shot and see where I end up. See how this space inspires and influences and gently directs me toward whatever new path feels right for me. Maybe it'll play a big role, maybe it'll play no role at all - only time will tell. For now, I'm just going to go with it.

Here's to this new year, to this new set of decisions - to this next new path I am marking out for myself.

#to new beginnings #marking this path

[myownprivatcidaho]

man the workload i have this semester is so bad im so so tired i cant do this like my anxiety is amped as hell i havent had regular panic attacks in a while but just thinking about deadlines has me with heart palpitations and i can hardly focus its 15 fucking credit hours and 4 schools im applying to plus fucking application essays and asking for letters of recommendation and then fucking acting and reading a whole ass screenplay and doing analysis and shit im literally breaking down i legitimately just cant do all this at once i Cannot fit it all into my schedule

#like i dont want to kms #im probably gna see if i can switch western civ classes to a different prof #this ones cool but the workload is WAY too much man #like. 100 page chapters 1 ch a week 40 study guide questions with the note 'you should be able to write 250-300 words for each question' #and those arent turned in but theres a collaborative doc everyone has to choose 9 questions a unit to answer for others to see #and THAT submission is graded #plus 6 essays due throughout the semester #plus weekly discussion boards with their OWN reading material PLUS a summary due the next day on said discussion #i cant do this #i might even see if theres an online class i could switch to bc online history classes arent too bad #and thats just ONE class #theres 2 more with extensive reading plus discussions and essays and blah blah blah blah #PLUS fucking lab hours for one lf my classes abd did i MENTION. THE FUCKING TRANSFER. APPLICATIONS. #this is too much man #ill have to ask an advisor if thats an ok option to switch to a different course section #like that shld be fine im pretty sure but. OUGH #anyways man #and like only 2 of my 5 profs are clear and consistent with due dates so the rest i have to keep track of #otherwise they sneak up on me which happens anyways but im TRYING to keep that horseshit to a minimum #anyways #sia vents #anxiety mention //

[er-cryptid]

Achilles and Homeric Values

-- Homer’s work emphasized the protection of one’s pride and one’s family and property

-- Achilles was the fiercest warrior on the Greek side

-- he stopped fighting because his pride was wounded, as a king refused to give him his war prize

-- Homer wrote Odysseus as pure, Hector as good, but Achilles was the most human

-- Achilles’ lover Patroclus sees the Greeks are demoralized

-- Patroclus puts on Achilles’ armor and leads the Greeks

-- Patroclus dies at Hector’s hand

-- this enraged Achilles      -- his lover killed      -- Trojans thought they could kill him      -- his honor and family assaulted

-- Achilles fights again

-- he calls out Hector

-- Hector dies

-- Achilles desecrates his body

#history #historyblr #history notes #world history #world history notes #western civ #western civ notes #western civilization #western civilization notes #western civ 1 #western civilization 1 #western civ 1 notes #western civilization 1 notes #studyblr #achilles #patroclus #hector #prince hector #homeric values #homer #iliad #the iliad

[buddienights]

for @evanbucxley this is not the whole thing but it is perhaps a beginning. Based on this post

When he first notices, it’s by accident.

The thing is, Buck isn’t really supposed to be in a 100-level mythology class. He’s a senior. And not even just a senior, he’s technically a “non traditional” senior on account of the whole…getting kicked out of his first four year, and then out of community college, and then coming back to a new school here in LA at the “non traditional” age of 22. Whatever, he’s got a whole rant about that he can drop on a dime, because really who the fuck has ever had their life figured out at 18?

Definitely not a single one of the actual children in the 100-level class he’s in, here in this massive lecture hall. The thing is, it counts as a western civ credit, which his advisor had helpfully informed him he was missing, and which he had to take in order to graduate the following semester.

In any case, it’s a 100-level survey course in mythology that grades only on two tests — midterm and final — and it’s not at 8 am (8:30 but he’ll take what he can get) and the TA? Is a grad student which makes him somewhere around Buck’s age, and he’s just stupid hot and pretty to listen to.

So maybe the reason Buck opens Grindr in class a few weeks into the semester is to just…see. If there’s even the slightest chance. He’s not gonna do anything about it while he’s “please just call me Eddie”s student. And so while Eddie’s off on a slightly distracted, off topic tangent about Catullus, Buck opens the app.

He filters past all the 18 year old kids around him because yikes and there, to his absolute delight, is Eddie. And he’s shirtless and holding a kitten in the picture which is just…gratuitous. And Buck wants to lick him, which he thinks is a perfectly reasonable response to those abs.

But he’s currently Eddie’s student and although Buck has never been noted for having an over abundance of good sense and timing when it comes to hookups, he’s slightly better than that.

He does, however, send Eddie a winky face emoji. Just to, y’know, save him for later.

#ta grindr au #sorry I have never actually used grindr my apologies if I misrepresented app functionality #911fic #buddie #buddienights writes

[forsworned]

a mutually arranged attachment. (yoriichi tsugikuni x reader)

+warnings. none in this chapter

+word count. 4.9k

+categories. f/m

+chapters. one three four five six seven eight nine ten

+relationships. modern college student au! yoriichi tsugikuni x f!reader

+characters. mitsuri kanroji, shinobu kocho, yoriichi tsugikini (obvi), muichiro tokito

+author’s note. there may of may not be mistakes but more than likely there is. if you know me you know i don't proofread for shit so just put up with me or don't lol enjoy !

+summary. when socially anxious [name] finally gets partnered up with the most mysterious heart throb in class she begins to learn that he is more than what the eye meets. she is pulled into his world and captivated by his beauty and boyish charm, but she soon learns that he is hiding secrets she is not yet ready to hear...

『© do not steal/repost my work w/o permission』

『♡』 chapter two: study date minus the date

The day seemed to drag on as you daydreamed about what your meeting with Yoriichi would be like. You imagined it would probably be mundane and straight to the point, but then your mind took a rather more--romantically expressive turn. The cliche trope of your hands touching. The longing puppy love looks when the other wasn't looking and then him tucking your hair behind your ear before leaning down to--

"Earth to [name]." A high pitched voice called out as they waved their dainty hand in front of your face. You blinked back a couple of times before reality hit you again. You were still sitting in your chemistry class with your friends who were your current groupmates working on another boring lab.

"Were you even listening to the professor? You need to record the weight every trial, meaning we are not doodling hearts and stars." You looked at the ravenette in a dazed fashion before gazing down at your lab and sure enough your bottom half of the page was covered in little hearts and stars. Your eyes squinted at the "YT + [your initials]" in a tiny heart.

"Did you seriously write your initials with his?" Shinobu's breath was creeping at the crook of your neck and you quickly covered your page embarrassed you would let your guard down so easily. Your cheeks were now pink with agitation as your friend laughed at you.

"Shut up." You mumbled putting your head on the lab table.

"Aw, do you have a crush [name]? That is so cute!" Mitsuri gushed at you.

"Kill me."

"Yes, and it’s on that cute guy with the long hair we saw at the cafe that one time.” Shinobu sang much to your annoyance.

”Oh, the one with the red at the ends?”

”That’s the one.”

”How do you even know that?” You winced at them, wondering how in the world they knew about him.

Shinobu gave you a knowing look as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “We literally saw you staring at him last week when we were on break and then he caught you.”

You were visibly ashamed. “I-I wasn’t staring!”

“You totally were.”

“Was not.”

”Was too.”

You rolled your eyes as you groaned. Once Shinobu and Mitsuri knew you had a crush on someone it was game over. They would ask you for updates all the time. There was really no escaping their torture. They would want to know every detail because it was rare for you to have crushes. You were a very picky person when it came to liking someone. You sometimes would question why you had such high standards for men, but it has helped you waste less time on the ones that weren’t worth it.

”Soooo,” Shinobu had her finger intertwined under her chin as her elbows rested on the table. Her mischievous smile was really starting to irk you. You ignored her and began to record the weight on the scale and then erased your little doodles.

”C’mon, [name]. Please tell us more about him!” Mitsuri’s eyes were practically twinkling as she gave you her best puppy dog eyes. You sighed as you placed your mechanical pencil down.

”His name is Yoriichi Tsugikuni. He is in my Western Civ class and we got partnered up for a research project. I am meeting him at 3:15 today in that little cafe that’s right across campus.” Your voice was monotone and even as you spoke, but the girls were practically squealing with joy.

“Oh my God! You’re seeing him today? By yourself?!” Mitsuri was covering her mouth to hide her excitement but failed. She looked like she was going to start foaming at the mouth any moment now.

"You have to update us every fifteen minutes." Shinobu stated as she began another trial with a conniving grin on her face. Her ability to multi task was beyond you. She was stellar at almost anything she did. Chem, bio, anatomy you name it. You expected nothing less from a pre-med major.

"Yes, yes. Your wish is my command." You said sarcastically as you leaned your chin on your palm. You really couldn't wait for you to enjoy a coffee with Yoriichi in a little cafe. It almost felt like a study date, but like not.

"Are you thinking about how your date is gonna go?" The ravenette teases as she squeezes the pipette into the beaker. You inhale deeply before letting out, causing Mitsuri to giggle.

"It's not a date. We're literally doing a project together."

"So, then why is it off campus in that cute little coffee shop where couples only go to? Hm?"

You were really starting to become vexed by Shinobu's singsongy voice that had an underlying mischevious tone. You grimaced at her. "How should I know? I've never been."

"Ooo! That'll really set the mood for the both of you." You looked over at Mitsuri who was supposed to be recording observations but was instead gushing for the nonexistent budding romance between you and your history partner.

"Honestly, if I have to hear one more word about this I am not going to update either of you on anything that happens." Their faces dropped in unison. "And," you lifted your finger for emphasis that you were indeed being serious. "I will no longer participate in movie nights."

By this time, they looked utterly defeated. "Alright." Shinobu began.

"We'll stop." The rosette sitting beside her finished. You smiled triumphiantly to yourself as you scribbled down the weight you saw on the scale. If hadn't put your foot down when you did they would've never stopped nagging you about your newly found crush. Well, you didn't consider it a crush quite yet. He was just a very good looking guy who happened to sit next to you in class that you just happened to have a research project with. Shout out to Professor Garrison for that.

"So you'll update us?" Shinobu's smile was unchanging. She really does not give up, does she?

"Shinobu..." Mitsuri whispered at her. Her voice was filled with concern. She didn't want your mutual friend ruining anything by trying to poke her head in your business some more when you had clearly drawn a boundary.

"It's okay, Mitsuri. Yes, I will update you, but you need to be more tame or else I will revoke your update priviledges. Got it?"

"Got it!" They exclaimed in unison causing the class and the professor to look in your direction. They went back to doing their original task ignoring the blantantly annoyed looks and whispers about how rowdy you guys get from time to time.

"So, anyways, Mitsuri. Did you record the color change?" Shinobu's voice was drowned out by the loud thoughts in your mind. The rest of class seemed to pass as slow as ever and you were checking your phone way too often for your liking, so you placed it a few feet away from you to avoid it from distracting you.

Bzz.

Your phone lit up and his name was on your text message notifications. You held your breath for a moment and unbeknowst to you it caught Shinobu's eye. She didn't say anything and instead went back to continuing your shared lab.

『Hey are we still on for today @ around 3:15?』

You hadn't noticed your face light up as you unlocked your phone to reply.

『Yeah, I'm about to get out of my class soon. So I'll see you then』

Your two girlfriends wanted oh, so badly, to shriek with excitement, but they didn't want any backlash from you. Because you definitely would punish them in the form of silent treatment. You were notorious for going on days being totally radio silent any time someone had crossed a line you clearly set. That was your personal rule and you were not going to budge on it.

『Great, you know where it is right?』

『It's between that bike repair shop and the 7/11, right?』

『That's the one』

『Perfect, see you soon :)』

『*Yoriichi liked your message*』

You grimaced in annoyance. Why do men have to be so simple. Not that it was a big deal or anything but you would've appreciated an actual response back. With, you know, words.

"Are you almost done, Shinobu?" You asked, not looking up from your phone. You couldn't exactly hide your disappointment, but what did you actually expect? You barely knew each other, so it wasn't something that should've surprised you. No expectations equals no disappointment. You made a mental note of that.

"Mhm, just record this last trial and we should be good to turn it in."

You set your phone down and began to write down the last weight and the three of you shuffled around for a bit trying to copy all your notes on one lab to turn in for the day. As you were all making your way out, you handed your assignments in to your professor but he managed to stop you all before you headed out.

"Let's remember to keep our voices down as other students are working. Okay, ladies?" Your chem professor gave you all a knowing look. You raised your eyebrows at them as they smiled back not wanting to laugh, but instead gave him a "Yes, sir." in response.

"Why does nobody in our class have a personality." You laughed as you adjusted the strap of your bag.

"No, like literally. They're so quiet all the time it kind of drives me cra--Hey isn't that--?" Shinobu gaze is now across the hall and you follow it. It was no mistaking that it was Yoriichi sitting adjacent to where the three of you stood, reading his book with his legs spread out. He was incredibly fixated on it, not paying even the least bit of attention to anything or anyone else around him. His eyes instantaneously fluttered to your gaze and he raised his eyebrows at you, showing that he were surprised to see you there and raised his hand to wave to you.

"I'll see you guys later?" You said as you waved back not even looking at them. They agreed, trying to conceal their giggles but failed miserably as they walked away. You stepped forward as he started to put his book away in his backpack and stood up.

"Hey, I've never seen you around here after my chem class. Do you usually sit here?" Lie. A complete and utter lie that just fell from your lips and into the air. Nearly everday that you would come out of your class, you would see him sitting there in the same spot reading a book that he never seemed to take his eyes off of. You obviously avoided staring at him for too long because then your cover would be blown.

He smiled softly. It was the first time you had the pleasure of seeing it. It made you feel--warm. "Hey, yeah, I'm usually in this same spot for a bit before I go home."

"Oh, nice. Do you have anything else you need to do?"

"No, I'm completely done for the day actually. Did you need to do anything?"

"Nope, I just suggested 3:15 because I usually hang with my friends for a bit before I head back to my apartment."

"Oh, you live on campus?" You smiled a little more when he asked because let's face it, you weren't going to want to talk about your research project the whole time. Leaving room for more casual conversation was more of the path you wanted to go down.

"Yeah, that's how I know where that coffee shop you were talking about is. It's like a few blocks down from my place."

"Oh right," He looked at his watch to check the time. "we should get to the coffee shop. But it must be nice living so close to campus, no?"

"Right, the project." You sighed as you followed his lead, beginning your walk off campus."Yeah, you would think so right? But just knowing you live here out of convenience to go to class is so..."

"Debilitating?" He finished for you with a small smile. Ugh, he was just too cute for words.

"Yes. Very much, yes."

He chuckled at how easily you seemed to agree. "That's why I live a few miles away. I can't stand waking up knowing I am just a two minute walk away from campus."

"Oh, so you keep business and pleasure separate, huh?" It just slipped. You hadn't meant to say it and now that you did you felt like you were being too much too fast.

But instead of you expecting him to be awkward, he just laughed. "Yeah, something like that."

He just never failed to amaze you. His laugh, his smile, his cute boyish charm and the way that he was so intoxicating with you barely knowing him. The thrill laid in how you didn't know him. His enigmatic energy was always surging just tugging at your heart strings and you were begging for more.

"Oh we're already here." You said as you pulled yourself out of your thoughts. You felt like he could almost read your mind and it made you want to avoid any embarrassing intrusive thoughts. He held out the door for you and you quietly thanked him as the aroma of coffee filled your senses.

"I really enjoy coming here. Their coffee is amazing and their almond croissants are so good." He seemed to speaking absent mindedly to you as he shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets. You mentally noted that he was not only an avid coffee drinker but he also loved almond croissants. Not like it mattered necessarily, but still. He was too intriguing for you to not want to learn more about him. I mean for God's sake look at him. You were so consumed by your own thoughts you failed to realize that he was waiting for you to respond. His eyebrow now quirked at you with the crack of an amused smirk on his face.

"You good?"

"Huh?" You blinked back a couple of times and readjusted your eyes. You hadn't noticed that you had been staring at him, again. Your heart thumped out of your chest as you laughed nervously. "Yeah, my bad. So the almond croissants?"

He chuckled at you and then looked at the pastries sitting in the little glass display as he licked his lips. He was trying to decide whether or not he should play along with you. "Yeah, we should get one."

"We?"

Don't start panicking now [name]. Act cool.

"Yeah, on me. That okay, with you?" He asked coolly. You couldn't tell what on earth he was thinking when he looked at you, but the way he maroon eyes were glancing down at you. You could've melted on the floor right then and there.

"Sure. You're buying the coffee too, right?" Smooth. Almost too smooth. You weren’t expecting your voice to come out so suave and calm, but you thanked the Lord for it.

His smile getting bigger as he peered at you. “Getting greedy, huh?”

Oh. My. God. Your heart equals now imploded. There was no way it was humanly possible to be that attractive, but here he was doing just that. You wanted to slap yourself from the internal fangirling you had been doing all day but you couldn’t help yourself. Wait, did he just flirt with you?

Your eyes still on his as you spoke and bit back a smile. “More like you’re getting a little cheap, no?”

His jaw went a little aslack at your comeback, but he was enjoying himself with you. “Never that. Like I said it’s on me, so get whatever you feel like.”

”That’s a little more like it.” Where in the hell was this newfound confidence coming from? Not more than several hours ago were you dying inside at the thought of interacting with him and now you’re exchanging flirty (kinda) banter? Not that you were complaining at all. But the more time that passed as you two were hanging out, the looser and more comfortable you felt.

“I didn’t know you were such the conversationalist. You seem so taciturn in class.” He doesn’t break eye contact with you. His smile is gleaming, boyish but not innocent. There’s a hint of mischief behind it and you wanted to unfold it.

You scoffed at him. “I could say the same for you.” You looked over at the blank faced barista who hasn’t bothered asking what you wanted. “I’ll have the hazelnut coffee and an almond croissant, please.

”Make that two.” He interjected as he pulled out his wallet and handed her his card. She looked him up and down as she took it from her while she smacked on her gum. Without a word she hands him back his receipt and card and blows a bubble and popping it loudly.

”Thanks, man.” Yoriichi smiled as he took it out of their hands. The dark haired male’s green eyes bored into his muttered a “whatever.” and turned to service the next customer in line.

You raised an eyebrow as you followed him to the table you guys were going to situate yourself at. “Man?”

”Yeah, that’s my cousin, Muichiro. He’s a freshmen in high school and his twin brother, Yuichiro works in the back. His baking skills are amazing.” He replied, taking his bag off and sliding into the booth and you did the same on the opposite side.

“Both your cousins work here?”

“Yeah, it’s family owned.” He took out his pine green hydro flask, unscrewing it cap and taking a long swig of it before setting it down. The look on your face was incredulous and it almost made him spit his drink out.

“What?” He asked as he screwed the top back on. The smile he had on the moment he walked in here with seemed to be plastered on his face. It never once left his smooth visage.

“Your family owns this place?” Your voice carried throughout the cafe causing Muichiro to roll his eyes.

“Yup, it’ll be 40 years this upcoming Friday.” He sighed, cheek in palm as he looked out the window.

“No way.” You were blown away by not only how he just effortlessly looked like a model, but also how much you were learning from him in the span of an hour. It made you feel kind of special that he chose to take you here and tell you about his family’s owned cafe.

“He definitely could’ve taken you anywhere else, but he chose here.” Shinobu’s irksome voice rang through your head but you shook it off. God, she was so annoying even when she wasn’t even there.

“Is that why you don’t live on campus?” You asked but it came out more as teasing. His eyes were narrower as he shifted them to look at you. The familiar feeling of your heart sinking to your stomach washed over you.

“Something like that.” He immediately perked up and opened his laptop and took out his notebook. “We should get started.”

”Y-yeah. We should.” You agreed, opening your own laptop and notes. He continued on like nothing had happened. Well, nothing really did happen but there was a brief moment where when he paused to look at you, it was the same guarded expression he always had when he caught you staring. It almost felt like you stepped over the line but you hadn’t said anything wrong or pried. It was a simple question similar to the one he had asked you before, so why was he suddenly so defensive when you asked?

The question lingered in your head as you listened to him talked about how globalization reached the east.

“Are you okay?” He inquired abruptly, pulling you out of your thoughts. You reflexively straighten your back and stretch your arms in front of you as you sip at your coffee but it was gone the moment it touches your lips.

”Yeah, I’m good.” You replied smiling at him as you set your cup down. “Can’t believe this is gone already.”

”It’s pretty good, right? I usually get the blonde roast bu--"

"Muichiro, how many times do I have to tell you you need to be nicer to customers? You know like ask them how they are and how you can help them?" The voice echoed throughout the empty cafe earning a chuckle from Yoriichi as he tucked the wisps of hair behind his ear. You noticed an older handsome gentleman rubbing his temples at the boy with long dark hair who you mistaked for a girl earlier. His mint green eyes just stared at him blankly before he sighed.

"Alright, dad. I'll be nicer to customers and ask them stupid things like what they want, okay?" He put his hand on his father's shoulder and the man lightened up a little as he patted his son's head. He thanked him and noticed you and Yoriichi staring at their sort-of heartfelt moment.

"Yoriichi, my boy! How have you been?" He called out excitedly as he waved at him. Now it was Yoriichi's turn to sigh. You laughed at him watching him instantly regret every life decision that as led him up to this point.

"Uncle?"

"Yes." His head was now hanging in embarrassment. You smiled at him and look over at his uncle approaching you two.

"Well, he's coming this way."

His body jolted upward and he had to suppress the groan that threatened to release when he felt a pair of hands grip either sides of his shoulders.

"You embarrassed of me or somethin'?" His uncle chuckled at him when he replied with a muffled "No, uncle." and then looked over at you. His thick eyebrows raised at you and gave you a warm, toothy grin. "Who's lady friend, Yoriichi?"

"[last name] [first name]. It's nice to meet you, sir." You stood up and bowed at him. He laughed at you and shook his head.

"Oh please, sit down. There is no need to be so formal." He stuck out his hand to shake yours making you blush at his words but you shook it anyway. Yoriichi gave you an apologetic look but it only made you smile bigger as you sat back down.

"So, are you coming this friday to the anniversary?"

"Do I even have choice, Uncle Keshi?" Yoriichi looked dejected at this point and his uncle frowned at his inflated state.

"Oh, come now, Yoriichi don't be like that. It's suppose to be a fun event." He pinched his cheek making Yoriichi look even more miserable.

"Yeah, I don't really enjoy you and the other uncles getting drunk and dancing until one of you guys throw up. I always have to clean it up because everyone else just walks around it." He muttered, fidgeting with his pen.

"Well, you can invite [name] and I'm sure you two will have a blast." Uncle Keshi smiled and winked at you. You didn't really notice until now, but he was actually a lot more handsome up close. His hair was in a knot with loose strands pinned back with bobby pins in a slapdash manner and the scruff on his face looked like he hadn't shaved a few days, but it made him look dashing. If you hadn't known any better you would've thought that he was Yoriichi's dad. They were practically twins but rather than having red toned ends, they were a minty green and his eyes matched. You wondered if he had done that on purpose.

"I don't think [name] would enjoy cleaning vomit with me." Yoriichi shot his uncle a glare, but his uncle only pressed the matter.

"So, it's settled you'll come [name]?" His smile gleamed at you and you have never felt so compelled to say yes.

"Um," You looked over at your poor, poor classmate who was so desperately wanting to escape. "I mean I would have to look at my schedule--"

"Great! We'll see you at 7 then." Uncle Keshi exclaimed clapping his hands together and then pulled out his notebook and pen from the pocket of his apron. You noticed how he cuffed his sleeves that revealed what looked like a tattoo sleeve of dragon scales on either side."You like mackerel, right?"

"I guess--"

"Good choice. His Uncle Tanjuro makes the best grilled mackerel." He scribbled on the flimsy paper and then shoved it back into his apron and put his pen between his ear. He hadn't noticed your obvious staring thankfully and held out his hands once more to send himself off.

"I gotta get back to work, but it was nice meeting you [name]. I'll be expecting you." He shook your hand before disappearing off into the kitchen.

You heard Yoriichi groan softly in annoyance as he put his head between his elbows and sulked into the table.

"Are you alright?" You asked leaning down. He lifted his head from his position to face you but you hadn't realized that you leaned down too much because you found yourself almost nose-to-nose with him. His breath slightly brushing against the top of your lip and you felt yourself in some sort of daze. He was unmoving to your surprise. His maroon eyes were only gazing into your own [e/c] hues for a moment and you noticed something peaking out from the collar of his hoodie. Something dark that resembled the dragon scale tattoos like his uncle, but before you could get a real look at it he had already straightened himself out.

"I'm really sorry about my Uncle Keshi. He's such a pain sometimes and acts like a teenager." Yoriichi said in a nonchalant tone. Meanwhile, you had completely forgot to breathe and your cheeks were probably heating up from the sudden closeness.

You let out a small exhale and smiled at him. "I don't mind really. It's nice of him to invite me."

"Trust me. You don't want to come. For as long as I can remember, these anniversaries are nothing but an excuse to get drunk and sing obnoxiously loud while the kids have to clean up after their sloppy drunk parents and relatives. Not exactly anyone's idea of fun."

"You really don't wanna go to this party, do you?" You leaned on your elbow on the table with your chin in your palm now. He mimicked your gesture looking a little more cheerful.

"No, I really don't. And trust me when I say you'll just end up being the janitor at the end of the night."

"I wouldn't mind if you were there." Did something possess you? No, like really did Shinobu somehow crawl into your body and do all the talking for you because you were really beginning to feel like that was the case.

He didn't break eye contact with you, he merely had an amused look on his face. "Really?"

"I mean it could be fun, right?"

"Not at all." He laughed lightly. "But maybe you could make it interesting."

You gulped dryily now. It was odd how you felt calm like this. Usually, if someone decent looking was speaking to you your heart would be pounding through your chest and making your words tremble. Kind of like how when you do those shitty presentations for class that no one listens to.

"So you approve?" You cock an eyebrow at him. He sighed knowing that you were probably not going to take no for answer, but hell, what did he know about you? He only knew you as the girl who he sat down next to in his Western Civ class who minded her own business. It almost felt like he was taking a chance on you.

"If you really want to. But I'm warning you, not only will there be singing there is going to be dancing and they will more likely than not making you join them."

You frowned at him. "But, I am a terrible dancer."

He put his hands out in the air. "Hey, I'm just letting you know. You wanna come, you gotta pay the price of being a dancer for the night."

You exhaled loudly earning a winning smile from him. "Fine. I'll dance."

"Then, you can come. I'll be busy in the back getting helping my cousins and uncles chef it up."

"You cook?"

"Do I not look it?" His expression was playful yet challenging. It had you wondering what you did to deserve such heavenliness.

"I mean, I don't know very many men that cook." You shrugged. Which was pretty true. It was very hard to find a man in Japan who wasn't an asshole who thought that a girlfriend was a mom that they could bang.

"Well, in our family the men cook. It's tradition. Men are the protectors and providers for the home so it only makes sense for us that we hold down the fort."

"So, am I to expect gourmet meals this Friday?" You were beginning to get more and more excited as the thought was registering in your mind. You were really entering his world and he was willingly letting you with little to no resistance.

"Let's just say you'll be thoroughly impressed." He replied twirling his pen between his fingers and then pointed the tip down to his notebook. "But we should probably get through this before we get ahead of ourselves."

You felt the corners of you lips curve up and nodded your head to agree with him. "Yeah, let's get our outline together."

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[greenhouse-studies]

Day 21 • 100 Days or Productivity

finally organized my notion to have all my assignments in one place! i have more math to do (ugh!) but i’m working on the notes now and i have my homework tomorrow but that means i’ll be done with the work by the weekend! i’m also going to do chapter 2 for my western civ class today. i do have to take a break around 2:30 to take my cat to the vet, but then i’ll be back to chugging right along!

🎶 touch - troye sivan 🎶

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[stagesandstudying]

Revising Western Civ notes at Starbucks on this beautiful day! 🍊(with a quote from Roman Holiday)

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[cullen-collective]

do it. write it. do it

Say. Less. 

*

There’s never anyone actually interesting in these chats. 

There’s me, who actually wants to discuss music, the way it feels, the lyrics’ poetic meanings, the way the drums crash like they’re my own heartbeat. And then there’s guys who might want to discuss that, but are probably here for the other occupants of the forum: girls obsessed with band members. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have anything against them, and I fully understand geeking out over Pete Wentz (although I’ve always been more of a Stump girl) or Gerard Way or even Chester Bennington. I just keep having to switch to new forums when it’s clear that no one else wants to talk about the music, but instead have guys who claim to look like Adam Lazarra scam the email addresses and photos off those girls. 

Which brings me here, to another new forum chat, scrolling through older posts about who drums harder: Travis Barker or Mike Kinsella, as the chat scrolls by on the right side of the screen. I was mindlessly scrolling, mentally agreeing or disparaging the opinions of other posters, too scared to comment. This site was pretty neat, and the account I’d had to create to post comments and chat had spaces for a list of my favorites, which I’d happily included. It also had a little bio, which I’d filled in with my name and age, as well as one of my favorite lyrics.

I kept one eye on the chat as it went, keeping up with the current discussion of how best to cut your bangs. I typed up a quick note that the best way to cut your bangs was to see a local hairdresser so you didn’t end up with Buffy season three bangs instead of the side-sweep you wanted. 

Emo-ward: But is it really, truly in the spirit of punk rock if you don’t cut them yourself?

HellsBells: I think to be a real punk, you’d probably need to like different bands. To be alt, you can visit a salon or resign yourself to botched hair. 

Emo-ward: Seems like the majority is going to choose the second option.

HellsBells: Well, sometimes we must suffer for the cause. 

Emo-Ward wants to send you a private message. Accept. Decline. 

I was stunned. No one ever requested me. My cursor hovered over “Accept”, my finger twitching. My mother, as scattered as she was, had always warned me about being too open online. What if this was like, a forty-five year old man who preyed on kids in chat rooms? What if it was a serial killer? What if it was someone from school trying to humiliate me? What if it was a kid from school who wanted to humiliate me and also did a little serial killing on the side? 

Okay, I was being ridiculous. I knew nothing about this person. Hell, I hadn’t even looked at their profile. So I right-clicked the name in the chat and opened another window to his profile. Like mine, the profile had no picture, and instead had a graphic. It was Gerard Way but his hair had been edited to be bright green. I snorted, remembering my own, which was Britney Spears edited with a scene girl haircut that this chick in my Western Civ class had emailed to me as a joke after seeing the Ataris CD in my portable player. The name listed was Edward, the age as 16, and he had a lyric on his profile too. 

“Watching from the floor.”

I recognized it, small as it was. It was from “Dear Maria, Count Me In”. I was a little surprised. Great song choice. 

It seemed he wasn’t too sketchy. 

I went back to the original page, steeled my nerves and hit “Accept.” 

Emo-ward: Do you really have time in your veins? 

My tongue pressed to the inside of my cheek. If this really was a sixteen-year-old boy, I was in trouble. He had just referenced the lyric in my bio, (from “Understanding In A Car Crash”: “It starts and stops and starts and stops again.”) and made it a joke. I had to one-up him. 

HellsBells: Yes. I am also a pen.

Emo-ward: Where are you from, girl with time in her veins who is somehow also a pen?

I smiled at my screen. I couldn’t help it. He was kind of funny. 

HellsBells: Forgive me, sir, if I’m not very specific. I’m from the Southwest. You?

Emo-ward: Well, miss, I will follow suit. I’m from the Northwest. 

There was something about the way he wrote that made me want to trust him. Maybe it was that we had similar chat styles. Although… My mother had always said I talked like I was sixty. What if he was sixty?! Edward is an old man's name. 

HellsBells: You kind of talk like an old guy, you know that, right?

Emo-ward: That’s because I’m 104. 

HellsBells: Wow. You use the internet pretty well for a senior citizen.

Emo-ward: They had us take a class. So, what’s your favorite album right now?

I smiled. Funny, and hopefully not an old guy. 

HellsBells: Will you stop talking to me if I say Take This to Your Grave?

Emo-ward: Only if you stop talking to me for saying mine is Meteora. 

HellsBells: Only if you tell me your favorite song off the album is Numb. That’s where I draw the line. 

Emo-ward: While that song isn’t my favorite, it’s pretty good. Anyway, the actual favorite is Somewhere I Belong. 

I thought about that for a minute. I liked that song, but I hadn’t listened to it a lot. I’d have to give it another go. I had Meteora around here somewhere. I found the album in my bookshelf, put it in my portable player, and put the headphones on. I skipped to the right track, and let it play while I answered. 

HellsBells: Not that you asked, but mine is Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes.

Emo-ward: Aggressive. I like it. 

I burst out laughing. Out loud. In my house. On a school night. At eleven. 

“Bella?” my mom called from across the hall. “Are you on the computer?” 

Shit. “Uh… no?”

I heard Mom start giggling. “Go to bed, kid!” 

“Okay!” I grimaced at the screen. No way I was ever going to hear from this guy again. But… I had to try, right? He was funny, and he had great taste in music. 

HellsBells: Well, grandpa, if you can get the orderlies at the nursing home to let you use the computer on Friday, I’ll be here. Until then, I’m not an adult and have to deal with things like school nights. 

Emo-ward: I’m sorry about that. I never sleep, so my school nights are exactly like regular nights. I’ll be here. 

I shook my head at that, holding in a giant smile. You know what, fuck it, I let the smile loose. It wasn’t like he could see me. And I let “Somewhere I Belong” play on repeat until I fell asleep. 

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