The new twisters promo is making me think of a JakexOC story where Hangman was actually engaged to the daughter of Bill and Jo Harding (I named her Jules in my mind), but they broke up a few years ago when they both couldn't get past how dangerous the other's jobs were.
Now all these years later they meet back up when the Daggers organize this storm chasing expedition and Jules is in Oklahoma trying to get her latest invention into the air. She followed in her parent's footsteps and has been trying to develop sensors that (using her parent's Dorothy contraption) could disrupt the air flow and stop a twister in it's track.
When Jules sees Jake out in the field with amateur storm chasers she is livid at his carelessness and chastises him for being a hypocrite. Meanwhile Hangman tries to hide his history with the scientist from the rest of the team, while defending himself from his past actions. Just as the argument begins to get heated, a twister forms and the couple are forced to seek shelter together.
When the danger passes, the duo remembers just how much the other means to them and Jake offers to stay with Jules during this unprecedented series of storms. Together, they hope to not only survive the deadly wrath of Mother Nature but their own past mistakes as well.
Sooooo what do we think folks?
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Jamie would 100% make Roy a dating app profile sometime after the Keeley rejecting both of them thing to try to help him move on and meet people when clearly he’s refusing to get back out there organically and he’d think he’s being so helpful and generous and the best wingman ever. He’d handpick what he considers the sexiest pictures he can find and put a bunch of shit Roy would never say thinking he’s being accurate and helpful and not even taking the clear opportunity to make a joke account to embarrass him or anything when he easily could have just made fun of him and chosen the worst pictures possible instead
And then he would be SO offended when it doesn’t go well when Roy finds out about it and is not properly appreciative at all
Roy thinks it’s Jamie’s account when he starts showing Roy girls like what do you think of her and asking him way too many questions when Roy has no interest in participating and has no idea why the fuck Jamie seems incapable of swiping without trying to get Roy’s opinions first. Meanwhile, Roy’s giving one word answers at first and then increasingly trying to brush him off when he doesn’t stop and then he’s just flat out like “Choose your own dates and leave me the fuck out of it” and Jamie’s like “Nah, this is your account. You should have a say” and instead of being grateful and appreciative and thanking Jamie for being oh so generous with his time and energy, Roy just scowls at him and growls out “You did not make a fucking Tinder profile for me” and Jamie just smirks and decides now is not the right moment yet to mention that he actually made him accounts on like three different apps because he wasn’t sure which Roy would like best
Roy barks at him to delete it and Jamie’s all whiny like “Come on, I spent a lot of time on these and you haven’t even considered it. Plus, even if you’re not ready to date someone yet, you’d still be less miserable to be around if you at least found someone to shag in the meantime”
And Roy’s like “Delete it. I don’t want a fucking Tinder profile.” And Jamie looks at him confused for a moment and then seems to have an epiphany as he goes “Oh, do you want a Grindr one instead? Hold on a second” and he flips to a different app and Roy’s too busy being baffled by the fact that Grindr is already on Jamie’s phone and that he’s having to sign out of his own account to try to make one for Roy to even stop him before he’s already trying to sign up for a new account and Roy goes “That’s not what I meant. I don’t want any dating app”
And Jamie pauses his typing and turns and looks at him so skeptically and so judgily and suddenly somehow Roy is trying to fight for his life trying to defend why he’s not looking for some random stranger to date or fuck around with
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Well, I actually have the most mundane of questions, but it’s been so long since I’ve been in an English class that I feel like I’ve completely forgotten (and I’m curious how you do it): how do you go about reading a book as a class? Do you assign them the chapters to read at home and most of them actually do it? Or do you give them class time to read? Do you have the kids who try to spoil the rest of the book for the class? Basically, how does one teach a book in the year 2024? 😀
And do you have your students annotate inside their books? (I know the English teachers in my school require the students to do that, and I get why, but I inwardly shudder every time I see a student marking up a page.)
Haha I love this question because I too am always asking myself how DOES one each a book in 2024?
It’s sort of a combination. I absolutely assign reading every night (almost) unless it’s Shakespeare or any play in which case we read it all in class. But for a novel there’s a couple chapters a night. I read aloud to them a lot too. Sometjmes I make them read aloud to the whole class, rotating kids who read. Sometimes I assign a chapter to be read in class silently with questions or quotes due at the end of the reading. Sometimes I put them in groups and make them read aloud to each other. There’s no one way that works for sure and of course ultimately I have no control over how much they read and I’m not naive enough to think that most of the reading assigned for homework doesn’t get skipped most of the time buuuuuut.
My bottom line is that I believe it’s my job to get excited about the actual text itself (easier for me in some cases than others but overall pretty easy because it does fill me with excitement) and then commit to taking them on the journey of the story with me. And my goal—that I’m sure I often don’t reach—is to make that experience so much more fun if you have actually read. And the way that I teach is pretty text heavy which is why I always make sure I’ve read the chapters for the day and am not just relying on my memory because the way I do it is just sort of absorbing it all up like a vacuum-cleaner, schwooooop, and then either pulling stuff out of the reading to look at directly or directing them to do the same thing. So the big thing that I have going for me, if any, is buy-in. Is getting kids excited about actually reading the actual text. I also speak often and passionately about the evils of sparknotes etc. not because they help kids get better grades or whatever but because they present you with the husk and shell of a story, stripped of all that makes it interesting, and that by reading that alone they’re reading something so dry and dull and are not achieving what I always want them to achieve —which is, have an Experience with the Literature.
Again, it never works perfectly by any stretch and there are so many ways I want to explore in my quest to get better at it but overall I think, at my very best, I can create this wave of energy and excitement in the story itself which is the most organic and ultimately most helpful way to get them to want to read.
Also no haha. I don’t let them annotate! Though occasionally kids DO of course. But sometimes they bring in their own copies in order to do that. The spoilers absolutely happen and are annoying but I sort of get by it by moving on very quickly and/or talking about how it’s often not the ending but how you get there that makes it interesting. Because that’s just true!
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Late Night Texts
my brain won’t shut up and it’s 6am so here u go, a little fic thing based off of this concept i posted literally 2 hours ago bc i have no chill
dream is overly exhausted and can’t sleep, so he texts someone who can help him
(lee!dream / ler!sapnap : 1.1k words)
Another toss, another turn, another grunt of frustration. No matter what he did, Dream couldn’t get himself to fall asleep. He was so exhausted yet had so much pent up energy that it wasn’t allowing him to fully relax. The blonde had tried everything; he had put on some netflix to try and distract himself, he scrolled through his twitter feed, he even tried some asmr - nothing was working.
Eventually he settled on playing some rain sounds on youtube, the 10 hour storm compilation lighting up the room every time there was a strike of lightning on the screen. Dream had also opted to turn on his galaxy light, turning over to star up at the dim purple and blue lights covering his ceiling.
He was sure that this would work. It had to work. He was in the comfiest bed he’d ever been in, had the most soothing sounds and sights going, and his eyes were so tired they burned. But much to his disappointment, it still wasn’t enough.
“What the fuck.” Dream let out a mumble as he turned to lay on his stomach, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes both from the frustration and how absolutely worn out he was. He picked up his phone once more, seeing that it was only 2AM.
Suddenly, a thought popped into his head that made him blush - he couldn’t, could he? Surely the other boy was asleep. He’d been traveling and socializing for days as well, if not weeks. There was no way he could bother him; this was a problem Dream had to solve for himself, he decided. But when another half hour went by of more tossing and turning, he decided to drop his pride and do it anyway.
“Can you do the thing?” He squinted at the bright screen, finger hovering over the send button for a moment before taking a deep breath and pressing down, hearing the whirl of the message going through.
He was met with instant regret, dropping his phone onto the mattress and cursing himself for texting his best friend in the middle of the night like some booty call. Dream buried his face into his pillow, face warm with embarrassment that he’d even asked for help at all.
His brain would’ve kept running with this narrative had he not heard a tiny knock on his door followed by the click of it opening and someone shuffling inside. Dream kept his head buried into the pillow as he felt the bed dip, followed by a warm body pressed up against his side.
“Hey Dreamie, you okay?” he heard the younger boys voice from behind him, Sapnap speaking incredibly soft and kind through the darkness. Dream shrugged in response, letting out a deeper breath as he turned his head the opposite way to face Sapnap.
“Just can’t sleep.” the blonde mumbled, feeling even more sheepish than before. The brunette gave him a sad smile and an understanding nod before reaching a hand out and gently moving a stray curl that had fallen over his right eye, letting out a huff of air through his nose when Sapnap’s hand grazed his cheek.
“Too tired to sleep, huh?” Sapnap questioned, getting a sleepy nod and a yawn from the taller boy in response. “I can help with that.”
Dream nodded once more, scooting himself even closer to Sapnap to feel the calming warmth that was radiating from him. He closed his eyes as he felt Sapnap run a hand under his shirt across his back, dragging the shirt up with him as his hand traced higher and higher. Eventually Sapnap tapped at the collar of his shirt and Dream understood immediately, leaning up on an elbow as he reached behind his head and grabbed the fabric, pulling it over his head and chucking it somewhere across the room. He felt goosebumps the minute Sapnap’s hand touched down to resume the tracing.
The younger boy giggled at that, loving when he was able to make Dream shiver from the lightest touches. Even through the dim purple and blue hues of the galaxy light Sapnap could tell the boy was blushing, a wobbly smile forming on his face as the fingers on his back traced up and down his spine slowly. Another shiver and suddenly a quiet giggle had fallen from Dream’s lips, followed by a few more with some squeaks mixed it.
It tickled. It definitely tickled, but Dream didn’t mind. He loved how Sapnap knew just how to make the tickles relaxing, not as unbearable as if he was tickling Dream to pieces. The swirls around his shoulder blades produced more goosebumps as Sapnap continued to skitter his fingers up to his shoulders, another little squeal escaping him when they reached up to play with the curls at the base of his neck. Sapnap let himself turn to the side, looking up at the lights as he listened to Dream’s little chirps and giggles. He yawned himself, finding the storm sounds to be incredibly soothing.
The brunette began cooing over Dream, giving him light praise about how well he’s been doing since the face reveal, and how proud of him he was that he had gone through with it knowing everything he’d face in backlash. Dream hummed in acknowledgement, whining when Sapnap continued to tell him how proud he was. The blonde’s tired mind didn’t know how to handle the praise, and he was left with no choice but to fling himself towards Sapnap, burying his face into the crook of his neck while the younger boy laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of Dream’s head.
“It’s alright Dreamie, I’ll stop I promise. But I am just so proud of you, I wanted you to know that.” Another whine and a quick peck to Sapnap’s collarbone was Dream’s response to the praise, making Sapnap giggle again, this time at the tingling sensation.
After a few minutes, he felt Dream’s breathing even out, pulling back slightly to see that the older boy had in fact finally fallen asleep. Sapnap adjusted slightly to make himself more comfortable before resuming the tracing on Dream’s back, closing his eyes and allowing the sounds of the rain to slowly lull him into a deep sleep, not far behind Dream.
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