If you’re a 12th grader, you’re probably knee-deep in college applications and essays. You probably know this already, but just in case you need a reminder, there are thousands of amazing colleges in the US.
Apply to the Ivy League schools if you’ve been dreaming about them for years, but don’t apply to only them if you’re just chasing after the brand name. Believe it or not, not everyone at Harvard or Yale is happy with their decision. They might have had a much better college experience somewhere else. Everybody is different. Find the best schools for YOU. 🎓
There’s a flurry of bodies pulling chairs and settling in at the long table to devour the freshly-cooked comfort before the evening service.
“Sous chef,” Logan calls, passing a dish of piping hot lobster mac and cheese Brigham’s way.
“Chef,” Brigham accepts timidly, fingers tingling as they brush over his superior’s palm on the intercept. He can’t tell if it’s the heat of the kitchen or something else raising a flush to his cheeks.
okay this is so unimportant but!! i need to know what houses do colleges fall under!! because i've been through like 5 lists and i still refuse to believe dartmouth ISN'T slytherin!! like the legacies??? old money kinda vibes (ok yeah ik this applies to all ivies but it's a different kind of vibes idk how to explain it)??? THE GREEN???
this is how i think they'd be sorted.
Gryffindor:
Harvard (duh)
Slytherin:
DARTMOUTH (i spent 4 years here i rest my case), Princeton (? idk they give off those vibes tho)
Hufflepuff:
Cornell, UPenn, Brown (they seem so chill tbh)
Ravenclaw:
Yale (she HAS to be here), Columbia (n e r d s /affectionate)
open to criticism except for dartmouth's placement thank u <333
My fav version of poison ivys power origin story is a lá Thorns (medically tortured as a kid) and when she learns about a literal child following batman around she FREAKS OUT.
Ivy gets batman alone then serves him a total curveball: she wants to vaccinate Robin from most of her toxins. Bruce thinks it’s a trap until word on the street is that Scarecrow and joker had multiple poisons stolen. He confronts ivy and she admits to stealing them but it’s for the proposed vaccine for Robin.
The rules are that he’s not allowed any samples of the vaccine, and Robin stays with her for three hours for the vaccine to fully absorb into his system. Batman can stay with him, but only in the same room as she might need to use lab equipment.
So every Robin gets the very odd experience of having their biannual vaccine from Dr. Poison Ivy, where they are all on their best behavior and get biodegradable stickers while Bruce just very patiently sits next to them like >:| with one of those temperature guns aimed at their heads
Bruce Wayne, sitting in a cute eco-friendly cafe while on a video call with Tim: Oh Noooo, are you sure there’s no way the board of directors will let us get rid of this old decrepit Wayne Factory building that is unsafe for our workers and also for the surrounding environment?
CEO Tim, with equal gravitas: No, I’m afraid they just won’t budge. It technically meets legal requirements on paper, and we can’t prove that the chemicals affecting the local ecosystem that have no other possible source are from the out-of-date drainage system… they’re saying it would cost too much to fix the place up too, which is ridiculous, because we’re us, but our hands are tied…
Bruce, full Brucie himbo mode: Oh I just feel so SAD for all the sweet fluffy animals and the pretty flowers and especially our hard workers dealing with such unsafe conditions… I think I’ll give them all a nice short vacation this weekend, so the ENTIRE PLACE will be EMPTY and SHUT DOWN from FRIDAY TO TUESDAY, the SECURITY SYSTEM WILL BE DOWN because it’s just so GLITCHY, I’m sure nothing will happen to the ENVIRONMENTAL STAIN ON OUR COMPANIES NAME THAT WILL BE COMPLETELY ABANDONED FROM FRIDAY TO TUESDAY- Timmy do you think I’m being too subtle?
Tim, snickering: no no you’re doing great Bruce I’m sure they’ve got it
Poison Ivy, on a date the next table over: ( ‘-‘)-☕️
Harley, through tears of repressed laughter: so… we doing anythin’ this weekend?
"came back wrong" this "lived wrong" that, what about dying wrong. my death will forever cling to you, leaving behind a slimy trail and a metallic taste in your mouth. my soul will forever drag you down like the heavy corpse of a long-dead god, who somehow still grants wishes. you can't tell which one of us is the one not letting go. you know not even your own death will end this.