#( i hate science; math & everything they stand for

[gigidragonbbxxx]

a personal struggle + an education

this is all just gigi's opinions + thoughts

Reader, I'm struggling with empathy right now.

Don't worry, I'm not suffering from a personality pathology, I promise I am quite sympathetic and empathetic. It's just battling the feeling of wanting to be kind but also seeing a major problem and knowing I need to get it off my chest.

Let me give it to yall straight (with tweaked/paraphrased details to protect privacy and not to out anyone):

I saw a favorite loass coach/twt account/subliminal creator make fun of an "old timey" English sentence either from Neville Goddard or Edward Art. They proceeded to say that they "hate" it and "why can't they just say it simpler". and then someone else commented "they're talking bullshit fr".

The convo thread on twt devolved into an echo chamber that essentially boiled down to the old fool's adage "If I don't understand it, it must be stupid and not worth it."

This really triggered me because

The phrase quoted was not that hard to understand.

It was clear these women were not educated

Why am I judging or mad at people for their ignorance? (this is why I kept quiet on twt and went here to vent. I acknowledge that two things can be true, I can be kind and still be honest.)

I was and currently am still wrestling with these things within me.

On one hand I don't want to judge. I want to be inclusive and welcoming and supportive.

On the other hand - yall don't look educated, yall wind up looking dumb.

I'll say a harsh truth yall and you can go argue with a damn wall but I know I'm right: stupidity is not cute.

My Hot Take (not so hot when you think about it)

The Law of Assumption rewards those who feed their mind with knowledge

Before you argue with me, think about it. Seriously.

I don't want to seem ableist if someone suffers from dyslexia or if someone struggles in school. It's totally okay to have different paths to learning. The importance is still obtaining the information. You can read or listen to the audiobook, etc. The paths to knowledge are varied but in the end the result is the same - THE KNOWING.

The "old timey" sentence that the creator complained about COULD BE READ BY NINTH GRADERS BECAUSE OF SHAKESPEARE EXPOSURE.

That's why I was exasperated. They were complaining about English (the only language in which they are fluent) that is regularly taught to 14 year olds.

Guys. Stand up. Please stand the fuck up.

Who in this world is gonna take you seriously without BASIC COMPETENCY in literature or math?

Lemme roast some of yall if you want to disagree:

Yall wanna be master manifesters and claim to understand the double slit experiment but can't even name the fundamental laws of science or explain them.

Yall wanna be successful in your businesses and don't know how to calculate your profits.

Yall wanna be seen as intellectuals who "understand" more than the majority of the population and yall can't even fucking read Descartes or Shakespeare.

Yall wanna be content creators and don't know how to proofread.

One time I bought an affirmation tape that came with a pdf with all the affirmations listed. The tape itself was excellent but the pdf was riddled with errors! It makes me sad because something that can help change your life, like a sleep tape to saturate, "cheapens" in its authenticity at the price of minor errors. Sigh.

Let me tell you that 100% you can be successful in this world just by going to the end and claiming it.

BUT YOU LOSE A LOT OF TREASURE BY NOT GIVING YOURSELF THE TOOLS TO DIG FOR IT.

THERE IS SO MUCH FOUNDATIONAL INFORMATION WITHIN THESE "OLD TIMEY" TEXTS.

and if you don't like any of it and just wanna watch sammy ingram and manifest like that THEN GO AHEAD BUT DONT CLAIM TO NOT UNDERSTAND A SENTENCE AND THEN CALL IT BULLSHIT.

just be honest and own it!

be honest that you don't wanna read, that you don't wanna be academic and that's 100% okay and you're still beautiful and worth everything but

do not put down the value of what is being said just because you don't understand it

That's why I am frustrated, reader.

I am educated enough to recognize when someone's ignorance is just that - ignorance.

But I am human enough to be annoyed.

So please give yourselves some grace and take the time to appreciate knowledge. Without the knowledge of the law of assumption, we wouldn't all be here interacting with one another.

xx, gigi

p.s. for those of you who are more familiar with reading the Bible via the law of assumption lens - I beg you to think of Solomon. He was asked by God what he would like and Solomon chose wisdom over material things. Why is that? Because through wisdom comes the ability to know how to obtain all one's desires. Food for thought.

#gigiwrites #loassblog #law of assumption #loass #loassumption #manifestation #affirm and persist #affirmations #neville goddard #self concept #manifesting #edward art #master manifestor #law of assumption blog #robotic affirming #subliminal #subliminals #knowledge #wisdom #intelligence #learning #learn #fulfillment

[theanimewriter]

The Academic Rivals

pairing: gn!reader x Kyoya Ootori

genre:Fluff

Warning: None!

Summary: Anyone that goes to ouran high school can tell that you and Kyoya hate eachother deeply.Whatever it is, you two always make a competition out of everything to see who is better than the other.

Ever since you and Kyoya met one another,the both of you fought in any and everything that involves; smarts,math,science,and even charming other people.You both always try to one up another and hates when you get defeated by one another.

It’s strange to other people.They didn’t have a clue when this started to happen,nevertheless they couldn’t stop it.The way you can always get higher scores at school than Kyoya.You don’t like how Kyoya can make people like him (two face b**ch) or how can has a very successful family.

A lot of people know how much you and Kyoya aren’t fond of each-other, but it truly only affects the host club.Kyoya would never openly show how much he hates you, especially in front of the guest.People do know that you two don’t get along, but don’t see you to bicker or hear the rude things you say.

That where the host club comes in.They know all of this because you two do it all the time,especially in the “abandoned” music room.

For Example; “My Y/N, is it just me or are you becoming more dumb as the days go by? I kept record of your last test and it seems that you get a bit lower than usual.” Kyoya always seems to bring up certain things at the most “random” times if he want to really make you mad.

“Well maybe it’s because I felt sorry for you.I thought if I would hold back a little you could caught up to me… quite kind of me,no?!” You spat back.

When the two of you fight with each other like this, it’s like the air get thicker-almost unbreathable-and the way you two angry smile at each is terrifying to the other host. (Mostly to Tamaki,Kaoru,and Hitachiin.)

When you and Kyoya fight in front of students (that are not part of the host club) it tends to be more subtle, but obvious to others that know you two.(Hairuhi makes a sarcastic face to the views most of the time.)

You tend to hate Kyoya because he take things to far sometimes.He always threaten you by revealing you secrets or hurtful past-if you have one- he is truly a monster.(Little do you know Kyoya just says that, but will never actually hurt you in anyway.)

Kyoya does not like you, because you are always so annoying to him.He hates how you can be on the same level his on or even above that!! He envy how good you are and he always wants to be the best,if not the greatest -and he not going to let you take that away from him.

If your in the host club than get ready. Kaoru and Hitachiin would tease the both of you being in love but denying it.They would both say at the same time, “Look,it’s a tragic love-trope!!!!!” This sometimes doesn’t go great for the both of them, if Kyoya is in a bad mood.

Kyoya does hate you, but if he sees someone trying to flirt with you or trying to hook-up he can’t help, but feel a bit bad in a way that they would dare to do that.

Tamaki-on the other hand-thinks you two would make amazing friends with each, if you try to talk things over and spend some family bonding time.

There are many time that the king would try to make you two spend some time together instead of fighting over petty things. Normally, this would end with both you and Kyoya mad or annoyed with Tamaki for trying to make you two like each other.

It’s very hard for the both of you to get along, but it’s amusing to watch to some people.The guests of the host club love to watch you two fight with each other.They also get all happy and excited to see you both even stand next to one other.(They ship you both very hard.)

Anyone can feel the tension in the air when you both interact with one another.Thought it’s scary to some people, but to the guest members of the host club find your dynamic very amusing and lovely!!

People see Kyoya as the smug know-it-all bastard and you as a hot-tempered red head. A perfect couple to be!!! Yet despite how you two fight and say how much you hate eachother you both would truly get along well, if you only stop and see how much of a great duo you two can make.

#academic rivals #headcanon #anime boy #anime #x reader #romanticism #gn!reader #boyfriend #kyoya ootori x reader #host club kyoya #ouran kyoya #kyoya senpai #ohshc kyoya #kyoya x reader #ohshc anime #ouran headcanons #ouran x reader #ouran high school host club #rivals

[starandcloud]

Dee Metal Family Headcannons

Lil head cannons I have about Dee, WILL be added on to- without a doubt- There probably won't be any explanations for these

He uses He/They pronouns.

"Low Support Needs" Autistic with special interests in: - Music - Languages - and Technology

Usually has his earbuds in for a sensory thing, not always listening to music.

His favorite subjects are: - Math - Art - Science - and Tech

His hair used to be longer, and he used to braid it but the way it laid against his back triggered sensory overload.

Same thing when he cut his hair to look like Glam's. Everything was okay, except for the fact that he could feel the air on the back of his neck, and it freaked him out. So, Glama and Vickey got him some thick chokers and a hoodie with a thick hood to wear while his hair grew out again.

When Dee was younger a teacher cut his hair, making him cry because of sensory issues. It kinda traumatized him.

He might be tone-deaf, but he plays the drums really well!

He can sing amazingly.

If he likes you, he'll charge less for his services.

He has a bunch of sketchbooks filled with random bullshit.

He's a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to his grades and gets mad at himself if he gets below a 90% on anything.

He has AMAZING handwriting

Loves cats and feeds a stray one that's by the video store

Dee and Lif briefly dated but decided to just stay friends, she's his dealer now

Dee smokes weed/vapes to deal with stress but only when Heavy/his parents aren't home or it's late at night

100% has a Love/Hate relationship with his hair being played with. On one hand its soothing and on the other it's a massive overstimulation.

It's big on PDA but will hold your hand

Dee's a silent romantic. Which means: he'll stand behind you when you're on a stool/chair to catch you if you fall. When you're in the store he'll have his hand on the center/small of your back, when he walks you home he'll make sure you're on the "inside" of the sidewalk, his arm is around your waist (or his hand is on your waist), at random times. When/if he's at your/your are his house, he makes sure you're the farthest away from the door. "Just in case, you'll be safe", he told you that when you asked why you HAD to sleep on the inside of the bed. He'll order you gifts, and have them ordered to your house. If you bend down near something with a sharp corner, he'll cover it with his hand so you don't hit your head.

He labels EVERYTHING the two of you do as a date

He has a lot of picture of you, you make his heart happy

His favorite date with you, so far, was sitting/laying on a hill teaching you how to correctly vape with music playing in the black ground

His favorite flavor is literally ANYTHING strawberry

His vape is rainbow colored

Makes you playlists as a way to show his affection

NEVER hesitates to help you

Loves it when you wear his clothes

He has Life360 so he knows you're safe

Dee is always acutely aware of your body language, mood, and how you dress and talk. He knows when your period (if you possess a V) and leaves chocolate on your desk for you

Hasn't charged you for his help since you started dating

He'll never admit it, but he gets separation anxiety with you

He's acutely aware of your clothing and jewelry sizes

He got you and him promise rings with yours and his birthstones in them, he wears his around his neck because overstimulation

Applesauce is a safe food for him

He's not big on Energy Drinks but does like the C-4 Skittles

His favorite candy is the Wild Berry Skittles

Dee likes modern music but loves the walkman. He got one when he was twelve (12) and it broke after a few years it broke, which really upset Dee. So Chive MacGyvered it to work again and Glam bought another one, just in case Dee's broke again

Dee prefers colder weather because he, then, has an excuse to wear comfort/heavier clothes

He doesn't really do parties but goes if invited, so he's not seen as rude

He's touch-starved so, he loves it when you spontaneously hug him

He loves forehead kisses, "They're gentle and soft"

Dee tends to get clingy if it's been a while since the two of you saw each other (outside of school). He'll hold you from behind and hide his face in your neck to whine quietly. But if you're at his house/he's at your house he'll be little spoon or be cuddled up to your chest

If the two of you can't be alone while he's being clingy, he'll be irritable and hold onto you tightly

I can see him having BPD or Bi-Polar Disorder, he NEEDS to see/talk to you at least once a day so he doesn't start overthinking that you don't love him or you're leaving him

Has Anxiety and OCD

He loves to kiss you randomly, he revels in the sight of you blushing and hiding your face from him

Craves Skin-to-Skin contact. Hates the feeling of clothes against his hands/skin when he's trying to be affectionate

Can/Will/Has beat the crap out of someone for making you uncomorrtable when you had dressed up for a date. His mom helped while his dad and Heavy distracted you.

Before he was actually dating you everyone already thought you were. E.g.: #1 - "Love?" "Yes Dee?" "Did I leave my sweater at your house?" "The black and blue one?" "Yes, that one." "Yeah, I washed it" "..." ":)" "..." "?" "So it smells like you?" "Mhm!" "Good." #2 - "Dee?" "Yes Darling?" "Can I come over tonight?" "Of course, is everything okay?" "My parents-" "Enough said, Just wear my clothes" "Okay!" #3 - "Angel?" "Yes Dee?" "I love you Sweetheart." "I love you too Darling." #4 - "Sweet baby?" "Yes Batty?" "Can you check over my work please?" #5 - "Are you taking a shower?" "Mhm" "Okay." *Ten minutes later* "STOP GIVING ME YOUR CLOTHES!" "No, like how ou look in them." "..." "*smug ass grin* "... Would you like to cuddle?" "... Yes... Please..." "Come here sweet baby"

Dee REALLY likes Calypso Lemonade

He does listen to Pop, but its sparingly

Loves to play with your hair, he usually does your hair and make-up

He gets jealous easily, and it shows

Calls you; "Love", "Darling", "Angel", "Sweetbaby"

You're one of the few people he lets play with his hair

He goes to pop concerts with you. He says it's just to make you happy, but he enjoys the music

He wears whatever you get him, no matter how silly or stupid it seems

He loves watching you do mindless things. Like draw or bite your like or start blankly into space, he usually gives you his notes from the class when that happens

Doesn't deal with yelling well, it's an over stimulation thing

He has TikTok so you can tag him in the vidoes you make with him

The next few could be seen as NSFW so here's the line to stop-

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He kisses your neck when you're sad to make you feel better

"God damn... You look so perfect like this...

Never hesitates to praise you; EX: - "This is perfect, you did so well" - "You're doing great baby, I'm so proud" - "You're handling this stress so well, good job" - "Good God... Look at you, doing such a good job..." - "Such a pretty baby." - "Did you do your makeup? You look great Love"

"Fuck... You're so pretty when you blush like that..."

#metal family #dee metal family #dee metal family headcannons #dee shvagenbagen #drabble

[the-stray-storyteller]

ok i saw your reblog!!!

age: 17???

speaks + country: i think bengali or like idk i imagine bangladesh or maybe nepal??? or maybe the stans

status: single? but likes the fictional characters HEHEE

fav subject: well writing obviously but also art??

i gave a feeling you also have a love hate relationship with science heeh

If anybody is wondering, they are talking about this post.

Age: YES! I turned 17 about two weeks ago.

Speaks + country: AGAIN YES! I do speak Bengali. I don't know how you know that because I think I had reblogged a singular post with tags in Bengali but that's all. Since you don't exactly know which country....I won't be revealing anything.

Status: Yes, I am single and no, I do not have crushes on fictional characters. I don't remember the last time I had a crush on anybody really. I just don't fall in love. As for fictional characters, I do get attached to them and go "I will protect this baby for the rest of my life" but it's not crushing on them.

Fav Subject: Writing is not a subject in my school and my parents did not allow me to take art. My subjects are Math, Physics, Chemistry and Computers. I hate all of them. Even English Literature and Language in my school is boring af. My favorite subject is lunch break.

Love hate relationship with science? Something like that. I loathe the Science they teach in school with burning passion. I can't stand it. I can't look at Gauss theorem, the Wurtz-fittig reaction without feeling sick. But I do enjoy reading about space, forensics and everything they don't teach in school.

#damn this was longer than I thought

[thezombieprostitute]

Tutoring

A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty​ this is my fourth entry for the Bingo card combining “college AU” and “bodyguard AU” (though I’m kinda cheesing it on the “college AU” part). Reader has no physical descriptions.

Warnings: School stress, implied kidnapping. This story is about 1700 words!

“Hi there, you must be Peter. I’m Y/N and I’ll be your literature tutor.” You shake the hand of the young man in front of you. He seemed so small but that was likely a combination of his seemingly shy nature and his giant bodyguard next to him. You’d been warned before agreeing to tutor Peter that his father, Tony Stark, was quite protective of him and he’d have a security detail. Your only requirement was that the bodyguard did not interfere with the tutoring. 

“Hi Y/N,” Peter shook your hand back, “thanks, again, for agreeing to this. I really have no idea what I’m doing with literature. I’m more of a math and science brain. Oh, and this is my bodyguard for the day, Ari.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Ari,” you extend your hand. He quickly shakes your hand, completely covering yours with his, before getting back into lookout mode. “And I understand what you mean, Peter. Today is going to be a sort of Session Zero, where we talk out your assignments, possible ideas and goals, and make sure we can actually work well together. Sound good?”

He nods ascent and you guide him to the library’s study room you had reserved. You’re glad he agreed to meet at your university’s library, you had some friends here who would look out for you and knew your signals if you needed a call for help. Tutoring was great practice for your education degree and the money was good enough but you knew to make safety a priority. 

The two of you get settled in the study room while Ari sets himself up a chair that puts himself between Peter and the door. He’s so massive you’re glad you reserved one of the larger study rooms. You’re definitely not worried about him interrupting the tutoring; he’s very much all business.

Your session with Peter goes very well. You work out a way to get his math and science interests integrated into the literature project with Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. 

“Why that one,” Peter asks.

“Fun fact, Lewis Carroll’s writings are still studied by Logicians. It’s not just word play or fantastical things in this book, there’s also plays on logic and mathematical references.”

Peter’s eyes go wide, “you’re kidding me!”

“Nope, and I think that you can do this project, literature analysis, whatever you want to call it, by looking at Alice’s Adventures through the lens of a mathematician or logician. Just please, please, please make sure to talk to your teacher about this. I’d hate for us to get almost done with everything only for them to say, ‘that’s not what I wanted.’ Okay?”

“Yeah, that makes sense. Okay, I’ll make sure to ask her at class on Monday.”

“And if she doesn’t give you a response right away, please do email her. Get some kind of paper trail going so she can’t say you never got hold of her. I’ve had bad experiences like this before.”

“Sure thing!” 

“I think this was a very successful Session Zero, Peter. What say we do this again next week?” Peter nods enthusiastically as you both pack up your things. “And thank you, Ari. I’ve had people promise to not interfere with sessions only to end up being nothing but an annoyance.” He nods and gives you a smile so charming you feel yourself almost melting.

Next week’s session you meet up with Peter at the study room but he’s not with Ari. 

“Hi Y/N! This is another of my bodyguards, James,” Peter is quick to explain. “Security detail gets switched up every now and then.”

You stand up and go to shake James’s hand, “well, as long as you also agree to not interrupt today’s session, we should get along just fine.” James nods his head and returns your handshake before moving between Peter and the door. He’s big and tall like Ari, but with short hair and light stubble where Ari had longer hair and full beard. James doesn’t take a seat and just stands there, seemingly not looking at anything. You look back and forth between him and Peter with a confused expression and Peter whispers, “he’s kinda hardcore on protection. Doesn’t believe in sitting while on duty.” You nod as though you understand but you can’t imagine opting to stand all day when chairs are available.

“Well, let’s get to it then,” you smile at Peter. “Did you get approval from your teacher on this?”

“She said she’d have to get back to me so I followed your advice and emailed her. Just to be safe.”

“Good call. So, where would you like to begin today’s session?”

After some time of discussing various passages that Peter had problems with he sighed and said, “I sometimes feel like I’m just not meant to understand literature. I tried reading things like The Hobbit, a kids book, and I couldn’t even get into it.”

“Neither could I the first several times I tried to read it,” you confessed. Out of the corner of your eye you could swear you saw James fidget. “And it took me a really long time to figure out why. It was Tolkien’s style of world-building.”

“Yeah,” Peter began, “like taking five pages to describe a door, right?”

“Actually, no.” Again, your attention is drawn to movement from where James is standing, but you continue with Peter. “You see, part of Tolkien’s world-building is including names, poems and songs ‘of old’ that are meant to tell the reader ‘this is an old world with lore and history.’ But for readers like me, and possibly you, it felt like I was starting a series with the fourth book and I had missed out on some required reading. I felt as though the names were people I was supposed to already know. It wasn’t until I read The Silmarillion that things really started to fall in place for me.”

“That makes a lot of sense,” Peter commented. “A lot of times literature feels like I’m missing pieces of the puzzle for the story to make sense, for me to see why it’s such a ‘classic’ or why it’s important.”

“Something to consider, if you’re up for it, is learning about the time period the book was written in. Not when it’s set in, because those aren’t always the same, but when it was written. It can really help explain a lot of those ‘this doesn’t make sense’ details.”

“It still feels like a lot of work to just understand a book,” Peter complains.

“But you’re not just understanding a book,” you reply. “You’re understanding a culture.”

Your discussion went on like that for the rest of the session, with no further movement from James’s section of the room.

The next session Peter showed up with yet another bodyguard. He looked apologetic when he told you, “this is Lloyd. He’s today’s security detail.”

“Nice to meet you, Cupcake,” Lloyd pulled you closer to him as he shook your hand. “I’ve heard nothing but good things from the other guys.” 

You try to back away from him. Between his handlebar mustache, aggressive body language and overpriced cologne, you knew he wasn’t going to make today’s session easy.

“Hello Lloyd,” you reply curtly. “Just to make sure, you are aware of the conditions for allowing you to sit with us for the tutoring session, yes?”

“I’m aware,” his smile grows, showing his teeth, “and I promise to try to abide. But it’s not my fault if I end up finding you distracting.” You give him an incredulous look and respond, “yes, yes it is. But if you become too much of a distraction you will have to stand outside the room or you’ll have to explain to Mr. Stark why today’s session got canceled.”

“Ooo, so bossy,” he leered. “I like ‘em bossy.” You roll your eyes and try to get the session started. 

It isn’t long until the small study room is full of Lloyd’s cologne and giving you a headache. Your mood is worsened by Lloyd’s constant fidgeting and frequent derisive noises and comments. You’re very tempted to cancel the session but Peter’s such a  good student and you want to do right by him. 

“So have you heard back from your teacher about this?”

“Yeah, finally got an email response saying she’s going to have to see a rough draft before she’ll approve.”

“A full rough draft? Not an outline or summary,” you ask. “That’s a lot of work and a ton of time you’ll never get back if she says no to this.”

“You could just bitch slap her into accepting,” Lloyd interjects. “Bitch slapping bitches always works.” Peter winces at his words and that’s the last straw for you. 

“So you’re saying it would work on you?” You do not hold back on your glare and the comment seems to catch him off guard.

“I’m no bitch.”

“Then why are you acting like a needy bitch boy who’s not getting enough attention? You were allowed here with the understanding that you do not interfere. And yet you’ve done nothing but annoy, distract and deride. So either you sit still, shut up and do your job or I slap you and see if your bitch slap theory holds.”

Both men look taken aback at your anger but you don’t stop staring down Lloyd until looks away with a “yes, ma’am.” You turn back to Peter, smile, and continue to talk out how to handle his teacher while working on the project. 

As the weeks go by you’re grateful to never see Lloyd again. Peter alternates between Ari and James for the rest of your sessions and, when it’s finally time, you’re almost sad to say goodbye to the kid. Ari even gives you a giant smile and says he owes you one. Apparently your session with Lloyd was the last straw and they were finally able to get him fired. You were happy to help and only one bad session out of a semester’s worth of tutoring was your best record thus far. Now you could focus on your own finals, you were just a couple weeks away from getting your degree and wanted to finish strong. 

You were so caught up in finals stress that you didn’t notice someone following you until you were grabbed with a rag pressed into your face. The smell is strong and you find yourself passing out quickly. The last thing your brain registers is the too strong stench of overpriced cologne and someone whispering the word, “bitch” into your ear.

#navy and roo's sleepover #college au #bodyguard au #bodyguard!ari levinson #bodyguard!bucky barnes #bodyguard!lloyd hansen #dark ending

[magicmindless]

Headcanons for Iggy?

Yes!

A HC list but it’s just Iggy

I think he needs more attention. He’s adorable :3

- Diligent, polite, and kind of shy but can talk a lot if he’s comfortable around certain people. Tends to be passive-aggressive whenever he’s upset

- I’m in for the hcs that he’s asexual and nonbinary (he/they). He found out he was asexual when he was in the seventh grade and found out he was nonbinary in the eighth grade

- He’s 15 years old, a high school freshman (ik some people see him as being younger (like middle or elementary school even) but he’s still a minor)

- He’s passive aggressive in the way that he expresses his anger silently. He’ll refuse to talk to anyone but he’ll do things like slam doors or throw things where they need to be or hit things. When he’s like this it’s best to leave him alone until he calms down (Or get Professor Fitz to talk to him)

- Also tends to cry easily if he’s upset, but he also keeps it silent to the point where it hurts his throat

- Based from Aronora’s Fitz family AU: Petrona is his mother. Neither of them are as close as they wish to be due to Petrona’s work and any time they do spend time together is sparse. Usually just movie nights and that’s about it (if you’re wondering about the father read this)

- Looks younger than he actually is which sometimes annoys him. People have assumed he was an elementary schooler

- He likes bunnies and would like one as a pet some day, but he has to wait to move out if he wants a pet since Petrona doesn’t really like pets (not that she hates animals she just doesn’t wanna live with one)

- Has an artistic side to him. He can make his own costume pieces like his glasses for his Comet Con costume and the alien mask for his Halloween costume. He’s even made prop pieces like his own model space ray inspired from Meteor Blaster X

- His mini lab which Fitz built for him has things like a model of the solar system, a clear dome roof, a telescope, and a tv to entertain himself with. His favorite thing is a giant-ass book about the solar system and space which sits on a book stand for him to read through whenever he feels like it

- More of a comic person than a book person. He just likes pictures

- I’m not saying that he’s a STEM kid but he is totally a STEM kid (Science, technology, engineering, and math)

- He believes that aliens exists. It does sound strange but knowing that space is infinite why wouldn’t there be other life out there? It makes sense to him

- He has fidget toys like pop-its and wooden puzzles because he gets bored kind of easily. He even has a Rubik’s cube which he can’t solve without a YouTube tutorial (can’t be good at everything now)

- Sleep with a stuffed astronaut penguin named Marshall every night

- He has a few close friends in school he likes to geek out about fandoms with. He was one of the introverts who were adopted by the extroverted kids but he likes them a lot

- Is online friends with Treble. They met online when Iggy was 12 and Treble was 14. The arranged a time and place to meet each other during Cluckeria’s Comet Con. Fitz and Petrona were wary about Iggy meeting Treble because of stranger danger and stuff like that but they ended up liking Treble since they were pretty much harmless (they didn’t trust Treble to drive Iggy around though)

- His favorite school subject is science of course, though his least favorite is gym class. He’s not very good at sports. Once was playing volleyball for class and he was so terrible at it he cried (based on a true story)

- He has a swear jar, though it’s not exactly for him, it’s for Petrona and Fitz. Iggy doesn’t swear but if Petrona or Fitz do they have to give him a quarter

- During Mocharia he sometimes came along with Petrona or came by himself to visit her. Petrona never talked about herself to almost anyone on set so some didn’t even know she had a son. There were very few people who were told Iggy was her son, a few people picked it up on their own, but some didn’t pay attention enough to notice at all

#asks #kirbylovesramen420 #papa louie #papa louie headcanons #flipline studios #papa Louie Iggy

[orphic-exe-archived]

tw// sh, sui ideation

i was in science class and i felt like shit. genuinely wanted to die. but you know i keep that stupid fucking smile y’know the one that i use when i don’t want people to worry about me.

but anyways i’m talking to my friend like joking about graphing the slope at which my life is rapidly going downhill. they noticed a couple of cuts on my arm and were like “are you okay?… i’m not even gonna mention those are you okay”

later in the day, only about an hour later, another friend. standing outside history class right before it starts. i’m just like kinda whining about how my life sucks it really doesn’t but i’m sensitive

i’m like “i’m not okay everything is going downhill i want to die” and then i walk into class, fixing my shrimp posture to appear cool and confident as i always do. i give the teacher a fist bump and he, obviously having noticed my earlier slouch, asked if i’m okay to which i, not even a full minute after my upset complaints, say “oh yeah i’m just tired lol”

i am the most confident person. i am kind. i am not negative. nothing bad happens to me ever. 22/50 on my math test? kill myself i bounce back. my mom hates me, again? kill myself it’s fine i’ll be out of the house in a few years. all my friends are fighting and nobody gets along anymore? kill myself i can fix it.

i no longer matter to anyone? they don’t care enough to want me around? kill myself. there’s no bouncing back, there’s no it’s fine, there’s no fixing it. i’m better off dead than a bother.

sorry guys had to get that off my chest (i say to the empty room in front of me)

#vent #</3 #tw sui ideation #tw sh

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Can I request a smut headcannon with Jay White? Thank you!

You’re welcome, darling 💕. Okay, so do the math: A Bowie song title + one phrase said by @letsgivethisonemoreshot + half a glass of wine on a chilly day off = This unedited mess (that will probably have sequels because I’m obsessed ngl 😂)

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @damnnhausen , @starwithaheart, @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @sldghmmr , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @blaquekittycat

The security camera focused on her face before the loud buzzing sound of the gates being opened were heard. She placed the thick green pile of dough in the security guard’s hand and whispered “The next time you keep me waiting that long, I’ll make sure to have this” She pointed towards the money “Shoved so far up your ass, you won’t be able to shit for a month! Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am”

“Great! Now take me to him”

The clicking of her heels against the white grimy floor was the only warning Jay had of her presence. The familiar sound made him smirk as he stared out the corridor from the Italian leather armchair. Her figure soon appeared, standing in front of his cell while the guard quietly made his exit.

“You’re late” He teased, already understanding there must have been a problem with security judging by the annoyed look on her face. If there was one thing she hated the most was lack of punctuality.

“Thank your amateurish lapdogs who somehow can make the simple task of opening a fucking gate seem like rocket science”.

Her temper, oh that temper was what made her cut out for this life and earned her nickname in this business. It was also the exact reason why Jay fell for her and decided to keep her in charge while he was in prison. No one could be as ruthless and precise as she was. The King Switch and Queen Bitch are the couple that will put an end to Bonnie and Clyde’s legacy.

Jay laughed at her snarky comment before patting his thigh “Come here”. She walked towards him and sat on his lap, her hands instantly undid his low bun and let his hair fall down on his shoulders “I like when you wear it down”. She brushed the soft semi-dark strands with her fingers as he pulled her closer to his body. Jay’s lips soon covered hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Tongues moving at their own deep and unrushed pace, taking their time in exploring each other.

“I’ll take care of it” He whispered against her lips, referring to the incident with the security guard.

“I already did” She pulled back, eyes intently staring at his gray orbs “I know how to handle these situations. I’m not some damsel in distress that needs your intervention, Jay!” Her voice had a hint of frustration behind it, making Jay sigh heavily “I’m not saying that! If I thought you were incapable of handling things I wouldn’t have let my business in your hands, would I?”

“No…I’m sorry. I’m just upset because I want you back home with me” Her fingertips traced the outlines of his face and Jay whispered “I know. I want to go home too, but we have to be patient, ok? I know this is not easy for you and we’re both suffering right now but we need to take it slow. The lawyer said Judge Moore won’t free me for the next two weeks because it’ll look suspicious, so we have to wait until the judge can sign off my release” Jay pulled the hair stick out of her hair, making the tight bun fall loose on her back. “Moore was a hard one to get, but we finally convinced him to work for us, so we have to take it slow. We can’t risk losing him, you know how beneficial he’ll be to our business, no?” He asked and she nodded in response.

“Two weeks, honeybee. Fourteen days, and everything will go back on track again, I promise” Jay kissed her lips and pulled her pencil skirt up to her hips. He turned her around so she could straddle his lap and soon he felt her heat above his groin through the track pants.

Jay’s hands caressed her inner thighs as their kiss deepened, his fingertips teased her outer lips and traced her bikini line before his middle finger circled around her entrance. “You came prepared, I see” He smirked, voice filled with happiness at meeting her bare core. “I don’t like wasting time” Was her brief response.

Her hands caressed down his carved abs, feeling each and every muscle beneath her palms “Fuck me” She whispered against his neck, tongue tracing his pulse point before her teeth scraped the warm, tanned skin “Please, I need you”.

Jay picked her up in his arms and placed her down on the king size bed. His hands pulled her white dress shirt apart, causing the buttons to fly away and fall randomly across the cell. His tongue traced the supple skin of her chest, licking and nipping the top of her breasts until his teeth bit on her clothed nipple. The feeling of the Leavers lace and her warm skin against his tongue had Jay groaning in pleasure. Her hands quickly pulled his cock out of the track pants and brushed the tip against her clit, teasing both of them at the same time.

“Put me in” He licked her hard nipple through the lace “Put me in you”

The minute he sank in, Jay wasted no time and quickly began to thrust his hips. She moved underneath him, eagerly following his moves and sinking her stiletto heels on his ass cheeks to keep him as close to her as she could.

“Harder” She moaned on his ear “Give it to me harder”

Jay held her hips against the mattress and moved faster, earning a loud moan from her. “Look at me” He closed one of his hands around her neck “Keep looking at me”.

Her hands tugged on his hair, pulling his face down so his forehead could rest against hers. They would have plenty of time to talk about business later, because right now the only thing that truly mattered was that the King was with his Queen once again.

#jay white fanfiction #jay white imagine #jay white x reader #jay white #switchblade jay white #njpw imagine #njpw smut #njpw wrestling #masochist writes

[adrianlovesyou]

i like music. i like books. i like plays. i like watching plays, being in plays, reading plays. i like collecting playbills.

i like the piano, the violin, the harp. i like writing music, listening to music, playing music. i like a little bit of everything.

i like Mary Shelley, Oscar Wilde, Donna Tartt, Christopher Paolini, Rick Riordan. i like horror, mystery, fantasy, science fiction, thrillers. i like Frankenstein and The Last Man and The Picture of Dorian Gray and The Secret History and The Goldfinch.

i like coffee, i like tea. i like pomegranate black tea and matcha and hazelnut syrup.

i love pomegranates. the seeds, the tea, anything with pomegranates.

i hate pineapples. i haven't eaten one in years. i can't stand to be within five feet of one.

i like science and english. i can't quite sit through math. i believe there's a world where i would like math, but it isn't like this.

i like film. i like to edit films, to analyze films, to watch films with a bit of sweet and salty popcorn. i like sweet and salty popcorn. i don't like cheese popcorn, and i don't always like caramel. sometimes it's too sweet and too sticky.

i have a cat. she likes spending time outside, and she's rarely home when i'm home. sometimes at night, she sleeps in my bed.

sometimes at night, i sit outside with my cat and we look at the stars. i like looking for Perseus. i like looking for the Pleiades.

i like going outside. i like riding my bike at night and swimming in lakes. there are no good lakes near where i live, only pools.

i hate swimming in pools. i was on the swim team once. i swam a really fast backstroke. i miss feeling fast, but i can't have that anymore.

my sister swam on the swim team. she did cross country too. she rides her bike too.

i have sisters. i wish i had brothers. i wish i had a twin brother. i wish someone would keep me company. my siblings have their own lives now, and it gets awfully lonely at home.

i get awfully lonely at home. and at school. i have friends, plenty of friends, but nobody i trust, nobody i truly want to tell all of this to.

#i feel stupid #is this even poetry #is this anything #guys pls #is anyone out there #is anyone listening #is anyone even reading this #poem #poet #poets on tumblr #poetry #original poem #every tag i can think to use because i want someone to see this

[slutforstabbings-archive]

cowboy!corey hcs... what u got?

Sorry for taking a week on this 😅 without further ado ~

pre-accident:

Corey grows up watching old westerns, Little House on the Prairie, The Waltons, etc because Joan doesn't want him watching any of that raunchy, degenerate current TV, it might give him ideas about girls and a girl could take him away from her.

Little does she know he's still getting ideas about leaving. Go west, young man! Haven't you been told? California's full of whiskey, women, and gold 🤩 Corey heavily feels his father's absence, so the cowboys and farmers on TV become his Daddy. That's what A Man is. That's what Corey should be, would be if his fucking mother would lay off. That's what would make his father proud, if he had lived, the kind of boy he would've raised Corey to be, Joan be damned.

As he gets into his teens, he gets more interested in science and math in school and science fiction in media. Joan allows him Star Wars and Star Trek. He puts the cowboy thing to bed and decides to become an engineer and he works really hard junior and senior year of high school and in his two years at the community college.

But then the accident ruins that plan, and his daydreams find their way back to farms and rodeos and shoot outs. Except Corey always used to picture himself as the US Marshall. Now he imagines himself as the bank robber or the cattle rustler. Less Lone Ranger, more Jesse James.

post-accident, pre-Michael/no Michael:

Maybe in a universe where he gets away before he meets Laurie and Allyson and Michael, he packs a backpack full of clothes, rolls up a big wad of cash he's been hoarding and leaves in the middle of the night while Joan and Ronald are asleep. He takes a bus to Chicago and then a train to Montana or Colorado or Wyoming.

Maybe he gets a job at a horse stable. He doesn't know anything about horses, he's never even seen one in person before. But he mucks stalls and whatever other grunt work they give him and he learns how to ride after his shift is over. He's good with horses, he gets horses. Big, scary, powerful animals that are afraid of everything. They're fascinating.

Turns out he's got a knack for breaking horses that buck of that habit, so someone at work is like why don't you try this amateur bronc riding competition that's coming up? It's a pretty different skill but Corey's okay at it. It only takes him a couple of events to make it the full 8 seconds. The day he makes it, he's wearing a new hat. That's his lucky hat from then on, and it never lets him down.

post-Michael:

If Allyson left with him when he called and said 'we need to leave' I could totally see her going country with him. She would look so cute too, wow 🥺. But I think her presence would keep Corey more grounded and more normal, so I don't think his trajectory in this situation would be that much different.

However, survivor!Corey or a Corey that diverges from canon later than the phone call isn't gonna be mucking any fucking horse stalls, and he rides bulls, not broncs. The kind of targeted fury that drove his murder spree is gone, but he's still pissed the fuck off, he loves violence, and he hates himself.

He signs up for an amateur bull riding competition. They tell him he should practice on the mechanical first but he doesn't give a shit. He makes it the 8 seconds easily. When they give him his prize he just stands there glowering.

But the glower doesn't mean he doesn't like the attention. Corey loves the attention.

If this Corey isn't on the run from the cops, he's going pro, and he's like, a wrestling heel but for the rodeo. He wears all black, he always looks pissed, he never no scores - he wishes you had to stay on the bull for 10 seconds or 12 or 16. Some of the other cowboys think all the hype around him is blown out of proportion, but the ones who've actually spent any time with him, the ones who've seen his darkened eyes and eerie stillness as he mounts the bull before the gate opens, they know he's a scary motherfucker.

If he IS on the run from the law he's not going pro but I don't think he can stay away from the amateur competitions. He just registers with a fake name, wears a bandana over his nose and mouth like a bandit. It's easy money and it helps him get the violent impulses out.

@cordelium @toxicanonymity @ethanhoewke @heartrot666 @mutlifandom--mess @hersweetrevenge @rebel-blue @wolvesandvampires

#corey cunningham #cowboy!corey cunningham #thoughts #mine #ask

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - double trouble

Hey, just wanted to say I loved your fic Mr Evershed x Student!reader - double trouble. If you want to write a sequel that would be awesome! Please? No pressure though if your not interested in writing a sequel. - @witchreporter 💜

Because of Mr Evershed forcing you and Tyler to wear name badges, it soon spread around like wild fire that you were identical twins.

Though they knew there was two of you, most of the teachers still had a hard time telling you both apart without the name tags.

And you used that to your advantage, still swapping some lessons when you were sure you wouldn’t be caught.

Standing in the hallway, hands stuffed into your hoodie pockets, you looked at Tyler as they paced up and down by their locker.

“What’s your issue?” You asked.

Tyler sighed and stopped pacing to look at you.

“I fed up these stupid bad grades I’m getting in science.”

You held out your hand and looked at your twins report card, giving a small nod of your head.

“I’ll do yo it homework if you want.”

“Come on, we have the damned headteacher watching is like a hawk, he knows the different between us and our handwriting.”

You smirked a little, handing the report card back.

“Who says I have to write it? I just gotta give you the answers.”

Tyler shook their head.

“Forget it, it’s fine I’m going to ask for extra lessons to help. You should probably do the same cause your grades really suck.”

“Nah, I’ve got science and PE it’s fine! Anyway, I’m going to the shop do you want anything?”

Tyler looked through the bag before looking at you.

“My favourite drink?”

You laughed and nodded your head, making your way towards the side exit for the school and you left.

Your grades had taken a massive drop since you and Tyler stopped swapping, you hated English and Math, you were absolutely horrible at them.

So you decided to just stop going to them all together, sometimes you still went, but most of the time you didn’t.

Wondering to the shop, you happily walked in and grabbed Tyler’s favourite drink and snack, and you grabbed a drink and some snacks for yourself.

You paid for them and stuffed them all into your bag and left the shop just as your phone chimed.

Tyler: Evershed is a man on a mission hunting for you, hide and hide well.

You: any idea what he wants?

Tyler replied a few seconds later.

Tyler: I’m not sure, just get back here fast, and go through the back fence.

Stuffing your phone into your pocket, you jogged back to the school, then around it to get to the back and you crawled through a gap in the fence.

Tyler was waving you over from behind the building and you ran over, and they pulled you down.

“Give me your bag.”

You nodded and you swapped bags, Tyler shoving their books into yours and you shoving yours into theirs and you both sat next to one another.

“What’s this about?” You whispered.

“Someone ratted your out for leaving to go to the shops, no idea who. But he knows.”

“Has it occurred to you he’s going to check both bags?” You hissed.

“Yeah but he knows I’ve been here all day.”

“I don’t think it’s going to work like that. Give me the bag of snacks…”

Tyler pulled it out and you looked around before getting up, jogging over to a nearby tree, you jumped up and grabbed one of the branches, hauling yourself half up.

You tied the bag to another branch and dropped down, running back over to sit with Tyler.

“Perfect, can’t see it.”

Tyler nudged your shoulder and you looked up, grinning up at the headteacher who walked over.

He pointed at you, then to your bag.

“I’ve heard you’ve been on a little shopping spree.”

“Been here all day sir.”

“But not in lessons?”

You shrugged a little.

“Alright, want to show me your bag if you’ve been here all day?”

You opened Tyler’s bag and dumped everything on the floor and he nodded, looking to Tyler who did the same thing.

“Gonna do a pat down sir? Cause I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.” Tyler said.

Mr Evershed rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, watching as you two swapped books and everything and he shook his head.

“Absolutely not.”

Walking over, he took the books and handed you both the correct books and took a few steps back.

“So, if you’ve been in school, where have you been hiding?” He asked.

“Well I’m not going to tell you am I? Innocent till proven guilty and all that.” You smirked.

He hummed a little.

“Well, guess what? You now have detention with me after school, and we’re going to be catching up on all the work you’ve been missing and having a talk about why you’re not going to lessons.”

You shrugged a little, leaning back against the wall.

“Sure, if you can find me I’ll go to detention.”

You jumped up, grabbed your bag and Tyler did the same thing, and you both ran away.

You both ran down a hallway and stood by some lockers.

“You’re really not going to go?” Tyler asked.

“Nah I will, it’s just fun to see how far I can push.”

Tyler laughed and you grinned.

“So are you going to your next lesson?”

“Hmm, math so nah. But I’ll wait for you outside of yours when you’re done.”

Tyler nodded.

“You know he’s going to snap one day.”

“Nah, he’s a teacher he can’t snap. Not allowed.”

Tyler shrugged a look down the hallway as the bell went.

“See you later, don’t get caught moron.”

“Whatever, later!”

You snuck back outside, making sure the coast was clear and you went to the tree, climbing up you grabbed the bag and sat in the tree eating your snacks and scrolling through your phone.

The day was coming to an end, and you were still sat up in the tree, pulling at the leaves.

“I knew you went to the shop, get down here.”

You looked down and grinned, stuffing the rest of your stuff into your bag and you looked down at the headteacher.

“How’d you find me?”

“We do have cameras in this school you know. I saw you climbing up here.”

You nodded your head and gestured for him the step back so he did and you jumped down.

Swinging your bag on to your shoulder you stuffed your hands into your hoodie pocket.

“My office, now.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I’m not playing games anymore (Y/N), my office. This isn’t me asking, it’s me telling you to go to the office.”

You raised your hands and made your way to the office and he closed the door before walking around to look at you.

“I’ve had it up to here with your behaviour. Tyler has improved, yet you seem to be going downhill every single day, your attendance and grades both get worse.”

You shrugged a little.

“No. No don’t you shrug at me. I want an answers as to what you think you’re playing at. You’re ruining your education, and not only that, you’re putting Tyler’s at risk as well.”

“No I’m not. I don’t force them to do anything they do what they want, just like I do.”

“You think this is funny? If you keep going like this you’re going to fail every single one of your exams.” He snapped.

You hummed, nodding your head.

“Right, because it’s your place to tell kids they’re going to be nothing but failures right? That we’ll fail our exams if we dare to have a little bit of fun?”

“(Y/N) that’s not what I meant…”

You raised your hands.

“I get it, I’m a failure, thanks for that Evershed, really. Thanks. Just what every students wants to hear. You wanna tell Tyler that too? Oh I know maybe you can have an assembly and tell the whole school that!”

“(Y/N)!”

“No! You don’t get to shout at me! Yes I may ditch classes but you think I’m not working?! I work my ass off each night to try and understand this crap just a little bit! But you’re right, I’m going to fail either way, so there’s no point.”

You stormed out and he followed you, calling your name.

Standing by Tyler’s classroom door you ignored him as he tried to talk to you and you waited for Tyler.

You both left the school and you stopped, walking over to his car you looked at him and dumped the contents of your bottle on his window shield and students laughed and cheered.

“Come on is that really necessary?” He asked.

Tyler looked between you and Mr Evershed.

“Don’t.” He warned.

Tyler opened their bottle and did the same thing.

“Seriously? Both of you?”

“Mess with one of us you mess with both of us. It’s a package deal really.” Tyler shrugged.

“Great you can both come to detention then.”

You threw your bottle at him and Tyler did the same thing before you both ran away and out of the gate.

Having you mad at him was bad enough, but both you and Tyler? God knows what was going to happen.

Neither you or Tyler showed up the next day, but the day after that Tyler showed up and you in normal clothes walking them to reception.

“You’ll pick me up after right? And bring food?” Tyler grinned.

You grinned back.

“Absolutely yeah. Hold on I’ve got something to do.”

You dug through your pockets and pulled out a small carton of eggs.

“Seriously?” Tyler asked.

“I am a very petty person yes. Wanna egg a window with me?”

“Nah but I’ll watch.” Tyler smirked.

You nodded and looked for the right window, and when you found it you took a few steps back and launched an egg at the window, cheering when the egg broke.

Students laughed and cheered and crowded around.

“Right! Oi! Move!”

You looked at the headteacher coming over and carried on throwing the eggs.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N) enough!” He yelled.

“Or what?! Gonna call me a failure again?!” You snapped.

“Can we talk about this inside?” He asked.

“You said what to them?!” Tyler snapped.

“Can we talk about this inside, please? Both of you?” He asked.

You tossed the final egg up and down in your hand as you looked at him, and dropped the carton and reached into your pocket to pull out a large tub of glitter.

Tyler took it from you and you just stared at the teacher.

“I may suck at school, but you know what I’m great at?”

You tossed the egg at his feet, grabbed the glitter from your twin and ran at him, opening the tub you threw it in the air above him.

“Pranks bitch!”

You cheered and dodged teachers as they tried to grab hold of you and Tyler laughed, running back out the gate with you.

Mr Evershed sighed and walked back to his office, a small trail of glitter following behind him as he just stood there unsure what to do about the whole situation.

It would’ve been easier to deal with if you had caused direct damage, or shouted and screamed or tried to fight him.

But you were pulling harmless pranks, and there wasn’t much he could do about that aside from either give you detention, or suspend you which you’d both love.

So he decided he would try to call your parents, then go home, put some non glitter covered clothes on and try and find where you two had run off too

#ackley bridge #ackley bridge imagine #ackley bridge x reader #ackley bridge x you #mr evershed imagine #mr evershed x you #mr evershed x reader #mr evershed

[kleenexwoman]

From "Every Breath That I Held For You":

So he calls Howard.

“Congratulations on knocking up the little woman,” Howard says, once his secretary gets him on the line. “Peg’s been kinda sore about pulling desk duty, but nobody’s gonna let some goon with a gun pop the first-born kid of the American Superman. Everyone’s real happy for you two.”

“Yeah, I can understand that.” Steve tries to force a chuckle, but suddenly the only thing on his mind is He knows about Zola, too. He must. And he’s not telling me either.

“So what’s on your mind, pal?” Howard asks after a few silent seconds slip by. “I know you’re a domesticated man these days–which is fine, you’ve earned it–but if you’re calling me to invite me to the baby shower, I’m just going to send you a nice silver-plated spoon for the kid’s pacifier and skip the party. Or a robot nanny. How’d you like a robot nanny, Steve? I bet I could–”

Howard interrupts himself to mutter something about tensile strength and feedback loops, and then there’s the sound of frantic scribbling.

(It’s so like Tony that Steve nearly cries, right on the spot. He can’t count the number of times they’d been trying to figure out a solution to something, discussing the wonders of science, or just shooting the shit over a bad movie, and Tony would stop in the middle of a sentence to mumble at himself until he came up with something utterly brilliant and ridiculous, proudly presenting it to Steve. He even liked to use pen and paper when he was just scribbling, telling Steve once that inspiration came from the fingertips.)

“--never have to change a single diaper in your life,” Howard mutters, “warm another bottle, rock it to sleep–”

(“You know, my old man never played catch with me in his life,” Tony had said one night after they’d watched Field of Dreams together. “Come to think of it, he didn’t do a single damn thing with me in his life. Just at me.”

Steve barely remembered his father, just the sense of a hug and a dead body in a coffin. He’d just hugged Tony.

“I had someone for everything,” Tony continued, voice catching. “Jarvis planning my day. Tutors for homework because my dad didn’t have time to help me with math and science. I was late walking, uncoordinated as hell, they even got me a coach to play catch with. Never spent more than two hours with him unless we were on vacation. Couldn’t fucking stand to be around me.”)

“I appreciate the effort, but I don’t want a robot nanny,” Steve says. “Peggy and I aren’t going to have domestic help. We think it’s important for a kid to bond with their parents when they’re being fed or rocked to sleep. It lets them know they can rely on you. Prevents attachment disorders.”

There’s a very long pause without any scribbling or muttering.

“Uh-huh,” Howard says finally. “Well, that all sounds good. Good for you.”

They used to think you could get autism if your mom was not affectionate enough. They called them "refrigerator mothers". I think it's a lot more likely that people who are forced into having children and who also happen to have autism are probably not going to be able to connect with their child much or show much joy in being a parent, but what do I know, I don't have kids.

Anyway, this passage is about expectations of parenting, obviously. I really don't think that Steve would have gotten a lot of "men shouldn't do this, it's not masculine" from his mom, who was concerned with his ability to survive first and his moral character a very close second. She seems very big on helping people and stepping up, so I believe that Steve was completely ready to be a stay-at-home dad. I don't believe he devalues feminine labor, even if he hates doing the dishes lol everyone else, and I believe he would have had an idea how difficult taking care of a child is.

That said, I don't think he's the kind of character that really wants kids, like Steve Harrington. I think he'd be really supportive but also pretty emotionally closed-off in his own way and very invested in I Have To Be A Parent and Be Parental, if that makes any sense.

Howard is a much more standard man of his time in regards to childrearing here. Men didn't raise kids, that was women's work, and Howard is really weirded out that Steve cares so much here. Steve is supposed to be this perfectly manly man that Howard created, and frankly Howard wants to be pals with him and go around picking up chicks with the Perfect Wingman. So all this Steve nattering on about childrearing is really killing his broner here, he just wants a cool guy friend to validate him.

And of course Steve has that background paranoia of who knows what and how much about HYDRA. There's been a lot of different opinions about how well Zola hid it, but for my money the trick is making it so that SHIELD and Hydra simply happen to have philosophies and goals that are, on some level, compatible.

#captain america #captain america fanfiction #stony fic #stony

[lizzibennet]

okay if i ask why you hate that one dead poets society quote? i saw your tags on that web weaving post and was curious

okay so the entire quote is this

“We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?”

and i would like the quote if not for the “And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.” because the implication is that medicine, law, etc and poetry, beauty are mutually exclusive, that these latter pursuits are devoid of passion, which is simply untrue. i’m a former stem student and i can guarantee there is beauty in everything people think of as an “exact” science: maths, chemistry, physics. like literally mathematical beauty is a whole area of study. think about it, just this week we got those marvelous images from the james webb telescope. the people that made that possible are largely engineers, people who are involved with theoretical physics bs 90% of the time and freaking out the other 10% lol, and the result moves me to tears. You gonna say there is no beauty in that? there is no poetry in that? science has never removed any of the wonder in life, science has helped us be even more awestruck by it, because when you study statistics and physics and chemistry and then look at our planet and our universe you realize it’s MUCH more wonderful than it seems at first glance. science has helped us make sense of our existence and make sense of the human experience just as much as poetry helps us make sense of it. the humanities/stem duality is 100% fake but people are so fucking attached to it and that quote has been used as an “argument” that this separation is good actually before which made me not stand it and ruined an otherwise good movie </3

#and before anyone comes at me with the ‘you are finding beauty in it there is no inherent beauty to it’ #yes. just like poetry???? #anonymous #what is my ask tag again #idk if i explained myself well but like. the entire wuote basically implies it’s one or the other which irks me

[obesericewrites]

Smth light-hearted, what would be everyone's clique if they were transported into those highschool aus? I feel like Mr. Jaha would be the guidance counselor or the professor everyone loves. Can you imagine Prom season?!

Oh, Mr. Jaha is the history professor for sure! All his students absolutely adore him… for his teachings, of course. He is a menace though, if you skip his class or show up late, you’ll never hear the end of it and have a small paper of shame placed on your desk. And when prom arrives, he’s all over the place yet has everything together. Jaha goes from supervising to giving announcements.

Miss Portia is the math professor. She is firm but you will leave her class with straight As, whether it be by her teachings or by force. Portia is the teacher you wouldn’t dare to insult her class or even give a dirty look, her calculated gaze would seek you out like a heat-seeking missile. When prom comes, she lets her presence be a warning in itself to anyone who wants to ruin the night.

(Now for the ROs, I’ll have them be teachers rather than students. If you want to see them in that form of ask, re-ask this again and I’ll write it!)

M is the English teacher. Which is a pain for their students. The heavy accent they speak in and the lack of answering questions make it a pain for whoever takes their class. However, it’s worth it when M brings their daughter from her recess to their classroom. She entertains the high schoolers. When prom arrives, they just stand next to the drinks and give a glare to any students with ill intentions.

S is the PE teacher. Oh…they give their students hell. You talk back or snark a bit too much to them, ten laps and you take the rest of the class with you. It’s a love-hate relationship that S has with their students. Their students love how much fun and open they can be with S, however, they hate how snippy and big-headed their teacher can be. When prom comes around, S is all across the dance floor. Shoving or pinching at any students who get too frisky. Covering up their concern by just being an ass.

B would be a science or health. It doesn’t matter, but they’ll teach whatever they end up picking. Their students love them and have the utmost respect for B. No one ever raises their voice or speaks out of turn. The other teachers joke that B teaches manners along with science/health. When prom arrives, everyone is well-behaved and doesn’t do anything to.. messy. Well, throwing toilet paper all over the walls is something B can’t control.

#mr jaha ask #miss portia ask #s ask #m ask #ro ask #b ask

[day0walkersdrafts]

kinktober day four - love

Benny knows about love. Despite what many former partners might write in an official end of relationship review. Great in bed, needs work on communication skills, lacks the ability to feel love, 5/10. It’s not a difficult concept—he was in course work so complex, involving math so dense that it would make that art cuck Yasiel weep. Walk a mile through his curriculum. If he figured that out, love wasn’t hard. The concept was at it’s core, simple.

Mothers loved their children. Children loved their mothers. Siblings loved each other, even when they hated each other. People loved sports. They loved beer. They loved dogs (maybe too much). They loved partying, they loved their cars, they loved walking on the beach and sundaes and chicken tenders and loved being hugged and loved reality TV even when it was ruining their brains.

People love each other.

Benny likes things. He likes science. He likes black coffee. He likes his car. He likes jumping on crunchy fall strewn leaves. He likes alien conspiracy theories and rap music and writing in blue pen and painting his nails and getting tattoos and sunglasses.

He isn’t avoiding love, the way people assume. They’re two ships in a harbor passing, without ever signaling, without ever knowing. People love each other. Benny likes things. There is nothing missing; there can’t be, it was never there in the first place. When he was pulled out the mold, that part got stuck. He looks at himself in the mirror and says, I like things and that’s enough.

It has to be.

—

They’re late again.

Benny stands on the sidewalk, hands in his pockets, looking at the sky. In the city, there are no stars. There can’t be, because of the light pollution. But there’s a sort of beauty in a smoggy, black sky anyway. All encompassing dark that blankets everything. Benny stares at it, a cigarette dangling from his lip, slowly burning down.

When he sees the front doors to the apartment complex swing open, he drops it and grinds it underneath his heel. Maran stumbles a bit on the cement steps that spill out onto the pavement. He does a silly little dance as he does, catching himself on a railing, hopping foot to foot to right himself. He’s all smiles; big and beautiful and carefree. It pulls at his cheeks, gives him dimples. Makes those sharp cheekbones look so good.

“Thanks,” he says breathlessly as he drops beside Benny. He buzzes with an electrified current of energy. It sizzles and pops in the air around him; like radio waves. His frequency is always tuned so high that Benny feels like if he held his hands on either side of Maran, he’d feel the wavelengths pulsing off him. They’d be pink. Maybe yellow and orange.

“For?”

“Waiting,” Maran says, stepping closer. “I know you said grab your jacket, I forgot!”

Benny reaches up and slowly slides Maran’s zipper until it’s up to his throat. He watches his adams apple bob softly. Benny resists the urge to close his hand around it, just to feel his heartbeat under his palm. Instead, he turns toward the end of the street. The walk to the bar is short—twenty minutes if he’s doing his New Yorker walk and Maran can keep up.

Out of habit, he drops his hand from his pocket, palm turned outward. It’s habit now. It’s routine. It’s—

Maran scoops his hand up and laces their fingers together. He’s talking, his pretty voice filling the otherwise silence of the late night. He bounces on the balls of his feet as he steps. Occasionally tugs Benny’s hand for attention. He likes listening; he likes having his hand pulled. He likes…

“Oh, and Matilda bought me like premium hair dye—like the good shit? And I was thinkin’ if you wanted?” He draws that word out like a question. Waaaaanted? And as he does, Maran pauses on the sidewalk. He gives Benny that boyishly bashful smile, chin tucked down and then he swings their hands together. Back and forth, back and forth. He puts emphasis on the motion, his whole body into it, rocking himself back and forth and watching Benny with big, expectant eyes.

The night sky suddenly doesn’t seem so dark. The streetlights don’t flicker; they stay on and illuminate little pockets of safety on the sidewalk. All at once, Benny’s heart is crawling up his throat. His palms tingle, his legs feel light, his stomach flips over and over and over. His lungs fill up with all the night city air and then catch. Pause. Unable to release. He watches Maran lift their hands and twirl himself underneath them. Then he steps closer. He has an eyelash on his cheek. It feels glaringly obvious, even when he’s covered in so many dark freckles.

“Right? Earth to Ben. Chhhhkk. Houston, we have a critical Ben error. Not finding a signal…Uh, Ben, are you alright?”

Without thinking much, Benny’s other hand lifts and touches Maran’s cheek. He leans in, their foreheads bumping. He thinks he means to kiss him, but their lips don’t meet. Benny realizes, too late, that he’s being fucking weird and doesn’t know how to fix it. Instead he swallows and then stutters a laugh. He presses a quick succession of pecks to Maran’s cheek, to his ear, squeezes him affectionately.

“Y-Y-You l-looked cute is—is all.”

He can tell when he pulls back that Maran doesn’t necessarily believe it. There’s a bit of a pinch to his brow, but the kisses had warmed his cheeks to a pretty pink color. Benny’s thumb brushes softly over a plush bottom lip and he leans in to give him a kiss there too.

“C’mon, we’re l-la-late, right?”

—

As much as I love you sits comfortably at the end of his tongue on so many different occasions (that one, that is in his memory forever, Maran spinning himself, their hands connected, his bright smile underneath the yellow pool of a streetlight), I’m sorry is there just as frequently. Sometimes, heavier than anything else.

Sometimes, he feels it just as strongly; interchangeable. I love you. I’m sorry. Because, he wishes he knew how to make himself better, but the idea of it is scarier than anything else.

And Benny is scared, all of the time.

—

“You have a knot.”

Benny makes a noncommittal groaning noise, face to his pillow. He’s half asleep still, his arm dangling off his bed from where his hand had made a desperate slapping maneuver to silence his phone alarm.

“I can see it, Ben. Like, on your back.” He makes another noise that is neither agreeing nor disagreeing, just yes, I’m awake now, Maran. He’d never met someone who had the ability to wake up and be instantly ready for the day besides Maran. Benny needed a cup of coffee to get his cup of coffee; but Maran was like melatonin to him sometimes too. He found himself getting the full eight hours of sleep he’d been deprived of almost his entire life.

He shivers at the sudden sensation of Maran’s hand drawing down his spine. There’s a bit of pressure to it and then it smooths over his lower back. Benny’s face presses to the pillow more, his body shifting slightly. Maran’s laugh is soft and low and makes his cheeks feel suddenly, impossibly hot. Benny bites the fabric of the pillow to stop himself from making another noise.

“You need a better chair for your desk.” Maran talks as he moves. The weight of him suddenly settles over top the back of Benny’s thighs. Benny’s dangling arm draws up, tucks underneath the pillow to join his other. He hasn’t moved his face—part of him is afraid to, because Maran will see that dark pink color he knows is touching his cheekbones.

And he knows Maran would never make fun of him for it but there’s always that lingering fear. That unfurling hot worry in his chest; the fear. Benny isn’t supposed to be someone who blushes. Not his style. He’s not like that. His teeth grind harder when Maran’s hands start moving across his back.

“Nothing w-wrong with my chair,” he finally musters the strength to mumble. He feels Maran shake with a quiet laugh. Palms spread over his shoulders and then dig their way down, making his calves tighten with undeniable pleasure. The hands are warm, the touches to sensitive, sore areas. Benny presses his forehead into the pillow.

“Yeah? You sit there all night in shrimp position. Curled over, looking at your notes. I dunno, Ben. I think you need lumbar support or something.”

He does move then. Turns to his side and blinks up at Maran. He’s half knelt to give Benny the room to turn, hands raised. Benny looks from them to Maran’s face, his brows knitting together incredulously. He’s smiling without realizing he is, not that usual knife slit of a grin that makes people nervous, but that soft, unguarded, odd smile he slowly found himself regaining. Because of Maran.

“Lumbar support? Are yo-you googling desk ch-chairs in your spare time?”

“You need a new one,” Maran mutters, sinking so he’s fully sat on Benny. It’s not like he was unaware before that both of them are stripped simply to briefs, but that becomes incredibly obvious when their hips merge together like that. Benny’s hand touches Maran’s side, watches him sort of melt into the touch. He feels a hot stir inside himself.

“C’mere,” Benny says and when he pulls Maran down, they kiss instantly.

—

It’s different than it usually is.

Maran is smart. He’s one of the smartest people Benny knows; smart in the way that matters. Smart with people. Understands the way of things quicker than anyone else. Acutely aware of moods and mannerisms—reads between the lines of conversations, picks up on the unexpected. Maran is so smart.

That’s why it’s different than it usually is—because Maran, at some point, figured Benny out before Benny even realized he had. His hand, turned out, by his side, just waiting for Maran to take it. When had that become habit?

They’re facing each other. Maran’s arms are stronger than they look, one of them slung around Benny’s shoulders, tugging him close. Chest to chest. His free hand keeps a firm cup underneath Ben’s knee, keeps his legs parted in a way that’s so fucking good. With every slow, but meaningful thrust, something inside Benny comes apart at the seams. There’s a knitting hook undoing the string holding him together. His hands cling desperately around Maran—in ways he’s never desperately held onto someone.

“Don’t stop,” surprises him, because it comes from him. It’s not a lusty demand for more, it’s not a whining plea, or dirty talk to heighten anything. He doesn’t know why he says it; Maran’s slow, steady thrusting doesn’t threaten to end. Benny’s eye lashes flicker and Maran’s nose touches his cheek. The gentle nudge makes them look at each other. The dark color of Maran’s eyes pull at him, drag him in closer. Don’t stop, he thinks, or says, again.

With you, it feels so good. He’s scared he says it out loud—he wants it to be said, out loud. Wants Maran to know.

His hands cup behind Maran’s head, pull himself in closer. The slow roll of his body forward as he does it makes the other man gasp out a sound. Maran’s hand tightens and jerks Benny’s leg around him fuller. His hips grind up and Benny feels every inch, feels every single inch in a way that makes him moan. It’s a vulnerable, loud thing that pulses out of him. A shiver runs up and down his spine.

He gets pushed to his back then. The position shift makes him whine—a whimper that he’s never heard from himself, something high pitched and wanting. One of his hands digs into Maran’s lower back, pulling him in again. Hips rut together, the sound of thighs slapping loud against the backdrop of their heavy breathing, their moaning. When his eyes open, Maran is smiling down at him, wedged between his thighs, sweat sliding down his temples, down his collarbone, his chest. Benny pants. Swallows hard. He lifts a hand as if he’s going to touch.

It gets captured by Maran’s and pinned to the bed. Their fingers lace together. His insides go molten and painful when Maran leans down, thrusts harder. Benny’s erection throbs between their pushed together stomachs and he knows he’s close. Their lips brush, but Maran moves his head from the kiss. He buries it into a soft, pale neck.

When he says I love you, he squeezes Benny’s hand.

The world goes white.

—

Maran is smart. And Benny knows about love.

When they lay together, after, they don’t talk about anything important. Maran explains the plot line of a video game he’s playing; kids saving the planet from an alien invasion. Benny promises to buy a new chair, goes over his undying hatred for one of his professors again. The blankets get pulled up. Their tacky, sweaty bodies still find a way to be together, tangled legs and arms. They switch from on their sides to on their backs to stomachs to facing one another again.

Maran tells a bad joke he heard from Xavier and Benny rolls his eyes. They make plans for tomorrow, when the apartment will be full again, because the times when it’s empty are few and far between. Maran falls asleep at some point and Benny watches him. He draws patterns with his eyes, across Maran’s freckles. Connects them, like constellations. Here is Maran’s Orion’s Belt. The Little Dipper on his shoulder.

The fear feels small in comparison to that.

#benny #maran #benny x maran #uni au

[honey-minded-hivemind]

I've done the separate tribe aus and the main 🐉Wings of Fire AU... but... what about a...

⛰🐉Jade Mountain Academy⏳📜 AU?

This au would take place in Jade Mountain Academy, where the adults for both the X-Men and Brotherhood are teachers, and the teens/kids are students... Now, there will be winglets. And for each winglet, there is a spot for each tribe. There will be five winglets, each with the same name they had from Wings of Fire: Jade, Gold, Silver, Copper, and Quartz. This au takes on the more school-like qualities, and has a sense of normalcy some of the other 🐉Wings of Fire aus might lack...

Some characters will keep their tribe from the main au; some will be changed; and for this au, I plan to choose which tribe the reader is from, since y'all got to pick for the main au. Hybrids are a thing. If you are a hybrid, you can go into either tribes' spot. But, this only really works if you are a half-and-half hybrid. Anything over that gets complicated. I will be giving everyone their own special name for this au, too. I will come up with some options for the reader to pick from, and if I think it best, I will use a generic name to cover for the reader. Since we've gone over basic rules, let's get to the fun stuff...

Classes! The classes from Jade Mountain Academy are also in this au! We have history, math, hunting, basic health and anatomy, library/reading, art, music, and others we haven't seen yet/weren't exactly mentioned, like science, literature, spelling, physical education (P.E.), etc.... not to mention Prey Center time! And group activities, like presentations, field trips, scavenger hunts, basic safety, self-defense... So. Many. Possibilities. And the group caves! The different types of beds/bedding, environment, and little things kept in the room... Hammocks, rock ledges, leaves and ferns, a small pool or river, blankets, reed mats, animal furs, you name it, something will be provided for the student in question (within reason).

About relationships between characters: to start with, anything between the reader and everyone else is strictly platonic. Next, while a few characters may be romantic towards each other, that won't be explored as much. A few characters who I wasn't sure if they were adults or teens, I will decide on that for this au. I am mainly using X-Men Evolution for this, but will add in a few character dynamics from the Animated Series, and a few headcanons/changes that I came up with, such as less if the adults trying to maim children and toss them off cliffs, less trying to off Proffesor Xavier or Logan, and for all things wonderful, I'm letting these characters have ateast one friend/dragon/dragonet they are genuinely friends with/don't hate/can stand/love, platonically, hopefully (romance isn't everything).

For this au, everyone has the standard powers of the tribe they are in. If I say someone has a certain power, they have that certain power. Some tribes have extra gifts that only certain members get, depending on circumstances out of their talons, such as the NightWing mind-rrading or future-seeing, SkyWing firescales, MudWing red-egg burn immunity, or HiveWing genetically gifted powers... And about animus magic: it is rare. Extremely rare. Some characters may have an animus-touched object, but not the full power. I may put in something akin to Darkstalker's scroll, something of immense power, that can grant anything the user wants... but if it falls into the wrong talons, even once... it could spell chaos for both continents...

Humans and other dragons exist. Humans are a problem for the Academy at times, due to strained relations between the dragons and humans in the past. Scavengers have stolen and/or harmed, even killed, eggs and dragonets before, earning the ire of many dragons alike, and their kingdoms... while dragons have been known to sometimes eat humans, which scares the smaller species... tensions are high at times, and while some dragons believe scavengers are intelligent creatures, other dragons would rather they wipe them out/eat them at every opportunity.

Now... I may make the reader related to someone. I may not. For now, I'm leaving it undecided. I hope this honeycomb thought has been a sweet treat for everyone😊🧡💛🍯)

(UPDATE: Okay. Here's the thing. I've looked over the options for younger mutants through the Animated Series, Evolution, and the Anime, and I won't be able to do all five winglets. I've completed three of them. But... I only have enough options, possibly not even that much, for four... I apologize. I am doing my best. But, this is what I'm able to do. And that is all I can do, what I'm able.)

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #🐉Wings of Fire AU #⛰🐉Jade Mountain Academy⏳📜 AU