#I was like 9th from the bottom of my class

[painsandconfusion]

Remembering that time I researched for and wrote a 26 page law school research paper in 33 hours and got an A- in one of the most intensely graded writing-focused law schools in the country. While still in surgery recovery.

How the fuck did I do that

Where did my brain go since then

When do I get her back

Can I write novels like that please?

Please?

I want the writing juice back

Give it backkkkkkk

#not whump #block this tag #Sand speaks #best grade I got in all of law school #this is not a flex #I was like 9th from the bottom of my class #I scraped the fuck by XD #But that one project?? #that one was GOOD

[leisureflame]

"I CANT THINK"

If you write, I assure you you have thought that.

Fear no more child, for I have found a solution.

it's called Rapid writing

something we learned when I was in 9th grade drama class and I cannot emphasize enough just how effective it is. Its actually what gave me the idea for my first book.

Stop what you are doing and do what I tell you

go grab either a pencil and paper (or open an empty document)

set a timer for 2 minutes

ask a friend to give you a random sentence. I have a few examples that I myself rapid wrote to: a) I looked around and saw b) the old lady hung from the ceiling and laughed c) purple paint dripped from her long purple fingernails d) there is a hole in my ceiling. e) when I am sad I... f) When you close the door, I... g) there is a wooden door with a gold doorknob

Now the most important thing is not to think of this sentence before you start writing. as soon as you decide which one if you are choosing from my examples (or as soon as you hear it if you are getting if from a friend), start the timer.

start writing the sentence and without hesitating just keep writing. the #1 rule here is to not stop or hesitate for a single second until the 2 minutes are over. you can write nonsense if you want and if you REALLY can't continue then write some random words for a couple of seconds then continue AS LONG AS YOU ARE STILL WRITING.

another rule is that you are not allowed to delete. even if its a spelling error, just ignore it.

after the timer is done, I promise you will have something to work with. now copy the paragraph you wrote and paste it below, here you can start fixing spelling errors and adding things at your own pace because now the creative side of your brain has opened.

don't think about the way you are writing or the words you use, think about the story you are telling. the idea.

Sometimes you will get something beautiful and deep like I did here:

When I am sad I go to my blanket, not many people know about it, all they think is happening is that a child likes to cuddle in a blanket, but no. my blanket has a special thing about it, it is a magical blanket, well, not the blanket itself but the embroidery on the blanket, it simply takes my sadness away but it adds the story of my emotions to the embroidery, my blanket is a very pretty one, it is a pastel blue color and it has so much silk embroideries that you just think its patterns, but it isn't, if you look deeper you will find stories every one of those stories came from someones tears... my tears. whenever i cry, i wipe my tears with my blanket and my pain goes but my story stays.

or

there is a wooden door with a gold doorknob on the door there is a painting of you, and there are many locks on the door from top to bottom, when you open the door, there is a mirror. this door is the door to self discovery, from the outside there is a painting of how people think you look like but when you open the door, you get to see what you really are in detail and look at yourself they way you want to, you can smile or cry and the refection on the mirror will change but on the painting, it doesn't show ur emotions, just how people see you usually.

or you can get something so stupid like i did here:

there is a hole in the ceiling in my classroom. everyday a dinosaur would a pear and eat my lunch and i keep coming home hungry but my mom dsays she packed me enough food. so she didn't feed me. i told her a dinasour was eating my lunch but she said that disasours only live in Norway! so i went into the school vents looking for that idino and revenge my food, we met at last, held our weapons, i was holding a subway sandwich and the dino was holding a bana na MY BANANA  i lost it, so i attacked him one hit on the head and the whole species were extinct , people thousand of years from now said dinos got extinct because of a meteorite but i know better, also i am still alive because whoever kills a dino becomes immortal, also i killed my mom for not believing me and let her starve in her grave just like she let made me starve. and then i killed everyone who was a flat earther because i hate them and now i can kill anyone once i tap them with my super subway sandwich 

(by the way, ignore the horrible spelling, the examples i gave were from the unedited version.)

THE POINT IS ITS ACTUALLY SO HELPFUL. you can use it for a new story idea (i used the blanket one as an element in one of my WIPs and it helped the story a lot) or if you get something stupid like the dino one I wrote THATS GOOD THATS FINE because now you have your creativity going.

I challenge you to actually try this and PLEASE share it with me I LOVE reading other peoples rapid writings. have fun <3

tagging @cosmosandcapybaras24 @ajsbookshelf @gloryofdawn, @chaoticharmony93 @deception-united and anyone else who's interested to try this out and share with me!

#writing #creative writing #writing tips #creativity #writers block #creative block #writer stuff #writeblr

[worldlxvlys]

i NEED a wedding day typa thing with matt where hes just stressing and his vows are cuter than anything and he admires u while ur walking down the aisle that typa shit

long enough

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: noneeeee

a/n: hope you likeee <33

don’t cry. don’t cry, don’t cry.

i took a deep breath as i stared at the doors, waiting for her to come through them.

i’ve waited for this day for so long, and now that it was actually happening it felt surreal.

“please stand”

as i watched everyone collectively stand up i felt a rush of nerves take over me.

this was really happening.

i wasn’t in my 9th grade science class, watching her expertly mix chemicals together, day dreaming about marrying her.

we weren’t studying for our math test together, her explaining how to solve the problem while i zoned out, imagining how amazing she would be at planning our wedding.

i wasn’t watching her walk down the stairs on prom night, finally seeing which dress she chose, thinking about what it’d be like to see her in her wedding dress for the first time.

now, i was living it.

every minute i spent longing for her, all of the pain i went through waiting for her, it all led up to this exact moment.

chris, most likely picking up on my nerves, patted my shoulder lightly from his spot beside me.

i momentarily glanced over to him, and he gave me a slight nod.

nick, who was on the other side of him, gave me a quick thumbs up.

i took another deep breath, attempting to relax, as i watched the doors in anticipation.

the moment they opened up, i lost it.

i let out a quick breath, tears welling in my eyes when i saw her standing there.

i held my breath for a second while i took in her dress. it was perfect for her.

the white seemed to make her glow, only adding to her natural beauty.

the top of the dress was lined with intricate designs, with a touch of lace to top it off.

the straps were thin, but not too thin, a detail of the dress she was adamant about being perfect.

the bottom of the dress was long, but not long enough where she had to worry about it dragging behind her too much.

the dress had a small slit going up her leg. it wasn’t anything too crazy, just long enough for me to see the lace garter decorating her thigh, peeking through when she walked.

it was unlikely that anyone else even saw it, however, i was purposefully looking for it.

the dress just screamed her. it was simple, yet so unique. the extravagance wasn’t in the dress itself, but in the details.

it was clear that she put an abundance of time and thought into picking out the dress, and it paid off.

“oh my god” i whispered under my breath, attempting to blink back my tears.

READER’S POV

“take a breath” mary lou spoke as she rubbed my back gently.

i was currently staring at the doors in anticipation, my hands shaking lightly.

i did as she said, inhaling through my nose and out of my mouth.

“i’ll be next you the whole time, sweetheart” she smiled at me.

my parents and i were on less than optimal terms, as they liked to call it.

at least, that’s what they said when people asked about it.

they were never there for me, but mary lou and jimmy were. i never even had to ask her to be the one to walk me down the aisle, we both always knew it would be her.

“i’m so grateful for you” i told her, my voice wavering slightly.

she pulled me into a hug, giving me a slight squeeze.

“good, cause you’re stuck with me” she chuckled.

after waiting a few more minutes, the doors finally opened.

everyone’s head turned to me, and my eyes widened slightly under the pressure of so many people’s gaze.

“you’re ok” she whispered to me, knowing how i would react.

my eyes found matt’s across the aisle, and my focus on everyone else completely faded away.

tears were streaming down his face as he stared at me in awe.

i took in his appearance, and almost melted right there.

he looked so good.

his suit was crisp, no doubt the result of him making sure it was hanging at all times. knowing him, he probably never even took it out of the protective bag, wanting it to stay wrinkle-free.

his tie was tied perfectly, the result of him watching youtube videos repeatedly, needing to master the skill. (mary lou ended up having to teach him how to do it over facetime.)

every piece of his tuxedo matched perfectly, his meticulous planning shining through.

the tux fit him better than i ever could have imagined.

he wore a few rings, knowing how much i loved them on his hands. i was excited for one ring in particular, though.

as mary lou guided me down the aisle, i noticed matt’s gaze run up and down my body, stopping at the garter that i let him pick out.

i smiled lightly at that, watching as he met my eyes again.

once we got to the end of the aisle, we stopped directly in front of matt.

“hi baby” i whispered to him, watching as he began to laugh lightly.

his smile grew even wider as mary lou, handed him a few tissues for his tears.

we both laughed lightly at this, “where did you get that?” i asked. everyone around us laughed at that.

“no, i’m serious. where did that come from?” i asked, confused.

we were met with more laughter, my question left unanswered.

she gave us both a kiss to the cheek, before placing my hand in his.

i felt tears of my own start to fall at the gesture.

“you may now be seated” everyone sat down at the request.

“family and friends, thank you all for coming today to share in this wonderful occasion. today we are here together to unite matt and y/n in marriage”

“and now for the vows” the officiator spoke. matt decided he wanted to go first.

“ok, hi” he breathed out, a large grin spreading on his face. “y/n, i have spent such a long time dreaming about this day. for so long, i would tell chris and nick that i was gonna marry you one day. but then you started chasing after other guys and you seemed so unattainable all of a sudden. but we’re finally here, we’re getting married” he whispered excitedly, as though he couldn’t believe it, “and there’s no one else that i’d rather be with. i love how deeply you care about the things that are important to you, like this. i’m pretty sure i’ve seen everything in this room on your pinterest board at some point” the room filled with chuckles, “ you’ve put so much love and time into this and i’m so grateful to have found someone who cares about this, who cares about me so much. and seeing you walk down that aisle with my mom, i-” his voice broke as his lip began to quiver slightly.

i sniffled softly, blinking rapidly as more tears fell from my eyes.

“you mean everything to me, and i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you” he finished.

when the officiator gestured to me, i began my vows.

“ geez, that was really good” i breathed out, making everyone laugh.

“ok” i spoke as i took a deep breath, “matt, i have loved you for so long. i can’t even pinpoint when, we were so young. but, i always thought that i was just gonna be in the crowd, watching you do this with someone else. i never imagined, for a second, that you felt the same. and growing up, your mom would always tell me that when we got married, she’d be the one to hand me off to you. and i never believed that i would actually get to experience that”

“i love you more than words can describe, and i’m so happy to be able to call you my husband. i’m so grateful to be marrying my best friend, because i couldn’t imagine life without you, and now i never have to. thank you for accepting me, thank you for loving me. just- thank you” i finished.

“do you matthew sturniolo, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“of course i do” he spoke, staring at me.

“and do you y/n , take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?

“i do”

we were then given our rings to exchange.

as i slid the ring on matt’s finger, i spoke “with this ring, i thee wed and pledge you my love now and forever”

matt did the same with my ring, “with this ring, i thee wed and pledge you my love now and forever”

“by the authority vested in me by the state of massachusetts , i now pronounce you husband and wife!”

“you may now-” he didn’t even finish the sentence before matt wrapped his arms around my waist, placing his lips against mine in a passionate kiss.

the room was filled with cheers and applause as our lips moved against each others for a few seconds, before pulling away.

he pulled me into a hug, kissing my forehead. “you could’ve let the man finish first” i spoke, teasingly.

“i’ve waited long enough”

🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️

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[lunarlianna]

Asteroid Urania

As a bonus, I'll post asteroid Urania as well since I noticed a lot of people wanted it. If you reblog this post please tag me in it. :)

Urania is the muse of astronomy, astrology and cosmology. She is usually prominent in the charts of great astrologers (making a conjunction with the luminaries or important points).

Urania in the 1st house: Could indicate that you get to know yourself better with the help of astrology and find a purpose in it. As well as having a curiosity and a passion for cosmos. A lot of astrologers tend to have this asteroid conjunct their asc. 

Urania in the 2nd house: It is a good indicator that the asteroid helps you connect universal love with personal experience. It’s also a good indicator that you may like to have a telescope or a map with your birth chart.

Urania in the 3th house: You may want to learn a lot about astrology or astrophysics, you may have a lot of books or take classes in this matter. Could indicate giving lectures about this subjects or having a talent in explaining them very easily. 

Urania in the 4th house: You may like decorating you house with celestial symbols, if conjunct the IC you may come from an astrologer’s lineage. You may tend to be a bit shyer when it comes to sharing the knowledge that you have and preferer to share it with your family.

Urania in the 5th house:  The main theme of your art creation could be the cosmos, planets and stars. You may like to paint the solar system and have always been attracted to this kind of idea. You can nurture the inner child through this kind of artistic endeavors and feel at peace.  

Urania in the 6th house: Your everyday life is influence by the cosmos, you like to analyze and investigate constellations. You may have a routine in going every week to the planetarium or check your daily transits. You may want to help others by using astrology or astronomy.

Urania in the 7th house: Your personal style could be interpreted as being out of this world. You may embody celestial aspects in your jewelries and clothes. You may also meet romantic or business partners that are into astrology or into the knowledge of cosmos. 

Urania in the 8th house:  You may have an obsession with black hole and dark matter, you may be interested in analyzing them and understand them. You could be interested in the dark side of astrology and be able to interpret the charts of people from a deeper psychological point of view.

Urania in the 9th house: You may be interested in astrocartography and the ancient ways people use astrology. You may want to teach this knowledge once you get older and share it to the world. The history of the cosmos may interest you a lot as well.

Urania in the 10th house:  You may choose a career that is related to astrology or astronomy, a lot of astrologers have this asteroid in the 10th house or conjunct their MC. You may also get a lot or recognition in this field of work.

Urania in the 11th house: You may feel alienated from the community also you may have an interested in other earthly forms of life. You may want to research asteroids rocks. You could be introduced into astrology by friends and be able to share this knowledge easily.

Urania in the 12th house: You may be attracted in listening high vibration music or meditation music. You may want to write some yourself. It could also symbolize the in a past life your work was related with the cosmos investigation like being an astronomer or astrologer (especially if you have NS in conjunction here).

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[tobylovesspence]

Hi! Can you do a Scott tenorman x fem Cutecore reader? Scott tenorman is from South Park if you didn’t know, if it’s to hard or you just don’t want to write for that then can you do a Miles Fairchild x fem,cutecore reader? It’s fine if not,anyways have a lovely day/night!

OMG MARI YOU ARE SO COOL! You have a lovely day/night. I had to write for Scott the second you brought him up. So here's our lovely boy trying to charm.

Warning: nothin really, just 9th graders having crushes on eachother, fluff.

Scott was a quieter kid, he listened his music, bullied fourth graders (Cartman's bitch ass) with his friend group and played video-games in class. You weren't as quiet, running around with your friends, wearing pretty and flashy outfits to school and being honestly, the smartest kid in class.

Your newest cute outfit however had all his focus on you recently, your bell bottoms adorned with not only patch flowers but your own scribbled flowers, a plain tank-top and a cute pink sweater. It matched your Mary Janes that you wore constantly. And it had his eyes all over you, he was the average 15-year-old boy, obsessing over a girl in his class.

He tried desperately for the next few days to win you over with his bad boy act, and honestly it did. "Dude, you're a loser." His friends laughed, throwing a comic from one to the other. "I just don't see why you're hung up on that one girl, there are like...forty-seven others in this town." He scoffed. "I'm not 'hung up' on her, i'm just testing my charm." His friends scoffed and laughed. "Well I heard from her friends that it's working, she's like super into you."

So Scott had a plan, he'd ask you out today. Maybe today was three weeks after that conversation but he'd ask today. Only problem, you had those stupid cutesy Mary Janes on, that dumb heart sweater and that stupidly pretty pink skirt. And even worse you smiled and waved when you saw him.

"Hey Y/n..." He mumbled as you wrapped your arms around his waist, giving him a short side-hug. "Hey Scotty!" You giggled and he swore he might melt right there. "It's Scott." He muttered, keeping his 'mean, tough guy' act up. You however did not seem to care if he was stoic with you as you smiled and nodded. "Yep, but I'm calling you Scotty anyway." He could feel himself smiling, you had a charm no boy could resist.

"Hey Y/n..." You looked up at him from your phone with a smile and a tilt of your head, "Yeah?" He noticed you had pink glittery lip gloss on and he just wanted to kiss you right then and there. He truly thought about it, and the way the glitter would stain his own lips. "Scott, you there?" He's brought out of his daydream by your confused face. And he just goes for it. He cups your face in his hands and smears your pretty lip gloss all over both of your lips as he presses his lips to yours. You squeak quietly, taken aback by his actions before leaning into the kiss with ease.

Scott leaned back with a large smile, a rare thing to see. "Go out with me...please." The 'please' was quiet and whispered and you cracked a smile yourself. "Yes."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And so you went out with him, deciding to walk around the mall. You running into every cute clothing store you could find and him awkwardly following you like a puppy. Once you ran into a comic store he was confused. "You like this kind of stuff?" You shook your head, "Not really, this is more for you to have fun looking around." Your eyes lit up forever as you picked up a stuffed animal. "But I also like the Hello Kitty and Sailor Moon stuff!" He chuckled, tilting his head as he watched you rummage through the stuffed animals.

"Oh my gods!" He raised his eyebrow and you pulled out a small penguin, he had no idea why a small penguin with a hat and bow had you so excited. "He's Tuxedo Sam, my favorite Sanrio character." you giggled as if it was obvious, he was even more confused. "Sanrio?" You raised your brows. "You don't-...actually it makes sense you don't know, nevermind. It's a Hello Kitty thing." And then he got it. "Ah, I see. You want him?" He asked, motioning to the stuffed animal you still cuddled in your arms.

You nodded softly and he chuckled. "Hand him over, I'll go pay." You raised a brow, "Do you have enough?" He pretended to be offended, "Y/n, are you calling me poor?" You laughed and shook your head, handing Sam over to him. "No, I'm just sayin that cause I don't have enough. My allowance wasn't as much as usual." He nodded. "Don't worry, I got enough for little Sammy here." He joked, and you followed him to the counter where he payed for it and handed it back to you. "Alright, any other clothing stores you wanna walk through? Or are we at that point when I buy you every cute food item you see?" He looked down at you and you laughed, "Nah, let's go look at your kind of stuff now." You blushed and cradled the small stuffed animal in your arms.

So now you had a quiet sweet boyfriend named Scoot who took you shopping and read you his comics.

#scott tenorman #scott tenorman x reader #scott tenorman must die #scott tenorman fluff

[rederiswrites]

Heeyyyyy have some early medieval/Viking era beads!

These are from the 8-9th centuries, from the early medieval trading center at Groß Strömkendorf, Mecklenburg. These are mostly simple, common types, many of which could be found throughout most of the Viking world at that time. Some were of local/northern manufacture, including all of the polychromatic ones,. The segmented ones that look like a chain of beads connected by only a little glass were probably manufactured in the south of Europe or North Africa.

These fancier ones were either manufactured in the glass centers of the Mediterranean, or made by northern European artists who traded for manufactured components, like chips or rods of the murrine (cane with a design created longitudinally to show on the end of the cane) checkerboard and flower designs. Two such chips are at the bottom right. Bottom left shows bits of glass tesserae and glass rods used to make beads.

During the Roman empire, glass was mass-produced, especially in Egypt, and glass vessels and mosaics and beads became widely available to--well, there wasn't a middle class as we know it, really, but you get the idea. You didn't need to be rich, you just needed to be not broke. After the fall of the empire, though, glass became a much scarcer resource in most of Europe. Glass vessels were prestige items for the rich and powerful. Many if not most free women owned at least a few glass beads, but they were prized possessions.

Here we see the tiny pinched scraps of glass left over when you've used all you can of a stringer--a finely drawn out thread of glass for decorating the surface of a bead. Tiny scraps like this litter my own work bench, and I can positively feel the scorch of these ancient artists' fingertips as they use up every possible bit of the stringer. We also see bits of broken glass vessels, possibly destined to be re-melted into beads.

These images were shared by a friend from Alexander Pöche's book "Perlen, Trichtergläser, Tesserae. Spuren des Glashandels und Glashandwerks auf dem frühgeschichtlichen Handelsplatz von Groß Strömkendorf, Landkreis Nordwestmecklenburg." Woof yeah I copy-pasted that.

Here, let's close with one more lovely bunch from the same timeframe but a little further north in Paviken, Gotland, ca. 750-850:

#lampwork #jar of beads #history #viking age

[driver270]

Bedroom Tour

Top Row: Boxes holding the instructions for all my Transformers Generations figures going as far back as Classics.

2nd Row: First year Lego Exo-Force sets.

3rd Row: Various Deluxe, Voyager, and some Leader Class Transformers Generations Autobots that range from Classics To Legacy Evolution. There are some 3rd-party ones in there.

Bottom Row: Deluxe & Voyager Generations Decepticons from Universe 2008 to Legacy Evolution.

My dresser only has the Sentai Fortress on top of it.

Top Row: Lego sets from various lines and a clock I "made" in 9th-grade metal shop class.

2nd Row: Various Legion/Core Class (and some Deluxes that are close to their size) Autobot & Decepticon Transformers Generations.

3rd Row: Various Lego sets.

4th Row: Various "big name" Transformers Generations Autobots.

5th Row: Various "big name" Generations Decepticons.

Bottom Row: Hardcover & trade paperback comics (mostly IDW Transformers & Atomic Robo).

Hoo boy, this is probably my busiest set of shelves. Let's get crackin'!

Top Row: TFC Hercules & MMC Feral Rex with some Lego Creator.

2nd Row Left: SH Figuarts Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers & Legacy Collection Megazord & Dragonzord.

2nd Row Right: Square Enix Play Arts Final Fantasy VII Advent Children.

3rd Row Left: Figures from various video game franchises that aren't Final Fantasy.

3rd Row Right: Square Enix Play Arts from the PS1-era Final Fantasy games.

4th Row Left: The "whatever" shelf that contains numerous non-game franchises like Sailor Moon, Deadpool (with Lego Unicorn), Batman TAS, Hello Kitty X Q Transformers, Darkwing Duck, Death's Head, Ghost In The Shell, three different Gokus, and Barney Gumble.

4th Row Right: More Square Enix Play Arts. This time from the PS2-era Final Fantasy games.

Bottom Row: Transformers from Leader & Commander Class, and Combiners. (official & 3rd party)

My Bionicle Detolf. The top has some Transformers that I don't know where else to put (plus Pokémon Select Charizard).

We're at the home stretch! Top Row: Generations Unicron, some plush toys, and a Stubbins Aloy.

2nd Row Left: A mix of Warrior & Legion Class Autobot & Decepticon Transformers RID 2015 figures.

2nd Row Right: A combination of TMNT figures from the 1990 film & 2012 cartoon.

3rd Row Left: Deluxe & Voyager Autobots from Transformers Prime.

3rd Row Right: Deluxe & Voyager Decepticons from Transformers Prime (plus Leader Legacy Evolution Skyquake).

4th Row: Transformers Animated figures with Autobots & Decepticons separated by left & right respectively.

Bottom Row: Beast Wars characters that span from the original line to Legacy Evolution with Maximals on left and Predacons on the right.

In conclusion: I like collecting plastic crack.

#Toy Photography #Transformers #Lego #Exo Force #Lego Exo Force #Exo-Force #3rd Party Transformers #The Lego Movie #Horizon Zero Dawn #Comics #IDW Transformers #Transformers IDW #Atomic Robo #Lego Creator #SH Figuarts #Power Rangers #Play Arts #Final Fantasy #Figma #Bionicle #Pokémon Select #TMNT #Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #Transformers Animated #Transformers Prime #Transformers RID 2015 #Beast Wars

[creative-soul-22]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

@moon-arts02 had this on her blog and I wanted to do it, too so here we go...

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes. My paternal Grandmother. Just like 2 of my female cousins. I'm not kidding.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I actually don't cry a lot. I mean of course I sometimes tear up when a movie or a song really touches me deep inside (it's still new to me since this didn't happen in my earlier days) but actually crying? Like lying in bed crying a river? I don't remember.

I think it was in September when I was at Disneyland Paris. Seeing the Disney D-Light and the Disney Illumination show for the first time was so beautiful I got overwhelmed and cried like a fool. Just because it was so beautiful.

3. Do you have kids?

No. And I don't want to have kids. All that Relationship/family stuff is scary to me as I'm afraid I might screw it up. I'm not good at these things.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Well, I haven't thought about it yet. Do I? I don't use it like all the time but whenever I feel like it or when I'm really pissed off by somebody. I think that's when my sarcasm gets me. When I'm pissed.

5. What sports do you play/have played?

- running to the train station to catch the train

- running to the tram station to catch the tram

- walking up and down the stairs in the library

- stretching as far as I can to reach the top shelf

- walking up and down the library ladder

- walking around the library in general

- lifting big heavy books on my head

- try to keep the books on the shelf from falling with one hand while putting another book on the shelf with the other hand

- walking from one corner in my office to another

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

I don't know. With every person it's something different. I like to look at people as a whole, their overall appearance, not just their eyes or their hair, etc. I literally look at people from top to bottom. And the first thing I notice is possibly something remarkable. But what I always look at first is their faces so I guess that's what I notice first.

7. What's your eye colour?

Brown-green

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I'm a DISNEY GIRL so ALWAYS AND FOREVER happy endings!😅

No, just kidding. I don't really like scary movies because they are - SPOILER! - scary and I have way to much fantasy and imagination to not be scared after a scary movie. Although during my last holiday I wanted to watch scary movies and watched almost all of the Conjuring Universe movies and wasn't scared. Don't know what was wrong with me that made wanna watch them but I have to admit it was pretty inspiring. Guess I had a little 1 week dark phase 😅

So I lean more to happy endings. But you know what's better than happy endings? Happy lives. Happy beginnings.

9. Any special talents?

Writing. Reading. Acting. Editing. Designing. Probably dancing?

Are these special talents?

But I'm not like a sword swallower, if that's what you mean.

10. Where were you born?

Munich!

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing. Reading. Editing. Dancing. Watching movies and TV-shows. Going to the cinema. Simping on stuff I love. Talking to people I like about things I like.

12. Do you have pets?

No. My father used to have a dog in Sicily called Baronetto. That's the closest I ever got to having pet (my father is Sicillian btw).

13. How tall are you?

1,50m in the tallest, I guess?

14. Favorite subject in school?

Oh, I LOVED my music classes in 8th/9th grade! My ex music teacher is so adorable and lovely and we're still in touch meeting from time to time. We just have tea and cookies then and talk about this and that. And we both relie on those conversations.

15. Dream job?

Author or actress, of course!

But I already found a very good job in a library. And I already live out my dreams so I don't necessarily have to be an author or an actress to make them come true.

But then again I'm still young so who knows? What is not yet can always come (or however the saying goes).

So, who's up next?

Feel free to do it when you want!

@moon-arts02 Wanna do a Melissa McCarthy/Ursula/Sookie version?

#tag game

[spiderispunk]

(Good Girl) Gone Bad

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Smut (18+ only please). Semi-Public Sex (Eddie’s Van). Oral Sex (male receiving). Fingering. PinV. Drug Use (Marijuana). Some References to Christianity (gotta get the trauma out somehow).

Summary: Eddie gets frustrated while studying. You, in good faith, help him release some nerves. 

A/N: Y’know I had to write a little something something for my white boy of the month (please don’t die tomorrow). Dedicating this one to my dear friend @ayybtch​ who let me bounce ideas off of her and helped me when I got stuck towards the end. 

The county library is quiet. Now, normally, you’d expect that, right? It’s a library, they’re supposed to be quiet. But the building is not just quiet, it’s dead. 

Where there would normally be the studious scratching of pencils on notebook paper, the quiet chatter of moms waiting for their children to select books, the drone of the head librarian’s voice as she made her way through whatever cheesy book they were reading today– there was only quiet. 

Truthfully, you’re almost glad for the lack of people on this cool April afternoon. Fewer things for your goofy boyfriend to get distracted by. But most importantly, no witnesses. If people saw you and Eddie together it’d be the talk of the town. The preacher’s kid with the so-called spawn of Satan himself? Your dad would never let you leave the house again. 

Nestled in the back of the building between old encyclopedias and newspapers, you’re far from the prying eyes and gossiping mouths of the town. 

But despite the lack of material, Eddie is determined to create his own. He leans back in the uncomfortable wooden chair, playing with his pencil, wadded up pieces of papers, his rings, his watch, even his hair. 

“C’mon, Eddie, please.” You snap your fingers under his nose. “You’ve gotta concentrate.” 

He groans dramatically, slumping forward in his seat and dropping his forehead into his hands. “I’m dying, baby.” He peeks at you from between your fingers. “Heartbeat…growing…fainter. Brain…melting…” 

“Your final is Tuesday, and you still can’t tell me what the quadratic formula is, let alone solve for it.” You tap the equation scribbled on the notebook sitting between you. 

Eddie drags his fingers down his cheeks. “How many times have you used the quadratic formula in the real world?”

You bite your bottom lip. “None, but we’re not talking about me. You need it to graduate.”

“This is bullshit.” He scoffs, and then covers his mouth with wide eyes. “Forgive me, angel. Didn’t mean to offend your pure ears.” 

“You’ve said much worse around me.” You roll your eyes. “And you’d better take this seriously, unless you wanna walk the stage with Mike and Dustin.” 

The idea of that possible future makes Eddie pale. 

He drums his fingers on the wooden table. “I dunno, it’s like I know the stuff, but the second you give me a problem, it all flies out of my head.”

You nod sympathetically. 

“It’s like practicing a sweet solo for months, right, like I can play it in my sleep. Then you hand me a guitar, shove me onto a stage and BAM!” Eddie slams both hands on the table, earning himself a nasty SHHH! from the librarian. “Nada, zilch, nothing,” he whispers, with an apologetic smile. 

“We could try the flashcards again.” 

He rubs his temples. “I don’t think the flashcards are helping much, baby. I can’t do this.” 

“You’re putting too much pressure on yourself.” You cup his cheek with your hand. 

“If I don’t pass this class, I don’t graduate. And if I don’t graduate then I’ll be stuck at Hawkins High for another year and you’ll be a junior in college with a shit-for-brains-super-super-super senior for a boyfriend.” Eddie keeps his eyes trained on the table. “Or I’ll age out, and be a dropout like my dad.” 

You frown. “I don’t care about any of that, Eddie.” 

“You should. It’s embarrassing. You’re out seeing the world, and I can’t even pass 9th grade math.” He hangs his head, shoulders drooped low. 

You’ve never seen him so dejected. He was always so full of life, so confident in himself and his abilities. It was one of the things that drew you to him in the first place. Your heart aches to see him like this. You get up out of your seat and take the empty one next to him.  

“We should take a break,” you mumble, bumping your shoulder into his. “Let’s get out of here.” 

Eddie tilts his head back to look at you. “But my test–” 

“--Is not for another four days. We’ll have time to study later.” You drop your voice even lower, just in case someone was lurking nearby. “Why don’t we go to Lover’s Lake and see if I can take your mind off of all this for a bit.” You bite your bottom lip and run a hand up his inner thigh, the table concealing your movements. 

“Oh,” Eddie says when your hand reaches the crotch of his tight black jeans. His jaw drops slightly, and his hand curls into a fist. “Yeah, okay.” He fights to keep his composure as you slowly rub your palm against him, but his voice still shakes.

You smile and stand, leaving Eddie’s jeans more than a little uncomfortable and begin gathering the study materials. Pencils, notebooks, an algebra textbook that had been dog-eared to death, and flashcards all disappear into your Jansport.  

Eddie makes no move to help. He watches you with hooded lids and a small smile on his face. 

You shrug the backpack onto your shoulders. “You coming?”  

“Yeah.” He stands, brushing pencil shavings off of his clothing. “Lead the way.” 

* * * * * 

Fifteen minutes later, Eddie’s parked his van off some backroad in the dense forest that surrounds Lover’s Lake. You’ll never understand how he seems to know the area so well, but you’ve chalked it up to a whole lotta practice finding hiding spots from Hawkins PD. 

You sit in the back of his van. He’s converted the space into a lounge, filling it with old blankets and pillows he snagged from various garage sales. You lean against the side of the van, a cushion wedged behind your back to keep you comfortable as Eddie rolls a joint. 

He holds his lighter to the tip of the rolled paper and lights it. “Shit,” he mumbles, after taking a deep breath. He crawls across the van and offers you the joint. 

“Thanks.” You take a hit, and exhale the thick smoke into the air. 

If only your father could see you now. Holed up in the back of Eddie Munson’s van, smoking marijuana. He’d have a stroke.

Eddie sits across from you, now much more visibly relaxed. His eyes are closed, his head tilted back towards the ceiling. He hums along to the song playing from the radio– Detroit Rock City– you’re only just starting to recognize the music he listens to. Before it was all just one big tangle of guitar, bass, and drums. 

You suck down another lungful and pass the joint back to Eddie. “Feeling better?” 

“Only slightly doomed.” He lies back onto the floor, rubbing the soft down of the blanket underneath him. 

“I’ll take that as a good sign.” You lie on top of him, propping your chin up on his chest. 

One corner of Eddie’s lips quirks up. 

“What?” You ask, a smile of your own ghosts your lips. 

“Just lookin’ at you.” He brushes his thumb against your cheek. “Why do you even waste your time with a fuck-up like me?”

“You’re not a fuck-up, Eddie.”

“Your dear old man would beg to differ.” He holds the joint to your lips. “Hell, mine probably would too if he bothered to speak to me.” Eddie turns his head to the side and releases another puff of smoke.

“So?”

“You could have any guy you want. Shit, you could probably get the quarterback and have a good old-fashioned movie romance.”  

You shake your head. “You think I want some meathead jock? Wow, you really don’t know me, Eddie Munson.” 

“I’m serious, baby. You shouldn’t be hiding out in some stoner’s van near Lover’s Lake. You should be–” 

“You sound like my dad,” you snap and he swallows guiltily. “Don’t tell me what I should be doing. And don’t try to tell me what I want.” You press your lips together in a thin line. “I don’t want a movie romance, I want my goofy, loner boyfriend who plays with dice and makes up weird stories about warlocks and monsters.” 

“I don’t ‘make up stories,’” Eddie grumbles and drops the roach into his ashtray. “I create an immersive fantasy experience. I build entire worlds from scratch…” He trails off upon seeing your face. “Which is not the point of this conversation.” 

“I’m not wasting my time with you. I’m choosing to be with you. Because you’re the kind of guy to take three scrawny freshmen under your wing and to risk your life for strangers, even though you’re scared. Not many other guys can say that.” 

Eddie wraps his arms around you. His cheeks turn red and his brown eyes avoid your gaze.

“Listen to me.” You squeeze his jaw. “I don’t give a shit what my dad or anyone thinks. I like you. I want to be with you. Understand?”

He nods. 

“So stop trying to scare me away, and give me a kiss.” 

A large grin breaks out over his face. “I can do that.”

Eddie cups your cheeks, and pulls your face close to his. He kisses you tenderly. You smile, melting against the rigid planes of his body. You moan softly when his tongue parts your lips, slowly exploring your mouth. 

Eddie’s hands trail down your body, one tugging at your loose sweater, the other holding you tight against him. The buckle of his belt digs into your hips uncomfortably, but you don’t care. You shift above him, legs parting to straddle him. 

You feel it then, the press of his hard dick against your inner thigh. You rock your hips slowly, swallowing his low groan. Eddie pulls your sweater free from your waistband, and presses his palm against your lower back. He guides your lilted movements, small moans bubbling up from the back of his throat. His hips rock upwards, desperate for more of that sweet friction.

You pull his hands free from your body and place them above his head. You rock back onto your heels, pull your sweater off, and do the same with your skirt. 

“Shit,” Eddie whispers, eyes roaming over your bra and underwear. He swallows thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing. “You look amazing.” 

“You’re not so bad yourself.” You run a hand down from his chest to the waistband of his jeans. “But you’re way too overdressed.” 

“Y-yeah.” He nods, shrugging off his leather jacket and vest. His t-shirt quickly joins the small pile of clothing by the door. 

You settle above him again. 

“Should I?” Eddie asks, reaching for his belt. 

You shake your head. “I’ll take care of it. Just. Sit. Back.” You walk your fingers up his chest, and push him down onto the carpeted floor of the van. 

Eddie lands on his back with a quiet Oof!

You lean over him and kiss his neck, tongue darting out to taste the sweat on his skin. He moans, throat taut from his gritted teeth. His hips continue to buck up into the air. You bite down, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to squeeze another breathless whimper from his lips. 

Eddie cranes his neck to watch your slow descent. Your lips sweep over his skin. Across his collarbone, down his chest and stomach, to the trail of dark hair that disappears into his jeans. When you glance up at him, he’s watching your every move with hungry eyes. 

You rub at the imprint of his cock in his jeans and Eddie groans, head tilting back and eyelids fluttering shut. You undo his belt and pop the buttons of his jeans. Your lips sweep from hip bone to hip bone, and you relish each and every hitch of his breath. 

“C’mon,” he huffs impatiently. “You’re killing me.” 

“I’m just trying to take it all in.” You hook a finger in the front of his underwear and pull them down just enough to free him. His cock springs up, hard and swollen, and weeping with need. 

“Take a picture,” Eddie grumbles. “Then you can stare all you want.” 

“Bossy,” you comment, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Not a good look on you.” You spit into your palm and wrap your hand around the base of him.

“Shit, baby,” he sighs, dropping onto his back. 

You stroke him slowly, still mouthing at his hip bone. You kiss up the shaft, tracing the ridges and veins of him with your tongue. You moan at the taste of him, wanting more. You were as addicted to him as he was to you. 

Eddie puts a hand on the back of your head gently but doesn’t try to push you, no matter how impatient he grows. His hips lift in shallow thrusts towards your mouth, face screwing up tightly. There’s a plea forming on those pretty pink kiss-swollen lips of his. 

Not content with teasing anymore, and really just as needy for the feel of his dick in your mouth, you decide to show him mercy, and wrap your lips around him. 

“Fuck, yeah.” Eddie stares at the ceiling, breathing harshly through his nose. “Oh shit. Keep going.” 

You don’t stop the slow flicks of your wrist, even as you swallow down more and more of him. His grip on your head tightens, fingers twisting into your hair in search of an anchor as you blow his world to pieces. 

“That’s it,” Eddie bites his knuckle, eyes rolling into the back of his head. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.” 

Your clit throbs at his praise. Head spinning with desire so strong it makes your blood sing in your veins. Each choked moan of your name has you pressing your thighs together in search of relief from the heat that grows within you. 

You suck him down as far as you can, tongue licking at the underside of him. Tears run down your cheeks, mixing with spit that gathers at the corner of your lips. The van fills with sinful noises and strangled groans from the two of you. 

If the stutter of Eddie’s hips is any indication, you know he’ll be coming soon. You’re content to let him drip down the back of your throat, but you know he’ll want to be inside you first. 

Sure enough, one minute later he’s wriggling underneath you. 

“Ah. Shit!” Eddie grunts. “Stop, stop, stop. Shit. Wanna fuck you.” He sits up and pushes at your shoulder. 

You pull off of him with a small pop. There’s a string of spit dangling from your lips. Eddie wipes it away with his thumb. 

“Christ,” he says with a smile. “You’re so good at that.” 

You bite your bottom lip a little bashfully, your face growing warm. 

Eddie tugs on your lip, wearing a timid look of his own. “Let me taste,” he whispers, almost breathless with his lust. 

You can only nod, barely having any time to steel yourself before he’s surging forward. His lips devour yours, tongue pushing into your mouth. It’s not the sweet kiss he gave you before. This one is red hot with passion. 

You’re staring up at the van’s ceiling before you know it, bra straps hanging off your shoulders and underwear pulled to the side. 

Eddie’s mouth does not stay on yours for long. He presses open-mouthed kisses down your body– licking and sucking and savoring. You taste like soap and perfume, and the tiniest hint of sweat and debauchery. It drives him absolutely insane. 

His lips wrap around your hard nipple as his fingers play with the wetness that pools in your panties. You cry out when his thumb presses to your clit, rubbing quick circles. His free hand keeps your legs spread apart as his skilled fingers set your body ablaze. The thick metal of his rings dig shapes into the meat of your thigh. 

You recognize his desperation. Eddie wants– no needs– to fuck you, but he wants to make sure you’re ready for him first. And he wants to make sure you feel good. It’s working; between his hands between your legs and his lips on your skin you’re hanging on by a thread. 

Eddie easily works a finger into you, curling it a couple times only to pull out again and rub your clit. He does it again with a mischievous little grin on his face. In and out, in and out, in teasing strokes. 

It’s amazing, mind-blowing even, but it’s not enough to get you anywhere. 

“More,” you gasp, grinding your hips down onto his palm. “Please.” 

He chuckles against your chest, and his teeth skates your nipple, earning him a breathless whimper of his name. “More?” He asks, riding on the power high of having you limp beneath him. 

“I need it.” You tug sharply on his hair. 

“Bossy,” he parrots your words from earlier. “What do you need?” A second finger joins the first. 

You arch your back. “Fuck me.” 

“Here? In the back of my shitty van?” Eddie looks up at you. “Oh, angel, how far you’ve fallen.”

“Eddie,” you whine. “I want you so bad.” 

He kisses you quickly in placation. “I will, sweetheart, I promise. Just want you to come for me first. Can you do that?” 

“Yes.” 

He curls his fingers within you. “Just relax. I’ve got you.” Eddie mouths at your breast, teeth digging into your skin every once in a while. 

“You’re gonna leave a mark,” you warn. 

“Good.” Eddie bites harder, his tongue coming out to soothe the smarting skin. 

The idea of a mark left behind in a spot only you and Eddie would see excites you. Warmth gushes between your legs at the thought of hiding it until he stripped you down again. Like a dirty secret only you and him shared. 

You tilt your head back, squeezing your eyes shut. His fingers have you seeing entire galaxies. Your clit throbs deliciously, and you know it won’t take long until you’re coming all over his hand. 

“Close,” you mumble, words slurred by your nearing orgasm. 

“C’mon, baby.” Eddie coaxes. He kisses his way up your body until his lips are beside your ear. “Want to see you let go.” 

 His thumb circles your clit with more pressure. His fingers scissor in and out of you, determined to pull you apart at the seams. That warm sensation builds inside of you, spilling out through the cracks of your being. It rises and swells within you, until all of a sudden the world splinters around you. 

You come with a hoarse shout of Eddie’s name. Legs trembling and hips bucking up towards his fingers. He continues his steady rhythm, working you through the waves of your orgasm. Don’t stop until you push him away with a quiet whine. You sink back onto the floor, fingers and toes tingling as your heartbeat fades to a dull thud.

“Shit, baby. You’re so beautiful.” Eddie kisses you sweetly and rocks back onto his heels. “Ready for me?” He asks, eyeing the stick mess between your thighs.

He wraps his hand, still slick with your cum, around his stiff cock and jerks himself off slowly. A small huff leaves his lips and he looks over your body with hooded eyes. An electric current traces the path of his gaze, and you jolt with it. 

You need him right now. Badly.  

“Yes.” You prop yourself up on your elbows. “Do you have a condom?” 

“Glove compartment. Gimme a sec.” He leaves you for a moment to retrieve one. 

You bite your lips to keep from laughing. His pants are still down around his ankles, so he shuffles as he hightails it to the front of the van and back. 

Eddie kicks off his shoes and jeans, and kneels in front of you. “What’s so funny?” He asks, pulling the wrapper open. 

“Nothing.” You help him roll the condom down onto his length and stroke him a couple times. “You make me very happy, Eddie.” 

He smiles a little bashfully. “You make me happy too.” 

He guides you back down onto your back and holds himself over you. Eddie cups your cheek and gently forces eye contact with you. 

“Are you sure?” He whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. 

You nod. “I want you, Eddie.” You pull his hips closer to yours.

He groans, rocking his hips against your swollen clit. “Say it again.” 

“I want you, Eddie,” you repeat, every ounce of desperation evident in your tone. 

Eddie groans, spreading your legs further apart. “Fuck. I love it when you say my name.” His jaw falls slack as he fills you with a single thrust. 

Your mouth drops open in a silent gasp. Eddie rasps your name against your jaw. That little noise of reverence was one you didn’t think you’d ever get tired of hearing. It didn’t matter how many times you’d had sex, it didn’t matter if it was in your bed or the back of a messy van, Eddie still sounded completely in awe when he thrust into you for the first time. 

He curls his fist into the rug beside your head for purchase as he slowly starts to roll his hips into yours.  He falls into a slow rhythm, content to just be with you in this moment. You pull his lips back to yours, swallowing the moans that drip from his tongue like honey, and trading them for some of your own. 

Eddie’s face drops into your shoulder. “Ah shit. You feel so fucking good.” He kisses your throat. 

The best you can muster is a small whimper. Eddie fills you so well, hips meeting yours in deep thrusts that make your toes curl. You wrap a leg around his hip trying to pull him even closer. He grips the back of your thigh, nails digging crescents into your skin. 

“Oh god,” you say through gritted teeth. “Just like that.” Your hands scrabble for purchase on his bare back.

Eddie breathes harshly, tucking soft groans into the sensitive skin of your neck. His thrusts pick up in speed, hips snapping into yours. Each slide of his cock within you pushing you closer to that blissful edge. 

Soft moans and the slap of skin meeting is the only sound that fills the room. Weed and the smell of sex and sweat hangs in the atmosphere. It’s just you and him here, bodies pulling and pushing in a sinful dance. Sounds of pleasure competing with the guitar solo that wails from the radio. 

His body, warm and heavy above yours, brings you comfort. The slick of his bare skin ignites a fire within you. It singes at the edges of your vein, and pools hot and heavy in the depths of your stomach. Threatens to engulf you both in its flames until you’re nothing but a pile of ash. 

“Not gonna last much longer, baby,” Eddie moans. Even as he speaks his hips lose their steady rhythm. “Please tell me you’re almost there.” 

“Uh huh.” You slide a hand between your writhing bodies and rub at your sensitive clit. 

Eddie bucks his hips into yours sharply when your walls clench around him. “Jesus. Okayokayokayokayokay.” He bites your shoulder. “Oh fuck.” 

“Don’t stop. You’re gonna make me come,” you whisper, body tensing. 

He wraps an arm around your waist and holds you as close as he can. “Shit. Come on.” 

You feel like a rubber band being stretched. Tightening. Wearing thin. Until it all comes apart with a snap. You can’t help the drawn out cry that leaves your lips; do nothing to stop the hoarse cries of Eddie’s name that fill the van. 

Eddie comes with a low Goddammit, hips grinding sloppily into yours. He falls on top of you, all of his strength sapped away. 

“Holy fucking shit.” He laughs breathlessly, pulling out of you with a quiet groan. 

You run your fingers through his messy hair. It looks a bit lifelike, frizzy strands sticking up at all angles.  

“You’ve got a real swearing problem, y’know that?” you tease. 

Eddie snorts. “Sounds a little like the pot callin’ the kettle black.” 

“Never used to swear before I met you.” 

“There were a lot of things you didn’t do before you met me.” He wags his eyebrows. 

You tilt your head back and laugh. “That’s true. You’re a corrupting influence.” 

“I like to think I just amplify what’s already there.” He props his chin up in the palm of his hand. “Maybe you weren’t as innocent as you thought.” 

You bite your bottom lip. “Maybe not.” Your eyes drift to the orange-ish sunlight that filters through the windshield. “Oh no. What time is it?” 

Eddie glances at his watch. “5:15. Got somewhere to be?” He sits up and tosses the condom into a plastic shopping bag. 

“Dinner and then Wednesday service after that.” You pull your underwear back on and search through your backpack for the other outfit you carried around for times like this. 

“Ah well, say a little prayer for me.” He pulls his jeans up and buckles his belt. 

“I’ll say two. One for your soul and one for your algebra test.” 

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Eddie drops his head into his hands. “Guess tomorrow’s study session will be serious then?” 

You fix your hair in the rearview mirror. “No more of your shenanigans.” 

“My shenanigans?” Eddie scoffs. “You’re the one who wanted to come out here.” 

You ignore that detail. “When we’re done you’ll be able to say the quadratic formula in your sleep. You’ll ace your test and say goodbye to Hawkins High forever.” 

“You really believe that?” He asks, doubt seeping back into his voice. 

“Of course I do.” You squeeze his hand. “You’ve got the best tutor in all of Indiana.” 

Eddie smiles, leans across the divider, and kisses you softly.  

“Alright enough of the sappy shit.” He turns the key in the ignition. “Let’s get you home before your dad sends out a search party.”

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best.” You lean your head back against the headrest. 

Eddie cranks the volume up on the radio as he swerves onto the main road. He drums the steering wheel, singing the lyrics at the top of his lungs and humming the guitar riff. The wind blows through his hair, lifting the strands. The sun shines on his face, illuminating his deep brown eyes. 

You watch him with a smile. This was the side of Eddie nobody saw. Goofy and caring. A stark contrast to the spawn-of-Satan image people have conjured up. 

“What?” He looks at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Just lookin’ at you,” you say. 

He huffs a breath through his nose and just shakes his head. “Make sure you blink every once in a while.” 

You ride in relative silence for a while, save for Paul Stanley croning in the background. He thumbs the music down as he parks at the end of your street. 

“Thank you for flying with Hellfire Airlines. This is your captain, Eddie the Banished, speaking. Don’t forget to collect all your trash and belongings before exiting the vehicle.” He slows to a stop and looks at you. 

“Thanks for the ride.” You kiss his cheek and grab your backpack.

“Anytime.” Eddie squeezes your hand. “Same time tomorrow?” 

“I’ll be waiting.” You hop out of the van and slam the door shut. 

“Hey, angel.” He calls, leaning out of his window. 

You look at him over your shoulder. “Yeah?” 

“Put in a good word for me with the big man. I really need to pass this test.” 

“Thought you didn’t believe in all that.”  

Eddie shrugs. “Desperate times call for desperate measures.” 

“I’ll make it extra special just for you. Bye, Eddie.” 

“See you tomorrow.”

You blow him a kiss. 

He snags it out of the air and holds it close to his chest. 

Eddie’s still clutching it tight while he drives away. 

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #stranger things #orion writes

[betrosed]

remembering the time that I accidentally led one of my 9th graders (I’m an English teacher) to memorize entire scenes of Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew despite the fact that we weren’t even reading that play in class.

it all started with her (and a couple others) complaining about how they’d have to read Romeo and Juliet in the spring, and I responded by basically saying, “I know, it sucks. It’s not his best play by far.” Which, of course, compelled them to ask what was his best play.

I responded by saying his best comedy is Taming of the Shrew, which in many ways is one of the first haters-to-lovers stories we have. That got their attention, of course.

One student in particular (we’ll call her Ally) really loves that trope, and I showed her the scene in which Kate and Pertruchio meet. She struggled with the language at first, but I walked her through it like this:

Pet: Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.

Kat: “Moved,” in good time! Let him that moved you hither / Remove you hence.

Here, she is basically responding to his proposal by saying, “Whoever brought you here can take you back now please >:)”

This of course made Ally laugh (it’s funny, after all), and she proceeded to take the 10lb anthology from my hands and read the rest of the scene, pausing every once in a while to ask what something meant. (If you convince students that there is great entertainment lying at the bottom of comprehension, they’ll do the work needed to get there.)

Fast forward a few weeks, and Ally has told me that she has gotten used to Shakespearean English (she still struggles with vocab, but the syntax has become familiar). I pointed out to her that everything is written in iambic pentameter (every line has 10 syllables with alternating accents—unstressed, stressed). Ally’s mind was BLOWN. (If I had told her this while teaching Romeo and Juliet in the spring as a side note about Shakespeare in general, you can imagine she would not have been nearly as interested.) She then proceeded to recite lines FROM PURE MEMORY and counted the syllables (I was flabbergasted), and found that the lines indeed held 10 syllables each. I revealed to her that people in Shakespeare’s time didn’t actually talk like how people do in his plays—so even back then people probably struggled through comprehension sometimes. She appreciated their company.

All this to say that kids are actually VERY hungry for knowledge—and even literature—but the way we introduce it to them has everything to do with how they’ll respond to it. If you show them that you’re a nerd about it, they’ll believe you when you tell them it’s a piece worth looking into.

#personal #teaching chronicles #shakespeare #taming of the shrew

[little-klng]

My twitter was permanently suspended. Here's (probably) why.

oh hey!

so, my last tweets were on november 9th, where i said these things:

and thats. it. 100% of my twitter experience. other than this, its tweets from back in august when i was complaining that some nft bro hacked my account and performed a full takeover, which i fixed myself and reported the user involved (which went nowhere btw), and some tweets from when i made my account and tried to use it in 2019.

guess it was too much anyway! weird

to be honest? i personally cant find a single thing here that actually breaks any of the twitter rules. but just to be sure, lets check together, and you can be the judge of that:

The following is a complete list of Twitters 16 listed rules. Breaking any of the following rules can and likely will result in a temporary or permanent suspension, or even a ban. According to Elon Musk and Twitter, my account sometime around November 9th broke one of these 16 rules.

Important note: I have already sent in an appeal to Twitter, and assuming they still actually have "Support", they should have already seen it. The appeal has been in for a few days (i found out i was banned between the 29th and the 2nd) and remained completely ignored, as I havent had a reply even once. At this point, I'm posting this here to pose the question to you. Do you think that ive broken a single one of these rules? do you think that anything ive done is worth a permanent suspension? I dont actually care about getting my twitter back, since as you can clearly see i really dont use it. im posting this here because its 100% the clearest cut example of Elons Twitter banning someone for what can literally ONLY be a set, cut criteria that has otherwise only been speculated as suspendable, which is at the bottom of the post.

Violence

were any of these tweets violent? threatening violence? glorifying violence in any way?

Terrorism or Violent Extremism

did any of these tweets indicate a promotion of terrorism? were any of them indicative of extremist views? did i threaten any large groups of people based on their protected class while treating that class as a monolith?

Child Sexual Exploitation

did any of these tweets contain child sexual exploitation material?

Abuse/Harassment

were my tweets harassing or targeting anyone? were any of them wishing or hoping that someone experiences harm, violence, or death?

Hateful Conduct

did any of my tweets attack someone based on their protected class?

Perpetrator of Violent Attacks

did any of my tweets contain plans to commit an attack, or disseminate a violent manifesto?

Suicide or Self Harm

did i post anything, either towards myself or others, that seemed to glorify or encourage self harm or suicide?

Sensitive Media

did any of my tweets contain graphic violence or adult content?

Illegal or certain Regulated Goods or Services

were any of my tweets in reference to, containing, or attempting to advertise drugs or prostitution in or towards states or countries that regulate or criminalize that type of content?

Private Information

did i tweet out anyones private address, phone numbers, or other personal identifiable information without authorization? did my tweets incentivize others to do so?

Non Consensual Nudity

did i post adult content of someone without their permission?

Platform Manipulation and Spam

did i attempt to use twitter to advertise scams or phishing software? did i attempt to either amplify or silence information in a way that disrupted the twitter experience?

Civic Integrity

did i commit, or allege to, or spread misinformation about, election fraud?

Misleading and Deceptive Identity

does my twitter handle and twitter profile content reflect who i am? am i trying to impersonate anyone important in an attempt to mislead, confuse, or get a rise out of others?

Synthetic and Manipulated Media

do any of my tweets contain fake screenshots or altered photos in an attempt to cause reputational harm, such as in defamation?

Copyright and Trademark

do any of my tweets steal trademarked content or intellectual property?

...So, with that out of the way, heres the meat of my point. If you got this far and said no, i didnt actually break a single one of those rules, then it might interest you to know what i think i might have been banned for. I had "queer" in my bio, i had Elon Musk blocked, and i mentioned Elon Musk in a tweet. i also said in one tweet that i "wasnt a very big fan of twitters overall site layout as a new user". These are genuinely the only things in this entire account i can put close to something Elon would suspend me for. I want to highlight them, since again, there is genuinely not one single other thing to highlight here. Its the only options, until twitter support actually finds something suspendable in my account and tells me what it is directly via email. Until then, do with that what you will.

#twitter #elon musk #twitter suspension #reblog

[moonchild-things]

Chapter Ten: Last Chance, Connor

Summary: Living in Detroit, the capital of androids, constantly reminds Natalie Tyler of the accident that changed her life for the worst. Her world is overturned after deciding to adventure out of her apartment and back into the cruel world. When androids start to peacefully protest for their rights, she is asked to work with a RK800 prototype android that goes by the name Connor.  

Word Count: 3651

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DATE

NOV 9TH, 2038

TIME

AM 12:05:23

THE TRIO FOUND THEMSELVES INSIDE OF NATALIE'S homey apartment. Thankfully, Ethan had yet to get home even though it was midnight. Natalie knew that his classes ended about an hour ago, but chalked up his absents to studying with peers or hanging out with friends. Really it was a miracle that he wasn't there. Though it gave her the opportunity to talk to Hank and Connor about her past without him there. Sure, it would be good to have her brother there for moral support. However, she wanted to be strong and not have a crutch to lean on. This was her story to tell, and she wanted to do it on her own.

She had made sure to get herself as comfortable as possible in the living room. She insisted that the man and android did the same because they were going to be there for a while. Her explanation was going to a lengthy one.

Natalie sat herself down on the love seat in the living room. She wrapped her arms around her knees that she had drawn up into her chest. Her bottom lip was pulled in between her teeth as she stared at her two friends.

Hank was nursing a beer, which Natalie had gotten him because she knew he needed it. He stared at her with calculating eyes. The older man had been keeping himself closed off ever since he walked into the apartment. Only a few words were shared, and Natalie was unsure what to make of it. So as she huddled up on the couch with the inquisitive eyes of both Hank and Connor, she decided it was time to start her long, long explanation.

"Let me start off by saying that yes, Elijah Kamski is my cousin. My dad is Noah Kamski, obviously his uncle." She let a sharp breath escape her lips. That was probably the easiest thing that she could say, things were certainly going to go downhill from here. "My dad died when I was about four and my mother, Marian, remarried a few years after that." She cringed at the thought of her brute of a step-father, Ronald Tyler. God, does she hate that man. 

Connor nodded thoughtfully at that information and was now able to connect the picture that he saw the last time he was in Natalie's apartment. Even though he was an android, he couldn't imagine what it must have been like to live a life without a father. Considering he wasn't created the same way a human is, he never really had the connection of a father. Though even though Natalie had stated that her father had died while she was very young, he was able to see the pain in her eyes at the mention of him. Something glitched in his circuits as he gazed at the saddened woman. The android couldn't tell why it happened, or what really caused it, however, he certainly didn't like the upset expression on her face.

"I have three half-siblings, including Ethan." She continued on at the silence of both her friends. "I was the one in my family who excelled in science and math which explains how Elijah and I worked together on androids. Eventually, we co-created the first android to pass the Turing test, but I let him claim it as his own." She dared to glance at Hank and saw he had yet to really indicate what he was thinking about and that scared Natalie slightly. She continued, "I went to college for physics and started doing some mundane research." She paused for a second as her throat started to tighten up. "There was an accident a few years ago in my lab... I got seriously hurt." Natalie couldn't bring herself to say that she had basically been killed that fateful day. That piece of information was one that she would keep to herself for now. After all, even though they had been through a lot with each other and she has lied a bit to them, Natalie still believes that she's entitled to her own secrets. 

"Elijah tried to fix me up by doing something completely experimental. He replaced every damaged body part with android parts." She lifted her hand and let the false skin to crawl off of her hand. "He brought me back to life, but I'm not..." The cyborg tried to find the right word or phrase, yet her tightened throat was causing her some trouble, "...me. At least not completely. I can't remember the majority of my childhood. I can't remember the name of my favorite teacher or who my childhood friends were. I don't remember how it felt to graduate from school or to meet my younger siblings for the first time."

Hank's eyebrows turned down in confusion at that. She lost memories of her life? That's quite a tragedy. He couldn't really imagine what it would be like if that had happened to him. Her eyes, that had previously been pointed away from the android and man, were now desperately flickering between the two. It was like she was silently asking for them to understand where she was coming from. "I don't want your pity, either of you. That's not why I'm telling you guys this. I only want you to understand why I didn't tell you the truth. All I really wanted was to forget about it. Meeting new people gave me the chance to-"

"Lie about who you are?" Hank's gravelly voice asked. His beer now completely forgotten about as he focused his intense stare on the woman who was trying to keep herself from falling apart.

Natalie just sighed sadly and adverted her eyes once again, "I know it was wrong, but I’ve just grown tired of having so many people remind me that I should have died three years ago! I didn't want to risk meeting people who would just say the same thing once they found out.” 

She desperately wanted Hank to understand that she didn't do this in a malicious manner. She didn't really do it to deceive him. All she wanted was to have a friend who didn't know her, know her past, or who she was due to the media. Natalie wasn't the type of person to hurt anyone intentionally. Don't get her wrong, she certainly has the capacity to be mean and possibly hurt someone, but she rarely did it. 

Hank drank in her words. It was deadly silent, though Natalie was sure that her rapidly beating heart might be echoing in the room. He then suddenly clicked his tongue and placed down the glass. "Well, this has certainly been... eye-opening."

Natalie bit her bottom lip before speaking with a shaky voice, "It's okay if you're angry with me, Hank."

"I'm not angry," he scoffed, "don't get me wrong, I was before, but now, I don't give a shit anymore. You've explained it to us, that's all I wanted."

A sigh escaped her lips at his statement, "thank you."

He grunted and stood up from his seat. The older man stretched and grabbed his empty bottle. "Well, story time's over. I should head home." 

"Really?"

He looked down at the woman who appeared to be so fragile now. It was strange to see her look up at him with wide, hesitant eyes. It wasn't so long ago that he saw the rebellious side of her running after an android on a busy street. Now, she looked afraid of saying the wrong thing. It was a jarring sight for the man, but he wouldn't comment on it.

She was in a vulnerable state after she had basically laid out her life to him and Connor. The woman had explained her life story to the two of them. Of course, Hank wasn't naive enough to believe that she had told them everything about herself, but it was enough to satisfy him. She didn't need to tell them anything else. Natalie had explained what she needed to in order to make up for her lie. He accepted it wholeheartedly.

He nodded his head and headed towards the door. "Yeah, I'll see you two later." With that, he exited the apartment and made his way out of the apartment building to continue mulling over what he had found out.

Natalie stared at the now-closed door with furrowed eyebrows. However, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of her chest and now she could breathe properly. Hank wasn't angry, that was good. She was happy now. The lieutenant wasn't holding her lie against her any longer which was the best thing that could happen. He may still be slightly apprehensive or tense, but it was far better than having him acting so cold to her.

“What’s the earliest memory that you can remember?”

Connor's sudden question was met with silence. Natalie looked over at the android as she forgot that he was there for a moment. She contemplated for a moment and dug into her head for an answer. “The earliest? Well… The earliest thing that I can remember, what I know for a fact is a memory, is pain. My whole body was on fire and everything was in agony. Then there was a bright light and I was in a hospital bed with my brother sitting next to me.”

Connor tilted his head at the crack in her voice. “So you don’t remember anything before that?”

She reminisced in the memories that she was unsure were real or not. “I get flashes of my childhood, mainly in dreams." A small smile flickered onto her lips which caused Connor's LED to flash yellow. "Like when Eli and I were working on some projects together or when I received an award at school. It’s more like an out of body experience, some I don’t remember fully and are distorted. All in all, most of my memories before the accident are almost completely gone. Hell, I didn't even recognize the majority of my family when I first woke up. It was just so… terrifying."

Connor couldn't understand what it may have been like. However, from data that had been implemented into him thanks to CyberLife, he knew that her life is considered tragic and sad. To go through the things that she did and come out of it relatively okay, meant she was strong. Connor couldn't help but think(There it is again. Can he really think?) that Natalie was a magnificent woman. Knowing that, he suddenly felt like... Well, he wasn't really sure what to do, but that he really needed to do it.

"You shouldn't have gone through something like that."

Natalie scoffed but masked it as a chuckle, "yeah..." She ground her teeth together, "you know when I woke up, and I figured out what was happening, all I wanted was to see my family. I wanted my mom to hug me and Penny to comfort me. Hell, I even wanted to see my step-dad!" At this point, tears were starting to pool at the corners of her brown eyes and she didn't even attempt to wipe them away.

Noticing the distress that had suddenly washed over her, Connor moved to sit next to her on the love seat. He placed a hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her in some way. For a machine who shouldn't show emotion, Connor was doing a pretty good job of being empathetic.

"Y-yet my family was disgusted with what I had been turned into!" Natalie barked out a waterly laugh. "As far as they cared, their Natalie was dead. I'm was nothing but a poorly made copy to take her place. So they disowned me." As Natalie continued to let her words fall from her lips and tears trickled from her eyes, she barely realized how close Connor had suddenly gotten. All she was focused on was letting her feelings spill out of her. "Ethan was the only one who didn't. He stuck by me and tried to keep me from killing myself for over three years. He's one of the only reasons I'm still here. Ethan's my rock and he does everything he can to make me feel normal."

Connor started to rub her back in comfort as he drew closer and closer to her. It seemed like Natalie was unable to stop herself from talking about herself. The bottled up feelings were overflowing and Connor was glad that he was there to help her through this. Though Natalie was still becoming even more frantic as she continued to talk.

“But I’m still just some freak with blue blood running through my veins!”

Connor pulled her into a hug. They were frozen.

Both couldn't understand why or how Connor was doing this. They both did know that Connor was able to express empathy, thanks to Elijah and his extreme test. However, this was a little bit new. Connor held her tightly while Natalie rested her head on his chest. Neither Natalie or Connor would wonder why the two of them were like this. Instead, they would just let it happen and deal with the questions later. 

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DATE

Nov 9TH, 2038

TIME

PM 12:04:04

Connor found the Zen Garden to be dark and cold. Snow blanketed every surface and fell from the grey sky as he opened his eyes. If he had real skin, he was certain he would be freezing. He walked along the sone path, walking past a glowing blue arch that he didn't spare a glance at. Marching towards the pond, he found that it was frozen. Amanda stood in the middle of the frozen water and waited patiently for him with a scowl.

The android approached her slowly, hesitant about the ice. Finally he stood in front of her and the emotionless expression on her face. "After what happened today, the country is on the verge of a civil war. The machines are rising up against their masters. Humans have no choice but to destroy them."

Connor didn't know why but he didn't like the idea of that. "I thought Kamski knew something... I was wrong..."

"Maybe he did…" Her eyes narrowed, "but you chose not to ask..."

Connor nearly scoffed, "I chose not to play his twisted little game! There was no reason to kill that android." Amanda seemed to grow even colder at his answer. He grew quiet and contemplated what else to say to the woman. "I'm not a unique model, am I? How many Connors are there?" 

"I don't see how that question pertains to your investigation."

Her answer did not instill any trust in Connor. "Wh... Why did Kamski leave CyberLife? What happened?" 

Amanda was still as emotionless as ever, "It's an old story, Connor. It doesn't pertain to your investigation." This may have been something that he could also ask Natalie. However, she was already emotionally drained after telling him and Hank about her life.

"You didn't tell me everything you know about deviants, did you?" He could tell. Connor could figure that there was something left unsaid by 

"I expect you to find answers, Connor. Not ask questions." She ground out with a harsh glare, "You're the only one who can prevent civil war. Find the deviants or there will be chaos. This is your last chance, Connor."

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Connor opened his eyes once again to find himself in Captain Fowler's office. He, Hank, and Natalie had all been called into it a while ago. It really could only mean bad news. "You're off the case. The FBI is taking over." 

"What?.." Hank asked shocked. "But we're onto something! We... We just need more time. I'm sure we can-"

Fowler shook his head, "Hank, you don't get it. This isn't just another investigation, it's a fucking civil war! It's out of our hands now... We're talking about national security here."

Natalie, stood in between Hank and Connor looked in between Hank and Fowler like a child. They were off the case? They were close to finding out everything though! She knew it! 

"Fuck that!" Hank shouted in frustration, "You can't just pull the plug now. Not when we're so close!"

The captain shook his head in disbelief, "You're always saying you can't stand androids! Jesus, Hank, make up your mind! I thought you'd be happy about this!"

"We're about to crack the case!.. I know we can solve it!" Hank leaned forward as it seemed like he had grown passionate about this. Natalie had to admit that this was definitely a change from how Hank saw androids a few days ago. Now, it was like he was warming up to them instead of thinking of them as just stupid machines. "For God's sake, Jeffrey, can't you back me up this one time?"

Jeffrey only sighed, "There's nothing I can do. You're back on homicide and the android returns to CyberLife with Natalie." The Captain shook his head dejectedly, "I'm sorry, Hank, but it's over." The silence between them was deafening. In frustration, Hank wrenched the door open and marched out of the room. 

Natalie licked her lips at the awkwardness, "it was a pleasure working with the DPD, Captain Fowler." Connor nodded his head silently at the man who returned it before the two of them left the office.

The trio huddled around Hank's desk. Each of them was filled with disappointment with the news that they were given. The older man clenched his jaw in frustration, "I know we could've done it…"

"Connor still has his mission and I still have my job." Natalie sighed while running a hand through her hair. There wasn't much else they could really do. Unless...

"So, whaddya gonna do?"

Connor, perched on Hank's desk appeared to look determined(an emotion?) and answered the lieutenant, "I'm gonna use the key that Kamski gave me. And find Jericho."

"What if we're on the wrong side?" Hank mused, "What if we're fighting against people that just wanna be free?"

The three of them shared a meaningful glance before Connor spoke up. "If that's the case, I'll find out when I get to Jericho."

Hank stared at the android for a long before his eyes drifted to Natalie next to Connor. A sudden thought started to nag at the back of his mind. Honestly, it had been bothering him for a while, he just never had the chance to really bring it up. It seemed okay to mention it now though. "When Natalie was hanging off the roof, back at the urban farm, you let that deviant go in order to help her. You put her life above the mission. You showed empathy, Connor. And empathy is a human emotion."

Connor looked down in contemplation at his words. Yes, Hank was right "I don't know why I did it…" Natalie watched him with her bottom lip between her teeth as she grew curious as well. "I didn't want to see her hurt." Hank and Natalie shared a quick to see her own conflicted expression. However, he figured that he was even more confused than her. Brushing off the feelings and looking away from Natalie, Connor looked up at Hank to hopefully steer the conversation away from his own conflict. "I might not be qualified to judge but... You're an outstanding police officer. And a good person."

"You're a good man, Hank Anderson." Natalie smiled, "though a little bit of an ass sometimes." The group chuckled as she tried to lighten the mood.

Hank stared at the two who had started to become friends with. The android and the cyborg. Two of the most unlikely friends that a man like him could ever make. "You're gonna have to choose your side, Connor… You too, Natalie. Deciding who you are can be the hardest thing… You watch your backs, all right?"

Connor stood up from his perch on Hank's desk and nodded his head at his... friend. Natalie smiled and had half the mind to hug the older man, but thought that he'd reject it. She spun on her heels and walked after Connor. Only she found herself nearly running into the android's chest face first. After regaining control of her flaming cheeks, she looked up to Connor questioningly.

"Yes?"

He stared down at her with something shining in his eyes that Natalie couldn't really decipher. "You're not coming with me."

Natalie scoffed at him. Of course, he figured why she was following after him, but it was no use arguing with her. She had set her mind to this and nothing was going to change it. It didn't matter what Connor said to her to try and deter her from this. Natalie, the head-strong, stubborn woman would not be swayed by this chocolate-eyed android.

"Don't start, Connor," she jabbed a finger into Connor's chest for emphasis. "I'm going with or without you, okay? I may not be fully android, but I will be damned if I just sit around and allow people who just want to be free to get hurt."

"You know my mission-"

"I know what your fucking mission is," she grunted, "I don't care. Besides, I'm your babysitter." It was like that was the strongest argument that she had. Though it certainly swayed Connor. It also may have been due to the fire he saw in her eyes or the way she stared up at him with wide eyes.

Either way, Connor was convinced. "Fine."

Natalie jumped in victory and started to head for the exit to head to Jericho. The two, an android and a cyborg, headed out of the precinct to find the other androids. While Connor had his mission to stick to and would complete it as a loyal machine, Natalie had the idea of helping deviants in their journey to freedom.

#dbh fanfic #dbh #detroid become human #detroit become human #detroit become human fanfiction #detroit become human fanfic #the rebellion report #fanfic #fanfiction #OC #ocs #multiple ocs #connor x oc #female oc #female!oc #male!oc #male oc

[ventismacchiato]

Welp okay. (TLDR at the bottom of you don't wanna read(

It all started the summer before 9th grade. My high school was pretty special. Special in a way that the orientation was a month long during the summer. During this orientation we got to know the other 100 to 120 kids who were also going to be in the same school. (It's small because it was a special program ran by a college).

On day 1 I believe we were doing an ice breaker. They gave us one of those sheets where you had to find someone who fits one of the prompts listed.

So that's what I was doing. Looking for people. On the way I found him. Let's call him....Damian. (I'll go by Pusit)

I forgot which of my prompts fit him or which of his prompts fit me, but, I remember why we got to talking. It was because I've never listened to gogo music. We talked a bit and then left to find more people. By some miracle I find him again and don't recognize him. He makes me remember and we talk and separate again.

This was where it all started. It's not much and could be shaken off but it was a start.

Everyday when it was time to go and wait for the bus we would talk.

Then on the past day of orientation there was a rally/fun day for us. After doing the mandatory class performances and the like, we were free to do whatever as long as we didn't leave the building premises or wander into the staff only areas. I spent this time with him and walked around with him.

He let me play with his hair and we leaned on each other when we went to watch a movie in one of the rooms.

At the end of the day while waiting for the busses we exchanged numbers and that was it.

Or so I thought.

I never had someone text me so much. We texted every single day without fail. Good mornings, good nights, we texted.

It was clear I ended up liking him because the though of him made me smile all stupid and kick my legs and squeal. It was the same for him. He said I took his breath away the first time he saw me. Or something like that

(dear god I hope he doesn't find this lol)

We got together before school started and I was so happy to have a boyfriend. Happy but also very nervous. Because what if he sees me and rethinks his choices??

I was stressing out about it. So much so that when it was time for the first day of school I couldn't look up or at him, or anyone for that matter. I was nervous as heck.

We couldn't spend much time together then but we would see each other every start of the day, lunch, and end of the day.

That school year was amazing. Call me a silly and clueless 9th grader but I was happy. I felt loved and I loved back. My heart would flutter and pound.

Our first kiss took my breath away. I liked it so much that I was the one that pulled him back for more (almost got caught by a teacher too lol). From then on we would sneak out of class to hang out in the halls.

It was euphoria to me. It was heaven.

Then it all came crashing down. May 6 or 7. That was when we stopped being boyfriend and girlfriend. He needed a break. I didn't want to oppose him so I let him have it. He said during the break we could be one or two things. Friends with benefits or Acquaintances.

I asked which one will have us interact more. He says the Friends with Benefits one. So I chose it.

Little did I know it won't make a difference. One month later we were over. He had enough of me.

That was my first heartbreak. I learned pain.

Then fate decided to rub salt in the wound by granting a wish that me from when we were still lovers had. To be in the same class so we could always be together and half each other's hand.

But the things that happened in the year after are for another story. Cause that has me being unhinged.

Anywho all of this happened in the 9th grade. It was short lived and from long ago.

Sorry for the long read lol

TLDR: I meet guy in summer. Fall in love. Date during school year. Break during May. Become fwb with him during break. We finally break up and leave each other.

Fun Fact: we broke up just before my birthday too.

tw // couples HAH

sorry i forgot to reply to this i read it while waiting for the bus last week and my jaw was like 😟 the entire time bruh

sucks tho u deserve someone better and not before ur birthday too 😀😭

and uhm hello if u have other stories pkeek tell me my romantic life is so dry

#kai mail 💌

[lehohoho]

December 13th, 2022 - old journal in the closet

I was rummaging through my closet for a scarf that I hadn't worn in a year. On the bottom of the bag, I found my old journal, dated from October 2019 to April 2021.

I leave all my journals at my parents home because I had moved to a different place seemingly every year. And each time I moved, I discarded much of my possessions.

The journal starts with me living in Newark. It's filled with distrust of myself. From my older eyes now I see it was just voices echoing in my head.

- October 31st, 2019 - In Neapolitan series Lenu and Lila don't see each other for years at a time. Each growing into their own persons independently. Can i say their friendship lacks depth? What is the balance between myself and how much i give of myself despite not enjoying doing so. I am not at ease.

...

In my conversations with my mother, she is specific and anecdotal. i am general and philosophical. When i ask her about the poverty of her hometown she talks of the people she knew who couldn't get out and the women who have. I ask her about the difference b/w the two. She says hardwork, a passable husband, and luck. I reply about the systematic trappings of poverty, the flow of money and capital funneled through banking systems and government owned enterprises. How common people seemed to live so terribly even in the wealthiest nation in the world. She ignores me. She lives amongst the lives of people, and i seem to only enjoy the idea of people.

...

His parents hoped he wouldn't be a criminal, serial killer, or pedophile. My parents didn't even entertain those possibilities. Letting me know that it is in me to finalize our pending family dream. To start a large corporation, to be a ceo. That to stay in corporate salary is to settle and a waste of a life and our ambitions.

- November 9th, 2019 - Harlem by Langston Hughes

what happens to a dream deferred does it dry up like a raisin in the sun or fester like a sore and then run

does it stink like rotten meat or crust and sugar over like a syrupy sweet?

maybe it just sags like a heavy load

or does it explode?

- November 12th, 2022 - `Latency read memory (1mb)

L1 cache = 0.5 ns L2 cache = 7 ns (14x L1 latency) main memory = 100 ns (20x L2, 200x L1) read 1mb from SSD (~1GB/sec) = 10 ms (4x memory)`

- November 22, 2019 - `I studied mechanical engineering so at-least 3 of my classes any given semester were physics or math related. Math had the most straightforward assignments, forthright in its formulaic repetition. Physics problems were archaic, contrived scenarios with conditions intended to simplify calculations. The first year I started, i immediately looked for answer keys.

- Dec 4th, 2019 - 1180 Raymond, a towering apartment complex. The tallest residential building in Newark, New Jersey. On its 30th floor, lights shine upwards illuminating the top four floors. A lasting symbol of Newark's well-to-do families. The building is imposing, unchanging, and telling. It says, "I will never change. Residency here is stability. It's comfort. It's lasting.

It reminds me of beauty and the beast. That era of architecture, inaccessible grandness. It belies the warmth of my apartment inside. Inside it feels like home: an isolated, clean, and thoughtful existence. On the outside a cold, unmoving and respectable exterior. The tower of 1180 Raymond embodies where my life is headed to. "

- December 11th, 2019: short stories - I had this idea for a short story. It's about if property ownership was democratically allotted, and every 10 years, land would go up for election at local municipality. We would elect landlords instead of the market. ... I like to start writing short stories. Small tweaks to society and economic structures that change how we live. I remember the Ted Chiang short story about lookism. If we were able to prohibit surgically the release of chemicals that respond to physical beauty. If we didn't' discriminate based on uncontrollable traits of physical beauty.

[jackiewepps]

Jackie in Japan - Baseball

After spending a lot of time watching a certain anime about baseball, of course I had to go watch a game while I was here. Well, today was that day.

The International Division offered free tickets for exchange students. They have done that a few times during the past month. This game would be the last local game of this year's season. As it was the last oppertunity, of course I had to go. So, I got a ticket and went.

The game was played at Paypay Dome in Fukuoka and was between Fukuoka Softbank Hawks and Chiba Lotte Marines. In case you don't know, a full baseball game is nine innings and this last approximately three hours.

Paypay dome is fairly big. There are a few shops outside and a billion food stands within. They mainly sell junkfood that you are free to eat while watching the game. You can also get drinks there and in the food hallway, you will also find the restrooms. There are eight entrances leading from this hallway and into the actual stadium. There are a bunch of seats and down in the middle is the baseball feild. There are a number of large screens that display the score, so you should be able to see it no matter where you sit. And this was a good thing, seeing as from where I was sitting, there was no way to see the players as any more than little ants running around on a green square. Maybe someone with better sight actually saw people in place of ants.

During the game, there was a lot of cheering from everywhere. It was easy to tell who was the home team. There were also people, mainly women, walking among the crowd and selling different things. Most sold beer. There was one who sold other drinks, one who saw what looked like some kind of food and one who sold cutton candy. They carried a container with whatever they were selling on their person, so the beer people carried it on their backs. I didn't buy anything except a cola, which my friend went to get for me.

From here on, the rest is going to be about the game itself and the last bit that happened.

For the longest time, the first 5 innings, the game was 0 - 0. No one won anything and the first innings were over with fairly quickly. But then it began to take time. First Hawks scored in the bottom of the 5th inning. Then Marines scored a point in the top of the 6th. We could then sit there and bite our nails until the bottom of the 8th inning when Hawks finally scored again, making the score 2 - 1 with them in the lead. Top of the 9th, everyone was tense while waiting for Marines to get three outs and hopefully not score any points in the process. Their first batter struck out, their second batter didn't make it to first base in time and I believe the third struck out too. At this point, the dome errupted into cheers from all the fans. Then there was a montage of how the season had been for Hawks and we finished by people using their phones to make light that make the dome look like it was covered in stars. It looked beautiful.

I decided to take my leave before the events came to an end, partially because I couldn't really see any of it, and partially because we had passed 9p and I still hadn't had dinner, I had about 30 minutes walk home and classes tomorrow.

I don't care much for sports, even if I watch it live. It helps to understand what's going on, but I don't really feel much except I'm happy that we won. I would have been happy about that no matter if I had watched the game or not. But now I can say I have done it-

Have you ever watched a sport live? Do you care for sports? Do you like sports anime? if so, which is your favorite?

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Eddie Munson has a crush...

okay, ive never written any fan fiction so if anyone reads this and likes it pleaaaase let me know? Its not x-rated or anything (but I think its working its way up to being smut...) Its also too long I know, BUT I couldnt stop once I started. I hope someone likes it :) thanks

Eddie Munson had been staring at the same page of Great Expectations for the past 5 minutes, pretending to read, that way when Beth walked into class he would look smart, and interesting. He figured Beth probably liked smart guys since she always got straight A’s. The 5 minute warning bell rang, and just like clockwork, Beth Campbell walked into 6th period English class. Oh god here she comes, he thought, Act casual…I’m not even gunna look up, I’m just reading my book. I don't care that Beths here, not one bit, I– 

“Hiya Eddie.”

Munson jumped at the sound of her voice and looked up from his book, quickly tucking his hair behind his ears to keep it out of his face. Beth smiled her big bright smile, unloaded the heavy book bag from her shoulder and slumped into her seat. She sat sideways, turned around in her seat and crossed her arms over top of Eddie's desk, “Whatcha reading?” her eyes looked right into his big brown doe eyes so intensely that Eddie's stomach did a backflip. He had to break eye contact and look away, holding up the book in front of his face to show Beth the tattered cover, and to cover his own blushing cheeks.

Eddie Munson had a crush on Beth since he was in the 4th grade, and she was in 3rd. He had fallen and broken his ankle on the blacktop, he was crying and asking for someone to help him but the other kids all just pointed and laughed. “Look Munsons crying!!” they teased, but then, Beth Campbell appeared like an angel, she walked right up to him, held out her hand and helped him up. He remembered leaning on her shoulder for support, even though he was easily a foot taller than her, she helped him limp all the way to the nurses office. They had been good friends after that, every weekend they rode their bikes together around the trailer park, spent hours at the arcade, she watched him practice guitar even though he was terrible at it back then and in the summer they drank slushies all day until they had terrible brain freezes. But in the 9th grade Beth got pretty, like really pretty, she had so many friends that she always had a crowd around her in the halls. She got popular. “Too popular to hang out with Eddie the freak” he thought to himself bitterly. He still thought about her alot, he missed her the most in the summertime. He thought about her at night too, when he was alone in bed touching himself. Her hair, her eyes...he wanted to touch her so badly his whole body ached. After he came he felt empty, it wasn't the real thing, and it never could be, she was just a fantasy. Just like the dungeons and dragons campaigns he spent hours writing to distract himself, all just a fantasy.

 He was never mad at her though, he didn't blame her. That's just the way things were in Hawkins; there were the popular kids, the normal kids, the nerds, and then...there were the freaks. Eddie and the rest of his Hellfire club were on the bottom of the school social hierarchy.

Sometimes when they passed each other in the halls Beth would catch his eyes and smile. Eddie was content that those fleeting smiles would be all that was left of their friendship, until it was Beth's senior year, (and Eddie's second senior year), and by some miracle they had English together. Eddie wanted to rush into the Hawkins High main office and give a big kiss to the school registrar. For an entire hour every day Eddie could stare at the back of Beth's beautiful black hair, he could watch her chew on her pencil and scribble little doodles in the margins of her notepad. Sometimes when she leaned forward in her chair the small of her back would show peeking out from under her shirt and Eddie could catch a glimpse of the top of her underwear. It drove him crazy. Ms. Minnivers class was so boring, the way she would drone on and on at the front of the class was mind numbing, but Eddie didn't care. He wouldn't mind if Ms. Minnivers class lasted all day, as long as Beth was there. 

“Great Expectations?? You're actually reading it?” Beth sounded amazed.

“Well uh, correct me if I’m wrong but I’m pretty sure this is what we have to read...ya know to pass this class.” 

Beth scoffed, “You're actually going to pass this time? Second times the charm, eh Munson?” 

“Ouch!” Eddie put a hand on his heart and feigned a look of horror, “low blow Beth Campbell. Stab a dagger through my heart next time!” She smiled and shook her head, she was used to Eddie's theatrical mannerisms; it's one of the things she liked most about him. 

“I could tutor you sometime, you know, I mean, if you want…” Beth was nervous, she was stumbling over her words, she could feel the heat of a blush rising in her cheeks, “I already wrote my final paper, it's due next week Eddie, have you even started yours??”

Was Beth Campbell blushing? Eddie thought, no..no why would she be blushing talking to me? Eddie decided he would have to really turn up the sarcasm to hide how much he wanted to leap at the chance to be alone with her, “Wowww, taking pity on a poor, dumb, super senior like me? Am I dying?? Is this like an act of charity or something?” Eddie laughed and put on a high pitched British accent imitating Oliver Twist, “please Miss, help out a poor beggar like me, please help me pass English class Miss!” 

“Oh my god Eddie shut up!” Beth groaned and rolled her eyes, “forget it!” she turned around in her seat and put her back to him, crossing her arms in front of her. Part of her wanted to laugh at his ridiculous accent, but part of her was really hurt. He's just making fun of me, he thinks I’m just some nerdy goody two shoes just like everyone else at Hawkins High...

Shiiiit Eddie thought, I blew it. Eddie dropped the accent, cleared his throat and leaned over his desk so close to Beth that he was murmuring into her hair by her ear in a low voice, “Beth, cmon... I’m just embarrassed. I mean you're so smart, I don't want you to have to waste your time tutoring a dope like me..” 

When Beth turned around she was surprised to see Eddie so close to her, was he smelling my hair? She wondered why she liked the idea. She leaned back so her face was inches from Eddies and whispered, “Wellll, first of all, you're not a dope. And second of all…” Beth took a deep breath before quickly spouting out her next sentence as nonchalantly as possible, “maybe you could trade me some weed for my tutoring.” 

Eddie's face went from surprised, to amused in seconds. His whisper turned into a loud sing song voice, “Beeeeeth Campbellll you sly dog!” The goofy grin that spread across his face was contagious and Beth started to laugh, it was only then she noticed Ms. Minniver was at the front of the classroom, writing on the chalkboard. Had class already started? Beth whispered to Eddie quickly, “shhhh! Okay okay, shut up! Is that a yes or a no Munson?”

“Oh, that's a yes! A huge yes!” Eddie answered eagerly, a giant grin still plastered on his face “How about tonight? After Hellfire?  I’ll meet you at my trailer around 7”

Ms. Minniver coughed and started to speak in her monotone voice, “alright class, settle down, settle down, lets begin with Chapter 20 of Great Expectations, who will start us off to read?”

Beth held her book over her face as she turned to whisper to Eddie, “Hellfire? Can’t you skip it? What's more important, some silly game, or graduating high school?”

Eddie's eyes widened so big they looked like golf balls, “I’m gonna pretend you didn't just call Dungeons and Dragons a ‘silly game’ and let it slide because I like you Beth, but there's no way in hell I’m skipping Hellfire!” he hissed. 

“Fiiiine,” Beth sighed, “I’ll meet you at 7. Munson you're absolutely insa—”

“Beth Campbell!” Ms. Miniver snapped, “Why don't you read us the next two paragraphs?”

Beth quickly turned her head and lowered her book to her desk. After a couple seconds she started reading, but Eddie couldn't hear the words coming out of her mouth. 

Beth is coming over tonight…Beth will be in my room tonight…me and her..alone…oh my god I have to clean… oh my god

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