#also last year in a different class she failed like most of us

[newtness532]

i finished doing the exercise which is like what we have to do every week for class but more analytical and organized i guess and im usually good at it but bc this one she is going to grade im very stressed about it

#anyway we dont have to turn it in until next week so im gonna wait and talk about it with my friends #see what theyve done like we do every time and then ill upload it #she also said that if someone fails shes going to let them redo it #so i shouldn't be worrying too much about it #i mean im mostly worrying bc she is very strict #like the other day she was annoyed at the entire class bc 2 teachers in 3 different classes had taught us how to do sth incorrectly #and if someone asks sth shes like oh you should already know that #as if its better to let someone be confused than spend literally 30 seconds answering a yes or no question #also last year in a different class she failed like most of us #anyway shutting up now. im going to eat dinner #jo says stuff #university update

[sunflowergirl522]

Nothing New

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Yours and Eddie’s friendship was fine. And you were fine with just being that. But then the new girl came along. (Angst with a happy ending)

Word Count: 4051

Eddie Masterlist

You’ve been best friends with Eddie Munson ever since your freshman year and you joined Hellfire with Jeff. It had been an almost instant connection with the at the time junior. He likes to joke that he’s failed senior year so many times just so he can graduate with you. And with how well he’s doing in his classes this time around it’s getting harder to tell that it’s a joke. Him and the guys were really the only friends you had, though you’re partially convinced that that’s just because you were in their club and as soon as you all graduated you’d only ever see them when you see Corroded Coffin play or Eddie drags you to a practice.

You knew Eddie was actually a friendship that would last. From the moment you told him you liked whatever band shirt he had on all those years ago he latched onto you. He was constantly making the plans for the two of you to hang out one on one and telling you when each of the bands' shows were as soon as they booked one. He went out of his way all the time to weasel his way into your life and you couldn’t be happier about it. He was the first genuine friend you’ve ever had besides Robin who’s basically a sister to you.

“Have you guys met the new girl yet?” Jeff asks as you and Eddie get to the table.

“There’s a new girl?” Eddie pulls out your chair and you shoot him a smile in thanks before sitting down and scooting it close to the table.

“Yeah, she’s cool. We invited her to sit with us today.” Adam shrugs and takes another bite of his food.

“Oh! Maybe we’ll finally get another girl to join!”

“What, you don’t like being surrounded by immature hormonal boys all the time?” Eddie teases, nudging your shoulder with his own.

“Oh definitely not, and their leader is the worst of them all.” You tease him right back laughing and earning a piece of his trail mix getting flicked at your cheek.

“Hey guys!” You look away from Eddie at the sound of the voice coming from the girl who just stopped at the table. She’s dressed in a Judas Priest shirt, ripped jeans, and a plaid flannel with a few chain necklaces and rings adorning her neck and hands. 

Jeff and Garreth move down a seat so she can sit at the corner by Eddie. He doesn’t look her way until she pulls her chair in, he had been too busy studying you but the scraping of the chair brings his attention to her. You watch as his face lights up as he recognizes the band shirt and your heart falls, it breaks a little really. You’ve been living in this fantasy that even though you and Eddie were so different he’d still feel the same way about you that you did him. But this girl seems like she’d just be absolutely perfect for him.

“Hey, I’m Ember.” She gives the two of you a little wave. Of course she would also have a badass name. And when Eddie smiles wide at her you wish you could just disappear into the floor.

“You like Judas Priest?” It was such an Eddie thing to completely ignore introducing himself to talk about music.

“Oh yeah, one of my favorite bands. You like them?”

“They’re great! I’m Eddie.” He holds out his hand and she takes it a little too enthusiastically and with a flirty little smile you'll scoff at later when you’re getting ready to scream into your pillow. You look away from them to find Mike and Dustin walking towards the table. You smile and wave at them, getting excited waves back. You’ve grown attached to the two boys and Lucas since the start of the year. You look at them as younger brothers and you’ve started inviting them over for family dinners since your mom loves to cook for way more than just two people since your dad works nights most times.

“Hey guys!”

“Hey Y/n.” They speak in unison before taking their seats.

“Oh, hey.” Dustin says to Ember as he notices her. “Are you joining Hellfire?”

“I would but I don’t actually know how to play Dungeons and Dragons. Just thought you guys would make some cool friends after meeting Jeff and Adam.”

“I could teach you to play?” Eddie offers and your smile falters for a fraction of a second.

“Really? That would be great!” 

Eddie talks to Ember most of lunch leaving you to sit with your head in your hand while you eat. He barely even notices when you move to sit in between the freshmen so they can tell you all about their science project. You look over at them every so often and immediately hate yourself for it each time. Dustin notices though and tries his hardest to keep a smile on your face and keep your attention on him and Mike. The other boys take a liking to Ember immediately with Garreth and Jeff fighting for her attention but she seems to only want to give it to Eddie. 

“Y/n.” 

“Yeah?” You look up at Eddie laughing at a joke Dustin had just told you when you hear him call out for you.

“You still coming with me to band practice later?”

“You’re in a band? That’s so cool!” Ember speaks before you can respond and you’re ready for him to forget that he even asked you a question so you turn your attention back to Dustin.

“Yeah you should come see us perform sometime. Y/n?”

“If you still want me there absolutely.” You shrug, glancing back over at him.

“Can’t practice without our mascot.” He winks at you with that dumb goofy smile on his face and your hearts slowly starts to melt back together. 

You get a ride home with Steve later instead of going with Eddie claiming you needed to study so he couldn’t come over like he normally would until it was time to head to practice. He hadn’t even realized what you said until you were already getting into Steve’s car with Robin and it was too late to ask you about it. He normally was over even if you had to study, he’d study with you so it didn’t make sense for him to not go to your house. He couldn’t confront you about it though because he had been planning a day to start teaching Ember how to play Dnd when you came up to the van and rushed it out of your mouth.

You didn’t study when you got home, instead you put on your favorite Beatles album and went through your memory box. Thinking of all the good times you’ve had with Eddie helps reassure you that even if he ends up with Ember he’ll still be your best friend. You had been worried that with her around everyone would just grow tired of you and you’d fade into the background until you weren’t even a second thought in their minds. It’s what’s happened with every other friendship you’ve ever had once you lost all novelty when someone else showed up.

When Eddie shows up later you’re singing along to Dolly Parton and organizing your desk. He has to admit you look to be in a better mood than earlier when you all but ran away from him. He almost didn’t want to disturb your peace but he was already running late and standing in your doorway admiring you wasn’t helping.

“You ready to go?” You jump at the sound of his voice, hand flying to your chest.

“You scared me, Eds! Just let me grab a sweater and I’ll be ready.” As you stand up he notices that you’ve changed clothes since school let out. Your long sleeved shirt and pants have been switched out for a tight tank top and some shorts. You grab the oversized white sweater that Eddie had gotten you in the winter because he thought you would look like a puff ball in it and throw it on before sitting back down to shove your feet into your shoes. 

“Sorry Sweetheart, didn’t mean to scare ya.” Eddie enters your room to turn your stereo off before holding out his hands to pull you out of the seat. “Now come on slowpoke, we're already late.”

“Oh and whose fault is that?” You tease as you let him drag you through your house.

“Yours obviously. Bye Mrs. Y/l/n!”

“Bye kids have fun!”

“We will ma! I’ll be home before nine!” You yell out for her as Eddie pulls you out of your door before he stops you and pokes his head back in.

“Maybe just before ten!” His words cause your mom to laugh as he shuts the door. “What are you standing around for, let's go!” You laugh as he shoves you by your shoulders the whole way to his van.

When the two of you pull up and exit the van you spot Ember already standing in the garage talking to Jeff.

“Hey guys, Ember wanted to check us out. Hope that was okay.”

“Yeah that’s cool.” Eddie shrugs before heading over to tune up his guitar. You offer a wave to her and head over to your regular seat in the corner. She smiles at you and waves back before walking over to talk to Eddie which has you rolling your eyes. After a bit you see Eddie gesture your way and she’s heading over to sit in the seat next to you.

“Hi, I’m Y/n. We didn’t really get to meet at lunch earlier.” You turn to look at her after a minute of silence. 

“It’s nice to meet you, the boys have actually told me a little about you.” 

“Really?” She nods before her attention is on the band who started playing. It warms your heart that they talked about you to her. Soon enough your attention is on the long haired dork playing his guitar and singing their newest song just loud enough for it to carry over the music. 

“They’re really good!”

“Aren’t they? I love listening to them perform.”

“Eddie’s really amazing.”

“Yeah, he is.” You smile as you watch him do his little head bags while he plays.

“Are you two like a thing?”

“What?”

“Like are you dating?” She glances over at you as she reasks.

“Oh, no he’s just my best friend.” 

“That’s good to hear.” Your heart falls to the pit of your stomach as she looks back over to admire Eddie. Of course she’d be going after your best friend instead of one of the other guys, he’s the coolest, sweetest guy you know. 

Later on the way home you’re oddly quiet. Normally you’d tell Eddie how well he played or how much you loved the new song they were practicing but you didn’t even sing along when Eddie put on the mixtape he made you full of your favorite songs so you’d have them in his van. This left Eddie to have a confused frown on his face the whole drive and everytime he glanced over at you your head was turned away from him looking out the window. When he parks the van outside of your house you thank him for the ride in a small voice and hop out before he can say anything to you. Eddie purses his lips as he watches you walk around the van before shaking his head.

“Nope, uh-uh.” He gets out and follows you down the walkway until he can grab your wrist to stop you from going any farther. “What’s wrong? You’ve been off almost all day, are you okay?”

“I just haven’t been feeling the best today, Eds. I think I just need some sleep or something. I’ll probably be feeling better tomorrow.”

“Okay.” He pulls you into a hug and rests his chin on the top of your head. “Get lots of rest tonight Sweetheart because I’ll be here bright and early tomorrow to pick you up so we can go over some stuff before Ms. O’Donnell’s test. I miraculously have a C and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Alright, bye Eds.”

He doesn’t show up the next morning, at least not while you’re still home that is. When it started to get a little late and you knew that if he was going to show that you’d be late you just got a ride from Steve since Robin was running late herself. You’re not sure why Eddie didn’t show, but you do know that you didn’t get a phone call or anything from him like you normally would if something came up. And later when you’re talking to Robin outside of the school when Eddie's van pulls into a spot with a screech and then he and Ember climb out of it you can’t help but feel like your greatest fear of losing Eddie’s attention because someone else lit up the room is coming true.

“Hey, don’t worry about it okay? I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for this right? I mean Eddie’s almost always attached to you, there’s no way he would ditch you for some chick who dresses like him.” Robin tries to calm you down as if she knows the thoughts swimming through your head. You quickly look away from your best friend as his head swivels around trying to spot you.

“I’m gonna head to class Robs, go over some more notes. I’ll see you later.” You rush into the school hoping to avoid Eddie and Ember for now.

“Hey, you weren’t home when I swung by to get you.” Eddie says as he sits next to you. You glance up at him from your notes.

“Oh, I got a ride from Steve because Robin was running late and I wasn’t sure if you were still coming. I didn’t want to risk being late for the test.”

“Sorry about that.” He scratches the back of his neck. “I slept in a little later than I wanted to and then as I was on my way out the door Ember called because her car was having trouble starting, I’m pretty sure her battery’s dead.”

“It’s fine Eds, I made it on time didn’t I?” You send a fake smile his way before turning your attention back to your notes.

“Hey speaking of Ember I’m gonna start teaching her how to play Dnd today after school so I might have to move movie night back a bit. You could come with me if you want.”

“Oh, that’s fine Eddie. Robin and I are gonna go to that new music store after school before her shift anyway. I’ll just hang out at Family Video till she’s done.” You shrug nonchalantly even though Eddie basically canceling movie night, which you know will end up happening because he gets so into Dnd, makes you feel completely awful.

“I can pick you up from there on my way over from Embers because I’ll have to pass it anyway?”

“We can just postpone Eds, really it’s fine. I’ll probably just listen to whatever new albums I get or maybe go over Robins.” You shoot him another fake smile before turning towards the front of the room.

“Okay.” Eddie wants to say more, figure out why you’re so adamant on just canceling when he just wanted to come over maybe thirty minutes later but Ms. O’Donnell is starting to hand out the tests and you have your game face on. 

The two of you don’t hang out Saturday or Sunday either. Eddie called to tell you that he wouldn’t be over Saturday because he didn’t actually teach Ember much of anything when he was over so you told him you couldn’t hang out Sunday because you were picking up a shift and then immediately called Robin and asked her if you could come into work then. And then on Monday you don’t even bother sitting next to Eddie for very long at lunch, moving to sit in between Dustin and Mike as soon as they show up. He asked where you were going when you stood up but you had held up your walkman and told him you promised Dustin you’d show him the new AC/DC album. You’re not even that shocked when Eddie doesn’t call you that night like he normally would. He was probably at Embers not teaching her how to play because when you asked him if she’s catching on he gets all shy about how he’s barely gotten her to create a character.

“I don’t think I’m gonna go to Hellfire tomorrow.” You admit to Robin in gym on Tuesday causing her to gasp.

“Y/n are you feeling okay? You never miss it, you love that silly little game too much.”

“I know but I think everyone would just have a better time if Ember took my place this week. And if it works out she can have it the rest of the year, I’m sure I can play with the kids when their friend Will finally finishes moving back.”

“I think you’re being a little dramatic. I mean leaving Hellfire? You can’t be feeling that left out can you?”

“Garreth, Jeff, and Adam don’t talk to me as much anymore and Eddie’s been canceling plans to hang out with her.”

“No, don't do that, you canceled the plans on Sunday before there could even be plans.”

“Because I need to start distancing myself now before he inevitably gets completely tired of me like everyone else I’ve ever tried to be friends with.” You throw your hands in the air as you pace in front of her before stopping and turning your whole body to face her. “Except for you of course.”

“Yeah you’re stuck with me forever which means you’re also stuck with Steve forever. We’ll be the three amigos. And you know what, being stuck with Steve means you’re also stuck with all the rugrats because he’s like their mom or something.” You laugh and bring her into a hug.

“You always know how to cheer me up, Robs.”

“Where’s your Hellfire shirt?” Eddie asks when he sees you at lunch on Wednesday. He hadn’t seen you till then since you got a ride with Steve again and you didn’t have any classes together that day but the short sleeved shirt you had on instead was the first thing he noticed.

“Oh, I’m not coming tonight.”

“What?” All conversation at the table goes silent as the guys all stop what they’re doing and look at you. 

“Something came up and I can’t come.”

“Y/n we can’t play without you, you’re one of our strongest players. We’re supposed to go up against the bad guy tonight.” Garreth says slumping in his seat at the thought of you not being there.

“Yeah, we need your lucky nat twenties.”

“You don’t even have a sub.” Eddie points the pretzel stick he was eating at you.

“I do though, Ember could take my place tonight.”

“What?” The girl in question looks shocked. “No, I couldn’t.”

“Of course you could, Eddie’s been teaching you how to play and once you start it’ll all come naturally.” You reassure her before your eyes catch onto Lucas making his way to the basketball table. “I’ll be right back. I need to ask Lucas something.”

“Henderson, Wheeler, what do you know about Y/n not coming to Hellfire tonight?” Eddie leans towards the two boys as they sit down. They share a look as if asking the other if they should tell Eddie before Mike spits a cover story out.

“She’s going to some party with Steve and Robin I think.”

“So she’s ditching us for Harrington?” Dustin can see the hurt in his friend's eyes. 

“I’m pretty sure it’s mainly for Robin, she was the one to invite her. Y/n and Steve aren’t even that good of friends.” He nervously chuckles and hits Mikes leg for the stupid lie he came up with as Eddie leans back in his seat watching you laugh with Lucas.

“I can excuse it for Robin. What do you say Ember, you ready to jump in and play?”

“Oh, uh I guess so.” She blushes knowing she’s not going to be any good at this.

Hellfire doesn’t last very long that night, Ember sucks and it’s like she didn’t listen to anything Eddie had told her about the game previously and all anyone could do was complain that you weren’t there. So Eddie ended the meeting an hour into it, dropping the kids off at their homes before making his way to your house hoping to catch you coming home later. He’s a little shocked to find your bedroom light on indicating you’re home already since it’s so early. After not getting an answer knocking on the front door he climbs up to your window. You jump at hearing it slide open and quickly sit up from where you were lying on your bed.

“Well well well look who isn’t out there partying tonight.” Eddie climbs through your window. 

“Eddie? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at Hellfire?”

“We had to stop early, pretty sure we’re just gonna start where we left off last week again next week because we barely made any progress.”

“Oh.”

“What are you doing here? Avoiding me some more?”

“I’m not avoiding you.” You scooch yourself off of the bed to walk past him and shut the window.

“Yes you are and you haven’t been yourself lately either so what’s been going on?”

“Nothing you need to worry about Eddie. So you don’t even need to pretend okay?”

“What? Y/n I-” 

“I know you’re getting tired of me okay! I know that now that Ember’s around I’m nothing new and you’re all going to move on and leave me behind because that’s what always happens. When there’s not anything exciting about me anymore and a new face shows up people leave me in the dust and I can feel all of you starting to do that.” You wrap your arms around yourself and step away from Eddie.

“Tired of you?” His voice is full of disbelief as he watches you and hesitantly steps forward. “Y/n, Sweetheart, I could never be tired of you. Everyday with you is like an adventure.” He takes another step and gently holds onto your wrists to pull them away from your body. “Everyday it’s like I discover a new facial expression from you, a new smile, I get a new song to listen to, a new movie to watch on repeat because you go through favorites the same way Dustin goes through pudding cups.” He cradles your face in his hands, thumbs brushing away stray tears. “You’re my favorite person Y/n and I wouldn’t change that for anything in the world, I love you.”

“You love me?”

“Yeah, I do. Hell I’m shocked you haven’t figured it out already because apparently it was obvious to everyone else. I mean I could barely even teach Ember how to play the damn game because I kept talking about you. She asked me like twelve times if I was sure we weren’t dating.” You laugh at his words, turning your head to kiss the palm of his hands.

“I love you too.” The two of you smile at each other as Eddie rests his forehead on yours.

“Just so you know the guys wouldn’t stop complaining about you not being there tonight. Jeff literally would not stop looking at Ember when she had to make decisions and going ‘Y/n would do this’. You should’ve seen them when she got Adam killed.”

“She didn’t?” You gasp shocked at the thought.

“Oh but she did, she started a fight by accident not even thirty minutes in.”

“That’s it, if she still wants to play after tonight I’ll teach her since you’re apparently incapable.” He rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless happy to see you back to being your teasing self.

“Whatever now show me this AC/DC album Dustin keeps raving about.”

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[nathanielzalexandria]

I love all the headcanons of "Steve is not dumb he's..." Hard of hearing, has poor eyesight, learning disability or his primary language is not English. I particularly enjoyed @dwobbitfromtheshire 's recent headcanon that he's hiding it because his father hates feeling inferior and only Eddie realizes that he is not dumb. But I would like to throw my own hat in the ring.

Steve is not dumb. Actually, he's quite smart and did quite well in school (because his parents would not expect anything less). He just wasn't into nerd culture and everyone just placed their stereotypes and rumours of him being a pretty and privileged rich jock who bought his way out of school but couldn't buy his way into college. Nevermind that he was in the top 10 students of his year and for most of his classes if not topping them and if not he wasn't failing the rest other than one or two science/math-based (rumours say the school forged those marks so that Steve could continue sports) and had a 3.6 GPA. It wasn't enough to get into his Dad's alma mater so his dad dismissed any of the other schools he got accepted into.

He does not try to hide his intelligence from Nancy or the Party, but Nancy had bought into the "Steve is simple-minded " narrative and the like before they got together and failed to realize that they are both in the same AP classes that were full of seniors and in any group or partnered project he more-than-well pulled his weight and had his own insights. So she spreads the narrative to Mike who spreads it to the rest of the party so by the time the events that befan with Dustin asks him for help with his "dog" and developed into concussed in the back of a car while a preteen drove his car, the kids have also bought into parts of the narrative. It doesn't help that he really isn't into the stereotypical nerdy stuff

Even his best friend Robin believed the lie until she worked with him and then got tortured with him by Russians. She eventually realises that he's way smarter in a practical sense than people give him credit for (he did raise himself since he was 11 or so) but does not think of it as stretching into the academic side of his life. She has not stopped calling him "dingus" though.

Eddie on the other hand knows better, which is why when a specific exam was coming up he turned to Steve.

He barged into the Harrington home a day when tye entire party was their.

"Stevie, you either have to tutor me or lend me your notes for this class. I am not failing this class and increasing the possibility of another year at fucking Hawkins."

Mike and Dustin burst out laughing at that before Steve can answer.

"I know you're e bad at that subject, but I didn't realise you were desperate enough to use Steve's notes," Dustin says with that condescending tone that means it should be obvious to Eddie.

Mike snorts at that derisively, "If he even has notes."

"Maybe," Lucas said diplomatically, "there are better options than using Steve's notes?"

Nancy steps up next offering some of her notes and flashcards since she took the class last year/is taking the class, "It's not my strongest subject but if we do a study group I'm sure you won't fail the class."

Eddie stares at the group with growing bewilderment as they agree that Nancy is the best choice while implying that Steve was not. Actually, they were acting as though he was dumb for even asking Steve, which made no sense to him.

Eddie turned his eyes to Steve. His posture by the kitchen island was much more different than when Eddie burst in. He had subtly curled into himself as if to make himself smaller, shoulders tense and a resignation on his face as if he's been through this conversation so many times before.

It was almost as if...

"You guys think that Steve is dumb, don't you?"

There was the type of silence that only comes when the quiet part is said outloud.

"No we don't think Steve's dumb," Robin begins and Eddie can hear the 'but' before she even said it, "But you know he wasn't good at the school part of school."

She continued to ramble on from there but Eddie did not hear any of it. He was too busy reevaluating the group he was with and rechecking old memories and facts to see if there was any inkling of truth to this strange idea that even the older teens should know isn't true.

It took him a moment to find the answer, and when he did he could not stop the derisive laugh that burst out and interrupted Robin's ramble.

"You guys fucking bought into the rumours, didn't you? I expect that from the kids maybe even Johnathan, maybe even Robin because of you became friends after he left school, but not from you, Nancy."

Nancy had that look on her face that she got when she was ready to argue but Eddie steamrolled over it.

"Jesus H Christ! Weren't y'all together for a whole fucking year? How do you not know that he was at the top of his year when you were together? Unless you dismissed that in favour of believing the rumours that his parents paid for his grades and the school wanted to make sure he kept on playing sports?"

He paused for a second waiting for someone to contradict him, but the look on Nancy's face was one of scrambling to defend herself. He sighed at that; she still wasn't getting it and it a sweeping look at the others proved they were lost too.

"Even if they paid off the school he would not have been in the top ten of his year, he would be like Carver and Hagan whose parents paid and their grades were just good enough to get into a decent college without too many questions. And they would not have kept on giving him high grades after he stopped doing any kind of sport in his last 2 years at that dump. Hell if Hargrove wasn't such a fucking beast at sports he would have been told he would have to repeat his senior year with me."

"It's okay Eddie; leave it go." He turned a fake sunny smile with his eyes tightly shut towards Eddie as if to pacify him.

Eddie turned to Steve who had yet to say anything throughout Eddie's diatribe up until that moment. He just continued to robotically make dinner for the party as though nothing was wrong, as though the hurt dripping off him didn't matter.

"I'm not letting this go! They had classes with you, some of which I'm pretty fucking sure were AP classes. If I had the attendance needed I would have graduated last year because of you, Stevie. So excuse me if I'm a bit annoyed that our friends are so blinded by a rumour that they can't fucking see your Salutatorian medal. Hanging. Right. There!"

All eyes except Eddie and Steve's turned in the direction that Eddie pointed at.

And there on the wall, was a framed silver medal with the word "Salutatorian" emblazoned on it. The party immediately burst into chaos amongst each other.

"Now, pretty boy, are you gonna tutor me or what?"

Or it goes something like that, I'm not sure.

#dustin immediately tries to bring up D&D and immediately gets shut down #later they collectively lose their shit when they find out he got into a college #pre steddie #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[musings-of-a-rose]

What the Hell Are Fancams?

Pairing: Teacher Ben (SNL) x f!reader

Word Count: 2500+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: Absolutely felt called out during the SNL sketch with Teacher Ben but I knew I had to write a little something for him. I'm pulling from my own experience as an ASL interpreter in the school system (glad I finally can incorporate it!). Thanks to @vanemando15 for her help in this and for being a beta!

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What the Hell Are Fancams? PART 2

New year, new school, new student. Such is the life of an American Sign Language interpreter when you work in schools. 

My last student moved out of the district so I was assigned a different one. This student's interpreter wanted to go back to work with the little ones and while I loved my time with them, it was time to swap grades. 

My student is amazing and comes from a rare family, in that she is the only member that is Deaf but everyone in her life learned ASL from the moment she failed her hearing test. In most families it's the complete opposite, causing significant language delays and isolation. It never fails to blow my mind how many people won't learn a language for their child, especially when they'd both be starting from the beginning. 

This student, Chelsea, I had worked with from her time in pre-k to 5th grade. It was great already having an established repertoire with a student and we easily fell back into our normal chatter, her filling me in on anything I missed for the few years I was back in Pre-K.

So how's this school? I ask, as she's been here 2 years already.

Not bad. Teachers are mostly ok. Too much homework though.

That's usually the case with high school. Any favorite classes?

I like acting class, but my favorite teacher is Mr. Ben. He teaches marine biology.  She gives me a look I can't discern at this.

Oh? 

Yeah you know, like about the whales you like and other ocean stuff. 

You're in marine bio 2 and you're calling it ocean stuff? Sounds like a great ocean stuff teacher.

She rolls her eyes at me. You know what I mean. Plus he's…

He's..what?

She smirks her mischievous smile that I know can only mean trouble. Nothing. Don't worry about it. 

Chelsea-

Oh look we're at math class.

Saved by the bell, indeed. 

After math was lunch, followed by marine biology. Since it was the first day, I decided to eat quickly and get to the next class a little early so I can start on my "who I am and where I and my student need to be placed" speel. Although he may not need it since Chelsea was in his class before. Still, you never know what a previous interpreter did. 

I knock softly on the door and male voice tells me to come in. I push the door open and see that the teacher has his back to me, bent over his desk grabbing something. His very broad back. 

"Uh hi. I'm the interpreter for your Deaf student for next period and I'm here to answer any questions-"

He turns around and I forget what I'm saying. Bright, brown eyes focus on mine, brown hair that looks so soft with greys starting to creep in, matching the patchy facial hair he has. His nose? Don't get me started on the thoughts I'm having about that nose. He's wearing a blue plaid shirt tucked into black pants, and a tie with tropical fish on it. 

A faint pink dusts his cheeks when he looks at me. "H-hi. I'm Ben Morales. The kids call me Mr. Ben." 

He holds out his hand and I shake it, willing my nerves to not come through it. God he's hot. I wonder if this is what Chelsea was talking about. In fact, I'm sure it is.

I launch into my speel, albeit a little faster than I normally would, but Ben just nods along and does whatever I ask of him. 

"Do you have any questions?" I ask.

"Um… not right now. You're a little different than the last interpreter." He coughs and takes a sip from his water bottle.

"Ah yeah we all do things a little different. Is there anything that worked well for the student and you that I can accommodate?"

He chokes on his water, coughing violently. I move quickly, thumping him on the back but his face keeps getting redder. 

"You-" He coughs "-want to go on-" He coughs more "- a date?"

It's my turn to have my cheeks heat up. "I- what? No I said accommodate… are you ok?"

He nods, muttering something like "Oh shit" under his breath as he turns away from me, his coughs dying down. But before we can talk more, the bell rings and students start moving about the halls. 

"Well let me know if there's anything I can do to date you, Mr. Ben. ACCOMMODATE! Accommodate you!"

Fuck. Me. 

A tap on my shoulder and I turn to see Chelsea, lips upturned in that mischievous smirk. 

I see you've met Mr. Ben.

I have. He's…nice.

Yeah, nice. Is that why your face is all sweaty and warm?

What? 

She laughs and takes her seat, eyes flicking between me and Mr. Ben as the bell rings and he starts his lecture. 

—----

I find myself making it to that class a few minutes before the bell rings just to have a moment to talk to him. When I can talk, that is. I've never met someone who makes me trip over my words as much as he does. But soon, we settle into a routine, after bonding over our mutual love of orca whales. A couple weeks in, I bought him a brightly colored tie with orcas swimming on it. The smile he had could be seen from space. 

Chelsea can't seem to wipe the smirk from her face whenever she sees us talking. 

He likes you. Chelsea signs, giving me a wink.

Focus on your test, Chelsea. 

It's hard to when you guys are up there yelling your love for each other. You should ask him out. 

This has nothing to do with your classwork. And this is highly inappropriate. 

She scoffs. You've known me forever. 

Yes but you're not an adult. 

I'll be 16 soon. And I'm not an idiot. Everyone knows you guys like each other. 

What do you mean "everyone"?

She gestures around the room. Everyone. It's in the fancams too.

The..what? 

F-A-N-C-A-M-S. She repeats the sign. 

Thanks but I have no clue what that is. 

She laughs and Mr. Ben walks over. 

"Everything ok? Any questions?" He's talking directly to Chelsea and not addressing me, which is exactly what I told him to do on day one.

"No, I'm good Mr. Ben. I was just telling my interpreter about fancams." I voice for her, trying to keep my cool.

His face goes blank. "The what?"

She laughs. "You don't know?"

Before he can answer the bell rings and we head off to next period. 

At the end of the day, Chelsea takes my phone and pulls up one of these fancams and wow. It's basically a Mashup of hidden video and photos taken of Mr. Ben that have been heavily edited and music added, making him look hot. How is this appro-

Oh shit I'm in this one. Apparently Chelsea is not the only one to try and push us together. 

Shit. 

The next day, I make it to his class early as usual. He walks from around his desk to lean sit in front of it.

"Hey Mr. Ben."

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Ben?"

I smile. "Sorry. Habit."

"Hey…so what was that fancam business from yesterday?"

Oh. 

"I uh.."

"Please tell me. These kids all talk about them and I have no clue what they are."

"I don't-"

"Please?"

Oh God his eyes are all big and brown and just like a damn puppy. 

I sigh, shaking my head when I realize that was audible and I'm staring too long into his eyes. I could get lost in those eyes. 

I pull my phone out and walk over to him, leaning my butt against the desk next to him. 

"Ok, so please remember that I was shown these and am in no way affiliated with the creation of the fancams."

He chuckles, leaning in closer to me. He smells good, like fresh parchment and aftershave. 

"Are you ok?" He asks me.

"What? Oh yeah. Uh the fan cams."

I scroll through and pull one up, handing him my phone as it plays. His face becomes redder as it plays on. 

"I uh..who…who made these?"

"I'm not sure. Chelsea said a bunch of the students did-"

"There's more than one??"

"Y-yeah. Look." I swipe through a few more until it settles on the one that puts us together. I try to swipe past it but he catches sight of it before I can.

"What was that one?"

"Oh nothing. It's nothing."

"But it had my face-"

"Just another fancam."

"And yours."

"Kids these days. They will make any-anything."

"I can't see it?"

"Uh nah you don't want to-"

"Oh I think I need to see it."

He's not pressuring me at all, more like flirting, but…that's not possible. There's no way he holds the same crush for me as I do for him, right? 

My boldness coming from some tucked away insanity, I reach over and swipe the video back up, letting him watch it in its entirety. 

"The kids…want us to go on a date?"

"Apparently so. C-crazy, right?" I swallow hard, hoping he can't hear the way my heart is pounding though my chest, his scent filling my head and making it very hard to focus. 

"I don't think it's crazy."

RIIIIING!

That fucking bell ruins everything. 

At the staff meeting the next morning, they ask for chaperones to the homecoming dance. Teachers groan but a few hands automatically go up, volunteering their evening. I raise mine too, Chelsea already telling me she had been asked to go by the person she'd been crushing on since last school year. They had spent the entire summer learning as much ASL as they could in order to talk to her, which was too touching for words and I know it meant the world to Chelsea. I won't have to follow her around but I'll be there in case of emergencies. 

To my surprise, Ben raises his hand shortly after watching me raise mine. The admin takes down names and the meeting concludes, Ben catching up with me as I start to head out to homeroom. 

"You're volunteering too?" He asks. 

"Yeah. Chelsea is already going and while she doesn't necessarily need me, she asked me to come in case she does. I think she's nervous."

"That kid learned asl for her, right?"

I nod. "Yeah. She's super excited although she'll deny it."

"Sounds like her." 

"Mmmhmm."

We walk together for a hall or two. 

"I gotta go this way to homeroom."

"Oh. Right. Um, see you soon?"

"Yup. See you!"

—----

When I make it to his class at my usual time, I can see he's nervous about something, his eyes extra wide and small beads of sweat accumulating at his hairline. 

"HI, Ben."

"H-hi."

Silence as I unpack, but then he's standing near me and all I smell is him. 

"Can I ask you something?" He asks.

"Yeah of course."

"I…uh did.. um… would you-"

A student pops their head in, asking for clarification on the homework and he shakes his head, turning to help them.

—----

Homecoming arrives and I pick out a simple dress to wear. Not quite prom dress but definitely nicer than school attire. I head into the dance and get my assigned area and head there, milling about as people and students start to file in. Music blares as the dance starts andI  feel a tap on my shoulder. Turning, Ben is standing there, a navy built suit, dark button up shirt and - the whale tie I had given him shortly after we met. His mouth is agape as he takes me in. 

"You…you look…"

"Is that the tie I got you?

He picks up the end and looks at it. "Yeah. I thought it would go good with my outfit."

"Brings out your eyes."

"What?'

"What?"

Just then the music stops and switches to a slow dance, the DJ insisting that teachers should join in on this flashback. "True" by Spandau Ballet starts to play and a few staff members laugh and pull each other to the dance floor. 

"D-doyouwanttodance?" Ben speaks so quickly that I can't understand him.

"What?"

He sighs, gathering up…courage?

"Do you want to dance?"

Oh.

"With…you?"

"Yes. But you don't have to if you don't want to-"

"No! I want to!" Shit, was that too enthusiastic? 

He smiles, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants before offering me his hand. I take it, the warmth from his hand spreading into mine. He guides me to the dance floor and spins me to him, his hand hesitating over my hip. Gently, I place my hand over his and guide it to my hip, encouraging him to grip me with his fingers. 

His eyes find mine as he leads, neither of us saying anything, just staring into each other's eyes. My stomach is in my chest and I swear he can feel my heart pumping out of my chest. He's wearing cologne tonight, but underneath it I can smell that familiar smell of him that makes me forget words. A minute passes before he leans in and speaks in my ear. 

"You know we're going to be in another fancam because of this, right?"

I laugh. "You're probably right. But it's worth it."

He pulls back and looks at me again, his brown eyes sparkling as he stares deep into my eyes. The song ends but Ben doesn't drop my hand or my hip. 

"Will you come with me for a second?" He asks. 

"Of course."

Removing his hand from my hip, he winds his fingers through mine and pulls me through the crowd of students and out of the side door, turning down the hallway and moving away from the cafeteria doors. 

"Ben, what-"

He spins me around and pulls me tight to his body. His eyes flicker between mine and I can feel the nervous tension bubble between us threatening to pop. 

And then it does. 

His hands come up and cup my face, bringing his lips to mine as he places the softest kiss to my lips. He pulls back and I follow him, unwilling to let him go. 

"Was that ok? I should have asked before-"

I grip the tie around his neck and pull him to me, deepening the kiss. His lips are warm and inviting, better than anything I could imagine. His hands are gentle, one sliding around to the back of my head and the other settling on my hip, pulling me in closer. A slight moan from him goes straight through me and I can feel myself getting warm. 

The doors bang open and we fly apart, laughing nervously when the students that had come through the doors disappear down the hall to the bathroom without even spotting us. 

"Dinner?"

"Are you asking me on a date, Ben?"

He pushes his body back against mine, having felt my tug on his belt. 

"I am." His voice is somehow deeper and it goes straight between my thighs. 

"I'd love to."

He kisses me again and starts to put away, but I grip his tie tighter and pull him back down. His eyebrows scrunch together in a question. 

"Let's go check if your classroom is empty."

The question drops, lips hitching up in a knowing smile as he slides his fingers between mine, pulling me down the hall to his room. 

—----

What the Hell Are Fancams? Part 2>>

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Billy Hargrove. heart throb of Hawkins Indiana, he could have any girl he ever wanted. Im not going to sit here and lie and say I don't have feelings for him, he's treated me nicely but that doesn't mean he wants me? I don't look like the other girls in Hawkins, I know beauty is not my lack but the way I'm treated it feels like that.

im not popular so the day billy came up to me during the last semester of junior year was a big shock to me 

sitting in French class listening to mrs Roberts give us our last graded assignment before the school year ends I can hear billy and Sarah talk about their plans for the weekend.

Sarah she is by far one of the most stunning girls in Hawkins, basically a Bridget Bardot reincarnate, gorgeous pale skin, honey blonde hair. what wouldn't you love about her? 

getting out of my thoughts by the bell ringing I grab my stuff and go start walking to my locker to get my books for my next class. 

billy Hargrove

I needed to get my grades up in French class because there's most likely nothing more embarrassing than having to repeat a class

so what's better than having the pretty smart girl tutor me?

her

feeling the presence of somebody next to me I look over and see billy next to me 

"hi?" I ask

"y/n right?" he asks with a smirk

"yeah! did you need something?" 

"so I was wondering if you could help me with this grade for French class because the last thing I need is to repeat junior year" he asks

"oh yeah of course, what do you have in mind?" I ask 

"your house, say 7 a'clock?"

"yeah, sounds great! here's my address." I say giving him a piece a paper 

days pass and study session after study session pass. but also meet ups where we didn't necessarily study 

"bi-billy if we don't finish these flash card you're gonna fail" I say against his lips while I'm in his lap 

"just five more minutes 

...

a few days had passed and I would say we had something going on, we had made a few appearances at parties and I wanna say things were going well.

until he passed his test 

he stopped showing up to my house  he stopped talking to me and every time I tried to make conversation with him we would give me short answers and walk to carol and Tommy but then I see him with Sarah at school basically all hours of the day

I would say me and her were aqaintenced. we would stay hi to each other in the halls she would smile to everyone she passed, she was the sweetest thing on this side of hell  but I soon stopped talking to her  once she started being around billy and she didn't seem to mind 

did I ever tell you I'm not doing well?

the more he was with her the more I became obsessed with her I loathed her.

on the outside it would seem like I was in love with her. its like a girl crush in a different font.

every time she would compliment me it was like bullets on skin, that's how much it impacted me, being complimented by the most gorgeous girl in school. 

I kept going to parties until I didn't. the one time I didn't go to a party  I didn't expect much to happen because nothing ever does. it was the week before school ended and the Monday after the party.

the moment I walked into school all eyes were on me. walking the halls confused I feel my best friend robin pull me to the side and pull me into a hug 

"what's going on why is everyone staring at me?" I laugh confused 

"billy and Sarah were seen together all night at the party and they left together" she says really fast 

eyes watering I put a smile on 

"why would I care we were never together anyway" I laugh walking away 

making my way to French class I go to the back of the class putting my head down the class starts to fill up 

picking my head up I see Sarah is in front of me. staring at the back of her head she has a ribbon in her hair. I try to hate her I really try but I can't. it's like she's made out of angel dust.

she turns around to face me and gives me a soft smile like she feels sorry for me

its like she's out to get me.

I hate her I hate her I hate her 

but I don't. I hate my rotten mind for how much I worship her. 

billy comes in 5 minutes late and sits down next to Sarah 

I write in my journal deciding not to give him any more of my attention 

I feel his eyes on me but I can't bring my self to look up at him 

I begin writing what I feel to be a poem but I have the melody that I can't get out of my head 

lacy, oh lacy, skin like puff pastry 

tears fall on my paper and  thank god the bell rings because I couldn't stand to be around him anymore 

bolting out of the class room I hear my name being called by an all to familiar voice but my feet can't stop moving and I exit the school 

hearing footsteps behind me I turn around to see billy behind me with a saddened look on his face 

"y/n." he says in a hushed voice 

uncontrollable tears make their way out of my eyes 

"I'm sorry I can't" i say

"but I understand why you chose her, how could you not?" I whisper with a saddened smile 

I walk away before he could say anything else and I leave for the day 

night time rolls around and I get a call

picking up the phone its a call from the principle saying I don't have to return to school and I can start my summer break because I finished all my last tests early 

me and robin end up spending summer break in California with her friends Nancy and Steve along with Nancys brother and his friends the first week we are there we spend almost all the time at Venice beach 

"this is by far the best ice cream I ever had" mikes friend dustin randomly blurts out

"hey!" Steve says offended as he used to work at an ice cream shop

"what! its true" dustin gets cut off by a very familiar woman coming up to us 

"hello I know this seems very strange but would it be okay if I talked to you for a minute?" she says looking at me 

"oh! um sure " I reply standing up from the beach towel following her to the sidewalk 

"im sarah doukas with the storm modeling agency and me and my assistant saw you and couldn't take our eyes off you, you have a one of a kind look that we haven't seen for years, we can't even remember how long we have been trying to find someone with your beauty. would you like to make a contract with us for our new Chanel campaign?"

(I know that's not how it works shhh😭)

that's the first time I have heard the name Sarah and didn't want to break down

"oh my god! I absolutely love your work I knew I recognized you from somewhere, holy shit um yes I would love to!" I reply 

"great, here's our card and fittings are next week, just call the number and we will give you all the info" she smiles walking away 

shocked I quickly walk back to the group immediately pulling robin into a hug telling her what just happened 

"wait you got scouted by THE Sarah doukas??????" her and Nancy yell 

"who's that?" Steve asks oblivious to what's going on

weeks pass and so does the best day of my life. this is the first time I don't feel like I'm being drowned by Sarah and her looks I finally feel like I'm my own person 

after the photoshoot I somehow make friends with THE Naomi Campbell we exchange numbers and Chanel gives me basically a full wardrobe of clothes from them for free and they tell me my pay for the photoshoot which let me tell you was way more than I would have ever made working at the diner for a year 

but all good things come to an end and we have to go back to Hawkins to begin  the school year but the magazine comes out 2 weeks after school starts and I'm hoping people will finally look at me different but also I'm hoping they see me different now that I changed, I cut my hair just above my shoulders and I no longer have old out dated clothes.

I feel like I have grown as a person these past 3 months. Sarah no longer consumes my thoughts and neither does billy. I don't feel like throwing up every time I hear about them. I have come to peace about it 

I no longer feel like she's out to get me

for once I am actually excited to start the school year 

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[dramioneasks]

I have been in an absolute reading slump since finishing Entanglement by blankfish. I have reread it now 5 times even though it was never finished and just can’t quite find anything that I can read that will interest me like that story. I love the “forced love” aspect of their relationship having to be married and hating each other but their tumultuous relationship just sucked me in the whole dang time and I really need a good story like this one again

Any suggestions? The “hate sex” in this story was also *chefs kiss*

The Bounty by gracediamondsfear - E, 3 chapters - The war has been raging on for years. Draco is on the run and hiding out in Monte Carlo and Hermione is an Order bounty hunter sent to retrieve him from a Wizard Strip Club. Now they’re stuck together in a hotel room for a few hours and have to do their best to keep from driving each other crazy.Just another trope filled excuse for smut.

Only You - treasurethelittlethings - E, 17 chapters - A Dramione Only Fans AUDraco Malfoy and Hermione Granger are both ‘For Your Pleasure’ content creators on a social media app for the adult entertainment industry.When Hermione loses her orgasm, she goes to Draco for help. But will he accept? And if he does, will their respective feelings get in the way of everything they’ve ever known?

I Still F*cking Hate You by Ada_P_Rix - E, one-shot - “Get in the room, Granger.” Malfoy’s voice had dropped an octave. He was clearly at war with himself just as she was, but he at least appeared to be coping with the new reality of their situation better than her. “I have no intentions of stepping foot inside your room.” Her voice trembled just a little too much for Malfoy to think that she was actually telling the truth. He shook his head, a small, smile playing on his lips. “Your mouth says one thing love, but your eyes tell me something quite different.” His thumb grazed over her knuckles in the ghost of a touch. Fuck. She sighed, looking down. “You know nothing.” She was tapping her foot again. An anxiety thing. She could not let him win. She could not let him win. “Look at me, Granger.” His voice suddenly became demanding and dear god, she listened. Her need to people please and seek praise had reared its ugly head in the most inappropriate of ways. She looked up. Wished she hadn’t. “Get in the room, Granger,” His arm swing the door open a little more, his eyes never leaving hers as he waited for her. “Now.” OR: Hermione and Draco are Head Bridesmaid and Best Man for Luna and Theo.

Both of us by Storie_lover - E, 13 chapters - A few years after the war Ministry installs the Marriage Law to unite the society and bolster the decreasing numbers of birth rate, dropping lowest in the last two hundred years. Matching pairs are approved by Ministry on the basis of surveyance and magical core compatibility. Law demands to procreate within first two years of marriage. However allows to divorce in case of vindicated infidelity....

Clever Witch by Witchy_Writer3 - M, 40 chapters - The war has been going on for 8 years, the Order and the Death Eaters are stalemated. The turning point? Malfoy returning after years of studying dark magic abroad. The Order will fail unless he can be neutralized. Many try and all of them die. Malfoy is untouchable. When Hermione Granger is caught in one of his raids, Malfoy sees it as his crowning achievement. He forgot the fact that she bested him in class every year at Hogwarts and was named ‘brightest witch of her age' for a reason. 8 years of war has made Hermione even more clever and secretive... She has many new tricks up her sleeve. Nothing can go wrong… Right? Draco and Bellatrix were not on the Malfoy estate when the golden trio were brought there by the snatchers. As a result, Bellatrix never tortured Hermione over the sword of Gryffindor, the trio never figured out the location of the two founder horcruxes and the battle of Hogwarts never took place.

Is There A Line Between Love And Hate? by snickerdoodle - E, 52 chapters - Drunken nights lead to foreign behaviors, but they have the ability to leave behind unresolved emotions. Draco and Hermione find themselves in an irreversible situation. After all, once is a mistake, twice is a decision.

-Lisa

#anonymous #smut #hate sex #similar fics

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so i saw you have headcanons on ur page, so i prompt you for more, unload all ur cattonquick headcanons can be nsft go wild mate

sorry it took me so long but here are almost 2k words of my cattonquick headcanons

Felix

dyslexia/adhd combo. has no idea until like late 20s/early 30s. gets medicated, and it changes his entire life (he even gets some kind of rich boy job)

but during oxford he's just struggling and insufferable. Oliver has to do some of his assignments for him (not often. usually when Felix forgets about them entirely and doesn't find someone to pay for doing them)

had chlamydia. do I really need to explain this one? boy fucks around a lot

wants to get his nipples pierced

likes horror stories and spooky urban legends and stuff but also gets scared shitless by them

he was around 10 when his dog died. was literally heartbroken, didn't eat for like a weak. swore to never have a pet again

once during boarding school procrastinated all of his works for the last moment drank five redbulls was awake for 43 hours to finish everything and went to two finals. slept for two days straight woke up with no memory of doing any of this and didn't have a caffeinated drink again for a couple of years (he still barely passed if you care)

has super boring stories about drunk nights out (because he's rich and popular, so there's always something looking after him). but he thinks they are crazy

turns into crazy people pleaser if you as much as hint that you don't like him

​Oliver

autistic

thinks he's great at masking (he does know it's masking because he's also not diagnosed but he's highly aware that he performs different versions of himself for people and believes it's him being an evil genius or something)

is actually shit at masking. he can put his shit together and act a certain way for some time (like he did with other Cattons). but most of the time he's a little freak type of guy, and everyone notices

he also won’t talk to anyone unless he absolutely needs to (he almost failed a class because he needed to do a group project but didn’t like the group he was assigned to, so he tried to email “sorry to miss our group meeting but here’s my part of the work” his way out of talking to any them)

since they spend almost all the time together, Felix knows him in his closest to not masking state

I think his dad does have drinking problems, but he's more like a functional alcoholic so no one cares

likes reading long books. like 600+ pages long. they provide him with a sense of stability

I know he doesn't look like it, but he did have friends at school. mostly children of his parent's friends or people from his classes. he doesn't keep in touch with any of them, and it's his decision (he misses them sometimes, but it's more like he misses the idea of having friends than actual people)

started using contact lenses because Felix would always mention how he likes the color of his eyes

really picky about food and would rather starve than eat something he doesn't like. skips meals at oxford all the time if eggs at the dining hall are cooked in the wrong way or something like this

tries to quit smoking at some point later in life but decides it's not worth it with all the passive smoking from living with Felix

talks in his sleep. not much and not often, but still

becomes a writer and write really fucked up stories with dark academia vibes (partially because he turned into a fucking gremlin when he discovered academic validation and never let it go + partially as a love letter to Felix, his uni sweetheart who, let's be honest, kinda peaked at uni)

gets close with his second sister when she grows older (she and the youngest one have a similar age difference to Oliver and the oldest sisters, and their parents treated them similarly. so they bond over being ignored and forced into taking care of their younger siblings) parents treated them similarly. so they bond over being ignored and forced into taking care of their younger siblings)

cattonquick

Felix is one year older than most people in his class. because he took a gap year after school to "experience life" (get drunk in nine different European countries) and "get to know himself" (receive a couple of mediocre hand-jobs from other rich boys and make some conclusions about his sexuality). he would've been one year Oliver's senior but when Oliver was five he had severe pneumonia and was too weak to start school (like a fucking victorian child). so he started a year later and they are the same age

they do awful couple Halloween costumes (there are also people dressing as them for Halloween as couple costumes, that’s how annoying they are)

they are "facebook official" if you care (it was a big deal for possessive mentally unstable people back then, trust me, my favorite movie is the social network)

Felix has insane separation anxiety (like those dogs on tiktok that grew up during covid with their owners always around)

he would sit in Oliver's laps at parties, play with Oliver's clothes or hair while he's doing his work, ask Oliver to join him in the shower because I need to wash my hair so it's gonna be a long shower and I'll miss you and then you'll go to the shower and I'll miss you even more

but once in a while he gets angry because he feels "too needy" so he ignores Oliver for the whole day or asks him to leave if they are together

then (you guessed it) he starts missing Oliver

at first, Oliver was freaking out every time this happened, but over time he figured out to just give Felix some time and come back later. it still hurts him though that Felix believes he can just send him away whenever he's tired of him

after days like this Felix does everything to show that he loves Oliver and wants him around. he cuddles him more, takes him to a bar or to one of their special places, buys him something (he keeps track of everything Oliver mentions he likes by texting Farleigh. Farleigh fucking hates it)

but still the best way to show Oliver that he won't suddenly get bored of him once and for all one day is to stop doing shit like this. and Felix fails to do it. so they pretend it never happened until it happens again

Oliver always pulls Felix for a kiss by the collar or by his hair. he never st­ands on his toes

they did acid toge­ther once. Felix was sure Oliver would love it but Oliver had an awful trip full of maze imagery and never tried psyched­elics again

for their first va­cation together, they go to France (mostly because Felix does­n't really care for traveling, and he kno­ws that Paris is the city of love or wha­tever). there're huge protests the second day they arrived. so they only go to Louvre and spend the whole two weeks in their hotel room

after Oliver and Felix date for a while and it's clear that Oliver isn't going anywhere Oliver and Farleigh start to develop some love/hate friendship. they mostly hang out toget­her, talk shit about everyone (including each other), and di­scuss poetry

Felix is insanely jealous. Farleigh is offended Felix thou­ght he would be into Oliver. Oliver finds it hilarious (he doesn't think it's hot because he already knows how possessive Felix is, which is hot, but this makes Felix nervous so Oliv­er isn't into it)

Oliver bites. not only during sex but in general. they can sit holding hands and talk and he will just bite Felix's ha­nd and continue talk­ing like nothing hap­pened. because Felix is a little spoon, he will often wake up from Oliver biting into the back of his neck and have a mark for the entire day. Felix gets used to it surprisingly eas­ily (and by gets used to it I mean he finds it unearthly hot, to­uches marks that Oli­ver leaves on him all the time and serio­usly thinks about ge­tting a tattoo of Ol­iver’s bite marks)

and yes he does call Oliver a vampire

Oliver has a couple of slightly worn t-shirts three sizes bigger for Felix to borrow (when they st­art living together a couple slowly turns into a whole drawe­r)

they never really lived in saltburn to­gether. but they went here for summer

when they start li­ving together (right after oxford they move into a two-story apartment) Oliver insists they both sho­uld have an office as some personal spac­e, mostly because he needs to get his wo­rk done. Oliver’s of­fice is very old-fas­hioned, with dark wo­oden furniture and tall bookshelves. he also gets a reproduc­tion of the Saltburn maze game. Felix do­esn’t know what to put in his office bec­ause he doesn’t need a fucking office. his only idea is to commission a portrait of Oliver, so for a couple of years (until he gets medicated and finds a rich boy job) his office has blank wall­s, a portrait of his boyfriend with a de­sk and a single chair across from it and nothing else. he en­ds up spending most of the time Oliver works on the couch at Oliver’s office any­way

Oliver has a lock of Felix's hair in a locket. very 18th century gothic poet style (Felix knows ab­out it btw. it was an anniversary gift)

Felix introduces Oliver as boyfriend, then fiancé, and then husband. Oliver al­ways introduces Felix as his life partner

they get married after six years toget­her

Felix is the one to propose (he waited for Oliver to do it, but Farleigh once told Oliver that he would look like a des­perate social climber if he proposes and Oliver internalized it immediately)

Oliver writes Felix love letters even after they’ve been together for years. full of admiration for small daily things Felix does, about how godly is even the way Felix brush his teeth; about small nice things that hap­pened to him because there’s no one in the world he would ra­ther share it with (much like Nabokov’s Letters to Vera)

Oliver doesn't bel­ieve in soulmates, and Felix claims to be personally victimiz­ed by it. but Oliver just loves to see it as a result of hard work they put into it. he doesn't think they were simply destined to be togeth­er, he believes it's years and years of them choosing to be together, choosing each other when there were so many easier options

as for nsfw

I don't think they have sex with penet­ration often

like Felix has oral fixation, and Oliver just prefers doing things with his han­ds or mouth

Felix is really vo­yeuristic and huge part of their sex life is just Felix putt­ing up a show for Ol­iver and Oliver watc­hing

Felix likes to do cookwarming (oral fi­xation + it grounds him and his adhd bra­in)

Oliver is really a service dom whatever Felix wants Oliver will find a way to do it

but his personal favorite is rimming Felix until he's all wet and finish him by sucking him off and fingerings him at the same time

#cattonquick #felix catton #oliver quick #saltburn #english is not my first language #I really treat this movie like a cute little romance

[inside-black-moon]

Today is a special day for me.  Before this, I had never “celebrated,” so to speak, this day.

So, if anyone doesn’t know, today is World Autism Day and its main goal is to educate the public.

Speaking specifically about me, I received my official diagnosis last year.  To be honest, this allowed me to breathe a sigh of relief.  My difference from neurotypical people was finally scientifically explained and it helped me accept myself.

Do you know what my life was like?  It was like I was a duck in a pack of wolves.  I sincerely believed that I was also a wolf and refused to face the truth.  But other wolves, for the most part, convinced me that I was a wolf, without focusing on the fact that I had no fangs or fur.  And ducks don’t know how to howl like a wolf.  What was most difficult about this was that the wolves expected and demanded from the duck the behavior and lifestyle of a wolf.  A duck cannot hunt deer, a duck cannot run as fast as a wolf.  And instead of howling at the moon, I'd rather sleep, I swear.

I tried in vain for many years to be like everyone else.  But my body and psyche began to fail.  The critical point was just that year, a few days before visiting the psychiatrist.  And from that moment I had to start rebuilding my whole life.

The first thing I needed to do was accept the fact that I would never become a wolf.  Yes, I can coexist with people in society, but not in the same way as most people.  There will always be some invisible barrier due to the purely biological aspects of the brain.

Despite this barrier, I had very long-term close friendships with people - with one friend we were friends for 12 years, with another - 4. It was like a discussion club, an eternal search for something new, studying, self-education and mutual support in this.

The second important aspect for me was to explain to people close to me that I, in principle, am not able to do certain things due to the way my brain works.  For example, most autistics have very poor vestibular function (this also manifests itself in clumsiness) and in my case I am very unfriendly with stairs and transport.  But nevertheless, throughout my childhood I was forcibly forced to travel in public transport.  What’s funny is that I lost consciousness, I felt sick, I fell, but my parents and I went to the doctors to find out what was wrong with me.  And for many years of such trips, not a single doctor could diagnose me.  Now only 1 person understands me and is tolerant of my characteristics.  I didn’t announce the diagnosis to my relatives because I know them and I know their reaction.  This will again be a situation where the wolves will force the duck to hunt the deer.

Fact - culture, level of awareness and tolerance greatly influence the acceptance or non-acceptance of autism by others.  Sometimes it really makes sense not to tell some people about it because you might get rejected.

In my homeland there are big problems with this - culture and ignorance destroy even the hope that a person with autism can be part of society.  The culture of “disdain for those who are different” and autistic people are equated with the disabled, the lower class, the scum, the biological trash.

They bully us, humiliate us, avoid us, wave their hand - “he/she is sick”, some believe that it is contagious, some believe that autistic people are doomed to live a short life, the majority are convinced that people with autism should (!) be permanently in psychiatric hospitals  basis away from normal people.

This whole outcast attitude is depressing.  Yes, there is a certain percentage of autistic people who cannot withstand such pressure and die - either on their own or due to diseases caused by overload of the nervous system.  But there are also those who find the strength to swim against the tide and become outstanding people - media, famous, geniuses in their field.

Third - acceptance and study of yourself.  At some point you come to the realization that you are not like everyone else, you do not fit into the general picture of society, the world, the universe.  It’s as if you live on planet Earth, but at the same time you feel like you live on some other planet.  Even the atmosphere is different, even the laws of physics.  Everything is different, everything is not the same.  Understanding this in time, before you run out of strength in stupid attempts to be like everyone else, is a great success.  Time is our main enemy.  I really spent most of my life living incorrectly; doctors of different specialties and ranks were looking for the reason for my “difference”.  But all this was to no avail, because they were looking for the wrong thing.  For most of my life I tried to play by rules that I didn’t understand and tried to somehow rationally explain to myself.  How to be friends, how to communicate, how to live.  But one fine day I heard a very good phrase - you think rationally, and they think emotionally.  At that moment I was in a stupor - how is this “emotionally”?

This is one of the main and very controversial problems for autistic people - emotions.  I think many people imagine a stereotypical autistic person who does not speak, sways from side to side and looks at one point.  Yes, the spectrum of autism is very wide and such people also exist (more on this later), but believe me, even such autistic people have emotions, feelings and are even capable of love.  But not like neurotypical people.

And now I will tell you about the magic of autistic emotions.  Ooh, guys, believe me, you won’t find this in books about autism.

It’s as if our nervous system is not under the skin, but on the skin.  We love not with our hearts, but with our minds.  We love not through emotions, but through awareness.  The best gift for an autistic person is something that will give him a pleasant tactile or visual sensation.  Way back when I was in school, when I had a scientifically minded friend, we discussed the theory of the development of the mind.  At that time, I was a volunteer and was developing the first “scripts” for the AI, according to which it would further train itself.  My friend was working in parallel on another project, at a higher stage - he created learning algorithms for AI.

And we had an argument.  My theory was about associative thinking.  For example, if as a child you liked yellow color and free-flowing consistency, then there is a high probability that as you grow older you will like yellow rice, sand, and yellow beads.  And this affects your overall lifestyle, hobbies and even food preferences.  And the greater the variability of “favorite things,” the greater the variability of the “end point.”  Following this concept, I trained AI.

Now I can say with more confidence that this theory fits perfectly into the mind of an autistic person.  Many parents of autistic children complain of an unpredictable reaction to something - it seems like an ordinary sunny day, but the child screams endlessly and cannot explain what is wrong.  And it turns out that a certain brightness of light irritates him.  Therefore, this child does not need to be taken to the cinema, where there will be the same bright light.  Often, even speaking autistic people cannot understand what causes sensory overload just because the world moves at a breakneck pace.  We just don’t have time to understand what suddenly unsettled us.

I don't like bright light, by the way.  And that’s why I became a big fan of various lamps, garlands, and fixtures.

The system of associative thinking is precisely the key to the emotions of an autistic person.  For example, if your gift fits into the associative system of pleasant things for an autistic person, then it will be the best gift in his life.  In turn, don’t be surprised at how accurately he gets the gift for you right.  He will not only guess what exactly you want, but will also know what color and texture are ideal for your preferences.  Because an autistic person cannot do otherwise - he does not know how to do otherwise.

Also in love relationships, family relationships.  Any.  If an autistic person finds common ground with someone, if that person intersects with this internal network of “nice things,” then these will be the most sincere, open, honest and considerate partners.  Autistic people are not capable of behind-the-scenes games and intrigues - this is too difficult for an already overloaded brain.  We see no point in lying, deceiving, saying one thing and doing another.  But we expect the same attitude in return.  And we are sincerely perplexed that it could be otherwise - that a partner or friend could lie (why?), be a hypocrite (why?), use it for selfish purposes (why?).  And this greatly affects our psyche.  We are naive and gullible.  We are open and absolutely do not understand hints/sarcasm/innuendos/intrigues/conspiracies.

In a work group, autistic people work the most - they don’t waste time on intrigue, talking about the weather or the past weekend.  But at the same time, they may be considered outcasts (because they avoid general conversations) or upstarts (you work harder than everyone else = please your bosses = you put yourself above everyone else = an arrogant egoist).  Therefore, the ideal job for an autistic person is not in a large team, or completely without contact with people.

But unfortunately, the autism spectrum can be quite...severe, let's put it that way.  I'm talking about those boys and girls who don't even live to be 20 years old.  I'm talking about those young people who barely made it to 30 and, due to the lack of a guardian, ended up in psychiatric hospitals and their lives were reduced to 4 walls, belts on their arms and legs, and tranquilizers.  And I'm talking about those who have lived to an old age, are left alone and create very serious and dangerous problems for those around them.

But society in my homeland equates all autists with one red line - these are sick people, these are dangerous people.  Moreover, due to a backward healthcare system, autism diagnosed at an early age is reclassified as schizophrenia upon reaching adulthood.  And autism is being treated as schizophrenia.  This is a terrible mistake.

Throughout my life I have met several autistic people of varying degrees:

- One guy, he studied with me in the same class at school.  We all thought he was normal, but also a little strange.  He spoke exclusively in lines from his favorite films and at the same time perfectly imitated the voices of the actors who spoke these phrases in the original.  This is how he communicated with other guys.  Teachers rarely bothered him.  What’s interesting is that he voluntarily chose a literature exam (one of the most difficult) as his last exam at school.  He was the only one from the entire school who chose literature.  He really had some crazy talent for writing and analyzing literature, even though he literally never spoke his thoughts in his own voice.  On paper, everything was completely different.

- Another guy who went to school, but was separated from all classes.  Sometimes our class crossed paths with him in the same office.  He always sat somewhere in the back and everyone tried not to be distracted by him.  But it was difficult - he could laugh, shout numbers, throw things.  God bless the teachers who tried to teach him at least some minimal knowledge.  He was over 20 years old at that time.  After school his mother always picked him up and they walked leisurely around the city.  I often met them together.

- The worst case... I confess - despite the fact that for personal reasons I have not communicated with this person for more than a year, I still worry about the life of his child with the most severe form of autism.  I understand that this is not my child, not my responsibility, but... it’s difficult to explain.

There is a type of autism in which the instinct of self-preservation is completely absent and there is no speech.  There are very few such children all over the world.  They are unable to take care of themselves, they are hyperactive.  They may not sleep for several days.  But at the same time, parents/guardians should not sleep either, because such children require constant supervision due to the high risk to the child’s health.  These children are monstrously strong physically.  They can literally start beating themselves until they bleed and suffer a concussion due to sensory overload or any other discomfort.  This could be anything - from a chafing tag on the inside of clothing to a vase standing “wrong” in the hallway.  But they cannot say this because they are not able to speak.  They see hallucinations, which can also frighten them.  In some cases, with age (puberty), they develop epilepsy and most often this is the reason for the end of their lives.  My mother talked about a similar family, where there was only a mother and daughter.  Daughter with this form of autism.  And the mother looks like a zombie - after all, she needs to somehow support her family and look after her daughter.  It's terribly difficult.  I've read stories of similar families.  Most often, parents are afraid to inform others about this situation.  This is both shame and fear... fear that people will turn away, that there will be very tactless questions and unsolicited advice.  Believe me, in such a situation, to receive advice “can you get rid of this child?”  It just blows your mind.  Parents of such autistic people are in unbearable and hopeless conditions.  The only thing that can save is outside help.  Even a simple trip to the store to buy food for such a family a few days in advance will save them and make their life much easier.

But I really ask, if you know or suspect that there is a similar family in your environment - do not give advice, tactless questions, do not say “can I help with anything?”, but say “I can help. I can buy you food,  fix something, do something, call and arrange for repairs, pay for something."  This way you can save someone's family.

In conclusion, I would like to say that despite the diagnosis and the accompanying unusual features, all this did not prevent me from building a career, starting a family and communicating with people.  Even write a book on learning to draw and an autobiographical novel hidden in a futuristic thriller-melodrama.  All this did not prevent me from achieving certain heights in various types of activities - from drawing and journalism to photography and modding.  This will sound strange, but I can enthusiastically work in the 010 editor (which I learned to use on my own) and with no less enthusiasm search for quartz stones on the beach to replenish my collection.

Warframe became a home environment for my high-functioning autism from the first minutes of the game. The alternation of completely different types of activities in the game helps to organize the endless stream of thoughts in my head, and team play allows me to be part of society and feel the absence of an invisible barrier between me and neurotypical people. This is a place where they won’t say “go away, you’re ruining everything” or “you’re not like everyone else, that means you’re worse.” My gift for incredibly fast reaction and analysis of the current situation allows me to be both in the support team and as an attacker. This is the type of player who saves everyone, including all companions, while killing a crowd of enemies and asks with burning enthusiasm - one more round? Yes? Yes? Yes?

Autism is a huge iceberg, which is 80% hidden underwater from the eyes of others.  And if you have a bathyscaphe “desire for knowledge,” then a completely new world may open up before you.

I'm Irene Wolf, thank you for your attention.

#autistic adult #autism #warframe #warframe captura #warframe drifter #warframe excalibur

[your-dads-top]

I'm in a weird space right now

I've been thinking a lot about dropping out of teacher's college/my B.Ed program. I'm not happy with my fellow teacher candidates in my stream after an A.I. plagiarism incident (that my group members pulled for an assignment). If I was doing this when I was 22, maybe I would feel different and more energized, but at 30 I cannot handle these Zoomers and the way they want to cut corners. I hate the fact that my faculty liaison for any issues related to being gay and going into education as a field is an enby-identified lesbian and that the group there hates any sort of "negative" talk. As a gay man, I have valid concerns about what my place is going to be and how to navigate it. I can't relate to women in education, because they don't deal with the same risks.

I'm also not happy with the placements I've had. The first one was at a high school where both my associate teacher and her department head made an underhandedly homophobic comment about another teacher in the board. They were talking about a comment he made to the department head about how he would trust her to sub in his class (he's Franco-Ontarian, teaches French Immersion, and has high standards) and they brought up his husband for no goddamn reason. If you thought his comment was rude, fine (it wasn't rude). But what the hell did his husband have to do with it?

On the same placement, I also dealt with my associate teacher being passive aggressive as hell. She would not explain to me the logic of her grading process. At first, when we came to a disagreement, she would say my way was "interesting" so I would just defer to her and try to understand her criteria (which was entirely vague and seemed to just be based off of feelings). By the last week of the placement, I would ask her how she wanted to grade certain assignments (so I can't help you) and she would fuck off for 30-40 minutes during the prep saying she was in the bathroom.

On this second placement, I felt the need to call Children's Aid because a kid was threatening to kill herself and cut herself. She had also said that her father was unjustly punishing her for things and getting randomly angry. I was able to get my associate teacher to take her to the office while I tried to make the call. He and the principal are now pissed at me for doing it because I should have followed the internal rules (that no one fucking told me). I went by how i was taught by the faculty. We had it reinforced to us to make these calls, otherwise our future licencing will be on the line. Oh, and despite me telling the case worker I wanted to be anonymous, they (teacher and principal) told the kid's father.

I'm just exhausted. I don't feel like I can go to the local gay bar because they decided in taking over the 'queer' bar that they would have go-go boys. Good for them, but it means the space is off limits for me due to the potential for cameras (both official for the bar as well as random people's social media). I've had to pull my face picture off of Scruff, too. I have no means of connecting with other gay men and I'm left feeling drained.

I've sacrificed so many years of my life to get to this point just so I have the opportunity to be in a place where I'm making enough money to live on my own and actually have any shot at life. The thing is, I regret it.

I'm in debt, most part-time jobs have no interest in hiring me because of my schedule even outside of placement, I'm completely demoralized, and I just want to die

I don't remember writing "I just want to die." I had just gone back to add something in, but fuck me if that isn't the truth right now. I hate being in a position where I'm at the behest of other people. I miss being in positions of independence and control.

Part of me wants to fail just so I have an excuse to leave, find work, pay off my debt, and move out. But not completing this program means that my current plans for grad school in the future will also shoot me in the foot because it will make me overqualified in most people's eyes. I hate that it took me until my late 20s to find something that I'm passionate about and I hate even more that it's something that is only considered valuable in this one context.

[xxdumbblondexx]

---Additional Learning Support---

~Pyro hautiesssss +Homeless Bard~

{Name} - A Sociology, Applied Science and History A level student. Known as Childe's younger sister, {Name} has been failing her classes for a long time with no real care towards it. Due to this, she ended up being thrown into an extra curricular class without her consent.

Venti -  Music, English lit and Sociology A level. Being the student head of the Anemo house should bring a lot more responsibility. However, for him, it does not. (Maybe that's why four of his house members are also in ALS with {Name}) Him and {Name} met one night at a party around a friends house since they both ended up blacking out and getting an ambulance called on them.

Hu Tao - Criminology and law, forensic science and math A level student. Her and {Name} met when she heard Zhongli and Childe were dating. Hu Tao literally tracked her down in a study period and scared the living day lights out of her.

Yoimiya - Physical education, Sociology and Psychology A level student. Yoimiya is a netball girlie (you cant convince me otherwise) and-- after a teacher sat them together in the hopes {Name} would somehow improve in sociology --the two of them became fast friends.

Xiangling - Food Science, Dance and Health and Social care A level student. Her and Yanfei are in {Names} registration and always are the ones dragging her in in the morning to get signed in .

Yanfei- Criminology and Law, politics and history A level student. When {Name} joined the school, Yanfei was the one in charge of showing her around. {Name} has stuck to her like glue since.

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Master List

Hiyaaaa~

Here's a few notes to clear up any confuse to anyone who isn't aware of what sixth form is <3

First, Sixthform is the last two years of high school in the uk where you gain important qualifications for University (aka College). In Sixthform, you can pick between 3-4 course to do, varying from pretty much anything. You also get Study periods where you are supposed to do work for lessons, although no one really does. You also can wear no uniform in most sixthform with a few restrictions. (Office wear n that)

Second, in british schools, you have houses. They change from school and their importance also changes. For some its literally just something that people are sorted in for sports day and insert days. In my school, you had assemblies based on your house and-- outside of sixthform --it also changed your school uniform slightly. Like you would have a different blazer and tie. In this SMAU, the seven houses are of course, Anemo, Electro, Geo, Cryo, Pyro, Dendro, Hydro.

Third, for my sixthform at least, you were given a lanyard with a card that you could use to open gates around the school. This prompted late mornings (pretty much mornings where you had no lessons so you didnt need to come in until your first lesson) and pretty much leaving when you liked.

Lastly, registration is pretty much home room where you get told what's going on and get signed in.

If you have any more questions feel free to ask <3

#genshin smau #albedo x reader #6reeze #kazuha x reader #scaramouche x reader #heizou x reader #xiao x reader #aether x reader

[steve0discusses]

Ep 45 Part 1: Wife Gone, Miss Wife

Hey y’all, been a while! I fully blame this last unexpected haitus on Tears of the Kingdom. Also a billion other life things I won’t go into because 👏 I 👏 Want 👏 To 👏 Talk 👏 About 👏 Dead 👏 Wife 👏 !

Like damn, we’re coming back for just...a wild episode. Remember how a few episodes ago we finally united Seto with his long lost wife card? (and I had to check my notes and um...it was actually last episode if you count Kaiba, and only Ep 39 if you count Egyptian Seto. So uh...6 episodes.)

Remember that moment? Anyway, she dies this episode.

Yeah. Like. Damn. That quick huh? Knowing Yugioh’s track record with wifeys we’re pretty lucky she’s been on screen even that long before she went the Valon route and just full on died from one brush of cards with Joey.

Speaking of Joey, we last left the gang fumbling through a series of puzzles to unlock the pharaoh’s name. Bakura, disguised as Tristan, ran head first in there and threw off any semblance of a disguise and y’all, lets see how long it takes the guys to realize this isn’t Tristan.

Inside of this glowing door is a room with absolutely no light in it, which, don’t worry about it. That’s just a thing we do in art when we don’t want to draw a background--blow it out with light.

(Read more under the cut)

MAN I have questions about the support bricks on the wall, but for now we’ll ignore that and look at the even more confounding giant bricks on the ground.

faced with a wall of Egyptian text on this pair of ancient Egyptian sunglasses they drew on the floor, it is lucky that Bakura cursed Tristan’s bean or else they would have never gotten past this room.

They’re zooming right by the fact that their friend is reading ancient Egyptian. A friend who is best known for 1.) Being a student janitor because he failed to become class president, 2.) being head of a “melons” club, and 3.) punching god-strengthed villains in the face when he should know better. A god which definitely didn’t get pissed as hell and immediately possess his bean earlier today.

So he levels with Yugi, using the biggest most simple baby words that Bakura knows, and they still talk right completely round each other.

Hey remember in Season Zero when that effed up thing happened and we all assumed it would never show up in this remake? (and by we I mean me)

It freakin showed up. My audible gasp when this show remembered that Yugi cursed um ALL of his friends. Like and he just straight up told them? Just like this?

Like at the start of this arc he and Pharaoh did have a chat about how Yugi didn’t have friends before he came along, but I thought they were gonna glaze over it! But nah, he just laid it out there that the past few years were all because Yugi got bored between class and wanted a buddy.

The implications of “hey we would not be friends if I didn’t curse your ass” is already pretty deep. But doing it within a brain puzzle that you followed your friend into, despite the fact you could literally die doing this, and realizing...the only reason you’re in this puzzle to begin with is because you were cursed 2-3 years ago...

...this is the Yugioh I never thought would come back. This season, man! This season goes so freakin fast and so freakin hard through things that like...this could be a whole episode in another show.

But, this is Yugioh, so we’re gonna put a pin in that.

Because it’s time to go back to Seto Kaiba’s past life and his nearly dead stranger friend that we have collectively decided is his wife, and by “we” I mean literally everyone on this show but Aknadin.

Aknadin sure doesn’t know what a “wife” is, but he sure as hell knows what it ain’t.

Kissara runs towards Seto in this huge, empty boss arena that I would avoid like the plague in any video game.

And speaking of based, Seto Kaiba shows up. Because this episode wasn’t unhinged enough yet. Seto Kaiba is here to be the greek chorus of his own wife’s death.

He’s noticed. He’s noticed this is weird.

It’s a different storyboarder this season, but this storyboarder is still dropping some great frames. Look at this Seto they gave us, just snooping behind a pillar. New PFP just dropped (that is if anyone was even still using twitter which like, my life has been extremely blessed ever since I left it, we should all leave it together.)

So anyway she farts out a Blue Eyes on turn one, and Seto just kind of seethes from behind a pillar while trying to parse just anything that is going on.

Aknadin decides to shove her (well, her dragon...spirit...thing) into the rock tablet during the card shenanigans that followed. I, at first thought it was with an Orichalcos, and I got very excited about how complicated this season was going to get before I realized it wasn’t lime green.

I do not fully understand the card shenanigans at play here, it was not covered in my education playing through Yugioh Duel Masters (Master Duel) but it doesn’t matter because of the power of...love? or whatever the hell vibes are going on between these two goobers. They, with their vague as hell energy, will stand together against whatever life throws at them.

And by that, I mean literally dying 5 seconds afterwards

Seto Kaiba behind a pillar watched this go down, confused by whether he should feel anything at all by this random series of events between a girl he had half a conversation with, and a guy who looks like him except with guns the size of barrels.

Seto, filled with the pure anger of his wifey’s revenge, also immediately biffed it in solidarity.

Seto still remained behind the pillar, because why interrupt this? I mean yeah he looks like yourself and that girl absolutely died but eh...he’s gonna stay behind the pillar. Maybe if he had a duel disk he’d have thrown a couple cards and done some property damage. but as you can see, there are not helicopters or cranes to do property damage with.

So instead he remains behind the pillar, which they didn’t draw here in this next frame.

And on the back of a horse, in gallops Pharaoh.

I live for these popcorn moments in TV, where we’re like “hey, what if we just threw these characters in a weird blender and see how they reacted?” and this episode is just--everyone ends up in this one random spot and they all collectively are like like “what? The hell is happening?”

And we will see more of that next update.

As usual, here is the link to read these in chrono order:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

Next post will go up like tomorrow probably, but, may my post after that not take 2 months to make, lmao, I swear guys we are going to finish Season 5!

#YGO #Yugioh #Yu-Gi-Oh #recap #episode recap #long post #yami muto #seto kaiba #preist seto #?Was that the name? #yugi muto #bakura #Theif King Bakura #Season 5 #Episode 42 #Kissara #BEWD #SHE DEAD

[wildestfoes]

more fnaf headcanons but this time it’s the silver eyes gang (+ robot lis)

remember this is just an au, obviously none of this is meant to be canonical and it’s just a little thing i do for fun :)

!! things might change over time !!

Charlotte Jean Emily (1)

aka. the human charlie.

born in texas, july of 1969. in consequence, she has a southern / texan accent.

a year younger than the afton twins.

died on her 18th birthday, 1987

she spent more time at the afton household than in her own home.

she loved to record what she did. she had thousands of tapes of her working, hanging out with elisabeth, annoying mike, or some of just her talking into the camera. she never went anywhere without it.

charlie was pretty much one of the afton siblings at some point. she was especially close with elisabeth, but she also got along well with mike, though he didn’t like to hang out with her since his friends thought she was weird.

charlie and elisabeth were attached at the hip. if you saw one of them, the other one had to be close by. their super close relationship was mostly a product of their fathers being super close as well and wanting their daughters to be best friends too.

henry and william used to dress them in matching outfits when they were toddlers.

as an only child with a dead mother and a workaholic and unconsciously neglectful father, she spent 90% of her time at home completely alone.

she’s middle eastern (egyptian) and east asian (japanese)

she’s also a lesbian

after elisabeth’s death, michael refused to talk to her ever again. she didn’t understand why and it made her very upset.

she worked at the freddy’s prize counter and was occasionally a waitress / attendant at kids’ parties.

she was kind of an airhead and never put much thought into things or actions that needed it, but was very thoughtful when she wanted to. therefore, she had pretty bad grades, but she gave pretty cool birthday gifts.

she had an amazing memory and a very long attention spam, she js didn’t care about school.

she and elisabeth had at least three different matching friendship bracelets.

she could listen to any type of music and enjoy it, but she liked country music the best.

charlie loved her dad, really. but she never expected much from him. he usually never fulfilled his promises, so she stopped expecting him to. the only time in her teenage years that she actually believed he would, it was when he promised he’d be there at her last birthday party.

she never had many friends since she was deemed “the weird girl” by many, but she was overall well liked, especially by her peers’ parents.

she had her mom’s eyes. they looked a lot alike.

do not even let her near a car. she’s failed her driving test at least 6 times and she’s almost ran over at least one person each time.

every time she opened her mouth she’d just spill a bunch of useless information about anything and everything. once she started talking, she’d most likely never stop.

this made her charismatic to many, incredibly annoying to others.

her mom died when she was two. she doesn’t have many memories of her (or any really), but her mom left her cards for every one of her birthdays up until 21. henry also makes sure she doesn’t forget how much her mama loved her and wanted to be a part of her life.

she never cared much for what others really thought about her, except for four people; her dad, the afton twins and a girl in her class she really liked.

henry didn’t get along well with his parents and brother, jen lived in the north at the time & charlie’s mom’s remaining family lived in japan, so she never met any of her extended family.

henry used to send jen updates about his life (specifically about charlie), since his wife’s death up until his daughter’s. when the letters suddenly stopped, jen flew to hurricane and decided to stay as much as it was necessary to check on her brother’s health.

Charlotte Jean Emily (2)

aka. the robot charlie.

in my au, since charlie died when she was a young adult, there is only three robo-charlies.

the first charlie was pre-teen charlie. henry made her as a 12-13 y/o first so he could “make up for lost time”.

the second charlie was teenager charlie. she was crushed by the house and some of her pieces were never recovered.

the third charlie was young adult-adult charlie. this was the charlie jessica and john found in the chest at jen’s house. therefore, she’s the “real” charlie in tfc.

henry never spent time with any of the charlies. the few memories she has of her dad are memories of when she was being made (she isn’t aware of this though), or they are blurry and incoherent memories of the human charlie.

though she isn’t possessed by her, the human charlie haunts charliebot. sharing with her her real memories and flashes of her lost life.

“there are five signs a ghost is haunting you. […] you start to have funny dreams and flashes of memories that are not yours. it’s like they possess your thoughts when they're near." — alone together, tales from the pizzaplex 8.

in my au, at the end of the fourth closet, both charlies pretty much end up fusing into one. i call her the ultimate charlie.

turns out robots can also be lesbians haha. who would’ve known.

she’s always had a big fat crush on jessica.

charlie and john have a brother-sister dynamic. they are very close.

jen never saw charliebot as her niece. she saw her as the last thing her brother left behind, she sees her more like something she has to take care of, but not like her family and not like the real charlie.

henry regretted making her ever since he finished the second charlie. every time he’d look into her eyes and see the shell of the memory of her daughter, of his wife, a little part of him died. he knew, though he really tried to repress these feelings, that his daughter was forever gone, and making a hyper-realistic robot replica of her would just make things worse.

btw, henry survived his suicide attempt. he just never cared to contact jen again out of mostly shame and fear. also, he wanted to know nothing about charliebot.

when they met again, (charliebot is in pizza sim in my au) even now that she had charlie’s essence and memories, henry still treated her like a thing. a burden he was set on getting rid of.

she never had a deep passion for robotics and just set for that since that’s what her father did.

she also had terrible grades, but unlike her human counterpart, she did care about school, she was just not naturally good at it.

she used to be so angry that she couldn’t remember anything about her life before she moved with her aunt at 13.

then she found out that she had no life before 13 and she was like “oh 😃”.

clay and betty were both friends of henry and his wife from way before they even had kids. they both know what charlie is, except betty keeps distance because of how uncomfortable seeing charliebot feels like. clay got mostly used to this but he still feels unsettled by it sometimes.

clay and betty were also very close with william and carmen but that’s unrelated to charlie so…

she was a mall / casual goth who really liked country music.

she has a drivers license but she is a terrible driver. everyone is scared of getting on a car she’s driving.

she’s gotten arrested for drinking and driving too.

like human charlie, she also has a country accent, except hers is less loud and less noticeable.

she rarely brushed her hair and would usually just throw on whatever clothes without any care.

her personality, things she likes or hates, opinions, etc. are pretty much the same as the human charlie, she’s just a bit more closed off, awkward and quiet.

Jessica Elaine Wagner

she’s a natural brunette but she dyes her hair blonde because she feels like it suits her better.

she’s the daughter of a diplomat and a celebrity (think either an actress or a fashion person) so she grew up rich, but she deeply dislikes her family so she emancipated and moved out pretty young.

the whole reason why she left brooklyn (her home town) was cause she wanted to get away from her parents.

born in winter, 1980

natural born leader.

the reason why she used to spend time in utah as a little kid was because some family members lived there so they occasionally visited.

she’s the popular blonde girl but she’s actually very nice. think cher from clueless. instead of making fun of other people she likes to help and make others be themselves and feel included, there’s very few people around town that dislike her and she’s almost like a celebrity for a lot of people.

elle woods core.

she’s a lesbian in denial kind of. she isn’t aware that she’s a lesbian (YET) but she has gay thoughts. and she also is very in love with her bestie charlie.

she has a brooklyn accent so when carlton was pretending to have one she was in the phone like “you ain’t fooling anyone”.

jessica and john (and carlton too, actually, except he did come in a little bit later), were pretty much the founders of the friend group. they are very very close and deeply care about each other (you will never get them to admit that though).

her favorite color is yellow.

she speaks a lot of languages and takes a lot of pride on that.

she’s also very very smart.

she’s had a lot of hobbies because she gets bored of them really easily. some of the ones that have stuck are photography and clothe-making.

she’s pretty tall. abt 1.80cms.

she’s a compulsive cleaner. everything always has to be neat and pretty.

she’s not necessarily positive or negative, she just sees things like they are.

jessica is also very honest. she’ll call anyone out if needed or asked to.

deep down, she knew fake charlie (elisabeth) wasn’t charlie. she could tell. she knew her charlie. except that, unlike john, she wanted to believe it, so she just repressed those thoughts.

she can’t keep the same look/hairstyle for more than a month.

Jonathan Bartholomew Brandt

he’s emo in every sense except in looks.

he was raised by his grandparents and used to be pretty close with his aunts, uncles and cousins until he dropped out and stopped contact mostly out of shame.

local tall white boy.

italian-american.

his grandma calls him barry. jessica and carlton call him that to annoy him.

he had a crush on charlie once in 9th grade and got over it after a week.

half of her relationship with charlie is just her saying something way out of line and john js being like ????

everyone in the friend group knows jess and charlie have a thing going on but none of them has done anything about it so they have a bet on who’ll make the first move.

john bets on charlie because at least she’s fully aware she likes women.

john is jessicaxcharlie’s biggest supporter. he loves his lesbian besties.

if it wasn’t for jessica constantly checking on him during the months between tto & tfc, he would’ve taken his life.

he was born in august, 1980

he’s trans.

he really likes watching reality tv

he has a very sassy personality, very sarcastic and is pretty much a drama queen.

his personality is kind of a mix between zuko & sokka from atla. sarcastic guy who always plans ahead but is never taken seriously because he always find a way to fuck it up / angsty and distant guy with commitment issues who’s actually js a extremely sassy drama queen.

jessica is his anchor to the real world. she’s always there to call him out on his bs (especially bcs he’s very blind to misogyny but once jess points it out he’ll know in the future and shut it down), she has helped him to get ready for dates or set some up for him, and she was the first to know he planned to dropout and offered to help him get a job (he refused).

john wants (and plans) to pay her back for everything she’s ever done for him, cause he knows he can be a handful and appreciates jess a lot for everything. they are practically siblings and consider each other that even if they’ll never say it out loud they know they both think that.

the straight one™️.

he has had several girlfriends, though he doesn’t really do relationships anymore since they always end badly for him.

he used to be (before tfc) a flirt and kind of a ladies man in some way (he didn’t date around much but he did it enough), he never really looked for anything really serious in any of his relationships but he was always very honest about that.

john’s very afraid of commitment. not only regarding relationships but on anything really.

he is very respectful when it comes to boundaries tho. like he respects women lol.

every time jessica or charlie say anything between the lines of “we’re besties / we’re just friends” he looks at them like 🤨

when he’s bored, he likes writing poetry.

he usually shows his poems to charlie but he uses way too complicated words so she just nods, pretends like she understands and tell him they’re very good.

he has no regards for his personal safety or well being.

Carlton Dallas Burke

he copes with humor.

he’s a mama’s boy.

he is also very very close with his dad too tho.

is a good actor when he wants to or is convenient.

tries very hard to make his parents proud. clay always tells him he doesn’t need anything but be himself to make him proud and though betty also feels this way, she’s a tad bit more strict and expects much from him cause she knows he’s capable.

he’s mixed. white american (dad) and black ghanian (mom)

he looks JUST like his mom. if it wasn’t for some of his facial features, clay’s genes wouldn’t have contributed at all.

he’s bisexual but he’s still figuring that out. still, his closet’s made of glass. he always says things like “john, if you were a girl i’d marry you” or “[insert any male celebrity] hot af no homo tho”

he has an overall good family dynamic. even though his parents have been separated for a while and carlton is already of age, they still care for each other and make sure he knows there isn’t any bad blood between them. he keeps very close contact with both.

carlton thought not-charlie had a certain something but then he saw elisabeth’s human (and the clown form too 😭) and that’s when he started to think she’s hot. when he met him, he also thought michael was very hot. like this man js has a thing for the whole family.

he had a small crush on marla. it never got to anything though.

elisabeth, mike and marla have one thing in common too 😭

carlton bets jessica’ll make the first move cause charlie is way too awkward to do anything.

ever since he dropped out of college (between tto-tfc), john had been very distant with him. carlton tried to keep contact by sending letters and updates but he never answered any of them. this makes him very sad cause john’s his best friend and he feels like he’s losing him.

he really likes making prank calls.

María Elena “Marla” Delgado

she’s (white) hispanic! her mom’s from el salvador and her dad was from panamá. she was raised in the us though.

the mom friend ever.

jason’s her half brother. she isn’t particularly close with her stepdad but they both respect each other and he doesn’t treat her any differently.

she gives the best hugs ever.

she's a big girl and she can get very self conscious about it sometimes, but she’s grown to love herself like she is and be comfortable with her body.

she gives the most thoughtful and coolest gifts ever.

marla also likes to plan her friends birthday parties. it’s usually more of a team work between her and jessica.

she has super dark chocolate eyes and curly dark brown hair.

marla bets jess & charlie’ll go on into their lives torturing themselves because none of them will ever confess.

she cries very easily, and it’s the kind of crying that makes you cry too cause she’s always so happy and joyful that it hurts to see her cry.

Elisabeth “Dolly” Eleanor Afton

she’s dangerous and she’s coming to the games.

she’s not a remodel of the fourth charlie or any of her bot versions for that matter.

when dolly (baby) “ate” her, william remodeled her to look slightly more like elisabeth. her “original” form still looks like a clown, though it resembles eleanor more than game baby.

she uses an illusion of her human form often.

el still tries to convince herself she’s the same person she was. it’s not until tfc that she embraces that she’s no longer the same elisabeth and that she’s a robot.

after she came back from the dead, she was ecstatic to continue on with her life, except that wasn’t william’s idea.

he wanted elisabeth to follow his steps and help him to get what he wanted and convinced her to under the promise he would bring evan back and things would be the same again, clearly, she only used this to manipulate her.

the man that raised her, her best friend, her father, is no longer the same person he used to be. completely consumed by his obsession for immortality; dolly is convinced her father died with evan only to be replaced by the monster that has brought her back.

*tolerate it by taylor swift plays in the back*.

remember how i said she used to want to be an actress? pretending to be charlie was the closest she’d ever get to be one.

she deeply envies charliebot for getting to live the teenage life she doesn’t get to.

she can eat and william encourages to do so since that way she isn’t that dependent on her recharging station, but the only thing to ever get into her mouth is coca-cola.

elisabeth doesn’t have any of charlie’s memories. she got all her information through extortion or her dad’s testimony, and went with the personality of charlie she used to know; the outgoing, talkative and loud girl who didn’t care what others thought about her.

when she first started pretending to be charlie, (in my au, instead of six months she does that for almost a year) she wasn’t too fond of the idea so she tried to sabotage it, until she realized that was her chance on a normal life and having friends, so she started putting in a little effort on it, until she realized john and jessica knew and that’s when she really gave up.

her default height is 2.25m (7’4ft i think) but her preferred height is 1.95m (6’something idk)

out of the friend group, she dislikes jessica the least and she finds marla the most annoying.

one of the things she hates the most about her situation is that she has to sit around and interact with her half siblings.

and to watch her dad remake his family and forgetting about his promise of bringing back hers.

hopefully, i’ll add more later.

sorry if there’s any typos or grammar errors, english isn’t my first language lol.

i had a lot to say abt charlie lmao. anyways, i’ll add more to carlton and marla when i have more ideas.

in my au, the silver eyes trilogy takes place from 1997-1999 so their age range is 17-19

also, how weird is it if i lowkey ship el and john 😭 like, i feel like they’d have an interesting development and relationship and i feel like they’d ve cute together idk 😭😭

if anyone has any questions regarding my au pls ask! i’d be happy to answer any questions.

as i said, none of this is meant to be taken as canon, is just an au :)

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf au #fnaf #fnaf headcanons #fnaf the silver eyes #fnaf the twisted ones #fnaf the fourth closet #the silver eyes #the silver eyes trilogy #the twisted ones #the fourth closet #fnaf novels #charlotte emily #charlie emily #fnaf charlie #charlie emily fnaf #fnaf charlotte #fnaf jessica #jessica x charlie #fnaf john #carlton burke #fnaf carlton #fnaf marla #elizabeth afton #elizabeth afton fnaf #elisabeth afton #circus baby fnaf #eleanor fnaf

[neppys-hub]

Third Tav post~!

Leiden Del Ceibo.

(Left side is Act 1 Leiden, right side is Act 3 Leiden!) Leiden is an old character of mine- She has had many iterations and none of them ended well. That broke my heart so I brought her back in DND, and use her in BG3! Class: Rogue/Monk Multiclass Subclass: The Way of Four Elements/Assassin

Background: The Haunted One (She was also a noble in her past, but for BG3 the durge fits best) Preferred Weapon: Unarmed! (One of her iterations use iron knuckles!)

Romance: I'm not sure yet! Most likely Shadowheart because they both share a remarkably similar stories (in some ways, and despite me creating Leiden nearly a decade ago lmao). Minthara is likely but I actually haven't gotten Minthara in my main playthrough!

Pronouns + Sexuality: Leiden uses She/They pronouns! She is a total lesbian- Girls, girls, GIRLS for her. She does identify as a queer woman.

Like most of my characters right now Leiden in BG3 is a version of a much different original character! So her story is vague at times to fit the world easier.

Leiden Del Ceibo was a child when her family was run out of their land. Nobles fallen from grace- She remembers the caravan flanked by gold and red standards, family, and supplies as they escaped their ancestral home. She remembers the guards in shining gold and red armor riding along for their protection. And she remembers when the cultists emerged from the shadows and ambushed the convoy.

The slaughter was tremendous. Fire and steel burnt or cut down her guards. Her parents fought bravely, took many with them, but could not protect her. The last three standing were her mother, her sister Calia, and herself. "We will mold them," The cult leader promised. "Make them our weapons to enact our will long after we are gone." In hopelessness Leiden's mother, to spare at least one of her daughters that fate, slit Calia's throat. She was merely five years old. Leiden screamed as the cultists attacked, ending her mother's life but unable to save Calia. Leiden would have to do. She would grow in a household of magic, abuse, and manipulation, becoming exactly what the cult leader had promised: A weapon. Leiden wielded fire to enact the cults will- Assassinating all who opposed their god. Eventually, her fellow Cultists died out. Most were Human, after all, and she was long lived. She'd continue being the instrument of their will for many years until she ran into surviving family members. These people reminded her of who she was, brought her back into the fold, and gave her a chance to start over.

And it failed.

With nothing and no one else in the world for her Leiden roams, drifts, and searches for a purpose. It is during this time period that she finds herself trapped on the Nautiloid.

#bg3 #fanfic #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #bg3 tav #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #bg3 oc #tav #tav oc #baldurs gate tav #my tav #baldurs gate #bg3 character #bg3 ocs #bg3 oc rp #bg3 oc thoughts #Leiden #bg3charas #bg3neppy #baldur's gate #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate oc #oc #ocs #my ocs #oc rp #original character #bg3 rp

[immagrosscandy]

Hi!

Do you prefer HPHM or HPMA? Which is better in terms of storyline, animation, and characters in your opinion?

-Sincerely, from a dumb anon that is me 💋😷

at this point i really prefer hpma over hphm for a lot of reasons and most of them are how hphm fails in everything you just mentioned

the story gets messy super messy as the years go by, they stretch the chapters like gum making em tedious and boring

the animation is sometimes nasty like some 3d models look bad very bad, as if they just wanted to get the job done instead of making sure said job is good

the characters are... meh. i like some of them but the main story focuses on some of the ones that get worse as the story progresses: like the stupidity that is jacob's sibling, the pain in my ass that is merula snyde, jacob "i am found and never seen again for some reason", the supposed-to-be big bad of the story who's VERY important as he's RELATED to the main characters and is never mentioned until the last year of school. why.

also. another problem that annoys me. the less focus the have on the story and more on adding things that don't really matter. like the amount of sidequests and how much of them they do, and how emphasis they put in them on social media. the perfect example is the big elephant in the room, the romance. like most people only care about the romance because jc stopped caring about the story and it shows, and its seems like they have some sort of dateline to make a new romantic sidequests so that the players keep in touch with the game (at least that's how it feels for me)

as you can see hphm was good, even great. i loved the story and the characters. i liked the mystery behind the vaults and our brother, the mc wasn't stupid, i even liked merula because she was a not-annoying bad bitch that knew more of the mystery than us, there was rowan khanna, they created talbott winger thanks you lord, the story was captivating and it didn't need to be like 60 chapters long i'm looking at you year 6 even the romantic subplot was okay for me, the celestial ball and the first date are peak tlsq and tulip and ismelda was dateable i mean c'mon

but they fucked up

so bad

and i'm hoping the same doesnt happen to hpma. i've finished the main storyline and i kind of like ivy and lottie's stories, they're super cute. the artstyle is GORGEOUS it blows my tiny mind, and the animation is great. i really like it! all the things you can do in the castle such as going to class, dueling, dancing or exploring the forbidden forest are really cool and they keep me interested. its just like being at hogwarts. also the characters here are great and they all have a different story to be told (i'm seeing you daniel)

also i never got to play hogwarts legacy or any of the hp games in the ps2, so this is like my first experience of an open-world hogwarts and... it's cool!

i really dont want to glorify this game, there are some things i dont like about it, but until now i'm really enjoying it!

so i feel like hpma might be better than hphm in terms of animation and storytelling, obviously. and i like the characters in both games, but in hphm they downgrade in quality and writing... so i guess hpma wins

dont get me wrong i still love hphm, but what i hate is what they've done to it

i hope this wasn't too long. if you have anything to say about what i've said feel free to do so. my opinion is just an opinion after all

#i hope im not being rude or anything #hphm makes me really mad because i could've been great but now it wont be anymore #also i ALSO hope xdd that my english is good since its not my birth language and it shows xdd

[wickedsrest-rp]

Name: Finnegan "Finn" Cooper Species: Empath Occupation: Self-employed Coder Age: 27 Years Old Played By: Hera Face Claim: Joe Keery

"I don’t mind other people. They can just be… a lot."

TW: Suicide (overdose), parental death, drug abuse

Being the oldest sibling never comes without a big tangle of strings attached. Finnegan, or Finn as he would later solely go by, used to be a pro at detangling every string. Even as a child, he could always step in and stop his brother’s crying or settle an argument between his two younger siblings. He seemed to innately know whether his siblings were tired, hungry or just cranky - a talent his professionally overworked parents were very grateful for. Finn was proud of his role as a young caretaker, if not a bit worn at the end of the day but: anything for family.  

Around the time he hit puberty, a difficult enough time in every young man’s life, Finn started to notice something new that had nothing to do with hormones. What had once felt like a gentle sixth sense when it came to emotions was now all encompassing. He didn’t just have an inkling that his mother was annoyed, he could feel what she felt, down to the strangling sensation of bottled up anger in his chest. Everything his peers felt, he felt - and in high school, there was a lot to feel. It was also around that time that Finn realized his father’s emotions weren’t just hard to read, they were blank. 

Despite everything, Finn still came through for his siblings. He felt his brother’s anguish at being bullied, dried his sister’s tears over a bad grade as he held back his own. Even made attempts to fix his mother’s bad mood, which didn’t register as ironic until years later, seeing as she was one of the top psychiatrists in the state. On good days, Finn could bask in his family’s joy and feel it for himself, especially on the days when his father emitted the tiniest twinge of happiness. On the bad days…

Surviving through the emotions of more than one angsty high schooler was overwhelming on most days, leading to bouts of missed classes and bad grades. Making friends, when he regularly had emotional outbursts set off by the cacophony of what everyone else was feeling, was hard. Finn wasn’t supposed to be home when it happened. His father had planned to be home alone, had planned for his wife to come home first and find him. The second sixteen year old Finn walked into his house, the overwhelming sense of numbness mixed with relief paralyzed him. And then there was nothing to feel. The few seconds of hesitation wouldn’t have mattered in the end - by the time the ambulance arrived his father had stopped breathing. He had made sure to ingest enough pills to finish the job. 

Everything was different after that. Finn's mother refused to talk about their father’s suicide, except on the nights when she had a few glasses of wine too many, admitting to Finn her guilt over having missed all the signs. At least she hadn’t known exactly what his father had felt and failed to step in. 

With the help of some prescriptions his mother insisted on, as well as the occasional ‘herbal remedy’, Finn managed to crawl his way through high school. After that, being around people was overwhelming, except for his siblings. They still needed him. So he worked the odd job here and there, helping his mother with the home and avoiding social contact at any cost. Until the word ‘empath’ finally popped up on his computer screen, explaining the last 27 years of his life in the blink of an eye. More research led him towards Wicked’s Rest, a small town just a short ride away from his hometown of Portland. He could go there searching for answers and still stay close to his family.

If some freak thing had been able to give him a connection to every emotion, surely there was something out there that could get rid of it. Whether that would leave him able to feel anything at all remained to be seen. 

Character Facts:

Personality: Caring, aloof, clever, defiant, sarcastic, irritable, pessimistic, supportive

Sometimes it helps him to write out what he’s feeling from others and even read into the scenarios he sees. Various books have been filled with descriptions and notes pertaining to this; some have even started to sound like short stories

Taught himself how to code through courses online.

Used to be part of the high school hockey team, and pretty decent at it too. Got kicked off the team after getting into too many fights after or during games. Lot of anger on those fields. 

Really likes graphic tees. 

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hello! hope you're doing swell <3 wanna share something that you're grateful for recently? (or something from a long time ago, I'm not picky)

This has been sitting in my inbox for quite some time now. I wanted to take my time answering, because it would feel like a waste if I didn't. But today I have an answer for you, and it goes like this:

For the past few years I had been struggling to get an lgbtq themed bookclub going. I went to the library, first, and failed for nearly two years to set it up. Then last year I accidentally stumbled upon an up-and-coming queer organization and wasted no time emailing them about my plans. I got an immediate response, the rest is history.

I met some very interesting people with incredible and rich stories of their own, and one of them is an elderly woman in her 70s who is dealing with the loss of her girlfriend. She was very interested in a book club, but joined the cook group at first because of age differences. She was so insecure and adamant about there being two or three generations between her and the rest of us, and I kept reassuring that it doesn't matter, we all have something to learn from each other, and that different perspectives are okay - needed even.

She stopped coming to the cook group. Last night, during our reading session (which she joined for the first time! I'm so proud of her) she opened up about a heavy experience of age discrimination at a different place, and the entire group there jumped to tell her that wasn't okay; age doesn't matter, she is always welcome. We reassured her, as most of us also go to the cooking classes, that she certainly was missed there and could join there too if she wanted.

I woke up this morning to a message of hers in the cooking app where she said she'd be there again.

Thinking back on last night I feel warm. The rest hasn't even hit 30 yet, and still there was so much connection as we discussed books and writing. We went on way longer than we should have, and would even go on more if I hadn't moderated for the time. I wouldn't have dreamt about this last year if I'm honest. But everyone said they had a good time, and now I'm sitting here thinking to myself: "this! This right here! This is what I did it for."

So to sum it all up in short: I am grateful for the opportunity of bringing people of all walks of life together, even if it's just for one evening each month. Sometimes that's all someone needs.

#she complimented my analytical brain!! and also said i had a voice for reading which?? i always thought i didn't #so that caught me off guard #and i'm really happy the group is slowly growing!! we can get to know each other at our own paces #answered #shikariix