#cursed geology

[eddieintheocean]

born to fish forced to rock

#CURSE YOU SECRET HIDDEN GEOLOGY #IN MY MARINE BIOLOGY DEGREE #WAHAGHGAGHGHHHHH #eddie learns the ocean

[squiddy24-blog1]

#tumblr polls #poll time #my polls #hyperspecific poll #forbidden snack #forbidden snacks #cursed #shitpost #food #foodie #marbles #eraser #erasers #soap #gemstone #geology #lava #tide pods #sanitation #glue #dnd dice #dungeons and dragons

[cornus27florida]

Gemstones in CPC (other than becoming the CPC universe's currency 'money')

..is to becoming engagement ring.. Yup wanna talk about it!

(Also my coping mechanisms as how things happened to these 5 ships so far in the CPC story), as after this I make a long post about Plaid Royals men hahaha :")

Before going deeper, take precaution!

BTW if one's forget, I feel the 'money currency' in CPC

world / universe is 'gems' which kinda inconvenient and too varies but well we get what we could, how to pay like this :

^ unless the economy expert, Prez, decline this motion then I guess the 'money currency' in CPC world is 'gems' and unknown what exactly the stone is but colored as light blue

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Nell's engagement ring from Jolie

Which have close up of the ring, from the colour it could also be light blue diamond or sapphire or aquamarine but I take Sapphire for the chance as it's precious stone that could take color of anything - including the light blue

Sapphire is said to be the wisdom stone, stimulating concentration, enhancing creativity and promoting purity and depth of thought. It is believed to focus and calm the mind as well as remove unwanted thoughts, depression and mental tension. It is known as the stone of new love and commitment and is claimed to be useful in encouraging faithfulness and loyalty. Sapphire is thought to bring peace of mind, serenity and prosperity.

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Maria's engagement ring from Blaine

Aquamarine (don't confuse it with Aquamarine Hoshino btw)

Maria ring stone likely a Aquamarine, March’s birthstone, have reputation for protecting one’s well-being. The aquamarine birthstone evokes the colors of the sea. From deep green-blue to light, slightly greenish blue hues, faceted aquamarines are often free from inclusions and as clear as water, symbolizing purity of spirit and soul.

Aquamarine is often used as a "good luck" stone, thought to bring feelings of peace, love, joy and happiness to those who wear it. There is an energizing quality to aquamarine that provides harmony and balance. If you dream of aquamarine, it is said that you will make new friends, and wearing earrings of aquamarine are thought to bring love and affection into your life.

---------------------------------------------------------------Lorena's engagement ring from Lance

Light purple Amethyst

-> The light purple birthstone is often associated with qualities such as peace, tranquility, and balance. It is believed to have a calming effect (could reduce stress level) on the mind and is often used to aid in meditation and spiritual practices. Amethyst is also associated with intuition and spiritual awareness, making it a popular stone for those seeking to connect with their higher selves.

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Gwendolyn's engagement ring from Frederick

Peridot

Peridot is a variety of olivine. It is part of the orthorhombic crystal system and has a vitreous luster. Peridot is rich in magnesium and has an iron content that gives the gem its green coloring. The shades of Peridot range from yellow-green to olive green and dark green. The meaning of Peridot is purpose and focus

-> Peridot is a prized gemstone known for its summer spirit, its good-luck vibes, and its uncanny ability to keep you calm and feeling safe no matter what is going on around you.

This gift from the heart of Mother Nature comes with a ton of healing properties. Deep-set calm, good health, restful slumbering, and restoring balance and harmony to the body, mind and soul are just a handful of things you can expect when you say yes to Peridot.

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+ possible engagement ring for Jamie from Leopold

Many people search for the beauty of Pink Diamonds. It's an incredibly rare diamond mostly found in the Argyle Mine of Australia. -> Interesting to know that Argyle irl is a site in Australia that have the diamond in Jamie's color: pink. That ring honestly so pretty, but just let know that diamond is a diamond - a gem based solely on carbon but got prssures to becomed hardened. Diamond is the strongest gem in Moch scale (value=10) and even making an idiom of "diamond cuts diamond" to refers only the strongest that able to fights the fellow strongest.

-> Diamonds are associated with strength, love and health. As we have uncovered, throughout history, diamonds have been worn by leaders or power figures to symbolise strength and invincibility. Diamonds have also been associated with good health and represent long life and good heart health.

Conclusion: So those 5 engagement rings, all speculatives regarding the kind of them gemstones - while 4 indeed real rings in the CPC story while another 1 is speculative based on 'meme' - 1 still canon (NelLie), 1 is uncertain with so many complications (GwenDerick/FredDolyn, 1 is growing (LeoMie) but 2 are ykwim (Blaine/Maria + Lance/Lorena)

#cursed princess club #theory #geology #meanings #uploadig 'still' draft

[sunflowerrboyy]

the pain and struggle of trying to see stereoscopic images with a stereoscope and only being able to see out of one eye at a time

#curse my eyes #the big struggle of being a geology student #and i can't watch 3D movies either :( #and binoculars are hell it just makes me dizzy bc my brain can't see the two images it just switches back and forth between lenses #SCREAMING AND CRYING #irl

[justanotherbirdbrain-blog]

Geology of Natural Disasters and How to write them into your fictional universe.

So, you want to write about a natural disaster to advance your plot and torture your players/characters even more? Let me tell you how, accurately.

I feel like unless it is a volcano, natural disasters are a pretty slept on plot drivers, and some of them are really cool and unique! Today, I will talk to you about land slides, earthquakes (And earthquake related disasters), and volcanoes.

Landslides: Probably one I see the least in stories, but one that would be incredibly interesting to write into a plot where they believe in curses. Landslides can happen along ocean bluffs, slightly hilly areas, and highly mountainous areas, this means it is something that can happen in most landscapes. But what can trigger a landslide? Mostly all you need to trigger a landslide could be just abnormally large amounts of rain, excessive deforestation (with a little bit of rain), or an earthquake. If you don't want to use deforestation or an earthquake as a catalyst, a really cool indicator that the land is slipping and may be prone to a collapse is J hooked trees.

This indicates that there is soil creeping slowly over time, and it may lead to a major landslide.

2. Earthquakes: Probably one of the easiest things to write, earthquakes can happen anywhere, but they are most common in places that are tectonically active areas. There are about three types of environments you can expect earthquakes to be common. The first is just rugged mountains, if your landscape looks like this, you should write in earthquakes. Associated hazards could be landslides, avalanches, and large falling rocks.

The next landscape could be a thin mountain range, next to the ocean, very scenic, but very dangerous. Essentially, I am describing a subduction zone environment.

Earthquakes in these areas could equal a couple different associated disasters. Scenario one: A very large earthquake happens, and the ocean begins to recede. This is a tsunami, enough said. If you are writing a tsunami though, please, please, do not write it as a large wave, thank you. Also, a common way people are hurt by tsunami's are from them going into the ocean because they don't understand a tsunami is going to happen.

Scenario two: A large earthquake happens, your characters are in a valley and suddenly the ground begins to liquify as the ground shakes, once the shaking stops, the ground becomes solid like nothing ever happened, except everything has suddenly sunk into the now hard ground. This is called liquefaction and it typically happens in areas that have loose dirt or lots of saturated soil.

Scenario three: There are a lot of small earthquakes, they do not cause a lot of damage, but you begin to notice that one of the isolated mountains has a plume rising. Earthquakes can indicate lava moving underground and the filling of magma chambers.

The next environment that can host lots of earthquakes would be regions that have a lot of really deep valleys and small mountain ranges (not cone volcanoes), but overall seems pretty flat.

This indicates a transform fault like the San Andreas. If you want to hint at there being earthquakes in the area, you can show fence posts that are suddenly several feet out of line at a dilapidated farm or something similar.

(These earthquakes are different because they are cased from sideways movement, not an up-and-down movement this hint can only be used for this environment). Volcanoes would not be found here, but liquefaction and landslides could still occur here.

4. Volcanoes: If you thought earthquakes had a lot of information, volcanoes do too. First you have to ask yourself, what kind of volcano you want to have, what kind of eruption style? So lets break down the kind of eruptions you can have and what their landscapes look like. Hawaiian Shield volcano: This will produce a smooth fast lava, the landscape typically is pretty flat, but there will be small cones and the rocks can have a ropey or jagged texture and the rocks will be almost exclusively black to dark red.

Stratovolcanoes: These will be solitary mountains, typically, that look like perfect cones (Picture shown in earthquake section). These will have large ash cloud eruptions and pyroclastic flows, they may have some lava, but typically most damage is done from the pyroclastic flows (think Pompeii). Some hints of these, other than describing the cone features (which can be hidden by other mountains), would be to talk about petrified wood! Trees can get fossilized in the ash and I imagine it would be very strange to find this rock that clearly looks to be a piece of wood, but its a rock. Subcategory- Calderas: Used to be a large stratovolcano, but they erupt so explosively that the entire cone collapses and creates a basin.

There are a lot of kinds of volcanoes out there, so forgive me for just putting an infographic and then talking to you about these really rare types of eruptions that I feel like people should know about.

Okay lets talk about blue lava (kind of) and black lava

You will notice the lava is still red in the middle of this image, during the day these would look like a normal eruption, but at night the burning sulfur would make it appear blue. Some cool features other than this, would be that any water in the area would become very acidic and burn the skin due to sulfuric acid. This would again be really cool if you are trying to describe a 'cursed' land.

Black lava: This happens only in the east African rift I believe, but it is a carbonatite lava, but if you are writing in a rift valley (where the continent is tearing apart to form a new ocean) this might be a cool feature. The lava will cool white and will quickly erode, it makes for a very alien landscape!

Anyway as always, this is supposed to be an introductive guide for the basics of writing geology to create cool landscapes/features into dnd or fictional universes, if you are a geologist please understand my oversimplification of tectonics, I didn't want people to run away.

#geology #rocks #stem #dnd #dnd worldbuilding #worldbuilding stuff #fictional world #worldbuilding #fictional writing #writing resources #creative writing

[terriblebicho]

An overall interesting piece of science-related news gets found by popular news websites and in a little less than three days spirals into the most obnoxious fear-mongering clickbait known to man. A tale as old as the Earth's core.

#Oh also I havent seen ''HOLY FUCKING SHIT ASTEROID WILL GRAZE EARTH BY 4574 MILLION KILOMETERS'' news in a while. those used to be fun. #I dont want to sound like some lady McClutchpearls here but uhhhhhhhhhh #you know there's people with disorders and such that can get very fucked up with news or tweets that are worded like this right? #''Haha everyone look at this clickbait article it's so real n scary this is gonna go into my 2023 apocalypse card lol'' shut the fuck up fr #like you can share it and make jokes if you want whatever you have the right to but I'm still gonna think that shit's unfunny. #Like there's a lot of talk around here about the importance of tagging unreality and being considerate to people with mental illnesses etc #but I haven't seen that extended to news articles and people that make those ''ohh the cursed decade'' jokes and such? #anyway #internet woes #science news #science #geology

[mothdruid]

The Physics of Love - Prologue

series masterlist | part one

pairing.

robert 'bob' floyd x afab!reader

warnings.

insecurities, previously experienced misogyny in STEM, self-doubt. this content is meant for those who are 18 and older.

authors note.

professor coleman (hondo) is a real one who loves his students. but let me know what you think so far! i will be doing a tag list for this series, so if you would like to join that, let me know.

The red ink stared back at you menacingly. Every minus one, minus two, minus three points marks taunting you. Sixty-eight out of one hundred. It wasn’t the worst you had scored in the class, but it was too far into the semester for you to drop. If only you had actually considered it a few weeks ago. That foolish woman in STEM mentality got the better of you though.

“If there are any issues with scores, let me know after class.” Professor Coleman announced.

It was as if the whole classroom failed, many students hanging back to talk with Professor Coleman. And you were no exception, slowly packing your bag while leaving your test on the table. You flipped through it a little bit as you waited after packing. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed, you just weren’t sure what to do from here on out.

“Issue with your score?” Professor Coleman asked.

You shook your head, letting out a soft chuckle.

“No, I just,” your hand tightened on the marked up papers, “don’t know what to do.”

Professor Coleman gave you a questioning look. You watched as he adjusted his glasses, staring at you with an odd kindness. The tension in your shoulders started to dissipate, your body finally relaxing enough to let your frustration sift into worry.

“If I don’t pass this class, boom, bam, degree gone,” you set the packet on the table. It was annoying to think that this class would potentially make it or break it for you. Stripping you of that geology degree you had yearned for since junior high. Math? A struggle but doable. Chem? Not too bad. Physics? The bane of your existence.

“It’s not like the final is next week. You have passed both exams so far.”

“Barely,” your hands were starting to clench up. It was a nervous habit, one you couldn’t seem to shake.

“Still passed though,” Professor Coleman offered you a smile.

"My degree requires a C plus, something that looks impossible right now," you sighed, tightly running your forefinger and thumb across your forehead to block your vision. It was beyond frustrating.

"Have you thought about looking for a tutor?"

A tutor? Was he being serious? How could anyone help you learn this cursed subject? Let alone get you to retain the information. Plus, you had tried it last semester. It ended in a bit of a failure, on your part and the tutors.

"Yeah, last semester. Tutor got frustrated because I couldn't pick it up, and I got frustrated about not picking it up quickly and it was just," you removed your hand only to be greeted with a soft frown, "it didn't work."

"Would you be willing to give it another try?" Professor Coleman asked, pushing his hands in his pockets.

"I uh… I don't know. I'm not a huge fan of the tutor program here, especially after last semester." You looked over at him with a frown and shrugged. "Maybe this is the universe's way of telling me to give up on geology."

"Hey, some of the best things in life are hard to get, and this might be one of them." Coleman smiled softly at you.

Doubt with a hint of shame swirled around your mind. A storm cloud that didn't want to dissipate. As much as you wanted to believe his words, it was hard. It was hard enough to make it in this field anyways. Hell, any STEM major was hell to get into. It was exceptionally worse though being a female in the field though. You had had classmates and professors act as if you didn't belong among them. And now, it felt like it was all true.

"What if I found you a tutor? Hand picked by me," Coleman shrugged, his words catching your attention.

"Oh, you don't have to do that, I can just fail and go about taking it next semes-"

"I don't want to see you fail."

The two of you stood there for a moment, staring at each other. Coleman had been the first professor that had seemed to actually care about how you did, which was rare for a STEM professor. Most of them had a sink or swim mentality with their subjects, but not him. Not good ole Hondo.

You had heard about Professor Coleman through a few of your other classmates in your program. He used to be an astrophysicist for NASA but then decided to pursue the field of teaching. Or at least that is what you heard through the grapevine. He taught a collection of undergrad students and grad students. You heard Professor Mitchell call him crazy one time for teaching so many students, but you didn't think that Professor Mitchell had much room to talk.

"I don't know if anyone you pick will put up with my incompetence for physics," you hate to admit it, but it was true. You were incompetent at the subject, basically hopeless.

"You're not incompetent, we all have areas we struggle with. I have the perfect person in mind anyways," Professor Coleman said with a smile while leaning back against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah? Who?" You gave him a curious look.

"It will be a surprise," Coleman said as he pushed up off his desk. He took a few steps over to you. "He will be helpful and patient, because it sounds like you haven't had much of that so far."

"But what if–"

Professor Coleman held his hand up to stop your words.

"No buts, and please just trust me."

"Fine, but if this doesn't work out," you grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder, "you're paying for my second semester of Physics ll."

Professor Coleman grinned, holding his hand out for you to take. The two of you shook hands, sealing the deal. As much as you didn't want to, there was an overwhelming feeling about you failing flowing through you. It felt like the only outcome, all your insecurities about your place in the world bubbling to the surface. But somewhere, deep down inside of you was a bubble or two, telling you that this tutor would help you survive the rest of the semester.

#bob floyd #robert bob floyd #robert floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x afab reader #bob floyd fic #bob floyd fanfic #the physics of love #tutor!bob floyd

[fatehbaz]

Scientific knowledge and technology played a significant role in the expansion of colonial rule in India and the consequent incorporation of the Indian sub-continent into the [commercialized, imperial] world-system [...]. The colonization of nature, territory and people in British India led to a mutually constitutive interplay [...].

By the time the East India Company managed to establish a foothold in Bengal in 1757, [...] [a]fter the acquisition of the formal rights to collect revenues in the states of Bengal, Bihar and Orissa, the issue of obtaining accurate information about the extent of the produce, the population and other social statistics assumed significance. The detailed scientific surveys [...] were possible due to the large number of amateur scientists employed by the Company. Over time, these surveys played a major role in the transformation of a trading company into a colonial state [...] and the incorporation of India into the modern world-system. [...]

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Considered the founder of British geography, James Rennell arrived in India in 1760 barely three years after the decisive battle of Plassey. Rennell’s cartographic skills caught the attention of the governor of Bengal presidency, who was ‘anxious to inaugurate some system for correcting and revising the geography of Bengal’ [...]. Rennell’s mapping out in great detail the area under the Company was indispensable for the rationalization of the extraction of surplus, administrative strategies and techniques of control. [...] In 1777 he left for England, and two years later he published the Bengal Atlas that led to his election to the Royal Society. [...] With reference to the ‘science wars’, [...] Rennell’s work was also incorporated in the key text[s] of the time, C. Lyell’s Principles of Geology (1830) [...] [and] the work of [...] Humboldt and Carl Ritter. Rennell’s surveys contributed to the organized [...] surveys [across wider regions of India] that followed after the defeat of Tipu Sultan of Mysore in 1799. [...] [Mysore's] sustained resistance to British power had a major impact on the general consciousness in Britain. [...]

Thomas de Quincey extolled the virtues of the ‘British bulldog’ against [...] the tyrannical ‘Bengal tiger’ [...]. The scientific knowledge that emerged as a consequence of the surveys of Mysore contributed [...] to the consolidation of administrative power [...]. The key figures associated with the surveys [included] Colin Mackenzie [...]. Mackenzie’s ethnographic notes contributed to imperial perceptions of the [...] [people of South Asia] and the grid of anthropological knowledge through which administrative power was deployed. [...]

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Nature, culture and colonial power were inextricably implicated in the production of scientific knowledge and of colonial society. [...] The establishment the Public Works Department in 1854 provided fresh impetus for the deployment of science and technology in grappling with problems precipitated by colonial rule. Declining revenues for the Company focused attention on gigantic irrigation and other public works projects. [...]

The irrigation projects were expanded to include the railways (1849), the telegraph (1852), and the postal system (1850). Together, they represented the largest state-sponsored enterprise undertaken anywhere at that time. Lord Dalhousie, under whose tenure these projects were inaugurated, declared the railways, the telegraph and the postal system as the ‘three great engines of social improvement’.

His predecessor William Bentinck had already termed the railways ‘the great engine of moral improvement’ in a country ‘cursed from one end to the other by the vice, the ignorance, [...] the barbarous and cruel customs that have been the growth of ages under every description of Asian misrule’ [...]. Later observers were to wax ever more eloquent on the role of the railways in the modernization of India. For W. A. Rogers of the Indian Civil Service, railways ‘are opening the eyes of the people … they teach them that speed attained is time, and therefore money, saved or made’ (Adas1989: 226). The importance of a network of railways, connecting the cotton plantations of the Deccan region to the ports became significant especially during the 'cotton famine' of 1846 [...].

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Almost immediately after Dalhousie left India, secure in the belief that the double engines of moral improvement and legitimacy were at work, the rebellion of 1857 put an end to such expectations. The rebellion was partly triggered in response to the wide-ranging transformations [...] triggered off by the introduction of [these] new [colonial infrastructures] [...].

In the end, the rebellion was violently suppressed by the very technologies that had precipitated it in the first place. [...]

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All text above by: Zaheer Baber. "Colonizing nature: scientific knowledge, colonial power and the incorporation of India into the modern world-system". British Journal of Sociology 52(1), pages 37-58. April 2001. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Presented here for commentary, teaching, criticism purposes.]

[ladykailitha]

Oh For a Muse of Fire! Epilogue

I want to thank everyone for the lovely support. I saw a couple questions about the other characters in the comment section of the last one and wanted to clear up a couple of things. Crystal=Argyle (he picked the name because he thought it sounded cool), Onyx=Dimitri (like @n0-1-important guessed in part 11). Diamond and his family were all OCs more on them here. Michelle (the whiny chick in the art class) is the only other OC. I tried as much as possible to include characters from the show when I could.

And to answer @ goodolefashionedloverboi‘s question: Jonathan and Nancy are in couple’s therapy and are doing better.

And then one final thing to explain (the curses of doing a WIP and posting it one at a time not every thread I put down got picked up again, oops!) is the garnet rings. I love gem stones and geology. It fascinates me so much so that I took it as an elective in high school. When I was researching a fic (don’t remember which one now) I was looking at Eddie’s rings. And a lot of people were making replicas with hard stones like hematite, onyx, or something that didn’t have cuts or facets. But Eddie’s ring sparkles. It’s clearly a gemstone. So I went looking up grey or black gemstones. I found a couple it could be but they weren’t discovered until the 90s (and while the ACTUAL stone the prop maker used could be that, I COULDN’T call it that). And then I found a grey garnet. It was a perfect match. It sparkles the way his does, the different shades it gets from the show, spot on. Hence the garnet.

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Two years later:

Variety Interview with Corroded Coffin

Max Mayfield: Hello, can you guys introduce yourselves for the people that have been hiding under a rock for the last two years?

They all laugh.

Jeff: I’m Jeff Lawrence, I’m rhythm guitar.

Gareth: I’m Gareth Hughes, I’m on drums.

Brian: I’m Brian Martin, I’m the bass guitarist.

Eddie: And I’m Eddie Munson, frontman, lead guitar, lead vocalist, and songwriter.

MM: That’s a lot of titles for one person.

JL: That’s because he’s the most dramatic out of all of us. He has to have allll the titles. Can’t share with the rest of us.

EM: Hey!

They all laugh again.

BM: Hey, you know it’s true.

EM: Yeah...but you’re giving away all my secrets right off the bat. Can’t you save some for later in the interview.

The other three look at each other.

JL, BM, GH: No.

Eddie throws his arms in the air.

EM: I’m telling Steve!

The other three look mock frightened for all of three seconds before they start laughing at him.

JL: You know Steve would agree with us.

Eddie pouts

MM: Can you tell us who Steve is?

Eddie fiddles with the singular ring on his right hand, looking down, bashfully. It one that I haven’t seen. Everyone is familiar with the the three chunky rings on his left hand. But this one is on his ring finger. The grey stone flashes as he plays with it.  

EM: He’s the love of my life and my muse.

JL: He’s an art teacher back home.

BM: He’s our Eddie wrangler.

GH: He’s our band mascot.

I laugh.

MM: He sounds pretty special. How did you guys meet?

JL: We all went to high school together, actually.

MM: Oh, so were you high school sweethearts, then?

Eddie laughs.

GH: Yeah, no. He laughs.

BM: Let’s just say they started off on the wrong foot.

JL: The wrong everything, let’s be honest.

EM: Not my proudest moment. I was doing a favor for a family friend being a live model for an art class about five years later and assumed the worst about him.

MM: You mean there are actual art of you naked out there?

Eddie blushes.

EM: Several pieces in fact. But my favorite is Stevie’s. It’s still hanging up in our house in my studio.

GH: I’ve seen it. It’s not gross or anything.

JL: It won best in show at the art gala it was featured in.

BM: I think he’s totally wasted as an art teacher. He could be making more than we do selling his art work. But he loves working with kids.

MM: Sounds like the perfect guy.

EM: scoffs I love Steve, but he can be the most basic bitch. And he tends to be overprotective too.

GH: But we are here to talk about the new album.

MM: Fair enough. So tell me about working on Silent Killer. This is your second album, is that correct?

JL: Yeah, our self titled debut album just went double platinum. We knew going in it was going to be a tough act to follow.

GH: When we went platinum the first time, our manager Murray Bauman sent black flowers to all the record labels that passed on us.

EM: It was very suitably bitchy. It’s why he’s our manager.

MM: Certainly sounds like it. Do you guys deviate from your first album’s style in this one?

They look at each other and Eddie shrugs

EM: I mean, not really. It’s a more somber album to be sure. There was a song that we wanted to include on Corroded Coffin but decided it didn’t fit with the overall theme of the album that made its way on this one.

MM: Which song is that?

BM: Thorns and Thistles. It’s the song that got us our agent in the first place.

JL: Yeah. Murray was mad when the record label didn’t want to use it this time round. He fought tooth and nail to get on the album.

EM: Have you heard it yet?

I nod.

MM: Yeah. It’s beautifully heartbreaking. You say your label didn’t want to use it?

BM: They thought it was too sad.

JL: So to prove them wrong we sent it out as our first single, before we even started really working on the album.

MM: It had already gone gold before you announced the new record. That must have really got stuck in their craw.

EM: We’ve been laughing all the way to the bank.

MM: You guys won a Grammy for Song of the Year for The Jester and the King and Best New Artist. How was that for you?

BM: God I don’t know which of us bawled more on that stage. But it was everything we hoped for.

JL: Winning Song of the Year was a life changer. But no one thought we were going to win Best New Artist.

MM: No?

Eddie shakes his head.

EM: It rarely goes to a rock artist, especially a metal one. Everyone thought it would go to the kid...what’s his name...? He snaps his fingers.

JL: JJ Jenner.

EM: That’s the one. Fifteen year old kid with the pipes of an angel. Everyone, including us thought it would be him.

MM: Oh, I remember now, they put the kid’s reaction to losing on the jumbotron or whatever they call their big screen.

GH: I almost felt sorry for him.

Eddie grins.

EM: Almost.

MM: When you do red carpet events, Eddie, you bring your two lesbian friends with you, while the rest of the band brings their partners. Is there a reason you don’t bring yours? Especially since I learned your partner’s name is Steve.

All the members of the band shift uncomfortably in their seats, stealing glances at each as they silently decide who is going to answer the question.

MM: Oh. I feel like I stepped on a sensitive topic. I didn’t mean to.

Gareth clears his throat.

GH: Steve’s privacy is very important to us. There are times he would like to go to these things with Eddie...

JL: But he still gets attacks and can’t. He looks down at his hands. So he goes with the girls dress shopping and helps pick out their outfits for the night.

Eddie looks like he’s going to tear up.

EM: We’re working on it. He knew going to our relationship that this might become an issue but I always do what I can to make it up to him the moment I get home.

They all look somber, so I decide to change the direction of the interview.

MM: What’s next for the Corroded Coffin boys?

They brighten up almost immediately.

BM: Touring. We’ve got an American tour this spring and then a European tour this summer.

MM: Is there a reason you decided to wait on the European tour until summer?

Eddie blushes and the rest of the band nudge him playfully.

EM: It’s so Steve can come with us. He can’t leave during the school year, but he likes touring with us when it’s out for summer break.

MM: Ah ha.

The conversation turns to non-band related things again and I watch how close they are. It’s great to see a band that are still friends after years of playing together. Even though they’ve only been big for two years, they have been playing for twelve.

Let’s hope that they stay that way for the next twenty.

-Max Mayfield

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[hmshermitcraft]

Some more stuff with that impskizz and impixl teacher AU this time with Some Kind Of Dungeoncrawl Fantasy Heist Game Akin To DnD! (but probably not with the same name)

some time after impulse and pixlriffs sort out the Misunderstanding, another teacher - Tango, who teaches Mob Spawning Manipulation and Usage - starts up a tabletop campaign and impulse, skizz, and pixlriffs are some of the people invited!

it's set largely in the Frozen Citadel and the cursed and plagued mines underneath

naturally, there are shenanigans.

impulse and skizz play their characters as obnoxiously in love. jimmy the PE teacher has ridiculous strings of bad luck but also has caught the eye of the DM. pixlriffs' rogue character is decided to have a minor psychic power of knowing when something is older or more valuable than it seems because he SOMEHOW keeps getting really high rolls on SPECIFICALLY APPRAISAL they have CHECKED this even happens when someone else is rolling different dice for him??

ren's fighter, who took a level in ice-based magic as well and flavoured it as getting lightly possessed by the Red King of the Citadel, flirts with EVERYBODY. cleo the geology teacher accidentally started a whole plotline involving lost knowledge of how to pull stuff from the resource-rich elemental plane of earth and an incredibly valuable hidden book on magically enhancing stone because she had a few questions about things like "what kind of stone is the place made of" and "what's being mined?" because she wanted to steal bits of dungeon.

tango has guest players every so often, like Doc the medical engineering professor who shows up shirtless to play a villain and flirts with Ren (and possibly actually scored) and has his character walk onto an obvious trapdoor despite Tango's warnings and then is genuinely surprised when it opens and drops his character into a wet pit, and Grian and Scar the architecture and magic students who somehow manage to scam the players into purchasing 'game performance enhancing soup'. not the characters, the PLAYERS (its just regular creamy mushroom soup with vegetables, though at least everyone agrees it does taste nice).

theyre all having a GREAT time (and subtly trying to help tango and jimmy get together)

If Tango weren't DM, they're pretty convinced Jimmy and Tango's characters would be dating. Not Tango and Jimmy, no. Their characters. Because the two are hilariously oblivious.

Cleo likes enabling the chaos. Not in a productive way, no. Just whatever chaos she can create, she does. Spawning an entirely new plotline was fun, though! (It has led to a lot of late nights of Tango asking Pix various questions which definitely are not about the campaign, no way, but please tell him about what purpose this room would have in a keep-)

It's also obligatory to bring soup now. That's Grian and Scar's punishment for their performance enhancing drugs. If they all have it then it makes the playing field even, right?

#empiresshipping #trafficshipping #ask #tango tag #pix tag #impulse tag #skizz tag #cleo tag #jimmy tag #grian tag #scar tag #skizzpulse #impixl #solidaritek #solidango #rendoc #mod 🎀 #weekly theme: d&d au

[elk96]

Connection -Part 1

J Robert Oppenheimer (Cillian Murphy's portrayal/ X reader.

Words: 1076

Warnings: idk...head injury? panick attack?

after young Robert attempts to poison his professor, and a disaster cooperation with (a shitty) psychiatrist, he visits y/ N for another take in his case. She is far more compassionate than the previous doctor-perhaps too much.

Dr. y/LN looked at her young patient with wide, curious eyes. He was picking at his fingernails, head tilted low and close to his chest. His jaw, however, was clenched, and his gaze fixed on the library to his left, stubborn.

“You didn’t tell me though, how are you today, Robert”?

“Terrible”, he blurted out.

“And why is that”?

“Aren’t you supposed to tell me that”?

y/LN let out a small chuckle. “Not quite, not quite. See, I’m trying to hear your part of the story, understand you. That’s why I need you to talk to me. I could rely on your former psychiatrist’s diagnosis. Are you aware of it”?

Robert sighed-anger glimmered in his eyes.

“Dementia praecox”, dr. y/LN said. “Requires lifelong hospitalization. So”, she continued in a more joyfull tone. “Why are you so 'terrible'? You’re back at your university, I assume”.

All Robert could do was nod.

“They won’t let me be even in the same wing as him”, Robert whispered, and y/N could see the hatred in his eyes. Hatred of himself, she reckoned, not for Blackett.

“I’m told you read a lot. Poetry and books. You paint, you ride horses, you were interested in geology as a kid-and you excelled at it. In short, everything you’re interested in, you excell at. Talk to me Robert'', she urged him, moving in her seat. "Why do you do that to yourself"?

“Nothing changes”, he whispered.

“What”?

“All I do is study, fail at the lab, search my desk for letters. And wish I were dead. Even the few people I was friendly with won’t even look at me…”.

y/N kept her eyes closed, the crack in his voice lingering on the back of her head.

“When was the first time you tried your skills at laboratory work”?

“In middle school”.

“And what happened? Do you remember”?

“I broke something”, Robert answered without thinking. “Dad had to pay for it”.

“You know, sometimes, our feelings may strongly affect our actions, our behaviour-

Robert’s eyes shot up. “Are you saying that it’s psychological”?

“It’s a combination of things, Robert”, y/N answered, sitting in a more comfortable position. She crossed her legs, her skirt flowing weirdly to the floor and down her thighs. Robert was surprised to say the least, but she continued, oblivious to his feelings.

“If you go to the lab, thinking the glass will shatter the moment you walk in, it’s mathematically certain you will break something”.

“I don’t think there are any equations for that”.

“Aren’t you better at theoretical physics Robert”? she asked cockily. “What I’m trying to say, is, try to focus on the work you’re doing at the moment, not whatever lecture comes next. And try to enjoy it, for God’s sake. Even a little”.

Robert clenched his jaw again, eyes fixed on his watch. Dr. y/LN gestured towards the door.

“Thank you Doctor”, he said in a haste and got up to leave.

y/N sprang up behind him against her better judgment, blocking his way.

Let go a little, go find a girl, have some fun for fuck’s sake, was what she wanted to tell him. Instead, she found his forearm, gave him a little reassuring squeeze.

“If you ever…find yourself in distress, don’t hesitate to let me know. Please. I’m here to help you”, she said, her voice warmer than it should be.

Robert swallowed thickly, blinked a couple of times.

“I know that it’s hard to open up to people-especially doctors that might as well lock you up in a…Whatever. Let me know Robert. I mean it”.

He stormed out of there as fast as he could.

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Blackett cursed as he dropped his books, their hard covers thundering as they hit the floor in the nearly empty corridor. Robert stopped at his feet, feeling his chest empty at once. Blackett bent down to pick them up, and caught a glimpse of him.

“Oppenheimer! What the hell are you doing at this hour”?, he asked full of surprise. His voice was too loud-it shot right through Robert’s brain.

“I-I was-I was just finishing up some equations sir”, he blurted out. His heart was hammering in his chest.

Blacket didn’t dignify him with an answer, he just left.

Robert leaned on the wall heavily. He shouldn’t have done that, he shouldn’t have done that, he shouldn’t have done that….

Damn he couldn’t breathe. Footsteps echoed-someone was approaching. He couldn't breathe. He fainted before he managed to sit down. His head hit the last step of the staircase, but he couldn't feel it.

—

Something warm was touching his face. He was aware of a shadow falling upon him, changing the lighting of the room. He tried to open his eyes.

"Come on Robert, that's it. Wake up", a familiar voice urged him.

He gasped loudly, finally taking in his surroundings. Dr. y/ N was with him-her of all people! Last thing he wanted was her seeing him like that. He tried to sit up but his head felt heavy. He tried to breathe but it hadn't gotten any easier. His heartbeat was rapid and the rising of his chest swallow, big eyes gone even wider. He needed to leave.

"Relax Robert, calm down", she said softly, pressing a cloth to his head. He was faintly aware of an ache there, but he couldn't quite concentrate to it. He struggled to sit up.

"Relax, it's okay". y/N layed a heavy arm on his shoulder. "It's okay, try to relax. We're alone".

We're alone, he repeated in his head while closing his eyes. She was his psychiatrist. He was allowed to be vulnerable around her-she would fix him.

He managed to escape the iron grip in his chest, exhaling deeply with gratitude. y/N sat against him on a desk, and Robert realized they were in a classroom.

"What happened "?, y/N asked, visibly sad.

"I…I fainted", Robert answered. Shame burned on his cheeks. "What are you doing here"?

"I met with Dr. Blackett, to discuss some matters".

Robert wished the earth could open up and swallow him whole. He buried his head in chest.

"Careful", y/N warned him as he moved. "You'll need stitches".

"I'm not going to a hospital", he stated immediately.

"How about you come to my place? I have a medical kit there"y/ N suggested as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

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this is once again a silly little oneshot turned into sth more because it's late and I want to post sth. If you read please please leave a comment -even a short one- or reblog it would mean a lot.

#j robert oppenheimer x reader #j robert oppenheimer #cillian murphy oppenheimer #j robert oppenheimer x you #cillian murphy oppenheimer x reader

[bonefall]

i just wanted to say i think it's really cool how you're making an effort to have an ecological basis for stuff in your AU! it's inspired me to try and make my own warriors-based project ecologically accurate and it has been both a blessing (got to learn a lot about my local ecology) and a curse (named a character badger only to discover i chose the One Region of the US where there are NO BADGERS)

BIG mood, every now and then I hit something that I think is going to make perfect sense, that is a total no-brainer, only to find out something WHACKY about this specific region of Northern England

Like the total and complete lack of chalk deposits. What do you MEAN THERE'S NO CHALK HERE?? I was going through geology and it was like, "btw there's no chalk and base clanmew won't have a word for it" LIKE

[ID: Simplified geologic map of the British Isles, with Better Bones' ecological region circled. There is No Chalk.]

Myrtle also drove me bonkers. "What do you MEAN this is the one part of England that has neither myrtle bushes nor bog myrtle???"

It's a blessing and a curse though, like you said, because I have learned so much about this area and why it's so special. It's beautiful to stumble into plot ideas and details based on conservation in this spot, I really wouldn't trade it for anything. (not even chalk)

#This is based on one of the Clanmew asks I'll be answering #Clanmew day is the 3rd btw #I think I will be responding to that person with a geological survey #welcome to bones' inbox where you ask 'what's the word for chalk' and he responds with 10 pages about northern english geology #bone babble

[zinjanthropusboisei]

The door in the meadow has been there for months. I enjoyed the enigma - I drew a little comic about it and now I have several thousand people in my notifications arguing about whether I should go through the possibly-magic-possibly-cursed doorway and embark on a heroic quest (For the record, having had a thorough education in, among other things, medieval Celtic literature and mythology and the perils of passage into otherworlds, I have not gone through the door).

The thing is, the door is still there. After my berry picking days of high summer, when I largely worked from home and walked that way every other day for an iced coffee and a break from the downstairs neighbor, I didn't go to the meadow until February. And it's still there. It's on university land, in one of the sprawling natural areas ancillary to campus, and I'd like to ask someone at the botanical gardens about it, but I'm worried that perhaps its continued presence is unsanctioned, and that drawing attention to it will run the clock out.

I'll be keeping a closer eye on the door these days though - that scrap of woods is also my calendar, the little brook usually surrounded by skunk cabbages poking up as the first sign of spring. The timing's all gone wrong the last few seasons, no snow then too much snow then floods. I last passed through on February 28th, and the cabbages were there - harder to spot without their blanket of snow. When a plant generates enough internal heat to melt a hole through a foot of snow, it tends to catch the eye. Less so when it's one spike of mottled burgundy-brown against a creek bed.

In my last visit, I was observed - several deer on the opposite side of the creek, separated by a small rill of water and a bank of reeds. I think I've failed to paint an adequate picture, from a topographic point of view. It's a place of nature, as dictated by the university's categorization scheme for its outer regions - a Natural Area, the So-and-So Woods Natural Area, a remnant of woodland that rises up and down around a small scrap of crick. In the middle is a meadow on top of the ridge, like a pause for sunlight, ringed by berry bushes. The ridge slopes down to the north to the stream, which is granted a brief reprieve between the severe constraints of an uphill golf course and the suburban neighborhood downhill where it is blinkered by culverts.

The door isn't the only human intrusion; there's a frisbee golf course on one end and a small seismic station on the edge of the meadow near the door (This at least will provide some truly unique scientific observations should there be a large-scale fairy invasion). It's the same kind of seismic monitoring set up that I used to rely on for research: a small solar panel and GPS unit at the surface, connected to the recording equipment in a big plastic tub weather-proofed as well as possible with duct tape and a tarp, all connected to the actual seismometer buried out of sight in the quiet earth, measuring its every twitch and rumble.

It's the GPS unit I'm thinking of; it doesn't only provide location, but also - more critically - time. To analyze seismic data - not just locating earthquakes but also things like identifying structures within the Earth - you need precise timing data. The calculations revolve around the time that it takes for seismic waves to travel through different rock layers, so you don't rely on local clocks in each individual recording unit; you use the GPS to synchronize. On one of the projects I worked on when I was a geology student, we were maintaining an array of seismometers across northern Tanzania, peering into the East African Rift. About a month after installation, the GPS units started to fail en masse across the array, and by the time we returned six months later to harvest all that lovely data that had been steadily filling up the SD cards, all but five of the clocks had failed. The timing was gone, and the data was useless - unmoored in time and therefore in space.

It's an apt metaphor, if it even counts as a metaphor given how literal the unmooring feels when it's over 60 degrees in upstate New York in February. My internal clock is set to berry time and skunk cabbages and when the lake water gets to be a swimmable temperature, and my clock is losing time. The door is a nice distraction, but it's not the most unnerving discontinuity in the woods.

#climate thoughts #writing #nature

[supgoddo]

YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE

Meet Milo!

He's a lil silly goofy guy, who's a marine biologist. He LOVES rambling about marine life and meeting new people. He tends to make friends with most people he comes across.

Despite being one of the high ranking Marine Biologist there, he is completely unprofessional or well, an unprofessional professional if you will. He has this certain way of doing things that are really questionable to those working in the same department as him, but they've grown to ignore it since his shenanigans somehow get him from point a to point b.

Although they are very fearful everytime Milo ends up discovering a new species, cause they k n o w he will name it something ridiculous and childish.

He loves to crack jokes and say random facts in a cursed manner, just to get a kick out of it.

Now, the more deeper facts about him:

Milo has a weighted stuffed Gulper Eel plushie named Mr. Eel!

Mr. Eel is basically his long life best friend, always carrying him around in his compartment. He treats this stuffed animal as if it's a living being.

Milo also has a sister named Penny. But, if you haven't noticed, they dont share the same name. Thats because Milo's parents, Amber and Morion, had adopted Penny a long while back when they were still teens.

He's 23 years old, Bi, and under the spectrum. Also adding that he is HIGHLY germaphobic

he's fearful of bugs and is more of a stand there and scream type of person.

His parents are both in the field of geology, hence the last name Mineral. But instead of becoming a geologist like them, he became a Marine Biologist, and works part time at aquariums.

He uses his tablet for almost everything, managing the robot in the deeper zone of the ocean, tracking people down, playing games on it, watching videos, ect

HE ABSOLUTELY L O V E S SWIMMING and is actually really good at it thanks to his legs

His eyes tends to dilate heavily when underwater, or just simply viewing something he absolutely adores. Although when he does tend to stare at something he adores observing he kinda looks like this

And here are some silly goofy Milo moments:

#storybot oc #Milo Marine Mineral #milo storybots #digital art #storybots #penny #penny packett #I love this mf so much you have no idea i am so normal about him #reference sheet #oc sheet #shitposts #GRRRR I ADORE HIM SM #yes thats a tan line and those are swimming goggles on his head #he has more hair than the two visable tuffs

[homochadensistm]

I’m working on a geology degree and these photos are making me droooool why do you live in the coolest place ever

It may be cool but it is incredibly Cursed, don't forget!

[wanderlustqueen-writes]

DRAW (AND DRABBLE) THIS IN YOUR STYLE!!! Original post here.

I hope I’m not too late for the party!

Congratulations @giuliadrawsstuff ​ on reaching those milestones, and thank you for gifting our fandom with your presence and your beautiful works  💜 _________________________________________

SFW/Teen And Up Audiences

Wordcount: 1k

The setting autumn sun cast its light over the heavy clouds, tinting the twisted branches and leafy ground in different shades of pink and orange. Robins and sparrows sang lazily into the day-end, as an early owl started its hooting, creating a transitional orchestra that tingled their ears as the cold breeze kissed their bare arms, carrying the earthy omen of rain. Levi stopped in his tracks, head up and eyes closed, and drew in a deep breath.

“We’re lost, aren’t we?” he exhaled, defeated.

“Uh? Of course not! I know exactly where we’re going.” Hange replied, still moving forward.

“You don’t” he defied, feet planted on the same spot. “We’re walking in circles.”

Hange stopped this time, looking back, one eyebrow shooting up in challenge.

“It’s the third time we’ve walked past that rock that looks like Mr. Shadis’ goatee.” He pointed at the mineral cone that reminded him of their college professor. When Levi signed up for the Introduction to Philosophy class, he had no expectations other than getting some much-needed elective credit. It wasn’t in his plans to make new acquaintances, let alone any friends, yet, here he was, hiking with the cuckoo geology major he had gotten to know over several Thursday nights at the university.

“Shit!” Hange cursed, eyebrows frowning as they examined the rock, the serious expression suddenly giving way to a wonderful titter “It does look like his goatee!”

Levi sighed, though, in all honesty, the thing he liked most about Hange was their easy laugh. Paired with their insatiable curiosity and kind heart. Their gorgeous brown eyes, which made any of those precious gems of theirs fade in comparison, weren’t bad either…

Levi cleared his throat. “We should just go back, It’ll be dark soon. You can get your soil samples or whatever another day.”

“Yeah, cool.” Hange replied, absent-mindedly, eyes gazing at a small clearing a few meters away from the goatee rock “But can we eat first?”

“I wouldn’t do that. Looks like it’s gonna rain”, he explained, pointing at the sky, but Hange was already moving to the chosen spot, setting the backpack they usually took to classes on the ground. He followed them, without energy or interest in arguing, after all, it was an opportunity to spend more time with his alluring colleague.

He started working the zipper to get his water bottle and the two granola bars he’d prepared for the short exploration, but stopped as he watched his companion setting their meal. First, Hange stretched a large, flowery tablecloth over the dry grass. Weird. Ok. Then, they started to take an endless parade of tupperwares from inside the bag.

“How the hell did you fit it all in this thing??” Levi asked, flabbergasted after the ninth container emerged from beneath the fabric.

Hange winked “It’s bigger on the inside.

”He couldn’t contain the amused puff that followed their reply. Levi had started watching Doctor Who after he learned the geologist was a fan of the show. It was a good move, as it allowed them to talk about something other than their college disciplines, which kicked off their friendship. Still, almost three months later and Hange had yet to make their move. Maybe the interest was one-sided, after all.

They sat side by side, so close that Levi could pick up on a citric aroma emanating from their shiny, yet messy hair. He was used to the oily smell of their brown locks, but the sudden change was pleasant. It was weird though, for Hange to wash their hair right before a hike.

Their purple sleeveless sweatshirt rubbed against his arms as Hange opened the containers, arranging the food over the ornated fabric in an aesthetically pleasing pattern. Generous bunches of purple and green seedless grapes. Tiny triangular sandwiches, filled with white cheese and leafy vegetables. Chocolate-covered cream cookies. Cakes. Toasts. Pastries Levi whose names didn’t even know. Steam emerged from the Thermos the second Hange removed the lid, the smell of orange and mint slowly being transported to his nostrils. Levi had been meaning to try that blend. He even mentioned it-

Suddenly, it dawned on him.

“Is this-” he started slow, hesitating as the terrifying thought he might be jumping to conclusions set off loud warning sirens in his head.

“What?” Hange asked casually, still focused on organizing their very romantic-looking meal.

They looked up slowly when Levi didn’t respond. The gorgeous brown gems scanned Levi so intently that it made a shiver run down his spine. He gulped.

Hange sat on their knees, shifting their body to face Levi. He’d never seen them so serious before.

“What?” they repeated.

“Is this a date?” Levi blurted out, inhaling sharply right after.

Calloused hands slid up his cheeks, as Hange brought their faces closer. Levi could feel his skin growing warmer under their fingers, and it wasn’t because of the shared body heat. “If I told you it wasn’t, would you be relieved?” they asked, eyes gazing sweetly into his, a semblance of vulnerability in them.

Levi let his palms fall to Hange’s forearms, caressing the soft skin and making the hairs in there shoot up “I would be disappointed.”

The radiant smile that they offered in response made Levi’s stomach flutter and his heart pound fast against his ribcage. He was hooked, and he didn’t mind it at all.

Levi’s hands moved from Hange’s arms to their waist, pulling them in for the kiss he’d been yearning for so long. He reveled in the feeling of their soft lips against his own, the wet warmness of their tongue asking for access, and the muffled moan they let out once it was granted. Hange’s hand moved to the back of his neck, seeking leverage to deepen the kiss, the other holding Levi in a tight embrace. He could stay in their arms forever.

Soon he felt a cold spot on his arm. Then on his face. On his neck.

“It’s raining!” Hange pointed out, moving to disentangle from Levi.

He held them closer, whispering against their lips “It’s alright. We’re not made of sugar.”

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Special thanks to the lovely Val (@youre-ackermine ) for helping me come up with the idea for this drabble, and to the amazing Terra (@dont-f-with-moogles ​) who sent me an ask for the drunk drabbles challenge with the prompt “Is this a date” which was perfect for this story! 

#levihan #levihan fanfic #levihan drabble #fluff #levi ackerman #hange zoe #modern AU #aot #snk #youre-ackermine #dont-f-with-moogles #lovely moots 💕 #squad denial #giuliadrawsstuff #congratulations Giulia!