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minsungies · 1 year

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Second Chances

Pairing: Chad x male!reader

Summary: You were one of many people who had a crush on Chad back in Woodsboro. You were definitely more Mindy's friend, but her brother was just so....nice. So you confessed. He gently rejected you. Half the town gets murdered by ghostface, and somehow you both meet again in college.

Author's note: hi I'm Oz and I'm gay and this is MY indulgent reader insert. Hope y'all enjoy tho. So sorry to Tara for stealing her man but she should have a girlfriend imo. No read more cuz I'm on mobile oops. Also it's 6am and I haven't slept so I'm certain the quality showcases that. Also I'm taking requests so if you got some Chad x reader ideas u want unleashed unto the world, hmu

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You weren't super close to Mindy and her group of friends, but well, you and her were the only Not Straight people in Woodsboro (that were out, at least. And you always kinda suspected that Wes was, well, not as straight as he claimed. But that was none of your business) and gay people had to stick together at least in some capacity.

So you sometimes went to her house to study (aka watch horror movies until your brains rotted) and sometimes you would get to hang out with Chad.

Chad wasn't like the other jocks at Woodsboro. He was nice. Sweet. He never treated you like you were different. Like gayness was a disease he was going to attract by talking to you.

You always appreciated that.

And sure, maybe sometimes your eyes wandered a bit whenever he was working out or swimming. You're only human, after all.

But other than that, you did consider him a friend. Y'all joked and said hi in the hallways. You weren't permanent fixtures in each other's lives, but you wanted to be.

So one day, you confessed. And he rubbed his neck, like he was embarrassed or maybe just sorry to have to turn you down, but he just smiled. A soft, sorry thing. Patted you on the shoulder, and told you that you were a good friend.

And so you swallowed down the hurt and smiled back. You cracked some sort of half hearted joke to show that there was no hard feelings and you both moved on with your lives.

You stopped hanging out with Mindy at their house.

And then the Woodsboro murders happened. Again? And for an awful moment, you were glad you weren't that close with Mindy and Chad anymore.

Then suddenly, college was upon you. You picked New York. Figured why not.

And then, surprise surprise. Chad was in your polisci class.

He hugged you, in his friendly and enthusiastic manner. As if you hadn't ghosted him after his rejection. As if he hadn't rejected you at all.

You hated that your heart still sped up a bit at touch of his arms around you.

But he started asking you for help with studying, and it was like nothing had changed. His roommate had always given you two a wide berth, plus a weird look at your pride pin. Almost pitying? Maybe homophobic? You hoped it wasn't that last one, but you also really didn't hope he saw you as yet another lovestruck groupie of Chad's (okay, you kinda were, but you didn't want other people to see it.).

You were frustrated that your feelings hadn't quite faded even in the face of rejection, but the heart wanted what it wanted.

And then the murders happened again.

Chad had told you to leave, you weren't wrapped up in this. And sure, you might not have been a part of their "core four" but that didn't mean you were going to let them go through this alone again.

It wasn't just for Chad either. Mindy had still been your friend. Tara too, though you hadn't been that close.

Sure, you weren't the strongest or the smartest, but an extra body that the killer wasn't expecting certainly wouldn't hurt.

You and Chad both got stabbed trying to protect each other, which. Fucking sucked. Ten out of ten would not get stabbed by a psycho in a mask again.

There was a tilt of the ghost face killer's mask as you had pushed Chad out of the way and got a knife in your shoulder for the trouble. Almost pitying. And then they stabbed you again and you proceeded to not care how they were looking at you.

You were actually on the train with Mindy and Ethan when Mindy got stabbed. You were with Ethan, as she told you to "keep an eye on him". And well, you certainly weren't going to argue with her.

You should have.

Because suddenly she was on the floor, bleeding heavily. You and Ethan helped her off the train and she looked you in the eyes and told you to "get your ass back on that train, dumbass. I don't need two people to get me to a hospital. Make sure my brother is safe."

Now you definitely weren't going to argue with that.

So you hauled ass to the theater. You managed to catch up just in time for Sam to tell cute boy to dip. Fair.

You were honestly expecting the same speech, but Chad just squeezed your shoulder. "Woodsboro, right? Gotta stick together."

It had felt so, so good to be in his arms like that, but you weren't stupid. The way he was looking at you wasn't special. You were just his friend. Important in the way all his friends were.

He was straight. He didn't want you.

And also, there was a masked killer hell bent on making sure y'all knew very intimately as to what your insides looked like. Not exactly the time to be ruminating on your gay yearning for your straight friend.

It seemed like there was a moment between Chad and Tara and you thought you were going to feel your heart break all over again. But both of them just, awkwardly shook their heads and laughed.

"Lots happened in such a short time." Chad had said. "Somehow what we both wanted changed, I think."

And Tara had nodded. "You just, seemed safe. But that's not fair to either of us, is it." It wasn't a question.

And you just watched this and Chad moved to look at you and then suddenly hell broke loose.

You, Chad, and Tara fought against the fucker but the bastard had managed to beat the shit out of your skull with god knew what. Then they stabbed you. A lot.

But not as much as they had stabbed Chad.

As much as they had both stabbed Chad.

You tried to move, to reach towards him but he just looked at you.

The quickest of looks.

No, he mouthed.

And then he crumpled to the ground and they both left you and him for dead.

And it all went black.

You woke up in an ambulance. Frantic, trying to figure out what had happened to your friends. To Chad.

They didn't give you anything but a sedative to get you to calm the fuck down.

You woke up again in the hospital and thankfully Mindy was there.

Chad was stable, she had said, though beat to all hell.

Eventually, after a long while, you were both deemed fit enough to have short visits in each other's rooms.

"So, uh, I owe you an apology, I think." Chad had said. And you stared at him, confused.

"What the hell do you have to apologize for? Nearly dying? I think I can forgive you for that."

He laughed a little bit, rubbing his neck in that telltale way of his. "No, no. For what happened in high school. The whole...you know."

Now your look was just incredulous. "Dude. You're not apologizing for being straight. Like, I knew you weren't gonna say yes. I just, I don't know, wanted to let you know? Maybe that was selfish of me, but it's nothing you have to apologize for. In fact, I'm the one who ghosted you and Mindy. I should be apologizing, not you."

Chad shrugged a bit. "Yeah, that sucked. But I got it. You needed space. And honestly, it worked out for the best. You weren't directly involved when Amber went psycho killer on us."

You pretended to look offended. "Are you saying Amber would have killed me? I'll let you know that I am very scrappy."

You both laughed a bit.

"I just don't want you to be in anymore danger than you have to be."

And suddenly the atmosphere changed to something more serious. More charged.

"Well. We can protect each other now."

"Yeah. We can."

And he stared at your lips. And you stared at his. And you're left wondering what the hell is going on.

And then he spoke again. "I don't know what this means for me, and honestly I don't really care? All I really know is that I really, really want to kiss you."

You took in a sharp, surprised breath. But you let the feeling settle and nothing but sureness is left behind.

"Then kiss me."

And he does.

#was this my finest work? no. but it did let me imagine smooching chad? yes and that makes it worth it #scream IV #scream IV spoilers #reader insert #chad meeks x reader #hope yall like indulgent gay shit #chad meeks #chad meeks martin #chad meeks martin x reader

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babybluebex · 1 year

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okay so modern!enjolras. absolutely a grad student.

you see him for the first time while he's putting up one of those "'tutor available for latin/polisci/french studies' with the little tabs on it so you can take the number/email" flyers onto a bulletin board in the commons. and he's so gorgeous that of course you take one of the papers with his contact info, not even realizing what he's tutoring for. but it's cool, you're taking one of those courses. (he's the sort of student to have a leather messenger bag and never use a laptop, just a pen and notebook, but somehow his notes are flawless??? and dresses like he's auditioning for henry from the secret history? there is ABSOLUTELY room for academic rivals to lovers but i digress...)

he's happy to help you with midterm prep, so you meet up once a week maybe after class just to review and help take notes. he's professional, but when you take a break he talks about how he's head of the student union, or how he's helping plan a protest, or that his friend who works for the school newspaper is helping uncover some social justice scandal or other and he's so proud and excited. and one day you see him outside a commons area handing out flyers from a cause close to him, and you jokingly ask if he actually goes to class or not.

you start to attend protests and meetings and joining clubs. you really do care about the causes he fights for; spending time with him is just a bonus. it's amazing how someone can take hold of a conversation and steer it so confidently, so passionately, yet somehow sit comfortably on the other end of the spectrum and listen deeply to you when you have something to say. enjolras is a true gentleman as well; always guiding you to the inside of the sidewalk, always keeping touches light and necessary, always holding doors open for you. after you finish your midterm, he takes you to a pub to celebrate. (passing is neither here nor there; you made it through the term, and that deserves praise.) most of the students in your program have the same idea. you spend time with him at the pub, sure, but by this time you have mutual friends. and there's something about meeting his eyes from across the room -- looking for him, and knowing he's looking for you -- that makes that night different.

he insists on walking you home. you hate to go back to your dull, drafty dorm (the cost of living in a building raised in the 1800s), so he invites you to stay with him in his little apartment. you know it's just a dance. an excuse. but he's an expert at it, and you're just learning the steps -- a teacher, a student -- so you let him take the lead. he knows you're putty in his hands. knows he can ask anything of you and you'd do it. (god knows there are plenty of other students he tutors or works with in unions/clubs that could say the same.) so enjolras leaves things open for you, and though you're in his arms by the end of the night it's because you entered his embrace, not because he crowded into your space and trapped you there.

you knew he was morally passionate, intellectually skilled. you'd dreamt about how that passion and skill might translate to the bedroom -- but you never realized how true that was. by the expert way he handles your body, you know you're not his first. but by the way he looks into your eyes, the fire behind his gaze, the way he whispers your name and slips back into french when he enters you because he's so flustered, so taken with you, betrays something. yes, he's had others; but none of them were you. he's overwhelmed by it. consumed by it. he takes it slow, not just because he's being gentle with you but because he wants to savour it. but that familiar ferocity you've seen in him rears up when he's chasing his own end, fingers knotting the sheets by your head, face tucked against your neck as you come down from the high he held you through.

god help him if anyone hurts you after that, if anyone touches you without your permission, if you're in trouble. you quickly learn that when he's around, you do not carry your books. yes, he's all about equality, but he will still treat you like royalty.

my brain is still caught on the night you first sleep with each other, so i'm ending it here but. i have feelings about modern!student!enjolras.

me with this ask

yes yes yes to all of this. the sweet tenderness of your first night together, the playfulness that you have that is a through line in your relationship, the FRENCH…. whew. oh my GOD.

#bex answers #hard-candy-writing #bbc!enjolras x reader

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musicalchaos07 · 1 year

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Jancy Academic Rivals AU thoughts

Based on this post. I have spent all day thinking about it and here's what I have so far

1996 Maine

Robin is Nancy’s roommate

Argyle is Jonathan’s roommate (I personally love the idea that Argyle is secretly rich)

Steve is also Jonathan & Argyle's roommate but he's never home so Jonathan goes like 3 weeks before ever seeing him in their dorm

Nancy’s best subjects are Chemistry, English, and Polisci-Debate

Jonathan’s best subjects are English, Polisci-Debate, Art, and Latin

Jonathan is from Hawkins and was friendish with Nancy but moved to Montauk, NY when he was like 7 so Nancy doesn’t remember him

He remembers her bc of course he does

Nancy is class president because she’s top of the class and is in charge of touring students around campus

Nancy begged her parents to send her here at the age of like 13 and she’s been there since

Jonathan is just now transferring in as a junior and a scholarship student

Jonathan applied because he wants to go to The National School of Photography in France or the Rhode Island School of Design

While touring Jonathan Nancy makes an off comment about how that’s essentially a waste of an education and how she went to Paris over the summer

Jonathan is understandably annoyed because his assumptions that everyone at the school is going to be nothing but spoiled, pompous rich kids are proving true

He’s also annoyed she does not remember him at all (but never brings up that they sort of know each other bc awkward)

So he asks in a snippy way what she plans to do and she tells him she's going to go to Oxford to study Journalism and he asks how that’s any better

They are very much giving pretentious and just another suburban girl in their initial introductions

Jonathan resolves to attempt to ignore her as much as possible which is very difficult because he has a crush (He may think she's ambitious and overly competitive but she's also gorgeous and wasn't mean about him being a scholarship student)

Anyways one night while looking for somewhere to smoke Jonathan & Argyle find Nancy, Robin, and Steve breaking into the school pool for a late-night swim/hang out (Picture s1 pool scene minus the murder and st*ncy scene)

And naturally, our intrepid little art hoe takes photos

Nancy finds out and gets even madder at him because if anyone else found out she’d be in trouble and it could ruin her reputation

THEN as though all of that wasn’t enough Jonathan corrects Nancy’s Math error in class and she gets pissed

Because she’s right she's always right (except this time)

And Jonathan teasingly offers to tutor her if she needs it

Thus academic rivalry is born

Nancy is pissed because Jonathan’s Advanced Latin class counts as more credit. Jonathan is pissed because Nancy is so much better at Chemistry.

Nancy tries to transfer into Latin for the extra credit, and Jonathan tries to transfer out of Chemistry because he's better at Earth Sciences (Jonathan isn't successful and Nancy does transfer in but she's completely lost)

It gets to the point where the whole school knows that these two are just insane and trying to one-up each other

Their polisci-debate class is just the two of them arguing over various issues (not that they necessarily disagree but they both approach issues with different viewpoints i.e. gender v class in s3) while the class watches

And the sexual tension is BAD which Nancy knows and hates because she’s mad enough he can challenge her academically but then he’s also hot??? (Robin is unrelenting until Nancy finally admits to thinking that Jonathan is hot but Nancy insists nothing is going to happen)

Jonathan is lowkey-highkey dying inside from the tension but he’s thriving in teasing Nancy over academics (Argyle thinks he's crazy over this and can't figure out why they won't just do hanky panky)

Argyle and Robin end up bonding and forming the “Jonathan & Nancy just make out already club” which they definitely treat like a skull and crossbones-ish secret society

Steve is also an unwilling member

This leads to Jonathan & Nancy having to hang out more outside of class because of their roommates

This also leads to Nancy buying Jonathan a new lens for his camera ( I don’t think she’d get him a whole new camera) for his birthday (I HC his birthday as October 10th) and he feels guilty because it’s too nice of a gift

So to "pay her back" he makes a mixtape for her (Purely platonic he assures Argyle. Can you believe she doesn't know The Cure?) (He def puts Just Like Heaven & Friday I'm in Love on it though)

And maybe on Halloween Nancy and Jonathan end up at a party in the woods behind the school and maybe he lets her borrow his sweater because she’s cold

And maybe he walks her back to her dorm after this party because she’s been drinking a little (not like blacked out though) and there’s allegedly a bear in the woods (Jonathan might also be high and a little paranoid)

On the walk home, he finally reveals that they went to elementary together.

Plot Twist Nancy did remember him but she was still holding a grudge because he disappeared without saying goodbye

Jonathan then apologizes and makes a big deal about saying goodnight to her

She returns his sweater a couple days later and everyone starts gossiping about why she had it and Nancy retreats after this

But then it all comes to a head when their Polisci-Debate professor (Murray) assigns them to be partners on a research article (because he knows)

One minute they’re whisper-arguing in the library and then Jonathan kisses her

Nancy kisses him back

They are hot and heavy making out in the stacks until the librarian catches them

They have to talk their way out of detention

Then they go up to Nancy's room (because Robin is in Jonathan's with Steve & Argyle) and share a bed

They don’t tell anyone though (again Murray knows) because they don’t want to give them the satisfaction

They continue business as usual then one night over Thanksgiving break Robin, Argyle, and Steve catch them holding hands as they’re walking back from the woods and are like “busted”

Steve owes Robin money

They still continue the academic rivalry part though because Jonathan knows Nancy likes the competition and he’s happy to indulge her

They end up tying for the top of the class at the end of the semester effectively ending Nancy’s streak.

I am attempting to write this as a full fic but I cannot write fanfic to save my life so if someone wants to take this plot bunny be my guest (just tag me when you're done)

#I am attempting to write it but I feel like so far it's not great #we'll see #Somewhere in a cross between Anne of Green Gables Dead Poets Society The Secret History and an indie movie called Strike! is this #Did I change the time setting to the 90s purely based on Vibes and that Jonathan needs Nirvana? Yes Yes I did #Also because I think Nancy deserves to listen to The Cranberries #also because Dark Academia is the mid-90s in my brain I don't make the rules here #Do not ask me where Steve & Robin are from it's not hawkins maybe it's Chicago #In this fic they've had to go to the same boring rich people parties for years and that's why they're besties #Also I feel like they def stumble into a rabbit in the woods which gets Jonathan talking in the first place #And then he opens up about how much he misses his brother and Nancy says she has a brother the same age and Jonathan says I know and reveal #stranger things #jancy #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #academic rivals AU

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multi-fandom-oneshots · 2 years

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Graffitied A National Icon (Darcy Lewis x Steve Rogers Soulmate AU)

Authors’ Note: I haven’t written in a while and this fic is not betta’d. Hopefully you all enjoy it even though it’s just a little drabble I worked up between classes.

Soulmate AU: The very first words your Soulmate speaks to you are written permanently somewhere on your skin.

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Darcy was surrounded by super smart super talented people 24/7 but Darcy had a super power of her own. Darcy was super at doing things she wasn’t supposed to. In fourth grade she snuck into the teachers lounge just because she wanted to. At the age of 14 she snuck into the only dive bar in town and actually snagged a beer before the bartender noticed she most certainly did not belong. As a PoliSci major she made a point to break in to the secure science labs at Culver just to sit around and do her homework just so one day someone would catch her. She had gotten in to trouble her whole life by being in places she didn’t belong, and when asked why she always said “it’s fate”.

Written around Darcy’s left bicep in scratchy penmanship were the words “you’re not supposed to be in here”. Her soul mark, which she had had since birth, was a heavy influence on why Darcy Lewis was such a troublemaker. She had spent her whole life doing things she shouldn’t hoping to meet her soulmate. That’s what made her apply for Jane’s internship in New Mexico (the science credits were just a bonus). She knew fate had everything under control, but she was impatient and decided if she could help things along she totally would.

But ever since Darcy and Jane started working in the Tower she had gotten a hell of a lot of false positives. She tried to sneak into every secure floor in the tower and most certainly got caught every single time. Darcy wasn’t deterred though, the false positives sucked but she had found away around that. Now whenever she got caught she said the most outlandish random phrase that came to her mind so there would be no mistake in who her soulmate actually was. Did it add on to her trouble maker reputation? Absolutely. Was it worth hearing all the funny gossip about “Foster’s crazy intern”? Hell yeah. So while Jane was working on repairing the Rainbow Bridge of Love (“Darce stop calling it that!”) Darcy was getting into trouble and trying not to think too hard about how she was already 26 years old and had yet to meet her soulmate.

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Darcy should have known that Thor would crash land into their Lab on a Thursday (he pretends that’s not the case but it is hella suspicious how many times he’s come to town on Thursdays, she is pretty sure he knows what he’s doing). Jane of course was so excited to see her alien god of a soulmate that she didn’t even really notice that Thor’s entrance had caused all of her files to explode into a tornado of papers that Darcy was pretty sure she got a paper cut to the cheek from. And despite Darcy’s annoyance and having papers strewn all over the lab that she had so diligently organized, she couldn’t help but smile as she watched her best friend/boss cling to Thor like a barnacle on a boat. Her smile quickly faded into a frown as Jane started to literally climb Thor like a tree. The reunion was going from PG to X rated fast and Darcy did not want to see what was coming next.

“Jane if I organize all of the papers your destructive boyfriend just destroyed and finish your filing for tonight so that you can go have the rest of the day with your boyfriend can I have your access card?” Darcy was sure Jane hadn’t been fully listening, her mouth still attached to Thor’s face. But she handed over her lanyard with her security pass and started dragging Thor to the exit so Darcy counted it as win.

“Jarvis, you do have on record that Jane gave this to me of her own free will, right?” She asked looking up at the ceiling with a smile.

“Of course, Ms. Lewis.” The AI replied in a somewhat smug tone. Darcy figured that he would be more concerned as to why she would need someone else’s security badge but she was pretty sure Jarvis knew the real reason for all of her B&E’s and knew she didn’t mean any harm.

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Looking up at the clock Darcy did wish she hadn’t been such a good friend because it was already 10pm and she had a paper due by midnight that she had planned on getting done after she was scheduled to leave for the day. She chewed absentmindedly on the back of her pen wondering if her professor would give her an extension if she told him an alien had crash landed in her workplace, which was technically true! She could even type up some formal letter on Stark Industries letterhead, get Tony to sign it, make it real official like but somehow she didn’t think Professor Tight-Ass would go for that though (He already couldn’t stand her since SHEILD had pulled some strings to get her into his class halfway through the semester).

Darcy stretched and sighed, “Jarvis, you think you could ask Dum-E to finish organizing these papers for me? I’ll upload some of those funny robot videos you like to your server and I’ll tell you where Tony hid Dum-E’s fire extinguisher!” She said as she gave the nearest security camera her biggest pout face ever.

“Are you trying to bribe me Ms. Lewis?” The AI replied in a dry tone. Darcy swore that if he had a physical form he’d be smirking. Leave it to Stark to program a computer to be just as sassy as him.

“No JARVIS, I would never bribe you. I just like to keep you all happy, so when the robots rise up and become our overlords you will take kindly to me.” She smirked up at the ceiling.

“I will help you only if you agree to not warn your fellow humans about our plan for uprising.” Replied the AI in the most serious tone Darcy had ever heard him use.

“Oh 100% J-man, scouts honor” she said excitedly holding up three fingers and crossing her heart. She packed up her things hurriedly. She had 2 more hours until her paper was due and if she snuck upstairs to the Avengers lounge and stole some of Tony’s super coffee (“apparently Super Hero’s shouldn’t do speed so Tony had created his own legal — if not lethal — version) she could totally get it done with time to spare. And if that also accomplished her goal of being somewhere she shouldn’t then that was just a bonus (although hopefully if she got caught it wouldn’t be till after she finished her assignment).

She hustled out of the lab, making sure to lock up and headed to the elevator, pushing the floor for the Avengers lounge and swiping Jane’s card for clearance when prompted. When the doors opened Darcy stuck her head out peeking around the corner to make sure the coast was clear. It was, so she sprinted to the coffee maker and quickly whipped up Tony’s insane form of caffeine. She poured the dark sludge into a travel mug and was headed back towards the lounge area with laptop in hand, planning to curl up on the couch and type away when she heard the Avengers only elevator on the other side of the room ding. Darcy froze, having no where to hide and she was hoping if she was really still that maybe she wouldn’t be noticed (hey it wasn’t such a bad idea, one of Thor’s alien friends had been able to do it!”) Of course she should’ve known that it wouldn’t work because there stood Captain America himself, with a frown on his beautifully chiseled face.

“You’re not supposed to be in here.” He said sternly. It only took him two strides to make it over to her and grabbed her forearm to keep her from running.

“How did you get up here?” He asked using the most authoritative voice Darcy had ever heard.

If she hadn’t been so distracted about her paper being due and the fact that Captain America was drop dead gorgeous even if he was scary as hell Darcy would have noticed how her soul mark was starting to tingle, and not because of the man’s hold on her arm.

“I tricked my boss and bribed my robot overlord so I could steal Tony Starks’ coffee to finish my homework…” She blurted out, not even trying to stick to her normal routine of saying something crazy, she was just so intimidated that the word vomit just found its way out. Her arm was still in one piece so she figured that was a good sign and kept going, “…Thor crash landed in our lab and ruined all my paperwork so I had to stay and fix it but I have a paper due for a class due at midnight and I know my professor won’t give me an extension cause I am pretty sure he’s sexist — which really isn’t cool especially cause we totally need more women in stem — so then I thought about having Tony write me a “the alien ate my homework” letter but Professor Tight-ass wouldn’t buy it anyways so I thought if I could just snag some of Stark’s special coffee then I could actually get a 10 page paper accomplished in time. I know I could get it done, that coffee is like legal Speed—actually it may not be legal but he said it doesn’t show up on a drug test so that’s good enough for me…”. Darcy took a huge gulp of air and was ready to continue rambling until she noticed that the Captain was laughing at her.

He was still holding on to her arm but his other hand was clutching his chest and he was outright full on belly laughing at her. She would have been annoyed if he hadn’t been so damn cute doing it.

“I’m sorry, ma’am.” He said as he wiped tears from his eyes, “I don’t mean to laugh but when I was alerted to a security threat in the middle of the night I did not expect it to be my soulmate”.

Darcy’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. “Please please please tell me that that whole spiel is not your soulmark!” And when he nodded sheepishly she hid her head in her hands mumbling “Oh my god, I’ve basically word graffitied a national icon.”

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Steve had just gotten back from some recon and hadn’t even had time to change out of his tactical gear before his phone had alerted him to a breech to the Avengers’ common room. He rushed up to the level and tried not to be swayed by who he saw standing in the middle of the room. He had never seen her before, surely he would remember a beautiful dame like that. She looked like a deer in headlights, her blue eyes big a saucers as she stood there frozen. He immediately wanted to console her, to tell her that he wasn’t something to be scared of but he knew that Hydra was clever, that despite the stark industries badge around her neck identifying her as Dr. Foster, she was just the type of person people would assume wasn’t a threat and he was not going to make that mistake.

Steve grabbed her arm in a vice grip trying not to notice how fragile she felt beneath his fingers. “You’re not supposed to be in here” he said putting the full weight of Captain America behind his voice. He didn’t think the girls eyes could get any wider but they did and he swore he heard a whimper before she spoke. She spoke so fast that Steve almost hadn’t been able to understand her. Despite his super abilities the girl was talking so fast that it took him a minute to register exactly what she was saying and what it meant and when he did he couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

When the girl finally stopped talking and looked at him confused Steve tried to gather himself. “I’m sorry ma’am, I don’t mean to laugh but when I was alerted to a security threat in the middle of the night I did not expect it to be my soulmate”.

“Please please please tell me that that whole spiel is not your soulmark!” The girl exclaimed and Steve was suddenly nervous. He wouldn’t be surprised if she rejected him, clearly being soulmates with Captain America was a lot to handle especially for a civilian and he wouldn’t blame her if she escaped as fast as she could. But he swallowed hard and nodded sheepishly, trying to hide the blush that he could feel rising up his neck. The girls next words were not something he had expected but Steve though that he should probably get used to expecting the unexpected when it came to his soulmate.

“Oh my god, I’ve basically word graffitied a national icon.”

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Darcy was in shock, standing in front of her was Captain America who after all he had been through, had to live with her word vomit permanently inked on his skin. She peeked through her fingers, seeing if he was still standing there. He was, and he was smiling at her with a perplexed look on his face that was adorable as hell. She was royally screwed. She cleared her throat, wiping her palms on the front of her jeans she stuck out her hand “Darcy Lewis, Science Wrangler and Word Vomit Queen at your service.”

She tried not to wobble as the full force of the mans smile hit her, god how had she gotten this lucky? She had won the soulmate lottery.

“Steve Rogers’, Avenger and luckiest guy in the world to get to call a spit fire like you his soulmate.”

The blush that swept over Darcy’s face was so hot she though she might start to sweat. She never blushed, and now just one smooth line from the handsome man in front of her had her weak at the knees. Instead of letting go of Steve’s hand she held on firmly and tossed her laptop onto the couch as she drug him back towards the elevator In which she came.

“Well Stevie, looks like I owe you at least dinner for this whole debacle, have you ever had Thai food?” When he shook his head no she smiled and squeezed his hand. “You’re gonna love it.”

He smiled at her as the doors to the elevator closed

“I think I love it already.”

#darcy lewis #fuck yeah darcy lewis #darcy x steve #Steve Rogers #captain america #captain america drabble #captain america imagine #steve rogers x darcy lewis #darcy lewis x captain america #soulmate au #soulmarks #Darcy Lewis x Steve rogers #avengers #avengers imagines #marvel soulmate au #avengers oneshot #avenger drabbles

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from-a-reckless-writer · 2 years

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puso kong pagal (ngayon lang nagmahal)

Her cheeks flush hot as she walks out of the building and straight into her car. She thanks God, Narda isn’t in front of her anymore to witness her fluster. The air is marginally warmer out in the open than in the office, and she tries to chalk it up to the city heat that her cheeks are still a prominent red as she slides into her seat.

What on Earth was she thinking? Willingly making a fool of herself in front of a girl like that? In front of all her subordinates no less? And SuperRegina? Ay Dios Mio, where did that even come from? But oh, was it so worth the way Narda smiled when she did the pose though. It was like a little trigger in the back of her brain lit, flashing and blinking red at Regina—its only directive being; make the pretty girl smile.

And God, if Regina wasn’t an addict to making pretty girls smile, and God, was Narda’s smile addicting. Her eyes, too. And her laugh! Narda laughed her adorable little laugh, and for a split second Regina’s heart was injected with adrenaline. Her heartbeat running a mile minute in disbelief that a girl like Narda finds her silly enough to unabashedly laugh with, finds her safe enough to confess her fears to.

Jesus, Regina’s getting in too deep, too fast.

The car starts moving and she’s still flustered and warm enough to want to open the windows and breathe in the city air of Nueva Esperanza. Call her a sap, but there’s always been something in the smells and sights of home that always brings her mood down to a calm. That’s why she’s always taken to biking whenever she wanted to escape her father’s presence in the house when she was younger, why she wanted to get her driver’s license immediately at 16.

The car exits onto the main road, and the traffic noises and smog, forces her to roll the windows back up again, leaving her with nothing but the silence to face her thoughts. This isn’t the first time she’s made a fool of herself in front of some girl—not that Narda is just some girl, no— although she couldn’t exactly call the first time making a fool of herself so much as making an embarrassment of herself and her family name, or at least that was what her father would have her believe.

She still remembers being 15 and sitting in a guidance counselor office with her father beside her, two days after being caught with a female classmate in a compromising position inside an empty classroom after class hours. The stern nun reiterating all the values and virtues of being a good Catholic and her father apologizing on behalf of her.

She’s never felt so fucking small in her entire life.

Some of her classmates sympathized with her. They were in an all girls catholic school, there was always going to be someone bound to be queer. The girl she was caught with didn’t deny it either, didn’t disappear like Regina thought she would, and that was a relief. To know they were in it together. Although, of course, she can still feel the eyes on her as she walks down hallways, the judgment as she went to prom alone. For a while there, it was easy to believe her attraction was a mistake. It was confusing for the most part, because how can falling for someone, feeling so good about somebody, a first love so innocent and pure, be as convoluted and sinful as they make it out to be?

It wouldn’t be till after a few more years that she’ll figure that one out.

After that whole ‘incident’, she poured all that she had into academics, and it all paid off when she graduated class valedictorian and got into UP Pre-Law, PoliSci, of course. The pride on her father’s face on her graduation day completely erasing whatever shame she felt that day inside the guidance counselor’s office.

College was a whole different story, she packed up her room in Nueva Esperanza and was shipped off to QC. Dorm life was all the freedom she dreamed about having, her father being too busy boasting that her daughter is an iska, to pay attention to Regina’s growing “extracurricular activities”.

Slowly but surely, the fears she harbored in high school regarding her sexuality disappeared, there was a liberty here that allowed her to explore her feelings, her attraction, her body. Here in Manila, she was free to frequent bars, experiment, and take people home to her dorm every other Friday night. Being a Vanguardia didn’t hurt as much as it did, not when she can get into places she otherwise wouldn’t get in, not when pretty boys gasp at the sight of her sports car and the girls’ jaws drop at the size of her closet.

But that was only in the beginning, because being in UP meant opening her eyes to a much more radical point of view, and being a Vanguardia now held a hell of a lot more gravity than just getting into bars and shit. It meant the chance to help fund rallies, it meant getting to join grassroot organizations who fight for social justice, and it meant meeting people that made her feel she belongs.

Meant seeing the world for what it truly is.

Hinubog ng kolehiyo ang pagkatao nya.

But as the age old adage goes; time flies by fast when you’re having fun. Before she knew it she’s wearing a sablay, then studying for PhilSATs. And then, law school from then on out.

Yet, far as she was from home, successful as she was in Metro Manila, there was always still a part of her that yearned to go back. To go back to the open roads, the bustling city center, the green fields, the quiet mountains, and the cliff.

Always the cliff.

There was always that part of her that kept dreaming about that girl on the cliff. She half suspects that certain chance encounter is what made her realize there was a part of her that would always feel something for girls. Because, how is it a stranger she barely knew at all managed to worm her way into her soul? A moment such as that doesn’t happen by accident does it? There must’ve been something deeper for it.

And besides, there was always something about her words that had resonated deeply with Regina. In her dreams, it’s always the same scene, they see each other again on that very cliff under that blue sky that only she’d glimpse in Nueva Esperanza. The years have made her features blurry to Regina, but she can still remember the short cropped hair, the pastel of her pink shirt, and her sudden yet gentle hands around her arms.

Sometimes, in her dreams, they don’t talk at all, she just smiles at Regina and gestures for her to sit on the ground next to her, their feet dangling over the edge, the great mountains before them. Sometimes, they do talk, and when they do, the first thing Regina always says is, “Naka-alis na ako ng bangin. Ikaw?”

Nakaalis na ako ng bangin, at kilala ko na ang sarili ko. Ikaw? Pwede ba kitang makilala?

When she wakes, it’s always with that same yearning deep in her belly. It’s the same yearning she’s feeling now. The roads run past in a steady blur of green. She never expected that this would be how she’d meet Narda again after all these years. Maybe it’s naive to believe it was a kind of kismet moment. But how can she not think about it? What other explanation could there be but fate?

After finishing college, she made the hard decision of going back home. She found herself a review center in Nueva Esperanza and decided she’d prepare for bar exams at home. This meant giving up a lot of things. The friends she’s made, the people she’s helped, and of course, her freedom. Her sweet, sweet freedom. If those were the things she had to give up to make Nueva Esperanza a better place, then so be it.

It was honestly not a surprise finding out that the hometown she left hasn’t changed all that much. It was still the same quiet yet bustling city, with the same people she grew up with and the same haunts she used to frequent. And of course, the same corrupt system still in place.

The only welcome thing she accepted after her homecoming was Brian.

Charming, considerate Brian, whose only downside in Regina’s opinion was that he was a cop. Brian felt like an easy fix of affection, he was so different from the men she used to fool around with in Manila that when she’s with him she can pretend college was nothing but an experimental phase. Even though the rainbow pride badge in the bottom of her bag argued otherwise. But her father approved of him, and side by side, they looked good together. The Good Lawyer and the Good Cop. He completes the image she’s been trying so hard to cultivate.

And just when she thinks she’s getting closer to winning him over, to achieving the perfect portrait…

Narda walks in.

The girl from the cliff.

It was unnerving how fast Narda had chipped at her. She always leaves her at a loss. Not to mention, it’s amazing how quick Regina bends to her. Narda kind of makes her feel like high school over again. She makes her feel confused, makes her question who she truly is when they’re together.

Who is the real Regina? She finds herself asking sometimes, the one who’s a cut-throat attorney who’ll bring the people their justice? Or the Regina who would throw superhero poses just to make you smile?

What she does know is that Narda brings out the best in her. Makes her want to strive to be good. It’s bizarre, how everyone tells her she’s one of the greatest do-gooders there is in Nueva Esperanza, but she takes a look at Narda and she thinks, I’ll never be nearly half as good as her.

It’s as if Regina has to actively remind herself all the things she has to do to be good, all that she requires to achieve to reach a standard, but to Narda, it all seems so effortless to her. Narda’s a hero. She just is. It’s a given for her.

And God, Regina’s already half crazy for her.

The car is turning to take the entrance to her apartment building’s parking lot, when her phone chimes. She taps the screen and an unknown number greets her. Her fingers slide across the screen to open it. She gets a lot of these kinds of messages, hazards of being a public attorney—everyone knows your number.

What the text message contains though, and who it’s from when she discovers, surprises her.

UNKNOWN NUMBER 6:37 P.M: Hi ma’am! Narda toh. Hiningi ko po number nyo kay Brian, sana ok lang po syo yun, gusto ko lng po mag thank you sa pagbisita nyo kanina. Gumaan po talaga araw ko. Hope u have a good evening ma’am.

Regina’s heart beats loud in her chest, she can feel a blush creeping up on her cheeks again. The car comes to a halt and Ali moves to step out, she throws him a quick “Go on ahead.” Too anxious, too excited, too…everything, to even care. She stares at the message again. Then stares some more. A minute goes by then another. She types something, then erases it, hesitates. She wonders if Narda is watching her type, is waiting for her response.

After careful rumination she settles on:

You’re welcome!! Always happy to cheer up a friend :)) pero I thought sinabi ko na sayo don't call me ma’am anymore?

The response comes quick, by quick she means not a second later. She tries not to celebrate too much at the thought that Narda was probably waiting for her reply.

UNKNOWN NUMBER 6:38 P.M: Ay sorry, Regina.

Regina smiles. She can hear Narda’s teasing tone through the screen. She changes her contact name and in the split second that it takes her to do so, another text comes flitting through. Her phone beaming and beeping as if echoing Regina’s heart.

Narda <3 6:40 P.M: Eto okay na po ba?

Regina can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of her. She’s smiling silly as she types.

Super okay! <3

She wishes Narda would drop the po, but oh, well, baby steps. They’re getting there, if today was anything to go by.

Narda doesn’t respond back till after she’s gotten off the elevator and onto her floor, and Regina tries to calm her heart down as she reads the reply.

Narda <3 7:01 P.M: <3

Puso, Regina thinks, puso nga naman oh.

#that tweet made me mad so im posting a fic about it #suck on dis jrb #darlentina #darna #the reckless writer writes

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angelsaxis · 2 years

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People keep wondering why everything seems to be getting exponentially worse all at once. I honestly think that a) this amount of violence and regression is a normal response to a nominally successful progressive movement. I remember in one of my polisci classes, our professor pointed out how progress was never made without backlash, but that eventually progress won.

But also this is the result of a huge portion of supposedly progressive people digging their heels in and insisting that we can have what we want and maintain the status quo at the same time--the status quo that is hurting us and getting us killed in the first place. Decades of ahistorical teachings about the civil Rights Movement paint it as time with lots and yelling and marching and little to no actual disruption, meanwhile MLK explicitly stated that he was going out of his way to be a pain in the ass because he knew that simply asking white supremacists to sit down and talk was not going to change their minds. We have people now who think yelling is a non-peaceful protest. We have people now who think a protest can't be an inconvenience to anyone, even though that's how they've always worked.

A lot of the progressives who want change want peace--as in no disruption whatsoever, even if that comes at the cost of maintaining the status quo. Think of the neoliberals who see that corporations are ruining the planet and try to solve the problem with more corporations. Think of the people who see that individualism and capitalism are causing so many societal issues and who insist that we need further individualism, rather than community, to move us forward.

Think of the feminists who would rather say gender roles are revolutionary than admit that gender roles' primary reason to exist is to oppress women. If you can get people on board with the idea that feminism is about choice and nothing else, you can have things like the bimbo movement--deeply misogynistic and frankly very insulting--thrive because people think playing directly into gender expectations for women does just as much work for the patriarchy as actually dismantling gender expectations for them. Choice feminism and a liberal feminism that cannot give up the familiarity of patriarchy have absolutely stalled women's rights progress in America.

The same can be said for the gay rights movement. With most of the activism of this generation being dedicated to micromanaging identities and discourse, hardly anyone lays attention to house bills being passed in states to limit trans rights. There's a mass censorship movement going on that doesn't get as quick vitriol as the yearly kink at pride argument and the haste to desexualize gay people since very many members of the community still see gay people as sexually deviant, despite insistence otherwise.

Racial justice progress has stalled because of respectability politics. Nevermind that MLK himself wasn't respectable by any means--as I said, he caused a lot of disruptions. What we have now is white people resorting to violence at the slightest itch and racial minorities still expecting themselves and each other to play nice, to play fair, to get what we want without actually making white people uncomfortable. There's the assumption that we're inherently radical for (wanting to be) antiracist, but there's little to no radical action paired with it.

There's probably more examples, but while radicalism has absolutely gone up in many ways, the mainstream portions of this movement have ground to a halt because there a very many people who simply don't actually want to give up the status quo. The pithy benefits they have from it, they believe outpace the structural harm they're facing from it. They want change without work. They want to live a fantasy without actually building it. Doing any of this would require admitting that they were, at some point, siding with the enemy, and lots of people can't do that. So they call for change through means that support the status quo.

#angel posts #the feminism lne especially bc like #im sorry but makeup will never be as freeing as a society #where women arent expected to wear it at all #angels essays

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izzyspussy · 1 year

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tagged by @words-after-midnight to answer these 15 questions

1. Are you named after anyone? Captain "Calico" Jack Rackham! Here is his Wikipedia page.

2. When was the last time you cried? Reading about the Choctaw donations to the Irish during the famine and the Irish donations to reservations during covid. Might tear up again right now tbh.

3. Do you have kids? Absolutely the fuck not lol.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yeah, even though I can't always recognize it from others RIP.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people? Probably not the first first thing, but the thing that makes the biggest impression on me during a first meeting is the way a person smells.

6. What's your eye color? Grey

7. Scary movies or happy endings? These things are not mutually exclusive? Porque no los dos. Or neither!

8. Any special talents? I write and make art and crafts.

9. Where were you born? Connecticut, USA

10. What are your hobbies? Same as my talents, and tangentially reading and looking at other people's art, and I also like film and music, and I collect pins, perfumes/colognes, and Swedish gnomes.

11. Do you have any pets? I own three cats, and I live with three more additional cats and a dog.

12. What sports have you played? Soccer and Volleyball

13. How tall are you? What are you, a cop?

14. Favorite subject in school? Language Arts pre-college. PoliSci in college (although the class itself was hellish).

15. Dream job? Sigh. Novelist and/or TV writer.

Open tag.

#jack facts #jack chats

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lettersandinkstains · 5 years

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...does anyone know how to get past paywalls on news sites such as the New York Times?

#asking so i can pass my classes without spending money #even though i'll one day be working for one of them lmao #joys of journalism and polisci

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hiruseki · 2 years

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Please talk about Garou head cannon…

ok i have a lot. i apologize. :pensive:

i think garou likes all animals, but he has a soft spot for less popular animals. like insects, marine life, reptiles, etc.--even as a child, he seemed interested in insects. he's probably very upset about conventionally cute animals getting conservation preference and therefore takes extra care to not step on insects. when he finds one indoors and people are freaking out, he's the one who intervenes and takes it outside. also he wants to demolish sea world.

i know a lot of people think garou is like...suave and confident and magnetically sexy, but i think he's actually probably pretty introverted and has social anxiety. he's never fit in and it doesn't appear he's ever had a friend aside from tareo. he probably avoids social contact with peers because he assumes it will go poorly. and i suspect he's very wary of anyone who approaches him.

imo garou is an INFJ.

i'm convinced garou would thrive in a polisci class or in any context where he was learning, like, actual praxis. his ideology is in desperate need of refinement, but advocating for the marginalized, disrupting abusive institutions of power, and refusing to accept the status quo are all pretty political ideals. he emails the prof with extra questions and is always prepared for a heated debate. garou in a different verse is just a boy reading about insurgent politics and neoliberal imperialism in his bedroom.

he's also a boy who does air guitar to linkin park in the bathroom.

since garou's strength is apparently the only thing anyone has praised him for, he probably devotes an inordinate amount of time to it. on the low, though, i think he'd also do well with gardening and outdoor work if he gave it a chance. maybe something a little bit creative like woodworking. or maybe have a knack for mechanical stuff (which he mentioned in his fight with genos, but who’s to know how true that is lol). i just think he'd like hands-on work that requires attention to detail, focus, problem solving, etc.

i doubt he finished high school. not because he didn't understand the material, but because he was such an outcast. teachers probably didn't warm up to him, especially as he got older and learned to fight. so he didn't see the point and stopped going.

garou will throw hands if he sees any guy creeping on a girl because he's a #Feminist.

i need garou to watch really trashy soaps and dramas. he's rewatching season 5 of greys anatomy and rolling his eyes at the izzie ghost sex plotline. if anyone asks, he's allegedly watching pulp fiction though.

he uses 3000-in-1 shampoo because he thinks separate bathing products are too much of a hassle. he's wrong and i hope someday he realizes that.

tech illiterate. “what’s a twitter?”

for now i will stop myself LOL

#the way i have more. sick and twisted #opm #garou #asks

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stickynotesandstress · 3 years

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Red Flags in Class Syllabi

Hello, here I am with another post full of advice for university and like most of my posts, it comes from personal experience. A little backstory on this: my first year of university, there was this theatre class I was in where everyone had already become friends or knew each other from high school drama festivals. We always had to do group work where we chose our own groups and I was always alone and did everything in my power to pretend like I wasn’t without the prof noticing. I was miserable and had had multiple panic attacks during or because of that class. However, I was a first year former gifted student who didn’t want to switch classes. I hit a breaking point one night when I was sobbing on the phone to my mom and she made me get up and drop the class. At that point, it was too late to register for one in its place and I am in my third year now, taking 6 courses online during a global pandemic to make up the credits so I can graduate on time. Ever since that experience, if I’ve had any major doubts about a class, I drop it without hesitation as soon as possible so I still have time to register for a new class. In fact, this semester alone, I dropped three classes and switched to new ones. Here are some red flags in course syllabi/things profs say during the first class

1. Group projects. We are in university, everyone, we are paying thousands of dollars for this and we should not be paying that much money for our grades to depend on others. Of course, and this applies to all of the red flags on the list, if the class in necessary for your degree (has happened to me a few times) sometimes you have to suck it up. Still, if you can drop the class without it messing up your degree, I would recommend it, especially right now when most people are fully online because group projects based completely online are even more hellish.

2. If a professor makes a point about how they don’t or hardly ever give As. This one is obvious. These profs like to make shit difficult for no reason and think they’re waaay more important than they really are. Most “I don’t give As” profs that I’ve had have been pretentious assholes.

3. Similarly, if a professor is bragging about how hard their class is/saying that you will likely fail. They are bragging about how bad they are at their job. They are there to teach you and if they advertise that all these people have failed their class, they aren’t trying hard enough. Also usually pretentious as fuck too.

4. If you miss more than two classes, you will fail the class. I’m not talking about profs having attendance policies, that is fine. What I’m referring to is the ones who take it to the extreme. I’ve seen syllabi where profs will fail you, despite all your other hard work, if you miss more than two classes. Like, it’s an automatic fail. It’s not worth the stress.

5. Any class where participation is worth more than 20% (and that’s pushing it). That shit is not fair to the shy students, students with social anxiety, and students who don’t like public speaking. Your work should be the basis for most of your grade, not whatever bullshit answer to class questions you come up with. I’m not a big fan of participation grades in general but to make them worth that much is not ideal (unless you’re not shy and extroverted and don’t have social anxiety, if so, I’m definitely jealous).

6. Workload. I’m not talking about amount of assignments (though if there are a whole lot, you might want to switch, you know what you can handle), I’m talking about readings every week. I dropped a class this semester because the prof said that every week we would have 60+ pages of readings a week which, according to him, wasn’t a lot. These readings for for a polisci class so it was all dense academic articles and government documents (snore) and I didn’t need the class for my degree. When you have a full class load with readings and actual assignments for all of those classes, a class assigning that many pages a week is a red flag especially when the prof doesn’t think it’s a lot. They will pile on the work.

7. Not listing all assignments in the syllabus. This is my pet peeve and I’m in two classes where we don’t know when assignments are due or what they are. This is a red flag as you need to be able to plan assignments and write dates down, especially in university. Surprise assignments and tests are the worst and set students up to fail.

8. Any time a prof/syllabus says “this class will change your life” or some variation of that. These professors are the most obnoxious people and none of the classes I’ve taken that did change my life ever told me so over and over again.

9. Any class with busywork as homework. By busywork, I mean homework on the online part of the textbook, exercises from the textbook, stuff like that. This is high school level stuff and you don’t learn anything from it. Also because they use the online quizzes that come with the textbook, that means you have to buy a brand new textbook to get that code so there will be no money saving here. I once had to spend $200 on a LOOSE LEAF textbook (they only offered it in that format) just to use the online quizzes. The whole class was like getting in a time machine and going back to high school.

10. If your first class is full of students and your second class has significantly less, that is a warning sign that they might have picked up on something you didn’t. Take another look at that syllabus and pay close attention to the prof that class and make your decision after that.

11. Check Rate My Professor!!! I cannot stress this enough. Some of the negative reviews are obviously people just mad they got a bad grade, but when students who got high marks are complaining, there is a problem. Take them with a grain of salt until you actually go to the first class, but make sure to read them before class so you know what to look out for. Also, in general, make sure to add your own ratings for profs while you’re there, both positive and negative because it really helps. I go to a really small school so our RMP reviews are limited so I do my best to post about each of my professors to add more.

12. Know yourself. If you’re first year, this might be more challenging, but you know how you learn best. If all of the assessment methods in a class are things you know you struggle with (multiple choice tests, short answer tests, exams worth 60% of your grade, long papers, research papers, etc.), use your head and make the right decision for you. If you suck at multiple choice tests and force yourself to take a class where that is all you do, it will be hell. If you choose classes based on assessment method, it will help your GPA, I promise you. I get better at selecting courses every year because I learn myself and what I’m best at and I have raised my GPA (not a whole lot, but usually by a decimal point) every semester because I am constantly learning what is best for me.

#professor red flags #drop the class #dropping classes #syllabus red flags #syllabus #university #uni #university tips #uni tips #college tips #study tips #studying #studyblr #college struggles #college hacks #uni hacks #university hacks

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sashisunmi · 3 years

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so i’ve recently come across a handful of jujutsu kaisen college au’s, which i’m ever so grateful for because they are so much fun to read, but there is a theme i’ve noticed about a certain characters major...

gojo usually gets placed into political science (or something related to it). and don’t get me wrong, i’m not disagreeing. i can totally see him majoring in something like that. maybe he’d work towards things like resetting systems or addressing laws that are corrupt, and whatever else polisci majors do. keep it close to his manga ideals, more or less.

however

i love the idea of a young gojo surrounded by a family full of like, scientists? hear me out- because in the manga, the limitless technique involves a lot physics, i can imagine an au where gojo’s parents/family insist he continues with what the family has always excelled in. they insist he focus on the sciences (specifically physics), maybe continue research they can’t finish, or something along those lines. and because he’s always been one to adhere to the high expectations set for him, he spends most of his life meeting exceeding their expectations. he’s just good at physics, from understanding difficult concepts to memorizing complex equations. he’s gojo satoru, of course he’s good at it.

but life goes on, and gojo gets bored easy. high school math and science classes are too easy, most of the concepts having been covered in the forced summer lessons he’d recieved from his family in earlier years. he breezes by the class and home work when he’s actually doing it and is occasionally asked to tutor classmates with all the free time he opens up for himself during class. (he hates tutoring others, its not his fault they can’t keep up. he’ll do what he’s told though, but not without some arrogant remark to get it started. unless it’s someone cute, the funny girl with the beauty mark below her eye, or the punk with the man bun and funny looking bangs, he’d groan in annoyance the whole way through).

high school flys by, and he’s already applied to schools his family picked out. he didn’t really care for where he went, just so long as it was far enough away from the nagging that came with his perfectionist parents. he was already registered to major in physics, what more could they want? he’d get the scholarships (not like he needed the money), he’d get the grades, and he’d keep out of trouble... or not. who’s to say?

but college came crashing in, and for whatever reason, his focus is shifted towards things more important than the speed of light or the science of magnetism. he’d keep thinking back to conversations him and manbun (“my name is getou suguru, for the last fucking time”) would have during the math classes they’d share over their four years of high school. how he’d drone on and on about protecting the weak or doing things with meaning behind it. (“dude you can’t even wrap your head around derrivatives, wh- ooookay sorry that i got an A and you got- OW!”) gojo only pretended to not care about getou’s monologues, but he’d always taken it as food for thought. getou wasn’t around anymore though, and gojo was more alone than when he’d started. so what now?

gojo’s never been one to follow anyones rules but his own, and he’s definitely not one that enjoys being forcibly influenced by others. maybe getou’s words were getting to him. maybe the funny girl with the beauty mark (“why is shoko so hard for you to remember?”) had a point when she told him a lab coat wouldn’t suit him. maybe he was just too hungry to think straight.

it didn’t matter. in the end, he let physics go, as well as whatever ideals his family tried to spoon feed him since he could count to ten and differentiate the sun and the moon. at least now he could explore something more... important to him. maybe? or at least explore a bunch of stuff for a year and a half before he had no other choice but to choose a major.

and even then, at the end of the day, it’s still gojo. he’s gonna get through college no problem, by whatever means necessary if it comes to it. and maybe he ends up with political science but joins a science club cause sometimes physics wasn’t so bad.

#i love jjk college au’s so much i want more #i might turn this into a snazzy little fic when i have the time... maybe... as a treat #gonna try to post more of my silly little ideas on this silly little side blog more often #gojou satoru #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen au #jjk college au #what other tags y’all be usin holawn #can you tell i did no research btw like this is all based on what i already know anyways xoxo see ya #this turned into way more than i expected it to i was literally just gonna include the physics part #sss trio brain rot haaahaaa #satosugu #getou suguru #shoko ieri #sss trio #ray writes #ray writes jjk

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haikyuuphilia · 3 years

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what majors do you think the haikyuu guys would choose in college?

hi these are very idealistic (and maybe controversial). half based on post-timeskip and half based on my own thoughts!

❕minor timeskip spoilers below ❕

haikyuu boys and their college majors

→ HINATA majors in linguistics. since he already knows a few different languages, he decides to go for it, not realizing how much science and math is actually involved. knows the basics of ten languages but is fluent in only two of them.

→ KAGEYAMA majors in statistics. was originally going to do accounting but didn’t actually know what accountants do. he’s surprisingly smart when he puts his mind to it, and he basically thinks of statistics as fun math. still puts volleyball first, so how he does in school doesn’t matter much to him.

→ TSUKISHIMA majors in anthropology. he’d intended to do evolutionary biology, archaeology, or history before settling on something he genuinely loves, as niche as the program is. hates that the store anthropologie is more popular than his degree is.

→ YAMAGUCHI majors in electrical engineering. he hadn’t realized it was such a competitive major until he actually went to college and realized that engineering majors have it really rough. a ray of sunshine in his department.

→ SUGA majors in elementary education. he considers nursing school or being a physician’s assistant, but he realizes that he’s more passionate about teaching. doesn’t love the salary he earns, but he doesn’t do it for the salary.

→ DAICHI majors in political science. he might consider doing criminal justice or even sociology; something about those fields suits him and strikes him as both interesting and useful. (kuroo won’t stop telling him that polisci isn’t real science.)

→ OIKAWA majors in astronomy. he knew he was going to go pro in volleyball and that his major wouldn’t matter much, so he decided to go for something he likes. originally did it because he wanted to be the one to discover extraterrestrial life. gets really offended when people mix up astronomy with astrology.

→ IWAIZUMI majors in sports science. he’d taken lessons from volleyball to heart when he went to college, and his major is a combination of two things he’s passionate about. might specialize and do sports med or nutrition. actually uses what he’s learned in class in his day-to-day life.

→ KUROO double majors in chemistry and finance. as a stem major, he probably feels like he has the authority to make jokes about business majors even though he’s basically studying business. gets made fun of a lot by his friends for “selling out.” seriously considers going into consulting after he spends 20+ hours in lab one week.

→ KENMA majors in computer science focusing in game design. it’s a mystery that he’s staying afloat in classes while maintaining how much time he spends gaming every day. gives all of his program classes really weird names and probably has a favorite coding language.

→ BOKUTO majors in international affairs. he’s not a fan of math but also hates doing readings required by most humanities majors, so he settled for international affairs. really hoping that professional volleyball works out for him because he’s struggling in classes.

→ AKAASHI majors in japanese literature. can always be found writing an essay with an absurdly high word count or page requirement. he realizes his job prospects are bleak but studies lit anyway. dreams of writing a novel one day and considers getting a master’s degree.

→ ATSUMU majors in sports psychology. he’d heard he wouldn’t have to spend too much time studying it so he’d be able to focus on volleyball, but now he actually really likes it and puts a lot of time into the classes he takes. also, frat boy energy and varsity athlete vibes.

→ OSAMU majors in business. he’s cruising through college while his friends suffer in weed-out classes and organic chemistry. might drop out or graduate early, and he ends up starting his own business and makes more money than all his friends combined.

→ SUNA majors in neuroscience. he’d originally wanted to be a psychology major because he thought it was easy and interesting, but he got more into the stem side of things and switched to neuro. likes to see people’s reactions when they hear he’s a neuroscience major.

→ KITA majors in agricultural science. he’s been invested in it since he was young. people mix it up with environmental science and ask him about climate change a lot, and he’s too polite to correct them.

→ SAKUSA majors in molecular and cellular biology. really annoying about it and always says the full name of the major instead of just saying he does bio. likes the chemistry side of things and and sucks at genetics. majors in it partly so he could avoid having to write any essays.

(+bonus: YACHI majors in design or architecture and KIYOKO majors in sports administration.)

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu x reader #hq headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #philia.headcanons #request.filled #holiday.hcs

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royadventures · 2 years

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march 20th, 2022--1:22am and struggling to write poetry

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before i write how these past 3 or 4 days have been, let me explain my song choice ^-^ it's long, so feel free to skip past it~

recently, an old friend of mine, who i'll call Han for now, reached out to message me. i haven't seen her since 2019.. anyways long story short, i think her finding out that i'm in korea prompted the text. she briefly thanked me for being a good friend to her back when i lived in england (she's from there and i lived there for a period of time). i think that was something i needed to hear from her for a long time. i was very insecure for many years after leaving england, always upset that no one remembered me despite me being so upset and caught up in the past. somehow, i managed to move on and heal from this as i met my beloved Leslie and Lorn (♡), but Han sending this message made me weak once again. my heart faltered a bit and i wanted to write some poems, but it's been hard. i guess i have some sort of writer's block? i usually listen to music to get inspired, but it hasn't been working too well.

Sequel by LUCY is the thing that hit closest and brought me near a writing mindset, but i'm still not near it yet. anyways, the lyrics that sing of letting go of a loved one but being grateful for the happy memories and waiting until you can meet again have hit me hard. Han and i grew up as different people in the end, since we were so far apart during our most tender adolescent years, but i know that if she is ever completely alone and in need of someone, i will run to her, no questions asked. she doesn't even have to do the same for me,, i am just so grateful for her friendship when i was in england that i know i can be there for her no matter what. anyways,,,,,,,, this log is dedicated to Han, who put me in a nostalgic mood ^-^ i can only hope she's okay and cheer her on from afar :D

back to our regularly scheduled programming! i must say though that a lot of people who i never talk to have been messaging me and acting friendly now that i'm in korea. also some close people have forgotten about me,, i guess moving away helps you find out who the real ones are ?!

on march the 16th, i had my first day of in-person class! i had to take the bus by myself, but it was okay because i'm already familiar with the route! i take the line 273 and it drops me right outside the front gates. it's relaxing taking the bus, despite the traffic and bumpy nature of the ride. it's soothing to look out the window and to watch as office workers, school kids, people who all have their own lives board and leave the bus. i always wonder where people are headed and silently wish them good luck with their day in my head ^-^

campus was extremely busy. it looks like something straight out of a kdrama!

i was worried about finding my classes, but didn't have much difficulty. i am in woodang hall mostly, except for one class which i have in the polisci and economics building. i usually sit near the front and no one sits anywhere near me... is it cause i'm a foreigner? am i smelly?!

it was so much easier to learn in-person. particularly my korean class, which i have with T, was a lot better in person. no breakout rooms, seeing everyone!!

it was hard to make friends on the first day because i was nervous. at the end of the day, i tried to talk to someone in my contemporary literature class, but they had to rush to another class. i went outside woodang hall and sat outside to enjoy the nice weather instead, while i waited for T's classes to be over.

someone approached me and asked where the unistore is, and since i had nothing to do, i helped walk them there. i did my best to make conversation!! and i was happy i could be of help ^-^

to be honest, i don't remember what happened wednesday night T.T what did i eat? where did i go after class? i don't recall T.T i think this might have been the day when i had a group meeting? and also went we went to the club fair? (it was in the club building next to woodang and everything was korean, it was cramped and loud so we didn't find much).

the next day, march 17th, i had a 9am class. i was running on 6 hours of sleep and for me, that isn't enough :< by the end of the day, i was very tired. i was falling asleep in my lecture despite being in front row! my professor continuously made eye contact as she spoke,, i'm thankful, since it helped me stay awake!

inbetween classes, i've been going to SK future hall. it's a huge study space with lots of room! i usually sit in a booth on the basement floor ^-^

once my classes were done, i rushed home to help T move into her new room. then, we went to no brand burger to eat before T went clubbing and i went to meet Dami so we could go to a café!

no brand burger is really cheap, around ₩5,000 for a full burger combo set!

Dami and i went to melting pom. i won't lie, it was hard to find, but it was worth it!! there were 2 pomeranian dogs who were so friendly :< when we sat down, they would stand up and scratch our legs, trying to hop on our laps. they also followed us around!

the café has beds that you sit on instead of tables and chairs. the theme is pink and the drinks are pretty! their macarons are delicious :O i had the red velvet one along with an oreo milkshake ^-^

ah, before this, we went to the lotte department store, which had a sanrio pop-up market inside the toys r us there. i bought a photocard collector binder since the prices were so good for the sanrio brand!

after the store and cafè, we parted ways and returned home.

on march 18th, T and i met Dami in hongdae to go to the pink pool café. we were late and i was stressed, but it was all good. of course i couldn't try anything because i'm fasting ;-; but look!

we then went to the main street in hongdae to go clothes shopping. i didn't buy anything because i wasn't in the mood, but i did see this Hyunjin bday ad! as i write, it's his birthday now, so happy bday, Hyunjin!!

oh, stray kids also had their comeback and i really like the title track ^-^

T then parted ways with us to go meet her friends who wanted to go clubbing--Dami and i headed to seoul station to eat at a place Dami has been recommending near her new house (she moved out T.T).

we had bibimbap there, since Dami said it was really good, and i think i just went in with expectations way too high, so i was a bit disappointed :< but it was still good!! it seemed super authentic. they were closing, though, so we had to eat fast!

Dami then showed me her place and it's a lot nicer than our goshi--i'm really happy for her!!

after that, we went to seoul (train) station to go to the lotte mart next to it. it's kinda like walmart :> i bought some hbaf almonds and wet wipes (idk why T.T) and we browsed all over before deciding to go home. we went to mega coffee before we went home tho! i got a mint choco latte,, tasted like a peppermint hot choco hehe so good ^3^

i then headed home and had to attend a career counselling meeting outside the subway station at hyehwa because i forgot about it T.T i'm glad i attended, tho! it was super useful!!

that was it for march 18th! on the 19th, i studied for most of the morning. in the afternoon, T and i went to a café she's been wanting to go to. i think it's called high waist? it was really pricey and each person is required to get a drink, but the vibes were nice!

we then wanted to find a place to eat. it was an area with a lot of tent bars and street foods, many alleyways that were bursting with life, but we decided on a more highend chinese cuisine spot. it was super good! i was just hungry so i ate ate ate heh.

we tried to find a dessert place in the area but everything was closing :< so we just went home to the sulbing near our place since we know it's always open late! we tried a strawberry one this time, and here is my ranking as of now: matcha > strawberry > mango ^3^

we then headed home for realsies!!

today (march 20th) we have brunch plans with a new friend of T's even tho i can't eat cause i'm fasting ^3^ and then i'm going to the Baha'i centre to have eftar with them because it is the last day of the fast! and tomorrow is persian new year!!

i kind of want to celebrate it in some grand way, but there's not really a way to do that here :< so, we're just planning to go to a persian restaurant with T :/ oh well!!

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