#i have an essay and like 3 labs due but i did this instead

[study-with-aura]

Friday, February 23, 2024

I am posting this on Saturday because H's mom needed to drop her off early since something came up on her end, so I never got the chance to post my Friday update. We had fun though. I still had my piano practice to do, so while I practiced, she worked on a few things that she needed to finish. On the other hand, she did say that my playing was beautiful, and I was elated to hear.

H also plays, but she goes back and forth between enjoying it and doing it because she wants to be done with it and her mom wants her to at least complete Level 10 and then if she wants to stop, she at least knows how to play extremely well in case she ever wants to come back to it in the future. I told H a while back when that was decided that I agreed with her Mom. It was good to at least have the knowledge as she didn't know what she would want in her future, so she plays often when she's in the mood and not often enough when she has no motivation. It works for her, so who am I to say anything?

I plan on doing ARCT and then I'll feel like I've mastered to where I want to be. I'm a completionist, and I actually do enjoy playing. It's why I'm trying to find more time. I want to finish by the time I finish my HS studies, but I also heard that I need ample time for the ARCT since it's a whole other level. If I pass my Level 9 exams, then I can start Level 10 and plan on completing that by the end 10th grade and then I would have two years to prepare for the ARCT exam. That's my plan anyway. My parents don't really care what I do as long I continue to enjoy playing. It's merely hard to find the time to practice! I can only do it by cutting short my supplemental study time, which I have done, but I don't really need a full 2-3 hours for that since I cut my reading down to only one extra book at a time instead of a supplemental book and a fun book along with assigned readings.

Am I doing too much? Sometimes I feel like I'm not doing enough at all.

It's time to practice again. I'll try to update about today (Saturday) a bit later.

Tasks Completed:

Geometry - Reviewed solving systems of equations graphically + reviewed equations of parallel and perpendicular lines + learned to find the distance between a point and a line + learned to find the shortest distance between two parallel lines + practice + honors work

Lit and Comp II - Reviewed Unit 16-18 vocabulary + read second part of chapter 26 of Emma by Jane Austen + read about understanding poetry + read about how to analyze poetry + read poems and marked figurative language identified + wrote a short poem using figurative language describing a scene from a photograph

Spanish 2 - Copied new vocabulary

Bible I - Read Joshua 17-18

World History - Watched lecture videos on what and why on the origins of WWI + started writing an essay describing how Balkan nationalism, entangling alliances, and militarism led to WWI (due Monday)

Biology with Lab - Finished my human impact presentation + presented to dad

PE/Health I - Read an article about resources for teen depression and stress

Foundations - Read the definition of resourcefulness + completed one minute creativity exercise + identified fallacies in stories and arguments

Piano - Practiced for two hours in one hour split sessions

Khan Academy - Completed World History Unit 6: Lesson 1 (parts 6-7) + completed High School Geometry Unit 6: Lesson 4 (parts 1-3) + Unit 6: Lesson 5 (some was assigned)

CLEP - None today

Duolingo - Studied for 15 minutes (Spanish, French, Chinese) + completed daily quests

Reading - Read pages 220-259 of My Dear Henry: A Jekyll & Hyde Remix by Kalynn Bayron and finished the book

Chores - Dusted my bedroom, my bathroom, and the study + laundered my bedding

Activities of the Day:

Personal Bible Study (Matthew 28)

Ballet

Pointe

Journal/Mindfulness

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What I’m Grateful for Today:

I am grateful to have my friends over again tonight for a sleepover to get ready for our second to last cookie booth tomorrow.

Quote of the Day:

Never underestimate the power of dreams and the influence of the human spirit. We are all the same in this notion: The potential for greatness lives within each of us.

-Wilma Rudolph

🎧Symphony Op. 11 No. 1 in D major (Overture; 'L'amant anonyme') 1. Allegro - Joseph Bologne, Chevalier de Saint-Georges

#study community #study blog #study inspiration #study motivation #studyblr #studyblr community #study-with-aura

[thebirdandhersong]

Hello and why are you writing MORE essays is it not? Summer??? What is the schedule like at your uni??? What's happening??? HELLO??????

GIRL I KNOW BY ALL RIGHTS I SHOULDN'T BE HERE AT HALF PAST TWELVE CHURNING OUT ANOTHER ESSAY BUT HERE I AM

Uni in Canada (I'm taking this opportunity to procrastinate for a few minutes. lol) is pretty flexible in terms of time and scheduling. My university has a 120 credit requirement (most classes are worth 3 credits; labs are 1-2). Most students here take 5-6 classes each winter term (there are 2) to graduate in four years, or split it differently: do 4-5 classes during the winter terms and then 1-3 during the summer terms (there are also 2). One of my crazy classmates from first year managed to finish university in THREE years (I know this is normal in the UK but it really, really is not here) and she's an outlier.

I, however, am on a FIVE year track due to changes of plan during lockdown (a LOT of students are now taking 5 years to graduate because lockdown posed a lot of challenges/they decided that they didn't want to rush through their classes/both). This is because 1) I'm a slow learner and simply cannot keep up with 4-6 classes per semester (I tried. I really did. It nearly killed me), 2) I wanted to actually absorb what I was learning instead of speeding through and forgetting everything (what happened in high school) (I want to know my stuff!), and 3) there were other complications. So I have to take classes during the summer to make up for lost time (which wasn't really lost, but whatever) now if I want to graduate next year, which I do!

Which is why I am sitting here at 12:39am writing a silly essay on Russian culture, Dostoevsky, and loving thy neighbour and not doing fun things like sleep!

#technically i'm doing this to myself because this essay isn't due until next week but i have NO time next week #my auditing classes start on monday and i've got work and errands and packing to do before then! so it's finish it today or nothing #(adventures in class)

[hoperays-song]

Things Gooseless Did During Their Finals Weeks

(Because my school is bloody insane and my finals are over like two weeks instead of one. It’s like they want us to get ulcers.)

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1. Spammed their english professor with literary memes.

2. Wrote frog comics on the bottom of the paragraph response forms in environmental science.

3. Somehow slept for 17 hours straight immediately after my first Friday exam... I typically have insomnia, I pretty sure my family thought I was going into a coma.

4. Got compared to Hunter from The Owl House because of my eye bags twice in one day.

5. Pulled a few all nighters to turn in late assignments that even my professors forgot I had. I still barely passed but hey, I passed.

6. Had a sensory overload and a migraine attack because I wasn’t allowed headphones in the silent testing lab. And no I wasn’t allowed to wear them after either. Yay.

7. Had to write the sentence, “Asian carp have invaded Lake Eerie”, on previously mentioned environmental science final and immediately thought about that one news dude who made everyone believe aliens were invading.

8. Wrote three essays about warrior cats books. :)

9. Put fun facts in my answer book when I got bored and didn’t know how to respond to the prompt... So for every prompt. 

10. Bashed my art history professor on those essay response forms by listing everything I argued with him about all year. If you can’t tell, I’m petty apparently.

11. Drew a truly awful self portrait. Like next level horrible. :)

12. Wrote commentary on every question on my English (second) exam. Like actual running commentary on the questions. My teacher just sighed when she saw it (she laughed though, glared at me, but laughed while grading it).

13. Cried four times in one day. That was fun.

14. Found out that banana pudding has layers?!?!?! And is actually vanilla pudding with bananas?!?!?

15. Binged the whole of Netflix’s Queen Charlotte solely for the annoyed gay butlers trying to parent trap their bosses. 

16. Found three of said professors emails and now have a way to get in touch with them after graduation (NEXT WEEK!!!!), because they honestly know waaaayyyyy too much about my life for me not to at this point.

17. Correctly guessed how many questions I would get right on my mathematics final (80% baby).

18. Baked four whole trays of cookies to give to my professors as an end of year gift. I was a horrible student. They deserve at least cookies.

19. Started planning out a tattoo for me to get. :)

20. Wrote two thousand more words of the continuation fic as well as started on a few short ones for a different fandom and the warriors au.

21. Took a very unplanned hiatus (still not back, sorry y’all).

22. Watched a total of twenty hours of movie and tv show analysis videos within three days. 

23. Reached one year in one of my recovery programs and three months in another!!!!!!!!

24. Had to say goodbye to my friends and my daughter since now I won’t be in school with them next year (still in contact with several of them, daughter including, just can’t see her in person due to me moving). It sucked.

25. Worked on more character backstories that will be coming soon. Hopefully. As in once I get off hiatus, expect like four angsty backstories.

[inlocusmads]

id love to hear 12, 17, 35, and 44 for jane from the open heart asks 👀

MJ, thank you so much for sending in this!

12. What was your MC's not-canonical reason for helping Mrs Martinez acquire the unapproved drug? (As in, a reason besides the kindness of their own heart.)

I've already answered #12 right here (to Lizzie's Ask). Still, thank you so much for sending! <3

17. What did they write on their resume that made Dr Ramsey personally select them out of the pool of applications? Did they attach an essay? Did they have any remarkable accomplishments?

This is what she wrote, and that's all:

I work well under pressure and learn quick enough to catch onto things. Medical science poses a cool challenge, and I'd wanted to do it ever since someone told me "it'd be fun".

She also had a career in science writing and worked as a teacher before she went to med school, so attaching those credentials helped, too. She was definitely at least qualified, and Dr Ramsey believed her strengths would be of an asset to the team. 

And also, she'd written the shortest personal essay ever, so he was more than happy to have spent only a couple of seconds going through it before deciding. As a former teacher, Jane knew that there were similarities between the Selection Committee and a school full of hormonal teenagers and neither of them is ever patient in going through a full essay about your passion for the field.

35. Funny on-call room stories they'd like to share?

After her shift, Jane was due her prescription marijuana for her anxiety and she took the pills right after she got out of her shift. Unfortunately, she never made it home. Instead, she sort of wandered around as her edibles kicked in and spent an entire night in the on-call room, seeing vague and strange figures floating on her head. 

Sienna finds her the next morning sprawled across the floor like she's half dead. It wasn't a funny story, but after a while, everyone got a good laugh out of it. 

There was also this one other time she put her brother in there, disguised as a doctor, because she couldn't find him housing on such a short notice and he didn't want to room with her friends and snuck him food from the cafeteria, but that's a story for another day.

44. An embarrassing secret from their past that will definitely haunt them sometime later?

She once blew up her school's chemistry lab (she set off a genuine explosion) during her teaching days. Nobody knew. She quietly walked off, as the lab caught on fire after an experiment went wrong. The school never found out, and Jane quickly resigned a couple of months after pursuing her freelancing job.

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>> Open Heart MC Asks

#askboxed! #mydemonsdrivealimo #open heart mc asks

[ianenjoyer]

in my angst fueled insanity I wrote a 1.4k analysis of every ‘i love you’ shared between ian and mickey 😳

should i post it so y’all can suffer with me

#i have an essay and like 3 labs due but i did this instead #executive dysfunction wins again #the meta kinda slaps tho #shameless #gallavich

[contact-right]

but what if you DID say more about your cyberpunk bradnate au 👀

AAAHHH thanks for being interested!!!!<3

Oh man I don’t even know where to start without being a huge fucking nerd about that movie in general and write a whole ten page essay before actually mentioning the bradnate au I have in my head but anyway lets give it a go;

While the original Bladerunner movie is more themed around the question of what it means to be human, in the sequel, instead of answering those questions, we just get a few more philosophical issues thrown at us like ‘what is real’, ‘what makes someone’s identity’ and ‘how could we make our own lives meaningful’.

And picking up on that, the thought of ‘what makes a life worth living’ has always been interesting to me. So in this AU, I want to place Brad and Nate on two entirely different places on that spectrum.

Brad, being a Nexus-9, is created and bought by the LAPD to hunt down and ‘retire’ (kill) the rogue Nexus-8 replicants left in the world. For him, his life started knowing that what he knows (his implanted memories) aren’t real. Memories of a childhood, a mother, a sister, being loved etc. Are all a fabrication only there to keep him up and running. At the same time, because of his job potentially being traumatic (basically having to kill and hunt down his own kind), he constantly has to keep those emotions in check and not let them spill over or he will fail the tests put in place (testing if he’s still on ‘baseline’; not being affected by what he has to do) and be killed himself to be replaced by the next. So Brad knows his place in the world, knows that what makes him ‘him’ isn’t real, that his life is a fabrication made in a lab for production and oh yeah, also, most humans in his life hate his guts because he’s a replicant. Like, he doesn’t even have a name, just a serial number. (I'm referring to him here as just Brad because thats easier)

Then there’s Nate, who’s a Nexus-8 doomed to be hunted for the rest of his life because all the Nexus-8 replicants have to be retired. (I’m not gonna place the whole lore here lol if people want to know there’s a wiki) Nate is a combat model, which means that he was used by his owners in wars in the colonies off earth (basically replicants did the jobs the humans didn’t want to do). And Nate, at the start, probably didn’t know that his memories where fake, and if he did he probably would have realized this later. To follow the timeline, I’m choosing the have Nate created after the Blackout in 2027 by corporations who illegally continued production of Nexus-8 replicants. At that time, the production of that line is outlawed and all the Nexus-8 replicants that went into hiding are being hunted down by the human supremacy movement or the blade runners.

Of course, Nate being a total badass and with the help of some human sympathizers, manages to escape and get off the grid with his men to help the replicant resistance movement. So for Nate, he still has to deal with the fact that everything he thought to be true about himself, what made him his own person, is a lie. And imagine having to live a life knowing you’re not allowed to live it by law and you know the whole ‘I’m alive but am I real and a person’ ‘does that still mean I have to live a life’ But on the other hand, Nate does have a circle of people around him that care about him, which he cares deeply for in return. People he can call his real family, who gave him a name and trust him.

So anyway, Nate and his men are being their usual pain in the ass to the government by trying to smuggle as much replicants as they can out of the city and far away. Of course due to circumstances, Brad gets on their trail and is ordered to hunt them down and retire Nate’s whole group.

And I’m adding more elements to it, but I don’t want to spoil too much, but wouldn’t it be hella sad interesting if Brad maybe looks like someone Nate used to have in his group but tragically died and Nate never got to say goodbye? Because the idea that all replicants look different would be strange, as that wouldn’t be productive and more money-consuming. And maybe the designs of the Nexus-9 are still based (outwardly) on some Nexus-8 models. And maybe he and Brad do eventually get into a fight when Brad tracks him down and Nate just can’t kill him, he can’t do it. And Brad is confused af because he doesn’t understand why Nate didn’t shoot him in the head. And maybe Nate called him by a name and Brad is having a lot of confusing emotions he can’t deal with.

But anyway, I can go on but I don’t want to spoil too much. And like for everyone who hasn’t seen that movie, its a honest-to-god masterpiece and I will forever regret that I didn’t see it in theaters.

quick edit because I was tired last night and forgot to add; Throughout the story I want to make it so that Brad starts believing in something bigger, that his life can be a life of his own doing, that it can have meaning and at the same time for Nate, who thought he was finally free and started to live his life by his own rules and create something of his own, starts realizing that he, too, again, is only another means to an end being used in the ongoing conflict between humans and replicants. And somewhere in the middle, they meet.

#bradnate #like lot of text but i have a lot of feelings about this whole concept #ask #thanks so much for asking tho<3

[spontaneousstupidwriting]

FebuWhump Day 3: Imprisonment

Peter gets locked in a closet at school and can't get out without risking his secret being found out.

Also on AO3

Peter sighs as Flash continues to taunt him as he walks through the halls. Normally Peter wouldn't care so much about the bully but both Ned and MJ are out today.

“Hey, Penis, I’m talking to you!” Flash shouts, Peter rolls his eyes and ignores his spidey-sense telling him something is about to happen. He grunts as he's shoved into the lockers. Flash crowds him and the rest of the students don't spare more than a glance at the familiar scene. "You should know better than to ignore me by now, Parker."

Peter huffs, "Whatever, Flash, can we just get this over with, we're going to be late for class."

Flash looks to the left of the lockers then to the thinning hallway crowd before turning back to him, "Oh I don't think you'll need to worry about that."

Flash grabs him by the front of his shirt and drags him to the door by the lockers that he glanced at earlier. "What are you-" Peter isn't given time to finish his question before the other teen opens the door and shoves him into the rooms. Peter stumbles into the shelves lining the back of what is apparently a small storage room. Dust fills the air after he disturbs it leading to a coughing fit.

"Have fun in there, Penis. Maybe you shouldn't ignore people," is the last thing Peter hears before the door is slammed and the light disappears.

His coughing dying down, Peter takes a second to get his bearings. The only light in the closet is what comes through the bottom of the door and as his eyes adjust to the low lighting he sees that he must be in an old janitor’s closet. The shelves are lined with cleaning supplies and everything seems to be layered in dust.

The bell signaling the beginning of first period rings and Peter sighs, one of the few days that he gets to school early and he still doesn’t get to class before the bell. He reaches for the handle and twists. Instead of turning as it should, it makes a grinding sound before it stops twisting completely. Peter uses a little more strength but it quickly becomes apparent that he’d have to use some more than he’s usually comfortable using outside of his suit. He debates with himself, remembering that the school recently installed cameras after someone raided the lockers and that it’d see him breaking the doorknob on his way out. Peter’s shoulders slump in defeat, he can’t handle another mark on his record.

Of all the days to forget my phone, Peter mourns. He resigns himself to waiting and settles on the floor, maybe he can use the small bit of light to outline his English essay. Surely Flash will come back.

So he waits.

He waits through the bell signaling the end of first period, and waits as the beginning of second period starts. He waits as the following periods begin and end and debates breaking the doorknob again as he regrets forgetting to put more snacks in his backpack and lunch begins. He waits as it ends and the later classes begin and waits some more till the end bell rings.

Throughout the day as he hears his classmates walk by Peter can’t bring himself to call out and face the humiliation that awaits his release that way. It’s only until about a half-hour after school ends that Peter gives up hope of being released by his tormentor that he gives in and starts pounding on the door calling for help. He can hear that the few people in the hall can hear him as steps slow and a few mention it to someone else, but no one comes to help him. That doesn’t stop Peter from continuing because surely someone will come to help.

But no one does. Not the stragglers or the club goers, even a janitor passes by later long after school ends, the sound of music coming from his direction, likely from headphones.

Eventually, the school clears out, void of any sounds. Peter slumps against the door, not believing that he was still stuck in here. By this point, there’s no light coming from the bottom of the door and it starts to cool as the heaters turn off for the night.

Peter reconsiders his options, while there's no chance of a person seeing him break the knob the cameras likely continue rolling after school ends and there are security alarms on the doors in case someone breaks in. Would they activate if he opens them from the inside? He doesn’t want to risk it. May is supposed to get home around ten tonight, a time still far off. Once again he resigns himself to wait, but this time it’s much more unpleasant.

His stomach has been growling since school ended and the cold begins to seep into his bones. It’s wintertime now and the temperature continues to drop as the night continues. The lack of food and overwhelming cold slows his thoughts and he just stares at the door in front of him. When was the last time he went so long without food? Mr. Stark is always hounding him to eat because of his metabolism so it’s been a while.

Despite how cold he is, Peter doesn’t shiver, something that seemed to happen due to the bite. He pulls his jacket even tighter around him and regrets not wearing a scarf like May told him to that morning. He shuffles into the corner connected to the door on autopilot and his eyes get heavier and heavier as the temperature continues its descent.

May, finally able to take a break, checks her phone as she takes her break getting some fresh air in the hospital courtyard. She frowns when she sees that she has a voicemail from Peter’s school and immediately checks it.

An absence notice? She checks for any messages from her nephew or Tony, because while these notices used to be pretty common, Tony usually checks Peter out at the office after being appointed as one of his emergency contacts. But there’s nothing from either of them, nothing to tell her where Peter is or if he’s okay.

Panic beginning to rise in her chest she clicks on Peter’s contact and waits with bated breath as it continues to ring. Maybe he’s asleep or in the shower she tries to assure herself but that excuse becomes a bit harder after Peter’s voicemail greets her for the third time. Giving up on that she scrolls over to Tony’s contact, hoping that he’ll answer and have some answers.

Tony’s working in the lab when FRIDAY interrupts his music, “May Parker is calling you, boss.”

Tony frowns, “What time is it, baby girl?”

“It is eight twenty-two p.m. May is scheduled to be working right now and Peter’s suit has not been online since his patrol two days ago. Would you like to answer the call?”

Tony nods, “Answer it and save everything here, for now, something seems off about this.”

Instead of a response from FRIDAY, the next thing Tony hears is May’s voice, “Tony?”

Wiping his hands off on a cloth, Tony answers, “Hey May, everything alright? FRI says you’re supposed to be at work.”

“Is Peter with you? Or have you heard from him at all today?”

Tony freezes, “No, he sent his usually good morning text at the ungodly hour he usually does but nothing else. What’s wrong?”

He can hear May’s shaky breath, “His school says he wasn’t at school today and he isn’t answering his phone. I haven’t heard from him since he left for school this morning,” by the end of it her voice starts to break.

A pit grows in his stomach as he tries to keep his voice steady for May, “You need to take a deep breath okay? I have multiple trackers on him. I'm sure he has at least one on him,” A hologram pops up on his workstation with various items and locations.

“In any other circumstance that’d be extremely creepy,” she faintly laughs.

“From the looks of it his phone and suits are at home but his wallet, keys, nano bracelets, and watch are at Midtown and got there right before school started. So he did make it to school, and because he never takes off the nanotech I’m willing to bet he’s still there.”

“What is he doing there?”

Tony signals for FRIDAY to shut the lab down, “I don’t know but I’m going to head down there, don’t worry May. I’ll call you when I find out what’s going on.”

May sighs, “I’m going to leave early and head to the apartment, please let me know as soon as possible.”

“As soon as I find him, and I  will  find him.”

“I know you will,” is the last thing she says before hanging up.

Tony makes his way up to the elevator, “FRI, landing pad, please. I want an update if there’s any movement on a tracker.”

“Of course, boss, shall I alert Happy to meet you at Midtown?”

Tony is enveloped by a waiting suit, “Tell him to bring some food and water too, it looks like Peter’s barely moved all day and it’s been a long time since breakfast.”

FRIDAY tells him that Happy will arrive ten minutes after him as he navigates the suit to Peter’s school. “What should be waiting for us at the school security-wise?”

“There are cameras in the hallways and classrooms as well as alarms on the doors and windows activated at six-fifteen today.”

Midtown comes into view and he starts to descend, “Disable the alarms and keep the camera footage on loop until we leave. Is there any footage with Peter there today?”

“Yes, boss, in it he appears to be walking to class when another student approaches him and shoves him into a room by himself, there is no footage of Peter leaving the room.”

The pit in Tony’s stomach grows as he enters the school still in his suit, is Peter hurt? Did he hit his head? “Where is the room?”

“Take a left at the end of the hall then a right into the hall after the cafeteria, the last door on the right is the one Peter was seen pushed into.”

Tony thanks his AI as he rushes down the halls. He stops when he gets to the door and notices the knob not turning as it should, “FRI?”

“The lock appears to be tampered with.”

Tony’s frown deepens and he uses the suit's increased strength to rip the door open. He’s greeted by a seemingly empty room. But Peter  has  to be here. He looks up to the ceiling and lets out a breath of relief before the worry sets back in, why hasn’t he responded to the door breaking,

“Pete?” no response. “FRI, vitals!”

“Heartbeat is dangerously slow and his core temperature is ninety-six degrees, nearing hypothermic levels. He appears to be in a deep sleep,” FRIDAY responds, voice worried.

“Shit.” Tony activates hover mode to reach Peter and catches a glimpse of his pale face. He reaches to pry Peter from the ceiling, be as careful as he can as he gives FRIDAY instructions, “Tell Happy to crank the heat all the way up and get the emergency blankets from the trunk. Also, alert medbay.”

“Already done, he will arrive in two minutes.”

Tony thanks his AI as he finally gets Peter into his arms, there’s no reaction from the teen. Tony steps onto solid ground and quickly makes his way to the front entrance again while trying not to jostle Peter.

Happy makes it to the front as soon as Tony opens the door, likely having sped more after the update. He opens the back door then quickly grabs the blankets from the trunk as Tony sets Peter onto the seat. He orders the driver to wrap Peter in them as the suit retracts around him before speeding off into the air back to the tower. When Happy finishes he gets back into the driver's seat as Tony slides in next to Peter. He wraps his arms around his mentee and rubs his arms.

Happy immediately starts driving off to the tower, questions coming, “What happened to the kid? Why the hell is he still at school?”

Fire starts to grow in his chest as he’s reminded how this supposedly started, “May called me saying that Peter was missing and didn’t show up for school but his trackers said he  was  at school. At eight-thirty. FRI checked the cams and saw another teen lock him in a closet but never saw him come out. Now we’re here.” Tony couldn’t help the anger that shone in his tone, what the fuck was that kid thinking, and why didn’t anyone help Peter? “I’m going through the rest of the footage after we take care of Pete and call May.”

Happy nods silently and speeds up.

The next morning Peter’s still sleeping in medbay, his condition improved with gradual warming and a nutrient drip. According to Cho, Peter adapted more spider-like traits than they previously thought, including hibernation. Because of course he did.

But instead of sitting by Peter’s side Tony is up in the penthouse, boiling with rage after seeing how no one helped his mentee, his ��kid , as he was thrown into lockers then shoved into that damned closet, and ignored him again as he yelled for help. Hell, some  laughed  instead of helping him. There was some slight frustration with Peter and how he didn’t use his powers to get out and just  ask him to change the footage and lock like really, Peter, it was so easy, kid.  It wasn’t even a new thing, Tony checked back and that kid had been bullying Peter since before the cameras were even installed.  Why didn’t he tell me?  Instead of wallowing on that he calls May up, his aunt deserving to know what this punk has been doing to their kid.

It’s only a couple of minutes later that May approaches him, having been downstairs with Peter. “Is this where you’ve been?” she asks quietly. “You should come down, you know Pete would love to see you there when he wakes up.” She touches his arm and gives him a sympathetic smile.

Tony smiles back tightly, “I’ll go down after this and handle the rest later, but there’s something you should see.” May nods in assent and he plays the video of Peter being harassed yesterday morning. May gasps and clutches his arm. Before she can say anything Tony stops the video and starts talking, “This isn’t an isolated incident either. I had FRIDAY check all of the footage, and this punk has been messing with our kid since before the cameras were installed a couple of months ago."

May's face tightens and her eyes seem to glow, “And the teachers do nothing? Does anyone help him? This is bullshit! It never should have gotten to this point! If Peter had been in there any longer who the hell knows what could have happened? We have to do something!”

Tony grips her shoulders and looks her in the eyes, “You’re right, and I’ll be with you every step of the way, and with me will be my best lawyers and even better, Pepper. As soon as she finds out about this there will be nothing stopping her from tearing that school apart for what’s happened to Peter.”

May goes to respond but is interrupted by FRIDAY, “I recommend heading back to medbay, Peter is showing signs of waking.”

Instead of saying anything, May takes a deep breath and shakily smiles, “Thank you, Tony. For being here for him.”

Tony relaxes and smiles back, “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

#irondad #febuwhump #febuwhump day 3 #febuwhump 2021 #peter parker #tony stark #marvel #irondad and spiderson #fanfiction

[rnoonchildxo]

jimin soulmate au w/ prompt 27😘😘

Summary | When it’s time for you to meet your soulmate, a footstep counter appears on your wrist and a progress program is automatically installed on your laptop device. 

―“You say that like I didn’t just run a whole track field for you.”

Genre | fluff + soulmate!au and honestly i don’t know what i was thinking with the ending but i mean???? also this was inspired by a kdrama called Love Alarm. you should definitely check it out! the second season will be coming out soon.

Word Count | 1.9k words

A bright laptop screen illuminates your dorm, stirring you awake. You swore that you shut down your laptop after submitting your essay a minute before the due date. As your hand searches for your glasses on your bedside table, you slowly get up from bed. 

You squint your eyes. A loading screen pops up on your screen. Out of confusion and curiosity, you trudge your way closer to your laptop. Suddenly, when the loading bar reaches 100%, you feel a slight burn on your wrist. Wincing, you glance down at your wrist and watch a faint mark begin to appear. At the same time, you receive a notification on your laptop. 

On your wrist, the number of 219 is marked. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Looking at your laptop, you see a program installed. It shows a home screen entitled ‘progress’. 

“It’s your time,” you let out a soft yelp, turning around to see your roommate, Rose. She rubs her eyes, and you assume she had woken up too. 

“It’s my, what?” You question. 

She looks at your laptop screen and grabs your wrist. She analyzes your wrist for a couple of minutes before slowly looking at you.

“Your soulmate. It’s time to meet your soulmate.”

The number on your wrist does not stay constant. It changes everyday. Some days, the number gets alarmingly smaller. Other days, the number gets larger. The progress page on your laptop screen shows a bar that has reached 30%. 

According to Rose, the number on your wrist represents the number of footsteps you are away from your soulmate. It’s basically a counter. The smaller the number, the closer you are to your soulmate in terms of footsteps. The bigger the number, the farther you are from your soulmate. The number is only constant when you reach your dorm, where the number goes back to 219.

The program that was installed on your laptop that night is a program that shows a progress bar. The progress bar indicates how much progress you’ve reached until you meet your soulmate. Ever since it was installed that night, you have reached 65% on that progress bar.

“He must be in our building,” Rose says. You glance up from your novel. 

“Probably.” You shrug your shoulders. 

She nods her head at your wrist. “How many footsteps?”

You glance down at your wrist. “Thirty.”

“Exactly thirty?” She questions and you nod. “He must be here, in the library.”

You sigh. “Rose, we have a midterm in two days and you’re worrying about my soulmate?”

“I’m just excited for you, ____.” She smiles. “Aren’t you excited? I remember when my progress bar reached a hundred percent, and a couple of hours later, I bump into Minhyuk.”

“I’m just as excited as you are, Rose. But I can’t risk failing my midterm, you know?”

“Are you still considering coming to the school’s track meet?” She asks. “It’s after our midterm.”

“We’ll see if I’m barely holding myself up.” You chuckle. “If I can still walk on my two feet and if I can keep my eyes open for a couple more hours, I’ll drop by to check it out.”

She smiles and the both of you continue to study for your midterm. Little did you know, the counter on your wrist starts to progressively increase. 30, 31, 32, 33, 34...

“A new record!”

Jimin hunches over to catch his breath. His coach checks his timer one last time and smiles. He pats Jimin’s back. 

“Are you ready for the track meet on Thursday?” His coach asks and Jimin nods his head.

As Jimin heads over to his bag to grab a bottle of water, he glances down at his wrist. The number 30 remains engraved on his wrist. As he takes a quick swig of his water, the library a couple of metres away catches his eye. He makes a quick estimate. Thirty footsteps is equivalent to the distance from the library to where he’s currently standing. 

He looks over his shoulder. “Coach?”

“What’s up?” His coach looks up from his phone.

“Are we done with practice?” 

“We’re done for today, go wash up and get some rest. Don’t overwork yourself, we don’t want you twisting your ankle before the track meet.”

Jimin smiles. “Thanks Coach.”

Immediately, Jimin grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder. There’s only one destination in mind, and it’s the library. As he heads to the library, he looks down at his wrist and a small smile spreads across his lips when he sees the number get smaller and smaller. 30, 29, 28, 27...

Once he enters the library, he looks at his watch again and frowns. The librarian places a ‘we are closed!’ sign on the reception desk. She waves at Jimin.

“We’re going to be closing the library in half an hour,” she tells him. “But since it’s midterm season, if you just show me your student ID, you can study in the library as long as you want.”

He smiles at her, but he immediately glances down at his wrist again. The number on his wrist gets smaller and smaller, and the beat of his heart starts to pick up its pace. 10, 9, 8, 7... He hears a faint laugh from a couple of metres away. 

Seconds later, there are two women that pass by him. He watches them as they pass by. As soon as they pass by, he glances down at his wrist and lets out a soft gasp.

Zero.

You decide to watch the track meet to clear your thoughts. Your midterm was everything you thought it would be, difficult, stressful, and anxiety-inducing. But that’s just how university was. At the same exact time, you can’t seem to forget your progress bar. It had alarmingly jumped to 95%.

As you reach the track field, you spot Rose standing near the front. She’s pulling out a couple of water bottles for her boyfriend and soulmate, Minhyuk. He bops her nose and she lets out a soft giggle. You smile and wonder if that’s how it’ll be when you finally meet your soulmate.

You approach her. “I’m here, happy now?”

She smirks. “So, you decided to come.”

You glance down at your wrist and your heart stops. 3. Your eyes start to wander around you, but they seem to stop when you spot a guy standing approximately three footsteps away from you. He has his back turned towards you. 

“Park Jimin, are you ready?” You hear a guy ask. 

The guy nods his head, finally turning towards you. You quickly look away, distracting yourself with the cheerleaders lining up in front of Rose. 

Jimin’s too nervous. He knows his soulmate is here. The last time he checked, his soulmate’s exactly fifteen steps away. But he didn’t want to stay distracted, he knew that if he found out that his soulmate was right beside him, he wouldn’t be able to concentrate. 

“The race starts in a couple of minutes, I suggest you get ready with the others.” His coach suggests and Jimin complies. He fixes his shoelace one last time before heading towards the starting line, completely oblivious of a woman watching him.

You watch the guy line up at the starting line with his other opponents. He’s very handsome. He has platinum blonde hair, adorable cheeks and plump lips. He looks like a doll. 

“That’s Park Jimin,” Rose nudges you. “He always wins track meets. He’s the top student in our year and faculty. He’s basically anyone a girl would want.”

You purse your lips into a tight line. “No wonder... he looks like a doll.”

“That and guess what?” She questions. “He’s single.”

“He’s single?” You gasp in complete shock. 

“He hasn’t met his soulmate yet, apparently.” She shrugs his shoulders. 

There’s a faint gunshot in the air and before you even know it, the track runners are racing around the track field. Your eyes are glued towards Jimin. He’s currently in first place, leaving quite a distance behind him. You’re not sure why, but you find yourself looking at your wrist. 

The number on your wrist is quite active. It goes up until 110 before going back down to 0. There’s only one explanation for this, and it’s that your soulmate is one of the track runners. 

“____, your counter!” Rose’s eyes widen. 

You can’t take it. This is too much to handle. You shake your head. Everything was starting to spin, your heartbeat was speeding up. 

“I’m going to head home, my head is starting to hurt.”

“What? But your soulmate is here, ____! Why are you running away?” She asks and you shake your head. 

“This is too much, Rose.” You sigh. “Besides, there are many other chances, right?”

You don’t wait for Rose to reply, instead, you start leaving the track field. Once you’re halfway back to your dorm, you hear a faint whistle from the track field. You look over your shoulder, watching all the track runners catching their breath. The race had finished. You look at your wrist and your counter reads 50 and it increases as you continue walking towards your dorm.

You hear faint yells, almost as if someone’s being called. You let out a sigh, continuing on your way. That is, until you feel your hand being grabbed. You’re turned around and you’re facing him, Park Jimin.

He looks just as alarmed as you are. He’s completely out of breath. He looks down at his wrist. It reads 0. He pulls you into a tight hug and you’re completely taken aback and confused. You look at your wrist and it reads 0. 

“Wait, what?” You whisper.

“So it is you,” he smiles. 

“It’s me?” It comes out as a question. 

He pulls away from the hug and looks at you. “I knew it! I had a strong feeling that it’ll be you.”

“You’re my soulmate?” He nods his head.

“____, right?”

“You know my name?”

“Of course, we took first year chemistry together and we were lab partners! Don’t you remember?” He questions. “And then I had this huge crush on you for years but then after chemistry class, I never saw you again. But then I found out that you’re a mutual friend of Minhyuk and I tried to get a hold of you―”

“I swear I just met you?” You furrow your eyebrows.

He sighs. “How do I explain this without sounding like a weird guy?”

“You don’t.” You chuckle softly. “I swear, I don’t remember meeting you at all.”

He places his hands on your shoulders. “Do you remember that chubby guy, the one that had glasses, dark brown mushroom cut?” 

You blink. The longer you stare at him, you slowly start to realize it. You smile and burst out into laughter. “That was you? My lab partner? Are you sure?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, you’re my soulmate, and that’s what matters.” He pulls you into another hug.

“You know you didn’t have to flex so hard,” you tease. “Winning a whole track race then trying to win your soulmate.”

“You say that like I didn’t just run a whole track field for you.” He frowns. “I’m exhausted.”

“Wanna come over to my dorm and... cuddle?” You hesitate.

“Sure.” He smiles. 

“Jimin... I think you can stop hugging me now―”

“No, let’s just stay here for a couple more minutes.”

author’s note | i hope you liked it! i think i’ll accept a couple of more requests before finally closing it. thank you so much to everyone that has requested, i had so much fun! once i’m finally free of wips then i might consider opening the drabble game again. 

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Writing Commission - Where I Want To Be - Chapter Seven

Summary: Yamada Hizashi, better known as the Voice Hero Present Mic, is a busy man. He has classes and students to teach English to, an agency that always seemed to be in the middle of a disaster to help deal with, and a radio station that was one bad show away from being cancelled to run. He doesn’t have time for a bad day triggered by nightmares and fears and anxieties that just never seem to stop.

Luckily for him, his partners are Aizawa Shouta and Yagi Toshinori and neither of those two are very good at leaving Hizashi to suffer alone.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia    

Relationship: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might

Characters: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might

Rating: Teen Audiences

Word Count: 29,323

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WARNINGS FOR: Past childhood abuse (both emotional and physical) and anxiety attacks verging on panic to PTSD episodes. Please read with caution if needed.

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The brief hour-long respite Toshinori had blessed Hizashi with had been just enough to keep him from trekking up to the roof of his agency and either jumping or throwing a couple of idiots off, but the hour had ended and Hizashi was once again contemplating either suicide or murder. He was leaning towards murder since no one would really fault him and, plus, Shouta and Toshinori would even be proud of him for picking that option out of the two! 

“Alright. Explain this to me again.” Because Hizashi, despite what people thought, could be patient and understanding. Even on his bad days he did his best to keep his own emotions in check and hear out the people he worked with when a problem occurred. “How did you end up setting one of the lower labs on fire?” 

Two support engineers, one support intern, and the director of the lab in question all exchanged looks with one another. The director clutched his clipboard as if he were about to break it in half due to fear and stress before he cleared his throat, “Well, sir, it’s actually a rather intriguing scientific act that caused the… commotion.” 

Hizashi resisted the urge to faceplant on his desk and instead cursed everyone in his agency for leaving him to deal with this mess. Typically, in cases like lab destruction, it would be dealt with by someone who actually worked in the support labs. The problem with that, however, was that that person was out sick and that left Hizashi, who understood how the support labs and the items inside worked, to deal with the problem.

Hizashi should have taken the day off sick, too. He should have just finished at school and then gone straight home, but no. He had to be stubborn and noble and care about his job. He was regretting his choices in life more and more with each passing second.

“Present Mic, sir.” The intern, a sweet little thing that looked equal parts nervous and excited with hair sticking up in all directions, gave an encouraging grin. “We actually managed to contain the fire to 67% of the lab, as well as keep all volatile projects safe and discover a quicker-burning fuel that gives a more intense burn for Wildfire. With a bit more tweaking, I have no doubt we could have a fuel that would burn through all three layers of skin, barring any quirk changes or effects, within 2.7 seconds!” 

Quiet for a long moment, Hizashi looked up at the lab director, who gave a weak, nervous smile before opening his mouth. He then must have realized that nothing he could say would help the situation because he then closed his mouth and gave an apologetic smile. Hizashi felt his headache, which had been coming in and out all day, give a throb of pain. 

“Alright. You,” Hizashi pointed to the director. “Write up a report of this and send it to whoever is in charge of your lab this week -- not me. Include the fact that not everything was destroyed and you’ve discovered something to better help Wildfire. That’ll take some of the heat off of you.” The only one to appreciate his joke with the intern, who gave a snort of startled laughter. 

“You two.” Hizashi pointed at the engineers, who straightened up nervously. “See what the damage was to everything and draw up a plan to deal with it. Don’t worry too much about cost right now but do what you can to minimize any losses. Try to reuse any supplies that didn’t end up too bad off in the fire, too. And you.” 

Hizashi stared at the intern, who gave him a cheerful, happy little grin. The kid was one of their only first-year interns who had been brought in as a special case and Hizashi could feel himself waver at the bright enthusiasm. Well, no one had said he was strong, really. “Excellent work today, but I want you to write up a one-page essay on fire and lab safety and hand it in to the lab director by your next workday. I also want you to send all the data you collected today to my email with everything you learned.” 

While he didn’t need the data, it would be interesting to see those numbers. Typically a fire that burned that hot and that fast only came about through quirks, so it would be interesting to see how far they could push the effectiveness of it. If they did a good enough job then they could have some support equipment that was on par with some of the quirks that came out of Endeavor’s agency, and it was always nice to knock him down a peg or two.

“Yes sir, Present Mic sir! I’ll even be sure to write two pages about the lab and fire safety!” The intern was out of the room like a shot, Hizashi feeling a twitch of a smile before one of the engineers cleared his throat. 

“Um, sir?” Oh. Oh, Hizashi did not like that tone. “One of the projects that was, uh, compromised today was meant to be Sonic Whip’s.” Ah. Right. Sonic Whip. One of the most terrifying women that Hizashi had ever had the displeasure to meet and who had a temper shorter than a deranged villain’s. “It was of a rather sensitive nature and… She’s expecting the first prototype tomorrow.” 

Hizashi resisted the urge to climb out his office window and escape, instead sucking in a calming breath and grabbing his phone before heading towards the door, “I just remembered I have a meeting.” It was a very important meeting, too; one with his face and a brick wall in the half-forgotten hidden lounge on the bottom floor of the agency.

Thankfully, Hizashi had long since mastered the art of looking like he was on his way to an important meeting, which meant no one tried to stop him as he marched himself through the agency and threw himself down on the first couch he saw in the empty lounge. It was dark, from no one having repaired the lights in a while, it was quiet, where it was tucked away into a back corner with thick walls, and it was always empty where everyone forgot to refill the fridge. It was heaven. 

At least, it was heaven until he heard someone collapse on the couch across from him, the sound of a grunt barely being finished before it turned into a surprised, “Yamada! I wouldn’t have thought you were in here with how quiet it was!” Oh, god, it was the only other person in the agency who could be as loud and cheerful as him. This was punishment. It had to be.

Inching his gaze to the side, Hizashi mourned the peace and quiet he had gotten for only a few short minutes as he looked at Shima Hikari, the hero known as Radiant; a light-quirk user that was no doubt going to make his light sensitivity even worse if she felt even the slightest uptick in excitement. She was looking far too cheerful considering her, and the sidekick Hizashi hadn’t even heard at first, looked like they were a few seconds away from hitting the ground in a puddle of exhaustion. 

Taking a moment to weigh the options between responding and ignoring her, Hizashi finally let out a sigh with a quiet, “Alright, you two?” 

“Peachy keen!” Shima chirped, crossing her legs and then looking over to her sidekick, who had her own legs thrown over one end of the couch and her head resting near Shima’s thigh. Poor kid looked exhausted and Hizashi took a moment to be grateful his own sidekick days were over. Sometimes, even if he truly hated to admit it, he’d rather take the paperwork over dealing with stupid villains and angry cops. “Isn’t that right, Stardust?” The kid gave a pathetic groan that sounded half exhausted and half pained. “That’s the spirit!”

“I think you’ve killed your sidekick,” Hizashi snorted, pushing himself up and biting the inside of his cheek to stop a groan at the throb in his head. “We’re supposed to be careful with those, you know. We only have a limited supply of them.”

Shima huffed, placing a hand against her chest, “Excuse you, I take the utmost care of my sidekicks, thank you very much. At least I don’t load them full of caffeine and sugar and energy drinks and hope they don’t die of exhaustion before the end of a patrol like you do.”

“And yet they love me anyways,” Hizashi snickered, readjusting himself against the couch as he flicked his eyes over the two again. They were both covered with dust and rubble, scratches across all visible parts of their skin. Stardust had one of her ankles tightly wrapped, and Shima had a bandage around her head, but neither of them looked too bad off. “Interesting patrol, then?” 

“Started with chasing a purse thief and then he led us all the way to a drug den where a deal was going on between some pretty important figures,” Shima snorted, pulling out her phone and starting to type on it at once. Hizashi couldn’t really blame her since his phone, and Shouta and Toshinori, were the only reasons he was no doubt still sane. “Seriously, though. You’re quiet as shit. What happened? Another lab blew up while you were stuck on report duty?” 

“Fire, actually,” Hizashi responded, watching with amusement as Shima’s head snapped up, eyes narrowed and studying him. They then widened with sympathy. Even Stardust, half-asleep as she was, made a noise that sounded sympathetic.

“Oh, fuck, I thought I was just joking.” Yeah, that’s what made it even worse, really. “Everyone alright? Any injuries?”

“No injuries, thankfully.” Hizashi collapsed back on the couch, groaning at the flash of pain in his back. “It’s not the worst lab disaster we’ve ever had but add that on top of everything else that’s been happening, and it’s been a long day.” Plus, his sensory overload, flashes of memory, and trauma were all acting up to make the day try and kill him once and for all. 

“We told you, right back at the beginning, to not take that job at U.A.,” Shima lectured, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “You already had a full-time job here and with that radio station of yours, and what did you do?” 

“I took the job at U.A.,” Hizashi mumbled, wincing as Shima repeated the words even louder. She truly was his punishment in life.

“You took the job at U.A.! Being a teacher is a lifestyle and you’re doing that with two other jobs! Which are also lifestyles!” Shima made a very dismissive tsking noise, Hizashi cracking an eye open to glare at her. “What? I’m right and you know it. Right, Stardust?” 

The kid cracked her eyes open, blearily staring between the two of them before looking back to Shima, “Sorry, Shima-san, but I refuse to take sides in an argument with pro-heroes when all three of us work in the same agency.”

Hizashi snorted, the serious tone of voice lifting his mood for a few moments, “Smart kid, Shima. She’s gonna be better than you one day.” 

Shima scoffed, beaming and radiating pride as she turned back to her phone, “Yeah, yeah. Oh, you might wanna go get your stuff and get ready to leave, by the way.” 

“What?” Why would he leave? Hizashi still had another two hours of his shift at the agency before he had to head over to the radio station. “Why would I-?”

A loud ping from his phone had Hizashi frowning before he was looking down at it, seeing an incoming message from one of the higher ups. It only took a quick scan of the message to see that he was, not-so-politely, being told that he was done for the day, already clocked out, and that his husband was on his way to pick him up so he could ‘get some goddamn rest.’ Shima gave a proud, beaming grin when Hizashi looked up at her. “You’re welcome!”

“I hate you?” Hizashi looked from her to his phone, feeling a shock of warmth at how much the people in his life cared for him. The fact he was already clocked out meant he legally couldn’t even try to get back on his computer and do anymore work for the day without getting into legal trouble. He was legally being told to get out and go get some rest. “Why are you so mean to me?” Which meant once he finished at the radio station he could go home and cuddle up with Shouta and Toshinori and let their warmth and safety drown out everything else.

“Aw, I see you as a friend, too,” Shima cooed, voice softer and quieter. When Hizashi glanced over, he saw she was petting at her sidekick’s head, the girl halfway to being asleep as she breathed softly. “Seriously, though, Yamada. I know what a rough day looks like, so just… take care of yourself, yeah?”

“Fuck,” Hizashi breathed out softly, pulling himself up with a groan. “I’m going to have to actually get you something decent for Christmas, aren’t I?” The ugly snort of laughter had Hizashi managing a larger smile as he shook his head. “Make sure to get some rest yourself, Shima.” 

“Just as long as you do, Yamada,” she winked, shooing him out so she could coddle her sidekick even more than she already did. Honestly, Hizashi was waiting for Shima to come in with adoption papers with how she was about that kid. 

It wasn’t until Hizashi was halfway to his office that his phone dinged again, this time a message from Shouta with a laughing emoji and a simple, ‘Got kicked out huh?’

‘I was politely told to get the fuck out and get some goddamn rest before I had a heart attack and would need to be replaced,’ Hizashi texted back, trying not to snort as Shouta sent a row of more laughing emojis. It was hilarious that everyone assumed Hizashi was the emoji abuser when Shouta’s texts typically contained an emoji with each line or sentence. ‘You don’t have to come get me.’

‘Too late. Already omw.’ Which meant Shouta had probably left to come and check on him just like Toshinori had even before he had been texted by Hizashi’s agency. ‘Get your things before they lock you out of your office workaholic.’

‘You have no rights to call me that considering your own work ethic.’ Hizashi sent a little emoji of his own before tucking his phone away and heading to get his things. Considering the type of people he worked with, he truly wouldn’t be surprised if they kicked him out before he could so much as grab his bag. They wouldn’t even feel bad about it, they would just laugh at him.

Thankfully, it didn’t take him long to gather the files he needed and head back down towards the lobby, everyone soundly ignoring him. It wasn’t the first time an agency wide message had been sent out to warn people that Hizashi was getting kicked out and, knowing him and his co-workers, it wouldn’t be the last. Hizashi hated and loved every last one of them. 

Hizashi was on the sidewalk when a pair of footsteps fell into step with his own, Hizashi feeling something in him soften and relax at Shouta’s quiet laugh, “Radiant was the one to kick you out, huh? How’d that feel?”

“Like the universe was throwing everything I’ve ever done back in my face,” Hizashi snorted, smiling when Shouta’s shoulder brushed against his own. “I could have finished my shift, you know. It’s not a patrol day.” 

“You could have,” Shouta agreed, looking at him with that look of his that was far too understanding. “But you don’t have to. You’re the one always yelling at me about teamwork and cooperation with others, after all, aren’t you?” 

“That’s because you try to take on two dozen human traffickers without any backup.” That had been far too nerve wracking of a night, in Hizashi’s opinion. Nemuri, at least, had shared in his suffering when Shouta had ended laid up in the hospital with a concussion and a broken wrist.

“Mm, you all were running late.” Ass, Hizashi thought to himself fondly. “I’d ask if we were going home, but…”

“Radio station,” Hizashi finished, closing his eyes for a moment. As much as he craved going home and finally resting, he still had work to do. He wouldn’t let a bad day ruin all the work he and everyone else he worked with at the station had been doing. Besides, it wasn’t a recording or live day, so there was at least that much. 

“You’re lucky you don’t need to record today,” Shouta snorted, reading Hizashi’s mind as he always did. “Alright. Let’s go, then.” Hizashi half-wanted to argue that Shouta didn’t need to come with him, but he knew it was a fight he wouldn’t win. 

Hizashi took a breath anyways, getting ready to gather up the energy he would need to ask about Toshinori, and dinner, and how the students were after Shouta had checked on the dorm. Stupidly, though, Hizashi forgot that he was talking to Shouta.

He hadn’t even gotten a word out before Shouta was talking again, firm enough to be heard, but soft enough to make it easy on his headache, “Toshinori made it home alright, by the way. He also started digging up American Sign Language books, but I decided I didn’t even want to ask since I knew I’d hear about it from you later. He’s also starting dinner. For a man who doesn’t eat food typically, he’s a better cook than I would have thought. 

“Oh, and I think the kid is gonna kill all the troublemakers in 1-A if they keep trying to kidnap him like they have been,” Shouta continued, Hizashi feeling tension drain out of him as he listened to the man’s voice. “They actually had him trapped in the dorms when I went to check on everything before Nemuri took over watch. He was taped to the chair and making at least two of them do handstands.”

Shouta didn’t stop for a moment, talking softly and damn near rambling as his steps kept time with Hizashi’s, not expecting him to say a single word back in response. It was a routine that was years old and familiar enough that Hizashi could let himself get lost in the words as Shouta led them along to where they needed to go. 

His eyes slipped shut for a moment, the phantom feeling of pressure around his throat and leather cutting into his skin damn near gone. He was still exhausted, and stretched thin, and felt like too much at once would put him right back where he had been, but… 

The day was almost over and he had Shouta by his side. As far as he was concerned, he would be just fine for a few more hours.

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Hi Scores & Taiyaki

Hi Scores & Taiyaki

Welcome back to part 3 of the Kuroo x 1st person fic. This will be the last installment for now unless I decide to use Social Dummy again to continue the character’s relationship. But first things first, thanks for reading this and major shoutouts to @vbcshenaningansnwritings​ for reblogging my stories & @kaidasen​ for encouraging me to post these drabbles/drafts/fics. ::hugs to you::

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The weeklong camp had come to an end before it had begun. I had a lot of fun hanging out with the girls during the end of camp barbecue. There were a few instances where I had to chase after Bokuto to remind him to not steal so much food from the different grills, but he just laughed it off before running away with a plate full of food for Akaashi. Kuroo on the other hand, was busy keeping track of his protoges, Kenma and Tsukishima (another tall middle blocker from Karasuno) by also doing the same thing. There was a moment before the visiting teams started to pack their belongings where Kenma tugged on my sleeve to pull me aside causing my conversation with the female managers to be cut short. (We had already traded contact info during the many nights we stayed up exchanging stories of their teams antics, so we all decided to text each other later).

“Everything ok Kenma?” I asked when we stopped walking. There was a safe distance between the side of the building where we stood and the other members of the teams.

“Kuroo seems to really like you,” he said in a low tone. I nodded as I kicked the invisible pile of dust on the concrete floor. His console was tucked away in his track jacket pocket, but he continued to play a different game on his phone.

“I have a feeling that I already know,” I replied with a smirk.

“Good. Because I couldn’t get him to shut up about you after you helped Lev out the other day.”

A chortle escaped my lips, “I see. Well, if that’s all you wanted to tell me, then I guess we could head back. C’mon, Karasuno is about to leave now too. Let’s say bye to Shoyo & Tsukki.”

It seemed as though everyone had begun saying their farewells by the time we returned.

***

Summer vacation quickly ended for me as soon as it had begun. Classes were starting again the following day, so naturally by the time I had arrived back home, I greeted my parents before calling my close friend, Riza.

“Kenma confirmed to me that Kuroo does like me and we may or may not have spent more time alone after lights out,” I explained collapsing on my mattress.

“Oh ho ho,” Riza chuckled on her end of the line. “So, the tom cat finally came around to liking you? That’s terrific. All of his fans are going to be heart broken when you guys go out on your date next Saturday.”

“I know. I am not looking forward to receiving those glares from his exes though.”

“Meh, you’ll be fine. They were the ones who let him go with the exception of Angela though. Those two always fought, but I am glad you two never really fought. Well, maybe except in trig when you both arrived at different limit answers, haha.”

“Of course you’d remember how well he took being wrong, Riz.”

“Mmhm. I gotta back my friend up whenever he assumes he is the smartest in the room. Anyways, I’m gonna go prepare for bed. See you in class tomorrow.”

“Okidokie. Meet at the convenience store at seven?”

“I’ll be there. Later Kat.”

***

The days seemed to have blurred together, but with both Kuroo and I heavily invested in our separate clubs outside of school hours, we barely had any time to discuss finalizing our plans for our arcade date. On Friday night before our date, I received a call from him. He seemed a bit stressed out, more so than usual, but that was to be expected since the team had a qualifying match scheduled in a few days time.

“Coach is making us have an extra practice on Wednesday and that’s when this chem lab is due. There’s also this make up test I have to do for history and I’m falling behind in trig since I can’t really find the time for homework. Kat, I don’t know what to do.” 

I was seated at my desk in front of my computer screen in the middle of typing an essay for English class. It was a three to five page paper discussing the themes of Westernized fairy tales which I stopped writing because clearly, Kuroo needed someone to snap him back into focus.

“Take a deep breath first,” I heard him inhale and upon his exhale, I continued. “Good. Now, listen to me carefully Tetsuro: meet me in the library after class on Monday. Bring all your materials for the classes you fell behind on. I’ll make copy of my notes and bring a pen to correct your mistakes on the trig quizzes since you got an 80% last time.”

“Our second date is a study date, huh?”

I chuckled. “It can be. Let’s survive the first one, yeah? The forecast called for rain tomorrow afternoon, so hopefully we won’t get caught in it on the way back.”

***

I arrived first to the arcade around 17:50. I was dressed in the best casual attire I could think of: navy wide leg pants, a white dress shirt paired underneath with a lemon yellow camisole. My shoes were black rain boots and my hair was left down. Kuroo came a few minutes later dressed in an all black street ensemble attire that made me think I was a bit out of his league (more so than before).

“You did not have to come here looking like an idol star,” I teased when he reached out to hold my hand.

“And you didn’t have to either,” he said with a smile. “Let’s go inside to play Street Fighter II again, yeah?” I nodded.

A few hours passed us by as we kept reloading the game cards playing different arcade games ranging from fighting games, TETRIS, and music games (like JuBEAT FESTO). Kuroo’s cat like smile made me more competitive when he failed the last song of JuBeat.

“Move aside, lemme see if I can beat your score sir,” I mused. I swiped my card and selected my first song and the speed. The tiles began to glow with the first few notes coming from the machine. There were a lot of encouraging words coming through the screen: “Combo!” “Perfect” “100 note streak!”

“By the time my round ended, the title card illuminated with a new hi-score slot waiting for my initials to be put in.

“If I wanted to date Kenma, I would have just taken him here,” Kuroo muttered under his breath. “Well, you win. I bow down to you, Kat-chan. Queen of JuBEAT FESTO.”

“You don’t have to, but maybe we should go? It’s almost 20:30 and I don’t want to stay out too late. Let’s go grab a bite to eat, yeah?”

There were a few food cart vendors located down the street from the arcade. Their carts were lined up against the entrance way of an old park where there once was a sunflower field. Years of urbanization caused the flowers to no longer be planted, but in their stead, a field of peonies were grown. I took a seat on one of the benches facing the flowers. A warm smile graced my lips as I leaned down to pluck one off the field. 

“Such a pretty flower for a pretty date,” Kuroo’s voice made me yelp in surprise. He cackled as he extended one of the taiyaki he bought toward me. “Here, I got you a taiyaki.” I took one of the fish shaped pastries an thanked him. We raised our fishes to each other and began to munch on them; we sat there for about half an hour making the time pass by playing a question game with each other. 

“Your turn,” I reminded Kuroo with a nudge of my elbow. “Ask me anything you like.”

“Alright,” Kuroo replied. “Hmm...I got it! Kat, how many dates do we have to go on before I ask you to be my girlfriend?”

I leaned forward and folded my arms over my thighs, a hum drawn out into the air. I made direct eye contact with the peonies, the one I plucked remained on the bench. He had a puzzled emotion worn on his face.

“As many as it takes for me to believe you actually like me. Kuroo,” I swallowed thickly. “You’re someone who would break up with a girl over the fact that they bore you or that they didn’t understand your commitment to your team as captain. It’s going to take some time for me to believe your emotions toward me are genuine. Sure, we had fun at training camp, but I need you think this through. Are you sure you want to be with me?”

At this point, Kuroo stood up and immediately crouched down in front of me. The summer breeze made his hair dance in the wind along with the blooms behind him. 

“I’m sure,” he replied. A hand of his combed a few pieces of my hair behind my ear; he grabbed the plucked peony blossom and placed it behind my exposed ear. “See? You do look more glamorous with it in your hair. C’mon, I suppose it’s time for me to walk you home.”

He pulled me up off the bench and placed a light kiss atop the crown of my head. 

We arrived at the fork in the sidewalk where we would have originally had split up before, but instead Kuroo escorted me to the front courtyard of my apartment complex building. He held my hand the entire walk over, telling me more stories of his childhood with Kenma up until the time Kenma turned twelve and they  climbed a tree to rescue a kitten. 

“And that’s how Kenma had his first pet,” Kuroo said, a triumphant smile over his face.

“So it seems,” I replied, a shortened giggle fell out of my mouth. He raised my hand to his lips, thanking me for a wonderful outing. His thumb traced over my knuckles lightly. I removed the flower from behind my ear before offering it to him. He pushed it back toward me before he tilted my chin up to meet his gaze.

“Keep it, sweetheart,” his voice told me. He leaned down again and kissed me, slowly to quiet my irrational fears of not being wanted by him. One kiss was all it took for both of us to come to terms with our outlook on each other. My eyes fluttered open, my hand still wrapped around the peony’s stem. He kissed my cheek when I wasn’t looking directly at him.

“Go on upstairs. I’ll leave after you go,” he told me in an hazy tone. He squeezed my hand gently. 

“Thank you for today,” I began as I turned around to open the door of the lobby. “See ya at school next week.”

***

About a month and half after our first date, Kuroo and I found ourselves curled up on the couch in his living room with a Ghibli film playing in the background. His arm was resting comfortably against my waist, drawing small circles on my skin. I turned my eyes away from the tv to look up at him before I decided I was done watching the film. I committed the minute details of his face to memory. 

He cocked his head to the side with a curious brow lifted toward me right up until the moment I initiated a kiss. Kuroo did not object to this sign of affection pouring from me. His hand moved away from my waist to my back, then I felt his arms loop behind me to pull me over his lap. I found myself wrapping my legs around his waist as my hands made their way on to the fabric of his shirt prior to me holding on to it for balance as he began to work on deepening our kiss. I found myself smiling into every kiss he gave me, stealing every ounce of air he had inside his lungs. He rested his head against the crook of my neck, his breathing uneven. 

“Three years of wondering what it would feel like to have you alone like this,” his voice reverberated gently against my skin causing a blush to dance across my face. Slowly, I felt his lips imprint open mouthed kisses up the side of my neck. He was gentle with me at first, much like the first person to kiss me like this. My breath was caught in my throat and it seemed he didn’t care as a whimper escaped my lips in anticipation not knowing where his lips were headed to next. Damn this boy, my inner thoughts cursed at him.

Each kiss gained momentum the closer his lips grazed against my own. In the past couple of dates that we had had, I mentioned off hand to Kuroo that if he were to kiss my neck, even playfully, I’d crumble beneath his touch. Smooth ass mother fucker, I thought. 

“Shh...” I hushed him within a few seconds when I felt his one of his hands disappear under the back of my shirt and the other stabilized the back of my neck. I’d like to think he counted how many layers of clothing there was between us, but his coarse hands roamed my body curious to know how soft my skin was.  

He pushed me forward, causing me to crash on to his demanding lips again; his hands were wrapped around my waist and mine laced lightly around the back of his neck, giving me more support to push myself into him more. His mouth was compressed against mine, yet this kiss remained as light as we had intended it to be. We sat like this for a few moments before our lips began to move rhythmically over the other, the pace being set by him.

I exhaled through my nose, not wanting to let go of him. There was an overwhelming feeling of mutual relief toward each other finally seeing what we could be. Relief raced out of hearts for a moment only to be replaced with this sense of combined eccentric panic, and lust. More, I thought. I need more of this kind of physical affection.

Kuroo’s hand on the small of my back travelled higher in an attempt to pull my shirt over my head, to which I shook my head in agreement.

“It’s too hot,” I said, lifting the fabric over my head and tossing it to the side. Kuroo’s eyed my exposed top half through running his hands up my sides. My chest rose and fell with every touch his grazed my skin.

“I concur,” he said. I shrugged before I leaned down, hands pressing his shoulders back on to the back of the couch. From there, I began my barrage of open mouthed kisses down his neck, leaving bite marks behind his ear. Hearing him hiss an exasperated sigh when he pulled me toward him causing me to stop.

My hair hung over my shoulders as Kuroo tilted his head up again to press his forehead against mine. He and I exchanged a few words making sure the other was doing ok; most of our replies were done in a hummed tone of the “yes,” variety.

Our heart rates needed to return to a normal pace prior to us continuing where we had left off. Kuroo’s playful shine in his eyes and smirk told me everything I wanted to know. I caressed his cheek when I pulled away, the inside of my palm warm from his flushed face. 

“Kat,” he breathed my name so effortlessly it caused me to stop stroking the side of his face.

“Hmm?” my vocal chords vibrates at the sound of my name. “What is it?”

Suddenly, I took note of how Kuroo’s eyes were trying to refocus themselves on my face; pupils dilated meaning he felt the rush of serotonin enter his system. He shifted his weight underneath me and whispered something along the lines of “you’re staying over tonight,” in my ear to which I nodded. I didn’t have time to wait since I felt him stand up with his hands under my thighs.

“W-woah!” I said, stifling a laugh when I moved my arms around his neck for balance. “Where are you taking me?” As if I didn’t already know the answer. I arched my eyebrow up at him with a teasing expression.

“My room,” Kuroo answered, his eyes crinkled with a smile. “To continue where we left off kitten.”

#haikyu!! fiction #kuroo x 1st person pov #part 3 of 3 #another miniseries is done!

[inspector-montoya-fox]

let’s discuss how Sly 3’s lack of “typical” levels damages its potential as a game

both Sly 1 and Sly 2 have a set of levels which can fit into specific categories:

Raleigh and Dimitri’s levels can be seen as the tutorial level, with blue as a major colour in their palettes welcoming the player (Raleigh’s episode can also be seen as the ‘sea level’)

Muggshot has the ‘desert level’

Miz Ruby shares her style with both Rajan and the Contessa, as the latter two split Miz Ruby’s spookiness and jungle setting. we therefore have the ‘spooky levels’ and the ‘jungle levels’

Panda King and Jean Bison have the ‘snow levels’

Clockwerk and Arpeggio/ClockLa have the final levels, which can both be linked by their mechanical themes

to any player, this is all very reminiscent of other games (off the top of my head: Mario Kart, Conker’s Bad Fur Day, Uncharted, Pokémon, etc.). i’m not saying a game has to categorise its levels in this way to be good. not wanting to fit into these stereotype boxes is ok! this format feels tired nowadays anyway.

Sly 3 was ambitious, surely. what we got was:

Venice instead of Paris (the latter being a tutorial in the first game, a level in the second game, and a theme in both games as well as in the lore). this could be seen as the equivalent of the ‘tutorial level’ (Raleigh, Dimitri). this was a cool hub: it had moving gondolas, Carmelita was roaming the area, the main buildings of interest were unique (Police HQ, Octavio Clock Tower, Opera House, Ferris Wheel, Plaza)

Australian Outback as a ‘wild level’ (?) if that even makes sense. this was a misstep: red rocks and mountains did not make up for lack of buildings. the hub felt redundant, the crane in the centre had limited use, the details were scarce. the main concept here was like Nature V Artifice, but i can’t imagine a player ever thinking ‘gee, i wish i had a construction-themed level’

Holland had Carmelita... i guess? she wasn’t even there permanently. whereas with the other Sly 3 levels i can squeeze out an excuse for a theme, Holland as a hub doesn’t have anything unique. the windmills ok. what then? the wolf? hm maybe ok. the castle? the same castle we didn’t get an interior for. no ma’am. absolutely f not. the blimps were a nice touch, but other than that, it was a depressing hub. the only thing i absolutely loved about this episode was the hotel. it didn’t have much going for it, but this was the first and only time we met actual, innocent civilians in a playable hub. think about that. the mission where Murray rows Sly to the rooms via sewer is one of my highlights from the game

China was the exception. i talk about it in more depth in my Tsao essay (https://inspector-montoya-fox.tumblr.com/post/188231490502/hi-heres-a-personal-opinion-tsao-is-an) but basically the hub was vast with lots of great details such as the pagodas, the Chinese boats and Carmelita (ofc), the other locations were fun as well (Panda King’s retreat, Tsao’s bamboo spot, the palace’s interior, the treasury). it also happened to fit the ‘snow level’ slot

Bloodbath Bay was the ‘sea level’... supposedly. overshadowed by that godforsaken pirate ship map gameplay, there wasn’t much to discover. the guards were great, the rocking pirate ships were nice. what about Skull Keep? why wasn’t there a mission exploring the interior? Sly 2 relied heavily on interiors (Contessa’s various spooky rooms, Rajan’s spice operation lab, Rajan’s ballroom, Rajan’s guesthouse, the lighthouse, Dimitri’s nightclub), why didn’t Sly 3 continue with that formula? didn’t SP consider that the players would be curious to find out how the Keep looks like inside instead of bashing the same palm trees again and again? but credit be given where credit be due: although empty, the prehistoric lizard island was an ok hub

I cannot stress how much of a disappointment Kaine Island was. SP went ahead and designed the ULTIMATE ‘final level’. it was ALL the evil lairs combined into one: laser sharks, laser bats, mindless minions, a huge Frankenstein’s monster turtle thing, all on a mountain surrounded by watch towers and sunk in an acid tub. and what did we get? well, not a playable hub to begin with. we got unconnected missions all glued together hastily, each one being even worse than the other (cottdamn diving gameplay, plane and RC car gameplay... ffs). and then the Cooper Vault... it wasn’t bad. it just wasn’t great. it wasn’t worth the hype Sly built over the course of the recruiting procedure. looking at the ancestors’ stuff and going through all the traps they set was fun. that being said, too many unanswered questions were created. what about the other ancestors? where was Sly supposed to build his own section if the Vault ended at Connor’s section? did everything get destroyed when the island collapsed? basically, not worth the headache...

Australian Outback, Holland and Bloodbath Bay: what these three levels had in common was their lack of character. as Sly players, whenever we hear ‘Prague’ or ‘India’ or ‘Haiti’, the levels from Sly 1 and 2 instantly pop up in our mind. the episodes left such a mark in our brains that we will always associate them with their real counterpart locations. they had detail: cobweb fences, satanic goat skulls, dead turtles, little French cars parked in the streets, a fucking lighthouse maybe idk??? and most importantly: they had groundbreaking music. i’m not saying Sly 3 didn’t have these things. but in comparison to Sly 1 and 2, Sly 3 didn’t have shit.

to get back to where i started: a game’s levels don’t have to fit under the stereotypical categories - but it helps. because when you have a specific theme or characteristic in mind it helps to build upon that. like use the spookiness, the snow, the lava, the sea as a foundation and then build up amazing structures, designs, characters. i’m not a game developer but i feel like i’m making sense. if a game level doesn’t follow these (today considered) clichés, then it has to stand out because of something unique. Arkham City didn’t have a theme. it was just a dark abandoned section of Gotham. but Rocksteady sprinkled so many details and easter eggs across it that i spent hours just flying around (i know i’m comparing Arkham City and Sly Cooper, shut the fuck up). see my point?

#gee #essay time #sly cooper #not my best tbh

[kippentrash]

(1/?)The fact that I thought them saying long distance was a metaphor for how the relationship is slowburn is probably far fetched right? I think Rachel will show up in 3x14, that would be some conflict possibly because Marty is shown running with Buffy :o If I'm gonna be honest I think Muffy will get together romantically but once I meet Rachel I'll either be like "love this new character!" or "i want to cry why are you this way" JUST LET THEM BE HAPPY DISNEY I BEG YOU

(2/?) Tyrus tangents always welcome! My heart broke for both of them. Cyrus is already insecure as we’ve seen and this can’t be good for his self esteem :( TJ is obviously going through something and I’m worried for what it is. Did Kira make him insecure? Or was it something different? Either way this emotional conflict (as you pointed out) feels almost bigger than the gun. Because Cyrus trusts Tj at this point, the gun situation was the thing to cement that

(3/3) Totally agree with being outsold like this episode, while hurtful in aspects was so GOOD. We’re seeing Jonah growth, Muffy and Tyrus growth and I am here for it!! Bexie not having a wedding I was actually okay with? Hopefully Andi’ll be okay too. My cats a Burmese! He just reached his 1st year yesterday :) you have a dog??? What breed? How old? Sorry I love dogs they are great animals -ghostie anon

So like this turned out pretty long bc I addressed pretty much everything you mentioned (most elaborately the buildup and teardown of Cyrus) plus more here and there. Like, I’ve typed a lot before, and I’ve put things under a cut before, but this is LONG. Like when I first got into the fandom and typed a weeks worth of responsed for the Andi Mack Month prompts long. SO UNDER A CUT IT GOES LOL (I’m sorry again for it being practically a 5 page essay ;w;)

To summarize: Rachel will definitely be an interesting aspect of the ep, the things showed of Cyrus’s insecurities plus the fact that somersaults are ‘their thing’ makes it all the more painful, I’m really excited to see what specifically they chose to do with TJ and his insecurities, Jonah’s doing better and I don’t want Jandi to ruin that, this episode has some cool parallels to 1x11, and this episode set up so much with each of the relationships I’m ready to see unfurl. Oh and rip Andi bigtime this episode.

Oh and so you don’t need to scroll all the way down, THAT’S SO CUTE MY FRIEND HAS A BURMESE TOO!!! He always looks like he’s constantly terrified lol I don’t think he likes me. And HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIM!!! Doggos are amazing I have a yellow lab and I wub her sm

OKAY ONTO MY HELLA LONG RESPONSE TO YOUR ASKS I LOVE YOU AND IM REALLY SORRY IN ADVANCED 

Ooo that’s a cool thought! Maybe maybe! All I thought about the long distance thing is it was to show that Marty has changed a little during their time apart and that it was a plot device to show that Buffy’s competitiveness can cause her to get in over her head still, as well as you know the Marty worrying stuff. But that’s actually really interesting I hadn’t thought of it that way! I wonder how slow burn they can make it though considering how little is left for them to work with.

Pretty much anything Muffy related will cause conflict when it comes to Rachel tbh. Like just them standing next to one another with her knowledge will be something because of the sheer amount of sparks flying between them when they so much as look at each other LOL (You can see my Muffy stan jumping out). And I’m all for it! No offense Rachel, I know you probably make Marty happy and stuff but like… Muffy. I’m honestly kind of curious how Marty and Rachel’s relationship is going to be portrayed considering it’s going to be sunk FAST and I’m pretty sure Muffy will happen extremely soon after so. We’ll see how that goes. Because Muffy is definitely endgame at this point in my opinion, whether it be ambiguous because Rachel and Marty just broke up and they want to find security in the newly rebuilt relationship they have before starting anything or something they show with full confirmation and commitment on screen.

I’m trying my best to have NO expectations of Rachel so we’ll see what happens when I meet her lol. There’s no character in this show at this point I have ZERO opinion on I think (watch me remember some as soon as I finish posting this lol), so I’m pretty sure that I’ll definitely form some feeling about her in the single episode she’s in. But I’m kind of hoping they’re not that strong of feelings. So we’ll see how that goes I don’t want to feel bad for her but I also don’t want to just despise her for being a buffer between Muffy so. WE SHALL SEE WE SHALL SEE.

As for Tyrus, oh my GODS right? Looking at it from Cyrus’s perspective might pain me even more than looking at it in TJ’s. 

TJ’s the one person who’s constantly believed in him and never seems to be ashamed of Cyrus, and then this happens. He was the first one to tell Cyrus not to let anyone, even himself, tell him what he can’t do. Then take into account that somersault is one of those big moments in Cyrus’s life where TJ was there and believed in him and didn’t seem to be ashamed or put off by it, even though Cyrus and Andi had insisted it was something Cyrus was incapable of. Both him and his best friend tried to warn TJ against it, yet TJ didn’t give up on Cyrus and was so proud when he was able to do it. But now that same thing that TJ had once been proud of and shown no judgment towards and is something Cyrus considered to be their thing is what TJ winds up opting out of. 

It brings me back to s2 when Cyrus said “He wants to be friends with me. Who knows why.” And it makes me really want to cri everytiem. Like you said, the gun situation built up their friendship even more and established its solidarity, and you can tell they got even closer after it. He thought they were comfortable and that he was as important to TJ as TJ was to him (which he IS), especially after the whole “only person I can talk to like this” thing. So TJ not telling Cyrus something, along with that ‘something’ negatively having to do with something he thought was special to both of them, must be a real punch in the gut.  Maybe Cyrus is more secure in himself than I’m giving him credit for and is just feeling betrayed, but I think it’s more of both betrayal, humiliation, and questioning of their whole relationship (which I think I’ve posted about already lol). 

AND THEN if you take when he and Jonah were supposed to wear matching jackets together and compare that to him and TJ in this scenario, I’d think that this feels even worse. TJ was the one brought up doing a matching costume in comparison to him bringing up the jackets with Jonah, and instead of just being a jacket from a random sports game he didn’t care for, this was an inside joke that he emphasized was their thing. So it was bigger and more important. This may be me reading into it too much, but considering being ditched in a situation like this is now something that has happened to him before due to the Jonah thing, he might feel even worse about himself for letting it happen to him twice.

I’m putting a lot of emphasis on the fact that it’s their thing, because even though Cyrus and TJ both saying that in the episode was cute for the simple fact that they say they have a ‘thing’, I feel like by saying that it also draws attention to the importance of what the costume was in their relationship. It was them both being proud of having a ‘thing’ and ‘inside joke’ together. And I kinda keep in mind that Cyrus and TJ had been talking about the costume and its importance to two different people trying to stand their ground against two different costumes. They know both of them found the costume funny and was a cool joke between the two of them, but they didn’t necessarily know how much importance it held for the other. But one party backed out of something that actually holds importance and emotional value for someone they claimed they didn’t really hang out with much and with no warning at all. If it were me my anxiety would make me wonder whether it had actually been important to them at all or if it were all in my own head. ;=;

This scene just feels so built up from so many different times we’ve seen Cyrus feel insecure, and now that TJ’s become someone he doesn’t find himself feeling insecure around and someone he instead finds comfort in, having it all compound into TJ no longer being someone who he can feel he trusts makes it so much worse. Especially since it related to something he felt was important enough to them that he’d opted out of the GHC+Jonah costume.

And on TJ’s side I feel so bad that he feels like turning down Kira for Cyrus is something that wouldn’t normally be accepted, and I’m really curious what route they’re going to go in terms of which aspect of what she said had caused him to change his mind, because really there are a few different things they can go about using. They can draw it on the lines of peer pressure and social hierarchy, fear of being too obvious with how he treats Cyrus, make him question himself/his sexuality, etc. and whatever route they do take will essentially come back to TJ’s insecurity. 

But like I said, TJ’s never seemed to be ashamed of being close to Cyrus before and has never seemed to care about how being friends with Cyrus (or ‘a person like Cyrus’) might affect his image before, so I’m really interested to see what part of his insecurities caused him to ditch Cyrus. He’s in so much pain when he sees Cyrus (Luke OUTSOLD) that it makes me wonder what pushed him to even consider hurting both himself and Cyrus in the process. Especially when you consider the line from 3x7 where he talks about how if he knew Reed had a gun, he definitely wouldn’t have brought Cyrus. So yeah, I’m really curious and hope to see them actually specify what part of her threat caused him to decide to change his mind. They pretty much need to have him give some explanation to Cyrus in order for things to mend themselves.

I also wonder if TJ will feel bad enough about this to avoid Cyrus himself or if TJ’s insecurities will cause him to feel like he doesn’t have the right or can’t talk to Cyrus without it being risky, or if Cyrus will be avoiding him after this or anything. This seems like a big argument type of thing. No TJ next episode means no confrontation for at least a period of time in-universe, and I don’t think it’ll be Buffy and Andi policing Cyrus again this time. Cyrus is his own person, they know that and acknowledge that more than ever after the gun incident, and I think they know whatever he does in regards to TJ will be his own decision and will support his decision like the good friends they are. People are upset at them for jumping to conclusions about TJ ditching Cyrus but fact of the matter is their friend is extremely upset over something TJ caused, and they’re being protective. Sort of like when Amber had done some bad things to Andi, it took Cyrus and Buffy some time on their own to lower their defenses. Plus, looking at Cyrus’s face when he was about to cry after TJ leaves with Kira tells me that while the gun thing wasn’t that personal, this definitely was.

Please say that it’s not a plotline they shove offscreen for an episode like they did with Jonah and Libby before coming back to it. At least show Cyrus having some distress about it and talking about it with maybe Buffy or something. And please please please Andi Mack I beg of you stop hurting TJ like this he’s already gone through so much and he’s NOT EVEN A MAIN CHARACTER SALKDJASKLDJ Anytime he does something like this it will give me flashbacks to “classic TJ” and I DON’T WANT IT TO (okay yes I do because it shows it’s a powerful line and they’re using it to provoke me properly but you know what I mean)

Jonah, Jonah, Jonah. This poor boy. He’s growing into his own person and becoming more understanding that while he should take others feelings into account he also needs to pay attention to himself instead of just always putting on a brave face which I love. But jfc he has the worst timing to make these decisions. Andi already had so many other things just crashing down around her, adding his anvil to the pile was definitely an oof.

I really hope that now that they’re emphasizing both how Andi does not want to be the next ex in the lineup as well as how Jonah finds being in a relationship too demanding that it’s actually building up to a single Jonah endgame, or at the very least an ambiguous endgame. They have it pretty set in stone at this point that Andi and Jonah are fine with their friendship and that Jonah’s been getting himself into relationships he is most definitely not ready for, so with so few episodes left I can’t see how they can turn that on its heel and result in Jandi endgame without some major logic gaps. 

For the love of EVERYTHING Jonah take some time to be single. Amber always needing a boyfriend pales in comparison to you always getting a girlfriend even though you don’t even seem to want one???

Also random but I really like how his decision to not partake in the group costume paralleled 1x11 where Andi decided to not just make decisions to make Jonah happy. I feel like this episode in general paralleled bits of 1x11 here and there tbh. Maybe I’m just reading into it too much but not just Jonah and Andi making their own decisions instead of making everyone happy, but the whole costume aspect vs the prison uniforms, Cyrus wanting to back out of Mt Rushmore vs wanting to change into his own outfit for picture day, Buffy helping Cyrus find an replacement vs Buffy helping Cyrus find a way to use the prison uniform well for his picture, and Jonah not participating in Mt Rushmore just for Andi vs Andi not giving up on her movement and taking off the uniform just for Jonah are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head! I haven’t seen anyone mention it and it’s not like its a big obvious parallel, but it’s just some things I started thinking about after comparing Jonah and Andi’s ‘were we ever’-esque speeches.

AND FINALLY MUFFY, TYRUS, AND BEXIE PLOTS OPENING. 

Like you said, I love the develpoment they’re giving Muffy and Tyrus! Muffy’s being given time to show that they fit like puzzle pieces even after not talking for awhile and that even after they haven’t talked for awhile and left on not the best of terms, they still clearly care for eachother whatever way that is at the moment, and I can’t wait to see how they add to that care and their dynamic as we get to see the rest of Marty’s episodes in the season. Tyrus getting angst specifically related to their relationship like Muffy’s ‘I want it to be real/I don’t want it to change’, Bexie’s proposal(s) and last name decision, and Jandi’s… well Jandi’s everything since pretty much it’s always something personal blown out of proportion for Jandi is something I didn’t expect and am actually excited for the more I think about it! Like yes it’s going to pain me until the show is back, but I’m not opposed to the angst itself lol. So I’m ready to see how they grow and to what extent they grow by the finale!

Bexie not having a wedding I’m actually okay with too. Like there’s really no rush to get married, if they decide later down the line they do want to have a wedding or just want to officiate it that’s fine. They’re engaged, and they’re committed to eachother, and that’s enough for them if they can be a family. Of course, eventually they’ll probably want to go through with at least something small in the future (if you think hypothetically not with the confirmation they’re gonna have a wedding in show) that’s fine too. Honestly, considering they didn’t even go through the process of beginning to date again before proposing, I sort of think it’d be good for them if they prolong the wedding. There’s no time frame a wedding needs to occur post engagement, right?

I do feel bad for Andi though, since she was so excited and working so hard with Cece to plan for the wedding, only for it to not happen since of course it’s not her wedding and she can’t make them get married if they don’t want to. This episode was just so mean to her oh my gosh, from her parents’ marriage to her group costume, they were things she was so excited for but had to rely on others which ultimately fell through and she just can’t do anything about it really. PLUS trying to work out a friends’ relationship and make it work for them even though it’s really not something she should need to get involved with must’ve exhausted her. Trust me, I know. I know the feeling for both the being excited for something but commitments fall through and the feeling of how tiring it is trying to help friends in a relationship understand their own relationship. Lmao.

I think that was about it in response to what you said. Sorry again that it’s so frEAKING long and if you read this far (whether you’re ghostie or you’re just a random passerby on this LONG ASS POST) you a real one and I love you

I should have applied to TyrusChat with this much commentary i stg SLKAJDLKSAJ except I was too socially anxious to apply and have such disorganized thoughts to dump. Whoops.

I hope this made sense. It took me like 2-3 hrs to type this all out while discording my friends (not related to Andi Mack), so yeah. Hope this was a fun read and is somewhat coherent since it’s 2am. No proofreading we die like… dead people.

OVERALL: As you put it best...

“JUST LET THEM BE HAPPY DISNEY I BEG YOU “

#andi mack #muffy #tyrus #askcan trashcan #ghostie anon #i'll reblog this tmrw since you're prob asleep ghostie lol #holy shit this is nearly 3000 words #i pasted on a google doc and it is literally a little over 4 pages long #im so sorry #i love you to whoever winds up reading this #i swear i only type this much on my personal website normally #nobody cares trash #cyrus goodman #tj kippen #jonah beck #andiman #am meta #ig not really meta but analysis? #idk the word #long post #s3e13 #am 3.13 #3x13

[tristinvang-blog]

How Important is Literacy Sponsorship?

Researcher and professor of English, Deborah Brandt wrote an essay called Sponsors of Literacy. In that essay, Brandt wrote about literacy sponsorship and the ways it affects the relationship between literacy and the economy. Literacy sponsors, according to Brandt are, “any agents, local or distant, concrete or abstract, who enable, support, teach, model, as well as recruit, regulate, suppress, or withhold literacy—and gain advantage by it in some way”(Brandt, 72). In the essay, one of the ways literacy sponsorship affects the relationship between literacy and the economy is the way in which it is accessible and rewarded. 

To illustrate this, Brandt gives the example of two individuals, Raymond Branch and Dora Lopez. Both Raymond and Dora Lopez were similar in that they were the same age, grew up in the same town, and attended the same college. Despite these similarities, Raymond had ended up in the higher end of the economic spectrum whereas Dora ended up on the lower end. The explanation for this is economic inequality was because the inequality of literacy sponsorship. Raymond Branch had access to more and better quality literacy sponsors. He had access to a number of academic, commercial, and parental resources such as new technology, professors, electronic stores, his father’s lab, and some founders of the first electronic bulletin boards in the U.S.. Dora Lopez on the other hand had lower quality and less literacy sponsors. She had access to a limited amount of resources for the literacy she sought. What was available to her were books by South American and Mexican authors, letters for her family, and limited access to computer technology.

Brandt points out that the inequality of sponsorship between Dora Lopez and Raymond Branch is due to their social differences. She states that, “Throughout their lives, affluent people from high-caste racial groups have multiple and redundant contacts with powerful literacy sponsors as a routine part of their economic and political privileges”(Brandt, 77). In the case of Raymond Branch, he fits this description perfectly. Not only is he is part of a majority-race group, he also has a professor as a father and a real estate executive as a mother, putting him in a high status position. In contrast to this, Dora Lopez belonged to a  minority-race group that only made up of one percent of the population in her town and was a daughter of parents who had worked blue collared jobs. For the cases like Dora Lopez, Brandt explains that, “Poor people and those from low-caste groups have less consistent, less politically secured access to literacy sponsors”(Brandt 77).

We see how the quality of both Raymond’s and Dora’s literacy sponsorship paid off by looking at their careers. For Raymond, he became a successful freelance writer of software and software documentation whereas Dora became a worker for a cleaning company, helping as a translator for the Latino staff at her company. From this we see how literacy sponsorship is the paramount factor in one’s literacy and economic placement. You cannot have economic success or literacy without the proper literacy sponsors. Raymond, as a result from his advantaged background was exposed to a greater level of literacy sponsorship and therefore achieved an economically successful career. Dora on the other hand, as a result of her disadvantaged background was exposed to lower level of literacy and therefore did not achieve a non economically successful career. The problem with this is that Brandt had left out an important variable in an individual's pursuit for literacy, which is personal determination.

Although literacy sponsorship can provide literacy to individuals it is not the only means of obtaining it. Literacy can be achieved by yourself with determination. An example of this is Malcolm X. Like Dora Lopez, Malcolm X was part of a minority-race group and he was low class. Unlike Dora Lopez, Malcolm had no parental support, he had no civil rights, and he dropped out of school after Eight grade. Considering these disadvantages Malcolm X’s literacy should have been far worse than Dora Lopez’s but he became one of the most important and influential leaders in the Civil Rights Movement, a feat by no means can be done with someone with negligible literacy. The agent behind Malcolm X’s literacy success was his own personal determination to become literate,

Credit to wikipedia 

In order to achieve the level of literacy he wanted Malcolm X needed to educate himself because he had dropped out of school in Eighth grade. Malcolm X didn’t receive his literacy from others, as he says in Learning to Read, “Many who today hear me somewhere in person, or in television, or those who read something I’ve said, will think I went to school far beyond the eighth grade. This impression is due entirely to my prison studies”(Malcolm X, 107). What prompted Malcolm X to become literate was the fact that he had been the underdog in discussions which was the result of his lack of literacy. During his first attempts to educate himself, Malcolm X describes just how hard it was for him. One of the things that Malcolm X said about this experience was that “every book I picked up had few sentences which didn’t contain one to nearly all of the words that might as well have been in Chinese.”(Malcolm X, 107), telling us how he started almost entirely illiterate. How Malcolm was able to study under these conditions he answers by saying, “I would have quit even these motions, unless I had received the motivation that I did.”(Malcolm X, 107).  Although Malcolm X enjoyed educating his self education, the education itself still required a great effort. Malcolm X had to go through great lengths to educate himself. Malcolm X use as much time as he had reading as much as possible. He even would try to extend the time he had to read by staying up. This was not only sacrificed sleep(resulted in 3-4 hours of sleep) it also required more effort because the only light source available to him at night came from the glow of a corridor light. On top of all of this there was also the danger of being caught by guards. Malcolm X describes the amount of reading he has done by saying, “No university would ask any student to devour literature as I did”(Malcolm X, 109). What Malcolm X gained from his intense reading was very strong knowledge about the history of African Americans and the injustices inflicted upon them by Caucasians. This information helped Malcolm X in becoming influential because he had a deep understanding of the historical grievances of the African Americans which he was able to use to rally followers. A good example of this is Malcolm X’s contribution to the Nation of Islam in which he was able to convince people to join his organization, increasing the number of followers from 500 to over 30,000.  Although this itself isn’t an economic success it certainly shows that Malcolm X has a level of literacy that can find itself job that can be on the economic high end.

Another example like Malcolm X that compares more fairly to Dora Lopez is Sandra Cisneros. Like Dora, Cisneros was a female Mexican American who had working-class parents. Her literacy sponsorship was also similar in that she had the influence Spanish literacy from her family which she states in a personal essay by writing, “my father’s only reading includes the brown-ink Esto sports magazines from Mexico City and the bloody ¡Alarma! Magazine that feature yet another sighting of La Virgen de Guadalupe on a tortilla or a wife’s revenge on her philandering husband by his skull in with a molcajete”(Cisneros, 102). There difference between the two is that Cisneros had achieved a level of literacy recognized on an international level, earning her numerous awards. Like Malcolm this level of literacy came from her determination to become literate. In Only Daughter, as a result of being cast away from her brothers Cisneros wrote, “that aloneness, that loneliness, was good for a would-be writer—it allowed me time to think and think, to imagine, to read and prepare myself”(Cisneros, 102), meaning that within her free time(alone time) she was devoted to raising her own literacy. This reflects Cisneros’s own determination to become literate. Cisneros not only actively raised her literacy not for its own sake but in the efforts to become a writer. Her endeavor was strengthened by her desire to be acknowledged by her father. Not only did it encourage her to write more but it also encouraged her to pursue higher education. The result of her hard work paid off because she became a successful writer and produced well known books.

Credit to Literary Hub

Through Dora Lopez and Raymond Branch, Brandt showed that inequality of literacy sponsorship affects the economic and literary outcome of an individual. This isn’t true however because it fails to apply to Malcolm X and Sandra Cisneros. If Brandt’s idea was true than Malcolm and Cisneros  should have ended up with low literacy or economic status rather than being profiters off of their own literacy. Instead of showing that literacy sponsorship is necessary for high literacy, both Malcolm X and Cisneros show that an individual’s determination to pursue literacy is more powerful in obtaining high levels of literacy than literacy sponsorship. If an individual’s determination is strong enough, than it can allow the individual to become literate despite having no significant literary sponsorship. Looking at Malcolm X’s case, we saw that he was able to overcome his disadvantages in learning or obtaining literacy that was a result of racism through the hard work of self education that came from his desire to learn. Looking at Cisneros, we saw that she grew up in a middle class family with similar literacy sponsors as Dora but because of her hard work she was able to become successful as a writer. Needless to say literacy sponsorship can benefit an individual greatly in the pursuit of literacy, it's just that an individual do not require great literacy sponsorship to become highly literate. 

Bibliography:

“Biography.” Malcolm X, https://www.malcolmx.com/biography/.

WARDLE, ELIZABETH. WRITING ABOUT WRITING. BEDFORD BKS ST MARTINS, 2019. 

Audio(in a youtube video):https://youtu.be/wCWWHIuRGnE

[meggannn]

into the spiderverse: timeline

when i went to see spiderverse again yesterday one of my goals was to come up with a timeline of the story, so here’s what i found with some of my notes. the main chunk of the story takes place over the course of a week in mid-december, beginning on a monday morning and ending friday night.

SUNDAY

NIGHT: Specified only in the background, but a collider test took place under Fisk tower Sunday evening with three pieces of evidence:           1) As Miles walks to school Monday morning, a friend from Brooklyn Middle asks him if he felt the “earthquake” (collider test) last night. Of course, Miles replies “What are you talking about? I slept like a baby last night.” It could very well be all talk, since this is Miles’s “cool” persona that comes out around his friends. I believe the collider test did occur and was centralized/affected only certain neighborhoods, for reason #3 below.           2) The spider that bites Miles on Monday night glitches as it crawls down from the ceiling, implying that it came from another universe.           3) The confirmation: the news broadcast that Jefferson and Miles pass by in the car on the way to Visions announces that “There are multiple reports of another mysterious seismic event last night.” (Side note: when Gwen is blasted into “last week” New York, an announcer mentions, “...this is the second earthquake in the Tri-State area this month.” So this pre-canon collider test on Sunday wasn’t even the first one.)

MONDAY

DAY: Miles gets a ride to school from his dad, meets Gwen in physics, receives a test back, and is assigned the essay.          Miles’s date at the top of his test reads Decembruary 9. I’ve seen a theory that this is what the month is called in Miles’s universe, but later, a poster in Miles’s room advertises the date “DECEMBER 15,” so we can assume “Decembruary” was just part of his efforts to flunk the class. If we assume the date number is correct, this film probably takes place in mid-December. (December 9, 2018 was actually a Saturday, so either the filmmakers didn't check, or Miles was really committed to playing dumb.)

NIGHT: Miles sneaks out to spray-paint with Aaron and is bitten by the spider from another dimension.

TUESDAY

DAY: Miles notices changes. He sticks to everything, tears Gwen’s hair, and realizes he might have Spiderman’s powers.

NIGHT: Miles searches for answers in Brooklyn and returns to the tunnel to check the spider, where he is caught in a battle between PP Spiderman and Green Goblin. PP Spiderman is thrust into the collider beam. PP Spiderman gives him the task of destroying the collider. PP Spiderman is killed by Kingpin, Miles returns to his parents’ place, and stays the night there. The news of PP Spiderman’s death is broadcast across the city.           Meanwhile, Peter B and the others are thrust into Miles’s reality this same evening (Gwen goes back in time). Peter B sees PP’s death in Times Square.          This evening is the first time Miles experiences Spideysense. In the lead up, his senses feel strange, distorted, and claustrophobic; the visuals look weird on the screen until it suddenly condenses into the wiggly lines and LOOK OUT flashes behind him (when Green Goblin bursts through the wall). After that, his Spideysense triggers normally like the others’.

WEDNESDAY

This is the day I’m most confused about. Common sense says these events couldn’t/shouldn’t all happen in the same day, but other parts of the film indicate that not much/no time has passed, so they have to happen either on Weds, or across a day or two, perhaps Weds-Thurs. For expediency’s sake I’m assuming the filmmakers probably intended it to be Weds due to how urgent they stress the collider situation is.

DAY: The city is in mourning. Miles goes to a costume shop and buys a Spiderman outfit, where he meets Stan Lee. He attends a public speech by Mary Jane Watson, attempts to swing off a few buildings, and accidentally breaks the USB.          Peter B also attended MJ’s speech on Wednesday from afar, where he is already seen wearing a trenchcoat he must have scrounged from somewhere. He must have also acquired a pair of sweatpants and mismatching shoes on Weds to cover up/keep warm where the bottom of his suit burned up in collider travel.         Wednesday is the first day Miles skips school and drops out of contact with his family.

NIGHT: Miles goes to PP’s grave and apologizes for failing him. We meet Peter B, who Miles accidentally electrocutes, and they go on a train ride together. After Peter is knocked out, Miles takes him to Aaron’s, where he ties him up and questions him. They recognize the Spideysense in each other, and Peter B reluctantly agrees to mentor him.          The likelihood of all these events happening in one day is pretty infeasible (MJ’s speech and Peter’s gravestone especially). Families would be given a few days of privacy to mourn, and besides which, MJ would need time to write the speech. Most importantly, people aren’t buried within a day. Also, with PP’s death so fresh, there would definitely be mourners at his gravesite in the evening, unless perhaps Miles waited until they all left and it’s VERY late at night/early morning when he meets Peter B.          Peter B’s face is still beat up/swollen in the beginning of the scene when he’s tied to the punching bag, but by the time he’s decided to leave for the collider in the alley, he has fully healed. I would call it a continuity error, but since Peter has healing abilities, I think it was a conscious choice that his injuries lasted this long, either from being knocked out/swung around the city, and/or Miles might have injured him by knocking his head around Aaron’s apartment while tying him up.          There’s a time skip between the alley scene and the next morning. Peter walks up the wall next to someone awake in their apartment window, so we might think it’s a reasonable time of night OR early morning (9-10pm, 5-6am), but it’s also New York, so it could just as well be 2am when they’re having this talk. What did Peter B and Miles do before they go out to eat? Peter says “There’s not a moment to lose” and Miles starts to follow him but there’s not much they could do to get started on a new USB in the middle of the night, and in the middle of winter I doubt they just wandered around the city. Did they spend the night at Aaron’s?

THURSDAY

DAY: Peter and Miles eat breakfast at a burger place and travel to Alchemex to steal the data. They infiltrate the lab, meet Doc Ock, break out with the computer, and are introduced Gwen/Spiderwoman in the forest. We are treated to Kingpin’s backstory and his goals behind the collider.          Peter tells Miles to look up where Alchemex is, and Miles’s phone says Alchemex “OPENS AT 9AM.” It’s light out when they eat, and NY sunrise in December is around 7am, so I assume this scene takes place around 7-8am. Miles wants to swing to the Hudson Valley, but Peter insists they take the bus, saying he won’t swing “after a hearty burger-breakfast.” It’s a 2-hour bus drive from NYC to the Valley, so they arrive after Alchemex opens. Accomodating for their travel time to Port Authority, they probably get there around 10-11am.          Gwen is the third Spider-person Miles has met within a day and a half, after years of thinking there was only one. Only two days ago he was puzzling over the possibility of there being two Spidermen alone in his room, and in the forest he says, “How many more Spider-people are there?” which is honestly probably running through his head all day.          Miles has now been skipping school for two days. His last contact with his family was Tuesday evening, and it’s also been two full days since they’ve heard from him. Brooklyn Visions has almost certainly contacted his parents, which likely prompts the call Jefferson makes to Aaron asking if he knows where Miles is. (Little does Jefferson know Miles almost calls him that same evening as he’s wandering Queens after leaving May’s.) We might assume that Visions thinks Miles is just skipping class, not that he’s missing, otherwise Jeff would probably feel more panicked.

NIGHT: The team goes to May’s house in Queens, and are introduced to the rest of the Spider-people that traveled from other dimensions. They haze Miles, prompting him to seek solace with Aaron. Instead he runs into the Prowler, and it’s revealed the Prowler is Aaron. Miles runs, and Aaron gives chase.          There’s a time gap between the bus ride back from Alchemex. The bus ride takes 2 hours, which Peter/Miles/Gwen presumably make immediately after breaking out of Alchemex, putting them back in NYC around early/mid afternoon, maybe 1-2pm. They meet up with May around sunset, which is around 4:30 in December in New York. That’s a few missing hours in which they might have gone out to eat or something. Why did they wait a few hours to go to May’s? Theories:                1) They were busy eating/talking/getting to know each other.                2) They waited until they were sure she was home. Is May retired?                3) They waited until the crowds of mourners/fans would be gone.          May is presumably housing the Spidergang in her place, including dinner Thursday night and breakfast Friday. Or maybe they ordered takeout.

FRIDAY

Friday has the second-weirdest time skips behind Wednesday. There’s an implication that all of these events happen very quickly following each other, but unless Miles was running around literally all day trying to escape the Prowler, these events have to have some gaps.

DAY: Peni creates a new USB. Miles rushes to May’s house for safety after leading the Prowler on a chase across Brooklyn-Queens. Aaron has called for backup and arrives at May’s home with the Scorpion/Doc Ock/Tombstone. They fight the Spider-gang, Miles escapes with the USB and is cornered by Aaron. Aaron refuses to kill his nephew and is killed for it. Around sunset, Miles runs back to his dorm, where he is confronted by the Spider-gang and Peter tells him they won’t let him destroy the collider. Peter ties him up in his room, and Jefferson visits Miles in his dorm.          Peter is wearing sweatpants and shoes over his burnt suit on Thursday and has a fully functional suit (with the onesie covering his feet) when Miles returns to the house. We can assume May either gave him one of dead Peter’s suits, or helped him repair his own.          We don’t know when Miles rejoins the gang at May’s house, so you could headcanon it’s in the morning or afternoon. The fight with the Sinister Six probably lasts about an hour. We might assume Miles goes missing again after Aaron dies, and he could’ve spent some time wandering the city in grief again. Again, sunset in NY in December is 4:30, so that’s when the spider-gang confront him in his room. Given everything, my suspicion is that they were waiting at Miles’s dorm room (which Gwen would’ve known) for him to return, so when he throws his book out the window, that’s why someone was able to immediately throw it back.

NIGHT: Miles discovers his powers, escapes Peter’s webbing, travels back to Queens where May helps him with his suit and web shooters. Miles takes the subway to Manhattan to take his leap of faith, and then swings back to Brooklyn to join the gang. Meanwhile, the Spider-gang infiltrate Kingpin’s gala and break into the collider. Miles joins them and they successfully defeat the sinister six, and send everyone home. Miles faces off against Kingpin and destroys the collider. Later, Miles calls Jefferson (first contact in 3 days, since Tuesday), delivers Kingpin to the PDNY, and introduces himself to the city as the new Spiderman.

and that’s all i’ve got for now. curious to hear if anyone has thoughts/if i missed or misinterpreted anything.

#into the spiderverse #peter b parker #miles morales #gwen stacy #spiderverse stuff

[plantbased-elise]

Chemistry

Inspired by a textpost i saw on Instagram a few weeks ago that really inspired me to write this meet-cute. Sadly I lost the screenshots.

WC: 985

No trigger warnings

Summary: Dan relly needs pants to go to class, so adressing a stranger is the best option.

At the UCL Department of chemistry there are quite a few rules regarding safety. Most are ones that make complete sense, like wearing a lab coat and goggles. Some, when you’ve know a little about chemistry, make sense. However, the one rule that Dan Howell would have not thought of before starting his bachelor in chemistry, was that you are not allowed to wear shorts in the lab. When you wear short during a lab, you will be removed from the lab.

Even on the hottest days in the year, people kept to this rule. They would bring long pants to class, and change into them just beforehand. As a third year chem student you knew you could not miss a single lab assignment.

And on a faithful day in early June, Dan Howell woke up at 15 minutes to 8, meaning he had 25 minutes to get to the lab and sign in, before one of his final lab assignments would start.

On this particular day, Dan also woke up incredibly sweaty. It was already 24 degrees outside, and if it was going to be anything like yesterday, it would 35 by the time he would be done with his lab.

He pulled on the first clothing items he could find, not bothering to check if they were clean or not. It was a minimum 15 minute walk to the lab from his dorms, so he should be just in time, if he sprinted a bit.

--

Just as Dan was about to sign in, he noticed something. In the hurry to get dressed this morning, he’d put on a pair of shorts. He could not, under any circumstances, miss this lab. He debated his options briefly, and without checking for the time, started sprinting back to his dorm.

As he ran, he ran past the big clock in the auditorium. It was already 8:03. He was never going to make it in time.

He looked around desperately. At the other end of the auditorium a tall man was stood next to the coffee machine, wearing sweat pants. Dan sprinted through the auditorium, coming to a screeching halt in front of the stranger. Terribly out of breath, he blurted out: “Can I borrow your pants. I need your pants desperately,”

Just as the stranger was about to reply, to call him out for his insanity, Dan was sure, he started talking again. “I just need them for my lab. I have 5 minutes to sign in. come on, I’ll give you my number and I’ll return the pants to you, cleaned.”

Dan must have had an angel on his shoulder. The stranger nodded, albeit a tad confused. Dan pulled him into the nearest bathroom. As they changed pants, Dan laid his phone for the stranger to add himself as a contact.

“Thank you, you’re a lifesaver,” Dan said as he started sprinting back to the lab.

--

In retrospect, Dan should’ve known that this is how fate would treat him. Of course, he would meet the cutest and hottest guy ever, and then have to ask him to switch pants. Was he ever going to have a chance to redeem himself? Probably not.

Still, he gathered the little courage he had, and opened up a new message to the guy, whom he’d just noticed had named himself ‘Pants’.

Dan (15:36): hey, this is the guy from this morning who screamed that he needed your pants. As I said, I’ll wash them and give them back to you

Dan (15:36): do you want them back soon??

Dan (15:36): like you need them tomorrow or something

Dan (15:37): oh god I sound like an asshole

Dan (15:37): I’ll stop spamming now

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Honestly, Dan forgot about the messages. He spent the next six hours writing an entire essay that was due the next morning, and didn’t check his phone for a few hours. When he shut his laptop, worn to the bone and unable to write another word about carbon structures, he opened his phone for the first time in about 3 hours.

Pants (22:18): I liked the spam ;)

Pants (22:18): I’m in no hurry to get them back

Pants (22:19): Maybe we can meet for coffee later this week, and you can give them back then ;)

Maybe Dan stared at the winky faces for too long, and definitely overanalysed them, but he was kind of hoping that this very hot-yet-cute guy was into him.

Dan (23:56): i’d like that

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That’s how, on a Friday afternoon, Dan was waiting in front of the on-campus coffee shop, for some guy he only knew as ‘pants’. At least he knew he was a real person, which was an improvement from Tinder hook-ups.

Luckily he didn’t have to stand around for too long. ‘Pants’ came around the corner, still as hot as Dan remembered him to be. As ‘pants’ looked up, Dan was instantly reminded of the too-blue-to-be-human eyes. He smiled when they made eye contact, and felt his cheek dimple.

“Hey. I realised that I haven’t properly introduced myself. I’m Phil, or as you might know me, ‘Pants’,” he said, upon getting close enough that Dan could hear. He extended his hand forward. Shakily Dan reached forward to shake it.

“My name is Dan. Thanks again for letting me borrow your pants,” he said, slightly out of breath.

“Well, I’d always lend my pants to cute guys, especially if they might want me to take them off later.” He winked as he said it.

Dan didn’t know whether to cringe or be aroused, so instead he let himself be a combination of both. “God, you did not just say that!”

Together they laughed, and internally Dan thought, I don’t think I’m going to lose his company soon.’ As they headed inside, their hands brushed, and after a second, Phil intertwined their fingers and squeezed lightly.

#phanfiction #phanfic #the phandom #phandom #phan #university #PURE FLUFF #fluff #meet-cute

[mariyekos]

holy shit 75k for your college!? man just go to community college, mine's literally 600 dollars a semester. there's really no difference except how much you'll be spending your life in crippling debt

(this is pretty negative btw. and long)

Okay so while it’s nice to see people read my tags and have a suggestion, I kind of wish you could have worded this a little more nicely. I feel guilty enough about paying what I have to pay. Which is not actually 76k, since I am getting some financial aid. I was saying that $76,000 is the base tuition (well, with housing and stuff). Which yeah, is a lot, especially when compared to community college. And it’s the reason I’m thinking about transferring out after a year or two to a UC school since I’m from California and the tuition would be a lot cheaper thanks to in-state tuition and Cal Grants and all that stuff. I don’t think I’ll end up doing it in the end, or at least hope I won’t have to, but we’ll see.

I wouldn’t go to a community college though. Community colleges can be pretty good, and I have a cousin who went to one for two years before transferring to a UC for his bachelors or whatever, but I don’t want to go to one myself. Going to a 4-year university has been my dream since childhood. I’ve spent the past few years being told by people that that’s the end goal. With some specific people telling me that if I don’t go to a university after all I’ve done, it will be a waste. And one particular teacher telling me I’ll fail at life if I don’t go to a 4-year university and while I know it’s not true the combination of all that pressure has stuck with me in a way I can’t get out of my head. And to a large extent, I agree. I didn’t do all the things I’ve done and pushed myself beyond what I really felt like doing so I could go to a community college which would have accepted me even if I hadn’t done those things, as long as my grades were good enough (is there even a grade requirement? I have no idea actually. I’ve never checked. I think so? But I really don’t know). So much of my life over these past few years has been dominated by me doing things so I could build a resume that would get me accepted into a university. Basketball, track, science fair, IB, etc. Whatever made me look the most impressive. Whatever could show a University, “Hey! I can multitask! I can excel! I can do well! I would be a great addition to your school, accept me!” 

Sure, some of these things I did because I liked them. To an extent. I can tell you that my last 2 and a half years of basketball were done because I thought “what will universities think if they see I made Varsity but then abandoned the team? It will look so much better if they see I can stick with something.” Definitely year 3 in particular was for college. That year was beyond hellish. Science Fair took so much effort, and created many stressful days all with the goal of “improving my college application.” The specific diploma program I’m doing in school was 50% motivated by “colleges look to see you took the hardest courses available at your school” and “I need to look the best”.  Long story short, I’ve worked too hard with the specific goal of “getting into a four year university” to just… not do that. 

The biggest thing though, or maybe it’s tied with the last thing, is that going to Duke has been a dream for as long as I can remember. Even in elementary school I wanted to go. In about 3rd grade I realized, hey if I get good at basketball then that will impress them! And then proceeded to play basketball nonstop until my junior year of high school when my coach ruined the sport for me so much I took a two month break. Which I came back from to play for him again because I needed that “Varsity basketball senior year captain” thing on my resume. To get into college. My dad went to Duke, and I’ve been wearing Duke stuff since I was born. I’ve always felt like going there would give me a sort of connection to him. Like it would impress him. He passed away when I was 5, so going there is all the more important. Kind of like I can show him, “You know what dad? I did my best. I tried so hard, and maybe I’m not perfect, but look where I’m going! I did it! I’m here! I made it! Just like you did! Are you proud of me?” I don’t remember him much, but his Duke friends were his friends that stayed with him for life, and his Duke stories were the ones that were told. It was a special place to him, and because of that it’s a special place to me. 

I’ve visited the campus, and it’s beautiful. It has one of the best environmental science programs out there, which is what I’m interested in, as well as a marine lab that I’m hoping to have a class with. The campus is beautiful, and the people I met seem pretty cool. and it’s just… Evidence. Evidence of how hard I worked. All those nights of staying up until 2AM, trying to finish an essay or a project or a study guide or whatever payed off. They got me to my dream school. To one of the top universities in the country. Sure it’s not an ivy league, but it’s good. It has the programs I want to enroll in. It’ll look good on a job application. It’s located pretty close to the EPA headquarters, as well as a bunch of other prestigious places (the research triangle area). 

I wasn’t looking for the most expensive place possible. I can tell you I sobbed when I saw the price and thought “oh god I can’t go here. It’s too expensive.” I don’t like the price. It’s ridiculous. But my mom has told me for years that the price shouldn’t be the reason I don’t go to my dream school, as have several other people. Hell, my classmates have been talking about it for years. Whenever I talk about something that seems below impressive, I get looked at. Like, “what the hell are you talking about.” “What the hell do you mean you don’t know if you’ll get in? You’re like one of the top 5 smartest people here” Or “oh come on don’t worry about it you’re super smart” or “no way you’re going to go somewhere like that. you’re too good for that.” And I sure as hell don’t have a great self image or self confidence. Being able to go somewhere like Duke gives me such a sense of accomplishment. I did something. I really did something. I worked so so hard. And I’m getting something out of it. I didn’t fail. After spending so much time feeling like a failure, i did something. And I don’t want to give it up. I really, really don’t want to give it up.

Plus there’s what I said before. I feel like if I do go to community college… i’ll have failed. Community college is a great option for people. I’m glad it exists. It’s especially great for people facing tough financial situations. Several of my friends are going to community colleges either because they couldn’t afford a university education, or because they just wanted to. And I’m not looking down on it. But for so long I’ve been told that that’s not the top - that university is. And like I said, I can’t get that out of my mind. If I go to community college I know I’ll always have a voice nagging in the back of my head that I could have done better. I still feel guilty for small things I did years ago. I hate myself for doing choir, for example. Right now, my class has 1 valedictorian and 2 salutatorians (due to a tie). So the top 3 people in the class. I’m class rank 4. Had I not taken choir, I would be either 1 or 2 right now. But I took choir. I wanted to sing and I allowed myself that and it hurt my GPA. I tell myself, well I had some fun. But will I regret it for a while? Yes. Have I regretted it since I finished? Yes. Because “I could have done better.” I took choir before that and that should have been good enough, right? I would have been fine taking a different class. If I had taken that 7th class when i had the option, taken that weighted class instead of the non-weighted choir, then I wouldn’t be number 4. It’s silly to be so upset over. But that’s the sort of way my mind works and the sort of thing that sticks with me. There was nothing wrong with taking choir. It wasn’t a terrible experience. Just like there’s nothing wrong with going to community college. But I would have that nagging voice telling me that I failed. That I could have done better. I don’t want to feel guilty for however many years that would stick with me.

And then last thing… I’m already enrolled in Duke. It’s a little late for going to a community college. So thanks for the suggestion, but no thanks. I’ve spent a while thinking about where I would go. I thought about community college for a while, to save money. But I’m getting financial aid so college isn’t completely impossible money wise. I have a savings account that will help me pay. I don’t want to go into debt. If I have to transfer somewhere cheaper to avoid that, then so be it. I just don’t want people to see me as a failure, and I don’t want to see myself as a failure. If I don’t go to a university (specifically Duke) at this point, I know that that is what’s going to happen. I get judged enough when I’m not at the top already. And as much as I know my life shouldn’t revolve around other people’s thoughts about me, I get freaked out thinking about being a failure, and thinking about what others think of me. It doesn’t always change my actions, but it does make me insanely guilty which I don’t want to be.

Okay for the real last thing I will say this. Thank you for making a suggestion to help me. Debt is not a fun thing, and I don’t want to be in debt. However, even putting aside all my fears of not going to a university… I want to go to Duke. It’s been my dream forever, and it has everything that I want now. So that’s where I’m going. And next time, please just… phrase things a little nicer. That’s the sort of stuff/tone I get hit with both by people trying to crush my dreams (in this sense and others), and by people telling me I need to do something like going to a university or I won’t accomplish anything meaningful with my life. 

Sorry for going off or whatever. This is much longer than I thought it would be, and super unorganized. It’s stream of consciousness or thought or whatever the phrase is (I think the first but i’m tired and don’t feel like putting in more effort). But it’s honest. So that’s that.

#anonymous #eruanswers #eruasks #erurandomness #hmm #i have an essay i need to do now anyway #i've kept straight As forever and i'm not letting myself fail now #i'm so close to the end. #Anonymous