#i really gave that english teacher energy didn't i

[ichigokeks]

me: detailed and complex analysis of what the different colours of light symbolise

Biblebuild: Uhhhh, pretty lights!!

#i really gave that english teacher energy didn't i #then again i am an english teacher i am allowed to talk like this #kinnporsche #biblebuild #vegaspe #nanatalksaboutkp #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche ep 11 #bible wichapas #build jakapan

[blueberry-lavender]

hello!! i hope you're doing well^^ just wanted to stop by n' ask a for little something. all just considering your account is fairly new!!

i'm caught up in the jacq hype; lmfao. like, idk what's up with the guy, but he's just great and was instantly my fve scarvio character. i spent most of my time just doing all of the academic courses instead of exploring the map just because of that guy. scarlet/violet, my fave teacher dating sim.

n e ways, i've been wondering about said guy a bunch. you're open to legit just gush about jacq. if you're wanting to do a specific request, i don't mind hcs of? like? jacq being flustered or something!! wonder what a person would do to get him to such a state 👀

Jacq x Reader HCs - Flustered

Thank you for the request Anon! Sorry it took a minute to get to this, my family got crazy lmao. I love Jacq sm he makes me so happy.

Info: Established relationship, g/n reader, reader is 18+, fluff, mild language at the end

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🧪I feel like it'd be fun to get him flustered

🧪Like you would just be chilling in his office after school hours and then start making comments while he works on lesson plans

🧪"Hey babe?" You called out from a random chair in the room

🧪"Yes?" He responded while still looking at his computer at his desk

🧪"You're cute." The comment was so random he just froze there for a second

🧪He looked up at you with that same "wtf did I just hear" face that he sometimes gives his students during lectures

🧪He doesn't mean to be rude! He's just confused why you would say that out of the blue

🧪"Disculpe?" he said, forgetting English

🧪"What?" You were half laughing, "You good?"

🧪"I-I'm fine, jus..." he trailed off, not really knowing what to say

🧪You started laughing at the situation and then got playfully defensive.

🧪"What? I can't compliment you?"

🧪He kept looking away, like off to the window with the orange light coming in because of the sunsetting, or to his desk then the door.

🧪Literally anyone and thing but you

🧪He was adorable, like a little Fidough trying to act like it's not upset

🧪Although, there was no denying the crazy blush on his face

🧪You got up from your seat and over to his desk

🧪"Are you alright?" You went onto his side of the desk and leaned on it

🧪It was a genuine concern! He hadn't been like this since like... ever

🧪He didn't know how to react, simply huffing and continuing to type on his computer on the opposite side from you

🧪"I can't tell if you're upset, or if you just don't wanna talk to me."

🧪Jacq turned to you with one hand resting on his desk. It gave off the same energy of a parent watching you come in the house 7 minutes past curfew

🧪"Look, Y/n. I love you. Okay? But you CANNOT just say stuff like that!" He had this laugh in his voice that assured you're not in trouble, but it still felt like a Fidough lmao

🧪"Why not?" You smiled

🧪"Because, Y/n..." he honestly couldn't come up with a reason other than "ily and i wanna kiss you when you do that but that makes me look like a simp so stfu" but he didn't say that lol

🧪In reality, he just stuttered variations of. "I, just. eh,sh ,uha."

🧪Even though it was comical how silly he was being, he was adorable all the same. It was almost like you could read his mind

🧪"I love you. you know?" you said with a sweet smile

🧪Jacq didn't even say anything, he just put his hand on your jawline and kissed you. He knew he wouldn't win any argument about his behavior, so might as well express his love

🧪When you stopped and separated, you laughed. Looking up into his eyes, you could have kept the romance going... but instead decided to be a brat

🧪"... Yeah I'm totally going to tell Miriam about this," then attempted to bolt

🧪"NO THE H3LL YOU'RE NOT" He chased after you, running out the door and into the hall

🧪In summary, the best way to get him flustered is to compliment, tease, and embarrass. You're welcome

#pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #pokemon #jacq pokemon #jacq x reader #jacq x y/n #i hope you have a good day today #im in love with this man #x reader #x y/n #fanfic #headcanon #hcs #pokemon hc #oneshot #fluff #hehe

[f4irygh00st]

☆Sometimes, all you need is love • Katsuki bakugou x reader

•hey ! I posted this fanfiction on Wattpad but nobody read it so here I am. Btw I'm sorry if there's mistakes, English is not my first language. Oh and i never posted a FF on this app before so it might look ugly

• female reader (she/her)

•Chapter 1

1- annoying sidekick

It's been 3 week since you entered UA and you really like this school, you have friends, amazing ones and you hang out everyday with mina and kyoka, they are your best friends especially kyoka, you've been friends since you were 10 !

But someone caught your attention, an angry blonde boy , he really drives you insane, if he keeps screaming like that you might seriously lose your mind but you're not going to lie , he is attractive and if he didn't acted like this you could have a crush on him

7 am - Monday

Today , you start your 4th week in UA , everything is perfect so far except...well your sleep schedule, you only had 4h of sleep so you decide to drink an energy drink before going to school and now it's time to get ready, kyoka and mina are going to pick you up in 1h , your house is only 5 min away from the school so you and the girls decided that everyday you'll walk to school together.

Since you are sleepy , you decide to wear a simple outfit, a black oversized sweatshirt with a baggy jean , with that you put your converse and some rings not to mention that you always have a necklace on you , it's a small chain with a red guitar pick , your mom gave it to you when you were 5 before she left to go to korea , you never take it off , never. You go downstairs wanting to say hey to your dad but he already left for work.

You're not really hungry so you just eat a piece of bread with some jelly and you sit on your couch watching the news for 30 min before hearing the doorbell rings , it's the girls so you take your school bag and go out.

Mina : hey girl , i need to tell you something about kyoka !!    She said with a huge smile on her face

Kyoka : mina ! Please shut up   she was blushing

Mina : oh come on , she's our best friend, she needs to know

Kyoka : ok.. i guess you can tell her

Mina : ok so basically, i asked her if she finds any boys from our class cute and guess what ??

You : she finds denki cute ?   You already know, it's so obvious

Kyoka : wait ?How do you know??

You : well.. the way you look at him ? It's really obvious that you have a thing for him

Mina : told you ! But anyways , let's talk about you , y/n , do you like anyone?

You : no.

Mina : mh really ? You don't even finds anyone attractive?

You : not really.   What a lie

Kyoka : what about Kirishima ? He's a nice guy

You : yeah, he is but he's only a friend and to be honest i don't have time for love , i need to work hard if i want to be at least the number 4 hero

You finally arrive Infront of the school and you join denki and Kirishima to walk to class

You sit in your place ( it's denki's place in the anime but here , it's yours. ) And wait for everyone to come in and you finally see him , already yelling.

Seriously? It's only 8 am and this idiot is already screaming..oh man i can't do this today

The first class of the day is your favorite one , aizawa's class.

After 20 min , mina passes you a small piece of paper with something written on it " Kirishima asked me if we could eat with him and the boys today, are you coming with us ? "

So you write back , making sure that nobody is looking at you "maybe, is bakugo going to be here ? "

"Obviously girl"

" I'm not coming then , sorry "

" You hate him that much? "

" I don't hate him mina , i just don't like him , he pisses me off "

And when you try to give it back to mina , bakugo take the paper from your hand

Bakugo : what are you doing nerd ?

You : give it back asshole

Bakugo : why should I ? You're not even listening to the class instead you're passing notes to your friend, maybe i should tell the teacher oh sorry i meant...your dad ?

You : fuck you bakugo

And that bitch just give you the paper and go back to his work

Seriously bro ? What is wrong with him ?

You decide to just go back to listening to the teacher even though mina is calling your name

At the end of the morning

Even though bakugo is going to be here you still want to eat with your friends so you accept to go with them

You take your food and walk in the cafeteria

Mina : What happened in class with bakugo ?

You : he was just being the dumbass he is

Kyoka : damn you two are enemies or something ?

Kirishima just arrived and join the conversation

Kirishima : what are you talking about  ?

He's smiling, really happy to see you

Mina : we were talking about bakugo and y/n , i swear they hate each other so much it's almost scary

Kirishima : oh yeah I saw the way they talked to each other in class

You all sit on a table where bakugo, sero and denki are already sitting and waiting for you.

Denki : hey guys ! kyoka come sit next to me !!

Kyoka : oh uh of course

Mina : *whispering to you* ohh that's interesting

You : mh he definitely like her

You sit in front of bakugo , mina next to and Kirishima is next to her

Next to bakugo there's denki , kyoka and sero

The lunch was pretty cool , you might keep eating with them and you noticed that actually bakugo is really calm when he eats , you never saw him that soft before, you're not complaining though, you like this side of him.

You only have 1 class this afternoon so after school, you're going to the mall with mina and Kirishima

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#bakugou fluff #mha imagines #bakugo katsuki #mha #mha x reader

[annieoncrack]

when you go to his house in the middle of the night, drunk

suna x f reader, best friends to lover, underage drinking, swears

Suna rubbed his eyes as he stared at the pages in front of him. He shook his head before popping open yet another energy drink.

He knew that he should not have kept off studying until the night before the exam, but to his defence, it was the last exam of his high school career and he really did not care about English.

As he was about to close his textbook for a break, he heard rustling outside his window. He looked up in curiosity and almost had a heart attack when he saw a familiar figure facing him.

"Hey," his tone was normal but his furrowed eyebrows said otherwise. You've never shown up outside his window this late. Not because you had a curfew but because you like sleeping early. He helped you in like he had done a thousand times before.

"Hi rinnie," you giggled once you were seated on the top of his desk.

Your hyena-like state was enough to give it away but the slurring words and reeking breath confirmed the current situation to Suna.

"How much did you drink?" Suna asked disappointed but not surprised.

"Not much," you smile innocently. "You-"

"Lower your voice," he said as he opened his cupboard drawer. "Take one."

You catch the pack of chewing gum he threw in your direction, examining it carefully before putting it in your mouth.

"Take the wrapper off," he sighs, quite speechless at your state.

"I don't want to," you shrug the pack to the side and pulled out something from your hoodie pocket. "Let's have this."

Suna stared at the flask and rubbed his eyes.

"Why are you here, y/n? I know you're smart and definitely do not need to study but why are you here? Like this?"

The smile on your face faltered slightly but did not drop. "My parents went on a trip."

"Okay so?"

It was normal for your parents to go out of town for business meetings and such. It was also normal for you to be a little rebellious during that time- partying, hooking up and whatnot. What was not normal was for you to show up at his house at 2 in the morning with a flask filled with- what he guessed- tequila and no shoes on- all before an exam.

"They're coming back next month," you shrugged as you tried to open the flask.

"Oh," he said, trying to hide his disbelief. He knew about your relationship with your parents very well. They missed birthdays, new years celebrations and parent-teacher conferences, but he didn't expect them to miss your graduation. The one in which you’d be giving a speech as the student body president and valedictorian. If anyone knew how hard you worked it was Suna. He’d sat through all of your pre-exam breakdowns and campaigning tactics. He knew how much this meant to you and for your own parents to not care was astounding to him.

"It's nothing new," you let out a painful laugh to which he winced. "Ugh, why is the lid so fucking tight."

He stared at you for a while and then held out his hand for the flask. You gave it to him apprehensively, afraid he would throw it away. Instead, he put it in his back pocket, held your hands and helped you down to the floor of his bedroom.

He unscrewed the lid with ease and took a swig of the alcohol. The warm liquid rushed down his throat and he squinted.

Vodka. Fucking raw vodka.

"You didn't answer my question," he spoke after a while, turning towards you. "How much did you drink?"

"This much," you gestured with your hands and he shook his head.

"One sip and that's it," he warned before handing you the flask.

Suna was well aware of your tolerance and it never failed to amaze him how low it is. Even though Suna wasn't one for drinking even he could take more liquor than you. Maybe it was the fact that he was 6'1 and you were a foot shorter or it was the fact that you never learned from your mistakes.

Whatever it was, Suna always made sure to take after you when you were drinking. From holding your hair back while you puked to scaring off guys that would try approaching you when you couldn't consent to anything, as your best friend he made sure that you were okay.

"Yes sir!" You smile that dazzling smile of yours before taking a big sip. He smiled back at you sadly. He knew there was no point in trying to comfort you when you were already this drunk. So all he could do was sit beside you and listen.

"Okay that's enough-" he snatched the flask away, meeting resistance and rolling his eyes.

"Hey I know you're stronger but this isn't fair!" you whined softly, playfully hitting his chest. You pout when you realize that he was going to finish the liquor on his own and continued to softly throw punches at his shoulder. "Rin you're so mean!"  

"Tough love," he responded after you were done with your mini tantrum.

You scooted away from the boy, "What would you know about love."

Neither of you spoke, thinking about what you had just said.

"Y/n," he took his time pronouncing your name. "You know I love you, you're my best friend-"

"That's the problem," you say softly whilst shaking your head.

He tilted his head but didn't say anything.

When the silence persisted he thought that you had fallen asleep. He got up to find you a blanket but a hand on his wrist pulled him back down.

"Please don't leave me," you said softly looking into his startled green eyes.

The look on your face was enough to break his heart but when you let out a cry into his shoulder that was when he couldn't take it anymore.

You were the girl next door. The girl that helped him get up when he would fall while playing volleyball at the age of 5. You were the girl that proofread his essays. The one that took care of him when he was down. The one that was always there when others weren't.

He pulled you into his chest, arms around your head and shoulder, letting your tears wet his t-shirt.

"I'm not leaving," he whispered.

“I-I-” you tried getting the sentence out but your uncontrolled sobs didn’t let you.

“It’s okay,” he stroked your hair. “It’s okay y/n.”

“No- I,” you pulled away to look at him. “I love you.”

“I know-”

“No,” you shake your head. “I don’t love you in the ‘you’re my best friend’ way. I love you in the ‘you’re the one i think about when i read romance novels’ kind of way.”

It took Suna a while to process what you had said. He wasn’t even sure if he had heard you right.

“What?”

“Rin,” you try speaking clearly, but the sleep and alcohol were hitting you both at once. “I love you, not in the best friend kind of way.”

"No you don't," he shook his head, his mouth betraying him.

"Yes I do," you scoffed, getting off of him to sit beside him once again. "For someone that can read me like a book you can't fucking understand that I love you."

"Because you don't," he repeated, more so to himself than to you.

"I give up," you yawn resting your head on his shoulder, your eyes now fighting to stay open.

"Y/n."

"Rin."

"I love you in the more than a friend way too," he whispered to himself feeling his eyelids being pushed down.

"That's good," you say not really paying attention as you started drifting off.

The boy beside you took one look at you and then at his desk and yawned.

Suna never really cared for English anyway.

The next morning was filled with loud curses as the two students realized that they had an exam to write. The flask was discarded and so were the empty cans of energy drinks.

Neither one of you seemed to remember what you were speaking about before falling asleep. Choosing to laugh about how stupid you were for not studying instead of acknowledging your deeper family issues and moving on with your final month of school seemed to be the default choice.

High school was over.

You and Suna went to different universities in different cities.

Your career eventually took you abroad and you lost touch with the boy who you used to call your best friend.

Both of you went on with your lives never really knowing that you had drunkenly confessed to each other.

If only the vodka was not involved, things could have been different.

They do say nothing good happens after 2 am.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #hq suna #suna x you #suna angst #angst #suna #suna rintouru #sunarin #hq #hq angst #suna headcanons #hq headcanons #friends to lovers #haikyuu fanfic

[hsmtmtsblorbos]

What Ricky Bowen means to me as an anxious former theatre kid (warning: long post).

Season 4 of High School Musical The Musical The Series completed Ricky's character arc in the best way imaginable for me. Ricky begins the series as a "skate rat," an outsider with a single friend, no community, no stable support systems, and an unstable home life. He doesn't have anywhere to vent about his feelings or turn them into something positive. Until he auditions for the musical. He finds community, a supportive group of friends, and even gains some confidence. I didn't realize how similar we were, though, until season 4 when he and the characters around him finally verbalize his feelings. Ricky's character arc for the first two seasons seemed so strongly linked to his relationship to Nini, in his devotion to a relationship that ended, and because so much of his character was tied up in that romantic relationship, I felt like I couldn't relate. But I was directing the same amount of energy and dedication to my academics as Ricky was to Nini in high school, and that often felt like a one-sided relationship for me.

Season 4 is when I finally realized that I am so much more like Ricky than I realized. Maybe I didn't want to see myself in him because I didn't like seeing Ricky get hurt or constantly "running away" and holding back his feelings. Yet, by the end of season 4, I realized how attached I've become to this character, how much he means to me, because we're so much alike. I switched high schools sophomore year and had 1 friend, and poured all of myself into my relationship with academics, obsessing over grades to dangerously toxic ends.

I also ended up put in the theatre class. I met people who were supportive and so fun! I'd never been surrounded by such a group of diverse and energetic people in my life. And my theatre teacher, like Miss Jenn, was amazing. She believed in each and every one of us. Like Ricky, joining theatre gave me a community when I had none before. And it gave me the chance to do something different, it pushed me out of my comfort zone, and I found a whole new person within me when I got onstage. My theatre teacher asked me to audition for the show after a few weeks in her class, and she kept pushing me to do it. I didn't think I stood a chance, but she cast me in multiple roles. Like Ricky, being on stage in a play somehow gave me confidence when I felt so muddled by fear every day of my life. My theatre teacher was the first person to ever call me "fearless," and I've never forgotten that. I never thought of myself that way before, and I still struggle to think of myself that way now. But somehow, when I got onstage, I could be fearless, or at least, detached from the constant anxiety I felt every day.

Like Ricky, I needed (and still often do need) to be pushed to do things for myself. When Miss Jenn wrote him a letter of recommendation that got him into college, I was so touched, because my English and Drama teachers were so kind and invested in my future that they did the same for me.

And like Ricky, I ran away from so many opportunities. I struggled imagining a future for myself. And I didn't tell people the way I felt about them—friends, crushes, etc. In episode five, when EJ tells Ricky that he needs to stop running away, and that he's only hurting himself, I choked up. Because I've been doing that for so long. Like Ricky, I struggle to be vulnerable with others and really open up about my emotions. When EJ said, "Who's gonna show up for that guy?" I got emotional. Because I suddenly saw myself in Ricky, the kid who keeps running away, who turns down opportunities out of not believing in myself, out of worrying I wouldn't belong. And I realized that no one would show up for me, no one would support me if I kept acting that way. And so did Ricky.

In the series finale, when Ricky says, "If this program hadn't found me, I don't know what would've happened to me," it was a gut punch. Because I don't know either. Without theatre, Ricky wouldn't have a supportive group of friends, a community, as much confidence. He wouldn't have people who believe in him enough to make him believe in himself. He wouldn't be the better version of himself he is today. And I wouldn't be who I am today without theatre. I never would've known that I could be confident at all. I never would've discovered that better version of myself.

I try to take more action for myself now, advocate for myself, and speak my feelings to the people I care about, but it's difficult. It's still hard at times. But seeing Ricky finally look forward to a future for himself and take concrete steps toward that future by telling Gina about his feelings and working towards college reminded me that I need to do the same. I'm not in high school anymore and I'm not in theatre anymore, but the lessons Ricky learned still apply to me, and his character means so much to me because of his growth. He's such a well-written and admirable character at the end of the day, both as a romantic partner to Gina and as an individual, and I wish I could convey to others who don't watch the show just how much this character means to me, and how much this show has impacted my life.

I am forever grateful to Tim Federle, the writers of HSMTMTS, and Joshua Basset for creating such a meaningful story and character.

#ricky bowen #joshua basset #hsmtmts #thank you hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #what ricky bowen means to me

[sflow-er]

Good morning Sflow :)

For the ask game I'd love to hear your thoughts about these two, if you feel like answering (no pressure though!):

🍭why did you start writing?

🌿how does creating make you feel?

Thank you. Wishing you a lovely day! <3

Good evening, friend 💛

I saved your ask for last because these are both really deep questions, and I've actually spent a lot of time reflecting on them today, especially the first one. So, exactly the kind I'd expect from you, and they deserve the kind of rambling personal answers you know to expect from me.

I'll put a cut here to make it easier for people to scroll on if they aren't interested, but of course anyone who is interested is welcome to read my answers!

🍭why did you start writing?

I guess the short answer is, as a creative outlet. But there is also a very long answer, as I've started writing several times over the course of my life.

On the first time, I started for my little brother. We played a lot of imagination games when we were kids, and I wanted to expand on those. We had an imaginary world with about two dozen characters but could only play a few of them at the same time, the stories were 'lost' when the game ended, and I had too many ideas anyway. So I started drawing and writing some of them down. This first phase went on from age 9 to 14 or so.

On the second time (overlapping the first), I started for narrative closure. A video game that I was completely obsessed with had a sad ending, so I wrote another. It was fun, so I went on to another story I wanted to continue, characters I wanted to expand on, and so on. I wrote most of these in my English notebook, for which I also got extra credit and feedback from my English teacher.

After a couple of years of just writing in my notebook, I discovered that I was doing a thing called fan fiction, and there were places to put it online. So I started doing that. Eventually, I got an original idea, and I wrote a story of about 50k and even started a sequel. This second phase lasted from age 13 to 19/20.

Then I started at uni. Life got in the way, and my creativity was gone. I never finished the sequel, and even when I eventually got obsessed with a new piece of media and tried to write something for it, I just couldn't get anything coherent down. I eventually took down all my old fics too, thinking that chapter of my life was closed for good. This phase lasted until I watched Young Royals at the age of 33.

On the third time, I started as an outlet for my suddenly reborn creativity - and my still very fragile ace identity. I found the rich world of YR incredibly inspiring and wanted to continue the story (as we didn't even know if there would be an S2). I also really wanted to contribute something to the fandom that was growing around it, but I didn't have the confidence or the ideas to focus on Wilmon.

Well, as luck would have it, there was a veritable blank slate of a minor character who would be perfect for a canon expansion and even gave me a vague ace vibe for some reason. And if I made him asexual, well, figuring out how he felt about various stuff would be a good excuse to work on myself on the side. I wasn't sure if I actually had the guts to make that part of his characterisation visible in the fic, and he'd have to be very different from me as I never liked self-inserts, but yeah. That could be interesting.

I'm still in this third phase, although the self-reflection has taken a backseat now.

🌿how does creating make you feel?

It's hard to describe. One part of it is just plain relief, because it gets to a point where you really just need an outlet for all the creative energy. One part is this huge sense of accomplishment and satisfaction over seeing the thing you imagined and planned come together. It was just something you cooked up in your head, and now it's out there, making sense. Or at least being its own aesthetic/artistic entity. Either way, you did it, wow.

And of course one part is the joy of knowing that people enjoyed something you made and/or it touched them. I had sort of forgotten about that while I wasn't writing, and I'm very grateful to have experienced it again.

Thank you again for these wonderful asks!

Ask list for reference.

#prompted personal disclosure #ask game #writing ask #fic writer asks #fic writing #scatteredpiecesofme #ace fic

[blue-kyber]

Hey! I really admire all the work you’ve put into your book Out There: The 1k! For a while now I’ve been thinking of starting to write books of my own. The book I want to write is based on a fantasy world I made up when I was younger, and I currently have some rough characterization for the four main characters and some broad themes/undeveloped plot seeds. Do you have any advice for planning/starting a book? How did you go about it?

Thank you!

And here I see this right after ranting about AI and how difficult writing is. Because it is difficult.

Let me be a little bombastic here and go through the way back machine to the fantasy world I created in high school, and the novel that came from it that took me 10 years to write.

I was 15.

I began that book with a daydream I repeated in my head over and over when listening to certain pieces of music on loop. It wouldn't go away. So, I wrote down bits of plot, tried to describe what I saw in my head, wrote single lines of dialogue, disjointed paragraphs, drew character sketches (and I suck at drawing :D ), and at one point, I drew a map of the continent when I should have been studying in French class. (Sorry, Mme. Woods.)

All of those seeds and themes were a scattered mess.

I wrote them down, then sifted through them, morphed them, merged them, trashed some, brought some back from the dead, created new ones as I expanded on others...

In starting it, try starting from the POV of the character you want to be the main MC.

I have 4, too.

Will began as the main MC, but by chapter 8, that role shifted to Yune.

*holds up her hands* This happened organically. I didn't plan this. He just said, "Hi. Yeah. This is my story now." I just became the messenger.

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The first pancake never comes out right. :) (the first draft is always burnt and way too crunchy.)

My English teachers all said I had a solid idea, I just had to work on the craft so that I could tell it.

This meant actually doing the boring stuff in class.

I hated writing for most of my academic life, because I was forced to write stuff I had no interest in. And it hurt.

When I got to college, I showed the first few chapters to my English professor. He read it, came back, and said he didn't care about the characters or what they lost. "Make me care."

So, I worked at creating a new chapter 1 that started off with a single sentence:

He didn't want to be out here.

Finished that chapter, gave it back to him, he read it right there, handed it back to me, and said, "Good. Now I care."

That taught me that short sentences and small paragraphs at the start of a story with some action involved - and very little exposition - worked to pull the reader into my world.

He said exposition will come as you write the story. It shouldn't be crammed into one spot in huge text paragraphs (DUNE, I'm looking at you.)

Explain things as you go along in different ways: dreams, actual descriptions, character experiences, backstory, memories, ect.

Writing is hard work.

But it's also fun, and rewarding, and frustrating, and filled with 3am coffee and under eye bags from very little sleep.

It's the thrill of feeling everything your characters feel, hear, taste, touch, experience, because it belongs to you first before it belongs to them. You're inside every single one of them. They become personal to you because they are a part of you.

Writing uses up so much mental energy and effort - and even physical energy. It is very normal to feel exhausted after writing.

You have an entire world that belongs to you. No one can take that away from you.

And that is a pretty good feeling.

#asks #writing #writing tips #Learn the rules and then break them. #Steal from yourself.

[khiphop-discussions]

Drop the Bit Ep.1 Part 2 Thoughts

Part 1 thoughts HERE

Subs on showmethesubs.carrd.co

I WAS thinking Homies are hitting the button WAY too soon (and I still think that's a bit true) but I also remember either P.Diddy or someone on his team saying on one of his shows back in the day that execs only listen to a song for ~8 seconds to see if its a hit or not. So maybe it's not too fast? Memory is a bit unreliable of course so the number might be a bit bigger. Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that Homies are hitting the button REALLY fast. Like as SOON as they say 2 words LOL

Cherry Boy 17 was the contestant. He's alright but didn't leave the strongest impression tbh

I think this is one of the best contestants so far besides Khan. Takuwa was who it was. He's obviously improved over the years. But weirdly enough...HE WAS AT RISK OF ELIMINATION?!?!?!

Honestly, this show is relying too heavily on style. I'm sorry but you have to be good as a rapper too. Style gets famous really quick, I understand that but when you don't have the fundamentals down as a rapper? Those people always fade out really soon. All the top people are people who have at least enough of the basics down such that their style can really shine. There's nobody popular who is JUST style.

Brothers is another duo. I think they have a bit more skill and polishing than the other duo but they are still rough. I think the guy with the longer hair has a really interesting voice.

Also, worth noting that this show has way less applicants than SMTM so the judges can't be as nitpicky as the ones on SMTM. That thought just hit me. They can't be SOO picky that they don't have enough contestants left lol

Brothers said rapper should have a criminal record (or something along the lines of that). The shorter haired brother has been to jail before.

2 more duos get eliminated and then there's a 3rd. OK they are talented. One has a high pitched voice and one a lower pitched voice. They also have a style. These contestants look a bit older than most of the others though so it makes sense they are a bit better. They are called Goldskinz

I thought it was Swings at first. No lie LOL especially when he started speaking English and said Super Bee's name? I thought Swings came to be funny and show support (if you guys remember, Swings was Super Bee's rap teacher before Bee was famous). The contestant was Max Kim, apparently he's a bodybuilder. He was really solid and has a nice energy in his performances. His rap and performances comes off really cool, calm, and collected.

So Uneduc didn't just choose female contestants. Such a fake ally LOL. But when this specific woman came up he did immediately clicked his button on her. A LOT of female rappers sounds just like this so it's gonna be hard for her to stand out in the scene tbh (she'd be damn near indistinguishable from Soyeon if you gave them both a blind evaluation) BUT she does have a lot of talent and potential. Her name was yumewanaii

This contestant is good as well but again, there's already someone who is very similar to this, Lee Young Ji. this contestant is probably the best on the show so far. The rapper was Veni.

AGAIN, ANOTHER female rapper who sounds just like someone else. this one is Ash-B. LOL it was Kerrigan May. Her hair style is reminiscent of Ash-B as well. I think she might wanna look into changing colors. I think darker hair suits her better anyway. She has done multiple TV show (earlier this year she did the show Bloody Game which Yun B and Xitsuh were also on. The show is a competition but isn't rap related. Side Note: I haven't finished this show cause the episodes are long so IDK how far any of them made it. I'll update you guys some other time. I'm only on the end of episode 2).

Anyway, cause I got carried away, Kerrigan May is very talented. I think she's one of the most talented contestants on the show so far too. Very clear, very impactful, and she can do interesting things even a very popular instrumental. She used Future's "Mask Off" but her version is completely different to what he did. she didn't try to mimic his style or vibe.

Back to male rappers. I've seen this type of male rapper like a MILLION times omg. None of them have EVER gotten that famous but this SAME EXACT COPY of a rapper shows up on EVERY season of a show like this LOL. He's very energetic and fun. Rap isn't the worst but not the best. Good performance skills, voice is kinda comedic so it comes of kinda playful and funny. The contestant's name was Astral Swaggy

So we get out first singing rapper. His voice is pretty nice. He has a bit of "soul". Kinda blues-y, r&b-ish. He got eliminated but he was really so talented. I think because he didn't show enough rap. I was waiting for him to show a bit more of his "rapping" instead of just the singing but it never came. I think the judges felt the same way. Its unfortunately cause he's really talented. I think he should try for SMTM but I think it'd be hard for him to get past the first round because he really relies on rhythm, pitch, and just everything that goes into singing. Doing his style without the instrumental would be a lot harder for a judges to see the full picture. He'd have to incorporate more rap. He's kinda Wonstein-y but with even more singing and less rap elements if that makes sense? You'd have to watch the episode (Side note: idk how people even read it when I make these types of posts. Do you guys read it alongside the episode? After the episode? Before the episode? Or do you guys just not watch the episode at all and just read these types of posts to see what happened?)

His name was Joseph Kang. Super Bee said, pretty much what I said. "It would have been better with more hiphop"

So this contestant is Noh Yunha. I think he's the most well-rounded contestant so far. He's very talented. He seems really familiar but the same time I can't put my finger on who he reminds me of. It's not him cause I don't listen to him at all LOL. Something about him is familiar. I wonder if who he reminds me of will hit me later. Oh it did as soon as I finished typing that. He slightly reminds me of D.Ark somehow. It's not SUPER strong but there's definitely some D.Ark in there LOL. they were on HSR4 together.

Ohhhhh Actually, it is himself haha. I forgot he was on the GWTM remix. I love that song and listen to it so much LOL That's why he feels so familiar. But yeah, it's also D.Ark too (also on the GWTM remix).

There's another contestant who does the sing song thing but it more rap influenced and his voice isn't nearly as good. It's a bit grating but I tink that's the style they are going for. I think it's Implanted Kid but they don't show it until the next episode.

So see you guys when the subs for ep.2 comes out!

#khh #khiphop #drop the bit

[evelhak]

30 Days of Autism Acceptance 2023

April 5

Did/do you have accommodations at school/IEP? If not, do you think it would help/have helped you?

I didn't have any autism specific accomodations since I wasn't diagnosed when I was in school but in my early years of elementary school I had a little bit of accommodations for my skin condition. When my skin was very bad I didn't have to participate in P.E. or go outside between classes, because sweating was really painful for me. That indirectly helped some of my sensory issues on hot days, such as sunlight. It also gave me more moments to spend alone, which spared some of my social energy sometimes. My skin got better towards the end of elementary school though, so I didn't have any accomodations beyond classes 1-3.

I definitely would have benefited from it if my other sensitivities had been recognised as something that isn't going to go away. Having to try to get used to things you will never get used to is just traumatizing. Teachers saw me as too sensitive, so each time I failed to not cry when I had to do something that was too much for me, they just had all the more reason to make me do it more often. Of course I would then try to suffer in silence and not draw any attention to myself and eventually just started to chronically disconnect from my senses.

One specific thing I definitely would have needed was more time to eat since I was a slow eater because of sensory issues and I just couldn't eat faster. We sometimes had only 15 minute lunch breaks and I was always late if that was the case, which was stressful because I was just told over and over it was something I had to learn or I would get detention. My solution: eat less, be hungry, and don't let anyone notice.

I also have joint instability due to hypermobility which is probably not unrelated to autism, and I would sprain my ankle almost every day in P.E. but it took years for anyone to take seriously because I was just labelled sensitive and given crappy grades in P.E. for lack of participation, because the teacher believed I was lying about being hurt for attention or laziness. Eventually some doctor or physiotherapist did take it seriously and gave me ankle support, which changed everything for me.

When it comes to the social environment it's hard for me to say exactly what kind of help I would have needed because I think all the kids just would have needed more teachers who had a clue. Bullying was still widely believed to be the fault of the person who was being bullied, and we always had teachers who didn't want to have anything to do with conflicts between students. Most kids were smart enough to be shitty to each other in ways that were hard to detect, anyway.

With the actual school work, I managed on my own. The only subjects I barely passed were foreign languages and math. I eventually became fluent in English in high school (not a native English speaker) because I started to read manga online, and eventually books that weren't translated, so I guess I wouldn't have been so crappy at it at school if an interest based/use based approach to studying had been possible, but, I did manage, and my other difficulties were much more severe.

#30daysofautismacceptance #2023 #actually autistic

[makingspiritualityreal]

Hey hope you’re doing well. I need an insight to this placements (Vedic astrology).

I have Venus as DK planet (in sign Sagittarius Mula nakshaktra) together with Ketu, Sun and Mercury in 1st house. In 7th house I have Rahu (Mrigasira nakshaktra) and Jupiter retrograde (Ardra nakshaktra) in sign Gemini. In Navamsa Chart I have mars in Aquarius 7th house.

Could you tell me how the future spouse could be like and look like based on these placements?

Looks are a very ephemeral thing to try to find with Astrology, because they are a combination of so many Astrological factors that make a person unique, that you would have to have a really strong tendency in your chart to get a clean cut type of a person every time.

Psychological tendencies are easier to determine, because they are a reflection of what you attract as a person. So basically anyone you attract into your life is a reflection of some aspect of yourself you need to work on.

With such a heavy Sagittarius stellium connected to your Ketu, you have heavy past life baggage, which is going to attract a lot of karmic relationships, which in turn will push you towards a search for a deeper meaning of life once your lower egoic tendencies fall off.

Don't count on easiness in the social sphere in any way, romantic or not. You may also end up being very selective with who you surround yourself with over time, if you haven't yet. I have Venus in Mula myself without that big messy stellium you've got going on and I practically talk to noone because I can't stand shallow people, even though with my AK placed in Libra I still need companionship. It basically results in putting a lot of stakes into those people you have, but you're very picky. When my Venus in Mula Antardasha came in, I met thousands of people over the years in a variety of social settings. I don't remember a single one of these fleeting interactions, as they were all meaningless and gave me a permanent distaste for empty socialising. I had my phase, and at least if you hang around in astrology/spiritual circles you have a bigger chance of meeting more interesting and like minded people. Side note, you may also go through a lot of foreigners in your life. Even 90% of these people I was hanging out with on a superficial level were foreigners. With such a heavy Sagittarius stellium, themes of foreign cultures and languages are a must in your life. I'm fluent in several languages myself, English isn't my first language either. Sagittarius rules reading, writing, literature, higher level education. I'm talking the level of reading Nietzsche, Goethe, Baudelaire in original form. All of which I've done in the past before I refocused on my own writing.

Another theme with such an atmakaraka is about spending your time around people who may be somehow troubled or struggling in life. You may become their guide or teacher or counselor over time. Even in your private life, with such a placement you prioritise depth in your relationships. I didn't have a single friend or love interest who wouldn't be going through some serious problems in life at some point or another, and I mean pain so intense you don't wanna live. Mula Nakshatra is also commonly linked with LGBT communities. I had many male gay acquaintances as a teenager, even though I didn't really belong in those communities myself and I've at this point completely put that phase behind me. But I've known so many people who were outcasts due to their sexual orientation, or even just because they wanted to do some teenage experimentation...this is a very Mula theme, suffering in your formative environment because of lack of acceptance of your depth or somehow standing out from people you were born around.

Your partner will as a result of these placements definitely have this rebellious, quirky energy, but should be willing to cooperate with you in your companionship in the long run. Buckle up though because that kind of stellium isn't easy. I know myself I've had enough heartbreak for a lifetime, and my placements are easier than yours.

#astrology asks #astrology #sagittarius #vedic notes #vedic astrology #private astro asks

[aarushiiii-14]

Since I am starting this new venture, I thought I'd introduce myself first.

Hi I am Aarushi and I am a literature student (I obviously have to mention this). My love for reading and writing started when I was little. I was in first grade when I bought my first book in the scholastic book fair that my school held every year. I saw a section on horror short stories and it intrigued me- My father and sister have cultivated a deep fascination for all things horror by making me watch horror movies all day long (it sounds terrible but I actually quite enjoyed it).

So I picked up Goosebumps by R.L. Stine because it was the only familiar book to me (thanks to Nickelodeon). I went home and read the entire thing in maybe two days and it was clear to me that this would become my new obsession. So, I started reading other horror stories. From Bones to Magic Mirror- I read them all. And then I really got into reading all the stories in my course books. It didn't matter to me whether I loved them or hated them, I just loved to read them. I think I loved how reading a book gave me a different perspective, a new friend, and a good story.

Soon, I started writing short stories. I would take sheets from my father's study and write incoherent, poorly-worded stories about anything and everything. I once wrote a story about a prince in search of a golden-bird with magical powers to make him even richer. I don't know how I ended the story but I must've taken inspiration from all the "Panchatantra" stories that I read during that time.

I grew up and I got scared of writing. Not that I couldn't write good stories, or I developed imposter syndrome; I just felt like there was no use of writing stories because there is no way in hell would I be able to make a career out of it. Yes, as a seventh grader, my biggest problem was thinking I should be studying Science and try to excel in that ( Spoiler alert- I didn't excel in Science). Nobody pressured me into abandoning writing, on the contrary- my father forced me to write more. I just overthought a lot and realized how darn hard it would be for me to ace in this field. And I saw all my teachers and everybody in my school only value and prioritize subjects like Science and Math. So that is what I did. I stopped writing and I started learning laws of motions and electricity and what have you.

I joined a coaching institute to really channel my STEM girly energy but oh God did I fail miserably. I hated it, I hated my teachers, I hated the friends I made, I didn't like how toxic that field was ( and how it is still exactly the same- five years later). So I left that coaching institute (after they bullied my mother on call for letting me take a bad decision) and I landed into the field of Commerce.

I chose Commerce in 11th grade and it was not a random decision at all (despite what people think). It was a very strategic decision that was made after coming up with many a pro-con lists. In my brain I thought, Commerce is how I will learn business and business skills are what I need to be a successful writer, so I took Commerce and I loved it. But I didn't let it stray me away from what I wanted to do the most- become a writer.

I wanted to pursue a degree in English Literature, so I filled all my preference for English Honours in Delhi University because that is where I wanted to be and that is exactly where I am right now.

I am grateful for making wise decisions in my life (so far) and I know the future is uncertain but I know I will be happy as long as I am doing what I love.

Love,

Aarushi

#writerscommunity #writing #writers and poets

[buckets-and-trees]

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

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Thanks for the ask, Navy!

In this season of my life one of the things I get out of writing is healing part of who I am. I was a creative child and when I was 13 one day in English class my teacher gave us an assignment to write a short story in the computer lab during that hour, and ... I discovered that I liked doing that and my teacher said it was very good. I'd been a voracious reader, but I'd never thought of writing my own stuff before that day.

In high school I played around with writing a little bit, but not too much. In college I did a LOT of fanfic and was on track to be an English teacher by day and budding novelist by night, but then I discovered a totally different career path about halfway through, and I kept writing for fun, but went all in on career stuff after graduating.

I threw myself completely into work for the first 8-9 years of my career, also took time getting a master's degree... Finishing both my degrees depleted my energy for writing for a while, but I was spending a lot of my brain power on work. And I love my job and career. But about a week before the pandemic lockdown, a pretty monumental thing happened at work that made me realize that I had to start living a life outside of work and only give work 40 hours of my life per week, because they didn't care about me to the levels that I had invested in them.

I started reading fanfic again in 2021. I started playing around just a touch, but then last year I decided that I needed to really invest time into my hobbies again just to enrich my own life on a regular basis, not an occasional basis.

I adore the craft of writing. I love building story in my head. I like scribbling away little notes on my phone when a random idea strikes. There's nothing quite like the stories that come up where the idea can consume me and it literally just pours out when I sit down to type. Some of my writing has helped me to work out things I'm thinking about in my personal life. Some of it is total wish fulfillment. Some of it is to challenge myself in new genres or new characters. I like the accomplished feeling of just finishing something. Even though I wrote a lot of stuff in the HP fandom during my college time (mostly one-shots), I never finished any of my WIPs back then (I had 4-5 of them), and so when I finished posting the 12 official parts of The Brooklyn Boys, I got a HUGE amount of satisfaction!

And now that I've jumped back into the community part of the fandom and fanfic writing again, it's also been so enriching to engage with people here - whether it's just the casual comments, baby acquaintance level, new friendships that are in starting stages, or people I feel like I'm genuinely building bonds with that I'll treasure for years... that part is pretty great, too.

My goal this year is to write and complete my first original fiction novel - just like my old HP fandom days, I started a few different original fic projects way back, but never finished. It's going to be my big summer project, and I've been scribbling away some notes on 2-3 big ideas. I think I know which one I want to go all in on first, but I want to have multiple irons in the fire just so I don't feel like I get stuck on anything.

THAT WAS A LOT OF TALKING. But anyway. Abrupt end of post now because we don't need a novel here.

#aspen asks #aspen on writing

[peach-and-bugs]

💜Passing Notes - Agatha Harkness x fem!Reader (she/they pronouns)💜 Modern High school teacher Au

Ch 1 💜Chapter 9 💜Ch 10

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Summary: y/n had no intention of becoming a Westview resident again, but here they are, moving into their parents' old home and taking a job as an English teacher at their old high school. While these sudden changes hadn't been part of y/n's life plan, what they really didn't expect was to come face to face with the former graduate that her Musical performances had always been compared to during high school, Agatha Harkness. They also didn't expect this older woman to take such an interest in her, despite y/n distant demeanor. (Two former Westview leading ladies turned high school teachers develop an interesting relationship over their first school year together)

Life update: hey loves! I’ve started school up again, so posting will be slow. I promise I’m working on requests and other fics, but it will all just be a little slower as actual academics really pick up 💜

Warnings: Panic attack

Word count: 3,101

A/N: Hello loves!💜I really wanted to include more in this chapter, but after checking my word count, it was getting long. So, I'm splitting it up with chapter 10, so don't worry, there's plenty of soft Agatha to go around. The response for the last chapter was more amazing than I could have ever imagined and I'm so grateful to all my readers. I've said it before, but Passing Notes is by far my favorite fic to write and seeing that you guys like it so much just makes me want to give you more. I can't wait to see what you all think of the next arch! As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! 💜

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Notes: My fanfiction requests are open since I hit 100+ followers! check out this post here if you're interested!💜

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You knew people could hear you. Other teachers could hear you, and your students could hear you. Darcy tried her best to suppress the sound, and you would be grateful for her efforts later. Now, however, you acknowledged none of it. You choked on your tears as your voice grew horse from the pain you were in. Not literal pain, but emotional.

Darcy held onto you through all of it. She held your head, running her hands over your hair as the tears continued to fall. She murmured encouraging words, trying to get some kind of comfort through to you as she reminded you to breathe. She followed you to the halfway floor as your knees gave out, all your energy drained in what felt like a matter of seconds. She let you grip her jacket unbearably tight till your knuckles turned white and she didn’t mind the way her shirt became sopping wet with your tears.

It felt like the two of you sat on that floor for hours, when it had only been minutes in actuality. You managed to calm down enough to hear what Darcy had been whispering as she held you, rocking from side to side on that tile floor.

“Shhhh, it’s alright. It’s ok. You’re safe. I promise you're safe,” her voice was strained as she held back tears of her own. She held you almost as tightly as you held onto her. Realizing this relaxed you some, though you still trembled in her arms as tears continued to spill from your eyes. You squeezed them shut, burying your face in Darcy’s hair in an attempt to make the stinging feeling stop.

You didn’t acknowledge the door that opened into the hall or the footsteps that followed shortly after. You felt Darcy turn her head, but you didn’t bother to look up. You were too tired, too drained from everything. You just wanted to be left alone to bury your face in your best friend’s hair and forget this whole nightmare.

“What happened? Are you alright?” Harkness. Fuck, why did it have to be Harkness, of all people, at a time like this?

“Panic attack,” Darcy whispered back. There was a long, draining pause.

“What can I do?” another pause. You felt Darcy’s fingers begin to move through your hair in another attempt to soothe your rapid breath.

“They can’t finish the day, not like this,” Darcy’s voice was low, like she was trying to keep you from hearing what they had planned. “But I can’t go, and I don’t want to leave her alone…”

“I’ll take her home,” Harkness assured The science teacher. “I have my plan bell anyways, and I can email Hayward and explain everything. You felt Darcy tense around you as she hesitated.

“Alright, but I’ll come over as soon as I can,” you felt her rummaging around for her phone and checked the time. “Take her to the office. I’ll grab her things and yours when the kids leave,” Darcy started to stand up, pulling you to your feet with her. Reluctantly, you remove yourself from your best friend’s clutches. Everything was fuzzy as you opened your puffy, tear-ridden eyes, and you didn’t pay attention to Harkness as she stood beside you. Darcy took your face between her hands and made sure she had your attention before she explained.

“y/n, hey. Harkness is going to take you home. I’ll explain everything to Hayward and bring your car over as soon as I can,” she rubbed her thumbs over your cheekbones. Her gaze was wet and pleading like she felt everything you were feeling. Your lip began to tremble again as you nodded. “I’m staying with you tonight, ok? I don’t want you to be alone,”

“I’ll be ok,” you croaked, but your best friend shook her head.

“No. No, I’m not leaving you alone like this,” her tone lacked all the familiar, fun Darcy that you knew every day. Instead, she was serious and scared, scared for you. You sniffed and nodded as more tears began to fall. Darcy pulled you into her arms again, rubbing your back as she quickly kissed your forehead. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, I promise,” with that, she let you go and you felt a new touch on your shoulder.

Turning, you were met with Agatha. You searched her expression for something like concern or worry, but she seemed completely calm at the moment. She wrapped her arm around your shoulder with a somber smile.

“Let’s get you home, shall we?” she murmured, pulling you close as she led you towards the office.

-*-

“Ok, I’ve got your car keys and you have your laptop, phone, bag. Is anything missing?” Darcy asked as she leaned in through Agatha’s open passenger window. You shook your head no, leaning back on the headrest with tired eyes. Darcy pressed her lips in a fine line and tried her best to smile. She nodded and moved away like she was going to leave, only to come back and reach for your hand through the window.

“Darcy. I’m fine,” you murmured, squeezing her hand with a soft smile of your own. Darcy nodded, glancing away from you before she let out a watery laugh.

“Yeah, I know you are. God, you’re tough,” she mumbled, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. She wrapped her other hand around yours, leaving you trapped in her grip with your arm hanging out the window. “I’ll be at your place as soon as I can, I prom-”

“You promise. I know,” you repeated with an eye roll. Darcy scoffed and playfully shoved your hand away from her, making you laugh as you brought it back into the car.

“Don’t go all emo on me, Superstar,”

“Fortunately for you, you missed my emo phase,” you said back with a tired grin. Darcy laughed and made like she was going to use a witty comeback, only to get distracted. She turned away from you slightly, her left hand letting go of yours to wave as she leaned on the car door. You watched through the window as Agatha left the school building. You bit your lip and squeezed your fingers around Darcy’s hand. She glanced back at you and offered a smile, with an additional squeeze of reassurance.

“Alright, you got everything?” Darcy asked the history teacher. Her voice had returned to its normal, nonchalant attitude. How she did that after being so soft with you was strange. You didn’t know how her demeanor could shift so quickly, yet somehow, you were kind of grateful for her versatility.

“I’m all set. The office is aware of what’s going on and a message should be relayed to Hayward by the end of the period,” Harkness said in response as her car keys jingled in her hand.

“Cool beans,” Darcy said, though her tone seemed to linger for a bit. She still hadn’t let go of your hand and it seemed like she was reluctant to leave the two of you alone. “Hey, why don’t I bring dinner with me,” the science teacher suggested as her grin returned once more.

“That sounds lovely,” Agatha said with a bright smile as Darcy nodded.

“Yeah, I can pick up some takeout from that little Chinese place just outside town. What do you think, y/n?” your friend asked, turning back to you in the car. You blinked, gaze darting between her and Agatha as you forced a small smile.

“That would be nice. Thanks, Darcy,” you murmured.

“Great. I’ll let you know when I'm ready to leave here. You two can look over the menu and text me what you want,” Darcy said with a grin as Agatha nodded. She looked between the two of you, satisfied with the plan before letting go of your hand. “I’ll see you soon,” she said finally as Agatha walked around to the driver's seat of the car.

The history teacher opened the door and peeked inside as you turned her way. She smiled softly and you couldn’t help notice the warm look in her blue eyes. You swallowed thickly, fidgeting with your fingers as you looked away from her. She didn’t seem to mind as she slid into the driver's seat.

“Are you feeling alright?” Agatha asked once she was settled and buckled into her seat. You nodded but didn’t say a word. She gave you a warm smile and turned on the ignition, bringing the car to life. She adjusted her mirror as she readied to pull out, her hands tightly gripping the wheel. You turned to watch out the window as your best friend stepped backward and up on the curb, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched the car pull away. You offered Darcy a little wave from your side of the widow, which she returned with a slightly worried smile of her own.

Agatha backed out of her parking space, letting her right arm lean against the back of her seat as she turned around to look behind her. You side-eyed her unsubtly, your thumbnail poking between your teeth as you fidgeted. She turned herself around again once she was out and drove out of the school parking lot. You turned to look out your window, only to watch Darcy walk back into the building. You stayed quiet for some time, not sure if or what you should say. You bit your lip as the silence became too much.

“Did Darcy give you my address?” you blurted out as you gripped at the fabric of your pants in an attempt to ground yourself. Agatha turned to you with that same smile and nodded.

“Yes, Darcy did tell me,” she nodded. She didn’t seem to mind your anxious demeanor, and rather than acknowledge it at all, she acted as though everything about this situation was normal. When you realized, you couldn’t help appreciating it. “In fact, we happen to live on the same street,” she added with a grin. Your brows raised in surprise as you turned more towards her slightly.

“I don’t think I was aware of that,” you murmured. The history teacher shrugged with a sigh.

“I wasn’t either till Darcy brought it up,” she chuckled, the car pulling to a stop at a red light. “Mind if I turn on some music?” she asked, reaching forward to turn on her Bluetooth. You shook your head and she smiled. With a quick click of a button on the dashboard and a few adjustments, music started to fill the car as the light changed and the car began to move again. It took you a few seconds to recognize the band, but when you did, you smiled ever so slightly.

“I never would have taken you for a Teagan and Sarah fan,” you commented. Agatha glanced at you as she took a left turn and her smile seemed to grow.

“What did you think I listen to?” she joked. You laughed slightly and shrugged.

“I dunno, classical?” Agatha snorted and you began to smile more, your nose wrinkling ever so slightly. “I never really thought of it before, ok?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“I’ve been listening to them since college,” Agatha said “There one of my favorites, along with the Breeders, Pixies,” she went on listing her favorite music and you happily listened. It was a nice distraction from your anxieties and it made the ride home fly by. Before you knew it, Agatha had pulled into your driveway.

Checking the clock, you noted that it was about 3 o’clock now. Darcy would be leaving school in about two and a half hours, and it would take maybe 20 minutes to get dinner, leaving you alone with Agatha in your home for something like three hours. You took a deep breath as that anxious feeling threatened to fill your belly again. You left the car and quickly walked up to your driveway and the path leading to your door with Agatha close behind. Your keys jingled as you dug them out of your bag and fiddled with them to get the door unlocked.

“Your garden is lovely, by the way,” Agatha commented. You glanced behind you, only to notice just how close she was. You quickly turned away as your cheeks warmed, only to mentally scold yourself. Why would you be getting hot and bothered by her being close to you? Maybe because of the bathroom incident- You abruptly pushed those thoughts out of your mind as the front door practically flung open from your grip as you rushed inside.

“Oh! Thank you, but the garden’s my father’s,” you called as you hurriedly threw off your shoes by the door, before rushing into the kitchen. You dropped your laptop bag and keys on the dining room table as you passed with an echoing thump against the wood. “Make yourself comfortable. Do you want anything to drink? I can also bring out snacks,” you called into the sitting room as you opened up the fridge. You had a few sodas that your dad had left behind alongside some juice and water.

You bit your lip and huffed out a rather frustrated breath. You hadn’t expected any kind of company (besides Darcy) so the house was far messier than you’d like and you hadn’t properly gotten groceries since sometime last week. You drummed your fingertips rhythmically against the handle of the fridge before you walked across the kitchen to your cupboards. The fridge remained open, despite your departure.

With further inspection of your kitchen, you found more tea in addition to a variety of nuts and dried fruit. You also happened to be hiding a pack of cookie dough in the fridge, so you could cook those quickly. You began to scamper around the room, starting the electric kettle as you pulled out mugs and turned quickly on your heels to preheat the oven. Without paying any attention, you crashed into a soft form in front of you with a huff.

“y/n, dear, what on earth are you doing?” Agatha asked, her tongue dipped in laughter and confusion. She stopped your frantic movement around the kitchen by grasping your upper biceps and blocking you from moving around. You scrunched up your nose and brow with a scowl.

“Do you use those names with everyone, or just me?” you asked. The question seemed to surprise the history teacher as she loosened her grip, allowing you to move away from her. Sliding past, you began to mess with the oven as the kettle began to bubble.

“I think I use them with everybody,” she mumbled more to herself than you. With a quick breath, Agatha shook herself from her daze and turned you around again, her brow knitted with concern rather than its usual amusement. “But what’s going on, y/n? I understand that you’re probably still upset from before, but why are you running around here?” she gestured to the kitchen around you. You glanced away, distracting yourself with the kettle as the water finished boiling.

“You’re my guest, so I’m providing drinks and food-” you started only for Agatha to laugh. You refrained from turning around, your feet were frozen to the kitchen tile as she stifled her sudden laughter by slapping a hand over her mouth.

“I-I’m sorry. Really, I am,” she murmured as she composed herself. “But you don’t need to do any of that. I brought you home so you could relax, not to add more stress to you,” she looked at you with wonder in her eyes, like you hosting her was silly and completely out of the question. You bit your bottom lip as you felt hot embarrassment flood your complexion. You squeezed your eyes shut before covering your face with your hands.

You felt Agatha come up behind you, her hands gently resting on your soldiers as she turned you around. You shook your head, expecting her to try and look at your face, but she didn’t. She let you keep your face covered as you began to softly cry once more. You felt her wrap her arms around your form, gently nudging your head so that you rested your cheek on her shoulder.

She cupped the back of your head, her fingers lazily running through your hair to keep it out of your face as her other arm draped around the small of your back. She held you, swaying as Darcy had in the school hall, murmuring words of comfort till you calmed down enough to step away from her. You wiped your tears away once again, sniffing through your stuffy nose as your fingertips traced under your eyes, smearing any new tears that may fall.

“Shit, this is embarrassing,” you forced a dry laugh, trying to ease the tension that boiled in your belly. Agatha’s grip moved to your upper arms again, nudging your hands away from your face so she could see you. You let her do it, despite how much you hated the situation you were in. God, why did she have to be so nice?

“y/n, I don’t intend to act like I know what you’re going through, or have been through, but you can tell me if you ever want me to know. And if you don’t, that’s fine too,” she murmured, touching loose wefts of hair behind your ear as she met your teary gaze once more. “But I’m here for you,” she finished. You stared at her, unsure of what she wanted you to say. She settled on a hesitant nod, which seemed to be enough. She smiled with a little sigh, before fully smiling.

“Alright, how about we do this. You go upstairs and take a bath or shower, just to wash off the crap of today,” she said, wrinkling her nose as she smiled. “And I’ll finish whatever you’ve started here. That sound good?” you looked her up and down, kind of mesmerized that someone like her, who came across as sarcastic, firm, and above it all, was so gentle with you at this moment. She smiled at you, patting your cheek as she got started reorganizing your kitchen. You stood, watching her with a puzzled expression before she turned back.

“Well, go on. I’ll be alright here, love,” she murmured. She blinked out of your daze and forced a nod with trembling lips.

“O-ok. but let me know if you need anything,”

“I will, dear. Now, go feel better,” she smiled back before turning to your mess once more.

#marvel #marvel fandom #marvel x you #marvel x y/n #marvel x reader #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x female reader #agatha harkness x you #agatha x you #agatha x reader #agatha harkness x y/n #agatha harkness x reader #agatha all along #agatha is a lesbian #agatha fanfiction #agatha wandavision #history teacher agatha #highschool teacher au #teacher x teacher au #lesbian fanfiction #lesbian fanfic #wlw fanfiction #wlw fanfic #marvel fanfiction #fanfiction author #fanfiction #agatha wandavison #wandavisin fanfiction #wandavision #passing notes agatha x fem!reader

[bnhaaizawaideas]

another late night update: (2 nights in a row wow i know, shocking)

hear me out

Aizawa Shouta didnt grow up in Japan

now you might be thinking, "hey OP what are you on" and to that i respond with adderal, monster energy and sleep deprivation

His mother is japanese, she emigrated when she was in her twenties, to the good ol United States and settled down in the south where she married her husband and had Shouta

he grew up learning english and japanese side by side, fluent in both at a young age. he learned how to cook from his parents, all sorts of american and japanese foods, learning culture from both sides. when he was older, he decided he would be a chef to bring these dishes to others, maybe even a teacher. he loved cooking so much, it was a good stress reliever and something that he could pour his whole heart and soul into

While he was bullied for his quirk at school, he learned to hone it from his dad, who also had a sight based quirk. that was actually part of the reason he decided to be a chef, he didn't need his 'demonic' quirk for cooking, and so less people would know about it. he never liked being in the spotlight anyways.

when he was 14 he did a study abroad trip to japan for 4 weeks, he was homed with the Iida family, who taught him more about the culture and heroism in japan. While he was with them, though, something happened with his parents back in the states, an unfortunate villain attack that left both dead.

with no immediate family, he was offered a permanent spot with the Iidas instead of going into foster care. he decided there that he would be a hero to stop as many deaths as he could. he gave up cooking as regularly as he did to train constantly so he could apply to UA, where his (now) brother Tensei was also applying. of course, he was upset about having to drop his dream for this, but he was determined. he didnt much feel like cooking anyways, the passion behind it just . . . wasnt there without his parents

he got into gen ed, and won the festival to earn his place alongside his brother in the hero course

the rest is pretty much the same, he stops cooking pretty much all together, work and teaching stopping him all together from even cooking recreationally. no one except the iidas really even know he *can* cook

that is until he gets injured in a battle

his injuries keep him from working all together, no teaching or patrolling for a month or more. he gets bored, his daughter eri gets hungry. he makes her food. and remembers his passion for cooking

he starts to relearn all the things he had forgotten over the years, goes through cookbooks and old recipes his parents had left him in their wills. he teaches eri how to do basic things so she could help him. he cooks for family dinner with the iidas for the first time in years.

and if when he comes back to teaching just *that* much happier, his students dont say a thing about it.

reblogs are better than likes please and thank you thats just how this god forsaken website works

#mha aizawa #shouta aizawa #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my ideas #my au ideas #i guess its an au? #i mean its not really canon divergence #mini au i guess #mha au #eri my hero academia #tensei iida #mentions of dead parents #mentions of giving up dreams #whoops sorry

[brightmiraii]

NCT 24th member || Harumi

FACE CLAIM: Remi (Cherry Bullet)

DANCE CLAIM: Lee Chaeyeon (ex IZ*ONE)

VOICE CLAIM: Jo Yuri (ex IZ*ONE)

STAGE NAME: Harumi (하루미)

BIRTH NAME: Miya Harumi (宮晴美) 晴 (Haru) - bright 美 (Mi) - beauty

KOREAN NAME: Moon Myeong Hee (문명희)

ENGLISH NAME: Ellie Miya

CHINESE NAME: Gōng Qíngměi (宫晴美)/Wen Ming Xi (文明熙)

NICKNAMES: Haru, Brainnie, Xiao Měi, Bright Myeong, Rumi-hime (princess Rumi)

BIRTH DATE: November 25th, 2000

PLACE OF BIRTH: Madison, Wisconsin, USA

ETHNIC: Japanese

NATIONALITY: Japanese, American

EDUCATION: unknown elementary school in Madison, unknown elementary and middle school in New York, unknown middle school in Seoul, Seoul School of Performing Arts - practical dance (2016-2019)

ZODIAC SIGN: Sagittarius

MBTI: ENFJ-T

EYE COLOUR: Black

HEIGHT: 163cm

WEIGHT: 45kg

BLOOD TYPE: O

POSITION: main vocal, lead dancer

UNIT: NCT DREAM, NCT 127 (Limitless - now), NCT U (Timeless), NCT U (Make A Wish)

TRAINING PERIOD: 2 years (2014-2016)

LANGUAGES: Japanese and English (native language), Chinese and Korean (proficiency obtained), German (learning)

FAMILY: Miya Hayao (father, deceased), Miya Yoshiko (mother, deceased), Moon Seungyeon (adoptive father), Moon Bom (adoptive mother), Jianyu (adoptive cousin)

B A C K S T O R Y

Harumi was born in Madison, Wisconsin. Daughter of a young Japanese couple that moved to USA to start a new life, Miya Hayao and Miya Yoshiko

Since her father was an Algebra teacher in an middle school near their house and her mother was a Japanese teacher in a local language school, Harumi grew up highly influenced by knowledge and curiosity

Unfortunately, at the age of 6, Harumi and her parents were involved in a car accident, resulting in their death at the spot. Luckily Harumi survived, despite heavily injured

She was transferred to an orphanage in New York, where she could afford a better treatment to her injuries and social assistance with her double nationality

Harumi was the eldest child in the orphanage and the least interviewed kid for possible adoptions, because of her age. Because of that, she matured quickier and learned how to mask disappointment

She decided to learn by herself Chinese and Korean - in an attempt to increase her chances of being adopted, even if through an international adoption

Four years later, when she was 10, Moon Seungyeon and Moon Bom adopted her and brought her to South Korea

Harumi got casted during a Sunday outing she had with her family. A scout heard her singing and playing guitar and decided to invite her for an audition

Seungyeon, Bom and Jianyu (her cousin) convinced her to try for it and, eventually, join SM as a trainee

A couple of months after she began a trainee, SM introduced her as one of the SMRookies, participating in shows such as "Mickey Mouse Club"

Debuted in August in NCT DREAM, charming the fans with her powerful and husky voice

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Harumi is perceived as a sweet extrovert, always polite and warm towards anyone who approaches her. Though her soft looks and voice could mistake her as a shy girl, she is a truly happy virus

Her energy changes according to her surroundings. Whenever she’s with more playful members, she’s joking around and making a mess. However, with the calmer members, she can blend with them very well

Since she was the eldest in the orphanage, Harumi usually takes care of everyone around her, including the older members. She makes sure all the members are comfortable, healthy and happy

Extremely independent, struggles on relying on other people - which gives constant headaches to the older members

Keeps all negative comments and feelings to herself, not wanting to burden anyone

Has a hard time saying “no” to people, that being one of her biggest weakness

Constantly looks for improvement and new knowledge, so she's either learning a new dance style, an instrument or improving her producing skills

Because of years of rejection, Harumi is extremely self-conscious about herself as an individual

F U N F A C T S

Harumi learned Korean and Chinese through grammar books she found in a library. Because she was really young, the girl often reached out to the employees to explain some topics (what was a verb, noun, for example)

An volunteer in the orphanage taught Harumi how to play guitar and, eventually, gifted her his old one

Every Saturday afternoon, the orphanage headmistress would take the kids to Central Park. Harumi started to sing and play guitar there just for fun, but people started to spare her a dollar or two

In her audition, Harumi sang "Growl", from EXO, an acoustic version that fit perfectly her huskier tone

Seungyeon and Bom gave Harumi her Korean name, but let her decide whether she would use it or keep her given name (Harumi actually cried when they let her keep "Miya Harumi")

She surprised all the trainees with her almost perfect Korean, especially after introducing herself with her Japanese name. They were even more shocked when they discovered she knew as well English and Chinese

Contrary to all the Dreamies, Harumi did not drop out of school, juggling her student and idol life. All the members were worried about her health, but when they discovered the reason why Harumi was so adamant to keep studying, they did everything they could to help her

In 2017, Harumi got Korean and Chinese proficiency through the official test, formalizing her fluency in both languages. Because of that, fans gave her the nickname Brainnie

Before joining NCT, Harumi focused her vocals on acoustic versions and ballads. She was often told that her tone didn't match girl groups

Because of the car accident, Harumi has a long scar from her sternum to her bellybutton. Only in Ridin' era she felt comfortable enough to wear crop tops that showed a bit of it

Following the trend of peculiar dislike of foods in NCT, Harumi doesn't like nuts. She's actually heavily allergic, needing to have an epinephrine shot with her whenever she goes out to eat

The part she loved the most during her trainee period was dance classes, Harumi had so much fun and created a soft spot for it

Harumi despises winter the most, snowy days are the worst for her, because remind her of the car accident

Loves all Disney movies, even the underrated ones

Harumi's a quick learner, but feels extremely burnt out and unsatisfied, dropping one or another activity every once in a while (she usually tries again, because she hates the fact she gave up on something)

Her official emoji is ✨, because of the meaning behind the kanji of her name (Haru). Her introduction during her debut days was “Hello, I’m sparkling Harumi!”

One of her favorite hobbies is re-recording songs. She would record all the instruments, getting all notes by hearing and - finally - get the vocals done

Likes affection, but hates aegyo

Her favorite color is yellow

Maintains Dream’s dorms up (she does do cook, she does the cleaning to the point the others scold her for doing all by herself)

Her lives are mostly songs recommendations, guitar sessions and whenever she’s at practice room, she does a few covers

She’s a huge fan of BoA, EXO, SHINee and MAMAMOO

In 2019, Harumi became an official MC at Music Core alongside SF9 Chani

#nct 24th member au #nct dream 8th member au #nct 127 female member au #nct female oc #kpop female addition #kpop female oc #kpop addition #kpop oc

[deepend-swimmer]

2020 in movies

The Half of It, 2020- USA

this is way more of a live reaction than a review, that I'm gonna do later

the starting sequence of the half of it is beautiful

I'm loving the cinematography

"We are the source of our own hell." damn

her and her dad mimicking each other nice iajajaja

her dad's love for movies lmao me

the scarf sequence cringe

I have no idea if they will end up together but the vibes are very gay

what's up with the teacher? I don't get her

aster and ellie are so smart and how they use words touching, outstanding, moving

the grafitting sequence bruh that was breathtaking

this movies makes me feel single even tho they aren't together yet

the blonde populars strangely fitting in, so cringy

paul is so akward the fuck

he is akward but he is awesome, big himbo energy

when he defended her (the bare minimum of moral) and said that the effort is what counts, I was like okay gonna give you a chance

this is the best training sequence ever

his family is so chaotic, is this a parallel to the baynards?

her family story hurts, im emo leave me

the ping pong chat, i got emotional

"i bet she would have tried the taco sausage" i love you stupid boy

i love how paul loves his cooking stuff

okay but what a powerful trio wouldn't it be? ellie and aster, the couple and paul, the himbo friend

her dad likes the taco sausage hell yeah, she likes it as well! his smile

the yakult, a classic

their different points of view on movies lmao

"and you should be with a good guy" WHY WHY DO THAT TO ME ELLIE

is he falling for her too? it would be funny if he did, he falls for music not for girls

also like how devastating it is that her dad has a full phd on engineering and can't get a job bc of his accent? and like how he barely speaks in english at all probably bc of the trauma this injustice has endured on him

this whole texting sequence at the diner is so weird, i don't like it but i also do, his faces at ellie the best comic relief possible

aster looked devastated for a second, when he said he didn't want to be just friends, someone give this girl a friend

the taco sausage making its first steps look at that

the fuck was trig presentation? trash

DID THEY SABOTAGE HER PIANO? i hate you all

she is going to sing that song now isn't she? i hope she does

paul 👉👈 play your song 👉👈 munsky

she singed barely a minute bruh, no one would applaud like that in a hs talent show

this is so unrealistic, i hate it

he is totally falling for her at least just a bit

the athletic soft friend that takes care of drunk you trope

is she at his house? yes she is

ASTER IS ALSO IN THE HOUSE MAYDAY MAYDAY

they are at the station this is not a training exercise

aster a lil bit gay for sure

IT'S PLAYING SEVENTEEN IT'S PLAYING SEVENTEEN THIS NOT A TRAINING EXERCISE

DRIVING SEQUENCE IT'S A DRIVING SEQUENCE

okay so aster is the type of gay that can drive

she knows about ellie, 95% sure of that, or at least she likes her as well

aster truly is beautiful, I totally get the hype

ellie is only lesbian desesperation at this moment

paul bringing sausages to ellie's dad, i love this duo

why do all gay movies have a pool sequence? even if this is a natural pool

gays clamed pools and hands

THEY ARE COOKING TOGETHER I LOVE THIS SONG

that one shot of ellie and aster floating in the water is something else, truly beautiful

so that's why his dad always says "the best part", I a m e m o

I love her mum even tho I never met her, that's how good this movie is with expressing emotions

thank god ellie is there this game is a mess

SUCH A CHAOTIC ENERGY LMAO

15 years without scoring? you guys really suck huh?

her love for yakult is everything, she really is stealing from the locker rooms lmao

I KNEW IT! I KNEW HE WAS FALLING FOR HER!

paul you are such a himbo

OH NO YOU ARE A HOMOPHOBIC

on this account we only dislike paul munsky

HER DAD THROWING WATER ON TRIG LMAO

is trig the real himbo oh god?

her dad is everything.

his mum is totally gonna see his research

i love her dad.

he thought they were dating lmao, it did kinda look like it so i get it

YOU ARE NOT GOING TO OUT HER OR I WILL KILL YOU

on this account we only love Mr.Chu, we do nothing else ever

Mr.Chu I love you so much, fuck this. this man is everything.

netflix gave us a completely flawless dad and i love him, he is perfect.

IS HE GOING TO PROPOSE? BRUH THE FUCK DON'T DO THAT

SHE ACCEPTED IT???????

ELLIE?????????

THE FUCK IS GOING ON???????????

okay that was a good speech, don't fix what you did paul

okay ellie that's a perfect speech, thank you

"Is this really the boldest stroke you can make?" x.x

well deserved, both of you deserve a slap for catfishing her

SHE KISSED HER IM STELLAR

because ellie forgave paul I'm gonna give him 1 right

on this account we acknowledge the problems and implications of growing up in small, conservative and religious towns and how hard it is to not reproduce the toxic and prejudiced speech you've grown up listening to thus we have come to the decision of forgiving paul munsky as well.

#2020 in movies #the half of it #netflix #my reactions #my review #once i actually re do it #I'm only here to love and respect mr. chu #ellie chu #aster flores #paul munsky #this is so big im so sorry