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mintys-musings · 1 year

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i need more of ur anzu x idol rambles PLZ theyre so good if i cld inject it to my brain i wld do so /pos

*cracks knuckles* how much time do we have? I could do this all damn day t b h.

okay here's a random thing i love about anzu- not entirely related to this but still: EVERYONE KNOWS CANONICALLY HOW DAMN THIRSTY SHE IS TO SEE GUYS WHO ARE BARELY CLOTHED WITH MUSCLES. slight spoilers for madara's fs1 story will be in the tags so tread lightly if you wanna experience that yourself. just- she has a clear type in men. at least as far as physicality goes.

and for women??? SUZU. ARASHI. SHE LOVES HEADSTRONG WOMEN WHO TAKE NO SHIT.

ANYWAY SHIPS

This is gonna get long so im putting it under cut- im doing this right before i go to bed bc my brain will not rest until i get this out of my system

Okay. I know which ships I'll end up rambling about on my own. So lemme highlight ones that i may not talk about as much but love still. idk if u wanted to hear horny rambles or not so im just throwing in first time stuff as flavour.

MakoAnzu

MAKOTO AND ANZU ARE THE CUTEST. EPIC GAMER LOSER BF AND GIRLBOSS/GIRLFAIL GF COMBO. idk if it makes sense but they're like. hs sweethearts that never actually got together in hs and only realized it later when they reconnect or something that they're so totally in love. also he's just so damn goofy it balances out her more serious side that took over after her failed rebellion attempt at kimisaki. like he'd start calling her his favourite trouble maker if he heard that story. OOOOUUU MAYBE HE'D EVEN START CALLING HER ANGIE AND SHE NEARLY CRIES BC NO ONE CALLS HER THAT ANYMORE BESIDES HER BROTHER. idk they're sweet.

the first time they do it together, they're both so awkward that it's funny but they're so comfy with each other that it isn't a problem. in my mind, mako tries to lead at first but when it gets too hot and heavy, anzu takes charge. they seem like the most realistic couple out there with the least amount of angst~

JunAnzu

okay now to talk about Makoto's gaming buddy with her instead HFDSF. i feel like this anzu ship is a lil underrated. i personally love it. he has canonically given in to her like 🥺 face. they're relationship is basically jun teasing her and anzu pouting until he feels bad and it's cute. moon and sun vibe. also. jun is in eden/eve. he has money he's not spendin on himself. he may not give the most lavish gifts or even the most gifts in terms of anzu ships, but he does buy her little trinkets and stuff. more often than not though he's just paying for her meals. even with gatekeeper cash and the anzu fund made in the graduation story, he's not letting her spend a cent if she doesn't have to. if questioned he'd just be like "Haaah? Ain't it rude to make the lady pay?" but in reality he just wants to spoil her. the entirety of trickstar is gonna start questioning her though if they notice they're getting close. And i bet ibara is going to investigate why half of eve is meddling with the competition's producer.

their first time is spontaneous. they never talked before hand about it or whatever. it probably was them destressing from a hard day at work. PERSONALLY- i think they did it in the ES gym~ and god anzu was so scared theyd get caught. BOTH of them know Ibara goes down to the gym after work but luckily a meeting ran long or something because by the time they were done and dressed, they could just pass it off as training when ibara walked in.

HiMEAnzu

okay this is definitely a rare one- but a ship ive grown fond of the more i thought about it. meru and anzu are both work oriented, but still a little silly deep down. so when they relax and get to know each other, they find the others presence so calming. he admires her for her work ethic and she does the same. god im pulling out the first idol story interactions with this one as well- he let his guard down near completely when they first meet. and he says something like "like attracts like" or something like they're kindred spirits and that he's fallen for her. that last part was probs just his attempt at joking fanservice, but he is aware that he could easily pull anyone he wants to. for anzu to just talk normally with him, he thinks it's refreshing and honestly- being in a unit like crazyb, he would want someone calm like her to be around.

here's the big catch though: meru would never risk kaname's idol image by dating ANYONE. let alone the person known as "everyones producer." so this ship is BUILT for "at arms length" pining/"we'll never know what could've been" angst

their first time is the most planned out of all three of these ships. not on anzu's side, but himerus. meru is really meticulous with his image and he respects anzu. so if he's going to do something with her, he's going to do it right and make sure they have the most privacy possible. it's def something that happens after a VERY romantic date. possibly an anniversary. he gets incredibly intimate. maybe he'd even start talking in first person. this is, after all, not a performance for anyone. he just wants to share this moment with anzu. that being said they go on for a long ass time because meru has stamina and anzu can get insatiable if teased long enough.

#Minty Answers #Minty's Rambles #anzu ensemble stars #anzu specific ramble #okay fs1 #madaras fs1 story is very sweet but i wanna point out #madara asks her specifically if theres ANYTHING. ANYTHING AT ALL. THAT *SHE* WANTS HIM TO WEAR #AND SHE GOES “yes. your exclusive outfit should just be a loincloth and a headband.”#AND HE GOES WITH IT BC ITS WHAT SHE WANTS. AND EVERYONE AROUND THEM IS LIKE “GIRL. PLEASE.”#THEY EVEN GO AS FAR TO SAY THEY FEEL BAD ABOUT “RUINING ANZUS DREAM” BY TELLING HER IT MIGHT NOT BE THE BEST IDEA #MADARA WAS SO QUICK TO JUST BE LIKE “yeah sure babe. i'll wear the bare minimum of clothing just for u”#i love madaanz sm. even with all the angst. bc he's so whipped for her.#same reason i like rinneanz #tall strong men who are more responsible than they seem with a dark side being whipped for their tiny girlboss cringefail gf is PEAK

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cassandralexxx · 4 months

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👎(not fun vibes scroll on)

So context, we all know and love it:

at the high school I’m zoned for my local community high school the place where I would have gone had I not attended to Catholic School, the place a good portion of my friends and classmates went to post middle school there was a school shooting. It happened when we were all freshman in high school. It’s been forever and at the same time no time has passed. People I care deeply about are still so affected by it. I don’t know if our town will ever truly heal.

Anyways the point of this post is I’m feeling bad about something I said the other day. I didn’t mean it I swear but it’s like do you ever say something so stupid that it is cruel. You hear one person say something like “oh” and then you realize wait what did I say. How could I say that. What kind of person am I that I could say something so callous. It is so rude that it feels vile. It’s devastating after the moment passes and you comprehend the meaning and what is IMPLIED by what you said.

ok so I was watching School Spirits with my mom. Cute show super fun. But yknow they are a small town and so many of the ghosts are always talking about how they really thought they “had what it takes to make it out of there” but they didn’t they died and they are trapped not just in their shitty post industrial town but they are trapped at their high school which yknow objectively sucks.

you know what I said? I was joking I wasn’t thinking I was just thinking about the dumb show. I said “imagine dying in your local high school like that’d be so lame that sucks”

how could I say that. I didn’t mean it like that. I said it like 4 days ago and I’m still devastated. I immediately backtracked when my brain reconnected at the sound of my mom (not gasping but more so being like oh). I felt so bad I feel so bad. I don’t forget them. The ones who died. There is rarely a day I don’t think about the impacts of what that asshole did. why don’t I think before I speak how could I say that.

how could I say that it’s so fucking cruel. Not to the characters in the show; to the real people to people I know to my friends friends. To my families friends. To the girl I danced with when I was in preschool. The girl all the girls of my middle school was friends with because they all played soccer and So did She. The man who my friends used to complain about having to do his school projects. People with dynamic lives. One of my sisters friends best friends had been killed. My sister still cries about it sometimes when she drinks.

now that I’m home (I never really would go home post graduating high school and going to uni) I keep passing that fucking building. I keep thinking about it. In my closet I still have my school lanyards from that year. With the orange ribbons, the think pray act, the lanyard from when I volunteered for the beautification project bc yknow they had to fence off an entire new building at school bc it was a crime scene it was the first resting place of So Many People.

I want to cry every time I think about it.

how could I say what I said. I didn’t mean it I swear; it was meant to be a joke about the nature of the show. It’s so awful of me how could I do it. Words are a cruelty.

I took it back in seconds I think from the moment it came out my mouth to the second I realized why that was fucked was near instantaneous but that wasn’t quick enough. I think I’d still be pissed at myself if I processed it when I thought it but to say that out loud is so fucked. I didn’t mean it.

anyways I’m sorry

we won’t ever forget, I get devastated by the passage of time like when I graduated hs since I was a freshman at the time that meant that everyone there would have graduated then. In a year there won’t have been any students that went to class with the kids who were there. Some teachers ofc still there but still it’s like a new generation. Those kids know of course they still know it’s still the community we were all affected and their schools their middle schools were also put on lockdown.

anyways I’m so sorry for what I said I swear I didn’t mean it. I swear.

#Not going to add my identifying tags bc I want this one lost to the ether #I’m so sorry it’s my fault for not thinking but I genuinely could NEVER mean it in that way I swear #Near tears whole time writing this because what am I to do a large part of my sadness doesn’t have to do with what I said even just the-#Whole situation yeah partially what I said but overall so fucked

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the196thbattalion · 4 years

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star wars human! high school! au

i’ve seen so many headcanons circling throughout the star wars tumblr about high school au’s, so i wanted to share my bit with all of you :D

anakin skywalker

five words: REBEL CHILD ON A MOTORCYCLE.

he doesn’t like riding the school bus because it makes him feel extremely claustrophobic, so he scrapped and scavenged up parts to make his own customized motorcycle, which he lovingly dubbed artoo.

the blue and silver detailing was the joint effort of ahsoka and obi-wan, because anakin doesn’t know how to paint.

if he can catch up to the bus, he’ll ride alongside it and flip off the students on it before revving on ahead of them. (the freshmen think it’s the funniest thing in the universe)

probably one of the most well-known juniors in the entirety of temple high school (mostly because of his shenanigans but partly because he’s dating padme fuckiNG AMIDALA, PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE DAMN SCHOOL)

he always wears this worn-down leather jacket his mom gave to him before she passed away, and refuses to take it off, even though it’s somehow “a violation of the dress code and should be outlawed.”

his hair alone has seduced eight different students (boys and girls)

sometimes during study hall, ahsoka or padme will get a hold of his hair and style it into little braids or make a super rad ponytail.

he really likes iced coffee with milk and sugar. he puts in the milk to make it nice and light (it’s aesthetically pleasing, obi-wan!), and then like eight tablespoons of sugar to make it actually taste good.

his favorite class is mechanics, taught by kit fisto.

anakin spent months on a mechanical arm project to replace his clunky plastic prosthetic, and he was so freaking happy when it was finished; he almost cried. (he did cry and ahsoka got it on video)

obi-wan kenobi

a mixture of the soft™, pretty™, hippie™, grunge™, vsco™ and nerd™ tropes.

he really likes peppermint tea with lots of honey but takes his coffee black.

he has had too much tea.

someone needs to stop him.

almost all of his classes are ap courses, and if cody hadn’t been watching when obi-wan was making his schedule, all of them would be.

him, cody and padme have ap english with mace windu, and cody knows how much his classes stress him out, so he lets obi-wan sleep during class and sends him the notes

the only ap class obi-wan doesn’t take is mechanics, and he shares that class with anakin.

anakin and obi-wan are super close with each other. kenobi was there when ahsoka was adopted, and anakin was there when kenobi got his cat. (they were like 5 okay)

“NAME IT C3PO OBI-WAN, OR I SWEAR TO FUCK-” “what kind of name is that, and why would i - anAKIN PUT HIM DOWN!?”.

mr. fisto constantly has to split them up for disrupting the class, but it’s almost like they can communicate telepathically, and the teachers have a running bet

mace windu literally bet $50 on these fucking nerds so you know it’s for realsies

in reality, they’ve just gotten super creative with passing notes.

kind of off topic, but he has these brown harry potter glasses that he uses (kinda for reading???? but mostly so he can do that anime pushing up glasses thing)

cody thinks it’s the funniest shit ever

whenever cody is feeling stressed, obi-wan just does the thing™ and BOOM! happiness.

people think he’s a goodie two shoes, and honestly, it’s really easy to think that. if the iconics are trying to do something stupid, he’s usually the voice of reason.

but parties?

…

you know what, just ask anakin for the video footage.

ahsoka tano

this hs!au ahsoka tano turned me bisexual confirmed ✔

okay before i go into her style, which is mainly what made me drool over my computer, can i just put skatergirl!ahsoka out there?

spray painting of the rebellion symbol all over the bottom of her board and on items in a couple of the places where she skates the most (like the back of an abandoned car yard)

her instagram is filled with these super cool vhs-tape recorded skate videos (u know)

lots crackhead 3am visits (starring anakin, rex, kenobi and barris) to a gas station to get slushies and grind the shit out of the curb connecting the store to the parking lot

trying to teach anakin how to skateboard but he just can’t figure it out? uh yes

“try to balance skyguy!” “HOW DO I MOVE? DO I SCOOT? SNIPS THIS ISN’T FUNNY AND I WANT TO GET OFF – GUYS, STOP LAUGHING!”

okay okay okay i’m done

for now

anyway, her style???? is so???? fucking????? cool!!!!!

her genetics gave her a 80% of having vitiligo, so it really wasn’t a surprise when patches of her skin got lighter, but it still freaked her out a little bit.

basically, went like this: “DAD, I’M TURNING WHITE!” “???? oh my gosh ‘soka, no.”

she has long braided dreadlocks she dyed a super bright orange with various colored beads woven into them with the help of anakin and padme. she usually styles them into little space buns atop her head.

her entire clothing wardrobe consists of fishnets, neon bomber jackets, at least 11 bisexual beanies™, handmade patchy jeans, white tank tops, and light-up platform shoes.

she doesn’t give two flying fucks about the dress code, and – IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOST BUSY HALLWAY - punched principal sidious over whether or not she “could wear shorts that short” (anakin may or may not have cheered when she broke his nose).

the fetts (chuck have mercy)

*cracks le knuckles* i’ve put it off long enough

we have: fox (24), wolffe (19), cody (17), rex (17), echo (16), fives (16), boil (15), waxer (14), hardcase (13), jesse (12), longshot (8), kix (6), tup (3), gree (2) and boba (9mo)

wolffe is off at college - fox already graduated and moved out, that cheeky little fucking shit - but both still keep in good contact with the fam, and it’s a constant clamor between eleven of the siblings of who gets to talk to them first

fox majored in government/politics, bly is majoring in space/astronomy, and wolffe is majoring in police/law enforcement shit (i don’t know how college works, so sue me)

cody and rex are juniors, and despite their similar looks, the amount of schoolwork each of them completes drastically varies

cody is the honor roll student, valedictorian, whatever you want to call it

rex kinda just either does the work really well or 9/10 times gets distracted by anakin or ahsoka sending him some nice spicy memes

cody tried to tutor rex but it ended up almost landing tup in the hospital

“that’s really simple, actually. if you – vod? rex, are you okay? what are you oH NO TUP DON’T PUT THAT IN YOUR MOUTH-”

fetts on the varsity football team is like a right of passage in the family

right now, only the juniors of the fett family are on the team, but the coach has eyes on fives and echo for next years team

SPEAKING OF

echo, fives and boil are the infamous sophomore trio that pulled the milk bucket prank on the gym teacher, pong krell.

they had to help the janitor (99) clean up afterwards, but they genuinely enjoyed 99’s company, because he’s rad as shit and knows all the secret school passageways.

to be honest, not one person (except maybe sidious) was complaining

that motherfucker makes everyone run like eight laps during gym class

even mr. windu gives them a small smile in the hallways after that

boil says he was blackmailed into it

waxer is a freshman (the poor dude, i’m so sorry), and he always looks out for the nervous freshies

if someone is having a bad day, he’ll give them a lollipop (he carries around a whole bag), a place to sit during lunch, and a shoulder to cry on

all you need to do to find waxer is to locate this long ass line of children

the school counselor, plo koon, sometimes brings his niece numa into school during the day because he can’t find a babysitter, and waxer. fucking. loves. her. PERIOD.

w+n pull these tiny little pranks on teachers, and the staff pretends not to notice, but numa always giggles and gives them away.

boil has a soft spot for numa too, and sneaks her rice krispies.

bonus shit i want to add in but can’t figure out where to put it (or i’m just gonna add it on and shit)

plo koon adopted anakin after his mother died (him and anakin’s mother were good friends), and found ahsoka on the side of the street, shivering like a maniac.

he doesn’t know where ahsoka came from, but he loves her so gOD DAMN MUCH.

he’s the school counselor, and still keeps in touch with a lot of students even after the graduated (he thinks that majoring in law enforcement/police is a bit dangerous for wolffe but he still supports his unofficial but basically son 100%)

yoda is the super old but radically rad english teacher.

his entire point of existence in my mind fic is to troll the shit out of palpatine.

a recent conversation starring yoda and palps: “did you give the students the mountain of extra work i assigned them?” “for the students, that was?” i’m sorry. my bad, that is.” “this is the seventh time, yoda.”

okay but for real

mace windu violently roots for the school football team.

“BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM, CODY! YOU TOO...OTHER CODY!”

“THAT’S A HOLDING! THAT’S A HOLDING!”

“REF IF YOU DON’T COUNT THAT TOUCHDOWN THEN I SWEAR TO SAMUEL L. JACKSON I WILL COME DOWN THERE AND BEAT YOUR SORRY PINSTRIPED ASS!”

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ellewords · 3 years

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Atsumu at parties is a sight to behold, but it’s in a sad way? He is the life of the party and can keep it going for hours, but anyone with a trained eye can see that it’s all artificial. Sometimes, while he’s egging everyone on to dance or take shots or something else kind of wild, you can see him crack just a tiny bit. Whenever it starts to become a little more obvious, he turns it up a notch and tries to pull off stupid shit that will make him the talk of the town for being such a good host/party-goer so that people are too distracted to notice that he’s slipping. But as exhausting and fake-feeling as it is for him to keep up his facade of being on top of the world on for such a long time, he doesn’t let up until he is able to leave or the very last person does. Then, he almost becomes a shell of himself—grumpier than normal, quieter, slower to respond.

If the party isn’t at his place, he always drives separately from the people he goes with because he knows he’ll spend hours after either driving around in a state of half-awareness or he’ll find a desolate area where he can just blast a playlist full of songs that help him feel emotions again. By the next day, he’s back to his normal self, and it’s like anyone that noticed was imagining it when it happened. If the party is at his place, though, he’s even worse. On top of all of the other things, he slowly becomes more (passive) aggressive as his patience wears thin, and he doesn’t even try to hide it. Because of how badly it weighs on him, Osamu and some of his close friends have made a system of keeping people away from him at all costs as he starts cleaning up the mess because the last time they didn’t, the student population (whether in hs or college) had a lot to say about him the next day and none of it was very nice. He nearly had a panic attack when he realized what had happened, and it took almost a whole week to smooth it over, but Astumu stressed about it for weeks after, making him more insecure and tense until he was finally convinced that everything was back to normal.

I don’t think he starts to actually enjoy parties and be himself at them until well after he’s out of school.

— from elle ! anon i—- the way this kind of broke my heart... i blame it on my soft spot for atsumu :<< ngl i stared at a wall for a good five minutes after reading this because despite how painful it is, i can also just imagine it. which ig makes it hurt more?? aaah idk but thank you so much for sending this in, i felt so much in the best possible way ;-; my little scenario feat. yn based on your hc will be under the cut (as usual) and i hope you are having a wonderful day <3

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you were a somewhat constant in miya atsumu’s life, having gone to the same high school as him and now managing the team he’s playing for professionally. you like to think that you’d been with him through all the highs, no matter how big or small, — through every single test that he passed, every single match that he had won, every joke he made that landed, whenever he calls you in the middle of the night just to say that he had cooked without burning down his entire apartment. but all of that just meant that you had been with him through the lows too — when a play doesn’t go as he had planned, when his sets just weren’t getting hit by his spikers, when he had accidentally broken the vase you had gotten him as a housewarming gift, when he’s at a party that his teammate had thrown.

he’s dancing on a table, drunk off the attention, people cheering him on as he moved to the beat of whatever pop song bokuto had chosen to play. but you knew better than to play into the act he was putting up. you saw the falter in his smile, the way his knees quivered, the brief moments wherein the mask falls.

you shake your head. he hasn’t changed at all, has he? you’d think after graduating high school, after a couple of years of playing volleyball professionally that he’d finally let the walls he had built up to crumble just a little.

“what’re ya doin’ ‘ere all alone?” atsumu was now by your side, nudging his shoulder with yours.

you sighed, it seems like he had chosen you to be the object of his attention for the next few minutes, “having fun.”

“standin’ in a corner? not even a drink in hand?” atsumu questioned, smirk plastered on his face.

“what?” you asked, trying to keep your tone calm and even, “doesn’t seem like you are having fun either.”

miya atsumu had long decided that he hated you. well, he didn’t hate you. he hated the way that you could read him. it shouldn’t have been a surprise, you’d known him for years now.

there’s a flash of emotion in his eyes, so quick that you couldn’t even recognize what it was. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“it means what it means, atsumu.” with a shrug of your shoulders, you turn to leave.

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the party was winding down and atsumu was getting antsier by the minute. his stunts had been getting more and more out of control, the last one being an attempt at a backflip over the sofa. you had never been more thankful for meian’s presence until that very moment. it was then that everybody had decided to call it a night, it was half past two in the morning anyways.

atsumu spots you by the kitchen counter, attempting to help bokuto clean up the mess the party had left in his home. his steps are slower, more tentative than anything else. he’s always known you saw right through him, atsumu now wonders what made you actually speak up on it. why now of all times? in his head, you had come to a silent agreement.

“mind if i help ya with that?”

“go ahead.” you spoke, handing him a spare trash bag. for a while, the two of you work in silence, navigating around each other to pick up the various read solo cups, alcohol bottles, and bags of snacks that littered the floor and counter. it’s quiet, with most of the guests gone and bokuto cleaning up the backyard with hinata and sakusa.

“what did ya mean?” the silence is broken by atsumu, tone devoid of any kind of emotion. he sounded hollow, voice low and quiet. “earlier. i still don’t understand.”

you bit your lip, not exactly sure how to proceed. it had been something that you always wanted to confront him on. now, when the opportunity presented itself, your throat had gone dry — every single word getting stuck in the back of it.

and he’s just waiting for you to respond, matching your gaze with his own. atsumu thinks he’s being intimidating, but in reality, there’s a subtle kind of desperation to them. he holds his breath, hoping you don’t notice the quiver in his bottom lip.

but you do, just like you noticed the way his fingertips trembled. “i'm just saying, ‘tsumu, it wouldn’t hurt to be yourself. nobody’s gonna fault you for doing so.”

atsumu takes a step back, mouth parting at your words. truthfully, he didn’t know what to expect. this was the way he had been for years, he can’t go changing now, can he? atsumu’s unsure if he even knows how to. but here you were in front of him, probably just as tired as he was, finally calling him out instead of doing damage control — apologizing to people on his behalf, like you did when he had gone too far during high school. the facade had faded almost entirely.

“slowly but surely, atsumu.” you smiled, a genuine one. a smile unlike the one he forced himself to keep for the past couple of hours. “do it for yourself, you’ll breathe easier that way.”

and he just wants to ask you more, have you tell him exactly what it is he needs to do. but hinata was calling you, he was your ride home after all. but atsumu wanted more from your conversation, almost offering to be the one to drive you back to your apartment. unfortunately, you were already stepping around him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder before exiting the door with hinata.

and just like that a crack started to appear on his walls, not large enough to make them fall, but it was a start. slowly, but surely.

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#it’s the pain for me tonight 😔#gosh anon i loved this #thank you truly #written on the margins 🔖#atsumu scenarios #atsumu x reader #atsumu headcanons #🎐 — anon! <3

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softer-ua · 4 years

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I have to laugh anytime someone says that Midoriya wanting to be friends with his bully is unrealistic. I’m best friends with my hs bully, and it’s a 100% less realistic story than Deku and Kacchan fixing their relationship. They have history and a genuine layer of care and admiration under everything that has consistently kept them orbiting each other their entire lives.

Their story makes total sense, mine, well

But I’m gonna break it down for everyone so y’all can get some prospective for what an actual outlandish story looks like and then you’ll be free to run with any hc you want because you know what crazy really looks like

Apparently me and this guy were kinda of friends in 8th grade through a mutual friend, but I completely forgot who they were over summer break and that mutual friend moved away.

Cue them getting very upset about this but never confronting me or anyone else about it

Everyone thinks we’re still friends

Instead of addressing this problem they get revenge by taking advantage of my hyper sensitive startle response(I scream and jump out of my skin when others might only flinch if anything) and he does this like 3 times a day

I’m a stubborn asshole and refuse to acknowledge they even exist outside of those interactions, and I mean I don’t know this guy who keeps jump scaring me and I’m not about even bother. Idc that we have 3 classes together, he might as well be dead for as much as I acknowledge him

Well now he’s tossing pencils and other shit so I’ve gotta notice him

Now I’m real mad so I dub him satan and refuse to learn his actual name and try to ignore him harder, anyone who tries to talk to me about him gets a “bitch, who?? Literally never heard of them.”

Another fun fact about me is that I am for whatever reason bless with the ability to never get in trouble, I was constantly late, never did my hw, broke dress code, played on my phone, sat in on other classes, left campus, and basically did whatever tf I wanted while no teacher paid me any mind, but if other kids so much as breathed wrong they lived in detention

He is the only one not in my close friend group who notices this pattern, and he’s also the only person who has been on the other side of my temper. Everyone else thinks “she’s a goody twoshoe, all the teachers love her, she’s never broken a rule, and she’s so quiet and sweet”.

Now on top of everything else every time we pass each other hes like “I hate you”

And I the Queen of Ignorance and am like “Why?? There’s something very wrong with you.” And then ignore him some more

We do this for 4 fucken years, and at this point neither of us even really remember how it started this just how we live our lives. Me stubbornly ignoring his existence(while also low key obsessing, because wtf is this dude’s issue??) and him doing what he can to not let that happen. It’s a mess

We graduate and have very little contact other than texting here and there(like I said, we a mess)

Well Halloween rolls around and me and my roommate are planning to go to a rave out of town. I’ve got a costume and a hotel room all set, then a friend(who I was low key crushing on) that we’ve been planning to meet there doesn’t have a ride for him and his buddy so I’m like “hop in with us!”

Turns out! The friend is the guy I’ve been beefing with for 4 years !

Well he’s understandably shocked I’d agree to this so he calls me to confirm this, and I’m like “sure, idgf” but really I just love a mess because I can’t stand being bored and this insures I will not be bored regardless if the raves any actual fun. And I want his friend to be there even if it means put up with him

Side note, this call happens in the middle of me hanging out with my roommate…who is getting their vag waxed by his moms best friend(gotta love small towns)

A few days later we’re all in my car taking a 2 hour drive, we get to the rave and almost immediately lose our mutual friend to another group(I’m all disappointed because I look super cute as a sexy little devil and the guy I like left to go do drugs).

Now it’s just me, my roommate, and the ex bully. So we do the only thing that makes sense, we leave the rave and go to a strip club for several hours.

It’ll officially be 6 years of fantastic friendship this Halloween, we’re now known as the brain twins because of how in sync we are and I love him more than life itself, seriously he is my best friend in the entire world and I’d be lost without him. Relationships are fucken weird, and fact is 100% stranger than fiction. Enjoy the wildest hc you want, literally anything is possible !

#bullying #enemies to friends #head canons #kacchan #mha deku #bnha #deku x kacchan #my hero academia #fandom #long story short #reality is weird #rave #halloween #friendship

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angrylizardjacket · 4 years

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its all you know

Run to Paradise & Charlotte Lee 'verse

Summary: Sometimes Nikki wonders what it would be like if their respective youths hadn't been a living hell.

A/N: @misscharlottelee said she missed my lola content and i was thinking abt a hs au for the pacl (which i still might write, i have genuine ideas for a legit hs au) so i wrote this on my phone on a whim. ft. mentions of Charlotte and Nikki and Lola's lowkey possibly joking possibly not crush on her (and TW for brief mention of suicidal ideation)

Nikki looks at Lola sometimes and wonders about how things would be if life had been kind. If her dad had been around, and her mom wasn't a bitch, and her whole life hadn't gone to shit, would she still be in his arms, telling him she loves him by telling she loves his songs, with that sincerity in her voice, in her eyes, that melts his heart's defenses without her even meaning to.

What if life had been kind to him, if his dad had stuck around, if his mom wasn't a raging cunt with a string of asshole boyfriends, that couldn't give a shit about Nikki. Would he still be here in this golden Thursday afternoon, tracing patterns on Lola's scarred back, telling her that she's beautiful with his lips against her shoulder when he can't look her in the eye for fear of her seeing his honesty.

What if they'd grown up together, white picket fences side by side, normal kids with normal lives; Nikki still plays music, there's no reality he can see himself in without it.

"Dad would have loved you," he remembers Lola once saying. She'd thought the world of him, sometimes Nikki would have liked to have met him. If he'd been around, Lola would be different, and probably more well adjusted. In this fantasy Nikki's created for himself, a childhood not stolen, her dad probably comes to Nikki's gigs; he would have liked their style, after all, if what Lola says is anything to go by.

Sometimes Nikki envies Tommy and Charlotte, who didn't have to grow up too fast, who went to prom, and on cute dates, and who got to have reasonably normal lives. Sometimes, in this fantasy world he's creating for himself, this youth that he was never allowed to have, he brings them all together, pieces out a life from the stories Charlotte and Tommy and Vince have reminisced about. He wonders about prom, about laughing at Vince in a white suit, who agreed to go with Charlotte when her first choice turned her down, and he thinks about Charlotte and Lola getting ready together, laughing and talking and smiling, still able to smile without reservation or hesitation.

In this idealised world, he thinks he might even work at Lola's dad's takeout shop; the old man takes a liking to him for his music after all. Tommy would complain that he's still unemployed, but somehow, even in this fantasy, Nikki's looking for excuses to stay out of his house. Old habits die hard.

And this Lola would be sweet, would still have a dad to idolise and teach her right from wrong, lead her on a better path than any she was destined for the moment he'd passed. But she's still Lola, a bit rough and tumble, a little bit rock and roll, but she doesn't feel the constant need to prove herself. She'd laugh at Nikki's jokes and call him an old fucker who likes dad music, but she'd be his favorite person to work with, because she'd always be the first to hype up his new music.

Nikki claims to be too cool for prom, but ends up driving the rest of the gang, and Lola stays by his side the whole night, and shares the flask of vodka she'd borrowed from her dad. He won't be too mad; he could never be mad at Lola. She rides shotgun on the way back and Nikki's got his hand on her thigh and doesn't move it, even when Charlotte, Tommy, and Vince notice and loudly tease them. He kisses her before she leaves, and it actually would give him butterflies.

But they wouldn't be the same people.

The world is unkind, even to those who don't deserve it, and if they had met bacm in high school, Lola wouldn't have looked him in the eyes, a frightened and downtrodden mouse of a girl. Nikki knows he'd only be interested in corrupting her, not caring what consequences it would wreak on her life when he got bored and tossed her aside.

"What do you think would have happened if we'd met in high school?" Nikki asks softly, and Lola shifts a little in bed in order to look at him.

"You probably would have terrified me," she tells him with a sharp smile, on her side, one arm reaching across his belly to pull herself a little closer to him, "mom wouldn't have let me think of you, let alone talk to you, and between supressing the urge to kill myself and piano lessons, I didn't exactly have a lot of time for new friends." And though her tone is light, Nikki's expression still crumples, sympathetic to her struggles, given his own rocky high school years. But Lola makes a considering noise, which brings him back to the present.

"Actually, I'm not sure," she admits, "technically we did meet in high school, at least for me." Nikki often forgets that she'd never even properly graduated middle school. "Why?" She asks, interested in his train of thought.

"Vince took Charlotte to prom once," Nikki says with a hint of a smile, and Lola pressed her laughter into his chest.

"Yeah I heard about that."

"I'm just thinking about what it would have been like if we had been normal too; what if we got to grow up together, all of us, with that whole happy families, white picket fence shit?"

"Do you think we would have slow danced?" Lola teases, poking him in the ribs, and Nikki snorts.

"I think we would have gotten drunk together -"

"Would we be a whole cliche? Take my virginity in the back seat of your beat up old car on prom night?" But she's grinning, her adoring little smile pressed soft against his skin as she looks up at him, falling more in love with him as she falls in love with the fantasy.

"But we wouldn't really talk about it, except that I'd come to your house in the week and throw rocks at your window until you snuck me in," Nikki leaned in and pressed a kiss to her hair. Lola sighs, tucks herself against him, warm and content in the moment.

"You'd be my backup date, by the way," Nikki teases, to which Lola made an indignant noise in the back of her throat, and Nikki elaborates on the verge of laughter, "I definitely would have asked Charlie, but she thought I was kind of gross and an asshole."

"You are gross and an asshole, not just kind of," Lola smirks, but continues with surprising sweetness before he can respond properly, "that's why I love you."

"How would we even know each other in this timeline? I don't know about you, but if my life had gone differently, there's no way I'd still be the same person," Lola asks, brow burrowing.

"Oh, we both work in your dad's restaurant," he tells her, like its the most obvious thing in the world, and Lola's whole being softens to something warm and fond at the mere mention of her dad.

"He really would have loved you," she confirms his suspicions with a soft chuckle.

"I don't think we'd be here," Nikki gestures to their bed, their surrounds, their life, "but we'd end up together. Somehow. In all my realities, I see you in the end," he admits.

"You've been blinded by love, you sap," but Lola's blushing, and Nikki can't help it as he pushes kt further, enjoying Lola's rare sweet and flustered state.

"Maybe I juat don't want to see a reality without you."

Lola's actually gone speechless, her fond smile and pink cheeks hidden where she's pressed her whole face against his chest. Nikki holds her just a little tighter, wearing his smuggest little smirk.

"Okay but what if Razz was in this little fantasy of yours?" Lola finally surfaces, resting her chin on his chest.

"I would make fun of his accent constantly," Nikki answers with probably too much certainty, "I am and I was an asshole," he reminds her, not that Lola's trying to correct him.

"Even if he was dating Charlie?"

"Especially if he was dating Charlie; you've seen her high school photos, Charlie was just as much of a bombshell back then. See she and Vince make sense going to prom together, both of them being hot as all hell, but that weird little English fucker landing Charlie while we're all in high school? I'm not even sure how he managed it as an adult." Nikki snorts, and Lola punches his chest and calls him an asshole.

"You're so mean to them sometimes," but she's smiling even as she rolls her eyes, "Razz is cute, you're just jealous."

"And you're not?"

"Every day, dude, obviously, but she's my friend and I told her I'd get you to be a little nicer."

"You can try," he says with his most shiteating grin before silence falls between them.

"Where would we end up, if not here?" Lola asks, so quiet her voice is barely a whisper, the hypothetical playing in her head on repeat.

"We'd be different people," Nikki muses quietly.

"Sounds like everyone around us would be different too, stable and shit, happy families."

"We'd probably end up just like them," Nikki says with a laugh that sounds a little hollow at the very thought, "you'd be a PTA mom and running your dad's shop, and I'd be teaching music, and we'd have Sunday brunch with the Lees."

"Not the Dingeys?"

"Charlie and Razz would move back to England."

Lola hums thoughtfully at the mental image, but something about the stale serenity of it all has Nikki's stomach turning at the thought.

"Is it bad that I'm glad we're in the reality where everything went wrong?" She asks softly. Nikki swallows hard, and in this moment, knows clearly, and with absolute certainty, that he is in love with her. She gets him, without even realizing, she understands him so completely.

"There's no reality I'd rather be in," he agrees.

#nikki sixx #nikki sixx x oc #nikki sixx imagine #charlotte & lola #the angry lizard writes #the dirt #motley crue

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #334

"i dreamed i was missing / you were so scared / but no one would listen, ‘cuz no one else cared”

Sunrise or sunset? Sunset has prettier colors, imo, but I enjoy the pastel nature of sunrises, too. Are you mentally ill? Oh brother. Are you physically ill? I don't have any serious physical health issues, no. Introvert or extrovert? I'm a very strong introvert. What do you think when you look at your body? That it's fucking disgusting. What have others said when they look at your body? When I was healthy, I was complimented every now and again. With the body I have now? I'm glad people keep their months shut. Do you have a particular song that you feel deeply? There's a good 'ole handful or two. Talk about a time in your life where you have felt most alive? It's weird, I'm not a city person at all, but possibly when I was walking the streets of Chicago with Sara and her dad one evening. There was just so much life, so many new sights, that it was impossible not to. Plus, I was at a very happy point in my life, so. I just enjoyed a lot. Are you confident wearing a bikini? FUCK NO. Have you ever been hurt physically or mentally by a family member? Mentally, obviously. Everyone has at some point. I've never been seriously physically hurt by family, but Mom did spank my sisters and me as kids if we did something wrong. Biggest lie you have told? I don't really know. I get really uncomfortable telling even minor lies, so making a big one would be excruciating. I'm not saying I've never said a biggie, I'm sure in 25 years of life I said something stupid at one point, I just don't remember it. Do you believe in the Illuminati? Nah; there's some compelling evidence, but I just think it's way too big of a secret to keep. Regrets in your life? Blaming the breakup entirely on Jason and saying just plain cruel things to him afterwards. Also sending an appallingly hateful letter to Dad to vent after the divorce. Flirting with my then-best friend's boyfriend at the time behind her back. Dating Tyler (it's a small one, but still a regret). There are others, those are just the only ones coming to me right now. Achievements in your life? Lots of academic success and awards (before college, anyway...), artistic accomplishments like having my work put in a museum, surviving a traumatic breakup, (mostly) recovering from massive depression... What did people say about you in school? Nothing, really. I was a quiet student who just did her work and tried hard. Is there something you have never told anyone? Yes. If you had two days to spend one million dollars how would you spend it? First, I'm paying off college debt. Then Mom gets a new car, followed by me getting new glasses and renewing my permit. I'm getting a good terrarium setup for Venus. Then, it's tattoo time, baby, haha. I can't really do the mental math on how much this all would cost, but those are the high-priority things I can think of. Describe your first kiss? Was it how you imagined? Jason and I were playfighting in bed, and he had me pinned. Our faces were close, and I decided to kiss him. It was a fairy tale moment, in my eyes. He looked so bashful for once (he's far from shy) but also really happy, and I was too. Growing up were you in a wealthy, average, or low income household? Low, I think. Or maybe average, when Dad was still around. Have you been raised by a solo parent? When I was around 17, my parents split, so kinda-sorta. Do you know both your parents? Thankfully, yes. Have you abused drugs or alcohol? No. Are you comfortable accepting compliments? Ehhhh, I really appreciate them and they can make my whole day, but I'm very awkward about it. I get shy. Are you comfortable giving compliments? Oh yes. I honestly love giving compliments; I know how happy they can make me, so why not share that with others? Is any mental illness hindering your life? Guess. (: Is any physical illness hindering your life? Well, it's not an "illness," but the muscles in my legs have severely atrophied from leading such a horribly sedentary lifestyle, and that has greatly affected my ability to work without the risk of just collapsing. Walking at all is painful. Are you preparing for an apocalypse? No. I'm not really one to worry about "prepping." If it happens, it happens, man. I'm not spending loads of money on a "maybe." Are you interested in cults? Not really, no. Are your parents good cooks? Mom is fine, but it's hard to really judge Dad's cooking since he barely ever did it, plus I haven't had his cooking in many, many years. I remember he was great at making breakfast, though. That was like a rare treat, him deciding to make breakfast for everyone. Have you ever been to a chiropractor? Did you like it? No. Do you know anyone who is an actor? No. Have your wisdom teeth come through yet? They never did. Have you ever used a public pay phone? No. Have you ever made an item of clothing? No. Have you taken someone's virginity? No. Is confidence cute? "Confidence, yes. But cockiness and arrogance, no. That’s a whole different area that’s definitely not cute." <<<< Nailed it. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? Doubt it. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? No; rather, I drink too much of it. I'm trying really hard to lay off of it, and I drink nowhere near as much as I used to (when oddly enough, I was healthy and fit), but I'm still not comfortable drinking a can and a half a day. Listening to? "Castle of Glass" by Linkin Park. Kinda obsessed. Ever used a bow and arrow? No, but archery is cool. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? I don't think this has happened since my senior shot in HS. Take a vitamin daily? Daily, no, but I really should. I take a Vitamin D capsule every Sunday, though. Favorite Taylor Swift song? I only really like "Love Story" and "Picture to Burn." Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Yeah. Which are better: black or green olives? I don't like olives period, but I guess black. What’s your 3rd favourite animal? Huh, never thought of #3, just #1 and #2: meerkats and opossums. Maybe snakes? Do you like mushrooms? NO. NO NO NO. What dream do you remember most vividly? One I don't talk about. A childhood nickname? Mom called me "Twinkie" and still sometimes does. ;-; Does anyone in "real life" know that you take surveys? Would you be embarrassed if they found your blog? Just Sara. And yes, regarding some people. Who was the last person you blocked on social media? Did you have an argument that lead to that happening? I'm unsure, but probably. I don't tend to just like... randomly block people. What was the first social media account you remember signing up for? Are you still a member of that particular website, if it even still exists? Of course it was MySpace. It's still floating around somewhere in cyberspace. What website from your childhood/teen years do you wish still existed? I get nostalgic over the Animal Planet forums sometimes. Have you ever met up with anyone in real life that you first met via the internet? Did you get on as well as you thought you would? Yes, Sara. I felt like it would go just fine, but it went even better than I expected - I was oddly very comfortable around her and her family. Have you ever tried any of those meal replacement shakes? Are you a fan of things like that in general? Yeah; I tried many brands until I settled for Equate, surprisingly. Cheap does not equate to bad quality, my friends. We always have the chocolate ones in the house, and they're really not bad at all. Are you the kind of person to enjoy taking naps? I love me my daily nap, man. What's your favourite kind of cheese to have on a pizza? Idk, whatever cheese is normally used, lol. What's a hobby you loved when you were younger but no longer enjoy for whatever reason? I guess video editing. I can't say I'd no longer enjoy it at all, but now the idea sounds far more like a chore than fun. Is there a popular food/drink that you can't stand? What is it and why don't you like it? I could name five dozen, but here's just a few: coffee, pie, tea, fried chicken (or is that just a Southern thing to be obsessed with?), and... of course now that I'm asked this question, I'm blanking on the huge number I know exist. As for "why," that varies, but it's either just simply a taste or even a texture thing. How would your wedding boquet look like? I want a gothic-themed wedding, so imagine a mix of black and maroon roses... whew-wee. You’re at a bar, and you witness a man drugging some girl's drink. What do you do? No hesitation, I'm decking the motherfucker. Fuck my fear of men, he's getting knocked out, and I'm immediately alerting the staff, as well as of course the girl. Kids? How many? Why? Names? Boy or girl? Y'know, loads and loads of scaly and hairy ones. Got plenty of name ideas depending on what they are and how they look. The only baby whose gender matters to me is the tarantula because females live waaaay longer. Fuck them human babies, not for me. Are you an organ donor? Absolutely. I sure as hell ain't usin' 'em once I'm dead, so consider it my last act of selflessness. Whats the most you’ve ever lost gambling? I don't gamble. What is something you can never give up (that's not love or family)? My pebble from my "graduation" from my first partial hospitalization program. It's meant to symbolize how great pain and trials can file you into something beautiful. It was passed around group, everyone holding it in their hands as they wished me well and spoke their piece about me. I'm honestly just fighting back tears remembering it. Have you ever waited in line overnight for something? No, I'm way too impatient for that shit.. Do you think having an expensive phone is a good investment? Hm. I guess it depends on what you use it for. Have you ever witnessed a birth in person? A human birth, no fucking thank you. I've only ever seen pet cats give birth. Does anyone in your family smoke? My dad does, big time. He quit drinking, but never quite managed to stay away from cigarettes. Have you ever had a pet escape and run away? Seeing as I grew up with outdoor cats that we couldn't afford to fix, pretty much all of our tomcats left for roving once they came of a certain age. Do any of your exes know each other? Juan and Jason know each other, Jason and Girt know one another as well, and Sara and Girt have met. What’s an opinion you find impossible to take seriously? I simply cannot fathom the belief that "dinosaurs never existed." Explain the fucking fossils, like come the fuck on. It's absolute denial in the name of religion. What was the very first election you voted in? This one that just passed, actually. What is one random fact about you? I want like 20 tarantulas but Mom says no. :( Do you spend a lot of time outdoors in the summer? Fuck no, I will do anything to stay inside in summer. Do you wear band tees? if yes, which one is your favorite? I love band tees, yeah. My Ninja Sex Party shirt is the most comfortable, but comfort aside, it's hard to pick a favorite. Possibly my Otep one, 'cuz the design is dope. Do you ever re-arrange your room? No. What season do you want to get married in? Fall. What is the highest name-brand thing you own? Oh god, I don't own expensive brand stuff. I guess the only exclusion would be my Cloak shirt, but even that's not like, mad pricey. What color GameBoy did you have as a kid? Red. What was your favorite GameBoy game? Maybe that Catz game? Even though the music was the most fucking obnoxious meowing ever lmao. What was the last compliment you remember someone gave to you? Who was it? It was this guy in my PHP group; my therapist surprised the fuck out of me by sharing with everyone my most recent poem (I trust him a lot, and he urges me to send him my art, so I've done that twice), and I nearly fucking died from cardiac arrest. However, this Nick guy, who's a poetry major, told me it was better than stuff he reads in his Master's program. I almost cried. Have you ever personally been friends with a stripper or prostitute? No, not that I'm opposed though or anything. If you have tattoos, which one that you have was the most painful? The one on my inner forearm. Have you ever actually met and talked to someone who’s famous? No. When was the last time you got a parking ticket for anything at all? I never have. Do you have any pets who will bite anyone else out there, besides you? No; Roman won't even come close enough to a stranger TO bite, haha. It's funny, he's so goofy and you'd guess outgoing, but instead, he's terrified of people he doesn't recognize. What’s your favorite type of sushi? I don't eat sushi. What’s your favorite patriotic song? Don't have one. Have you ever read a book about a character in a psych ward? No, and I'd really prefer not to because it would just drag me back to dark times. Have you ever been in a mental hospital as a patient? ^ Have you ever had an ulcer? No. Do you like soy sauce? omfg no What’s your favorite store to browse around? Morph Market. @_@ It's a hub for reptiles for sale, and I have my days where I just browse the ball python morphs for like an hour or so, haha. What’s the name of the most recent baby a friend had? Christ, half my friends on Facebook are having babies, idr. I don't know who was the most recent. Do people normally say you’re a fast typer, or are you rather slow? I'm very fast. Have you ever been considered the "smartest person in school?" No; that was my friend Hannia. I'm pretty certain she would qualify as a genius. Her GPA was fucking incredible. Were you named after anyone famous or anyone on television? No.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''leave out all the rest'' by linkin park

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chicago’s very own margo rosas has been spotted on madison avenue driving a mercedes-AMG G65 , welcome ! your resemblance to camila mendes is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty-third birthday bash . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re distrusting , but being passionate might help you . i think being a scorpio explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be lipstick stained kisses on mirrors , doing vocal warm-ups five minutes before top of show , popping bottles of bubbly to celebrate buying a new pair of shoes . ( my biological dad paid off my mom to keep my relation to him a secret ) & ( cis-female + she / her ) + ( lia , 20 , she / her , cst )

whAT is up my dudes ! i’m lia & i lowkey missed wealthy & writing for my bbygirl margo so i’m rlly excited to be here !!!! if you know her from before i’m sorry lmao i’ve tweaked her background a bit but everything else is p much the same ig ?? she’s fun , she’s a dumbitch , & she’s here to make things harder than they need to be probs . but if you wanna know more , i wrote a novel below so plz enjoy that . if you wanna plot then LIKE THIS & i’ll slide in your im’s.or if you prefer discord hmu @ 𝐛𝐛𝐧𝐨$𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥#1904. i look forward to writing with y’all ! <3

S T A T S ↴

-- * FULL NAME : margaret lucia rosas -- NICKNAME(S) : margo ( preferred name , started introducing herself to people as “margo” back in like the 7th or 8th grade ??? who’s margaret ? we don’t know her ) , mar , mars -- * AGE : twenty-three -- * D.O.B : october 31 -- * ZODIAC : scorpio -- * GENDER : cis-female --* ORIENTATION : heterosexual heteroromantic -- * HEIGHT : 5′2″ -- * NATIONALITY : american -- * BIRTHPLACE : chicago , illinois -- * OCCUPATION : broadway performer -- * TRAITS : passionate , creative , dramatic , distrusting , outgoing , ambitious , fun-loving , loyal , daring , sarcastic , stubborn , overconfident , impulsive , hard-working , petty , secretive lowkey

B I O G R A P H Y ↴

( TW : BRIEF MENTIONS OF ABORTION, ALCOHOLISM, AND DRUG USE )

first things first , i’m just going to say it-- margo was an accident . and her story begins with her mother , stassia , who was born and raised on the wrong side of the tracks in chicago , illinois . although she was born into poverty , she had big aspirations for herself and wanted a better lifestyle . her ambition and work ethic were unmatched , and that’s how she managed to get into columbia university ( thank you scholariship $$ ). stassia was in the middle of struggling through her college years when she met her future baby daddy . he was older , going through grad school , and the sole heir to a billion-dollar company . the sparks between them flew instantly despite their differences and they messed around for the better part of a year before the unexpected happened . stassia found herself taking a pregnancy test in the bathroom in between finals ( #justcollegethings , amirite ) and swore she was going to pass out when she noticed the double lines . and let’s just say that her baby daddy did NOT take the news well . a lot of horrible things were said that day . too many hurt feelings for the relationship ( that apparently was never that serious to homeboy ) to carry on . ( TRIGGER WARNING !!! ) so he cut all ties with stassia-- but not before giving her a crazy proposition : get an abortion and never talk to him again OR keep the baby but tell absolutely no one it’s his and never talk to him again . they both seemed like shitty options to stassia , who was actually tragically in love w him , but when he even offered to PAY HER a hefty sum ( i’m talking millions of dollars ) to keep the secret .. well-- it seemed like a blessing in disguise . she’d finally have the funds to live the life she always wanted . even if there was now a baby she didn’t plan for in the mix . so she took the hush money , had the baby in secret , and ran off to completely reinvented herself . ( TRIGGER WARNING END )

although margo’s mother was born into poverty , margo certainly was not . by the time she was born , margo’s mom was ramping up to graduate college and join the high society in the heart of chicago . she got a good job , a lavish place to live , and never told margo about her past . margo grew up completely disconnected from her mother’s side of the family and had no idea of the lies she was being fed over the years . early on in margo’s childhood , her mother met a man through work who she would later go on to marry . that man is the only dad that margo has ever known . he and his daughter were a welcomed addition to their little family , making margo’s home life feel complete in some way . she was provided a good life with the dual income adding to the millions her mother kept . the life her mother always wished she had growing up . in a way , everything she did was for margo . she never wanted her babygirl to struggle like she had to .

as she got older , margo went to all the best schools but only made average grades . she was never too concerned with academics and instead focused on her poppin’ social life and extracurriculars . during her middle school days , she developed an affinity for the performing arts . when everyone had to pick an elective , margo found herself in the theatre class and absolutely loving it . and she was good too . she had excellent stage presence and took every role she got in school productions in stride -- literally the best tree number 3 you’ve ever seen in your life . as she moved on to high school , she rose in the ranks of the theatre department until she was pretty much landing every single lead by the time she was an upperclassmen . acting was her passion , and she figured why not turn being dramatic and talking a lot ( her two most notable personality traits ) into a career . to really hone the craft , she trained herself to be a triple threat : actor , singer , and dancer ( sutton foster , eat your heart out ) . honestly truly had rachel berry in early seasons of glee vibes-- she knew she was the best around and wouldn’t stand to let anyone take the spotlight from her . her peers hated to love her talents because she acted like such a bitch to them offstage / out of character . not that margo really cared for what others thought of her anyway . self absorbed as ever , she told herself she didn’t need friends and generally pushed away any one that dared try to get close to her-- save for her sister . though somehow , someway she managed to get sucked into a small group of friends that would change her for the better ( s/o to ky and gio , sorry they had to put up w bitchy hs margo , rip )

after graduating somewhere in the middle of her class , margo followed in her mother’s footsteps and went to columbia university . she was really only able to get in because she was a legacy and her parents made a considerable donation to the school , but we don’t talk about it . and to say that margo’s college years were transformative feels like an understatement . on one hand , they were some of the best years of her life : she got a true taste of independence , met some of her best friends ( s/o oliver and claudia ), and felt fulfilled to be in the city she had romanticized for so long-- new york baby ! but it was also a very low point for her . back in her high school years , she felt like a very big fish in a teeny tiny pond . she was hot shit , the top dog in her department , and all her hard work and effort to remain leading lady had paid off . however , at columbia she was just one in hundreds of talented people . some with more or less talent , or more or less connections , but they deserved a shot at fame just as much as she did . margo felt like she was fighting for her chance in the spotlight every single day and it was both parts exhausting and humbling for her . she had a amy march mentality “i want to be great, or nothing” and considered throwing in the towel . temporarily thrown off by the pressure to be successful , she took a small tumble from grace . ( TRIGGER WARNING !!! ) turning towards alcohol was her coping mechanism of choice . losing herself in the party scene and surrounding herself with other people that prioritized getting drunk or high over going to class and getting good grades had an obvious effect on her academic performance . ( END TRIGGER WARNING ) she almost lost her place in the BFA Theatre Program during her junior year due being on academic probation . it took a little bit of intervention on her close friends and family part to get margo clean and pull herself together . but by her senior year , she got back on track to graduate on time and participated in various shows at local theaters to build her resume . after almost losing everything she had ever worked for , a fire was lit under margo that had her determined to push herself hard than ever before and make a name for herself in the theatre world .

after she graduated from columbia she moved to new york permanently so that she could fully submerge herself in her work . not long after graduating , she was lucky enough to book several gigs including her big breakout role as lydia in beetlejuice the musical ! it really skyrocketed her into broadway stardom which is cool . a life long dream that once seemed unobtainable was suddenly a reality and she couldn’t have been more elated . with her sudden ( and well deserved ) success , she got a lot of media attention . soon she was getting verified on twitter , instagram , gaining a whole bunch of followers , and getting asked to be on talkshows and stuff to promote the show . honestly , truly a dream ! but her new-found fame gained the attention of another group of people .. her mom’s long lost family . one of her aunt’s ( that she previously didn’t know existed ) reached out to her through social media . and at first , margo honestly couldn’t believe that she had family that her mom never told her about . but after some thought it sort of made sense . in hindsight , her mom had always been evasive whenever margo asked about the other’s childhood or her side of the family .

when margo told her mom about her aunt reaching out and how she wanted to meet her , her mom shut it down quick . stassia told her there were a lot of reasons that she didn’t talk to that side of the family and that was that-- PERIODT . but margo was #rebellious and went to meet with her aunt anyway . and that’s how she found out about her brazilian roots and her big ol’ loving and supportive extended family . that whole experience made margo reconsider what other things her mom was keeping from her . and boy oh boy was that a rabbit hole she shouldn’t have gone down . when margo started to demand her mother tell her the truth , it caused their relationship to grow tense . stassia eventually cracked and told her about her bio-dad and all the things she went through for margo . with the truth finally being exposed to her , margo started seeing things in a new light . like her whole life is kinda a lie and why didn’t her father want her ? where was he ? does he know who she is ? why did he never try to contact her ? has she ever walked past him in the streets and never knew ? it was all too much for her to think about so she just kinda ... shut it all out . she acted like nothing was different , even if her “ what if ” thoughts keep her up most nights .

if you just ignore the abandonment issues , insecurities , and her inability to handle emotions and focus solely on her success in material terms : margo’s doing really well ! she’s been living in new york full time for two (2) years now . she’s one of broadway’s most popular rising stars . having completed her run as the original lydia deetz on broadway , she’s moved on to take on the mantel of janis in mean girls on broadway . she’s learning , growing , and thriving . just trying to have a good time all the time with her friends and live the dream , baby !

P E R S O N A L I T Y & F U N F A C T S ↴

margo is super fun-loving and down to clown

will try anything once and it’s gotten her in trouble more times than she can count

also cannot stand to be bored , so she’s always looking for the next big adventure

although she can be really ridiculous sometimes , she’s very serious when it comes to her work . she’s super hard-working and doesn’t let anything or anyone stand in the way of achieving her dreams : even herself

margo’s a very sociable girl and will talk to anyone and everyone . she’s the type that will hold a conversation for 2hrs with a stranger at a party and then when you ask her “who was that” she’s like “i don’t remember their name but i do know their entire life story so that’s cool”

has a way of making people feel like they know her really well when really she’s only letting them see 1/8th of her

keeps her personal life private normally unless you’re super good friends w her

i wouldn’t recommend pissing her off , bc she is petty as a mf and will lit rally never forget how one’s wronged her . this causes her to start fights sometimes . she’ll just bring up old shit out of no where and , since she’s nosy af , she makes everything her business and confronts people on their bs

she’s a whole liar bc she claims she’s a “retired party girl” but really party girl margo has never stopped , will never stop , can never be stopped

studied theatre in college but minored in mass communications just in case she needed a backup job

is v bad at being an adult !!!! like ... can’t cook , often forgets about her responsibilities until the last minute or needs to be reminded like 20 times , stills calls her parents to be like “how do u use a washing machine plz help” , y’know the drill . yet somehow she manages to act as a mom friend to the people that are closest to her ??? v much a “do as i say not as i do” type of hypocrite lol

she has a tiktok and posts dumb shit on there all the time w her friends and like vlogs her backstage experiences in the theater and does the stupid dances and all that stuff hehe

is learning portuguese after meeting the brazilian side of her family

self-proclaimed dancing queen and it’s not because she learned ballet , jazz , and tap whole dabbling in other styles but because when she’s drunk you will in fact catch her dancing on tables !!!!!

i cannot stress enough how bad she is at dealing with her own feelings . like ... instead of dealing with them head on she just ... shuts down . runs away . will ghost on someone she really likes just bc she’d rather leave first than get left and i hate her for it

have i mentioned how big her ego is ???? pHEW . she rides a v fine line between self confident and OVER confident . but tbh it’s just a cover up for how much she rlly hates herself , there i said it

loyalty is EVERYTHING to margo . if you got her back , she’s got your back . but if you screw her over or mess with anyone she loves then she’ll likely try to make your life a living hell IM SORRY

undiagnosed insomniac . nights she spends alone in her own bed are the hardest for her because it’s when all the bad scary thoughts creep up on her and no matter how much she wants to shut them out and just close her eyes and fall to sleep , she can’t . so she’ll often roam the city looking for a distraction or hit up her friends and bother them for some spare company

she’s doesn’t like to be alone ( not like in a romantic relationship sense -- she actually likes being single bc she’s afraid of letting ppl get close enough to hurt her ). hence why she’s always had a roommate even after she moved out of her parent’s house . if she’s not attached to her roommate / best friend kylie’s hip then she’s definitely hitting up her sister or her other friends to see if they want to hang out , even if hanging out is laying around doing nothing or running errands together . margo wants to tag along just for the company

notoriously known for coming up with terrible ideas or following through with other people’s terrible ideas without question bc #YOLO

she’s her pr agents worse nightmare simply bc she has no filter and will not change herself or what she posts just bc she has a big audience ( follow margo on social media and you’re gonna see the good , the bad , and the ugly she does not give a FUCK )

always has good intentions ! her execution / way of showing those intentions is just poor !

she is a rich girl that could not survive not being rich and doesn’t even realize how spoiled she is . spends money like it’s nothing

a mob boss ( this is a joke but also kinda not a joke )

WANTED CONNECTION PAGES HERE

#can y'all tell i hate writing bios ????#this whole thing is a JOKE but i tried lol #plz plot with my baby i will love u forever #THIS IS LONG BUT I'M GLAD IT'S FINISHED OMG #wealthyhq:intro #abortion tw #alcohol tw #drug tw

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A little Crush

Summary: Baz’s little sister has a bit of a crush on Simon.

BAZ

Simon takes my hand as we walk up to my parents' house. We're supposed to spend the weekend here.

"Remember the first time we spent the weekend here?" says Simon

I grin, "Oh yeah, we were both so nervous,"

"It turned out great, didn't it?"

"Yeah," I say

"I can't wait to see you, siblings, I haven't seen them since last Christmas,"

It was true. We had always taken the time to come up when we had been students, but after graduation, the visits had lessened. I had spent the most recent Christmas with my family while Simon hs spent it with the Salisbury family, wanting to get to know his mother's family.

And then a lightbulb goes off in my head.

"Speaking of my siblings, I should probably warn you about Octavia," I tell him, "She has a bit of a crush on you. She might be a little too much,"

The twins are ten now, and Octavia has chosen my boyfriend to be her first 'admiration' crush.

It would be annoying if it weren't so adorable.

"It's probably not as a bad as you're making it sound," he says

I shrug, remembering the self-made poster of the Chosen One in her room, "You'll see,"

SIMON

The family greets us all usually, Daphne with hugs, Malcolm with shoulder squeezes and handshakes. Baz's siblings hang around and ask a million questions while their mother tells them to at least let s come inside.

So it's normal.

Until Octavia presents me with a bouquet.

It's not professional or anything. She probably picked out the overgrown ones from the garden, but still, I'm so surprised all I can do is stare.

Baz is snickering. Bastard.

"Um-are those uh- are those for us?"

"No silly, just for you," she says happily

"Oh well, uh thank you," I say, taking them from her, "They're very pretty,"

"Just like you," she says, with all the seriousness a ten-year-old can muster.

Baz lets out a snort. Mordelia looks like she's about to die of second-hand embarrassment. Malcolm and Daphne just shake their heads, looking amused.

Okay, so maybe it is as bad as Baz made it sound.

xxx

Octavia insists on sitting by me when we eat dinner. She shows me her sketches, some of which include me. I'm about to be very concerned when I remember the pictures that went around once the Mage was defeated. She probably just recreated one of those.

She also wants to take me for a walk through the gardens, but her father somehow convinces her not to.

Thank God.

She does, however, take me to her room and show me her poster.

It's big. I'm surrounded by light. And I have my wings and tail. Something I got rid of some time ago.

xxx

"You didn't tell me there was a poster," I screech

Baz is laughing,

"I thought it would be more fun of you found it yourself,"

I huff, "Your sister is obsessed with me,"

"Just a bit," he says, putting his arms around my waist, "What can I say. You have that effect on members of this family,"

I grumble bet let him kiss me.

"You're lucky I love you,"

xxx

"Hi Simon," says Octavia from behind me, making me jump at least a foot in the air.

"Oh, hey," I say, "You startled me,"

She giggles, "Oops. Sorry. Do you want to see the garden now?"

I shrug. Why not? I've been humouring her since yesterday.

I follow her through the garden to the back.

"This way," she says, gesturing to an alcove of trees.

As I step through, I nearly lose my balance.

There's a picnic.

Not a great one, but it's still there. There are some sandwiches and juice along with brownies from yesterday.

"A picnic," I say, "How nice,"

She nods and leads me to it.

We sit down, and she keeps talking about where hse got the sandwiches from and how she thought it would be nice to in his weather.

Okay. Something needs to be done.

"This is all very lovely Octavia," I say, "But can you tell me why you're doing this,"

"Because I like you," she says, "And we're supposed to do nice things for the people we like,"

And that sends a tendril of dread through me.

"Uh, where did you learn that?"

"Father and Mum and do it for each other. Mum made him a garden picnic for their anniversary because they were too busy to go out,"

Well, that's a relief.

"Look, Octavia," I say, "I'm glad you like me, and I like you too,"

She lights up at that

"But you understand that the way I like you is different than the way I like your brother. Or the way your parents like each other, right?"

She dims a little at that but nods.

"I just wanted to make you happy. That's what people do, right?"

Oh. This precious child.

"Well, yes," I say, "But again, maybe we can do different things. Next time maybe you could plan a family board game night with everyone. It always makes me happy to be around all of you. You and your siblings are all so fun,"

She looks thoughtful for a moment but then nods.

"Okay,"

I'm kinda proud of how I handled this.

xxx

Octavia does end planning a board game for our last night there.

It's fun. I hadn't lied when I told her that being surrounded by her family was great.

Eventually, the children are sent to sleep, leaving me, Baz and his parents.

"Well, Octavia seems to have calmed down," says Daphne

"Yeah," I say, "I talked to her,"

Daphne smiles and nods, "We're sorry. We tried to talk to her, but it didn't work. We figured that phase would pass,"

"And if it makes you feel better, it could be much worse," says Malcolm

"How?" I ask

"Well, the first time I stayed over at the Pitches, Fiona set my hair on fire,"

"No," I gasp out

"She did," he says, "Twice,"

"Oh, wow,"

"Yes," says Malcolm, "And Daphne's brothers always turn my shirts some unorthodox colour. The first few times it happened, they were still young, and I figured it was just a harmless prank. Except that we've been married for fifteen years and they still do it,"

"You could just put a defence spell on the shirts," says Baz

"Honestly," says Malcolm, "I'm too afraid of what else they would come up with. At least right now its just shirts,"

Daphne smiles, "Oh, come now. My brothers aren't that bad,"

Malcolm raises his eyebrows at her, and she sighs.

"Okay. Maybe they are,"

There are few small chuckles around the room before the tea is brought in,

As we're served, I feel Baz squeezing my hand. When I look, he's smiling at me.

It makes my heart feel heavy with joy.

xxx

Before we leave, Octavia gives me a big hug and a picture.

I'm a little scared as I look at it, but once I see it, tears come to my eyes.

She's drawn her family. Malcolm and Daphne are in the centre. The twins are sitting on the ground with their little brother. Mordelia is beside Daphne and Baz is standing beside Malcolm. Holding Baz's hand is me, complete with my wings and tail.

"It's wonderful," I tell her, "I love it,"

She smiles at me brightly. Like Mordelia, she might not have a dark enough personality to look like Baz's sister, but her smile certainly makes me feel warm.

#coc 2019 #carry on fanfic #simon snow #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #snowbaz #snowbaz fanfic #malcolm grimm #daphne grimm #crack

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eunjjjis · 5 years

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 : #KANG SEULGI | CISFEMALE | SHE/HER | BISEXUAL - EUNJI MIN is a TWENTY-TWO year old AUDIO ENGINEER STUDENT & DANCER AT DD’S that moved into apartment B2 a good TWO YEARS ago. the CAPRICORN has been in town for THREE YEARS overall and is well known around seattle ridge for being +CONFIDENT and +PERSISTENT, but has a reputation of being -STOIC and -MOODY. guess that’s why they call them the PARIAH around these parts!

i know i know, i’ve done this many times already but a new face means a new personality, so here’s an updated eunji !! ( everyone who liked my plotting post i left on her, i will soon hit up your dms to plot !! )

𝐢. 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 :

eunji min was born on january 3rd, 1997 in palm springs, california

a boring, hot, and pretentious city she’ll never go back to, mark her words

she comes from a family of two, her and her mom and that’s it

her mom can’t tell her who her dad is because well, she can’t remember which of her bfs knocked her tf up with eunji !!

her upbringing was something else, her mom not being the best in regards to raising her properly but eunji will be damned before she lets anyone talk badly about her

her mom owns a hair/nail salon which is good business but deffo not always how the bills were paid, her mom having uh other means of getting by through her bfs/men she talks to

so there were definitely times when eunji would come crawling out of her room for breakfast to see some guy sitting on her couch to which she would have a stare off with before crawling back to bed, deciding she wasn’t hungry anymore

school was a whole other thing, eunji didn’t really have many friends for a variety of reasons that people were quick to judge her ( which, she doesn’t blame them, eunji judges everyone else ) making her out to be a bitch due to her resting bitch face or that she thought she was better than everyone else

when really, eunji just stayed in her lane and if thats what they thought of her then it just be like that, she has no reason to stress about opinions from people she doesn’t talk to

at one point during her highschool career she moved out from her moms, it was her sophomore year and her and her mom got into the biggest fight regarding one of her many bfs and well, her mom took the boyfriend’s side instead of her daughter’s.....so eunji packed up and moved in with her cousin up in l.a halfway through her sophomore year and she finished hs there whilst working retail jobs here and there to help her cousin with rent/bills

in hs she took dance classes, both in and out of school and the only reason she could afford out of school was because her cousin was given free classes due to her job that she passed on to eunji instead because she had no time what with bar tending and then working shifts at denny’s trying to make ends meet, she thought her little cousin should live a little, like a TEENAGER and enjoy things

those dance classes became everything to eunji, and within them she met someone who also took pole dancing and told eunji all about it ( this is necessary for later on ) all she needed was a parent or guardian signature to let her in, and those were classes she paid for herself with the money she saved up that didnt go to necessities or bills

anyways, l.a was a whole new world to her. it was dirty, it was packed, the traffic was shit and the streets smelled gross and yet she loves it, she loves it more than she could ever love palm springs because no one cares there, and theres more culture and she can easily get lost and find her way back again

so shes been grinding from a young age, trying to make it on her own and become independent

𝐢𝐢. 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 :

when eunji graduated she had applied to berkley, ucla and one out of state university ( ahem, here in seattle ridge ) and whereas she was accepted to all three, the moment she saw the acceptance for seattle she was quick to pack up and LEAVE

her first year was spent in a dorm before she finally moved out -- but during that year she was working 2 jobs, one at the dinner and then one at a gas station and it was TERRIBLE for her health

so, the second semester after having saved enough for an apartment, she auditioned for DD’s dancers and got a callback and finally got a job there which, due to her talent she manages to make MORE than she did working both jobs which is great because she has school and bills to pay for and all her things and her SAVINGS

up at 6am for a 7am class which she gets out at 2pm and then homework and then a shift at work and then its just rinse and repeat from there

she has aspirations of becoming a producer, maybe throw in some vocals but the vocals part is just a fantasy so she’d rather stick to making beats that reflect her personal style

it had started out as a hobby, something a guy once taught her in hs and HE SUCKED but she ( being the fast learner she is ) got the hang of it QUICK and fell in love with it

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 :

think donna from the 70s show lowkey, lowkey

she’s reserved, sometimes even shy when she meets new people despite her confidence when shes on stage or in private room dancing for someone

but, shes definitely not afraid to be upfront and if she doesn’t like you she lets you know

her sarcasm could be taken literally sometimes which isn’t good because it’s just how she is, her humor is a little dark and sometimes mean and some ppl dont take well to that

and her tolerance for people runs slim anyway

but that’s only if she finds you irritating and unbearable, shes known to clash with people

once you get past that though, shes actually very caring to the point where she takes care of others more than she takes care of herself

shes the friend that when everyone is drunk shes drunk too but taking care of you and making sure you have a bag to throw up in, or holding your hair back, or rubbing your back while intoxicated herself

you kinda just, have to keep peeling at her layers

𝐢𝐯. 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 :

2000s vibes !!!!! but a little edgy and modernized !!!

think suki from fast and furious ( hehe thanks rox ) !!!!

baby phat fan !!!

sunglasses, redbull with a straw, lip gloss and hoops are all she needs !!!!

her music taste is early/modern r&b and grunge, some pop here n there

her current hairstyle is bad boy era seulgi !!! bangs are a look !!!

𝐯. 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

the jackie to her donna ( 0/1 ) : basically complete opposites that somehow stuck together and are what people would consider best friends because they’re always there for each other despite eunji sometimes finding the other slightly annoying but with FONDNESS, 10/10 eunji will stab someone for them that hurt them

hook-ups ( 0/2 ) : nothing more nothing less, they dont even need to get a long but someone or some people to blow off steam with before they’re each back to minding their own business until that one late night call, definitely no feelings because eunji wont allow it !!

enemies/frenemies ( as many lol ) : eunji isn’t bound to get along with everybody, be it whether they find her to be too sarcastic, or she comes off bitchy or eunji doesn’t like them be it for the most dumbest reason or because she doesn’t like their personality, etc i just want shade, and shit-talking, some drama here and there

regulars at her job ( uhh idk ) : people who request her daces at work, it doesn’t have to mean anything they could just be friends who support her or hey maybe they’re trying to get something out of it, the possibilities are endless i fink

i could write more but it’s literally 6 minutes before 4am so i gotta publish this ahksjdhfk but feel free to hmu or like this ig and i’ll slide into those dms !!!

#srhqintro

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realtalk-princeton · 5 years

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To Maybach -- Anon 2023 again. Honestly, my other major option is Brown (and Penn, but that's out by now) and I'm concerned that I'd be sacrificing happiness if I choose Pton. "Happy" is a part of the Brown brand, whereas "ahhhhh" seems to be a part of Pton's. I want the name and the opportunities Pton would afford me. I suppose that's not a question, but how would you respond? Do you understand what I mean? Is it so awful to pick Pton 4 name/opportunity (in addition to the other stuff)

Sorry for the delay everyone, I just got caught up in a lot of obligations. Due to multiple popular demands from both pre-frosh and current students, I decided to structure my Brown and Princeton story in the following manner. In the first section, I’ll give my background context prior to starting college and my feelings throughout the years on the subject. In the second section, I’ll specifically address the above question in more detail with my many thoughts on key distinctions between the two schools. I think the combination will serve the purposes of everyone quite nicely. Lastly, if any pre-frosh ever want to talk to me, feel free to reach out and ask for my contact information. Or even better yet lol, I just remembered that PREVIEW started, so I guess it might be easier to just talk in person to me. I actually don’t even have class tomorrow haha. I just think that talking is sometimes easier than writing and also in these responses sometimes I have to speculate. For example, I can pretty safely state that if a pre-frosh is almost certain of being a pre-med, Brown is probably going to be a much less stressful experience, but I have no idea if this applies to you beforehand.

So anyway, even though it was four years ago, I still remember it like it was yesterday. Boy time flies. I was not the most studios or stand-out HS student. I wasn’t the valedictorian or salutatorian of a rather small school far away from major cities. While some Princetonian HS students spent summer doing lab research at universities, I spent mine goofing off with friends and traveling. We used to actually have a bonfire at the end of the school year and burned stacks of our HW up to 4 feet high lol. When it came to applying to college, I did not actually even again acceptance to NYU or BC lol even though my stats were more than up to par. I guess maybe they were concerned that I wouldn’t be a very hard-working student. Luckily, I am very fortunate that despite coming from an extremely educated family (grandfather and mom went to Columbia, Dad went to Berkeley, etc.), my parents never put that much pressure on me. So as you can imagine, I was super excited when I heard that I got into Princeton, Brown, Cornell, and some other schools. For a period of time, I was actually getting ready to go to Brown. My SO at the time had committed to URI and I was psyched by the super expressive culture of Brown. Students prided themselves on being true to themselves and also took full advantage of freedom with responsibility. The location was close enough to NYC and some kids from my HS were already there. I always hated excessive structure and authority growing up and the prospect of 70%’s A’s granted, no +/I’s, and pass/failing anything was totally alluring! On a side note, I always laugh when they say that people don’t abuse pass/fail and use it only like 10-15% of the time. Well, maybe that’s because they’re already handing out A’s like it’s water and all A-’s become A’s haha. But anyway, I was psyched. Who wouldn’t want to live at camp Brown and take it easier than HS, but still be guaranteed a legit degree on your resume? However, after I visited Princeton, connected with a large number of alumni, and actually started putting real thought into my education, my perspectives slowly, but surely started to change. I think what I really underestimated was the power of the Princeton degree and how impressive our alumni network truly is. The people I met and still meet to this day are absolutely brilliant in several respects (e.g. they aren’t just nerds in one subject) and many are focused on maximizing their impact and allocation of influence in this world. The alumni donation rate is nothing short of incredible and the chance to be part of this network was alluring. I remember meeting a guy actually who got waitlisted and was already attending Duke when he got the chance to go to Princeton. He lived every moment to the fullest with his academic pursuits, the social network of brilliant, but diverse persons, and solid career plans. Anyway, it just became more clear to me over time that while Princeton was rigorous, it’s academic qualities could be much more intimate and engaged than Brown and the intellectual horsepower of its students (mostly) created truly incredible and impactful people. Jeez lol I forget sometimes how many alumni we have on the SC, in politics, business, arts, etc. At Brown, all they do is gush over Emma Watson in an almost cult-like way (sarcasm). But anyway, I was getting pushed as you can imagine, but I was still worried as I wasn’t the best HS student and grade deflation had literally only ended the year before. But eventually, the offer was just too good to pass up. Once you become a Princeton student, your life truly does change and people will treat you give you credit solely based on this fact (whether it’s right or wrong is another story). I remember before I even committed, I was hanging out at the Princeton Club in New York and a few days later some of the guys (who literally knew me for like a few days), invited me out and basically paid of lunch at Smith and Wollensky and lauded me on my “accomplishments” lol and how they could always be resources to bolster a Princetonian. Pretty soon after I committed.

As for answering your specific question, I’m already seeing red flags. Whenever you choose a school for the name, that’s setting yourself up for a bad time. Yes, our opportunities are better. Look at the difference in endowments lol. It’s like that for a reason even though they have way more students and more grad schools. It’s also reflected as well in our post-graduation salary averages. Brown is more creative with RISD and it’s curriculum, but that doesn’t always equal more opportunities. Princeton has the most power and resources of any university on a per-student basis and gives us an incredibly powerful brand and network. That said, you should probably explore why you want to go to Princeton other than the name and brand. One of the miserable people I know picked Princeton over another school because it was the “Best” school she got into and that’s just not fun when you didn’t research enough beforehand. By contrast, I know someone who turned down Harvard for a small liberal arts school in the middle of nowhere and she had an amazing time. If you feel like and click with Brown’s social scene, that’s another reason for not going to Princeton. Academically, Princeton is better for people who want rigor and want to truly maximize their learning in a short period of time and be around amazing minds. Our depth is much better than Brown’s and it shows with how strong our students are in critical thinking skills both inside and outside of their majors. However, there is a downside to this. For example, if you want to major in physics at Princeton, you better adapt fast or be damn good at it. You can’t just “love” physics and be relatively bad at it (compared to your peers) to succeed here because we teach you to be the best students possible from professors who literally wrote your book. At Brown, sure you don’t learn as much or go as deep, but you can major in almost anything because you just aren’t held to the same standards. So there’s a tradeoff. If I majored in Brown’s business program, let me just say that I would not NEARLY be perceived by others to be so intelligent (even though I’m not lol). I know the kids in the degree, it’s not like they are dumb, but jeez lol is it a joke a bunch of the time. Relating sociology to business for example on the surface can seem like a good idea that teaches people until you actually see what they’re writing and working on. I would probably have a 4.0 without working as hard too. And I don’t mean this to mean I’m like super smart or anything. It’s just not comparable to Princeton. However, I am super blessed and thankful that I did take Economics here seriously. The kinds of critical thinking skills and the ability to analytically dissect complex multi-faceted problems that I have developed serve me very well and I feel so rewarded. I literally got a position at a hedge fund with no experience at all because the interviewer liked how I wrote a research paper on guns an applied rigorous statistical analysis in many novel ways to answer new questions. This is no different in many ways than using public information using novel techniques to find value where nobody else sees it. But overall, I think that I’m feeling Brown for you unless you are willing to work harder here for greater depth of learning. I just want to say too though that despite me working hard, I still don’t pull-allnighters almost ever and I still have achieved very high grades. You don’t have to be a genius to do well here. Take it from me. I had piss-poor test scores (by Princeton standards) and was not a valedictorian, but if you are strategic and work reasonably hard and are disciplined, the work is more than doable. I don’t want to brag because I think it promotes bad culture, but you ought to know that a student like me can succeed academically and perform at the top of their class without working in the library all the time. So you should really evaluate what kind of learning experience you want and where you will be most likely to be happy and healthy. Some people just want a break after HS and don’t care about going super deep into their learning development. That’s totally fine, but then Brown is probably better (assuming you also like the culture). Some people would really abuse Brown’s system, not really learn, develop unhealthy and bad habits, and be kind of bored. In that case, Princeton is better. It really depends on you, but if all you see here for you is a name, you’re probably shooting yourself in the foot coming here.

Anyway hope that all helps. I can answer specifics if you have them too.

Edit. also I realized how long this all is and noticed that maybe some of you should just call me or I can connect you with people I know who love Brown lol. It’s sometimes harder to write these things and express everything properly compared to like a 30-minute dinner conservasation. Just putting it out there. I’m also exhausted lol from staying up until 4am the past few nights for this huge deal coming up. I did this tonight so that I wouldn’t mess up my sleep schedule any further and avoid taking a nap lol.

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janiedean · 6 years

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Anyone who think Kit is a good actor is an idiot. And there's so many of them. That's why the world is getting worse and will be dominated by robots 🤖

oddmy dearest @the-bitter-gremlin hopefully you’ll get the tag because I really wanna make sure you see this reply :’DDDDDD

now, point the first: thanks for calling me an idiot! :D I mean, okay, not that grades mean anything of course but given that I went as far as graduating HS in the top five of my class, that I have two degrees one of which with the highest possible vote in a field that’s technically not too easy and that it’s even certified that I speak at least one language at native-tongue level and I can get by in two others other than mine I think my brain is fine enough, thank you.

I also watched more movies than the average person (no, I did, really, I considered studying cinema instead of going to proper uni for real), my top ten favorite movies is all stuff made before the nineties except for one and all my favorite actors are Certified Good Actors Like For Real and I got called a snob for my movie/actor taste more times than I can count. the only reason I’m doing this long-ass preamble is to inform you that if someone can’t act, I can recognize it and I have absolutely no problem admitting it even if it’s someone I like as a person or whose work I enjoy. for one, I can 100% admit that my favorite italian actor when he was nine back then was pretty atrocious (he got better admittedly but I haven’t followed him in a while, so who cares), and I still enjoyed his movies anyway even if he was terrible and I even knew it, but hey, he was hot, so who cares, right? and I enjoyed a fair amount of horribly acted italian fiction because it was fun, so really, I don’t have anything to lose here.

this was all a long preamble to tell you that yes, my favorite actor is marlon brando not the first idiot passing off the street, and yes, kit is actually good at what he does and no, people are not idiots for thinking that.

now, never mind that idek if you saw him in anything that’s not GOT, but the only movie of his I’ve seen where he was really meh was the spy movie and that was because the entire plot sucked ass and the character was terrible but everything was terrible. for the rest, he certainly pulled a better american accent than half of the british actors I’ve heard (it was brimstone by the way, excellent movie, watch it), he can do comedy (watch seven days in hell :D) and ah, yeah, he’s just making a movie/finishing a movie with xavier dolan who’s like… not someone known for picking bad actors. also, uuuh, he went to school for that actually, but not just anywhere -

ah, wow, HE WENT TO THE SAME SCHOOL WHERE LAURENCE OLIVIER, VANESSA REDGRAVE AND JUDI DENCH WENT but okay, sure, they’d totally take someone talentless according to them? and actually:

In the 2008 Research Assessment Exercise the majority of Central’s submission was judged “world leading” or “internationally excellent”. The school has been ranked highly by The Guardian, placing it sixth in its league table of specialist institutions[9]and ninth for Drama and Dance.

LOOK AT THAT, TOP-NOTCH SCHOOL.

now, what is that british acting schools prepare people for? theater.

which means that he’s a theater actor first and foremost, which shows in his damned acting because if you notice he does half of it with his voice, but I guess you were too busy thinking he’s too good-looking to act, right?

except that not counting theater stuff, GOT was the first job he had *and* his first job on tv, which means that of course he wasn’t as good as the others in the beginning, because a) acting for the theater and for tv aren’t the same, b) it was his first job and not everyone is named leonardo dicaprio and can act their way out of a what’s eating gilbert grape at seventeen.

thing is: while at least one of his co-stars hasn’t improved in the role they have (imo but it’s also the writing) and most of the others GOT actors are either seasoned professionals or had acted for the camera before and had less issues adapting to it, he actually got better, and he actually acted a lot better when he was feeding off other people. case in turn:

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that’s jon and jaime in s1. admittedly, not kit’s best effort unless you interpret it as jon being so lovestruck by jaime being around him that he’s like 404 page not found, and he had one scene with NCW from then until S7, and they didn’t even interact. NCW is miles better than he is here, obviously, but like, NCW has been in the job since the early 90s and I assure you his first danish movie isn’t his best acting effort either even if it’s not bad. BUT, let’s go to another S1 scene:

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jon and sam discuss sex, yey! here he’s with a guy - john bradely - who’s probably (at this point) better than him at reciting on screen, but with whom he’s had a lot more scenes and that is playing his best friend and with whom he presumably hung out a lot and with whom he’s had a lot of time to work with. and even if it’s still S1, if you look at it it’s miles better - he does a lot more of microexpressions, he never looks at the camera (first sign of bad acting btw, he didn’t do it in the previous scene either but there he looked starstruck all the time, here he doesn’t) and like, you can already see that there’s a vast difference in between the two. and it’s the same season, five episodes apart - supposedly they also filmed it later and he’s already more at ease with it.

now, small pause to remind you that at this point jon doesn’t have too much extra baggage BUT that kit actually read the damned book and you can see it because he makes very precise choices ie in the book after jon burns his hand he flexes the fingers of the hurt one every time he’s nervous or he’s about to lie or something, and he does the exact same thing (link here btw), and fyi, with the exception of partially alfie and gwen, no one in the cast actually went as far as that so HAHAHAHAHA WOW SUCH BAD ACTING, INNIT? anyway, that was season one. I’ll spare you and myself S2/¾ also because if I link you the jon/ygritte scenes I’ll shoot myself in the head. instead, let’s go to season five and 5x02, as in the season where I literally would have quit the fucking show if it wasn’t for jon’s storyline.

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if you look at this, he doesn’t even say a fucking word until the ending, and you can see exactly what he’s thinking just looking at his damned face, because if you pay even the slightest bit of attention you notice that he changes expression minutely with every damned word sam and thorne say, you can see his eye movements, then he goes from complete sour to sad to angry to surprised to delighted to worried to happy again in the span of four minutes without even talking once and it’s miles better than anything he did in S1.

or you could also rewatch the scene where he punches ramsay in S6 where he does a lot of microexpressions that speak for him without even talking, again, in an episode where he did all the stunts on his own same as the rest of the show, and that’s really not little given all the work it goes into being, uh, the main character, who also happens to have to be a seasoned fighter and use swords and so on. (I can’t link but I think I exhausted my limit for linking videos on tumblr so whatever *SHRUG*)

guess what: HE IMPROVED. GREATLY. IT SHOWS. learn to watch the damned thing, it doesn’t take going beyond GOT to realize it. and now, two last things I have to say to you before I finish this because I honestly wasted too much time on you already.

one: he might not be the best actor around - fair enough -, but kit’s definitely good imo. not passable, not decent, not average - he’s good. and he’s learning and he’s improved tremendously in the last eight years and it shows, and he put enough effort into this role to a) read the canon, b) incorporate the canon into it, c) actually changing scenes so that they fit canon more, d) do all his own stunts, e) carry 60% of this whole damned liver-destroying show on his shoulders since at least S5 in which his sl was the only saving grace of the entire thing and he executed it perfectly, so kindly fuck off and don’t go to people calling them idiots because they think an actor is good.

(ps: I

two: going into people’s askboxes and calling them idiots because they enjoy something and insulting what they enjoy is a) rude, b) uncalled for, c) an asshole move.

next time let me/us/whoever enjoy this guys’ acting in peace and keep your fucking opinion to yourself, because honest, if I could spend twenty years out of almost thirty of my life keeping my mouth shout about how much I hate HP to a) my rl friends, b) my internet friends and I could keep myself from informing them that I think it’s really bad under their posts or in their inbox or to their face because I’d be an asshole if I decided to shit on what they like, then you can pay me the same favor (or about anyone else) and not go around dissing stuff people like to their faces when they said openly they like them.

sayonara and call me when you get an emmy nomination :’)

#kit harington #tagging bc I have a feeling it might be relevant #dskljgklsdg #ch: jon snow #game of thrones cast #is2g y'all were raised not even by wolves #wolves would be more polite #like shut the hell up man #REALLY shut the hell up #@ anyone else: IF YOU DON'T LIKE KIT FINE FOR YOU I DON'T CARE I DON'T NEED TO KNOW #thanks very much #blergh #extra wank for ts #the-bitter-gremlin #ask post

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obeetlebeetle · 6 years

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Do the rest of the ocean asks!!

pearl: if you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go and why?i know i always say venice but... how many times can u say venice?? i wanna go there so badly.sails: describe your perfect partner.o man... i mean everyone has their own complexities so in broad strokes... someone who is emotionally intelligent, who can handle their feelings and is comfortable expressing them, bc that's such an important part of relating to others. someone kind, compassionate, and optimistic - i admire that kind of strength. someone who wants to grow and keeping changing things for the better. someone creative and intelligent, who i can really talk to, who wants to listen to my dumb ideas too. most of all someone who wants to build a strong, lasting love. someone who can be very serious and genuine abt their relationships, bc even if plans change i would still want to love each other as friends.lighthouse: how much makeup do you wear?a little cover-up if i'm breaking out but day to day i don't often go for it. i will do a full look for special occasions tho bc i like looking pretty.shells: would you prefer to be a vampire or a werewolf?answered!mermaid: most embarrassing moment?well. there have been A Lot of those. probably when i passed out at marching practice?turquoise: weirdest dream you’ve ever had?had a dream where i had to stop a mouse from controlling a country. the mouse gave orders by playing a piano, my base was a candy store inside a volcano, and i could fly using sheets of glass.waves: favourite season and why?winter bc Cold ❤❄breakers: would you ever consider getting married?hell yeah! it's not a Necessity for a happy and fulfilling life but i would love to settle down w a spouse i adore and maybe kids.seafoam: describe your ideal summer vacation.answered!rain: if it were possible, what exotic animal would you keep as a pet?not Super exotic but a flying fox!sunlight: least favourite song?whoa wild question. probably that nasty "blurred lines" shit that came out in hs.marine: would you ever consider plastic surgery?nah i don't think so.sea glass: what do you consider to be your best physical feature?answered!storm: do you like piercings and tattoos? Why or why not?answered!boardwalk: who is your favourite fictional couple?darcy and lizzie my good bitch!!!!coral: if you had to describe your personality as a food, what would you be and why?cornbread. kind of plain, and if ur not familiar w it kind of an acquired taste, but a reliable staple for those who dig me!nymph: old-fashioned or modern decor? old-fashioned...... i love that Romantic shit.seawater: scariest movie you’ve ever watched?tbh the woman in black really got me.siren: in a fantasy setting, would you be a warrior, rogue or mage?answered!tempest: your favourite Pokemon?tropius!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🍌🌴tropic: what is your least favourite thing about your appearance?i don't like my jawline, it's kinda weak and gaining weight didn't help that at all.aquamarine: describe your dream date.i pick them up in my car - a playlist i spent days working on is playing but we don't even listen to it bc we're talking the whole time. we spend all day going to museums or gardens or aquariums or galleries... anywhere we can walk around together holding hands and still talking abt everything we see. when the sun begins to dip we get cheap takeout and go watch the sunset over the lake or the ocean or the fields. the best view we can find. and we're still talking, the playlist is long over, the stars decorate the night sky. we don't go home until we realize, laughing, how late it is. i take them home while they doze, and i start the music up again, music that makes me think of them.brine: gold or silver?silver looks better on me!tidal: what is a colour that best describes your personality?answered!azure: what is something that you do that makes you happy?i like to take a drive out to somewhere pretty and sit by myself for a bit.fog: describe where you think you’ll be in five years.hopefully... graduated with a master's degree, working in publishing. maybe even past an entry level job, making enough to help pay for a small place i share with friends, or a partner, people i love that i can spend my time with. i have a cat and a stack of books to read. i call my parents every weekend. more of an ideal than anything but o well.coastline: what is your favourite flower?you know ;)shallows: what is your typical Starbucks order?answered!voyage: what are your favourite names?answered!shipwreck: do you have an OC? If so, describe them. i have... a lot. describe them all, together, in One Go? Brats.cerulean: do you believe in true love?idk what that means but i believe in love for sure.shoreline: if you could become fluent in another language, which would you pick and why?ahhhhh omg......... i always wanted to learn italian.tsunami: describe a dream outfit of yours.pls............ google "erk fire emblem"riptide: are you introverted or extroverted? Are you happy with this?introverted! and yeah i'm comfortable.hurricane: describe a strange habit of yours.answered!

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thursdays-fallen-angel · 7 years

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200. “Please pretend to be my girlfriend/boyfriend.”

Anon, I am so sorry this took so long. Hope it’s worth it.

hs!au, jock!Cas and nerd!Dean, minor homophobia

Dean’s phone starts to ring halfway through the season premiere of Dr. Sexy, and under normal circumstances, that would be more than enough reason for him to ignore everything to do with his phone until the hour is up. Despite that rule, though, his curiosity is piqued by the fact that someone is calling him, which isn’t something that anyone but his family does.

And then he sees the contact filling his screen, and Dr. Sexy gets paused.

“Hey, uh, what’s up, Cas?” He winces as soon as the words are out—can he really not even keep his cool long enough to answer the damn phone? Sure, he’s already sort of awkward around Cas, and sure, this is the first time his relatively-new-ish friend has called him, but that’s no excuse.

“Dean,” Cas says, and even though he normally manages to make Dean’s name sound intense, there’s a different sort of pressure behind it right now, which is enough to have Dean sitting up straighter on the couch. “I need to ask a favor of you. Are you busy?”

Dean eyes his paused program. “Not really. What’s up? What do you need?”

Cas takes an audible breath in, then says all in a rush, “Please pretend to be my boyfriend.”

There’s a long moment of silence. Dean isn’t sure if the swooping in his stomach is happiness or mortification. This can’t really be happening. Right?

“Cas, I...”

“Please, Dean,” Cas hurriedly interrupts. “I’ll do anything. Whatever it takes. I’ll owe you. I’ll bake you a pie every weekend between now and graduation. Anything.”

“This isn’t, uh.” Dean clears his throat, and nervously adjusts the way his glasses rest on the bridge of his nose. “This isn’t some kind of prank the football team put you up to, is it?”

Because while Dean doesn’t want to believe that that’s the case, he can’t ignore the fact that that’s a possibility. His friendship with Cas is already unusual, and not favorable by most of Cas’ friends—the words ‘jock’ and ‘nerd’ don’t often go together, despite how much Cas clearly doesn’t understand the typical decorum of high school cliques. Cas is on the football team and the soccer team, and plays varsity for both. Dean, by contrast, is the kid who’s friends with half of his teachers and vying for the title of valedictorian.

In short, they don’t mesh. And football players are dicks.

On the other end of the line, Cas is too quiet. Dean only notices it belatedly, and when he does, his stomach sinks. “...Cas?”

He’s listening so intently that he thinks he hears Cas lick his lips. “Dean. Do you really think so little of me?”

Dean flinches. “No, I—I don’t. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. I don’t think you would do that, I’m just—” He inhales shakily. Cas is silent. “Why do you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend?”

Cas’ answering sigh crackles over the speaker. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re questioning this,” is the first thing he says. “I shouldn’t make you feel bad about it. Sorry. I’m asking you to do this because I’ve gotten myself into a mess.”

“What kind of mess?”

“The kind where I accidentally came out to half of my relatives.” Cas sounds wry as he says it, and casual, as if the fact that he came out isn’t at all meant to be the point of his statement, as if that part is a given, already established, and it’s most definitely not.

Cas...

Cas is...

Maybe the fact that he’s angling for a fake boyfriend and not a fake girlfriend should have been Dean’s clue.

His friend continues on with his explanation, oblivious to his internal meltdown, “I defended gay rights to my very conservative uncle, and in the course of the ensuing argument, I also implied that I have a boyfriend. Which brings me to my current predicament.”

Dean chokes out, “Implied?”

There’s yet another beat of silence. “Alright, I may have said that I have a boyfriend whom I’m very happy with. And now they want to meet this boyfriend, because they’re confident that I’m lying. Which I am. Because I’m... well.”

“Single.”

“Yes.”

Dean takes a deep breath. He can hardly believe this. He can’t believe what he’s about to do. He turns off the TV, giving up completely on the last of his Dr. Sexy, and says with more confidence than he feels, “Alright. Tell me what you need me to do.”

Half an hour later, Dean is pulling his car up along the curb in front of Cas’ house. Cas’ large house, he can’t help but note. With its brick facade and white posts on either side of the entryway, it’s ridiculously cliche, and also incredibly terrifying.

Apparently in addition to missing the fact that Cas is gay, he also completely missed the fact that he’s loaded.

His nervousness doubles in strength.

He sends Cas a text as he makes his way up to the house, and the other boy opens the door before he even has to knock. And god damn, Cas looks good. His hair is as perfectly tousled as ever, but instead of being in form-fitting jeans and a t-shirt or varsity coat like he typically is when he’s at school, he’s in—well, jeans, still, but nicer ones, paired with a button-down shirt that’s just the right shade to make his eyes look so blue there’s no way it’s not illegal.

“Dean,” Cas greets, and he sounds... breathless? His eyes rake over Dean’s form, which prompts Dean to shift his weight nervously. “You look... You look great.”

It’s not true—Dean put on an argyle sweater to meet Cas’ request of dressing nice, and maybe he spent ten of his twenty minutes getting ready on his hair alone, making sure every strand laid correctly, but of the two of them, he’s not the one worthy of ‘great’. Telling himself that, however, doesn’t help to tame his blush as much as he was hoping. He knows that arguing the statement will only draw the conversation out longer, though, so he tugs at his sleeve and accepts it.

“Thanks, Cas. So are we, uh. Are we doing this?”

The reminder of why he’s there visibly dulls Cas’ mood, his shoulders slumping slightly. “Yes, I suppose we are.” He pushes the front door back open where it had drifted shut behind him, and offers a hand out to Dean. Dean hesitates only slightly before he takes it, and once he does, Cas is pulling him across the threshold, and there’s no going back.

Dean toes off his shoes before they get too far from the front door, letting them join a lineup of many others, and then Cas slips an arm around his waist and guides him further in. Dean’s heartbeat is so loud in his ears that he almost misses the soft words Cas whispers into his hairline.

“I’m sorry for this in advance, but don’t forget that I am extremely grateful, and will find some way to make this up to you.”

It sounds ominous, and Dean’s stomach twists even as he mutters in return, “You fucking better.”

They’re stepping into a living room before Cas can say anything more, and a dozen sets of eyes are immediately on them. Most of them look judgmental, some shocked, and one—Cas’ brother Gabriel, of course, the only person here Dean has met before—just looks downright amused. It’s utterly silent in the room, everyone clearly having stopped talking when they saw Dean and Cas, and that makes it awkward as hell. Dean doesn’t know what to do, or say, so he looks to Cas for some indication—

“So, you must be Dean,” someone in the room says, and Dean’s head snaps back around to identify the speaker. The man (older, balding, mildly revolting to look at) has a tight grin on his thin lips, though the expression is really more of a sneer, than anything. It matches the false positivity in his voice disturbingly well. “Castiel here has been telling us a lot about you. The boy who has led my nephew into a life of sin.”

Dean’s stomach plummets, but Cas only heaves a sigh and says, “Zachariah. I’ve already asked you to stop saying that. This is not ‘sin’.”

Zachariah’s lip curls in distaste, and the tension in the room somehow manages to thicken. “We’re each entitled to our own opinions, Castiel.”

Cas’ teeth grind audibly, and Dean shrinks into his side. It only takes a moment for it to pass, though, as Cas quickly takes to ignoring Zachariah so that he may introduce Dean to the members of his family who are present. Three uncles, two aunts, a smattering of cousins, and two of his four siblings—Gabriel and Michael, who is apparently the oldest. Even if most of them are obviously dicks like Zachariah, they all at least have manners, and greet Dean in return cordially enough.

(Interestingly enough, Gabriel turns out to be the weirdest of them all about it, saying after Cas ensures Dean remembers his name, “Oh, this is rich.” Dean frowns, not sure what the hell it’s supposed to mean, but Cas merely kicks his brother in the shin and drags Dean along, depriving him of the opportunity to find out.)

Once Dean has been told everyone’s names—and forgotten probably half of them—he and Cas squish together in the last remaining open seat. It’s halfway between an armchair and a loveseat, and while Dean would normally freak out over that kind of proximity with Cas, he doesn’t have much to lose right now, since they’re already pretending to be boyfriends. And if being pressed against Cas helps to steady his anxiety, too, well. That’s just a bonus.

They’ve hardly settled into the chair by the time Zachariah grows impatient, reclining back in his seat on the couch and eyeing the two teenagers opposite him with a smug grin. “Well, Dean,” he begins, “how long have you and Castiel been... doing whatever it is you’re doing?”

“Uh.” Dean shifts, fully aware of how tense Cas is at his side. The only positive is that not everyone in the room is actively staring at him—the aunts are whispering to each other, Gabriel is texting as quickly as his thumbs will allow, and the cousins (Uriel and Hannah being the only names Dean remembers among them) have clearly lost interest. But even with his audience down to half, it still takes far more courage than he cares to admit to say, “What we’re ‘doing’ is called dating, in case you somehow missed that, or don’t understand the concept.”

Cas sucks in a sharp breath. Gabriel sounds like he nearly chokes in an effort to contain his laughter.

Dean wets his lips. “And to answer your question,” he continues, the hard glint in Zachariah’s eye not enough to deter him now that he’s already going, “we’ve been together for almost six months. Since the beginning of the school year. Neither of us wanted to go to homecoming, so we went to the movies, instead.”

And they had; Cas had been asked to the dance by Meg Masters, but when he discovered that Dean both hadn’t asked or been asked and was going to be alone while all of his friends and classmates were out partying, he ditched Meg (who he admitted to not really wanting to go with, anyway, despite how baffling that notion was to Dean at the time), and insisted on hanging out with Dean instead. That was the start of their true friendship, and when they got milkshakes after their movie, sitting in a dim booth in the back corner of the Roadhouse, Dean had also come to realize just how hard he was falling for Cas.

It’s easy, then, to call that the start of their relationship.

Michael asks, then, only slightly less derisive than Zachariah, “Are your feelings for my brother genuine, or do you simply know that he comes from money?”

Cas makes a sound in the back of his throat like he’s going to interrupt before Dean has to answer, but for whatever reason, Dean doesn’t want that to happen. He agreed to come here and help Cas out of the mess he’s gotten himself into, and it that’s going to happen, then Dean can’t just be silent and let them both be stepped on. And Cas’ family really are dicks; he deserves better than this.

“First off, I didn’t know Cas ‘comes from money’ until today.” Cas winces almost imperceptibly, probably, if Dean had to guess, because that’s something he’s clearly kept a secret. Dean might give him a bit of shit for that later, but for the time being, he doesn’t give a damn, so he ignores his friend’s reaction. “And I don’t care who has money and who doesn’t. That’s not what makes a person. I have plenty of other reasons to love Cas, I don’t need that one.”

There’s a beat of silence, and then Cas says lowly, sounding almost strangled, “Dean.”

Dean glances at him, unsure of how he earned that reaction—but then he realizes what he said, and the color abruptly drains from his face. He feels queasy. “I... I mean...”

There’s an unspoken question in Cas’ eyes, but far more than that, as well, and Dean doesn’t even know where to begin decoding all of it. He can’t tell what Cas is thinking, and not knowing what Cas is thinking right now is utterly terrifying. Gabriel lets out a low whistle, but even that doesn’t break their stare.

And then one of the other uncles, Raphael, breaks the silence. “What do your parents think about this relationship? About your sexuality?”

Dean looks over at the man and balks. He’s lost his momentum. Standing up to Zachariah and Michael was easy, because of nothing else, he could tell himself he was pretending, but now he’s said that word, as both he and Cas are keenly aware “I, uh... I mean, they...”

His blatant hesitation is like blood in the water, and Cas’ family latches onto it with a vengeance. Most of them look amused, like the question may as well have already been answered, and Zachariah sits forward with a sick sort of excitement in his eyes.

“Do they even know that you’re dating Castiel? Or has your guilty conscience insisted on keeping that fact hidden?”

Gabriel makes a derisive sound. “Guilty conscience, Uncle Zach, really, that’s the best you can do? Get off your goddamn high horse—”

“His parents probably don’t even know he’s a queer,” Zachariah adds, ignoring his nephew completely. Between the pressure of his stare, how close to home his question hit, and the fuck-up Dean just had with Cas—Dean needs to regroup. He can’t do this.

He quickly extracts himself from Cas’ side, mumbles an, “Excuse me,” and hurries out of the room and back to the front door. He steps into his shoes and slips outside, pointedly ignoring the outbreak of an argument he can hear in the room he just fled.

Christ, he shouldn’t have come here. He shouldn’t have agreed to this, shouldn’t have gotten himself involved in this charade.

He leans against the railing of the small front porch and tries to focus on his breathing. Despite how much he’s starting to regret his current situation, it’s still not enough to make him ditch Cas. Maybe it should be. He’s already embarrassed himself, and probably made his friend’s situation worse, to boot. Why should he stick around?

He sighs and hangs his head. For Cas.

A few moments later, the front door opens and closes, and although Dean doesn’t look over his shoulder, he knows from the cadence of the footsteps that it’s Cas. Because of course it is.

Cas steps up to the railing beside Dean and mirrors his position, posture slouched and elbows resting on the wood. There’s a stretch of silence, and then Cas says, “I’m sorry for making you go through that. I had hoped that they would let your presence pass without harassment, but in hindsight, that was stupid of me. I should have known.”

Dean shakes his head. He can’t look at Cas, and studiously keeps his eyes trained on his hands. “Why’d you ask me to do this, man?”

He sees Cas shift in the corner of his eye. “I... I don’t know. I panicked, partially. I would probably consider you to be my best friend, and certainly my favorite. You’re the kind of person my parents would like—theoretically, at least. Kind and smart and charming. And I…”

He stalls, prompting Dean to finally look over at him. His heart is beating too loud, he feels too warm, and the things Cas is saying are sounding a lot more genuine than Dean would have ever expected them to. He swallows thickly and prompts, “Cas?”

“I just… I thought…” Cas closes his eyes for a brief moment, steels himself, and then pins Dean in place with an unwavering stare. “I thought it would be most believable if I pretended to date someone who I would be happy to actually date.”

All of the breath leaves Dean’s lungs in a rush. “Oh.”

“Dean, I’m sorry. I know you don’t feel the same about me, and what you said inside was out of context—”

Dean doesn’t need to hear any more than that. Operating on nothing more than instinct and following the spark of euphoria in his chest, Dean grabs Cas by his perfectly-pressed shirt, closes the distance between them, and crushes their lips together. It’s harried and crooked and far from perfect, but Dean couldn’t care less. Especially when Cas makes a choked sound in the back of his throat and starts to reciprocate. One of his hands slides up to cup Dean’s jaw, and then they’re steadier, more centered, and Dean couldn’t imagine it possibly being any better.

He has no idea how long they spend like that, but he doesn’t care, either. He only knows that when they part, his lips are tingling and his lungs are aching, and he’s never been happier in his life.

Cas grins, expression bright with awe and the most genuine excitement Dean has ever seen his friend wear. It has his heart skipping a beat, and the only thing that keeps him from kissing Cas again is the fact that the other boy is speaking.

“Dean,” he says, fingers curling into Dean’s hair, “will you be my boyfriend for real?”

Dean mirrors his expression without hesitation. “Hell yeah.”

Even if dating Cas means more exposure to his family and all the hell that apparently accompanies them, Dean couldn’t care less. It’s worth it. For Cas.

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I can’t help myself so I’m sending you yet another prompt: Dean lives with his brother Sam and his parents in a Christian conservative community . He wants to his last year of HS to go smoothly and the last thing he wants is to fall in love with a boy. Especially when the boy is his best friend Cas. After party he and Cas end up sleeping together but Cas distances himself from Dean and dates their friend Meg. I understand you’re busy but I don’t how long it take to complete this :)

Okay, I think this is actually gonna wind up as a multi-part story if anyone’s interested. (I’ve already got some thoughts on where i want this to go)

The first part has almost everything you wanted.Word Count: 2212

WARNING: Vaguely Not Safe For Work (near the end)

And of course, there is angst.

Dean hated it here. The only thing that made it bearable was hisbest friend, Cas. Together they made plan after plan over the years, of justhow to get out of there, refining it more and more the older they got.

Nowthey were in their senior year – almost old enough to strike out on their ownlegally, but neither Dean nor Cas held out much hope that they’d get outunscathed.

“Hair,Dean, hair!” Cas ranted one afternoon. He lay on his back with his feet proppedagainst the wall of their old treehouse. It was really too small for them, butthey squeezed in anyway, the only privacy they could find and trust these days.“How does hair lead to sin? So what if I want to grow it?Or…or…turn it blue? How does that lead me to hell? Is it really comparable tobeing a murderer? Seriously?”

Deannodded absently. Cas was really preaching to the choir. Literally. Dean hadbeen volunteered as a child to sing every Sunday in church. When he wassmall, he’d been proud to do it, happy that he could do something that made hismom so happy. Now Mary was gone, and no one would tell him what had happened toher and if he wanted to leave the church choir, he would risk the wrath of JohnWinchester falling upon his head.

Itwas better to let it go and not cause ripples or any type of suspicion to fallon him. Not when they were so close. Not when John already looked at him indisappointment, though for what, Dean had no idea (he suspected though, but hewouldn’t admit it to himself so he refused to think of it).

“Dadtold Sammy not to associate with Max or Alicia yesterday.”

“You’renext door neighbors? Why not? They’re some of the nicest kids around!” Casdropped his feet and twisted to sit upright, crossing his feet elegantlybeneath him.

Deantried not to watch, knowing he would only wind up staring at how fluidly hisbest friend moved. He cleared his throat and averted his eyes, ignoring thebutterflies in his stomach.

Hecouldn’t afford to let the butterflies have their way.

Forone, he had no idea how Cas would react if Dean acted upon them. The communityin which they lived was so religiously conservative, there was no way to get aread on who – if anyone – would be accepting of such thoughts. And if Caswasn’t okay with it, he’d lose his best friend. And for another thing, theywere just so close to getting out, that even if Caswas okay with the things Dean tried not to feel for him, they couldn’t risk theplan.

Deanwas counting on getting the Impala as his graduation present. Once it was his,free and clear…he’d pack up Cas and their meager savings and book it out oftheir so fast, their parents wouldn’t know what hit them.

Heonly felt guilty he couldn’t take Sam with them.

“Uh…becauseMax is giving Sam ‘ideas’. He told Sammy about…” Dean couldn’t help but lookaround and lower his voice, “Same sexcouples. Not only that, but people who changed their genders or, or, hadrelationships with 2 or more people at the same time!” Casleaned in as Dean’s voice dropped even further.

“Wow…”Cas breathed. “People who just…change their genders?” His eyes grew wide. “Howis that even possible?”

“Ihave no idea, man! It’s crazy, right?”

“Isee why your dad freaked. You know how Pastor Zachariah says we’re all supposedto ‘be happy with the way god made us’.”

“PastorZachariah creeps me out,” Dean shuddered.

“Metoo,” Cas agreed.

Theyfroze as they both heard a noise below them and their eyes darted franticallyover to the ladder, then the window. Dean edged towards the ladder while Casshifted just enough to crane his head and look out the little window.

Theywaited a few, long minutes, afraid to talk, afraid to even breathe, but theyheard nothing more and they didn’t see anything or anybody either. Finally,with a nod and a sense of relief, the two of them went back to talking.

“So,I heard Balthazar was throwing a party tomorrow night. Apparently, UncleZach’s gonna be outta town, so, he’s got run of the house. Wanna go?” Deanasked.

“Sure,as long as the pastor isn’t going to be there. You know how Balthazar’s is. Hetoes the line between what’s allowed and…how he hasn’t gotten into trouble yet,I don’t even know.” Cas shifted, keeping his eye on the window but lettinghimself get more comfortable.

Deanshrugged. “Must pay to be family to the Pastor. Means your above suspicion. Orif the rest of the town suspects, they’re afraid to tattle. He’s got a nastytemper. You should have seen how he ripped into Kevin last week because he camein too early. Kid was bawling…”

“Nothanks. So, what’s Balthazar’s cover story?” Cas asked.

“Hmm…Ithink it was an all-night prayer meeting.” Everyone knew it wasn’t, except forthe adults, somehow. It couldn’t possibly last but Cas and Dean and so many ofthe other kids needed some sort of relief valve from the pressures of theirparents and their community.

“Meaning,we can crash there?”

“Yup,”Dean nodded with a grin.

Casgrinned back. “I’ll pack my sleeping bag.”

Aspredicted, neither Cas’s parents, nor Dean’s dad had any problem with the twoof them running off to Balthazar’s ‘prayer meeting’. With barely containedexcitement, Dean drove to Cas’s house to pick him up in the Impala and then thetwo of them drove across town to the more secluded estate of the Pastor.Balthazar was an orphan, and his uncle had taken him in to be raised alongsidehis own children. But tonight, it was only going to be housing Balthazar andthe few people he’d trusted to invite to the type of party he’d been planning.

Notthat Cas or Dean knew exactly what Balthazar was planning, butanything had to be better than being under the constant scrutiny of the wholetown.

Theyweren’t wrong.

Themusic was loud, when they arrived, and the beat was so different than anythingDean had ever heard before. It made his body sing and want to move. The thingschurch music was supposed to make him want to do. By the way Cas seemed tovibrate beside him, his best friend was feeling it too.

Theparty – for all its noise – was small, as Balthazar had promised. The three ofthem, Ash and Victor, Benny, Garth, Jesse and Gabriel, made up the entireparty. 9 people all in all, and all of them boys because girls would never havebeen allowed to go to a house full of teenage boys with no adult supervision.What if they mingled and they fell to temptation?

Dean nearly snorted at that because he wasn’t even interested in– nope. Not going there.

“So, what’s the plan?” Dean asked, trying to force his brain tofocus on something other than Cas, his blue eyes, his lips, his smile, hislaugh, his everything. It wasn’tworking. It was getting harder and harder for Dean to not think about Cas, about his best friend. About how he wanted toshare everything with him.

Balthazar held up a bottle proudly. “I raided Uncle Zach’s stashfor some alcohol, and Gabriel snuck over some porn and we’ve got some killertunes on. What do y’all want to do first?”

“I hate to be the one to point it out, but that’s a ginger alebottle, Bathy.” Ash spoke up and the others breathed out in relief. They’d allbeen thinking it.

“Exactly!” Balthazar pointed at Ash and grinned. “Uncle Zach won’tmiss it because he thinks I broke and spilled it. I have no idea what it is,but it’s as close in color to the ginger ale I could get so he wouldn’t get suspicious.”

“Clever,” Victor noted. The rest agreed.

“Great! Then I’ll be your bartender tonight. Gabriel! Get the pornready! We’re gonna party in style!” Balthazar shouted, racing back for thekitchen.

The rest of the boys laughed, Dean and Cas exchanging bemusedlooks. Dean, at least, was a little nervous. Just one of the things at this party could get them all in serioustrouble, let alone all of these things combined. He wasn’t even sure howinterested he was in the porn. Well, no, that wasn’t true. He was interested, but he was sure itwouldn’t be the right kind.

Would it?

And if it were, he could already feel how uncomfortable he wouldbe to be viewing it in a room full of other boys who didn’t know that he didn’t actually like girls?

Balthazar returned and passed out plastic cups full of an amberliquid, just as the porn queued up. It was a VHS tape, and Dean wondered whatkind of quality they’d even be graced with as Gabe paused it before it couldactually start. Balthazar raised his cup in a mock toast and they all echoedhim, the words of “To personal freedom” ringing in Dean’s head as they allknocked back their cups.

Half of them gasped and choked. Dean’s throat burned and besidehim, Cas coughed. “What is thisstuff?”

“Told you, I’ve not idea, but it’s gotta be the good stuff,cause you know how Uncle Zach is. So, let’s not waste it!”

The porn was unpaused and the drinks flowed freely, and beforeDean knew it, he was pressed against Cas’s side as they listened to theirfriends critiquing the porn. He looked over at Cas. “You uh…enjoying this?”

“Mmm…I’m enjoying the music. And the company,” he giggled.

“What about that?” Dean gestured at the porn and looked quicklyaway. He’d been right about the quality, but it was clear enough for him to seehe was far more turned on by the man then the woman and he didn’t want anybodyelse to notice it. Keep a low profile,remember? We’re gonna be outta here in just a few months…

Cas shuddered. “No. I’d rather dance, but I don’t know how. I’venever gone dancing.” Cas pouted and Dean stood, finishing off his drink in one lastgulp.

“Me neither. Hey! Maybe we can figure it out together. I’m notreally…interested in that either.” Dean said with a nod over to the tv. He reacheddown and pulled Cas to his feet. “I uh…don’t want to do it in here though. It’stoo embarrassing,” Dean confided.

“Agreed,” Cas tugged at Dean’s hand, pulling him out of theliving room and down the hall, checking doorways until they found the one Balthazarhad put their bags in. The music was loud enough that they could hear it clearlyin here and, drunk enough to be loose and giggly, the two of them startedshifting about and bopping to the music.

Dean absolutely noticed that Cas was still holding his handthrough it all.

What he couldn’t be sure of was when the dancing had changed.When they’d drifted closer, when their bodies began to move with each other. Butsoon they weren’t dancing -if it could have been called that. Instead theyswayed into each other’s orbits, their eyes darting wildly over the others face.Deans green eyes flicked from Cas’s blue ones, to his lips, to the lightscruffiness on his jaw and saw Cas doing the same.

Between one breath and the next, they swayed together and theirlips touched.

It was all a hazy blur after that. That brief touch sent sparksthrough Dean’s body, the groan Cas made vibrated through him and the kissdeepened, the swaying stopped as arms reached out and clutched. The kiss wasclumsy and wet – Dean had never dared kiss anyone before – but it felt likeheaven.

He was pretty sure that was all Cas.

Pleasure built between them, gasping breaths and moans and rustlingclothing. Skin on skin and Dean was on fire at the touch of a naked hardnessagainst his own. He couldn’t think clearly any more and he didn’t want to. Together,they spiraled in a blur of motion and feeling, till it crested, leaving thempanting and wet, clinging to each other.

Dean soared high, floating and humming as he slowly came downfrom his euphoria, the urge to curl up with his best friend very strong. Casseemed to feel the same, as he guided them to lay down together on the bed,sleeping bags forgotten. Suddenly sleepy, Dean wrapped himself around Cas andfell asleep.

He woke up the next morning with a strange headache and a smile.He’d had a wonderful dream of him and Cas together– so much more detailed and filled with so much more feeling than he’d ever dreamedbefore – but when he stretched, he realized it hadn’t been a dream. He shot upin the bed, his head swimming with the motion, realizing he was sticky and absolutelynaked, with only a light blanket keeping his modesty.

And Cas was gone.

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