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gunsandspaceships · 20 days

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Tony’s Childhood. Part 2.3. Effects: Bravery

Part 1, Part 2.1. and Part 2.2.

Backstory (read Part 1): Tony was sent to boarding school when he was just 7 years old. All the other students were teenagers from 9th to 12th grade. There he spent another 7 years without contact with peers, away from his parents and Jarvis.

From IM3 we learned that these teenagers bullied him (Read Part 1 - Bullying).

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But why was he bullied?

Let's look at Harley. What does Tony see in him? There are no physical signs of mistreatment on Harley, and he doesn’t appear stressed. But. He is an 11-year-old tech genius and nerd. Just like Tony was. And Tony immediately knows what is happening to the boy.

In the deleted scene “Tony, Harley and E.J.” we meet the teenager who bullies Harley - EJ, who is much older than him and has a group of friends the same age. Knowing that Tony had to live in a boarding school with the same contingent, we can conclude that something similar happened to him there.

So, the reasons for bullying in Tony's case would be: he was the youngest and smartest of all the students, was a nerd, probably had a nanny at school, had no friends because there were no children his age, and because he is an introvert (read this for MCU and this for 616).

We don’t know exactly what kind of bullying happened to him, but we can assume that it was physical, since Tony offers Harley a non-lethal, but still a weapon.

So in this case, Tony was always on his own against the bigger and older guys. And he had to defend himself somehow.

Maybe he could escape them once, but he could not escape the whole boarding school situation, so it was pointless. This is why he doesn't have the "flight" part of "fight or flight" mode. Even if it makes more sense in a specific situation, like facing off against a robot with a fork without any protection in Age of Ultron. In comparison, Bruce has a "flight" mode, so he hid behind the bar even though he could be protected by his big green Alter Ego.

He could try to fight with his fists, but it was also pointless against larger opponents. So he built things. Like that flash thing he gave Harley to “discourage bullying”.

The most important effect of the teenagers’ cruelty on him was probably his bravery. In all the movies, every time there is a fight, it’s Tony who goes against the largest and most dangerous opponent, be it Leviathans (The Avengers), Killian (IM3), Ultron (AoU), Winter Soldier (CW – Task Force office), Wanda and Clint (CW – airport fight), Scott in his giant form (CW – airport fight), Thanos (IW), or Thanos again (Endgame).

Not captivity and the Ten Rings made him brave. He was brave before that - see this post.

Conclusion: due to the bullying he endured as a child, Tony developed traits that would later make him Iron Man - a brave, fearless, smart fighter who never runs away from the battlefield and always takes on the biggest, most dangerous and powerful enemies, because he has been doing this since childhood.

#tony stark #iron man #marvel #mcu #the avengers #avengers endgame #captain america civil war #iron man 3 #avengers age of ultron #harley keener #Youtube

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littlesistersti · 8 months

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Rant or Trauma Dump: Overblot Leona is Relatable as a Student in American Public School

Will keep this short as possible

Abstract: Leona's trauma = shared trauma but (American) 12th grader student edition. I share my experience. Am I allowed to say it's my trauma when it's just resentment?

Work count: 585

Leona expressed strong resentment at the idea of birth > skill so why r bother trying? Nobody cares. I understood it from a story writing standpoint at first then this came to me and I felt things.

Not sure how common this is around the globe but I went to an American public school for high school/secondary school education (why do I sound like a foreign exchange student haha) and every week of/before homecoming or winter break or some major event, there’s spirit week in which each grade level compete with themed outfits, lunch time activity\games, and assembly games. Win enough points to beat the other grade.

Off topic but my school’s Assembled Student Body have zero creativity for lip sync and themes because why do they keep doing Marvel and Disney? I might as well think we’re sponsored by Disney because we could’ve had HTTYD or Wonder Woman for crying out loud. Also there was a spirit day for “hype beast” in which you wear the high end stuff like Supreme. Well, I was bullied in elementary school for being NOT high income so I held resentment for those things.

Freshman year (9th grade), I did my best but we came in last place. Seniors won. Sophomore year, I felt bad for the freshmen who tried harder than us last year and they lost. Their side was decked out in white, it looked like Big Bear. Seniors won. Junior year, I figured it out it was pointless. Seniors won. Then came our turn. I noticed it. My fellow seniors would not bother trying because they knew they’d win anyway or would cheat the system like raising their hands for points even though they’re not wearing anything spirit (sometimes they be counting shoes). I hated it. I hated it more when the senior favoritism happens before your eyes.

Every winter assembly, there should be a sled race where one player is in a cardboard box and another pulls. Seniors never pull because their box has a giant hole so they can stand up and run to the finish line like a Grinch. I never saw that my senior year. Every assembly ever, there’s supposed to be a clapping game similar to Simon Says. The freshman are always duped on the first “clap” and the seniors don’t even play the game, it’s an applause! A standing ovation even! Even the seniors get to win the lip sync battle every time. Makes me wonder if they could stand in the corner then still win first place. In elective and math (above Algebra 1) classes, you would find mixed grade levels so not sure how much the point-counters scrutinize. They are not nit picky with seniors. If you raise your hand, we don’t check. Below seniors? They check. Yet, I think the cronyism is the main problem.

Seniors don’t need any skill set. They just need to be that class and bam, easy win. Any other class could try as they might and never win. I hated it more when people say, “let them win, they’re graduating.” Might as well give them all passing grades, senior year is the easiest anyways. No worries about senioritis. All the teachers love you because you’re mature baby-adults and about to leave. Hate the freshmen because they’re the hooligans. Let’s bully the freshmen.

Conclusion: Leona is relatable in the birth order > skill set resentment and not trying hard if nobody cares, because of the high school seniors favouritism I witnessed during spirit week.

#twst leona #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #sti speaks #overblot leona #savanaclaw #twst chapter 2 #mini essay #mini rant #rant post #senioritis #students #secondary school #high school #favouritism #favoritism #spirit week #freshman year #senior year

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sugarpopss · 2 years

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I keep seeing confusion over Eddie's age so lets break it down

I've seen a lot of posts today that are like 'Eddie is like 25 what the fuck' and I?? Am not sure where this is coming from? Maybe a touch of confusion surrounding American grades? Lets break it down:

During his 'grab the diploma' bit, the Hellfire guys say "Didn't you say that last year? And the year before?" This tells us that he's been held back twice, both times in his senior year (if it was before his senior year why would he be talking about graduating?). Senior year is the 12th grade, in which people are typically 17 going on 18. In his second senior year, he'd be 18 going on 19, and in his third (when the show takes place) he'd be 19 going on 20. So, he's either 19 or 20 depending on his birthday. I say 20 because I really like the idea of his birthday being in winter, but that's just me. From my (admitedly quick and somewhat lazy) research, the Indiana dept. of education states that "...students over the age of 18...have a right to attend school until they have recieved a high school diploma...The school determines whether the student can enroll in the regular high school program or must enroll in the school’s adult education program." Most sources seem to agree that 21 is when the school would refer someone to an adult education course. So yeah. I think that's Eddie's age cleared up. For reference, assuming I'm right (which I think I am):

Eddie (supposed to graduated 1984) is one year older than Steve (graduated 1985) and two years older than Nancy and Robin (plus Chrissy and all the other seniors).

My source for the Indiana stuff

#I've seen this in response to him and Chrissy and yknow what?#I thought that at first too and i def said something about #i made a post watching their scene in the woods for the first time going 'no hes too old and hes gonna do smth to you'#but ive since changed that thought #The legality is up in the air because we don't know Chrissys birthday #And honestly I think that a 20 year old who isn't a super senior x2 would have a lot more social power over her and thats the main concern #the social power and difference in maturity #but I think they're more on the same level #eddie munson #stranger things season four #stranger things #st s4

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belovedrival · 1 year

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Random Sunday thoughts.

Even though I post on here almost every day, it feels like forever since I’ve posted about actual personal things.

Minerva sometimes will jump on my leg. Like she’s attacking me. I’m like, girl, I’ll play with you but keep your claws to yourself!

If Jonas’s next clear word is “gentle”, it wouldn’t be a surprise. We say it 800 times daily. He loves Minerva but…toddler and kitten 😳

Oh, and both of them climb everything. I might as well let my hair go all grey. Although I looked in the mirror today and thought I needed it highlighted again because otherwise I look 50. Sheesh. Like getting older? Fine. I can live with that. But I look way older than I feel. Does that make sense?

My in-laws were here a couple weeks ago. It was a good visit. They were here during the last gasp of Indian summer (is that still a phrase that’s used?) - like clear blue skies, 60s and 70 degree weather. My father-in-law (my Other Dad; I love him) did various projects, like installing a cat door. He and I raked up the trillion leaves that were piled up.

On the afternoon before they left, Mister, Dad and I took Jonas to a local lake. There’s a little beach there and a fantastic playground. Jonas waded right into the water (even though it was cold 🥶) and had a blast just digging in the sand. He loved the playground, too. We’re going to have to take him back there.

We enjoyed the 70 degree afternoon on the beach just in time…the next day, the 11th, my in-laws left and it was colder and windy. We woke up early on the 12th to see several inches of snow on the ground. From 70 degrees at 5 pm on Thursday to just after 5 am on Saturday with 20 degrees and snow!! 😱❄️ I’m sure others have had bigger weather swings but nobody here expected snow on November 12th. Not surprisingly, it’s still autumn here but it’s felt like winter for the last week. Which is okay because…

Thanksgiving. 🥐🦃

We’re staying home for Thanksgiving for the first time since we were DATING. Like the last time it was *just us* (well, before Jonas and Minerva the Crazy Cat), it was 2011. That year Mister and I celebrated Thanksgiving at his tiny apartment in Chicago and drove around to several grocery stores on the day (to find an open one) because we’d forgotten to get a pie.

I am ridiculously excited to stay home. It’s about having our own traditions, not just going along with other people’s. I’m going to attempt to bake the crescent rolls my mom’s made for years, and a low sugar apple crisp for dessert. Beyond that, the turkey breast is going into the crockpot, mashed potatoes are on the menu because of course, and there’s green beans that I haven’t decided how to cook yet. It’s not eleventy side dishes but I only really wanted to make the rolls and neither of us want to have a ton to do on the day. The turkey breast is big enough to have leftovers, so there’s going to be plenty of food regardless. Choir is singing on Thanksgiving so as soon as I get home from that mid-morning, I’ll probably just wear pajamas the rest of the day 😂❤️

Mister has been working crazy hours. He’s got an extra class he’s teaching this year (5/6th grade religion) and a bigger 7/8th grade class than last year. Plus finding time to do administrative work. He usually leaves the house around 6 am, gets home about 4:30 or 5, then goes back to school after Jonas is in bed. I’m worried about him burning the candle at both ends but there’s not really a solution other than him getting a sub a couple times a month just so he can keep up with grading. And his class this year is just…not a good one. Like there’s no behavioral issues but the kids just aren’t motivated to do anything other than the bare minimum. He asks questions to get a discussion going, and there’s crickets. The only thing most of the junior high kids (and others) seem to care about is sports. They’ll get the grades to pass, but…there’s no “I want more in my life”. We don’t know if it’s just a rural area thing for kids to not be motivated, if it’s this particular area, or just this group of kids. Mister has heard repeatedly that the kids 3-4 years younger are a lot more engaged, but honestly I wonder what they’ll be like by 7th grade.

All that to say that Mister is not having a good year. After 20 years teaching, he knows how to get kids engaged and interacting, but “talking to these kids is like talking to a brick wall”. And the result of this is we’re actually talking about moving. Again. Maybe next year, or the year after, depending on what other job comes along. He (and I) aren’t super impressed by the kindergarten teacher here and the 1st/2nd grade teacher has been here for decades and is just not what we want for Jonas. She’s stuck in her ways and will NOT change. Beyond that, there’s fewer opportunities here (I won’t say none, because that’s not true) but the sports-mad culture here puts us both off. Like if Jonas loves/is good at sports when he’s older, great - but if not?

Argh, now I’ve written a novel. Sorry. Anyway, if you’re in the US have a happy and healthy Thanksgiving; if you’re from farther away, have a great week and take care of yourself 😊

Until later, friends. ❤️

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anbubisibuna · 2 years

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The timeline in HHA or DHA makes like no sense. It's so weird.

You can't really go by the characters phones either. In Ep 105ish of Season 1 you see Magnus phone when he got a text from Trabas. The date says that it is February. So like 9 episodes later it's suppossed to be end of the school year. This makes no sense that just 4-5 months have just passed. ( They probably just filmed it then and forgot about it)

In HHA you can see Jeroen's phone which says that is 18.October 2007. The Episode is 70 of Season 2. This also doesn't make much sense. They drew a Halloween Party for Mara like 40 episodes prior.

I would have liked for them to celebrate some hollidays. Trudie and Rosie seem to be that they would decorate the House on special occasions. Like Christmas, Easter... etc...At least then we would have some reference point. But you don't even know when it's Winter.

Remember when the teacher had Mick and Kaya talk down about their terrible grades and that they would be failing. I think that's already really close to the end of the First semester like the beginning or end of February. I don't know about you but my teachers usually didn't talk about grades until the very end of the semester.

And the Musical was maybe on Easter. Idk why it just gives me Easter Vibes. Also how Rosie walks around in a basket to give them presents for the Musical.

On Ep 100 of Season 1 Jeroen and Magnus sneak in Victors office and check their report card. Which is likely near the end of the second semester.

What we know for sure:

Season 1 doesn't begin after summerbreak .

The DHA kids are in 10th grade.

Amber/Delia end their relationship with Mick Kaya on Ep 29 of Season 1. On Ep 42 Amber/Delia say that they haven't been dating for 2 weeks.

The Musical in Season 1 wasn't a Christmas one. Said by Magnus on the casting he was doing with Felix.

Season 1 ends before summerbreak

Season 2

Season 2 starts after Summerbreak.

The DHA kids start 11th grade

Robbie says on his date with Patricia that she is a Junior.

Mara "leaves" around Halloween on Season 2 Ep 32. ( MM comes back). Why else would they do a Halloween Party.

The Movie Pad of the 7 Sins is between Season 2 and Season 3 where Fabienke and Danina have been dating for six months which would be Mai.

This means Season 2 doesn't end with the school year.

Season 3:

Season 3 starts a bit earlier than the new school year.

The DHA kids start 12th grade on Ep 6 and HHA start their final year.

Jeroen and Magnus come back a week later after the new school year begins

Ep 03- Ep22 is 21 days. They Said to that the chest was took by the tomb 21 days ago.

It was around Christmas on Ep 70ish of Season 3.

Mara says to Magnus in Ep 69 of Season 3 after he was pissed being stuck in a animal costume " Last year the camel this year the..." Which means this Christmas Musical is held on Christmas 2011 and the Musical Last year was already in 2010.

By the time of the Musical in Season 3. Fabienke, Danina and Maragnus would have been dating for over a year. I don't know when Jeroa started dating.

When Jeroen and Noa find out the truth about the Vision in Ep 87 of Season 3. Nienke confesses that they knew about it for months. From Ep16- 87

I do think they do Musicals on like Special Hollidays once a year. It's either Christmas, Halloween or Easter. Idk why they would just do a big show like that randomly. It doesn't make any sense to me. Especially how they are so expensive and time consuming, it had to be held on some special occasion. This is just my theory. My school never did stuff like that so idk for sure.

#das haus anubis #het huis anubis #tell me if you have more to add

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meghiemoo · 2 years

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Okay so that last post made me pull this one out of draft hibernation

Percy Jackson Fandom help me out here

It's all fun and games rereading Percy Jackson until the end of Blood of Olympus made me remember the timeline of Percy's age and grade just doesn't work

Let me explain it:

The Lightning Thief starts Percy is a 6th grader and 12 years old

Sea of Monsters is one year later (the next summer) so he's 13 and just finished 7th

The Titan's Curse, it's the winter after sea of monsters so he'd be in 8th, his birthday, we later learn, is August 18th, so that would have been between the two books making him 14

Battle of the Labyrinth our boy is still 14 which is confirmed since he celebrates his 15th birthday right at the end of the book. He's also confirmed as going into 9th grade since he attends freshmen orientation

The Last Olympian is exactly one year later so he's probably going into 10th logically and we are VERY aware dude turns 16: it's a whole plot point.

Okay so Percy Jackson and the Olympians all works. That's logical. Here's what it tells us.

He's got a summer birthday, so he spends the whole school year the same age. So it would go;

6th: 12

7th: 13

8th: 14

9th: 15

10th: 16

11th: 17

12th: 18

The problem is Heroes of Olympus doesn't match this timeline.

So. The implication is The Lost Hero takes place only a couple months after The Last Olympian. Percy is missing, but he should be a sophomore and 16. Annabeth says her and Percy only got a "couple weeks" of dating before he vanished. They started dating in the summer at the end of the last book, it's winter, so its been a couple months since then. Hypothetically.

Son of Neptune then is only a couple months after that. Hasn't been August yet. Percy should still be a 16 year old sophomore (10th grade).

The next three books happen in quick succession in the span of like a month or two.

Which brings us to the scene that made me go ???? So Percy is talking with Annabeth and Nico goes over there to clear the air as he said. Annabeth and Percy are discussing doing senior year (12th grade) in New York together. Nico says that will mean they are going to be in New York for a year, so it isnt like they are planning way out. He also mentions to the reader that Percy is seventeen. Except that doesnt track! Now Percy's birthday is like two weeks away so Nico could be just calling him 17 because it's almost his birthday but like still. Also the grade level still doesn't work! He hasn't been a junior! What happened to 11th grade?? He should be 18 in his senior year. Not 17. So if he's about to turn 17, he should be a junior. How can he be a 17 year old senior in Trials of Apollo?? He cannot!! It does not work! Not to mention by time we see him with Apollo his birthday should have past again. It doesn't track at all!

#either there's a year missing between HOO and PJO and percy should be 18 #or percy is in the wrong grade #i know my boy didnt skip grades come on #he spent sophomore year in a hera induced sleep #he cant skip junior year too #percy jackson #percy jackson timeline #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the Olympians

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fishoutofwaterlikeabird · 1 month

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3..2..1..

How to start a recap that's a 87 days late. What a year 2023 was. For me it was filled with watching my son grow up. He turned one and is consistently learning new things every day. He learned to walk right around when he turned one. He is now running around climbing onto everything and copying/wanting to do everything we do. I ran another marathon with my mate Tag and a few other new friends. I also managed to squeeze in 1,250 plus miles on the year. Racking up a lot during the summer time.

(annual new years day friend walk)

I think the biggest thing that happened in 2023 was I took a new career job. In 2022 after roughly over a year break from working in the school system I went back. I thought I wanted to try something new, but I realised with a little one at home getting off in the earlier afternoon and having major holidays and summers off would be such a big help (and heaps of fun...ie hot boys summer every summer haha). So I went back to working as an Instructional Assistant. It was quite different, but it was nice to be back. Then summer came and I was hanging out with my little human and working on schooling of my own trying to finish up my degree for teaching. Fast forward to three weeks left of summer and I got an intriguing phone call. It was from a teacher I worked with at the middle school who was now a Principal at a High School in a little pee stop of a town in Oregon. He had a position to offer me and wanted me to come check it out. I was like, "what could I lose?" So I drove up and checked it out. Decided (with prayer and conversation with my wife.) I liked the opportunity, accepted the position. Then went through the process of getting an emergency teaching license. It was a new season and a big step. I didn't have all the experience first year teachers get with grade books, curriculum, planning lessons or getting an opportunity to actually teach in front of students. I'd taught in Y.W.A.M. and done a couple of teaching schools. I'd also taught in front of kids and teenagers in church for kids ministries and youth groups, but this was different. I was beyond excited. It took a bit to get comfortable and to make some connections with the students. When you go to such a rural school (less than 100 students total for 9th-12th grade) where everyone knows every the new person stands out. Thus my teaching career started in August/September 2023.

(heeeeelllllllllooooo Mr. Hansen)

I quickly learned trying to get my teaching degree via my own schooling and teaching was heaps more than I could do all at once. There was a lot to learn with being a new teacher and I didn't want to pay for school I wasn't getting to do. I was also trying to raise a little one and enjoy family things. So a break from school was needed. It helped me focus on my first year and take time to learn all the things.

At such a small school I quickly found out you do a lot. I am the business creative arts teacher. I teach five subjects over six periods with one prep. I am also the FBLA advisor and a co-Junior Class advisor. It is pretty wild, but it is also very worth it.

The extra fun part is there is a pool next to the school so we got to take our little one there a few times before it closed for the winter.

(Taking Noah for a swim in the summer at the pool)

The year also had a few other firsts for us. One was we went and helped out at our churches summer came. Elise was camp nurse and I was a part of the games crew (Organisers of Fun a.k.a. OOF). It was a blast. I hadn't volunteered at a summer camp since California. There was the challenge of also taking care of our little human, but the youth at camp and many of the other staff loved on us and our son so much it became quite easy. It was such a great time. I made a goal to try and sing my heart out and lose my voice and I came very close to doing that. It was very raspy, but it survived. I guess I needed it a little bit in the end.

We also took Noah to where I grew up in California and he got to meet some more family and have some fun.

(hanging with the fam in California)

We also made a change and did Thanksgiving with Elise's side of the family and Christmas with my side. It was a first since we got married. It was a bit more relaxing to not have to do so much travel on Christmas and let Noah open presents at home. We did miss watching the cousins open presents and the traditions Elise's family has, but it was nice to start some new ones.

(first group photo with the whole crew totally 9 of us)

The year concluded with getting to watch our Framily Group (friend/family group) grow by two more little humans. One came a wee bit early and the other a wee few days late, but both are thriving. I got to do a fun video for the friends that wanted a gender reveal party. It was quite fun to return the favour as they did a surprise for us.

Even though the year 2023 is very over and we are on already on day 87 of 2024 (1/4 of the year 2024 is already almost over..wild), looking back I cannot help but feel all the feels from this past year. Reminiscing on all the things bring back all sorts of thoughts, what ifs and memories. No matter the ups and downs we found the best community and it continues to get better. They are always there for us and we for them and that makes life heaps extra special. They say it takes a village to raise a child and we are so thankful for the one we have. Watching three little humans grow up together is so sweet and precious. Being a parent alongside our friend/family and learning and growing in all the things makes the days extra special and even more exciting for the things to come.

(photos above: left to right top to bottom: Noah and me, Noah, Noah in the car with Tag and Katrina on the outside, Friends playing in the snow at the lake, beach trip Noah eating, Noah's dedication with Pastor Jeremy one of his favourites, camping with the group, Noah rocking the mic at youth group, Tag and I posing with the 26.2 marathon sign, the 3 of us at the beach in Crescent City, Jacob [brother and law] after we finished the 5k at the Eugene Marathon Weekend, Celebrating Noah's first birthday, the whole crew at summer camp)

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ohno-abug · 1 year

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This is more of a rant than anything. Think of it as my backstory to becoming a mysterious poetry goth girl.

I first found out that I liked writing when I was in the fourth grade (~10 years old) when we had to write a fictional story about a monster. I wrote five pages. I loved it. I started writing in journals, found wattpad :| . Absolutely loved it, any free time was spent reading books. I remember the first series I really loved was The Maze Runner.

I started losing interest in writing when I started getting bullied. I was teased for not talking a lot, wearing dark colors, eating too much, not wearing shorts or tank tops, liking rock music. About a year after I found out how much I liked writing, I found my favorite band, Bring Me The Horizon. I was also very into Black Veil Brides, especially Knives and Pens. I started liking music more than writing, because it wasn't as noticeable.

Then, we were learning poetry. Long story short, I did not understand poetry until I was 17 years old. So, I was very frustrated and started hating anything that involved reading. Then, it was reading long books that I didn't have any interest in. It was typical stuff, the wolf story that saves the trip and did that really long journey, and How To Kill A Mockingbird. I think there were others, but they were the most popular books I was forced to read.

I studied poetry in all of my English classes from 5th grade (10-11 years old) to 11th grade (16-17 years old). In 12th grade (17-18 years old) I decided to chance it and dual enroll in a community college class. My GPA was already pretty bad, so it couldn't hurt it anymore than it already was. In this English class through the college, it was focused on writing styles, the goal was to write five essays, 2-3 pages, mixture of MLA and APA formats. I hadn't touched anything involving essays since middle school (~13 years old). But, I excelled, like perfect scores on four of the essays, and almost perfect on one. This class reignited my love for writing and reading again, but in a more mature and dignified way, a little less than 10 years after the first time.

During that class, where I was reading the course book about formats, reading the required materials that were relevant and interesting, researching my own sources for the essays, I was reading books in my own time. Before this class, I hadn't finished a novel since I was around 14 or 15. And even then, I remember it being so hard and finishing a book became a chore.

But, during that English class, where I had to write five essays, I managed to start and finish two novels, while taking another high school class, and working part time. I was turning down eating dinner with my family just to finish one of the books. I took the other book on vacation with me and finished it while my mom was complaining about how long I was taking!

Then, the class was over. And life happened. My childhood dog got even more sick, I was being bullied at work, I got offered a job somewhere else, took it, classmates on instagram where having the time of their lives (it seemed) on winter break, while I was barely able to keep up with what was going on. It's about two weeks after winter break ended now. My dog is doing a little bit better. I quit my last job, and am now settling into my new job. I only have two more high school classes to do to graduate. But, I really want to read and write, want to go hiking, want to garden, want to move on with my life. I can't wait to get done with high school and be able to live better. I think college is going to be easier and more fun for me than having to constantly ask my teachers and counselors where are my grades? What dates are graduation? Is there anything else I need to do? When did this get added? Why didn't you tell me I needed to do this?

I've been disappointed with public school for a long time. I hate it. I hate most of the teachers, the students, the work. It's hard to go to work and be treated like an adult in my mid 20s, then the next day teachers think I have nothing going on in my life and don't understand how the real world works and can so attend a mandatory meeting during work hours.

(Literally just checked my email. Picture day is less than two weeks away, during the time where I am at work. Thankfully, it's not mandatory to graduate. Like, seriously?)

I hope once I graduate, I will refind my hobbies and start to love life. Until then, I'm going to pretend like I'm a college going mysterious poetry goth girl(which I definitely am).

#backstory #long post #rant post #no structure #little bit embarrassing #might edit later #much much later #mort

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local-spoon-does-a-thing · 3 years

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Stress

[(Platonic) TFP! Optimus Prime x Reader]

A/N: So this was just a little vent fic I needed to do since school is going to start up tomorrow and I am not ready for it. Sorry if it's bad, but then again, it's a vent fic. Also I finally decided to watch Transformers Prime and I really like it.

Ah yes, it was back to school day. Winter break had unfortunately passed by way too quickly for anyone’s liking, but what else could they do? For you, the first day was always so dreadful. At least you only have one more year left before you enter college. Until then, you were stuck with kids you didn’t want to be around, dreadful school lunch, and assignment anxiety. Luckily, you got to go to school with Jack and Miko. You never really knew them at first but after getting caught up in an incident between the Decepticons and Autobots, you got to meet Raf and soon, your bonds with them grew (the Fearsome Foursome as Miko would call you guys).

It was your last period before school ended. You were absolutely waiting for the moment when you got to ride with Optimus, as he was your guardian. Sure, he was a busy ‘Bot, but he always managed to make time with you. You stared out the window at the driveway, feeling excited with which shenanigan was going to take place today. But you were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts when you hear your name get called by the teacher.

“[Y/N], do you have your assignment?” The teacher questioned as she had a stack of papers resting in her arms. Oh, son of a- you’ve forgotten to do your assignment throughout the break since you were too caught up in having fun with your friends. Then again, who the hell assigns homework on winter break? It’s called a break for a reason. Twiddling your thumbs guiltily, you shook your head no and swallowed a lump in your throat. Please don’t get detention, please don’t get detention, please-

“[Y/N] you had all of winter break to finish your assignment. You’re a 12th grader, please be more responsible. You have detention after class.” She said as she went to her desk and put the sheets of paper down. You could feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you heard the teacher resume the class and lesson. Oh great, you lost homework credit and got detention. That assignment had 50 points and it went down the drain! Welp, guess it was time to say goodbye to your grade. You felt a cloud of pessimism shadow over your head as you did your best to pay attention to what was on the whiteboard. Time slowly passed by and finally, the school bell rang. As the students rushed out of the classroom, you slowly made your way out of the room as well and instead of walking out of school, you walked to the detention room. You gave a quick message to Jack to tell the others that you were in detention. Once the text had been sent, you entered the detention classroom and sat all the way in the back row, next to the big window.

For some reason, time seemed to drag on even more slowly. There were a few students in the room, but they were either asleep or doing their homework. You might as well do your homework as well since there was nothing else to do. As you fetched your utensils and the sheet of work, in the corner of your eye you saw a blue and red semi-truck waiting on the driveway. You couldn’t tell, but you could feel the old leader’s gaze resting on you through the window. You prayed with all your might to not get lectured tonight since you weren’t in the mood for it. You know that he means well, but it was still irritating. Clicking your pen, you looked back down at your paper and tried to solve an equation. Unfortunately, with the heavy gaze still on you and the worry of his lecture and disappointment, you got little to nothing done on your work.

Once you were able to leave, you packed all of your stuff and quickly left the building, soon making your way towards the semi-truck. You kept your eyes on the ground as the door flung open and you entered the passengers side. As soon as the door slammed shut, the engine came to life and you two made your way back to the base. The ride was pretty quiet as your hands rested on your lap. You refused to look away from your lap and continued to brace yourself for the lecture.

“[Y/N]...” Ah, there it was. After a moment passed by, you looked up at the radio and waited for him to continue. “Jack told me that you had detention. Care to explain why?”

Ah scrap, here we go again. You sunk into your seat and crossed your arms before answering his question. “Um, I forgot to do my assignment. That’s it, I swear.”

You could hear a faint sigh coming from his radio, though you couldn’t tell if it was a sigh of relief or a sigh of disappointment. No other words were exchanged as the ride continued on. After some more time passed by, you two were back at the base. You grabbed your backpack and got out as Optimus transformed out of his vehicle mode. You looked up at him as he looked down at you, his expression unreadable. You then went on to make your way towards the couch upstairs, but you were stopped once you heard Optimus’ voice once again.

“[Y/N], please take caution on when your assignments are due. I worry that you won’t be able to graduate at this rate.”

There wasn’t much to say at that statement. You just gave him another guilty look and nod before continuing to make your way towards the couch. You could hear Miko tease about you getting attention while Jack told her off. Raf offered help for your homework, but you politely declined. As the trio went down to hang out with the other bots, you stayed at the couch and twirled the pen in between your fingers as you tried to complete your homework. Okay, maybe you did need help. Though, it was too late to ask for any just as you went on to decline it. Your pride got in your way once more. Plus, Raf was having fun with the others and you didn’t want to spoil that. The dark cloud that loomed over your head had yet to disappear but instead, it continued to grow as each second passed by. You furrowed your eyebrows and glared intensely at the equation you were stuck on. If it were possible, there would’ve been a hole going straight through your homework as your stare was that intense. For some goddamn reason, you couldn’t concentrate on anything. Your mind and thoughts kept jumping from the time you got detention to the time you had your ride with Optimus. It was honestly very frustrating and you could blow up with anger at any given second. The sounds of the ‘Bots and your friends having fun at the other side of base didn’t help you either.

Eventually, you tossed the pen on the table and leaned back into the couch. You stared up at the ceiling above you and let out a deep sigh. Ratchet took notice of your sigh and took a brief moment to look at you. You looked utterly exhausted while your eyebrows were still knitted together. The medic raised an optic and questioned you.

“Is there something wrong, [Y/N]? You look like you’re about to fall apart at any second.”

Lazily, you moved your head to the side and looked at him. By now, you were too tired to even give him a weak, reassuring smile. You just had to hope that Ratchet trusted your word. “No worries, everything is under control.” He didn’t believe you.

“Doesn’t look like it. Are you having problems with your homework? Optimus told me about what happened earlier.”

Of course he would know. You were embarrassed once more and looked back up at the ceiling. You sighed once more and nodded your head, telling him that you were having problems. Ratchet let out a small hum and called for Raf. After you heard the mention of the little boy’s name, your body snapped straight up and you looked at Ratchet with panic. Before you could protest, Raf was with you. You meant no ill intent or offense towards the boy, but you couldn’t believe that you were getting help from a 12 year old.

“[Y/N] needs help with their homework.” Ratchet simply says before going back to work.

Raf nods and sits down next to you. “So, what do you need help with?”

Grabbing the sheet of paper in front of you, you showed him what you needed help on. You then stop him before you could begin solving the equation. “It’s not that I don’t know how to solve it. It’s just...it’s kinda hard to concentrate, y’know? I think I’m having one of those days.”

And Raf did understand. Everyone had one of those days where they couldn’t focus. But that didn’t make you stupid. All you wanted to do was spend time with the others, especially Optimus since one, he was your guardian. And two, Decepticon activity has been exceptionally high lately and even though he picks you up from school almost every single day, you still wanted to be with him.

“I understand, but maybe you should take a break before getting back to work. It helps a lot.” Raf suggested but you politely declined. You explained how you wanted to just get everything over with so you could hang out with the others as soon as possible. He wanted to insist, yet he respected your decision. As some time went on, you still couldn’t focus on what was happening. The young boy continued to try to explain to you the equation, but in the end you gave up. Optimus had just finished his duties and returned to the base. He laid his optics upon you and made his way towards you. Now, he could fully see the frustration and irritation written on your face as you aggressively clicked your pen.

“Is something the matter, [Y/N]?” The old Bot asked.

“[Y/N]’s having a hard time concentrating. We haven’t even finished a single problem yet.” Raf answered for you.

“Hmm, I see. [Y/N], get ready. We’re going for a drive.”

You stopped clicking your pen and looked over to Optimus, who was already in his vehicle form. Your shoulders dropped and you tossed the pen back on the table before standing up and stretching your body. You then looked back at the young boy and gave a weak but kind smile. “I’ll be back soon. Just make sure Miko doesn’t spill anything on my homework.” You tell him before waving and making your way back down.

Once you entered the vehicle, he drove his way out of the base and went outside. It was starting to become night time and there was a lovely sunset on the horizon. The gloomy cloud that was now a storm started to drift away from your head and you could feel yourself relax. It was quiet, but you liked it. One of the many things you could appreciate from Optimus was that you two would just have comfortable silences together and you loved it. You tapped on the window and signalled for him to roll it down and once he did, you stuck your head out and rested your chin on top of the door. The breeze nicely hit your face and ran through your hair. Everything was instantly better now. It was quiet for a while, but Optimus finally decided to talk to you after seeing how relaxed you are now.

“It seems that you are calm now. I’m glad that I could be of some use.” He chuckled. “Is there anything on your mind? Anything you want to...vent, as you call it?”

It took a moment for you to reply. You were contemplating on whether to tell him or not. You didn’t want to bring him down with your problems yet then again, you could really vent out right now. And so you did.

“I- um, I don’t know why, but it’s just so difficult for me to focus. I can’t focus in class, on my homework, and I couldn’t even finish a single problem. I’m always so forgetful and even when I set up reminders on my phone and what not, I always forget. I don’t get or understand why. Is there something wrong with me? Am I just dumb?”

At this question, Optimus slowed down and came to a full stop. Thankfully, the two of you were in the middle of nowhere. If he could, he would place you on his shoulder while stargaze under the night sky. Unfortunately, he would be at risk of getting his cover blown.

“You are not dumb. Having trouble focusing or remembering does not make you dumb. But if you truly feel that there is something wrong with you, I highly recommend that you either see Ratchet or another professional. Just know that the Autobots and the other children will be here to support you. I know that things may seem tough right now, but you must trudge through. Things will get better soon, I promise you.”

Just like that, your worries melted away. Optimus has never broken a promise and he doesn’t plan on breaking one any time soon. You know that you can trust him and you’ve taken every one of his words to heart. Nothing else needed to be said as a relieved smile entered your face. You leaned back into the seat and rested the temple of your head against the door before shutting your eyes.

“Thank you, Optimus. Thank you for being here for me.”

“Always, [Y/N].”

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danijimenezv · 3 years

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Jill Valentine: All About the Past

Date of Birth: February 14th, 1992

Place of Birth: Manhattan, New York

Home: Valentine-Westbrook Estate, in the outskirts of Manhattan.

Family: She’s the third child of Haley (née Westbrook) and Matthew Valentine, and the second daughter. The oldest, Lucas Valentine, was born on January 12th, 1882, followed by Katherine Valentine, born on March 16th, 1884. The youngest, Ivy Valentine, was born on April 18th, 1994.

Growing up, Jill was a total daddy’s girl. And the Valentine girls had Matthew completely wrapped around their little fingers. He would go to the ends of the Earth if his girls asked him to. She wasn’t as close with her mother; the two of them had similar strong character, so they usually clashed, but their relationship was still strong. All of that was until the moment Jill decided to pursue human medicine instead of veterinary medicine, like she was supposed to. Her decision created a huge rift between them, and although they didn’t disown her and still paid for her education, her parents didn’t save their comments to themselves. Both of them, but especially her mother, made sure that she understood how disappointed they were in her. They thought she was throwing away her life, all they had built for her. Jill got used to those resentful comments and passive-aggressive remarks, but they still did their fair share of damage, and her relationship with her parents was never the same after that.

Jill is much closer with her older brother than with any of her sisters, because they share the most similarities, but the four of them are tight-knit. Lucas is ten years older than her, and the considerable age-gap caused their relationship to be as smooth as it could get between siblings. Since the moment she was born, Jill became Luke’s little princess, he spoils her immensely and he’s defensive and overprotective when it comes to her. In turn, Luke became Jill’s hero, and she looks up to him for absolutely everything. And when the time came, Luke was the one to really believe and support her, unlike their parents.

Her relationship with Katherine varies from time to time. Kat is eight years older than Jill, and acts as a protective and bossy older sister as much as she can. The age-gap is enough so they don’t exactly fight for possessions or games like a pair of sisters would. Though, much to Jill’s dismay, Katherine is almost an exact copy of their mother, so she clashes with her more than with the rest of her siblings. It also doesn’t help that Jill grew up being constantly compared to Katherine, so there’s a residual resentment underneath that make their relationship rocky from time to time. Still, the two love each other deeply and would do anything for one another.

With Ivy, the dynamic shifted, because she was no longer dealing with older siblings; with her, Jill became the older sister. she’s two years older than Ivy. She’s protective and defensive of her, but without being overbearing like their two older siblings would. Being closest in age, they shared most moments growing up and bonded over their similar experiences together. Between them, existed the usual fights for toys, games, clothes and make-up that didn’t exist with the other two, but also a better understanding of what the other was experiencing. Still, while Jill is a close copy of their older brother, Ivy resembles Katherine more, so they clash from time to time.

Jill grew up in a privileged home, as part of a wealthy family. Though, her parents didn’t want a nanny to raise their kids, so they got involved as much as they could and were really hands-on. They had a butler, Roman, that was just as involved as their parents, but never stepped in as a replacement for them. She grew up with three siblings, two older and one younger, in the family estate, in the outskirts of Manhattan.

Coming from a traditional family with old money, Jill’s upbringing was different from what anyone expected; it was a pretty strict environment. As per custom, at the age of six, each Valentine has to take a set of important decisions, established from generation to generation; they have to choose an artistic skill to develop, a music instrument, a language to study and a sport, so all of them would be educated in every area. Jill chose dancing, piano, French and tennis, respectively. And, coming from a family of veterinarians, at the age of ten each Valentine gets a pet, so they can learn to be responsible and mature from a young age; each of them are in charge of everything their pet might need, including food, exercise, medicines, etc. Jill’s first pet was a cat named Theo.

Even though she’s from a wealthy family, Jill was taught to do chores and earn everything by herself. She was taught to cook the basics, do laundry, sweep, vacuum, wash dishes, clean bathrooms, dust, mop, iron clothes, mow the lawn… And once she turned fifteen, she was also expected to work half-time two days a week at the Veterinary Hospital with her parents, to learn about hard work. She had a trust-fund, but she never used it because she only spent what she had truly earned.

Growing up, she also struggled with really connecting with people outside of her family. Because of her vibrant personality, Jill got along with everyone, but she only considered one of them her true friend, Hunter Griffin. Hunter and Jill became inseparable from the moment they met, when they were merely five years-old, and their friendship only grew stronger with time, and she was sure Hunter loved her for exactly who she was, that’s why it was easy to open up to him. Jill always hated how most of people either wanted her for her family’s fame or money, or expected her to be a clone of her older sister, so she learned to not get too attached to people, friendship-wise and relationship-wise.

All in all, it was a pretty strict and intense environment. It didn’t help that, in her eyes, her older sister, Katherine, was apparently perfect in every aspect, and Jill always felt like she was living in her sister’s shadow, being constantly compared to her. All of it combined only prompted Jill’s partying habit to break out, as a coping mechanism. And even if she partied up as a teenager, she was always the responsible one, never drinking nor doing drugs, but simply letting loose.

Even though Jill lived to her party girl reputation, she kept up her grades close to perfect, which was the main reason her parents could never ground her for going to any and every party and staying out all she wanted. She attended Léman Manhattan Preparatory School with perfect record. She kept up her GPA and was appointed Valedictorian and Prom Queen, just like the rest of her siblings and family members before them. As a teen socialite, she was constantly bothered by paparazzi and also quite under the spotlight, so every little thing she did ended up being public knowledge, to the point where she’s also been photographed for a few magazine issues. She was a debutante, like it was custom for everyone in her family, and has attended more balls, galas, reunions and charity events than any normal teenager. Though, even if she gained quite a reputation, in public events with her family she’s always been seen as polite, diplomatic, elegant, and downright charismatic, which earned the media’s favor.

Most of it continued all the way to college. She moved away from New York when she was accepted into Harvard; however, she wasn’t a known public figure in Boston, which was something she welcomed deeply, so she finally earned some peace and privacy. She toned down her party girl habits to only from time to time when she felt like it, and instead focused mainly on her studies. Jill quickly became the top student of her class and graduated with honors, part of it because it was something she was passionate about, and another part of it to prove her parents that this was the path for her.

From the moment she turned fifteen, her family set them up with one of her classmates, from another well-known family. His name was Augustus Danvers. The two of them got along great and even though they both tried to make it work, for their families’ sakes, they quickly discovered they didn’t have any actual romantic feelings for one another. Their first time was with each other, but not because there were feelings; it was more because they were used to each other and wanted to get over the curiosity. After that, they came to an agreement, to keep it an open relationship, where both of them could see other people and date whoever they wanted, but for family gatherings and social events, they pretended to be together. Even though they weren’t really together, they agreed to break-up, secretly, during winter break in their senior year, and later amicably broke-up in public after their prom dance.

It was Jill’s only ‘serious’ relationship. Given that she had learned to not get too attached to people, friendship-wise and relationship-wise because of her family name, she never got too close to anyone, and never felt the true want to commit to a single person. She had a long string of casual dates and hookups, but never an actual relationship. It also didn’t help that, from a young age, Jill was witness to Katherine’s devastating heartbreak after being left at the altar, and since that moment, Jill swore to never let that happen to herself. Though, she’s always honest with anyone she’s seeing about what she wants and what she doesn’t, because she would never get someone’s hopes up just to destroy them. She’s mature enough to know what to say to keep things honest and transparent, drama-free, and when to walk away when it’s not something that works for her or the other person.

Once she moved to Boston, she kept things short and casual with everyone. At Edenbrook, she pursued a friends-with-benefits, no-strings-attached kind of relationship with Bryce Lahela, and even went on a couple of casual dates with Rafael Aveiro. Though, Ethan was the game changer. She didn’t realize she was falling for him until it was too late and there was no going back.

Bonus:

A few of Jill’s magazine appearances

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soleilsuhh · 3 years

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oh yes! i do teach in real life, it's just that i'm a student tutioning other junior students >.< i teach english, physics, computer science and maths to students between 6-12th grades. (and i'm bisexual so of cOURSE i love the gay kindergarten teacher result-) i wish you luck for your night, i tend to cry to sleep when i watch horror movies before bed lol it's suddenly like autumn winter here, i love it! have a nice day faye :) i love you!! <33 -- ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ anon

ahh that's awesome ! thank youuu, my cat kept me company through the night so it was okay :3 hope you're warm and cozy ! have a beautiful day/night, angel <3 and i love you too ! ^^

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oh-no-my-hand-slipped · 3 years

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A Fever Among Friends

A Sherlock Holmes/Watson Sickfic

November 12th, 1884

Dear Diary,

It has scarcely stopped raining all week. I suppose I should have expected this sort of weather when I moved to London, but it’s still dreadful seeing days upon days of bowed heads and black bumbershoots. Holmes has been very busy, always running out the door with a piece of something or other in his mouth. Most of the people who called upon him this week have been simple jewelry thieves and relations with staff. He scarcely has enough time to let his coat dry before scampering off to yet another house!

I keep telling him that too much work in this terrible weather will make him ill, but like most of my suggestions, the warning fell upon deaf ears. We had such a spat about it that Holmes has taken to slamming about in his office. If he doesn’t stop by midnight, I may have to take a broom handle to the ceiling like an old nursemaid.

Sincerely,

Watson

November 13th, 1884

Dear Diary,

You’ll never guess who came stumbling into the parlor this morning, hacking a cough like the dead! Sherlock bleeding Holmes, Mr. “I never get sick” himself! Instead of putting on a kettle or addressing me as a victor, he buttoned up his coat, put on his hat, and wished me a hoarse good morning before going out into the downpour. Not even breakfast! Not even a spot by the fireplace!

He came back a few hours later, he came back, soaked to the very bone, tugging at an odd necklace I had never seen him wear before.

“One of my clients,” he replied upon my inquiry, “thought I was ill due to the weather, and claimed these herbs would ‘cure’ me in a matter of minutes. I believe she was senile, that old goat.”

I exclaimed that she was certainly right about one thing, and that though herbs wouldn’t cure him, a few days of rest and warmth will. Holmes shook his head at me, as he usually did when I was right but he couldn’t be bothered to tell me so. But before he could do anything more, turned away and sneezed five or six times into his cloak, each one more explosive than the last. When he turned back to face me, his eyes were watering and his nose was as red as a rose.

I don’t know if it is because of my profession, or perhaps my nature, but I cannot be angry at a person when they are sick. Any fury I held onto simply melts away. This time was no different. When I saw how wretched Holmes had become, I heard myself cluck my tongue as a mother hen does with her chicks.

“My dear Holmes,” I said despite myself, “you sound like you’ve caught something dreadful. You cannot possibly have any call upon that couldn’t wait.”

Holmes said nothing, which is a very bad sign, and I led him to the sofa. I made a blazing fire in the fireplace, and set to work changing him into dry clothes.

I was only on the fourth button when Holmes regained a bit of his former cheekiness.

“Doctor Watson,” he said in a mildly scolding tone, “shouldn’t you at least ask my name first?”

Despite knowing he was joking, I could feel myself blush scarlet. I silently finished undressing him, then plucked a few of his winter pajamas out of the maid’s basket. Holmes was quiet for the most part during this whole affair, only speaking when I was putting on his pants. He had started to make another off-colour joke, but left it hanging in the air.

Once he was dressed, I led him to bed, pausing every once in a while to hand him his handkerchief, which I had a feeling he might need. He shivered violently, even after I tucked his quilt around him, and his teeth chattered, making the most frightful noise.

After letting him rest for a few hours, as his body was obviously exhausted, I checked his temperature. His fever was low-grade, but the chills indicated that it may rise. Only time will tell, however.

Sincerely,

Watson

November 14th, 1884

Dear Diary,

Holmes is a lot sicker than I thought. It seems the cold, rain, exhaustion, and poor eating rituals have finally caught up with him. Luckily, I was wrong about the fever, but at three this morning, Sherlock has these terrible coughing fits that could only be mitigated with several spoonfuls of medicine. Most patients cringe at the taste, but he took it with no issue. His congestion must be severe if he can’t react to that vile liquid.

At about nine, I drew up my courage and made Holmes a cup of tea. Holmes has refused my making of his tea for all the time I’ve known him, claiming that he likes his tea very specific, and that I wasn’t his maid, and how even the angle of the kettle can throw off the taste. However, I knew that he couldn’t make the tea himself, poor thing, and I hoped that the warm steam may soothe his swollen throat.

I waited until Holmes was mostly awake, as I didn’t want to choke him into another coughing fit, and I gave the tea to him. His hands were a little stiff, but he could hold the cup well enough.

Holmes said nothing as he drank it, but when the cup was empty, he sniffled and smiled for the first time that day.

“Watson,” he said to me, “you have many flaws. However, making bad tea is not one of them. Thank you.”

I asked if he wanted another cup, but he had already drifted off. He hasn’t made a sound all day. Perhaps he will be better by tomorrow.

Sincerely,

Watson

November 15th, 1884

Dear Diary,

My God, have things taken a turn for the worse! Sherlock’s fever spiked this morning, and I frequently find him in a fetal position, sobbing about things I can’t get him to explain. His cheeks are flushed, and his throat looks as if someone took a carving knife to it. None of the medicines I have used seem to work, and he is getting more and more distressed by the hour! I have taken to simply moving him to the couch so I can be closer to him while I work - Holmes is the type to do something rash when he’s in this state.

The letters have been coming at a faster and faster rate...it seems that many people in London can’t be bothered to file a report. No wonder Sherlock is so out of sorts! In the last three days, twenty letters are “urgent,” and another ten are “at your earliest convenience.” Only two or three take into account the seriousness of our service. I am going to have a talk with Scotland Yard about referring these layabouts to us! Oh, poor, poor, Holmes! I can’t stand it!

Sincerely,

Watson

November 16th, 1884

Dear Diary,

Holmes’ fever finally broke last night. His nightmares have ceased, and he finally seems on the path to getting well. His cough, however, has been replaced by unrelenting congestion. His nose is almost maroon, and it’s constantly at work, sniffling and sneezing and running like a river. I must say, Holmes has a rather...interesting sneeze. It starts out normal enough, with a hitched breath, but the ending “choo” is uncharacteristically high-pitched. However, if he’s sneezing in threes, fours, fives, or even sixes, it grows higher and higher, and the resulting final sneeze sounds a bit like a fife. He’s caught me laughing at him a few times - this usually results in a hurried apology and and offer to get more tissues.

On one particular occasion, he asked me what the hell I was laughing about, and I had to tell him that his sneezes sounded absolutely ridiculous - more like a mouse instead of a man. He sniffled, and as if to prove my point, he proceeded to sneeze eight times into his soaked handkerchief. I had to laugh at the absurdity, and Holmes was absolutely beside himself.

“Oh, blast it all!” he yelled, and he threw the empty tissue box at me. I dodged it just in time, and I kept giggling like an idiot. Holmes called me a demon, a bloody bastard, a host of other nasty names, sniffing and sneezing between them. After I had had my fun, I asked if he wanted a cup of tea. He perked up, but still glared at me.

“I subbose,” he had said stuffily. “And a few bore tissues, if you would.”

He tried his best not to sneeze around me after that, but he wouldn’t often succeed. He would shove his nose so deep into a tissue that it sounded like he was drowning in his own snot. I had to promise not to laugh at him so he wouldn’t choke on phlegm.

November 17th, 1884

Dear Diary,

I was talking with Holmes by the fireplace, as he is well enough to move from one place to the next without difficulty. However, we had to bring a weeks worth of handkerchiefs!

Anyway, during Holmes’ recovery, something had always bothered me. Not a single letter had come to ask after his health. I was sure Sherlock had many friends, and, in this small street, I’m sure they knew he was sick. I couldn’t help but ask him why no one has offered wishes of recovery. He sighed, blowed his nose, and put the tissue in the almost full trashbin.

“Watson,” he said, a little melancholy, “I am a bit of a social hummingbird. I frequent a field, and I partake of the flowers, but everything is so deeply rooted that I cannot bother to stay. I move too quickly, and people don’t like being left behind. They stop calling. They stop inquiring. They stop writing. And I forget about them, Watson, because I’ve gotten all I needed from them. Just a bit of nectar to keep myself going. However, I much prefer my own figurative feeder, which I have in my office. The only reason I go out at all is to stretch my wings and to make sure I don’t get too fat to fly.”

Another question soon pressed upon my mind.

“Well, then what does that make me?” I asked.

Holmes laughed. “I have been asking that question the entire time we’ve known each other, and the thing is, I haven’t the slightest idea. We are freaks of nature, I suppose, like a dog getting along with a cat. Or, more accurately, a hummingbird getting along with a tortoise.”

I was a bit offended at being called a tortoise, and Sherlock soon heard of my indignation. He grinned and asked what I would rather be. I, of course, said a lion - a brave but kindhearted lion. Sherlock snorted and said I had been reading too many storybooks.

“Male lions,” he said, “are nasty creatures. They will kill cubs born from other lions, fight and destroy for dominance, and sleep twenty hours a day! They aren’t kings! At the very least, they’re the jester!”

Holmes is definitely getting better, but I’m not sure I like it.

November 18th, 1884

Dear Diary,

I woke up to the sound of the kettle whistling. Holmes was making tea, which wouldn’t bother me in the slightest, but he was fixing it at five in the morning. Holmes was back, whether I liked it or not.

Sherlock asked if I wanted to join him, and I reluctantly grabbed a teacup from the cupboard. We had tea on the sofa, him and I. I was scarcely halfway through with it before I felt a tickle in my nose. Before I could find a tissue, I sneezed heartily, almost knocking over the kettle, which Holmes has set between us. He took out a tissue, which was tucked in his pajama pocket, and handed it to me.

“Oh, Watson,” he said in a tone I had never heard from him before, “are you feeling alright?”

I tried to answer, but I could only cough and sniff. He put a hand on my forehead, drawing it back with a quiet gasp.

“You’re burning up like a fire, Watson! My God, you really have caught something! But I...hm.”

Holmes cut himself off, and I’m still not sure what he was going to say. After thinking for a moment, he took a blanket that was draped over the sofa and put it over my shoulders.

“If you feel half as bad as I did, you’re sure in for a treat,” he muttered in a sarcastic manner. “I suppose I should stay with you, shouldn’t I? To make sure you don’t keel over, I suppose. I still need an assistant, and I haven’t the time to find a new one. And a corpse wouldn’t do, no no...”

I tried to laugh, but my head felt too heavy. I’m not quite sure what happened next - I had fallen asleep around that time - but I woke up with a quilt around me and Sherlock trying to feed me soup. I coughed and sputtered, and the Great Sherlock Holmes, who I have seen kiss other people’s wives without shame, apologized profusely and fussed about like he was my mother.

“You know, I am sorry I gave you my cold,” he had said, picking up the spoon and wiping it off with his coat. “I am not nearly the doctor you are.”

I had chuckled, or at least as much as I could, and shrugged my shoulders.

“What’s a fever between friends, Holmes?”

Sherlock shot me the wryest look I have ever seen, and went back to cleaning my spoon. It seems I’m picking up his sense of humor.

Sincerely,

Watson

Story inspired by: @yumestar19 @sheepynsneezy and @uhh-what

I hope you like it as much as I do! Don’t worry, there are plenty of sneezes to go around!

#ohnos fics #snzm #snzblr #snz things #snzfic #snzario #snz thoughts #snz kink #sneeze #sneeze kink #whump fic #original writing #writing

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salemroleplayhq · 3 years

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❝Far away from your trouble and worries; you belong somewhere you feel free.❞

MEET…

Josephine ‘Jo’ Carter

Age: 34

Birthday: June 12th, 1987

Gender/Pronouns: Cis Female, She/Her

Hometown: Salem, MA

Length of time in Salem: born and raised in Salem; relocated to Boston at the age of twenty; she’s only been back in Salem for about two weeks

Occupation: Third grade teacher at Witchcraft Heights

Faceclaim: AJ Cook

THEIR STORY

Jo’s upbringing was as close to picture perfect as they come. Her parents loved her and her younger sister more than anything in the world, and the two never wanted for anything. The family wasn’t incredibly wealthy by any means, but they were perfectly comfortable. Her dad worked full time as a professor at Salem State University, and their mom was a nurse at North Shore Medical Center. She grew up doing gymnastics and tumbling, and she was always a straight A student. The Carters were a textbook definition of an all-American family.

Jo’s high school years started out just as smooth sailing as the earlier years of her life had been. She joined the cheerleading squad, so not surprisingly, she fell in with the popular crowd. She fell in love at fifteen with a boy she would’ve sworn she would spend the rest of her life with. She was on the honor roll. But her senior year, things shifted. That winter, just after school had let out for break, there was a party. Everyone had been drinking, and she and her boyfriend had been fighting. And it just sort of... happened. She cheated. Even worse, she found out she was pregnant just a few weeks later. There was no doubt in her mind that it was Everett’s. It was the only time in her whole life she hadn’t been protected. Jo didn’t have a choice; she had to let her boyfriend know she’d been unfaithful, and that she wound up with a baby that wasn’t his. It broke him. And even though she was the only one to blame, that broke her.

The breakup was hard, but she survived. She was becoming a mother, she had to. Jo made the decision to take a few years off before going to college to focus on raising their daughter, Emerson. Shortly after she was born, Everett moved to Boston so that he could go to school. And a couple years later when he got a place of his own, Jo and Emmy joined him there. Once Emmy started preschool, she finally picked up where she left off and continued her education. She graduated a few years later, being hired at a local elementary school as a kindergarten teacher. She went on to marry Everett, and their daughter was thriving. Things were never too exciting, but they were good. Until one day, they just... weren't.

She could never pinpoint the exact moment things shifted, but after a few years of marriage, Jo could feel Everett pulling away. He was always there, it just didn’t feel like he was. Jo always suspected it was an affair, until one day after he had been drinking, it all spilled out. The older Emerson got, the more she started to resemble Jo’s high school boyfriend, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that his little girl just wasn’t his. Jo snuck a hair from her daughter’s brush and sent in a DNA test to appease her husband, fully expecting them to come back as a match. But they didn’t. Emmy wasn’t Everett’s, and he was crushed. He walked out on the pair before Jo even had time to process the news, and she hasn’t seen him since.

Since being left by her husband a few months ago, Jo has done her best to keep it together. She hasn’t found a way to break the news to Emerson quite yet, and as much as the guilt is tearing her apart, right now her top priority is making sure she keeps her teenage daughter from falling apart after being inexplicably abandoned by her dad. Jo really wanted to continue living in Boston after the split so that she didn’t have to shake up Emerson’s life even more, but she knew that with a kindergarten teacher’s salary, staying where they were at wasn’t feasible long term. So two weeks ago, the two relocated back to Salem, and she’s hoping this fresh start can give everyone a little bit of time to heal.

PERSONALITY

+ Nurturing, independent, protective

- Self-critical, impulsive, guarded

Jo is played by ELIZABETH.

#josephine carter #f #all #oc rp #town rp #city rp #lsrpg #original rp

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loverofallthingssmart · 3 years

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its april 1st which is flynn's birthday which means it's flynn day which means i will be ranking all of her outfits because they are a fashion icon and we should appreciate them more....

.......well this is part one (aka 12th-7th) because tumblr has a ten image limit and part two is in the reblogs

12. last place- "wake up" intro outfit

you see that doggie purse that flynn has...yeah keep an eye on it..it comes up later. as for the rating, okay listen this is cute!! it's cute!! the jacket and the caution belt are cute!! but really the only things that carry this outfit are flynn's accessories like their rainbow choker and her bracelets and you can't see them but their "what" and "where" earrings like WOW. her jean shorts are very nice but overall, this is her first look and i wouldn't look at it twice so i'd give it a 3/10

11. "i got the music" school day outfit

this outfit makes me want to give her a hug so bad. with the hot pink beanie to the light pink jeans can you tell what my favorite color is? and the hearts on her shirt , the multicolored choker like wow she's just so wonderful i love her (not to mention doggie purse sighting number 2!!) also this is by far the closest outfit that would match with carrie AND in the episode that gave us iconic flarrie scenes like did anyone say flarrie rights? unfortunately, she has worn way cuter outfits than this so i can only rate it a 4/10

10. -"flying solo" the pep rally (technically this is from bright but this outfit was THE flying solo outfit so shhhh)

it's very cute!!!!!!! listen, it's super cute!!! the red shirtand then the overall dress with one sleeve off and their shorts poking out like YES we love to see it!!! unfortunately, this is like the only outfit i see her in like everywhere on tumblr (which no hate, like y'all are so valid i mean look at it) so i am now very neutral on it, 4/10

9. "bright" the school day before the rally

i really don't have any words besides, I LOVE. the hat is everything, and the red with the jacket? not to mention the high knee socks? her rings?? it's genuinely the world to me. only ranked lower because the more i look at it, the more i cannot BELIEVE the things flynn wears in california heat. 5/10

8. "edge of great" dance class performance

one. is that a brown dude??? two. love how flynn is wearing her dress OVER a separate outfit we love a good layering moment. and although the scalloped neckline and the dress overall is pretty.. on top of the multicolor it looks okay...nothing too wonderful really. flynn's iconic accessories like the black choker and their trademark lock necklace are really compelling me to boost it but overall something i feel like i would've in 4th grade during winter when i had to layer underneath my school uniform, again, how does she withstand california heat dressed like that? 5/10.

7. "finally free" finally free fit

return of the doggie purse (number 3!!) and the earrings from her first outfit which is wonderful like they really made sure flynn was a normal teenager because she has the same accesories in most outfits of theirs like ugh. same bestie...iconic. anyway, although the belt buckle belt makes a compelling argument, overall outfit 6/10. it's cute but it's not the carrie's fit from "all eyes on me" nor is it julie's fit from this scene.

continued in the next reblog.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp flynn #2 am ramblings #my post #i am correct on all of these despite having a complete lack of a fashion sense so <3 #DONT RB YET WAIT ONE MIN FOR ME TO ADD THE OTHERS AND THEN RB OR ELSE 🔪🔪#long post tw #image heavy

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