#like WHY is science party not even just a LITTLE more popular

[steddieas-shegoes]

A little thing based on this post because it wouldn’t leave my brain:

“I just don’t understand why you won’t try to read it.”

Steve had heard Dustin say this exact sentence hundreds of times at this point.

“I mean, do you know how to read?”

Mike was an asshole. Steve loved him because he was part of the group and he’d been through the same things, but he was such a dick.

“Yes, I know how to read. I just don’t.”

Dustin rolled his eyes.

“If you don’t wanna read nerd shit just say so.”

Steve threw his arms up in frustration.

Steve was a nerd at heart. As a child, he would beg the nanny to take him to the library and the science museum that had real dinosaur fossils. There was something about the peace of exiting his reality and finding a new one among fantasy and history that was indescribable, even to this day.

But as he grew into his looks, he grew out of that phase. At least around others.

And with no nanny around to take him places, he settled for just being the popular guy who hung out with his friends after practice and threw parties at his forever empty house on Saturdays.

But secretly, he still found himself enjoying books late into the night. Never school books, or his grades would’ve been good enough for college, but always incredible novels that took him to other worlds with the most impressively brave people.

And then he lived a nightmare. A few times over. With concussions at every turn.

Now, anytime he tried to read, his head started pounding, his vision got blurry, and ears would start ringing. He stopped trying altogether after Starcourt, but he’d never really let go his love of books.

He occasionally let Robin read to him, but she would get distracted by a plot or character and go on a tangent, leaving Steve confused about what the actual story was. He hated being confused.

“Stevie, you got a minute?”

Eddie had been watching from his spot at the end of the table, where he’d been cleaning up the mess of D&D. He usually made the kids do it, but he’d let them off the hook tonight when they beat the monster and escaped his trap.

Steve and Eddie were friends, definitely. Maybe not close ones, but friends.

Steve had a little crush, definitely. Or a big one. Maybe.

So when Eddie shows him attention, he somewhat shamefully receives it like he’s dying of thirst in a desert.

Robin is the only one who’s noticed so far, but if he keeps acting like a dog being called by his master anytime Eddie talks to him, someone else will comment on it.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Steve asked as he made his way to Eddie.

The kids took this time to talk amongst themselves about the game and what they think will happen next week, and Steve couldn’t have been more grateful.

“You don’t have to tell me, but.” Eddie was tapping his fingers nervously against his leg. “Do you not know how to read?”

“Uh. No I do. I mean I graduated high school. I know it’s hard to believe.”

“Not judging if you can’t, man. I mean, I took three senior years. I’m the last person who can judge.”

“Yeah, but you’re smart. You just didn’t like school,” Steve replied with a pat to his shoulder.

Eddie glanced down at the contact, eyebrow raising and then falling back to normal quickly.

“Just seems like you’d have read something by now to get them off your ass.”

And that’s a really good point. Maybe he should’ve just suffered through a migraine so they’d leave him alone about it.

But migraines left him out for days sometimes, and he couldn’t exactly afford that right now.

“I guess it’s just not worth the migraine.”

He hadn’t meant to actually say it. He didn’t want Eddie to feel bad or for him to try to make him feel better about it or ask questions or talk about the concussion thing.

Actually, did he even know about the concussion thing? Things?

“You get migraines when you try to read?” Then realization hit Eddie hard. “Steve. Do you like reading?”

Something about the way Eddie was looking at him, like he was sad for him but not pitying him, made Steve want to cry.

“I used to, yeah.”

“Everyone out! Your parents are gonna have to come get you! No questions, no explanations, go!” Eddie yelled to the room.

Everyone stared blankly at him before they started protesting, Dustin loudest of all.

“Steve’s my ride!”

“Not anymore. Hitch a ride with Lucas.”

“But Lucas’ mom always squeezes my cheeks and tells me she hopes I never lose my baby fat.”

“She speaks for all of us. Get the hell out of here!”

Steve was actually impressed. Maybe a little turned on? God, he was a disaster.

As everyone cleared out of the room, Eddie patted the seat next to him. When Steve sat down, Eddie scooted his chair so close to him, his knees were touching Steve’s.

“Alright, so you’re gonna tell me about what books you like and what books you want to read and we’re gonna get started.”

Steve blinked at him. “Huh?”

“You have a list I’m sure.”

“Yeah, but…”

“Okay, then we better get started.”

“I mean, I’ve tried. I appreciate it, but even focusing on one page makes my eyes burn and my head hurt.”

“Got that. I’m not asking you to read.”

Sometimes Steve was worried the concussions had actually knocked some screws loose. He wasn’t getting it.

“I’m gonna read to you, Stevie.”

“You don’t have to do that. I’m sure a lot of them will be movies and I can just watch them.”

“It’s not the same. You know it’s not.”

He was right. Steve didn’t have much patience for movies. And sometimes even those gave him migraines if there were a lot of bright lights and explosions.

“Yeah. But still. You don’t have to do that. You might not even like the books.”

“Ah, this isn’t a completely free service, my liege.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I don’t have extra money to pay you, dude.”

“Not money. I get to pick a book to read to you when we finish the first book you pick.”

“Is it The Hobbit?”

“It is,” Eddie looked so smug.

“Well, that was my first choice,” Steve stared back, equally as smug.

“So, your house is empty.”

“Yep.”

“And I’m assuming you own this book.”

“I do.”

“And it’s getting late.”

Steve looked out the window at the pitch black skies.

“It’s late.”

“So I could stay and read you to sleep.”

“Won’t I miss some of the book?”

“I’ll stop when you’re asleep.”

Steve’s heart was practically begging him to say yes. Eddie reading to him in his bed? Possibly falling asleep together? Maybe even waking up together? It couldn’t be a better proposition. Well. It could.

“Will you stay even if I fall asleep?”

Eddie smirked. “If that’s what you want, sweetheart.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d called Steve that, but it was the first time it felt like he meant it in a non-teasing way.

“Okay.”

So they both changed into some of Steve’s comfy clothes, got into his bed, and Eddie started reading The Hobbit.

Just as he was during D&D and real life, Eddie was animated, providing different voices for different characters and often giving long pauses to let Steve soak in what the words meant.

Steve didn’t even have to ask him to do that. He just did.

Steve fell asleep somewhere between halfway and the end of chapter two, but Eddie stayed.

And they woke up the next day with Steve’s head resting on Eddie’s chest, Eddie’s arms wrapped around him to keep him as close as possible.

They finished the The Hobbit in a week, and because Eddie was now committed to making sure Steve was well-read, they started moving through his list rapidly, falling for each other in new ways every time Eddie turned a page.

Part 2 (Angst)  / Part 2 (Fluffy) /  Part 2 (Explicit)

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #tumblr drabbles #ao3fic #headcanon #secret nerd Steve Harrington

[flowerbxuquet]

Enemies with benefits

Lottie matthews x fem!reader

WARNINGS: SMUT, 16+, degrading, Lottie is out of character, she’s a bitchy mean girl in this (actually just a scared pookie)

A/N: got a little carried away w this one guys i can’t lie..it’s 18.6k words….

Your heart is pounding.

It’s just a scrimmage, you shouldn’t be so serious about this but there’s only one reason you’re taking it so serious.

Lottie fucking Matthews is on your tail.

Lottie and you have been rivals for years and I mean YEARS. Ever since elementary school, Lottie was social and popular, while you were quite the opposite, shy and unknown. Lottie was also one of the richest families in town, you couldn’t say the same.

That always caused a certain distaste between you two. You two competed in everything, math, science, art, sports. That’s the whole reason you joined soccer, to beat and be better than Lottie.

You guys had been enemies for quite some time, until one night. Jackie was hosting a party and Lottie got super drunk, the both of you were shit faced and ended up drunkenly hooking up.

After it happened twice and then a third time..and then a fifth time. You both agreed to be enemies with benefits, you guys would act normal in public. Shitty to each other like usual, but in private if you needed to relieve stress, it was fair game.

Lottie elbows you in your side, knocking the wind out of you. Completely against the rules to touch another player as her leg swipes the ball away from you with a laugh.

“Good luck on the bench when coach sees how you’ve been playing lately!” Lottie calls out, not loud enough for Ben or Jackie to hear, otherwise they certainly wouldn’t have allowed the negative talk.

You growl in anger, huffing and puffing. Not even bothering to run after Lottie as your legs burn, Lottie’s running towards the goal and eventually makes it in.

Lottie plays aggressively during the practice, forty five damn minutes of her snarky remarks, teasing glances, and taking the ball from you at opportunity.

After a tiring practice, it’s finally over. Coach Ben hands out waters to everyone and dismisses the girls to the locker room.

You walk to the changing room. Your two closest friends on the team, Taissa and Van, bid goodbye to you. The door closes and everyone seems to be gone except for you as you start stripping yourself of your shirt.

You pull back on your regular clothes, gasping when you turn your head and have a heart attack at the sight of Lottie Matthews. You thought everyone was gone but she was leaning against the wall, a coy smirk on her face.

You hated how that damn smirk made you feel.

She doesn’t take her uniform off, just leans forwards and rests her chin on her hand with an arrogant smirk on her face as she watches you change.

“You think you’re so cute, don’t you? You’re not all that.” She remarks, trying to piss you off for no reason. That was Lottie’s favorite hobby, i mean, seriously, where did that comment even come from?

She knows, deep down, just how cute you actually are, that’s why Lottie even thought of it. But part of being ‘Lottie’ is not letting people know what you actually think.

Lottie couldn’t deny she had been feeling..different towards you lately. She got a bit too drunk during one of your hook ups and you immediately stopped, holding her close while she threw up and cuddling her when she asked.

It was the first time she had remembered when you cuddled her to sleep, Lottie was always a bit drunk that she had no idea you would just hold her instead of having sex when she was too drunk which happened a lot more frequently then she expected.

Lottie had no idea of all the things she’s told and said to you.

But when she did remember, Lottie just excused it as being drunk and acted like she didn’t even remember it. As if she didn’t remember how safe and warm she felt in your arms. When she realized she wanted more than just sex.

“You say the exact opposite whenever you’re drunk and trying to fuck me.” You hiss at her. The other girls had no idea about our little secret so you made sure no one was in the locker room before saying that.

You slam your locker door shut, ready to leave since it’s clear Lottie’s in a pissy mood today and you’re sure she doesn’t want to hook up right now, just be a bitch.

Truly, you felt sorry for the girl. You knew she was only a bitch because she was so rich and alone, her parents never home and leaving her by herself.

You liked the girl she was when she was vulnerable and shy, the few nights where she would be so drunk that you two wouldn’t even have sex.

Lottie would just cuddle you and talk, she never remembered it the next day. You did though.

Lottie told you about her parents and home life, she sounds like she lives a lonely life. Still doesn’t make her any less of a bitch though.

Your words sting to Lottie. They cut deep because they are true.

Lottie is the one who always initiates the hookups. She is the one who always makes the first move.

They’re good and they’re fun, but there’s not a lot of romance involved. Most of the time, no one is sober.

“You’re too needy. Desperate, even.” Lottie snaps. You can tell she wants you, she just doesn’t want you to know that you have the upper hand.

“Then stop trying to fuck me.” You say with a roll of your eyes and huff, not in the mood to entertain Lottie’s delusional tantrums right now.

You grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, you had to walk home because no one could pick you up from practice and it sure as hell was a long ass walk.

And Lottie was just pissing you off.

“I only do it because I feel bad for you.” Lottie speaks with a dismissive smirk.

She’s not going to let you get away that easily. She pushes herself off from the locker and grabs your arm, trying to turn you around to face her.

You huff and turn around, grasping at both of her arms and slamming her against the lockers, pinning her up with a snarl even though you were shorter then her. (Lottie’s tall as fuck so that’s the only reason i added this but if ur taller then her ignore this💀)

“You know what I think, Lottie? I think you like pissing me off because you love how hard it makes me fuck you.”

You whisper seductively, a coy smirk on your face now.

“Don’t think i’ve forgotten. How everytime I have you, you’re begging me to touch you and you whimper and moan like a little slut.”

You watch as she turns as red as a tomato. You know that deep down there’s something more to your on-again-off-again hook-up. But she isn’t ready to talk about it yet and, until she is, you’re going to enjoy antagonizing her.

She squirms around in your grasp, her face a deep red.

You smirk.

“Stop fucking with me, Matthews. Or i’m going to make you forget your own name.”

You whisper seductively in her ear.

“But you’re such a slut, you’d probably like that.” You whisper once more before pulling away, satisfied that you have this power over Lottie as you move to walk away from her again, wanting to tease her and leave her desperate.

She snatches your wrist as you turn around, her eyes now filled with a look of desire as she slowly pulls you back towards her. She wraps her arms around your back, pushing you up against the lockers.

She speaks softly and seductively. “I can make you beg too.”

“Yeah, right.” You smirk and grab her, trying to flip your positions. You cant deny that you blush a bit and your stomach flutters when Lottie pins you to the wall.

You grab her and smash your lips onto hers, it’s not gentle in the slightest, it’s primal and messy as you two make out against the lockers, both of you grasping each other tightly.

It all feels so different now.

The tension between you is almost tangible.

She grabs at you, gripping the fabric of your shirt as she tries to push you back against the locker, her body pressed tightly against yours.

You taste her lip gloss, and it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever experienced.

You push her against the locker wall and press your body against hers, the friction driving you wild as you feel the heat simmering between the two of you.

You grab her and lead her over to the bench, sitting her down while you kneel to her height and kiss her, not wanting to lose the taste of her sweet lip gloss.

You start to kiss down her neck, no one should walk in the locker room since it’s so late in the afternoon but you decided it would be safe to be quick about pleasuring Lottie.

You can feel your heart beating in your chest, your breath coming in steady pants as you slowly drag your lips down her neck.

She closes her eyes and bites her lower lip, giving away just how good you’re making her feel.

Her fingernails gently dig into your shoulders as she starts to squirm underneath you. Her breaths become slightly erratic and you can hear her breathing quicken as you move your lips lower.

“You’re so beautiful.” You whisper softly, not even realizing what you just said until the words slip out of your lips. You’ve complimented her before during sex, calling her “hot” or “sexy.”

But never beautiful..it felt much more intimate and you can tell it surprises Lottie too because she lets out a soft whimper.

You’re completely caught up in the moment, focused solely on making your ‘worst enemy’ feel good. Her body is perfect, it’s hard not to just look at her.

You kiss her inner thigh and Lottie moans softly, pushing her hips forward and moving her body to give you better access. She closes her eyes, her breathing becoming more shallow and excited.

She grabs onto your shoulders for support, pushing herself into your touch.

You grab her inner thighs and pull her onto your awaiting mouth. Worshipping her, the way you touch her is almost like you never hated her, it’s in such a loving and gentle way, focused on her pleasure.

The way Lottie moans and gasps fuels the movements and your body is screaming at you never to stop even if your jaw locks up.

Because how could you ever stop when there’s a literal angel up above, begging you not to?

These were the moments you didn’t hate Lottie Matthews, the times where she didn’t try to act all cold and strong.

But you knew the second it was over, she’d hate you again, and the cycle would continue.

Your lips feel like heaven against her skin, your tongue exploring and loving every inch of her.

It was easy to hate her, but now, seeing her like this, hearing her moans, feeling her body shake - it’s impossible.

Your lips move across her wet skin, her reactions spurring you on. The cycle always repeated itself but this time, you don’t want it to. There’s more to what you feel for Lottie. More than just hate or sexual tension - but love too. But will she ever admit it?

Your tongue is as gentle as you can make it on her skin. The kisses along her thighs, the gentle licking; You’re enjoying every second of this and Lottie’s pleasure only fuels your desire for more.

Your hand is resting on the side of her leg, squeezing softly from time to time.

You can smell her body, the aroma of her sweat and soap blending together in a pleasant symphony.

Your heart beats faster and faster as you continue. Eager to give her everything she needs.

You hear her deep breaths, her lips parted slightly. Her skin is soft and delicate as your tongue caresses and teases.

She’s not used to this kindness from you, not used to you being so gentle - yet so passionate.

Her leg trembles under your hand as you squeeze, as if her legs are weak and her soul is weak too.

She’ll never admit it but this is what she really wants. To feel safe. To feel loved.

You rub her thigh in a comforting manner, you don’t know why you were being so gentle. After Lottie was so damn rude to you earlier, you just couldn’t help it.

But in the moment, you just let yourself pleasure her, make her feel safe and good even though she’ll never actually admit it was good to you or herself.

When Lottie has a breakdown, when her fear and abandonment issues take control, she goes to you. Begging for sex. Begging to take the thoughts away because for some reason, it makes all her fears disappear.

She can never admit it to you though, she’s terrified. Terrified of rejection and being in a committed relationship. Scared that you’ll leave her.

It’s the only thing that helps her and the one thing she always needs, even if she hates admitting it.

Your tongue presses against her sensitive spot and she lets out a loud moan. Her legs squirm and move quickly against your face, her inner thighs pressing against your lips as her body trembles.

Her breaths become rapid, almost like a whimper.

She’s close.

Your tongue becomes faster and more forceful. eager to make her feel as good as possible, to show her how much she means to you right now.

Determined to give her something that nobody else ever could. The kind of pleasure she could only get from you.

You can’t tell where all this love and passion is coming from but it feels so real in this moment.

You know when this is over, she’ll go back to being cruel. But in this moment, it’s worth the pain.

She moans out your name, her grip on your back tightening to the point where your skin hurts, but you can take it. She squirms underneath you, her body pressing as hard as it can into yours.

Her legs shake and squirm, holding you as tight as possible. She moans your name again, her throat trembling as tears flow down her cheeks.

You see her look at you again and it’s like it opens your eyes for the first time.

You don’t just love her. You’re in love with her.

The thought makes you almost cry, because you know you can’t be in love with Lottie. She was everything you weren’t, pretty and rich and popular.

It pisses you off and your movements get deeper and rougher. Your fingers gripping her thighs and pulling her deeper onto your tongue.

You knew Lottie would never have you, not in any way other then this pleasurable feeling that she craves and then will move on and go flirt with one of the soccer boys as if she wasn’t just screaming your name.

As you continue, she lets out broken breaths between her cries.

“Y/n, oh Y/n,” she murmurs between her tears. “Y/n, Y/n...”

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” she continues, her body shaking as every thrust of your tongue drives her deeper into the pleasure and bliss.

Her fingers dig into your wrist and her legs wrap tightly around you.

Her words, her pleas, they’re all the proof you need. She hates you but needs you in this moment.

You growl, the way she’s crying from pleasure and saying she hates you. It hurts, you know you can’t have her and you’re stupid for falling in love with her.

Everyone knows Lottie Matthews is a heartbreaker.

You add your fingers to the mix, not giving her time to adjust. Starting to ram them into her soaking pussy along with your tongue.

You want to make her never forget this, want her to know that although she may hate you, you’re the only one who can make her scream in this way.

“Y/N!” She screams between breaths as tears flow down her face.

You feel yourself becoming more rough, more brutal. You want her to know how much this means to you, you wish she would admit she loves you.

She tries to speak, but words of praise and emotion are too hard for her to speak.

“Y/n.. Y/n,” she whispers gently. She grabs your hand, pulling it into the depths of her and moaning softly.

You crash your lips onto hers, your fingers pounding her. You want to cry, want to scream, you’re in love with her but she won’t ever see you as anything more than the nerd who makes her feel good sometimes.

You end up letting a few tears fall down your face but if Lottie notices, she doesn’t mention it because you’re kissing her so hard and your fingers are just a blur of movement between her legs because they’re going so fast.

“I hate you so fucking much.” You whisper, your voice shaking as your fingers pound between her legs.

It’s not true. you don’t hate her. She was beautiful but she was such a bitch, but the moments where she was drunk and snuggled into you after hooking up was the only time you ever saw her truly.

And you wanted it.

You didn’t want anyone else to see her the way you did.

But you hate her for making you feel like this, it pisses you off. You want to hate her, you want to, you thought you truly did but you can’t and you never will.

She whines through her tears, pulling you closer as her fingers wrap around your wrist, her back arching up slightly as she moans out your name again.

“Y/n, Y/n, Y/n..”

“I-I hate you..!” She whimpers once more, but between the words, there’s only love, love for you and what you’re making her feel.

She tries to speak again, but just like before, the words get stuck. All that comes out are soft and quiet, almost incomprehensible “I hate you’s” and more soft moans of pleasure.

Whenever she says she hates you, it makes your movements even tougher. Your body is rocking with hers and going so fast that the noises are smacking throughout the room.

“Shut up.”

You plead when she cries out your name, it sounds beautiful on her lips and it makes you love her even more and you hate it.

You just want her to come, so you’re done with this, but you also never want it to stop.

“Y/N, Y-Y/N, Y/N!” Lottie gasps loudly, her tears slowly running down her face as she shakes and moans out your name over and over again.

That’s all you can hear in the room, her voice, your name, your actions. And how much she hates you.

Then, suddenly, you feel her muscles flex around your fingers as her body tenses. You feel her shake and groan and moan as her body erupts into pleasure.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Her noises fills you up and you feel her squeeze you tight.

You hold her and slow down your fingers to help her ride out her orgasm. Lottie’s body is twitching and riding your fingers as she lets out soft cries, her cum gushing on your fingers.

After she calms down, you pull your fingers out and wipe them on your jeans (gross).

You just fell in love with Lottie.

Your enemy..

While you were literally fucking her..

You’re a bit overwhelmed, and you feel like Lottie can almost tell that that sex was a bit more..intense then you guys agreed for it to be.

You want to hold her, to kiss her, to ask her if she’s okay. But you guys both agreed not do that. After care will get you attached.

“So..um..do you, uh..need anything?” You ask with a nervous voice as you watch Lottie shakily stand up and pull her skirt back up.

Lottie scoffs, back to her bitchy self.

“We agreed not to do that shit.” Lottie bites back at you, grabbing her backpack. Not even saying goodbye to you as she storms out of the locker room on shaky legs like you didn’t just give her the most intense orgasm.

You sigh and grab your backpack, usually she was cold after sex but not that cold..

Little did you know.

Lottie was panicking as she walked to her car.

She had fallen in love with you, too.

#i’m so scared #never posted smut before #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews smut #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader

[pastrydragon]

Ok but Gale and Rolan

Like Rolan is a pretty popular character, people seem to really like him and write a lot of fan fiction about him. And obviously a lot of people love Gale too he's one of the main companions.

So why do I not see them shipped together?

Like the way Rolan talks about Lorraokan before he actually meets the fuck it feels like he kinda has a crush on him, like a little celebrity crush. So we know that Rolan is partial to what he thought Lorraokan was: A brilliant and ambitious wizard who's generous with his arcane knowledge.

And Gale very much ticks all those boxes. He was enough of a magical prodigy to be Mystra's chosen, he had a solid plan to become a GOD and the very first thing he does to try to romance you is teach you some magic.

You can't tell me Rolan wouldn't be following the party around in the tower after the battle, see Gale being king nerd very casually explaining stuff Lorrakaon didn't even vaguely understand and not go:

"Oh."

And with how many times Gale has proven to be a good person by saving the teiflings over and over, Rolan could absolutely mentally gloss over the whole "What if I used the crown of Karsus to become a god?" thing.

And I mean, Rolan could absolutely pull Gale. We know from playing the game that it is not hard to seduce Gale, to the point it's kind of annoying. Post game Rolan could just invite Gale over to look at "This fascinating new tome some adventurers sold me that was recovered from a shipwreck/ancient temple/dragon's hoard! And we haven't talked in so long, please stay for a glass of wine. Oh you write poetry? Tell me more. <3" And he's fucking genuine about wanting to hear the poetry because of course that nerd would.

Like it's not rocket science, honestly it ain't even algebra. I'd give it like 3 months tops before Rolan is bragging about his "BOYFRIEND who is a professor at BLACKSTAFF ACADEMY and did I mention he's adorable?" And he just keeps finding new things about Gale to gush about to the point Cal and Lia start to consider pushing off the roof of the tower just to get him to shut up.

Gale would also be perfectly happy in the relationship, like he really just wants someone who supports him and is a good person maybe? As a treat? And Rolan has shown to be a little heroic himself, protecting orphans, trying to rescue his family single handed and fighting with you against Lorraokan if his spirit isn't totally broken. He can even bridal carry Gale to safety with his 12 str. No really he has 12 strength, you can google it.

Like it's not the OTP to end all OTPs but it's cute. And I'm just confuzzled on why there's barely anything with these two.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #Rolan #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #thunderweave #I learned the ship name first this time! #gale x rolan #random fandom thoughts

[teeth--thief]

I would be interested in so called “hater diaries”.

- Rodka

[Referencing this post] Of course you would, you absolute angel... Imma tag you now that you have a blog @atomshchik ☆

The channel I was talking about is Chernobylite (yes, as in the Chernobylite - the game one). Listen... if anyone should be able able to criticise this guy, I think it should be me. Pole on Pole violence 👊💥👊💥

Let's get cracking... under the cut.

One thing you have to keep in mind when watching anything on the internet about Chernobyl: if they bring up HBO's show as a credible source, quote it, use mostly stills or photos of the scenery or actors instead of of the real stuff etc etc - that is a flag more red than that of the Soviet Union, okay? HBO in thumbnails? Unless it's a "this show is extremely inaccurate" kind of video, that's most likely due to a) the lack of knowledge about actual credible sources or b) need for profit (monkey sees, monkey does clicks - the show is incredibly popular, putting imagery related to it means a higher chance people will choose your video).

To keep it short and (not at all) sweet: this guy is like the evil brother of That Chernobyl Guy. This is That Bare Minimum Chernobyl Man, though. He uploads a video at least once a week and they always JUST BARELY hit the 10 minute mark. But they always do. Hm... I wonder why... I sure do wonder what the number 10 and YouTube have in common... oh. Oh yeah. It starts with MONETI and ends with SATION Need a hint? Mhm, I didn't think so. Speaking of time, the intro is usually almost 2 minutes long, the outro a minute and, there you go, suddenly there's actually even less content than expected.

He has some genuinely bad takes sometimes, too. I don't know if I'm just sensitive about Toptunov specifically (I very clearly am) or if his video on him is just especially offensive to me... and it's 12 minutes 😍😍 two more than usual! And so, I'll use this video as an example. (edit during drafting: he had just released a video on N.M. Fomin which... I'll watch once I'll have some time to waste and we'll see how bad that one is...)

>Not even 20 seconds in and he just HAD TO hit us with that ThAt Is ThE cOsT oF lIeS, of course, you know it brother 💯🔥‼️ Oh get over yourself. Find another quote. And stop putting pictures of my favourite operator next to his blonde twink counterpart from the show. I'm offended on his behalf.

>I like how he just takes random pics off of Google Images or something. The photo he uses at 2:00 is from a Reddit post on r/chernobyl, and it's a picture of a picture - didn't feel like looking for a better one, huh? Someone's a little lazy?

>The video ACTUALLY starts at 2:30. Girlllll (gn) you are so slowwwww, pick up the peace, we're all getting old waiting for you to start.

>The picture slideshow we're getting is almost never relevant to what he's saying. He's saying where Toptunov was born and all we see is the reactor after explosion. Like, okay brother, I didn't know that's how SuMY, in BuRYN, as he says, looked like then. A map from Wikipedia wasn't available? That's the best you can do? Not to mention a few of his videos literally have the same b-roll. It feels like the same video over and over again.

>He claims that "his father's connection probably were useful" when it came to him pursing a career in science... would you like to show me when exactly they could have been useful? When he was taking an entrance exam for uni just like everybody else? Or was it when he had to work his way up from the very bottom of the NPP food work chain? Unless you were a child of someone real high up and wanted to pursue a career of doing fuckall then your nepo baby status wouldn't help you all that much. Your party connections would help you move up faster, sure, but you wouldn't be able to not pass the necessary training and/or exams.

"(...) no good scientist could dream of a good job in a nuclear programme without being somewhat involved in local politics." We don't even know if Toptunov himself was in the party. We know that Akimov was quite the dedicated party man, sure. But Stolyarchuk wasn't in the party at all and Dyatlov wasn't cool with the party and the party wasn't cool with him. How many more times can I say party? Too many parties. I hate parties. He also goes on to say that, after graduation he could only get an entry level position because "He would need really good connections to acquire higher ranking job without any previous experience" I am very sorry to inform you but that's just not how real life works. Maybe if you have a good degree, you can immediately become the CEO of all the janitors in the building but that's about that when it comes to the seriousness of the job.

>Now, the part that made me audibly GASP starts at 6:30:

(...) many power plant staff were dismissed, including those from the night shift at unit 4. Including Toptunov, many were labelled non-essential personnel and sent home. That was probably a part of managing the disaster from a propaganda perspective. Fewer people on site, fewer witnesses.

This is an actually DERANGED take. This was my breaking point... like, you cannot be serious right now. Not the evil Soviet scientists and their evil propaganda...! The evil propaganda of safety...! I'm sorry to inform you but ever single person in charge there wasn't immediately thinking "By Lenin, how can we ensure these horrible bottom feeders, also known as our colleagues, we're employing at our power plant don't say a word to anyone outside?" They were most likely thinking "If this part of the personnel is literally useless, why would they stay in this potentially dangerous zone? Let's get them out - for their safety and liquidation organisation's sake."

>"As he later stated (...)" We don't know what he stated. We don't have a single word that came out of his mouth recorded anywhere. It's all they said that he said. Or the authors of books want to show how much they think they know (look no further than Medvedev's "acording to Toptunov..." yes, I'm sure you know exactly what he thought about everything. Surely. You must have spoken to him. Through a Ouija Board, clearly). We'd need the statements from the KGB and whatnot to actually determine what any of them said or thought.

>"(...) During that time when he felt better, he had spoken multiple times to both Akimov and Dyatlov (...)" Acording to some book, I'm sorry, I don't remember which one, he was one of the few people that actually didn't get up from his bed to participate in the discussions, probably because his legs were already in a bad shape. Take this with a grain of salt, though. Nobody explicitly said he NEVER hang out with anyone at the hospital. It's just that worth noting that there's a possibility he at least didn't do that as much as the rest of the guys.

Overall grade: read a book. Change the boring ass b-roll shots. Change the stock sounding "creepy" music. Put some effort into everything. Stop relying on HBO's Chernobyl.

Conclusion: you'll never be That Chernobyl Guy xoxo That Chernobyl Guy for the president

#half baked commentary for a half baked video - it's only fair #file: special interest: chernobyl #chernobyl #file: misc hunter #file: ask! #asker: @atomshchik

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Cut Here (Part 2)

TWs: S/A, abuse, violence, homophobia and implied sexual activity towards the end

1978

Home was hell for Trevor, but school wasn't any better either. The only things Trevor liked at school were maths, the only subject he was good at, and science; he didn't know why, but when the teacher gave the class frogs to dissect, Trevor found himself to be strangely fascinated, almost hypnotized, by the act of cutting it open and the sight of its organs exposed. But aside from that, he hated being at school as much as he hated being at home: other kids would constantly mock him for being the shy quiet weirdo in class and his poor social skills. Not helped by Ryan, aka the most popular kid at school, who'd constantly give new ideas to the rest of the class on how to prank his brother in many creative ways.

After Ryan celebrated his 10th birthday with friends, cake, balloons and lots of presents (everything Trevor never had, he didn't even know when his birthday was), the clown at the party winked at Trevor who was sitting alone at a table and attempted to touch his shoulder, but before he could go any further, Trevor ran away full of uncomfortableness and stayed hidden by that creepy giggling clown's look for the rest of the party. But Ryan noticed this and told all of his friends how "Trevor's a pussy who's scared of clowns". So the next day, when Trevor entered the classroom, all the kids jumped in front of him with red clown noses with a loud "BOO!!", causing Trevor to scream and cry as all the kids laughed and repeated "Pussy!" and "Crybaby!". A few moments later the teacher, Mrs Andersen, came inside just telling the class to sit down and be quiet, barely even paying attention to Trevor still sniffing and just focusing on her lesson.

Little did anyone know, all of this stuff was little by little, day by day, week by week, year by year, feeding something inside Trevor, not even Trevor himself knew what it was. The best way to describe that feeling, is like a volcano, gradually filling with hot lava and preparing for the unknown moment when it will erupt and destroy everything nearby. A burning desire for vengeance. To see all those little giggling assholes in that class suffer. Mrs Andersen who was visibly holding back her laughter at Trevor's humiliation, to wipe that smirk off that snooty bitch's face, perhaps by hitting her mouth so hard all of her teeth will fly away. To watch dad burn alive. And Ryan... that smirking dickface who, for some reason he could never understand, had everything he never had: appreciation from other kids, a cutesy angel face, always good grades, love from mom... mom only ever hugged Ryan, never him. The only time she did something similar was the other night, after a bad argument with dad (the latter which drove away, most likely to get more beer)... and she got into Trevor's room, almost impossibly drunk, and started touching him in ways and places he didn't like at all, all the while ignoring Trevor's crying and shouting things like "How do you like it when I'm the one doing this to you huh you filthy creep". Trevor didn't understand at all the reason mom hated him so much, he surely must have done something bad but just couldn't understand what. He knew he was an awful being, he just wanted to understand how to become better and finally make mom proud. But no, Ryan had to take all of her love. The more he saw mom loving and praising Ryan, the more his brotherly love for him was vanishing and getting replaced by pure green eyed hatred and the desire to live in a world where he was never born, he never existed... or better yet, in a world where he was six feet under, no matter how bad thinking this kind of things about a brother was. But that's the problem, Trevor knew it was bad. And didn't care. What is wrong with hi-

"PHILIPS!" Andersen's voice thundered, accompanied by the loud sound of her wooden ruler smacking on his desk and the other kids faintly giggling at him flinching "Would you please pay attention during my lessons Philips?"

"Uhm yes, sorry Mrs Andersen..."

"Good, and you better mean it young man, because you have been distracted a whole lot lately and that has impacted your grades in a really negative way. Well, not that they were great anyway. Do you understand me?"

"Yes..."

Andersen sighed and shook her head "If only you were a little more like your brother Ryan-"

That's when the volcano erupted. Faster than a bolt, Trevor snatched the ruler from Andersen's hands and slashed it across her confused and surprised face, causing her to fall backwards with a hand on her injured cheek. Trevor stood up and walked to her, her ruler still in his hand. He wasn't even thinking straight right now, all the rage he bottled up in all these years exploding all at once in this moment. He did just as he gleefully imagined earlier: he swung the ruler back again at her face, but this time at her gritting teeth, breaking some of them and causing some blood to fly out of her screaming mouth. Those kids who just a few moments earlier were laughing at Trevor, now screaming in horror at what they were witnessing, and praying that the boy they've been mocking and bullying for all this time would spare them from his unexpected vengeful wrath. Only one of them ran up to him trying to stop him: Ryan.

"Of course the teacher's pet would try to help his precious teacher" thought Trevor.

"TREVOR WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING MOTHERFUCKER?!" Ryan yelled while throwing his hands on Trevor's shoulders, as if that could stop him.

Motherfucker. That last word particularly hit him. It's almost as if Ryan knew what happened that night and was mocking him for it, even though there wasn't an ounce of amusement in his voice, it wouldn't surprise him.

Further angered by that word, Trevor bit Ryan's left hand, not enough to draw blood but enough to make him scream in pain.

"WHAT'S ALL THE RUCKUS IN HE-" Principal Jones rushed in the classroom, alarmed by all that screaming, and stopped in his tracks with a horrified expression at the scene in front of him. Mrs Andersen rolling on the floor holding a hand onto her bleeding mouth, Ryan holding his bitten hand, and Trevor still holding the ruler and glaring at the terrified students.

Later that day, Betty walked into the principal's office with her usual scowl of indifference towards both the figures sitting in that room: Trevor with an expression of guilt who was trying to avoid her gaze, and Principal Jones looking furious.

"Goodmorning Mrs Philips, please take a seat" he said with a forced smile, which looked more angry than welcoming.

"What did Trevor do?" Betty sat down with impatience and disliking in being here.

"Mrs Philips, I called you to discuss about something really serious that happened today: Trevor attacked Mrs Andersen with a ruler and hurted Ryan Philips by biting his hand. Mrs Andersen is now recovered in hospital and luckily she isn't in critical conditions but..."

"Wait... he hurted Ryan?!" Betty gasped, her eyes widening. Trevor remained in silence as he now felt her eyes shooting daggers at him.

"Huh, yes. But don't worry. He just got a bite on his hand, nothing major. The school nurse already put a bandage on his hand and he already feels better" Jones tried to reassure her. Betty let out a sigh, still looking at Trevor as if trying to lit him on fire just with her gaze.

"But, Mrs Philips... as you may know, Trevor has always been, err... problematic. He never pays attention in class, his grades are extremely low... except in maths, surprisingly he's the best student in maths... but what happened today was truly unacceptable, in all my years of career I've never had the displeasure of witnessing something like this. So, I'm afraid we have no choice but to expel your son".

The car ride back home was as silent as a graveyard. Trevor looking down in shame and guilt, and Betty driving with an indecipherable expression on her face.

"I'm sor-"

"Shut up" Betty cut him off.

"I really a-"

"I SAID SHUT UP!" her manicured fingers clenching in fury around the steering wheel, making Trevor flinch "You getting kicked out of school was something I've always expected from you and your miserable insignificant life, but hurting your brother?" her teeth were now grinding and her cheeks almost as red as her hair "HOW DARE YOU?!".

A few moments passed before she broke the silence again "Why did you do it?" Trevor didn't reply, keeping his eyes on the car floor "WHY DID YOU DO IT?! ANSWER ME!!"

"He-he called me a motherfucker" Trevor replied, now almost crying.

"hE cAlLeD mE a MoThErFuCkEr" Betty mimicked in a high pitched voice "Oh for hell's sake, grow some balls and act like a man for once! And stop crying, I didn't raise a girl! Or maybe I did, God only knows..."

Trevor's tears were now roaming free on his cheeks, as the last sentence made him remember that time he found mom's pink flowery dresses she used to wear when she was young and wore them along with her heels, which were obviously too oversized for him, admiring himself in the mirror; Ryan saw him and told the parents laughing, causing Trevor to get yelled at by mom for stealing her clothes and to get beaten up by dad for 'being a faggot'.

"W-why do you always treat me like this..."

"Excuse me?!" Betty exclaimed in disbelief "Treat you like this what?! Playing the victim now? I say this for your own good, to try and raise you into an at least somewhat DECENT human being, and that's how you thank me?! Do you have any idea how that hurts my feelings?"

"BUT YOU NEVER TREAT RYAN LIKE THIS!" Trevor found the courage to yell "WHY AM I THE ONLY WRONG ONE HERE?" his undying respect for mom disappearing for a short moment. And returning a few seconds later, accompanied by fear and regret for what he just said.

"Why..." Betty replied growling "Why why why whywhywhYWHYWHYWHY" her chanting increasing in volume and anger, Trevor looking at her cowering in fear. The car stopping suddendly as they just reached Trevor's most dreaded destination, home. Which he didn't even notice as he got too lost in that unpleasant conversation "BECAUSE!!!... because... you know what? Screw it. You're too much of a dumb shit to even deserve an answer" she opened the car door and dragged Trevor inside the house "Just come, your father hopefully will be inside so he can give you a good lesson".

To Trevor's luck, Simon wasn't at home. He was more and more absent at home, and spent more and more time at the bar drinking instead. And Betty never beat up Trevor, that was Simon's job only. "Fuck... that Simon bastard..." Betty sighed and sat at the table filled with empty and new Deludamol packs she'd use to alleviate the pain anytime Simon hit her, lighting up a cigarette "Just... go to your room, do anything... just... leave me alone Trevor... I got a man coming up tonight"

Trevor knew he was going to get yelled at some more, but curiosity got the best of him "A man? Is he... a new dad...?"

Surprisingly, she didn't yell. "Yeah... guess you can call him that..." she said calmly as she puffed out a cloud of smoke.

Trevor was very happy at the idea of getting a new dad. Maybe this one was gonna be nicer to him. But at night, when the new unknown man came, he didn't seem to mind him really much.

"Hello! Are you my new dad?" Trevor asked with a smile.

"Uhm... yeah? Hello little one..." the man smiled confused at him, and returned his attention to Betty, handing her some banknotes and frowning a little at her: he clearly wasn't very happy with the idea of a child seeing him.

"Why don't you go to bed Trevor? Me and your... new dad... have some stuff to do" Betty said as she picked up the money, walked to the bedroom alongside the mysterious man and shut the door behind her, followed by moans.

Trevor just sighed in disappointment and did as mom said, not wanting to anger her any further. But before opening his room's door, he looked at mom's lighter she forgot on the living room table. He looked around and carefully walked to the table and picked the lighter up, examining the dangerously mesmerizing red flame it emitted. But his wonder didn't last long; he knew mom could be out at any second, he'd get caught and end up in an even bigger trouble he already was. He quickly and silently got in his room, bringing the lighter along. As he was laying on his side, he kept turning on and off that lighter and observe in wonder that beautiful flame, with a smile on his face. That flame, so small, yet so dangerous. Just like him.

#grand theft auto #gta v #trevor philips #gta fanfiction

[nixotinix]

Miscellaneous Jackson/Holt headcanons because I have them brainrot and I know these boys better than the MH execs actually. Below the cut :3

-My biggest and fave headcanon!! Jackson is actually Hyde's kid, and Holt is Jekyll's. Let me explain. In the original book (which I've read dozens of times, i have a problem), Jekyll is sociable, gets along well with most others, and is a popular figure in society. Hyde, meanwhile, is more of a recluse, sometimes disappearing for months at a time, and tends to shy away from the limelight. Hm. Now who between Jackson and Holt seems like the more social one? Now Nix, I hear you cry, what about Jackson's mad scientist element? That's a Jekyll thing. Yes, BUT. Social awareness tends to be more of an ingrained thing, something someone is either good at or not that good at. Science, on the other hand, is a skill, an interest. Something that can be changed or decided. Since most people assumed Jackson was Jekyll's kid, hell, they share a last name, I like to think Jackson was like yea, ok. Guess I should be good at science and he ended up really liking it. This is mostly just my 4 year Jekyll and Hyde hyperfixation talking, but feel free to talk w me about this!!

-Again pulling from the original J&H, Jackson and Holt can replicate each others' handwriting perfectly. Holt can, has, and will use this for mischief.

-Once again pulling from J&H, Jackson is taller than Holt, and Jackson is almost freakishly tall. Jackson is around 6'3" and Holt around 5'4". Holt usually wears platform shoes to make the height difference less noticable, but the difference is still definitely there. This also ties into my sweet sweet Jackson/Holt x Frankie heart, with Jackson being significantly taller than Frankie and Holt being a bit shorter (with Frankie at about 5'7").

-In addition to Crossfade, Jackson has three pet rats that he keeps in his coat pockets. Their names are Plato, Thales, and Socrates.

-Holt can play eight instruments: the guitar, bass, keyboard, drums, trumpet, alto saxophone, violin, and the lyre.

-Thanks to his fire elemental heritage, Jackson can create a small fire at his fingertips. However it takes a decent bit of concentration and it only lasts as long as he can hold his breath. In addition, he can withstand higher temperatures than most humans and, when exhibiting a strong emotion, his body temperature rises to the point that small heat waves can be seen rising from his shoulders.

-If Deuce gets to be besties with Jackson, he gets to be besties with Holt too. They hang out after Holt's shows and at Deuce's job.

-Jackson asked Deuce to stone him once "for science". Deuce refused adamently. Jackson is still trying to get him to agree.

-Due to my own personal backstory for the boys, they live with their dad in the monster world.

-They still hang out with Heath sometimes. Holt more often than Jackson.

-Jackson does all of their schoolwork save for music theory.

-Jackson likes sitting on elevated surfaces. Holt, to one-up Jackson, often sits on even more elevated surfaces. It's not uncommon for him to climb up onto the roof of a car or the top of a dresser.

-He also just likes climbing things.

-Both Jackson and Holt know sign language. Jackson because he's just kind of a nerd, and Holt because he can't really hear when he's out because of the fact he needs loud music to stay out in the first place.

-Jackson would never admit it, but he logs onto Holt's Spotify every now and then to listen to his playlist. They share similar music tastes. And maybe sometimes Jackson adds random songs just to be a little shit, but that's partially why he'd never admit it.

-Okay so maybe I have a 3 and a half hour playlist of songs I think Holt would like. You can't prove anything.

-Holt has only ever turned down an invitation to DJ once. It was for one of Cleo's parties that was shortly after that one Halloween. He still holds a grudge against her, but is willing to hang out with her for the sake of his friends.

-I have a song I associate with each of them the most. Jackson's is Mister Glassman by Scotty Sire and Holt's is Instant Crush by Daft Punk.

-In addition to music being a trigger for switching, another trigger is over/understimulation. If Jackson gets overstimulated, boom, Holt. If Holt gets understimulated, boom, Jackson. It's not as prevalent or common as music though.

-Jax makes dolls of his friends with locks of their actual hair and flakes of skin. His friends find it disgusting. He finds it endearing.

-he's been trying to off Heath with his doll for 4 years.

-Jax is kind of a homicidal maniac,,,,,,,

-While Holt is chill like,, 98% of the time, if he wants to be scary, he is downright TERRIFYING. Picture like,, bright blue flames, unblinking eyes, and a crooked-toothed grin. Enough to make almost anyone piss themselves.

-Holt is really only loud in big social settings. If he's ever one-on-one with someone or all alone, he's almost completely non-verbal. Whether it be social battery or the tism is unknown.

-Jackson, on the other hand, is quiet in big social settings, but will talk someone to death if they're alone with him. Rambling on and on about different chemicals and metals and their interactions with each other.

-That's all! Feel free to add your own hcs in reblogs or notes, I'll probably add on every now and then.

#jackson jekyll #holt hyde #monster high redesigns #monster high headcanons #they are MY boys and I get to think about them as much as i want ok #lmk if you're interested in that playlist btw #i spent like two weeks adding songs to it #my music taste is so good source me #also jackson's rat friends <3 <3 <3 #jackson and holt are my blorbos theyre very nice blorbos #the best blorbos. some may say #my 4 year j&h hyperfixation saw these two twinks and really went “these. you're gonna make these boys your entire personality”

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slides you a 20 dollar bill. gimme your best style fic recs (im new here)

omg! hiii anon. im sorry, im kinda terrible for recs bc i tend to go for more smut kind of fics 🫣. not even a year into sp yet and i still have soooo many fics i want to read!!!!!! but, im just gonna do a quick list for my most favorite style fics 🙇

RATED G

Sleeping Lessons by sleep2thefr33zing

"Hey Stan? Have you thought about seeing a doctor, maybe? Instead of asking your friends to knock you out?" Stan rubs his arm abashedly. It’s not like he doesn’t know he sounds crazy. At this point, he’s desperate. (Or, Kyle is leaving for Harvard and Stan can't sleep)

words: 7,506

Pour my love out, spill it on the ground by sleep2thefr33zing

Recently done with junior year and freshly broken up with Wendy, Stan spends the summer with Kyle.

words: 11,855

RATED T

Digging Two Graves by heelbruiser

Kyle returns home for winter break from his junior year at college, and after some odd years of not speaking, Stan comes over one night and makes a rather strange request for his help in aiding him in revenge. He won't tell him why, and he doesn't particularly care; he's just glad Stan's talking to him again.

words: 10,406

Once, and Only Once by heelbruiser

A very drunk Stan abruptly disturbs Kyle from his sleep to request a late-night ride home.

words: 24,973

You do it to yourself, you do (and that's what really hurts) by sleep2thefr33zing

The night always starts off right. (Or, the way a party with Stan plays out through Kyle's eyes)

words: 5,102

Beauty and the Geek by Godlizza

Kyle, resident nerd, has somehow bagged popular cheerleader Stan as his boyfriend. Aware of their vastly different social statuses, Kyle is determined not to give Stan a reason to dump him, but maybe he should be more worried about just how tall an order dating Stan can be.

words: 7,656 | part of a series

interim by Anonymous

It’s stupid. He’s stupid. He kissed Stan, right in his bedroom after his birthday party, because maybe he wanted to know what it tasted like and maybe he was a little intoxicated and maybe he was afraid that he’d never get the chance again. Maybe he was afraid that if he didn’t do it then, Stan would find out some other way, and then he’d stop talking to him. And that would really be shitty, because they’re not supposed to be away from each other. It doesn’t feel right. The past week has been terrible, few texts from Stan, and maybe he should have thought to make other friends too before he devoted his life to somebody who could ruin it so easily. or: they're in love etc etc

words: 2,829

Friends ̶t̶o̶ and Lovers by Green_Evening

“Hah, okay. Think like this.” Stan gestures vaguely. “Teenage years are like a tutorial… but for real life, ‘n time is running out for you. So here’s me, but not me, hot–girl me, asking you on a practice date.” He watches him for a second, processing the words, then sinks back into bed with a heavy sigh. “It’s too fucking early for this.” Stan kisses him again, gently, tiredly, and there’s no resistance. He snuggles closer. “C'mon. It’ll be soo fun.”

words: 4,464

Science and Art by apollos

The way Stan plays dead is the intersection of science and art, but Kyle's not buying it. High school is over, after all.

words: 16,296 | chapters: 5 | warnings: stan/other, angst with a hopeful ending

RATED M

Seven days of alien summer by applecrumbledore

Stan asked, “What would you say if I told you I got abducted by aliens last night? With Craig, Tweek and Cartman?” Kyle raised his eyebrows. “I’d say that your wet dreams are getting weirdly specific and you should stop telling me about them.”

words: 16,583

Books That Did and Didn't Burn by hollycomb

In high school, Stan's mother thinks his old friend Kyle will be a good influence. Kyle doubts it.

words: 23,301 | chapters: 3

A Lifetime Supply of Crab Wontons by hollycomb

Five times P.F. Chang's has influenced Kyle's emotional development.

words: 4,790

It's Not Your Time by SekritOMG

One morning shortly after his 13th birthday, Stan wakes up in his own future.

words: 64,844 | chapters: 9 | warnings: mentions of infidelity

Stan Mars and The Kyle by Icandigelvis

When pilot Marsh got ready for his shift at the space- and air force facility in Nevada he didn't exactly expect the night to end up with him being the unintentional spokesperson for humanity. Especially when he was trying to communicate with this creature that killed without moving a finger. Fucking Craig and his theory that aliens just looked like DreamWorks guys fishing from the moon. Because really, this alien just looked like a man.

words: 60,521 | chapters: 5

Joyless Street by julads

Suicide in the 21st century.

words: 4,005 | warnings: angst with a hopeful ending

Let It Happen by bloodmage69

If someone were to ask Stan if he was in love with his best friend, he could easily respond with an entire list of reasons as to why that could never happen. However, even if he came up with all of the reasons in the world as to why he shouldn’t be in love with Kyle, that wouldn’t necessarily mean he wasn’t in love with Kyle. It was, of course, much more complicated than that.

words: 57,828 | chapters: 6 | warnings: mentions of a ky/////////mn smooch lolz

We’re Not Really Strangers by haildeleah

Pulling back, Stan stares at him. It lasts for a moment before he bursts out into laughter. “I like that.” “Like what?” Kyle asked, noticing that Stan’s hair had grown longer, a little more unkept. He must’ve freshly shaved today, Kyle smells the citrus of his aftershave. They haven’t been apart for very long, but it felt like an eternity. This was proof that it wasn’t. “How you talk to me like it isn’t the first time we’ve spoken in weeks.” Or: How Stan and Kyle became strangers, and all the ways they realize they could never be.

words: 12,846

RATED E

giving (taking) by kuchi

Kyle somehow always ends up letting Stan lead him into the most amazing sex, even when it's the last thing he'd expect.

words: 2,995 | smut

Feedback by kuchi

A little post-shower playfulness turns out to be an interesting night of firsts for Kyle.

words: 6,010 | chapters: 2 | smut

Light Up by kuchi

Stan is ready to try something new with Kyle.

words: 3,291 | smut | part of a series

Fate Up Against Your Will by SekritOMG

February 14, 2016 // December 24-5, 2015

words: 6,919

Kyle and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by metrophobic

Kyle has the worst luck in the world, and then this asshole won't stop antagonizing him.

words: 11,962 | chapters: 2

I Need Some Space by LozisLaw

Kyle is celestial. Not that kind of gross horror movie alien shit where he lays eggs in people's guts for fertilisation, and not just another way of saying he's goddamn gorgeous. He's kind of a dick. So much of a dick that sometimes Stan thinks he should get surgically dissected by Mephesto to stop those fluttery gut tugs every time those fucking alien eyes stare down at him.

words: 35,704 | chapters: 2

Plain Bread Is Better by Blame Canada (OneHitWondersAnonymous)

Stuck in a life he deigned to lead, Kyle watched each aspect of his life fall to pieces, one by one, cracking beyond recognition. He watched his marriage crumble, his own mind splinter, and his perception of reality warp. Then, that perception became reality, and he was none the wiser. You see, Kyle had himself so thoroughly convinced that something was wrong that he didn't have the capacity to realize that the something that was wrong was maybe, just maybe, himself. Once he saw that self in the mirror, however, in an act of assured self-destruction, he chose to ignore it anyway.

words: 9,308 | warnings: angst with a hopeful ending

Herbert Garrison's Night School for Unwed Fathers by hollycomb

Pregnant and jilted, Henrietta places a vengeful spell on the senior class boys, wanting them to feel her pain. Stan and Kyle are just two of the unwitting victims.

words: 198,135 | chapters: 17 | warnings: mpreg :3

Lessons Learned by Kasen

They’ve been through it all at this point, why bother denying the freakish intimacy of their platonic relationship? They shut themselves in a closet for seven minutes and actually did the deed wherein nothing changed between them (that lasted, anyways); so, what was a few deeds more? No one had to know.

words: 36,862 | chapters: 9

The Truth About Kyle by maxette

Kyle is house sitting while the Marshes are out of town and he decides it's a good idea to masturbate on Stan's bed. Stan comes home early. Oh, and Kyle has a vagina.

words: 6,360 | smut

All To Myself by KirkApologist

Kyle knows about Stan and Craig, and he really shouldn't care... But, he can't help it. Stan belonged to him. A truth that Stan is all too happy to prove.

words: 2,538 | smut | part of a series

Aftermath by Icandigelvis

South Park AU depicting the years the boys grow up, from kindergarten to uni and continuing, with one little addition. It's an omegaverse.

words: 109,498 | chapters: 11 | warnings: A/B/O, mpreg, uhh kyle/others and some stan/others

Small Town Weirdness by fruitloopzed

Summertime, three years after Shelley Marsh’s disappearance. Artist in Residency Kyle Broflovski arrives in the small agricultural town of South Park. Stan Marsh is the rowdy owner of Tegridy Farms. Secrets buried beneath the prairie begin to rise to the surface when infatuation gets the best of them.

words: 67,994 | chapters: 6 | on going!!!!

The Summer of ‘99 by PinkFan_Gurl

Working at a shitty ass gas station isn’t what it’s cracked up to be, especially when all of your friends are making memories off at college, but 19 year old Stan Marsh is determined to make a name for himself. Unfortunately, things don’t go according to plan when two of his band mates suddenly up and quit, leaving him without a drummer and a bassist. Throw the cute redhead that works down at the drive-in into the mix and it’s shaping up to be one unforgettable summer.

words: 32,814 | chapters: 2 | on going!!!

Those Days by hehepoopoo

His idea: “let’s go into that barn and fuck there.” Kyle stares at him, deadpan. “Dude.” Stan grins, “What?” “People could see.” “So?” Kyle stares at him, mouth agape in offense which Stan knows is just for show, catching the way the corners of his lips curl upwards, the ‘yes’ unspoken.  “People could see.” Stan goes to hold him in a way that is too intimate for the public, maybe too romantic, maybe too soft. But Kyle softens completely in his arms, trusting his completely, eyes big and willing. Stan whispers, “what if I want them to.” -- Or: Stan and Kyle fuck in a barn.

words: 3,173 | smut

suspense by stella_lunar

kyle teaches stan about edging

words: 2,627 | smut

Badly Trained by Clayp00L

Kyle hasn’t been showing his pet enough affection after something happened, but he’s finally ready to give him a second chance.

words: 10,739 | chapters: 6 | kind of on going !

I Thought the World of You (I Still Do) by bloodmage69

When they were kids, Kyle had truly thought the world of Stan; he had looked up to him. His best friend had always seemed so goddamned perfect in his eyes. He was a passionate, sensitive, and caring boy who always went out of his way to make Kyle feel like the most important person in the world. But now that he was older, wiser, Kyle could see all the parts of Stan that his child self had turned a blind eye to. His best friend was insecure, cowardly, and selfish. And yet, even as every flaw broke through Kyle’s false reality, he only seemed to fall more in love with Stan.

words: 7,042

The Scenic Route by hollycomb

The boys embark on a six day road trip to California before separating for college. Cartman is a pain in the ass, Kenny has no future, Butters is in crisis, and Kyle doesn't know how he'll say goodbye to Stan.

words: 116,313 | chapters: 8

crucify my cravings by pastanoodles

"Oh, I meant to ask earlier—do you think I could stay over again sometime?" he asks, not quite how he'd imagined it to sound the thousand times he'd rehearsed saying it in his mind. It's close enough. Kyle's eyes widen, even if only for a second. He sucks a breath in and relaxes his expression, and Stan's lips curve upwards. "Oh, sure," Kyle says, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and shutting his locker, perfectly casual, as though he doesn't know what he's implying. Like they're normal friends who'll be doing normal things. Or, in which Stan and Kyle are deeply uncomfortable with the fact that they're gay. They somehow turn this into a kink.

words: 2,473 | smut

Kyle’s Boobs Destroy Society by autumnpark (betaot4)

Or, rather, Kyle's boobs destroy Stan's mind, to put it more accurately.

words: 4,132

Super Best Fiend by ValeryKae (valorikei)

Stan is dumped once again and decides the best way to handle his loneliness is to summon a demon to have sex with and make him feel better. He is not at all prepared for the fiery babe that appears. //// human Stan and demon Kyle!

words: 6,347 | smut

I still hate summer, but it's a little better when I'm with you. by writtenApologies

Kyle is hanging out at Stan's house one afternoon, before he realizes he's gone into a heat. Due to Kyle's past with heats, Stan convinces him (out of good will) to not take his anti-heat medication. One accident leads to the next, and Stan realized he'll have to help his omega best friend with his heat-- even though Stan is an omega, too.

words: 12,283 | chapters: 2

In Conclusion by Kasen

The thing about gay awakenings is that sometimes someone will have one so anti-climatic that they almost feel guilty for how boring of an epiphany it is.

words: 10,910 | part of a series

Something Sweet by Kasen

It was Bebe’s recommendation. Kyle didn’t have much of a sweet tooth after middle school, but pastries were always the exception when he could have them with coffee or tea. He was never one to seek them out, but when you’re out with friends and have nothing better to do but find a place to sit and eat, you couldn’t help but grow tired of visiting the same old sites. For this reason, Kyle lets his friend guide him through the sunny streets of the city and towards the delicious smell of baked goods. OR Kyle Broflovski is dragged by the wrist into a cute café. It's there that he sees a handsome young man working in the kitchen. When their eyes meet, Kyle does what any average person would do. He makes a break for it.

words: 16,557 | chapters: 6

Kink Meme Collection by hollycomb

specifically just for chapters 1, 6, & 14 ! !

kinktober 2k18 by guineaDogs

chapter 22

A Cliché of Fictions by LozisLaw

all of the these tbh but 3 & 9!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<333333 my favorites

also, this isnt really a style fic. theyre mostly mentioned a few times but this fic made me so???? insane for both creek and style and theres this one line about stanky that literally changed my whole life and like????? idk, after i read this i just let style consume my life

Interlude by PBJellie

Tweek Tweak's mental health is declining. Craig Tucker, his boyfriend, and legal guardian in the eyes of the court, tries his best to hold the pieces together through a particularly rough patch.

words: 72,867 | chapters: 39 | rating: E

#fic #suddenly i want to rec every fic i ever read bc theres so many that are so special to me without even being favs ;; #also the timing of this ask is so funny bc i had spent the whole night last night binge reading this awful fic #so it was nice to revisit so many works that made me love style<3 thank u TY💗 #i hope you can finding something you like here !! 💚💙💐 #also i didnt put any real warnings youll have to check tags #sorrryy i keep updating this o_o #last update 092223

[suratan-zir]

Sharon Wirth household

Single Romance sims one after another.

Sharon has three bolts with Elizabeth Aspir. She doesn't care if it's wrong, she wants to be more than just good friends, even if it makes her a homewrecker.

In the morning, Sharon returned home after clubbing to witness this scene. I swear, in this neighborhood only Circe and Loki Beakers are stealing everyone's newspapers. Maybe they need it for a secret science project or something, or maybe they're the biggest assholes around.

A couple of days later, Sharon and Elizabeth ran into each other in the coffee shop. And the seduction continued.

Finally, they're more than just friends. The best friends!

Marital infidelity aside, Chloe and Gotthart Curious were also at the coffee shop and they had a quality family time. This the first time I see Chloe autonomously giving her son any attention.

Later that evening, Sharon asked Elizabeth Aspir on a proper first date. Then she suddenly rolled this want.

I decided to lock it in only if it stays for a while, but it almost immediately changed to something usual, like to woohoo with 3 sims.

The date went well.

And then I made a mistake. Sharon wanted to throw a party. She invited all her friends. I thought it would be fun to buy a hacked "alcoholic" beer to make party a little crazier. What I didn't think about was that most of Sharon's friends were pregnant… I don't have any mods for miscarriage, so it's technically completely safe. It just looks super weird, lol.

Yeah...I have nothing to add to this.

Sharon had a little too much beer.

Ajay Loner stayed true to his last name and spent the party sitting alone in the kitchen, drinking juice. ...or whatever these three pixels are. I really need to install some default replacements for those fugly maxis cans.

Later that night, Elizabeth brought a gift for the nice date. This is the only reason why I love Romance sims. They don't even have to try, they get expensive gifts and promotions for "good reputation." My Romance sims usually don't learn any skills throughout their lives, yet almost always succeed.

The gift was just in time. Sharon had about 200 simoleons to her name.

Sharon went to the Strangetown community swimming pool, and there she was, another victim of Lucy Mole's clown beauty salon.

Terrifying.

There was Amy, another Sharon's love interest. They got so carried away that didn't even notice when poor Sophia Jocque was struck by lightning.

Amy was also grateful for the amazing date. With this money, Sharon will be able to properly furnish her living room.

And that's it.

From time to time, Sharon rolls wants to marry both Amy and Elizabeth, despite having Romance/Popularity aspirations. Strange. I want her and Elizabeth to be together, but Elizabeth has a great relationship with her husband, so idk…

#ts2 #ts2 gameplay #the sims 2 gameplay #the sims 2 #strangederata valley #desiderata valley #sharon wirth

[link4eva]

Kiro’s Re-shoot Date Translation [CN]

Hello~ Thanks so much for your patience, everyone!! 💛

You can find the call that comes before this here!

This translation was done with the power of Duolingo and Google Translate.

The translation below contains spoilers for content that has not yet been released to the ENG server. If you wish to not be spoiled, then please don’t look below the cut.

Enjoy~

*Spoilers for future content below!*

[First Part]

In the colourful cafe, all kinds of shooting equipment are being put away one after another, and the staff are also finishing work.

Because of this alienation turmoil, the media like me and the big star Kiro became extremely busy.

I want to connect with various institutions and become their external mouthpiece, and the entertainment industry where Kiro lives will not miss this opportunity of “collective cuteness”.

He recently participated in a popular science entertainment show called “Furry Cafe”.

The show invited a series of Evol alienated entertainers to shoot with their own small animals in a cafe. 

Kiro told me that today was the last day of his “Deacon Bear” filming. I ended my work early and wanted to pay him a surprise visit.

Staff A: Be careful, you don’t want your tail to touch the wire.

Staff B: Who ate durian in the cafe?! ….Oh, it’s your smell, sorry…

Staff C: Tsk, since the addition of a pair of ears, the device's position has to be adjusted accordingly…

The alien transformation of the population has been around for some time, and everyone has adapted to the work rhythm. Everything seems to be no different from normal. 

But in sporadic words, there will be a small “friction” under normal circumstances.

I bypass a Mr. Tiger and a Miss Dark Horse as I make my way to the rest area.

After looking around, I didn’t see a “certain little bear”, only Savin.

MC: Savin, how about Kiro?

Savin pointed me in a direction, and my eyes crossed the dressing table and landed on Kiro in the shooting area in front of me.

He folded his arms and looked serious as if he was discussing something with the director. 

After a day of filming, the deacon uniform on Kiro was no longer straight and ironed. The tight neckline was loosened, revealing part of his clavicle.

The blond hair maintains the fluffy look that has been set, but the two round bear ears that emerge from the hair are slightly drooping at the moment.

Even if you don’t look at his expression, you know that the owner of the ears is not in a good mood at the moment.

MC: What’s wrong with him? He doesn’t seem to be happy. Did something go wrong during the filming?

Savin: It wasn’t that there was a problem with the filming, but the director just informed him that he would have to come back tomorrow to take a few more shots. 

MC: Huh? Do they have to reshoot tomorrow?

If they have to reshoot tomorrow, what about the vacation party I planned with Kiro?

Savin reluctantly spread his hands towards me, and the long kangaroo tail behind him also patted the ground anxiously. *Savin as a kangaroo is perfect lol. Great for beating the snacks out of Kiro’s hands XD*

Savin: Not to mention, the plan has not kept up with the changes recently.

Savin: The duration of this alienation is only one month, and everyone wants to do everything they can. I can get more exposure during the period. Alas, Kiro has only slept for four or five hours these past few days.

Savin: He was supposed to have a live broadcast the day after tomorrow, but it was urgently changed to tonight, and he had to rush to the live broadcast after he took his makeup off…

Savin was halfway through his thoughts and suddenly remembered something.

Savin: By the way, did you two make plans to go out tomorrow? Then now… 

I smiled wryly and shook my head.

MC: Forget it, his job is more important. We can go out anytime, so I can wait till you’re done…

Kiro: MC, why are you here?

While talking, Kiro had already spotted me from not far away and came over.

I didn’t want Kiro to discover my disappointment, so I looked at him and gave him a big smile.

MC: Let me see the handsome Deacon Bear!

Kiro: Hehe, then you should’ve come a little earlier so that you could’ve seen how I was showing off my skills in the cafe! 

Kiro: Anyway, it’s good that you came now.

After saying that, Kiro took my hand and took me towards the director.

Kiro: Director, you don’t have to find anyone else. 

Kiro: The most suitable “Miss Maid” in my mind, is her. *Changed some wording*

Miss Maid?

I blinked in confusion, looked back at Kiro, and then at the director.

The director snorted and frowned.

Director: Don’t bring anyone else to deal with me.

Kiro still kept a smile and held my shoulder diligently. 

Kiro: Director, she’s not someone I just picked randomly.

Kiro: MC and I have collaborated many times, we know each other very well, and the shooting will be much smoother that way.

Kiro: And look at her height, her looks, and the rabbit ears… Aren’t they a perfect match for me? *SWOONING RN 😍* 

As he said that, Kiro winked at me. Although I was confused, I tacitly tilted my head towards him and showed him a “business smile”.

MC: Right. 

Director: …………

I have not contacted and cooperated with the director of this show, but I have heard of him.

I heard that his shows are very lighthearted and humorous, yet he is very serious. I didn’t know such a person could shoot so many funny scenes.

Affected by the alienation of Evol, the director also turned into a fat leopard.

The golden leopard’s ear stood upright, just like the sharp eyes he was looking at me with at this moment.

I became more and more uncomfortable as the stare continued. Just when I was about to lose my “business smile”, the director finally nodded. 

Director: Okay, it looks really good.

Director: Then you remember to give her the content you want to make up. Tomorrow morning, neither of you are allowed to be late.

Kiro: Yes sir! 

[Second Part]

Host: Tonight, we have a very important guest in our live room!

Host: I saw that his name was already being whispered in the audience, he is- Kiro! 

Kiro: Hello everyone, I’m Kiro~ 

The audience was instantly brushed with a bunch of small stars going “ah”. I was also affected by the warm atmosphere and secretly gave him an “Ah, his bear ears are so cute!”. *Changed some wording*

The bouncing star effects sprinkled on Kiro’s shoulders, making him look as if he was sparkling.

After coming out of the shooting scene in the cafe, Kiro and I rushed to the studio of the live broadcast room without stopping.

Putting on makeup, checking the process, getting familiar with the problems… Kiro didn’t have any rest time. And even during a meal break, he just ate half a protein bar between styling.

Despite the chaos behind him, he is still flawless in front of the camera at this moment without any trace of fatigue.

Kiro: This seems to be the first time I’ve met you in a live broadcast after my alienation. I wonder how the little sodas are doing recently?

The audience was again full of “Very good, how about you?”.

Kiro: Me? Umm… 

Kiro: Actually, I was also shocked when the Evol alienation first happened. I was a little frustrated at first, although I later got used to it. I grew up with a bear for myself, so I was a little disappointed with the bear ears. *wording*

Host: Huh, why?

Kiro: Because I think I should be a more powerful animal… like a T-Rex! Rawr! 

Kiro made a pompous expression, causing the audience to bust out laughing, including me.

Kiro: But now that I think about the bear, I think it suits me well as it’s pretty. Its scent is also very suitable. 

Host: That’s right, speaking of another future alienation, I heard that the scent of Kiro is honey?

Kiro: Not quite exactly… it’s like a mix of a grapefruit, honey and sugar drink! 

Savin: Damn, does Kiro have such an accurate perception of his own scent? *His face XD* 

MC: Heh…

Under the stage, Savin touched his chin with a surprised expression, and I moved uncomfortably in my seat.

Why the hell did this guy have to say what I said about his scent on the stream?!

To be able to know the smell so precisely and so carefully, of course, from the hair, to the neck, to the fingers… *Gurl, whatcha been up to???*

Thinking of the first few nights after the alienation, the two of us were always sniffing each other’s scents. My face became a little hot.

The host didn’t seem to care and went on to the next topic.

Host: Sure enough, it’s a very sweet smell! I’m a little curious, during this time, has Kiro smelled anything that he likes very much?

Kiro: Of course I have. 

Kiro smiled and looked at the camera, seeming to look past it and see me blushing instead.

Kiro: One of my favourite scents is very fragrant, like June’s peach.

(Cut to car)

Kiro: *sighs*

The two-hour live broadcast finally ended, and as soon as I got back into the car, Kiro immediately lay on top of me like a deflated ball.

Kiro: I’m exhausted…. 

The vague syllables mixed with heat fell on the side of my neck, making my heart melt.

MC: You have worked so hard this time.

Kiro: You also, haven’t had any rest for many days?

MC: I’m a little better than you, at least in regard to today’s work. After the work is done, I can rest for two days.

Kiro: I’m so envious… *whines* If it weren’t for the director’s perfectionist ways, tomorrow’s time would have belonged to the both of us!

Hearing him mutter this angrily, I couldn’t help reaching out and rubbing his head.

My fingers fell through the hair and fell on the bear’s ears, the soft and warm fur made me reluctant to pull away.

MC: By the way, you haven’t told me what I will be doing for tomorrow’s shoot. What am I doing?

Kiro: It’s actually very simple. You will be Deacon Bear's assistant tomorrow. Just interact with the little animals with me, and take a few shots of the dessert making.

Kiro: If it goes well, it can be done in about half a day.

MC: Just half a day? That’s great!

MC: Can we do this in half an extra day? And then go out to play?

Kiro raised his eyes and met my excited gaze, the corners of his mouth raised.

Kiro: *yawning* Well, of course…

The ending of the word “course” was completely covered by the uncontrollable yawning sound, and the usually clear blue eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist in the dim car.

He is really tired.

The moment I realized this, my heart tightened and I blurted out.

MC: Forget it, I won’t be going anywhere after filming tomorrow. Let’s go home and sleep.

MC: After all, it’s not easy to arrange any activities in such a short time, it’s better to use it to nourish the spirit…

Kiro: That’s no good. 

Kiro interrupted me. He changed his posture, wrapped his arms around me, and pinned me in the corner of the car.

Kiro: I made a date with you, even if the sky falls, I can’t change the plan.

MC: But in your current state, how can you still have energy…

Kiro: Miss Chips, are you looking down on me?

His breath changed a bit, like the ice cubes in the original honey grapefruit drink gradually melted, and the sweetness invaded his breath irresistibly.

Kiro: You don’t have to worry about tomorrow, I will arrange it.

Kiro: As for how much energy I have left… do you want to make sure? 

His low laughter fell on my ear, and his enthusiasm ran down my neck. 

The narrow space is unavoidable, and I can only let his fingers hold the short rabbit tail behind me, and then mess around. *Idk if GT translated this right, but I’d like to think that he went in for the kill lol*

At this moment, a ray of light from the window fell on the rear-view mirror of the car, and I widened my eyes in the rich and sweet fragrance in confusion.

MC: …Kiro! Wait…

Buzz–

Before the words were finished, the silence of the co-pilot made the driver raise the screen of the car. *Guy knows what’s up lmfao*

Under the dim headlights, Kiro’s smile was full of slyness.

Kiro: There’s no waiting. *Gurl is about to be devoured by a bear 😆*

The space is completely closed.

[Third Part]

Early in the morning, Kiro and I came to the cafe on time.

Perhaps because it was a supplementary shot, there were very few staff members who came today. At first glance, they were basically insiders who knew my relationship with Kiro.

My eyes scanned the cafe, and I was immediately drawn to the bear behind the fence in the corner of the hall.

MC: Wow!! Such a cute little bear!

The chubby little brown bear is like a soft sesame dumpling, being held in the arms of the caretaker with a small red bowtie around its neck.

I couldn’t help but lean forward, and the little bear stood up behind the fence and stretched out his small paws towards me as if he was not afraid of anyone and wanted a hug. *Changed some wording*

MC: Is it okay if I pet him?

Caretaker: Of course, the bear likes humans. He should like you very much~

MC: Thanks!

I stretched out my hand cautiously, stroked the little bear’s head with my fingertips along the brown fur, and then touched the little bear’s ears. 

MC: So soft… Kiro, I didn’t expect his ears to feel the same as yours…!

As I was talking, I turned my head and saw Kiro squatting behind me, looking at me resentfully with puffed cheeks.

Kiro: Miss Chips, there is also a “cute little bear” that you forgot about as soon as you walked through that door. 

MC: Pff… sorry, sorry, then I’ll make sure to pet you, too.

I was about to rub Kiro’s head when suddenly a shadow fell between us.

The fat director was holding a cup of coffee, his tail swept around impatiently, and stared at us both coldly.

Director: You haven’t changed your outfit yet, are you planning to shoot again next year?

Kiro and I stuck out our tongues and slipped into the dressing room.

(Cut to dressing room)

Until I sat on the stool in the dressing room, I had some lingering fears.

MC: The director is really scary, staring at him makes me feel like I was caught by the dean when I was in school…

Makeup artist: Ha…

Kiro: Hahaha!

MC: What are you laughing at?

Makeup artist: Is Miss MC meeting Director Ju for the first time?

MC: Yes, I only heard about him in the rumours before, is he very fierce and strict with you?

Kiro: Well, it's really fierce and strict, but also… 

Kiro quietly pointed to the director not far away and lowered his voice.

Kiro: Didn’t you notice what kind of animal Director Ju is? 

MC: Isn’t he a leopard?

Kiro: Look again, what kind of leopard does he look like?

I turned my head to look at the director and saw that he patted his belly contentedly after drinking his coffee, then took something out of his bag and stuffed it into his mouth.

If I’m seeing this right, it seems to be the dorayaki that is very hard to buy on Huapu Street?

MC: I remember… he kinda looks like the one character before in one of the cartoons I watched, the leopard officer who loves doughnuts!

Kiro: Bingo! No one saw it before, but after the alienation, everyone discovered that Director Ju, like Police Officer Leopard, was actually a super foodie.

Kiro: As long as you feed him delicious food, he won’t be able to say anything serious~ 

Kiro: So since the discovery of his hidden attribute, no one in the show group is afraid of him anymore.

MC: …So alienation can also make people discover each other’s hidden attributes?

Kiro: Hmhm~ It depends on how you observe.

Having said that, I looked at Kiro curiously.

Kiro had already dressed and was arranging the tie of the deacon’s uniform. He seemed to have noticed my sight, turned his head and gave me a charming smile.

Does Kiro also have any “hidden attributes”?

(Cut to cafe scene)

Director: Well, now that this skylight is just right to connect with yesterday’s footage, let’s officially start shooting!

The camera was quickly in place, Kiro had already arrived in front of the camera with a perfect smile.

Kiro: Welcome to Furry Cafe! 

Director: Stop.

The director stared at the screen and shook his head.

Director: Without the guests, Kiro looks too lonely in the camera, so he should take the bears, too.

Everyone hurriedly hugged the little bears, Kiro took a deep breath and smiled again.

Kiro: Welcome to Furry Cafe!

Director: Stop.

Director: There is no sense of interaction, it is too dry, and it is necessary to let the bears perform the feeling of guests.

Indeed, in the camera, Kiro said that he was welcome, but the little bears didn’t respond, they just played around on their own, and the picture looked a little incongruous.

But the caretaker frowned when he heard the director’s request.

Caretaker: Director, our little bears are not domesticated pets and cannot do animal performances.

Caretaker: This is what we communicated before shooting. If you must guide, then please let me be professional.

Director: No, you won’t be able to connect with the people behind you in the camera, and you will wear out.

Caretaker: Why are you so unreasonable?!

The two parties immediately quarrelled. I looked at Kiro, he also gave me a helpless look, and even the faint honey smell on his body didn’t smell as sweet.

Wait– honey…smell…

MC: Director Ju, may I suggest a way to try it?

MC: I’ve heard that bears have a very good sense of smell, and we can hide their favourite things behind signboards to lure them with the scents.

MC: This way the camera doesn’t film anything extra. Would you be willing to try?

The director, who had been sullen, turned to me, and the tail behind him swayed slowly from side to side and then flicked.

Director: MC, you are worthy of being a professional producer, this method is good.

I hid the honey and berries behind the sign and the cameras were running again. 

Kiro: I’m Kiro, Deacon Bear, welcome to Furry Cafe!

The smell of berries and honey dissipated, and the playful little bears raised their heads.

They sniffed the air and then scrambled to the counter.

Kiro: What would you like to eat: honey cake, vanilla cream, or walnut parfait?

Bear: *little roar*!

Unable to bear the temptation of delicious food, the little bears stretched out their paws eagerly, as if they were pointing at the menu on the signboard.

There was an impatient bear that grabbed Kiro’s trouser legs and crawled up.

Kiro picked up the bear with a smile and put it on his shoulder.

The clear morning light shone through the glass window on the bright counter, blending his blond hair into a patch of sunlight.

The brown bear sat with the golden deacon, fluffy ears swaying in sync.

The sweet fragrance is overflowing, and it is unclear whether it comes from the stylish jar of honey hidden behind the sign, or from the invisible charm emanating from Kiro.

Kiro: It looks like the guests have already made up their minds about what to eat, right?

[Fourth Part]

After shooting the welcome, the next shot was much easier.

The caretaker guided the little bears to the activity area, and we played various games with them while doing other activities.

Kiro: The eyesight of the bears is not that bad, it is not much different from that of humans…

MC: Not all bears hibernate, for example, the deacon bear next to me does not!

Kiro: If possible, Deacon Bear also wants to hibernate… 

MC: Pff, hahaha!

Kiro: And people used to misunderstand that the bears stood up to attack, but they were just watching.

Kiro: For example, the little bear that is standing is observing whether the rabbit maid is hostile to it.

Kiro nodded to me, I smiled and stretched out my hand to the bear.

MC: Hello~

The little bear staggered a few steps, and with a clatter, his thick little paws landed on the palm of my hand.

Director: OK, last shot, let’s go to the kitchen to make dessert!

MC: Did I just hear the director say it’s the last shot?

MC: This progress is much faster than I thought! Didn’t we finish filming in less than half a day?

Kiro shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Kiro: I don’t think he’ll let the two of us go through so easily… 

(Cut to cafe)

Director: The degree of the whipping cream is not enough! 

Director: What’s the matter with your method, it’s not professional enough at first glance!

Director: I won’t allow you to just pretend, the taste of the finished product must also be delicious!

— Is this the quality of the director as a super foodie?

I looked at the messy kitchen in frustration and let out a long sigh. Kiro reached out and poked my drooping rabbit ears lightly.

Kiro: Tired? 

MC: I’m fine, I was just thinking…

MC: Our company is preparing to do a food show next season, should I invite Director Ju to come?

Kiro: Pff…I think you can try. He might appreciate yours. 

Kiro: But until then, if the two of us can make the perfect dessert, it should improve his odds of accepting the invitation.

MC: Mm! So let’s keep fighting?

Kiro and I gave each other a high-five, and once again plunged into the “ocean” of eggs, powdered sugar, and flour.

Finally, under the strict guidance of Director Ju, raspberry cake, colourful macarons, and lemon sponge cake were successfully made.

Director Ju flicked his tail and carefully looked at our results when he suddenly looked up at me.

Director: Have you tried it? How does it taste?

MC: Me? Uh…I tasted a little bit and though it was delicious, it depends on whether you are satisfied…

The director laughed suddenly. His ears trembled, and for a moment, his big round face almost overlapped with the cute leopard police officer in that cartoon.

Director: I don’t think it’s delicious, he said you think it’s delicious. Just do it.

MC: Eh? “He said”?

I didn’t understand what the director meant by these words, and his face immediately became serious again.

Director: I see that your hands are covered in cream, hurry up and wash them. I won’t allow such unclean shots!

MC: Yes! Director, I’ll go right away!

After getting along for a while, how could I dare to not listen to him? I rushed to the bathroom.

(Cut to hall)

But when I returned to the hall after cleaning, I found that there was nothing in front of me. The director, the staff, the bears…are all gone.

MC: Where is everyone?

Kiro: The reshoots are over, now it is time for my date with you. 

The voice came from behind me, I turned my head and saw Kiro walking from the kitchen with a smile.

MC: Date? Wait…now it’s time for a date?

Kiro: Of course, it's a date here.

Kiro: Miss Rabbit, you are the last guest at “Furry Cafe” today and Deacon Bear is happy to serve you.

He snapped his fingers, and the playful and lively music in the cafe changed into an elegant waltz. 

The afternoon sun is not as simple and direct as the early morning but has a layer of laziness and ambiguity.

Kiro motioned for me to push the dessert cart, and he picked up the coffee from the table and walked forward with me.

Kiro: Because I didn’t want to waste all of your time today with the shoot, I negotiated with the director yesterday to make up for the shoot. After that, the venue would be taken care of by me.

His voice was low and apologetic.

MC: So all of this dessert making between the two of us for half a day…

Kiro: Was actually for us.

Kiro: By the way, let me state that the director was very satisfied with the dessert scene and said that he would go back and edit it carefully!

MC: Phew…

No wonder the director said he thought it was delicious, and no wonder Kiro wanted to make the perfect dessert…

Even in such a chaotic space and time, he still managed to surprise me. *wording*

Stepping to the melody, we came to the corner of the cafe.

I don’t know when the balloons were piled up here, but behind the gorgeous dining table, are a bunch of lazy sofas.

I looked at Kiro in surprise, he proudly put the coffee on the table and smiled.

Kiro: I think my guest would prefer this to a formal dining room chair. 

MC: Of course! I really like it!

I smiled and took Kiro’s hand, and fell onto the lazy sofa with him.

Soft particles collapse under our bodies, each other’s breath within close distance.

The peach aroma mixed with his honey scent became thick and indistinguishable.

I burrowed into his arms addicted, enjoying the time that was just for the two of us right now.

MC: Speaking of which, I took a closer look at you today and wanted to see how you were different from before the alienation.

MC: It doesn’t seem like you have any hidden attributes…

Kiro: Huh? I thought you figured it out a while ago.

MC: Eh? I didn’t find it…what is it exactly?

Kiro’s kiss landed on my bunny ears, hugging me even tighter.

Kiro: My hidden attribute…is that like those little bears, my will is very unstable, and I can easily be seduced by what I like. 

Kiro: For example, this peach-flavoured bunny right in front of me. *THIS PEACH IS ALL YOURS TO GOBBLE UP 😩*

[End]

You can read the call that comes after this date here!

#mlqc spoilers #mlqc #mr love #mr love game #mr love queens choice #mlqc kiro #mr love kiro #周棋洛 #date translation #This date was so cute omg #I'll reply to asks and messages in the next couple of days #Thx again for all your patience

[hearmeoutno]

Stranger things season 4 re-write

I've never been so pissed at the ending of a series so imma rewrite it whether you like it or not. Imma add another character that's basically me in the 80s because I want to that's why. Euh so I hope y'all enjoy if I ever even publish this idk what imma do with this.

Please keep in mind that English isn't my first languages nor am I an American, so don't bully me aodkakdowod

A bit more explanation on how I'm gonna do this:

You'll be reading from my OC's p.o.v. in 3rd person, so imagine the narrator looking over the OC's shoulder and reading her thoughts (more info on her later)

I'm gonna rewrite certain scenes, so not the whole season

Because I stan this hc, Steve is bi, eddie is gay (I see that hanky Ed) but I'm not gonna write smut, a kiss at best, because I still think its cringe whenever I write it

I'm a gay fuck so guess what! Steddie and rovicky (idk the ship name but Robin and vicky)

I'm probably just gonna write about the Hawkins crew cause my OC will not be in Russia, Indiana and California at the same time for obvious reasons

Definitely putting in a lot of pop culture references

I'm gonna put in the timestamps of the scene I'm editing

My oc

Name: Mackenzie "Mack" Ryans (Ik the name sounds preppy but she is far from that, trust me)

Age: 19 (she had to double senior and just switched school, not rlly gonna write it down but theres context clues, or just think of your own reason, creative freedom)

Hobbies: playing guitar, D&D (she's not in Hellfire tho ik I'm sorry)

Interests:

Music: Queen, Kiss, other popular rock around that time

movies: sleepaway camp, slumberparty massacre, Texas chainsaw massacre, Halloween, A Nightmare on Elm Street, just all horror movies and obviously popular movies, especially grease

Other: she's a lesbian because we rlly need more queerness in ST

Here's a few pics of what Mack would look like, but I'm not going to expertly detail her look/outfit, so it's up to the imagination for most of the story:

Chapter 1: The Hellfire Club

(35:12)

"and even... Murder!"

As the geeks laugh at Eddie's expressive monologue, Mike and Dustin stand a few feet away from their usual table. For some reason they need to give eachother some sort of pep talk, but Mack doesn't give it any more thought than necessary.

"I don't understand why everything that doesn't fit in society's normal has to be bad or satanic! What about trolls and elves is so harmful that they might as well kill because of it?!" Rolling her eyes, she opens her lunchbox, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"Society has to blame something. we're an easy target"

"Exactly. We're the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game. But," As Eddie slams a hand on the table, he gets up and on said table to dramatically exclaim his opinion "as long as you're into band or science... or parties" the nasty face he makes at the typical party-goers makes them snarl and throw him a nasty face back. But ofcourse, Eddie being Eddie can't help but raise his voice at that while looking over to the popular slash basketball slash asshole table.. "or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!"

Jason isn't the biggest fan of hearing the truth, at least not as long as it's against him, causing him to stand up and scream back a "you want something freak?". Like all people do who don't understand a thing about differences.

But oh does Eddie love pissing off assholes! He makes a *lovely* demon face, along with some questionable sounds before walking back off the table like a catwalk.

"Its forced conforming. That's what... killing the kids!" A girl walking by gets scared of his sudden screaming, causing her to gasp and walk just a little faster, all while the table chuckles at Eddie's usual antics.

Being the gentlemen he is, he bows to let some cheerleaders by before sitting back down saying "that's the real monster."

Mack looks up from her lunchbox she was previously laughing into, leaning over to the head of the table where Eddie was. "We still on for tonight? I rented Friday the 13th again."

Cocking his head over to Mack he softly whispers "I might have a deal so just wait behind the trailer if you see someone inside." Then sitting straight up, looking at Dustin.

"So, uh, speaking of monsters"

...

(1:08:00)

Mack is standing behind the trailer, waiting for Eddie to come get her. People always seem to think her and Eddie are together, but they couldn't be far from the truth. Just two homosexuals who like rock, horror movies and weed.

As she's standing there, waiting, she puts a cassette in her Walkman. It's one she recorded herself, with a mix of her all time favourites. Theres some Kiss, a shit ton of Queen, some Bowie, and here and there The Beatles.

She can't help but see some lights flickering out of her peripherals. first it didn't seem so unusual, it's a trailer on a trailer park so not exactly a mansion. But they keep flickering. Pausing the tape and taking of the headphones, she hears screaming

"Chrissy, wake up! I don't like this, Chrissy! Wake up!"

Ignoring the rules she and Eddie set, she goes around the trailer and opens the door.

"What the fuck is going on he-" when she finally did see what was going on, she wished she just stayed home. Chrissy was slowly levitating into the air, Eddie standing in front of her.

"I don't know! We had deal and when I found what she wanted i came back and she was just- Jesus Christ!" Right when Eddie was telling his story, she slammed against the roof of the trailers, Eddie falling down by surprise and Mack with her back against the now closed door.

As Chrissy's bones begin to snap, they both stare in disbelieve for a few seconds. Then they began screaming as her eyes start bleeding and get sucked into her head. Mack runs to get Eddie, pulling him out the trailer and running. Not knowing where to go, they sprint into the woods.

"What the fuck! What the fuck was that Eddie!"

"I don't fucking know but we need to get out of here! The moment they find her I'm dead!"

They keep running and the road doesn't seem to stop. Eddie leads them to a boathouse on Coal Mill Road, rushing to find a hiding spot for when the cops eventually find them. They settle under a tarp in a boat, it's a bit cramped but they'll get by.

"Remember that one scene in Nightmare on Elmstreet where Tina gets levitated off the bed and up the wall to get killed by Freddy? What if he's real?" Mack always tries to be the comedic relief, but all she can see when she closes her eyes is Chrissy's lifeless body pressed against the ceiling.

Her and Chrissy were briefly friends, if that's what you can call it. They helped eachother in maths at the beginning of the year, and that was about it, yet they still smiled at eachother when passing in the hallways. Chrissy was sweet, she was kind, she didn't call her a queer or a freak unlike her pathetic-excuse of a boyfriend.

"I don't know what that was Mackie, but it definitely wasn't good. I'm really gonna need to sleep on that, if I can at least. Goodnight..."

"Goodnight Ed". And there they were. Cramped in a small boat, under a tarp and scared shitless for what will happen to them in the near future.

Right before she fell asleep, Mackenzie realised she dropped one of the cassettes in her back pocket. You know, the cassette that blatantly says "property of Mackenzie Ryans, don't fucking touch" on both sides. Fuck.

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Wanna read more? Here's the other chapters I finished! Thanks for reading :)

(And yes, that one is longer than this one lmao)

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve stranger things #st vecna #steddie #steve harrington × eddie munson #oc #st oc #mike wheeler #rewrite #lgbtq #lesbian #gay

[learntoearn07]

Just know little bit about Python program !

What is Python?

Python is a computer programming language often used to build a websites and software , automate tasks , and conduct data analysis . Python is a general -purpose language , language , meaning can be used to create a variety of different programs and isn’t specialized for any specific problems . This versatility , along with its beginners – friendliness , has made it one of the most – used programming language today. A survey conducted by industry analyst firm RedMonk found that it was the most popular programming language among developers in 2020

Whats is Python used for?

Python is correctly used for developing website and software , task automation, data analysis , and data visualization . Since its relatively easy to learn . Python has been adopted by many non – programmers such as accountants and scientist , for a variety of everyday tasks , like organizing finances .

”Writing programs is a very creative and rewarding activity”, says the University of Michigan and Coursea instructor Charles R Severance in his book . Python for Everybody ”You can write programs for many reasons , ranging from making  your living to solving a problems to having fun to helping someone else solve a problems.”

Why is Python so Popular?

1. Its has a simple syntax that mimics natural language , so its easier to read and understand . This makes it quicker to build program and faster to improve on them .

2. Its versatile.Python can be used for many different tasks , from web development to machine learning.

3.Its beginners – friendly , making it popular for entry level coders

4.Its open source , which means its free to use and distribute , even for commerical purpose

5.Pyhton’s  archive of modules and libraries -bundles of code that third-party users have created to expand Python’s capabilities vast and growing.

Data analysis and machine learning

Python has become a staple in date science , allowing data analyst and other professionals to use the language to conduct computer statistical calculation , create data visualiziation , build machine learning algorithms, manipulations and analyze data , and complete other data – related tasks.

Python can build a wide range of different data visualization, like line and bar graphs , pie charts , histograms , and 30 plots . Python also has a number of libraries that enable coders to write programs for data analysis and machine learning more quickly and efficiently like TensorFlow and Keras

Web Development

Python is often used to develop that develop the back end of a website or applicants – the  parts that a user doesn’t see. Python’s role in web  development can include sending data to and from server processing data and communicating with database. URL routing and ensuring security. Python offers several framework for web development . Commonly used ones include Django and Flask.

#digital learning #python #programming #technology

[hannahsmusings]

Renee

It is a lot of work but I knew what I was getting myself into… once I uttered the words ‘Doctor’ at the age of like 12, my parents refused to let me go down any other route. You know how they are, so, here I am. *my parents were very involved in my life and not in a bad way, they were perfect, I loved my family even though they were a bit overbearing at times, but they really pushed me and motivated me through the past 4 years and reminded me how it would all pay off in the end* *I shrug when he says it must be more advanced than biology* Not entirely… not yet anyways. Once I get into med school, that’s when the real hard shit will start, this is all just setting me up for that. *I don’t notice any change in Anthony, not aware of how I was looking at him, just watching as he sips his drink* *my eyes widen just a bit as he says he was doing sports science, not pegging him for that type, figuring he would’ve been studying English or something mundane and boring* I don’t think I’ve met anyone as obsessed with sports as you, Ant. *I giggle, shaking my head playfully, but the giggle died on my lips as he asks me why we haven’t run into one another until now, as if it was my fault, my body tensing a bit, that resentment and bitterness slowly starting to sneak back in, trying to keep it at bay but this wasn’t what I wanted to talk about right now* I don’t know, you tell me… Figured you were too busy being Mr. Popular Jock to hang out with a nerd like me. *I try to come off playful but the words were true; the entire summer after we graduated, Anthony spent his time with the ‘cool’ kids, and I was left alone, spending the summer mainly with my family and some other friends, Anthony unable to make and keep plans since he was always going to this party or that party and during the days he was always hungover and slept majority of the time* We just run in two different circles now and it’s a pretty big campus… 

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*grins, nodding in understanding as you were always determined as a kid and I knew your parents were the same, picturing your mum and my chest aches with a pang, so fond of her and it had been ages since we’d been in touch, both your parents having so often taken me in, provided me with a place to crash or a warm meal when things at home weren’t good, your Mum being like a mum to me also and suddenly feeling twisted with guilt that I’d not reached out, telling myself I’d call her* How is Mama Coppola? Does she still make that insane banana bread? *moans as I think about it, grinning, loving your mum an obscene amount* *nods as you talk about med school, picturing it so well and smiling* You’ll be ace, I just know it. Nothing you can’t do Doctor Renee. *grins, sipping my drink once more and shrugging when you say I was obsessed with sports, chuckling a little* It’s the only thing I’m good at, didn’t have many other options. *laughs, genuinely coming off as a joke but it being a good example of how I still inhabited those thoughts of my dad, that I wasn’t smart or good enough to do anything but sports* *cocks a brow as you call me popular jock, laughing a little and shaking my head* You’re not a nerd. *even though I knew your words were teasing, they made me think, why was it that we lost touch and stopped hanging out? how did I let that happen?* *nods and shrugs* I guess so. Still, time to change that. You’re definitely coming to the game on Saturday okay? You don’t have a choice in this. *grins, teasing but desperately wanting to see you again, knowing I wouldn’t be able to settle for just seeing you at tutoring, needing more already, that desperation to be with you in your presence being just as strong now as it was in my teens*

#renee plot

[gorgeousattorneyjournalist]

Things you will love in BU

By Kimberly Palenzuela

If you’re looking for a place you can call home where you can create fun-filled memories as you navigate your college life, there’s certainly no place like Bicol University. Excited to know more about it? Worry no more, let me take you inside!

Let’s start our campus tour. Talking about accessibility, Bicol University main campus is located along the border of Legazpi and Daraga, Albay. Jeepneys are the easiest and most convenient means of transportation to get there. BU is rider-friendly as the university road is connected to the highway. You will often see students with their own motorcycles or e-bikes, but people won’t mind if you choose to walk around. Distance is quite a burden when you walk from campus to another, but you'll get used to it anyway.

When you enter the campus, you will surely catch a glimpse of the shiny silver landmark called the "torch of wisdom," which is a representation of the university’s four pillars. What’s interesting about this symbol? Well, there is an urban legend that says you shouldn't try to take a picture there during your freshman to junior years, because there is a possibility you will not graduate. Whether you believe it or not, it's fun to anticipate the feeling of taking a picture once you are sure you can graduate from your senior year. One indication of that is when you have your thesis hard-bounded, just satisfaction you can get from that. So better warn your friends about that or else they will be haunted.

Yes, of course, let us state the obvious: the field, the green field backdrop of the torch itself. As you can see, it might be simple yet you are going to enjoy your time in the field. Why? It's because your college years will surely be stressful and you are only going to escape this when the university will have an event in this huge field. Booths are usually planted here. Dance and music performances also take place in this plain greed field. If you love parties and the vibe of a huge crowd, you will surely appreciate this field. How about when there's no event? Well, in those eventless days, you will find a lot of Bueños just laying around with their friends, just basking in the soft golden hour, while some are taking their photographs with their OOTDs. You can also find couples holding hands, and if you're in luck, you may catch them kissing. The things we do for love. And of course, let us not forget those who just want their alone time, listening to their headphones and reading a book - living in their own world.

Another place that you will love is the famous BU Oval. If you're just living around Albay, you have heard about it for sure. This is where the sports competitions are being held. But it also has a special role for your college life. When you are in your freshman and sophomore years, you will surely devote your sweat, time and energy here for the obvious reason that you will have your P.E classes here. But what makes it historic and popular is that it has been serving as the venue for the infamous BU HATAW for several years now. Also, the bleachers will serve as your haven if you just want to rest and feel the breeze on your exhausting days as a college student.

For sure, there are plenty of outdoor activities here in BU. But let us not forget that the core of the university is academic learning and research. There is certainly no place like the BU Library, a three-story building where you can go if you want to indulge in books of any genre per say, because the BU Library has it all. You will surely spend your time here even if you are not a bookworm, because it offers a comfy space where you can have a little chit chat with your college besties.

And last but not the least, the Canteens. We have the Kem's Ongpin batchoy house just beside the Aquilino Bonto Building Old Cal. But who doesn’t know about Graciana's? It is a famous food kiosk in the College of Science (CS) canteen that offers a variety of budget-friendly snacks.

Finally, it’s a wrap. These are the few major things you will love and appreciate in your BUEÑO journey. Always remember to never forget to stop and smell the flowers even though it's tough to be a college student.

[altacjobsblog]

No, 70%-85% of People DON’T Get a Job Through Networking

(Date published/updated: March 2023) At Least, There’s No Reliable Data to Confirm That

There's a very misleading statistic that frequently gets bandied about in the job-advice world: 70%-85% of people get their jobs through networking. Type that into Google and you’ll get tons of articles (some from fairly reputable sources like Forbes, CNBC, Yahoo, and NPR) repeating it. However I was skeptical when I heard this data point, and I was right to be, turns out.

Let’s dive into this.

There seem to be two main sources for this apocryphal statistical truism. One is a 2016 survey published on LinkedIn. This is the primary source widely cited in outlets like Forbes and Yahoo (linked above), all the way down to business and career blogs and sites like FinancesOnline. Ironically, FinancesOnline cites that statistic by linking to a HubSpot piece which no longer exists. The Hubspot “original source” page has been taken down (though it was quite likely citing the LinkedIn study)

However, that LinkedIn data is DEEPLY suspect. For a full debunking of that research, scroll down to section 2 below.

But before getting into more detail on why that 85% number is bogus, it is also worth talking about the (long) history of that 70%-80% stat. It has been shared fairly recently on outlets like CNBC (linked above); but the most commonly linked-to source on it (that I can find) is a 2011 NPR piece. The data doesn’t come from any cited or mentioned social science research, or any other kind of actual statistical finding.

It is shared with NPR in an interview with a man named Matt Youngquist, who is the president of Career Horizons, which, according to their website “specializes in providing professionals with expert advice in improving their job hunting and career success.” In other words, they are career consultants who get paid to help people do things like network. Youngquist shares the stat, but gives no information on the source of it (nor does NPR do any due diligence on it). Youngquist just repeats it, and NPR publishes it, like so many before them have done.

It’s a commonly circulated percentage, but one that appears to be without any real basis, at least not in this century. A few folks have done some digging on this, and best anyone can tell, that 80% stat became widely circulated after an 1980s New York Time’s piece quoted Richard Bollen (of What Color is Your Parachute fame) as saying 80% of jobs are not acquired through “formal means” (which includes job applications) (h/t to Jen Hubley Luckwaldt at The Balance Careers for helping to dig this up, citations and all)

Bollen’s source of that information appears to have been research conducted and published by Harvard Sociologist Mark Granovetter in the 1970s!!! Granovetter wrote a paper called “The Strength of Weak Ties” and later a book called How to Get a Job (first ed. 1974, second 1995). In How to Get a Job, Granovetter includes data such as the chart below (p. 18)

I’m not going to dive into the study in-depth because it’s from 1974 and therefore obviously totally irrelevant to the modern job market, regardless of its validity at the time. However, the 80% figure that Bollen popularizes in the New York Times appears to have been derived from this data, which found that roughly 19% of the job seekers included in Granovetter’s study found a job through “formal means,” which included answering a job ad (it also included use of other formal, 3rd party institutions like recruiters).

Ironically, even this data does not say 80% of people got their jobs through networking. While a little less than 20% got it through ‘formal means’ (including job applications) another near 20% got it from just sending resumes cold, calling cold, or walking in. That’s what “direct application” means here. That 80% statistic has become very distorted in present-day conversations about job hunting (because virtually no one who uses it actually knows where it came from!). And it is almost 50 years out of date at this point.

So if you are a job seeker, do not take any of that data seriously. And if you are in the job advice sector STOP REPEATING IT. It’s completely out of date and has been highly distorted.

Now, on to debunking that study published on LinkedIn….

SECTION 2 

Don’t trust that 85% number either.

FIRST, THE STUDY IS FAIRLY DATED

Although 2016 is not nearly as out-of-date as 1974, it is dated as far as the job market is concerned, due to COVID and a number of other factors. But even if the study were current, it is not valid or reliable for a whole host of other reasons, such as… SECOND, NO SAMPLE INFORMATION IS GIVEN

In his write-up on the data, the author states: “About 3,000 people have responded so far, most of whom are in staff or management roles.” That’s the only information he gives about WHO the respondents were. There is NO demographic information provided (no age breakdowns, no gender breakdowns, no racial/ethnic breakdowns, no regional breakdowns, etc.) We have no idea who makes up this sample, so there’s no way to verify if it is remotely representative of…anything. (It is worth noting, the survey itself doesn’t even ask for that info, so even the author has no idea what his survey demographics look like)

Furthermore, we have no idea what sectors these people currently – or formerly – worked in. Certain sectors rely more on networking than others, and this survey could be skewed towards networking-heavy sectors. (Or it could be skewed in the opposite direction, but the point is, there’s no way to know or verify that)

THIRD, THERE’S A STRONG LIKELIHOOD OF SAMPLE BIAS

The author starts the piece by saying “Over the past 12 months I’ve been asking people how they found their most recent job.” That’s the only information he gives about how his sample was acquired. My suspicion is it was mostly circulated through his own personal networks, and on LinkedIn…which is a site primarily for professional networking!!

This is a textbook example of (likely) sample bias. Quite probably, he gathered his sample from a place where the most active members are highly invested in professional networking. It’s like going on the DC Comics subreddit and asking how many people like Batman. The sample source is going to skew that data a LOT.

(And granted, we don’t KNOW it was distributed on LinkedIn, but the fact that it’s not clear where or how he got the sample should be enough to make this 85% statistic meaningless on its own)

But never fear, there’s even more BS where that came from….

FOURTH, IT HAS VERY QUESTIONABLE DATA REPORTING

Very early on in the piece, he shares a graph, which divides the job ‘transition’ sector into four groups:

Active jobseekers who are un/under employed

Active jobseekers who are employed

“Tip-Toers” (people who are casually poking around, but not making a full-throated effort)

Employed “Passives” (people who are not job-seeking, but who nonetheless find new jobs through other means, mostly networking)

There are several troubling things to note about this graph. First the vast majority of the sample (65-75% of it) falls into the “Passive” category…i.e., PEOPLE WHO WERE NOT LOOKING FOR NEW JOBS OR ACTIVELY SUBMITTING JOB APPLICATIONS. These are people who mostly changed jobs because someone in their network reached out to them to proactively recruit them (with internal openings at their current company making up the second largest chunk).

When you aren’t actively job hunting, OF COURSE the main way you are likely to change jobs is through your network contacts reaching out to you. It’s basically tantamount to saying: people who aren’t submitting job applications don’t typically get jobs by submitting job applications. Wow, useful static. Super informative.

And please keep in mind, this group makes up 65%-75% of his total sample! That 85% number was derived MOSTLY from ‘passive’ job-transitioners who weren’t actively looking to find a new job in the first place.

Only 20% (maximum) of the people included in this study (groups 1 & 2) were very actively submitting job applications as a means of finding a new job. And of those people, typically their success rate with job applications (vs. other means) was around 40%. Furthermore, for neither group does networking have an above 50% success rate for finding a new job, either. (The extra 13-18% was people finding new jobs through some means other than traditional job applications OR networking) FIFTH, IT'S NOT CLEAR WHAT 'NETWORKING' MEANS HERE

One of my perpetual gripes with the discourse around "networking" as a job hunting strategy is it's often profoundly vague. "Networking" is a term that could mean anything from getting a wholly nepotism-based job offer directly from your aunt, to doing informational interviews, to hearing about an opening at your friend's company through a casual conversation with your friend, to seeing a call for applications on Twitter, to just having a LinkedIn profile and keeping it up to date. "Networking" is an ill-defined concept, it can encompass a huge range of things, and it's also NOT mutually exclusive from sending in job applications. (You could learn about an opening through networking, but apply to it like a normal job, and both aspects of the process might have been necessary for you to land that job)

Most of the widely circulated data on job hunting is moderately trustworthy at best. And it is often hard to know what people are including under the umbrella of "networking" in their data. Which is another reason I take most of it with a huge grain of salt. DEBUNKING SUMMARY

In conclusion, even assuming the demographics of this sample are representative (which is a huge leap of faith on its own), and even assuming these trends still hold true in 2023 (another leap of faith), for ACTIVE job hunters, applying to jobs versus networking has a roughly equal success rate, by this study’s own data!

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Please be skeptical of the truism that most jobs are primarily gotten through networking. That assertion simply is not backed up by the data. At least, not the data networking advocates often cite. That 85% number is not reliable and that fluctuating 70%-80% stat is almost 50 years out of date and has been highly distorted in its circulation over the years. (By the way, if any of you out there are still teaching undergrads, this is a pristine case study on the way statistics can become misused, distorted, and thoughtlessly repeated, even by fairly reliable sources like NPR)

#blog #networking #job hunting

[mercury-lurks]

Doing an angst rp with Mercury and got sad so I wrote a little hapby thingy with merc and quine :3

Very inspired by Boyfriend by Dove Cameron btw just thought I'd mention

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The night was warm. The trees blew in the hot breeze, bugs buzzing from leaf to leaf to get a small reprieve from the endless heat.

Mercury didn't understand why Quine had invited them to third-wheel on them and Valzu's date. Granted, it wasn't truly a date, and it was also a school dance, but she didn't understand why Quine and Valzu just didn't go by themselves. Mercury had far more important things to do than hang out with Quine's boyfriend.

But, alas, Mercury needed to uphold appearances. If they didn't seem popular, Da'ceri would be disappointed. Stars, there was also that science test coming up that Mercury had to study for.

He smoothed out her outfit, taking great care to make sure not a speck of dust ruined their image. Quine and Valzu were linked together with their arms, chatting idly as they walked into the school cafeteria.

It was only a middle school dance, thank The Ruler of the Stars, so Mercury wouldn't have to run for any school royalty. Of course, she'd be expected to during highschool.

Valzu pushed Quine into the dance floor, the smaller of the two giggling. Mercury rolled their eyes and resolved to hang around the snack table away from everyone.

He picked up a cup filled with water, idly sipping on it as they surveyed the crowd. Nothing in particular caught her interest, so he settled for watching Valzu and Quine dance together.

Honestly, it was terrible. Valzu kept jerking Quine around, stepping on their feet and far too close for comfort. Quine took it in stride, bending back a bit to get away from his looming presence.

Of course, Mercury was soon distracted by someone from Student Leadership coming up next to her.

"Heya, Merc! How's it hanging?" Bla'cara asked, throwing xer arm over his shoulder good-naturedly.

"Don't call me that." Mercury replied in an even tone, pushing xer arm off her.

"Oh. Sorry." Xe looked awkwardly at Mercury, shuffling anxiously. "Um. You liking the party?"

"Not particularly, no," he said simply, taking another sip of water. "Far too childish for my tastes. Silly dancing and stupid little party games."

Bla'cara stood there for a moment before walking away, not saying a word to them. Mercury was happy that interaction was over.

They tapped their foot against the floor, picking at the skin of her fingers. He wondered if Neptune and Shad'r would be alright with their parents tonight. They would, of course, but Mercury usually took care of them. It was hard letting someone else do that, even for an hour or two.

Soon, Quine came and joined them by the snack table. Valzu was off talking to some of his friends, apparently.

"You haven't done anything yet have you, baby blue?" Quine asked, leaning against her.

Mercury blew air harshly out of his nose. "This little dance is too immature. I could be doing something more productive, you know."

Quine's face fell, and Mercury wanted to immediately take everything back. They sighed, looking back at the dance floor. "I guess it is. But it's nice being a little immature sometimes. We're only 13, Mercy, we get to live a little."

"You get to live a little." Mercury corrected. "I don't."

Their ears twitched a bit in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Rolling her eyes, Mercury elaborated. "I have an image to uphold. I can't go goofing off and do whatever without consequences. I'm even lucky I got permission to come here."

Quine frowned, lightly hitting Mercury's tail with their own. "I knew your parents were strict, but I didn't know they were that strict."

"They do it because they care about my future. I can't get a good job with the U.N.S.C. if I'm not perfect. It's bad enough I'm flawed."

They looked at Mercury with horror. "Flawed? You can't be talking about-"

"Of course I am. I can't do the things everyone else can. I can't hold a pencil right, I can't grip things the correct way, I can't play sports or push buttons or anything. My hands are broken, Quine. They don't work right." Mercury brought her hands up, watching them tremor for a moment before hanging them back down.

Quine gained a determined look on their face. "That's not a flaw, Mercy. It's not your fault your hands shake. I don't know what it'll take to convince you, but I'm willing to put in the work."

Mercury scoffed. "Go right ahead. It won't matter."

"You're too cynical. You need to lighten up a bit." Quine kicked his leg softly, furrowing their eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" She questioned. Mercury's questions were momentarily paused when Quine dragged him into the middle of the dance floor. "I- Quin-"

Quine shushed him, giggling. "Just dance, silly! Loosen up! One little jig won't kill you."

It was hard to resist Quine's golden smile, and so Mercury let themself be pulled along in a dance. Soon she was moving with Quine, careful not to make any missteps or step on their feet.

Quine twirled them around, a genuine laugh escaping her lips. Mercury pulled them into an even more dramatic move, Quine responding in kind. Both of them ended up laughing, pushing each other and bumping hips and stepping on each other.

The dance settled down into a slow sway, Quine's hands on his hips and Mercury's arms looped around their neck. The silence between them was comfortable, and Mercury let her eyes slip shut.

"You know, baby blue, I've been thinking about breaking up with Valzu."

Mercury's attention was brought back to the present, blinking their eyes open. "What do you mean? Why?"

"He's a good boyfriend, sure, but he's not a good friend." They explained, tail swishing pleasantly behind them. "I don't think he's right for me. There's someone else I've had my eye on."

Now Mercury was curious. "Oh? Do tell."

Quine chuckled, tilting up Mercury's chin. "Take a guess, dear."

After a moment, Mercury's face heated up. "O-oh. Quine, I-"

"I know you don't feel romantic attraction. But I can't keep lying to him like this, you know? Maybe once it fades, I'll get back together with him, but-"

Mercury silenced them with her hand, placing it over their mouth. "Quine, I know I don't usually do romance. But- but I'd like to try. With you."

Quine grinned under Mercury's hand, which he removed a moment after. "Well then, Merc. Would you care for another dance?"

A purr rumbling in his throat, Mercury replied. "Why yes. Yes I would."

#mercury lurks #my writing #merc x quine #fluff #oc lore

[the-six-fingered-villain]

A personal note on Foucault & Fic….

I think the title is why I picked it? I've retained no real memory of how Madness and Civilization became my second rogue PDF binding but bind it I did, back in 2018. And contained within it- near the beginning because I certainly haven't finished reading it yet- is a small quote that was used in the first chapter of my first posted (and first finished) fan fic. As in, narratively, the piece was embedded in the text and passed to a character.

As my reading slowly (but with increasing speed) shifts away from fiction to non-fiction, I find having little… tethering ideas (fic ideas) an ideal way to retain & relate the miscelanious (but interesting!) facts and info these texts bring to me. Primarily I mean things about math and science and engineering, but some pesky… other bits have slipped in along the way.

My partner and I met in college, and while I went straight Comp Engineering, he double majored in Comp Sci & 'the philosophy of history of science'- something that I've teased him about on more than one occasion. We've a number of glancing, but not quite aligned interests which makes for an interesting relationship. We both started using cannabis in our 30s and it spiked during covid (well… a spike suggests an eventual decline… we're still over self medicating atm I' believe) and during one of our 'we've been hanging out together, exclusively, in this apartment for months' covid conversations resulted in me wailing "I don't want to go to philosophy school!" -- a quote that we still chuckle about every now and then.

That said… I just finished Foucault's four volume A History of Sexuality series, having paused for a breather in the middle to read his The Archaeology of Knowledge… and I'm already looking forward to poking at The Order Of Things. I originally nabbed vol 2 & 3 from the library because 'OoOoOo! sexuality!' sounded titillating and I was looking for a chaser for Erotism: Death and Sensuality by Bataille (which I really liked). Amusingly, it was not that titillating, but it was at least interesting and educational and more importantly inspirational. Am now absolutely kicking myself for not purchasing the texts because there are bits there I wish I'd marked up and would like to easily go back to… but how could I have known?? Volume 1 was the first text I let myself take a pencil to and it really helped parse the language and retain ideas.

The first story I wrote nabbed Foucault for chapter one but after that I tried to weave in a different book reference per chapter. Stepping over the failed story I tried to write directly after that (it's lack of backing text or references in large part why I think I let it falter… never mind it's my most 'popular' piece, unfinished as it is) the Erotism book heavily influenced and drove my next story and then this Foucault series fed into the current work (of which I've six chapters left to go…)

I still don't know how folks 'normally' consume philosophy- I can usually only make headway on a text with a joint in hand and much of the ideas are filtered through the question of 'how can I apply this to my writing?'… I also have no idea how to converse naturally/normally about it- I let slip a reference to it last weekend at a party (it was relevant to the conversation!) and the artist next to me exclaimed that her friend was a formal Foucault scholar, studying his notes and writing back in France. Not knowing how to react to that I simply regretted saying anything. Even writing this post feels weird and unpleasant-- but I am trying to mark my reading on this side blog, thus the justification.

To force out some final thoughts about the books in particular, under the cut because this is already too long--

Vol 1: The Will to Knowledge - short, interesting, made statements that made me think about the act of fic writing itself. I've already bought a second copy I plan to mark up and send to an acquaintance.

Vol 2: The Use of Pleasure - great, the first one I read, talks about ancient Greeks. Not knowing much about ancient Greece, this was very informative and… agreeable? Useful for writing current story. Would recommend.

I swear, the sentences are too damn long-- hence the need for highlighting/markup-- but eventually the cadence becomes expected/tolerable and some interesting points/ideas come through that make me want to mull over them.

The whole page above was interesting to me, but to pull out a specific section (reduced for clarity):

… for the Greeks there could not be desire without privation*, without the want of the thing desired and without a certain amount of suffering mixed in; but the appetite … can be aroused only by the representation, the image or the memory of the thing that gives pleasure; [Plato] concludes that there can be no desire except in the soul, for while the body is affected by privation, it is the soul and only the soul that can, through memory, make present the thing that is to be desired… Thus, what seems in fact to have formed the object of moral reflection for the Greeks in matters of sexual conduct was not exactly the act itself…, or desire (viewed from the standpoint of its origin or its aim), or even pleasure (evaluated according to the different objects or practices that can cause it); it was more the dynamics that joined all three in a circular fashion (the desire that leads to the act, the act that is linked to pleasure, and the pleasure that occasions desire). The ethical question that was raised was … with what force is one transported “by the pleasures and desires”? 

*the loss or absence of a quality or attribute that is normally present. (I had to look up a lot of words reading through these)

The photos are from Oct 28th, 2021 to give a sense of how long I've been working my way through these

Vol 3: The Care of the Self - meh, I know there were bits that stood out, quotes I wrote down, but I retain no overall specific memory of this one

Vol 4: Confessions of the Flesh - while I did not enjoy the act of reading this one as much, for it is very long and released after his death, I greatly appreciated the insights into very early Christian ideas/structure of thinking.

As someone who struggles with religion-- raised Unitarian Universalist but came away despising all religions-- I somehow continue to narratively bump up against the concept. I both wince and laugh at the memory of my very first tabletop character being a member of the Russian Orthodox Church… It was structurally needed to tie party together (and had amazing long-term ramifications due to brilliant GM plotting) but boy howdy did I not know how to play her. Wound up chunking that one into a volcano in fact… and now I'm 100k words in on a story primarily featuring a nun. I make no claim to correctly portraying her, but feel at least this reading has helped me to model some internally consistent structure… where normally I would just have a big dotted outline and many question marks surrounding the word 'faith'. Still not a fan, but 'know thy enemy' and all that…

#review #recommendation #I'm not saying I understand everything I read-- but comprehension and enjoyment are separately measured vectors #brain is clearly in a very verbal phase-- apologies #six says things