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steleir · 10 days
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WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ITS WRONG WITH HIM.
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paeinovis · 11 months
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Wrightworth is truly the slow burn of all time
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mangora · 2 years
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Awful wizard books are awful but hell if I’m going to let the knowledge i accrued during my childhood hyperfixation go to waste
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riotgrrrlhole · 1 year
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Me praying the gay gods to give me strength to come out of the closet to my mom and dad and also to give me a 2023 with gay sex
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sad--tree · 1 year
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HELP the Maybe I Should Go Back To School Brainworms are active again which is. Crazy!!!!!! Bc i still have 2 courses left from the LAST time i fooled myself in2 thinking that was a good idea!!!!! And i fucking hate the program but at this point it's like, i cant drop out with only TWO COURSES LEFT!!!!!! ....even if id rather fake my own death 2 avoid those courses......
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starrynyxa · 2 years
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M8 i do not know ur exact situation but it IS bullshit that all stem majors hate their classes/wanna kill themselves. College classes can be so much fun if you figure out what makes you happy please do not think that that taking classes you hate is the norm/what everyone experiences/the only option
the problem I have is that the thing i wanna do is the kinda thing you dont necessarily need a degree for 😭 like, in this day and age if you have the connections + a good portfolio, you could get hired as an artist even without formal education. But i also need something to fall back on bc to put it bluntly i dont think making it as an artist is that easy unless youre exceptional and groundbreaking and shit like that and also i need money - hence entering as a stem major. i just dont know What field to do
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str4wb3rrys1mp · 11 months
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HII! How are are :D I see your a new writer, and I wanted to send a request to you and it hopefully won’t be to hard to do, so since you write for creepypasta….
May I request Homicidal Liu, Jeff The Killer, Brain/Hoodie and Jane The Killer with a Male!S/O who has a Cutthroat Personality from Akudama Drive?
I hope that’s fine with you ^^ thank you so much! Have a wonderful day :D
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Omg yes ofc I havnt seen this one but I'll have to watch it!! But I cant write hoodie for shii srry :(( Also I'm good hry?
JANE THE KILLER
Jane admired your childlike wonder, but was a bit jealous of it at the same time.
One night she had broken into your house, initially thinking she'd be in and out like usual.
So imagine her surprise when cute little you not only held your ground but managed to flip her onto her back, making a loud thud on the ground.
Tbh baffled for like five seconds.
After a bit more back and fourth you both hear a knock at your room door, making you and Jane freeze.
Your roommate called your name and asked what the hell you were doing at 2:37 in the morning.
Jane, luckily gave you some time to answer him, before shooting you a grin and dashing to and out of your second story window.
A bit concerned for her, you hurried to your window, but Jane was nowhere to be seen. JEFF THE KILLER
Somehow your friends had convinced you to go into the creepy haunted woods behind your backyard.
When Jeff first say you mf prolly went feral.
Like,, drooling, the whole nine yards feral. 💀
But when your group actually saw him, he was stoic, the most you'd get was him staring at you from the back of the room.
And than you managed to throw hands with THE PROXIES?? managing to break one of BEN's console cords and strangled Masky for nearly five seconds??
Now he's just plane impressed, you don't look the type, in your pastel outfit with a white and pink sailor hat atop your head, but Jeff knows that looks can deceive.
Somehow mans managed to pull you into another room away from the chaos, and proceeds to ask you to "Show him your strength"
so naturally you think,, oKAY maybe he wants me to punch the wall?? idk man
BUT THEN this GROWN ASS man holds out his hand, beckoning for you to grab it, so you do and mf sticks his thumb up and challenges you to a thumb war
so after you kick Jeff's shit in and beat him, he agrees to show you out of the mansion.
He helps you load your bloody and bruised friends into the car that you took to get here, assuring you they weren't dead, they just needed immediate medical attention.
right before you got into your car, Jeff turns you around and asks a question.
"Can I get ya number prettyboy?" HOMICIDAL LIU
Liu had known you since 4th grade, so you didn't necessarily scare him.
most of the time
You've always been like this, but you were really cool! He swears! Just give it some time.
However what does freak Liu out, is when someone makes a comment or a joke that you don't like, because you go deadly silent.
If looks could kill man, these mfs would be long gone.
AND THEN you can just go back to laughing and looking so happy like you didn't just try to murder someone with a glare???
Also freaky, in his humble opinion.
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OUR BELOVED SUMMER AU
PORTGAS D ACE X F! READER
This is gonna be based off the KDRAMA "Our Beloved Summer" I haven't finished it so keep that in mind. Idk if this is gonna be continued but this is the concept. Use of They/Them for Ivankov. I'm a Mrs. Kook defender. Not much was changed here but I will be altering to fit with the characters personalities a bit. Some original "Our Beloved Summer" characters might be split into two depending on the scene. The formatting is super weird so might not make sense, I really reccomend the show! Basically the different font is when the two are being interviewed and the flashbacks in between are describing the events of their meeting. As it goes on it will make more sense. Obv this is not my original storyline though some parts are changed 100% reccomend the show.
PROLOGUE
May, 2011
Interview, Ace sits in chair shuffling awkwardly. Portgas D. Ace, High School Senior, 17: Oh… start? Uh- My name is Portgas D. Ace.
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A teacher talks at the front of the classroom as Ace knocks out in a fit of narcolepsy. Camera crew recording to the right of him near a window, miniature camera facing him on his desk, another camera facing the girl next to him.
His eyes flutter open and immediately direct to the camera crew next to him, comfortability snatched away from him.
“Don’t look at the camera” Dragon whispers over.
Ace slowly lifts his head, “It’s too big for me to miss…”
Dragon sighs, “Just… pretend there’s nothing over here”
“How am I supposed to do that? It’s right in front of me??”
“Ignore it-“
“Idiot. Face forward.” The girl in the chair next to Ace whisper shouts over the teacher. Ace furrows his eyebrows and looks at her as she stares down at him from his hunched over position, “…Why are you looking at me? Look at the board.”
‘Bitch.’ Ace thinks.
“Class is dismissed! Do whatever you want.” The teacher, Dracule Mihawk sighs and whispers under his breath, “Fuck these kids.”
He packs up his things as the camera crew stays fixated on him.
“You’re leaving?” she asks, sitting in the same spot.
“None of your business what I’m doing.” Ace messily shoves his things in his bag, papers everywhere crumpled together.
The girl takes a deep breath, “Sir, can we stop recording?” Her head slowly turns to glare at the back of Ace’s head, “It’s really hard to work with such an idiot.”
Ace turns on the heel of his sneakers “Huh? You call me an idi-“
“We have been filming for DAYS. The whole time you’ve been moving around like you’re insane. I can’t focus at ALL because you were so restless.”
“The camera is- RIGHT. THERE. What the hell do you want me to do?”
“Focus on class? Maybe?! You can’t even do that?”
“Then ignore me and focus on yourself.”
“Fine. You don’t care about getting good grades, totally get it. But I refuse for you to end up bringing me down to your level.”
Ace turns to the camera in a “The Office” style fourth wall break, “You heard that right?” He turns back, “I’m SOOO happy for you. Your social skills couldn’t get lower.”
The girl scoffs and murmurs “why did I even agree to this?”
“I KNOW right?” Ace smiles and puts his hands on his hips with a sarcastically confused expression, “Why DID you agree to this?” With that, he storms off.
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Interview Y/N L/N, High School Senior, 17:  My name is Y/N L/N. I think I first saw Ace around the tenth grade.
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Flashback to when Y/N is describing, October 17, 2009 
Y/N approaches the library desk, peaking over at the top Bookworms list.
Portgas D Ace
Y/N L/N
“Excuse me, Mrs.?” Y/N asks as the librarian looks up. “Who is…um…” she reads the name one more time “ Ace?”
“Oh? Ace? He’s over there actually.” She points to a guy over in the corner of the library.
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Y/N L/N, High School Senior, 17: I met him in a weird spot.
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“Hey.” She stands near the boy, “My name is Y/N. What’s your school rank?”
Ace looks at her, taken aback and kind of bashfully , “Erm… 267.”
She freezes, “But… we only have-“
“267 students.”
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Y/N L/N, High School Senior, 17:  At that moment, I thought he was a super weird kid. Portgas D. Ace, High School Senior, 17:  UM- No. That was the 2nd time we met. The first time was during the entrance ceremony.
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Flashback to their freshman year, first day of school.
A multitude of students stand in separate lines at a school gym as school officials sit in chairs on a decorated front stage.
“The student entering into their first year with the best grades from middle school is Y/N L/N!” A principle shouts over the chatter.
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Portgas D. Ace, High School Senior, 17:  I watched her walk because she looked like a soldier marching into war or something.
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Y/N grabs her award with a small and serious smile and swiftly going back to her spot in line.
Ace’s deep chocolate eyes meet her piercing and intoxicating ones, he smiles softly at her.
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Portgas D. Ace, High School Senior, 17:  In my own defense here, I was just trying to be nice to her the first time our eyes met.
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“Hey.” She tilts her head up in his direction. 
Ace gasps slightly, cursing himself for doing it right after. His eyes widen and he waits for another word intently
“Turn around.” She narrows her eyes at him.
He looks as if he was pretending not to die slowly, his eyes staying in the same position as only his head slowly rotates forward like a depressed owl.
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Portgas D. Ace, High School Senior, 17:  That’s when I realized she was pretty weird. Y/N L/N, High School Senior, 17:  …ANYWAY- I never thought I would have gotten involved with a kid as weird as HIM.
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Senior Year, February, 2011
Ace rolls around in a chair, restlessly holding a bag over his head with his nose scrunched and bopping his head to non-existent music like the Wii soundtrack was the only thing that was in his head. Which wouldn’t be an unreasonable assumption. The teachers’ room is packed with desks and computers.
“So- what do you think?” Ivankov smiles in an overexcited manner, “The director is a SUPER close confidant of mine and he PROMISED not to get in your way. Awesome right?” They wink, “You can always refuse of course.”
“…Am I the only one being filmed?” She asks.
“No, there will be another, they’ll record the best student and worst student for a month and see how you two will interact. Like a documentary. That’s where Ace-boy over there comes in.”
Y/N’s eyes pan over to Ace getting slapped with a rolled up piece of paperwork by a female teacher, wincing at the contact and putting on the expression of a hurt puppy… or a spoiled toddler. “Ouch- sorry-“ he whispers.
‘…right.” She thinks.
“Anyway- just keep the offer in mind, alright?” Ivankov smiles.
“Okay I will.” She smiles, “Thank you- wait… sorry- say I do agree to it, do I get paid for it?”
“Of course! You’ll be paid well.”
Ace’s bag stays over his head and his eyes stare directly at her as she’s leaving, catching her off guard. She freezes and looks him up and down before jogging off.
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Y/N L/N, High School Senior, 17:  To me, it seemed like he was my total opposite. I thought about saying no. Portgas D. Ace, High School Senior, 17:  Yeah, well I had already said no when Iva asked me, but turned out I had no choice in the matter anyway.
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“ACE!” Dadan calls out to her “not son” and drags him over to the bench the other two are still sitting at, “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US ABOUT THE DOCUMENTARY?!”
“OW OW- why would I?! I’m not doing it.” Ace shouts while getting thrown over to sit on the bench.
Garp laughs and hits Ace way too hard on the back, “What are you TALKING ABOUT? Of course you are! Dragon came all this way to ask. Even though he owes me thousands in child support.”
Dadan mumbles, “You mean he owes ME.”
“YOU CAN'T MISS THIS CHANCE.”
“YOU’RE GONNA GET TO STUDY WITH THE TOP STUDENT OF THE YEAR- YOU HAVE TO.”
“I DON’T WANT TO!” Ace shouts, temper rising.
Garp’s grin fades, “Why the HELL not kid? How can you refuse?!”
“Strangers are gonna know my face!” He puts his arms up in defense.
Dadan scoffs, “as if you care about that.”
“I’m a senior! This will affect my academics.” Ace crosses his arms and closes his eyes as if that was a valid argument.
Silence.
Dadan and Garp burst out laughing.
Dadan can barely get the words out and shouts, “WELL THEY CAN’T GET ANY WORSE KID!”
Garp is still smiling but his laughter fades out, “I mean… they could be to Luffy’s level.”
“…Don’t even go there, he’s lucky he’s only a freshman so they can’t ask him to be in the documentary. He’s the only one Ace is beating right now.” Dadan completely stops smiling at the reminder of the horror that is Luffy’s academic life. No one is even sure he can read. “Besides, you’ll be studying with the TOP STUDENT! You should be GRATEFUL!!”
“But…. BUT! I…. THAT GIRL IS A WEIRDO!”
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Going back to the interview room with the two at least two feet a part glancing at each other tiredly Y/N L/N, High School Senior, 17:  Yeah. That’s it- that’s about how this whole thing started. And it became way more bothersome than I thought.
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Ace sits down in the classroom he switched to, pulling out an array of unnecessary items.
Y/N sighs, “it’s always the worst students who cause the most ruckus.”
Ace looks confusedly over to her, “You talking to me?”
“Keep your stuff off of my desk.”
Ace sassily scoots his colors over to the complete other side of his desk and slowly scoots the overlapping pages of Y/N’s book to her side.”
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Portgas D. Ace, 17:  She was way more annoying than I could have ever imagined.
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The two documentary stars sit at a lunch table alone with cameras between them documenting their every move.
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Portgas D. Ace, 17: At first I tried to be friends with her.
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“Hey um….” Ace awkwardly smiles before trying to talk, not being able to think of a conversation starter. He slowly puts his head back down, fiddling with his spoon and food, but a piece goes flying and lands right on Y/N’s white shirt getting sauce stains on it. 
She looks down slowly and coldly, and in Ace’s personal opinion, seems like she is going to beat the living shit out of him. She looks back up and focuses her eyes away from Ace.
Ace’s eyes widen and he stiffens immediately, “Oh- um- sorry…” he cringes at himself.
She ignores his apology and takes a napkin to try to wipe off the stain, she finally looks back up at him and glares, grabbing a sauce packet and slowly opening it.
Oblivious to the action, Ace turns and points at her sheepishly while facing the camera, trying to explain. “I didn’t mean-“ A spray of sauce goes flying at Ace’s shirt as he gasps and faces her defensively. “I said I was sorry!”
“Good for you. I’m not.” 
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Y/N L/N, 17:  What was I gonna do? We are just too different.
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Y/N and Ace were forced to be recorded attending a gym class, normally Ace’s forte. However, Y/N was set on using him as a human shield instead of playing normally.
She moved him while trying to avoid the ball, causing Ace to get hit and very uncharacteristically fall to the ground. Y/N taking this opportunity to tilt his head the direction of the ball and get him hit in the face instead of the side of his head had he just stayed there.
She stands up again and Ace pulls away facing her in anger, “HEY WHAT THE F-“
Y/N quickly turns him around to the direction of the ball, still unnecessary given he would have still blocked it with the back of his head, Ace realizes and quickly ducks down.
The ball approaches quickly while Y/N is still in that same spot.
The ball smacks her right smack dab in the middle of the face, knocking her down not from momentum of the throw, but the shock and late reflexes making her fall back much easier than normal.
Ace flips his head around, realizing late, “PFFT- uh- you alright there?” He smiles and lends a hand while Y/N grabs his arm and digs her nails into his wrist in cold blood.
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Y/N L/N, 17: He acts like a child.
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Ace lies down on a bench looking up at trees that have light partially peeking through. Like a glimpse of heaven or an artwork showing how nature can work in harmony to form a single piece.
He talks to the camera crew facing a camera up at him from above, “One of the things I love doing the most is lying in the shade, with the sun peeking down on me through the trees.”
“You’re ridiculous.” Y/N interrupts Ace’s filming standing up over him, “Finish that book so you can return it.”
Ace smiles and examines the book, reaching out with it to give to her, as she reaches for it snatching it away with a shit eating grin to put it under his head as a pillow and sighs, “Wow… this is great.”
Y/N fumes and snatches both of the books from under Ace and lets his head hit the hard wood of the bench.
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Y/N L/N, 17:  To top it off he’s lazy.
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Students sit in an eerily quiet classroom, pencils marking away at workbooks, the only sound being Ace’s giggling at his phone out texting some of his friends from Whitebeard’s Resort where he works for the summer.
The students glare over at Ace, not one saying a word, settling for silent annoyance. Y/N grows tired and snatches the phone right out of his hand and shoves it in her backpack.
Ace stands up in shock and disbelief, the sound of the clanking chair alarming Mr. Mihawk.
“What was that?” He enters back into the classroom from the conversation he was having with Shanks, probably escaping it honestly, “ACE! You AGAIN?! I thought I told you all to be quiet.” He sighs and rubs his temples.
Ace glares over at Y/N who gives him a fake confused look and innocently smiles.
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Portgas D. Ace, 17:  Things are already exhausting and she has a knack for making them even worse. Y/N L/N, 17:  To sum it up, Portgas D. Ace is pathetic.
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"Sorry, what was that last question?" Ace asks Dragon in an isolated room, Y/N sitting two feet to his right.
"How about why can't you pay attention?" She crosses her arms and shoots him a pointed glare.
"Right..." Dragon sighs, "I'm gonna restart the recording now, if we can just get this segment done."
Portgas D Ace: Things I hate? *He smiles* Y/N L/N. She’s some weird girl I know.
Y/N L/N: *Facing him* I hate pathetic things. I despise people who are hopelessly pathetic the most. Portgas D. Ace: *Inconspicuously pointing at her* And being selfish! I hate selfish people who only-
Y/N L/N:  People who cause trouble for others! If you want to fail, fail on your own. Why do the rest of us have to go with you? Portgas D. Ace:  People who are super harsh, and speak without thinking. To me those people are super rude. Y/N L/N:  Look at who is talking. He needs to look in a mirror because he doesn’t think at all.
Portgas D. Ace:  He?! Me??? Y/N L/N:  You started it by bitching at me first! Portgas D. Ace: Ugh. Are you done talking? Y/N: Not yet because I’m obviously still talking. Ace: Why did you guys want me to film this again? Y/N: Because it’s a documentary filming the best student helping the worst. Correct? Ace: Ohhhhh… I see… you’re seeing how long normal people can endure anti-social ones. Experiments like this are just unethical. Y/N: Oh I’m sorry… from the title BEST and WORST student who would you think is more antisocial?
Ace: People like her exhaust everyone around them as soon as they enter society. Y/N: Someone like you wouldn’t even be able to enter society so how would you know that? Dragon: Alright… um… here’s a DIFFERENT question: what do you think you’ll both be doing after ten years?
*Silence* Ace: Let’s see… I’ll be 27 by then… Y/N: Whatever it is, I’m hopeful and pretty sure that I will be good at whatever it is I’m doing. Ace:  Ummmmm… I guess I wanna live an adventurous life without being too tied down. Y/N: I’ll lead groups of people in my company and have an active and fulfilling life, a successful one. Ace: I want a free and open life Ace and Y/N: With one thing for sure- Y/N:  I’ll have nothing to do with the pathetic person next to me. Ace: *Scoff*  That’s how I feel.
Dragon shuts off his camera and exits the room with Ivankov waiting outside, "Maybe I've gotten myself into more trouble than it's worth."
"Oh it'll be fine... They'll learn something and become better people by the end of it." They smile.
"I suppose you'r-" He's interrupted by the sound of clanking chairs and incoherent yelling.
"Or maybe they'll kill each other before filming is over and this will be for nothing" Ivankov pats Dragon on the back and take off.
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mangowillow · 1 year
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pairing: jungkook x female reader
summary: you try to let go, but jeon jungkook comes in sweet, hurricane form
genre/tags: fluff, unrequited love for a very brief minute or two, there's sadness here idk i wrote this in that same state
word count: 1.2 k
a/n: by now you'll notice that i have a penchant for writing seemingly unrequited love and cheesy confessions. i know, it's boring. this is a very short drabble that's nothing special.
In a sea of faces, you are lost.
And only ten minutes before the clock strikes twelve—
—before you have to face another new beginning, but with nothing new about those beginnings.
The drinks continue to flow, the laughter of your family and friends all around, celebrating what has passed and what is to come. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jungkook heartily laughing with some of your friends from work. His eyes sparkle, his smile charming everyone else in the room.
—especially you. But he doesn’t know that.
Having known Jungkook since you were both ten, things between you two have always been the same— fun, quiet, comforting, platonic. You can’t remember exactly when you started to fall for him. Maybe it was when he tied your shoelaces at twelve before you were about to play your first soccer match. Maybe it was when you were fifteen and he cried with you when you received your first failing grade. Perhaps it was when you were nineteen and drunk on your ass when he took you home and tucked you in. When you woke up the following day, you realized he was lying beside you, his arms caging you in a protective stance, his head rested between your chin and shoulder.
Maybe it was when you were twenty-five and he once said I love you while he was drunk. The following morning, you carefully asked him if he ever remembered anything the night before, to which he nonchalantly replied, “Nothing, you know exactly what alcohol does to me.” You recognize so vividly how deep your heart plummeted to your stomach, how the feeling of hurt crept in, even when you knew you weren’t supposed to feel that way for him.
You also had your fair share of his dating disasters— how he used to clumsily stumble upon one of his trysts with the girl he took home. And even though you couldn’t face him for days after, he never failed to reassure you that it was alright. He was actually the more apologetic one because as he said, he disrupted your privacy. That didn’t exactly make you feel any better.
But that was who Jungkook is— caring, considerate, your best friend. And to him, you are his star, his light, his best friend.
You are jolted out of your reverie when one of your friends asked if you wanted a refill of the champagne you were drinking. You didn’t even notice that you’ve practically emptied the flute already— was this already your third glass? Fourth? Damn.
“You’ve been so out of it since we arrived, ____” your friend observes.
“Oh, yes, I think I am. All those accounts we had to handle the past week must have taken a toll on me,” you lie. “Ah, you’re right, I will never forget all those nights we had to go on overtime. Good thing the clients were satisfied with their books. Otherwise, we might’ve never heard the end of it from the boss.”
You hum in agreement. You weren’t exactly lying. The work you do never really slows down and it wears you out more often than you would like it to, but at the same time, it serves as a temporary distraction.
“Catch you later, babe. I think my boyfriend’s already here,” your friend quips.
“Of course, I’ll catch up with you guys, later.”
“Only five minutes before we enter a new chapter. Happy new year, ____.”
“Happy new year to you too,” you reply, slightly raising your champagne flute.
Just when you were about to return to your own thoughts and misery, Jungkook stands by your side. Both of you overlook the night sky, invaded by the differing heights of skyscrapers and buildings. The stars are kind tonight— they all show up so brightly. Maybe they also wanted to greet the new year as it arrives.
You don’t miss it— the way he shuffles his feet, seemingly pondering on what to say. It’s not an unusual occurrence between the two of you, anyway. You hear his steady breaths as you try to hold onto yours.
“Are you having fun?” Jeongguk asks.
“Of course. The drinks could be better, though. We have better ones back at home,” you smile as Jeongguk chuckles. He takes a swig of his beer.
Three minutes.
“Ready for your new year’s wish?” Jeongguk asks, making you groan. “Oh come on, we do this every year, ____.”
“Yeah and almost all our wishes don’t come true,” you counter. Jeongguk chuckles once more, that melodious laugh of him making your heart pounce and hurt at the same time.
“Our wishes will come true at some point. They have to,” Jeongguk states.
“I wonder when,” you sigh. You place your flute onto the ledge. Your wish has always been the same— well, at least until last year. It has always been the same, stupid wish you personally know won’t come true.
For Jungkook to love you back.
But it seems that Jungkook has never felt the same. It shows because he almost always brings home different women for the night. You are at least thankful for all the overtime you spend at work because at least you can avoid all the awkward sounds. Jungkook has never said or done anything that would make you feel even a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way about you.
So what makes anything different now?
Two minutes.
“Come on, ____. You can’t back out of tradition now.”
You roll your eyes playfully. Jungkook suddenly takes your hand in his and you notice just now that yours was cold, whereas he was warm. Too warm.
“You and me always, right?” Jungkook looks at you differently this time. It’s softer, more loving than all the other times.
One minute.
You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It has been a long time coming, you thought. As much as you love Jungkook with all your heart, loving him was also painful.
And you didn’t know how much more you can take.
Less than sixty seconds. The crowds around you start counting down. You feel Jungkook squeeze your hand tighter.
Ten seconds. And Jungkook continues to look at you, a soft smile on his face.
Zero— people welcome the new year with cheers and booze.
“I wish I knew how to stop being in love with you,” you say, a tear escaping.
Jungkook doesn’t let go of your hand, his eyes still on you. Despite the roars of the crowd around you, all you can hear is silence. It was deafening.
Nervously, you look away and swallow. But you didn’t get the chance to break the awkward silence between you two because he gently turned your face to look at him once more.
And you definitely didn’t expect Jungkook, your best friend of forever, to lean in and kiss you under the fireworks. Your mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening, but your heart knows. And so you gently kiss him back, all apprehension set aside. He feels you relax into his hold and decides to kiss you deeper.
Head in the clouds, the both of you in a kind of bliss that’s both wonderful and frightening. Yet you both continue to revel at the moment, releasing a kind of love that was right there all along.
When you part, Jungkook looks at you so lovingly as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. He kisses your cheek before whispering against your ear— “You don’t have to know, ____. Because I love you, too.”
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lov-eable · 1 year
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TELL ME  ֗ ˖ ࣪ ᩠ ༉‧₊˚ ✿ #01
━━ a filmmaker decides to follow and document the lives of the worst and best students at your school for a month, unfortunately, those students are you and chishiya, the most annoying guy on earth.
masterlist ◌*ꕤ
word count ✦ 1726
A/N: lets not question why the best student is allowed to have dyed long hair, idk either!!!! also kyuma cameo, i just needed someone as the filmmaker so hes kinda ooc take that in mind U_U hope u like it!
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05/28/18 12:38
Why did the principal reach out to you to meet him at his office? Were you in trouble? Did he finally decide to expel you because of your scores? No, it couldn’t be, everyone knows that type of thing only happens in American movies, so, why were you waiting there and nervously avoiding eye contact? Also, a weird guy -he was wearing a cap indoors and that was enough for you to consider him weird-, who undoubtedly was not a teacher, even less a student was awkwardly standing in the corner of the room. You prayed for a word, just a single word, that could break the tense silence. As if your prayers had been heard for the very first time in your whole life, the awkward guy with the cap crouched down to whisper something in the director’s ear and as he vaguely nodded, the principal eventually spoke. 
“Miss Kano, I have summoned you to propose and discuss an extracurricular activity involving you and one of your classmates” classmate? Who was he talking about? You started getting more curious, letting go of your previous anxieties, maybe this proposal could be fun, right? As long as they didn't force you to study maths for two hours every day after school, it would be pleasant. You heard the strange man clear his throat and you prepared yourself to finally hear him talk, he made you more curious than creeped out. “It seems your, uh, friend may take his time to arrive yet” so your so-called classmate was a guy, your options to guess decreased, “allow me to introduce myself, I’m Kyuma Ginji, filmmaker and the director of this new project”.
Someone knocked on the door softly, so softly it could almost have been ignored if the people in the room weren’t so expectant of the arrival of the fourth member and the principal barely said a word allowing the newcomer to enter the room. Just like that, all your expectations, interest and curiosity died right there without an opportunity to meet the real world. The one classmate who could disturb your day with only his presence set foot into the office and sat in the chair next to you. “Good morning, I’m sorry about the delay, I was taking care of a homework-related matter with Mister Kuzuryu” you tried not to look at him but even his voice annoyed you.
Mr. Kyuma brushed it off and resumed his self-introduction, “now that you both are here, I will explain you my project. Basically, my crew and I want to portray the lives of the senior students with the best and worst grades respectively, and see how you interact with each other for a month” no, simply no, there was no way you would interact with Chishiya for a whole month in front of cameras, not even if a gun was pointed at your head, “if you both agree, we’ll sign a contract and start shooting the first day of June, that way we’ll end at the start of July without disrupting your midterm exams. Please let me know what you think”.
“I think I’ll pass…” “Sir, are we going to get paid?” that rude cat-face with toilet paper-coloured hair dared to cut you off. Who did he think he was? Sometimes, you said to yourself it was nonsense to dislike him with so much energy, and maybe you could start over. You wouldn’t dare to befriend him, but you could finally leave each other alone, but with moments like this, you realized that would never happen. “Yes, of course, all of that information is in more detail in the contract, would you like to see it?” Mr. Kyuma said as he quickly, and really clumsily, directed himself towards his briefcase taking out a portfolio which, you assumed, stored your contracts.
He handed you each a piece of paper which contained all the clauses and conditions, you started reading it but reminded yourself you weren’t interested, if you accepted, you would work closely with Chishiya for a whole freaking month. “Uh, sorry, as I was saying…” “It’s okay, I’ll join the documental” and again, see? This was the reason why you would never work willingly with Chishiya, also, it was odd of Chishiya to accept something like this. No matter how much you disliked him, you couldn’t deny you knew him very well, at the end of the day, you essentially watched him grow. And this wasn’t usual for him. You noticed everyone seeing you expecting an answer, Chishiya smirked at you irritating your insides, “Miss Kano, we only need you to agree and we’ll sign the contracts tomorrow, then start filming as scheduled” oh no, there it was, the pressure. 
It puzzled you why Chishiya agreed to this, the truth is, he had two big reasons; first, he would get paid and the amount was not low, and second, he heard you trying to deny the offer so he figured out that by agreeing, he would have the opportunity to bother you and see that annoyed face of yours that pleased him so much. If we are being honest, it puzzled him as much as you, if not more, why he got so much satisfaction by being around you and pushing your buttons, but the answer was something he deep inside knew he wouldn’t like to acknowledge.
Oh, you were aware there was no way out. Chishiya was already on board and the producer looked at you with puppy-like eyes, anticipating your positive answer. You knew you didn’t owe him anything, but still, he seemed young and hopeful. Even to the untrained eye, it was evident this was his first project. “Uh, why not? But I would like to mention this to my parents first” you talked with hesitation, contemplating the slightest chance your parents would disapprove of their youngest daughter appearing on a documentary showing off her awful grades.
Certainly, your parents weren’t against it, they didn’t even bat an eye, as per usual, they didn’t care about your life while you weren’t out there doing drugs -you weren’t sure about that testament either-. “Could you hand me the salad? Thanks. Yeah, your teacher, or was it your principal? Not so sure, but I got a call, they explained everything. You can participate, honey, it’s not like you’re going to get distracted from your studies or anything” your mom chuckled as if what she had said just recently was funny, but no one else at the table was laughing. Family dinners were always the same, your parents making passive-aggressive comments towards you, maybe praise your sister once or twice and silence. Not awkward, nor comfortable either, just plain silence.
“Mom, I’m not going to join the project” as you said, your parents released a “why?!” into the air in unison. You barely muttered “because I don’t want to” when your dad replied in a demanding tone, “that’s not a valid answer. You never want to do anything. If you do it, you’ll have money and at least one thing to write in your resume” of course the one time you needed your parents to mind their business as they always did was the time they decided to involve themselves into your life. “The man I spoke to earlier mentioned you and Shuntaro Chishiya, if I’m not mistaken, would be filmed. He is Dr. Chishiya’s son, right? He’s the best student, you could use some of his knowledge”.
That was it, you couldn’t stand Chishiya, you couldn’t stand your family, you were at your limit. You stuffed your mouth with the remaining food on your plate and stood up without saying a word, you heard your parents calling your name, but it did not matter to you at the moment. Taking the book you borrowed from the school library and laying in your bed, you found your desired peace, or so you believed until you heard a door knock. You didn’t answer in the case that would make whoever knocked on your door go away. 
It didn’t, instead, a rather familiar face appeared as they opened your door. “Forgot to lock it” Mira grinned at you, “what do you want?” you said while covering your face with the book you were reading at the moment -The Silent Cry by Kenzaburo Oe-. “Can I come in?” you did not use your energy to say no because your sister would ignore you and enter your room whether you like it or not.
She sat next to you in your bed, “I think you shouldn’t deny the film offer”, “are you joining them in this nonsense? Traitor…” you moved yourself to face the wall because you were actually hurt she was taking your parents’ side instead of yours. “It’s a really good opportunity, I don’t think you should miss it, also, why you don’t want to do it? Even though my parents think you are lazy, I know you’re down to try everything at least once”.
“Why are you being so nosy? It’s not like it matters to you or something” you faced her again and stood right up to be at her height. “You are right, it does not matter to me, but clearly does to you, that’s why it’s bothering you so much and you don’t want to say the reason why. Whatever, my opinion shouldn’t be important, but I do think you should do it. You’ll get paid, maybe you could show off some of your poetry, you know, and mom and dad would love to see you” Mira stood up as she talked and was about to disappear through the door that connected your room to the hall but she stopped when you called her name. 
There was a simple phrase you knew you had to say, different from what Mira would have liked to hear, but you didn’t say any of those. “You’re too good with words, you’re like a congressman” your sister laughed leaning against the door, “oh, god, I wish I was a congressman, do you know how much they get paid a year?” a sweet moment of giggles and then, a comfortable silence between you and her settled in the room, “anyways, I have to study, think about what I told you. Good luck with your book”
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heyyy do you have any advice on how to write smut cause its sooo difficult for me *cries in virgin*
ur like one of my fav smutty writers and idk if you have any tips 😭
first off thank u very much i appreciate that :)
this isnt the first time ive been asked for writing tips so im gonna give a lot of info. youre bound to find something useful in this mess
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im so sorry but one of my solutions to giving myself confidence in smut-writing was to literally fuck and fuck a lot
after losing my virginity it still wasnt enough experience tbh. so i gave myself room to explore my sexuality and was privileged enough to do it with a partner that encouraged that growth. that experience of fucking sure didnt hinder my smut-writing ability if you know what i mean ;0 but everything else about writing i learned from years of practice. ive been writing since i was in elementary school like id come home from fourth grade and read and write on quotev klsdjfsfj smut writing skills came later post puberty
when i tried writing smut as a virgin i genuinely couldn’t get past the build up. i was fantastic at writing the build up, it was the actual sex part that was hard bcos even tho i had done enough research (i read a lot of porn) it didn’t instill me with enough confidence that i could write it correctly, and so i never did. however! i sure wish i’d committed to it more, so let me see if i can write out some tips that would’ve helped me in the past
(this is just how i write smut, im by no means an expert)
my timeline
the way i write smut is pretty formulaic so i’ll break it down:
hook line ⟹ settings ⟹ build-up ⟹ foreplay ⟹ sex ⟹ ending
☥ hook line. maybe: a dialogue piece to kickstart; an ambiguous line that reels you in; an exciting action. i dont like starting my story with the name/pronouns of a character doing something boring. i.e. “you were getting ready for the day…” idk it’s not the worst thing in the world and we've all done it but just writing out what i try to avoid.
☥ build up is key to me. i have such a hard time reading and writing porn with no plot. i’ll do it sometimes if i like the writer enough, but i rarely write smut without the build up bcos i feel like that’s where the juice is. its whats fun and what you get to play around with bcos the actual sex part of the fic is pretty predictable.
focus on what’s said and unsaid in dialogue between characters. focus on the emotion each of them are feeling and how that emotion manifests into body language.
⟹ dirty talk is not for everyone, but god i love it. literally get nasty with it, this is your writing and we’re all just readin it. build anticipation using dirty talk, make filthy promises, make threats. make your characters talk about the nasty shit they wanna do to each other.
imagine someone you really wanna fuck, imagine the things youd do to them if you had the chance,,, write it into your characters.
☥ foreplay. goes hand in hand with dirty talk, its where the touching starts. decide how you want to play it. who gets oral, who gets fingered. both? one of them? neither and they just go straight to fucking?? i like foreplay, but if youre writing a “quickie” scenario then it may not be in the cards.
lets say it is in the cards tho. so some things to remember:
⟹ foreplay gets the dicks hard. when dicks get hard they leak pre-cum. balls have like no cushion and theyre soft and have little sacks in em that move around. the skin of this genital is often described as velvety bcos its soft. ive honestly never had sex with an uncircumcised penis so i have no idea if there’s a difference between how they feel.
foreplay makes the pussies loose and wet. the inside can be lumpy. it can be ridged or smooth. it can be all kinds of flesh colors like brown and pink.
without the foreplay (which can be verbal communication, or touching of the body or genitals) its a little painful for afabs bcos theyre too tight or too dry. and a flaccid dick is a little unpredictable to try to fit in.
⟹ afabs can have multiple orgasms, amabs are less lucky. afabs can cum and squirt multiple times, amabs can cum multiple times.
⟹ genitals get really sensitive after cumming though. so if you write someone finishing, write out how they might need some time before they finish again or start fucking, or that they get overstimulated getting touched still after they came and that sensitivity is a little uncomfortable.
⟹ the head of the penis is the most sensitive and that’s what makes it cum/orgasm. clits on pussies are the most sensitive and its what makes cum/orgasms happen. its very difficult if not impossible to achieve orgasm (if youve got a pussy) through penetration alone without clit stimulation
⟹ you can cum/squirt and not have an orgasm
☥ sex
⟹ changing positions can change angles and hit new pleasurable spots inside pussies.
⟹ probably write a couple different positions during the sex part, just to keep things fresh.
⟹ sprinkle in dirty talk to prolong the sex scene and to avoid sounding repetitive because if youre writing p in v it’s pretty standard to thrust over and over again until youre done. its a lot less glamorous when you spell it out like that, so you gotta add shit to make the sex scene more enjoyable to the reader whos not actively experience the sex.
☥ ending. i usually end the one shot after the fucking is done.
the smut tips
☥ think back to a time you were really turned on. from a show, from a book, something someone said to you, your own sex life, porn you really liked,,, take inspiration from it. use it and channel that own arousal within you.
if youve got a dirty fantasy and it gets you so hot and bothered thinking about it, write that.
if youve got a partner that fucks you crazy good and supplies you with inspo for dialogue or for settings or for scenarios, write that too. theres been a whole bunch on my blog that was inspired by my boyfriend. not everything, but enough to mention it.
also! another thing that people underestimate is the inspiration you take from other blogs. like mine for example, if you like my stuff take inspo from it. study my writing style and you’ll see all kinds of little tips in subtext id never be able to list for you. i do that with other blogs, i dont copy them but i definitely learn little things i like from them and incorporate it into my writing for a more cohesive story. if i take an idea though i ask for their permission & credit them.
☥ the most important tip i can give you is be as self indulgent as possible. youre wasting time worrying about other people. “will they like this? will people think im weird? what if they think im weird for writing this?” fuck that noise. warn accordingly, and go ham. your self indulgence is your best friend. it’ll guide you through all those dirty things you want to say or do to someone, let it take root and write what excites you. chances are you will find your people, and your fic will be set apart bcos it’s so specific to you that people will be drawn to that. and if theyre not? it ends up not being popular? it doesnt matter! because you had fun writing it right? fuck yea u did
☥ the types of words you use are so important. words that invoke a certain emotion or sexy feeling. its difficult to explain but i try my hardest to use “beautiful language” paired with dirty, disgusting, cacophonous language. marry them together so you can convey whether youre “love-making” or “fucking”. i dont like words that dont look or sound good in my head. like when you paint, you probably use colors you like looking at to create the entire picture on the canvas that’s beautiful. so pick out paints that are pleasing to the eyes. the bold ones and the soft ones.
examples of words i dont use cos i hate the way they sound and the way they look: “vagina” and “penis” LMAO
even “butt” isnt a word i like to use. i’ll almost always use “ass” or “backside”
⟹ the smut writer’s dictionary
☥ i keep comedy out of it for the most part, ive never really seem humor added positively into a smut that added to the experience. its usually physical humor stuff like the characters bumping heads or stubbing their toe or something its just cringy to me idk. if i add comedy (i am not good at writing comedy)i put it before the smut. and if you must have some sort of lightheartedness id keep it casual, light, and personal. like an inside joke or something tongue in cheek. you dont have to hide your deepest desires behind humor , you can be serious
☥ your pain tolerance is heightened so run with that. get spanked its fun
more important tips i love and stand by:
☥ call backs are important to me. it’s like if you have something in the future of your fic to be used, try to incorporate it in some small way in your establishing settings or build up. but it’s not as important to others as it is to me. an example would be in my one shot “talk huttese to me”, at the end anakin fucks reader on the tool table. at the very beginning of the fic, when i had reader taking in the surroundings of the “garage bay”, she scanned the drawer stack where she set his broth she brought him, and the tool table he’d later fuck her on. its kinda like,,, foreshadowing (i think?). you’re setting up your reader to be like “?? i wonder why the author thought it would be important to mention the tool table.. wonder if anakin fucks her on it later.” but even if your readers dont react that way, i still think it ties things together nicely
☥ try to write 15-20 mins uninterrupted. create a ritual. i use the bathroom, refill my water, grab a fun drink like sweet tea, put on a silent youtube video (like my ahsoka star wars lofi live i love so much), listen to a playlist of music (preferably music you havent heard before so it can fade into the background. maybe even cultivate a playlist for the vibe youre going for in your story, aids greatly in creating an atmosphere in your writing if youre translating the music in your ears), and turn your phones notifications off (ofc i leave on notifs for calls in case of emergencies, but i can answer my friends’ texts after my writing session). set a timer so you dont have to keep checking the time.
☥ don’t stop in the middle of your storytelling to check the thesaurus or dictionary. write out whatever word/phrase first came to mind and highlight it to come back to later to alter or replace it completely. you’re interrupted your creative flow and its difficult to come back to it when youre checking the thesaurus every five seconds. this hack was crucial to my ability to stay on task i promise you
☥ avoid sounding repetitive by using the same words close together. you’ll create a fuller story by adding to your vocabulary using the thesaurus.
☥ avoid listing actions, break them up with adverbs at the start of your sentences if you must, or description of things or the place your character is in, or explain the emotion your character is feeling or what that emotion is causing within your character. starting sentences over and over again with the character’s name or pronoun breaks up the flow for the reader.
☥ really try to finish your works in progress even if you think its bad, the challenge of it will help you practice and learn to overcome your own mind trying to hold you back
☥ if you dont like the direction your fic is going,,, and youre experiencing writer’s block:: cross out the most recent bit and take it in a new direction. “oh but indy!! i really have a certain goal in mind!!” great, find another way to get to it because youre blocking yourself from finishing this forcing yourself into a non entertaining corner. switch it up! challenge yourself. “but indy!! i really liked what i had for this scene!!” yea but youre blocked right? youre not writing anything else for this scene and you cant, right? if you like what you have for this scene (an action, a dialogue piece youre proud of, a plot twist) save it! use it for a different piece !
hope this helps you and others!
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snifflesandchills · 2 years
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Snzarios for Every Month.
I’m also going to do one for sicknesses in general, rather than just colds.
January 🎄
So many people get sick right after the holidays, after exposure to countless colds and germs, and the stress of the season. Maybe a relative was sick, or maybe someone at Walmart while you were doing your last-minute Christmas shopping. Either way, you’re down with a bad head cold.
A stuffy, runny nose
Sneezes that are so tickly they coax more sneezes out.
Every time you sniffle, you can feel congestion going down the back of your sore throat 😣
Headache from constant sneezing and coughing. It throbs with every stifled sneeze, but you can’t stop stifling because then someone else might catch your germs and come down with a bad cold of their own.
What would a winter cold be without chills? And a fever just high enough to make you feel sooo sickkkkk 😩
February ❄️
I catch the messiest colds ever in February, I don’t know why. Like, there was only one February (2021) since I can remember that I didn’t get an awful cold. Idk why 😬 oop
Potential low-grade fever, but constant chills.
Achy throat, head, chest, and basically everything else,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Nose is completely stuffed up, but somehow runs like a faucet? 🤨 messy af
Sneezing continuously, getting rid of a ton of thick, gooey snot, but still not doing anything to help the congestion.
A cough, just so your throat will continue to hurt
So incredibly tired from the sneezing, sniffling, and snot production
March ⛅️
So many people are getting sick as the weather starts to change and snow starts to melt, kicking off allergy season. Sneezy season pushes on.
Headache
Chills, but no fever
Congestion. Plugged, snotty nose and sneezing, a cough, discomfort in general. You are a complete snot monster, but you can’t help it. You can only blame whoever gave you such a horrible cold.
April 🌧
April showers bring May flowers, but they also bring bouts of spring colds. The weather is beginning to get nicer, but you have to be stuck in bed with a bad cold.
Fever and aches. Not the kind of fever that makes you solely cold, but the kind that makes you sweat and have goosebumps simultaneously. As for aches, think head, throat, chest, legs, arms, everything.
A head that’s so stuffed up that the sufferer can’t breathe, let alone sneeze normally. With every breath, they can feel everything shifting grossly inside of their head.
May 💐
Why do I feel like everyone catches the sniffles at the end of the school year?
A runny, slightly sniffly nose that’s just stuffy enough for them to sound congested, and for their exhaled to feel uncomfortably hot against their skin.
Sneezing, a result of the snotty, itchy nose.
A sight, irritated cough
June 💦
Summer break is prime time to swim, but the earlier in the season you do it, the colder the water will be. Keep this in mind, because swimming in cold water can result in a nasty cold.
It would start off with chills. Your body would try to warm up, but eventually a fever would start to set in.
Your nose would begin running when you were in the water, but it wouldn’t stop when you got out. It would completely stuff you up within a few hours.
A headache/body aches from shivering for hours on end. No amounts of medicine, blankets, or hot tea can warm you up.
Sneezing excessively. By excessively, I mean, not being able to stop and needing to wipe your face after each one because they are so messy.
Coughing, but only after you blow your nose, because of the irritation.
A sore throat and glands from all of the sneezing and coughing and being sick in general.
July 🔥
Everyone around seems to be sick with something. Staying up on the Fourth of July might have been your body’s last straw. Say hello to a gross, streaming summer cold.
A fever, which causes you to sweat and shiver simultaneously. It’s ninety degrees, whatever. A heavy sweatshirt would make you feel better.
An extremely stuffy nose which only runs at inconvenient times.
Stuffy sneezes, which the sufferer is constantly trying to ward off so the others won’t notice the monster of a cold they’ve come down with.
A bad, congested cough, just to make hiding their illness harder.
Bonus points! The sufferer is constantly ducking off to blow their nose or cough away from the rest of the group because being sick embarrasses them.
August 🏵
One of the hottest months of the year, hypothetically a month you shouldn’t get sick during. But after a long, busy summer, your immune system needed a day off. Unfortunately, that day was long enough to land you with a stuffy head cold. Oops.
A nose so stuffy that sniffling does absolutely nothing. No matter how hard you try, nothing moves, untiiillllllll it starts running uncontrollably.
Stuffy sneezes to partner with the congestion 😌
Exhaustion. That’s it, exhaustion.
September 📓
Everyone is going back to school and getting exposed to all sorts of new germs. Despite best efforts to avoid sick people, a snotty cold is practically inevitable.
There just had to be a very runny and stuffy nose
A headache
Sore throat
Just enough sneezing to tell everyone you’re sick ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
October ☔️
Imagine getting caught in a cold autumn rainstorm, getting chilled to the bone, and coming down with a vicious cold as a result of it.
stuffy/runny nose, of course, because that’s what cold weather does to you.
sore throat that makes you sound so hoarse 🥺
head/body aches
fever and chills
an unimaginable amount of congestion
a cough caused by the congestion
constant, excessive sneezing, each causing a wet, inescapable mist of cold germs to rain down on anyone nearby. and no, tissues do nothing to contain the sneezes, because they are far too messy.
November 🎃
okie so I can’t actually think of anything except !! catching a chill on Halloween that knocks you down with a huge cold.
stuffy/runny nose
sore throat
headache
a constant chill and a slight fever
constant sneezing
December 🚎
The darkest, dampest month, perfect for getting sick. The snow is getting more frequent, and it’s not uncommon for you to get stuck in it waiting for a bus. Once you get on the bus, you’re in close quarters with a bunch of sick people, like it or not. The worst chest cold of your life is on its way.
A sniffly nose
A sore throat and hoarse voice
A ton of congestion and a bad cough that makes the congestion and hoarseness obvious
Even the sneezes sound hoarse and stuffy 🥺
On top of that, a headache and fever because of how sick you are. The fever makes you shiver and sweat and sleep and feel absolutely miserable.
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alyygx · 5 months
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Easy Company Members Sorted Between Surviving and Not Surviving WWII:
Died During the War:
Company Commanders:
First Lieutenant Thomas Meehan III (July 8th, 1921 - June 6th, 1944)
Non-commissioned Officers:
Sergeant Warren Harold "Skip" Muck (January 31st, 1922 - January 10th, 1945)
Enlisted Men:
Corporal Donald B. "Hoob" Hoobler (June 28th, 1922 - January 3rd, 1945)
Private First Class Alex Mike Penkala (August 30th, 1924 - January 10th, 1945)
Survived the War:
Company Commanders:
Captain Herbert Maxwell Sobel (January 26th, 1912 - September 30th, 1987)
Major Richard Davis "Dick" Winters (January 21st, 1918 - January 2nd, 2011)
First Lieutenant Frederick Theodore "Moose" Heyliger (June 23rd, 1916 - November 3rd, 2001)
First Lieutenant Norman Staunton "Foxhole Norman" Dike Jr. (May 19th, 1918 - June 23rd, 1989)
Captain Ronald Charles Speirs (April 20th, 1920 - April 11th, 2007)
Junior Officers:
Captain Lewis Nixon (September 30th, 1918 - January 11th, 1995)
First Lieutenant Lynn Davis "Buck" Compton (December 31st, 1921 - February 25th, 2012)
First Lieutenant Edward David "Ed" Shames (June 13th, 1922 - December 3rd, 2021)
Second Lieutenant Robert Burnham "Bob" Brewer (January 31st, 1924 - December 5th, 1996)
Second Lieutenant Clifford Carwood "Lip" Lipton (January 30th, 1920 - December 16th, 2001)
Non-commissioned Officers:
Technical Sergeant Donald George "Don" Malarkey (July 30th, 1920 - September 30th, 2017)
Staff Sergeant William J. "Wild Bill" Guarnere Sr. (April 28th, 1923 - March 8th, 2014)
Staff Sergeant Herman "Hank, Hack" Hanson (January 3rd, 1918 - May 15th, 1971)
Staff Sergeant Denver "Bull" Randleman (November 20th, 1920 - June 26th, 2003)
Staff Sergeant Darrell Cecil "Shifty" Powers (March 13th, 1923 - June 17th, 2009)
Staff Sergeant John W. "Johnny" Martin (December 8th, 1921 - December 31st, 2012)
Staff Sergeant Floyd "Tab" Talbert (August 26th, 1923 - October 10th, 1982)
Staff Sergeant Charles E. "Chuck" Grant (March 1922 - October 12th, 1982)
Staff Sergeant Joseph John "Joe" Toye (March 14th, 1919 - September 3rd, 1995)
Sergeant Robert Emory "Popeye" Wynn Jr. (July 10th, 1921 - March 18th, 2000)
Sergeant James H. "Moe" Alley (July 20th, 1922 - March 14th, 2008)
Sergeant Wayne "Skinny" Sisk (March 4th, 1922 - July 13th, 1999)
Corporal Walter Scott "Smokey" Gordon Jr. (April 15th, 1920 - April 19th, 1997)
Enlisted Men:
Technician Fourth Grade George Luz (June 17th, 1921 - October 15th, 1998)
Technician Fourth Grade Eugene Gilbert "Doc" Roe Sr. (October 17th, 1922 - December 30th, 1998)
Technician Fifth Grade Joseph David "Joe" Liebgott (May 17th, 1915 - June 28th, 1992)
Private First Class Edward James "Babe" Heffron (May 16th, 1923 - December 1st, 2013)
Private First Class Edward Joseph "Tip" Tipper (August 3rd, 1921 - February 1st, 2017)
Private First Class David Kenyon Webster (June 2nd, 1922 - September 9th, 1961)
*This is not all of Easy Co. just some of the more recognizable names. If I missed anyone that you would like to see listed please message me and I would be glad to add him.
**I was also thinking about adding more info to this list and/or making a separate post with additional details like awards/medals, how and where they were wounded (if at all), and maybe some personal details like where they were born/died, their family (parents, siblings, spouse, children), what they did after the war (if they survived) stuff like that (though that might be a separate list idk yet). I would love to hear your opinion and if you'd like to see something like this. Basically just one large masterpost! Message me and tell me your thoughts!!!! I'm open to ideas!
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A few years ago, I found that I had to teach Hamlet to a class. I hadn't read Hamlet since senior year of high school, so I re-read it one summer so I would remember enough to be able to teach it.
And I'm sitting there reading this play and I'm like, "Oh, my God, this play is so good." I kept saying to my family, "I don't think you understand, this play is SO INCREDIBLY GOOD." And it seemed so ridiculous of me, like, most people would say that it's the best play ever written in the English language, hands down, without a doubt. But when I read it as a senior in high school, I just...didn't get it. Like, I don't remember being at all impressed with it. The teacher was like, "IT'S THE BEST PLAY EVER WRITTEN," and I was like, "...whatever." And then I read it as an adult and I was just like, NO, IT IS ASTONISHINGLY GOOD, I CAN'T GET OVER IT, and I suddenly understood why people say it's the best play ever written, like, it is REALLY GOOD.
Anyway, that experience stuck with me. It occurred to me that maybe many of the Great Literature we get assigned to read in high school and college we're just too young for. We're not ready yet to grasp how good it all really is.
So I was thinking that maybe I should reread some of the things I read in high school and college that I just didn't like, on the theory that maybe I was too young and didn't get it. And then I learned about this app called Serial that will send you an installment of a public domain book, no more than 20 minutes reading every day. It seemed like a good way to tackle a project like this, made it doable. Like, "Oh, I'm going to read War and Peace," but "I'm going to spend 20 minutes a day tackling War and Peace."
Actually, I didn't start with War and Peace. I did like some Russian literature in college, Chekhov remains one of my absolute favorites, but Idk, I wasn't inspired to do Russian literature. I decided instead to tackle Dickens.
Why? Because Dickens is one of my MOST-HATED WRITERS. I HATE DICKENS. I had to read so much Dickens in high school and I hated every single bit of it. Not true, I remember liking A Tale of Two Cities. But I hated Great Expectations and I hated Oliver Twist and I hated A Christmas Carol, which we read EVERY YEAR from fourth grade to eighth grade, like, ENOUGH WITH THE DOORNAILS VS. COFFIN-NAILS, CHARLES DICKENS, ENOUGH.
But everywhere you look, people are like, "Dickens: one of the best English writers ever," and I'm just like, What is the deal with everyone and Dickens! Maybe I just didn't get it, like with Hamlet.
People recommended Bleak House to me because it has to do with law but given the time of year I decided to start with A Christmas Carol. The first installment came and oh, look, there in the second paragraph is that stupid doornails vs. coffin-nails thing and I hate that whole aside so much and I was just like, WHY. WHY IS DICKENS LIKE THIS. HE IS SO ANNOYING.
Well. I am now three installments in and...this is a good book????? hahahahah I cannot believe it! But I am enjoying it! I am absolutely shocked! Were people right about Dickens, too????
Look, here's the thing: I think the man is bonkers. Like, his comparisons are absolutely off-the-wall. He's always off on some stupid aside nobody cares about. But whereas that annoyed me when I was younger and having to read the book to take a test on it later, now I'm just like, What is this man on about???? What is this man ON?????? Like, Dickens is so tongue-in-cheek, right??? And I missed that the whole time??? Maybe it's just A Christmas Carol, which makes sense, but I cannot believe how hilarious it is. Scrooge is actually funny! He says funny things! And Dickens keeps using droll little adverbs to describe what he's doing and it is cracking me up! But it also legit creepy! But also it is just WILD.
Like, look at that simile above. "Like a bad lobster in a dark cellar." What the hell does that even mean???? I DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW, because it is absolutely hilarious, I'm just like, "Go on, Chuck, it was like a bad lobster in a dark cellar, uh-huh, what's next?"
I think when I was younger I thought being told, "This guy is one of the best writers of all time," meant that he had to be SERIOUS. Like, my impression of literature is that it was SERIOUS. And that is something that really annoys me now, but as a young person, that's what I thought. And now I'm like, no, actually, you can be one of the best writers of all time specifically because you know how to use words in all sorts of ways, not just serious ones, and it feels like it took me a long time to realize it, but maybe I like Dickens? I'll see how the rest of the story goes.
I WILL NEVER LIKE EMERSON AND THOREAU, THOUGH, THEY REMAIN MY NEMESES.
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Papa Logan (DarkSides Family AU)
I mentioned Logan being a dad to young Emile and Patton, so here's the extension of that! Love me some nerd dad content <3
Trigger/Content Warnings: mention of homelessness & poverty, mention of bullying (descriptive)
Logan adopted the kids
He'd been substitute teaching at the time and was subbing for a middle school class for a while cause the original teacher was on maternity leave
so that's he met Emile and Patton, because he taught their class
Patton and Emile always seemed to have the same clothes everyday so Logan wondered if they were alright
like he worried about them
and he grew very fond of them, since they did their best to pay attention and they loved learning about the subject (it was a science class, so yeah)
Patton had once mentioned liking animal-related sciences and Emile seemed to like psychology and sciences about human behaviour
they were Logan's fav students
it turned out Emile was mute and had some hearing issues, so Em always did ASL to communicate (and usually only talked to Patton cause he seemed like the only one who knew ASL as well)
Logan picked up on the signs of them being homeless pretty quickly (same clothes everyday, seemingly always dirty, eating a lot during lunch time cause they didn't really get food outside of school)
he also picked up on them being siblings (they were literally always together, unless they had different classes or something)
Patton is a year older than Emile, so he's the big brother, & they're in different grades BUT Patton will go with Em to zir classes cause the school doesn't have an interpreter for some reason?? idk it's a sucky middle school
yeah, and that sometimes results in Patton skipping his own classes for his sibling's sake, which also worried Logan a little bit when he learns of it
Side Note: Emile uses ze/zir/zem (neopronouns, yus) but doesn't figure that out until a little closer to high school, but I'll still refer to zem as such
anyway: once Logan realizes Emile is basically deaf/hard of hearing, he starts to always put subtitles on videos for class to help zem (and ze appreicates it and f*cking loves Logan's class and now he's zir fav teacher)
okay so, one day while driving home, he sees Patton and Emile walking on the sidewalk, all dirty n sh*t (this only confirms his suspicions of them being homeless and it kinda hurts his heart cause they're good kids)
he silently debates on asking the kids to visit him right then and there cause that's kinda weird for adults to do that to kids, like don't be weird-
so he's like that would be kinda weird and creepy for me to do, so maybe I can talk to them at school tomorrow, cause he still wants to help them out, he's already managed to grow attached to them anyway
and yeah, he asks them to stay after class, since it's their last class anyway (it's literally at the end of the school day when he sees them, so yeah)
and he asks them about 'how they're doing at home' and they give each other this look like uh oh, I think he knows and then they get kinda anxious about it (cause some kids have been mean about it before, those little jerks)
Logan sees their nervousness and is like "Just curious to see if you'd need extra help or tutoring, cause then I'd have to call your guardians to discuss it." and then the kids are basically like oh he definitely knows, we are so screwed cause for some reason they think being homeless = being bad (idk why, some dumbf*ck from their past was a meanie, ya know prob a bully or something)
Side Note: the kids have been homeless since they were like, idk in fifth/fourth grade? so let's say they get adopted by Logan when they're in sixth/seventh grade; so like 2 to 3 yrs maybe?? (oof, poor kiddos)
yeah, and the convo goes to Logan offering to tutor them like, at a local diner/coffee-n-bakery place for a few weeks (he notices their grades aren't the best anyway, since they don't really have a place to get homework done)
he avoids saying anything about their homelessness cause he doesn't want to cause them any more anxiety over it
and then the siblings kinda agree, it's a public place and make they'd get to have food outside of school for once (Logan offers to pay for some snacks or whatever every time they're tutored so they're energized for schoolwork)
So: they do the tutoring and it helps the kids get better grades and their other teachers notice their grades getting better, and are kinda relieved cause they're good kids/good students
at some point, something happens: a lil meanie-head decides to pick on Emile for whatever reason and makes of fun of zir deafness & although ze can't hear them, it's kinda obvious because of the gestures to zir ears and how it gets kinda physical, and a buddy of the dumb-dumb bully like grips Patton and holds him back from being able to help his little sibling and Patton is crying and screaming and trying to break free to help but can't, and it's Patton's worst fear that he can't help Em and now that's happening and he can't do anything, Em is crying and shaking, Patton is also shaking and sobbing for his sibling
Logan happens to be on break at that time and hears the commotion (thank god) and then sees the whole thing happening and this paternal instinct kicks in and he does what he can to diffuse the situation and they go all to the principle's office/nurse's office (Logan makes sure to keep the bullies and the siblings separated for safety reasons)
as soon as Logan drops the meanies off at the principal's office and makes a brief/straight to the point explanation of why, he and the siblings head immediately to the nurse's office so they can get patched-up and taken care of
Logan refuses to leave the kids' side because he's very worried and scared for them
Side Note: at some point of knowing Emile and Patton, Logan learns ASL to help communicate with Em
As the nurse bandages and assesses the kids, Logan tells her what had happened (at least, what he saw) and mentions how the bullies are currently facing the principal's wrath (get rekt)
the nurse is like "again?" and Logan nearly does a double take and is "what do you mean, 'again'??"
and thus the nurse mentions how she usually sees this pair in her office a lot but they never told her why and now she knows and feels bad (she's tried to like, call their parents or something; but that's how she figured out they had none since no adults were even listed on their info)
oop, and now Logan is even more worried and his heart hurts cause NO KID SHOULD HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS BS (it's not your fault the others are so mean, why do you look so sad and guilty?)
and yep, protective mode has been activated in the nerdy space boi
so yeah, after the kids are set to go back to class (though they really should rest but they insist on heading to class to avoid being a 'problem' [they're not a problem, pls give them a BREAK, jesus]), Logan tells them that they can always come to him if needed for anything and that he wants them to know his classroom is always open and is a safe space when things are hard/bad/scary
which makes the kids tear up a little cause they haven't really had a safe space in a while
btw, what happened to their parents?? not even the author knows, and I don't think I wanna know, it's prob very sad and this is already making me cry (what have I done?)
and yep, Logan keeps a very watchful eye on them now
fast forward to a week later, Logan ends up adopting them [I got lazy here, sorry folks]
yus, movie nights with subtitles on
talking and signing in conversations to help Emile
teaching Emile how to read lips to help zem understand new things and new people
turns out Em and Pat are very energetic and mostly both have a form of ADHD and/or autism (maybe Em has the tism and Pat is the one with ADHD? like cause you can still be a little hyper with the tism, it varies for everyone)
yus and Logan nuturing Emile's psychology obsession
listening and hearing out the kids' latest hyperfixations and getting them stuffies/stuff animals/plushies from their fav shows n sh*t
both kids love Disney and cartoons (Avatar: The Last Airbender is one of their favorites, and of course Steven Universe as well)
Sometimes Logan wishes he had someone to help him around the house or help take care of the kids, but not like a partner per se, just like a friend who can co-parent with him
But his friends are all already parents, and he'd doubt any of them have the time
Plus he loves the kids and he doesn't know if having a stranger would be a good idea anyway
Little Patton baking with Papa Logan? Yus
Idk, space boi would be a neat dad
Omg, the first time the kids refer to him as 'dad' or 'papa'? Yeah, he shows much emotion and just is so weak for his kids
Emotional Logan, anyone?
Also, Logan has the tism (I will die on this hill)
Thus he understands, to some degree, different things about his kids when it comes to them being neurodivergent
All neurodivergents in this household
Logan letting a pun or dad joke slip cause his son love them and little Pat teasing him about it
Logan helping Em with zir homework cause it's confusing or the teacher couldn't explain it well
Logan going to PTA meetings sometimes to advocate for kids like Emile and Patton that need extra support at school (he would)
Logan correcting his kids' grammar but learning to do it in a kinder/soft way so the kids knew it wasn't a bad thing, just that certain words went like this and others go like that, and yes I know it can be confusing but it'll be okay I'll help you figure it out
Okay, I seriously love Logan as a dad, though. I kind of gave up after a little bit, so I'm sorry about that. Hopefully this isn't too bad.
Let me know if y'all want a taglist for this au, or if you want to be tagged at all.
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Phoenix's Family
I've stated before how I think it's interesting that in games with so many prevalent themes of family, Phoenix has no mention of having one, other than those who have adopted that kind of role like the Feys and Trucy. No whispers of parents or siblings when he got framed for murder or during any of his numerous trips to the hospital, not when he got disbarred or spent seven years likely in poverty.
Now, what could this mean? In my mind, either he's an orphan, which is a valid interpretation, or something happened that estranged him from them, likely before he got into college. Whatever it was, it was enough to traumatize him enough to never talk about them again.
much more rambling below, I will be merciful today and not make this a monstrous post that you have to scroll all the way through
We know how he reacts to trauma, especially ones that relate to his relationships. His whole deal is pushing down his memories and feelings until he almost forgets about them, or until they return to remind him of their existence. He refuses to talk about the things that hurt him and buries them so deeply that it's extremely hard to dig them back up.
We see this with Dahlia, the only person who would've known about her would've been Mia. And we see this with Mia herself, Phoenix walked in on her violently murdered body and he immediately represses his feelings to get her sister out of jail. When Edgeworth left his note and disappeared off of the face of the earth he refused to talk about him and attempted to do the same thing with him as he did with Dahlia.
So, who is to say that the only time this strategy of ignoring until it goes away and it doesn't bite him in the ass is how he dealt with his family? He never mentions them, he never thinks about them, and subconsciously he's always looking for people to help fill the void they left behind. Maybe he had a little sister which is why he seems to thrive when he has a silly girl sidekick.
To me, it would make sense if he was estranged from his family before or during college, as that could help explain why he's so desperate for someone to love him and extremely vulnerable to being manipulated. He focuses all his emotional energy on Dahlia and reuniting with Edgeworth because his own life is already incredibly destabilized and he's scrambling for some sense of control.
As for why his family estranged him, I don't actually have much of an idea, maybe they're homophobic and noticed that he's been sending letters to a boy over the course of years and that's just not very straight of him. There are all kinds of family issues that could cause such an overdramatic reaction though.
It seems more plausible with what we know about Phoenix that whatever happened with his family that it's bad enough that he goes no contact with them, rather than them getting killed off or giving him up for adoption bc you know he would do everything to find them if he wanted to. He lost his best friend from fourth grade and became a lawyer just to see him again, he definitely could be determined enough to find his birth parents if he wanted to. If they were dead, he's besties with multiple spirit mediums, he could say hi if he felt like it.
Anyway, that's all of my rambling for now and I could definitely have gotten things wrong, I am relatively new to AA and I really wouldn't consider myself an expert on the Lore lmao. In any case, I would love to hear other headcanons about his family, I think it's fun to think about lol. Maybe you have ideas about why Phoenix could've been estranged? idk I would love to talk about it, my asks are always open.
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