#more than a score

[babyjakes]

more than a score.

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event | whumptember 2022

prompt | bad grades

pairing | daddy!frank adler x little!student!reader

warnings | frank is sfw daddy only per usual, college student!reader, reader does poorly on an exam and gets upset, negative self-talk, frank is so soft we all deserve a frank <3, all those sweet little names he calls her like "honeybee" :'-), my personal math trauma insertion, the title rhyming makes me feel so silly goofy it's embarrassing lol

word count | 1,285

an | okay so originally this was gonna be steve but thennnnn i kind of just spiralled after seeing a gifset of frank being soft with mary so ;'-) it is what it is lol, i hope you guys like this one!!! this one's for the girlies who are getting their asses kicked by school rn!! i love you and so does frank!!!

Kicking off his shoes and dropping his bag by the door, Frank raised a brow in question as he looked out through the doorway to the kitchen and the rest of the house. From what he could see, most of the lights were off, a strange sight he couldn't remember the last time he had come home to. "Honey?" he called out, his worry only growing as he received no response.

Making his way through the house, he scanned each room for you. Through the kitchen, then the living room, and then down the hallway. When he could finally see the faint glow of light coming out from underneath your shared bedroom door, he sighed a bit in relief.

Pausing to knock, he called out again for you, "Sweetheart? You in there?"

Curled up on the maroon loveseat over in the reading corner, you raised your head weakly off your pillow for only a moment. When you couldn't manage a response, the door opened slowly, revealing a slightly panicked-looking Frank. At the sight of you wrapped up under a blanket in the fetal position, your eyes still puffy from apparent tears, the man instantly rushed over to you, crouching down to sit on the floor beside the couch to bring you face to face.

"Honey, honey, hey-" he fussed over you gently, reaching out a hand to brush back your hair, "what's going on, y/n? You look like you've been crying."

Nodding, you scooted forward a bit to lean your head on your daddy's shoulder, tucking your face into the side of his neck as he hummed, "Hey honeybee, c'mere." Slowly wrapping his arms around you, he carefully collected you off the couch, standing up to take your previous place with you now in his lap as he cradled you. "Shhh, it's okay," he murmured, "I've got you, sweetheart. Can you tell me what's goin' on, pumpkin? Hmm? Did something happen?"

Not able to face him to give him an answer, you once again tucked your head away into his shirt to hide your face, reaching a hand out to point over in the direction of the end table that sat to the side of the couch. Following your gesture with his gaze, Frank's eyes landed on your laptop that still sat open, the screen having dimmed from sitting untouched for too long. Reaching out a hand, he picked it up, pulling it over to set it on top of your legs as he wiggled the mouse.

As the screen lit up, a knowing look formed on the man's face. Reading over the small table displayed in the opened window, he found the dreaded D score that he could guess brought on your pitiful state. "Oh bubba..." his voice trailed off sympathetically as his free hand came up to rub your back. Looking down at you as you hid away in shame, Frank's face softened. "Sweet girl, can you come out and talk to me?" Feeling a fresh round of tears coming on at the tenderness of your daddy's voice, you swallowed hard, clinging to the safety the darkness of his (now damp) button-down provided. "C'mon, honey. You're okay, just wanna help you feel better, honeybee."

Sniffling, it took everything in you to finally find your voice; it trembled as you spoke. "I-I'm sorry, Daddy."

"What? What are you saying sorry for, sweetheart?" the man soothed as he continued to run his hand up and down your back over your blanket.

"Kn-know it's a bad score, Daddy. Know I did a b-bad job. Didn't mean to, tried really h-hard and... studied a lot but... just... c-can't do math, Daddy. 'm no good at it," you whimpered.

"No baby, hey," Frank shook his head as he pulled back from you slightly, a gentle hand coming up to hold your cheek to prevent you from hiding away again. "Look at me, bubba. C'mon, this is important." Your eyes remained lowered, forcing him to tilt your chin up ever so slightly to finally catch your gaze. "Baby," he breathed, his eyes so full of love and sincerity. "You did not do a bad job. You did your best," he reminded you. "I know you did, honey. I know how hard you studied, how much you did to prepare. You worked so hard. And I'm so proud of you, y/n. Daddy's so proud of you."

"But..." you protested softly, bottom lip starting to wobble again.

Shaking his head, Frank's voice was the gentlest thing you'd ever heard as he started speaking again before you could finish your thought. "No, sweet girl. No 'but's, Daddy is always proud of you when you do your best. And you can do math, baby. You've been doing this math all semester; it was just one hard test. Now it'll be a new unit, with new things to learn. And if you want, Daddy can help you study and get ready for your next test, okay? We'll both do our best, bubba. I'm sure with the two of us putting our brains together, we can get your grade up with the next exam."

Bringing a hand up to rub at your eyes, you nodded, the promise of having your daddy's help on the next unit making you feel slightly more optimistic about continuing through the semester. "Still think I'm smart?" you asked weakly, a tinge of heartbreak appearing on Frank's face as he stroked your cheek softly.

"Of course I do," he whispered, thumbing away at a few stray tears as they dropped down from the corners of your eyes. "Think you're the smartest cookie I know, baby. But you know what else I think? Something way more important than just being smart?"

"Hm?" you hummed curiously, a genuine smile forming on the man's face as he continued.

"I think you're kind. I think you're loving. I think you're so hard-working, so dedicated. I think you're clever, and funny, and a wonderful friend. I think you've got the biggest, bravest heart. Along with your beautiful mind. Of course I think you're smart, y/n; I think you're brilliant in every possible way. But I think you're more than that too, honey. I think you're more than some silly test score; that's no way to measure how smart you are, anyway. Remember what I told you about those damn SAT's?"

That made you giggle a bit as you nodded. Having been a former college professor, Frank surely had firmly established opinions on standardized testing in the country at large, though a lot of times his views on assessment styles could also be shrunk down and applied to things like the math exam just as easily. "They're a scam, Daddy. They don't measure anything important," you recited what you could remember.

"That's right, baby," he affirmed proudly, earning another giggle from you as he nodded with a mock-serious looking face. "A lot of times tests aren't a great way to measure smartness. I know you were understanding the concepts when you were studying, baby. You did such a good job when you showed me all those problems you did."

"The questions were phrased funny," you admitted. "I lost a lot of points because I interpreted them wrong."

"See? You can't beat yourself up for it, baby. I won't let you," he declared.

"Okay Daddy," you hummed, finally feeling a little more at peace with the whole situation as you wrapped your arms around him tightly, giving him a squeeze. "No more beating myself up, I promise."

"Good," Frank smiled gently at you, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. "No one gets to be mean to my honeybee, not on my watch."

#eun's writing #whumptember 2022 #more than a score #frank adler #frank adler fanfiction #frank adler x y/n #daddy!frank adler #frank adler x little!reader #frank adler x reader #frank adler one shot #frank adler imagine #frank adler headcanon #frank adler drabble #frank adler blurb #frank adler fluff #frank adler angst #hurt/comfort #gifted #gifted fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction

[minwonaucollections]

[20] More than a Score

yukowonjeon

Genius, all-rounder KMG enjoyed the attention & banter of being “rivals” w/ studious JWW (who hated him), until MG decided he wanted more.

Enter a deal: “If I get a higher test score, we go on a date. If you win, I’ll leave you alone all week. Deal?”

Panels: 200

🔗 Link

#CSXMW_TWT_ENG #More than a Score #yukowonjeon #Meanie AU #MinWon AU

[tiktaalic]

one of my beloved friends (very autism) was in.. not denial but ignorance sounds mean. but that abt themself last time you brought up the raads r test so i sent it to the gc (full of autism) and they were like psh. fake test no one could get below 100. they know now but i think about it so much

The thing is. When you take the autism test. And you see your score is in the 100 to 160 range. You think. Oh this is probably the middle? Middle autism. Tinge of autism. Your relatives calling you bright but shy autism. Just a whiff of autism. And then you see the score ranges. And you go. This test is lying to me there is absolutely no way the majority of people score under 65. The 65 number is such a low cutoff and so many of these experiences are clearly universal a score under 65 is something they made up in a lab. People who score under 65 are obviously scoring just under that mark from 59 to 64 and they’re also obviously lying or purposely misrepresenting their experiences as less severe than they are. And then you find out there are real people who get a 20 or 30 or 7 on it. And you go. Ah

#ask #anonymous #it does help to remember when I’m feeling extremely crazy that it’s more than likely because I am operating in a world populated by people w #who don’t know what raads r is because they have no reason to take it because their score on it would be like. 14. #like. oh! that’s why I feel crazy. because my brain has created a world state that 98% of usa adults do not create or experience because #they’re normal. ok.

[ragnarssons]

there are "legit" press reviewers who are like "this is worse than the movie!" y'all are losing all credibility just for clicks.

like, there are things to say - yesss there are - but worse than the movie?? hell no. for starters, the characters are characters, and not props to move the story (like i know you can say "this is a low bar" but the point is not to set any bar, just to remind everyone how the movie was built - as in, exposition exposition exposition, like aang and katara share a convo like THREE TIMES MAX in the movie, yknow, a movie that heavily focuses on the gaang, of which katara and aang are two out of the 3 characters like tf)

#avatar the last airbender #natla lb #natla spoilers #atla netflix lb #atla netflix spoilers #i feel like so far a 7/10 is a deserved score like it 6.5 and all it doesn't deserve to go down more than that #i do think the show is much more enjoyable to people who have never watched the cartoon tho

[delphinidin4]

I am allergic to the word "success". I have been ever since middle school, when it was plastered all over the planners the school gave us.

Screw success. Try for contentment.

#success #life #advice #istg success is short for be a good little capitalist minion #school wants you to succeed because if you get higher scores they get more funding #jobs want you to succeed because the faster and better you work the better for their bottom line #the word success has become code for buying into the lie that the most important things in life are money and your job #that everybody should care about business first and foremost #that winning is more important than trying #and trying is only good if it eventually leads to winning #fuck that #the purpose of life it's not success #the point of life is to live it.

[spywhitney]

How I sleep knowing I'll never trust anyone that hates Sydney but worships Richie:

#the bear #the bear fx #sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #richie jerimovich #jk kind of #well on days I don't see or think about Sydney haters #under every damn comment section in this fandom is someone saying Sydney didn't take accountability #like I know we all have our biases but yall are really shameless about it #Sydney scored A LOT of Ws for The Beef AND The Bear #but one time she makes a mistake and justifiably walks away from a toxic work environment she's the devil #Richie worked at The Beef for years and Sydney did more for it in what less than four months than he did #on top of being a prick to Sydney in particular because she was changing things he wanted to keep the same #to the detriment of the restaurant but also everyone #and overall being unpleasant to Carmy #Nat and anyone that didn't find him funny or interesting or like his bs #pre-Forks Richie reminds me of those types of people that only listen to people that like them #and I love that because it's realistic to some ppl #I do like Richie #it just leaves a bitter taste in my mouth knowing there are people that hate Sydney #ignore her accomplishments only to raise up Richie #in the same breath when the actual show is showing you what's up #like you'd think there were different versions of the show with how these two are perceived #I get this weird need to defend Sydney when people shit on her because I wonder how often said people treat the Sydneys of the world #but that aside #In Fishes Richie mentions something about wasting potential at the beef #In Ceres it's implied he called the popo on the dealers after Sydney deescalated a situation Richie previously dealt with #in an unorthodox manner #he recognised he needed to change but still was an arsehole to the one person who was facilitating that change effectively Sydney #this show is great but people denying what they're seeing on their own screens is crazy

[frogmanfae]

The 92sies Once and For All hit so hard I feel like we don't talk about that nearly enough

#There's a fire inside me that won't stop burnin'/Now that the choices are clear/Now that tomorrow is here/Watch how the mighty can fall #This is to even the score/This ain't just newsies no more/This ain't just kids with some pie in the sky/This is do it or die/This is war! #Every kid is our friend/Every friend a brother #Better to die than to crawl/Either we stand or we fall #like are you serious #?????????? #and the final “once.... once and for alllllllll” #thay chord is gorgeous #what do you mean these werent highly trained vocalists??? #ugh #anyways #i love #1992sies #92sies #newsies 1992 #newsies #once and for all

[fullscoreshenanigans]

(The Promised Neverland Art Book World)

Ah yes, one of my favorite genres of baby full score trio pictures: Isabella being openly affectionate toward Emma and Norman in front of Ray while being hands off with him.

(Chapter 2 | Chapter 37 | Chapter 165 | Chapter 170 | Chapter 177)

#and by favorite I mean “I am in physical agony. I am violently sobbing. I am eating the dry wall.” #Isabella before Ray's sixth birthday: man what is up with this kid he's more prickly than a porcupine (not even touching on his hair) #Isabella on January 15‚ 2040: ah. #The Promised Neverland #Yakusoku no Neverland #TPN #YnN #The Promised Neverland Art Book World #FSS Chatter #Full Score Trio #TPN Isabella #TPN Emma #TPN Norman #TPN Ray #Isabella and Ray's Incredibly Fraught and Complicated Relationship Tag #Pre-Canon #Introduction Arc #TPN 002 #Escape Arc #TPN 037 #Return to Grace Field Arc #TPN 165 #TPN 170 #TPN 177 #also with Norman's stark black & white morality this is why his reaction to Isabella's betrayal is so volatile #and why I think it's a shame his relationship with her gets the least amount of focus #especially when you think of their conversation on the way to the gate #“Hey‚ Mom‚ are you happy?” / “Yes. Yes‚ I am. After all‚ I was able to meet you.” #absolutely fucking wrecks me every time #the layers. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭 𝘢 𝘺 𝘦 𝘳 𝘴.

[brucewaynehater101]

I've been thinking about what each Batkid would score on the ACE (adverse childhood experiences) test.

It is a very shallow measurement of how fucked someone's childhood is. It isn't comprehensive and isn't eligible for comparing trauma. It's merely a list of shitty things that could happen to a kid (and there's no measurement for frequency or intensity). You can look into it more yourselves.

For scores, the higher the number, the worse it is. 10 is the max. The questions are about someone before they turn 18. For these questions, I included Bruce as one of their parents. I didn't include Barbara or Duke because I wasn't confident in their answers.

Alright. Here's the scores I got:

At the top of the list, we have Jason. He has 10/10 on the ACE test :)

Next up, Steph and Damian are tied at 9/10.

Cass and Tim are tied at 8/10.

Finally, we got Dick at 7/10.

I used the americanspcc.org questions for them. If you got different scores or have numbers for Barbara and Duke, feel free to respond.

#dc comics #dc universe #jason todd #steph brown #damian wayne #tim drake #cass wayne #dick grayson #trauma isn't a competition this was just me being curious about what scores they would get #having a higher or lower scores isn't synonymous with being more or less traumatized #all of the kids went through bad shit #just because someone has a lower score doesn't mean they had a better childhood #the ace test is more like a fucked up checklist than an actual trauma measurement

[thiagodasilva]

can we stop using what Vini Jr is going through as a way to say “get him to the premier league!”? you’ve gotta be fucking kidding. the racism in Spain is similar to the racism in England, in Germany, in Italy, across Europe. The racism POC athletes experience is a global issue, and has been for a long, long time. no one is free of it.

We can criticize what La Liga is doing without trying to make it some sort of competition between leagues, it’s childish and demeaning to the bigger issue at hand. It’s not about “my favorite league is better than yours” or “come to my club, it won’t happen here.” fucking grow up.

#I’ve seen it more on Twitter and Instagram than here but still #and as a POC fan it makes me so fucking mad when people who prefer the prem are always saying shit like this #like are you fucking forreal #if it’s not poc athletes it’s the POC fans going through it #like wasn’t it just a few weeks ago we watched Son Heung min get tainted with racial slurs and obscene gestures to his FACE? #*taunted #it’s still a thing across the world so stop trying to score points for your faves it’s fucking stupid #vini jr #la liga #premier league

[the-unconquered-queen]

#playchoices #y'all I was so close to including 'f!MC pegging a m!LI' but I ABSTAINED #PB sex scenes: 'who are you' ILW sex scenes: 'I'm you but I can say cock. AND the strap game is immaculate' #ANYWAY of course for me it's more than one of these but the one I need most desperately is the multiple saves #also can we talk about how while PB has several books where ur choices really do matter a lot ILW is—I'd say—the one where they matter MOST #like. jealousy score. humanity/power/mixed points. every choice coded in from the past two books. trusting Matthias. #straight up becoming evil and killing ilitw mc/noah to be with Matthias. killing ilitw mc/noah to then betray Matthias. the nerve scores. #EVERYTHING. that game had me stressed af but in a good way. #like the amount of influence the player has over the story is unmatched by PB and it's incredible that the team pulled it off. #unconquered queries

[babyjakes]

hey there friend!! thanks so much for such a sweet message 🥺🫶 and omg haha so many of my favs are yours as well that’s so awesome to see! soft ran is really 🥺😭🤧 i wish more people wrote him! i think he has so much potential to be such a softie hehe 🥰 i’m so glad you’re excited for stuff ahead! i literally can’t wait for ran & georgie’s adventures 🥺 the last few parts of softie have been giving me so much trouble lol i just want them to be perfect and done so i can move onto the fun stuff 😅 thank you again for sending these kind words, it’s people like you and responses like this that make me sharing my work 100000% worthwhile 💕

#eun replies #softie #the reason for the fairy lights #more than a score #whumptember 2022

[heartsofminds]

and the songbirds are singing like they know the score - sneak peek

"Because doing what’s best for her is hard, and he realizes that when he can feel his friend wanting to put him through a wall over the phone." or Jake calls the landline at 11 PM on a Thursday because his goddaughter is wasted and Bradley is less than thrilled.

A/N: in light of me finishing my second to last semester of undergrad and my undying love for Bradley's precocious daughter from the halloween fic, i thought i would post a little preview of what i'm working on for them! love these characters more than life and def so excited for y'all to get to know them better soon.

No one ever calls the landline. Very few people even have the phone number for the landline outside of Maverick and a few close family friends. Besides, anyone who would need to reach you had your cell phone numbers anyway. 

So who the actual fuck is calling your landline at 11 PM on a Thursday night? 

You hear Bradley yank the phone from its place on the wall and exhale with a huff. After sixteen years of being together, you know that huff is his tell of being annoyed. 

“Hello?” he gruffly answers. His irritation makes the questions sound more like a monotonous statement. 

“Bradshaw –” 

Jake Seresin is on the other end of the line. You can recognize his voice from the other room with his cadence even though you’re not the one on the phone with him. Having “mom ears” does that to a person, you suppose. 

“Why the fuck are you calling my house at 11 PM?” Bradley snaps. 

You’re wondering the same thing, but you’ll have to talk to him about being so rude and huffy. Jake may actually need something, after all. 

“Well you weren’t answering your fucking cell and neither was your wife so I had to do something.” 

Bradley rolls his eyes and looks back into the darkened living room. He’s been more on edge about you lately. 

“You can’t miss me that fucking much to be spamming my phone with calls,” he sighs and leans his back up agaisnt the wall. He notices the open blinds on the back door and starts to walk to close them before he’s yanked back by the phone cord. 

“Don’t cream your pants. I don’t like you that much.” 

Bradley lets out a soft snort in amusement before he remembers that he’s supposed to be annoyed. He opens his mouth to ask Jake what exactly it is that’s so damn important and can’t wait until tomorrow morning when he’s beaten to it. 

“I have Quincy here in the passenger seat and she’s beyond unwell.” 

The statement sends Bradley into panic mode instantly. His voice catches in his throat and he can’t recall a moment he’s had where he’s felt like he’s had to force the breath out of himself like this. 

He lets out something between a huff, a cough, and a wheeze before remembering he can’t make a huge show of himself right now because it’ll also throw you into panic mode. 

“What the fuck do you mean she’s not well? Jake, where the fuck are you?” he whispers into the phone, trying to cover his mouth as much as possible so you can’t even read his lips if you tried. “Is she okay? What’s –” 

It doesn’t take a genius to know that Bradley is panicking. Even Bradley’s beyond intoxicated and passed out seventeen-year-old daughter sitting in the passenger seat of Jake’s truck could piece together that her father is nothing but a raging ball of anxiety at the moment, and Jake is positive that his friend is growing another patch of gray hair as the seconds pass. 

“Oh. . . fuck, I guess I should’ve phrased that better,” Jake admits. His truck comes to a halt at a spotlight and he glances over at his goddaughter. “She’s fine. She’s definitely drunk as shit right now, but I’m on the way to drop her at yours.”

Bradley can feel the obnoxious orange ball of anxiety inside of him shift to a tumultuous rage induced scarlett. His hand tightens around the cord of the phone and he has to stop himself before he yanks it out of the wall. He’s gotten angry like this before, but it never was angled toward his daughter. 

Never toward his sweet, precious girl. Never toward his amazing Quincy. 

But she knows the rules (and she chose to break them) and she knows what was told to her (and she snuck out anyway) and she knows that it’s dangerous to be that drunk (but yet she’s passed out in Jake’s truck). 

And if that isn’t both nerve-wracking and frustrating, Bradley doesn’t know what is. 

“Put her on the phone,” he speaks lowly. 

Jake gulps, knowing that he’s in one of those moods. Bradley doesn’t express anger as often as he expresses annoyance, but an angry Bradley is never someone he wants to be around. And from the way that Quincy made it sound when she called him to come get her from some random party in the middle of nowhere thirty five minutes away from her house at 11 PM on a school night, he knows her ass is being had tomorrow morning by both you and Bradley. 

There’s absolutely no way his goddaughter is coming out of this unscathed. 

“Dude, she’s obliterated right now and I think you talking to her is just gonna make it worse.” 

“And I don’t give a fuck. I said, put her on the fucking phone now.” 

Jake shakes his head and rolls his eyes as Quincy begins to stir next to him in her seat. He’s always been the person she’s called whenever she was in trouble. He always got the first hug whenever she was brought around. He’s always been her source of comfort outside of her parents and he’s never minded it because being around her is easy. 

It was easy to carry her around whenever she asked when she was little. It was easy to give in and let her sit in the cockpit of his grounded aircraft with him and let her play with the buttons when her dad and Papa Mav refused. It was easy to pick her up from school mid-day and take her to lunch. It was easy to bring her back gifts from whenever he was deployed and even easier picking them out because she’s a sucker for meaningless trinkets. 

It was easy to be her godfather and she’s a smart and relatively easy kid, but Jake has never been prepared for this part. 

Because doing what’s best for her is hard, and he realizes that when he can feel his friend wanting to put him through a wall over the phone. 

“No,” he speaks and he can hear Bradley let out a small gasp at the denial of his request, “She fucked up bad, Bradley. I’m sure she knows and you can have it out with her tomorrow morning, but right now, she’s not in any place to be screamed at and made to feel worse. You’re her dad and m’not tryin’ to take that away from you –” 

Bradley scoffs, “What exactly do you fuckin’ know about raising kids, Jake? Huh?” 

Jake grimaces and decides to take the brute of Bradley’s anger. Better him than Quincy, he figures. Besides, he knows Bradley doesn’t mean any of it. . . At least he hopes he doesn’t. 

“You obviously can’t be a dad because you just wanna have fun and dick around all the fucking time. Buying them fuckin’ candy and letting them off scott-free doesn’t do shit. You don’t have what it takes to raise a fucking person.” 

Jake doesn’t know why, but part of him starts to get that prickly feeling in his chest. Usually, every insult rolls off his shoulders into oblivion and he gets off on making people angry and being able to put on the facade that he really couldn’t give a damn if he tried.

But this one hurts because he knows that Bradley is right in some regard. 

He’s a runner and he lets people down. He’s nearing fifty (and God, he never thought he ever would) and has never even bothered to settle down. And he’s made the peace with himself a long time ago that he doesn’t deserve a wife or a family or kids because he would never be able to love them more than he loves himself; more than he loves his career. 

To hear one of your closest friends admit that to you openly, to know that someone outside of you sees it too, makes his heart stop momentarily and forces him to feel the ache of the words meant to stab him in the chest. 

“I understand,” he swallows. He knows arguing with Bradley isn’t the right thing to do at the moment and never will be. “I’m still not putting her on the phone. We will be at your house shortly.” 

The line goes dead and Bradley is overcome with a wave of anger that drowns him like a tsunami. He knows what he said was shitty and that he has no right to do that to someone who he considers a close friend, but he just can’t help himself. 

He knows no allies when it comes to his daughter. 

#bradley is a girl dad through and through and you can't tell me otherwise #also he's kind of an ass in this one but i feel like being an ass is kind of on brand for him more often than not #bradley is perpetually huffy and jake consistently has horrible timing and those are nondisputed facts #and the songbirds are singing like they know the score #bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster #rooster x you #top gun #top gun maverick #rooster bradshaw fic #rooster bradshaw fanfic #bradley bradshaw fic #dadley dadshaw #quincy elaine bradshaw #and jake if we're counting him too i guess

[ankylosaurusthesaurus]

that thing in musicals when everyone’s singing completely different things and it all falls on top of each other and it’s just pure cacophony but it’s so perfect and it just sounds so right and it’s all brain scratchy <3

#fun home #falsettos #polyphony my beloved <3 #fun home has the same vibes as falsettos musically and i just?? dont know what it is #they're extremely different story wise #i wouldnt be surprised if the falsettos score was inspiration for the fun home score #the only similarity is both shows have an examination of family and family dynamics #but that is. pretty much it i think #idk im more familiar with falsettos than i am fun home but i am getting very into fun home #i watched waiting in the wings video on fun home and i am now hyperfixating

[dogtoling]

controversial opinion but the change to big run scoring is really good and it should've been like this from the start. i love people being able to get the reward through effort instead of 95% of players being gated off of it arbitrarily in a gamemode that normally isn't competitive

#rambles #granted 135 is a bit low. almost everyone i know has gotten it first or second game #but it's low FOR US BECAUSE WE'RE THE 5% #and the main reason it feels low is because we *know* the score #the reason you had to haul ass in big runs before is because you had no idea what it was #but it really wasnt that much higher than this! the difference is that we know! #so there's no real incentive to haul ass until you get the best possible score which DOES hurt the enjoyment but #i still think this is a GOOD CHANGE altogether #plus double scales make big run more than worth it still. plus the fact that its just fun #the way it used to be was bragging rights for 5% of people and frustrating for pretty much everyone else. which is bad #theres incentive for more casual players to play now instead of feeling like theres no point

[girlkisserr]

big run speedrun

Inkdessa - @thehappiestgolucky

#i appreciate the predetermined quotas even as a self proclaimed overfisher bc my energy is rlly low #my current best is 161 for this run but i've spent more time chilling with friends than running for scores this time #||lost kin doodles #splatoon #||friend chars #//vaporwave