#poor George gets done with a stressful week of trying to figure out if he should move to the us

[janesramblings]

Nancy Drew Review (2x7)

spoilers! 

i got a request to do this and honestly it was fun so there will be another one next week

okay random college girl you don’t have to look so gleeful about locking a girl in a hotel room

“The witching hour” that made me giggle she’s trying so hard to be mysterious

Chains? That’s not good

Honey why would you leave the lights off?

whoa she’s gone

why am i surprised about this?

Nancy is very invested in this divorce case

Carson is so excited about the two hole punch that’s kind of adorable

ooo college

Nancy’s making some very good points here but also maybe she shouldn’t mention the aglaeca to Carson

“figuratively” lollll

“Got to Marie Condo this whole place” I love George

Poor Nick is very concerned

I love that Bess is always ready to comfort someone in her Bess way

“You’re going to say sleep aren’t you?” “Yes.”

Bess and Nick are an underappreciated friendship

Okay doesn’t the fact that anyone can go into her mudroom bother Nancy? I feel like I’d be stressed 24/7

These outfits are giving me ‘90s vibes and I like it

@nancydrewnews????? I love it

It’s probably curated by Bess in her free time

Okay there’s a reason that Nancy and Ace’s text conversations are shown practically episode right?

Ace calmly informing the guy that he’s embarrassing himself was wonderful

Ace is flirting with the wrong person but Ace’s flirting is still adorable

Idk if this is the script or if this is Kennedy but Nancy looks so bothered by Ace flirting with Amanda

The way Nancy looks at Ace when he says “you’re welcome”. She might not know what’s going on between them but she knows she doesn’t like it. 

“it’s time sensitive” she really doesn’t like this flirting

These college girls can tell Nancy has a crush on Ace. I’m not the only one seeing them looking between these oblivious lovebirds right?

Nancy’s face when she’s wrong is so funny

Ace’s concern for Nancy is giving me hope that the Amanda thing won’t go far

Not to be all Peter Kavinsky on you but whoa, whoa, whoa that blood scared me

Oh no Ryan has made a mistake

Nancy’s sleuthing skills definitely did not come from Ryan

Also Nick is so done with him

Ace’s concern when they talk about college is so cute

I am waiting for my “Nance you should go to college if you want to” conversation between Ace and nancy

Oh my god Downton Abbey

I love Ace

The poor guy looks so uncomfortable

Oh boy George was going to tell Bess wasn’t she?

Carson and Ryan

This has been asked before but why does Ryan only have 50s?

What would have happened if Ryan had no heir?

Also all this heir talk is really giving me Downton Abbey vibes

“If you say ghosts one more time!!!”

“Thank you Bess Marvin... and thank you Queen Elizabeth” 

Oh they’re going in that’s not gonna go well

Yikes. College girls (I say as a high school junior)

“help me”

Wait are the chains people hear just dumbwaiters? 

that’s... a lot of blood

“stop overselling it” have I mentioned I love George?

oh wow okay that’s very anticlimactic

but still very smart

i really gave up on capitalization didn’t I?

you know i kind of like amanda

“WhO rAiSeD yOu???”

“which ghost was it” lolll

“ace please don’t go” nick is really out of his comfort zone here

okay ace and amanda’s flirting is kinda cute

but she’s not nancy

“You and Ace have a private server?”

BESS KNOWS Y’ALL 

THIS IS NOT A DRILL SHE KNOWS

wait wait wait GEORGE?? 

“Odette can you hear us???” Okay so I know very little about possession but yelling in George’s general direction isn’t gonna work Bess darling

Isabel nodding, Zoe standing there with pizza in her mouth, and Evie shaking her head is just me and my friends at any given moment (in case you’re wondering, I’m Zoe)

i’m loving these dramatic camera tilts

“weird french lady” i like this girl

wow the writers did not need to kill me with a very real college conversation

is it bad that i forgot about owen???

Nancy is a badass you’re right Jen

Ryan’s childhood really sucked didn’t it?

i hope those four stay friends even if jen isn’t on the team, they’re a very interesting and very chaotic quartet

i really was waiting for Nancy to write Hudson but hey you know existential crisis works too

please don’t kill george i couldn’t stand that

ahhhh i want ace to be happy, and fllirty™ Ace is kind of cute but also NACE

wife?

Wife??

WIFE????

HOW OLD IS BESS IS SHE EVEN OLD ENOUGH TO BE MARRIED???

WHAT I CAN’T WAIT FOR NEXT WEEK TO GET ANSWERS DAMNIT

#nancy drew cw spoilers #nancy drew cw #ace nancy drew #bess marvin #george fan #ned nickerson #spoilers

[mihidecet]

Sbi&CO d&d AU: The Dream Team

Aka: Tibi's MCYT WritingTober, day 29: "A normal day"

Listen the original prompt, from @the-only-gamer-gost 's list, was evidently mc related but I just had to write this. Whops ahah

It's time for you to meet another part of this AU's cast! I do hope you'll enjoy reading this ahahah

George takes a deep breath.

He is in his study: the smell surrounding him is gentle, of old wood and older books, of the flowers he's growing on the windowsill, of the almost empty cup of tea his tutor insisted he drank before practicing - "you can't do magic on an empty stomach, I will not have you pass out like a fresh-faced student with no experience!"

It is quite easy to fall back into his own mind, he's done it so many times ever since he started training, but it is never quite easy to-

A light thump, the sound of a small metallic bead hitting his window, prompts him to open his eyes.

George purses his lips in barely concealed irritation and shakes his head. He has to focus. This is precisely why he wanted to skip breakfast, so that he could start before they arrived to bother him.

He's been meaning to try out a new theory - a new spell - for a while, and it requires him to be at maximum concentration because time is a fickle bitch that does not like being toyed with.

So George closes his eyes again and focuses on the pattern of his breathing. He feels for a moment in complete awareness of every inch of his body, and then he opens his eyes.

In front of him, millions of millions of shimmering particles float, gently, into the air in front of him, as if somebody had decided to hang an infinite amount of pieces of iridescent glass with invisible strings. George could live a thousand years and never get tired of seeing the figments of reality and specks of possibilities that exist in the time dimension.

Raising his hand to touch one of them feels like moving through thick molasses after a day of exercise - his muscles protest, scream at him, and it is such a strenuous act.

But he knows to persist - what's coming is going to be even harder - so after what seems like an eternity, but in reality is no time at all, the tips of his fingers brush against the burning cold of a figment of reality.

A fraction of a second later, George stumbles forward, head ringing as he's thrown out of his own personal pocket in time. In his ears, the sound of another of those damned pebbles against his bloody window.

George lets out a loud curse and stomps to the window, opening it with a gesture of his hand and then immediately raising his arcane shield as another pebble flies right at him - as it had been aimed at his poor window once more.

Filled with a righteous fury, George slams his hands on the windowsill - mindful of his poor and completely innocent Forget-Me-Nots - and leans forward to look down at the recently acquired banes of his existence.

"See, I told you it would work- George! George wanna come train with us?" Calls out the fighter, waving a hand frantically as he elbows his shorter monk friend.

"No! Leave me alone!" George yells back, and instantly closes the window and goes back to his position in the centre of the room.

He closes his eyes, focuses on his breathing, and-

Another pebble. He is going to murder them.

"What do you want?! I told you I'm busy!"

The fighter spreads his arms open - almost hitting his friend in the face, if said friend hadn't ducked down instantly.

"Oh, come on George! It's gonna be fun!"

"I'm not interested! Now, leave before I start throwing spells your way!"

The monk scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest and lifting his chin up in defiance.

"As if you could catch me! I bet you can't, and you're scared, and that's why-" a pale green hand is suddenly covering the human's mouth, its owner looking awkwardly up at George with a tentative smile - as if that douche's attempt at riling him up could have worked.

On a completely unrelated note, George has had enough of that conversation.

"You bother me again today and you will regret it." And with that, he closes the window again.

Definitely not hearing the monk's confused "does that mean we can come back tomorrow?". He is just going to ignore it.

The moment he turns back around, he almost has a heart attack.

Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and a knowing smile on his face, is his mentor.

"Bloody hell, I didn't hear you arriving." George mumbles, moving to grab him a chair as the older wizard chuckles.

"I figured, you were having quite a spat." Scott comments, sitting down on the armchair and nodding towards the window, looking more pleased than he should be.

George gives a scoff, letting himself slump into his chair.

"They are relentless. I don't know what to do anymore." He mopes, but as he should have expected Scott has no pity to share and immediately tackles a new, equally pressing problem.

"Have you found your teammates for the tournament yet?" He asks, crossing one leg over the other and resting his chin in his hand. About two months ago, George had agreed, after ages of declining invitations and rejecting requests, to take part in the yearly tournament his mentor ideated - agreeing only on the terms that he would be able to choose his own teammates. Which is not that unusual, people can arrive with their friends and form a team. George's main problem? His sadly evident lack of friends - at least, friends that will take part in the tournament.

"Not yet. They're all so … various. And peculiar. I'm-" He halts, hands clasped together and squeezing one another, as if they were stress relievers. Noticing his discomfort, Scott seems to take immediately a step back from his usual flippant persona as his expression softens and his posture relaxes.

"You're free to speak your mind." He reminds him gently, so George takes a small breath and looks away, towards the door, ignoring the awkwardness of his admission.

"I'm worried my purely academic training will make me underperform."

"That is possible. It is also possible that you do well. Has the prospect of failure ever stopped you?" Scott challenges, one eyebrow raising in doubt because this is the thing: Scott chose him as his protégé, he knows what George is capable of. He knows him, how competitive he is, how his pride gets in the way despite how much his self esteem is rather low. But still.

"I never had to fail in front of a crowd."

"I understand. Still, I think it will do you good. You should find people to team with, not many get this opportunity."

"I know! It's just that nobody's stuck out! They all seem like incredibly talented people!" George protests, crossing his arms over his chest and slumping back into the chair - sliding down a little, so that his chin presses up against his chest. So now he looks and feels like a child throwing a tantrum. Splendid.

"Well. I think there are at lest two you know by name." Scott notes, smiling with a conspiratory look, and George feels incredibly stupid that he let himself be played like this - did Scott manage to bring the discussion back to the two dumbasses that have been bothering him nonstop for the past couple of weeks?!

Dream and Sapnap- he has no care for them. None at all.

"Shut up." George replies weakly and Scott simply laughs - ever so rude, laughing at his self inflicted misery - before standing up. He circles the desk between them and puts a hand on his head, messing up his hair with a chuckle.

"I have to go, I have matters that await me. But it was nice to see you doing well. I'll wait for the names tonight." Scott's sing-song voice calls as he leaves with a smirk, closing the door behind him.

George lets out a long sigh and resigns himself to morning of meditating and practice.

It was nice to see his mentor again - he's been worried lately, as if on edge. George figures it's the tournament's fault, but one may never be sure.

A couple of days later, Dream wakes to the feeling of a pillow hitting him square in the face. Followed by a ripping noise. Followed by the feeling of stuffing falling on his face.

"Oops-" Sapnap says above him: when Dream opens his eyes, he's holding his pillow, now with a tear in it and stuffing slowly falling on the ground.

"SAP! What the fuck did I tell you about the tusks?!"

After their morning workout routine - which definitely does not entail Dream chasing Sapnap around their room as the shorter man jumps around on the furniture to escape, and absolutely doesn't end with them rolling on the floor as the half orc holds his teammate in a headlock - they have a quick breakfast and then hurry to the Academy.

Today's the day: they will be announcing the teams for this year's tournament, and they both can't wait who they will be fighting with.

The announcement is a strictly participant-only event, and from that point on they will have about a month to train with their new teammates inside the Academy's facilities.

The Academy is a huge building that looks and feels like those castles they talk about in fairytales: sky high towers of iridescent colours, with strands of various shades of purple and orange connecting invisible points in space - and perhaps time too. There are stairs and bridges connecting different sections, and Dream knows, from stories told by Master Calvin, that it is as tall in the sky as it is deep inside the bowels of the Earth. A magnificent display of arcane power and architectural prowess. As one would expect from the creators of this tournament, but still.

The crowd that gathers around the entrance is one of the most varied assortment of adventurers Dream has ever seen, and he knows Sapnap is thinking the same thing because the human's head keeps whipping from side to side as he stares at the people walking by.

Dream shoots, from time to time, a look around. He's not particularly looking for somebody - he is - and he's not going to let the knowledge of who is competing distract him from trying to do his best - debatable.

But still.

All the participants are directed toward the entry, where after a quick scan - to avoid strangers from entering - they manage to get inside the main hall.

Now, Dream and Sapnap have been told, by their respective masters, about the Academy, but nothing can ever quite prepare you for something this grandiose and extravagant as what they are seeing.

One would expect a centennial arcane academy, built by two archmages and hosting the best of the magical world in terms of teachers, students and knowledge, to be a stuffy, old fashioned institution.

One would be quickly proven wrong, as just the entrance hall happens to be a stunning portrait of multiple colours, bright and radiant, with moving paintings of famous arcane masters casting spells side by side with rather sweet drawings of past winners of the tournament hugging each other and holding out their prizes.

When Master Calvin had first suggested he move for a while to the Academy, in order to fully develop his arcane abilities, he had been skeptical: how could he, when Calvin's house had been his home for so long? But now, seeing all this, he thinks that maybe he could come to like this place.

At the end of the hall, on an apparently clear glass panel, are displayed the names of each team member.

With all the chatter and cheers and noises of people looking for each other - some are already leaving, having found what and who they were looking for - it's hard to catch the sound of Sapnap's sudden gasp.

It is less hard to notice him gripping his wrist and vigorously point at the glass as he lets out an excited laugh.

Dream follows where he's pointing, and-

"George is with us?!" He exclaims, mostly out of pure disbelief, eyes wide open as he looks back and forth between his friend and the list of names on the board.

"We're so going to win this!" Sapnap answers with an elated smile before bursts out laughing, jumping up and wrapping him in a full body hug - Dream catches him, letting out a small "omf" that is mainly due to the unexpectedness of it all.

"I can't believe it, we got so lucky!" The half-orc comments, his eyes skimming through the names listed on the board - some he recognises, more or less unfortunately, and some he doesn't.

"I know, right?! -" Sapnap comments, leaning back and letting go in order to nod with his head towards the floating glass.

"Now we just have to find out who Eret is, I guess."

#mcyt writingtober #sbi dnd au #dnd au #now sbi&co #dream team au #dreamwastaken #sapnap #georgenotfound #smajor1995

[the-tubbo-admisitration]

The Tubbo Administration

2

In the morning everyone noticed how tired their president looked but no one really cared, he wouldn’t care if they were ill.The only person who seemed to care was Tubbo, rushing about to make sure Schlatt was ok and able to attend to his duties. The people saw King Eret that day, he’d made sure that both Schlatt and Tubbo were doing alright, some of the citizens noticed how he looked around at everyone like he was trying to read them- like he was searching for something. 

A week later and Schlatt had slowly grown weaker, there were bags under his eyes when he ordered George to release Niki. His breathing was heavy when he’d done so much as walk around for a bit, people began wondering what happened. But no one really had any clue, it was like he’d just gotten ill, why would it be anything else?

Then there was Tubbo, he’d risen above his station and gone above and beyond for L’manburg. He did everything Schlatt couldn’t and allowed things Schlatt didn’t, everyone was happy to take orders from him, he was such an honest and sweet kid. Niki was quite vocal about distrusting poor Tubbo but luckily he had a lot of citizens quick to jump to his aid. Tubbo knew this and spent a lot of his time thanking people for their help and patience. 

He was currently watching George and Punz repairing the bridge after a creeper had blown part of it up. He sat on a fence with his little clipboard, filling out paperwork for the president, he swung his legs lazily as he watched. “So are you both doing alright? No complaints?” 

George chuckles a little at that.”I didn't think we were allowed complaints.”

Tubbo frowns softly and lowers his clipboard slightly. “George...I didn’t know you were that upset, we can arrange a meeting with the president if you’d like?”

All eyes were on George now, annoyed at him for upsetting Tubbo. George’s eyes went wide, realizing that Tubbo took him seriously...was he serious? Schlatt would never ask for complaints, Tubbo was just a sweet kid like that- and George had upset him. He took a step backwards, raising his hands slightly. “Hey hey, it’s ok, I was just joking don’t worry!” 

The panic was clear in George’s voice and Tubbo tilted his head slightly, blinking a little longer than usual- just a second of closed eyes before a sweet smile appeared on the second most powerful person in L’manburg. “Oh, oh it’s ok George, I didn’t realise it was a joke.” He giggled, the sound carrying along the bridge and making a few more heads turn. Tubbo hopped off the fence, tucking his hands behind his back and watching a bird fly over before looking back to George. “Don’t you think it was a bit mean though?”

George glanced around, no one stood in defense of him, no matter what he said he was the bad guy, he just sighed and took a step back, hanging his head. “Yes...it was rude of me, I’m sorry.”

When he looked back up, Tubbo was right next to him, a hand on his arm. “Well you do seem genuinely sorry, I won’t tell Schlatt don’t worry.” He smiled brightly like he was sure George would be grateful, but George wasn’t even aware that telling Schlatt was even on the table- but he supposed that was an oversight on his part- not deception on Tubbo’s- it made sense for him to report to the president.

So he nodded, murmuring a thanks before turning and continuing to work on the bridge. He saw Tubbo smile in the corner of his eyes, but it wasn't a normal smile- more so one Schlatt would have then Tubbo. George paid it no mind though, he was probably just imagining things. 

Some few hours after this, Eret had come to visit- instantly being greeted at the gate by Tubbo, who smiled brightly up at him. Everyone could see that Eret already considered Tubbo at least a student if not a son, it was obvious in the way that Eret spoke to him that he felt Tubbo was in need of a father figure. It wasn’ too far of a stretch to assume Tubbo saw him as some sort of mentor- constantly asking Eret about what it was like to be a king, about how royal succession differs from presidential succession, the whole lot. Niki made sure to state how it sounded like Tubbo wanted to be next in line, no one seemed to see the issue with that, he was a good kid and there's nothing wrong with trying to get a more stable position. 

“Oh come on! You can’t possibly believe this! You’ve got to be-”

“Is something wrong Niki?” Eret asked, suddenly behind her, he was frowning and rather annoyed that his friend would say that kind of thing about poor Tubbo. He didn’t believe Niki would be that rude without due reasons, maybe it was a misunderstanding. 

Niki turned to look at him, seemingly startled. “Oh! Eret! Yeah something is wrong, I think Tubbo is using your position to his advantage.” She says it so matter of fact that for a second Eret doesn’t think it sounds stupid, only for a second. Because before Eret can respond he is interrupted by a tiny sigh from behind him,Tubbo.

He was standing just behind Eret, fiddling with the pen and clipboard in his hands. He looks close to tears and is looking anywhere but Niki and Eret. “Do you really think that..?” His voice is small and shaky, almost highlighting the fact that he’s just a kid, everyone’s breath hitches- no one wants to see Tubbo cry.

Niki looked panicked, taking a step back and glancing around. “Well uh, I-” She pauses, frowning and clearly planning what to say before she pauses, Eret knew that expression; she’d just realised something. “Hold on a minute; you know what I think of you Tubbo. You’ve always been aware, don’t try and trick Eret like that.” She frowns at him and crosses her arms. 

There is a moment when it’s almost silent, aside from some whispers confirming that Tubbo had known since the war. Eret looks at Tubbo, he wants to trust the kid but Niki had been his friend for a long time. He really doesn’t want to believe that Niki was telling the truth.

Tubbo had frozen in place, looking up at Niki with wide eyes. The clipboard fell out of his grip, clattering to the ground quietly- but in the quiet air it was deafening. Eret was staring in Tubbo’s eyes, he saw genuine fear in those eyes and it hurt so much- then something changed; something flickered in Tubbo’s eyes, something Eret couldn’t place. Then tears welled in Tubbo’s eyes, he clenched his fists and his face screwed up, everyone in the vicinity could see his shoulders were shaking. 

Niki didn’t know what to do, did she get one up on him? What was happening? Tubbo had never reacted like this before and Niki wasn’t sure if it was good or dangerous. She took a step back, glancing around and meeting Fundy’s eyes, he looked just as scared as her, his ears down and tail under his legs. 

Tubbo then exploded at her- tears streaming down his face. “IT DOESN’T MEAN IT DOESN’T HURT!! I USED TO THINK YOU WERE SO COOL BUT ALL YOU DO IS HATE ME!! I DON’T KNOW WANT I HAVE TO DO TO PLEASE YOU!!! WHY DO YOU HATE ME?!?!” He screamed, leaning forward just a little, everyone could see his expression and everyone was hurt by how stressed out he looked.

If Eret sided with Niki in that moment, he felt he'd have to give up his crown. He pulled Tubbo into a protective hug, stroking his hair and trying to reassure him. He knew all eyes were now on Niki and used that as a cue to usher Tubbo away from the crowd, still keeping a hand on his shoulder. 

When they got to Schlatt’s office, the man himself was waiting outside. “I heard yelling, what happened?”

#dream smp #the tubbo administration #tubbo #tubbolive #tommyinit #tommy #wilbur soot #nichachu #jschlatt #schlatt2020 #schlatt #the eret #eret

[i-am-not-anon]

Under the eye of an institution

Part 10 (we have come a long way..)

Summary: Logan and Patton (both 16), as older students, are expected to look after two groups of freshmen in Watersouth boarding school for boys. Both of them despise the tradition of bullying that is subjected to the newcomers by older students in their school. The two respectively get a student in their groups who is a little different from the ordinary crowd: Roman and Virgil (both 15).

Author’s note: Hey, I’m back! Special thanks for those who pre-read this chapter and commented on it, you really helped me finish this chapter! There’s going to be some new conflict between our students, but don’t stress about it... or should you?

Triggers: General bullying, abuse and violence, violent punishments, panic attacks, self-deprecation, name-calling, i n s t i t u t i o n 

Other parts here

...

“So, what did Simons exactly do to you?” Logan questioned, shifting his legs as he stood before the two younger boys. His emotions rarely affected his body language, but now he kept pacing around and fixing his glasses, which already were perfectly standing on the bridge of his nose. And he wasn’t the only one, whose nervousness was noticeable. 

“Don’t ask me, sir,” Roman squeaked, taking a step back that he was almost hiding behind Daniel. “I wasn’t telling you anything. He was,” Roman pointed at his friend.

Daniel sighed. “He’s afraid because Simons made him swear he won’t tell this to you, sir.”

Logan nodded. “I see. So I have to pose as if I never heard any of this? Makes things more complicated to a degree, but I’m sure I can handle it. Roman, I assure you no soul excluding the three of us will find out if you disclose that information to me.”

Roman let out a breath. “Um, he told me how much he hates me and how disgusting I am, then took a grip of my hair and flipped me around in the air.” The poor boy lifted his hand to his curls, gently brushing them to not hurt his sore scalp. 

“I see.” Logan frowned, trying to remain calm. “And what for did he punish you like that?”

“For, because I was the goalie and I missed so many times and then we lost, and he was in my team,” Roman rambled, looking at the ground.

“What kind of atrocity!” Logan was shocked. “That has nothing to do with the school rules whatsoever!” The older student straightened his collar in a frustrated movement. “Did any other person in the losing team receive similar treatment?”

“No, sir,” Daniel answered, being the one who had been able to observe the situation better. “After being done with Roman, Mr. Simons walked back to the field and seemed to have no intentions to punish anyone else.” 

Logan leaned his hand on his desk, trying to regain control over his feelings. Why was he suddenly so taken aback by a punishment fairly common in this terrible school? Well, at least common for the tutors that were the most violent. He sat back on his seat, where he had been interrupted from doing his homework a few moments ago. “Please, take a seat both of you, I need a moment to contemplate this,” the older student advised, gesturing the boys towards his neatly made bed.

Daniel and Roman sat down, the former still protectively holding the latter. Roman didn't mind that, leaning his head on Daniel's shoulder while waiting for Logan to figure something out. It was nice to have one good friend, at least. They had known each other for barely two weeks but it felt like a much longer time. 

….

Virgil sat in the second most comfortable sofa of the library, reading a collection of short novels while listening to a relaxing playlist. He had finished his homework already, and tried to focus on the story instead of the welling homesickness inside him. Oh, how he missed his brother. Why did he have to be exactly three years older than Virgil, so that he just had finished this school when Virgil came in? Emile was in university now, studying his beloved psychology. He had been the one to support Virgil when he had felt his worst, and helped him to get the therapist he had urgently needed.

The young boy sighed, putting his book away. Emile was the person he loved most in this whole world. He also was the only person excluding his parents who he was comfortable getting a hug from. Virgil felt the tears coming, but there was nobody watching so he let them fall. 

Because there definitely were people who cared for him and who he deeply loved, but why did they have to be so far away?

…

Logan almost felt steam coming out of his ears as he wrote notes about which teacher would be the most likely to actually take action in making sure only the respective tutors took care of their students. That was part of the school rules, but in reality nobody really made sure it was practiced accordingly. Once again, the teachers didn’t really care as long as it caused no interruption to their classes. 

List of teachers 

Mr. Brass- would only encourage more punishments

Mr. Wilson- would scold the culprit for a minute, but not make big enough deal about it

Mr. Houston- is always too tired to care

Mr. Higgins- has little authority

Mr. Atkinson- very lawful, might actually be irritated about Simons not following the rule

The list went on, but no better choice was presented than Mr. Atkinson. Logan sighed quietly, remembering Roman and Daniel were still sitting on his bed, chatting quietly to each other. 

“Boys, you can go continue your afternoon. It will take me a moment to figure this problem out in its entirety, and in the meanwhile I would instruct you to stay away from Simons.” Logan scratched the back of his neck. “I know it’s not solving anything, just a temporary solution until we get him actually responsible of his actions. I hope you a relaxing rest of the day.”

Daniel and Roman glanced at each other, then getting up and walking to the door. “Thanks, Mr. Andrews,” Daniel nodded his head as they got out of the room. 

“You’re welcome, boys.”

...

The next morning began with chemistry classes for both Roman and Virgil. The latter waited further away in the hall until the others had entered the class. That way, he hoped, Roman would not see him and therefore forget to insult him. He still had to think which would be more effective way to get past it when leaving, though; leaving earliest or latest. He could think about it during the class. 

“Alright, boys,” Mr. Houston called their attention. “I’m giving you a group project that will be presented next week-” He shot a frustrated glance at Roman, who had cheered in a hushed voice, “and I’m assigning the groups.” Mr. Houston payed no attention to Roman’s groan, but became naming the boys who had been paired together. 

“George and Matts, Isaac and Daniel, Roman and Virgil...” 

Virgil crushed the piece of paper he had been holding in his hand. This was so unfair. And Mr. Houston wouldn’t bat an ear to any compliments about the pairings because “You have to learn to work with all kinds of people for your future” He ignored Roman, who moved his desk next to his and greeted excitedly. 

What an idiot.

Roman kept trying to get Virgil’s attention, talking to him or sometimes poking his side. At first he tried to be nice and work with the quiet boy, but as his partner kept turning his back on him and not answering on how they should start the work, Roman began annoying him more and more. 

“I thought you stuttered, and wasn’t mute, stupid,” 

poke to the side

Roman whispered to Virgil’s ear, leaning way closer than Virgil preferred. “Or did you go deaf, too? We gotta do this project!”

Virgil moved slightly further away, continuing to look at the textbook page but not being able to concentrate. He hated Roman So. Much.

Roman stretched over to smear the face Virgil was looking at on the book with his pen. He grinned victoriously, as Virgil finally turned to look at him. 

“L-l-l-eave m-me al-a-al-alone!”

Roman tilted his head, still grinning maliciously. “O-o-oh? S-s-so no-no-now you can s-sp-s-s-pe-spe-speak?”

Virgil striked Roman on his face, and Roman’s chair crashed loudly on the floor as he fell down more out of surprise than the power of the punch. “Ow!!” In a second, he lunged on Virgil, who had stood up and almost managed to dodge the other boy, sending them both tumbling on the floor, where they continued fighting. Mr. Houston shouted at them, and when it didn’t seem to cause any kind of reaction, he had to separate them by force and held them up by their collars. 

“WHAT was that?”

The teacher shouted in such a volume, that Virgil held his ears. Mr. Houston began dragging the boys to the door, handling them roughly. He muttered something along the lines of “Hasn’t happened in three years” And quickly instructed the rest of the class to continue working and better behave while he was gone.

…

Mr. Wilson, having been teaching the older group Linear Algebra, opened the classroom door after hearing the angry knocks. He looked confused for a second, finding his workmate holding two yonger students apart by their collars, but stepped to the side to let him look inside. Teacher Higgins stepped one foot in the class, looking around with annoyance, as if he had been the one getting in trouble. 

“Logan Andrews, Patton Sawyer! Your students started a fight in my class and interrupted it greatly. I reckon you two do something about this, I need to get back to my work.”

Logan and Patton glanced at each other, and quickly collected their things to get outside. Mr. Wilson gave them the rest of the exercises to complete later, and now they were faced with two pouting students in the hall. 

“Virgil?” 

Patton looked so betrayed, that Virgil finally felt the guilt stinging in his chest. But it didn’t stop him from glaring at Roman with all the hate he could possibly gather.

Logan frowned at the two. “Roman, why did you hit Virgil?”

“Oh!!!???? I hit the poor Virgil?? He started it!” Roman screamed, pointing at the boy. There was about 3 feet between them, and Virgil didn’t bother to look up.

“Did you, Virgil?” Patton stepped closer, but Virgil stayed silent. He wouldn’t say a word when the Idiot was present, because he refused to be mocked again. 

Patton sighed, taking a step back. “Alright, boys. I think we need to find a place to sit down and talk this through. I don’t want anybody getting in any more trouble, and it’s not cool to hate others for long.”

“I agree,” Logan nodded, and they began walking to get downstairs.

“It’S nOT cOoL To HatE OtHeRs” Virgil mimicked to himself behind the tutor’s backs. He didn’t remember a time when he had been this angry towards everybody around him, but in all honesty, it made him feel powerful in a situation where in reality he had little to no control.

Roman sticked his tongue out at Virgil as they walked behind their tutors, and Virgil tried to slap him but the boy dodged it, so Virgil kicked him, to which Roman cried out loudly. That guy is way too good in making all of this look like my fault, the boy thought to himself, as Patton turned to scold his student. He really had to do the rest of this carefully and not fall in Roman’s traps like he just had. 

There’s only one thing good about all of this, Virgil thought. It all goes just like my worst, anxiety-filled thoughts had assumed, so I feel like I’ve at least seen this coming.

#uei #uei10 #10 #under the eye of an institution #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #light sides #au #high school au #boarding school au #human au #my writing #patton #roman #virgil #logan #sanders sides fanfic

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You’re Going to Have to Try Harder Than That

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Fred Weasley is going to have to try a little harder to get you to go to the Yule Ball with him.

The excitement in the air was evident at Hogwarts when the first sight of snow was seen. What that meant for the boys and girls alike was that there was now a stress to find a date to the famous Yule Ball, which would occur on Christmas Eve night. You watched with a smirk as every Hogwarts boy would follow around the Beauxbatons girls in the hopes that they would be able to ask one of them to the ball. You have to admit, everything about them is perfect, and it does get a bit discouraging when almost every boy from year 4 up follows them around and doesn’t really bother about their own class mates.

You go back to reading your book, occasionally looking up to watch as another group of boys follow the French girls or the group of girls trying to get close to Viktor Krum. That just made you smile even more, because you were the only one who knew that he had asked your best friend Hermione, and she had said yes. You were too consumed in your book to realise your best friends Ron, Harry and Hermione had taken seats next to you.

“Look at ‘em all Harry, how are they just so perfect?” Ron exclaimed to the group, mainly pointed at Harry but you assume he wanted all of your attention.

“Yes Ronald, we get it, they’re French, they’re perfect, their hair just flows so lovely over their shoulder. If you love them so much, why don’t you just ask one of them to the ball?” you retorted back, earning a chuckle from both Hermione and Harry, whilst Ron just slouched down against the wall mumbling something about how he was planning to or something. You just roll your eyes, closing your book and look up to continue observing the court yard and watching everyone go about their day.

“So Y/N, has anyone asked you to the ball? Or at least caught your eye?” Hermione asks, after giving a small wave to Krum that goes unnoticed to you.

“No, all the boys just seem to be chasing after the French to really give a bother to me. But I’m not too fussed, we’ve still got a while until the Ball comes around,” you say uncaringly. But deep down you did care. You were a little worried that no one was going to ask you. Hermione got a date but she’s absolutely stunning. And you just kept thinking, if Harry Potter, the boy who lived and a Triwizard champion, can’t get a date, what hope did you have.

The time has come for the Gryffindor House to be taught how to dance, more importantly waltz. You and Hermione couldn’t help but giggle when Professor McGonagall pulled Ron out of his seat and forced him to be her partner. You watched as his twin older brothers danced along to the music and then had a chat with Harry. To be fair, the whole situation was hilarious, but that’s what he gets, you knew he was talking shit about one of your classmates and McGonagall being McGonagall just knew and sought to embarrass him.

You jumped to your feet when it was time to partner up, and was a little pissed off when all of the boys slumped down in their seats, trying to hide their faces. You were extremely proud of Neville being one of the only boys willing to learn how to dance so you made sure to be his partner during the practice because you were willing to help him out with all of the dancing practice and coordination.

You were giggling the entire time as Neville tries to spin you around and you feel someone’s eyes watching you from a far. You look around and see Fred Weasley (yes you could tell them apart, you don’t spend Summers with the Weasleys and not learn which twin is which) watching you with a tiny smirk on his face as he himself tries to learn how to Waltz.

The whole dancing lesson with McGonagall was just one big laugh. The whole auditorium was filled with laughter and talking as the girls and boys tried their hardest to find some sort of rhythm, and don’t even get you started in the lifts. Poor Neville had two left feet at the beginning of the lesson so doing the lift was bound to get one or both of you hurt. But by the end he had managed to get the simple steps down and vouched to you that he was going to get the dance down pat to impress his date to the Ball, who he wouldn’t tell you who it was.

By the time the dance lesson was done, you and your friends were starving. So you all made your way to the Great Hall for lunch all the while making fun of Ron for having to dance with your Head of House. Once sitting down you are all laughing at Ron’s embarrassment. As you begin grabbing food to eat for your lunch you once again feel eyes on you. Looking further down the long table you again saw Fred Weasley looking your way, only this time he winks at you. You feel your cheeks begin to burn up as you look down and continue to eat your lunch, a faint smile creeping onto your face and you tune in to the conversation your friends were having.

You were all busy studying in the Great Hall for potions and you were listening to Ron and Harry begin to worry about not having dates.

“This is mad. At this rate we'll be the only ones in our year without dates. Well us and Neville!” Ron chuckled to Harry as you just shake your head at the two teenage boys talking next to you. Before you know it Snape is right behind the two boys and continues to hit them in the back of the head for talking. You silently giggle at the two of them getting in trouble, it never gets old.

“But then again he can take himself.” Harry replies to Ron once Snape leaves to check on other students. You just roll your eyes, why do they have to pick on poor Neville.

“It might interest you to know that Neville's already got someone,” Hermione snaps at the two boys and all three of you gasp and look at her wide-eyed for more information but she puts her head back down doing her work. You just huff and also go back to doing your work, wanting to get through it quickly so you can leave and go back to the Gryffindor common room to relax.

That is until you see a paper ball fly towards Ron from his older brother Fred, with a silently giggling George next to him. You lean over Harry’s shoulder, being mindful of Snape keeping a close eye on us, and try to catch a glimpse of what it said. 

"GET A MOVE ON OR ALL THE GOOD ONES WILL HAVE GONE!".

“Who are you taking then?” Ron asks Fred accusingly, but you’re already bored of the conversation so your try to get stuck back into your work with hopefully no to minimal distractions. That is until a paper ball hits your head. Your lift your head to hearing your name being whispered.

“Y/N, hey Y/N” you look up to see Fred trying to get your attention.

“What?” you ask, slightly irritated at the constant distractions.

“Do you...want to go...to the ball...with me?” He says slowly, adding in some movements here and there to get his point across.

“Oh Weasley. You’re going to have to try harder than that,” and with that you get up to leave, but not after giving Snape your work, leaving not only a dumb-stuck Fred, but also your three best friends being left speechless.

It’s not that you didn’t want to go to the ball with Fred, because you really did, you had always had a small crush on him. But you were his brother’s best friend so you never thought you had the chance. But another reason was that you had always hoped that when you were asked it was really special, not just some whispered question in the middle of a study period

Over the next week, you were getting flowers and chocolates when you woke up outside of your dorm room, as well as balloons in every class and chocolate covered strawberries showing up at every meal. You knew they were from Fred, but until he asked you again properly you were going to enjoy all the gifts and share hem with Hermione and the boys.

By the end of the week you thought that he wasn’t going to end up asking you because he had been hanging around Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell a lot so you figured that he had given up on you. This did make you quite upset and you were second guessing your response to his first question. Now you were going to the Ball without a date, or maybe you just wouldn’t go to the ball, save you the embarrassment of going alone.

With that thought in your head to slowly walked to the Great Hall for dinner on a normal Friday night. You were passed by many student, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang a like, trying to hurry to get good seats around the long tables so they could stuff their faces with whatever the House Elves prepared for them. Coming closer to the Great Hall you were shocked to find that there was barely any noise from the hall. Curiosity filled you as you turned the corner to walk through the doors to the room.

What stopped you in your tracks was Fred Weasley in the middle of the Hall holding a bouquet of red roses and chocolates, above him you see Lee Jordan and George Weasley on broomsticks holding an enchanted banner that read:

You were in absolute awe. You look to the Gryffindor table to see your best friends smiling at you, although you think Ron was just doing so to be nice because he was secretly jealous that you got a date to the ball and him and Harry still didn’t have one, but you didn’t care. You slowly make your way up to Fred, not breaking eye contact until you were right in front of him, only then did you look up at the banner again and give out a quiet giggle. 

“Is this hard enough for you?” he questioned, wringing his hands nervously waited for you to answer. This was the first time that you had ever seen Fred Weasley, of all people, nervous. You just smile and begin to nod your head.

“Yes, Fred. This is amazing. And yes, I’ll go to the ball with you,” you laugh out your response as he gives a random Hufflepuff the roses and chocolate and hugs you picking you up and spinning you around.

“Mr Weasley, please put Miss L/N down before you make her sick,” you hear McGonagall exclaim but you both just laugh loudly as he put you down and gives you your gifts. You were so grateful that he didn’t give up on asking you and as you sat down next to Hermione on one side and Fred on the other smelling your roses you couldn’t help but begin to feel extremely excited for the ball, thinking of what your dress would look like and wonderful your night would be.

The night of the Yule Ball had come and it had been a dream come true. Your mum had sent you a beautiful blue gown and your hair was done perfectly, thanks to the help of Hermione. Fred had actual tried to learn how to dance so you both managed to keep a rhythm during the opening dance, and both of you laughed as you watched Harry fail to dance with Parvati. Towards the end of the night Fred whisks you away and you both stroll your way towards the Astronomy Tower. 

The night sky was absolutely breath taking as the stars shined brightly down onto the grounds of Hogwarts. Fred takes your hands, pulling you away from the beautiful sights in front of you and made you look at him. He tentatively moves his hand towards your face and tucks a stray bit of hair behind your ear.

“Y/N, tonight has been amazing. And I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while now. I think you are absolutely stunning, and smart and funny, and you seem to make me smile whenever I look at you. What I’m trying to say is will you be my girlfriend?” Fred nervously questioned, looking at you with a somewhat scared look on his face, scared of what you were about to say.

“Oh Fred, you’re going to have to try harder than that,” you seriously state, looking dead in his eyes as he looks as though he’s about to crumble into the earth.

“I’m totally kidding, yes I will be your girlfriend!” You laughed as you watched his eyes light up with happiness. He rests his hand of your cheek and looks into your eyes, silently asking for permission. With the slight nod of your head he slowly leans in and presses his lips softly to yours. The fireworks you felt from the touch of his lips, the butterflies in your stomach and the tingles from where his hands were on your cheek and waist were so intense that you just melted into him.

It was the perfect ending to the perfect night.

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GENERAL.

full name.  Robert E. O. Speedwagon nicknames. The “official” one would be Boss among his mates and to the whole lot of ruffians in Ogre Street (the one people keep wrongly translating as “bro” in some of the jjba translations). Other than that, he’s not used to being called nicknames on a regular basis, though some people he’s crossed paths with seem to have a thing for giving him nicknames derived from his last name (Speeb, Speeds, etc). Depending on the closeness between him and the person calling him by a nickname, he might be like “please stop” or won’t mind at all Uncle Speeds/Uncle Speedy and similars apply only until he’s become the uncle figure of George II and, later on, Joseph and Holly, too. height. 5′11′‘ / 180 cm age. 25-28-ish in the main verse, though I play him in literally any stage of his life upon request. zodiac. libra / pig (in the Chinese zodiac) languages. English. Some Spanish, French, Italian and a variety of languages he’s managed to pick up during his many journeys around the world (enough to hold basic conversations, usually), as well as the bits of Chinese he’s managed to grasp from what Kenpo (Li) has taught him.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour.  somewhere between light and golden blond. eye colour. chestnut brown. skin tone. light skin, making him somewhat prone to getting sunburnt if he’s not careful when he’s out in the sun for long periods of time. body type. mesomorph. accent.  Cockney. dominant hand.  right, but is quite skilled with both hands, posture. He usually stands up straight, but never overdoing it, really, just... kinda doing it in a casual way, enough for him to be comfortable but trying to keep it “gentlemanly”. He keeps it a bit in the “dominant” side too when he’s in the slums (can’t show weaknesses over there). He tends to slouch a bit when he’s sitting and relaxing, though. scars. His trademark scar that runs from the top of his nose all the way down to his jaw on the left side of his face is the most notorious one at first glance. He has a considerable number of other noticeable scars all over his body (chest, arms/hands and thighs, mainly), though. Most of them come from his criminal lifestyle, knife fights, brawls, one from a time he was shot at, some around his wrists and forearms from the time he was learning to use his bowler hat and so on. He’s also acquired a new set of scars during PB, like some on his hands from the burns he sustained during the fire at the Joestar mansion as well as a new, large, one across his chest that he got from thawing Zeppeli’s frozen arm. This one isn’t as noticeable as the rest, but it’s visible still. tattoos.  None, but he was “persuaded” into getting a prince albert (more like: lost a bet and had to get one, lol). i know that’s a piercing and not a tattoo but i had to mention it since i rarely ever do it *shrug* most noticeable features. Does his loud voice count here? Uh, his cleanly shaven face, his long blond mane and his choices of colorful accesories and stuff (most of these partly respond to the Gay Etiquette™ of his time but also to his own preference since he genuinely likes them, too) could be what stands out the most at first glance. The large scar on his face, too. His thick Cockney accent, though this one stands out to foreigners and people he’s just met mostly. His loyalty and undying devotion and support towards those he genuinely cares about.

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth.  London (East), England. hometown.  London (East), England. birth weight / height. He was born to a poor family in the slums, so there are no official records on the matter. He was most likely born a bit underweight given the conditions his parents lived in. manner of birth.  Natural birth. first words. “dadda”. siblings.  none. parents. both of his parents are deceased. His mother died shortly after giving birth to him due to a poorly treated infection derived from it. His father passed away in unclear conditions by the time Robert was 5 years old. parental involvement. Robert has no recollection of his mother given how young he was by the time she died. The same can’t be said about his father, though, since he was raised by him: A poor, hard-working, and caring man. Between the working conditions at the time for the lower classes –long ass work days with ridiculously low pays– and exhaustion, among other things, his father got very little free time to spend with him. However, that didn’t mean the relationship between them was sour. It was all the opposite, actually, as they would spend as much time as possible together, playing together, his father telling him stories and talking to Robert about his mother and how wonderful she was and so on. Sadly for little Robbie, this only lasted a few years, as his father was unfairly imprisoned and was found dead in his cell just a week or so later in unclear conditions. I’ll cover the whole subject of his parents in a separate post later on but, yeah, all things considered, the parental involvement, while not perfect, was as good and dedicated as it could be in those conditions (and now you also know where he got that 'parental’ side he has towards the Joestar children from).

ADULT LIFE.

occupation. He’s job hunting/switching jobs in the main verse, trying to find his place in the world after leaving his criminal lifestyle behind (for the most part, at least). current residence. He still lives in Ogre Street in the Main Verse, but he doesn’t partake in criminal activities as often as he once did.This is why he sometimes can be seen sporting a new bruise or more, since some of the more unruly thugs there are trying to climb to the Boss spot now that Robert has shown clear intentions of changing his ways and, thus will try to pick up fights with him (there’s a lot more to explain on this matter but i’ll cover that on a separate post) close friends. Main verse: Jonathan Joestar. Tattoo and Kenpo (named Li, here), obvs. Later on, Erina (Pendleton) Joestar, too. relationship status. Single and crushingpiningfddsfdgfh financial status. Main verse: Ehhh, let’s just say it’s seen better days (since there are times he runs out of moneys and thus doesn’t have anything to eat for the day...or for days ;;;; ). Future verses/PostPBpreBT verses: You know the deal: He rich af. driver’s license. Naw. But he does drive that car shown in the manga from time to time. His peers don’t let him very often cause he’s nearly run over some folks before, lol. criminal record.  Officially? None, really. Which is kind of a feat given his role as one of the biggest and most influential ganglords in the rowdiest area of London. He’s done a lot of illicit things, though, which include but are not limited to: Thieving (pick pocketing, plundering, etc),  murder, fights/brawls (sometimes involving knives and/or guns), etc. There’s also the fact that he’s a homosexual man in a time where "homosexual acts” were illegal and could be punished by the law, so I guess it counts, too?

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation.  homosexual. romantic orientation. homoromantic. preferred emotional role.  submissive | dominant | switch |  unsure preferred sexual role.  submissive  |  dominant  |  switch (top leaning) |  sex repulsed libido. Average. turn on’s. subtle but sensual touching. He’s particularly sensitive in the neck and chest area. His thighs, too. He will be putty in his dear’s hands with ease, really, since sex works as an extension to his feelings and emotions towards the other person when it’s a long-term relationship (as opposed to one night stands/casual relationships –which aren’t very common for him anyway–, where there are no truly deep feelings involved and sex is just a mean to release some stress). During the act, he has a thing for having his hair gently pulled and, to a lesser extent, giving and receiving love bites, especially in those areas that are normally covered by clothes. This one is somewhat related to the time he lives in (a largely prudish and homophobic era), in which it is best to keep things as under the table as possible, especially when both parties involved happen to be males, but it also works as little secret reminders to his dearest of his love towards him. turn off’s. Probably overly kinky stuff and “weird” stuff like scat and watersports and stuff like that. He’s more into the soul-bonding aspect of it all, really.

love language. He’s all for making his dearest one feel loved in every single possible way. He will always do anything and everything in his power to make his bf feel special, be it by giving him massages, tender touches, holding hands, brushing/petting his hair, cuddling with him, and so on. He is very physical on this aspect (would totally be all up for pdas if Victorian society wasn’t so uptight about it even among m/f couples) so, as long as his bf is comfortable with it, he sure af will be giving him lots of love that way. And the spoiling doesn’t stop there, cause he will always do his best to buy his bf presents, even before he makes it big in the oil industry (he will save as much money as he can from whatever his current job is and spend it on his dear), with flowers being some of his fave presents to give. And since he’s some into the language of flowers, it goes without saying that every bouquet he gives is like a little love letter to his bf. Actual letters are another part of his love language. Not as common as the flowers or the gifts, tho (since he’s always been more into showing his love via actions and not just with words). So, yeah, he’s the kind of man who loves to shower his dear with lots of love, affection and devotion in any way he can~ He’s also into doing little things for his dearest, such as getting him lunch, helping him with whatever he might need help with and being there for him always.

relationship tendencies. He’s usually more on the chill and confident side when it’s something more casual and less serious. However, when there are genuine feelings involved, he tends to becoming a blushing mess and a big pile of nerves too, especially whenever he falls for someone with a higher status coughjonathancough. And it’s simple: He’s quite self-conscious, so he’s always kinda afraid that other person will see him the way he sees himself, with all his flaws and some of the unredeemable things he’s done and so on. On top of that, he doesn’t truly know how to properly handle genuine affection aimed at him and also doesn’t feel deserving of it, too, so... Yeah. He usually has a bit of a hard time when it comes to relationships, but that's usually due to all the raging homophobia in Victorian times and how he doesn’t want to tarnish his dear’s reputation with some “gross” and “indecent” stuff, as homosexuality was labelled back then. However, he tends to be a bit more open and relaxed in general in private for those same reasons. As for his insecurities, he will gradually feel more at ease as time goes by (reassurance and stuff from his dearest will do wonders here) since he’ll be a little less afraid to fuck up, too, now that he knows his dear loves him back.

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song. there’s a bunch I could go with for his theme song tbh, but I think I’m gonna go with Keep Pushin’ by REO Speedwagon, this time. hobbies to pass the time. travelling, reading, getting into trouble, gambling, spending time with friends and loved ones, learning new stuff, etc. mental illnesses. He has some, ehh, mental baggage from his days of extreme poverty as an orphan child in London’s streets, some of which comes up every once in a while in the shape of dreams that feel more like vivid memories/nightmares. He also developed certain symptoms of PTSD, mostly after all the events involving Dio, such as occasional restless/sleepless nights as well as occasional nightmares, feeling terribly upset at certain memories/events (such as Zeppeli’s death or the tragic fate of Jonathan), and so on. That said, he also suffers from survivor’s guilt. There’s the occasional depression over all that stuff and small bouts of anxiety over “what if Dio ain’t dead yet!?” since, well, the guy managed to survive near death 2 times by the end of PB (just imagine the pain and distress it would have caused him to hear he not only survived a 3rd time, but that he also stole Jonathan’s body to continue with his wicked ways). None of this is diagnosed, though. There was also a period of time he lost interest in almost everything after Jonathan’s death and slipped back (and way too hard) into his old ways for a while. physical illnesses. None, just the occasional pain that comes from poorly treated old wounds. left or right brained. Right with bits of left. fears. Losing his (remaining) loved ones, either by rejection or death, even though he’s gone through loss a lot of times already. Seeing them hurt or just generally being unhappy, if that counts? Seeing Dio coming back once more even after Jonathan’s ultimate sacrifice. self confidence level.  Fluctuates, really. He’s quite confident within the slums but, out of it? He becomes a bit more self-conscious, mostly due to the hard views society had back then towards scarred people as well as poor/questionable people as well as homosexual men. It all goes down the drain when a love interest comes into play, because all that self-conciousness hits twice harder when he’s around this person, hence why he’s often an anxious mess around them orz He becomes a lot more confident as time goes by, though, and starts feeling more at ease, too. vulnerabilities. Probably the fact that he wears his heart on his sleeve all the time. Same with him being a hot-blooded man, so he’s prone to go head first into things sometimes and running his mouth, too. He’s also a bit too reckless in his ways sometimes, so he’s prone to getting wounds in batlle and stuff (they aren’t usually too serious, tho, since he’s fairly good at avoiding what could may be fatal blows)

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/n: “two in one night? Holy shit, Kristin, you’re on a roll!” I KNOW!! I hit 800 followers, so I decided to do a short, little something to be a downer on everyone’s jolly Christmas and holiday fics. LOL I like to break your hearts!

Summary: Y/n likes to leave Bucky voicemails while he’s on a mission. Little did he realize just how precious the quirky little voicemails would become…

Warnings: Prepare your feelings?

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“Hey, honey, it’s me. I know I shouldn’t be calling your phone while you’re out on a mission, but I figured it was off, so it would go straight to voicemail. I wanted to let you know that I’m headed to my mom’s house for Christmas dinner, and she would love it if you came after your mission. Obviously, I didn’t tell her you were on a mission, but I said you were out working… Anyways, I love you. I’m about to board the plane, so I’ll call you when I land. Bye.”

“So, that was the longest plane ride of my existence. I mean, it really wasn’t the looongest, but it sure was the most irritating. I felt bad, too. The lady next to me had a baby and he was teething, and fussy that his ears were popping. I held him for a little while, because that poor mom looked like she was going to shake him. *chuckles* Anyways, I’m trying to find the stupid rental car area in this damn airport. You’d think they’d make airports easier to navigate… So stupid… Oh my god, sorry!... Shit, Buck, I totally just knocked this guy’s coffee all over his clothes. I’ll call you back when I figure out where the hell the rental place is. I’m just going to leave you a long string of voicemails narrating this trip, so I feel like you’re with me. Love you. I’m calling you back.”

“Is it illegal to choke someone out, just because they’re annoying? Who am I kidding, of course it is… Unless you have the Avengers to back you up. Think Tony’s lawyer could get me out of something like that?... You see, that guy that I spilled coffee all over? Yeah, he decided that I needed to pay for his coffee, his dry cleaning, AND give him my number. Before you freak out in your caveman ways, NO I didn’t give him my number and I was able to handle myself. Lower your blood pressure. He freaked out a little, like the piece of shit that he was, but I let him know that I wasn’t obligated to give him my number and gave him a little… teensy… Okay, I may have punched him. I have to call Tony’s lawyer. I’ll call you back when I’m in the stupid rental car.”

“Hey, honey. I’m in the rental car. The lawyer situation is good. I talked to Tony. He told me to quit calling your phone, by the way. Nonsense. I like leaving you fifty voicemails to open when you get back from a mission. I like seeing the little smirk you get when you listen to my little stories. Ugh, I miss you. It’s only been like a week, but I already miss you like crazy… Also, my mom is making the cheesy potatoes that you love so damn much… So, you better get home on time. I told Tony that when you’re done with your mission, he better send you on a plane straight here. Suck it up, buttercup. You’re coming home for Christmas, whether you’re grumpy and tired, or not. I’ll call you back when I get to my mom’s. Love you. Miss you. Bye.”

“So, mom is driving me bonkers, already. Grandma is supposed to be here within the hour, and she’s freaking out about her house being clean. She had me vacuum the cobwebs from the ceiling in the garage. THE CEILING, BUCKY! Can you imagine little me with a freaking vacuum in the air? She’s lucky I’m balanced enough to do it… and why the hell she needs the cobwebs out of the GARAGE I’ll never know. It’s just for parking the stupid cars! We don’t go in there for anything else! She’s panicking, and it’s stressing me out… *long sigh*… Anyways, I miss you. My sister already asked me if you were coming. She said it wasn’t fair that mom got to meet the hot boyfriend, and she didn’t. While I do agree that you are one sexy dude, it was weird having my sister make those comments… When you get here, beware of her. I think she’s going to try and make you as uncomfortable as possible. I have to go. Grandma just pulled in. Wish me luck! I love you.”

“Bananas! My mom is making me run to the store, in the middle of a damn blizzard for some stupid bananas! Is she serious? I get that it’s Christmas eve, but fuckk. I flip on my high beams, and it looks like I’m in Star Wars going through hyperspace, or some shit… Wait… I don’t think you’ll get that reference… Was it you, or Steve that saw Star Wars? Probably Steve… Anyways, I hate this rental car. All the good vehicles were taken, because everyone else knew it was going to snow, but me. I didn’t even look at the weather. I’m so cranky. I wish you were here. You calm me down when I start to get grouchy. OH! I see the store! I’ll talk to you later… or voicemail at you later, I guess. *Laughs* Oh, I sound insane. Anyways, love you. Bye.”

“THEY’RE OUT OF BANANAS! Who the FUCK is out of bananas, at Christmas? Now, I have to go all the way across town! Ugh… OH! So, I was thinking… Now, don’t freak out, or anything, but… I think we need a dog. THERE! I SAID IT! We need a dog! I need someone to snuggle while you’re away. Natasha gave me the bright idea. We could get an emotional support puppy. That way, the puppy would be beneficial for both of us… Okay… So, I may have already… possibly… maybe… adopted the puppy… BUT DON’T WORRY! He’s a cute little beagle, and he’s house trained! I pick him up when I’m back in New York… Okay, you’re probably mad, but I love him, already… Just… *groans* Don’t be mad. You’ll love him, I swear… His name is George. Got to go, I see the stupid store. Let’s try this again, shall we? Love you! Bye, Bucky!”

“….Buck-”

“…Hi, umm… This is Y/n’s sister, Lena… We haven’t exactly met, yet, but… You should know… There’s been an accident. She was hit on her way home from the store… *sniffs*… Just… Please, call when you get this. It’s important.”

“It’s Lena, again… She’s in surgery. She had some internal bleeding, and… they don’t know if… They don’t know if she’s going to make it. I’m sorry. *choked sob* I’m so sorry. I forgot the bananas, and she offered to get them… I should’ve never let her… I… *Sobs*…”

“Hi, Sweetheart, it’s Y/n’s mother. I know that Y/n said that you were on a job, or something, but we really need to get ahold of you. I don’t know who to call… I don’t know… I don’t know how to get ahold of you, sweetie. It’s not looking good. She’s out of surgery. They don’t… They don’t know, yet. I’ll call with an update.”

“It’s Lena. You should call. It’s bad.”

“Lena, again… It’s been a week… Where the fuck are you?”

“Seriously? Are you even in a relationship with my sister? Where are you?”

“It’s mom, again, sweetheart… I don’t know what you’re doing, but it’s been… ten days? Are you even getting these voicemails?”

“It’s Lena. She died. Thought you should know.”

“Y/n? It’s Tony. Why is your phone shut off? Anyways… I think there’s something we need to talk about… Can you call me back, please?”

“Hey, Y/n. It’s Steve… There’s… There’s been an accident. Bucky’s not doing good. I know you said that we shouldn’t bother you at your Mom’s but… You need to come home.”

“Hey, baby. It’s me. I pulled through. I’m so so sorry, I haven’t even had a chance to listen to your voicemails, yet. I know you told Tony that I should be on the next plane out, but they still have me hooked onto these stupid monitors. It was… a really close call, Doll. I didn’t see the agent, until the last second… I didn’t move in time. I’m sorry. I know you worry so much about me when I’m on these missions… I love you, Doll. I can’t wait to see you. I’ve missed you. I’m going to go listen to your voicemails, now. Can’t wait to hear your voice, again. Love you. Bye.”

“…Was that a fucking joke, Y/n? Please turn your phone on.”

“I’m not fucking around. This isn’t funny. Baby, where are you?”

“I’m fucking getting on a jet, and coming to your mom’s. This isn’t fucking funny, Y/n. Why is your phone off? Fucking call me back. Please.”

“*muffled movement* What… What the fuck happened? (*background* She was in an accident you fucking prick! Where were you? She needed you! You weren’t even fucking there to see her last breath!) I was… I was… I wasn’t even in the country… I…. *sobbing* I’m so sorry, Lena… *muffled movement*…”

“Hey, baby… It’s been a month… I don’t even know why I’m doing this. The therapist said that it might be beneficial. I don’t know… I miss you… so fucking much. I have the dog… I have George… I wish you were here, with me. He’s such a good dog, Doll. He knows to get Steve if I have a nightmare… Which has been happening so much more, now that you’re gone. I miss the nights that you and I would just lay in bed and talk. I miss your voice. This voicemail is nothing compared to the sound of your voice…”

“I keep every single one, you know… I had Tony put them all on a… disk?... for me. I’ve been doing that since you and I started dating. I’ve kept them all… I don’t… I miss you so much.”

“This is my last voicemail. I’m going on a mission. I love you, baby.”

“*sniffs*It’s Steve… I can’t believe I lost you both.”

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Why Would I Tell Anyone

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Pairings; George Weasley x Reader

Warnings; There are mentions of abuse and harassment. I want everyone to know I take this very seriously and to never be afraid to tell anyone about anything. If they won’t listen, I will. 

Summary; Rumors around Hogwarts make (Y/N) seem distant.

“Oi, (L/N),” someone said to me as I made tea.

“Oi, Weasley,” I mocked. 

“We need your help,” the twins said.

“With what?” I asked suspiciously, eyeing the house elves in the kitchen.

“We want you,” George started.

“To help us with,” Fred continued.

“With a prank,” they said together.

I looked at them. “For who?”

“Roger Davies,” the twins said. 

I paled slightly and swallowed. 

“Why?” I asked, putting the shaking teacup on the counter. 

“Let’s just say, he’s done something unforgivable,” George said, a scary fake smile on his face. 

“L-like what?” I asked.

“You know Mindy Scott?” Fred asked. 

“She went on a date with him,” George continued.

“And came back in tears,” Fred said.

“So which one of you fancies her?” I asked, praying it wasn’t George.

“What?” both twins asked. 

“You wouldn’t go through this much trouble to trouble someone else because of one girl’s tears,” I sighed, pouring my tea down the sink.

“You’re not gonna drink that?” Fred asked, looking at the now empty cup.

“No, I’ll just make some later,” I sighed, “It’s you, isn’t it, George.”

George blushed. “Well, yes. I fancy her. But Roger did something unforgivable.”

The tone of the conversation suddenly became very morose. I felt the bile rising in my throat. My vision was getting splotchy. 

“You all right, (Y/N)?” Fred asked. 

Both twins were staring at me with an intense look in their eyes.

“F-fine,” I stuttered. “Could you hand me my bag?”

George immediately complied, handing me my bag. I rifled through it for my bottle before popping it open and swallowing an anxiety pill.

“What was that?” Fred asked. 

“Oh, the reason I was making tea was to take my vitamin, but anyway,” I lied. “I won’t help.”

“What?” Fred nearly shouted.

“Keep your voice down, Fred,” I scolded. “If Roger did what I think he did, we all need to leave it alone.”

“Leave it alone?” Fred asked incredulously. “We can’t leave it alone.”

“All right, I agree,” George said with a much more calm approach. “With Fred, anyway. We can’t just let this go.” I stopped for a moment, trying to forget the feeling of his hands on my thigh. The awful moment of not being able to do anything. The dread of knowing that if someone found out, so much would happen. People would laugh, some would sympathize, and then those like the twins would seek revenge. The worst thing that could happen. 

“Please, just stay away from it,” I said, leaving the kitchen with tears in my eyes. 

“Did you see what happened to Davies?” Ginny asked. 

I tried not to flinch at his name and turned to Ginny. “No, what?”

“George and Fred pranked him, he’s neon green now,” Ginny giggled. 

I paled again. Of course, they didn’t stay out of it. Why would they? And now everything was going to be so much worse for me. 

“Where’s Mindy?” I asked. “How’s she doing?”

“Mindy?” Ginny asked with a puzzled look on her face. 

“Yeah, the girl who they did that for?” I clarified. 

“Oh,” Ginny whispered. “She had lied about that.”

“What?” I laughed. “You’re kidding.”

“No, I guess Roger had done it to some girl, but she won’t tell,” Ginny said. “Poor girl.”

I was furious. Of course, someone had taken one person’s misfortune to make it a big deal for themselves. 

“I wouldn’t tell,” I said.

“What’s that?” George asked as he and Fred walked in.

“We were talking about Mindy,” Ginny said. 

George’s faces contorted into something new. Fred visibly paled and turned away.

“I can’t believe that,” George growled. “Not who I thought she was.”

I laughed nervously.

“I want to know who she stole the story from,” Fred said. “Poor girl.”

“So what were you saying?” Ginny said.

I gulped and looked at the fireplace, trying to see a way out. I could lie again, I mean, who would be the wiser.

“I wouldn’t tell,” I said again. “I mean if I was in that position.”

“Like hell, you wouldn’t,” George said. 

“Excuse me?” I gasped, not having heard that tone from George before. 

“If that ever happens to you, or Ginny, or Hermione, you’d tell us immediately, right?” George asked. 

Ginny nodded her head very quickly, as though it wasn’t even a question. Hermione, who I didn’t think was even listening, nodded as well with a look of disbelief on her face. 

“No, I wouldn’t,” I said. 

“Why not?” Ron asked. 

“Look at how the twins reacted to someone they’re not even close to,” I pointed out. “If anything happened to me I certainly wouldn’t want a big deal made out of it.”

“I’d rather you tell us,” Harry said. “You’re practically family.”

He came around the couch and put a hand on my shoulder. I flinched and pulled away.

“(Y/N),” George said. “You’d tell us if anything happened, right?”

I gave a tight-lipped smile and nodded. 

“Sure.”

Roger had found me and this time he had no mercy.

“Who did you tell?” he had asked.

No one.

“It was one of those Weasleys, wasn’t it?”

Of course not.

“You gonna say anything about this?”

Never.

Only the marks he left told a completely different story. What kind of Gryffindor am I, not even brave enough to stand up for themselves? 

“Hey, (Y/N)?” George asked, pulling me out of my reverie and nudging my shoulder. “ Are you okay?”

I nodded. 

“No, are you really okay?” George asked. 

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. Of course. Of course, I couldn’t say anything. I tried nodding again when a tear slipped out.

“(N/N),” George sighed, trying to give me a side hug. 

He squeezed my shoulder and I yelped. George immediately pulled back with some look of concern. I sucked in a breath and turned away letting a tear fall. 

“(Y/N)?” George asked. 

“Sorry, I’m just stressed. I’m gonna go study.”

“Stop,” Ginny said as I tried to leave the common room one night. “If you go to see him again, he’s going to kill you.”

“What?” I yelped, turning around. 

“It took me a while to figure it out, but between me and Hermione, we got it,” Ginny sighed. “You said you would tell.”

I felt that feeling again. The feeling of sinking despair. Someone knew. And now what? Roger finds out and I get it worse. Tears pricked my eyes for the third time this week, and this time I didn’t stop them. 

“(Y/N), let us help you,” Ginny pleaded, stepping closer. 

“Okay,” I whispered. “Please help me.”

It was a long process of going to Dumbledore and keeping other people out of my business. Once Dumbledore knew, it was difficult to get Roger to confess or even stop the lies. But once Professor Snape pulled some strings it was easy.

“(L/N),” Snape drawled as I left the office. 

I turned expecting a speech about being more careful or to stop being so dramatic. 

“I am so very sorry,” Snape said, unexpectedly. “My door is open.”

I nodded with a gaping mouth and walked into the hallway. 

“It’ll be okay,” Ginny said. “It’ll work itself out.”

I had been lying in bed, trying to just rest for a while when something happened.

“I’m going to kill him,” someone said outside my dorm door. 

“George, leave her be,” Hermione gasped with a wavering voice. “She needs time.”

“No,” was George’s simple answer. 

The door swung open and George came and sat on the side of my bed. 

“(Y/N)?” he asked. 

I turned my head to make eye contact with him.

“Why,” George nearly sobbed. 

I did this. I made him sad. 

“Don’t,” George said. “You are not to blame.”

“How did you-” I started. 

“I worry about you, all right?” George said. “Please tell me what happens when it does.”

“I’ll try.”

“You know I love you, right, (Y/N)?” George asked. 

“I know. We’re friends-” I started. 

“More than friends, (Y/N),” George whispered. “So don’t worry me like this okay?”

I nodded and tried to hold down my blush. 

“Get some rest, and we’ll talk soon,” George said. 

With a final nod, he leaned down and gave me a kiss on the forehead. 

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Do any of ya have the guts to play for blood??

With puffed out cheeks and incredible heartburn, we bring you the illustrious College & Magnolia staff picks for the 125th edition of the Deep South’s Oldest Rivalry. Who will #BARNHARD? Who will BARN mildly? Who ain’t even barnin’ at all?

Auburn @ Georgia (-6.5) (O/U 44.5)

AUNerd

In my mind, this game is a true toss up. UGA will have the best unit on the field Saturday with their defense but I think they might also have the worst unit in their offense. Stetson Bennett looked good in relief. He took care of the ball and gave his playmakers a chance to make plays. Defensively, UGA was as solid as you would expect. As Auburn fans well know, it’s never easy to beat UGA especially in Athens.

But I like Auburn’s chances this weekend. In my non homer opinion, Auburn has the passing attack to keep this UGA defense on its heels and at least move the football. Defensively, if the Tigers can carry over their 2nd half performance against a better UK OL they have a chance to shut this UGA run game down & force whomever is at quarterback to consistently make plays through the air.

The most important key to Auburn’s victory is the offensive line. Can this rebuilt unit give Nix the time to get the ball to his wideouts? Can they pick up that needed 3 & short to keep the drive alive? I don’t expect Auburn to chew the Dawgs up on the ground but if they can be good situationally that might be all AU needs.

Turnovers & special teams will be huge in this game. Both Arkansas & Kentucky had a chance to pull the upset but both melted down with some terrible turnovers and bad special teams play. I don’t see either Auburn or UGA having similar meltdowns but one big returns or one ill advised throw could be the difference.

This series has hurt me more than any other. So many times Auburn has come into this game with a better team only to leave beaten often by insane margins. I understand folks’ hesitance to buy into this team getting it done. After all, it’s not like Gus Malzahn has excelled in top 10 road matchups.

But I believe in Bo Nix. I believe in this Auburn defense. I believe in Seth Williams and these wide receivers. And I believe this team gets it done in a stressful but ultimately cathartic way this weekend.

Auburn 23 UGA 17 (Auburn wins outright; under)

Jack Condon

I know I’m not alone in feeling all tied up in knots this week, and maybe that means we all realize that this game is important. If you were privy to the College and Mag group chat you’d know that there’s a thought that this game could end up being a turning point in Gus Malzahn’s career. He’s failed to beat Alabama, Georgia, or LSU on the road during his tenure, and despite some excellent chances in all three venues, Saturday night’s game might be the best opportunity Auburn has had to beat the Bulldogs in Athens.

We saw what happened last week, and we laughed and laughed as they trailed 7-5 to Arkansas at halftime. Still, the most Georgia-quarterback-named Georgia quarterback turned up and put up some points in the second half and made them all feel a little better. Arkansas is no real threat yet, and still they had the Bulldogs on the ropes for much longer than Kirby Smart would have liked. Georgia’s got exactly one playmaker in George Pickens, even though he only caught 4 passes for 47 yards. The offensive line looked like a mess, and Arkansas missed some serious opportunities to roll up big plays against a defense that’s among the best in the country.

Auburn, meanwhile, turned the corner in the second half against Kentucky. The defensive line came to play (you’d know that if you studied your AU Nerd articles) and the offense kept pressure off of Bo Nix, whose trust allowed Seth Williams to bless poor Kentucky defenders. We need to see more out of the running game, and we need to avoid a slow defensive start that would give a tepid Georgia offense some confidence, but I think Kevin Steele’s more than up to the task.

I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate admitting the small bubble of hope in my stomach, but I think that this actually is a turning point for Auburn and Gus. What an entire season usually builds up to will happen in the second week of the year, and I think that ripping off the band-aid will be beneficial for Auburn. We’re going to see Nix and Williams show a top team that they’re a top combination in the SEC, and we’re going to force a couple of turnovers from whoever plays quarterback for the Bulldogs. Those are the difference, and I think both Chad Morris and Kevin Steele get exotic Saturday night. Auburn 23-20 (Auburn wins outright; under)

Drew Mac

So, in case you didn’t know, I’m from Valdosta, Georgia. For those of you that don’t or have never lived in Georgia, this is my Iron Bowl. This is the reason I hate this game every year. Because winning it is fantastic. Losing it is so much worse. Therefore, since I have already started to have an evening beverage to calm my stomach for a game that is more than 72 hours away, I have recruited my good friend and selected brother Brad Tillery to give my prediction for me (because if it were me, I would say Dawgs 55-0 in the hopes that the it would trick the heathen Football Gods into giving us a win).

Brad: If you’re going by recent history, Georgia wins this game. They’ve won 8 of the last 10 in the series. Auburn hasn’t won in Athens since 2005. Even favored Auburn teams have played terribly against the Dawgs over the last 15 years. But history is just that: history. Auburn comes into the game with an experienced QB who protects the football, a plethora of talent at the skill positions, and a salty defense that should make life hell for whoever Georgia decides to put behind center Saturday. The Auburn offensive line could be a concern against the UGA front seven in the run game, but I expect Chad to lean heavily on Bo Nix’s right arm in this one. I also trust the AU defense to force a turnover or two as well against an inexperienced Georgia offense. Special teams should favor the Tigers here too.

A lot of younger Auburn fans may not realize that there was a time when Auburn dominated this series in Athens. It’s been 15 years since we’ve been able to pick some of the hedges as souvenirs. That streak ends Saturday.

AU - 20 UGA - 14 (Auburn wins outright; under)

Dr. Will

I feel like it’s been said before and it needs to be said again: This is a Must Win for Gus Malzahn. You have Georgia early on the schedule after years of having to worry about playing Georgia and Bama nearly back to back. Not this year. While you’ll have some in the stands, you don’t have a full stadium of people barking at you to deal with because of COVID. You’ve got the more experienced QB in this game as I don’t think anyone knows for sure what to expect out of the QB position for UGA this weekend.

And despite all of this, I’ve been burned multiple times when I try to Barn Hard. So this week, I’m taking the cautious approach.

The reason? Quite frankly, the 2016 game has scarred me. Never go into Athens (over) confident. Everyone thought for sure that would be the day Auburn would break through and win in Athens. Even Georgia fans that I came across in Athens before the game thought that. It didn’t happen.

This is your chance Auburn to shift the narrative in the league, to turn the heat up on Georgia in both recruiting and the shape of the SEC for years to come. To whip the dog crap out of Kirby on his homefield.

But the bottom line is this: Gus has to win the big one on the road before I can trust picking Auburn in this kind of game. So that said..... I hope like hell I’m wrong and we get the break-through win we have been waiting on for years but.......

Georgia 20 Auburn 17 (Georgia wins, Auburn covers; under)

Ryan S. Sterritt

This is the one you have to win if you’re Gus. No excuses. You have the established quarterback. The healthy offense. The good first week. With a 2-6 career record against Georgia, this is the one you Have. To. Have.

It’s going to be tough sledding for the Auburn offense. They figured things out in the second half vs Kentucky, and looked pretty polished in doing so, but this Georgia defense is loaded with talent. By my count, they’ve got four different guys in Tankathon’s Big Board Top 100, including two corners. Auburn is going to have to run the ball better than they did against Kentucky, which I think is possible, but not a given. I also think they know Seth Williams is a superstar, and they’re going to give him double coverage all day long. That leaves it up to Chad Morris and Bo Nix to figure out what the weak spot is. Are Anthony Schwartz and Eli Stove going to be left wide open? Will Bo need to run the ball? They don’t pay me the big bucks to figure that out, but I can’t wait to see.

On the other side of the ball, this is a chance for this defense to really show out. The Georgia offense looked wretched in the first half, and *fine* in the second half against Arkansas, but that Arkansas defense ranked 88th in the country in defensive SP+ last year. Even if they’re marginally improved, they’re still not good. Just like Seth will be the UGA defense’s focus, George Pickens is THE guy in the Georgia offense. I imagine he will see a healthy dose of Roger McCreary, but there’s no telling who wins that battle. Who knows what Georgia will be trying at quarterback, and while they have elite talent at running back, the ground game really looked rough against Arkansas.

Overall, I like Auburn in this one, and I don’t really see how Georgia is getting a touchdown in this game, unless you really believe last week was week one jitters. I think the Auburn playmakers get enough done on offense to post up a few scores, and something tells me whoever is taking snaps for Georgia is going to have a long night. Auburn breaks the drought in Athens, 27-20. (Auburn wins outright; over)

Josh Black

I think this game is one that we’ll look back on in 2 years and be able to make sense of where there are some potential program shakeups in the conference. The Deep South’s Oldest Rivalry has gone from one of my most anticipated weeks of the year to something I dread.

Oh, you thought it was because of the feeling that we are going to lose? No. Nah. Not that. I can live with that. No, I’m tired because it is getting increasingly more difficult to find fresh, relevant content that appropriately conveys just how long it has been (14,518 days as of this writing) since Georgia last did something other than underachieve as a program. It’s a burden, along with consistently reminding Spencer Hall of how Wes Byrum is, in fact, pretty cool, that I proudly tote along with so many of you fine people. But let’s be honest…we all got a gift with the Braves winning a playoff series so that we could remind the world that their last playoff series win was 19 years ago, which was 21 years after Georgia’s last title. Like, what a blessing! But that aside, I’m really having to do some deep dives.

Like, I realized today that my house, which was built 30 years ago, is in a neighborhood that most definitely did not exist 40 years ago. I live in Birmingham. Basically my mind drifted to realizing that the entire bane of so many folks’ existing, the 280 corridor, literally did not exist because it was all woods and farmland 40 years ago outside of Lloyd’s Restaurant. Georgia’s greatest accomplishment is essentially that old country kitchen restaurant that serves a hamburger steak with gravy and onions that your parents took you to with your grandparents when they were in town after church. Sure, there’s fond memories there, but my God who needs that sort of gut grenade in this already awful year?

Anyways, let’s talk about the game. And let me go ahead and once again remind all of you that I am the absolute worst at this “Barnin’” thing y’all do. The world is against us and when we overcome the world it is because Auburn Jesus has smiled down upon us. I wish I could feel differently. I really do. But the only time I’ve ever truly felt safe was when I could see the joyous smile of Cameron Jerrell Newton.

Let’s get to some keys to victory:

For us to win this game Georgia is going to have to look less like ass than they did a week ago, but with some of that assiness sifting over to the defensive side of the ball.

Auburn doesn’t need to rush for 150 yards to win this game, but I do think the number needs to be around 120. We have to give the defense the threat of a ground game for us to get in positions with Georgia’s secondary that are favorable.

For Auburn to win, I am going to single out Eli Stove as a huge reason why. Everyone has spent all week talking about how amazing Seth Williams was last weekend, and everyone knows the legitimate threat Flash imposes on every single snap he’s in the game. It’s time for Eli to flourish in an offense that will let him loose. He’s the most likely to be in favorable coverages Saturday, and it’s high time he show off why he was a highly recruited kid for us like…a decade ago?

Like others here, I expect the right side of Georgia’s offensive line to be a liability. Plainly put, their run blocking last week was an embarrassment and lacking in fundamentals. That’s an advantage because it shows they’re missing much needed reps to gel in fall camp. Wouldn’t hurt my feelings one bit to see the refs have no reason not to throw the flag on some obvious holds like last weekend.

Knock George Pickens on his ass. We can win without doing that, but I wanted to get that in here somewhere.

Here’s the thing that sucks about this…I’m trying to go with my gut as opposed to my heart. And in these early games in a year where football is being played during a pandemic that cost the sport all of spring training and almost every team massive inconsistencies with personnel during fall camp, the most known and trusted commodity on the field Saturday is the Georgia defense. And it’s my belief that our offensive line will improve throughout the year, but asking them to give us 120 yards on the ground and keep that defense honest in week 2 after not having much time together as a unit this summer thanks to Covid is asking too much.

Georgia 17 Auburn 13 (Georgia wins, Auburn covers; under)

Josh W

I joked on twitter the other day that I wasn’t healthy enough for Auburn/Georgia. I get the feeling that Saturday night will be an absolute nerve-wracking 60 minutes. COVID robbed us of March Madness, so my body is not yet conditioned for ultra-high tension Auburn athletics. Last week’s game against Kentucky was a great warm-up, but if I’m being honest, I never truly felt like Auburn was going to lose. I hardly felt any tension at all. Saturday night will be the exact opposite of this.

I know this isn’t true for all of you reading this, but Georgia is my personal biggest rival. I’d rather beat Georgia than anyone else on the schedule (that includes Alabama! Shocking!) We have no idea what we will see out of Georgia’s offense. I don’t think it’s going to matter much; neither team will need much offense Saturday night. Look for a low scoring bloodbath between these two institutions. Hit the under (trust me) and look for Seth to have a 6+ catch game.

Auburn 19 Georgia 16 (Auburn wins outright; under)

AU Chief

@#$% Georgia Auburn 27 - Georgia 0 (Auburn wins outright; under)

Crow

This is the weirdest football season of our lifetimes and it’s a terrible time to have a game that somehow decides the legacy of a coach. That said, there’s a decent chance this game has a lot more riding on it than the usual high stakes of rivalry and bloodlust. If there is one thing I know about Gus, it is that he seems to have an uncanny ability to win the games he “needs” to win. Which is why he is going to go into Athens and come out with a 5 year extension. Auburn 29 dwags 14 (Auburn wins outright; under)

AU_Jonesy

During the Braves 13-inning marathon win over the Reds on Wednesday, my smartwatch had my “resting” heart rate at over 100 for about 2 hours. I have a feeling Saturday evening is going to be even worse. Auburn absolutely should win this game. They have the better quarterback. They have the better receiving corps. They have the better linebackers. Roger McCreary probably gives them an equal secondary by himself.

I was there in 2005, and I was there in 2016. I’ll believe Auburn can win in Athens again when I actually see it. Something will go horrendously wrong. Watch out for the return game. Georgia had excellent field position all day against Arkansas, and that’s something that could be marginal enough to change this game. My heart says Auburn by 14. Alas... Georgia 19 Auburn 15 (Georgia wins, Auburn covers; under)

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Make Do || George Daniel Oneshot

Word Count: 2,285 Warning: Smut. Summary: “Imagine poor G trying to have sexy time with a broken collarbone and he gets frustrated cause he can only hold your hips with one hand and you can only be rough on one shoulder. 😂 Someone being this to life.” Author’s Note: This was so much fun to write, my goodness. Be sure to throw in a like or comment if you liked it! I love seeing feedback from you all. Please feel free to read my other work here! Enjoy!

“This sucks.”

Suck, it did. A week or so back, he had the misfortune of falling off the tour bus. Matty claimed he was off his ass, Ross and Adam blamed his slides, Jamie feared it was a mixture of both, but in the end George was left in the emergency room with a broken collarbone. It left a major dent in plans, especially gig-plans. While he suffered trying to get fixed up with the docs, Jamie scrambled to find a replacement. Somehow amongst all his calls, he managed to send a text to you to come quickly to the hospital. Thankfully you were nearby, the tour taking the boys only an hour or so outside of London, where you were stationed in the home you shared with the broken giant. An hour of driving brought you to the foot of your poor boyfriend’s hospital bed, in sight of his agonized and visibly upset face. He received many kisses that night, along with plenty of emotional support.

Jamie worked things out quickly, as he always seemed to do. He found a great replacement for George before he even made it home that night, which let the band at least sleep easy knowing they did not have to cancel any gigs. Of course, it was not a very big comfort for George. He still had a broken collarbone and Lord knows how long to wait for it to heal. He laid in your arms that night upset, conveying to you all his worries and fears until sleep took him. The biggest fear he had, of course, was that he would never be able to play well again. You promised him life would return back to normal before he knew it.

In some aspects, it did. He continued to follow the band on tour, mixing for the shows and partaking in more safe tour bus shenanigans. However, in other aspects, George found himself held back. He couldn’t drum, he couldn’t sleep certain ways, and he had to switch to using his other hand more, which was not as easy as he had hoped. It brought him down emotionally, putting him in a stupor that you were not quite sure you would be able to fix. You tried everything - making him ice cream, watching his favorite shows with him, hugging him extra. Nothing worked. Eventually, you decided that there was only one thing you had not resorted to yet to try and cheer him up: sex.

You had to act methodically to get George to sleep with you. Since his injury, he did not exactly have much of a drive to do anything, let alone have sex. If you were going to get him in bed, you needed to really entice him well.

The night about a week and a half out from his injury, George sat on the couch at his home rather sad. It was the first night he was not with the band, and it was really bringing him down. Slouched, he watched TV in a haze. All the while, you sat in your bedroom and plotted. You curled your hair, giving it a bit of bounce that George had mentioned in the past he enjoyed. You also switched into a fancy piece of lingerie, something you had bought once for George yet never gotten the chance to put on. It is black and lacy, covering only your breasts with thick fabric before fading into thin, see-through fabric elsewhere. That, and a pair of matching black lace underwear, made you look irresistible. A little of your vanilla lip gloss that he loved, and you were sneaking your way into the living room.

George was oblivious. He did not remotely realize you were around, so much so that when you walked in and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, he jumped. Turning to look at you, he nearly cussed. All that came out was a mangled attempt at words though, for your appearance quickly rendered him speechless. You smirked and kissed the side of his head.

“You were looking a little lonely over here,” you purred, pausing to nibble at his ear. “I thought you might like a little distraction.”

“Mmm.”

Running your hand down his chest, you heard George sigh, a big sigh that made him visibly appear more relaxed. He tilted his head back, allowing you to nibble up and down his neck, pressing kisses where you knew he loved them most. A loan moan escaped his lips, and after your mouth left a beautiful mark just below his ear, you had done enough to get him interested. Standing up, George walked around the couch and, after taking a moment to take in your appearance, motioned for you to follow him into the bedroom with his finger. Smirking, you followed him obediently. He waited for you to sit on the bed. When you did, you sat properly, innocently, playing with his patience and restraint. He shook his head.

“You’re naughty, you know that?”

“I’m only trying to cheer you up,” you replied, a twinkle in your eye. “I have no idea what you mean by me being naughty.”

“Oh,” George murmured, stepping close enough to ball up some of your top’s fabric in his hand, “so this was by coincidence?”

“Perhaps.”

“How come I don’t see you wearing it often, then?”

You grinned, tutting at George. “So many questions. Are you going to go back out and sit in front of the telly, or are you going to do something about me?”

George’s hand firmly grabbed your arm, pushing your back down on the bed. You giggled as he knelt on other side of you. You had done it, that was for sure.

“You’re going to regret being such a little minx tonight.”

“Am I, George?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Leaning down, George went for a kiss. It was passionate - one of those kisses that leaves you lightheaded and your lips a bit sore. You leaned your hips up off of the bed to get some friction from George, eliciting a low growl from his throat. He pushed back down against you, but then grumbled and pulled his lips away from you. You frowned, seeing his passion disappear as fast as it came.

“This sucks.”

“What, love? I thought we were having fun.”

George’s face softened, but you could see him remain frustrated. “I can’t…I want to er…I want to hold you down.”

“So…hold me?”

“I’ve got only one arm love,” he explained, gazing to his other one still in a sling. “I can’t hold you like I want to because if I did, I wouldn’t be able to prop myself up off of you. You’d suffocate.”

“Kinky.”

“{Y/N}, this is serious.”

“It’s okay,” you replied, pulling him back down for a kiss. “We’ll figure this out. Let’s…ooo! Let’s find a different position to try out. Something where you aren’t so forced into control, but still have the freedom to do as you want.”

Pushing George off of you, you trotted over to your bedside table and pulled out a book. George watched in amusement as you flipped through it in search of different positions to try, nearly laughing as you scanned past images that made your eyes widen. Eventually, you stopped and smirked, satisfied with your findings. You pushed the book back into its place in the table-side drawer and walked to stand right before George. A finger of yours went to stop his pout, poking his cheek to make him laugh. When he finally broke into a chuckle, you placed your hands on his hips and kissed along his chest and arms. Those chuckles soon turned to light hums and noises that brought a smile to your face.

“Lay down, babe.”

George listened. Up him you crawled, pressing kisses all over his body as you straddled his waist. George’s unhurt hand reached to grab your waist, holding you close to him so that he could not only grind against you, but take charge like he enjoyed. You smiled against his skin, meeting his movements and peppering kisses all over. One benefit of George’s condition was his distaste to wear shirts. They were too much work to put on with his injury, which made him only agree to wear them when he needed to be outside the house. At home, he went shirtless. It made your time with him smoother for sure. You sucked on his nipple and ran your tongue along it, earning a whimper. You really were glad you had easy access.

It did not take long for you to feel George’s arousal against you. He was needy, and you knew he had a lot of pent up frustration after all that had occurred. Feeling you up against him, and knowing he would have a chance to release a lot of that frustration and stress, made it fairly easy to become aroused. You hardly minded. You loved seeing George needy like this. It made him more fun to be with. His hand gripped your waist hard, a groan escaping his lips. You hummed, running a finger down his chest.

“Is someone eager?”

“Love, please.”

Smirking, you reached to pet up and down his thigh. George grumbled in response. “You want to fuck me, George?”

“Love-”

“Say it.”

“Fine…I want to fuck you, {Y/N}.”

You smiled. “Good.”

Getting up once more, you moved your way to the end of the bed and pulled down George’s trousers. They came off easier than you thought they would, pleasing both you and George, who really did not want to struggle more because of his lack of arm. You kissed his thigh. Then, you grabbed his boxer briefs and slid them down. With them off, you could get to work.

Before you went to climb back onto him, you decided to give George a bit of fun. Bending down, you kissed up his thighs until you could kneel between his legs and have him to himself. You brought your hand to hold George’s base, and pressed a kiss to his tip. You swore his eyes rolled into his head before they fluttered shut, a low moan filling the room. Smiling, you took in just his tip, licking just below the head to drive him wild. He shifts in his spot, but you can tell his arm is making it hard for him to move how he likes. Not wishing to drive him too insane, you gave it a few strokes and then got on the side of him.

“Alright, now listen carefully to what I tell you to do,” you told him, rubbing his knee. “Fold your leg up so that your knee’s in the air and your foot is on the ground.”

“Should I put right hand blue, too?”

You smacked his thigh, causing him to laugh. “You’re an ass.”

“What do I do next?”

“Well,” you said, placing your hand on his knee, “I suppose you just…go along for the ride.”

Getting up, you moved so that you were straddling his leg, facing his knee. George hummed as you lowered down and guided him into you. Full of him, you too let out a moan. He filled you nicely, and the position did wonders for you. Moving up and down, it revealed another secret: each movement worked at your clit. George’s hand gripped you tightly as you moved up and down, pressing bruises into your body and grunting as he thrusted up to meet you. His arm was all but forgotten in that moment.

Placing your hand on his chest, you turned as he thrust into you to view him in the moment. His head was thrown back, blissed out yet scrunched up in concentration. After a moment, you watched his eyes open to look at you. You could not miss the extra oomf he gave into his thrusts after looking into your eyes.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.”

You smiled, leaning to press a kiss to his knee. “Feeling good, b-babe?”

“So fucking good.”

“Mmm.”

You continued to move up and down and grind down on George, bringing grunts and moans from him and from you when he decided to meet them. Minutes passed, and then you felt a familiar heat building in your stomach. It’s almost too much, and you can feel George also losing a bit of his concentration with louder grunts emitting from him. Turning back again, you see him looking positively wrecked.

“You gonna’ cum, George?”

“F-Fuck, yeah.”

You grinned. “Cum for me, George. C’mon, babe.”

George met your challenge. Grunting, he tried his best to speed up. His thrusts dug harder into you, and he spoke a slew of encouragements to you to try and urge you further. You needed little help though, with your clit being stimulated with each thrust. In only a minute, you were gasping and whining above him. A little more encouragement from George, and suddenly you snapped. George only needed to hear his name from your lips to lose it as well, whimpering your name through grunts. As you stilled, he brought you off of him and into the crook of his unhurt shoulder. You rubbed his chest with a sigh.

“Told you we could have a little fun.”

Smiling, George pressed a kiss to your head. “Leave it to you to cheer me up.”

“You look like one side of you was absolutely ravished, you know.”

“Hmm?”

“Your neck,” you said with a giggle. “I um…I left some marks on the side you weren’t hurt on. It looks a little silly.”

Rolling his eyes, George nudged you closer to him with his hand. “Yeah well, they were worth it. Thank you.”

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4.03 to kill some time

I’m so stressed *no surprise* and I’m very much over this semester even though there’s 6 more weeks lol but I’m going to do what I do best before I go to my last class: avoid my problems and responsibilities & watch call the midwife  (4.03 won the episode roulette) and post my trash commentary™..

How many series has Fred been in charge of these volunteer whatever’s and I still don’t know the proper name/title??

LOL @ the shrieks but I feel, rats are nasty af. There’s so many in the train stations in nyc it’s gross

Phyllis !! back when I didn’t really like her omg I was a fool

Sister MJ so pure lol, she doesn’t wanna poison the rats

fuck that tho kill em all

Here comes Trixie 😍 my bby & her fabulous pyjamas. I want them 😭

Ivy from downton abbey out here, I forgot she was Mrs Amos

Imagine if someone actually relevant from downton guest starred on ctm? That’d be lit

Hey Pats

“Baby at the surgery?” LOL Phyllis was such a bitch to my bby Shelagh in the beginning tbh 😂😂 it’s fine all is forgiven, i love her now. BESIDES THEY HUGGED & SHELAGH CALLED HER A FRIEND & IT WAS SO SWEET

Angela is so precious w/ her ears that stick out lol

Dysentery yikes

Phyllis gets shit done though. I love it

Noted: Patsy says “garage” funny & Patrick says “recourses” funny. Idk if it’s just the accent and I’m a childish American or if they just say it weird?? prob the former

I hate watching this online because there are no subtitles 😭😭

like I know this random bitch in the clinic just said something rude about the Irish family but it’s not clear !

my bby shelagh so precious even explaining how to properly wash your hands

but I hope they burned that blue dress though. She’s too pretty to wear ugly clothes !! 😭😍

Shelagh’s so nice & patient 😂like if I was her I would’ve told Phyllis to keep it pushing and that I got it covered

Helen George slays every hair style, I freaking wish

Oh shit I forgot Tom & Trixie were engaged here haha

I’m slightly uncomfortable 😂

I forgot about this storyline, I feel so sad for the Mcavoys

Patsy’s outfit 😍 I love it

sister MJ out here trying to capture the rats to set them free 😂

I still don’t really get what the Rose Queen thing is/how it works

this poor Irish family can’t catch a break

Oh shit wait this is when Tony gets set up right, well it seemed like a set up.

damn though Tony was really about to get it with this guy in a public bathroom?? hm  never mind

But it was so suspicious that the guy didn’t immediately break away & then didn’t even say anything, just blew that damn whistle?? no coñfio

I swear it was a set up but anyways

I knew you could be arrested for being gay at the time in the uk but it’s still wild to me when I watched this episode. Like how fucked up? To be deemed a criminal for wanting to be with someone of the same sex. I’m pretty sure it’s still like that in some countries too. Insane

But still fucked up of Tony, like you’re married. Can’t defend cheating

See Trixie agrees, we don’t like cheaters

“No dark secrets girls, not if you value your life”

Marie’s dad said “garage” the same way, maybe it’s the accent

Aw my bbys are back on screen

“Surely with nurse crane on the warpath, dysentery doesn’t stand a chance”  hell yea, Phyllis👏🏼can👏🏼take👏🏼on👏🏼 anything

But I’m glad Shelagh solves the mystery because it was rather dull when she wasn’t doing much & she’s too good for that!

“I thought I might assist you in a manner of a Dr Watson” SHE’S SO CUTE 💖

yea okay lady you tell yourself it’s a decent street bc there’s no Irish

prejudice boils my blood

“..I’m always very careful, especially with an accent” lol um you all have accents ???

I forgot for a second that they prob don’t consider anyone to have accents because they live there lol, same way I swear I don’t have an accent until someone that’s not from nyc calls it out😭 But Shelagh’s accent is obviously different too ?? Besides I think the Irish family is easier to understand than some of the local people ?? Hmm. I’m not even going to bother figuring it out, whatever. The woman lied and you’re still perfect Shelagh

But I approve of the navy blue suit. Her lighter blue dress wasn’t a look  

Babs was kind of irrelevant here tbh lol

Tom whispering “I’m in love with you” to Trixie like same, who isn’t. Beatrix is a dream

“Who knows what undesirable will be purged next?”  *clenches fist* aghh, I wish it was the nasty stale cheeto running my country

Lol omg Fred’s small glasses

Aw sister Julienne, she hasn’t been in this episode much 😭

Jenny Agutter is so great and I’m still not over the fact that she loves rap & especially Eminem. Like I need a video of her singing “shake that ass for me”😂😂 I’d die.

poor Mr Amos 💔

More dinner table scenes in series 7, I love when the majority of the cast is together

Omg how awful/ sacrilegious of me is it to ask that someone make an edit of the the last supper with the Call the midwife cast 😭😭

Eh I’ve said/done worse, god forgive me lol *does the cross, en el nombre del padre, y del hijo y espiritu santo*

Agreed Babs, Mr Amos is so good looking 😭😉

“Don’t make that your criteria for men. My mother always said find a plain man, he’ll be eternally grateful and never stray” LMAOO PHYLLIS I LOVE YOU

my mother tells me “find a rich man because you’re high maintenance and can’t afford it” 😂😂 .. still working on that

“I always thought the essence of crime is that some harm is done to someone” right SIster MJ!?😭

Okay sister W, the Bible says it’s a sin but the Bible condemns a lot of things.  Like the doesn’t the Bible even say don’t mix clothing fabrics lol

“Well quite frankly, I thought we fought a war of fascism. And that’s exactly what this is, telling people who they can and can not love”  yes Trixie👏🏼 that’s my bby

Patsy sitting there so uncomfortable aww

I don’t think the show has touched on homosexuality since this episode?? are we thinking someone else with find out about Patsy and Delia in series 7??  so curious

Netflix cut this Turner scene, just like they cut most of their cute scenes like how dare they

“Patrick, you’ll think me naive..” she’s so innocent

“I supposed it’s how we made things..There isn’t much room for a different way”

SHELAGH’S REACTION WHEN PATRICK SAYS KINSYS REPORT STATES A “GOOD DEAL OF MEN HAVE HAD HOMOSEXUAL THOUGHTS” KILLS ME EVERY.TIME😂😂

Once again Laura Main proving she’s the queen of facial expressions

“We should live and let live” Patrick’s not here to judge & I’m glad

Do judges or whatever they’re called in the U.K. still wear those wigs?

Oh shit he was a constable I didn’t remember that

Trixie and Phyllis is the dynamic I am here™ for

right after Trixie & Shelagh but I’ll leave that be for now, you know my feelings

3 series of Phyllis’s barley sugar mentions & I still don’t know what the hell they are

And considering my phone is on me just about all the time you’d think I would’ve googled it by now ??

Poor Patrick trying to speak and being shut up

I don’t like his hair gelled down though. But he’s stopped that thankfully

remembering people really think you can “cure homosexuality” again, wild

omg ew what kind of bug was that *cringes*

Lol that baby does not look like a new born

they’re giving Tony estrogen wtf

Phyllis is right yikes that hostile belongs in the past

How is Patrick comfortable eating in there

Phyllis has been scolding Patrick on his eating habits since 1960😂

Phyllis and Trixie sharing a room and both have towels wrapped around their heads 😂😭 I love it

Omg Trixie is helping Phyllis with her Spanish I forgot

“I have a great desire to go to Spain one day..” LET PHYLLIS GO TO SPAIN 2k18/1963 !!

Phyllis calling out Trixie’s drinking..

She notices everything

Trixie taking the new rose queens glasses off lol, just like she lowkey wanted Shelagh to take her glasses off during the wedding

Who does this lady think she is banishing people from the community centre??

“Small mindedness has no place here” yes Pats

Ok Fred’s group is called the CDC, but what does that stand for

“A man can be too clean” wait why does she think there’s a correlation between cleanliness and being gay??

Poor Mrs Amos 😭 I feel bad for them both though

“Am I the only one who doesn’t despise them?” Aww Patsy

“Of course not, I just don’t think it’s our battle to fight” .. “who will then?” !!!!!! Thisssss. Still relevant today. Can’t stay silent

Trixie in another pair of fabulous pyjamas. I want them!

Ok but for real when is Trixie going to find out about Patsy and Delia ??

Sister J is so cute lol & her suggesting Phyllis to go with Patrick like hell yes

Another duo I’m here for 😂

I need Phyllis in my life, she’d set me straight and would give advice when I need it

Honestly I need her voice on a recording to play back whenever I make bad decisions 😂😂

Oh shit they graffitied The Amos’ door

Mr Amos is trying to take his life while his wife is bringing another life into the world ..

aw I’m tearing. Marie’s dad stopping Tony & telling him he has a daughter

“Best advice I ever received. When in the path of an unstoppable force it’s always best to surrender” PHYLLIS FU*KING CRANE LADIES & GENTLEMEN, A HERO AND ACTUAL GEM

And my bby Shelagh solving the mystery of the dysentery outbreak! She’s Also a gem 💕

“Elementary” “My dear Watson”😭😭😍❤️ bbys!

Patrick and Phyllis celebrating their victory omg so golden

“..And if anyone doesn’t like it then they can go home and stew in their own mean spiritedness..” yes Trixie that’s my bby!

Cue Vanessa “..We can protect all that we have”

Sister MJ yelling at the little boys aww 😭😂 “we are all gods creatures” ..“some are easier to love than others” ..“it’s the others that need us most!”

I just need Sister MJ protected at every cost, please!!

“But that place which we call home must be the place in which we are ourselves with no facade, no foundations weak, below us. Only then can we face outwards with our heads held high, claim the roles assigned to us, with open, honest hearts.. ”

Maybe I should google the rose queen too, is this a real thing?

Patsy holding Tony’s hand 😭

Everyone ended up clapping ugh my heart 😢

why does ctm always make me so emotional ? literally gold in television form. & it has ruined tv for me because there will never be a show greater than this

I want to watch another episode, but I have class in 10 mins ughh. ok bye guys. I dont have time to check my spelling and shit so bear with me and excuse it all 

#my commentaries™ #call the midwife #gets me through #everytime #you tired of me yet #??

[ieatpenniesformythoughts]

10/10/19

Today Facebook decided to so kindly remind me that it would have been my 4 year wedding anniversary with Nicole. I'm not really okay at all. I keep thinking about that day and just so many emotions keep flooding in, mostly sadness and anger. I really want to destroy something. I want to chuck everything on my desk out a fucking window and then jump out after it. I want to get black out drunk. I want write her a msg and scream at her for all the damage she has caused to me.

My wedding day was a fucking joke. It was pretty much ruined before it even had a chance to start. Two days before we went down to st george I had a massive anxiety melt down because our car broke down and we had to figure out a rental. Nicole threatened to walk out on me and in response I locked myself in our bathroom and tried to cut myself. She was more concerned about scars showing up in pictures then the fact that I was so anxious and depressed that I was harming myself in a way that wasnt even patternistic for my regular depression. She didnt leave though and we still went on with our plans. We showed up to st George the night before and the moment we arrive Lori is being a fucking child. We didnt show up early enough for her liking. She needed our help picking out on of the dresses she already had but she ended up gaining a bunch of weight in the last couple of months. She had only one dress that fit and it was a wiggle dress with a skull pattern. I thought it was cute but she threw a huge fit about it because she thought she would be able to fit in something nicer and was extremely concerned about my mother judging her. She was bitching all night about the fact that she kept waiting to buy a hotel room, hoping for a deal, and she waited so long she had to book rooms right after the prices got hiked up. I go to bed extremely anxious and already hopeless.

The next day we drive the 2 hours into vegas. We take mine and Nicole's rental and darren takes his bike. I'm driving of course because it has to be either nicole or I which means the responsibility falls on me. We decide to just get the marriage certification done and over with first thing. The courthouse is obviously unfamiliar to me and not the easiest thing to find let alone find parking as well. Nicole keeps getting pissed at me for suggesting we park farther away at a more convenient location off the street and just walk over there. I finally find a close parking spot but in my frustration I end up scraping the side of the car on a high curb and it leaves a definite large scratch. Cue the berating for the bill we would receive for repairs. After we get the license we check into the hotel. I get up to our room and smoke some of the green I snuck in. I start to get ready and I'm the first one to be ready for the wedding. By this time most of my family show up. My own mother is stressed to hell so I go to her room and do hers, Sam's, and Andy's hair. I get andy done first and he takes nicole, my dad, my brother, and my sisters boyfriend at the time to go get drinks at the bar. I help alex get checked into his room and then have to deal with Nicole's mother bitching to me about my own family. I do my best to ignore it while I'm checking on the limo, the venue, the dinner reservations, etc etc.

Andy and crew come back to mine and Nicole's hotel room. I'm then taking pictures. Giving people details. Making sure we have everyone and that I'm keeping track of them all. Limo arrives and we go to the venue. I'm checking us in and getting everything ready while everyone waits. Finally nicole and I get pulled away and our guests are taken to their seats. My parents are still in the stage of not getting along in the slightest so they take both sides which pisses off Nicole's mom. The ceremony happens but of course the live stream I paid extra for didnt work so no one back home got to watch it. Never got a refund for it. We go to dinner at an italian restaurant nicole and I had really enjoyed the last time we went to vegas. Unfortunately I assumed they would split the bill but they refuse to do so. I suggest finding somewhere else or putting it all on my credit card. Nobody listens to me and the start of the arguments happen. Andy wants to order a well balanced meal but darren is refuses to eat anything green. Sam's boyfriend has a tomato allergy which we were never informed of so he straight up makes a point to say he isnt going to eat or pay for anything. This pisses off my dad enough to instigate a fight with him. Darren and lori end up moving to the other side of the table to get away from Andy. They're not willing to pay for anything either. Finally my dad and andy decide to split the bill between them. 2 hours go by and the whole time I just want to go back to my hotel room and cry my eyes out. Dinner was delicious but I couldn't enjoy it in the slightest. My poor mother is making her best efforts to keep me happy and I'm pretending that I dont want to die inside. We make plans after dinner to go to Fremont street and drink with my dad, ben, lori, and darren.

Nicole and I go get changed at our room and I smoke a bowl before we head out again. Nicole's parents ended up falling asleep in their room and lori was pissed at us later because we didnt come get them. We got out onto fremont street and my dad and brother get pretty shit faced. Couple hours they're drunk enough to bail on us and go to a strip club. To Nicole's credit she did make love to me that night. I remember wanting it and wanting her at the time but looking back I dont think I was really that into it. It felt more like I was happy about it because she did that one thing for me when she didnt have to because a lot of people said that I shouldnt plan on getting laid on my wedding night. Even just comparing that to the way I truly just want driver to touch me so intensely, it pales in comparison. Thinking back on it, I don't think I was ever the mewling slut with nicole that i am with driver. Yeah of course i would want it but i stopped getting excited. It felt more like something I was doing in desperation to be closer to her. I think the only time I was anything close to how I am with driver is when we were still living in my apartment. I learned to stop asking for it because that would only make it less likely to happen. I was totally fine with not getting enough orgasms to be fully satisfied which I still am but with her came extra shame of being too much work for somebody to even attempt. Which is definitely why we came to the agreement to even be poly. She would shame me about enjoying it too much because I'd squirt and she couldn't stand any of the mess it made. Was particularly mean when I couldn't warn her that it was going to happen. She started refusing to fuck me in the bed very early into our relationship and only wanted to fuck me in the shower. Driver is the first person I've had a healthy sexual relationship with and I got so lucky that he's so good at it at the same time. I feel so fucking bad all of the time for getting so excited about wanting him to make love to me. I feel like I ask too much and I'm just like waiting for him to get sick of it. For him to get sick of touching me or get mad at me for even asking or trying it initiating or anything. I still try to do those things though. Drivers told me that those things dont bother him but I'm still scared and I still dont trust it in the slightest. Conner did the same thing to me. He made me feel ashamed for making messes. He stopped fucking me and I only ever really fucked him. Made me feel like I was too much work so it wasnt worth trying. Honestly conner and nicole are pretty similar in a lot of ways. Both of them got physically abusive with me. Both of them raped me. Both of them manipulated and controlled me. Both of them let me do everything. Now I'm so worried that it's all me. That I'm the bad one because I had two very similar experiences and I could be the one that's causing these issues. Maybe I'm crazy and it's all an illusion. Maybe I'm the selfish and narcissistic one. Maybe I'm projecting. Maybe I do start fights and I scream at people for no reason and and and and and and and.

But I digress

Nicole and I had like 2 more weeks off to spend together as newly weds. We went to see the book of mormon the next day and would be spending the next 2 days after with her mother in st george. Her mom found out that we had extra time and basically threw a tantrum about us staying at her place longer because we didn't come see her as often as she liked. I had a panic meltdown in our room that night and begged nicole to tell her mother no. I was uncomfortable and unhappy enough as it was. She called me selfish that i wasnt willing to do it. I tried to compromise and give her mom one or two more days but she just kept berating me for having an issue. I just remember sobbing at her moms house on the floor the next day while everyone was gone and nicole was pissed and screaming at me for having another meltdown. That's when she got a call from her cousin in tooele informing her that her paternal grandfather was actively dying. We packed our bags and started driving towards tooele. We got there that night luckily because that was the last night he was coherent enough to interact with anyone. I went home the next day and nicole stayed. I had never met this side of the family before and felt like I was intruding on a very private time. I spent the week by myself and the week after helping with the funeral. I cried myself to sleep by myself those nights.

I know that getting married again won't be like that. I know when I finally get to call myself drivers spouse that it will be a happy day. Even if nothing goes as planned I will still just be so so happy. I dont need all the fancy bells and whistles. Hell I could get married in vegas again. I could get married at the court house. What upset me about marrying nicole was the complete lack of concern about my happiness from multiple people. Nicole started suggesting we have another ceremony at home to make up for it. She really started pushing for it when we moved to tooele but I kept putting it off. I didnt want to go through all that labor again and I wasn't so sure about binding my soul to hers with a hand fasting anymore. I think she only started insisting because she knew on some level that I was super unhappy. I'm so glad I'm not celebrating with her today. I'm so fucking happy I'm away from her. My anxiety keeps thinking that shes the one im waiting for to come home. But no, I'm waiting for the love of my life. I'm waiting for driver to come home and take me into his arms. I'm waiting for the gentle touches, soft kisses, kind words. I dont prefer being alone anymore. Skipping work is not near as enjoyable as it used to be. Being home alone is definitely not my preference any longer. @dsxsquaredx

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So let’s recap the past couple of days because I haven’t for a while I suppose haha.

Had a marathon convo with Nemoss that went from 9am on Monday to 8am on Tuesday rip and because of that I’m currently operating on 1h sleep but I haven’t really felt very tired yet and I think mostly I’m okay, surprisingly.

So this week is the start of like hell study week jam all the notes into your brain type thing but for some reason I don’t feel particularly stressed about it. I have 112 pages of notes to learn so I’m hoping that the stress kicks in soon. I spent most of Monday morning killing time by playing on my phone and pretending to study. I made a study plan and that’s it.

Then at 1pm I got ready for hospy, grabbed a Turkish melt (yom) and found Kate and friends in Dino. They were going to Coog cos it was pretty hot so I waited for them to get ready and walked with them half the way so I could go to hospy. Time to do my SOCA! I was sort of nervous because I it’s a catchup SOCA to make up for the fact that I fucked up the Effective Communications cap so I felt like I had to make it count but didn’t want to be nervous because I felt that would affect my communication with the patient? I like did a quick recap of the history via Google and then met George my assessor. He was super nice and we went to the cardio ward to do it. The first two patients were busy and I almost had to interview a prisoner (which I was not ready to do lol) but luckily the prisoner was asleep. He was with two policemen and I was made really uncomfortable because as a joke when we asked if we could interview him one of the policemen offered to kick him awake and then when he saw our like shocked faces was like “I was joking” quickly and then like laughed but I felt it was awkward because being mean to a sick patient, prisoner or not is kinda rude? Anyway I had the best luck because I ended up interviewing a patient who was a retired nurse so she like knew what I was trying to ask with the history and could fill in gaps when I forgot to ask about things with useful information and she was super friendly so rapport was good. It was probably the most perfect history I’ve ever done, like structure good and everything and it was definitely what I needed to like boost my confidence about the whole situation and remember why I wanna do med and stuff. George was pretty impressed too so I P+-sed my way through the assessment lol. He did say I should’ve been more like relevant with my questions about presenting complaint though, because she was in for breathlessness and I didn’t pick up that that’s a sign of heart failure so didn’t really ask about related symptoms to heart failure. But overall, it was a good history and I was proud of it.

Then I headed up to Edmund Blackett to attend my actual hospital session. We had this nice girl called Emily running the session and she took us to this patient who had serious scoliosis. It was good to practice the hand exam with my newfound confidence and I feel like I really got a lot out of the whole thing. Hei Wai’s history was a bit stilted but it was actually quite good and just the whole thing was good because it’s renewed my confidence for the OSCEs kind of at a good time I feel.

Then I rushed back to college to borrow a charger off Hamish because mine broke and grab Rid’s textbook before tutoring. Tutoring was pretty fun we were doing polynomial division which is fun to like go through the process. Me and Rid both made a stupid mistake with one of the questions and I got so confused lol but overall it was a really good lesson and I really am feeling the bond between myself and all my kids which is just so hard when I think about dropping them next year.

Then on a whim when I got back I thought I’d study on Floor 7 for some company to see if any of my friends were around. It was windy af but stinking hot and Max was holed away in the stuffy stuffy study room but I joined him for like 30min of studs before STUVAC supper! Because it’s official uni study week, Dino feeds us like supper for Mon-Fri this week and J&D do free coffees and honestly it was so lit. Brownies and fresh fruit (for once) and I ripped my undies by deciding I’d drink a large mocha. I knew the coffee would fuck me up but I was just excited about free coffee and toasties and ham and I was talking to Nemo anyway so figured I wouldn’t be like up and insomniac alone. Kate and Vron were there and we actually chilled at supper for a bit because Kate’s finished for the year so she’s so calm and like chill now – like it’s actually a bit freaky how noticeable the difference is when she doesn’t have a single stress cos uni’s over for her. Vron was saying how she needs to sell her clothes cos she’s so poor and I wanted her like nice conservative clothes for hospy so I was like YASSS I’ll come to your room and look.

So we went to hers and I put aside a potential buy pile and she’s gonna bring up more clothes for me to browse next time she comes back from Tamworth. Then we marched up to Kate’s room so I could relieve her of some clothes. I don’t even need more clothes I have plenty I just wanted to cheaply boost my wardrobe and chill with the two of them and procrastinate I reckon. Linley and Hadeel and Nicky G and Claudia joined us in Kate’s room eventually and it was like a whole party!

Eventually we drifted to the commo and I did some actual work but it was getting pretty late by now so I only got through a couple of lectures. Also my computer just blinked out and died and I freaked the fuck out inside a little bit and had to make my notes off Edward Rose’s notes (which I actually think I may prefer doing now anyway lol) but yeah so it took a bit longer. And so I was texting Nemoss about euthanasia ethics because I wanted to show off my tute and I can’t believe he doesn’t like ethics and philosophy cos I feel like we talk that sorta stuff all the time and I was talking just generally to Max and Claudia and Nick and it was such a good time and then we drifted to Claudia’s room and suddenly it was 3am and we were talking some serious shit about annoying people at college (which was really funny because we all agree but can never say) and about how state laws are stupid and some should be federal etc. and then suddenly it was 3:30am and Clauds had fallen asleep with the light on so we thought we should vacate her room and everyone decided to go to bed.

I was still riding my coffee high and had Nemoss so headed back to my floor and omg Riley had vomited all down the corridor. It smelt terrible and he must’ve vomited like 3x down the corridor at least because it reeked and like in a patchy kinda way too. And then I see Riley and I swear I have never seen someone look so fucked in his life he was white as a ghost his eyes were starey and red and he was shirtless holding his shirt in a crumple and there were literally drips of vom dripping off his shirt-ball onto the floor in front of the bathroom. It was disgusting. And he stared at me blankly and then was like ‘Georgia’ and I was like gonna spew from the smell and I was sleep-deprived and like I don’t really like Riley and I was just like rip rip rip I’m gonna bed so I left him to deal with his shit.

His vom was so strong I could smell it from inside my room with the door closed so it was a huge rip. Anyway by then it was getting kinda late to sleep because I had to get up early to meet corky for brekky so I thought I’d just rough it and stay up and like watch my caffeine doses and like crash sometime tomorrow so I was up chilling with Nemoss by phone till 8am when I crashed for an hour.

Corky woke me up by texting me 40min later to see if I was awake to get ready to go to brekky and she’d even researched the bus I had to take and everything I was like wtf. So I dragged myself outta bed and had to shower on the 4th floor because the 5th floor still reeked like shit and I wasn’t entering that bathroom if my life depended on it. 4th floor water pressure is probably the worst in all of college, I discovered, so after an unsatisfactory shower I grabbed my wallet dumped mascara on and dragged myself on a bus to Centennial park.

Queen’s Park Shed was where we ate and it was actually like very small and quaint, not at all what I expected for some reason but it was nice and had just like chill picnic in the park vibes. Corky and I had granola with poached pear and berries and it was like clearly overpriced for $12 for like a bit of muesli, yoghurt and sparse berries but it was healthy, filling and yummy so oh well. I also medicated with a coffee and I reckon that’s why I’ve made it so far tbh. Corky and I had good chats because I haven’t seen her in ages and she was like not as stressed about uni work as usual because she’d purposely like written time off study so we could hang out. It was really really good to catch up and we talked from 10am to 2:30pm in our procrastination type catchup and it was so good we probs would’ve kept talking except I had to get to class by 3 lol.

SG was boring af we watched 2 videos on like bereavement and palliative care. The first was just an explanation of palliative care and the second was following the life of this irish man who had a large stomach sarcoma and was going to die. It was quite emotional but there wasn’t much like discussion on it and as soon as the vids were over we were pretty much allowed to leave. I was so bored and like not coping (but not tired yet, weird) so I let Kuheli like read texts on my phone and it was kind of weird breaching my own privacy like that but at the same time not really caring because I’m just at that stage in my life where I’m really open cos I don’t give like a shit about anything.

After SG we wasted time with Fenton and Nguyen for awhile then Kuheli dragged me to the coffee cart cos she wanted tea. I stayed well away from that coffee cart because I wanted my sleep tonight thank you very much but considering it’s now 1:30am and I haven’t slept it’s all quite moot, isn’t it? And then I bussed off to tutoring with Ella. Kuheli walked me to the busstop which was nice and I almost crashed on the bus but by that time I was dangerously close to my stop so managed to stay awake. Tutoring Ella woke me up too. We made use of the NRICH site link I stole off Wayne when I used to tutor him and we started doing some problem solving. We were only doing extension Year 5 problem solving and she’s year 7 but I felt that like it was easy enough to ease her into the concepts and yet there were still some things which confused her so I think it was a good level to start and maybe we will build on it next time and go a bit up idk. HOWEVER her exams are coming up so I can’t get distracted by my get her to problem solve goals cos she really has to revise all her topics to do well and pass her test like as first priority. Anyway it was nice session and afterwards her Dad dropped me back at Churchies like right near uni so I didn’t have to bus which was so so so fantastic.

I went up to floor 7 because I think whilst I’m studying I should make the most of people being around and soak up some company too and Linley was studying in the study room. I got a decent amount done, but I’ve lost a lotta time due to wasting time on Monday and having breakfast with Courteney like all day today so I’m still behind but not too stressed. Headed down to floor supper and cos I didn’t have lunch or dinner I like went ham and had a double cheese and ham toastie, 2 donuts and fruit and it was honestly so lit. Stayed away from the coffee again though cos I ain’t that mad.

Then back up to the study room and honestly just threw myself into it. Like Max, Claudia and Nicky G were in and out I think but I honestly can’t say what was going on I was so focused. Kate popped in as well and I think her like meeting with Hugh didn’t go great but it was never going to so at least she was a bit prepared? Idk then we moved to the commo again and the chill cycle is repeating again as we speak with the same people. Hamish has lent me his charger again tonight thank god so I have my phone and now that I’ve successfully (and lengthily) recapped the past like idk 48 hours or so, I can head back for some chats before bed. Hopefully I can find the balance between sleep and chills but idk even if I don’t I just don’t wanna rek myself too much. There’s always a bit of coffee tho tomorrow idk.

Off to Woollahra library all day cos I wanna try a change of scene but also wanna get a lot done so should be like nice to go somewhere slightly different to hang for once. Kk that’s all for now, I know this is quite badly written but I don’t have the cognitive function to like fix it up or write it properly or anything on my limited sleep right now, so it will have to do. Till another day J

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