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firebendersimp · 3 years

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baby

summary: maybe bakugou katsuki doesn’t hate all the stupid pet names you call him as much as he says he does and maybe he doesn’t hate you as much as he pretends to.

warnings: female reader, swearing, jealousy, shoto todoroki slander (by bakugou), bakugou being a dumbass, mention of ‘dynam*ght’, aizawa exists.

word count: 2k

a/n: i fully blame @astroninaaa for this, i was just minding my business not simping for someone named dynamight and then she bullied me into watching bnha and now there’s a 2k fic. but go follow her writing blog @patchofsunlight.

There was a reason why Katsuki Bakugou didn’t remember the names of the students in his class and it wasn’t because they were just useless extras like he claimed. He was afraid, afraid of making connections with these people, afraid of having to depend on them. But if his classmates scared him, then he was terrified of you. He had tried to treat you like he treated the rest of them, tried to forget your name like it meant nothing to him but it was like someone had engraved it into the back of his mind. He was always thinking about you, he noticed your absence when you were late. At first he’d assumed it was part of your quirk that you were like Shinsou and you had brainwashed him into having feelings for you- not that he had feelings for you- that was an absurd notion and he was probably just sick or something. Or at least that’s what he told himself and just as he’d managed to convince himself that he had just caught some weird virus, you had looked at him with that stupidly pretty smile and asked, “Is something wrong, Bakugou baby?” And he faltered, it was like his brain just shut down. After that you were relentless, constantly calling him increasingly stupid pet names like, “pretty boy”, “babe”, “my love”, “honey” and then there was your favourite, “baby”.

You slid into the seat next to him, your head resting on his shoulder as you shuffled closer, looking at the notepad in front of him. “Are these your ideas for pro hero names?” He grunted in what you assumed was a yes but it was hard to tell. You leaned closer, pointing out a particular name, sitting up slightly, your lips against his ear and your hand just above his knee, “Just so you know babe, dynamight sounds stupid but you could be dynamine.” You were so close that you could feel the heat radiating off his body as he processed what you had just said. You pulled away before he started screaming, a laugh escaping your lips. You didn’t notice how he didn’t yell or tell you to shut up or how he was looking at you like you were something worth looking at like he was entranced by you. Of course he didn’t say that, just shook his head mumbling something about your terrible sense of humour.

You may not have noticed the difference in him, but Kaminari, Kirishima, Mina, and Sero had taken notice of how he no longer complained about the pet names he claimed to hate, or how his voice softened ever so slightly whenever your name escaped his lips, or the way the corners of his lips curled into an unconscious smile whenever you were in his line of sight. They never comment on it, out of concern that he’d withdraw back into himself if they pointed it out to him and they weren’t entirely sure what was going on with him but it seemed like it was good for him, like you were good for him. But they could see that it was like you were stuck in this weird phase with him where you both had obvious feelings but neither of you wanted to be the one to make the next step and it seemed like nothing was going to happen....unless they took matters into their own hands and so a plan was formed.

As soon as class ended on Friday morning, Mina marched over to your desk with a dangerous look in her eyes as she seized your hands with her own, “Sooooo y/n, what are you doing this weekend?” She was staring at something behind you as she spoke but you decided to ignore it as you told her that you didn’t have any plans. Her eyes lit up and she squeezed your hands, “Can I set you on a blind date? Just say yes and I’ll owe you one.”

“Okay I guess?” She beamed and darted off to chatter excitedly with Kaminari. There was a crashing noise as Bakugou stormed out the classroom, slamming the door behind him and it was only then that you remembered that he sat in the desk behind you, she had been staring at him while she was talking to you.

As the weekend drew closer you were plagued by the same thoughts, swirling through your mind, nerves about this blind date, wondering why Bakugou seemed angrier than usual, and wondering why Mina wanted you to go on this date, did she like Bakugou? Was she trying to get you out of the way? Not that you were in the way, you and Baku were just friends, right? But now you were questioning it, you found yourself wondering if it was normal for the sound of a friend’s voice to constantly linger in the back of your mind or if it was normal to keep catching yourself staring at a ‘friend’.

You got to the café an hour early and as you were waiting for the other person to show up, your mind started to wonder. Maybe- maybe this person you were waiting for, maybe it was Bakugou. Maybe he had the same confusing feelings that you had been experiencing for the past year. As the hour dragged by, you were certain that he was about to step through the door any second now and then the door finally swung open and your heart dropped as you made eye contact with the mismatched eyes staring back at you. Todoroki slowly made his way over to you and you scrambled through your mind for something to say to him, something that wasn’t, “Why are you here?” He slid into the chair opposite you, the chair that had been praying would be occupied by someone else but you offered him a small smile as you attempted to suppress the disappointed feeling in your chest. “Hello Y/n.” He smiled and you felt the guilt creep in, “Hi Todoroki.”

His face scrunched up momentarily before the smile reappeared, “Call me Shouto, please.” His hand reached across the table, his fingers interlocking with yours as he spoke. And the guilty feeling became stronger, guilt from being disappointed after all, there was no denying that Shouto was beautiful with a voice you could listen to for hours and a guilt you couldn’t really name, you just knew that this feeling had Bakugou’s face attached to it.

So wrapped up in whatever Shouto was talking about you didn’t notice the table where Sero, Denki, Kirishima, and Bakugou were sitting just out of sight after being dragged there by Mina who was chattering excitedly about ‘how well it seemed to be going’ to a bored looking Sero. All while Bakugou was quietly seething as he watched that ‘half and half bastard’ holding your hand and leaning in unnecessarily close as he talked to you about something stupid. He didn’t notice how the conversation around him died down as his friends shared a knowing look.

Shouto walked you back to your dorm, his arm occasionally brushing against yours as he told you some story. The date had been perfect, everything went right and Shouto was so nice and sweet but there was nothing there. The only thing this date really achieved was that there was no longer any doubt that you did have feelings for Bakugou and he could never know. It would be disastrous if he ever found out.

He knew. Somehow he either found out or just figured out that you had feelings for him, he must have, why else would he be avoiding you? But you’d been wrong before like when you were certain that he liked you back so maybe there was another way to find out why he was avoiding you. You waited until class was over and everyone had left and then you cornered Kirishima in the empty hallway, asking, “Why is Bakugou avoiding me?”

His eyes widened and he glanced over his shoulder to check no one else was there before he answered, “He’s not avoiding you and even if he was, how should I know?”

“You’re his best friend, you’re the only one he tells anything to.”

He scoffed, “Best friend? I doubt he even knows my name.” But there was something in his eyes, he knew more than he was letting on.

So you tried again, “Does he kn- think that I have feelings for him?”

“You have feelings for-”

“I said ‘does he think I do’, of course I don’t have fucking feelings for him.” You spat, your voice a little harsher than necessary but you reasoned that it didn’t matter. And perhaps you’d be right if Bakugou wasn’t waiting around the corner, listening in on your conversation.

Talking to Kirishima didn’t clear anything up, in fact it might have made things worse, Bakugou had started avoiding you even more, the only time you saw him was during class and then he’d refuse to look at you and just act like he couldn’t hear you if you tried to talk to him. And if that wasn’t bad enough, Aizawa had decided to make him your partner for a very important project, sometimes you wondered if he took some sort of sadistic pleasure out of partnering students that hated each other for important things. Not that you hated Bakugou, but you were pretty sure that he hated you now as you sat with him in his dorm as he stared at everything but you. You stared at your hands as you finally broke the silence, “You know you can’t ignore me forever.” He didn’t say anything but you could feel his eyes burning into you, “Look you can go right back to pretending I don’t exist after this but I’d rather not fail this project just cause you hate me or whatever.”

“Like you want to be doing this with me.” He finally spoke and your eyes darted up to meet his gaze.

“What are you talking about?”

He scoffed, staring back up at the ceiling, “I’m sure you’d rather be doing this with your stupid fucking boyfriend.”

You shifted closer to him and his eyes flickered down to study your face, “Are you talking about Shoto?”

His face contorted in disgust, “You call him by his first name?”

“He asked me to.”

He rolled his eyes, “Fucking bastard gets everything he wants, does he?” His voice was venomous but then his voice dropped to a whisper as he stared at his hands, “You’ve never called me by my first name.”

“I thought you hated me, why do you care?”

He let out a humourless laugh, turning to look at you, “Don’t you get it? I never hated you, I love you. But I know you don’t feel the same way.” You frowned and he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I heard you talking with Kirishima, it’s fine, I get it, I’m kind of a dick all the time.”

You stared at your hands as you shifted closer to him, your shoulder brushing against his, “I was lying to Kirishima when I said that I didn’t have feelings for you. I was afraid he’d tell you. I love you too, even if you are a dumbass.”

He bumped his shoulder against yours, “Don’t call me stupid, stupid.” His hand came up to your face, slowly tilting your chin up, his eyes searching yours as if he was scared that you would take it all back at any second but he was taking too long so you leaned closer, pressing your lips against his.

He pulled away, an unconscious smile slowly creeping across his face, “Say it again. Tell me you love me again.”

“I love you Bakugou Katsuki and I’ll say it as many times as you need me to.” The smile on his face widened and his arms slipped around your body, tugging you closer to him.

He watched you smiling while you talked to him with his face cupped in your hands and he finally felt like he must be doing something right if he’d managed to make someone as wonderful as you fall in love with him.

tagging: @loversamongus

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youremylodestar · 3 years

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Things you DON’T have to do at college to have a good time

A comprehensive list for incoming freshman, as well as upper classmen who have yet to properly adjust to college life because pandemic.

You don’t have to:

Drink a lot. Honestly I’ve seen more people have shitty nights rather than fun nights when they overdo it with cheap alcohol. Have one or two (or none), find where you’re comfortable, and just vibe. You don’t have to keep up with your friends, you’ll have more fun if you’re at your comfort level.

Party like it’s the end of the world every weekend. There are only so many different ways to conduct a dorm party guys, and it gets really old really fast. You don’t need to have plans every weekend. If you wanna stay in, stay in. If you wanna have a simple movie night with a friend, do it. You’re going to meet people who need to get drunk every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night to have fun. If that’s not who you are now, chances are you’re not going to be able to force yourself to like it in the future. Don’t let people convince you that their brand of fun is the only brand of fun.

Have a large group of friends. Friend groups are honestly overrated, and very high school. They pick and choose favorites, leave people out of plans, and don’t even get me started on big group living situations. Truly it is better to have different friends for different purposes. Your friends from class aren’t necessarily going to be your favorite people to go out with, and your party friends aren’t necessarily going to be good roommates. You need people that you can study with, people you can have fun with, and people you can have casual hang outs with. You might have a friend that fits into all of these categories and that’s awesome! But you’re not going to find ten people that you mesh with in every situation. Also, tying yourself down to one group of friends is the biggest mistake people make in college. If you’re part of a clique in college, you’re doing college wrong. You’re there to meet new people, not clones of your high school friends. Branch out!!

Do honors. Truly it’s not necessary. I was an honors student in high school, but once you get to college you’re kind of like “wait why the fuck am I still doing this”. In truth, when you’re entering the workforce no hiring manager is going to care if you took five honors classes, did an honors thesis, and volunteered at an old folks home (unless that’s literally your job). What you really want to show employers is that you have real world work experience. I’m a nursing major and I have worked in a nursing home for two years. I have had no problems finding employers looking to hire me (also bonus, the more experience you have, the more they’ll pay you, so start sooner rather than later). I’m not saying don’t focus on school, or slack off and hang at a 3.0 GPA if you’re usually an A student. I’m just saying you don’t have to jump through a million academic hoops to make yourself desirable. In high school you were building a resume to prove to colleges that you could do school super well. Now you’re building a resume to show employers that you can do your job really well. Remember that!!

Be best friends with your professors. The most popular advice I’ve seen people give is that you should introduce yourself to your professor on the first day, build a relationship, and then you’ll get good grades. To me that just seems so unnecessary and exhausting, and especially useless if you go to a large university. Don’t force relationships with these people who teach hundreds of new students literally every four months. Reach out to them if you’re having trouble in the class, and participate in class discussions. That is literally all it will take for them to remember you. I had a professor who wrote me a scholarship recommendation, and I’d spoken to her only through email up until that point, and she was so kind!! If you have to be best friends with your professor for them to be nice and understanding, then they’re bad professors and you’re wasting your time. Also, we’re in a pandemic, your professors won’t remember your face with the mask, and won’t want to get COVID just so you can say hi.

Joining or associating with Greek life. I know people have different opinions about Greek life, but from what I’ve heard from friends is that that shit is as toxic as it gets. There is nothing worse than paying to go to school, paying to live on campus, and paying EVEN MORE to have friends who impose rules over you when you’re just starting to learn to be independent. And even if you do end up joining Greek life and making good friends, it is sooooo easy to get blacklisted and lose literally everything. They’re your family until you make a mistake and get booted, and that shit is final. Also, you don’t have to go to frat parties and get drunk in a basement full of drunk strangers. If you’re like me you’ll have more fun going to smaller parties with people you know.

Change yourself in any way. I went to college with this idea that I would completely reinvent myself to be more fun, outgoing, and all around amazing. It did not go that way. You are going away to school to learn and to grow as a person, not become somebody else. Step out of your comfort zone, but don’t do things that make you really uncomfortable. Branch out, but don’t step so far away from yourself that you forget who you are. You may be young still, but you’ve also been you for a long time. Don’t let people tell you that you don’t know yourself yet, because you know yourself better than anyone in this world. Remember that this process isn’t about making a leap between one version of you and another, it’s about carefully building a bridge between who you are now, and who you would like to be in the future. Don’t rush things, and if you get to the end of that bridge and realize that that new you waiting for you isn’t quite what you expected, then you probably did everything right.

#college #life advice #college life #honestly this is just me talking to my past self #it all really boils down to don’t be someone you’re not #also if life sucks get a therapist #guaranteed friend who has to listen to your problems

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croneskull · 3 years

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Welp I’m awake so I’ll just post about what’s going on in my life

1. I’ve been sick for almost 2 full months. Misdiagnosed with bronchitis. Went to my primary care physician today and they said it might be a nasal infection which is just drowning my lungs in mucus. So that’s cool. Hopefully this round of steroids fixes me up. I also had a blood test done and they are going to see if I have any immune disorders. I’ve had a few abscesses over the last few years and am pretty constantly sick with colds. Hopefully they find some answers and I can be healthy. It’s been bumming me out so much because I’ve had to cancel so many band practices and taken so many days off work and it makes me feel useless in terms being able to complete daily tasks. I just want to feel normal.

2. I moved in with my girlfriend at the beginning of this month. Our apartment is AMAZING. Its the first floor of a two flat. It’s like 1,500 sft. Has a sunroom and a front porch. Two bedrooms (one is being used as an office). A Basement for storage that also has free washer and dryer for our use only. The kitchen has a pantry and tons of cabinets and counter space and a dishwasherrrrr. Two included parking spaces off street. The neighborhood is the one I grew up in and it’s sooooo peaceful. I live literally a 2 minute drive from my parents. It’s been so fun putting our place together. She officially moves in on the 20th and will be bringing her furniture then but I brought enough of my own stuff to make this place fully functional. I just can’t wait to mix our stuff together. We’ve also been buying new furniture. I’m so excited to have this place become our home.

3. We got a betta fish this weekend. His name is Zuko and he is so cute and beautiful! I never had any fish growing up (barely any pets at all) and I never thought I could bond with a fish but he just has so much personality. I love himbbbbbb.

4. We got a bookcase delivered this weekend and we just finished putting our books together. It’s so cool having a fully filled bookcase and I just love mixing our stuff in together.

5. I got a graphic design gig doing branding for a friends trucking company. $20 an hour. I spent 4 hours today working on logo designs and doing some mood boarding and image research. It’s going to be pretty dope having my designs printed on the side of big semi trucks.

6. An album I recorded with a friend back in 2016 is getting a vinyl release sometime in May. I redesigned the cover art and sleeve layout. Excited to have another vinyl release under my belt.

7. I’m excited about the prospect of everyone getting vaccinated by late spring/early summer and being able to have people over to our new place. Getting the vinyl club back together is a priority. I can’t believe we haven’t gathered in over a year now. We had consistently had meetings once a month for like 3 years. A handful of my friends in the club have already gotten fully vaccinated because they are teachers. I can’t wait to get my shots. My parents are fully dosed too. It just gives me so much hope and relief that things are going to go back to some kind of normal.

8. Almost forgot! I finallllly have a haircut appointment for this thursdayyyy. Can’t wait to feel halfway attractive.

#personal

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edgewoodrp · 4 years

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Congratulations and welcome back, Zoey! You have been accepted as your desired character, Bridgette Kingsley. Please be sure to complete the steps listed on the New Member checklist and send in your account within the next 24 hours.

Welcome to Edgewood. There’s no place like home.

OOC INFORMATION

Name (or alias): Zoey

Age: 23

Pronouns: She/her

Timezone: EST

CANON CHARACTER APPLICATION

Character: Bridgette Kingsley

Gender & Pronouns: n/a

Sexual Orientation: n/a

WRITING SAMPLE

TW: Drugs

Bridgette tapped her foot on the ground as she stared into the mirror. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she gazed into her own chocolate brown eyes. There she was yet again, in the bathroom of some grimy club peering into her distorted reflection. Another night wasted. Wasted in a sense that she wouldn’t be sober until sunrise and wasted in a sense that she’d never get this time back. It didn’t matter though. Anything for the high, right? Anything for the exhilerating feeling of magic flowing through her veins, right? Anything to get the giant weight of anger, disappointment, and the crushing feeling of being unremarkable and dull off her chest, right?

You weren’t always like this, she reminded herself. This wasn’t her fault. It was their fault. They were the reason why she did this to herself night after night after night after—

Bridgette screamed when she found out what the Council would do to her and how she’d be punished for the forseeable future. It wasn’t a pretty scream. It wasn’t like how girls screamed in horror films or rom coms. It was gutteral, feral, and furious. It made you wonder if she was a werewolf instead of a witch.

“What the fuck?” At first she felt confused. She didn’t do anything wrong. Not exactly. “What the fuck?!” Bridgette spat the words. “How dare they! How fucking dare they! They’re going to fucking condemn me to a life of being a useless, pathetic, mundane human being!” She didn’t think all humans were useless or pathetic, but in that moment, she’d rather die than become disconnected from magic, something that made her her.

“Who the fuck do they think they are, trying to control me?” She wasn’t sure who she was shouting out. She wasn’t sure why she was throwing glasses. It was like her body was operating on autopilot. Bridgette was already in so much trouble that it didn’t matter if she threw a few glasses and overturned a table. It didn’t matter if she threw a chair against the wall. She slammed her fists against the door over and over again as she screamed in outrage. She threw a tantrum as if she were a child, except that she never threw temper tantrums as a kid. She always got what she wanted and this was the one time she couldn’t charm her way out of it.

When they bound her powers, Bridgette never told anyone, but she felt like a cord was being cut. She felt a hollowness and an emptyness that was far worse than any heartbreak she’d ever experienced. Despite the weird weightlessness she was experiencing, there was a great and terrible pressure in her chest. A part of her was forcefully removed. They resigned her to living trapped inside Edgewood, forced to study at UW Edgewood. She was no longer allowed to live the life she wanted, the life she planned. She would never admit to anyone that she cried that night.

She barely even recognized herself when she looked in the mirror. She wasn’t the same girl for what seemed like ages, but then Pixie Dust was Bridgette’s saving grace or so it seemed. She was so desperate, it didn’t matter the cost. It was the very reason why she was in another bathroom in the back of another seedy club on another night before she’d have to go to work again the next day. Ever since she lost her powers, she was chasing a feeling. She could be in her own little world, remembering what it was like when she was young and things were easier. She owed it all to that little pink drug.

The Council’s punishment was meant to teach her a lesson and force her to think about her actions. She was supposed to change her ways and become a much more respectable witch. Instead, Bridgette would only bide her time, dreaming up scheme after scheme to get back at them. For now, it’d only be a dream.

Bridgette would think of different schemes, trying to find the best punishment to fit the crime. Sometimes, she’d imagine them on fire as terrible as it sounded or tying a rock to their leg and throwing them into the lake. Other days she imagined them as a bunch of bumbling fools who had no memory of who they were, quite possibly a fate worse than death. She wasn’t an inherantly dark or murderous person, but she could never find the right words to say to let the Council know how much she despised them.

Bridgette lifted her head and looked back into the mirror again after taking in the pink, sugary substance. If someone didn’t know better, it looked like candy. She ran her hands down her face, wiped any trace of drug away, and pushed her hair back. She gripped the sides of the counter top and inhaled deeply. She pulled back the corners of her mouth, putting on a big and bright smile. She flashed those perfectly straight white teeth. She frowned and then smiled again. She laughed. She put on a surprised face, opening her mouth up wide. She smiled again.

She turned her head towards the door when there was a knock. “Give me a minute! I’m almost done!” she said, grabbing her lipstick. She ran it over her lips and then fixed her hair so not one strand was out of place. She smiled again in the mirror, as if that would make her happier or make the drugs work faster. Bridgette slung her bag over her shoulder and opened the door, grinning ear to ear as she greeted her friends. Bridgette walked down the hall with her friends, throwing an arm over one of their shoulders and heading for the main room of the club. The lights flashed and the music was blaring. Her heart began pounding in her chest as the drugs started to take their effect on her. Pretty soon, she’d feel a high that she’d never feel with any ordinary drug. This one was pure magic.

“Oh my god, you better not have started without me!” one girl whined. “If you get wasted before us, it’s sooooo not going to be fun.”

“I swear to Goooodddd, if I see Jasper hanging out with Sophia again, I’m just going to fucking scream!” another girl said, staring at her phone. She swiped left and right as she scrolled through the people on Tinder. “She’s just such a fucking bitch. Like, no one’s fucking decked her. Everyone fucking knows she’s a ho.”

“Bridgey, were you able to get those tickets to that concert next week?” another girl asked as she took selfies of the group.

“Yeah, bitch, you know I did!” Bridgette replied. “It’s next Saturday and we got tickets for the pit, so you know what that means!” She smirked and waggled her eyebrows as she shimmied her shoulders. Put on a happy face.

“Ooooh! We should go get some Chinese after this!” another girl said, not realizing the time. Nearly every restaurant would be closed by now.

“Wait, Bridgey, I thought you were going to be the designated driver tonight,” another girl said, pouting her oversized lips.

Bridgette mentally rolled her eyes as the girl called her Bridgey. She didn’t always like these girls, but they knew how to have a good time and it was an excuse to go out and get high instead of being depressed and high in her apartment. Plus, most of them knew some great places to party. They had their perks and for now while she was trapped in this town, she might as well live her best life and stick with the crew she got. It was better to hang out with these clueless hens who barely knew a thing about her than to be with anyone else who truly knew her.

“I know, but I kind of thought I’d be going home with someone else tonight, if you know what I mean,” Bridgette replied. “And besides, I was the designated driver last weekend.” It wasn’t technically a lie. She was supposed to be the designated driver last week, but instead she threw back three shots as soon as they got to the bar before anything else could happen. “Maybe you could do it since you can’t hold your tequila?” She gave her friend a sickeningly sweet smile that was borderline snide. The other girl let out a huff and was about to protest.

“Who wants to do shots of tequila?!” Bridgette half yelled so the rest of the girls could hear her. Her squad all looked at each other and screamed in excitement as they all ran for the bar. She did a round of shots and then leaned her head back as the blood began to pound in her ears. Everything sounded tinny and hollow. As she looked around, the whole world melted like a burning candlestick. It was like the mirror in the bathroom where everything was distorted.

Only this time instead of all the dirt and filth of the glass, Bridgette began to see every color in existence, or so she thought. It was like everything was in a kaleidescope. Different colors and crystals and auras. And, after all the shots she did, time didn’t seem like a real concept anymore. Bridgette was light as a cloud and felt free as a bird. Everything she saw and heard was a burst of highly saturated colors. Everything was bright and airy. It didn’t mattter what she saw, only that feeling that it gave her. Nothing could ever replace real magic, but this came pretty damn close.

She wasn’t sure how long she was out or when and how she got home or if it was even her home. Somehow, Bridgette landed herself of a couch. Whether it was her own or someone else’s, that didn’t matter. A some point in the night, she did another line of Pixie Dust, just to get herself through the night and into the next morning. Sometimes, she’d take some of it during the day to get through her shifts before going right back into it at night. She just needed that high, that spark in her veins, to get through the day. Anything for the familiar sensation of magic in her blood, a reminder of better days and simpler times.

That was all that mattered.

#accepted

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thenewleeland · 6 years

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WARNING: ENORMOUS RANT INCOMING!

This might sound like an overreaction, but it is merely the last straw that breaks the camel's back after six or so years. (The part about mysogony comes later, so feel free to scroll down.)

Okay, Saturday morning is the day all pre-match reports for the amateur soccer matches are published in the newspaper. I usually write them Thursday evening (after calling coaches or other officials) and sent them immediately afterwards so that the office already has them when they start working on Friday.

As a matter of fact, we had a cup match at 9pm earlier this week, which means it is far too late to be published in the next day’s paper. I wrote the report that night. Come the next morning I have three mails asking for the report as if it were the only thing the mattered for the next paper.

So, late day matches aren’t that rare, so this has happened before. If you sent these reports after finishing and editing them, it is usually “late” at night, 11pm of sth like that. Which means if you sent it at that time, they’re automatically - without reading - basically saying that there are lots of mistakes because it is sooooo late and therefore you shouldn’t do that.

But if you don’t do it, be prepared to get asked five times a day by five different persons where the hell your report is if it isn’t in their e-mail-box at 8.30 am....

So, I usually write three pre-match reports: One for the women’s team and two for the two men’s teams of our distribution area (one league below the women’s team).

This morning, I search the newspaper for my pre-match reports (to check if everything is in order and what has been cut/added or what headlines were added. Especially the last one is important, you wouldn’t believe how they can fuck that one up.).

The two men’s are there. The women’s is not.

What is there is an article with five previews for men’s matches two leagues below the women’s team. But that’s not all:

A) The reports are about teams that partly aren’t from our distribution area.

B) One reports is Coach A saying “We want to win” + the result from the first game in the first half of the season.

C) Nine months ago, it was decided that this league would be exclusively reported online - to save space! - and they would only print result and goalscorers. Back then, I was the only one to call that unwise. Which was ignored of course. So instead of cutting it down, they suddenly - and without informing anyone about it - expand it with a factually rather useless pre-match report series.

So considering not even they are so dumb to open a mail containing two documents and only seeing one (plus I have written them about what I will send them three (3) times.), the only logical conclusion is that the women’s report was axed for the men’s two leagues lower preview.

Which can only have one reason: They consider them to be more important. Is that true? Well, let’s have a look:

1) Women’s team is the team playing in the highest league of the entire distribution area.

2) Despite having a lot of injuries, they still are ranked 3rd and won the lost six games including two within 48 hours last weekend. Let me tell you how much a men’s team would complain about such a scheduling. And one of the men’s teams pre-match reports from 2017 consisted entirely of “We have so many injury players, we can’t play....”

3) Their opponent is the only one they haven’t beaten yet, ranked Second. It is also a home game for “our team”. Perhaps the one in charge didn’t know, because he didn’t bother to open the article or - you know - do some research.

4) “Women’s football is less attractive than men’s.” - None, I repeat none who could be responsible for this decision has seen the team in question play. Ever. That conclusion - like the entire decision - is only based on thinly veiled sexism and prejudice. And don’t yell at me that’s not true, that’s not proven. None of those who read it know the people behind the decision. I do.

You still might think this is a small issue. Let me tell you, this is only the final straw. I accepted not getting paid expenses for three years simply because they lied to me that that wasn’t possible and only gave in when they hired other people (and claimed that this was “a given”). The expenses I had - or should have gotten - were several THOUSAND euros.

You can pick dozens of other examples for the sexism. Throw-away comments while talking, in dubio cutting stuff from women’s match reports, not sending photographers, ignoring reports or publishing them days later.

This time however, it is enough. Not there won’t be any Caudine Forks for them anymore. I’m fed up and enough is enough. Tomorrow I’ll have a conversation (no one works today) and after that they can tell me to go to hell. But not after they tell them first.

(I’m not mentioning the fact that they try to swindle me out of money every month. Or that they’ll try not to pay me for writing the pre-match report in question. Or a dozen other things.)

#Lee rambles #Lee's work woes #Seriously my rage attack was one of the worst ever #It adds up and adds up #Every day #Every week #I could rant for ages #But that would be boring for everyone here #But I had to write this down #Because none of these idiots is available today #And I have to simmer until tomorrow #Thanks for ruining yet another weekend #Sexism #(I feel a bit unwell tagging it at that)#(So please tell me if I use it wrongly here)

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emadison7-blog · 7 years

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Date One: Jerry, 27

I want to preface the story of this date with just some general background on how I’ll be writing these entries going forward. First, I’m going to be calling them ALL Jerry to save them any unwarranted attention (or embarrassment honestly). Plus my idiot roommates love to call people Jerrys so it just seems fitting. I’ll include their age and likely screenshots from text and other identifying factors so hopefully it doesn’t get confusing. Second, I’ve literally never blogged about my life before so this is going to be a new (and again, likely embarrassing) experience. Feedback from better bloggers or anyone is welcomed lol. That being said, here goes nothing.

Sooooo, forewarning this date went SO well and so this story isn’t going to be funny. That being said, if you’re here for the hilarious ones, skip and come back next time! Anyway, much to my own surprise, I scheduled a date for this evening, and I ACTUALLY went! I matched with Jerry, 27 on Bumble and messaged him a few weeks back, but the conversation didn’t really go anywhere. As some of you know, I had previously let my dear friend Allie log into my Bumble and stay logged in. When she found out about this little challenge, she lovingly message eight different guys “Want to ask me on a date” all at the same time lol. Thanks, Allie. The responses were, well, mixed to say the least lol.

For some reason, Jerry, 27 not only responded but for some reason actually wanted to go on a date. Maybe a good sign; maybe a serial killer. Anyway, we settled on tonight at a bar just down the street from my house to have a couple drinks.

I had bought a new dress over the weekend and obviously wore it tonight to meet Jerry, 27 (I’m well aware I’m lame lol). He had biked there (he’s very into biking but not in an obnoxious way) but thankfully wasn’t wearing biking clothes. We sat out on the patio and the conversation flowed surprisingly well. He talked about his job (engineer), his nieces and nephews, and obviously biking. I talked about my job in banking, my masters program, and living in Vail. Pretty safe go to conversations for both of us. Luckily, we avoided any weird lulls or forced questions throughout.

We got to talking about sports, and I obviously rambled on about the thousands of useless sports facts I know, and he thankfully knew some of his own (he’s a Falcons fan which I literally didn’t know those even existed tbh). He told me about the time he had jury duty and loved it (like really loved it) and begrudgingly at that moment I knew this date was going really well. He spoke in detail about the deliberation process and how he’d enjoy to do jury duty as his job LOL. I loved it.

We ended up sitting and talking for well over two hours before leaving (it was getting dark and he had to bike home. V into biking). Saying goodbye was kinda awkward as it usually is on first dates, but we both agreed it went well and wanted to hang out again and then we hugged lol. Very high school type end to the date BUT for my first date in at least a century, I’d say it was a success!

So, the challenge is officially kicked off and, hell, off to a good start because I might even see this guy again. I’ve tentatively set up another date for tomorrow so stay tuned! Sorry if this post was incredibly boring, but I didn’t imagine it would actually go well (especially since Allie all but forced him into a date with me hahah!)

I’ll update this post if we go out again or he decides I’m a weirdo!

Until next time, Emmie

#dating #bumble #denver #30 day challenge #why not #day one #success

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bridgette-kingsley · 4 years

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Kaleidoscope Eyes | Audition Para

Tagging: Bridgette Kingsley Time & Location: July 20th, 2015 @ an unknown club Word Count: 1,753 Summary: Bridgette gets ready for a night out clubbing with her so called “friends.” Side Notes: TW: Drugs, drug use, alcohol.

Bridgette tapped her foot on the ground as she stared into the mirror. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she gazed into her own chocolate brown eyes. There she was yet again, in the bathroom of some grimy club peering into her distorted reflection. Another night wasted. Wasted in a sense that she wouldn’t be sober until sunrise and wasted in a sense that she’d never get this time back. It didn’t matter though. Anything for the high, right? Anything for the exhilarating feeling of magic flowing through her veins, right? Anything to get the giant weight of anger, disappointment, and the crushing feeling of being unremarkable and dull off her chest, right?

You weren’t always like this, she reminded herself. This wasn’t her fault. It was their fault. They were the reason why she did this to herself night after night after night after—

Bridgette screamed when she found out what the Council would do to her and how she’d be punished for the foreseeable future. It wasn’t a pretty scream. It wasn’t like how girls screamed in horror films or rom coms. It was guttural, feral, and furious. It made you wonder if she was a werewolf instead of a witch.

When they bound her powers, Bridgette never told anyone, but she felt like a cord was being cut. She felt a hollowness and an emptiness that was far worse than any heartbreak she’d ever experienced. Despite the weird weightlessness she was experiencing, there was a great and terrible pressure in her chest. A part of her was forcefully removed. They resigned her to living trapped inside Edgewood, forced to study at UW Edgewood. She was no longer allowed to live the life she wanted, the life she planned. She would never admit to anyone that she cried that night.

She barely even recognized herself when she looked in the mirror. She wasn’t the same girl for what seemed like ages, but then Pixie Dust was Bridgette’s saving grace or so it seemed. She didn’t even hesitate to take it once Dahlia told her about it. She was so desperate, it didn’t matter the cost. It was the very reason why she was in another bathroom in the back of another seedy club on another night before she’d have to go to work again the next day. Ever since she lost her powers, she was chasing a feeling. She could be in her own little world, remembering what it was like when she was young and things were easier. She owed it all to that little pink drug.

Bridgette would think of different schemes, trying to find the best punishment to fit the crime. Sometimes, she’d imagine them on fire as terrible as it sounded or tying a rock to their leg and throwing them into the lake. Other days she imagined them as a bunch of bumbling fools who had no memory of who they were, quite possibly a fate worse than death. She wasn’t an inherently dark or murderous person, but she could never find the right words to say to let the Council know how much she despised them.

“Oh my god, you better not have started without me!” one girl whined. “If you get wasted before us, it’s sooooo not going to be fun.”

“Bridgey, were you able to get those tickets to that concert next week?” another girl asked as she took selfies of the group.

“Ooooh! We should go get some Chinese after this!” another girl said, not realizing the time. Nearly every restaurant would be closed by now.

“Wait, Bridgey, I thought you were going to be the designated driver tonight,” another girl said, pouting her oversized lips.

Only this time instead of all the dirt and filth of the glass, Bridgette began to see every color in existence, or so she thought. It was like everything was in a kaleidoscope. Different colors and crystals and auras. And, after all the shots she did, time didn’t seem like a real concept anymore. Bridgette was light as a cloud and felt free as a bird. Everything she saw and heard was a burst of highly saturated colors. Everything was bright and airy. It didn’t matter what she saw, only that feeling that it gave her. Nothing could ever replace real magic, but this came pretty damn close.

That was all that mattered.

#self #Kaleidoscope eyes #audition para

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lifeofwatashi · 7 years

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Blog entry #24: Sigh

24/4/2017; 0001

Hey there. Been awhile. Been long. Been shitty.

The past month has been pretty horrible, apart from the first day and a few others. Lets talk about that first since I’m prioritizing positivity. Sooooo on the first day, I went for my 3rd concert of the year. I saw COLDPLAY LIVE. It was a hella of an amazing night. I went alone too which made the experience better. It was beautiful. That night was perfect. Chris and the rest did super well and they were amazing. REALLY AMAZING. I have no regrets at all, although I couldve gotten a better seat. At the end of the day, I met up with an old friend and we had ice cream so that topped the first day of the month.

Later in the month, 19 friends and I ran my school’s Freshmen Orientation Camp as Group Leaders. Honestly one of the best moments of my life, well during the camp at least. I’ll get to the negatives later though. I had a mixture of feelings throughout the whole journey. Lil bits and pieces of downs, fortunately more of ups, for me at least. The camp was a success. I’m really glad and satisfied because of that. For three months the 20 of us bonded and got really close to each other and because of that I’m really blessed to have them.

Another positive happened just this past weekend. I went on a trip to KL with my family and I’m glad i followed. It was a great getaway. Really peaceful and nice. And we came back just before the first day of school so I really appreciate the trip, though we did go for a wedding. Was really happy to see my cousin getting married!

So now down to the negatives. Gosh I wish this part doesnt have to be written. But this is the only platform where I can slowly think and write my thoughts out, before it stays inside and kills me. Thanks Tumblr for this.

Nina has been on my mind. Yeah, shit. Nina. After 2 months of pain. She’s back. I have no idea why but its killing me. Okay not really. Just my memories boiling and everything about her is appearing. I really miss her. Like suddenly. Eventhough she doesn’t miss me. There was once I asked her close friend (my close friend too in a way) if Nina misses me. She asked Nina before and guess what she said. No. HAHAHA. I felt anger and frustration at that point, because I honestly expected her to. Because of how badly I miss her. And how badly I might want her back. Well she is my first true love. I just miss the days people would tell me they love me, they miss me. It would really help right now.

Insignificance. The act of not being important in someone’s life. That’s what I am now. Insignificant. In many. In many of those who are significant in mine. I don’t feel important in the lives of people I care about. The people who are important in mine. And that feeling really really sucks. Not feeling important. No one asks about me. How I’m feeling. If i’m okay. No one hears me out. (Thankful for this platform) No one bothers about me, no one notices me. It really hurts when I ask about others, but I don’t get the same. I know. I shouldn’t be expecting a return when I do good but this. It’s getting unbearable honestly. The pain. The feeling of insignificance.

Alright, the negatives from the camp. Honestly its all after the camp hahah and I’m the only one feeling it. Okay so the camp has 5 tribes, and each tribe has 4 leaders. Long story short, I feel like I’m the least liked in my tribe among the 4 of us. I’ve been completely fucking ignored in the WhatsApp chat. Lets put it into a scenario. I’m GL 4. GL 1 comes into the chat. Freshies: “OMG HIIII MISS YOU!!!!!!” GL 2 comes into the chat. Freshies: “HELLOOOO GOODMORNING!!!!!!! GL 3 comes into the chat and says “goodnight”. Freshies:”GOODNIGHT REST WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” GL 4? Freshies don’t reply, freshies don’t bother, freshies go on with another conversation, different topic, completely ignoring what GL 4 says. I’m that GL. There was a mass outing on Saturday, like the whole camp’s outing. I told the freshies that I wouldn’t be going because of KL. Only one person said “okay!”. No one else bothered. They read and just fucking not bother. As a GL, I feel fucking hopeless and useless and pointless in being their GL. It really sucks being this way ah honestly. I don’t deserve this honestly. And I am fucking affected because these freshies mean A LOT to me and knowing that I don’t mean SHIT to them really sucks. Just like not meaning SHIT TO ANYONE I CARE ABOUT.

Sigh. Thus the title. I cant put my thoughts into words any longer. May your days be blessed.

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