#the principal said he wants me to address it as if i was speaking to one person but to an audience???

[saintslewis]

❝ 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘 - 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 🪩 ❞ - 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!oc; Nadia

summary: most of the social media post made throughout the miami gp weekend!

warning: twitter environment (you know the deal), cussing.

saint’s team radio: hi everyone! just wanted to give y’all a little something something before releasing ‘break my soul’ ! i’m a bit sick rn but i will get back into my groove very very soon 🤭

dividers by: @cafekitsune

pls like, comment and reblog! 🫶🏽

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nadiahamilton yes i know where he keeps his music and no, i won’t be telling you where 🫶🏽

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nadiahamilton it was sooo nice meeting you guys this weekend 🥹

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user i swear you’re his lucky charm

fransisca.cgomes mother ‼️

alexandrasaintmleux and if i ask for your hand in marriage?

nadiahamilton let’s run away

user i fell in love everytime you appeared on screen

user her energy is so refreshing, even if it’s through a tv or phone 😭

user where do you get your clothes???

nadiahamilton i’ll make a highlight for all the stores i shop at 🫶🏽

herstudent i hope school’s open soon, we need the tea!!

nadiahamilton you’ll be getting the pamphlets for the medieval times instead 😚

user his arm…dear lord

nadiahamilton i know, can’t believe it’s wrapped around me rn 🥹

user13 no way she just said that????

yungfilly bestie takin over miami!!

chunkz i think this is where you’re wrong brotha 🤨

niko you’re right, i’m the bestie

nellarose_ YOU’RE ALL WRONG 🤣

nataliatheedon and if i smack your ass, i’m wrong 😔

nadiahamilton bc it really hurt plus you were running behind me????

mercedesamgf1 Mrs Mercedes 🤍

user lewis is washed, never going to get that 8th

nadiahamilton watch your mouth 🙏🏽

lilymhe tinkerbell 🥹

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user is this a inside joke???? a fun nickname??? we need to know!

sza do you think your man will have a problem if i take you away?

nadiahamilton when and where? 🤭

lewishamilton ???????

hater ad21 was deserved 🤣

nadiahamilton i know where you live 🫶🏽

hater as if

nadiahamilton Glendale right??

hater oh shit

user now how tf did she find that man’s address 😭

user don’t question her mastery 🗣️

lewishamilton my angel 🤍

nadiahamilton my superstar 💗

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lewishamilton miami, you’ve been good 🙏🏽

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nadiahamilton steal my captions why don’t you 🙄

lewishamilton it’s my job 😋

user blonde is so her colour

raye you both are so lovely 🤍

lewishamilton thank you Raye and btw, she’s crying because of this

nadiahamilton DON’T TELL HER OMG????

spinzbeatsinc king and queen of england

nadiahamilton do you want me to get deported??

user just accept your fate guys

user now i need to know if he speaks any south african languages

nadiahamilton he tries to but he says it in a british accent so i end up laughing at him

user mr, does this mean you’re the class dad?

lewishamilton i guess so?

herstudent YEAHHH OUR DAD’S SIR LEWIS HAMILTON!!!

user her face should be trademarked

user how many cars do you think they own together?

f1wags what a woman!

user petition for Nadia to be team principal!

mercedesamgf1 we back this 🫡

hater her tattoos were everywhere and stole the attention off Lewis! She’s so ugly

nadiahamilton never that 🙏🏽

user did you guys see that drake reposted her post?

user wasn’t he friends with lewis at some point???

zendaya see you guys soon 🫶🏽

racerbia mother and father

nadiahamilton my man is so fine y’all damn

user SHE’S SO REAL FOR THIS

nadiahamilton like he looks so delectable, my goat fr 🤭

lewishamilton nads 😧

f1 mother of the paddock ‼️

nadiahamilton pls not while Susie is right there ☹️

badgalriri i hope you do know there’s a group of us planning to take her

iamcardib heard she’s a stylist, need one rn

kehlani i second this !

latto777 if she ever needs flowers, i got her ‼️

nadiahamilton y’all 🥹

lewishamilton can you guys stop planning to take my wife away from me?

user idk, something’s fishy

user yeah bc where the fuck did she come from?

text messages !

♡‧₊ billionaire boys club

miles the fencer 🤺: no way they’re stealing your wife from you in broad daylight?

pookie buddy lewis: pls don’t chat, it’s hurting my spirit rn

princess natalia: let’s talk about nads meeting pharrell (also i’m a genius for naming this gc after his company)

daniel is spinning: her face was just like 😧

nadia: 🧍🏽‍♀️

personal pillow amara: but nads, genuinely, how do you feel after this weekend? it was a big one for you bae

nadia: i do feel like ripping the earth in half and falling in but it’s cool because lew gets me ice cream after 🤭

pookie buddy lewis: i always got your back, nads. you know that. we’ll get ice cream whenever you want

miles the fencer 🤺: GET A FUCKING ROOM OMG

princess natalia: EWWWWW

charlotte (not tilbury): don’t listen to them, this is the cutest shit ever 😭

andrew with the camera: but if i expose miles’ 0.5x photos, i’m wrong.

daniel is spinning: DRAG HIMMMM

personal pillow amara: i’ve taught you way too much danny

miles the fencer 🤺: man whatever 🙄

charlotte (not tilbury): nads, i HAVE to see you in malibu

nadia: ofc, i don’t know what to expect from that place

princess natalia: don’t worry bae, we got you!

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The Avengers (niko made this)

chunkz: nads, who’s this boy you’re chatting to? 🤨

filly felipe: “this boy” and it’s lewis hamilton 🤣

sharks: AND they’re married????

nadia: and i was going to invite you lot to my new place and show you my new car but ig you don’t want to

harry (pinero) potter: BOYS TAKE IT BACK

aj shabeeeeel: i personally never said anything 🙏🏽

niko: you know i’ve always loved f1, nads

nella loml: lying on a public platform, niko??

nadia: you lot are too funny i can’t 😭

nadia: but yeah, wanted to know when you guys are available so that you guys can meet him officially

fiily felipe: welcoming our brother in law aww 🥹

king kenny: how about we chat about the marriage??

nadia: how about no? 🫶🏽

chunkz: i’m just happy something so special is happening to you, nads. you deserve it

nella loml: it’s been a tough ride and already it’s looking so up for you bae

nadia: you guys wanna make me cry on a monday morning 🫵🏽

sharks: always the plan 🫡

niko: to make her cry????

sharks: 😐

king kenny: pls come back to London asap, Cench has been calling us up for a vid ever since the last two 😔

nadia: leave me out of that one, i have a husband 🖐🏽

chunkz: YOU TELL THEM NADS

filly felipe: nadia thandeka hamilton, it has SUCH a nice ring to it 😭

aj shabeeeel: and you guys look so leng together, already my brother in law 🫡

harry (pinero) potter: better get home quick for that debrief!

saint’s team radio (once again!): hope you guys enjoyed this one! it’s got a little touch of how nadia interacts with people she knows and people she doesn’t, our social butterfly 🥹

we finally have a ship name for our favs ‘Lewdia’ coined by @mauvecherie-writes!

i’ve got a few more smaus ready but yeah, love you guys loads! 💗

#saint writes #f1 x reader #formula one x black reader #x black fem reader #formula one x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton fanfics #lewis hamilton imagine #renaissance: the series #lewis hamilton x black reader #lewis hamilton x oc

[masivechaos]

LOVE YOU THROUGH ETERNITY

remus lupin x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

see the request here!

Synopsis: When everything seems lost in the darkness, Remus is the light you need.

Warning/content: hurt to comfort, angst, canon war era & deaths, crying, kissing, my English

a.n.: 1.3k words- anon i hope i did justice to your quote

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── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.──

The current times were terrifying. The war was going as hard as ever and Voldemort decided to have as his principal targets the person you considered being your sister and her husband to get their child. You haven’t seen Lily and James for weeks now and you missed them terribly. You felt more than scared, not even knowing where or how they were.

You were staring out the window, eyes dry, you were not even able to cry anymore, too many tears had fallen already. You didn’t even react when Remus wrapped his arms around your waist, his chest against your back, too lost in your thoughts.

“What’s going on?” he asked quietly, his lips resting on your temple. You didn’t answer, holding on to his arms, not wanting him to let go.

“I’m scared,” you whispered, snuggling as close as possible to him.

Remus held you a little tighter “What are you scared of, dove?”

You turned around and looked up at Remus. His hand stroked your cheek gently, inviting you to talk, allowing you to let it out for the first time in months. “Everything.”

You had never told him about your fears, you felt like there was already too much going on, and you didn’t need to add more problems to the already existing stack. You just bottled up everything. He saw you cry but you never could tell him what was happening inside your head. And today you couldn’t anymore, your mind was too loud to keep it quiet. “Tell me more,” he said, holding you close to him as your head found the crook of his neck.

“I’m scared for Lily and James. I don’t want anything to happen to them,” you let out a sob, terrified at the idea that they could end up hurt or worst. You tried to calm the torrent of thoughts that was running inside your brain by listening to Remus’ slow heartbeat.

Remus softly kissed the top of your head “They’re going to be okay. Nobody knows where they are, except maybe Sirius- he’s probably the keeper of the secret- but he won’t tell anyone.” He dropped another kiss, “They are safe, I promise you.”

You shut your eyes. You wanted him to be right. You wanted Lily and James to live the happy ever after she always told you about back in Hogwarts, you wanted Harry to live the wonderful life he deserved to have next to his parents. You tried your best to believe Remus. 

He promised.

:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Your vision was blurry, eyes filled with tears. You couldn’t speak, the lump in your throat was stopping you from saying anything. You held Remus’ arm so tight you were sure you were going to leave bruises on his skin. You didn’t even remember how you got their address, there were some things so much more important at the moment.

James and Lily’s cottage was a mess. There were pieces of glass everywhere, shattered wood on the carpet floor and even more chaos displayed here and there. But it wasn’t what you cared about, your eyes were locked on James’ dead body.

Horrified, you couldn’t detach your gaze from your friend. After what felt like an eternity but were a few seconds, Remus’ hand covered your eyes. “Let’s get out of here,” he whispered, voice far away from your ears, as if his soul was far away from his body.

“B-but Lily,” you choke, feeling the pain stabbing your chest, your heart bleeding inside your body.

Remus looked up the stairs, was must be Harry’s room seemed to be in complete disaster “It’s over, love… it’s over…” You weren’t the first ones to come to the crime scene, Harry was saved and outside, if Lily were alive she would have been by his side.

Even more tears ran down your face “I have to check- I- I-”

The small amount of energy you had left your body and you collapsed to the ground, unable to breathe “Tell me it’s not true,” you sobbed. You grasped Remus’ shirt, almost tearing the fabric in the distress you were feeling.

Remus held you tight, crying silently as you tried your best to break the embrace, you wanted to see Lily. After a minute you gave up, letting yourself break down in Remus’ arms.

Everything that happened after this was blurry in your mind. Sirius and Peter came here too to find the tragedy that was now the Potter’s cottage before aurors accused Harry’s godfather of betrayal. You didn’t know exactly what happened only that Sirius ended up in Azkaban and Peter was dead but for the rest, your mind decided to erase any other memories from this awful night.

:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Your chest was empty if it wasn’t for the melting of fear and anger that was stinging your heart everyday. You were still with Remus, you needed each other to not drive yourselves insane but you both were acting like ghosts.

So as you were laying with your head on Remus’ chest, you absently traced shapes on his arm, eyes filled with tears.

You had no one except him. Lily was dead, James was dead, Marlene was dead, Dorcas was dead, Peter was dead. Mary didn’t talk to you anymore to cope with grief as much as she could. Alice and Frank were alive but not living. Sirius was in Azkaban and a betrayer.

You tried your best to hide the sound of your cries but Remus heard, of course he did, wolf hearing and all. “Love,” he whispered, his own voice was broken, he was probably crying too.

You snaked your arms around his torso, burying your face in his chest, letting your tears stain his sweater. “Why are we still here?” Being one of your only friends to be still alive was a feeling you couldn’t explain. You felt pain and anger and remorse and guilt eating slowly everyday.

“I don’t know,” he said before holding you a little closer to him, he couldn’t believe that even with all of this he didn’t lose you. He wouldn’t call himself lucky but some days when he woke up by your side, he was telling himself that maybe everything didn’t seem hopeless.

The silence settled in the living room again. You knew the war was over, Voldemort was gone, but something in a corner of your mind was telling you that maybe it wasn’t. Maybe something horrible was going to happen.

You were terrified at the idea of losing Remus. You couldn’t. If he ever died, he was going to carry the last pieces of soul that existed inside of you with him. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t lose me.”

“I love you, Remus. And I’m scared I won’t be able to love you anymore if anything happens,” you said as more tears fell down your cheeks. Remus cradled your face between his hands, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t want you to die, I want to love you until we’re old and we die.” You cleared your throat, “I want to love you and I want you to stay alive.”

“Our souls belong together, dove,” he smiled softly, “when I can’t love you in this lifetime anymore, I will find you in another and love you then, I’ll do this over and over until I love you through eternity,” he said, looking into your eyes, holding your hand tightly.

Your heart throbbed in your chest, it was the purest form of love confession you ever heard and it turned you into a puddle. You were melting between Remus’ hands. Remus kissed your lips tenderly, “I’ll love you through eternity, Y/n. I promise you.”

Remus kept his promise. He loved you every day. He stayed by your side and both of your souls healed together, slowly and softly. Remus was the light you needed through the darkest times.

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[starry-hughes]

so disappointed in him until she knows the story

what happened??

she just gets a call that chase pushed someone to the ground at school. she leaves work and rushes to the school. charlie knows trevor is out of town until later this afternoon.

“we want her son to be expelled,” the other parents sneer as soon as charlie enters the office. chase sits quietly next to charlie. “now mr and mrs rogers, let’s calm down.”

“i’m sorry, what exactly happened?” charlie asks. “he pushed him down and he almost broke his arm!”

“chase zegras. look at me,” she says facing her son, “tell me what happened.”

“nothing.”

“chase.”

“he was bothering stephen and throwing sand at kaley. he said kaley couldn’t be a hockey player since she’s a girl.”

charlie nods before standing. “i assume chase will be ready to come into school tomorrow, i’ll be taking him home for the day.”

“mrs zegras we need to address the violence, it could be attributed to your husband’s job-”

charlie whips her head around. “i’m sorry but don’t say that. chase was handling bullying that your shit school ever has.”

“the student handbook says-”

“oh you piece of shit. if you cared what the handbook said, you would have helped the other kids and protect them. and i have decided that we most likely will be reconsidering contributing to the school fund.”

charlie looks at the other parents. “i hope your son is okay, i know you can’t exactly solve the issue of bad parenting over night.”

their mouths fall open and charlie swipes chase’s bag from the ground and knocks over pencils in a cup on the desk of the principal. that wasn’t intended but it makes the exit better.

chase doesn’t say anything until they are in the car. “mommy? are you okay?”

“yes baby, let’s go home.”

after a beat of silence, he speaks up “can i tell dad what happened?”

#charlie and trevor

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Maybe Dami gets in trouble at school and Dick has to go pick him up since Bruce is working? And finds out Dami got in a fight with students disrespecting or just being awful to teacher!reader?

Dick paused at the long window that wrapped around the office and took a deep breath. It wasn't the first time he'd had to pick Damian up from school. But it was the first time he was picking him up since he'd been in your class.

They'd all been cautiously optimistic. But the weather had started to get colder and apparently their luck was changing with the weather.

He peered through the glass at Damian and gave him a look. The boy's expression got stormier and Dick exhaled slowly before pushing the doors open. "Dami-"

"They needed to be taught manners," Damian said simply, unrepenant.

"That's not your job," Dick said quietly; noting that someone had given him an icepack, even if he wasn't hurt.

Damian made a soft petulant sound and looked away, "Some of the boys were talking about her in a way that wasn't," he stopped, grappling for an apt word before finally settling on, "appropriate."

Dick nodded slowly. Sure, he could sympathize but he doubted you were very pleased to have a 9-year-old defending your honor.

"Doubtless," Damian continued, "they were repeating things their parents had said."

"Where is she now?" Dick asked, taking his hand to inspect his knuckles.

"Speaking with the principal," he huffed. "Trying to keep him from suspending me."

Dick exhaled slowly, "You realize how much trouble you're in?"

"I pulled punches-"

"That's not the point," Dick whisper screamed, "You can't keep-"

The door to an office swung open and Dick stopped, standing slowly to see you, looking worried. He didn't like that. It didn't suit. He liked you much better teasing him over a stack of papers.

"Young man," the Principal said, regarding Damian, "Miss Y/L/N has made me aware of the extenuating circumstances of this little... scuffle." He took off his glasses and turned to Dick, "Things being as they are," he said, "We're going to send him home until Monday. Give the dust some time to settle and I'll be speaking with the other boys and their parents- school policy is very clear-"

"I understand," Dick said nodding. It was better than he thought he'd get. He'd been half expecting them to suspend him outright instead of sending him home for the day.

"So while it's technically a suspension- This isn't his usual pattern of behavior-"

Behind him, Damian scoffed and Dick shot him a look.

"I recommend, young man," the principal said seriously, "that you take this time to reflect on things and learn better conflict resolution."

"Yes, sir," Damian said, not looking up.

"Thank you," Dick added, picking up Damian's jacket and shaking the man's hand.

The Principal took at and nodded, "I'll contact the parents for a meeting later today." And with that, he left. Off to go and do whatever administrative task needed done- and find an antacid. He hated dealing with parents.

"I'll see you Monday, Damian," you say quietly, kneeling to be on his level, and pausing to look at his hand.

"Thank you," he mumbled, "for explaining-"

"You're very brave," you tell him. "But not everything can be solved with fighting."

"But they said-"

"I know," you murmur, face heating. It wasn't the first time since coming to work here that parents had made assumptions and you'd heard it from their children. "But. It's not your job, Damian. It's your job to tell me so I can address it- properly."

Damian nodded though his face looked mutinous and Dick put a hand out to help you stand up, needing to feel useful.

"I uh- this is probably a bad time but-" he broke off and rubbed the back of his neck, "Would you want to get a coffee sometime?"

"I- I uh," your cheeks burn and you feel awkward. "I don't think that would be a good idea I mean- I- after today-"

"At least he's age-appropriate," Damian added, enjoying himself.

"Come on," The secretary, a middle-aged woman who, Dick was sure had been middle-aged since he'd been there. And had had the EXACT cat cardigan- Pea soup green with pink appliques that had rhinestone eyes. "He's not a parent."

"I- I uh-" you push your glasses up and swallow hard and Dick feels horrible. He'd figured it was a bad time but he hadn't planned on making you feel put on the spot.

"Not as a date," he backpedaled, "Just- uh. Just as a thank you. For getting Damian out of trouble. It's the least I could do-"

"O-ok," you mumble, "I'll uh-"

"I'll email you," he said quickly, realizing that asking for your number was a BAD idea.

"That works," you answer, fidgeting with your sleeve, picking a stray hair from the fabric.

"I'll see you then," he said, putting a hand on Damian's shoulder, and letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding when you give him a shy smile.

#Dick Grayson #Dick Grayson x reader #teacher!reader #anon ask #ask answered #minors dni

[msanimedolphin]

~Back In The Game~

~Chapter Twenty-Nine~

-Series Masterlist-

What happens when a girl who loves volleyball joins a boys' volleyball club? Does she find love? Will she relive her past or move forward? Join (L/N) (Y/N) on a journey with fun twists and turns.

I don't own Haikyuu or any of the characters.

-Last Time-

“Right. First and foremost…receiving.” Ukai says addressing everyone.

“If you can’t do that, you’re useless. We focus on that starting tomorrow!” Ukai continues.

“Yes, Coach! Thank you very much!”

“Don’t forget your cool-down stretches.”

“Okay, guys! Stretch out!” Daichi instructs.

“Yeah!!”

“Graaaah…” Ukai sighs.

“...? Are we really so terrible at receiving that it’s worth that heavy a sigh?” Takeda asks.

“Nah. Yeah it’s bad, but… that’s not what I was thinking.”

“...?”

“Back when I was a player and I was on the side that got picked to play, I never gave it any thought, but…when you’re on the side that does the picking as a coach…you can get stuck with some real tough decisions.” Ukai says while looking at Suga and Kageyama talking.

“...”

“Clean up now! Hurry!” Ukai yells.

“Yes, Coach.”

On your way to help clean, you see Hinata looking off into the distance. Just as you’re about to check on him, he speaks.

“Asahi-san!”

“? Yes?”

“I…I’m no Ace, but…I’m gonna be the Greatest Decoy…so that I can open up the way for the Ace!” Asahi looks at him surprised.

‘Way to go Hinata!’ You think proudly.

“Oh! Um! I still can’t do that without Kageyama’s setting though. But, uh…um…ah…uh…er…ummm…”

“Listen, um… It’s usually the wing spiker playing on the outside left that gets labeled the Ace, right? So that’d be me or Tanaka.”

“? Right.”

“Yeah, hitting through triple blocks and getting most of the sets when things get tough… that’s all part of the Ace’s job. But getting your setter to say something like that about you? I think that’s pretty awesome too.”

“...?”

“Uhh…so umm…yeah. A-Anyway! What I’m trying to say is…despite whatever position anybody plays…don’t you think the coolest player is the one the other team watches out for the most? Like if they said “Watch out for that small middle blocker! He’s crazy fast!” and stuff.”

“!!!” Hinata nods ferociously.

“If you want my spot, I won’t let you take it that easily.” You smile at the two.

“Yes, sir!!”

“Um…that’s assuming I get to be back in the starting lineup though.” You deadpan.

“Geez, Asahi! You are so timid for such a big guy.” Suga chuckles.

“It’s good to have you back too…Suga.” Daichi says.

“I’m sorry I was such a wishy-washy, namby-pamby, fidgety-flighty, indecisive wreck.” 

“I wouldn’t go that far.” You chuckle. “And it’s good to have our reliable libero back. Right, Noya?”

“Yeah!” The libero answers enthusiastically. 

“But no more smacking the vice principal around and breaking stuff, got it?” Noya freezes and has an embarrassed and scared look on his face. “Oh yeah. I guess we got our wuss of an Ace-only-in-name wing spiker back too. I’d almost forgotten.” You giggle at Daichi’s words and Asahi’s facial expression.

“Right. Let’s finish this off and call it a night, folks!” Ukai announces as all the players gather in a circle while you, Kiyoko, Takeda, and Ukai stand to the side.

“Karasuno…Fight!” Dachi cheers.

“Yeah!”

“Oh, Coach.” Takeda says getting the man’s attention.

“?”

“These are the team’s managers. This is Shimizu Kiyoko, a third year.” He introduces, gesturing to the girl, who bows.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Kiyoko says.

“Same to you.”

“And this is (L/N) (Y/N), a first year.” Takeda gestures to you. You bow and then look up to see Ukai has a look of disbelief and hope. When he sees your face fully his expression turns to recognition and shock.

“It’s nice to see you again, Keishin-san.” You say shyly. This surprises Takeda.

“You two know each other?!” He asks.

“Yeah. My gramps used to teach her when she was younger…”

“Don’t forget you would help too.”

“Yeah, you were a terrible student.” He smirks.

“Hey! No, I wasn’t. You were just a bad teacher!!”

“Whatever you say, kid.” You give him a playful evil look. You then get serious.

“So, how is he?” As you and Ukai talk, Kiyoko and Takeda go their ways to let you catch up. The team sees you two talking and wonders if you know each other, and if so, how.

“Okay. Next up…the training camp. Right?” Ukai asks.

“Right.” You reply.

-Bonus-

You’re walking home with Hinata Kageyama, Tanaka, and Noya when Hinata speaks.

“Hey, (Y/N)...”

“What’s up?”

“So I saw you talking with Coach before we left…”

“Okay…What about it?”

“W-Well, you looked like you know each other…”

“Oh!” You giggle. “ Yeah, I know him. His grandfather used to teach me when I was little.”

“Really?!” Hinata, Tanakam and Noya ask. You laugh at their reaction.

“Yup! Keishin-san helped Coach Ukai from time to time as well.”

“Wow! That’s awesome!” Hinata says before he starts asking a million questions. This leads to Kageyama getting annoyed and yelling at Hinata. You laugh as you watch your four friends chat and bicker.

‘I can’t believe I found such amazing friends.’ You think.

~To Be Continued~

#haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu imagines #daichi x reader #sugawara x reader #hinata x reader #tanaka x reader #tsukishima x y/n #yamaguchi x y/n #hq x reader #tsukishima x reader #akaashi x reader #kenma x reader #~back in the game~

[emailsfromanactor]

More from Hume Cronyn's memoir, relevant to today's Redfield letter:

Billy [Redfield] writes, “The personal conviction of the individual ac­tor is what finally persuades an audience.” I don’t think that’s an absolute, but there’s a considerable measure of truth in it. But what if the actor’s conviction is in conflict with that of the director? In extreme cases they would best wave goodbye to one another—especially if there is no playwright around to arbitrate and speak passionately of his conception of the char­acter. Who can say with total authority what Shakespeare had in mind for Hamlet? Perhaps Richard Burbage, presumably with Shakespeare at his elbow (and playing the Ghost in the same production), could have spoken with authority, but he’s long gone, and over the past four hundred years it’s been up to the conviction of the actor at bat. No interpretation of Hamlet can satisfy everyone. Gielgud had his, and Burton a somewhat dif­ferent one—“more modern,” he felt—yet both actors had im­mense respect for one another. Richard hoped to learn from John; John felt that Richard’s gifts, his very lyric Welshness, his vigor, sensibility, beautiful voice—and yes, his modernity—would make for an exciting and contemporaneous Hamlet. Both actor and actor-director wanted to work with one another, and yet, and yet... To an extraordinary extent the play Hamlet, Prince of Den­mark is the character of Hamlet alone. He is the sun around which the other characters revolve. So there’s little wonder that the director’s first and foremost concern must be given to that character and the actor playing it. As I’ve said, I’m not sure that Billy or the rest of the company appreciated that fact. We were all in desperate need of John’s attention. The production was awkward, the wardrobe gave trouble, and the bare stage, surrounded by the brick walls of the theater, was as distracting as an unnecessarily elaborate set might have been. The production did not jell. Richard was brilliant but uneven, and the rest of us uneven and less than brilliantly supportive. As Polonius, I never felt any lack in John’s attention to me. My principal concern was that I not be too “cute,” too adorable in mannerism—in short, that I not be too funny. There are marvelous comic aspects to the character of Polonius, but they are there, Shakespeare provided them. The actor adds more at his peril. Having run a sword through Polonius’s guts, Hamlet says, “Thou find’st to be too busy is some danger.” That might be addressed to the actor who plays Polonius as well.

Every actor goes into rehearsal hoping that his director will turn out to be God, that he can do no wrong, and that some­how he will annoint his actors with a magical balm of inspira­tion and capability. They expect him to lead them into some promised land where they will finally be recognized as multi­talented or at the very least “brilliant.” When it comes to this sort of faith, I am not merely heretic but downright agnostic. Directors can be obtuse, blind, abusive, insensitive and wrong. I know, I’ve been one. If there is an actor’s prayer to be ad­dressed to his Godlike director it might run “Dear Father, may you be kind, patient, long-suffering, inspired, and above all may you have reliable taste and judgment: for I, your not-too-humble servant, am extremely vulnerable and in dire need of your blessing.” Afterthought. “Oh, yes, and may you have the gift of com­munication, so that even after having said the same thing to me ten times without result, you will be prepared to try an eleventh—if necessary, in Swahili.” Of course, John had certain idiosyncrasies as a director that were easy to mock, but the mockery was exercised with great affection. For one thing, he believed in trial and error (what else are rehearsals for?) and he moved so quickly—particularly in the matter of staging a scene—that the actors sometimes felt they were caught in a blender. John also didn’t hesitate to read a line for an actor or to demonstrate a move he thought might be helpful. This is a practice some American actors find repre­hensible, even downright insulting. Not me, I like it. Some streak of arrogance in my makeup will allow me to say, “Oh, I see what you mean; now I’ll do it—only better.” Commu­nication needs all the help it can get, either verbal or physical.

#emails from an actor #hume cronyn #john gielgud

[vote-democrat-president-congress]

NYTimes: "For example, are you aware how much the constant threat of violence, principally from MAGA sources, is now warping American politics? If you wonder why so few people in red America seem to stand up directly against the MAGA movement, are you aware of the price they might pay if they did?

Late last month, I listened to a fascinating NPR interview with the journalists Michael Isikoff and Daniel Klaidman regarding their new book, “Find Me the Votes,” about Donald Trump’s efforts to overturn the 2020 election. They report that Georgia prosecutor Fani Willis had trouble finding lawyers willing to help prosecute her case against Trump. Even a former Georgia governor turned her down, saying, “Hypothetically speaking, do you want to have a bodyguard follow you around for the rest of your life?”

He wasn’t exaggerating. Willis received an assassination threat so specific that one evening she had to leave her office incognito while a body double wearing a bulletproof vest courageously pretended to be her and offered a target for any possible incoming fire.

Don’t think for a moment that this is unusual today. Judge Tanya Chutkan, who is overseeing Trump’s federal Jan. 6 trial, has been swatted, as has the special counsel Jack Smith. For those unfamiliar, swatting is a terrifying act of intimidation in which someone calls law enforcement and falsely claims a violent crime is in process at the target’s address. This sends heavily armed police to a person’s home with the expectation of a violent confrontation. A swatting incident claimed the life of a Kansas man in 2017.

The Colorado Supreme Court likewise endured terrible threats after it ruled that Trump was disqualified from the ballot. There is deep concern for the safety of the witnesses and jurors in Trump’s various trials.

Mitt Romney faces so many threats that he spends $5,000 per day on security to protect his family. After Jan. 6, the former Republican congressman Peter Meijer said that at least one colleague voted not to certify the election out of fear for the safety of their family. Threats against members of Congress are pervasive, and there has been a shocking surge since Trump took office. Last year, Capitol Police opened more than 8,000 threat assessments, an eightfold increase since 2016.

Nor is the challenge confined to national politics. In 2021, Reuters published a horrifying and comprehensive report detailing the persistent threats against local election workers. In 2022, it followed up with another report detailing threats against local school boards. In my own Tennessee community, doctors and nurses who advocated wearing masks in schools were targets of screaming, threatening right-wing activists, who told one man, “We know who you are” and “We will find you.”

[impyssadobsessions]

Raising Phantom Chpt 4

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Danny kicked his feet as they dangled off the chair that was too tall for him, staring down to watch. He was stuck in principal's-well vice principal's office. Something he unfortunately knew well despite TRYING to be on his best behavior. Trying used loosely. Honestly just reminds him of the one on one with his vice principal and teacher back in Amity Park. Even the man in front of him gave off similar vibes. Only difference he was into history instead of literature. Danny eyeing the replica of the titanic. Not that different. The man of course looked different too. He had darker skin, hair shaven down and graying, wore a plain dress shirt and tie. His voice was deep as he spoke, his hands clasped together as they rested on the desk. “Danny, you're not in trouble.” Danny raised a brow, “Considering the tone of your voice and the fact that all the other times you said that, you called Ja-my mom.” The man sighed, reaching to fix his name plate on his desk. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but probably was something to fuss with while thinking about what to say. The name plate read Mr. Harpoon. “Danny, are you bored in class?” Danny narrowed his eyes, trying to see what the man was getting at. “What kid isn't?”

“I think if you asked, you would find several students that enjoy learning, and get excitement from school.” “Think I'll pass. I hang out with my mom enough, thank you. I don't need someone else around excited by school.” Danny staring back at his feet. He heard Mr. Harpoon sigh again. “I mean, do you ever feel like you already know what the teacher is teaching?” Danny glanced up at the man, eyeing him. He didn't respond, but in his head he was thinking Duh. Mr. Harpoon didn't know that though. Mr. Harpoon nodded, trying to think of his words carefully before speaking again. “Danny. Children are much like plants. They need the right conditions and care to grow.” He paused looking at Danny to see if he was listening. Danny was pretending that he wasn't as he played with the cuff of his jacket. “Some plants grow slower than others, so they need more patience and care. Taking a while to outgrow their pot, while others. They outgrow it faster than expected.” Mr. Harpoon kept taking pauses to make sure Danny could seep in what he was hinting at. Danny  just wanted this to be over. He hated one on one talks. “Danny. Do you know what you need to do when a plant outgrow its pot?” Danny lazily looked at Mr. Harpoon with disinterest. He gave no reply, but apparently lifting his eyes was enough for the man. “They need to be replanted into a space where they have more room to grow. Danny, I think our classroom is too small for your roots.” “A. I don't have roots. B. I'm like four feet.” Danny had to pull out his sass. “Of course.” Mr. Harpoon smirked amused, “But that was figuratively. Danny. I do not believe our Third grade curriculum is right for you. In fact, nor do I think our fourth grade or even fifth grade is. Your a smart kid, and deserve to be place in a grade that challenges you. To seek your full potential.” “Soooo, why are you telling me this and not.. my mom?” Danny had to pause to catch himself from accidentally trying to say Jazz again. “Because I want it to be your choice Danny. And I've talked enough times with Ms. Nightingale that I do believe she want to see what you've decided to do. So this will be your decision.” Mr. Harpoon giving Danny a pack of papers. Forms. “This is for your mother.” “I thought you just said its my decision.” “It is. It is your decision to give her the papers or not.” Mr. Harpoon smiled. Danny furrowed his brows and then glanced at the paper. He suggested Danny switch to fifth grade in the letter that came with the form. Though it also suggest Danny could do better in higher grades, but address concerns that he would develop a lack of social skills. Thus willing to work with school board, whatever they decide. Danny raised a brow back at Mr. Harpoon. Danny silently thought on it. It would be nice to skip a few grades. Jazz had offered to home school him, but he didn't want to add to her stress, so he took public school. As much as he hated it. It did give him an idea of how he was “suppose” to act, not that he ever acted his age. Either age. It was so confusing sometimes. “You don't have to decide today, though I would prefer an answer before November rolls in. I'll remind you along the way. I think it would help to make school a better experience for you.” Danny doubted that. He stared at Mr. Harpoon then glanced at the papers before stuffing them into his backpack. Ignoring the smile he saw pull on Mr. Harpoon's face out the corner of his eye. “So, Can I go back to class?” Danny asked, not that he cared to. “Of course-oh! But come back and see me during recess. I think Mrs. Staff didn't appreciate your last homework assignment.” Mr. Harpoon pulling out the offending worksheet. Danny groaned, “I knew it. I WAS in trouble. I didn't do anything wrong! I answered everything correctly!” “No, but she felt that your work was.. rude and thus would like you to redo it.” Danny frowned, “Why I have to redo something that's correct?” “If you can argue why this wasn't a passive attempt to be rude to your teacher at recess, then I'll see what I can do.” Mr. Harpoon smiled, handing the paper over to Danny so he may think it over. Danny glared, snatching the homework Jazz helped him find ways to call his teacher out with. Challenge accepted. He shoved the worksheet into his backpack too, then hopped out of the chair to return to Mrs. Staff infection's classroom. ---owo--- Jason wasn't being paranoid. He wasn't stalking either. He just wanted to check out a book. Definitely wasn't there to scout out the Mother and son in person. However, he couldn't say the same for the others. “Copyright, what you doing here?” Jason walked up to Tim, both of them standing outside the library steps in their civilian wear. “Same thing as you, looks like.” Tim was in a blue jacket with a box of donuts in hand. “Timmy's checking out a book? Remember just because your rich doesn't mean you should coffee stain their books.” Tim rolled his eyes. “That wasn't even my fault.” “It was your coffee.” “Alfred knocked it over!” (the cat) “Still?! Who the Hell falls asleep drinking coffee?!” “I hadn't taken a sip yet, obviously!” Tim huffed. “You should have just went to bed.” Jason glancing at the box of donuts, thinking about stealing one. “What's that for?” “Conversation starter. What were you planning?” Tim held up the box and checked it over before glancing back at Jason. “I wasn't planning anything.” Jason moved to walk up the stairs. Tim frowned, as he followed him up the stairs. Jazz was stacking sheets of paper for this months events as well as advertise near by family friendly events, when the door chimed. She glanced up at the two men walking in. “Hello-oh sorry sir, no food in the library.” Jason just snickered as Tim jolted. Tim put the box on the counter, “These were for you and Babs.” “Oh! Thank you. Does that mean you two are Dick's brothers?” Jazz had a rough understanding. Dick did talk about his siblings and Barbara mentioned them too. “Nope.” Jason turned and walked on into the row of bookshelves, hands into his pockets. Tim shook his head at Jason, then looked back at Jazz with an awkward smile. “That's Jason. He's not much about family. We're working on it. I'm Tim Drake.” “Its a pleasure to meet you, I'm Jasmine Nightingale. Please call me Jazz.” Jazz smiled. Tim reminded her of Danny, older Danny. Though he had more muscle mass, Danny never put on any despite being able to lift a bus. Something about ghosts negating gravity and not needing muscle. Even now Danny could easily lift the couch one handed. Made vacuuming easier. “So were you just trying to sweeten me up or did you need Barbara?” Jazz winked playfully, joking. Jason's snort was heard from the bookshelves as Tim flustered about. “No. I wasn't trying-” “I was teasing you.” Jazz smiled. “You remind me a lot of my s-brother. He use to try and bribe me with sweets.” If Danny had a way to buy it, he still probably would. She saw him looking a cookbook specifically on desserts the other day. “oh. You have a brother?” “Had.” Jazz stressed a smile. Even though she's happy how things turned out, it still was a sad thought. Danny lost his life, twice, in a weird sense. He had lost his normal life at fourteen and his teenage one at fifteen almost sixteen.  Third times a charm as they say. “He would butter me up with sweets as an awkward conversation starter. The ol' I messed up and don't want a lecture so please just listen.” She chuckled, hoping she didn't make Tim feel too awkward. Tim did not expect that information first thing. That just threw wood on the fire of theories the family chat minus Bruce were coming up with. “Oh. I'm.. sorry?” “No no. I'm sorry for bringing it up, I didn't mean to make you feel awkward.” Jazz scratched at her head out of embarrassment. Trying to shift it. “No Its fine. Uh- sooo you lived here long?” Tim tried to shift the subject. He already knew, but it was a good way to shift the tone. “Four years. I'm guessing I don't have an accent yet.” “No you don't. Also a lot cheerier than anyone we see who live in Gotham besides like Dick.” “A smile a day helps keep positive outlook on life. I haven't taught Danny that, yet.” Jazz chuckled as she set aside the papers she was working on. “Your...” Tim feigning that he didn't know who she was talking about. “Son.” Jazz smiled. “Ah. Babs said you two make library interesting.” “Runs in the family I suppose. I never known a boring day in my life.” Jazz chuckled. “Choosing Gotham didn't help.” Tim pointed out, mind swirling what Jazz meant. Did she mean her parents? Or just her and Danny? Or her dead brother he just found out about. Suppose it made sense if it was the later. He had to of died of something. “Nope, but at least everyone experience some excitement here. Its easier to relate.” Jazz stood up with a stretch. “Yeah, You can find at least one person that's been held hostage or got delayed by some rogue's antics.” Tim sending a slight glare at Jason's way for the held hostage thing. Jason was just ignoring him, pretending he was looking at a book. Jazz took the box of donuts, eyes following Tim's for a moment. “Exactly. Its nothing news worthy. Where I was from, it was hard not to end up on the weather forecast.” “Weather forecast?” “Yeah, our weatherman was often the in field newscaster.” “That small of a town?” “No, I think it was their way to cheap out of hiring more people.” Jazz shifted the box, “I'll take these into the break room. Barbara is back there, if you want to come back.” “No, I was just dropping it off, tell her I said hi. Nice meeting you.” Tim shoving his hands into his jacket. Babs didn't know he was coming, so he did not want to be here when she found out. “Okie dokie. Bye Tim.” Jazz turned to leave with the donuts. Tim turned, giving a short wave, to make it look like he was leaving. Instead, he stopped and glanced back to see if Jason was still in view. He wasn't. Tim shook his head and left. So theory of their parents being some kind of villains was still on the table, or strange scientist. Maybe her brother was some kind of dare devil. A town polluted by governmental experiments? Babs had banned anyone looking it up without a good reason. So, weirdly, it had become a game of who can figure out their past without breaking the ban. --- owo ---- Danny hated Mrs. Staff. He strongly declared as he hopped off the school bus as it dropped him off in front of the library. He shuffled his backpack on his shoulders and stomped up the stairs. He DID manage to argue why he didn't have to redo the homework, but he still had to complete worksheets meant for home during recess over the next few days because she didn't believe he was capable of writing it. As if dictionary wasn't a thing. Its fine. He didn't need recess, but he hated being in her class any longer than necessary. At least, he wouldn't be stuck with her. That was a blessing. He would have been too tempted to scare her out of the school. The door chimed as Danny stomped his way through the door. “Hey Danny.” Jazz greeted, gently grabbing the door then letting it fall shut after Danny. She had been watching from the windows, preparing to make sure his anger didn't accidentally break anything. She could tell by how he hopped out of the bus that he had a rough day. “How was school?” she asked, knowing it wasn't good. “Fine! Mrs. Staff got a pole up her-” “Danny!” “........She got me in trouble for the homework assignment I did before the weekend. Then after I successfully argued why I didn't have to redo it, now I have to sit in during recess to do homework. Because now she thinks YOU did it.” “Oof.” Jazz bit her lip trying not to say what she was thinking, but she did agree with Danny. “Told you to rephrase it.” “sh-...” Danny glanced around, Babs was watching them out the corner of her eye, as Danny made his way around the counter. Right. That was rude to say to your.. mom. Danny just tossed his backpack next to the chair that he had claimed since day one, and crossed his arms, glaring at it. Jazz smiled sympathetically, putting her hands gently on Danny's shoulders and giving him a light peck on the head. Danny reluctantly relaxed his shoulders at the touch, sighing. It was a gesture to try to calm him, while at the same time to warn him about his temper. “Its okay, Danny. I can go talk to your principal and teacher.” “No, its fine. I don't do anything at recess.” Danny huffed, not wanting to put more on Jazz's plate. They were already booked with Vlad's stuff, plus her regular schedule. “Danny, you don't have to go through anything you don't want to. I can always pull you out of school too. Home school is still an option.” Jazz offered anytime Danny was having a hard time with school. “No. I'm fine.” Danny muttered again as he flopped down into his seat. The only good thing, he doesn't have homework for the rest of the week. He crossed his arms on the table and laid his head down. Jazz sighed, twirling her hair with her finger as she thought for a moment. She still was thinking about giving them a phone call tomorrow. She glanced at the counter where she had something wrapped up in paper towel. She walked over to grab it, then placed it in front of Danny. Ruffling his hair, she smiled. “Well, thankfully I saved this one for you. They dropped some off earlier.” Danny raised his head slightly, glancing at the paper towel that held something that smelled sweet. He sat up to unravel it, raising a brow. “...........Did Dick bring these?-” “Nope. One of his brothers, Timmy, did this time. He's in a healthy relationship with someone else if you were worried about your Mom.” Babs winked. Danny blinked, glancing back at Jazz who nodded. He glanced back down at the donut and took a giant bite out of it. He hummed at the sweetness. “Thank you.” “You'll have to thank Tim when you meet him.” Jazz smiled as she brushed her fingers through Danny's hair again. “It'll only be a matter of time before they all be dropping in.” Barbara chuckled. Danny just hummed a response as he ate. He was slowly cooling off, as he focused on the sugary treat. It definitely helped. He still was mad, and even wanted to cry. Curse tiny body, he so frustrated. It wasn't anything to cry over. Jazz would just take him out, but he wanted to stick with it. Give her some time to herself.. and some to him-self.. even if its in a building with a bunch of actual kids and annoying adults... wait, was he an actual kid? He wasn't an adult when he got turned back. Ugh, his head was starting to hurt again. He took another big bite of the donut, sniffling a bit as he sat up. He refused to look at the two women, knowing they were sympathizing with him. He could hear Babs whisper to Jazz, as if he couldn't hear them. Jazz knew though. Or at least he thinks so. Sometimes he thinks she forgets. He wish he could. Danny furrowed his brows, as he glanced down at his chest. Speaking of, he wasn't just cooling off. His insides felt freezing, almost like heart burn but cold. Danny's eyes widened as he glanced around, the draw of his blood giving him a direction to look. It wasn't cold enough where his breath would show, but he felt the icy pull regardless. It was the same feeling Red Hood gave off. Danny stared at the balcony of the library, somewhere up there. He glanced back down at his donut, before wrapping it up back into the paper towel. He sucked the glaze off his fingers and lips, pushing himself out of the chair. “Where you going Danny?” Jazz noticing something was up. Danny stared at her and Babs for a moment then pointed towards the bathroom. “Bathroom.” then left before Jazz could suspect anymore. She probably did, by the narrowing of her eyes. He could also hear them speak as he disappeared among the bookshelves. “That seemed a little odd.” Babs stated with a chuckle. “As long as he doesn't leave the building, its fine. I hope.” Jazz stated more so as a warning for Danny. He was done with Mrs. hitting stick. If he wanted to terrorize her, he rather do it at school. No, he wanted to follow the source of the unusual chilling sensation. He rubbed his hands on his pants as they still felt a little sticky, as he moved towards the stairs. He glanced to make sure he wasn't in view before climbing them up. Silently, he sneaked around the corners of the shelves. He passed a couple making out at the top, and faked gagged at them, then continued on, keeping close to the shelves not wanting to be seen. He could have went invisible, but if this is who he thought it was. Then it would just reveal more about Danny then it would of the man. Jason was leaning against a table, hidden in the upper part of the library. He got himself lost in a novel. His white streaks of hair curling in front of his face a bit as he read the book in hand. It wasn't until the strange pulsing in his veins, that he was pulled out of the book. It was moving towards a direction. It felt much like a heart beat, but the pulse was traveling to a certain direction then repeating the path. Jason glanced up, ready to fight an run if necessary. He eyed the area to see if anything was amiss- when he spotted a pair of icy blue eyes that almost looked like they glowed in the shade of the bookshelves. It was from a small, probably child form as they quickly ducked back behind the bookshelf. He stood there for a moment watching the spot. He could still feel their presence. Or he assumed. Either way something was telling him they were still there. Jason glanced around his surroundings, then pretended to go back to reading, but kept a visual out of the corner of his eye. They peered around again, those cold blue eyes. They were watching. Jason kept pretending, he didn't notice them, even turning pages of the book. He memorized which page he was on, not that it mattered. He probably check out the book and re-read it from the beginning. The eyes stayed on him, but from what he could tell, they weren't malicious. Just eerie, and felt familiar. Danny? He could make out the hair and small form. His mother seemed normal, why did her child feel eerie. She did mention strange things happen to them. He wasn't sure he wanted to know what, now. “You know, staring is rude kid.” Jason making his glance towards Danny more visible. Danny flinched behind the bookcase for a moment, then peaked out again. He seemed like he was debating on what to say. Jason got a clearer view of him, and immediately felt dumb for feeling so on edge by the tiny child. Supposedly he was eight, almost nine. He was tiny, especially by hiding behind the bookcase. Jason had to keep from snorting as he remembered the kid stating that he could have taken out those muggers on his own. “Want to know what I'm reading?” Jason offered an invitation for the small boy to come over. Danny frowned, “ I can see the title from here.” “Percy Jackson doesn't really give out much information about the story though, does it?” Danny glanced at the book then at Jason. He glanced towards the banister, that peers over the library. He glanced back at Jason, before walking up slowly. “You're not a creep are you?” “Your the one stalking me. If anyone's creepy, its you kid.” Danny snorted, “Fair.”   Jason pulled out the seat next to him, turning it around so Danny could hop on the table next to him. Jason flicked it back to the beginning, as Danny climbed up and sat on the table edge. Jason knelt down a little and started talking about what he was reading, even began reading some of it softly to Danny when it seemed like his interest was peaked. – Jazz glanced at the clock. It had been an hour since Danny “went to the bathroom.” And she was NOT freaking out. Ok, maybe she was a little bit as she bounced her legged nervously. Honestly, she was surprised she was able to keep from freaking out sooner, but she wanted to give Danny his space. She hopped up from her spot, taking some books to put back on the shelf telling Babs, she's going to check on Danny. Babs nodded as she help checked out some books for teenagers. Jazz swiftly turned and made a bee line straight for the bathrooms to check to see if Danny was there. The door to the men's was locked so she knocked. Only to here a young man's voice, hollering occupied. “Sorry.” Jazz turned and quickly walked through the aisles of books, peering through each one for a sign of Danny. “I swear if you're invisible you're in so much trouble little man.” She muttered under her breath as she turned to climb up the stairs. She vocally gagged as she noticed the teenagers that were making out and getting very handsy. Girl's shirt was over her bra. She cleared her throat, glaring at them. “This is a public library. Not a secret make out place. What you do without your parents notice is none of my business but it is not allowed here. Please leave.” She stood with her hands on her hips. “Who made you boss?” The guy huffed as the girl was hurrying to pull her shirt down. “I may not be the boss, but I am an employee. One with a young child that stays here with me.” “Is that how you got pregnant then?” Guy snorted, eyeing her down. The girl smacking his arm for saying something so rude as she pushed herself up. “Leave.” Jazz glared, a slight shine of her eyes sending chills into the teenagers. They quickly packed their stuff and headed down the stairs. Jazz could hear the girl cursing the guy for trying to pick a fight with the librarian. “Obviously someone who isn't from Gotham have to be crazier than inmates in Arkham to live here and you want to pick a fight?!” “She looked like a push over!” “God your dumb Tom!” Jazz rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. She was not in the mood. She turned with a huff. She continued on her search, a frown stretched on her face showing irritation as her anxiety grew. She heard a voice reading aloud, that caught her attention as she slowed her steps, trying not to scare off anyone. Then she heard a small voice, which made her shoulders fall with relief. She quicken her pace again and slowly peered around the bookshelf. She felt her heart skip a beat when she looked at the scene. Jason, the man Tim named earlier was reading to Danny. They were both sitting and half sitting on the table. Danny's feet in the chair as Jason leaned over with the book in front of them. Danny was making jokes and asking questions, derailing the conversation off the book more than once. Jason was making jokes and chatting back, able to eventually get the conversation back onto the book. Jazz smiled, looking at how cute the scene was. She wish she grabbed her phone. Jason glanced at her, making her jump. “Staring at a distance must be a family trait.” he joked. Danny noticed Jazz and then rubbed back of his neck, as he stared down at his kicking feet. Guilt of being caught.  Jazz smiled, glancing back at Jason. “Sorry, I just got worried. Danny said he was going to the bathroom.” she glanced back at Danny with a raised brow. “I did.” Not. Jazz just was relieved Danny was up here, though it was odd he was hanging out with a stranger. She definitely was going to give him a refresher lecture when they get home. Especially about not telling her where he is. “Tyke looked curious at what I was reading, so I shared. Sorry.” Jason ruffling Danny's hair. Danny hissed, “Its Danny.” “No, don't be. That was very sweet of you, Jason was it?” Jazz smiled. “Yeah,” Jason glancing off to the side, embarrassed. “Its nothing.” Danny squinted his eyes glancing between them too. Jazz smiled, “Even so, most would just tell an annoying kid to run off.” “Hey!” “Danny, I love you, but we both know your notorious for purposely getting on people's nerves.” Jazz chuckled. Danny stuck his tongue out, crossing his arms. “Great faith you have in your child, MOM.” “I just know my kid.” Jazz reaching over to pinch Danny's cheek teasingly. He hissed pushing her hand away. “It wasn't bad. My little brother does the same thing, though its more to look up dirt on me than anything else. Got him to read pride and prejudice.” Jason grinned. “Oh really? Sounds like you got experience.” Jazz chuckled. Jason shrugged, “Not really. I just like to share books.” Danny squinted his eyes again, staring at them suspiciously. “Well, perhaps teach me on day. Its usually so hard to get Danny to read.” “No its not. I just don't like your books.” Danny huffed leaning back. “Fair.” Jazz couldn't blame him, they did have different tastes. If it wasn't a factual book about space, she didn't know what Danny like to read. Even space themed things seem to not excite him much anymore. Not many things did. He was often depressed now a days, she did try her best to help. Jason shrugged, “Usually just knowing an audience. I know how the little demon brat is.. my brother, so its not too hard to guess.” Jazz nodded with a hum, maybe she wasn't taking enough noticed in little things. Maybe she was just too keen on old Danny was.. Danny did show interest in Grey Ghost. Perhaps he needs more material focused on powerful kids. She glanced at the book, maybe that's why he was interested in it. “Thank you. Oh, I guess I better put these up.” She remembered she grabbed books to put up. “Be good, Danny.” “No promises.” Jazz shook her head, then waved to Jason as she turned to find out where these books went. A smile back on her face as her worries had been washed away. She still wished she got a picture. Danny glanced back at Jason once Jazz was out of ear shot. “....You're not going to try and date my mom, are you?” “Little early for the shovel talk, ain't it?” Jason grinned at the spunk of this kid. “Never too early.” “Nah, kid.” Jason snorted ruffling Danny's hair. “Danny!” He hissed.

“I'm not interested in dating. My life isn't the most stable.” Jason often moved from safe house to safe house, plus the drama of his family and fighting crime, a relationship sounded like too much of a burden to place on someone. Never knowing when he's just going to up and disappear.. or worse, if he becomes rogue again. Danny blinked, staring at him hard, as if he was analyzing him. Kid really would fit in too well at the manor. Another reason he would not date Jazz, even if he liked her. He didn't need to be exposed to that kind of life, if he ended up dying because Joker wanted to get into their heads again. Jason shook the thought away as it made his blood boil. The steady pulsing keeping his mind on track, Danny was still there. “Okay.” Danny kicked his feet playfully, “Sooooo what happens next?” Danny was leaning and staring at the book, Jason just grinned, leaning back up against the table next to him. “Guess we have to find out, won't we?”

#danny phantom #batman #dp x dc #dc #danny fenton #jazz fenton #jason todd #tim drake #barbara gordon #fanfic #crossover #raising phantom #deaged #batfam

[belleandkurtbastian]

Further thoughts on Love Simon and its adaptational changes from Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda:

Simon’s family

The one change that jumped out to me while listening to the audiobook that I felt was absolutely necessary if adapting it to screen was cutting the character of Alice. It’s the lowest-hanging fruit, and you could absolutely do something interesting with Nora to keep some of Alice’s aspects in the character.

Which… they sort of did? I mean, ultimately, Nora in the film is a VERY different character than in the book. But this makes sense because:

They also drastically changed Simon’s parents. Or… they’re not actually that DIFFERENT, it’s just that the film cut the entire plot thread about them being overbearing and embarrassing. They’re still pretty much as overbearing and easygoing as they are in the book, but them learning from this isn’t really part of the film.

Oh, also, they did give some of Alice’s character traits to the mom, specifically the outspoken feminism stuff. It did feel a little shoe-horned in though.

That said, I actually do like the efficiency with which they addressed the ‘Jack makes jokes about gay people’ stuff. They brought forward the tension between Simon and Jack to ‘earlier’ in the story, and they did actually show him doing it a couple of times, without having it be a major throughline that would require more time from him.

So Simon’s family is different, but I think that makes sense. The throughline of the story is really about Simon, Blue, and their friends. Simon’s family is a secondary emotional and plot centre.

Leah and Abby

This is a small thing, but Abby lives on the way to school rather than far away in another direction. This is purely a cinematographic affordance, but it does make sense because they cut time from the later parts of the book’s story and so cut the need for Abby to be so far away…

But the main thing I want to talk about is [Leah/Abby]’s parents’ divorce.

In the book, it’s Leah’s parents who are divorced because her dad cheated on her mom.

In the film, they instead combined this character trait from Leah into Abby’s backstory of moving from DC. (In the book, Abby’s dad and brother are still in DC but her dad is looking for a job in Georgia still).

And… I have mixed feelings about this. I’m not thrilled about the way that this makes Leah, who was already the most opaque character to me in the book, into an even less-fleshed-out character…

But I do admit that moving that moment onto Abby (and effectively moving Simon’s ‘I don’t really know people’ revelation from the book WAY earlier in the film) gives a little more weight to Simon choosing to come out to Abby before anyone else. There’s a moment of very obvious connection there, and I think that works in a medium where we don’t have moment-to-moment narration of Simon’s headspace.

While talking about Leah… I think her having a crush on Simon makes sense, but I’m also not sure I like the adaptational change because it DOES make the falling out feel like it’s based on Leah being upset Simon rebuffed her… Which isn’t REALLY supposed to be the text there, but that is how it came across to me. Though it does at least give Leah more concrete motives and characterisation. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Leah is the book character who needed a second book to flesh out.

Teachers

This is quick, but the vice-principal is, bar none, my LEAST favourite adaptational change. He feels like he exists to serve the sole purpose of separating Simon from his phone once, but they kept him around to just be a bit creepy and weird… I think the film would ONLY be enhanced by removing this character, even if that left Ms Albright as the ONLY staff member with any significant screentime.

Speaking of Ms. Albright… “She doesn’t like men.” … Okay, first of all, I think the book did a much better job with this, because I KNEW Ms. Albright was a lesbian from the book, despite the book never outright stating it. And I even think the dressing-down she gives the homophobes later in the film does a good job of that too. It doesn’t HAVE to be explicitly stated, it can be implied and that can be fine.

Ethan and Cal

I’m lumping these together (though I will mention Cal again later) because I think there’s an interesting juxtaposition.

First of all: I’m not 100% sure how I feel about Ethan… I think the lack of out gay (male) students at the school was an important facet of the book… But I don’t think adding a single gay student actually breaks the larger point being made with that. And I will admit that it does allow some more pointed conversations later in the film between them. I actually quite like the Simon-and-Ethan scenes after the homophobe stuff.

But on the flipside from Ethan, a character who wasn’t in the book… We have Cal, a character who was BARELY in the film. And this one is more confusing to me.

I think partially they just didn’t have the bandwidth to flesh Cal out as much as he was in the book (which, admittedly, wasn’t a HUGE amount even then…) They made him the pianist for the play, which got him out of the spotlight of being stage manager, and then only really had him interact with Simon once, after the outing.

But the reason I’m putting him alongside Ethan is because… the film outright cuts Cal being bi. Which is… weird to me. There are no canonically bi or lesbian characters in the film, which feels like a let down because the book does discuss the different social ‘acceptance’ of gay men, gay women, and bisexual people within the emails (both actual acceptance as well as the ‘lesbians are hot’ trope).

Martin and the blackmail

Martin feels a lot slimier of a character in the film… I think some of that is probably just SEEING him doing the things he does, because he actually really isn’t written THAT differently at all.

But the more interesting thing to me is that in the film, Simon is MUCH more willing in helping Martin than in the book.

Not to say he doesn’t help Martin in the book at all, but the book goes to great lengths to show Simon trying to avoid committing to helping him get Abby, and also has Martin feeling like he’s not helping ENOUGH…

In the film, Simon EXPLICITLY agrees early on to help Martin, and is generally a LOT more interventionist in his friend group. He’s more forceful about pushing Nick away from Abby.

Oh, also, Martin tagging along WITH Simon and his friends to the party, instead of just showing up at the address… Does actually plug a plothole from the book that didn’t need plugging. How did Martin know where Garrett’s house was in the book? It’s explicitly stated that SIMON doesn’t know it.

The Blues

I think that having Simon imagine each of the Blue candidates in the situations they described makes a lot of sense as an adaptational change. Because the film doesn’t take place in Simon’s first-person perspective, and the long descriptions of Bram’s fingers and legs, or Cal’s hair and eyes… just would not adapt well. So I do get it.

I also don’t entirely disagree with the decision to cut Simon lusting after his classmates physically from the film. It ends up a point of contention with Blue in the book (actually one that feels like it fizzles out rather than resolving) that Simon is attracted to Cal, and the way the plot was chopped and changed in the film wouldn’t have really left bandwidth for that plot point…

Also, given the cutting back of Cal’s character, I was surprised to see that he was still a Blue candidate.

And upgrading Lyle from a character who is LITERALLY mentioned twice in the book in passing to being a Blue candidate, someone who clearly knows who Simon is, and a romantic false-lead for Abby… I think that worked. I’m actually surprised how I like that adaptation…

Also Simon and Lyle are the most awkward people in the world.

OH! And I’m glad that the film cut the part where Simon spirals over whether Blue really is Martin or not. That was excruciating in the book, and I think that adapting that into the film wouldn’t have worked.

Bram, in particular.

Bram’s characterisation is different…

He’s less reserved in person in the film, and some of the things that were part of entire email exchanges in the book (Oreos, for instance)… are just part of his character in the film.

This is an adaptational change that makes sense, because as we said above, the film is working with a more limited time to characterise Blue and we need to actually have seen Bram and Simon interact earlier in the film because we lose the post-reveal interactions between them.

(Simon and Bram get together about 80% of the way through the book. In audiobook terms, they are together as a couple for about 90 minutes, almost the entire runtime of the film. So it makes sense that Bram would need characterising earlier in the film.)

That said, I think Bram being a bit more outgoing and talkative loses something… Because with the adapting out of Cal’s personality too… this kind of removes the underlying ‘type’ that Simon has. In every Blue candidate in the book, Simon likes their reservedness that’s hiding hidden depths. Even with Martin, Simon finds his awkwardness endearing more than his outspoken aspects…

Changes to The Reveal and Fallout.

So, this is the main thing that had to be changed. There is just too much plot in the back half of the book that just couldn’t ALL stay intact or in the order it happened in.

First of all: Martin outright publishing the screenshots instead of just a bizarre homophobic text post… makes sense, but it also drastically changes the PLOT of the second half in a way that I think is ultimately worse.

Secondly: Simon’s friends falling out with him AT the same time as the reveal is… not my favourite choice. I completely agree that in adapting the book they needed to condense the ebb and flow of people falling out… But I don’t overall like the fact that Simon is outed AND loses his friends in the span of a week.

That one comes back to Nick… I think that if Abby found out about Martin’s blackmail FROM Martin as in the book, Simon could have been spared Nick a little.

But the main adaptational changes I don’t really like in this regard… are about Blue.

By having Blue delete his email address after the outing, we lose a really interesting power dynamic between Simon and Blue that is the throughline for the second half of the book.

In the book, Simon gets outed without Blue being directly involved… And over the course of the middle of the book, it becomes clearer and clearer to Blue who Jacques is. So for much of the middle of the second half, Blue KNOWS who Simon is, but still can’t tell Simon who he is, and that leads to a lot of tension both ways.

We lose that in the film.

And moreso than that, we lose the privacy of Simon and Blue’s relationship.

Book!Blue would NOT have taken well to Simon declaring his love for Blue publicly on CreekSecrets and arranging very publicly a meetup that EVERYONE would attend.

And yes, obviously, their relationship is public pretty soon after they get together in the book too, but I feel like the hope and intimacy of the moment works so much better when the ‘I know you’ email is a private thing between them, and not a public declaration. Again: Book!Blue is much more reserved.

We also lose the final 20% of the book almost entirely. We don’t get to see Bram and Simon on dates, or just existing together as a couple or fooling around in the auditorium… And this is a sacrifice that is made in the film for runtime reasons and because the way film narratives climax doesn’t lend itself to a long dénouement… But it feels like a real loss, because ultimately SEEING Simon and Bram being together is the payoff for the several hours of seeing them making their way there.

Was this the right medium?

I don’t think that a film was the right way to adapt this story, ultimately.

The book is semi-epistolary. 13 of the first 26 chapters are JUST email exchanges between Jacques and Blue, and there are more emails later in the book too. The narrative of the book has multiple conflicts and resolutions throughout, underneath the overarching plot…

I think the best adaptation of this book was not as a 2-hour film. It would have been as a 3- or 4-hour series. The emails work as a framing device, a series would have allowed more room for narration and imagination spots, we could have seen more of EACH of the Blue candidates.

Obviously, a series would still have required significant rewrites and adaptation… You couldn’t have had the final episode be JUST Simon and Bram happy together, for instance, and I think you’d still have cut out Alice from the plot…

But I think that there are ways to rearrange the book into a series format that keeps the soul of the story a lot more coherently than the film did.

I don’t think it’s a coincidence on that front that the next story in this universe on screen was a series instead of a film.

#love simon #simon vs the homo sapiens agenda #simon vs the homosapiens agenda #svthsa #long post

[liliumsabyss]

Eleuthromania

Chapter Two:

FEM DNI (I SWEAR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

Ch.1, Ch.2(You are here), Ch.3(Coming Soon),

Sugawara x Male Reader

TW: Threats directed towards the reader, implied family issues, cussing, implied shitty family, uncomfortable situation, and awkward Sugawara.

Word Count: 1.39k

Summary: When a bird with clipped wings and a prince fall in love. Part of my Fairytale aligned series. (Not an AU)

A/N: I did give the Vice-Principal a name for current and future plot purposes.

Key:

(H/c) = Hair Color

(E/c) = Eye Color

(S/c) = Skin Color

“The hair fell down, and the prince climbed up.”

Third POV:

The volleyball team proceeded as they usually did with the many drills and warm-ups before practice. It was a perfectly normal day until Daichi decided to speak up.

“ Hey, I put up more forms for another manager opening.” The captain said, catching the team's attention reasonably quickly as Tanaka and Nishinoya went to defend Kiyoko’s capability as a manager. The rest did not care as much; however, it piqued some of their interest.

Meanwhile, a (h/c) haired boy was wandering the campus on his way to the gym with the small list of supplies in his hand that he had mysteriously found the previous day. The leaves had slowly been turning orange, yellow and red hues, complementing the slightly grey-er sky that had been illuminated with bright yellow rays despite having a somewhat chillier draft. The boy continued on his way, admiring the trees as he hummed a soft tune strolling along his way. His path was soon interrupted by the large gym where the volleyball team resided. He walked up the cement steps before pushing on the large wooden door. It creaked open, showing little proof of being updated within the past twenty years. A tall brunette noticed the boy at the door and quickly rushed to him.

“ You can come in, you know?” The tall brunette said before stepping to the side as the other male shuffled in, closing the door behind him to diminish the draft. 

“ Him im Daichi the captain. What do you need?” Daichi asked very friendly (Y/n).

“ Uh actually, I found this list in the hallway yesterday and figured it May need returning,” (Y/n) responded, holding up the supplies list and subtly shifting his gaze to look around only to see a silver-haired male look in pure terror before turning back. Daichi briefly also looked over to the vice-captain, quickly putting two and two together.

"Oh well, thanks for that..." The male said, trailing off in hopes of hinting he wanted his name as he saw Sugawara flustered off in the corner, freaking about but still listening in.

" Uh, it's (L/n)(Y/n)," The other male responded quickly, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"Ok thanks (L/n)! If there is anything more, you need feel free to talk to me or my vice-captain, Sugawara." He said, gesturing towards the silver-haired male.

"Ok, thank you!" The other said, bowing quickly before turning around, ready to head out. When the large doors to the gymnasium opened, letting in a large draft, a man in a suit with a very obvious toupee walked in. The sight of him nearly made Tanaka, Nishinoya, and Hinata start cackling. Sugawara chuckled slightly to himself in remembrance of the previous occurring events. However, Daichi and (Y/n) face dropped for different reasons but still dropped non the less.

" Vice-Principal," "Gushiken-sama," Both terrified males said at once, bowing out of respect and utter terror. The older man just looked at both of them before addressing them.

"Daichi," he said, nodding to the male and turning towards the (h/c) haired one, " (L/n) are you becoming their manager as you would not have any other reason to be here." The Vice-Principal said sharply enough for everyone in the room to wince.

" Um, No sir, I was just returning an item that was dropped." (Y/n) said, looking towards the ground.

"Oh well, then you will be filling the new manager position regardless, as that is what your family requires of you." The older male responded abruptly, as most of the team was in shock at the exchange. (Y/n)'s eyes went wind as he struck his head upwards to look the man in the eye, teeth clenched and fists tightened.

"No, I won't, sports are fucking stupid!" The (h/c) male stated sharply, fuming at the thought. Most of the team was taken off guard and even slightly offended.

" No, you will unless you want your father to hear of this." The other said back in response, coolly to coolly for mosts comfort. The teen in terror just nodded and excepted defeat.

" Yes, Gushiken-sama." He said, bowing once again.

" Ok then, (L/n) will be your new manager please show him around." The man with a suit said before leaving.

The team was still shocked at the change of events.

"So...um...how are we going to do this now..." Hinata asked, a bit confused.

"I have no idea." The new "manager" said, annoyed as he just looked at everyone.

"What do we do now." Nishinoya asked as Kiyoko was too busy listening in to speak.

" Well, I guess we gotta give him a uniform," Tanaka said awkwardly, as everyone was uncomfortable with the aura of the room.

"Well then...Does anyone have a spare uniform? I don't really want to wear the girls..." He said as he looked down.

" I think we do, wait here," Sugawara said before dashing off to his locker. The (h/c) male looked around again before taking a seat on the bench. The only people who decided to converse with him were Daichi and Asahi, who were quiet and friendly despite the other's clear distaste for the situation. Luckily, Sugawara returned with a uniform not long after handing it to the other, but when (Y/n) reached up to grab it, his hand briefly brushed against the vice-captain. The silver-haired male's ears quickly flushed as he let go, and a small tsk came out of the (h/c) haired male but faded as he walked away towards the locker rooms.

" So that's what you got distracted by huh." Daichi said turning to Sugawara.

"Oh, shut up." Sugawara said quickly, trying to hide his reddening face. As Daichi and Asahi looked at each other, it didn't take a genius to figure out that their friend was obviously a little smitten with the (h/c) male it just took them off guard slightly. Especially considering the fact that he had never shown any interest in guys previously. The (h/c) male walked out of the locker room in his practice uniform with a volleyball under his arm. He looked around for a second before Daichi walked up to him.

"Hey, so you gonna warm up today?" He said to (Y/n), responding with a nod. The brunette smiled and called to the rest of the team. They all warmed up and practiced as normal until the end of practice. (Y/n) and Daichi stayed behind with Sugawara, handing over a clipboard and a pen.

"Okay, so you got the roster, and if you have any questions, just ask me. Also, as an assistant manager, you just help the manager and communicate with the coach if we ever get one." Daichi said as the (h/c) male listened too. The other nodded and headed out, walking out into the parking lot. The (h/c) male was still looking through the roster as he walked. The silver-haired male stayed waiting with him before turning.

" Hey, I know you don't seem to like sports, and um it seems that you like music but just give it a chance it might surprise you I mean, they certainly have." The male said, smiling, indicating to the rest of the team who was walking ahead. (Y/n) looked in shock at the true sincerity of his smile and statement, as he did not receive much that day. However, he didn't notice that a soft smile of his own crept on his face.

" Thanks." He softly stated before turning the other way to head out. Little did he know that smile struck an arrow through Sugawara's heart. He had never completely understood Nishinoya and Tanaka's fawning over Kiyoko, but he sure as hell did now.

" Bye." He said, flustered, before quickly running to catch the others. What a sweet guy, the (h/c) haired male thought as he walked until something struck him how the fuck did this guy know he was into music...unless? He stopped in his tracks completely before swerving around.

" YOU EASDROPPING BASTARD" he screeched but quickly was defeated as the group had already been far out of earshot he could only make out the blobs of Orange, brown, blond, green, and the one blob of silvery moonlight hair.

#x male reader #sugawara x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #male reader #gay #male reader insert #sugawara fluff #sugawara angst #male!reader

[forsty]

FIC: It’s Time to Let Go

ANOTHER FIC? nice 

Fandom: Top Gun / Top Gun: Maverick

Rating:  general audiences

Warnings: None

Words:   2298  

Summary: Iceman has a chat with Rooster about Maverick related things. Or as I titled it in my google documents: "Iceman smacking Rooster at the back of the head"

Read it on Ao3!

The Top Gun breakroom was once again filled with loud and energetic fighter pilots eager to spend their short free time relaxing. Hangman and Coyote were in an intense battle over a game of foosball. Bob and Phoenix were sitting on the opposite couch, laughing and showing each other stuff on their phones. Phoenix always had a cute giggle, the way her nose scrunched up. Bob kept having to shove his glasses back into place with every laugh. Fanboy and Payback could be heard in a heated but friendly discussion to the right by the bar along with Halo and Fritz.

Rooster was sitting opposite of Bob and Phoenix, his arm leaning on the couch rest and his phone in the other hand, scrolling through news apps. Hangman had leaned over his shoulder earlier and said in his usual demeaning way,

“What’s with old people and reading the news all the time?”

Which had earned him a giggle from Coyote and an annoyed huff from Rooster. He wasn’t in the mood to come with some snarky comeback.

“Rooster.” Warlock’s voice by the door made every pilot in the room look up. Rooster turned his head to look, a question mark printed on his face. Warlock seemed uneasy with everyone’s attention on him, but the older pilot quickly re-asserted himself.

“Admiral Kazansky wishes to speak with you. In Cyclone’s office.”

All heads turned to look at Rooster and the pilot swallowed hard.

“Now?” He asked, knowing it was a stupid question.

“Yeah, Rooster. Now. You don’t keep the admiral waiting.” Warlock answered, waiting for the pilot to get off the couch.

“Right, sorry Sir.” Rooster answered and got up, walking towards Warlock and the door like he was a kid in school walking towards the principal’s office. All eyes followed him as he moved past them.

“Ooooh, someone’s in big trouble.” Hangman’s voice said, a wicked grin on his face as Rooster walked past him. Ignoring Hangman has gotten easier over the years.

The room was still silent even after Rooster and Warlock had left, everyone’s gaze still at the door. Being summoned by Admiral Tom “Iceman” Kazansky was not something Top Gun pilots took lightly.

“He must be in big trouble.” Coyote said. “Wonder what he did…”.

Bob and Phoenix shared looks. The curiosity that seeped out of her was almost visible and for a moment Bob feared his best friend might follow to eavesdrop.

“Rest in peace, Rooster… You will be missed.” Payback said somberly and most of the pilots laughed, as if being summoned by Admiral Kazanksy was a death sentence.

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Warlock held the door to Cyclone’s office and Rooster brushed past him, giving the Commander an awkward “thank you” nod, who returned the nod and closed the door behind him.

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky was standing by the row of windows, surveying whatever was going on outside. Ice rarely came to the base these days, if he even did at all. Rooster couldn’t remember the last time he had seen the Admiral walk those halls. They were alone in the office, Cyclone was nowhere to be seen. At Ice’s request, Rooster guessed.

“Sir, you wanted to see me?” Rooster declared and stood a bit straighter, addressing the Admiral. Ice let out a long sigh as Rooster’s voice filled the room. The older man seemed tired.  

“Let’s drop the formalities, kid.” Ice said, his voice hoarse and he turned to look at Rooster.

“Right now, I’m not your admiral.” he said and pointed towards the chair that was seated beside the chair Ice was turning his attention towards. Rooster moved on instinct to support the older man, but Ice held up a hand, denying the help.

“If you’re not my admiral, then what are you?” Rooster asked as he stepped closer, hesitant to sit down. Ice stared at him and patted the seat next to him.

“What I’ve always been since you were six. Your Uncle Ice. Now sit.”

Rooster obeyed and sat down next to Ice who leaned back and let out another sigh. His ice blue eyes bored into Rooster, who had let out a small chuckle. It had been some years since Rooster had called the admiral ‘Uncle Ice.’

“We need to talk about Mav.”

Rooster immediately wrinkled his nose and his eyebrows furrowed. He twisted in his seat but sat quietly once Ice’s strong hand landed on his arm, as if to keep him from flying away.

“Ice, I’m not-”

“You will listen. You know me, I’m not like Mav. I’m not going to wrap you up in bubble wrap or treat you like you might break. I’ve always been honest and direct with you.”

Rooster felt like he was 14 years old again, standing in front of Ice who stood tall and proud with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow as the older pilot glared down at him. Rooster had picked a fight with a classmate which had resulted in a busted lip and being sent home, plus suspended for two days. Mav had been on assignment, leaving the kid to face Uncle Ice.

He loved Uncle Ice with his whole heart. He had been a welcome addition to their strange little family when Mav first brought him home when Rooster was six. They had been careful around each other at first, Rooster’s caution due to the man being a stranger, and Ice’s caution because he wasn’t used to children. If there was one thing Iceman did best, it was learning fast. It didn’t take long before the two of them were best friends.

“-and I always appreciated that.” Rooster said softly, looking at Ice. The older pilot’s eyes softened along with his grip on Rooster’s arm. It had been years since Rooster felt connected to either of his uncles, but he suddenly realized how much he burned for that connection once more.

“So, about Mav.” Ice began, and there was that tension that vibrated through Rooster's body once again. Sixteen years of anger and bitterness wouldn’t go away that easily.

Ice, sensing Rooster’s tension, fastened his grip on the younger pilot's arm.

“This has been going on for long enough, and I’m tired of it. I know Mav is and I know you are as well.” Ice said, and when Rooster was about to protest, the admiral held up his other hand in a ‘I’m speaking’- manner.

“I know, believe me, kid, I know it hurt you and I know it still does.”

Rooster was about to protest again. ‘Hurt’ was an understatement, but Ice shot him a look and the younger pilot kept his silence.

“Mav, he…. Sometimes people are met with choices. Impossible choices, but they are still choices we have to make. Mav made a choice. Whether that choice was right… I can’t say.” Ice paused and surveyed Rooster’s face. The younger pilot was tense, but he was listening.

“He loves you, and he always will.” Ice’s voice was soft and quiet, and he spoke the honest truth. Rooster finally met his uncle's eyes.

“Even after everything? The way I treated him all those years? Ignored him?” Rooster asked, his voice quiet. There had been moments in the past sixteen years where Rooster had missed his Uncle Mav to the point of contacting him. Held the phone in his hand with Mav’s number ready or typed out a text message and all he needed was to press send. There had been times Rooster had really needed his Uncle Maverick.

Ice’s face melted into a smile Rooster hadn’t seen since he was a kid.

“Even after everything. He understands your anger, Bradley. He doesn’t blame you. He just misses you and worries about you.” Ice said.

Rooster looked away from his uncle and down at his shoes. How strange for a 35 year old grown man to suddenly feel like a vulnerable teenager again.

Ice leaned back in his seat and regarded Rooster. A smile spread across his face as he watched his unofficial godson. Maverick was Rooster’s godfather, but Ice was his “unofficial godfather”.

“You know… Parents will always love their children, no matter what they do. It’s what parents do. Maverick will never stop caring for you.” Ice’s voice was soft but firm, needing to get his point across.

Rooster let out a sigh and for a moment Ice felt relieved that perhaps he had gotten through to him.

“But what he did… I don’t know how to… I don’t know how to put it behind me, Uncle Ice.” Rooster’s usual deep voice was so quiet, Ice almost didn’t hear him.

“I don’t know how, or even if I can forgive him.”

Ice’s gaze didn’t leave where it was fixated on watching Rooster’s face, whose own gaze was facing down. The admiral nodded and squeezed his grip on the pilot's arm once more.

“If not for Maverick, or for yourself….” Ice began and he leaned in closer, making sure he had Rooster’s attention,

“Do it for your father.”

Ice’s voice was strict and clear, and Rooster immediately met his uncle’s eyes, his heart skipping a beat. Had it been anyone else who had said those words, brought his father into this, he would have opted to respond with fists instead. But it was Ice who had said it, so Rooster only stared at him.

“Do it for Goose.” Ice continued, his voice softer. “He would have hated to see you two like this and you know that, Bradley.”

Ice had always been direct with him. He never sugarcoated anything or tried to shield Rooster, which the younger pilot knew and had often appreciated. He figured he shouldn’t have been surprised that Ice would pull a move like that, and besides, Ice was right. The guilt he had felt the last years towards his father, who he barely remembered, had somehow made his bitterness even worse.

Rooster’s eyes fell down to the floor again.

“That’s unfair of you, Ice.” he said quietly.

“Perhaps it is, kid.” the admiral said and leaned back in his seat, sighing.

The pair sat in silence for a few more minutes. Rooster’s gaze didn’t dare meet Ice, or else his strong composure might break under the icy eyes of his bonus uncle. Ice kept his attention out the window beside them, occasionally looking over at Rooster.

“Well, my boy. I’ve said my piece.” Ice finally spoke out and made movements to get up from his chair. Rooster was beside his uncle in a heartbeat to help the older pilot, which the admiral accepted this time. Once both pilots were standing, Ice patted Rooster’s shoulders.

“The rest is up to you, kid.” The admiral spoke and with a final affectionate pat to Rooster’s shoulder, he headed towards the door leaving him alone in Cyclone’s office.

Rooster stood there for several minutes after Ice had left, staring out the windows and lost in his own thoughts. It took Warlock three times calling his name before Rooster’s head finally turned towards him.

Warlock was standing in the door, one hand resting on the door handle and one eyebrow raised.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw, are you hearing me?” Warlock called again, his voice was stern but his eyes showed concern. Rooster nodded awkwardly and swallowed the lump in his throat that he didn’t know had formed there.

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”

“Cyclone would like his office back, if you don’t mind?”

“Not at all. I’m sorry, sir.” Rooster said flustered and walked towards Warlock, who gave him a smile as he passed him in the door.

Once in the hallway, Rooster headed towards the Top Gun break room but stopped in his tracks after just a few steps. The hallway before him was filled with his fellow pilots, all vaguely acting aloof.

Hangman and Coyote were looking at some pictures on the wall next to them, which Rooster knew wouldn’t interest the pair under normal circumstances. Phoenix and Bob were standing by the opposite wall, Phoenix pretending to fix her hair (which didn’t even need fixing) and Bob was typing on his phone (which, by the angle he was standing, Rooster could tell wasn’t even turned on). Payback and Fanboy stood a bit further down the hall, Payback pointing at the ceiling and Fanboy nodding along as if they were inspecting something which clearly wasn’t there. Rooster furrowed his brow at the sight of them.

“Don’t tell me you were eavesdropping?” Rooster called out and everyone looked at him, Bob nearly dropping his phone in the process. Rooster sure knew how to get people’s attention.

“Of course not. Us eavesdrop on you and the admiral ? Why the heck would we do that?” Hangman said and placed a toothpick in his mouth, pointing his grin at Rooster who narrowed his eyes at the Texan. Hangman shrugged and started walking down the hallway, Coyote following in tow and then followed by Payback and Fanboy who both gave Rooster a little wave.

Rooster followed and Phoenix and Bob walked behind him. Phoenix picked up her pace and poked Rooster’s arm.

“So what did the admiral want to talk to you about? You’re not in trouble are you? That stunt you and Maverick pulled? Is that it?” She asked and eyed him suspiciously. Rooster could feel Bob stare at him too, same questions burning behind those innocent doe eyes.

Rooster sighed, but didn’t look at either of them as they walked back to the break room.

“Nothing important, maybe I’ll tell you later.” he answered, earning an unimpressed raised eyebrow from Phoenix.

He knew Phoenix was making a mental note of bugging him about it further later, he knew she didn’t give up that easily. A part of him appreciates it, knowing that people actually cared.

Knowing that Uncle Maverick still cared.

#Top gun #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #tom iceman kazansky #fanfic #writing #forsty fic #anyway

[hexedrosel-arts]

Loves me not

Post before bed, this is word vomit

Warnings: Panic attacks and referenced/implied child neglect

Teddy was verbal when he showed love. He said his words freely.

It made him different from his family. His mother never spoke to her boys, always working, cooking, cleaning, anything but talking, even if the staff around the house would do such chores for her. On good days she would give her sons a hug though. His father was never present for him, acknowledgement from him was enough for Teddy. Then Felix, oh poor Felix, compliments from him were nothing, he never talked nice to Teddy, or anyone but father. Felix never showed affection the way their parents did, even if that was minimal anyways.

Teddy was open, the ray of light compared to his family, wearing red instead of the family’s blue.

But he never spoke like his mother, Felix thought his voice was annoying, father never said anything about his voice, but he was more pleasant when Teddy didn’t speak. So Teddy didn’t speak unless addressed, because that meant being seen by his father and a happy Felix. Teddy liked it when Felix was happy, he never smiled but he felt warmer, and he hugged him, only at night in their room before bed of course. When Felix was truly happy, he asked father to allow Teddy to wear his red suit, under the reason that it would be easier to identify the two from each other. But when he got his suit, Teddy saw Felix smile, little dimples that faded as quickly as they came. Felix muttered that he was now owed a debt from giving Teddy a suit he actually liked.

Teddy knew the other kids didn’t like Felix. That never saw the twins ever smile, even when getting their pictures taken.

He returned his debt by letting Felix into smart class. Many forget that the twins were on the same level of learning, Felix forgot himself. Teddy smiled at that though, in private with flowers he took from mother’s flower garden. He always plucked the green ones first, because he wanted friends over and one was allergic to them. Even though they stopped being friends when father found out, Teddy still did it, a little ritual. Every night, before bed he would take a flower, count the petals and pluck.

Felix loves me

Felix loves me not

Felix loves me

Felix loves me not

Felix loves me

Always counting before plucking, as to make sure it ends in love. Teddy made sure of it, because if it ends with that it was true. The only green flower he never plucked was the one at school, because when father found out about his friend, Felix told him to stop making friends. Felix made a plan to get rid of his friend, because of his mom’s business, he planned that with all the other kids though. Teddy’s smart friend because she could back stab Applesoft at any moment, the principal’s kid, because she was a snitch who meant no good. The other kids, though Teddy didn’t remember the reason. Teddy never had friends after they found out. It didn’t make him sad, because it made his brother happy, even if he doesn’t smile for anything unless father is happy with him.

The new kids didn’t know, they had only arrived that day.

The noise was too much that day, Teddy tried to ignore the pain and the noise, the pain of loneliness and the noise of everyone else having friends. The new girl approached him, asking him to be her boyfriend.

“My brother is the better choice, miss… Though I appreciate the offer.”

“Don’t put yourself like that! Do you want to be lonely forever? Cause acting like that is a good way-”

“He likes it, and if that makes him happy then I’ll do it happily. He’s my brother and I love him when he’s happy like that”

Teddy never stands his ground, he just wanted to be left alone, to get to lunch and back to Felix. Back to safety, where someone could talk some sense into his head. The girl left, for a little bit, Teddy hoped that she would be quick.

“Hey, does your brother say he loves you back?”

“Why does that matter to you? I can’t speak to you, he wouldn’t like it, he’ll be mad and not happy…” “So he doesn’t, he doesn’t love you like you do.”

He looked at the girl, eyes widened. The tears were preparing to fall,

“Go away! He does, the flowers say so. He isn’t allowed to say it but he does!”

The tears fell, but he stayed soft spoken, because yelling when he cried made Felix upset. Felix couldn’t see or hear him, but he was to be respected, after all Teddy loves him.

A handkerchief dries his tears, the new girl was sitting next to him now, he could feel eyes upon him but he ignored it. The only thoughts were how he would disappoint Felix by crying in school.

“I’m not usually this nice, but how sad. Being someone with a brother who doesn’t love them.”

“Cindy, could you give him a moment? Nugget thinks he needs a breather.”

“I agree with Nugget on this one, which is a surprise.”

“Leave him alone, new kid, he needs it…”

“Hey Felix, do you know that if you squeeze someone’s hand three times, it means you love them?”

It was gym, father wanted to keep his kids active. Teddy was happy the end of the day came as quickly as it started. His face wasn’t as red as it was lunch, luckily Felix was busy with another kid. But Felix seemed worried, even though his face never showed those feelings. His eyes did, Teddy studied them all the time. Passing the ball, it stopped at Felix’s feet, Teddy looked up confused,

“Felix are you okay?”

“Theodore, what happened before lunch?”

Those cold eyes filled with worry softened for the first time in months. Teddy almost cried again, but he froze, looking away he said it was nothing. After all, Felix didn’t need to know that he cried over nothing, just like the dumb kid he was.

“Theodore, you answer me properly.”

“Nothing.”

“Theodore, you don’t cry over nothing.”

Teddy looked back, Felix got closer, dodgeball forgotten. Closer, Teddy backed away, Felix kept walking towards him, worrying was filling his face more. Teddy kept going away, tears started forming again when he hit the wall and Felix held his hand.

“Felix please understand. I- I didn’t cry, I just got a sunburn, yeah a sunburn on my face.”

“I’m not mad, I just want the truth, father can’t hear us here. We can speak to each other.”

No one was looking this time, too busy, Teddy cried, he couldn’t speak anymore. It would hurt Felix, Felix would tell father, Teddy would be ignored again for talking with the new kids, the pain would increase. Everything felt blurry, the floor spun, Felix’s eyes just kept staring though. Then Teddy felt a squeeze, then a second and a third.

“Teddy breath, what are three things you see?”

“You, the-the wall, and a basketball.”

“That’s good, three things you can hear?”

“Your voice” Teddy hiccupped, “and someone arguing… I think. My own voice. Sorry”

“You’re doing well Teddy, okay move at least three parts of your body.”

Teddy moved closer to Felix, resting his head on his shoulder. Still crying, but the world didn’t spin anymore. He hugged Felix, feeling Felix squeeze his hand again, three times,

“Hey Teddy, remember when you said that squeezing someone’s hand meant you loved them?”

Calm was Felix’s demeanor, another three squeezes, and another, and another. Teddy cried harder, trying to keep himself quiet.

“...I… I love you Teddy. I promise, even when father says not to. It’s going to be okay, I know it’s hard to believe, I’m not good at saying it… I just wish I could, that I could hear you say it again.”

“But you said my voice was annoying, you said that it reminded you about how dumb I am.”

The bell rang before Felix couldn’t respond. He returned back to his school self, but he held Teddy’s hand when they left school, three squeezes as he helped clean Teddy’s face, removing most of the red. Before the driver picked them up, three squeezes before returning to the same Felix that everyone sees.

Teddy was verbal when he showed love. He used to say his words freely. Felix wasn’t verbal. Felix squeezed Teddy’s hands, and sometimes he hugged Teddy, only when no one could see, or rather when father couldn’t see. Felix had troubles saying he loved Teddy, but it didn’t stop him from trying. He lied to father about Teddy having no friends, about wanting to kill Teddy. Anything to keep father pleased, even if that meant digging his brother’s grave. Even losing himself, losing Teddy as well, because Felix loved Teddy. If he kept Teddy safe from Father, Teddy would love him back.

Felix watched as Teddy died, no longer speaking, no longer whispering every time he went to smart class that he loved him, or to have a good day. Felix noticed, but he couldn’t say anything, because father would find out, he always does. Felix kept his blank face on during the car ride home, he glanced at Teddy, he looked presentable if father even bothered to notice him today.

Father didn’t though, mother didn’t talk about it if she did. They never thought about Teddy, even though he was family, it was the twin with his mother’s eyes and father’s intelligence that was important. Not the twin who was just like his father in everything but personality. Felix went into the garden, feigning interest in seeing what flowers were growing, he plucked a flower, a red one.

Loves him

Loves him not

Loves him

Loves him not

Felix didn’t believe what the flowers said, but Teddy did. He plucked one for Teddy’s sake, even though Felix always ended on loves him not. Because he knows they don’t love Teddy. But it’s okay, Felix loves Teddy. He just can’t say it, he can’t say it like Teddy could, not out loud, without a care.

…Felix plucked another flower, ending it with loves him, because he loved Teddy.

#Hexed-writing #kindergarten 2 #kindergarten game #kindergarten felix #Kindergarten Ted #tw panic attack

[f1]

Ferraris Charles Leclerc promises to end 16-year world championship drought

Ferrari’s Charles Leclerc has declared his determination to win this season’s Formula One world championship and redress the bitter disappointment of his dashed hopes last year. The Monégasque driver, speaking at the launch of Ferrari’s new car the SF-23 at their test circuit in Fiorano, was bullish in his insistence that he could finally end the Scuderia’s 16-year title drought in 2023. Leclerc felt strongly that they would be in every position to take the fight to last year’s champion, Red Bull’s Max Verstappen. “The goal is to win, I am really looking forward to getting back in the car and trying to win that championship,” he said. “Last year was a good step forward. We need to do just the same this year and hopefully get that championship. That is the target for the team and for me too, get more wins, hopefully be more consistent from the first race to the last race.” Last season Leclerc and Ferrari enjoyed a hugely impressive opening, taking two wins in three races and amassing a 46-point lead over Verstappen. However his challenge fell away after a series of reliability issues and strategy errors, as Verstappen cantered to the title leaving Leclerc in second, 146 points down on the Dutchman. The Scuderia have not taken the drivers’ championship since Kimi Raikkonen did so in 2007 but Leclerc believes his team have addressed the issues that bedevilled them last year. “2022 was a good step forward following two difficult years, but we finished second in the drivers’ championship and also in the constructors’ championship,” he said. “We have done a great job trying to address the weaknesses that there were on the car and hopefully it will be better this season.” Central to the team’s fresh start has been the appointment of new team principal Fred Vasseur who replaced Mattia Binotto in January. Vasseur was formerly principal at Alfa Romeo and has a huge task, under immense pressure and scrutiny, which he acknowledged at the car launch. Red Bull’s Max Verstappen cantered to the title last season. Photograph: Tim Goode/PA “So far it is intense,” he said. “You can feel the responsibility. But most important is to be successful, we have to deliver. Most important is to win and the challenge is in front of us. “I don’t want to say it will be easy because Red Bull and Mercedes will have the same target and only one team and driver will win. But we need to have this kind of target. We need to bring the mindset to do a better job tomorrow than today and always to be trying to improve the system.” One major step forward during the close season is believed to have been improvements made to the engine. Their development is frozen under the regulations but teams can make adjustments to improve reliability. Last season it is understood the team had to run the engine below its maximum performance potential to avoid failures. These issues have now been ironed out, allowing for an improvement in power that could prove significant. “Last year it is no secret that reliability was not the best aspect of our engine, but we have done a good job at the factory and we are now ready for the season,” said Vasseur. Mercedes will unveil their new car, the W14, at Silverstone on Wednesday. Testing takes place in Bahrain for three days from 23 February, with the first race at the Sakhir circuit on 5 March. via Formula One | The Guardian https://www.theguardian.com/sport/formulaone

#F1 #Ferrari’s Charles Leclerc promises to end 16-year world championship drought #Formula 1

[danaalmasaeid]

Blog Post #1

Hello! My name is Dana Almasaeid and I'm a native Arabic speaker from Jordan. My name has a special meaning in Arabic, as it translates to "the most beautiful, perfectly sized and valuable pearl", which my mother often references due to me being the only daughter among three brothers. It's an honor for me that my name has been given the same title as pearls found in the Persian Gulf. As proud as I am of my own name, there are times when I wish I could be someone else—someone like Bryce from Crescent City. She’s a woman who wears her outfits as armor and fights against sexist men with unwavering confidence. Even though I love my own name, if I had to change it, she would be my choice! If you haven’t guessed already, I LOVE reading. When I was in elementary school in Jordan, I did the announcements and had to read many books. My love for reading started from there, when moving to the U.S., I neglected reading because I had a whole new language to perfect. However, despite being surrounded by bullies in middle school at Rockland and feeling overwhelmed by high school, my passion for reading remained strong and helped me overcome these challenges. 

My first year of high school was an absolute whirlwind, I met the most amazing teacher, Mrs. Armand. However, my last day was truly freedom, I wanted the whole graduation ceremony to be over with so I can finally enjoy being out Pine Bush. On March 19th, 2015, I took part in something I’ll never forget. The Spanish department at my school was participating in culture week, and my teacher asked me to recite the pledge of allegiance in Arabic over the loudspeaker during morning announcements. I truly felt transported back to my elementary days so of course I said yes. However, when I finished reciting the pledge in Arabic, the reactions were instantaneous. As soon as I returned to the hallway after announcements were over, people started looking at me differently. It didn’t help that I was wearing a hijab - it was like a neon sign for every racist person to start spewing hate at me. People were calling the board constantly, American flags were being flown on cars, and people were writing “if you are in America, speak English” on their windshields. 

Things got even worse once the principal announced an apology for what had happened over the loudspeaker a few days later. That same apology was addressed to those very same people who had been bashing me and my religion just days prior! It felt like such a slap in the face - like none of it mattered or made any real difference. Fortunately, I had some amazing friends who stood by my side throughout this whole ordeal. They encouraged me not to give into the pressure or succumb to fear or hate, but instead focus on understanding each other’s differences. 

This experience gave me insight into what life is like for many minorities in our society – it showed me just how pervasive racism can be and how hard we must work as a society to combat it. In hindsight, this event has become both my favorite and least favorite moment from high school; while it opened my eyes to the prevalence of racism in my hometown, it also taught me valuable lessons about standing up for what you believe in despite societal pressures. Looking back, if there’s one thing I could do differently during that time period it would be to stand up directly against the principle who enabled such behavior, even if that means spitting in his face. 

However, when I'm not exploring different genres through books, I like playing the Ukulele and watching sci-fi dystopian films — they're one of my favorite genres in the film world! One movie that really sticks out in my mind is Tau. Written by Noga Landau and directed by Federico D'Alessandro, this science-fiction thriller follows a woman named Julia who gets kidnapped by an AI named Tau. The movie takes viewers on a wild ride through twists and turns as Julia attempts to escape Tau's control while he tries to learn more about human behavior. However, my least Favorite TV show is the Flash. This show made me interested in computer science and coding. But when the classes became too challenging for me, I had to look for another major that meshed with my interests. After experimenting with public health, which proved to be boring, I realized that communication was the perfect choice. Communications provides many career options such as marketing, public relations, or media. I celebrated that decision with making the ultimate chocolate cake for a friend who suggested communication would be perfect for me.

One of the most popular questions that people like to ask each other is, "If you had to choose your last meal on earth, what would it be?" For me, the answer has always been an easy one: three dates and zam zam water. Let me explain why I chose this combination of food and drink. Dates provide a great source of energy and have many health benefits such as helping with digestion, improving skin health, promoting bone health, and reducing blood pressure. Plus, they're delicious! Zam zam water is a sacred type of water that comes from a well that was miraculously opened thousands of years ago in Mecca by Ishmael's father Abraham. According to Islamic tradition, this special kind of water has healing properties both physically and spiritually. It's said to help cure ailments such as liver disease and mental illness as well as provide spiritual nourishment for the soul. As someone who believes in its power, I'd love to experience its effects at least once before I leave this world!

[poisonedlovedarling]

OH MY GODS!!! I love MOXIE!

So I just watched the new Movie MOXIE! And Yes! I loved it! (BTWs Spoilers Ahead!)

So I watched MOXIE! And I love it! Not just because it shows female empowerment at its best and worst, but because it shows the consequences of going about a rebellion the wrong way. I say Yeah stand up for what you believe in but don't go pushing people down while doing it.

Moxie puts this on full display! Feminism isn't about pushing up by pulling men down. It's about Making all people equal by pushing everyone up on a level playing field.

In the movie, they do this by showing the truth of going about fighting the toxic way, that fighting can be toxic and claims can be unfounded. Showing that yeah fighting is hard and there will always be new roadblocks, new glass ceilings. There will be people who want to silence you and people who will stand with you without raising their own voice. Yet fighting battles in a way that silences any voice that disagrees with you or may sound different. Is toxic and makes your cause become the problem you were trying to fight against.

I like the movie because though the main character has a love interest, but their relationship is a side story. I went online to find another movie like it. However, it was labeled under romance and I got nothing but romances as suggestions. Not movies that will inspire me to do something, like MOXIE does but instead suggest that romance is all I need. MOXIE! Is not a romance movie, it's a message about the ways to go about change in our world. Our main character eventually gets way too into her female empowerment and takes everything that doesn't follow her views and puts it down.

Just because the two men at the table aren't including her in a conversation she takes it as they don't think she's good enough to include. When all that happened is that they found a common interest and were talking, she just didn't seem to want to participate in anything to do with the dinner. Which is why they hadn't included her out of respect not because they didn't want to.

The double standards throughout the film were apparent and a few were addressed. Such as the fact that a busty girl was pulled out of class for her tank top, while a not-so-busty girl wasn't. While on another hand a guy in the school who kept taking off his shirt and harassing the female students was ignored and never even talked to about his behavior.

When another male was bullying a girl and when she tried to report it she was shut down and told not to use certain langue that would make the principal have to take action against that male student. However when the same male student said that he was being bullied; which in a way he was. The point the movie was trying to give what that he wasn't ignored, and was even allowed to speak up about it in front of the entire school.

Things that would allow the students to fight back were kept from being told how they could go about it properly, though to be fair they didn't try to go looking for those methods and just took it all as blatant insults to their cause.

They also put in the movie that men were also supporting the cause, and the teachers weren't legally allowed to do anything without fear of losing their jobs. One particular male student supported the female's cause from the sidelines. In his way, he was showing support without trying to take it over or make it about him. He honestly was the least toxic character in the movie. Sure perhaps his support was to get the girl he liked to like him back, but he didn't stop her and even tried to voice his option when he thought was going too far. Like when she started defacing the school property.

Yes, what she did was toxic in a way, she could have been heard without making others feel bad. Stickers that she forced on people saying they were A**holes weren't positive and shouldn't be the way to fight. She cause was seen sure but people were hurt along the way. We saw that when her best friend took the fall for the actions of the main character. This movie is great in its own way and deserves to not be just labeled as another love story.

#moxie movie

[187days]

Day Twelve

Today was a day full of interesting conversations. 

The ones related to my lessons were about current events. We went over the state primary results in APGOV before test review (unit test is tomorrow); a couple races were still too close to call this morning, so we’ll revisit the topic whenever winners are declared. In World, I asked students to share what they’d written their current event write-ups about, and I’m happy that so many of them volunteered in both sections. Afterwards, I summed up the things they’d been learning about the world over the past several classes, and told them that the UN had met a few years ago and come up with 17 goals (the SDGs) to address some of the world’s major issues. Then I had them get into groups to try and guess what the goals are (I gave them two- no poverty and climate action- to confirm that they do line up with things they’ve been learning). It’s a new lesson, so I wasn’t sure how it would go, but it was great! They worked well in groups, and they actually had pretty spot-on guesses. Plus, they’re curious about how these goals are supposed to be met, so that’s my next lesson.

Boom.

And I had some conversations about other topics, too.

The first was with two seniors in my GOV class who are leaders- team captains, members of student council, all that- and were frustrated by the fact that students have to sit with their advisories at Friday’s pep rally. I asked if I could argue the administration’s side so they could hear it, and they let me. So I reminded them how chaotic the pep rally was last spring: a fight almost broke out, a lot of insults were hurled, and many students were not where they were supposed to be (like, they were vaping in the bathroom or something). I added that we’re responsible for students while they’re in the building; assigned seating makes it easier for us to know where everyone is and what they’re doing, and it curbs some of the negative behaviors that emerge when certain groups are together. My two students argued that seniors, at least, should be allowed to sit where they want, and I agreed that they and their classmates could probably handle it. But if we want to reverse the negative trends that emerged last year, we need them to be the role models. It’s putting a lot on their class, which isn’t necessarily fair, but there it is. Ultimately, they said they could see that point of view, but they and some other student leaders did end up speaking to The Principal, who then told the whole student body that if they can meet the behavioral expectations that have been set this time (sit with advisories, keep the comments positive, stay off the gym floor unless called down to participate, etc, etc...), he’s willing to revisit the seating thing in the future. I thought that was a reasonable response, but I’ll ask my students if they agree when I see them tomorrow. 

I had two more interesting conversations with students during Block 2. Actually, the first was during the bell change. One of the students I really struggled to reach last spring came by to say hello. He was smiling and upbeat, and we chatted about his classes (advanced trigonometry is tough!), and then he left with a, “Good to see you, Miss M!” It made my day because he was often really angry last year, and it’s such a turnaround. Meantime, one of my current freshmen is really angry, and I think the same thing about him that I’d thought about this other boy: it’s a lot of rage for someone so young to be carrying around. In the current student’s case, it’s coming from what he’s watching on social media; he’s repeating various aggrieved content creators word for word whenever he’s frustrated in class. Today he kept shouting out things as we were looking at the SDGs, and I responded with some gentle fact-checks (no, having climate action as a goal does not mean everyone in government wants to get rid of air conditioners), and a suggestion that we read thoroughly first and then comment, which... mostly worked? I do realize that there’s some anxiety or discomfort related to school behind this student’s behavior, and I have to try to help alleviate that. I’m not exactly sure how just yet, but I’m working on it. The fact that I don’t raise my own voice in response to him raising his is helpful, I think.

What else?

Today’s spirit day theme was New England, which meant lots of sports jerseys, college t-shirts and sweatshirts, town t-shirts, etc... I have a cute shirt with an outline of NH and the word “home” written across it, so that’s what I was wearing. The seniors in my advisory complimented it, which I appreciated. Also, there was a school trivia Kahoot during advisory, which I think they were skeptical about, initially, but then they got competitive and it was super fun.

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