#the whole thing was a massive fuck up shit fest. it took the year 7 maths teacher leaving for us to all get the same maths class

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I'm only halfway though Hbomberguy's new video and I dont know if this is a universal experience but my main horrified takeaway from hbomb's plagiarism video so far is that one of my highschools TAUGHT AN ENTIRE CLASS OF 13 YEAR OLDS TO PLAGIARISE. LIKE, ON PURPOSE.

I ended up moving to a much better highschool, but my first highschool essentially taught us to "write" essays by reading what someone else had written and then write what they said again but putting it "into your own words". Which in practice was teaching us to change, for example, "the works of Shakespeare were regarded by many as the first popular art form" to "Shakespeare's plays have been said by some to be the first example of popular media". One teacher actually told us that the process of writing an essay was "saying what the people you've researched have said, in a way where it sounds like you said it".

Like. The tactics that actual plagiarists use to hide the fact that they were stealing. An actual teacher tried to teach me to do that.

#hbomberguy #im so glad i left that school early the next year. it definitely would have gotten worse. #i literally didnt learn what a bibliography was until grade 9 because of how shit my first highschool was. #at the same time if a student wrote a paper that was 'too good' even if it was orginal theyd accuse them of stealing without proof #like i wrote a completely original paper and got the note 'this is very good - did you write it all yourself?' #fuck you man. yes i did. despite you trying to teach me to do the opposite #they accused me of getting my parents to write it for me. i had to show them everything i researched and my dad lost it at them #this was also the same school where they took every kid with a disability out of maths regardless of if they were good at maths or not #and taught them shapes like they were fucking three years old #i remember hanging out in the maths with all the other autistic kids and prentending to have never seen a triangle before for a joke #and while thats really bad and abelist. the non-disabled kids were still being taught addition and division like they were 8 and not 12 #the whole thing was a massive fuck up shit fest. it took the year 7 maths teacher leaving for us to all get the same maths class #and we STILL werent being taught to an age appropriate level because we missed so much grade 7 maths it had to be caught up in grade 8 #i would burn it down but its not a highschool anymore lol

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You Got What I Need (Part Two)

Part One II Part Three

Summary: Your friends with benefits arrangement with Rami embraces for an impact, whether that’s positive or negative, only a test will be able to tell.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: talk of pregnancy and some swearing. Primarily fluffy stuff✨ will be smut in other parts though.

This series will definitely have a part three and maybe more so try not to hate me too much for this sort of filler (but cute ass filler) Enjoy!

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“I’ll be there in 5 minutes okay? Don’t freak out; we’ll figure this out regardless of what the test says.”

You closed your eyes and took in Rami’s reassuring words he spoke over the phone. His voice was so calm and thoughtful and you couldn’t believe how he was reacting to all of this. Much better than you were, that’s for sure.

“Thank you for being so understanding about all of this... I just don’t get it! I’ve been on the pill for years and I’ve never had an issue with it.”

You heard him sigh over the phone and knew he was clearly nervous about this whole situation, which was only normal. We couldn’t raise a baby together; hell we weren’t even in a relationship with one another.

How would we do this.

You shook your head, shaking the thoughts out of your thinking. You didn’t even know if you were pregnant yet, and here you were making plans on how to raise a child with your best friend. Step by step ya mad woman.

“I’m pulling up to your street now. I’ll be inside in a bit. Want me to use my key?”

You smiled to yourself, remembering the day he asked for a key to your place. He explained that he strictly wanted one for those late nights when you called him over simply for a good fuck, but, through out the last couple of months, he would come over, unannounced, with dinner and a movie and you guys would cuddle up on the couch with one another... and then fuck!

It truly felt like a relationship without the label, and you weren’t terribly upset about that because at least you got to spend the precious and little time with him that you did, label or not.

“Yes please. I’m in the bathroom attached to my bedroom,” you replied to him, hearing the sound of his car door closing, through his end of the phone.

“I’ll be right up babe.”

You smiled at his pet name. A pet name that he’d adopted for you that morning after you’d first become intimate. It made you feel bubbles in your tummy and your smile spread from cheek to cheek. You were a whipped woman and you fucking hated it. Or did you?

“Okay”, you said as you set your phone on the counter top and began quickly focussing your attention to the instructions on the box, even though you were pretty sure it was just like it was in the movies.

Pee on stick, wait a few minutes, then you find out how fucked or unfucked you are.

Hearing a key twisting and turning in your front doors lock somehow made you so much more nervous now more than ever. What if he would be furious? He was calm on the phone, but what if he was just holding it all in? I’d never seen Rami mad, aside from when he was acting, and i really had no idea what to expect from Rami were he to actually be angry, sad, or mad.

See, that’s one of the issue with these situations. Me and Rami are still a fresh friendship. He wasn’t my best friend from elementary school that I grew up with and then randomly started having sex with. He was my costar whom I’d met only a few months ago and I didn’t know him inside and out just quite yet.

Not to say that we hadn’t gotten personal before. We both weren’t the type to fuck and then just leave one another for the evening. He or I always stayed the night after a vigorous evening and that means that we did get to talk to each other more. He told me about where his parents are from, I told him about my abusive father, he told me his nervous habits, and I told him my favorite flavor of ice cream. We were slowly but surely forming this bond that didn’t have a name, but we both felt it.

Two arms snaked around your waist as you peaked in the mirror to see Rami resting his head on your shoulder, giving you sympathetic eye contact.

“Doing okay?”

You shrugged, leaning your head to rest against his. “Could be better”, you slightly smiled.

“Well, lets get to it then. How does this thing work.”

You nearly laughed at the way Rami was looking at the pregnancy stick, as if it were a foreign object that was from a mythical land that you needed to go through some type of labyrinth journey in order to acquire the knowledge that granted you permission to use it.

God, he’s so cute.

“Well we don’t have to do anything, but i think I know what to do Ram. All I do is pee on the thing, wait a few minutes and then we’ll see what it says.”

Rami nodded, “So want me to give you some privacy while you, ya know, pee on the thing.”

“Get the fuck out”, you laughed and playfully shoved Rami out of the door way, closing the door behind you.

Okay, now or never I guess.

You obeyed the instructions listed on the box, word for word, and once finished, you set the test on the counter.

Carefully, reality started to slip in front of your eyes like a lens. Prior to this, sure you knew you’d be taking the test, but now, Rami was in your apartment and you were about to go search for him as both of you waited to find out if you’d be having a child together or not. This was so real, so entirely real and it wasn’t dreadful, that was the oddest part of it all.

Yes, if you were pregnant it would completely put a twist on yours and Rami’s life plans, but it wouldn’t be god awful. He was a nice guy and he clearly wasn’t losing his shit too much over your pregnancy scare so he wouldn’t just dump the child on you and leave. This could work.

As you twisted the door handle and let the door fall open, you faintly heard the sound of music seeping in from somewhere to the far east side of your apartment.

As you made your way down the set of stairs, you could make out some sweet little singing accompanied with a Motown song as you got closer and closer to the kitchen, and there he was. Swaying his hips around your kitchen, seeming to be without a care, and... was he eating your leftover pizza?

“Oh no you don’t!”, you quickly snatched up the box containing your precious and much anticipated leftovers from the night before and proceeded to put the cold food back into the fridge, but not before grabbing yourself a slice as well.

“What?”, Rami muttered, mouth entirely full of the delicacy that is cheese pizza.

“I was saving that for the perfect occasion,” you pouted before snagging a bite of the cold, yet acceptable grub.

“And what occasion would that be? Watching sad movies alone in your underwear?”, He quirked an eyebrow at you, clearly wanting to tease.

You shrugged and took another massive bite out of your pizza, to which Rami laughed with a hand over his mouth, trying to keep all of his food still in his mouth.

“Clearly it’s my ‘waiting for a pregnancy tests results’ pizza and you reduced it to some minuscule Motown fest you were just having.”

Rami shook his head as he scooted his sock clad feet across the floor over to your standing position. His palms lay flat on top of the counter set behind you as he stood directly in front of you, placing you in some sort of confined space between his arms.

“How long have we got?”

You briefly looked down at your phone, “7 minutes now, was 10.”

He nodded while his eyes bore into yours, his nose gently nudging your cheek as he leaned in towards you.

You knew that look. He was actually trying to seduce you and put you in an intimate mood and at a time like this.

“Are you really trying to sex me up right now,” you giggled, placing your arms around his neck.

“Hey, if the test is negative then we’ll have to get this anxiety out somehow right?”, he began twisting a small piece of your curly hair around his finger as his forehead rested against yours and his grin spread to nearly each of his ears.

You pressed your lips to his; not a quick kiss, but not a slow one. A kiss that had become a normal kind for you both, Whether it be during your moments of intimacy or just when you fucking felt like kissing one another (which was becoming more and more often).

Suddenly, the sweet tune of ‘Ain’t No Mountain High Enough’ began to play through your speakers. The upbeat drums were beginning to lead into the males vocal, when Rami got wide eyed.

Oh boy.

“Dance with me”, he so much as demanded, rather than asked as he began lip syncing the words while wrapping one arm around your waist and another joined his opposite hand with yours, entwining his lengthy fingers with your much smaller hand.

The neighborhood, hands down, could hear the sound of your high pitched laugh as Rami swung you around your kitchen, him mouthing the male vocals and you mouthing the female counter parts as you both swayed and twirled and acted out the parts of the Motown singers set back in the 60’s.

His much deeper laugh contrasted yours perfectly as he dipped your body towards the ground and used his hand on your lower back to bring the weight of your body back up to be face to face with him as the music began to fade out.

“That’s a great way to kill time.”

You nodded in agreement with Rami’s words as his thumb began to heat up your hand with its back and forth, soothing movement.

“Thank you.”

“For what? Showing you my Motown moves? All you had to do was ask baby”, you shook your head at the ever clever and always cute man in front of you.

“You know what I mean Ram.”

He nodded in agreement as his other hand came to the back of your head, cradling your face into his chest, his other arm sneaking around you in a comfortable embrace.

“I’d never let you deal with this alone, you know that right?”

You bit your lip as you nodded against the feeling of his soft t shirt that smelled so gloriously like him. His scent was enough to put a smile on your face and put your thoughts at ease.

“Whatever happens. We both deal with it, not just one of us, it’s both of our mess, not just yours or mine.”

Lucky. You were so incredibly lucky to have a friend like this glorious human being that was in your home. He was here, dancing with you in your kitchen in an attempt to distract you from what massive anxiety was building up in your belly, and maybe something else was building up in there as well.

Speaking of which.

You glanced at the oven, squinting your eyes at the red electric clock.

“Oh shit it’s been 15 minutes”, you practically run up the stairs, but half way up your nerves begin to set in.

You’re rooted to your spot, on the carpeted steps, as if you are a planted tree. Your hands begin to shake like branches in a steep breeze and your heart starts thumping erratically as the weather around you turns cold.

“God, you didn’t tell me you could sprint that fast”, Rami said, as he stopped behind you on your route to your bathroom.

His laughter ceased as he noticed your straight forward facial expression and he immediately took his hand into yours.

“Cmon”, he attempted to pull your hand, but you were having none of it.

You were truly frightened now. Because regardless of everything, regardless of Rami being responsible about his action and regardless of you and him having plenty of money to raise a baby, if this test turned out to be positive, yours and his relationship would change. Could be for the better, or it could be for the polar opposite. You couldn’t lose what you had with him and you were terrified that’s exactly what was going to happen.

“Y/N,” you didn’t reply, you were still so frozen in your thoughts to move or acknowledge Rami, even though you were hearing his every word and feeling his every touch.

“Baby.”

His soft voice was vulnerable and almost begging. You knew you couldn’t keep your eyes away from him if he was going to speak to you as if you were ignoring his desire to comfort.

You glanced at him with a vastly different expression then you had before when you were being waltzed around your kitchen to a jovial tune.

“Cmon, lets figure out if I need to go trade my new Mercedes in for some mom mobile.”

You shook your head, ignoring the light hearted joke he tried to ease you with.

“Hey,” he tucked his finger under your chin and moved your face up to look at him. “We’re in this together remember?”

A slight smile tucked itself into your lips as you nodded and squeezed his hand as you led him up the stairs into your bedroom.

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If you want to be added to the tag list, feel free to drop me an ask or message and I’ll add you to it. Thanks again lovelies - hope you enjoy and feel free to send me your predictions for the next part ✨

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Things I’m Working On...

List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever…

I’ve not been tagged, but I was making a list of things I’m writing because I’m driving myself insane opening 43 docs and forgetting what idea/ story/ whatever goes where and then spending more time reading and cutting things than actually writing so…. what better place to make a note! (It may be a loooong note! I mean, like, I’m talking through my ideas here because nothing’s actually finished, so feel free to wither jump in and provide input, or just keep scrolling now!) Berena

Berena and the Fletchlings: As you may know, one little “Berena dancing in the kitchen” idea escalated into a 7,000odd word fluff fest involving the Fletchlings, then Berena took them all swimming, and now my brain seems to insist on inserting some Fletchling interaction at almost every opportunity, so I named it a series, and since I named it a series, I haven’t managed to finish a single idea, haha!  But, here’s what I got in the pipeline: (Actually I will put this under a cut to save people’s dashes, because I have a lot of ideas to work through and I’ve apparently lost a verbal filter alongside gaining a mental health issue, who knew! Sorry! Anyhoo:

-Evie’s Birthday:  She wants to attend a festival. Fletch is dead set against it, Evie’s obviously having a meltdown, so is Fletch, Serena steps in. Decides to throw a mini fest in her house/ garden, and gets most Holby staff involved. Bernie convinces Charlotte to come, because Charlotte can play guitar and sing, and Elinor is also persuaded, because she can sing and play piano and Serena’s set up a gazebo like a stage, but there’s also a piano in the living room, and it turns out Bernie can also play the piano because have you seen her hands?! Anyway, they have mad fun all day, Ric and Sacha do an ‘oldie’ set, etc etc. I’ll stop there with all the details otherwise no one will want to read it when it finally gets done properly! But it’ll include Bernie and Serena dancing, to new and old songs, and Ellie is all like “eww” but Evie’s all moon-eyes and explains what she sees to Ellie, and Charlotte is persuaded by Cam to play an acoustic version of his favourite song and…. basically a lot of Bernie and Serena  eye sex, slow dancing in bubbles they create for themselves, and Evie just being crazy about her OTP. I haven’t decided yet if Berena are established, or whether it should be another sort of “intervention/ dawning realisation” type thing, so if anyone wants to add their thoughts, or message me for more details, PLEASE feel free to! 

- Bra shopping: I was going to keep the “fletchlings” series relatively angst-free, but this one, canon-compliant with Elinor’s death, is bugging me. Serena promises to take Evie bra shopping; does take Evie bra shopping on the following Saturday. Bernie goes with them. It’s Mother’s Day the next day, and they see shops full of Mother’s Day paraphernalia etc. They have a lovely time shopping but towards the end, melancholy/ anger/ grief sets in, so Bernie does little things to keep them in the here and now, not really knowing what else to do. When they’re heading home, they detour through the park, and come across Mikey in an altercation with a few other older boys. They’re picking on him, and Bernie steps in (BMAM!) and they start to take the piss, but she sends them off, then Mikey turns his anger onto her, and she encourages him (a bit like the speech she gave Serena in the toilets) and he fights her; breaks down; they head back to Serena’s. There’s silent cuddles, angst, but loving. Etc and all that. 

- The as-yet-wholly-unformed-idea whereupon Evie still wants to move in with Serena, is in love with Berena, as in, the actual ship, as well as them as individuals, and loves spending time with them. She’s made aware that maybe she is intruding, so she tries not to encroach so much, but Bernie messages her asking if she wants to go to the cinema one night, and she just… Yeah, The One Where Evie is the Berena Fandom Incarnate (and gets to bask in their presence for weekends at a time). May tie this in with the drabble I wrote about Evie giving Serena a friendship bracelet after Elinor died, with green for Bernie weaved through it, then she does the same for Bernie.

If anyone has any Berena + Fletchlings ideas they’d like to see written, pop me a line, and I’ll try my best :)

Untitled WIP:

1) Comedy of sorts. Half the hospital staff are sick to the back teeth of Serena and Bernie tiptoeing around each other, because please, as much as they both liked to preach from their pedestals that they were only being professional and didn’t want the hospital, the trauma unit, AAU, the patients, the bloody agency nurse who turned up now and again to suffer, suffer they were. Especially those that kept stumbling into the middle of serious eye fucking sessions and half-finished sentences. It had to stop.  In which Zosia’s taken it upon herself to be Bernie’s fairy godmother (and if she gets a good few snogs out of Jac along the way, all the better), and the staff come up with, frankly, ludicrous ways to get B&S together, even employing Mrs. B as a seductress. Why no one just talked to Jason, I don’t know…

2) If Holby writers can steal Doctors on The Roof from ER, then I can steal Stinky the dog from it, and give him a storyline with Serena and Bernie. (Or, The One where Serena gains a dog and a Wolfe). Kerry Weaver ended up taking home a dog called Stinky from a tramp that died, and I’ve apparently based a whole story on that idea. Also I love Kerry Weaver.)

3) In which Serena loses the point of Texas Hold ‘Em because she’s too busy wondering what Texas holds, exactly? Bernie tells her to add it to her Google list….. And I’ve lost the plot a bit with this one, but Im sure it’ll come back (or it is already here, trapped in the wrong document!)

3) Smut fic. Pure smut. There is nothing but smut. I mean, at a push, it could be described as character exploration through sexual situations, character development via sex…. basically I’m just writing a multi-chap fic about Serena and Bernie having sex in the here-and-now, and harking back to various ‘first-time’s’ as it comes up in their conversation.  (Can I work “fight on your feet or die on your knees” into this? I think I can. I can see Serena saying this.) 4) Smut fic. Yes, like the above. But, I found I was thinking about their lives post-Elinor death, and what impacts that would have. This is a bit darker. Not harrowing, and with as happy ending as anyone could have with a dead child, but still, dark enough to warrant being a separate story.

5) The obligatory stuck-in-a-lift-fic that I have never written for any of my OTPs before, so feel it’s beyond time that I give it a go. Mingling it with the “sweaty, vigorous passion” episode, substituting Raf for Bernie :) 

6) Angst. In which Bernie uses Jason to determine Serena’s mental state, because whatever is happening, Serena does not lie to Jason.  Wrote the idea for this when Elinor first died, so I don’t know if I’ll finish. Just a one-shot, to try to explain to myself where their relationship was, where Bernie’s level of concern was at, at the time.

7) After a whole day of being majorly, ridiculously excited about the post, I am writing a perfume-based story haha!

8) I’m not technically working on this one, because I don’t watch Dr Who religiously, and I’m not a massive, massive fan, but I couldn’t get rid of this thought: Serena is all bitter and sad, and Kate Stewart turns up like “Somewhere in your memory is a woman called Bernie Wolfe….” In order to be happy and save herself (and Holby or the world, if that’s your bag) Serena must remember Bernie, must remember her timeline for her actual reality to realign again, because Bernie is Serena’s soulmate, but not only that, Bernie and Serena’s relationship has a direct impact on Kate’s lineage (or something, it’s all about the timey-wimey shit that I haven’t figured out) and so Serena absolutely has to remember that Bernie was wiped from her memory, because it’s the only thing that’ll bring her back.  I’m probably never going to even attempt to start this one, but I would read the shit out of it if anyone could do it?!

9) I nearly forgot about this one!  Actresses AU. Whereupon Serena and Bernie, and the rest of the cast, are the actors in a medical drama. Serena and Bernie’s story remains theirs, but there are eerie similarities between them and their character storylines. Bernie remains married for much longer, her character is written out of the show they play in for an indefinite amount of time because she does a moonlight flit, etc. Angst, slow burn. Not entirely sure how this will play out; it’s one I think I’d like to finish completely before posting.

Aaaand I’ll end there. Maybe I’ll do a separate post for the HP, DWP and ER fics that I’ve either temporarily (does 7 years count as temporary?!) abandoned,  completely lost, or thought so much about that I think they already exist and am horrifically surprised when they do not (hello, me Voyager fics, too, haha!)

Not tagging anyone, but I’m always grateful to read what other people are up to! God bless anyone that’s made it this far!

#anonymouth #writing #too many ideas not enough time or confidence to follow them through #berena fic

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Why the STEPS reunion is important to me

Steps have reformed again this year. Not only have they reformed, they've released the most Ridiculously amazing single in the form of Scared Of The Dark. It's fucking phenomenal. I've been a big Steps fan since day one, since I was 11 years old and they released 5,6,7,8. I don't think I could stand here now and pinpoint exactly what it was that I was so drawn to back then. At a guess, I'd say it was the catchy tunes and the dance routines that drew me to them initially. And then I think the unashamed pop of it all was what kept me there, that and the fact that I felt massively endeared to these 5 individuals. And they were individuals, each of them had their own personality, quirks and strengths. This wasn't a cookie cutter band, Steps were 5 individuals with their own identity, an identity that everyone swiftly fell enamoured with (S Club 7 never really established 7 different personas). The first time I saw Steps live was the Gold Tour. My mum took me as a Christmas present. 2001 had been a horrendous year, it started with my Dad leaving Mum in January, and then continued on in typical asshole fashion by taking my Grandad from us. Steps were my salvation, and I was ecstatic to be watching them live for the first time at Wembley. The show was incredible, it was the first time I'd been at a concert that I had wanted to be at (I'd seen concerts before, but always with my parents, so it was simply red or neil diamond) and it was just brilliant! I was engrossed from start to finish. The only moment that took me out of the show was when the girls sang 'I know him so well' and I watched mum pull all the strength she had not to fall apart. Dad's betrayal was still very raw and that song seemed very close to home that day. But the show was amazing, and when it got to the finale and they walked out above the audience on their suspended walkway I was mesmerised. Steps were Gold. And then they weren't. I was pretty unhappy when they broke up. I wasn't devastated, I was devastated when dad left mum, I guess I was just upset. Steps were done, my happy place was gone. In the months following Steps' split, when it came to light what had actually happened with H and Claire resigning, my happy light was extinguished. Steps was a closed book. And then they reunited. The Ultimate tour was the stuff of dreams for me. Not only was it a massive nostalgia fest, but the 5 of them were back together on stage and had worked through the absolute shit show that had happened 10 years previous. I'd never thought I would ever get the chance to see them all on stage together again, but here I was watching them at the O2 as a proper band again. The whole thing was amazing, and then they disappeared again. A lacklustre album full of covers and a christmas tour and Steps were gone again. When they announced that they had plans for their 20 year anniversary, I just assumed that they would be going back on the road for a greatest hits tour again, I mean why not? Just get back together and flog your goods, people still love 'em. And then they announced that they would be releasing a new album of brand new material. And everything changed. This isn't a rehash of the greatest hits, this is Steps attempting a proper comeback with new songs. Excluding 'Light up the World' (and you really should just ignore it) the last original Steps song was released 16 years ago!!! Suddenly, i was equally parts excited and terrified. Excited that Steps would be releasing new material. What would it sound like? How would it fit with the Steps of my youth? Will it be well received? And terrified that it was going to be outdated music with no soul released for a quick cash in. Thing is, I shouldn't have worried. Steps are not jumping back together at the drop of a hat for a quick buck. They have been crafting this album for nearly 2 years (according to Lisa) and Scared of The Dark is a song that they are immensely proud of. And with good reason. This song is ridiculous. It's classic Steps, but sounds modern. It's exactly the sort of song that you would hope Steps would release in 2017. Vocals are tight, production is on point, the structure of the song is unexpected in the best way, and the key change is phenomenal. No-one expected Steps to come back 20 years later with a song that, quite possibly, is their best to date. But that's exactly what they've done. And we are all the better for it.

#steps #scaredofthedark #pop #thebest