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waitimcomingtoo · 10 months
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science is green and math is yellow
Math is red 🗿 English/ELA is yellow. Science is blue! Social studies is green
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the-hinky-panda · 1 year
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The Tremont Tempest: Chapter 1
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Author’s Note: So Chapter 1 was originally posted for the October Fic Fest 10/21: Lycanthropy. At the time I wasn’t sure if I was going to continue it or not so since I am, I went through and added a couple things to this version but nothing major has changed. I figured I would post this as I’m currently working on Chapter Two. 
Rating: PG (eventually Explicit)
Summary: With the decision to put Ricky and Sabo in prison for rape and Detective Muncy transferring to Manhattan SVU, Captain Mike Duarte needs a fresh start to take down BX9. That’s when you happen to call, the new Dean of Students at the Bronx River High School. 
X349 Bronx River High School 
Tremont Ave
Captain Mike Duarte is back to square one. 
Well, less that square one now that Muncy left the Bronx Gang Unit to pitch her hat in the ring with the Special Victims Unit, and he was down a detective. But since he finds himself back at the beginning of building a case against BX9, and eventually Oscar Papa, he decides to take a different approach this time. 
Family members of BX9 were getting him nowhere. They were either loyal and kept their mouths shut or they were scared and kept their mouths shut. Either way, no one is talking. Jilted girlfriends and baby mamas left high and dry with no support are more than happy to spill the dirt on their on again/off again paramours, but the information tends to be one sided and blown out of proportion. He had been thinking of finding a source he could tap that would be the most unbiased when the answer landed in his lap, or rather his hand.
You had called him, the new Dean of Students at the Bronx River High School in the middle of Tremont. A lion tamer reaching out from the lion’s den. 
How you got his number is a question he intends to ask as he approaches the pale yellow building that houses the Bronx River High School. He passes through the metal detectors, just the first lines of defense before having to check in with a front desk security guard behind bullet proof glass, and then buzzed through three metal doors. It’s easier to get into the 44th precinct where he works. 
You come out into the small waiting room to greet him, shaking his hand firmly and thanking him for coming on such short notice. He tries to hide his smile as he follows you down a narrow hallway to your office at the way you’re dressed: a nicely tailored gray suit with a pale pink blouse and a pair of beat up Converses. Your hair is dark and curly, only partially pulled back by a dark, glossy barrette. You’re practical and that gives him some hope that this might be a good place to start the rebuild of the case. 
“I’m sorry I don’t have much,” you motion to the mostly empty office. “This is my first year as a principal and I haven’t had a chance to set up my office yet.” 
“A desk, a couple of chairs, looks good to me.” 
You give him a tight smile and he notices the boxes stacked neatly under the window. Every single one of them is labeled in neat lettering, all in the upper right hand corner of the box. Fiction books. Nonfiction books. ELA 11. AP Lang. Decorations. 
“You were an English teacher?” He points the boxes behind you and you follow the motion. 
“Oh, yes. I was. For twelve years actually.” There’s another tight smile. “I got promoted this school year. Our previous Dean of Students retired early and when the position opened up, the head principal, Dr. Caban, really wanted me to take it. So,” you shrug, “I did.” 
He starts to ask why exactly you called when there’s a knock at the door. A tall, thin man in a nice suit and tie steps into the office. 
“Ah, speak of the devil,” you say. “Captain Duarte, this is Dr. Caban.” 
He shakes the principal’s hand. “I was just getting ready to ask why I was called in? Gangs don’t usually conduct business in schools. Gang members don’t typically even go to school.” 
“True, but we’ve been seeing an uptick in some tagging around the school.” Dr. Caban retreats back to the door. “This is more her thing, than mine. I personally don’t know how much help you can be, but she’s surprised me more than once with her approach on issues in the school. So, just let me know if you need anything, Captain.” 
Duarte watches Caban give you one last, briefly lingering look, that you fail to notice. It could simply be that you’re focused on arranging folders and papers on your desk and just miss it or it could be a one-sided thing. The more he studies your face, pretty in a natural, earthy way, the more he hopes it’s a one-sided thing with Caban. But then his brain catches up with those feelings, reminding him of all the reasons to not go down that road. His job is too dangerous and he can handle putting himself in danger but not another person. He can’t have another person’s blood on his hands. Not again. 
“Okay, Captain, this is why I called you.” You slide a couple pictures over to him. “Like Dr. Caban said, we are starting to see more and more graffiti pieces in the bathrooms, hallways, and classrooms. There was a big surge of BX9 tags after Sleep died and the other two members were charged with rape, but nothing happened per say in the school when it came to blatant gang activity.” 
He shuffles through the pictures. There were lots of BX9 tags, along with variations of honoring Sleep’s death, the most common one being “RIP Zzzz.” But then he sees a completely unfamiliar tag. “LCTRP” with two dog ears framing the top of the letters, one of the L and the other on the P. “What is this?” 
“This is what I need your help with.” You take a seat behind your desk. You’re sporting a smile that is verging on a laugh. “This is so ridiculous that I hope you don’t think I wasted your time with this. Because of the big surge of BX9’s tags, it’s started to encourage other wannabe gangs to pop up. Most have completely fizzled out but these guys, I’m afraid they’re going to get themselves hurt or worse if they keep up with this nonsense.” 
“So it’s a new gang?” 
You do laugh at that. “You could say that. They’re a bunch of Harry Potter fans trying to pass themselves off as gang members. LCTRP, which is clue one they’re not actually gang members because really, try spray painting that on a subway wall, which stands for ‘lycanthrope.’ They’re paying homage to Remus Lupin, a character from Harry Potter who was a werewolf.” You sadly shake your head. “Moony would not be impressed with this behavior.” 
He actually has to chuckle a bit at this as well even though most of what you said in reference to Harry Potter means nothing to him. “When book nerds go bad, huh?” 
“They can’t even really go bad. We found out about them when we caught one of them cleaning their own graffiti off the bathroom walls after school. He told me about the group but is refusing to give up the other members. That’s where you come in.” 
“You want me to find the rest of the group?” 
“Yes. Just scare them, though. I have a feeling these kids are just playing with something that they don’t actually understand. And with BX9 being so prevalent, I don’t want them to become cannon fodder.” 
“So why call me for a group of kids playing at being thugs?” 
Your good humor slips slightly. “Because I know you’ve been chasing BX9 for quite a while now. I was born and raised in the Bronx. I love this borough and will do anything I can to help improve it. I figure you wouldn’t be working in gangs if you didn’t feel the same way.”  
He nods and you continue. 
“Kids talk, have disciplinary and truancy issues, the parents have a lot of interaction with the principals here, it could be a good ground zero for you. Catch these kids at the recruitment stage. That way you can get names of the recruiters, work your way up through the ranks. And if you’re involved at the ground level of recruitment, numbers aren’t being added to BX9’s ranks. That is, if you want to approach it that way.” 
It’s a good offer, one that you’ve clearly thought about and rehearsed. This is important to you. Even if it doesn’t shake out, at least he has a connection in the Tremont neighborhood. “Alright. I’ll do it.” 
Your smile comes back. “Great! If you want, I can walk you down to our resource officer’s office and get you a security shirt. If he’s around, he can also get you set up with a radio and keys too. That’ll give you access to all areas in the school.” 
“Fantastic.” 
You both stand up and head out of the office. You stay a couple steps ahead of him, your pace brisk and confident. You nod to a couple kids along the way, tell a couple to go back to class. The kids act like they know you, have known you, for a while. They greet you, are respectful towards you, most even smile when they see you. He can see why Caban wanted you in the position of Dean, you already had established and positive relationships with the kids. You unlock the door to the security office and turn on the light. It’s the size of a cubicle, filled with monitors but no one is in there watching them. 
“Resource officer on break? With the rest of the security team?” 
You laugh shortly. “You’re funny. Our officer is shared between three other schools and our security team consists of two retired cops who are either golfing or taking a nap in the custodian’s closet. I was hoping someone would have been here but alas.” 
That’s a disaster waiting to happen. He makes a mental note to bring in a couple of his guys to also act as security officers around the school. If he’s going to stir the pot, he needs to make sure there’s going to be enough hands on deck to handle what’s going to come to the surface. You hand him a polo shirt with the school name embroidered on it along with a jacket with the same embroidery. 
“All the radios sit on chargers over there until someone heads out of the booth. Other than that, I would suggest you conceal carry your weapon for the time being.” 
“And should I wear stylish kicks like yours?” 
“When an all team call goes out on the radio, I’m running to the location. Can’t do that in heels.”
“So wear my running shoes.” 
“Yes,” you smile widely, “Wear your running shoes. I’ll have a badge, key cards and keys ready for you tomorrow morning.” 
You turn off the lights and hold the door open for him, locking it when it closes. “School starts at 7:15 so if you want to show up around 7 that should be good. We let out at 2:30. You do what you need to do and let me know if I can help in any way. I’ve taught just about every student here except for this year’s freshmen, and I’ve probably taught their older siblings in that case.” 
“Great. It’s nice to have some insider information.” 
“If you don’t have any questions for me, I’ll let you look around the school, get the layout down. Wear the security jacket though so no one reports a stranger wandering the halls. It’s pretty straightforward though: cafeteria back there, classrooms down the hallways. There are staircases in the middle of each wing and in the main lobby that lead to the second floor. The basement houses the gym, weight room, and pool.” 
He pulls the jacket on and stuffs the polo shirt into the pocket. “I do have one question for you. How did you get my number?” 
You give him a slightly confused look. “I just called the number on the back of your business card.” 
Back of his business card? “I think I would remember you if I had handed you a business card with my personal number on the back.” 
“Personal number?” 
“Yeah, you called my private cell phone line. I’m just wondering how you got that number?” Ever since he had worked undercover and Sleep and Ricky had found out where he lived, he always made sure to keep his information private. The Dean of Students at a high school having his personal cell number didn’t raise too much worry but if you had it, who else had it? 
You clench your jaw and cross your arms, clearly annoyed. “My friend gave it to me. She told me to call and have you come out to the school. I’m now wondering if your number wasn’t given to me by accident.” 
“Who’s your friend?” 
“Grace Muncy. We grew up in the same neighborhood, over by Little Italy here in the Bronx.” 
Muncy, of course. He knew she wouldn’t leave the gang unit high and dry. She knew how hard he took the DA’s decision to go with the rape charges and not pursue the route that could have lead to Oscar Papa’s arrest. She didn’t want to leave him completely empty handed and she didn’t.
She handed him you. He’s going to have to send her a box of cannoli’s for that. 
“Muncy doesn’t do anything by accident. Which also means, she must trust you a lot.” 
A touch of sadness comes into your eyes. “Yeah, I trust her quite a bit too. Her and her brother are good people. You know they’re moving, right?” 
“Yeah, I do.” He sighs. “But I know where she's going and the people she’s going to be working with. They’ll do right by her.” 
“They better.” 
He laughs quietly at the threatening tone in your statement. He absently wonders what an investigation would look like with you and Benson in the same room, both strong-minded women laser focused on an issue. “Well, I’m glad you called. I was running out of options of where to restart the investigation. So, thank you.” 
“Well, thank me after you deal with the wolf pack and your real investigation starts. I don’t know if it'll be worth your time, Captain.” 
“Mike.” 
“What?” 
“My name, it’s Mike.” 
You repeat his name, a habit most likely born of having to memorize so many student’s names. You tell him your name, to make it a fair exchange, before letting him have a run of the school. He watches you as you walk down the hallway back towards the office and nod to a student, who throws up his hands in defense, but you calmly point down the hallway and the kid reluctantly goes. Duarte continues to watch you and just as you turn the corner, the kid passes by him. 
“Don’t even, bro. She’s a ball buster for sure.” 
Duarte cracks half a smile. He does have a type, that’s for certain. “Yeah. What do you know about ball busters?” 
“Enough,” the kid mutters before going into the classroom two doors down. 
He’s going to have to send Muncy two boxes of cannolis.
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andypasta · 8 months
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NO HISTORY IS YELLOW BC ALL THE OLD PHOTOS ARE YELLOW AND ELA IS BLUE BECAUSE ESSAYS MAKE PEOPLE FEEL SAD, JUST LIKE THE CLEARLY IMPORTANT CURTAINS IN THE BOOK
WHAT NO HISTORY IS BLUE BECAUSE GEOGRAPHY AND WATER, AND ENGLISH IS YELLOW BECAUSE WHY THE HELL WOULD IT BE PURPLE?? AND THE CURTAINS WERE RED, YOU LITTLE SILLY. YOU ABSOLUTE GOOFSTER.
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a-very-tired-raven · 1 year
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Okay, so, Let's go!
Math is blue, portuguese (we study this in Brazil) is orange, science is green, history is yellow, geography is purple, english is a blue-ish but more white, biology is a blueish green (like aqua), physics are more pink-ish, chemistry is more brown, philosophy is red
Bônus: Religion study is white
You actually have really good choices. Mine are
English/ELA: Red
Math: blue
Science: green
History: orange
Biology: cyan(like you said a blueish green color)
Extra languages: black or white
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sharky-the-idiot · 8 months
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The correct colors for school subjects in my opinion
Math is GREEN
Science is BLUE
History/Social Studies is YELLOW (didn't have yellow so orange will work)
English/ELA is RED
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metalchairz · 10 months
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June 29th, Day 29/30.
[Image description: The digital art piece of gender neutral pronouns. Written in black are "they," surrounded by pale pink,"elle," surround by green, "hen," surrounded by blue-purple, "elu," surrounded by pale purple, "onu," surrounded by yellow and "iel," surrounded by pale blue. The background consists of a dark orange with lighter orange decorative squiggles. End of image description.]
Not exclusively Pride related, but gender neutral pronouns in languages that have lacked them are very important to various nonbinary people.
English: He, She, They. Swedish: Han, Hon, Hen. Spanish: Él, Ella, Elle. Portuguese: Ele, Ela, Elu. Polish: On, Ona, Onu. French: Il, Elle, Iel.
I only did these languages because they had gendered third person pronouns and no neutral singular pronoun like "they." Also these are the ones that I could research the most, so that's why they are all European languages, I couldn't find much else for languages elsewhere because either it's not an issue in that language or there was not much information I could find on gender neutral pronouns.
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blu-vselennaya · 5 years
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Broke: basing the color of the notebook and folder you use for a certain school subject off of the color you think of when you think of the subject.
Woke: basing the folder and notebook color on your favorite ships and associating your favorite ship with the subject your most excited about.
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kahaluada · 2 years
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Ana Thomas Esposito
A fanfic Burn With Me está online no Wattpad. Abaixo deixo para vocês lerem a ficha da Ana, que fiz para desenvolver a personagem. A ficha dela é bem extensa, mas não posso postar sem dar spoiler.
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Ana é uma homenagem e quase um "self insert" também. Eu sempre quis ler uma fanfic onde uma personagem brasileira fosse amiga dos Marauders e nunca encontrei nada que eu de fato gostasse ou tivesse no ritmo que queria ler.
Daí surgiu a ideia da Ana e ela veio com tanta facilidade que as vezes esqueço que eu quem criou ela. =D
A princípio, quis retratar ela quase como um "maniac pix dream girl" . Pelo menos é o que parece ao ponto de vista de Sirius e Remus. Mas o trunfo aqui é saber o ponto de vista dela e entender que ela não está ali pra servir a eles e que tem um passado bem complicado pra resolver.
Sei lá, estou amando escrever a Ana.
Translation:
Nacionality: Brazilian/ English
Origen: Half-blood
Age: 16
B-day: 26th June
Sign: Cancer with Sagittarius rising
MBTI: INFP-T
House: Hufflepuff
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Fav food: Pão de queijo (brazilian cheese bread) and lamen
Father: Andrew Thomas (english pure-blood wizard)
Mother:  Camila Leite Esposito (muggle-born Brazilian witch)
Siblings: Renata Thomas Esposito (8 years older)
Least fav food: sausage and British beans (English breakfast btw)
Fav color: black, pastels, and yellow
color she hates: fluorescent colors
What she loves to do: playing ukulele and draw
what she does out of obligation: logical stuff like arithmancy or organizing her money
Fav clothes: A huge, colorful knit sweater that her grandmother made
Most visible characteristics: Combat boots, big smile, and chocker
Annoying habit: Stop paying attention to what's going on around her when something more interesting comes to her imagination. It's a little disrespectful, but not necessarily on purpose.
Cute habbit that doesn't realize: Drumming all the time to the beat of some music and making nonsense songs with huhuuuums and whistles.
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lunlumo · 2 years
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ESC 2021 vs ESC 2022
I'm curious and this is a notebook now
Slogan + logo - 2021 with clear Open up (already) and those colorful shards? Strips? Pie charts? instead of this dull green mist we have on thumbnails now, Sound of beauty sounds...nice I guess
Sheer excitement - 2021 we missed 2020 and we needed that, party at 20% capacity, Iceland and Duncan celebrating from their rooms hehehehe, hopefully this thing will be over soon....fast forward one year and yeah...not great folks
Transition of winners (how we feel when the last year's winner has to pass "the torch") 2021 Duncan in isolation "meets" Maneskin who kiss, yell, stomp and light the world on fire. I see noone who could steal the spotlight from them this year, it's impossible, they gonna look dumb next to them, my condolences (except maybe Norway because they are yellow wolves? Or dogs? Woofs?, even maneskin can't top that)
Organization how do u give points for something not yet organized - shhh listen, 2022 Italians struggle with English correct? Also money problems. Also Italians. Rotterdam was amazing and well-put but 0 chaos, I like chaos, Turin please don't dissapoint NOT THAT MUCH CHAOS 2021
Bonus category - Big 5 earning that place in the final - 2022 Italy and France usually understand the asignment but it's nice to see UK and Germany in decent light, also Spain, Chanel is everything, it's like ever since doo it for you lOoVeEeRrRr Spain is cursed to be forgotten but that's about to change :)
🇦🇱 2022 strongly
🇦🇲 hey 2022 because they're here again ;)
🇦🇺 2021 because I love Montaigne, also her 2020 clown + 2021 couldn't leave country combo
🇦🇹 2022
🇦🇿 2021, not out yet but Efendi wins in my heart sorry (edit: aaand they didn't deliver anyway)
🇧🇪 will listen and get back to it (edit: still no clue about Belgium for everything after 2016)
🇧🇬 2021
🇭🇷 2021, still salty because she didn't qualify for the final
🇨🇾 I would say 2021 but I have to listen 2022 song, I heard it's good (edit 2022 ela ela elaaa)
🇨🇿 2022
🇩🇰 you could've had fuld effekt and it would be easy +1 point, but since you didn't...this spot remains empty actually
🇪🇪 2022
🇫🇮 2021
🇫🇷 2021? Fulenn might be my favorite at the moment but Voila was beautiful so there
🇬🇪 2020 for georgia
🇩🇪 look listen 2021 I like the lyrics to rockstars but that silly little I don't feel hate ~ followed by 0 points is stuck in my head forever
🇬🇷 I have to get back to this one as well, I'm so behind (edit: 2022 strongly)
🇮🇸 2021 (and 2020 and 2019) I've shuffled through entire NF Playlist and nothing compares unfortunately
🇮🇪 I dunno actually, both are what I like to call "radio songs", 2022 because I really want to give 2022 a chance
🇮🇱 2021 even if it was called Set me free during you-know-what (which is still going on god everything is terriblec)
🇮🇹 2021 obv also Soldi > Brividi
🇱🇻 2021
🇱🇹 2021 also stuck in my head rent free for Lithuania spot, sorry
🇲🇹 2021
🇲🇩 2021 2022
🇲🇪 2022 welcome back
🇳🇱 2022
🇲🇰 2022
🇳🇴 2022
🇵🇱 2022
🇵🇹 not chosen yet but nothing stuck out to me from NF anyway and neither did Black Mamba (besides black and white imagery) (edit: 2022 I guess)
🇷🇴 2021 2022
Manizha my dear 2021
🇸🇲 2021 Senhit deserved better
🇷🇸 2022??? It's growing on me, I like both tho
🇸🇮 I don't know, neither? Both? No strong opinions here folks (2022 I guess, it's something)
🇪🇸 2022 yessss
🇸🇪 not decided yet but Voices > Melodi 2022 Playlist so 2021 cornelia sat down barefoot in from of giant green circle and told me personally that I was wrong, therefore 2022
🇨🇭 2021
🇺🇦 2021, both fit into the same category of traditional with a modern twist but Shum did it better
🇬🇧 2022
In conclusion 2021 > 2022 at least for me
Not feeling it yet but maybe that will change around May
Also no strong winner vibes yet, Brividi is alright for me, Ukraine is fine (I'm hoping they won't need "pity votes" by half of May because they will be peaceful and stable and happy by that point...), I like Fulenn but it's not a winning song in my head??? Give that wolf a banana is so entertaining but victory-level entertaining, not sure. And most songs are out already, I doubt a strong contender is going to show up in next couple of days
BOY WAS I WRONG ABOUT EVERYTHING
Also 2022 accumulated more points in the end than 2021
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pickled-flowers · 3 years
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In the bilingual school I was in English was blue and Spanish was red but for the main subjects
math- blue
Science- green
Ela-yellow
History- orange
but that’s all based on folder colors:/
Why is there 2 subjects with the same color 😑 that's so wrong
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angstyvylene-i · 3 years
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math: blue
english: red
^^ bc they're OPPOSITES
science: purble
phys ed: orange
ela [language arts]: for me it depends on the teacher, but usually it's pink
you either have ^^ THIS or color assign based off the teacher, all other options are INCORRECT and will get you thrown in GAY BABY JAIL
I willEscape using the tactic of just simply leaving
Math = purple
English = Green
Science = Blue
Social studies = Yellow
History = Orange
Language Arts = Red
Sorry to tell u (not rlly!!!!) But I am so correct :))))))))
U can not convince me otherwise u clown. Untumble ur gumble pumble gumble :/
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the-hinky-panda · 2 years
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Day 21: Lycanthrope
10/21: Lycanthrope
Universe // Characters: Law and Order: SVU // Detective Mike Duarte 
X349 Bronx River High School 
Tremont Ave
Captain Mike Duarte is back to square one. 
Well, less that square one now that Muncy left the Bronx Gang Unit to pitch her hat in the ring with the Special Victims Unit, and he was down a detective. But since he finds himself back at the beginning of building a case against BX9, and eventually Oscar Papa, he decides to take a different approach this time. 
Family members of BX9 were getting him nowhere. They were either loyal and kept their mouths shut or they were scared and kept their mouths shut. Jilted girlfriends and baby mamas left high and dry with no support are more than happy to spill the dirt on their on again/off again paramours, but the information tends to be one sided and blown out of proportion. He had been thinking of finding a source he could tap that would be the most unbiased when the answer landed in his lap, or rather his hand.
You had called him, the new Dean of Students at the Bronx River High School in the middle of Tremont. 
How you got his number is a question he intends to ask as he approaches the pale yellow building that houses the Bronx River High School. He passes through the metal detectors, just the first lines of defense before having to check in with a front desk security guard behind bullet proof glass, and then buzzed through three metal doors. It’s easier to get into the police station. 
You come out into the small waiting room to greet him, shaking his hand firmly and thanking him for coming on such short notice. He tries to hide his smile as he follows you down a narrow hallway to your office at the way you’re dressed: a nicely tailored gray suit with a pale pink blouse and a pair of beat up Converses. Your hair is dark and curly, only partially pulled back by a dark, glossy barrette. You’re practical and that gives him some hope that this might be a good place to start the rebuild of the case. 
“I’m sorry I don’t have much,” you motion to the mostly empty office. “This is my first year as a principal and I haven’t had a chance to set up my office yet.” 
“A desk, a couple of chairs, looks good to me.” 
You give him a tight smile and he notices the boxes stacked neatly under the window. Every single one of them is labeled in neat lettering, all in the upper right hand corner of the box. Fiction books. Nonfiction books. ELA 11. AP Lang. Decorations. 
“You were an English teacher?” He points the boxes behind you and you follow the motion. 
“Oh, yes. I was. For ten years actually.” There’s another tight smile. “I got promoted this school year. Our previous Dean of Students retired early and when the position opened up, the head principal, Dr. Caban really wanted me to take it. So,” you shrug, “I did.” 
He starts to ask why exactly you called when there’s a knock at the door. A tall, thin man in a nice suit and tie steps into the office. 
“Ah, speak of the devil,” you say. “Detective Duarte, this is Dr. Caban.” 
He shakes the principal’s hand. “I was just getting ready to ask why I was called in? Gangs don’t usually conduct business in schools. Gang members don’t typically even go to school.” 
“True, but we’ve been seeing an uptick in some tagging around the school.” Dr. Caban retreats back to the door. “This is more her thing, than mine. I personally don’t know how much help you can be, but she’s surprised me more than once. So, just let me know if you need anything, Detective.” 
Duarte watches Caban give you one last, briefly lingering look, that you fail to notice. It could simply be that you’re focused on arranging folders and papers on your desk and you just miss it or it could be a one-sided thing. The more he studies your face, pretty in a natural, earthy way, the more he hopes it’s a one-sided thing with Caban. 
“Okay, Detective, this is why I called you.” You slide a couple pictures over to him. “While most gangs don’t do business on school grounds, we are starting to see more and more graffiti pieces in the bathrooms, hallways, and classrooms. There was a big surge of BX9 tags after Sleep died and the other two members were charged with rape, but nothing happened in the school.” 
He shuffles through the pictures. There were lots of BX9 tags, along with variations of honoring Sleep’s death, the most common one being “RIP Zzzz.” But then he sees a completely unfamiliar tag. “LCTRP” with two dog ears framing the top of the letters, one of the L and the other on the P. “What is this?” 
“This is what I need your help with.” You take a seat behind your desk. You’re sporting a smile that is verging on a laugh. “This is so ridiculous that I hope you don’t think I wasted your time with this. Because of the big surge of BX9’s tags, it’s started to encourage other wannabe gangs to pop up. Most have completely fizzled out but these guys, I’m afraid they’re going to get themselves hurt or worse if they keep up with this nonsense.” 
“So it’s a new gang?” 
You do laugh at that. “You could say that. They’re a bunch of Harry Potter fans trying to pass themselves off as gang members. LCTRP, which is clue one they’re not actually gang members because really, try spray painting that on a subway wall, which stands for ‘lycanthrope.’ They’re paying homage to Remus Lupin, a character from Harry Potter who was a werewolf.” You sadly shake your head. “Moony would not be impressed with this behavior.” 
He actually has to chuckle a bit at this as well even though most of what you said in reference to Harry Potter meant nothing to him. “When book nerds go bad, huh?” 
“They can’t even really go bad. We found out about them when we caught one of them cleaning their own graffiti off the bathroom walls after school. He told me about the group but is refusing to give up the other members. That’s where you come in.” 
“You want me to find the rest of the group?” 
“Yes. Just scare them, though. I have a feeling these kids are just playing with something that they don’t actually understand. And with BX9 being so prevalent, I don’t want them to become cannon fodder.” 
“So why call me for a group of kids playing at being thugs?” 
Your good humor slips slightly. “Because I know you’ve been chasing BX9 for quite a while now. Kids talk, have disciplinary and truancy issues, the parents have a lot of interaction with the principals here, it could be a good ground zero for you. If you want to approach it that way at least.” 
It’s a good offer. Even if it doesn’t shake out, at least he has a connection in the Tremont neighborhood. “Alright. I’ll do it.” 
Your smile comes back. “Great! If you want, I can walk you down to our resource officer’s office and get you a security shirt. He can also get you set up with a radio and keys too. That’ll give you access to all areas in the school.” 
“Fantastic.” 
You both stand up and head out of the office. You stay a couple steps ahead of him, your pace brisk and confident. You nod to a couple kids along the way, tell a couple to go back to class. The kids act like they know you, have known you, for a while. They greet you, are respectful towards you, most even smile when they see you. He can see why Caban wanted you in the position of Dean, you already had established and positive relationships with the kids. You unlock the door to the security office and turn on the light. It’s the size of a cubicle, filled with monitors but no one is in there watching them. 
“Resource officer on break? With the rest of the security team?” 
You laugh shortly. “You’re funny. Our officer is shared between three other schools and our security team consists of two retired cops who are either golfing or taking a nap in the custodian’s closet.” 
That’s a disaster waiting to happen. He makes a mental note to bring in a couple of his guys to also act as security officers around the school. If he’s going to stir the pot, he needs to make sure there’s going to be enough hands on deck to handle what’s going to come to the surface. You hand him a polo shirt with the school name embroidered on it along with a jacket with the same embroidery. 
“All the radios sit on chargers over there until someone heads out of the booth. Other than that, I would suggest you conceal carry your weapon for the time being.” 
“And should I wear stylish kicks like yours?” 
“When an all team call goes out on the radio, I’m running to the location. Can’t do that in heels.”
“So wear my running shoes.” 
“Yes,” you smile widely, “Wear your running shoes. I’ll have a badge, key cards and keys ready for you tomorrow morning.” 
You turn off the lights and hold the door open for him, locking it when it closes. “School starts at 7:15 so if you want to show up around 7 that should be good. We let out at 2:30. You do what you need to do and let me know if I can help in any way. I’ve taught just about every student here except for this year’s freshmen, and I’ve probably taught their older siblings in that case.” 
“Great. It’s nice to have some insider information.” 
“If you don’t have any questions for me, I’ll let you look around the school, get the layout down. Wear the security jacket though so no one reports a stranger wandering the halls. It’s pretty straightforward though: cafeteria back there, classrooms down the hallways. There are staircases in the middle of each wing and in the main lobby that lead to the second floor. The basement houses the gym, weight room, and pool.” 
He pulls the jacket on and stuffs the polo shirt into the pocket. “I do have one question for you. How did you get my number?” 
You give him a slightly confused look. “I just called the number on the back of your business card.” 
Back of his business card? “I think I would remember you if I had handed you a business card with my personal number on the back.” 
“Personal number?” 
“Yeah, you called my private cell phone line. I’m just wondering how you got that number?” Ever since he had worked undercover and Sleep and Maetiss had found out where he lived, he always made sure to keep his information private. The Dean of Students at a high school having his personal cell number didn’t raise too much worry but if you had it, who else had it? 
You clench your jaw and cross your arms, clearly annoyed. “My friend gave it to me. She told me to call you and have you come out to the school. I’m now wondering if your number wasn’t given to me by accident.” 
“Who’s your friend?” 
“Grace Muncy. We grew up in the same neighborhood, over by Little Italy here in the Bronx.” 
Muncy, of course. He knew she wouldn’t leave the gang unit high and dry. She knew how hard he took the DA’s decision to go with the rape charges and not pursue the route that could have lead to Oscar Papa’s arrest. She didn’t want to leave him completely empty handed. 
She handed him you. He’s going to have to send her a box of cannoli’s for that. 
“Muncy doesn’t do anything by accident. Which also means, she must trust you a lot.” 
A touch of sadness comes into your eyes. “Yeah, I trust her quite a bit too. Her and her brother are good people. You know they’re moving, right?” 
“Yeah, I do.” He sighs. “But I know where she's going and the people she’s going to be working with. They’ll do right by her.” 
“They better.” 
He laughs quietly at the threatening tone in your statement. He absently wonders what an investigation would look like with you and Benson in the same room, both strong-minded women laser focused on an issue. “Well, I’m glad you called. I was running out of options of where to restart the investigation. So, thank you.” 
“Well, thank me after you deal with the wolf pack and your real investigation starts. I don’t know if it'll be worth your time, Detective.” 
“Mike.” 
“What?” 
“My name, it’s Mike.” 
You repeat his name, a habit most likely born of having to memorize so many student’s names. You tell him your name, to make it a fair exchange, before letting him have a run of the school. He watches you nod to a student, who throws up his hands in defense, but you calmly point down the hallway and the kid reluctantly goes. Duarte continues to watch you walk away and just as you turn the corner, the kid passes by him. 
“Don’t even, bro. She’s a ball buster for sure.” 
Duarte cracks half a smile. He does have a type, that’s for certain. “Yeah. What do you know about ball busters?” 
“Enough,” the kid mutters before going into the classroom two doors down. 
He’s going to have to send Muncy two boxes of cannolis.
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sheneniquan · 3 years
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math is yellow, english is blue, science is green, history is orange, spanish is red. in what world isn't science green?? have you heard of biology?? fukcimg... plantd!?!????!?
Science covers far more than biology and biology covers more than just plants. Science covers every part of our world. Black is created when all colors come together. Science is black.
ELA covers books and writing, which is often printed on white paper. The words we learn ideally can be used to express what we want about all things in the world. White light reflects all colors. ELA is white.
Spanish is a foreign language, which we both agree is red.
Social studies covers history, psychology, economics, and gov. A lot that happened in history and with government is motivated by greed, which today is associated with green. Green, at least in the US, is also money, which fits under econ. Psychology textbooks in my experience have a good deal of green on them. Social studies is green
Math makes people sad, so it's blue.
I put way too much effort into this jeez
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technofade · 3 years
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English is blue, math is red, science is green, history is brown, and music is black, get it right /lh
No.
Math is blue because I like math and blue is my favorite color.
ELA is red.
Science is lime green.
History is dark green.
Music is yellow.
Art is pink.
👏Get 👏It 👏Right 👏
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mari-ghost · 3 years
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guys. Math is black/blue. (depends on if I have music.. then music is blue.) ELA/English is red, Science is green, social studies is yellow. there is no other way to do it
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combat-wombatus · 3 years
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uHm if you do these and if you want to do it I’d love a bnha matchup <3?
• my name is Aubri, I’m bi but prefer MHA boys tbh. I go by she/her, too.
• I’m a very Gryffindor person. (Sorry if you don’t know Harry Potter - 😖)
• I’m a June cancer, and I have ADHD and anxiety. My anxiety can be literally crippling somedays, but it’s gotten better overtime.
• I’m a bit of a class clown and usually just a clown 🤡 but that’s irrelevant. My teachers all hate me but like school-wise I do well so we have a love and mostly hate relationship 🤧
• I’m usually the ‘entertaining’ friend, in elementary the popular kids would invite me to play games with them because, “you’re funny” and it was like the biggest achievement ever 😭👍🏻 then they’d ignore me but that’s another therapy session
• I’m usually made fun of by people for being ‘weird’ and ‘insane’. Like all through elementary everyone thought I’d be a criminal when I grew up JUST BECAUSE I HAD UNDIAGNOSED ADHD - I hate it here 😐🦶🏻
• I’ve always been super into crime stories/true crime (where my anxiety comes from, I’m always worried about a pesky serial killer just killing me. It’s usually being kidnapped tho lmao) so I knew and still know like all these murder facts and sometimes I’d just randomly be like;
“Hey did you know it takes 12 hours and 2 days to dissolve a body in acid?”
or
“If you bury a dead deer over a dead body you buried deep in the ground, when police dogs sniff it and people dig they’ll just think it was the deer and won’t dig any farther.”
• So maybe people had a reason to be scared of me and think I’ll be a criminal someday, i dunno.
• I love love love reading and writing, and also debating. The things I’ve wanted to be when I grow up are basically: Dog shelter worker, actress, FBI agent, politician, and a writer. But usually I just want to do something that makes a positive impact on people. Like i wanted to be an FBI agent to solve crimes for people. I wanted to be a politican so I could actually help a lot of people. The entertainment industry also seemed like a way to make people happy. Idk, but then I decided I couldn’t be a politican at 10 because they were all corrupt and to be one I would have to be too. 😫🤌🏻 we love some good childhood angst
• the only subjects I’ve ever excelled at are ELA and Social Studies aka History, and Math I can’t do to save my life. ELA comes easy for me and I usually don’t have to work that hard and/or get too stressed over it. But I always get the meanest teachers for some reason. For example, one time I did my final essay for like 30% of my grade in 30 minutes the day it was due and I got an A+ 🦟🦗🦟🦗
• Uhhh id describe myself as a pretty loyal friend, I’m a ride or die type of girl. A story from my childhood that summarizes it pretty well is when I was in 2nd grade my friend wet her pants and she didn’t want to go to the nurse for it alone so I peed my pants so I could go with her and she wouldn’t have to be alone. Like, you know, a professional problem solver
• and I have genuinely attacked people for fucking with my friends but don’t snitch pls 🕳🏃‍♀️💨
• But also just anyone, people at my school tend to come to me with their problems for me to either help solve them by reasoning, or just to confront the other person like the bad bleep I am 😈😈
• I also have a huge daydreaming problem, it’s literally maladaptive daydreaming. So paired with my ADHD I don’t get shit done like ever.
• I have really high empathy levels I guess, like I always say hi to everyone I see on the street, especially if they look sad 😔 I’ve done it ever since I was a little kiddo.
• My fashion sense is very much a preppy/alt style. I wear those ripped tights and fishnets, I also have the MOST BIZARRE JEWELRY- like who allowed me to buy the gummy worm glittery earrings, hmmm???????? and those Mary Janes???????
• But I love crew necks and pleated skirts so I always obide by the National “hoes dont get cold” policy 🇺🇸😫🦅
• I wanna move somewhere someday, I don’t want to stay in America for very long
• I can speak Latin, French, and my native language which is English.
• My music taste varies, but my all-time favorite artists who all of their music they’ve ever put out has been my favorites are, Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, and Conan Gray.
• I no-joke have a sign in my front yard that says;
In ✍️ this ✍️ house we ✍️ don’t ✍️ worship Jesus ✍️ but instead ✍️ Melanie ✍️ Martinez
• My favorite shows are MHA (duh), The Promised Neverland, and Malcolm in The Middle.
• and I’m not going to tell you what I prefer in a partner, because that ruins the fun 😤
• but I will say I cannot be friends with someone who doesn’t really make me laugh. Like I’m used to doing most of the talking in convos but if you’re just boring I’m sorry it’s nothing personal but no thanks 😐✌🏻
• About my physical appearance, I have fluffy n curly brown hair, but when it’s in the sunlight it looks sort of brown but golden yk?? It’s shoulder length :) I have bleach blonde streaks in the front. I like wearing eyeliner most days, too. I’m pretty average size/ on the skinnier side. Kinda high key inscure abt my body bc I got flat shamed in elementary EVEN THOUGH I HAVE TIDDIES NOW- whatever 😤🙄. I also have crystal type blue eyes, and I do have fairly big eyes. But, like, not weirdly big. A good big. My cheekbones are ALWAYS PRESENT so sometimes I get called a Tim Burton character but it’s cool ig ☠️☠️ oh and I’m kinda short. I’m 5’3, even though my doctor said I’d be 5’7. I feel like I was either tricked by the doctor or someone just stole my destined height while I was asleep. It’s probably cause I didn’t keep an eye out for Selener 👁 😔😔
• I’m a definite night owl, like all of my energy comes at night which really sucks cuz I can’t do much since everyone else is asleep.
• My love language is touch starved so I’ve never figured it out ✌🏻😗🔫
• but I am an attention whore so idk 😏
• I’m a huge introvert with social anxiety. It isn’t as bad as it used to be cuz I used to not be able to like go to restaurants but now I’m much better.
• I’m a huge history person, mostly like sad history LMFAO. Uh but a lot of my hyperfixations have been on history. Some examples are The Roman Empire, Julius Caesar himself, Anne Frank, The Titanic, the Black Plauge, Helen Keller, Marie Curie, Slavery in the US, Joan of Arc, and just a lot more. I always love talking about these things if someone would let me ramble to them but no one ever does 😖 it also got to a point where for all these subjects I’d go to the library and try to find a book on them but usually I’d either have already read it or I’d read it and know all the information.
• I’m super into Greek Mythology, I have 7 books filled with the stories, I’m going to Greece maybe this summer to see it’s history, and named my hamster Aphrodite but we call her Aphie. I also will talk about this forever and ever if you let me.
• My favorite color is yellow, my favorite food is literally nothing I never have an appetite, my favorite planet is Saturn, favorite song is Tag Your It by Melanie Martinez atm but it changes like everyday.
• Music is a huge safe-space for me if I’m feeling down or having a panic attack. It calms me down n is overall my coping mechanism 💃🏻💃🏻
• Biggest fear is spiders, even looking at one gives me a panic attack and I cannot sleep at all for that night, adding to my insomniac ass 🧎🏻‍♂️🏌️‍♀️
• I’m mature for my age, I don’t exactly like hanging around kids my age and I get along better with older crowds.
• i don’t like conventional dates, (I PROMISE IM NOT TRYING TO SOUND ‘QUIRKY’ AHAHA) I kind of like having a best-friend type partner more so dates that aren’t as romantic as like the movies or a fancy restaurant suite me better. My dream date is playing Monopoly on my bedroom floor 🦧
• Also I hate getting gifts. End of story. If someone gets me a gift like awe that’s nice but never again, I’d prefer to get you one. Especially in a romantic partner 😐 i keep a journal of my friends’ interests and hobbies so I can get them the perfect gifts for their bdays and Christmas’s. Been doing this ever since 4th grade.
• Though I don’t have much actual experience with relationships🧍🏻‍♀️
• I’m a huge believer in ‘family isn’t blood, it’s who you make it’ because I have a pretty shitty family life and my childhood has been trash. My friends are my family to me.
• Also if my friends don’t like my romantic partner ✨ GOODBYE ✨. Sorry girlie, bros before hoes 🦨💨
I was going to put more but I’m so so sorry for how LONG AND COMPLICATED THIS IS- idk if this is a autobiography or a matchup at this point 🤦‍♀️ don’t feel pressured to do this and if matchups aren’t open IM SO SO SORRY LMAO uh yeah ilysm 🦎🎂🧃
OMG ASLDFKJHASLKDJH
🥺 i’m so sorry bby but matchups are closed ;-; my 100 follower event was over while ago (i guess i should’ve specified that in the asks i answered LKSAJHFLKJAHDS SORRY IT’S MY BAD) but you sound so cool?? i had a lot of the same hyperfixations interests (heLLO helen keller was badass AF and the roman empire was messed up but still v cool, anne frank was awesome too) i also may or may not have wanted to be a politician when i was younger alskdjfhalkdhj but now i’m just 🧍🏻‍♀️ lost and anyways you’re amazing >.< love u lots and don’t forget to drink water and eat a lil something hehe :p 
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