#'he looks like a fun science teacher 😊'

[bookshelfdreams]

the moment that silly little poll reached The Americans, Merz started to gain votes which is just further proof that y'all are completely unable to recognize rancid political vibes when they stare you in the face

[siphoklansan]

For the ask event, simply Shachi and Charin in science. I think they’d get along :’). /menacing

If you ask Charin “can I kill them?” Charin would say “Not in public😊”

OOOOOOO WHAT’S THIS? CHARIN’S NOT A GOODY TWO SHOES? UEHEHEUEHEHEU YES! Charin’s a fun guy and would be down for some trouble making, sometimes. Hmmmmm makes you wonder why he has beef with Floyd, huh? They both love fun, so why do they dislike each other?

If you get into a fight, Charin’s not even gonna stop you. He’ll cheer you on from the sidelines and give you a heads-up if a teacher’s walking over. He doesn’t like getting his hands dirty on street fight though, however, if you challenge him to a proper duel he’ll gladly oblige🕺🕺

ANYWHOOOOOOO SHACHI LOOKS SO CUTE I LOVE DRAWING HIS HAIR!! I WANNA SQUISH HIM BUT HE’D PROBABLY POISON ME AHAAJKDHSKDJSNDKSODJ

OC INTERACTION EVENT: MAY 25 - 2ND OF JUNE

[turtle--soup]

Finally got around to watching TMNT Next Mutation again! It's been forever 😭

Ramblings under the cut...

Episode 12

Love Mikey having this pirate radio station? That’s a very Mikey thing to do actually, I genuinely really like this as a concept.

Don't do drugs kids!

Yes! Bonesteel! I love this guy so much look at this goofball.

Oh he has a new girlfriend weapon

Are you... broadcasting this Mikey? Fight scenes don't really translate well to radio my dude...

So many shell necklaces in one shot! It sure is the 90s!

The Unknowables? Nice - somehow you managed to make your gang sound like an edgy TV drama from the 2010s.

''You hate Mikey's show" "I don't hate Michelangelo..." Awww! I know that saying you 'don't hate' your son isn't exactly cute but that line delivery and the fact that he doesn't like the show but wants to listen to it anyway because it's Mikey... 🥺

Venus and Raph not wanting to hang out with humans... valid. Same.

Splinter gets it too.

I see why the anti drug message of they're hosting a rave. Not like raves are exactly known for not being full of drugs really. So... raves are cool but drugs are not, got it? You can go to cool raves, but only if it's for charity and there are no drugs (or any kind of drinks or anything by the looks of things as well...)

I'm never going to get over how negative this Leo is. He always seems mad about having to help people? Who are you? What have you done with my blue boy?

That guy calling out the costumes... 😆

Ooh strobe effects.

Mikey has one of Those Hats.

"What's under that shell?" "Mace." Yeah you tell him Venus.

Bonesteel's fancy dress outfit is just so good though

Raph is finally having fun now he gets to fight lol. Wasn't that basically how it was in Secret of the Ooze too? He was miserable about being at a club but then he got to kick some ass and he was happy about that?

So many moral messages in this here episode. Don't hunt animals for sport guys! Protect endangered animals!

Episode 13

I loved that bit with Raph and Mikey just goofing around? Cute! Also it makes so much sense that Raph would think that having a cool car would be a key element to Batman being cooler than Superman lol. I love the chili pepper gum prank too, it's such a Mikey thing to do and then following it up by saying that he actually just really likes the taste of it as well? Love that!

Oh and it's plot relevant! Awesome, good job guys!

Queeease! Sarcastic little prick I missed him.

Honestly the more I watch of this show the more obvious it is that it's a live action cartoon. I get the feeling that some of the people who hate on this show are somehow not seeing that and expecting something more serious? Is it because it's live action??

Oh that's unsettling... Raph clone... is he a robot?? Like he's got to be a clone, that's what Quease was doing. But. He acts like a robot. And kind of makes robot noises?

Clean your teeth! Learn stuff! Moral messages! This show has value - don't worry parents and teachers of America!

The Green Menace...

"Make it so." Dragon Picard...

"Looks like the toaster escaped" Venus says the cutest things sometimes. 😊

"I think it's cute" - she's adorable.

Why with the burp sound effect?

Why is the eyeball making baby noises??

Yessss the sexy intros to the vehicles! Raph and roll! I missed you!

This clone thing has so much potential.

Why do they act like robots though?

"WhadidyaDOTOIM???" Quease's line delivery is just so good sometimes. 😘👌

Do they even know what clones are? I'm so confused... Like... they keep calling the clones "Robo [character name]". ????

Carbonised in liquid nitrogen? Is that a thing?

"You don't do science, you do evil" Aw, Donnie...

"Let's book..." wait. Leo...? Isn't there a bit in 2003 where the others figure out that Leo's been hijacked by Jammerhead because he would never say that? Lol...*

Episode 14

Batman and Robin poster oh noooo. That's two Batman mentions in the space of two episodes, and there was at least one before this...

Oh Wick i missed you. Please make friends with Mikey you're clearly a fan.

The 'we're fantastic never panic' line always gets me like... that's not a great lyric and also false

I love that Raph is getting cute little bonding scenes in these last couple of episodes. Mikey then Venus. Please continue this trend with all of them.

Leo is a such an idiot.

Little green lie...

"I've never told a lie in my life..." bro, come on.

You... eat them? You think listening to the radio is mutiny? So many things wrong with this dragon man.

Flush a stamped addressed envelope down the toilet lol

"Kiss my shell Leo NERDO." "Love to." ??? Guys??? Leo do you know how trash talking works???

"You don't count - you're family" - see??? They said it!!!! Mikey says this to Venus after she says that she and the other turtles and Splinter are Mikey's fans... so what about all that "we're not actually related so it's fine if we hit on the girl turtle" business? Make up your damn minds guys!

Aw Mikey...

How does this lie detector even work bro? You can just use a recording??

Why is Mikey acting like everyone is telling him he's wrong when they're all divided and most of them agree that there's a chance that Wick might be telling the truth?

Dragons can't spell. Or read.

"We do love your show, just Majesty wants to eat you" lol

Aw Donnie... smashing up his invention because he blames himself for getting Mikey into trouble... 😢

Tech bo...

We haven't had a suit up in a while either. I say 'suit up'. I mean they all grab their weapons.

Knock knock it's Leo

Oh that's definitely booby trapped come on bro

Yeah. It was booby trapped.

"At least I've cornered the bald green girl market" That's the spirit Mikey

"Tuddul. Book." wtf Leo. Also again with the book thing. I am going to find that clip from 2003...*

--

I missed Next Mutation so much! I do genuinely love this stupid show - it is not a well made show by any means, but it's fun!

* it was "bag it" not book it. Ah well.

[height-in-uppercase]

𝘝𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘌 𝘏𝘖𝘗𝘗𝘌𝘙 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕𝘚

1. Upbringing/How He Was Raised

* He is a mama’s boy. Though both of his parents are present, he gets along more with his mom.

* He has three big dogs. A German Shepard (Leo), a Great Dane (Hades), and a Saint Bernard (Luke).

* Growing up, he was always told plenty of affirmations from his mom and dad that, no matter what, they love him & they’ll be there for him.

* They also told him that if anyone makes fun of his height then knock tf outta them (little did they know-)

* They have a rage room specifically built for, well…rage moments (and this isn’t exclusive for Vance, it’s for everyone😊)

* They have family dinners on the couch instead of the table.

* He hates summer (cause hair)

* He hates spring (cause allergies)

* He likes winter (cause Christmas vacations)

* That choker that he has? Christmas present from a fav relative (I personally say fav older cousin).

* When Vance started doing not-so-great in school, people started talking about it to his folks.

* And then when he would get into fights, people started talking about the whole family (I could go so much darker with this).

* Vance started to distance himself from his parents; not to the point where they don’t know where he is but to the point where Vance would look at them and nod.

2. His Academic Performance

* He’s more of a left brain than a right. He’s a huge nerd for shit that involves mechanics and engineering

* If you were to ask him what’s his favorite class, he would be smart and say “dismissal”🙄. But it’s genuinely P.E, and if you don’t count that as a class than he would say Science

* He’s caused accidents in the science labs.

* He used to be a “B” student. But then school became more difficult and his grades started dropping.

* The teachers noticed, some of them didn’t care. And very few tried to help him out.

* He has communication issues when it comes to “needing help”.

* Because of this, many teachers started giving up on him.

* He failed school, which made him feel like he’s a failure. And that, was the match that lit the fuse.

* When he got held back, he started loosing friends to where people would give him the stink eye and whisper about (obviously) him.

* One time someone tried to cut his hair

* Got to a point where he just said “screw school”, and stopped showing up (CUE PINBALL ADDICTION)

* Btw that boy that was next to Vance, yeah they’re not friends. Just regulars of Grab-n-Go. I personally feel like his name would be Langston.

* He would stay in the family rage room.

* His mom and dad would cry. Not in front of him though, because they didn’t want him to think that they didn’t love him anymore.

3. When He Was Kidnapped

* My theory: Vance got arrested one day. On the way to the station, a crash happens between the gr*bber’s van & the cop car which killed the two cops & knocked out Vance.

* When he first woke up, Vance was red hot.

* When he first saw The Gr*bber, he tried to fight him. The Gr*bber let it happen because he knew that boy was weak from the crash.

* He laughed when Vance hit his head on the door.

* Back at home his parents are hysterical.

* His dad actually frames the detectives saying that they “let this happen”

* His mom is throwing up in the bathroom toilet.

* When the detectives mention of Vance’s…”issues”, his mom tries to reason with them (cue TikTok that y’all blew tf up thank yew(and btw, I’m not sorry)🥹🙏).

* When the detectives asked if Vance had any friends, it broke his mom’s heart to say that he didn’t.

* When providing the background info, Sheryl (that’s her name don’t argue with me) could only think one thing.

* “Do you have his choker?” “What?” “His choker, his choker that he was given to on Christmas, his choker that he always wore! His choker that was green and had a-a-a-a little…thing, in the middle of it- oh what was that thing?!”

* Yeah..she went into a panic attack.

* When the Detective Wright tried to comfort and soothe her, she smacked him (and left a scratch mark).

* The dogs went into full on attack mode

* Meanwhile back at the basement, Vance is in and out from recovery.

* He’s crying a lot. Like, angry crying. BECAUSE WTF!!!

* He’s definitely tried the phone. And when The Gr*bber told him it doesn’t work, Vance said “it works fine as a weapon”.

* He was left alone after that.

* As the days went on, Vance’s mom went into a state of denial.

* She would have presents ready for him on Christmas and his birthday saying that he “went to go play is game” and that he’ll “be back soon”.

* She would even stay up late because “it’s a school night, he won’t be out long.”

* With Vance, he wouldn’t sleep. He was so filled with rage that he was full on psychotic and violent.

* On one of the days that the gr*bber picked up his food tray, Vance threw the plate at his face and tried to use the bottle as a shank.

* The Gr*bber closed the door and beat him bad for being a “naughty boy”(🤢🤮).

* After that beating Vance fell asleep, but The Gr*bber wasn’t done yet.

* As a way to “get on his good side”, the gr*bber would compliment Vance’s hair and eyes saying that they’re beautiful.

* The damage that Vance was talking about? Here’s what he did:

* Broke the window (not shatter, just broke)

* Caused a hole in the wall (given).

* Broke the toilet (as in took the lid and smashed it).

* Tore the mattress up with a hidden glass bottle shard.

* And ofc that was the last thing he ever did.

4. When He Died

* His.Mom.Lost.It

* Fvck the rage room, she tore up the whole house.

* She would take some of his baby photos and hold them close and sing them lullabies.

* She would sleep in his room.

* The dogs would wait by his door still

* One day, they got a random package on their doorstep.

* Vance’s dad brought it in and opened it to find Vance’s choker inside, all dirty and bloodied up.

* Cue scream of bloody murder (no pun intended) from the mother.

* The neighbors heard and when they went to see what was wrong, all they could do was stand still as they witnessed a grieving mother.

* When Vance’s body was recovered, one of the detectives updated Mr. & Mrs.Hopper.

* She went to the morgue and the first thing she did was hug him.

* She put the choker back around his neck and gave strict instructions to the person to “make sure he doesn’t loose it”.

* A miserably small funeral was held for Vance in the winter, near the time that they would have their family Christmas vacation.

[cottoncandyreaper]

((I can't stop writing Underfell stories so here's another with Winfred and her Datemate Branch 😊❤))

Today was not a good day; probably one of the worst ones I've had to deal with in months. I guess there was some karma somewhere that had to be settled one way or another. First: getting to school; Dad dropped me off so nothing different there and we had fun singing in the car but then choir? My stupid voice cracked at least three times to where I had to get pulled out by friends so I wouldn't have a panic attack...great. Get that hell over with as well as talking my teacher into believing I would be fine in my next class(she knows me too well) but instead I went on to fail a stupid pop quiz in history instead. Literally the best class ever and I love learning about the surface history so failing a test!?

Sure, let's hit Winfred further down into the hole that was already dug. My teacher in there was a pretty decent individual so after witnessing the look on my face of complete destruction he informed us all that this was just to see what we knew and wouldn't effect our grade. Wow...thanks Mr.Devin, really appreciate you(insert eye roll). Math was after that, nothing terrible, lunch with choir friends and Branch, good. Branch could tell too easily that I was stressed out choosing to keep his hand on my leg under the table knowing I needed some kind of contact from him so when we had to part I had the undeniable urge to curl into him and never leave. Controlling myself was difficult but I managed through almost the rest of the day until....until last period.

Science; the one thing I loathed in all of the universe. It never made sense, never clicked at all and always swam in the opposite direction of the rest of my thoughts. Dad helped me as much as he could given his job involving alot of science and he was amazing at it! But even he could tell it wasn't going to be a easy subject for me. There wasn't a test or anything...far worse then that...my teacher Ms.Higgs signaling me out specifically knowing what my dad did for a living.

"Miss Font, could you come up to the front and please draw the formula for this problem?"

Oh...my...stars....

"I-I don't know the formula for that one Ms.Higgs."

I could just barely make out the light chuckles in the back. Shut up.

"You don't? Your fathers job uses this primary formula in ninty percent of what they do."

"That doesn't mean I know it. Dad doesn't talk much about work."

"Well he should, he should be helping you with your class work as much as possible to insure you pass my class this trimester Miss Font."

She did not just, blatantly state that I was failing...did she? My chest tightened up so much it felt like a blazing fire was starting to build consuming every fiber of my soul that as voices began around me I couldn't even piece together what they spoke. But papers fluttering around brought my attention back just enough to a classroom with books and papers all over the floor, what was hanging on the walls now either dangling or completely gone and desks emptied of their contents.

"I'm....I'm so..."

I refused to cry yet the panic was coming back so with the only thought of this being last period I snatched my backpack and bolted. The bell was just ringing as I threw open the front doors and went on my merry way running half way to the house only stopping when my lungs hurt as much as my pride.

I lost control of my magic, I hadn't done that in so long. My emotions controlled my magic and I...I was trained by Uncle Pap to have the best control of them. Yet, I lost it and...so many people saw it. Most if not all knew that I had magic so that didn't bother me; it was the horrid mess that I left behind in a panic as this walk home became slower and slower. I needed to be home in my own space, listen to music, cry, do something other then just be sad like I was right now. Cars driving by faster then needed with birds singing their songs were the only sounds and even most of them seemed so far away. I eventually arrived at the red painted front door focusing just enough to dig through my purse for my...

"Where are my keys?...Are you serious right now universe?"

No where...my keys were no where in my purse or backpack. If I had left them somewhere obvious Dad would have dropped them off at the school. They had to be lost in the oblivion and now I had to go through the hell of waiting for Uncle Pap to get home and let me in. I could have walked to Uncle Grillby's...I loved him but his booming voice mixed with my mood probably wouldn't end very well. Leaning my head against the door I gripped the handle grumbling to myself about the universe hating me for whatever reason today.

"I have no clue what I did but if I need to bake someone a cake of forgiveness I will."

Jiggling the handle randomly I wasn't expecting to almost fall into the entry way as it gave with my weight. But hey, I was in.

"Did Daddy forget to lock up the house again?"

Whatever, it didn't matter. I was inside at last. Shutting and properly locking the door I dropped my backpack on a kitchen chair, left my shoes somewhere along the way and trudged upstairs to my room. That had to be where my keys were, it was the only place that made sense so I guess I had to destroy all the cleaning I did the day before to find them. I needed my music for sure for the task so opening my door heading straight to my desk I screamed not ready for Branch's presence standing almost perfectly in the way.

"What...H-how did you get in here!?"

He gave a cheeky smile pulling my keys out from his pocket and tossed them off to my desk.

"Stole them out of your purse when you went to the bathroom during lunch."

"You...ass...I was freaking out trying to figure out where I-!"

I scanned my room while yelling wanting to throw something only to notice what he had done: every blanket from my bed and even the ones I stored in the closet were down on the floor bunched here and there with pillows lined against the side of the bed shielding from the uncomfortable wooden pieces of the frame. Some snacks and soda off to the side with my laptop set up and ready on YouTube.

"You stole my keys, broke into my house and...made a nest in my room?"

I had no idea what he was up too crossing my arms giving a puzzled look as he rubbed the back of his tan fur covered neck sheepishly looking towards a wall.

"You were really stressed earlier and didn't tell me why. Then everytime you passed me in the halls you looked zoned out and even worse so I wanted to um, try and...distress ya some?"

If he didn't have fur covering his face I would probably see the red cheeks from a blush build all over his features. Letting my arms drop I took two big steps falling into his arms letting my body finally melt.

"I'm sorry, thank you."

One arm around my waist as the other slid into my hair his hold was the only thing keeping me together.

"You think I'd let ya have a shit day and not do anything about it? Dork, I've planned this the moment I stole your keys."

I should be mad about the stolen keys but hearing him only made me giggle about the ordeal as he brought us down into the best thing ever, adjusted the lap top closer and gave me the sweet carbonated beverage.

"So, your datemate what happened."

Oh boy...here we go; telling him every issue, every emotion, every thought just spilled out like a flood wall was broken down with just his presence alone. Ending with the magic ordeal in science feeling those few tears build up he guided me to lay my back against his chest and held out his hand.

"Gimme your hand sweets."

"What are you about to do?"

"Just do it."

Rolling hazel eyes I did as instructed.

"Now make one of those bones appear."

"Branch."

His name came through as a whine that he silenced by covering my mouth.

"Come on ya big baby."

"Oh my stars..."

Doing as he asked with the glow of violet magic from my eyes covering the room the bone stood calm in my hand waiting to either be thrown or dismissed.

"Well....I got good news and bad news."

"Branch I swear to the-"

"Good news is, your magic is fine. You have amazing control like you always do and I'm kinda jealous still that you can summon bones. Bad news, you have one of the rudest teachers in the building that everyone talks about and I think you should tell your dad what she said to you today. She shouldn't have spoken to you like that sweets, no one should. Ya best be glad my tail wasn't in there or I would have gone off."

My weight settled into him as the bone vanished smiling now at last relaxed more then I had been all day.

"I'll let dad know, I promise...thank you though, for this. Even though you stole my keys."

"Hey it was worth it sweets to surprise ya like this, how about we jam to one of your playlists you've made and just chill?"

"That sounds nice."

He pulled the laptop infront while handing over a ear piece settling the other in his own carefully. Cuddling into his arms as the first melody started I came to terms with the day and remembered that even if it happened again, Branch would make it seem like it never existed.

[harringtonstilinski]

You Look Amazing Pt.1 - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @stilinskiparker​ Characters: Dylan O’Brien x Reader Word Count: 2500 Warnings: Fluffy, little angsty?, mostly flashback, making-out (should that even be a warning), mentions of sexy time (- everyone is under 18, so everything is consensual.) Requested: “Could you maybe do 14. “You look amazing tonight.” With Dylan where you guys are broken but he can’t hold it and makes out with you?” A/N: Hi, friends! So, I wasn’t sure which direction to take this in, but I tried my best, lol. I had to break this into a couple parts since there was a lot I started planning for this as soon as I started writing. So, I hope this reaches your expectations, Anon friend! As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

The worst thing about dating an actor? Them being gone a lot.

The best thing about dating an actor? Well, in my experience… getting to be on the sets.

Can I take you back a few years? Like, almost ten? Good? Great.

I sighed. “First day of high school, Freshman year. Good times.”

“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun!”

Scoffing, I said, “That’s easy for you to say! Dyl, you’re starting your Junior year! You’ve already been through this.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve got me by your side now,” he said, putting his arm over my shoulder. “I’ll make sure you know the ropes, take you to your classes,--”

“Help me remember where my locker is and it’s combination?” I asked, a hopeful smile on my face.

He chuckled, pulling me into his side a little more. “Yeah, sure. Oh, by the way, Mom wants you and your dad over for dinner tonight.”

“Yeah, we can do that,” I said.

“Good, because your dad already said yes last night,” Dyl said. “Come on. Let me help you find your locker.”

~~~

Dinner that night was normal for us; we ate whatever Dylan’s mom made. After, him and I went upstairs to his bedroom to hang out a little bit. Unfortunately for me, I had a little bit of homework.

“You’re doing homework?” Dylan asked. “On the first day of school?” Without looking up from my papers, I said, “Yep,” popping the P.

“Who’s your teacher?”

“Mrs. Green,” I dragged.

“What subject?” he asked, sitting down in front of me.

“Science. One of my least favorite subjects.” I scanned my eyes across the page, reading the information I needed to.

“You got anymore? Maybe I can help.”

“Actually,” I said, reaching over the side of the bed and grabbing my backpack. “Look in there for my blue notebook and binder, please. It’s my math.”

“You got a system or something for high school?” he chuckled, unzipping my bag.

“As I matter a fact, O’Dylan. See what I did there?” I said, looking up at him. His face read unamusement to which I just chuckled at. “Anyway, yes, I have a system.”

“And what would that be, O’Y/L/N?”

“To be more organized, and by being organized, I mean color code all my classes,” I explained. “And yes, that also means using the same color pens and pencils.”

“Fuck, you’re so cute,” he whispered.

Didn’t go unheard by me, though. “Did you just call me cute?”

Cue the red face from my guy best friend. “Uhm--uh--uh--”

I giggled at him stuttering in his embarrassment. “It’s okay, Dyl. I think you’re cute, too.”

“Mhmm,” I nodded. “Always have since we moved next door.”

“Across the street,” he deadpanned.

“Same thing,” I said.

After having that conversation, let’s just say that the second day of school started with us walking hand in hand into the school, both of our friend groups looking at us in awe and shock, not seeing this coming. Hell, I didn’t see it, either, and yet here we are.

The day went by like normal, but with a little more intimacy; hand holding, kisses on the temple and forehead, nothing too extreme.

That didn’t come until about three months later. Dyl and I were cuddling on the couch in his living room watching a movie while our parents talked in the dining area.

“Hey, Dyl,” I said.

“Yeah, Y/N/N?”

“Don’t get all weird on me for asking, but…” I trailed off.

“Hey,” he said, causing me to look up at him. “Whatever it is, I won’t get weird, okay?”

I nodded and lightly placed my chin on his chest, taking a deep breath. “Have you had your first kiss yet?”

He looked above my head for a second before nodding his head. “Yeah.”

“It was awkward,” Julia yelled from the stairs.

“Jules!” Dylan yelled.

I laughed at their small bickering, having been used to it for the last four years. 

“Anyway,” he said. “Yeah, I have. Why?”

I shrugged, looking down at a spot on his shirt. “No reason. Just wondering.”

It was quiet for a moment before it seemed to click for him. “Wait. Have you had yours yet?” Looking back up at him, I gave him a look that said I was too embarrassed to say anything before looking back down at the spot on his shirt.

“Y/N/N,” he said. “Baby, look at me.”

“No,” I whispered. “I haven’t. 

Putting his finger under my chin, he lifted my head. “Sit up,” he whispered. I sat up, him following. “Don’t geek out, okay?”

I nodded before he put his hands on my cheeks, lightly cupping them. I took a deep breath, knowing exactly what was going to happen.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Just nervous,” I said.

“Hey, I’m your boyfriend,” he said. “This is supposed to happen.”

I chuckled and looked down, nodding. “Yeah, I guess. Just do it before I get up and run home to lock myself in my room.”

He nodded and chuckled, slowly leaning in, letting me back out if I wanted. I didn’t. Leaning forward, I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, but I just let him take the reins on this one.

Feeling his lips on mine made the fireworks, sparks, butterflies, and all that cliche shit happen. I placed my hands on his shoulders, right where the collar of his shirt sits, and just let him take control for a moment.

We both were sat up, but the next thing I knew, my back was meeting the couch cushions, Dylan resting on his forearms beside my head to keep himself upright. Our lips moved in sync for… God knows how long before we heard a throat being cleared.

Having my eyes closed, I pulled my hands free from his face, which I didn’t know I was holding.

“Take her home?” his dad said.

“Absolutely,” Dylan said. 

Both us sat up quickly, moving to put our shoes on and for me to grab my backpack.

As soon as we stepped outside and the door closed, we both bursted out in laughter.

“My first kissing--”

“Make-out,” Dylan corrected.

“Make-out session,” I chuckled. “And we get caught.”

“Ahh, that’s alright,” he said, lacing our fingers. “There’s plenty of time for that.”

Stopping at my front door, I turned and faced him, our fingers still laced. “Well, this is my stop.”

“Looks like it,” he said, his chin meeting his chest.

I took a step closer to him, ducking my head to try and look him in the eyes. “Dyl? Babe? Are you okay?”

He looked up at me, a smirk ever present on his face. “You called me babe.”

“Well, you called me baby,” I countered.

“That I did,” he said, a small smile on his face. “That I did.”

~~~

Every day after that was a new adventure. Like, the first time we said I love you.

“Hey, Y/N/N?”

“Yeah, Dyl?” I said, towel drying my hair with one of his towels.

“Couple things,” he said. “One, you look amazing in my shirts, clothes, whatever.”

“Awwww, babe!” I beamed, walking over and putting a knee on his bed. “Thank you.”

He smiled. “You’re welcome. And two, there’s something I really wanna talk to you about.”

Fear must’ve taken over my face because his eyes went as wide as saucers. “No, no, I didn’t mean that!”

I let out a breath, putting my hand over my heart in feign hurt. “Well, thank God!”

At his look, I chuckled. “Okay, okay. What is it that you wanna talk to me about?”

“Uhm,” he sighed. Looking down at his hands, he took a deep breath.

“Dyl?” I said, dropping the towel to the floor and sitting in front of him. “Babe, are you okay?” I set my hand on top of his, causing him to quickly look up at me.

“I love you,” he rushed.

The only thing I could do was look at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“I love you,” he said again. “I have for a long time, but I didn’t know how or when to tell you, so I just--”

I stopped his words by grabbing his face and bringing his lips to mine, feeling him finally relax. I pulled away for a moment before diving back in, our lips moving in sync. Pushing him to his back, I straddled his hips, putting my hands on either side of his head to prop myself up.

Pulling away again once my lungs were screaming at me, I looked down at him and smiled. “I love you, too, Dyl.”

He smiled again, putting his hand on the back of my head to bring our lips back together before he said, “Good.”

~~~

And every day after that was another step closer to the biggest thing that could happen in a relationship. The One Year mark. I won’t go into too many details. He took me out to dinner then a walk on the beach. We ended up ending the night at his house watching a movie in his room. Pretty simple. Of course, that Monday was the third day of my Sophomore year. 

Dylan’s graduation was even more special. We did the same thing as our one and two year anniversary, and while the night did technically end back at his house, let’s just say that sexy time happened. Don’t worry, folks. The graduation party was over… and his friends were downstairs eating all the food. Ahem, moving on.

The first day of my Senior year was something I wished hadn’t had come. 

Looking out at the front of the school, I sighed, tears lining my eyes.

“Baby?” he said. “You okay?���

I lightly nodded my head, taking a deep breath. “Just can’t believe I’m gonna be a Senior.”

He chuckled and grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers. I left my hand relaxed as I closed my eyes, a tear streaming down my face. He unlaced our fingers, putting his hand under my chin and turning my head to lock our eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m scared,” I whispered. “I’ve always walked in on the first day, and now that you’ve graduated… I feel like I’m gonna feel lost and alone.”

“You won’t,” he said. “Cause I’m gonna be waiting right here or over there after school for you.”

I smiled at him, and tilted my head a little. “I love you,” I whispered.

Smiling back, he replied, “I love you, too, baby.”

We both leaned forward at the same time, pressing our lips together. Our lips moved in sync for about a minute before I reluctantly pulled away. “I gotta go or else I’m gonna be late.”

He chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “Go. Have fun. Trust me. This will be one of the best days of your life.”

“I think I can think of something else, but I’m not at liberty to disclose that information,” I said.

He looked at me like he was confused, so I just shook my head at him, smiling. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said, before I got out of the car.

School that day was weird, but oddly relaxing. I didn’t really have any homework like Freshman through Junior year. I didn’t have to wait that long after school let out for Dylan, spotting his car after I bid a couple girls from my classes goodbye for the day.

After getting into his car and giving him a hello kiss, I told him about my day and how we could spend the rest of the day together, if he wanted, but then a thought crossed over my mind.

“Aren’t you filming in LA for this episode a little bit?” I asked.

He chuckled, reaching over and lacing our fingers. “I was wondering when you were gonna ask about that. And yes, we are, but they gave me the day off to spend with you.”

“Okay, so what do I need to do about school?”

“I’ll drop you off and pick you up when we’re in LA when I can, and your dad will take over when I’m in Atlanta,” he explained.

“Cool,” I smiled. I tightened my grip on his hand a little, sadness coming over me a little. “Sucks that you’re filming on both coasts. Especially on a coast where we’re both originally from.”

“Yeah, but that's the price we both have to pay,” he said, pulling into his driveway. 

“But, isn’t my dad producing the show?” I asked, getting out of the car.

“A few episodes,” Dylan said. “He won’t fly to Atlanta with us, though.”

“Oh, gotcha,” I said, walking into the house. “Ya’know, I’m hoping to break out in the industry myself one day.”

“Oh, yeah?” he beamed.

“Yup. Always been a dream of mine,” I smiled.

Wrapping his arms around my waist after I dropped my bag by the door, he pressed our foreheads together. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve gotten you an audition.” “Cause I wanna finish school and be a normal teenager before I become famous.”

He chuckled before moving his lips to me, a sigh of content coming from me. 

Pulling away for a moment, I said, “I could really get used to that. And these--” I pointed to my lips. “--will always be waiting for you when you leave to be some big ass TV or movie star.”

“I probably won’t get that big, but okay,” he chuckled.

“Come on,” I said, lacing our fingers. “I know of something else we could do in the meantime.”

~~~

I can honestly tell you that dating an actor was a freaking cool thing. There would be days where my dad would be needed on set and I’d have to go with him, and let me tell you; being on a TV set was so much different than being on a music video set.

Senior year came and went, graduation was like normal with a graduation party that Dylan was able to come to and even brought his co-star and best friend Tyler Posey, whom I was a fan of. We ended up clicking instantly.

Dylan was shooting a movie called The First Time and while he had some kissing scenes, he kept reassuring me that he loved me and no one else. Little would I know in a few months that that would change. 

I love Dylan with everything, but I didn’t trust his co-star, Britt. She was always around and wouldn’t leave him alone. Even when I was there!

That’s okay. At least he came home with me when they were done filming for some of the night shoots. I did get to play with Maggie, who played Dyl’s little sister in the film when they didn’t need her for certain scenes. 

All in all, Dyl and I were still going strong… for about four more months at least. What happened next… sucked.

~~~

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[always-have-high-hopes]

so for positivity hour, i have a random story: i have to work with this really annoying kid in science class, and today he said i looked like Sacajawea (i don’t think i do), called the history teacher a cracker, and tried to ship me with the other boy in our group (to which i said “i’m too gay for this conversation”). so that was FUN!

omg rip 😂 jk just don’t give him attention cause that’s what he wants and just get the project done (but make sure you’re not doing all the work cause hell to the no)it’s positive hour (all the time lol). send me anything you’d like! 😊

[mainecoon76]

Splitting this thread again; this refers to this post by @rose-of-the-bright-sea, cause that’s where we left off. Sorry to anyone who’s not interested, but this is a fun discussion and tumblr lacks the right format for it.

I think I should mention here that I do hold the Feanorians responsible for their actions. Explanations are not excuses. Ultimately the one who holds the sword, pulls the trigger, or signs the contract is always responsible because they could have said no. (Unless they’re Bucky Barnes, but that’s a different fandom xD).

I’m just saying there are circumstances that make saying no very difficult, up to the point where most people would fail to do so. That’s why it’s so important to teach history to kids, to tell them, listen, many of these people were not evil but look what they did. Yes, it can happen again. They were no different from us, and they should have known, but that’s how people’s brains work and that’s why we actively need to teach awareness and make people second-guess their impulses. If we look down on people who fall into these traps and think we’re so far above them in moral terms, we may be next. Because we aren’t. The only difference is that we saw what happened, and so we can fight it better.

(As you see, I’m not really talking about the Feanorians here. 😊 )

But back to Doom and Oath.

 And then it’s a matter of how you view author intent in interpreting canon and so forth

I don’t consider author intent binding. The author writes the story, the reader interprets it. One shouldn’t have to read Tolkien’s letters to understand what happens in the text. Besides, one may differ in moral judgment. I have opinions about the treatment of the dwarves, as you know 😊 . I see Tolkien’s author intent at the end oft he Hobbit, but I disagree vehemently.

I’m afraid I don’t understand that quote out of context, and I’ll leave the free will vs determinism debate, or at least the finer points, to you philosophers *g*. Determinism makes no sense to me except on a very theoretical level. (As in, everything that happens is completely determined by the earlier events, which could have had no other outcome, on the atomar level. I’m no physicist, but that seems a very bold suggestion.)

For the human mind, this is impractical as a working model. There’s a reason why psychology is an empiric science, not an exact one. We work with statistics and probabilities. Thus, we can maybe predict how likely it is that an individual will behave in a certain way under certain circumstances, but we can never be sure. There are too many variables to consider. Could it be hypothetically possible? I doubt it.

 Self-fulfilling prophecies doesn’t change the fact it’s a prophecy.

Yes it does! A self-fufilling prophecy is not a true prophecy, but the cause of the very thing it predicts. It comes true only because someone believes in it.

Imagine you’ve got a professor who, for whatever reason, doesn’t like your face and lets you know that you’re not intelligent enough to pass your oral exams. That’s nonsense, but in consequence you begin to doubt your abilities, can’t concentrate, and panic because what if he’s right? You sit in the exam, forget everything you learned, and fail.

Is the teacher responsible? He only made a prediction, and it turned out to be quite correct!

That’s a very common mechanism, unfortunately. But it also works the other way round.

 The Valar still wouldn’t be actively fulfilling its completion.

Not actively. But they still helped to cause the results. I’m not saying it’s entirely a self-fulfilling prophecy, though, which brings us to point b).

 As for point b: the prophecy being at work doesn’t make the Valar responsible for how it’s working. Consider it to be a magical law of nature. Predicting gravity doesn’t mean I’m responsible for gravity.

If a prophecy (/curse) is “at work”, that suggests active involvement and not just that it came true. Namo made that prophecy (doom, curse) and apparently it actively did something to the Noldor. In that case he’s directly responsible. If you’d invented gravity, yes, you’d be responsible for it. (Unless that doom was floating around somewhere and Namo just voiced it. But future events are not a law of nature that follows universal rules, unless someone forces them into a certain direction. This still suggests some higher power meddled with the Noldor, who would have been better off without it. I doubt it was Eru.)

 The Noldor are casually responsible for the prophecy’s fulfillment in the same sense that when someone knocks over a book on accident, they are casually responsible for its fall

You can adjust to laws of nature. The prophecy makes very clear that they would knock over books no matter what they did. They could make whatever choices they liked of their own free will, but it would all turn to evil. They never had a chance. There’s no adjusting to that, and it’s no law of nature.

 But Feanor and his sons swearing of it remains, in my mind, something they are ultimately responsible for.

No doubt about that. As I said, I believe they had no way to assess the full consequences at the time, but yes, they are. They made a grieveous mistake, and it triggered a series of consequences from which there was no turning back at any point. Literally, they tried. They were damned the moment it was done, and the Valar reacted with zero amount of mercy. (Others didn’t. That’s why I like the idea that they were still close to Finrod later. It speaks for Finrod as much as for them. Elrond, too, and I think we can see another aspect of the author’s intent here: in FotR he dissuades Gimli from taking an Oath while not knowing what he’s in for, and warns that such an Oath can break the heart of the one who swears it. Knowing Elrond’s history and the canonical fact that he loved Maglor, this isn’t exactly hard to interpret.)

Also, while admitting that Feanor made huge mistakes, even the Valar acknowledge that the driving force behind it was Melkor - and he remains so throughout the First Age - but still it is Feanor and his sons who are brutally punished, and that results in an escalation of violence and despair.

 The Feanorians were utterly destructive to the greater good.

With the generous support of Melkor at the very least. I’m putting a good amount of blame on the Valar (as explained above), and Thingol didn’t handle the situation all that brilliantly either. Yes, they wielded the swords, but the causes were complex.  

 I think ultimately, the Feanorians were on the wrong side. It doesn’t change the fact that they did many praiseworthy deeds. Nor does it change the fact that there were faults among those who opposed them. But I still hold them morally accountable.

I didn’t even talk about their praiseworthy deeds. My point is that there shouldn’t have been sides at all! Melkor was on the wrong side. The Feanorians were hurt by Melkor, and tried to hurt him back. The following escalations were not caused by them alone, and the doom sealed their fate. Yes, they are morally accountable. But I still say their position is - not justifiable, but relatable. The utter lack of mercy, the fact that all too often all blame is given to them alone and it is suggested that they got what they deserved - well, I still find that hard to take. They were flawed, but not evil.