#Harvard vs Yale

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Meltdown has Harvard and Yale listed in her phone as "College #1" and "College #2"

She won't tell them who is who

[yelenaslyubov]

Twin Size Mattress (yelena belova university AU)

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a/n: heyyyy everyone! well i kept my promise one way or another and i finally have a piece written for you all! i’m sorry if it’s not up to par compared to my other stories, but it’s been a while and i feel a little rusty when it comes to this type of thing. i wanted to try something different for this time around and i think i accomplished that. also, let me know if you guys like the university AU aspect of this bc i might just be able to continue it a little bit (i say maybe loosely lol). in addition, i added a fun little moment of adding the outfits the characters would be wearing!! i hope you guys enjoy this new story and hopefully there will be more to come! it’s good to be back🥹🥹i hope to see more of you soon🫶

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: yelena belova (AU) x reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: MINORS DNI (18+) smut, fingering, oral, dom!reader, mentions of alcohol, language

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: you and yelena have been going to college together for the past couple years. when a college football game commences, you and yelena spend the day together and finish it off with a bang

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count: 3.7k

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ yelena’s outfit

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ reader’s outfit

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The pressing weight of your backpack dug into your shoulders as you quickly made your way to Yale’s school of art. Though your major was in English, you had connections that allowed you to use the photography facilities located elsewhere. Your bag was full of books, film equipment, and the negatives that you were anxious to develop.

It was college game day, the Harvard vs. Yale game to be more specific, so shoving through blue and red crowds of students was at the bottom of your list. Your trip to the dark room had to be short because even though you hated the idea of all things sports, you felt that tradition outweighed your personal grievances.

As you shut the door to the room and found yourself alone with the quiet, red space, your mind seemed to lighten. The pictures you had brought with you made their way out of your bag and into the developing process. You went through the usual motions until you hung them up to dry. Before you were beautiful headshots and silhouettes of your roommate, Yelena.

While most were taken with the consent of Yelena, there were some too extraordinary to possibly miss out on. The red hues accentuated the curves you so desperately longed to stroke. Of course, this information was unbeknownst to her.

She was the reason why you were so anxious to develop the pictures. Looking through the lense that wonderful day made you so much more excited to see them all finished. The day had been an exciting one. During the summer before the two of you went back to school you had a day at the beach. The weather was perfect, and she was perfect. She wore this lilac swim set that complimented her blonde hair and summer kissed skin so well you thought you would never be able to tear your eyes away from her.

As you went through each picture of her smiling, laughing, and being her usual self you came across the pictures that you tried so hard not to take. Your desire got the better part of you at this moment. The pictures arose of her laying belly down on her towel, a perfect view of her toned back paired with her other curves you could barely speak of. It was hard not to think about that day without becoming wildly sad that she had no idea you liked her with everything inside you.

These few intimate pictures would go where the rest of them are; hidden away in your journal. It was easier this way because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship that you valued so much. But what if she felt the same? You pulled yourself out of your delusions or else you might start to have hope.

She must have read your mind because your phone started ringing and as you pulled it out of your bag, Yelena’s face was vibrating on your screen.

“Hello?” you answered

“Where are you? You better not still be in that stupid dark room!” The sound of massive crowds were loud on the other side of the phone, but your voice drowned out every noise that could be taking place.

“Ha, funny story…”

“Seriously! The game starts soon, y/n. Hurry!”

“You miss me or something, Belova?”

She chuckled once. “And if I did?”

There was silence on your end because your one moment of bravery was already spent, leaving you speechless. “Uhm I’ll start heading your way right now. I should only be about 15 minutes out.”

“Perfect, I’ll save you a seat!”

“Thanks, Lena. Love you, bye,” you said naturally.

It was only then did you realize the words that slipped out of your mouth. Love you, really? You hoped that she thought it wasn’t how you really meant it.

After your stupid mistake, you took your pictures, tucked them away in your journal, and took off out of the building. The day was sunny but the fall crisp in the air took the edge off of the heat from the sun. Even from far away you could hear the triumph of the marching band playing their game day songs. Though your dislike of sports was one thing, there was a certain feeling you got on days like this; the music, the people, the adrenaline, that really made you succumb to the American tradition.

Finding Yelena in the crowd would be the easy part, the hard part would be keeping your eyes off her the entire afternoon. Luckily, she generally picked the same area each game day to sit so it wouldn’t be an extreme challenge to spot her out.

Your suspicion came true when you saw her jumping up and down a few aisles up from the front towards the 40 yard line. She was dressed in her usual Yelena chic, but with a hint of school spirit. You smiled to yourself at her excitement for the game and waited to see if she noticed you walking up to greet her.

“You’re here!” she yelled. She shuffled through other people on her row and fell into your arms. The strong smell of her cologne filled your nose and warmed your heart. You hugged her tightly back and squeezed the leather jacket that was draped around her. “You almost missed the game,” she whined.

“Lena, kickoff hasn’t even started, but I see that hasn’t stopped you from starting early.” You eyed the cold beer she had in her Yale koozie.

“Oh hush and let me be. Now get in there so we can watch.” As you were sneaking past other students Yelena tapped you on the ass and giggled. This was nothing unusual for Yelena, but each time she did it, it made your cheeks glow red.

The two of you settled into your places in the stadium surrounded by a couple of your friends and watched the game begin. The first half of the game was intense with each team up and down on scores. When the buzzer sounded to notify it was halftime everyone seemed to sigh in relief. The crowds started to shuffle again to take a quick intermission before the second half.

“So y/n, what photos were you able to get this time?” Yelena asked.

It was the question you were avoiding answering. If you pulled out the few you wanted to show her, the rest you spent your time hiding would be exposed as well.

“Oh they weren’t anything important, just a couple rolls I hadn’t developed yet.” You tried to play it cool not to give it away.

“Everything of yours is important to me.” Her saying that just made it so much harder to keep them all a secret. “Come on, please show me.”

She gave you her best pouty face and it was so unfortunate that it worked. You rolled your eyes and tried to open the journal in your bag so you could find the pictures you wanted her to see. Once they were all collected you passed them over to her and her face lit up.

“The day at the beach! I remember these.” She flipped through them with a grin on her face. She laughed when the picture of you popped up with your pants soaking yet from the ocean waves. “You were so pissed.”

“Pissed is an understatement,” you added. She smiled up at you and your stomach was tied up in knots. You weren’t sure whether it was the dimples that just so sneakily showed up, her rosy lips, or the bright green eyes that you could finally see without her sunglasses getting in the way.

“These are so amazing— you’re amazing. I need copies of these,” she begged.

“Anything for you,” you smiled.

“Anything?” Yelena smirked.

Your cheeks darkened red. “Shut up.” You shoved her a little with your shoulder.

By the time you showed all your creations off to Yelena the second half of the game was in full swing.

The second was more intense than the first due to Yale being behind for most of the game. Yelena was starting to become too anxious for your liking, and you hoped for her sake that you guys could pull out the win. There was a minute left on the clock and Yelena practically had your arm in a chokehold.

“Fucking run the ball, jackass!” Yelena yelled.

“Hey now, you wanna simmer down a little for me?” you asked, hoping to calm her down a bit.

She chuckled a little and leaned into your arm more. “Sorry, sorry. Anything for you,” she mocked from your previous words.

She quickly turned her head back so she could enjoy the last minute of the game. Her grip only became tighter around your arm as the clock ticked down to the wire. The whistle sounded to indicate that Yale called for a timeout. They needed to sort out their plans if they were going to try and pull out this win. They were down 28-24 with only around 30 seconds to go.

Once they were back in the game the crowd went wild, Yelena included. Number 13 got a hold of the ball and ran all the way to the end zone for a touchdown. Yelena screamed like she never had before and threw her hands up in the air. You cheered along with her at your school’s win. Yelena jumped into your arms out of excitement and you held her tightly as you swept her up in the air.

“We did it, Lena!” you cheered.

She found her footing back on the ground and she grabbed your face and looked into your eyes. “We did it!” The pure shock on your face made her recoil back a bit which resulted in her having matching cheeks just like yourself. “Uh- I- I’m sorry.”

“No, no. You didn’t do anything wrong,” you smiled. “Let’s just get out of here before we’re all packed in.”

You said goodbye to your friends right before a Yelena grabbed your hand to lead you through the crowd. You knew it meant nothing, but having your hand in hers was a dream come true.

When you had made it out of the crowd, it seemed as though the two of you forgot you were still linked together. You quickly broke it off before she could say anything about it.

“So, are we going to keep walking with nowhere to go or are you taking me out?” Yelena smirked.

“Am I what?” you questioned.

“You really are worked up today.” Yelena laughed, but you knew it was true and you didn’t know how else to hide it.

“Why don’t we go back to my dorm? My roommate isn’t there like usual so we could watch a movie or something?”

“Do you have popcorn?” she asked and you nodded. “Then it’s a deal.”

The two of you talked and laughed on the walk to your dorm. Like usual, Yelena made it so difficult to not stare at her. She had such a unique confidence that drew you deeper and deeper into her presence. The way she carried herself was like no other.

When you made it into your room Yelena immediately started searching for your snacks that you kept in the drawers under your bed. You set your things down on your desk and sat down in your chair.

“Do you mind if I borrow some of your clothes?” Yelena asked.

“I don’t know why you even ask anymore, Lena. Your closet consists of half of my clothes anyway,” you laughed.

She rolled her eyes and started taking her clothes off to change. Trying not to watch her change was not easy to come by. You turned around in your chair and pretended to unload your back from the day. What Yelena didn’t know is that your mirror allowed the perfect angle to see different parts of her.

What really got you was the matching black bra and underwear that revealed itself as she took her clothes off. This surprise caused you to knock a few things off your desk in the process, one of them being your journal. Naturally, Yelena turned around to try and help.

“What did you do, get angry and throw things off the desk?” Yelena laughed. It was awful timing to have other pictures that Yelena did not see poking out of your journal. “What are these?”

“Oh, you don’t have to-”

“Y/n, what are these?”

“Just pictures…”

Yelena stared at you puzzlingly as she picked up the journal off the floor and opened it to reveal the hidden pictures inside. Her brows furrowed as she inspected each one in great detail.

“Y/n, these are…so beautiful.”

You stood there staring down at the pictures or anywhere else in the room, just so you didn’t have to look at her.

“Why didn’t you show me these?” Yelena’s voice was softer now, more gentle. “Y/n?”

“I-I don’t know… I guess I thought you would think it was weird,” you replied shyly.

“Why would it be weird?”

Shit. If you told her why then she would know how you felt, but if you say nothing at all that’s not any better. You were stuck.

“I don’t know…”

She searched your face from any indication of an explanation. There was so much happening that you almost forgot Yelena was half naked.

“These are beautiful.”

“Only because you’re in them,” you bravely said.

Yelena blushed, something you didn’t see very often. “Damn y/l/n, you sure do know the way to my heart.”

“I’m serious.” You felt like your world had stopped at the thought of where this was going. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, Yelena. How could I not take those pictures that day?”

Yelena was quiet now. You weren’t sure whether this was good or bad. You were tired of being subtle, especially now that you had her right where you wanted her.

“I don’t know what to say,” Yelena said. Her eyes were full of something you hadn’t seen before.

You looked at her for a moment trying to build up your confidence one last time because you knew if you didn’t then you would never be able to do this.

“For once Belova, I would love it if you said nothing at all.” You stepped closer so you could delicately slide your hands up behind her neck. She looked taken off guard, but she definitely was not fighting it. When Yelena took her hands and placed them around the straps of your overalls and pulled you closer so you were face to face, you knew she might’ve wanted this just as much as you.

“Just kiss me already,” she whispered close enough you could feel the breath on your lips. With her words you threw your lips against hers in a kiss that you waited much too long for. Your lips moved against hers as your hands were tangled in her blonde waves. Yelena pulled and grabbed at anything on you just to make you even closer to one another.

You shifted your position to try and push yourself against Yelena so that she may lean against the bed. You knew exactly what your intentions were as of now, but you were not sure how Yelena would feel about it.

The first brush of her tongue against yours sent shivers down your spine and you weren’t sure if she heard your quiet moan or not. You saved your restraint for so many months, so now there was nothing holding you back. Your lips traveled away from hers to down her soft neck. You placed rough and hungry kisses along the nape of her neck and you could tell just by her demeanor that she was having a hard time keeping quiet.

“Uhm, what about your roommate?” Yelena asked in between heavy breaths

“What about them?”

“What if they, you know, walk in?” You must have found a sweet spot on her neck because her question ended with a whine.

“They’re never here.”

“But what if-”

“Just shut up already,” you said.

You smiled against her lips as you threw her shoulders down on the bed as gently as you could. It was hard to take things slow when you had been craving exactly this for far too long.

As your hungry lips continued to move against Yelena’s, you found your fingers playing with the band of her underwear. Your fingers traced all along the skin that was covered.

“I want to see every part of you that was hiding in these photos,” you said. Your mind went back to the day you took those sexy pictures of her and it made you even more desperate for what was hiding beneath Yelena’s garments.

“I just need you to touch me,” Yelena said, breathless. “Please touch me.”

You were quick to pull down her panties to reveal a sight you never thought you would have the pleasure of seeing. Even the panties that brushed against her pussy made her wince in pleasure.

“Please,” begged Yelena.

After undressing her bottom, in one swift motion you unhooked her bra.

“You want me to touch you like this?”

You placed your lips around one of her nipples as you watched her head fall into the bed. Your tongue made its way to circle around her nipple, slowly building up her desire.

Without thinking, you slightly tugged on her nipple with your teeth. Yelena moaned just loud enough for you to hear. It was the most beautiful sound that you had been dying to hear since you met her.

You wanted to move on further.

“Or I could maybe touch you like this?”

Your hand was almost shaking as it made its way down to get center. Your fingers slowly but surely made small circles on her clit. Now, Yelena was panting with lust and trying to keep quiet despite what you wanted.

“Fuck, Lena. You’re so wet.” You couldn’t help yourself from pointing out the obvious. The wetness that covered her only made yours grow.

Yelena had her mouth covered now, most likely paranoid that others would hear her like she had said earlier.

“I want to hear you,” you demanded.

Yelena was moaning softly through her hand now, a reaction to your words.

“Be a good girl and take your hand away from your mouth. I want to hear you.”

She did as you wished and removed her hand. The hand that previously resided over her mouth was now gripped onto the bed.

You took a minute to admire her before moving on further. Her body was even more gorgeous than you could’ve ever imagined. Her toned arms that held on so tightly to the bed, her curves that wavered like the ocean down her body, and her perfectly kissed skin, just how you liked it.

“Maybe you want me to touch you… like this?”

You went even further and slowly slipped your fingers inside her pussy. As you sunk your fingers deep inside her, Yelena became even more worked up.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Please keep going. It feels so good.”

Seeing Yelena drown in the pleasure of your fingers inside her was something you never thought you would live to see.

“You feel so good, baby.” Yelena seemed to like the name because she let out a long whine. “Good girl. Be louder for me.”

You loved the power you had over her in such a short amount of time.

The pace of your fingers stayed quite steady now. Yelena moaned with each stroke that went deeper in her pretty pussy. There was one more thing that you longed to do before she reached her limit.

“You want me to touch you like this, baby?”

Finally, with your fingers still keeping a rhythm inside her, you lowered yourself down on the bed so that you could taste her.

Your tongue made its way to make contact with her clit. Yelena was the loudest now, and with her noise came her restless body. Much like her, you were just as overcome with pleasure.

Her hips bucked into your face with each increasing second. Your tongue explored every single part of her, almost as if you would never get to do it again. Your fingers sped up now that you could tell she was getting closer.

“Holy fuck, right there,” Yelena moaned. “Keep going, I’m so close.”

“Good job, baby,” you murmured. “I want you to cum around my fingers.”

Your words only sped up the process more. Her hips moved even faster which made it hard for you to keep your pace. Your tongue and fingers moved rapidly as she started to reach the peak of her climax

“I’m gonna cum baby,” Yelena said breathlessly.

All at once, Yelena let out a loud stream of moans that you were sure echoed through the hall in your dorm. You didn’t care. You were happy to have her all to yourself, and now, everyone knew it too.

“Good girl, let it all out,” you praised her.

Yelena laid there on your bed to try and catch her breath. You couldn’t help but watch the result of your doings as she looked so worked up.

You took your last opportunity to soak her body in by kissing all the way up her thighs, stomach, chest, and face. Yelena seemed to be hiding her face a bit, most definitely different from her usual demeanor.

You moved her hand that shielded her face. “You okay?”

She gave a thumbs up

“Does that mean it felt okay?”

She had a surprised look on her face. “The entire hall heard me and you think it didn’t feel good?!”

You laughed. “Just checking.”

You both laid next to each other for a while in silence before Yelena spoke up.

“So…how long have you felt this way?”

“When did you start school here?”

“Uhm…two years ago?”

“Then two years.”

Yelena looked over at you. “Really?”

“Really,” you nodded. “How could I not, just look at you.” Yelena smiled at your words.

“Well, I’ve worked up an appetite after all that fun. What do you say we make some popcorn and watch a movie and pretend like no one heard all of that?”

“That sounds perfect to me.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night in each other’s company talking and reveling in the day’s events. You laid in bed thinking about how happy you were to have taken those pictures that day on the beach.

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Today We Honor Pauli Murray

At 30 years old, Pauli Murray was arrested for violating segregation laws in Virginia by sitting in the “whites-only” section of the bus. This incident, among others, sparked her passion for civil rights work.

She enrolled at Howard University’s law school and graduated at the top of her class. Despite her outstanding academic achievements, she was denied the opportunity to do post-graduate work at Harvard, which she believed was due to her gender and race. This didn’t deter her, though, and she graduated from Yale Law School in 1965. Murray later wrote the influential book, States’ Laws on Race and Color, which served as an encyclopedia of all the states’ laws concerning race.

In recognition of her pioneering work in gender discrimination, Ruth Bader Ginsburg named her as a coauthor in the Supreme Court Case Reed vs Reed.

CARTER™️ Magazine

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 | 5

pairing: jameson hawthorne x reader

summary:who would have guessed taking an unwanted picture of her could lead to that tense moment? more than that, who would have thought it would get his attention to make a deal? and guys like him drain a person inside out when are interested in you.

series taglist: @clarissaweasley-10 @whatsamongus @sheisntyou @emelia07 @elysianwayy77 @lyra-kane @bewitchingkisses @zenikswaffleshop @off-to-the-r4ces @jamcarven

permanent taglist: @clarissaweasley-10 @whatsamongus @sheisntyou @emelia07 @elysianwayy77 @cassie6392

warning: angst a bit

a/n: long time no see with this series. one more part and it'll be over ❤️laufey reference

word count: 1.2k

part 4 | masterlist | series masterlist

“I didn't have an answer to your question that day.”

She recalled their conversation on the side of the road, she recalled everything he said, especially the last sentence. Does that mean he has an answer now? she wondered, and kept wondering while she typed her assignment. She couldn't focus, her thoughts were just him, and what they could be—as much as she'd like to conceal this particular thought of hers from herself— she couldn't stop imagining how they would be together.

To make the fire burn more, she received a text from Jameson like fuel. She wanted to ignore it, but her hands reached for her phone, her brain told her to not read the text but her eyes moved to the notification bar.

— Truth or Dare?

She didn't respond to the text, instead she did something worse. She called him.

He answered after two rings. “Hello, there.” his words slurred.

“You're drunk?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Guess.”

“That doesn't male any sense, I can obviously tell you're drunk stupid.” She rolled her eyes.

“Truth.” He said. “Would you?”

“Would I ‘what’?”

“You know”

“No, Jameson. I don't” she was getting annoyed but a part of her loved conversations like this with him.

“Would you pick me up?”

“And you couldn't have asked that like a normal person?”

He muttered something which she couldn't male sense of, after making him share his location she grabbed her keys, and drove to Harvard. When she picked him up she got to know that he was attending the Harvard vs Yale match with his brother, and instead of coming to New Heaven directly he stopped somewhere to simply get drunk.

“Sorry if I took too much time to get here.” She said as she approached him in the bar.

“It's okay. You got here just perfect. Just like you.” He smiled. Her heart fluttered as he said those words even though she knew he's drunk, and she's perfectly imperfect.

“Let's go.” she announced but he didn't move. “Jameson, it's already late. Come on.”

“Have a drink with me, or two, or three.” He puts his best charismatic yet infuriating smile.

“I'm driving, idiot.”

He looked down, and smiled wider. She swore she even noticed a little blush.

“Let's go?”

He finally stood up. “Help me.”

She sighed hard but took his left arm and snaked it around her shoulders. “You're so nice to me, you're really nice. Do you know that?”

She blinked a couple times. “Well.”

“If you keep being nice to me, I'll just have to kiss you.”

This time she blinked slowly. “Don't say anything that you don't mean.”

“I'm serious. You have kissable lips, and you're so nice.”

She didn't reply, and let him just talk throughout their way to her car, and throughout the ride. Throughout the ride was a smile on her face plastered. It was impossible not to smile, and even blush sometimes, or laugh.

“If three—” He started another riddle but she stopped him by putting one of her hands on his face.

“Nope. Let me concentrate on the road.”

“I am more interesting than the road.”

She focused on the road as she shook her head, Jameson didn't stop at all. Neither did she stop listening as much as she tried, she failed so badly. There was just something about him, and the way he makes her feel. Even at his drunk state he was clear of his words asking her riddles.

“We're here.” she announced.

“Already?”

“I've been driving for more than an hour.”

He got out of the car after she did.

“No thanks to me?” She asked.

“Next weekend.” He told her.

She raised an eyebrow.

“There is this family thing. You join me, and I'll show you more Hawthorne games.”

She didn't answer immediately. She's going to be in the same room as his family? Would he introduce her to them? If so, then what? Friend? Is that what they are? Right now? In the middle of the night, standing a foot apart staring into eachothers eyes like they're something more?

“Yes” she said, she wanted to know how he would introduce her.

_

Jameson couldn't pick her up because he had to be there early. She put on her best dress, it was a dark purple—almost black dress that hugged her figure perfectly with full sleeves. She drove to the gala that the Hawthornes are hosting, it was luxurious from the car parking, she knew Jameson was loaded but seeing this just made it more real.

She entered the gala looking for only a pair of emerald eyes only to feel a pang in her heart when she finally found them. He was talking to a group of girls their age, closely. With the same charming smile that he gives her. She thought of running away but that would be silly, she took a few steps closer to him, and was glad that he noticed her instead of her interrupting his conversation with those girls.

He excused himself from them, and immediately approached her. What surprised her was how he took her hand in his, both hands.

“Finally you're here, let's go.”

“Go where?”

“Better than this place. By the way, you look absolutely stunning in this dress, where have you been hiding all this time?” He asked her with the same smile he gave those girls. She swore it was a bit different with her but maybe she was just delusional, and wanted it to be different.

Jameson asked her to drive him to his House. House with a capital H. She stopped questioning why when she saw the grand house. She was scared to drive in, and go inside because it was so enormous, and intimidating.

She was so confused when he moved a picture frame to a certain angle, and gasped when a secret passage opened. That was just the beginning.

“Your house is so cool.” She said as they both sat inside one of the secret passage ways with a board game of chutes and ladders. It had its own Hawthorne rules.

“I knew you'd like it.”

“Seriously, I could live here forever.”

He chuckled, and rolled his dice.

“You could have just invited me to your House instead of the gala, I wouldn't have dressed up, you know? Now it's all waste.”

“And miss all of this? No way. And no, it's not all waste. It's pleasing to my eyes.” He admitted it as he watched her blush.

“I was scared to come to the gala, I thought I might have to talk to your family.” She moved.

“My family? Why?”

Her face dropped slightly. “You know…you invited me to the gala..”

“Doesn't mean you got to meet them, it's necessary.”

“Right.”

“Seriously? It's not like we're dating or you're my girlfriend.” He rolled his dice again.

Then what are we? She wanted to ask

“Yeah. I could never be your girlfriend.” Those words hurted her heart so much. She could feel the weight in her chest increasing slowly.

He chuckled. “No, you could be. But we won't.’

This hurted her even more. He got to stop.

She wanted to ask why, why they wouldn't. But she didn't want to ruin what they have now, she didn't want to get hurt more. She liked how they are right now. It would hurt her if she asked more but it's worse to be nothing than something with him.

part 6 →

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RORY GILMORE, THE BOLTER

because this song is soooooo her coded i'm going to implode if i don't share <3

the town treats her like she's the chosen one, and everyone thinks she's perfect and yet: daddy issues

i can't explain it, these lines are just all her!!

the harvard vs. yale debate!!

HELLOOOO??? literally literati TAMING A BEAR!! MAKING HIM CARE!!

aces y'all!! aces!! there are three parts for dean, jess, and logan and they all fit!

[emmafallsinlove]

I forgot she rejected them 😂 Iconic queen really 😌

the fact that rory chose to go to yale speaks volume to me about how she was never a hayden as some people tries to forces her to be over on tiktok to begin with because in 1.15 christopher’s father mentioned how every hayden end up in princeton but rory is a gilmore and for generations the gilmores went to yale!!

[adamsvanrhijn]

am i going to finally post the fic where Oscar cheats on his college boyfriend with john at a Yale vs Harvard sporting event so i can use lyrics from the alchemy in a fic title

[altschmerzes]

how worth it is it to go to law school in canada vs the us? im in undergrad in the us and ill likely practice here but im not completely sure

i can't speak to whether it's worth it if your plan is to practice in the us - my plan is, gd willing and the canadian government remains cooperative, to stay and practice in ontario - but i do know that there are states that accept canadian law degrees with no issue and just make you write the bar, but there are also a lot of states where it is significantly more complicated than that and can be an enormous pain. so like, it's possible, but may involve a major headache, especially depending on where you plan to practice.

but just speaking of law school in itself, and not the subsequent licensing headaches? holy shit i cannot speak highly enough of my experience. like, for one, because the united states is an. insane hellscape. (and don't come at me about how canada has its problems too - trust me, i know. but two things can be true at once. canada has its problems and they are serious and systemic. it is also however not the united states and this is to its serious benefit.) the tuition that i'm paying here, even as an international student? fuck it's so much cheaper.

as an international student at my school in ontario, counting for currency conversions and whatnot, i am paying about ten grand a year less than i would be paying as an in-state resident in my home state's like. state university law school - and the other important thing to consider there is that while that school is good, the school i'm in here? they're not... in the same tier, reputationally. which doesn't necessarily mean anything, but the way that people react when i mention what school i'm going to here is the way people react to 'i'm at harvard/uchicago/yale law' in the states. and for that comparison? the tuition thing stands out even more. there are about 200 law schools in the us. canada has 24. do with that information what you will, i suppose, but to me it made me feel like there was a bit more of a... security? behind the qualify of the education i was going to end up with and the likelihood there'd be name recognition and alumni networks that could help me in my career and life after graduation.

there's a bunch of other stuff to consider obviously like housing and cost of living and whatnot, and so that can get complicated. it's also worth flagging that the immigration conversation in canada is seeing a lot of handwringing about Too Many Visa Holders right now, and that includes new caps to study permits. if you - or anyone - want to chat off-anon about what the study permit application and whole. visa stuff. process was like for me, with the understanding that my experience isn't necessarily going to be representative of the changing situation, i'd be happy to do that!

[foreverrandomwritings]

Actions Speak Louder Than Words- Part 4

Summary: When Harvard and Yale decide they want to get stationed at a different base the navy calls in one of the best 2 seater jets they have ‘The Does’. They may be younger than the other pilots by a couple years but they have quickly made a name for themselves with the impeccable work they do together. But the question is will they fit in with the other pilots already in California or will they crash and burn?

Pairings: Romantic Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x Afab!OC Jane "Mute" Hall Platonic Afab!OC Jane "Mute" Hall x Afab!OC John "Ramble" De Luca

Warnings: Swearing, anxiety, harassment, alcohol, angst?, fluff.

Word Count: 3732(This is the longest piece I've ever written)

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They all arrived at The Hard Deck around the same time. The car ride over for Mute and Ramble consisted of going back and forth with what to do about Fanboy. Ramble wanted her to go for him. Mute wanted to stay far away from him. She didn’t want to get into another messy relationship, especially not with someone she worked with. She had done a great job of it up until this point. 

As they pulled into the parking lot she made Ramble promise to stay out of it to which he said no way in hell then he bolted out of the car. He was going to make sure they ended up talking by the end of the night no matter what. She slowly made her way out of the car taking a few deep breaths. 

It wasn’t that she hated people necessarily, it was just that she hated places that were overly crowded. Bars were one place she knew were always overly crowded. So as she made her way in it was no surprise that even for a Monday night it was busy. A sea of navy folk and other local regulars.

She searched for her best friend in the crowd and saw him at the pool table in the back. She started weaving through the crowd to get to him. As she got closer she saw most of the squad hanging around the table. Hangman and Coyote were at the dartboard. A few at the bar ordering drinks. 

“I already told Rooster what we want for our first round. Now come over here and play a game of pool with us.” Ramble told her as she got close enough, handing her a pool stick. She took it while Phoenix racked the balls. Then the game started Mute and Fritz vs Phoenix and Ramble. The game went quickly, the squad talking, Rooster bringing them more drinks. The Game came to an end with Phoenix and Ramble winning. Maverick had arrived at that point. 

After that game Ramble mingled and Mute listened. She listened to Payback and Fanboy talk about a funko pop they were both struggling to find. She listened to Omaha talk about how his wife was pregnant and morning sickness had been hitting her hard and how she was craving the weirdest things. She listened to Coyote talk to Hangman about how he was really missing home. She listened to Halo talk about her anniversary with her fiancé coming up and that they were having a hard time agreeing on what to do for it. She listened when Rooster mentioned how he kept losing sunglasses. 

As she listened she and Fanboy had continued to catch each other's eyes. Everytime they were caught looking at the other, a blush would rush on their face and they would turn their heads away. So when Mute had slipped out the back Fanboy had noticed. He saw Rooster come up to the group and look around for her. “Hey, has anyone seen Mute? I got another drink for her.” He asked everyone as he came up empty looking for the red haired pilot. 

“I saw her slip out back. Fanboy, why don’t you take her the drink?” Ramble spoke looking at the other wisso. Fanboy sat with wide eyes staring at Ramble before Payback was smacking him on the back. 

“Go on Mickey, give the girl her drink, you don’t want her to die of dehydration do you?” Payback said a smile just as wide as Rambles adorning his face. Fanboy shook his head before getting up and getting the beer. He wondered briefly why Ramble would encourage him to give his girlfriend a drink but let the thought slip his mind. He walked to the back door. As his hand met the knob he gulped and told himself the worse she could do was tell him to leave. Then he was opening the door and slipping into the sea soaked air. 

He spotted her sitting in the sand. Her boots sat next to her and her hair down around her face. Once he reached her side she turned her head to look at him. A soft smile adorning her features. A look of surprise in her eyes. He held out her drink and she took it from his hand. “Do you mind if I sit with you?” He asked her quietly, not wanting to disturb the silence. She simply patted the spot next to her staring back at the ocean. 

He slowly sat down making sure not to spill his beer in the process. They sat in silence, both of them staring at the ocean. Mute occasionally picking at her nails. He realized that he was comfortable just sitting here with her. Deciding that he wouldn’t try to talk to her first. He would be patient and let her come to him when she was ready.  

They sat there for a while longer before they heard the door to the bar open and close. They both turned their heads to see who it was when they spotted Ramble leaning against the building. “Hey hot stuff let’s go I’m ready for bed.” He yelled out to them which had Mute standing up. She grabbed her boots and looked down at Fanboy before uttering an almost silent “thank you” to him. He gave her a smile and told her “good night” in reply. He came to the conclusion that he was okay being just friends with her. 

As Mute and Ramble got to the car he tossed her the keys for her to drive home since she wasn’t really drinking tonight. Mute was relieved that Ramble didn’t ask about Fanboy. Instead he talked about his excitement for the rest of the week. 

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Tuesday consisted of some in class training. Then Mute and Ramble were heading to the grocery store after work. The red head gathered everything she needed to make gumbo and cornbread. 

Then she looked for stuff that would help ease pregnancy symptoms. She found Kit Kats, dill pickles, hot sauce, peanut butter, sour gummy worms and green apple Gatorade for Omaha's wife. Grabbing more hair gel for Phoenix as well. 

Fanboy and Mute had eaten lunch together in silence that day.

On Wednesday she took the gumbo and cornbread into work in 10 containers and 10 reusable ziploc bags. Giving Coyote the biggest container of it. She had made a vegetarian version for Fritz. As she handed the containers to Coyote he gave her a weird look before looking into the Tupperware and seeing the gumbo. 

When he looked back up at her he had tears in his eyes. Thanking her repeatedly for the food. That had not only earned his friendship but Hangman’s as well. Because if someone did something that nice for his best friend then he had to be nice to them. She had also given the hair gel to Phoenix which she was instantly thankful for because she was almost out. 

As they got off work that night they headed to Target where Mute and Ramble both loaded up with aviators and baby clothes. Before going home and putting together the tv stand that had arrived while they were at work. Then they had called Ramble's parents which at this point were basically Mutes as well. She hadn’t talked to her parents since she joined the academy. 

Mute and Fanboy had exchanged hellos and smiles at lunch that afternoon. 

Thursday she and Ramble were handing over all the stuff they had gotten for Omaha and his wife. To which he became speechless. Not knowing what to say to the duo he ended up giving them both big hugs and invited them over to meet his wife when she was feeling up to it. They had both agreed that they would love that. When she handed the bag of aviators and an old librarian type glasses chain over to Rooster he let out a loud laugh. Then slipped the chain onto his sunglasses. 

As they left work that night they stopped at the post office and grabbed a package from Ramble's parents that they had expressed shipped. Once they got home they moved the couch inside that had been delivered. Then went back and forth on what they wanted to do with the empty basement. Ramble wanted to make it an at home gym to which Mute refused. They continued to bounce ideas off each other until agreeing on a home theater.

Mute had asked Fanboy how his day was at lunch that day. Then she replied when he asked her about her day.

Friday they had gone to the coffee shop they learned most of the squad liked and picked up drinks and breakfast for everyone. They had gone around handing them out. Giving Bob the non-alcoholic wine that Ramble's parents had sent them. Then giving Halo a couple bottles of wine a pamphlet of the vineyard and a free 2 nights stay for her and her fiancé. She thanked the both of them and told them it was perfect. Asking if they wanted her to pay them back. To which they both refused telling them they were close to the owners and got it all for free. 

As Friday came to a close at work Maverick invited them all to The Hard Deck Saturday afternoon for a game of dogfight football and lunch. The duo had been confused on what dogfight football was to which Phoenix explained. Then they agreed to be there. Promising to see everyone at the bar that night for drinks. 

Mute had asked Fanboy if he would be at The Hard Deck that night and the next day to which he told her yes. She had smiled and told him she was looking forward to seeing him there. 

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The duo had stopped at the post office again on the way to The Hard Deck. Mute had asked Ramble if her hair looked okay when they arrived at the parking lot. To which he nodded and told her always with a wink. Mute looked around the parking lot seeing all the cars as they walked inside. She had thought the bar was packed on Monday but that didn’t even compare to how packed it was that night.  

Monday had been easy enough for her. The anxiety of the crowd was minimal and when it got a little much she moved outside. Tonight she didn’t know if she’d be able to handle it. Ramble saw the way her shoulders tensed, her head dropping towards her chest, arms crossing across her middle. He moved to her side, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. 

“Do you want to leave? I don’t think anyone has seen us so we could just text them and tell them we weren’t feeling up to it and head home?” He asked her worry seeping into his voice. He had wanted to hang out with the squad but Mute would always come first for him. She shook her head “ No I want to try. Can we stay at least for a little bit?” she turned looking up at her back seater. 

He gave her a wide grin. “For you babe anything. You let me know when you’re ready to leave and we can head out I promise.” He told her then leaned in and whispered to her “Cammineremo.” as he squeezed her shoulder pulling her into him. 

“Saremo Potenti.” She whispered, pushing further into him as they started to weave through the crowd to the pool table. As they neared the tables Ramble handed her the package he had been holding. She opened it grabbing the 2 boxes and made her way to Payback and Fanboy. 

“Hey Mute! How ya doing?” Payback asked her. She nodded her head before setting the boxes down in front of the correct owners. They both looked down, eyes getting wide before quickly going back up to the front seater. 

“How the fuck did you score these? We’ve been looking for these for months.” Fanboy questioned her. 

“I know a guy.” She told him shrugging her shoulders nonchalance seeping out of her. Payback didn’t miss how she had answered his backseaters question but not his. He was happy she was opening up to him.

“How much do we owe you? These had to be so fucking expensive.” Fanboy said picking up the box and examining it. 

“How about you do any push ups I have to do for a month each and we’ll call it even?” Mute joked with him. 

“Are you sure? That definitely doesn’t seem fair to you.” He asked her. 

“I really fucking hate push up’s.” She told him with a smile on her face. 

“Okay you got it. We’ll do it. Right Rueben?” Fanboy asked, turning to his front seater. To which he nodded. Then Fanboy reached his hand out to shake Mutes in an old style deal kind of way. She grasped his hand and gave it a firm shake before pulling away and slipping back to Ramble's side as the bar had somehow grown louder. He pulled her into his side again, rubbing circles with his thumb against the sleeve of her uniform. Then the disappointment came crawling into Fanboy. He and her could only be friends and he was going to have to deal with it. 

The night had been going smoothly. But more people had been piling in and John needed to go to the bathroom. He knew he couldn’t leave Jane alone so he looked around the room and spotted Fanboy still sitting at the same table as when they first arrived.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom really quick. Are you okay standing here for a couple minutes?” John asked his best friend to which she nodded. So he was off weaving through the group of people to Fanboy. 

“I’m running to the bathroom. Can you keep an eye on Mute for me? She just gets a little nervous with big crowds.” He asked the smaller dark haired man. Mickey nodded his head and told him he had it. So that’s how he found himself sitting and watching the red haired pilot. Trying not to seem creepy but not wanting to let her out of his sight. She had been fine for a few minutes. Until the song changed to a louder one, someone bumped into her spilling their drink down her side and causing her to slightly fall backwards. The final straw was when the person mumbled something to her. 

He could see the sudden anxiety over taking her features all at once. He was up and out of his chair before he even knew what he was doing. Once he reached her through the crowd he could see the panic in her eyes as she searched the room. Her chest started to rapidly go up and down. Her palms were clammy. She suddenly became nauseous and light headed. Then her eyes met his and tears started to form.

“Can I touch you?” She could barely hear through the sea of noises around her. Had she not been looking at him and seeing his lips moving she probably would’ve missed the words. She shakily nodded, not trusting her voice at all. Then his hand was gently grabbing her wrist and he was pushing through the people to the back door. Using his body to shield hers against the ever moving waves of bodies. They passed Payback who was right by the door and Fanboy told him to send Ramble out as soon as he saw him. He didn’t wait for a response as he opened the door. 

They finally got out of the bar into the humid night air. He let go of her wrist as she stumbled to the ground of the patio. He hadn’t even had time to catch her as one of her knees hit the ground and she knocked over a chair. Then she was leaning back and moving towards the wall using her hands and feet to push her. Once her back hit the wall she suddenly gasped and brought her hands to the top button of her shirt. 

“Jane. Hey Jane, can you hear me?” Mickey was asking getting on his knees a couple feet in front of her. But her eyes were glazed over and she didn’t seem to be able to understand anything. He was about to ask again when the door swung open almost hitting him. He opened his mouth to tell whoever it was to fuck off before he saw the tall wisso with a panicked look in his eyes. 

But he seemed to calm down once his eyes landed on his best friend. “What happened to her?” John quickly asked. 

“A new song came on that was pretty loud, then someone ran into her spilling their drink on her and made her fall back some. They said something to her as well but I didn’t hear what they said.” Mickey got out in one breath, hands starting to slightly shake. 

“Thanks for bringing her out here. Can you go and get me a wet towel and some water?” John asked him calmer than the previous question. Mickey nodded before standing up and going back inside. 

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John got down on his knees in front of Jane. He grabbed her hands that were shakily trying to unbutton her top. Her hands stilled and she looked up to him. She looked so small and shattered. Her face wet with tears and her lip quivering.

“I got you okay? I’ll get this off you. Just sit here and take some deep breaths for me. In for 7 seconds out for 7 seconds 7 times can you do that for me?” He told her and her hands dropped from her shirt. He got it unbuttoned and pulled it out of where it was tucked into the matching khaki pants. Then she was leaning forward so he could pull it off completely. She sat there in her white undershirt and khaki pants taking deep breaths in and out. 

After her shirt was off he worked on her boots as he knew that she sometimes hated the way they felt on her feet. Then he pulled her hair out of its bun so she could run her fingers through it. Once he was done he moved backwards so he sat on his ass legs criss crossed in front of him. 

She finally looked up at him making eye contact. “John?” She asked him, voice cracking, small and quiet as she registered who was in front of her. He nodded his head, tucking some hair behind her ear. He was about to ask what happened when the door opened and Fanboy stepped out. He handed John the towel and water. Standing there in case they needed anything else.

John then handed her the water telling her to drink it before trying to wipe off some of the stickiness the drink had left on her arm and side. He knew how the feeling of it on her skin bothered her. She took the last sip of the water and John took the cup from her. Then he handed it to Mickey. “The guy called me a stupid bitch John.” Jane spoke to him, bringing her hand up to her hair. He paused what he was doing with the towel pulling back. 

He turned to the wisso standing next to them “What did the guy look like?” He asked him. 

“Blonde hair, green shirt, tattoo on his forearm about my height.” Mickey told him quickly. John stood up walking back inside telling Mickey to stay with Jane and that he would be right back. 

“My parents used to call me that. They would get mad at me and tell me how useless I was. How I was just a stupid bitch that no one would ever love. There were groups of kids in highschool that called me that. Telling me I was a stupid stuck up bitch that talked too much. My ex boyfriend used that in his break up text to me. He told me no one would love a stupid ugly bitch like me.” She said to him as tears started running down her face. She took a deep breath in and blew it out trying to calm herself down. He sat beside her much like the first night on the beach. But this time he spoke to her. 

“I’m sorry that they said that about you. People like that are ugly inside and out. They have no clue when something special is right in front of them. This week has been one of the best weeks for the whole squad. I love that I’ve gained a friend like you.” He told her pausing as they heard the bell ring inside.

“It took a long time for the group of us to become so close. But you have come in and made friends with everyone in a week. Hell you’re even friends with Hangman and he only barely tolerates the rest of us. We love having you here Jane. You can ask anyone in there and they will all agree with me that you are none of those things people called you.” He finished and turned to face her, he saw the smile on her face, the look of appreciation in her eyes. He was happy that he was the cause of her happiness. As he finished they heard someone yelling out front, words that they couldn’t make out. 

“Thank you Mickey.” She told him as John came back outside. He saw the pair and he smiled. 

“Are you ready to head out? I got everything taken care of in there.” pointing his thumb behind him towards the door. She nodded her head at him. He gave her a hand helping her up. 

“Will you still be coming tomorrow?” Mickey asked her, hopeful he would see her. She turned back, giving him a smile. 

“If you’re going to be there, I’ll be there.” She said simply before her and John were making their way around the building. With that Mickey felt warmth fill him up. He was happy that she had opened up to him that night and that she was excited to see him the next day.

A/N: Hi y'all I hope everyone liked this piece! If you did please let me know! Part 5 should be uploaded either Monday or Tuesday! Tags are open for this series! I also hope this was a bit more heat than slow burn for everyone!

Tags: @wkndwlff and @sylviebell

[anewkindofme]

Who does Mark side with during the Yale vs Harvard games?

Mark wears a black t-shirt or hoodie. He sits in the middle of Addison and Jackson to keep them separated. And also has a spray bottle if anyone gets too excited.

(But really, it doesn't get too crazy. All the banter is lighthearted and in good fun. I have a headcanon that neither are actually really that passionate about college ball but it's just the principle of "this is my school's team so I gotta root for them".)

Ask me stuff about my fics!

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Top Gun Sexyman Election 2023

Masterlist Post

Info

The Top Gun Sexyman Election of 2023 is now live!

And the Winner, and Top Gun Sexyman of 2023, is Tom "Iceman" Kazansky!

Thank you all for participating, see you for next year's election!

All polls and updates will appear in the #topgunsexymanelection2023 tag, so feel free to follow there for updates and more rounds, or to block that if this isn’t your thing and you’d rather not see them!

I will update this post’s masterlist with the links to the polls, as well as the winners of each round.

The list consists of 32 characters from both films, as previously voted. Each round will be randomised using random.org, and there will be five rounds of voting.

Masterlist

Round 1

Rooster vs Viper

Hollywood vs Fanboy

Charlie vs Coyote

Sundown vs Penny

Iceman vs Bob

Cougar vs Merlin

Harvard vs Payback

Omaha vs Hangman

Jester vs Chipper

Cain vs Maverick

Phoenix vs Hondo

Stinger vs Yale

Slider vs Goose

Warlock vs Cyclone

Carole vs Air Boss Johnson

Wolfman vs Halo

Round 2

Goose vs Fanboy

Maverick vs Wolfman

Penny vs Chipper

Coyote vs Carole

Hangman vs Merlin

Viper vs Iceman

Warlock vs Phoenix

Payback vs Yale

Round 3

Maverick vs Hangman

Iceman vs Phoenix

Goose vs Payback

Carole vs Penny

Round 4, Semifinals

Maverick vs Goose

Iceman vs Carole

Round 5

Maverick vs Iceman

Winner, and Top Gun Sexyman 2023:

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

[reputayswift]

Do you think Rory should’ve go to Harvard or you like it that she went to Yale?

I personally prefer Harvard for completely arbitrary reasons (looks cooler, better school colors) but from a storytelling perspective choosing Yale is the more interesting path! With Lorelai we’ve already seen what it looks like for a Gilmore to become independent (OOOOOH that’s why ASP called it the Independence Inn 😭) and do something unprecedented with their education, so having Rory do that AGAIN would’ve been kind of redundant (a lesson they should’ve applied to the revival tbh…). And it’s not REALLY about Harvard vs Yale, it’s about Rory choosing to embrace Emily and Richard in a way Lorelai didn’t, which mends the family by the end of the show!

Tbh I don’t even like the Yale seasons lol, but if you start a show with the premise: “this mother and daughter are more like best friends — practically twins!” inevitably you’re going to have to cook up some ways to make them Occasionally Not Best Friends/Twins. I love in the early episodes when Rory starts sheepishly admitting she enjoys spending time with her grandpa and I think watching Lorelai watch her parents treat Rory as her substitute is just SO bittersweet and heartbreaking and interesting and Rory choosing Yale strengthens that whole arc.

But, as someone who prefers the seasons before she goes off to college I understand thinking “if she just would’ve gone to Harvard none of the things I didn’t like about the show would’ve happened 🧘‍♀️” LOL

[victoryrollsandredlips]

Gossip Gal

I got tipsy and wrote A Thing™️. Anyways, here's a preview:

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Good Morning, Upper East-siders!

Spotted at Grand Central, bags in hand: Lewis Nixon, home a week or two early from Yale. It felt like only yesterday everyone’s favorite Bad Boy was trying to turn good by enrolling in the famous law school. Did you miss Gala season that badly, Lew?

With the Webster family rumored to also be in attendance, tonight’s soiree at the Waldorf is sure to be one for the books, or rather, this column. Watch this space for all things Harvard vs Yale, gentleman vs rake, Freshman It Boy vs Alumni It Boy.

[everydayesterday]

celtics vs. lakers. ali vs. frazier. india vs. pakistan. harvard vs. yale. usa vs. ussr. coke vs. pepsi. jedi vs. sith. helvetica vs. times new roman. coffee vs. tea. ladder vs. stairs. tits vs. ass. heroin vs. cocaine. oasis vs. blur. puppies vs. kittens. land vs. sea. netscape vs. internet explorer. ipod vs. zune*

me vs. sleep.

[jobsthe24]

Candidates selected for admission to prestigious universities.

Here’s how you can organize a discussion or document on Candidates Selected for Admission to Prestigious Universities:

1. Introduction

Overview of the admission process at prestigious universities.

Criteria for selection (academic excellence, extracurricular achievements, diversity, etc.).

Significance of being admitted to such institutions.

2. General Statistics

Total applications vs. candidates admitted.

Acceptance rates for top universities (e.g., Harvard, MIT, Oxford).

Breakdown by country, gender, or field of study.

3. Profiles of Selected Candidates

Highlight exceptional individuals:

Academic achievements (e.g., perfect scores, awards).

Extracurriculars (e.g., sports, music, debate).

Community service or unique projects.

Regional representation: candidates from different parts of the world.

4. Notable Trends

Rise in diversity among admitted students (gender, socioeconomic background).

Growth in STEM, arts, or humanities admissions.

Impact of standardized test policies (test-optional admissions).

5. Personal Stories

Inspiring stories of candidates overcoming adversity to achieve admission.

Examples of innovative projects or unique skills that stood out.

6. University-Specific Highlights

Insights into admissions at specific universities:

Ivy League (Harvard, Princeton, Yale, etc.).

Top UK institutions (Oxford, Cambridge).

Renowned global universities (Stanford, ETH Zurich, Tsinghua).

7. Future Aspirations of Selected Candidates

Fields of study they plan to pursue.

Career goals or contributions they hope to make in their fields.

8. Challenges in the Selection Process

Debate over fairness in admissions (legacy preferences, standardized tests).

Impact of increasing applications on acceptance rates.

Ethical concerns around admissions scandals.

9. Impact on Society

The influence of these candidates on their communities or fields.

Discussion on how prestigious university alumni often shape global leadership.

10. Conclusion

Celebrate the achievements of the selected candidates.

Reflect on the evolving nature of university admissions.

Would you like details on specific candidates, universities, or trends to include?

[abbyjensen]

Erikson’s developmental theory: Erik Erikson was born in Frankfurt, Germany and later immigrated to the United States in 1933. Because of his very own Identity crisis Erikson became interested in child development. When he was younger he believed that his stepdad was his actual dad, once he found out that he wasn’t he started to question his identity. He was a teacher and artist that taught at Ivy League Universities like Yale and Harvard. He wrote psycho biographies and most famously developed eight stages of psychosocial development.

Major Components: Trust vs mistrust - Autonomy vs Shame & Doubt - Initiative vs guilt Industry vs Inferiority - Identity vs Role confusion - Intimacy vs isolation- Generatively vs stagnation- Integrity vs despair

Fundamental Beliefs:

If you fail to complete the stages you will struggle with personal identity

If you successfully complete the stages you will have a healthy personal identity

Personality development depends on resolving existential crises

Your personal identity is shaped experiences

Social experience is important

Your personality continues to develop even after 5

Critiques:

Erikson used mainly men to test his theory.

What about the rediscovery of self in adulthood?

Personality differences between sex are biologically based.

Mainly applies to infancy and childhood rather than adult life.