#How much scholarship can I get in UK?

[scholarhunter]

Commonwealth Master’s Scholarships by FCDO to Study in UK

Commonwealth Master’s Scholarships by FCDO to Study in UK

Commonwealth Master’s Scholarships by FCDO to Study in UK: All candidates from low and middle-income Commonwealth countries who want to undertake full-time taught master’s study at a UK university are eligible to apply. Commonwealth The studentships are offered in any area of science or technology, including, for example, agriculture, veterinary science, or forestry. The UK Foreign, Commonwealth…

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[davidchiemcore]

started thinking about how much money each of the characters likely makes

(DRDT SPOILERS AHEAD - for character and story backgrounds)

basic information I'm going off of: drdtdev stated that everyone except Teruko and Min make their living from their talent. the hope's peak academy they attend is located in the US, and they're specifically part of the east class, so implying its somewhere on the eastern side of the us. While they don't have to live where the school is, there is a western branch of Hope's Peak, so the fact that they attend the eastern branch suggests that they're closer to that side. The series takes place sometime in the future, but given the world had a major tragedy and seems to be on the same level as the world we live in, I'm gonna assume inflation is roughly the same as now

teruko: She does mention having to choose between rent and food, meaning she makes some sort of money, and enough to rent a place at times. I assume she works some sort of minimum wage job, given she doesn't have full schooling experience. a lot of the eastern us has minimum wage at 7.25, but places in the northeast have it a bit higher, from 10-15. If she earned something like 13 dollars an hour, worked 40 hours a week, and worked every week, she would make around 27k. However, with her bad luck and lack of legal documents as mentioned when she talks about her schooling, I assume she probably loses jobs quite frequently. Assuming she's unemployed for about a fourth of the year, she would' earn roughly 20k

xander: This one confuses me a bit. He's basically an activist, so I'm not sure what kind of job he would have consistently. Additionally, he lived in the UK from at least age 14 until he started attending Hope's Peak, so I had to look for jobs there. Looking it up, it seems that the pay ranges from 23k-49k, averaging at 33k (all in pounds). Converting that, the average salary would be 43-44k. He's living with no family, and who were poor enough to likely not leave anything behind, so he probably has to work a lot to pay for his overseas school. However, he did do school at the same time, so I'll take 3/4s of the total salary to give him 33k a year.

charles: Given that being even an entry-level chemist requires at least a four year degree, I assume he may work as an assistant to one at the moment. They still make quite a bit of money, however, most making 37k-49k a year. The average is 49k, but there's a chunk of outliers around 82k, mostly from California, which is in the western US. Therefore, I think it's reasonable to suggest he makes something in the middle of the range I gave, giving him a salary of 43k. However, given that he was likely doing school at the same time and has parents to support him, who also seemed to shelter him a lot, he likely works part time. For part time, I'll cut the salary by half and say he probably earns 22k a year.

ace: Horse jockeys get paid per race, both for winning and participating, so this is a little harder to calculate. Most horse jockeys earn 53k-67k, but given that Ace is the Ultimate Jockey, this is a job where being skilled can really help you rise in the ranks, both of how much you can charge, and how often you win. It's also something that he could reasonably have a couple years of experience in given that they only need to be 16 years old to start professionally racing. Therefore, I would put him at the high end of the average or maybe even higher. I'll estimate 70k per year. Many horse jockeys drop out of school to focus on their job, so I'll leave him at that.

arei: This is also a little harder to calculate, because while you can bowl at any age, you can only join the Professional Bowlers Association once you turn 18. However, she could still compete for prizes in PBA Jr. and other smaller competitions. This year's PBA Jr. Competition gave 10k in scholarship money, but most competitions have at most a couple thousand dollars as the top reward, so I'll estimate she might make about 12k in a year? However, she lives with family still, so this is probably fine for her.

rose: rose is stated to have earned several millions doing forgery, so her previous salary would've been incredible. However, now she just does recreations of other paintings. None of the money goes to her, but if we still want to calculate it, the average reproduction artist earns 46k a year.

hu: I assume she likely does small venues where she plays the zither. According to a reddit post, the average earnings for a gig for a small musician is around $230, and assuming she does an average of one a week (some weeks she might do more, some weeks she might not do any), she'd earn about 12k a year.

eden: Eden is stated to both do clock making and clock repair. Most clock repairers make 36k-44k a year, averaging to 40k, and the average clock maker earns about 40k a year as well. She says that she can work 14 hours without breaks, implying she has some very long work days, possibly putting her slightly above the average at 42k.

levi: At first i thought Levi would make a lot because personal stylists sound like a rich people thing? But looking into it the average salary in the US ranges from 34k-50k a year, and since he states that he's relatively new to the field, he probably leans to the lower end of that. im gonna put him at 36k? He lives alone, so he likely works full time to pay for his living conditions.

arturo: Similar to Charles, he likely doesn't perform his actual job yet regularly. Half of all plastic surgeon assistants make somewhere between 22k-56k a year, with the halfway point at 37k. The median amount is around 44k. Given that he was likely working part-time, as he was probably in school at the same time, I'll cut that in half to give him a salary of 22k per year.

min: It's stated that her schooling up until this point was paid for by the spurling foundation, so i assume either the same is the case for her time in college, or her parents were able to save a lot of money to pay for it. Given this and how much time she puts into school, i assume she doesn't have a job.

david: This was a hard one to calculate. The average motivational speaker (I know he's called an inspirational speaker but in this case they're interchangeable) can make anything from 500 to 30k per speech, depending on their experience and skill. We know David is a well-known celebrity, being famous worldwide, but it's not to the degree that everyone in the class is shocked by his appearance, just Xander. If he work to make 10k a speech, and do one speech every two months, he'd be making 60k a year. In addition to this, many speakers have alternate sources of income, like book and channels. He's not stated to have these, but I'd assume he at least does smaller talks, maybe giving him another 10k a year?? As he's paid per speech, this doesn't require a lot of hours, so he probably is able to make full pay while also going to class. I'm not sure if this is a super accurate salary, but it's hard to get a gauge on it, so I'm going with 70k a year.

veronika: How does one make money as a horror fanatic? She mentions being a scholar in her field, so maybe she writes papers and small books on the subject. However, I'm a personal fan of the "deep dive youtuber" theory, so I'll calculate for both. For scientific papers, you can earn from a few hundred to a few thousand per paper. Given this kind of stuff takes at least a couple months of research, I'd say she would only make a few thousand a year. Maybe 10k if I'm being generous and giving her a 2k article every other month? Now, for the other idea, youtubers make about 2.5-7.5 dollars per thousand views on a video. If she gets an average of 800k views per video (with a couple million on some and a few hundred thousand on some), and makes 5 dollars per thousand, she'd be getting about 4k per video. Again, if she puts out a video every other month, this would be getting her 20k.

j: Special Effects artists make anywhere from 44k to 86k a year. The average is 68k, but most make either a bit more or a bit less, and given J's influence from her mother, I'd assume she's in the higher range. The highest category is 23% of people making 78k-86k, so I'll give her 80k. I'm not sure about whether she'd work fulltime or part time, because she definitely has the money to work part time because of her mother, but she might also try to make all her own money herself to spite her? I'm leaning that she works part time, so if I cut that in half she still makes 40k a year.

whit: The average professional matchmaker makes 42k-46k a year. The average is a clean 44k a year. Again, I'm not sure if he'd work part time or full time because we don't know much about his living situation. It's possible he needs to help support his single dad, so I'll put him at 3/4s of that, 33k.

nico: Most animal behavior specialists, which is what Nico says they are in their conversation with Xander, make 46k-53k a year, with an median of 48k. However, given they don't have a degree yet, I'll assume they make on the lower end of that, so 46k. They mention going to school, so they likely work part time, cutting that in half to give them a salary of 26k.

if anyone read this far thank you this took me like three hours HAHA

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

20 minutes of my life I'll never get back. 🤦‍♂️

I must be a glutton for punishment because I actually watched Kinsey Schofield's 20 min interview w/Valentine Low. May this rant save you from making the same mistake:

Valentine Low & Kinsey Schofield just reminded me that the British press is in desperate need of a grief recovery workshop to let go of their palace manufactured PR image of Sparry, "the CONSERVATIONIST," and accept the REALITY: Sparry has ALWAYS been a member of the lost boys who never intend to grow up. He loves drugs, perverted soho house sex play pens, and living a secret lifestyle in San Francisco, CA. As we saw in the South Park Documentary, Sparry has always wanted to be left alone so he can just bang on his drums all day.

The British media needs to accept that they never knew the Sparry aka Prince Harry. Much like Fergie & Andrew: The Meghans are two (2) intellectually below average individuals who married in haste. Both their academic & professional work histories indicate that these two (2) immature adults, lack even the basic skills necessary to function in society without the help of a PR "machine" whose job is to clean up their messes and repeatedly rebrand them into more acceptable members of polite society. It's past time for Valentine Low and other UK journalists to admit that they never really knew Sparry. All their Diana goodwill should now be invested into the future of the BRF (the family of Prince William)

No amount of hoping for the best or "covering up" for Sparry's misdeeds can transform the moral rot in his character. They bought and sold the PR image manufactured by the palace. It was the paparazzi & other "undesirables" who had the misfortune of observing the REAL Sparry. They watched him mistreat drivers, security, staffers, etc long BEFORE he was seduced by MEgain.

V Low believes Sparry flew a helicopter! 😳 Come on! Too many REAL service members have spoken out about Sparry's military character and performance and there's nothing good about it.

Sparry, like his wife is also a liar and a bully. He's not intellectually bright, he never was... He even bullied his grandparents before the "spectacle," he bullied Meghan's father...we heard reports about seeking a left wing wife and his interest in living in the US----all before MEgain.

Low also thinks Sparry loves his children. Has Valentine Low ever seen the invisibles? No. He's transferred a PR image to a couple of never before seen kids and their so called father. A so-called "father" who is willing to destroy his brother's children (and the innocent children of other couples) through the spread of destructive lies, has zero interest in the REAL wellbeing of anyone's kids, least of all his own.

As for the Wife: her ability to earn a college degree as an American teenager/young adult without even the offer of an ACADEMIC scholarship means that she too is mediocre and overrated. Her university commencement program states that she was a candidate for a degree in "communications" NOT some whip smart area of study like biochemistry or engineering! 🤦‍♂️

As a university student, thanks to her dad's brother (mike), she spent a measly six (6) weeks in Argentina on an exchange program (paid by her father) until she failed an exam that would have allowed her to apply for (real) jobs in the States. An intellectual or any hard worker would have studied until she passed the test. Not Rachel Meghan Markle. If no one was willing to make an exception for her low marks, then she would whore her way up a series of ladders until she found someone dumb enough to give her a platform.

No, this is NOT a "smart" couple. This couple is a cautionary tale about how Water seeks it's own level: Sparry's mother and teachers did him a disservice, just as MEgain's father did her a disservice: SPARE the rod & SPOIL the child

Kinsey believes that MEgain is "smart" because she achieved a Duchess title. (What does this tell us about Kinsey's IQ. 🤦‍♂️😳)

MEgain became a "Duchess" because she was a professional "seductress" employeed by Markus Anderson & Soho House. Everything this couple achieves is smoke & mirrors based on TRANSACTIONAL relationships where they bully & harass anyone standing in their way.

They don't even possess good work ethics, let alone above average IQs. Please call a spade a spade (or in this case a spare a spare) and stop gaslighting the public about what Sparry could have done had he not been involved with the wife.

We watched the wife verbally abuse KP staffers over bereavement flowers and feckless Sparry stood by in AGREEMENT. Wicked queen Jezebel 2.0 and traitorous king ahab 2.0. Let them go!

[turquoizxe]

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Hobart “Hobie” Brown x Spider!Fem!Reader

Author’s Note: I just want to sincerely apologize for the delay in this post, as I have been traveling out of my hometown the past few days. However, my favorite punk is still my current brain rot lmao. The second installation is already in progress, and hopefully as I have planned, it will be out by the date I posted below( after the conclusion of the first chapter). Thank you all for for love you showed on the series announcement! As I have stated in my earlier post, I haven’t written a fan fiction in over two years, dealing with school and other things in life. Please express your thoughts throughout the series and comment! I was a little nervous because I’ve never written anyone from the UK, especially with such a thick accent. Please, share your thoughts. Thank you for your understanding, and you may begin reading.

With Love,

— Turquoizxe.

Installation (1/5) : ‘Dodgy’ 

Rating ― Mature (17+)

➝ Hobie has been distancing himself quite a bit lately. You feel froggy enough to follow him and enter the world, to what is known to be the Spiderverse. He seems to enjoy your brave gesture, but he quickly realizes why you weren’t invited to join the club.

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ―fluff, heavily plot based, meeting existing ATSV Characters…

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ― ATSV SPOILERS! Minor use of language and swearing, romantic tension, minor acts of violence, Hobie’s teasing, Miguel being himself, Beef w/ Jessica Drew…

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 ― 3.6k

Dodgy;  can be a synonym for dangerous, bad or untrustworthy

As much as you kept to yourself, it was hard to imagine that you would make any friends outside of your suite mates. Your eyes were always harassing a piece of literature, involved in extracurricular activities, and keeping track of random facts no one would need in their everyday lives. Nothing short of the perfect student.

"[Name], this is the fifth time you’ve been in my office in two weeks-”

“Okay, four if you don’t count the rant about my psychology professor.”

You were always an academic achiever, graduating with honors and holding the title of salutatorian in your class. Being accepted into your dream school, earning enough scholarships to cover most of your tuition.

Yet, here you were, looking for ways to save your grades with finals around the corner. Had it been a year ago, you wouldn’t have to worry. That was until you were bit by a radioactive spider the one time you decided to skip studying and attend the most underwhelming frat party that your suite was raving about.

“You’re on the verge of losing your scholarships. $25,000 a year on the line, and you tell me all the time about how hard to your parents are working to cover the rest of your tuition.”

And you knew you couldn’t afford to stay if you didn’t work your ass off to pull through. You didn’t think being spider-woman could be so stressful. Patrols have gotten more hectic, and the late nights have been affecting your attention span in class, and even less energy to do your work. It felt so easy in the beginning, and everything was good until it wasn’t.

You felt a sting on your cheek, your tears sliding past your injury from patrol, and you felt yourself become small as you placed your face in your hands, wondering how something you’ve worked so hard for is a letter grade away from being lost.

Your counselor heaves a heavy sigh, sliding tissues across their desk to you. In just a few weeks you went from acquaintances to friends.

“Look, you’re a great kid, we didn’t have this issue your freshmen year. I know it only gets tougher from here, but you can’t fight this on your own. It’s never too late to accept help.” They started typing on their computer, ringing up your transcript and current grades for the semester. A sudden swish of wind flows through the office, following the trills of birds off in the distance your counselor scoffs at the noise and walks over to close the window. They return back to their seat, muttering intelligible, the only word you could pick up, ‘spiderwoman’.

“What about spiderwoman?”

“Oh! I just kinda thought how weird it was for another spiderman to show up when we already have a hero. Funny, I didn’t know there could be multip-”

“There’s a spider-man?”

You stammered. You felt a heat in your body, another superhero here that you weren’t even sure about.

“As much as you know about everything, I thought you would hear about the spotting of a spider-man in the city. They seem to stick close to campus.”

“Any proof?”

“No. Just words, but if there’s one spider-person, why not two?”

You could feel your blood course through your veins from the new information. It was just you, unless your old mentor, Peter, came to visit. You were knocked out of your thoughts when your name was called.

“As of now, you have a 2.0,″ your counselor stated. “Your classes seem more work oriented, and out of your five classes, you only have two finals.”

You slowly looked up from your lap.

“I’ve read the syllabus, taken notes of what to study for and what to work on. It’s just-”, you stammer, not able to give them the honest truth.

“See? You already took the steps to better yourself, don’t stress, and pace yourself, you have a month left kid.”

You let out a small chuckle. More than 20 missing assignments shouldn’t be too bad to juggle, right?

You were lying to yourself, you were going to suffer, but for a positive outcome, you didn’t mind. You got yourself together, sniffling softly as you packed your things.

“I don’t wanna kick you out, but I do have to meet with the Dean-”

“You mean your lov-”

You were cut short by a small stuffed animal flying towards you, your reflexes doing you justice before the soft material made contact with your face, slamming the door, gaining a small audience as eyes turned to you.

“Sorry everyone.”

Now, for the real fun to begin, you can at least spend some time with a special someone before your academic weapon tendencies are in full force.

The night you met him, it felt like one of those nightmares that would be impossible to wake from. To you, it was a dream.

His aura, and appearance on that stage. You were enamored with his attitude. His thick accent, strumming his guitar as his eyes bored into yours. This was one of the few times you didn’t mind that you skipped class for.

After the concert, you went to refill your water bottle before your walk back to your apartment in the damning heat. You saw him, drenched in sweat, guitar on his back, hunched over, and visibly upset that the water fountain was not doing it’s job. He looks in your direction, his expression making you anxious. Yet, you were still willing to help. You essentially escorted him to your dorm, where the water system was in a decent condition. He had pretty strong opinions about the education system and society in general, though you did appreciate his intellect.

“It’s a load of tosh for ya’ to pay so much for a piece of rubbish.” 

The ways he seemed so sure of himself more often than not made you intrigued, and he was more than happy to indulge you, being nearly distracted from the fact that Satan decided to sit his bare ass cheeks on the Earth that day. He gave you his number, and from then on, he would come see you whenever you both had the time, which was rough, considering the current mess that was your life. He was the only person you felt cared enough to step you out of your comfort zone. 

The night walks on campus, your medusa piercing that he compliments all the time.

“It accentuates your features. Peng ting you are, yeah?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, a deep chuckle erupting from his throat

“Means you’re hot.”

He gets it. He gets you. And sometimes, you thought that maybe what you were feeling would never go away when you’re with him. Your hangouts were more often casual, leading to more intimate moments, mentioning him to your family, and him teaching you how to play his guitar. You began to feel it linger, when you knew you both didn’t want to say goodnight.

The immediate thought of it also breaks you.

You’ve felt that he’s been dodging you and your attempts to reach out as of late. It’s been weeks since you’ve last seen Hobie, and this time, he initiates to meet. It’s late in the night, and he’s late. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this mad at him, or if you ever got upset with him at all. You didn’t like how he started to drift away with no explanation, and instead of anger, you were filled with worry, wondering if the time you were spending together was beginning to put a strain on him. You paced around your living room, muttering words and contemplating sending an annoyingly long paragraph of a text that would make it seem like you were dumping him.

“S’mitten for me, are you love?”

You looked up at your window, the tall brit leaning on the emergency stairs, making himself at home as you pulled away.

“In your dreams, Brown.”

He walks up to you, his lanky frame hovering over you so expectantly. You looked down at your feet, almost embarrassed of your newfound feelings, and you feel even more giddy when he stands close to you. He knew that you liked him, but teasing you was his second favorite pastime besides hanging out with you. You walked away to your kitchen, grabbing an energy drink for the both of you. Silence did not exist when you were together, and the awkwardness of it all was not helping. He bit his lip, his teeth caught in his piercing. He knew he was in trouble.

“I know you’re upset.”

“Hobs, you were supposed to be here 2 hours ago, I understand being busy but I thought you were seriously hurt or something”, you exclaimed, turning away from him. Showing up late was a recurring issue with him, and you’ve had just about enough.

“Oh don’t get cheeky now. You’ve been neglectin’ your studies. A bit daft if you ask me.”

You’re eye twitched at his use of his slang, sometimes you didn’t always need him to explain to know that what he was saying had negative connotations.

“That’s none of your concern, it’s you I’m worried about.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he smirks. There wouldn’t be a point in arguing with him about this, handing him his drink, turning on your television, starting the episode of your favorite series where you had both left off.

You sat farther away from him than usual, occasionally glancing in his direction, and unfortunately, he was staring right back at you, even more intense.

“I don’t bite, unless ya’ ask,” he teases, softly patting a seat closer to him, and you oblige. It wasn’t like you weren’t happy to see him, and he chuckles at your annoyed compliance. It was becoming an awkward staring contest, and you quickly lost track of the media playing on your screen. You open your mouth, just out of curiosity.

“So, how’s life treating you?”

“Fighting fascists, new piercings, performin’, ” he looks over to you, taking another sip of his drink, awaiting for a life update on your part. You bit your lip, anxiety getting the best of you. Despite the closer proximity, you still felt to far away from him. He sighs, using his leg to move your body to face him. You quiver, tears threatening to spill from your face once again, but you still looked up.

He looked at you, seeming nonchalant, but you still felt the worry in his aura.

“I know you want me to squash it, but it’s obvious s’omething bigger is bothering you,” he softly speaks, his thumb circling into your knee. “You act as if you’re scared of somethin’— of someone.”

Hobie scoots closer to you, using guiding your chin to make you look at him directly for the first time tonight.

“Talk t’me.”

You shake away from him, that feeling in the pit of your stomach only becoming more intense.

“I can’t tell you everything, Hobs.”

“But you can tell me anythin’, yeah?”

You look up, his face was close to you now, not realizing that you were nothing leaning into each other the more you spoke. His hand, slowly sliding to your hips, slowly stroking your stretch marks that your shirt wasn’t covering. You looked into his eyes, a small smile showing.

“There she is,” he exaggerates, giving you a soft squeeze, and you let out a giggle. The moment was yet again, cut short by that annoying ass beep from his wristwatch, that has interrupted your meaningful conversations countless times. Hobie curses from under his breath, backing away from you, the light illuminating his flawless features. And just like that, the moment has passed. His eyes look up to you, disproval in your expression, and you knew what was coming next, so you did it for him.

“Just go.”

Hobie let out a deep sigh before apologizing for what felt like the thousandth time, knowing he would do this the next time you make an attempt to make time for each other.

But this time, you were going to figure out why.

—

As soon as he had left, your senses went off. And this was the last time you were going to ignore them.

You had quickly went off into your room after he left, frantically throwing around your belongings to find your suit before Hobie got too far from you. You had followed him, all the way to an one of the abandoned buildings on campus that was currently under renovation. You stood behind a slab of concrete, peeking from the side, watching as he walked through a portal as if it were just another day.

But you saw, and now you knew. Your suspicions proved you right once again.

You flicked your wrist, webbing into the portal before it closed in on you.

And now, there you were, caught by Hobie after catching your ankle so you wouldn’t plunge to certain death after following him through his portal, seeking nothing but a dark abyss before you, seeming bottomless.

You turned towards him, a smirk plastered across his face.

“I fuckin’ knew it.”

You webbed free from his grip, finding ground. You looked at his appearance, and now you knew why he wore such familiar colors. Your suit hugged your body, adorned in your favorite colors, riddled with black accents. Hobie looked you up and down, whistling in admiration, while you took in your surroundings. HQ did not look like this at all when you first arrived.

“Place look familiar?”

You had brushed yourself off, taking in the countless people that had suits similar to yours. The unique design of the interior, and many, many, familiar faces.

“The Spiderverse.”

“Hey I call it the same thing!”

You turned in the direction of the speaker, a young boy standing in front of you. He had a black suit, red accents riddled across, two other spider men following behind you, staring at you in admiration.

“I’m Miles!”

You were still floored by all that had occurred in just a few moments. Slowly, you raised your hand, waving to the kid, smiling at him.

“Hi Miles, I’m [Name].”

“Oh, Hobie! Did we get a new recruit?”

A spider woman in a white suit walked up behind him, her pink hair flowing, and eyes that could manipulate a way to your heart.

“I’m Gwen, and this one here Is Pavitr!” Both greet themselves which such joy to see you. You almost felt as if you were back home, introducing yourself to who seemed to be Hobie’s colleagues. You expected him to be upset with you for following him, or keeping your identity as spiderwoman a secret, or vice versa. Yet, he’s seeing you in a new light, a personality that didn’t exist in your world. You would only ever smile like this if it was truly something or someone you cared about. You both would know that.

“Alright kids, follow me!”

The voice felt all too familiar, the oozing confidence in her demands making you cringe instantly, and you turn to see no other than Jessica Drew herself. You stared blankly, a sigh of irritation, your bubbly personality disappearing almost instantly.

“Jessica..”

She started at you, her face turning into a small scowl before turning back around, motioning the group of teens to follow her, but not before throwing a day pass in your direction. It was hard for them to pay attention when they were too focused on your sudden change of demeanor. Hobie walked beside you, brushing against your hand to catch your attention.

“What’s the tea with you two, ey?”

Your side eye is critical when you look towards him, signaling that you didn’t want to talk about it. He grunts before shrugging it off, still walking close to you. You watched Miles as he introduced himself to everyone, completely enamored with his surroundings. All that you could conclude from this, is that he was new. But while he was looking at everyone else, they were all looking at you. You heard the mutters and whispers amongst them as the HQ went into a deafening silence. You could feel Hobie’s gaze on you, sliding his arm around your waist for comfort.

“Piss off. Go back to what you were doin’.”

Quickly, they did what they were told, but you could still hear the voices of some conversing about you. And Hobie could hear it too.

“I didn’t think they’d let her come back.”

“Maybe they caught her sneaking in, they did say she never gave her watch back.”

He looks to your side, still silent as he watches your body tense up from their words. Maybe he wasn’t the only one acting dodgy.

You look ahead, looking at the lair that belongs to the man you used to call your boss. You felt Hobie release his grip from you to catch up with Miles, watching closely as he walked around him, fidgeting with materials and grabbing small objects. The young teen seemed stressed about something, making you just as anxious. You heard him expressing his frustrations about not having a watch, Hobie suggesting to Miles that he make his own.

You had forgotten how big this room was, and you wished it was longer by the time you got to the main event. He descended from his pad, multiple screens could be seen, one of which you could see showed your last conversation with Hobie at your apartment. Miles and Gwen walked up to him, Miles eager to introduce himself, holding a small box of food. Hobie held you back, watching you stare at the sight before you in amazement.

The moment quickly dissipated once you saw the Miguel everyone knew, his violence showing its face rather quickly, throwing an item in Miles direction. With quick reaction, your web caught onto the object, throwing it to a forgotten corner, showing yourself to him. He chuckled, his expression gleamed with frustrations and anger.

“I knew you would be here.”

“Your favorite disappointment could never miss out on a good time.”

Glaring at one another, everyone could feel the tension, so thick it was possible to cut it with a knife. Hobie watched from afar, reading for whatever should come next. That is until you felt the joyous cries of a child, turning to see a grown man in a pink robe. Instantly, you felt a wave of tears washing over you, Peter calling your name as soon as you ran into his arms.

“I missed you kid.”

Miles shared the excitement, walking up to Peter, also capturing him in an embrace. Miles looked at you in awe once more, wondering how you knew him.

“He was my mentor.”

“That’s crazy, me too!”

You heard Miguel groan, echoing throughout the room, Peter ignoring him, and telling you and Miles to do the same. You once again here the coos of a child, looking in the direction, a baby crawling across the wall. You excitedly exclaim with Miles, “You had a baby!”

Peter laughs sheepishly, yelling for his daughter, telling her to make sure she kept her day pass on, clearly in her own world.

Once again, the atmosphere changed dramatically, Miguel stepping down from his pad, Miles following, both engaging in a rather lengthy conversation about canon events. That’s when you started to shake, Gwen and Hobie looking at you with worry. Still, you held your ground, listening to Miguel explain the Spiderverse to Miles, the timelines, and the unfortunate events that occurs to just about every Spider-person. You saw the young teen grow anxious, beginning to mention his dad, and how he becomes captain in just a few days. Miles grows impatient and restless, and arguing that he shouldn’t sit here and let his father die. Miles looked to his colleagues, searching for confirmation. They all looked away, proving the timeline to be correct. Miguel turns toward you, motioning Miles to look in your direction.

“Your friend here believed the same thing.”

You felt everyone’s eyes on you, feeling as small as Miguel once made you feel. You looked at Miles, ready to hang onto every word you as you began to open your mouth to speak, but you looked away.

“Go on, tell him, [Name].”

You sucked up your sniffles, having to relive that memory constantly felt dehumanizing.

“I….I had a friend, who believed the same thing you did. She wanted to be able to save her parents, to be able to do both, and live the perfect life.”

You felt your chest tighten, yet urged yourself to continue.

“I ended up getting her killed, and destroyed her Universe.”

You heard Miles let out a gasp, you looked to Hobie, his eyes wide, and you couldn’t decipher his emotion. Miles turned back to Miguel, demanding that he be returned home. He refused, locking him in. They had all began to walk away, apologizing that it had to end like this. Well, not on your watch, but it seems that Hobie beat you to it.

A flash of light, knocking everything and everyone on their ass, you chuckled at the gesture. Miles was still in shock, quickly recovering, running off into the headquarters. Miguel runs after the kid, everyone following behind. You felt a arm wrap around your waist, a portal opening. Before pulling you both through, Hobie declaring his standing with the league.

“And for the record, I quit.”

—

You were back in the comfort of your own home, dressed in your lounge clothes, while your suit in the washer. Hobie had flew you home, as there was no reason to hide it anymore. Now, it was an uncomfortable silence, the two of you haven’t spoke since you left the headquarters. Hobie was getting ready to head out, his back turned to you, but not until you made yourself clear.

“We can’t come back from this.”

You looked up, his eyes staring back at you as he turned to you. The moon illuminated his smile, responding casually.

“Maybe that’s a good thing.”

And then he was gone, and you didn’t know when he would be back.

Or if he ever would be.

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[valiantstarlights]

Chef Hob's family and the food truck's origin story

Hob is half-English and half-Indian. His father, Mr. Gadling, is from London. His mother, Mrs. Dandekar-Gadling, is from Mumbai. Hob was born in the UK.

Unfortunately, Hob was orphaned at an early age. And since his father had no remaining living relatives, (his paternal grandparents died a long time ago and his father was an only child), Hob was taken in by his maternal uncle's family in Mumbai.

His uncle, Sanyam Dandekar, is the current head of the family-owned and operated restaurant in Mumbai. It's small but thriving, and is well-regarded in the community. As the restaurant is on the ground floor of the building where the Dandekar family live, it's hard to escape the tantalizing smell of food wafting constantly from below.

It's from Sanyam that Hob learns to love food, to cook well, and to love making people happy through his cooking.

His aunt, Priya, always encourages him to go after his dreams. She was there for him every step of the way when he applied for a scholarship to go to a fancy culinary school in the UK. When he was accepted, she was the first person he told the news to, and she was so proud of him that she immediately called up her friends to share the good news with them. (Hob had had to endure maybe half a dozen aunties trying to introduce him to their daughters and nieces.)

His female cousins, Kala and Daya, love Hob very much and treat him as their older brother.

Kala has always been very intelligent even as a child, and she got bullied for it at school. Hob was quick to put an end to that and told her to reach even higher so she can leave everyone in the ground while she sails among the stars. Kala shyly told him she would build a spaceship for their entire family so she wouldn't have to sail the stars alone.

Daya was the more easy-going sister. She tried her best to teach Hob to dance, and never made fun of him even when he eventually accepted that he had two left feet. When she was rejected by a boy who told her she was so ugly that she'll never find anyone who'll love her, Hob got in trouble for beating the shit out of him, but he has no regrets about it. (Kala did not get in trouble for setting the boy's schoolbag on fire because she didn't get caught.)

Hob was so afraid when he found out that he was bisexual, but his family accepted him and treated him the same as they always did. His aunt Priya even promised not to matchmake him with anyone even though he's such a catch. They'll all just wait and see who he brings home. No judgment or pressure whatsoever.

He misses them fiercely when he gets to the UK. Especially when Kala gets married and he couldn't travel back because he had back-to-back exams, both theoretical and practical.

Still, he pushes himself to study hard, graduates with distinction, and eventually becomes a professional chef at a fancy hotel.

Hob's family are very proud of him and always call him to tell him so. Daya begs him to return and cook for them. Hob says he's still saving up enough vacation days. Rajan, Kala's husband and the current CEO of a major pharmaceutical company, offers to pay for his transportation. He graciously accepts because he's not an idiot.

After a couple of years, he finally accumulated enough vacation days to travel back to India for a long visit. The first thing he did is to cook a feast for his family (which now includes Rajan). He cooks traditional Indian food as well as food from other countries that he thinks they'll like.

(He adjusts the recipes to fit into their religion-based dietary restrictions, and adjusts some more when some ingredients are not readily available. He's a professional chef, after all.)

Daya is all about the taiyaki. Kala is in love with the vegetable lumpia. Rajan has strategically rearranged the dishes on the table so the plate of jollof rice is always close to him. Priya asks him to give his uncle his recipe for the vegetable moussaka. Sanyam is in tears because of how proud he is of Hob and how delicious everything is. He tells Hob that when he dies (far, far into the future), Hob is welcome to take over the restaurant.

Hob spends most of his time in India in the restaurant's kitchen with his uncle, and they experiment and add new things to the menu. Hob gets to talk to customers he's known ever since he was a child. They are all very proud of him and sing praises for the restaurant's new menu items.

Hob leaves India a month later with a much lighter heart.

When he returns to being a chef in the fancy hotel though, he finds that he is increasingly frustrated and unsatisfied. He feels like he should be happy and grateful. Instead he feels burned out.

He calls Kala, who is the closest to him age-wise, for advice. She simply asks him, "What do you want?"

He sighs and says, "I thought I wanted to be a chef. But now that I am one, I feel lost."

Silence. Then Kala says, "May I say something potentially controversial and not have you hang up on me?"

Hob chuckles and tells her to go ahead and say what she needs to say. In fact, maybe he needs to hear the potentially controversial thing to snap him out of this wretched state.

"I don't think you really want to be a chef."

Wow. "So far, so bad. Go on."

"No, listen: you have always loved cooking for us. You and dad. It's how you show your love. But where you're working currently, it's like you're a machine. Day in and day out, you're just completing orders. How many times since you started working there did you go out of the kitchen to talk to the guests? How often do you get to experiment with new culinary creations without anyone trying to stifle your creativity?"

Kala's tone implied that she knew the answer. "You might say that it will get worse before it gets better, but will it really? If I ask you now what your happiest memory is of your workplace, what will you tell me?"

"I--" Hob clears his throat and blinks away the tears that had snuck up on him. "When the hotel called me to tell me they had accepted my application. I immediately called home and all of you were so proud of me. I even heard Uncle announcing it to the entire restaurant in the background."

"Oh, Hob..." And now Kala sounded like she was gonna cry too. "I wish I were there so I can give you a hug."

"Virtual hug accepted. Is that the end of your controversial pep talk or is there more?"

"I think that's enough controversial things for now," Kala says. "Rajan and I are going to London in a couple of weeks for pleasure. We should meet up so you can show us all the good spots to eat at and then we can talk more."

They said their goodbyes soon after. Hob spends a lot of time that night just looking at the ceiling, not wanting to go to work but inevitably has to when his alarm goes off.

Kala was right. Being a chef granted him all sorts of qualifications and symbolized that he is a master in the field, but he isn't in it for the title. His uncle isn't a professional chef, yet Hob wouldn't claim to surpass his skills. And between the two of them, he knows who the happier one is.

Rajan and Kala arrived with a couple of bodyguards named Vikram and Wolfgang. Hob remembers them from his visit to India. Vikram is as stoic as bodyguards come, but Wolfgang has a different, more dangerous kind of intensity.

Hob shows them all the good dining spots he has discovered over the years, and all five of them eat well.

It was during their outing that Hob notices the food vendors on the street. They look...happy. They work just as hard as the other chefs in the hotel, with the main difference being that the customers are right in front of them, and they get to see their reactions.

It was very heartwarming to see tourists trying the local street food and seeing their faces light up after their first bite.

At the end of the day, Hob tells Kala of his food truck idea. It's almost embarrassing how excited he sounds, but Kala is excited too. She grabs Rajan and tells him about it. Rajan grabs Wolfgang and asks him about it. Hob almost expects Wolfgang to grab Vikram too, but Vikram just looks on, looking amused.

In the end, Wolfgang shrugs and says it's doable, and just like that, they're drawing plans and trying to come up with names.

("What about 'Gadling's'?"

Kala hummed. "I guess...I mean, that is your name. No one can argue that."

"I feel like you just insulted me, my father, and my paternal ancestors."

"Hob, our family restaurant's name is Dandekar. We are all basic here.")

("Glad Tidings?"

Wolfgang huffed a laugh. "No, Rajan."

"I think it's a good name."

"I think you need to go to sleep. How many hours has it been since you slept? Forty-eight?"

"Are you the sleep police now, my wolf?"

"Kala, I'm taking Rajan to bed."

"Alright," Kala says distractedly. She is currently looking at the kitchen plans, specifically the stove set-up. "Have fun. Don't hog all the blankets."

Hob's eyebrows have migrated to the ceiling. He doesn't think they quite know what they let slip, but he isn't going to pry until they're ready to talk to him about it. He looks at Vikram to see his reaction, but the man just looks like this is a thing that happens often and isn't bothered in the slightest.)

They videocall six people all over the world--mutual friends, Kala says--and all of them put their heads rogether to make Hob's food truck idea into a reality.

Hob is overwhelmed by their support. Rajan has promised to fund everything if Hob lets him eat for free when he's in town. Sun from Korea seconds him and agrees to lend monetary support as well, and to help him expand to Korea if the venture is successful. Capheus, the matatu driver from Nairobi, is flying to London to help customize the food truck. If possible, he sounds even more excited than Hob himself. Nomi from San Francisco and Will from Chicago volunteers to get the papers and forms sorted. Actual famous actor Lito Rodriguez from Mexico promises to promote his foodtruck when he goes to London to shoot a movie.

"When and where did you meet and befriend all these people?" Hob asks Kala. They all sounded like old friends and had inside jokes that Hob didn't understand. (What in the world is a tequila-squared?) Kala just smiles at him and says, "The internet exists for a reason, you know."

"Let me guess," Hob said in a low voice so the others won't hear. "An online dating site?"

Kala shrieks with laughter and hits him with a throw pillow.

Soon, the food truck is ready and Hob is in awe of everyone who pitched in and helped. He literally could not have achieved this so quickly without any of them.

Kala hugs him tight. "You deserve to be happy, Hob."

Hob hugs her back. Every person they videocalled (and Wolfgang's brother Felix) is coming to visit with their plus ones and twos to try out Hob's menu to taste-test before opening, and will stay until the grand opening a week later to help in promoting the foodtruck. They even have Riley from Iceland going to DJ for them.

"Should we invite aunt and uncle and Daya?"

"Do you really think we could stop them if they want to be here?" Kala asks him incredulously. "Have you met our sister?"

Hob has handed in his resignation notice as soon as the food truck's kitchen had been operational. That had been two weeks ago. He feels like a huge burden has been lifted from his shoulders the moment the e-mail was sent.

It can only get better from here.

--

P.S. I'm basic as hell at naming, so if you have ideas on what Hob's food truck should be called, speak now or forever hold your peace.

[callivich]

Alright thought that has been on my mind for a bit - boarding school gallavich au. It's actually great because there's a space where Mickey can actually be OUT but then he has to closet himself when he gets back home - so Mickey does shit to purposefully stay at the school for as long as possible. Ian gets in on this and they try to stay over summers and spring breaks and winter breaks too.

Scurv! Oh my god, YES! This is such a great idea. I think the idea of Mickey having a space like this is very interesting. I can see how somewhere like juvie wouldn’t be safe because gossip would easily get back to Terry. But boarding school is interesting because, assuming it’s like the UK where it’s paid/scholarship (correct me if it’s hugely different in the US), if Mickey was on a scholarship he’d have a sense of freedom because it would mostly be people from a different background.

He’d be far away from Terry in that respect. And Ian could also be on a scholarship and I can see them bonding over being the only two kids from the South Side. They’d struggle amongst the rich kids but they’d enjoy that freedom so much - enjoying the privileges of a rich school and being away from the homophobia of their neighbourhood. So yes, like you say, they would absolutely try and stay there as much as possible! Oh this is such a great idea….maybe they are roommates too?! 💖💖💖

[finnlongman]

if you don't mind sharing, how much do you make from your books/articles?

From my articles, absolutely nothing. Academic publishing doesn't really pay. Well, I did win a prize for the seven Maines article, so I got £200 for that, but a prize is not really the same thing as earning money for it, and my other articles (both published and currently in progress) have all been done for free.

The general idea with academic publishing is, I think, that you will do your research as part of your salaried academic job and publish as part of your contribution to your university's research community. Which is all very well if you have a salaried academic job, but for the rest of us, means you spend a lot of time working for free in pursuit of knowledge. 🤷🏻 It's a broken system but it's what we've got. It's one of the reasons I do my best to make my articles available open-access when I can, because if I'm not getting paid for them, why should anyone else have to pay to read them? I didn't do all that free work to hide them from the people who'd benefit most from them!

As for my fiction, the maths is a little complex due to how advances are structured (and because my first two books were jointly accounted, so I got part of the advance for both of them together, whereas my third book was a separate contract), but roughly it works out at a little over £10k/yr so far. This is, evidently, not a living wage by any stretch of the imagination, which is why I also have a day job, and am actively pursuing multiple genres/writing opportunities to try and increase this number.

The median income for a primary-occupation author in the UK is £7.5k/yr, so by that metric, I'm doing pretty well. Unfortunately, the bar is on the floor. If you want a lucrative job, I cannot recommend either independent scholarship or writing YA fiction, sorry.

This is also why I laugh hysterically and then cry for a while when people make statements about authors being rich, because most of us are earning way below minimum wage even if we're lucky enough to get published. Woohoo, capitalism!

[uncloseted]

You lived in england, right? If so, how hard is it to get a tier 2 visa and how much did the move cost?? I work in marketing / PR and I have my bachelors degree, and I just looked up on the uk.gov website that PR professionals qualify for skilled worker visas. i’m just wondering what the process is like since I cannot afford to get a masters degree (so can’t get a student visa) and the only other visa option would be marriage which isn’t happening anytime soon lol. what was the process like for you and can I get a skilled worker visa since i currently quality?? maybe in the next couple years? what about if i don’t qualify in the future?? also, money wise, was it expensive?

thank you christina!!

I've actually never lived in England! I studied at Oxford for a summer when I was in high school and I've spent a lot of time in England because I used to have family that lived in London, but I've never lived there for any extended period of time. There was a point around eight or nine years ago where I was considering making the move to the UK after I graduated university since at the time I didn't need a visa to live or work there as an EU citizen, but I graduated right when Brexit passed and so it ended up not being an option for me. In general, my understanding is that post-Brexit, it's significantly more difficult to move to the UK than it used to be, even if you are a skilled worker.

The most straightforward way to get a visa (assuming here that you're coming from the US because Americans are the most likely to not tell me where they're from, but let me know if that's not the case), is, as you said, a Skilled Worker visa. To qualify for this, you need to work for a company that is 1. approved by the Home Office, 2. will transfer you to their UK offices or is planning on hiring you for a job at their UK offices and 3. will sponsor your visa. If those qualifications are met, your company also needs to be paying you the "going rate" for your job or at least £39,000, whichever is higher. The process of applying for a Skilled Worker visa will typically cost somewhere around £3000-£4000. If your goal is to go down this route, I would start applying for jobs at medium to large size PR and marketing companies that have the majority of their offices in the UK.

Your only other option would be a student visa. As you said you can't afford tuition for a master's degree, your best bet here would be to apply for scholarships. There aren't a ton of these and they can be quite competitive, but if you were a good student, you may be eligible. The Marshall Scholarship is one such option for US citizens, as is the Fullbright Scholarship. Another option is a Rhodes Scholarship, which will pay for you to go to the University of Oxford specifically. There's a good resource for scholarships that you can find here and here. If you're on a student visa, you can legally work part-time, which may help to cover your living costs. Applying for a student visa will cost around £490.

[mariesstudying]

If THG's characters are living in modern world (now), what do you feel would be their profession?

Also, what would they study in university?

PS : For Peeta (baker or painter) and Mrs Everdeen (nurse or doctor), could you list another profession beside those please?

You can include as many characters as you can or want.

Thank you so much 😀

@curiousnonny

Thanks for the question @curiousnonny!!

I think Katniss would study geology or environmental science and with a minor/joint degree in music. Her love of being outside and of nature plus the fact that her singing ability is well-referenced in the books is why I think this makes sense.

If we stay away from the culinary and arts-based degrees (like excluding art and art history), I think I could imagine Peeta studying history, sociology or psychology. I have no real reason for this but the vibes fit right for him idk. He would definitely have gotten in with a scholarship (sports or academic) simply to get away from Mrs Mellark.

For Mrs Everdeen as well as Prim, I think either a degree in social work would make the most sense given how much they care about and want to help people. They'd also definitely be apart of a women's careers type of society.

If Gale has the same personality in this modern-day example, I think he'd either join the military or do politics/political science and/or economics. He'd be a rugby or football guy for sure.

Effie would 100% be a fashion student and would have a preference for avant-grade or high fashion styles.

Haymitch gives me the vibe that he is a finance bro, so he'd do economics, business or accounting and finance. He'd also be a rugby guy (if you go to a UK uni you'd understand what I mean by this) but he and Gale would not get along if Gale did rugby.

[violetacademia]

Hey, I know you aren't really active here rn. But, I am an Indian student (12th grader) and I wanted to ask about foreign unis. I want to study there if I get a chance but I really don't know anything about it. I remember that you got an offer from university of glasgow, when and how did you applied for it? (sorry if i am not making any sense right now)

thank you

Hi!! I am active actually, I just haven't posted in a while ik, but i will from now on.

Hope ur 12th is going well, my best wishes r with you!

(Note: I re-read ur question properly after already typing this long answer out below, so I'll keep it for now)

I applied to universities in uk, singapore and korea, so i can tell u about that.

Uk : there's a website called UCAS through which u can choose to apply to any 5 universities, no more. The requirements might have changed a bit, so do check for yourself, but you'll roughly need good results in 10th and 12th (if u were of the batch that had 10th exams~), strong extracurriculars, recommendations, sats/act scores, toefl scores and a banging personal statement essay. TAKE CARE OF THE ADMISSIONS TIMELINE AND DO NOT MISS DEADLINES

About Glasgow in particular, I got a decent scholarship with my predicted 12th grades, but the cost of living, accommodation and travel were still pretty high for me. Just something to keep in mind. The process of application was the same as I have described. I didn't have an interview for this. I didn't end up going, mind you.

Singapore: expensive :( I applied to three uni s, NUS, NTU and SMU. SMU is, in particular, really expensive. Same procedure as before, but more stress on extracurriculars, volunteering experience etc. In my opinion, this was harder to get into.

Korea: SNU, yonsei, korea uni, ewha women's etc. were on my list. Be careful tho, their admission timelines and schedules are different from ours, so keep careful track of that. Otherwise it's pretty much like the uk admissions.

I hope u have a lot of success whatever u choose to do. Ik 12th is stressful af, but don't worry, you will get through this. Take care, and thanks for the ask :))

[shewantsitall]

hi! I don't know if you actually Wanted a detailed answer about why Jamie was loaned but I love to info dump about football. I have no idea about US football so if you already know any of this then I'm sorry!

we know that Jamie was at the Man City academy after being scouted as a kid. realistically, to get signed to a big name team as your first contract, you need to come up through an academy so a rec league wouldn't really be plausible for Jamie (he also grew up working class with a young, single mum in a pretty deprived area in the UK - I have no idea what rec league he'd even have access to). after finishing the academy, Jamie signed straight with Man City so there's no doubt they thought he was good enough: he was. the problem is that big prem teams like them have really deep benches, they have a lot of much more experienced talent that would take priority for starting/subbing on. Jamie would get next to no minutes and wouldn't develop as a player. it is really common to loan out young players like this to smaller, less successful teams. Richmond being another prem team is a bit unusual (why would they give their players to their direct competition?), it'd generally be a Championship or league one team. the state of Richmond pre-canon probably explains it but Ted Lasso plays a bit fast and loose with football realism so we simply must accept it

getting sent on loan really is just a normal part of developing a young player - Jamie got to experience being a regular starter at Richmond so when his loan ended, he'd be going to Man City as a player with actual match experience. i just had a quick look at the current England national team players and there's a fairly even split between the regular starters of who was loaned out and who wasn't. Jamie's loan being terminated early would be much more of a story than him being loaned in the first place.

You know what I was mostly just rambling and scheming up ways that I could be mean to him, but actually this is magical tysm for sharing!!!!

I am a biiiig fan of one US team and they’re very much solidly at the bottom of the professional pyramid here. I’m very much a lower tier and also MLS girlie and honestly most of my (v limited) premier league knowledge is like… from following USMNT players

From what I understand, most Academy teams are very much ✨pay to play✨ and I thought that was sort of universal but I guess not? I can definitely imagine people having scholarships for gifted kiddos tho so even if it was I imagine that could be a pathway for him!

The team that I follow most closely doesn’t really deal with players going on loan or being loaned to them. My other team that I follow mostly does short term things from the first team to the second team or vice versa for rehab (1st to 2nd) OR call ups during international windows that MLS insists on simply ✨playing through✨ OOOORRRR for what from the outside looking in, seems like punishment. So. I think I’ve sort of had the wrong idea about the loan!

I DEFINITELY can see how having his loan terminated would be a Very Big Deal omg. ESPECIALLY since Richmond instigated it 👀

Tysm for your ask!!! I love this and as someone who also loves to info dump about football, I VERY much appreciate your info dump about football! If you ever want to info dump more and be info dumped back at, pls feel free message me!

[fruitjoos]

not enough

GIF SOURCE: @harcive

patrick zweig x reader

patrick was touring with the ATP, while you were savoring the freedom of your gap year summer vacation. amidst shelves of handcrafted trinkets and colorful scarves in a quaint madrid market, your eyes met his, igniting an instant connection. you wandered through the enchanting streets, your bond deepening with every shared dream and burst of laughter.

in the heart of madrid, under the spell of first love, the world seemed to fade away. by the end of that day, patrick realized he couldn't bear the thought of you being far from him. he asked for your number, a simple request that marked the beginning of everything.

now, a year and a half into your relationship, here you were. back in new york.

he hastily shuffled around, stuffing your clothes into your duffel bag. you shook your head, watching him as you kneeled in the middle of his bed. “you want to go so badly, and leave me here,” he huffs, “fine, i’ll help you pack.”

he paced from room to room, closet to bathroom, bathroom to den, and back to the bedroom, grabbing anything and everything in an attempt to erase you from his apartment. he wanted no trace left behind whatsoever. if you wanted to be gone, that’s what you were going to be.

“patrick, stop!” you called out, your voice laced with desperation, but he either didn’t hear you or didn’t care. “can you stop? let’s just talk about this,” you pleaded, reaching for his bicep, which he quickly snatched away from your grasp.

you had just broken the news to him that you’d been accepted into a school in the UK, offering a full-ride scholarship for journalism, a passion of yours. an opportunity you’d be crazy not to pursue. but patrick wasn’t taking the news well, his hostility apparent from the moment you mentioned moving across the world.

a frustrated sigh escaped your lips as he glared down at you. “why can’t you just think about me for a second?” you asked, rubbing your hands over your face. he let out a chuckle of disbelief.

“think about you?” he echoed, scoffing, a mock smile quickly replaced by a hardened, confused expression. your name dripped from his lips like venom. “all i ever do is think about you. every waking moment.” he pointed a finger at his chest, his voice growing more heated.

“i quit tennis for you. you’re the reason i’m in this situation, dealing with my parents every fucking week, talking about shit i don’t care about, just to keep money in my bank account,” he argued, his voice rising with each word.

“you’re doing that for yourself,” you interjected, but he talked right over you.

“i get shit from my parents about how my life would’ve been shit without them, and they’re glad i finally realized it,” he threw up air quotes, “because i’m working for them now. i have to listen them degrade me every week for hours because of you.” he squinted at you, as if the look of stupidity on your face was blinding him. you quietly tutted, rolling your eyes. “so don’t you ever try to say that i’m not thinking of you. because you’re all i ever think about!”

“i didn’t ask you to do that,” you declared, your voice trembling.

“you didn’t have to, i just did!” he screamed, causing goosebumps to rise on your arms. “because i fucking love you! and i wanted to be with you!” he panted from the intensity, his chest heaving. “and when you love someone, you have to make those sacrifices.” he stepped closer, his anger palpable.

all you could do was sit there, feeling small and helpless. you stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity, trying to read each other’s minds. the silence was deafening, and despite the thermostat being set to 70 degrees, your body felt like it was on fire in the middle of winter.

“but apparently, you don’t love me that much,” he finally spoke, breaking the silence. his tongue rolled in the side of his cheek, as he blinked rapidly, trying to cover any emotion or sign of weakness.

“oh, come on,” you scoffed, throwing your hands up and letting them fall back to your sides. “i do love you,” you said, scooting closer to the edge of the bed near him. he stepped back almost immediately.

“but not enough,” he said, throwing the half-full duffel bag filled with your things on the empty bed spot next to you before storming out of the apartment, the door slamming shut behind him.

[camnotes]

the supposed last days in england

16 july 2014

We do not have breakfast together today. You cycled to Will's to prepare for the busking festival in Edinburgh. I wanted to sleep a bit more but after replying to my friend's email about meeting up in Denmark, I was a quite awake. Felt a bit lonely, I opened Youtube watching videos about health and beauty care by a Canadian girl. Tried to check how much internet data I have left out of the 100MB but the password for the app did not work. Felt bad about lying in bed using the internet, though it is less than one hour. When I could hear some sounds from the birds, I decided to wake up. I peed, cleaned my tongue and washed my throat with warm salt water. Rinsed the kettle and put some cold water in the boil. We run out of lemon so I have artichoke herbal tea from Vietnam. Washed a pure light green granny smith's apple, put the red blanket over the table outside, I was happy to enjoy another breakfast outdoor since we moved here, in the sun, looking up to the sky.

Looking straight now is the fence that divides our small rented stoned garden and the big grass garden of the land-lord that we go to the end most of the time to stay on the wooden floor next to the little stream, my favourite plum tree, few other trees and Andrew's cabin. You said it was a very girl, which you actually mean 'woman', thing of Magaret to ask her husband to put up the fence that was not there. Magaret happens to be a white woman that can make me put her in the category of those irritated British women. One day she was on the phone with someone and all I could hear was a lot of 'She' - she was talking about some girl or woman; and a lot of 'She was ridiculous'. Though she did have a few words with her for a few times and did smile and ask me about our recent holiday in Budapest, all could be just 'diplomatic'. I have learned myself not to be close with housemates because it's easier like that so I should understand why she behaves so. Women are more possessive of their men because historically since there was no contraception, women could get pregnant when being with a guy so they have to be careful and cannot just play around with different girls like guys.

It's just a 'women' thing. They might have a period, they might have been wanted by any guy. You said guys go get the girls so all the girls have to try to attract guys, that's why girls are more jealous to each other.

I have learned myself that when a white person is not nice to someone, it's not always 'racism', it's more 'discrimination' most of the time that can happen not just between races but between the same race from different places in one country. The people from the capital take for granted that their accent is standard; the rest is 'countryside', 'southern', or 'northern' for the case of the U.K.

When I think about almost four years that I have lived in England, I think about the people I have encountered, the people who have made me smile, laugh, cry, and think.

The formal manager of the scholarship office of the university. Big size middle age English man, some white hair, big belly.

When I met him in Vietnam before applying for the scholarship for the second time, he was friendly, helpful, understanding with the situation in Vietnam, my family situation. He told me he helped an Indian girl from a slum to study in England. I told him Westminster had been ranked first in the UK for giving our scholarship to international student. He smiled quite proudly 'It's good to be first in something'. He ordered the second coffee when I asked him about his degree in Archaeology before. Looking at my CV, he asked me why I do not study Film.

He seems like a different man in England. When people live in their own country, they can be nationalist. In the first meeting with all the international scholarship students, after telling everyone about the bad stereotypes of each nationality that has scholarship students - now I can only remember he said Indians, don't be on the phone all the time. He then said 'York is the most English town in England' then smile proudly, 'Guess where I am from'. At the end of his speech when he said, 'Be careful with me. I'm the man with the money and power.' is when my tears rolled down and I could not stop it. I looked around, some African faces, some Indians, some Asians - all seem too nervous and worried to smile or laugh at his supposedly joke. No one applauded either.

7 September 2014

I feel a bit lost but a new life is waiting ahead. It is not as if I am suffering from cancer and dying, even if there might be a next life, who knows how it would be. In my case now, I know it would taste like heaven on earth when I have several kinds of Vietnamese food a day, long time no see friends and family and the weather would warm me up after four years of wind and cold, come and go sun in England.

The last 39 days with London, England and BB. More than a month of traveling in between will make it easier. I have not felt good from yesterday since you told me you are going to teach that woman today. It just sounds like a prostitute getting client from the street for what happened. You will be very mad if I tell you this comparison. In Vietnamese culture, being a musician or a typical performing 'artist' could be considered as one kind of 'prostitute' who pleases different people. That is why my mum would not want me to go into singing, learning music instrument or any other kind of art, besides the fact that we could not afford it. I was surprised to hear from the mixed Dutch and French woman that her Dutch father did not want her to pursue ballet because for him, it is like dancing naked in front of lots of people.

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

Hi Ralph. I just got into a really expensive boarding school with an almost full scholarship. My family isn’t rich but there will be a lot of rich people there. The thing is, I disagree with their very existence—no one should be that obscenely wealthy. It’s a very “good” school, but I feel conflicted. Do you have any advice?

The thing that springs out of me about this anon - is the idea of spending your time surrounded by people who you disagree with their very existence. Connection is incredibly important to being OK and to learning. Value your own humanness and don't subject yourself to situations where you'll be isolated.

More generally I do have thoughts on this, but they start from a slightly different place from where you might expect. One of the things that I think is missing about school discussion is how much can be a stake.

So the first questions I'd suggest asking are about your own wellbeing. Some people who are looking to get out of their current school are facing truly horrendous experiences (I was constantly shocked about how terribly children were treated in UK schools, including regular use of day long isolation. And that's somewhere where physical violence is banned).

Your potential new school is also a place of risk. Violence and cruelty have a long history in boarding school situations. If it's a school full of rich girls - then the impact on your understanding of your body and food could be very severe. And going to boarding school as the less wealthy kid in a very wealthy place isn't necessarily good for your brain (neither is boarding school necessarily).

Forget what people say about education or anything else and put how you experience the world and what feel like the biggest emotional and psychological risks to you first. If that was the only thing you were basing this on - what would you do?

Then I'd ask you to think about what you want from your life at this point? There are lots of different ways to learn a lot of things, and only a few ways to learn some things. If what you really want to do is play a particular sport and there's no team where you are and this school would allow you to learn that sport - then that's worth taking into consideration (I know that's probably not the case here, but I hope it helps you think). Can you learn at your current school (genuine question - I live in horror at the impact of standardised testing can have on learning). Ignore the propaganda about what a 'good' school will give you. Learning is about much more than being around rich people. Instead ask if there's anything specific and real that you'll get from this school.

Once you know what's at stake for you - you can think about the politics. But I think once you've really thought about what's at stake I think that'll probably clarify things a lot

[blog-reflection]

ONE / FIVE - They would be Hot Together

I tried to follow the noises and made my way upstairs. The door of her room was just a tad open, so I gave it a look. Nothing. I’ve seen nothing. Where the hell did the noise come from if not from this very room? I mean Mildret’s just lying in the bed head’s down. It looks like she’s crying but I can’t really tell. I tried to talk to her but as soon as I moved the door a bit Mildret stood up and rushed towards me smashing the door into my face and closing it afterwards. Well, I tried. I’m not even surprised that this has happened. Sometimes it’s unbearable to watch how similar I am to her. We never talk about feelings and if people try we just kick them out. That’s how our generation of “The Falls” deals with these kinds of things. 

Well since there is nothing to do I decided to grab my headphones from my room and go downstairs to clean up the mess I’ve started to work on in the kitchen. It took some time but the music made it less annoying. I’ve never been a fan of cleaning but I noticed that it can be sort of fun if you dance and simply don’t care. After I finished I made myself a smoothie before heading back to my room. If Mildret can stay there the whole day I sure can too. I checked Discord for either notifications or if someone was online. Luckly, one of my friends from Royal Holloway was online. 

Her name is Lucia, Lucia Alessia Amantea. She came to the UK for her health studies around 2 years ago. This year is her final year, and I don’t know how I’ll deal with this all once she’s back home. I decided to text her a simple “Hi <3” before laying down on my bed and listening to the podcast. I looked at the ceiling for a while until I noticed that I was getting quite sleepy. I thought why not and layed myself to rest. A few hours later, I got up. It was 10pm by now and I wasn’t able to sleep at all. My Discord was dying due to a stack overflow on messages from Lucia. She asked if I was fine, if I needed to talk, the basic friend things people always say when they have a weird feeling about some other person. I just texted her that everything was fine but a glance on her insta made clear that I will not get an answer this day. Lucia is everything and nothing you could expect out of a person. She has a star record in school, being the teacher's pet and studying a lot while still being the hottest girl on every teenage party on the campus. Sadly, she had to move rooms so that she has a “roomy” now. I don’t know her name but Lucia says she’s really nice. They talk a lot but also not. She parties sometimes but prefers being out in bigger cities like London. She’s in her second year and to be honest, Lucia has no plan on why she has a “roomy” now, but at least she’s not that alone then. I personally haven’t seen her. I rarely visit schools in general and even fewer friends once I’m there. But when I'm at schools like Royal Holloway, I try to catch the people I care about for a cup of tea in the main building or something similar. Sometimes when we speak, we notice the language barrier between the two of us, especially when I use some sub english slang no person knows outside of the UK. But Lucia is also teaching me Italian in return. It’s not easy but I managed to learn quite well within the first year. That’s also the reason on how we got to know each other. Through Erasmus and a Scholarship, Lucia managed to get into Royal Holloway, but she was drowning in application letters and so on, so she decided to call for help. I was the one answering her call. And then, on her first week we met in one of the many hallways. She was confused about finding one of the rooms so I showed her. I talked a lot with her on the way, so much that I waited till her lesson was over to show her around for a second time. 

Lucia was one of the people I connected with almost instantly. We lowkey had the same interests and surprisingly the same taste in music. It didn’t take long until both of us exchanged out discord tags so we started messaging each other. I also watched her participate in a basketball match. I didn’t understand what happened there but it was nice to see the passion in her eyes all the time. Lucia is a really passionate woman in general. No matter if it’s the studies, partying or playing games, Lucia is always full of joy. I think that’s one of the things I enjoy most about her, and her looks. She would fit really well together with Jesse to be honest, especially when going out. I don’t think they would be a cute couple though. They would be hot together yes but as far as I know Jesse, they would think the same. Lucia isn’t really their type. I just messaged her “è ok tesora” which is shit Italian for it’s okay darling. And yes don’t blame my Italian skills, it's all part of the learning process.

I also started up all the dating apps I have on my phone. I just want to see if something interesting has happened. But no. No Mx. Right being there, obviously. I’m not a big fan of dating apps to be fair but I’m also really needy sometimes so I think they do their job. I feel like a lot of people just tinder or whatever because they are bored and want to judge people. I mean that’s why I downloaded it. Waiting till you find the right person there that makes you happy? Fck that. People on dating apps can be really gross and I’m happy I haven’t met so many yet. Gosh sometimes I hate people. They can make you feel miserable and unwanted for so many reasons. I already have a hard time connecting with people, even though that is what I lowkey do for a living. Everytime I try to get in touch with someone I try so hard not to be cringe and weird but I just make everything worse. Some of my friends called me an underdog for a long period of time. It’s stupid because even an Underdog shines bright as the night light. I think often people try to be nice while acting really selfish. I mean I do too. I'm selfish but at least I admit it. If I don't want to meet anyone I don't. I have my reasons. Others may not understand them but well, I simply don't care. I don't care what others think of me. I already assume they hate me so it's either proven right or I get a pleasant surprise. Not that either happened. 

Well enough drowning in thoughts already. I shut down my PC and turned alexa on again to play some of the older episodes of my favorite podcast. It’s 2 in the morning so I try to sleep really fast, which I did. I’m also sorry for my blog but I don't have the time to write it tomorrow so I just wrote it the night before! I hope that whoever is reading this will not be upset with me.

I wonder what tomorrow holds.