#I took piano in HS

[heatsu]

Imagine having had been playing piano for like 4 years only to not be able to draw a piano

[noxtivagus]

i love nature so much!!!!

[chocsra]

idk abt others but yes i do eat up every single one of ur hs au bc it's so silly and yes i am looking at you with a chuuya plushie in my hand to ask for a dazai x reader hs au fanfic

✧ "YOU ARE THE CITY OF MY HEART"

☆ synopsis ↺: skipping class with your classmate, dazai yet again. but this time, you explore the ocean of your feelings together.

☆ content ↺: HIGHSCHOOL AU 15ZAI, musical prodigy! dazai, photographer! dazai, introvert! dazai, slightly ooc, fluff

☆ NOW PLAYING ↺: UNDERSTAND ��� keshi

☆ w/c ↺: 2k

you don't think you have ever lived without noise,

ever since you were a kid, you were talked your ear off by your parents, lectured by several adults, and screamed plentifully with friends. when there was silence, there was music to mask it. good or bad noise, it existed, survived, and was a huge part of your life.

but you,

Dazai Osamu, are probably the quietest person you've ever known.

the only sound you could associate with him was the shutter of a camera taking a picture—the same sound you've been continually hearing.

It was a regular school day, both dressed in full uniform, baking under the bright rays of the morning sun. There wasn't anything particularly wrong about this day. you could pick off the reddening leaves from bark-ridden tree branches and soak in the imprint of tree stumps, looking ever so similar to that of a fingerprint. it was a pretty autumn day; you just so happened to get to see that. you think, taking a withering leaf into the palm of your hand.

shutter.

"osamu, stop taking photos of me." —you chide, gently swatting the pointed camera out of view. the brunette in front of you, currently crouching, laughs boyishly as he removes his face pressed against the camera, gaze now overseeing the autumn sight before him. "sorry," dazai whispers, tinkering with a few buttons to review the photos he took. "you don't have to skip class with me, y'know." he murmurs, eyes glued to his camera.

he was a photographer, a pretty one at that. quiet and mysterious, you were rather surprised to learn that a boy reads fine literature and other classical means. sometimes, he picked up a violin or combined delicate fingers to gracefully waltz with a grand piano. his most prized possession was a camera, freezing the most beautiful of the intricacies of nature and people. but who was he? the boy who read books instead of taking notes in lectures, wavy chocolate brown hair that sun rays adored to find a home in, and a tall and slim build fitted in a school uniform and bandages. to capture the slope of his cheek, the deep hazel in hollow irises, and his olive skin. he was Dazai Osamu, a walking mystery.

so, you'd like to know where you stood with him in terms of relationship and if he even likes you at all. skipping class together, sneaking in your window at night, pretending to hang out with friends if it meant seeing him—it didn’t feel like something close friends did, like he was a secret you wanted to keep for yourself. but you couldn’t tell if that greed was reciprocated, if he was bored, or even considered you a close friend, a best friend. but instead of worrying too much, you only watch how his fingers work with a bulky camera, capturing nature's highs and lows.

“i know,” you twiddle with your fingers, grumbling, “class is boring anyway.” the brunette furrows his brows at the photos, brushing your excuse off, “this is shit. i think i’ve taken enough photos around the school.” he groans softly; you could practically hear his creative mind burning in the process. “did you delete the picture of me?” you question, standing over the lanky boy’s crouched form. “no, that one is good. i mean, the actual background, it's all repetitive.”

you tap a finger on your chim, “ahh,” you hum, pretending to understand his perspective. “winter should be here already.” the teenager grumbles under his breath before letting go of the camera to let it hang off his neck. you pace around slowly, feeling the surface of leaves crushing under your heels. “I mean, you don’t have to stay in school if you’re already skipping class.” you mutter, watching as a boyish grin lights up on his face. “you’re right, [y/n]! let’s go!”

a cold hand wraps his fingers around yours before dragging you to the nearest exit—"dazai!” you whine as the brunette drags you, “it’s cooooolllddddd!” you complain, your scarf nearly falling off as you run and run. hand in hand. this rather rushing feeling brings you a taste of memories you barely remember you had.

no one understood Dazai Osamu,

because he was a prodigy, he was something. something big, something great, something that made other geniuses seethe in envy. the boy had extraordinary intellect but a weak mind. no, dazai wasn't weak. he was just always unwell to a certain degree, and to most, it didn't take much to figure out—wearing long sleeves in summer, loving bandages for the comforting feelings even if he didn't need them, and reading books guiding the suicidal. dazai never hid it—that he was unwell, almost like a cry for help.

but for the genius that he was, nobody understood that.

but you did, in seventh grade. you were sniffling, pacing in remnants of snow as tears blurred your vision. though in your hazy field of sight, you outline the figure of one of your classmates approaching you, his tall frame catching the snowflakes from hitting your face. slowly, a boyish voice calls out.

"...are you okay?"

it was dazai, the stone-faced boy and talented prodigy. he wore a black trenchcoat, a little too big for his figure, and covered one of his chocolate brown eyes with bandages. you shook your head, a throbbing pain added from the tinge of snowflakes collecting in your hair. his stoic gaze never left you, standing there in the middle of a snowstorm, crying. the boy himself couldn't muster a feasible reason for walking outside in a snowstorm at this hour, so out of courtesy and a slight tinge of nervousness, he whispered, "let's go for a walk."

suddenly, nimble fingers reach out to grab yours; your fingers are used to originally wipe snot and cover your face. but dazai had no reaction to anything gross like that—like snot and tears. instead, he took shaky fingers into the cold ones of his own, pulling you gently along the sidewalk. you could barely make out his face or your feelings at the moment, only focused on his broad shoulders covered by that raven trench coat, soaking up snowflakes and the well of your tears.

from there, you walked and walked. hand in hand. soon running together with no particular destination—only feeling your body starting to warm up, sore feet clashing against snow, and his hand that never let go of yours.

Dazai Osamu never knew why you were crying, nor did you know what ever went through his head that day.

but from that moment forward,

you understood him.

soon, you were led by that same hand past pretty autumn leaves and into a foresty meadow, closed off from the rest of the world. several forms of wildlife scrapped by, followed by a murky pond under the sun's wake, surrounded by trees of reds and oranges. it perfectly provided what the school's campus couldn't—a sense of divergence reeling in the soft convolutions of your brain. "pretty, isn't it?"—the brunette chimes, panting from the long distance you two ran. "why'd you do that?" you grumble, rubbing your abdomen from an incoming sharp pain, "don't you have asthma?"

he immediately backtracks, shooting you an unamused glare, "that's.. enough." dazai huffs, before removing the strapped camera around his neck, "here, maybe you can take better pictures than i can." the boy chuckles shyly, a very drastic verbal response than his usual arrogance.

"hmm," a gentle hum slips past your lips, squinting one of your eyes in order to press the machine against your face. "i can try." after scouting the area with his camera for a few seconds, you began to snap a few shots at the darkening lake, carrying several leaves in its wake.

and as you paid full attention to the awaiting winter, dazai's gaze stayed on you, his autumn. his gaze softened and his slightly chapped lips parted in a momentary surprise, taking you in with every breath he took. Dazai himself loved photography; he loved capturing moments that would soon get lost in time. the brunette, with a talent for many things, found solace in photos. he loved to take photos of resting cats, dark sceneries you'd only find in an alleyway of a fantasy novel, and candid pictures of random couples on dates. dazai loved taking photos but detested that he didn't have a camera on hand at the moment—for he wanted to freeze this divine sight of you in the confines of his brain. your face, fingers, the dip and curve of every facial feature, and how the lighting kisses your skin and hair.

"how's it like? being a total genius?"

you were rather familiar with all your classmates, just curiously getting to know the mysterious musical prodigy, dazai osamu. it was a work period, and everyone in class already begun to slack off, especially since there was a supply.

and you knew that the lanky boy was eerily quiet when the school's athletic hotshot, Chuuya Nakahara, wasn't around. so, asking stupid questions won't exactly result in stupid answers, or so you thought.

"why? wanna be like me?" — he smiles teasingly, tilting his sharp jaw in your direction. "don't think someone who cries in the snow can do it, sorry." you freeze up and scoff, slightly embarrassed from the former interaction you had with him. "dick." a peaceful but awkward silence fills the air between both of you before the boy clears his throat awkwardly. "But i'd be willing to talk about it if you let me bother you at lunch.?"

the question itself caught you off guard. looking around at the chattering students, "i—" the brunette backtracked, hiding his face slightly with gauzed fingers. "Actually!—I am going to bother you. you're friends with chuuya, aren't you?" you shrug, eyes fluttering to the ground, "..i guess so, but i don't eat with him or his friends."

A breathless chuckle slips past the prodigy's lips before covering his mouth softly, completely ignoring you, "alright then, see you anyway, crybaby."

he hates himself for not knowing what to do with you, but he loved you more to let hate consume him, like usual. dazai wanted you; he didn't know what yearning was until he saw pieces of you in sunsets, rain and snow. he's felt destiny with his childhood friend, chuuya nakahara. but he's never felt something so desiring, pining — like he wanted to be with you every day. and maybe one of those days he'll feel you without the stupid gauze wrapped around his fingers. maybe one day he can hold your hand without the excuse of dragging you somewhere new. maybe one day, dazai will figure out how to ask you to be his, how to love you, because he's sure you're the one he wants to love.

"ahh, wait.."

you cock a brow at his shocked face, grabbing onto your sleeve as if the prodigy were reaching for the stars.

"I wish I were a painter, instead." the boy pouts, holding your sleeve childishly, pulling a chuckle from your throat, "why is that, huh?"

dazai's eyes, ever so empty and unfilled, now gleam, pretty and gentle. Softly reaching out to part a strand of hair behind the shell of your ear, gazing up at you feverishly. "usually, I'm so prideful about these things, photography.."

The prodigy clears his throat, his fingers threading through soft strands of hair tucked behind your ear. "But your eyes, they are really pretty." Your lips part bashfully surprised, overcoming your ability to move.

The boy continues as if his mouth was switched on autopilot: " So I wish I could paint them instead. I guess just looking works, too, though."

He smiles cheekily.

all you ever knew was noise,

but you, Dazai Osamu, had that kind of silence to keep you awake at night. Whether that'd be holding hands in a snowstorm, or the few moments he'd stare into your eyes.

Little did you know, that was the moment he fell in love. Or rather, the time it took him to realise you don't fall.

That love has grown before you can even realise it.

✧ chocsra™

[illubean]

Valorant Protocol as Highschool Stereotypes

Characters: Chamber, Gekko, Iso, Jett, Killjoy, Neon, Phoenix, Raze, Sage, Skye, Viper, Yoru Type: Headcanons

HAHA help me valorant brainrot >.< also this is based off of my hs experience soooo yeah

Warnings: none

Chamber

your typical pretty boy

all the girls love him all the boys hate him

well...most of the girls love him

they follow him around to classes or offer him gifts or ask to sit with him at lunch etc.

and he eats up the attention every time

he's lab partners with Viper in Environmental Sciences and he likes trying to flirt with her

she actually hates him btw

Gekko

canonically he skateboards

but honestly? I can see him being on the dance team

he's so high energy, he needs some sort of outlet

he never misses an opportunity to show off his dance moves

homecoming? prom? he is the center of the dance circle

like Raze, he doesn't know how popular he is

he's just happy to have so many good friends that it doesn't even actually occur to him that he's considered "popular"

Iso

he's an ap art kid

like he walks around with a big ass sketchbook every day

always talking about his portfolio

Iso baby ily but please shut the fuck up about oil paints <3

he probably volunteered part of his summer break to come in and paint a mural for the school

I think he'd also take a piano class as like a schedule filler but he actually gets crazy good at it

Jett

pe tryhard

if you end up on the opposite team as her while playing dodge ball good luck 😓

she's always picked as team captain because literally no one else is excited as she is

she's sorta like Hairo from Saiki K 💀

she gets a lil mad when her teammates don't try

Killjoy

she's in robotics club

she's not very popular but that doesn't bother her at all

she heads straight to and from every class and spends her lunch period in the workshop unless Raze drags her off somewhere

not a lot of people actually know who she is, and if they do they just know her as 'Raze's Friend'

i think she'd remind the teacher about the homework and hit you with the "erm actually 🤓" tbh

Neon

she's on track and field/cross country

after every meet you can find her laying on the floor somewhere ready to puke bc she tries so hard to win 😭

she always ends up top 5 tho

she complains about practice but joins the team every year anyways

she carries her bag around all the time and if you open it there's like 10 water bottles in there

#hydratedqueen

Phoenix

theater kid DUHH

he's probably drama club president or sumn

bro will NOT let go of a specific song from a musical he was in his freshman year and it wasn't even his song 💀

he's been in every show every year and somehow he manages to land every role he wants

he's insanely good at the game 'bang' (mostly because he's louder than everyone else...)

he probably plans/hosts the cast parties too

Raze

she doesn't care much about her grades

she does the bare minimum and gets straight Cs

she's just here to have fun

everyone likes her because of her approachable personality

she doesn't think she's popular but she is

Sage

she's in the medical assistant class

she takes it very seriously, as she plans on going to medical school

even before taking the class she carries a first aid kit and other essentials everywhere she goes

you need a bandaid? ibuprofen? a pad or tampon? she has it all

she's also ASB president

school events literally would not be able to run without her

lets just say her college applications/resume will look REALLY good...

Skye

she also took medical assistant but was less crazy about it than Sage

she just follows her friend's lead

she thinks the skills are useful but she doesn't see herself making it her career

but also I think she would play volleyball

she's a well rounded player but specializes most in defense

still, don't underestimate her bc this girl can SPIKE

Viper

she took every ap science class offered without taking the general ones first

she complains about getting any grade below an A...

"What are you talking about? That test was easy"

sorry not everyone is as smart as you Sabine 😑

she spends all her free time at chem tutoring (even though she doesn't need it)

Yoru

he thinks he looks cool and mysterious when he walks down the halls but he doesn't

everyone just thinks his mad all the time and stay out of his way 😭

randos try to pick fights with him bc he "looked at them wrong" (Yoru wins every time)

he's not exactly a 'quiet kid' but he does lay low when it comes to the social part of school

despite his 'bad boy' look, he has pretty good grades

he's also probably one of those guys that a handful of girls have a crush on but he has no idea

[study-with-aura]

Sunday, March 31, 2024

I am posting this on Monday since yesterday was a holiday here. Easter went very well, and even though the sunrise service at the park was very early, I truly enjoyed it. We still had a regular church service afterwards for Easter Sunday, plus our Bible Study group, so it was a packed Sunday morning with church family and friends.

My mom and our other troop leader thought about canceling the meeting yesterday for Girl Scouts, but none of us wanted to cancel because we're starting on our Citizen Science journey badge, which will take several weeks to complete. Plus, we wanted to still get together and share candy because what else do you do with sweet treats? You share them with friends! So we worked on some activities while eating candy. It was fun. We also did a prayer for Easter Sunday as a group. All of us in the troop identify as Christian or we wouldn't have done it. Our parents are very respectful towards other religions and religious practices unlike some of the other homeschool families in our area unfortunately. It makes me sad, and I don't associate with those families much because of it. I think we can learn so much from other cultures and religious practices and Jesus taught love, so shouldn't we show that to those who may be different from us and respect their beliefs just as we expect our own beliefs to be respected. This was a tangent, and I apologize, but I also blog for myself like a diary, not only for any readers that might find my posts.

But it also makes me think of this current book that I'm reading. It was on my reading list already, but I chose to read it now because of it taking place during WWII and after the attack on Pearl Harbor. The amount of hatred in this book towards the Japanese, even when they are American citizens, is horrifying. I guess nothing should horrify me anymore after seeing a genocide taking place in my own lifetime, but it does. It makes my heart hurt. And now I'm getting ready to study the Holocaust in World History, although I've read about it before, this time is more in depth since I'm in HS now, but even watching the docuseries that I'm watching to supplement my learning and understanding. It makes me emotional to see actual photos and videos of some of what took place. Maybe I'm too sensitive, but I don't think so. I think everyone should be responding in a similar way. They should be disgusted and horrified that things like this happened so recently and are still happening in the present.

I need to get back to studying. The world is such a terrifying place, that I'm grateful I can still see the beauty in it at all.

Tasks Completed:

Duolingo - Studied for 15 minutes (Spanish, French, Chinese) + completed daily quests

Piano - Practiced for three hours in one hour split sessions

Reading - Read pages 158-239 of Beneath the Wide Silk Sky by Emily Inouye Huey

Streaming - Watched Hitler’s Circle of Evil episode 5

Chores - Put the dishes away

Activities of the Day:

Personal Bible Study (Genesis 1)

Sunrise Service

Church

Bible Study

Girl Scout Meeting

30 minutes gaming

Journal/Mindfulness

[foxes-that-run]

I’m a big believer that William Bowery is HS. When I listen to Champagne problems it sounds almost like an apology or an acknowledgement of the sadness directed towards CH for not accepting his proposal (which she’s given us Easter eggs to- the words NO written in diamonds in look what you made me do with a ring case). As much of a dick CH seemed and how she allegedly went back to HS I kind love thinking that now as an adult she could look back and not have regret for saying no but show understanding for how that must have felt

or im delulu

Hi Anon,

Wow I never knew about the No and jewelry box in LAWYMMD! The locket seems to point to CH too. It tracks, he was 32, they dated for a year and she was good for his career. But I don't think she cares enough for him for Champagne Problems to be about him. She doesn't hold back in I did something bad or high infidelity about him and he had gone on Twitter calling himself a beard.

I really like this analysis of Champagne Problems

I associate Joe with Champagne Problems, I believe he proposed and that he was rejected. I find he fits the best because of the dorm (HS and CH didn't go to university) and splashing out on the bottle (CH and HS have always been multi-multi-millionaires while dating her so I imagine Dom Perignon is not the best they would choose). Booking the night train to wallow could also be Joe.

Something else I find interesting in Champagne Problems is the scales at 4mins in, right at the end. Harry has a tendency to add a flourish to the end of his songs, like the coco’s and Camille voice note in Cherry, vocalisations at the end of FTDT and Super Pretty and Fine Line crescendo, whistling at the end of canyon moon. It’s not something I associate with Taylor or Jack.

I remember when I first heard this song, I was floored, I wondered if it was the end of her and Joe. In hindsight I think it was because of the subject matter and how William Bowery unfolded, but it took a long slow death to get there. However, I think WB wrote the melody on Piano and Taylor the Lyrics.

I am endlessly fascinated how it went from dropping easter eggs on WBs identity to declaring it Joe. Then giving him a production credit rather than a writing one and that being the end of it. Also how it came to be that that was the end of them other than a handful of sporadic sightings.

Then she also said "I wouldn't marry me either" in Your loosing me, I wonder if she later asked to marry him after being turned down?

[ryqoshay]

Tri-Arame - Rivalry Reverie

Starring: Yuu, Mia Implied Pairing Trio: YuuAyuSetsu Words: 596 Rating: G Time Frame: Late in Yuu's 2nd year and Mia's 3rd year of HS Prompt: Reverie

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Summary: Yuu needs help with an assignment

Author's Note: Primary entry for the 2nd

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“Eh?! Baby-chan?” Mia startled as she entered her dorm room. “H… how did you get in here?”

“Lanzhu-chan let me in.” Yuu replied from where she was sprawled on Mia's bed.

Of course she did. Mia grumbled silently to herself. “So, why are you here?” She asked aloud.

“I needed a change of scenery to work on the reverie assignment.” Yuu explained, still staring at the ceiling. “I got a bit too excited about Ayumu and Setsuna-chan coming over for an anime marathon later that I set up everything early, and now I'm getting distracted by it.”

“I’m surprised you’re not using that as inspiration to write your piece.” Mia commented as she stepped over to her desk and sat down. “Haven’t you claimed them as your primary source of inspiration as of late?”

“Well, yes.” Yuu conceded. “But our assignment is to write a reverie. And when I want to write something inspired by Setsuna-chan, it is usually something passionate, high energy, cool, and all that.”

“Then why not Ayumu?” Mia asked. “A reverie piece should compel the listener into a dreamy or musing state, and several of Ayumu’s songs have been about dreams.” Heck, her name literally means walking dream. She added silently.

“True.” Yuu nodded. “And I love those songs dearly. But they’re still more classic idol pop than what I would consider fitting of a piano reverie.” She sighed. “Maybe I should turn to Kanata-senpai for inspiration…”

“Hrm…” Mia thought for a moment. “Well, I’m not sure how much help I can be, Baby-chan. I mean this assignment is being presented as a competition among the class, so I’m technically your rival.”

Yuu shot up to a sitting position. “That’s it!”

“Eh?”

“Mia-chan is my rival!”

“I still don’t…”

“Rivalry reverie!” Yuu hopped off the bed. “Mia-chan, you’re a genius! Thank you so much!”

Before Mia could reply again, Yuu was out the door.

What the…? Rivalry reverie? Wasn’t that a contradiction? Rivalries were conscious, intentional, usually passionate acts between individuals or groups. That stood in stark contrast to what Yuu correctly described as being the intended evoked emotions for a reverie. Strange.

Well, whatever. Mia shrugged and leaned over to retrieve the papers she had been using for her own reverie piece for the assignment.

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Mia watched from just off stage as Yuu took a seat on the piano bench. She had been looking forward to this moment, to figure out what Yuu had meant last week about their reverie assignment.

Yuu closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and held it as she positioned her fingers above the keys. She then released her breath and began to play.

Well, that certainly was a reverie. The music washing over Mia made her close her own eyes and start settling into a more relaxed state. It was beautiful.

However, despite wanting to completely lose herself in the melody, one thought continued to nag her. Just what the heck did this have to do with rivalry? Sure, the rivalry between her and Yuu was fairly friendly. In fact, that had become the motto of the school idol club, friends but rivals.

Wait.

Friends but rivals.

What that it? Was that the answer?

Was the piece Yuu was currently playing meant to represent how she felt about being Mia’s rivalry? Was friendly rivalry really something that somehow brought her peace and musing inspiration?

That… actually sounded very much like Yuu.

Yes, that had to be it.

Mia smiled.

And with that figured out, she let herself focus fully on the rivalry inspired reverie.

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Author's Note Continued: I'm not sure why I got a bee in my bonnet about the title, but once it was there, it refused to leave until I figured out a way to use it. And this is what I settled on.

But I do think it fits. I strongly headcanon that Yuu isn't really the competitive type. She is far to supportive of those she cares about to want to "beat" them. However, she doesn't want to "lose" to them either, as evident in one of my favorite Nijiyon episodes. I believe she is quite content with being equal with her friends instead of ahead or behind them. And that means she needs to keep up with them. But at least she is happy to take inspiration from the friendly rivalry.

Also, upon rereading this to post here, I see several mistakes. I can't say I'm all that surprised as I think I wrote this one over a 15 minute break at work. That said, I'm leaving the mistakes in for the sake of this and my AO3 collection post. I have some ideas to expand on this for when I add it into TA proper, so I will fix the issues then.

Prior Prompts Used: Dream

[artistsonthelam]

In honor of the Summer Olympics, fun fact about me: I was on the swim team* in high school. 🏊

Here's a poster my mom made to cheer me on during Senior Swim Night. 💛💚 (She took this photo of it back then.) I remember being so moved by how cute it was and her attention to detail; my hair looked exactly like that because I was growing out my childhood bangs, and the frog and duck are stuffed animals I had (and I remember they were SO soft), and they looked exactly like that as well 🦆🐸

*As you can imagine by just looking at me, I wasn't particularly good, at least for swim team standards (and if you think I'm small now, I was even smaller back then—when HS began I was scrawny and 4 ft.-something). Sure, I'm faster than normal people, but we're talking competitive swimming here.

I was the textbook definition of a bespectacled nerd. I had no hand-eye coordination (which is ironic as someone who can draw, I know) so forget about any other sports that required me to catch or hit flying objects.

Pretty much everything else I did, I excelled at naturally and without any effort: art, writing, piano, foreign languages (in jr. high I won the Best Spanish Student award and my freshman year German teacher called me a "German prodigy" which I didn't even know was a thing that existed but apparently it does). But athletics? That was the one activity I actually had to work hard at, which made the sense of accomplishment I got whenever I finally mastered a new swimming skill even sweeter. There's value in doing something just because you enjoy it, regardless of your ability.

I also had a late start in that I didn't learn how to swim until I was 9. (I wanted to when I was 6 but when my dad went to sign me up for lessons they were all booked, and he saw that there were openings for ice skating and asked if I wanted to do that instead. So other fun fact [that's also funny but in a different way because it was so unlike me as a tomboy]: I did Figure Skating when I was a kid.)

I was on the JV team. At meets, I was usually assigned to the slowest heat. (Although to my credit, whenever I was put in a relay, I was always made the anchor.) I could barely ever dive properly. I did open turns instead of flip turns, which slowed me down even more. And you know what? I didn't care. I loved swimming. I loved just being in the water. (Whenever we had dry land training after school I used my other extracurriculars as an excuse and skipped practice (sorry, Coach) because I didn't see the point if I couldn't be in the pool (yes I now realize those skipped workouts would've helped me be a better swimmer).) I wasn't in it to win it; I was genuinely in it for fun, for, well, the love of the game. Giving it my all, beating my own personal bests, feeling strong. The adrenaline rush of standing on the starting block, the Pavlovian response to the beep, the moment the roar of the crowd fades into the background and it's just you and the water. The camaraderie, cheering on your teammates. During practice they'd play music on the speakers (I remember my first time hearing "Sk8er Boi" was in the water doing laps); I'll never forget one random snapshot in time when the sound system was blaring "Heaven Is a Place on Earth," and the girls who were up on the blocks were dancing to it, and I thought to myself, "You know, maybe it is."

// (c) Jenny Lam

[toxiion]

🪑

Tell us more about Astro x

Thinking of renaming the au but unsure of what's gonna be but I'll start telling you more about the au

Reason why I didn't posted your ask that fast is because I took 5 naps and woke up in a sweat, 3 in the morning and two in the afternoon

There are surgeries that are invented to stitch whatever, but can be injected by a syringe that you can find in a box with selects of it in case one breaks.

There ARE jobs for specific people with unusual transformations that were chosen by their guardian, In Eldiw, the cardinals as well with the lumen had agreed to provide for the public. Given that they once suffered an outage when Kay and Alice were 3-7

Some were even transmutated at later stages between 16-20, late bloomers or early.

Every old person in the au is either more wise or more brutal if youre like Victor or someone else dunno

Oh yeah speaking of Victor, he can't really play the piano due to one specific trait from the Tyranitar X (look at the mons hands lmao) his design is a combination between HS! karkat and the mon

[dreadfutures]

Hi there I'm going to preach to you about local government!!!

TLDR find what department in your local government is in charge of planning and programming and tell them what you like and what could be improved!

So I've always been very appreciative of local government, your local tax dollars at work--improving libraries and the programs they can put on, community theaters, affordable housing inclusions, public transit, parks. Things I used growing up that I realized my city had, but not the city in the east bay where I went to HS. And through my HS orgs, we lobbied city hall to get some of those things improved in that city, and I got to see those changes, and now TEN YEARS LATER, those changes have grown and grown to make that places not just "the dump" of the area. It's amazing.

I took a few courses in city planning/urban development/etc in college and my appreciation only grew. The area around my college was neither self-governed, nor really incorporated. It was pothole city, our homes were falling into the fucking ocean and there was barely any regulation, the parks were rundown except for volunteer work, it was miserable. And through lobbying and organizing and community force we really improved the area and earned self-governance and really truly got the power to institutionalize a lot of the local volunteer work that was key to making the area safer and cleaner and more fun.

My little sister has been working for our hometown's city government for the past few years and it made me even more appreciative of this kind of stuff.

So moving to this new place, walking around--there's all sorts of things I'm appreciating. It's walkable, the bike paths are SEPARATED from the road and are clearly marked and safe, there's live music everywhere, pianos on the streetcorners, murals, markets with local businesses, local art studios and music studios and tons of events in the parks and the markets and the area.

The richass socal town I've been trapped in for five years has had NONE of that shit. They had all the money and it was a hostile fucking suburb and I'm calling public works HERE to tell them everything they're doing right because honestly just walking around it is FILLING me with LIFE. ;-; <3 And it's because of the hard work and implementation of this department in the city I'm so grateful for the people who decide to work in local government and make it all happen.

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1 11 12 13 17 18 19 23 24 29 31 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 49 51 52 62 63 64 65 72 93 88 89 93 94 98. Uh. Feel free to skip some i’m aware this is a lot. i’m curious.

sorry for taking so long, answers are under the cut!! ill try to answer as many as i can lol

@st4rguy

heres the link to the post https://www.tumblr.com/sleepy-kitty-boy/743051716942004224/100-homestuck-asks

oo like... around december this year i think. (when you first got into hs)

11. not counting my fav alpha character, roxy! she's so interesting to me i love her (fav alpha kid)

12. cronus. he is a giant douchebag and i hate him (fav alpha troll)

13. dirk and hal. they're fucked up <3 (fav alpha character overall)

17. jade, but i love them all equally. jade a bit more though. (fav beta kid)

18. sollux!!! no comments he's just great i ove him (fav beta troll)

19. uhhhhdhfhdvh i can't chose sorry 😔 (fav beta character overall)

23. oo this is an interesting one!! i think bro. i want to study him Why is he like that (fav guardian) (edit: i changed my mom i like mom lalonde more now)

24. i don't really know. i don't really dislike any of them in particular (least fav guardian)

29. oo!!! either stylla, tyzias, or tegiri. (fav friendsim character)

31. davesprite or erisolsprite (fav sprite)

33. ohoho this is hard ok. either aradave or solkat i think, although i have also recently been swung onto pale erisol which is interesting! can't forget the classic meowrails too (fav pale ship)

34. vrisrose holy shit they're the kismeses of all time (fav pitch ship)

35. arafef or jaketav :) (fav flush ship)

36. im not sure honestly. i gotta think about auspisticism more man i don't have anything. karkat/jade/karkat is pretty funny though

37. erisol or davekat! (fav vacillating ship)

38. jakehal 🔥🔥 (OTP)

39. jakedirk 👎 (NOTP)

40. sollux and roxy are besties and you cannot convince me otherwise (BROTP)

49/51/52. gonna skip these ones bc i legitimately cannot think of anything? it hasn't been that long since i became a fan so

62. i have!! it was really fun and all the characters are interesting and unique in a way that made me really invested in it. the jade/teal car was so fun but also took me like two days lol (have you played hiveswap?)

63. ive played the first two or three volumes, but haven't had time to get around to the rest. someday... the bits that i played were fun though :) getting locked in ardatas basement was an experience (have you played friendsim?)

64. yeah! it was pretty fun. the darker endings especially were great i fucking CACKLED at the terezi one. there were some great notable moments that ill put in the tags to avoid casual spoilers lol (have you played pesterquest?)

65. no. i might but i don't particularly plan to (have you read the epilogues?)

72. feferi's head fins are axolotl gills!! also i think john can play the ghostbusters theme song on piano. he'd find a way. and roxy loves milo. it becomes her drink of choice on earth c i think :) (character headcanons?)

88. ohoho i have so many. holy shit. just a few: dreaming in binary; space cadet (hello, hello, hello, hello); So It's Going [series]; Love Letters in Digital Ink; things that go bump in the night; 12:56 (favourite fanfics)

89. serfuzzypushover, helmtechnician, missbehaviourOuO, beescake and like. a ton of other people (favourite fanartists)

93. voidbound or therapystuck!! highly recommend both. (fav mspfa)

94. about the only thing i haven't thought of about my trollsona :guaugh: probably two daggers, so 2xdaggerkind? no reason in particular i just think it's cool (what your strife specibus would be)

98. dirk, i think. something something plurality (character you relate to the most)

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Scrooge Headcanons Masterlist

Scrooge is a switch NSFW

Scrooge is all about eye contact NSFW

Scrooge's NSFW alphabet: A & B

Scrooge's NSFW alphabet: C-G

Scrooge's NSFW alphabet: H-K

Scrooge's NSFW alphabet: L & M

Scrooge's NSFW alphabet: N-Z

Bess' NSFW alphabet

Scrooge proposes with flower rings SFW

Who Isabel married and why that makes it even sadder SFW

~Modern AU HC: Bess meets Scrooge pre-visitation SFW

Scrooge doesn't like being called 'Benny' SFW

Scrooge rolls his 'r's--anyone else notice? SFW

Scrooge plays the piano--end of discussion SFW

What Scrooge's personality type is and what Bess' personality type is and why it works SFW

Things that Bess will definitely do in the fic we just might not ever see them--lol SFW

Scrooge is gonna get long hair--deal with it SFW

Scrooge's favorite color SFW

The Scrooges: Victorian styles SEXTING NSFW

Scrooge honoring Jen SFW

Bess just needs some long, deep snuggles, okay? SFW

~(Probably) Modern AU HC: The "get along" shirt SFW

Granny FeFe's bed

Ebenezer Scrooge is a foot-popping-kiss kisser SFW

Scrooge always romances his wifey NSFW-ish (gif)

Ebeness' safe-word NSFW

Scrooge's body hair NSFW

Scrooge physique NSFW

Bess with the cute aggression SFW

Scrooge gets an accent when he gets heated SFW

Bess goes posh when she gets heated SFW

Bess Scrooge and her... interesting vocabulary SFW

Ebenezer Scrooge and holding his liquor (ficlets for examples) NSFW

Scrooge fell first SFW

Ebenezer's robe SFW

Eb's watch chimes because nostalgia for me SFW

Bess is quite low-maintenance in romance SFW

SHIRTLESS, SWEATY EBENEZER DOING FARMWORK--THIS IS HAPPENING--YOU'RE WELCOME SFW

More fun and sexy Scrooge farmwork SFW

Josephine Sulivan--Fashion designer extraordinaire! SFW

Bess talks to the animals SFW

~Modern AU HC: Cotton briefs are sexy SFW

Ebenezer's father SFW

Those bed curtains are handy for many reasons NSFW

~Modern AU HC: Netlix and chill NSFW (just to be safe)

A brief history of Jacob and Beatrice Marley SFW

Bess' body hair SFW

Bess' favorite and least favorite colors SFW

Ebenezer is top-tier dad material SFW

Scrooge-Sullivan family height comparisons SFW

Bess' hair is glorious and Ebenezer loves it SFW

Do not call Bess "the little woman" SFW

The kids think Bess is awesome SFW

American vs. British SFW

~Modern AU HC: The result of breaking up with Oliver SFW

The sweet, protective things Ebenezer does SFW

Fluffy the Turkey SFW

Adopted Scrooge headcanon: Grind or bounce? SFW

Beryl's last name SFW

~Modern HS AU HC: Bess was an emo girl SFW

~Modern AU HC: Ebeness couple shirts SFW

~Modern AU HC: Scrooge characters Starbucks orders SFW

~Modern AU HC: Kick-boxing Bess SFW

~Modern AU HC: Mixtapes SFW

"I'm not perfect, but I'll be as close as I can be for you" SFW

Bess' oral fixation NSFW

Lots of head kisses SFW

Scrooge characters' ages SFW

Just sayin'--Scrooge is probably wearing long undies SFW

Wedding and engagement rings SFW

I still call them the Hannahs SFW

~Modern AU HC: Fourth of July SFW

~Modern AU HC: Motorcycle SFW

~Modern AU HC: Elvish SFW

~Modern AU HC: Bess' YouTube SFW

Portraits SFW

Do NOT insult wifey SFW

Mickey's real name SFW

Birthmark NSFW only because pictures of nude posteriors

~Modern AU HC: Bess and Oliver NSFW-ish

~Modern AU HC: Bess and horror movies SFW

*Sims AU HC: Why it took so long for Bess and Connie to meet SFW

*Sims AU HC: Ebenezer and Ebenezar SFW

~Modern AU HC: Tattoos SFW

*Sims AU HC: Bess just LOVES to torment Orin SFW (mostly--involves a crude bumper sticker)

^^Continuation of above SFW^^

*Adopted Sims AU HC: Scrooge family meeting Bea SFW

*Adopted Sims AU HC: Scrooge family meeting George SFW

*Timeless Sims AU HC: Connie and Bess-"Yes you are flirting, honey." SFW

Bess and self-care SFW

Pinkie-swear--Eb and Millie SFW

~Modern AU HC: Cutting hair SFW

George's shirts SFW

~Modern AU HC: Eb's shirts SFW

⚔️DND AU HC: Eb and Bess origins SFW

~Modern AU HC: Bess' opinion on new age SFW

[ficklefic]

nye 7 years post hs!

this one plays with the idea that the industry rachel and quinn share is probably small, so they end up seeing each other again in the same new years eve party (that as the file name says, 7 years post hs). it was a party quinn's college roommate hosts, and this roommate is now a writer and producer for films and tv shows with whom quinn kept in touch.

so now,

“It wasn’t even my bright idea to host this party,” Meyer released Quinn and peeked into her fridge for a bottle of champagne. “Remember April? The casting director for A Boston Marriage that Netflix hired for me? Yeah, it was all her.” Meyer rolled her eyes as she poured champagne into two flutes, one she handed to Quinn. “I mean, I get up and coming actors who somehow found out about this party and really, Quinn, I can only handle so much sucking up.” Quinn snorted and took the champagne. They clinked the glasses together and took a sip. “Who’s in there, do you know?” “Hm, well, I met a few of them. One of them is with Sara Bareilles so now I have half the mind to turn it into a musical…” Meyer trailed off and shot Quinn a look. “If I remember correctly, you can sing.” “I can carry a tune here and there,” Quinn said with an offhand shrug. “I was in glee club in high school though, but it’s not like we won Nationals because of my voice.” Her friend scratched her chin. “I’ll keep it in mind. So anyway, there’s also this woman who’s the perfect height for the role. She’s with some guy called Jesse St. James, and I think I’ve seen her on Good Morning America once or twice…” Quinn blinked. That name sounded familiar. But her attempt to remember was interrupted by a few notes on the piano. “Oh Christ, they finally realized there’s a piano there,” Meyer grumbled. Like a sailor doomed at sea, Quinn heard her voice first before she saw her. “Kiss today, goodbye… Point me towards tomorrow…” “Quinn, you coming?” Meyer asked while she was halfway out of the door. Quinn blinked herself out of her stupor and followed her friend to the library where the piano was. It was no grand piano, but it was pitch black and shiny, and the woman singing beside it was a sight to behold. Rachel Berry stood in an elegant navy blue dress, her hair pinned in a neat bun. Champagne flute in hand, she sang, while Jesse St. James — Quinn remembered him now, and she was baffled that he was there with Rachel — played the piano. “You know her?” Meyer whispered. They were in the far back, far from the performance and hidden from view, but still, through the gaps of bodies, Quinn saw Rachel, if the quickening of her pulse was any indication. “You look like you do.” “She — Yeah, I know her.” Quinn did not notice the way Meyer looked at her, then to Rachel. All Quinn could focus on was the pure, unadulterated sound of Rachel’s voice, matured over the years. No longer did she feel the need to belt long notes to prove the emotional quality of her voice. But still, the song necessitated a long, piercing note at the end that took Quinn’s breath away.

what happens in stories like this? they reconnect, they become friends again. with lesser baggage, maybe they fall in love.

[pinayelf]

10 Facts About Me

Rules: Share 10 facts about yourself and tag 10 other blogs! I want to get to know my mutuals, and the people I follow a little bit :) The facts can be about anything!

I was tagged by @shivunin!!! Tysm ❤️

Tagging: @gaysebastianvael @tatert07s @feeshies but no pressure ofc!

I was born in the Philippines and moved here to the US when I was 8

I have 2 dogs, Pikachu and Cinnamon 🐶

Besides drawing I also love crafts, I do mostly polymer clay and resin. I'm getting into junk journaling now

I LOVE MINIATURES. I go INSANE FOR LIL VERSIONS OF OBJECTS. it's why I got into polymer clay lol

I collect Rilakkuma items 🧸

I am fluent in both Tagalog and English

In hs we had to act out a scene from the Crucible and I somehow passed even tho I was recovering from the flu and was accidentally high off nyquil. I don't even remember anything 💀

I have some sort of motor skill delayment issue, it takes me a lot longer to learn and memorize physical things, it took me years to learn how to tie my shoes 😭. when I was a kid we asked about it apparently it's cause I'm a preemie.

8 is why I gave up on piano lessons lol 😭 I struggled so hard with having to play a different rhythm w the bass vs the treble. also my hands couldn't stretch to a whole octave (even this day my hands cannot stretch a whole octave rip)

my favorite place ever is the beach

[cakesplice]

my silly little non despair dr roomies au ramblings 💭

characters:

main housemates: chiaki + hajime + komaeda (aka tpg) and ibuki

floormates who are also dating main housemates and basically live in their apartment: akane and kaede

other people dating main housemates: maki

regular visitors: chihiro, himiko, kokichi, makoto, almost everyone in sdr2 with a focus on fuyuhiko, kazuichi, and maybe sonia

premise:

all dr casts are involved + hpa is still very much intact (unfortunately) (also i haven't decided if v3 cast also went to hpa or did their own thing lol)

tpg graduated together, alongside the rest of class 77-b and the year before class 78-b

tpg are qpps! platonic partners forever and ever

tpg decided to room with ibuki (much against their will at first since ibuki just needed to place to stay in between gigs but komaeda and ibuki had gotten closer so now she has occupied what was originally just a storage room for tpg)

they live in a 3 bedroom apartment in a skyrise building in the city (room 314 baybeyyy)

komahina share a room with each other while chiaki and ibuki have their own rooms respectively :]

relationships:

main couples: komahina, chikaemaki, miowari

other couples of importance: oumeno and naehiro

besties for the resties: tpg, chiaki + chihiro + himiko, komaeda + ibuki, kuzuhinasouda

komahina reconciled their differences nearing the end of their last term at hpa and took a shot at dating post grad before deciding to move in together a few years into their relationship

(chikaemaki origin story in the works) but chiaki was involved in komahina's plans to move in together in order to 'minimize rent costs' (they did not minimize rent costs) (not that they really needed to lol thank you old schmoney)

kaede lives in the same building as the main housemates and visits regularly! just not as often as akane because she's attached to her piano. chiaki spends as much time in her room as she does in kaede's apartment as they do a lot of parallel play ❤️ maki fucks off regularly for work trips and/or studies abroad though so piano tiles (chiaki and kaede) spend time together with her online gaming because e-daters (derogatory)

ibuki started seeing and dating akane after meeting again a high school reunion so now akane basically lives there (her apt is on the same floor but she's always in room 314 anyway)

oumeno and naehiro are high school sweethearts from their respective high schools ^___^ it did take oumeno longer to figure their shit out though LMFAO

occupations:

to be developed! i did not think that far ahead lol

the au itself takes place a few years after their intended hs graduation so they're all in their early 20s, but i'm not sure if i want them all to be in college / only some of them to be in college / all to be employed (part and/or full time) / etc

i think the only occupations i'm somewhat confident about are: ibuki (part-time singer-songwriter), chiaki (part-time streamer), and komahina are both currently in school working with hajime working part-time and komaeda as his stay-at-home wife (joke joke this is a joke don't k word me ty)

extras:

kaede's hs best friends are rantaro and shuichi who both visit occasionally

maki's hs best friends are kaito (visits occasionally) and himiko (always there)

himiko's hs best friend is angie (lives overseas)

i think apt 314 should have some pets. for funsies <3

🍓🐶🦔 i will keep adding to this post and changing things as i see fit :3 thanks for tuning in if you actually took the time to read this LOL 🍓🎼🔪

[ilostyou]

i assume you can play an instrument

i can!!!!! i can play two but. almost three - i took piano lessons for a solid 8 years probably til hs, and i taught myself guitar! the almost is ukulele bc someone taught me on theirs one day in college and i nailed it but never had my own ukulele and still don’t but i’m confident if i did i could still play it lol

send assumptions about me, i’ll confirm or deny!