#It's not even math at this point I'm just confused at whatever the hell their doing and this happens every month

[kitsunabi]

If your job involves accounting is it too much to ask for basic comprehension of mathematical values OTL

[study-diaries]

Math Tips

(Pictures are not mine)

Well, let me tell you, we all have this love-hate relationship with this subject, right? The worst part is that when you don't know what the heck is going on, so, as a girl who studied maths (2 Volumes/textbooks) on her own during the year she was homeschooled, here are some tips and tricks that I did to get an A+ in my math finals!

Get your syllabus together

In the beginning I had no damn idea what was going on and it was just confusing. I had to do the first thing I did was taken my index/table of contents and mark the chapters which i knew very well and the ones I had no clue about. And then i arranged them with the marking scheme, like which one carries the most marks etc etc and study accordingly.

Complete lessons/chapters that you already know

When you finish off the things you already know then that's gonna give you the confidence you need even if you know only 1-2 chapters, learn it throughout and make sure that you'll get the answer no matter how twisted the sum is. If you're doubtful about the whole textbook like any normal person.... Start with the easy ones. (I know there are literally really no "easy" chapters, spare me)

Harder chapters need hard work

Most chapters like Trigonometry proofs, Geometry proofs, Algebra, Graphs, Mensuration and Calculus etc need more than minimum effort but here's a trick, what is the common thing in this? Yes, they're all formulae and theorem based which goes to my next point. These chapters are completely based on how much you've understood your basics.

Formulae and theorem cheatsheets

Make a list of all formulae and the theorem used in the book, write them chapter wise and no printouts or digital notes. Take a paper and write it down, no excuses. It helps you while you're practicing, revising and in the last minute review, it helped me damn much. Remember, maths is a sport. The basic formulae must come to you like reflexes.

YouTube is your best friend.

For every single chapter, go and watch the basics and how a sum is done step by step. A recommendation for this is Organic Chemistry Tutor who literally is one of the reasons i passed. He has videos from basic geometry, trigonometry, statistics to calculus. Search for your own YouTubers and be clear with concepts.

Math is fully memorization

Memorize formulae and theorems with the back of your hand, you should be able to recall them within seconds. Be thorough.

Memorize basic math values (if calculator isn't allowed)

Do this if you have a majority of chapters like Statistics, Mensuration, Profit/loss calculation etc, where large numbers are concerned. Memorize the first 10 square, cube, decimal and multiplication values. It may be dry but there are literally songs available for these things, I'm serious, i learnt the first 10 cube roots by listening to Senorita xD Search for rhymes and they'll definitely be many!!

Work it out!!!!!!

Can't stress this enough, atleast 30-40 mins is the minimum for maths. I'm serious, work out each sum, don't ever think it's a waste, you'll see the results. Practice makes perfect. Work out every single sum, from examples to exercise ones cause let's be honest, our examiners love to take problems from every nook and cranny of the book.

Whiteboard method

So, I made this up and it actually works, if you have a whiteboard or anything else, once you completed a chapter, take a random page and whatever sums you have on those two pages, you need to complete within a given time limit. It helps you to identify your weak points and where the hell you're losing both time and effort and not to mention that it gives you confidence boost up.

Hope this helps :))

[the-most-faithful]

James Potter Stans"justifications"

I found this old thread on reddit and it is pure gold. The classic "justifications" used by James Potter Stans.

This isn't really an excuse, it's just admitting that James was an arrogant bully under the guise of "he was a teenager" surprise, Snape was a teenager too.

Oh, that's the point, for all those who keep saying "We don't deny reality" here you go.

James didn't bully Snape, they were just rivals. I'm not good at math, but since when would 2 VS 1 be rivality? Because in the books we know that James and Sirius attacked Snape just out of boredom, where would the rivalry be? Isn't attacking someone by slamming them to the ground, lifting them by the ankle, suffocating them with soap, SA them bullying? Is it simple rivalry? So tell me, what's the other side of the story. Rivality means that they are equals and attack each other equally. When did Snape ever attack, suffocate, curse James? (And no, I haven't forgotten the Prank, but we'll talk about it later)

James didn't change in canon, he got everything he wanted without ever having to apologize, he was popular, on the right side of the war and he got married to the girl he liked, even though he bullied her best friend for years. James continued to attack Snape even in seventh year without telling Lily. But even so, let's pretend that James is really mature, what does this prove? That first he was an arrogant bully, so at least we don't deny this fact, and then at some point he changed, so what? Do the years of bullying disappear? I wouldn't say, going back to clarify that in the books the only change James made was to no longer attack other students, he continued to target Snape behind Lily's back.

Well no, we were told that Snape was prejudiced against muggles (I remind you that his muggle father was violent towards him and his mother) and hung out with people like Avery, Mulciber etc. But it is never said in the books that he used dark magic against Muggle-borns. I can agree with one thing, Snape called muggleborns Mudblood. Everyone except Lily, until The worst memory. But again, what is this supposed to prove? Wasn't Snape a victim of bullying because he used an offensive term? Whatever he did doesn't take away the fact that he was a victim of bullying.

There are so many things wrong here that I don't feel like correcting them all. But the biggest one, The Prank doesn't happen in the seventh year but before the worst memory. We know this from the memories that appear in the seventh book. Lily and Severus still talk to each other, they're still friends. The "James had changed by that point" theory doesn't hold up as a few months later he SA Snape just out of boredom in his worst memory.

In the Prank Sirius tried to kill Snape using Remus as a weapon (nice friend) and James took Snape out at the last minute. Is he a hero for this? He didn't let his best friend kill another person, that's the minimum for being a deceased person. It's like saying that making someone cross the street instead of hitting them with my car makes me a hero. Hell no, I'm just a normal person.

So what have we demonstrated in all this? Was Snape a wonderful person who had no flaws or faults? Absolutely not, but in his school years he was the victim of James and Siurius' bullying. Stop denying canonical reality, stop creating confusion with chronology and inventing facts that never happened.

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

medic for the ask game? Alternatively, the eyelanded

I CANNOT answer all these damn questions about a talking sword you're getting Medic

favorite thing about them He's also just HILARIOUS like he's really really really funny and fun to watch and think about. His voice performance is so good he has so many top-tier funny moments. Also titties

least favorite thing about them Absolute fucking nightmare to play, which makes every single Medic main, yes, even you, an absolutely insufferable person

favorite line Where do I even fucking start with this guy. Who's ready to be a mother?

brOTP Now I don't think they would "hang out" but I think Medic would be like the Joker for the Administrator. Like Wheatley and Glados if Wheatley were smarter and also German instead of British. He would love pissing her off so much and that's funny. I also think he's great at hanging out with the whole team as a group, it balances out his energy a bit more and he's not as. yknow. Medic. as he can be one-on-one

OTP Sniper fucked that old man

nOTP Mediscout is boringgggg I'm so sorry it's BORING. There are ways to do it that I think can be fun but mostly it's just boring. I'm also finding engiemedic more and more boring the more time I spend here but you know. It's whatever

random headcanon Medic cannot read. More specifically, he's probably dyslexic, and has trouble with reading in any language. Also I generally write him as vaguely trilingual (German, Yiddish, and English) so that was probably a struggle for him, and I think he confuses the vocabulary and grammar of all three languages together a lot. But he's good at math

unpopular opinion Medic actually likes people. He's actually friends with the people on his team and they like him back. He's "weird" for sure, and he's definitely a sadist, but it's tf2 so that doesn't really matter and he's mostly just an Eccentric Scientist everyone finds weirdly charming in his own little way. The implications are astounding

song i associate with them Bubblegum Bitch dadada dadada

favorite picture of them

This one is just really top tier. I don't love this comic's art style and it's not my favorite way he's ever been drawn but it's just so fucking funny. He's even kinda doing the nerd finger point in this one

[ID: A Cold Day in Hell comic screenshot of Medic running through a door, a stack of papers in his arms, saying "Wait! Are we leaving? What about the baboon uteruses?" End ID]

[shadedheart138]

I Left My Body Lying Somewhere In The Sands Of Time

This piece of writing focuses on a certain coping mechanism that I don't know if everyone is comfortable with, so I'm putting a border up. And here, I will put a definition! "Age regression is a psychological phenomenon that occurs when someone's thoughts, emotions, or behaviors revert to a younger developmental stage. It can be a temporary or long-term response to stress, trauma, or other factors, and it can happen at any age."

So this is NOT A KINK, and I only say this due to the people I know are out there who perceive it as such. People have this in real life. People cope with this in real life. This is just a personal headcanon that I was learning how to write with, and I'm doing my best to know all the research. Please let me know if anything doesn't fit or doesn't seem right or anything that I've gotten wrong, I'm trying to learn.

If you don't want to read it, no one is forcing you to. Be safe, readers!

Time was supposed to be unshakable, wasn't he? Their leader, the man everyone turned to for answers? When something goes wrong, who's the first person everyone knew had the answer to the given problem? Always ready to give advice. Ready to comfort. Old and wise.

So why was he curled in the trunk of an old tree, not feeling old at all?

His adventures had been hell, with time travel. More than double of his lifespan had been spent as a child. But he was in his late thirties now, he was sure, so why did he suddenly feel so small like the world was too big and he wanted to hide? Where was the strong leader people looked for?

He was gone, and a child was left in his place.

Link sniffled and cried, hugging himself. Thankfully they'd been at his and Malon's ranch, so whatever this... this was, was at least occurring in woods he knew were safe. But to someone who felt so small, feeling like the treetops hit the sky, like his memory wasn't quite there or complete, the forest was a maze. Almost like he was nine again. If Time was Time, he'd walk home in five minutes, no problem. But he... Was he Link out of Termina? Link after beating Ganon? Where was the math, what was his age? Would the Mask of Truth show him how old he really was, deep inside?

Was he nine, seventeen, sixteen, eight, five, thirteen, eighteen, or thirty six? That was too many numbers to think of. Masks he could do. He knew them, he wore them, he was the person inside for a bit. Somebody different. Certainly not the mess he was now.

He couldn't walk out, no problem, this time.

Link's hands- at least he knew he was Link, if not anything else. Was that a comfort or a curse? - fumbled at his belt. So many masks usually lined his belt. Where did they all go? The details were fuzzy. Only three of them were still there. At least there were three and they weren't all gone.

He hit his elbow on the tree and instead of flinching, his cries renewed, quiet and confused. Ow, why were even the trees being mean to him today??? It wasn't fair! It wasn't his fault that his limbs were too long and he was too tall and he felt too old to sit here and cry. Brain and body were not the same. Both complex in different ways. All mixed and matched and jumbled. He couldn't quite get a proper grasp on that feeling in the back of his brain, starting to spread and bleed fuzzily into the rest of his consciousness.

Link sniffled and rubbed his eyes. Right, what was he trying to do again? Masks? Ah. The first one he'd ever held.

He unclipped the Deku Mask with shaking, too-big fingers and cradled it gently. Perfect. He sniffled again. " 'M sorry." His voice was thick and small. He then slipped the mask over his face.

XXX

Why did transformations hurt so much? He'd forgotten how much they hurt. He didn't want to hurt. Had he, at some point, gotten used to it? But when had he had the chance to forget, it couldn't have been that long ago?

No matter. Link was maybe a little shorter than he was at nine, with the mask, and that almost cured his sniffles completely. Small in both body and mind, perfect! Matched like Malon's favorite cucco socks! But now what was he going to do, in these woods, in the late hours of the day? It was rapidly getting dark.

Being small wasn't useful in the dark.

And oh, Link didn't like the dark. Things that screamed and cried and took your life lived in the dark. The moon lived in the dark. Majora. Ganon. They all lived in the dark and he was surrounded by it, barely able to see the trees. No fairy to light his way. No song of home faintly heard through the trees to be his guide. Not even a night light.

He burst into tears again.

Link's tears weren't really there, seeing as he was effectively a Deku Scrub. There were no tears to cry. But the frantic breathing was there, the choked sounds in the back of his throat where vocal chords used to be. His hands were clumsy, made of wood, but they were small, how he wanted, needed, felt. How would he get home?

Oh, no no no, Link couldn't go home. They would think he was so silly, Mido would laugh. But was he going home to the Kokiri, or home to Malon? Would Malon think he was silly? His boys?

He didn't want to think of his boys. Link wasn't someone's dad. Being a parent was an adult job. And Link had just made the rule that he wasn't allowed to think of adults, effective immediately. Perfect rule, and rules were to be followed. Rules kept you safe.

So, instead of trying to go home, he scampered off deeper into the woods. He could find fairies, some light. And maybe when he felt better, they could guide him home. Navi always seemed so good at that.

XXX

"Where the fuck is he??" Warriors hissed, looking at the darkness outside. Time had gone out hours ago, claiming he needed firewood. It didn't take hours to gather wood from a stack of wood that was already chopped. He'd seemed a little detached as he told Warriors where he was going, but Warriors had chalked it up to needing some alone time from everything around.

"He jus' fuckin' up an' vanished." Twilight was pacing again. Time wasn't known for just disappearing. Or for saying he was going one place and turning up in another. That was Wild and Hyrule's job. Sometimes Legend's, if he was pissed off enough.

"It's nearly night, don't you think-" Four was cut off by Warriors grabbing his sword.

"I'll go get him. He's somewhere out here. I'll find him. He can't be far."

XXX

Oh, Link was so far away from home, and he wanted to go home NOW. Forget looking silly, the trees were all looking at him and they were mad and there was no moon and he could hear all the noises the forest made. He wanted to go home.

Link made soft, wounded noises, heading this way and that. No fairy bushes, no mushroom lights. No Navi. No Tatl. Just the dark and ohhelpno-

A very small hole he'd wedged a foot into. Had something grabbed him? Link pulled and pulled, but his foot was stuck and tight. Maybe some sort of burrow? He'd know if he was bigger. For sure. Link whined softly. He could hear the forest moving, which meant he had to GO GO GO or else something would find him and snatch him and he'd be gone forever-

Footsteps, quietly crunching, soft to try and not be heard. Link held his breath.

And immediately lost it in a grating sob, unnatural in the transformed body. Link's hands were too clumsy, no matter if they felt the right size. He couldn't magically dig himself out of the burrow-hole. The footsteps were getting faster, more urgent. Link couldn't get up, couldn't get free, one more footstep, Link curled up over himself, two more, hands on his face, covered in dirt one more two more three and four- "Heyyyy, shh. Are you okay?" The voice was warm, calming. As if talking to a frightened, wild animal. "I'm not here to hurt you, just looking for a- Time?" A time? What a funny thing to be looking for. Vaguely, Link recalled that he responded to that name. He paid it no mind, instead continuing to try and wiggle free.

XXX

Warriors looked down at this... Deku Scrub? That clearly seemed to be Time. The scar, the eyes, even the markings had transferred. Time was making an odd rattling noise, sort of like shaking deku nuts in a bottle. Trying to talk? Trying to explain? No. Warriors noted that it was some attempt at Hylian crying, though the body wasn't built for the sound.

Oh, dear.

"Okay, okay, I'll just- I'll try to figure out what's going on, okay? Is- is it some sort of curse? Can I break it? Here let me-" Warriors reached under Time's arms to lift him free, and Time was immediately clinging to him.

XXX

A curse? Was he cursed? Link cried into Warriors' neck. He knew Warriors, knew him from stern talks and warm mugs and being carried when he was too sleepy to walk. Warriors was safe. And he'd brought light with him! Link sniffled again, hands fisted in Warriors' scarf.

Warriors started to pat him down and check him over.

"Are you hurt? Are you okay? You've been gone hours, Time."

Link shook his head. But he didn't answer the second question, nor did he respond much to his name. Warriors found the small dip under Link's chin that meant that he was wearing a mask. Warriors frowned.

"Hey, can you look at me?"

Link looked up at him.

"Are you wearing a mask?" Link nodded slowly.

"Sprite, why? You've told me you don't like using those." Link jolted at the nickname and watched Warriors with wide eyes. 'Helps', Link signed, struggling to properly move his hands the way they should for the sign.

"Helps? With what?" Warriors only got a shrug as an answer.

XXX

Time shuffled to try and lay his head down on Warriors' shoulder, but Warriors gently held his head back up. Time was being so vague. He didn't seem to be fully there, his eyes distant. What could the Deku Mask help that Time couldn't do himself? Time didn't like using masks anymore, he'd said on multiple occasions.

"Can we take the mask off?" Warriors asked, moving his hand to try and get his fingers under it-

Time startled and pushed at his hand, making that same rattling noise he'd made earlier. 'Need it!' Time signed with emphasis, shaking his head.

"Time, c'mon. We've gotta get it off, so you can tell me what's going on."

Time made what was clearly some sort of whine and tried to hide his face in Warriors' neck. Warriors made a startled noise and tilted his head a little to make more space. "Is- is there a reason you can't take it off?" Time didn't answer that one, too busy clinging.

He was acting like a child, frightened and desperate. Warriors put a hand against Time's head, holding him close. "What's going on, Time? I'm just worried." Time made an unhappy noise at the name, and Warriors was sort of freaking out inside. He hadn't seen anything like this, where someone who was normally a functioning adult acted and sounded like a child-

Oh, wait. He had.

Back in the war, once things were starting to simmer down. The nightmares and flashbacks were terrible for many people. And Warriors had seen many a person cry and wail and ask for a parent. He had seen them draw and play in a safe tent. He had watched them seem at ease for the first time in a long time. He couldn't recall what Proxi had called it, but he knew it was some form of coping. Something to make them feel safe.

Time... maybe that's what Time was facing, now. The overwhelming feeling of being small and vulnerable again. These dark woods were no place for a child, whether only in mind or not.

"Alright, Link. I'm gonna need you to take off the mask for just a little while, okay? I've gotta talk to you and need to make sure you can talk back. It might hurt, and it might not make you feel great, but I've gotta check you over. Then, if you want, you can put it right back on."

Warriors softened his voice, hoping that he'd listen.

Time- Link. He could call him Link for now. Just in case.

Link sniffled and cried... and put his hands up to take off the mask. It came off quick, and as soon as it unlatched from Link's face it fell to the ground, and Warriors was met with wailing. He'd been right, the rattling sound had been an attempt at crying.

Now with an armful of a very heavy man, Warriors grunted a little and made to sit down. Link wound up in his lap, shaking and visibly trying to make himself small as he fisted a handful of Warriors' scarf.

"Hey, hey. Okay, see, wasn't so bad. I'm gonna check you over now, okay?" Warriors started gently moving Link's body to make sure that all the nicks that'd been in the Deku Scrub body had been scars and not cuts. Finding that that was the case, Warriors then gave him a hug.

"Alright, good. You're not hurt. Can you..."

Should he really ask this question, was this an invasive ask, would he be mad-

"Can you tell me how old you are? Or how old you feel?"

Warriors bit his lip, rocking Link gently back and forth, waiting for an answer. Link gave a wounded noise and shook his head, closing his eyes and pressing at them. Worth a shot.

"Okay, can you talk to me at all? Tell me why you were so far out here all alone?"

Link visibly tried to gather himself.

" 'S hard." He whispered, voice thick and upset. Link started crying a little harder, and Warriors was quick to console him.

"No, no, no, Sprite, it's okay. You don't have to talk if you can't. I can do without. Can you sign okay? Just give me a simple yes with your hands, if so." Link signed a shaky 'yes' and then moved to hide his face again.

"Okay, buddy. Do you think we can go home now?" Link shook his head, his tears soaking Wars' shoulder. "Why not?"

Link's hands were hard to read, as he shook and clung to Warriors. Warriors caught half-made signs of 'sleepy', 'scared', and 'can't'. He sighed and moved to rest his back against a tree.

"Alright, Link. We'll just sit here until you feel better, okay?"

[homestuckdailyweekly]

Homestuck Daily - Week 4/End of Month 1 - 5/11/2024

Today marks the end of the first month of my real time Homestuck reread. If my math is correct (and that is a big if), I have 83 months of reading Homestuck left. Based on some more math, I first read Homestuck roughly 50 months ago. I don't know what point I am making with this, except for the fact that time is long and strange.

If I am being honest, I am finding it a hard time to write this update, because it feels like basically nothing happened this entire week. It probably doesn't help that I've been playing Hades 2, an extremely fun and good game, all week. So everything I have to say about this week of Homestuck is colored by an implicit "And I read this instead of playing Hades 2 in that exact moment." Hell, I could be playing Hades 2 right now, but I am writing this instead.

In case you haven't noticed, dear reader that definitely exists, I don't exactly know what I'm doing with this one here. I know, after I worked so hard on developing a strict and rewarding format these past few weeks, I'm throwing it all away to ramble here and now. The thing you need to know about me, though, is that I make terrible decisions. Always have, always will. I promise I'll get to a point, but we'll get there on my own time.

Where was I. Oh right. 50 months ago. Valentines Day 2020. That was the day I began my first Homestuck read through. My girlfriend at the time- she would break up with me a few months later for non-Homestuck related reasons- was a Homestuck fan, and had tried and failed to convince me to read the comic before. We even spent a date night playing friend sim, which I tried my best not to be confused by. Well, Valentines day came, and I decided I would finally relent to my girlfriend's recommendation, and I spent the day reading Homestuck in my college dorm room. And when I started, I did not stop. Not for a long time. You see, it was a Friday, a Friday very early in the semester, in fact. I had nothing I needed to do and 3 whole days where I did not need to treat myself as a human being. I denied myself food, water, sleep, and human dignity as I read Homestuck, all the while texting my girlfriend my reactions. I think the only time I took a break that weekend was on Saturday, to play in a Vampire the Requiem game I had recently joined. I don't know exactly how far through Homestuck I had gotten when I attended the game- but it was further than a person should be less than 24 hours after starting the webcomic.

Which brings me to my point. How quickly into my binge did I get to the parts of this comic that has now taken me a month to reach? An hour? Less than that? I don't know and am unwilling to do the work to find that out. I don't think I had gone all-in on Homestuck at this point, but I do remember being entertained by the Sylladex fuckery that was going on. I found it intriguing, this little puzzle of mechanics, the audience and John struggling against an unintuitive game mechanic that refused to make things easy. That was 50 months ago. So far on my read through, all I really feel as I get to each new gag about Sylladexes is "Oh, today is just this, huh." A part of me is sad and disappointed these gags aren't landing for me in the way they once had. A part of me is worried what else in this comic will suffer with the addition of time. But then I got to the last page of this week's updates, page 137, a loading animation for SBURB set to Sburban Jungle by Michael Guy Bowman, and that worry melts away.

Sburban Jungle is a song that lights my imagination ablaze with visions of epic machinations. I am the kind of person who listens to music not just because I like a song, but because that song puts images in my head that I can't tear myself from exploring as fully as I can. Even back when I was a kid in highschool, I would spend my bus rides home listing to my ipod, imagining grand adventures and fantastic scenes set to whatever music I was listening to. Sburban Jungle brings me back to those days, I think. That feeling that I find so hard to describe right now is part of why I love Homestuck, I think. It is a story about 4 kids, friends, playing a game together. A game where anything can be possible. A game where music brings actions scenes of epic and mythical scale- like the kind I would think about on the bus ride home- to life. That game hasn't started yet, we are still playing a game I'd like to call "Inventory Management if the Inventory Management hated you". But we'll get there eventually.

I have read Homestuck in realtime for 1 month. I will continue this for 83 more months. There'll be many months where I read nothing, and I'll need to think up something to post during those weeks. There'll be months where I'll struggle to keep everything I want to discuss in individual coherent posts. Homestuck is a land of contrasts, and I am going to experience those contrasts in the fullness of time's length. This is a terrible idea, but those are my favorite kinds.

Now that this is written and done with, time to play some more Hades 2.

[violetwinterwidow01]

Civil War: Airport

Imagine: Steve needs Cevyn's help knowing she's quite stubborn.

°☆°☆°☆°☆°☆°☆°☆°☆°☆°☆°☆°☆°

Clint: "Cap, We need her."

Steve: "I know. But she's not easily convinced."

Wanda: "Do you want me to contact her?"

Steve: "Yes."

(Wanda calls Cevyn through her mind)

(Cevyn snaps in)

Cevyn: "Wands, that's not how I imagined you screaming my name."

(She jokes with a smirk making Wanda laugh.)

Clint: "What!?"

(Ignoring Clint, Steve speaks.)

Steve: "Cevyn, I know you're helping Tony, but we need you. We have a plan."

Cevyn: "I wasn't planning to, I just wanted to move on. But since you know I'm one to listen, convince me."

(Steve starts explaining)

Cevyn looks around at everyone questionably, then looks back at Steve

Steve: "Cevyn, are we clear?"

Cevyn: "Sorry, it's taking me a minute to process all the bull that just came out of your throat..."

Steve: "Bull -"

Cevyn: "So let me get this straight, you want me to help you get dreamy McHandsom out of here as fast as possible before they show up, right?"

(Bucky blushes)

Steve: "Yes."

Cevyn: "Making us fugitives of the law, knowing that some of us will be going to prison?"

(She walks toward him.)

Steve: "Yes. I know it's a risk, but we could use your help."

(She cups his face.)

Cevyn: "Did you take a couple of "Stupid pills" today? Because I worry about you."

(Clint, Bucky, Wanda, Scott, and Sam laugh.)

Steve: "Cev-"

Cevyn: "And why is Scott here?"

(She walks over to Scott and hugs him.)

Scott: "Hey, Cevy!"

Cevyn: "Wassup?"

Steve: "You know Lang?"

Cevyn: "I'm from Oakland. He's from San Francisco. You do the math."

Steve: "Scott?"

Cevyn: "I was looking for interesting friends, but that's beside the point. Do you know how stupid this sounds?"

Sam: "Do you have any other options?"

Cevyn: "Uh, yeah. You give him to me because I know he's innocent."

Bucky: "You do?"

Cevyn: "Yes, I have powers, plus I rewatched that news video enough to see it was a mask. I also wanna say sorry for kickin' your ass earlier."

Bucky: "It's okay. I'm Bucky."

(She's gorgeous)

Cevyn: Cevyn.

(She shakes his hand and hears his thoughts.)

Cevyn: "Thank you!"

(Bucky looks at her confused.)

Bucky: "What do you-"

Cevyn: "I can hear your thoughts."

(He blushes)

Bucky: "I'm sorry..."

Cevyn: "Oh no, you're fine. You're not too bad yourself. "

(They both blush and stare.)

Sam: "Cevyn..."

Cevyn: "Sorry, like I was saying, I can take him to Wakanda and help tell your truth. Sounds a lot better than whatever the hell that was."

Steve: "We don't have time for that. They want him now. We gotta get him out of here."

Cevyn: "Why you insist on making things harder than they have to be, I will never understand."

Steve: "Cevyn -"

Cevyn: "It's like your mind isn't there. It's out there somewhere. You can't even see it anymore. At this point, it's a speck of dirt!"

(Everyone laughs, except Steve.)

Steve: "Cev, will you please help us? Since you think this plan is terrible-"

Cevyn: "Nope, not "THINK". I know."

Steve: "Please?"

Cevyn: "I need a minute."

Sam: "We don't have time-"

Cevyn: "I need a minute."

(Silence for a second)

Steve: "What are you think -"

Cevyn: "I'm thinking you want this vein in my forehead to pop just... BE QUIET."

(More silence...)

Everyone: "Cev-"

Cevyn: "Alright, fine!"

Steve: "What?"

Cevyn: "I will help you."

Steve: "You will? You'll be on the tarmac?"

Cevyn: "Hell no, I'm helping from afar just in case this goes to shit."

Steve: "It won't."

Cevyn: "I said "just in case", but if it does, you're on your own. Okay, because I- I can't go to jail. Again."

Steve: "What do you -"

Cevyn: "It was his fault."

(pointing to Scott)

"But I mean it, if we go down, YOU are going to Feel. My. Wrath. Are we clear?"

Steve: "Yes, thank you. I know I'm an idiot and I don't deserve a friend like you."

Cevyn: "Hmm, Can't argue with that."

Steve: "But I appreciate this. Thank you."

(Steve kisses her forehead.)

Cevyn: "Mmhm... Im'a go, you guys get ready. When you're done with this, and whether or not you find Zemo, I'll send the jet some coordinates so you can find me."

Steve: "Okay."

Cevyn: "He's handsome, by the way." (towards Bucky). "You're very handsome, by the way."

Bucky: "Thank you, you're very pretty."

(Cevyn blushes)

Cevyn: "And he's gotta a good eye."

(She winks and snaps out.)

[notfinancialadvice]

The post thread goes deeply into "this is literal, it is not a metaphor" and at some point mentions that no one had offered advice on how to buy a condo.

This blog is "not financial advice" and this is not financial advice it is... more of... a general list... of suggestions... on how to buy a condo. In the United States.

At no point am I considering this easy, simple, fair, possible widespread.

It sucks. It is expensive. It is hard. It is confusing.

I'm hoping to take at least a tiny bit of sting out of it.

Look around your area. Go to real estate offices, they often have postings in the window. Go to their websites. Go on to Zillow or whatever but understand those prices are, hm, spicy and high, frequently. You want to get a gauge of "this is how much a condo of that size is in my area." Or the area you want to move into.

Mortgages are typically 3 - 5% downpayment, up to 20%.

If you put down less than 20%, you will very likely have to pay something called "private mortgage insurance" (PMI)

Names aside -- it's an extra payment with your mortgage payment.

It covers the lender in case you can't make the payments.

It goes away once you've made enough payments to have gained 20% equity.

Downpayment

This is the the hardest part. It sucks. I'm not going to sugar coat it.

3% of a $100,000 condo is $3,000.

Your mortgage is $97,000.

Your payment is going to be just under $600 + property taxes + PMI (probably 1.5 - 2% of the mortgage) + insurance + association costs.

Here is a basic calculator to play with numbers.

One of the things you should do when looking for a condo is look for first time home buyer's programs.

Google "first time home buyer's program {city}."

Go to City Hall. Go to your bank.

Hell, if you work for a giant company, check your benefits.

I've seen that before with folks -- it's rare, yeah, but check everywhere.

15 Year versus 30 Year Mortgage

This question is academic while you're starting out. Go with a 30 year. It keeps your cost of entry cheaper.

In time, you can refinance. You can (almost always) pay more monthly too.

Unless your mortgage lender is offering you a crazy-good-deal on a 15 year mortgage, plan on 30. Shorter mortgages exist because when you have money, you can get a better deal. If you're following this ramble, it is unlikely to apply. Plan on 30. Figure out a better plan later.

Property Tax

You'll hear a term called "escrow" bandied about. You'll pay an amount on top of your mortgage payment, this amount varies based on your mortgage, property taxes, insurance too probably, and it sits in a savings account.

You cannot touch this savings account.

Your bank will say "For easy math of this ramble, your mortgage is $500/month. Your insurance is $100/month, your property taxes are $600/twice a year... which is $100/month.

"So your total bill is $500 + 100 + 100. Of this amount, $500 goes to your mortgage. $200 goes to this escrow savings account.

"Twice a year, as your bank, we'll withdraw the cash for your insurance and pay them directly. We'll withdraw the cash and pay the property taxes."

Your bank is in touch with the insurance company and the property tax folks regularly to ensure they have enough in your escrow. Your mortgage will fluctuate slightly accordingly.

Association Fees

These vary wildly from area-to-area and even building-to-building so keep this in mind while you're hunting.

This pays for maintenance, the building's improvements, the building's property taxes... etc.

Some condo buildings are self-managed by the owners. Some have hired an agency to do the managing. Some blend.

While you are condo hunting, ask about the association fee. Try to get details "How much was it last year? 3 years ago? 5 years ago?" You want to see how often they are raised and by how much.

Also ask about "special assessments." This is an out-of-the-blue and/or long-term-planned "The condo association needs everyone to pay up $X."

They should be rare. Once every handful of years... like, once or twice every 10 years. That is a very rough guide, not a tight guideline. The more common they are? The worse shape the building and/or association is in.

Check what the association fees cover. Will someone come to your condo and handle emergency plumbing? Do they handle landscaping?

What rules do they have?

"This feels impossible."

It sucks. It's expensive.

There are closing costs on top of all this crap (money you pay during the initial purchase to handle a billion things.) It's more complicated than it feels like it should be.

As you start planning "I want to live here, I can pay $X, that fits within the basic numbers" go talk to a bank. Multiple banks. Community banks, big banks, credit unions, shop around.

"Is this a hard pull on my credit?"

That's the one that hurts it by looking at it. You shouldn't have this until you get fairly deep in the process, but it's just a good question to ask.

If someone makes you uncomfortable for not knowing? Fucking leave immediately. You're the boss. This is your house. These people are working for you. I'm not advocating rudeness, I am advocating if someone is making you feel like shit, leave.

This covers literally everyone in the transaction.

This is a high-value (it costs a lot of money) low-volume transaction (people do not typically buy many properties in life).

You, the customer, are the rarest commodity.

Never let anyone talk down to you.

If you're not ready now, but will be someday, and want info? Go get it. Make the connections. Realty agent, banker, everyone whom has info about your situation you want.

This doesn't cover everything, I'm hoping it's enough to get you started figuring out what questions to ask and whom to ask.

"Okay but this still feels impossible."

It sucks.

I don't have an answer if you are underpaid at your job. I'm a huge advocate of "people should get paid what they are worth." I hope your situation improves.

Anyone saying "stop buying coffee and shove it in a jar" is not being helpful.

Don't spend energy on them.

Do spend energy on, "I need $X for a downpayment and closing costs. How do I get it?" Work backwards from there on a plan. Keep your cheddar in a high yield interest bank account.

I'm cheering you on.

It isn't much, I hope it helps, a little.

There are going to be local plans and laws and rules that will help and hurt you. Ask questions of local folk. Get them to help you make a plan, of city hall's housing department and various (multiple) banks. It's their job. It is literally their job.

I'm cheering you on.

When I grow up I wanna be upper middle class.

[the-firebird69]

Watchmen: Season 1: Episode 5 Breakdown & Ending Explained + Full Lookin...

Her son and daughter say that the masked ones would probably be the prevalent ones because they can pull their compadres out and they can't be identified. It's true this is episode 5 and it is a precursor to episode 6 and it is going on tonight as is episode 6 and they're both very important as you can see there's some taxes and if there's some hits in Georgia and people don't know where who's doing it and they do an investigation and they were surprised at the results

Thor Freya

Olympus

You know he's sitting here and we're bothering him about a piece of math here and a piece of mat there all of it's pretty much wrong we should be on a similar page or no page at all regarding all this stuff it's insanity and he's been saying it all of you are kind of risk in my life and you're getting nothing for it absolutely nothing

Tommy f

I know it's something else too this Blue Man group stuff is a sign from the empire and it's not from us and people blame us the stuff is sticking very very tightly and he couldn't figure it out either because one of us sells Hershey and that's where the chocolates coming from and they're using it to hit makes a searing hot beam that fuses whatever it hits and it smells really bad not like chocolate so I got to tell you something we are in trouble

Justin

This is code and it's for them to use the blue and I really can't stand this anymore we're in a lot of trouble this is going on tonight I can see it happening and people are up there we have to go up there and somebody uses a powerful emitter and they're blaming us each other and it's going to end badly and he says the door closes in the movie he didn't hear it latch and you can hear it latch usually it did make a noise and I believe it's still opened but I didn't push on it hard so tell me if you might not even be there

Trump

The required to push it a lot more than that just to get it to move it all and it's true so I'm not sure what the hell he was doing and we know how the door works it doesn't latch until right before the machine is going to go off and it does automatically close and the springs are hard to move not really sure what he was doing and he's and our friend says I don't think he could remember it I said just push on the door and he's saying it's over kind of without saying it and I couldn't figure it out no I did that's what it looked like and he kept saying it to him and he didn't do it now he did it a little and that was it and I just got what he's afraid to touch it but it was not charged

Tommy f

I expected and I'm reaching down it was too late

Trump

What's true is you son gearing up and he thought the door might be charged sometimes people do that but you can touch it real fast but what's the point

Mac

The point is I've had enough is it going to keep trying to kill me it's the way it is

Trump

Olympus

I don't think that's right Trump but you're confused and afraid and sometimes when it's ultimate fear I like it in a world war II they're putting people in the gas Chambers they are confused and befuddled they don't know what to do and they're afraid to run out they don't know if it's over you follow what I'm saying it's it's just a matter of and kind of judgment from fear

Zues Hera

It's actually true I look terrified and you're trying to do that make me feel fine thing it worked a little but I was terrified

Trump

Olympus

[stabosins4]

my favorite kind of ally are the ones i've entitled "confused chad".

Like they don't know what's going on but whatever I'm on about with pronouns is totally wicked dude.

No one embodies Confused Chad more than Jayden. Jayden was a boy in my freshman year of high school. I had three classes with him: Bio, Gym, and Math.

Unrelated to Jayden, that years "fad" was for the guys to wear dresses and skirts to school every Tuesday. I don't know why, none of the gay guys did it, yet every single straight man that year participated at least once.

I go to one of those schools which change schedules depending on the day, so on Tuesdays, it just so happened that I had gym first thing. With Jayden.

Gym class was coming to a close, we're all changing out of our gym clothes, I'm trying to hide my boobs in the mens' room, and then a ruckus starts. Common for a mens' room, I ignore it. The ruckus continues, I try to ignore it. As I go to leave the room i see that Jayden has a full ass bubblegum pink ballgown, petticoat after petticoat, i swear he must've had one of those cages that go underneath it was so puffy.

Of course, all the guys around him (also in skirts, but none can compare) are asking how in the hell he got this crazy shit. All Jayden responds with...

is nothing. He shrugs. and leaves.

Now, Jayden is LOUD. Jayden is loud and annoying and loves talking about literally anything. So even the guys with less than half a braincell know something's up.

2nd period comes and goes. Lunch comes and goes, next: Math. I had forgotten at this point, and I've always been one of those kids who gets to class way too early (especially after lunch), so I spend a good 10 minutes settling into class, other students trickle in.

Jayden walks in, my head is down in my desk drawing so I don't notice. That is, I wouldn't have noticed, but also in this class is Christian, Jayden's best friend, but also an avid member of the D&D club, which meets on Mondays, but Monday was a weekend, so he missed eating lunch with Jayden today.

Christian sits on the other side of the room, but he may as well have been screaming directly into my ear when he goes, "What the FUCK are you wearing, Jayden?!"

Jayden looks at him, blinks, looks down at his Bubblegum. Pink. Ballgown. Look's back at his friend and says, straight-faced;

"Nikes."

Which is immediately followed by him kicking his leg out to reveal the most basic black Nikes you could imagine (im not a shoe person, maybe they were fancy, idfk).

Christian's jaw DROPS. And he steps over to Jayden and grabs the edge of the skirt and holds it up, "No. THIS, you idiot!" (not the word he said, I'm not gonna right the real word, you can figure it out on your own)

Jayden nods and shrugs, "It's a trend, haven't you been paying attention, dumbass?"

"It makes you look gay," Christian argues, tossing the skirt back down.

"What if I am gay?"

"WHAT?!"

"What if. I am. gay...? What's so wrong about that, man?"

"Nothing, I-I... You aren't gay!"

"I might be!"

"Jayden, you're straight,"

"Christian. I'm gay."

And, triumphant, Jayden takes his seat.

The day after, in Biology, Jayden's standing next to me in line to get some assignment (no ballgown in sight). His friend (not Christian) leans over and asks, "So...are you gay? No problem if you are, just wanna know..."

Jayden looks this kid in the eye and goes:

"What's gay?"

And I just lose it. I can't hold myself together anymore. I just start laughing. I laugh until I cry. I laugh until I can't breath. I laugh so hard for so long I get sent home for the day.

We're about to start our Junior year, Jayden still goes to this school, guys dont dress in skirts every tuesday anymore. But people still talk about Jayden and his bubblegum pink ballgown. They still ask where he got it from, he always just walks away or changes the subject. Some people say it was all planned, the Christian encounter, "what's gay?", some say I was in on it, and I don't confirm or deny to those who ask. Because really, I don't care.

I don't care what's true. I don't care what Christian thinks of gays. I don't care where Jayden got the dress. I don't care if Jayden ever learned what gay means. Because you know what?

I made it up.

[theforgottenmcrmy]

Thank goodness you mentioned that timeline issue 🤣. The math isn't matching for me there. It doesn't make sense for him to have a 15? year old that just magically popped up.

I also feel like big Dylan (since sprayberry is in the movie pretty sure) really won't be there since he gave the jeep to Scott at the end of the show - even if he says he has the jeep irl at his house or whatever. You never know though 🤷, they might even have a random fbi phone call between Scott and stiles or something.

I feel the same with Peter and Isaac popping in, that would be fun. I personally had my fill of Jackson in the show since they made the mistake of not ever going deeper into that kanima to werewolf storyline.

I just feel like they wrote the movie thinking - if we can't get stiles, we can get Allison! And I was not an Allison fan, I tell you 😐. I was alright with her in s1 but s2 had me so mad, that's all I can remember everytime I try to rewatch. I distinctly remember when she died in the show that I felt a single tear go down my face because everyone else was crying 😂.

That also might be why I'm like 😐 throughout the previews. At the same time though, if we're bringing back characters that were dead for multiple years, let's bring back the twins and Deucalion - that could've been fun to see how everyone interacted after their redemption arcs imo.

Exactly😂 and since Derek’s own canon age is disputed which I may or may not know because I once seriously considered writing a fic for him that makes the whole 15 year old kid thing even more confusing. Plus, who the heck is this kid’s mother?🧐 Hopefully we get some answers here, because the math is not mathing and the canon is not cannoning😅 I’m legitimately thinking they just *to hell with* the timeline and established canon so that Derek’s son could be a teenager, and hence a main face for the spin-off show.

Ahhhh, you got me there. Low key forgot Stiles gave the Jeep to Scott😅 I would loveeeee some kind of nod to Stiles, even if it is just a phone call or something prerecorded and altered to fit whatever’s going on. On the topic of little Dylan/Liam though, I’m also looking forward to seeing what his relationship with Scott is like at this point. Felt like they had a decent big bro/little bro mentor/mentoree dynamic, and that was one of the aspects I loved about the later seasons.

I feel like Peter is a given, but I’m trying not to get my hopes up. But every time in the main show, where it got to a point where he hadn’t been seen or mentioned for some time, he’d find a way to show up. So we’ll see.👀 Isaac may be more wishful thinking, but I’m hoping for it big time. He deserved a happy ending, and I hope he found it. That’s true about Jackson though…. Like, I appreciate the fact that they brought him back for the later seasons, (and for the show, he’s in this too, right?🧐 I thought so but now I’m doubting myself lol), but since they didn’t really acknowledge the Janina/wolf elephant in the room anymore, it felt a little off. But if he’s back, I’ll be happy to see his character. He was a jerk, but… a jerk I could possibly tolerate(?) I’m not sure how to explain it.😂

I can’t tell you how relieved I am to meet someone else who wasn’t totally like “Allison😍”. I agree, she was okay in season 1, but in season 2 her character really just started to irritate me (honestly, probably just how she was written more than anything), and it never really turned around from there. I think I felt sad about her death more because of how the others would deal with her loss, rather than the loss of her character herself 😅 But I just don’t think her return to this was NEEDED, know what I mean? Could’ve easily written this without.

You know what Argent I would have liked to see return? Kate. That may be a hot opinion, but since the whole show started with her and what she did, and there still was never any proper resolution received, I think it would’ve been cool to have the movie and conflict of the main characters end with her too.

Yesssss Deucalion and the twins. I dig it. Fingers crossed, maybe they just wanted to keep some surprises for the movie?😅🤞🏻 We need more grey characters to keep things interesting, and I’d say that fits those three to a tee. I agree, would’ve been really interesting to see the dynamic between them all. Maybe even a somewhat awkward conversation or two between Jackson and Aiden.😂

[aimzicr]

BEEP BEEP.

I look up from my gardening. That very fancy car I've been hearing circling the neighbourhood has finally pulled to a stop, just outside the house. Everyone's looking out the windows, some of the bolder folk coming outside to get a proper look, many with their phones out; one guy's even gone Live and talking to some unseen audience.

Great.

A man I wish I didn't recognise jumps out of the car. He spreads his arms wide and calls out my name. I know he can see me, crouched down by my garden bed, but he doesn't seem to recognise me. I mean, I've not been well, and I've had to sell my blood and hair to make rent. He's standing there with a briefcase in one hand, dressed in a nice suit. No tie, though, his shirt unbuttoned. He's so tanned. I know he can't read analog but he's got a very shiny gold watch with a leather band on one wrist.

"Hey, lil sis!" He's laughing, smiling, hamming it up for an audience of hundreds of folks just as poor and desperate as I am. "You look like shit! How've you been?"

I can feel phone cameras pointing at me. Grubby gardener with her sad little plot. I don't say anything. I just remember the last thing he said to me, and how I'm looking at this tanned stranger in front of me and the only thing I can think is 'you really didn't need to go so far to find yourself, anyone could tell you this is what you've always been'.

A second car pulls into the street: a stretch limo with darkened windows, settling in like an eel behind my brother's shiny sports car. It's so quiet, so sleek, I don't think anyone else notices it but me.

"Check it out." My brother holds the briefcase up and opens it, displaying stacks and stacks of bundled-up notes. "You think this will be enough?"

"Enough for what?" I ask. I hope I'm being quiet enough that they don't hear me on whatever livestream I'm being forced to participate in. My grip is tight around the trowel, and I'm glad I have the gloves to hide my white knuckles.

"Well, for you, duh." He laughs, crossing the path to get to me. "It's the least I could do for my sweet baby sister."

I don't look at the money. I look at him. I look at the sneering pity in his face, the smugness, the strange manic joy in his face. Behind him, the silent limousine fills the street like an oily shadow.

"How is he?" He's a little quieter now. These words are meant for only me.

I frown. "Who?"

He snorts a laugh, snaps the briefcase shut and holds it out to me. "Oh, don't be like that. I know it's been like..." He has to stop and do the maths, and for a second there's surprise on his face, his eyebrows rising towards his hairline (and his expensive haircut) as he remembers, "Seven years? Seven years, okay, huh. But seriously," and he's charming again, charming like a school bully, as he smiles and wiggles the briefcase at me, the handle clacking as though begging to be held. "This should be enough to pay for, like, all the baby stuff. Schooling has to have been a bitch, right?"

I look him in the eye. My grip on the trowel is very tight. "I wouldn't know."

And my brother stares at me, for a moment, still smiling, but the confusion settles in and he goes very still.

"What do you mean 'you wouldn't know', sis?" His smile chatters, I see his gaze flick to the window, and I know he sees the reflection of the limo behind him, because his smile immediately goes manic, panicked, and his voice cracks and pitches higher, "What do you mean?"

"Did you find yourself?" I ask him, as the limousine door opens. "Did you find out who you were?"

He drops the briefcase and grabs my shoulders, more terrified than furious. "Where is he? What the hell have you done with my firstborn child?!"

'Firstborn child'? That's a weird thing to say.

A stranger gets out of the limousine. He's tall, lean in a way that suggests he has a dietician and a personal trainer and maybe a private masseuse. His hair is perfect, all coiled ringlets of coppery red that all have their place, a mess that was styled to be exactly as it should be. His sunglasses probably cost more than this entire neighbourhood's net worth. His suit is a muted green, and the only jewellery he's wearing is a simple gold wedding ring.

My brother is dressed like money. This man is dressed like power.

My brother's fingers dig into my shoulders. "You fucking bitch. Where is he?!"

"The child you didn't want? The child you abandoned?" I make sure that my voice is loud enough, that it carries to everyone watching. "What do you think happened to him, brother dear? What do you think happens to newborns who get left behind?"

There's an abyss in his expression. It's not guilt, though, not some rising parental shame at the idea he's left a child to die. It's fear. Terror. The look of a man who had been betting his entire game on a single game piece, and now it's not even on the board. The face of a conman who no longer has a safety net.

And now, smooth and lightly accented, the powerful stranger asks, "The child is gone?"

My brother flinches and cowers, hands raised. He's trying to hide behind me, but there's a garden bed in the way. He's babbling about 'making this right' and 'paying his debt', using all the charm at his disposal. The powerful man doesn't notice. He's looking over my tiny garden beds - in approval? - and then he's looking at me.

I keep a tight grip on my trowel. But I tap it, casually, against my shoulder. Spilling a bit more dirt on myself.

The powerful man smiles at me. It seems genuine. I can ignore my brother shivering and begging as I look on this man's face.

"You have a lovely garden," he says, waving his hand vaguely over the plots.

"It helps keep the food bills down," I say, casually.

He laughs, and looks at the plants again. "I'm sure it will," he says.

I don't feel a breeze, but all my plants shiver. Tomatoes, pumpkins, fruit vines, lettuce, all the herbs... I've never seen plants stand to attention before. I must be imagining it.

"Please," my brother begs, "I can still make this right, I can still--"

"Have a lovely day," the powerful man tells me, as muscled security men emerge from the limo and drag my brother away. "And please, feel free to keep his gifts. He went to all this trouble for your sake, after all." He smiles a smile with teeth too perfect and white, like a Hollywood celeb or a cult leader wishes they could be.

"Sure," I tell him. "He might as well have been good for something."

The powerful man laughs, like I just made the funniest joke. He leaves, the limousine making its smooth sinuous departure from the neighbourhood. I pick up the briefcase, then I head down to the curb to look over my new car. Maybe I could put the car in trust for my nephew? Nah. That feels too much like giving him a gift from his deadbeat dad. The cash feels like a bribe, too, so I kind of want to get rid of it as soon as possible.

And I'm very, very glad that my nephew is safely a child of another family by now, a new name, a better life, that they weren't a pawn in some kind of weird game or deal or whatever the fuck. I know I promised to cut myself off from him and his life, but his adopted mother did give me her number and said I was welcome to stop by. I am his aunt, after all, even if it feels shameful to think it.

But really, after all, this, do I have anything to be ashamed about?

Maybe I'll extend the garden a bit. Something about that feels very right.

Your brother left his newborn child with you so that he could go “find himself,” whatever that meant. Lacking the resources and unable to care for a child, you had no choice but to give them up for adoption. Years later, your brother finally returns and asks where his child is.

[ldrfanatic]

How do you think the batboys (+ possibly Bruce) would react to a male SO having an inappropriate emotional response. Specifically laughing as a reaction to pain/extreme emotions. Not being able to control it and seeming hysterical. - ⛓

Batfam Reaction to Having an Male S/O Who Laughs at Inappropriate Times

Hi Anon!! Can I just say that I love this request so much and here are the sweet little beans we all know and love :)

NAVIGATION

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Dick So by the 6 month mark in your relationship, Dick had discovered that you sometimes had really odd reactions to things. This particular case was one of those such times.

You, Dick, and Jason had been going up against some of Scarecrow's more brutal thugs and one of them all but pushed you off the roof of a small building. The fall wasn't that far, maybe 8 feet at the most, and you hooked on to the fire escape to soften the blow, but you did still put quite a bit of weight on your ankle. And it broke.

Here you were now, sitting on the examination table in the Batcave with Alfred gently wrapping your foot, and you were laughing...?

"What the hell are you laughing at?? You could've died, Y/n!" Watching your boyfriend's face slowly turn into his pretty boy pout only deepened the laughter in the pit of your stomach. You walked up to your boyfriend and kissed him, still laughing hysterically. He grumbled in his seat, "You're lucky you’re handsome."

Jason

Jason would be the one to join in with you. It was one of those situations where Bruce was yelling at the entire family. Since you were Jason's boyfriend, and went out with them every night, you were included in that bunch.

You didn't mean to start laughing, but you couldn't help it. Bruce was moving his hands around wildly and the deadpan look on Tim's face took you out. He was clearly way too tired to give a shit about whatever Bruce was going on about.

Laughter rose inside of your chest. You tried to suppress it, pushing it down as much as you could. But once Tim started to doze off, you lost it. Your laughter echoed around the gave, Jason's following. The rest of them looked at you with such shock that soon you were hunched over, laughing so hard your stomach hurt.

"Y/n?" Jason slapped a hand on your back doubling over with you. No matter what the situation was, your laugh always prompted Jason's. Your light was contagious.

Tim

You were sitting with Tim in the middle of a test. You weren't really sure what had come over you. It was a mathematics exam, and while you felt that you had prepared properly, when you sat for the test, your mind blanked.

Re-reading the problem in front of you, your laughter rang throughout the otherwise silent room. "Mr Y/L/n! This is a testing environment!" You laughed louder at the angry look on your poor math teacher's face.

"I'm sorry. But this is just ridiculous. How the fuck am I supposed to know this?"

You didn't stop laughing until you successfully made it out of the classroom and into the hall, wiping away your tears. Pressure always made you laugh, and math class was no exception. Still, Tim found it endearing that you could find something to smile about in any situation, finishing his own test with your laugher ringing in his mind.

Damian

Damian was really confused. Like, really confused. You were hunting down the Joker, and his laughter was echoing as you chased him down the street. You finally cornered him and his maniac laugh sprouted from his chest.

At the sound of his hyena cackles, deep booms of laughter sounded next to Damian. At first he was concerned, like maybe you had been sprayed with some of Jokers laughing gas. But it wasn't forced. It was just you laughing.

You pointed your finger at the Joker and laughed even louder. Joker's cackles stopped immediately and he looked rather taken aback. "Excuse me?! It's rude to point and laugh!" You didn't stop laughing. In fact, you laughed louder if it was even possible.

Joker was like a child throwing a tantrum, and your high levels of inappropriate laughter were taunting him further and further. Eventually he got so worked up that he got sloppy, and Damian easily knocked him out. You were still dying of laughter, leaned up against a building.

"Beloved, what the hell?"

Bruce

The two of you were attending a gala. Suddenly, Selina Kyle appeared and began running her hands over Bruce's broad shoulders. You know that part of you should be mad, but watching at she leaned up to whisper into his ear and his back went stiff as a board, you couldn't stop the laughter from erupting.

Here she was, a woman, flirting with your boyfriend. The thought alone was preposterous, but the way she threw herself at him was down right laughable.

"Uhm, Dear, do you mind?" You continued to laugh, clutching the pants of your suit as you leaned over. He looked so uncomfortable. Selina finally took notice, and pulled away. She slinked away like a cat and Bruce turned to you, face flushed. His red cheeks caused even more laughter to sound from you.

He strut up to you, taking your suit cuff in between his fingers and pulling you out of the stupid gala.

"Aww is the big bad bat embarrassed?"

"It's not funny!"

"Of course not, Dear."

[collectionofcherries]

Synopsis: The reader's period is kicking their ass, they seek to find someone to help them out and Erik might just be that person.

Pronouns: Unmentioned however multiple mentions of having a uterus and having a period.

Warnings: Mention of period, period pains, little bit of fluff, me thinking I'm funny. Brief mention of alcohol, very small mention of Space Cookies which if you don't know is 60-80's slang for edibles. Also Space cookies is the cutest fuckin' name.

Also this doesn't line up with the canon timeline, Erik's in the school mansion. But honestly X-Mens timeline doesn't line up with its own timeline so deal with it.

Word Count: 2,140

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Why couldn't your mutation be to not have periods? You'd give up what you had if you could even just control the cramps. But here you were, miserable, tired, and in too much pain. Mutants were supposed to be advanced, the next step in evolution and if this is what evolution had in store for you evolution could go fuck itself. Someone had to be able to fix this, for Gods sake there are mutants here with telepathy, mind-reading abilities, everything under the sun someone had to be able to ease this pain.

So on a mission you made your way out of your room much to your uterus's anger, it shot painful cramps at you telling you to get back into bed but to Hell with that. "Hank." You mutter to yourself.

Surely, Hank would have some kind of medicine for you or could whip up something. You head over to the stairs and decide no, no that is not the kind of torture you're willing to sign up for. Charles elevator it is, you're not one of his students and he can't give you detention for using it. You may not be a student but riding down in his elevator does give you childlike glee though it seems your period notices your split moment of joy and strikes it down with a gut wrenching cramp. Right, Hank, gotta find Hank. You walk down to his work room, giving small waves to the students who pass you in the halls, a tight polite smile aimed at them since it really isn't their fault you're in a fowl mood. "Hey, Y/N...you alright?" Bobby asked.

You nod and wave him off as you continued to walk. "Bobby wait." You realize, an idea striking you. "I need you." You let him know.

A look of confusion passes his features. "Uh-okay, is it quick? I need to get to class." He asked.

"I'll write you a note." You brush off.

"You can write me excuse notes?" He checks.

"I can do whatever I want." You say.

Earning a laugh from him. "Cool, what's up?" He asks.

"Can you make me cold without killing me?" You checked but at this point death didn't seem like the worst possible scenario.

"Yeah..." Bobby said a little confused as to where this was going.

"Great." You grabbed his hand. "Freeze Hell over." You place his hand to your aching gut.

"What?" Maybe going to math class would be more simple than this he thinks.

"Right, not funny." You sigh. "Make me cold, please." You settle on.

"Is this a test?" He asked confused.

"My will to live is testing me." You sigh.

You can still see the clear confusion but none the less you start to feel cold and sweet relief, you don't care if he's frozen your insides, this is worth it. "Better?" He checked, not exactly sure what he was checking.

"Yes, and I'm gonna bully Charles into giving you an A, thank you." You tell him as you let go of his hand.

It drops to his side and he nods with a small smile "Sick." He settles on with a nod. "Don't tell Rogue." He realizes.

"She'll understand more than you will." You assure him which only leads to more confusion on his end. "Get to class." You tell him.

"Alright, see you around." He shrugs and heads off.

You once again start yourself towards Hank except now you don't need to cling onto yourself in a feeble attempt to keep your uterus from throbbing. You arrive at his office and give a knock as you enter and you're greeted by...nothing? No he's always here. "Hank?" You call around the small room hoping he'd pop up from under a desk but no such luck. "Oh come on." You whine.

Where is he? He's always here, he practically lives in here and the one time you need him he's decided to get a life? Oh, fuck. And as if this didn't suck enough the numbness that was quelling your cramps was starting to fade. Okay, you're Hank, you're big and blue where would you go? To see Raven. You head out of the room as if you've got any idea as to where she would be, maybe Charles would know. So the other side of this God forsaken mansion. Great.

By the time you get there nothing about you is cold and numb only hot and throbbing. You don't bother to knock on the door, he's heard you coming as you've been cursing the entire way here as a warning. You open the door and at least this time you aren't greeted by no one but you're greeted by someone you weren't expecting. "Little early for training, are you alright?" Erik asked from his seat.

Oh, fantastic, fucking great, you look so terrible he thinks you've been training? Oh God! "Why are you here?" You ask.

"Good to see you too." He teases.

What else were you expecting? It's Erik. "Where's Hank?" You ask as your uterus is making it known it wants revenge for being put in the freezer.

"Not a clue. Don't exactly keep tabs." He says arching his brow at your question.

"Where's Raven?" You try.

"Getting married? Looking for something blue?"

If his smile wasn't so charming you'd wipe it off his face. "Where's Charles?" You finally ask.

That should've been your first question, Erik usually knows where Charles is at least. "Out with Moira." He answered with an unimpressed shrug.

"Ugh." You groan in frustration putting your arm back around yourself.

"Are you hurt?" He asks.

You're sure you would've found the concern sweet if it wasn't for the throbbing that was now making itself to your head to give you the start of a splitting headache. "I'm dying." You answer.

From a look over he can see you're not, and while he's gotten used to your flair for the dramatic this is even a bit much for you. "Well, dying in the doorway seems like an inconvenience, come sit." He pitches gesturing to the seat across from the one he's in. Smug asshole. But standing does suck at least sitting you can curl up to put more pressure on your stomach so you go over and sit, putting your feet up on the lip on the chair...at least it's a soft chair. "Care for a game of chess?" He offers.

"I'd rather die" You let him know with a shake of your head.

"I thought you were already dying." He points out.

You glare at him as your rebuttal, if only you knew how much he loves that. He likes you in general but he likes you even more when you're angry, he can't help but flirt with danger especially when it's as good looking as you are. You're too lost in concentrating on trying to keep your pain in check to notice his affectionate gaze but you do notice when he gets up. "If you grab the chess board I'm going to throw it at your head." You let him know.

He doesn't answer, he just walks over to Charles desk, opens the bottom drawer and comes over with a bottle of booze. "If I offer you a glass are you going to throw it?" He asked.

"I might out of spite to Charles, he didn't tell me about his desk booze." You complain.

He chuckles as he grabs two glasses. "He didn't tell me either." He lets you know and it makes you smile a little at his mischief. "I just know him." He says simply as he pours. "Just like I know you." He says looking right at you.

Stupid pretty blue eyes. "You know where my stash is too?" You joke earning a chuckle.

"Not yet." He smiles. "But I know you enough to know something is bothering you." He says sliding a glass over to you.

Oughta call him Sherlock Holmes, wonder what gave you away? Maybe being nearly doubled over in pain? The statement that you were dying? You keep your snide comments to yourself by having a sip, cringing a little at the taste. "Why does expensive booze always taste so bad?" You mutter into your glass.

Erik lets out a small chuckle at the fact even though you're clearly displeased you take another sip. "It's American, you can't expect much." He sums up having a sip himself.

"Snob." You teasingly prod.

"You don't like it either, what does that make you?" He mused.

That's what you get for trying to out snark the snarkiest of snarks. "I tell you I'm dying and you make fun of me?" You accuse

"I asked what was wrong, I got no answer." He points out sharply. It's not exactly something you want to declare, nor are you sure what comment would follow if you did. Probably some kind of snarky remark and you are two snarky remarks away from losing it since incredibly booze isn't exactly helping your headache. Words that would usually make you giggle and swoon you're sure right now would make you swing at him. "Perhaps you've gone mute."

Ah, there's the first snarky remark, you down the rest of your drink to deal with it. As you swallow and your gut squelches in a disgusting way you're striked with an idea. "You control iron." You point out.

"Next you'll tell me my name is Erik." He said taking a sip of own drink.

You go past his remark. "Great, force the iron in my blood somewhere else." You come up with.

His mouth opens but nothing comes out, he's eyebrows are brought together in pure confusion. It's not often that Erik is left with no words. He tries to give himself a moment to process your request by finishing off his drink but at the end of his swallow he's still got nothing. "What?" He finally asks.

"The iron in my blood. For the love of God just like from my gut area, move it somewhere else." You say.

It doesn't matter if it kills you, you just want for this agony to stop. Who need a uterus anyway? It's overrated. You hate it and it can't cramp if there's no blood to let it move. You move your legs to gesture to your hip area to give him a better idea of where you want the blood to leave from and as if your uterus was sentient and sensing its own demise it sends a painful cramp that makes you double over and hug your legs that had just hit the ground. It's quite a weird display for Erik to take in but he does take it in and the dots he needs to connect start to form. "I think you know I can't do that nor would I if I could." He lets you know.

"You suck." You grumble.

You glare at your sock covered feet in anger, stupid body, stupid uterus, stupid Erik. "Shame you feel that way." Erik says getting up. "Especially since I know where Charles space cookie stash is too."

It's almost comical the way your head pops up to look at him, he has to wrestle back his smile. "No." You gasp amused.

Charles has a space stash? That little stoner. "Shame you'll never find out unless you find it yourself." He taunts.

The smile he had been wrestling back finds its way to his face as he sees the look of desperation on yours. "Erik."

It's half desperate plea and half warning...or maybe 3/4 desperate plea and 1/4 warning if you're being honest. His smile broadens if only a little. "Agree to a chess game." Is his ultimatum.

"Fine, done, I'll play chess." You easily settle on. He gives a satisfied nod and heads over to the chess set. "Hey." You complain.

He grabs both sets and opens one to show the cookies. Of course, no one but him and Erik play chess so no one would ever find it in there. He offers you the box and you get yourself sat up properly and happily take it. Finally sweet relief. You take a bite and are rewarded with literal sweet relief, these are good. You look from your newly found stash and over at Erik to see him setting up the other chess set...? He means right now? Of course he means right now. "I'll make it fair, don't pout." He chastises as he grabs a cookie and pops it into his mouth.

He sets it up so you're the white pieces which means you go first. "Fuck." You mutter under your breath.

"Kinky, that'd be quite the first move to make." Erik says and he can't help but to delight at the blush that colours your face.

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[manjiropie]

do whatever is in your mind.

Young Mikey x Reader!

Warn! no warnings today! enjoy!

It's not often Mikey and I have a quarrel. We do bicker here and there, but that's what happens between friends, right?

I've joined Toman for almost a year now– although I've known Manjiro for much longer. I met him through Emma, who is a big friend of mine for as long as I can remember. She was there for me at times when I felt like there was no exit, no light. She's an extremely important part of my life– of me.

I've come to realize that I have been spending more and more time near Mikey, which is not bad, I do enjoy his presence. He may look tough and intimidating but he's just like a mochi: freezing cold on the outside but melting saccharine inside. Now that I'm a part of the gang and actually get to know and participate, I've gotten closer to him. Here and there Mikey invites me out.

"So, it's like a date?" I'd smirk suggestively at him.

"In your dreams." He'd try to hide his smile and he'd look away.

However, there are a few little habits he has that tend to send me on a rage trip. I get mad easily. Things will likely set on fire quickly. It's not that I want to, but my mother is not one of the most patient people in the world and she tells me to cool down. As if.

This last week was the cherry on top.

Mikey had crossed the line. He had pissed me off in every single way possible. He pretended not to listen to me while he was eating. He would answer me in a "oh, I don't really fucking care about what you're talking about!" way. He tripped while he was laughing hysterically at something Draken had said and his pink lemonade was all over my white shirt. He drew in an assignment that was due to the next day for my math class. He told me off for no reason at all in front of everyone in the last Toman's meeting... all of that wasn't on purpose. I am aware of how incredibly short his attention spam is when it comes to not so important affairs. But, fuck, couldn't he just be a little nicer to me? At least during last week where I was having sharp cramps in my fucking uterus? Yeah, maybe he didn't know that because I try not to be so obvious. But when he told us we'd be training last thursday I almost laid on the ground in fetal position and cried for hours. I didn't! I fought and then went home and cried.

Then, this Saturday– today –he invited me to his house to hang out. Emma was with a friend and his grandfather was out of town. When he called me to his house we never did much. We'd watch TV, hang out on the couch discussing stupid stuff, we'd be on our phones... nothing so wow. It was still fun, though.

I wasn't in the best mood to leave my comfy bed but I was way less in the mood to fight him off over the phone. So I slid out of the bed and dressed the first jeans I saw laying on the end of my bed and the oversized Nirvana shirt hanging off my chair (it's actually my dad's shirt, shhh).

~

I knocked twice on his bedroom's door.

"Come in." He yelled from inside. I open the door and he's laying on the bed, his head hanging off of it and his hair is almost touching the floor. His face lit up and he rolled over so he laid on his stomach. I walk over and sit down beside him.

"What's up with the frown?" I didn't notice I was frowning to be honest. Guess the bad mood followed me here.

I shrug.

"Ugh, don't tell me you're in a bad mood." He whines. "I called you here to chill and you're already angry. What's up?" He lays on his pillow and swings his legs to place them on my lap. I huff and shove them off, getting up.

"You've been treating me like shit the whole week and now you wanna chill?" I say, more calm than I thought.

"I did not treat you like shit this week? When do I treat you like shit?" His tone was one of disbelief and confusion.

"Ah, Mikey. Embarrassing me in front of the rest of gang; spilling your drink on my school shirt, which is now stained; ignoring me or answering like you're bored..." I list them off on my fingers. "I am the one who asks, what's up with you?! God, you're always being so unpredictable, which is good sometimes but not like this! Not to me!"

I flop down on the couch, starting to get tired of this whole thing. Knowing Mikey, I know that he'll not lay down again.

"So you're the only one allowed to have bad days now?" He sits on the edge of his bed and I turn my head around lazily, uninterested, bored, like him.

"You were laughing incredibly loud with Takemitchi and Draken friday."

"You can be so annoying sometimes."

"Oh, I'm the annoying one now?" I stand up.

"If you don't like my company, why did you even come in first place?" He also stands. We don't have much height difference, but he's hardly two inches taller than me.

His voice is calm, like always. Which makes me infuriated. "Fucking hell! Does it hurt for you to apologize!?" My sudden outburst takes him on surprise, and me, too.

"I already apologized, stop whining about it."

"I'm not whining–"

"If you weren't," he walks to his desk and sets a cup that was once beside his bed down. "You would've dropped this matter before."

"You don't give a damn about what I feel, do you, Mikey?"

"What?" He turns around, brows knit together.

"You heard me. You made me have a bad week and the least you could do is apologize, you dumbass!" I stomp to his direction.

"I already did! Why don't you–"

"Shut up or I'll punch you." I say, slightly looking up.

His eyebrows twitch and he slowly tilts his head to the side, like a puppy. "Or what.. ?"

"Are you fucking deaf?" I point to my ears.

He comes a little closer. "You're gonna do what if I don't shut up?"

"I'm going to punch you if you don't stop being a brat." I sneer at him. My blood boiling. The stress from this shitty past week overflowing in that moment.

"Oh, yeah?" I could feel his breath oh my nose.

"What? Are you doubting me? I would." I jerk up an eyebrow. I've never fought physically with him. But it's not like I can't.

"I'd like to see you try." His eyes flicker to my lips for a brief second and my breath fails, making me cough.

"What? Can't punch me?" He amuses.

"Fuck you."

Suddenly I feel an arm sneak around my waist and in a second I'm chest to chest with Mikey. My eyes widen– his were peaceful as ever, although superior.

"Do it." He says, looking down at me.

The way he's holding me is making my head spin. True, Mikey is cute...

"Do what?"

He laughs at my confused expression. "I don't know... what did you say you'd do to me?"

Ha ha.

His hold on me tightens.

"Do whatever is on your mind." He says.

My eyes roam free between his eyes and his soft pink lips. Do whatever is on your mind.

If he knew what was on my mind, would he still allow me to?

"Do it," he encourages me once again, "aren't you the 'oh so brave' one? Punch me, yell at me, do whatever you want to me."

Those words were the last push I needed. My hands find the soft skin of his neck, hidden by his long hair. I pull him close and lock our lips together. I feel him making a little sound, I don't know if it was surprise or relief.

If by just looking at it his lips seemed soft, actually touching it felt like kissing cotton candy or guessing cloud shapes.

He didn't pull back, in fact, he held me with both hands. I have no clue how he did that but it seemed as though all of my worries dissipated as we kissed.

My heart was beating so fast that it made my chest hurt. My head started to pound when I spent a little too long without air. I pull back from his lips and keep my gaze on them as I breathe heavily.

"Hm." He hums quietly, almost dreamily if you'd ask me.

I look up at his face and smile a bit, noticing how his cheeks are pink. I lift an eyebrow up as if asking what he was thinking. He shakes his head and then puts his right hand on my cheek, caressing it. He kisses me again. This time is slower. As though being present in the moment. As if it were just me and him and nothing else.

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[knockyasocksoff2022]

Chapter I: Nakahara VS Mori

POV: Chuuya

(2,552 words)

(A/N: For this context, Dazai's surname is Mori so Chuuya calls him Mori and calls Ougai, Mori-san.)

I'm the only one here and the courtyard is still quiet, the only sounds are the birds chirping, the creaking of the gate, and the swishing of the trees that hide Kafka Academy from the gritty rest of Yokohama.

I like it this way, here I can actually study, which I suppose is the point of my enrollment here, at any rate, it's better than home. I know Kuoyou tries her best but ever since our parents died in a lab accident, and my brother ran off to France, it's been hard. 

Kuoyou is in university and works as a secretary at Yokohama Port Corporation, and I studied my ass off for this scholarship.

My head flicks up from my maths textbook when I hear the gate opening. It piques my interest until I recognise the car. I curse myself for letting myself get distracted on this particularly difficult problem. Still, I can't look away. The car is a limousine, pretty standard for the types of kids here, but this car has the Mori family crest on the grill. 

Mori Ougai is the CEO of Yokohama Port Corporation, his son Mori Osamu goes here and we have all our classes together. Unfortunately for me, he's an annoying little shit. But, fortunately for me, he's usually only here just before the bell rings.

He steps out of the car, says something to the driver, and then to my horror starts marching right up to me, swinging his hips like some kind of model. Rich, spoilt brat!

When he reaches me he glances down at my textbook and then says "The answer to that one is 3,459."

I should be used to it by now but I'm not, "What!"

"You were close though."

His words snap me out of my shock, how dare he patronise me? "Don't tell me the answer, then I won't learn!" It feels stupid after I've said it.

"I'm just telling you the answer, not telling you how to get to it. Besides, even if I did, it's not like the teacher checks the textbooks anyway." he looks genuinely confused at why I would actually want to do more work and it makes me want to punch him.

"Well, some of us actually care if people think we're lazy and spoilt. You know, some of us aren't born arrogant geniuses, and I actually want to learn. Go flirt with the garbage bin, or whatever it is that makes you late every day."

I expect him to tease me back but instead, he sits down beside me and stares at the maths book. "Yes, you're a very passionate dedicated student, and person in general, so willing to try everything and do it with all of your heart, it's what makes you so admirable."

I can tell he's talking to me but his words don't make a shred of sense, "What the hell!? Stop that, are you high?"

He only laughs, "No, I'm flirting with garbage, just like you told me to."

I can feel the heat rising in my chest and my blood pulsing in my ears, my capabilities of rational thought disappearing as the anger takes over "Oh, really? Ya' know what? . . ."

The punch lands squarely on his left eye and he falls to the ground, not dramatically, he just falls with an empty-sounding thud, I expect him to spring up but he just stays there, after a few seconds he's still motionless.

As I walk away I realise it's the first time I've really hit him like that, with all of my power, and intention to hurt. I mean I've hit him loads of times before but this feels different, for one thing, he didn't hit back, even if just to play the victim. Shit! I wonder if he'll tell. I've always been so careful with my temper, of course, this bastard is the one who made me mess up. I could get kicked out and lose my scholarship for this.

I look around, but nobody's there yet, except the driver. I wonder distantly why he didn't leave, but more importantly, if he'll report this to Mori-san.

Pushing down all of my pride in favour of saving my reputation, I plaster the best sad expression on my face that I possibly can and walk back towards the boy on the ground.

He's still on the ground and completely still, should I say something? I hate that I'm actually worried about this when I should be worried about the beating Kuoyou's gonna give me for this. But what if I actually hurt him, I'll definitely lose my scholarship for this.

Panic starts to rise in my chest, and I fight to maintain my usual teasing tone, "Come on you lazy bastard, get up."

He makes no move, I nudge him with my foot, and try to bait him into getting back up and arguing with me, "Did I knock you down that easily? Wow, so it was really this easy huh? I should've done this a long time ago."

Finally, he stirs. I expect him to make some big announcement about how hearing my annoying voice brought him back from the dead but instead, he just mumbles something into the quiet morning air. 

Because I know the driver is watching I extend my hand, and to my surprise he actually takes it. I bring him to his feet and he lets go of me immediately, probably disgusted to be touching someone who doesn't live in the fanciest part of the city.

He walks away, not towards the school, but back to the car. Is he ditching? Just because I punched him? Whatever, what do I care?

I watch nervously as the driver says something to him, looking at me like I'm a bomb that could go off at any second. I would make a crack about how I didn't know rich people spoke to their help but I can't afford to make this any worse. Mori answers the driver and gets back into the car. 

It pulls out of the gate the same way as it came in, and then he's gone.

After he's gone the worry settles in my chest. Of course, he left, he's probably going to tell his dad that I 'mortally wounded' him, and then they'll sue the hell out of us. 

I try to go back to my maths to distract myself but I can't focus so I just stare off into space.

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Eventually a hand waves in front of my face, for a second I think it's one of the Mori family's goons come to arrest me but then I realise that the hand is covered in bandages.

"Wha-"

It's Mori. He must have scraped his hand when he fell, but I didn't see any scrapes so he's probably faking for attention. "Hey, Chibi! Did you finally figure it out?"

"Figure what out?" it comes out in the aggressive tone I usually use with him but I try to soften it on the slim chance he's still making up his mind and hasn't told on me yet. His fringe is over his face, particularly his left eye, my punch definitely left a bruise.

"The maths problem, of course. I'd offer to help you, but you seem to be in a handsy mood this morning and I'm afraid I'm not really looking for that right now." The way he phrases it makes it sound like I did something . . . sexual.

"It wasn't fucking "handsy" I fucking punched you, you perv!" So much for being gentle, "And I don't need your fucking help!"

"Suit yourself." He shrugs in the way he does that says 'Whatever, I'm so superior anyways.' and walks back toward the school.

The bell rings and I grab my maths book and head to my locker.

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When I arrive in the English classroom Mori is already there, in the seat next to mine. Well, we don't have assigned seats but I always sit there, and he knows it.

"What d-" I remember I'm supposed to be sucking up, for the sake of my scholarship. My tongue burns with all the words I want to throw at him right now but instead, I say, "Do you need something?" with as little aggression as I can possibly manage.

He looks at me for a long moment and then blinks, "You may speak normally, Nakahara-san." The sudden formality is clearly him mocking me but it sounds right on him, fitting, like this is how someone like him should talk, not throwing kid-ish insults every chance he gets. I've never heard him talk like this before, almost like he's pulling rank on me, but not like he usually does, shoving me and calling me a dog. At the same time, the elegance sounds weird coming from him, despite his aristocratic status, the words are like a suit that doesn't quite fit. I'm used to him teasing me like a child, and it makes me realise how stiff it must sound coming from me. That was probably his intention.

It's true it would seem hella suspicious if I all of a sudden started being sweet to him, I'll have to try to find a balance. "Well, what do you want?"

"Nothing, I'm just sitting here, we still have free seating you know."

I take a breath not trusting myself to forcefully relocate him to another seat by throwing him across the room. "Yeah well, just don't bother me okay?"

He gasps dramatically, throwing a hand over his chest, "Of course not!"

The relief is immediate, to be honest it was actually kinda creepy hearing him talk like some fancy businessman.

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English goes well, and true to his word Osamu doesn't bother me once, not even to correct the mistakes I'm sure I must be making. It's relaxing.

But, as soon as I step out of the classroom door, he's beside me. "You didn't make nearly as many mistakes as usual, Nakahara-san, have you been studying more?"

I can tell he's still teasing me about being stiff earlier. "No, It's because you weren't bothering me the entire class. If you keep this up I'll kick your ass out of that top spot!" I almost regret saying that, god forbid I give him more incentive to pester me. As if anyone could ever touch his ranking.

"As if, Chibi can't even reach that high." he echoes my thoughts and I can't help but laugh just because it's so true that I can even forgive the height jab. I shake my head and head to my locker.

The next class is maths, just before I enter the room someone catches my shoulder. I turn. It's a tall blond boy with glasses, he holds a green notebook with the word "Ideals" written neatly on the cover in fancy script. I think his name is Kumiya or something like that.

He looks concerned and whispers as he speaks, "What did you say to Mori-san in the corridor, he looked like he'd just seen a ghost?"

"Huh, what'd ya mean?"

"I have English with you and right after you walked away he looked like he might faint."

The boy's words confuse me, and I have seriously no idea what I could've said to shock him so much. "He must have realised he forgot to turn his oven off or something."

Shaking off the strange encounter I head into the class

In maths, we do have assignment seats, and Mori's is right next to mine. It's hell. He's always holding his stupid IQ over my head.

When the professor releases us to do work he does his work with ease, finishing before me and the rest of the class. But that's not enough, no, then he turns to me and scans my paper.

He frowns, "You're still doing it wrong. I can help you if you like."

"No, I don't need your help."

"But, you clearly don't know how to do it?"

"You think I don't know that you smug asshole!"

"Well, if you know you're not doing it correctly then, why–"

The argument goes on until the work timer goes off, scaring the ever-loving shit out of me and making me fall out of my seat. I mutter a curse. And gather my worksheets, releasing rather belatedly that most of them are less than half done.

To my horror the teacher is walking down rows, he isn't collecting the paper but I see that he's checking it, I take out my maths book and pretend to be consulting the text. I glance over and see that Mori has his book out too and is dutifully "checking his work". Of course, he's done nothing wrong.

Professor Tsushimura approaches us and looks disapprovingly down at my mostly blank papers.

"Is there a reason, Nakahara-san, that your work has gone undone?"

I look over at Mori, the smug bastard. 

"Yes sir actually, Mori-san wouldn't stop bothering me. He repeatedly took my materials and refused to return them."

At this accusation, Mori looks up but directs his gaze back down before the professor notices.

"Ah, I see. Well, seeing as you're such a hard worker Nakahara-san I'll let you off with a warning, and I'll be moving your seat, come see me when you get to class tomorrow for your new seating assignment. And Mori-san," the boy looks up looking innocent, "while I did not witness your transgressions myself I'm sure you will be fine with another person next to you and cleaning the blackboard and desks during your free period today."

"Of course, professor." Mori just nods making no effort to deny my mostly false claims. I'll admit I expected him to come after me and the fact that he didn't startles me and leaves an almost uneasy feeling in my stomach. He must be planning his revenge. I hope that maybe he just wanted to suck up, but I know that isn't true.

The professor nods, pats me on the and heads back to his desk, dismissing the class just as the bell rings.

I cram the worksheets hurriedly into my bag and head off to the library to complete them.

By the end of the free hour, the concept starts to make sense. I think I'll be able to finish them at home.

The next class is Science.

I sit next to Mori in this class too, it's because we have M and N surnames and the seating chart is alphabetised. When I sit down Mori looks away. 

He doesn't look at me for the rest of science.

I ignore his eerie silence as best as I can and focus on my worksheet. The work is easy because we have a substitute teacher (Some old guy with a monocle) so I finish quickly. I want to work on my maths a bit more but when I finish I find myself turning to look at Mori. He's on his phone, playing one of those mindless candy-crush-type games. 

Soon my maths is abandoned as I watch him engrossed in something on his phone, he almost looks like a normal kid.

Before I know it the bell is ringing and I curse myself once again allowing Mori to distract me.

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In History the same thing happens, it's kind of creeping me out and I know whatever he must have planned is going to make my life hell.

But by Physical Education, our last class of the day nothing has happened.

Maybe he just decided to stop wasting his time on a peasant or something but either way, I'll keep my guard up.

More Than You Know \\ soukoku

TW ⚠️: topics of depression and suicide. I don't really like writing that kind of stuff so there won't be too many details but these things are mentioned a bit.

-SUMMARY-

Chuuya and Osamu go to Kafka Academy together. Osamu is from a rich family, the Moris, who owns the Yokohama Port Corporation. Chuuya is a scholarship kid from the slums with anger issues. He thinks Osamu is annoying and pretentious and they fight a lot.

Then one day Osamu commits suicide.

Because Kuoyou is Mori's secretary, they attend the funeral where Chuuya receives a CD and a locked notebook, with a clue to the key only Chuuya would know, these objects appaently having been willed to him by Osamu.

After a month Chuuya realises he misses the other boy and that school isn't the same without him. Then as the month ends, he wakes up the week before Osamu commits suicide. Chuuya realises he has seven days to save the boy.

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(A/N: Right now I'm posting each chapter individually, but once the story is finished I'll post them all together on one post to make it easier to find. I'll probbaly reblog this post and put them here.)

(A/N: original/canon ages are first followed by the age they are in this fic)

Yukichi: 45 - 41

Ougai: 40 - 36

Koyou: 26 - 22

Yosano: 25 - 21

Osamu & Chuuya: 22 - 18

Kunikida: 22

Aku: 20 - 16

Gin: 18 - 14

Kyouka: 10

Atsushi: 18 - 14

Junichirou: 18 - 14

Naomi: 17 - 13

Q: 13 - 9

Elise: 10 - 7