#Lacrosse award ideas

[bitchinbarzal]

What you left behind | A Fantilli

based on this ask

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You’d heard them talking about you at the Hobey award ceremony.

“I feel bad acting like everything’s ok! Y/N has no idea”

“Adam should’ve told her before she flew all the way out here”

“I can’t believe he’s breaking up with her”

Your heart dropped and you walked away before you heard anymore. You sat throughout the whole ceremony with a wary smile.

By the end of it you had excused yourself on account of not feeling well. You were so ill and knew fine well why but now this was making you feel worse.

When Adam did return to your hotel room that night, bustling around while you faced the wall in the darkness you were deciding if you wanted to address the situation or not.

It wasn’t until he got into bed that you spoke

“I know you want to break up with me”

Adam sighed and turned on the bedside light “Babe it’s not you-“

“Do not say it’s not you, it’s me! God, Adam I thought we were better than this!”

“I don’t want to hold you down while I’m away!”

You were now stood up from the bed “You want to go to Columbus! It’s like four hours from Ann Arbor!”

He groans “I could end up literally anywhere and I don’t, I don’t want to drag this relationship with me while I’m starting off in the NHL!”

You gasp lowly “You think this relationship is a drag? Adam there’s something-“

You were crying now, getting yourself upset thinking about how your entire world was crumbling around you.

“Listen let’s just call it ok? You’re clearly getting upset and-“

You laugh ironically “I am getting upset because my boyfriend is breaking up with me and I’m trying to tell him I’m p-“

“I get it, you’re pissed but I think this is for the best I’m going to stay in Luca’s room for the night” Adam finishes, almost infuriating you as he picks up his hoodie and phone before kissing your forehead and leaving the room.

When the door clicked shut you sat down on the bed and let out a shaky breath and placed your hand over your belly “It’s just me and you kid, eh?”

You were packed up and gone before Adam got back to the room the next morning, leaving him feeling somewhat disappointed.

He had tried to call but you’d blocked his number. Eventually he gave in and stop trying to contact you to apologize for how it all went down.

You on the other hand were too busy in the summer break preparing for the baby’s arrival in november.

It felt weird being home all summer. Typically you’d be spending your time split between vacations, lake houses and this year was supposed to be spent by Adam’s side as he was drafted.

Now you were knee deep in baby sleep suits, stuffed animals and diapers all needing to be organized into boxes.

The summer was hard, you’d been contemplating not going back to college now you would ultimately be single parenting and how difficult that was going to be.

It had taken a lot of thinking but you knew you couldn’t give up on school, not now you were all your daughter had.

The new school year looked a lot different. You’d moved out of dorms with your best friend and into your own apartment, you’d dropped out of your position as social admin of the hockey and lacrosse teams and even changed some of your classes to better align with better paid positions post graduate.

It only took the boys a day to notice your absence from the team.

“Where’s y/n? There’s no way she left us because Adam broke up with her!” Dylan whined as the team got changed after their first practice.

Luca just shrugged “I haven’t seen her, I don’t even know if she’s back this year”

“She wasn’t in our sports management class this morning” Mark adds “And her best friend has a new roommate”

Luca then became a little concerned. He’d gone from seeing you all day, everyday to not even knowing where you were.

That was until that evening at Tony’s, the pizza place you, Adam and Luca would go every Tuesday. It seemed as though you guys were keeping to the tradition as you both stood in line to order your pizza.

“Y/N?” You froze hearing his voice, slowly turning around with a coy smile

“Hey Luca” You reply sweetly, not missing how his eyes were now glued on your now seven month pregnant belly.

“Hey so-“

“You’re pregnant?”

You tut “Yeah it looks like it” you joke “so don’t judge when I tank a whole pizza alone I’m technically eating for two”

He softly laughs before he asks “Is it Adam’s?”

You can’t hide it and you know it so you nod “Yeah, it is”

You expect Luca to yell at you but he doesn’t. Instead he grumbles “and you didn’t tell him?!”

His anger takes you back a little and you sigh sadly “I tried Luca”

“Not very hard!”

The tears started the gather in your eyes as you thought back to that night you and Adam broke up and you tried to tell him about your little baby girl.

“Luca You don’t know anything ok? I tried to tell him but he was too busy breaking up with me! You know what Lu, pretend this interaction never happened!” You scoffed, taking off out of the restaurant.

Only five minutes after you got in your apartment the doorbell rang and you waddled to the front door, very unamused and hungry.

On the other side of the door stood Luca holding your order from Tony’s.

“I’ve got pizza?” He smiled and you gestured him in.

The two of you ate the pizza and garlic knots in silence until Luca asked

“Is It a boy or girl?”

You wiped your hands with a napkin before you said “A little girl”

He smiles “and you’re due?”

“November, middle of November”

He nods before he reaches across the table to squeeze your hand “I’m really sorry you’ve done this alone, but I’m sure Adam would want to know he has a daughter”

You retracted your hand from his and scoffed “He didn’t want to be ‘held down’ Luca! His words! So no, I’m not telling him because when I tried, he shut me down so this is his loss!”

Luca wanted to fight you, to stick up for his little brother but he knew better so he gave in. He knew which battle he wanted to pick

“Can I… can I be in her life? She is my niece after all I want to be in her life”

You softened “Of course you can Luca, you can be as involved with her as you want as long as you don’t tell your brother”

Luca reluctantly agrees and so he begins a part in this secret.

Over the following weeks he spent nights over at your house, helped you set up the nursery and was helping you study in your new classes.

He’d slowly stopped speaking to Adam as the secret was getting harder to keep and Adam had noticed.

When Luca didn’t go to Columbus with the rest of his family for Adam’s birthday, Adam knew something was wrong.

So when I’m November the blue jackets played Detroit, Adam, Nick and Kent took the trip to Ann Arbor to watch their old team play.

You wouldn’t have gone to the game that night had you known he would be there but it was too late. You saw him in the crowd. You’d been sitting in a seat, wearing Luca’s jersey so nobody else on the team could see your bump when you spotted Kent closely followed by Adam.

After that you made a mad dash out of Yost, but not before Adam saw you.

He watched you leave, watched you walk out and never said a thing. He had conflicted feelings about seeing you again. He knew it was a possibility but he didn’t know for sure not after his friends told him you’d basically distanced yourself so far from the team, what caught his eye though was his brothers name and number on the back of your jersey.

After the game Adam found his brother outside the locker room

Luca looked surprised to see him, looking around cautiously for someone else by the looks of it “Adam, what’re you doing here?”

“Dropping by to see the team, what’s wrong? You seem on edge? Looking for someone?” Adam wasn’t sly with his questions.

“No I just-“

“Not my ex girlfriend? Not Y/N? Who left by the way”

Luca looked panicked “you saw her?!”

“Yeah i saw her leaving, wearing your jersey! Dude are you fucking y/n? How could-“

Luca scoffs “I’m not fucking her!”

“Well what’s going on? You haven’t come to visit, we hardly talk, she’s walking around here in your jersey and you seem really agitated about her right now so cmon dude spill it! I’d rather you just told me straight but I’m gonna be mad you know I’m still in love with her!!”

Before Luca can even defend himself and you, his phone starts ringing. It’s you.

As soon as he picks up the phone he can hear you crying “what’s going on? Talk me y/n”

That peaks Adam’s interest.

“I fell Luca! I fell and I need to go to the hospital I’m bleeding-“

“I’m coming, I’m coming just hang in there you guys are gonna be ok is the ambulance there? Ok just go and I’ll meet you at the hospital”

Adam is traipsing behind him still demanding answers when Luca shouts “Just get in the car Adam! I don’t have time to deal with you right now”

Adam can feel Luca’s stress and it’s confusing him, a lot.

When they arrive at the hospital he finally asks “Why are we here? What is going on? Who’s hurt?”

Luca sighs, pinching his nose and just praying you’ll understand why he did it

“Y/N is pregnant” he states as if it was the simplest thing while Adam’s entire world just exploded.

He was still in love with you and you were having a baby.

“Is It yours?” Adam asked “Because if it is I’m gonna let you call mom before I fucking kill-“

Luca holds his hand up to his little brother “The baby is yours”

Adam is going through every emotion possible at the moment, stuttering out “Why didn’t you tell me? She didn’t-“

“She tried Adam, the day you broke up with her”

He feels horrible, he feels heartbroken.

“And Why are we at the hospital? Do we need to go in? Is she ok?”

“She said there’s been bleeding, that she fell after the game. That could be bad Adam so just don’t go in there guns blazing when she could have lost her baby”

Adam’s heart breaks even further for his baby; who’s existence he’s only known of for a minute who might now be dead.

The brothers make their way up to the ward and ask for you to which the nurse smiles sympathetically “It’s family only, sorry boys”

Luca hurries “He’s the babies dad, she’s pregnant-“

“Actually, miss y/l/n had a turn in the ambulance after she was picked up by paramedics and she is no longer pregnant” Adam and Luca both gasped lowly, heartbroken when the nurse continued “She delivered her babygirl in the ambulance on route here. Congratulations dad, head on down its room 103”

The two shared glances before Luca patted his little brother on the back “You’re a dad, man!”

“I’m a dad…” he repeats, almost in disbelief.

When Adam got to your room and walked in you were laying in the hospital bed holding your little girl in your arms mumbling something to her. When you looked up and saw Adam the smile on your face dropped

“What’re you-“

“Is she ok? Are you ok?” He interrupted, walking over to you both.

You looked surprised “Luca told you?”

He nods “the cliff notes, we were in a rush”

You nodded understandingly “She’s perfect, all eight pounds of perfection”

You watch Adam step closer and closer to you both when you say “Adam, do you want to hold her?”

He nods, sitting down in the chair next to your bed and taking her into his arms. You watch them as Adam whispers sweet words to her.

“Hi babygirl, I’m your daddy”

When he finally puts her in her bassinet, Adam turns to you “I’m so sorry you went through this all alone, I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you that night and I’m sorry I just abandoned us��� I regret it everyday”

You smile softly “Do you miss me?” It was a lighthearted jab but Adam grabs your hands, seriously and says “So much, everyday I’ve thought about what an idiot I was to let you go. The love of my life”

“Adam you really broke my heart, I’m not sure how I would’ve survived if it wasn’t for her” you say gesturing to the baby asleep next to you.

He squeezes your hands “I know and I can only apologise and beg you to understand I acted on stupid judgement. We could always make long distance work and you have never held me down ever, you make me a better person y/n, I guess now you both do”

Eventually around eleven your nurse manages to sneak Luca into your room. He fully expected you two at each others throats when he entered but instead he found you both sitting on your bed holding your daughter in your hands just adoring her.

“Hey guys, she’s beautiful y/n congratulations”

You smile “thanks uncle Lu”

“So what’s princess called?”

Adam looks at you to tell him and you take pleasure when you say “This is Lucia, her name is inspired by our role model. Both of us”

Luca crouches down by Lucia’s sleeping body and brushes his thumb over her cheek “Hi Lu, I’m your uncle Luca. I love You so much already and I don’t even know you yet”

Your head absentmindedly rested on Adams’s shoulder and he kissed the crown of your head and mumbled “My girls, my whole world”

[literaryspinster]

Skills

One of the easiest ways to endear me to a character is to give them a skill (another reason Tiana, Mulan, Esmeralda and Rapunzel are a few of my favorite Disney Heroines, they all have/gain skills that are at least somewhat valuable to the plot and their character development). Ariel too but since everyone in the Disneyverse has an amazing voice it's hard for her to stand out in that way. But I'm not sure why I went on a tangent about Disney heroines when this post is actually about Gen V. For fanfic and meta purposes I've been thinking of what skills the characters should have that don't inherently pertain to being superheroes.

Marie: Medicine. This is a popular one and for a reason. I'd love it if in the coming seasons we see her going even beyond the instincts of her powers to understand how bodies work and how to fix them, and the healing properties of certain drugs, herbs and plants. This would make her powers even more efficient and would come in clutch if she was ever unable to use them for whatever reason. She's already expressed interest in learning CPR (in the funniest way possible), and is generally invested in saving lives rather than merely fighting, so let's see where that goes. Jordan: Music. I'll admit that this was mostly spawned by the shot of a guitar in their room and the fact that listening to music is the first thing we see them doing, but having musical abilities is also considered a plus in Vought world. However, I don't think performing at award shows and telethons is going to make them happy. For Jordan I see playing instruments as something they do as a very personal, stress-relieving activity that they just happen to be very good at. They do open mics out of costume and write melodies in a journal and give their friends little concerts. It's what centers them.

Emma: Sewing, costume design. I headcanon that she makes her own tiny outfits (although they are just as likely doll clothes). After embracing her growth abilities she will probably also have to learn to make giant clothes, or garments with a lot of stretch and versatility. She has a fairly quirky and dynamic sense of fashion so I'd imagine she'd get a lot out of this creatively as well.

Cate: Event planning, hospitality. Cate, with all of her many many flaws, has a very warm and friendly demeanor, and a way of making people feel comfortable. She also has that confident popular girl quality and just wants everyone around her to have a good time. I bet she throws a bitching party.

Sam: Painting, drawing. Sam sees the world in an unconventional way to say the least, and he has a lot of troubles that he could use a peaceful outlet for. The idea of him getting inspiration from his comic books and learning to draw and paint is a solid one in my opinion.

Andre/Luke: Athletics. It's difficult to talk about Andre right now, and Luke left before I got to know him better, but they both have athlete vibes to me. I see Andre being really into a rowdier sport like hockey or soccer, and Luke gravitating more toward something preppy like lacrosse or rowing. But if they were on the same team I think their sport would be baseball.

[magicalgirlmascot]

Continuing to think about KNPS Inika bc I love them

Jaller is both student council president and on the boy's floor hockey team. Not captain, he doesn't have time for that. He has college applications to prepare for, and homework, and his part time job at Kini Nui's only grocery store, and keeping Takua out of trouble. Chronically single. Does not still have feelings for Hahli and no one can prove he does. Trying to unionize his workplace despite being 17. Wants to be a firefighter.

Hahli is assistant captain on the girl's lacrosse team (Macku is captain). She always feels like she's at the edge of her friend group and never really knows what to say. Often feels like she's behind with regards to trends and stuff because she gets crap internet out at the farm. Has dated a few different guys over the years. Does not still have feelings for Jaller and no one can prove she does. Has no idea what she wants to do after high school and is sick of people asking.

Kongu spends almost every lunch hour in the gym's weight room working out. He's not on any sports teams, he just likes working out and doesn't want to dedicate time to going to a gym after school. Will still throw hands for Tamaru without a second thought. Plays the clarinet in band class and wants to learn the drums. Gay and loud about it. Wants to be a pilot.

Hewkii is hands down the most popular kid in their grade. He's the guy who's on every sports team and gets along with everyone. Took drama as his obligatory arts credit in grade 9 and loved it so much he's taken it every year since. Joined at the hip with Macku. Likes going to escape rooms and axe throwing with friends or on dates. Wants to go away to university, but is worried about what that will mean for his relationship.

Nuparu is the star of shop class and has won awards at every science fair he's ever entered. Has like four friends who are all just as geeky as he is. They hang out under the stairs by the tech hall like it's their own little clubhouse. Built like a brick shithouse. On the school's tech crew for theater and other shows. Has been waffling between getting a degree in engineering or going straight into a trade after high school, and is stressed about the fact that he's going to have to make a decision about that soon.

Matoro keeps to himself, gets good grades, and tries to fly under the radar as much as possible. Took vocal music as an arts credit in grade 9 and loved it but refuses to take any other classes that involve getting onstage, no matter how much Hewkii begs him to try out for the school musical. Spends most of his time in the library with Kopeke, had a rough first year of school. Neither closeted nor out but a secret third thing (acts like everyone has always known he's gay and they're the weird ones for not remembering). Wants to be a sign language interpreter and a wildlife conservationist and also run away to live in the woods.

Takua has become the undisputed champion of hallway gossip. They know everything there is to know about everyone in the school, and if you ever need anything ever, they definitely know a guy. Still terrified of the dark. Goes to a lot of parties. In the anime club, GSA, and game club. Writes a lot of short stories and has put together a compilation zine to sell. Works part time for the same cleaning company as their mom. Wants to get a creative writing degree.

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[yeonjunszn]

𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 — 𝟑𝟓

pairing: nishimura riki x f!reader

summary: as the captains of the girls and boys dance teams respectively, you and nishimura riki have a mutual hatred for one another. to you, he’s cocky and self centered. to him, you’re constantly stealing his spotlight without hesitation. but when a rumor goes around that you did some… questionable things… with the captain of the lacrosse team, riki finds that maybe— just maybe— he doesn’t hate you that much after all.

⇦ thirty four. | epilogue. ⇨

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— tomorrows the day 🙁 i hope this reached ur expectations

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 (𝟐.𝟏𝐤)

your day started at six in the morning and you had been freaking out internally ever since.

the first issue of the day was chaeryeong and seeun both forgetting their poms at home. luckily, there was an extra pair in the studio closet and isa had brought a spare in case something like that happened. bless her heart.

the second was yuna, your vice captain of all people, was late, despite responding to your tweet like she wasn’t. huening kai from the boys team also happened to be running late and volunteered to pick her up, so that eventually worked out.

but the third and final issue was the one that had been nagging at your mind the entire day. you were going to talk to riki. (read: force him to listen to your feelings without interrupting.)

during warm ups in the studio before you boarded the bus to head to the competition venue, you went over what you were going to say at least a dozen times in your head. the whole bus ride, headphones in and everything, you couldn’t focus on anything else except how the conversation would play out. when you were given the floor to map out formations, you were thinking of what he’d say as you told ryujin and yeji where they should be by the end of hip hop.

it was a constant cycle of being both distracted by the situation and simultaneously staying concentrated on the fact that today was a big day for you and your team. there was a lot riding on you, your dancing abilities, and your leadership skills with university scouts being present.

like all performances went for you, you were nervous all the way up until you were on deck to dance. then it was smooth sailing until the next routine. by the time you performed all four, you felt extremely proud of yourself and the girls. you were completely satisfied with what you left on the floor for the scouts and the judges and didn’t have a single doubt that your team killed it in every category.

you had already finished your day when lunch rolled around, but the boys still had a couple routines left for the second half of the competition. you and your friends met up to eat together, sitting at a table with the sandwiches provided to all the competitors by the hosting dance company.

“so how do y’all feel? good?” heeseung asks, popping a potato chip into his mouth.

“better than that. i feel so content with what we did today, hee, you have no idea,” you smile, reaching across the table to take one of beomgyu’s chips (his were different from yours). “now it’s just a matter of getting my shit together for after the awards.”

“honestly, n/n, today has been such a good day, you shouldn’t be stressing about that anymore. just go with the flow. it doesn’t have to be a perfect speech, you know.” yuna says as she rests her head on your shoulder, also snatching one of gyu’s chips. he deadpans.

“what the fuck? is it ‘steal beomgyu’s food’ day or something? you’re already done assholes, i still have two routines so i need the energy.” the brunette flicks you both on the forehead. you snicker, biting into your sandwich before offering him some since he scarfed down all of his own.

“you big baby, here, you can have mine,” yeonjun rolls his eyes, shoving his bag in beomgyu’s direction. “anyways, i agree with yuna. just speak from the heart or whatever.”

“very helpful, thank you, jun.”

“while i’m usually one for thought out plans and shit, and i did help you figure out what to say, those bozos are right. you should say everything you feel without sounding like you’re reading from a script. it’ll be more sentimental that way.” soobin adds, chewing on his sandwich cheerfully. it was extremely rare when he conceded with dumb and dumber so you figured they had solid advice for once.

you hum, swallowing down the last piece of your sandwich as you dust off your hands and stand from the table. “i’m gonna go buy some patches and a shirt,” you turn to yuna. “i’ll meet y’all in the spectator stands later.”

“so for clarification purposes, you and yeonjun do your aerials, we hold a four count break and then go right?” jake asks, laying on the floor of the room that the boys’ dance team was using as their changing room. sunoo sighs, his eyes glancing at riki who was going over their next routine for the third time.

“are you gonna answer him? this is like the seventh time he’s asked.”

“not true. i only asked twice. i just want to be sure so i don’t go early and fuck it up for us.”

riki pauses the music, running a hand through his hair. “yes jake. you hold a four count break. i’ll be back, i’m gonna go to the restroom.”

the ravenette leaves the room for a bit of relief from the stampede of questions he’s been asked since they got to the school for call time this morning. as much as he was appreciative of his reinstatement, he felt a little overwhelmed. he knew his team really needed him to be a part of it, but he didn’t realize just how badly. he wonders how heeseung held onto his sanity these past couple of weeks.

riki walks into the boys’ bathroom, pacing back and forth to calm himself down a bit. in any other case, he’d run his hands under the water and wet his face, but with his performance makeup on, he couldn’t. curse the judges for always being so high up. the door swings open and he pauses, letting out a sigh of relief when he sees that it’s jungwon.

“hey, you good?” he asks, his brows furrowed slightly.

“yeah, i think so. i’m just all over the place.” riki chuckles, though he doesn’t really find anything funny.

“is this about the routines or something else?” the older boy leans against the sink in front of him.

“both, i guess. but it’s whatever. i’m not gonna worry about that today. i need to be in the present.”

jungwon purses his lips. “okay, i won’t bring it up again. i had to check what kind of headspace you were in, y’know? i wanted to make sure you weren’t shutting down yet.”

“not yet.”

you sit with the rest of the girls’ team for the remainder of the performances in the competitor spectating area. the competition was co-ed so it was divided into categories and genders. the morning and half of the afternoon was for the girls, while the second half and the evening was for the boys. it was a plus that you got to support your friends on the boys’ team.

(you also got to see riki in his element, and god was it thrilling.)

it was around eight at night when the entire thing finished and all the teams were dismissed to get ready for awards. while most people usually wore matching shirts ordered online, it was a belift tradition to dress formally, a black and white theme enforced to keep both teams looking cohesive. even the directors, coach lee and coach kim, followed the dress code.

yuna looked so stunning in her white dress, the hem longer on one side than the other, and red heels. she looked so put together, even though she was far from it. you gasp, pretending to faint. “yun, you look so good!”

“me?! look at you! there’s no way your conversation with riki isn’t going well.” she smiles, poking your side.

you smooth out your dress, giving her a thumbs up and a wide grin to hide how truly anxious you were the closer it got to going through with your plan. you couldn’t lie, you did feel like a million bucks though, the short black satin dress was practically made for you.

you walk around the room to see if any of the other girls needed help with anything until it was time to head back to the main area. jayun had you put a safety pin on a section of her skirt and sieun asked if you had an extra bobby pin, but nothing life threatening. (you’re positive you were using these little hiccups as distractions.)

coach lee comes in to get you when it’s time for awards, the team clumping together with linked arms. you meet in the middle with coach kim and the boys before finally making your way over there. heeseung, clad in a white dress shirt and slacks, peers over at you, sending you a wave and a reassuring smile to ease your nerves. ‘we got this. you got this.’ he mouths.

the directors seat you in order and you wait for the emcee to start announcing who won what. when they finally do, you drown out everything, your eyes having landed on the object of your affections. riki was wearing almost the exact same thing as heeseung, except he also had a black jacket on too. you could vaguely hear the sound of your team cheering every time the emcee said you won a category. the boys’ team’s hollering when they learned they won all of their categories too was like tv static in your ears.

the award ceremony went by in a flash, your mind hardly comprehending it at all. while everyone was packing up, both teams ‘nominated’ you and riki to receive your trophies and banners. (really this was just their plan to finally get the two of you alone.)

as you’re walking back to your changing rooms, pulling along your respective carts, you decide to just break the seal and get it over with. “congratulations.”

riki halts, turning to you as if he wasn’t sure you spoke at all. you also stop, cocking your head to the side. he nods. “congratulations to you, too. you deserve it.”

you feel your heartbeat accelerate, your palms beginning to sweat like they usually did when you got nervous. you swallow thickly. “riki—“

“i gotta get back to the room—” you cut him off this time.

“no. stop that. you never let me speak and just this once, i really need you to let me speak.” you shut your eyes, your head falling back in distress. he closes his mouth, keeping his feet planted to the ground.

“okay.”

“you made a point, last friday, when you said i never gave you the chance to explain yourself, that i just assumed the worst in you. you were right. and it pains me that you were, because i was so in love with you, why didn’t i give you the benefit of the doubt? especially when you’d done nothing previously to convince me i should do otherwise. i think i was scared that there was a possibility of rejection,” you take a deep breath. inhale. exhale. “there was a part of me that felt, even if me and you were perfect for each other, i wasn’t enough. you confessed all these big dreams you had, going pro, becoming the best dancer in all of korea— the world— and in the grand scheme of things, i seemed so insignificant in comparison. when i told you ‘you’d never be good enough to go pro’ of course i didn’t mean it. how could i? you’re nishimura riki. you’re the most talented dancer i’ve ever met and if anyone i know is going to be a professional, it’s you. i was insecure and i projected all of that onto you after the fact. i gave up.”

you pause, staring down the hallway when you feel his heavy gaze set on you. you nip the inside of your lip before continuing.

“i was insecure—“ you ignore the urge to cry, facing him directly. “i was insecure, but i’m secure now. i’m sure of myself. i’m sure of you and i’m sure of me. i’m sure of us. riki, we keep disappearing and reappearing in each other’s lives, but this time, i don’t want to leave. i want to stay right here. i’m here, fighting for you, fighting for whatever this could be, because i’m secure now, and because i’m not giving up easily ever again. i’m sure of my love for you.”

his lips are parted slightly, his eyes wide and brimming with tears. he releases the cart handle, taking one step towards you. then another. and another, until he’s standing in front of you, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. his thumb wipes away a stray tear before he leans in, pressing his lips to your own softly. you relax in his hold, reciprocating the action with all of the emotion you can offer. he pulls away gently, resting his forehead on yours.

it looks like a scene from a movie, the halls empty and devoid of anyone else. it’s just the two of you in your own little world, two hearts beating as one. his next words were like they were ripped straight from a book.

“y/n, i want to stay right here, too.”

(CLOSED) taglist: @clar-iii @stayriki @wonieleles @certainyouthpeanut @manaswi-madhusudan @hrtattcker @lil-iva @aachillies @echantedrose @gardeniki @nomniki @itzz-me-duh @omgjwon @catecita @strwberrydinosaur @rikiflowers @lov3niki @emoworu @rosiefaeriee @katzriot @wonyoluvie @ni-sh @hstxvee @fallingforya @pisss111 @bookworm-0718 @luvibot @ashxsmoon @deezarenotmynutz

[brainrot-buffet]

Arcane Highschool!AU Headcanons

Basically a bunch of wholesome HCs where the Act 1 gang lives in our world and goes through day to day life happy without worries. I really enjoyed picturing them all just being normal kids/teenagers, and I’m planning to add more of these in the future. Feel free to suggest ideas!

Characters: Vi, Powder, Mylo, Claggor, Ekko

Warnings: Wholesomeness, Crack

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In this universe, the kids live around New York City

Powder, Vi, Mylo, and Claggor are Vander’s adopted kids who attend a junior-senior city school

Fun fact: their school colors are green and gray, paralleling Zaun's sky; I can picture Mylo in a green school hoodie, or Vi in green football uniform

In terms of school, Claggor gets straight A’s and is an honor roll student, Vi worked hard to earn a great scholarship through playing varsity sports and gets As and Bs, and Mylo’s the one who’s pretty average at school but gets high grades in subjects he’s interested in (Claggor tutors him but sometimes gives in whenever Mylo begs to copy his homework)

Mylo got his first A in wood and metal shop when he built a really strong lock (on how and why he knew how to make a lock that difficult to pick, the teachers have no idea)

It’s a known fact that if Claggor finds an exam or subject even just SLIGHTLY difficult, everyone else is screwed

Claggor’s most likely to be the valedictorian of their class, but if he’s being honest the title doesn’t matter to him, he just wants to do his best at everything he does

Everyone loves Claggor: His teachers are happy to write his college recommendation letters, he’s always willing to help out his classmates struggling with any material, he's an absolute MENACE during dodge ball, mans is the CHADDEST of Chads

Vi plays varsity football for their high school; She is a rare case in which the school permitted her to play on the typically all male team because of her immense potential

Like Claggor, she BODIES everyone when it comes to sports; Besides football, she enjoys soccer, lacrosse, volleyball, and basketball

Mylo, Claggor, Powder, Ekko, and Vander all attend her football games and support her during pep rallies/homecoming; She's definitely done that thing where each person on the football team runs through a giant strip of paper with their names on it

Speaking of pep rallies, Mylo, Powder, and Ekko would rather skip them and sneak off school grounds to do something else

They think the rally gets boring after the performances by the cheer squads and only hype up whenever they see Vi walking in the field/gym (Vi is the only reason they stick around the entire rally)

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Powder and Ekko are in the junior high section of the overall school

Ekko’s placed in the gifted program so the only time he can hang out with Powder is during their shared lunch period

Powder struggles a bit at school but greatly excels in arts and sciences (her teachers from these subjects all love her)

Despite her strengths, her math teacher makes her feel bad about herself whenever she struggles with a topic that seemingly everyone else understands right away

Vi, Claggor, and even Ekko gladly help Powder with her math homework and make her see that her teacher is wrong (all while Mylo rants about having that exact same teacher and how he put gum in her chair back in middle school)

Powder wins awards for art contests and science fairs and Vi drags their brothers to attend her ceremonies; She’s the one aggressively clapping and hollering in the back whenever Powder walks up the stage :)

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All of them are involved with clubs or other extracurricular activities in one way or another

Vi has her sports and Powder's an active member of the art club; Ekko also got her to join the robotics club with him

Powder’s also part of the newly formed comic club, which is basically a club for anyone interested in anime, Marvel/DC, fandoms, and other media (Mylo calls it “the nerd club”)

Ekko found her at a club meeting one day and came out now obsessed with Demon Slayer; He is now an honorary member and him and Powder make anime references as inside jokes

Ekko also draws comics and cartoons for the school newspaper, and is one of the most vital members of the school’s mathletes (also their youngest)

Claggor is part of the debate team and competes nationally; He’s also a member of the student council and is almost always present at charities and fundraisers

Mylo has been president of the school’s lettuce club for the past three years; The concept of students competing to see who can finish an entire head of lettuce first is perfect for him

He’s so passionate about it, too; Whenever the club has it’s annual meeting, he creates this grand ceremony in the hallway after school and gives a speech about the club’s legacy (he even holds a head of lettuce like he’s Shakespeare)

The fact that he’s president means he’s been the winner of every meeting for three years in a row; This is one of the only extracurricular achievements he can put on his college resume

EXTRAS:

Mylo tried to start a lock-picking club once

It started when he would pick open hallway lockers whenever Ekko was shoved inside one

It then extended to reluctantly helping kids open locked classroom doors after school when they forgot something inside (apparently their janitor was an ass who wouldn’t bother opening it for them)

He gained some underground popularity among students around the school, and man was he THRIVING off it

Soon he formed a club unrecognized by the school and would teach people everything he knew on how to pick locks, even hosting competitions on who could open locks the fastest

Apparently his techniques were so good that students started using them to break into teachers’ desks and steal future tests to cheat

The breaking point was when a few delinquents started stealing things from other people’s lockers and the entire school administration had a manhunt on who was teaching so many kids how to pick locks

Safe to say the “club” was shut down very quickly, with Mylo being in detention for an entire month

[mongooseblues]

damn your ocs backstories are so interesting. if you don't mind me asking, how long have you been working on this story? and do you have any other background info on your other characters+why they are the way they are & how they came to be? im like... invested now lol

also, will we ever see josephine with cold 👀👀👀 (and perhaps cal as a caretaker? uhh, asking for a friend)

AwwwwWWW hello sweet anonymous friend and thank you so much!! 🥺💕

I started developing these characters in, I believe, March of 2021, so a year and some change. Originally Cal and Scotty were created to exist in two connected fics (that I’ve done a lot of work on but am by no means finished with), and I didn’t intend to follow them elsewhere. I’d never done that with any characters until these ones, all my previous characters had been strictly story-bound.

Ultimately I couldn’t bear to leave them, and as I imagined their lives and filled out their worlds, other characters and other ideas for fics and moments and random bits of backstory started writing themselves and here we are a year plus later and I know what Cal’s grandmother’s pregnancy was like and the names of the six standard poodles Ayush’s family has ever owned and Saanvi’s unrequited love story with her Canadian foreign exchange host sister.

I do have a considerable amount of backstory for a lot of my mains. It is… a lot of content, sometimes in the form of mini stories and scenes and sometimes just bulletpointed facts. I absolutely love this ask but if I posted everything I had in the way of backstory you’d be scrolling through maybe 60k words worth of content. 😅

Since you seem interested in Josephine, I'll put her bio, a little backstory, and her artbreeder under the read more. Also yes we will see sick Josephine! I'll give you a fic preview too :)

Josephine Montefiore (2 yrs older than Cal) she/her, ENFJ-A Cal’s study buddy and best friend while they were both at Georgetown getting their doctorates — Josephine’s is in moral philosophy as well. Cal considers her to be a more talented moral philosopher than him. Cal & Josephine are very similar, and part of the reason behind that is how big an influence Josephine was on him. Her kindness, patience, and unfailing optimism helped shape him as a professor and a person. She has a notable ability to remain neutral and impartial even when something strikes an emotion in her, and to empathize even with those who may not be empathetic themselves. Her father was a lawyer and her mother was a judge so she likes to say that was part of it.

Josephine is 5'9" with a body type that is slightly plump, she carries it well—one gets the sense she used to play a sport (which she did; she played lacrosse and volleyball competitively in high school). She has bronze, tanned skin, extremely thick, wavy brown hair that falls almost to her elbows, and very striking green eyes. She has a round face and big cheeks and subtle dimples and is an extremely smiley person with an infectiously genuine smile and an energy so bubbly it is visible on her face.

After achieving her Ph.D, Josephine teaches at Brown University and her book, A Case for Altruistic AI: Programming the Human Condition, is a recipient of the Barwise Prize, the Weizenbaum Award, and the Nicholas Rescher Prize for Systematic Philosophy. She teaches two courses in applied ethics that are available on massive open online course platforms like coursera, because like Cal she believes there should not be frivolous educational requirements to access academic content and spends much more energy making certain her course material is accessible to as many people as possible than on some of the narrower focuses of academia.

Josephine has been in a long-distance open relationship with a Greek man named Sandros since Cal has known her. Sandros is an elementary school teacher and incredibly talented poet who feels no need to share his work widely, and while he technically is not a philosopher, Josephine considers him one in his own right and she often compares him to Epicurus.

The way Josephine shows her love, to anyone she loves, is rather amazing — she is caring and devoted and physically affectionate. She remembers the names of your cousins, she asks silly hypotheticals to get to know you better, she keeps track of your well-being, she is your biggest fan and your most trusted confidant and your most dedicated protector, especially if it’s yourself you need protecting from. It’s the kind of love that inspires jealousy, that creates romantic confusion. Josephine has always had trouble with the effect she has on people, she thinks it is her responsibility to manage. There is a very integral sense, to Josephine, of responsibility.

Josephine is fluent in Greek and Italian. Italian from her heritage, and Greek from her semester abroad in undergrad and relationship with Sandros. She has spent a good amount of time in Italy. Her grandparents on her father's side immigrated directly from Sicily. Josephine's nonna and nonno are Enzo & Concetta Montefiore.

When Josephine was fourteen, her family (consisting of her parents and her older sister Isabelle) moved from Arizona to New Jersey, which they did because Enzo went to jail for tax fraud. Concetta had never lived alone and most of their income was tied up in court so she needed help. For Enzo it prompted a fall from grace that was difficult to weather for someone who's 72 years old.

The move was really difficult for Josephine. It wasn't so much that she had trouble fitting in, because Josephine has never really had much interpersonal awkwardness, she's easy to make friends with. But she's the kind of person who makes very intimate, very close bonds with her friends, and leaving behind so many friends was really really hard.

Josephine and her sister both hated their grandfather for causing this massive upending of their lives at first, but due to how humbled he was by the experience and how apologetic and self aware he was about the situation he'd created, and even more so: the gratitude he expressed constantly, Josephine ultimately couldn't stay mad at him. In fact she wrote extensively to him while he was in jail and he is responsible for a good amount of her wisdom.

When Josephine was fifteen she found out her grandmother was having an affair and, after a not inconsiderable amount of moral debate, told her grandfather. He surprised her by revealing that they were in an open relationship. Josephine spent months thinking her grandmother was a terrible person and apologized to her in tears. Concetta asked her why she hadn't simply asked about it and Josephine didn't know what to say. The way she looked at love changed a lot thereafter.

[ I intend on returning to Josephine as soon as I’m finished posting the Ayush stuff and there’s a bit more of that. But I do have a WIP of sick Josephine & caretaker Cal. Since it might be a while, here's what sparked the ficlet; a thing I did when I came up with each of their handwriting. A note passed back and forth in a quiet library. ]

[littlelonelyjournalist]

The Grave of the Damned - Prologue...kinda

SUMMARY: A damned soul trapped in limbo develops a connection to a young man beyond the living, and she’s not ready to let go of that.

AUTHORS NOTE: In late celebration of halloween, I wrote this story plot because I want to use the ghost/witch lore from the Originals and put it into Teen wolf, but I’m really not good at writing (Writing convincing dialogue without making it cringy but doesn’t sound like a robot is difficult guys) so please enjoy it and mind the terrible writing!!

Time ran slow. It dripped amongst reality like honey, and the young girl’s knees felt like giving up under her. She had been running around the crowd of cement mausoleums for what seemed like decades, or years, or hours. It was confusing. Constantly running through the aisles, which seemed to drown in silver fog in the forever moonlight. Everything around her felt hazy, like a dream. A weird, fucked-up, nightmare-inducing dream. She didn't know why she was running, and for some strange reason she didn't want to find out. It was a maze of graves, she thought. It was all she could think about. A never-ending movement of shadows and deafening whispers. Deafening, but alone.  

  

But she wasn't alone. Occasionally, she would pass still figures, standing silent. Ghosts of the past. She would call out but they would ignore her in the open wind. Their eyes would never meet hers. They all would look so different, but somehow all of them wore the same detached expression, forever lost in the grey fog. Whispers, however, followed her every step, constantly screaming in her ears. Unlike the people dressed in coal black clothing around her, she found herself wearing her white lace summer dress swaying gently in the soft breeze. It lifted just below her knees and the neck line would reach right below her collarbone. It was short sleeved, so from time to time she would often rub her forearms in hope of warmth.
 

She ran along the cement walls until she came to a crossroads, catching her breath in the cold air. Her eyes darted left to right, until she came across an sight that stopped her dead in her tracks. About twenty meters in front of her, as if shining through the fog, was a young man with his back turned to her strutting confidently in the other direction. Her breath hitched in her throat. He wasn’t like the others. For one; he was talking, which she had never seen in this realm before except herself. Two; instead of the cold charcoal clothes that were worn from the strangers around her, he wore a red flannel shirt with a black backpack strapped over his back. And three; his figure didn’t match her surroundings. To her, it had been always nighttime, but it seemed like orange and gold sun rays had shone over his body. It was a strange sight, indeed, but something in her jumped. She took a breath, and stepped in his direction. Then another foot. Then another. Of course, she wanted to be cautious as something deep in the pit of her stomach told her that something eerie indeed lurked in the shadows, but that didn’t matter anymore. 

 

“Hello?” She yelled quietly, hoping that he was the only one who could hear her. “Can you hear me?” He didn’t respond. As she started to get closer, she could hear him talking and laughing at himself. She could now see that he had jet black hair that was cut neatly on top of her head, and had olive brown skin on the back of his neck. At times, he stayed silent for a couple of seconds while his eyes often darted to the left of him, as if waiting for the air to response back. 
 

“So you’re telling me that, for some unknown supernatural reason, you found it? Just, by accident? In the forest?” The boy asked. A couple seconds of awkward silence went by until he spoke again. “You see Scott? That, my friend, is what is going to make us legends!”
 

Scott? The pattern kept going back and forth as she awkwardly stared. “Hello?” She found herself walking just a meter behind him, in order to keep up with him. Without thinking, she reached her hand out and touched the strap of his shoulder. Instantly, the air was sucked out of her lungs and she gasped, feeling a wave pass through her so violently she was nearly knocked to the ground. The dark blue light of the moon was replaced by a bright atmospheric light, and the large stone mausoleums changed into parallel grey plaster walls beside her with emerald green lockers lined up neatly. The noise changed too, as the eerie whisper in her ear automatically switched to voices and laughter of what seemed to look like students holding books passing by quickly. Was she in a school, she wondered. Where even was she?  
 

“Excuse me,” A gravelly voice said. She whipped around to see an old man with dark eyes wearing a violet vest glaring directly into her eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to be somewhere?” She froze, terrified. His eyes were almost as black as coal, and wrinkly pale skin seemed to be slapped onto his face. She had absolutely no idea what to do. She had been so used to silence that she unconsciously held her breath. Okay, this has to be a dream. As if the universe heard her statement, a body of a young blonde and a cherry pink scarf had gone through her chest from behind. A rush of cold air ran through her spine, causing her to yelp in shock. The man’s gaze had moved from her face to the blondes face as he walked beside her down the corridor, yelling “Yeah, and don’t make me find you out here again. You understand?” The voices in the hallway died down, until only a distant murmur could only be heard. 

 

She looked back to where the boy was walking, to have realised that he had disappeared. Shoot. Cautiously, she took one foot in front of her and walked down to the other side of the hallway. Multiple dark red doors seemed to have been placed on either side of her, with lockers closing the gap between them. It was mostly empty now, as all the students seemed to rush off. However, she stopped in front of a large glass cabinet containing golden trophies and wooden plaques, that read, “Beacon Hills High School: Lacrosse Championship award.” 

 

“Beacon Hills...” She whispered. Nothing clicked in her mind anymore. It was just one vague canvas now, with more questions popping up than answers. She kept walking and froze again at a door with a small window. She peeked in to see a room filled with students behind desks, and there sitting near the back was the lanky boy, writing down what seemed to be notes in his book. She exhaled. slightly fogging up the glass. Ghost physics were honestly weird; you would think that ghosts could just pass through walls as if it were nothing, but it was definitely not true. She went to grab the door handle, but it didn’t budge. Great. Just great. Perfect, even. Because people couldn’t see her, she thought it wasn’t the best idea to knock on the door, but she needed to get to him. 

 

A couple of hours passed, until the loud bell rang through the halls again. Rustles of students and conversations rippled through the hair tirelessly. She had to basically cling onto the lockers like a spider to avoid the bodies of students, but she couldn’t see the boy from earlier, until she found a clearance and spotted him still sitting alone at his desk, scribbling down on the page in front of him. It was only for a couple of seconds, when he stopped suddenly and glanced up in front of him, feeling a strange tingling on the back of his neck. Quickly, she ducked again behind the door before he could see her, practically holding her breath for only a couple of seconds. Stiles furrowed his brows at the notes in front of him in confusion, before shaking off the goosebumps that began to form on his neck and packing his notebooks into his bag. She carefully watched him get out of his chair and leave the classroom, descending into the crowd of students. Oh, she wasn't done with him yet. 

 

Stiles continued to head down to the field. Stands and grey bleachers entrapped the massive oval of green grass, where he could see (and hear) coach hustling and shouting at the other teams members, gripping their lacrosse equipment. He didn’t even know why he would come to practice, as most games he would end up on the bench (which was normally called the “Last Resort Policy” by the coach.” Meaning, he would only be on the field if either someone was seriously injured or didn’t have enough teammates. But hey, it would look good on his resume and college application so it wasn’t all for nothing. He could see Greenberg getting grilled down by their coach, which wasn’t unusual if he was being honest. He finally found Scott and Liam talking on the other side of the field, taking a break while watching the rest of the team on their throwing skills for lacrosse, and ran up to them.

“What are ‘ya guys talking about?” He asked.

“Just discussing some of the new plans for Mason’s party. Lydia’s been on it since August.”

“Wait, really? I thought she was joking about that.”

“Yeah, turns out not really. I guess she has a thing for surprise parties. She even showed me her binder that has all the details in it.” Liam chuckled softly, twirling the lacrosse stick in one hand. Stiles smiled until something was caught in his peripheral vision. Far out on the bleachers stood a girl with what Stiles could make out as long brown hair and a white summer dress. He couldn’t see the details properly as she was far away, but he could feel her empty gaze looking upon the group as well as the cold feeling on his neck prickled his skin once again like in the classroom.

 

"Hey, is that a friend of yours?" Stiles asked. Scott and Liam both faced Stiles and turned their heads to the bleachers where Stiles was pointing at. 

 

"What do you mean?" Said Scott, staring at Stiles in confusion.

 

"I mean, the girl who is directly in front of us on the bleachers, currently staring at us. She right over-" Stiles turned to look back at the white stands, but couldn't see anyone sitting on the stands. It was entirely empty, in fact the whole bleachers were empty. "What-" 

 

"I don't see any girl, man." Liam squinted his eyes to try and focus on the bleachers, but he truly couldn't see anything. Maybe he was seeing things, Stiles thought. It wouldn’t be the first time. Throughout the past years, the line between what was myth and what was real blurred as he dove head first into the supernatural world. Stiles rubbed his eyes and look back up to the bleachers, but the figure disappeared from sight, nowhere to be found.

"Hey, Stiles?" Scott whispered, the normal fierceness in his eyes that he was pretty used to looking at had softened with worry. "Okay, you feeling alright? You haven't been losing sleep again, have you?” At that question, Stiles whipped his head to face Scott.

 

"What? No no I'm fine. That’s all over.” He lied, as the group walked to the rest of the team. They both could hear Coach hollering and yelling at them, but something felt off. More off then usual. He could still feel the cold presence sitting impatiently on his neck, and the pressure in his chest tightened so much that he thought it might burst open. But whatever it was, he wasn’t going to let it phase him. He remembered the feeling of losing control and how worried he made everyone when he was possessed by the Nogitsune, so he shook his head and grinned sheepishly at Scott and Liam as they marched through the rest of the afternoon.

Unbeknownst to them, this new little encounter would shape how they live out the rest of their days.

[stickykeys633]

Changing thing up a bit @capricornsicle, that other post was becoming unwieldy.

You think you’re on a crusade to expose fandom racism and bias in Teen Wolf, but in doing so, because TW is such a specific beast, you make assumptions and add unnecessary hyperbole to your arguments. 

You’ve assumed and ran with the idea that I’m white (many do, which is strange since my icon is a black woman) and you’ve treated me a certain way because of it. But then in the same breath you’ll say there’s inherent bias against Scott McCall, a character that many people saw as white played by an actor who is white passing. 

There’s also this underlying statement that any majority of people see Scott as Latinx and automatically make it a negative thing which again, isn’t true, specifically not in Teen Wolf. 

I’ve found the antis like to take black racism experiences and try to fit Scott into that category, but even a small thing like colorism makes it so it’s not equitable. 

that’s a general statement about fans and critics alike holding characters of color up to a higher standard than white characters. It’s not everyone, it’s certainly not an attack on anyone, but it happens a lot, across various fandoms. White characters are much more often forgiven for the things they do than characters of color who do the same things.

This doesn’t happen with the frequency you think and in the Teen Wolf fandom when it does happen it is rarely if ever in regards to Scott. Other, more evident characters of color yes.. And the wild examples that the antis present are never equitable. Even when presented with context, they often have to padd it and stretch it to make it seem like some infraction has been done. What it does is seek to absolve Scott of ANY wrong doing, when really there is fault laid at both parties. 

I’ll provide a couple of examples in the moment, but the bottom like is that Stiles/Derek/Peter stans acknowledge their faults and many times love them because of it. On the show Scott was never given the chance to acknowledge his faults, the show refused to admit that he needed to grow and be redeemed of anything. This was a misstep because he became unpalatable, not as a perfect icon, but as someone whose actions didn’t hold relevant consequences. 

The Donovan Incident

Now, I disagree with some key points, but overall I think this is the most important part:

They fought, like teenagers do, especially teenagers who have gone through that kind of trauma, and then, in 5x13, they’re talking outside a gas station, and they talk and get over it,

If everyone could agree that this happened, this would be a much better place. But antis will not chalk up the experience for the contrived nonsense it was and become so enraged when people blame Scott that they can’t let it be and suddenly we’re all racists. 

Which, using racism as a tool to sooth butthurt is not okay and we see it time and time again. They take every seedling and think, “how can I add racism to this so I get my way?” which is pathetic, but also sullies the impact of real racism on the show. 

During this time Tracey was murdered, Mason was non-existent, they killed Noah and Lucas sent Kira to the desert and left her there. But being mad at Scott for intentionally misunderstanding Stiles is what’s racist? This is why antis and SDP Stans constantly bump heads. Everyone has been in a friend group where some new interloper comes in and riles things up. Usually trying to steal someone’s man, but you know there are certain things you do when that happens and Scott made ALL the wrong moves. He knew Stiles didn’t trust Theo and openly disliked him, it should have been an immediate red flag when Theo started in with Stiles violently killing someone in cold blood. Additionally, I would have LOVED if the show made the connection to Scott still being traumatized by Nogi, but again, the show made it seem like Scott was JUST FINE! and again, a disservice was made to his character. 

The point is that a not insignificant number of fans label Scott as a constant bad friend, as someone who’s always a bad influence on Stiles, and that’s really not the case.

People who label him as a constant bad friend use this as ONE example of it. I actually questioned their friendship after Motel California. I remember there were a couple of beats that made it clear they weren’t sandbox buddies, and probably met in the community little league (was it little league or soccer that they met Theo? I forget?). There have been several instances of them not being as close as they claimed. 

If Stiles can be forgiven for throwing lacrosse balls at Scott (which really fucking hurt, speaking from experience) and keying some random loner kids’ car to get him beat up because Lydia kissed him

Just a side note, Stiles was havign his fun, yes, but Scott was completely complicit in these scenes and knew 100% what was going on. Stiles was helping Scott by testing his tolerance and helping him control his heartbeat and yes they did it in bonehead teenage boy ways, but there was nothing malicious or racially motivated about it. Talk about holding characters to different levels. You’ve all made the white characters irredeemable supremacists when nothing in the canon alludes to this. 

a few antis forgive Stiles but condemn Scott. And that’s because of racial bias that makes those particular antis hold Scott to much higher standards than his white friends, which is a nice way of saying it’s racism.

Which again, is wrong in that you have absolutely no way of quantifying this for every viewer. There’s no such thing as special Scott centric racism. If someone is racist, they’re going to show it against anyone not white on the show, and that’s simply a) not the case and b) impossible to determine from the asks of one anon and some misinterpreted fic. 

Liking Scott isn’t pro-POC, no, but it is tied to racial issues in Hollywood, popular media, and fandom. Scott being Latinx (despite the fact it never comes up, he’s played by a Latinx actor and is undoubtedly TV’s favorite “ambiguously brown”) makes him connected to racial issues.

But it doesn’t, because Teen Wolf was specifically created as a world without color so coding Scott as race-neutral meant that audiences had the choice to view him that way and many did. I mean, look at the show, he has two white Italian actors playing his parents, his last name is McCall and his mother’s maiden name was Delgado which could mean anything. Jeff had a habit of casting white women with Latinx last names they got from a gracious step-father, it’s not a leap to say this was true of Melissa. This is why I refuse to give the show any representation points. Diversity sure, they’re there, but they’re not well represented and again, this neither starts nor ends with Scott McCall. 

Liking Scott is something that a lot of viewers of color end up doing

Again, not entirely true. Liking Boyd? Yes. Deaton, Morrell, Kira? Yes. Scott? Sure... the response to Scott from Latinx fans was varied in interesting ways. Some went up hard for him and while I don’t acknowledge the show’s version of Scott, I write him as half Mexican in every fic. There are some who, like you, were so excited to see someone like themselves and that’s beautiful and awesome. There were also some that started excited but then were like “oh, he’s playing a white boy” which people like to forget was VERY much a thing. There was no reason to think Scott was white and in fact when Jeff received the Alma award, it was for casting Posey and not necessarily having a Latinx character. In the beginning of Teen Wolf he was actually asked if Scott was white (the phrase they used was “All American” which...), And there were still others who hated Scott instantly and thought he was wack and did NOT see themselves in him.

So even within the Latinx community alone there were several opinions. Now spread that out to hundreds of thousands and then millions of viewers. So when you say “Liking Scott is something a lot of VOC end up doing” you’re creating a value based judgement on the idea of liking YOUR version of Scott McCall. 

Which isn’t fair and isn’t correct. 

YOU ended up liking Scott because YOU appreciated the interpretation. No one can take that away from you. But when you cast this net of racism, you’re gonna end up with a lot of things that don’t fit the term and a lot of people mad that they’re caught in your web of racial bias. 

if it’s the burden of POC to fight for representation tooth and nail, then that’s the fight I’ll be fighting.

Part of it is that sometimes I worry that if I don’t post about them, if I don’t post gifs of them and talk about them and make them be part of the teen wolf tag on this site, no one else is going to.

We talked about this with your first post. Generally I’m sympathetic, but I do take issue with your methods. Yes, I’ve seen those gif tax posts and I love the concept, but... tax is something you pay in the exchange for something that you want. I don’t see POC characters as tax and I get it’s just a clever way to name what you’re doing, but I think it makes it so negative when celebrating the POC characters should be an enjoyable and inclusive thing. 

If you feel alone, it’s because you haven’t reached out to anyone. I know a lot of creators who make content for characters of color, The problem is that when you accuse people of focusing on white characters in a show FULL of white characters and cover them with a blanket of systemic bias, you’re alienating a lot of people who don’t want the drama. 

Someone just released some ao3 stats of POC characters in Sterek fics verses TW fics as a whole and Kira was sadly underrepresented, showing up in just under 45% of fics. My answer to that isn’t to scream at Stereks about how racist they are against Asians. Instead, I wanna have a Kira appreciation event, but until I can, I make sure to write Kira into my fics because I love her. I repost gifsets with her in them, I comment and seek out people who create for her and support them and if you approach some creators, the’re happy to be amenable. I’ve left comments on fics asking for a certain character and sometimes they rightfully say no, but sometimes it’s not a problem and the change is awesome. 

I feel like the bulk of antis have an idea in their mind and don’t give anyone else a freaking chance. And then, when anything negative is said about Scott, they go awf like SEE!!?!> RACISM!!!!!! when it’s honestly not the case. The anon doesn’t represent even the minority of the majority of stereks. Tumblr doesn’t, ao3 doesn’t, twitter doesn’t. That’s why it’s so much less stressful to find out ways to insert diversity and representation rather than browbeating others to do it out of shame.  

There’s this perceived bias that worms it’s way in that simply doesn’t exist at the levels you think it does. Because not only are you assuming that people dislike the characters of color because of their color, but also that they harbor negative feelings.

But, as we’ve learned from K-pop fans, it seems white people are much more willing to enjoy and put out East Asian representation than representation of people darker than them

Kira was undoubtedly brought in to bring a more Asian audience, but again, racism isn’t a pick and choose kind of thing. People who hated Kira and love Scott do not see Scott as Latinx. And Kira has more posts by a small margin mostly because she was there and she had a family and large ties to the plot. Not because kids loves k-pop (which wasn’t even that big during her run). 

And THIS:

Boyd is stereotyped as the big, buff Black guy who’s aggressive and athletic (but almost never seen as the brains of the group, despite his intelligence,xxx and comes from a poor background and answers to an assertive white man without question

Boyd was specifically not stereotypes as aggressive and athletic, and in all fanfic is usually the one who reasons and is most level headed. He came from a poor background, but so did Isaac, and he questioned Derek and Scott. This is what I mean, while I agree that it’s your interpretation, you can’t say it’s a universal interpretation and then judge others because of it. 

The only time I care is when people specifically dislike Scott because of perceived affronts to Stiles and/or Derek, and I say “perceived” because I refer specifically to ones those specific anons and antis take completely out of context, blow out of proportion, or just make up.

Lol, again, your perception, because I can give you several canon based reasons to be upset with Scott, but of course you’ll find a way, no matter how tangential to twist it, because he’s your fave and canon is a mess. This is the freaking point. Let people have their stories. It’s not hurting you if you also add in yours. 

I do not believe it is possible for a 16-year-old to consent to a romantic and/or sexual relationship with a 24/25-year-old, but this post isn’t about that

Please don’t believe that you’re the first person to try this argument because you’re not and also Derek was at most 23 when Stiles was 17 (and to make it more interesting he was 19 in the original unaired pilot, but they aged him up so Kate wouldn’t be full on statutory rape, good times!)

https://stickylovessterek.tumblr.com/post/151831687742/sterek-is-not-pedophilia

Now you might not like it, and that’s totally fine and valid. But age has no basis in their relationship. I’m more interested in power dynamics, which is why I didn’t like Aria/Fitz on PLL or Marrish (which I could have been on board for, but this show is trash). 

with perhaps me as Stiles, you as Scott, and the anon playing Theo during his villain phase circa season 5, trying to turn two people against each other over a larger ethics debate

Well, no, clearly I’m the Stiles since I’m right (i kid, I kid), but honestly, you’re the one putting the anon in this. I’ve been ignoring their hyperbole and we’ve been telling the antis to pick and choose and be discerning with their posts. That has nothing to do with me. If we’re Scott and Stiles then it’s one of us talking and the other not listening and doing theings they’re own way and the fact that both of us have different ideas as to which is which is really part of the fun. 

But it’s not racism. 

[princeescaluswords]

If You Don’t Know By Now ...

You know, if there’s an argument that I just don’t want to engage in with the Teen Wolf Fandom, it’s the idea that “how were we supposed to know that Scott was Latino?”

I know I’m not being fair.  These poor children, after eight years in the fandom, have no clue at all that Scott McCall was supposed to be Latino.   They completely missed his mother’s maiden name, Isaac Lahey’s jokes about loving Mexican, the whole iconography of Season 4, where Scott triumphs over his oppressors in Mexico, among others.  Outside of the show, they missed the nomination of Scott McCall for an Imagen award and the fact that Tyler Posey is Latino himself.  These poor clueless waifs were completely unaware.  /sarcasm

But you know what they didn’t miss?   They didn’t miss painting Scott McCall with every single stereotype of Latinos in United States culture.  Read any discussion at all on the way United States culture portrays Latinos and then come back to this check list.  

Sex-obsessed:  How can they deny that they applied the ‘Latin Lover’ stereotype to Scott?  How many times have they criticized Scott for wanting to be with and protect his girlfriend, who is a wonderful human being and in just as much danger as any other character?   But they don’t put it that way, do they?   They talk about how he ditches Stiles for Allison (which he didn’t do), how he doesn’t think of anyone but Allison (which he didn’t do), how he has his ‘head jammed up in Allison’s nethers’ (which he didn’t do).  How many times did he almost lose Allison because he kept werewolf secrets?  Why did he lose Allison because he got involved in the Hale/Argent War in Season 2 when he didn’t have to?  And then they criticize him for moving on to Kira (after being broken up with Allison for six months) and then Malia (after being apart from Kira for ten months).   Yet they continually criticize him for being girl-crazy.  Check. 

Passionately Out of Control:  How many times have they portrayed his relationship with Derek and Peter as one of irrational anger, as if he didn’t have the right to be upset with either of them.  How many times have they had someone cluck their tongue because they couldn’t understand why Scott hates Derek no matter how many times Derek tries to help him?  (As if manipulating Scott into trying to kill his uncle is helping him?  As if stepping on his throat is helping him?)  How many times is he scolded by fandom for treating repeated mental and physical violation at the hands of Peter as a bad thing rather than the blessing he should take it as?  How many times have they tried to argue that Scott had poor control compared to others (when that wasn’t true?).  Check.

Stubborn Machismo:  You don’t think they’ve tried to evoke the idea that Scott doesn’t listen to anyone else when he makes decisions?  Even though he often asked for advice from Deaton, Derek (after Season 2), Stiles?   I can list the number of times he listened to them and took their advice, but sometimes he didn’t, because sometimes they gave bad advice.  And from that, they paint him as an egotistical tyrant who doesn’t care about anything but his own morals, who is obsessed with making everyone do what he wanted even though he never actually made anyone who wasn’t a blood-soaked villain do anything.  Check.  

Uneducated and lazy:  Do I even need to point to the reams and reams of derision from the fandom about Stupid Scott?   Do I need to point to instance after instance where he’s portrayed as not interested in school and the only reason he’s passing is because Stiles forces him to study?  Take any random St*r*k fanwork and you’ll probably find “Scott was failing X classes because he was staring at the back of Allison’s/Kira’s/Malia’s/Isaac’s head or he was fixating on lacrosse.”  This is something they completely made up.  Check.  

The idea that Stiles stans and the St*r*k fandom didn’t know that Scott was supposed to be Latino but managed to paint him with all the most popular Latino stereotypes anyway is disingenuous bullshit.   It’s ass-covering nonsense, and I’m going to give it the consideration and respect such arguments deserve.

[rhabakoli]

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The week went by, finals creeped closer, Fenja and her roommate never saw each other anymore, one being always in the library (Fenja) and the other one (Maeve) always on the track or the gym. That’s why at lunch on Wednesday, the only day of the week where they had lunch break at the same time, they had to eat and catch up at the same time. Which, to be honest, they did not manage. “How’s your boyfriend?” “He’s fine. Buried somewhere under his books and his dog and his scripts.” Maeve shoved a piece of steak into her mouth, rolling with her eyes when her taste buds exploded. “How do they make this so good, I don’t understand?” Someone had to give Fenja a medal for understanding her even with cheeks like a chipmunk.

“There are actually faeries working in the kitchen, that’s why everything tastes so good.”, she remarked, stabbing her own food with vigour.

Maeve swallowed, taking a sip of her water and pointed her fork at her friend. “How’s your essay going? Deadline was yesterday, wasn’t it?” Fenja nodded. “I had some slight difficulties with the conclusion, that made me want to just burn it, but I got help. I hope Finehair is satisfied, I’d die if I disappointed him.” Maeve chuckled. “Isn’t it funny that no one ever calls him by his real name? Even the other professors call him Finehair.” “Come on, look at it. It’s beautiful.” Fenja grinned. “And no one can pronounce his last name without butchering it or biting off their tongue. It’s a service to him, if anything.” “I have to agree.”, a male voice came from next to them, made the roomies look up wide eyed. “Professor.”, Fenja pressed out, terrified that he heard her. Maeve looked like she had swallowed her tongue, eyes bulging and face red. Harald “Finehair” Halfdanarson stood at their table, thermos under his arm and papers in his hand. His hair was in his typical braid, that made half the long-haired population of their school turn green with envy. They wanted to break into his bathroom and take a look at his hair care regime. “I saw you, and wanted to congratulate you on your essay, it was brilliant, Ms. Mueller.” “Oh, thank you, Sir.” “I am off in a minute, I have a meeting, but I’d like to submit it to the YWA. If that is something you’d be interested in.” Maeve squeaked and grabbed her friends hand over the table, immediately answering for her. “Of course she is! She’d be stupid, if she didn’t!” Fenja just agreed silently, still staring at her professor in stunned silence. The man laughed at her enthusiasm and did a little bow. “I’ll make sure they get it, then. Have a nice day, ladies.” He tipped his imaginary hat and wandered off, leaving the two of them in tense, excited silence. That is, until Fenja found her voice and breathed: “What. The. Fuck.” Maeve started giggling manically, her food forgotten for once. “The freaking Young Writers Association, freaking hell, Fenja!” “What the fuck.” “I know!” Maeve got up, came around the table and latched onto her roommates shoulders, giddy and basically vibrating from joy. “The last person from our school to have their writing submitted was one of the Ragnarssons, wasn’t it?” Fenja nodded, absent-mindedly correcting her: “Actually, it was Gala. She was also the first woman to get awarded by them and have her articles in their publications.” “You’re gonna get into the Hall of Fame, darling! I can feel it.” “I think I’ll be sick.”

The Young Writers Association was an organisation oriented to support young talents, help them establish themselves in the writer’s world. They collaborated with legal firms specialized on publishing, publishing houses both internationally renowned and small local ones, and they were always striving for fair and transparent relations between providers and talents. Tons of people submitted their works, craving for the YWA to judge their words, and to actually get through to an editor- It was a big stepping stone, and to have a Professor’s opinion definitely carried a bit of an extra weight, made them look a bit closer and be harsher in their judgement. Fenja was out of it for the rest of the day, even though she tried to get on with her study plan. But her brain continued to pull out doubts and questionable comments and insecurities, which, frankly, she did not need right now. With a frustrated grunt, she shoved her pens and books away and let her head fall onto the desk, forehead colliding with the wood, making her regret that particular move on the spot. “Ouch.”, she murmured, rubbing at it. Her phone chimed, and then again, and again, and again. She pressed her thumb against the sensor, unlocking it successfully. Then, not taking her head from the wood, she read the emails she got. “Spam, Spam, Finehair,- Linguae Populi?” She halted, burrowing through her brain, but she didn’t associate anything with that name. “What the heck is that?” After opening the mail, she groaned again. “That freaking baboon.”

Dear Ms. Mueller,

My brother told me you’d like to help us with developing and testing our Translator. I want to thank you for your time and efforts, firstly. Secondly, I’d like to meet up, to explain our work ethic and to hash out the details of your work with us. If my brother is to believe, you’re fluent in German, which - coincidentally - is one of the languages we haven’t yet managed to translate at all.

I’d be delighted to hear back from you.

Ingrid Ivarsdottir Chief of Development Linguae Populi

“Well, fuck me.” That looked way professional. Poor Ingrid, being burdened with such a challenged truffle pig of a brother. She decided to write her back, to not let her wait too long and maybe get her hopes up. She decidedly did not have the time to do this. Definitely not. And if Ragnar had listened, he’d known as well. Afterward, she opened the email from her professor, sitting up rapidly as she read the single sentence he’d sent.

just informing you that i submitted your essay, I wish you luck

Oh noooooo. She’d die of nervous gastric problems. Her forehead thumped against the wooden surface once more, making her wince. That hurt.

After a couple of minutes wallowing in her self doubt and nervousness, and bouncing knees, she decided to do something productive with her energy and go for a run. Bad idea. Big mistake. Even a bigger mistake than letting Finehair submit her essay. Her lungs were probably cussing at her, her heart was threatening to break through her chest and strangle her with her own arteries and veins, her legs burned as well as her windpipe. “Fuck. Nah. Never again.” The schools ‘Athletic Campus’ was situated behind the administrative building, bracketed in by dorm buildings left and right. It held a huge American Football field, one for soccer/lacrosse, and around both were of them tracks, which were just enough to house both the track team and Fenja as well as a couple of fellow masochistic psychopaths. The soccer field was empty, so she decided to crawl there and die in the green grass. Her shirt camouflaged into it, maybe they’d let her rot here. Her breath was rattling in her lungs, she could feel her rapid pulse in her fingertips and she was 99.9% sure her legs would not carry her back to the dorms. “Are you dead yet? Do I get to live in a single room?” “Geh sterben.” “I may not know what that meant, but I do know it was not nice.” Maeve bent over her roomie, hands on her knees and broad grin on her face. “I saw you running. You never run.” “Yes, and I just now remembered why.” Fenja struggled to get up, so Maeve grabbed her hands and pulled her into a sitting position. “It’s awful.” “No, it’s not.” “Yeah it is. You, my dearest honeyboo, you are just crazy.” Maeve shrugged. “Might be, but you’ll regret not training with me when zombies are after us and try to eat our nutritious, healthy brains.” With that, she made her way back to her team, waving at her friend as she jogged over. Backwards. Such a bragging bugger. Fenja sat there for a while, watching her friend and the team do their drills, and let the sun shine on her back. It was really nice today, blue sky, fresh air, a small breeze. Her thoughts drifted, thinking about her plans for the coming week, whether she’d be able to visit her grandparents and when she’d have to do the final reviews before her exams. Thus, she did not hear the soccer team walk out, the guys playing and fucking around. And, who would guess, of course one of them sent a ball flying, right towards her unsuspecting figure.

**

Part 3

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Reno Rebuild Project awards Bar Down Hockey Shop with $50,000 small business loan.

RENO, NEV.— Nickel by nickel Reno Rebuild fund is growing to make one-of-a-kind loans to local small Downtown businesses. This September, the Project will be providing a $50,000 loan to the Bar Down Hockey Shop located inside Reno Ice: The Jennifer M. O'Neal Community Ice Arena in South Reno.

 The Reno Rebuild foundation is an alternative for funding support and rewards unique businesses with loans from $5k to $50k. These loans are span throughout 3-5yrs at a low-interest rate. All interest and repayments of the loans go back directly to the Reno Rebuild Fund for future projects and investments in our community.

 The Global pandemic Covid-19 has brought a new need to the local community for financial support and small businesses. This September, the Reno Rebuild project owners have graciously awarded Bar Down Hockey Shop as this year's largest recipient. Bar Down Hockey Shop will soon be northern Nevada's premier source for specialized hockey equipment, figure skating supplies, lacrosse equipment, outfitting, and education. As specialists in the top hockey and figure skating brands, Bar Down owners and employees ensure the best fit, quality, and price point for every player.

 Every time a guest enjoys a drink or meal at the Sierra Tap House, Ole Bridge Pub, and the Brewer's Cabinet, a nickel per item sold goes into the Reno Rebuild Fund at the Community Foundation. Once a year, the fundholders, Michael Connolly, Chris Kahl, and Zachary Cage, owners of the establishments listed above, help select one compelling idea from a Reno-based individual to receive a small business loan to make their dream a reality. 

 Being a small, local shop allows Bar Down to devote attention to players at each experience level, age, and gender and to help further grow community interest in hockey. "What we are looking for is a great idea that will bring something new to our city and improve our lives," said Kahl, co-founder. "Bar Down Hockey is exactly the type of business we strive to support," said Kahl.

 The Reno Rebuild loan is a low-interest loan with all principal and interest returning to the fund to help it grow, so more ideas get funded each year. All the money raised remains in northern Nevada, supporting the local economy and helping to rebuild our community - one small business at a time!

 This year the Bar Down Hockey Shop proposed expanding its operations inside Reno's newest Ice arena. With the locations already growing community support, it made sense to support the continued growth of this company through the Reno Rebuild Project," said Cage, co-founder.

 The Reno Rebuild Loan will help complete the development of the shop that will provide the necessary supplies, sporting equipment, and resources to the families and individuals in the area already enjoying the new Reno Ice facility.

 "The Reno Rebuild Project is such a special part of the community. It shows how much support entrepreneurs and local business owners have in Reno. This Project has made it possible for our new store to become a full picture reality." Said Austin Schoen, Co-Owner of Bar Down Hockey Shop.

Austin Schoen, the founder of Bar Down Hockey Shop, opened his first location in Lincoln, Nebraska, in 2015. He later opened a second shop in Kansas City. Having the Reno Rebuild Project support his business expansion to northern Nevada, has proved to himself and his team that continued success is possible with hard work and a grand vision!

 If you would like to support the Reno Rebuild project, you can easily purchase a beer or a meal from the restaurants listed above; your nickels will add up. To be a more significant part of the bright Reno Rebuild Project, donate directly (and more than a nickel!) to the fund. Help to lift our community and make a dream come true.

 For more information, visit http://renorebuild.com/.