#Oregon College Freshman

[mzminola]

Because something superhero comics, noir, and fanfic all have in common is leaning into soap opera convolutedness, @alexmaybe & I have come up with the Bruce Wayne Spawn Shell Game AU, in which the middle kids are all biologically Bruce’s.

(Dick really is John & Mary Grayson’s, and Damian is Talia’s direct clone.)

No one finds this out until Batman!Bruce & Robin!Damian are fighting a magic user who has heard rumors that Robin is Batman’s son (rumors started by Damian’s not so quiet comments about being The Blood Son). The mage gloats that they’re going to use a “teleport everyone with X trait to me” spell to yank Robin over, and use the disorientation of teleportation to take him hostage. “I will summon Batman’s direct blood descendents! Mwa ha ha ha!”

Cue Damian staying firmly at Bruce’s side, while Cass in street wear with bubble tea, Jason doing gear maintenance, a random college student studying for exams, and Tim in his pajamas pop out of the ether all within a yard of the mage.

The mage regrets their life choices.

~

Now, how did we get here?

Firstly, during the years Bruce is doing his world tour of Learning Batman Skills while still swinging in and out of Gotham, Bruce is seeking physical activity to make his brain shut up, and also seeking intimacy but keeping too many secrets to let himself actually get close to people, so he is sleeping with Even More People Than In His Batman Years. He remembers condoms but always doesn’t use them perfectly.

Bruce meets Sandra & Carolyn Wu-San at their dojo in Brooklyn. Some time later when David Cain coerces Sandra into reproductive sex, she seeks out every male martial artist she vaguely respected or thought had potential to sleep with them too as a Fuck You to undermine Cain’s scheme without openly breaking their deal.

Bruce has a one-night stand with pre-transition Willis Todd, both of them just giving their first (legal) name, no contact info. Figuring out several months later that he’s pregnant but no clue how to find the other father, Willis, who does want kids someday, weighs the pros and cons of “having trouble making ends meet right now, can I support a kid?” with “everyone says pregnancy would be harder later in transition,” and opts to have Jason now.

Sheila Haywood is either a friend or a bribable hospital worker (or both) who agrees to put her name down as the mom so Willis can legally be his kid’s dad without any complicated paperwork. Willis and Catherine never got around to telling Jason before both of them died. When Jason showed up at the camp thinking Sheila was his bio-mom she rolled with it, figuring she could get details of why he thought that later, and then unfortunately [canon ensued].

It won’t be until the spell incident happens that Bruce puts together one night stand Wilhelmina with Why do the pictures of Willis Todd look kinda familiar? Because he definitely never slept with Catherine or Sheila.

Bruce meets, befriends and sleeps with Janet Drake while going on an archaeological research binge. He’s also still having a lot of random bar and nightclub hook-ups.

Some months later, while Jack is out of town on a business trip, Janet complains to Bruce that Jack really wants a son, but the latest ultrasound shows a female fetus. Janet really doesn’t want to deal with pregnancy ever again, but Jack isn’t open to adoption, and ugh if only Janet could just swap this one for a male infant. It would be so easy to nudge Jack into an archeology dig closer to the due date, he’d never have to know!

(No, neither Bruce nor Janet have thought maybe Bruce got Janet pregnant instead of Jack.)

“You’ve got this knack for finding odd things at just the right moment, Brucie…”

Janet knows it’s a long shot, and dubiously ethical because adoption records exist for good reason, and if they can’t find a baby that works she’ll just have to dig her heels in with Jack against trying for a son, but if Bruce could find a baby…

Bruce makes no promises other than keeping an eye and ear out.

Anyway, Bruce isn’t Batman yet, but he’s home between tutors on his World Tour and venturing into the city in various disguises to learn more about Gotham’s underworld, and getting into trouble. So it is Bruce Wayne with a fresh concussion, not a drunk Brucie, who stumbles into an alley to vomit and finds a baby in a dumpster.

It’s a very full dumpster, one half of the lid broken off. An orange cat (who may or may not be Teekl returning a future favor) is curled around the newborn baby boy. The infant has a shock of hair as dark as Janet’s.

Concussed Bruce walks all the way to the Drake townhouse marveling at the tiny hand gripping his finger so tight.

Janet schedules a C-section. Bruce forges Timothy Jackson Drake’s birth certificate and arranges the adoption of Janet’s daughter by a family in Oregon. He keeps tabs on them over the years, preparing a Wayne Foundation scholarship to the college of her choice someday.

~

Back to the magic incident: Nightwing and Batwoman were on their way there as back-up when the mage cast the summoning spell, so Dick is able to hug Damian as the kid bluescreens about Not Being The Blood Son.

Bruce awkwardly explains that yes, he ran Damian’s DNA when Talia dropped him off, but when he realized Damian was Talia’s direct clone, he also realized Talia was taking steps to ensure her child escaped the League of Assassins, by attaching him to one of the few people on the planet who can go toe to toe with (and even defeat) her father. Bruce opted to go along with Talia’s choice.

Kate has gotten popcorn from somewhere, munching on it while Bruce desperately thinks back to his Mega Ho Years to figure out how everyone else happened.

Cass is feeling a vindictive sort of smugness about not being David Cain’s bio-kid. He’s still her dad, but he only got part of what he wanted from Shiva.

Jason is pissed at Bruce for not figuring it out earlier, but kinda relieved that Sheila wasn't actually his mom.

The freshman college student from Oregon is really annoyed, she was at study group and she CANNOT fail this class!!! Now she’s on the entire opposite coast???

Tim is having some feelings about how fucking soap opera his origins turn out to be. Bruce slept with his mom Janet, but also she wasn’t his birth mom, he was adopted and no one told him??? Who the heck is his other birth parent??? What were the odds of his apparent bio-parent Bruce being the one to find him??? Wait, was finding baby Tim in a dumpster why younger!Bruce suddenly had Wayne Enterprises put money into improving and proliferating Safe Drop-Off Sites in Gotham???

(He is Not Thinking About his complicated relationship with Jack.)

~

Tim, when things are just starting to quiet down: “Wait, so does Talia have XY chromosomes, or does Damian have XX? Because I’ve done a lot of of cloning lab work, and—”

Damian: “Don’t talk about my mother’s chromosomes, dumpster baby.”

Tim: >:(

Bruce, very tired: “Damian, don’t call your brother a dumpster baby.”

Damian, indignant: “But you just told us you found him in a dumpster as an infant!”

Freshman college student: “Dude, it’s still fucking rude? Like how would you like being called a test tube baby?”

Damian: /draws sword/

Dick, pushing sword back into sheath: “No drawing weapons on civilians. Or calling Tim rude things. Tim, I think any chromosome questions are Talia and Damian’s personal medical business, so please don’t speculate on them.”

Tim, sarcastically: “Sorry, I forgot medical privacy exists after how you all reacted to the spleen thing.”

Freshman college student: “Spleen thing?”

Tim: “Don’t worry, it’s not genetic. Speaking of, B, you’re gonna have to update, like, all our medical history now.”

Bruce, even more tired: "Hn."

[azzifudd]

An old article right before Azzi moved into her summer as a Freshman at UConn. Talks a lot about recruitment and her decision making which honestly is very revealing on why she didn't pick west coast schools + this bonus section:

"About halfway through Fudd’s workout, one of her friends slowly makes her way into the gym on crutches.

Most of the dozen or so people in the gym at least steal a glance, but Fudd barely acknowledges Paige Bueckers as she moves along the baseline and sits down on a nearby bench.

The young face of women’s college basketball, the first freshman to win national player of the year, Bueckers met Fudd years ago through Team USA. They have grown close in the time each has grown famous.

“We just sort of get each other,” Bueckers said.

Bueckers had been spending more time at the Fudds’ house on her summer break. The girls were at a sleepover the night before and woke up early to go to Bueckers’s physical therapy. (She had surgery on her right ankle in April.) Fudd did virtual school on a laptop in the car as they bounced around town, stopping at Starbucks before heading to the nail salon.

They will see plenty more of each other in college. Bueckers had been lobbying hard for Fudd to join her in Storrs, despite visits to schools all over the country: Maryland, Louisville, Oregon and Texas, among others. In the fall, the Fudds told Bueckers they had exciting news and had some fun at her expense by dragging out the reveal.

“She had to pull up the receipts and show me the proof for me to actually believe her,” Bueckers said."

https://www.phillytrib.com/sports/basketball/azzi-fudd-one-of-the-most-celebrated-high-school-players-ever-prepares-for-a-new/article_461fcdbb-f0e8-5a7b-b8b6-84a400935906.html

'“We just sort of get each other,” Bueckers said.' Yeah.

[blood-loving-leech]

i need to leave the country but also like….

this college in oregon has epic architecture, cool ass traditions, is the safest lgbtq college in the state, and has a whole dorm building for queer people to live in if they want to together

also they allow small pets in shared housing which means i could have a rat as a FRESHMAN

also the cafeteria not only serves homemade food, you can get ingredients to cook back at your house block for you and your dorm mates and it’s giving like, every movie about high school students at a boarding school being besties living together and i WANT TO GO THERE SOOOO BAD

but also

i need to leave the country

[boredcoldandhungry]

Teacher AU pt 2

prev part

Nico decided, right then and there as he stood in front of the entire freshman class during their orientation assembly, that he needed to start saying no to his students.

It started way back in May, right before the school year ended, when Nico was eating lunch with Will in Will's classroom. A few kids sat at the desks eating and chatting amongst themselves while Nico and Will sat at the teacher's desk.

Then Calvin Douglas strutted into the room.

"Ah! There are my favorite teachers!" Calvin loudly exclaimed, scaring the freshmen in the corner of the room.

"Hello Calvin! What can I do for you?" Will asked politely.

"Mr. Di Angelo-Solace... es, woah you guys need a nick name or something. Anyway, as you know I'm going to be senior president of the student council next year," he said, pulling a desk closer to where they were sitting and sitting on top of it.

"Yes I heard, congratulations," Nico replied, giving the student a weary look.

"Yeah thanks, so, I was thinking, for freshman orientation next year, we have them play a game," he brought his hands up to make a dramatic gesture in front of his face, "match the class to the Di Angelo-Solace!"

And after a few harassing emails, Nico ended up standing next to his husband in front of the whole incoming freshman class.

"Okay freshman!" Calvin's voice boomed out of the sound system as he yelled into a microphone standing next to Nico. "Now that you've learned our school chants, we have a game for you guys! The two wonderful teachers standing next to me are both Mr. Di Angelo-Solace. Now they have the same name but they teach wildly different classes and your job is to figure out which is which, okay?"

The freshmen let out a confused cheer. Nico smirked at the visible wheels turning in their heads. The favorite guess as to why they have the same last name Nico had gotten so far was 'Are you guys cousins? Or is one of you adopted and you're brothers?' They lived in Oregon for god sakes you'd think the kids would be able to figure it out.

Nico was brought back to the present by Calvin's voice screaming through the speakers again. "Okay, between the two of them they teach... History! English! Italian! Art history! andddd Journalism!!"

This kid could easily become a demagogue if he ever rose to power. Nico would still probably vote him for president.

"Okay I have these necklaces with the names of the classes on the lanyard, when I point to a teacher cheer if you think that's their class, whoever gets more cheers will get the necklace! Everyone got it?"

Cheers of approval filled the gymnasium and Nico felt Will shift closer to him.

Calvin went through all five classes while simultaneously causing Nico and Will severe hearing loss.

Will ended up with the English lanyard, which was pretty obvious. He was wearing a cardigan for god sakes. He also ended up with art history which made Nico giggle considering the only thing Will knew about art is whatever he picked up from Nico's rants during his college art finals.

The kids almost got Nico right giving him history, Italian, and Journalism. Nico was far too dyslexic to be in charge of the school paper, but everything else was right.

The kids seemed pretty proud of themselves to have gotten most of their guesses right.

"Alrighty give them a big round of applause guys!! We'll start our next game in a second!"

Nico and Will sat down in the teachers section. Will grabbed Nico's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

It was gonna be a good school year.

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[dadvans]

missing language.

if livejournal posts were still real. this would be it.

i started learning japanese when i was 11 years old, around early summer 2000, from my aunt from okinawa. she would practice with me in the gazebo when she and my uncle would come to visit for family reunions in the midwest, and would continue to buy me tapes, movies, CDs to start learning the language.

my school district was one of the lowest in the country growing up. we had a prestigious japanese immersion charter school, and after a disastrous middle school year, i ended up applying and being accepted. grades four to twelve. each year we were in different (sometimes abandoned or condemned) buildings up until halfway through my freshman year. despite occupying abandoned churches and gymnasiums, we had the highest test scores, and most exclusive college acceptance rates in oregon. it was either that good or that bad. we all hated each other the way family hates each other.

i won my division three years running for the oregon japanese speech contest through my ninth grade year.

i moved to japan two days after my sixteenth birthday. the year and a half that followed was not easy. i had a host family for a period of time that constantly kicked me out, starved me, and found other families for me to live with. i had another family where the host dad tried to molest me twice by taking me to remote locations. when i became fluent, really fluent, around the 6 to 8 month mark (long after i passed the JLPT 3 at the time, which is now closer to JLPT 2), after months of isolating myself in the computers at class to speak english to abroad friends for an hour a day, i told my japanese school friends, and they were horrified. they stepped up in ways i never knew. it wasn't usual for someone to be so forthcoming, and yet they all recognized it as an extreme circumstance, invited me into their inner circle. my home room teachers took notice and would take me out for lunch. my host family situation was codename ONI BABA, and even another family that eventually took me in would refer to her as such, when i asked if i could borrow her koto for a public concert (yeah, the one instrument it turns out i'm a prodigy at is okoto. Played my first concert at a local Obon festival within a week of starting. Talk to me about how Hana Kage is a fucking bitch. this version of 回転���馬 was what i was performing after a year. if you can find my old livejournal account, i guarantee there is a really terrible version recorded on my motorola razr still live).

by the time i was seventeen i was allowed to be on payroll to act as a translator for a month-long "jan-term" project with my mom in japan, where we took about 13 students across the main land. back at my american school i was writing all my essays in japanese, in the style i had been taught in japan (it was WILD to relearn how to rewrite english essays when living abroad-- that shit does NOT translate sometimes).

i went to college. i was immediately accepted into the higher ed programs my school provided. they were working toward offering a major, but only had a minor present. i signed on for level 300 with 8 other students.

the professor hated me. that is the nicest word for it. she would have typos on her quizzes. she would make fun of my hokkaido accent. but the worst part was when i was sexually assaulted by one of the other 8 students in the class, went to her during office hours to request that she not pair me with that student out of fear, and then she proceeded to exclusively pair me with that student on projects.

i was also learning i had a learning disability, but the student union health center refused to directly prescribe me medication for my disability, or refer my outwards--what happened instead was i was put on a prescription that had not been recommended outside of extreme epilepsy (carbamezapine), and when i expressed my fear that it was resurfacing suicidal tendencies, the doctor in charge doubled the dosage and encourage me to kill myself.

it was an ordeal. it was an ordeal that i documented. it was an ordeal that by spring 2008, i was accused of cheating on a test i got less than 30% on because i was so fucking out of it by a woman who would only partner me with a man who had sexually abused me. and when i confronted her about it on tape, with a medical transcript of what i had endured for the past year, i have a recording of her saying, "I don't need a piece of paper to tell me that you have problems."

Anyway, she went on sabbatical to adopt a kid the next year. Idiot sex pest remained in my classes, but god, he really sucked. I had to leave through most of my 400-level classes because I was working a lot. Most of my classes were essentially unpaid labor where we were translating books and providing subtitles for movies that were ready for American distribution. Half of my classmates my second year were born in Japan and spoke Japanese better than English but were able to cop out a foreign language credit, and they were honestly my favorite friends in the class, even if that's a steep fucking grading curve. Asshole teacher appeared once my spring semester, but knowing she took the year off, I actually completed my minor degree my sophomore year in early 2009.

And then I never really spoke Japanese again.

And it's hard. Whenever I'm introduced to media, I'm like, god, I forgot that. I remember that. I knew that, once upon a time. I remember conversations in English that weren't in English. And I remember when I was in my senior year of High School, I would be speaking Japanese and forget that I was speaking Japanese, that sometimes no one else except my teacher or friend who were equally fluent understood too. I miss that feeling. I feel shame, sometimes, at letting it go. I know I still have the pronunciation and local dialect, but it's hard to be reminded of how much I forgot.

When I started learning first, very close to when I was still fluent, Indonesian, and more recently, French, my backup language in my head has always been Japanese instead of English. My wife used to tell me I had a Japanese accent when I would try to speak French (fun fact: one of my friends in Japan was learning French and spoke zero English, and only then did I understand the horror of French phonetics), and it took me literally over a month of quietly practicing my R's in my car when I would get home from work for her to be like, oh you sound like a regular Anglo (read: white boy trying so hard and yet).

Whenever I get back into the mindset of becoming fluent in French (mandatory!), and restart the journey from where I left off these past years, I ache something fierce and weird for my Japanese. It is, surface level, a sense of failure. I couldn't hold onto you, I wouldn't have known how to try. There were obstacles. There were so many bad memories. And yet, sometimes I will be in bed with my wife, and she will be watching a Japanese show, and I will be like, "Did he really say that?" and she will say, "Oh God, I forgot that you knew Japanese."

Some things are bone deep and will probably never go away. I guess I'm still in mourning for the language that I lost as I continue to learn a new language. I want to be better, I know I can be better this time! And yet, I'm afraid that every step forward, I'll lose what I have of my second language identity. I have already lost so much.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

do you guys know of any fics where kurt or blaine likes being called pet names a lot? or when they begin to try them out and one admits they like it and want to continue using them?

I know that in most of her fics, @gleefulpoppet uses pet names. Here is one example, but check out the rest.

Pressed against the Glass by @gleefulpoppet

Is it possible that the most extraordinary love story ever told starts on a chilly October morning in New York with an impromptu twirl and an elbow to a stranger’s face? Kurt wouldn’t have thought so, but when it happens, his heart stops. It’s just one touch, but is that all it takes to believe? Should he take a chance and never look back? But what happens when the stranger runs away, even though he finally feels complete and brought to life? Is it just a dream—or will he let his walls come down? Will they live with regrets or find the love that will make them feel young forever?

AKA: The one about soulmates (by choice) and the italicized Oh.

~~~~~

In this one< Blaine calls him "babe" or "Baby" a lot, and at first Kurt isn't sure.

Go your own way by zavacado

Kurt Hummel just wants to get through his Junior Year at McKinley in one piece. But when the new guy from Dalton Academy Reform School for Boys takes an alarming interest in him, he's certain he's going to be in for a wild ride. Badboy!Blaine, Klaine, AU

~~~~~

From a previous ask - check out these:

The Symphony Verse by shandyall

Blaine has spent most of his life feeling like the only thing people notice about him is that he stutters. He’s working hard to overcome his (mostly self created) roadblocks when he meets Kurt in an online class the summer after his freshman year of college.

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Glory Series by  Cleverboots (Amberlovesocean)

Kurt is assaulted after singing at a school dance and is left for dead, thrown aboard an empty train car at the railroad freight yard to hide the crime.

He wakes up to find he’s been tossed off the car somewhere in an Oregon logging camp, 2500 miles from home. A curly-haired kid named Blaine finds Kurt and protects him by hiding him in his cabin and teaching him how to survive.

~~~~~

When The Time Is Right by @fictionallylost

Kurt is 25, successful, handsome and sought after by all, but still looking for more, Bar Owner Blaine 10 years his senior is on the exact same journey of looking for love and life. A/U

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Westerville Abbey Verse by @hkvoyage

Blaine is the second son of the earl of Westerville, and is considered the spare heir. After his 18th birthday, he attends the London Season to fulfill his duty of finding a wife. He soon realizes he is more attracted to the new footman. Kurt, who has just arrived at Westerville Abbey to work alongside his father, becomes equally as smitten with the earl’s youngest son. Will Blaine and Kurt be able to overcome their class differences in 1910s England? Will their forbidden love survive WW1? A Downton Abbey inspired historical Klaine AU.

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Let us know anymore! ~Jen

[painfullymeta]

Warning: I'm Gonna Be Earnest Now

I am deep in my feels right at the moment so I am actually making a post of my own on this, the deep in my feels hellsite.

I am late GenX.  (Not quite what gets called Xennial IMO but definitely in what gets called the Oregon Trail (Micro)Generation.)  And for all you young whippersnappers, you have to understand "The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there.” ( - L. P. Hartley)

I am old enough to remember when AIDS was named GRID.  ("Gay-related immune deficiency.”)  I am old enough to remember ACT-UP, the Reagans’ abandonment, “If I die of AIDS just leave me on the steps of the FDA”, all those things that tired older people on tumblr try to remind people of when the TERFs come around to tell us to stop saying “queer” as if Queer Nation was a goddamn hallucination I had when I was a kid.

On the last day of high school, after the last exam, when none of us would have to ever see each other again if we so chose – that was the day that one of my friends, someone I had eaten lunch near every day since partway through freshman year, said to me “I have something to tell you.  I’m gay.”  And then he followed it up with “Is that okay?”

I hugged him.  He broke my goddamn heart and I hugged him.  "Is that okay," he asked me. Is it okay to be who I am, near you.

I was in college before I met someone who identified herself as a lesbian — and I went to a women’s college until I lost my shit and dropped out, and I expect that if I hadn’t done that I might have gone longer.

(Of course at the same time as I was clueless and not meaningfully connected with any sort of queer culture I somehow wound up with a friendgroup who, if we got bored and couldn’t come up with anything else to do, would watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show together.  This is what we did instead of going to Homecoming.)

By 2000, I was vaguely aware of trans things existing, and in fact met my first trans person while at Brighton Pride that year, though we didn’t really speak (I was there as the guest of some people in his extended social group) and I was vaguely confused and too awkward to try to do more than ‘observe and try not to fuck this up’.  I met a nonbinary person for the first time around then as well, and zie was the only one I knew of for nearly a decade.

By the mid-oughts I was with it enough to ask someone what pronouns she wanted me to use for her before sharing something about her on a message board.

(I am also old enough to have spent time on multiple message boards.  I’m old enough to resent the internet going through the world wide web instead of email and usenet actually.)

Sometime in the early oughts I guess I was at the subcommittee hearing in the Boston State House that was discussing, among other things, whether we might consider possibly condescending to allow same-sex couples to marry.  I was even going to testify!  (Please be impressed with my early twenties autistic ass I was terrified.)  There was a guy there - a senator on the committee - who was asking every person who came up if they were going to force his church to marry the gays.  Catholic, y’know, this being Massachusetts.  I revised my speech in my head to note that if we weren’t forcing the Catholic churches to marry divorcees yet he didn’t need to worry about it.

(Then my nose decided to haemhorrage all over my entire life and I couldn’t get it to stop bleeding so rather than testify while looking like an entire murder victim I went home.)

I was in my thirties when pregnancy-induced dysphoria made me start seriously thinking about my own sense of gender.

I was in my forties before I bought a binder.

I am from another fucking planet.  (The past is a foreign country.)

I know kids - multiple kids - who knew enough to identify as lesbians at an age younger than I think I knew that word.  (And I am one of those humans of freakish and unreasonable vocabulary and always have been.)

I crack jokes with one of my kids about the Queer Kids Stairs at their school, because that’s where the GSA kids hang out together after activities get out.  (While GSAs were around while I was a kid, they started in Massachusetts according to Wikipedia and that is not where I was when I was a kid, and to my best recollection I didn’t hear about them existing at all until I was an adult.)

I live in a world where my social circles include queer people of my generation, of older generations, of younger generations, and oh my gods, I look at the kids and my heart tries to explode.

My oldest knows more than one trans kid.  More than one *affirmed* trans kid.  (And we’ve talked a bit about the social dynamics that might make it more likely for the trans boys to be out than the trans girls, even now.)

And I’m writing this because of one of those trans boys, who is in the Coming of Age group at our church, and who is, apparently, in his credo, citing that thing I’ve seen on the tumblrs more than once, about how being trans means being a participant in the holy, divine process of creation, coming into being as himself.

And guys?

I’m not from the same planet as that kid.

Because I’m in my forties and I don’t even know what I’m creating.  And I’m terrified.

And here’s this kid coming out there with that as a core statement of belief that he’s prepared to stand up in front of, as the phrase goes ‘God and everyone’, to claim.

(I need to remember to talk to him about how in my Craft tradition there’s a canonically transmasc god.)

I know I’ve got at least two teenagers reading me and I just.  Y’all got this.  I know it’s hard and the world is scary and it’s fucking coming for us all but you are amazing and I am so full of inarticulate alexithymic feelings about all of you. The ones I know and the ones I don't.

We've come a long way from "Is that okay?" and you heal my broken heart.

[pavlovianpanic]

so i’ve been super vague on if nathan comes back to oregon from florida his senior year or junior but i’m committing to junior for a few reasons and thats mostly because —

a) his dad has time to buy the school and get this academy going, b) it gives nathan more time in oregon, c) it fits the transition from being a high school his junior year to a senior only two year program (your senior high school year and your first year of college technically is the idea), and d) it caters a bit to bts content which im not following for nathan (it really messes him and chloe up who i write both of, they just never meet directly but also i follow a vibe of as she was being expelled from blackwell she also had a slightly different look / wasn’t our blue goddess yet lmao she knows OF him but they never met face-to-face and that probably has a bit to do with rachel’s influence).

i could even cater this to sophomore but he spent at least his freshman year of high school in florida, which he misses

[prettyhennytea]

Buckeye’s Soar Past Vols, Set Up Rose Bowl Rematch with Oregon

Sip, Savor, & Spill the Tea:

The Ohio State Buckeyes, fueled by a dominant first half and a stifling defense, cruised past the Tennessee Volunteers 42-17 in the first round of the College Football playoff. This victory secured a spot in the quarterfinals and served as a much-needed statement after a disappointing loss to Michigan.

A Teal-licious Start:

The Buckeyes came out swinging, scoring touchdowns on their first three possessions. Freshman phenom Jeremiah Smith showcased his electrifying speed with a 37-yard touchdown reception, and running Quinshon Judkins added another score on the ground. TreVeyon Henderson capped off the explosive opening quarter with a 29-yard touchdown run, leaving the Volunteers reeling. 

The Tea Turns Bitter:

Tennessee showed some life in the second quarter, but the Buckeyes defense clamped down, limiting the Vols’ offense. Quarterback Will Howard, the transfer from Kansas State, silenced his doubters with a stellar performance, completing 24 of 29 passes for 311 yards and two touchdowns. He effectively utilized his playmakers, including Smith and Emeka Egbuka, proving he can elevate the Buckeyes’ offense.

Injuries and Imbalances:

The Volunteers were hampered by injuries throughout the game, losing key players like running back Dylan Sampson and wide receivers Dont’e Thomton and Squirrel White. This forced quarterback Nico Iamaleava to carry the load with his legs, rushing for 20 carries and two touchdowns.

Big Ten Dominance:

This victory further solidified the Big Ten’s dominance in college football. With four teams boasting 11 wins and three advancing to the CFP quarter-finals, the conference is making a strong statement. While some critics questioned the Big Ten’s strength of schedule, the Buckeyes and Penn State emphatically responded with convincing victories over ACC and SEC opponents.

Rose Bowl Rematch:

The Buckeyes now face a familiar foe in the Rose Bowl: the Oregon Ducks. These two teams engaged in a thrilling regular-season matchup, with Oregon edging out Ohio State in a last-second finish. This rematch promises to be another epic battle, with both teams eager to prove their dominance on the grandest stage. 

The Verdict:

The Buckeyes served notice to the rest of the nation with their convincing victory over Tennessee. With a potent offense and a stifling defense, they are a force to be reckoned with in this year’s College Football Playoff. The Rose Bowl showdown against Oregon will be a true test of their championship mettle.

[deatherella]

Gettin' Schooled @ SSU

Poppycock offspring M-V have started their college careers. Here's a few sets of them at Sim State University.

Mayhem, Nancy, and Oregon are in a dorm. They've finished their freshman year.

Pippi and Tippi have rented a small house. They've finished their freshman year.

Since Verily cant' get along with half her siblings, she's renting a house with the Student Housing family from the Sim Bin. So far, no bickering with her room-mates but the rest of campus seems fair game to her. No, she's never happy, but they did all complete their Freshman year.

Quinlinn and Rani share a house with a couple Sim Bin stragglers - Erik Swain and Jimmy Phoenix.

They've been busy with school and play. It's hard for them to study with all the campus townies coming over all the time. Erik skipped his assignment one time too many and got expelled. I'll have to see about getting them another roomie. They've gotten through their Sophomore year.

[justforbooks]

It is easily arguable that the most significant technique change in athletics was high jumping’s “Fosbury flop”. Dick Fosbury, who has died aged 76, invented the eponymous unconventional way of getting over the bar. In the words of the American coach John Tansley, “he literally turned his event upside down”, but besides the sport, the flop’s impact as a paradigm change was even more remarkable.

For millennia, humans had proceeded over obstacles in their paths one foot at a time. Even as the sport of athletics was refined, high jumpers basically followed the techniques of hurdlers and steeplechasers without considering that they, unlike those runners, did not have to continue to propel themselves forward after their jumps. The early “scissors” technique was essentially a hurdle of the bar; the later techniques, the “straddle” and various rolls, looked the way their names implied. High jumpers preceding Fosbury were tall but strong, like sprinters, in the upper body.

The “flop” – which you can see hints of in the twisting rolls of great jumpers who preceded him, Charlie Dumas, John Thomas or Valeriy Brumel – did not come to Fosbury in a “eureka” moment, but as he tinkered with his traditional technique while still at high school in the early 1960s. He found himself moving his body more and more sideways, until finally he was jumping with his back to the bar, body parallel to the ground, and legs perpendicular to it. As his head and torso went over, he would kick his legs high, landing face up on his shoulders. The jump began to describe a parabola.

Despite his coach’s scepticism, the results were evident, and when a photo in the local paper was captioned “Fosbury Flops Over Bar”, the jump had acquired its name. Finishing second in the 1965 Oregon state championships as a senior, he jumped 6ft 5 ½in, fractionally under two metres.

There were others out there developing their own versions, notably the Canadian Debbie Brill, who, aged 17, won Commonwealth Games gold in 1970 at 17 using the “Brill bend”. Those innovators were aided by a small but significant development: high jumpers had always landed, on their feet or on hands and one foot, in pits of sand or sawdust; during the 60s, mats filled with foam rubber started to replace pits. As Dumas, who in 1956 became the first man to clear 7ft, explained in a 1986 interview, “I couldn’t have mastered [the flop]; I just didn’t have the range of motion. On the other hand, the floppers could never have jumped 7ft 8 or 9in and landed in sawdust pits like we did; they could break their necks.”

At Oregon State University, Fosbury’s college coach tried to switch him back to the “western roll”, but agreed to let him use the flop in his freshman team meets. In 1967, he broke the school record with a 6ft 10in (2.08m) leap; all talk of western rolls disappeared. The next year, he won his first of two national college titles clearing 7ft 2½in, then won the US Olympic trials in Los Angeles. But Olympic officials, afraid the flop would not work in the altitude of Mexico City, where the summer 1968 Games were to be held, scheduled a second trial above sea level. He scraped in as the third of three qualifiers, all clearing 2.20m, but Fosbury having more misses.

In Mexico City, he won his gold medal, the only jumper to clear an Olympic record 2.24m after a gruelling competition; he failed at three attempts to break Brumel’s world record of 2.28m. The Olympics introduced the Fosbury flop to the world, and showed fellow jumpers film of the style; previously most had seen only photos. By the time Munich staged the games in 1972, 28 of the 40 jumpers were “flopping”.

Born in Portland, Oregon, Fosbury grew up in Medford, where his father, Doug, drove a lumber truck and his mother, Helen (nee Childers), worked as a secretary and was a concert pianist. Fosbury grew tall (6ft 4in) but was not strong, weighing only around 13 stone throughout his career, and had been cut from his high school’s basketball and gridiron teams before finding his way into athletics.

He never equalled his performance in Mexico City and never broke the world record; Brumel’s mark fell to the American Pat Matzdorf, who cleared 2.29m, still using the straddle. But in 1973, Dwight Stones, who had watched Fosbury in Mexico as a 14-year-old, became the first world record-holding flopper at 2.30m, and virtually all jumpers since have flopped. The current world record is 2.45m, set by Cuba’s Javier Sotomayor in 1993.

Following Mexico, Fosbury returned to Oregon State, won his second NCAA title in 1969 and finished his civil engineering degree while competing on the amateur circuit. As more athletic jumpers adopted his technique, he failed to make the US team for the 1972 Munich Olympics. He joined the short-lived professional international track association tour in 1973, then retired and moved to Ketcham, Idaho, and set up a firm specialising in bike and running trails. He became a motivational speaker and author of books such as The Fosbury Flop: A New Philosophy for Success, and Leap of Faith: Overcoming Obstacles and Achieving Success.

He was also a vice-president of the US Olympic Association, served as a county commissioner, and ran unsuccessfully for Congress as a Democrat in conservative Idaho.

In 2008 he was diagnosed with lymphoma in his lower vertebrae; after spinal surgery and chemotherapy, the cancer went into remission. From 2011 to 2019 he served as president of the non-profit World Olympians Association.

With his third wife, Robin Tomasi, whom he met in a swing-dancing class, Fosbury ran a horse farm in Bellevue, Idaho. His first marriage, to Janet Jarvis, and second, to Karen Thomas, both ended in divorce; he is survived by Robin, by a son, Erich, and two stepdaughters, Stephanie and Kristen, from his second marriage, and by a sister, Gail.

🔔 Dick (Richard Douglas) Fosbury, high jumper, born 6 March 1947; died 12 March 2023

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[bongaboi]

Ohio State: 2024 College Football Playoff National Champions

The Buckeyes are back on top, as Ohio State took down Notre Dame, 34-23, to win the College Football Playoff National Championship Game at Mercedes-Benz Stadium in Atlanta on Monday night.

Ohio State has now won nine college football titles, tying them with USC for fourth-most ever among NCAA's officially recognized championships.

This is also the first title since the 2014 season, which was the inaugural College Football Playoff.

The Buckeyes have been such a different team since losing to Michigan in their rivalry game. And after convincingly defeating Tennessee (42-17), Oregon in the Rose Bowl (41-21), and Texas in the Cotton Bowl (28-14), Ohio State used their high-octane offense to barrel its way past Notre Dame to win it all.

But this game wasn’t like previous Ohio State wins during this playoff, as the Fighting Irish really made a statement on an opening drive that lasted 18 plays and killed over nine minutes of first quarter clock.

And it was all thanks to the hard work by quarterback Riley Leonard and the Notre Dame offensive line.

Leonard ran nine times for 34 yards and scored after picking up a fourth-and-1 on Ohio State’s five-yard line. ESPN even reported that Leonard ran to the sideline, threw up and stumbled a bit before sitting on the bench. He also appeared to tell teammates that he landed on the ball on one of the runs, which could’ve caused the upset stomach.

However, the tides of momentum quickly shifted to the Ohio State sideline, as Will Howard and his group of talented weapons didn't just respond, but took over when they had the ball in their hands.

The ensuing drive went 11 plays and 75 yards, as freshman phenom Jeremiah Smith capped the drive with a perfect play call that saw him act like he was running behind Howard on pre-snap motion but planting in the ground and walking into the end zone with no one in sight.

Ryan Day’s group not only tied the game, but the defense turned it up a notch as they forced back-to-back three-and-outs on Notre Dame’s second and third drive. And the Buckeyes’ offense used that to their advantage with two more touchdown drives before the end of the first half.

Quinshon Judkins, the explosive running back that splits time with TreVeyon Henderson, scored both of those touchdowns, the first of which being a nine-yard run where he fought through multiple tackles to get across the line. Then, he was wide open in the end zone on a rolling throw by Howard with 27 seconds left in the second quarter to put the Buckeyes up 21-7.

And if that wasn’t deflating enough, Judkins scored his third touchdown of the night on the first drive of the second half – a one-yard run that was set up by his 70-yard run on the second play of the half to immediately get the Buckeyes first-and-goal.

Judkins finished the game with 100 rushing yards on just 11 carries as well as his two catches for 21 yards.

There was some concern for Ohio State, though, when Notre Dame cut it to a two-score game after Leonard found Jaden Greathouse for a 34-yard touchdown and converted the two-point try to make it 31-15.

The concern was due to an Emeka Egbuka fumble after going 24 yards on a catch-and-run. It was the first Ohio State fumble since their game against Penn State on Nov. 2.

Notre Dame used that turnover to drive downfield, and Leonard found himself knocking on the doorstep until an incomplete pass to Greathouse made it fourth-and-goal from Ohio State’s nine-yard line with 9:27 left to play in the game.

Given the score, one would think head coach Marcus Freeman wanted to try his luck at another touchdown, but kicker Mitch Jeter and the special teams unit ran out onto the field. And the interesting play call backfired, as Jeter’s 27-yard field goal attempt ran off the left goal post – he hooked it.

The game wasn't over entirely after the defense forced a punt, and Leonard was able to find Greathouse once again, this time on a beautifully thrown ball and an even better catch from 30 yards out. Needing another two-point conversion, Jordan Faison took a handoff and it looked like Ohio State sniffed it out, but he threw it to Beaux Collins for the successful try.

Now a one-score game, the Buckeyes had to dig deep with the Fighting Irish knowing a stop gave them a chance to make the comeback complete.

Backed up with third-and-11, offensive coordinator Chip Kelly called a gutsy deep pass from Howard to Smith, and despite the freshman not having a single reception in the second half, he secured the dagger – a 57-yard catch to place the Buckeyes on the nine-yard line at the two-minute warning.

The Buckeyes could run out the clock at that point with the Fighting Irish using all of their timeouts, and the celebrating ensued.

In the box score, Leonard was 20-for-29 for 240 yards with two touchdowns, while also rushing for a team-high 40 yards on 17 carries with his score on the ground. Greathouse had 11 yards on five receptions as well.

For the Buckeyes, Smith led the way with his 89 yards on five receptions, while Egbuka had six catches for 64 yards. Howard finished the game 17-of-21 for 231 yards, and he also rushed for 57 yards on 16 carries.

[news4usonline]

Jeremiah Smith is Ohio State's cheat code

PASADENA, Calif. - Jeremiah Smith is rewriting the history books for a freshman Ohio State wide receiver. His performance in the Rose Bowl Game made him a household name, but he has dominated all season for the Buckeyes. Smith was the number-one ranked high school overall recruit by 247 Sports in the 2024 class. As a true freshman, he has 1,224 receiving yards and 14 touchdowns. He had 118 yards in the first quarter alone in the Rose Bowl and did it on four receptions. Oregon had no answer for him, and he delivered every time the Buckeyes needed a big play.

Ohio State wide receiver Jeremiah Smith (4) caught seven passes for 187 yards and two touchdowns in his team's 41-21 win against the University of Oregon in the Rose Bowl Game in Pasadena, California on Jan. 1, 2025. Photo credit: Sammy Saludo/News4usonline This is the same program that has produced Jaxon Smith-Njigba, Garrett Wilson, Chris Olave, and Marvin Harrision Jr over the past couple of years, and none of them made close to the same impact Smith has in their first college season. "I think that the way that he has come in from the get-go, he had a look in his eye that he wanted to make an impact as a freshman," said head coach Ryan Day after the Rose Bowl. "He has earned the respect of his teammates not because of his ability but because of his work ethic every day. He comes in serious; he doesn’t say a whole lot, but when he does, people listen. His maturity physically, emotionally, and mentally has allowed him to play like this," Day continued. With his most recent performance, Smith broke Chris Carter's thirty-year-old freshman receiving record for yards in a game with 187 after already crushing Carter's single-season mark by 576 yards and counting. Smith is somewhat of a cheat code at the position. He possesses the type of size, speed, and ball skills that make a pass catcher nearly unguardable. "When you have a kid that is that talented and mature at that young age, you don't find that very often. I am just thankful that he is on my team. He is a hell of a player, and he is only getting better from here, and that is the crazy thing. I think when it is all said and done, he could be one of the best players ever to play this game. He has that kind of potential," said quarterback Will Howard. Smith also recorded his fifth game this season with at least 100 receiving yards, the only Ohio State freshman to do so. He is not eligible for the draft until 2027, and when that time comes, NFL teams will be salivating at the opportunity to take him with their top pick. Read the full article

[roosterjournal]

Ohio State Shocks Oregon with Thrilling Rose Bowl Victory, Changing College Football Playoff Landscape

The Ohio State Buckeyes displayed a dominating performance in the Rose Bowl, decisively defeating the Oregon Ducks 41-21. This victory on January 1 serves as both a statement and a redemption following their earlier loss to Oregon earlier in the season. With this win, the Buckeyes have secured their place in the College Football Playoff semifinals against the Texas Longhorns. Freshman receiver…

[theeodialogs]

How Homework Led to Love and Success: Nvidia CEO Jensen Huang's Journey

Jensen Huang recently shared a touching anecdote about how homework became a surprising tool in winning the heart of his wife, Lori, during their time at Oregon State University. Speaking at the Hong Kong University of Science and Technology, where he received an honorary doctorate, Huang reflected on his early college years and the unique challenges he faced as a 17-year-old freshman pursuing a relationship with a 19-year-old sophomore.

“The odds weren’t in my favor,” Huang admitted during the event, as reported by Business Insider. “I was the youngest student in my class, with 250 students and just three girls.” Read more

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Is there any where one of them are really hairy and the other really likes it

Mostly fics are about facial hair, or Blaine's curls. Here's some others. ~Jen

Don't go changing by lostinfiction

Kurt starts noticing some changes about his fiancé and decides to support him in the best way he knows how. *Can someone write a fic in which Blaine decides to get rid of the little tummy and starts exercising like a madman and Kurt’s all supportive and stuff but secretly he’s really upset because he loves the tummy and then Blaine finds out and is totally amused at first until Kurt starts cuddling Blaine’s tummy and talking to it convincing it to stay and Blaine’s like “HEY MY EYES ARE UP HERE!!!” I want to read that. AncientGleek-youngatheart--And can we have him not wax? and cuuurrls sorry, did I say that out loud?*

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Serinus by @hazelandglasz

anonymous asked:yay for bikini wax klaine au! XD > i lost a bet and i am a man of my word so here i am about to get a bikini wax for the first time. i knew it was going to be painful but what i wasn’t expecting was that a really hot guy going to do the waxing and now i’m trying failing to not get a hard on au.

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Movember by mander3_swish

It's Movember and Kurt and Blaine have a little beard growing rivalry going on, only it's not really a rivalry...more of an excuse for Blaine to fantasize about Kurt and his talented tongue...

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Here's a list of fics where one has facial hair, beard fics

The Symphony Verse by shandyall

Blaine has spent most of his life feeling like the only thing people notice about him is that he stutters. He’s working hard to overcome his (mostly self created) roadblocks when he meets Kurt in an online class the summer after his freshman year of college.

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Bound For Glory by  Cleverboots (Amberlovesocean)

Kurt is assaulted after singing at a school dance and is left for dead, thrown aboard an empty train car at the railroad freight yard to hide the crime.

He wakes up to find he’s been tossed off the car somewhere in an Oregon logging camp, 2500 miles from home. A curly-haired kid named Blaine finds Kurt and protects him by hiding him in his cabin and teaching him how to survive. 

Note: Part 1 of the Glory series

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Room In The Attic by Cleverboots (Amberlovesocean)

While working a summer job with Puck, Kurt finds a pigeon with a message tied to its leg, written in blood. The race is on for the two boys to find and save the victim of a cruel imprisonment and sneak him to safety. The deception doesn’t end there as Kurt finds himself lying to his father to try and save Blaine’s life as help comes from a most unusual source.

Note: Part 1 of Room series.

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A Place To Rest My Head by BregoArodShadowfax  

Homeless!Blaine prompt fill for the GKM. Kurt and Blaine never meet, until Kurt’s helping serve Christmas dinner at the homeless shelter during his senior year and encounters a boy who will change his world forever.

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The Awakening by LauGS

Kurt Hummel has put his perfect life together carefully, making sure all the pieces fit exactly how he wanted them to. But all it takes is one name from his past to make all his hard work go to waste - Blaine Anderson.

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Citizen Erased by @mmerainbows

Kurt’s life isn’t what he expected it would be when was a young Glee club boy at McKinley. It’s dangerous, it’s dark, and it’s the last place he’d expect a sweet reminder of the boy he used to be to show up.

FF.net also has this whole hair section, again mostly about Blaine's curls.