#Periodic Table with AR

[prettieinpink]

HAVING AN INTENTIONAL ROOM

Your room is the most important place in your life. You sleep, wake up, heal and experience many emotions just in your room. You have to take care of your room, so it is spiritually the ideal place to grow into the best version of yourself. 

KEEPING YOUR ROOM CLEAN 

Keeping your room free of mess is an act of mindfulness and self-discipline that supports your overall journey and connects you with your higher self. It helps with promoting clarity, and cultivating inner balance and is an everyday self-care ritual. 

Make your bed every day. You have to respect the place in which you sleep and heal.

Hang up clean clothes after the day or put any dirty clothes in your laundry hamper, avoid tossing them on the floor. 

Find a place for everything, and know where everything is. If you do not know where each thing in your room is located, you either have too much clutter or you’re disorganised. 

Tidy up your room daily, neatly putting everything away in its place. If needed, buy a few organisers. 

Don’t leave rubbish for extended periods. Treat your room like a temple, don’t disrespect it, and pick up after yourself. 

Try to avoid eating meals in your bedroom. We forget the dirty dishes over time, and it stinks and attracts unwanted bugs. 

Change bed sheets regularly. Once a week at the most, for more hygienic reasons though. 

Remove unwanted items on your bedside table. Keep it minimal and intentional with anything you want to place on it.

Regularly clean up the dust in your room, using a duster or a damp microfiber cloth on all of the surfaces. 

ENCOURAGING GROWTH IN YOUR LIFE

A room designed to encourage inner growth serves as a physical reminder of your commitment to self-improvement, personal development, and overall well-being. It creates an environment helpful to improvement, self-reflection, and positive change.

Keep specific areas of your room designated to one task in your life. For me, my desk is for productivity, my bed is for resting or relaxing and my bedroom floor is for mindful activities. 

Throw away any items that do not serve a purpose to you anymore. Avoid keeping items that bring you painful or harmful memories.

Minimise the presence of technology in your room. I suggest having zones in your room which is device-free or having a time of day in which devices are not allowed in your room. 

Create a vision board poster in your room that you can see every day, which helps to visualise and motivate you to create your dream life. 

Place meaningful quotes, affirmations, mantras or prayers as reminders of the values, mindsets or intentions you wish to cultivate in your life.

Display personal achievements. If you won any awards or certificates, place them in a way in which you can view them every day. If you have done something in your life that you think is an achievement but have no award to display, just simply create your own. Buy some balsawood and glue it together to create your own medal. 

Place items that align with the habits or routines you want to cultivate in your life so that they are easily accessible. Put a workout mat in the corner, always have your journal on your desk or have a cold water bottle ready to go when you wake up. 

3. DECORATING YOUR ROOM TO REFLECT YOU

Decorating your room in a way that reflects your true self brings a sense of authenticity and comfort. It creates a nurturing environment that allows for self-expression, reflection, and personal growth which ultimately contributes to your journey of inner development.

Make a mood board or vision board of how you would want your room to look, how it supports you and how it makes you feel. Choose a colour scheme in this process as well.

Add candles or incense that you think embodies who you are, or who you want to be. For example, if I want to be a cleaner person, I would choose a candle that smells like fresh linen. 

Put up posters of things that you like, people who you look up to or anything that expresses who you are.

Add a canopy to your bed while you sleep. So cute, and I believe it helps protect you from any unwanted energy entering through you while you sleep. 

Add a rug, even if you already have carpet, to enhance the cozy ambience of the room. 

An ottoman at the end of the bed can elevate your room to look more expensive, if needed, it can also be an organiser for your extra things. 

Put life in your room, adding low-maintenance plants or flowers can liven it up. A little extra, research some plants or flowers meaning’s and pick one that resonates with you. 

Display any of your favourite jewellery, bags, clothing pieces, or make-up around your room. A nice way to appreciate what you have, without actually using them. 

[heart-eyed-love]

Girl Stuff

Summary | Eddie helps you out when you are dealing with your period.

Contains | Fem!Reader, Friends-to-Lovers, Talks of having a period, Pot brownies, Beer, Taking pain medicine, and a very small amount of cursing, like probably once. (sorry if i miss anything!)

Word Count | 1.1k

Eddie’s staring at you from his kitchen, you’re sprawled out on the couch in the oddest position, with face buried into it.

“There’s no way that’s comfortable…” He says as he enters the living room again, beer in hand as he observes you with his quirked eyebrows. You crane your neck from its buried spot.

“Actually, this is the only position I can lay in currently that doesn’t make me feel like I’m dying…”

He chuckles slightly as he plops down in the recliner, instead of his preferred spot, on the couch, next to you. “What’s wrong?”

He watches you as you stare at him before rolling your eyes and turning back towards the inner side of the couch. He furrows his eyebrows and raises his hand in confusion, but then he hears you mutter a small, “Girl stuff.”

Ohhh, that makes sense, he guessed. It would definitely explain the attitude you’ve had with him all day, hence the beer in his hand. He chuckles yet again once you reveal the reasoning of your odd position, causing you to scoff.

“I’m glad you find this funny.” You say somewhat annoyed. You know you’ve been a pain in his ass all day and you did feel slightly bad, but somehow he just kept doing something to piss you off.

You hear him stand from the creaky recliner, wanting to turn your head and tell him not to leave, in case you had pushed him too far, but the cramps in your abdomen keep you silent as you bury your face further into the couch.

Eddie, on the other hand, had headed off to the bathroom, grabbing the bottle of pain pills and heating pad, then into his room to grab the one selling factor. One things he knew you couldn’t resist, he’s about to have you wrapped around his finger, or maybe you just had him wrapped around yours.

He comes back into the living room and you can hear a pile of stuff falling onto the coffee table behind you, it doesn’t rouse you from your spot though.

Not until clears his throat once, and when you don’t turn around he does it again. You roll your eyes again before you turn to face him, and when you do you see he’s brought out some stuff for you.

You bring yourself to sit up and you raise your eyebrows at him, “It’s for your… girl stuff.” He’s smirking at you as you scowl, but when you look down at all the assortment of stuff he has brought to you, you can feel your heart melting slightly.

A heating pad, a bottle of pills, and… you furrow your eyebrows again, “What? You’re actually gonna let me wear it?” You asked skeptically. It’s Eddie’s favorite hoodie, one that you’d try to steal and wear multiple times, and he would not allow it.

He thinks it only fair he’d have at least one of his own hoodies. He didn’t have many in the first place, they’d all gone missing, and the last place he can remember seeing them is on you.

So, yes. He is keeping his favorite hoodie to himself, although you do come along trying to steal it like some fucking side quest. But, he thinks if it’ll help in any way it would be good to try.

“Yes, I’ll actually let you wear it.” He scoffs, “But, you aren’t keeping it, (Y/N). And you need to bring back my other hoodies…” He says, but he’s not fighting it too hard. He doesn’t exactly mind seeing you in them, especially when it’s one of those chilly days and you wear them to school.

“I Can’t. I wear those, Eddie.”

“Okay, well if you bring them back we can both wear them, we can share. Doesn’t sharing sound nice…” He teases, voice slightly condescending.

“Fine, whatever.” You say as you slip the sacred hoodie over your head, and you reach for the pill bottle, “Can I have some water?” You ask as you take the bottle in your hand.

“Magic word?”

You roll your eyes, “Please?”

Eddie chuckles as he walks off to the kitchen, “You know, your eyes are gonna get stuck in the back of your head if you keep rolling them at me…” He says as he opens the cabinet pulling out a cup and begins filling it with water.

“Uh-huh…” You mutter out, toning him out as you attempt to get the stubborn cap off, feeling like an idiot.

But soon he’s waking back into the living room. You’ve successfully gotten the cap off, and he's setting the water down on the coaster in front of you, he’s holding something wrapped in foil in the other. It catches your eye.

“I wasn’t going to share these with you cause you’ve been acting like a brat today…” You narrow your eyes as you look up at him, “But since, I guess you have a good enough reason, I'll let it slide…”

He sits down next to you, he’s close enough to feel his warmth, it’s actually kind of soothing. You take the pills before asking, “What is it?”

He begins unwrapping it, and once the foil it opens you get the view of a couple brownies. “Rick gave them to me, I made sure to save some for you though…” And a smile overtakes your face.

“So, you’re telling me I finally get to try some of Rick's infamous pot brownies? And you aren’t going to hog them all to yourself?” And Eddie’s scrunched his face at the claim, even though you both know it’s true.

“I don’t hog them.”

“You totally do!” You giggle out, “Last time you said you’d have some for me when I came by to hang out, but you ate them all!”

“Okay, well I saved some for you this time, be grateful.” He teased, “Okay, well I saved some for you this time, be grateful.” He teased.

“I’m very grateful…” You giggle teasingly as you say it before softening as you look at him , “but thanks though… like really…”

“It’s whatever…” He shrugs lightly, playing it off, only causing you to giggle more, and he teasingly pushes your head.

After having taken your medicine, and eating the brownies with Eddie, you both end up sprawled out on the couch, snacks wildly scattered across the coffee table. Laughing at whatever stupid movie you guys had chosen to watch.

You both are passed out on the couch, by the time Wayne arrives homes. Rolling his eyes, wondering how you both could be so clueless.



[dysany]

Random PJO secondary characters headcanon

This is kinda long and I still have more, so don't say I didn't warn you

Ellis Wakefield and Mitchell are close friends, and no one knows exactly how it happened because they are so different that it's a shock to see them so casually together. Ellis once lost a bet and had to let Mitchell do eyeliner on him, the entire camp was obsessed with how good he looked.

Malcolm and Connor are both really smart, in differents ways. Malcolm can quote entire books and the periodic table off the top of his head, Connor knows different languages, forms of trade and knows many places. But they are the dumb x dumber couple when they're together

Damien is everywhere, somehow this boy is friend with almost everyone in the CHB. He is friends with Nico, Lou Ellen, Cecil and Will and they sometimes hang out together. Mitchell, Ellis and Clovis always call him out for whatever nonsense they are doing. He gets along very well with most of the Seven. Malcolm always goes to him for an opinion. Something about him being the son of the goddess of balance and justice really makes his presence kind of cool even when he in his silly day. He and Chiara are dating for almost one year before telling the others, no one is surprised

Jake Manson was Will first crush in the camp. He was also very close to Michael and had a crush on him. After the accident, he was paralyzed in half his body and the camp adapted several ramps for him to move with the wheelchair. His brothers created a mechanical endoskeleton that allows him to stand on his own, but sometimes it gets tired so they need to be careful with him. Jake hates how fragile he feels now, but he's learning to get back on track in his own way.

Clovis is so good at lying, he confuses even people who know the truth. Hypnos' children are very close to their father because Hyp visits them a lot in dreams. Clovis has the power to control dreams, which makes him a valuable ally in battle and on several occasions he has managed to confuse enemies, check plans and pass information to allies through dreams. He is also very gossipy and Mitchell knows all the things at camp because of Clovis. Are you having insomnia? Cabin 15 always has its doors open for any demigod.

Paolo is brazilian and he introduced a lot of brazilian culture to the camp. In June and July, we have a party in Brazil called "festa junina/julina" and Paolo made a point of presenting this to the camp, with various typical foods and colorful little flags around the camp, and brazilian songs around the camp fire. This became something so cool and the party was a sucess, especially for the younger ones, so Quiron started holding cultural parties at the camp so campers from different countries could express their culture.

Iris' cabin is ironically preferable to neutral colors and her children tend to be mistaken for Ares' children. They are well used to dark colors, as well as being on the battlefield, but they are super attentive to their mother and defend Iris whenever necessary. They also don't need to pay to use Iris's message because she has favorites and always expresses how much she loves her children.

The children of Venus, from the roman camp, took a while to get used to the children of Aphrodite. In the events with the two camps, they slowly became attached to their half siblings. The children of Venus taught many fighting techniques, and the children of Aphrodite reminded them how beauty is not fragility.

[zeroeightzeroone]

I’m absolutely in love with your writing you write so beautifully omggg<33

I wanted to request something fluffy for Han, where as we know he’s introverted and doesn’t get close to new people, but when it comes to you he’s so comfortable and talkative and affectionate and the members tease him about it and they found out he has a crush on you.

crush - han jisung

genre: fluff

pairings: nonidol!han jisung x genderneutral!reader

notes: i'm so sorry your request took so long 😭😭 you sent it in the first half of the year, and it's the second half, and i just finished it

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"what are we looking at?" changbin asks loudly when walking into the kitchen where hyunjin and seungmin have been pretending to refill their drinks.

hyunjin shushes changbin quickly and gestures for him to stand beside seungmin, "don't blow our cover." hyunjin whispers through gritted teeth.

"okay?" changbin whispers, "now tell me what we're looking at."

"over there," seungmin cocks his head in the direction of the living area. changbin tries to be subtle as he scans the living room area.

the two couches pressed against the wall are occupied by the handful of friends invited for a belated celebration of changbin's birthday. the larger couch facing the window is occupied by chan, his girlfriend, minho and jeongin who are discussing who knows what as they periodically sip on their drinks or lean over, reaching to grab a handful of popcorn or chips from the bowls on the coffee table. the couch facing the television set is occupied by felix on one end, jisung on the other and a childhood friend of felix's in the middle, y/n.

"what am i looking at?" changbin blinks.

"jisung," hyunjin mouths.

the older boy nods in understanding and diverts his eyes back to jisung sitting on the couch, trying to pinpoint what seungmin and hyunjin are so enticed with that they've been watching from afar. much like the friends on the neighbouring couch, changbin has no clue what discussion is going on between you, jisung and felix. however, judging by the looks on your faces, it's a lighthearted conversation.

"what–oh?"

with belated realization, changbin narrows his eyes in focus on the scene in front of him.

the couch they're occupying has more than enough space to accommodate the three of them, allowing for an equal amount of space for each. with that being said, you and jisung are practically sharing one-third of the couch. you're turned towards felix as you talk, but you're almost leaning back on jisung seated behind you.

when hyunjin first noticed the close proximity between you two, he surveyed jisung's reaction, looking for a hint of awkwardness, discomfort or a split second of him trying to scoot away to make more space between you two as you haven't known each other for long. its been around four months, give or take.

still, hyunjin didn't identify any of those signs in his friend.

neither did seungmin or changbin.

neither did felix who sat on the opposite end of the couch from jisung, a glint of amusement in his eyes at the sight of the scene in front of him.

for as long as they'd been friends with the shaggy-haired blonde, they knew and were very familiar with how reserved and closed off the man could be around new people due to his shy and introverted personality. as a result of his nature, it would take an ample amount of time to build a close relationship with him and for him to feel comfortable enough around someone new, let alone engage in physical contact or interactions with them.

it's very different from what they're seeing right now in front of them, namely, jisung's demeanour toward someone he met for the first time four months ago.

he practically has his arm around your shoulders, propped up on the couch cushions behind you; one move and his arm would be resting on your shoulders and wrapped around you. due to your proximity to the man, if his arm was down at his side, your arm would brush up against him the way your thigh does against his once in a while.

it's a sight for them to behold as they have never seen jisung be this close with someone new so soon.

"interesting," changbin muses, turning back to the counter to pour himself the drink he initially came into the kitchen to get.

"i've never seen him like this," hyunjin mutters, receiving hushed words of agreement from the other two.

"neither have i."

seungmin looks between hyunjin and changbin who glances back over to you and jisung on the couch. the older boy's face contorted in surprise at the sight of you gently hitting your hand against Jisung's thigh during the conversation.

seungmin is the first to snap everyone back into reality, "ok, but we can't stay here and spy on them all night; let's get back out there." the two older ones in the kitchen sigh in a sulking manner, turning to walk out of the kitchen, but they stop in their tracks when seungmin reminds them quietly; "don't make it obvious out there either."

…

it took a little over a week for everyone else to notice the way jisung acted around you.

minho had come back to the flat he lives in with jisung to find you two on the couch sharing a blanket, the lights turned down, cans of soda on the coffee table, a bowl of popcorn on the boy's lap and the television nearing the end of 'spirited away.' his arrival home caught both yours and jisung's attention, the movie then being paused long enough to exchange greetings and small talk between you three.

minho listened to you recount a conversation with jisung a month ago, where you expressed your desire to have a studio ghibli marathon. even though you had watched most, if not all, of the movies once before, you still thought it would be a good time. that's how you ended up at jisung's while minho was at work and running errands, sitting on the couch and going through the studio ghibli movies in order of release.

jisung, chan and changbin were occasional gym buddies, the three of them hitting the gym together when their schedules worked out that way. chan was in the car with changbin when he dialled up the younger one's number–changbin was supposed to work that day but graciously switched shifts with a coworker who had a last-minute schedule change. in contrast, chan's day ended earlier due to staff efficiency transitioning from overnight to day shifts; meanwhile, as far as they were concerned, jisung had told them a couple days ago he had a day off today. it took two calls before the younger one picked up, but he couldn't join them at the gym since he had joined your trek to the hiking trail an hour or so outside the city that had been gaining traction on social media lately.

when jisung arrived home later in the evening, changbin and chan were sitting in the living room with minho, letting the television play a random show in the background. at the same time, they talked about stupid coworkers and other mind-numbingly stupid experiences they've experienced in their jobs. it was then they learned that he wasn't initially supposed to come with you, but you had mentioned the friend who was planning to come hiking with you backed out last minute in passing while you were on the phone with jisung the night before–despite your friend backing out you still wanted to go.

you reasoned with jisung, who expressed his worry for your safety that night, saying that there would definitely be more people on the trail since it had been growing popular and that he shouldn't worry because you technically wouldn't be alone on the trail. regardless of your reasons, it made jisung's stomach turn terribly at the thought of you hiking alone surrounded by strangers, so it was arranged the night before that he would be joining you.

there was another day when you were supposed to have a picnic with felix, seungmin and jeongin only for the four of you to get caught up in a rain storm without an umbrella. thankfully, you all decided to hang out in a park near their flat so you didn't get caught up in the rain for too long, but just long enough that your clothes were uncomfortably stuck to your skin. when you arrived at their flat, jeongin offered you a dry set of clothes as he didn't want you to be sitting around in your rain soaked clothes while the rest of them could change into a dry set. you agreed, and he offered you his room to change, letting you know that you could leave your wet clothes on the floor so he could toss them into the washer and dryer with the rest, ensuring that they'd be ready by the time you needed to leave.

it was when jeongin was sorting through the clothes and turning them inside out before throwing them into the washer that he noticed jisung's name sharpied into the care instruction tag on the hoodie you were wearing that day for the picnic. the sight took jeongin back to a conversation he had with jisung in the past, the two of them talking about how their clothes would end up in their siblings' closets growing up. he remembers that jisung explained how his mother had gotten so fed up hearing him and his older brother argue about whether or not whatever garment they were looking for ended up in the other's closet, so she proposed the solution of them writing their names on the care tag so they wouldn't get mixed up.

with all their individual observations put together, they had come to a collective conclusion: jisung has a crush on you.

it also didn't take long for the childish teasing to start, poking fun at their friend's obvious crush on you, whether it be while you were around or when you weren't.

…

"hey loverboy," hyunjin greets with a huge smile the moment he steps into minho and jisung's unit, changbin following behind him and joining in on teasing their friend.

"y/n and jisung sitting in a tree," he sings in a high-pitched voice, "k, i, s, s, i, n– agh!"

changbin's song is cut off when he ducks, trying to avoid getting hit by the throw pillow jisung chucked in his direction.

"hey! no violence!"

"no kid's songs," jisung counters with his arms crossed over his chest, slowly walking over to changbin, who bent down to pick the pillow off the floor, "deal?"

changbin narrows his eyes suspiciously, thinking about whether or not he should hand the pillow–a potential weapon–back to jisung. a moment later, he smacks it into jisung's hands, responding with a "deal."

changbin follows behind jisung, who moves back to the living area to put the pillow back in its spot before he sits on the couch. changbin sitting across from the blonde.

"what time are the others coming?" hyunjin calls from the kitchen, where he opens a family-size bag of chips to pour into a large bowl.

minho, who had just used the bathroom, walks through the hallway, checking his wristwatch, "uh… soon? we said 7pm, right?"

the three boys respond in unison, confirmations overlapping and minho nods.

"well, if they don't get here on time, i'll start the movie without them," minho warns and walks into the kitchen to grab himself a can of coke.

changbin relays minho's threat to the group chat and immediately receives replies letting the chat know they'll be there soon and to keep the remote away from minho. they all know the man isn't being playful and joking around when he says he'll start the movie without them–he really will.

"it's been a while, hasn't it?" hyunjin thinks out loud, a bowl of chips in one hand and a can of coke in his other. he carefully sets the two down on the coffee table, receiving a glare from minho when he doesn't use a coaster; throwing his hands up, he quickly apologizes and just as quickly grabs a coaster to place his coke on.

"been a while since what?" minho inquires, mood lighter now that hyunjin's using a coaster.

"since we had a guys' night," the long-haired, tall boy clarifies, and he sits beside minho, "we've all been so busy lately."

"changbin's birthday could be considered a guys night?" jisung suggests.

hyunjin shakes his head, "nah. not when my twin sister, her lover, chan's lover and your lover were there."

jisung scoffs, "they're not my lover."

"but you wish they were," minho wiggles his eyebrows with a cheeky smirk on his lips.

jisung opens his mouth to refute their claims, but his mouth closes, making him look like a fish. he can't deny their claims when they aren't wrong. instead, he rolls his eyes, arms crossed over his chest again and slumps into the couch with a pout and flushed cheeks.

"ha, we got him there," changbin chuckles loudly.

"got him where?"

the front door opens to reveal chan, felix, seungmin and jeongin walking into the unit with more family-sized bags of chips and bottles of alcohol.

"talking about his crush," minho informs before jisung can open his mouth and tell him to shut up, "hyunjin was talking about how we haven't had guys' night in a while, and jisung said that changbin's birthday could have been considered a guys night, but hyunjin argued that since jihyun and her lover were present, chan's lover and jisung's lover were present, it would not be."

"then he was like, 'they aren't my lover,' and minho was like, 'you wish they were,'" hyunjin's pitch and tone changed as he imitated jisung and minho, "and jisung just shut up and now he's sulking." hyunjin finishes off minho's retelling of the few minutes before the rest of the boys arrived.

jisung scoffs again, "i am not sulking."

"you didn't deny they were your lover when minho and hyunjin were retelling the story," changbin points out, and the room is filled with the boys hollering. they all sport knowing, mischievous smiles in jisung's direction, and the boy gets progressively more flustered by the second.

"i-" jisung again opens and closes his mouth like a fish, not knowing how to fire back at his friends.

"don't worry, ji," felix says, "it's cute seeing you like this; we've never seen someone have this kind of effect on you like y/n does." felix sits on the arm of the chair jisung is sitting on, slowly as he's cautious that the boy may shove him off.

"what effect?" jisung continues his attempt to deny it and acts like he doesn't know what they're talking about.

"c'mon," seungmin begins, "when you're around them, you're so comfortable and talkative."

"so?"

"so? you've known them for like five months, and you're this comfortable with them," seungmin explains.

"you've known jihyun the same amount of time you've known me–which is like what? three, almost four years–and the most you talk to her is on mine, hers or your birthday," hyunjin pipes in, bringing along evidence to support seungmin's observations.

"well, i mean... jihyun is different," jisung himself sounds unsure, "she's your twin sister."

"when we first met, it took you like a year and a half to be that comfortable and affectionate with me," seungmin reminds.

"i've never seen you this affectionate with someone before," jeongin adds.

"i'm affectionate to you guys," jisung argues.

the boys chuckle, "we mean this fast, so soon with someone new."

jisung groans, running his hands through his hair and hiding his face behind them, attempting to hide just how flushed his face is.

his voice is muffled when he responds, "you make me sound like a loser."

felix pokes the boy's head, "you're not a loser. far from it."

"yeah, yeah, you're just saying that," jisung denies, hands still covering his face.

"i'm saying it cos it's true, you're not a loser," felix asserts.

"you're shyer and more introverted than others but that doesn't make you a loser," seungmin pipes up. when jisung still doesn't move his hands from his face, an idea pops into his head, and he continues, "y/n doesn't think you're a loser."

everyone can see how jisung's ears perk at the mention of your name.

"i mean, they do like you just as much as you like them," felix adds nonchalantly, as if that statement didn't just make the boy sitting next to him's heart lurch.

jisung moved his hands from his face, arms crossed over his chest again with a pout on his lips. he tried to seem upset, but they all saw right through him–mainly because his cheeks and ears sport the same rosy red.

"really?" jisung wonders. they all nod their heads, and jisung cocks an eyebrow at them, "you better not be fucking around with me." he warns with narrowed eyes.

"we're not, we swear," chan puts his hands up in surrender, trying to show jisung he's not lying.

jisung is still a bit skeptical, but now that this information is out there, and it's been disclosed by felix who was the one to introduce you to everyone, felix who is a close friend of yours, he can't bite back his curiosity. he surveys everyone in the room again, looking for cracks in their demeanour that could give him a reason to think they're playing a prank on him or trying to get a rise out of him but he finds nothing.

at that, jisung relaxes into the chair, arms still crossed over his chest, and he nudges felix with his elbow.

"so…" he clears his throat, "what exactly did they say about me?"

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[vallettamango]

Camp Half-Blood Headcanons

Things that probably would happen at camp. (Also ik that its set in the 2000s but just ignore I wanted to include some newer pop culture)

They have a annual memory/yearbook for the summer 

Chiron will pick a few kids from different cabins and give them old film cameras to capture moments from camp

Chiron takes the “yearbook” committee  group into nyc for a weekend they develop the pictures and make a single yearbook which Chiron keeps a stack of in the big hall where any campers can look back at past ones in their free time

A few years back at the request of some summer only campers he has started scanning the books digitally and emailing it to campers/parents so everyone can have a copy

They take one big camp group photo on the last day of summer

 There’s a section at the end called “camps most likely to” and/or voted most ____

Here’s a few of them: 

Connor Stoll is most likely to win a pie eating contest

Will Solace was voted most helpful camper

Austin Lake was voted to have the best smile 

Cecil Markowitz was voted to have the best laugh

Alice Miyazawa was voted most likely to stay calm in a stressful situation

Drew Tanaka was voted best dressed (Piper and Leo still think that’s not true camp opinion and that the voting was tampered with)

Nyssa Barrera is most likely to shave her head

the stolls obviously sell contraband to other campers (snacks, weed, makeup etc) 

Apollo cabin has 1 of 2 CD players in camp. When their older siblings would go home for the summer they would burn CDs with requests from everyone in the cabin and bring them back the next summer 

The other one used to be in the big hall and used communally 

It got broken during an intense food fight, everyone blames Ares cabin because their the ones that flipped their table over 

The secluded area at the top of the strawberry field is known as the date spot for older campers 

Aphrodite cabin made an initiative to have the camp supply campers with sex Ed and started a bowl of condoms in the infirm for anyone to take 

Will Solace (and the other counsellors before him) will have dance partys to cheer up their younger siblings. like they'll just turn on music and jam n dance, they even have a specific CD for it. (Lee Fletcher started tradition)

Katie Gardner from demeter and Rachel Dare started baking as a new camp activity during free periods. They also teach about growing your own ingredients and nutritional value 

Hermes cabin (Travis probably) once tried to make slap ass Friday a thing, it didn’t end well.

Definitely at some point some older campers in Demeter were growing weed in the greenhouse and selling it to other campers (in partnership w the stolls who distributed it)

they were stopped after about a month or two by Chiron who was not happy at all 

Once Sherman yang became head counselor of Ares they all got matching pjs (I’m sorry I just love that idea)

Valentina and Mitchell’s from Aphrodite like to braid the mains of the Pegasus 

Athena cabin loves to compete amongst each other of who can do sudoku the fastest, do a crossword first or win scrabble

Clarisse used to take ares cabin on morning jogs everyday 

Once Hephaestus cabin built a giant nerf gun that shot meatballs 

Aphrodite cabin covers their walls in posters of fashion and pop culture icons like: vivienne Westwood, the devil wears prada, Marilyn Monroe, 10 things I hate about you, destiny child etc 

they’re currently obsessed with Sabrina carpenter. Lacy brought the CD of short n sweet and they’ve been listening to it non stop (Apollo cabin has been nice enough to lend them the CD player when their not using it)

A bunch of the younger ish campers were obsessed with the magic tree house book series (iykyk) because the camp had a box set in Ancient Greek (somehow?)

They thought it was cool how the magic treehouse was kind of like the human vs demigod world so relatable in a way

Kids from all the cabins would share them so they got pretty beat up but they were very well loved until the day the binding literally fell apart

For year round campers their end of school year Summative for social sciences (geography, history, Ancient Greek/english) they each research an event in American history then explain how it’s related to a specific god and the impact they had on the event 

They all present them and they can present the project in any form they want (an art piece, a speech,  a retelling of the event etc)

When campers go for their last summer they sign their bunks

After the battle of manhattan or a demigod dies before they get to turn 18 their sibling will sometimes write their names on the bunks for them

Once Aphrodite cabin snuck into other cabins during the day and hid a photo of Channing tatum's abs under the bed slats of all the head counselors

Everyone was just confused when they found this random photo months later  

 If you walk by the communal showers on Apollo cabins shower day and you’ll definitely hear all them harmonizing to baby by Justin beiber

[fool-counter]

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periodic table of foolements

-periodiccompletionist

H He Li Be B C N O F Ne Na Mg Al Si P S Cl Ar K Ca Sc Ti V Cr Mn Fe Co Ni Cu Zn Ga Ge As Se Br Kr Rb Sr Y Zr Nb Mo Tc Ru Rh Pd Ag Cd In Sn Sb Te I Xe Cs Ba La Hf Ta W Re Os Ir Pt Au Hg Tl Pb Bi Po At Rn Fr Ra Ac Rf Db Sg Bh Hs Mt Ds Rg Cn Nh Fl Mc Lv Ts Og Ce Pr Nd Pm Sm Eu Gd Tb Dy Ho Er Tm Yb Lu Th Pa U Np Pu Am Cm Bk Cf Es Fm Md No Lr

periodic table of foolements

-periodiccompletionist

fool count: 4

were you the one that sent in the other elements ask? otherwise this is a fascinating coincidence

[ninja-muse]

At last, a month where I feel like I read enough! The trick, clearly, was to pick up graphic novels and other very short things. Will this trend continue in November? Almost certainly not.

Followers might have seen my review for The Dollmakers by Lynn Buchanan last week but that's not actually my top read of the month. That honour goes to Jane Austen's Bookshelf by Rebecca Romney, which I got as an ARC from work, told myself I wouldn't read just yet, then promptly picked up after The Dollmakers and all but burned through. It's about the female authors we know Austen read and why they were bestsellers in their day but are barely known now, with all sorts of publishing and book industry history thrown in, along with a dose of memoir. Needless to say, I was the target audience and I've added a good handful of classics to my TBR. (It's out in February, in case you're interested.)

The rest of my top reads are there for just being solidly good. The Disappearing Spoon gave me all the fun science history I wanted. The Angel of Indian Lake gave me a good horror trilogy ending. The Tropic of Serpents gave me more Lady Trent adventures. And so on. I only really had two misses: The Aeronaut's Windlass, which felt very by-the-books epic fantasy without pushing boundaries, and Wordhunter, which I'm actively recommending people don't read. It was utterly average and kind of trying too hard to be edgy, and then it needlessly introduced sexual violence against women and children and handled both badly. How a book that lets a pedophile off with a warning got published in 2024, I will never understand.

In happier news, my book haul! Two books this month: Sorcery and Small Magics, sent by the publisher, and another volume of The Unwritten, meaning I only need to find one and I've got the full run. Hurray! (If you ever spot Vol. 9, folks, lemme know.)

All that reading means that I haven't done much writing. I need to get back to that, but at least I know what was blocking me and am working to rectify the situation. I am, however, starting to get seriously envious of authors who were able to write during the pandemic and are now getting those novels published. I stopped writing entirely for a year and a half, for various reasons, and now I feel like I've fallen behind.

Someday I might return to the Not-Quite-Urban Fantasy but I'm still too raw to handle the edits even now.

Oh, the worlds of might-have-been!

And now I've gone and left this on a down note. There'll be more positivity next month, I promise. In the meantime, here’s my list of everything I read this month, in the rough order of how glad I was to have read them.

Jane Austen’s Bookshelf - Rebecca Romney

A rare book dealer explores the literary histories of Austen’s favourite female authors, and how they didn’t make the English canon the way Austen did. Out in February.

8/10

reading copy

The Disappearing Spoon - Sam Kean

An entertaining history of chemistry, atomic physics, and the elements of the periodic table.

8/10

library ebook

The Tropic of Serpents - Marie Brennan

Isabella Camherst travels south to Bayembe to study savannah dragons, but finds herself caught in politics and sent on a mission to the swamp of Mouleen.

7.5/10

African-coded secondary characters, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (asexual)

library book

The Dollmakers - Lynn Buchanan

When Shean of Pearl receives, and refuses, an artisan dollmaker license, she sets off for a remote village to prove she and her dolls have what it takes to be guards against the Shod. If this means luring the monsters in, so be it.

7.5/10

reading copy

The Angel of Indian Lake - Stephen Graham Jones

Jade Daniels, now Proofrock’s history teacher, has put slasher cycles behind her. Except it’s looking like another one’s started anyway.

7.5/10

Blackfoot protagonist, 🏳️‍🌈 protagonist (sapphic), Black secondary characters

warning: blood, gore, death, murder

reading copy

Reluctant Immortals - Gwendolyn Kiste

Lucy Westrena and Bee Rochester are trying to get through the days in 1967 LA when their exes return in San Fransisco.

7/10

🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (sapphic), Jamaican-British secondary character

warning: abusive relationships

reading copy

Bury Your Gays - Chuck Tingle

After Misha refuses to kill off his queer leads for the season finale, he finds himself stalked by horror villains he created.

7/10

🏳️‍🌈 protagonist (gay), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (bi, aroace), 🏳️‍🌈 author

warning: death, murder, torture, homophobia, child abuse

library book

Ms. Marvel, Vol. 7 - G. Willow Wilson with Mirka Andolfo (Illustrator), Takeshi Miyazawa (Illustrator)

Kamala Khan faces two difficult foes: gerrymandering and a sentient computer virus.

6.5/10

Pakistani-American protagonist, Muslim protagonist, Pakistani-American secondary characters, Muslim secondary characters, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (sapphic), Black secondary character, secondary character with limb damage and a cane, Muslim author

warning: outing

off my TBR

Paladin’s Grace - T. Kingfisher

Stephen is a paladin whose god has died. Grace is a perfumer trying to keep her past buried. Witnesses to a failed assassination, they now must work together to navigate a world of intrigue, poisoners, and zealots. It’s a good thing they like each other.

6.5/10

off my TBR/ebook

Plain Jane and the Mermaid - Vera Brosgol

When Jane’s potential fiancé is kidnapped by a mermaid, she descends into the depths to rescue him even though she can never hope to compete with true waifish beauty.

7.5/10

warning: body shaming

library book

Sorcery and Small Magics - Maiga Doocy

Leovander Loveage and Sebastian Grimm get along like oil and water—which makes it all the worse when Leo's hit with an illegal curse and they must work together to break it.

6.8/10

🏳️‍🌈 protagonist (achillean), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (achillean), 🏳️‍🌈 minor character (ungendered), minor character with dark skin, minor character who uses a cane

gifted by publisher

Dictionary of Fine Distinctions - Eli Bernstein

Illuminating and illustrated definitions of commonly confused words.

7/10

library book

Days at the Morisaki Bookshop - Satoshi Yagisawa

When Takako finds herself adrift in life, she accepts a room in her estranged uncle’s bookshop.

7/10

Japanese cast, Japanese author

library book

Wordhunter - Stella Sands

A spiky forensic linguistics student is tapped by her local PD to help find a kidnapped teen, but that brings up a missing person’s case from her own past. Too close, too soon.

2/10

Black secondary character

warning: drug use, alcohol abuse, rape and an odd attitude towards its aftermath, pedophiles given a pass

library book

Picture books

All the Books - Hayley Rocco

Piper loves books so much she takes her whole collection everywhere, but when her wagons tip over in the rain she discovers … the library!

9/10

DNF

The Aeronaut’s Windlass - Jim Butcher

The cold war between Spires Albion and Aurora is heating up, and something uncanny is showing itself. Caught in it all are Captain Grimm, late of the Predator, a handful of trainee guards, and a prince of cats.

library ebook

Currently reading

The Price of the Stars - Debra Doyle and James D. MacDonald

When Beka’s politician mother is assassinated, her father gives her his warship in exchange for her tracking the assassins down. But when someone has it in for your family, sometimes one must take drastic measures.

off my TBR

The Empress Letters - Linda Rogers

A mother in the 1920s writes her life story in a series of letters to the daughter she’s searching for in China.

🇨🇦, Chinese secondary characters

warning: fetal remains, anti-Chinese racism

off my TBR

Music from the Earliest Notations to the Sixteenth Century - Richard Taruskin A history of early written European music, in its social and political contexts.

The Penguin Complete Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle Victorian detective stories

disabled POV character (limb injury), occasional Indian secondary characters

warning: racism, colonialism

Monthly total: 14 + 1 Yearly total: 106 Queer books: 3 Authors of colour: 2 Books by women: 9 Authors outside the binary: 0 Canadian authors: 0 Classics: 0 Off the TBR shelves: 3 Books hauled: 2 ARCs acquired: 3 ARCs unhauled: 4 DNFs: 1

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[pandasleepy07]

Ghostober - Day 16 [Sunshine]

⚠️Warnings | Period pain, inflicting cramps

"I'd like to see you do better."

WC | 972

Even ghouls couldn’t escape the bloody curse periods are. Hence the reason Sunshine and Cumulus were curled up on the couch while Cirrus growled at Swiss and Dew.

“It can’t be that bad,” Swiss rolls his eyes. 

Aether walked into the room and raised his eyebrows at the sight. “What can’t be that bad?”

“Period cramps,” Dewdrop and Swiss replied in harmony.

Aether winces, “You two are asking for it.”

That seems to perk Sunshine up and she pokes her head up to look at Aether. “Is it here?”

He nods, “Yeah, came in this morning. I’ll go and get it.”

That piques the interest of both the fire ghoul and multi ghoul. “Go and get what?”

“You’ll see,” Aether responds, vaguely waving a hand at him as he walks out of the common room, walking with a purpose. Dewdrop and Swiss exchange a look, confusion and curiosity lighting up their eyes. 

“I thought we had no secrets?” Dewdrop called after Aether, his voice almost a whine.

Aether just grunts from down the hall as Rain comes into the common room, followed by Mountain. “Why on earth is Aeth walking like that?” Mountain asks as the two sit down.

“He’s a man with a mission,” Cirrius shrugs, tossing herself over the couch and landing upside down between the two other ghoulettes. 

“What kind of mission?” Phantom asks curiously, poking out from where he’d been inspecting the fireplace, causing the other ghouls to jump. 

“What the hell, Phanny! Find another place to look around in, you’re filthy!” Aurora chides from where she had been silently sitting by the window. She’s standing now, pulling out a handkerchief from her pocket as she scampers over to Phantom, carefully wiping his face clean as he stares adoringly up at his summoning mate. “You’ve really gotta stop trying to fit in weird places!”

“Dew dared me,” Phantom replied with a lopsided grin, using that as if it was the perfect excuse to go and stick his head up the fireplace. 

“Course he did,” Aurora grumbles, turning her glare on Dewdrop who raises his arms in a pliant nature. 

“He didn’t have to do it,” Dewdrop utters in defence. 

Before anyone can say anything else, Aether walks in with a pile of wires. 

“Torture device anyone?” Swiss mutters.

“And here I thought you’d be into it. Another one of your many kinks,” Sunshine snips back.

Swiss can’t stop the smirk that slips onto his lips and makes no move to deny her statement.

“Sunny, would you like to do the honours?” Aether asks, dumping the wires onto the coffee table. 

That’s all it takes for Sunshine to work through her stomach cramps and pull herself up to untangle to wires. “Shirts off boys.”

There are three torture devices in total, and Aurora and Cirruis who aren’t on their period, offer to be the neutral subject so they have someone comparing the cramps to how they actually feel. Both girls like Sunshine hook it up to them and stand in front of the fireplace as Sunshine hooks it up to Swiss. 

“Ready?” Sunshine asks, holding all three remotes. 

The three of them nod, and Sunshine turns it on, putting it on the lowest setting. Nothing happens at first and then a wave hits them. Aurora and Cirrus don’t react and Swiss glances down at his stomach. “That's it? You guys ar-” Sunshine raises the setting to three and Swiss cuts himself off mid-sentence. “Okay, I feel that-”

“That’s only level three, Swissy,” Sunshine hums, a smile on her face. “Want to keep going?”

Swiss glances at Cirrius and Aurora who are smiling and not reacting to the pain. 

“This is light,” Cirrius shrugs.

“Keep going,” Swiss states. “If they can do it, so can I.”

Sunshine smirks a little and flicks it to the fifth setting. The slightest whimper falls from Swiss as the wave hits him. Next to him, Aurora and Cirrus are unaffected, and playing rock, paper, scissors while Mountain shifts on the couch as another whimper falls from the earth ghouls lips. The earth ghoul shifts again, adjusting his crotch as he watches.

“Come on it can’t be that bad,” Dewdrop shrugs.

Sunshine turns to look at him as she switches to a higher setting. “I’d like to see you do better.”

Swiss whimpers again as his knees buckle and Mountain is at his side in an instant, a prominent outline in his pants that seems to only get tighter as Swiss whimpers again. In a flash, he’s pulled the tape holding the wires to Swiss’ torso, and hauled the multi-ghoul over his shoulder, stalking out of the room as everyone watches.

The room falls silent for a moment before Cumulus snorts. “Looks like ol’ Mounty couldn’t wait a second longer.”

The room fills with soft laughter, a guttering giggle from Aurora, a soft titter from Rain, a snicker from Cirrius, a light laugh from Sunshine, a soft chuckle from Phantom, a stomach-clutching laugh from Dewdrop and a huff of laughter from Aether. It takes a minute for everyone to collect themselves before Sunshine attaches the device to Dewdrop. She turns it on and starts at the lower levels. 

To his credit, Dewdrop does get farther than Swiss. He did go through an element change after all. Dewdrop gets to level 7 before falling to his knees. “That’s enough. Stop it. Just turn it off,” he begs.

Aurora and Cirrus give him little head pats. “You did good, Dewy.”

“I take it all back,” he grits out as Aether carefully pulls off the contraception from Dewdrop’s torso. “You are all fucking queens.”

Sunshine smiles the act of putting Swiss and Dewdrop through their misery having put her in better spirits even as her own cramps pulsate through her.

“Anyone else want to give it a go?”

๋࣭🕸🦇🕸๋࣭ ⭑Ghostober Masterlist 2024⭑ 🕸๋࣭ ⭑🦇🕸 ๋࣭

[prettiestlovergirl]

❝ REQUESTS !

" late night devil, put your hands on me "

disclaimers ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

✪ please check my rules before you request anything! and please read these disclaimers, if you are in violation of any rules, you will be deleted and/or blocked.

✪ please make sure you have your age in your bio/ pinned on your account! i do not interact with minors!!

✪ there is no guarantee that i will write what you've requested! i do not always have inspiration for things, so please bear with me and PLEASE do not message me/harass me about whether or not i saw your message.

✪ smut is my preferred genre but i am definitely open to writing/responding to other genres! i'm a whore but i love fluff as much as the next girl!

✪ if you want a part two of something, you MUST give me an idea for it!! could be small, could be fully thought out, doesn't matter to me, but there MUST be something i can go off of.

✪ below i have a loooooong list of characters i'll write for, if you see a character you like but is not on the list, please feel free to reach out! i will let you know whether or not i will add them to the list xx

characters i'm willing to write for 𖼐꒱࿐ ִ I

✦ luke castellan ✦ coriolanus snow ✦ sejanus plinth ✦ finnick odair ✦ peeta mellark ✦ anakin skywalker ✦ peter parker ✦ jj maybank ✦ rafe cameron ✦ tim bradford ✦ wesley evers ✦ john nolan ✦ jake peralta ✦ barry allen ✦ james potter ✦ remus lupin ✦ sirius black ✦ tom riddle ✦ mattheo riddle ✦ theodore nott ✦ ares (from pjo) ✦ spencer reid ✦ aaron hotchner ✦ matt simmons ✦ luke alvez ✦ will lamontagne jr ✦ tony stark ✦ miguel o'hara ✦ steve rogers ✦ peter quill ✦ scott lang ✦ harry potter ✦ ron weasley ✦ fred weasley ✦ bill weasley ✦ charlie weasley ✦ percy weasley ✦ george weasley ✦ aaron thorsen ✦ anthony bridgerton ☆ benedict bridgerton ☆ harry hook (ouat) ✦ alex claremont diaz ✦ cardan greenbriar ✦ manny (abbott elementary) ✦ sally jackson ✦ lucy chen ✦ celina juarez ✦ hermione granger ✦ katniss everdeen ✦ johanna mason ✦ padme amidala ✦ sarah cameron ✦ angela lopez ✦ nyla harper ✦ amy santiago ✦ rosa diaz ✦ lily evans ✦ marlene mckinnon ✦ luna lovegood ✦ ginny weasley ✦ fleur delacour ✦ emily prentiss ✦ jennifer jareau ✦ elle greenaway ✦ emma swan ✦ natasha romanoff ✦ yelena belova ✦ kate bishop ✦ carol danvers ✦ wanda maximoff ✦ jude duarte ✦ prettiestlovergirl (fantasize about me, baby <3)

definitely into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ oral fixation ☆ infidelity kink ☆ size kink ☆ brat/brat taming kink ☆ face fucking ☆ tit fucking ☆ thigh riding ☆ daddy/mommy content ☆ domination ☆ sadism ☆ breeding kink ☆ masochism ☆ exhibitionism ☆ squirting ☆ degrading ☆ dirty talk ☆ cum swapping ☆ dacryphilia ☆ overstimulation ☆ gagging ☆ praise edging ☆ biting ☆ marking ☆ cne ☆ dubcon ☆ coercion ☆ breath play ☆ impact play ☆ anal play ☆ legal age gap ☆ threesomes ☆ brother's best friend ☆ best friend's brother ☆ daddy x princess ☆ step-cest ☆ legal age gap ☆ dom x sub ☆ gangbang ☆ bareback/ cream pies ☆ being shared ☆ free use ☆ orgasm denial ☆ brat x brat tamer ☆ knife play ☆ corruption virgin! reader ☆ bimbo! reader ☆ office sex ☆ mean! reader ☆ hair pulling ☆ dark content ☆ fratboy! character ☆ hand kink ☆ dumbification ☆ nicknames: mami, mamas, mama, ma, pretty girl, babe, baby, sweetheart, angel ☆

sometimes into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ somnophilia ☆ olfactophilia ☆ piss kink ☆ arm kink ☆ dry humping ☆ virgin! character ☆ best friend! character ☆ kidnapping kink ☆ thigh fucking ☆ sub! character ☆ sex toys ☆ period sex ☆ orgy ☆ drunk sex ☆ angst ☆ fluff ☆ sex pollen ☆ under the table ☆ noncon play ☆ polyamory ☆ predator/prey kink ☆ bondage ☆ sensory deprivation ☆ fake relationship ☆ cuckhold ☆ pet play ☆ cockwarming ☆ nicknames: babydoll, doll, honey, hon ☆

not into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ tentacles ☆ age regression ☆ professor x student ☆ childhood bedroom ☆ self-harm ☆ suicide ☆ ai ☆ pedophilia ☆ incest ☆ underage characters ☆ race play ☆ race exclusive features ☆ eating disorders ☆ depression ☆ getting caught masturbating and moaning out a name ☆ financial domination ☆ scat ☆ gay for pay ☆ age play ☆ wax play ☆ pegging ☆ feet content ☆ food play ☆ male! reader ☆

[biglittleluobo]

🧑‍🔬🧑‍🔬🧪🧪 Chemical elements (化学元素) 🥼🥼⚗️⚗️

I have learned something amazing which is that the Chinese word for sodium (Na) is … 钠 (nà)! If only they all matched like that!!

Ex: 低钠酱油 (dī nà jiàng yóu) - low sodium soy sauce

Sometimes you may see the word 卤 (鹵/滷，lǔ, halogen or salt) used to describe dishes or sauces, such as 卤肉饭 (lǔ ròu fàn, braised pork rice), 打卤面 (dǎ lǔ miàn, noodles with thick gravy), 卤虾油 (lǔ xiā yóu, shrimp sauce).

Here is the first three rows of the periodic table!

Hydrogen (H) - 氢 (qīng)

Helium (He) - 氦 (hài)

Lithium (Li) - 锂 (lǐ)

Beryllium (Be) - 铍 (pí)

Boron (B) - 硼 (péng)

Carbon (C) - 碳 (tàn)

Nitrogen (N) - 氮 (dàn)

Oxygen (O) - 氧 (yǎng)

Fluorine (F) - 氟 (fú)

Neon (Ne) - 氖 (nǎi)

Sodium (Na) - 钠 (nà)

Magnesium (Mg) - 镁 (měi)

Aluminum (Al) - 铝 (lǚ)

Silicon (Si) - 硅 (guī)

Phosphorus (P) - 磷 (lín)

Sulfur (S) - 硫 (líu)

Chlorine (Cl) - 氯 (lǜ)

Argon (Ar) - 氩 (yà)

And a few more useful ones:

Iron (Fe) - 铁 (tiě)

Gold (Au) - 金 (jīn)

Silver (Ag) - 银 (yín)

Examples:

地铁 (dì tiě) - subway; short for (地下铁道, “underground iron path”)

金银 (jīn yín) - gold and silver, can be used to refer to ancient currency

穿金戴银 (chuān jīn dài yín) - to be dressed in gold (clothes) and silver (ornamentation) (idiom)

Radical practice

Notice how all of the above (except gold) have a radical based on 金 (钅, metal, gold), 气 (air, gas), or 石 (stone). Makes sense based on each element right? ;)

[periodiccompletionist]

0/118

If anybody has, like me, wondered: "Would it be possible to make a sentence with NO periodic symbols in it?" last night I found out the answer is: "Yes, but it's really, really, really, really, REALLY difficult."

The only letters you can use are A D E G J L M Q R T X and Z. There are still combinations of these that are periodic symbols that you have to avoid, though: Ag, Al, Am, Ar, At, Er, Ga, Gd, Ge, La, Lr, Md, Mg, Mt, Ra, Re, Rg, Ta, Te, Tl, Tm, Xe, and Zr.

So, depending on the source/dictionary you're going off of, you have a list of only about 50-80 words to pull from, not including people's names. Even then, you still have to be careful about how you order your words; while "let" and "me" don't contain any by themselves, "let me" contains Tm. That list of ~80 words that I was pulling from did not contain a single instance of the letters R or Q because of how restricted everything is. (Also, ironically enough, Lead is one of the valid words to pull from, despite being the name of an element itself.)

Without at least "and" or "the", constructing a coherent sentence is next to impossible with so few words, but if we allow ourselves to use an ampersand (&) in place of the word "and," it becomes a bit more plausible; after all, the character '&' doesn't appear anywhere on the periodic table. The end result is going to be an over-alliterative mess with a bunch of weird, obscure words that barely anybody knows the definition of and an over-reliance on the &, but it does make it possible.

In fact, last night I wrote a little 5-sentence short story containing zero periodic symbols. It is, however, an incredibly dark scene, with family death via mercy kill, disease, alcoholism, and drowning, so I will be leaving it under the cut. There are most likely many different stories that could feasibly be constructed with this rule set that aren't so morbid and traumatizing, but at this point I've spent too much time writing and rewriting this scene to not share it.

Ajax, dazed, deemed Lee a dead, addled egg. Me & Dell melt, jaded & mazed. Lee’d let glee & mead meddle & led Lee mad. Mead & maze & leg & tzetze & edema & eel & lead… made Lee dead. Dad jelled a jade adze & elm axle- made a deeded ax- & met dead, ex-Lee melee.

[A family- consisting of the narrator, their father, and two of their three brothers Ajax and Dell- has recovered the near-dead body of the narrator's third brother, Lee, who had wandered off drunk, getting lost in the woods and dying in a polluted river stream. Lee's body is bloated, his leg broken, and his flesh having been picked at by flies and eels. Ajax had found his body and brought him back, though rightfully said that there was no hope for saving him. Dell and the narrator are mortified. Their father solemnly crafts together an axe, with a dark green blade and wooden handle, and uses it to put Lee out of his misery.]

[bitchycatwizard]

A Petty and Subtle Danny

Danny as Phantom has during the past month or so being almost shoot by his parents a few to many times,

And as Danny he has been kept awake by their noisy work, been spun around inside the GAV (he had no clue why he needed to be there) and hear their very detailed dreams of tearing Phantom limb from limb at the dinner table (when they bothered to turn up at all).

3 weeks into this unusually bad month he downloaded a bunch of their research papers in a desperate attempt to get himself to sleep.

This works for a night or three.

But on the fourth night he started to notice something.

It was contradicting other papers.

It would take him another 2 weeks, but in the end he had read every single academic paper his parents had written on ecto-biology and other ecto-science adjacent topics.

It was about 109 papers written between his parents over a period of 23 years.

98 of them was about ecto-science, the other 11 was about energy sources, mechanics and weapons. all that seemed to have been patented and the sold to various industries (Hammer Industries, Lexcorp, VladCO, among others).

Probably what financed them outside of all the tax fraud.

But those 98.

Out of those 98, 76 in some way or form contradicted each other.

And since there was always a note somewhere in all the papers referencing another paper, none of the could be disregarded as obsolete.

Not to talk about the Ecto-Biology and Ecto-Psychology ones.

Where the idea that ghosts can not feel pain and ar all evil is just....... made up.

There is about 43 dissections refernced (yikes), all with videos (fuck me, my eyes!!!)

30 other experiments and 20 odd other things.

Not a single one of them proves their theories and most actively talks against them.

But all evidence is ignored (Danny starts to think of them as being in a cult).

Danny is dead tired (ha) and quite angry.

As the third explosion of the night goes out this one almost throws him out of his bed.

Now, he is not only angry.

Now, he feels very Petty.

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It takes a little while.

But with some help from Tucker and Sam after they had both read his findings.

But both had very technical skills.

Tucker who could sent out mass email without them turning into spam and made sure that the computers themself wanted to show this mail to it’s owner.

And Sam who could speak “Upper Classism” and write invites in away that rich and (People who saw themself as) important would come.

And she had the spending money that she could convince a high grade university to be the battle ground (it did not even take as much in Donation as they thought it would).

Danny made sure that the 98 research papers ended up in the right hands, together with a dokument and slide show that showd how impossible the research was if it was all in the same file.

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The Fentons was lured to the University thanks to promises of Research grants/titles/A fudge festival whatever.

And in front of a whole load of professors, industry people, mystics, rich cunts, and others, they now have to defend their research.

Not because they are kooks.

Not because they are ghost believers.

Not because they are a danger to themself, their children and Amity Park.

But because they are bad scientists.

And if they fail, they might loose the Doctors title.

Danny and the rest will watch, with bated breath.

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Afterwords

You can see this as a very long writing prompt.

 Or if you know any similar fics, tell me.

-Have a good one.

[fantasyfantasygames]

Amazons

Amazons, Warrior Women Games, 2006

As one would expect, you play Amazons in this game - women from out of Greek myth.* You're warriors, hunters, scouts, sailors, and sages. There's only one supernatural power involved (which I'll get into later), so no witches or demigods or anything.

Your characters are defined by a fairly standard set of attributes and skills - Strength, Agility, Wisdom, Spear, Archery, Stealth, etc. All of them are done with a pyramidal cost scheme. As a result, it's easy to build a group where your characters overlap too much. It costs the same number of points to buy a 10-point skill (rolling 1d10x10) as it does to buy two skills at 8 and 6 (1d10x8 and 1d10x6), and the 8 and 6 are generally high enough to hit the typical target numbers. I think what I'm trying to say is that the game could really use a better approach to handling character archetypes, both for flavor purposes and for niche protection.

As mentioned, the game uses multiplication, which you'll either be fine with or will really bother you. Since it's dice-times-stat instead of dice-times-dice, the probability distribution is fairly flat, and you don't have weird statistics stuff going on. You do get margin-of-success effects from rolling higher, but you don't actually have to do two-digit subtraction. Instead, you get one "rank" of success for every point by which the tens place in your result is higher than the tens in your opponent's result. You roll a 25 and they have a 48? They have a rank-2 success. Same if you roll a 28 and they have a 40. Ranks get you damage, but also duration and effectiveness for other types of roll. It's a little weird at low values - a 12 and an 18 get you a tie even though one is 50% higher than the other - but it works well for higher values.

The particularly cool part of the game is that you play in two time periods simultaneously: ancient Greece and modern-day Athens. Your characters went "through" the Oracle at Delphi (is that how that works??) and are experiencing parallel events. When they run into a businessman in the modern day, they meet a merchant in ancient Greece. A Spartan warrior might become a rich but violent criminal. They see both things happening at once, and the GM is encouraged to mix the two in their descriptions. Philosophers arguing in the shadow of concrete and steel. Ocean liners passing by sailing vessels. It's an interesting conceit, and it gives you some cool ways to solve problems in one time by approaching them i the other.

Typical antagonists are "cruel people in positions of power" - slavers, price-gouging traders, sadistic princes, petty senators, etc. Several examples are statted up, along with their entourages. There isn't much discussion of what the backlash is going to be from your characters going after those people and their well-trained bodyguards. Like a lot of this game, the surface level is presented and any implications are left to the GM and their table.

As we leave this review, it may be interesting to know that Warrior Women Games was two cis men in their twenties. The game is written with respect, but without personal experience. There's no major misogyny here, no particular fetishization or anti-feminist rhetoric involved. There's also no real punch to the fact that you're actually playing women. On the one hand - awesome! The game treats your women characters just like it would treat men characters. Straight-up equality. On the other hand, there's a missed opportunity to dig into how your ancient women experience the modern world. There's no discussion of what has changed and what has not since the (admittedly fictional*) time of the Amazons. I think a game written by someone able to delve into that experience more might be more compelling. But I'll at least give it credit for not having fallen into a number of traps that plague other men-written-women-centric games. You're not going to cringe reading this.

*Edit to add, March 2024: Maybe the Amazons are not as fictional as I thought! https://www.theguardian.com/science/2024/mar/24/truth-behind-the-myths-amazon-warrior-women-of-greek-legend-may-really-have-existed

[bellamyblake]

The world hurts less when I'm by your side

In the morning, Bellamy wakes up early, at around five thirty like he did when he was still a soldier. He doesn’t get up right away, though but he feels good, lighter, even if his cough is still there and quite stubbornly persistant.

He knows he’ll need not just minutes but hours to gather his strength and get up, so he takes that time. He pushes himself up on the crutches again, fixes his bed as best as he can and heads back to the bathroom like last night.

This time he had sweated through everything again so he had to take a shower and though it’s in the same pathetic way as it was in Clarke’s appartment-with him sitting ont he floor and the shower hitting him from above while he soaped himself, he wouldn’t let himself feel too bad about it.

There were a thousand things to feel bad for but today he’d try to rise above them and give himself over to a higher power, let his soul rest, pray and hope for something good in the midst of all this chaos.

Getting himself ready this morning reminded him a lot of that period of time when Octavia left him mostly on his own devices and he was left to get used to his new reality. 

At first he simply lay in his couch refusing to move, he was so depressed and sad, everything hurt him and he didn’t want to eat or only got up to go to the toilet twice a day. He was dehydrated and weak but one day Ares licked his fingers harder, tugged his blanket and shirt-he was cold, he was hungry and his back hurt really badly.

He had gotten himself up on his crutches then, with the use of the weak prosthetic. He dragged himself to the bathroom and upon lifting his shirt and looking at his back he realized it wasn’t just the injuries causing everything but the bed sores too.

He washed up, shampooed his hair, then dragged himself to the kitchen where he was welcomed with an empty fridge. He had no choice but to go out yet first he started a fire to warm himself up. 

He couldn’t even make it to the corner shop and he had to pay two kids to buy him some bread, milk, eggs and bacon in exchange for ten dollars and their help getting him to the front porch of his house.

But he has made it. 

He thought he’d be able to at least fry some eggs and bacon but he was so tired he simply ate two slices of bread and drank half the milk bottle before passing out again.

It wasn’t good but it was still a victory.

Same thing happened now too-he washed up, dragged himself back to bed, tried to calm his heart down and read a bit more from the Bible. He dressed himself up with sweatpants, a fresh shirt and the blue washed out sweater he got yesterday, deciding he’ll get  in the clothes Deucette left last night later so he wouldn’t stain them. Breakfast started getting served at seven, so he decided he’ll slowly make his way downstairs and not just that but with the crutches alone. He decided he’d leave the wheelchair behind even if they all yell at him for it.

The kids and moms aren’t yet there when he arrives, knowing they probably slept in a bit on Sunday but some of the vets and other guys were. They didn’t pay him any attention at first but he greeted them nontheless and they offered the same, only with tired smiles and sad looks. 

The one thing he hadn’t really thought through was how he was going to get himself a trey of food and drag himself back to the table when he was using the crutches. He was just about wondering what to do, thinking that perhaps he could just carry them plate by plate when he heard sister Hannah’s angry voice from behind him.

“What on earth do you think you’re doing, Bellamy Blake?” he tried to offer a kind smile as he half turned to her, letting his good leg bear the weight of his entire body. Since he couldn’t use the prosthetic now, there was a big gap where his left leg was but no one around here seemed to mind it.

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[originemesis]

There's a storm on the horizon of hellscape just north of the Manor Ars Goetia, brewing with periodic as they were belligerent blasts of what one could only assume to be heavy winds raging just outside the garden gates if viewed from the creature comforts of a study's shelter against the unholy crusade that raged beyond its rococo rendition of fortified walls. Metal bars rattled with the impatience of a prisoner waiting to be let free of their enclosure- to storm the palace and pluck the haughty out of the hunkered down as if they were truly safe behind a blind eye turned. It wouldn't remain turned for long, of course unless of course every window along the stretch of the manor's upper floors shattering simultaneously was a normal affair for its inhabitants. In a sonic boom of brandished bass that made thunder itself sound like a newborn's mewl, the mansion rattles in its bones.

"When the world has screwed you ~ and crushed you in its fist..." A disembodied musing on high within the electrized billows of black clouds serves as a temporary point of reason without an otherwise unreasonable force of nature. One that wastes little time with the pleasantries of knocking to ask if the heathens within knew their Lord and Savior. No, there were other practical ways in flushing out a chicken coop, and it didn't involve playing petty politics- not this time. "When the way you're treated has got you good and PISSED." Another wave of foundationally dismantling energy wipes out the bottom layer of manor windows as if the source of its fury couldn't fathom the idea of leaving anyone currently within the house divided out of this little bonding experience...in dying together, of course!

"There's been one solution ~ since the world began." And wouldn't he know that better than anyone? He'd been there since the very beginning of fucking Earth, after all. "Don't just SIT AND TAKE IT-" A flap of wings the span of the last supper's table follow him out of the clouds on the tail end of a lightning strike that beelines for the manor, cutting off all light within in an instant.

Panic, little feathery fucks- panic and fly up to fry with the rest of this shithole of a universe.

A crass cackle culminates over the axe clasped within wicked talons and its with a sharp strum downwards does the energy behind the string's vibrations catch the booming of his core for a soul like a spark to a gas leak.

"STICK IT TO THE MANNNNNNN-" Boom.

At least that's what sound he imagines the manor's roof makes when he rips it off the top of the top floor like a rotting scab to fling aside and expose the Goetian lord in his study room- yeah 'studying'... how to take a heaven-sent DICKING.

"Well, well, well! Looks like you hooting whores fucked up your negotiations!" Floating back with several heavy flaps, he positions himself behind the subtle swirl of a newborn twister- its form little more than loose pieces of the manor gathered thus far and the faint stirring of sound waves the incessant pulse of his inner amp emits in time like a metronome of destruction...a ticking time bomb- the very fate that had sealed his own world in the end now championed by a call to cause a similar calamity once more. Only this time, it was the owls' turn to watch everything they knew shred apart piece by piece by the oncoming storm.

"So let's make this CORDIAL, shall we? Hoo, HOO- cloacafuckers! HOOOOOOO'S READY TO DIE?" Punctuating the sentiment with a forceful slam of strings, the angel sends several waves of sound force below to slow any attempts at climbing to his lofty position in the sky, a position he'd already began to spiral up cloud by cloud as he stirred the atmosphere blurry with restless rounds of gritty guitar riffs to feed the speed of sound within the tilt of the the heaven-aimed pillar and all its currently collected debris from the shattered bits of man-handled manor.

Adam - Son of the Red Earth - Phase 1.

[track in play 🎵🎶🎸]

🎸Group Limit - 4 character slots. [@avispatr , @mages-pandoras-box , @a-hell-of-a-time x2] 🎸Win Requirements - 20 landed hits (or neutralization in Phase 3). 🎸Battle Requirements - Unless heavily staggered by multiple hits per round, Adam has a constant field-wide music-based aoe that accompanies his guitar playing. A 4D will be rolled to determine a number 1-4. This is the amount of sound waves from the aoe that will disturb the party (either breaking concentration or potentially injuring). I will then roll a 20D for each number of waves per character involved provided against your AC to see if you're hit (participants will message me with the confirmation of being hit or not via dms/discord). A hit will stagger/interrupt concentration and you will be unable to attack on your turn if this happens. *This does not stop you from performing other actions such as healing, assisting allies, dodging other incoming attacks, or using items. Adam's AC in Phase 1 is different than in Phase 2 and 3. If reached, Phase 2 and Phase 3 AC will be adjusted. After your reply is posted, send me your 20D dice rolls via messages for each attempted attack, and I will compare and align it to Adam's current AC to determine hits in my reply sequence. 🎸Starting Roll for the AOE field-wide energy surge mentioned above is: 2. I will be sending the listed characters above my two D20 rolls for each of you to determine if you're hit/disrupted on this first 'intro' round or not on your reply based on your personal AC.

[captainsophiestark]

Undefeated

Jane Foster x Reader

Masterlist - Tag List

Written for my Year of Olympians and part of a bigger challenge being run by @yearofcreation2023 which features a ton of awesome creators and runs all year! Go check it out! And yay, after like two months of now writing I’m caught up just in time for June! 😅

Fandom: Marvel

Prompt: Ares; War

Summary: Darcy and her best friend, Y/N, are taking a night to party in between all the stressors that come with grad school, and doing so by absolutely DOMINATING at Beer Pong. When Darcy needs a substitute, however, it might lead to something more than a temporary team up between Y/N and Jane Foster.

Word Count: 2,520

Category: Fluff, Chaos

A/N: Listen, I don't know if anybody but me cares, but the rules of Pong simply do not work narratively for this fic, so for the sake of the story, there's no such thing as redemption or overtime.

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, fixating on my target and blocking out the noise and chaos around me. I took another deliberate breath in, then on the exhale, I took my shot.

Splash! My ping pong ball sailed through the air and landed smack dab in the middle of my opponent's cup.

"YES!" I screamed, punching my arm in the air jumping a few times to release the energy. My voice was almost gone from screaming all night, but I absolutely didn't care.

"LET'S FUCKING GO!" yelled my partner and best friend, Darcy Lewis, in my ear. My ears had been ringing for about an hour thanks to that combined with the music and talking of the party, but I didn't care about that either.

Darcy and I were in the middle of our last semester of grad school, and in the unique, rare period of the semester where we'd just finished a bunch of exams and papers for our midterms and didn't have to start studying or worrying about our finals quite yet. We had about a week of semi-peace for the whole semester, and like the rest of our classmates, we were using it to celebrate the fact that we were still in college to the extreme.

There was a lot more stress in grad school, so we deserved to overcompensate every once in a while with our parties.

I'd come into the night proudly boasting my undefeated undergraduate and graduate record in beer pong. With Darcy as my partner, I'd extended that streak to include winning against every single team that tried to challenge me tonight.

The competition had gotten seriously heated, with people rotating through either side of the table and people regularly challenging us like they were going to be the ones to finally take us down. We'd picked up a few people to act as refs, mostly for judging elbow distance and having the final decision on specific rules, and another few people had wandered over to start acting as commentators. Despite the fierce competition, it was all in good fun. We'd been laughing and cheering right along with everyone else all night.

And now, we were about to add another pair to our list of defeats. I'd just knocked out their second to last cup, and it was Darcy's turn. If she made it–which I knew she could–it would be game over.

I watched her take a deep breath and raise her arm, lining up her shot and getting in the zone the same way I had a second ago. She drew back, but before she could release the ball, a commotion from behind us distracted her.

"Darcy!"

She started to turn, looking confused as someone in the crowd called her name, and at the same time someone grabbed her wrist. She yelped, dropping the pong ball to the floor and glaring at the brunette who'd just come running up to her in a frenzy.

"Darcy!" cried the woman. "We have to go, right now! You're never going to believe what I just found-"

"Jane, I'm in the middle of something!" she yelled back, gesturing to the table before us. I just watched on, trying to process this new complication in maintaining our pong supremacy. Slowly, the pieces from various stories Darcy had told me came together. This must be Jane Foster, the scientist Darcy had been an assistant for and the reason she'd made a 180 from polisci to astrophysics.

"I'm sorry, Darcy, but I promise this is worth it. Come on-"

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere," I said, stepping in front of the two of them. Darcy grinned at me as I squared up against Jane, like she couldn't wait to see which of the two of us would prevail. I didn't know who she was betting on, but I knew for a fact it was going to be me.

"Who are you?" asked Jane, looking genuinely confused as she surveyed me. I straightened a little, suddenly uncomfortably aware that Jane was very, very pretty. I put it out of my mind, however, with a little help from our pong opponents across the table throwing their hands up at the unexpected interruption.

"Y/N Y/L/N," I said, going back to business as I squared my shoulders and stared down at Jane. "Darcy's best friend, and undefeated beer pong champion. And I need Darcy to take the last shot of the game so we can win and my streak can stay unbroken before you leave."

Jane looked like she was about to respond, but Darcy beat her to it.

"Actually, when Doctor Overenthusiasm here grabbed my arm, she tweaked my wrist," announced my championship-winning partner, not sounding half as distressed as she should've for the news she was giving me. "I don't think I can take the shot."

"What?" I cried. Darcy shrugged, I stared at her in horror, and Jane looked between the two of us, completely baffled.

"Why can't you just take the shot yourself?" Jane asked, at last settling on addressing me. I looked at her like she was crazy.

"I already took my shot!" I explained, gesturing to the table. "I got their second-to-last cup, and now, it's my partner's responsibility to get the last cup and win us the game."

"Hm," mused Jane, a slight frown creeping onto her face as she looked at the situation before us. "Well... can't you just postpone the game? Or call it off?"

"At this point? No way! We'd have to forfeit, which would mean losing my undefeated record."

Jane opened her mouth to reply, but on cue, the guys at the other end of the table beat her to it.

"Hey, what's the hold up? Take your shot and miss, Lewis, so we can finish this game once and for all!"

I looked grimly to Darcy. These guys had come the closest to beating us out of everyone tonight, and we only had one cup left standing on our side, too. If they made it to their turn again, the odds were more than likely that they'd win.

Suddenly, a brainstorm hit me like a bolt of lightning as I caught sight of Jane again. Maybe, just maybe, Darcy and I still had a hope after all.

I whirled back to the table, leaning forward (while being very careful not to upset our lone cup) and called across to our opponents.

"My partner just got injured! I want to use a celeb shot for her turn!"

The guys looked between each other, then back at me. A celeb shot meant bringing in someone else–a ''celeb'–to take a turn for us, even though they weren't technically on the team. Our various opponents had done it a few times throughout the night, but not the team we were playing now, and not in a game-winning scenario.

"Who?" demanded Chris, one of our current enemies, from across the table. I gestured to Jane, whose eyebrows immediately shot up into her hairline, but Chris' teammate Andrew jumped in before she could say anything.

"She's not a ringer, is she?"

I made a face, then looked from Jane back to Andrew.

"Honestly, man, I have no idea. I just met her ten seconds ago."

"Does Darcy know?"

We all turned to look at my best friend, and she just shrugged.

"As far as I know, Jane's never played pong in her life!"

"Hey!" All our attention shifted to Jane, and she suddenly seemed a lot less confident. Her cheeks picked up a cute red tinge. "Okay, I might not have... really played before. But still!"

Chris and Andrew shared a smile, then looked back at me. I frowned.

"It's alright with us!" Andrew called cheerfully. I scowled, then retrieved the ball Darcy had dropped when Jane grabbed her. I held it out to Jane, who very reluctantly took it.

"Do I really have to do this?" she sighed, staring at me with a raised eyebrow as we stood together at our end of the pong table. Darcy stood a few feet away, and I could see her familiar manic grin over Jane's shoulder.

"Yes," I decided.

"Why me?" she asked, sounding completely exasperated. "There are tons of other people here who could do it, and Darcy and I have to go-"

I waved off her suggestions. "I love most of these people dearly. They're friends and classmates who I enjoy going through life with, Chris and Andrew included. But right now, in this moment? I don't trust a single one of these motherfuckers not to miss on purpose and sabotage my perfect record. This is war, Jane."

She shook her head and scoffed, but I could see the undercurrent of nerves that had her holding the pong ball in a death grip as she surveyed the table before us. I hesitated for half a second, then stepped closer to her and wrapped one arm around her shoulders.

"Listen, Jane - you can do this. I know we don't really know each other, but Darcy talks about you all the time. If you can go toe to toe with SHIELD, you can channel a little beginner's luck and sink that ball in that cup."

She turned her head to look at me, giving me the barest hint of a smile.

"Darcy talks about you all the time, too. So far, everything's been very on-brand."

I laughed. "Thanks, I think. Here, let me give you a couple pointers, and then you can knock this out for me and Darcy."

I tried to ignore the way my heart sped up in my chest as I laid my arm over Jane's, holding the back of her hand and walking her through the motions of a good arc shot. I also DID NOT look at Darcy, because I knew she'd see through me in a second and then the teasing would be endless.

"Alright, that looks good," I finally said, stepping away and looking at Jane with a smile that hopefully conveyed my faith in her, and not any of the stress boiling in my stomach. "Just aim, release, don't let your elbow go over the table... and we're golden."

Jane took a deep breath and nodded, then turned her attention to her target. The lone cup on the far end of the table sat waiting, Chris and Andrew both hovering over it as the rest of the party-goers looked on. I held my breath as I watched Jane draw her arm back, then fling forward and throw.

Her elbow was clear, so my eyes snapped to the red plastic solo cup. I swear the whole room went absolutely silent as the ball flew through the air, then finally, landed in the cup with a splash.

"YES!" I screamed, jumping up and punching the air at the same time Chris and Andrew cried "NO!" and stared at the cup in disbelief. I laughed, delirious and disbelieving, and then without taking a second to think I turned to Jane, wrapped my arms around her, lifted her into the air, and kissed her straight on the lips.

A second later, my brain finally caught up, and I jumped away from her. I stared at Jane in wide-eyed shock and panic, all the rest of the noise from the party completely blocked out. She looked as surprised as I felt, her eyes staring at a point just past my shoulder and her hand trailing up to trace her lips.

"Oh my God, I am SO sorry!" I cried, shaking my head as I finally processed what I'd just done. What had I been thinking? "I got so excited about the win, I just- I have no idea what came over me. I'm so, so sorry-"

To my surprise, Jane actually began to smile. Her face and neck were bright red, but she broke out into a beaming grin and actually took a step towards me. I stared back at her, still in shock but for a much happier reason, and she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and looked at me.

"Jane..." I started to say, butterflies absolutely exploding in my chest. She closed the distance between us a little further, then tilted her head like she was about to kiss me again. Before we could get any further, however, we were interrupted.

"So, the two of you, huh?" asked Darcy, popping up between us with a grin on her face. I loved her dearly, but right now, I wanted to kill her.

"Darcy-" Jane and I started at the same time, our faces matching looks of 'I love her but I'm going to kill her'. We cut off when we realized we were speaking in sync, made shocked eye contact, then looked away in mutual embarrassment.

"Okay, as much as I'm loving this," said Darcy, taking Jane's arm and pulling her a few steps towards the door, "you came in here screaming about urgent science, so we should probably get to that now."

Jane nodded, slowly coming out of her haze, pausing to smile at me again nonetheless as she and Darcy made their way across the room.

"Don't worry!" Darcy called back over her shoulder to me. "I'll send you her number so you can ask her on a date when we're done!"

I laughed out loud in pure joy at the ridiculousness of the moment as I waved at Jane and Darcy and they at last made their way out the door. Jane gave me one last beaming smile before she disappeared, and Darcy shot me a wink. I stared after them for a few moments, then got shaken out of my stupor as Chris and Andrew came over to congratulate me, both for my win and my possible new girlfriend.

I smiled and laughed the night away with them and the rest of my friends, but I couldn't keep my thoughts from regularly drifting back to Jane. It felt like Darcy had planned this, somehow, and if that was the case, I'd need to do something nice for her as a thank you.

I spent the rest of my night celebrating the preservation of my undefeated Pong streak while simultaneously mentally planning the perfect first date with Jane Foster. I'd been to a fair number of parties in my many years of collegiate education, but this had by far been the best.

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