#also princeton...?????? seriously??????

[aberooski]

Holy shit guys I discovered a totally 100% unintentional parallel with Chazz and Atticus in Sustained by Hate (abby's version) (from the vault) and I don't know what to do with myself.

Also spoilers if you haven't read the fic and would like to!

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Okay so during chapter 6 after Chazz wakes up and realizes that Camula stole his voice, he's freaked out and doesn't know what to do so he looks to Atticus for help. Atticus, taken off guard by this but is more than willing to help all he can, and also his bestie boyfriend is upset 🥺

So Atty immediately like pushes passed everyone and sits beside Chazz and tells him "Just stay calm, Chazz. We're gonna figure this out. Don't worry." But what does he do first when he says this??

He holds Chazz's hand. To reassure him.

Smash cut to chapter 11, Atty's gone back to go visit Chazz while he's still cooped up in the hospital. And he's all bummed out because they know now sorta why Camula's been brough back and that she's after him. And of course the entire conversation they have is Atty's stream of consciousness and processing what's been going on because Chazz can't talk so it's more or less a 1 sided conversation. And Atticus gets upset and we get the most upsetting shit in the whole fic:

And Chazz can't exactly speak to him and answer his question, so how does Chazz respond to this?

He holds Atticus's hand. To reassure him.

I'm so mentally ill over this and I wrote it help 😭

[mittensmorgul]

Jill Weinberger: And seriously, if you have $5 to give, whatever, go to that Act Blue link and donate, because if the first thing that happens after this announcement is a massive surge in donations, it will be incredible optics and give hope to voters who are worried and also make shitty people really unhappy.

Kevin M. Kruse: Yeah, for better or worse, the initial donations will be the first thing the mainstream media will look to as a metric of "Democratic enthusiasm"

Weinberger is one of the writers on Leverage Redemption.

Kruse is a Professor of History at Princeton, per his department page, "Kevin M. Kruse studies the political, social, and urban/suburban history of 20th-century America. Focused on conflicts over race, rights, and religion, he has particular interests in segregation and the civil rights movement, the rise of religious nationalism and the making of modern conservatism."

(link to the official fundraiser for Kamala Harris for President) (yes at time of posting it says donations will go to Joe Biden, but Harris has filed FEC paperwork that needs to be fully processed before that can be updated. The funds will go to her campaign)

[satansapostle6]

I Left The Light On And The Back Door Open For You | Robert Chase

From the moment he first saw Margot Lange from legal, Dr. Robert Chase knew he was in for a wild ride that he never wanted to end.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Sexual content.

Chapter One: Office Tiger

Dr. Robert Chase was annoyed, to say the least. His employer, the cantankerous and sometimes chaotic evil Dr. House, had sent him all the way down to the first floor for something that didn’t exist, just for his entertainment during the work day. Intending on confronting him, Dr. Chase returned to the fourth floor of the hospital when he realized that the department of diagnostic medicine had a visitor, who was currently speaking with House. He had never seen this woman before.

Dr. Chase realized that the woman speaking with House was another Princeton-Plainsboro employee, most likely not one of the doctors, based on her attire. Lisa Cuddy was, in some cases, a very lenient employer, focusing more so on an employee’s skills and results as opposed to superficial factors, such as behavior or approach toward less important rules. This had been demonstrated on many occasions through her hiring and continued employment of Dr. House.

Chase was beginning to understand that this was also her approach toward the woman House was speaking with, based on her attire that normally would be somewhat frowned upon in a typical work environment. While the woman’s attire wasn’t exactly inappropriate in nature, Chase couldn’t help but find it somewhat distracting to him, even if he knew that that was more so his own problem than the woman’s. Chase couldn’t help but be distracted by the tall hospital employee, whether it was because of her pretty face, long dark hair, or full-bodied characteristics.

“Miss Lange, I seriously don’t have time for this.”

“And I ‘seriously’ don’t have time to go to court for ten malpractice cases in a week, but then again, here we are,” the woman, addressed as ‘Miss Lange’, retaliated firmly.

Her voice had a rather bright, airy quality to it that was oddly inspiring. Inspiring of what, Chase had no idea. He noticed that it was almost like she was speaking in a way that was oddly retro, to the effect of being almost transatlantic. She was a rather interesting and unique type of attractive, but this didn’t stop Chase from being attracted to her at all. She was unlike many of the women he’d been with before, and also unlike many of the women he’d seen before.

She was slender and tall, especially in high heels. In heels, Chase estimated that she had to be almost six feet. She was taller than him in her stylish black Louboutins, but he hardly minded. This was one of the most remarkably beautiful women he’d ever seen, with her long black hair, blunt bangs, and dark hazel eyes. Her skin looked like pale silk, and he was mesmerized.

“Did you know the legal department has employees, like myself, specifically designated as ‘House damage control’?” the lawyer questioned Dr. House.

“I’m flattered,” the man smiled sarcastically.

Chase then realized that the woman was part of Princeton-Plainsboro’s legal staff, and patiently stood with his arms crossed by the door to try and see how her argument with House would pan out. Most people who dared to go toe to toe with House either lost, or lost their minds in the process, but usually it was both. However, this woman didn’t seem to be budging.

“I’m telling you, House, the legal department doesn’t have the time or energy to deal with this. As much as I appreciate you almost single-handedly getting me that SLK I wanted, I’m gonna have to ask that you not violate the Hippocratic Oath every Tuesday, or at least wait until I’ve had my morning espresso.”

“Honey, if your arguments are as solid as your ass, I think you’ll be just fine,” he promised her.

“They are,” she stated, as Chase raised an eyebrow, looking around the room completely flabbergasted.

Dr. Foreman and Dr. Cameron, who were sitting around waiting, both seemed relatively used to this behavior between the two of them.

“I’ll tell you what. You cut down my case load by three a week, I’ll let you bounce a quarter off of it,” the attorney incentivized.

Robert Chase did everything in his power not to let his jaw physically drop to the floor.

“Oh, challenge accepted, toots,” the older doctor said immediately.

The woman, affectionately referred to as ‘Miss Lange’, who couldn’t have been older than thirty-two, turned as she left the room, stopping in front of Chase on the way out.

“Do you happen to have a lighter on you?” she said after a moment of thought.

“Erm, no, sorry,” he shook his head, snapping himself out of his trance as she walked by.

“Shame. Anyways. You gonna be at the casino thing tonight?”

“Yeah,” Chase smirked, glad there was a work event that night.

“Alright. Cool,” was all she had to say to him.

He looked out into the hall as she walked off, shamelessly fixed on the way she moved, her hips moving lightly from side to side as she walked.

“Who is that?” he asked excitedly.

“Hey. Don’t make me spray you with the hose,” House sarcastically interrupted his depraved train of thought. “She’s mine. Back off.”

“What?” Chase snapped back to reality.

Eric Foreman and Alison Cameron both shook their heads at him.

“That’s Margot Lange. I’m only gonna say this once: do not hit that,” House warned.

“What?” Chase questioned, shocked. “Why?” he complained.

“Because. She’ll eat you alive, like some sort of office tiger,” the man informed him, leaning on his cane.

“What does that even mean?” Chase stared at him.

House sighed at his hopeless employee. “You know how you can compare a woman to a shot of espresso?”

Robert Chase had no idea how to answer this particular question.

“I guess…?”

“Well, that woman is a double shot of warm Everclear,” House told him.

But Chase just stood there, staring at him with a clear lack of understand. House made a show of rolling his eyes impatiently, trying to reiterate his warning.

“Do not engage. No man who’s ever tried to pursue a relationship with that woman has ever succeeded,” Gregory House ignored him. “Or come out unscathed.”

“Who said anything about a relationship?” Chase scoffed, a slight insecurity to his response.

“Nice try,” Dr. House commended him, “But even if you don’t want a relationship with her, after a few nights, you will. Trust me. And then, that’ll go south really fast, and you’ll quit, and then I’ll have to find someone to take your place. So just, don’t.”

“Why, are you speaking from experience?” the thirty year-old doctor stared.

“Yes, but not mine. Dr. Wilson’s. ‘Nuff said.”

Chase thought about Wilson for a moment, fully aware of the man’s addictive ‘falling in love’ tendency.

“Yes, but that’s also Dr. Wilson,” he reasoned in his distinctive Australian accent, “He’d fall in love with a blowup doll.”

“Well, what about Dr. Michaels? And Dr. Bettencourt? And Dr. Gonzalez? And Dr. Yu?”

“How can someone even have that much free time?” Dr. Cameron murmured, as Foreman just shrugged.

“Who’s Dr. Yu?” Chase didn’t recognize the name.

“Exactly,” House frowned.

“What if I only get with her once?” Dr. Chase tried to bargain.

“Buddy. She’ll eat you alive.”

“But… What if that’s what I want?” Chase asked cheekily, only to be met with disgust.

“Ugh!” Allison Cameron practically gagged.

“I promise you, you’ll somehow end up with your heart on the floor.”

“Seriously?” Chase asked. “She’s that bad?” he said in disbelief.

“Yes, now can we move on? I’m getting bored, we’ve been on the same topic for a whole two minutes!”

That particular day working for Dr. House wasn’t necessarily the worst that Dr. Chase had ever experienced. They had all left the hospital at a fairly reasonable hour, in time for him to head home and get changed for the office outing to a casino that night. Chase had been fairly excited to get out and head to the casino, mostly because he hadn’t had much of a social life in the past month or so. He was hoping he’d meet someone, or at least have a fairly pleasant evening of socializing with his colleagues, preferably not involving Dr. House.

The casino seemed to be decently populated that Thursday night. Motivated to get the night going, Chase approached the bar, ordering himself a decent scotch. He sat down for a moment, finishing the drink so he could start to feel a light buzz. He looked at the seat beside him, pleasantly surprised to find it was already occupied by a woman. And not just any woman.

“Hey, blondie,” the woman teased him, downing an entire martini right before his eyes.

“It’s you. From earlier,” he realized, almost having forgotten she’d asked him if he was coming.

“What’s your name?” she asked, nodding as the bartender took her glass and offered a refill.

“Robert. Robert Chase,” he told her. “What’s yours?” he decided it best to pretend he hadn’t been told.

“Margot Lange,” she introduced herself confidently.

Robert had to admit he found her confidence attractive, to say the least. The more he drank, the more he couldn’t deny that she was a generally very attractive woman, with her wide, alluring eyes and her chic stature. Robert had to admit he was certainly not opposed to being with a tall woman, especially if that woman was Margot. She wore her height well, embracing it with high heels that had to have made her around six feet tall.

Unlike most men, Robert Chase didn’t feel emasculated by a beautiful, tall woman. If anything, he found her height to be rather attractive, in the way she carried herself as if she were something to be chased. Chase did love himself a tall woman.

“Nice to meet you, Margot,” he smiled charmingly. “Can I buy your next drink?”

“Sure,” she smiled, a seductive purr to her voice.

“So, what do you like to do in your free time?” he asked in turn.

“I’m a lawyer, and I deal with malpractice at the same hospital House works at, do you think I have any free time?” she crossed one leg over the other as she turned to face him.

“Good point,” Chase offered a good-humored smile. “So, what would you like to do in your free time?”

“Honestly, at this point, I’m lucky if I get to make cosmopolitans and watch TV or read a book for a whole day,” she explained. “I’d like to do that.”

“That does sound very relaxing,” he nodded in agreement. “My days off pretty much work the same way. I don’t get too much time to myself, so when I do, I tend to spend it on pretty simple things.”

“Do you like clubbing?” Margot asked.

“Er, I used to, sort of, when I was a little younger,” the young doctor thought. “I never went a whole lot, but when I did go out, that’s the kind of thing I would do.”

“What about raves? You ever go to one?”

“No,” Chase considered, “Not really. Honestly, I’m pretty vanilla.”

“I can see that,” she smirked, prompting him to reconsider the exact wording of that statement, looking embarrassed.

“You seem like you’ve really lived,” he chuckled nervously, feeling his own social life paled in comparison to hers.

“Wanna play a drinking game?” she asked, trying to put him at ease.

“Depends on what the game is,” he looked at her curiously, folding his hands in thought.

“‘Never Have I Ever’. If it’s your turn, you say something you've never done before, and if the other person’s done it, they take a sip of their drink. We take turns,” she concluded.

“Wouldn’t you end up way more drunk than me?” he wondered.

“Not if you guess right,” she sipped on her martini.

“Alright. Consider me game,” he smiled.

“I’ll go first,” she offered, thinking hard about her first turn. “Never have I ever… peed myself in public,” she watched him for a reaction.

“What—” Chase stared at her in disbelief, reluctantly sipping on his glass of scotch. “That’s what you went with?”

“I was curious,” she grinned at the humor of the situation. “Besides, you peed yourself in public, I don’t think you get to judge.”

“I was seven!” he complained defensively.

“Okay, okay, fine,” she agreed mockingly. “Your turn, then.”

“Okay. Never have I ever…” it took him a moment to come up with something he felt could be successful. “Done heroin,” he threw out satirically.

Margot smirked at him, pointedly dragging out her actions as she picked up her martini glass and dramatically held it out to him before taking a small sip. Robert Chase was in shambles as he tried to decide whether to cry out incredulously or simply apologize profusely.

“It’s alright. You don’t have to feel bad,” she promised him, “I’m still here. And a lawyer.”

Chase laughed as the two of them enjoyed the moment, continuing with the childish game as they drank together, both having a surprisingly good time. Robert knew that he’d have a good time with Margot. He knew that House had to have been exaggerating. Right?

“Never have I ever shoplifted,” she suggested eagerly.

“I’ve never done that before, actually,” he told her as she took a tiny sip of her drink.

“Really?” Margot asked nonchalantly, “It’s fun.”

Robert stared. “Why do I almost feel like you’ve done it more recently than, like, high school?”

She just smiled, not giving away her secrets. At least, not all of them.

“Never have I ever… been… in an orgy?” Chase said slowly.

“Define ‘orgy’.”

“Sex with at least three other people?” he decided.

Margot laughed. “That’s the only thing you could think of that you don’t think I’ve done?”

“Sorry,” he apologized quickly, feeling awkward.

But she still seem amused. “No, it’s fine.”

He watched, gulping as she took a sip of her drink. Soon enough, the two of them were out, and Robert ordered them another round. Although they both occasionally ran out of alcohol, he found that the one thing that didn’t seem to be running out, luckily, was conversation. Both of them seemed to lose track of time sitting alone together at the bar.

“Never have I ever… posed nude,” Robert baited, definitely feeling the scotch getting to his head.

Margot rolled her eyes at the basic question, as both of them took a drink. She seemed satisfied by this outcome.

”Never have I ever been leaked,” she stated.

Once again, both of them took a drink. Robert stopped for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts as he looked curiously at the woman across from him.

“How is it that you’ve lived such a life?” Chase wondered.

“That’s not the game,” Margot reminded him.

He just nodded, disappointed as he tried to think of something good. “Never have I ever… done it in public.”

Both of them scoffed and drank.

Margot grinned mischievously. “Never have I ever kissed someone of the same sex.”

“Well… there was one time,” he braced himself, earning a pointed eyebrow raise, “I didn’t actually do it, but there was a dare, at a party, and… I guess I kind of wanted to,”

“I just want to point out that that was definitely a lie, by the way. More so than anything else we’ve said. I have. Plenty of times. I just really wanted to know the answer,” she remarked.

“Never have I ever slept with a coworker,” Chase lied, as she took another sip of her drink.

He felt pretty confident, until her next quip. She looked him right in the eyes as she said it, and he could’ve sworn his knees buckled.

“Never have I ever done someone in an alley behind a casino.”

The subsequent taxi ride to Margot’s place felt unnecessarily long, but as soon as he’d front door closed, the clothes came off. They were both stripped down to their undergarments before even reaching her bedroom upstairs. Margot broke the sloppy kiss, much to Robert’s disappointment, sitting promptly on the bed as he looked down at her in confusion.

“Why’d you stop?” he almost whined, unable to take the way she looked up at him.

“I think… I wanna see you take over for a minute,” she told him, slowly leaning back as she spread her legs for him to see. “I wanna see how you fuck.”

Her words were so deliciously lewd they seemed to have their own unique resonance to them, and he was entranced.

“Alright,” he agreed quickly, tilting her face upward with his index finger.

He kissed her so softly, Margot thought, it was more like kissing a girl. She allowed herself to be entertained by him as he moved his hands, from just above her knees to her hips, the pads of his fingers gently digging into her soft flesh. She felt him passionately slipping his tongue into her mouth, smiling as she toyed with his hair for both amusement and support. He got up on the bed and rested his knees on either side of her, gradually leaning forward so that her body would move backward.

Eventually, she laid on her back looking up at him, eyes full of this feigned innocence. He thought for a moment about how truly good she looked.

“Take this off for me, love?” he asked politely, thumbs circling around the cups of her bra.

She wouldn’t have admitted it, but Margot felt herself growing desperate at the simple act. She then lifted her torso so that he could reach his hands underneath her to unclip her bra, gently putting it aside. She let a tiny, but still present moan escape as he leaned over her, hands holding her breasts as his thumbs tweaked her nipples. Margot pulled him closer to her as he kissed all over the side of her neck, suckling gently despite her gestures and signals for more.

Robert Chase smiled to himself, quickly reassured that he could keep up with a woman like Margot. After all, he’d had his own fair share of amorous exploits. His spike in confidence definitely enhanced his performance, noticeably. Margot smirked to herself triumphantly, realizing she’d chosen well for her midnight snack. Her subsequent responses were overwhelmingly enthusiastic for Chase as she pulled his body over hers on the excitingly large bed. Chase allowed his own animal instincts to take over, crawling on top of her as he kissed her almost harshly, guiding his knee toward her wet center.

“Take these off,” he huffed, slipping off her panties.

Margot chuckled happily as she slid them off, pulling Chase closer to her by the collar of his shirt. He let out a quiet groan as he helped her unbutton and throw off his shirt, thinking he felt more aroused than he ever had in his life. He couldn’t undress fast enough. It wasn’t long before he was stripped down to his underwear, gasping euphorically as he felt Margot’s bright red almond nails digging into the taut flesh on his back. He let out a soft gasp as she rose up from underneath him, flipping him over as he panted softly.

Chase looked up at her with widened blue eyes, heart racing as Margot grinned as she pinned him down. Chase could tell she took pleasure in seeing him helplessly defenseless, which seemed to only excite him more.

“Gotcha,” Margot taunted.

“You got me,” Robert agreed, not sounding particularly broken up about it.

Margot smiled at his eagerness as she slid his briefs down. He gasped as she sank down on top of him, gasping ecstatically. Margot all but pounced on him as she planted harsh kisses on his neck, forcing relieved moans out of him as he thrusted up into her, swearing he’d died and gone to heaven. His hands moved from her ass to her hips, massaging her as she bounced up and down so fast he could hardly think. He could hardly see as he felt himself getting hot.

“Fuck!” Margot sighed, tossing her head back.

Chase grinned, more than satisfied with himself as he watched her. She really was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, let alone slept with. She was confident, and sharp, and fiery. It made for some of the best sex he’d ever had, as ridiculous as it sounded. He even made sure to force himself to last even longer than usual as she clenched tightly around him, just to indulge in the unbelievably intense sensation for longer. He had no idea how long it had really been, but he knew they went at it for at least a solid ten minutes.

Chase suddenly felt the need to switch things up, to add an additional element of spontaneity. So, he took a page out of Margot’s book and pushed her off of his lap. She landed on her lap in the middle of the bed, looking up at him with an animalistic sense of fear in her eyes. She looked up at him with disappointment, pouting seductively as he stood over her on his knees.

“No happy ending?” she teased.

“Not yet, sorry darling,” Chase panted.

Before she knew what was happening, Chase pulled a Margot, flipping her over on her stomach as she let out a squeal of excitement. Margot chuckled as she arched her back. Chase sighed as he slid into her, groaning at the warm feeling. He felt himself twitch at the sound of her loud moans, her pleasure giving him more gratification than anything else.

“Oh, fuck!” he hissed, no longer able to contain his arousal.

“Shit!” Margot whispered, her walls tightening around him.

Chase grinned, feeling himself about to climax as she leaned down, kissing him hungrily as they both clung to one another passionately.

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Chapter Two

[andreisvechnikov]

Hurricanes’ Seth Jarvis leans into status as an honorary Harvard grad

By: Luke Decock, April 24, 2024

When Tripp Tracy was asked to speak at a meeting of the Harvard Club of the Research Triangle last week, he naturally invited the Carolina Hurricanes’ two other Harvard Men to join him. Jack Drury, owner of a Harvard diploma, class of 2023. Seth Jarvis, owner of a “Harvard Alumni” T-shirt, class of not quite veritas.

Neither Drury nor Jarvis could attend because of the team’s pre-playoff dinner gathering, but Jarvis was nevertheless welcome despite his self-proclaimed “Grade 6” education, because if there’s one thing that’s true about the Hurricanes’ third-year forward above all else, it’s that if you try to make him the butt of a joke, even a heartfelt, good-natured one, he’ll find a way to turn it back around on you.

When Drury returned from his Cambridge graduation last summer with the crimson T-shirt as a gift for Jarvis, he never expected Jarvis to cut off the sleeves.

He never expected Jarvis to make it his undershirt and wear it under his shoulder pads every single day of the season. For every practice. Every game. Every postgame interview.

“I thought, there’s no better way to put it to use than cut it into a tank top and wear it under my gear,” Jarvis said.

Seth Jarvis. Harvard alum. The shirt says so.

“There have been a few people who have seriously asked me if I went to Harvard,” Jarvis said, “and they’ve obviously never had a conversation with me.”

The Hurricanes have always had a strong connection to Harvard, through Tracy and his youth teammate and future front-office executive Jason Karmanos, through players like Craig MacDonald and Craig Adams.

They’ve had players from the rest of the hockey-playing Ivy League schools as well, other than Brown: Jeff Hamilton (Yale), Kevin Westgarth (Princeton), Lee Stempniak (Dartmouth), Riley Nash (Cornell). Now Drury. And, apparently, Jarvis.

“I think it’s been awesome,” Tracy said. “I would have liked to have had him on the roster.”

Even within the hockey world, it’s hard to imagine two teammates as different as the goofy Manitoban and the cosmopolitan Harvard grad becoming so close. Jarvis left home at 14 to play junior hockey in the Western Hockey League and was in the NHL by age 18.

Drury, scion of a prominent hockey family, spent two years at Harvard and another year overseas in Sweden; even though Drury is two years older than Jarvis, Jarvis has played more than 100 more NHL games than Drury.

The two are akin to brothers as much as they are friends or teammates, so when Drury gave Jarvis the shirt, it was with the best of intentions. Still, give Jarvis an inch or two, he’ll take all 200 feet, same in the dressing room as on the rink.

“I got it for him hoping he would wear it,” Drury said. “Using it as the undershirt, I love that. I didn’t know he’d do that. Once he started to do it, I thought it was awesome. He’s a character. But you couldn’t have a better guy around the room.”

Every single day, the shirt goes into his laundry bag to be laundered with the rest of the team’s base layers, an old-school throwback amid the sweat-wicking, high-tech gear.

By now, seven months into the season, as the Hurricanes head north for Thursday’s Game 3 against the New York Islanders with a 2-0 lead in their first-round series, the T-shirt should probably be in tatters. It looks just fine. Other than the missing sleeves.

“It’s hung on,” Jarvis said. “It’s high quality. Only the best at Harvard.”

At the end of the regular season, when Jarvis sat in on the Bally Sports broadcast with Tracy and Mike Mansicalco while sitting out Game 82, he told Tracy he would have liked to major in “micro-macro engineering” at Harvard, which sounds like a typical Jarvis malaprop, mishmashing economics and engineering. But it also could very well be somebody’s bespoke “special concentration” in Harvard’s engineering school, studying “theories of engineering principles” or the “interactions between microscopic innovation and large system models.”

Jarvis, with his elite hockey IQ and even quicker wit, may be more evidence that you don’t have to be book smart to be smart. He plays up the dopey-goofball angle because it gets laughs — “There’s still a lot of stupidity going on throughout my day,” Jarvis said — and won the Josef Vasicek Award this season for his quotability, but he’s the son of two educators, and there’s a spark that animates both his personality and his game, burning bright under all the self-deprecating humor.

“He plays a little dumb, but he’s pretty smart actually,” Martin Necas said. “I’m positive. He’s pretty smart. He just makes himself look like it on purpose, sometimes.”

Watching his game grow over the past two seasons, as he spent last year becoming a two-way player and this season reaping the rewards, it’s fair to wonder what would happen if he applied himself in the classroom as he has to his hockey career. Who knows what might be possible.

“It’s never too late,” Drury said. “He plays it up a little bit but he’s smarter than people realize. He’s got a good head on his shoulders.”

And the T-shirt over his shoulders to sort-of prove it.

[genericpuff]

saw this pop up on /r/UnpopularLoreOlympus and I-

Full analysis post that inspired this post can be read here, it's a good read, go check it out!

Now my natural reaction to not assume the worst (shocking, I know) is that what Rachel's actual intention behind making Leto a sun god was due to her being Apollo's mother and her clearly having a stronger relationship with him rather than Artemis. I'm abiding by Occam's Razor here, it's the simplest answer and it keeps my brain from getting too riled up right off the bat LMAO

There's a lot of emphasis put on Apollo being the god of the sun in LO, despite the fact that Apollo is one of the MOST prolific gods in the Greek pantheon, Rachel only ever really focuses on him being god of the sun with some loose references to him also being the god of music (as we see with him playing his lyre). There's really no real referencing to him being the god of medicine though (aside from that scene of him condom-bandaging Persephone's hand in Episode 22 ?? which is silly now in hindsight because she's a fertility goddess who can heal herself but ok lmao and the fact that Rachel established him as a LITERAL DAD with his doctor son Asclepius which ... just feels weird to have in LO tbh) and there's absolutely no referencing (from what I can find or recall) of him being a protector of the young, god of prophecy (for some reason he just magically gives Kassandra the ability to read prophecies... just so she can read his prophecy ??) or archery. Like, he's shown doing a lot of these things but they come across more as just side hobbies or extensions of him being Artemis' brother (like his archery) rather than aspects of his godliness or domains that he presides over. It's just like yeah, Apollo can shoot arrows and bandage people's hands I guess LMAO

All that said, I can see Rachel deciding to make him primarily the god of the sun and then going "oh! let's make his mom a sun god! then she could be a common enemy for both Persephone and Hades!" because Hades doesn't like sun gods yadda yadda.

But... we know Rachel has used front page Google sourcing in her comic before.

(literally the 'source' was copy pasted from a 2004 study guide for Princeton.edu. And we KNOW this was taken right from the first result because it just says 'www.princeton.edu' with no slug attached, which is what showed up back when we first looked into this, the princeton version was deadass the first result with this definition word for word. She didn't even remove the typo where there's no space between Xenios:"Zeus !!!).

And while a bit more into sus territory rather than outright confirmed like the xenia thing above, there's the whole Metis / Métis theory, that has us wondering if Rachel seriously googled "Metis" on its own and accidentally used Indigenous Métis cultural depictions in her version of Metis, the Greek God.

The fringe in her outfit, finger wings, and dark orange/red color really got my attention the first time I saw her design years ago, because she set off so many, "Wait a minute, is that an Indigenous woman???" bells in my Mi'kmaq/Cree brain LMAO And not even in a bad way, but now it feels a little :/ because of how much her character has been assassinated and how clearly accidental it was for her to look like that.

Of course, there's still a more likely explanation that her design was based on this vase:

But IDK y'all. That vase is very distinctly orange while the character itself is depicted in dark garbs and with light skin, so Metis being distinctly red-toned with finger wings and fringe?

While the Xenia thing is definitively copy pasted from the first search result on Google (literally there's no denying that at this point, Rachel's REALLY bad at doing research and then pretending like she was being smart by sourcing it from a university website... completely ignoring the fact that that website literally hasn't been updated since Rachel was working on The Doctor Pepper Show) the Metis and Leto depictions are definitely a lot more up for debate as to what 'research' Rachel did and whether or not they got confused with something else during her searching.

And really, the whole thing with Leto being a "sun god" doesn't make sense really when you think about it. Why is Leto a sun god? It's not even like you could argue there are "some versions" of the myths where she's a god of the sun, or other translations out there, or whatever vague source that could be used like what has been used for other gods like Hades and Persephone. Leto is not affiliated with the sun in any shape or form. Remove Apollo, her eventual son, who didn't exist when she was born and given the title of 'sun god', and it quickly falls apart as to why she would be a sun god in the first place.

She is a goddess of motherhood though, and that's NEVER mentioned in LO. If anything, Rachel makes her a terrible mom on purpose. Because god knows we can't have anyone in this comic be a good mom except for Persephone and Rhea (who are literally just carbon copies of one another). Basically the only thing Rachel gets right with Leto is the fact that she's a Titan and that she had Apollo and Artemis after sleeping with Zeus. That's it.

Unfortunately, unlike the xenia thing, there's no outright proof of what Rachel's reasoning was behind these designs or sources. So I'm not gonna accuse or outright state it as fact that Rachel confused Metis for Métis or ripped the idea for Leto being a sun god from an anime, because the odds of that being true in any way are fairly low.

But they're never zero.

[veespee]

Hey!! your writing is AMAZINGGGG and I love how you view characters.

Do you have any headcanons for vinnie everyman?

MOON!!! HI HI you are literally the reason why i made this account and started taking writing seriously,,, sobbing rn

i was planning on making a post about Vinnie but i couldn't come up with any interesting ones, so here are some that i brainstormed. sorry if there are any mistakes, i wanted to make them close to canon but i put some of my theories in there too :)

Vinnie Everyman Headcannons

-(this one's kinda sad so apologies) He sees Evan through HABIT, and HABIT through Evan. Basically: when HABIT jokes with Vinnie, he sees Evan. He sees his jokey and rowdy friend at that moment. But he has to remind himself; that's not Evan, that's a monster. But. When HABIT left Evan's body for some time, Vinnie could only see HABIT. He tells Evan that he doesn't think he's a monster, but i believe in the back of his mind, there's some bitterness. He knows this isn't Evan's fault, but he's still frustrated. He's so confused, no one's giving him answers. Except for HABIT.

That's why i think he's disappointed in a way, he wants HABIT to stay in Evan's body. HABIT is useful, although destructive. He doesn't like HABIT, he doesn't want to like HABIT, but he still needs him. He needs someone to tell him what to do, a higher being that knows more than him.

-^ continuing that, that's the reason why he didn't take Corenthal's warning seriously. He believed HABIT over his own father, biological or not, figure because HABIT is so knowledgeable. He thinks HABIT is so wise, and that's what HABIT wants Vinnie to believe. It feeds his ego, and he keeps Vinnie under his control.

-Also, it's not really hard to be manipulated by HABIT. He talks and acts like he's wise and knowledgeable, and honestly, he's good at it. Vinnie's intimidated by his threats, but also follows him around like a dog. Again, i'm repeating myself, but he's so infatuated with HABIT cause he feels like he's the only one that can answer him. And HABIT keeps him around to feed his ego, and to get his plan going.

-Furthermore, I think his relationship with Corenthal is SO interesting. Although i think Corenthal in general is such an interesting and underrated character, but that's a whole another post. Now, for this one I'll go a bit far from canon, but these are HCs so i guess that's the point lol: Basically, i think Vinnie DOES see Corenthal as a father figure, but he has complicated emotions. He distances himself from Corenthal, possibly out of just bitterness. Now i'm talking about the YouTube iteration, not Fairmount or Princeton, so that means that Vinnie has his own biological parents. However, Vinnie's memory got wiped (i mean, he knows he has parents and siblings, but he can't remember anything about them) so who's the only one he can remember? Dr. Corenthal.

Corenthal falls under someone I believe Vinnie gets attached to; someone who's wise, knowledgeable. He's a doctor, and a much older man, and he knows a lot about the boys' situation. We don't see a lot of interactions between them, so I'll just use my imagination for this part, but i believe that Vinnie is bitter because of how little Corenthal has said. He knows the Doctor knows what's going on, yet he's such a mysterious figure. He only appears a handful of times, and the other information they have about him are from old letters he had written. So Vinnie must be thinking, why isn't he helping? Why isn't he protecting us, if he has so much knowledge? So when Corenthal does contact him, he's suspicious. He doesn't believe him, instead, he believes HABIT. HABIT's there for him, even in a twisted way, and Vinnie believes that there's no way he's being lied to. So when Corenth tries to open Vinnie's eyes, he keeps them shut, and stays blind to HABIT's manipulation. Thus, resulting to Vinnie's death. Thus, resulting to another iteration where Corenthal can't save his children.

alright that's all :3 thank you for reading and thank you Moon for the request!!

[funemployed-fangirl]

Modern Bridgerton AU

Gregory & Lucy

Gregory has never been single for more than a month at a time since he was 16 years old. He loves being in love, and has regularly announced to the family “Guys, I’ve met the one! For real this time, this is the girl for me!”. They haven’t taken him seriously since he was 16 years old. He goes to Princeton (he may or may not have broken the heart of a fairly powerful individual’s daughter, and Anthony decided it’d be better if he was out of the city for a while). He does well enough at school, and Anthony gives him a job after he graduates (because nepotism is alive and well). 

His sister Hyacinth drags him to a party, where she introduces him to her friends Hermione and Lucy. Gregory has been single for a few months, and immediately decides he is in love with Hermione. But like him, she is rarely single, and is surrounded by guys trying to shoot their shot with her. Gregory ends up on the sidelines talking to Lucy, who decides she likes Gregory more than any of the other guys Hermione has ever dated and agrees to help him out and Cyrano the situation. 

Lucy has been dating the same guy since high school. Their families are close, and there’s an understanding that the two will eventually get married. But they’ve been stalling, because while he’s a good guy, he’s also gay. They’ve been together all this time so that he can avoid coming out to their conservative families. But now Lucy’s parents are going through a contentious divorce. And in her mother’s attempt to keep up appearances, she decides an engagement and (small) society wedding is just the thing. Lucy doesn’t love the idea of marrying her gay boyfriend, but she’s desperate enough to get out of her parents’ house that she agrees. 

During all this, she’s spending more and more time with Gregory. At first it’s to help him get closer to Hermione. But eventually, they start hanging out just to spend time with each other. And eventually, Gregory realizes he’s in love with Lucy (no, like actually this time, HYACINTH). But of course, she’s about to get married, which he cannot allow. He also knows that everyone is skeptical that it's really love this time, so he decides that a grand gesture is needed. So obviously the day of the wedding, he bursts into the church and proclaims that he objects to the marriage because “Lucy, I love you, and I know that you love me too!”

Side note: Anthony and Kate are at the wedding, because they know the families through some society connection. Anthony nearly passes out and Kate immediately has her phone out so she can facetime Sophie.

All hell breaks loose. The families end up in a side room of the church, everyone arguing. It’s full Shakespearean Act 5 chaos. Lucy's mother is screaming about optics. Her father is yelling about how much this wedding cost (his accounts are pretty depleted from the divorce, but he doesn't want people to know that). Lucy's fiance is like "girl marry him". The fiance's family is furious that they got so close to locking that shit down. Lucy's brother suggests since everyone's here, he and Hermione could get married instead (Record scratch. Did anyone even know they were dating?!). Anthony and Colin (when did Colin even get here?) are trying to talk sense into Gregory. Kate and Hyacinth (Hyacinth drove Gregory to the church - no way she was missing this shit) are keeping up a running commentary to Sophie and Benedict (Sophie went and got Benedict at some point) on facetime. 

Somehow everyone walks out of the church unscathed. Lucy and Gregory get engaged about a few months later, but wisely decide that a quiet City Hall ceremony is the way to go (the fact that their first child was born 6 months after the wedding may have had something to do with that decision). They quickly move out to New Jersey where they can have enough room for their quickly expanding family. Gregory continues with the family business, while Lucy splits her time as a stay-at-home mom and local theater volunteer.

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[fishyyyyy99]

OK, I seriously can't believe someone actually thinks this about season 4 of Never Have I Ever:

"In 2023, the message of the show suddenly turned into *"racism, white supremacy, patriarchy, and class inequity doesn't exist anymore. Devi did a Bollywood dance, got into Princeton, and a racist white guy said he loves her at the last minute, so everything is going to be okay (for Gen Z)."*

This is the opposite of the premise that the show started with in 2020, which acknowledged the brutal unfairness in the world."

Firstly, it wasn't a Bollywood dance. They danced to the Tamil dubbed version of a song that is originally Telugu. Tamil cinema is known as Kollywood, and Telugu cinema is known as Tollywood. Maybe people who comment so much on racism should learn a little more about not clubbing all of Indian culture together. As a Telugu woman who lives in Tamil Nadu, I'd like to say that I was really happy with the dance number. I was especially happy because it wasn't a Bollywood dance (season 1 just used Hindi songs, and that really annoyed me because Devi is Tamil).

The show literally acknowledged that Devi ("our little hothead from the valley") was happy in that moment. There was no claim about everything being okay forever. It's just that she is better equipped to deal with problems now. She will continue to grow non-linearly, just like she did throughout the show.

Of course, the show became less about dealing with intense grief as it went on - time heals. But they did portray that grief still lingers, despite that.

Also, the portrayal of familial relationships was great - Devi talking about how it's cool to live with three generations of women in her house, Nalini having to deal with empty nest syndrome, Nalini talking about her own struggle with having to start over in the US after being a top resident in India (but of course, the last season does not acknowledge how brutally unfair the world is /s) and how she was just trying to protect Devi from being devastated, Devi setting her mother up (showing how much she had healed and grown since season 2), Kamala being too attached to her family to move away and Nalini telling her that change is good (and even Kamala's coping mechanism of becoming overprotective of Nirmala), Kamala and Devi's sweet moments, the family's acceptance and joyous celebration of Nirmala finding love again, Nirmala calling Nalini out for being mean to Devi, and of course, the heartwarming scene of Nalini helping Devi pack and telling her she's proud of her. Devi's final monologue focused primarily on how much she cares about her mother. Did all of that mean nothing to some people?

Never Have I Ever is not an unproblematic show. But I still can't believe it's being reduced to this. I. Seriously. Just. Can't. Devi was so much more comfortable in her skin than when the show started, and was no longer obsessed with external validation. Her relationship with Nalini had improved greatly. She embraced her culture so much more. She was okay with not getting into Princeton, and realised that she'd always be connected to her father no matter what. I don't mind that she didn't completely give up on her Princeton dream. I don't think she needed to, to show that she had healed. She was able to tell her dad's story in a way that felt true to herself, and did not feel exploitative (she reclaimed her power from a racist white guy). She was truly happy when she prayed to the gods before leaving to Princeton. She was surrounded by people who cared about her and loved her, as she said. And she was happily in the middle of a fun game of Never Have I Ever before Ben showed up. She had learned to love herself and her life. The show having a happy (for now) ending does not equal them saying that everything is going to be okay forever. The world is still brutally unfair. Devi is just a little better at dealing with it.

I don't know who needs to hear this but Never Have I Ever had a TEAM DEVI ending! Just because Devi was not single at the end of the show/ended up with someone you dislike, it doesn't mean that the ending wasn't a win for team Devi.

TEAM DEVI FOR THE WIN! AND THAT'S WHAT WE GOT.

I'll acknowledge that there were issues with the show throughout all four seasons. But I can't see such an empowering show being dismissed in such a ridiculous way.

[covid-safer-hotties]

Also preserved in our archive

by Shane McCauley

Nobody wants to talk about COVID-19 anymore — and understandably so. By many measures, Princeton, and the country as a whole, have succeeded in mitigating the pandemic. Since March 2022, weekly U.S. death tolls have remained much lower than their previous heights, even during seasonal surges. Updated vaccines continue to be highly effective against severe disease and death. In some ways, it may seem to make sense to treat the disease like a common cold.

In fact, that’s exactly what Princeton’s current policy, in alignment with CDC guidelines, does. Students are no longer required to isolate when diagnosed with the disease, nor to report their positive tests or mask. Instead, “common-sense guidelines” are recommended “for all respiratory viruses,” and residential colleges no longer provide rapid antigen tests, just optional KN-95 masks.

However, in the face of continued concerns and unanswered questions about the health effects of COVID-19 reinfections, especially for disabled or immunocompromised individuals, it does not make sense to treat all respiratory viruses as equals. Princeton’s current protocols are not unique to — and therefore not appropriate for — addressing and mitigating the spread of COVID-19. Though it does not make sense to return to pandemic-era restrictions like mandatory masking, Princeton must provide guidance for isolation and mitigation with best practices specific to COVID-19 in mind.

First, though a COVID-19 infection may be benign for most young people, the chance of severe disease is still much higher than that from the common cold. A recent study showed COVID-19, even with most of the population vaccinated or otherwise partially immune, remains 35 percent deadlier than the flu. In spite of this, the virus has evolved to be more contagious than it was in 2020. Together, these factors make for a virus that continues to present a unique danger to our health.

The threats posed by COVID-19 also transcend the initial infection — especially if one catches the virus multiple times. We’ve all heard about long COVID-19 — which most often causes long-term effects fatigue, headaches, lightheadedness, chest pain, and other issues. But some of the scariest effects of infection may be impossible to initially discern. A study published earlier this year shows that infection, even with a mild case of COVID-19, can lead to the equivalent of seven years of brain-aging. In adolescents in particular, this can often cause long-term trouble with memory and focus. Even confined to the lungs, the virus can trigger inflammation in the brain, causing lasting damage. Furthermore, the impact of COVID-19 worsens with repeat infections, even if those infections seem just as mild as the initial one.

Skepticism abounds about studies like these, given the mild nature of many COVID-19 infections. But given the sheer volume of literature showing similar results, we must take them seriously. It’s clear that the virus still poses a unique threat, and treating it as akin to other respiratory infections just doesn’t make sense. As we head into the winter season — and likely another on-campus surge — Princeton and the study body must recognize the continued danger of COVID-19, even if we don’t return to the policies of 2020 or 2021.

In fact, other campuses like Yale retain much clearer guidelines for how students and faculty should respond to a COVID-19 outbreak. In updated guidance for this fall, Yale’s Campus Health still requires that students who test positive isolate while they have a fever and wear masks for an additional five days in public. Yale also provides takeout meals rather than forcing infectious students to eat unmasked in the dining hall. These guidelines are clear and minimally invasive to student life while recognizing the unique threat COVID-19 continues to pose to people of all conditions.

Princeton also must offer clearer guidance as to what a student should do if their roommate tests positive for COVID-19, or vice versa. Yale makes it clear on their website that students who feel unsafe in their living situation can contact their residential college for additional lodging options. Princeton’s most recent advice—which is dated Fall 2023 and contradicts other current guidelines—also says students should find another place to sleep in their suite, or contact an email address that provides isolation help. However, it’s unclear whether this already amorphous policy is still in place given the lack of updates for the Fall 2024 semester. The University must make its policy on COVID-19 isolation among roommates clear to students as the virus continues to spread across campus.

Princeton’s current silence on this issue seems to suggest we do what many have already done in this situation: continue to live with your roommate, maybe mask up, and hope for the best. But as we head toward another winter season, this is not enough. Princeton should use its wealth of resources to offer temporary housing for any student who needs it for health concerns. As a March 2023 op-ed pointed out, the University must not place the burden on students alone to keep themselves safe.

Furthermore, the University’s silence on the continued spread of COVID-19 on-campus has arguably created a culture of apathy about it. While this may not bother those who do not have health issues or are willing to take risks, we must remain sensitive as a community about people’s boundaries. I’ve heard stories about students jokingly showing their positive COVID-19 test to a friend, unmasked. Behavior like this cannot continue. In making the necessary return to normal, we’ve forgotten the importance of respecting other people’s boundaries around health.

What this issue comes down to, then, is common sense. The term was rightly invoked late in the pandemic to rally support for loosening harsh restrictions amid a lower health risk. But perhaps we have gone too far in the other direction. COVID-19 is not the same thing as a cold or even the flu, and we must again use common sense to create policies — both at Princeton and elsewhere — which recognize that.

[aberooski]

Writing an au of Chazz, Atty, and Lex getting sucked into the Mushroom Kingdom was a joke, but the idea of Peach and Chazz becoming unlikely besties hanging out in the dungeon in Bowser's castle is so funny and cute please stop me before I actually do it I have too much to work on right now as it is please 😭

[all-pacas]

me blatantly gauging interest: i wrote 1,200 words of a 'chase meets cameron's parents' story ages ago and didn't finish it because it's not as cynical as my usual stuff, i think. but then i'm like. i'm sure they did have good times too. right? so anyway this is the whole thing. it is Not Complete In The Least.

-

They rent a car at O’Hare.

It’s been well over a year since Cameron’s visited her parents, but the drive is muscle memory: making their way out of the maze of parking lots and onto I-88 towards the suburbs.

Chase cranes his neck and expresses disappointment with the view, which is mostly billboards and freeway. “I thought Chicago had skyscrapers and things.”

“It does. It’s also about thirty miles in the opposite direction,” Cameron points out, changing lanes. Last time she’d come home, her brother had picked her up at the airport. The time before that, she’d made the mistake of driving all twelve hours from Princeton. The rental has a rubbery, chemical smell: clean and impersonal and somehow surreal. The company even more so.

Cameron hadn’t expected she’d have Thanksgiving off, certainly not while still relatively new to the ER. But she’d offered to cover Christmas and New Year’s — putting in her due diligence, she’d figured — and three days off midweek was her reward. Too good to pass up. Her mother has been complaining for years she’s never home for holidays.

You didn’t happen to ask for Thanksgiving off, did you? she’d asked Chase. More due diligence. She’d known he hadn’t; it was an American holiday he’d never expressed even the slightest of interest in, has worked every year she’s known him.

I can take it off if you’d like, he’d offered.

They’ve been together almost two years. Lately, they’ve begun very seriously discussing moving in together; not just staying at his place but finding their own, sharing a lease. How many bedrooms was a question cautiously breeched, the subtext clear to them both. There was no reason not to invite her boyfriend along for a family holiday.

She’s practically nauseous. “How did you get the time off?” she asks abruptly.

Chase stops fiddling with the radio. “I… asked?” At her sideways look, he smirks. “What?”

“A month’s notice, and you just get five days off work just because you asked?” She’s exasperated… but she’s trying not to smile.

“I’m very likable,” he says seriously. “I’m very charming.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“Worked on you,” he jokes.

“You’re a kiss-ass, you mean.” She’s smiling now, but changes the subject. “So, Michael will be there with Amanda. Their oldest is Abby, then Hailey, then Chrissy, and their baby is Mason. My uncle John and aunt Ella will be there, too, and my cousins — are you listening?”

He’s playing with the radio, and pulls his hand away, palm up in surrender. “I can’t remember all those names.”

“We won’t be there for another hour,” Cameron says grimly. “We’ve got time.”

He sighs, exasperated. “You’re not worried about how I got the time off, you’re worried about me meeting your family. You’re wondering how I talked my way into it, and if it’ll work on your mum and dad.”

She shoots him a look, and he flashes her his most charming smile. “Obviously I’m nervous! Aren’t you?”

“No,” Chase says frankly. “People’s parents love me.”

“Just not your own.” That’s mean. She knows it and regrets it and sees his expression falter as soon as she says it. She tightens her hands on the wheel. “I’m —”

“It’s fine,” he says shortly.

“No, it isn’t. I’m sorry.” She drums her fingers on the wheel, tense and anxious. When she glances over, he’s looking out the passenger side window. Pointedly. “You’re right. I — I’m just nervous. I haven’t brought anyone home since…”

Since her husband. She sees Chase turn to look at her, frowning as he does the math. “You’ve dated other people,” he says.

“I was in med school.”

The implication rests between them. Cameron has had the occasional date, but nothing serious. Not in a decade, not since her husband. School kept her busy, her residency kept her busy, her internship, House…

Chase opens the glove box, searching for something to fidget with. “I’m going to ask you something,” he says slowly.

“Sure.” She changes lanes, passes a minivan.

“…Do your parents know about me?” he asks slowly.

“I’ve mentioned you.” Her tone is all wrong, she knows. She forces a smile. “That there was this guy in my fellowship program. Blond, cute accent, looked about fifteen years old…” She sees him nod, expression carefully blank. He takes the car’s manual and flips through the pages, and then a second time.

“I told them you were coming,” she says.

For two years, Cameron’s been content with how things were going. She and Chase have always gotten along well enough; their relationship hasn’t changed that. They like to spend time together; they respect one another’s space and time. She encouraged him to take the surgery fellowship, to finish his certifications. He’d helped her through the first rough weeks of emergency medicine, adjusting to the reality of losing patients. The sex is good, they have shared hobbies, their serious fights are few and far between. At three months: their first weekend away. Six months, first vacation. At a year, they began exchanging I love yous. They spent Valentine’s Day together. They have regular dates. She imagines their relationship as a checklist, orderly and predetermined. Next comes moving in together. Next comes…

Lately, no matter what she does, she feels like she’s a shitty girlfriend.

Chase’s recent admission that he feels like she shuts him out had hurt for how much it blindsided her: it was nowhere on her list. That House had noticed, that House was the one to mention it, even worse. Things were easy and they were orderly and the whole time she’d been shutting Chase out. The idea that he might not see things the same way, have the same plans…

She’d invited him to Thanksgiving, because that was the sort of thing you should do after two years. She hadn’t been hiding him, no matter what he thought; she wasn’t ashamed of him or their relationship.

But she’d still been surprised when he said yes.

“My parents still haven’t forgiven me for getting married,” she says finally, staring determinedly at the road. House in her head: Because it was a crazy thing to do, but Chase says nothing. Even though she knows he agrees. “They thought I was… setting myself up for failure.”

Chase leans back in his seat, stops flipping through the manual. “Because he was dying, or because you were twenty?”

Cameron’s ready to take offense, to defend herself. But she sighs, changing lanes. “A little of both. And some ‘you should be concentrating on your studies’ for good measure. But mostly they understood, I thought.” She grimaces. “But after he died… within about a month, my mom was trying to set me up with so-and-so’s son from work. Like I just needed to get back on the saddle. Like it was just a bad breakup.”

That it was so unbelievable she’d loved him, that she was grieving him, that just because it had been a short marriage didn’t mean it was a real one… she feels an old, familiar pinch of anger. Anxiety.

She and Chase don’t talk about her first marriage much. He’s awkward about it; she suspects (and is afraid to confirm) jealousy. For her part, it’s hard not to compare the two relationships, the two men. Unfair, she knows, but impossible to avoid.

[kiddbegins]

"maybe i didn’t like the way (character) looked at you!” with wilson

I’m yours.

James Wilson x f!reader

Word count: idk I wrote this on here

A/n: I love him but I feel like this may be a little ooc for him but oh well

Things with James were easy. You’d fallen into a routine enough in the couple years you’d been together that it just worked. If you cooked, he’d wash dishes. If you were sick, he’d take over house chores. If you needed to shop, he’d take the chance to go with you.

It was good. Amazing even. A perfect balance in all ways. If you fought it was usually over the bills even if there were set ones in each of your names. Regardless, you had a deal to not go to bed angry at one another.

That was how you proved that you still loved each other even if you had argued that day. Except today was weird. You both worked at Princeton Plainsboro, him as the head of Oncology, you as the head of surgery.

That of course meant that you both were… liberally pulled into the antics of his friend and your acquaintance, Gregory House. Which also meant his little team of ducklings were in and out of the OR that you had to give them access to.

It was a whole thing.

And it wasn’t like you weren’t aware of the glances Chase made in your direction. He’d been making them since his first day. Of course they were always ignored and he knew there was really no chance of anything even possibly happening so he just left it.

Except James was never around when it happened. It always seemed to happen when he was busy with his own life and patients that you caught the blonde looking.

Like now, you were talking over the plan for a patient and he was looking at you with such admiration you didn’t even know what to say. You knew he wanted to get better at surgery, was thinking of switching over but you never thought much into it.

After a brief talk, he walked away, ready to give House the rundown of what you’d just told him and that was that.

You were clear aside from the talked about surgery and it was lunchtime so you went to get food in the cafeteria. Just as you turned, you saw him turning the other way down the hallway.

He was gone before you even could stop him, so you followed him. You had no idea why he’d run off, James was always the one that would at least make a point to give you a smile or something when he saw you so the fact he left was weird.

“James?” You called out as you jogged after him, right to his office. “Hey, you alright?” You questioned, shutting the door behind yourself.

“Yeah, fine. Just busy.” He said shortly, in a tone he’d never taken with you. He’d always have some sort of sweetness to his voice.

You raised your eyebrows slightly, “what? No, something’s wrong. What happened?” Genuinely unaware of what it was that had him in such a mood. “Did house do something? You know I’m not above yelling at him or more if needed.”

“House didn’t do anything, seriously y/n, I’m fine.” He waved you off, sitting at his desk and forcing himself to look at whatever paper it was that was in front of him.

Your eyebrows furrowed together, “Jamie,” your voice softened slightly, “come on, I know you’re lying.”

He was quiet, pursing his lips as he sat back, shaking his head. Part of you wanted to drop it, but there was just something that made you stand in front of his desk.

Something seemed to snapped in him, “Maybe I just didn’t like how Chase looked at you, y/n.” He nearly yelled, his voice just slightly raising as he dropped his pen.

“Wha- James really?” A slight scoff of disbelief in your voice. “What are you even talking about?”

He scoffed himself, “What am I talking about? He was practically undressing you with his eyes out there!” His eyes finally lifting up to you.

You never saw it that way. Again, admiration was the main thing you’d name the way he looked at you. “James, he just looks up to me. He wants to go into surgery.”

“That’s not the only thing he seems to want to go into.” He muttered, a comment you’d never thought on your life you’d hear from him. Anything of that sort.

You shook your head, moving to stand in front of him, leaning to put your hands over his shoulders, “Look at me. No matter what he wants from me? I’m yours. Always. You know that.”

“Do I?”

“I mean… I hope you do at least..” your voice betraying the way you were taken aback by his words.

He sighed lightly, nodding. “I do.” He muttered, pulling you to sit on his lap. “I just know… he’s more your… type.” James said, his hands resting on your hips.

“You’re my type. You.” Your words were healing to hear to say the least, James nodding again. Even if he was worried, he knew he’d have you. Always.

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[emi1y]

pros of house s4: i like it's acknowledging that house is renowned for malpractice and that other hospitals don't actually tolerate that, its just princeton that's insane

cons of s4: cuddy's wardrobe is getting way more revealing than would be realistic for a hospital administrator i think. like she's soo hot but also i don't like what they're doing to my girl. she's a professional. she jokes with and tolerates house but she does take herself seriously. she would not wear that.

[genericpuff]

Hi Puff! Idk if anyone has asked you this yet but what are your thoughts on the god of war game series? Are they actually more "accurate" about the greek mythology then LO? xD

oh lord, I'm def not a good person to ask about this question because I haven't played through all the original God of War games (though it makes me laugh to think about them because watching my oldest brother play the first game when I was like 7 years old was the first time I'd ever seen video game boobies LOL) but considering it's just a hack and slash game in which you brutally murder the gods... ima give it a big noooo on that one LOL it's about as accurate as LO in that it's more about spectacle and drama than it is about actually being accurate to the myths they're based on lmaoo

As for the Norse series of games, I actually HAVE played both God of War 2018 and Ragnarok and loved them both, though I'm not as well versed in Norse mythology so I also can't say if what they take from Norse myth is accurate. Obviously I know that Atreus/Loki has zero relation to fictional character Kratos from Greece and I have basic understanding of general concepts like Yggdrasil and the nine realms among other things like that, but the finer details regarding the stories of the characters themselves I'm not as brushed up on. Hella great storytelling though and I appreciate the lengths they went to to make it feel like a Norse-myth-inspired environment, even down to the vocabulary and terms used.

Just like with LO, you shouldn't be taking any of what God of War does or says at face value. If you like the games (or LO), use it as an opening hook to get more into the actual myths if they interest you. But definitely don't use them as any sort of credible source LOL

Now that I'm typing out my thoughts on this though, I think the biggest difference between GoW and LO (one that makes GoW far superior to it) is that the creators of GoW never once led their audience to believe that they were more than what they were, a hack and slash video game inspired by specific myths. What you see is what you get with GoW, but LO - and Rachel - constantly feel like they're actually trying to be taken seriously and that's what makes it all the worse when their storytelling is godawful and the amount of actual "myth" they have in the comic amounts to as much as a Family Guy cutaway gag. Just completely directionless and uninspired to the point you wonder why it's even an Greek myth retelling to begin with. At least GoW fully immerses itself in the myths their games are based on and has a shitload of fun with it, with LO it'll just source some copy pasted Princeton document or lazily tell some mythological metaphor that has nothing to do with the overarching plot so that it can remind you "hey this is a Greek myth retelling!" before getting back to its bland Keeping Up with the Kardashians romance. The mythological "inspiration" in LO feels more like tired lip service at this point rather than actual inspiration, which is really bitterly ironic considering Rachel used to tote around calling herself a "folklorist" and claiming that everyone else's knowledge of Greek myth compared to hers was "basic af".

TL ; DR: The biggest difference between GoW and LO in their retellings is humility IMO.

[tanadrin]

@adzolotl

Since you seem to want to make this a Real Science vs Not Science thing, does it change your mind at all if I tell you the most respected physicists at Stanford and Princeton are all (afaict) Everettians? It's very very widely accepted among the "it from qubit" set.

All of the physicists who actually think hard about quantum cosmology end up being Everettians (except Penrose, I don't know what that guy's problem is).

i want to post about stargate sg-1; i suppose i should have remembered that @official-kircheis is an mwi stan and also physically incapable of letting anything go, but here we are

i will happily admit i do not have the mathematics or physics background to weigh the relative merits of different interpretations of quantum mechanics. but i think the whole concept of “interpretations” of physics is a bit silly! as i understand it, the physics people do on blackboards and in books is the business of the mathematical models which make predictions, against which we test observations; i do not see why that requires “interpretation,” bc either the math works or it doesn’t. so insofar as i have an opinion on interpretations of qm, i think that interpretations of qm which can’t be experimentally distinguished from one another are essentially a kind of detached philosophy, a bit like those string theories that nobody has found a way to experimentally test yet.

from that standpoint, the idea that people get really attached to certain philosophical ideas about what physics means (beyond, like, what the math says you should observe) is interesting, and also not surprising, but also not, like... persuasive? in the sense that you cannot experimentally disprove people’s philosophical manias, and also in the sense that yeah, if you need to believe (or at least tacitly accept) in the likelihood of mwi to be taken seriously as a physicist at stanford and princeton, there might be some external/social reasons why those interpretations prevail, in addition to or aside from a kind of aesthetic or philosophical appeal. the university of chicago is famous for producing a very particular kind of economist, with a very particular kind of philosophical view on what is “correct’ economics. i do not have to be an economist to work out that this might be an institutional bias rather than an objective feature of economics.

mwi might very well be true, but most of the evidence people trot out seems to be more of the “this makes the theory more elegant” kind rather than the “oh yeah we ran such-and-such experiment, and we could not have gotten the result we did if objective collapse theories were true.” and sure, sometimes physics is quite elegant. but sometimes it isn’t! and from what i can tell aesthetic or philosophical judgements are not a very reliable guide to physics.

[hcneycomb]

                ✦    (SONG KANG, CIS MAN, HE/HIM) - is ROWAN IM late to class again? how does the 24 year old SENIOR expect to get their degree in FINANCE? professors say that they are CHARMING but i heard that they are INDOLENT. hopefully they’ll make it to graduation!

life is perpetual freshness , in permanent movement , as such , we need to be the same way; a childlike innocence is requested by existence , every time , in every circumstance – a priceless purity.

✦     𝒊   ,   the   stastistics   .

name   :  rowan im   ,   nickname   :  row , or dumbass to many ,     age   :   twenty - four   ,   date   of   birth   :   23rd of may   ,   zodiac   sign   :   gemini   ,     hometown   :   east hampton , new york   ,     gender   :   cis   man   ,   pronouns : he / him , orientation   :   heterosexual ???   ,   languages   :   english   ,   korean   , conversational french , major : finance , sibling / s : one older sister ,

positive traits   :   affable , spirited , ingenious , witty , sanguine ,   negative traits   :   theatrical , evasive , defensive  , patronizing , indolent ,  aesthetics   :     sleeping in class   ,   hot chocolate in winter time   ,   unremembered names behind coy smile   ,   a legacy   ,   computer screen left on throughout the night , broken promises of getting shit together , always a glint of something mischievous , nonchalance of the youngest sibling , character inspo   : david larrabee from sabrina , stiles stilinksi from teen wolf , logan huntzberger from gilmore girls , nick miller from new girl , seth cohen from the oc , theo engler from you ,

✦   𝒊𝒊.   ,   the   backstory   .

being the youngest son of the conglomerate im industries , rowan believes he had dodged a bullet. being the youngest meant lesser responsibilities , freer choices , and a wider array of possibilities — and for the most part of his childhood , though he still was subjected to intense private lessons , he'd never felt the pressure weigh on his shoulders as opposed to how it was with his older sister.

rowan never took his life seriously. lessons begrudgingly attended in the mornings , sports in the afternoon , sneaking off in between doing god knows what , parties at night , and never coming back home until a week later to repeat the process. he was a nuisance as a teen , even more so as a young adult as he began to show signs of not growing out of his teenage mischief. his parents had thought that if they had just allowed rowan to do whatever he wanted at the beginning , he'd grow tired of it and become considerate , but they thought wrong.

after high school , rowan got into princeton for sports science. though it was never in his agenda to go to college , his father stroke him a deal of consenting him to study any degree just as long as he finishes it , and of course , a few calls to his esteemed princeton colleagues were made. his grades weren't the best , but he's a talented swimmer. and for a few months , everyone swore he'd finally stick with it , that is until he suddenly dropped out , went backpacking around the world doing god knows what - a running theme - and called it taking a gap year ... or two.

he had cut all means of communication with his family for almost two years. although his mother became a consistent bearer of news during that time , it was also how he knew his sister had gotten seriously ill , and that coming home was of grave matter.

rowan's relationship with his father was strained , and with his sister's inability to continue working in the company , frustratingly agreeable had only become rowan's response to his father's demands.

✦   𝒊𝒊𝒊.   ,   the   character notes   .

timber creek university is his mother's alma mater , and it was also with her encouragement that rowan decided to pursue a bachelor's degree there. a legacy — as they called him , but rowan tends to hide the minor detail behind his facetious charm and outgoing demeanor.

he rarely discusses anything regarding his family's business , and if asked regarding his relations to the im industries , he reasons that most korean-americans have identical surnames anyway.

despite finally adhering to a singular spot for nearly four years , rowan can still be quite the man that he was two years ago : a fool who runs his mouth , thoughts leaving his mind without slightest bit of consideration , increasingly dramatic over even the most minute account , and overly troublesome. anyone that do not wish to have business with him ought to avoid this pest.

✦   𝒊𝐯.   ,   the   connections   .

a list of wanted and established connections can be found here.