#and i have to make sure to keep my scholarship because if i cant keep it i cant keep studying and i dont even know

[sexykwan]

a little rant because i dont know who tell this and i think ive annoyed my twt people enough (quan sorry if you see this🙏)

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for mentioning college again to my online friend, despite her telling me she knows it's not for her/not making a decision about it right now?

We both turned 18 this year, and are in our last years of highschool, and hopefully will both graduate this year! We met two years ago, and call and play games together sometimes, send each other selfies, share our silly crushes—she's the best girl friend I have right now and im very grateful for her.

Some info about me: both of my parents grew up very low income and from rough places and got full scholarships/a deal(like they pay for your college, and then you work for them after), because of this they're financially doing much better than both their families(my mother regularly sending money back home to pay for surgeries , bills, etc.). All of this is to say I've been raised with the mindset that higher education is my ticket to bettering my life, and I take school very seriously. I live in an area with a lot of immigrants, and all my friends do plan on going to college. Here is my disclaimer that I know college is *not* for everyone, and you do not need to go to college to be successful. But my friend is in the same stage in life as me, and I think it could be beneficial for her. She's not the best student at all(also home-schooled and does online schooling), but she's passing all her classes. We've talked about it before and I've asked if she's thought about college, and she said no because everyone in her family who went was just left with debt. Additionally she's not motivated in school now, so she doesn't think she would be motivated in college and would just end up as a "money dump". She's also talked about college with her mom, who said that she was only 18 and didn't need to make decisions about it right now. Right now her plan is to get a minimum wage job after high school(she's mentioned a fast food chain). I do think it would be good for her to get out of the house because right now she's basically stuck at home because her mom doesn't like going places. To my knowledge she has no friends irl, because of the homeschooling. Which is one of the reasons why I think college would be great for her--the chance to be with other people your own age.

We've only talked about college one time where I just asked, and after that I haven't mentioned it because I don't want to act like I have any say in her life decisions or make her feel bad. I've just been thinking about it lately because logically to me it seems like if she did want to go to college, now would be the best time because she would have the support of her online school where she has a counselor. Her mom didn't go to college and she isn't in regular contact with her dad.

For more context my family is middle class and I'm not sure what her financial situation is, but I do know comfortable but not deeply so. I would hate to bring up college if it's something she knows she cant afford( but long term I think going to college would help her make more money than any job she started now, which is why Im thinking about bringing it up again). I don't know if this is enough context, and I'm willing to provide more! I'll admit I'm not the smartest teen out there, so if you see any thing wrong with my thinking or think I'm a total asshole please tell me and I'll check my behavior. Im also keeping in mind her lack of motivation that she mentioned she had in school, and of course her mental health and wellbeing is of like. the utmost importance.

so, would I be the asshole for bringing up college with her again, despite knowing her situation? I really love this friend and the last thing I would want to do with her is be disrespectful and insensitive. thank you for very much, Tumblr! any advice you can give in the comments would be greatly appreciated.

What are these acronyms?

[pjsk-headcanons]

i think we should get more theater kid kohane. like imagine early on in vbs akito still doesnt believe in her singing abilities so challenges her to sing a whole song without breathing. and theres very few songs she knows the whole way through and well enough to sing them faster to make it. so she sighs heavily, resigns herself to this fate, and quietly whispers "seventeen seventy six. new york city." before looking up at him with the most determined eyes and singing at the top of her lungs (while staring directily at him) "pardon me are you arron burr sir that depends whos asking oh sure sir im alexander hamilton im at your service sir i have been looking for youimgettingnervoussiriheard you name the princetown i was seeking an excellerratedcourse of study whn i got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours i may have punched him its a blur sir he handles the financials you punched the bursur yes i wanted to do what you did graduate in two and join the revolution he looked at me like i was stupid" (this section very pointed) "im not stupid." (BREATH) "so howd you do it howd you graduate so fast it was my parents dying wish before they passed youre an orphan of course i wish there was a war then we could prove that were worth more than anyone bargined for can i buy you a drink that would be nice while were talking let me offer you some free advice" (this section said with regular rythmn bc it is a crime not to) "talk less. what. smile more dont let them know what youre against or what youre for you cant be serious you wanna get ahead yes fools who run their mouths off wind up dead" "a yayowyayoa what time is it" (finger guns toya) "showtime!! like i said ayayowyayayow yo im john lawrence in the place to be a two pints a sam addams and im workin on three ya those redcoats dont wanna believe that i will bam chickabam those hats till im free a oui oui mon ami jmmapelle laffeyete" (i dont speak french idk man sorry) "the lancelot of the revolutionary set i came from afar just to say bon swa to the king cassoutire whos the best say moi brah brah i am hercules mulligan upping it loving it yeah i heard your mother say come again ayy kinda hard to have intercourse o'er four sets o coursets wow no more sex pour me another brew son lets raise a couple more to the revolution well if it aint the prodigy of bryston college arron burr drop a verse drop some knowledge" (BREATH) "well good luck with that youre taking a stand you spit imma sit well see where we land well the revolutions imminant whadda stall for if you stand for nothing burr whatll you fall for o who are you who are you who are you o who is this kid and whats hes gonna do i am not throwin away my shot i am not throwin away my shot yk im just like this country im young scrappy and hungry and im not thrownin away my shot imma get a scholarship to kings colledge prolly shouldnt brag but dawg i amaze i astonish problem is i gotta lotta brains but no polish gotta holler just to heard with every word i drop knowledge im a diamond in the rough shinin piece o coal tryin reach a goal pow'r speech unimpeachable only nineteen but ma mind is older these new york city streets gimme colder a shoulder every burden every disadvantage i have learnt to manage i dont have a gun to brandish i walk these streets famished the power to ponder to spark a new flame but damn its gettin dark so let me spell out my name i am the ay el! ee ex! ee en dee! ee ar we are! meant to be a coleny that runs independantly who needs britan keep shittin on us endlessly essentially they tax us relelntlessly then king george turns around and runs a spendin spree they aint never gonna set our decendents free so there will be a revolution in this century and to me he says in parenthisis dont be shocked when your history book mentions me i will lay down my life just to set us free eventually youll see my acendency!" (BREATH) "do you want me to keep going because i can" "i am both impressed and horrified."

kohane proceeds to teach toya the entirety of six. theres a specific line that gets stuck in his head every time and kohane spits out her drink when toya mumbles "all you wanna do, all you wanna do baby - touch me, love me, dont say maybe" while running his hand through akitos hair (who is oblivious)

minori and kohane scamper away to a hidden corner of miya at lunch break and shiho walks in on them singing a combanation of cringy idol songs and overhyped theater songs.

also she rearearaeearreally likes beetlejuice. vbs have a warmup where they take turns singing the song thats stuck in their head at that moment. kohane glances around. an gives her the thumbs up. "MOM. DEAD MOOOOOMOMOMOM I NEED A LITTLE HELP HERE. are you really in the ground? cause i feeeeeeeel you all areound me are you hear dead moooom dead mom. in skipping the middle. CAUSE DADDY'S IN DENIAL, DADDY DOESN'T WANNA FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL HE WANTS ME TO SMILE AND CLAP LIKE A PERFORMING SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAL IGNORED IT FOR A WHILE BUT DADDYS LOST HIS MIND FOR REAL FOR REAL FOR REEEEAAAAAAAL YOU WONT BELEIVE THE MESS THAT WEVE BECOME DUN DUN DUN DUN" toya sitting there sweating and hoping that neither an nor akito can understand english that well because it would most definately bring up some unwanted memories.

and because its canon. she also LOVES wanadashow. going to school with OOTORI FUCKING EMU makes her a mess every time. her current vocal stims are "haha! you are king~" and "RULERRULERRULER ITS SHOW TIME HIGHERHIGHERHIGHER ITS SHOW TIME CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY" and that just repeats until someone ducktapes her mouth

oh and! if someone asks her what time it is she'll always say "it's showtime." arata does this too and everyone thinks she picked it up from him. nope. its both a wanadashow and hamilton reference. (he'll never admit it but arata is also a hamilton fan. he saw it while he was in the states and something about it entranced him. probably how well the rap is written. it heavily inspires a lot of his music and kohane makes the homophobic dog face every time. thats why she was so surprised in walk on and on with soumas unfinished track!!!)

no i dont project onto her whahahahahahahahhahaahaaaaaat. my theater kid phase is coming back. - 🎲 anon

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[fenhonig]

my little sister keeps talking about how shes gonna have jojo siwa at her birthday and i dont know how to tell her that its pretty much impossible to get her at her birthday party. like how do i tell a child that we are in poverty and cannot afford to even ATTEMPT to get a celebrity at a birthday party

she also talks about what shes gonna do "when we go to disney world" and it hurts knowing that one day she will realize that we just cant afford something like that. hell, we can barely afford rent sometimes and we live in one of the shittiest neighborhoods ever. the cops are called every other day, there are at least 3 different crack houses, its a fucking shit hole.

we dont get to have fun, we get to survive. there isnt any room for a vacation to disney land or a celebrity guest at a birthday party because all the money we have is spent on SURVIVAL. sure we have TVs and shit, but we will NEVER live in a house. we can NEVER afford college. the only hope i have for getting into college is a free scholarship, and even then i have to pay for food, housing, water, etc.

and one day thats going to be my future. just pulling through with just enough money to survive the next day. no idea if ill make it to next month. and my sibling is going to have that future. shes going to be stuck in that cycle, just hoping and PRAYING that you make it to tomorrow.

all of this. all of this is the reason i have to tell a kid that she wont ever meet her idol. that she wont ever get that dream vacation you see on youtube family vlogs. it hurts. i want her to have a good life, but we dont have enough money to make that possible.

i guess what i wanna say is that i hate that this is what the future is going to be. i just know someone is going to look at this post and go "oh well if you just put your mind to it, you can get there!" or some bullshit like that. we cant. it isnt possible.

dreams may fly, but capitalism clips wings and puts a price tag on the sky.

[jesterlaughingstock]

I can't keep this in any longer. Im sorry. This is incredibly self indulgent and its gonna show. Its really gonna show

Sam and Jared both leave at 18. Sam goes on a scholarship to Stanford as per the show, and Jared goes on an athletic scholarship (the sport in question is soccer. Idk if they do soccer scholarships in america but they gonna do it today. Why? Cuz idk shit about american football. Thats why!) to another school thats near Stanford because he wanted to be close to his brother.

They live together for the first year just fine, but when the summer comes, Jared wants to visit Dean and John and hunt with them, make up of sorts. Sam doesn't want to, and a fight breaks out. Jared looks for the other Winchesters anyway, and when he can't find them, Sam's "I told you so" cocky attitude only increases the tension between them. Jared soon gets an opportunity to play football (i cant keep calling it soccer. Im sorry i cant) professionally in a club. He drops out of school and takes it, moving away from Sam.

Fast forward to pilot time, Dean breaks into Sam's place, and he goes. "Where's Jared?"

"Uh, I don't know." Sam replies, a little tense. "He dropped out and got signed in some club."

"When did you last hear of him?"

"I'm not sure, it's been a while.. Dean, what is this about?"

And then Dean goes "dad's missing.. yadda yadda yadda... i need all the help i can get. We should go get Jared."

Sam reluctantly agrees. After some digging, they find him relatively easily. He's still in the area, so it's not that long of a drive. They get there the next morning, just in time to see him mid match.

He's grown and filled out since the last time they saw him; heck, it looks like he's a couple inches taller than even Sam. He plays defensive midfielder; an optimal position for a player in his physical condition; fast, strong but coordinated enough to tackle without fouling, tall enough to win almost every aerial duel with precise but powerful headers. He makes decisive passes, reads the field in seconds and acts accordingly. His dribble could use a little work, but he can take the ball from an opponent like taking a candy from a child. He doesn't score, but you can't say that he didn't put on a great match.

This entire skillset flies over Sam and Dean's heads as they impatiently wait for the referee to declare an end to the match.

After the match is done, Dean lets out a loud whistle that makes Sam wince and most heads turn towards him, including Jared who does a double take before jogging to them, a reluctant smile on his face.

"Let me guess.." He says as he wipes his forehead with a towel. "You're here because of the good news.. aren't you?"

Dean frowns. "Good news?"

"Of course YOU wouldn't think it's good news."

"What in the hell are you talking about." Sam deadpans.

Dean rolls his eyes. "Dad's missing. He's been on a hunting trip for a few days."

Jared's face dropped. He looked around to not show it. "So? I'll put up a flyer on the locker room if you want me to, see if anyone saw him passed out drunk in a ditch."

"Jared, this isn't funny." Sam berated him. "He could be in serious trouble."

"Oh. Hey, Sammy, how are you? Still don't know how to pick up a phone and press the call back button?"

"I was busy."

"Well I wasn't picking up daisies over here on my end either? You only know to call me when you're sick and your little girlfriend isn't home.."

"It was one time!"

"And then disappear for the rest of the year! I had to call brady to find out if you were feeling better..."

"...Unbelievable... you get meningitis one time and you have it held over your head for the rest of your life..."

"..how fucking stupid are you to think it's about that? Do you even hear me...?"

Feeling the beginning of a headache forming behind his eyes, Dean came between the bickering twins. "Alright, that's enough!"

"Bitch." "Prick."

"Jared," Dean said impatiently. "Are you coming or not?"

Jared glared at Sam before resigning. "Fine. But you only have me for the weekend, I have to be here by Monday."

"Sure."

"Dean, I don't think you understand me." Jared said with a tight smile and an air of danger in his eyes. "I NEED to be here on Monday. I don't want your half hearted "sure". If I'm not here by Monday, I'm royally screwed."

"What, you got an appointment with the mafia?" Sam quipped.

"You'd think that of me, wouldn't you?" Jared sighed. "Give me 15 minutes, I'm gonnna go change and take a shower."

Help i accidentally saw a post where someone made up a twin for sam and while washing dishes i accidentally fleshed him out gave him a personality a career a dynamic in the winchester family and incorporated him into the show's story

[aquanova99]

Can I borrow That? (Jeonghan x Reader College AU)

You knew it wasn’t long before Jeonghan started bothering you. He was already tired of studying and it had only been 20 minutes.

 “C’mon Y/n I want to go get food.”

 “You should have gotten food before we started, you literally had all day.”

 “Well, I want more food, I’ll even pay. It’ll be like a date.” He teased, making you blush. He was always such a flirt.

 “You know, some of us actually need to study.”

 “You act as if you don’t get good grades in this class?”

 You sighed, he always did this. He never needed much effort to actually do well in any subject. It was infuriating. You needed to keep this scholarship.

“Go eat then, I need to focus.”

 “Its not as much fun without you.”

 “I’m not trying to have fun, I need to study.” You could tell he was pouting but you avoided looking at him, you knew youd give in otherwise. As annoying as he could be you couldn’t deny he made your heart race constantly.

“I’ll just see you later.”

 “Fine. Don’t be mad later when you want food.” You could hear he was mad that he didn’t get his way but you’re grade was riding on this exam. These last months had gotten away from you and a lot of that had to do with you paying more attention to Jeonghan than your notes. It was probably better if he did leave. It wasn’t long after that someone else came to your room.

 “Oh hey, what are you doing here?” You were surprised to see Seungcheol standing there.

 “Jeonghan said you were studying, I need help in that class.”

 You laughed, hopefully you could help eachother. “Alright get in here, I need help though so I’m not sure what you want from me.”

 “Lets just quiz eachother, yeah?”

 You were finally beginning to make progress. It was such a relief that you never looked at the time. You had been going at it for like 3 hours. You both needed a break. Seungcheol put his phone away and looked over you slumped on the floor.

“I cant look at anymore flashcards for at least a day.” You said

 “Yeah I agree. Do you want to get something to eat?”

 You suddenly remembered Jeonghan, you should probably message him. He had been blowing up your phone because he was ‘bored.’ But to be honest you had enjoyed Seungcheols company. Lately, Jeonghan was always trying to go somewhere. Like he couldn’t sit still. It sometimes felt like he didn’t care about your feelings at all. Before you could agree to anything your door burst open.

 “What so you can hang out with Cheol but not me?”

 “Jesus Jeonghan do you knock?” you asked, crossing your arms “What are you even doing here?”

 “Oh seungcheol posted a pic of you guys finally finshing so I brought over some food. I figured you’d be hungry.”

 Jesus this guy. Everytime you think he doesn’t take things serious he will do something like this.

“Sounds like you have a date y/n, thanks for helping me out.”

 “Thank you, I needed it.” You could swear you saw Jeonghan grimace at that but you chalked it up to him being annoyed that you ignored him all day. “Study again tomorrow?”

 “Yes I need it, I’ll see you two around.”

 As soon as he left Jeonghan began setting up the food, “So you’re going to avoid me again tomorrow?”

 “Gives you more time to do whatever it is you want to do. Thank you for telling him it really did help, and for the food you didn’t need to do that.”

 “I like to do these things y/n.” His voice got quiet, it wasn’t often he got serious. You certainly didn’t want him to feel like it wasn’t appreciated.

 “No honestly, thank you.” You smiled at him and just like that he was back to himself. If anything he was great to have around because his presence was just so relaxing you both decided to watch some tv before he had to leave.

 “Hey y/n, whats that on your lips?” he asked as you began cleaning up

 “Huh?” your fingers went to touch your lips, “Oh, you mean my lipgloss, I need it my lips are chapped. And it tastes good.”

 “Can I borrow some? My lips need it.”

 “Oh yeah of course,” you thought nothing of it and begand reaching in the pocket of your hoodie for it when Jeonghan suddenly pressed his lips against your for a kiss.

 “Thanks, you’re right it does taste good.”

 You stood frozen in place, half sure you were imagining what just happened.

“Yo-you..wh-what? Why?”

 “I needed an excuse since you keep avoiding my attempts at asking you out. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said as he pecked your lips again, further shocking you, “I think that’s cherry? I really have been wanting to do that forever.”

 You weren’t able to move for a good few minutes until after he left,

“What the hell just happened?”

[shit-taster-connoisseur]

hi I saw you were taking asks about mark and rebecca so I thought I'd send one over because I absolutely adore your takes on them!! I'd love to know how you perceive their relationships with the other characters - friends, enemies, partners, crushes, etc :)

DHIXBDD HOWDY AND THANK YOU!! My takes on them are all over the place tbh

Before I actually start- I don't think too deep into their relationships so uhhhh please don't expect a 10 page analysis on them. Hopefully read more works on mobile if not uhhhhhhhh sorry in advance

Gonna start with the obvious Kyle:::

Personally I love the guy but Mark? Not so much. He's always had this personally bias against him for some reason, despite yknow beating his ass in 3rd grade(I think) Like Mark thinks he's suppose to keep this hate against him for what Kyle did to his sister, but in high school obviously that shit in him died but outta pride(or something similar) Mark countinues to subconsciously hate him and just dreads interacting with him.

Kyle and Rebecca's relationship or lack of- gotta be honest Rebecca just avoids cuz the whole dance biz, and she still cringes at the memory and thinks Kyle hates her. He doesn't, but won't stop her thinking so- but in an au, I love tbe thought of Platonic Kybecca, this is the part I cant go into too deep cause I unfortunately haven't thought abt the dynamic alot, but I have an au based around these two hopefully I can actually get rhe stage of making it

Nowwww onto friends

My main friend group for these two are David, Gary, and Cotswolds siblings//I'm not sure how i conjured that combination into existence but hey! I have been running with it for a long time.

How exactly they became friends? I'm not sure either. My brain also tricked me into thinking Gary was homeschooled before he comes to South Park- So he found that common ground with the Mark and Rebecca and ran with it, after he sitting himself at their lunch table in the corner.

Then David kinda wanted a break from the main 4's table so he just joined them at some point. The cotswolds found him and Gary alot more sane than most South Park residents and alot more nicer...Rebecca was won over by them but did take awhile to communicate that, sooo Gary&David were a little hesitant to hang out with her 1-on-1 cause they thought she was still nervous abt them

Mark hates South Park, he's leaving once he has a job and a scholarship outta the country. Yeahhhhh he wasn't too welcoming to David and Gary at first, but he gave pretty mixed signals, ei: inviting them them to places, going to their houses, showing up at David's parent restaurant unprompted, ect...Yknow normal friend things, but he saw it as "testing" them, cuz obviously if the kids are all well and good, it has to the parents that aint! Right?!?

Yeah, Mark was pretty confused when he found out the Rodriguez and Harrison's were all pretty non dysfunctional people and were good parents//good people. Watching their family dynamics made him think alot on how his and Rebecca's parent's relationship isn't all that great.

Lead to alot of rebellious stunt, not extreme but he started taking his parents views with less of a grain of salt, and with that realized slowly his parents are assholes- Rebecca also realized this, but is kinda use to shutting up and keeping her head down she never says anything against it.

Moving on!! David and Gary are pretty understanding of this, and there friendship and homes turned into solace for the siblings^^ Wish i could ramble more abt them but I'm very bad at writing down my thoughts💀

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Mark's enemies: Leslie, Terrance, Estella, and some more people but these three came off the top my head.

Leslie seems like the type to correct Mark's grammar while speaking, Every. Time.

Mark: "Look you failure of an ai, your-"

Leslie: "*You're."

Mark: "....What"

She gets on his nerves without even trying. And lemme tell you, Mark hates getting corrected so he'd end up going off on her for hours while she just sits there. Then she spends the next hour correcting Mark again. Its pretty one-sided now that I think of it. Mark just seeks her out to best her and she just plays along cause she's bored.

Now onto Terrance. There can only be one smart ass know-it-all, and its Mark! He's had a few school projects that Terrance did by himself so he didn't have to deal with a partner. Well Mark was pretty pissed abt that, when Mark confronted him the next time they had project together they competed to finish it the day of- Yeah they lost alot of beauty sleep that night. So there dynamic is like a academic rivalry.

Now for Estella. Shes a bitch. So is Mark. He was alright with her when she was just a rich capitalist scrum from a distance. Instead she just had to start hanging around Rebecca, and being an overprotective brother he was he started antagonizing her whenever alone, vice versa. They constantly butt heads especially when it comes to Rebecca–Normally Mark wouldn't care who his sister befriends or hangs out with, but Estella is all around a prick and a spoiled brat, so who knows what she'd do to his sister if Estella doesn't get what she wants?

Rebecca's enemies: tbh idk if she has anything against anyone. Probably Terrance? Terrance because y'know his rivalry with her brother, but they barely interact for the most part.

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Finally getting to my fav part of this ask, crushes/partners, because it gives me any excuse to talk abt Rebstella!!

How they met was Mark's fault, he was an acquaintance of Gregory's(Who hc as Estellas twin!!) At some point their groups collided and Estella thought she was cute and was slightly intrigued by her, Rebecca was kinda awkward the first time they met so she had really no opinion on Estella that day. Estella had no plans to do anything with that thought, unfortunately she let that comment slip and got tired of the Foregien kid's teasing and decided to try befriend her.

They did take awhile to offically to do so given each of their reservations, and during that time Estella slowly realized she might have a crush on her favorite brunette. The feelings were mutual, but Rebecca was very against it, she already had so much going on in her head, having a crush on her one of her bestfriends didn't help. Neither wanted to ruin the friendship so they both attempted bury it down deep with their sub consciousness.

Attempted. Yeah that didn't last that long. They grew even more smitten with each other. and Rebecca got tired of tiptoeing around it and with some encouragement from Gary, David, and Mark–despite his strong bias against Estella. Anyways she asked Estella out over text, yeah Estella took a day to reply to recover, and pratically gave Rebecca heart attack.

Their first date was at fancy restaurant that Estella reserved, all goofy smiles and pre marital hand holding. Dbkdnsidbwis Rebecca was the first to say "I love you" later on, fun fact.

I wanna say more abt them but i don't wanna take too long so I'll be moving onto Mark.

Yeah I personally don't ship him with anyone, Maybe Gary and/or David? But he dies alone no matter what/j

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Anyways I have nothing to say but heres a doodle of the mentioned Rebecca&Kyle au

[just-my-fandom]

Rocky Road P1 (JJ Maybank x Routeledge! Reader)

This is a test chapter. If it gets the attention I want it to, we’ll continue. If not, this will be the only chapter, mainly because of the time each chapter takes since each episode ranges between 40 to 50 minutes.

Chapter 1

Word count: 3,538

Summary; After a hurricane, John B, Y/N, JJ, Pope, and Kiara plunge headlong into danger and adventure when they find a mysterious sunken wreck.

Pairing(s); John B Routledge x Twin Sister! Reader, JJ Maybank x Girlfriend! Reader, Pope and Kiara x Best Friend! Reader

Tag list; Currently None.

“We’re the Pogues, and our misson this summer is to have a good time, all the time,”

“That’s what, a three-story fall to the deck?” The dark male at the bottom of the house, Pope Heyward, looks up at the brunette boy balancing on the roof before him, “I give you a one-in-three chance of survival,”

John B hums in thought, licking his finger before raising it to the sky, allowing the wind to hit said finger, “Should I do it?”

“Yeah,” A girl with (hair/color) locks and warm, (skin/tone) skin dangles her legs from the roof next to her twin brother, body leant up against the blonde male beside her, “You should definitely jump,”

“I’ll shoot you on the way down,” Pope promises, raising the staple gun in his hand so John B raised his eyebrows, pointing two fingers in a gun motion,

“They’re gonna have Japanese toilets with towe warmers,” A female with dark hair and dark skin climbs out of the unfinished home, looking up at her group of friends, “This used to be a turtle habitat, but, who cares about the turtles, I guess?”

“I care about the turtles, Kiara,” You fake a small pout to your best friend, reaching a hand over the railing to grab her fingers and squeeze,

“Can you please not kill yourself?” Kiara looks up and squints at your brother,

“Don’t spill that beer!” JJ calls up, one arm draped at your shoulders as the other raises his can to his lips, “I’m not giving you another one,”

On cue, John B lets out a curse as the beer can slips from his fingers, dropping and clashing onto the porch of the unfinished home beneath him,

“Smooth,” Kiara mumbles, looking over at a distant shout,

“Hey, uh, security’s here,” Pope states, and you clap your hands, sliding beneath the railing to jump down next to Kiara, JJs hand tapping your back thigh in a motion for you to start running,

“Boys are early today,” John B hops down, feet taking off into a sprint,

Your lips pull into a grin as you follow after your twin brother, pushing past shelves and jumping over paint cans through the constructed house,

“Hey, Gary!” You call, skidding past the older, bigger man, “No hugs for you today!”

You giggle as JJs hands lift your hips to raise you above the gate, his body dropping next to you before his hand takes yours and squeezes, allowing you to hop into the van before he follows after you, laughing,

“Hey, there’s Gary!” Pope calls, JJ leaning out the vans door to hold out a beer can to Gary’s running figure,

“You’re so close! You can do it, there you go!” With a toss, JJ watches the can hit Gary upside the head, “They don’t pay you enough, bro,”

“Okay, that’s enough,” You snort, tugging JJ into the van so the door shut, JJs body dropping next to yours with an excited breath of rushed adrenaline.

“The Outer Banks, Paradise on Earth. It’s the sort of place you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island,”

“Alright, this is Figure Eight, the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks. So guess where we don’t live. And then this is the South Side, or the Cut. Home of the working class who make a living busing tables, natural habit of, drumroll please,”

“The Pogues,”

You lift up the hook to the HMS Pogue, turning to shield the sun from your eyes with your hand. Moving across the boat, you move into where the steering wheel took place, JJ looking at you past his sunglasses and sliding a hand to your bare back,

“That’s Y/N,” John B introduces, “My twin sister and my pain in the ass. Or, blue bird as our father used to call her. Y/N is our mom of the group, somehow keeps us stable and in check from getting arrested three or four times a day,”

“And that’s JJ. My best friend since the third grade. He’s about as local as they come. Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who made their living off the water. Best surfer I know. Just, don’t tell him I said that,”

You yelp as your body drops into the water, awaiting for the wave above you to settle before rising above the surface. You snort, JJ stepping off his board playfully so he landed beside you with a hard splash,

“Together they’re known as Outer Banks’ OTP, as Kiara puts it. Been together since seventh grade and still going strong. Of course even with JJ as my best friend, I still gotta hand his ass to himself sometimes,”

“Don’t even get me started on micro plastic,” Sitting at the bonfire, Kiara is quick to shove John B away from the choke hold he puts her in,

“And that’s Kiara, or Kie, as we call her. When she’s not saving turtles or getting a dolphin tattoo with Y/N, she hangs out with us. I’m not really sure why, though. Pope thinks she’s secretly madly in love with my sister and uses us to get to her, but, I can’t see Y/N leaving JJ for even Chris Hemsworth, and that’s saying something,”

“And that’s Pope, the brains of the operation, finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship, and the smartest person I know. His fathers this legendary character, Heyward. Anything you wanted on the island, Heyward could get for you,”

“So, that’s my crew,”

“John, Y/N, it’s come to our attention that you both are unemancipated minors living on your own,” The social worker in front of you at her desk sighs,

“No,” You and John B instantly respond, sharing glances before you grimace, “No,”

“I need honesty to help you,” The woman responds, eyebrow raised, “That’s what we want, right?”

“Yeah,” You nod, shrugging, “But we’re being honest,”

“Okay,” The woman leans back, “When was the last time either of you spoke to your uncle,”

You look at your wrist- with no watch- glancing at John B who shifts in his seat, “Uh, thirty-four minutes ago,”

“When was the last time you saw him?”

John B looks at you this time. “Two hours and,” You pause, “Fourty-three minutes ago?”

“Kids, we’re gonna come out there tomorrow to talk to your uncle,” The worker sighs, again, “If he’s not there, we’re gonna move forward with foster care,”

You exhale a sharp breath, hand running down your face.

“Keep an eye for Hurricane Agatha. She’s coming hard and heavy tonight,”

“No phone service?” John B groans as he raises to his feet, body heavy with sleep. His finger flicks the light switch. Nothing. “No power?”

John B exits his bedroom to depart to the living area. On the pull out couch, laid his sister and best friend. While you laid on your back, breaths even, JJ laid on his stomach, arm draped across your tank-top covered chest with his head beside yours,

“Yo, JJ,” John B calls, hand smacking JJs upper back so JJs head snapped up, his movement startling you to lift your own head, “You been outside?”

“I have polio, bro,” JJ mumbles, lips pressed to your shoulder, “I can’t walk,”

You heave a laugh, turning to curl into JJ so his arm slid around your hip and pulled you closer. You finally heave a breath, pulling away from JJ so he moaned in protest, your grin tired as you grab his hand and pull him up with you,

“Agatha did some work, huh?” JJ calls out to John B in the front yard, leaning against the open screen door with a found beer in his hand, and looking at the time, you choose not to scold him for his choice of drink as soon as he woke up,

“Yeah she did,” John B hums, tossing a branch off the boat that was brought out to shore.

“C’mon,” You call, pulling your tank top off so you were left in the bikini you fell asleep in, “Gods telling us to fish,”

“What do we have here?” You lift a hand to shield your eyes, watching Pope turn to look at you from his deck,

“We have a safety meeting,” John B calls, hand at his shoulder in a fake walkie-talkie, “Attendance mandatory,”

“Cant, Pops got me on lockdown,” Pope frowns, JJ scoffing,

“Your dads a pussy, over,”

“Oh I heard that, you little bastard,” Heyward snaps, and you raise your chin with a smile,

“We need your son,”

“And hurricane days a free day,” JJ reminds,

“Who the hell made that up?” Heyward questions, and you furrow your brows in pretend thought,

“Pentagon, I think,” You grin, “We have security clearance,”

“You think I’m stupid?” Heyward questions, stepping forward when Pope drops the hose in his hand and lunges off the porch, landing on the HMS boat with a stumble so your arm wrapped around his shoulders, laughing,

“When you get back, you gonna clean your dirty ass room!” Heyward demands, as you wave, “And I don’t like your friends!”

“Hello, princess,” You lean on the edge of the boat, smiling dreamily at Kiara as she moves to the edge of her boat deck. You extend a hand, helping her step down before turning to look at JJ,

“One day, she’s going to take you from me, I know it,” JJ pouts, and you smirk, leaning sideways so your lips pecked his,

“Nah, I like blondes more,” You grin against his mouth, JJs hand coming up to cup the back of your neck,

“Take your beer before I barf,” Kiara cuts, shoving two beer bottles between you so you leaned back and took one, narrowing your eyes,

“Okay, okay,” JJ stands up, popping the top to his bottle and moving to stand on the edge, “I got this,”

“No, you tried this six thousand times and you failed every time,” You remind, leaning back so the beer that missed his mouth flew past you, John B groaning in disgust.

You reach up to tug at JJs shorts in an attempt to pull him back down, the sudden jerk of the boat forcing JJ off the ledge, your body lurching forward so you hit the edge of the boat- hard- groaning at the pain in your muscles,

“Pope, what the hell?” John B calls, as you lift you head, watching JJ resurface from the water,

“J, you okay?”

“I think my heels touched the back of my head,”

Pope snorts, stepping up, face dropping as he looks down into the water, “Guys,”

“What?” You finally sit up, following your gaze so you cursed, “Holy shit, there’s a boat,”

“No way,” Kiara moves next to you, “Holy shit,” She repeats, “There is,”

John B tugs off his shirt, your legs leading you off the edge so you dropped into the water beside JJ, hand over your nose.

Sure as shit, a boat. An expensive one, that is. Rising for air, you watch your friends talk all at once in hysterics for your finding,

“Did you see that?” JJ calls to everyone, Kiara nodding with a short, “Yeah, I did,”

“That’s a Grady White,” JJ swims up to the HMS boat, heaving himself up before twisting and taking your hand, “A new one of those is like five hundred Gs, easy,”

“That’s the boat I saw when I surfed the surge,” John B states, as you twist the water out of your hair, “Maybe it hit the jetty or something,”

“You surfed the surge?” Kiara asks, roughly, and you squint your eyes with a grin

“You didn’t?”

“Do we know whose boat that is?” Pope asks, heaving a breath of air from how long he held it underwater,

“No, but we’re about to find out,” John B picks up the anchor, saluting you before he jumps back off the boat, allowing the weight of the anchor to pull him down.

He comes back up in short time, hand raising to show you the yellow key in his hand, “I found this motel key,”

“A key,” Your smile drops into irritation, pushing away from the edge to sit down, the adrenaline quick to leave your system,

“Yes, a key, Y/N,” John B lifts himself up,

“Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard,” Kiara states, as the boat begins to speed off, “Maybe we’ll get a finders fee,”

“Yeah and not work all summer,” You hum, letting the wind blow dry your hair, “Maybe we should just go find out ourselves. Go to this motel, does it have a name?”

You reach out, taking the key from John B and reading the name before handing it back, “Let’s go lady and gents,”

A sharp whistle, and you look up at the damaged motel, “I thought the Chateau looked bad,” You raise to stand up, waiting for the boat to stop on the edge of the grass before hopping off, “Kie, Pope, keep a lookout,”

“Shouldn’t you stay here?” Kiara asks, eyes glancing to JJ jumping beside you,

“Are you kidding?” You grin, JJs arm sliding around your shoulders before he points up to the motel,

“Let me take you on a tour, sweetheart,” He teases, pulling you towards the steps with John B quick behind you,

“Just be so careful, John B,” JJ turns to grab John Bs jaw, mocking Kiaras demand to your twin brother,

“God, you’re so weird,” John B shoved him away, JJ scoffing as he looks at you,

“What was that about?” He asks your brother,

“I don’t know, maybe she wants us to be careful,” John B protests, and you roll your eyes,

“Or maybe Kiara loves you,” You tease, sliding your own arm around JJs torso as you walked in sync, “Come on, big brother, Kiara totally likes you,”

“If Kiara likes anyone it’s you, babe,” JJ states, “C’mon, we all know she’s secretly gay for you,”

“Maybe,” You hum, grinning as he removes his arm to send a light knock to the door on the key,

“Housekeeping,” He speaks in a high-pitch voice, receiving no answer,

John B unlocks the door, and you pear over JJs shoulder, body slumping in disappointment at the empty, boring hotel room,

“Check the bag,” John B orders, JJ unzipping it, “See if there’s a name on there somewhere,”

“Nope,” You lift the jacket on the stool, “No name,”

John B kneels down, your eyes watching as he pressed random buttons on the safe, “John, try this,” You hold out the sticky note with numbers, and he hums in thanks,

The safe opens with a short hiss, John B cheering out a small “yay” as he pulls it wide,

“Whoa,” You mutter, watching John B pull out a wad of cash and a small hand gun, “Holy shit,”

“What?” JJ steps up, instantly taking the gun and grinning,

“Put the gun back,” John B hisses, raising to his feet, “JJ, seriously!”

“This is a fucking spend gatt, man. Just... bam! Bam!” JJ pretends to shoot, your eyes snapping to the door upon hearing keys,

“Guys- cops!” You hiss, JJ looking at you before following John B to the window,

“Get it open,” John B presses, and the window opens wide, “Go,” You move out and onto the small roof under the window. JJ is quick to follow after, body pressing you against the side of the motel beside the window,

“Can they see us?” You whisper yell, JJs head barely shaking as he turns his head, silently staring at John B on the other side of the window,

A moments pause, JJs hand suddenly dropping the gun in his grip so it clattered off the roof and into the grass. Your jaw clenched as JJ presses himself harder against you, arms tight around your waist so you were nearly invisible to the window,

“You should have forgotten the stupid gun,” You hiss, lowly, JJ shushing you as his eyes flick between yours, then tilts his head to look at John B again. Your head leans forward into JJs chest, eyes watching in terror as Chief Shoupe peered out the window, then leaned away back into the motel room,

Your eyes flutter shut in relief, JJs hands loosening at your hips as your head leans back against the wall, looking back up to meet his gaze, “You’re an idiot,”

“Well that was fun,” JJ comments fifteen minutes later, your body laid across the front of the HMS Pogue, “Could have warned us sooner though,”

“We would have, except Pope was on the math team,” Kiara comments, showing Pope had failed to throw a rock at the window to alarm you,

“You were on the math team?” You glance at Pope, who rolls his eyes,

“The cops took everything like it was a crime scene,” John B speaks up,

“Did you guys find anything?” Pope questions, JJ raising his head before his hands, showing off the gun and the wad of cash,

“Dude, why take that from a crime scene?” Kiara hisses, and your eyes squint as Pope begins to panic about losing his scholarship,

“So it turns out, Scooter is the Grady White owner,” Pope shows up at the Chateau an hour later, pacing in front of you curled in the corner chair, JJ in the recline beside you, “We need to have total and complete amnesia,”

“For once, Popes right,” JJ speaks up, hand leaving your thigh to stand up, “See, I agree with you sometimes, deny, deny, deny,”

“Guys, we can’t keep that money,” Kiara speaks, and you lift your head off your hand,

“I agree with Kiara,” You nod, “We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs,”

“I agree,” John B echoes, and you raise your eyebrows at your twin brother, “This dude has never had more than forty bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden he has a Grady White?” John B raises his hands, stepping into the house, “Just sayin’,”

Keggers. A party that brings Tourons, Pogues, and Kooks all together, somehow. They always seem to end with a fight, though. The one thing you looked forward to.

Except when it’s your own idiots who start the fight.

“Did I offer this to you?” JJ raises his eyebrows along with the red solo cup, blue eyes harsh on Topper, the Kook princess’ boyfriend, “Didn’t think so, run along,”

In swift motions, Topper has smacked the beer into JJs face, JJ has lunged at Topper, and within seconds, Topper is drowning John B in the ocean and JJ is shooting a gun into the air.

“That’s enough!” Your shout silences the group. Huh. Okay. “Kooks, onto your side, Pogues!” You jab a finger towards Pope pulling John B up, “Let’s fucking go,”

“Youre not still mad at me, are you?”

Your eyes shift over to the blonde next to you. Hair blowing in the wind, your mind runs over last night events. Today’s event- John B searching the Grady White using stolen scuba gear,

“You brought out a gun, at a party,” You remind, head tilted to look at him,

“Okay, I was saving your brothers ass, just so you know,” JJ leans back, and your eyes run over his face, wide,

“My brother wouldn’t have almost been drowned if you weren’t arguing with Topper,” You protest, voice snipping, “So don’t bring this around on him,”

“Guys,” Kiara cuts, your eyes narrowing in irritation as you look at her, “Someone’s following us,”

“There’s two of them,” Pope squints, staring at the two figures on the boat behind, “And one of thems got a gun- holy shit!”

JJ is quick to grab your arm and tug you into him, free hand grabbing the edge of the boat as you drop onto the floor of said boat, your eyes wide in alert,

“Holy shit guys!” Kiara panics, your eyes pinching shut as JJs hand slid up to your head, his own lifting to look over at the two men shooting constant bullets,

“Damn it, move,” Kiara steps over Pope, picking up the fishing next piled at your feet,

“Kiara, get down!” You squeak, eyes tearing as she threw the net, cutting the second boats engine so John B is able to steer away,

“Oh my god,” You panic, sitting up as JJ follows, his hand sliding from your shoulder to your hip to check for any injuries,

“Okay okay okay. Can you please open the bag? We almost died over this shit,”

You kneel down in front of John B opening the bag, pulling out a container that held a compass,

“Great,” Pope steps back, shaking his head, “We found a compass,”

Your brows furrow as you take the compass, flicking it open so your eyes widened and looked up at John B,

“Dude, what?” JJ asks, “It’s not worth anything,”

“This was dads,” You exhale, throat suddenly tight as JJs face fell and his eyes searched your face, “This- this is dads compass, John B,”

John Bs eyes raise to yours, then up to the group behind you.

Could Big John still be alive?

[13uswntimagines]

It’s Not a Competition - Or is it? (Julie Ertz x Reader)

Every time you get off the train on your way to work, a woman beats you to the corner. One day you’ve had enough of losing and decided to race her. 

Based on the line “I’ve beaten you every day for 2 months straight, cant break the streak now” 

Authors Note: So this isn’t technically a request, but @literaryhedgehog​ wanted do this and I think it came out cute!!!

You really didn’t understand what was happening, or why. It had started out so normally. Every morning you would step off the train, and walk to work. You noticed that there happened to be a person (a very beautiful person) who would stay two strides ahead of you all the way to the corner where you turned onto different streets. It wasn’t like a big deal, you kind of thought it was a coincidence. There are just some people that you associate with certain spaces. That cleaner guy you always saw and said hi to in Costco. That person who sat a few spaces away from you on the train. This pretty woman who shared part of your walk from the station to work. 

But then one morning you were slightly earlier than usual. There was actually an opening in the crowd so you exited the train station more quickly than usual. You continued your walk to work as normal and then this woman JOGS past you, her arms bent like a freaking cartoon dinosaur, and yells “I’ve been winning for a month, can’t stop now. Have a good day, see you tomorrow!” 

So. Well.  You weren’t the MOST competitive person you knew. You hadn’t flipped a table after losing Monopoly or anything. (Mainly because you REFUSED to lose. And because your friend Kelley had beaten you to the punch). But… okay you were a competitive person, and it was ON.

You tried speeding up, jogging and walking so slowly that it was actually painful. It didn’t matter what you did, said person would always beat you to the corner. But not today. You didn’t care if it was stupid (or not an actual competition), you were going to beat her to the corner.

You had prepared over the last week to leave your work papers and laptop at the office, so all you had to carry was a phone in one hand and wallet in the other.Today the second you stepped off the train, you were sprinting towards the corner.  You threw apologies over your shoulders as you barely missed unsuspecting patrons of the Chicago train station. The corner was in sight a few blocks ahead when you heard the pound of feet behind you. You gritted your teeth and leaned into your strides.

“Holy shit, for a desk jockey you're pretty fast,” you gave the quickest glance over your shoulder to see the woman behind you, her long blond ponytail whipping from side to side as she ran a few yards behind you. 

“I played soccer in college, and I’m not a desk jockey. I’m a doc for one of the teams,” you bit out, not wanting to waste the air on conversation.

“Oh yeah? Where’d you play?” How was she not breathless?

“Stanford.”

“Wait, are you Y/n?” She asked, pulling you to a stop. You stared at the hand touching your arm. She quickly dropped it. 

“Uh, yeah. How did you know that?” 

“My teammate has been talking nonstop about her roommate from college who was joining our Medical team.”

“Kelley or Christen?”

“Kelley. She told me all about how were, like, one of the best starting forwards on the team. And how you got into med school on like, a full scholarship. And how you-”

“Should have known it was Kelley,” You cut her off, rolling your eyes. Kelley was always trying to be your wingwoman. “Don’t listen to everything she says. Most of it is just hype and good intentions.” You were going to have a word with her this afternoon. Kelley was more obsessed with getting you a girlfriend than you were. Last time she had interfered in your love life it had ended in flames and pain and the girl running off to marry someone else. The flames were not an exaggeration. You had literally burned anything she left at your house. 

“So you don’t have dance moves that can make anyone swoon?” She pouted dramatically, lifting a hand to her forehead, falling against you in a mock swoon. You felt heat spread across your cheeks. The only time you willingly danced is when you were sufficiently inebriated to get you past your shyness and self consciousness. 

“Not unless you’re three tequilas past the legal limit,” you said, lips twitching slightly. 

“At least we know that she wasn’t joking about your humor,” She grinned at you, and flicked her hair over her shoulder. You couldn’t help but watch it, the way the movement rippled down the strand. You shook your head, and checked the time on your phone. You were a good ten minutes earlier than usual, and there was a line of shops just opening up for the day. You nodded your head towards one. 

“Wanna get a coffee with me, so I can set the record straight about everything else she told you?” 

“Sure, but just know that there will be absolutely nothing straight about it,” she smirked salaciously at you. 

You sputtered, not quite sure how to respond to what seemed to be a very direct pickup line. “I mean, if that’s what you want, maybe we should just do dinner then, you know, so we have ample time to not be straight? Wait. That sounds really bad,” you muttered. Why was flirting so hard. 

“Come on doc, let’s get some coffee and get to the stadium before you spontaneously combust. You know, I might have to bring a fire extinguisher to our date if you keep blushing like that,” She laughed, entertaining your fingers and pulling you towards the coffee shop. How had this morning turned into two dates. You shook your head, opening and closing your mouth several times before finally coming up with a good comeback.

“We’ll just get icecream afterwards to cool me down,” You smiled triumphantly, only to be stopped by the woman. Her finger tilted your chin so you were nearly nose to nose. 

“Who said I didn’t want you all warmed up,” She winked, before continuing to drag you along. What had you gotten yourself into?

[gay-otlc]

Keepers of the Chaos (Chapter 2)

Summary: Tam, Linh, Keefe, Biana, and Fitz are part of the tiny fandom for Keeper of the Chaos, and Tam and Linh's podcast convinces some of their other friends to watch it as well. The group finds themselves strangely invested in this show, where students at Tumblr High School who work together to write about an elf named Sophia, cause incomprehensible chaos, and fight their rival Pinterest High School.

Content warnings: Cursing, food, L*ura

Word count: 2005

Notes: Check out the beautiful theme song here!

(Read on AO3)

Sophie rolls her eyes as she opens the link her girlfriend sent her and puts in her earbuds. Biana has been incessantly pestering her to watch Keepers of the Chaos for so long that Sophie half wants to watch it just to shut her up, but she's always tired, or busy, and she doesn't really like watching new things. Still, Biana asked her very nicely to listen to this one podcast, and she looked very pretty when she asked, so Sophie's dumb omni ass couldn't refuse.

"Welcome to the Twins of the Chaos podcast," it begins after loading for an obnoxiously long time. The girl speaking has a pretty voice, Sophie has to admit- sweet and melodic and vaguely amused.

Maybe listening to this podcast won't be so bad if she can listen to that girl's voice the whole time.

But another person speaks, adding "Where some chaotic twins discuss our favorite show, Keepers of the Chaos," and his voice is not as pretty. She continues listening anyway, since Biana may or may not murder her if she stops.

The two voices- whose names are Linh and Tam, apparently- start talking about Keepers of the Chaos some more, giving Sophie a summary she's heard tons of times from Biana and Fitz- though the twins explain it slightly more coherently and with less... whatever the verbal equivalent of keyboard smashing is. Biana usually starts rambling about her favorite characters, like Lynn- not "Lynn the fandom mom," but the other Lynn- and Avery, or sometimes Nora and Darwin. Sophie doesn't understand any of those names and loses track of the conversation as soon as it involves too many unfamiliar names.

But Tam and Linh are making more sense, at least for the most part, until they start mentioning specific couples. The conversation gets again comprehensive soon enough, though, and Sophie does smile at the name "The Dark Duck."

By the end, when Tam says "half of them wearing sleeping masks with teal eyes painted on and the other half watching the chaos with mild amusement," Sophie is curious enough to be mildly intrigued. She listens to their outro music, and before she can regret it, types out a text message to Biana.

Sophie: fine

Sophie: ill watch it

Biana responds instantly with an array of heart emojis. Sophie blushes.

Biana: can i come over and watch with u?

Sophie: ok!

Sophie: moms making mallowmelt

Sophie: but u cant have any

Biana: >:(

Biana: hope u like being single then

Sophie: fine u can have some mallowmelt

Biana: yayyyy!

Biana: ily

Sophie: ilyt

Sophie: now lets watch ur stupid show

Biana: on my way!!!

Sophie smiles, shaking her head. She's a little annoyed, but fine, it sounds interesting enough from the podcast. And what else would she be doing? Studying? Having US history as an alternative would make even the most horrible of shows seem good. She stuffs her textbooks into her backpack and shoves some things out of the way so her room looks a bit neater before rushing downstairs. The mallowmelt smells good enough to make her mouth water.

"Mmm..." she sighs, barely taking time to let it cool off before taking a large bite. "That's so good. Thanks, Mom."

Edaline  smiles. "You're welcome. Just save some for your father and I."

"Fine, fine. I have to share with Biana, anyway." Sophie huffs and takes another bite. "She's coming over, is that alright? We're going to watch a show together."

"Sure, just make sure to get your homework done."

Sophie rolls her eyes. "Fine."

"And keep the door open!" Grady calls. Edaline laughs as Sophie's face flames.

"I'm going back to my room," she grumbles, taking a plate of mallowmelt with her and walking up the stairs. She manages not to trip over her own feet and drop the mallowmelt, thankfully, as she grabs her laptop and opens Netflix. Sighing, she searches for Keepers of the Chaos and clicks on the show that comes up before waiting for Biana to arrive.

The doorbell rings soon, and Sophie carefully sets down her laptop and her plate on her bed before rushing down the stairs. Panting slightly, she opens the door for her girlfriend. Biana's wearing a t-shirt with the Amsterdam flag on it. Sophie has no idea why. Maybe Biana likes the country? Her girlfriend is pretty weird. "Come on in," she says, realizing she's been staring. In her defense, Biana is pretty and Sophie is very omni.

"Ready to go watch Keepers of the Chaos?" Biana asks. She bounces on her toes slightly.

"Alright," says Sophie. "I set it up on my laptop in my room."

"Awesome! You'll love it."

Sophie follows Biana up the stairs and into her room. They sit on the bed together, Sophie leaning against the wall and Biana leaning against Sophie, and Biana presses play. Somber kazoos begin playing in the background as the theme song starts.

We're on the edge of chaos

No one is straight

We're making fanart

Because L*ura we hate

And we're gonna have teal eyes in the end!

We must be weird, and we must be gay

(We must be gay!)

We will find every bit of sanity that we have

And give it all to Lynn

Ohhhh

We must be gay!

Biana dances a little along with the song, and Sophie can't help but smile. A curvy, round-faced person with short dark hair and colorful earrings plays a few notes on the piano, and then a KEEPERS OF THE CHAOS logo flashes across the screen. Then, a group of students sit in a classroom.

"Shai! Tater! Lynn! You three finally got together?" says the same person who just played piano, gesturing to a redhaed wearing a Sappho lesbian flag cape. She's holding the fingerless-gloved hand of a lanky person with brightly colored hair, and they're holding hands with a tall girl who has chin length brown hair. The rest of the class applauds the fiancees before returning to their own conversations.

"Yep! Thanks, Ink," says Tater.

Ink smiles at them and turns to a person with light brown skin and golden hoop earrings partially covered by long dark hair. "Hi, Kiri, how was your break?"

"Good! Here's to a good 2021?" Kiri turns to the person next to them. "How about you, Ref?"

Ref has short brown hair and red glasses. "Yeah, my break was dOPE," she says, leaving everyone to wonder how he did that with their voice. "oH, and happy belated Hanukkah to Shai!"

"Thanks, you too. And guess what! I didn't set my hair on fire this year!"

A short guy with strawberry blonde hair looks concerned. "Um. Congratulations?"

"Thanks, Sam!"

Sophie looks away from the screen and at Biana. "There are a lot of characters..." she mutters.

"Yeah, but you get to know them well enough eventually," says Biana. "Now shh, let's keep watching!"

A lot of other characters are introduced in various conversations, and Sophie's brain has a hard time keeping track of them all. She does remember Tara, a curvy, bored-looking girl with long sideswept bangs, and Blue, a bisexual who may or may not be an arsonist. She doesn't know either of their personalities very well yet, but she likes them so far. Lucat, a pale, blue haired asexual, who later joins the Hanukkah conversation, also seems cool.

Once quite a bit of introductions are done- Sophie lost count at around twenty something- are over, an announcement comes over the school's loudspeakers.

"Welcome back, Tumblr High School!" announces a voice. "I hope you all had a good break. Now, the Tumblr staff have an important announcement for you all. High schools in this county, like ours, Pinterest High School, and Instagram High School, will be holding a competition. All members of the winning team will receive a scholarship to AO3 college. If you are interested, meet in room 69 after school. Now, onto other announcements..."

Somber kazoos play again as the principal's droning voice fades into the background. A montage of the previously introduced characters wishing they could go to AO3 college moves across the screen. After a few minutes of them zooming through school and talking about how fucking boring it is, all of them gather in the room (some of them with more jokes than others) to discuss the competition.

A blonde woman welcomes them into the room. They wait a while to make sure no one else will arrive, but once everyone is there, the woman clears her throat. "Hello, everyone! I'm glad you're interested in joining the competition. My name is Shannon Messenger, and I'm in charge of admissions at AO3 College. My coworker L*ura and I designed this competition."

Sophie gasps and looks at Biana. "L*ura? But isn't that the person they hate? They said that in the intro!" Biana smiles at her, and she blushes as she realizes that she's kind of... maybe... invested in the show now. She decides she'll endure the "I told you so"s later and looks back at the show, trying to telepathically tell the characters not to trust this L*ura person... and perhaps not Shannon either. It's too early to tell whether Shannon will be an antagonist or not.

"All of you will be working as a team to write a story together. The main premise is that a twelve year old girl named Sophia is a telepath, but she can't tell anyone her secret. Then, she meets a teal-eyed boy named Finn, and he tells her that she's an elf. She travels back to the elf world with him, where she struggles a bit at the elf school Firefox, makes friends with some other elves, learns that she is an illegal creation of a rebel group called the Dark Duck, and another rebel group- the Rarelynoticed- tries to kidnap and kill Sophia and her friend Deck. There are other details to be included into the story, which will be given out to the participants as a packet. The object of this competition is not to determine your ability at coming up with story ideas, but your ability to work in groups and execute well developed ideas. Does anyone have any questions?"

Someone raises their hand- a short, tanned girl. "Lynn?" prompts the principal.

"Did you say the rebel group was named the Dark Duck?"

"And the Rarelynoticed?" adds another person, with rectangular glasses and a red bracelet.

"Raise your hand before speaking, Auran," scolds the principal. "But yes, those are the names."

"Alright then," Auran mutters.

"Unless anyone else has questions, we'll be sending out sign up forms for everyone interested, and then we will distribute the information packets about your story. You can talk to each other and start planning."

No one else has questions, so once they've all filled out the sign up form, they gather in small groups and flip through the packets, making sarcastic comments or mocking names ("'Rarelynoticed' though-" a stylish hijabi named Raiin sighs as they come across a page of information about the group) as they try to form some semblance of a plan. Once they all agree that they've made a lot of progress, they make plans to meet up again soon and walk back home.

Unbeknownst  to them, a pair of ominous teal eyes watch from above.

Somber kazoos play once again, and the credits roll.

"So, what'd you think?" Biana asks as Sophie closes her laptop.

Rather inaudibly, Sophie mumbles "It was good."

"What was that?"

"It was good! I liked it!"

Biana grins. "I told you so." She leans over and kisses Sophie on the cheek. "Thanks for watching it. I have to go do some homework, awesome seeing you!" As she walks out, Sophie hears her singing under her breath. "We must be gay..."

[anon-e-miss]

Instransigence 9

There had been no movement on any of Mirage’s cameras, and Jazz could not decide if this was a positive or a negative. Perhaps it was a mix of both. Barricade would not be talking for a long time, if ever. In the mean time Jazz had questions he wanted answered. Nightstalker was dead, and the mnemosurgeons had not found much. The rusting processor of a dead mechanism was not a treasure trove that could be simply picked clean. It was generally only the last moments of a life that could be pulled out. All they had pulled out of Nightstalker was the thrill of the chase, and some deeply dark desires. There was no doubt in Jazz’s processor that Prowl’s attackers, at least that one, had intended on raping him before they killed him. He thought better of sharing that bit of information with Smokescreen.

He did not caution Smokescreen to watch his speed as they drove to the base in the early joors of the light-cycle. Jazz kept pace with his rookie, driving just a few kilometres over the speed limit. They did not come across any enforcers looking to fill their quota of tickets. Their number were probably in chaos. The Autobot Security Force had descended upon the Enforcer Command and were digging through every workstation and every vault in search of any evidence of a Decepticon infiltration. Ironhide would give his report to Prime and Prime would forward it to Jazz, and Jazz would pick it clean. That was not the only thing Jazz wanted to pick clean. He was certain there was something stashed in Prowl’s memory banks that could be of use. Likely many somethings, but with a recall like Prowl’s the small things and the subtle things could be easily... not so much forgotten as overlooked.

That would probably have to wait until Prowl was off the blockers. Jazz had an almost fond memory of Smokescreen. The dislocation had been an accident, just one of those things that happened during basic training. Though they had only been halfway through the second quartex of basic training, Jazz had already mentally tapped Smokescreen for Spec Ops during his observations. He had been there when an overly excited Tagonian had knocked a minibot recruit off the platform. Smokescreen had performed a wicked dive to catch him before he toppled off the edge. Jazz had been impressed by his moves. He had been less impressed by the Tagonian who had knocked Smokescreen and Volks both over the side as Smokescreen had been pulling the minibot up. One thing was for certain, that mech was not going near one of Jazz’s operations with a ten metre pole.

The dive had confirmed for Jazz that he had wanted Smokescreen for Spec Ops, and he had gone to see  Smokescreen in the medbay only to find the young mech out of his Primus damned mind. Had his medic been any but Ratchet, Jazz would have been reasonable to accuse them of overdosing the Praxian, but it had been Ratchet had he had explained that Smokescreen systems were sensitive to blockers. More sensitive that Ratchet had expected, though Smokescreen had warned him. Jazz had stuck around with the young mech until he had been called away by Hound. By the time he had gotten back, Smokescreen had been picked up by the friend he had commed when he had been dosed out of his helm. Someone designated Ore... Not Ore, Jazz realized now. Origin. Prowl.

Smokescreen had not returned to training until his doorwing had fully healed, a full quartex. Though he had returned to the parade grounds with his unit he had only stayed long enough for Jazz to come and fetch him. When Jazz had taken him back to his office, he had realized quickly that Smokescreen had assumed he was in trouble. Completely by accident Jazz had discovered the identity of the base’s betting ring’s founder. In just one quartex it had taken off. New recruits and seasoned soldiers all enjoyed the underground pool, and recognizing the value of a little distraction, Jazz had left it be. With that discovery and with a look and Smokescreen’s grades, Jazz had adopted Smokescreen as his personal project, rather than shunting him off to one of his seasoned agents. The Praxian was a special talent. He would serve Spec Ops well with a little time and training, and Jazz would be sure he got both.

“He’s groggy,” Ratchet declared when the pair arrived and found the medic waiting. “And grumpy. He woke up in the dark-cycle with some pain so I gave him another small dose. You don’t burn through them as fast, Mechling.”

“No,” Smokescreen replied. “They hit Origin hard but he burns through them fast. They hit me hard too but then they keep me on my aft for mega-cycles. Can I sit with him?”

“Sure, Smokescreen. I’ll give you a few breams before I come in to do another exam.”

“Shouldn’t you recharge?” Smokescreen asked. The tone suggested to Jazz that this was a question Smokescreen had asked before, though not of this mech.

“You just fuss over your Origin,” Ratchet replied. “Go be a pain in his neck.”

Jazz chuckled as Smokescreen scampered off to Prowl’s room. Ratchet had not requested to see the energon he had brought. Maybe Ratchet did not actually care, but Jazz doubted it. Smokescreen had merely distracted him with that sassy observation. From the cant of his doorwings, the young mech was plenty pleased with himself. He definitely had the makings of an operative, though Jazz had somewhat more complex plans in mind for Smokescreen. His rookie was studying psychology at the Academy of Science and Tech here in Iacon. When he had finished his degree he would have a whole different perspective to their operations, to their enemies. He had a two more vorns yet of studying to go before he finished his Bachelor’s. Smokescreen had suggested he was interested in getting his Masters, even a  Doctorate, if he could get the scholarships. There would be no need of that, not of the degree but of the scholarship. Jazz had tapped Optimus for a little bump to his department. Though he did not know it yet, Smokescreen’s education was now covered. Jazz had no doubt this expense would pay the Autobots rich dividends in the end.

“Ya didn’t comm Smokey,” Jazz said as he lingered with Ratchet as the medic polished a wrench.

“There was nothing to comm about,” Ratchet replied. “When I checked in on him he was online. He refused a blocker and I left him to stew. When I came back a joor later he took the blocker.”

“Don’t suppose he mentioned what he was stewin’ on?”

“No. I’m hoping he’s considering what I said about that mnemosurgeon. You’re probably hoping he was stewing on your investigation.”

“I’d take either,” Jazz replied. “Apart from the wiring, what’d that fragger hit?”

“Memory banks, the slash and smash has long healed,” Ratchet replied. “I don’t know what they were trying to accomplish. The base of the helm isn’t a conventional route for that surgery.”

“Wasn’t a surgery,” Jazz said. Ratchet stiffened and he slowly set the wrench down. There was fury in his optics.

“What did the mechling tell you?”

“His origin came home and claimed to be overcharged. He was stumblin’. Smokey mighta gone to his berth believin’ it but he saw the energon drippin’ down Prowl’s neck.”

“It would have been a sight,” Ratchet hissed. “He should have gone to the medicentre. He was stumbling because that wiring relates to his motor relays. If his self repair systems hadn’t grounded the wires, if they’d shorted, it would have been catastrophic.”

“Fatal?”

“Probably.”

“Don’t suppose ya told ‘m that.”

“We had a talk. I’d have had better luck trying to reason with a rock.”

“Smokey said Prowl told’m neither o’em behaved well that dark-cycle.”

“What do you think he meant by that?”

“Don’t know. Date gone wrong. Coulda been anythin’.”

“A date?”

“I told ya it wasn’t surgery.”

“Frag.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s worse, you know,” Ratchet said as he lifted his abandoned wrench back off the counter and set to polishing it again. “There’s no arguing the fragger had the best of intentions. It couldn’t be anything but straight up rape.”

“He told Smokey neither o’ them behaved well.”

“At least on some level he blames himself for it. The fact that he’s an enforcer...”

“Probably figures he shoulda been able to stop it,” Jazz guessed what Ratchet was thinking. He remembered what Smokescreen had said. Worrying what else the fragger had done to his origin. Smokescreen was still worrying. “Probably felt too embarrassed to sit down wit another enforcer to file a complaint.”

“Could it have been another enforcer?” Ratchet wondered out loud.

“That would fit. Smokey didn’t know the fragger’s designation. Don’t sound like he ever got serious wit anyone after his ‘genitor.”

“It’s been three vorns. He’s had three vorns to convince himself he had some part to play in what happened to him. Three vorns for it to fester. I doubt he’s going to give us a designation.”

“Yeah. Unfortunately, ‘m thinkin’ the same thing.”

[yikesharringrove]

i’m dying to read some harringrove college stuff, so what about the boys being in some frat party, meeting each other for the first time. Billy would be doing some drinking game or something and Steve would be watching him. even tho Steve’s ”dating” this guy (fuckbuddies) who’s arms are around Steve, he still takes an interest on Billy. Billy would also see Steve, all pretty and long legs and would love to get piece of him after getting that guy off him. then they fuck somewhere in the house 👀

Modern. Nb Steve ayoo.

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Billy shouldered his way into the party.

He was trying to find the kitchen, looking for a drink. He ended up just grabbing the drink out of some douchebag’s hand as he walked behind him.

He met up with his roommate, one of the other pledges from the frat he was rushing, Scott.

“Billy, you motherfucker! Play beerpong!” Scott pulled him to the table, shoving a pingpong ball into his hand.  Billy looked up, his brain shorting out as he saw the other team.

Across from his was a huge douchey-looking guy, in a muscle tank with the sleeves ripped off, and a backwards hat. Billy knows he dresses like a fuckboy on a good day, but at least he’s not like this asshole.

But what this asshole had, was the most beautiful person Billy had ever seen in his entire fucking life. All long legs, and big eyes. They were wearing a pretty bodysuit, a dark purple color with a deep neckline, lace trimming the spaghetti straps, the neckline, the low back. They had a little pin on their little denim shorts that read They/Them.

Billy watched the jock asshole, tuck them under his arm, whispering something to them, making their eyes crinkle so sweetly while they giggled, batting their big fake eyelashes at him.

Billy played the game making eyes at the pretty little thing on the other side of the table.

But the thing was, they were good. They sunk almost every throw, giving Billy a smug little look each time. It only made Billy fall harder. But then the game was over and the shitty jock tucked the perfect darling under his arm and disappeared into the party.

“Who was that?” He was standing with Scott in the kitchen, finally found it to make themselves some drinks, taking a few shots each.

“The asshole in the trucker hat? That’s Chad Weathers.”

“No not-wait, his name is fucking Chad? There are actually humans named Chad that exist on this Earth?”

“I fucking know. Can you believe? Imagine just being like, hi, my name is Chad.”

“Is he a douche because his name is Chad, or is his name Chad because he was always predisposed to be a douche?”

“Definitely the second. You can’t damp pure asshole like that.” Billy turned, seeing the perfect beerpong sweetheart from earlier, pouring some vodka and raspberry lemonade into a solo cup.

Billy laughed, holding out his hand.

“Billy.”

“Steve.” They shook hands. Their hand was warm and soft, fingers slender and long.

“You really called your boyfriend a douchebag just now, huh?” Steve gave him a look.

“Not my boyfriend. We just fuck sometimes. Usually when he’s drunk enough to not be weird about my dick, and when I’m drunk enough to talk about my dick to strangers.”

Billy just leaned against the counter, making sure to put on his I WILL eat your ass and you’ll THANK me for it smile.

“Well, I know all about your dick now, so we’re not strangers anymore.” Steve just laughed, touching Billy’s upper arm gently. They moved just a hair closer to Billy. He was totally in.

“So, Billy, tell me about yourself. What are you studying?”

“Guess.” Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Um, you’re a big dudebro so like, business management. Something to get you through while you play football on scholarship and party with your frat.” Billy sucked in some air through his teeth.

“Hate to break it to you, but you were only right about one thing. I’m rushing a frat, but I don’t play football, and I’m not studying fucking business. I’m studying social work. And I’m here on academic scholarship.” Steve was grinning.

“So you’re like, a sensitive dudebro. Good for you.”

“What are you studying, then? Art?” Steve rolled their eyes.

“Just because I’m all queer doesn’t mean I’m studying art. Why didn’t you guess theater.”

“Well, as a fellow queer I just meant you seem like an artistic soul.”

“I mean, I am really great at crafts.” Billy laughed. “But I’m studying education and early childhood development. I wanna teach little kids.” They had this soft look on their face.

“God, you’re just as sweet as I thought you’d be.” Steve raised an eyebrow again, a smile tugging at their lips, painted the same deep purple as their bodysuit.

“You think about me often?”

“Well, you’re just about the only thing I’ve thought of this whole conversation.” And then their hand was trailing down Billy’s arm, tugging him in closer by the wrist, they leaned into Billy’s space, just close enough to be heard.

“You wanna find a room? Think of me some more?” Billy slid his arm around their lower back.

“Lead the way, sweet thing.”

Billy started openly at their ass as they led him up the stairs, hips swaying. The first room they checked was locked, the second unlocked but occupied. But, third time’s the damn charm apparently.

Billy pushed Steve inside, locking the door behind him.

It was some frat bro’s room, shitty basic posters on the wall, a lot of beer cans lined up on the window sill like it was decor.

But Billy wasn’t too focused on their surroundings, not when Steve was getting naked, right then and there in the middle of the room. They tossed a condom from their pocket at Billy as they stepped out of the shorts, sliding the bodysuit off after. Billy groaned.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking sexy.” He placed his hands on their hips, sliding them back to grope at their ass, pulling them forward into him. “Gorgeous.” He figured the deep lipstick was smeared everywhere between by now, but honestly, he really couldn’t find it within himself to care as Steve pawed at his shirt, clumsily undoing the few that were still done, pushing it off his shoulders.

Some base heavy song was playing as Billy kicked out of jeans, pressed against Steve until they were at the edge of the bed, turning them around and bending them over. He pressed sloppy kisses down their spine.

“Can I eat you out?” He heard them groan, hips canting back just a little.

“Fuck yeah.” Billy grinned, spreading them slightly, getting a look at their tight little hole before diving in, licking and sucking with wild abandon. He could barely hear their soft noises over the music of the party, the wet sounds of his own mouth.

He pulled back, spitting one last time before pressing one finger inside, watching as he fucked it in and out.

“There’s, there’s some lube in my pocket.” Steve had turned their head, was looking over their shoulder at Billy, gesturing wildly to the shorts on the floor. Billy leaned back on his knees, kept his one finger pumping in and out of Steve while he got the shorts, finding a few packets of lube and condoms.

“You really came prepared tonight. You go to every party with all this one you?”

“Well it’s mostly just in case.” Billy laughed, muttering MOSTLY just in case under his breath, tearing open the lube with his teeth, pouring some over his fingers and Steve’s hole. He pressed two fingers inside, curling and stretching them expertly.

Steve was whining, fucking back onto three of Billy’s fingers. He still had one hand keeping them spread open, watching his fingers.

“I’m fucking, I’m ready. Just fuck me.” Billy pulled his fingers out, slapping their ass once.

“Brat.” He rolled on the condom, giving himself a few strokes as he did. He lined up, pressing into that tight little spot. He threw his head back, groaning as his hips pressed flush to Steve’s ass, grinding deeply. Steve was face down into the mattress, taking shaky little breaths. Billy dragged a hand up their spine, settling it on the shoulder, the other on their soft hip, using them as leverage to just fuck.

He was slamming into Steve, fucking them with a punishing pace, their skin slapping together. Billy bent over Steve, pushing one arm under their hips, angling them perfectly to slam against that sensitive little spot.

“Oh my God. Whatever the fuck you’re doing right now, don’t fucking stop.” Billy just huffed a laugh, going even harder, slamming their bodies together. Steve wormed a hand beneath them, stripping their cock quickly, bucking their hips forward and back.

Billy groaned when they came, tightening around him lie a fucking vice, crying out.

He kept going for a moment or two, grinding in deep to finish. He pulled out, slumping on the bed next to Steve, flopped in his back. They looked over at him, smiling lazily.

“I’m gonna have to get your number. That was good.” Billy laughed, batting awkwardly at their shoulder.

“Not so bad yourself.” They stood up slolwy, wincing slightly as they got re-dressed, Billy following suit.

“Seriously, I’m gonna be like, actually sore. Haven’t felt like that in a minute.” They were looking the mirror on the inside of the closet door, had just pulled it open like they owned the place to fix their mussed hair. Their makeup was somehow perfectly intact.

They flung their phone over to Billy.

“Put your number in.” They didn’t have a passcode on their phone which was bold, gave them a kinda Fuck with me. I DARE you. I have NOTHING to hide vibe. Billy liked it.

He put his number in under Billy Delta Phi party, so that Steve knew, would see the number and remember the night, the way Billy fucked them so hard they hurt.

“Just shoot me a text sometime. I’ll kick my idiot roommate out.”

“No need, I have a single room. The university was gonna put me with some guy, but my loving mommy and daddy don’t trust me not to be a slut.” Billy raised an eyebrow, cocking his head a little.

“You have a single room and we’re not there right now?” Steve just smirked, a challenge in their eyes.

“You askin’ for another round?”

“Long as you’re not too sore.” Steve took his wrist, dragging him out of the party and down the road back towards campus.

[redrabbitspod]

I've been looking at the BLM tag for the past few days. I've been talking with my roommates and my boyfriend about everything that's happened. We plan on going to a protest this weekend, we're in the South. I'm scared, because one of my roommates is POC and I'm trans. I was wondering, then, if you had tips for us? My roommate has asthma, though it hasn't affected them since childhood and I bind, so a main concern is if we get hit with tear gas and struggle to breathe.

OOC: I know you probably wanted Seth or someone to answer, but I’m answering this ooc because I think it’s important. Your roommate that has asthma, I think should just consider the state of their lungs and should go to planned, organized event, and get out early. I’m in New York and I’ve been to every protest in my area dealing with BLM in the past 5 years (most in Baltimore). But I think I can speak for many downstate New Yorkers (I’m on Long Island), that most of us know someone that has had Covid. And most of us know someone who’s died. It’s no joke. Its absolutely fucking horrific and if I didn’t have asthma, putting me at a higher risk, and if the family I live with were not over the age of 65, then I would be out there, in NYC too.  But my asthma is also pretty bad, so if they haven't had problems since childhood, their lungs are probably strong. 

Now about you and binding, if you struggle to breathe, then realize that running will be a struggle as well. And running is your main asset when the protests turn. And since you are trans, know that the police may treat you differently. I’m not trying to be all doom and gloom, but this is serious and I think you all have to look at the cons as well as the immense pros in this. This has to do with your safety though. 

With all of that being said, I think going to an organized protest would be fucking amazing. Yesterday especially there were dozens of beautiful protests around the country. Most start at 11-1 o'clock and can be found on facebook. Go if you feel you are safe from the virus or can safely distance! (which i stand by is very very important to consider. But I am also a New Yorker at risk, so I have a different perspective.) 

Some tips are to keep your eyes and ears open. It only takes one instigator - may that be the police (in MANY MANY CASES) or others, always keep an eye and an ear out for people looking to turn the crowd. That is very VERY important. 

In 2015, I went to an organized protest near City Hall in Baltimore, Maryland. it was only a small group of us. Like VERY small. And after facing off with mustache asshole from Fox news, we all headed towards the inner harbor to meet with other groups of protestors from other schools. When we all met up, a woman came running and saying, ‘don’t go near the jail. it’s a trap and they’re going to arrest all of you’. This was after the national guard was already in the city, and we already had the unrest the previous Saturday in the inner harbor. The first ‘riot’ in Baltimore. I turned to my friends and we had to ask ourselves if we wanted to get arrested. We were in sophomores in college and that would affect our scholarships. We decided we couldn’t take the risk and walked all the way back to our dorms. 

The moment I got into my room, I heard shouting from outside. I raced to my window and the crowd grew by the THOUSANDS. My window faced North Ave, the notorious street in Baltimore. I threw on my shoes and I grabbed my phone and I ran back out there. Split decision. I didn’t have any friends with me, no buddies. And I (perhaps stupidly), threw myself into the fray. It was the most fucking amazing experience of my life. And it was the biggest protest in Baltimore at that time. I didn’t have to know anyone, because we were all screaming for one cause. It wasn’t until we walked around the entire city, through Sandtown where Freddie was killed, that we reached the inner harbor and I found my friends. But it was 8:30 by then and approaching curfew, which was 9 o'clock. We raced to get home before that struck because the police had been getting violent in previous days. That’s where this picture was taken from.

NOW WHAT FUCKIN RELEVANCE DOES THIS FUCKIN HAVE. 

I heard that the tides were going to change. That the police may get violent and this was after already experiencing the police yelling shit at us, flipping us off in previous college organized protests, and watching them beat the people every fucking night. You HAVE to be conscious of those around you. If you hear that people have started to throw shit, unless you’re about that life and want to take the risk, LEAVE. And as non-black people, DO NOT BE AGGRESSIVE IN THE UNREST. The best thing you can do is create a barrier around the black protesters. The best thing you can do is try to help those around you. But don’t be one of those fuckin idiots that are spray painting on buildings, throwing shit, setting shit on fire, because it reflects badly on us. We will be blamed for it. Not saying I think you would do that, but keep that in mind. 

Here are some quick tips summarized:

Watch out for unrest. The people start getting violent? leave. You cant continue the fight if you get hurt. 

the POLICE START GETTING VIOLENT?! Get. the fuck. Out of there. And help anyone you see that needs it. 

Keep your eyes out for a med booth or those supplying first aid. I’ve heard they are spread all throughout the protests, ready to aid.

Bring your inhaler

Write the number of your friends on your body. This day and age people don’t know each others numbers. It’s very easy to lose your phone when shit pops off. And if you get separated, you’ll be happy that you have it written somewhere. Just make sure its non-visible. Some people ended up getting doxxed during the last uprising. 

Write the number of a friend that is not there, someone you trust, as well, in the same manner. If someone is handing out the number of someone representing legal counsel, take it. 

Bring water with you. That is vital. And snacks. Keep your energy up in the sun.

I saw many things saying unlock your phone so people can get to your information. Do not unlock your phone. If it gets stolen then you’re fucked and if it gets in the hands of the police, you don’t want them searching through your shit. On your lock screen put all necessary information. Your picture, name, age, phone number, and the phone number of the person you trust. 

Bring a black sharpie. You need to write shit down like the name of someone getting arrested? you’ll be happy for it. 

stay together. try your best to not get separated. One goes, you all go. You do not want to lose someone in the fray. 

MAKE SURE YOU HAVE A MASK OR SOME SORT OF FACE COVERING. FABRIC, MEDICAL, WHATEVER. NOT ONLY DO YOU WANT SOMETHING TO PROTECT YOU, BUT SOMETHING TO PROTECT YOU FROM FACIAL RECOGNITION. 

tie back your hair if you have long hair. 

wear baggy black clothing. you want to be as non-descript as possible. you do not want the police to be able to easily profile you. 

stay far away from the fuckin cops. we saw in ft Lauderdale yesterday that it takes ONE COP to start it all. 

If you have medical supplies? bring them. 

If you see opposing parties trying to start shit like the trump supporters and white supremacists infiltrating the crowd? RAISE THE ALARM. TELL. OTHERS. 

POLICE ARE INFILTRATING THE CROWDS AS WELL. I’ve heard that they're changing armband color every day. So if you see an armband, tell the people around you. It’s usually on the upper bicep and keep your eyes open for anyone else like that. This is important. 

AOC posted this fantastic guide:

And you can find the entire thing here

Please stay safe, stay alert, stay aware, and thank you for fighting. 

Black Lives Matter.

- BloodyDamnit

[modern-fae-female]

Elorcan Modern AU chapter 3 Lorcan POV

I cant believe this stupid school! Just because if I get one more D I will get cut from the football team. Football is the only way I will get to college by a football scholarship because my grades definitely won’t get me there. Now here I am storming out of the school looking pathetic, but still apparently scary enough that people know to quickly move out of my way. I’m heading out to the football field to complain to Mr. Arboryn about this stupid rule that could get me cut from the team.

“Omph” 

I pushed open, well more like slammed open the front doors, and there was a small girl with dark hair and onyx eyes, who I almost just pushed to the ground. Luckily she managed to balance herself out, but who was this girl. I have been attending the schools in Adarlan school district in elementary school and I knew most people in the school but I had never seen her before. 

“Sorry,” I mubled quickly and quietly not knowing what else to do. I continued off to the football field, still shocked about who the small, pretty girl was. Pretty? When did I decide she was pretty. I mean sure she seemed pretty short which was kinda cute, and her long wavy dark hair down to her waist, her eyes, well ok maybe she was pretty but what does it matter. 

“ Woah, what’s got you in a worse mood than usual?”

I looked up realizing I was almost into the locker rooms and there on my right was Fenrys, one of the other members of the Cadre, fellow football player, and I guess my friend. 

“ None of your business Fen.”

“ Alright, alright. No need to even more moody. Come on lets head to practice and maybe you can work off some of that moodiness to get in a better mood for Maeve.” 

I could hear the slight disgust in his voice when he said Maeve, but I didn’t feel like getting into another argument with him, so I just nodded and continued onto practice. I still couldn’t get who that girl was out of my mind, hopefully practice would help me clear my head. 

During practice I practically went off on a rampage, tackling everyone I could, punching bags after bags, and my hands were practically bruised and bloody by the end. Practice did help me work off the rage of might getting off the team, but yet here I am on my way to history and that little girl is still on my mind. I head into class and sit down, knowing that this class would be boring. A couple minutes into class someone walked in. It was her. The girl who I almost knocked over this morning. The girl who I think is pretty. The girl who I can’t stop thinking about.

“Ah, you must be our new student Elide Lochan.” 

So Elide was her name. It fit her well, I don’t know why but it just did. I didn’t notice I was zoning out until I heard Mr.Allsbrook say my name. 

“Why don’t you take a seat in the back next to Lorcan.” 

She’s coming back here to sit next to me. Just my luck. And yet I can’t stop staring at her. even when she looks at me and we make contact, she looks down to the ground quickly, but I can’t stop staring. While she's walking over here I notice her limping, did I do that this morning. Oh no, I probably did. She probably hates me and that's why as she sits down and class resumes she doesn’t look over to me. I don’t know what to do, I don’t want her to hate me forever. Wait a second, what am I thinking. I have Maeve to think about, I mean I am in love with her and have been for as long as I can remember. Even though she is on and off with the other members of the Cadre I have always loved her and she knows that. So eventually she will have to love me back, right? Right, so why do I feel so guilty about Elide this morning. I decide to write her an apology, maybe this will make the guilt go away and I can stop thinking about her. So I get out a little piece of paper and look back over to her. She is still listening to Mr. Allsbrook and hasn’t looked over to me. 

“Sorry about this morning, I didn’t mean to almost knock you over and storm off.” I think thats good, so I fold it up and pass it over to her. I quickly look back up to the lesson, even though I have no idea what we were going over. I could hear the paper open and her eyes look over to mine, hopefully this would be enough. Eventually class ends and Elide shot up out of her chair and practically ran out of the room. 

“ Oh no, did I somehow upset her even more?”  I think. My heart sunk in my chest as I went to my next period, math class. I head in and there in the back is Maeve beckon me to sit in the empty seat next to her. I felt my heart slightly pick up as I sat next to her. 

“ Lorcan my darling, how have you been?” 

“ Fine” I mumble. 

“ Oh, does something have you down.  Well me and Connall broke up, maybe you want to come over tonight?”

She asked me over, by myself. I had never been over to herself by myself, usually the Cadre or her to dimwit ‘friends’ were over. Normally I would pounce at an opportunity like this, but something made me think about it. I decided to ignore it. 

“ Yeah sure, just tell me what time.”

“ How about 6:30, I can get chef to make us a dinner and we can, you know, hang out.” She said while dragging her nail up my arm. 

I tried to ignore the feeling in my gut and said, “ Yeah, that's fine. I will be there.” The bell rang and class began and ended just as quick. I left and went to my other classes, none with Maeve or Elide, but a couple with the Cadre. The Cadre are the closest things I have to friends, but we don’t usually talk or mess around in class. Finally lunch came and I went to go sit at my usual table with Maeve, her ‘friends’, and the Cadre. I sat down and looked up over to Aelin the bitch’s table and there was Elide. Sitting down right next to the bitch herself with her friends surrounding her. Just great, now I will never get close to her now that shes made herself part of the group. I didn’t realize I was staring at her until Essar asked,” What is so interesting at Aelin’s table Lorcan. See someone you like?” 

“ No, its nothing,” I quickly replied. 

“ Who’s that new girl sitting next to Aelin, I think I had French with her but I forgot her name,” Remelle asked. 

“ I don’t know, probably some new girl who Aelin took in to try and keep away from us. Probably a little bitch like her.” Maeve said

“ Hey, her name is Elide and she is not a bitch,” I quickly replied before having a chance to stop myself. I quickly regretted it as now everyone at the table was staring at me. 

“ Woah, got something with her, I’ve never heard you defend someone like that before,” Fenrys said. 

“ Defiantly not, why would I ever get with a girl like her. I just don’t think we should judge someone too quickly, she might not be a bitch like Aelin and the rest of them.”

“ Ok, fine. But something is up with you about her, and I am going to get to the bottom of it.” Fenrys replied. 

I looked around to see everyone still staring at me still. I quickly looked down and tried to eat my lunch. Tonight couldn’t come quick enough as I needed to get Elide off my mind. 

@elorcan-trash 

[ofmerrit]

*  ◜  kristine froseth  ,  cis  woman  &  she/her  ◞  *  according  to  school  records  ,  that’s  merrit  antonietta  unn  hornsby  walking  on  campus  grounds  with  their  usual  iced-americano  from  the ancient  grounds  cafe  .  they’re  known  for  their  long  ,  dark  blonde  locks  outshining  their  surprisingly  tall  figure   and  are  often  spotted  at   the  versailles  garden  reading  wild  geese  by  mary  oliver  .  almost  everyone  knows  their  family  is  worth  like  1.2  billion  dollars  ,  so  we  suspect  they’re  a  member  of   olympus   ,  you  know  ,  the  one  for  old   money  .  do  you  know  where  they  were  the  night  that  the  scholarship  student  died  ?  they  claim  they  were  touring  around  the  campus  for  inspiration  ,  must  be  an  architecture major  thing  ,  right  .  and  hey  ,  don’t  you  agree  that  the  sophomore  reminds  you  of  muffled  screams  into  silk  pillows  ,  the  bellyache  you  get  after  doing  something  wrong  &  vacant smiles ?  you  better  watch  out  h e s t i a  before  something  dangerous  happens  to  you  and  life  ends  at  twenty-two  .  *  ◜  barb  ,  twenty-two  ,  gmt +3  &  she / her  ◞  *

alright alright . it’s me , wrinkle free brain bar from gmt +3 !! so pumped to be here w you sexies mwah <3 here’s merrit’s pinterest board if you’re interested ( pls im a virgo n pinterest addict .. lemme make boards for our muses .. id d*e ! ) imma . bore u to de*th w this intro pls .. forgive me .. i only hav 2 brain cells , this is all over the place HDFJK rip </3 tw: kidnapping, death.

starting w the boring statistics :     full name: merrit antonietta ‘antonia’ unn hornsby     nicknames: mer, antonia, ant, tbc.     code name: hestia ; the goddess of hearth , the family , the state & the domesticity.      star sign: libra sun , virgo moon , scorpio rising.     sexuality: bisexual.     favourite literature piece: wild geese by mary oliver ,  an anthology .                                              “meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,                                              are heading home again.                                              whoever you are, no matter how lonely,                                              the world offers itself to your imagination,                                              calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting                                              over and over announcing your place                                              in the family of things.”

merrit is the only child of the young hornsby couple. she doesn’t remember much of her childhood, according to her grandma, she was the happiest kid. had everything she could ever ask for and more. 

the reason why merrit can’t remember any of this is the beginning of a tragedy — a stormy december night, she and her parents went missing. grandma says they were gone for over five months. a kidnapping case gone cold, they thought. right when the old couple was giving up on them, an angel from above delivered antonia to their door step. malnourished, void of any memory but alive.

life after losing her parents was easier than expected, grandma hornsby ( nee du pont ) made sure merrit would recover from this without any trauma & in a way, she did.

doesn’t have the best relationship with her grandpa, he’s harsh and cranky and too smart for his own good, merrit is lowkey afraid of him lmfao 

she’s currently studying architecture — her dream major was interior design but grandpa encouraged her to pursue architecture to follow her father’s footsteps.  kinda made sense because she’s fascinated by houses .. in reality the insides, the families living there are the real source of interest for her but she’s happy to settle for outside for now gshdjkf

personality stuff !!!

uMM.... i’d say she’s lowkey a people pleaser sdhjkf like ?? making her grandparents proud is . literally the only thing she’s ever wanted in this world n now she feels the same responsibility for every single soul in her life . a torturous existence if you ask me 

can’t say no <3  if she thinks its gonna make u feel a tiny bit better . boom . she’s in .

the friend you’d call to bury a body . no questions asked . she’s pickin up the shovel as you speak asdghfjk unless it’s between her grandparents n you, then *michael scott vc* how the turntables.... sdhjfk shes rattin u out instantly rip

LOVES to talk n listen . fills her heart with joy . a blabbermouth . 

an overachiever . doesn’t sleep much, rocks the dark circles 7/24 lmfao works bc doesn’t like the idea of .. wasting life if that makes sense ??

loyal 2 a fault. mostly to olympus. wld do anything to stay in the secret society / establish her place .

extremely gentle n caring . sometimes ?? its just . too much sdjkf like. tone it down <3

likes poetry ,, especially mary oliver n louise glück ! her fav poem is the orange by wendy cope.

i imagine her wearing flowy, tulle dresses with floral embroidery or vintage pieces idk 

has shit ton of plants but struggles to keep them alive rip

!!! im . terrible at explaining her fr i hate it here ok i hav a vision but ??? i cant explain it

safe 2 say shes having difficulty deciding who she’s supposed to be . a part of her wants to be the golden child for her grandparents n the other side .. jst wants to live her life y’know ??? 

UPDATE ! i’ve realised that by hiding her secret, i also unintentionally hid a big portion of her personality and she comes across as the typical, soft & gentle soul. don’t get me wrong, she is indeed gentle and soft but she’s also volatile and deceitful !

connection ideas !!!

childhood friends - except she doesn’t remember any of it. maybe your muse thinks she’s changed. maybe they don’t care. maybe they are no longer friends . idk 

penpals - seriously ???  i imagine her as someone who writes letters jst bc they’re nostalgic n cute ??? cld be fun.

a home - i kno home’s not a person but a feeling but tell that to merrit lmao. this person’s probably the only one in the whole damn world she’d choose over her grandparents. platonic or romantic, doesn’t matter.

betrothed - super old school yikes. nt exactly betrothed either .. maybe her grandma thot it’d be better if these two were in a relationship . maybe they remained as friends . maybe they hated each other . maybe they kept the publicity stunt ( cue 2 merrit begging to keep faking the rel so her grandpa wld be happy )

exes - a classic. ts this is me trying vibes . on good or bad terms . lingering feelings ? yes please .

bad + good influence - again, classic sdhjfk

saw u at the garden but cldn’t say hi bc i’m a dumb binch - basically someone she has a minor, unrequited crush on. probably knows this person through her other friends but she’s too damn timid to take the first step

a friend from labyrinth . ok hear me out . this is a big deal for her bc she’s all in for her society n v opposed to the idea of a second one even existing . wouldn’t say shes openly mean or .. rude to labyrinth members but ?? jst . wants to protect her own , so this would be a v secret friendship .

a project - could say she has some sort of a savior complex . wants to ‘fix’ people up .. toxic much, mer? <3 anyway ashdjk maybe she thinks .. she can change your muse ? i truly dont know. 

ok final one . its juicy . someone who’s suspicious of her . she has a secret n for the obv reason i didn’t talk abt it, your muse’s suspicious n it’s just . hashtag awkward

these r the only connection ideas i have rn my brain said get tht fire exit door im off im so sorry forgive moi bUT im a sucker for angst : ) so theres that 

something inspired by my queen n savior phoebe bridgers or . folklore ?? yeah.

give me noora / william vibes . the ex friends . the dan / blair dynamic . i live for them ok sgdhfjkl

[nonbinaryresource]

(1/2) hihi. um, so i'm out to my parents as nonbinary, but they've been refusing to use my preferred name and pronouns- whenever i tell them to use my correct name/pronouns, they always give some sort of excuse such as "we've been calling you (birth name) for your whole life now! we can't just randomly switch it! or "we can't call you a 'they' in public, people will think i'm crazy since you look so feminine!" and they tell me that they're trying to use my correct name and pronouns, but

(2/2) when they say things like that, i cant help but feel like they're not trying at all and it upsets me, especially since they've been lgbt+phobic for a long while and even tried to indoctrinate me and my trans bro into having the same beliefs as them- they kept telling me they've tried to change, but i'm really confused... is there any way to have them call me by my preferred name and pronouns?? hopefully without sounding pushy or anything??? :/

Unfortunately, there’s no magical way to get bigots to start respecting you. I’m so sorry you’re in this situation. =( You are completely correct to feel as though they’re not trying at all because they aren’t trying at all. In fact, they’re actively working at not trying at all! It’s not just laziness. It’s cissexism/exorsexism. Your parents are not being reasonable or fair. They are being hateful and dismissive.

It is not pushy to demand the most basic level of human decency from people in referring to you, which includes them using your correct name and pronouns.

Your options will largely depend on your age and how much, if at all, you are dependent on your parents (for shelter, financially, etc.), and therefore how safe  you are to set boundaries.

Tbh, I am always a proponent of giving people a taste of their own medicine, especially when they’ve made it clear that they are purposefully, specifically working to disrespect you. IE, calling them by the wrong name/titles/pronouns. Odds are excellent that they will be furious if not annoyed and at that point, you can point out their hypocrisy in how hurtful it can be to be referred to incorrectly.

Of course, you can always just stay the course and correct them every. single. time. they misgender you. If they try to argue with you, then you remind them “this isn’t a debate. I’m just telling you my correct pronouns. That’s it” and do your best to ignore all their anti-trans huffing and puffing.

You can also stop getting drawn into arguments about this and simply ignore them and do not respond at all any time you are misgendered, only responding and participating when you are correctly referred to.

The calmest, quietest way to deal with people like this, though, is to just limit contact with them as much as you can. Boundaries, boundaries, boundaries! If someone cannot respect your very personhood, then they do not deserve the privilege of your company. If they complain about not getting to see/talk to you much, then you can shrug and remind them “my company goes towards those that can respect my name and pronouns. If you want to spend more time with me, you know what you have to do”.

Unfortunately, if you’re a minor or otherwise dependent on them, usually the only/best thing you can do is put your head down and just focus on planning for how to get out of this situation ASAP. What odd jobs can you pick up? Can you work part time? Can you safely save up money for yourself? Do you need to keep cash somewhere? Are you able to get your own bank account without your parents as overseers? Where do you want to go and how will you get there? Can you stay with a friend for a while as you sort things out? What can you pare down to the absolute necessities to travel with if you’re unable to get all your stuff out? Do you need to start looking for scholarships? Maybe even get in contact with a local queer/trans org and see what resources they can offer to you.

I’m thinking of you. Please stay safe and make sure you’re devoting plenty of time to self-care.

[gif of the Pokemon Pikachu scrunching up its face very happily over the text “Pikachu is cheering for you”]

~Pluto