#anyway i made my singing teacher cry today-

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Today's (8/6/2024) Episode: Girls Night Out

Now that all the birth, death, aging up, and new career drama had settled down, Noemi and Luigi started working on their long-delayed wedding.

First up on the agenda, of course, was their Bach parties with their friends. Noemi went first, hosting a girl's night at a lovely little Italian restaurant in downtown Cooperdale.

Luigi’s old pal and dormmate Bonnie was hanging with the ladies for the evening. She had wanted to get to know Noemi better for a while and this seemed like a perfect opportunity.

As they waited for their food, Noemi asked Isra how things were going with her newborn twins. “They’re in good hands tonight.” she smiled “Poor Rhys wasn’t sure he could handle Elyse AND our new bundles of joy, so he talked Luigi and Beau into coming over to help… and play videogames too, I’m sure.”

Kenzie laughed. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” She then regaled them with a funny story from when her triplets were still babies, ending the diaper-riffic tale: “It’s a good thing infants are so adorable, or none of us would have made it to the toddler stage!”

Breanne nodded along with the other moms, adding “I’m so glad Beau and I are expecting just the one this time. If we had to care for multiples plus Bruce, I don’t know what I would have done!”

When their dinner finally arrived, Bonnie trotted out her treasure trove of “Luigi lore” for their enjoyment. The favorite tale of the night was her story of the time she’d managed to sneak in and abscond with every piece of green clothing in his inventory.

“The poor kid came crying to me, of course, in his socks and underwear! The look on his face when I opened my dresser and offered to let him borrow his own outfits back! … Priceless.”

After the meal everyone headed to a little shop next door that was the real reason they’d chosen the old mining town as their party destination.

By living at home while he attended university on scholarship, Beau had managed to avoid student loan debt. Years of careful saving from her food service job combined with her husband’s pro gamer signing bonus had finally allowed Breanne to finance her lifelong dream of opening a candle shop.

In addition to selling her own creations at “Light Your Way”, Breanne hosted candle making workshops. When Noemi had mentioned trying to find a fun activity to celebrate her upcoming nuptials, she’d offered to host a workshop for them all as a wedding gift to the couple.

As the others headed inside Noemi stopped Amaya. “I know this might be a bit weird, considering your history with Luigi, but would you be willing to stand up with me at the wedding as my Sim of Honor? You’ve become one of my best friends and it would mean a lot.”

Amaya’s face split into a huge grin “It IS a bit weird… which just makes it more fun! Besides, if you hadn’t asked me, you’d have asked Isra, right?”

Noemi’s answering nod and admission of “she and Rhys aren’t coming; they’re keeping Skye during the ceremony and our honeymoon” caused Amaya to laugh out loud “Welp, that isn’t any LESS weird! Hot stuff has got to be used to it by now…! Anyway, pretty momma, count me in”!

Amaya and Noemi chose a station, and the ladies spent a lovely few hours making a basic dipped candle.

The activity came with its fair share of singed and nicked fingers, but Breanne was a good teacher. By the end of the night every member of the group was proud to walk away with at least one handcrafted souvenir, and a fun story to tell their household about crafting it.

Noemi thanked her friend for the lovely present. As Breanne hugged her tight and told her how happy she was to do it Noemi reflected that for someone who’d struggled her whole life to make any friends she suddenly had quite the awesome “squad” to call her own!

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[yourtouchismidas]

What about if Matty and RG got called into school for something, like one of the girls got in trouble for something, nothing major, maybe just typical high school stuff like smoking in the toilets ahaha. I can’t imagine Matty being any good at discipline, he loves his girls too much bless him

so i think most of the girls are well behaved at school, and keep most of their experimenting and stuff outside of it. there is one exception though. stevie matilda. stevie came out a little rule breaker. she was always crying til she was red in the face if she didnt get her way. she would draw on the walls and pinch her sisters when they were playing quietly and run off giggling.

you and matty pretty much try everything. the naughty step. early bedtimes. no pudding. but stevie sits on the naughty step and entertains herself by singing. she goes to bed early without a fuss, talking sweetly to matty as her lifts the cover for her, as if its a normal bedtime and not a punishment.

"she's happy at least," you say, as you and matty groan into your before-bed-tea at the kitchen table, after another day of trying to get her to do what you say.

"maybe it's just a phase," matty says, "a terrible seven? is that a thing?"

"no matty. but even if it was, stevie has a terrible six too. and five. and..."

"okay i got it," he says, placing a hand over yours and tapping. you look at him. his laughter lines. his crows feet. his greying hair. the warm light reflecting in his glasses.

"you're too soft on her," you tell him.

"i'm not."

"you are. she listens better to me. hell, she listens better to george."

"okay maybe i am. i just cant help it. i mean. have you seen her? the smile? the dimples? she's fucking adorable."

she keeps growing and you send her off to secondary hoping that the teachers are more equipped to dealing with naughty kids. your children have all gone to regular school their whole lives, despite matty earning enough to send them to private (the exception being valley once she hit eleven and needed more advanced classes).

"if public school was good enough for me. it's good enough for my girls," he said.

"stevie will probably get expelled if we sent her to private school anyway. apple doesnt fall far," you agreed.

so off stevie went to secondary and amazingly, you didnt hear anything. no phone calls. the occasional detention but nothing major. something odd happened with the twins early in their school journey. close as anything at home, they separated at school, made new friends, took different classes, became themselves, before returning to their shared bedroom at night to gossip until they fell asleep, sometimes in the same bed.

then the call came.

"hi is that stevie healy's mum?"

you'd just finished lunch and all the girls were at school . you were expecting a call from gigi at uni today and thought that's what this was. you beckon matty over from where he is stuffing crisps in his mouth and whisper "stevie." his eyes go wide. you hold the phone up to both your ears.

"unfortunately stevie has been sent to the headmistress today..."

they explain what has happened. stevie was caught on top of the gym hall roof with her friends. no one knows how she got up there and when asked to come down she refused, telling the teacher she didnt want to show other kids how to get up there, and he shouldn't want that either, or tomorrow everyone would be doing it. apparently there had been damages to school property. no one was hurt. you're asked to come and collect her. suspended for the rest of the day.

"stevie healy!" you yell at her when you see her, sitting outside the headmistresses office, head in her phone.

"hey mum," she says. like its regular pick up time.

"what do you think you were doing?" matty says, trying to put on a stern voice and failing. stevie smirks a little.

"i dunno. all the older kids take up all of the field and grounds to eat lunch. there was nowhere to go. this school should really provide more places for year sevens to eat if they want to stop this kind of behaviour from happening again."

"unbelievable," you say.

"when we get home we're going to have a massive talk about respect," matty says. the headmistress is behind him now. watching. he sounds stern enough for her. not for stevie.

"didn't you set fire to uncle george's trousers when you were my age?"

"thats... well... that's not relevant right now. come on. we're going home. we'll pay for the damages," matty assures the headmistress.

when you're leaving, matty hears a little voice.

"dad?"

it's lexie, staring at you all crossing the courtyard, frowning.

"what's happened? you okay stevie?"

"your sister has been in trouble."

"god sake steve," lexie says. "got all scared then. thought there was a problem."

"there is a problem. your sister," you say. while matty kisses lexie on the side of the head, making her blush and assures her not to worry.

"see you at home," he tells her.

at home you both sit stevie down at the table and tell her off. you tell her she needs to sort her act out. that authority is hard sometimes yes, but you have to get by and stop doing things that could harm others. matty is actually stern. and stevie looks shocked. she looks in her lap and almost cries. but then locks eyes with him again. willing to take the yelling, knowing she earned it, and also that she can take it.

there is a silence afterwards. stevie sits and the two of you lean against the counter.

"okay, shall we go to a movie or something then?" matty says.

"matthew!" you say.

he shrugs, "what? she's off school. may as well."

you sigh. "too fucking soft," you mutter, but you grab your bag anyway. may as well.

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

I knew I was going to cry at Defying Gravity, but I didn't know I'd cry THREE TIMES.

tl;dr Wicked is something Special, as always.

I saw the movie today... (Spoilers below, probably.)

Putting down the times I cried to simultaneously celebrate Finding My Emotions again, and recording what resonated with me most at this time of my life. And, well... Most of my life, really. I don't think it is as much My Story as it was when I was a teenager. Not the beginning, anyways... But it still hit home hard enough for me to cry three times.

==> I ALMOST started crying at "No one mourns the wicked." Because the whole story poses the question of, "Who decides what's wicked?" Who deserves to be mourned? Who chooses? Who deserves to be loved and who deserves to be spit on?

Having been told most of my life that I deserve to be spit on, even knowing deep down that I don't deserve it, by my stepmonster of course but also my peers, at times my siblings, and even my teachers at school, it really hits me hard that people can just DECIDE you have no worth, and will ACT on that, and that doesn't mean you DESERVE it, and it's INFURIATING to me whenever people treat someone who doesn't deserve it with that kind of scorn.

Also, I love Elphaba, I love her to the core, I appreciate her, I WAS her, I hate to know how they hate HER.

1.) But I did cry tears (so many tears) at the song about The Wizard and I (its title eludes me atm). Having just read the book, I had it fresh in my mind, so very fresh and raw like a wound, exactly how that meeting with The Wizard goes. The lies, the betrayal, the disappointment, the horror. The fury. It was the dramatic irony in its cruelest form, knowing this character had so much trust in her future only for me to know it will crash down around her.

As my mother put it (she was also crying), "She has so much hope. And look what they do to her."

Also the lines about (paraphrasing) "he'll see my worth and know I'm not just a freak." That's a secret dream I had for so many years, to be loved for who I am despite the Weirdness. That was a pain I felt, being ostracized and still standing strong, but I always hoped to meet SOMEONE who'd see my worth despite it all.

I did eventually, and I love you guys for it dearly. (Mags, Icarus, Siren, you guys were a dream come true for me, do you know that? Link and Teri and Robyn, Lapi and Caleb, you weren't among that first wave of friends ever, but I cherish you dearly. Thank you for seeing my value despite all of us knowing there are those who would scorn us all for the reasons we made our friendships!)

2.) I cried at the song about "I'm not that girl" (again, can't remember if that's the title or not). Not necessarily because I relate to its romantic inclinations, but I know the feeling of not feeling like you're good enough. Knowing others prefer Other People over you. Knowing you're not anyone's favorite; knowing you can try and try, but you can never compare. (paraphrasing) "Don't hope too hard, don't forget who you are." Always less than, always a freak. It hits me DEEP.

3.) Defying Gravity, of course. I can be sitting at work keying in names and numbers when that song pops up on Spotify, and then I will be at my desk crying. "I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game." "I'm done accepting limits, just because someone says they're so."

And "Too long I've been afraid of losing love I guess I lost. Well if that's love, it comes at much too high a cost!" "And if I'm flying solo, at least I'm flying free!"

Especially this line: "So if you care to find me, look to the western sky!" I long to sing it with my full chest at work.

The DEFIANCE! It's in the song title! The triumph! The return of HOPE! The self-determination! The FREEDOM!

I've just spent so much time being put down by people and fighting to rise above it, to make my own choices, to face the people telling me "You'll never accomplish anything" and PROVE to them I can do it. I WILL DO IT!

Specifically now it brings to mind a certain personal endeavor that shall not be named because I know how many people feel about it and frankly I don't want to meet that here, but even my dearest friends most often tell me to give it up or refuse to support me.

I have to be the wind in my sails, my wings against the gales. It gets exhausting but my GODS, I can't deny it's FREEING.

"To those who'd ground me, take a message back from me: Tell them how I am defying gravity."

I'm going to do it, "and nobody in all of Oz, no Wizard that there is or was, is ever going to bring me down."~

And gods, the way the movie ARRANGED that song! It did split up the last couplets, which I feel detracted just a LITTLE from the emotional catharsis of the last verse of the song, but the whole rest of it was so emotional and so well built-up and GLORIOUS. The whole song through, I was WILDLY emotional!

And oh my gosh, they both sing so well in the movie and I love them for it, but Elphaba's last vocalizations in Defying Gravity are ICONIC and Cynthia Erivo's voice was PHENOMENAL on it! Gods it was GLORIOUS.

And, I mean, the whole movie was fun and emotional and creative. I've never seen the musical (though I got the Broadway original cast recording CD at an estate sale about 20 years ago, so I know the songs). I don't know Exactly how much was drawn from the musical. (Quite a lot, given what I know from the songs and what I know with the book fresh in my mind. Where the songs conflict with the book, it did choose the musical's canon.) And I do so love the songs! At the beginning of the movie, they had a little thing that said "No singing", and I was like "That's going to be the hardest part for me."

I was, however, tapping my foot and mouthing the words. And at Defying Gravity, I was BOPPING.

((My mom and I are thinking about going to a performance of the musical in June-ish! We just... both have to do some Serious budgeting. Long drive, expensive tickets...... sigh.))

Anyways, I really enjoyed it. I really thoroughly enjoyed it! The love triangle with Fiyero is a bit tired and unnecessary for me; I much prefer the book's version of that one. But aside from that small complaint (that I'm so used to lodging anyways), this whole big story spoke to me in so many ways.

It did NOT feel like nearly three hours of movie!

I mean, part of the reason I cried so easily was probably because one of my chinchillas died last week, and, you know. Grief for me burns low and slow. It's long, and it aches and it aches and it aches. I always Almost Cried when I was at work, or in public, but couldn't. So maybe that was a factor in the Massive Amounts of Waterworks... I think I needed to cry.

But it's still a story about someone being ostracized, finding friends, finding out There Are Troubles In The World, and doing what she can to stop them. It's a story about realizing the authority you trust isn't what you thought and hoped and dreamed it would be, and a life being taken apart by hearsay and vengeance and lies.

It's so much of my story, in essence...

It's getting better now. The characters I related to so much before age 25 aren't practically narrating MY life anymore. Things are changing. Slowly, painfully... They are changing.

*I* am changing. I always had Elphaba's spunk and struggles with emotional intelligence. Wearing ostracization with no pride, exactly, but being independent enough and strong enough to push on despite it. To still be firmly grounded in myself. The sense of justice. Right and wrong. The urge to Do Something About It. The righteous fury of knowing you've been wronged. That same for others, too, and wanting to right the wrongs they've been dealt.

Now I have more grace, more diplomacy. More patience, to be sure. (...sometimes.) I have a better handle on Holding Conversations and Dealing With Offenses and Slights. I know how to rein in my tongue (at least sometimes) and I know how to turn my fury at injustice into action instead of aimless raging.

But I don't know that I'll ever forget What It Felt Like to Be That, either.

So yes, grief or not, I'm certain I probably still would've cried at least once.

[monstrousproductions]

[warning: transphobia, specifically from parents. seriously. take care of yourself i mean it.]

hiya dad, it was my 17th birthday today (technically yesterday, since it's past midnight, but i digress). i'm writing in cause it kinda sucked and most of the other adults who i'm out to (and are supportive) are my teachers and i don't really want to bare my heart over school email. i came out as trans (ftm) to my family a skosh over 2 years ago, and my parents still haven't accepted it. they're the sort that think that trans people exist, but *you* (that is, i) can't possibly be one of them. my mom's been trying to use fully neutral language and avoid using any names, which is... technically better than misgendering me, i suppose. my dad told me i was "full of shit" when i came out and has no hesitation about deadnaming me since them. there's lots of very sad specific anecdotes about the various responses they've had to me trying to assert that i'm a guy, but this is gonna be pretty long as is, so just take my word for it. i also came out to my older brother at the same time, and he's been hesitant, but willing to try about it.

all of us were busy during the day today, but we were going to open presents tonight, and my mom made a birthday cake for us to have afterwards. the first half of that went okay, though my dad was fully sullen--this isn't unusual; there's a whole lot else going on with my dad but getting into it would require a laundry list of warnings. anyway, after the presents my mom said that she wanted to consult me about decorating tomorrow's cake (i'm hanging out with some friends and will be having a larger cake due to the number of people). however, this was apparently a subtle way to get me out of earshot of my dad, since my mom wanted to know what i wanted to do about singing "happy birthday," since singing it with my actual name would send my dad "over the edge" (to be clear, this was almost certainly an accurate assessment). the options were to either a) sing happy birthday with 1. my actual name (horrible social repercussions for days if not weeks) 2. my dead name (i don't like being a doormat) or 3. a childhood nickname (which, while theoretically better than option 2, still implies that there's something wrong with my actual name), or to b) skip having cake as a family and not sing.

i chose b, for reasons obvious--my brother was also the only one who was hungry for cake, so it hopefully didn't seem weird. my mom said that it was my choice, but she wanted to sing me happy birthday and would use whichever name i picked, even if she didn't do it with the rest of the family. i agreed to this, and my mom said that she'd tell my older brother where i was (my brother and i are fairly close, and he's in college and usually living on-campus, so i was supportive of this). our conversation had gone on for long enough at that point that my dad and brother were having a full conversation, so i went up to my room to do homework that's due tonight. my brother came up a little later with cake (he says that cutting into a fresh birthday cake that wasn't his felt like thieving, which was sweet--all puns intended--of him), and we had cake before he needed to head back to campus. i started on my assignments, and after a bit my mom came in. i asked if she wanted to sing happy birthday then, and she said that she didn't think she'd be able to get the words out bc she'd be crying too much. rn i think she's on a walk or something.

that's pretty much the whole saga. as i said, i'm hanging out with some of my friends tomorrow, and i'm out to them (and tbh most of them are queer and/or trans) so that should be good, and my mom said that she'll sing the version with my actual name (though she didn't phrase it like that) with them, which will be a first. i'm not physically unsafe, and my parents would be fine if i weren't trans (like, in most regards they're good parents, they're just bad at not being transphobic). but i've also had a really shitty birthday and i didn't even get to be sung happy birthday with my actual name, and i'm really tired of getting hurt.

i'm not exactly sure if i have a question or not. i think most of the decisions i'll really want a second opinion on are gonna start being made when i turn 18 and can medically and legally transition, and right now i'm mostly waiting and trying to take care of myself as best as i can. still, if you have any sage advice i'll certainly take it. anyway, my name's Julian and if you could wish me a happy, albeit belated, birthday i'd really appreciate it.

Oh, kiddo! This sounds really, really tough xxxx

First of all, thank you for having the consideration to add a content warning - I appreciate, it not just for myself but for everyone else on the blog.

I wouldn't usually weigh in on people's personal problems (at least, the ones that aren't about ghosts and ghouls...) because it can be hard to maintain healthy boundaries around this stuff - at the end of the day, I am still a stranger on the internet!

As such, my first piece of dadly advice for you is to talk about this with people who know you and love you and who can support you in a more direct, ongoing way.

That said, of course I can wish you a very, very happy birthday, lovely Julian! I'm sorry the day itself was a bit shit, and I hope your friends can help you celebrate the way you'd like to. I had a pretty remarkably shitty 16th birthday, and can certainly sympathise.

Obviously I can't weigh in on any of the big decisions in your future (taps the 'stranger on the internet' sign again 😅) but I hope it's some reassurance to know that adulthood is on the horizon. As you get older, you'll be better placed to advocate for your own autonomy and to set and maintain the boundaries that make sense to you.

Until then, taking care of yourself is the best thing you can do. It's hard, and it sucks, but you're worth every ounce of love and care you can give yourself. Stick with it, sweet Julian, and here's to a happier year ahead! 💕

[quodekash]

os2 x eclipse ep2 part 2 of my silly little commentary

oh thats weird, why is the cafe for all worker hosting the competition?

(huzzah i am funnie)

seriously tho, youd think aye would recognise them

YAYYYYYY WAT WONNNN

SANI TAKING PHOTOS GHRDFJBG I LOVE HER

SHES SO PROUD OF HIM

"this is my first short film. sorry- our first. it's a story of what we face in real life. Thank you to all my friends for always supporting me. Thank you to my advisor, Teacher Sani. If you hadn't asked me that day, I wouldn't have made it here today. I also want to thank my family. Even though they don't really approve of me making movies, they secretly transferred me money in the end. Thank you."

EVERY SENTENCE HE SAID WAS ANOTHER REASON TO CRY

HOLY HELL IM NOT OKAY

OMG

hell yes imma add this to the collection

"even though your movie is not very perfect, i could see the power and sincerity in it." "thank you" "keep making films. dont give up." "i wont" HIS LITTLE SHRUG- I CANTTT

BGRHEFJDBS

HES SO HAPPY

ITS MAKING ME HAPPY

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

PROBABLY TOO MUCH

BUT ITS FINE

THIS JUDGE GUY IS SO COOL

IM GONNA CRY

I LOVE THIS GEHIRKBSG

FIEWUKJSBDGFEKJBSDGFOU4EJWBNFIOKNEWDSPIGNVPIERKDSFPIN4EWSDPIGNVPEORIDNSGOPVIENBRPISDGNVEORIJDSBGNPIO34JBWENGPIVE4PRIKGHJBOPEIRNFDOIBJN THE HUG

HES SO HAPPYYYYY

IM SOBBING

SANIS FACE-

NAMO LITERALLY SEES EVERYTHING

HOW DOES HE SEE EVERYTHING

HE ALWAYS KNOWS

the lights went out

finally

here it is

aye's about to be dramatic

and im probably gonna scream and cry (in a good way)

GUITAR CHORD STRUM THINGY GHDRBHT

YUP

YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP

YAYYYY

im giggling and sobbing at the same time

HES CRYING AAAA

im so glad im watching this now instead of last night bc its so much easier to scream out loud

AND AKK'S GONNA START SINGING TOO, RIGHT???

LOOK AT HIS FLIPIN FACE AAAAAA

YES

YES

YES

GIUERKDSBJGREUVJB

IM SCREAMING AND SOBBING AND LAUGHING AND DYING AND GIGGLING ALL AT THE SAME TIME SOMEBODY HELP

GFUIREBGNIUEFRBAAAAAAAAA

im sobbing

hes such a good singer

i love first's voice so much

WAIT I ONLY JUST NOTICED THAT LINE

"if you dont like it, if you're not okay, let me know. ill stop."

the freaking PARALLELS

IM SCREAMING SO LOUD RN

THE FREAKING FLASHBACKS

WHAT THE HELL

IM DYING

GIRHDKBJGFBJTKRDFAAAAAAA

IM NOT OKAY AND THEY ARE THE REASON WHY

ITS THE EXACT SAME SCENE

EPISODE 10, 3/4, IT'S EXACTLY THE SAME AS THAT

AND THAT SCENE HAPPENS TO BE ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SCENES

SO I AM COMPLETELY DYING

BUT ITS LITERALLY THE EXACT SAME SCENE

THEYRE SO SILLY

I LOVE THEM

AAAAAAAAAAAA

WELL NOW ITS EXACTLY THE SAME AS EPISODE 11 WHERE THEYRE LYING IN BED

ITS THE SAME FREAKING THING

THESE FREAKING PARALLELS WILL BE THE END OF ME

oooo graduation blessing

"people say that life is like a journey. i want you to keep going forward to reach each of your destinations or goals." I LOVE HER

"keep going forward without knowing if there's light at the end of the tunnel" SERIOUSLY KAN, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO KEEP VOICING MY FEARS, ITS RUDE

"of course. you guys have done it before. you have walked out of those dark shadows." TY SANI THATS SO SWEET IM CRYING

THUAKAN MOMENT

PLATONIC WATSANI MOMENT

OMG

Y E S

YES YES YES YES

THIS IS LITERALLY EXACTLY WHAT I WAS HOPING FOR

I SCREAMED SO LOUD

THEY HUGGGGGGGG

"thank you for never letting go of my hand" WHAT THE HELL THE PARALLELS- NOW ITS THE SCENE AT THE START OF EPISODE 10 WHERE AYE FAINTS AND THEY GO TO HIS HOUSE AND THEY FALL ASLEEP AND THEY FALL ASLEEP HOLDING HANDS AND AYE SAYS SOMETHING LIKE THAT AND HOLY HELL

THIS IS THE GREATEST FREAKING EPISODE OF ANYTHING EVER OH MY GOODNESS

my face hurts from smiling so much in this episode

SERIOUSLY, THE PARALLELS ARE INSANE

EVEN THEIR EXPRESSIONS ARE EXACTLY THE SAME

"i love you too. shortstop." AAAAAAAAAA

damn, they end with what they cut out of the actual show

i love them so much

oh, look at that, theyre ending with what the actual show had to cut out

anyway WHAT THE HELL THAT WAS INCREDIBLE

EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT WAS PERFECTION

MY NEW FAVOURITE EPISODE OF ANYTHING EVER

AND PUENTALAY NEXT WEEK???? GIUERJKBDG

oh look at that i used up all 30 photos again

how the hell is anything real rn

THEYRE GONNA BE DADS?????? WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL

WELL

THAT WAS SOMETHING

im gonna go cry for the rest of the day, peace out

[babybluelove2]

what listening to too much lesley gore as a thirteen-year-old in the present time will do to you (if you are a female ben hanscom and also being stalked by a demon clown) (alternatively titled: i’ll cry)

is this anything ? does anyone care about the extremely niche version of the losers club that i made up in my head where they are all girls and also dating ? ive been having fem ben hanscom thoughts so much that i thought i would share. u can take this if u want to

~♡~

Ben Hanscom was having a bad day, to put it in schoolgirl language. The talking-to-your-mother-crying bad day, the she-holds-you-and-tells-you-everything-will-be-alright bad day. Except that wasn’t it. Because Ben Hanscom has had bad days before. Schoolgirl bad days. And she has learned to not go to her mom after them; it just makes her feel worse.

Anyway, she had this feeling, gut deep, higher-power-level, that this was not a schoolgirl bad day. That this was just going to be a bad life, at least for a little bit. Things were bad. She could deal. She was good at distractions, at keeping herself company.

Ben Hanscom was a dreamer. A Lisbon girls dreamer. (Her words; she had watched The Virgin Suicides once when she was eleven because she heard one of the characters was named Bonnie, like her. Upon watching, she felt connected to the Lisbon girls. Like if they were her friends, they would understand her in the ways her mother never could. 

Bonnie Lisbon hangs herself at the end of the movie.)

She was thirteen now, Cecelia’s age, and had taken to writing in the margins of her favorite books, the ones she kept close to her heart. She liked poetry the best, it described the things she couldn’t form the words to herself, the liminal loneliness that permeated her very being.

Thirteen-year-old Ben Hanscom’s existence was poetry and music. Because music could fill a room. Music could be laughter or tears. Music could be It’s My Party by Lesley Gore. 

According to the tobacco-chewing man who worked at the Virginia record store, Miss Lesley was “vintage”. Ben hadn’t known that by vintage, he had meant irreparably damaged. It’s My Party was one of the only songs on her I’ll Cry If I Want To vinyl that played all the way through. She didn’t mind much. It was her favorite song on the album. A basic pick, but Ben didn’t pride herself on her individuality. The things that made her noticeable in a crowd were the things she hated most about herself. 

So it was an It’s-My-Party bad day, although Melanie Martinez’s rendition of the melody was more fitting objectively. She sat on the cheap mattress on the floor of her new bedroom and cried, Lesley Gore singing slightly off-key in the background. Today, the middle of March, was her first day at Derry Middle School. It was shit.

As a sort of first-world survival mechanism, and because of her destiny as an empath, Ben could sort out the good people from the bad. When she was little, she insisted on seeing the good in everyone, but she found with moving and new schools and a distinct lack of friends that she never got close enough to anyone to find their good. Usually this meant a lot of neutral. People would blend into the background, the type to not interfere if things got ugly when the bad presented itself. 

At Derry Middle School, there was no neutral, just bad. It vibrated in the sound waves of her teachers’ voices refusing to call her Ben (“Don’t be silly, Bonnie. Ben is a boy’s name.”), dilating the pupils of her judgmental classmates’ glares. At lunch, the only flavor she tasted was the putrid peach of anxious nausea. There were no empty tables when she entered the cafeteria, so she stood around awkwardly for about a minute-and-a-half and then hid out in the bathroom for the rest of the period.

The people were mean. It took her all of five minutes to run into Henry Bowers, who told her she’d better leave his town before she regretted it, like she had a choice in the matter, and said a few choice words about her weight that would inevitably take residence in the back of her thoughts always. She slipped out of the back door after the end-of-day bell, avoiding him and going back to her aunt’s house, her new home.

The record skipped. It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to. Cry if I want to–cry–cry–cry–

Like a girl with a car-crash-induced stutter, the song caught on the word cry, over and over. It was enough to elicit a reaction from the distraught teenager in the room. A little on the nose, she thought bitterly. Ben rubbed her tears into her complexion as she went to remove the record.

She had meant to hit the off button. Someone else would say their finger slipped, but Ben knew better. 

Her book of fairytales was packed away in a box somewhere. It was pink with golden sparkles and a built-in ribbon-bookmark. She didn’t need it in front of her to recount any of its tales. Sleeping Beauty was her best friend in second grade, far more reliable than anything else in her life. She used to write little confessions to Aurora, schoolgirl-bad-day musings next to her hopes and dreams.

Sleeping Beauty was cursed to prick her finger on the spinning wheel, just like Ben Hanscom was cursed to prick her finger on the needle of her record player, only she didn’t fall asleep for a hundred years.

She gasped a breath in when it happened, sticking her pointer into her mouth where it was bleeding. 

The music was still playing–cry–copper was on her tongue–cry–everything felt surreal; maybe she had taken her daydreaming habit too far this time–cry–her mom always said she was too separated from reality.

The vinyl shattered. She screamed, startled, covering her face out of instinct. A shard lodged itself into her arm, right through her baggy hoodie. Another cut through her baggy sweatpants. 

She scanned the room, maybe looking for her fairy godmother to step into view, rambling about how that wasn’t supposed to happen and she’s sorry, let me clean you up, darling. Or for someone entirely human to tell her she was going insane. But she was alone, the sudden quiet buzzy and disorienting.

After a pause that ensured one of her cousins wasn’t going to come and investigate, Ben moved to the bathroom so she wouldn’t have to look at the vinyl residue littering the carpet.

She was crying again by the time she pulled the pieces of vintage Lesley Gore out of her body. She had stopped some time before and was paying for it. Her tear ducts had finally caught up to produce sobs that died with the air that struggled to reach her lungs. Her clothes were ripped, and she wasn’t really in a position to afford new ones. She was in pain too, though she didn’t really feel it; all of her senses were being eclipsed by phantom hearing–cry–cry–cry–

It met Ben Hanscom that day, and her life would never be the same.

(@amorasalvatore i posted this whoops ty for listening to my ramblings)

[t0kidal]

The Alef Part 3

(Part three! 

I want to build the reader’s relationship with our “Not-gang” so we’ll be having a school episode for a little bit.)

( Part 2 ; Masterlist )

_________________________________________________________

The following weeks were eerily uneventful. You at least expected some kind of backlash from brutally humiliating the ethos batra. But so far, nothing happened. 

Even Opera’s activity had come to a strange lull.

Almost like there was underlying tension growing somewhere...

Nah!

You were fine, everything was fine, and it’ll stay that way so long as you stay under the radar. It would’ve been nice if some excitement came your way every now and then though...

Little did you know how much you’d regret that thought.

~~~

This time, you’re pretty much coerced by your teacher to go eat lunch in the cafeteria. So now you’re stuck looking for a quiet pocket to enjoy your lunch. You spot Balam and Kalego by the very noticeable split from them and the rest of the demons, and after much hesitation, take a seat across from them.

There’s a bout of awkward silence as you internally debate whether or not to bother with small talk or to at least spare them of the endeavor.

That is until the decision is made for you by a certain Cat Demon.

“O-OPERA! SENPAI!”

“pfft!”

...

Oh you’re dead, you’re so dead. You didn’t mean to laugh but Kalego’s face was too funny.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh I swear! pfHa-!” You mute yourself. You can’t hold it anymore as Kalego’s face warped further.

“Such lively, Kouhai. Anyways, lunch is over. You’re coming with me.”

“But…”

“No.”

And with that he picks up Balam and runs.

“B-Balam-kun!?”

“SHICHIRO.”

~~~

Opera smirks at the three of you, “Today, we’ll be taking out the trash. But, in order to use all of you efficiently, I’ve decided we’re going to traumatize them.”

“Huh?” Yes, brilliant, wonderful, such grace, much eloquence.

“As your wonderful Senpai what kind of Senpai would I be if I didn’t help my Kouhai grow.”

As he relays the plan, you grow paler and paler as your soul continues to leave your body. You had to sound proof the room, sneak in, mute the room, and play ghost with Kalego and Balam.

“If you think you can’t do it, just say so.”

Then again... if you said no, they’d probably go in there and beat them all up again... and then you’d have to mute them for at least half a day... you’ll die before you get home.

“Ah, she’s crying.” Ah yes, ever so blunt, Kalego.

“It’s fine. I can do it.”

Deep breaths, stand up, let’s go. 

Patting Balam’s silvery locks (ooh! so soft!), and offering a handshake to Kalego (you don’t wanna die trying to touch his fluffy dark beau- N o don’t pet.) You coat all of you in your mana and, already feeling the strain, side step your way into the ethos batra as a larger group walks in.

You immediate cover your mouth and nose at the pungent smell of cheap cigarettes and stale chips. The two behind you have similar expressions, Kalego’s reflecting deep disgust and Balam trying to keep his lunch down. 

There was so much junk in that room, what- is that a body pillow?!

Regardless, it helped you move around the room, hugging the wall and using the trash as cover as you got to work. 

Pretty soon it was done, and you give Kalego and Balam a nod as you mute the room. 

Watch, they’re panicking, they’re fighting, they’re screaming, they’re crying, and a wicked grin crosses your face. Mute, unmute, Mute, unmute.

You let out an audible giggle, before moving to another spot out of sight.

“WHO’S THE-” mute.

Unmute, laugh, mute.

Unmute .

“I can’t decide~

Whether You should live or die~” 

You sing sweet and slow, reaching for the light switch you add flickering effects.

“F-FREAK! WHERE ARE Y-” Mute.

Turn off the lights, and... release the hounds. 

The visage of cerberous flickering in their peripherals further threw them into a frenzy, and whenever they tried to escape or fight, Balam easily threw them back into a pile.

Then comes Opera. He bashes down the door, and stands before them like a blessing, a gentle intervention. 

But no.

This was judgement day.

So anyways, you started swinging.

Or well, Opera did most of that... you weren’t as combat proficient... yet.

And soon enough, you took down the Ethos batra. 

Letting out a sigh, you splay on the floor and drop the mute zones. You weren’t out of mana but the whole ordeal was...

Exciting! Fun! You feel...!

“Good job, Kouhai. I’ll leave the clean up to you.”

“... Huh?”  Yes, brilliant, wonderful, such grace, much eloquence.

~~~~~

[otakween]

1-Nensei Charenji - Mirai no Shougakkou Tanken (First Grader Challenge: Future Grade School Expedition)

In today's installment of "Otakween watches everything on MAL", I accidentally watched a 45 minute infomercial, yippee! So, for some backstory, this is on the "#" section of MAL that I'm currently going through but it isn't available anywhere on the internet. I actually ordered the DVD for like 100 yen on Mercari and just got it today. No subs, but it's for kindergarten/first graders so...no subs needed for me. Normally, I'd just skip over something I couldn't find for free, but I have a fascination with homeschooling and curriculum so I was excited to see what that was like in Japan. This is from a company that sends your young child a box in the mail with a bunch of educational materials (some of them remind me of Leapfrog/Leapster) as a regular subscription. Included in those boxes is DVDs like this one I guess. I thought this would just be like an ordinary kids show with some educational stuff baked in (like Dora or something) but nope! It was a full on commercial for the company -_- It kinda pissed me off cuz advertising to children like this is kinda gross. Anyway, full thoughts below! Happy I can check an obscure one of my list :D

Notes:

So the "plot" for this OVA was you have two "good" kids who use Benesse products to prep for first grade and three "lazy" kids who ain't doing squat to prepare. They all go to the future through some random magic artifact (very Doraemon-coded) and see their future selves in first grade. The good kids see how successful they are as first graders but the lazy kids see that they're going to turn into flops if they don't shape up. You see how insidious this is?? The whole plot of this special is "kids, if you don't use our products you'll be a failure in life!!" Gross. (Admittedly the toys look kinda fun tho lol).

Characters are bland and nothing to remark on. Again, the mascot character (Korasho?) is a total Doraemon knock off. He's supposed to be a living randoseru backpack, so that's kinda cute.

In addition to all of the ads I was bombarded with there are two songs on this disc that you can watch in either music video or karaoke mode. Not gonna lie, they're pretty good songs for little kids. One of them is about friendship and the other is about moving on from kindergarten to first grade (emotional)

The thing that made me laugh the most is that they have a (live action) music video of (I guess?) a real kindergarten graduation where they sing the second song mentioned above and it's like the most melodramatic thing I've ever seen. The parents are crying and the kids are crying while singing. They're just moving up one year get a grip!! (jk I'd probably cry if I was a parent). It wasn't really the crying that made me laugh but the fact that they kept zooming in on everyone that cried. Some kids/parents they didn't focus on just looked bored haha

The other (slightly) interesting thing on the disc was a brief message to the adult/parent viewer about first grade pedagogy. As you can imagine, this one was a little harder to understand, but I liked the part with the math teacher. He explained that it's not just important that students spit out answers, they have to tell you why that's the answer too. On a chalkboard he showed his students the different ways that people do mental math and that was neat.

Whelp! I got like 5 other DVDs this one (they came as a bundle) so hopefully they're on MAL. I give this a 4 outta 10 for being a sketchy ad aimed at children >:(

[slytherinshua]

Sorry I meant to reply to your last message (I have a terrible habit of being social and then go radio silent for like a week after ahaha). I listened to a few of Hyunsang's songs and oh my goodness, genuinely is he ok?? They were really good and I loved them, but all the ones I heard were so sad?? Does he need a hug?? Who do I have to beat up?

Your post about people is so true though, it's honestly so hard to make friendships (or even just be nice to some people tbh). Sometimes you just don't vibe with a person, but I don't think there's anything wrong with that. I mean irl, there is someone in my friend group who I just don't vibe with at all, but all of my friends really like him and enjoy hanging out w him. It is quite hard sometimes to be friendly ahaha (it does make me feel like a horrible person tbh, but what can you do? But I think the whole thing of how he got into our friend group is a bit strange. Without context it sounds bad, but I promise it is genuinely kinda weird lol). But definitely if you ever find that our convo is too dry or weird, don't hesitate to tell me!! I think sometimes you have to prioritise your comfort and if the other person is willing to change, then that's probably a good sign!

I hope you are doing well! (I watched another clip from a Lucy concert and got jealous of you again 😡)

lol don’t worry at all!! LMAO STOP IJBOL 😭😭😭 it’s so true whenever i listen to hyunsang im like WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS BOY?? imagine debuting with an ep titled “my poor lonely heart” AND EXPECTING PPL TO THINK UR FINE DIDJKS 😭😭 and if you watch any live performances or his covers HIS EYES LOOK SO SAD WHILE HE SINGS LIKE HE COULD CRY AT ANY MOMENT ☹️☹️☹️ so literally when he smiles I melt so much cause I’m not used to it anyway he’s so cute and I love him and his emo music and pretty voice 🥹🥹

yeah I feel it a lot lately cause I always want to be nice to everyone especially if they talk to me on my blog but if we don’t click after a bit of talking I feel awkward 😭😭😭 and they’ll keep messaging me and then idk what to do cause the conversations are literally like “hi hru” “I’m good wbu” AND THATS IT 💀💀💀 damn that must suck I’m sorry that’s a thing 😭😭 it’s even harder when it’s a friend group situation cause you can’t just stop talking to one person if they still have connections to all your other friends and you also can’t bring it up with your other friends cause they won’t see the problem :( but don’t worry our convos have been anything but dry since you first sent me an ask 🥹🥹 I love talking abt lucy or anything else with you I could do it all day lmao

I’m doing pretty good!! I have my first piano lesson in like 2 days.. I’m really nervous for it because it’s my first one in over a year since I took a break and it’s with a new teacher. I had lessons with her for a bit in 2020 but they were mostly over zoom because of covid. these ones are in person and I haven’t had in person lessons since 2019 🧍‍♀️ I also haven’t practiced piano since last year when I was taking lessons and even then I feel like I didn’t practice at all between lessons cause I was losing motivation.. so realistically I probably haven’t practiced properly and consistently for 2 years fml 😭😭 but hopefully everything will go well. I’m hoping I’ll like this teacher again I don’t really remember having an opinion on her when I had her 4 years ago, but I remember switching back to my old piano teacher who had moved to England since I was doing online lessons anyway. I’ve had her for around 6 years total so I’m very comfortable with her she’s basically made me the pianist I am today lol. but I think in person lessons would be beneficial which is why I’m trying this out instead.

I have nothing to help you about the jealousy but I did get the group photo back recently (kinda sad they didn’t give us 2 cause we did take 2 and I was so nervous when the first pic was taken that I didn’t have a pose and sangyeop was telling me that he was gonna do a flower pose and I didn’t know wtf a flower pose was until a day later when it clicked in my head LKSJSKS) but I am the one w the pink heart and yes I was RIGHT next to sangyeop and wonsang aka my bias and wrecker skdjsksk how did I survive

[1d1195]

The quarter system should be illegal!! I am somewhat use to it but it does still surprise me how brutal it feels towards the end of our winter and spring quarter :( plus by our last quarter even professors state that they are not really with it! whats WILD is that in my first year i did cry everyday when i first experienced midterms week lol and Sam you're so sweet 😭Youre always so supportive and it makes me smile and want to cry in a good way! and know that im proud of you too! Teachers are HIGHLY underappreciative and it's devastating to be aware of that :( but you're doing amazing with what you can and I just know youre so loved!!!!

Girl guess what I found out today... A few days ago I dropped a class for the upcoming quarter because I was able to enroll into another one I needed. I dropped it because there was no assigned prof yet so in my head it didn't really matter ya know, but tell me why later I find out that MY HOT PROF IS TEACHING THAT SAME CLASS I DROPPED 😭 i swear the universe hates to see me win! i am SO sad about this! like i will never shut up about this so thank you for putting up with my hot prof rants lol

I don't actively perform anymore so it doesn't cross my mind when ppl want to know like a "fun fact" about me lol BUT OMG YOU SING!!!!!!! thats so cute and fun!!!! did you ever take lessons or was it something that you just enjoy for fun? I have an odd feeling in an alternate universe you would be a great lyricists! youre writing is so good!

YAY TO NOTHING!!!!!!! as long as you get time to turn that your brain off and rest, that's truly all that matter! Im hoping you'll have such a nice weekend!

Us both being brown haired and eyed just further proves we were separated at birth!!-💜

Some days I think seriously about a different career option but I really do love teaching. There are some really just FERAL children out here. Idk how people let their kids out of the house like that. I know I’m not a parent but like. Damn.

If you make a petition I’ll sign it. It sounds like it should be illegal!!!!

NO THATS THE WORST. HOT PROF COME BACK. 😭😭😭

I didn’t do formal lessons unless you count like 4th-12th grade chorus class. I learned a LITTLE about music in chorus but nothing I think I would have learned in formal lessons. I don’t really sing in front of people solo wise either. My shampoo and conditioner, my Harry Styles car air freshener, and the voices in my head are the only ones that hear me sing these days 🤣 my moms never heard my voice because I’m SO shy 😭

Anyways! You preformed!?! That’s so cool! What did you play? You and Harry would be a match made in heaven. You should apply the next time he needs a band member 😉

Xoxo

[the-butter-churner]

Hehe vent post

[aceoceanic]

I'm the best student and know exactly what sight singings are and when they are due. Anyway, enjoy my friend's awkward laugh in the background.

[whisper-my-serenade]

wip

Winter.

Red noses, chapped lips, cracked hands. Scarves, hats, gloves, ten minutes getting ready to be outside for thirty seconds. Waking up to fresh snowfall that you know in a few hours will turn into gray slush because this is New York, what else would it do, but for now the world just looks like it’s been perfectly coated in powdered sugar. The hum of a radiator, always on. A warm mug of tea with too much honey poured in it. Late sunrises. 

So late, in fact, that when Neil wakes up to find the sun casting a hazy orange glow over his bedroom, he panics for a minute. 

Oh, it’s Sunday. No worries. 

Not like he’d have much to do on a weekday, anyways. Done with high school, done with college, script reading for his next show doesn’t start for another two weeks. He lays in bed, staring at the ceiling, letting his thoughts drift. The bed is small, all too similar to the dorm rooms he spent too many years of his life in, but it’s softer and warmer and the sheets are bunched up from too many nights of twisting and turning. The biggest difference is that it’s the only bed in the room. Just one wall separates this room from an identical one with the same twin bed. He and Todd bought them at the same time, back when they were first furnishing the apartment and they realized that buying beds was not exactly an aspect of adulthood they’d been prepared for.

It was the third year of college and both of them agreed that they were sick of living in dorms. Todd had suggested sharing originally, dug up the place, even, but Neil was the one who made the phone call. Soon it was theirs to be filled with books and dishes and shoes and memories. Even when they both graduated and made space on a wall for their shiny new degrees, neither suggested moving out. How could they? It’s home. 

Neil hears Todd stirring from somewhere in the apartment (his bedroom? The kitchen? He can’t quite tell). Todd has always been a late sleeper, but becoming a high school English teacher has forced him to change his habits. Now he stays up late, gets up early, and has a nasty caffeine addiction. Music floats in from the living room. An old Billie Holiday record, of course. It’s one Todd has played many times, so Neil mouths the lyrics to himself even though he can’t really hear them. 

If you hear a song in blue

Like a flower crying for the dew

That was my heart serenading you

My prelude to a kiss

Eventually Neil forces himself out of bed, the winter air hitting him sharply as he throws off his blankets. The bedroom door opens with a creak, and there’s Todd, softly singing to himself as he stirs cream into his coffee. He’s self-conscious about his voice, and he stops singing as soon as he notices Neil poking his head out. 

“Morning,” Todd says quietly, setting his coffee on the counter to grab another mug from the cupboard. Neil picks up the song. Though it's just a simple melody, with nothing fancy, nothing much, you could turn it to a symphony一a Schubert tune with a Gershwin touch.

“Did you see it snowed?” Neil asks as Todd hands him the mug. Their fingers brush for a moment, and it warms Neil more than the steaming drink in his hand. 

“Yeah, traffic’s gonna be a nightmare today.”

Neil shrugs. “Good thing we don’t have anywhere to go, then.” Todd smiles softly, still mindlessly stirring his drink. 

Oh! How my love song gently cries

For the tenderness within your eyes

My love is a prelude that never dies

A prelude to a kiss

[never fear, there's a lot more of this. just not done yet. school ends in two weeks and then praying i can actually get something done <3]

(taglist: @crumbly-apple-pie @inahallucination )

[kirishimas-manly-eyeliner]

what would online classes with Kaminari be like?

a/n: ahhhh i’m glad you asked! i love writing for this lightning bby so i gotchu, i added sero because he needs some love <3

pairings: denki kaminari, hanta sero x gn!reader

ONLINE CLASSES WITH HANTA SERO AND DENKI KAMINARI

⚡ DENKI KAMINARI  - *turns mic on, insert kaminari making moaning sounds*

let’s be real for a second, ‘kay? NO ONE LIKES ONLINE CLASSES

I DON’T KNOW A SINGLE PERSON WHO DOES

HOHO AND KAMINARI

OH NO

he despises them

he’s that kid to have the weirdest virtual backgrounds and the one to be spamming the chat so that your teacher has to disable it

he’s the kid who has his video off and legitimately cannot focus for the heck of it, but he’s really responsive in breakout rooms

but hey! at least online classes with kaminari are NEVER boring

if you turn your mic on, he can and will start moaning into it while you’re in class

if you’re trying to get your homework, he’ll try to read every single word on your papers

if you’re trying to turn on your video, he can and will pop into the room and start waving in the background

but even though he might be annoying, he’s also such a sweetheart🥺

kaminari’ll probably also be taking extra classes in front of you or next to you, so your devices are next to each other

he’ll hold your hand under the table 🥺🥺🥺

and it’s SO cute when he swings his feet back and forth in the chair like a lil’ baby and he expects you to kick back oml

he’s a weird kid but he loves you so much it’s nearly impossible to explain in words

kaminari probably doesn’t understand most materials, so he’ll definitely be that kid looking in confusion in class and going “...what the f?” 😟

he’ll text you during class, even though you guys are right next to each other how confused he 

⚡lightning mcking: WHAT THE FOCK IS GOING ON

lightning mcoverlord: ?? kaminari, love, you’re supposed to be paying attention

⚡lightning mcking: can we go to Mcdonalds after this???

lightning mcoverlord: if we go to Mcdonalds, will you finally buckle down and do your work?

⚡lightning mcking: WAS THAT A VINE REFERENCE-

and whenever he sees you stressed because of assignments, don’t worry

...

THE BTCH IS CRYING WITH YOU

HE’S SOBBING NEXT TO YOU GOIN LIKE “TF IS GOING ON BABE”

you two will both be sobbing, shaking your heads and going “i don’t know i literally don’t know-”

if he sees that you really do need comfort though, he’ll get you a hoodie and wrap his arms around you and kiss your forehead. “you’re really smart, ya know that?”

“hey, celebrate the small things! at least you got me, and i’m the handsomest all around. come on, let’s go to mCDONAAALDS”

A Child™

but really, you make him feel like he’s on top of the world. he adores you. please don’t let him go.

🖭 HANTA SERO - “you really gotta stop rehearsing saying the word here.”

EVERYONE SHUT UP I LOVE HIM

on the days that you don’t want to get up from your bed to class, he’ll be the one to drag you off your bed by the foot

“come on! it’s time to get up!”

“mmm, five more minutes..”

“GET UP SWEETIE-”

he’s definitely going to be really patient with you though 🥺

he understands the days where you’re burnt-out or just really tired, so he’ll first kiss your knuckles and tell you, “hey! it’s another good day to test your limits. if you made through yesterday and all your worst days, i just know you can make it today. cooome on baby. let’s go.”

HE WILL SING TO YOU IN SPANISH IN THE MORNING✨✨

he’s such a romantic 

expect sero to make you breakfast and put a not there on the days he’s busy on how much he loves you 🥺<3

“good morning, my love! today’s gonna be a good day, and i’m right here for everything :D”

when you’re in online school and he’s working elsewhere, he’ll video call you

every single break without fail and send you memes

a LOT OF MEMES

A LOT OF MEMES THAT JUST DON’T MAKE SENSE

but he really does want to brighten your day in anyway possible oml

OKAY BUT LITERALLY BOYFRIEND MATERIAL

he’s sweet, caring, funny, and GOOD LOOKING? LIKE COME GET Y’ALLS JUICE WTF

sero also makes sure that whenever you’re stressed, he gets you a glass of water and ruffles your hair

“you’re gonna be just fine. let’s take a break after class together, okay?you want me to doordash you some food? yeah, let’s do it, you look like you need it babe. coooome on. leeet’s go!”

he also likes playing with you hair and OH MY GOLLY

THE WAY HIS EYES SPARKLE

WHEN HE FEELS HOW SMOOTH IT IS

IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY IT’S FORKIN’ ADORABLE AND HE’S JUST IN AWE 🥺🥺🥺

in conclusion, hanta sero and denki kaminari are the best boyfriends in the galaxy. please give them some love.

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have a sexc night if you reblog, gorgeous ;) 

[hunterxassasin]

Random q’s bc you’re bored and so am I lmao so have these lmao…

Favourite Disney character?

Favourite song from a show/movie?

Ibfs or irl’s? Which do you find easier/better? (You totally don’t have to answer this at all if it’s uncomfortable or anything, lovely!).

If you could change your name, what would you change it to?

Biggest comfort celeb?

What did your favourite teacher teach? Doesn’t have to be your fave class.

What is your eye colour?

Do you prefer your hair long or short?

Do you usually paint your nails? If so, what’s your go to colour?

Do you think I should do the tips of my hair pink again?

What would you say your biggest talent is?

Have you ever been on a date?

May I take you on a date?

Are you still friends with your childhood best friend?

What was your favourite toy as a child?

What is your third favourite colour?

Do you have an MBTI personality type? If so, what is it? I’m an infp.

Would you rather go to the beach or the mountains?

Would you rather pink eyes or purple eyes?

If you could have any animal as a pet, what would you want as a pet?

Anyways, Ilysm! Hope your day gets better baba! 😘💖

1 - favorite Disney character is the Cheshire Cat. We're all mad here right? (Lowkey might change my blog to be Cheshire cat themed 🤔)

2 - Set it All Free from Sing slaps and you can't change my mind

3 - I guess this one really depends on the person I'm interacting with. So far, I've had more positive internet besties than irl friends. Literally all my friends rn except like 4 are internet friends

4 - Probably Poppy honestly, it's what most of my friends call me (aside from the 4 irls) and it's just kinda comfy ig

5 - Andrew Garfield, Tom Holland, and Robin Williams

6 - History! Also a surviving college course I had to take.

7 - sadly, they're brown

8 - Long, always have. It's almost past my lower back now I need to get it trimmed 😬😬

9 - I don't paint my nails because I have a nervous tick of biting them so I can't or I'll just eat the polish off

10 - y e s do it. I love dying my hair, I want to go get it done again but it's so expensive

11 - uhm I'm not entirely sure? Does being annoying count?

12 - I've been on a few dates, the most recent two. . . Ended in a disaster and me crying for days on end. I saw him today, he cut his hair. . . We made eye contact. . . I cried

12.5 - yes let's do it

13 - heh, no. Not a one of them. All three decided they're better off without me a long time ago. I haven't spoken to the one in at least six years, I kinda miss her

14 - i don't really recall having a favorite honestly

15 - Periwinkle

16 - I'm also an INFP

17 - the beach

18 - purple

19 - a lion 🦁🦁