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naveen9627 · 2 years ago
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lovesodeepandwideandwell · 19 days ago
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*slaps hood of the Scholomance books* this baby can fit so many allegories for societal ills inside her
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lokh · 6 months ago
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Im gonna need your like, whole musical rec list, bc literally every song you have posted has not flopped once, give me your faves i need to eat them
OUGHHH YOUVE UNLOCKED THE BEAST ARGSHHFHJDF....
in the interest of making this both easily accessible but not stretching the dashboard, im embedding bandcamp links when i can, otherwise linking to youtube when unavailable
in no particular order, inclusion based mostly on what im still actively into LMAO but also just things you should give a go at least once:
list of artist recommendations
zeal and ardor: described as a mix of african-american spirituals and black metal. try devil is fine, you aint coming back, wake of a nation or church burns
bloodywood: indian folk metal, literally nobody is doing it like them. recently featured in monkey man (2024), try chakh le, yaad or dana dan
stromae: if youve never heard any of his songs WHAT ARE YOU DOING..... incredible lyricist, described as a blend of hip hop/electronic. papaoutai made the rounds on tumblr a while back, but you should also try santé and l'enfer
alamat: pinoy pop. a youtube commenter described them as sounding like 2nd gen kpop which probably also explains why i took a shine to them LMAO, notable for the amount of filipino culture on display and the diversity thereof (singing in different languages, themes). first heard them thru kasmala either here or on twitter lmao, try aswang or maharani
andy bull: alt-pop. a lot of poppy and upbeat songs with a melancholic undertone imo. an australian artist, try it's all connected or keep on running
cosmo sheldrake: electronic, wikipedia also lists him as folktronica and baroque pop. you may have heard the song come along on an apple ad - hes known for sampling sounds from nature. pliocene for example features sounds from endangered ecosystems.
if you like cosmo sheldrake, you might like hidden orchestra (electronica, ambient). also making use of field recordings, i really love the archipelago mixtape but its a hard sell at about an hour lmao. if you like the following song then i implore you to give it a go
son lux: experimental, you may have heard from them in the entire soundtrack for everything everywhere all at once (!!!!!). try dangerous, dream state (brighter night) or live another life.
ammar 808: electronic/world fusion, also behind bargou 08 (folk rock you should also listen to). i just cant get ain essouda out of my head, but i also love geeta duniki
miyavi: j-rock, used to be a visual kei artist. these days he might be known more for anime openings like flashback (kokkoku) or other side (id:invaded), or for work like snakes in arcane (or actually inspiring and voicing a character in it), but ive always been partial to his early work like sukkyanen myv or ashita, genki ni naare
songs/albums
'threads' album by now, now (indie rock).
'dream to make believe' or 'what to do when you are dead' by armor for sleep (rock, emo). here's the truth about heaven from the latter album
i already posted about it but denzel curry's 13lood 1n + 13lood out mixx (rap, trap) is extremely good
the guilty gear soundtracks and im so serious im not fucking joking. different kinds of rock and metal and all sorts of influences put in, a genuine labor of love. xrd and earlier games are mainly instrumental with some vocal tracks (try give me a break or big blast sonic), while strive pretty much always includes vocals (of course i need to rec rock parade, but also try requiem. its genuinely hard for me to pick and choose lmao)
not an album and not an artist
coke studio pakistan and coke studio bangla knocking it out of the fucking park, im particularly a fan of harkalay and kotha koiyo na. you could try the other coke studios too (tamil, india, etc)
triple j like a version is when the radio station triple j brings in artists and has them do a cover of a song (artists choice). i liked denzel curry's cover of bulls on parade and flume's shooting stars (video for this one is incredible, man had a vision you just have to stick it out), but you get a lot of interesting interpretations like the wombats' running up that hill, gordi's in the end or, infamously. the wiggles' elephant
ive DEFINITELY missed out some, but thats what my music tag is for LMAO i hope someone discovers something they like here!!!!
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art--harridan · 24 days ago
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[Image description: A digital drawing of Angie from the film R.H.I.N.O.; Really Here In Name Only. She is on the left of the piece, wearing her first shown outfit of a jumper and shirt, a woolen coat, and a checkered scarf. Her hands are in her pockets, and her expression is blank, but leans a tad dour. She stares off to the left. Next to her right shoulder, there's the phrase "really here in name only" which descends with each word. In a panel which molds it borders around the words, there's a drawing of a fire escape. Though their upper half is obscured and unidentifiable, Angie can be seen descending the spiral staircase with Charley in her arms, as denoted by the small blue jacket there. There's a green expanse behind it. The background of the piece is purple and the lineart is a dark green. The colours have a purple-tone to them, and are fairly dim and desaturated.]
Inktober - Day 21 (Rhinoceros)
Film - R.H.I.N.O.; Really Here In Name Only (Jane Howell, 1983)
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mikkeneko · 10 months ago
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Consider: Cang Qiong High School Host Club.
.....Huh.
Hmmmm.
#the funny thing is this would almost have to star shen jiu as haruhi?#if we're looking at the one poor kid among all the rich trust fund babies#either that or SY and SJ have to be the twins‚ which does do weird things to the different roles & relationships#like. if SJ does not come from a street kid background then why is he Like That#hmm maybe there was a Parent Trap situation where the twins got split up between the parents#and SY went with a parent who was fairly decent and SJ went with a parent who was ... not#and they were reunited in high school?#they wouldn't be able to pull off the Hitachiin interchangeable double act#but they might get some mileage out of a good twin-bad twin act instead#okay let's try SY and SJ as the twins and Luo Binghe as Haruhi#Yue Qingyuan as the well-meaning but kind of a himbo club leader#Liu Qingge as Mori perhaps? he doesn't fit great as Kyouya -- not manipulative enough#But then again Shang Qinghua and Mobei-jun would best fit Hani and Mori's weird codependency thing#so that does leave the role of the SIC for Liu Qingge#I don't think the roles all line up exactly -- we may have to combine or split out some#I feel like the demon characters have got to be in some kind of a rival club#but it's been a while since I've seen OHSHC so I can't recall most of the plotlines#either way Luo Binghe accidentally breaks something#and gets co-opted into the host club to work off his debt#this solution was proposed by SY and Luo Binghe went '....okay!'#then unfortunately. he met shen jiu#ouran high school host club crossover#scum villian self saving system
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charmac · 10 months ago
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High School Reunion dance but it's to the Peacemaker opening credits
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5eyed · 11 months ago
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realized i never posted her.. this is soona xeres's best friend :)
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kavehater · 5 months ago
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“In general I find the idea of being with a man disgusting but I don’t find it disgusting with him”
- spoken by a lesbian
#then I call myself straight yet I find it disgusting in every way LOOLLLL MAYBE IM NOT STRAIGHT AT ALL 😭#except maybe that one hs guy but like#I think I’d be disgusted if I learned more about him#dora daily#though I’m#not gay because I literally have no comment about women they’re just there yk IDK HOE TO EXPLAIN IT#though the reason I’m disgusted is cause there is not a single normal dude I’ve met ever 😭 they’re all grotesque PLS GOD I JUST EANT TO MEET#A NORMAL DUDE NOT FOR ANY REASON APART FROM HAVING HOPE THEY EXIST#I want to prove myself right that they exist LOL#like I have my dad and brother (they’re not the best examples of good dudes) then my little brother (but he’s too young for me to form an#opinion)#Then my cousins … no comment uhm#yeah lowkey weirdos for liking a girl who was in primary school while they were in middle or high school#then there’s the randoms irl who no matter how well things seem to go they always say something weird that makes you go of course he said#that he’s a man 😭#had to take a step back when mashaAllah boy said he sympathises with the dude who killed women because he was a loser who couldn’t get a gf#BRUH#it’s through this that I realise to some extent how bad relationships have a grip on people and just how much I clearly don’t understand#about others. IF I GET HARASSED INTO MARRIAGE PLS I JUST WANT AN AROACE DUDE LIKE LISTEN IF ALHAITHAM WAS IRL I WOULD BE THRIVING CAUSE HES#VERY AROACE IN MY HEART#I just want to co exist with someone like in an ultimate bestie kind of way is that too much to ask 😓
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sesamestreep · 9 months ago
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a little friend-iversary gift 💕
for the amazing, magical @firstelevens: a fic set in her critically acclaimed and universally beloved teachers AU. Thanks for all the good advice and hand holding and 8 hour video calls this past year, and for always generously welcoming me to play around in the sandboxes you build!
The idea starts innocently enough. Well, okay, maybe “innocently” is a bit of a stretch. Sam’s an English teacher; he should know better than to try and make words mean something they don’t. Perhaps the best way to explain it is that he didn’t come up with the idea himself. Everything that comes after is definitely his fault, but the inception of the idea? That can definitely be blamed on his students.
It’s during the period where he’s got study hall that the fateful conversation happens. He normally doesn’t pay attention to what the students chat about as long as they don’t get too loud or rambunctious. He usually has his own work that he needs to get done, and it’s better to just leave them to their own devices rather than micromanage their behavior. But on this particular day, Aida comes in late with a pass from the guidance office and barely responds to Sam’s greeting before she’s sliding into a desk next to her friends and urgently whispering about something to them. That captures his attention pretty effectively. And it’s not his fault that they’re sitting close to his desk, close enough to overhear with minimal effort.
If it had been about other students or personal matters, Sam would have probably checked out immediately and gone back to his work. He makes it his policy not to get overly invested in student gossip, unless someone’s in danger or the student involved comes to him personally to talk about it. This isn’t that. This, it turns out, is faculty gossip.
“Heartbreaking news,” Aida declares somewhat dramatically. 
“Oh, God,” Courtney says, “did something happen with your scholarship application?!”
“What? No. I mean, Mr. Murdock helped me finish it, so it’s, like, all set now, yay! But that’s not the news!”
“What happened?”
“Mr. Murdock BROKE MY HEART!”
Sam’s eyebrows raise at that. Matt’s been working at this school for a few years now and he’s always seemed totally solid in Sam’s opinion. Sam has never once seen him be weird or inappropriate with any student, to the point that Foggy often teases him for being too guarded with them. Most of the students adore him anyway, though, so this conversation is more than a little surprising.
“Oh, here we go,” Courtney says, and Sam doesn’t have to look over to see an eye roll when he can hear one in her tone so clearly. “Aida, you’ve gotta stop listening to every rumor about the teachers here! They’re not all secretly dating or like mysteriously independently wealthy.”
“Yeah, but that thing about Coach Barton LARP-ing in his spare time turned out to be true, though!”
“Okay, good point.”
“Besides, I’m like convinced that Mr. Murdock and Mr. Nelson are dating.”
“Mr. Nelson wears a ring, dingus,” Bridgit chimes in. 
“And Mr. Murdock doesn’t,” Courtney adds. “Case closed.”
“Listen, I won’t go through all my evidence again,” Aida replies. “Because…I’ve finally seen the light.”
“Wait, what?!”
“Are you feeling alright?!”
“Yes,” Aida says, bravely. “I just came from Mr. Murdock’s office and we were talking about my scholarship applications and that got us talking about how I volunteer at the senior center and I was saying that I was going to help at their Valentine’s Day event this week and then I asked if he was doing anything special for the holiday and…”
“Aida!” Bridgit shrieks “You did not!”
“It’s not that weird to ask!” She pauses for a second, clearly thinking it over. “I mean, is it?”
“It’s so weird. What’s wrong with you?” Courtney says.
“Well, he was more normal about it than either of you. He just said he didn’t have anything special planned, that he’d probably have a chill night in.”
There’s a significant pause, before Bridgit asks, “Sorry, how does this qualify as heartbreaking news exactly?”
“Um, maybe because Kris had a meeting with Mr. Nelson yesterday where he said he was going to cook this big, fancy meal for his partner and said that it was going to take days to prepare?? And Mr. Murdock isn’t doing anything, so they’re obviously not together.”
“We literally already knew that.”
“I didn’t!”
“That’s because you’re delusional,” Courtney says, not quite gently. “And you have a weird parasocial relationship with our guidance counselors.”
“That’s not true! I just thought, based on how they are when they're together at school, they must have something going on outside of it!”
“Despite the fact that one of them wears a wedding ring and references a partner all the time, and one of them doesn’t and refuses to confirm or deny the existence of a significant other at all.”
“Despite the fact that Kamala and Miles totally saw him with a beautiful, blonde woman at a Nationals game that one time.”
“He can have beautiful female friends, you know,” Aida protests. “I stand by that. I was just maybe wrong about him and Mr. Nelson.”
“Listen, everyone knows those two are, like, work married. They’re just not married married for real. There’s no way.”
“Yeah, Mr. Murdock is for sure straight, too.”
“You don’t know that,” Aida replies, defensively. “I mean, not that I’m speculating, but you can’t know. Not for sure. He’d never talk about that.”
“No, of course not, but like…he is. Just look at him!”
“That’s offensive,” Aida sniffs. “You can’t tell anyone’s sexuality by looking at them!”
“Sometimes you can.”
“Yeah, some people are just so straight, you know?”
“Ugh, whatever,” Aida says, sliding down further into her chair. “No one understands the depth of my despair.”
“Penny told me that she doesn’t even think Mr. Murdock’s met Mr. Nelson’s partner.”
“That’s crazy! Even if they’re not dating, they’re like besties, right?”
“Maybe it’s just at work,” Courtney says. “Maybe they’re indifferent to each other in real life.”
“I guess I just always imagined like, even if they were dating other people, they still like hung out together outside of school, you know?”
Bridgit snorts. “If I was dating a guy and he was that close to his co-worker, I don’t think I’d want them hanging out outside of school, to be honest.”
Aida gasps. “God, you’re so right. Their partners must be so jealous!”
Next to her, Courtney sighs in frustration. “I feel like you almost learned a lesson about not getting too obsessed with other people’s personal lives there and then you went right back to making shit up again.”
“What? I was just saying, hypothetically, if they are dating other people, it must be weird!”
“Yeah, okay. I need help with my Calc homework, if you’re done being creepy about the faculty here.”
The conversation obviously loses Sam’s interest there, but he spends the rest of the day thinking about it, formulating a plan that he can only call, well, evil.
*
“I have a really, really stupid idea,” he says to Bucky later, while he’s grading papers on the couch and Bucky is frowning at the saucepan he’s got on the stove. “And I need you to talk me out of it.”
Bucky looks up at that to frown at Sam instead. Luckily, frowning at things is kind of Bucky’s love language, so Sam isn’t worried.
“When have I ever successfully talked you out of anything, Sam?” he asks, amusement peaking through in his tone and the way he tilts his head. “I don’t think I’m the man for the job.”
Sam sighs and tells him the whole study hall gossip saga anyway, which just ends with Bucky looking even more confused and concerned.
“God,” he says, rubbing his forehead, “you don’t think they talk about us like that, do you?”
“Oh, I’m sure they say worse about us,” Sam replies, feeling both pity for Bucky’s poor nerves and amusement at his innocence. “I’m sure they say worse about Matt and Foggy, honestly. This was probably on the tame end.”
Bucky considers this for a moment. “You know, I’ve heard students talking about Matt having a girlfriend before, or a wife or whatever, and how she must hate how close he is with Foggy. I didn’t know this was a thing, though. I just thought it was two students being crazy, you know?”
“Oh, no. There’s lore. And it’s been getting more intense since Foggy came back from break with a wedding ring. The kids have been going bonkers over it. They’re convinced there’s some mystery afoot.”
Bucky shakes his head. “We might need to give them more homework, if they have the time to come up with this stuff.”
Sam stifles a laugh at that. “Or at least a unit on creative writing so they can get this kind of thing out of their systems.”
“These are all good ideas, though,” Bucky says, with a small smile. “So I don’t understand what your bad one is. You want me to talk you out of giving these kids detention? Or telling Foggy what you overheard?”
“God, no! Nothing that sensible. I told you it was a stupid idea, Buck. Remember?”
“It’s apparently so stupid that I can’t even conceive of it, based on what I know now.”
“I want to fan the flames a little,” Sam admits, only slightly embarrassed to own up to such a thing in front of his boyfriend.
“Fan the flames…how exactly?”
“Listen,” Sam sighs, as he pushes himself up to a seated position, “I know I’m supposed to be a grown up about this stuff, but Foggy gave me so much shit when you and I were…”
“Dancing around each other for the better part of a year?” Bucky suggests, with a smile.
“I was going to say ‘figuring our stuff out’, but sure, that works too,” Sam says. “I just want to give him a little grief back.”
“You still haven’t told me your plan, you know,” Bucky says, knowingly. 
“I—” Sam starts to say and then pauses. “I just want to remind you, before I explain this, that you love me and you think I’m a cool, mature person most of the time.”
“Well, half of that’s true.”
Sam narrows his eyes at him. “It better be the first half!”
Bucky smiles. “It is. Proceed.”
Once Sam is done explaining the plan, he fully expects to see Bucky standing there, hands on his hips, frowning in a classic disappointed dad pose. Sam also expects that will be all it takes to talk him out of this, that another adult’s disapproval is all he needs to act like an adult himself. What he’s not expecting is for Bucky to open and close his mouth a few times and clearly struggle with what to say first. Sam’s at the point of formulating an apology and maybe, you know, fleeing the country in embarrassment, when Bucky finally speaks up.
“I don’t know how to say this right, Sam, like in a way that conveys the depths of my love and admiration for you, but I guess…do you want my credit card?”
Sam beams, and does not tell Bucky to return anything he’s bought for him in preparation for Valentine’s Day because this is all he’ll ever need, but he does think it. He thinks it very much.
*
Sam wishes he could say that his own childish antics didn’t fully distract him when Valentine’s Day comes around, but he’d definitely be lying. He’s giddy to the point of antsy to hear what happens, as a matter of fact, and, luckily for him, he has study hall on the day in question. He trusts the students who started this all will be able to give him some updates, at the very least.
Aida doesn’t disappoint. She sprints into Sam’s classroom just as the bell is ringing, towing Bridgit behind her, and basically Tokyo drifts into her seat next to Courtney.
“Oh my GOD,” she whisper-shouts while trying to catch her breath. “You will not believe what Bridgit and I just heard!”
“What is it?” Courtney asks, not sounding that intrigued despite the theatrics.
“Mr. Nelson’s spouse sent him this huge bouquet of roses—”
“Like freaking enormous,” Bridgit interjects.
“Yeah, like, whatever you’re thinking of for a massive bouquet of roses, think bigger,” Aida says. “Anyway, he got this ridiculous floral arrangement delivered to the school and it took up, like, his whole desk and everyone in the office is giving him such a hard time about it, because it’s just so much, and now he’s giving away roses to everyone!”
“Ew, he gave you a rose?” Courtney asks, horrified.
“No, not students,” Aida replies, affronted. “He’s giving them to the staff and stuff. Although I heard there’s a small arrangement of them at the front desk and they were letting students take from there, if they wanted. But I only know about it because Nurse Palmer had like four of them in a little cup in her office when I went to see her.”
“Oh my god, why were you at the nurse?!”
“She got smacked in the head with a volleyball in gym,” Bridgit supplies. “Again.”
“My peripheral vision sucks, okay? I don’t want to talk about it!”
“Fine. Why is Mr. Nelson giving away the flowers? Won’t his partner be mad?”
“Nurse Palmer told me that he can’t bring the flowers home because he said his cat would just attack them and make a mess.”
“Aren’t roses toxic to cats?”
“No, that’s lilies,” Bridgit says, wisely. 
“Still,” Courtney says, scandalized, “I feel like his partner would know that! Why would they send him flowers he can’t bring home?”
“I don’t know,” Aida replies, smugly. “Maybe they just wanted to remind a certain co-worker of his that he’s taken…”
“Oh my god! Not this again!”
“Well! It’s like you said, his partner would know that their cat would destroy the flowers! So, clearly, the flowers were never meant to make it home! It was obviously all for show!”
“Sending your partner flowers to their place of work always is,” Courtney says, darkly. 
“So petty,” Bridgit agrees.
“I like flowers,” Aida objects, pulling a notebook out of her backpack hesitantly.
“There’s nothing wrong with flowers! It’s the method of delivery that I find tacky.”
“Yeah, that’s true, I guess.”
“How did Mr. Murdock take it?”
“I don’t know,” Aida says. “I haven’t been to the office today.”
“I think my lab partner Gabe has a meeting with him this afternoon,” Bridgit adds. “I should tell him to snoop.”
“Oh my god,” Aida coos, delightedly.
“You’re both maniacs,” Courtney says.
“Oh, yeah, like you’re not a little curious! Be for real!”
“I’m not! I don’t care about this at all!”
“Okay, so if Gabe finds out anything, I shouldn’t tell you?”
There’s a meaningful pause while Sam is turned away, pretending to look through his file cabinet. “I mean, obviously you should tell me,” Courtney grumbles. “But only because I like to be included.”
“Right, of course,” Aida says.
Sam finishes with the pretend business he had with the filing cabinet and turns back towards his desk. “Hey, Courtney,” he says, feigning casualness. “You got that big game against Horizons this week, right?”
“Yeah, it’s Friday, Mr. Wilson,” she replies.
“How’s the team feeling?”
“Okay,” she says. “I think we’re ready but, you know, they’re having a good season, so…could go either way.”
“I hear ya,” he says, settling back down at his desk. “Well, good luck!”
“Thanks!”
“Mr. Wilson, have you been by the main office today?” Aida asks, sweetly, and if he hadn’t been anticipating it, he might have missed the wide-eyed look Bridgit shoots her immediately afterwards, but he doesn’t. He does catch it, though, and enjoys it immensely.
“Not since first thing this morning when I came in,” Sam replies, innocently. “Why?”
“I heard they’re giving out roses.”
Sam schools his features into a mildly perplexed look. “Roses? Why?”
“I don’t know,” Aida says. “One of the teachers or someone got a bouquet delivered for Valentine’s Day or something?”
“Huh,” Sam replies, channeling his inner Angela Bassett and turning in what he hopes is an Oscar-worthy performance. “You know, maybe it’s just me, but I’ve always thought sending someone flowers at their place of work for Valentine’s Day is a little…much.”
“Totally,” Bridgit agrees.
“I was just saying,” Courtney adds, pleased.
“Are you doing anything special for the holiday, Mr. Wilson?” Aida asks, matching Sam’s faux-innocence with some of her own.
“Besides spending my day with the best students in the world, you mean?” he asks, all charm.
“Yeah,” Aida says, with a discreet eye roll in her friends’ direction. “I meant besides that.”
“Nothing much, really. I’ll probably go get a rose from the main office, though, since you gave me the tip on that and since no one bothered to send me any flowers at work.”
The girls all exchange an unimpressed look at that, which mostly tells him that they save gossiping about his personal life for when they are, mercifully, not in his classroom. All things considered, he appreciates the restraint.
*
Sam is still cleaning what remains of his last class’s lesson off the whiteboard (because several students lingered behind to ask him questions about their assignments that he definitely answered in the handout for it that he gave them already) when he hears a knock on the doorframe of his classroom. He turns to find Foggy leaning there with a single red rose in his hand.
“Hey there, Romeo,” Sam calls. “How can I help you?”
“Sam Wilson,” Foggy says, too earnestly, as he approaches, “will you accept this rose?”
“Oh, thank God,” Sam replies, as he reaches out to take it. “I was dreading having to debrief with Chris Harrison after this, if you didn’t pick me.”
“How could I not? After all, I believe I have you to thank for making today one of the weirdest days of my life.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Sam says, twirling the stem between his fingers.
“Really? You mean to tell me you’re not responsible for sending me a frankly absurd amount of roses with a note that implied I’d always be your sugar plum?”
“The note was meant to say outright that you’d always be my sugar plum, Foggy. I hope the kid at the flower shop accurately captured my vision. I certainly paid enough for it!”
Foggy shakes his head, smiling. “I still don’t know what you were up to with this, Sam, but it must have cost you a fortune.”
“Well, I figured that your no-good husband would never shower you with lavish gifts at work and I thought you deserved something nice.”
“Listen, I know I’ve been upping my skincare game lately, but I don’t think I look good enough to pass for having been born yesterday,” Foggy says. “What’s your angle?”
“I still can’t believe you knew it was me.”
“It has the trademark Sam Wilson charm all over it.”
Sam smiles and leans against the edge of his desk. “I didn’t really embarrass you that bad, did I?”
“Only a little,” Foggy replies. “I assume I did something to deserve it.”
“Yeah, you made the mistake of befriending me in grad school and staying in contact ever since.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s a rookie move, for sure.”
“And you didn’t invite me to your wedding.”
“No one was invited to my wedding! We got married at City Hall!”
“A likely story.”
“If you’re really upset about that, you’re going to have to get in line,” Foggy says. “My mom is definitely more annoyed at me than you are.”
“It wasn’t that, don’t worry. The kids in my study hall were just gossiping again,” Sam adds, finally dropping the bit. “About how Matt’s girlfriend and your partner are probably jealous of your bromance.”
“God, these kids,” Foggy laughs, shaking his head. “Couldn't you assign them more homework or something?”
“Bucky and I are on it.”
“Thanks.”
“Some of it’s on you for just showing up for the new semester with a wedding ring and no explanation, you know.”
Foggy sighs. “I know, but it’s always weird finding the line with students. I don’t care what they know about my personal life, but I don’t want to find out I overshared when it’s too late and I’ve got some upset parent emailing me about how I’m setting a bad example for their kid by implying I date sometimes.”
“Well, your dating days are done, at least,” Sam says, sympathetically.
“Yes, but my gay marriage days are just beginning, which is a whole new can of worms.”
“True enough,” Sam replies. “Hey, if you learn anything about navigating this kind of thing, be sure to report back to the rest of us.”
“Why is that, Sam? You got gay marriage on your mind for some reason?”
Sam feels his face heat. “Shut up,” he says. “This whole situation today was supposed to give me a reprieve from you being smug about my love life for once.”
“There’s nothing on earth that could stop me being smug about that, sweetheart, but I applaud you for trying.”
“Applaud Bucky too,” Sam replies. “He footed the bill for this overture.”
“Did he?” Foggy asks, sounding reluctantly impressed. “Well, I hope you two weren’t saving up for anything important, because these flowers probably bankrupted him.”
“We’ll manage. Consider it a wedding present from us.”
Foggy nods, absently. “You know, speaking of Bucky…sorry, I actually don’t know the right way to say this…”
Sam feels himself tense. Even though he trusts Bucky completely and is happier with him than he can remember being with anyone else, the look on Foggy’s face is giving him pause. What if Foggy’s about to say he’s never actually liked Bucky? What if something happened to him and Sam somehow hadn’t heard? That seems pretty unlikely, but it’s not like Foggy to be cagey about anything.
“What is it?” Sam asks, pretending as hard as he can to be normal.
“It’s just—and maybe this isn’t my place to say, but—I just think, if Bucky’s not meeting your needs and you feel the need to act out like this, well, I have to say something—”
Sam sputters as he tries not to laugh and fails miserably. “Goddammit, Foggy!”
“I’m just saying, if you’re not feeling satisfied, I’d be happy to take him aside and give him a few pointers, you know, maybe point out a few erogenous zones he’s never heard of…”
“That won’t be necessary,” Sam replies, getting himself under control.
“I know it would be an awkward conversation,” Foggy says, hand to heart, “but you’re my friend and I’d do it for your sake.”
“Thanks, man. That’s really too kind of you. But why don’t you save that mojo for your husband?”
“Well, not to brag, but I’m doing well enough in that department that he doesn’t feel the need to send people prank bouquets just to start rumors about them.”
“I bet he wouldn’t even be able to find the time to think of it honestly.”
“Nope,” Foggy replies. “He’s far too sexually satisfied for such puerile pranks.”
Sam snorts. “I’m also perfectly satisfied, thank you!”
“If you say so.”
“I do,” Sam says, just as another knock sounds on his door. “Come in!”
“Hey, Sam,” Matt says, as he enters. “Sorry to interrupt.”
“No worries. Foggy was just insulting my boyfriend’s lovemaking skills.”
“Sounds about right,” Matt replies, coming to stand next to Foggy. “You ready to head out?”
“If you are,” Foggy says, and Matt inclines his head. “Thanks again for all the unnecessary drama, Sam.”
“You’re so welcome, Foggy. Happy Valentine’s Day to you and your mysterious, jealous partner and to Matt’s beautiful, blonde girlfriend.”
Matt’s eyebrows draw together in confusion. “My what?”
“Some woman a couple of students saw you with at a Nationals game, apparently,” Sam says. “I didn’t even know you liked baseball.”
“I can take it or leave it, honestly,” Matt says, “but Karen loves it, so we went to a game when she was in town.”
“Oh, okay,” Foggy says, comprehension dawning. “I heard that one too and I could not for the life of me figure out who they were talking about.”
“You were at that conference and your flight home got delayed,” Matt supplies. 
“Right. Lucky me.”
“You fared better than the Nationals did, at least,” Matt says.
“Though, that’s not a high bar to clear,” Sam adds.
Matt acknowledges that with a tilt of his head. “True enough,” he says. “That’s really where that rumor came from?”
“Apparently. Unless you’ve been cavorting around town with multiple beautiful, blonde women.”
“Not that I know of,” Matt says. “Though, you’re blond, right, Foggy?”
“Yes, and in the right light, I can be mistaken for a beautiful woman.”
“I can’t tell if that’s the sort of comment I should agree or disagree with to avoid insulting you.”
“And they say keeping the mystery alive in your marriage is difficult,” Foggy replies, with an arch look in Sam’s direction.
“Hey, is that why Matt refuses to wear his ring at school?” Sam asks. “Just to keep everyone guessing? Or is it something like how some couples will pretend not to know each other at parties and pick each other up as if they’re strangers?”
“Sure, let’s go with that and not the fact that Matt keeps conveniently forgetting to get his ring resized.”
Matt frowns. “I resent the implication that I’m deliberately avoiding it for no apparent reason.”
“Matt, it’s been like two months!”
“And I’m very easily distracted!”
Foggy sighs. “You see what I have to deal with?”
“This is why I sent you flowers,” Sam replies. “To remind you that you have options.”
“Thanks, Sam,” Matt says, darkly. “I’ll get the ring re-sized this weekend, I promise.”
“Well, actually, you might do better to wait,” Sam says. “Just think of how many idiot boyfriends are going to propose tonight without checking their girlfriend’s ring size beforehand. Jewelers are going to be busy for a few weeks from that alone.”
“That’s a good point,” Matt replies, thoughtfully.
“Why are you discouraging him?” Foggy asks, desperately. “Haven’t you interfered in my relationship enough for one day?”
“Foggy, you and Matt could get matching neon signs installed over your heads that say ‘happily married’ and the students would still think you’re seeing other people. A wedding ring on Matt’s finger is not going to do the trick.”
“Yeah, you’re right. In fact, it’s almost like I don’t care at all what the students say about my love life. I’d just like the man I love to wear the damn ring I bought him.”
“It’s actually because he wants other people to stop hitting on me at the grocery store when he’s like two feet away,” Matt says, leaning into Foggy’s side in an obvious bid for attention, which Foggy immediately indulges by putting his arm around Matt’s shoulders. 
Sam snorts and then feels bad about it. “Does that happen a lot?”
“Let’s just say I mostly go grocery shopping by myself these days,” Foggy says. “The masses cannot be trusted around Matt and his beautiful face.”
“You’re a brave man, Foggy Nelson.”
“For what? Going grocery shopping alone? Or being in love with Matt?”
“Both,” Sam replies.
“The dangers of marrying up,” Foggy says, and Matt elbows him immediately for it. “Someone ought to warn Bucky.”
“Hey now,” Sam warns, but he ruins the effect by laughing. “Bucky’s very handsome.”
“And you’re stunning! You’re a literal earth angel, Sam! They wrote that song about you!”
“Damn, if I’d known all it took to get these kinds of compliments from you was a floral arrangement, I’d have splurged years ago.”
“Sure, I go to one baseball game with a female friend and the rumor that I have a girlfriend persists for a year,” Matt says, grouchily, “but you guys talk like this all the time to each other and there’s no rumors about you two dating.”
“That’s true,” Sam concedes. “It is kind of weird, now that you mention it.”
“It’s because there’s no drama there,” Foggy says. “Sam and Bucky get rumors because there’s tension. They’re in the same department. You and me get rumors because there’s the potential for scandal. Me and Sam, our relationship is too pure to speculate about.”
“Too pure? Did I not just walk in on you offering to give his boyfriend sex tips a few minutes ago?”
“Yes, you did,” Foggy says, unapologetic. “And I stand by that offer, by the way. It could help!”
“No, thank you,” Sam replies, firmly. “As I said, save that energy for Matt.”
“Yeah, save that energy for me,” Matt says, giving Foggy a significant look. “And don’t think I missed that ‘marrying up’ comment a while back. I heard it and we’re going to discuss it in the car.”
Foggy sighs. “This is what I get for marrying a guidance counselor.”
Sam smiles at him. “Good thing you love him, huh?”
“A very good thing,” Foggy says. “Otherwise these persistent rumors about how he’s got a beautiful model girlfriend at home because he’s so straight would really get me down.”
“A beautiful model girlfriend who’s insanely threatened by his relationship to you, though.”
“Good point.”
“Well, I hope you and Bucky didn’t spend all your money on flowers for my husband,” Matt says. “That would make your own Valentine’s Day plans pretty bleak.”
Sam laughs. “We’re not literally bankrupt, don’t worry.”
“Just morally, then,” Foggy replies.
“Yeah. And my only regret is that you couldn’t even take the flowers home. Seems a waste. Ziggy would really go after them?”
“Oh, Ziggy would take any flowers or plants in the apartment as an act of warfare,” Foggy says.
“We tried to bring home a fern once,” Matt adds, looking haunted. “Didn’t survive the night.”
“He still hasn’t forgiven me for bringing Matt home,” Foggy says, shaking his head.
“My bad,” Sam says, considering the rose in his hand and thinking how Alpine would feel about it. After a moment of consideration, he realizes he’s getting a little ahead of himself and banishes the thought to the back of his mind.
“Honestly, it might have been more fun distributing them to everyone here than it would have been to just keep them at our house,” Foggy says, with a shrug. “Really got me in the spirit.”
“You’re welcome, then.”
“I still don’t know if I’d go so far as to thank you for it.”
“I wasn’t talking to you,” Sam replies. “I was talking to Matt.”
“I’m welcome?” Matt asks, perplexed. “For what, exactly?”
“Getting your husband in the Valentine’s Day spirit,” Sam says, with a wink.
“Sam just winked at you,” Foggy adds, for Matt’s benefit.
“Makes sense.”
“I believe he’s trying to imply that any sex we’ll be having tonight is his doing.”
“I’m following, Foggy. Thank you.”
“Little does he know—”
“We really should be going,” Matt says, grabbing Foggy by the arm. “Have a good night, Sam.”
“And remember: my offer to give Bucky some pointers is always open,” Foggy calls over his shoulder as Matt drags him bodily from the room. 
“Yeah, yeah,” Sam says, waving them both off.
Once they’re gone, he focuses his attention back on cleaning up his classroom and getting his things together, which takes only a few more minutes. When that’s done, he shuts off the lights and closes the door behind him before making his way down the hallway to Bucky’s classroom.
Pausing in the doorway, he sees Bucky glaring at something on his laptop screen, which probably means he got a parent email right as he was trying to wrap up for the day and it fully derailed his routine. Sam knocks on the doorframe twice with no response before letting himself in. Once he’s standing next to Bucky’s desk, still without being noticed, he pokes him in the shoulder to get his attention.
Bucky does a comical double take, as if he can’t believe Sam is actually there, and then very clearly takes in the time on the clock on the wall and realizes how long he’s been distracted. Then, he notices the rose in Sam’s hand.
“Don’t tell me I have a rival for your affections,” he jokes, even as the scowl doesn’t fully disappear from his face.
“Of course not,” Sam smiles. “This is for you.”
“Really?”
“Yep. The last remains of our little Valentine’s Day gift to Foggy.”
“Oh,” Bucky replies, taking the rose gingerly from Sam’s outstretched hand. “Thanks.”
“Thank you,” Sam says, grandly, trying to put his dumb feelings into nice words. “There’s, uh, nobody I’d rather do stupid, immature shit with than you.”
Bucky puts a hand to his chest. “Honestly, Sam, if you make me cry at work…”
“That will be on you for still being at work at this hour.”
“You’re still here too!”
“Waiting for you,” Sam fires back. “And on Valentine’s Day, no less!”
Bucky sighs, but closes his laptop anyway. “Alright, you win. This will keep. Let’s go home.”
“At last he sees sense!”
Bucky stands up and starts packing his things into his bag. “Did Foggy enjoy the flowers, at least?”
“Apparently, he got a lot of shit from the faculty for being the recipient of such an obvious and desperate romantic gesture. And our efforts were aided by Ziggy, who apparently doesn’t tolerate any plants in the house, which means Foggy had to give away the flowers and it only added to the supposed drama according to the students.”
“What a tangled web,” Bucky replies, shaking his head as he throws on his jacket.
“He said to thank you for the mild humiliation and the bankruptcy you risked to achieve it,” Sam says, and leaves out the other stuff Foggy said about Bucky for now. That’s more of an ‘at home’ conversation.
“Oh, I’m always happy to torment people with you, Sam. It was truly my pleasure!”
“Well, the feeling is mutual.”
Bucky pauses as he’s hoisting his backpack onto his shoulder, looking serious again. “I mean it, you know. What you said before, about how there’s no one you’d rather do stupid stuff with…?”
“Yeah? What about it?”
“There’s no one I’d rather do anything with than you,” Bucky says, earnestly. “I hope you know that.”
Sam smiles, even though the feeling swirling in his chest right now is not precisely happy or amused, but rather everything mixed together. Happy and amused and overwhelmed and confused and delighted and scared and…well, everything.
“Now who’s trying to make someone cry at work?” he asks, rather than admit to any of that. Yet another ‘at home’ conversation.
“You’re right,” Bucky acquiesces, with a small smile. “Let’s get out of here, so we can cry as much as we want.”
“Romantic,” Sam quips, barely holding back his own smile or the still very possible tears. “Home, then?”
“Yeah,” Bucky says, looking right at him. “Home.”
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akascow · 29 days ago
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3rd college student portal ive had to use and unsurprisingly it is just as frustrating and terrible and non user-friendly as the other 2
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fieldsofbone · 11 months ago
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one of my advisors emotionally eviscerated me in my dissertation meeting this morning and made me cry in front of him and my school dad (my other advisor). i know that some people have the “you doubted me and i’m going to prove you wrong so you can eat your words” instinct when they receive criticism but instead i was cursed with the the “internalize it until i feel worthless and the last five years of my life in which i’ve been studying toward this goal i deserve but have had many undeserved obstacles to feel pointless” reflex
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finn-shitposts · 1 year ago
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I finally bit the bullet and quit my joooob !!! Now im gonna actually have time to rest and catch up on owed art and just fucjin sleep for 3 weeks
(And then scramble to find a job but thars for future me to worry abour)
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serendipitous-mage · 3 months ago
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......... who's gonna tell him ... .. ill do it @markiplier
#IM KIDDING ALKJNFGADFBG IM SORRY MARK BUT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO NAMED THIS PLAYLISTTTTTT#actually you know what on the slim to none chance i submit this at Just the right time and it gets a bunch of notes#and he somehow does actually see this post#(hi sappy/backstory tm incoming feel free to continue scrolling lmao>>)#mark you helped my mom so much#she was sick for 5 years and in that time as she got weaker and more tired what she had an abundance of was Time#and as someone who since losing her has now also become extremely depressed i underrstand Even More how horrible that kind of Time can be#to have and go through and be frustrated and devastated and bored out of your mind#but some of my friends started me in watching your videos#and she was my best friend#i shared everything with her#so of course i shared your videos too#and we would watch a lot of them together but you also have so many on your channel from so far back in addition to the new ones#that she had plenty to go back through and watch on her own while i was at school#we always felt like your humor and mentality fit right in with the rest of the household like you were a longtime friend#or neighbor from just down the road who we spoke with regularly or smth idk it was just so easy for your videos to be engaging and upliftin#she could have a playlist on to fall asleep to and be distracted from everything coming up...and that means more#than i could ever begin to thank you for#i think fnaf had been one of the things id been introduced to you through..and then tiny box tim we loved tiny box tim#back when you were first getting into making shorts and improving equipment/editing quality i always thought it would be so cool#if we somehow ran into one another on the street somewhere and i could offer to help#because i was watching those videos too! i want to make them as cool as possible and im going to school for it i know tips and tricks#and by now im sure youve probably surpassed what i know haha the INSANELY awesome and frankly gorgeous cinematography and impressive#but anyway... i know she had those videos to fill the Time when i was at school#and sometimes when i wasnt but when i was too exhausted#and i know you made her laugh and smile through it all#and that means everythingto me#ok well thhat got sappy fast sorry everyone christ#ive thought so many times over the years about trying to write something in the comments on a video or send an email or something and like#i feel bad same time cos i know soooo many people have similar stories or treat youtubers/celebrities like theyre actual saviors and angels
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strxwberrychocolate · 2 years ago
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if there is any high&low character I relate to from The Worst series it's got to be Mercy, Tsukasa and Ryo.
Mercy, as said from the additional info in his profile and in the movie, is extremely smart. Mercy could have gone to any school he wanted because of how smart he was. I assume he applied to a bunch and even got in but, Rao, his best friend, was going to Suzuran and that's where he went.
Tsukasa, who basically dropped down to rock bottom when his best friend, Fujio, wasn't there with him anymore and basically couldn't do all the things he used to. Then when Fujio was back/when Fujio literally punched some sense into him, Tsukasa felt better again
Ryo, who was willing to do anything for his friend even if Kōhei would never do a thing for him. Even if Kōhei would probably sell him for a discount price, Ryo would do everything for him
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xhanisai · 2 years ago
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I honestly don't see why adrinette can't just find a private closet in school and kiss and make out there instead where no one can stop them-
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brachylagus-fandom · 2 years ago
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I am rotating the concept of supervisors in my mind like a spherical cow
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