#but I took this as an opportunity to ramble a teeny tiny bit anyway so thank you heeheehee

[shimmershy]

You could just talk or ramble about how you imagine drawing you're oc and give update for us and you, could be fun.

True, I could do that! I'm a little hesitant to talk about my OCs because most of my ideas are very much in the "just vibes and vague concepts" stage, and I want to figure them out a little more before I share them anywhere. But I do like talking about these two:

This is Mellody and Blu! A doodle from almost exactly two years ago but that's alright. They're the characters I've had the longest, and the ones I've put the most thought into over the years, so they're really important to me. I haven't actually done much to start writing their story yet but..... I will someday. Soon I hope. Basically Blu can erase memories from other people, but it has Consequences, and he's very bad at setting boundaries so it ends up taking a toll on his mental health over time. Mellody doesn't have any special abilities, but she DOES have trust issues and Trauma and a whole lot of personality. They're enemies at first, not due to any negative feelings on Blu's part, but only because Mellody decides she hates him when they first meet and she proceeds to go out of her way to mess with him. But they have a lot of shared angst and issues that leads to them becoming good friends eventually. But yeah I love these guys so much. They're my faves they're my Guys they're the OGs. I have so many random facts about them and their world/story floating around in my head and one day they'll get a comic or something. :]

I guess I've never really posted about any of my OCs on Tumblr? Mayyybe I'll do it more in the future, we'll see.

[raw-lesbian-energy]

Butterflies

[Image description: Anonymous said

Actual prompt- maybe Anne poked marcys side to get her attention and noticed that it tickled her and they have a tickle fight?]

Okay so I maaaaaaay have gone a teeny tiny bit completely overboard with how gay this fic got, but I mean, it still fit the prompt? I hope? Anyways I am super proud of this so please enjoy!!

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Summary: Marcy brings Anne out to study the fauna of Wartwood with her, but a small mistake turns the whole plan sideways in a rather silly way.

Fandom: Amphibia

Pairing: Marcanne (Mainly Anne pining but it’s cute shut up)

Features: None

Word Count: 1,080

Warnings: This is a tickle fic! If that’s not your thing, just keep scrolling.

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“Hey Anne, check out this one!”

“Huh?”

Anne looked over as Marcy pointed out another colourful bug, watching it with shining eyes and sketching it in her notebook.

“Isn’t it fascinating?” Marcy chirped excitedly. “Most of the fauna here is insect-based, and yet there are so many varying species and sizes! Truly an evolutionary mystery.” Anne hardly noticed the creature or what Marcy had said, her eyes focusing on something else instead.

Marcy always looked so cute when she was studying. Her eyes sparkling with interest, the way her face scrunched when she was drawing something, and how that adorable excited smile never left her face. To Anne, that was all she needed to study out here.

“Come on, Anne!” Marcy’s voice snapped the teen out of her daydream, making her notice that Marcy was starting to walk away. She quickly got up to follow, making sure to keep her eyes on the path ahead since Marcy tended not to.

“Purple is usually such a rare colour to find in fauna, but there’s an abundance of it here in Amphibia.” The raven-haired teen rambled. “I wonder if it’s a difference in their biological makeup that-”

“Marcy! Cliff!”

Anne managed to grab Marcy’s hood just before she took another step, keeping her from walking straight off the edge of a steep, rocky cliff.

“Whoops!” She said, taking a step back and away from the edge. “Guess I still need to watch my step, eh Anna-Banana?” She smiled brightly and turned a different direction, leaving Anne stunned for a moment. She could feel fluttering in her stomach, but she knew she hadn’t eaten anything to cause it. No, these were a different kind of-

“Butterflies!”

The conveniently-timed call from Marcy brought Anne back into focus, turning and heading in the direction of her friend’s voice. Pushing through the undergrowth, she soon found a beautiful sunlit clearing, complete with elegant white flowers and butterflies in every colour of the rainbow. In the middle of them stood Marcy, who seemed to be enjoying the company of one particularly friendly light blue butterfly.

“Hey there, little one.” She spoke softly, watching the butterfly land on her pencil. Anne felt her cheeks flush at the sight, having to take a moment to compose herself before walking over.

“Making friends without me, Mar-Mar?” She joked, folding her arms. Marcy looked up at her with a confused expression, staring blankly until it clicked.

“Oh! You mean the butterfly?” She said at last, pointing at the small creature. “I don’t believe they have the same cognitive understanding of friendship, so perhaps something about me seems beneficial to its’ survival.” Anne raised an eyebrow at Marcy’s response, unable to stifle the chuckle that made its way past her lips.

“I was trying to make a joke.” She told her, poking her side in a playful manner. Marcy squeaked at the poke, jumping slightly and causing the butterfly to fly off. The reaction piqued Anne’s interest, noticing Marcy’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink and picking up on what had happened.

“Hey Marbles,” Anne spoke in a slightly teasing tone, “you wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would you?”

The word alone made Marcy’s face go red. She quickly tried to step back, only to stumble over something hidden in the grass and fall backwards. Anne seized the opportunity and pounced, straddling Marcy’s hips to keep her in place.

“Ahahanne!” Marcy was already giggling as she tried to wriggle out from underneath her friend, but her efforts were in vain. Anne was quick to dig her fingers into Marcy’s sides, earning a squeak and bubbly giggles that rang through the clearing.

“Anne, nohohoho!” She kicked her legs uselessly against the grass as she tried to curl in on herself, but Anne wasn’t letting up. Her fingers danced over Marcy’s sides, moving down to spider against her hips and earning high-pitched squeals. The sound made Anne’s stomach flutter again, amplified by all the actual butterflies that surrounded the two.

“Wow, you’re really ticklish, huh?” She mused, smiling as Marcy tried and failed to push her hands away. Her ears were even turning red at that point, contrasting against her silky black hair that was getting messier by the second. Anne’s heart skipped a beat at the sight, and wanting to hear even more laughter, she snuck her hands under Marcy’s arms.

“EEEHEHEHAHAHA!” Marcy’s shriek of laughter caused the butterflies to back up, the sound echoing through the forest as the teen could do nothing more than submit to her ticklish doom. Anne was grinning almost as much as Marcy was, wiggling her fingers in the sensitive spot and watching Marcy squeal in response. Soon enough, her laughter turned silent as her endurance reached its’ limit, and with that, Anne stopped her tickle attack to allow her friend to breathe.

“You good there, Mar-Mar?” She asked, small chuckles escaping her lips as Marcy caught her breath. The raven-haired teen nodded in response, her face still flushed as she looked up at Anne.

“Heheh, yeah.” She replied. “Got me good, Anna-Banana.” Anne felt her cheeks grow warm at the nickname, looking back at Marcy with a soft smile before she realized she was still sitting on top of her.

“HO-KAY!” She shouted, leaping to her feet as her whole face went red. “We, uh, we should probably get back before Hop Pop gets-huh?” She cut off mid-sentence as something light green caught her eye, and turning to look at it, she was met with one of the butterflies landing on her nose. It was a soft green colour, and it seemed to be looking at her curiously.

“Looks like you made a new friend too, Anne.” Marcy chuckled, getting to her feet. “And lucky, too; the green ones are always hard to spot as they blend in so well with the vegetation.” Anne didn’t say anything in response, staying still as the butterfly studied her for a second longer before it took off and flew away.

“…Huh.” She said at last, watching it go before she turned back to Marcy. “Well, are you ready to head back?” Marcy nodded, giving Anne a soft smile before she suddenly took her hand and started to lead her out of the clearing. The action brought a blush back to Anne’s face, but if Marcy had noticed, she didn’t say anything. She instead chose to talk about the valley’s plant life, rambling all the way back to Wartwood.

[lightsupinthenorth]

Harringrove teachers AU part 3

Part 1 - Part 2 

Thank you to everyone who read, liked and/or reblogged the previous parts. Also, the people who said something nice in the tags or in reactions own my heart. Just thought you should know ;) <3 

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If anyone wants to be added to or taken off the tag list for the future posts of this AU, let me know ;)

I hope the tags are working because I recently had some trouble with them (ah, Tumblr is a mess). 

I was planning on keeping the chapters short but every part has been longer than the last so far ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (then again, it’s still pretty short so I guess it’s fine ^^). 

I’ll stop rambling now.

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Billy didn’t know how he had ended up in this situation, this situation being Steve and he making out in the otherwise empty teachers’ lounge, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. He wanted to keep Steve’s soft lips on his forever. Sadly, he didn’t get his way: there was a loud bang, and suddenly Steve’s lips were gone. Steve was gone too, as well as the teachers’ lounge. Billy woke up at home, in his bed, hard as a rock in the basket-ball shorts he was wearing as pajamas.

Great, he got an erection just from dreaming he and Steve were kissing. What was he? A teenager? That was pathetic.

Billy was considering rubbing one out, despite the embarrassment, but there was another loud bang that made him remember why he had woken up in the first place.

What the fuck was happening this early on a Saturday?

Billy instantly worried Max had fallen or, worse, that someone had broken into the flat and would hurt her (highly improbable in such a small town, but Billy wasn’t alert enough to be logical). The concern killed his arousal in two seconds tops. He shot up from bed and exited his bedroom in a hurry.

He found Max in their open kitchen, mixing what appeared to be pancakes ingredients.

“What was that noise?” He asked, in lieu of a greeting.  

“I dropped the pan. Sorry.”

“There were two noises.”

“I dropped the mixing bowl too. Let me live! It’s your fault, you stored both these things on the highest shelf” Max complained.

“Hey, no need for a defense, I’m not accusing you. I was just worried, shitbird.”

“Oh… well, I’m okay.”

“And you’re making pancakes, so I’m certainly not going to complain.” Billy added.

“Who told you I was making some for you?”

Billy pouted, even though he knew Max was bluffing. He could see the amount of batter in the mixing bowl. She had quite an appetite, but there was no way she’d be able to eat all of that on her own.

“So mean, so early in the morning.”

“What can I say, I love messing with you.”  

Paradoxically, Billy was happy that she did. When they had first met, he’d been a perpetually angry teenager, and teeny tiny Max had done everything she could to stay out of his way. Once Susan had announced she was ill, though, Billy had tried his hardest to be the brother Max deserved. After Susan’s death, Billy had looked after Max and kept her safe from his father until he had turned legal. He had then fought to get Max away from Neil and had obtained full custody of her.  

It had been hard to balance getting his degree, working part-time jobs, and taking care of Max. Even more so with Neil trying to steer trouble every now and again. But they had made it out alright, in the hand, and Billy didn’t regret a second of it.

“Sit your ass down.” Max said as she turned the stove on.

“Oh no, no way. You ‘sit your ass down’. I’ll take it from here.”

Max was good at finding the best recipes and at mixing ingredients, but the cooking process was another thing entirely: she had nearly burned the kitchen down almost every time she had tried using the oven or the stove. Her cooking privileges had been revoked after the fifth time.

“Ugh, fine.”

Billy had two plates full on pancakes in no time. He put one in front of Max and went to sit down with his own on the other side of the table. The second his ass touched his chair, Max asked:

“So, you have plans with Steve and Robin this afternoon?”

Billy frowned.

“First of all, it’s Mrs. Buckley and Mr. Harrington for you”, he started, just to get on her nerves (he didn’t give a fuck how she called her teachers), “and second, how do you know that?”

Max arched an eyebrow.

“You literally talked about it with Steve right in front of me yesterday”, she said, ignoring Billy’s reprimand (no surprise, there).

“Oh… right… I did.”

Truthfully, Billy had stopped paying attention to Max and El the second he had laid eyes on Steve and the dumb spot of blue paint that had been resting on his cheek as if it had any right to.

“So, what are you guys going to do?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but we’re going to grade papers.”

“Well, that’s exciting.”

Her sarcasm was off the charts.

“Tell me about it”, Billy mumbled, around a mouthful of pancake.

“Ew, gross.”

Billy stuffed even more pancake into his mouth, in defiance, before he spoke again:

“So, Art club, uh? What’s up with that?”

They hadn’t had an opportunity to talk about it the day before, because Friday night was movie night, and they had eaten dinner in front of the tv. Plus, Billy would have been too distracted to hold a conversation (Steve hadn’t left his mind).

“Steve said I should come. He noticed I haven’t been speaking to a lot of people, and he said it might help to do an activity in a smaller group…” Max wasn’t looking at Billy as she explained.

“Anyway, I think he was right. He’s the best!” She beamed as she said it, finally looking up from her slowly but surely diminishing pile of pancakes.

“That’s good. I’m glad.”

Billy was glad, really. He was also a bit frustrated that Steve had managed to talk to Max about making friends, when Billy hadn’t known how to bring it up without offending her, but he wasn’t petty enough to show he had a problem with it. Even if Max calling Steve “the best” was treason of the highest order, Billy just wanted her to be happy. If Steve’s intervention helped more than Billy himself could, then so be it.

They finished breakfast, got ready for the day and then went grocery shopping. As they got back to the flat, Max went to her room to chill, and Billy read for a while before he started preparing lunch. Keeping busy distracted him from thinking about seeing Steve in the afternoon. Well, he didn’t think about it too much, at least.

-

When Billy made his way into the coffee shop, Steve and Robin were already seated, talking animatedly… in another language.

“Hi. Was that Italian?”

They must not have noticed him approaching, because as soon as he greeted them, they stopped talking, and Steve looked up at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Hey Billy”, Robin said, “as a matter of fact, it was.”

“Don’t you teach French and Spanish?”

Billy was perplexed.

“I do. Doesn’t mean I don’t speak Italian.”

“It figures”, Billy shrugged.

He wanted to ask Steve where he had learnt Italian, because it intrigued him. However, he chose not to. He didn’t want to talk to him unless it was necessary. It’d be better for everyone if they had the bare minimum of interactions together, surely.

“Are these new piercings?” Robin asked, gesturing toward his ears.

“Uh, no. I’ve had them for a long time. I just don’t wear them at school.”

“Well, you should. They look really cool, and I’m sure no one would have anything to say about it.”

Billy stared at Steve pointedly, but Steve looked away as soon as he caught his gaze.

“I’ll think about it.” Billy finally said.

Steve and Robin already had their orders, so Billy took his wallet from his bag and went to the counter. He glanced at the display case and eyed the cherry pie with envy, but decided against it. After this morning’s pancakes, it wouldn’t be reasonable. Plus, he hadn’t hit the gym in a few days. He had to start indulging less if he wanted to stay in shape. He went for a simple black coffee. As the burly man behind the counter, whom Billy guessed to be Benny, asked him if he wanted anything else, Billy nearly surrendered, but he powered through. He handed Benny a ten-dollar bill and put the change he was given in one of his pockets.

When Billy went back to their table with his cup of coffee, Steve was blowing on his cup of steaming hot tea. Billy’s eyes caught on the ‘o’ shape of Steve’s lips, which reminded him of his dream. He averted his eyes, praying to God he wasn’t blushing, now that he couldn’t hide it behind his tan anymore (screw Hawkins, Indiana).

As Billy sat down, he noticed Steve had a piece of the pie he’d been eyeing. Not fair. He nearly started pouting but caught himself. After all, his pie-less state was his own fault. Why did he have to be reasonable?

Billy took his pen and the essays he had to grade out of his backpack to give himself something to focus on. But then Steve started eating. And he moaned. Quite obscenely.

“Mh, this is so good. Benny is a magician. You guys want a bite?”

Billy really wanted to say yes, not only because he wanted pie, but because Steve was the one offering. It would have been weird, though? Right?

“No thanks” he ended up saying. What a hard thing to say.

Robin had no such qualms. She needn’t have, since she and Steve were actually friends. Not only did she get to experience Steve warmth and kindness, she also got a bite of his pie. Did she even know how lucky she was?

Billy got into his grading. And he was already past the no-pouting stage of the afternoon. It sucked to be him, sometimes.

“You should probably wait for Steve to finish eating… and drinking too, to be honest, before you put your students’ paper on the table. That man is a disaster.”

Billy had to admit Robin was right. He ate lunch with Steve on a regular basis, and had therefore seen him spill a bunch of things on himself. Thankfully, nothing he had ever spilled had reached Billy, so they were probably safe.

“Oh come on! We’re on opposite ends of the table.” Steve objected.

“I know, but I’m sure you’d find a way.”

Steve scoffed but didn’t try to argue his case any further. He looked adorably ruffled when Robin laughed at his expanse.

They didn’t say anything more for a while, as they were finally doing what they had come here to do. At some point, though, Robin brought up a point one of her students had made about the French translation of “Newspeak” in George Orwell’s 1984, which led her and Billy to launch a discussion about the novel.

Steve offered no input whatsoever, but he had stopped grading and had been staring at them for five minutes straight.

It was making Billy’s skin itch.

At some point, he couldn’t take it anymore and asked:

“What’s your opinion Steve?”

“Uh… I… I don’t really have one.” He stammered, caught off guard.

“How come?”

“I, uh, I haven’t actually read the book.”

“Oh. Well, you should. It’s an amazing book.”

Steve fidgeted with his red pen, repeatedly taking the cap off and then putting it back on.

“Uh… I don’t know about that. It’s not really my thing.”

“How can you know it’s not your thing if you haven’t read it?” Billy asked, a tad defensively.

“I didn’t mean the book… I meant, reading.”

Steve bit his lower lip.

“Why not? Is that beneath a math buff such as yourself, or something?” Billy’s tone had become hostile.

And, by pulling accusations out of his ass like that, he had gone from defensive to straight up aggressive.

“No. ‘course not… It’s just… reading is hard for me… I’m, uh… I’m dyslexic, so…” Steve trailed off, looking down at the pen he was seemingly holding in a vice grip.

Billy was speechless with shame and regret, as Steve offered a wobbly smile and said: “I’m gonna… go get some more tea”, before leaving the table.

Billy stared at his retreating form before he turned to Robin and found her glaring at him. If he could have felt worse than he already did, he would have.

“So… should I go apologize right now or should I leave him alone and apologize later?”

Teenage Billy would have probably not apologized at all, but present-time Billy knew better. He felt like the biggest jerk.

“I’d say, go for it.”

Billy followed Robin’s advice and, with knots in his stomach, he went to Steve, who was waiting for his tea behind the counter.

“Steve, man… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay…” Steve said, but his eyes didn’t leave his own shoes.

That wouldn’t do. Billy had made Steve feel shitty, and he would make it better if it were the last thing he did.

“No, it’s not. I shouldn’t have pushed.”

Billy had let his frustration with Steve get the better of him, and that was unacceptable. Steve was not particularly nice to him, so what? It wasn’t a reason to be outright mean to the guy.

“Really, it’s no big deal… It’s not like it’s a secret… my dyslexia, I mean.”

“Yeah, but you obviously didn’t want to share this piece of info with me, and I should have dropped it.”

“I just… I was afraid you’d find me stupid… But you probably thought I was stupid already, anyway… what with me never having anything interesting to say when Robin and you talk about literature.”

“Hey, I don’t…”

Benny placed Steve’s cup of tea on the counter, cutting Billy mid-sentence.

“It’s on me”, Billy said, fishing his five-dollar bill of change out of his jean’s back pocket and handing it to Benny.

“You didn’t have to.”

Was Steve blushing or was it a trick of the light?

“I want to make it up to you.”

“There’s nothing to make up for, but thanks.”

Steve grabbed his cup of tea and was going to go back to their table, but Billy held him back.

“Wait… I want you to know I don’t find you stupid, okay? I know I’m kind of a jackass, but not enough of one to actually think dyslexic people are stupid.”

“Good to know”, Steve replied.

“So, are we good?”

“I told you, we are.” Steve assured, smiling brighter than he had ever smiled at Billy before.

The knots in Billy’s stomach loosened, and his heart filled with warmth. So that was how it felt, when Steve’s sunshine fell upon you? Billy couldn’t wait to experience that feeling again.

“We should get back to Robin.”

“We should” Billy echoed, before following Steve, awestruck.

[srhlsx]

CHAPTER 4

master | ch. 3 | ch 5

It was your lunch break a few days into the school year. You sat outside at a picnic table, no breeze in the air made it a comfortable temperature for you to take off your uniform jacket. Sitting next to you was a girl in your year, one of your friends Ichika, who had stuck with you, was rambling on about one thing or another.

You were absently inspecting the ends of your hair, picking at them mindlessly, when she asked you a question. “How are things with your fake boyfriend?”

You shrugged casually, looking in the direction of where Oikawa was walking back from the line to get food with Iwaizumi. He must’ve made a poor joke as Iwaizumi’s face scrunched up in annoyance and it looked like he wanted to hit his friend and captain. 

As the two of them sat down at the table you were at, you answered. “Pretty fine,” You mumbled into your food that Oikawa generously handed over to you. “I really expected a little bit more hate and aggression from the fangirls at this point. But there’s been… nothing?”

“That’s because you’re scary, (y/n).” You looked next to you at Oikawa who was digging into his food, he looked up when he felt your eyes on him and swallowed before speaking again. “None of them are going to say shit to you, they’re too afraid.”

You pursed your lips and squinted at him in thought, not sure if you really believed what he was saying. Although you’d gathered a reputation for yourself in your school years as being just a teeny-tiny bit standoffish, you didn’t think people were actually afraid of you, that’d be ridiculous.

“Seriously,” Oikawa nodded, noticing you didn’t believe him. He looked to Ichika and Iwaizumi for confirmation. “Is she not?”

Iwaizumi spoke up first, mouth full of his lunch. “Fucking terrifying.”

That made you laugh, a real belly laugh that had you throwing your head back. “The mighty Ace of Seijoh finds me terrifying?”

Iwaizumi nodded, giving you a duh look as he rolled his eyes and went back to his food. Oikawa spoke again, pointing his chopsticks at you, “It’s why you were perfect to be my fake lover~”

“You know it’s really disgusting when you say it like that.” You almost gagged at his choice of words. 

- - - - - 

The final bell for the day rang and everyone was packing up their bags. Last classes were either electives or, in your case, college prep. The class you had just finished was an advanced math course, doubling for college credit if you scored enough points on the end of the year exam. It wasn’t easy, but a secret love of yours was math so you eagerly signed up when scheduling assignments came around last year. 

You were still at your desk organizing your notebook and pens when a figure came up next to you, their body casting a slight shadow from where they stood between your seat and the window. 

You looked up to see Iwaizumi standing above you, looking down at you expectantly. “You heading to practice?” He asked, backpack hanging loosely over one shoulder. 

“Yep, but I need to stop at my locker first.”

He nodded in understanding, waiting for you to stand up and join him. 

“I gotta admit, Iwa,” You started as the two of you made your way through the halls. He looked over at you, encouraging you to continue. “I did not peg you as a math guy.”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes a little bit, something you were noticing was a habit of his. He looked like he didn’t want to be labeled a math guy, from the way he was slightly blushing and not overly willing to look at you.  “Well,” He said, looking anywhere but at you. “The last thing I want to do in college is waste my time having to worry about a stupid math credit. Figured if I could get it out of the way now, why not?” 

You nodded, giving him an impressed look - he had a pretty good point, especially if he was planning on playing volleyball when he got to college. “Advanced prep calculus is no joke - good for you.”

At this point, you reached your locker. The halls had almost cleared so it was just you and Iwaizumi as you put in the combination and twisted open the handle. Iwaizumi leaned his back against the lockers next to yours, staring mindlessly out the window as you organized your things. Something caught your eyes that didn’t quite belong, a folded piece of notebook paper with some of the fringe from where it was ripped out still clinging on. 

You thought it was kind of weird, so you grabbed the paper and unfolded it, looking at the words sloppily scrawled with a brightly colored pen:

(Y/n),

It’s disgusting that you are dating dear Oikawa, how dare you taint him with your whorish tendencies. You just got out of a relationship and you decide to defile an angel like him by seducing him with that nasty trap between your legs. It won’t last. He’ll realize what you are and he’ll find someone who is actually good for him-

There was more to the note but instead of continuing to read the words, you crumbled up the piece of paper and turned to throw it in the trash bin behind you. When you turned around again to close your locker you saw Iwaizumi looking at you intently, eyes flickering to the trash bin for a moment before they landed on yours again. 

“It’s fine.” You waved off, stuffing the last of your books in your backpack, grabbing your dance bag, and shutting your locker a little more firmly than was probably necessary. You might’ve been a little shaken by the choice in words, the glare on you face setting deeper into your expression the more you thought. 

You started to walk towards the gyms, pulling your bags up on your shoulders a little higher. Iwaizumi studied you for a moment before pushing against the wall of lockers to catch up with you.

“Was it a fangirl note?” He asked, breaking up the silence that had formed.

You looked at him, unsure how you’d given any hint as to what the note might’ve said. You chewed at your bottom lip as you nodded at him, he was obviously waiting for some kind of reaction from you. “I said it’s fine,” You repeated, turning away from looking at him to focus on walking towards your destination. “If I couldn't handle it, I wouldn’t have said yes to the whole thing anyways.”

“Maybe,” Iwaizumi nodded thoughtfully. “But you don’t deserve to have to put up with it. Those girls can get nasty.”

You shrugged, wanting to brush it off. There are worse things to be called in the world and you were sure you’d been called them at some point, no use getting upset over something you knew was bound to happen. “It’s really nothing,” You said. “If it helps Tooru, then I can put up with it.”

“Why do you want to help him?” Iwaizumi asked a few feet from the gyms. You turned to look at him, seeing that his question was genuine and he wanted an answer. His hand was clutching the straps to his bags tightly.

“He needed my help, so I’m going to help him.” You said, looking him dead in the eyes. “Tooru may be obnoxious but he’s a good person. Everyone deserves to be allowed to live their life.”

It was a simple answer, maybe not the one Iwaizumi had been expecting. Usually when it came to people and Oikawa, they always wanted something and he’d learned to either stay out of the way or get himself involved to protect his friend. He could tell you were honest, so he shrugged it off and walked past you into the main gym where volleyball practice was about to begin.

- - - - -

You wiped at your forehead to clear away the sweat you felt starting to gather at your hairline. The studio space you were in had three walls completely covered in mirrors, ballet bars fixed to one of them, and wood flooring. It was clean, updated, and a space perfectly tailored for a dance team to practice in.

The Seijoh girl’s dance club was usually top in the Miyagi prefecture. Many girls selected to go to the high school for a chance to dance on the team, compete on a big stage, and get an opportunity to be seen by college recruits and even professional dance companies. Last year, you’d been chosen by your peers to lead the club in your third year and it was a position you took very seriously.

And while most girls who joined also took it very seriously, there were always the few who slipped through the cracks and their poor attitudes and lack of effort showed when they were pushed just slightly.

You turned to Ichika and nodded, she understood and paused the music that was playing which caused the rest of the group to stop mid-dance. “Is anyone here confused about the sequences? The moves and choreography?”

The girls looked around at each other but didn’t respond, their breathing heavy and filling the room with the sound of gasping breaths.

You nodded when no one answered, “Okay, great, we all understand it.” You paused, walking to the middle of the group and looking around at each girl individually. “Then can someone please tell me why we are moving like a pack of chickens with their heads cut off? I saw at least 3 collisions in that last run through-”

“(Y/n), we’ve gone through it like twenty times,” One of the second years spoke up. The first years looked at her with wide eyes while the third years tried their best not to laugh behind their hands at the girl. She hadn’t gotten the memo that you weren’t looking for anyone to actually answer you, let alone interrupt you.

You took in a deep breath and let it out through your nose, tilting your head to let your neck crack as you looked at the girl. You smiled an overly sweet smile at her, hoping she realized exactly what she was doing by interrupting practice. “I’m sorry, please speak up when addressing the club. What is your concern?”

You waited for her to respond, daring her, blinking slowly as you waited. She huffed out a sigh and shifted her weight to one hip as she started speaking again. “We’ve practiced it like twenty times,” She shrugged. “It’s difficult to keep doing the same thing over and over again, perfectly.”

“It’s difficult,” You mumbled, chewing on your cheek as you looked at your fellow thirds years, five total including yourself and Ichika. You nodded your head to them and shrugged, “Then quit.”

“Wh-what?” The girl stuttered.

“If it’s so difficult,” You repeated, looking her in the eyes and speaking slowly. “Then fucking quit.”

She looked around, seeing your expression matched that of the rest of the year three class members, the first years shaking in fear, and her own classmates in year two refusing to even acknowledge her. She was on her own in this battle. She opened her mouth a few times, sputtering out a response but never making a coherent sentence.

“That goes for everyone.” You stated, straightening up and walking back to the front of the space. You were repeating the words you’d heard many times over the years, but just because they didn’t come from you originally didn’t mean you meant them any less. “If at any time this is too difficult for you, if you feel like me asking for a good attitude and effort is asking for too much, please excuse yourself and find a better suited club to be a part of.”

The next day, there were three fewer members at practice.

[emmaryanallmann]

Ok, so, as my dad has said, “We’ve been stuck in Galway for a long time.” This is true. I’m back on the Throwback Thursday train and so ready to tell you all about my time at the Cliffs of Moher. I’ve tried to keep my travel section of this blog from just turning into a photo journal mostly because I’m not a good enough photographer to have a photo journal, but it’s impossible to take a bad picture at the Cliffs of Moher. So, fair warning the end of this one is a bit of a photo journal.

  We saw some cows

This one did not like us.

We agreed after a long rambling walk back from grabbing a Guinness (or two or three) that we would wake up early the next day and drive to the Cliffs of Moher. This was on our to do list for the trip because how could we not visit the Cliff’s of Insanity or for all my friends who aren’t so into The Princess Bride then how could we not go look for horcruxes where Harry found one? So we rolled out of bed bright and early Saturday morning looking forward to the Cliff’s but a little bit dreading the weekend crowd we may run into there!

Panorama from Corkscrew Hill

The drive itself was a lot more relaxing than the drive from Dublin to Galway. For me anyway…I wasn’t actually driving. My dad may tell a different story, though I think we were both grateful that the Verizon guy on the phone helped us figure out what was wrong with the navigation. Our goal was to get to the Cliffs with as few stops as possible so we could spend more time actually hiking around than on the road to hiking around. In that we were pretty darn successful.

View of the Burren

It did help that the drive to the Cliffs was gorgeous. We tried to stop to find some caffeine a couple of times. Unfortunately the sleepy towns we were driving through were..well, asleep. After a couple of psych outs involving breakfast signs, we finally stopped to fill up the car and I ran into the station to get some road trip snack food (which we agreed, after we ate half of it, was just as mediocre as gas station road trip snack food in the US) and some coffee. The only other stops we made were for some cows. One of which was giving us some evil eyes which I had to record and another to just get out of the car for a while

between Ballyvaughan and Kilmoon at Corkscrew hill. Yes, you read that name right. It is a particularly apt name for this section of road. We were stuck behind a truck and had a car that wanted to go much faster than we did behind us, so we jumped at the first opportunity to get out of the car, stretch our legs, and enjoy the general splendor of the Burren.

When we finally arrived at the Cliffs we had our pick of parking spots and the day was looking beautiful and windy. I’d expect no less at the Cliffs of Insanity! I glanced around a bit and I saw no six fingered man, Sicilian, Fezzik, or even Inigo Montoya. I managed to hide my disappointment and head into the visitor center to get our bearings. Inside they had a gift shop, a place to pick up some food, and a sort of Cliff’s museum in a cave. I know that last one sounds a little weird but it was

pretty cool and not just because we were in a cave (eh…eh? See what I did there?) It displayed and taught lessons about various histories and evolutions of the Cliffs (Ocean, Rock, Nature, and Man). After a bit of a meander inside to shake the car ride off, we finally headed outside to take in the absolute beauty that is the

Cliffs of Moher.

The official park of Cliffs of Moher is a nice little hike that follows along the edge of the Cliffs. There is a point in the path where there are signs indicating that you are no longer on official Cliffs land but there is still a hike. Dad and could see a point that looked like a sort of end point and we decided we would try to hike all the to the end and back. When we were wandering around The official park area it had started to fill up with more and more people but the further away from the parks land we got the thinner the crowd got. It was kind lovely to walk along such a gorgeous view and have the area mostly to ourselves. The further we walked the further away that end point seemed to be. We kept thinking if we went just a little bit longer it would start to feel like we were making progress. Somehow our starting point kept looking smaller and

smaller. It felt a bit like the land was stretching out under us as we were walking. Now, we are not quitters but at the same time we are often led by our stomachs and our stomachs were leading us back to the Cliffs official park area for some food.

    Flowers lured me to the edge

I got that sweet sweet wind blown hair look.

Gotta get that selfie

Honest to goodness I took this picture because I wanted to show how teeny tiny the purple flowers were…it ended up being more about how gigantic and gorgeous the Cliffs are.

In this weeks Throwback Thursday I talk about our time at The Cliffs of Insanity… I mean Harry Potter…I mean Cliffs of Moher.

Ok, so, as my dad has said, “We’ve been stuck in Galway for a long time.” This is true.

In this weeks Throwback Thursday I talk about our time at The Cliffs of Insanity... I mean Harry Potter...I mean Cliffs of Moher. Ok, so, as my dad has said, "We've been stuck in Galway for a long time." This is true.

[emmaall]

Ok, so, as my dad has said, “We’ve been stuck in Galway for a long time.” This is true. I’m back on the Throwback Thursday train and so ready to tell you all about my time at the Cliffs of Moher. I’ve tried to keep my travel section of this blog from just turning into a photo journal mostly because I’m not a good enough photographer to have a photo journal, but it’s impossible to take a bad picture at the Cliffs of Moher. So, fair warning the end of this one is a bit of a photo journal.

  We saw some cows

This one did not like us.

We agreed after a long rambling walk back from grabbing a Guinness (or two or three) that we would wake up early the next day and drive to the Cliffs of Moher. This was on our to do list for the trip because how could we not visit the Cliff’s of Insanity or for all my friends who aren’t so into The Princess Bride then how could we not go look for horcruxes where Harry found one? So we rolled out of bed bright and early Saturday morning looking forward to the Cliff’s but a little bit dreading the weekend crowd we may run into there!

Panorama from Corkscrew Hill

The drive itself was a lot more relaxing than the drive from Dublin to Galway. For me anyway…I wasn’t actually driving. My dad may tell a different story, though I think we were both grateful that the Verizon guy on the phone helped us figure out what was wrong with the navigation. Our goal was to get to the Cliffs with as few stops as possible so we could spend more time actually hiking around than on the road to hiking around. In that we were pretty darn successful.

View of the Burren

It did help that the drive to the Cliffs was gorgeous. We tried to stop to find some caffeine a couple of times. Unfortunately the sleepy towns we were driving through were..well, asleep. After a couple of psych outs involving breakfast signs, we finally stopped to fill up the car and I ran into the station to get some road trip snack food (which we agreed, after we ate half of it, was just as mediocre as gas station road trip snack food in the US) and some coffee. The only other stops we made were for some cows. One of which was giving us some evil eyes which I had to record and another to just get out of the car for a while

between Ballyvaughan and Kilmoon at Corkscrew hill. Yes, you read that name right. It is a particularly apt name for this section of road. We were stuck behind a truck and had a car that wanted to go much faster than we did behind us, so we jumped at the first opportunity to get out of the car, stretch our legs, and enjoy the general splendor of the Burren.

When we finally arrived at the Cliffs we had our pick of parking spots and the day was looking beautiful and windy. I’d expect no less at the Cliffs of Insanity! I glanced around a bit and I saw no six fingered man, Sicilian, Fezzik, or even Inigo Montoya. I managed to hide my disappointment and head into the visitor center to get our bearings. Inside they had a gift shop, a place to pick up some food, and a sort of Cliff’s museum in a cave. I know that last one sounds a little weird but it was

pretty cool and not just because we were in a cave (eh…eh? See what I did there?) It displayed and taught lessons about various histories and evolutions of the Cliffs (Ocean, Rock, Nature, and Man). After a bit of a meander inside to shake the car ride off, we finally headed outside to take in the absolute beauty that is the

Cliffs of Moher.

The official park of Cliffs of Moher is a nice little hike that follows along the edge of the Cliffs. There is a point in the path where there are signs indicating that you are no longer on official Cliffs land but there is still a hike. Dad and could see a point that looked like a sort of end point and we decided we would try to hike all the to the end and back. When we were wandering around The official park area it had started to fill up with more and more people but the further away from the parks land we got the thinner the crowd got. It was kind lovely to walk along such a gorgeous view and have the area mostly to ourselves. The further we walked the further away that end point seemed to be. We kept thinking if we went just a little bit longer it would start to feel like we were making progress. Somehow our starting point kept looking smaller and

smaller. It felt a bit like the land was stretching out under us as we were walking. Now, we are not quitters but at the same time we are often led by our stomachs and our stomachs were leading us back to the Cliffs official park area for some food.

    Flowers lured me to the edge

I got that sweet sweet wind blown hair look.

Gotta get that selfie

Honest to goodness I took this picture because I wanted to show how teeny tiny the purple flowers were…it ended up being more about how gigantic and gorgeous the Cliffs are.

In this weeks Throwback Thursday I talk about our time at The Cliffs of Insanity... I mean Harry Potter...I mean Cliffs of Moher. Ok, so, as my dad has said, "We've been stuck in Galway for a long time." This is true.