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i will return on tumblr soon bcs i'm graduating hs soon and acads r done so i have a Lot of time on my hands for now Anyway can i just say am very proud of myself. got into the Top 1 school in my country, top campus, and a vv competitive stem course. yay 😁💝💘❤️🔥✨
#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#it's hilarious bcs i got waitlisted for compsci#which i'm actually rlly proud of bcs i didn't take the exams that seriously and most of jhs was online#compsci competitive af man#but i prove my worth both online & onsite ^_^ always straight As baby! even this gr 12 LOL <3#i got into my 3rd choice (2nd choice was psych i am So glad i didn't get in i ended up not wanting it anymore. also competitive asf so i'm#ok w that) WHICH IS the best possible outcome actually bcs it Is my dream course.#i will reveal more another time tho ... >:)) Anyway am just super proud hehe. also of my twin (we both passed & all that <3) ^___^#also my friends !! barely any passed actually and even then i know only like 10-15 of ppl in my whole school who Did pass#and less so for their first choice/dream course or their preferred campus#MWHAHAHAHAHA >:))) ok i'm not shitting on anyone tho i'm just so so so proud and happy#gbye i am busy tho relaxing LMFAO i've been getting 12 hours of sleep the last 3 days. god. school was tiring af#but i'm a weirdo so it's fun B) Amen. i like saying amen despite being this rlly agnostic/atheist person LMFAOOO#upcat i love u. ty for loving me LMFAOOAOAOAOAOAOAO#so proud idk ig. i knew i'd make it (i hope thsi doesn't come off as pretentious) but i didn't know exactly Where#but the universe did its thing and i got into my dream school dream campus dream course#unsure abt dream school really but it's upd or not up. and also def my dream course ^_^
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✨Moodboard Teaser: In Technicolor✨
With the release of the first chapter coming in hot with its expected release being this Friday at the latest or sooner (possibly as early as tomorrow) I wanted to take the time to acquaint everyone with the primary couples in this story. Usually I cap it at two couples and have auxilary couples and characters on the fringes. But because this is a crossover between two of my favorite shows, I have expanded it to three—possibly four—couples with auxilaries (secondary) on the fringes. These couples will include original characters i.e. Wynn Galpin who is Tyler Galpin’s younger sister. There is a crossover couple that joins the Wednesday group with the Riverdale group. This couple is where I expect to receive the most backlash but idc. Their my crossover otp and I hope you all trust me enough to keep reading and join me/the characters on this journey. I have also switched some things up with one of the Riverdale characters because the ship only got screen time in the last season and it did more for their character than their actual failed relationships did the entire season. Fight me. But don’t. Or do.
Anyway, here are the couples moodboards, as promised. The visuals were inspired by Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juilet because these past few months since January I have been on a 90’s and 2000’s kick and I am dying for how that movie captured the beauty, grit, grime, and excitement of LA. So enjoy and let me know what you think! 💜
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We open with our crossover couple who are the star-crossed lovers—Cheryl Blossom, the queen of the Palisades and star tennis player and Pugsley “Lee” Addams, the king of Elysian Heights and leader of his grunge sleeze band Texca. Born second generation to a working class defense attorny and day-time caregiver to the elderly, Lee Addams has just wants to make it through his senior year of high school and hangout with his friends on the weekend. But when he and his twin sister Wednesday step a little too far over the line at their old school their parents pull some strings to have their three children—Wednesday, Pugsley, and Pubert “Bertie” attend Morticia’s former high school. There, Lee unwittingly comes face to face with the campus queen, the indomitable and untouchable Cheryl Blossom. Born into privilege with the face of an angel and the bite of a viper, she has everything and anything. Influence thanks to her parents name. Adoration by way of her beauty. And power because of her abilities to manipulate others. But what happens when a hurricane meets an immoveable force? Will they fold? Destroy one another? What happens when the pretty vicious face isn’t all it seems to be and the cutting confidence is stripped away? Who are the real people that lie beneath it all?
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Next are our second pair of the four star-crossed lovers. While it is never a good idea to fall for your twin flame, for Tyler and Wednesday it isn’t so simple. Twin flames and soulmates fused into one as if it were a sick joke, their story begins at a party—the raven haired twin sister with her face painted like a Catrina (see: Dia de los Muertos symbols and iconography) and the Galpin golden boy dressed like Sir Lancelot with the sacred heart etched into his chest plate. Like her brothers, Wednesday grew up living a modest life where nothing was taken for granted and family sits at the heart of all major decisions. For Tyler, he has forgotten the importance of family and community after starting university where his life has evolved into an endless stream of parties and hookup’s. Never struggling but also never being challenged to be better or grow, he’s hit a wall. A mid-life crisis of sorts but at the already chaotic age of 18 with his 19th birthday right around the corner. But from the moment he lays eyes on Wednesday she is all he can think of. All he breathes and dreams of—a beautiful stranger that won’t free him. Yet when this silver tongued Casanova tries to approach the dark beauty he’s shot down. Challenged to question who he is and what he truly is doing with his life that matters. What is in store for the idealistic social revolutionist and her troubled admirer? Where will they land when the walls of his kingdom come crumbling down?
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The youngest of three siblings each yet one is protected and coddled like a greenhouse flower while the other has flourished amidst hardship and bouts of poverty. Wynn Galpin is caught in a never-ending loop of compassions to her twin older siblings, Tyler and Enid. Both are straight A students. Both star athletes with Tyler winning championship after championship for swim and Enid earning a full-ride scholarship to UCLA for volleyball. Both are charming and charismatic. Both are perfect and Wynn can never compare despite how she tries. She doesn’t have the passion for swim or volleyball so she chooses cheer. “That’s not a real sport” she’s told. Her siblings get A’s but she can hardly scrape by with B’s while battling her depression and anxiety. At all times, her mind is screaming for her to just run off and disappear. And after the loss of her friend and pseudo-sister Polly, the darkness has become more persuasive. More invasive and vicious. But it is during a spiral that forces her out of the gym during cheer practice that she runs into the new kid. The brainiac junior in her senior level AP classes. Pubert “Bertie” Addams. A carefree class clown with a heart of gold and the virgin Guadalupe drawn in vibrant neons on the bottom of his skateboard. Where will this new path take them when the class clown and the beauty queen who seems to always be in tears meet to form an oddball friendship? And what happens when their hearts begin to long for more than just friendship but their worlds couldn’t be more different? How will things turn out for the greenhouse flower and her sidewalk dandelion?
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What’s the worst that could happen when you fall in love with your best friend? What happens when you think they love someone else? When you think they could never see you the way you see them in return? Do you stand there and wait for them to turn around? Or do you walk away while piecing together your heart that will never know real closure? Reggie has asked himself these questions nearly every day for the past six years since his family moved to the fringes of the Palisades and enrolled him in the affluent junior high nearby. Archie Andrews was his first friend at his new school all those years ago. The first one to get up during lunch time and sit down next to him. The one who didn’t care that his parents weren’t from money and had only recently come into their fortune. The one who didn’t care that he didn’t have the newest clothes, phone, or hairstyle. Like a guardian angel come to save him from perpetual solitude, Archie befriended Reggie with a bright smile and a silly joke. And since that day, Reggie has kept his love for the redhaired boy wonder to himself. Has been the picture of what a bestfriend should be. Has supported Archie and defended him. Joined their high school swim team with him just so that they could live out Archie’s dream of being the one’s to break Tyler, the former captain’s, record and win more championships than him and his team did. Reggie has lived a beautiful but painful lie for nearly a decade and the cracks have begun to show. The devotion now agony. The love a barbed dagger twisted liettle by little every time he has to play third wheel on Archie’s dates with his girlfriend Veronica. But one night their eyes meet across a sea of moving bodies at a house party. Archie kissing Veronica but can’t stop looking at Reggie. There’s a spark. A sadness. Hope. But is there truth? Is there a willingness to be honest? To accept this attraction that has been there waiting from the start? Does Archie know what real love could be like if he just turned around? Or will the lovefool angel look away once again and leave the poor friend and saint in the dark?
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Stay tuned for more because this is only the beginning. Next will be the auxiliary couples, characters, and family boards for the three main ones at play. But the next next post that will be following this one will be the official titlecard for Chapter One. Can’t wait to see you all again there. 💜
#tyler galpin#wednesday addams#pugsley addams#pubert addams#wynn galpin#cheryl blossom#archie andrews#reggie mantle#veronica lodge#polly cooper#jason blossom#the blossoms#the addams family#wednesday netflix#netflix wednesday#riverdale#veronica x archie#archie x reggie#wyler#weyler#rvd#tyler x wednesday#wednesday x tyler#riverdale fanfiction#riverdale fanfic#wednesday#addams family fanfiction#archive of our own#ao3
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miya twins week day 7: "do you think we're twins in every universe?"
atsumu opens his dream journal, picks up his pen, and starts writing.
i had the same dream again, the one where i’m like 7 or 8. i’m running to granny’s along the stream. there’s a boy behind me, and he gets further and further behind, until he trips and falls. he starts crying. i turn around and run back to him. this time, i say, “ya needa watch where yer goin’,” and he doesn’t say anything. i try to pull him up, but then i think the dream ends.
his dreams are always the same, always with the same boy, but never end the same way. once, he was the one who tripped while running along the stream, and the boy offered his hand. in another, they’re playing a sport in a gym, and he’d pass the ball to the boy to score. most of the times, he succeeds and they high-five, but a few times, he’d fail, and they fall in defeat.
his favorite dream, though, never changes. he and the boy are lying on the grass, watching the sky, pointing at shooting stars. despite being comforted, his chest would twist with sorrow or relief, depending on whether he dreams long enough to hear the conversation. he recorded it once, years ago, the page tear-stained, writing messy.
“hey,” i say, or maybe it’s the other kid, except we aren’t kids, but young adults. “do you think we’re twins in every universe?”
“what kinda dumbass question is that?” the other kid says, or maybe it’s me. it’s hard to tell, since we kinda sound the same. “of course we are. an’ even if we aren’t, we’ll find each other someway, somehow, somewhere." there’s so much conviction in his voice that i believe it, even though i never had a sibling. but it’s nice to know that maybe, in a past life, or just in my dreams, that i had a brother that i could rely on.
atsumu asked why he didn’t have a sibling, once. “it’s ‘cause yer pa an’ i can only handle one o’ ya,” ma said, ruffling his hair. “what, ya wish we didn’t give ya so much attention?” he laughed it off, but there were days when he’d return to a silent home, or struggle to fall asleep because of how empty his room felt. he loves his parents, but sometimes…it felt like something was missing.
or maybe someone.
when he was scouted by a university volleyball team in tokyo, he took it, saying goodbye to his high school friends and parents. in a city where it’s rare to see the same face twice, he loses himself in the crowds, meeting new people, learning from different coaches, experiencing campus life to its fullest. no matter what he did, though, the dreams didn’t stop, deepening his loneliness.
one night, he’s dragged to an izakaya with his teammates. atsumu sits at the bar, cheek in hand, thumbing through his dream journal while his beer gets warm. someone picks up the glass, and he snaps his head upwards, mouth opening when–
“i noticed yer beer’s been sittin’ fer a while. here’s a new one.”
“oh. thanks.” atsumu takes a sip, the cool, bitter liquid tickling his throat.
“whatcha readin’?”
“this? it’s nothin’, just my dream journal.”
the izakaya worker hums. “that’s pretty cool. not many people keep those.”
“yeah. i kept dreamin’ o’ the same things, so my doctor said i should write ‘em down. it’s always with this other boy that kinda looks an’ sounds like me.” atsumu chuckles to himself. “i’m startin’ ta think that he might be my twin o’ some sort. i guess the universe wanted us ta live separately, fer once.”
“that’s mighty interestin’.”
“ya don’t hafta pretend. i bet i don’t make much sense, with the beer an’ all.”
that earns him a laugh. “ya aren’t drinkin’ as much, compared ta yer teammates over there. i think yer fine.”
“thanks.” atsumu closes his journal. “ya got an accent. ya also from kansai?”
“yep. even though my family moved when i was young, tokyo never washed it out.”
“oh. whereabouts?”
“hyogo.”
atsumu gives pause. he straightens, finally locks eye with the izakaya worker. it’s like looking in a mirror – he has the same eyes, though hooded and dark gray, hair sweeping to the left. his chin is pointy, nose slightly crooked, muscles straining beneath his black t-shirt. “same,” atsumu whispers. “what’s yer name?”
“me? osamu. how 'bout ya?"
“atsumu. no surname?”
osamu falters, the corners of his mouth falling slightly. “sorry, bad habit. i always feel like i need ta use my given name, or else i’d get confused with someone else, even though no one has the same surname.”
“same.”
they stare at each other, gray against blonde. atsumu bites his bottom lip, fingers toying with the pages of his journal. then, he slides it forward. “i think ya should read this.”
after brief hesitation, osamu takes it and reads last night’s entry.
the boy and i, we’re in high school now. we’re arguing. we’ve argued before about like, stealing clothes or eating each other’s snacks, but this is different. i don’t remember how or why, but it just is, like we’re going separate ways, and it hurts, and neither of us want to admit it. i know, though, that deep down, we’d still be there for each other, and if one of us falls, the other would be there. my chest still feels tight, and i think i cried in my sleep, but i also feel…comforted? that someone i’ve never seen in my life has my back? will i ever meet him and learn who he is?
“i think it’s ya.” atsumu’s voice is quiet. “i think yer the twin that we’re supposed ta be, no matter the universe.”
osamu doesn’t say anything, just flips through some of the old entries until he stops, losing his breath. he lowers the journal, reaches for his shirt collar, and pulls it down to where a delicate moon tattoo sits on his collarbone. “when i was eighteen, i dreamed i was watchin’ the stars with someone, some boy that looks like me. we were talkin’, when the boy suddenly asked if we’d be twins in every universe. i said, o’ course, scrub, but when i woke up, i was alone. i never had a twin. i’ve always been an only child.” he releases his shirt, presses his hand over it. “i got this tattoo ta remind myself that someone out there is my sun, an’ i think…i think it’s ya.”
an’ even if we aren’t, we’ll find each other someway, somehow, somewhere. although the universe separated them, they still found each other, the moon to the sun, the silver to the gold, two halves of a whole, because not even fate can overwrite the inextricable bond between them.
brothers. if not by blood, then by choice. if not by choice, then in memory. forever, until the end of time.
#flyingwargle original#drabble#haikyuu!!#haikyuu drabble#miya twins#miyatwinsweek2024#miya atsumu#miya osamu#post timeskip#alternate universe#in a way#HOO BOY#i love the twins so much#they deserve all the love#i have a sister too so kind of drawing on the sibling bond there#but yes the twins will and do find each other in every universe#even if they aren't related#because that's who they are#also it's my birthday hehe#so please be nice#fandom event
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do you have any more things about the iterator students ? like bonus fun facts , or their dynamics , or what the slugcats are to them
:DD I didn’t expect to receive asks about my self-indylge 300% AU this much…! It’s so nice, firstly thank you!!
I’m really bad at writing, so let me just list up…
Random facts:
Students have double-buttoned coat for winter uniform.
It’s public high school.(I think private school owns more clean campus than I drew, so…)
Although Sliver was not at student council last year, she’s now its president. Which means, she won poll for that role despite it was her first time. Just to see Moon with unbraided codes.
Moon and Suns are nice friends since they were classmates last year. And now they have Pebbles :)
FP rarely draws…So, not never. He does draw when all club members had to submit something for competition. Like his senpai(SRS), he once drew Rivulet and Moon for it.
Moon, Pebbles and Suns bring their bento. Sliver and Sigcchi buy their lunch at school.
School! School...
Fave subject
SoS: Old Literature, Civics
SRS: Art, Geography
LttM: Modern Literature, Domestic History
NSH: Physics, Math(1~3)
FP: World History, Chemistry
Clubs&Committees
SoS: Student council, Calligraphy club
SRS: Art club, Library committee
LttM: Tea ceremony club, Botany committee
NSH: Computer club(Easiest club to not to attend but be member of)
FP: Art club, Broadcasting committee
Sliver is now busy with council, so she doesn’t show up on club so often. NSH is ghost member.
(Sliver used to be a member of botany committee until last year.)
Slugcats and I(them)
Spearmaster lives with Suns. Sometimes they’ll go outside together!
Rivulet lives in Moon&Pebbles’ house. They once went outside alone and got lost, leaving the siblings concerned. They tried to find them but it didn’t bear fruit. It was when Arti, neighborhood boss scug appeared in front of them—They asked Arti to tell Rivulet come back, and next day they did.
Arti used to be boss scug of certain area, but now they joined Moon&Pebbles’ house. Arti always keep waking up until they tire out(so that they will not dream), so they sleep on afternoon and wake up on evening.
Moon and Pebbles’ bento are made by Arti. How?
Saint is Sliver’s guardian AND school principal. They’re mostly meditating on the kotatsu.
Hunter is half-wild scug living nearby Sigcchi. They’re mostly at outside, but occasionally knock door of NSH’s house and rest there—Especially when rain(or even typhoon)comes.
That's all I can say about this universe now! :)
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“You’re running late again,” Castor said, his harsh words softened by his gentle, chiding tone and the smile he directed at you as you ran up to the usual meeting spot. When you’d first met Castor in your first year Physiology and Anatomy class, you’d found him a little intimidating. Hell, you’d been finding most people intimidating. It had been a huge change for you, going from your small town, tiny high school into living in the city, attending this large, sprawling, crowded university. You’d wanted so desperately to make the most out of your college years, to gain this group of friends, to have fun and let loose, but you were shy and the thought of approaching people randomly to gain those friend’s you’d wanted merely gave you anxiety. That wasn’t a worry when it came to Castor, who’d started talking to you first. While it had been awkward, he’d kept at it and pretty soon, the two of you had become inseparable. He’d introduced you to his own small circle of friends, all of whom had taken you in with open arms and your dreams of a happy college life were made. Even now, well into your second years, with all of you majoring in different things, you still always met up Castor, Frau, and Labrador every morning to have breakfast together before each of you got busy with your days.
“Sorry! Overslept my alarm again,” you panted out, a little winded by the long run you’d had from your dorm room to the dining hall. You rubbed at a stitch in your side, swearing to yourself (not for the first time) that more cardio was going to be fit into your exercise routine.
“Ha! Heard that one before,” Frau laughed and you glared up at him.
“Are you trying to imply something?”
“Only that you’re always late,” Frau said, grinning as your glare intensified. You felt the weight of his hand as he plopped it on your head, ruffling your hair affectionately. “Don’t worry. You’re so cute that I’ll forgive you.”
“Hey! I’m not the only one who’s late,” you tried to defend yourself as you did your best to duck away from Frau’s hand. He kept swiping at you, ruffling your hair more each time he caught you, and you poked at him, catching him in the ribs a couple times, the two of you laughing and dancing around each other playfully.
“No, you’re right. You’re not the only one who’s late often,” Castor agreed, grinning as he watched the two of you.
“Exactly! Lab’s late just as much as I am! He’s even later than me today…where is he, anyway?” you asked, trying to look casual as you took your attention away from Frau, scanning the campus and the crowds around you. You didn’t want to look as eager as you felt to see Labrador, after all. The feelings had been pretty steady for a while now. You just couldn’t seem to help it – the second you saw him, your day just seemed to brighten. Spending time with him relaxed you, made everything better. You found yourself noticing just how beautiful he was, staring at him when he wasn’t likely to notice, drinking in and trying to memorize the sight of his face in all its variations. He was one of the first things you thought of when you woke up and one of the last things you thought of before you went to sleep. In short? You had it bad and you knew it. Still though, you also knew that you weren’t quite ready to risk the friendship you had with him and you definitely weren’t ready to expose your crush to your two other best friends. You knew you’d never hear the end of the teasing and sly remarks, from either of them, if you did so.
Too bad you were a lot more transparent than you thought.
“What, excited to see your boyfriend?” Frau crooned out, slinging his arm over your shoulder. You jumped a little, both from his words and from the unexpected actions. You could feel your ears starting to burn, the unmistakable sign of a blush forming on your face and you cursed your reaction.
“What are you talking about?!” you protested, elbowing Frau in the side, earning a light ‘oof’ from him as he backed away from you. “I’m not…we’re not anything like that!”
“Oh? My mistake then,” Frau said, laughing, and your face only got hotter as you noticed Castor covering his own light laughter with his hand.
“You two are the worst!” you protested, pouting as you looked away from the both of them, returning to scanning the crowd. “Don’t go making up silly stories between the two of you. I was just wondering what was keeping him so long. I mean, he’s normally late, but he typically gets here around the same time as me.”
“You’re right,” Castor said, checking the time on his phone. “He’s not normally this late. I’ve texted him, but I haven’t heard anything back.”
“Want me to call him?” Frau offered, pulling out his own phone.
“I’ve tried that already. It just goes straight to voicemail.”
You sighed, shaking your head with a light smile. “It’s Lab. He’s always forgetting to charge his phone. It’s probably deader than a doornail and he hasn’t realized it yet.”
“I’m starving, though,” Frau said, his hand going to his stomach, which was growling its whole-hearted support of his words. “Why don’t we just get breakfast without him?”
“No!” Shocked by the loudness of your objection, you looked down at the ground, clearing your throat before saying, in a much calmer, quieter tone. “I mean…”
“It just wouldn’t feel right,” Castor agreed as you trailed off into silence.
“Yeah.”
“Well, I can’t go too much longer without food,” Frau complained, scowling. “If he’s not here soon, I’m liable to end up eating him when he does show up.”
“Charming image, that,” Castor said, shaking his head towards his friend. “Why don’t we go look for him then. There’s only a few places that he really spends a lot of time at, it shouldn’t be too hard to find him.”
Both you and Frau nodded your agreement. The plan made sense and Castor had a good point. If Labrador wasn’t with you guys, he was either in his dorm room, in the school’s greenhouse, in classes, or out on the campuses main lawn. There was a tree there that, for some reason you’d never quite understood, Labrador had really seemed to take to and bond with.
“It’ll be quicker if we all split up though, don’t you think? I mean, all our phones are charged, right? We can text each other when we find Lab and we’ll all head back here.”
“Aww, are you that eager to get rid of us? I mean, if you want alone time with Lab that much, all you need to do is ask,” Frau teased, smirking down at you. He really was on a roll today, wasn’t he?
“Shut up.”
“You’re so cute when you’re all embarrassed like that. Don’t worry, I’m sure Lab wants to spend just as much time alone with you.”
“Shut up!”
“What’s that saying? Oh, I know, the lady doth protest too much.”
“Shut up or I’ll make you!”
“I’d like to see you try, shrimp!”
“Now, now, children,” Castor chided, smiling as he swatted the two of you upside the heads. “Frau, stop teasing. They’re right – it would be a lot quicker if we split up.”
“Thank you!” you beamed as Castor validated you, sticking your tongue out at Frau in a childish move.
“Oh, and Frau’s right, you know. I’m sure that Lab would be happy to spend quality alone time with you, too.”
“See! Frau’s right!” Frau crowed out, raising his arms in a little victory dance. After all, those were not often words that Castor said. “In your face.”
You groaned, shaking your head at Castor. “Not you too…besides, now look what you did. I don’t want to hear any more of this. I’m checking out the main lawn, you guys head wherever.” The last part of your sentence was shouted out as, for the second time that day, you took off running across the campus. At least this wasn’t as far a run, you told yourself…but still, definitely more cardio in your future, yep.
You kept your eyes peeled, scanning not only the people milling around you but also the people sitting on the benches or loitering and relaxing on the lush green lawn. It felt like forever without any sight of him, now matter how many times you looked. It was as you stopped to pull out your cellphone, wondering if there was a missed message, that your eyes got sight of something silvery-purple past a large cluster of people playing hacky-sack, the colour instantly recognizable and oh so wonderfully familiar.
It took only minutes for you to make your way across the lawn, skirting around the hacky sackers with a wide margin. You’d been stupid enough to get too close to them a couple times before, always ending up nailed with the bean-bag, and you weren’t about to repeat that mistake. Once you finally arrived to where you’d seen that glimpse of colour, for a minute you just stood there, gazing down. Trying to quiet your breath, your lips parted and curved into a gentle smile, your eyes soft as you looked down on the calmly sleeping form of Labrador under his favourite tree. His long lashes rested on the curves of his face, locks of his silvery-purple hair falling around his face, tucked haphazardly behind his ears. He looked so young like this, so angelic and peaceful and you felt your heart skip a beat. You wanted so badly to just curl up beside him, to keep watch over him as he slept, to allow yourself to drink in this sight for as long as you could. You knew you couldn’t though…not only would it not be proper, but it was fall weather now and while the day was reasonably warm, it was still much too chilly for the light long-sleeved t-shirt that Labrador had on. Sighing, trying to write the sight into your heart, you crouched down on your knees in the grass beside him, a hand tentatively going to his shoulder, gently shaking him.
“Labrador…Lab…come on, time to wake up,” you said softly.
It took a moment before, blinking groggily, his eyelids fluttering, you were staring into those deep purple eyes of his, eyes that to you seemed to be holding all the emotion in the world, eyes that always made him look far older than he was.
“Silly boy…you shouldn’t be sleeping out here in the cold, you know.”
Labrador mumbled something and you leaned in a little closer.
“What was that? I’m sorry, couldn’t hear you.”
“I had a dream about you,” Labrador repeated, his voice sleepy and lazy, a tender smile on his face as he looked up at you. Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes widening a little as you stared back at him, unsure of what to say or how to react. You knew you were blushing, but there was no way to stop it. Time felt it stopped while the two of you just looked at each other, but it was no more than a few moments before you nervously cleared your throat, averting your gaze as you stood up.
“I hope it was a good dream then.”
“It was,” his voice was soft, with something in it that you’d never quite heard in his voice before. You didn’t have time to try to wonder what it was though as, in the next moment, you felt his hand reach up and grab yours. His hand was cold, larger than you expected, but so soft overtop of your own and, without thinking, you grasped it back.
“Oh…oh…” you stammered out, “did you need help getting up or something?”
“No,” Labrador said, pulling himself into a sitting position and then up to stand beside you, wavering a little as pins and needles went through his chilled legs. “You’re just really warm. I like it.”
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August 18, 2023 - GVSU
I write this just after a trip down memory lane. My very first year at college was at Grand Valley State University, or GVSU for short. It was the first time I was away from home. I failed that first year. I flunked both semester. Had to move back home. Start over again at Community college. But lets not talk about the sad times. Instead, I want to reminisce about the good things.
I stayed in a first floor dorm room. We had a very small window at the tip top of our room, on account of the room being 3/4 into the ground. My dorm mate was named Josh. He was amazing. I got incredibly lucky with how awesome of a roommate I got. We would talk a lot. We would hang out and play video games or watch Game of Thrones (we binged the entire series). I have many found memories of conversating over nothing with him. We haven't talked since then. I should reach out.
In the first week of school beginning, we got hit with a tornado warning. I vividly remember stumbling into the main area of the dorm building and seeing a bunch of college kids aimlessly standing around. None of us, not even the RAs, knew what to do. We just watched the TV news until we got bored and then went back to our rooms. I guess we didn't care. It was an exciting, and in hindsight foreshadowing, event. It was an intense storm too.
Nearly every night I would walk around campus. Not going anywhere, just walking. There as a little walking path area that I would circle for over and over. I also enjoyed the walking by and admiring the Tower. I still see it in my dreams from time to time. Foreboding, but impressive. Ironically, I did not like walking to class. My dorm and the classrooms were on opposite sides of campus. I hated walking in the cold moorings. I did not like trekking that path for class, but loved it for aimless walking.
This last one isn't too much of a happy memory. Its heavy. One night, while doing my usual late night sandwich intake and scrolling social media, I came across a post that stopped my heart dead. A report of an active shooter at UofM. My home is near there. Most of my high school classmates are there. I cannot describe the fear that gripped me in that moment. Pure panic. At first, I didn't even move, instead staring at the post and rereading it over and over and over. I dropped my sandwich and left. I practically ran to my dorm room. I turned on police radio, informed Josh, and began doom scrolling. I remember calling my parents at one point as well. Tears. Thankfully, it was not real. Apparently, some kids were popping balloons and screaming. Pop and scream. American school kids have learned that sound well. Some immediately ran upon hearing the sound, which led to a cascade of all the others following suit. People barricaded themselves in. Chairs stacked on doors. Cops were called. But thankfully, it was misinterpretation. Nothing changed while I was in high school, Nothing has changed while I'm in college. But it will eventually.
On a happier note, I discovered a lot of good music then. The highlight was Post Malone. Specially, his new-ish album BeerBongs and Bentleys. I fell in love. That album was my anthem.
Better Now - Post Malone
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