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[redocity]

Buck with a reader who is Chris' teacher, and Eddie asks Buck to pick him up from school since he's on call whereas Buck isn't, but Buck got caught up in a little traffic so he's late so it's just Chris and reader hanging out in class, and when Chris sees Buck he's so dang happy and reader finds it infectious, and Buck and reader hit it off? (Maybe Buck 3.0?)

PICK-UP — E.BUCKLEY

buck pick’s up chris from school as a favour, and finds himself oddly fond of chris’ teacher.

evan buckley x gn!teacher!reader | fluff | 1.2k | masterlist.

a/n — buck 3.0 deserves all the happiness in the world

You glanced at the clock on the wall, watching the second hand tick by as the classroom emptied out, until it left just you and Christopher.

His classmates had already been picked up, one by one, but Chris was still waiting patiently in his seat near the window, flipping through a book about space.

You smiled at the sight. He was always so curious, and it didn’t take much for him to lose himself in a new discovery.

“Everything okay, Chris?” You asked, coming over to sit beside him.

He looked up, his face bright with a grin. “Yeah, my dad said Buck was coming to pick me up today,”

You nodded, though you couldn’t help but glance at the clock again. “I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” you said, hoping to reassure him.

Eddie had called earlier to let you know that his shift was running late, so Buck, whoever that was, had stepped in to help.

You hadn’t met him before, but from the way Chris talked about him in class, it was clear Buck was an important figure in his life.

The minutes stretched on, and the school parking lot outside began to clear out, with fewer and fewer cars rolling through. It wasn’t like you had any pressing plans, but you hated to think of Chris waiting much longer.

“Want to play a quick game while we wait?” you suggested, pulling out a deck of cards from your desk.

Chris nodded eagerly, and before long, the two of you were playing a quiet round of Go Fish, his laughter filling the room as you tried to act overly dramatic each time he asked for a card.

You couldn’t help but enjoy moments like these—teaching wasn’t always easy, but it was days like this, spending time with kids like Chris, that reminded you why you loved it so much.

Then, just as you were reshuffling the deck for another round, you heard hurried footsteps echoing down the hall. The door swung open, and a tall man burst in, slightly out of breath but grinning widely.

“Hey, buddy!” he called, his voice full of warmth.

“Buck!” Chris’s face lit up in a way that was absolutely infectious, his joy so pure that it tugged at your heartstrings. He quickly abandoned the card game, pushing his chair back as Buck crossed the room in a few long strides to give him a hug.

“Sorry I'm late,” Buck said, kneeling down to meet Chris’s height. “Got caught in some traffic. But hey, I'm here now!”

Chris beamed up at him, clearly unfazed by the wait. “It’s okay! We were playing Go Fish!”

Buck chuckled, his eyes flicking up to meet yours for the first time, and you felt an odd flutter in your chest. He was handsome in a casual, rugged sort of way—dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, but with an air of confidence that made him stand out.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” he said, standing up and extending a hand toward you. “I’m Buck, by the way.”

You took his hand, smiling warmly. “No problem at all. I’m Chris’ teacher.”

His grip was firm but friendly, and when he let go, you found yourself still feeling the warmth of it. “Chris talks about you a lot,” Buck said, his tone light but sincere. “Says you’re the best at making science fun.”

Chris, still holding onto Buck’s side, nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, they’re the best!”

You laughed, feeling a blush creep into your cheeks at the compliment. “Well, Chris makes it easy. He’s a great student.”

Buck’s eyes softened as he looked at Chris, the fondness unmistakable. “Yeah, he is.”

The moment hung in the air for a beat, comfortable yet filled with an energy you couldn’t quite put your finger on. There was something about Buck—his warmth, the way he interacted with Chris, and the way he had this effortless ability to make you feel at ease.

“Can we finish the game before we go?” Chris blinks between the two of you, and you spare a glance in Buck’s direction at the request. It was his call at the end of the day.

“Please?”

Buck folds almost immediately. “Alright,”

“Do you play Go Fish?” you asked, a playful challenge in your voice, as you held up the deck of cards.

Buck grinned, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m not sure you want to challenge me to join you. I’m kind of a pro.”

“Oh yeah?” you raise an eyebrow amusedly. “Care to test that theory?”

Chris’s face lit up even more at the idea, clearly excited at the prospect of Buck joining in. “Yeah, let’s play! Come on, Buck!”

Buck shot you a look, full of that infectious charm, and you found yourself laughing despite yourself. “Alright, deal me in,” he said, pulling up a chair.

The three of you spent the next fifteen minutes laughing and playing cards, with Chris dramatically declaring every match he made while Buck exaggeratedly groaned each time you won a round. There was a lightness in the room that made time slip away without you even noticing.

Before long, though, the game came to a close, and it was time for them to head out. As Buck helped Chris gather his things, you stood up, feeling a slight pang of disappointment that the moment was ending.

“Thanks again for staying late,” Buck said, his voice softer now. “I appreciate it,”

“Of course,” you replied. “Anytime.”

Buck hesitated for a second, then smiled. “Maybe we’ll see you around?”

There was something in the way he said it—hopeful, almost—as if he wasn’t just talking about school pickups. You found yourself nodding, a warmth spreading through you that had little to do with the classroom. “Yeah,” you said softly. “Maybe you will,”

As Buck and Chris walked out the door, Chris fumbling with his crutches to wave over his shoulder, you couldn’t help but smile.

The room felt a little quieter without them, but you had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see Buck. Something told you he’d be around again, and maybe—maybe—that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about old Worst Wolverine being called by each of the X men individually after they have a falling out because Logan injured a child very badly to the point the only reason they didn't die is because another classmates healing abilities all while he just... walked away.

Well- ran.. away... leaving a child to die. He's tried to explain thousands of times that he blacked out, that he didn't remember doing any of this. He tries to say that maybe it was someone else, that mystique did this shit all the time in his universe.

"Yeah, well!? This isn't your universe! Because the REAL Logan would never do this.." Scott screams at him as Logan leaves the Mansion for the last time. He doesn't come back. He didn't even get to tell his Xkits goodbye. It got to the point where Laura dropped out, taking Gabby with her, wanting nothing to do with the school anymore.

So now, here he is. In Maine, an old fisherman, part-time hunter, and the only people he lets around him have healing factors.

He lives with Wade, who still- by the way- doesn't have any grey hairs (maybe because hes bald but- yk)

One night, while Logan is out, making himself feel useful by feeding the small town they're in, providing for more poor families, feeding their children's hungry mouths and asking nothing in return but respect. (It gets to the point that the children cheer when they see Logan, wanting to hug him, but he growls at them to get off, too afraid of hurting them) Wade finally awnsers the ringing phone.

"What." There's vemon in his tone, but soon his eyes widden, and he frowns.

Walking outside he stands there a moment, knowing Logan can hear him.

He ignores him, looking at the fish, litsening, his breathing slowing as he skewers some with his claws. Its not exactly spear fishing but- close.

"What?" His voice is almost annoyed, as if knowing what his long time Husband was about to ask him.

"Logan.."

"No."

"Logan-"

He shakes his head. "Don't care."

"...She's missing."

He pauses, turning after scraping the dead fish into a bucket. "Who's missing?"

"There's a little girl missing."

"So?"

"Logan!"

"I'm not helping them, Wade. That's final." He growls.

For a moment, Wade frowns, but he didn't learn to obey thy husband like the bible said.

He never did.

"Logan, there's a 6 year old out there. All alone. Cold. Probably going to be eaten by wolves!" He shouts from the back porch, knowing his place enough to stay here and not come near his fish. Even after all these years, Logan was still finicky over his food. "And all because some old fart won't help her!"

The silence thickened as Logan thought about it, the hero side of his brain yelling 'We'll find her!' And the hurt old part of him saying 'That's not my buisness.'

".. You find her then." He compromises.

"I can't! And if anyone knows those Canadian woods, it's you! You said you knew those forests like the back of your hand!" Wade protests. "If I could smell someone through miles of freezing snow, I would. But I can't. So here I am, asking The Wolverine to go do what he does best."

He grunts, glaring. "And that is?"

"Helping a little girl get back to her mommy..." Wade says, knowing that he was sold. He knew he was sold the moment he told him to do it himself. "She doesn't have much time, Logan." He sighs, putting a cherry on top.

The greyed man huffed, grumbling under his breath for a moment. "Who will stay here with the dog?"

"Gabby can! She loves gabs." Gott'em.

"What about Laura? Why can't she find her?"

Shit.

"Logan, Laura has barley been in those woods. You've lived in them for years. So. What will it be. Pull up your panties and go save a little girls life? Or do it anyway when our baby girl gets lost too?"

Logan scoffs, disappointed. "..She wouldn't get lost.."

"She would if the scent kept being blown away.."

Wade adds, seeing the 'god damn it, he's right.' look on the old mans brow.

He lets out a large sigh. "...I don't want any help."

"Oh well too fucking bad bucko, I'm gonna go pack my snow suit!"

"No! I mean... I don’t want any help from THEM.."

"No promises. I'm not letting poor Susie die just because you have a grudge. Now put your fish in the freezer and lets go! They're coming to pick us up-"

"I ain't flying!!" Logan snarls, watching as his lover ran off, having a deep feeling that he would be in the air shortly..

[aikidoheroine]

"Me as a person?" That took a bit for Tenko to think over. She did feel like a part of her identity was wrapped up in her talent. Who was she outside of that? "Well, I love idols," Tenko began, because it's where her mind went first. "And I'm lucky that one of my classmates is an idol! I also love anything magic, especially magical girls! I like playing rhythm games, it combines a lot of what I like at once!" Which is why if you ever dropped Tenko in an arcade, she would go towards the DRR mats. Perhaps another way in which Tenko would gravitate towards her talent at times. But then, she had never given that much thought, at least not before Setsuka had directly asked her to think about herself more. "What about you, Setsuka? What made you decide to approach me and ask me to be your bodyguard?" Tenko was certainly curious about that.

"Hello, are you the one they call Tenko? I'm a little unfamiliar with your expertise if i'm to be honest but i may need your help".

The woman looked to be slightly older than Tenko, with blue hair, a gray trench coat and her bangs covering one of her violet eyes.

Tenko opened her mouth to answer, but initially no words came out. The aikido master had met many women in her life, but this blue-haired woman was drop-dead gorgeous. When Tenko finally found her words, she said, "Do you mean my Neo Aikido? Because I would certainly be glad to teach you anything that you might want to know about it!"

[selectivelyslytherin]

The Two of Us

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Summary: You have a secret crush on your friend Mattheo and have a tendency to write about it. One day, you accidentally turn in your journal filled with confessions of your love, instead of your assignment. What will your professor think?

I sat quietly writing in my journal when I heard a slight clatter at the other end of the common room, then the familiar sound of some very loud voices.

“Incoming” Pansy stated not peeling her eyes from the homework she had been working on next to me.

“At least we had a bit of peace,” I told her.

“What are you working on?” Mattheo said slumping himself into the couch next to me. “Well, I WAS just doing a bit of writing, but I have trouble hearing the sound of my own thoughts when you lot show up.”

“Too distracting, are we?” Enzo said wiggling his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes.

“A bit too obnoxious,” I replied. I leaned back in my seat, allowing my gaze to drift over the group as they carried on a conversation about the latest Quidditch match. I caught sight of Mattheo sitting beside me. The way his sharp smile spread across his face made my heart flutter unexpectedly, sending a warm rush through me as I felt a pang of longing in my chest.

The following day in Charms, I found myself unable to focus as Professor Flitwick droned on, his voice a monotonous background noise that seemed to blend into the walls of the stone classroom. I looked around, noticing my classmates' various levels of focus—or lack thereof. A few were doodling in their notebooks, others whispered to one another, half-heartedly trying to stay engaged, while some had simply surrendered to boredom, slumped over their desks. Suddenly, I felt a soft nudge at my side.

“Hey, did you catch a single word Flitwick just said?” Mattheo whispered, his voice barely above a breath. He leaned closer, his dark curls falling slightly over his eyes.

I blinked, trying to shake off the fog in my mind. “Uh—no, I didn’t. Why?”

“He just assigned a project, and I’d rather not end up with bad marks because you were too busy daydreaming.”

I raised an eyebrow, “What does my daydreaming have to do with your grade?”

“We’re partners in this project, you really weren’t paying attention at all, then? Never thought I’d see the day when I’d have to help you with schoolwork.” His tone held a playful challenge, as if he relished the role reversal.

I sighed, realizing I would need to make an effort to actually focus, not just for my sake, but for Mattheo's as well. The last thing I wanted was for our project to suffer because my mind decided to wander.

I pulled out a fresh journal for our project as Mattheo and I sat in the corner of the library.

“I need you to actually help with this project, you’ll have plenty of time for your writing later.” Mattheo stated.

“I am?”

“What’s with your journal then?”

“This is a fresh one.”

“Oh, looks like the one you're always writing in. What are you always writing about in that thing anyway?” He questioned.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” I said with a slight smirk.

We spent the next few hours perfecting every detail of our project.

“I think if I have to use even 1% more brain power on this for today, I will actually die,” Mattheo spoke.

“So dramatic, I’m burnt out at this rate as well. Let’s call it a night. I can polish it up in the morning and turn it in.”

Mattheo nodded. We both sat in silence for a bit. “This is nice,” he said.

“What is?”

“Just the two of us, the silence,”

I blushed as my heart fluttered at his words “Just the two of us,”

We sat with the silence for a bit longer before I told Mattheo I was headed up to bed. As I entered my dorm, I sat down to write.

“Today, he told me how nice it was to spend time together, just the two of us. I felt a flutter of hope as if they might hint at something more profound beneath the surface. I couldn’t help but wonder if he felt a spark of something beyond friendship. Yet, I was reminded of reality: we are just friends. Still, I couldn't push away the little pangs of longing I feel.” It wasn't long before I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I woke up late, in a frenzy, I threw all of my things into my bag and headed off for my first class, missing breakfast entirely. I had missed the opportunity to work any further on our project for charms and hoped that what we had would be enough. I walked into class just in time to hand in our project and took my seat.

“Woah you look all out of sorts,” Mattheo whispered.

“Way to make a gal feel good about herself, Matty. I woke up late.” I shot back at him in a hushed tone.

“Woah woah I never said you weren’t pretty, did you read over the project?” He asked. I blushed at his almost compliment.

“No, but it’ll be alright, we spent a lot of time on it.”

As we settled into our seats, we both shifted our focus to the front of the room, bracing ourselves for another monotonous lecture that promised to drag on longer than our patience could bear. It was another typical day in class, where the minutes seemed to stretch endlessly.

I plopped myself into my usual spot on our common room couch for my afternoon writing session before the evening chaos that came as the common room became more of a social space. I reached into my bag and pulled out my journal. However, the moment I began to skim the pages, a wave of horror washed over me.

This was something straight out of a nightmare. A stand in front of an audience in your underwear sort of nightmare. My heart raced as I realized I had handed Professor Flitwick the wrong journal. The one filled with my most personal inner thoughts. Mainly many, many pages of myself gushing about interactions with Mattheo. Panic coursed through my veins as I bolted from the couch, my mind racing as I plotted how to retrieve the journal before he could read any of it. If I didn’t make it before he had read anything, the humiliation would be unbearable. With determination set on my face, I rushed towards the classroom.

I took a deep breath before entering Flitwick’s classroom, not wanting to alarm him. If he hadn’t got the chance to read it, no harm done.

“What can I do for you?” He questioned.

“Uh, I turned in the wrong journal and was wondering if I could have the one I turned in back, I brought the right one with me this time.”

Flitwick frowned. “I’m sorry dear, I’m afraid I don’t have it, but I will take that one from you, if that’s alright?”

“Where.. where is the other?” I asked him.

“Oh, I handed it to young Mr. Riddle, I read a few pages and realized I must have gotten the wrong one. I figured he would have returned it by now.”

The color drained from my face. I handed him the journal. “Thank you, professor!” I shouted running toward my dorm. There was no way. If Mattheo had my journal he was most definitely reading its contents by now. I did NOT want to face him anytime soon so my best bet was to hide away in my dorm and try to avoid the utter humiliation that was bound to happen. I entered the common room and saw my friends greeting me. I was thanking any higher being out there upon noticing Mattheo’s absence from the group. “Sorry gotta go, guys!” I said heading towards my dorm. I just wanted to be alone.

I lounged in bed, the weight of sleep almost enveloping me, when a sudden knock shattered the silence. My heart raced with anxious energy as I pushed myself up. With a steadying breath, I made my way to the door.

As I pulled the door open, I was met with Mattheo's familiar gaze. “Can I come in?” he asked, his voice a casual blend of confidence and urgency. Without pausing for an answer, he stepped inside, brushing past me as if he belonged there. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air, mixing with my lingering sleepiness. “Uh, I guess,” I stammered, feeling as though I had little say in the matter.

“So, uh—” he began, his voice trailing off as he fidgeted with his hands, clearly unsure of how to proceed.

“I’m really sorry,” I interjected, my heart racing as I avoided his gaze, focusing instead on the worn-out floor beneath my feet.

“Sorry for what?” he asked, a hint of confusion creeping into his expression as he raised an eyebrow.

“I went to get my journal from Flitwick,” I explained. “He told me you have it, which means you must have read at least some parts of it.” As I spoke, I felt heat creeping up my cheeks, the embarrassment coiling tightly in my stomach.

“Why are you apologizing for that?”

“You know why,” I replied sharply, frustration bubbling to the surface.

“I didn’t read it all,” he said, his tone softening a bit. “I just read enough to realize that you were writing about some kind of seemingly unrequited love…”

“Like I said, I’m sorry,” I reiterated, desperation tinging my words. “Can you please just hand it back to me and leave?”

“Why do you want me to go?” he asked, his brow furrowing as he took a step closer, his presence overwhelming.

“This is humiliating, Mattheo! You were never supposed to see any of that. Nobody was,” I shot back, my voice wavering with emotion.

“It’s not humiliating, I think it’s sweet,” he countered, a gentle smile breaking through his earlier tension. “And for the record, it’s not unrequited.”

My heart skipped a beat as I processed his words. “What?”

“I love you too,” he admitted, his voice low and sincere.

Before I could fully respond, he moved in closer, his lips brushing against mine with a softness that sent a jolt of electricity through me. In that moment, everything else faded away, and I found myself lost in the unexpected tenderness of his kiss.

[angrywerewolfbeliever]

How I manifested getting into my dream school

*For some context, high school in my country is for fifteen to nineteen year olds*

I've always loved academics, and I've always been very smart, and because of that, I really wanted to go to this one particular, very academically challenging high school that is very difficult to get into.

For all of middle school, I kept thinking and worrying about whether or not I'd get in. I already knew about reality shifting and manifestation, and I believed it fully, but I was ridiculously misinformed, insecure, limiting, and inconsistant, so it's really no suprise that didn't get me anywhere.

Anyway, to get into this school you need to take an exam. I procrastinated studying for it, and the closer I got to the dreaded exam, the more I doubted my intelligence, manifestation as a whole, and most importantly, the likeness of me getting in.

After the exam, my anxiety worsened, especially because I didn't get into another school I applied to.

Safe to say, when the results came in, I was told I didn't get in.

Was I devastated? Yes. Did I want to rot in bed, soaking in self-pity? Also yes. Did I do that? No.

I don't think I had ever wanted anything more than to get in, so I sure as hell wasn't going to give up so easily.

I pulled myself together and said to myself, "No. I did get in. This is a mistake." This was immediately after I got the results. Of course, I still felt sad and disappointed, but I shoved those feelings down as deep as possible. For the next two weeks, I affirmed that I'm going to that school in the upcoming September, I checked what bus I'll need to take, I imagined me and my friend who did get in talking about how excited we are to be classmates, etc.

I knew that a second wave of people would get accepted in a couple of months, so my main affirmation was that I would be one of them and that I'd be first in line.

For the next two weeks, I spent all my free time, whether it was break between classes or walking my dog, affirming. Whenever I found myself thinking, "What if I don't get in?" I'd immediately tell myself to shut up, and I'd continue affirming. After a couple of days, my affirmations started popping up in my mind by themselves. After a week, I fully believed them. It didn't matter anymore that I didn't have the physical proof.

And guess what? My mom got an email from the school telling her that I got in. Keep in mind that those results weren't supposed to be out for a couple more months. I was first in line after all the others that got in and a spot opened. Not only was i first in line, but the amount of points that separated me from the last person who got in on result day was 0.05!

Now I go to that school and I couldn't be happier :)

The takeaway from this is:

1. Manifestation is incredibly simple,

2. Persist, persist, persist,

3. Circumstances don't fucking matter,

4. The 3D is your bitch and it's going to show you whatever you want it to so don't care if you're seeing the opposite,

5. Believe in yourself!!!

With love,

Venus

[bibibbon]

Characters with wasted potential: Mina Ashido

This ask inspired me to make a longer post on mina and the wasted potential of her arc.

Mina was first introduced as a light hearted and fun character that added an extra pop to the series whenever she appeared. Mina is loud, funny and relatable. All of mina's moments before the war arc are to add a light hearted tone to the story and she is usually seen through the lenses of others who also view her as this confident and outgoing student.

we never see her deeply upset (not to the point that it effects her character on a long term effect) and from other characters prespectives like ejiro we see that he views her as an incredibly heroic person who can somehow solve situations with a breeze (horikoshi makes mina the idealised image that kirishima wants to be) and the other parts of 1A and the teachers view her in a similar fashion thinking that she is outgoing and a confident character who has potential to be a great hero.

Mina's relationship with kirishma and the way hori uses their characters is really interesting (I would of definitely loved a lot more of it) and I want to focus a bit more on how kirishima viewed ashido and how that is the image that we also naturally establish for Mina's character which all shatters during and after the war arc.

The image that kirishima sets for mina is an image of a perfect girl, with a perfect quirk for heroics and a perfect teenager that does well socially and school wise. Mina fits exactly what UA looks for and she is exactly what kirishima wants to be. I think what's even more interesting is that kirishima focuses and chooses to highlight the part of mina that is courageous, passionate and the one that stands for others without even thinking. Kirishima doesn't focus at all on the aftermath of the situation, he doesn't acknowledge the scared mina who completely collapses and starts sobbing after such an encounter. No, kirishima is too focused on himself and his own self hating to recognise the true mina, the other half of her and the more real not perfect image of her.

Mina is in a way kirishima's catalyst. The perfect image that he has of her is what influences him to change and in the end even as he becomes "more like her" (outgoing, loud, energetic,optimistic) he still doesn't end up becoming her because he doesn't acknowledge the other sides of her (well he will in this rewrite/post and it can be argued that he does in canon)

However, during and after the war arc that definitely changes and I would like to argue that we see mina lose a bit of her spark that she once had before. (Or she will in this post)

Mina during the war arc starts to show her insecurities and we start to see her own fear. This is the first arc where we see mina from Mina's prespective. This is the first arc where we see just how effected mina was by her encounter with gigomachia and we see how it haunts her.

During the war arc we see mina cling to her optimistim and positivity. This is specifically seen when it comes to the midnight situation and we see her denying the mere possibility thay midnight is dead. Midnight can't possibly be dead because she is a hero, their teacher who still has tons to teach them so she can't be dead. Midnight can't be dead, they have went through things like this before and everyone was alright so midnight will make it right? These were the thoughts that went through mina's head, a mental battle one where she pitifully clawed and held her innocence and naivety for as long as she could until she saw midnight's dead and mutilated body thats when it was forcefully taken from her. That's when mina had to come to terms with reality at full force.

Seeing midnight's dead body was Mina's last straw in mha. Mina had to come face to face with the mangled corpse of her favourite teacher infront of her after all of that denial, wishing and praying however,reality of her situation hit her hard. We see Mina hold midnight's hand maybe in an effort to check if midnight is alive just for her skin to meet the cold dead skin of her teachers or maybe in a sombrely failed attempt to comfort both herself and midnight whose already dead.

Even though midnight's death was the last straw for mina in the mva arc, gigomachia and his reappearance also played a huge role to Mina's character. As I have mentioned before the mva arc is the first arc that we see mina through mina's own respective perspective and lense meaning that her first encounter with gigomachia was through kirishima's lense. Kirishima (as mentioned before) only saw the courage and strength that mina had and that he lacked. While mina broke down crying in fear kirishima doesn't truly register that and is too busy internalising his own self hatred for being incompetent and unable to help his school mates.

So what happens when mina meets gigomachia again for a second time? And how is this significant to her character? Mina doesn't recognise gigomachia the 2nd time she meets him not at first that is. However, even when she doesn't recognise him she is still cautious and afraid yet tries her best to push through it and get the job done as so many people are depending on her. We see Mina try and fail to cling to her optimisitc, happy go personality. We see the slow and dark reality catch up to her as she questions if midnight is alive or if she can even do what she needs to do. Ultimately, these dark thoughts catch up to Mina and when she hears Gigomachia up close she instinctively freezes her body going back to that moment in middle school where she was overcome with so much fear that all she could do was cry.

We then see the transition between high school hero costumes Mina and middle school Mina. It's a beautifully drawn page by horikoshi that cements the point and shows us including kirishima that Mina isn't just optimistic against all odds but she is a scared teenager trying to survive a war that the HPSC sent her to fight, a war that she should of never been apart of. Mina just like the rest of her classmates is scared, young, naive and a vulnerable student that is treated as a solider within a broken system.

The page also shows us just how much the past haunts mina, it completely destroys all of our previous thoughts of mina and the impressions she has given us as we get to see the truth that Mina was trying to hide from everyone and herself : Mina is scared and she never moved on.

All of that pressure and hope that everyone put on Mina so she could put Gigomachia to sleep failed. Mina couldn't do it and instead of berating her there's a moment of tension and sympathy that we collectively share for mina as readers and even the heroes within the story have that feeling. It's exactly that moment that kirishima also comes to a full circle understanding of Mina and how she like him was also scared, that she moved because she put the fear behind her and she feuled herself with that fear.

Mina and kirishima's positions in this arc switch its mina's turn to come face to face and tackle her fears, deconstruct the happy go personality and show us the duality of her character while it's kirishima's turn to step up and fully understand Mina helping him become a better hero and a character.

Kirishima takes the brute force of that hit while delivering the sleeping substance into gigomachia's mouth. All of this while helping save mina. This moment shows kirishima as a character reaching his supposed peak while Mina reaches her one of her lowest points. Overwhelming anxiety and fear can be seen throughout the page as mina expresses verbal distress over what happend to kirishima. She is scared for her friend and she blames herself for it. She blames not being fast enough, strong enough, brave enough to do what she was tasked to do. She blames herself for crumbling under the pressure and memories of the past. In a rush of pure adrenaline and determination she shouts and tries to reach for kirishima praying that he is okay. Her list of worries growing, this isn't just about survival but also about the life she had the life that might be changed so drastically today. Another person Mina has to think and beg that they can't be dead, it simply isn't their time it can't be their time not yet right?

The war arc passes and Mina is incredibly effected by the tragedy. Her life is no longer the same and she still blames herself. Mina is tired, she is angry and she is scared.

The next time we see Mina there is no smile on her face, a strange image that is. We see that she is angry, she is also scared and she is planning something. A mixture of emotions all that lead to the brewing ideas of revenge. Revenge or a sliver of it was in Mina's mind the moment she woke up in the hospital and remembered her loss, desire for revenge grew as she hears of her teacher and classmates condition, it then grows after attending funereals. Little by little the desire for revenge grows bigger and bigger. Upon this mess Mina is spiralling and well who can see it if the whole of Japan is plunged into a post apocalyptic doom? It takes a while but iida sees it then kirishima sees it.

For iida and kirishima they start of as little hints things that can go unnoticed like mina asking iida and shoto for their training routine to get stronger, or mina writing something in a notebook, then whenever Mina would just be outside of the dorms at night training and with that same book. All of these little things add to the suspicion little by little until the vigilante arc. For iida it finally clicks when he sees mina pouring her heart our saying that she doesn't want to lose anyone else and then his theory is further cemented when he sees her reaction to yuuga being the ua traitor.

The revelation of yuuga being the ua traitor sends mina eveb furher into her spiral a mixture of emotions is she is feelings with a stronger desire for revenge now more than ever. Iida confronts her about it and she tries to feign ignorance but knows that it's pointless and tells him everything. Iida disapproves and shares his own experience and while mina does contemplate and think about it she still wants revenge she still wants justice and her decision doesn't change.

In the end, when it came to the fight mina grows both mentally and physically realising that she is afraid and accepting that. She learns and understands the other party to an extent they're all humans at the end of the day all of them with emotions and connections. Yes mina wants revenge, yes she wants justice but when given the chance she is more willing to sacrifice those actions and ideals to protect her classmates and friends because at the end her desires of revenge all stemmed from loss, fear and the failure to protect what was once so close to her.

In the second war arc, mina expresses her thoughts of revenge she expresses her anger and her understanding to both midnight's killer, gigomachia and redestro. Kirishima also hears her and a further layer of understanding deepens their bond with both of them sharing what they think about the other. Kirishima views mina as his hero, she is his catalyst and she is who he wants to be where for mina she is glad to have a friend as courageous as kirishima, someone who can laugh with her, someone who can cry with her, who can understand her.

All of these emotions and interactions are what make mina who she is. Her grief, her power, her love, her laughter, her friends all of these little intracies that were once attachments and burdens are what feul mina to be better, do better and ultimately turn all of that into hard raw determination and power so she can fight to protect instead of harm.

This idea is reflected in the improvements of minas capabilities in the second war arc where she is successfully is able to form acidman a creature designed to protect and used to protect.

In conclusion, Mina is a character who could of been very complex since the story wanted to put a huge emphasis on her interactions with characters around her and how the changes in society effectively effect her making her feel various emotions. Mina is a teenage girl who is a hero, exposed to things at too young of an age and a character that matures with an intere understanding and tackling of her own views about heroes and villains. She in the end realises that the villains she is fighting are also humans the same as her and that gives her a better understanding of the hero world and society as a whole as she learns the duality of man.

[hirazuki]

Me, episode 1: Oh, a relatable protag! And a relatable female protag, at that. Sweet! That never happens.

Me, a few episodes in: Wait, the protag really is going to be my character? The one I identify with the most? Seriously? It's not going to be a strange, at least somewhat sinister, seemingly hostile male side character? It's gonna be a female character and the protagonist? That's insane, that literally never happens... what's the catch??

Me, more than halfway through the season: ... huh, I guess Maomao really is it. Okay, then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Me to myself, after episodes 22/23:

[xuexishijian]

音系学，音位学 - Phonology

音位学分析 yīnwèixué fēnxī - phonological analysis

音系表征 yīnxì biǎozhēng - phonological representation

心里表征 xīnlǐ biǎozhēng - mental representation

抽象表征 chōuxiàng biǎozhēng - abstract representation

单位 dānwèi - units

音段 yīnduàn - segment

音节 yīnjié - syllable

音节首 yīnjiéshǒu - onset

音节核 yīnjiéhé - nucleus

音节尾 yīnjiéwěi - coda

音拍 yīnpāi, 莫拉 mòlā - mora

音步 yīnbù - foot

莫拉理论 mòlā lǐlùn - moraic theory

音节长度 - syllable length

音位 yīnwèi - phoneme

最小对立体 zuìxiǎo duìlì tǐ - minimal pair

区别意义 qūbié yìyì - distinguish meaning

对立的 duìlì de - contrastive

边缘对立 biānyuán duìlì - marginal contrast

音位中和 yīnwèi zhōnghé - phonemic neutralization

音位变体 yīnwèi biàntǐ - allophone

环境 huánjìng - environment

条件变体 tiáojiàn biàntǐ - conditioned variant

自由变体 zìyóu biàntǐ - free variation (无条件变体）

预测 yùcè - predict

互补分布 hùbǔ fēnbù - complementary distribution

自然类 zìrán lèi - natural class

在一定条件下产生 "produced under certain conditions" (产生 chǎnshēng "give rise to, produce")

在其他实词中都呈现互补分布。"They all present complementary distributions in other content words."

如果有一群语音共享一个或多个发音或听觉特征，而且同一个语言的其他音没有，这群语音就组成一个自然类。"If a group of sounds shares one or more articulatory or auditory features, which are not shared by the other sounds of that language, then that group of sounds is a natural class."

音位配列 yīnwèi pèiliè, 语音组合法 yǔyīn zǔhé fǎ - phonotactics

规则 guīzé - rule

替换 tìhuàn - substitute, replace

语音同化 yǔyīn tónghuà - assimilation

语音异化 yŭyīn yìhuà - dissimilation

语音省略 yǔyīn shěnglüè - deletion, elision

插音 chāyīn - epenthesis, insertion

语音变换 yǔyīn biànhuàn - metathesis

补偿延长 bǔcháng yáncháng - compensatory lengthening

连音 liányīn- sandhi, liaison

变调 biàndiào - tone sandhi

底层表达 dǐcéng biǎodá - underlying representation (底层形式 dǐcéng xíngshì, 底层表现 dǐcéng biǎoxiàn)

表层表现 biǎocéng biǎoxiàn - surface form

自主音段音系学 zìzhǔ yīnduàn yīnxìxué - autosegmental phonology

特征 tèzhēng - feature

音层 yīncéng - tier, level (as used in phonological context)

自主音段音系学理论把不同的区别性特征放在不同的音层上。

超音段 chāoyīnduàn - suprasegmentals

韵律 yùnlǜ - prosody

语调 yǔdiào - intonation

音高 yīngāo - pitch

响度 xiǎngdù - loudness

重音 zhòngyīn - stress, accent

节奏 jiézòu - rhythm, timing

重音节奏 zhòngyīn jiézòu - stress-timed

音节节奏 yīnjié jiézòu - syllable-timed

音拍节奏 yīnpāi jiézòu - mora-timed

表征的模型 biǎozhēng de móxíng - representation models

样本理论 yàngběn lǐlùn - exemplar theory

自下而上的过程 zìxià'érshàng de guòchéng - bottom-up process

自上而下的过程 zìshàngérxià de guòchéng - top-down process

优选论 yōuxuǎn lùn - Optimality Theory

制约排列 zhìyuē páiliè - constraint ranking

忠实性制约 zhōngshí xìng zhìyuē - faithfulness constraint

标志性制约 biāozhì xìng zhìyuē - markedness constraint

候选项目 hòuxuǎn xiàngmù - candidate

其他啊啊啊 (other)

范畴性的 fànchóu xìng de - categorical

阶层性的 jiēcéng xìng de - gradient

感知 gǎnzhī - perceive

发音 fāyīn - produce (sound), pronounce, enunciate

[rainofthetwilight]

Ninjago, but as things my Classmates/People at my school said

(roughly translated huhuhu :"D)

-

Lloyd: How much does a dog cost?

Cole: I think uhh...90 dollars.

Kai: Nah, you should get Jay instead, for free.

-

Jay: Hey, what is something you're shy of, but eat?

Cole: What?

Jay: A bride. Because you get shy of her and then ea-

Cole: OKAY STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP THAT'S ENOUGH.

- Zane: YOU DONT KNOW WHAT PIG MEANS???

-

Kai, tired as fuck: Are you a cow or are you reading?

Nya, also tired: I'm a cow- READING. I'm READING.

-

Cole: You mean that girl who's face was shaped like a concave?

-

Lloyd, trying to get the Starferer website to work: WHY ISN'T THIS THING WORKING. GET PIXAL.

Jay: *Runs out of the room like his life depended on it*

Pixal: What, what is it?

Lloyd: Look, so I tried getting this thing too work too many times and it just wouldn't-

Pixal: *Literally just clicks on a fucking button*

-

Sora: Oh shit.

Lloyd: Oh shit for real.

-

look, id have alot more with how unhinged my school is but my memory is like "NO"

soo..part 1 maybe?? if i even remember lmao (or if i get more legendary words)

[bmpmp3]

[iwillbringyouruin]

Unpaid internships should be illegal, fucking hell

[blooming-cecilia]

secret valentine ft. diluc and venti

today’s date is something that becomes even more painfully obvious to you as you walk the path towards your first class of the day. there are more people scattered around the campus grounds, peers and couples alike exchanging gifts, the spirit of love and giving in the air.

you smile to yourself as you glance down at the extra bag of gifts you brought with you today. it’s valentine’s day today, and while you might not have a special someone in mind to spend the rest of the day with, you did plan to hang out with your friends after classes today, and you might have prepared a little something to give to each of them too. you don’t care much for the occasion itself, but it’s always nice to put smiles on the faces of people you hold dear to you, and give a little thanks for their companionship.

you continue walking to your classroom, the small smile still on your face at the nice weather and the lighthearted mood. when you arrive, you greet your classmates with a good morning! and a happy valentine’s!, thanking those who hand you any presents. you turn to your desk, finding some of your friends surrounding your desk, chattering amongst themselves at what seems like a present sitting on your desk. curiously, you approach, and they part to let you see the mysterious gift.

diluc 

all of your classmates have been wondering about the big wrapped gift on your desk. your friends were anxiously waiting for you, waiting for you to finally get to the classroom and open that giant gift. 

you were immediately dragged into the room and to your desk once they saw your head peeking out from the staircase, and when you finally opened the gift, everyone gasped.

it's a basket full of your favorite food, the really expensive kind. those pricey chocolates you'd only get as gifts from wealthier relatives? imported snacks from various countries? there’s several of those in the basket. some of them are even unfamiliar to you, which makes it all the more exciting. 

you can tell that whoever this mystery person is, they took great care in ensuring the snacks they give you are ones you really liked, or at least for the unfamiliar ones, they thought hard to think if the snack would be up to your taste. 

you can also tell that this person wanted to provide you with only high-quality items. the packaging does not have any sort of damage, each of them carefully arranged to look appealing and to avoid damage in transit.

there is no sender or any sort of indicator as to who this mysterious person is. they're careful to cover their tracks, as the card that comes with it is a simple printed graphic for valentines. included are well wishes of, i hope you enjoy my simple present. have a wonderful day., as well as your name at the end, still printed at the back. no handwriting to be seen.

despite you not knowing who this stranger is, part of you is sure that this person’s intentions are truly genuine, to only share what they could with you—despite it being more than you’ve ever been given by anyone—it was not a show of wealth as some of your friends have suggested. after all, if it was, why is their name not plastered all over the gift? 

your friends bounce off students they know of in school that may fit the bill of a mysterious rich admirer, to which you mostly tune out once they became annoying, focusing instead on the yummy snacks this person sent you. you're curious as to who this is of course, but with how many students there are in this school, it's going to be like finding a needle in a haystack. 

still, you hope that one day they find the courage to reveal themselves to you. it's only right that you give your personal thanks, and perhaps, a little something of your own to gift to them, too.

(you and your friends fail to notice the red haired man sitting at a table farther away from yours, discreetly peeking towards your seats to see you munch on your treats. he smiles to himself seeing you so obviously delighted by the tasty treats, and his mind starts to plan for yet another basket of treats…or perhaps, this time, he can give you trinkets that remind him of you now, too?)

venti

your eyes look down to your desk to find a small but quaint gift box. it’s a cardboard gift box that's dyed in your favorite colors, and has a rather elaborate design all over it. it’s secured together by a ribbon, tied into a rather complicated and intricate bow, a small tag on it with the valentines greeting, your name, and nothing else. 

whoever this person is, they’ve got an eye for style and aesthetics, and clearly paid attention to the kinds of designs you liked.

you delicately untie the bow, almost a little sad to ruin their work. you take off the lid of the box to see…

…a mixtape?

well, no, not literally of course. nobody owns a functioning cassette player anymore these days. but this person seems to be rather old-fashioned still, to gift you with two cds, along with what seems to be a worn notebook? 

you shift your focus to the two cds, setting down the notebook for now. 

you observe the cd cases, the doodles and hand drawn typography on it immediately catching your attention. it seemed to have been drawn on with permanent markers, in a variety of colors too. the cds are also written on with what each cd contains.

each case also comes with a little handwritten letter inserted in the inner part of the case. you find that there’s no name written on those letters either, just some sweet notes (perhaps the sweetest you’ve ever gotten in your life! quite the poet this one is…), and a tracklist scribbled in for you.

you safely tuck away the cds into the box when your professor walks in, the rest of the class rushing to settle down into their seats, and you try not to let your curiosity take over your mind as you turn your focus onto your professor.

you were, in fact, unable to keep your curiosity at bay. 

and neither could your friends, as they crowd around you and your ancient laptop at your usual spot outside your building. they urge you to insert the first cd into your disk drive, and you mumble to yourself about how thankful you are to yourself for keeping around the same laptop you got when you were sixteen—or rather, for being too broke to afford an upgrade.

a folder pops up when your pc processes the contents of the cd, and a list of mp3 tracks pop up, matching the tracklist written on the note in the case.

the first cd is a collection of songs that remind this person of you. it turns out to be quite a lengthy playlist, the first couple of tracks make you think that it's just some kind of prank with how generalized the songs are, but the more you listen to them, the more you find yourself in them, lyrics that apply to you and melodies exactly the way you like them.

your friends giggle and nudge you as they listen too, singing along to ones they are familiar with. 

(“hey, is this admirer of yours too broke for spotify premium? is that why they went with a cd—hey!” “c’mon it’s sweet someone did that for them! you’re just jealous your girlfriend won’t do that for you!”)

the second cd is a bit more special, as it's an album of songs this person has personally written for you, and about you. you find it a bit hard to believe that a stranger can make this many songs about you—especially when you're sure you don't have the slightest clue as to who they are. however, you're once again proven wrong when you listen to the songs. each one blows you away with how beautiful the melodies are, and the lyrics touch you so much, you can hardly believe someone even thinks of you as such.

(this of course, causes your friends to tease you even more… you’re rather flustered by both the thoughtful songs and your friends’ jokes.)

you all part ways soon after, and you only get the chance to take a peek at the notebook that comes with the cds when you get back home. you observe the worn notebook and skim through it, feeling the paper creases and indentions from the writing on each page. you quickly note that this notebook is actually your secret admirer’s thoughts and insights, both for their playlist of you and the album they wrote for you.

each track has commentary. they truly have a way with words, and you already feel so connected with this person by the stories they share about their song choices and their song writing. you smile and laugh at most of them, and even manage to tear up at some of the behind the scenes of the songs they’ve written for you. this mystery person is able to drag out such emotions from you despite the fact that you’ve never met… and now you’re certain you’ve fallen for them. or at least, you’re definitely much more intrigued by them now; you want to know more about them.

so you spend the next weeks listening to both cds over and over again. no, i’m not obsessed, you tell your friends when they notice. i’m simply enjoying the thoughtful gift this mystery person put together for me. they have good taste in music. 

you import all the songs into your phone to listen to them wherever you go, and on days you do bring your laptop, you still listen with the cds in the drive, as if it makes any difference. you constantly checking the cd’s folder like a new file will just pop up, perhaps a notepad file of more details about them…?

you feel sillier the longer this goes on. you really hope this isn’t just some ridiculously elaborate prank. the sheer audacity of this person to just drop you the most thoughtful gift, writing such wonderful stories and melodies and omit their name, aka the most important detail of all?!

you're going to find this person and give back everything they've done for you, if it's the last thing you do!

but for now…

perhaps you'll relax again and listen to that one song from their album. it's the perfectly calming track for a quick lil nap in between classes... 

(you fail to notice a head peeking behind a tree a little bit away from the one you lean against. eyes full of mirth and mischief, he giggles and coos to himself seeing you nap to one of the songs he's prepared just for you. with one last look at your peaceful sleeping face, he smiles and saunters away, slipping away before you can wake and notice him there. he's eagerly awaiting the day you'll find him, but for now, he enjoys sneaking around you and watching you pine for him.)

happy valentine's everyone! hope you enjoyed diluc and venti's gifts for you <3 if you'd like to give me a present too, perhaps a reblog would be nice? 👉👈

[bywandandsword]

This is the third Halloween in a row that I don't have anywhere to go or anything to do but wait on my porch for kids who aren't going to come, cause they all go down to the neighborhood down the road

It's just really depressing. This is my favorite holiday but it's hard to get excited for it. I'm going to try and make it special for myself, but it's just not the same when you have no one to celebrate with

[sqlmn]

Girl is the daughter to some famous guy and he loves her so so so so so so much and doesn't want her to be involved in fame and scandals. So he hires a bodyguard for her so that she can have some freedom and also NOT be seen with him. And bodyguard is just super chill with the man's gushing and doesn't originally try super hard to befriend the girl. It's a job and he just needs her safe and outta the spotlight.

It's going pretty well and is all fine until his friend shows up. Who looks really angy. And glares a lot. So she assumes this friend is just a punk and the bodyguard is like "oh he's nice. he just looks like that when he's nervous."

So when the bodyguard is like "ok i gotta go talk with your dad meaning I can't walk with you to school but I got permission to let my friend walk with you" and she's like okay. I understand. I'm resigned to my fate of never being independent. And then when the guy is like "I need proof or your dad will kill me" and she agrees, HE BEAMS BECAUSE HE GETS TO LIVE ANOTHER DAY. And he shows her the picture and is like "before I send it, this okay with you?" and she nods. She's never seen him smile like that. Huh.

And now the girl has her very loving dad, her loving mom, her protective and kind bodyguard and his weird (boy)friend. And so she has two separate groups of people that love her and she's really happy.

[undermine-the-instinct]

Yeah yeah, college is great and all, but what do you mean you dont know what a protaganist or an antagonist is? What do you mean you dont know what a hyperbole or simile is???

[thetimelordbatgirl]

New school attendance rules (that are stupid as fuck) being published has me learning people didn't even know that the UK fines people for their kids not being in school unauthorized???