#collegiate gothic

[gothic-architecture]

University of Michigan, Ann Arbor, Michigan

(Michigan Law School)

[thevampireofbrighton]

Oh to walk down these steps with a long robe trailing behind me

[queenofthedorks]

Okay, but not being able to find the floor legitimately happened to me in the library at Iowa State. Parks Library was built in the 20s and had a neo-classical style that most of the builds favored at the time. But it's then been added on to multiple times and one of the last big project basically enclosed the original building within the new building.

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I did my graduate work there, and I was located in the College of Design. The College of Design is one of two colleges on campus that has their own reading room and a lot of the art and design books are in the CoD Reading room. Also, as a grad student I usually did a lot more with journals than actual books or if I needed a book, I'd reserve it and then go pick it up. So aside from spending some quality time looking at the Grant Wood murals, or using the book scanner on the 1st floor, I had not spent a lot of time in this building.

But my second year, I'd waited until the last minute to do a literature review and I needed to find something that was located in the main library. Easy right? I understand how the cataloging system works.

Friends. I did not understand.

I got to the library. I pulled up the building map. I went to the place where the art books should be. The numbering stopped in the 500s and picked back up in the 900s in the next section.

The map indicated they were in a specific section of the library. I could not get to that section of the library. I went through doors. I went up and down floors. Everyone seemed blissfully unaware of the fact that the library was missing approximately 400 numbers worth of information and there was a whole section on the building map that existed that did not exists in real space.

I asked people. They would give me directions. The directions some how always led me back to cafe. I finally listened to what the library was telling me, stopped to get some coffee and a scotcharoo and then once again retraced the directions I'd been given, tried a door I was absolutely sure I'd tried before, and I found the Tiers.

Just endless shelves of books, low ceilings, and a basement feel despite having stepped through a door on the second floor of the library. The tiers have their own internal stairs, elevator, and floor numbering system. Parks Library has 5 floors including the basement, but there are 7 Tiers. Where are the other two floors? Do the Tiers just exists in a pocket dimension? Likely.

And when I was done, despite being absolutely certain that I left the Tiers the exact same way I came in which was not even on the same floor as the cafe, I still found myself in front of the cafe.

I made absolutely certain to order books on reserve and pick them up in the CoD design room for the remainder of my time at state.

college gothic

someone in your class mentions communism. they speak about it at length. you are in biology class.

you text your mother. she does not respond for 3 days. you text her again and then realize that it has only been 2 hours since your first text.

freshmen travel in packs. what are they afraid of.

your class is in room 153. the numbers start at 201. you cannot find the first floor.

someone is talking about communism. it is not the same person as last time. this is an english class.

your transcript says you have an A in philosophy 3310. you do not remember taking this class. what did you learn? what did you do?

you meet your elevator buddy. you do not speak. you never do. you ride in silence. one day, they are not there. you miss them.

your advisor refers you to the registrar. the registrar refers you to admissions. admissions refers you to both the registrar and your advisor. you have spoken to two people who do not exist and one who has been dead for ten years.

the boy who sits next to you wears the same clothes everyday. you think this is strange but when you mention it, he tells you that this is the first time he has worn this outfit. you realize that you have lived this day before.

you pass someone sleeping in the quad. he has always been there. stop looking at him.

someone answers, “communism.” it is not someone who has been previously mentioned. the question was, “what is an example of the art of ancient greece?”

you have a doppelganger on campus. you have never met them. they know all of your friends.

the seniors speak only to professors. their eyes are dead. they have given up the safety of the pack long ago.

the professor is talking about STD’s. your math class is very strange.

the powerpoint is in comic sans. you suspect that your economics professor is an extraterrestrial being after all.

“communism,” the man serving you lunch insists. wearily you nod. that’s what everyone says.

[isthisanaesthetic]

[vox-anglosphere]

Although a church has stood here since Saxon times, Manchester Cathedral finally emerged in its present High Gothic form in 1882.

[half-a-life]

The Basilica of St. Peter and St. Paul is a neo-Gothic church in Vyšehrad fortress in Prague, Czech Republic.

Founded in 1070–1080 by the Czech King Vratislav II, the Romanesque basilica suffered a fire in the year 1249 and has been rebuilt in Gothic and later in neo-Gothic style. The basilica features an impressive stone mosaic above its entry, and its twin 58 m towers can be seen atop a hill to the south from along the Vltava River in central Prague.

The Basilica and Royal Collegiate Church of St. Peter and St. Paul

Prague, Czech Republic 🇨🇿

[gothic-architecture]

University of Toronto, Ontario, Canada

fall around campus

[gothic-architecture]

Lund University Library, Scania, Sweden

(Kasper Vang Hansen)

[simmervlogs]

Wentworth Manor

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Fraternities have been impacted by the increase of off-campus housing starts in recent years. The Wentworth's examined their existing house and determined that for them to remain competitive, they needed to upgrade and increase their common amenity space.

In this area, most houses were built in the 1920s and early ’30s, affording a certain unity in design and volume, although many were altered in the post-war years. Most followed one of two architectural styles of the period—Collegiate Tudor/Gothic or Georgian Revival. This property includes a spacious foyer, 5 bedrooms, large bathroom, traditional kitchen, entertainment room, library and a casual living and dinning room. Th backyard also accommodates for a pool and deck for outdoor cooking. While majority of the features have been maintained by the Wentworth's, each student is more than free to decorate their own spaces as they see fit.

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[heritagebrowser]

Sint-Janskathedraal in 's Hertogenbosch.

Saint-John's Cathedral in den Bosch.

There used to be a Romanesque church on the spot where St. John's Church now stands. Construction probably started in 1220 and lasted until 1340. However, around 1370, possibly after its elevation to a collegiate church, this church gradually began to be replaced by a new church in Gothic style. The choir was probably completed around 1415, the transept around 1470, after which the nave was completed. From 1480 to 1496 the lavish Blessed Sacrament Chapel was added north of the choir. This chapel was used by the Illustre Lieve Vrouwe Broederschap. The Romanesque church, except for parts of the Romanesque tower, was demolished in 1505. Finally, a high crossing tower was built. The Gothic St. John was completed around 1530.

This Gothic St. John's was, as it were, built over its predecessor. Parts of the Romanesque church are still preserved. Originally, the old tower was also going to be demolished, but due to a lack of money this did not happen. The new tower of Sint-Jan was planned across the street. When this was abandoned, they had to improvise to adapt the church. This is clearly visible from the vaults in the side naves: at the place where they should connect to the Lady Chapel and the Baptistery respectively, the vaults are no longer correct: arches stop halfway, vault additions are not completed, etc. On the outside it is also clearly visible, because the 19th century westernmost windows are narrower than the rest of the windows.

The organ

The large organ in St. John's Cathedral in 's-Hertogenbosch is one of the most important organs in the Netherlands. The organ case of this organ is one of the most monumental from the Renaissance in the (Southern) Netherlands.

This organ has a long history that starts with its construction in the period 1618-1638 by Floris Hocque II, Hans Goltfuss and Germer von Hagerbeer. The rood loft and organ case were built by Frans Simons, a carpenter who probably came from Leiden. The sculpture of the organ case was carved by Gregor Schysler from Tyrol, who, like Floris Hocque, was based in Cologne.

The organ has been renovated, expanded and/or improved by several organ builders in recent centuries.

[gothic-architecture]

University of Glasgow, Scotland

[mantislyblaca]

Hattie M. Carstens was a beloved activist who served a variety of social causes in Detroit until her death in 1915. This school, designed by the firm Malcomson & Higginbotham, opened on Coplin Street and East Vernor Highway a year later and named in her honor.

The three-story school has an F-shaped floor plan, the result of additions in 1919 and 1921. This made it fairly large for an elementary school, with 29 standard classrooms in addition to a library, kindergarten and four large specialty rooms. The building is also rather unusual among Detroit schools for its raised, fenestrated basement level, which is sunken half a level below. The front façade faces southwest onto Coplin Avenue, and the school sits in the middle of an entire 5-acre city block, just north of Vernor Highway.

The school is considered an outstanding example of the Arts and Crafts style that was popular in the early 1900s. This can best be seen in Carstens' decorative brick detail and tile and terra cotta that is focused around the central entrance and between floors. Malcomson & Higginbotham designed a handful of other schools in this style during this time period - Nichols School (1910), Breitmeyer School (1915) and Harms School (1917). Nichols and Harms are still in use; Breitmeyer was demolished in 2010. But the 1920s saw a shift in the design of educational buildings in the city, with a firm shift toward the Collegiate Gothic found at the great educational institutions of England. This makes schools of this style rare in Detroit.

An addition in 1919 added six homerooms, a gymnasium and an auditorium, and another addition two years later tacked on another nine classrooms.

The Herbert M. Rich School, named after a secretary of the Detroit Tuberculosis Society, was built in 1927 on the grounds of Carstens. That building was demolished at some point; it was a four-room bungalow-type structure with a dormitory.

In 1957, Carstens was converted into a unit for girls enrolled in the special education program, and opened the following year. Several basement classrooms were added in the late 1950s or early '60s.

The school continued serving the east side for the next half century. However, the Fox Creek neighborhood saw considerable decline and disinvestment during that time. Nevertheless, Carstens remained a high-performing school. staff went above and beyond to help their students. As Detroit URBEX wrote, "After several students were hospitalized with severe lead poisoning, Carstens began an outreach program educating families in the neighborhood about the dangers of lead paint in older houses. When teachers found out that many students were going hungry during weekends, they made extra meals for them to take home. A New York Times article noted 'to have more money for instruction, teachers sit with students at lunch, saving the school from having to hire lunchroom aides. Teachers hold jacket and shoe drives for children who have no winter coats and come to school in slippers. At Thanksgiving every child goes home with a frozen turkey donated by a local businessman. Twice a year a bus carrying a portable dentist’s office arrives, and a clinic is set up at the school so children can get their teeth checked.'”

However, as Detroit's population continued to decline, so did Carstens' enrollment, with the school losing more than half of its population between 1998 and 2007. In March of 2010, the district proposed closing Carstens Elementary, citing the loss of students and the $3 million in repairs the aging building needed. Parents fought to keep Carstens open and helped win it a temporary reprieve - but that stay of closure lasted only a year.

In 2011, Carstens was closed and merged with nearby Remus Robinson Middle School, making Carstens one of a staggering 195 public schools closed in the city between 2000 and 2015. Three years later, Carstens was among 57 closed Detroit Public Schools (DPS) properties given to the City of Detroit in exchange for forgiving millions of dollars in DPS' unpaid electrical bills. Sadly, the building has not faired well since closure, with major roof failure causing significant water damage throughout.

The City released a report in 2021 that offered potential developers insight into the structural integrity and floor plans of more than 60 vacant schools - 39 owned by the City and two dozen still owned by the school district. The effort was not only to take inventory of the dozens of vacant schools dotting the city, but also to incentivize redevelopment of the structures by reducing the upfront costs through the assessments provided. Given the roof failures and decade of decline, the City estimated that a renovation of Carstens would cost around $16.2 million, depending on use.

Carstens is located in Detroit's Fox Creek neighborhood, one that has seen more than its share of challenges and demolitions. The school is surrounded by vacant fields - and is home to one of the largest concentrations of vacant land and City-owned properties. Given the costs and challenges of redeveloping a school that's been vacant for more than a decade, this makes finding a savior for Carstens, no matter how beautiful the building is, sadly unlikely.

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[subliminalbo]

Hypnovember Day 3: A Legacy of Slaves

It was rare that Mina Carpenter got involved in matters of school admissions, but even immortals had to stop feasting to salvage an important business relationship from time to time.

The relationship in question was with the Hewitts, a family name so established in Romero that it was almost as old and recognizable as the Carpenters themselves. Hewitt Supercenters (formerly Hewitt Grocery, and even before that Hewitt Five and Dime) were Carpenter State's largest private donor, even owning twenty percent of the land that the school sat on. It was a fruitful partnership that Mina had brokered long before R.J. Hewitt, the current nepo-CEO of the family business, was part of the picture. Now he threatened to fuck the whole thing up.

The news came up from Dean Pierce: Callie Hewitt had accepted a scholarship from Oregon. Fucking Oregon?

Three generations of Hewitts had gotten their undergraduates from Carpenter State University. Their continued attendance was essential in the Carpenter-Hewitt family union that had formed the bedrock of modern Carpenter State. R.J. was making some kind of statement by sending her somewhere else. It was clear Mina would have to take matters into her own hands.

For what it was worth, it was Carmilla Hewitt, R.J.'s wife, who pushed for Oregon. Callie's boyfriend had already signed a letter of intent to play collegiate football there, and Carmilla saw it as a great opportunity to begin cutting ties from "that creepy Carpenter family."

She was silent for most of the ride to campus, only speaking up to voice her displeasure about the visit. "She's already made up her mind, and I think they should respect that."

"I know, hon," R.J. said. "But it's just a courtesy. They'll roll out the red carpet for Cal, throw in the kitchen sink, and we'll listen to Mina's final pitch. But I'll tell her how it is and she'll have to understand. I'm not budging on this."

Carmilla rolled her eyes. R.J. was always his weakest when trying to act strong.

"But why are we even going?" Carmilla asked. "You're giving her an opening. We've already made it clear what Callie wants to do."

"The Carpenters have been good to my family, Carm. We at least owe this to them."

"Don't worry, mom," Callie spoke up from the back seat. "It's my choice and I'm not changing it."

R.J. was right about the kitchen sink. When they arrived to campus they were greeted by a large party of VIP admin, including Dean Pierce. He introduced himself to Callie, apologizing for missing her on her first visit, then shared some friendly words with R.J. Though Carmilla stayed by R.J.'s side for the greeting party, she kept her arms crossed in defiance, offering only a sneer in return to Pierce.

When all the pleasantries were out of the way, Dean Pierce introduced Callie to Mina's assistant, Teresa. She said that she would be showing Callie around campus while her parents met with Mina, and the two groups split off from there.

Carmilla carried her attitude to the Carpenter estate. The large stone mansion stood at the heart of campus and was the oldest building in Romero. The large property was surrounded by a massive steal gate that made it look like a location ripped from gothic horror. Carmilla rolled her eyes at R.J.'s admission that the estate was indeed as impressive as his father always said it was.

"That's the point," Carmilla said. "You're supposed to be impressed."

Carmilla was surprised to find no help inside the large mansion. They were greeted in the foyer by Mina herself in a sharp suit. She was tall, with piercing brown eyes. She stood nearly a foot above Carmilla.

"Come on in," Mina smiled.

The Hewitts followed Mina into the mansion and she began a brief tour of the house, taking them through the long history of the Carpenter family in Romero. After a look at the foyer and the dining rooms, Carmilla finally interrupted.

"With all due respect, Ms. Carpenter, we didn't drive from Stoker for a history lesson."

R.J. laughed, putting his hands on his wife's shoulders as he said, "Of course we're grateful for your time."

Mina's smirk reminded him of Carmilla's.

The tour continued through the kitchen and into the study, Carmilla and Mina trading jabs back in forth as R.J. tried desperately to keep the peace with friendly little chuckles. When they entered a section of the study Mina called the "history room," she pulled R.J. aside to show off his father's lacrosse trophy, leaving Carmilla behind to admire the old artifacts of Carpenter State past: a copy of the university's charter, robes worn at the school's first graduation, a pennant commemorating CSU football's 1952 divisional championship. But one thing in particular stood out to her: a framed newspaper from 1912. The headline read: CARPENTER FAMILY BREAKS GROUND ON ROMERO UNIVERSITY.

Pictured in the photo was a young Alabaster Carpenter, founder of the university, driving a shovel into the dirt. Next to him was a young woman standing respectfully prim, hands crossed low over her stomach. She was dressed in a conservative sort of gown with that stern expression you see in old photographs, but the face was unmistakable.

"Mina?" Carmilla whispered.

"Yes?"

Carmilla spun around to find Mina creeping up behind her. She hated herself for yelping.

"Your husband's waiting for you in the drawing room," Mina said. "There's wine and cheese."

"Okay," Carmilla said, recovering her proud demeanor. "You lead the way."

But Mina didn't move. Instead, she blocked Carmilla's path, tilting her head to the side as if to study the smaller woman.

Finally Mina said, "You're the brains of the family, aren't you?"

"Excuse me?" Carmilla replied.

Mina's hand shot up, her grip tight around Carmilla's throat. She pushed Carmilla back into the wall, the picture frame cracking behind Carmilla's head. Carmilla brought her hands up to Mina's wrists, but she couldn't wrestle her way out of the woman's grip.

"Look at me," Mina commanded. And through the tears, Carmilla saw two glowing eyes staring back at her. Searing, orange eyes that bathed her in a warmth that washed away every doubt, every fear. This wasn't an assault. It was a baptism.

Mina's hands loosened around Carmilla's neck, but the Carmilla didn't fight back. Her hands fell to her sides. Mina took the chance to admire her: uncommonly youthful for a mortal's age, an absolutely stunning body that defied time. Mina wanted her, Mina needed her.

She leaned in, their lips inches apart, and she whispered, "One last thing to make you mine."

When their lips touched, it felt to Carmilla as if those eyes were burning their way into her soul.

R.J. was texting his wife when she entered the drawing room with Mina. He smiled but she offered no response back, just shuffling her way into the room and plopping down onto the sofa next to him.

"Looks like she was more interested in history than she thought," Mina laughed. "Now what were we talking about, Mr. Hewitt?"

"I was saying," R.J. started, stammering for a moment as he glanced at his wife, who had begun panting heavily. "I was saying...we agree that it's Callie's decision where she goes to college and that's just..."

When R.J. turned back to Mina he found her stripping out of her suit, her angelic skin covered only by a pair of lingerie.

"Good lord,," R.J. breathed. "What are you...?"

A loud moan cut through the room.

Next to R.J., Carmilla was sinking low into the chair, eyes rolling back. She'd pulled her large breasts free from her tight dress and massaged them. She moaned long, heavy moans that R.J. had never heard before.

"Relax, R.J.," Mina whispered softly, taking a seat on the arm of the couch and reaching down to undo the buckle on R.J.'s belt. He was already hard when his cock came free. She took it into her hand and began to pump. "This is how I do business."

"I don't...I don't understand..." R.J. moaned.

"You don't have to," Mina said. "I know Carmilla's the brains of the family, and look at her now. She's just a bitch in heat."

Carmilla released a sharp gasp. "Yes!" she cried. "I'm just...I'm just a dumb bitch in heat, Mistress!"

"Don't you just want to fuck her, R.J.?"

R.J. nodded hungrily.

"You have to ask permission first," Mina commanded.

"May...may I fuck my wife, Mistress?"

"Hmm... I think I'll fuck her for you. I'll be nice and let you watch. Just like your dad watched when I would take your mom. But your grandmother was my favorite. She was the very first soul I ever claimed. See, R.J., I have this way with people. Once I'm inside of them, I never leave. Carmilla is mine now forever, and if she couldn't resist me, how could you?"

"It's true..." Carmilla panted, turning to her husband to reveal empty, white eyes. "I've given my soul to my Mistress to serve as her thrall in this life and every life after...it's your legacy, R.J. Submit with me, darling."

Mina's orange eyes glowed brighter as R.J. came, long ropes spilling out onto the couch. She was annoyed by the mess, but it felt so fucking good to feed. R.J. slumped backward onto the couch, his white eyes signifying his total surrender to her.

She left him there to move over to the real prize, Carmilla. It had been over a hundred years since Mina had any interest in a man, but powerful women? That was her kink.

Standing before Carmilla, Mina slid her panties down her legs. Carmilla licked her lips at the sight of her Mistress' pussy, but Mina held her finger up to stop her.

"Business first," Mina said. "Callie goes to Carpenter State.."

Callie's education was so far from Carmilla's mind now. She blinked, her eyes shining as white as her husband's, and she nodded hungrily, "Anything for my Mistress."

"Perfect," Mina said. Then she took Carmilla by the back of the head and buried her face into her pussy.

[starlightkun]

buzzer beater ❧ teaser [sungchan]

❧ word count: 1028 | full fic: 22.0k ❧ warnings: just cursing for the teaser, everything i know about hockey is from internet research for this fic i’m sorry for any inaccuracies i tried not to put in a lot of specifics lmao ❧ genre: fluff, gets quite suggestive (a heavy makeout scene/near sex scene) but no actual smut, college au, hockey captain sungchan, chronically ill reader (chronic migraines), halloween-themed at the beginning, sungchan’s not a frat boy but he’s like... a frat boy by association ❧ extra info: the ages/relative ages of the members in here are whatever i want them to be, don’t read into it too much. this is a very usamerican-centric take on a college au (greek life, collegiate sports, etc.) btw. also i call kunhang ‘hendery’ in here like it’s his government name for a one-line gag bc i think i’m hilarious (and i am <;3) the reader in this has chronic migraines, which i also have. when the reader’s migraines, experiences as a chronically ill person, and thoughts about being chronically ill are described, that is me writing directly from my own life. i am not a spokesperson for chronic migraines (lol) and am not generalizing the lives of all people with chronic migraines and chronic illness, as we are all different. but i am sending all my love to any readers out there living with a chronic illness, and here’s a reminder to go take your meds!! ❧ estimate release: saturday, october 14, 2023 2:00 p.m. eastern time

“Anyway, your turn,” you tapped his knee with your book before putting it back in your bag.

“For what?”

“To expand my horizons of you. All I know about you is that you’re the hockey captain, and a Bio major who took a gothic fiction class one time like three years ago. Show me you’re a multifaceted individual, too.”

“Uhm, that’s about it.”

“Oh come on, Sungchan.”

“No really, if I’m not on the ice, I’m in class; if I’m not in class, I’m with my team; and if I’m not with my team, I’m studying.”

“You’re here, right now,” you pointed out. “Last I checked I’m not on your hockey team, and we’re not studying. You have to do one thing that’s not for school or hockey. My thing was just watching Pacific Rim this one time, remember?”

“Alright…” he paused to think, fingers tapping along his thighs. “I used to play the piano.”

“Past tense, but I’ll accept it. When did you stop?”

“High school? Around when piano lessons and hockey practice started conflicting.”

“And you chose hockey?” You asked, hoping it didn’t sound judgmental. You really were just curious, trying to understand him.

“Actually, the choice was made for me.” He held his right hand out in front of you, and it was then that you saw his pinky finger was unnaturally crooked as he pointed to the digit. “I broke it in a game without even realizing it. Bruises and stiffness sometimes are normal so me and my parents didn’t know anything was up until weeks later when I was fucking up all the notes at my piano lessons because it still hurt. By the time I finally saw a doctor and got a splint on it, it set up wrong. All dexterity for piano out the window. Hockey on the other hand… guys have done a lot more with a lot less.”

You couldn’t help but curiously run a gentle fingertip over the crook in his pinky. “Does it hurt at all? Now?”

“Not really.” He went to bend and flex the fingers of his right hand, and you saw how the fifth finger didn’t curl up as much as the others. “It’s just a lot stiffer. Doesn’t bother me all that much.”

He brought his left hand up and wiggled the fingers on that hand. “Besides, I’m a lefty anyway.”

“So—apologies if this sounds like a stupid question to you, I don’t know anything about hockey—are there like, different hockey sticks for left-handed and right-handed players?”

Sungchan immediately broke into snickers, and you set down your mug to cross your arms over your chest indignantly.

“Hey, I didn’t laugh at you for not knowing what death of the author was—”

“I wasn’t making fun of you, I’m sorry,” he covered his mouth. “That was just… too cute. Uhm yes, there are lefty and righty sticks.”

You had to bite down your bottom lip to not smile at him calling you cute, and instead keep up your ruse of being offended. “I feel patronized.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” There was still a hint of a giggle in his tone, and you felt your self-righteous façade slip away as he continued, “You should come to a game, then, if you really want to broaden your horizons. The season just started. First home game is this Thursday, actually. 7:00 p.m. and students get free admission with your student ID.”

“Thursday?”

“Fridays are for basketball, Saturdays are for football.”

“Oh. Right.”

“You don’t go to those games either, do you?”

“Oh no, did I make it obvious?” You asked sarcastically.

“A bit,” Sungchan jested back.

Outside the window visible past Sungchan, the rain had let up a few minutes ago, and you briefly glanced over at your laptop for the time. Shit, your next alarm was going to be going off soon. If you left now, you should be home at roughly the right time for your next dose.

Clicking your tongue, you started packing up your things, “Well, looks like the rain’s finally let up enough to allow me safe passage. That’s my cue.”

“Oh.” The hockey player with you looked over his shoulder at the newly sunny day outside before turning back to watch you put your things away.

“Are you heading out too?” You nodded to his empty cup.

“I’ve uh, got some homework to do.”

“Guess this is where we part ways then.”

“Um, you didn’t say if you were going. To the game.”

You tucked your chin to your chest to hide your smitten smile as you put your laptop in your bag. Typically just asking for the details would’ve been taken for a yes, but Sungchan wanted extra confirmation. This boy wasn’t good for your heart, truly.

Turning back to him, you gave him a firm and nearly business-like nod. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

A bright grin lit up his features. “Okay! Great! Uhm, feel free to bring some friends, I know just sitting in the stands by yourself might be lonely.”

“I’ll see if I can drag somebody else out. It’ll be a tall order, though. Literature majors, you know, we prefer our Shakesperean poetry readings.”

“Oh, well—”

“I’m kidding,” you laughed and stood then, slinging your tote onto your shoulder. “Honestly, have you seen Chenle at a rager? Boy can drink twice his body weight I swear. He shouldn’t, but he can.”

Before you could reach for your cup and saucer to buss your place, the hockey captain spoke up, “I’ll take care of your mug, don’t worry.”

“Oh, thanks, Sungchan! I’ll see you Thursday then.”

“Bye…” Sungchan trailed off, watching the door long after it had closed behind you.

He didn’t actually have any homework to do, and scrolled on his phone for a few minutes to make sure you were out of the area before leaving himself. He grabbed his long-empty plastic cup and your mug. His went in the trash, and as he went to put yours up with the other dishes and trays, his eyes were caught by the iridescent glitters left behind on the rim by your lip gloss.

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[gothic-architecture]

Collegium Minus at Adam Mickiewicz University, Poznań, Poland

12.10.2022

“There’s a limit to your love Like a waterfall in slow motion Like a map with no ocean There’s a limit to your love Your love, your love, your love There’s a limit to you care So carelessly there, is it truth or dare? There’s a limit to your care” #284of365

[fiddleheadrp]

Fiddlehead, Oregon is a fictional mid-sized college town on the Oregon Coast about 2 hours away from Eugene, similar to Astoria or Newport, OR. It is a popular destination for day trips, featuring the Alder’s Garden historic district, the beautiful cliffside overlooks of Swallow Harbor and the Swallow Harbor Lighthouse, and the Collegiate Gothic Revival architecture of Ashleigh University.

For those who love to shop local, Bay Street is lined with clothing stores, art galleries, blown glass shops, and hobby shops with all the supplies one might need to enjoy the great outdoors. Nearby Heartwood National Park and Aiguille State Park draw nature enthusiasts and conservationists, while the many vineyards, orchards, ranches and farms on the outskirts draw those that love to work the land— or just enjoy the local fruit, cheese and wine.

Quick Overview: 

Est. 1811

Population: Approx 12,000 residents

Generally progressive

College town

Local businesses

Founding PAS community

Geotourism

Culture: 

Fiddlehead has the spirit of a small, active community. People are in each other's business here, for better or for worse. The locals believe in everything local as well. Other than a single Trader Joe's in Ashleigh Park, there is little in the way of major chains excepting perhaps a couple gas stations at the outskirts of town. Fiddleheaders need to drive to Eugene if they want to experience the fluorescents of Target –– and they're proud of it. Folks here are invested in their community; the local festivals are anticipated town-wide and the county fair competitions are approached with enthusiasm each season.

To learn more about Fiddlehead, you can read a deep-dive in our guidebook, and stay tuned for our neighborhood feature coming tomorrow!