#even though my first Spanish class was in the first year of first grade (I got held back) and I got the Spanish teacher for second grade

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

Duolingo being like “this is the 15th time you’ve misspelled this word, you’re on thin ice” and my ass is fucking crying because I probably have dyslexia but didn’t get diagnosed as a kid and now I’m being reminded of it all over again when trying to learn another language for the first time since highschool

[axeoverblade]

Classmate

PART ONE (CURRENT); PART TWO ; PART THREE

Earth 42! Miles Morales x fem! reader

Synopsis! For the life of you , you couldn’t understand why Miles had it out to get you so bad. If it wasn’t for the mid-year seat change, he wouldn’t have even acknowledged your existence.

MASTERLIST

Genre: light fluff, enemies to lovers like trope, light bully!Miles

Warnings: mentions of sa (nothing happens just mentioned), mentions of violence, maybe foul language but I think that’s it enjoy!

word count: 5k

Authors comment: I keep seeing School themed hcs and I had to say me sphewl(?), planned to be one shot but thinking about a part two. Sorry for any bad translations my Spanish is meh, please leave a like <3

Do not copy! All rights reserved to ©axeoverblade

It was known half way through the school year at Visions Academy the teachers changed the assigned seats. Being in your last hour, you were pretty much comfortable sitting next to almost anyone in the class.

Albeit, you did have a few in your mind you would rather not be sat with. Kids who didn’t like to do the group work, kids who talked too much, kids who always were trying to copy answers, etc.

The teacher went through the neatly organized desks column by column, starting on the left side closest to the door for the new seating chart. There were only four columns seeing as the wooden desks were double seated. You listened as she went through assigning kids to chairs, finally reaching the last column. There were about seven other kids along with you still waiting to be called to the four desks available. All the kids left were somewhat iffy options to be next to for the rest of the year.

…

Only you and three others were left. She called out to the second to last desk, “Amanda and John”. You sigh a breath of relief happy to not be sat next to John who had a crush on you, your thoughts replaying all the times he had tried to get with you. Feelings were not mutual. “ And Finally Y/n and Miles.”

You walked over to the seat from the front of the room, seeing the Miles kid already getting comfortable in his new seat closest to the wall.

You never had the chance to talk to Miles much. Actually, you don’t think you’ve ever talked to him. He was very reticent in the classroom. The moment he finished his work which was always relatively quick, he was out of the class leaving a few minutes to spare coming back before the bell rang.

There was a reason you never made an effort to talk to Miles. In fact, it was more like you endeavored to avoid him. His hedonistic friend group were known for being-, uncivil. They treated others horribly, always making someone do something that would make your stomach churn if you had to be the one to do it. And even though Miles was known to never actively participate in those things, anyone who hung around people who did those things were bound to start someday.

What confused you though, he was extremely smart unlike the jerks he was always with. You heard he was one of the highest scoring kids, every report card stamped with straight As. That wasn’t much at this school, almost everyone had straight As and high Bs, but all his grades averaged above 94.

There was also no denying he was very attractive. Surprisingly he was never seen with anyone romantically, unlike his friends who always had a girl or two under their arms. There were definitely people were lined up at his feet though, always trying to cling to him. He always just brushed them off, sometimes blunter than he needed to be.

You had seen it once, a girl you hadn’t really liked had gone up to him during passing period asking for his number only for him to look at her and walk right past her. All his friends and their shallow twats of girlfriends laughed at her, walking with Miles past her.

She cried in bathroom for forty minutes after.

You stood next to your seat, putting your bag down. “Hi I’m y/n” you said, formally introducing yourself to Miles for the first time. He looked up to you from his phone. You watched as he took his time studying you, making you slightly flustered as his eyes roamed your body. He looked back down at his phone, disregarding your presence. “I know.”

You blinked a few times processing the abrupt rudeness.

You rolled your eyes and whispered a few choice words to yourself about the interaction as you sat down, realizing you were stuck next to him for the rest of the year.

You pulled out your phone, texting your friend and roommate Mei, who was across the room, about how rude Miles was. She looked up, seeing you staring at her irritated. She giggled before texting back.

Mei: He so fine tho 😍 ask em if he needs a dog

You: Mei 💀

You: he’s so rude n for what? Like he could’ve just nodded or said his name. I know he got that whole “bad boy” thing goin but ain’t have to do allat

Mei: Ion know gl tho 💯

You: Ur no help 😭 Ima ask for a seat change

Mei: It's the first five minutes you have sat next to each other, maybe he is just nervous from ur emmense beauty 😩 I know I would be

Mei: PLUS u know Ms Reita does not b swappin seats. You know how many times I asked to be moved from Jessica only for her to say tuff luck and move on? Seventeen times. Just give it time n maybe it gets better you never know

You: 😐

You shook your head and put your phone down as the teacher started passing out the work. It was a normal worksheet due by the end of class. You went through, solving the easier problems before going back and finishing the ones you skipped.

You were on your last problem when Miles hand shot up lazily. Ms.Reita looked at him and sighed, knowing that he was going to leave for almost the rest of class period if she let him leave the room. “Is your worksheet finished?” “I wouldn’t be raisin’ my hand if it wasn’t.” “Watch it Morales, wouldn’t want to have to tell your Mom you have detention would you?” He sighed before mockingly smiling “sorry Ms.Reita, can I so humbly excuse myself?” He batted his eyelashes for extra effect, clearly tired of the interaction and ready to leave. She huffed as pointed to the door. You snickered to yourself watching the exchange. He looked at you, a glint of amusement washing over his eyes, but the look left as soon as it appeared. He looked away getting up and walking out.

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You walked with Mei back to your shared dorm, talking about the nonsense that flooded your minds. Luckily for you, it was Friday and you could go home tonight, you just had to go grab your bag and you would be free from this hell hole.

…

“Alright Mei I’ll see you on Monday” you said, grabbing your suitcase and backpack, pulling it with you to leave. She smiled and waved, still packing. “Bye baby mama” you rolled your eyes playfully at what she said. She would constantly make jokes about how she could care for you and be your sugar momma, even though she was just as broke as you were.

You walked toward the lobby of the school, seeing the exit to the building so close. It felt like knowing air was near when you were drowning, finally being able to catch a break and breathe- “oh sorry baby girl, didn’t see you there.” You felt someone bump into you, too intentional for it to be accident. You cringed at the nickname and gathered yourself. Luckily you hadn’t fallen, just stumbled causing your bag to fall off you. “Don’t call me that John.” You said, picking up your bag and slinging it in on your shoulder. “You know you like it” he said, closer than he needed to be. Recoiling at the sound of him so close to your ear, you stuck your hand out and lightly pushed him further from you. “I really don’t, I already told you I want nothin’ to do with you.” You continued to walk to the exit, only for him to walk beside you. “Cmon baby I can show you the world, stop playing hard to get.” You looked at him, stopping in your tracks, “I’m not playing hard to get, this is me playing I don’t want you” “so you admit you're playing about not wanting me?” He said, smirking. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, just wanting to go home. “For the final time John, I am not interested.” You walked again, this time he didn’t follow because his friends were walking up to him. “I’ll see you on Monday baby!” He called out loudly, drawing attention to the both of you. You scowled and walked faster out the building, happy to not have to see John for a few days.

Unbeknownst to you, Miles was watching the interaction from the beginning, ignoring his friends talk about the girls that passed or the sexist comments they made. He noted how you reacted to John, how much disgust surged through your body language. He disliked John, but for separate reasons. John was one of those guys. Class A jock who didn’t know when to quit. Also didn’t know when to shut their mouths. Granted, those were the exact people he hung around. But at least he could tolerate their idiocy, and it was better than walking around the school alone all day. Only kid he hung around that wasn’t like that was his roommate Ganke.

He watched as you scowled and left the school. He shrugged minding his own business, zoning back into the conversation about who had the biggest boobs.

Monday rolled around quicker than you could’ve imagined. And it felt like a Monday, which never helped. You trudged into your last hour groggily, just wanting to be done with the day so you could go back to your dorm and sleep. Walking over to your seat, you looked at Mei across the room. She wiggled her eyebrows, mouthing for you to initiate conversation with Miles. You rolled your eyes, sitting down. Miles was sketching lightly on the worksheet already passed out on the desks. You tried to look at it, but the braid that draped over his shoulder covered your view. You didn’t want to seem invasive, so you just grabbed your sheet and began working.

Finishing the sheet quickly, you got on your phone, scrolling through your socials. You saw a news alert flash across the top of your screen, some message about “the prowler striking again” over the weekend. You swiped it away.

You didn’t hate the prowler in all honesty, but you would never admit that out loud. Whoever was under the mask did bad things, but usually only to bad people. Usually.

The police barely did anything anymore, making it hard to even go outside without getting mugged or groped or something bad. With the prowler being out and about, some idiots have been scared off the streets, enough to where you could at least walk to and from your family apartment to school. In your eyes, the vigilante kinda helped a little.

“Stop tapping, its annoyin” a voice rudely interrupted you from your thoughts. You looked over to see miles looking at you, semi-irritated. You hadn’t realized you were tapping the desk, something you did unconsciously when you were lost in your own mind. You pulled your hand back, putting it on your thigh, “my fault, ain need all that attitude though” you said looking at him. He rolled his eyes and started drawing again. “Whatcha’ sketching?” You asked, leaning towards him slightly. He looked at you with furrowed brows, blinking a couple of times, before going back to sketching ignoring your question. El tiene algunos nervios. Instead of just excusing his behavior like you did on Friday, you opted to invade his personal space; moving his braid, your head now hovering over his shoulder. He moved his body quickly, his reflexes faster than you could process. “Qué coño estás haciendo?” He said sternly, but you didn’t budge. “You didnt wanna respond” you said not looking at him, more focused on the drawing. “That ain’ answer my question” he said, you could feel the irritation laced in his voice, but instead of leaving him alone like he wanted, you grabbed the paper to get a better view. The drawing was a well portrayed mask of sorts, oddly similar to the prowlers, and a few weapons all sketched on the back of his paper. You raised your eyebrow at the drawing. He was actually really good at drawing, the detail for him to have started that less than twenty minutes ago impressed you. He snatched the paper back. You turned your head to him, seeing him looking at you with furrowed eyebrows, getting ready to say something. “Answer me next time and I won’t have to do that” you said before he could speak, a mocking smile laying on your lips. He rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath before going back to sketching.

One word, Regret.

You really wish you hadn’t decided to let you imaginary balls get the best of you. Because now Miles how a personal vendetta against you. Damn your pride. Within the span of few weeks he somehow had broken into your locker and trashed you books, he made sure it wasn’t anything that you couldn’t fix easily though, just a few torn pages. He constantly would shove you, which he mude sure to do lightly to not actually hurt you, into the lockers when he passed you in the nearly empty halls when he was with his friends. He would say the most outlandish things to you whenever you passed him when the halls were too crowded and others could see what he did. He made sure his friends didn’t mess with you though, knowing they would take it way too far how they had with the other kids they harassed. And even though you tried to ignore him the first few weeks hoping he would stop, he never did. You swore you could feel yourself loosing your mind.

Miles had only originally planned on pestering you for a day or two to get the point across that you should’ve left him alone, but then he realized how fun it was to provoke you. You became his entertainment, or at least that was the reason that he told himself he went out of his way to annoy you. And now that he had gotten on your last nerve, you were like a ticking time bomb every time.

You made school easier for him, giving him something to look forward to. Your reactions were always so animated, almost comical, making messing with you so funny. He didn’t just mess with you in sense of picking on you., he would mess with you feelings too. He looked for you in the halls just to go behind you and pull you by your backpack into him. You would lose your balance then he would put his hands on you waist to stabilize you, whispering in your the cusp of your ear sternly to “watch where you’re going mami”, a nickname he now would often call you just to see how irritated and flustered you would get. You would always reply with a snarky remark, something along the lines of “he pulled you into him”, always stuttering through the sentence no matter the amount of times he had done this to you, siempre fue tan mono a él. Something that unintentionally brought his face to a smirk was how you never mentioned anything about the nicknames he gave you like you did with John.

His friends would constantly make comments about how Miles liked you and now you were off limits, but every time he shot the idea down with a quick annoyed face. But perish the thought one of his friends gets talks about you the wrong way. They had seen the way Miles looked at the guy who had walked up to and called you pretty. Didn’t ask for your number, didn’t do anything weird, just called you pretty. The problem wasn’t even the compliment, it was how genuinely big you smiled but it wasn’t because of him.

Miles wasn’t going to deny he found you attractive. He had seen you the first day he walked into Vision academy a year ago and couldn’t get you out of his head for week. Hell you were probably the prettiest girl in the school, but maldito eres molestosa. When laying on the bed in his dorm room the nights he wasn’t out doing his prowler work, he could hear your pesky voice ringing in his ears, también pudo ver tu cara hermosa. He hated it. He hated how sometimes your face would pop up in his brain during a mission, and it would make him falter for a moment. Something as simple as hesitating, even for a millisecond, could’ve had him killed mid fight.

He didn’t actually care for you, at least that’s what he told himself. So you can understand why it bothered him so much that he hated weekends now, knowing it was extra days where he couldn’t see you, feel you. Even if it was just a brush on the shoulder when doing partner work, or him shoving you lightly when walking past, glaring at you like you were the one that bumped into him.

It annoyed you to no end you were stuck next to him for the rest of the year. What annoyed you even more was how attracted you were to him. He was so dismissive toward you, and for some reason you would sit in your room giggling with Mei about how his laugh, even though the only reason you had heard it was because he was making fun of you, was the most attractive thing you have ever heard.

…

Luckily today was Friday so you could enjoy the weekend.

It had been a few months since you had been moved next to Miles, a few months since you decided to overstep a boundary you wish you hadn’t, a few months since you’ve been slowly loosing your sanity. Miles had taken it upon himself to mess with you in class, staying for almost the whole period now a days to do just that.

“If you would finish your work then we could be done already” you mumbled under your breath, looking at the shared work you had to do that Miles hadn’t even looked at, too engrossed in his phone. The two of you had been going back and forth since the start of class, now only roughly fifteen minutes left. He looked up to you, squinting from annoyance, “do you ever just, I don’t know, close your mouth?”. You rolled your eyes “If you, I don’t know, finish your half so I can go turn this in then yea maybe I would.” He scoffed, pulling the paper closer to him. A few minutes passed and he slid the paper over to you “don’t say anything else”. You looked at the paper, seeing he had completed his half of the work in record time, you must really annoy him. “Well if you just did that earlier” you said sarcastically, picking up the paper and walking over to the turn in bin, placing the paper in it.

As you walked back to your seat, John started to talk to you. You pursed your lips, walking past him heading to your seat behind him. That didn’t stop him, as all he did was turn his chair around to face you. “So the party is tonight, you can come-” he paused, putting emphasis on the word winking at you, hinting at something else. You looked at him disgusted. “And we can have a lot of fun, perfect chance for you to see how much you truly like me.” You blinked a few times, “yea no” was all you said before looking at your phone. You didn’t fail to hear the small, quiet breathy laugh that fell from Miles lips as he stared at his phone, overhearing the conversation. His laugh alone could make your knees buckle. You quickly brought yourself back to reality, not letting your mind flow with any positive thoughts about Miles. “Cmon’ baby, promise I’ll show you a good time.” “Ain’ I tell you not to call me that?” You said, annoyed that John just couldn’t leave you alone. “You know we locked in, you keep playin.” “John-” “aight hear me out, you come to the party, if you don’t have a nice time -which I can guarantee you will- I’ll leave you alone, how does that sound?” “You’ll leave me alone?” You said, intrigued by the offer. “If you come.” You sighed, “lemme ask my momma.” He smiled widely, happy to have finally convinced you. Miles secretly looked between the two of you with his eyebrows furrowed, thinking how pathetic John was.

A few minutes passed as John sat facing you, waiting for a response. You sighed, causing him to perk up. “I need to be home by 11, and you have to send me the address. My mom also needs your number and your mommas number, comprende?” He nodded quickly, typing all the information into your phone so you could send it to your mom. You sent the message, already regretting your decision.

Sure enough.

You sped walk home, the time nearing 10:45. Wiping the tear that trickled down your cheek, you scoffed. The party started off great, you and John had a great time, initially.

Then things got weird, he tried to take you to a bedroom upstairs, you declined, him being intoxicated, grabbed you forcefully to take you up. You were glad you were taught basic self defense. You kneed him in the bolas and grabbed your bag, quickly leaving. You wondered what would’ve happened if you had dranken something, where you wouldn’t have been fully aware of your surroundings. You hurrying to dismiss the thought, happy to be out the party

Normally you would be much more aware of the world around you, had you not been so lost in your thoughts. “Hey there pretty lady” you heard, you couldn’t catch a break tonight. You started walking quicker, almost jogging with your eyes focused ahead of you, as you just wanted to get home safely. “You ain’t hear us talkin to you?” Your eyes widened at the mention of us, realizing there was more than one. You searched for your switch blade that would usually be inside your pocket, but it was no where to be found. You figured it must’ve fallen out at the party, you silently cursed to yourself. Three men were now matching your speed, and suddenly were next to you.

“What’s a little momma like you doing out here all alone, don’t you know there’s bad guys out here?”

“Don’t worry baby, we’ll keep you safe”, they grabbed you forcefully covering your mouth so you wouldn’t alert anyone, not like anyone would help. They pulled you to the nearest alley. You bit the hand of whoever was covering your mouth, causing them to let go of your face. You took this as an opportunity to scream for dear life, only to be smacked into a state of drowsiness. You quickly shook yourself out of it, feeling the stinging sensation spread across your face. Your ear was ringing lightly, and you could’ve sworn this dude knocked your tooth loose. You spit at the guy across from you, seeing bloody saliva land on his face. The guy behind you who was holding you let go and moved to the side. Before you could react to the new found freedom, you were pushed roughly into the wall behind you. “Tonto puta, all you had to do was cooperate” the guy in front of you said, wiping the spit off his face.

Ready to accept whatever was going to happen, you closed your eyes and scrunched your face, only to hear screams of pain from the three men, followed by an uncanny silence.

You opened your eyes, seeing the prowler standing where the man in front of you once was with a bloody claw. The three men were laying on the ground, damn near lifeless. Your eyes widened, your mouth parting from the sight. The vigilante stared at you, you could see the eye like symbols displayed on the mask slightly widened at the sight of the hand-mark on your face before recomposing into a stoic, neutral setting. You were too shocked, and mostly scared to say anything.

The figure got closer, to which you could work out was a male. You took note of the two braids cascading down their neck behind the mask, as well as the oddly clean Jordan’s they sported. You didn’t have much time to take in their lanky appearance, as they took a final step towards you, making it so you had to look up at their mask. Their presence loomed over you eerily. You gaped at him, your pleading eyes filled with fear. You knew he wasn’t necessarily a villain per say, closer to the flip side if anything. He did just save you. But the thought of an individual being so much more powerful than you, knowing that at any moment he would always in control no matter what you did, threw your brain into a constant state of unease. Feeling your heart beating out your chest, you raised your hands lightly placing it on their chest to stop them from getting any closer, even though you knew they could easily overpower you no matter what you did. His heartbeat was slow, almost calming to feel. “Please” you whispered, voice barely leaving your larynx.

As quickly as he had come he left. You looked around, finally spotting him lurking on top of the building across from you, crouching along the ledge looking at you. You looked at the Prowler one last time, making eye contact with their mask silently mouthing a ‘thank you’. He flipped away to wherever else he goes, not acknowledging your gratitude. You nearly collapsed, sliding down the wall. Your hands aggressively wiped your face before meeting your hairline, resting there as you breathed ruggedly. The adrenaline you had was wearing off, and the bruises the men left you with became more prominent on your skin, as well as more painful. At least your opinion about the prowler was correct, he was a good guy after all, to you at least.

Returning to school on Monday was a catastrophe, news spread like wildfire about you being attacked by the three men, as well as your encounter with the Prowler. Random people were approaching you asking what is what like and other random questions revolving around your attack. No one however, was talking about what happened at the party. But you couldn’t blame them, not many people saw what had happened.

…

It was finally the last period. You wanted nothing more for this to blow over, and for you to be done with the day back in your dorm. You walked in, wavering slightly seeing John leaning on your desk. You noticed Miles sitting in his seat on his phone, eye bags deeper than usual.

You quickly sat down, trying your best to ignore John's attempts to talk to you.

“Y/n please it was an accident-”

You ignored him getting your pencil out of the top zipper of your bag.

“Y/n please just listen I was drunk and I didn’t know what I was doing you gotta believe me” he leaned toward to take your hand, causing you to flinch and pull back. You looked at him angrily “you think being drunk excuses anything?” Your voice was calm and almost at a whisper despite how you felt, trying your best to draw the least amount of attention. He sighed desperately, “No it doesn’t but you gotta see it from my perspective-” “what perspective John?!? The one where you tried to force yourself on me? Or the one where you tried to take me upstairs against my will? I swear if you come near me again, I won’t hesitate to cut your polla off, comprende?” Ms. Reita asked everyone to take their seats, causing John to look at you solemnly before scoffing and turning to his seat.

You huffed, putting your head between your crossed arms on the table. “What happened at the party?” You looked over to Miles surprised. You hadn’t expected him to ask you any questions, but if he did you figured it would be something about the prowler incident. “Nothin’.” You said dismissively. He looked at you skeptically. Before you could even react, he grabbed your phone off the desk and tucked it in his pocket. “You ain’ gettin’ it back til you tell me what happened.” “Why do you care so much?” “Your wrinkles n’ dark circles look worse than usual, wanna know why.” “Could say the same for you” he looked at you blankly. You sighed, “John got a lil’ too handsy is all, don’t worry ‘bout it. Can I have my phone back-“ “mami, how handsy?” His stern voice caught you off guard. He looked at John's direction for a split second, you could’ve sworn you’d seen Miles look at John with a look of determined death. He looked back at you eyebrows furrowed, “he tried to take me upstairs n’ I wasn’t feelin’ it, so he tried to make me” you uttered, a little quieter towards the end of your sentence. “Left before he could do anything” you finished, “can I get my phone back now?” You looked at him tiredly. He let out a simple huh and gave you your phone back, his full attention now on johns figure ahead in the seat diagonally ahead of him.

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The class had been dismissed, luckily Miles had decided to leave you alone today, you were too tired to deal with his antics anyway. Walking over to Mei dismissing John's stare, you two began walking out of the class heading to the lobby so you head back to your dorm room. As you were walking back Mei stopped at a vending machine to get a couple snacks for the dorm so you two could have a movie night. You waited as she inserted her money, clicking which snacks you both liked to buy them. As she was stuffing the snacks in her bag zipping it up, a student screamed “FIGHT”. You looked over seeing a crowd forming and walked over to see what was happening. Bullying your way to the front you saw Miles on top of John, pounding John's blood stricken face damn near permanently into the floor. Your eyes enlarged at the sight. Miles was clearly irate, and from the looks of it, had no plans of stopping. A security guard quickly ran in and grabbed miles off John's limp body. Miles spit at John, yelling something at him in Spanish that you couldn’t hear over the commotion. You looked at John's body, seeing him look almost unconscious as he coughed violently and rested on his elbows, trying to catch his breath. You gaped at Miles, shock written all over your face. His chest rose and fell quickly as he looked around the room seeing all the people watching. His eyes stopped as they met yours, his gaze softening slightly before he looked away. A huff fell from his lips as he was dragged to the principal's office. He jerked his arm away, muttering something about how he knew how to walk.

John had to be sent to the hospital.

Miles was in the principal's office, sitting silently as John's parents screamed at the principal while Miles’s mother sat next to him upset. “My child is a great kid! And how is he supposed to feel safe in this school anymore knowing this can happen again, huh?” John's mom spewed mindlessly, ranting about how she was going to press charges. Miles scoffed, causing Rio to look at him with a look of “watch your mouth before I watch it for you.” He just looked down at his hands in his lap.

Miles walked out of the classroom to head back to his shared dorm. He couldn’t get out of his mind what John had done to you. As vague as your response was, he knew more had happened between you and John. He didn’t know why it bothered him so deeply, it wasn't even really his business. He knew the thought of someone being touched like that made him upset, but he felt pure outrage from this specifically, and he knew deep in his heart it was because it was because it was you who had gone through it.

As much as he hated to admit it, he knew he felt something different for you when he intervened the night the three men attacked you. He almost added three bodies to his belt, for you.

Usually, as bad as it sounds, he would mostly let people get robbed or thrown around in alleyways. He would help occasionally if it sounded gruesome or of dire need for assistance. But he had to save his city from the sinister six, and petty crimes that were bound to happened weren’t the ideal way to do that. But the voice screaming sounded familiar, kinda sounded like you. The thought of you being in danger offset his nerves, and he knew a you were going to a party that night so he went, just to check.

Sure enough.

He stalked you from above the rest of your walk home just to make sure nothing else happened.

He walked into the lobby consumed by his own thoughts, snapping back to reality as he overheard John talking to his friends about how “y/n finally let me hit, she was so tight-”. He paused in his tracks. Ain’ no way acaba de escuchar lo que pensó que hizo. He turned to the direction of John's voice, this was now his business. He walked over, becoming increasingly irate the more John talked about “how much you loved it”. John turned, hearing footsteps approaching alarming quickly. He saw Miles, John knew Miles had heard about what really happened at the party. John scoffed, somewhat anxious he had been caught in his lie and afraid Miles would try to embarrass him in front of his friends. He quickly spoke before Miles even had the chance to say a word,“You ain’ needed here Miles-” John was cut off by a fist colliding with his face, not what he was expecting at all. Johns friends gasped or yelled in shock, Miles didn’t stop though. Miles didn’t even say anything, small grunts of anger being the only thing leaving his lips as John hit the floor. Miles siguan latiendo la mierda fuera de él.

“What you won't even speak huh?” John's mom said, facing Miles. He furrowed his eyebrows at her. “You wanna send my baby boy to the hospital and have no reason why? Why are you picking on my kid huh? You-” “You think your kid is the best thing on Gods green earth”Miles scoffed, cutting her off. “Cause he is, my kid wouldn’t hurt a fly and you-”“your oh so wonderful kid tried to rape a girl then went around yappin’ bout’ how much she enjoyed it.” The room fell silent. The principal eyes went wide, “Uh-Uhm, how about we resume this tommorow-” “well hold on,” Rio spoke for the first time, “My son intervened and helped someone in danger because their son was making girls unsafe in the school? Why is he being punished?” “Well Mrs.Morales we didn’t know that happened-” “so you immediately assumed my son was the cause of this not even getting evidence before?” “Well he did start-” “uhn-uh, their child is making the school more unsafe than Miles ever did. Why aren’t they being scolded for this?”

The principal apologized, saying Miles would be suspended for the rest of the week for starting the fight, but no charges could be pressed to avoid anybody getting into serious trouble.

Miles sat in the passenger seat of his moms car, the leather caressing his skin as he looked out the window. A hushed silence had fallen over the two a while ago. Silence is always worse than actually being screamed at, the anticipation is always so suffocating. “So.. who’s the girl?” His mom said, looking at the road ahead. Miles glanced at her before looking back out the window, “classmate.” She nodded, humming. Rio knew her son, and she knew Miles wouldn’t damn near end a kids life just just for some classmate.

“Ella tiene un nombre?” He sighed lightly, “Y/n.” Rio nodded and hummed again, looking at miles through the corner of her eye. “At some point throughout the week, I expect her over for dinner.” “I don’t even have her number, how is she supposed to know” Rio clicked her teeth and smirked,

“Encontrarás una manera”.

©axeoverblade

[wosoragebaiter69]

you don’t have to be perfect

barça fem x teen!reader, lucy bronze x teen!reader

request: here

A/N: also i would just like to say, if anyone has any feedback for my writing it’s greatly appreciated cuz i’m not the best writer ik that but i want to improve.

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It was apart of the contract I first signed with Barcelona that I continue my studies and finish school. Not ideal, but I get by with around 80% and sitting on a B for most my classes. What I didn’t factor in was the amount of stress I would have on top of the League and UWCL games when exams and assignments from 6 different classes were coming up. That’s hard on a 17 year old.

I felt myself start to drift away from everyone in the 2 weeks before mayhem. First it was denying to go out with the younger girls like Salma and Vicky, both of whom understood. Vicky being the same age as me and Salma only 2 years older than us. Then as expectations rose, classes became longer and filled extra information. All the time I wasn't on the pitch, I was studying. Or sleeping. (we dont talk about how even thats being cut down to maximum 5 hours a night).

Living with Lucy meant that she was bound to catch on to what was happening. It was inevitable. She took me under her wing when I first arrived along with some of the older girls and since I don’t speak Spanish natively, I was told to go with Lucy who was told to keep an eye on me. It’s nice, when you don’t want her to worry about how you’re ignoring everyone and have bags under your eyes whenever she sees you. She really does try her hardest to get me to do anything that’s not over analysing and over-studying the numerous topics, but no matter how much it pains me. I always turn her down.

After another night of studying until 2am, there’s an early morning training session and I know I’ve only gotten 4 hours of sleep. If I told the medical staff I’m sure they’d pale.

I’m aware that I probably look like death walking, but it doesn’t bother me. If I pass with above average grades, I’m happy and I know my actual parents will be too. I ignore the concerned looks that Irene and Alexia give Lucy, and get changed ready for the training session.

It’s gruelling, the lack of sleep from the past 2 weeks has finally started to catch up. When I least needed it to. Maybe I am working too hard. It’s too late for that though. I know I’m being watched by the captains, acting for a little bit longer won’t do much harm. Can it?

When the third water break rolls around, I sit on the floor and flop onto my back, closing my eyes. Too tired in the moment to do anything other than breathe. The sunshine above me dulls as Lucy and Alexia stare down at me. When I open my eyes. My captain has a raised brow, while my roommate has her arms crossed.

“Y/N, get up please. Now.” It’s Lucy who speaks first. I don’t give in. What’s their problem?

“No. I am fine where I am thank you very much.” I bite back. Lucy looks like she’s trying to hold herself together and Alexia looks furious. Unconsciously, I sink into myself hoping the ground could swallow me up.

“Nena, we won’t ask again.” The spaniard says, her voice low as she sticks out her hand.

I reluctantly take it, pulling myself up and staring at the two in front of me.

“Come.” Alexia says blankly, leaving no room for argument before walking toward the main building. I sigh, doing as she says or I know I won’t hear the end of it. Lucy trails just behind me, her jaw set and making sure I don’t run away.

When inside I’m placed on a couch, wishing and praying to any extra-terrestrial being that I can leave this confrontation. What is it even about? Why am I here? I’ve done nothing wrong.

“So, we noticed you’ve been pushing people out. You also look dead.” Classic Alexia, straight to the point.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I look away.

“Really? Because when I go to bed, which is around midnight and sometimes 1 if I’m doing other work. Your light is always on. You better fess up now before we make you do extra laps, and clear all the equipment from training.” It’s Lucy this time, starring daggers into me. Still, I don’t let up.

“Maybe I left the light on.” I shrug. “And why do we have to do this right now? I have 2 exams tomorrow. So, if I may. Let’s finish training so I can get to study and do other things.”

“This is exactly what I’m talking about Y/N. You’re deflecting absolutely everything we say. You’re not taking the information in. I get you’re stressed but that doesn’t mean you isolate yourself.” She pauses, sighing deeply. “We are going home right now. You will not touch your school work, this has gone on for long enough. I know Alexia agrees with me.”

“Before you argue, just think. Is this really the best way I could’ve prepared? Yes nail in, do the study for good results. But also remember to utilise the support system you have, the team, the coaches, take a break.” By the end of the rant I feel tears well in my eyes. I feel someone hug me and I can tell who it is by the obscurely large hands.

“Nena, go home with Lucy. Get some rest, and not only will you feel better but it gives your brain a break. When the week is over we can talk more but for now go.” The Catalan smiles warmly. I nod my head saying thanks before walking with Lucy to the car.

“Do you feel alright? You do look very pale.” She places her hands against my face and frowns. “No temperature. I’ll get some food into you and we’ll have a rest day. Just us.” I nod slowly staring out of the window as my mind races.

When we get to the apartment, no conversation is made and I immediately go and take a shower. It’s there that I cry and let all my frustrations out, the stress finally taking its toll on my mind.

When I’m dressed and ready I walk out to the smell of pancakes and Lucy sitting on the couch with Narla next to her. She hears me and turns her head around, eyebrows furrowing at the state I’m in.

She pats the open spot next to her which isn’t taken by the Westie and hands me a plate, which I accept gratefully.

It’s a comfortable silence, but I know she’s waiting for me to say anything. And this time, I do.

“I’m sorry Luce.” My voice is quiet and more high pitched compared to what it normally sounds like.

She smiles lightly.

“Hey, these things happen. You’re smart, just as Alexia said give your mind a rest and you’ll do better. Myself, Keira, the rest of the team only want the best for you and your well-being. Let’s not talk about this now, take it step by step. You’ll be ok.” I nod wiping freshly formed tears as she pulls me into a big hug, giving the rest of her pancake to Narla who eats it happily.

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And ok it would be. I end up playing Fifa with Lucy the rest of the day before eventually falling asleep against her. As for the exams, I pass by with good grades and after everything’s done the team takes me out to a restaurant to celebrate. As much as I deny it, this team is the most important thing to me. I love and adore them all so much.

[homunculus-argument]

Intelligence is a nebulous concept that can't be perfectly and exactly measured in numbers or other metrics, but there are things people generally agree as signs of at least some intellect. An ability to learn and employ new knowledge, adapting to new information, being able to notice patterns and correlations between seemingly unrelated things. Being able to adjust one's methods as needed, ability to make deductions and educated guesses based on incomplete data, being able to improvise if necessary.

And look. Don't get me wrong here. But I learned to read on my own when I was five, I literally have no memories of ever not knowing how to read. English is not my first language, I cannot officially call myself bilingual because neither of my parents was a native english speaker. I first picked it up by hearing it on TV. I could already read and speak english when I went into school, and for the rest of it I managed to get decent enough grades purely by improvising that nobody noticed that I literally never did my homework ever before I was 11. Nobody noticed that I have an attention deficit disorder before I was 27.

I learned to play the clarinet, the piano at some point, and though I lost my voice, I used to sing. If you gave me an instrument and played me a tune, I could repeat it playing by the ear. I could even write it down, note by note, if I heard it a few times and remembered it. If you gave me notes of a song I've never heard, I could whistle it from the notes.

I learned enough swedish in school to read the back of a shampoo bottle, but still enough to compare and contrast the nuance differences in the finnish, swedish and english translations of the same notifications at bus stops. I can summarise what is the unifying element between a long list of words with the same prefix or suffix, and name their mutual definition. I remember enough of the french I learned in school and spanish I learned on my own to roughly parse together portugese.

My parents met in university, but while I never made it to college, I've still made myself a career in something I never went to school for. I have no higher education in arts past high school art classes. I am a full-time professional in something I taught myself, working with a script I also wrote myself without any guidance past brief googling.

That being said, I can't read an analog clock. I've learned how to do a lot of things in my life, but that's the one thing I can't fucking do. You can show me a clock face and I won't know what it means. If I can't look at my phone and there's nothing with a digital clock available, I've learned tricks on how to get people to tell me the time without admitting that I can't read it. Like asking someone if they think the clock on the wall is on time, prompting them to look at their own clock and tell me what their clock says. Pointedly looking at the clock and remarking to people that We Have Plenty Of Time, and assessing from their reactions whether that is true or if I was sarcastic. I never learned to read a clock face, but I've learned plenty of ways to get people to read it to me.

And every single time I tell people I can't read a clock face, they start trying to explain it to me. Like look. I'm 29. You do not know any method to explain it that I would never have encountered in the past 20 years. None of them sunk. I've tried until I cried and I still can't do it. I could learn to translate poetry from french, how to put together a car engine, or how to skin a llama, but that is the one thing I cannot do. I do not know what the positions of the arrows pointing at numbers mean, and you can't make me.

[alphyser]

I come back to post about Kaminari and ended up posting about Monoma instead.... anyway, here are some Monoma things in my Dr ☕

(Also for some odd reason he looks like Satan from obey me....)

(Just look at that... it's so uncanny..)

— he is partly dutch, he doesn't talk about it much though. He does brag about his gramma being a royal (we don't know if this is true)

— He is prideful and boastful, not about himself though. Mostly his friends or his family. He loves them to death and is their ultimate hype man. Bro's the type of guy who doesn't mind being insulted but look at his friends the wrong way and he'll beat your ass

— EXTREMELY bad singer. Like, I think he's tone deaf, one of my favorite stories (that I heard from Kiri who heard from Tetsu) was that Monoma was singing in the showers and everyone could hear it in the dorm, it got so bad to the point that Manga screamed at him and the text bubble broke a wall 😭

— He's actually a very quiet person (just get him away from class 1-a and his opps). He much prefers to study or read cooped up in his dorm room. He's just an introvert in disguise guys, trust me.

— Theater kid! Despite his lack of vocal ability, the man can ACT. Okay for a bit of context, UA has a lot of events in the SY, one of those was a play put on by the students, written by the drama club and performed by the drama club and whoever wants to audition. During our year, they performed Be More Chill, and Monoma got Michael as his role and he ATE. I cried. Izuku cried. Most of us did.

— UA had the school festival, but they also have University week! It's basically a break for the students to just enjoy and celebrate the legacy of the school! There are stalls all over with food and a few events set up by the students. Why did I say all that you may ask, well there's this improv game that happened in the courtyard of UA's main campus and anyone could enter, from any course and any grade. Monoma joined it and he slaughtered the competition... it's actually insane how easily he can go from insane and deranged to giving the most heartwrenching monologue...

— He is fake pretentious 😞 He says he likes tea and wine but he is a liar. He loves shitty coffee. His favorite are those vending machine ones because they're sweet. His "wine" in lunch? grape juice 😞

— DnD player. This is actually how I figured out he's a chill guy. He is a great Dm and is actually very considerate of his players. The first time I played with him he taught me how to do character sheets properly, also he owns so many dice but they're all basic as hell (apparently he prefers the clean look). He also has a dmpc, it's a half-goblin btw.

— Was bullied as a kid, not for his quirk really, it was mostly because he was a little... chunnibyou. Think Kaidou from Saiki k, he was a lil weirdo 😞 (He's recovered now. He's not like that anymore but sometimes he does do rp online)

— Shit spice tolerance. It's so bad. He can't even handle black pepper and peppercorns 😞 He pretends like he has god tier spice tolerance though.

— Language man, he speaks many! Mostly european languages though. Japanese, English, Dutch, German, and French. He likes studying them and is currently learning Spanish

[torveiglyart]

The more I think about my hobbies and achievements (or lack thereof), the weirder I realize my life is. I had never really thought about some of these things until as of recent, specifically when someone introduced to another as "cool". Like what.

First things first that I've talked about on here is I'm an oboe player. Which is already a kind of "different" instrument to play. And, actually, I've been third chair in the All-District wind ensemble for grades 11-12. So there's that.

Another thing I tend to tell people /if prompted/ is I'm a nationally recognized Scottish Highland dancer. I placed third in the southeast regionals and qualified to perform in Las Vegas along with everyone else who qualified across the country. This one is kinda like my "fun fact" during ice breakers 'cause it's something I know won't be repeated.

I'm a digital artist, as you all know, but I also do traditional art often. A few of my paintings in my portfolio helped me score a spot in NCSU's ID program. Maybe one day I'll scan them and post here.

I'm a singer. This one goes multiple ways as in: HS choir, church choir, musical theatre, and bands. I just like singing and got blessed with a nice voice... I think.

I can bake and decorate very well. As in won a cookie decorating contest at the NC State Fair well. That was a good year for me :). But it's also the perfect ganache every time kind of good. I guess the same can be said about cooking given no meal I've made has gone wrong or tasted bad. I seriously hope it stays that way.

This next one only partially counts because while I'm not /fluent/ by any means, I can somewhat comfortably hold a conversation in a few languages. French, Spanish, Japanese, and, strangely enough, Swahili, are languages I've worked on since uhhhh... I don't know at this point. And I've since added Scottish Gaelic to that list to work on. Languages just fascinate me and I plan to travel A LOT when I get the money to do so.

I do archery in my free time. Often enough I have my own bow and arrows. It’s fun. And last time I went to an actual range I never missed a target which I’m totally bragging here but it’s also just a fun activity to get anger out, you know?

Back to the musical theatre thing, I actually was called back for an audition to enroll at UNCSA, but did not make it. And back in freshman year, I did this whole Society Performers multi-class thing, but cut it short to work on my studies. So while I probably could have gone into theatrics, I don't think that would have been the best choice for me.

An going further back to the instruments, I can also play piano, ukulele, and clarinet, but lessons are those were far fewer than oboe.

Time for the weirder stuff.

I definitely have ADHD, and so does my dad, but we're both undiagnosed so let's just not go there.

I can't whistle or roll my tongue. People always seem really surprised by this one but it's not like I'm in a tiny percentage with that one.

I'm nearsighted in one eye and far sighted in the other, and I also only require one contact lense/prescription. Actually let's call this the whacky section.

I'm allergic to celery. Yes, celery. And only that. Not pollen, not pets, not dust, not even ragweed, but celery. And only when it's raw. Cooked in a dish? Fine. Raw in a salad? Cotton-mouthed and itchy. Not terribly sad about it though.

I can't ride a bike. Like, I know how to in theory, but I just never had a bike growing up. My older sister's always had a flat tire, and by the time my younger brother got one, I was too big to ride it. So I scooter instead :).

I have perfect pitch, as in I hear a pitch, and can tell you the note it is, and can tell you what key a song is originally in and sing it. I would get in trouble a lot as a kid for "picking a fight" with my siblings by telling them, "it actually goes like this," and then changing the key they were singing in. While many find this cool or helpful, unless you're a music student or something, it's actually annoying. The car radio is always a few microtones sharp and there's nothing I can do to make it in tune. My choir teacher would also have me sing the starting pitch for songs, no tuner, which was nerve-wracking.

WOW this was just me ranting (bragging) lol, sorry about that, but hey! Now you know more about me!

If you have any questions or comments, don't be afraid to ask! Or, y'know, do the whole asks thing. I think I changed the icon for that but I'm not sure.

[theverumproject]

Get To Know Me Tag!

Thank you for the tag @rivenantiqnerd!

I rambled a little too much in this one, woops.

Rules: Answer the questions because I want to get to know you better :D 

Do you have a pet?

No, but I frequently get visited by a cat that is older than I am (She's like 22 or something lol). But my mom, my sister and I have been wanting to get chickens!

Comfort food?

I don't really have one? A steak, maybe?

How many languages do you speak?

My native language is Swissgerman, so naturally I also speak High German and obviously I speak English. So let's say 2.5 languages, because the two Germans are similar, but not the same.

I wanna learn many more languages though, that includes; Romansh, Italian (we had it in school for six fucking years but I can barely speak it), French (these three are the other national languages of Switzerland), Swedish, Norwegian, Finnish, Greek, Russian, Japanese, Welsh, Old Germanic, Latin, Old English and perhaps spanish. There are just sooo many beautiful languages in the world, though I know I will probably never get past the 2.5. 

Random fact about yourself

As a kid I got so sick of radio music that I didn't listen to any songs with lyrics in them for about 2-3 years. I only listened to Dubstep, which eventually turned into only listening to Deathstep (and some robo and metalstep) for about 2 years.

One day I found a remix of the songs Psychosocial and The Devil in I by Slipknot. Slipknot was my gateway band to metal. I practically only listened to them for probably more than half a year.

And then I discovered aliencore. Aliencore is a subgenre of death metal in which, you guessed it, everything is about aliens. So I got obsessed with Rings of Saturn at first (I still mourn them deeply) and later on with Aversions Crown. So I pretty much only listened to them for probably more than half a year too.

Then I got obsessed with Behemoth and Gorogoroth for a while, that's how I began listening to black metal too. About one or two years ago I got obsessed with Ghost and only listened to them for more than half a year, AGAIN!

That was the last time I obsessed over a band. Now I just listen to a bunch of different bands and artists. I don't have a favorite band at the moment, but my favorite song is Sommer by Nargaroth. I also love Starchild by Wintersun, Fading Memories by Thy Pallor, Wieczernia by Batushka, The Sun, The Moon, The Star by Aether Realm, Million Year Summer by The Angelic Process, The Satanist by Behemoth and a bunch of Slipknot songs like Gently, Iowa, Scissors and The Virus of Life.

I really just rambled about my entire musical journey, fucking hell.

Something you’re proud of?

In my last year of school, we had to do a final project. I chose to write about how I imagined the future to look like. I researched everything to be as scientifically accurate as possible. I had a bunch of ideas for topics, and in the end I ended up with six. They were: “Can you bring artificial intelligence to life?”, “What could the future of space travel possibly look like?”, “How could the cities of the future look like?”, “Will humanity go extinct?” “What is the technological and human singularity?” and “What is my idea of transhumanism?”. (The original titles are in German).

I had a blast during the presentation, I even made somebody cry actually. I showed them a video of ChaosGPT and it actually frightened some. One girl was wiping her tears away. To me this was really funny, because I put the video on 2x speed which made the Mozart music in the background sound really funny. Imagine some evil AI planning to destroy the world, while a girl is crying as Mozart is playing at 2x speed in the background and I just stand in front of the whole class and two teachers, trying to hold my shit together.

Anyway, I got a 6 (best possible grade) for the written work, a 6 for the journal and a 5.8 for the presentation (I talked for over an hour, which was a little too long, but the rest of it was fucking great!!!), so I received a -6 for the whole project. My other teacher also gave me a 6 (It's an unofficial grade though) and the whole class had to give me a grade too, which were all 6s too!

So yeah, I did a fucking amazing job!

Tags: @teamarine777 @creative-author + open tag!

[th3h0nkz]

˚ ༘✶｡ ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕄𝕪 𝕋𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕒 𝕂𝕚𝕕𝕤

That's right babes, I'm back again with this series, and you can blame tik tok for putting thousands of duncney edits on my FYP, so enjoy it while my new old obsession last.

I decided to redo all of it bc I didn't liked the way that I was writing and making the characters so here I'm again. I'm also thinking about deleting the old ones but for now they gonna stay.

𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍-𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 @666babu 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗉𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗍 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝐈. 𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐧𝐞𝐲 (𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐜ɑ𝐧 + 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐲)

୬ 𓈒 ⊹ ა𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 & 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝑨. 𝑃𝑎𝑐𝑖��𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑒

She/Her; pansexual; 18 years old

An academic rebel, just because she against the system that doesn't mean she needs to have bad grades, her mother wouldn't allow it

Is the older twin by 4 minutes and because of that is super protective over her brother

Gold jewelry girl for life

All of her tattoos, even the ones she hides with her clothes, were draw and made by her father

Besides her earrings, she also have tongue and nipple piercings

Is a theater kid and was embarrassed by it when was younger but now with all the hype she doesn't hide it any more

Watched all the Total Drama seasons and hated Chris McLean in all of them, was kinds disappointed that he didn't stayed at jail for a longer time

Even though se tries to hide it, she can't forget and forgive what her father did to her mother on the Total Drama World Tour

Gwen is actually her godmother and they're very close to the point that Pacifica rather ask her advices then her mother

𝐵. 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

He/They; Trans man; Gay; 18 years old

Don't let the smell of weed deceive you, he's actually the smartest kids on his class and is always seen competing with Pacifica to see who has the best grades

Don't let Courtney know it, but his spanish is the worst

Has a tramp stamp that he did it when he was really drunk, that day also coincides with the first time that he ever drank

Dreams on being a famous violinist but unfortunately has stage freight

Always had support of his family when it comes to his transition, but still doesn't feel comfortable to tell everyone about being trans

Has a terrible taste in men to the point the everyone in the family makes fun of it

Just like his sister, he hates Chris but contrary to popular belief he dreams on participating the show

When was younger Duncan tried to teach him wood craft, but Jack gave up because he's to anxious for that

Hates how over protective Pacifica is with him that's why is so common seeing him doing reckless things

༉‧₊˚.︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

𝐈𝐈. 𝐃𝐣𝐰𝐞𝐧 (𝐃𝐉 + 𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧)

I blame this one on all the Duncney fanfics on AO3, I didn't even know they were a couple but now I'm obsessed with their dynamic (sorry Trent)

୬ 𓈒 ⊹ ა𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 & 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐀. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒

He/They; demissexual; 16 years old

The purest boy you will ever met

Too shy for his own good

Has an amazing relationship with animals just like his father, and wants to be an veterinarian just like him

His love language is quality time, so if he starts to hang a lot with you and makes sure you're always close that means he likes you, like a lot

Is kinda ashamed of his tooth gap and that's why he avoids smiling so much

Is the baby of the family, and even though he tries to deny it, he lover all the pampering and protection especially from his brother since they are so close

Has a belly button piercing, which is a surprise to everyone since he's very afraid of needles

Knows how to play guitar since Gwen and Tyler became friends again after the end of the show, to the point both boys love their 'uncle' Tyler

Became vegan at early age since his father had the habit of taking him to work during school vacation and with that he developed a big bond with all the animals

𝐵. 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

He/him; straight; 18 years old

Despeite the ''ogre" personlity, Alexander s know to be very good with words and feelings, so it's very common to him to write letters and poems to those he really likes

Also has a tooth gap, but since he doesn't smile or laugh a lot most people don't know it

Knows how to speak german, italian and spanish and plans to learn even more languages

Was very close to his grandmother, all he knows about cooking was thanks to her and people can say that the last time he cried was at her funereal

The necklace he wears was a presente from his mother on his 15th birthday and it's the only jewelry that he will ever wear, at least that what's he says

Overprotective with his brother, to the point that doesn't matter where the youngest go he will be there, but that also doesn't mean he don't like to mess with Theo, it's actually his favorite hobby especially because the boy believes in everything he says

May not look like it, but os very competitive to the point he will sacrifice everything to win

Doesn't addmit it not even to his brother, bur his favorite singer is Taylor Swift

Became vegan because of his brother, not in the meaning his brother convinced him to become vegan but because he felt bad eating even meat in front of him

༉‧₊˚.︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 (𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨 + 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫)

୬ 𓈒 ⊹ ა𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢́𝐚 𝐈𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚

She/They; Bisexual; 17 years old

If there's something that everyone expects from Imelda is that she gonna cause some chaos, and those people are absolutely right, after all you can't expect other thing from the daughter of Alejandro and Heather

Loves ballet since she was a kid and has plans to become a professional ballet dancer

If she ever starts to speak in spanish with you, that means she is really mad and is going to destroy you in every way possible

Smokes when is really stressed, but tries to avoid it because doesn't want to end up all gross when she gets older

Even tho she loves ballet Imelda also knows it's ruining her mental health and body image, but she knows is a small price to pay so she hides it from everyone

Acts really tough but it's actually scared of the dark

Others ballerinas become chain smokers but Imelda became addicted to caffeine, to the point she can't go through the day without at least five cups of coffee

Had a lot of pets growing up, but the one she really loves is her pet snake Audrey, which she named after her favorite actress

Wanted to have brothers when she was younger but seeing the relationship her father had with his brothers mas her give up of the idea

[jeannereames]

Why is it that certain sensationalist trivias, still get peddled by professional historians as absolute truths? Like the Caranus debacle. PG's Alexander of Macedon, despite being an excellent account, still mentions the Caranus + Europa double alleged BBQfication. Even though, the timeline&Caranus' unicorn name, reek of myth? Or Stateira getting long distance impregnated by Darius (though Green suggests in fine print that Alexander raped her). What makes a historical tale more or less credible?

A Brief Summary of Important Modern Alexander Scholars

First, I’d caution that we look at when some of these books and articles were written. While the more recent version of Green’s Alexander of Macedon (U. Cal, Berkeley) is 1991, it’s a reprint of his much earlier Thames-and-Hudson bio from 1974, sans pictures. (Also, Green—who’s still alive and kicking!—is 97 this year, so that contextualizes his age.) A general critique of Peter for a while now (as far back as From Alexander to Actium) is that he’s not on top of the more recent publications in the field, which causes some of his conclusions to be dated. Many older scholars can be guilty of that. I can’t even keep up with everything coming out on Alexander and/or Philip and/or Macedonia each year, especially as more and more are in languages I don’t read, such as Italian or Spanish. Even my German is shaky.

OTOH, the proliferation of academic publications in various languages is great, as it signals a healthy field. OTOH, it’s problematic, as most people just don’t read multiple languages, and what languages might have been fashionable back in grad school has shifted since. Additionally, Americans are at a real disadvantage due to our very poor education system here when it comes to learning languages (Spanish aside)—unless one is wealthy enough to attend private schools. And that’s a topic for a different post about elite education in Classics, and the language barrier.

But the upshot is that, while older scholars often gain real breadth of knowledge that allows connections and conclusions younger scholars just can’t make yet, it can become harder to keep up with everything coming out, on top of teaching and service requirements at universities. I’d love to have more time to read the latest—but I can’t and get all my student papers graded, attend all the meetings I have to go to, prep new classes, learn online platforms, etc., etc.

One reason we try to protect pre-tenure faculty from undue service IS so they can write/publish (and do the reading required). Post-tenure, All That Other Stuff starts demanding our time. Way back in grad school, Gene Borza told me, “You will never have read so widely and know as much about a particular slice of the field than you do right now.” I thought he was joking. I know a lot more now than I knew then, to be sure—but feel perpetually behind on recent research.

Anyway, I mention the publication date because history is an ever-developing field. We can talk about Alexander studies as a series of “waves,” if you will. The initial wave viewed Alexander very positively, starting with Droysen (late 1800s), through Tarn, Burns, Milns, Robinson, some others, down into the 1960s and early ‘70s. Hammond was kinda the last of them, who published well into the ‘90s, also arguably Hamilton (although I see him as less forgiving). But this was the Great Man approach. Sources were taken mostly at face value, including Greek views of the Macedonians, with a distinct taste for colonialist narratives such as Plutarch (the Greek “civilizing” of the Barbarian East, etc.). Hammond, however, was among those who seriously questioned Greek views of Macedonians…even while he accepted other things uncritically.

So, in short, these are not absolutely separate buckets. Just general trends.

The next wave brought the Skeptics, engendered by Badian, Schachermeyer, Fredericksmeyer, Green, etc. It still had a fair bit of unconscious colonialist (and misogynistic) taint but began to do much more rigorous source criticism. Maybe ol’ Alexander wasn’t so great, after all. I think of Ian Worthington as still in that vein—Hammond’s flip side. Ha. (Which is funny as Ian edited Nick’s festschrift [a collection of papers in honor of a person]. But Hammond was a legend in his lifetime. Regardless of whether one agrees with everything he wrote, his impact on Macedonian history simply can’t be overestimated. I don’t think anybody, ever again, will [or can] have that sort of influence, given how the field has grown.)

Anyway, around the same time, Macedonian studies (and Philip) were opening as a field in their own right, thanks to Edson and Dell—and Hammond—followed by Borza, Errington, Ellis, Cawkwell, Walbank (Hellenistic), and Greeks like Hatzopoulos and Palagia, then Greenwalt, Anson, Adams, Heckel, Carney, Baynham, Atkinson, etc.

(I’m leaving out names, I’m sure, as I’m doing this on the fly without my library at hand, so apologies.)

Anyway, these things dovetailed to give us some new perspectives, including an attempt to detangle Macedonia from S. Greece, and to spot the misogyny behind texts (thank you, Carney and MacCurdy, et al.), and generally to think further about matters of culture and textual context.

I was a grad student at the back end of that wave, btw.

The “new”(-ish) wave(s?) have been to further contextualize our sources, not just to separate Greek from Macedonian, or to seek the sources behind our extant biographies, but to better recognize the Roman (imperial) overlay. It’s not that earlier historians didn’t know our existing sources were Roman era, but that the focus had been on trying to determine the sources behind our surviving sources: e.g., Kallisthenes, Kleitarchos, Ptolemy, Aristobulos, etc. Lionel Pearson’s The Lost Historians of Alexander the Great was the classic text of that type. What Pearson (and others) did less was talk about contemporary (Roman) influences on our surviving authors.

This new wave includes scholars like Asirvatham, Müller, Ogden, Bowden, Spencer, Pownall, Howe, Finn, etc., etc. There’s also good work being done on military stuff, following Heckel. They’re very much into the textual evidence. Also Carney still, and Baynham. So these are new trends in Alexander historiography.

A feature of this third/fourth wave has been to pick apart some heretofore accepted stories—such as, say, proskynesis. Or the story of Statiera mentioned in the Ask. You’ll see that new take in the forthcoming Netflix docudrama. Alexander isn’t so hands-off. Although I don’t think it was rape so much as Realpolitik, once it became clear Darius had abandoned his family to their fate. And maybe not even Alexander’s idea. 😉

We saw such questioning even in the second/early third wave. Take Karanos. That’s been questioned by Borza, Carney, Greenwalt, et al. BUT Greenwalt has really interesting things to say about the evolving genealogy of the Argead house across time, with morphing forefathers, depending on who the king was. So we get Perdikkas under Alexandros I and Perdikkas “II,” then an Archelaos under Archelaos (Euripides’ lost play), and finally, Karanos under Philip II (or post-Philip). Jonathan Hall in (et al.) Hellenicities talks about the creation of these falsified genealogies in ancient Greece as a means to build and (re-)affirm bonds for political, military, and trade purposes. These things don’t stay the same across time.

The upshot remains that it’s important to check the publication date for any particular book or article, and be sure it’s the original publication, too. Again, the 1991 Univ. of Cal, Berkeley edition of Alexander of Macedon = the 1974 Thames and Hudson’s book of the same title. (If you Google it, you’ll find the “originally published” date, btw.) In short, he wrote it before most people had begun to question the finer points of Kleopatra-Eurydike’s murder by Olympias. OR before so much doubt had been thrown on Justin as a source. (Just wait for the chapter by Carney in the work I’m currently editing. She’s going to trash and burn OH, so much of Trogus/Justin. I’ll give no more spoilers, but yeah. It’s a long, but very good chapter on historiography.)

So publishing date is one thing to look at.

The other is WHO did the writing.

There’s always been a small cottage industry in publishing on Alexander, but quite a few bios have come out recently by people who aren’t Macedonian specialists, or even (sometimes) trained Greek historians (Everitt, I’m looking at you).* Even Goldsworthy’s dual bio, which formed the basis of the recent History Channel episode, was written by a Romanist, albeit he’s known for his military topics. Paul Cartledge, who also wrote a popular bio on ATG, is a specialist on Sparta. Some scholars are one-foot-in, like Carol Thomas, who did Alexander and His World (2006). She knows more about Macedonia due to personal contacts, but her area of serious scholarship is the Dark Age/Early Archaic Age (= Early Iron Age).

So, yes, it’s really important to ask, Who wrote the book/article I’m reading? How deep are they into scholarship on ancient Macedonia/Alexander/Philip II, etc.

The latest bios of Alexander by actual Alexander specialists are Sabine Müller’s Alexander Der Grosse: Eroberungen - Politik – Rezeption (2019), Franca Landucci’s Alessandro Magno (2019), Hugh Bowden’s Alexander the Great, a very short introduction (2014), Edward Anson’s Alexander the Great: Themes and Issues (2013), Lindsay Adams Alexander the Great: Legacy of a Conqueror (2005), and Ian Worthington’s Alexander the Great: Man and God (2004) and the later By the Spear, which includes Phil, too (2016). (Ed Anson also did Philip II, Father of Alexander the Great: Themes and Issues, 2020.) I've probably missed one, so apologize in advance. Again...library is in my office.

If you want to read a biography of Alexander, read a couple of those.

I’ve thought more seriously of late about writing my own biography, intended for non-specialists (e.g., without footnotes but with “for further reading”). Many of these by my colleagues have been textbooks, like Lindsay’s and Ed’s. I’d be more inclined to write it for the interested non-specialist. But I’d have to find a publisher, and I wouldn’t even seriously consider it until this Hephaistion & Krateros book is done.

Also, I might have a hard time selling “yet another” biography on Alexander, especially if it’s not dripping with drama and/or cherished myth and/or doesn’t try to paint Alexander as either a god or a monster.

Or maybe THAT could be the selling point. “This is the biography by a specialist that brings the interested reader up to date on the latest scholarship regarding Alexander, Philip, and Argead Macedonia, but does it in layman’s language, and isn’t a college textbook.”

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*You may wonder why publishers buy books from historians who aren’t Macedonian specialists? Well, sometimes they want that. Carol wrote hers precisely because she’s not a specialist, but had contacts who were, and therefore was thought to be better at breaking it all down for students. Other publishers want the sensationalist stuff, or a “new angle” (which is rarely actually new).

[sophies-junkyard]

On the topic of languages, did I ever tell y’all about my 6th craziest roommate?

So a few years ago I was scrambling because someone backed out of my lease right before the semester started. This girl (I’ll call her “Ella”) responded to my roommate ad. She said she was 25, she was from Guatemala, and she had the same major as me. She seemed legit, so I passed her info to my other roommates. They vetted her and she signed on.

From there, things got…. Interesting.

Our rooms shared a wall, and this girl would talk on the phone for HOURS. She didn’t know this, but I was getting my minor in Spanish. I had 8 years of formal education and a lifetime of practice with the Peruvian dialect. But listening to Ella on the phone made me realize my Spanish was TERRIBLE! I couldn’t understand a WORD she was saying. I really buckled down in my classes that semester. Kept getting straight A’s, but I knew I could never be truly fluent.

Meanwhile things were getting tense between Ella and my roommate “Jess”. Ella and Jess shared a bathroom, and Ella insisted on showering 4 times a day. She also box-dyed her hair RED Every. Single. Weekend and never cleaned the tub or counters. She destroyed Jess’ non-stick pans, stole blankets from her room, and kept her up late by talking on the phone. While I was on Jess’ side, I refused to get involved. I had been in enough roommate drama for one lifetime (6 long stories), so I said nothing.

Over winter break, Ella secretly invited a boyfriend to the house while we were at home. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal (what we didn’t know etc etc), but Jess stopped by the house and found them using HER FURNITURE for a… love nest… in the living room. This mystery man was also using Jess’ toiletries. Ella didn’t even know his last name. There was a big fight, but I was hours away so it wasn’t my problem.

Spring semester rolled around. I’m looking over my class schedule, and who is listed as one of my TAs? Ella. Now that was SERIOUSLY against university policy. I mentioned it to her at home and she acknowledged that she would need to recuse herself. I waited and waited but the first day came around and there we were. In lab together as student and teacher.

And on her introductory PowerPoint, it said she was… Venezuelan? And a grad student? “Damn” I thought “I have a terrible memory.”

The ethics of her position stressed me out, but I realized if I got her fired she wouldn’t be able to pay rent. And if she could, I would be in the middle of more roommate drama. But things with Jess and Ella were worse than ever. Her shower habits tripled our utilities bill. We would never get our deposits back because of the dye. Ella broke an heirloom from Jess’ grandmother. She also shattered their toilet seat? She lied about both. Did Ella know I was a Jess sympathizer? Did she know we were pissed about the pans? What would that mean for my grades?? So I stayed silent. She was…. A terrible teacher.

At night, her tone in phone calls changed. I could tell she was NOT talking to relatives. But I still couldn’t gather any context. I kept my Spanish practice very, VERY quiet out of embarrassment. The walls were thin. I sorta wanted to ask her for fun slang, though.

One day in the kitchen I asked her what part of Venezuela she was from. Her accent was so unique! And did she use “vos” or “tu”? She told me it was a very small town, and abruptly left to make a phone call. Oh well.

End of spring was coming up. Everyone was moving out except me… and Ella? She wouldn’t give me a straight answer about her plans. My final grade was still in her hands so I didn’t press. And I was feeling pretty down about my classes. Were my Spanish lessons ever going to pay off? I studied extra hard to master pluscuamperfecto.

Lab ended. With 2 weeks remaining, she texted me: “My life plans have changed. I’m leaving. Goodbye.” She gave my group a 98% on our final project as soon as we turned it in.

I never saw her again.

Jess and I finally had time to catch up, and we swapped stories about our eclectic roommate. This is where shit hit the fan. Jess was working for the same professor as Ella, and had been privy to some pretty shocking information.

“I can’t believe a 34 year old woman would act like that” she said. HUH? I told her Ella was only 25!

But Jess saw her credentials in lab. She overheard everything she ever said. Ella was 34 years old. Maybe older. She was sugaring-no shame- BUT she was giving OUR ADDRESS to dozens of strangers online. She used different voices, different names, and different stories on every single one of them. She had an actual boyfriend who doted on her, but she had fallen in love with one of her sugar daddies. It ended when he refused to take her on his family vacation to the Caribbean. She was moving to Arkansas to start over. She took most of Jess’ cookware with her.

And that wasn’t all. A year earlier, Ella had told Jess that she was 23 years old and from HONDURAS. I don’t even remember what she told our 4th roommate (who should chime in if I forgot anything, btw). So what was the truth??? Guatemala, Venezuela, Honduras WHO WAS THIS WOMAN??? We dug and finally found Ella’s LinkedIn. There it was… she was 36 years old, had a different last name, had been a student of MANY different universities…

AND SHE WAS FROM BRAZIL.

SHE SPOKE PORTUGUESE. PORTUGUÊS. ALL THAT INSECURITY. THE SHAME. FUCKING HELL DUDE. I worked 5x as hard that semester to make up for my COMPLETE INEPTITUDE and she Wasn’t. Even. Speaking. Spanish. I am such a fucking idiot. Si hubiera sabido la verdad no habría sufrido. God damn.

So anyways, she followed me on Instagram and started posting from all over Europe. For 2 years she posted weekly. Germany, England, France and- yes- even Portugal. Good for her. The matter was closed.

…Until my final semester when I ran into Ella on campus. She had brown hair, had ditched her glasses, and ran away as soon as she saw me. I did some digging. Turns out she only went to Europe for A MONTH. She never set foot in Arkansas. She had immediately come back to school and enrolled in a new program with a new nickname. To this day she posts new European adventure photos every few weeks.

I don’t know what the fuck was going on in her life, or why she told so many elaborate lies… but I graduated with a 4.0 in Spanish. So… I guess the moral of the story is you should always have faith in your own abilities :D

(… and I would say “vet people before you live with them”, but honestly roommates 1-5 blow her out of the fucking water so. whatever.)

[arthurn9]

Opal, Byroden, And a Sense of Mexican/Latino Culture in Exandria

Aimee Carrero is a treasure for bringing Opal to life. She's absolutely my favorite character in EXU, and it's not even close. (That is to say, I love them all, but Opal is just...she's everything. Charismatic, fun to talk to, friendly, a little ditzy and naive, full of herself, show-offy...I could only dream of making PCs like her (and I have tried lol).) And while the character is amazing in and of herself, what she represents actually means so much more to me.

A little backstory. Breaking kayfabe a little here, don't worry, it can still be real to you, damn it, but I am not, in fact, a blue-skinned tiefling with sky blue hair and a silly tail in what some would call "the real world". I'm of Latino descent, specifically Mexican-American, first generation. My parents are from Chihuahua and Durango, Mexico, respectively, and came to the US to make a better life for themselves, finding each other and bringing me into this world in the process. Spanish was my first language, and although it's long since been supplanted by English as my default language, I still speak it enthusiastically when with my family.

I grew up going to fiestas, celebrated several quinceañeras for various cousins and my own sister, went to misa (church service) every Sunday as a good Catholic boy, and took several trips to Mexico over the years to visit grandparents and family.

And at some point, I kind of grew ashamed of that.

Apparently, it's not entirely that uncommon, and kind of understandable. For me, it's hard to say what caused this change in my mentality. It might have been because all around me, everyone spoke English and lived the culture of America (which is a paradox in its own right, considering the hodgepodge of culture that is America). Maybe it was leftover resentment from being put into basic ESL courses in 1st and 2nd grade despite being one of the fastest-learning readers of English in Kindergarten. (I won the limo-pizza party prize from Dominos for reading so many books, damn it!)

Whatever the case, by 6th grade, I was almost exclusively speaking English everywhere, only begrudgingly speaking Spanish when talking to my parents because that's basically all they spoke. I rolled my eyes at things like Pinatas at birthday parties and going to Church (though that might have just been my growing agnosticism). Hell, even my name changed; Arthur is just the Anglicized version of my real name. I'll let you figure that out. And in high school it got really bad. I basically had to take Spanish classes to get back some semblance of speaking the language, and even then I wasn't super happy doing it.

Since then, after maturing a fair amount, I've recovered most of my Spanish speaking ability and patched things up, largely, with my parents. Turns out moving out is all I needed to get the ball rolling! How about that.

Part of that recovery journey has been connecting a bit more over time with my Latino roots. Movies like Coco and Encanto helped recover my interest in a lot of those roots, and I started to more and more gain confidence in those roots. Slowly but surely I started to weave those Mexican roots back into my own storytelling. My favorite Original Characters, Rhys and Uniqua Plateado (from a RWBY AU called AXUR I made with my best friend that I may talk about some day) were deeply entrenched in Mexican/Spanish roots (or the Remnant equivalent of same), with Uniqua in particular deriving her battle style/armor design from both Spanish Flamenco and Mexican Jarabe. More and more of my writing was influenced by the culture of Mexico and the American Southwest.

And then the bomb that is Opal dropped.

To quote Aimee Carrero: "My first question when creating Opal was: 'What’s the Exandria equivalent of Laredo, TX?'"

It turns out that through talking to Matt Mercer, Aabria Iyengar, and creative down at Whitestone Towers (yes I did just make another wrestling joke What Of It), Aimee had created a hub of Exandrian-flavored Mexican culture. Before, Byroden was just a town in the twins' backstory, the site of tragic loss. Now, it was a lively community filled with wonderful cuture, debutant balls, and so much potential.

Because of that inspiration, I was able to finally fill in the gaps for my most beloved player characters' backstories. I was able to find a home for the Cena family, now officially retconned to be their true form: Ex-icans! (please don't shoot me it's a bad name but it's got spirit)

I was able to integrate its culture into my own campaigns. Several prominent Latino wizarding/magic families now live there in my campaigns' version of Exandria. Spanish flows there, and you can visit La Purisima Panaderia for a sweet treat (definitely named for a wonderful Panaderia in my local area that popped one of my players, another Latino native to the area). My main OC family, the Cena's, has a set of triplets among then, two of them (the bitchy, bratty ones) named after two characters from a legendary meme-worthy telenovela (and yes, this was mostly to have one of them spout the funny catchphrase). The third was named for my most beloved Aunt Leticia, who resides in my soul even 13 years after her passing. (Also apparently also named for the protagonist of said telenovela but that was actually a complete accident. Also the elder sister was named for an alias the protagonist of that telenovela takes at one point you know what I'm just gonna say I'm the 6th remake of Betty La Fea and be done with it.)

I was even able to put some of my own mother's heritage in my games! In my version of Byroden, a family owns a toy shop (that has all sorts of cool arcane toys and gadgets). However, its biggest attraction is an arcane doll that supposedly was a human woman at one point...and she sits dormant, celebrated every year by the people of Byroden around the point of Harvest's End. This was inspired by a similar story of a mannequin supposedly created by an embalmed bride-to-be, a legend in Chihuahua.

While I could definitely have done this on my own in some way, having that inspiration come when it did, when my own journey to recover that identity was at its peak, did so much to help show me how cool it could be to integrate that into my storytelling. I'm more excited than ever to implement my roots into my storytelling, and it's all thanks to one cute girl with white hair, a pink jacket, and a penchant for tying good knots. So thank you, Aimee Carrero. Now please bring my girl home, spider mommy is scawy and I don't wanna say goodbye to my giiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrlllllllllll

also on another note though it's never been properly discussed Vax and Vex are a bit brown canonically and are from Byroden so um....maybeIheadcanonthatWeClaimThemokaybye

[squirmydonnie]

Vent: TW: school ,, ableism (I think)

possible OCD.

I start back swimming this week.

My only reason for dreading it is the amount of time I'll have to myself.

I feel like I need to have a lot of time just by myself.

I won't have as much during swim.

Interacting with people has been difficult lately. Because I am just so angry and frustrated when people talk to me.

But I get so worried about doing something wrong. So it's not a good mix.

I'll also have less time to do what I think might be compulsions. Which worries me.

And I'm afraid of what might happen.

I'm having I very difficult time in school right now. I have trouble getting myself to go to sleep and get ready for bed.

I don't really want to stay up late most nights. And only stay up to get my time to myself and keep checking repeatedly.

I don't end up getting a lot of sleep because of that.

I wake up at 5:45. And go to sleep at often times at 1 or later.

My parents don't seem to understand I'm not really making the choice to stay up late. And would much rather be able to go to sleep in peace and not worry so much.

I sleep a lot in my first class. Which is quite simple. But has large amounts of work. And I finish them at home.

Most other work I finish at school. But only with the help of other students. Especially in Chemistry.

I don't get what we're doing right now.

It's an equation type of thing. I haven't been to good in math. I passed geometry because the teacher helped me cheat basically. Which is nice and all. But that means I didn't do most of it on my own.

So any classes where they say I should know something.

I just don't.

I don't get anything at all.

I couldn't even remember what my math class was called.

I just searched it up on my computer.

I haven't been able to control myself as well either.

In Spanish I couldn't stop breaking down.

I believe I may struggle with selective mutism.

It was much worse in 8th grade. And actually got much better this year.

But unfortunately, it seems like it started over when learning a new language.

Even though I don't stutter much now. I do when I speak Spanish.

I can't get words that are in my head to come out my mouth. No matter what. It very hard to speak.

Sorry this is all Friday: may 10th

I was partnered up with someone for the speaking test. And I had been partnered with him before. I could not really speak.

He acts in a certain way. That he thinks hes better than most people.

Which makes it hard. Even if hes willing to help people. It's like he saw me as defective and stupid. To not even be able to pronounce words in Spanish.

Which is something I can do! But not really in front of other people.

He kept making remarks about me to other students without saying my name.

That he was "trying to practice".

I decided to go to the bathroom.

And did something in there. Before I realized a girl i knew from class was in there.

So I went to a stall. She tried to ask if I was okay and stuff like that. But I just said yes. Even though that didn't really make any sense.

Because I had just force myself in the the corner next to the toilet with the door open because I couldn't even get myself to close it.

After she left I went to a bigger stall. And sat on the floor.

I can no longer have reservations about whether or not I want to sit on the bathroom floor. It just doesn't matter now.

I did start trying to eat my pass. But there wasn't really a point in that.

So after chewing it just threw it away and went back to class.

I keep thinking she might talk about me because of what I did. I think she might start treating me differently too.

I'm not sure what that would mean.

I'd always hoped if I ever did end up doing something like this. It would just be one big incident. And not a whole bunch.

More isn't better in the aspect. But I don't think I have a choice in acting like this anymore.

It doesn't feel like I can get myself to stop. Or hold back.

I started my speaking test with my partner. By this point I had proved to him that I really could speak Spanish. But that I get so incredibly stuck I can't really talk.

The speaking test started well. Until our teacher (who should have been suspended already and never came back after those 2 weeks) started knocking on the door to get the students to be quiet. Which at this point we've all lost respect for him so of course they didn't.

He stopped our speaking test.

And I tried to tell him I really didn't want to start over. But at this point it didn't matter so I went back in the classroom and just started crying.

My partner did try cheering me up. Which was nice. But it did feel weird.

Luckily I didn't have to start over. And we just continued from where we were.

After school I was very exhausted. I just hoped to go home.

But we went to pick up so hair stuff and a new TV.

While my mom got the hair products, I played with some cicadas. I let them land on me and I held them in my hands.

They were very nice. It cheered me up from my hard day.

I went back to the car.

We pulled up at the electronic store.

I got a phone call from mrs 🦆(shes back home now and okay)

It was unfortunately a distressing message. She didn't mean to call me and meant to call the hospital.

So I was very worried.

And my mom got out to meet my dad's car so they could get the new tv.

I just started crying again

I was very loud. But no cars heard me or anything.

My mom prayed in the car for mrs 🦆.

When I got home I put my backpack and stuff in my room and then went back outside.

I nerves were really messed up from the phone call and my day.

So I was kinda shaking. I started looking for animals and insects. I don't remember seeing all that many..

It started raining. There have been various weather warnings recently.

At school there was hail and hard rainfall. Along with lights cutting on and off.

I decided not to go back inside.

I didn't have my hair done well that day. And it was worse the day before.

I was having some fun in the rain. But still was acting funny.

I got scared when I saw a neighbor looking at me.

And then more came up to their drive through.

I was thinking I looked like BC. But I did not.

I actually looked ridiculous and my hair was messed up.

So I had to fix it before coming upstairs..

It reminds me of earlier in the day.

I has spilt my lemonade trying to get into my moms car door.

And when I got to mrs.👚 house I noticed it spilled where Cookie's puncture is.

Which was nice I guess. Except I didn't need the reminder. Nor the the 4 minute social media and school dreams. Each was a 4 minute dream.

But for dinner I chose what I wanted.

My brother had left for a field trip that Friday

I ate exactly what I ate when I quit 'Cookie 12 daydreaming'.

Bacon cheeseburger lettuce and tomato with mozzarella sticks.

Which I think was a good treat for my day.

[occult-roommates]

5 fun facts about Dawud

Thanks to @bnt0​ for this, didn’t expect anyone to actually ask so thank you so much!

1) In my original draft of the story, the part about him being a gifted child who skipped several years of school was still there, however he did graduate college instead of dropping out. I think I changed it to dropping out cause I realized even if he skipped grades my timeline did not match considering he’s only 23 at the beginning.

2) He got his red ring from his father, which has been a family heirloom for a few generations at that point, though nobody really knows where the ring originated from. Also the ring wasn’t really supposed to be a thing (in his original character profile he’s not even wearing it), it’s just that when I made the first chapter, where he’s wearing his cold weather outfit, I forgot to remove the game generated accessories and only noticed after the screenshots were taken. So I told myself that, well, it’s gonna be a part of his design now. It even fits his color scheme so...

3) Speaking of color, he’s colorblind, though it’s pretty mild. Did ruined his original goal in life, he wanted to be an aeronautical engineer like his father. So he decided to go in computer programming instead. However, as you could guess from the fact he dropped out, he was terrible at it. He’s pretty happy with being an aircraft mechanic though...wait a minute.

*google “can you be an aircraft mechanic if you’re colorblind”* oh ok he’s fine.

4) While he grew up an only child, he almost had a sibling, but his mom sadly lost the baby fairly late into the pregnancy, which as to make this worse was the triggering that ultimately caused his parents to divorce. His parents had shared custody, though he’s always been a daddy boy. Also, since his parents were often very busy at works, he spent a huge chunk of his childhood living with the Newberrys and consider Audrey like his sister to an extent. 

5) He wishes he could speak more languages than English, but he’s just terrible at learning new one. Like, in spite of his mother’s best attempt he can barely speak Arabic beyond a few basic sentences, doesn’t know any Spanish after living in Arizona his entire life, and forgot most of his high school German classes. On the other hand, he’s weirdly good at pronounciation and accent.

So that’s it, the five fun facts...I mean those are entire paragraphs of random information (and one of them is more about the making of than the actual character) instead of little facts but it’s written nowhere that I couldn’t do that! 

[edgessunflower]

⚓: Hey lovely! Sorry I passed out when I got home but now I will be spamming you. Can I get a ship with Harry Potter(both eras if you write for them, I forget because you are awesome and write for so many people!), stranger things and Pirates of the Caribbean. Here I am: I’m a bit chubby🤷🏼‍♀️ I do have OCD(but I’m on medicine so it’s all good) I am a fourth grade teacher! I have two doggos. I’m pretty calm but boring🙃 I’m very blunt but always with good intentions! I am VERY sassy and sarcastic though, some people cannot handle the mess I am 😂 I am a ENTJ and a ravenclaw 💙 random crazy fact about me, I am the pickiest eater but I’ll try anything once! (When I was a kid there was a year that I ate nothing but cheerios) Likes: my dogs, baby’s, cute fluffy pink things, kind people, reading, cleaning, baking(even tho I suck at it I’m getting better), leaning new things(I’m learning more about the personality types and Spanish rn!!) Dislikes: anything scary(horror movies, spooky stuff), alcohol, disorganized places

Ofc babe! 😘

First I ship you with Sirus Black! 🖤

He always enjoys when you let the sass and sarcasm release together but he tries to make sure not to do anything for a sarcastic remark

He tries not to drink too much when you guys go to parties with a heavy alcohol presence around no matter what kind of party it is he always makes sure you're not too far away and not drink a lot of alcohol in front of you

He likes hearing you read to him randomly while you read a chapter book no matter what it is or when it is he always lays in your lap listening to you calmly read

He always includes you in pranks against the others always having you jump out near him to scare someone more

He likes seeing you with your dogs always petting them and taking care of them when you are in the other room or at class and he ditches for the day to take a break snuggling with your dogs at your home

He likes to help you bake including sneaking licks of frosting off the spoon and eating the sprinkles or candies you put on the cake

Now I ship you with Jim Hopper! 🤎

He likes your blunt honesty no matter the situation or if it hurts someone's feelings you say it anyway out of the kindness of your heart and true honesty

He likes seeing you with kids even older kids but it's when you're with babies and little kids that his heart just soars and warms

He likes when you make home bread even when he is sick he still enjoys slowly home made bread and soup made by you with love

He likes to get you anything pink and fluffy he can find from blankets, lamps, and clothes to purses, pillow covers, and curtains always enjoying your smile and the kiss he gets for it

He always reminds you to take your medicine even having it ready for you while you get up and get awake so you can get your day started

He always smiles and smirks when you put someone in their place especially if they are a shitty person and need to be

And finally I ship you with Will Turner! 🩵

He never judges your emotions no matter the situation he just hugs you and listens to what you need and have to say

He accepts and loves you for who you are always gently and affectionately rubbing your sides showing you how much he truly loves you when the two of you are alone and intimate

He likes seeing you in one of his clothes or wearing one of his scarfs around your head or tying your hair up never holding back his sweet smile at the subtle act

He always smirks and laughs even in a dangerous situation when you stand toe to toe with someone with a sword or a gun never afraid to show how far you're willing to go for him and the black pearl crew

He likes watching you interact with each member of the crew being a friend and even like a sister to most of them always helping someone when needed

He likes that you and Elizabeth are wonderful friends whenever you go if will isn't there she is following right beside you

[shadowqueen402]

Prim And Proper Origins: Part 2

Prologue is here:

Part 1 is here:

For the past eight years, twelve-year-old Primrose had been rather meticulous with her little scheme. At home, she would behave extremely well, treat her parents and brother with respect, and do really good in school. This included treating the other students and teachers with kindness and hospitality.

Of course, this did not mean that she actually cared. While her parents, brother, and the others may have assumed that she changed her ways, in reality, Primrose couldn't care less about them. She only saw them as nothing more than pawns that could help her get whatever she wanted.

What amused Primrose was the fact that they weren't suspecting a thing. They just carried on with their lives, believing that she actually changed. To make it more convincing to people like her brother, Primrose had to do a lot of things that she would never do..

First, she practiced how to play the flute. Though she was fluent in English and French, she had also started studying Spanish in her free time. She worked hard in school and managed to get all A's in every single class she took, especially the ones that she would normally flunk in.

To top it off, she had even joined ballet class. Sometimes, Primrose would bring 'friends' over from school and pretend to be interested in the gossip that they would tell her. With all that had happened, Primrose was able to fool everyone while, at the same time, either wear expensive designer clothing or flaunt her new purse that her father gave her.

Of course, Primrose had known that someone would get suspicious. And that someone was none other than her brother, Vladimir.

Vladimir had been secretly wondering how Primrose was able actually to get straight A's. It wasn't that he was jealous, but the fourteen-year-old had recently been finding himself being compared to Primrose. And he didn't like that one bit. Everytime he came back with a report card that had A's and B's, these would his parents' replies:

"Seriously, Vladimir? B's? Primrose managed to get A's in this subject and she isn't in high school yet! We need to get you a tutor!"

"Why can't you be like Primrose; smart, well-educated, and passionate about learning something new? You'll never be successful if you don't work hard enough!"

Vladimir couldn't take it anymore. Maybe, Primrose could help him bring up his grades so he could stop being compared to her anymore.

He walked to the door to Primrose's room. Then, he opened it up and walked into the elegant and fancy pink bedroom that belonged to his sister.

Primrose, who was sitting on her desk, looked up from her book and glared at her brother. "What do you want?" She asked in an aggravated tone.

"Whoa, calm down," Vladimir replied, furrowing his brows. "I didn't come here to take anything of yours. Rather, I came to ask if you could help me."

"Why would I help you?" Primrose asked.

"To bring my grades up." Vladimir crossed his arms. "Apparently, our parents are getting onto me about my grades. So since you got all A's, I'd figured that—" His eyes cut off when he saw a bunch of papers on the floor. He picked them up and widened his eyes.

"Answer sheets!?" Vladimir exclaimed. "You were cheating on every single test!? Wait until Mama and Papa find out!"

"Give those back!" Primrose yelled, but Vladimir held them up to prevent her from taking them.

"No! They need to know the truth!" Vladimir said, glaring at his sister. "They need to know the truth, Prim! If they found out you were lying to them, you would be in so much trouble! Either you tell them or I will!"

Primrose had a look that was a mixture of shock and anger. She wasn't going to let Vladimir get away with this. An idea came into her head. With a smirk plastered on her lips, Primrose took a fist and hit herself in the face.

"What are you doing!?" Vladimir demanded.

"Mama! Papa!" Primrose cried out with crocodile tears. "Vladimir hit me!"

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came rushing to the door. Mr. Gaillot opened the door with such force that it caused the two siblings to jump.

"What is going on!?" Their father demanded, glaring. "My wife and I were on our way to her spa treatment and you two had to do something that would make us late!"

"Primrose had been cheating on her tests!" Vladimir yelled before Primrose could say anything. "I came to her room to ask if she could help me bring my grades up with tutoring and I found these!" He showed his parents the answer sheets.

"And so you hit her!?" Mrs. Gaillot growled, glaring at her son and placing her hands on her hips.

"Yes, he did!" Primrose shouted.

"No, I did not!" Vladimir yelled. "She's just manipulating you in order to get what she wants! And it doesn't help that you two obviously believe her more than me!"

"ENOUGH, THE BOTH OF YOU!" Mrs. Gaillot shouted. "You both are grounded! It's quite obvious that you two cannot seem to get along with each other!"

"How am I grounded!?" Primrose demanded. "Vladimir hit me!!"

"Don't back talk to your mother, young lady!" Mr. Gaillot snarled at Primrose. "This is what is going to happen from now on. Vladimir, I'm sending you to London! The Boarding Academy for Boys will straighten you out and hopefully teach you how to get along better with family!"

"Papa, you can't be serious!" Vladimir protested.

"My decision has been made!" Mr. Gaillot replied. "Now get packing, young man!"

"As for you, Primrose, you won't be going to that high school that you wanted to go to!" Mrs. Gaillot said. "After your father drops your brother off, we will be moving to Scotland! Your father and I will also decide what high school you'll be going to!"

"What!? That's not fair!" Primrose yelled. "You can't do this to me, Mama! Don't I get a say into something?"

"Absolutely not!" Mrs. Gaillot barked. "Now, get to bed!!"

The next day, the family were now in front of a large building where teenaged boys were attending. Vladimir gripped his suitcase, glaring harshly at the school.

"We'll see you soon, Vladimir," Mrs. Gaillot said. "Write to us, whenever you can."

Vladimir didn't say anything to his parents or Primrose. Rather, he just walked up to the building without so much as saying goodbye to his family.

With a disheartened look on her face, Mrs. Gaillot turned around to leave with her husband and daughter. And they started to drive back to France.

"Mama, don't you and Papa have workplaces in Scotland?" Primrose asked in an attempt to make the silence not awkward.

"We do," Mrs. Gaillot said with such pride in her tone. "I have two perfume shops there. Your father, on the other hand, owns five jewelry shops there as well! One of my shops and one of your father's shops is located in Edinburgh, which is the city that we will move to. I expect you to actually be on your perfect behavior when you get to this high school, young lady."

"Yes, Mama." Primrose gazed out the window. But a smirk appeared on her face. Since she would be living in Edinburgh soon, she couldn't help but wonder what experiences she will face in life. But as long as she had wealth and looks, she can still get what she wanted, right?

I don't own Madame Prim and her family.

[askbrett]

MEET STONER BRETT BUKOWSKI !!

auditioning with the song: busters get popped a stoner brett original

Busters get popped, busters get popped. Got my mind on my money, money on my mind. Sippin' on a 40 while I'm pushin' on the grind. Feel the pain, the game. Yeah, Lil' Wayne. Lil' Wayne.

BIOGRAPHY & HEADCANONS

wait, is that STONER BRETT BUKOWSKI? they kinda look a lot like CALEB LANDRY JONES, don’t they? i heard the TWENTY-TWO year old is known as the CONNECT around mckinley. it seems like they auditioned to be in the NEW DIRECTIONS, DULY NOTED, JUNIOR VARSITY, AND EVEN THE TROUBLETONES AND THE WARBLERS which is so lame? especially because they weren't accepted because they're tone-deaf/not a freshman/not a girl/don't even attend Dalton. people at campus have said they’re EASY GOING, but don’t be fooled since they’re also FORGETFUL. rumor has it, you can find them at DIGITAL MEDIA CLUB, PAINTING CLUB, PHOTOGRAPHY CLUB, INTERNATIONAL CLUB, OR WORKING ON THE MUCKRACKER when they aren’t belting showtunes using or selling drugs. their entire vibe revolves around RED EYES AND BIG SMILES, WORN OUT BEANIES AND THREADBARE JACKETS, AND THE SMELL OF SMOKE AND HOMELESSNESS but no one pays attention to that here in ohio.

LIST ABOUT 3+ HEADCANONS ABOUT YOUR CHOSEN CHARACTER!

Brett is one of the oldest juniors on campus because he got held back his senior year of high school. He almost got held back twice, but all the teachers decided to give him a barely passing grade so he can slip by rather than have him in their classes again.

Most of the time, Brett is on something. He only smoked weed in high-school, but he has tried just about everything since going to college. He likes to be able to know what he's selling. The past year he's slowed down though, in part to his roommates and partly because he doesn't want to have to drop out of college. He's still using, but mostly just weed and the occasional pill. 

Despite the strict drug laws in Ohio, Brett can basically get you whatever you need at a moment's notice.

WHAT? THIS CLUB IS MY COMMUNITY SERVICE.

BASICS OF BRETT:

full name: brett bogumil bukowski. pronouns: he/him. gender: cismale. nicknames: stoner brett, bukowski. hometown: lima, ohio. birthday (zodiac) & age: june 27th (CANCER) / twenty-two years old. relationship status: single, has an on and off again gf named dottie kazatori. sexuality: bisexual. religion: agnostic. occupation: drug dealer and artist. residence: small house off campus with roommates. sports/clubs: painting club, international club, photography club, digital media club, and the muckracker. glee club: none, yet but he auditions without fail to each one every year. languages: english, ASL, spanish, polish, and french. wants to learn russian and german. major: art. minor: ceramics.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

face claim: caleb landry jones. height: 5'10". build: slim. eyes: blue. hair: red/copper. piercings: he has his ears pierced and stretched. he's at a size 00 in gauges. tattoos: he has an assortment all around his body of different minor tattoos he's gotten while high or drunk, some are stick and poke. other distinguishing features:  he has freckles covering most of his body. style: brett dresses in whatever's most comfortable, doesn't matter if it's torn or worn out. will usually not comb his hair and just tosses on a beanie.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

clients: BRETT NEEDS CUSTOMERS !!! be it a regular or someone buying for the first time.

BFFS/platonic soulmates: they hang out at the house and chill, take drives at night to get food/snacks, can be a fellow stoner or just someone who takes care of brett when he's on something.

friends with benefits: the boy has needs !!

study buddy or tutor: brett is failing about 80% of his classes, okay.

roommate: sam evans and brett live together in a house right by campus and there's room for one more !!

rival: another dealer or just someone trying to aggressively change his way of life.

I'm honestly down for any connections for my boy so you can absolute DM me on here or on discord !! LET'S PLOT !!

AND HERE'S MORE ON OUR FAVORITE CONNECT THAT I DIDN'T WANT TO ADD ON THIS ALREADY LONG POST.