#i already carried last group project i dont wanna do it again

[potangena44]

venting out my frustrations towards final pts using yesod lobotomy corporation. this is me btw im listening to my assorted genre playlist in my yesod cosplay right now doing my reaction paper for EAPP at 12:54 am philippine time. manager please execution bullet me

[turtle-steverogers]

Departed Chap 7 Pt 1

Ships: Slow burn Sprace

Warnings: None in this part

Spot took a container of leftover spaghetti bolognese out of the fridge and transferred a portion to a bowl to heat up. Race was currently at the dance studio with Romeo and Albert, so Spot had a few hours of solitude to relax without having to worry about anyone else. He took the now warm bowl of pasta out of the microwave and began to cut the spaghetti into smaller strands.

“What the hell are you doin’ to my pasta?” Race’s horrified voice sounded from the entrance to the kitchen.

“What are you doin’ back?” Spot asked, stirring his spaghetti.

“Albert got a migraine so we decided to call it a day- no, don’t change the subject, you bitch,” Race said, jabbing a finger at Spot, “You cut your fuckin’ spaghetti?”

Spot shrugged and took a bite, “Always have. Guess I never thought twice about it, it’s jus’ how I eat pasta.”

Race narrowed his eyes, “You sicken me.”

“Okay, buddy, calm down,” Spot smirked, “How was dance?”

“It was good,” Race said, pulling a bowl out of one of the cabinets and warming up some bolognese for himself, “Romeo taught Al and I some choreo for ‘Jackie and Wilson’ that he and Specs had come up with.”

“Y’all are really on that Hozier grind, ain’t ya?”

“What? He’s got good bops!” Race said, a defensive tone leaking into his words.

“Don’t say bops,” Spot said, “Like, ever again.”

“Hozier’s bops give me life!” Race exclaimed, a shit eating grin spreading across his face.

“Shut the fuck up,” Spot deadpanned, “You’re so cringey.”

“Yeah, but ya love me,” Race said, mouth full of spaghetti.

Spot’s stomach did a flip and he blushed, turning away to put his dishes in the dishwasher, “Yeah, yeah don’t push it.”

“Hey, so I was thinkin’-“

“That’s never good,” Spot cut Race off, earning a glare from the latter, “M’sorry, continue.”

“As I was sayin’, I was thinkin’ we could go into the city a ‘lil later today. The Met’s got that Tintoretto exhibit I been wantin’ ta go to.”

“The what exhibit?”

“Tintoretto. He’s my favorite Italian artist. Does portraits and shit.”

“Oh, cool. Yeah, I’m down,” Spot agreed.

Race’s eyes lit up and he grinned, “Hell yeah! I been achin’ ta see it for ages, but Melissa never agreed ta go.”

“Well, I’m agreein’. Get showered, we’ll go in like an hour ish?”

“Okay, wanna see if Jack and Kath wanna come, too? I know Jack has like an art analysis assignment for some art class or somethin’.”

“Sure, yeah. Go ahead and ask ‘em, I gotta take the trash down.”

Race pulled out his phone and picked up his dance bag to deposit into Spot’s room. Spot took a yard bag and began dropping all the smaller trash bags into it. Race walked past him into the bathroom, carrying a change of clothes.

“Wait,” He called, “Pass me the trash bag in there!”

The door to the bathroom reopened and Race held out the trash bag.

Spot took it, “Thanks.” He heard the shower turn on as he left the apartment.

XXX

Spot parked his car down the street from the Met and he and Race made the ten minute walk through the bitter cold to the front entrance. Jack and Katherine were already waiting inside by a heater.

“Hey, guys,” Katherine greeted, walking over to meet them, “We already paid our admission.”

“Aight,” Spot pulled out his wallet, “I’ll go pay our’s real fast.” He wove through the mob of people in front of the admissions desk, leaving Race with Jack and Katherine.

“What do you hafta do for your art project thing?” Race asked Jack, shrugging his winter jacket off and stuffing it into his bag.

“I gotta pick a piece of artwork and analyze the artist’s technique in like a paper, then I gotta recreate my own piece based offa those techniques,” Jack answered, then held up his sketchbook, “M’prolly gonna like sketch ideas as we go.”

“Cool, cool, yeah Tintoretto does like bold portraits. He was supposedly pretty innovative for his time,” Race said, as Spot walked back over to their little group.

“Why d’you know about this guy, again?” Spot asked, taking Race’s bag from him and putting his own jacket inside.

“My mom and grandma liked him and brought me to his exhibit last time they had him in here. So, I dunno, good memories attached to him?” Race shrugged.

“That’s fair,” Katherine said, reaching down and interlacing her fingers with Jack’s, “Shall we head in?”

The four of them walked towards the exhibit on the other side of the museum and entered the sectioned off area. They were immediately met with a dim hallway. The walls were lined with portraits and dark depictions of various religious events.

“Dude, your mom brought you to one of his exhibits when you were a kid?” Jack whispered, “his works are depressing as hell.”

Race’s eyes skimmed from painting to painting, drinking in the details, “Art is art, man,” he murmured.

“That you are right about,” Jack said, taking his hand out of Katherine’s and reaching into his back pocket to pull out a sketching pencil, “And I’ll be damned if this man didn’t know his shit when it came to brush technique- I mean just look at those bold strokes.” His eyes glinted and he stuck his tongue out as he started to draw in his sketchpad, capturing, in essence, Tintoretto’s style.

Katherine laughs fondly and rubs his arm, “You’re such a dork, sweetie.”

Jack squawked indignantly, “Okay, you are not one to talk, miss technical designer.”

Katherine considered for a moment before leaning into Jack’s side and kissing his neck, “Can’t argue with that.”

Jack kissed her head, then turned his focus back to his sketchbook.

Spot watched them with an un-amused expression, “Gross.”

“Awe, let ‘em be gross, Spottie,” Race said, grabbing Spot’s elbow and pulling him further into the exhibit. They strolled past the paintings slowly, Race commenting every so often about one of the portraits. At one point, Race’s hand had found Spot’s, but neither of them mentioned it. The end of the exhibit came suddenly and they were spilled into the adjoined gift shop.

“We lost Jack and Kath,” Spot stated, glancing around them.

“They’ll find their way sooner or later,” Race said, “C’mon, let’s go look at the Egyptian art.”

“Are you sure we should separate ourselves further from-“

“They’ll find us,” Race pulled out his phone,”I’ll let ‘em know where we went.”

Race led them across the museum to the Egyptian room. As they passed various sarcophagi, Spot clenched his jaw, unease flaring in his gut.

“You alright?” Race asked, squeezing his hand to get his attention.

“Yeah,” Spot said, absently, “S’just ever since I saw that one young Sherlock Holmes movie- ya know the one where they’d mummify people and burn ‘em alive- sarcophoguses, sarcophagi? Whatever the plural is, they freak me out.”

Race threw his head back in laughter, “Ah, m’sorry, dude. We can leave if ya want?”

Spot shook his head, “Nah, I know how much ya like ancient Egyptian stuff.”

“Okay, fair, but we can get outta this room at least,” They entered the main room and Race immediately rushed to enter the Temple of Dendur.

“Spottie, look at the hieroglyphics,” Race said, impulsively reaching out the hand not holding Spot’s to touch them.

Spot gently pulled his hand back, “Don’t touch it, Racer. Ever sit through one of Jack’s ‘don’t touch the art’ lectures?”

Race hummed in annoyance and reached into his bag to pull out his fidget cube.

Spot chuckled, “Ya really are a child.”

“Shut up,” Race said with no real malice behind his words. They continued on through the temple in silence, save for the clicking of Race’s fidget cube. Spot watched Race drink in the details of the ruin, eyes glinting with curiosity and wonder. The longer Spot looked at Race, the more he noticed. Like the way his nose would scrunch up periodically-a tic no doubt- or the way he’d squint his eyes ever so slightly when observing one of the symbols in higher depth. The freckles that usually blended into his complexion were more visible in the bright lighting of the room and his eyes shone brightly behind his glasses. His blonde curls were getting longer, but were carefully mussed to create a careless, yet put together look. He was beautiful, and Spot realized in that moment that he was screwed. He was absolutely screwed.

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The Mayor of NYC just announced about the closing of the school year and how they tried to bridge the,gap for inequality for 6 years

I'm being honest and I'm not talking shit about him or any administration

I'm talking shit about people

This happens all the time. In elementary schools I shit you Not it happened in a 5th grade class room at La Promosa when I was substituting.

Fights and arguments were more common in high schools

In the middle school in 2016 the first month of classes there was 338 fights before classes started. And teachers trying to break it up got hit.

Im not kidding you. I don't live in the ghetto. I live ina community where they pride themselves on being the best and one of the most upper in all ways of the entire state. Where the government and schools work hard for this. They have won all kinds of awards that had absolutely nothing to do with me

I don't do that kind of system. As you see i do equality for police i do earning by deserving by showing workmanship.

But i don't do favor awards because of where i live. I was against Facebook coming to Los Lunas because we don't have a good traffic system. We have extra bad rush hour traffic that can take 3 hours to go 2 miles. So i was against Facebook coming and causing more traffic through town.

But they came and that had absolutely nothing to do with me. No shame. I don't work in the government. And they're only using solar electricity. So im not gonna bitch about it. It is good for the jobs and so on.

I'm just saying i was against it.

Because the point no matter how hard we try for our community or our schools

There's people that will fight for no reason.

So Mayor Bill while you find it painful, you may be saving some people some pain. Children being bullied. Fights such as these being hidden in school bathrooms. And so much more.

Schools were initially designed to be a safe place

But they aren't any more.

So i just wanted to explain that to all of you.

Seriously the middle school in 2016 had in the 2016 to 2017 school year, 74225 fights/arguments of high intensity that caused disruption in the hearts.

My primary school before i became unable to walk was the middle school. But it was heartbreaking.

What I saw was children coming from a home environment with one teacher and a playground.

Now our elementary schools do a block to prepare them for middle school because the change is so disruptive. So starting in 4th to 6th they change classes for certain subjects. But its only about 4 teachers per grade. So and if one is sick or has a sub or something or the teachers decide they don't want to for special projects they stay in their regular class.

Every thing else they had their whole life. Music and art and PE teachers.

Then thrown into 7 different teachers. No play ground. No desks to keep their things. No lockers. Every one new including the school grounds. They have to carry all their stuff all day in book bags.

It is the most inhumane treatment in the world.

And to make matters worse it's when they go through puberty.

I went to that school over all the schools in the district because i knew they needed me. Because they broke my heart. Because they had a constant cloud of darkness over their school.

Because they were in Hell.

Things were so used to. Things we survived. That we dont have the time to take to realize how much trouble the future of our children are in.

Just the way the school system is organized. Elementary. Middle/Intermediate/Jr High. High school.

I saw memes about zombies wanted in this WWIII

Look into the eyes of a child in Jr high. You'll see the walking dead.

I'm not kidding yoh. They tore my soul apart and broke my heart.

Every day i had to go Just to be there. Just to absorb the air. To make it cleaner for another day for them.

Turn out one set of lights. Open the blinds for the sun to come in. Do what i could to allow their brains to receive oxygen

And not neon fluorescent tube light's radiation.

Let their lungs expand and breathe so they could learn.

That is just is a basic.

It didn't help long term. Just a basic band aid.

Then allow them a voice. Allow them to speak on their own.

So, my choice to pay governments to shut down schools of 5 Billion dollars NYC will get...

It is for a reason.

My choice to have children at home worldwide

Is because i saw the suicidal desire in children's eyes. Because just of the change of the ways school systems are established.

Those children need to be home to recover.

They need more help than you will ever know.

They need more hugs and love and home cooked suppers and Happy Meals than you can imagine.

I care about those kids. I care about their parents and guardians. I care if they're homeless and on their own.

I worked plenty of special ed as well as regular education. Special ed was my favorite because they tried to blow through that black cloud every day and they also did it for the people around them

While they're termed stupid and dumb because of their lack of reading or math ability, most are the strongest of all the schools to bring light into the lives of others.

I remember this girl. She looked so dead inside. She walked up to me slow and in pain. "Idk what to do today I can't concentrate. I just don't feel right"

I looked around the room..

"Do you need the nurse?"

"No"

"Well I think you're not going to be okay take your things and go sit over my John. So I don't have to keep yelling at him for talking. Tell him I said to talk to you. He's the kid in the back from here against the wall three seats or rows back however you call them"

At that time i didn't know he was in reading special ed. I had not done his class period yet.

But i felt the most positive energy coming from his area of the room and he looked like the leader of that zone. I worried it was a mistake. That he could lead her astray.

I saw the darkness deepen "i said for her to go over there" the cloud prevented their brains from hearing and processing "HEY! YOU WANNA TALK? TALK TO HER! BECAUSE I SAID OR ILL SEND YOU TO THE PRINCIPAL. OR HEY COME HERE AND ILL EXPLAIN SOMETHING TO YOU"

So he came up "what? Im trying to be good. And she told me i had to talk to her"

"Am i here every day? No I'm not. There's something wrong with her. Its probably something at home that has nothing to do with you. Or maybe her and her friends got into a fight. Whatever. But what i do know is you like being the center of attention and talking a lot. So what i need you to do is talk to her. Not solely but include her in your group. Can you look st her please? Tell me what you see."

"Like she wants to die or some one to take her out and shoot her in the street"

My tears prevented me from saying more "then i think you know how to handle her without doing that. Do you play a lot of video games?"

"I used to. But my mom and dad kept taking it away for me being bad in school. I have it now though i just haven't played in years"

"Well i tell you, John, i think you should start playing more as a reward from me for helping her. And you should tell your parents you're doing well socially. And she should change her seat"

"What do you think has happened to her? Something bad or...?"

"I think she's just alone. Maybe just this class or. What this is right after lunch? She may just being of a social anxiety for leaving her friends from the cafeteria"

His eyes light up "I've been in special ed all my life!! I know exactly what that is!! I can help!! Thank you Miss Teach!!"

I never saw that girl again. She ceased to exist. That class never existed again. It transformed completely into a smiling sunny happy class room. It didn't matter if all the lights were off.

Each and every single child in that room shone with brightness...

It wasn't over night. It took Team Work.

But they worked it. And it worked.

Im not talking shit about the teachers. The teacher gave them work i didn't need to teach. Just work they already knew how. Which gave me the opportunity to look and view the students in a way she didn't have the time or freedom of mind to. A lot of time she just gave them a "catch up day" catch up on old assignments and homework they hadn't turned in. She gave them one every 2 weeks so she didn't have to fail them. So she just added one in or switched it from the regular day. And she had extra credit worksheets for them to do when they finished.

So no matter what you do. There's always gonna be a problem.

Our problem for Quarentine is Essiential workers. They can't stay home. They can't give nor receive the special attention their family and friends deserve.

This is why worldwide people are saluting and applauding and thanking and doing charity for them.

This is why we set aside special vacations and money for them and their families.

Yes you, too, my store workers. Including Wal-Mart. I got shamed yesterday by one of my stout workers i always see in Wal-Mart that goes the extra mile. "What about us. Ain't no one said shit especially you"

He didn't say the word shit but... You know what i mean. It's what i heard.

Which is funny cause the last time i saw him he was stocking toilet paper.

So understand why shutting down the schools is so essiential. Why communities are being paid so much. No community school district is being paid less than $6 million to shut down for the school year.

I want you to understand why.

Because its out of control. Its dangerous. And it is damaging our humans and aliens. And it is damaging our future on Earth to be successful.

So you stressed out moms.. Chill the fuck out.

Please. Please for the love of God.

Assualt your child with a hug. Just grab them and say "i didn't know. I'm here for all those moments you felt alone. Just come and find me and ask to do something together"

Assault them with love.

This is World War 3 people. Get into action!!!

[thealter-ego]

Another day, another boi

Aku tau aku selalu cerita soal lelaki di sini. Karena aku nggak tahu lagi harus bercerita sama siapa, karena aku nggak pernah percaya diri untuk ngomongin hal ini ke siapapun, even itu sahabatku. Mungkin karena persona yang kutampilkan sehari-hari seperti perempuan cuek yang tomboy, jadi apabila tiba-tiba aku bercerita soal laki-laki, aku takut malah akan ditertawakan dan menganggap hal ini lucu bagi mereka.

Ok, jadi kali ini, i feel like someone have crush on me. I know it sounds weird and overconfident. But there is so many things that he did to me, that made me feel like that. It's already happened since maybe 2 months ago but i just want to tell what happened today. Just very this day.

So me and my friends including him, we were visited a museum for doing our project together. We shud be on the way at 7am but suddenly my stomach wasnt well that i had to have a breakfast first. So i was eating in the 24hrs restaurant near my home and the bus shelter that im gonna use. I told my friends via group chat and one of my friend said thats ok, then he also answered that its better if we had a breakfast first before we go. So yeah, we were having a breakfast first.

Pls notice that his place is near from my home that actually we can go together but he didnt asked and i was worried if i asked first it would make him unconfortable to go with me. So yea thats a lil intermezzo.

Soo long story short after eating my breakfast i was directly walked to the bus shelter to wait the bus. There was 1 bus that we dont have to transit but it just has a few buses that its gonna take a long time to wait. After a half hour i take the transit bus bcs i just dont wanna wait too long.

Setelah melewati beberapa shelter he said that he got the one way bus. I was a lil upset bcs MAN IM GONNA BE LATE BCS OF THIS TRANSIT BUS. But thats ok bcs i love seeing streets thru bus's windows anyway hehe.

After few hours he has arrived at the final shelter sedangkan aku posisinya masih lumayan jauh. Meeting point-nya pun bukan di final shelter, melainkan di sebuah tempat tidak jauh dari shelter. I thought he wasnt gonna wait for me bcs.. u know.. he SHUD BE doesnt care. But then he said:

"I'll wait here (shelter) bcs i dont want to look like a lost person. Im gonna wait T (my name) here. Im gonna wait the cameraman".

Yes im the person behind the camera in this project. And yes, he was waiting for me, for that long.

Tbh my stomach was like.. full of butterflies again. Omg its been so long, i never felt like this again. I kinda miss this feeling haha.

I was a lil worried bcs i was afraid that im gonna be awkward even though i already had a lot of boi friends around me but why is he made me worried.

When i was arrived, i saw him sitting on the bench, looked at his phone, while looking for me everytime a bus arrived. He saw me, then he get up, and walking like he dont care.

Ok i was just like.. ok. Thats ok. I was act like i dont care too like.. walking so fast thru ppl that block the way. But somehow he was trying to take care of me too WKWK I KNOW THAT SOUNDS CHEESY but u know, when we were walked passing thru the streets he was guiding me like trying to protect me.

When we arrived at the museum we shud bought a ticket. I didnt have coins that time and he pay double then i said that i wanna borrow his money and ill pay later. Ill tell u how this story end in the very end of story.

Then, another stories. So, he is really love photography and videography but he doesnt know how to operate it really well. He has a lot of equipments but he doesnt really use them lmao. Thats why he was so excited when we were going to build our own PH so we will produce so many videos together (with my friends ofc). And he was just bought an equipment and he was insisted me to use it bcs he was curious how to use them lol. I was like.. ok whatever hopefuly it will helps. But then we were spend like half a hour for setting up the equipment lol. And it wasnt going really well😂.

After we did our project, we were taking photos together using timer feature on camera. He was the one who clicked the shutter. My friend asked him that he shud know his position in the frame. From all the position, he took the position beside me. I mean, LITERALLY BESIDE ME, ON MY RIGHT. In the second photo he choose to take at the very left position, and i was half sit down for pose. Then in the last photo, he still choose at the very my left, he did a pose just like me. WHY IS HE ALWAYS COPY MEEEE???? LMAOOO.

After we doin our project in this museum, we were about to go home but we wanted to visit a tower near the museum. We were going to the upstairs to finish our project. The stairs are pretty old but i was like, ok it's easy to climb. But when we were going downstairs, i was so scared. I have acrophobia and the stairs like has a hole in every stairs that i could see the bottom of the tower. IT WAS SCARY THAT MY FEET WAS SHAKING. The handle is too short for me and i was carrying my heavy camera. Two of my friends was made me more scared that they made a joke of it. And u know what he said?

"It's ok, it's fine, there is nothing on the bottom", like.. did he tried to comfort me????

That what i like about him. He always made me feel safe and calm in any situation. But in that time i was like "YEA ITS BCS THERE IS NOTHING ON THE BOTTOM THAT MADE ME SCARED!!" LMAOOOO. Then he laughs.

After that, they were having an afternoon pray. Then he was keeping the project items and he said that i cud keep his gadget so i can copy the files. I dunno why i write this point but i feels like he trusted me to bring his fancy gadget lol.

Then we were waiting the bus that we'll gonna use. The bus wasnt seems like gonna coming so we were visited a minimarket near the shelter. We bought a lot of drinks, and one of my friend was buying 3 bottles of water. That time i finally had coins so i want to pay the ticket that he paid for me. And he said:

"No no u dont need to pay it back",

I was like.. "umm.. ok" lmao why i was so flat.

The bus still doesnt coming so we decided to wait in the opposite shelter bcs there is so many benchs that we can sit on it. I was sitting beside him bcs there is no benchs left. I took my friend's water bottle to put it in my water bottle bcs mine was almost run out. But he was get up from the bench and seeing me holding the bottle, i asked him, "u wanna drink?"

He said, "yea just a bit! Ill open the bottle for u first"

I was like (again) "ok".

He drinks and I was going to bring my bottle and he was too. I mean i want him to pour the water into my bottle. But i thought he was want me to put it by myself. When i want to take the bottle he was goint to pour the water into my bottle. It was looping couple times lol but ended up he pour the water into my bottle lmao.

The bus was finally coming and i was just realized that im gonna go home with him with the same bus's rute. Omg what shud i do.

But it ended up that we separated away bcs i choose to stands in the women area and he was in the men area. I thought he want to stay beside me but he didnt. After we transit, he

HE ALWAYS LIKE THAT. AND IT'S MAKE ME SO CONFUSE.

i mean, if he doesnt have a feeling, could u just like... be a normal person??? I never been like that with my boi friends that i knew.