#i've decided to do a class switch for all the bad kids!

[greatpistachiopie]

Fantasy High: Class Switch! What if Fig stayed preppy and chose to be a Trickster Cleric instead?

[qqueenofhades]

Hello! I have a question that may be a tad uncomfortable but I don't know who could answer honestly. How do you get over class with a professor who self identifies as your mentor/father? He spilled his guts to me after class and told me how happy he was he connected to a young girl like me(Im 19 he's 59). He will be my prof for the ENTIRE year. I don't know how to feel, it wasn't flirty at all, and I actually think he sees himself in me. He's odd and off putting and stand offish. I am too, kinda. He said if shouldn't feel lonely because Im different, because I have my family, and now him (also Implied i should find god).

He's a conservative catholic with a wife and kids, I can tell he doesn't mean it in a weird way. He probably means well. But it's odd that he's acting like a mentor when I've only known him for a month.

Now, I thought this chat wouldn't affect me but he psychoanalysed me and it felt like he saw right through me while treating me like his therapist. I also think he's a lonely man who is projecting, seeing my potential and "what could've been" for himself.

How do I cope? I don't want this to affect me, but it pushed me terribly off axis. I felt pigeonholed, more than anything, and also feel bad for him.

WELP. Okay, first of all, I want to reinforce that this is NOT your fault and that it clearly creeped you out to the point where you decided to ask someone for help, all of which means that the situation is not okay and he does NOT have the right to do any of this -- whether forcing emotional intimacy on you after a very short time, suggesting that you Find Jesus and/or convert, hinting that he wants to "mentor" you, or whatever. Just because he's a conservative Catholic is no guarantee that it won't get creepier (indeed, often the total opposite) and even if it wasn't sexual or didn't feel sexual at the moment, that is... wrong. He should not have done it. He does not have the right to decide He Is Now Your Mentor and to push that connection on you. Even if it was not conscious or intentional grooming behavior, it is... squicky to say the least, showed that he was willing to push boundaries with you right away, and is certainly something that should make you cautious of any more uncontrolled or one-on-one interaction with him. So yeah. Gross. "Now you have me so you won't be lonely"??? Sorry, there is no scenario in which I can imagine that being an okay thing for a professor to say to a student. No. It may be that he just doesn't have a good sense of social boundaries or appropriate behavior, but that also doesn't mean you need to excuse it.

Next, if you can switch to another section or class so you don't have to spend the year with him, that might be worth looking into. If you can't, then obviously minimize the time you spend one-on-one (if there are office hours or if you need help with the class, maybe ask your peers or the TA if there is one, rather than him) and remember that you can tell people at your university if it continues to creep you out, not just me. There are procedures in place at most institutions to document this kind of interaction if it continues to cross a line (I don't know where you are in the world, but in the university where I work in the US, there's an office of Title IX, which deals with these kinds of issues). Older male academics smarming up to young female students and telling them they're "special" happens a lot, unfortunately, and while it doesn't always end terribly, it is something that you deservedly flagged as weird and which you should keep an eye on going forward. I'm sorry that you've experienced this and once again offer my support in navigating this year in as un-icky a way as possible. Please remember that you do not have to apologize for or excuse yourself for making choices to get out of a weird situation that clearly threw you for a loop, and you do not have to put up with this behavior if it continues or gets worse. Good luck.

[baby-alien11]

Online haters (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

This idea came to me while I was at the gym suddenly thinking on the words that my classmates on elementary and intermedia school used to say to me (I was a victim of bullying and the school didn't do a thing, fortunately I switched schools in my last year of intermedia school), and I used that awful experience as inspiration

The next chapter will be posted on my birthday (is in may, I'm a taurus)

taglist: @volturi-girl-imagines @dessxoxsworld @aonungsgirlfriend @ethanlandryluver

something feels off about this relationship

maybe this is for publicity

yeah, besides she isn't THAT pretty

she doesn't seem as in it as Jack does

she looks a little fake, don't get me wrong, she seems nice but...

maybe she is with him for fame

she's a nepo baby, you know how they are

That were some of the replies you saw on a tweet that appeared in your timeline during the night when you openned Twitter due to not be able to sleep, a part of you wanted to report the tweet for spam but the other wanted to keep reading the rest of the replies

That was the part that won

Reply after reply was more hurtful than the other, seeing people doubting your relationship with Jack and posting "proofs" just increased your sadness

The caption that made you burst into tears was a whole thread called "proofs that Y/N and Jack's relationship is fake"

Since you entered the world of social media at the age of thirteen, you knew that the hate comments were a daily thing, you saw it when you spend summers in the Riverdale set on how most of the cast commented having them or the way Melissa recieved them after Scream 5, but you didn't know how it felt

Until now...

Deciding that you've seen enough of that, you turn your phone off to get to sleep but you still couldn't because anytime you closed your eyes, the only thing you saw was all that tweets again and again

During the whole night you only played with baby dragon Jake while looking at your celling, noticing it was a new day when the door of your room was openned by your father

"Good morning, tornado", Skeet greeted entering the room to open the curtains, "You woke up early?"

"I couldn't sleep", you sighed sitting in your bed

"What? Why?", Skeet answered sitting in your bed, "What happened?"

Without saying a word, you took your phone to open Twitter and show him the tweets that you saved, for the next minutes you saw how your father's face scrunched in anger for the words on the screen

"How did you find these?", Skeet interrogate you returning the phone to you

"Last night after videocalling Jack, I couldn't sleep and I went into Instagram and then Twitter, and after scrolling for a while, they appeared in my timeline"

"You know, the people who write this kind of stuff, are jealous and they don't know what to do with their lives, so they just spread hate everywhere, and we don't listen to them or take them seriously, understood?"

"Yes dad, but I sill feel awful, why the sudden hate? All my life I've been your little shadow and I haven't done anything controversial or bad"

"I know, but people like to hate on people who are gainning relevance, and you kid, are on the way to become one of the best VFX make up artist in the industry"

"You think?"

"In the five classes that you already had, I can see awards in your future"

Feeling emotional, you hug your dad at what he responded in the same way tightening the hug

"Hey, today is my flight to go to the convention, but I don't want to leave you alone after this"

"My passport expired last week, mom lives in London, and Jakob and Naiia are travelling"

"Kid, let me find a solution, just get up from bed and go get some breakfast, listen to your old man"

Laughing for his last comment, you were about to get out of your bed your phone started to sound at the notifications of a few messages making you smile because you knew who was sending them

my champ

BABYYYYYYY

WAKE UP

IT'S A NEW BEAUTIFUL DAY

my beautiful girl

good morning love

are you already on the set??

my champ

since five in the morning

I can't believe it's snowing in the middle of april

I wish you were here

my beautiful girl

I wish I was there with you too

That's what I get for not checking my passport

my champ

hey, are you feeling well?

your texts feel a little off

For a moment you consider to tell him about the tweets but you didn't want to distract him from the filming of his new movie

my beautiful girl

yeah, it's just that I didn't slept too much

I had a little insomnia

my champ

you should sleep a little after getting breakfast

to feel better

my beautiful girl

definetely I'm going to take that advice

my champ

and if I have free time during that we could facetime

my beautiful girl

yes to everything

my champ

it's a date

Smiling for the conversation, both of you continued chatting until he was called to film

"Kid, pack a suitcase for four days", Skeet announced appearing in your door with his phone on hand

"What? Dad, my passport is expired"

"I already know that, you are going to stay in Anna's house"

"I thought she was with Jack on Canada", you frowned

"I talked to her, she said she needed to come back for work, so you are staying with her until I come back, now get up and pack your things"

Finnally getting up from bed, you change into some of you regular clothes with Jack's favorite pink hoodie on top, to start packing some clothes, personal stuff plus your laptop and the materials to keep practicing your VFX make up on you

Once your suitcase and backpack were ready, both of you went to the car that was waiting to take them to their destinies

Thankfully, Jack's house wasn't so far from yours so after a thirty minute drive, the car stopped in the driveway where Anna was already waiting in the entrance

After getting your luggage and saying goodbye to your dad, you walk towards the house meeting with Anna in the middle

"Hi angel", Anna greeted while hugging you, "Skeet told me you weren't feeling well, want to talk about it?"

"Hi Anna", you responded, "Yeah, I would like to"

When your things were inside Jack's room, you and Anna went to the kitchen where the both of you started to make breakfast

"So, what happenned?", Anna asked while the waffles were being cooked

"Some nasty tweets about me that I found last night", you sighed

Taking your phone out, you entered to Twitter and showed her the tweet with all the responses

"Honey, I don't want to read them because I know that everything they say is false", Anna said causing tears to start pooling in your eyes, "You are one of the most wonderful girls that I've ever known, and I'm glad that you are in mine and Jack's lifes, have you told him about this situation?"

"We talked earlier but I didn't told him, I know he's filming and I don't want to distract him, he's excited about this role"

"You'll have to tell him at some point"

"I know, it's just that I don't want to distract him"

"If you don't tell him, I will", Anna joked serving the waffles

Laughing for that phrase, you help to bring the rest of the things to the table for breakfast

After finishing breakfast and helping to clean the kitchen, you went to Jack's room to unpack some things and have the nap that he suggested early in the morning, including the facetime that both of you agreed to do

"There she is", Jack exclaimed making you smile, "Wait, is that my room?"

"Yeah, dad didn't want to left me alone while he's at the convention because I didn't felt good, so he talked to your mom and here I am"

"Is because you didn't slept all night?"

"Yeah, and I didn't slept for some things that I read", at that point you felt tears starting to fall out of your eyes which you tried to clean, "Some tweets about me, about us"

"Baby..."

"There's no death threats fortunately, but it still feels awful to read those things"

"You are none of the horrible things that people say on the internet, you are the sweetest and most gorgeous girl I've ever met, and I'm happy that we were the only minors during Scream 6", that phrase made you laugh, causing Jack to feel proud for getting a smile from you, "Don't let those type of comments get to you, they don't know how you are, they don't know you how the people who love you does, like I love you"

"I love you too", you smiled

Seeing how your eyes were closing due to the lack of sleep, Jack convinced you to take the nap he suggested, staying in the videocall the whole time, even reading a fairy tale with fun voices causing you to laugh loud, until during the second story you finnaly managed to fall asleep

When Jack noticed that you were asleep, he took a screenshot because he tough you looked cute sleeping while hugging baby dragon Jake, before hanging up to enter Instagram and post something about the theme

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jackchampion I remember the first time I saw Y/N, it was during the welcome reunion before fimlimg Scream VI, we were the only "kids" in there and we started talking, at that moment I realised that she was chaotic, good soul and heart, the purest vibes that I ever felt, kind, humble, gorgeous, cares about every living being, intelligent, creative and much more adjectives that aren't enough to describe how wonderful she is

Seeing the girl you love crying over nasty tweets about her and about our relationship was heartbreaking, she doesn't deserve any of that, she doesn't bother anyone, she doesn't mess with anyone, nobody should suffer things like this because some of you think things that are completely false

So, pelase, if you are one of the people who posted those tweets or responded to them, delete it, because you are messing with the mental health of someone I love

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[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

What are your favorite headcanons you have? I notice you always have asks about specific characters, but I think a post dedicated to miscellaneous headcanons you especially love would be a nice break!

Like out of the ones I've already done? I'd say these ones are my favourites

Yuzuha offered to get a bike and drive Hakkai around (not to mention learn to drive) when she realised he was constantly riding with Mitsuya. Hakkai quickly said no though.

Kazutora likes his hair being played with but is too nervous to ask anyone to do it (luckily baji noticed this a while ago and occasionally when they're just hanging out and lying around Baji will play with it).

Izana anonymously donated to orphans in the bad toman timeline

Ran and Rindou both using Koko as their middle man when they're arguing. "Koko, please tell Ran to get his job done" "Koko, please tell Rindou his outfit sucks today" "YOU TWO ARE STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER"

Baji gets extremely excited for zoo visits, as a kid he actually used to frequently get lost at zoo trips since he'd run off to look at all the animals faster then his mum/ class. 

Kakucho used to make Izana crayon birthday cards each year as a kid

If Akane had known Koko had manged to save Inupi then she would've been happy that her little brother got out.

Hanma's the type of person who can fall asleep anywhere, chair, bed, floor, laundry pile. He can sleep on any of them.

South kept accidentally mixing up the Haitani brother's names when he first met them. 

The first time Mikey's toman friends heard him say "please" is when he was desperately asking them for some of their food. (After they said no the first time, he sighed then suddenly got serious and just said "please"

Sometimes when it rains, Chifuyu will glance around for anyone without an umbrella. Wondering if he'll get to have a manga moment with them.

While Sanzu was in tenjiku he kept his hands in his pockets a lot. This was to hide the way he'd clench his fists whenever they mentioned taking Mikey down. 

One time, after the Kawata twins learnt about the classic trope of twins switching places for a day they decided to try it. Despite their obvious differences they were so sure it was going to work too (it did not work).

Inui once called Shinichiro big brother by accident, Shinichiro was thrilled.

Shion couldn't read the room when it came to South, he thought they were good friends.

Rindou had a teddy bear as a kid that he was super attached to, so attached that he still has it (it's hidden in his room). Ran still teases him about it.

When Benkei's training people in the gym he can seem a bit loud and aggressive but he's actually very supportive, cheering people on and practising them to help with their motivation (he's just very enthusiastic).

In the good timeline Ran thinks signing a few pieces of paper for a few minutes count as a full days work.

Kazutora despises any kind of violence against women, it actually reminds him of the situation with his mother. So because of this he always steps in to beat the guys up stop the situation. (In the good timeline this actually causes problems between him and Senju since he frequently steps into her fights).

Yuzuha can hold her alcohol very well, Hakkai thinks this is unfair (he's more of a lightweight)

Kazutora secretly talks to the animals at the pet shop, telling them about his day.

Baji went to visit Sanzu in the hospital after the incident, he brought him magazines to try and cheer him up. 

South doesn't understand the concept of a water fight, will start punching 

Kakucho wasn't sure of his birthday so Izana assigned him one

Taiju hates hospitals, they just remind him of his mother and her death.

Hanma has stolen Kisaki's glasses to try on before (and did a Kisaki impression while wearing them)

During the good timeline Sanzu hinted he wanted a pet once. He was thinking like a dog or maybe a cat but Senju got him a hamster. He still ended up loving the little guy

Chifuyu was kicked out of a library once for having such a loud reaction to a twist in a book.

It actually took a long time for Wakasa's friends to figure out what he's scared of. They tried testing him with lots of different things and actually gave up before a house centipede just so happened to crawl by, scaring Wakasa.

Kisaki has yelled at Hanma for eating and leaving crumbs on his bed many times.

Sometimes while sleeping at school, Mikey will talk in his sleep (Draken always glares at the other students and teachers if they dare turn around to look at Mikey)

When Mochi's grocery shopping he normally gets asked by people to reach things on the higher shelves, he always gets them what they need.

Mitsuya has a few burn scars on his hands from where he learnt to cook at a young age and made a few mistakes 

The first few times Rindou decided to drive his bike, Ran forced him to wear a helmet. (Ran said he didn't need one though, only Rindou)

Mucho didn't actually give Sanzu his jacket, he just let him borrow it. But then didn't have the heart to ask for it back when he saw how much Sanzu loved it.

[i-like-anything-water]

chlonette prompt: "surprise me".

Me: Hmm, what could be a good prompt that is decided upon my indecisive ass. *looks at the prompt again* Ah yes, let's take this literally lol.

This is the chlonette request by @goldenfoxtrotx ! Sorry this took a while. I was planning to just make it short and fluffy but my mind had other plans xD. Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy!

Surprise Me

"Surprise me."

Chloe must have misheard her, except Ladybug wasn't the type to kid around (well, usually). The heroine looked like she'd rather be anywhere but here in this conversation which made the blonde slightly sober up. She cleared her throat, and smiled "O-of course! I'm Chloe Bourgeois after all! I'd prepare us the fanciest date Paris' superhero will ever be on."

Date.

Marinette groaned as she face-planted on her bed, Tikki hovering over her sympathetically. The recent akuma definitely did not come close to the ones that almost had them but this, this was testing both her patience and sanity.

"It'll be alright, Marinette," Tikki said, hoping to soothe her distraught bearer, "Maybe Chloe on a date isn't so bad."

"I don't know, Tiki," Marinette rolled on her back, staring at the ceiling contemplating leaving Paris for the next few weeks, "I only agreed because she saved me from that akuma's hit. It's...only right. As payback."

"You could have said no," Tikki said, "I'm sure she wouldn't have pushed you to say yes."

Marinette frowned. The blonde's attitude was spoiled and rotten she doubts she would have taken it gracefully. She glanced at the clock; 9:45 pm. An early bed time it is. Perhaps this was all just a big nightmare she hasn't woken up to. Yeah.

"As for the next pair, Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Chloe Bourgeois."

Scratch it. This was fucking doomsday. The class went silent as they nervously look between the two students. Clearly, the substitute teacher was not aware of the unspoken rule: do not put Marinette and Chloe in one place within ten meters.

Marinette gritted her teeth as she waited for the blonde to tell the teacher that this was ridiculous and demanded to switch partners.

Except it didn't come.

Chloe merely looked up from her tablet with a bored look, took a quick glance at Marinette and scoffed but otherwise didn't object, "Fine. Just make sure you won't drag me with your clumsiness, Dupain-Cheng."

What the fuck?

And that's how they found themselves seated next to each other to work on the class assignment. Marinette was too stunned to reply and so were the other students. The class moved in a sort of daze before forgetting about the ordeal and focusing on their own task.

Surprisingly - Marinette is starting to think this was a shape shifting akuma that took Chloe's place - the two managed to finish the project with minimal insults (well, as minimal as it can be with Chloe) and was now left in a slightly awkward silence. Close was busy tapping on her table while Marinette fidgeted in her seat. After a few moments passed, Chloe let out a sigh and turned her attention to the fidgeting girl, "What is it, Dupain-Cheng? We've already finished the stupid project."

Marinette looked at the blonde in slight disbelief, "Uhm, n-nothing."

"Clearly." Sarcasm.

"It's just," Marinette hesitated, suddenly enjoying the awkward silence just seconds ago, "You're usually pretty vocal on how you'd rather stain your favorite shirt than work with me." Chloe smirked, "And I still do, however, I'm quite preoccupied so I have no time for that. I got a date."

Marinette paled. Shit. Right, the date. She almost forgot.

Chloe didn't seem to notice her change of expression (or she intentionally ignored it) and continued, "I've got a date with Ladybug and I want everything to be perfect!"

"I see," Marinette replied, "And how do you plan on impressing Ladybug with a date?" Okay, maybe it was a bit rude to ask the person who had ask her alter ego on a date but who could blame her? Given their history, she's a bit wary of what 'perfect' means to the blonde.

"Well, since you're dying to know," Chloe smirked as she flicked her hair, "I've already reserved the whole floor of daddy's hotel just for us for one night. I've had the chef make us the most delicious meals and I picked out the cutest outfit money could buy."

It took everything in Marinette's will to not groan and sigh right there on the spot. Of course, Chloe would choose the fancy route. She was bloody rich and spoiled.

"Uhuh," Marinette replied unimpressed, "I'm sure Ladybug would be so impressed with that, Chloe."

Instead of her usual snide remark, Chloe's smirk wavered, "Of course she'll be impressed. W-why wouldn't she be?"

Marinette's eyed widened as the atmosphere changed. Shit, she probably struck a nerve there. She opened her mouth to apologize but Chloe already beat her to it, "Besides, if Ladybug doesn't end up liking it, then who cares. She just agreed after I pushed her out of the akuma's beam."

Okay, she's definitely struck a nerve.

"Chloe - "

"Save it, Dupain-Cheng."

The cold night breeze tickled her skin. Ladybug spotted the grand hotel just a few buildings away and sighed. She still felt a bit guilty after what happened with Chloe in class and made a mental note to try to apologize tomorrow. Squaring her shoulders, she jumped as she held out her yoyo, swinging under the Parisian night.

She landed on the blonde's balcony and just a few seconds after, the blonde got out to greet her. She was...

Marinette's eyebrows rose in surprise.

...dress in a cute floral sundress and flat shoes. Her usual ponytail was replaced with her hair cascading down her back. Chloe had curls? And wow, she was this pretty?

She must've been staring for a minute because the blonde was blushing and looking down at her feet and Marinette mentally slapped herself.

"Ladybug!" Chloe said, horrified, "why did you slap yourself?!" So much for slapping mentally.

Ladybug just smiled, hoping the blush of embarrassment on her cheek was not evident, "The cold was getting to me. Had to warm up my face somehow." Liar.

Chloe didn't seem to buy it but didn't pry, "O-okay. Uhm, this is for you by the way." The blonde held out a box that she had apparently hid behind her. Marinette was surprised (again, seriously what is it with today and surprises) as she took the box carefully. Curiosity got the best of her as she unwrapped the perfectly wrapped packaged and pulled out an - oh.

It was a red scarf with polka dots. Just like a ladybug.

"I know you and Chat Noir patrol the city at night. The temperature is cold when it's nearing midnight so I thought..." Chloe was different. Really. Was this the real Chloe or Chloe 2.0?

She was still processing everything that the blonde seemed to take her silence as rejection. "But if you don't want it, it's fine with me. I could just- "

"I like it," her voice sounded a bit breathless. Maybe it was the chilly air, or the fact she jumped through buildings to get here or maybe, it was because Chloe was looking at her as she hung on to every word Marinette said. It was slightly...nice. "Thank you, Chloe."

That seemed to snap the blonde from the trance as she blushed again. Gosh, the Chloe Bourgeois was actually shy? Who would have thought.

"Ah, y-yes. It's no problem. Small thing." She looked behind her then back to Ladybug, "Shall we go inside now?"

Wow.

Yeah. Wow. When Chloe had told her she made sure the whole floor was reserved just of the two of them, she thought it meant the blonde threw a ridiculous party that only they could enjoy. But it wasn't. She didn't expect this. She didn't expect the small table at the center of Chloe's hotel room. Or the flowers. Or the fact she made sure the Paparazzi couldn't see Ladybug land and come inside ("I value your privacy," she said when she ushered her inside). This was....not what she had expected.

She felt even more guilty now.

She was also not expecting to... slightly enjoy the date. Okay, maybe she did enjoy the date more than she liked to admit. But who could blame her? She wasn't expecting to be served hot and comforting meals instead of the usual meals served with these fancy dates.

"I didn't know what you liked and I didn't want you to feel as if this was just some cheap date you could have at any restaurant," Chloe said as she took a sip of her soup, "I wanted it to be different."

Good Lord, this night turned a fucking 180. Marinette could only stare and stutter out a 'thank you' before they finished their meals.

After the meal, they decided to go back to the balcony where they did (tried) to stargaze.

"That one looks like a butterfly," Marinette pointed out. She was slightly alarmed at how comfortable she is with Chloe tonight. Chloe looked at where she was pointing and grinned, "Reminds me of Dupain-Cheng's pigtails."

Marinette's looked at her quizzically, making Chloe blush, "It's not like that! I mean, I don't even like her," huh, "I mean..."

Oh. "Yes?" She hoped her voice didn't sound too eager.

"She's fine, I guess," Chloe grumbled but there was a thoughtful expression on her face, "She's still the goody two shoes I met when I was still young but... she's grown a spine lately which I'm...glad for her. That girls needs to learn how to say no."

Oh.

"Oh." Was all she could say. This day really is full of surprises.

The two of them stay silent for a bit before hesitantly getting back to their previous conversation. The two fell into easy talking after, as the quiet night bled on.

Finally, it was time for Ladybug to leave. She lingered by the railings as she contemplated what to say.

"I had a wonderful- "

"I'm so sorry it wasn't the best - "

The two of them looked at each and blushed, looking away. "You go first," Marinette said. Chloe shook her head, "No. You go first."

Sighing but smiling a small smile, Ladybug turned to her companion, "I had a wonderful night. Thank you for inviting me."

Chloe smiled.

Holy shit. I think I'm gay.

This wasn't her usual snarky smirk or grin she threw at anyone who crossed her paths or who was named Marinette Dupain-Cheng. It was a real, swear to God, genuine smile.

It almost made Marinette slip off the railing.

"Thank you...," she replied, "I thought you'd hate it."

"Why would I?"

"Just...a remark from a classmate of mine. I mean, I deserve to be treated that way because I bullied her for years but..."

"But?"

Chloe sighed as she looked away, "But I think I should apologize. Time to be less of a bitch. For me and Papa."

They say third time's the charm but what the actual fuck? Damn. This must be an akuma's work or she'd definitely hit her head way too much she started hallucinating.

"I know she won't forgive me," Chloe's voice brought her back from her musings, "But I'd like to try, at least. "

Marinette couldn't help herself, "What makes you think she won't? This Marinette person seems nice. As you said, she's a 'goody two shoes.'"

Chloe smiled a small smile, "It's fine. I'm a brat either way, I almost lost Adrien and Sabrina and I- " Clothed hands grabbed her face as she met fierce, blue eyes staring at her.

"You will be forgiven. Maybe not by everyone but I'm sure some people would give you a second chance. It's up to you how you're gonna use that second chance."

"Ladybug..." It's only after Chloe said her name breathlessly did she realize how close their faces actually are. She did something she was sure was not awkward.

She let out a squeak and almost fell to her death if if wasn't for her yoyo.

"OkayIseehaveagoodnight! I'msureMarinette would be willing to give you asecondchance."

Then she literally ran form the conversation. Great. Reali slick, Ladybug.

Marinette looked like she was being personally targeted by Hawk Moth (which, technically, isn't far from the truth) as she tried to act as normal as possible in school. Hopefully, Chloe was too sleepy to be here. Hopefully, Chloe was too shocked to be here. Hopefully, Chloe was too busy to be here after last night - oh shit, last night! She left without saying goodbye. Fuck fuck fuck.

"Marinette."

"I'm sorry. Goodnight!"

Chloe looked just as surprised as she was. Marinette groaned. Well, another reason for Chloe to tease her.

"Right..... anyways," the blonde said, her foot tapping nervously, "I was wondering..."

Marinette raised a brow.

"If you wanted to get coffee with me and...chat."

Oh.

"Oh." Damn.

Chloe snorted, her usual snarkiness back but Marinette could have sworn she saw a small smile flash just for a second, "Don't get too excited. I just wanted to...talk about a few things." Few things, sure.

Marinette cracked a smile of her own. Maybe...Chloe would keep to her promise. "Sure, tell me the details later."

The blonde's brows furrowed, "What? Just pick where you want to go, Dupain-Cheng."

Marinette smirked, "You're the one who invited me, Bourgeois."

"Ugh," Chloe rolled her eyes, "You're a pain in the ass. I can't believe I'm doing this. Fine. What do you want?"

Maybe it was the multiple surprises being dropped on her like a bomb, maybe it was the absurdity of the whole situation overall, or maybe she still feels a tiny bit... something, about the almost kiss last night.

"Surprise me."

AN: I didn't proofread any of my fics so far so apologies if there are any mistakes.

[eraldkarma]

Ok so my hyper fixation on aphmau has sparked u again, I've decided to share my little Au with the world because my friends are getting tired of hearing about a minecraft roleplay from... oh god it's been that long? Jeez.

Anyway here is what I'm changing about the base cannon of mystreet before I throw in any crazy AUs like Ein being a decent person and living with Aph and Sylvanna during S2 of PDH or mystreet Dante getting stuck in MCD when everyone ditched him.

So I don't know I can fit my whole four years worth of brain rot in one post so we are going to start with the big blaring walking red flag himself Aaron.

What needs to change?

So so muck For starters, apparently, Aphmau needed to listen to sylvannas internet safety lectures a bit more because SHE STILL GIVES A STRANGER HER ACTUAL PHONE NUMBER!!! Sorry sorry this is a post about Aaron not how nieve aphmau is.

Anyway the guys 18 and is dating aphmau who is probably 14/15. This guy is going off to college in a year and aphmau still talks her stuffed cat and hides in a closet before her first day of high school.

Also at first I defended Aaron becouse I thought he just didn't know how old she was when they were strangers texting each other but they have a whole conversation about how nervous she is ABOUT HER FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL! Sorry again 😔 but if I was Aaron and I found out that the person I was talking to was actually a young girl who was probably fourteen or fifteen (younger actually since they've known each other and have been texting for atleast a couple months) and knowing that I am seventeen or eighteen would break it off and probably unfriend them not keep texting them about it and then start to ask them to reveal there real name.

Then there's the whole like ultima thing I know it wasn't actually written in until like season 4 of mystreet but I have a question 🤔 if darek knew what kind of life was in store for his son having the curse if he feels so bad about having to isolate his son if he knew the curse is a possibility why have him? Why risk have biological children? Or why not stop after milisasa since for some reason the curse only effects the males of a blood line. (You're telling Me the lycan family has never had an all female generation? Is the curse just dormant in females?) I'm changing that we need to change dark put him on the list right above Sylvanna but under KC.

There's also like why are you the alpha of the werewolf pack? Like I get it in highschool but after in season five? You don't know anything about the culture and Daniel ran the highschool pack for four years you don't have to be the alpha now? I genuinely think that was from Jason wanting his self insert to be the ' powerful hot alpha oc trademark do not steal'

So how an I gonna fix this?

Well we are going to start with Aaron's age, He's aphmaus age or well hes sixteen but so were Garothand Laurence. Plane and simple hes sixteen hes a softmore who was homeschooled is life becouse of his secret ultima curse. He does switch schools temporarily for S2 of PHD becouse dark was worried about how frequently Aaron was loosing control and how he still hadn't had a grasp on the curse, I'm gonna get to that hold tight.

That leads me into my next fix how Aph and Aaron met! They were put in the same online schooling class because Rachel is a bissness major, and Sylvanna is the type of mom to make you cry when she helps you study for your spelling bee (she loves her daughter but she does not have enogh patients to be a teacher.) Anyway they meet in the online class and find out they're both into the same things including a popular Online game and being lonely homeschooled kids latch onto each other, (I would imagine that Aaron went under a different name for the homeschooling program since he can't have the media tracking him down or asking questions y'know?) Then once they get to the age were they have phones reluctantly trade Instagram (aph made a separamount. Just for talking to Aaron and not posting pics because her mom follows her mian and Aaron makes his very first acount and only follows aph who goes by Shu on that account.)

Now to fix the lycann family.

Let's start with the curse, like I said makes no sense as to why Dark still had kids with Rachel biological when he Knew what his kids would go through. So the ultima curse effects all offspring male or female and it isn't usually as strong as Aaron's. In my head not being able to control there eyes was grown out of around five years old to seven years old and then there eyes stop turning red without wanting them to they still pose the danger it's just not that hard to control. It's like potty training they learn as they grow up. But for whatever reason Aaron never really grew out of the uncontrollable eyes thing, infact they were almost always red when he was young. This scared Darek who grew up on these stories about what will happen to them if the curse is ever discovered in they're family blood line, (which is why they still hide that they're werewolves.)

Aaron lived his life in solitude while millisa got to go out and experience the world she got to go the boarding schools in Germany and go with mom and dad on they're business trips while he stayed in they're house in falcon claw with either one of his parents or trusted staff. (This is not how millisa sees it BTW but we'll talk about her later.

I hope you enjoyed my brain dump.

[yuga2000]

I'm a college student, and last semester I was a biology major. I had 3 biology classes with labs and one elective. The elective was American History, and my mom practically begged me not to take that class because she said it sounded hard and I wanted to just take an easy class with all the hard classes that I was taking, but I insisted. I failed all those biology classes with Es (The lowest grade you can get). I was unable to drop any of them due to the fact that it would put me under full-time hours and I wouldn't have been allowed to live on campus. I was struggling. I tried so hard, but I just couldn't wrap my head around these classes and why I was doing so bad when my classmates seemingly understood them. I was getting 20% on exams. I was miserable. I was burnout. I thought that I was a failure. I thought that I was going to drop out of college and find another way to sustain myself because I was simply too dumb to understand the material...but in my history class, my one history class, I was getting

As on all the exams 90%-100%. I aced every paper that I had to write. I looked forward to that class every day, it was my saving grace. I talked to my teacher about why he chose the career he did, what can you do with a history degree, if he could have done anything else with his life: what would it be, does he feel like he chose the right career path for him, ect. and that same day was when I decided to switch over to become a history major. I'm currently on my second semester after getting my associate degree in science and while I'm on academic probation, I'm doing wonderfully in my new history classes. The teachers love me, the other history majors love me, I joined the historical society at my school and I get to be with my peers and travel to different historical places, and best of all I'm happy. It's still hard sometimes, yes, but when I see that A or that B on my grades it feel so worth it and I don't feel like I'm dumb or not understanding anymore.

My point is, in the right environment kids can thrive. You just have to find your thing. Bad grades don't mean you're stupid. It just means that might not be your thing, and that's okay. I continue to thrive, and I think switching my major, although a hard choice, was the right one and probably the best decision I've ever made in my life.

[moonlightdancer26]

Thanks for letting me vent

So I was assigned the task of writing the summary for a story and so I did just that. Was told by the group leader that I needed to rewrite it so I did. Then she said that the grammar needed to be fixed which was like that because of auto correct that I did not notice so I fixed it.

But for some reason she still wasn't satisfied and passive aggressively told me she'll just do it herself. A group leader is supposed to lead the other members and because she gave that title to herself she should have just told me what she found wrong with it when I already changed and fixed it.

She only told me that the grammar was wrong so that was the only thing I changed but apparently she didn't like it at all??? She did not say that before.

So now I'm having an anxiety attack because of that since it's a big chunk of our grade and she took my contribution away from me. I was so shocked that she did that when there was no need to since I'm fine with rewriting to make it what she wants.

I've contributed in other ways so she can't say I did nothing but I'm afraid that she'll say I was incompetent and give me a bad peer review when I was willing to work and fix what I wrote.

I just did not know what else she wanted changed because she did not say. The only thing she mentioned to be changed was grammar so that was what I fixed and kept the rest as is thinking it would be ok after that.

Very long I'm sorry but I just wanted it to be clear on what the situation was. Again thank you for letting me rant.

Anytime!

That sounds shitty asf, I’m sorry you had to go through that. Self-proclaimed group leaders who decide to be passive aggressive rather than to give you genuine advice if something you did needed improvement are just assholes. Thankfully in high school, all the classes I took that required group projects and coursework happened to be with a lot of my friends, so I would always pair up with them and they knew me well enough to know I was the best group leader out of all of them, but I totally remember how infuriating it would be as a kid to not be able to choose your partners and be stuck with egotistical assholes like that girl you’re dealing with. I’m sorry anon, she’s not worth stressing over, I’m certain your summary was great and that she was either jealous of your great contribution or just wanted to exploit her title as the “leader.” I think you should discuss it with your teacher honestly, they might be able to do something about it or get you to switch groups. You could complain that she took your biggest contribution to the group assignment and that it wasn’t fair, I think that would work.

Anyway, that girl sounds like an absolute piece of shit, and she does not have the right to take that summary task out of your hands. Please do not stress or panic about it, if your teacher is understanding enough, they would definitely do something about this, because that girl’s way of doing her job as the group leader is NOT the right way to go about it.

Give me updates if you can, I really hope that this turns out well for you, anon.

[mishkakagehishka]

i always find it interesting how cultures vary... here skipping is seen as something you never want to do, and that only truants/rebels/people who misbehave do. you even get like, awards for not missing a single day of school... it's kind of terrifying ^^;

perfect attendance is such a shitty thing to recognize... it makes people come to school while they're sick/injured/just shouldn't be there and makes everything worse for everyone.

Oh i think perfect attendance is rewarded here, too, but it's not anything special. I don't even know anyone who got it.

But right, that's wild to me. There's definitely the idea that people who skip too much are not serious and don't care about their grades, but that's really only ab the kids who were like. On the edge of having to take a year exam for the amount of absences they had. On the other hand, when we had group skips, the kids who wouldn't skip (not bc their parents would kill them, we always just felt bad for those kids, but more like - during that exam we skipped, we had one or two kids who decided to sit it anyway and we considered them equal to scabs since group skips are often more akin to protests) would get shittalked during whatever we decided to do during the skip. And even when you just skipped with a couple of pals to go for a coffee or whatever, it was never seen as a particularly bad thing as long as you don't do it all the time.

But it might be a cultural thing, to be honest, since my region even is a bit more relaxed and we have a whole "take it easy" vibe to the point that starbucks couldn't even have a business here (bc we don't do "on the go" coffee - we sit down and enjoy it). I know I sometimes hear ab life in the USA and i think how scary it is that everything is so rushed and serious, and i get so scared thinking ab globalisation and how we might end up adopting that;;;; but yeah. The local saying "The Devil take the haste" and so on. And me getting told to hurry up by a northerner once to which I switched into the thickest accent I've ever had just to say "Stop rushing me" in dialect lmao

I feel like the general idea we have of skipping class here is that. You're a high school student. Of course you're gonna skip every once in a while, it's what kids do. It's just part of being young and fun-loving, is how it's seen in my experience.

[star-anise]

The thing I learned in the social services sector: Nobody gets all the help they need just handed to them. I don't know if there was ever a time or place where they did, but it's definitely not now.

I'd see people coming into a shelter with all their worldly goods stuffed in a laundry basket, listen to their tales of devastating and horrific abuse, hand them a plastic bag of toiletries, and help them sign up for government assistance that wouldn't even cover their rent. They'd leave and I'd pray that they'd find a good job fast, and not have to move back into their abusive house because they couldn't afford to live alone.

When I was a kid I used to think that if I had cancer, my problems would suddenly be "bad enough" that I'd be showered with love and support. And now I've heard from so many cancer survivors about how getting sick meant losing a lot of their social lives, because a lot of their friends checked out when the going got tough. How a lot of them went bankrupt, because cancer treatment drained every resource they had.

When I worked a crisis phone line, I had to coach people: "The people who work for government assistance are paid to be assholes and turn down as many people as possible. It's not personal. It's designed to make you give up, where "you" means "everybody." What they need is for you to call every shelter in the city, and I'm gonna give you their names and numbers. We share information so I know they're full up today and can't help you either. Your job is like a bingo card that racks up no answers, where every rejection is actually good. Once you've gotten a rejection from all six shelters, you can take that bingo card back to government assistance, and then they HAVE to fund you a hotel room for the night. If it's feeling rough and you need some encouragement, call back, because even when I can't help you, you still deserve that help."

Now that I'm on government benefits, I can see things that tip the political scales and it usually isn't the health and wellbeing of citizens in need. The government decided they didn't like paying out September's money on August 28, because it made the accounting untidy. They switched it to payments on September 1.

This was a terrible move for several reasons, but do you want to know the major thing that made them undo it?

Landlords. These poor widdle landlords, you see, kept having trouble collecting the rent on the 1st of the month, because if there was any difficulty about benefits being paid out, a lot of people only noticed when the money didn't appear in their bank account. They'd have to call their worker and wait three hours on hold to learn what the holdup was, and if it got fixed on the 1st, that money wouldn't get through until the 3rd, so the landlords had to do all the work of writing up and handing out 14-day eviction notices on the same day people paid their rent and rendered the eviction notice null.

And that was so much work for the landlords, because SO many of their tenants were on government benefits, and the conservatives in power didn't want the landlords to feel all stressed and sad and do lots of work for no reason, did they?

So they changed it to five days before the end of the month, not because they finally remembered compassion, but because they were screwing with a class of people so large, it made a serious dent in the economic prosperity of the rich.

Help doesn't come easy. Nobody gets as much as they need. Sometimes, our only power is our numbers.

I think it's important to remember, as a rule of thumb, if you take advantage of a social service, it actually makes it easier for other people who need that service to access it. Most of the time, when these services get cut, it's because politicians will look at usage and say "see, no one is really using this thing, we can afford to trim the budget for food stamps by at least half". Whereas if you decide to step up and use these programs, even if you feel like you "don't really need it", at bare minimum it's another data point advocates can use to say "hey, look, people are using this thing, this is an important service we are providing, do not cut our funding".

[soviet-siscon]

Looking at that ask I sent again I'm not sure if "how my romantic and sexual feelings developed through childhood" might've been a bit misleading, like if you thought I was talking more specifically about how the feeligs for my sister/cousins developed, when I actually did mean literally how I've experienced All Romance since I was a kid— that said if that's true then you can just delete this ask ig, I just worry bc it's easy for me to ramble a lot when I get going and it takes effort to be concise, so I'm always wary of tmi-ing people. Come to think of it that might be like. I might be slightly excessively nervous about that. Trauma response? Who knows.

I also like, before I saw the post that made me send that I had been thinking about writing an essay that I would never put anywhere all about my feelings and opinions about incest and the way it's treated in society and the experience of growing up the way I did, and so when I was typing that I kinda on autopilot started putting a bunch of that in there and then was like "wait, I don't really wanna put my personal as-of-yet unwritten essay anonymously in someone's inbox on tumblr.com, even if it's soviet-siscon." This is a second long paragraph that isn't just telling you what you wanted to hear (and what I would very much like to tell someone bc I can't talk about this shit hardly anywhere). I just woke up like a half an hour to an hour ago from not sleeping very well and I'm in a weird mood. By the time I finish this it will have been at least another half hour bc I will take excuses to talk extensively about my life and if you don't wanna see it you can delete it.

So like one of my earliest memories is telling a cousin my age that when I grew up I wanted to marry her. (It was at night, all our siblings were in the room and I asked them to cover their ears so I could tell her a secret. They did not do that and I decided I didn't care anyway.) I was young enough that no one really took it seriously, I can't imagine parents didn't know, but I don't remember them saying anything. I don't remember everything bc it was a very long time ago but I think I frequently made her feel uncomfortable when we played. During that same period of time, my family switched churches, and a girl there showed me around and introduced me to people and told me what a "crush" was, and I promptly got one of those on her and told her about it. This time I'd developed a sense I should keep it a secret, but she didn't. The one time I wasn't fast enough to shush her before she spilled it was the time my cousins were visiting my church and my cousin apparently, despite not reciprocating at all previously, started crying bc I'd told her she was the one I would marry when I grew up, and she ran off and I chased her for a bit trying to help before realizing it was no use and letting her be alone... In hindsight I imagine to adults it would've looked like very childish drama but also it was like. Really bad, and I think the same situation would be really bad for an adult too. I felt awful and deeply internalized for many years that when you like two girls at once, that's trouble.

This was unfortunate because the way my brain works I get very attached to people very quickly once I trust them, and the part of my brain that picks crushes simply has never cared even a little bit how many people it's already picked. It also has never cared even a little bit whether I am related to the person. So I spent a long time as a kid being in various states of denial over the crush-like(?) feelings I had for Every Girl. And I was homeschooled, (like, with a group that meant I took classes taught by parents out of young earth creationist textbooks and attended by other homeschooled kids once a week,) so while I wasn't completely socially isolated, (there were the once a week classes, church, smth best described here as a youth group, the library had a teen program once a week, etc.,) I spent a lot of time with family as a kid. So, Mom and my sister, cousins, (although mostly That cousin, after the Incident I told her to forget I had ever told her that thing about the marriage, which as a child seemed a perfectly reasonable solution and we never talked about it again,) aunts, my mom's cousin and her kids had some presence in my young life and I remember her commenting on how cuddly I was...

So like growing up there was never a time when I didn't feel embarrassment and shame in association with any acknowledgement that I even could experience romance, and that kinda fucked me up! I also remember hearing for the first time that some gay people aren't doing it on purpose to spite god and are actually accidentally gay, and started worrying about whether I was gay before consoling myself by concentrating on how much I really liked looking at boobs. I then got a crush on a guy and was in denial about it. I remember specifically thinking "The way I feel about this guy... Is really similar to how I feel about this girl I have a crush on... Do I actually not have a crush on her???"

To this day I feel like if almost anyone asks me directly if I have a crush on them, (assuming I wanted to be honest with them,) the answer is mostly gonna be me trying desperately to say "I dunno" in a way that won't make them assume the answer is "yes but I don't want to admit it". It's relatively simple to decide if I wanna have sex with someone, but a crush... I mean, really I'd have sex with a lot of people given the opportunity, I feel like if I say "yes I have a crush on you bc I am sexually attracted to you" that's not actually giving them much information. But also like if someone asked that and I just said no without mentioning I had beat my meat thinking about them that would feel dishonest I think. I mean that's what I'd probably do realistically but that's not the point.

This is where I sometimes get confused looking at your blog actually- you're ace, and I just can't even fathom what the feelings are you're describing if it's not fundamentally based on "like looking at this person, want to fuck"? Especially since you're posting specifically about fucking them? I don't think I'm aro at all, but I am very confused about what people are describing as "romance" and what feelings in me are supposed to correspond to saying I feel romance for someone. This is despite my whole life being unable to escape what's definitely romance at least sometimes, bc I've definitely gotten obsessed with some people. Maybe I think romance is a social construct and no one feels a discrete emotion corresponding one to one with that particular form of attachment. Idk.

It's kinda calmed down over the years, fortunately. I don't feel this way about most men (I might actually not be attracted to men anymore? Maybe??? Lots of trans women come out as bi or gay first and then realize they're girls and that they aren't attracted to men anymore, right? I think? Except that my youngest brother is really hot???) and I also hardly ever these days seem to get it for people of previous generations. (Partly bc it's more difficult for me to want to fuck someone who I'm becoming more and more aware has Done Some Shit to me and people I care about — family abolition today!) My feelings about my sister have been persistent though. I haven't really seen the side of the family that That cousin was on in years, but the other side... Has some attractive people... One of whom is actually, I have determined, the Most Likely Incest Candidate, on account of how they're the one person in my family who has both left the church (with prejudice) and who isn't Very Monogamously Engaged (with apparently little interest in sex to boot). They are dating someone though and I don't know how open they are (at least a little? To some people?) and I'm sure as hell not betting on them being ok with incest. Most likely candidate doesn't mean I'll do anything it just means my eyes are open ig. Just in case. (It won't happen). Also when I saw my mom's cousin's family again for the first time in many years for like one day my reaction was "oh no, they're all really hot." And my younger brother who isn't the youngest is someone I think about feminizing. He'd make a pretty girl I think...

Writing time an hour and 45 minutes as of now. (15 additional minutes making largely useless edits.) I'm trying not to apologize for writing so much self indulgent rambling about my feelings and past by reminding myself that you did literally ask for this and if you don't like receiving it you can delete it. I hope you have a good day

Thank you so much for sending this! don't feel bad about it, it was really fascinating to read. it must have taken a lot of introspection to get to this point and that's really cool of you! I actually really relate to a lot of what you're saying, especially about shame and embarrassment and crushes and stuff. being ace for me is really interesting because a lot of my incestuous attraction takes the form of like...a desperate craving for validation and acknowledgement and closeness with them. like i'd probably have sex if i was asked but for the most part it's way more a desperate "please don't leave me" plea i guess. my personal feelings are this massive horrible swamp that's like impossible to navigate so it's probably more confusing for me than it is for you tbh. again i really appreciate this! i'm glad you get to share your feelings about stuff and it's really interesting for me to hear peoples lives and opinions on things. I'm sorry you went through so much of what you did. i'm giving u a hug and also wishing you the best in however your life turns out. I'll keep reblogs on this 'cus it seems really personal and i get annoyed when people treat people pouring their heart out as something hot to reblog.

[youhavetogotocollege]

information superhighway

i don't think i should be allowed to have access to the internet. it allows me to stalk profiles of people i dislike or people that make me anxious or people i could potentially be jealous of or people that i've convinced myself my boyfriend likes more than me or...well, y'know. i can't not use the internet, of course. how would i ever talk to my dearly beloved audience of four (me, my boyfriend, my new follower, and the porn bot)? how would i complete assignments for classes that i'm most likely going to fail? how would i be able to gasp stalk all of the social media profiles that i've decided that i Need To Look At because i Need To Know What Is Happening or i Need To Know Who This Person That My Boyfriend Just Followed (i don't recognize them) Is? see, i can't just quit the internet. i have to have access to it. i just have to. maybe that's the "i was given completely unsupervised access to the internet at 8 years old and now i don't know what my life would look like had i not been groomed on Kik in 2014, thus creating this idea in my head that without the internet (and the validation of 25 year olds (but switch the 5 and the 2)) i am literally no one" in me talking, but it's something that i genuinely believe. i don't know what i would do without the information superhighway at my disposal.

when i was 8, my dad decided that i needed to have a phone. he said that, because i was traveling across the country for the sole purpose of seeing him, it was an absolute must for safety. my mom agreed, reluctantly. she clearly didn't think i needed it. i was 8, for christ's sake. she was most definitely right. the minute my father bought me that bright blue samsung intensity 2 sch-u460 (the type that slid to the side to reveal a miniature qwerty keyboard), i was a completely different person. (my dad was also the person who bought me my first ever computer, but we'll get to that later.) i was absolutely hooked on this phone. i loved taking pictures and sending texts in 8-year-old english to my parents who most definitely had something better to be doing than looking at what their kid sent them. this phone did not have access to the internet unless you wanted to spend $1.99/month—which was more money than 8-year-old me ever could've imagined—but it was my First Ever Device and i wanted to do everything i could with it, with or without internet. that was, of course, until my dad bought me my first ever computer.

i'll be honest, dearest audience, i do not remember much about this computer. what i do remember was seeing p-o-r-n at 10 years old and being completely scarred (i've developed a slight addiction to it now though so like y'know it worked out alright i guess), and discovering youtube, but honestly it wasn't that bad. i'm gonna skip around in time to being like 13 now because i literally can't remember anything about my computers or social media presences and whatnot from before then so imagine me fucking around on tumblr at 10 years old and discovering masturbation or something i dunno.

when i was like 13 or so i developed an obsession with musical theatre, tumblr, and being gay. eighth grade was a horrible, horrible time. i used instagram, twitter, kik, google hangouts, google+, tumblr, ao3, wattpad, quotev, you fuckin' name it. it was honestly out of control. i wasn't allowed to use my phone at home, so i did all of my social media-ing at school or when i was out with what little friends i had. i also used our home computer a lot because i had homework and things and i wasn't allowed to have my own after The Incident (i don't even remember what it was or if it actually happened, i'm just trying to be ominous). i have this one specific memory of my mom finding out i was self harming because she opened my google hangouts logs and saw me talking about it with my then "girlfriend" (we were 13, it literally doesn't count). she freaked the fuck out and told me that i wasn't allowed to use the computer or else she'd send me to the psych ward. i don't really know where i was going with this story, but it felt relevant in showing how my internet addiction impacted my mental health and my relationships with everyone in my life. my parents didn't really support my phone usage.

now at 20, my family still thinks i use my phone too much. they think that it stunted my growth and ability to communicate with people in the outside world. they think that all of my online friends aren't real people and that my boyfriend that i met on discord in 2020 isn't worth my time because we met online. i don't know if i agree with all of that, but i definitely think that my relationship with the internet and social media isn't the healthiest ever. i don't really know why i started writing this. maybe it's me telling myself that i absolutely need to quit the internet or else? maybe it's me warning you all about the dangers of raising your child with the internet? maybe i'm just reaching out to see who relates to me about being too damn old to be this obsessed with their phone. who knows, who knows. i really am just using tumblr as a diary and making 3 people (excluding the porn bot) read it. whatever the case, i don't know how to feel about the internet. i think we're in an abusive relationship but one where we're both abusing each other and it's gonna get impossible for us to quit it any time soon because we find comfort in the madness.

that's all for now, dearest audience. love you porn bot.

[mikoriin]

Hello Mikoriin! I saw your request for experiences of wearing the hijab for your character and I thought I'd chip in with my pov! (hopefully this helps!)

As a background, I'm a 31 year old muslim malay in Malaysia. I grew up with a pretty balanced muslim family of 7 children (i'm the second eldest). My parents are both from lower income families who got overseas education (scholarship) in the States back in the 80s. So while they're very strict with basic rules where the religion is concerned, they're pretty balanced and liberal in letting us decide what we want to do with what we're taught about the religion. (i.e they told us to wear the hijab when we were kids but they did say if we don't want to anymore when we're older, we're free to not wear it [though it'll make them sad]. They explicitly mention this as a sign of respect that we're adults who can decide what we want with our life at a certain point) .This is not quite the norm as far as I heard, so I think that has influenced me quite a bit in how I adapt to many aspects of Islam, including how I see wearing the hijab.

To summarise it, the hijab to be is a veil of protection. Ofc the texts tells us this is what is to be expected of us women, but I was also told that it is to give us the power of deciding who we want to reveal our crowning feature (or in some texts, it's actually described as the 'crown'), mainly it refers to our hair (as far as I'm told. I'm not an expert but it seems to be the case). To me at least, as someone who is very reserved and careful with others, I appreciate being able to feel like revealing this (a part of myself) is within my control at least. But I'm a pretty private person in general, so I think this works out the best for me too. And having something to be considered sacred really grounds me, personally. I've been told this is pretty old-fashioned but I like it at least T-T I feel very empowered wearing a hijab.

Between you and me, I've tried walking out without it and it just didn't feel right. I didn't appreciate the way people looked at me and their insistence that "you're better this way". I felt very... invaded in a way? If that makes sense? I ended up putting on my hijab again after and never took it off since (only when I'm really nauseous, sick or i'm in some kind of physical ailment and I need some air).

I also personally appreciate that as someone who is of a very mixed heritage and as someone who doesn't really feel like I belong in any category through my life, that I am recognised as being muslim from a single look. Even though these days it makes me a bit of a target when I travel to western countries and that can be scary, it makes me feel like I belong somewhere. Like I have some identity that I feel at home with.

Also, I realise that growing up wearing the hijab has really taught me what is considered beauty and I learned early on about what the public perpetuates as a standard of beauty isn't all there is to me at a very young age (way before the internet was talking about it). There's some sort of switch that turns on when you have to dress yourself with limitations. There's something weird about it that kind of makes you dig deeper because I can't dress like most of my friends do so I guess that makes me search for my individualism in an organic way. What I've learned has balanced me a lot and I really, genuinely enjoy wearing it. Not to mention the kind of things you can do creatively with a hijab is endless! And at most if I mess up, I'll be damaging fabric i can recycle into something else rather than my hair TvT haha. this works well for me who's not very good at handling delicate things like hair.

Also a plus is that you never have to worry about bad hair day lmao. I love being able to rush for my university classes way back when and just stuff my hair into my hijab instead of having to put products and protect it from the sun so this also appeals to lazy little me lmao.

So basically!! It makes me feel safe, makes me feel beautiful. It's convenient, it gives me a sense of identity. A sense of belonging. And it's my ultimate lady's tool to always look as clean and sharp as possible! haha. I hope this helps! Sorry for the long ramble :,))) I'm so excited to hear you're writing a hijabi character! Makes me so happy!

wow thank you SO MUCH for your input!! i think i want to incorporate some of these thoughts into heather's character if thats okay! i already have her wearing hijab because thats 1) how she was raised by her parents, 2) because she feels beautiful and confident in it and without it she feels naked. i personally have always thought hijabs were so beautiful and muslim women were so graceful and ethereal with their headdresses, and i kind of want to give heather a bit of that from growing up seeing her mom look beautiful in hijab. i havent designed heather's mom but i want her to be gorgeous for sure haha

i also did originally have heather's parents be kind of strict with their religion, but i think i might change it to where theyre still very devout, however theyre more lenient with it comes to how their children interpret their religion and what it means to them. heather is an only child right now, but maybe ill give her a sibling or two as i develop her and her family more! (definitely thinking i want elise to have younger siblings instead of being an only child)

but yeah thank you so much for this beautiful message and for sharing your thoughts with me it was really insightful!!

[x-stephanie-sinnz-x]

Saturday's cumdump

Saturday morning my mother-in-law called my phone and asked for her son/my husband, but he was still sleeping. About an hour later she called again, so this time I woke him.

She wanted him to help her clean out a storage unit, and he agreed.

He asked me if I wanted to help, but after working all week , that was the last think I wanted to do.

"Well....then what's your plan while I'm gone?" He asked.

I knew 3 thinks , 1 I'm definitely not helping, 2 I'm horny as fuck today, and 3 I thought it would be a nice treat for hubby to return to a well used wife.

I wasn't sure on the details yet, so I told him just to message me when he was on his way home.

I ran a few ideas through my head like going to the mall and maybe get lucky, but figured that takes too much energy.

Maybe call my fuck buddy the security guard, but realized he was with his wife.

Thought about calling my brother, but remembered he was at his kids baseball game. I even thought about getting on an app to find someone, but realize that I don't have any, and hubby usually handles all that.

I finally said "fuck it" I'll just go to an adult bookstore/gloryhole.

I know sometimes I go, I have some luck. It kinda depends on the crowd. There has been times when I've been there and they are all gay men, but I figured I have all day and if one is bad I can simply go to another one (we have many in my town).

  I started at the nicest one i knew of, it usually has a better class of guys, a sex shop that has an area with booths, and a dark room. I was really horny, and was hoping for the best. The place was located next to a golf club, so I expected less gay men and maybe some older men.

When i entered, there was a lot of people in the shop, but I went almost immediately to the dark room, which had some benches against the walls where some guys were already having their dicks sucked.

I took a seat and a short slim guy with glasses got close to me. I reached for his cock, he was semi-hard, and pulled me closer to his crotch to suck him. He smelled strongly of body odor and sweat, it made me so fucking wet and horny I wanted to suck him clean. He moaned loudly while I sucked him and after a few minutes he made me stand up, he leaned against the wall and we started making out. He pulled down my panties and started spreading my ass cheeks and fingering my cunt. "Do you want me to put it in?" He asked and I nodded, turned around and bent over.

He had a slim cock about 5 inches long, and had no trouble sliding it inside me. He pounded me hard and fast, when a guy maybe in his 50s got close to me and made me suck his cock. He had a dadbod, and a cock about 7 inches long surrounded by gray hairs. The slim guy pulled out after a few minutes and we started making out again, while he offered my holes to the other guy. The guy in his 50s started to rub his dick against my snatch and entered in a single stroke. I felt his dick making his way in with ease, and he started pounding me and slapping my ass. The slim guy pulled me down to suck him again until they made me turn around and switched places. I was moaning in pleasure asking for more.

"I'm cumming inside you!" Said the slim guy, and I felt his hot cum filling me. He pulled out almost immediately and we started making out again. The other guy used the new lube leaking from my pussy to fuck my ass hole and I got down to lick clean the slim guy's cock. The guy in his 50s started to talk about how much he enjoyed my ass hole, while he pounded me fast and hard. "Do you want cum?" He asked "Yes please!!" I said loudly, while some of the guys in the dark room were looking at us. I heard the guy moaning and felt his warm cum when he pulled out. I kissed him and thank him, then decided to look around the sex shop to take a break for a moment before taking another load.

After looking around, and calling hubby to see how much longer he was going to be, I decided to return to the dark room. There were a lot of people, so I took a seat once again. A few moments later a short hairy, big beard and dressed in jeans and a band black tshirt stood next to me, grabbing his bulge. I offered my hand and he pulled out his thick meat. I jerked him off a few seconds and then took the head of his cock in my mouth.

He was about 6 inches, but due to his thickness he barely fitted in my mouth. I loved the taste of sweat and licking under his foreskin, I gave him head until my jaw started to get sore, and I asked if he would fuck me. He took a spit in his hand and lubed his cock, then ordered me to bend over.

I felt his bare cock forcing it's way inside me, I was in a bit of pain, that was the thickest cock I've had in awhile, but feeling it open me up was fucking hot. He started fucking me, making me moan from the stimulation of my clit and making my cunt feel full, I opened my legs more so he could reach deeper and grabbed the wall trying not to loose balance, because my legs started to feel weak.

"I want to cum deep inside you" he told me. "Yes, please! Cum, inside me" I begged. He continued to fuck me for about another five minutes, until he started to shoot his load inside me. I heard him moan and reached down to feel his dick pumping cum. He started to move again and continued to fuck me until his limp cock came out. He spanked my ass and left the dark room.

I stayed in the room a few minutes, then decided to head to one of the booths with glory holes in it and a screen with porn on it, and entered without locking the door. One of the booths was occupied by an older man, although I'm not sure how much, since I couldn't see his face. It looked like he was naked but maybe he only took his shirt off. He was giving his cut dick a hand job, so I offered my mouth and he inserted his semi limp cock in. I started to suck his dick from tip to base feeling it become bigger and harder.

Then I heard the booth door open and felt a hand reaching for my ass. I looked through the corner of my eye and saw a young guy, maybe in his early 20s, slim. He locked the booth and I moved my hips so I would be more accessible. The young guy inserted one finger in my butt. Then he stood up, took my hips and started to tease my ass hole with his cock, until he inserted his meat in a single movement. I moaned but the cock in my mouth muffled the sound. His cock felt about 6 inches, not very thick, but with a big head, he fucked me slowly and fingered me while his cock was still inside. The head of his cock was stimulating all the right places.

The guy in the glory hole started to get harder and bigger, so I kept sucking until he finally came in my mouth. I kept sucking, feeling each cum shot coming from the base, tasting the bitter and thick liquid, until the guy pulled his limp cock out of my mouth. The young guy placed his hand on my tits and pulled me closer to him making me completely stand up. "What a nice hole, slut" he told me, "Hmm yeah? Do you wanna cum in it?" I said while moaning. He didn't answered, he pushed me back to the bent over position and kept fucking. We changed positions, me kneeling in the booth bench and him fucking my exposed ass, he fucked me for a long time in this position until he buried his cock and started to unload inside me. He then made me lick him clean, pulled up his pants and when we were ready, he gave me a kiss and we left the booth.

After this I noticed about 3 hours had passed since I arrived, so I took a look at my phone and noticed several missed messages from hubby.

Hubby was already home and waiting for his treat.

Stephanie Sinnz 💋

Followup 👇

[tsukki-bear]

𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

シ 𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘵𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⚠︎︎𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘢, 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘬𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺/𝘯

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.2𝘬

𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 @mexicanmartian

"hey! tsukki!" yamaguchi called, running to catch up with his best friend, "you know y/n that sits in the back of the class? well, we started talking today and he's really cool! i invited him to sit with us at lunch."

"who?" tsukishima asked, not recognizing the name.

"l/n. y/n l/n." yamaguchi replied, "he sits in the very back. he's really shy but once you get to know him he's great!"

tsukki searched his brain for any memory of the boy that yamaguchi was talking about. then it hit him, tadashi was talking about the cute boy in the back that never talked and always had his head down unless he was copying something from the board. tsukki smiled softly to himself as he listened to his green haired friend's rant about y/n's interests. maybe this y/n wouldn't be so bad to be friends with.

once they made it to the lunchroom, tsukki and yamaguchi sat in their usual seats. before long, the boy that tadashi had been telling tsukishima so much about was hesitantly walking towards them. he sat in front of the two boys, waving shyly. tsukki felt his heart leap softly, but immediately shook it off. he never was great at dealing with emotions.

"hey, y/n! this is tsukki! he's my best friend. he's mean sometimes but don't take it personally. he's like that to everyone." yamaguchi smiled.

"i'm not mean. you're just dumb." tsukishima replied nonchalantly.

"see?" the freckled boy gestured to his friend, making y/n giggle.

a couple of months passed and the three boys were practically inseparable. both tsukki and tadashi had helped y/n gain a lot of confidence. he had become almost as snarky as his tall blonde friend. everytime tsukki said something mean to him, y/n always had an amazing comeback up his sleeve. tsukishima had fun playing with him. he made it a lot more entertaining than yamaguchi.

"hey, pipsqueak, where are you going?" tsukki asked as they walked out of their classroom together.

"shouldn't you know my schedule by now, dumbass? i'm going to math." y/n playfully rolled his eyes, earning a light shove.

"i gotta go to the bathroom. see ya later, bitch." tsukki patted y/n's head, messing up his hair.

"cunt." y/n said quietly, smiling as he walked to his locker.

the boy had had a crush on kei since he first saw him. he was just so cool and confident, not to mention cute. y/n was just too shy to tell him. besides, tsukki never showed any interest in him beyond friends. y/n hated how his heart fluttered when they were together.

"hey, (dead name)." an unfamiliar voice spoke from behind y/n as he gathered his books.

turning around, he was met with two boys from his english class that he had never even spoken too. how did they find out? y/n transfered schools so that no one would know. how did they possibly find out?

"huh?" y/n tried to reply in a natural confused voice.

"we found out all about your little secret. lots of your old friends have loose lips." one of them said.

"what's your point?" y/n's voice was getting shakier.

tsukishima had came out of the bathroom and caught a glimpse of the two boys walking over to y/n and decided to listen in. he was confused, but waiting for y/n to defend himself just like he always does.

"my point is, you'll never be a real man. you're a girl and you can't change that." the other boy added.

y/n felt tears flood his eyes, trying his hardest to fight them away he answered them, "cant you just leave me alone?"

the two spoke some more but y/n didn't hear what they were saying. he was in disbelief that they had found out and trying to fight away his tears. tsukishima saw that his friend wasn't defending himself and the tears that were welling up had started to fall down his cheeks. the blonde boy felt his blood boil all of a sudden and he needed to protect y/n. stomping over to the three with a menacing look, the bullies backed away.

"leave him alone, you asshats." tsukki said angrily, yet calmly.

that was all it took for the boys to scramble away. y/n tried to wipe his tears away so that tsukki wouldn't see them, but he couldn't keep them from falling again. tsukki sighed and shoved both of their books in y/n's locker before taking his hand. he pulled the boy behind him, taking him to the volleyball club room.

"tsukki, we can't just skip class. i'm fine. besides, i'm not supposed to be in here." y/n protested as tsukki closed the door.

"you're not okay, y/n. you're still crying. i've never seen you like that. you always have a snarky comeback. what were they talking about anyways? what did they mean you'll always be a girl?" tsukki asked curiously.

"i'm trans, tsukki. i might as well tell you know since apparently everyone seems to fucking know. i switched schools for this exact reason and yet it somehow still caught up with me." y/n paced back and forth as he ranted.

tsukki stopped y/n by pulling him into a hug. he was caught off guard by the sudden affection but being in kei's arms made all of his worries fade away. tsukki felt as if his heart was melting as his friend clung onto him, crying into his shirt. he had pushed away his emotions for so long but he didn't think he could push them away anymore.

"don't listen to anything they have to say. you're more of a man then they'll ever be. you're such an amazing, funny, smart, handsome boy and i love you, y/n. i want you to be my handsome boy." tsukishima said before he even had time to think.

y/n looked up at him with teary eyes, "really?"

"yes, y/n. now say you'll be mine before i die of embarrassment." he replied, fighting the urge to kiss y/n right then.

"of course, tsukki! i love yo-" he was cut short by tsukki crashing their lips together.

"shit, i can't believe i forgot my phone in-"

tsukki and y/n separated only to see sugawara standing in the doorway. kei shoved y/n away in a panic, making y/n huff. sugawara chuckled softly and walked in.

"i forgot my phone in here. who's this, tsukki?" the older male asked as he walked over to where his phone was laying.

"uhh, this is y/n." tsukishima answered.

"your boyfriend?" suga questioned.

"yeah..." the blonde said hesitantly.

"nice to meet you, y/n. i'm koushi. i'm really surprised that he managed to get a boyfriend. you mean you actually like him?" the third year joked.

"i'm not sure why, if i'm being honest, but yeah. i do." y/n responded.

"alright, well, have fun kids!" suga waved as he walked out.

tsukki and y/n looked at each other, bursting into laughter. y/n threw himself back into tsukki's arms, wanting to stay there forever. the two swayed back and forth gently as they embraced each other. it would be worth skipping class, even if it meant getting detention.

[playingplayer2]

Additionally, a lot of the schools we have for early language learning aren't accessable for a number of reasons.

Fair warning, everything below is personal experience. I speak almost entirely English, I don't travel, and I have a serious disconnect with the non-white-american side of my heritage. Less personal stuff further down.

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My sibling and I were homeschooled for several years (starting at pre-k aged to 2nd/3rd grade age), and when my older sibling got sent off to school(6yo), it was to a Mandarin Immersion School in our area because our (now-permanently-out-of-the-picture) father is a Chinese immigrant and it was decided to try that, and if it went well, I'd be going the next year. (Funnily enough he didn't want me or my sibling or our mother learning Cantonese or Mandarin, and not for pleasant or heart-warming reasons.)

It did not go well.

(In fact it went so badly because of abuse in the school system, racism, and ableist bullshit, that my sib got pulled so fucking fast with such a public fuss, that in the coming years that school apparently did a total overhaul to change that. Comparatively, one of my best friend's friends went to a French Immersion School and never had any issues and now, knows French. I on the other hand (public school from 7/8 on up) didn't have an opportunity outside of things at home- and with a recently divorced mother, scrambling to get work and take care of two kids & court, and a P.O.S old man, there really wasn't time for me or my sibling to learn more.)

My mom taught us some Latin, she'd taken Latin in school, and ASL, having learned a lot for/from her deaf friend in high school, and pre-divorce we'd been learning some Mandarin when my father wasn't around.

Now flash forwards, I don't start learning a new language through school until I'm in middle school at 13. I take French for a year. I switch to Spanish in high school a year later, end up with a really bad teacher (no srsly, she taught French and Spanish and kept switching to French lessons, so many people had issues with her teaching Spanish) and so the next year I don't sign up for a school language class, start trying to learn Italian on my own. Then I end up starting French again in 11th grade because most colleges required at least 2 years of a non-english language classes.

I take two years of French, and in the last three months of my senior year there's a Global Pandemic (please note; it isn't over, check with your local epidemiologists for more info). Real wrench in my life plans, y'know?

So, now, three years post hs graduation, the biracial child of an immigrant, and I know a handful very basic words in (textbook) Spanish, I remember French at the weirdest damn times (but can barely speak any of it), and my Cantonese and Mandarin are basically non-existent (Cantonese because my father's side is immigrated from Hong Kong, Mandarin bc that's the "what everyone speaks" in said relatives words).

Now, in terms of travel? I've left my State (I live in the states) twice. Both times add up to less than 12 hours out of state, and less than an hour past the state border each time.

I grew up and I'm still poor, like a huge portion of Americans. I've never been on a vacation outside of school mandatory ones. I've never left the U.S, I don't even have a passport and I don't drive.

My mom? Grew up poor. Vacations aren't a thing for people below a certain income. But bc of where I grew up, all of my friends could afford to go on a family trip to Florida or NY or Cali or wherever every year or two, most of my friends now can and have travelled out of state, even out of country, on a semi-regular basis.

But most of those friends grew up in a 2-income family, remarried/non-divorced households that were already decently well off.

To the less personal stuff.

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Every person above has fucking point though. The States could, and quite frankly should, be doing better, should be doing more.

But racism and classism and sexism are all still rampant, frothing at the mouth, vicious and blatant.

Our transportation in-country is horrid. The cost to leave the country is tremendous, starting with the cost of passports to whether or not taking a week off will cost you your job.

And there's a shit ton of clueless, rich Americans who go out there and Americanism all over everything in the most miserably rude, senseless fashion they can, most of them not even realizing it.

There's a ton of faults, and a whole lot of cluelessness that breeds ignorance and insult, on both sides.

Europeans don't, for the most part, understand just how split up the States are, culture, language, etc. Because each state, each region, is vastly different from geography to mannerisms. They don't get just how easy it is for them to travel, their schools promote learning multiple languages. Our schools, our governments? They don't. Well. They do if you're rich, white, and cis. Then it's a "bonus in your job applications." But if someone who isn't one or any of those speaks two or more languages, then it's a count against them.

Again: racism, classism, sexism.

But, Americans also aren't "cultureless." I'm from the Midwest. That's very different from the central plains (now often lumped in w/ the MW) or from the East, South, West, etc. The cultures between regions are incredibly different- and it varies more-so state to state. You can't say NY and NJ are the same, just like MN and WI aren't. CA isn't WA state, and KS, AZ, and GA can't even be compared, region or state.

It's just that the predominant majority of American Tourists come from the same middle-to-upper class, white, nuclear-family backgrounds and their ingrained ignorance paired with the European VP (that we hear the most) is that All Americans Have The Same Opportunities and Upbringings leads to a lot of bullshit fuckery.

europeans will really look americans dead in the eye and say they’re so uncultured because they never leave the us