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violetsiren90 · 8 months ago

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Warning! My message is a lot longer than I actually meant to write.

What? No, no.. I'm not one to rush people into replying back. I am just the person who tends to have very good long term memories but bad short term memories. I don't know why my mind processes like that.

But I've had low battery lately, I haven't been social with anyone lately either. I haven't said or done much lately because of being so drained.

So no complaints from me.

When it comes to the actual obsessive compulsive disorder, the real disorder (not the "other" compulsive disorder)... I have mild obsessive compulsive signs and symptoms. Intrusive thoughts and ruminations are some signs, organizational and ritualistic habits, contamination - could explain my mild germaphobia. Basically every sign or symptom you could think of with obsessive compulsive disorder, just more mild though. At least maybe a milder diagnosis than yours? I don't know.

True. That's the whole complex situation involving characters in every fictional story you've ever read. People complain that they want some more representation, yet complain that the character is too Mary Sue for them to enjoy the story. Original characters (who do actually have face claims) are rare now, which is understandable for certain people, since you'd have visuals of the character and detailed backstories too - if you're the type of person who doesn't mind reading any character like that. Even insert characters could be a hit or miss for people too.

I was joking. Well... Kind of. Not that it would be noticeable over some screen rather than in person. But yes! When it comes to people who's short, or disabled, or whichever person you are. Having certain things on higher shelves does become frustrating. I know you could ask a lot of people for help, if they're considerate to people strangers, but it's a really annoying thing to do. Always relying on people to help you with whatever you might need help with. I'd really hate asking for help too.

Sadly, for me, I don't know how to create content like that.. I probably am the only person who doesn't know how to make edited pictures or gifs, banners, any visuals. So I doubt any visual content will be seen.

But arsonist Jack would still be an interesting story either way if you'll have good ideas to write for the story. An arsonist, a serial killer. I may be able to imagine Jack as a split personality. Wait.. Did I say this yet? Did I say that before? I can't remember. That can be another concept.

The xNTx in me enjoys overanalyzing everything that comes to mind.

Like I said.. I could easily imagine just about everyone being assigned to more than one sin and virtue but I'm only assigning one per person though. And this is just what I've noticed whenever people write a Sin universe concept. I rarely see Yoongi as any other sin besides Sloth so he would be Sloth and Diligence for me. Most of the time, I would just see people assign Pride to Jin or Namjoon. Jin seems slightly more of Pride than anyone else? In a good and bad way. But I think the reason many people assign Namjoon with Pride since he is the leader of BTS (not that he couldn't be prideful). But I would always see Jin assigned as either Pride or Gluttony, both seem fitting for his character. Joon is usually assigned to Pride, Greed, Gluttony, and maybe one other sin I can't remember. The sins could easily be assigned to any of them too.

I know just about everyone in the group says that Hope and Jimin are the scariest when angry. JHope could easily represent the Wrath and Patience in general. But I could also imagine him as Envy, Gluttony or Greed too. I see people assign him as Wrath, Greed, Gluttony or Envy.

Most of the time Lust is usually either Jimin or Taehyung in stories I'd seen. Jimin, Taehyung or Jungkook could easily be Lust in my mind.

Jimin is usually assigned Lust, Envy, Greed or Wrath in stories. Which I could also imagine? I know that I'm basically repeating myself now.

Taehyung's assigned Lust, Envy, Greed and even Wrath too. Between Jimin and Taehyung, there's roles are always switched between them from what I've noticed. But I guess it depends on how you write them too, like how you might want that sin and virtue represented in work.

Jungkook has been assigned just about every sin at some point so I'd say that isn't really surprising though.. But the sins I see assigned him the most are usually Gluttony or Greed, even Wrath - there is so many people I see assign him as Wrath that I've seen, and sometimes Envy.

Though I might have a slight twisted concept on sin of the sins. Like.. Envy, Lust, Greed and Wrath. So hopefully my explain makes sense.

"Greed may not be good, but its not so bad either. You humans think greed is just for money and power, but everyone wants something they don't have."

"You humans think greed is only about money and power. But don't forget: everybody wants something they don't have. So I want money, women, status, fame, and everything else in this world! And I want eternal life." Greed may be a neutral antihero character? But I'm still thinking about that though. So I'm not completely sure on that.

Before you ask, if you ask, this version of Greed would be inspired by inspired by an actual character so that's not even an original concept.

And Lust. Regardless of who represents Lust, obviously Lust's always going to represent sexual lust but not just sexual lust either since lust could mean many things. Lust for sex, power, people and materials - I know this is sounding like Gluttony and Greed. But what about lust as in bloodlust? Just combining the concept of lust as sex and violence.

Wrath is character that I could have many ways of portraying... Wrath is traditionally portrayed as hot explosive anger which could be a way for that character to express their temperament. But in my opinion to a character like Wrath, I could also imagine to other versions of Wrath that doesn't always have to represent explosive anger. There is two of these possible outcomes for Wrath. One: A really cold, calculated and deliberate anger. So the complete opposite of hot explosive anger. I'd say imagine a lot of your favorite mafia men (or maybe this is just me) in this scenario; those men are usually cold, calculated, deliberating a plan of revenge against their enemies in some way or another. Like as in Yoongi in Haegeum (but that doesn't mean I could not actually just write his character, and the other BTS boys, like that in mafia stories). And two: A self-hatred and inwardly turned Wrath, and this longing to be released from this feeling to find inner peace. “It’s about being relentlessly hard on yourself and no matter what you do and how much you improve, you will never be as perfect as you wish, because perfection is an illusion.” So this is why I am having too many conflicting thoughts on who portrays the Wrath in my story. Or, unless, in some way, I could combine every wrath into one character.

And as for Envy. There's two ways I could portray Envy's character, so I might attempt to combine both versions. Obviously envy means one person is envious, jealous, covetous of other people and materials. So that stays. But what happens if people are also envious of Envy? Like, “Being resistant to other peoples hurtful words and actions. They might leave some bruises but they won’t get under your skin. It’s about never giving up and reminding that every hate stems from fear, insecurity, mistrust or malevolence.” Envy could still be some envious character, while other characters are also envious at the same time. It is still a concept I'm working on. But I might need to figure details out for certain characters. Though these are just some ideas right now.

And I don't know what the concept will be yet.. Maybe supernatural? I don't know. There are so many universes I can see this happening in a lot of the time so I might be fickle about the universe at the moment.

Though.. Not sure if I'll do this for the Sins & Virtues concept, or even a supernatural concept in general, but I would love to use Taehyung's visuals of him covered in tattoos. The Shadow Like Me, with the vines and tree looking tattoos. I'd love to use that appearance for a story.

Oh good! I tend to neglect social media when I get overwhelmed with life, and I just never want anyone to think I forgot about them!

On the Yale-Brown OCD scale I scored as severe at the time I was diagnosed. But I'm happy for you that yours is more mild, because it's just no fun!

You're very right, one could definitely assign any pairing for any member as far as the seven deadly sins/virtues goes. It's so fun in characterization to decide if you're going to lean into a person's known traits or if you're going to attempt to pull lesser explored sides out of them!

I have heard a lot that Hobi and Jimin are the scariest when mad. It's so interesting though, because I really think that also boils down to what you're afraid of? When I think of who would be the scariest when mad, I think Yoongi and Namjoon. Why? Because at his unhealthiest, I feel Yoongi would be the most likely to go silent-treatment/ice you out. And with Namjoon I feel like his anger would manifest strongly as disappointment. Scream at me, cuss me out, throw my shit down the stairs. But give me the silent treatment? Say you are disappointed in me?? (I'm kidding, by the way, screaming/words of degradation/physical violence of any sort are obviously abusive behaviors that should never be tolerated)

But yeah, I can see people being more afraid of their mood shift because it would be so jarring in contrast to their typical presenting persona.

I like the idea of Greed extending beyond the socioeconomic "miser" trope. I see what you're saying with basing Greed on a kind of hunger that can be a driving force (Like in J-Hope's song "More"? 👀).

And it's interesting that you correlate Lust and Greed, because they can seem so similar, right? But I feel like Lust comes from a basal function whereas Greed comes from a higher neurological function. Also, Greed seems to use acquisition as a means to an end, like, getting something to possess it. Whereas with lust, the ACT of taking, not having, seems to be the actual end goal. Lust is uncomplicated - a craving. Even if it's an insatiable one. Greed is more complex, even if it's basic, right? I have no idea if I'm making sense WHATSOEVER lololllllll. I'm probably (definitely) overthinking it. But I love tearing apart philosophical concepts like that! (Anyone who has an actual education in philosophy, please do not perceive me at this or any other time, lol).

Wrath is so interesting too, because it seems like anger that is specifically linked to demanding a kind of payment for its satisfaction, and usually a destructive/punitive one. So, you're right, it could be a cold and calculated cruelty or a heated and passionate rage. Though I never thought about Wrath in the sense of springing from a place of self-hatred, but that is such an interesting concept for a character as well!

I think that's interesting, about Envy. As opposed to Greed, Envy would seem to stem from a place of deep dissatisfaction with the self. Whereas Greed is focused on the object of acquisition, Envy is focused on the individual and the circumstances of the individual that the thing to be acquired must be taken from/modeled after. Like, Greed wants a sports car for the very sake of adding another car to the collection. Envy wants a sports car because individual X has a sports car and Envy seeks to emulate that person's life and in the hopes of self/social satisfaction. In a similar vein of distinction, Lust desires their friend's partner from a place of actual primal craving, disregarding the tenants of friendship in the name of satisfying a basic desire. Whereas Envy desires their friend's partner due to desiring a life like their friend's for themselves.

AAAHHHHH SO INTERESTING TO TRY AND DISTINGUISH NUANCES IN HUMAN BEHAVIOR AND MOTIVATION.

You've unleashed a monster in me, lol.

AND OH - Tae in tattoos??? Specifically that sort. *chef's kiss*

Sorry I got carried away with the philosophical blabbering - feel free to jot it down under topics to NEVER bring up with Violet lest you be met with word-vomit, lol.

But also, I've seen one too many reels today of Yoongi consuming a banana in a way that could be argued is the Eighth Deadly Sin, so my brain is at, like 2% functionality right now. 😅

#mermail💌#anon asks

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chartkalyan1 · 10 months ago

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Chartkalyan Satta Matka Strategies for Success

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longlistshort · 11 months ago

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V.J. Hagenbuckle, “On Mars”, 2020, Oil on canvas

Paintings by V.J. Hagenbuckle

There are many incredible artists living and working in the Tampa Bay area and quite a few of them also teach. Leepa-Rattner Museum of Art in Tarpon Springs is currently showing work by faculty from the Visual Arts department at St. Petersburg College. In addition to a statement about their work, each faculty member also contributed their teaching philosophy.

Artists included in the exhibition- Jonathan Barnes, Nathan Beard, Ragan Brown, Mason Gehring, Barton Gilmore, Kevin Grass, Marjorie Greene Graff, Jennifer Guest, Jim Hagenbuckle, Elizabeth Indianos, Kim Kirchman, Michaela Oberlaender, Krishna Sadasivam, and McKenzie Smith.

Tonight, 12/7, Jim Hagenbuckle will be giving a talk at the museum at 6pm.

This exhibition is on view until 12/17/23.

Work from Nathan Beard’s “LIFE LINES”

Nathan Beard’s description of his recent personal and intriguing project (pictured above)-

The Memory Map works on view here are my very newest attempt at understanding the role that fallible memory plays in the shaping of culture and self. These small watercolor studies are Phase II of LIFE LINES, a grand 3-part project in which I am examining my family’s memory of themselves and making artwork that tells their story. I plan to collect all of these studies into a singular book that can be handed down through the generations, or perhaps even preserved in a museum for everyone to see.

To create Memory Maps, I have created a survey for each family member. I ask them some general genealogy questions, since this survey will also function as a historical record, including their three favorite colors. I then ask them to try to remember each year of their life, from birth til now, and assign a rank between 0 and 5 for a) how clear their memory of the year is; b) how important that year was for them; c) how “good” or “bad” the year was. I add these columns together to get an “Accumulative” data set that I use to create a skeleton composed of alternating pentagons and hexagons that rotate as they expand. This part is important since it incorporates movement through time and space as we grow outward. Using the fact that our life’s journey always wavers, I then connect the points and end up with a “map” that resembles the cross-section of a tree, and contains all the metaphors associated with tree rings and natural growth cycles.

The most important visual development presented itself with Cate Clark, where I allowed myself the freedom to incorporate representational imagery. I asked my wife about her favorite place ever, and she surprised me with the family trip we took to Letchworth State Park in upstate NY. I found a picture from that trip with our daughter Vera standing at the edge of wood, and proceeded to paint that memory in resemblance of an antique plate. I also allowed myself the freedom to stray away from the tree ring aspect, while still using the data skeleton to place the bursts of color.

For more information, his artist talk is available here.

Kim Kirchman, “Cultivating What Might Be Lost”, 2022, Terra cotta with slip transfer

Michaela Oberleander, “Bleed Out”, 2010, Acrylic on canvas

Work by Jonathan Barnes

Relief and silkscreen by Marjorie Greene Graff

Acrylic on canvas paintings by Mason C. Gehring

Soda/Salt Fired stoneware by McKenzie Smith

Digital Prints by Krishna M. Sadasivam

Jennifer Guest, “Character Studies”, 2023, Colored pencil on paper

Kevin Grass, “Cheese and Quackers”, 2022, Acrylic on aluminum panel

Barton L Gilmore, “Playground”, 2023, Photography-Digital print K-3 Inks

Ragan Brown “Wetland Habitat”, 2004, Goache and watercolor and “Angler’s Reef Marina”, 2016, Watercolor

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bdwebit · 1 year ago

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Domain Names and Websites: What’s the Difference?

Domain Names and Websites: What’s the Difference? where the internet has become an integral part of our lives, the terms “domain name” and “website” are frequently used interchangeably. However, they represent distinct components of the online ecosystem. Understanding the difference between domain names and websites is crucial for anyone looking to establish an online presence or navigate the ever-evolving world of the internet. In this blog post, we will delve into these two fundamental aspects of the online world, exploring their roles, functions, and the significance they hold.

Domain Names: The Internet’s Address Book Think of domain names as the addresses of the internet. They serve as a means to locate and access websites, much like how street addresses help us find physical locations. Domain names are user-friendly, human-readable representations of the complex numerical IP (Internet Protocol) addresses that computers use to identify websites and other online resources.

Components of a Domain Name A domain name typically consists of two primary components:

Domain Name Proper: This is the unique and memorable part of the domain name, such as “google” in “google.com.” Top-Level Domain (TLD): The TLD is the extension that follows the domain name proper, such as “.com,” “.org,” “.net,” and many others. TLDs serve various purposes and often reflect the type of organization or the website’s purpose. For instance, “google.com” is a domain name with “google” as the domain name proper and “.com” as the TLD. Each domain name is globally unique, ensuring that there are no duplicates on the internet.

Registering a Domain Name To obtain a domain name, individuals or organizations must register it through domain registrars accredited by the Internet Corporation for Assigned Names and Numbers (ICANN). Registrars facilitate the process of acquiring, renewing, and managing domain names. Domain registration typically involves an annual fee, and registrants must provide accurate contact information as part of the process.

The Role of Domain Names Domain names serve multiple critical functions:

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Web Pages: These are the individual documents or files that users view in their web browsers. Each page can contain text, images, videos, and interactive elements. Design and Layout: The visual appearance and layout of a website, including colors, fonts, and navigation menus, are essential for user experience. Content: This includes text, images, videos, and any other media that convey information or engage visitors. Functionality: Websites can have various functions, such as e-commerce features, user registration and login, search functionality, and more, depending on their purpose. Hosting: Websites are hosted on web servers, which are specialized computers designed to store and deliver web content to users’ devices. Creating a Website Building a website involves several steps:

Design: Planning the website’s layout, structure, and visual elements to create an appealing and user-friendly interface. Development: Writing code (HTML, CSS, JavaScript, etc.) to create web pages and implement desired functionality. Content Creation: Producing and organizing content that will be featured on the website, including text, images, and multimedia. Hosting: Choosing a web hosting provider to store the website’s files and make them accessible on the internet. Domain Integration: Associating the registered domain name with the web hosting service to link the domain to the website’s content. The Role of Websites Websites serve as digital storefronts, information hubs, communication platforms, and more than:

Information Dissemination: Websites are used to share information, news, and knowledge on a global scale. E-commerce: Many businesses operate online stores through websites, facilitating the buying and selling of products and services. Communication: Websites can include contact forms, chatbots, and social media integration to facilitate communication between organizations and their audiences. Entertainment: Websites host a wide range of entertainment content, including videos, games, and streaming services. Community Building: Forums, social networks, and online communities are often hosted on websites, enabling people to connect and interact. Conclusion In summary, domain names and websites are fundamental components of the internet, each with its distinct role and purpose. Domain names act as addresses, making it easy for users to find and access websites, while websites provide digital content and functionality, serving as the heart and soul of online experiences. Understanding the difference between these two elements is essential for anyone navigating the online landscape, whether you’re a business owner, blogger, or simply a curious internet user. By grasping the significance of domain names and websites, you can make informed decisions about your online presence and leverage the power of the internet to its fullest potential.

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advancedexcelinstitute · 1 year ago

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4 Ways to Make Your Data Pop with Conditional Formatting

Have you ever stared at a massive dataset, trying to understand it all? Raw data can be overwhelming, but you can turn it into a visually engaging masterpiece with the right tools. One such tool is conditional formatting. This article will explore four ways to make your data pop using conditional formatting techniques.

Data is at the heart of decision-making in various fields, from business and finance to healthcare and education. However, data alone may not always convey the insights we need. This is where data visualization comes in. By visually representing data, we can more effectively uncover patterns, trends, and outliers. It is a powerful feature that helps us achieve just that.

What is Conditional Formatting?

Conditional formatting is an advanced feature available in many spreadsheet software programs, most notably Microsoft Excel. It allows users to apply formatting rules to cells based on their content, creating visual cues that highlight important information. This technique, taught in Advanced Excel Classes in Gurgaon and other locations, enables data analysts and decision-makers to quickly identify patterns, trends, and exceptions within large datasets.

Importance of Data Visualization

Data visualization plays a crucial role in data analysis and decision-making. It simplifies complex information and enhances understanding. By using visual elements like colors, icons, and bars, we can present data more easily and engagingly. It is here that conditional formatting comes into play, enabling us to transform raw data into visually appealing and meaningful representations.

Benefits of Conditional Formatting

1. Highlighting Important Data

It allows you to emphasize critical data points instantly. By assigning specific formats, such as bold text or bright colors, to specific conditions, you can draw attention to important values or outliers. It helps viewers focus on the most crucial aspects of the data.

2. Identifying Patterns and Trends

With formatting, you can spot patterns and trends within your data. By applying color gradients or data bars to cells, you can visualize the distribution and relative values, making it easier to identify highs, lows, and significant changes.

3. Enhancing Readability

Formatting techniques like conditional formatting enhance the readability of your data. Using contrasting colors and font styles can make your data more accessible and easier to comprehend. It is particularly useful when presenting reports or dashboards to stakeholders.

4. Improving Decision Making

Well-presented data leads to better decision-making. Using formatting, you can transform complex datasets into intuitive visuals that convey the underlying insights efficiently. It also empowers decision-makers, including those who have attended Excel classes in Gurgaon, to grasp information quickly and make informed decisions based on its visual cues.

How to Use Conditional Formatting

1. Applying Conditional Formatting in Excel

Conditional formatting is widely used in Microsoft Excel, making it a versatile tool for data visualization. To apply conditional formatting in Excel, select the range of cells you want to format, go to the "Home" tab, and click the "Conditional Formatting" button. Choose the desired formatting rule from the drop-down menu or create a custom formula.

2. Creating Rules and Formulas

You can create rules and formulas based on specific criteria when applying formatting. For example, you can highlight cells with values above or below a certain threshold, display color scales based on relative values, or use icons to represent different data categories. Experiment with different rules to find the most effective way to visualize your data.

3. Choosing Formatting Options

It offers various formatting options to customize the appearance of your data. You can choose from various colors, font styles, data bars, color scales, and icon sets. Consider the context of your data and the message you want to convey when selecting the formatting options. Remember to keep the visuals clear and meaningful without overwhelming the viewer.

Tips for Effective Conditional Formatting

1. Understand Your Data

Before applying conditional formatting, take the time to understand your data. Identify the key variables, trends, and outliers you want to highlight. This understanding will guide you in creating appropriate formatting rules and choosing the right visualization techniques.

2. Use Appropriate Formatting Techniques

Different datasets and objectives require different formatting techniques. For numerical data, color scales or data bars can effectively represent relative values. Using icons or formatting based on specific text or value conditions can be more suitable for categorical data. Choose the technique that best aligns with your data and communication goals.

3. Test and Refine Your Formatting

After applying conditional formatting, review and test your visualizations. Ensure that the formatting accurately represents the insights you want to convey. Adjust the formatting rules or styles to enhance clarity and visual impact. Seek feedback from colleagues or stakeholders to gather different perspectives and refine your visualizations further.

Making Your Data Shine

Conditional formatting is a valuable tool for transforming raw data into visually engaging representations. By highlighting important data, identifying patterns and trends, enhancing readability, and improving decision-making, conditional formatting allows you to make your data pop and convey insights effectively. Experiment with different formatting techniques, keep your audience in mind, and continuously refine your visualizations to maximize their impact.

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davidtheblogger · 1 year ago

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Benefits of Using Flow Charts

In the virtual age, wherein information flows hastily and organizations try for performance, using visual aids like flow charts has emerged as crucial. Flow charts are photo representations of methods or systems, and they offer a multitude of blessings across various fields. In this article, we can explore the benefits of the use of flow charts, dropping light on how they could streamline operations, improve verbal exchange, and improve decision-making.

Flow charts have gained massive popularity throughout industries, but what makes them so worthwhile? Why are businesses of all sizes integrating flow charts into business operations? In this segment, we will find answers of these questions and set the degree for exploring the benefits of incorporating flow charts.

Have you ever observed yourself tangled inside the complexity of a task, suffering to make experience of elaborate techniques? Or perhaps you have confronted demanding situations whilst looking to deliver your thoughts to a diverse group? Flow charts keep the capacity to address those problems and extra.

Clarity and Simplicity

Visualizing Complex Ideas

One of the leading advantages of using flow charts is their credentials to simplify delicate ideas. Complex structures, workflows, or choice trees can be overwhelming while presented as textual content or spoken causes. However, a properly designed flow chart breaks down these complexities into workable visible segments, making it simpler for every person to grasp the massive picture.

Imagine you're designing a brand-new software program software with a couple of consumer interfaces and interconnected features. Trying to describe this in textual content could lead to misunderstandings and confusion. Instead, growing a flow chart that maps out the user adventure, statistics flow, and interactions afford a clear, concise, and visible representation.

Efficiency and Productivity

Streamlining Processes

Effectiveness is the foundation of successful agencies. Flow maps are necessary for optimizing styles and workflows. By mapping out every move in a system, relating backups, and simplifying jobs, companies can store time and means.

Let's take the example of a manufacturing business enterprise. With a well-constructed flow chart, they can visualize the production process, pinpoint regions that slow down manufacturing, and put in force upgrades. This results in boosted productivity, reduced costs, and eventually, better profitability.

Effective Communication

Bridging Language Barriers

In the contemporary globalized global, teams often encompass participants from numerous linguistic backgrounds. Clear communique is vital to make certain all and sundry is on the same web page. Flow charts, being language-agnostic, go beyond linguistic boundaries.

Consider a multinational company wherein assignment groups collaborate across continents. By the usage of flow charts to demonstrate challenge timelines, duties, and dependencies, they are able to ensure that every crew member, no matter their native language, comprehends the assignment's intricacies.

Decision-Making

Informed Choices

For example, an advertising and marketing team planning a new campaign can create a flow chart that outlines one-of-a-kind techniques, target demographics, and predicted outcomes. This visual aid aids in making informed selections that align with the corporation's dreams and sources.

In a world wherein record overload is a regular challenge, flow charts offer a clear direction forward. So, the next time you are faced with a frightening assignment or an important choice, do not forget to harness the strength of going with the flow charts to navigate with self-belief and precision.

Effective Communication

Bridging Language Barriers

Decision-Making

Informed Choices

In commercial enterprises, decisions could make or break a corporation. Flow charts empower decision-makers by using a visual guide to the ability outcomes of every desire. When confronted with complex decisions, decision-makers can confer with flow charts to understand the consequences of every alternative. For example, an advertising and marketing team planning a new campaign can create a flow chart that outlines one-of-a-kind techniques, target demographics, and predicted outcomes.

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smileygirl95 · 1 year ago

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My Quality-of-Life Manifesto

When reviewing my posts on my Tumblr blog, I have found a common theme in my posts. The subject of my manifesto is my quality of life. Everyone has a different view on the best quality of life they can have. To contribute positivity to my quality of life, traveling and my family is what brings me joy. The first post after my introduction is representative work which I analyzed an illustration I had found on Tumblr of a mother and her daughter cooking a meal together. I spoke about how every summer I travel to my home country of Cuba to visit my family. While I am there, we will have a tradition where the whole family cooks a meal together. Spending time with my family, especially ones that live in a whole other country and doing things together is something I look forward to doing every summer. While we prep the meal and cook together, we update each other on things we may have missed and remanence on the good old times. Though I love spending quality time with my family, I do also love traveling to places. An aspect of my life that brings me happiness is traveling. When I am not at home with my family, I like to visit other parts of the world. For the assignment, my musical theme I chose 6 different songs in a few different music genres with the theme of traveling. The feeling of planning a trip, booking a flight, and just leaving your own little environment is liberating. Specifically, the songs; Life is a Highway by Rascal Flatts and California Dreaming by Mama’s and Papa’s are the best representations of the joy of traveling and living your life the way you want to. The next assignment that follows my theme is Photographer’s Eye. The sets of photos I chose for that assignment have been taken in a few places that I have experienced in the past year. I spoke about the beauty of my own town Naples, Florida and of the beautiful Gatlinburg, Tennesse which I have visited for the first time. Though both cities have different environments and quality of life, both I find very enjoyable. It is nice to experience new things and go to places that are the opposite of the life you are used to living. The following assignment, Anatomy of a Scene contributes to my theme as well. One of the movies that I analyzed was Lost in Translation. The movie follows two Americans that visit Tokyo, Japan on different leisure's and though they both are in a foreign country where they do not understand the language, they form a special bond. To contribute to my quality of life, Japan is country I would love to visit in the future. Though I do not know to speak Japanese, I have appreciation for the culture there. The final assignment that I completed for this class is Not seen on TV, which ties in a bit with my theme. The visual work that I chose to analyze was Pipilotti Rist - Ever is Over All because of the meaning I found behind the work. A woman is seen in a blue dress and red shoes smashing car windows in a city holding a long object that resembles the flower depicted on the right side of the video. To be able to travel and enjoy places, the environment needs to be taken care of. The video represents mother nature fighting back after humans have been destroying it for many years. We have been using up to 50% more natural resources than the Earth can provide. If we cannot protect the earth we live on, we cannot enjoy it. In conclusion, most of the assignments I have completed for this course have made me appreciate several aspects of my life that contribute to my quality of life. My quality of life is enjoying my life while traveling, experiencing new things yet still revisiting places that bring me happiness along.

#final manifesto

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ruumirmir · 1 year ago

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Naur why didn't tumblr gimme an update notif on the extremely necessary thread of my lil loverboy.

You are so correct omg we have the same tastes in almost unconventional ships. Sometimes I DONT want my queer ship representation to be good and wholesome! Sometimes I wanna see them try to kill each other!! Atleast once!! The Flavor✨️ The Drama🔥comes from dousing my lil guys in blood and making it So fucked up.

But we work thru it <3

That's what the character development is for. 💥👏

Boring as hell to measure the amount of love for a character based on their humane morality. Personally do not care if hannibal is a cannibal!! He rhymes with it!! And he's so cool about being a serial killer. 10/10 in my books I cheered for him thru all 3 seasons. Even when he took some well deserved Ls 👏

Pantalone is also the man ever. I still love both aspects of his speculated personality.

A) he's Somewhat El0n mu$k [sexy or not,, even I draw a hard line if his personality is exactly on par with the real ratman,, and by extension, Loverboy would too 👏]

B) rich,, but with grayish undertones of ☆Good causes☆ fueling him. Respectfully,, sir I can't pinpoint your ambitions when you said "to bridge the gap between gods and mortals" something something to stand on an equal plane? I forgor this lore part 💀

And yknow what,, you were kinda bang on with the reader's thoughts about his father. 😔

He rlly rlly did love his father. Albeit dad being stubborn abt Patriotism. Understood where he was coming from when the decision was told in the family,, that he's gonna continue working for the Fatui after landing a good position/ promotion. Like,, yeah, slightly understandable. A good job with good salary to comfortably support the family. But the resentment obviously festers In a tiny corner. Perhaps resurfaces and bubbles over at the funeral.

How dare you not love me enough to live another day and come back home,, type of Vibe. "What on earth can be more important than entertaining the risk of abandoning your life and me"

Also I'm gonna come so close to laughing at the irony. Lil bro's dad just dies and his new job is assigned under a strict dilf who is definitely daddy issue material. This is NOT a good look!!! 😭😂😭😭

And yeah,, actually omg id love to entertain another request circling the very beginings of pantalone and loverboy. Perhaps the first few spins of the microwave in question, where the harbinger gets to observe from the door and run his fingers along the control buttons.

Gonna cook up such a clean scene req for this,, for u to pick apart and slow bake in your writer's oven at your leisure ☆

Adding to your sidenote: I saw some unreliable leak on twt saying pants MIGHT not be liyuean?? 😭😭😭 worst day of my life fr. He's a liyuean in my heart where it matters 💔 I was thinking about something like with a 'Zh' or 'Yi' prefix in his name, that visually and aesthetically makes sense to me.

Idk how interesting this information would be to anyone else but in my notes all of my reader characters have names so I can keep track of which one the notes belong to. There's only one exception and it's Pantalone's husband— he's just Loverboy 😭

#➳❥ Rumoured rants

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marjansmarwani · 4 years ago

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we’re not broken, just bent

7.1k || ao3

When the school year started, Carlos Reyes had not been expecting to fall for the new English teacher. When he met TK Strand, Carlos had not expected to find the love he had always wanted so close at hand. Now that they have each other everything seems just a bit brighter, and a bit lighter. Navigating the twists of turns or life and teaching and relationships isn’t always easy, but if Carlos gets to keep TK Strand in his life, he will do anything to make it work - even if he doesn’t always get it right on the first try.

Or, Teacher AU, Part 2

Revisiting one of my favorite AUs for Day 6 of Carlos Reyes Week. Find the first part here.

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“You would think that by now you would know better than to have your phone out at my table, Carlos Alberto Reyes.”

Carlos looked, startled, from his phone to find his mother looking at him pointedly while his dad tried not to look too amused from his seat across from Carlos. He blinked, before realizing he must have been staring at his phone for longer than he had thought before hastily sliding it back into his pocket. “Sorry,” he offered sheepishly, “were you saying something?”

His father didn’t even bother to contain his laughter at that and his mother rolled her eyes, “I was, but now I’m more interested to know who this boy that has you glued to your phone is.”

“Who says it’s a boy?” Carlos said defensively, ignoring the feeling of heat climbing up his cheeks.

“Unless something significant has changed in the past 2 weeks I’d say it’s a pretty safe bet, mijo,” his mother deadpanned. “He must be something special to make you smile like that.”

“I wasn’t smiling.”

His mom looked unimpressed, but his dad snorted outright, “it’s a good thing you’re a good teacher kid, because you would make a lousy actor.”

“You know if you guys are just going to keep ganging up on me I might just stop coming over for Sunday lunches.”

“It’s not wise to make empty threats Carlos, we all know you can’t resist my cooking.”

“I wonder what it’s like to have nice parents.”

Both of his parents ignored his jab. His dad returned his attention to his lunch while his mother leaned closer, “you know I have to tease you, Carlos, it’s my job. But if this boy makes you as happy as those smiles seem to indicate, then I am happy for you. I’d also like to meet him,” she added almost as an afterthought.

“Mom.”

“It’s a mother’s prerogative, Carlos. You should bring him by for lunch one Sunday.”

His mother was looking at him earnestly, but Carlos turned his gaze instead to the food on his plate, “things are still pretty new,” he admitted, “I don’t want to move too fast. He’s still a little gun shy from some past experiences, I want to make sure we go at a pace that works for him.”

He could feel the gaze of both of his parents on him now, but he kept his focus on his plate. It was something that he had been reminding himself of every day. TK had opened up to him, had told him everything and all the ways his ex had hurt him. He had made huge strides and put so much of it behind him, but Carlos was still wary. He didn’t want to push too hard; he didn’t want to risk what they were starting by being too hasty. What they had right now was so good, and if being patient and a little cautious meant he got to keep it, Carlos was okay with that.

He knew his mother was studying him without even having to see her face. When he did look up and meet her eyes, she gave him a smile, “You have always had a big heart mijo, it’s one of the things that makes you so special. You’ve spent your life always looking out for others, so I just need to ask: is that what you want too? Is that what is going to make you happy?”

He holds his mother’s gaze, and can feel his father watching them both. They’re waiting for him to answer, giving him time to think about it, but he doesn’t need to: “Yes Mom, he makes me happy.”

She smiles wide and reaches out to place a hand on top of his, “Then I am sure we will love him, whenever we get to meet him.”

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“How was lunch with your parents?”

Carlos looked up from the coffee machine on TK’s counter to see his boyfriend watching him from the table. Carlos shrugged as the pot finished brewing, pouring the fresh coffee into two mugs, “Pretty much the usual, but with the addition of them giving me shit about being on my phone because someone was texting me.”

“I refuse to be guilted for wanting to talk to my boyfriend,” TK declared as he accepted the offered mug, “besides, if I had to suffer through Mateo’s niece's softball game, I wasn’t going to do it alone.”

“Good to know I could bring you some comfort in such trying times.”

TK rolled his eyes at him as he settled into the seat across from him and he grinned. He studied TK for a moment, taking in how at ease he looked. It was a far cry from the man he had met back in September, with walls a mile high and still living out of boxes because he was too scared to put down roots. Looking around his apartment now, you would never know.

The bookshelves were haphazardly arranged with books and mementos, and the walls were covered in pictures. Some included the backdrop of the Big Apple, but more and more were of his new life here in Austin. There were pictures of TK and his team on trivia nights and bowling outings. There was a picture from the faculty-student volleyball game, and more than a few of TK and Carlos. It was a physical reminder of how far they’d come; a visual representation of their journey together.

Not that Carlos had forgotten a single moment of it, but it was still nice to see it memorialized.

That reminded him of his mom’s question earlier, and his answer. He hadn’t needed to think about it and here was the proof: he was happy. It had only been a few months, but being with TK Strand was everything Carlos had always wanted, but had been becoming less and less sure he would ever get.

“They asked about you, actually,” he finally said, breaking the comfortable silence.

TK looked up abruptly, surprise written all over his face, “They did?”

Carlos nodded, “They, uh...they want you to come over for lunch with me some week.”

“Oh.”

The response was soft, but it set Carlos’s nerves on end. They were in such a good place, he didn’t want to ruin this. He should have never brought it up, “I told them it was too soon,” he said quickly, “that we were taking it slow.”

“Oh,” TK said again, voice still quiet, “okay.”

There was something in his expression Carlos couldn’t quite identify, but before he could dive deeper into it, TK changed the subject.

“Remind me again why we always seem to save all this for Sunday night?”

Carlos glanced down to his abandoned stack of papers waiting to be graded and back to find TK looking at him mournfully beside his own stack.

“Because we are responsible adults who understand time management?” he offered.

“Sounds right,” TK agreed, turning his focus back down to the paragraph he had been reading. Carlos finished the paper he had been on before he decided they needed fresh coffee and reached for the next one in the stack, only to frown as he read the first line: In the novel Things Fall Apart, the main character Okonkwo…

He doesn’t read the rest, because his classes don’t read Things Fall Apart. He holds it up to TK instead, “I think this is one of yours.”

TK scowled at the offending paper, “Do you want to grade it?”

“I do not.”

“And here I thought you liked me.”

Carlos gave him an unimpressed look and pushed the paper towards him. TK took the offered paper with a dramatic sigh, “I love teaching, I really do, but every time I let the grading pile up I question my life choices all over again.”

“I guess that is on us for deciding to teach English,” Carlos mused, “I hear other content areas don’t have to grade piles of writing each week.”

“So you’re saying we should switch content areas? Just show up tomorrow and tell Judd we’re teaching new stuff now?”

“Gym teacher always did sound kind of appealing,” Carlos admitted wistfully, “it would be a lot less grading.”

“Now that is an idea I can get behind,” TK said appreciatively, running a suggestive gaze over Carlos’s form, “does it come with those little shorts?”

Carlos gave his boyfriend an exasperated look before reaching over to grab a pen, which he threw at him, “Focus, Strand. Work now, play later.”

“Authoritative too - I’m liking gym teacher Carlos more and more.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Prepping for your SAT tutoring sessions?”

“Yes, actually. Which is why I really need to get this done, if you don’t mind.”

The words had far more bite than he had intended and he regretted them the moment they were out of his mouth. TK’s expression softened as he handed the pen Carlos had just tossed at him, “I’m sorry Carlos, I know you have a lot on your plate right now. I didn’t mean to distract you.”

“No,” Carlos countered, running a hand through his hair, “you’re fine, I’m sorry for snapping. I’m just a little tense, I think.”

“Can’t imagine why,” TK said lightly, “it’s not like you were asked to take over SAT prep for the entire 12th grade on top of everything you already do or anything.”

“Not the whole thing, just the English portion.”

“That’s enough Carlos. And you’re going to do great with it because you're an amazing teacher. And I’m going to help you, however I can - starting with shutting up and getting my work done so you can get some work done, I promise.”

TK gave him a smile and Carlos watched as he returned to his work, biting on his lip absentmindedly as he read, reaching down occasionally to write something in the margins. As he thought he gently tapped his pen against his mouth and when he went to stretch his shirt rode up ever so slightly, giving Carlos a peek at his toned chest. As all this was happening, Carlos made a decision.

“One more hour, then we put it away,” he announced.

TK glanced at him in surprise, “You sure? We still have a lot to do.”

“Nobody’s going to die if these assignments aren’t graded tonight,” Carlos reminded him. “Besides, I can think of many other things I would rather do on a Sunday night when I have you all to myself, Mr. Strand.”

TK confused expression melted and a coy grin took its place, “Oh, is that so Mr. Reyes?”

“I guess you’ll just have to wait an hour to find out.”

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“Remind me again what we’re doing?”

“We’re putting up a bulletin board of 9th graders who have been on the honor roll for the first two quarters.”

“Uh-huh. And why am I - someone who does not teach 9th graders - the one helping you?”

“Because Marwani and Chavez get too distracted during this kind of stuff and while your boyfriend would usually be my choice, he’s grading essays. And you know how he gets when he’s grading essays. Besides, don’t pretend like you’re hating the chance to get to see some more of my face, Reyes.”

Carlos rolled his eyes at Paul as he handed him the next stack of papers to be stapled to the bulletin board in the front entry of the school, “That is blatantly false, I object.”

“Then maybe it’s the fact that you’re too nice to tell me no.”

“I am not too nice to leave you stranded here with no help Strickland, don’t tempt me.”

“It always does my heart good to hear the dulcet tones of inter-grade level cooperation,” a new voice said wryly and Carlos twisted around to see Judd Ryder approaching. “Do y’all need a babysitter or can you play nice?”

“I think we can handle it,” Carlos assured him, “but if not I’ll let you know.”

“Please try not too, I have so much paperwork to catch up on.”

“Ah, the glamorous life of an administrator,” Paul noted as he stapled more student names up onto the board, “next you’re going to wow us with tales of your endless meetings.”

“You laugh now, but give it a few more years and you might just decide to give it a try yourself. I think you'd have a knack for it - both of you.”

“But if we took you up on that you’d be down two teachers,” Carlos pointed out, “better not risk it.”

“Besides,” Paul added as he climbed down from the chair he had been standing on, “I greatly prefer only having to deal with misbehaving teenagers. You can have all the problem-causing adults, thank you very much.”

“I’d try to argue, but you’re right. Sometimes I miss the days where the kids were the only ones I was responsible for. Since I’ve got you here though Reyes, I wanted to check in - how’s the SAT prep going?”

Carlos shrugged, “we’re having our first session tonight, but the signup sheet makes it look like there should be a good turn out.”

“Good. Thanks again for taking on the extra work, I know it can’t have been easy.”

Carlos shrugged again, “if it helps them then why not? It’s only a few sessions, not a big deal.”

Judd nodded and gave him a smile, “Still, I really appreciate it. I do actually have stuff to do so I’m going to head back to my office, try to behave yourselves out here.”

With a wave to them both he was gone, and Paul turned to Carlos with raised eyebrows, “It’s only a few sessions, not a big deal? Man, talk about brown-nosing: you have been a walking stress headache since you took that on.”

“Yeah, but that was all the prep work. Running the actual sessions should be fine.”

“Either you’re Superman or you’re lying to yourself.”

“How are things going in the 9th grade wing? I’ve been so busy I haven’t had a chance to stop by in a while.”

Paul’s look clearly stated how much subtlety Carlos lacked, but he answered regardless, “Pretty good. No major drama for the past few months, thank god. Just a lot of the typical teen drama.”

“Then I guess they don’t change all that much because that’s pretty much how the Seniors are, with the added bonus of college applications. How’s Seth doing?”

“Better. He’s been doing some one on ones with TK and I think they’ve really helped.”

“I think they’ve helped them both,” Carlos admitted, “I think being able to see his past as something to help someone else has been a good thing.”

Paul smiled sadly as he began to gather up the extra supplies, “I’m happy for him. I hated seeing him so ashamed about it, and no amount of saying it was fine ever seemed to get through to him.”

“Are you calling TK Strand stubborn Paul?”

“Perish the thought.”

Carlos laughed as he helped Paul gather the last of the supplies and they turned back towards the 9th grade wing and Paul’s classroom. They walked in silence for a bit before Paul spoke, “Are you sure you don’t need any help with these extra sessions? I don’t know how much help I would be with the actual content part as a science teacher, but if you just want another body in the room or something all you have to do is ask.”

Carlos shook his head and gave the other man a smile, “I’m good Paul, really. Besides, TK has already offered at least 6 times.”

“Still, if you need anything...”

“If I need any help with a bulletin board, I’ll know exactly who to call.”

Paul rolled his eyes but made no comment as they neared his classroom. As they walked by the door to TK’s neighboring room Carlos paused. TK was walking through the room, glancing at student’s papers as they worked. As Carlos watched he paused and crouched down next to a student desk, looking at something on their paper, listening as the student asked their question. He answered, but as he was getting back up he looked towards the door and gave Carlos a smile that warmed him from the inside out.

Carlos smiled back, hoping that even a fraction of the affection he felt for the other man showed in the simple gesture. He lingered for only a moment more before he stepped out of the doorway, hoping he had left before he was spotted by any of his boyfriend’s students. The last time they had caught him in the doorway they hadn’t stopped teasing TK for a week, which meant that Carlos had gotten to hear about it for a week.

Paul noticed his hasty retreat and snorted, “Scared of some 15-year-olds, Reyes?”

“Not willing to deal with my annoyed boyfriend if said 15-year-olds drive him nuts for a week.”

Paul shook his head as he unlocked his classroom door, holding it open so Carlos could follow him in. They dropped the supplies on a table in the back before Carlos glanced at his watch.

“And I have a class starting in 3 minutes. Guess this is goodbye then.”

“Yeah, but try not to be such a stranger. I know you may not like us all as much as your boyfriend, but we’re still here you know.”

“Who are you again?”

Paul rolled his eyes, “everyone’s a comedian,” he muttered.

Carlos grinned, but paused right before he stepped out the door, “we should try to do something as a group after school, soon,” he amended, and Paul smiled at him.

“Apology accepted Reyes. Now get lost before you’re late for class.”

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At the end of his first SAT prep session, Carlos gathered his bag and headed out of his room, locking the door behind him. It had gone better than he had expected because, despite all his insistence that it would be fine, he had been nervous. But it had gone well, really. Yes, the extra prep work wasn’t ideal and it did cut into his free time, but now that the first one was done he realized that he had actually enjoyed it. Which was certainly not a realization he thought he would be having today.

If he was being completely honest with himself, he had been hesitant from the moment Judd had approached him. He wasn’t a fan of the concept of the SATs as a whole to start with, but like them or not they were a part of the college admission process, as Judd had reminded him. More than that, there were scholarships that were dependent on SAT scores. They were a necessary evil their students who were applying to college needed to face, and while maybe some could afford private tutors, most couldn’t.

Looking at it from that perspective, of trying to give students a leg up in an unfair situation, had helped to justify the extra time spent to himself. Now after their first session, he realized that he should have done it regardless. This was nothing more than kids wanting to learn, and he could never say no to that.

He left his room but instead of heading towards the exit, he turned towards TK’s classroom instead. He had told him that they could meet up after he was done, but TK has been insistent that he would wait for Carlos, that he had more than enough work to keep him busy while Carlos was working. Objectively Carlos knew that was true, but the thought that TK had wanted to wait for him to continue their habit of leaving together each day even when his day was significantly longer than usual filled him with such affection he couldn’t even put it into words. If he had to though, he would say it felt a little bit like love.

But he quickly abandoned that thought process. They hadn’t said those words yet and Carlos didn’t want to push. Slow and steady was their pace, and Carlos was loath to do anything to jeopardize what they had.

When he turned the corner into TK’s hallway to find the lone light of his classroom shining into the dark corridor, he was surprised to hear voices coming from the room. He approached quietly, peeking his head into the room and surprised to find his boyfriend sitting at his desk alone.

TK looked up at the sound of his footsteps and smiled at him, holding up his phone so Carlos could see that it was on, and on speaker. There was an unfamiliar voice coming over the line and TK indicated for Carlos to wait a moment before he turned his attention back to the phone, “Dad, I’m going to have to go now, but I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Okay, kiddo. Love you.”

“Love you too, Dad.”

With that TK hung up the phone and beamed at Carlos, “Hey babe, how’d the session go?”

“It went really well, actually,” Carlos admitted as he entered the room.

“I told you it would, but I’m still proud of you.”

Carlos smiled even wider at that, “Thanks, TK.” He watched as TK got up from his desk and began to gather his papers and begin piling them into his bag. “How’s your dad?”

“He’s good,” TK said absently as he searched his desk for something. He made a triumphant noise as he found it, placed it in his bag and zipped it, hiking it up on his shoulder as he turned to face Carlos, “He’s coming to visit.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. He has a good amount of vacation time saved up and figured escaping a New York winter for a bit might not be such a bad idea.”

“Any idea when?”

“Three weeks from now.”

“Wow, that’s exciting,” Carlos said, but really all he felt was panic. He didn’t know how they were supposed to approach this. He wasn’t sure if TK was ready to cross the “meet the parents” bridge, and he didn’t know how to ask. He also wasn’t sure how to avoid it if he wasn’t.

His anxiety spiral was interrupted by TK crossing to him and taking his hand before leading the way to the door. “He can’t wait to meet you.”

“Oh,” Carlos said, unable to hide his surprise, “is that what you want?”

TK froze at the doorway, turning to face Carlos with a furrowed brow, “Of course it is. You’re one of the most important parts of my life, of course I want you to meet my dad. Why, do you not want to?”

“No!” Carlos said hastily, “No, I don’t mind. It’s just, with the whole taking things slow and everything I wasn’t sure…”

He trailed off and TK’s expression softened as he dropped Carlos's hand and instead reached up to cup his face, “Carlos Reyes, you are somebody I am proud to be with, and I cannot wait to show you off to my dad.”

The intensity of his expression took Carlos’s breath away and they stood like that for several long moments: TK’s hand on Carlos’s face as they stood alone in the evening silence of the empty high school.

All too soon TK lowered his hand and gave a lighter grin, “Besides, think of all the embarrassing secrets you’ll get to learn, if you want to come that is.”

Carlos reached out and took TK’s hand in his own and gave him a warm smile, “Well, how could I possibly turn down an offer like that?”

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“Are you sure it’s not too soon though?”

“Carlos,” Michelle said, exasperation evident in her tone, “it’s been 3 months.”

“Yeah, but-”

“But what, Carlos? It’s been 3 months, you guys are solid, his dad is coming across the country to visit him and he wants you to meet him. It’s not that complicated.”

He scowled at Michelle who turned her attention back to her salad, jabbing at the arugula with more force than strictly necessary, “You’re mean today.”

“I am not mean, you are insane. He likes you, Carlos! He wants you to meet his dad! It’s not weird so stop trying to make it seem like it is!”

Carlos groaned and ran a hand across his face, “It’s just that we agreed to go slow, because he wasn’t sure if he was ready for anything else and meeting the parents seems like it might be surpassing the ‘going slow’ plan. I already got around it with my parents and I wasn’t expecting it to come up on his end.”

“Your parents want to meet him?”

“Yeah, they mentioned it at lunch a few weeks ago.”

“Did you ask TK about it?”

“I mentioned it.”

The look Michelle gave him was withering, “I would throw something at you right now but I don’t think anything in my salad would make enough of an impact.”

“There’s no need for violence, Michelle.”

“There’s no need for someone as smart as you to make such idiotic decisions either, but here we are.”

Carlos gave her a baffled look and she rolled her eyes before setting down her fork to explain, “When you mentioned that your parents wanted to meet him, what did he say?”

“He didn’t. I mentioned it and he looked kind of like a deer in the headlights, so I told him that I had already told them it was too soon.”

Michelle stared at him for a moment before dropping her head into her hands with a groan. When she looked up again a few seconds later her voice was measured as she spoke, “Did you even ask him if he wants to meet your parents before you made up your mind?”

Carlos held her gaze for several long seconds before he admitted, “No.”

“Carlos Reyes, I love you, but sometimes you can be an idiot.”

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Carlos rang the bell and waited anxiously outside the door of TK’s apartment, twisting the paper bag in his hand nervously. TK had texted him that they had gotten back from the airport and that he had picked up stuff for dinner, so logically he knew everything should be pretty much normal. But there was also a huge addition that made everything seem so far from normal Carlos could barely wrap his head around it. That was probably his anxiety talking, but the fact remained.

The door swung open to reveal his boyfriend but rather an older man with a striking resemblance to his boyfriend. Their eyes met and after a moment of confusion Owen Strand - for that had to be who this was - stepped forward with a smile and an extended hand, “You must be Carlos.”

Carlos matched the man’s smile and took the offered hand, “Yes sir.”

TK’s father stepped aside to let him in and waved off his formalities, “Please, call me Owen.”

“Well then Owen, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise, Carlos. What do you have there?”

“Oh,” Carlos said, suddenly remembering the bag in his hands, “Biscuits from Olamaie - a local restaurant.”

“You didn’t have to bring anything,” Owen assured him, “but judging by the smell of those I think I’m glad you did.”

Carlos smiled at the older man, who stepped further into the apartment, clearing the entry hall for Carlos could enter as well. As he steps into the main room his eyes find the kitchen, where TK is pulling a stack of plates from the cupboard, “Hey Carlos, I’m just getting dinner together. Why don’t you and my dad get settled at the table.”

“Are you sure you don’t want any help?” he asked, partially because anytime TK stepped into the kitchen it was a cause for concern in his experience, and partially because Carlos dreaded the idea of having to make small talk with his boyfriend’s father.

TK paused long enough to roll his eyes, “it’s already cooked, all I have to do is warm it up and get it on plates. Pretty sure I can handle that.”

“Okay, but if you change your mind…”

“Go,” TK said with a laugh and Carlos grinned before heading to the table and joining Owen. He sat down and looked at the other man, who was clearly appraising him. “How was your flight?” he ventured, not sure what else to say.

“Good, it was good,” Owen said with a vague nod. Carlos nodded too and they lapsed into silence. He was searching his mind, trying to come up with something to say, wishing he had done a google search of “conversation starters with your boyfriend’s parent” before he came when Owen broke the silence.

“Listen, Carlos,” he said, glancing over at the kitchen where TK was still intently assembling dinner, “I know we just met, but I wanted to make sure I got a chance to say thank you.”

Carlos frowned, he had absolutely no idea where this was coming from, “Thank you for what?”

“For being there for TK, for helping him find himself again. He wasn’t in the best place when he came down here, but I can tell from our phone calls and now seeing him again that he is happier than I have seen him in far too long. And I know that a good part of that is because of you, so thank you.”

“I’m happy you think he’s happy with me,” Carlos countered, “but I didn’t do much. Everything he did, all the healing and growing, is because of what he did, not anyone else. I was just in the room when it happened.”

He wasn’t sure what reaction he expected from the older man, but a beaming smile was not one of them. “I really am so glad that you found each other,” he said, voice thick, “and I am so glad he has someone like you.” He paused and gestured to the pictures lining the walls, “having my only kid move across the country has been hard not only because I miss him, but also because I was worried about him. Coming here and seeing this, seeing you with him, makes me feel so much better. So thank you, really.”

Carlos doesn’t know what to say to that, but he is saved by the arrival of TK bearing a platter of food and a stack of plates. He jumps up to help him carry them to the table and sits down with him.

“What have you two been talking about?” TK asks as he serves food onto plates for everyone.

“Oh, just getting to know each other,” Owen responded breezily, “and I think I like this one TK.”

“That’s good dad,” TK quipped, meeting Carlos’s eyes, “because I like him too.”

Carlos smiled back at him and as the food was passed around, the conversation morphed. Soon enough it was Owen holding court, filling Carlos in on all of teen TK’s antics while TK grimaced from his seat.

“And then,” Owen was saying, already laughing, “he decided…”

“Okay!” TK interrupted, face going red, “I think that’s more than enough for one night. Pace yourself dad, you’ve still got a couple more nights here. Wouldn’t want to use up all your material.”

“Oh, don’t worry kid: I have no intention of leaving any stone unturned or any story untold.”

“Great,” TK deadpanned, “remind me again why I was excited for you to visit?”

Carlos chuckled and TK turned his attention to him, “And you are enjoying this far too much.”

“I would say I am enjoying it the appropriate amount, actually,” Carlos corrected.

TK narrowed his eyes at him but Carlos just laughed before glancing at his watch, “it’s really late, I should go and let you two get some sleep too.”

“See you tomorrow, Carlos?” Owen asked as Carlos rose from the table.

“Count on it,” Carlos assured him, “there are so many more stories I still need to hear.”

“I’ll walk you out, you traitor,” TK said with a roll of his eyes.

Carlos waited until they were at the door before he spoke, “I really like him.”

“You only like him because he provides you with premium blackmail material.”

“True,” Carlos mused, “but I also like him because he’s a lot like you. Besides, when you meet my parents it will be exactly the same, I assure you. I’m just enjoying this before the tables are turned.”

TK's gaze was piercing as he studied Carlos, “When I meet your parents?”

Carlos nodded, “When. As in, whenever you are ready. I realized I should have asked you if you wanted to before just assuming you didn’t. So the ball is in your court: if you want to, I’d be honored to bring you home to my parents.”

TK smiled and leaned in to kiss him. When he pulled away - far too soon for Carlos’s liking - he smiled, “I’d like that a lot, and I think we should. Maybe next week, after my dad leaves?”

Carlos nodded, “consider it a date, Tyler Kennedy.”

“Oh he did not tell you that!” he exclaimed, throwing a glare back to where his father was still sitting.

“I like it.”

“And you’re lucky I like you, not everyone can get away with using that and live.”

“Oh, so I’m special?”

He said it as a joke, but the way TK held his gaze nearly toppled him. There was so much more intensity in his eyes than Carlos had been expecting, “You’re very special to me, Carlos Reyes.”

They head each other’s gaze in the doorway to TK’s apartment in the late hours of the night and Carlos could practically feel all the things going unsaid between them. Now wasn’t the time to say them yet, but maybe, he thought, that time could be soon.

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Carlos checked the clock on the wall above his desk. 8:01, the exam had just started. He leaned back in his chair with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. He knew that there was no reason to be here, he knew there was nothing more he could do. He had spent 5 weeks preparing these kids though, and had offered to come in early on the Saturday of the exam for any last-minute questions and pep talks. There had been more than a few takers but now they were all in the gym, opening their test booklets and Carlos was left with nothing more to do but wait.

Logically he knew he could wait and worry just as well from home, but somehow being here made him feel a little better. He pulled a stack of papers from the turn in tray on his desk on the pretense of grading them while he waited, but he knew that he wouldn’t get anything done. He was just considering maybe attempting to organize something instead when there was a soft knock at his door. He looked up to see TK, standing in the doorway with a tray holding two paper cups, a bag, and a warm smile, “Hey you.”

“Hey yourself, what are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you,” he added hastily, “I just wasn’t expecting you.”

“Why, because it’s Saturday before 9 am and you're in your classroom?”

“More or less, yeah.”

TK grinned as he entered, setting down the bag to drag one of the chairs up to Carlos’s desk so he could join him.

“Usually you’d be right,” he admitted as he pulled two foil wrapped burritos out of the bag and handed one to Carlos, “but I knew you would be here, and I knew you’d spend the whole time worrying. So I figured you should at least have breakfast while you worried. And coffee,” he added pressing one of the cups into Carlos’s hand.

Carlos was too stunned to say anything, so he took a sip of the coffee. It was perfect, exactly the way he liked it. He set down the cup and studied TK, who was sipping his own coffee.

“You’re perfect, have I ever told you that?”

“Maybe, but a guy can never get too sick of hearing it.”

“So modest too.”

TK rolled his eyes but smiled as he settled into his seat at the corner of Carlos’s desk, unwrapping his burrito.

“Thanks for coming, I appreciate it. I could really use the company.”

TK nodded, “I figured as much. Besides, I kind of like spending time here, it makes me a little nostalgic.” At Carlos’s questioning look he explained, “this is where we had our first real conversation, and where I decided that you were someone I should risk getting to know, even though I was afraid of it ending up exactly where it did.”

“Oh, so you were scared of me?”

“Eh, I was,” TK said dismissively, “turns out you’re not that scary. And,” he added, voice going more sincere, “it turns out I wasn’t as broken as I thought. I just needed someone to help me see that.”

Carlos smiled at him, but soon enough his eyes were pulled back to the clock. It was 8:05 now.

“Okay, spill.”

“What?” Carlos asked, looking over at TK with a bewildered expression.

“Spill. I know you’re nervous, but maybe if you tell me why, I can help.”

Carlos took a deep breath and let his eyes wander to the clock one more time before turning his focus back to TK, “I know I’ve done everything I could think of, but this is still an important test. Most of the kids taking it today are taking it again in hopes of raising their scores so they can qualify for more scholarships. There’s so much riding on this; it could determine some of their futures. And, I just don’t know if I did enough - if I was enough.”

“Carlos…”

“There are so many other people in the department TK, I don’t know why they asked me. I’m not anything special, and this whole time I keep thinking that someone else could have done a better job. I’m worried that I let these kids down.”

“Carlos,” TK said again, more forcefully, “you are special. Don’t ever say you’re not again. You were asked because you are an amazing teacher. Don’t deny it,” he said when Carlos opened his mouth to interrupt, “because I’m right. I’ve seen you with your classes. They don’t only respect you, they trust you. They feel safe enough to ask you questions, to show that they don’t know something. And you have never responded to any question with anything less than understanding and compassion. You always find a way to help. That’s why they asked you - because you are the best at this. Sure, maybe someone else might be better with the technicalities, but no one can hold a candle to Carlos Reyes when it comes to helping students grow. It’s one of the things I love about you.”

Carlos could already feel emotions building within him at TK’s words and the sincerity with which he said them, but his last sentence froze him in his tracks. He was pretty sure his brain was short circuiting; it kept playing the last sentence on loop: It’s one of the things I love about you.

“Carlos?” TK asked, expression furrowing in concern, “are you okay?”

“Do you mean that?” Carlos asked instead.

The look he gave him in response was truly baffled, “mean what?”

“You said ‘it’s one of the things I love about you.’”

TK’s eyes widened for just a second, before he smiled, “Yes,” he said softly, “I do. I love you, Carlos Reyes, because of all of that and because of so many other things.”

Carlos blinked rapidly, trying to clear the tears that had tried to sneak out without his permission. This was everything he had ever wanted; TK was everything he had ever dreamed of. He had wanted this for so long, and he had felt the same way for TK for months now, even if he had been denying it. To hear that his boyfriend felt the same way meant more to him than he could ever possibly say.

So he settled on the next best thing, “I love you too, Tyler Kennedy, more than I have ever loved anyone. More than I thought I could ever love anyone.”

TK rolled his eyes, but it did nothing to detract from his beaming smile, “You just had to use the full name, didn’t you?”

“Unfortunately for you, I love it because it’s yours; and I happen to love everything about you.”

“You are a sap Carlos Reyes.”

“Yeah, but that’s one of the things you love about me, right?”

“Definitely,” TK agreed, before glancing at the clock. Carlos followed his gaze; it was 8:15 now.

“We still have 3 hours,” TK noted, “I think that might be time to get through some of the other things, if you’re interested.”

Carlos leaned forward to give him a quick but tender kiss. He took a moment to rest his forehead on TK’s, savoring the feel of the contact for another moment before he pulled back and grinned at him, “I’m interested in anything, as long as it’s with you.”

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The next afternoon Carlos pulled into the driveway of his childhood home. He put the car in park and turned to look at his passenger. TK was fiddling with the collar of his shirt and anxiously smoothing it for imaginary wrinkles. Carlos reached over and grabbed one of his hands.

“Hey,” he said, “stop worrying, you look perfect. They’re going to love you.”

“Are you sure?” TK asked and Carlos’s heart hurt to hear his voice so small and full of doubt, “I can’t imagine that too many parents would love the idea of their child dating an addict.”

“What matters is that you have overcome it,” Carlos said firmly, “and that I love you. That’s all they need to know, and it will be enough.”

They had said those words roughly a hundred times since TK had first let it slip in his classroom yesterday morning and each time Carlos could feel his heartbeat just a little bit faster. He loved TK Strand and he was loved by TK Strand. Nothing in the world had ever felt so good. Now he was going to take TK inside to meet his parents where he would undoubtedly learn all sorts of embarrassing stories and become that much further entrenched in Carlos’s life and in his heart. He couldn’t think of a better possible next step than that.

He leaned over to press a kiss to TK’s lips, smiling when he felt some of the tension melt from the other man. When he pulled away he met TK’s gorgeous eyes and squeezed the hand he was still holding.

“It’s going to be fine and I’m going to be right beside you, no matter what.”

“Promise?”

Carlos nodded with a smile, “Yeah, I promise. There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

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tobiosmilktea · 4 years ago

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Hello! I really love your writing and I just saw your requests are open yay 👏🏻 So my idea is that the reader (female or neutral, as you prefer it) is a third year who takes art lessons as an extracurricular subject or something and the teacher ask their students to draw posters of the sport teams, and the reader got the volleyball team. The thing is the reader knows the third years but they're not really close, so they talk just a bit. (Part 1)

paint the clouds — tendou satori

4.7k words | genre/s: fluff | warning/s: possible ooc on everyone tbh | pairing: tendou x f!reader

↪︎ in which you painted a muse who always wanted you too

a/n: definitely not my best work and im super sorry for that, but i hope you still enjoy it 👉🏻👈🏻

a warm spring breeze blew strands of your hair in front of your face, laying against your rosy cheeks as you watched the horizon. the bright yellow sun teased the sky with hues of pink and orange, bound to mix into the darkness of the sunset. school had ended a few hours ago and now you were sitting in your art club waiting for your teacher to dismiss you. she was in a middle of a spiel explaining your next art project, but your brain struggled to follow.

your hand ached from drawing for hours, your wrist tender from constant pressure, and now you could’ve sworn you were going to get carpal tunnel sooner or later. it was worth it, anyway, you were doing what you liked doing as you honestly felt being an artist was your only talent. it was merely the only thing you focused on besides your academics. dating was certainly out of the question.

instead, you watched the birds fly past the open classroom window as your teacher explained the assignment something along the lines doing sports teams posters.

“i will be walking around the classroom with a box filled with names of sports clubs,” the teacher starts, pulling you out of your train of thought as your attention was finally set on her. “you will pick a random piece of paper from the box and that will be the sports team you will be making a club poster for.”

whispers erupted in the room as others verbalized which team they wished to get.

“i hope i get the volleyball team, they’re literally iconic.” you heard one girl say.

another voice exclaimed, “drawing the equestrian team sounds super fun too!”

the murmurs continued to the buzz even after the majority of the class had already picked out their sports team from the box. you were the last one to choose as you opted to sit in the back of the class.

“and last but not least,” said your teacher as she serpentine through the desks towards your sitting figure.

your hand dug into the small cardboard box only to feel one last piece of paper. you wanted to scoff slightly, but you stopped yourself the moment you grabbed the last slip of paper and read the messy handwriting. it took you a good second to even understand what it said as it was complete chicken scratch (no offense to the teacher).

“(y/n), what did you get?” your friend who sat in front of you turned with a smile on her face.

"i got the volleyball club,” you answered, eyes widening when your friend gasped.

“that’s literally the best one to get! i’m so jealous,” she sighed as if she just inhaled a rose scented breeze.

perhaps you were lucky to get such a sought after sports team as your main focus for the assignment, but you couldn’t help but feel an overbearing weight suddenly falling upon your shoulders. shiratorizawa’s volleyball team was the epitome of the academy. they were the ones who brought a significant name to the school with only the smartest of intellects but one with the best athletes. depending on how well you created this poster could potentially make or break your reputation. it was a visual representation of the team, anything less than iconic would dig a deeper hole for you.

it certainly doesn’t help the fact that you actually had to talk to the volleyball team now that you were in charge of their school poster. you internally groaned. you barely interacted with the third years, let alone being completely enamored over a familiar red-head.

your after school activities had ended in the midst of your running train of thoughts as you absentmindedly gathered your things and walked out of the classroom. you gripped the handle of your bag as you strolled through the near-empty hallways of the academy, your mind in a complete spiral as you had already tried visualizing what the end product might look like.

it was common knowledge to everyone who had known about you was well aware how amazing you were at art. no matter what medium you were given, you were known to be the girl who had magical hands that could create even the most beautiful things out of ash and smoke. you had this some innate, almost magical ability to have others stop in their tracks just to admire your works.

perhaps that you were too caught up in your own thoughts and the hypnotic tapping rhythm of your loafers clicking against the school floors that you hadn’t even notice your arrival towards the gym.

even the loud shouts of volleyball players from the ongoing practice wasn’t enough to pull your gaze away from the ground and towards the flying volleyball hurdling towards you.

“(y/l/n), watch out!” you heard a familiar voice shout out, immediately pulling you out of your own jungle-like psyche and into the real world.

everything had happened so quickly, all you knew was a blur fly past you to retrieve the ball before it knocked out of conscious. semi eita quickly turned to you, his figure greatly towering over you as he gave you a reassuring smile. “are you okay, (y/l/n)?”

you gulped, nodding almost too quickly. “yeah, i’m okay.”

“good,” he mutters as his brows slightly furrow in confusion. there was a thin blanket of awkwardness hovering above both of your heads as you both stood there in silence for a good five seconds—five seconds too long that is. “so what brings you here?” he finally breaks it, scratching the back of his head in the mean time.

right, you had almost forgotten why you were here in the first place.

“it’s about the art club, we’re doing sports team posters and i was wondering if i could talk to the third years for ideas.” you asked gently.

semi’s eyes immediately widened, the already prevalent smile on his face only increased at the statement. “that’s cool! come with me, i’ll show you to them.” he quickly motioned you to come inside the gym, feeling the brisk air difference of the air conditioned gymnasium to the warm spring breeze outside.

a shiver flowed down your back. not from the sudden influx of cold air surrounding your body, but the fact that towering volleyball players and their ever-so-intimidating nature causing nervous habits to take over you. soekawa jin, the vice captain of the team quickly flickered a look towards you before tapping ushijima’s arm for his attention. turning to see what his teammate wanted, soekawa swiftly pointed at you and semi approaching.

“it’s a surprise seeing you here, (y/l/n).” ushijima greets you in his deep, guttural voice. it caused you to gulp nervously, struggling to even put on the tiniest of smiles as you meekly muttered a ‘hi’ to the rest of the third years. however, it seemed as if the one you were most familiar with was not in sight. it did seem a tad bit quiet in the gym now that the practice game was on a time out.

“um,” one of the wing spikers approached you, ohira reon was it? “sorry for almost hitting you, by the way.”

you swiftly shook your head, “no, it’s okay. i was the one who wasn’t playing attention, so that’s on me.”

“so, you’re here for the poster?” ushijima cut into it like a sharp knife, bold and straight to the point.

“yeah, um, i just stopped by to ask if you guys had anything ideal you want to see on your club poster.” your voice was softer than you hoped it would be when you spoke.

eyebrows furrowing, ushijima glances among his teammates as provocation for an option saturated his hums of curiosity.

semi then clears his throat, “we’re not really sure if we have any input for you, (y/n). besides, i think your poster will be amazing nevertheless.”

“that’s still a lot of pressure,” you mutter, “considering i would be mauled to death if this poster isn’t amazing.” sarcasm drenched your words like saccharine, hoping that the tall athletes would at least get your banter and share a laugh with you.

but they didn’t. instead, they stared with wide eyes at you in a mere worrying glance. perhaps the joke didn’t exactly translate well.

god, this is so awkward.

however, it wasn’t like you were exactly lying. as the face of shiratorizawa academy, you were aware that they needed to look good and if it were any less than that, you might never see the light of day ever again. not to mention you always liked adding twists to your artwork, which was technically the only reason why you were so infamously known to have such amazing works. but in the past half hour, you’ve came to the conclusion that it possibly isn’t the best option in this case.

“i’m kidding, by the way,” you let out a light huff.

“well, if it helps you in any way, you could always focus on ushijima as he is our ace.” soekawa cuts in, patting the captain’s back the moment he braided his arms over each other.

any form of leftover conversation (or lack thereof) was sliced—cut off from the sudden opening of the gymnasium doors and the (quite obnoxiously) loud middle blocker. tendou satori entered the giant gym with a bright beaming face of glimmering lights and cherries. tendou was perhaps one of the first people to talk to you the moment you entered this academy, eyes glazed in a honey-like optimism with every bright ‘hello.’ you always tended to be the quiet and secluded one in your classes with him despite being known to be infamously sardonic, you seemed to be the only one to which his overly comic ways of banter didn’t annoy you like it did with others. he, himself, was a sunray, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to expose that thought as your eyes fall onto the approaching boy.

out of all the third year volleyball players, you and tendou had talked the most, yet considering you two as more than just mere acquaintances was a bit of a reach.

“yo!” the redhead’s loud voice thundered throughout the gym and you could already feel it echo within your heart.

“you’re back,” mused ohira with his hands on his hips. “are you okay?”

“yeah,” tendou says, fixing the loosened athlete’s tape over his fingers. “but the school nurse was already gone by the time i got there, so i had to fix myself up—oh hey, (y/n)!” he had cut himself off the moment his eyes fell upon yours.

your breath had hitched the moment he greeted you. it was as if your heart had immediately jumped into your throat and prevented you from even muttering a word as you can already feel your palms getting clammy. “hey,” you mutter almost in a whisper.

“so what are you doing here?” questioned tendou as his eyes suddenly widen the moment the words came out of his mouth, “uh-that sounded really rude, um—i actually meant that in the nicest way possible, by the way.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at his sudden burst of scattered thoughts, noticing a faint flush of pink upon his cheeks.

“she’s here for the club poster,” ushijima answers in your place as you seemed to not answer even after a beat had passed.

“oh nice! i’m sure it’ll look really cool!” the middle blocker grinned at you to which a sudden wave of monarch butterflies attacked your gut. you could even feel the heat coursing through your cheeks and all the way to the tips of your ears until they were as red as tendou’s hair.

“hopefully,” you modestly commented, eyes then falling upon tendou’s wrapped wrist and couldn’t help but be filled with curiosity. “what happened to you?”

the middle blocker shook his head dismissively. “i tried blocking one of ushijima’s spikes again, but as you know, it is a bit impossible and i ended up hurting myself. it’s no biggie, though.” he shrugs.

“t-that’s amazing.” you breathed out before you could catch yourself. and you swore, you saw the light pink hues of blush upon tendou’s face had darkened.

how cool, you thought with the stars in your eyes. the thought was a bit controversial, but you couldn’t but find tendou satori cooler than ushijima at that very moment. the fact that he knew very well how difficult and painful it was to block his spikes, tendou still attempted it to the point at the cusp of being injured. you began fiddling with your fingers for far too long as you’ve come to realize how long you were standing there for no more reason. you mentally face palmed as you cleared your throat, “anyway, if you guys do have any preferred ideas let me know before friday.”

before the boys could even say a proper goodbye, your legs were already carrying you towards the exits of the gymnasium as if it was running on autopilot. she did hear their shouts of good lucks from across the room as your long strides pushed you to quickly leave.

why was i so awkward for?

in retrospect, perhaps you were more nervous than you thought. it had been an entire week since you had received the assignment to create a club poster for the volleyball team and there hadn’t been a night filled with peaceful sleep. instead, they were brimming with 2am moments of inspired antics. working on the large poster filled you with nothing but utter confidence even after it was finished, but now that you were actually at school with the rolled up poster of the incredible volleyball team, you couldn’t help but feel waves of reluctance and insecurity.

it was always like this with you. where everything was fine and your confidence within your works were expected, but the moment you did have to present such things, you couldn’t help but think of what you should’ve done differently. you assumed that you could’ve improved your mixed media skills by a little bit as there wasn’t much you could’ve done either way in that murky little head of yours that obviously lacked sleep.

the hallways of shiratorizawa were still pretty empty as it was still quite early in the morning. most of the students were outside anyway, so you quickly took this chance to unroll the large poster. taking some push-pins from the side pocket of your school bag, you hung the poster up in it’s place.

you breathed out one last sigh of ichor before picking up your bag and walking away from the masterpiece.

throughout the entire day, you had come across dozens of stares of others as you walked through the hallways, bringing your endless sea of nerves to heighten until you were dragged upon its tides. there were whispers everywhere. they were probably talking about your poster for the volleyball club and immediately you felt drowned in sorrow.

within a snap, had already thought of the worse possible outcomes that others were talking about how terrible of a job you did. perhaps that leap of faith, that tiny step out of the box when creating your poster was too much of a risk that you ended up falling to your own demise.

“(y/n)!” a voice called from behind you.

turning over your shoulder, you saw a familiar redhead making his way towards you in a bright amble. you immediately felt your heart drop as you whip your head back around and started to walk away.

shit, shit shit. you thought, tendou was definitely not the first person you wanted to talk to you when the possibilities of what he had to say to you was tangling in your psyche. as if they were tangled vines yearning to be untangled for his closure and yet, you refused.

your shoes clicked rapidly against the floors of the school when suddenly your wrist was pulled back, turning towards his familiar tall figure.

your direct gaze was on his chest, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look up upon his eyes. you couldn’t, at least. as if you were, your face would resemble something similar to a tomato.

“listen, tendou.” you muttered, still not attempting to meet his gaze. “i’m kind of late for class, but if you want talk later then we can—”

“no, i want to talk now,” he stated seriously, almost too seriously as it caused you to look up to him in surprise.

your mouth gaped to say something, yet nothing seemed to come out.

“i just wanted to say thanks for the poster.” tendou says as his breath almost hitched from the mere sight of you. he could recall the rushing feeling of blood coursing towards his cheeks and ears the moment he stepped upon school grounds and saw your poster. there his painted figure was, stood more prominently than the rest of his team. it was as if he needed the taste of sweet-tongued cough syrup just to ease his aching cheeks from smiling so hard.

the feeling was amazing. that from the smallest little action of you focusing on him rather than what he thought was going to be ushijima (like always) it was you who chose him. the loud middle blocker over the incredible ace of shiratorizawa. he knew validation wasn’t everything, and yet, his immense feeling of being at the top of the world certainly didn't help the fact that he had always been in love with you. you and tendou had the same class each and every year, that each first day of school, he would always sit giddily at his desk just so he could watch your angelic figure walk in.

in spite of it all, from his loud and upfront nature, he could never bring himself to even talk to you everyday besides an occasional ‘good morning’ whenever you would walk in. perhaps seeing this poster of himself was a little push into the deep end—to finally grow the guts to spill his unspoken epiphanies of built up feelings for once.

“usually, it’s ushijima who’s the face of the shiratorizawa team, but it’s nice seeing a change.” continued the middle blocker on the cusp of rambling, “i really didn’t expect you to focus it on me though, so that was a surprise... which by the way,” he hesitates as if he was do embarrassed to even ask. “why did you choose me?”

you pursed your lips the moment your breath was snatched from your lungs. “um,” you sighed, your mind speedily trying to come up with a plausible answer—something other than perhaps inevitably revealing you feelings for him, “i just think you’re really cool.” was all you could come up with and quite honestly, you wanted to face palm yourself for how stupid it probably sounded.

but to tendou, it was an absolute godsend. his heart thumped rapidly against his rib cage as his cheeks reddened into crimson wine. he didn’t know what else to say afterwards as that was his final push. it was then the idea popped inside his mind. a cheeky smile melted upon his lips as he patted your head gently.

“you’re an amazing artist, (y/n).” he complimented, amused by the fact he was the one who caused your reddening face before turning his heel and waving, “see you tomorrow!”

“u-uh, see you?” you stammered over his sudden departure, briefly waving before hold your hand to your chest. you felt as if your heart was to inevitably combust at the sudden overflow of ardor and vehemence of tendou satori’s actions.

a sigh left your peachy lips, why am i feeling like this?

tendou could’ve sworn he had enough time to make it back to practice before stirring up any suspicions from his team, but the unfortunate tides have come across and drenched him in ill-fate—all gross and sticky.

ever since seeing your poster of him the day before, the thought of you had been on the middle blocker’s mind enough that even ushijima noticed his change in demeanor.

“what’s up with him?” the captain asked semi as they watched the redhead stumble into the gym.

“i think it’s about (y/l/n),” he answers in a hushed voice in case the disorganized tendou somehow heard. “he’s been in love with her since first year and seeing the poster of him is finally forcing him to make a move.”

ushijima refrained from chuckling, “so all it took was a poster with him as the center instead of me?”

“yeah, pretty much.” says semi.

tendou had been non-stop running back and forth between his classroom, the gym, and the art room after that burst of serendipitous ideas clouded his brain until it was all he could focus on. he had already missed the beginning of practice just so he could do something special for you for when he does muster up the courage to confess.

it was something along the lines of returning the favor of what you did to him, but he was well aware of the fact that he was a volleyball player for a reason and not an artist. honestly, most of the work was done with the help of you friend from the art club to which she basically did the drawing and tendou just colored it in. however he liked to think that it was the thought that counted, either way.

“sorry i’m late,” the missing middle blocker finally appeared. he was trying to catch his breathe as he rested his arms upon his bent knees. perhaps he quite disliked how gigantic the shiratorizawa campus was when it came to this. “i had to take care of something.”

ushijima gave semi an amused look before hardening his gaze on tendou, he tried not to laugh as he cleared his throat to hide that fact. “what’s more important than volleyball practice?” perhaps in the ace’s rarity, he was in the mood to tease the guy. “a girl?”

and immediately, the look on tendou’s face—of complete and utter fear that his captain would potentially punish him with extra conditioning was going to be the death of him—was instead replaced with chuckles him ushijima and semi.

“i’ll leave you off the hook as this was your first time missing a practice, not to mention you missed it for a girl you’ve liked for three years now.” said ushijima surprisingly out of character, than even he found himself shocked by saying it. “but if you miss another practice for (y/l/n), you’ll have extra conditioning everyday before and after school.”

tendou nods rapidly, “yessir!”

the rest of the day was filled with the sound of firm volleyballs being hit and slapped across the gym before falling to the floors with a coupled thud.

and despite trying his very hardest to focus his mind upon the practice game, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander to you in your bright enormity. his mind was on you, and yet he was playing the game harder than ever with each and every block he endured. perhaps it was the nerves, the aching adrenaline that flowed through his veins at the mere thought of confessing to you by the time practice ended fueled his fire.

even if this was just a practice game against his own teammates, he was going to win for you and leave the gym with a confident aura enough to give him the guts to walk up to you.

the thing is, the game had already ended before he knew it. his side of the court had won and reached 25 points before he could even blink with the fact that he was in a ready stance even after the whistle had been blown.

“tendou,” ushijima called out to the redhead. “good luck.”

with that, the middle blocker’s head had cleared as he gave a smile to the setter. he walked over his bag, snatching it up and over his shoulder as he grabbed the rolled up poster within his clammy hands.

god, i’m was nervous. he thought to himself as he walked out of that gym.

the loud, boisterous guffaws from the rest of his teammates faded and echoed into oblivion as he walked the opposite way from everyone else. as the rest were going home, it was him who was on his was to your classroom. he had heard from your friend that you had cleaning duties today after school and it was the perfect time to just swallow his pride and just say.

but his actions were definitely faster than his thoughts as he had impulsively slammed the classroom door open without thinking.

you had thrown a shocked glance at the redhead at the sudden harsh action as he had thrown an embarrassed smile at you. chuckling at that adorable look on his face, you quickly set you mop aside. “tendou? what are you doing here? is your practice over already?”

the redhead nods, “yeah, just a couple minutes ago—um, i-uh just wanted to uh—”

he sighed frustratingly. this was the first time that the tendou satori—the third year infamously known for his innate way of speaking to others in such bright confidence for once, had his tongue tied. the reason why was obvious. it was because of you and your beaming eyes and that godforsaken smile of yours that made him go utterly crazy.

he was still trying to find the right words to say when your gaze fell upon the rolled up poster within his shaking hands. “what’s this?” you asked innocently as your hand reached for the poster and took it out of his hands without much force.

“w-wait! that’s—!”

you unrolled the poster, honey glazed your irises as your mouth gaped slightly.

it was you. a painting of you sitting under one of the large trees on one of the campus’s courtyards, sketching who knows what along with tendou’s large handwriting sprayed at the top:

WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME, (Y/N)?

you breath was snatched out of your throat as you flickered your widened eyes up to him. red and pink hues adored tendou’s cheeks and ears, scratching the back of his head as his chestnut eyes refused to meet yours. if he were to look at you then and there, he would immediately melt into a puddle of blossoming cherries.

“did you make this for me?” you asked gently, still absolutely moonstruck at the poster. it was a simple painting that was definitely not drawn entirely by tendou as you could tell your friend had something to do with it, but you couldn’t help but be absolutely astonished that he even went out his way for this. “i love it,” you whispered, capturing tendou’s attention.

“y-you do?” the redhead huffs in disbelief.

tendou was closer to you, more than you were comfortable with, but you didn’t fight it off. you didn’t bother giving a little space between you two. “i was serious when i always thought you were cool. you were the only one out of that group of popular kids to talk to me and was actually nice about it.” you suddenly professed. your consciousness mentally slapped you over and over again from the embarrassment of saying such a thing. and yet, the signal in her mind didn’t releasse itself until the moment you felt your eyes fall upon tendou’s chamomile lips. and to your peachy ones, did tendou even dare to think of the impossible, of the serenity that filled them under your blushing cheeks,

“i really like you, (y/n)... and i have for a while now.” he muttered.

you bit your lip at the sudden downpour of feelings that you didn’t even notice yourself clutching and perhaps accidentally crumpling the poster he made. “me too,” you said in a mere whisper, your gaze flickering back down to the floor. “and to answer your question... yes, i will go out with you, tendou.”

the redhead felt his breath hitch in his throat, pausing with his eyes almost wide and doe-like when he looked at you underneath the last rays of the setting sun. he let’s out a bright chuckle, “cool.” he attempted to act casually only to break the moment he found your embrace.

you gently laughed as it muffled within his chest, “cool.” you repeated.

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