#im not stalling from organizing im not stalling from organizing im Not-

[rambunctioustoons]

how we doing out here tonight gamers !!! ✨

[charlesf1leclerc]

Summary- one day your whole world turns upside down and where will your lives go from here 

Warnings: childbirth, teen pregnancy 

A/N- this is inspired by the stab series bump. Not exactly the same but wanted to give a nod to my inspiration. Also I’m so inspired right now ahh!

Today started as a regular school day, I woke up , placed my uniform on , packed my lunch and left. Another day , final year, then I'm free , no more highschool. I worked hard, I got good grades , I had a small group of friends , my life is organized , put together and I know where I'm going. 

I walked down the sidewalk, down my usual route. Today we had an oral presentation. 25% of our final grade , I knew my points were thought out , I was prepared , I got this, I had no nerves. A cramping sensation fills my stomach again. This had been happening since I woke up sporadically, it would come and go for a few seconds but now they were getting further apart and more painful. I warped my hands around my lower body, the pain went away and I kept walking. Upon entering the gates , my ears were filled with the noise of highschool students like every morning. Girls gossiping, boys …. Being boys. The pain had gotten slightly worse on my way over , but again came and went. 

An arm wrapped around my shoulder. 

“ Morning girl” Madison enthused

“ Morning” 

“ Stop being so uptight you are going to smash this “ She nudged me 

“ I’m not , I just don’t feel well ok “ I shrugged back 

“ don’t tell me your nervous “ Mad’s smirked

“ no of course not” I shot back 

Maybe it was nerves, but I never get nervous , something was up. 

As I walked further to my locker the pain came back, it was like hell. I felt like I was going to die. This was not normal. The pain hit me so hard, I began to feel dizzy and then something built up in my throat. 

My locker door slammed closed and I ran to the nearest bathroom leaving Maddie and my locker very confused. 

Upon reaching the girls bathroom I ran into the nearest stall and slammed the door closed, kneeling down by the bowl and pouring out the vomit that rose from my throat. Something was wrong. The pain was intense, the vomit. This was not nerves.  

“ Y/N!” Madison yelled, hearing her footsteps come into the bathroom. 

I didn't reply. Vomiting again

“ I’m really worried, are you ok? “ 

I couldn’t reply so I left her un answered

“ I’m going to get someone!” 

That was best , I ‘m scared , this feels like death , something was not ok. 

Within moments a teacher had also entered the bathroom. Crawling under the bathroom stall door to get to me and seeing my state. 

Paramedics were called and before I knew it I was whisked away into the back of a ambulance, displayed to the whole school, I would be embarrassed later but right now I couldn’t take on anymore. 

Sweat dripped from my forehead and the pain was unbearable as we drove down the road. 

The paramedics tended to me , feeling my stomach, attached to wires. 

“ Ok y/n your baby is coming now im going to need you to push” He spoke 

Baby? Baby! BABY!

I was not pregnant. This was a mistake, people know when they are pregnant , I did and don’t know that I am pregnant , well was in a few moments time if a baby comes out. 

“ No I'm , I'm not having a baby!” 

“ I assure you , you are.. Did you not know?” he inquired 

“NO!” 

Did this seem like a person who knew they were having a baby, I don’t even look pregnant how can  a baby fit in there. 

“ you’re going to have to push anyway don’t focus on anything else” 

The pain was unbearable. He cut at the bottom of my skirt , to allow access and I pushed. I didn’t think I just did. 

Hours later 

“ A baby” my mum spoke from beside my bed in the hospital looking at the tiny creature next to me. “ Why didn’t you tell me y/n/n”

“ I didn’t know” I spoke emotionless

She sighed and looked away towards the door as the nurse walked in. 

‘ Everything looks good on both of your charts” she spoke chipley. “ Y/n there is some counseling we recommend to women who had a cryptic pregnancy, and to people of your age” 

I rolled my eyes and my mum took the paper. 

“ Thank you” my mum spoke up and the nurse left the room 

“ I don't want it” I looked to my mum

“ counseling would be good sweetie” 

“ No i don’t want the baby” 

My mum sighed “ Babies can be wonderful she may teach you some things, and shouldn’t this be a conversation we have with the father and his family first” 

“ I can’t raise a baby, I won’t “ 

And i didnt even want to start on the father talk I couldn’t think about that 

“ Who is the father? “ my mum asked

“ I don’t know” i bluntly replied

She wasn’t convinced but let me be for now. 

It later came that adoption can not happen until 30 days after the birth as the mother is not in a state to decide properly. 

“ 30 days , we have to take her home for 30 days!” I squeaked

“You can last sweetie get time to bond to see if this is what you really want” She smiled looking at the baby again, easy for her to say. I’m 17 and I can't raise a baby. 

How did I get here….

Dad Pov

It was just another day at school. My life was boring, karting, school back home with my siblings, dad and stepmom and repeat. At school I had it all but in life I had nothing. I wasn’t sure about where I was going to go after school, I didn’t even really want to continue school. 

It was currently later in the afternoon. I was sitting on the bench at lunch time as I waited for the others to join me. 

Lost in my thoughts. Leo came over and slammed himself down on the top of the table next to me snapping me out of my head.

“Sup,dude” we fist bumped my head still remaining straight ahead.

“You hear about that y/n girl?” He asked looking at me.

Y/n the one person I was not into talking about today. I had seen her being taken away in an ambulance today but had not yet heard what really went down.

“ yeah , crazy “ I mumbled 

“ yeah apparently she had a baby” 

What everything faded had I just heard him right

“ what?” I snapped to look at him

“ yeah  she hid it pretty well , she didn’t even know apparently” he nodded placing his food in his mouth.

She didn’t even look pregnant, how could she not of known. 

“ Wonder who the father is? You think it’s someone from here?” He intriguingly asked

I was just as curious, my hands began to sweat, surely one night could not have caused all this. It can’t be me!

A/N- ahhhh stay tuned and also vote on who you want the father to be 😉

[dkiove]

TAKE MY HAND, lee seokmin.

plot: while the whole town is in chaos, seokmin is determined to protect you.

genre: angst, political uprising set in the 1980s

warnings: mention of we4p0ns, bl00d, m4ssacr3.

note: lowercase intended!

"have you seen the news?"

you walk to the living room, a towel dangling on your arm. seokmin, your husband, is eating his breakfast— "im looking at it right now". his eyes stays glued to the television, feeding himself another spoonful of rice. you go behind him, hovering the towel on top of his drenched hair— shaking gently yet efficiently.

"a small group of radical elements instigated disorder in jeonju city yesterday", the newscaster reports in her usual voice. you stop for a moment, focusing on the news. your hand grips lightly on seokmin's exposed shoulder.

"martial law troops have been deployed to restore peace and ensure the safety of civilians. citizens are urged to remain indoors and comply with curfews.”, your palm meets your lips, masking the gasp you let out. seokmin notices your demeanor and reaches over to your arm, rubbing on it softly.

"what has been going on lately", you say, fear in your tone. you throw the towel on the small table close to you, taking a seat beside him. seokmin sets down his utensils and turns to you— "im sure we will be okay if we follow their instructions", his lips curled into a reassuring smile.

"im not comfortable with you working in these conditions; you get home really late and something might happen", you murmur, airing your concern. seokmin holds your hand, rubbing his thumb soothingly on your skin.

"i will be fine— i promise you that", his lips land a soft kiss on your knuckles.

"i will not let anything bad happen to me— on behalf of you"

---

"how much is this?"

a woman. an old woman, in her late 70's, holding a crane to support her frailing body points to the lonely fish resting atop the container. seokmin looks over, "its 500 won, but since you're my last customer— i'll give it you for 400", he smiles warmly.

delighted and blessed, the lady fishes through her purse and hands seokmin a bill who in return gives her a plastic bag. "thank you, young man", she says before walking away.

"take care!", seokmin sends her off, concluding his day.

it was now 8PM.

today was full of distraught. not only was it empty— the current situation sent the other vendors and their business to the edge. the townsfolk has been rallying and protesting outside the mayor's building for hours on end; seokmin could hear their cries and screams from miles away.

but luckily for him, fate was on his side.

no matter the time or weather— he always managed to sell out his produce. it might not be much but its enough to last you and him a few days.

"today is really that day", soonyoung, a friend and co-vendor of seokmin walks to his stall.

he was a vegetable vendor. his produce is grown organic from his family's farm. before the movement, he would be abudant— but due to the recent situation, he found it difficult to sell the vegetables he fought hard to harvest.

"i guess you could say that, its been rough", seokmin replies, folding the fish nets and placing them in big plastic bags. "rough? you sold out your fishes. my vegetables are basically rotting over there", soonyoung says, earning a chuckle from seokmin.

"what is going on really", he continues. seokmin walks to his friend, the night accompanying both of them. the market had already closed its light earlier— the vendors have lost their hope. some were quick to close their stalls to join the protest while others just gave up.

"i know— my wife is worried", seokmin says— "how are the kids?".

"one of them is sick while the other one is in school", the older man replies, his hands deep in his pockets as he swayed in his own pace from time to time. "i have to go back to gwangju tomorrow, to take care of them", he adds.

"gwangju? what about your stall?", seokmin asks, eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. "its not like im missing out anyways— while our town is fucked, a single soul wont pay a dime for my crops", soonyoung kicks a rock.

its a harsh reality really. in fight for righteousness, the lives of others are burdened. they have to continuously scavenge through life with a stick— while some poke their metals and their guns carelessly at their faces.

"ill get going— see you when i see you", soonyoung says, playfully hitting seokmin's shoulder with his own.

he doesnt say a word; he just watched his friend go inside his truck and drive away to the unknown.

"time to go home"

---

some roads were blocked, some were barricaded, while some were cornered by army men and their long rifles.

seokmin was intimidated; scared, confused, and unsure.

it has been half an hour, stuck in his truck as he tries to find a way home. "poor girl must be waiting for me", he says to himself, thinking about you— probably worried sick.

at last, for what felt like eternity, seokmin has found a way leading to your shared home.

during his trip, he saw people walking in the same direction— presumably to the protest. they had megaphones, tarpaulins, cardboards, messages displayed on every crevice they could find— it was a disaster.

but most importantly, he saw a lady selling sweet potato on the side of the road. parking his vehicle close, he jogged to the seller's stand and bought three. seokmin knows how much you love sweet potato— and to his nature, he'll buy it every chance he gets.

he pulls out his wallet, grabbing bits of his money. "here you go a-", before he could finish, a loud errupting bang shakes the ground. seokmin collapses to the ground, hand covering his ears from the defeaning noise.

he looks forward, smoke and fire etched at the center of the city— the mayor's office, he concluded.

people were running, gunshots were fired, there were screaming, crying, footsteps, and sounds of debris falling on the ground.

wide eyed, seokmin stood up completely. crouching down once in a while as pieces of concrete and other material showered upon him. he turned to see the lady in the same position as him, "miss are you okay? are you hurt?", he asks. the lady replied shakes her head, lips pressed in fear.

"EVERYBODY RUN! THEY'RE GONNA KILL US!", a man in his mid-30's, his shirt tattered as blood trickled down his forehead screams on top of his lungs— pointing behind him where soldiers rush.

seokmin's hand trembles,

"i have to go home to my wife"

---

it didnt take him a whole minute to process. he was out of there in an instant. he wasnt sure if someone had followed him and his truck— but one thing is certain, he was gonna get you.

the neighborhood was quiet when he arrived, but the smoke had gotten closer. seokmin rushes out of the vehicle and runs to the front door of your shared home, "[yn]!", he calls out.

he didnt get the chance to touch the door knob as the front door swung a few moments later— there you stood, fear in your eyes as you face him. "seokmin!", you cried, taking him in for a hug— tight and secure.

you took heavy breaths, hands running all up his body in search for injuries. "are you okay?", you ask, breaking the hug. "im fine—we have to get out of here", he says, his hands pressed gently on both sides of your face— planting a comforting kiss on your forehead.

"what happened?", you ask, but he didnt answer.

instead, he leaves you by the front door as he barged inside— hands scowering through the drawers in search for things you could bring. "seokmin, what are you doing?", you stammered.

"we have to get out of here", seokmin said, emerging from the bedroom holding a suitcase. it was for the trip both of you had packed for jeju— but now seokmin has to use it for this moment.

he rushed, grabbing her arm and leading her back to the truck. seokmin throws the luggage at the back, securing it with a rope. "get in the truck," he spat, eyes still focused on keeping their baggage safe.

you stand there shaken, hands engulfing yourself in a hug. watching your husband be in this kind of state scares you— its like everything he had promised goes the opposite way.

seokmin doesnt see you moving with urgency, his gazing eyes darts to you—"what are you still doing there", he asks in disbelief. "seokmin im scared", you confess, a lump forming on your throat as tears swell in your eyes.

"we have to go now, get in the truck", he pleaded— gripping your arm, face inching closer to you. at this point you could see it clearly, there were cuts on his face, tiny shards and fresh blood everywhere.

"what if they kill us, find us as we try to escape", flow of hot streams leave your eyes, fearing for the worse. it wasnt merely overthinking— it was a call for reality.

if people were killed despite their peaceful manner like what the radio had said— what would they do to people that are actively trying to escape.

you breakdown. seokmin comes to his senses seeing you come undone like this. he breaths slowly, pulling you to his embrace as his hand moves slowly to the top of your head.

"im sorry, im sorry", he whispered in between breaths. "i wont let anything bad happen to you, im sorry", you continued to cry.

"listen, we'll go to gwangju— we'll find soonyoung and stay there until the coast is clear okay?", his voice slowed down. from what was frantic now turned soft and comforting. you nod at his words watching him pull away from you and open the front door of the truck.

"come, take my hand", he said softly, holding his palm out to you—despite the haze, smoke and fear. "i got you", like a calm through the storm, holding out to you like a lifeline; like his life depended on it.

"i always got you"

---

soonyoung coughs, stirring a cup of warm wilk for his daughter laying on the hospital bed. after the recent chaos in jeonju, he was lucky he had left the same night. if he hadnt, he would be one of those who were killed.

"dad, can you turn on the tv?", his daughter pleaded. soonyoung ruffled the girl's hair lightly, reaching for the remote to fulfill her request. "what do you want to watch?", he asks with a smile on his face.

sports channel, "korea's socce-"

history channel, "tonight on hi-"

news channel, "178 killed in jeo-"

kids channel, "coming u-"

wait. soonyoung's eyebrows furrowed, switching back to the news channel. his daughter protested, "daaaad the kids channel!", she whined. "wait a minute darling dad has to see this first", he said, turning the volume up.

"news update on the recent jeonju massacre with 178 were killed last night", his breath hitched at the news. "there had been countless unidentified victims now up for claiming at the morgue", it continued.

"among the casualties were several civilians reportedly attempting to flee the city without proper identification. authorities claim they failed to stop at a checkpoint despite warning shots.”

a rolling shot of names appeared on the screen, those who were killed while trying to escape.

'hwang dalmi

yoon jeonghan

kim yuseok

lee seokmin

boo seungkwan

lee [yn]'

"that's all for todays news, we'll keep you updated"

[saintzweig]

I need your thoughts on frat boy!patrick but with sorority girl!reader bc i just KNOW they’d be the power couple— patrick would most definitely get his pledges to run errands for his girl bc you’re a busy queen! you’ve got shit to do, hell he’s probably gotten them to do your homework for you (because patrick wants more time to spend with you and also more time to fuck you)

also, the idea of patrick going to a sorority formal makes me giggle bc I have a feeling he hates suits but GOD you’re obsessed with him any time he wears one and you’re definitely tipsy at formal and end up giving him a blow job in the venue bathroom because… he’s just so pretty (im also imagining art as a pledge in patricks frat walking in on your two and patrick threatens to kick his ass if he snitches but also… patrick is about to run for president of his frat so he’s got a lot of influence on the pledges and has art running errands for you for months just to make sure he keeps his mouth shut)

anyway I am the sole frat boy!patrick truther I think

my knowledge on sorority/fraternity houses only come from chick flicks so :") frat patrick is so hot

but i imagine like pre-law reader who was elected president because she's great and sports major patrick who was elected because he's rich lmfao. you're both legacies and met at a mixer organized by your university. now you're both presidents of the most well-known sorority/fraternity on campus and very much the famous power couple in your university.

you run a tight ship so you're a little too busy for his liking– but worry not, his pledges are there to take your responsibilities off your hands for a while so he can have you for himself. he's in your sorority house alot but guests aren't allowed over night and as the president, you can't be breaking your own rules so patrick bought an apartment just outside your uni, for the sole purpose of spending nights with you.

he likes to party but suit and tie events feel a little suffocating for him, he only goes because you promise to reward him with something by the end of it. plus you have the habit of matching your lingerie to the color of his tie :3

after greeting everyone and getting buzzed on expensive champagne, you find yourself locked in a bathroom stall or a janitor's closet. on your knees, teary eyed and lipstick smudged all over your jaw as patrick pushes himself deeper into your mouth. you moan around him, saliva dribbling down your chin and wetting his trousers. you look up and see him with his eyebrows furrowed, mouth gaping or his lower lip between his teeth and occasionally throwing his head back when he feels the back of your throat. and it's just the prettiest sight ever.

i imagine art as his vice president or something, they definitely think it's fun to pick on the pledges together. anyways, he's the one who always calls for the two of you when you're finished. telling patrick they need to make rounds. the first time, he walked in on you two in the bathroom while looking for patrick. he definitely wasn't expecting the sight of a sorority president who's usually neat and poised, looking like a mess between patrick's legs. now he's pretty much indifferent to it, rolling his eyes and throwing a handkerchief to patrick. telling the two of you to hurry up.

[romaevelizz]

Sandpaper ˖ ࣪⊹

Carter Dutton-Wheeler x oc!Crystal Maverick

3.)Just a Momment!

sum: It’s been days since they’ve been able to hangout, their moments together short and always interrupted. Carter is starting to realize it’s harder to keep to himself than he thought.

warning: tension, story goes through multiple days at a time, cursing, Teens being teens, Carter being a sassy irritated teenager, psa!IM NOT A RODEO EXPERT I J LIKE THE AESTHETIC! Not proofread yet!

Unfortunately, Carter found himself unable to spend time with Crystal the following day or even the day after that. With the ranch bursting at the seams with activities and Crystal busy preparing for the upcoming rodeo, she was unable to use the pin at the barn, which meant she spent hours away from the ranch. The lengthy days dragged on for Carter, each one feeling excruciatingly long as he constantly thought about her. He found himself hoping for a serendipitous encounter with her, even if it was just a fleeting moment at the end of a long day, but luck was not on his side.

Lloyd, ever the observant man, began to pick up on Carter’s distracted demeanor, as did Rip, whose no-nonsense attitude cut through the haze of Carter’s thoughts. Rip would often bark at him to pull his head out of the clouds, his voice a sharp contrast to the gentle nudges from Lloyd, who would remind him, albeit more kindly, to stay focused. Despite their varying approaches, both men recognized that Carter was losing himself in daydreams, a distraction that was becoming harder for him to ignore.

Sunday hit the evening late Carter decide to stay out a bit longer and thank god he did. Crystal had come in with Theo putting him away for the day she must have not noticed him because when he spoke up she jumped startled form his voice. “SHIT CARTER, you scared me!” she screeched laughing a little.

Carter couldn't help but laugh a little himself walking closer to her “ Im sorry did mean to scare ya!” he chuckled watching as she closed the stable.

She shook her head smiling at him, ugh he missed her face and it had only been two days; kill him he thought. The two teens ended up talking for a bit small talk and catching up whenever it fell to silence it wasn't awkward but it felt different as she held his gaze and a lazy smile on her lips. She was exhausted and he could tell she was a bit sore from the way she kept stretching out. Carter helped her feed Theo, telling her to sit down that he could do it that he didn't mind. She talked to him a bit as he walked back and forth throwing hay and feed into Theo's bucket even refilling the horse's water. She laid her back against the stable as she sat on the two small bundles of hay, them standing on the ground enough her feet didn't touch the ground.

Crystal couldnt help but simply admire him his shirt sleeves short giving her a show as his arms flexed picking up the bundle of hay and organizing them after taking one apart. A small smile on his face as she talked to him, Carter listening to everything she said. Her eyes would scan him face when the barn fell silent a little giddy smile on her face as she did so, he was handsome, generous, soft-spoken, and strong. God what was not to like? Carter was so eager to please, eager to please her it seemed. Hands in her lap she smiled up at Carter as he came back out leaning against the opposite stall. “Thank you Carter, really..” She hummed leaning forward her hands form on the hay underneath her.

He stood up a bit straighter watching as she tilted her head teasingly her eyes never leaning his, “ Of course, anything you need Crystal.” he spoke softly a bit nervous.

She grinned, yeah she knew what she was doing. “ Anything I need?” she asked.

Carter nodded his eyes on her watching as she stood up “Hm ill keep that in mind than Carter..” she smiled.

Carter felt the steady thump of his heart echoing in his chest, a rhythm that quickened as he savored the sound of his name as it slipped from her lips. Each syllable was like a gentle caress, wrapped in the warmth of her voice, which was nothing short of enchanting. Her words lingered in the air, weaving a spell that captured his attention entirely, making the world around them fade into a distant blur.

The air around them was thick as she found her was a bit closer to him, he felt so stupid, a girl literally had him at her feet. Whats worse is that she knew it. The moment was cut short with the voice of Rio calling out for Carter, Crystal stepped back quickly giving them space right before her turned the corner into the barn his eyes catching them. “There you are,” his gaze met her Rip giving her a small nod before his attention went back to his son “You need to be up at the house in 10.” was all he said. Crystal noticed a look given to Carter by Rip, Carter rolling his eyes a bit letting out an annoyed sigh after Rip left.

“What was that?” Crystal asked a small giggle stepping toward him. “Nothing just him being… well dad like.” he explained unclearly.

Crystal hummed “well hopefully ill catch you later.” she smiled

“Yeah-”

“CARTER! Lets go!” Rips vouce yelled.

Carter groaned “See you later Cryst” he spoke quickly giving a nod of his hat as sphe ran out the barn.

As the evening dragged on, it became increasingly clear to Carter that something was off. No matter how hard he tried to focus on the conversation, Ril always seemed to interrupt at the most inopportune moments, grating on his nerves. With every interruption, Carter felt his irritation grow. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Rip was somehow orchestrating these distractions, perhaps trying to keep them apart on purpose. If it wasn’t Rip causing the disruption, I was someone else or something else from truly engaging with her.

Carter couldn't help but notice the way she subtly leaned in closer, her playful, flirty demeanor unmistakable. It was as though she was teasing him, inviting him to join in her game. Yet, every time he summoned the courage to flirt back, he found himself stumbling over his words, feeling foolish and anxious instead of smooth and confident. It frustrated him to no end. Just when he thought he could make a clever remark, she would shift closer, her laughter ringing lightly in the air.

“Smooth,” she’d tease, her voice laced with amusement and admiration. The twinkle in her eye made it clear that she enjoyed th way he got nervous, but every time he managed to catch her off guard, it only left him feeling more flustered. The atmosphere grew thick with an unspoken tension. The subtle yet meaningful gestures she made didn't escape his notice. He often caught the gentle brush of her fingertips against his cheek, whether she was wiping away dirt or deftly smoothing his hair. Her hand would occasionally glide over his arm, a light, fleeting contact that sent a shiver through him. And when she laughed, the warmth of her shoulder would lean into his, a silent invitation that sparked a connection between them. Each little touch held a weight of intimacy, weaving an invisible thread that pulled them closer together.

Thursday finally hit, the afternoon sun hot, Carter was sitting under a tree in the yard by himself thinking to himself. “Hey stranger!” Crystals voice startled him out of his thoughts.

“Hi!” he smiled up at her, watching as she sat down next to him her body facing him.

“Hows you're day been cowboy?” she asked leaning back on her hands.

Carter shrugged “been alright, hot as hell though.” he sighed.

She nodded “It very much is, giving Theo break, and me thinkin’ I deserve it!” she laughed.

“So do you, been working your ass off out there.”she hummed.

Carter glanced at her raising a brow “Been watching me ya weirdo!” he teased.

She rolled her eyes pushing him playfully “So what if I am!” she laughed.

“Like the view.” she spoke under her breath.

“What?” Carter asked.

She looked up at him her eyes wide “Hm? Nothing!” she smiled innocently.

Carter scoffed playfully “Youre lying! What did you say!” he spoke turning to her.

Her panicked giggle as he got closer to her him still asking. “I didn't say anything you freak you're hearing things!” she laughed.

“Youre so full of shit-” he laughed, before he could say anything else he was cut off by the voice of Rip calling him back to work.

She watched his face drop, clearly irritated. She smiled softly at him “Looks like you're being summoned Cowboy..” she spoke her hand moving to fix his collar. Carter groaned nodding.

“Yeah, guess my lunch is over.” she sighed getting up, he began to grab his garbage so stopped by Crystal.

“I got it baby don't worry about it, go on head back I'll hopefully see you later.” she smiled at him.

Carter gave her a half-hearted smile, a silent thank you, as he turned away, irritation simmering just beneath the surface—not directed at her, of course, but rather at the constant interruptions that kept catching them. As he made his way to the barn, he paused, suddenly freezing in his tracks. “What did she call me?” he muttered under his breath, realization hitting him in the face. Whipping around, he caught a glimpse of her as she stood, her brother at her side, both of them moving away together.

Turning back, a small grin crept onto his face as the realization sunk, a light flickering in his eyes. “What’s got you all bushy-tailed?” Lloyed chuckled, noticing the shift in Carter’s demeanor, the irritation lifting and replaced by a spark of amusement.

“Nothing.” Carter grinned at the older gentleman walking past him.

Few more days had gone by small comments and few worded conversation were the only thing the two got away with. Then Saturday hit, it was after four o'clock he was off of work as she had put her horse away and started walking out to her trailer up the hill. Would they finally get to hang out?

Catching up to her a quick call of her name ha her turn in her heels quickly. “Hi, Carter!” she smiled watching the boy slow down from running he was a bit out of breath. She stepped close to him patting his chest playfully her hand resting on him “Breath man, breath.” she giggled he hand sliding down his chest, making him shutter nervously.

“Sorry,” he laughed, “but was wondering if you wanted to hang out, not quite sure what we can do, but heard the bunk guys talk about so like street part?”

She tilted her head curiously “Like they play music out in the street, there's food, and other stuff minors are allowed so thought that be fun dress up a bit- not like fancy ya know- nit like a date. Unless you want it to be a date- I don't mind- or we could go just as friends up to you though!” he rambled nervously, his hands moving a bit, soon falling to his head, his head falling as he let out a groan feeling stupid for how he sounded.

Crystal laughed a little leaning down meeting his gaze from rm being hunched over “Are you asking me out Carter?” she smiled.

“Basically…” he muttered.

She nodded “when are we leaving?”

He stood up straight quickly “Is that's a yes?”

She hummed nodding “so when should I be ready?” she asked again.

He smiled excitedly “An hour I can meet you at your trailer!”

“Sound good to me you drivin’ or am I?” she asked stepping backwards slowly with a smile on her face.

“I drive! I can see if I can borrow a-”

“You can drive mine.” she spoke before walking up the hill.

“Okay..” he said softly a grin in his face, he pumped his fist as he stepped backwards twords the house is he could go get cleaned up.

Running up to the house he came in a bit loud catching the attentionof Beth and John. “Hey!” John called out stopping Carter.

“Yes? Sorry didn't mean to come in to loud.” he apologized quickly.

“Where are you heading in a hurry?” Beth asked.

Shit he hadent even asked if he could go out, well here was his chance “I was gonna go get cleaned up, hoping I could go out with the bunk house to town?” he asked.

“Who else is going? Because if it was just the wranglers you wouldn't be getting cleaned up.” she spoke knowing better.

“… Crystal..” he said quietly.

A small smirk appeared on her lips “Go ahead, have fun stay out of trouble. Might see you down there myself.” she spoke.

“If you guys do and Rip ends up coming PLEASE keep him busy he's after me can't talk or even hang out with her without him interrupting.” he groaned dramatically his hands rubbing down hs face.

John let out a laugh “ Rips doing you a favor” the sound of a deep voice came form behind Carter, his gaze looking over meeting Elijahs

“Supprised Mikey hasn't been up y'all ass.” Carter watched his jaw a bit droped as her father talked to him. “But again, he might be doing you a favor kid. My daughter is trouble, not really in the crazy need to keep an eye on her sense, but in honestly she's a flirt; a charming girl and seems like she has you wrapped around her finger.” Mr. Maverick laughed walking towards John and Beth. 

Carter stood up “She is.. To be honest myself sir I just asked her in a last minute date… could've been better planed but-”

“You asking my permission?” Elijah asked.

“Well.. I guess so..” He spoke cautiously.

“Go ahead make sure she has fun, she seems to have taken a liking to you I don't kind it I like you. Just don't hurt her because then I'd have to hurt you That, my baby,” he spoke taking a sip of his drink his eyes never leaving the boys to intimidate him. Not that Carter planed on hurting her, her dad just got a lot more scary than when he first met him. At least Mr. Maverick liked him right?

“Yes sir. She's safe with me.”

Elijah hummed “I know.”

Carter nodded turning to go up the stairs ti get ready. He just hoped this night would have any interruptions. Nothing that would keep them from enjoying the night.

tags: @nomournersonefuneral

[mattuhoh]

Words:3,902 Chapters:1/6

Eddie's gravelly morning voice does things to Buck - it's one of Buck's favourites. He squeezes his eyes closed and tries to keep his heart rate under control. Eddie can probably feel his pulse jump from where his arm is laying on his chest.

“H- Uh… Hey.”

Smooth Buckley. He definitely didn’t notice your shameless thirsting over literally everything-

Bucks thoughts immediately stall when he feel’s Eddie huff a laugh into his skin and he drags his hand from his shoulder down to his sternum. His palm lies flat against his chest, exactly where you press when you do CPR, exactly where Eddie has pressed before, restarting his heart after 3 minutes and 17 seconds-

Eddies fingers start playing with his chest hair.

OR

Eddie maintains a minimum 3-points-of-contact while trying to explain an extended metaphor about juice. Bucks brain is melting, from both the physical contact, and the extended metaphor for juice

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Back on my shit. I have 1000 other 90% finished fics that i could post but nah, have a brand newy instead. I really hope I can get inspired to do the other chapters, otherwise, im happy as is <3 love yall

[mamadarama]

IM SO SORRY IKEEP ACCIDNENTANLY UNFOLLOWIGN U BC THE ASK BUTTON IS NEXT TO IT 😭😭😭 i love ur content so MUCH i would NEVER unfollow on purpose omgg 😭

also anyways imjust wonderign , have u ever thought abt what would happen if yumenosaki didnt exisr inthe first place ???? like. what if they all jsut go live normal lives. or maybe if any of the major events in tthe storyline never happened. cause youre so amazing at analyzing stuff so id realllyyyyy like 2 hear ur thoughts <333 THAMKYOU!!!!! have a nice day :DD

OHH LOL OK i was like hey didnt this person follow me the other day? ive done that before too

i have thought abt that!!! i think some of them would still end up being idol adjacent? also a lot of characters grew up in the same area so they might end up going to the same school or smth anyways so theyd still know each other.

wataru is a stage/movie actor and eichi buys vip seats to all his shows until he notices him . kanata and kaoru are both marine biologists. madara is still exiled and starts traveling doing god knows what, but comes home to japan sooner than he wouldve if eichi didnt stall him during the war. in japan he continues to do god knows what. odd jobs and the like. chiaki and kanata still meet and kanata is saved from the cult. chiaki might go on to become a professional basketball player? izumi and makoto dont have a falling out bc the war never caused leo to break down, so izumi doesnt get paranoid for makotos safety. both of them along with arashi are models and leo is still a composer. arashi would also be a divorce attorney purely on the basis that i think she would be really good at it. rei retains most of his 2nd yr personality and simply mellows out a little instead of acting like an old man, and his friendship with keito wouldnt fall apart. keito is a mangaka and a teacher. hes trying to keep those identities separate but who knows how long thatll last. koga and rei still form deadmanz but keito wouldnt join. instead theyd be a duo unit until koga invites adonis to join, and this time adonis actually gets the chance to since deadmanz wont disband before koga can invite him. kaoru might join later, but its more of a hobby and his primary goal is still taking over and carrying on his mothers research. he works at kanatas aquarium. adonis is a park ranger. i think souma would be a teacher. either biology or a weapons class, or both. kuro and shu are both fashion designers but kuro would specialize in costumes and shu would do mostly high fashion lines for runways. kuro also does wrestling, he intended for it to be just a hobby but he ended up being a fan favorite so now hes better known for that than he is for his costume work. mika is shus apprentice still. hiyori is dawdling and unsure of what he wants to do, but in the meantime hes busying himself with making youtube videos (think jenna marbles). he still meets jun in school. jun is a streamer but he also has a fitness blog and works part time as a personal trainer. pretty average life but with the added bonus that he lives with hiyori, so he doesnt have to worry about money as much. nagisa is a geologist and historian. he works at a museum, thats about it. he still stayed with hiyori until he was adopted by his current family. ibara is the ceo of some company. yuzuru is toris butler still and tori is learning what he needs to do as his family's heir. tsukasa is doing the same. yuzuru and ibara dont meet again after ibara leaves the military facility. ritsu is a professional pianist, hes known for theming his performances around his vampire thing and playing creepy organ music, except on a piano. mao is a freelance photographer and a tutor. makoto continues to be a model, but also does gamedev and photography on the side. he also streams with jun and natsume and has a radio show with the rest of trickstar. anzu would still get transferred to whatever all boys school trickstar is going to, but instead of being trickstars producer shes just part of their friend group and theres no war. switch exists as a magic act, performing at events and whatnot. tsumugi also has his own fortune telling business and works as a librarian, and sora is a competitive gymnast. hajime is a botanist and works for the city managing public gardens. mitsuru became an olympic athlete. when nazuna graduated he went to college to do ...whatever it is hes doing. since there was no unit keeping them together, he was able to just stop talking to shu and they eventually drifted apart painlessly. tomoya and hokuto are actors. subaru is a solo idol. the twins street performances took off and they became a well known acrobatic duo. shinobu is a radio host and has a podcast where he talks about anime. tetora is a competitive martial artist. midori happily works as a vegetable farmer with his family.

rinne and niki live the same way they did before becoming idols, except niki has a cooking show. tsukasa secretly helps kohaku escape from his family and silently passes his allowance over to kohaku so he can live somewhere safe. as soon as he can he gets back into contact with aira. he lives alone like niki did when he was 14 and spends a lot of time in the library trying to homeschool himself. aira is still an idol fanatic but doesnt become an idol. hiiro goes to look for rinne, but rinne refuses to leave and hiiro goes home after making rinne promise hell still visit home sometimes. hiiro takes rinnes place as the next monarch. tatsumi and kaname still go to the same school but kaname never has the accident, so oremeru never abandons his identity and has no reason to hate tatsumi. tatsumi is learning to be a priest from his dad and will eventually take over as the pastor at his family's church. since es was never built on the same land as the ayase's bunker, mayoi would stay underground for longer. if he left at some point hed be a visual artist and submit his work to galleries. he probably wouldnt meet the rest of alkaloid, at least not right away.

so thats what i think would happen, more or less.

[bakugoushotwife]

for ena <3 happy birthday loml, genuinely my other half i hope you have had the BEST day and as far as im concerned…you’re having a birthday MONTH! i’m still gonna buy that star and you can’t stop me hehehehe @suguru-getos

birthday bash || satosugena

you wake up when you feel something pressed against your nose. more aptly, someone else’s nose bumping up against yours. when your eyes flutter open, you’re met with the nearly frightful sight of satoru’s white lashes blinking over wide and crystal clear blue eyes.

“happy birthday princess!! i said it first just remember that—“

strong arms secure you fight against his abdomen and morning…excitement. “happy birthday, darling girl…” he purrs next to your ear. suguru. he smirks, a lazy little number. he knows that despite satoru’s hovering, his gravelly morning voice is enough to make you press your legs together on instinct. “we’ve got a big day planned for you, it’s going to be a lovely day.” he assures, nose nuzzling against your cheek.

satoru hums in agreement, diving down a bit to kiss your face, concentrating most of his affections on your lips. your own lips part in a smile, their warmth and excitement and love radiating off of them. “n it starts with breakfast in bed!”

splurging on breakfast isn’t inherently special. they usually order your favorites once or twice a week, the rest of the cooking usually done by the two of them together—with you happily kicking your feet on the nearby barstool bouncing conversation with them or humming along to the music to relax.

but today, they got all of your favorites. mocha lattes worthy of your growing instagram blog, nutella crepes and fruit, even the savory option of chicken sausage, scrambled eggs, and breakfast potatoes. some of geto’s servants bring it in already beautifully plated. it’s clear your fiancé’s have been busy this morning.

you won’t eat half of it—and it’s not about how much you eat. it’s about that satisfied grin on your face. you know they know you. to the core, they understand you completely. every detail you’ve mentioned, they’ve memorized. because you are their person. and their person is deeply worshipped. no other day but your birthday could showcase their utter devotion to the woman that ties them all together. satoru poses the plates together for you to snap a picture of—of course starting a birthday reel. instagram will eat first today. and while it’s not your intention—many a follower will fall for you and stew in jealousy all at once. satoru and suguru are going to put on a masterclass.

after eating, they urge you to shower and get ready in something casual. of course they never really specified, and even your casual is runway worthy. they’re antsy and ready to go by the time you step out of your own hair and makeup booth.

it seems your birthday falls during festival season all the way around, and what a beautiful coincidence. the start of spring suits you so well, it’s almost as if they’re celebrating you like your soon to be husbands are. the cherry blossoms are so bright and the vendors line the streets to the fair.

they take turns buying you hand crafted earrings from one stall, silk dresses and wraps, organic candles from the next. all the way into the arcade area, naturally. whose idea do you think that one was? satoru is very intent on winning all the games and getting you a huge fucking prize. suguru is proud to push him to lose his mind over arcade games meant for children by being unnecessarily competitive—and you actually make satoru lose his mind by beating him by being genuinely better. he’s tweaking. and it’s your birthday—but he’d never insult you by letting you win. or apparently even being a decent graceful loser.

“oh you’re CHEATING!!” he whines once your digital streetcar passes the finish line three milliseconds before his.

“i don’t think that’s even possible in one of these.” suguru chuckled out in your defense. you turn your nose up and just roll your eyes at him.

don’t even mention the punching bag okay. that was a mishap. if he could just simply do it over again he would have gotten a higher score.

“900?!” he yelps as the numbers keep rolling higher. he only got 846. “I barely hit the thing goddamn i didn’t know we were going all OUT—“

at least he still won enough tokens to pick out the nicest stuffed toy in the entire place for you. no matter how old you three get together—satoru will be sure to capitalize on the inner child.

you spend hours at the fair and festival, getting all kinds of treats and gifts and trinkets. this is what they can get the girl that has everything—new experiences and quality time!! soon it’s time for dinner, and suguru has all of that planned out.

the car takes you three back to the estate a little after sundown. you’re weighed down with bags and the giant stuffed animal you were so graciously gifted. shortly after getting back to suguru’s home turned the sole base of operations, suguru tells you not to get un-ready.

“woah woah, i hope you don’t think that was it?” he raised a brow when he saw you slipping off your shoes. “time to go out to the lake. let me guide you, my love.” he smirks, holding an arm out for you to take. satoru grins, knowing what to expect. you thread your arm in suguru’s and let him escort you out to the gorgeous lake under the willow in the back of your home.

before you even arrive at the lakeside, you can see the small intimate table set for three. candlelit, with the help of the moon and stars, a traditional italian course. wine paired with your salad, then another wine perfectly suited to your chicken alfredo and chicken parm duo, a third wine to compliment the tiramisu birthday cake with your name dripped in extra mocha. it’s like something out of a storybook. it’s just for you three, their gifts bringing you that peace of mind you had wished for. their joy was so evident—the tender crease of suguru’s brow as he watches you wiggle happily in your seat; satoru’s absolutely puppy lovesick stare even though you’ve been together for three years at this point—it all just makes you feel so safe. it’s always been hard for you to let yourself be loved wholly; almost like you believe you don’t need it or deserve it at times. they make you understand that not only are you a deity in their lives—but you should never feel anything less than this feeling right now. you should always feel cherished. like you’re a gift. that’s not spoiled or entitled or bratty, that’s just true. women like you are few and far between—you’re called princess and angel for a reason. you are holy, you are royalty. that’s why your feet don’t even touch the ground as satoru carries you back to the main house, up the winding stairs to the shared bedroom.

by now, you’re truly exhausted—but blissfully happy. part of you feared they’d go insane—have a full blown party to shower you in materialistic gifts you already have. especially with satoru’s tendency to throw money around like it’s free to him. this was perfect. suguru helps you get out of your birthday outfit, peppering kisses to the exposed skin of your wrist, your shoulder, your collarbone.

now it’s satoru in your ear, brushing the silky locks of yours away, “how about some birthday spankings?”

[carelessflower]

valentine weekend recap 💟👚

from a single person

start valentine day right with this spicy ass instant pho and an egg to show my disapproval of romance. you probably see me eat this 100 time and yall gonna keep seeing it

come to office and order milk coffee but like fresh milk and not condensed milk. 7/10 it's so bitter I think I cant even be sleepy when working. lunch with whatever I got in the fridge cause I overslept and ran my ass to the bus stop. (the bì is sour so yeah 6.5/10). late afternoon I got to tag alone to some sorta office party with pizza, fried chicken, fried chicken skin and salad it's 9/10!! and the sweet tofu is 9.5/10 it's my favorite brand ever the slight ginger taste keep it from too sweet!

can't forget a little chocolate snack for melentine as in me valentine cause I love myself

next day i pretty much just sleep and eat and work and of course snack. rice vermicelli stir fried with beef this one a classic 10/10. and the chocolate oreo the same it so good idgaf

to today! tried the black bean spicy noodle but the spice is literally just an afterthought. it like mint in toothbrush, also kinda bitter so 8/10

my fit for the day, i wanna give that Japanese girl mori core. this to make my friend at the fair and my usual bus didn't arrive yet so I catch the other one and omg, it make me travel through so many stations im late anyway

okay so the fair. i went to it before but like it organized at the place near where im living. this one in another district so I gotta catch a whole ass bus to it. the venue is much smaller than what I went to so it was like so crowded. there different stalls yk jewelry, blindbox, perfume, crystal, crochet I even saw a tarot one but their DIY workshop isn't as great as last time, it so boring. and they increased the price AND also the Italian charm workshop I came for this time they out of charms. 2/10 experience honestly im disappointed

some jewelry i think pretty cute. this rose bracelet, the heart locket/clock watch and the vintage looking bracelet. they were overpriced for their quality so. also my friend said some of the crystals they were using for the tarots and selling are fake. which is, wtf

i did snatch something. this perfume sample what i got for their check-in gift. smell mostly bergamot tbh. and these three charms are like what I feel is pretty left in that disappointing pile. the cowboy boots and the betty boop is so cute. and I like moon

lunch, so i find this japanese restaurant near that had pretty good review. we order lunch set, which also come with free matcha ice tea! my part was pretty good, the shrimp are crunchy and the egg mized well and also the miso is like nice, considering how cheap it was, 8.75/10 honestly. and the salmon sushi is 9/10. it a good meal!

this honestly part 1 yall

[sp000keyyy]

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VALENTINE'S DAY SPECIAL!

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“Ash.. what on earth are you wearing?” You stood awkwardly outside one of the bathroom stalls, staring at Ashley. She thought it would be hilarious to go to school dressed as Cupid for Valentine’s Day.

“I told you I was going to dress as Cupid!” She says with a big smile. You were speechless.

“I thought you were joking!” You whisper-yelled to her. It definitely wasn’t the usual colours she wore, especially not to school.

It was a poofy, white and pink dress with light pink ribbons all over. She even had the bow and arrow with the heart tip. Even down to feather wings on her back. Definitely wasn’t the craziest thing she’s worn, but still, she mostly wore black and purple not white and pink. To be fair she did show up to school in one of those blow up dinosaur costumes.

“Don’t you think it’s cute? I was going to go around school pretending to be Cupid!” She was definitely excited. You sighed. Once Ash had an idea there was really no talking her out of it and you knew that.

The two of you walked out of the bathroom, making your way to the gym. Since Valentines Day was in a couple days, the school was throwing a dance for the students. And of course, got the very same students to help organize it.

The rest of your group was sitting in a corner blowing up balloons and working on a banner. Larry, Ash and you had been assigned to work on the banner whilst Todd and Sal blew up some balloons. Well, more Todd blowing up the balloons and Sal tying them.

As Ash and you resumed your sides of the banner, she leaned over to you with a smirk.

"You knowww, since im 'cupid' now i could totally shoot both you and Sal" She said, winking a couple times. Your face flushes a little.

A while ago you had confided in Ash about your, very not secret, crush on Sal and she's been trying to get the two of you together ever since, insisting that he liked you back.

"No!" You whisper-yelled in her direction, hoping to not get Sal's attention. You looked over at him quickly to see him struggling to tie the end of the balloon around his finger.

"I really regret telling you i like him."

"And i keep telling you to tell him cause he likes you back!" You quickly try to cover her mouth. Unfortunetly, you werent quick enough and the entire group looked at the two of you. Ash took your hands of her mouth.

"I'm telling you, ask him to go to the dance with you." She smiled at you. You looked awkwardly at her, then to the boys.

"You like soemone?" Todd asked.

"Possibly.." You respond with a quiet tone.

"WHO?" Larry pushed Ash out of his way. Sal didnt seem to want to be part of the conversation. Was he upset? You cleared your throat.

"No one." You said with a smile. It hurt a little to call Sal 'no one' but you had to say it to get Larry off your back.

"Are you still coming to my place for our movie night or are you going to be too busy with your new.. boyfriend" Sal said, a hint of anger, maybe even jealousy, in his tone when he said 'boyfriend'.

"Yeah i am, and I don't have a boyfriend." You say quietly. The two of you remained in silence as Ash eyed the two of you closely.

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The silence between you and Sal was nearly unbearable. Normally when the two of you would watch movies together, it would be a shitty movie Sal had found and the two of you would laugh and criticize the plot and awful characters.

But now it was silent, with the ambience noise coming from the TV.

"So." Sal starts.

"Once you and this new guy get together, will he join the group?" His tone indicated that he wasnt too fond of the idea. You couldnt help but be flattered that he didnt want other guys that were interested in you join the group.

"Well no." Maybe it was the fact that Ash had finally been starting to convince you or maybe it was cause it was going to be Valentine's Day soon, but you had suddenly thought that hinting to Sal that you like him would be a good idea.

"No?" He sounded almost hopeful as he turned to look at you.

"He's already in the group.." You said silently, your cheeks flushing. You couldnt look at him, it was too embarassing.

"W.. already.. is it Larry?" You look at him suddenly as he asked.

"No? What made you think that?"

"You went really quiet when he was asking about it earlier." You sigh.

"No it's not Larry.." Sal looks at you in silence.

"So.. it's me..?" You look over at him and nod.

"Really?" He asks quietly. You nod again. You could feel your face get hotter and hotter as time went on, the silence from before returning.

"I mean, I was going to ask you to the dance." Sal said, slowly reaching to grab your hand. You smile.

"I'd be happy to go with you, if your offer still stands."

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You would never forget the giant smile Ash had on her face when the two of you had walked into the gymnasium the night of the dancehand in hand.

Who knows. Maybe if you had listened to Ash a little sooner, you wouldnt have had to be as patient with your feelings as you were.

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[im-a-simp898]

HELP. I UNCONTROLLABLY CUM WHENEVER I SEE A SMILY FACE.

I (56M) was goin' to the bathroom at taco bell, as I normally do. as i reached into my big sweaty obese gaping asshole to grab my big fat squishy shits in order to shove them into the urinal, i noticed a cute lil' drawing on the stall. waddling my 300lb body over to get a better look, i realized what was drawn on the stall, a smiley face. i was immediately reminded of my lord and savior, daddy dream.

i let out a roaring moan, shattering all the glass in the area, instantly letting everyone in that taco bell know of my presence. i ripped my clothes off, tugged on my dick, and started letting all of my body fluids drain out on the floor. sweat, pee, cum, shit, blood, organs, you name it, all flowing from my teeny weeny peenie hole. however, amidst my raging passion for dream, i hadn't realized what i had done! alas, everyone in that unisex bathroom stared at me in fear. men, women, children, all traumatized by the unholy sight ive forced apon their eyes.

crying, i leaped out of a broken window, letting the glass scrape my unclothed flabs of stomach. i bolted into my car, but not before the police found me. with no time to think, i ran over 5 officers, an orphan, and a pregnant woman with my sexy prius. i managed to escape, but at what cost?

I am currently living in the middle of nowhere. i will never talk to my family or my friends again. yesterday i ate a grilled rat for breakfast. i'm in constant fear of the police finding me, and i can only pray to dream that i'll be alright.

anyone else having this problem?

me im in this situation too

[gsenvs3000w25]

Unit 5: How NYC’s Scaffolding Blocks Green Initiatives

For much of my education, science education (SE) focused on understanding concepts, while environmental education (EE), which emphasizes engagement and behaviour change, felt separate—often limited to extracurriculars, clubs, or field trips. This divide between knowledge and action felt like a missed opportunity. Now, in my fourth year of university, I noticed a shift in learning—from traditional classrooms to ones that included calls to action. Last semester, I took a course called Integrative Problems in Biological Science, where I explored biological issues and how an integrative approach could help solve them. I was tasked with identifying a specific problem within a larger biological issue, developing a solution, and pitching it for funding. One issue that stuck with me during the course was the ubiquity of NYC scaffolding and how it significantly hinders efforts to incorporate nature into daily life and creates obstacles for pollinators.

For every green space in NYC, there’s a looming obstacle: scaffolding. The city’s endless construction projects result in a near-constant presence of metal frames and tarps, wrapping around buildings and sidewalks, blocking sunlight, and limiting access to vital outdoor spaces. While scaffolding is essential for safety and urban renewal, it also creates an often-overlooked challenge for city people trying to integrate nature into their lives. For those looking to support pollinators, grow food, or simply add a bit more greenery to their surroundings, scaffolding can be a frustrating barrier—literally. It reduces sunlight, making it difficult for plants to thrive, and often restricts rooftop and balcony access where small urban gardens might otherwise flourish. This limitation has larger implications: as cities face biodiversity loss and climate change, urban greening efforts are more important than ever. The presence of scaffolding makes it harder for everyday New Yorkers to contribute to these efforts, stalling small-scale ecological action that could otherwise be impactful.

(Poole, 2022)

But what if we could rethink scaffolding not just as a barrier but as an opportunity? I think citizen science provides a way for New Yorkers to document and counteract the negative environmental effects of long-term scaffolding while actively contributing to urban biodiversity research. One of the key roles of citizen science is observation, crowdsourcing data that scientists alone would never be able to gather at such a large scale. In the case of scaffolding, residents could document how these structures affect light levels, temperature, air quality, and plant health. Mobile apps like iNaturalist or NYC-specific platforms could be used to track changes in pollinator activity in areas covered by scaffolding versus open-air spaces. Participants could log which plants survive and which struggle under scaffolded conditions, creating valuable data sets for urban ecologists and city planners alike.

Furthermore, urban gardening organizations and citizen scientists could advocate for alternative designs that incorporate green elements into scaffolding itself. Imagine temporary pollinator-friendly planters installed on scaffolding or city-backed green roofs on construction sheds, solutions that could mitigate some of the ecological downsides. By engaging in citizen science, residents could provide real evidence that green-integrated scaffolding is not just a nice idea but a practical and beneficial one.

Im curious to know, have you noticed how scaffolding impacts greenery in your neighbourhood? What creative solutions do you think could help integrate nature into the built environment?

(McGeehan, 2024)

References:

Wals, A. E. J., Brody, M., Dillon, J., & Stevenson, R. B. (2014). Convergence Between Science and Environmental Education. Science, 344(6184), 583–584. https://doi.org/10.1126/science.1250515

McGeehan, P. (2024, April 24). New York City’s Everlasting Scaffolding. The New York Times. https://www.nytimes.com/2024/04/24/nyregion/nyc-scaffolding.html

Poole, R. (2022, February 8). Why is There So Much Scaffolding in NYC? - CitySignal. CitySignal. https://www.citysignal.com/scaffolding-nyc/

Haltom, J. (2023). A story of how communities have been shaped by residents learning to garden [University of Guelph]. https://hdl.handle.net/10214/27610

Creative Commons Attribution NonCommercial 4.0 International

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

Heloo

Im Mahmoud from Gaza ..i need your help if you can

Please donate to save my life and my family 🍉🇵🇸

My link in bio

Asking for help is not easy .l request a small donation of $ 15 or $25 from each person .$35 will save my family and help me cover travel expenses and rebuild.what's left of my home

you can deliver your regards

throgh link (please see my bio)https://www.gofundme.com/f/helping-gaza-family-to-get-out

My account has been verified by @90-ghost

hello again, Mahmoud ❤️ its terrible to see your donations have stalled out the way they have. you deserve much better than this. ive just donated to you again.

for my followers, Mahmouds fundraiser is on around $15k out of around $50k and has been for too long now. $35k sounds like a lot, but i just did the math - i have a decent amount of followers and if all of them donated $30, we'd reach that total immediately! maybe you cant spare $30, but i bet you could. if you can't... $15? $10? legitimately consider it, how much would your quality of life change if you donated ten dollars right now? probably not much! help them out please ❤️

[leolingo]

what- WHAT happened during the last 5 hours??????? i missed everything and all the posts i’ve seen have been negative so i’m slightly afraid (but nevertheless curious)

sigh hi anon im sorry about the state of the dash its been a really busy couple of hours

my opinion is biased because im currently pretty frustrated as well but i'll try to summarize todays events to you the best i can :)

basically, they carried out the stealth mission cellbit received yesterday. they were told to bring as many people as possible, split into two groups, and naturally remain undiscovered until the mission was complete. they did the first two instructions, then obviously failed the last one. fast-forward, turns out the "thing" they were told to steal from the feds were MINI-MEs. these are little creatures (maybe robots. maybe organic beings. maybe something else entirely) that can be spawned by players and look basically like a miniature clone of whoever spawned them. they need to be taken care of, answer to commands and will level up eventually if certain tasks are completed. this quackity studios video explains it better than i can bother.

if you notice, the mechanic is pretty similar to that of the eggs -- though quackity said on his stream this new feature is NOT meant to replace the eggs, and will later on become very useful on itself. whatever that means!

here's where the negative reactions to this event come in, at least from what ive seen: this feels a bit. useless. it's a whole lot of new information still riding on the pretext of information on the eggs, which we still don't have. PERSONALLY i don't think it adds anything relevant to the story, nor does it motivate players in any way? it feels like stalling, and it doesn't live up to the enormous amount of hype this event was built up on. so i guess its understandable why a lot of people feel a little disappointed right now. it's more of an expectation thing, id say. theres nothing TRULY bad to be said about the admins or this particular writing choice. a lot of us just didnt like it and think its a little bit stupid lol

theres probably more, but i cant think of much else right now. hope the recap was good enough! there are plenty of other posts going around the dash that can probably help you with the finer details

sorry for the negativity in general and i hope you have a nice day anon!

[cxffexngel]

@literanis // Lucilius

sandalphon hasn't always been a thorn in his side. at worst, he'd been a waste of space taking too much of lucifer's precious attention (that was meant for important things, things that mattered). at best, the rudimentary seraph was an interesting experiment, at least on paper. after all, a vessel to temporarily house another's power was no easy feat. and maybe in the end lucilius had been proven right (of course he was right). but not even that wasn't the issue. "of all the dregs that rattle against the bars of this cage we call existence, you, most of all, clamor for an exit." lucilius leers at the archangel who has, for some reason, all the ability in the world. he feels rigid jaw tense. "i give you the keys that will set you — and all of us — free. and what do you do? slap it out of my hand." however, he's not done. he's not done trying to hurt him. oh, in his deepest thoughts — thoughts he didn't know he was capable of — sandalphon is but carrion at his feet, and lucilius wants to badly to eat his heart. the undead astral can't exactly accomplish that little dream, though there are other ways to taunt. "deep down, lucifer knew what i did, too. whether he had the chance to do anything about it, we won't know. because of you." a cruel grin fashions upon his pallid features as he invades sandalphon's space, gliding his finger too comfortably across the scar that attached them both (all of them) together. "it all comes back to you." (im returning psychic damage fire KJFDJKDFS)

Pinned in an array of disheveled feathers that cascade as time itself seems to stall, gasping for air that he didn't need, organs pierced and bleeding, as clawed hands kept the archangel in place while his own battered arms firmly kept the grip against ichor black arms that once belonged to someone who never, ever would have dared raise a finger against him. Not even back in the rebellion, not even after it and when their meeting two thousand years later meant that he had a chance and strike the spare archangel down if he wanted to. End it once for all.

A frankestein of blue and black, like the expanse of cosmos as bright black wings are a stark contrast against his own twelve of many colors, gold tipped against lonely blues - Sandalphon gasped and choked, but even then the determination, stubborn will to fight on even when the stakes are against him, still spat blood back with one of his own grins in mock. '' And what if it comes all back to me. what then? '' Rebels, his own voice a meager thing that rasps lowly, fingertips digging into corrupted flesh, stained black from the ichor that fills the undead astral's body that's kept together by vile means.

It makes him sick. It's wrong, everything about the other is wrong, and yet... '' I never asked for that key in the first place. Cut it with somehow thinking you're right. Even if you are, why would I betray my promise to Lucifer? ''

Why indeed? once, not even far in the past, he wanted it all to end, remake the world so he'd be needed when all along, he is loved. By the skies, by Lucifer, by the crew – something he had been blindsided for the longest time due to his own selfishness. Back when in reality all he wanted was Lucifer to say something after having eavesdropped on him and Lucilius - that the other was wrong, and that despise having no role, he still meant something. '' You are no better than the absent god. What does it matter what you, of all people, think you can and break reality itself if maybe, just maybe, people under these skies don't mind this imperfect world!? '' leers back, even when his own body wasn't any better if no battered heavily and only sheer will itself manifesting as a lifeforce that kept the archangel going. Brilliant hues of purple refelcting from massive blades against the other, piercing rotten flesh back against the impasse of his own predicament, the sounds of the crew no more than muffled sounds from down below against the clear, red skies and debris in wake of the destruction of light and dark, the world against the rebel.

'' perhaps he just could not do something - he was imperfect. And you, of all people, couldn't see that. That being your greatest failure, Lucilius. '' He admired you, loved you - memories from back whisper back, but doesn't spill from ragged breaths.

[snowviolettwhite]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad for tagging me.

From the upcoming chapter three of my 9-1-1: Lone Star Early 2010s AU:

"little boy don't you cry, cause the child in you is still alive"

One of the additional pluses of getting school early means barely anyone is here meaning Tk gets to make out with his older, taller and suave boyfriend. Alexander Jameson is like a model, like one of those teenage heartthrobs in Tiger Beat or J – 14. The two ended in the most secluded boy’s bathroom, locking themselves in the last stall. Tk is standing on his tiptoes to kiss Alex. While he had a small growth spurt of the summer according to his pediatrician, he still has some growing to do.

They are standing face to face, Tk’s big brown eyes wonder up to meet the eyes of his boyfriend. He still gets a still awkward around Alex sometimes, Alex is older and more experienced. He knows what he is actually doing. While for Tk, Alex is his first boyfriend and his first kiss. Tk never kissed a girl and has never had a girlfriend, frankly he does not know if he would count them considering he is gay. So, the younger boy let Alex take lead most of the time. He does not want to mess it up.

Tk is pretty sure one of his first crushes was Aaron Carter after seeing him on an episode of Disney Channel Show when he was little and then his first real crush in the fourth grade at 10 years on Devon Smith. Devon had jet-black hair, green eyes and soft skin. His favorite superhero was The Incredible Hulk. He was a little loud but sweet as honey, he called Tk adorable and cute. They played spiderman and hulk together during in door recess, Devon would share his treats during snack time, and they would push each other on the swing set.

Somehow, now Tk is sitting criss cross applesauce the lap of his boyfriend. They are full on making out. Tk does not know what do with his hands he tries to keep them still in his lap or by his sides. They end up on Alex’s face.

Tk is breathing hard, and his eyes are closed, and he starts getting uncomfortable and starts to squirm. His legs fell asleep and trying to wake them with it being noticeable. He feels like he is going to fall backwards. He wants to remind cool and collected and grown up.

Alex pulls away. He gives Tk a concerned and slightly weirded out look.  “Hi.”

Tk flushes. “Hi.”

“You, okay?”

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