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acourtofteasandfoxes · 6 days ago
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I just... I love the idea that the Foxes join Renee at church on occasion. All for different reasons, at different times.
Wymack is the first, obviously. He loves all of his Foxes, knows them deeply. Wymack is there with her every Sunday for nearly two months before she settles on a church and finds her place. He still shows on occasion, especially on weeks Renee has been particularly quiet.
Dan goes to squash their high school rivalry. They need to be a team and team members support each other. Dan is also the reason Matt goes for the first time. The girls use it as a test. They wanna see how whipped Matt is for Dan, but also if he'll be respectful. Dan says yes to a date when he asks later that night.
Betsy goes because Renee asks. It was brought up in therapy and Betsy goes without question. Abby joins them. They don't go again, but Betsy doesn't hesitate to discuss religion with Renee and Abby ducks her head anytime Renee prays.
Allison goes after Seth. She had been meaning to go, truly, Renee is her friend and she had been invited. But it doesn't happen until Seth dies. Allison Reynolds is searching for answers, and she wants so badly to find them in church pews and worship songs. Allison would only step foot in that church one more time, and it will be for Renee, not for answers.
Seth never goes before he dies. Renee did invite him, just as she did all the Foxes, but he laughed at the thought.
Nicky was raised religious. Arguably it makes the most sense for him to join Renee when she asks him. Nicholas Hemmick has never said no so fast in his life. The jokes he throws around about bursting into flames when he walks through the doors aren't all jokes. Nicholas Hemmick is scared of the God he once loved. It's not until Drake, and Christmas, and Balitmore, that he cracks. He catches Renee right before she walks in and she holds his hand, in the back pew, as he cries during the sermon. They sit there for an hour after everyone else has left. Renee is the only one who understands the way Nicky feels both healed and broken.
Aaron goes because Katelyn goes. Her and Renee talk about it, she asks Aaron to take her, and really? Dude is so whipped he wouldn't say no. Aaron will never admit it, but he actually really liked the choir. When he gets back to the dorm he looks up a few worship songs to listen to before games.
Andrew doesn't go to an actual Sunday service. He does, however, help Renee volunteer for the church ice cream social. They were short handed and she promised him unlimited ice cream scoops. The adults are scared of him. The children love him and it's absolutely not, could never be, because he is giving all of them double scoops of sprinkles. Much like Wymack, however, he joins on occasion if Renee's vibe feels off. He just never goes inside, choosing instead to smoke in the car as he waits for her.
Kevin is the one to ask Renee if he can join her. They're talking about religion in one of his history classes, it overlaps with Renee's religious studies class, and he's interested. He ends up going every Sunday that summer, gathering information for a project, interviewing people, including Renee. He gets an A on his project and gets invited to all the church's events after that. The little old ladies loved him.
Neil is the last to join. He respects Renee, enjoys her company, but church and large crowds? Sitting still for an hour? Being preached at about something he doesn't believe is real? He has exy, and Andrew, and better things to do with his time. It's his idea, however, when he finally does go.
Because Renee has graduated. She's graduated, is heading into the Peace Corps, and she's leaving the church. Leaving Palmetto. Kevin gets the invite, but it's Neil's idea. Off handed remarks that turn into a Thing. Because the Foxes don't do small.
When Renee is asked to stand, when she is asked to lead the church in prayer one last time, she looks out into the crowd and has to take a moment. Because there, in the back, is an entire pew dressed in Palmetto orange. Every single one of them is wearing her number.
Renee knows, in that moment, that God truly does exist.
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saintmeghanmarkle · 4 months ago
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The Parent Trap by u/Mickleborough
The Parent Trap Being curious as to exactly what was Meghan and Harry’s anti-cyber bullying initiative, I went to where angels fear to tread: the Archewell Foundation website.I won’t contaminate this post with screen shots - you’ll have to take my word. What does the Parents’ Network do?What’s the target group? The name and text refers to parents (although a couple of paragraphs inconsistently - and belatedly - mention caregivers as well). The overall impression is that this overlooks other child-adult relationships, namely children looked after by relatives or guardians.Briefly the aim seems to be this:’We [the Parents’ Network] act as a support network for other parents and caregivers whose children and families have been gravely impacted by social media harms.’In case this isn’t clear:’The Archewell Foundation and the network will work to unite and uplift parents and caregivers and systematically change the social media platforms that create a harmful and dangerous environment for young people around the world.’No, really, what does the Parents’ Network do?It appears to want to be an influence or pressure group. To what end? My guess is: censoring social media.Governments have implemented, or are the process of implementing, legislation dealing with online safety. So there’s no point campaigning for that.The website states: ‘It is time that social media companies improve their safety measures and that people in power hold them to account. Join us in adding your voice so we can no longer be ignored.’Some observations on content* The text is inconsistent: see example above. It also contains these statements which don’t make sense: ‘
these platforms should be a destination where young people can communicate, thrive and learn. Instead online spaces are designed to keep our children scrolling and waiting for the next notification, like or comment.’That’s comparing apples and oranges. Learning and socialising online are different things. And it promotes communication, but condemns forms of communication, viz ‘scrolling and waiting for the next notification, like or comment.’* In my opinion, the writing isn’t great. It’s not impactful; it reads like something written by a moderately talented high school student in the late 1980s. Using short sentences, complete with repeated words for emphasis, for impact and drama (’We share our stories. We share our resources. We take action. Together’) is dated. The practice now is to get the message across with succinct sentences, because people aren’t stupid.* Confusingly there’s a sentence that states: ‘In 2023 we were brought together by The Archewell Foundation.’Firstly - Who’s ‘we’? The landing page has the logos of The Archewell Foundation and of Parents’ Network - but didn’t the former begat the latter?Secondly - Sycophantic write-ups elsewhere mention that the Parents’ Network had a 2-year pilot / testing gestation. If so, what’s with 2023? Can someone not count? Or did the Parents’ Network start off like the birth of an illegitimate child in 2021, before being acknowledged by its parent in 2023?Fun ‘fact’: ‘Since inception, The Foundation has been working to find solutions to the rapidly escalating crisis in youth mental health.’ They’ve certainly kept this work quiet.On an irrelevant note - there are loads of Parents’ Networks: the [British] Army Parents’ Network, the Solihull Parents’ Network, [the Council of Europe] Parents’ Network - that must be why Meghan hasn’t trademarked the name.Link to a website of a proper foundation: The Royal Foundation for Early Childhood post link: https://ift.tt/J3fxSH4 author: Mickleborough submitted: August 05, 2024 at 10:13PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.
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chinesegal · 3 months ago
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I've got an idea to write a fantasy story featuring an abusive relationship which portrays the abuser in a sympathetic light. I took inspiration from a certain adult animated series which I felt portrayed abuse with no nuance, which I want to correct.There are two fairy folk royals-Brendan and Brynhild-who are in an arranged diplomatic marriage. Brendan is the great-grandnephew of queen Titania while Brynhild is a princess from a svartalf kingdom in Svartalfheim.Their royal houses were at war for centuries before making peace, and to seal the alliance their parents decided to marry their children. The marriage comes with a magical pact which stipulates that both parties have to appear like a perfect and happy couple in the eyes of fairy society.Unfortunately, Brendan and Brynhild turned out to be incompatible personality-wise, and both are essentially trapped in a loveless marriage where each has to live a lie, but they deal with it differently. While Brynhild is introverted and withdrawn, Brendan is a social butterfly-gregarious, affable and loves parties, though he uses them as a distraction from how lonely he feels, being unable to share his true feelings with anyone.From Brynhild's perspective she got the rougher end of the deal-she has to live outside of her home-realm Svartalfheim and was forced to adapt to a very different culture and environment. Her husband's cheerfulness grates on her nerves and she resents his outward happiness, so she takes it out on him through outburst of verbal and physical abuse.Later on, Brendan abducts two human children, replacing them with changelings to keep as company. He erased their memories of their human lives and made them believe that he is their father. He does feel real affection for them, but views them more like how a human would view a puppy than people.The children are the real protagonists of the story which will deal with them discovering their past, regaining their memories and trying to escape, aided by Brynhild who plans to use them to get rid of Brendan.Brendan and Brynhild were sort of stand-ins for Stella and Stolas from Helluva Boss, but if they were better-written in my opinion.The point I want to make is that both are massively flawed people who are that way because of the toxic environment.In my opinion, writing an abuser as a sympathetic character is a challenge because it challenges you to confront the idea that people who've done harmful things are still people and not monsters, which is something I feel is very mature, in contrast to Stella's characterization. As for Brendan, he's sympathetic but a horrible person too from a certain perspective, but for an understandable reason.He's selfish and cares the most about his own happiness without noticing what anyone else feels, has poor understanding of boundaries but isnt actively cruel so hes still more sympathetic than his wife.I want to add a touch of complexity to their abusive marriage by establishing that Brynhild has a more human sense of morality than Brendan. She is horrified with the idea of kidnapping children and brainwashing them, and genuinely wants to help the kids, not only out of a desire to get rid of her husband but true compassion.While sympathetic abusive characters have been done before, for example Beatrice Butterman from Bojack Horseman, I wonder if my choice to make Brynhild more morally upright in comparison to Brendan would be too much.I want to ask if its possible to write a story with an abuser who is not only shown in a sympathetic light, but also has good reasons for disliking their victim yet not being abuse apologism?I don't plan on excusing Brynhild's abuse itself, instead I intend to portray someone who is coping badly in a terrible situation.
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mari-the-hedgiewolf · 2 years ago
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Sprouting Friendships (Wanderer X Aranara! Reader)
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An Aranara's life was very simple in your eyes. Sure, you were safe in Vanarana (dream world), but you often wonder about Naras (humans) outside. Not the little Naras your fellow Aranaras interacted with, no. The adult Naras. The ones Araja and Arama warned you about.
But a seed, once stubbornly buried in the ground, won't change their minds as easily about their decisions.
So there you were, floating aimlessly near the river bank, between the Nara village Arana used to stay, close enough to the big Nara city, but away from any dangers of being hurt. Your Ararakalari (Aranara ability) wasn't strong enough to take down Big Iron Chunks (ruin guards) like Arabalika, but it was enough to help you escape if things got too dangerous. Amidst the green landscape, shades of blue caught your attention.
A big Nara, perhaps not as big as you imagined, resting under a sunsettia tree. Your first thought was to approach them right away, but you remembered that Nara can get scared easily if approached harshly. So you looked for another tree, picking what you thought was the best fruit before carefully walking towards them. Your instincts were right, they did jump a bit when you got closer, eyeing your form suspiciously. You extended your little hands carefully "Fruit. For Nara friend." you spoke, waiting for their reply. It didn't come in the form of words, but a hand extended slowly, taking the sunsettia, looking at it for a few moments before taking a bite.
Wanderer's POV:
Truth be told, he wasn't expecting a plant child (?) to approach him while resting from the strong sunlight near Sumeru city. It was supposed to be a quick break, but curiosity got the best of him. Why did it appear in front of him? If he's not mistaken, Aranaras were supposed to be creatures from children's stories, so why is one offering him fruit? Awkwardly, he reached out and took the sunsettia from the Aranara's hands, analyzing the fruit before biting into it. He was surprised when instead of that awfully sweet taste he's accustomed to, it had a slight tartiness to it.
He looked down at the Aranara, seeing an expectant look in its eyes, if that makes sense? It never blinked as far as he's aware. It never stopped smiling as well, it's a little unsettling. "It was . . . good. Thank you." He answered slowly, cringing internally from the positive response he just blurted it out that would make Nahida proud. It seemed to work, for the now flying cabbage flew and twirled around, satisfied. "You're welcome. If Nara friend ever needs company, Ara(y/n) is staying nearby" it said, before disappearing into the ground. ' . . . What a weird creature" he breathed out, shaking his head before adjusting his hat and returning to the city.
Making his way towards the Sanctuary of Surasthana, he took a deep breath before opening the gates, gaze set on the Dendro Archon's small form. "Oh! You're back. Usually you take a lot more time to return. Is there something on your mind?" she asked, patient, at least respecting his mental privacy this time. The Wanderer scoffed, crossing his arms in small defiance, like a child would when hesitating to tell something to his parents. "Let's say, hypothetically, a cabbage offered you fruit" he started, cheeks turning slightly red from embarrassment and sheer stupidity of his phrasing, hiding his features with his hat "What does it mean?" he finished, looking once more at his caretaker once his emotions calmed down.
Nahida's POV:
Nahida took a moment to analyze the Wanderer's question, index finger pressed lightly against her lips in contemplation. She wasn't aware he liked riddles, so she discarded the idea for now, looking at his phrase objectively. A cabbage offering fruit. A normal cabbage wouldn't be able to offer you fruit, for it doesn't have any limbs nor mouth to talk with. What would he consider a cabbage? It took a few moments before she reached a conclusion, smiling at him, slightly creeping the Anemo user. "Does the cabbage name starts with 'Ara' ? "
His shocked expression soon fell into his neutral one, letting his arms fall to his side. "Impressive. Seems nothing can escape the Dendro Archon's gaze." he told her, confirming her suspicions. "I'm quite familiar with Aranaras, yet this is the first time I heard of one approaching an 'adult human' on their own accord" she explained, curiosity blooming in her chest. However, she couldn't help the giggle that escaped from her lips as a familiar shape made its way towards her form, startling her helper.
Your POV:
"Queen Aranyani (Dendro Archon)!!" You exclaimed, jumping into her small arms, unable to contain your excitement. Curiosity got the best of you, so you decided to follow Nara friend into the big Nara city. Despite not being able to be seen, it still scared you a bit with how fast Naras moved from one place to another. Thankfully, you could reach Nara friend by using the tree branches, leading you to a house? It looks a bit like a house. And when you got inside, Queen Aranyani was there! So that's where she lives!!
"Hello there, little one. When did you come here?" she asked you softly "Ara(y/n) got curious, so Ara(y/n) followed Nara friend around!" you explained, Queen Aranyani nodding in understanding. "I understand, but you should be more careful next time. You could get hurt." she advised, patting your head softly "Ara(y/n) understands. Ara(y/n) will be more careful from now on." you promised Queen Aranyani. A confused voice interrupted your conversation. "Can someone explain to me what is going on?" Uh oh. Is Nara friend mad?
"This little Aranara got curious about you, so they started to follow you around. You should take care of them during their stay" Queen Aranyani proposed to him. You also wanted to stay with Nara friend. Maybe friend could turn into best friend! "Me? Being a plant's baby-sitter? Yeah, not happening." he refuted, turning his gaze away, making your leaves drop a little. "Hmmmm, how about this then? You take care of them for a few days, and I'll get that tea blend from Inazuma you were eyeing at the Grand Bazaar. How does that sound?"
Wanderer's POV:
Well now, it's hard to refuse such a simple request. Take care of a flying cabbage for a few days? Easy, right?
Apparently, when you give cabbage hands and legs, they tend to cause chaos anywhere they go. Just because most people can't see them, doesn't mean they're intangible, which causes people to 'trip on thin air', when in fact, there's a wild cabbage walking amongst them. The Wanderer couldn't help but snicker a few times when the lack of awareness from his small, plant companion managed to domino their way into trouble.
Would he be scolded by Lesser Lord Kusanali? Yes. Was it worth it? Absolutely yes. 
He wouldn't admit it, but this kind of mundane lifestyle. He missed this. "Nara Wanderer, Ara(y/n) didn't mean to cause trouble to other Naras" here they come, small hands covering their face, leaves trembling in nervousness. He sighed, patting their head softly "They're just stupid to not notice you. Ignore them" he said, his poor attempt to console them working "Nara Wanderer doesn't mind Ara(y/n)?" they asked, making him stare at them, lost in his own thoughts for a moment. "Your company is . . . way better than some humans out there." he admitted, making Ara(y/n) twirl and spin around them, causing a small smile to grace his features.
Lesser Lord Kusanali, watching from the distance, smiled as well, for this small seed would soon bloom into an unlikely friendship.
(Sometimes, you have a stupid but funny idea and you need to write it down, alright?- It remained as pure brainrot ever since I finished the 3.3 Archon Quest and Aranara Quest-)
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couchwow · 11 months ago
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slaker final design
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okay let's explain him from the top.
slaker is NOT your average spider, which is obvious, not only does he walk on two legs but there is no such thing as a sleepy-mane spider. sleepy-mane spiders are special spiders that can last up to 15 years as adults and survive many dangerous situations such as space and water, extreme temperatures, and human environments.
the males are mostly the ones that are stronger and last longer due to their hunting skills, which is why slaker (born 12 minutes ago) was abducted from his nest by scientists looking to create super soldiers. for years he has been tortured for 2 years for years with 2 years for years to the point he has become humanoid and crazy and nuts for 2 years (29 years total).
he escaped with the help of children sneaking in after a field trip, he killed 15 criminals, stole three clothing items, and crashed a bus into a cave. children, being children, heard of the rumor that a class collectively stuck into a facility to free the spider and tried to make themselves a part of it by lying about knowing the dude, some even going as far as to enter the cave where he crashed to find him.
the children who went to find slaker were injured (and possibly gay, says kris2011) but they did get to meet slaker, he was nice enough to heal them back to full health and, as long as they promised to not tell anyone about him, let them go.
as for slaker himself, he adapted to his new life, being 29 years old in human years and 2 years old in spider years. due to the experiments his life span has been multiplied by 2000 (10000 years in total) and he has basically become invincible, he has also developed a hatred for anything science related and a protective sense against adults. he sometimes will hide children from their parents if they consent to being hidden or feel stressed.
slaker is pretty much similar to sans in a sense, except he isn't known to kill a child millions of times, he is a chill person and he isn't very fond of activities unless they involve food of sort. he is the type of guy to look at a cash prize and turn it down for a chicken wing. he is very humble, always looking out for those who need it, but he is not afraid to punch someone in the face.
slaker lives in the crashed bus, in a cave that always happens to have wind storms inside, which is why he gives safety to those who fall in vulnerable to the cold. he also is fond of pans and non-alcoholic beer.
extra details (some facts about the spiders too):
his voice is deep and sort of sick sounding, like a roblox slender except they sound barrable
his fur is dark red but due to age some parts of his fur have gotten brighter
male sleepy-mane spiders do not make webs, instead, they hunt for meat, usually cave-pigs
the males usually abandon the nest after maturing (which takes about 2 days)
the females can produce webs and use them, along with twigs and soft materials found in caves, to make nests
sleepy-mane spiders are not anthropomorphic, slaker was just changed to be humanoid
a child, with a name unknown, is dropped off at slaker's cave frequently, it annoys slaker but he enjoys the boy's company
sleepy-mane spider eggs are not related to each other, family trees and such do not exist, and neither do mothers and fathers
to make more eggs, the youngs rub on each other to share genes and produce "egg juice" which is red
if no males are present, the females must search for a male to rub against or rub against each other as a last resort
if no females are present, the males must find a female to rub against or rub against each other as a last resort
males dig holes instead of making webs
slaker will go feral if taken to a modern scientific lab or research facility or anything similar to his jail cell due to his trauma
slaker's favorite show is "Lilo & Stitch: the series"
slaker will unferal if he encounters an innocent child
slaker is not interested in love of any kind unless platonic
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byneddiedingo · 1 year ago
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Ellar Coltrane in Boyhood (Richard Linklater, 2014)
Cast: Ellar Coltrane, Patricia Arquette, Ethan Hawke, Lorelei Linklater, Libby Villari, Marco Perella, Brad Hawkins, Jamie Howard, Andrew Villarreal, Jenni Tooley, Richard Andrew Jones, Karen Jones, Bill Wise. Screenplay: Richard LInklater. Cinematography: Lee Daniel, Shane F. Kelly. Production design: Rodney Becker. Film editing: Sandra Adair. 
Academy voters had essentially two choices for best picture of 2014, not that there weren't six other nominees, two of them, The Grand Budapest Hotel (Wes Anderson) and Whiplash (Damien Chazelle), quite worthy of the honor. But Birdman (Alejandro Gonzålez Iñårritu) and Boyhood were the front-runners, in large part because they took great risks. In addition to an often surreal approach to its subject matter, Birdman was filmed to give the illusion that most of it was one continuous take -- even though the narrative was not necessarily continuous. And Boyhood was filmed over the course of 12 years, as its protagonist, Mason (Ellar Coltrane), went from the age of 6 to 18 years old. Faced with two such groundbreaking but inimitable films, the Academy chose poorly: It went for the flashy technique of Birdman instead of the profoundly revealing story of the pressures a child faces in the process of growing up. But it's not just Mason's story, it's also that of his mother (Patricia Arquette), his sister (Lorelei Linklater), and his father (Ethan Hawke). Arquette deservedly won a supporting actress Oscar, but Hawke (who was nominated) also demonstrated the remarkable ability to adapt his persona over the extended filming time. The divorced parents face pressures, too: the mother the more immediate one of becoming a single parent and then making disastrously wrong choices as she remarries, the father the long-term one of remaining a presence in the lives of his children. He seems to have it easier than his ex-wife does, but every time Hawke re-appears in the film, he beautifully communicates the sense of having lost something precious. Like his son, he grows, shedding his fecklessness and irresponsibility, just as Mason learns to sift through the continuous barrage of advice from adults and find the wisdom to become his own person. I don't know of any film that so tenderly presents what the quotidian is like, without resorting to melodramatic crisis at its turning points. The only other films I can even compare it to are François Truffaut's The 400 Blows (1959) and Satyajit Ray's Aparajito (1956), which take place in harsher milieus than the Texas towns and cities in which Linklater sets Boyhood. But even though that world is milder and more familiar than the places in France and India where Truffaut and Ray set their films, Boyhood reveals how the world shapes us -- or as Linklater puts it at the end of his film, "the moment seizes us" -- as well as those films do. I think it's a treasure that belongs in their august company.
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dailyrandomwriter · 2 years ago
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Day 220
Over two weeks ago I finished the game Lil Gator Game, which is best described as an exploration collectathon game. By collectathon, I mean a game where you collect things (like friends), or do a task (like whack all the pretend monsters scattered around the island).
The game was released in December last year and was made by MegaWobble. It’s about a little alligator (think of this in the vein of like Little Bear or any child’s story you might have read involving animal characters) who used to play pretend hero games with his big sister. At the point the game really starts, his sister has grown up and has returned from college for Fall break. The lil gator wants to play with his sister like old times but she’s too busy with her school project.
So what is a lil gator to do?
Why gather his friends (and make new ones) in an attempt to create a pretend hero game so elaborate that surely she would want to join in of course! The game is spent running around a large island, fulfilling quests of other children playing in order to have them join your fantasy town and fighting cardboard monsters scattered around. I enjoyed it, the children were delightful with all their quirky quests and personalities. It was fun running around the island hitting monsters and exploring. 
When @wereah watched me play we joked about how there was no adult supervision and why were these children allowed to climb up to ridiculous heights? While the children were clearly playing pretend, there is some sense of fantastical imagination at the idea of having free run of an island without an adult interfering. It reminded me of some of the play pretend I had done as a child, such as pretending that acorns were currency and you could make houses in a forest.
I had enjoyed the game so much that instead of just staying in my first play through to finish getting everything, I started a new game to see if I could get everything before going to the town to complete the game. The game isn’t long, 4 hours if you really push to complete the main quest line, and about 6 hours if you try to get everything. The end game does offer two new items in order to get everything (friends and monsters), which is nice. I managed to find all the friends on my second go around, but not all the monsters and treasure.
It had taken me a while to write this despite finishing the game over two weeks ago because I had finished the game and became unintentionally salty about Pokemon Scarlet and Violet. I actually never finished my Pokemon game, in the end I just couldn’t bring myself to care enough to do so. Lil Gator Game is not a mechanically complex game, but Pokemon, like Lil Gator Game is also technically a collectathon game. Yet the difference in how much I enjoyed the two games is very different and I had to spend a bit sounding off to @wereah trying to figure out why. Why I cared about a small game that only took a few hours, but not enough for a large game that had this huge world, and all these people and all these places to explore.
Honestly, it’s probably not fair to compare the two games, they have very different scopes, but at some point I will probably talk about Pokemon Sun and Moon, because I think what I really want out of a Pokemon game is very different than what Game Freak and the Pokemon Company thinks their demographic wants out of these games.
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raraeavesmoriendi · 2 years ago
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corporations et. al have made technology so hard to access for seniors and I’m grinding my teeth about it
my parents are in their sixties, and my octogenarian grandma lives with them. I just spent almost an hour on facetime with my mom trying to help her connect to her new router, because as little of a tech person as I consider myself, it might as well be literal greek to her. she hasn’t totally checked out from the world like a lot of people do at her age, she’s tried to stay current with new tech and its functions, but the way big companies have things set up now, it’s hard for her to learn how to fix problems or even to understand what’s going on, because a lot of the time, they’ve purposefully made it so there’s as little insight to the process as possible.
her wi-fi kicked it, so she called the company as one does, and when she told them what model router she had, they were like “that’s too old, why didn’t you have that changed out?” well, how the fuck was she supposed to know, when no one’s ever given any indication of this?
then they switched the router out and the wi-fi still doesn’t work, so the tech comes back and says “oh, it’s a problem with an external line” - again, how is she supposed to know? she’s worked from home for years now, this was her livelihood until very recently, and her ability to do anything was just contingent on tech entirely outside her control.
I’ve tried to get around this the best I could since I moved out; on purpose, my mom and I have the same model phone and basically the same laptop, so I know exactly where to tell her to find things when she needs help. I run software updates for my entire family whenever I’m home. she’s not tech illiterate (that’s my grandma), but she has a harder time understanding how things work than I do because I’m just used to it in a way she never will be, because she didn’t grow up with it like I did.
that said, I was still having an awful time sitting a state away and googling everything I knew how to figure out how to troubleshoot her connection issue, which according to several discussion boards seems to be an issue unique to our laptops (thanks apple), and it just made me realize how helpless older people have been made to feel. I might have an idea for how to fix something, but if there’s even a minimum difference between my software ui and hers, she’s going to be extremely gun shy about navigating it due to her own lack of information. I might be able to pull up a work-around, but I have no way to explain it to her in any way it would make sense to her unless I’m able to sit there and click through menus for her. even if I sent her the written instructions, she’d still be stuck.
my grandma’s using a phone that’s probably a decade old at this point because it’s the only one she knows how to use, and she refuses to get another. it’s her only lifeline to her living sister, and what remaining family she has back home. she’s terrified of doing something wrong no matter how many times I go over it with her (having somehow managed to delete everything on it once already, and I still don’t know how). if she were home alone and the internet went out, she’d be totally unable to fix it on her own.
Idk, I know planned obsolescence and keeping people dependent consumers and all that, but for something that’s an incredibly vital part of everyone’s lives now, no one who’s been designing any of this seems to have considered it from the perspective of someone who’s new to a lot of how these systems work, or has access problems (my gran is hard of hearing and has bad eyesight). I’m sure that’s all part of the big machine’s plan, but it’s immensely frustrating that the very capable woman who raised two children mostly by herself feels like she has to have her adult kid there for support instead of being able to fix something so necessary with her own know-how.
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whitewolfofwinterfell · 7 years ago
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Adults play teenagers coz they don’t want filming to be delayed due to mandatory school hours and breaks. The adults can work all day and night if they have to
Yeah, that makes sense and I do get why that might mean companies opt for adult actors instead of child actors, but in my opinion, it’s not a valid reason for casting adults to play children’s parts. 
In most cases authors or writers that create a story with the main characters as children, write it that way for a specific purpose. Take Harry Potter as an example. The fact that Harry, Hermione, Ron and a large portion of the other main characters were children was so integral to the entire story based on the simple fact it’s set in a school. Just imagine if they hadn’t of cast actual 11 year old’s to play Harry, Ron and Hermione and chose adults in their 20â€Čs to play them instead. I can’t even imagine how terrible that would’ve been. We were supposed to see these characters grow up from children to adults, to understand how horrendous it was that the weight of the world was thrust onto their shoulders (particularly Harry as The Chosen One), when in reality they were just children.
Another example would be The Hunger Games. The reason why The Hunger Games as a concept is so mortifying and horrific is because it’s children that are chosen to take part. Admittedly, Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson were adults when they played Katniss and Peeta (although younger looking adults, particularly Jennifer in the later films. There were times when she actually looked like she could’ve been 17), but at least the others e.g. Rue actually looked like young children. You just can’t take away the children from this story without completely damaging the entire message and overriding theme Suzanne Collins wanted to create.
Game of Thrones is similar to this. I discovered the show before I read the books and when I first found out exactly how old the characters were supposed to be I was shocked. In the first book Daenerys is around 13 years old yet on the show in season 1 she’s 17 and played by a 23 year old. In the case of Jon, he’s 14 in the book and 16 in season 1 (don’t even get me started on how stupid that is) and he was played by a 23 year old (you can see all the ages here if you’re interested). The problem with this is that we’re completely deluded by watching the show because despite being told they’re supposed to be 16/17 years old, we physically see fully grown adults and that changes the impact of everything they say and do. Robb being Lord of Winterfell and commanding an army at 15 years old is a lot more disturbing and hard-hitting than watching it happen on the show where we see a fully bearded man in his 20â€Čs. Daenerys being pregnant at 13 years old with Drogo’s baby is a lot more concerning than seeing a 23 year old woman being pregnant on the show. Do you see what I mean?  The GOT universe is set in the medieval period so the fact that children of highborn families were expected to lead should anything happen to their fathers, were forced into marriage and expected to have children as soon as they started their period, was totally normal. The problem is that in casting adults to play the parts of children, none of this is accurately portrayed on the show and much like The Hunger Games, it completely changes the reality of the universe G.R.R Martin created.
And of course, there’s Stranger Things. A huge part of why it’s so widely loved is because it’s one of the only shows (to my recollection) that actually has children forming the basis of the main cast. People love to see that, not only because it’s amazing to see how talented child actors are but because, why should child actor’s only be reserved for children’s TV? Being a child is as much a part of life as being an adult and regardless of what age we are we all remember being a child and it makes us feel nostalgic. When I watch Stranger Things, despite the dark themes, I just can’t help but smile because it reminds me of being a child and also because there’s an innocence and fun spirit in children that adults lack.
I don’t have as much of a problem with adults playing older teenagers that are 17/18, which is commonly how it’s done within TV. A lot of the time in American high-school dramas adults in their 20â€Čs or 30â€Čs are cast to play 17/18 year old’s. That can be okay, but they should be as close to the age of the character as possible (e.g. 18-20 year old’s should play 17 year olds) or they should look younger than they are. Nina Dobrev is a perfect example here. Nina Dobrev was 20 in season one of TVD and Elena was supposed to be 17. Although you could tell Nina was slightly older than 17 she still easily passed for being 17 because she was a young looking 20 year old. However, Damon was supposed to be 21 during season 1 when Ian was 31 years old. That’s a 10 year age gap between Damon and Ian in comparison to 3 year age gap between Elena and Nina. Bearing in mind, that Ian was also playing the part of a vampire who wasn’t supposed to age and your 30â€Čs is probably one of the decades in your life where you visibly start to age (just compare how Ian looks in 1x01 to 8x16 and you’ll realise just how much he aged across the 8 seasons). Whenever I watched Damon on screen I always felt like I was witnessing a 30 year old man which is why I could never quite get to grips with his behaviours because they were those of an 18 year old not a 30 year old.
I think it’s taken for-granted just how much impact the age of an actor/actress playing a character can have. It totally changes people’s perception of that character and of the story as a whole, particularly in the case of a story like Game of Thrones. But also, like I said in the tags on my post, it can be quite damaging for young teenagers that watch these shows and then compare themselves and their lives to these characters that are an unrealistic depiction of what it’s like to be a teenager. For a long time as a teenager I was so insecure whenever I watched Pretty Little Liars, because they were all absolutely stunning, they always looked perfect, they had long legs, amazing bodies that were slim and curvaceous, gorgeous clothes, lovely make-up, they all had serious relationships with attractive, successful people that adored them and I would sit there and think, “What’s wrong with me?” And I’m sure I’m not the only person who has felt like that when watching a show and it can be really damaging to young people.
In television, film and media generally, representation is so important. Characters should represent real people that are all unique and individual, but if you actually look at shows how often can you truly say a character is a true reflection of what it’s like to be a real person? And for teenagers and young adults, who probably constitute a large portion of the audiences watching these kind of shows, it’s so important that they see other teenagers that are like them. 
As I also mentioned in my tags, I find that British shows are a lot more realistic and honest in their portrayals of teenagers and young adults, but I’m probably biased because I’m British myself so I probably relate to them more because of that. So shows such as Skins, My Mad Fat Diary, The Inbetweeners, Misfits, Fresh Meat, Bad Education and Shameless all show young characters that are completely relatable and realistic. 
I’m a big believer of pictures speaking a thousand words, so I’m going to end this with some comparisons of casts for young British shows vs young American shows and hopefully you’ll see what I mean. 
Misfits and Teen Wolf
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My Mad Fat Diary and The Vampire Diaries
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Bad Education and Gossip Girl
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Fresh Meat and 90210
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The Inbetweeners and One Tree Hill
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Shameless UK and Shameless US 
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thecreaturecodex · 3 years ago
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Psammead
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Image © Wayne Barlowe
[Hey, a monster Barlowe illustrated from a book I’ve actually read! Of course, I last read Five Children and It when I was in single digits, but still. There have been a lot of filmed adaptations and spinoffs, but none of them have the psammead actually look like it does in the book. Most of them go for a more ET ugly-cute vibe, and all of them cut out the eyestalks, which is what I remember most vividly from my childhood.
Picking a CR for the psammead was somewhat of a challenge. In the book, there’s zero indication that It is a combatant, but creatures that can grant wishes, no matter how temporary, are typically mid-to-high CR. Although I toyed with giving It studied combat, the image of It slitting throats with its claws would probably make E. Nesbitt roll over in her grave. Instead, I took a page from the nereid’s book and gave it a powerful summoning ability. In the original, It talks about how he used to grant wishes to dinosaurs, which usually entailed food, so that seemed thematically more appropriate.]
Psammead CR 8 LN Fey This small strange creature is roughly mammalian, with fur and whiskers. It has eyes set on long, mobile stalks and oversized, bat like ears. Its body is pot-bellied, with long limbs—the arms are somewhat longer than the legs.
Psammeads are also called “sand fairies”, but their appearance is rather startlingly different from more traditional fairies. They are ancient, able to hibernate for literally millions of years beneath the sand. Their primary pastime is granting wishes, which they do with the full knowledge that such effects are temporary. When granting wishes, a psammead swells up like a balloon, as their tiny bodies are not used to containing such magical power. Psammeads usually use their wish-granting abilities in order to teach didactic lessons, and are known to twist the wishes in an uncharitable direction in order to achieve these goals. As they are immune to magical mind control and quite stubborn regardless, attempting to coerce a psammead into granting a wish it doesn’t want to is a fool’s errand.
A psammead has extraordinarily keen senses, and can use a combination of vibrations, echolocation and scent to detect almost all foes. Psammeads are physically weak, but magically strong, and avoid combat whenever possible. If enemies persist in pursuing them, a psammead will summon primeval beasts and earth elementals to defend itself. 
Although they are commonly found on beaches, psammeads hate water. They are vulnerable to cold and prone to hypothermia when getting wet, and so stay well above the high tide line. Psammeads are happier in deserts, where they may socialize with other desert fey such as hiderigami. They date back to an era when mammals laid eggs as a matter of course, and do so on the rare occasions they see fit to reproduce. Psammeads tend to a friendly, but somewhat condescending, attitude, and prefer the company of children to adults and solitude to either.
Psammead         CR 8 XP 4,800 LN Tiny fey Init +8; Senses blindsight 30 ft., low-light vision, Perception +18, tremorsense 60 ft. Defense AC 24, touch 21, flat-footed 17 (+2 size, +4 Dex, +1 dodge, +4 insight, +3 natural) hp 91 (14d6+42) Fort +7, Ref +13, Will +13 DR 10/cold iron; Immune charm, compulsion effects; SR 19 Defensive Abilities insightful defense; Weakness vulnerable to cold Offense Speed 15 ft., burrow 10 ft. Melee 2 claws +13 (1d4-2) Space 2 Âœ ft.; Reach 0 ft. Spell-like Abilities CL 14th, concentration +18 Constant—speak with animals 3/day—stone tell, summon nature’s ally VI, temporary wish Statistics Str 7, Dex 18, Con 17, Int 18, Wis 19, Cha 18 Base Atk +7; CMB +9; CMD 24 Feats Alertness, Defensive Combat Training, Dodge, Improved Initiative, Nimble Moves, Stealthy, Weapon Finesse Skills Bluff +18, Diplomacy +18, Escape Artist +22, Knowledge (arcana, history) +14, Knowledge (geography, nature) +18, Linguistics +15, Perception +30, Sense Motive +22, Sleight of Hand +18, Spellcraft +18, Stealth +30, Swim -2; Racial Modifiers +8 Perception Languages Aklo, Sylvan, Terran, 11 others, speak with animals SQ primeval summoning Ecology Environment any deserts or coastlines Organization solitary Treasure incidental Special Abilities Insightful Defense (Ex) A psammead adds its Wisdom modifier to its Armor Class, including its touch and flat-footed Armor Class. A psammead only loses this ability if it is helpless. Primeval Summoning (Ex) A psammead draws its summoned creatures from a special list. With its spell-like abilities, it can summon a CR 5 or 6 elemental, dinosaur or other prehistoric animal, 1d3 CR 3 or 4 elementals, dinosaurs or other prehistoric animals, and 1d4+1 CR 2 or lower elementals, dinosaurs or other prehistoric animals. Elemental summoned in this fashion must have the earth subtype. Temporary Wish (Sp) Up to three times per day, a psammead can grant a wish for another creature (it cannot make wishes for itself). This functions as a wish spell, except that any objects or effects directly created by the wish disappear at the next sunset. For example, if a mortal wishes for a magic sword, the sword disappears at sunset, but anyone killed by that sword does not return to life. If any spell effects are generated by one of these wishes, the save DC is 22. This is treated as an 8th level spell.
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jacqcrisis · 3 years ago
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Post about Zeke's past and the place he came from. You can ignore if you want cause it's mostly for me to flesh things out and under it's a read more due to completely expected length:
The community Zeke hales from is one of hundreds around the world, each of which are separate and different from each other, but operating similarly. Changelings, given their appearance, have always had a difficult time integrating into human society, even in cities with a high magical population so as civilization has modernized, they've isolated themselves to survive. It's easier to hide away and live undisturbed, abandoning the old way of life for safety and the longevity of their species. While not everyone of them does this, at one point about 90% of the changeling population could be found in these pocket communities, though this number has been decreasing.
They generally settle in small multi-family groups in heavily wooded places or areas generally undisturbed by people, and live a low tech, antiquated lifestyle. These settlements are usually outlined in warding and concealing spells made by local witches in order to keep them from being found by the unmagical populace. Often, U.S. changelings will have a handful of communal masking charms (also maintained by witches) to masquerade as Amish or Mennonites to keep up appearances and sell goods to earn some income to help pay for things. They heavily rely on hunting and animal husbandry, though they aren't above 'taking the opportunity' if an unsuspecting hiker or some reps from some company comes round looking for cheap land.
The flipside of this is the kind of cult-like mentality that creeps in with what is viewed as necessary isolation. There’s the constant talk of being despised by most of the rest of the world, of how this is how they to live for their own wellbeing, of how by going out into the world opens you to poverty and hunger and sickness and misery and even death as the outside is no longer a place where you can thrive as a changeling. Sermons at churches often remind their congregates that other supernatural peoples like them who have have been culled by the Fae for being too much of a burden. Safety is found only in these tight knit communities, and you, as a member of one, have a duty, a debt to your people and need to work hard and act to the highest moral standard for the good of your family.
And Zeke comes from a larger one of these little pockets of changelings out in Southern Tennesee. He was never unaware of the rest of the world as changeling children do not have the extra teeth, instead having an adolescent membrane over their cheeks. Due to this, he and other kids would go into town to help the charm-wearing adults to sell goods and purchase materials when necessary. 
Which are fond memories for him. He liked sneaking away and looking through the town they'd sell stuff in. He liked the other children who’d show him their gameboys. He liked the candy old people would give sneak him when his guardians weren’t looking, even if it hurt his stomach.
Of course, all that stops when his teeth grow in during puberty. He tries to get back out, but since he’s still in his early teens, they can’t trust him with one of the charms. Zeke hates it, wants that sense of freedom he gets when he's out in town back but this isn’t alone enough to make him want to leave as there is safety and food in the commune and its the only life he’s known but-
Anything other than heterosexual behavior is excessively prohibited in most of these places. There’s an emphasis on having children as part of that owed debt, on keeping their people going as changelings have a limited window of fertility and a high infant mortality rate. If you aren’t in a productive relationship committed to the safety and the nuturing of the next generation, then you aren’t being useful, you aren’t paying back your debt, and you are fundamentally useless. The punishment for this transgression can be wide ranging, different at each commune, but its never good and Zeke's known since he was very young he wasn't into girls in any respect, a secret he's kept very close to heart.
And his timer is ticking. At 17, he’ll be shipped off to another state across the country to a completely different commune to whatever bride had been decided for him. Maybe it’ll be better there, maybe it won’t, but what he is certain of is that he’ll be miserable if he's forced into this kind of lifestyle, even if it's to save his own skin. This becomes especially clear after he starts hanging out with a boy named Marcus when he’s 14. 
Marcus is a year older than him and he’s very much like Zeke. Its this fact that has them spending more and more time together as Marcus confides in Zeke after he finds the older boy hiding away in a barn and crying over his future. At the time, Zeke had sat down next to him, calmly grabbed his hand as he put his head on Marcus’ shoulder, and told him he was the same. 
They were almost inseparable for two years following, secreting away and meeting at night to talk and hang out. There were moments of intimacy, obviously, being two teenage boys in a rather restrictive society, but it wasn’t so much of an emotional connection they had, rather one out of necessity. At least on Zeke’s end, he isn't in love with this boy but it does show him something he wants very badly, and something he'll never get if he stays.
Marcus is the one who brings up the idea of running away together which is met with some hesitation from Zeke. Where will they go? How will they eat? How will they do anything? You hear stories of changelings living outside of their people and it sounds horrible. They get sick all the time, they starve, they get thrown in prison for existing, they get murdered for getting seen by the sweetmeats, for being a problem...
It takes a while, but Marcus assuages his worries with a plan. His mom has a key to where they keep the charms, two of which would last them at least a year or two before they run out of juice, and by then they’ll have figured something out. Besides, would he rather be forcibly sent off to a new commune where he can’t be who he is for fear of possible harm or would he rather take his chance at freedom and happiness on his own terms? At that, Zeke relunctantly agrees, and they plan on leaving two months before Marcus is scheduled to be traded off. 
Someone must have found them out, or at, least, found Marcus out because one morning a few weeks later, Zeke wakes up to his friend being loaded into a white van. They tell him its because of scheduling conflicts necessitating the earlier trade off, but Zeke has his suspiscions and he watches that van drive away, unable to do anything. He couldn’t even say goodbye. 
He’s never been someone to upset people or do much of his own volition up until this point, but after losing the only person who understood him, a fire is lit under him. Within a week, he’s stolen enough cash to get him somewhere and a charm to be used as sparingly as possible to converse the magic in it. He doesn’t have a plan or a destination in mind, doesn’t even know much about the US outside of his little bubble, but it doesn’t really matter.
The night before he leaves, he spends it with his mother as she does her chores, some part of him almost wanting her to stop him. She notices he’s in a strange mood and hugs him, stating that she’s sorry his friend had to leave so early, figuring that is the source of his listlessness. He hugs her back and asks if she’ll miss him when he’s gone, to which she, mixing the implication for another, answers of course, but she’s known he’d leave someday ever since he was born, and she’ll be happy no matter where he ends up so long as he finally finds ‘his place’ there and does what he needs to to best serve his new family.
Zeke doesn’t leave a note. He just packs up his clothes and leaves while everyone is asleep. If anyone comes looking for him, he'll never know, long gone before the people of his community realize he's gone.
And 10 years later, hundreds of miles away and settled into a life far and beyond anything he'd ever known, the idea that someone from his past could find him some day is something he refuses to consider.
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brawltogethernow · 3 years ago
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@mirrorfalls​ submitted: Came across this while searching for James Bond’s scrambled-eggs recipe (long story). Your thoughts?
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But did you find James Bond’s scrambled eggs recipe?
In this article, Scocca laments his inability to find accessible, lighthearted superhero comics suitable to read with his young son, while also demonstrating a mysterious aversion to looking at DC and Marvel’s lines of comics for children, which is where the accessible, lighthearted superhero comics suitable for reading with young children are. He wants his elementary schooler to be able to safely have the run of all superhero media so he doesn’t have to touch the yucky baby books.
This is not an industry-wide crisis. This is just one dude who got paid to write an article where he accidentally exposed one of his personal hangups.
The child headed toward the trade paperbacks of Marvel and D.C. superhero titles on the side wall [
] a few steps in front of me. [
] Is he with you? a clerk asked me. I said he was. You know, the clerk said, we have a kids’ section. The clerk gestured backward, at a few shelves near the entrance. I said, Thanks, we know and tried throwing in a little shrug, as the kid kept going.
You can’t just turn a seven-year-old child loose in a comic-book store to look at the superhero comic books. [
] My seven-year-old really wanted to see that last Avengers movie [
] that is, he wished it were a movie he could see, but he understood that it was, instead, a movie designed to scare and sadden him—a movie actively hostile to people like him.
They have a children’s section. Because comics are a medium suitable for stories for everybody, and they are sold in comic book shops, which have sections, like bookstores. You can use this organization to find books that you know in advance are suitable for children. What goes in that category is determined by industry professionals. This area will be bigger the bigger the shop is. These comics are not lower quality that titles from the main lines. They are actually slightly better-written on average.
Your local comic book shop has considerately wrapped Empowered in a plastic bag, so your child will not be drawn in by a colorful superhero and accidentally read a graphic scene. If you think your kid might find a memoir about internment camps upsetting, it is your job to notice them picking up They Called Us Enemy and read the blurb on the back before you let them have it. This comic adults are meant to read is in a comic book shop because that is where comics are sold. Not every public place is supposed to be Disneyland.
Movies have ratings systems. If you do not want your child to watch a PG-13 movie, you will find that most superhero cartoons are for children. They are about the same characters. Some are quite good! I really enjoyed Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Your child may like Avengers Assemble. At least I think that’s right. I’m always mixing those titles around.
This is a deeply weird bias for Scocca to casually demonstrate, because he identifies in the article that real childishness is striving for empty maturity.
He compares an old comic,
[
]a 1966 Spider-Man comic in which Spider-Man meets, fights, and defeats the Rhino; participates in a running argument between John Jameson and J. Jonah Jameson about his heroism; buys a motorcycle; breaks up with his first girlfriend, Betty Brant; flirts with Gwen Stacy; and reluctantly agrees to let Aunt May take him to meet her friend Mrs. Watson’s niece, Mary Jane.
and a new comic,
[
]a 21st century comic book in which Thor, brooding in a Katrina-destroyed New Orleans, beats up Iron Man. He also yells at Iron Man a lot about some incomprehensibly convoluted set of grievances, including involuntary cloning, that he believes Iron Man perpetrated against him while he was dead(?), and then summons some other Norse god from the beyond somehow for reasons having something to do with real estate. I think. Where the 1966 comic is zippy and fun and complete, the whole contemporary one is muddled and lugubrious and seems to constitute a tiny piece of a seemingly endless plot arc—simultaneously apocalyptic and inert.
and concludes that the edgier comic is actually less mature. This is true. (This is not news about mediocre comics.)
It also has nothing to do with either comic being child-friendly, the article’s nominal thesis, except in the sense that ASM #41 (yes, I eyeballed that from that summary, yes I am just showing off now) is better written, making it more everyone-friendly. It also has practically more space dedicated to word balloons than art and is about a college student juggling girl problems and a part-time job with a tyrannical boss. But the immature one, as Scocca points out, is dour.
These are both teenagery issues, separated only by quality. It’s true that lots of new comics published by the big 2 are bad in the specific way Scocca describes here, taking themselves too seriously and hauled down by associated stories instead of buoyed by them. Some are not! Some titles from these companies’ main continuities are zippy, contained, and child friendly. Give your child The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl! Or if you like vintage comics so much better, why don’t you
buy some?
The books on the kid’s rack are good and fun and totally suitable for parents to read with their children without wanting to scoop their eyeballs out. Scocca cites the Batman ‘66 comics as the brightly colored, tightly written all ages solution to his problem about sharing superhero stories with his son. My local comic shop stores this title in the kid’s section. I am glad that Scocca’s does not, as he seems to have a peculiar aversion to looking for comics to read with his son there.
Scocca cites Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse as a superhero movie he could watch with his kids. (I was surprised when this line made it sound like he has several. I don’t want to assume the other one isn’t in this article because they’re a girl, but I very much am assuming that.) Great! Go to the kid’s section and look for Marvel Adventures: Spider-Man. It’s a fun, zippy title directly inspired by ITSV where Miles, Gwen, and Peter superhero together. It’s much more tightly written than most of the various Spider-Verse comics, which are ambitiously messy ubercrossovers. You may not want to give those to children because they include murder and so on, but also you just have the choice between the two as an adult reader deciding how much continuity you want to deal with. Adventures is one of the only titles I would buy on sight before corona. The kid comic rack is a reliable place to take a break from How Comics Get Sometimes regardless of how old you are.
This article makes me feel quarrelsome. Maybe it’s that it doesn’t seem like exploration of a single idea so much as a loosely grouped bundle of things to kvetch about. Maybe it’s that the experience of getting into superheroes that Scocca describes experiencing, projects his seven-year-old son will experience, and from which he extrapolates a metaphorical microcosm of the history of the genre is completely alien to me.
Comic books [and] comic-book movies—are [
] trapped in their imagined audience’s own awful passage from childhood to adolescence. A seven-year-old has a clean [
] appreciation of superheroes. They like hero comics because the comics have heroes: bold, strong, vividly colored good guys to fight off the bad guys and make the world safe.
But seven-year-olds stop being seven. [
] They become 13-year-olds, defensively trying to learn how to develop tastes about tastes.
The 13-year-old wants many things from comics, but the overarching one is that they want to prove that they’re not some seven-year-old baby anymore. They want gloomy heroes, miserable heroes, heroes who would make a seven-year-old feel bad. (Also boobs. They want boobs.)
Not because of the boobs line, although that does illicit an eyeroll that this gloomy thinkpiece is fretting over preserving the superhero experience of little boys who resemble the little boy the writer was while casually dismissing everyone else. I was one of those unlikable little seven-year-olds with a college reading level and the impression that maintaining it was the crux of my worth. I only read Books - distinguished media you could club someone with. I have a formative memory of pausing, enraptured, in front of a poster for Spider-Man 3, preparing to say that it looked pretty cool, and being beaten to the punch by my mother making a disparaging comment about how the movie was trash. It wasn’t out yet, but it was a superhero movie. That meant it was for loud, brainless children.
That was the total of my childhood experience with superheroes, excluding being the unwilling audience to incessant renditions of “Jingle Bells, Batman Smells” that left me wondering why in god’s name Batman’s sidekick was named Robin. I certainly never visited a comic book shop. I got into TvTropes, which got me into webcomics, which got me following David Willis, who got me into Ask Chris at ComicsAlliance, which led to me rewarding myself for studying like a demon for the AP tests with three volumes of Waid’s Daredevil, pitched as a return to the character being colorful and swashbuckling. I was seven
teen.
This is of the same thread as Scocca’s point that immaturity is running from childish things. It leaves me baffled that he doesn’t follow that maturity is embracing them.
I will disclose here that while I think it was dumb I had to overcome my upbringing’s deeply embedded shame associated with enjoying arbitrarily defined lowbrow media and children being childish, I think it’s fine that I was allowed largely unchecked access to technically age-inappropriate content. In my limited experience, content small children are too young for is also content they’re too young to understand, so it kind of just bounces off of them, and what actually ends up terrorizing them is unpredictable collages of impressions that strike out at them from content deemed perfectly child-friendly. I would not forbid a seven-year-old I was in charge of from seeing an MCU movie unless I had a reason to believe that specific child would not take it well. These are emotionally low-stakes bubblegum films. It will probably be easier to socialize with other kids if they have seen them.
But then, when I picture being in charge of a hypothetical child, I usually imagine this being the case because they are related to me, and the pupal stage in my family strongly resembles Wednesday Addams. ALL children love death and violence, though, right?? This isn’t a joke point. I know it looks like a joke point.
The MCU thing seems especially weird in light of the article’s particular focus on Spider-Man, which is the kiddie line of the MCU, even if they refused to waver from their usual formula enough to get a lower rating. Though I am more inclined to describe it as “preying on the young” than “child-friendly”.
(MCU movies are increasingly dubious propaganda, but I would not judge them in front of a child who wanted to watch them for that reason, just in case this led to them partaking of them without me the second they were old enough to and then they grew up to run a blog about them while our relationship suffered because they didn’t feel like it was safe to talk to me about their interests
Mom.)
I tried to overcome the philosophy of letting anyone read anything while compiling this handful of mostly-newish superhero recs for the road that anyone can read. (Handily, I have been in spitting distance of being hired as a comic shop clerk enough to have thought about it before):
For actual children:
Marvel Adventures Spider-Man (the new one is reminiscent of ITSV, the old one is more like 616) any DC/Archie crossover, Archie’s Superteens The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl (for bookish children who think they’re too good for comics and adults afraid of the kid’s section) Teen Titans Go (even if you hate the show) Superman Smashes the Klan
For teens:
Ms. Marvel Young Avengers (volume 2) Unbelievable Gwenpool Batman: Gotham Adventures Teen Titans Go (the tie-in comic based off the old show was also called this)
Here are a bunch of relevant C. S. Lewis quotes.
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garc-i-a · 4 years ago
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Why JATP Is Taking a While to Get Officially Renewed
Thought I would put my thoughts into words on the renewal situation. We know that the show was released on Netflix on September 10, 2020. As of today, it has been 242 days (10 May 2021). Julie and the Phantoms was released under Netflix Family, marking it as a children’s show on the streaming service. It was released in the middle of the second wave of the coronavirus (in the US) that has swept the world over. The show was created by Kenny Ortega, legendary choreographer and director.
To start off, we have to acknowledge that we ARE in a pandemic. Due to that, things have been touch and go in so many industries. That includes the TV/Film industry as well. The US and Canada, the two countries involved in making the show, have to follow the rules and laws related to COVID regardless of what people in the industry want. With that, we have to pay attention to what is going on with the pandemic to know how to go about filming. 
As of right now, Canada still has closed borders from the US to nonessential travel. To get into Canada as a foreigner you have to be going for a specific reason and follow all the Covid related travel rules. To read more about this, you can go to canada.ca and type in for traveling during the pandemic. Not to mention that for a lot of areas in Canada, they are still essentially in lockdown because of the now rising numbers in the country. Charlie’s home province of New Brunswick is still pretty restricted. 
Regarding vaccinations, although the United States has been slowly getting people vaccinated, Canada has had issues with getting vaccinations and don’t nearly have as many vaccinated. It is only just a few days ago that New Brunswick started administering vaccinations in the last few days. The vaccinations are only for people who are 50+ who fall into specific medical condition guidelines. For British Columbia, where the show is filmed, vaccines started getting administered the third week of April. It is believed there is a chance of getting all* adults vaccinated by mid June. My source for this information is from a native New Brunswicker and a CTV News article.
For the cast, getting vaccinated is paramount. Owen is already vaccinated. Madison’s dad is also vaccinated so it is likely she is as well or part way there. Now for people who are NOT vaccinated yet, most vaccines are administered in two doses. The doses are done about three weeks apart (I am partially vaccinated and my first dose was already done and second is next week). This knowledge is important as people need to be aware of the timing of these things. The amount of time between vaccines and for everyone in the cast and crew is essential for everything to go smoothly with filming.
One of the big things that I have seen a lot is the outrage at other shows on Netflix being renewed before Julie and the Phantoms. There is a two fold answer to this. To start off, we have to remember that because of this pandemic, things take longer to process to be extra diligent and that more money is be used to cover for reconstructions and accommodations due to Covid. Knowing these two things, let’s delve into the renewals of other shows.
Some of the other shows that have been renewed are Fate: The Winx Saga, Bridgerton, Ginny and Georgia, and Emily in Paris. The big difference between these shows and Julie and the Phantoms is the fact they are not in the Netflix Family category. They are considered content for adults or young adults. Netflix has different rules on their shows that are put out on the regular platform versus the family section. Netflix Family rarely posts when a show is renewed so far from its premiere date for the next season. So in that respect, Julie and the Phantoms wouldn’t be given a huge announcement for the next season’s renewal if it follows the pattern of Netflix Family’s marketing.
Tying into this the matter of where the rest of the shows are filmed and the backing behind them in regards to production. The Winx show and Bridgerton are filmed in the UK, Ginny and Georgia is filmed in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, and Emily in Paris is filmed on location in France. The reason that this matters is because these places have different rules for working during this pandemic, the vaccinations levels, and the threat of getting sick from Covid. These shows are also connected to larger properties or influential individuals*. Vancouver is a popular city to film in, of course, but it has been dealing with an uptick in cases as well as in a different province than Ginny and Georgia, and as such has their own rules. We cannot take into the likes of Riverdale or other shows that are filming right now in Vancouver. Lots of these shows were renewed and set to film already when the pandemic hit. They do not factor into things.
The last part of this is the production costs for making the show. As mentioned before, Vancouver is a popular city to film in. Due to the pandemic, it costs more to film because the need to have extra precautions, regular Covid testing, and etc. We know that there were shows that were initially renewed by Netflix but then canceled after the fact. The reason for this is that Netflix likely realized the cost to produce the shows would be too much and not in the best interest of the cast, crew, and any companies involved in the middle of such a huge reaching pandemic.
Compared to other shows in the Netflix Family section, Julie and the Phantoms has a high production level. I did some research on the Netflix originals in the section and the shows on there are either very low budget or have a backing from a franchise/company (ex. Baby Boss, Fast and Furious, Jurassic Park). Julie and the Phantoms does not have that. It is not connected to an established franchise or a large company. It is simply made by the likes of Kenny Ortega who does not skimp on anything in his productions. Kenny has stated that he is not willing to let the grandness of the show suffer because of the pandemic. The show has many crowd scenes and dancing sequences that require a lot of people. The show won’t be what it is without this. Based on this, we know that Netflix wants to be absolutely sure they can go forth with filming before announcing a renewal.
And there you guys go. All the information that I looked into and checked for this piece. I hope this helps many people understand what is going on why it is taking longer for the show to get renewed. It is not that Netflix doesn’t want to renew it. It is a matter of HOW and WHEN. If that makes sense. If you have any questions about what I wrote, you can leave a comment or DM me.
all*- Some individuals may not wish to be vaccinated
influential individuals*- There are people connected to some of the shows that have a standing within the media and the finances or awards to warrant being a part of the show or it being made at all.
Amendment
I was informed by my source in New Brunswick that vaccines have been administered since January but the qualification for who is eligible for the vaccines can change from week to week.
Amendment 2
Reuters has reported that children aged 12-15 are able to start getting the vaccine today (13 May 2021). So that means that Jadah and Sonny (15 and 13, respectively) will be fully vaccinated by the middle of June.
Amendment 3
A few days ago a local upstate New York newspaper wrote about Canada starting the process of opening up borders again. The process is in the beginning stages so there is no announced date(s) on the border reopening but it is in the works.
Amendment 4
A show called Firefly Lane has been renewed for a season 2. This is important because Firefly Lane is filmed in the same area of British Columbia as Julie and the Phantoms. British Columbia is getting better in regards to vaccinations and so this proves good news of a season 2 announcement for Julie and the Phantoms.
Amendment 5
It was reported on 21 or 22 June 2021 that Canada will relax quarantine rules for vaccinated Canadian citizens, permanent residents, and foreign nationals for essential work. This new system will go into effect 5 June 2021. If you are fully vaccinated and pass rules set by the government, you will NOT have to abide by the hotel quarantine steps when entering the country. That means that the JATP cast and crew can get to filming right away instead of quarantining beforehand. To read more about this: https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.lonelyplanet.com/amp/articles/canada-border-reopening
Amendment 6
On Charlie’s live yesterday (28 June 2021), Madison said that she got the second dose of the vaccine earlier in the day. In 14 days, she will be good to go on going out and such. Hopefully Jadah and Sonny have gotten at least their first dose. Gets us closer to being able to have the cast and crew together for the show.
Amendment 7
The National Law Review published an article on 2 July 2021 saying that fully vaccinated individuals will be able to travel between Canada and the US on 21 July or possibly sooner. Prime Minister Justin Trudeau says he wants 75% of Canadians to be fully vaccinated before allowing the border to be opened. With current numbers, it is believed this will be achieved in a few weeks time.
Amendment 8
The New York Times just reported that fully vaccinated Americans could be allowed into Canada by mid August and that people from other countries could be allowed to enter by September.
Amendment 9
It was just reported about two hours ago that Canada will allow vaccinated Americans in on 9 August. That is exactly 3 weeks from now on a Monday. Now all we have to focus on is protocols for safety while in Vancouver while filming.
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cheri-translates · 3 years ago
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[CN] Victor’s Business Exhibition Date
🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, äŒć±•äč‹çșŠ, which has not been released in EN 🍒
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[ This date was released on 16 July 2021 ]
After a meal on this weekend afternoon, I’m nestled on the sofa, watching a new episode of an anime.
MC: Hahahaha!
Watching the comical antics of the main character on-screen, I can’t help but laugh out loud.
“Whoosh--”
Hearing the rustling of papers from behind, I subconsciously shut my mouth, my line of sight flitting past the sofa and landing on Victor.
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He’s sitting at the dining table, a look of concentration on his face while he reads a report. The small dining table is full of documents.
I had initially planned to watch movies with Victor at my place today. I didn’t expect him to be so bogged down with work lately, and unable to relax over the weekend.
MC: Victor, am I disturbing you? Why don’t you use the study room or my bedroom instead?
Without lifting his head, he props up the spectacles on the bridge of his nose.
Victor: Who was the one who wanted to “stick” together with me over the weekend?
MC: ...that’s true, but you’re focusing on work now.
He has no intention of continuing the conversation. Rubbing my nose guiltily, I head into the kitchen quietly. After cutting some fruits, I bring them over to the dining table.
MC: In that case, I’ll apologise to CEO Victor~
Sticking a toothpick into an apple slice, I bring it to him. He tilts his head up slightly, taking a bite from the apple in my hand.
From my peripheral vision, I spot an invitation card with the words “Elementary and Middle School Students” on it. Curious, I take a closer look.
MC: “Corporate Culture Exhibition for Elementary and Middle School Students”? Is LFG participating in the Corporate Culture Exhibition?
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Victor: We received the invitation and haven’t decided if we’re participating.
MC: I see... I’ve never heard of this exhibition.
Victor: The government organised it this year. 
Victor: The officials said that it’s meant to introduce elementary and middle school students to outstanding occupations and various career paths to help them establish their aspirations.
MC: This exhibition seems pretty meaningful. It’s beneficial to LFG’s business image too.
MC: Come to think of it, I wonder if little kids have an understanding of LFG, and what kind of impression they have of LFG?
MC: Oh yes! There was a news report on elementary and middle schoolers going on company tours. Does LFG want to organise a similar activity?
Ideas come one after another in my mind. I rattle on about my opinions, but Victor doesn’t express anything.
When I start making an inventory of the company tour for students, the pen in his hand pauses, and he lifts his eyes slowly.
Victor: I can consider the exhibition, but not the company tour.
MC: Why not?
His deep eyes sweep over the anime on the television screen before landing on me.
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Victor: There’s already one very noisy kid in LFG.
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In the end, Victor accepts the invitation to the Corporate Culture Exhibition. The exhibition commences as scheduled.
Out of interest, I offer my services to Victor. I become a volunteer responsible for decorations at the venue.
Seeing the detailed and vivid posters introducing various occupations  in the exhibition hall, the LFG employees next to me are slightly awed.
LFG Employee A: It’s really nice that we have the chance to understand different occupations. When I was young, I thought there were only astronauts and scientists in the world.
LFG Employee B: Even if you only knew of those careers when you were young and decided on an aspiration, it might not become reality when you grow up. I wanted to be a dancer, but I’m doing something completely unrelated to the arts now.
LFG Employee A: That’s true. If it weren’t for the excellent pay in LFG, I’d probably be at my old home opening a second-hand bookshop and retiring early. Oh yes, MC, what did you want to do when you were young?
Getting pointed out suddenly while engrossed in their discussion causes me to be stunned momentarily.
MC: When I was young...
I blink, recalling somewhat faraway memories. Before I can ponder deeply, my phone rings - it’s a call from Victor.
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Victor: Come to the café near the entrance of the exhibition hall.
MC: Now? What for?
Victor: ...what else can you do in a café? Play golf, amend proposals, go horse riding, drink coffee - which one do you think is the most suitable?
MC: ...to be honest, I can’t decide between the two options of “amend proposals” and “drink coffee”.
Victor: I ordered a custard cake. If you don’t come over, I’ll take it that you’re not interested.
MC: I’ll be there immediately!
After notifying those LFG employees, I turn around and head towards the café.
MC: Is this really okay? The others are still busy.
Victor: When did you have such a high sense of awareness? Who was the person who painstakingly learnt “Slacking Hacks” on the internet a few days ago?
MC: I was reading that for fun... I wasn’t planning to put it into practice.
Lifting my phone as I squeeze into the packed café, I notice that most of the people here are parents who are preparing to accompany their kids to the exhibition.
Victor: There’s still an hour till the exhibition begins. I’ve already told Goldman to inform everyone to take a break. In short, there’s no need to feel guilty, because...
Taking two steps into the café, I spot Victor at a glance as he sits at a table near the window calmly.
Seeing that I’m walking towards him, he puts down his phone gently, lifting his head to meet my eyes.
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Victor: Aside from you, there’s another person who’s “slacking”.
Taken aback for a moment, I quickly react to the meaning in his words. My brows arch upwards as I take a seat.
MC: I didn’t expect to ever “slack” together with CEO Victor.
Elated, I pick up a fork and try a bite of the dessert in front of me. The custard melts in my mouth instantly, and it’s sweet and smooth.
MC: Delicious! As expected of CEO Victor’s pick~
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Victor: Even delicious food can’t stop you from being talkative.
Right after saying this, he seems to stare at me fixedly, his expression slightly strange.
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Just as I’m about to ask why he’s looking at me that way, he lifts up his coffee, his lowered eyelashes covering the smile in his eyes.
...am I overthinking things? Why do I feel as if he’s making a joke out of me?
Feeling puzzled, I notice a pen and a post-it booklet at the edge of the table.
MC: This is...?
A staff who is passing by takes a step forward, smiling as he explains.
Staff: This is a small event by our shop. You can write your hopes or suggestions for the children, then hang it on the “Hope Tree” near the door of the shop.
Struck with an idea, I pick up the pen and a post-it note.
MC: Victor, shall we write a few suggestions for the children too?
I tear a post-it note and give it to him. After staring at me in silence for a while, he suddenly reaches out his hand.
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Victor: Give me one more.
MC: ?
MC: Does CEO Victor want to write a mini essay?
Ignoring my joke, he writes a sentence on each of the two post-it notes. He hands one to the staff, and stuffs the other one to me.
Bewildered, I sweep a glance at the post-it note given to the staff. The words “You only have one life” are written on it.
Lowering my head, I stare at the post-it note in my own hand. In an instant, I realise why he displayed such a strange smile earlier. There’s a short sentence written on the post-it note:
“Dummy, there’s custard on your cheek.”
??: Hello, could I trouble the two of you to help me with something?
My face reddens. After wiping the custard off my cheek with a tissue, I hear an unfamiliar female voice next to me.
Turning towards the sound, I see a lady standing beside me with two small boys.
Woman: I need to use the washroom, but bringing two boys with me isn’t really convenient. Could I trouble the both of you to take care of them for a while?
I ask for Victor’s opinion with my gaze, and he responds with a slight nod. Understanding this, I nod at the mother.
MC: Of course we can.
While thanking us, she gets the two children to sit at both ends of the table before hurrying off.
The table now comprises of the four of us - two adults and two children. The air gets filled with an inexplicable, thick awkwardness.
Victor looks at me. I look at the kids. The kids look at Victor... Clearing my throat, I decide to break this strange atmosphere.
MC: Kids, how old are the both of you?
Kid A: Mommy said that we can’t give personal information to strangers!
MC: ...
I didn’t expect to be given the cold shoulder the moment I opened my mouth. I release an embarrassed laugh.
MC: Personal information... You can use such advanced terms. You’re so smart haha.
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A soft and low chuckle drifts to my ears. I glance at Victor as he picks up his coffee with a blank expression, staying uninvolved in the matter.
The other boy suddenly widens his eyes and leans towards me, pointing at my volunteer name tag and reading it aloud.
Kid B: L! F! G! Do you two work in LFG?
MC: Well...
I ponder over this. LFG is the investor of my company, and Victor is the CEO of LFG. So...
MC: I guess so.
Kid B: In that case, what are the two of you doing here? Did you sneak away?
MC: ...
Although these are unintentional words from a child, I avert my eyes guiltily. At this point, the kid who behaves like an adult speaks loudly.
Kid A: That’s impossible! Mommy said that everyone who works at LFG are really incredible people! They won’t sneak away!
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Victor: Cough...
Victor pauses his sampling of the coffee. As though he choked on something, he clears his throat.
Kid B: Really?
The kid blinks his eyes as he waits for our response.
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Victor’s expression is a little unnatural. He picks up a newspaper from a rack near the window, immersing himself in it.
Seeing him like this, he probably recalled the earlier conversation we had on “slacking” as well.
It’s rare to see Victor being choked up by someone. A little demon with horns suddenly appears in my heart.
I can’t help but laugh inwardly while turning to the kids.
MC: You’re correct. The employees from LFG never sneak away. We were talking about work-
MC: Right, Vic?
[Note] In CN, MC calls VictorÂ â€œć°æŽâ€ (“xiao li”, which translates directly to Little Li).
Saying this, I wink at the person opposite me.
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Victor arches his brows, astonishment in his eyes. Without waiting for him to speak, I immediately do a “stop” gesture with my hands.
MC: The previous proposal for the show is too conservative. There aren’t any highlights, and it isn’t clear who the target audience is. It might be a waste to show it during prime time.
Adjusting my posture, I clasp my fingers on the table, mimicking VIctor’s tone and expression.
MC: When will you be submitting the new proposal? Tomorrow is the deadline.
Kid A and B: Wow...
Awed gasps from the kids drift to my ears. I straighten up with pride, tilting my chin towards Victor.
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He stares at me with a calm gaze, his eyes gradually illuminated with an unreadable, dense light.
He lowers the newspaper slightly, blowing the coffee in his hand gently and unhurriedly.
Victor: Are you sure these are the only problems, Miss CEO? 
Victor: I've also “reflected” much on that proposal, and there are some problems I haven’t had the chance to tell you about. 
Victor: Since you brought it up, I have no choice but to do a “self-reflection” here.
Victor’s tone is composed, and there isn’t a ripple in his expression. As compared to my pretentious posture, he’s laid-back and natural.
Victor: The theme of the show is too general and lacks a segment which stirs the audience. 
Victor: The structure also has the shadow of previous shows. A change in form but not substance - it’s a little unoriginal. 
Victor: A scandal broke out yesterday involving one of the guests for the show. A replacement guest has not been decided upon.
Victor: Also...
MC: Stop! I... I get it!
He leans against the back of the chair, a teasing glint in the depths of his eyes.
Victor: When will you be submitting the new proposal? Tomorrow is the deadline.
MC Tonight, tonight! I’ll definitely submit it tonight!
I reply instantly, my voice carrying with it some alarm. The corners of his lips hook upwards, and he retracts his “overbearing” aura.
Victor: I’ll wait and see.
I heave a sigh of relief, then feel a dryness in my mouth. Lowering my head to take a sip of coffee, I see the disappointed gazes of the two kids.
My cheeks flush. Just as I’m about to say something to salvage some pride, their mother returns, thanking us while taking them away.
I glare at Victor indignantly. He chuckles softly, then clasps his fingers together on the table just like I did earlier.
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Victor: I look forward to your next “challenge”.
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After the exhibition ends, Victor and I leave work early.
The weather is really nice today. We pick a restaurant nearby, planning to head there on foot.
Dusk hangs low, and a misty pink evening mist smudges the sky.
Perhaps due to how smoothly the exhibition went, little emotions surface in my heart. 
Beneath this beautiful sky, how many young aspirations and lives took flight earlier?
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Victor: Why are you just standing there in a silly daze? Aren’t you hungry?
Retracting my thoughts, I see that Victor has stopped in front of me, his body turned to the side as he looks at me.
I hurriedly catch up to him, pulling on his arm.
MC: Victor, why did you write “You only have one life” on the post-it note today?
Victor: It’s true that you only have one life. Even an elementary student knows this principle.
MC: ...that’s not what I meant. I’m asking about what’s implied in it. For instance, are you asking the kids to seize the day and work their hardest?
His gaze lands on me. Seeing how serious I look, he slows down his pace slightly.
Victor: If you were to meet your childhood self, would you tell her to work her hardest?
MC: Mm... it’s difficult to say. I might tell her what to do in order for the current me to be even happier?
Victor: And that the reason why you can’t use an overly objective and rational principle to teach others. 
Victor: It’s a desirable trait to work their hardest so that there won't be any excuses to stop in their footsteps. 
Victor: But this doesn’t mean that everyone must have the goal of working their hardest.
Victor: After all, every person expects different things from themselves. 
Victor: Not everyone wants to stand at the peak. 
Victor: As compared to looking down from a mountaintop, there are some people who wish to happily and simply appreciate the scenery along the way. 
Victor: This might sound simple, but being an ordinary person isn’t easy.
Victor: “You only have one life” - this phrase has many meanings in different contexts.
I’m stunned for a moment. I initially thought that Victor’s words were meant to be a motivational quote, and didn’t expect for him to have such thoughts.
Even when he’s faced with young children, he doesn’t wish to give a fixed answer on the basis that he’s a mature adult.
My lips curl upwards, and I can’t help but stick a little closer to him.
MC: You’re right. After all, aside from people who stand at the peak, there are even more ordinary people.
MC: Ordinary people have one life too. They need to cherish it properly, and do what they want to do.
MC: CEO Victor, I’ve learnt something from you!
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Clasping my hands together, I bow in mock seriousness. An almost indiscernible smile lifts the corners of his lips.
MC: Come to think of it, I had so many aspirations when I was young. Lawyer, teacher, police officer, judge... I didn’t expect to become a producer in the end. Perhaps in a parallel universe, there’s a me who became a lawyer, teacher or judge!
The scene from the café flashes across my mind, and I burst into laughter.
MC: I might even be a CEO! What do you think?
After I say this, Victor turns his head and gives me an amused glance.
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Victor: I think you do behave like a CEO.
MC: It’s because I’ve been influenced after spending such a long time by your side~ Returning to the topic - what was your aspiration when you were young? To become a powerful business tycoon?
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Victor: ...have you ever heard of a child having such a pragmatic dream?
MC: In that case, tell me about it?
He doesn’t respond, and simply keeps his eyes faced front. No matter how much I probe, he doesn’t speak.
The sweet fragrance of desserts wafts into my nose. Following the scent and turning to the bakery near the roadside, I’m struck with an idea.
Since I can’t crack this difficult question in a straightforward manner, I decide to adopt the process of elimination.
MC: A baker?
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Victor: ...
A signboard with the words “Watchmaker Shop” enters my vision, and I immediately look at him.
MC: A watchmaker?
MC: The boss of a lottery shop?
MC: ...director of a zoo?
Throughout the journey, I rack my brain and ask him about all sorts of occupations. However, it’s clear that none of them are correct.
Finally, we stop in front of a crosswalk, waiting for the red light.
Looks like I won’t be able to get any answers from him today. Disappointed, I let go of Victor’s arm, releasing a soft “hmph”.
MC: Aren’t you curious if there was a choice and you weren’t the CEO of LFG, and if I weren’t a producer...
MC: What would our identities be? Would we meet? And what kind of a relationship would we have?
The red man at the other end of the road suddenly turns green, signalling for us to move forward.
My hand, which had drooped to the side, is lifted up gently by someone. His broad palm conveys a comforting temperature.
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Victor: There’s nothing to be curious about.
The crowd flows past in an endless stream on the crosswalk. Their footsteps are hurried, and the tips of their feet point in different directions.
I look at the person beside me. His gaze is resolute as he holds my hand, taking large strides towards the restless crowd.
He seems to sense my gaze. Lowering his head slightly, the light in his eyes is deep and scorching.
Victor: The life that I want to choose most is already in my hand.
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[ MOMENTS ]
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Victor's Post: Turns out someone could still go to work normally after staying up to watch anime last night.
MC: Could we cancel tonight’s reservation at the restaurant? I really want to go straight home to sleep...
Victor: Eating is a necessity. The location will be changed to your home.
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Victor's Post: Turns out someone could still go to work normally after staying up to watch anime last night.
MC: As long as I’m hardworking enough, nothing’s impossible!
Victor: Working hard to make yourself even more stupid?
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Victor's Post: Turns out someone could still go to work normally after staying up to watch anime last night.
MC: I solemnly vow not to do such things again.
Victor: This vow better count before you start on the next anime.
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liptonsbabe · 4 years ago
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I was wondering if you can do a request with Finnick Odair and my oc/me (Hannah). You don’t have to use my name, but it’s Hannah if you do. So here’s some backstory. So Hannah’s father is a district 1 victor of the hunger games, her mother is a stylist and her father lived in the capital now due to district 1’s privileges. Hannah was born and raised in the capital, but was taunt by her parents to be anti hunger games, due to her father being in the games and seeingnn the horrors along with being traumatized by seeing them when she was 8. So her and finnick met while her mother was his stylist in the games. They became friends and caught feelings when they were 16. She was one of the only person who knew the truth about his “many lovers” and she was there to help him through it. They started dating when they were 19 and when they were 21 (just after the 72nd games), they were able to sneak Hannah back on the train with them into district 4. The capital tried to get her back, but since this was great publicity and stuff, they just left it because it wasn’t as important and they could also profit off their relationship, as well as also continuing to see finnick. So I was thinking you can write something pretty recently after Hannah arrived to district 4, so maybe at first people don’t really like her because she’s privileged and from the capital, so maybe finnick tries to reassure her. And maybe you can do some cute things where they have a romantic walk along the docks and maybe it can end with them playing in the water after Hannah fell in.
I just thought it’d be something cute
We Remain [F.O]
Finnick Odair x reader
Word count: 2.7K
Warnings: Snow's a motherf*cker so yeah, he did awful things to Finnick
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A/N: Very first request! hope you like it hun. My box are still open for request! English not my mother language so please let me know if something's wrong. Enjoy!
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"So, what are you doing here?" Finnick sat down next to you on the thick warm sand startling you by his sudden arrival. You had been sitting on the shore of the beach for a couple of hours now and Finnick kept watching you from the dock not wanting to interrumpt your thoughts.
He knew you were not comfortable in his district. You told him how much you loved the ocean, seeing the sun reflected on the water in the mornings and the beautiful view from the lookout point, yet there was something that didn't make you feel at home.
You slumped your shoulders as Finnick slipped his arm over them giving you a small smile. Your eyes focused on the calm, deep blue sea in front of you. The sun was about to set creating strange shapes in the remaining waves and you kept your gaze fixed on them trying to find them some form.
Finnick sighed pressing you against him. Your body trembled from the closeness which made him smile. Finnick was damn cocky and he loved the effect he had on you. He kissed your hair waiting for his question to be answered. You closed your eyes, shaking your head.
"I...I was thinking."
"About what?"
"About home. I mean...in everything that was left behind."
Finnick nodded thinking you must miss your district terribly. You were born and raised in the capitol thanks to your father winning his games, but your home was always district one. Even if you never saw district one in your life, the stories your parents told about it created in your mind a sense of having a place where you truly belonged.
Your parents raised you to hate the hunger games. It wasn't a tradition, it was a massacre, a terrifying event that disgusted them and they didn't want you to grow up believing that taking children to the reaping every year and watching them die in a bloodbath was what was meant to happen, so, at their peril, your parents managed to get your name out of the urn every year to save your life permanently.
Then, when your mother became the stylist for the winner of the 65th hunger games everything became easier. You met Finnick and he became a protective shield against the capitol. He was only fourteen when he won the games so Finnick spent most of his time at your house in the company of your father. Then in the following years Finnick became a mentor to the new tributes and your father was always by his side creating between the two of you a very strong bond.
Sometimes, when he spent the nights at your house he escaped from his bedroom and went to yours just to talk sitting in your bed while you were eating snacks. You told him about district one and how much you would like to visit there someday and he told you how wonderful district four was and how he spent his evenings before he was the brightest star in Panem. Almost every night you met to talk and when he turned sixteen he stopped knocking at your door.
At first you didn't understand why he stopped visiting. No calls, no texts, no explanations why he didn't come to your house anymore. Until one day, as you were taking a walk downtown you heard the insidious gossips around him.
"Did you enjoy your night with Finnick Odair?" a woman asked another as they enjoyed a warm evening at the diner. Your footsteps stopped behind them feeling your heart skip a beat as you heard Finnick's name on her red lips. The woman let out a giggle waving her open hand next to her face trying to cover her blush.
"He's amazing! Oh my god, dear, it's... it's splendid. Really, he's worth it."
"What does he want in return?" the other woman asked. You felt your face turn green with disgust.
"Secrets. A very good one. One that will trace your path to the stars..."
You walked away from there as fast as you could avoiding remembering the words of those two women. For god's sake, Finnick was only sixteen, he was a kid and he was leading an adult life. It was disgusting. You came home with tears in your eyes and your breath hitching. Your mother squeezed your shoulders but you couldn't speak, you were too confused for that. You mumbled something your mother didn't understand and you ran off to your room not noticing that Finnick had met with your father that afternoon and was watching you from the open door of your dad's office.
Tears streamed down your face as you closed the door. You were speechless. Finnick had left you aside after sharing so many late night talks in his company, so many smiles and so many dreams only to lead a life like the rest of the people in the capitol. The glory and the power had finally brought out the worst in him and you couldn't hate the capitol any more than you already did.
You heard a couple of knocks on your door followed by a "(Y/N), are you okay?" from Finnick's voice. Your cries subsided waiting for him to leave, but that didn't happen, instead he persisted until he heard a response from you.
"I'm fine" you replied with a broken voice. You imagined Finnick frowning.
"Are you sure?" he asked. You listened as he tried to turn the doorknob, but you had locked it in "I saw you coming. I was talking with your dad about some stuff and i thought something had happened to you, may I come in?"
"No!" you replied. Your tears threatening to come out again "I'm-I'm fine, okay? I don't need you. Go away."
Finnick was silent for a moment, nevertheless, he kept trying to turn the knob
"(Y/N) let me in."
"didn't you hear me? I want you to leave. Now."
"Not until you open the door."
"You'll stay there, then"
"If that's what i have to do..."
You walked to your bed sitting on it crying silently. Your heart was aching. Deep down you felt something was going on between you and Finnick, something that went beyond the friendship you both proclaimed, but the blindfold had fallen off your eyes as you listened to those women talk about Finnick like he was a piece of meat. You didn't know what was going on, you didn't understand it either and Finnick was just there playing innocent. Finnick turned the knob one more time.
"Well, this makes me think you don't trust me enough like I thought you did."
Crying gave way to annoyance to that point. You jumped to your feet, glancing towards the door imagining Finnick's contracted face on the other side
"Look who's saying it."
"I don't understand."
"Stop pretending, Finnick"
"I don't know what I'm supposed to be pretending" His voice sounded so calm it made you rage. You walked over to the door "I just want to know what happened so I can help you. That's what friends do, isn't it?
"So we're friends now? After you left without explanation we're friends? We're friends even though you didn't tell me what the hell were you doing with your oh-so-many-lovers?"
Finnick was silent for a long time making you think he just left, but then you heard a deep sigh and the creak of the wood as he leaned his body against the door
"So you know it."
You frowned, opening the door with a smash taking him by surprise. Your eyes were bloodshot from crying and pent up anger. Finnick had never seen you so upset
"So you know it, that's all you're going to say?"
"I can explain"
"Then it's true. What I heard..."
"No, no" he denied walking into your room closing it with his foot. You walked backwards trying to get away from him. Finnick knew about the rumors about him in the capitol, he never cared what they were saying about him, but he did care about what you had heard and how you might miunderstand it "It's true. What you said..."
"You're sixteen, for God's sake!" you shouted, disgusted "How-how can you...?"
"It's not how you're imagining it. They're making me do it."
"Yeah, right."
"It's true" Finnick answered approaching you and caressing your cheeks. He connected his eyes with yours and you managed to see a crystalline layer in them "It's true, (Y/N)"
"What?" you asked, horrified. Finnick closed his eyes, pursed his lips and nodded "But how? who?"
"President Snow."
"Why?"
"He'll kill my family if I don't do what he asks."
Your mind went blank. Finnick opened his eyes pearly with tears.
"But, you don't have a family."
Finnick smiled.
"You are my family" Your heart raced "Ever since my games...you and your parents became an important part of my life. You've given me a home, a place where I know I'm welcome, a place where i know all of you don't care what I am, but what I was before I was a victor and what's left of me since then. Snow threatened to harm you and your parents."
"Really?"
"Really. He knows how important you are for me" His breath collided against your lips in a stormy closeness "There is no one I care more about. That's why I had to accept. It's not easy for me, I hate what I became, but I had no choice (Y/N), I swear"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Finnick took a few steps away, ducking his eyes.
"I was too embarrassed. I still am. At some point I would have told you, of course, but I wasn't... I wasn't ready, I'm still not."
"Finnick..."
"I'm sorry for disappointing you."
He tried to leave your room but you stopped him squeezing him in a tight embrace that take your breath away. Finnick squeezed your body tightly lifting your feet off the floor.
"You didn't have to" you whispered. He denied
"I have to and I will. I'm not going to let them hurt you or your parents. What happens to me doesn't matter as long as you're safe."
"God, Finnick, I love you so much."
You broke apart instantly, you were so embarrassed by what you had just said and Finnick were shocked in surprise. Your cheeks grew hot and you were about to run away if it wasn't for Finnick's lips that pressed against yours in a small kiss. Finnick smiled
"I love you too."
.
Even after you confessed to each other you couldn't have a romantic relationship, at least not in public. Finnick had to continue obeying Snow's orders and you tried not to interfere to damage him even more, so the only ones who knew about you were your parents and Maggs, Finnick's old friend.
He came back to visit you at night in your room, you talked about anything that came to your mind (except about Finnick's many lovers) and, one night, he told you every secret he knew.
"Why are you telling me all this?" you asked him, watching your intertwined hands. You were both nineteen at the time and the secrets Finnick had obtained were too many. He smiled
"No one lives forever" he replied "Someday the advantage I have against Snow will turn against me and if that ever happens I need someone else to tell the truth for me"
"That's not going to happen"
He shrugged his shoulders
"You never know"
.
When Finnick saw the opportunity to leave the capitol after the hunger games where the tributes from district twelve put on a show and unleashed the wrath of President Snow, he didn't hesitate twice in proposing to take you with him to district four.
He put together a plan to hide you on the train until you passed district three where you were out of the president's reach. You weren't sure if it was a good idea, but your parents encouraged you to run away saying it was the safest place you could be. You were still unsure about it because you knew that your parents' lives would be in danger if Snow found out, however, your father assured you that they would be fine, the capitol wouldn't touch them and you could leave with Finnick and start a new life. You accepted then, sneaking onto the train that left for district four the next morning.
Of course, Snow was informed of your scape weeks later when you and Finnick managed to successfully settle in a house away from the victors' village. Neither of you wanted to live under the government roof and Finnick took a small place near the coast, where you received an unwelcome letter from the president asking you to return immediately to the capitol before the consequences became severe. Finnick replied for you, saying in a single paragraph that he didn't agree with that.
"I have a mind full of secrets. It doesn't suit you for me to become an open book. (Y/N) won't come back and neither will I."
Snow calmed down. Finnick seemed very pleased by that and things calmed down a bit. But there, in the utter calm of the sea, you still felt something was missing.
Finnick rubbed your arms as the sun went down and the moon appeared. The days in district four were too hot and the nights too cold, it was hard to get used to the change, even more so when no one in the district seemed to feel comfortable with your presence.
You could tell by the looks of the women on the shore and the angry faces of the fishermen. For them you were an intruder, a privileged one who had never had to suffer what their children did every year during the reaping cause your father, being a victor, had saved your ass. To them you were a coward, a disgrace and a pest who shouldn't have made it all the way to district four.
Finnick kissed your temple enjoying the silence of the newly arrived night. You sighed thinking about how much Finnick lost when he met you. His freedom, his decision about his body, the affection of the people in his district, his home in the village and so many other things you didn't want to remember. Finnick clicked his tongue, rubbing your arms again.
"Stop thinking, love."
"I can't. This all feels like a dream, a very... devastating one."
"You know what people think or don't think about us is something you can't change."
"Yes, but I would like to show them that I am more than they think, I am more than the daughter of someone who survived the hell of the games. Let them know that my presence doesn't represent a mockery to their dead children in the arena, that I am not a bad person."
"And you're not. Give them time. They're not bad either. They are against the system just like us, at some point they will realize we are on their side. Don't worry about it, I won't let anyone minimize you or make you feel bad. I'm going to protect you, okay? That's what we do, protect each other."
"You promise?"
"I promise. Now come on sweetie, let's take a walk" Finnick lifted you up easily taking your hand to walk across the sand. Finnick's hand against yours brought you security and a relief you couldn't explain. As you walked you rested your head on his shoulder and he hugged you close to him "We'll be fine, (Y/N), just... trust me"
"As always."
"Fair enough."
Then Finnick pulled your hand into the cold water of the sea splashing you in the face. You played back at him and the two of you ended up having a little fight in the middle of the sea. Finnick reached over, grabbed you around the waist and brushed your lips together.
"We'll be fine," he said. You nodded
"We'll be fine."
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Leorio, Hisoka, Illumi, and Chrollo Head Canons #2
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What’s up y’all! Thank you so much to the people who have given me feedback about what posts you all would like to see! This post will be about the “Adult Trio” and Leorio about how they would help their significant other with a subject in college. This one is a good suggestion! I’m going to incorporate fluff in this, as I am a sucker for fluff. I hope you all enjoy this! I most certainly do. This post is about 2687 words but don't worry, it's worth the read! These head canons came from my mind its a coincidence that some of these pictures match the thoughts. Portentous (old English) means wonderful or marvelous (in modern English) FYI: I am thinking about creating a discord server for both Voltron and Hunter x Hunter fans. I don’t know how to use the fancy perks of discord yet, so if you know how to and can help me out, send me a message! Alright, let’s get to it! Obviously these images are from Pinterest.
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Leorio
“Mr. Leorio”, as we all know, is a sharp guy. He dresses in a suit, carries a suitcase, and wants to be a doctor. This man knows everything about academics, especially math and science. He will need to know these subjects to be a successful medical doctor.
Leorio received an A- in Calculus II and a B+ in Organic Chemistry. He was the only one that passed with flying colors while everyone else barely made it. He didn’t gloat in their faces but as soon as he got into the hallway he jumped for joy.
He was extremely happy about his progress and counted the days until graduation even though that was in 5 years. Wow! Don’t we love graduate school?!
He deserved the high grades because he spent countless nights studying missing parties, football games, and being with you just to make sure he was on the right track to graduating on time.
As we all know, Leorio wanted to pursue this career because he witnessed his best friend dying in front of him powerless to save him. The care for his friend would have been too expensive. Obtaining his degree was in honor of his friend; he’d save countless children, women, and men who’d all thank him for his hard work.
Leorio didn’t socialize much, but he did find himself hanging around a group of classmates that were a part of a co-ed fraternity that provided information on scholarship money for graduate school and job opportunities. This is where he met you. You didn’t want to be a doctor but instead wanted to be a computer scientist and decided to volunteer for this fraternity job fair.
As he rejoiced, his smile faded when he saw you walking down the hallway; tears falling from your face not caring who stared at you. He quickly walked up to you, put his arm around your back, and gave you a soft hug.
“What’s the matter,” he asks.
You were failing Calculus, a class you’ve been taking since the 12th grade but for some reason, you couldn’t pass it. Everyone else had A’s and B’s, while you had a D. D’s aren't accaetable in college; most make you retake the class.
“Don’t worry. I’ve just passed my midterm. I can help you study. You’ll pass; trust me.”
Later on that evening, he kept his promise but gave it a unique twist. He kept the lights off and lit 4 Yankee-sized candles in the room that smelled like Lavender. In the background, he had piano jazz playing on his speaker. You felt confused for a moment. You and Leorio weren’t necessarily dating but you both flirted with each other here and there. He wasn’t a social butterfly, but he felt comfortable talking to you.
“Um...what’s the music for?”
“It helps me concentrate. Believe it or not, it helps my brain flow. You like it don’t you?”
“No, actually I don’t.” Truth be told you loved it but you wanted to pull his strings a little. He looked up with a confused look.
“Ok. I’ll turn it off.”
“I'm kidding! It’s great!”
Whenever he cannot solve a Calculus question, he reviews similar problems from Algebra II. He applies this knowledge to your problem.
“Perform the indicated function evaluations for f(x)=3−5x−2x^2 . I’ll solve the first part for an example: f(6+t) simply means you will exchange “x” for 6+t. It will look like f(6+t)=3-5(6+t)-2(6+t)^2=-49 . You’d distribute -5 and -2 to the numbers inside of the brackets in which they are next to.”
Wow, that was easy! Wait, not he must think you’re stupid.
“You must think I’m stupid, don’t you?”
“Of course not! It took me a while to understand it too. You’ll apply the same knowledge for the rest.”
After what seemed like 4 hours (which was 2), you finally finished your homework! It was probably wrong but at least you made it past the 1st question! As you blew out the candles and turned on your LED lights instead, you see Leorio sleeping on your couch. Something about his soft face made you smile and place your hand over your heart.
“My little doctor,” you whispered to yourself.
“Well, come give this doctor some company then. I’m freezing over here!”
The throw blanket was large enough for you both. Snuggling on the couch was a great end to a stressful day.
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Chrollo
To everyone else Chrollo was “Boss” or “Boss Man” but to you, he was Chrollo. Big C was known for his love for poetry and language.
He read poetry any chance he had at lunch and even dinner. It had gotten so bad that you had to tell him for the millionth time “No books at the table!”
Given his past, he always read at least 2 hours a day or one book a week. Reading is what got him through the day.
He was staying in your dorm for the day to relax because he had taken and passed his midterms to. The young thief thought about hiding in the closet but he didn’t because he sensed that you’d be tense because of midterms.
As you walked through the door, you looked angry, so angry that you could punch a wall. He immediately rose to his feet, threw his arms straight out in front of him, and motioned for you to stop. You just stared at him blankly.
“Come here,” he said like you, on cue, melted in his arms. He was warm and the deepness of his cooing voice vibrated against your neck. “What’s the problem?”
“I’m failing this stupid Shakespeare class!”
“Really?”
“Yes and if I don’t pass this midterm I’m going to fail the class for the 3rd time. I want to drop out! Who needs this scam anyway?!”
Chrollo held you a bit longer until you were ready to sit down and get to business. You pulled out your college’s book about Shakespeare plays and how he used Old English. Chrollo was the perfect man for the job! He’s read Macbeth and Romeo and Juliet several times!
Chrollo read a few stanzas and explained them. He then had you read some on your own and explain them...still you can’t.
He notices the problem immediately. He catches you snuggling comfortably against his toned arm, nearly falling asleep.
Chrollo laid at the very corner of the couch as you lay horizontally placing your head against his chest. You were comfortable but you weren’t able to focus. He notices this and slightly demands that you go sit at the table. When it came to academics, he was serious.
For as long as he had been reading, he has an arsenal of vocabulary words ready to be of use. He created flashcards for you and had you flip them over for nearly an hour. You start to memorize the words!
But you’re not done yet.
“Say the word ‘portentous’.”
“Por-ten-trious
?”
“No. Por-ten-tas.”
“Tias
?”
He moved his chair next to you, just an inch away from your face. He cups your mouth and moves it as he speaks again. This wasn’t a hard clutch, it was soft and he wasn’t irritated but he could sense that you were becoming irritated.
“Por-ten-tas,” he said again.
Instead of letting your cheeks go, his eyes diverted to your lips. They were moist and plump, ready to be met by his.
“Your lips are gorgeous. Kisseth me quite quaint.”
Oh no. Look at the monster you’ve created.
Chrollo created a reward system. Whenever he did things right as a child, he was rewarded with money and jewels. For every word you pronounced and defined correctly, he kissed you once. For each word you got correct in a row, he’d kiss you twice.
Soon enough he had kissed you so much that you couldn’t see straight!
The kisses worked because you passed your midterm! Each kiss placed a stain in your brain that made you remember the definition and how to pronounce it.
You and Chrollo celebrated by drinking champagne and listened to him read Sonnet 23 and 57.
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Hisoka
As unusual as it seems, Hisoka is gifted when it comes to Chemistry specifically. That is why you two work well together...there is some chemistry going on between you two.
His hair down and his glasses were his alter ego, it was something that made him act completely different than what you were used to.
When you all were freshmen, he would skip class, attend parties, and would be hungover almost every week but once he was called into the Dean’s office, he changed.
You slightly missed that edgy side of him, but you enjoyed having a serious beau.
Hisoka is a social butterfly and is the life of the conversation and you loved him for it but sometimes it was awkward.
While he was chatting away about Calcium (Ca) and Iron (Fe), you stood there nodding like an idiot. You had NO IDEA about what he was talking about and that is why you were going to drop your chemistry class.
“I saw an imbecile put aluminum foil in the microwave and it burst into flames. How did they not know that Microwaves are the radio waves falling under frequency around 2500 megahertz? Any metallic object detected by radio waves inside the microwave acts as a reflector of radio waves.”
You shove his arm hard. He was acting arrogant in front of his friends. You were used to this but it got on your nerves. You made mistakes, everyone does!...even those that almost burn down the entire dorm room.
You two leave the party and head to his dorm room. Once you were settled, you released a can of anger and threw it all over your boyfriend.
“Hisoka? You just humiliated me.”
“Oh? No one knows that I was talking about you, my dear.”
“Don’t ‘my dear’ me! I asked for your help and you’re ignoring me. I don’t appreciate that. I didn’t ignore you when you sprained your ankle, did I?”
“No, you didn’t, dear. I supposed I have a few hours to kill. What do you need help with?”
Hisoka’s way of studying was much different from other students. He exercises like crazy before he opens his textbook.
He listens to EDM instrumentals while on the treadmill and when he lifts weights. You weren’t standing there like a trophy, he made you lift too.
“Being healthy will help your brain flow more easily. Lift this dumbbell as heavy as you can.”
He ran a mile on the track upstairs. Sweat dripped from his face like he had been standing outside in the rain.
By the time you returned to his dorm, you were beyond tired. You laid your head on his pillow but just as you closed your eyes, he pulled you up on your feet.”
“Not on my watch,” he tutted. “It’s chemistry time.”
You were having trouble memorizing Chemical Formulas and this by far was the most difficult concept you had come across.
To make you stay awake, he turned on a bright LED light and faced it towards the table. The bright light nearly made your head fall off from the pain it reflected in your eyes.
Hisoka grabbed his book and began to write down the major chemicals on the periodic table and their charges.
“Pay attention to the following abbreviations and charges: Calcium is Ca, Chloride is Cl+2, Carbide is C+2, and Carbon Dioxide is CO+2. Read these over and I’ll test you again.”
He did just that but you still weren’t understanding. You were ready to give up.
Stupid scam. Why do I need a piece of paper to determine what I can do? You thought to yourself. Well, it’s obvious. If you can’t do the work now, what makes you think you can do it at a job? Harsh, I know.
“Let me try this,” He said. He carried you to his bedroom and gently placed you on it. He took off his shirt and removed his glasses. “Aluminum has a charge of +3 and Oxygen has -2. If there were three of me and two of my clones disappeared, how many of me are left?”
“Just you, right? One”
“Correct! Excellent.”
Wow, everything started making sense once he took his shirt off.
From then, he just inserted himself into the equation and then it started to make sense! He apologized for running his mouth earlier and promised to keep any more secrets between you two. The night ended with you sleeping in his bed wrapped in a cotton blanket just cuddling and that was it. And bam! You slept as sound.
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Illumi
Dating the “hot” quiet history buff was a flex of its own. Sure Illumi didn’t talk to anyone besides you, but it didn’t matter. People swooned if he looked in their direction.
History was a popular major during your era. People were not like their grandparents; they wanted to learn about other cultures besides their own. Illumi’s specialty was in world history and civilizations. The class was very interesting to you but there was so much information, you could barely process it.
Illumi often wrote his essays in one day proofread and all! He often charged people to look their essays over.
One time he made $500 in one year!
Glancing at your transcripts, he notices that you have a C- and offers to help.
“Why are you looking through my stuff?”
Hey, he’s your boyfriend! But still, he should ask.
“Sorry. It was up on the screen,” he said, throwing his hands in the air.
You began to blush in embarrassment. The hottest smartest man in the building now knew that you were failing one of the easiest classes on campus.
Placing his thumb under your chin, he lifted your head to meet his gaze. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I can help you.”
“How? I am so behind! I zoned out after chapter 2!”
“We’ll watch a movie.”
“Oh, God! Not one from PBS is it?!”
“Yes. How else are you supposed to learn?”
He turns on the movie and allows you to lay your head on his shoulder but not too much. He is aware of your tricks and he wants you to pay attention.
Every 15 minutes, he pauses the movie and asks you checkpoint questions. If you got them wrong, you had to stand up with your underclothes on (t-shirt and shorts) in the cool room for 10 minutes. If you got the questions right, he allows you to lay more comfortably. You were already in your underclothes but you were under the blanket.
He made you write down key definitions and the embarrassment of each section.
After the movie, he blindfolds you and reads out a term. Surprisingly, you got them all correct!
As a reward for your past midterm, he takes you to dinner at a restaurant where he slips a promise ring on your finger containing your birthstone.
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