#it was about a topic they were passionate about

[batnanne]

Definitely nothing to be ashamed of 🤗 And who knows, maybe some classmates will enjoy it too if you make oral presentations about a fun topic ! I think it always pays off to show yourself and be who you want to be. Kudos for trying 🥰

As for always using the same topics ? Yeah I agree, you can choose so many different ones if you have different interests ! And take it from me, it's actually quite nice to be known as the person of reference at school for that kind of topics you love 🤭 Also, I've used almost only Marvel for different exams/presentations and it was always different because the themes were different ! A few examples :

- Oral presentation about heroes, myths and legends for a french exam

- Oral presentation about segretation in the US for an english exam

- Oral presentation about... well superheroes, literally (when the teacher announced the topic, all my classmates turned to me because they knew it was my time to shine 😂) for a french exam again

- Oral presentation about fanfiction and the representation of LGBTQ+ folks in media (Yeah, I talked about Spideypool) for an LGBTQ+ Studies class.

See? All different! And when you're truly passionate about something, it really makes the difference. I had classmates come to me after the presentations to talk about them more and to say how they enjoyed it 🥹 Still some of my proudest school moments.

"cant believe youd make this about your current interest" i will make the birds in the sky and the grass in the fields about my thing. for free. i will look at gods ineffable creation with a mind filled with images and thoughts of my guys.

[pitchsidestories]

What is this feeling ? (2) II Alexia Putellas x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1288

summary: Alexia broke up with you, but what happens when a small accident makes her question if it was the right decision to let you go that soon ?

author's note: thanks for the love for part one, we hope you'll enjoy part two just as much. 🫶🏻🫶🏻

⏪ Part 1

“Alexia!”, Mapi shouted at the top of her lungs.

Composed, the midfielder answered:” Calm down, Maria.”

“No!”, she exclaimed passionately.

In a matter of fact-tone, Alexia explained:” It’s the only reasonable decision.” Much quieter, the blonde added:” This wouldn’t have worked out anyway.”

The defender cursed under her breath: “You’re an idiot.”

“I’m not.”, her team captain countered.

Mapi objected strongly: “Yes, you’re.”

‘”t's less heartbreaking in the long run”, Alexia lied to herself. This lie would have convinced anyone, but not one of her best friends.

The younger woman raised an eyebrow sceptically: “What are you talking about? You’re not even trying with her.”

“We were trying it out for a week, and it was wonderful.”, the older player reminisced with a dreamy look in her hazel eyes.

Pictures of the short honeymoon phase you both had shared came to her mind. You two were quite the opposite pair, not just age wise. Nevertheless, it was exciting to be in each other's company, especially because of your different personalities.

With a sad smile Mapi concluded: “And then you got scared.”

“Sorry, I have to take that call.”, Alexia apologized.

The midfielder had a bad sense of foreboding when she saw that Jana was calling her, she suspected that something must have taken place. Alexia picked up the phone with a queasy feeling.

“What happened?... Wait, where the hell are you?”, the blonde asked her with a worried undertone.

Jana's nerves seemed on edge as she was searching for the right words: “Uhm..”

“Tell me quickly.”, Alexia urged the younger woman.

She dropped your name and the captain’s heart sank.

“Apologies, Maria, but I’ve to go.”, the blonde announced.

The defender frowned in confusion:” What?”

“It has to do with her.”, Alexia emphasized.

“Oh.”

The midfielder was already on her way out of the front door: “So, if you excuse me now, I really need to leave.”

“Go.”, Mapi nodded understandingly as her friend waved goodbye.

Only a few minutes later, Alexia waited anxiously for Jana to let her inside. “Ale.”, she greeted her with a pale face.

In true captain's and older sister’s manner, the blonde assured the defender: “Hi, don’t worry, I’m here.”

“Thanks.”, Jana looked soothed by her presence. With a welcoming smile on her lips, she added:” Come on in.”

A few of their teammates were standing nervously in the hallway.

“So, where is she?”, she questioned them.

Nervously, Ona ran her fingers through her hair:” On the sofa.”

“Will you tell me now, what exactly happened? Jana was very vague on the phone.”, Alexia demanded.

It was Ona who spoke again, while the others looked down to the ground in dismay: “It’s not too bad. We wanted to cheer her up with a pyjama party and she kind of fell off the bed when we jumped on it.”

Alexia didn’t answer. Pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance, she took a deep breath to steady herself.

Cata nodded to support Ona: “Exactly. So actually you happened to her.”

“Me?”, Alexia echoed, offended by the insinuation. She quickly bit down her anger and changed the topic: “Did she pass out?”

Only then you realised that she had caught sight of you.

Through the throbbing headache, you blinked at her. You were almost certain that she wasn’t real and would disappear if you blinked hard enough.

“This bump on her head will hurt.”, you suddenly heard her say right next to you while soft fingertips brushed the hair from your forehead, right above the tender spot above your temple.

“She was only gone for a few seconds so it can’t be that bad, right? Right?”, Jana asked, her voice rising with panic.

“Ale? Go away.”, you complained, trying to bat her hand away but the quick movement made you immediately queasy again.

The midfielder deliberately ignored you and turned to Jana: “No, she’s pretty much conscious.”

Even through that excruciating head ache, you didn’t miss the mocking tone in her voice.

Anger took over. You forced yourself to sit up: “I said leave.”

“No.”, Alexia replied calmly.

You both stared at each other for a while.

“Why not?”

“Because I said so.”

For the sake of your health, you fought the urge to roll your eyes at her.

“You can’t just leave and return whenever you please.”, you snapped at her, grimacing with pain.

The midfielder remained unimpressed: “I wouldn’t have returned if you were able to take care of yourself.”

“I had everything under control. This was just an accident.”, you assured her.

“Sure.”

“If you’re not leaving, I’ll leave.”

Tired of Alexias condescending replies, you tried to get up from the sofa and leave the living room but as soon as you stood upright, you started seeing black spots dance in front of your eyes. The dizziness forced you to grip the armrest of the sofa, just in case.

Alexia quickly grabbed the elbow of your other arm: “You can’t”

“It’s okay. I can walk from here to my flat.”, you said, pulling your arm away from her.

“You stay right where you are.”, Alexia warned and in the next moment, you were picked up by her and thrown over her shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“Alexia, put me down. I swear-…”

“You swear what, huh?”

You tried to reach for the right words but what came out was closer to the truth than you liked: “You’re so confusing… Hot and cold. Almost impossible to grasp…”

“That’s the head injury.” she explained.

Too exhausted to fight her you gave in:” I just want to go home, so the girls can enjoy their sleepover.”

“I’ll bring you home.”, the midfielder explained in a tone of voice that would not tolerate any protest from your side.

You said your goodbyes to your friends who you hoped would still enjoy the evening even though it didn’t turn out as planned. Before you had even left the flat, Cata promised you that if you felt better, you would repeat the event.

The bond you had with your teammates was special, and you wouldn't give it up for the world, even if it meant seeing your ex-girlfriend, who broke up with you after a week, almost every day - they were worth the stay.

“Thanks, although I could have driven home on my own.”, you whispered as you rested your head on the cool car windscreen, which helped to ease the pain a little.

Whilst doing so, you could still see her giving you the side eye: ”Sure.”

A little later, you thanked her once more for driving you, but to your surprise, Alexia got out of the car too:” You think I’m already leaving?”

“You’re not?”

“You’ve a head injury, someone has to stay with you.”, the responded the older woman who was known for her stubbornness.

When she helped you to bed, you told her:” I’m good, Ale.”

“Shut up. I won’t leave.”, Alexia grumbled.

A sudden intuition struck you: “If I kiss you right now would you leave then?”

To your and her surprise, she said no.

You both placed everything into the kiss, the sweetness, the pain, everything melted together when your lips touched. It tasted of heartache and the possibility of healing it.

“And you’re still here.” you realised out of breath.

Alexia confirmed this in earnest: “I’m.”

“What does it mean?”, you asked her, searching her hazel eyes for the answer.

She pressed a featherlight kiss to your forehead:” That this is only the beginning not the end.”

If Alexia had to answer the question of, what that feeling was, her answer would be simple: it was love, regardless of what the outside world might think because of your age difference.

gif source: https://www.tumblr.com/okboomer17/752550115290513408/alexia-labor-omnia-vincit-2022?source=share

[socialc1imb]

Do yall know what my controversial nitpick of the Jash Fandom is? All of the people who go “stop infantalizing heart thats a grown man who shot someone!” Etc etc

Why does this drive me insane? Because, one, people will always see a character differently than you no matter who the character is. There’s literally no such thing as a character with one, and I truly mean only one interpretation. Two, why can’t they? Why can’t someone have fun and do what they want? It’s not harming anyone, nor are they telling you to change your thoughts to match theirs. If it bothers you that much? Block them. Who gives a damn. Three, the album is literally left to interpretation. The Big Man who wrote it has said it himself. Aspects are left to interpretation for a reason. Four, the album deals with (what can be) super delicate topics, ie mental illness, depression, suicidal thoughts and ideations. Hell, it even deals with the vague ideas of murder, depending on how you look at it!

Depending on how you look at it.

Have you considered that like. Most, if not all listeners of Jash’s music take those characters and they project onto those characters (pointing back at the “left to interpretation” point). Maybe they want the Emotional and Depressed CCCC Character™️ that they relate to to feel joy and not be constrained to only sadness and responsibility? Maybe they deal with such things as age regression or similar coping mechanisms that they project onto a character they love? Maybe—just maybe—that’s just their interpretation.

There’s literally no difference between having hcs or interpretations that differ from (the already loose) canon. If that were the case, way more people would be getting onto artists for making Soul Feel Joy. Or like having emotions at all. Hell, giving Soul a personality at all makes no sense considering that, in canon, we know so little about him, truly (if you argue “no we know this and this!” I can assure you most arguments would once again be from interpretation or widely accepted hcs).

Lmao anyways this got long and passionate but personally, the longer I’ve spent on the internet and in fandoms, I find it tiring that every other post in the tag is “remember not to infantilize heart!” because at the end of the day. It really does not matter. Block and move on, no one’s going to stop just because you said so.

[casuallyobssessed]

7 Minutes in Heaven - Ted "Theodore" Logan x Fem!Reader ❥ 1.3k Words

A/N: idk why I wrote this but i'm posting it bc I'm too self conscious to post the other fic I'm writing lol. lmk if there's any errors, I didn't edit this very much! Divider by enchanthings

Warnings: handjob, heavy petting/touching (?), no beta, no use of y/n

Archive of Our Own Link

Maybe it was fate that placed you at this party at the same exact time as Ted “Theodore” Logan. It definitely had to be some kind of divine intervention that had you sitting directly across from him during this game of spin the bottle. And if that wasn't enough, you must have had some kind of guardian angel by your side when Ted spun that bottle and it miraculously landed on you.

You have been crushing on Ted ever since you first saw him at one of his first Wyld Stallyns shows. Sure, the music wasn't great, but they were incredibly passionate about playing and that was enough to keep you coming back for more.

Now, you're being ushered into a closet with him, expected to play seven minutes in heaven and act entirely normal about it. Of course you're starstruck, who wouldn't be?

-

“Whoa, it is like, super dark in here. I can't see anything, dude,” Ted whispers as soon as the door closes behind you.

“Makes it more interesting,” You whisper back.

You say a silent prayer that he can't hear your heart hammering inside of your chest. With no time to waste, you make the first move.

You follow the sound of his breathing and search in the dark for his hand. He stiffens as you grab onto him and pull him close, using your other hand to reach up and feel for his cheek. You make contact with his neck and slide your hand up to his cheek.

“Can I kiss you, Ted?”

“Oh, I haven’t, uh-” He clears his throat before you feel him nod and stutter out, “Y-Yeah.”

The Ted “Theodore” Logan has never kissed anyone?! You weren't expecting that. Thinking about being his first kiss makes you nervous, but you're determined to make the most of this short amount of time you've been graciously given.

Leaning up a bit, you try your best to aim for his lips, but end up bumping your nose into his. Thankfully, he lets out an amused chuckle and doesn't seem put off by your blunder. You feel his large hand bump into your chest, followed by him pulling away and a hushed ‘sorry.’ This time, his hand lands higher up, between your neck and shoulder. He follows the contours of your neck to your jaw and guides you to his lips.

As dark as it was in the closet, kissing him lit you up inside. Warmth blooms in your chest as you slowly take the lead and show him the motions. For someone who hasn't kissed anyone before, he wasn't half bad. His lips are soft and taste faintly of… cinnamon?

You intend to give Ted the full experience here. So, when he tentatively puts his hand on your hip, you intercept it and place it on your breast, squeezing around the back of his hand to give him an idea of what you're asking of him.

Eagerly, Ted pushes up your shirt and cups your breast through your bra. The fabric is restricting, but thin enough for him to get a feel for where your nipple is and gently rub his thumb across it, sending a hot wave of want pulsing through you.

Blindly, you slide your hand down his chest, slowing as you trace the long, raised scar adorning his belly. You want to ask him about it as you run your fingers across it, but you feel him flinch as you linger on it and figure it's probably still a sensitive topic. Abandoning the scar, you continue your journey downwards to find the edge of his jeans. He lets out a shuddered breath as you creep your hand underneath his waistband and into his underwear. What you find is more than enough to sate your curiosity.

Nestled in a bush of soft curls is his dick; it's long, and once you wrap your hand around it, you can feel that it's thick enough to make your mouth water and your thighs clench. You've barely touched him when he lets out a low whine, desperate and unsure. You pause for a second and pull away, seriously considering if you should be doing this to him or not.

“Is this okay? Do you want me to stop?” You ask, concern heavy in your voice.

“No! Please, don't stop,” Ted exclaims in a hushed tone as you hear him unzip his pants and shuffle them down, “You can totally touch me again, if you wanna.”

His reassurance is enough to have you groping around in the dark again, searching for him. He catches your wrist, and brings your hand down to where he's fully exposed now. You take him in your hand again, testing the waters with a couple shallow pumps before leaning into his shoulder.

Hot huffs of his breath ghost across your neck as you stroke him; soft whimpers spill unfettered from his lips. Feeling a little daring, you press a few experimental kisses to his neck.

“Wait, I'm-” He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale of breath and a moan, and you suddenly feel his dick pulsing in your hand.

“Did you just…” You whisper in disbelief, feeling his cum drip onto your fingers.

“Y-Yeah. I'm sorry, it never happens that fast,” Ted stumbles over his words as he apologizes to you.

“You don't have to apologize, Ted. It was fun.”

“Sorry. You can wipe your hand on my jeans, if you want.”

“Do I have to?”

“Huh?"

Without another word, you lift your hand to your lips and slowly lick his cum off of your fingers, one by one. With the last finger, you make an exaggerated pop noise as you pull it from your mouth, hoping he gets the message.

“Whoa.”

Message received, loud and clear, it seems.

Next thing you know, you feel his hands on either side of your face, pulling you in. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, hungrily licking into your mouth, chasing what's left of his taste on your tongue. The desperation as he moans into your mouth makes you weak in the knees.

You're about to break away from him when the closet door flies open, the sudden burst of light causing you to squint. Ted's hands fly down to shove himself back into his pants and zip them up. His cheeks are beet red as he looks from you to his friend Bill, who is holding the door open.

“Nice! Dude, you totally got lucky,” Bill shouts as Ted takes your hand and leads you out of the closet.

“Shut up, Bill!” Ted uses his free hand to shove Bill out of the way.

You follow Ted up the stairs, past the rest of the party, and into the kitchen . It's strange looking directly at him. In the dark, everything almost seemed fake, like it didn't actually happen with him.

As you're processing that it did, in fact happen, you watch Ted dig through a couple of drawers before he produces a notepad and a pen.

“Is it cool if I get your number?” He asks sheepishly.

You nod and write it down for him with a grin.

“Excellent! Thanks,” He rips the page off the notepad and shoves it in his pocket, “Does this mean I can see you again sometime?”

“Maybe. Why? You wanna hang out with me for a re-do?” You tease.

Just like that, the red is back in his cheeks and he’s rubbing his neck nervously, “I totally didn't mean it like that. I like you, I think you're cool.”

“I think you're cool, too, Ted.”

He freezes up, almost like he didn't expect you to respond positively. You gently grab his hand and take a step closer to him.

“So, is that a yes?” He asks hesitantly.

“Yeah. I think so,” You giggle as you kiss his cheek.

[maodear]

Hyuna’s and Luka’s different views on Love/views on the world:

TW: mature topics!!!

Hyuluka analysis heh

I apologize for grammar mistakes if there is any.

Luka is very talented, I mean he’s supposed to be. He has the face,voice and visuals. He was created to exactly have no weaknesses or flaws, but in fact he does have a flaw. //I mean it’s because he’s a sickass old guy- but you know// His one flaw is Love. Or exactly on how love works, he doesn’t understand it.

Luka pretty much understands everything in his own complexed way, like on how to please the audience or his guardian. He has accepted that he is a pet, a mere pet that’s purpose is to entertain and please. He believes that this is how it should work no matter what. But love is complicated for him, since he doesn’t understand it. The closest thing he had from love is from his guardian Heperu. Heperu of course isn’t anything close to showing Luka a healthy love, but Luka doesn’t know that. He believes that is how it should be, and he accepted it.

Heperu has corrupted Lukas mind in all ways possible, mentally and physically. Not to mention the there is theories that Heperu has SA Luka. Im sure we all know what kinds of stuff Heperu has put Luka through, and I can go on and on about it. But the key point is that Luka has took this in, and believed this is how love should work. If you love someone, you own them.

In a comics that Vivinos released, Luka says that Hyuna’s life is his. Because he loves her, and Hyuna is like “what you on about? Hah anyways!” Brushing it off. But this goes very deep, he believes on how Heperu treats him. Is how love works. Remember that one scene when Luka was on top of Hyuna, and Hyuna was clearly uncomfortable? It seems that Luka COULD have kissed her. But I believe he did, since he takes on from how Heperu treats him.

As someone who has been through somewhat situations similar, I normalized it at a younger age since I believed it was normal. When you grow up with it, you normalize it and think it’s normal. Sometimes causing you to do the same to others since you no know better //I thankfully got help and nothing worse had happened. But in others cases it does happen. In which pains me

In this Luka doesn’t know how love works. He pictures it, in how Heperu treats him. Because that’s the closest thing he has to love. And if honest non of the cast have anything close to love. Maybe Mizi since she was loved from Shine, but still. It’s complicated

On to Hyuna on her view, it’s much more healthy in a way. She wanted her freedom instead of accepting on being a pet. Her passion for singing wasn’t for their own amusement, but was for her. Hyuna was her own person and her passions were hers and only hers. The taste of freedom

Unlike Luka, Hyuna had her brother Hyun-woo. They had the loving sibling connection that is hard to have, and they had each other before being adopted by the guardian Phan. Hyun-woo would follow in his sisters footsteps, like any younger brother would. He had the same sense of freedom as Hyuna had.

They knew was love was, in a healthy sibling way. But what corrupts both Hyuna and Luka is what freedom is actually like.

Imagine this alright?

You were born in a room. A single room that holds everything. You grow up in that room, and learn everything you need to in that room. Throughout that room you find someone there, who says they want to leave that space. And explore what’s outside, but you tell them “why would you want to leave if you are in this room? There is everything here?” That person says they don’t think that this is their only purpose. That there is probably more then that room.

You could say “oh I would probably want to leave that room!” But realistically you wouldn’t know that there is a leave. Because that is all you know, that room and only that room. Kinda like how people thought the world was flat. Until someone took the risk, and learned it wasn’t. You can say I’m going too deep in to this but this is how Luka’s and Hyuna’s reality works.

Hyuna wants to leave that room, she believes that there is more. But Luka has accepted how the reality is. Slowly though Hyuna will realize, that freedom doesn’t exist. Cause no matter what, she was born a mere pet. She can’t escape it, since she has a marking imprinted on her.

Both of them are equally as corrupted, no matter what. But the reality is in their eyes, they can accept it right away, or you will learn to. Just like in real life. They both tie in

[rielaaa2]

「 ✦ academic rivals ✦ 」

quackity x reader

── .✦ a little help w ai — first tumblr post !:)

── .✦ synopsis ; You and Quackity or known as Alexis, had been academic rivals ever since the start of high school. however, a school field trip during your sophomore year changed everything.

You’d been academic rivals with Alexis since the very first day of high school. The two of you shared nearly every class, constantly fighting for the top spot. Whether it was stealing the teacher’s questions, comparing test scores, or arguing over who had the better project, the competition between you was fierce.

If there was one thing you were sure about, it was that Alex was insufferable.

And yet, somehow, the school field trip during your sophomore year changed everything.

The trip was to the local nature reserve, a lush green sanctuary filled with trails, streams, and wildlife. The goal was to collect data and samples for your biology project. You were excited… until you saw the seating arrangement for the bus.

Your name was right next to his.

“No way,” you muttered, staring at the paper.

“Looks like we’re stuck together,” Quackity said, appearing behind you with his trademark smirk. “Try not to get too jealous of my field notes.”

You rolled your eyes. “Try not to copy mine.”

The two of you boarded the bus, sitting side by side for the first time ever. At first, the tension was thick. He had his earbuds in, and you were pretending to be interested in the scenery outside. But eventually, the silence became unbearable.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, pulling out one of his earbuds. “Do you think we’re gonna see anything cool today? Like frogs or something?”

You glanced at him, surprised he was trying to make conversation. “I mean, maybe. They did say there’s a stream nearby.”

“Cool. Frogs are, like, underrated,” he said, leaning back in his seat.

You blinked, caught off guard by his casual statement. “You think frogs are underrated?”

“Yeah. They’re chill. What, you don’t agree?”

“I mean, I guess?” you replied, a laugh escaping your lips. “I’ve never thought about it that much.”

From there, the conversation snowballed. You started talking about biology, then transitioned to random topics like favorite snacks, movies, and the most embarrassing moments you’d had in class. By the time the bus pulled up to the nature reserve, you realized you were actually enjoying talking to him.

The day at the reserve was surprisingly fun. You and Quackity were paired up for most of the activities, collecting water samples and jotting down observations.

At one point, while sitting on a rock by the stream, he hesitated before saying, “Can I tell you something? Like… something no one else knows?”

You raised an eyebrow. “This isn’t some elaborate plan to distract me from getting better notes, is it?”

“No, I’m serious,” he said, his tone softer than usual.

“Alright,” you said, leaning in slightly. “What is it?”

He glanced around to make sure no one else was nearby before whispering, “I have a Twitch channel.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s kind of a secret. I haven’t told anyone at school. I don’t know… I guess I’m just scared people will think it’s dumb.”

You stared at him, surprised by his vulnerability. “Why would anyone think it’s dumb? That’s actually really cool.”

“You think so?” he asked, his eyes lighting up.

“Yeah,” you said with a small smile. “I mean, I’d probably make fun of you if you were bad at it, but—“

“Wow, thanks,” he interrupted, laughing.

“But seriously,” you continued, “it’s awesome. You should be proud of it.”

For the rest of the trip, you found yourself seeing Quackity in a new light. He wasn’t just your rival anymore—he was someone who shared the same passion for learning, someone who could make you laugh, someone who wasn’t afraid to show a more vulnerable side.

By the time the bus ride back started, the two of you were laughing so much that the teacher had to shush you.

“Didn’t think I’d ever say this,” he said as the bus pulled into the school parking lot, “but I had fun today. With you.”

“Same,” you admitted, your cheeks warming.

From that day on, things between you and Quackity were different. You still competed in class, but the rivalry felt less intense, more playful. And every now and then, you’d catch him sneaking a glance your way, his smirk replaced with a softer expression.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that somewhere between the frogs, the stream, and that secret Twitch confession, you’d started to like him. And judging by the way he stuck around after school to talk to you more often, you had a feeling he felt the same.

[downins]

Alex X student reader or just an Alex X reader from do kitty ??

✧.*𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖽, 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾✧.* (𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗑 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌)

𝖺/𝗇: 𝗁𝗂𝗂! 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗑 𝗑 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂'𝗆 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝖽𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺

𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗋!𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗑 𝗑 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗋!𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌)

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀(𝗌): 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒, 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾

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listen to: everyone adores you (at least i do), matt maltese

how you meet:

⤑ you were a new teacher at kiss and so was alex, since the school was like crazy huge you had to navigate your way through it while being all confused and sort of frustrated because you were running late

⤑ you accidentally bumped into alex at the hallway, causing your files and books to be scattered all over the floor. without hesitation, you started apologising out of embarrassment and not wanting to make any eye contact

⤑ you also tried to help pick up alex's stuff as quick as possible because you realised that your time was running out. after doing so, you picked up your pace while walking before he stopped you, "hi, i'm really sorry for that back there. but could you tell me where's the chemistry lab located?". his voice made you stop in your tracks, "oh, it's probably at second floor" you turned around and gave him a small smile

⤑ he gave you a quick thanks before rushing off in the opposite direction. you did the same, except you had no idea that he smiled to himself and blushed a little because he thought you were sort of adorable

how he fell for you & the confession happened:

⤑ as your relationship with him grew closer, he started noticing little details about you like how your head tilts to the side slightly before answering a question etc

⤑ he adores the amount of passion you have for teaching and educating young minds, he would always take a longer route to his lab just to steal a couple glances at you before heading to his class

⤑ there are some physics topics where it collides with chemistry's so you'd always ask alex for help to explain it to you, whether it'd be calls or meeting at his "home office"

⤑ like i said, he loves likes seeing how passionate you are when it comes to learning and teaching so he would literally take his time with you while explaining slowly to you

⤑ he realised his feelings were strong for you when he explained to you about his family and kitty etc and you were there with him on his journey to finding out the truth about them. remember that one scene where he left the chuseok dinner because professor lee said "this is why i don't have kids"? yeah, you didn't hesitate to run after him and hold him in your arms while listening to him vent about his emotions

⤑ while you were holding him, you kept on trying to comfort him and tell him that you'll both figure everything out together, that you'll stick with him every step of the way

⤑ he looked up at you and your eyes met his, "you promise?" he said while he held out his pinky finger and you linked yours with his immediately, earning a soft chuckle from him. during that moment, you both noticed the tension between the two of you and decided to cut it off by kissing each other

how dating him would be like:

⤑ very obviously the students would tease absolute shit outta both of you. like every single time they spot the two of you walking down the hallway together and laughing, they'd exchange looks and giggle quietly to themselves

⤑ even the teachers too sometimes, principal lim would definitely support your relationship (she'd get flashbacks of when she was with daniel)

⤑ he loves spending his time sitting in the pantry and library with you, just enjoying each other's presence while the two of you work on your own stuff and projects

⤑ matching mugs!! because i said so !! and they both have really cheesy lines on them, which most teachers tease the two of you about but they still think you're cute

⤑ when alex finally found out the truth about his family and daniel accepted that he was his actual father, you were there to listen to his rambles and updates about his life and him spending time with daniel

⤑ you're sort of like a big sister to yuri too since he's her half brother, so when she came out to you and alex, you both immediately accepted and congratulated her for being so brave to do such thing

⤑ she loves going to you for advice and you were there for her during her break up with juliana, i'm talking like visiting her with a shit ton of ice cream, listening to her vents and giving her a shoulder to cry on

⤑ you would jokingly mock his australian accent by saying certain words and alex would just sigh then laugh with you. although, you do secretly love it when you know

[clarisse0o]

The Mayor - Chapter 20

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternate Universe: Mayor and Architect

Words: 1300

Masterlist

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That last night had left its mark, both literally and figuratively.

I had to use every trick in the book to hide that stubborn red mark on my neck. But I’d overlooked the few scratches on my back, which Alessia quickly noticed. I improvised a story about a hike through the woods. Did she believe me? Hiking had never been one of my passions. But she didn’t ask any more questions.

These two parallel relationships were beginning to exhaust me. What I once found fun and exciting was getting harder to manage, especially as Lucy seemed to be taking up more and more space in my life. In the end, I wasn’t with anyone, building nothing but empty promises. So, when Alessia suggested a long weekend getaway to her friend’s hotel in the Basque Country, I found myself genuinely considering it. I’d told myself I wouldn’t take any vacation this year—too much work, Alexia on maternity leave… But I desperately needed a few days to clear my head and get some perspective.

Around the same time, I received some wonderful news: Alexia had given birth to a little girl, Jeanne, who arrived two weeks early. I went to the hospital immediately to meet my goddaughter, arms full of gifts. She was simply beautiful.

“She won’t stop crying! I had no idea babies cried this much!” Alexia complained, making an exaggerated face.

I laughed. “She’s a baby! She’s always hungry!”

“Oh, laugh it up! My roommate’s baby barely makes a sound! Mine’s going to drive me crazy, and you too, GODMOTHER!”

We both laughed. I’d missed my Alexia, her humor, her joyfulness—everything that had been absent at the office these past two months. She continued, “Alessia called to congratulate me! She also said you’re hesitating about going to the Basque Country?”

“I’d said I wouldn’t take a break this year, and…”

She cut me off. “Come on, Ona, it’s only three days. Just take Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday off, and stay until Sunday. That’s an ORDER! It’ll give our interns a bit more responsibility, and Raphael is doing an excellent job.”

I smiled and replied, “Careful, or you’ll replace me!”

Alexia laughed, shaking her head. I continued, “But Lucy’s project is almost finished—just one more month left, and there’s a lot of final checks to do, and…”

“Which you’ll do the following Monday! She’ll survive a few days without you, won’t she? Off to the Basque Country you go!” she insisted with a dismissive wave.

She was right—I needed this break to clear my head. It was only three short days, and I’d made my decision.

The Monday before my departure, two days before leaving, I had dinner with Lucy. We’d made a habit of meeting once a week to discuss the project and all kinds of other topics—our lives, culture, travel… Lucy was someone incredibly knowledgeable and generous. I showed her the pictures of little Jeanne.

“She’s beautiful!”

“Absolutely! And quite the set of lungs!” I replied with a smile.

“And doesn’t that make you want one of your own?”

I looked up from the photo to meet her eyes. She asked the question with such seriousness.

“One day, I suppose. But right now, my love life isn’t exactly what you’d call stable enough for a baby, don’t you think?” I replied with a teasing smile.

She looked back at her plate, so I decided to change the subject.

“Lucy, I wanted to tell you—I’m going on vacation, so we won’t see each other until next Monday!”

She looked surprised. “You’re really going?”

“Yes, I need some air. I’ll be gone Wednesday through Sunday in the Basque Country.”

“With Alessia?”

Concise and direct as always—classic Lucy.

“Yes, with Alessia.”

She stared at me. “It’s funny how you can’t bring yourself to admit you’re in a relationship with her.”

I frowned, wondering what she was implying. “What? No, we’re not in a relationship, I told you! She’s leaving soon. We get along well and love spending time together, but…”

“It doesn’t matter, Ona, whether you are or aren’t with her. Stop justifying yourself.”

Her tone became that familiar, condescending one she adopted from time to time, the one that always annoyed me.

She continued, “You’re in such a strange situation!”

It was incredible, hearing this from Lucy herself, trapped in her own loveless marriage.

“Well, that’s rich coming from you.”

A heavy silence fell, which she broke.

“And if I need your advice on something while you’re gone?”

Her voice turned sharp and cold.

“Raphael, my employee—”

“Your intern, yes.”

“Soon-to-be employee if all goes well, will come on Thursday. For the rest, you have my number. I’m sure you’ll manage five days without me, Lucy?” I challenged with a look.

“Without any trouble, Ona.”

The trip to the Basque Country went by in a flash, time racing by with Alessia. We spent our days alternating between hikes in the Basque countryside and swimming, between the mountains and the sea, between dining out and staying in our cozy room in Biarritz. Each night and each morning, we made love, reigniting desire and passion. For the first time in a year, we found ourselves free from the constraints of routine, and it felt like a breath of fresh air for both of us.

I managed to disconnect from work, though there was one person who kept intruding—Lucy. Not a day went by without a message from her, asking about a décor choice or inquiring about a particular artwork’s arrival. After Raphael’s visit on Thursday, I received a mischievous message:

"The intern is far less attractive than his mentor."

I couldn’t help but smile, though I refrained from playing along, wanting to stay focused on Alessia. I replied each time only as needed, keeping things professional. Yet every day, I found myself expecting a message from Lucy, wondering if she was deliberately creating that expectation or genuinely concerned about the décor.

Still, it didn’t stop me from cherishing every moment with Alessia. On Sunday afternoon, just before we were to leave, we shared a glass of white wine overlooking the ocean from a beautiful bar. The place was tranquil, the waves, the sun warming my back… I closed my eyes, breathing in the sea air.

“Ona, I need to talk to you.”

It was Alessia’s voice. I opened my eyes to find hers, serious and intent. What was she going to say?

“Yes?”

“Look, you can see this situation is strange. We act like a couple when we’re together, but we aren’t one…”

I saw her carefully choosing her words, taking her time. I swallowed hard, her tone unsettling me. She continued, “These last five days have been amazing, haven’t they?”

I nodded with a big smile. Yes, I had been so happy.

“You’ve seemed overworked lately, a bit distant sometimes. I don’t need an explanation, Ona…”

My hands were clammy now, dreading what she might say.

“But the truth is, it’s time to move forward and make a decision…”

So this was it—she was going to say she didn’t want to see me anymore. I’d known it would end like this, that we’d drift apart, but not now, not after such a beautiful weekend. She had brought so much happiness, so much light to my life. Tears welled up in my eyes, hidden behind my dark sunglasses. I lowered my head, barely able to utter a word. I wanted to walk away, leave this table. She took my hand, a touch that surprised and warmed my chilled heart.

“Ona, I love you. That’s not news—I’ve known it for a while. But I want to be with you. I want to give up going to Canada and get back together, Ona. Together, again.”

[shy-of-fluff]

Trying to be more emotionally open like my therapist suggests but every time I do I make the person closest to me unhappy

[ducktracy]

there are a lot of evil people in the world and a lot of darkness in the world and so it’s very important for me to stress that now more than ever is the time to spread kindness and compassion. combat the evil by not only not partaking in it, but actively refuting it. destroy the notion that being compassionate or generous or kind to someone is uncool or embarrassing or even scary. be the change you want to see. start a chain reaction. positivity only breeds more positivity. do an act of kindness for someone so that that person who is too afraid to do it themselves can see you, realize that they’re not alone, and perhaps sheepishly follow your example. and then the next person who is too afraid but sees that person can do the same. when bad news comes out about bad people or horrible atrocities in the world it’s such an easy impulse to despair, and obviously it’s important to feel what you need to feel. grieve. be angry. be sorrowful. be empathetic. but dust off your pants and get up and be a part of a chain reaction that, no matter how small the scale, and spread compassion and love and care. all the reasons why you might not—“it’s hard! it’s scary! people will make fun of me! it’s useless because there’s too much evil!” are all grade A arguments as to why you should. you have no idea how many people you could inspire to do the same. even if it doesn’t get you anyway far, you can at least say you have the nobility of trying. please choose love and please choose life. you are worth loving and you are worth inspiring others to love

[crystallizsch]

so i know i already have it like. in my twst intro-

but i would like to specify again that i AM queer (i just have a preference to express myself as feminine most of the time) + i’m just not into very specific labels because my gender and sexuality is a spectrum and ever-changing and i just express myself however i feel at the moment 💥

anyways uhhh love you all no matter what you identify as, yall are safe with me 🫶

[nenoname]

been seeing too many posts insisting ford should call stan "lee" lately, i'm seconds away from writing the most jarring fic where dipper inexplicably calls mabel "belle" the entire time

[randomfoggytiger]

TRADWIVES: Ahistoric LARPing

Found some cool clips that debunk the current "tradwife" grift circulating the internet.

Clip 1: Traditional wives were not weak-willed lilies that pined away dutifully, grossly stupid and financially dependent on their husbands... working women, anyway. (Full video here-- though it mainly debunks the "godfather" of the Red Pill more broadly than his misunderstanding of the traditional family.)

Clip 2: The tradwife and Red Pill movement don't understand the 1950s. Married women chose to remain in the work force post WWII, which locked the younger women out of jobs. The younger generations then married and had kids early because the economy was good and there was nothing else to do. (Full video here. I highly recommend it in conjunction with her video carefully deconstructing the "men need sex [at the expense of women]" narrative, found here.)

Clip 3: Lastly, "modern women" who've chosen to become SAHM and SAHW have successfully done so without sacrificing their financial independence or losing their personal dignity or identity. (Full video here, which breaks down popular TikTok tradwife content.)

Obviously, no relationship is perfect; and more obviously, it's a great risk to throwaway the potential of financial freedom and independence on the false dream the trad movement is selling. Not only are they self-employed women masquerading as traditional, but most (not all) are also making a mockery of the hardworking women who juggle their lives, kids, and finances to make a SAHM role work.

At the end of the day, we can only make the best choices for ourselves-- in any area of our lives-- if we're truthfully informed.

Thanks for reading (and watching)~

Enjoy!

[steelthroat]

I only have 1 very controversial opinion:

You should have a license for kids and pets.

Long rant incoming:

Like... yeah, I know it's bad, it can be strumentalized politically etc etc. I know I know- controlling natality like that is dangerous and stuff. Fine, I get it, I swear I do.

But seriously after all the [INCREDIBLY BAD] parenting I witness (especially now that I am staying at the theme park) and the straight up animal abuse (because otherwise I don't know how to label that shit) I see from certain dog owners...

GEE I GET IT PARENTING/TAKING CARE OF AN ANIMAL IT'S HARD BLA BLA BLA. Don't have them. Please I swear to God Don't make what are supposed to be good memories fucking miserable to your kids.

Just be humble and seek some help or informations on how to take care of something/someone else.

Look. I've seen poor dogs laying on the floor under the few shadows that are here and there tired, absolutely devastated. And I know for a fact the ground ain't cool, those dipshits that own them walk with fucking shoes on and forget the main reason they do huhhh???

DO NOT BRING DOGS WITH YOU AT THE THEME PARK. JFC IT'S NOT THAT HARD OF A CONCEPT. Your dog will be tired, the floor is literally lava, you CANNOT bring them on the roller coasters and you cannot leave them to the staff. It will be stressing for you and miserable for them, do not fucking do it.

And please parents don't be assholes for a day? Jfc it's the first time your 5yrs old kid has experience something like that, be patient???? My god, they're excited, YOU brought them here, match even a half of their enthusiasm.

I know your kid has asked you to look at [insert thing] 30 times and you've already seen it 3000 times before. THEY HAVEN'T. THEY ARE FIVE FFS. LOOK AT THEM SHOWING YOU THE COOL THING. It takes five seconds, even less and they’ll be satisfied.

And the ones who snap at their kids after they ask them something twice.

I hate you. You should have never reproduced. You made life miserable for both you and your poor kid that DOESN'T DESERVE YOU.

Like I don't get it, kids ARE hard and can be pretty annoying, 100% no doubt in my mind. But also if you listen to them, if you [EDUCATE] them and understand how they think... it does get easier. You're the parent. If you don't know how your kids "work" you're doing a bad job.

And maybe you are gonna think "hey Zero, you don't have kids you don't understand, also there is a difference between a parent ignoring a tantrum and what you're saying maybe they are..."

NO. Nuh uh! I've been around children all my life, I've had to help some parents, spend a lot of time being the babysitter of the friend group to the younger siblings.

And guess what? I was their favorite person, why? I matched their energy, I LISTENED to them and I was KIND to them when they asked something. If I had to stop a tantrum I didn't turn it into a screaming match.

Guess I was doing SOMETHING right if ALL those kids from different backgrounds and contexts decided *I* was someone worth listening to.

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On a more serious note, I know a license for kids is not a good thing because 100% this would be strumentalized against natives, people of color, poor people, etcetera. Yes, yes, I know. It should never become a reality. I am just venting about the bad parents I see, and I wish nothing for them to see the error in their ways and to not further traumatize or make their kids' lives miserable and start over. I believe in rehabilitation and redemption.

I am just angry and tired mate.

A license for animals, however, is something I am starting to believe in after some shit I've witnessed. These owners are dangerous.

[beansschool]

OK I am obsessed with this HenRen family plot Mara has my whole heart and deserves all the good things

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

i need people to start writing scientists as completely batshit. none of us are normal. the “uptight and logical and rational” stereotype is a facade