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Voyager-A & Protostar "Ascension Pt. 1"

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Star Trek: Prodigy - USS Voyager-A Bridge Wall LCARs Concept Art by Dominique Rossier

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Literally the first thing I thought of.

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18 years ago today Class of 3000 premiered on Cartoon Network!!!

THIS WAS MY SHOW!!🤩🤩🤩

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Dedicated to Aaliyah @ducktopia90264 ....

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Propaganda

Gene Tierney (Laura, The Ghost and Mrs Muir, Leave Her to Heaven)— The class, the elegance. The way she walks into frame and immediately all focus is on her. She had a pretty lengthy struggle with mental health that she describes in her book, which I think made her all the more sensitive in portraying characters like in leave her to heaven. Also she dumped JFK so

Nina Mae McKinney (Hallelujah, Pie Pie Blackbird, The Devil’s Daughter)—One of the first black movie stars, Nina worked with Bill ‘Bojangles’ Robinson, King Vidor, and Paul Robeson. She was the first Black Actress to be signed to one of the major studios, MGM, but her career was stalled by a lack of roles.

This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Gene Tierney:

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The entire plot of Laura is that a guy has to become completely obsessed with a woman after just seeing her portrait. This only works because Gene was cast in the role. I 10000% believe anyone could fall in love after seeing her face.

Those eyes! Just look at those eyes! She’s at her hottest in Leave Her To Heaven— I literally want her to ruin my life.

Absolute grade-A babe, she is the perfection incarnate.

Gene Tierney was beautiful, poised, intense. I associate her with roles where she was murderous or an intelligent woman being patronized to - like a woman on the edge! As far as I am concerned, she deserved to do whatever she wanted.

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She had a slight overbite which was amazingly sexy, and a throaty voice that was very memorable as well. She’s terrific in Laura, which reminds me I should watch it again.

EYES!! Her diabolical acting in Leave Her to Heaven is just perfect, Rosamund Pike definitely took notes for her Gone Girl from her.

Oscar-nominated and simply one of the most beautiful women to ever walk this Earth.

Absolutely stunning. In Leave Her to Heaven, she reaches Rosamund-Pike-in-Gone-Girl levels of “holy fucking shit?!?!?!” She had a fling with JFK in the ‘40s and also dated the exes of Rita Hayworth and Hedy Lamarr (Prince Aly Khan and W. Howard Lee, respectively). Sadly, her daughter was born with a disability (during a time in which there were few good mainstream options for disabled children and their parents), likely because of a fan who was sick with measles and went out of her way to meet Tierney (who was pregnant) anyway. Topical! Sure would be good if people stayed home when they were sick! Anyway, she was also a Republican, which sucks. Laura and Leave Her to Heaven are great viewing though.

Nina Mae McKinney:

Hollywood's first Black vamp, and have you seen her dance? 👀

She has such delicate features and such a delightfully impish smile

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Her Recovery p1.

ONESHOT ❦︎ (very) [OC] FemReader x Larissa Weems

°° Reader is named Florere Dulcie since I dislike using Y/N when writing. 😓

" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕��'𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚢? "

Being part of the Nevermore Family has unleashed something inside of you. The fear of being judged for expressing yourself was washed away once you had taken a step into the academy. For the first time in your life during your early-thirty's, you felt the freedom of expression you had ever so craved for. Being a professor means having the advantage of wearing anything that came into mind, of course it would need to be appropriate for teaching.

It took some time for you to adjust into Nevermore. The first week was quite a hassle since you already had a lot in your hands.. To moving in the teachers dorms, to organizing your class schedule, to designing your classroom, to decide what lessons you would be teaching for the curriculum, gosh there was too many to even decide! Welcome to the career you chose, I guess.. If only you weren't five foot two tall then you would've pursued modeling that kept calling out for your name. And here you are pursuing the job of teaching, to be able to at least inspire youngsters. But the main reason was.. you missed your daughter. You missed taking care of her, missing the presence of a child. In fact, you never thrown out a single picture of your daughter. Why couldn't you call your ex-husband if you're child-deprived? You couldn't, of course. You left your child's life without oh so suddenly.. and probably you were the villain in their eyes, so why would you bother to even try? Having this motherly instinct led you to Nevermore Academy to teach with passion. No wonder the students had immediately added you to their favorites list.

..Feeling as if Nevermore was your home.

You were plain, nothing special looked on you, you were 'normal' when you first set foot into Nevermore for the job interview. The observant principal took notice of how you drastically changed into this 'fashionista' that the staff and students had called you, because of basically how you had started to literally turn Nevermore into your fashion show. There was not a single day that you didn't capture anyone's attention..

There was just something about printed leopard clothing that set your heart ablaze, it was as if it was made just for you to wear. Especially the fur coats that you'd always love to wear during seasonal winters. Not to mention, you'd always have an eye for vintage fashion. You even made sure your hair had the style of Hedy Lamarr, an iconic Hollywood actress. It took almost six months of working in Nevermore to bring this celebrity or rather.. outcast out of you.

..And that made Larissa feel nothing more than proud of you because of your improvement.

Compliments never failed to make you flattered no matter how many times you've had received it from your students and faculty staff. It has been six months working under Nevermore, and it already feels like you know this place like the palm of your hand. This Academy was full of secrets waiting for their discovery and you were more than proud to figure out just that. But working for Nevermore also has its ups and downs.. For example; The murder of Rowan, one of the Academy's students. Gosh.. it never failed to give your skin goosebumps just from the thought of it. You were always late by the news of on-going happenings inside the school grounds, only being updated when your co-workers talk about certain topics. Plus, the fact that Wednesday Addams never failed to make the principal's blood boil.

Just as you thought everything chaotic was dying down, you were so wrong.

..Here you are, visiting Principal Weems's quarters in Jericho's Hospital for the third time in a week. Praying to the deities that she'll recover from the hell she just had experienced. If only that darn Marilyn Thornhill was caught earlier. You were worried like it was the end of the world when you had miraculously arrived just on time because of some rising voices inside the botany teacher's room. Greeted by the fact that the Principal's mouth was foaming, with her body fully paralyzed from whatever injected serum was stabbed on her.

If only.. if only you were not the type of woman who would shy away from their love interest. Then you would've spent more time with the apple of your eyes..

It as was if you regretted every single decision you made to avoid Larissa in any way because you simply had feelings for her. The whole semester was on pause because of this certain situation.. like how the whole academy stopped functioning for a certain while. Just as if you were sulking the fact of your awful decisions in life, blaming yourself in every possible way. You stopped on your tracks when the door to the principal's hospital room was half open. Taking a small peek before completely opening it, you couldn't believe your eyes that your co-workers had arrived and gathered before you.

Your eyes widen a bit when you heard a particular voice, none other than belonging to Principal Weems herself. Talking amongst the crowd almost sorroundings her bed.. Thank the heavens above for being able to hear your goddess's voice once again!

" Ah, Miss Florere, you've arrived just in time! " One of your co-workers welcomed your arrival with open arms. All heads turning unto you as you stood frozen still unto the door frame, including the head of a particular blonde. Your eyes immediately landing on eachother, taking note of her pale and natural look.. " You're more than welcome to come in, Miss 'Dulcie'. " The maiden name of your mother immediately snapped you back unto reality. You almost totally forgot that you had changed your complete identity when you decided to use your mother's maiden name than use the 'Gustavo' name. And gosh.. the way Larissa almost held you in chokehold by simply tapping her tongue to pronounce your name. This woman will surely be the death of you someday..

" Of course.. " you replied with a stutter as the blush on your cheeks grew and stepped a foot inside as you closed the door from behind. The atmosphere was comfortable and cheerful, despite the gloomy background still being there. But set that aside, everyone was here for the principal's quick recovery after all. It honestly surprised you because you almost saw her die before your eyes..

This certain situation made you feel at ease and relief now that Larissa's health has been stabilized.

Watching everyone talk comfortably to Principal Weems made you unable to contain that smile. Making your heart swell as you listened attentively on their conversations. " Regarding the second semester, please notify the students that it'll be postponed until further notice. We must prioritize the students mental health recovery from everything that has happened within the school grounds. " Her strong British accent quickly making anyone listen inside the room. Gosh.. this woman had just woken up from slumber and already thought about a strategy regarding the schools administrations? What is she even doing during her sleep, work? But not to mention, it was still pretty impressive. As expected from Principal Weems herself..

" Oh set the responsibilities aside, Principal Weems! Please.. focus on your recovery also. " A sentence that made almost everyone nodding their head, " Not to mention.. Miss Florere here got everything under control when you were gone. " Your co-worker said with a smile as all eyes were on you for the credits. You couldn't help but giggle slightly before replying, " Oh please.. Its not much of a big deal. I just made sure to send each of the student's parents some letter regarding the incident. Explaining everything they needed to know and give some reassurances on their child's education inside Nevermore Academy.. " You couldn't help but glance at Larissa who seems to have a pleasing smile and seeming to notice the way her tense body relaxed.

" Not to mention, Miss Florere here made sure to bring you some flowers everyday. "

" It's the least I could do.. " You couldn't help but mutter shyly as you lowered your gaze on all the credits you've received. Unknowingly that all of the little things were noticed by the staff and we're exposed to the Principal itself. Larissa couldn't help but grow her smile more, seemingly applauding you silently as you felt her gaze bore unto you. But her gaze quickly returned when conversations seem to spark again.. and there you were behind the crowd, flattered by all the credits you had received.

As time passes by, the nurse had came in the room to remind the dear visitors about the curfew regarding visiting hours. Which made that gloomy atmosphere somehow seep in upon the reminder.. It was honestly a hard thought that you would be leaving this woman all alone for the sake of recovery. After few more conversations, the staff had decided it would be best to leave earlier to avoid some scolding from the medical health workers. You were the last to leave.. making you stop on your tracks once again when you heard Larissa's voice from behind.

" Professor Dulcie.. for a moment? " The only woman who called you by your mother's maiden name.

" Yes? " You turned around, breath immediately hitching as you made eye contact with her beautiful blue orbs.

" Would you fetch me my laptop? And perhaps other things like.. anything that could cure my boredom during my recovery. Could you bring my items tomorrow evening? " Her voice ever so gentle and soft, making you almost immediately melt on the spot.

" Of course.. anything for you, Principal Weems. " The last sentence was totally unplanned, it came out of your mouth automatically. Was this the effect by being under her gaze?

In which, Larissa responded with a giggle. Making your eyes slightly widen from realization of what you had just said. Gosh you are more than exposing yourself! But my gosh.. her giggle was beautiful too, almost making you weak on your knees. You wished you could hear it everyday..

" I'll take note of that, Professor. " She replied with that pearly whites of hers.

That certain interaction replayed in your head, because you were sure that her reply had a hint of playfulness. Or where you just being delusional? But oh well.. this was it. The start of getting to know Larissa, and aim for establishing a friendship with her. After all that happened in a blink of an eye? That you almost lost the source of your heart beat? You were now firm with your decision to establish a friendship with the Principal of Nevermore Academy. Or possibly.. even more than friends.

In fact, you couldn't sleep last night. Larissa's reply kept ringing into your head like a bell.. it was the reason behind your sleepless night. You were certainly aware that you were acting like a complete teenager girl fan girling over some 'stupid' crush. But oh dearest Larissa was more than 'just a crush'. She was your muse, your goddess.. you are so in love. And you aren't denying it anymore.

You carefully gathered everything essential unto the desk of the principal. Her laptop, her documents, her notebook and pen, the clothes and hairpins she needed once she got fully healed, her hygiene kit, and.. her signature red lipstick? Of course, you thought that it would be better to bring it. Since you've barely seen her never wear the red lipstick, thinking that every woman has her comfort, and the red lipstick was exactly what you think Larissa needed. You couldn't help but feel something was missing.. but you were also sure you've gotten everything important. You shrugged that thought off immediately when you've checked every stuff needed, and packed it into this large leather bag of yours. You wouldn't be bothered if you left it into the possession of Larissa. As you said.. you would do anything for this woman.

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The Principal's face lit up once you've finally showed up into the hospital quarters.

" I've got everything. " You tried not show how nervous you actually were. Because you were unsure if you even got the essential things she requested and needed.

" Thank you so much, dear. " You couldn't help but blush at the pet name, as you basically helped set up the laptop on her bed desk. Seeming to notice that she was way more lively than usual.. it seems like she's recovering real well. Which made you unable to hide your smile at that thought, because that's exactly what you were wishing for.

As silence crept in, you hesitated for a moment to start a conversation as Larissa was now focused on turning on her laptop. Staring at her signature red lipstick inside the bag, you were practically fighting demons inside of you to make such a decision that took so much courage..

" I don't think the principal would survive without her red lipstick.. " You cracked a joke as you showed her, her signature red lipstick. Larissa couldn't help but raise a brow as she looked at you, but the moment she layed eyes on her lipstick she couldn't help but smile ear to ear.

" Hm? How did you know? " The blonde replied to your joke with a giggle, seeming to ride with your joke. You couldn't help but giggle in reply too, handing her the red lipstick as the blush on your cheeks grew.

" My dear professor.. I can't apply my lipstick without a without a mirror. " Larissa said as she opened her lipstick, her gaze running back to you. " Oh right! I think I got it..- Oh. " You immediately turned around to clutter inside the bag over nothing. So that's what you were missing, a mirror.

" I-I'm sorry, Principal Weems.. I don't think I have brought any- "

" Can you help me put it on? "

" ..What? "

" What I meant is.. May you please kindly help me apply the lipstick, Professor? "

𝙰/𝙽: Soo, this chapter is almost inspired by a fanfiction I've red in AO3, I've sadly forgotten the title and name of the author.. Hope you enjoyed this one! Honestly speaking; I discontinued this due to academics work load.. it was supposed to be a full available book in Wattpad. And I can't find the right time to do it sadly.

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Note: some characters have TWO Voice actors/actresses, it's because in every episode of the reboot, the voice actors will swap

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Class of 3000 characters and their voice actors/actresses for the reboot:

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Sunny - Andre 3000

Li'l D - small fire

Madison - Jennifer Hale

Philly Phil - Phil LaMarr

Tamika - Crystal Scales

Eddie - Tom Kenny

Kim - Janice Kawaye

Kam - Janice Kawaye

Salieri - Jeff Bennett and Brandon Rogers

Lil' G - Small fire

Addison - Jennifer Hale and Catherine Gallant

Brooklyn Bill - Phil LaMarr

Bambi - Crystal Scales and Uzo Aduba

Freddie - Tom Kenny

Jim - Janice Kawaye

Jam - Janice Kawaye

Big D - Kevin Micheal Richardson

Mila - Jennifer Hale

Cheddar man - Phil LaMarr and Eddie Murphy

Bianca - Jennifer Hale and Donna Cherry

Mr Yin - Tom Kenny

Mr Min - Phil LaMarr

Kaylie - Jennifer Hale and Kate O'Sullivan

Mackenzie - Tara Strong and Maria Darling

Tanya - Cree Summer

Principal Luna - Jeff Bennett

Petunia Squattinchowder - Tom Kenny and Melissa McCarthy

Jan - Jeff Bennett

Lucius - Ogie Banks and Latrice Royal (mostly Latrice)

Jared - Phil LaMarr

Bullfrog - Kevin Kendrick and Kevin Micheal Richardson

Preston - Tom Kenny

Dustin - Phil LaMarr

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lovesick

crossposted to ao3 here

a fic about anne being sick. jamie watches over her while deja is busy.

Deja Lamarre: Something sgb came up. Can someone check on anne?

You: she’s still sick?

Deja Lamarre: yup.

*Percy: I have class :/

*Percy: I can come by with soup later tho

You: I’ll go.

Deja Lamarre: awesome. I should be back in an hour or two

You: ⛵

Winter had only now begun, and Anne was already sick. Jamie worried how the rest of the season would go, at this rate. Feeling worried about someone that wasn’t himself, Elio or Percy felt weird—not bad, simply… unpracticed. Like it was a muscle he hadn’t used in a long while.

It felt like longer, since Jamie met the oddball trio of Anne, Deja and Cameron. Perhaps it was due to him having known Cameron for a while, or the ease with which Anne and him got along, but it being only a few months felt wrong, especially when his entire world seeming to shift with Anne’s presence in it.

Jamie knew, in part, ever since they first met that she was a whirlwind of a person—the speed at which she switched between cute and mischievous to seriously enraged and terrifying was an impression that he wouldn’t so easily forget, he knew. Maybe it was that passion and energy she usually had that made the sight of her curled up on the couch seem so pitiful.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?” he asked over the low drone of the TV playing a show. Anne groaned.

“Too quiet,” she muttered, “too comfy here.”

The fond smile that curled his lips was involuntary, but he had no desire to hide it—she was likely too out of it to notice anyway. He dropped his bag on the floor, removed his shoes and came over to crouch down beside her face.

She was wrapped in a cozy, fluffy blanket, the bags under her eyes deep and pronounced. He wasn’t sure if she usually covered it up with makeup, or if she was usually just that much more awake.

“How’s your head?”

She frowned, looking as if she’d eaten a lemon. “Bad.”

He reached out to press his hand to her forehead, and upon contact, softened at the relieved sigh she let out. Touching her burned, and he wasn’t sure how much of it was his own temperate, hers, or the fact that these days, any touch shared felt like stone striking flint—like a flash of electricity and fire, about to consume him whole.

He started to take his hand back, only to freeze when she moaned and grabbed his hand to hold it against her forehead.

It took him longer than he’d like to react verbally.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asked, glancing down at the massive blanket—maybe two blankets, actually—wrapped around her.

“Mm,” she hummed, eyes closed. “Warm too, though.”

“Did you take any medicine?”

She thought for a long moment, then nodded. “Dee.”

Jamie hummed. He pulled out his phone, a hand still pressed to her forehead.

[Deja Lamarre]

You: Did you give anne meds today?

Deja Lamarre: yeah, this morning. The bottle’s in the kitchen. There’s painkillers in the drawer next to the door.

You: Alright. Thank you.

You: Her fever might have gone up again. Do you have a thermometer?

Deja Lamarre: Bathroom. Mirror door.

You: 🌷

Deja texted him again, listing the temperature Anne was last she checked. Jamie (reluctantly) freed himself from Anne’s grasp. She whined about the loss, but the sound fell on deaf ears.

Jamie took the time to find the meds Anne had gotten prescribed, and read the instructions enough to figure out if he could give her more. He ended up being unable to do so for a few more hours, so he set to getting some painkillers instead. He prepared a glass of water, and took a few minutes to coax Anne into sitting up enough to take some. Then he went in search of the thermometer, and smiled at the bathroom décor. He’d seen it before, of course, but seeing the shower and mirror and wall stickers that were obviously Anne and Cameron messing around… in Deja’s mostly coordinated dormitory, the touches of Anne and Cameron seemed to be becoming more obvious.

If it was something reminding you of spring… it was probably Anne who put it there.

He found the thermometer, and took Anne’s temperature. It hadn’t gone down since Deja left for classes that morning, and if it stayed that way tomorrow, they’d have to go back to the doctor, probably. For now, though, it was probably fine—Deja wasn’t gone that long, after all.

At least, Jamie had to remind himself of that. And the fact that she’d only been sick a few days, and they’d just gotten the antibiotics yesterday afternoon.

“You should move to your bed,” he told her after putting the thermometer on the coffee table. Anne groaned.

“Nooo…” she moaned. Jamie smirked.

“Yes.”

He tried helping her to sit up, but she kept flopping back down. This repeated three times before she started to smile, and his patience started to dwindle.

“You know, Percy may have had a point, calling you a brat the other day.”

She snorted, then sniffled. “Nuh uh…” She raised a hand to cough, then continued. “I’m spoiled.”

“And quite proud of it, apparently.”

“Mm. Means I’m loved.”

For some reason, that gave him pause. He’d only ever heard of ‘being spoiled’ being a bad thing—being a way to call a child sheltered, naïve. But here, to Anne, it was a good thing—a sign of being raised cradled in the warm embrace of a parent.

“Fine,” he sighed, shrugging off his jacket to hook his arms under her back and the back of her knees. Suddenly, he was lifting her into his arms—an action that caused a blanket to fall as she yelped and her eyes flew open.

“Ah—” she blinks rapidly, and quickly relaxes in his hold. “Hi.”

“Hello,” he greets back, then silently carries her down the hall and into the room with flowers painted onto the white wood.

Anne’s room is, in actuality, a mess.

Honestly, Jamie’s never seen it in its natural state—she never lets anyone in, unless she’s cleaned it to a degree. Her version of ‘clean’ usually meant that clothes were off the floor, and all the messiness was pushed into corners—still visibly lived in and messy, but livable and acceptable to visitors. Whenever Jamie got to see it, the messiest part was the entirely crowded desk. Now… it was a warzone, really.

Clothes were strewn all over, books on the floor around her undone bed, paper trash was all over and wrappers littered the bedside area and desk. He wasn’t put off by it, but… it made him realize that for all her joking of being lazy… she tried hard. Hard to convince others she was cleaner, hard to keep up with her studies, hard to prove things, hard to learn things.

Anne wasn’t lazy. She was simply secretive with the fact that she put in so much effort.

As he set her down in her bed and pulled the covers up, he thought about how Anne usually was—composed but passionate, confident yet considerate, enabling yet controlled. She was a walking contradiction, a collection of facts that seemed to be in direct opposition to each other. She was, in a word, balance. And yet, she was also chaos—sweet and gentle, teasing and sarcastic, energetic and fun-loving, protective and angry. She changed herself on a dime, like the rapid weather changes of spring.

She was the Spring Queen, and he was the Ice Prince, and for some reason, those nicknames fit them both perfectly.

He sat down as he regarded her face, squished into her pillow and drooling a little, eyes closed. She was warm—so very warm. She was affectionate and touchy and constantly leaning on their friends for physical support. It was rare for her to initiate touching him, but she had no issue jumping onto Percy, walking hand-in-hand with Cameron, hugging Elio. He stopped to wonder what was so different with them. 

He remembered a time where Percy had commented on her touchiness. She’d said she’d gotten used to it, with how touchy her twin and her friend—Cove—were. She got used to hanging off her friends.

“…why don’t you touch me, then?”

He muttered the question, unintentionally. He would’ve asked her if she was awake, but he thought she wasn’t.

“Cuz,” she mumbled, making him jump in his skin, “you can’t know.”

He frowned. “Know what?”

“That I like you,” she said, and he felt his thoughts flatline, “if you knew… you’d hate me.”

His fingers curled to fists as he felt like he was suddenly splashed with ice cold water.

“Can’t be like th’ others,” she mumbled further, tiredly. “Deserve normal friends… like Perce. N’ ‘Lio. Cam. Dee. Me.” She frowned, and sniffled in a way that made him wonder if she was crying. “I don’t… can’t do that to you. Shouldn’t. Don’t wanna. Will lose you if I say it. You hate me.”

His throat felt tight, heart pounding against his ribs. It felt like he was drowning, dragged under by her words, into the waiting dark below.

After the weeks, months even, of him thinking he never stood a chance, that all she saw in him was friendship… here she was, admitting that she felt for him the same way. Here she was, thinking he’d hate her for it.

Cotton filled his mind, making it hard to think in a straight line as thousands of moments were instantly rewired in his memories, changed to become something new, something exciting. Mundane moments were now bursting with color, shifting into something he didn’t ever want to forget.

Midnight snack runs, late night stress baking sessions, going bowling and learning to surf and ice skate and listening to her write songs, shopping together and studying and video games and rainy afternoons and SGB events and a welcome home party after she came back from California at the end of her week-long visit at the end of summer. Memories of napping in the Van at halfpoint, of them sleeping on the train back from Manhattan, of sharing food at dinners at Extra Fries, of—

He felt dizzy. Like he might pass out if he thought much harder about it.

“Anne—”

He turned to tell her something, anything, a clarifying statement, a memory recontextualized—

But then she snored, and he realized he missed his chance. And now he had to sit there, worried over her, and knowing that the crushing feeling that’d been growing over the weeks had just exploded into a raging wildfire that was melting away his apprehensions and enveloping him in a heat he never expected.

Jamie Porter had never felt attraction before, nevermind been in love. Now he began to wonder how anyone could live like this, consumed with the feverish need to hold her close and tell her that she was nothing like the people she feared she was by liking—or even loving—him.

“…you are too good to fear that,”  he whispered, brushing back a curling auburn strand of hair with his thumb.

He felt winded, and shaken, but when he touched her, and it burned, his touch was steady—steady like he knew what he had to do.

(He had no idea.)

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Voyager-A in "The Devourer of All Things Pt. 1"

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Star Trek: Prodigy - USS Voyager-A Chair LCARs Panel Concepts by Dominique Rossier

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my enemies are working against me; I was strongly tempted by dark forces to make a completely nuance-free statement like "dear christ I hate the wiki education foundation so fucking much it's such a terrible idea" but instead I will be SO strong and make a post with way too much nuance about a niche step in the sausage-making of wikipedia

backstory: when the world was young in like...2010, some wunderkind realized college students use wikipedia for their classes, ergo college students in classes can be harnessed en masse to be use FOR wikipedia! if you're taking a class on, say, the Punic Wars, wouldn't it be an excellent educational experience to teach others (via wikipedia) about the Punic Wars to develop your own research and academic (okay, academic in tone) writing abilities! the kids will contribute! wikipedia gets a new crop of editors who HAVE to do this unlike the rest of us morons editors who voluntarily toil under the endless wheel of the open internet! yeah!

and that's not like. the WORST idea I've ever heard, for all that it's not really a good one. Because on the surface, there are a lot of similarities to writing a humanities-esque college paper and a wikipedia article. you are assigned a topic; you research the existing scholarship; you compile a bibliography and summarize the relevant literature IN YOUR OWN WORDS; your sentences are cited, your perspectives are balanced, and you check your bias (as much as you can) at the door.

two major, one minor (but no less annoying), issues with this :

(major) wikipedia editing is not the same as college essay writing. for one thing, coordinated editing in groups on one topic like this is uhhhhh strongly discouraged on wikipedia because it's very fucking easy for a cliche of editors to make massive changes and sideline other editors who disagree with them. wiki editing is an iterative process where articles are refined and improved in the forges of a Socratic circle of topic-proficient grammar nerds.

(major) a lot of you are really bad writers!!! you are not good at writing at a college level on the first go and, as far as I can tell, none of you are using the blessed Sandbox feature that every single registered editor gets in order to test and try out the big, blocks of text edits y'all are adding to these shivering, unsuspecting articles who are getting t-boned by 19 year olds adding sentences that are just comma splices on comma splices.

(minor but lol it's the largest one because I'm petty) the rest of the editorial corps of wikipedia, to say nothing of the READERS, who are unaware of that this fuckery is ongoing, are not in your college class. I'm not taking Fall 2024 ENG 2201 at [Random Ass] University and the articles that I keep an eye on didn't sign up to be shoddily edited by a bunch of novices who have no understanding of, let alone respect for, (among other things) the Wikipedia Manual of Style, editing norms and best practices, how to not plagiarize whole-cloth, and how not to regurgitate propaganda. the rest of the internet is not standing still while you make unsourced claims about dead Emirati sheikhs being "visionary leaders" with references from Emirati governmnet websites. no!!!! there's never enough oversight from the professors and Wiki Ed Foundation people and then when I undo most of the shit-tier edits they're like ummm hi sweaty sorry but I'm reverting you (triple-revert-undo-block guideline violation but go off I guess) so I can see my students' edits for their grade (despite the fact that the history features keeps a record of every single edit) sooooo yeah just leave this horseshit on Hedy Lamarr's internet for 8 weeks until the semester is over :) and I'm like no. die perhaps.

'so why does wikipedia keep doing this if the student editors suck so much donkey dick' - again, a few main reasons.

I'm bitter rn because I've been dealing with a particularly stupid batch of student editors editing particularly badly. most of them are much better and have supervision so they can't suck THAT badly. it's generally an overall benefit to have anyone edit....ever. so this is still a positive, either from the edit itself or that it prompts other editors to go take a look at what these kids are doing and clean up both the new mess and the preexisting mess that has been stagnant since 2012.

WIKIPEDIA NEEDS NEW EDITORS SO BADLY. you know how the premise of Game of Thrones is that there's all this seemingly really important but in fact petty fighting happening between the houses or w/e but the actually, huge issue is the ice zombies about to fuck shit up? people are freaking out about ChatGPT and other LLMs but the reality is that won't matter very much if there's no one to do the actual editing. Wikipedia is STARVING for editors as people move on, get older, get new responsibilities, get fed up with bullshit, sometimes die, etc. multiple college classes of dozens of students (worldwide! so doubly great if it helps with countering the American/Western-centric bias!) who are under 25 is like a blood infusion for a hemophiliac to Wikipedia. I cannot emphasize enough for much they (we) want YOU to go edit. I will help you, I will take your hand. they want you, personally. and imho that's why there's the willingness to put up with these pretty solidly mediocre editors - the odds that one or two per every 50 will stay and turn into a relatively active editor.

[blank-house]

So, trying really hard not to dive on spoilers!

I suppose family is going to be kind of an important topic, but the basics like knowing if the cast comes from a big or small family? If they are an only child or are really close with their family? Could we pls get any clue about it?

These are really basic questions so maybe at this point they're answered if so ignore them! Do they have any favourite type of food or favourite dish? And do they have any favourite colour?

Is there any of them who are like... Top or model students? We got that image from Deja and we'll get to know more about them in game but just wanted to have an idea if there's any of them who get like really good grades 👀

Haha I applaud your efforts

Sure, yeah I can talk about family! But like you said, it's an important topic, and the game will explore more about these topics. So I'll have to refrain a bit from some aspects--

But right off the bat, Percy, Cameron, and Reynah are an only child. Deja has an older brother by five years and Jamie has an older sister by six years. Elio has... *counts on fingers* five siblings, two older and three younger!

And since MC is meant to know more about Deja and Cam, I can talk about their family!

Deja

Deja's family is close but they value independence a lot. As such, they don't actually keep frequent contact with each other and the holidays are when they consistently meet up. But that's just how it is in the Lamarre household. But Deja's parents do visit the trio when they can and as soon as they can. They also like treating Cameron and MC out for dinner as if they're their own family.

One time, Deja was in an SGB meeting when they pulled up so they just took Cameron and MC out for dinner instead.

MC and Cam: *spams the gc with meal shots and a photo of her parents waving*

Deja: My parents are in town?

Deja: Wait, are you eating with my parents??

MC: They said they'll pay.

Cam: Dude, the lobster here is to die for.

Deja: I-

Deja: Ask them if they got a substitute. brb

She called the meeting short to eventually join them heh

Though they have a pretty Laissez-Faire kind of lifestyle, they all love each other very much. They just prefer not to waste time with mushy words. Rather, they'd let the proud smiles do the talking.

Cam

The Molinares family is a lot closer and a lot bigger. Compared to the Lamarre's, they meet up every month for a get together. Whether it's to celebrate someone's birthday or to go on a weekend hike-- there's always a reason for them to meet up.

Cameron's loved by all of their extended relatives but they're really close with their cousins since they grew up and took care of them during these family events. And as the oldest of all of them, they're idolized by all of their cousins. MC and Deja saw firsthand how they were swarmed at a family potluck they had been invited to-- like a mother hen and her baby chicks, Cameron always had someone dangling off their waist.

Their parents work long shifts so they feel bad that they don't get to welcome Cameron home after their classes. But they thank Deja and MC for keeping them company and for letting them crash at their place when the commute gets too late with homemade meals. They make the best arroz con pollo, and of course they substitute for Deja.

Though their family doesn't come to campus, the trio are more than welcome to come by their place and their family events. Though when they do, they prepare themselves for talks about love. Their aunts, especially, look forward to the day they hear MC and Deja have a partner.

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Favorite color... that's something I didn't really think about because I don't have any favorites haha but let's see...

Percy - Red (I think he'd like all shades of it)

Elio - Green (but not neon)

Jamie - Silver and Blue

Deja - Purple and Pink

Reynah - Pink, there's a specific shade. Otherwise she really digs the pastels

Cameron - Hm... I think... I think they wouldn't have any favorite colors. Doing art for so long has made them pretty unbiased and appreciative of all shades

As for their food tastes. You can't go wrong with something from their background. They all like the food they grew up eating.

And though I can't think of any specific dishes they'd like, I can talk about their eating habits!

Elio is a carnivore. Barbeque makes him salivate. Percy's into broths, something that warms him up on the inside. Jamie's a bit picky though so he's got a really light palate. Reynah's the same way but she'd still eat everything, she just won't have much of an opinion. Cameron would love rice-based dishes and Deja-- ah, there's not a lot she can explore given her diet. But she likes snacking on fruits. The apartment is always stocked with grapes because of it.

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Haha yeah Deja gets good grades. So does Jamie. They're both kind of like the perfect model student.

Strictly speaking, everyone has good grades considering that they're in majors that require them to continue their education. So they don't really have any room to fuck up if they're shooting for a PhD.

But where studying comes easily to Deja and Jamie, the rest have to put in the hours. Cameron especially. Law's a lot of reading and it takes them longer to understand the material. Percy could honestly be in D and J's level, but he procrastinates. Reynah and Elio are diligent but only when they're actually studying. They're both busy people with plenty on their plate haha

[lifethrulen]

I wish these two were in the exact same timeline.

It’s peculiar (but not) how they are both ONLY viewed as icons of beauty. I also find it weird how amazing actresses such as them aren’t strictly praised for their acting ability. All at the same time though, I love their beauty and I think it’s important.

Hedy invented the basis (frequency hopping technology) of Bluetooth, GPS, and Wi-fi. Pretty much the three elements of our world today (sad but true). Without Hedy Lamarr, the men who get all the credit for creating the internet and such would be thin air. Look past her face, and maybe even her acting. As great as she is in both of those things, she’s a scientist and inventor.

Marilyn Monroe - blonde bombshell, sex symbol (as google says), amazing actress, longtime subject of fascination. Monroe was a writer. “We can only share the part that is understood by within another’s knowing acceptable to the other. Therefore so one is for most part alone - as it is meant to be in - evidently in nature. At best, though perhaps, it could make our understanding seek another’s loneliness out.”

Wrote this because of speech class. I did my speech on Hedy, and my beautiful friend did her speech on Marilyn.

I think they would’ve been great friends.

11-1-23 11:37PM

[eminsunnytoons123]

Class of 3000: back to the SING!

Humanized Mr Yin and Mr Min 💜💙

Ever since I have decided to create my OWN reboot and redesigns for the co3k characters for the reboot and since I have got interested in Co3k again on May this year, heres a picture of Humanized Mr Yin and Mr Min =^_^=

And this is a little something for Eli @cheezekennith aswell, since I feel like she kinda likes these two as her favorite characters ^/////^

And also, I really like how I Drew these two as humanized, and I wanted to create Mr Yin as a white-skinned guy and Mr Min as a black-skinned guy because I just thought it would kinda fit them and its because Mr Yin is voiced by Tom Kenny and Mr Min is voiced by Phil LaMarr ^/////^;

And also, dont attack me for these headcanons of Mr Yin being White as humanized and Mr Min black/dark-skinned as humanized if ya dont have the same headcanons, respect me and I'll respect you.

I hope y'all will like this =^///////^= 💜🐍💙🐍