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crumblinggothicarchitecture · 5 months

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While I agree with most of your posts

I think bringing up grammar in song writing is just kinda weird

Like as long as a song isn't as egregiously grammatically incorrect as 'I'll do what I should have did' (thank you deacon blue) it just isn't a relevant criticism?

Even the song writer you respect most probably doesn't write their songs like an essay they can lose marks for. And that's a good thing! Songs would be a lot worse if writers were worrying about these things

It's just such a bizarre thing to bring up- and unfortunately it kinda makes your other points look less valid because it comes across as weird and petty and like you'll drag Swift for anything (Plus obsessions with 'correct' grammar is just rooted in abliesm, classism and racism- so yeah not a good look)

Plus bringing up your literature degree... like you never studied poetry? Which famously plays with grammar and sentence structure? Like that's inherent to the genre and while very little of TTPD is poetic, lyrics are still most similar to poems then they are to essays or journal articles

Sorry you just really hit a nerve here cos it's just such a ridiculous thing to bring up.

Okay, yes people don't write songs like essay's. However, they often still use determinable grammar rules in art.

You are keying into the difference between prescriptive and descriptive grammar rules.

The prescriptive rules are ones that you are most likely to find first listed in dictionaries or textbooks. Descriptive grammar rules contend with the dialectal differences and slang. In either case, rules and stipulations or exceptions are noted in various linguistic analysis of the demographic's dialect. Both subgroups of grammar are consistently evolving as the use of the English language changes over time.

Before I move on, I just want to say that I am well-aware of the deep history surrounding the debates on proper grammar. These debates, of course stem, from sociohistorical issues surrounding class, race, and ableist attitudes. You are correct. However, the academic conversation on grammar and linguistics has advanced dramatically into the subdivision of grammar-practices with respect to dialectal and cultural differences. I judge Taylor Swift's grammar as similar to my own, since she claims to be from my “neck of the woods.” Thus, I feel it is entirely appropriate for me to throw metaphorical tomatoes at her.

In the juncture of this difference on prescriptive and descriptive, I want to make that point that people who utilize the difference well often take prescriptive rules and bend them to fit their specific thematic point, thus the lyric forms to its set of descriptive grammar rules. These artists do it with such finesse and precision, unlike Taylor Swift, that it’s nearly awe-inspiring.

For instance, Kendrick Lamar uses many AAVE typical syntactical structures to make his music personalized art. He won a Pulitzer for it. Take, as an example, the intro to his song “Humble” in which he writes, “Nobody pray for me / It been that day for me” (2017). This is not grammatically correct according to the prescriptive grammar rules laid out in the 1940’s. However, linguistic scholars do not operate on so strict a pendulum anymore. Notice, too, that Lamar is not actually breaking any grammatical rules, only playing with the purpose and form of his syntax, when we take into account the dialectical intention with which he uses “it been” as a poignant use of the past participle form of the verb “to be.” Thus, the simple sentence of “it is” changes into the “it been” as a subjective call first to his cultural dialect and to the thematic gesture of the song. As the phrase “it been” leaves out the helping verb “have” which would put the phrase into present progressive tense should it be present; however, it’s noticeable absence as a stiff detraction from prescriptive grammar rules, focuses Lamar’s thematic point on moving the audience to mediate on the past as it intrudes on the present time. His use of language discrepancy between prescriptive and descriptive rules focuses recognition on his dialectal culture and on his main thematic point as it hinges on making sure to notice where you’ve been in life in order to stay humble and live with authenticity. He is a masterclass on descriptive grammar being used in such a beautifully artistic way that I am damn near in tears for his music.

Okay, moving onto to your point about poetry not being grammatically correct. You are quite wrong here, because poetry "plays" with syntax but it does not throw the rules out. Much like the example I laid out above, poetry does the same thing wherein it plays with prescriptive grammar in a thoughtful way that often ties into the moral or theme of the work. Poetry centers on a different form of syntactical methodology... yes, you are right. However, the emphasis is still on the necessity of understanding grammar structures like poetic feet, meter, rhyme scheme (etc). It's not a free-for-all. The best poets of the last 6 centuries have been some with the most linguistically precise sentence structure that I've ever read. I can give you examples, but if I do that this answer will become a million words long.

I am, however, sorry to have struck a nerve or come-off like a know-it-all. I was only expressing my frustration that Taylor Swift is apparently one of the biggest artists in the world and she doesn't even bother to ask a friend if the meaning of her phrases gets lost in excessively languishing grammatical structures. For instance, in her song “Chloe or Sam or Marcus or Whatever” she is stacking so many phrases hinging on coordinating conjunctions that the meaning of the phrase itself loses any poignant message. She writes:

Named Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus And I just watched it happen As the decade would play us for fools And you saw my bones out with somebody new Who seemed like he would've bullied you in school And you just watched it happen (Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus).

In this stanza alone there are 6 coordinating conjunctions stacked together, interspersed with additional prepositional phrases and 2 extra relative clauses. It is the most egregious run-on sentence I have ever seen published before. I've seen better, cleaner prose in the work I've graded from High School freshmen. Not only could she have said it in less words, but the way she is writing it makes it drag on and on. The meaning gets lost, and any emotional impact is shut down because people get lost in the wordiness.

It’s a failure on her part, and it’s clear how just writing a run on sentence with no meaning is so much different than the way that someone like Lamar is masterfully arranging language to fit his purpose. It's offensive that she gets to make a million-billion dollars off so little effort.

Sorry, I wrote you an essay, but I am so incredibly passionate about writing. Also, I’ve been listening to Lamar a lot today because of his recent diss track, and it just reminded about how much of a lyrical genius he is. Sorry, I detoured into a rant about how cool he is too. And I need people to understand that I am not critiquing Swift because I need to dunk on someone in order to bolster my own sense of self-worth. I just want better mainstream art, and I want people to have better, stronger art with which to engage.

I did not mean to hurt your feelings. You are quite right that obsession with "proper" grammar is bullshit; however, I am not looking for some old fashioned "proper" nonsense. I want people to write like Lamar, with intelligence and passion while he bends the notions of grammar, not like Taylor Swift with obvious run-on obfuscated and stupid phrases.

edit: Also, good writers do actually worry about grammar. It has to do with illocutionary forces behind the phrases. The best among us knows the language inside and out, and that is why they are the best writers.

Edit 2: Also, I've been thinking about this, but what do you think literary and poetry critics do? You say it's bizarre to critique Taylor Swift’s poor grasp of the English language? Of course, I'm critiquing that... she's the one who calls herself a writer. I don't go around checking everyone's grammar, but if you call yourself a "good" writer and a poet, obviously expect people to analyze the words on the page.

#taylor swift #anti taylor swift #ttpd #kendrick lamar #the tortured poets department #ex swiftie #grammar is a legit way to critique song #chloe or sam or sophia or marcus #humble #I'm a professional Taylor Swift Critic

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vampirecorset · 1 year

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Okay real talk cause I figure no one is going to see this but typing shit out always helps so uh trigger warning (insecurities, ed)

I fucking hate the way I look I’m so sorry but I sometimes don’t know how a single person thinks I’m pretty I’m being so fucking honest. It hurts like PHYSICALLY when I even glance over the thought that I’m to pale, I’m too fat, my hair is messy.

And I hate those people who cry over not being perfect I’m like you’re human tf, I just wanna look normal. I don’t want to be fat anymore.

I dont mean “oh haha im over 100 im so fat”

I’m over 200 be so fr.

I don’t mean to make anyone feet bad for being insecure I totally get that just maybe consider yourself lucky…

Lucky that you don’t get told what you should or shouldn’t eat everyday

Lucky that you don’t feel inferior to others around you

GOOD GRACIOUS I feel so inferior to people I feel like scum. Literally my chest is fighting up and hurting so bad at the thought of no takes me seriously and I’m just here to be the background character that I’ll never find love. Can I just eat a meal in peace without wondering if I should throw it up please

I wish I didn’t have to explain myself and that I wasn’t too pale. I don’t wanna go outside anymore cause then I’ll just be told “haha you can’t tan you’ll just burn” that is literally racism to make fun of somebody’s skin color NO MATTER THE COLOR I just don’t want to look like a damn tomato everywhere I go and I don’t wanna be so dead looking.

I’m sorry to those I pushed away, sometimes I just assume nobody wants me around that I’m an embarrassment.

I’m suffocating

#you honestly don’t have to like this #i’m tired

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triccina · 11 months

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What dialogues would Lua have if she was a MTAS npc?👀 Feel free to add as many lines as you want.

Thank you for Ask! 💞

I really enjoyed creating these lines of dialogue 💜

Introduction

Huh? You're new in town too? Good for you, I guess... Sorry for being rude. I'm Lua, your fellow builder. If you need anything, better ask to Mi-an. Don't trust what that old commissioner says. "President" is nonsense.

First Fireside Meeting

I find it interesting how this telesis speech always wins people's hearts. You weren't half bad either. I thought they'd throw a tomato at my face or something. Only Yan liked it. I guess I really need to work on my manners.

Acquaintance

The winds in Sandrock are so unpredictable! I mostly fail to predict sandstorms through the winds. In Highwind, it's much easier to know when it's going to rain or thunder.

Sandrock has so many lovely little street animals. If I didn't have other plans, I'd have taken them all to my workshop already.

There's a fine line between wanting to make money and wanting to laze around all day. Today is a perfect day for indulging in my laziness.

The research center director seems absent-minded, but he knows how to make our work easier. I knew him from the letters he used to send to my Pa when director was just a student. They both have the same research line about the old world's space technology.

Buddy

Hey, buddy! Found anything new in the ruins? We could go together someday! Don't worry, I'll bring any extra snacks we need! What do you like to eat? I can cook.

Oh man, Justice scolded me again because I accidentally, without intent, went into a place he told me was off-limits. Maybe I should work on my sneaking skills.

Hey sunshine. You're so radiant today. Your eyes shine like a supernova. It's so beautiful... You're blushing, that's cute. Don't worry, I'm just teasing you. But that doesn't mean I'm lying.

I don't miss Highwind that much. But one thing that saddens me is not being able to fly anymore. Feeling the wind on your face, adrenaline rushing through your veins. The feeling of freedom is unparalleled when you're in the sky.

Good Friends

You know, I don't usually tell people this. But when I was a kid, my best friend was a turtle named Deimos; he's my Pa's pet. I made helmets for him, and we played a lot. I named my workshop after him because he was my only company when I tried to disassemble and reassemble things my Ma brought from the ruins for me.

Did you know music boxes and pocket watches operate on the same principle?! A spiral spring assisting the movement of gears and a cord that defines both the music and the running time of the hands. I have some diagrams I drew myself if you want to build one.

My master Maxwell came to Sandrock as a builder when that Lou guy was the mayor; he helped build many things in the city. But the old man always spoke of the city with a certain regret. Now I understand why; progress ended up destroying Oasis a little more. I hope I can make a positive difference in Sandrock this time.

Birthday

My birthday? It's the thirteenth of fall. I like being born on this day; it's not too cold and not too hot. And the golden and red leaves make the landscape pleasant. Now that you know, I expect at least a gift, or we can just have a shot at the Saloon; that would be good too.

Day of Memories

You know, Day of Memories isn't just for people who are gone; it's also for people who are far away. I think I'll light one for my Ma and for my master this year.

Day of the Bright Sun

Huh? Why do I have this expression? Nobody is obligated to smile on every holiday that happens... Sorry. I just don't like this date very much.

Winter Solstice

I didn't think I'd stay in Sandrock this long. I hope the next year can be surprisingly good like this one was.

Gifts

Loves:

Weapon/pickhammer

Are you sure you want to give me this? They're very well made! I can't wait to test it! Thank you so, so much, builder.

Food

I'm definitely going to devour this. Thank you so much; it's my favorite food in the world. You're amazing!

Clocks

This model is amazing! I wonder if I can date the manufacturing? I can't believe it, builder! I'll be grateful for the rest of my life for this.

Neutral:

Thank you, I guess. Maybe I can make some money with this!... Did I say that too loud?

Dislikes:

Is this supposed to be a joke? If so, it was terrible. If not, you're an idiot. Get that out of my sight.

Romance

Accepting Confession:

I confess I was expecting something like this from you. So if you really feel that way, we can try to make it work.

Rejecting Confession:

I don't know if I have better words for this right now, but I'll try. Huh thank you, I'm flattered, but it won't work out.

Breaking Up:

Is this another one of our jokes or something? Got it. I should've known that these romantic nonsense things don't last a season.

Dialogue After Certain Missions

Qi and I spent the night mapping old world satellites and trying to find any traces of spaceships! Thank you for finding that super telescope.

I heard you and Mi-an renovated some things in the town; that was nice. Can you call me next time? I seem like I don't care, but I wanted to help these people more.

That sandwall is everything we could need! Heidi is a brilliant architect. We won't have to decrease production during sandstorms. You know what that means? More money.

#my time at sandrock #mtas oc #mtas lua #ask

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thekimspoblog · 1 year

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TERFs will act like trans women are forcing themselves on lesbians. But when you press the issue just a little further, it becomes clear that actually THEY are the ones who think women shouldn't be allowed in lesbian spaces unless they're sexually available.

Like okay let's think through this for 5 seconds. Jane and Sally are at a lesbian bar. Jane and Sally are quite flirtatious with eachother, but eventually Sally thinks now would be a good time to disclose that she is trans and does not have a vagina.

Should Jane:

A. Suck it up and force herself to do something she's not comfortable with in the name of appearing progressive,

B. Be honest with Sally. For whatever reason, Jane is only interested in intimacy with people who both present as female AND have a vagina. Therefore it's probably in everyone's best interest if they don't try to take this any further,

C. Fly into a rage, misgender Sally, and humiliate her in front of the rest of the bar?

B is the correct answer. Literally nobody is advocating for option A, and if you vote C congratulations on doing the same type of behavior that makes women afraid of men in the first place.

Follow up question. Statistically, Sally is most likely going to react by:

A. Assaulting Jane right then and there,

B. Going home and writing a letter to Jane's boss in the hopes of getting Jane fired for transphobia,

C. Frowning cus it sucks to get shot down... then just leaving to flirt with Theresa instead.

The answer is C. Me, I'm Theresa. And any sort of logic which dictates that neither I nor Sally belong in a lesbian bar leads you down some really twisted paths of thought. It says that bi women, pan women, really anyone who wants to fuck someone that you don't, is excluded from the label of "lesbian". It's not about creating a safe space for women to be themselves and find eachother anymore, it's about which forms of love you personally approve of.

I get that some TERFs have this paranoid fantasy that their favorite hang-outs are going to be overrun with belligerent, boorish men (or Persians). But I look around me and I just don't fucking see that happening! Lesbian bars and other spaces are under threat of disappearing, but that threat is coming from a bad economy and the wage gap; if anything, turning away women cus they're not your type is helping to sink the industry.

A more reasonable concern for the Janes of the world, is that it won't just be Sally; Jane will flirt with Anne and hit the same stumbling block, then she'll flirt with Hailey and it will be the third time in a row and Jane will just want to shout "DOES ANYONE IN THIS LESBIAN BAR HAVE A VAGINA???!!!" And like... yeah that's frustrating but also tough tomatoes. Your orientation comes with subcategories beyond what most lesbians consider attractive in a woman; it's not our problem that you want to treat your preferences as the default. When you try to find romance at a public venue like a bar, you follow the procedure of striking up a conversation with any random person you're superficially attracted to. Inevitably, at some point in the conversation, you're going to learn something about your date that is a turn-off, and that's the point at which you have to decide: do I like this person enough to work around the fact that they aren't perfect, or is this a deal-breaker for me sleeping with them? You want to catch a fish; you have to cast a wide net. It's not the job of the lesbian community writ-large to throw back all the fishdicks for you.

My deal-breakers are that I'm not interested in sleeping with anyone Catholic, ex-military, or interested in doing anal. But that doesn't mean I get to write a rule that Catholic lesbians aren't lesbians.

Sally and Jane were really hitting it off. And it's normal for Jane to be disappointed, annoyed that she has to start over with courting someone else. I'm sure Sally feels the same way. But if Jane gets angry, it's because Jane - not Sally! - has a patriarchal sense of entitlement to another person's vagina.

#lesbophobia #transphobia #biphobia #bi erasure

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agentnico · 1 year

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Mission Impossible: Dead Reckoning - Part One (2023) Review

Tom Cruise - what a guy! I mean yes he’s a Scientologist, has a constant death wish by breaking his ankles on film sets and also guilty of jumping on Oprah’s sofa like a monkey, but my my is he a charmer! Gotta love that Cruise ship!

Plot: Ethan Hunt and the IMF team must track down a terrifying new weapon that threatens all of humanity if it falls into the wrong hands. With control of the future and the fate of the world at stake, a deadly race around the globe begins. Confronted by a mysterious, all-powerful enemy, Ethan is forced to consider that nothing can matter more than the mission... not even the lives of those he cares about most.

The two of the most consistently successful and critically acclaimed action franchises of the past decade have to be the John Wick and Mission Impossible movies! Ironically both are lead by actors who are around 60 years old, showing us that age should never be a reason to stop kicking butt. Well, maybe if you’re pushing 81 then maybe just maybe you may consider that putting that fedora back on and swinging that lasso might be a bit too much (looking at you Indy), but for Keanu and Tom this is full cruise control! That being said, the most recent John Wick entry Chapter 4 I enjoyed, yet did not love. There were some impressive combat sequences and Bill Skarsgard made for a memorable a-hole, but it was the first movie in the Wick series that began to show signs of wear, with the action being very repetitive and mentally I thought that they should end it here and now. Not that they will, I mean honestly it’s not as if Lionsgate are going to read this review from a nobody like me and use my word against....how much did the last John Wick make at the box office?? *Consults some search engines* Wow - $432.2 million!! Yeah, keep them coming, I haven’t got a leg to stand on! Next though is the return of the MI franchise which is taking a page from the Spider-Verse by splitting this story into two parts, with Dead Reckoning - Part One out now. And how does it stack up to the previous Mission Impossible films? Can these missions get anymore impossible??

You guys know the drill with these Mission Impossible movies - Tom Cruise throws his body around like a tomato fearing not for his life nor broken limbs, but you have to respect the man for wanting to give the audience their tickets’ worth of entertainment, and Dead Reckoning does not disappoint! The action is exhilarating, yet unlike the recent John Wick, the set pieces and Ethan Hunt’s various exploits never felt repetitive. Every sequence, whether it be the car chase sequence through the streets of Rome to the spy espionage antics through the halls of an airport to the Uncharted 2 inspired survival on a train falling off a bridge, this movie was a constant adrenaline rush, all the while managing to also tell an engaging story with a threat that genuinely felt like a force to be dead-reckoned with, pardon the pun. The threat is no nuclear bomb or some war-hero, but in fact an AI system that is growing a consciousness, and the threat being the fearful idea of allowing this system to come into the hands of any government or third party and how they can use it for malicious purposes to take full control of the world. So Ethan and his crew, instead of fighting for a particular side, simply seek to find the key to this system and stop it from coming into anyone’s hands, as no one deserves to have such power of destruction. There’s an interesting moral question to the proceedings, which I felt added an element of gravitas and drama to what really is primarily a collection of ridiculously mad stunts.

The cast is also great. Tom Cruise is a charisma machine, and he’s joined here by franchise newcomer Hayley Atwell, and them two together make for an excellent pairing. The chemistry between Cruise and Atwell was superb with them riffing and bouncing off one another so naturally that honestly I’m gonna say it - I ship the Hayley-Cruise! Ving Rhames and Simon Pegg are Hunt’s reliable team, and are as entertaining as usual. Pom Klementieff gives a stand-out turn as a silent killer, and the likes of Vanessa Kirby, Henry Czerny and Shea Whigham round up a very watchable array of actors. The only weak link of the bunch is Esai Morales who plays the villainous Gabriel. It felt like the writers desperately wanted to have a physical villainous presence in the movie in addition to the AI, and such we get this Gabriel character which, I mean, I guess Tom Cruise needs a punching bag, but this guy felt so wooden. Instead of saying his lines in a menacing way, he just kind of said them blandly. It’s a small gripe as this character is rarely a major focus, but whenever he was on-screen I couldn’t be any less engaged with him.

Overall Dead Reckoning - Part One is the perfect summer blockbuster, offering excitement, laughs, charm and entertainment. There’s never a dull moment, the spy techy stuff is cool (yep, the face-changing masks are back!), the signature music theme is as bombastic as ever and somehow they manage to keep making these sequels more and more ridiculous yet still feeling fresh and awesome. If you love the Mission Impossible movies this one is an easy buy, and for any action fans this is a must-watch. Summer movie season is in full swing, baby!!

Overall score: 8/10

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pigbeetle · 2 years

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On chapter five and this game has given me a headache. These mini-games are actually impossible without the use of save-states. Squeegee Clean at on point had so much shit (literally) on the screen, the game began to absolutely chug, my sim couldn't even stand up because of the constant bombardment, and the emulator finally crashed. Comic Explosion is just as bad. I can't get a word in edgewise - these people are monsters, and some of the tomatoes are completely unavoidable, and if you get hit by one, you may as well start over. I've had to micro-manage my movements by milliseconds, as well as garnering a bit of luck with each load that I'll be given items that grant me more time, using save-states. There is not a single chance I would be able to progress without them. I even tried looking up strategies, but nobody talks about this game outside of like, 20 minute quippy youtube videos.

I finally clocked, on my own, that the best strategy is to stand away from the mic, and when they throw tomatoes, go stand off to the side of the mic (not directly in front of), which will give you a pretty decent chunk of time to raise the meter, then once they start throwing tomatoes again, veer off to the side, repeat. A bit of randomness will still mean you get hit, but nothing you can't circumvent with save-states (I don't even care anymore at this point). Was actually able to make 2,500 simoleons this way in one go, but it took ages, and it's not a fun game lmao. You do get the hang of it though, unlike Squeegee which is just inherently and structurally bad. I'll get a few more promotions before moving on with the story. Maybe even finally move into one of the bigger houses because I'm finding it difficult to navigate around my house.

#sims #urbz #sims urbz gba #rufio #gba #game log

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goldfishshithead · 2 years

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Okay, I’m literally inviting hate on myself by saying this probably but here goes. I’m nowhere near Shibabwa but I’m (kinda) sure everyone will survive this despite the level of devastation and pure despair. Believe in the plot armour, trust in ONE & Murata. I’m strictly speaking as a villain enjoyer in this post, so I’ll be crying about my precious blorbos some other time, in another post.

I’m honestly looking forward to this. This otherworldly entity who claims to be ‘God’ is The ultimate creepy, merciless, sinister, nasty, unfair, cheating, lying, evil, rotten Bad Guy(TM). The worst of the worst. A horrifying, disgusting terror-inducing spine-chilling bad guy. That evokes every kind of fear in you. To find yourself in this thing’s bad books is to doom yourself to a fate worse than death. And what we’re witnessing right here and now is him using Garou as a medium to channel what is probably just a fraction of his actual power. A villain to end every single fucking small fry of a villain who has made the rookie mistake of thinking of themselves as some major “scary” antagonist. I mean!!! even Blast and his Intergalactic Star Troopers (TM) are having a tough time containing this guy to whatever dimensional jail he’s supposed to be in. And that, I believe, is a truly worthy MEGAVILLAIN to the story of one punch man. *cue the sound of impending doom inching closer by the second*

On a relatively er less sadist note, I’d personally rather have our heroes lose this battle than lose the war, the bigger picture. Earn some experience points. Remember when Metal Bat said “Heroes don’t lose.” ? That still stands. They either win or they learn. Maybe they’ve learnt this time. Because at some point in the far distant unknown future our heroes are gonna (maybe idk) take this ‘god’ guy head-on right? Might as well get some firsthand experience with wtf this dude is all about. I’m excited to see how this is gonna turn out.

#this one’s for my fellow villain enjoyers. because what’s a good guy without a bad one right?#I’m ready. Let the tomato-throwing and booing begin.#[nobody liked that]#thoughts from yours truly #opm #one punch man #God(?)#you want me to be the bad guy? fine. now I’m the bad guy.#hiatus does not mean I’ll automatically stop reading opm. ahahaha *sigh* idek anymore.

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sednas · 3 years

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being in a poly relationship with kirishima & bakugo

okay so, I'm a sucker for polyamorous relationship and I recently listened to this audio series and it made me want to do this headcanon

genderneutral!reader

trigger warning: poly stuff and fluff, also, this is quite long

I think it's Kirishima who decided to confess his feelings towards Bakugo and you

this poor boy was so lost when he started to fall in love with you two

he tried to hide his feelings and act how a friend would act but he couldn't lie to himself and you anymore

Bakugo was even more confused, he didn't wanted to ruin your amazing friendship

because of his internal conflict he was sometimes angry with you two for no apparent reason

well, to say the truth he was just jealous of how Kirishima could easily express his feelings comparing to him

let's be clear, being in a relationship with these two basically means you are protected 24/7

they always want you to be comfortable and they put your safety first before anything else

they're not very jealous, they don't have to be, nobody would dare hit on the partner of both Red Riot AND Dynamight

it's usually Kirishima who comes up with plans for a date, Bakugo is more the improvisation type

he sees a cool restaurant or just hears you say that you're hungry and he's already aggressively inviting both of you

Kirishima compliments you a lot and most of the time he doesn't notice how flustered you are by his words, he's just honest with his love and admiration for you

on the other hand, explosionboi ™ does it on purpose just to see you blush

then he laughs at your face, saying that you look like a damn tomato

but when it's you and/or Kirishima who compliments him his cheeks turn even redder

that's not true he loves it

everybody compliments him, but when it's you and Eijiro it's different, he can actually feel his heart fluttering inside his chest and he hates it

if you compliment the red-haired boy his heart literally melt and he runs to hug you, there's no way you're getting out of this without his strong arms holding you tight

like I said, Bakugo is sometimes jealous of both of you, Kirishima seems so comfortable with his feelings and share them with you so easily

when he's jealous he's more grumpy than usual or way more clingy

he just slips between Eijiro and you, without a single word and waits for cuddles

yeah just like a jealous puppy would do

Katsuki cooks for you while Eijiro tries to cook for you

he really tries his best to follow Katsuki's orders but most of the time he fails

he ends up ordering pizza while hotsauce™ complains that it's bad for the health

that's not very fair knowing that Kirishima and you say nothing when he eats his extra spicy noodles

Eijiro carries you in bridal style whenever he has an occasion, he likes being close to you and likes it even more when you wrap your arms around his neck

Bakugo just casually throws you over his shoulder, squeezing your ass cheeks to answer to your yelp of surprise

Kirishima wraps his arms around your shoulders and Bakugo wraps his arms around your waist, it became a habit whenever you go out

yeah because you're always in the middle (except when Bakugo is jealous like I already said)

and between these two big guys you have to be the little spoon

Bakugo is a space eater, he takes half of the bed and the blanket and sleeps in the X position (legs and arms spread like a starfish)

you're lucky there's Kirishima on the other side of the bed, firmly gripping the blanket for both of you

prepare yourself, because sleeping in the same bed that these two basically means that you're no longer a human being, you're now a human teddy bear

during the beginning of the night it's Eijiro who holds you, he can't fall asleep without you in his arms

as the night goes by it's Katsuki who unconsciously searches for your body, he likes lifting one of your leg upon his waist and tightly holding your thigh

so tightly that sometimes he left a bruise the morning after

a lot of late night talks with Kirishima while the old man is already asleep

heated make out session

sometimes you're between them, Katsuki grabs your chin to kiss you passionately then he turns your face to make you kiss Eijiro

or sometimes two of you kiss while the other is watching

I'm going to touch some grass I'll be right back

finally, having Katsuki and Eijiro by your side means that you're constantly reminded that you're enough and beautiful

you're being loved 24/7, lucky you

you also have a whole collection of sweaters thanks to your boyfriends

my hero academia masterlist

#mha x reader #mha headcanons #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia headcanons #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #katsuki bakugo headcanons #katsuki bakugo x reader #eijiro kirishima headcanons #eijiro kirishima x reader #kiribaku headcanons #kiribaku x reader #katsuki x eijiro x reader #eijiro x katsuki x reader #☁️. my writings!#🧸. my hero academia #🍭. fluffy

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maddwich · 2 years

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Summer Lovin’ Pt.3

Desc; Took long enough!!! A hangout turns into a makeout😏

Fem reader, takes place before s4, 1.4k words

Warnings; Mention of dutchie being passed (if ykwim) Heavy making out! Possessive Eddie(?)

pt.1 pt.2

Eddie sauntered out of the bathroom, a shit-eating grin painted on his face. You were his. All his. He just needed to make sure everyone else knew that, including you. Grabbing a second beer and throwing himself on the couch, he smiled at Jeff and Gareth.

“ ‘Sup guys?” He started, opening the bottle.

“Not a whole lot, apparently y/n totally shrugged off Jeff earlier.”

“Oh, what a shame.” Eddie bit back a smile.

“Yeah. I put the moves on her and everything, had my hand on her knee and shit.” Jeff muttered, sighing in his defeat.

“Yeah man, I’m sorry. She’s a great girl.” Eddie responded, taking a sip and hiding that same evil, evil smile. Jeff wouldn’t be able to handle someone like you anyway. You needed a thrill. Someone to cause chaos with. Someone to mosh with, fuck with, and love too hard. Someone like Eddie.

As if on cue, you came out of the bathroom and made your way to where everyone was sitting. Taking a seat next to Eddie, you smiled at Jeff and Gareth.

“Hey! What’d I miss?” You asked, trying to ignore Eddie’s own hand snaking towards you.

“Oh, nothing. New campaign ideas, bands, yada yada.” Said Gareth, quickly covering for them.

“Cool. That’s cool….” You trailed off, not completely sure what to say. Or how to continue. Feeling slightly awkward amongst your friends.

Apparently, Eddie did.

“Wanna get high?”

A blunt or two later, maybe more (at this point, you weren’t totally sure how much it had been,) awkward was barely a word in your dictionary.

For some reason, the four of you had migrated to the floor. In a circle type of rotation, everyone was getting their fill.

And some were getting a little more than that.

“Have you ever wondered….” You trailed off, quickly being distracted and playing with someone’s hair. Unlike on the couch, you had opted to sit in a criss-cross position. And Eddie had opted to lay his head in that cross. You were messing with Eddie’s hair. And while he was getting a kick out of it, you were getting sticks out of it. Twig after twig, you removed the sticks and laughingly put them right in his face. With him swatting away your hands, you two were laughing more than you were breathing.

At this point, nobody was smoking anymore. Gareth and Jeff were just…laying down on the carpet. As for you and Eddie? In the same position as before.

“Hey princess?” Started Eddie, staring at you with big doe eyes. God, him and his stupid doe eyes could get anything out of you. Gareth raised his head, and took on a shrill voice.

“Yes, Eddie Bear?”

Shrieks of laughter could be heard from all around the trailer, and you finally responded with a ‘hm?’ When it died down.

“You should do my hair.” He prompted, sitting up and facing you. His position mimicking yours.

“Yeah? And what do you want done to it?” You asked, and with Mary Jane guiding you, you tucked his hair behind his ears and smiled.

And suddenly, there was a tomato with a gorgeous mane in front of you.

“Anything you want, as long as you’re the one doing it.” He grinned, and you nodded. Red painting over your cheeks too.

“Okay.”

Looking over to where Gareth and Jeff had been, you noticed the pair had gotten up. They were halfway to the door before giving a small ‘peace,’ and walking out. Too bad, they were fun to hang out with. But you had taken on a job now, you didn’t have time to ask them to stay anyway. Eddie had turned his back to you and shook his head in an effort to show off his hair.

So you began to braid.

Nothing difficult of course, just a simple, three-piece braid. Gently taking his hair pieces, and overlapping them the way you had ever since he’d grown out his hair. He shivered as your hands caressed his neck, and he spoke, breaking the silence.

“Do you really…Like Jeff?” He asked, suddenly feeling doubtful in himself. Jeff wasn’t exactly the white picket fence type, but he could probably give you it as long as you asked. Seeing the way he looked at you, he’d try and get you anything as long as you asked. Eddie knew he wasn’t exactly prince charming, but he loved you more than what he thought was possible. But would that be enough? He noticed your silence, and cringed. Though unbeknownst to him, at Eddie’s words you found yourself speechless. Cringing yourself at how wrong he was.

You took the hair tie off of your wrist, and finished off the braid you had created. Noticing how his shoulders now sagged, then hearing a sigh come out of him, you knew this is when you should do it. Moving the braid aside, you placed a single gentle kiss on the back of his neck.

He turns around slowly, and just stares at you. A blank, unreadable stare. Oh god, he didn’t want this. He didn’t think of you that way, you’d made him uncomfortable in his own home. What a friend you were.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I thought-“ You start apologizing, and watch as a smile creeps onto his face.

Eddie takes your face in his hands, kissing like a man starved. His pillow plush lips going back in after a shaky breath.

“You,” He began, planting a kiss on your lips.

”Don’t know,” another kiss.

“How long,” The kisses became slower now.

“I’ve wanted this.” He finished, backing up and just holding your face in his hands. His thumbs rubbing soft circles on your cheeks. There was a spark in his eyes now, something that hadn’t been there beforehand. Something…loving.

“I love you. I’ve loved you for as long as I've known you. Through your shitty boyfriends, and even worse breakups. When you fuck up a test that I helped you study for. When you’re so convinced you’re the worst-looking girl you know- but you walk into a room and nobody can take their eyes off of you. You’re-“ You stopped him with a kiss. You couldn’t help that he was simply addictive.

“I love you too, Munson. You’re it for me.” The words burned beautifully on your tongue, and hearing him say he felt the same was even better.

“C’mon.” Suddenly you were lifted up, with Eddie’s arms under your neck and legs. Bridal style. You couldn’t help but giggle at his eccentricities, and love them so deeply at the same time.

“Alright baby, tell me what you want.” He said, basically tossing you onto his mattress.

“You.”

He begins to position himself on top of you, with hands on either side of your head and his face dipping in for passionate kisses. You both smiled through the kisses, not being able to help the occasional laugh that came in between.

His hand moved down from its place beside you, and began moving under your shirt. Calloused hands brushing your abdomen, and coming up to the fabric of your bra.

“Is...Is this okay?” He asked, breathless from the kiss and his heart racing faster than it ever had. You simply nodded, and brought your own hands up to bring Eddie’s face back down to yours. Until he pulled away for a second time.

“I need words, princess. Is this okay?” He asked a second time, licking his lips and smirking.

“Yes, please Eddie, don’t stop now.”

“Not so shy now, huh Mrs. Munson?” He teased, and before you had time to respond, his lips were back on yours and his hands were even more curious. Your hands were in his hair, and his hand had found your breasts.

“Here, let me just-“ You pulled away for a moment, and got out of your shirt. Leaving you in just your bra and pants. You were met with Eddie’s eyes, and somehow felt more red than before.

“You look even better than I imagined.” He said kissing you more intensely than before, and beginning to plant kisses on your neck. You let out some noise, something of a whimper. And it only seemed to egg him on. You could tell he was leaving hickies, focusing on a single spot for a decent amount of time. How were you going to explain this? The thought barely mattered as he kissed a spot that was more sensitive than the rest. Earning no less than a moan from you. He looked up and smiled proudly at you, and went back to toying with that same spot. His name came out of your mouth, breathy, and lust coated. He moved his mouth down progressively, planting kisses everywhere he could manage.

“Say it.” He commanded looking up from where his chin lay on your stomach. You met his eyes with confusion.

“Say what?”

“Say you’re mine.”

He planted another kiss, and looked back to you.

“I’m yours Eddie. I always have been.” You confessed, your fear lost in the lust and adrenaline.

“I know, baby. All mine.”

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#eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie x reader #stranger things #eddie x you #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #eddie fluff #friends to lovers #almost smut

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codes · 2 years

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Hi Matthew 😺 omg I'm so happy i stumbled upon someone else who likes shu knights and Tsumugi. Tsumugi is also one of my favorite characters i don't know why i don't list him in my about anymore... It's for real so messed up that Tsumugi exists i think if the people who call eichi a war criminal actually read and understood the Tsumugi chapters where natsume confronts him after the Valkyrie execution + the scene where he burns all records of the war they would not know peace. What's your favorite Tsumugi moment :)? Let me try to come up with some more questions aummm. What's your favorite knights story? Have u read lionheart and if yes what do you think about it? What do you think about shu and nazuna (i know i have "i like shunazu" in my about so i just want to add a disclaimer that i like it as a failed broken relationship only I'm not completely crazy) okay bye now good luck at the hospital 😺!

HI ANGIE!!!! 🐣 -relaxing w u under our parasol-

This became long so I’m putting it under a cut I hope these work bc I’m on mobile

I LOVE THAT WE HAVE SIMILAR FAVES I usually feel like I have a rlly weird combination of faves like there’s a concerning amount of red flags there and idk if I’d even follow myself. Put in ur about that Tsumugi is ur fave but he’s like a test subject to u.

Related to the Tsumugi thing but before engstars was released I wasn’t too concerned about ppl not knowing ! lore bc u can technically enjoy !! without it but then I froze up in bed two days ago bc I realized that nobody would know about meteor impact, no one has read the main story, no one has read element, MILKY WAY, MARIONETTE, CHECKMATE. which isn’t essential reading but it rlly does expand your understanding of the characters and their growth (when akira decides that it matters, i hate that man). I saw someone say that eichi manipulated Tsumugi into following him which was endlessly funny like Tsumugi did all of that himself like he knew damn well what was happening. This was literally him watching it all go down.

He’s OUR problematic fave.

Unmmm fave mugi moment… HARD CHOICE but it’s not a particularly popular scene and I don’t have a screenshot on me (I checked :[ ), it’s the one where Tsumugi is talking to Izumi and he’s like “I really admire you for being able to talk to someone who so clearly hates your guts ^_^” and Izumi gets Pissed. If I ever find it I’ll probably post it bc it pleasantly cheeses me

I DONT KNOW IF I HAVE A FAVE KNIGHTS STORY im a failure of a stan bc college had been rlly busy and I couldn’t read a lot of them before they were snapped out of existence but for now it’s checkmate but there’s a good chance that’ll change since now I have time to read more. And I haven’t read lionheart -gripping the soil and letting the tears run down my face- i want to read it so bad.

SHUNAZU I saw that and i was like woaahh bc there’s so many ways that it can go and I don’t think it’s particularly popular (or maybe I’m wrong and I just haven’t rlly looked around). I have a lot of thoughts about Shu but none of them are normal. My friend rlly likes nazuna so I enjoy him vicariously through her. Shu and nazuna together in the same room tho hrmmm I like the thought of them meeting me in like a grocery store and Shu wants to hide in the bathroom. I think what happened between them is tragic and one time my friend said exvalk was their height and now their music is missing that vital piece that they once had which is an interesting take but I see it more like what happened was necessary for the both of them. They wouldn’t have grown either musically or as people if they stayed together in their unit. I think exvalk was the peak of their lowest moment but i might be wrong, i just like Saying whatever. Booo Get this loser off the stage!!! -throwing tomatoes at Matthew-

I wish I had more to say but that’s rlly my take on it for now :)

#ask #SORRY THIS IS SO LONG WHAT THE FUCK #TY ANGIE I hope ur having a great day btw

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heartofwritiing · 3 years

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Stolen Stares

Paring(s): Paul McCartney x fem!reader

Summary: Paul and y/n cant keep their eyes off each other.

Word count: 745

a/n: I tired a different writing style I hope you guys like it! also I imagined this takes place in 1968 during the white album recording sessions but you can imagine it at anytime u want.

Warning(s): FLOOFF (fluff) and sexual remarks. as always ignore my dumb mistakes :p

At first it was small things. Paul had always been so sweet to you since you first met whether i'd be something chivalrous or comforting you when you were upset, he even taught you piano! which you would never admit to the boys but, you were terrible at playing before Paul. Now that a few years have passed and you’ve both grown into adults you started to develop feelings for the brown haired man. maybe it was his charm or, maybe it was his smile but either way you couldn’t help but stare at him longer than you meant to. and you thank the stars he hasn’t noticed you. You wouldn’t know what to do if he caught you one of these times. Little did you know that he was secretly doing the same from across the studio. it wasn’t until one day during a session, it was just you, Paul, George and John. but George was too busy fiddling with his guitar to see what was going on around him. John was sitting next to Paul leaning over sheet music with a pencil in hand while they discussed song lyrics but they were on the other side of the room and you couldn’t really hear what they were saying. You sat in the corner of the room cleaning your instrument mindlessly. moments like this bore you to death. waiting for what to do next. you weren’t really the song writing type. you mostly liked creating melodies that fit with John or Pauls lyrics.

and that's how it started. it was stolen glances and then at one point you would start smiling and then he would too until one of the other boys pulled one of you out of your trance. and they would be too wrapped up in what was going on in the studio that day to notice. Another thing that started happening was making each other mess up during recordings. you would be on the other side of the room (like always.) and you would both just look at one another and start smiling. And If Paul was singing it would throw him off track and everyone would be like ‘wtf is up with you paul?’ but he would just make up some dumb excuse like. ‘oh sorry i was thinking about a joke i heard earlier.’ then as your secretive stares went on it would change to ‘i was thinking about something y/n said.’ and the boys would be kinda oblivious at first but then one day after you sat with Paul at his piano and you were both laughing and making up silly songs. They started to connect the pieces.

Paul had finally got enough courage to ask you out after a month of your shenanigans. But you both couldn’t go out anywhere seeing as you would be mobbed by the press so he offers to cook at his house. That night the tension was too much for you both to handle anymore and that's when he kissed you for the first time. Ever since then nobody knew you and Paul were seeing one another outside of work besides John, George and Ringo. And oh boy would they tease you both for week. John even made up a song on the spot one day while you were waiting for George to get to the studio. Every passing second you wish George would walk through the door so you could get started for the day with how much you were blushing you swore your face looked like a tomato. John throws in a line about you both giving each other sex eyes and you sink into your shirt like a turtle.

#paul mccartney #the beatles imagines #paul mccartney x reader #the beatles #paul mccartney imagines #fanfiction #x reader #imagines

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randomshyperson · 3 years

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Wanda Maximoff/Reader - HighSchool AU “Sometimes is just a kiss”- ChapterTwo.

Gif is not mine.

Read on AO3 too

Summary: When the rumors that you punched Tony Stark in the face spread around your school, some interesting events unfolded. Or enemies to Lovers in high School.

Warnings: 18+; Enemies to Lovers/ Angry Sex/ Underage Sex/ High School AU/ Violence/ Fights/ Inappropriate language; Fluff

Yes, I turned this into a short fic, simply because there were so many positive comments that I felt very inspired to continue. And I hope nobody will be disappointed haha But here it is, have a good read.

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The news that Steve Rogers and Tony Stark kissed behind the bleachers spread quickly through the school. And it was only 10 o'clock on a Monday morning.

You had no idea who had spread the rumor around the campus, but knowing your luck, you were just waiting for the bomb to drop in your lap.

Besides, you hadn't spoken to Wanda since you gave her an orgasm against the walls of a locker room. You saw her briefly in the hallway between history and biology class, but she looked away quickly, and you rolled your eyes without patience.

It had been good sex, and you repeated that it was just that. Sex. That it shouldn't have happened, mainly because you were incompatible, and there were too many social barriers between you.

You should have known that Wanda would not break the expectations they had of her, to stay as someone as broken as you.

Closing the locker with more force than necessary, you walked out toward the history room.

Taking your place in the last chair by the window, you sit down as you wait for the class to begin. You have about five minutes of peace before an angry Tony Stark enters the room and walks toward you pointing his finger in your face in a threatening manner.

- I told you to mind your own business.

- What have I done to deserve this, Lord. - You grumble without patience, ignoring Stark completely. He lets out an angry exclamation and punches the table, making you jump with surprise.

- You'll pay for this, bitch. I'm going to-

You cut off his speech by pulling his hair and forcing his head against the table in a blow that makes a loud noise. He staggers back, shocked that he has been hit again. The room erupts in a hubbub and someone holds Tony back to stop him from jumping on you.

You stand up, gathering your notebooks, seeing that the history teacher was already signaling for you to talk to the counselor.

- You never learn, Stark. - You sneer, taking one last look at the boy's bloody nose before you leave the room, most of your classmates laughing.

- I'm so angry with you right now. - said your mother as soon as you both left the school. You didn't respond, walking with your hands in your pockets to the car. She started mumbling to herself, and only when you had been in the car a few minutes did she speak to you again.

- And the worst of it is that you hit my boss's son!

You let out a wry laugh as you looked out the car window at the view.

- I doubt very much that Howard Stark knows any of his employees, Mother.

- It doesn't matter. - she retorted, turning the wheel. You watched the landscape change as you turned the corner.

- At least I didn't get expelled. - You commented, your mother let out a wry laugh.

- Suspension is not a good thing! - she replies in an irritated tone. - And I even had to miss my shift to come get you. I honestly didn't raise you for that.

- That's the point, isn't it? - You retorted angrily, finally turning to face your mother. - Did you ever raise me? Last time I checked, I've been raising myself for a long time.

Your mother assumes a disapproving expression, denying it with her head. You throw yourself back on the seat with your arms crossed.

- You've always been so unfair, you know. - She begins. - Who's picking you up from school now, huh? And who puts a roof over your head? Food on your plate? You raised yourself, that's a joke.

She grumbles again, but you just ignore it, shutting yourself off from your surroundings.

You barely register when the car pulls up in front of your house, startled when your mother slams the car door as you get out. You take off your seat belt, and step out.

- You are grounded, three months. - she says, and you just nod. It's not as if she was present enough to know where you were going anyway. - And you are going to help your aunt in the store while you are suspended.

You let out a protesting grunt.

- Really, there's nothing worse for me to do? - You ask, throwing yourself on the sofa in the living room, your mother giggles.

- Weren't you the one who was thinking that suspension is better than expulsion? Well, you're not going to be sitting around this week. - She said as she left her purse on the kitchen table, and walked towards the small office table in the corner of the room. - Now go to your room, I'm working from home today.

You roll your eyes, getting up. Dragging your feet to your room, you slam the door as you enter, throwing yourself against your bed.

You hope Tony Stark's nose is hurting.

You are very surprised to see Natasha Romanoff enter your aunt's mercenary, shortly after school hours. She smiles at you with amusement, walking over to the counter.

- Wow, interesting look. - She jokes, commenting on the blue uniform combined with a sailor's hat that your aunt makes her three employees wear. You laugh at Nat.

- How can I help you, ma'am? - You asked in an amused tone, she leaned her arms on the counter.

- I'm looking for a fighting dog. Do you sell these here?

You laugh at the insinuation. And then a customer enters the store, Nat moves aside for you to attend to a lady buying tomato sauce and noodles, and then as you check out, she speaks again.

- You caused a fuss at school with your fight. - She remarks, and you just grumble, counting the money. - By the way, how did you find out about Rogers and Stark's secret affair?

You shrug, smiling. - I saw them kissing the night of the game. Stark freaked out, by the way, typical.

Nat laughed, and began to look around the store. - It is nice here. I didn't know you worked.

- It's my aunt's. - You say, finally finishing counting the money in the cash register. - And I worked at the junkyard on Avenue Two until last year.

- Aren't you going to tell me that you were fired for fighting? - Nat teased, making you laugh.

- No, I asked to quit. - So you say. - I wanted a quiet senior year.

Nat nods, and walks around the store, stopping at the magazine section. You see three more customers before she returns.

- I have to get home before my mother freaks out. - She announced as soon as she reached the counter. You nodded. - But I want to know if you want to do something with me?

- I thought you had a boyfriend. - You joked, and Nat rolled her eyes humorously.

- Don't be a smartass.

You laugh.

- I will be helping out in the store during this week. - You say. - Because of the suspension. I leave at seven.

Nat nodded, assuming a contemplative expression for a moment.

- Do you know where Avengers' Bar is? Three blocks past the municipal hospital?

You nod, smiling.

- Sure, Nat. - You say. - I've already driven past it.

- Why haven't you ever gone inside? I'm always there.

- I wasn't in that area to drink. - You remark with a suggestive smile, and Nat just laughs and rolls her eyes.

- Well, I'll be there on Wednesday. Some colleagues from State are playing there. - She says, and writes down a phone number on one of the papers on the counter. - Text me if you're going to show up.

- Are you sure it's not a date? - You joke and Nat just winks at you before you leave. You keep her number in your uniform pocket.

Even from outside, you could hear the music from the bar muffled against the windows.

Avengers's Bar was a popular place in town, but only for a certain kind of people. Mainly frequented by punks, bikers, and artists, it was exactly the kind of place you liked but should avoid. With its history of fights, it wasn't exactly the kind of place you went to anymore.

A dark-haired girl in metal-working attire smiled at you from the doorway, looking at you mischievously as you walked through the door. You just nodded slightly.

Inside, you looked around for Natasha and her friends, but with the amount of people in the bar, it wasn't so easy to find them.

- Y/N! - shouted Thor when he spotted you in the crowd. You smiled, walking over to where he was standing. - We're on the top floor, Nat got a table. Come on, I just came to get some drinks.

You followed him to the bar, and helped him carry the drinks for the others. You didn't recognize any of the drinks they were making there, so you decided to just drink from everyone's glass, which made Thor laugh.

- Look who I found. - announced Thor as soon as you two arrived at the table. The group smiled when they saw you, and you greeted everyone with a kiss on the cheek and sat down next to Nat.

- We heard that you were suspended. - commented Clint, but he seemed almost proud. You shrugged awkwardly.

- She wasn't content to just punch Stark, she also slammed the bastard's head against the table! - Said Natasha excitedly, and the group laughed. You laughed half embarrassed, as you took a sip of the pink drink Nat had ordered.

They started talking about some scandal that happened at the federal school, and you did your best to react to it, not really knowing who the people they were talking about were. And then Valkyrie let out an exclamation, as if she had spotted someone, and stood up. A very pretty girl approached, smiling and hugging Valkyrie.

- I'm glad you could make it, Carol. - Valkyrie said the girl who waved to everyone. When you looked closely, you finally recognized her. Carol Danvers was an ex-student of your high school, having graduated last year. She used to be very popular, and you noticed the military silver necklace around her neck.

Carol sat down next to Valkyrie, and the two of them seemed so close that you thought maybe they were dating.

When the show started, everyone exclaimed with excitement, quickly getting up and walking to the stage area. You smiled as Nat dragged you by the hand, liking the feeling of having friends.

The band was surprisingly good, and you danced with excitement, feeling the alcohol make you lively and loose. You were surprised when Carol began to dance with you, her hands on your waist.

She was very attractive, so you didn't mind her kissing you. And you pushed away the feeling that she wasn't the person you wanted. When she pulled you into the bathroom, her hands roaming over you as she tugged off your clothes, you ignored every part of your body screaming that this was wrong. When she made you cum, you bit your lip to keep yourself from screaming Wanda's name.

Your suspension was finally over, and you gave the key to the store back to your aunt before you went to school.

You tried not to think about it too much, about how many college opportunities you had missed with that stain on your record. But if you were honest, you didn't even know if you wanted to go to college anymore. Every day the possibility of buying a motorcycle and traveling aimlessly getting closer to your real calling.

Many people stared at you when you arrived at school. The vast majority didn't even bother to look away. You rolled your eyes impatiently, reaching into your jacket pockets as you walked through the main doors.

You were slightly startled when Jessica Jones approached you in your locker, but you smiled awkwardly, taking off your headphones.

- Girl, you are a legend! - she said excitedly, pushing you lightly by the shoulders against the lockers. She stood close, and you thought maybe that was flirting. - By the way, I didn't have your number to text you.

She took a pen from her bag, and grabbed your hand, writing down her own number while flashing you a mischievous smile.

- Text me, let's do something this week. - She says as she lets go of your hand. You blink slightly, and nod, a little awkwardly. Jessica doesn't seem to notice, and smiles, leaving afterwards.

You hear a whistle, and Nat looks at you with curiosity.

- You are stealing hearts, huh. - She teases, and you feel your face heat up, still surprised by the whole interaction. - By the way, are you and Carol on a real thing?

- What? - you ask in surprise. - No, I don't think so. It was just sex in a concert restroom, Natasha. I don't think she even knew my name. - You remark as you turn toward the redhead. She laughs, finishing putting her books away.

- Actually she asked me for your number. - She says, and you look at her in surprise. - But then I see you with Jones, and I have to admit, it's a tough choice. - Nat teases, making you laugh. You start walking down the hall together, walking towards the classrooms. You think Nat has said something about the show, but your attention is elsewhere. As you walk past Wanda and Peter Maximoff, everything seems to slow down, you notice the slight flush on Wanda's cheeks when her gaze meets yours, and you both hold your breath as you walk past each other. But the next second everything is as it was before, and you sigh, focusing your attention on Nat.

When you arrive in the literature room, you are happy to know that Nat sits next to you.

You hate the cafeterias. So when Nat invites you to join her at the outside tables you think it's the best lunch you have ever had.

The outside courtyard is relatively less crowded than the other places in the school, and you are in the middle of a discussion about the new TV series that launched over the weekend, when Nat signals to something behind you.

Coming out of the school, and heading towards the table where you were standing, was Sharon Carter, accompanied by her pet friend, Pepper Potts. And you really thought you could have a quiet lunch.

- To what do I owe the honor, Carter? - you asked ironically as they reached your table.

- You stay away from my boyfriend. - She spoke in a serious tone, and before you could say anything, she tipped the glass of soda she held over your head.

You felt your whole body boil with irritation and you stood up abruptly, seeing red. But Natasha tugged on your forearm, whispering something about your suspension. Sharon and Pepper seemed to be slightly startled by your posture, but they let out a wry chuckle and went back inside the school.

You tugged on Nat's arm, then left the courtyard and headed for the changing rooms. You needed a cold shower to calm yourself down, or you would do something that would surely cause your expulsion.

Since the athletic games period had not yet started, the gym locker room was empty. You sighed with relief as you found your spare change of clothes in your locker.

Walking toward the bathroom stalls, you quickly undressed, and stepped into the shower, letting the cold water wash all the soda and anger from your body.

Leaning your head against the wall, you let out a sigh, thinking about all the shit that was going on in your life in less than two weeks. And then your mind went back to Wanda, and you let out a breathless groan, laughing humorlessly. The cold water didn't help to chill the new heat that settled under your stomach. You turned off the shower, then stepped out to put on your clothes.

On your way out of the locker room, you saw something you would rather not have seen. The universe seemed to be testing your anger today.

Wanda was being pressed against the wall of the indoor bleachers, which at that time was empty and perfect for those who wanted to make out in a secluded spot. It was a tall boy, but you couldn't see his face, which was buried in Wanda's neck, kissing her. And then she opened her eyes, and looked straight at you. You saw him pull down his pants and enter her, and she moaned with her mouth ajar, without taking her eyes off you. She had a gleam in her eyes that made your whole body tremble.

You gripped the strap of your purse tightly, controlling the impulse to go over and beat the boy until he passed out, and spun on your feet, walking out the back door.

Fucking day, you thought as you walked back to school.

Eventually, you thanked Nat for keeping you from hitting Sharon. She shrugged, saying that she didn't want you to be expelled now that you were becoming friends, and you tried not to be too happy about it.

On Wednesday, Carol Danvers showed up at the door of the school on a motorcycle. This is sure to be a long-lasting gossip, you thought as you and Nat greeted her on the way out. Several students looked at you, many of them impressed by Carol's motorcycle, others impressed to see her back at school, but the vast majority trying to ask how you knew her.

- What's up, Danvers? - You say to her with a slight nod. Carol looks at you as if she wants to undress you right there, but you have your gaze on her motorcycle, attentive to the details of the vehicle.

- Hey, pretty girl. - She answers while leaning against the vehicle.

- Jesus, you are not even seeing me. - Nat teases and Carol just laughs, giving her a kiss on the cheek. - Tell me, what brings you back to your beloved school?

- I came to say hello. - says Carol. - And to invite you both to a concert on Saturday.

- And you didn't text me because you missed me. - Nat rebuts in a provocative tone, Carol smiles, and then looks at you, before confirming. You don't really know what to say.

- If the music is good, I'm in. - You joke and Nat agrees. Carol takes two tickets out of her pocket and hands them to you.

- I'll pick you up, okay? - She offers it to you. You think about refusing, without really knowing why. But you nod in agreement before you can think about it too much.

- Okay, lovebirds. I'll leave you two alone because I'm starting to get the urge to puke. - Nat jokes one last time, before heading out toward the parking lot. You imagine that she will use the break time to smoke a bit.

You shift your weight between your feet before turning your gaze back to Carol.

- I was surprised to hear that you asked Nat for my number. - You comment, and Carol smiles.

- I like to talk to pretty girls. - She says, and you roll your eyes humorously at the flirtation. She laughs, biting her lips, and you allow her to rest her hands on your waist, perhaps too low.

- Are you looking for something serious, Danvers? - you ask with a slight irony. Carol looks at you in mild surprise.

- You don't think it has anything to do with me, do you?

- Sorry, the motorcycle and the leather jacket gave you away. - You respond humorously. - I get it, because it's my game.

Carol laughs.

- I'm enjoying our time together. - she confesses. - But I'll be back at the station in a few weeks. I can't make any promises.

You nod, without really being bothered by it. Carol is not the one you wanted to be with. And to push those thoughts away, you kiss her. She smiles, deepening the kiss slightly. You think she squeezed your ass, but you're not really paying attention.

And then you break apart, and she smiles at you.

- I'll see you Saturday, right? - she asks, and you nod, letting her kiss you one last time.

When she finally starts the motorcycle and drives away, you notice the mischievous and suggestive looks you receive.

And you try not to let your anger peak, but then you notice Stark's group in the corner of the school, laughing openly. You'll need to walk past them to get inside, and you really hope that none of them will test your patience.

- Hey weirdo, who was your girlfriend? - shouts Tony Stark. You know, you really think maybe he is brain damaged. His friends laugh at the joke, and you think you will ignore it, but then he shouts again. - I'm talking to you, dyke!

He throws something at you, missing you by inches. You watch the red liquid run down in front of your feet.

You think, this is it. This is how I'm going to get expelled. By sticking a straw in Tony Stark's eye. You wondered if prison life was worth it.

But then the laughter died down in the next second, and you watched Tony turn pale.

- Mr. Stark, please come with me. - A male voice sounded behind you. The school principal was a scary man, and he was hardly ever seen outside his classroom. He never witnessed his students' conflicts, and Fury never bothered him with such matters. Tony's paleness was understandable.

- P-Professor Thanos, I don't...

- Now. - says the man finally, and Tony stiffens his jaw as he follows him. He gave you an angry look before leaving.

The buzz started as soon as they entered the school, but you didn't really pay attention to anyone. Ignoring the middle finger Steve Rogers threw at you, you went back inside the school.

Tony Stark was punished with detention. You rolled your eyes when the rumor reached you. They had also said that his father refused to pick him up and that the driver was the one who talked to Fury. You would have sympathy for Stark if he wasn't a complete imbecile.

You had chemistry again, and you really weren't in the mood to see Wanda, but you had no choice.

And then Professor Agatha was feeling particularly inspired today, and decided to switch lab partners. You ended up on the same bench as Darcy Lewis and Pietro Maximoff, you being the only trio due to the odd number of students. You sighed against your bad luck.

The experiment that Mrs. Harkness performed was not difficult, but it could be dangerous if you didn't pay attention. So you just listened to Darcy's instructions, and everything was working out fine. Then Pietro Maximoff decided that his attention was better placed on a girl sitting behind him, and started flirting. Darcy rolled her eyes, smiling at you.

In the blink of an eye, you heard a scream of pain. Pietro had forgotten the limits of the counter itself, and stretching his arms most likely to impress the girl behind you, he slammed his hand against the chemical glass jar behind him. Darcy stepped back to avoid being hit, but you were quick to help Pietro, pulling his arm into the sink on the counter, turning on the faucet as you hurried to get as much of the acidic liquid off his skin as possible.

Pietro sighed with relief, probably feeling the pain disappear as you rubbed the soap into his skin. He was extremely surprised, as was the rest of the room.

- Very efficient reaction, Miss Y/L/N. - commented Ms. Harkness as she approached you, holding a cloth to dry Pietro. - I'll add an extra point to your average for that. Mr. Maximoff, please go to the infirmary.

Pietro wrapped the cloth around his injured hand, and looked at you with a mixture of hesitation and confusion in his eyes, but he nodded in thanks.

Harkness asked someone to call the janitor to clean up the shards, and then continued the class. You found it hard to concentrate when you noticed Wanda's gaze on you.

Jessica Jones kisses you against the wall of the second floor locker room.

You exchanged a few messages, mostly innocent jokes. And then Jessica said she had something amazing to show you, and when you met her after third period, in the not-so-isolated locker room, she pushed you up against the wall and kissed you on the mouth.

Jessica tasted like coke and something sweet, and she likes to bite.You had to remind yourself that you were kissing someone while you were doing it, not feeling connected to her really.

And then two girls came into the bathroom giggling and she let you go.

- Sorry for the scare. - She joked, her lips swollen. You shrugged, smiling slightly.

- What was it that about? - You teased, putting your hands on her waist.

- What inspired you to do this? - you teased, putting your hands on her waist.

- You of course. Punching assholes and saving people. It's hot. - She says and then she checks her cell phone. - Damn, I have chemistry now. I can't be late.

She steals a kiss from you and quickly leaves. You blink, not really understanding what has happened.

As you go downstairs, you realize that the cheerleading squad is coming out of the locker room, and Sharon and Potts give you a death stare as you walk past them. And then, as you pass through the door to the women's dressing room, you hesitate. All your logic tells you to go on your way, but then your feet are turning and you walk into the dressing room, looking around.

You let out a sigh as you find who you were looking for. Wanda is changing clothes, wearing only her cheer skirt, and a bra. Your intimacy pulsates with the image. Wanda lets out a surprised exclamation at seeing you there, but then she lets out a mischievous smile, and continues undressing.

Slowly, she lets the skirt slide down her thighs. You bite your lower lip hard as it falls to the floor.

And then two other cheerleaders come out of one of the aisles behind you, and the giggles die down when they see you. One of the girls turns to Wanda:

- Is this girl bothering you, Wandy? - she asks in a honeyed voice.

- And what are you, a watchdog? - You retort before Wanda can answer. The girl gives you a death glare. - Mind your own business, nosy.

The other girl approaches you, looking at you with disdain. - We don't like street trash here. Why don't you go back to your junkyard?

You swallowed dryly, trying to control your anger. The smaller girl giggled, and you looked at Wanda, who looked in shock, before you stormed out of the dressing room slamming the door.

You knew you shouldn't do that, but your feet dragged you out into the field of trailers.

You walked a long way until you arrived. And when you entered the courtyards, many of the residents looked at you with a frown. But you ignore them, as you walk between the houses. You knock hard on the door of one of the trailers farthest away. It takes a moment before a tall, muscular boy answers it.

He lets out a wry laugh when he sees you.

- Visiting old friends? - He teases, you don't smile.

- I need to break something, Erik. - You say simply, and he sighs. And then he closes the door, and you walk together in the opposite direction, out of the trailer park.

You have known Erik Killmonger since kindergarten. His life wasn't exactly the easiest. You used to hang out together in high school, but then Erik started getting into a lot of fights, and it was rumored that he joined a gang. He didn't tell you anything, and when you asked, he told you to mind your own business. And then, in the second year, he was expelled for breaking the jaw of Johann Schmidt, one of the seniors at the school. You remember never seeing Erik so angry. But you never knew the reason for the fight. And then he drifted away, and even though you missed him, you didn't push him.

- Here it is. - Erik said as you reached an abandoned area a few feet beyond the trailers. He handed you a wooden stick, and you took a deep breath before you started smashing through the abandoned objects there, most of them junk.

- Fuck that fucking school. - You shouted as you hit a bottle, the glass splattering through the air. Erik just stood at a safe distance, his hands in his pockets. - Fuck Tony Stark. - You shouted, a wooden box shattering with the blow of your bat. And then you noticed a tall dead tree trunk a few yards away, and you stepped forward, aggressively slamming your bat several times against the tree. - Fuck Wanda Maximoff. - And the staff shattered with the force of your blow. You let out a sigh, throwing the object to the ground, as you sat down down on the grass.

Erik walked over to you, and he said nothing about the tears streaming down your face.

- Do you want to talk about it? - he asked as he sat down beside you. You nodded in denial.

- I want you to tell me something about yourself. - You said, wiping your face.

- Um, let me think. - He says, putting his arms behind him and leaning back, he looks relaxed. - My mother is in town.

You turn your head to him in surprise. He smiles.

- Yes, I know, that's nice. - He comments. - But I won't get my hopes up. She could leave at any moment.

- I hope she stays. - You say.

- So do I.

You stand there in silence for a moment, then Erik stands up, then offers his hand to help you stand. You sigh and accept.

- Let's get something to eat, you're paying. - He says, causing you to smile ironically.

You end up at one of the dinner stands across the main road from the trailer park. You buy Erik a hamburger and fries, but you decide to just have a milkshake.

- This is all about a girl, isn't it? - he asks after a while, and you almost deny it. But you just shrug your shoulders in agreement, taking a sip of your milkshake. - Is it someone I know?

- Maybe. - you say, and Erik frowns humorously. He eats some chips, assuming a thoughtful expression.

- That's hard, I've never seen you paying attention to anyone at school. - he says. - What about that redheaded girl in the locker next to yours?

You laugh and nod your head in denial. Erik smiles, thinking again.

- What about that girl in your chemistry class? The one you said was smart?

- Darcy? - You ask and he confirms, you just smile. - No, I wish. Darcy would be less complicated.

Erik laughs, and then pushes the rest of the potatoes to you.

- Why don't you just tell me? - he asks, but his tone is not accusatory, just provocative.

- Because I don't want to admit it. - You confess, accepting the potatoes. It takes a moment, and then you speak. - I think I'm falling in love with Wanda Maximoff.

You don't look at Erik, fearing his reaction. But then he lets out a sigh, and drags his hand across the table, offering it to you. You accept, and he holds your hand warmly.

- You, my friend, are totally screwed. - He teases, making you laugh. - But keep calm. Passions go away as fast as they come.

You nod, squeezing his hand before letting go. You eat in silence, and you can't help but think how much you missed him.

Debates test your patience. And as if that weren't irritating enough, you still share this class with Wanda.

You don't look at her when you enter the room, but you feel her gaze on you. Throwing yourself on the last chair in the room, you stand with your headphones on and sink your head into your arms on the desk, wishing for the school year to end soon.

When Professor Hill enters the room, you are surprised that one of your classmates nudges you to warn you, and you smile in appreciation as you straighten your posture and put your cell phone away.

- I hope you have read the book I asked for, children. - She announces as she puts her bag on the table, and walks to the front of the cabinet, leaning against the wood as she looks around the room. - We will discuss it in class today.

The room lets out a chorus of displeasure, but the teacher lets out a chuckle. Her debates were famous for ending up in heated discussions, plus they made up about fifty percent of the grade. If you didn't say anything, you had to write a report of the discussions.

The teacher took a copy of the book from her purse, and held it with both hands.

- "It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man, possessing a good fortune, must be in need of a wife." - She read, walking around the room. - Who can tell me what the line implies about women?

- It's the old-fashioned way of saying that women prefer rich guys. - Steve Rogers sneered, drawing giggles from his teammates in the room. Mrs. Hill, however, just sighed with disappointment.

- No, Mr. Rogers. - she said, cutting off the laughter immediately. - If you have no intention of participating seriously in the debate, I suggest you remain silent.

Steve let out a lame laugh, shrugged, and whispered something to his tablemate. You rolled your eyes impatiently, resting your face in your hand. And then you watched Wanda Maximoff raise her arm up.

- Yes, Wanda? - nodded Mrs. Hill waiting for the answer.

- I think it's about a reaffirmation of the status of the man. As if the woman is a trophy to prove his status and position. - She says. - It objectifies women completely.

You blinked, slightly impressed. Wanda was always smart, after all. But then the boys in class giggled, and the redhead seemed to shrug her shoulders. Professor Hill, however, smiled at her.

- Interesting position, Miss Maximoff. - she said, and walked back around the room. - Let's talk a little about the main romance of the book. - She says, and looks reproachfully quickly at two boys who are whispering, and they fall silent. - I'd like to know what you think about Elizabeth and Darcy's relationship, and how we can bring the book's issues into our current society. Do you believe that the same prejudices are faced today?

The room explodes into excitement, and you feel like going home. Mrs. Hill looks around, and waves to calm the students.

- Please, class. Raise your hand who believes that Elizabeth and Darcy would easily marry today?

The vast majority of the students raise their hands. And someone makes a comment that they would get laid on the first date, and many laugh. You play with your pencil, twirling it on your finger, and then feel a light elbow on your arm. Your classmate nods her head forward, and you blink in confusion, realizing that Ms. Hill has called your attention.

- I'm sorry, Mrs. Hill. What is it? - you ask, straightening your posture. She smiles tenderly.

- I asked why you didn't raise your hand. - She repeats. - Could you share with the class your position?

You let out a sigh, thinking about it. And then you lean back in your chair, putting your hands in your pockets, and trying not to get intimate with the stares in the room.

- I really don't understand how everyone here can say that we no longer have social rules for relationships. - You say. - If Darcy and Elizabeth were from the present day, the prejudices portrayed in the books would only be different, but they would still be there. We have many ways of forbidding people to relate to each other, even in this school.

- Interesting. Please continue. - the teacher said, leaning back against her desk. You let out a sigh, trying to organize your opinion into words.

- I can give an example of how we divide the social groups around here. - you say. - It's not like the jocks are seen hanging out with the kids in the theater. Elizabeth would definitely be one of the smart girls, and Darcy would be the dumb brat. Sort of like a Tony Stark.

The room erupted in giggles, and you watched Steve Rogers lock his jaw, commenting something to his classmate. Professor Hill gave you a warning look, beckoning the class to be quiet.

- So you believe that Darcy and Elizabeth would not be together in the present days? - she asks you, and you shrug.

- I don't think Darcy would break the expectations people have of him for Elizabeth. - You state. - And besides, she can do better than that.

Some students laughed at your comment, and Mrs. Hill smiled at you. And then she asked if anyone had a different opinion, and you were slightly surprised to see Wanda raise her hand again.

- I think they would end up together. - She says. - They are really in love, and just like in the book, I think Darcy just needs time to understand everything, and to build up some courage.

- And Elizabeth should expect him to have some guts, then? - You cut Wanda off. The room looks at you in surprise, and Wanda turns in her chair, a look of mixed defiance and surprise, but you don't back away. - While he decides whether she is worth it, should she just wait around?

- Elizabeth needs to understand that Darcy also has his own issues. - Wanda retorts. - That it's not easy to let go of all the expectations people place on you.

You laugh lightly with irony.

- Of course Darcy would be quite comfortable keeping Elizabeth waiting. - You say with mild irritation. - Besides, Elizabeth is also going through a lot. She deserves to have someone who chooses her.

- That's not what we're arguing about. - Wanda replies. - No one is questioning Elizabeth's worth. I'm saying that they would be together, but that they need time.

- And I'm saying that Darcy has to stop being such a gutless pussy and make a decision soon. Elizabeth is not going to pause her life just to wait for him.

- She would do that if she really liked Darcy. - Retorts the redhead, you blink in disbelief.

You think the room held its breath with your debate with Wanda, and you would have continued if the teacher hadn't interrupted.

- Okay, I think we're getting a little nervous. - She cut in, and you blinked awkwardly, stopping to look at Wanda. The room murmured quietly again as Wanda turned back to face the front. - Thank you for your opinions, ladies. Now let's move on, who can offer a reflection on marriage in the book?

The class continued for a while, but you completely disconnected. Your heart was racing and you realized that the discussion you had was not about Darcy or Elizabeth. Wanda was asking you to wait for her. And you felt a strong urge to punch something. And then you focused your attention completely on the literature report, ignoring the debate completely.

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