#of stuff like chem bc I have been out of high school for ages and the courses are not designed for mature students

[vounoura]

nah but seriously dropping out as much as it upset(s) me to have to do was probably the smartest decision I ever made

[a-second-hand-sorrow]

For Just Anyone (Beverly Marsh X Reader)

WC: 2015

Warnings: Cursing, homophobia, slurs

Summary: Y/N had been drooling over Beverly for ages, and finally decides to do something about it.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this bc Bev deserves some more love!

“Miss Y/L/N.” I snapped my head up, staring at Mrs Harding with wide eyes, like a deer in headlights.

“Would you care to explain to me why you are so distracted?” Every head in the classroom was turned towards me, and I felt my cheeks flush under the gazes of my peers.

I turned my head slightly and ended up looking right at Beverly Marsh, and my heart sped up. The light caught on her hair and made it shine, and I suddenly became painfully aware of the words about her etched onto my notebook.

“I, uh, I was writing… stuff.” I murmured, fidgeting awkwardly with my pencil, staring down at the words that adorned the margins of my notebook.

“What kind of stuff?” Mrs Harding asked, staring at me suspiciously.

“It's personal stuff, Mrs Harding.” A few snickers passed through the classroom, none louder than that of Greta Keene.

“Well, Miss Y/L/N, personal stuff belongs out of my classroom. If I catch you distracted again, it'll be a detention. Now, as I was saying before.”

I sank down in my chair, slamming my notebook closed as whispers began to pass through the room.

The lesson took an eternity to finish, and I had never been more grateful to hear the ringing of that high pitched bell.

I sped into the cafeteria, breathing a sigh of relief when I made it to my usual table without any interference from Greta and her crones.

“God, Y/L/N, you look like you've seen a ghost.” Richie commented as soon as I took my seat.

"Can it, Tozier. I'm not in the mood.” I snapped, and Richie’s eyes widened in surprise.

“You ok Y/N? Richie was right, you don't look great.” Eddie said, tentatively placing a hand on my shoulder.

“It's Mrs Harding. I was writing some stuff in my notebook in History, and she flipped her shit when she saw me. I couldn't tell her that I was writing sappy stuff about Beverly, otherwise she’d send me to the guidance counsellor with a bible in my hands.” I said, and Richie and Eddie looked at me with sympathy.

"Hey guys, what's going on?” Stan asked and we all turned our gaze to him.

“Woah, did I interrupt something?” He said, and I shook my head. Stan let out a relieved sigh and sat down beside Richie.

"Y/N was writing sappy gay shit about Bev in her notebook and Mrs Harding yelled at her for it.” Richie filled Stan in, and he looked at me with understanding eyes.

Richie started talking once more, but I tuned out, turning my focus to the table Beverly always sat at. However, I was shocked to find that Beverly wasn't sitting there.

I glanced around the cafeteria, trying my hardest to locate Beverly. Suddenly I felt Eddie nudge me gently, and I turned around to ask him what he wanted.

The sight that met me was something I'd only dreamed about. Beverly Marsh with her kind, dazzling sapphire eyes, looking at me and only me.

"Hey, Y/N right?” She asked, her voice melodic and calm. I nodded, and a smile crossed Beverly’s face.

“I need some more fries. Eddie, Stan, would you care to join me?” Richie said, and the boys quickly evacuated the table, leaving only Beverly and I.

Beverly chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You mind if I sit down?” She asked, and I struggled to find any words.

“Sure.” I squeaked out eventually, and Beverly’s smile widened as she sat down. I could feel her body heat radiating towards me, and my stomach filled with butterflies.

“I'm really sorry about what happened in history today. Mrs Harding can be a real stick in the mud, huh?” She said and I let out a short laugh, feeling the tension in the air ease slightly.

“I know. This isn't the first time she's called me out.” I said, and Beverly nodded, taking a sip of her soda.

“I've noticed. She must have a really shitty home life, if she's taking out her frustration on the students.” Beverly said, looking at me with curiosity.

“Maybe Mr Harding finally realised that his wife was a bitch and left her.” I said, and Beverly snorted, covering her mouth as she laughed.

“That was brilliant. I wonder what else there is about you I don't know yet.” Beverly said, leaning forward on her elbows.

I swallowed nervously, and looked up to see Richie giving me a thumbs up from across the room.

“Maybe you should get to know me a little better some time. Perhaps over something to eat?” I said, feeling the butterflies rage as a smirk crossed Beverly’s face.

“I think I'll have to take you up on that offer, Y/N. I'm free Friday, and you know where to find me.” Beverly said, just as the end of lunch bell went off.

I sat there, watching with a slack jaw as Beverly sauntered away. “Holy fucking shit.”

I jumped at Richie’s voice, and turned to see the three boys standing there, eyes wide and jaws dropped.

“I've gotta hand it to you, Y/N, that took guts.” Stan said, smiling at me as he spoke.

“Thanks. I'm feeling kinda queasy but that's ok. It was totally worth it. I'm meeting up with her after school on Friday.” I said, and I got high fives from all three of them.

“I can't believe anxiety Y/L/N is getting more pussy than me.” Richie muttered, and I felt my cheeks flare red as I punched him in the shoulder.

"Hate to break this up, but Stan and I have to get to chem in like two minutes. We’ll see you guys after school!” Eddie said, and Richie and I waved them off.

“Y/N, you look amazing.” I jumped slightly at Beverly’s soothing voice, feeling a blush cross my cheeks as I met her gaze.

I fiddled with the hem of my dress, and smiled sheepishly at her. “You look incredible, as always.” Now it was Bev’s turn to blush, and she looked absolutely adorable.

“So, I was thinking that maybe we could hit up the arcade for a bit, and then grab an early dinner?” Beverly asked, leaning against the locker next to mine.

“That sounds great!” I said eagerly, closing my locker. Beverly smiled widely, her eyes shining brightly.

I shifted my backpack slightly before walking off with Beverly. It was warm outside, the April air soft against my skin.

“So, how long have you lived in Derry?” Beverly asked, and I looked at her with a slight smile.

“I've been here all my life. My parents moved here from Chicago back in the late 60’s, and I've been here since 1976.” I said, and Beverly smiled softly.

“That's cool. I'm in the same boat.” Beverly said, glancing out at the city longingly.

We finished the walk to the arcade in a comfortable silence, our hands brushing past each other occasionally.

“Which game do you wanna play first? I'm not gonna lie, I'm pretty mean on the Street Fighter machine.” Beverly said, and I snorted, covering my mouth with my hands.

“Ok, Miss Marsh. Blow me away.” I said, as we made our way over to the Street Fighter machine.

“This round’s on me.” Beverly said, winking at me as she inserted two quarters into the coin slot.

The machine whirred to life, and I gazed at the brightly coloured screen. “God, I haven't played this game in weeks.” I muttered, moving in front of the player 2 space.

We played the game eagerly, curses and cries of excitement coming out of both of us. Beverly killed my character in about 10 minutes, and I wish I could've taken a photo of the look on her face when she won.

“I told you I was mean at Street Fighter.” She said, smirking widely. I chuckled and raised my hands in a sign of defeat, smiling at her gently.

Time passed quickly as we played a variety of games, Beverly beating me at most of them. By the time the sun had set, we were both exhausted.

“Since you so kindly covered all our games, how about I pay for dinner?” I suggested, and Beverly’s face contorted as she opened her mouth, about to refuse.

“Bev, you probably paid the same amount for our games that dinner will cost. I insist.” I said, bravely placing my hand over the top of hers.

Both our faces went pink, and she took in a deep breath, smiling softly at me. “Ok, I'll let you take dinner. But our next date is entirely on me.”

I froze at her words, swallowing nervously. “Date?” I murmured, and a sheepish expression crossed Beverly’s face.

“If you don’t think this is a date, that's totally fine but.” I chuckled nervously before squeezing Beverly’s hand, cutting her rambling short.

“I'm glad you think this is a date as well. I wouldn't offer to cover a full meal at Derry’s insanely overpriced diner for just anyone.” I said, shooting her a wink.

She let out a melodic laugh, the sound making my stomach twist in the best way possible.

“God you're beautiful.” Beverly muttered, reaching over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

I felt my cheeks flush at Beverly’s hand on my face, her touch sending shivers down my spine. She held my face gently, and I felt my heart thumping in my chest.

“You gonna kiss me, or leave me hanging, Y/N?” Beverly whispered, and my eyes widened slightly, her hot breath fanning across my face.

I flicked my eyes up to make contact with her crystal blue ones, and I could now see the nerves behind her confident façade.

That was all the push I needed, and I leaned forward, bravely connecting my lips with Beverly’s. Her lips tasted sugary, like the candy we’d been snacking on for the past couple of hours.

“Hey, hey!” I reluctantly broke away from Beverly, and we both turned to face the source of the noise.

“No homosexual behaviour in my arcade, dykes. I won't stand for it. Now get out, before I force you out.” The arcade owner growled, staring us down with hatred burning in his eyes.

The mood had dropped significantly as we made our way out of the arcade, our heads hanging low.

“Well, Derry does have a history of being intolerant.” I muttered, sitting down on the curb outside the theatre, the brightly lit sign above me advertising the new Batman movie.

“Hey, hey. Look at me, Y/N.” Beverly said, gently placing her hand on my face like she had in the arcade.

I turned my gaze towards her, and I noticed tears shining in her eyes. “People are going to be intolerant no matter what. Even if you’re just left handed, people are going to hate. You've just gotta rise above it.”

A smile tugged at my lips as Beverly spoke, and I felt a tear roll down my face. Beverly wiped it away gently, a smile blooming on her face.

“You wanna finish what we started back there?” She asked, and I felt my cheeks heat up, a smirk crossing Beverly’s face.

"This answer your question?” I said, closing the gap between Beverly and I. Her fingers tangled in my hair, the feeling somewhat comforting.

My hands rested on the nape of her neck, gently running my fingers up and down her neck.

We pulled apart slowly, my lips still tingling from the sensation of the kiss. We sat there quietly for a few moments, the only sound our heavy breathing.

Beverly slowly wrapped her arms around me, pulling me against her chest in a somewhat awkwardly positioned hug.

“I'm sorry the night ended so badly.” I muttered, burying my head in the crook of her neck.

Beverly pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, rocking me slightly.

"Well, who’s to say the night is over?”

[spxdeychelles]

Just Ask Her Out

In which MJ is popular and Peter is still a dork.

Inspired by a tweet and I’ve actually had this in my drafts for ages so I thought I’d bulk it up and turn it into a proper imagine lol. Super fluffy with pining!peter bc he really is a cutie

"Did you study for the Spanish quiz today?" Ned asked his best friend as they made their way to the cafeteria. It was a bleak Monday morning, sometime in early January, and Peter was still reeling from his full force encounter with a brick wall and the icy planes of the alleyway street while fighting a perpetrator last night. Even after practically tapping a bag of frozen peas to his side for the most part of last night, the area around his ribs was still throbbing, and he was grateful he could hide the deep purple bruises beneath a baggy sweater. His back screamed out in pain every time he bent over to pick something up and migraine would be an understatement to explain what was going on in his head right now. He had had to sneak out early this morning before May was up, because she’d know instantly he was hurt and he really didn’t want to worry her. By lunch time, he knew most of that would be gone due to the blessing of his quick healing capabilities but until then, he'd simply have to suffer and endure the agony. So just your regular, average Monday then. 

“No Ned." Peter snapped exasperatedly. "Sorry I didn’t the time have to go over my notes while I was getting my head smashed into an alleyway floor.” 

“Dude chill, I was just asking.” Ned raised his hands in surrender as they sat down. Peter laid his head on the table and groaned loudly, ignoring the loud protests from his muscles as he lent over his side of the bench and closed his eyes. 

"Hey Abe." Peter drawled with his shut, his fingers subconsciously rubbing at his temple. 

"Morning Peter." Abraham shot Ned a 'is-he-okay' look to which he replied with a 'don't-even-ask' expression and Abe nodded, understanding immediately. 

“What’s got him all beat?” A female voice joined the trio as she slid into the seat opposite them. 

“He’s down because he knows he’s going to fail the Spanish quiz today.” 

“Dude did you not study?” Cindy asked, hitting his arm playfully. The brown eyed boy winced lightly and glared at her. 

“Right, Spidey stuff." She said lowly. Out of the whole school, the only people who knew about Peter's alter ego were sat at that table, and they were all sworn to secrecy to keep it that way. "Sorry Pete. If you want we can study for it now?” 

Peter raised his head from the table and straightened out his jumper. 

“I guess it can’t hurt more than my head does right now.” He shrugged. He looked up and he wished he hadn’t because whenever his eyes met hers, that funny feeling he got in his stomach every time he saw her returned. Just one look at her and Peter felt the pain slowly ebbing away from his muscles. Cindy noticed him staring and studied him quizzically. 

“What?” She noticed his gaze wasn’t aimed at her so she turned around and rolled her eyes. “Peter you’re still on that?” Cindy laughed, taking a sip from the Starbucks cup she had set beside her bag earlier. 

“He’s been ‘on that’ since 8th grade.” Ned mocked. Peter elbowed him in the rib.  

“I’m not on anything. Or anyone.” He grumbled, placing his Spanish textbook in front of him. 

“So you ever gonna ask her out? Or you know, talk to her?” 

“That’s Michelle Jones, Cin. What do you think?” He looked back down at his textbook and began trying to recite the words he was supposed to have memorised last week. 

“Weren’t you guys friends?” Abe asked, reading over his notes too. 

“A long time ago.” Peter replied, the pen lid nestling between his lips as he highlighted parts of the textbook. They were once friends, best friends in fact. His aunt and Michelle’s mom had been like sisters since high school so Peter and Michelle had pretty much grown up together ever since Peter had moved in with Uncle Ben and Aunt May just before the first grade. She had been there for him through his parents death (even though she barely knew him at the time and she was only 4 so didn’t really understand what was going on, she was so kind to him), Uncle Ben’s death (she missed three days of school to allow him to cry on her lap and listened and soothed him the best she could, which to Peter, was a lot) and a whole lot of other things. However, when high school came, they’d drifted apart, Michelle being at the center of attention where she belonged and Peter pushed to the back of the crowd. Michelle had tried to stay friends with Peter but with their drastically different social lives, they eventually grew apart. Now they only ever shared nods or the occasional ‘hey’s in the hallway between classes. That did nothing to stop Peter’s ever growing crush on her to cease. The one he’d been harboring between him and Ned for the past 3/4 years and now Cindy and Abraham, as of recent. 

“We’re gonna be graduating soon Parker, you’re gonna have to do it sometime.” 

“Or never?” He didn’t even bother to look at her until he felt her presence leave the table. As he lifted his head from the book, he watched Cindy walk away from him and right towards Michelle. 

“CIN! CINDY!” He whispered/shouted, trying to get her attention. She snapped her fingers behind her back, as if to tell him to shut up, as she walked past Michelle's table of jocks and cheerleaders. She ignored the weird looks they gave her and made a beeline for Michelle, who was ordering a coffee from the lunch lady. 

“God, I hope she’s not doing what I think she’s doing.” Peter moaned, placing his head in his hands. 

“Well, you better straighten up because Michelle is coming over here right now?”

“Right now!?” Peter almost leapt out of his seat, forgetting all about his injuries. “Oh god, okay. Do I have something in my teeth? Is my shirt okay? This is a horrible colour isn’t it? I should’ve just worn the blue-” 

“Dude, breathe.” Ned nodded slowly. “She’s here,” he whispered. 

“Hey Peter.” Michelle smiled. Her soft brown eyes crinkled at the corners as her lips stretched into a grin. Her light brown skin shone in the sunlight like gold and her wild black mane was tamed into a high pony tail, exposing her sharp cheekbones. God, she was so beautiful. 

“Hey..hey, Mich-” Peter cleared his throat. “Michelle.” He said in a deeper voice. 

“Ned, scram.” Cindy hissed, grabbing her stuff and leaving the table. Abe made some sorry excuse about leaving his chem book in the lab and needing to find it before 2nd period while getting up from the bench also. 

“Good luck bro.” Ned spoke under his breath. They did their secret handshake under the table before Cindy dragged the small boy away from the couple by his ear. Peter could still hear him protesting and Abe and Cindy laughing as they left the cafeteria. 

“Erm, can I sit?” Michelle asked, gesturing to the space where Cindy previously was. 

“Yeah, um of course, feel free.” 

“Thanks.” She nodded, flattening the creases in her trousers as she took a seat. Peter doesn't think there's been a time when Michelle had worn a skirt, at her own will. He even remembers back to her aunt's wedding when they were nine she'd gone a hunger strike because she wanted to wear a suit to the wedding instead of a dress because she refused to be like every other girl because she was Michelle Jones and she was unique. Eventually, her mom gave in and Michelle walked down the isle with her aunt in a dark blue tuxedo and little nine year old Peter couldn't stop thinking to himself how beautiful she looked. The same thought came to him when she arrived to homecoming, their freshman year, wearing a strapless purple dress for the first time, with ruffles at the skirt and Peter felt so lucky that he'd arrived with her because she was easily the best looking girl in the room. Although, the year after that, she came with Flash instead and Peter was long forgotten on the bleachers, which is when he met Ned and they instantly became best friends. He somewhat filled the Michelle shaped hole in his life and Peter was honestly glad he'd met him. But that was years ago and this was now. 

There was an awkward silence at the table during which Peter stared at her as though she was art and Michelle fiddled with the hem of her jumper, looking down at her coffee. 

“So-” 

“Cind-” They both started at the same time and laughed nervously, realising they’d interrupted each other. 

“You go.” Peter nodded. 

“It’s been a long time huh?” Michelle spoke. 

“Yeah, it has.” 

“How have you been?” She asked sincerely. 

“Good. Keeping my head above water. Senior year and all. What about you?” 

“Same as you. My mom keeps pressuring me about Ivy League colleges.” 

“I’m sure you’ll get into any of them. You’re brilliant.” 

“Thank you Peter.” She smiled softly and Peter swore his heart stopped beating for a millisecond. 

“No problem.” 

“Umm, Cindy said you wanted to ask me something.” 

“She did?” Peter pretended he had no idea, he was definitely going to kill Cindy later for putting him under this much pressure.  

“Yeah, when she came over to me earlier. She said it was important.” Peter hated Cindy and her nosy busy-body self sometimes. 

 “Umm, well…I…I was wondering if..you’d..umm…if…you’d…managed to study for the spanish test today.” He rushed the end bit, chickening out last minute. He couldn’t ask her out, the words refused to leave his mouth. His palms were sweaty and it suddenly felt as though he’d been pushed into a fire - he was nervous. The smile resting on Michelle’s face dropped as she cocked her head to look at him, confused etched on her soft features. Peter wanted to lean over and iron out the little frown lines that were drawn across her forehead. Her skin look so incredibly soft, like the shea butter moisturiser she uses (though he doesn't know if she still uses it anymore) and her lips were- 

“The Spanish test?” She echoed, bringing him out of his thoughts. 

“Yeah," He shook his head. "I mean…I’d had no time to study and I was hoping I wasn’t the only one.” Keep digging Parker, just keep digging that hole. Maybe it’d be big enough to bury you in it. 

“Umm, yeah, I studied, sorry Peter.” Peter nodded. 

“Okay.” 

“Was that all?” NO, he wanted to say. 

“Yes,” he replied. 

Michelle got up and slung her bag over her shoulder. 

“Well, good luck Peter. It was nice talking to you again.” 

“Thanks, I’ll need it.” He laughed. “It was nice speaking to you too.” 

Michelle began walking away slowly, as though she didn’t really want to leave. Peter chewed on his bottom lip, internally slapping himself for blowing his chance like that. Was he really going to finish high school without asking her out. Once? It's not like anyone expected less of him, he was Peter Parker, a dork, a nobody, him with Michelle Jones? The most sought after girl at school, the brightest, smartest, most beautiful girl at school being with him, it was very laughable. Don't even bother, Peter, she'll never- 

“Umm,, Michelle, wait up.” Peter gathered his books and stumbled after her. 

“Yes?” Michelle turned around, a dim hopeful look in her eye, barely visible, but there nonetheless. 

“Actually, I was also wondering, if you…you’d wanna go out with me tomorrow night. I mean, you don’t have to, I know you’re very busy…not that I stalk you or anything, it’s not like I have your schedule memorised or anything-” 

“Peter, I’d love to.” Michelle interrupted, placing her hand softly on his shoulder. 

“Wait, what?” The hand on his shoulder was sending bolts of electricity shooting through his body and he's pretty sure if it wasn't for the fact that he was Spider-Man, he'd be fried from head to toe by now. 

“I’d love to go out with you tomorrow.” The girl smiled warmly. 

“Umm, great. Thanks.” THANKS?? 

“Should I take your number? So you can text me-” “Yeah, yeah, umm-” Peter dropped his books, looking for his phone in his pocket. He scrambled to the floor, picking them up as he handed his phone to Michelle. She punched and saved her number in his phone and handed it back. 

“I’ll text you.” Peter nodded, waving his phone at her. 

“I’m looking forward to it. See you in Spanish.” Michelle nodded before walking back towards the table with all her popular friends. 

I just asked out Michelle Jones and she said yes. He wanted to do a victory dance right here in the hall but he didn’t want anyone to think he was a bigger dork than he was. He left the cafeteria with a wide grin on his face and the beautiful smile of a brown-skinned goddess imprinted in his memory. His phone vibrated in his back pocket and he shuffled all his books to his left arm to pull it out. It was a text from Cindy. 

 You owe me ;)

*****

I may or may not write a part 2 or 3 to this we’ll see

[inkcaviness]

all the mcr asks, your emo heart wants it

well tbh......true.......(i edited a couple out where i didnt fully get the questions tbh)

I brought you my bullets, You brought me your love

Romance: Who was your first love?

a mistake

Honey, this mirror isn’t big enough for the two of us: Is there a side of yourself that no one knows about?

not really, im pretty sure im an open book

Vampires will never hurt you: Vampires or angry men?

vampires always

Drowning Lessons: Plan on getting married?

not really

Our Lady of Sorrows: Are you religious?

nope

Headfirst for Halos: Are you hopeful? If so, what for?

lmao right now im hopeful for graduation(and for actually making it and not failing) and what comes afterwards

Skylines and Turnstiles: An important event that changed your life or perspective?

going to america. just deciding to change schools in general i think

Early Sunsets Over Monroeville: What’s your favorite horror movie?

tbh im not big on horror movies

This Is the Best Day Ever: Ever been to the hospital?

yea

Cubicles: Where would you be without My Chem?

i mean? probably generally not much wouldve gone different but they definitely helped me feel better ín a shitty time

Demolition Lovers: Would you die for your current lover?

dont have one

Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge

Helena: Have you lost a family member or friend?

no

Give ‘Em Hell, Kid: Have you ever considered committing murder?

not....seriously

To The End: Corpse Bride. Yay or nay?

big confession: i havent watched it.....yea i know im a fake emo....

You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison: Ever committed a crime?

no

I’m Not Okay (I Promise): Ever felt out of place?

definitely

The Ghost of You: Ever cried while watching a movie?

yes

The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You: Ever been cheated on or have cheated?

no

Interlude: Favorite My Chem song?

hnghhhh difficult, rn probably either F.T.W.W.W. or the sharpest lives....but for nostalgia’s sake also blood so....

Thank You for the Venom: Ever wrote something stupid on a t-shirt?

actually? not i think? 

Hang 'Em High: Ever shot a gun?

yes

It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s a Fucking Deathwish: Who’s your best friend?

@colorfulpancake

The Black Parade

The End: Ever thought it’d be the end for you?

kinda

Dead!: Ever wanted to die?

yea

This Is How I Disappear: Ever done something to someone that you can’t forgive yourself for?

i had to think about that one for too long so im gonna go with no bc if there was something id have probably answered yes quicker

The Sharpest Lives: Are you anxious?

YES actually very much today bc i have an important exam tomorrow

Welcome to the Black Parade: What’s your favorite memory?

uhhhh tbh i dont have a specific one

I Don’t Love You: Have you ever stopped loving them?

yes

House of Wolves: What is your favorite era?

i dont even wanna choose one okay i love all

Mama: Ever disappointed your parents?

24/7 (well maybe 20/7)

Sleep: Any bad dreams?

occasionally

Teenagers: Are you scared of people your own age?

BIGGEST YES

Disenchanted: What changed your life for the better?

leaving my old school

Famous Last Words: What changed your mind about things?

i think just? meeting new people and learning more stuff?

Blood: Any hidden secrets no one knows?

maybe a few little ones? but barely anything that absolutely no one knows

Danger Days: The True Lives of The Fabulous Killjoys

Look Alive, Sunshine: What time do you wake up?

well rn im still used to my school schedule so around 7:30-8am but give me two more weeks and ill turn nocturnal

Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na): What gives you strength?

my friends tbh. and looking back and seeing how things have changed

Bulletproof Heart: Do you miss anyone right now?

yes

SING: Who is your idol?

kinda...no one tbh

Planetary (GO!): Biggest accomplishment?

MAN if it was next week already i might be able to say “graduating high school” but i havent actually accomplished that yet.... but tbh just....i know ive already said that like 5 times but pulling myself together and getting myself out of my old school and applying to a new school and actually making it to 18 and being in a far better place than i thought i would be

The Only Hope for Me Is: Do you consider yourself hopeless?

sometimes but not always 

Jet Star and The Kobra Kid/Traffic Report: What’s your favorite go-to outfit?

jeans and like a sweater or a tshirt with a plaid shirt over it

Party Poison: Do you speak different languages?

yes

Save Yourself, I’ll Hold Them Back: What is your biggest wish?

dont really have one. finding my way i guess

S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W: Biggest regrets?

too many

Summertime: Who’s got you excited for the summer?

well! im probably gonna go to paris with charlie and maybe see my godmother again and also summer is con season so im gonna see most of my friends!

DESTROYA: If you could save anyone in the world from danger/poverty/war/etc. Who would it be?

i really cant decide on one person

The Kids From Yesterday: What do you wish you could tell your past self?

everything gets better at some point. also please start filling in your eyebrows and just cut your damn hair

Goodnite, Dr. Death: Opinions on standing for the National Anthem?

i dont

Vampire Money: What is your catchphrase irl?

does “mood” count

thank you for asking!!! sorry to everyone who has to scroll past this

[venusparker]

neighbor!peter ↬ headcanons

i’m also writin an imagine about this lmao but cracks knuckles let’s do this, rip this is super long i got carried away 

 • so let’s say you’re about the same age as peter, if not a little older or younger than him 

• so same grade, most likely same school, and you see him everyday 

 • but you don’t talk much 

 • hey y/n can you believe mr. shein’s class? unbelievable. 

• hey peter do you know what was assigned for AP chem? 

• whenever ned comes over…what is sleep 

• they’re so loud?? 

• they’re watching some horror movie and screaming through half of it 

 • or they’re freaking out over superheroes in new york 

 • you banging on the wall 

• some people are trying to sleep here 

• ned going who’s that?! 

• it’s y/n, she moved into the building a couple months ago 

• both of them mumbling apologies and growing significantly quiet 

• you were kinda jealous bc hanging out with them honestly sounded fun but parents are a thing 

• but it was fun yelling at them tbh so you got over it

• peter’s thought about inviting you but was always too shy to. he’s never had a girl apart from aunt may in his bedroom before.

• once you heard them talking about star-wars theories and you listened in through the walls 

• anakin was freakin cool and awesome, he may have been problematic, but his character and it’s arc?? 

• okay but ned, hear me out, you can not tell me that padme wanted death after birthing two amazing and beautiful children, while she herself is incredibly beautiful—but a friggin children killer is alive and well. no. 

• so you don’t wanna build the Death Star? 

• ned, shut up, i didn’t say that 

 • sometimes you’d do your homework out on the balcony. you were lucky you had one instead of a rusty old fire escape. 

• so one night you’re doing algebra 2 work and 

• peter’s window slides open 

• what the fuck 

• you laughing bc peter literal dork parker is sneaking out? awesome. 

•  not that you—a fucking nerd— should be judging 

• and then you see him scaling down the building 

• scaling down the building 

• in a hoodie 

• you’re like lmao dude wtf is going on, am i high 

• you’re not high 

• peter hears you and nearly falls to his death 

• you and peter swear to keep what you saw that night a secret 

 • it becomes an inside joke 

 • when you’re stuck in an elevator together, you wait until it’s just the two of you. 

• you have an endless amount of puns 

• peter is sick of it 

• so what’s iron man like? 

• he’s great. 

• how descriptive, spider-ling— 

• it’s spider-man, y/n. 

• whatever. 

• one day he sneaks back into his room pretty messed up 

 • you sigh and try to call out to him 

 • peter…peter…pet—oh, ugh, spider-ling! 

• he comes immediately to your balcony 

 • you hand him an ice pack and some ointment 

 • it becomes a daily routine 

 • you know i’m still going to call you spider-ling right? 

• you know sometimes i wish i did fall off that building that night you found out—

• despite being awkward you never let any of this secret slip

• after a while of this happening, you and peter eventually become close friends and talk to each other at school 

• even tho you’ll always lie about it

• how’s peter?

• we’re not friends, mom

• i saw him talkin to you—

• it was for…school stuff

• you join their Lunch Table™

• one night when peter has ned over

• peter starts talking about his feelings 

• and they’re for you

• you know it’s wrong but you listen in anyways 

• y/n’s eyes are really nice, you know like super pretty. 

• peter, what does this have to do with our harry potter marathon?

• i just-–wow, you know, and y/n’s hair and smile?? and everything about y/n is great and amazing. so cute. 

• why don’t you tell y/n that?

• ned?! what the hell? are you friggin crazy?

• ya boi has gotta crush 

• he thought liz allan was bad?? you were even worse.

• he came up with excuses to talk to you 

• he casually brought up homework when he passed you in the halls trying to ring the doorbell so that someone would answer your door since you forgot the keys 

• you pretended like you didn’t like him back 

• he would show up as spider-man in the middle of the night even though you were sleeping and would leave you nice stuff by your balcony 

• but they’re friendship gifts 

• or so he claims 

• “dear y/n, i remember you talking about some trouble you were having in AP Chem. i’m always available for tutoring :) think of it as thanks for patching me up all the time. also, i bought you a gift card for the book store so that you can buy books you actually want to read. from, peter parker.” 

• that’s what the note taped to a “tips for chemistry” book says 

• “dear spider-ling, ned told me that you really really really wanted some more t-shirts and since i am so tired of your dumb (but admittedly cute) geeky pun t shirts, i got you a nice sweater. i happen to think you look nice in red. well, as nice as a fifteen year old boy can look. from, y/n”

• both living in awkward and confused but adorable harmony until one of you makes a move 

[imaginingit]

surgeon!wonwoo

i suck balls at science and can’t remember anything at all from any of my classes but i think it’s one of the most interesting and unfathomable concepts in the world - and in my world, so does wonu so enJOY

wonwoo and his specs gave me this idea and it ki l l ed m e

so i knew i had to write a lil something abt it :-)

ok where do we start

remembered his mama camping out in the kitchen all the time and then heard the occasional “ah!” as she nipped her finger cutting some onions

and raced like usain freaking bolt to the medicine cabinet to reach the bandaids

and the look in her eyes when he quickly patched it onto her

it was just a bit of blood, but 4 year old!wonwoo was still hopped up on the high kitchen counter with one hand on his hip, the other wiping an imaginary sweat drop from his head, and gave a nice long “phew! you’re ok, ma! scared me there”

then proceeded to yell at her with his extremely not-deep-yet voice (om g can u imagine) for not being careful enough and interrupting his power ranger episode

but a few nipped fingers and a million thank-you smooches (“eW MOM gEt awAY i’m 4, i’m too old for kisses) later, jeon wonwoo decided to become a surgeon

bc how is it not cool to sew severed fingers back together???

so through elementary and junior high, he walked into science class everyday with a little hop in his step for his favourite subject and ready to learn about cells and mitochondrial functions and enigmas of the muscle and much more

until he discovered more than just sewing severed toes and ears back together

he remembered his 7th grade teacher talking about how the brain is the most powerful thing in the world, and just a simple nug to the head can send it all crashing down

he also went on to explain that the brain will never be a mystery solved, but those who try will never be short of acclaim

and since then, he delved into the world of neurology

by delved, i mean, dove the fuck into it, then drowned, then woke, then dove some more

through high school, he topped every single one of his bio classes and won every single science award in the school board

how????

HE’S A GENIUS

and also stays in on sunday afternoons to read his bio 4.6 textbook instead of sushi with friends

leading to best friend mingyu’s endless grumbling and whining that they never get to hang out anymore

meanwhile mingyu has his socks and sweaters and clothes all at wonwoo’s place; has a toothbrush there, buys food for his parents, uses the stove at wonwoo’s more than wonwoo does the pOINT IS HE BASICALLY LIVES WITH WONWOO

but everyone around wonwoo knows how much it means to him to be able to make this work

he marvels about science bc it’s a practicality but finds beauty in its enigma and endless endeavours of research and study

(jeon wonwoo is basically a nerd)

(but a hot one)

but yes, all his life, books, textbooks, textbooks, and books are all he’s known

so with all this accumulated knowledge he literally fucking powers through his undergrad and masters programs like.  .. … bruh

he then gets accepted into the second top med school in the country boY

and this was such an eye opening experience for him because as much as his undergrad and masters did for him with theoretical aspects of science, he finally got to do hands on experiments and witness clinical trials and watched a live!! open!! brain!! surgery!!

so finally he goes through his internship and residency for a few years at this amazing hospital in the heart of the city and has already become most renown neurosurgeon the hospital has seen in years despite his age

imagine little wonu in faded green scrubs, with a tiny notepad in his hand and occasionally pushing his glasses up his nose, as he scurries around with his resident trying to take notes during rounds

to this hot-ass, confident, head of neurosurgery surgeon that has nurses and residents (even interns and PATIENTS) slipping on their drool for him in his white coat and cerulean blue dress shirt, the top button left untouched (seungcheol had to slap his hand away multiple times during breakfast to keep him from trying to button it again)

but lbr he still trips over his laces bc he forgot to tie them before he left in the morning and buttons his dress shirt wrong under his white coat when coups doesn’t come in the morning to check up on his wardrobe choices for the day 

one time, accidentally brought mingyu’s grocery shopping list from his briefcase to the pharmacy rather than the prescription for ibruprofen for his patient jesus christ wonwoo

the point is, knowledge has always come easy for him, the other stuff have not 

,,,,,,and then there’s u

oh boy

science is ur nemesis

ultimate. nemesis.

the first time you ever stepped foot into your science class in the sixth grade, every word that came out of ur teacher’s mouth, to you, was just a complete ,,,, , , ,what??

and ur not stupid (actually very completely opposite), ur brain just physically, literally, cannot comprehend the concept of science

even if it may be so extremely fascinating to u, chem!!! physics!!!! and bio!!! are allergic to sticking to ur brain so u just learn to avoid science at. all. costs.

remember when i said that jeon wonwoo was a classic genius and a social termite like he’s so shy and weird around new people that he just deflects it at all costs?

WELL NOT YOU

so u went into journalism bc instead of memorizing formulas and using every unit of area in ur brain, ur communication is ur best friend

through high school and university, you were the campus butterfly

you knew everyone and everyone knew you, and any event that needed an mc? a motivational speaker? a presenter? that’s you!

you and best friend soonyoung always do those stuff together and you fell in love with the art of communicating, articulating, and analyzing information, all the while keeping the listeners intrigued and focused the entire time

but unfortunately the years after ur undergrad trying to look for gigs with ur firm has been extremely unsuccessful and it was to the point where u didn’t know if u wanted to stop this or continue bc it was just too low of a demand

until one day!

u come into ur office and find a piece of paper on the bulletin board talking about the new neural clinical trial happening at this huge hospital near u, and they were looking for someone to cover it!

and at first u were like um kk clinic? try? what?

but .2 seconds later it hits you that thERE’S AN OPEN OPPORTUNITY

and u vow to plow through it as boring as it may be, bc it’s been just sitting there and people haven’t signed up probably cause medical cases are usually a failure and such a bore to talk abt

you need this

so u quickly apply with all the info you need to and two days later, you’re stepping foot into this huge hospital and escorted to the neuro ward to get things started

when u get to the floor ur led by nurse!jeonghan to the head surgeon on this case

i think y’all know where this ish is going 

and jeonghan begins asking u a few questions abt the case, trying to gauge where you are with the info, and its safe to say u have nada dirt on this

so he laughs and begins to explain

this was the first clinical trial this hospital has done in 14 years, and despite being a renown teaching and surgical hospital, it has never quite reached its potential on the research aspect 

so the new head of neuro, dr. jeON, has decided to go forth with the new clinical trial (an experiment where those with the sickness subjected to the study will volunteer to be apart of the research, using themselves as a way to find a cure) for huntington’s disease, an inherited brain disorder that slowly deteriorates one’s ability to move, speak, function, as brain cells being to die off

he’s already got you so hooked on the case that you begin to wonder why no one at ur firm did an extra bit of research in the first place to snatch this gig 

but ur glad anyway CAUSE ITS NOW URS

u probably looked so flabbergasted and numbly excited that jeonghan mistook it for ur cluelessness and nerves, so he goes

“dw, it’ll be fine! dr. jeon here will walk through everything with you anyway, and you’ll basically be with him for the entire course of this trial to document everything, so tomorrow, just immediately head up here”

and knocks on the door labeled “dr. jeon wonwoo, ph.d, m.d., head of neurosurgery”

and for the head of neuro, for someone taking forth in an idea that hasn’t been touched in over a dozen years in such a renown hospital, you did not expect the door to be opened by a 

beautiful

human being 

his glasses sat perfectly atop his face as his sharp yet kind eyes rested upon urs 

and his white coat and black dress shirt today and nice slim pants and a pair of $200 light brown dress shoes bOI

and when he opens the door and finds ur mouth agape and eyes shining with excitement he feels like a leap in his chest 

like who is this beautiful person 

and he scolds himself, no wonwoo stop this nOW 

and he doesn’t know if it’s bc he hasn’t been on a date in like forever or if it was simply u

answer: it was simply u 

but we’ll get to that 

and jeonghan notices the tension so begins giggling and retreating from the scene

so wonwoo clears his throat when it’s just the two of you left

introduces himself and you m e l t bc

his........voice.................

and you stutter ur name and in his head he’s like o h m g what a pretty name what do i do with myself

so you enter his office and its surprisingly extremely tidy and put together for someone that probably has to worry about so much in a day 

and begins to talk about the case with you 

and remember the cute and stuttery person that opened the door to see u like 2 minutes ago

GOODBYE

bc here’s jeon wonwoo talking about science and his eyes light up brighter than anything you’ve ever seen

he talks about huntington’s first to give you a bit of background as to what it is, and then delves right into his plan

his hands begin to move with his words and he smiles when he begins to talk about how no one has attempted this before and maybe this could make a difference in this hospital, his career, and even medical history!!

and he kinda noticed you blanking when he talked about the logistics of the science so he kinda laughs to himself, knowing that science might not be ur thing

but for some reason, ur ok with science if u have this man talking to u abt it 24/7 ;)))))))

and u take notes on this and he notices ur pretty handwriting so gathers up his GODDAMN COURAGE to ask u a simple question

“so you’re a journalist?”

and u begin to tell him that you loved being able to tlak about something that reflected on someone’s experiences and share them with the world, just liek this one 

and he smiles and thanks u, knowing that it must have been difficult to agree to a medical case 

u assure him its no problem, meanwhile swooning over his s m i l e

and it’s only been like 30 minutes but u’ve already developed a crush like wow 

so for the first week, your conversations are a wholesome mixture of science, stutters, facepalming when u say something cringey and accidentally, and hoping to make the other laugh 

in the second week, you begin to meet the patients coming in, taking each of their stories and details with huntington’s 

and for the first time, you see how wonwoo interacts with his patients

and that crush that you developed become sso much more - you have this whole new found respect for him as a doctor

with care and intent, he asks his patients abt their day before going right into details of the treatment, knowing that all these people are doing his career a favour and the least he can do before they risk their lives into this experiment is at least be their friend

and even 70 year old women that can barely move anymore still manage to blush at the sound of his voice 

u see the way he holds their hand when he’s explaining the process and the courteous nod of his head as they talk to him and u know this man is more than just a surgeon and that he’s just an amazing human 

by the third week, your conversations have now transitioned to telling each other what u did last night and what ur planning for dinner tonight 

and u know to bring him coffee every morning now

the first time u did it, he legit had STARS in his eyes bc o mg u r so cute 

and u guessed it right the first time, that he liked his coffee black with just a dash of sugar

GET THE METAPHOR

by the end of the month, the more you learn about him, the more you’re amazed

you guys become closer and share the passion of wanting to help ppl in some way

and ur relationship now has become a complete budding and teasing relationship and there’s literally never a dull moment with u 

ur fav thing to do together is to do acrostic poems

u also take bets on who’s sleeping with who in the hospital

he always wins 

“its not fair u OBVIOUSLY know more abt them than i do!!!”

“hey babe, dont hate the player, hate the game”

and then u have to keep ur knees from buckling bc bABE ? ?? ? ?

the nurses always comment on how you’ve brought him so far out of his shell and he never really used to talk to anyone besides his patients, but he’s been treating his residents to dinner, helping the nurses out with the paperwork, and it’s only been happening since u came

and u r like

. . ,,, ?? me?

and they’re like yes! do u not notice how red he turns everytime u walk into the room?

you soon learn his favourite colour is blue

his favourite band is my chemical romance 

im kiddin g 

his best friend is mingyu and he’s a chef 

you learn that he has a younger brother and his first ever splurge was buying him and his parents a cottage by the ocean

also that he never really eats at home and he barely ever gets to go home bc of the gruelling hours and so he tends to just eat in his office before he checks up on his patients during night rounds 

you also learn that he’s having a housewarming party for his new condo this saturday and was wondering if yoU’D LIKE TO COME ALONG???

by this point, your research was mainly complete and you were a third finished with ur piece on this

so ur like y know what? SURE

and u try ur fucking best not to blush, but as you leave for the night, jeon wonu does a HUGE happy dance in his office before realizing that his walls and doors are glass and peopLE CAN SEE U WONWOO GODDAMn

but he texts u his address with a smirky face 

“jeon wonwoo why are u sending me a text w a smirky face” 

“idk that was my attempt to be cool did it work” 

“no”

“oh”

so it was ur day off on the day of his party and u know wonwoo doesn’t really throw stuff like this cause he only has a "small” group of friends

“it’s only gonna be u and my small group of friends”

“how small”

“well i grew up with these guys, there are abt 13 of us”

“THIRTEEN ISN’T SMALL”

and usually you’d be fine bc u have no problem meeting ppl but like these are wonwoo’s brothers???

you wanna try so hard to impress these people bc--

wait wonu isn’t ur bf??? WYD

SNAP OUT OF IT 

so u slap urself and then take like four hours to find the right outfit and do ur hair nicely 

and u show up in ur fav outfit and look bomb asf yas 

and he opens the door after u knock

and

oh

my

lord

he’s wearing a simple white t-shirt and ripped jeans 

jeon wonwoo

phd

md

head of neurosurgery 

in ripped jeans 

rip reader

and as u lose ur words, he also loses his and ur both just standing there clearly REALIZING THAT UR IN LOVE WITH THE OTHER PERSON AND THIS IS THE FIRST TIME YOU’VE EVER WORN ANYTHING OTHER THAN PROFESSIONAL CLOTHING AND WOW? SO? NICE?

so he snaps out of it bc yes i’m hosting this party thts right, and brings u inside 

you hear a bunch of exclaiming and hushing from inside the rooms and a lot of limbs knocking into the walls as 13 human beings sprint from inside of the condo to mEET THE JOURNALIST THAT JEON WONWOO HASN’T SHUT UP ABOUT IN TWO MONTHS 

and they all rush out and ur a bit overwhelmed but introduce urself and then scan through all the faces

you notice nurse!jeonghan, head of pediatrics!chan, his best friend, mingyu, and--

wait

“KWON SOONYOUNG???????”

yes ur best friend from uni also happens to have grown up in the same neighbourhood as surgeon jeon and u cant believe ur luck

so hoshi jumps out from the herd of men and tackles you with a hug and u can’t believe this until wonwoo explained he didn’t tell them ur name bc they would go crazy stalker-bitch mode, hence why they were so excited to meet u today 

so the rest of the night was spent with everyone being completely loud and tipsy and pushing the two of u together in an attempt to be slick they’re not 

and u see the bond that all the boys have and how boisterous wonwoo is around them too and u feel so lucky and ur heart is so full to witness a group of people truly in love and as close with one another 

so by the end of the night, as they all leave, soonyoung stops u at the door before he goes and tells u how happy he is that after losing touch post-uni, u’ve managed to bump into each other today again

but he also hugs u and tells u that wonwoo hasn’t shut up abt u 

and that he hasn’t been in touch with his brothers in a rlly long time bc of stress and anticipation with this new project

and that although wonwoo doesn’t do this much, he can tell that he’s super comfortable around u and that he seems to glow when he talks abt u 

and ur like omg s o noyougn  st op po

so after he leaves, you stay behind to help clean up 

but you’ve also decided

to confess

bc ur project is almost over and the paper is almost finished and ur ok with leaving on this note, regardless of if he reciprocates the feelings or not 

u just had to tell him, it was in ur nature to 

and u almsot back out but at the door, just as ur about to leave 

you were gonna say it 

and then 

his lips are on urs and god they’re soft and ur eyes just close immediately and his two hands cup ur face, intensifying the kiss, holding u up and taking up ur space as if he owns it and wow, it does things to u 

after what feels like an eternity, you part and u look at him with his swollen lips and rosy cheeks and glistening eyes and u almost cried right then adn there

bc wow ur in love with jeon wonwoo and u can’t believe u haven’t even told him that 

“i’ve been waiting to do that for so long”

“idiot, i was gonna confess first”

shrugs “i guess i just beat u in everything then”

that gets a smack on the head

until he asks u to stay the night and he can drive u both to work in the morning tomorrow and u agree bc how can u say no and so u end up staying over and wearing his sweater to bed and he lies there in bed literally hyperventilating bc SWEATERS ARE HIS WEAKNESS LIKE WHAT

so u drive into work the next morning with ur hands intertwined and in the corner of ur eye as ur walking in, u see head of pediatrics!chan slap a fifty dollar bill into nurse!jeonghan’s hands

so the rest of that month is spent going through with each patient and stealing chaste kisses in the x-ray viewing rooms and getting teased by everyone in the hospital 

even the patients 

until by the third month, the trial hits its first roadblock 

patient 04 had died on the table just as jeon wonwoo was inserting the second tube, and as surprised as u are that this was the first malfunction with the trial, it hits u nonetheless

hearing the news, u drop everything and go to his office after the surgery

this was the first taste of adversity in ur relationship too and u were curious to see as to how you guys were going to deal with this, esp since ur work was integrated into ur personal life 

but u walk in and there he is 

eating a freaking popsicle 

jeon wonwoo’s patient just died on the table and he’s in here eating ice cream

and u didn’t know if u were confused? angry? horrified?

and u close the door behind u as u walk in and draw the blinds for the glass walls and windows 

and as u turn around from doing that, he chucks the popsicle into the bin, walks up to you slowly and drops his head onto ur shoulder

you freeze, unsure if he’s crying or not, but u hear steady breathing and his arms slowly creeping around u and ur sure he isn’t 

but u can tell that he’s exhausted and scared, even if no words are shared between the two of u 

so you both stand there for god knows how long, holding each other, breathing each other in, releasing all tension and heartache from the day without a single word, just the sound of heartbeats and breathing 

until finally he lifts his head, eyes droopy and a small smile on his face, arms still around you, when u cup his face and tell him that ur so damn proud of him 

everything is going to hit a roadblock at some point, and this was bound to happen. we entered this knowing that it was science; anything can happen. just hang in there, wonu, we can do it 

and that was the first time wonu said i love u out loud 

and for all the people that doubted he was going to ever get a girlfriend with his head stuck in so many textbooks, it was the head stuck in the textbook method that even got him here to meet u in the first place SO SUCK IT

and so by the time u finish ur paper and the trial is reaching its end, there was a mixture of patients that successfully responded to the trial and those that didn’t make it 

but ur paper gets high acclaim from hospitals across the province for its research and editorial skills

and wonwoo received the highest achievement award from the board for his endeavours with the trial 

and after many long and gruelling months filled with work and chaste kisses here and there

you finally have time to take a seat and take in everything 

and marvel at wonu as a surgeon and as a human

bc how in the damn world did u ever get so lucky with science??

this,, ,, ,, is so long but enjoy bc i love jeon wonwoo 

:)

[thelivingautomaton]

five things

hello i was tagged by my dude @lordvitya and i figured, what better way to procrastinate on doing chem problems, am i right

5 things you’ll find in my bag:

books. generally more books than i need at that particular moment

way too many pens

whatever of my myriad notebooks i need for whatever class i’m going to (this ranges from 1 for english to 3 for chemistry)

also my lab notebook for the research lab i’m working in, just on the off chance i have a bit of time to read the papers i’m supposed to be reading (lol)

my clicker for classes on a nice honors college lanyard (a clicker is this thing, it links wirelessly to the professor’s clicker account so they can put multiple choice questions up on the projector, you click your answer, and then they get a feedout of what % of people answered what. and you get points that show up in your online gradebook. it’s better than trying to hand out 300 paper copies of a quiz lol)

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom:

surprise, a huge box of books that i haven’t got around to reading. and more books on shelves that i ALSO haven’t got around to reading. sighs @ myself, why are you like this

a lot of snack food. well ok mostly it’s triscuits and belvita crackers but still. and i also have a block of cheese in the fridge but it keeps getting very slightly moldy :(

my tv, which is very nice and yet which i never get to use...sigh

an apple that i’m going to bring into the research lab to make fruit fly traps out of

oh and also all of my roommate’s stuff since she lives here too. including her trash that she hasn’t taken out even though it’s been sitting there, in the trash can, without a trash bag, for a month and a half. S I G H

5 things i’ve always wanted to do in life:

go to paris (this...may actually be slightly more of a concrete possibility now, since i’m spending two months in zurich for a research program and from there to paris is only 4 hours by train)

similarly, go to rome

adopt a cat

conduct my own scientific research (this is also steadily becoming more concrete, stay tuned)

learn All The Things. what things, you ask? All Of Them.

5 things i’m currently into:

getting all of my academic work done ahead of time so i’m not stressed and feeling rushed. lol

catching up on podcasts since i can mostly pay attention while doing rote homework (right now i’m working on wtnv and the hidden almanac for the most part, but also ars paradoxica and sawbones and you must remember this)

phantom of the opera. god help me (okay but the book is REALLY GOOD even if it is a little all over the place)

working in the research lab i’m currently in because gosh it is so much fun and i am learning so many things!!! for example last week i learned how to distinguish between male and female fruit flies under a microscope. it’s fun

reading as much as i can during my free time (which, admittedly, is not often, because i usually spend a lot of my free time futzing around with other things)

5 things people may not know about me:

i got my tonsils removed when i was 4 because an abscess of bacteria built up behind one of them. it was a Whack Experience that i don’t remember a lot of, except apparently i was too miserable to ask for all the ice cream you’re supposed to get. also doctors kept trying to stick me with syringes which prompted the immortal quote from moi: “doctor, please, no more boinky things” (i don’t actually remember saying this but it probably sucked for tiny me)

i’m going to see a therapist for my anxiety now! she’s cool and very chill and also generally knows what to say to make me feel better about being an awkward potato lmao.

i got a goodreads account at the start of the year and y’all can follow me or do whatever with it that you want here. i don’t write reviews bc it’s too much effort but you can at least keep up with my endless updates of how far i am into my books lol. also please don’t laugh at me having over 1000 books in my to-read list, I’M MAKING MY WAY THROUGH THEM

currently in school i am pursuing a bachelor’s of science in biology, a literature minor, and a certificate of russian studies. it’s a fun time (no, really, it is)

annnnnd like i said above i’ve started working in a research lab on campus that focuses on different genes and traits in fruit flies! i don’t have a project of my own yet but some of the other things going on in the lab now are examining the effect of a drug + a high/low-fat diet on flies��� climbing ability, and also their gene expression in response to stress (i.e. a cold freeze) and how that’s affected by their age. it is so cool you guys. SO COOL

[hemsworths-chris]

tag games galore

heyo! i’ve been tagged in a shitload of tag games recently, but i haven’t had time for them. well, i’ve got some time on my hands now, so let’s go! 

NUMBER ONE: we rowed out across the hudson at dawn - shut up, sandhya

anyways, tagged by the lovely @gabrielledelacour​; thanks, love!

5 things you’ll find in my bag (wait what kind of bag is this)

my phone, and its accessories (adapter, earbuds etc)

a book (i dunno how large this bag is but)

lip balm

a pencil (or probably way too much stationary)

um shit i dunno i don’t usually carry handbags and stuff

5 things in my bedroom

books

books

MORE BOOKS

posters and shit

just school related stuff

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in my life

WRITE A NOVEL

discover something new!

make people proud

literally just have an unproblematic group of friends

find something to be passionate about :)

5 things that make me happy

amazing additions to tumblr posts in the tags

being with my friends

debating

listening to music (atm, preferably hamilton)

writing and reading incredible things!

5 things that I’m currently into

hamilton

harry potter

tumblr

actually studying for the amc 10 (kinda)

playing the viola!

5 things on my to-do list

learn html and/or calligraphy

study for literature

make new friends!

write up this fic i’ve had running through my mind for god knows how long

stay away from toxic people tbh

5 things you may not know about me

i type abnormally quickly

i can raise one eyebrow at a time

i will take algebra over geometry and chem/physics over bio any day of the week

my favorite youtube channels are vlogbrothers and lssc!

i do my a’s like “a”, rather that the more typical one that’s an oval with the line by it 

that was fun! next one: tagged by @ginnweasley​, @gentleginny, @oblviqte, @pomonasprowt, @ohremvs, and @peterpettiness; thanks!

RULES: you can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. put your music on shuffle, and list the first 10 songs and tag 10 people.

right off the bat: for the most part, i listen to hamilton these days, but i’ll be shuffling it from my personal playlist.

1. Lock Me Up - The Cab

2. Centuries - Fall Out Boy

3. I’m So Sorry - Imagine Dragons 

4. Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

5. All I Want - Kodaline

6. Absolutely Final Goodbye - Christina Grimmie 

7. This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms Race - Fall Out Boy

8. Politiclash - PAINT (Jon Cozart)

9. Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

10. Riptide - Vance Joy

and also, some song recs! all the ones listed, and the following: literally everything by fall out boy, american money (BØRNS), electric love (also BØRNS), gasoline (halsey), cities (nat and alex wolff), in your pocket (maroon 5), maps (maroon 5), angel in blue jeans (train), boulevard of broken dreams (green day, of course), cake by the ocean (DNCE)

next! tagged by my favorite person in the universe, @bauqelaire - too good for this world, too pure.

1) last song you listened to: shit i don’t remember, probably something from hamilton

2) three shows on your watch list: sherlock, the late show with stephen colbert, maybe supernatural or supergirl or friends or something (i don’t watch much tv)

3) best concert you’ve ever been to: i mean i’ve only ever been to one, a katy perry concert in 5th grade with @hearing-from-my-lawyers and another friend. and while we’re being mainstream, it was pretty lit!

4) last person you hugged: probably my mom

5) favorite flower: orchid!

6) least favorite type of jewelry: anklets, i can’t stand them!

7) favorite band/singer: the cast of hamilton, fall out boy, BØRNS

8) if you could dye your hair any colour what would it be: my hair is black, so probably a shade of blue, or maybe green - any ideas? i probably won’t tho

9) greatest compliment you have ever received: i really don’t recall, sorry

10) if you had to choose 2 of your friends to live on an island with, who would they be: @hearing-from-my-lawyers and either the 1st speaker on my debate team, a certain rock (not dwayne lol), or @leonine13

11) you’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy: prob vanilla cuz i’m basic

my questions: just do these, i don’t have time to think of more and they’re really good questions

here’s a long one! tagged by the amazing @boat-face-mcgee

rules: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you… and most importantly, have fun! 

a - age: 14


b - biggest fear: being unimportant, and bees

c - current time: 7:51 pm


d - drink you last had: water

e - every day starts with: waking up and wishing i could sleep longer


f - favourite song: wait for it, from hamilton (i think??? there are loads of songs that i love tbh)


g - ghosts, are they real: in a metaphorical sense, absolutely; in a real sense, i’ve seen no real proof for either side of the argument so i can’t judge


h - hometown: i’d rather not say, but it’s in Silicon Valley!


i - in love with: my family and friends :)

j - jealous of: basically everyone tbh, but esp people who seem to succeed at life and school easily; i mean, they put in effort, but it always works out for them!

k - killed someone: my innocence


l - last time you cried: this morning bc i’m pathetic


m - middle name: don’t have one


n - number of siblings: zero

o - one wish: to get into a good high school; alternatively, for lin-manuel miranda to randomly decide to reprise his role of alexander hamilton for the 8 pm performance of hamilton in sfo in late march (i can’t recall the date rip)

p - person you last called/texted: the best friend!

q - questions you’re always asked: are you in *insert some grade 2-3 grades higher than what i actually am*? bc i’m tall

r - reasons to smile: friends! sunshine! pandas! fluffy fanfics!

s - song last sang: idk


t - time you woke up: around 10:10 am

u - underwear color: ...blue...

w - worst habit: i bite my nails! it’s really bad but i just can’t stop!


x - x-rays you’ve had: 2, once when i broke my finger and once when i broke my toe

y - your favourite quote: “It is a far, far better thing I do, than I have ever done ; it is a far, far better rest I go to than I have ever known.” -Sydney Carton (my problematic fave), A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens (that quote was listed by @boat-face-mcgee, but i love it too! i don’t really have a favorite, though, since are so many i love)

z - zodiac sign (but also myers-briggs) : Sagittarius, ENFP

next one: also tagged by @bauqelaire!

rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better

relationship status: single, thankfully

favorite color: turquoise or navy blue!

lipstick or chapstick: chapstick

last song i listened to: i dunno, sorry

last movie i watched: part of the first indiana jones movie, i think

top 3 tv shows: atla, lssc, basically anything on the food network 

top 3 characters: (just three??? what???) sirius black, remus lupin, aaron burr, and since i can’t follow rules, finnick odair, june iparis, and hermione granger

top 3 ships: j i l y, odesta, blackinnon

books i’m currently reading: hamlet for school, and the fbawtft screenplay!

for this next one, i was tagged by @pickettandnewt

1 Song : the room where it happens, from hamilton

2 Movies : fbawtft, and moana!

3 Shows : the late show with stephen colbert, atla, friends

4 People : i’ll just tag 4 of my fave tumblr users: @peppermintparvati, @fjrebolt, @emmelinevvance, @nargles (feat. @lumox!) (oh and also my irl friends: @hearing-from-my-lawyers, @emofandomgirl, @leonine13 and @aweami543)

5 Foods : boba, mozzarella sticks, asian eggplant, malai kofta (i could swim in the stuff tbh), paneer paratha

there are a few more that i’ve been tagged in, but i’ve tried not do anything that i’ve done before.

tagging: @chodear​, @nargles​, @grriphook​, @mxrcusflint​, @emmelinevvance​, @bauqelaire​, @fjrebolt​, @snuffls​, @hearing-from-my-lawyers​, @lumox​, @padampatil​, @cedricdiggory​, @dailyprophet​, @jilys​, @hogsmecd​, @gxnnyweasley​, @pctter​, @pcnsypcrkinson​, @winterblackburned​, @jamespottuh​, @softprongs​, @tragedys​, and anyone else who wants to do them! you can do as many or as few as you want; i love you all!