#running start

[decembercamiecherries]

Ao3 Tags: Modern/High School AU, Soulmates

Chapter 6 title: Looking Ahead

Chapter 6 word count: 1,406 –> Total word count: 13,384

Chapter 6 Summary:

"The soul is a bigger mystery than the brain or ocean or even space. There are theories about how and why soulmates exist, but not much else. Like, here—” Killua points to a textbook a few steps away, “—this author suggests soulmates are people who died together in a previous life. They claim souls that enter the afterlife together return to the world permanently linked.”

Gon shudders, squeezing Killua as if trying to meld them together. “I don’t like that. I don’t want to picture you dying in any life.”

An image comes to Killua—Gon laid out limp and lifeless on a white hospital bed, withered away and struggling to breathe—and his blood runs cold.

“No,” Killua chokes out. “Me, neither.”

[claraxbarton]

Important Refs for Running Start

[valentin-is-golden]

Intro post!

(I'll update this when I need to)

For the absolute basics; I'm Valentin (he/him), non-native English speaker, and I need some sort of motivation to study (depression + suspected ADHD). I LOVE academics but I hate doing it for classes :(

Mild request: when talking with me, it'd be nice if y'all used tone tags! :)

Current classes: US history, precalc, english comp (+ driver's ed)

Things I want to do (at some point): read and write (for fun), *draw, pick up programming/coding, brush up my Russian and Ukrainian (native langs), learn Italian (practical), learn Latin (fun), get better at cooking/baking

I'll probably be posting abt studying(obvi), organization attempts + whatever else I feel like

Since this is studyblr that's all y'all need to know

*specifically, I want to get a hang of: gesture/figure drawing, human anatomy, basic animal anatomy, perspective, color theory, lighting/shading, + figuring out my art style(s)

[golfwithmyfinger]

The Happy Gilmore Golf Swing

[high-gravity-day]

2024-06-04 Purple running start

That mantle move kinda roasted my already fricked up wrist took me a month to recover from that.

[aceofheartsstuff]

That last scene in a nutshell (welcome back, Eddie Diaz!)

[freeshephoun]

i just need everyone to know that ive created something beautiful

he is only 1 slab tall

[science-lings]

my dad saw ao3 open on my computer and asked if that was like my writing club and just so you know that's what fanfic writers are now, we're all in the same writing club where we all write about the same media and show each other our little stories and that's kind of cool actually

[secretly-a-trekkie]

things to think about

[onlysushicat]

This took more time than I imagined

[harvocel]

91 hearts

[carebeardean]

Charles whose dad smashed his cassette tape with a hammer learns to navigate the backpack cause, like, he needs to be useful, yeah?

and this way Charles has everything Edwin needs, and if Edwin gets sick of him he’ll just.. he doesn’t know what he’ll do.

but then Edwin gets the record player.

he suggests, tentatively, that Charles might play some of his “queen” if he liked. after all, if they are to haunt potential realtors away from their new office, they may as well entertain themselves.

so they take turns, switching out; edwin likes opera. he shows Charles how to waltz, chiding Charles to stop looking at his feet til they’re gliding, whirling around like they’re in the movies. Edwin’s smile is small and pleased and lovely. (Charles attempt to get Edwin to headbang along to queen results in a sort of awkward rhythmic nodding. Charles loves him so much he could die again.)

And, like. Edwin doesn’t like clutter. he doesn’t bother with the random tidbits ghosts give them for solving cases.

until now, apparently.

now he comes back from trading at the goblin market with little useless things—a cursed rubix cube, records from bands Charles mentioned years ago.

Charles is so busy trying to subtly read his book on Edwardian courting rituals (disguised by Nikos discreet manga covers) that he doesn’t realize what Edwin’s set down in front of him. he stares at Edwin’s spiky handwriting, the tidy numbered list.

“I thought, perhaps, that we might—start a new tradition.”

Charles blinks, eyes stinging. “Mate, did you.. make me a mixtape?”

“Crystal assisted me, and while she was absolutely insuffer—“ Edwin staggers, catching him with a surprised little noise.

“I love you so much,” Charles says, muffled into his throat. “You’re my favorite person. I love you so much it hurts, sometimes.”

“Yes,” Edwin says softly, hands curling around his waist. He takes Charles weight like it’s nothing. “I believe I know the feeling.”

this is a longer fic on ao3 now!

[nobllite]

Save a horse, ride a what?? 💥

[captainjonnitkessler]

Do you guys notice how when Shawn Fain, president of the United Auto Workers union, started planning a general strike, he did it by a) targeting his messaging towards unions with the ability to safely and effectively strike in large numbers, b) laid out a clear, actionable plan for those unions to follow (setting contracts to all expire at the same time, since many unions cannot strike while under contract), c) is using union contracts to set clear, actionable demands that can be met in order to gauge success and provide an end goal, and d) started organizing FOUR YEARS before the proposed strike date to give people the chance to plan accordingly, because it takes a really freaking long time to get tens of millions of people organized?

You notice how he didn't do it by slapping a message on Twitter saying 'hey nobody go to work on Monday, that'll really show 'em'?

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

OP wanted to take a picture with another cosplayer and told her friend to make a video about their interaction, then OP went and asked the cosplayer

[puppyeared]

sniffrin ^_^