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crankgameplaysgifs1 · 5 years ago

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Forensics babbbyyy

Okay so I’m gonna nerd out here so keep scrolling if you don’t want to read this lol

So I asked if you guys would be interested in me talking about my major, and a couple of you did! @drowninginsideofmymind and @staffyouresobadatrunningawebsite (I cannot tag you for some reason)

I’m now a junior in college working towards my bachelor of science in forensic science. I chose this path because A) yes, I do love all the crime shows and have watched most of them, but B) I just think it’s really cool and really fun!

This major is really tough, I’m not going to lie. BUT IT’S GOING TO BE SO WORTH IT!!! If you guys are interested in forensics these are some of the classes you may be taking---

Some more forensic-heavy classes I’ve taken so far include crime scene processing, forensic photography and reconstruction, and physical evidence analysis. I’ll be taking toxicology, body fluid and DNA analysis, and more in the future.

Last year, I had a bunch of boring gen ed classes like university foundation, english 1 and 2 (even though I had taken AP englishes in high school already, smh), precalc and calculus (already took those in high school) and a general science course. I also took advanced biology (again basically just a repeat of the AP bio I had taken in HS, but whatever). This year, however, was entirely different and seriously challenging.

First semester, I had general chemistry 1 and its corequisite lab. I also had crime scene processing and the corequisite lab for that, and anatomy & physiology and the coreq A&P lab as well. I took a communications course as well, but only to fill the gen ed communication credit lol.

This semester, I had general chemistry 2 and the lab, statistics, forensic photography and reconstruction (a lecture/lab combo class) and physical evidence analysis and the coreq lab for that class.

Next year, I’m going to be taking Organic chemistry and lab (level 1 first sem, level 2 in the spring), Molecular and cellular biology, and physics and its lab (again, level 1 physics in the fall, level 2 in the spring). I’ll also be taking biochemistry and its lab in the spring.

Senior year, hopefully, will be much easier! I only have a few classes: Instrumental analysis and lab, genetics, toxicology, body fluid & DNA analysis, a couple electives, and my senior capstone (BIG senior project basically).

My eventual goal is to become a CSI, a crime scene investigator/processor. I’ll be the person that rolls up in the crime scene van, searches the scene for evidence, packages it, and documents the scene. I’m so excited for the future.

For now, I’m in Phoenix, AZ. The summer RIGHT after graduation (class of 2022 anyone?), I’m going to move across the country to the east coast-to the beach. I love the beach, and there’s a TON of CSI positions open on the East coast. Man I cannot STAND this freaking desert haha. I’m a beach person, and I’m stuck in the hottest state in the country. YUCK.

Each of the classes in my major are vital to the world of forensics and will prepare me in different ways:

-Any of the biologies: forensic biologists collect and analyze biological evidence found on clothing, weapons and other surfaces to determine the time and cause of death.

-Any of the chemistries: Chemistry is used in forensic science to uncover information from physical evidence. In criminal cases, chemists analyze substances such as blood, DNA and gunpowder residue to attempt to determine when and by whom the crime was committed. In civil cases, chemists analyze DNA to authenticate valuable products and to identify fraudulent activity. Chemists also determine information from unsolved crimes and mysteries of long ago through other means of DNA analysis.

-Physics: Important, for example, when analyzing movement through crime scenes. Shootings, blood spatter, and more are common applications of physics in forensics.

-Forensic photography/reconstruction: I learned how to photograph crime scenes and how forensic units (in coordination with detectives) recreate the scene through theory and science.

-Physical evidence analysis: This is the other side of forensics-the job that I want only involves collecting the evidence. This class is about how different types of evidence are tested in the lab after I collect it. For example, how we can piece back together broken glass, and how arson evidence, body fluid evidence, and more are examined.

-Crime scene processing: EASILY my favorite class. I learned how to walk through crime scenes and identify evidence, take notes, collect evidence, and document the scene. So much fun!! My final in this class was a mock homicide scene where we had to walk through and mark and find the evidence, collect it, and photograph the scene.

-Others: Genetics (typing DNA in the lab, etc), instrumental analysis will help with how to work in a lab, and body fluid&DNA analysis is crucial in biological evidence.

Here’s a fun vlog that really shows what my day to day life will be like in the future, if you wanna watch it:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3HW4m2KQV8

This major is putting me through a lot, to be honest. However, I love forensics, so I’m going to put myself through this degree-even if it kills me lol.

If you guys love forensics or are interested, DON’T be discouraged! It is tough, but you learn so much and it’s so worth it. STUDY STUDY STUDY!! It kind of is a niche major, but it feels like a family to me. At my college, we all know each other because there are so few of us. There are a ton of resources out there for you. Please feel free to message me, even! (Message me on my main blog, @bossninja1 I can’t message people on here).

There are so many different jobs you could get with this degree: CSI, lab analysts, detectives, criminalists, and more. (And they pay really well too hehe 😉)

I graduate in the spring of 2022 and I’m so excited for my future. I can’t wait to be a CSI and to finally be independent and move to my first apartment. I’m going beachfront babyyy! I don’t have a lot of money but I’m saving up and I know where I want to live already and I can’t wait.

Here’s to the future, and here’s to the nerds!

#crankgameplays #my post #forensics #please feel free to message me any time you want to talk as well #if you need someone to talk to I'm here #STAY SAFE!#(Message me on my main blog @bossninja1 I can’t message people on here).

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bigskydreaming · 5 years ago

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Okay, I knew Alistair the Dream-Keeper wasn’t the first time I’d written the idea of magically weaponized dreams, so I went hunting through old email accounts and found a whole fucking manuscript I wrote like, twelve years ago and totally forgot about. WHOOPS. (This happens with me more often than you’d think actually possible). I’m only a third of the way through my re-read of it, but it holds up surprisingly well IMO, I’m pretty pleased. I can actually do something with this, I think.

Course, it was apparently written back during my whole “every thing must be hetero otherwise there will be no publishing” period, before the beginning of my personal Age of LOL Nah, Fuck That, Everything Must Be Gay. So, first things first, Jez definitely needs a girlfriend, and also a different name. I can’t believe I named her Jez, like, wow, I was really trying to get YA Bingo, wasn’t I? In my defense, this was when I was twenty-three. Also, this first chapter here has a character named Scott and this was before Teen Wolf even premiered, so apparently I just like the name Scott? Huh. Did not know.

BURNING DAYLIGHT

Jez O’Neill knows she has three years, two months, and sixteen days to live.

She’s had visions for as long as she can remember. She knows they’re never wrong. And when the boy her visions say will someday kill her comes into her life, she knows to stay far away.

But somehow he gets close anyways. Because Nathan is perfect. He’s handsome, he’s charming, he’s utterly, unbearably sweet. And when he learns of Jez’s visions, he promises to cheat Death for her. An interest in New Age turns into an obsession with the occult, and that leads to tiny cracks in the walls of the world, where strange and untrustworthy spirits wait to barter with anyone desperate enough to try.

Magic, however, always comes with a price. The higher the reward you seek, the more you can expect to pay, and the spell Nathan thinks will change their destiny instead puts them on a collision course with Fate. It changes him, twists him in mind and soul, transforming the boy Jez loves into the madman who will someday take her life.

With only three years left until the day she now knows she can’t avoid, Jez discovers she and Nathan share the same zipcode again as he sows death and destruction in the streets of LA. But rather than flee for another city, Jez pits herself against the monster she once loved, the monster she helped create, determined to make sure no one else gets caught in the crossfire of their attempt to cheat their fates.

Call it redemption if you want. Jez calls it Tuesday.

Chapter 1

Dreams are doorways if you have the right key.

That’s why I’ve wasted a perfectly good Sunday night perched on the edge of Scott Kinley’s desk. It’s awkward, uncomfortable, and I’m sure I look like a gargoyle in the pitch dark of the two o’clock hour, but every chair in his bedroom is covered in dirty teenage boy laundry. I’ll stick with my perch, thanks.

I kick my legs out and arch my spine, stretching my arms over my head with fingers laced together. Cramped and aching muscles voice their protest. Something cracks in my neck when I roll my head back. Meanwhile, Scott Kinley snores contentedly in his sleep in the bed across the room. I shoot him a glare that’s best described as withering.

Spears of pale moonlight slip through the slatted blinds covering the window above his bed. They stab the length of his body, highlighting a strong jawline and tousled blond hair, not to mention a chest and set of abs that frankly, I just find obnoxious on a fellow teenager. It’s L.A. in early September – code for unbearably hot – and he’s sleeping with the bare minimum of sheets, a loose span of cotton that’s only covering him up to his waist. I’d enjoy the cheap thrill more if it didn’t make me feel like such a perv.

After all, I’m a total stranger who broke into his house and has spent the last four hours going through his things and watching him sleep. It’s kinda hard to feel good about that. In my defense, I’m only here to save his life from a creepy magical serial killer. Course, I have strong doubts that would hold up in a court of law should he wake up and have me arrested for breaking and entering. But I still feel it’s worth mentioning.

A yawn and a glance at his alarm clock confirm that it’s 2:07 am and I have no life. I lean back on the desk and rifle through his homework some more as I go back to invading his privacy. My only defense here is I’m really bored.

His handwriting’s slightly more legible than your average garden-variety chicken scratch, but I’m still not one hundred percent his name’s Scott Kinley. The Scott part is clear, but the ‘I’ in what I think is Kinley could be a really jacked up ‘o’ I guess. Whatever. It’s a pre-calculus assignment, and the last yearbook on his bookshelf is from his sophomore year, so I’m guessing he’s a junior like me. Or like I would be, if I still bothered going to school. Hmm. Eleventh grade and already in precalc? Someone’s a smarty-pants. Interesting.

A row of trophies and a couple of team photos declare him a water polo jock, and not too shabby of one according to this MVP title. Explains the abs. I roll my eyes around the rest of the room. Small TV so old it has a VCR player built into it. An even older Sega Genesis console is hooked up to it, so either Scott’s big on nostalgia or his family’s not big on luxuries. There’s a couple of movie posters tacked to the wall, but the puddle of light leaking across the floor doesn’t reach far enough for me to make out any details. Then a freestanding bookcase, a good five shelves high, filled with actual books. Above it is a college pennant with a bear on it – I think that’s Cal Berkeley, right? Possible destination, I’m guessing….

God. And he was in bed by ten. Smart, good-looking, athletic and ambitious. Did his parents just win the baby lottery, or if I go down the hall will I find the altar they used to bargain with the Devil?

Not that it matters. I stretch my legs out again and dip my toes into the pool of moonbeams, watching them spill across my feet when I wiggle. It’s only been six months since my last boyfriend went all dark side on me and turned into a spell-wielding slaughterhouse. I’m kind of not dating right now.

So it’s only natural my visions would lead me to the most eligible teen bachelor in Los Angeles – I cast another quick look around the desk for the requisite ‘me and my girlfriend’ photo – nope, most eligible teen bachelor in Los Angeles. Ugh. It’s like announcing your diet and inheriting a pastry shop the next day. I feel a sudden urge to grab one of his dirty shirts off the floor just to make sure his one human flaw is real and not an illusion.

Wow. I can’t believe I just thought that. Apparently sleep deprivation makes me weird. Besides, there’s no way that smell could be imaginary.

I throw another withering glare in Scott’s direction. It’s his fault I’m a weird, sleep-deprived pervert in his stinky bedroom. My baleful stare bakes the air above his bed. It bends and twists like a summer heat wave on asphalt. Wait. That’s not right.

I shake my head, peering through the fog that shrouds my tired mind. Somewhere in my snooping I failed to notice Scott’s happy snores had turned into frantic whimpers. He’s writhing on his bed; sweat beads all over his restless body, glistening like fragile pearls in the faint light. The room is abruptly a sauna. Heat climbs the walls and steam mists the glass of the picture frames.

“Shit,” I whisper, and I’m in motion, leaping off the desk into a crouch. I dip my hand into my hoodie and whip out my knife, steel slicing moonbeams to ribbons as the blade springs free. A low keening shreds the silence, hoarse spectral shouts as faces flicker through the knife, reflected in the steel. I cross the room in three steps. Scott cries out. His fingers scratch at the air like crooked claws.

Somewhere a door opens, and something steps through. Between the space of one second and the next, a heavy silhouette takes shape on this side of the dream.

I slam into the figure with all my weight, blade aimed for the midsection where I’m hoping vital organs will be. The knife sinks in too easily. The sandman-born beastie is still in that transitive state where its dream wrought form has yet to shift all the way down the spectrum to vulnerable flesh. Then my knife catches and scrapes against bone. The nightmare screams as it sinks its roots into our reality and feels pain for the first time.

It’s tougher to pull the blade free, but I’m stronger than any normal seventeen year old girl has a right to be. More specifically, as long as I’m wielding that knife I’m as strong as all the monsters it’s killed combined. And I’ve racked up a decent body count. Blood and bile sprays in slow motion, a cresting wave of black tar. A few drops land on my arm. There’s a hissing sound and I feel like I’m on fire. I grit my teeth and swing again. It dodges and I miss. We both regroup, and I get my first good look at it.

Damn. Mr. Perfect Teen USA has one hell of a fucked up subconscious. I’m just saying.

The nightmare swallows what dim light comes near it, refusing to be illuminated. It’s thick, ridged with protrusions of bone and slick scales that shimmer with their own dark radiance. A trunk-like torso gives way to stocky legs. At certain angles they seem to merge into a single column similar to a snake. It has four arms, except for when it has six – and then two and then twelve and then they’re not arms at all, but tentacles. The head is a gaping chasm of teeth and forked tongue surrounded by a lion’s mane of mottled skin. It’s dizzying and hard to look at. Confusing and chaotic. The only constant is its ugliness.

I charge at it, because I’m just that dumb. Hey, only the good die young.

It dips to the side, cobra-quick, and its tail snaps out like the crack of a whip. I take the hit square in my ribs and I’m lifted off my feet, flying back across the room. My breath flees from my lungs, my head slams back into a wall. I bite my tongue and taste copper.

“Rude,” I gasp.

Scrambling up to snatch my knife from where I dropped it mid-flight, I steal strength from its macabre magic. Even still, regaining my feet takes effort and time I don’t have to spare. The nightmare’s turned its attention back to Scott. He’s finally awake and sitting up his bed. Pale, frightened, and totally out of his league. Considering we were dealing with his worst nightmare in every literal sense of the word, I cut him some slack. I’m a good person.

I roll forward and rake my cursed blade along the creature’s side on my way. It rears and screams again. Dimly I hear footsteps and distant shouting.

“What the hell is that thing?” Scott asks, eyes locked on the beastie like a man entranced. Oh good, he can talk. I was starting to wonder. I duck around the nightmare and stick myself in between it and him.

“Don’t ask me. It’s your childhood trauma,” I say, hefting my knife and gauging distance. “Now shut up, don’t die, and for god’s sake put on some pants.”

I lunge and bury my knife in the thing’s throat. I’m liking my odds less and less when it still finds the strength to knock my grip loose and drop me on my ass. More blood drips down on me, igniting nerve endings everywhere it touches my skin. Let’s recap. I have spunk, pizzazz, seven spells and a cursed knife on my side. It has burning blood, a build like a freight train, and claws and fangs that seem to multiply every time I look at it. It leans forward and roars its hostility right in my face.

Also, it has halitosis.

A swipe of its many tentacle-arms knocks me back and to the side again. I land on the floor, staring up at the bookshelf. It’s tricky reading the titles from my upside-down vantage point, but I hazily make out the collected works of one H.P. Lovecraft. That explains a lot.

“You know, there are worse things in the world than being a cliché,” I complain, glowering over my shoulder at Scott. He has the decency to look ashamed, over where he’s huddled on the other side of the desk. Course, I’m sure he has no idea what he’s ashamed of, but my tone conveys the point rather well, I think. “Seriously. The dumb jock thing. Just give it a try.”

Mano a mano isn’t working out too well for me so I switch tactics. I toss a quick ‘Hail Mary’ skyward, kick off my shoes and chant the most powerful – and dangerous – of my seven spells. It’s a nasty little sucker I bartered for in the second sphere, the Circle of Fire. I rattle off short, harsh syllables that climb reluctantly from the base of my throat, guttural utterances that were never meant to be made by a human voice. I dip my fingers in moonlight and etch glowing hieroglyphics in the air – they hang there for a moment, sharply luminescent in the seconds before they fade to black.

Staccato snaps and pops ring out. The alarm clock short circuits. Streetlights flicker and die. Every electronic in a fifty meter radius develops a sudden terminal illness and the air feels flooded. Thick and heavy with static as thousands of wayward electrical impulses conduct themselves through the atmosphere to me. I dig my toes into the heavy carpet and feel the hair on my head stand on end. Then I’m running, my nervous system supercharged with too much speed and power to contain long. I duck past the nightmare’s swinging arms – it might as well be lumbering at tortoise speed – and plant a single palm flat on its back.

My touch hits it like a thunderbolt, lightning barreling down the synapses in my arm and ripping into it with hurricane fury. It squeals and goes airborne, crashing into the desk and reducing it to kindling. Scott falls back, mouth open, and smoke wisps up from the creature’s motionless body.

For a second, I dare to hope it’s dead. It would be really awesome for me if it were. That was my most powerful offensive spell and using it comes with a one in ten chance of killing the spellcaster. So, you know. I’d really like to not have to use it again, please.

The nightmare heaves itself to its feet-tail, sending spears of desk turned firewood flying about the room. Some of the shrapnel heads my way and I cover my eyes. Splinters gouge at my palms. I peek past my fingers, and in a blur of motion the creature crosses the room and throws itself through the window. It rips through the blinds and shards of glass fountain into the hot summer night. The darkness outside swallows it whole.

“I hate you,” I casually inform the universe.

I pick past debris and make for the window. Or what’s left of it anyways. The house is on a hill, high enough elevation that glass from the window is still showering to the ground below. Chiming, delicate drops of crystal rain. City lights gleam from one horizon to the next. A pitch-black shadow makes its way across distant rooftops, dark even against the darkness, like a spreading oil stain spilling towards the downtown metropolis. Lovely.

“What the hell is going on?” Scott finally finds his voice again, but I have no time to soothe his shattered nerves or offer an introductory course on Things That Go Bump in the Night 101. I run my hands through my frizzy, static-damaged hair.

“That was disgusting, you need therapy, and the pants thing was not a suggestion,” I inform him, bending to retrieve my knife. Scott flushes and grabs the sheet off the bed. He doesn’t even try and peek at my ass. A piece of the Scott Kinley puzzle clicks into place, and I feel a tiny bit better.

“Hey, quick question. Are you gay?”

His jaw drops, but he recovers fairly quickly. “What – how did you – I mean, why?”

I shrug. “No reason. Just won a bet with myself is all.”

Hey, it’s the little things in life. I turn back to the window and track the nightmare’s course. Picking a rooftop a few buildings ahead of it, I prick my thumb and whisper a spell from the seventh sphere, the Celestial Circle. I sketch bloody sigils in the moonbeams cascading through the open window. They turn pale and faint and I grab their remnants like door handles. The silver light parts, a gauzy curtain opening on a window to a distant rooftop far below.

I cast a sigh at the bewildered boy behind me and step through. It’s probably for the best. Like I said, I’m kinda not dating right now anyways.

The curtain falls shut behind me and I resume my hunt.

#Burning Daylight #kalen writes things sometimes

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andrewhq · 6 years ago

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Me, at any given moment: ooooooooOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THERE’S A PLACE I KNOW THAT’S TUCKED AWAY A PLACE WHERE YOU AND I CAN STAY WHERE WE CAN GO TO LAUGH AND PLAY AND HAVE ADVENTURES EVERY DAY I KNOW IT SOUNDS HARD TO BELIEVE BUT GUYS AND GALS ITS TRUE CAMP CAMPBELL IT THE PLACE FOR ME AND YOU WE’LL SWIM THROUGH LAKES AND CLIMB UP TREES CATCH FISH BUGS BEARS AND HONEY BEES THERE’S ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES AND NO THAT’S NOT HYPERBOLE OUR MOTTO IS CAMPE DIEM AND THAT MEANS I’M TELLING YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU WE’VE GOT ARCHERY HIKING SEARCH AND RESCUE BIKING HORSEBACK TRAINING THAT WILL SAVE YOU FROM A HEART ATTACK SCUBA DIVING MIMING KEEPING UP WITH RHYMING FOOTBALL LIMBO SCIENCE STUNTING PRECALC SPACESHIPS TREASURE HUNTING BOMB DEFUSAL NO REFUSAL FANTASY CIRCUS TRAPEZE AND

#caps #camp camp #Rooster Teeth

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signals-over-the-air · 5 years ago

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12, 13, 14, 22, 23 :)

12. Talk about a new friend you made this year

Ummm my friend RS (I’ve talked about him before) was one of my coworkers over the summer and honestly he was just so good to me and we had so much fun

13. How was your birthday this year?

It was pretty good! I had a cupcake for breakfast, went shopping with my mom, got lunch at one of my favorite local bakeries with a family friend, went to dinner at chili’s with my theatre friends from high school, then immediately drove to my absolute best friend’s house (despite the fact that she had just gotten home from college about 30 min before I came over) and we hung out until past midnight just catching up and hanging out :)

14. Favorite book you read this year?

Okay okay so there was this one book called The Gatekeeper that hit me HARD, its by Jen Lancaster, STRONGLY recommend. It’s based off this song, I strongly recommend giving it a listen!

22. Favorite place you visited this year?

Probably New York City, I didn't go anywhere crazy exotic this year. (unlike 2018 where I literally spent a month in Israel)

23. If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be?

(this is super super fucking long, I'm sorry!! the words just kept coming it was crazy)

Hey-- I know this year started off super shitty, with a panic attack and nicking yourself 5 times while shaving in the middle of the night. I promise, it will get better. I’m not gonna lie to you; this year is batshit CRAZY. it’s insanely stressful and difficult at a lot of points, but ultimately the payoff is worth it. you’re gonna end up at your dream school, meet a lot of truly amazing people, and find where you really belong.

A few words of advice-- actually study for your precalc final. it’s the reason you almost didn’t graduate. I know mrs evans is a bitch and your old math tutor and you aren't exactly on the best terms, but ask JK or SA, literally anyone to help you. actually do your work and turn it in! you’re not gonna like 2 of your college classes, but guess what? you can just drop them and take classes you're more interested in. trust me, it’ll be worth it.

Also, a week after you get this, you’re going to realize a lot of shitty things about the people you consider your close friends. take my word for it-- get out of there. now. somewhere in the range off 3-4 weeks something will be revealed to you by one of these friends. it’s going to hurt like hell, you’re going to be angry. and frankly, I want to encourage you to flip shit at CB. Think about how he (and the rest of that group) have treated you since about freshman year. I promise you, you don’t want to spend your last moths in [hometown] with them. instead of the corner, start going to the music wing before school. after all, your theatre friends are so, so, so much nicer than those people you call your ‘best friends’, and treat you so much better. they were-- and will be there for you-- when your ‘friends’ never were or would be.

trust your gut-- dad isn’t telling the truth. that text was exactly what you thought it was, and he’s just trying to cover his ass while mom’s trying to make sure you don’t get hurt. if you really think about what he’s said and done the past few years, you’ll figure out the truth about what happened. talk to your sister and mom, figure out a plan on how to tell your brother, and figure out how to tell dad you know. trust me, I know it’s hard and a difficult truth to swallow, but it’s worth figuring it out now rather than later.

you’re gonna find a girl you think will be a great roommate. for once, take mom’s advice-- just get a goddamn single. it’ll save you a shit-ton of trouble towards the end of the year and take a lot of weight off your shoulders.

finally, don’t forget to breathe. this year is HUGE. you go to prom, graduate high school, survive the first semester of the school of your dreams, get a tattoo, and get your first real job. there’s a lot of shitty parts of 2019, but you really just have to appreciate how goddamn revolutionary this year will be for you while acknowledging the bad parts. you did it, whiz. you’re out of there-- out of [hometown], out of SHS, out of the house. mazel tov! we fought our way through it, but for the most part, it was worth it.

break a leg this year my dude, and remember to take care of yourself during tech week-- maybe try not taking naps in the cat walk and props loft during rehearsal and in between shows, yeah?

sincerely, me.

#ask whizzy #ask mama whizzy #answered asks #about me #long post #personal #look at this again later #whizzy’s mom tag #whizzy’s writing #whizzy speaks

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marcholasmoth · 5 years ago

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OSRR: 1903

kittyhawk, december, nineteen threeeeeeeeeeeeee

anyone? anyone? beuller? beuller? no? i'll see myself out.

(i think it's a james taylor song.)

anyway.

we woke up late this morning, so i was late today. my first appointment was booked as somebody i couldn't help because it was biology, but she also wound up needing chem help too, so i helped her for about twenty minutes or so that i had before my next appointment. the next one wound up being not one, not two, but three students, all needing help with precalc work. and it was fun! it was good. they all understood what we were doing as i walked them through it all, so that was good.

the rest of the day was pretty uneventful. everybody showed up who was scheduled for today, and then i had an hour and a half at the end of the day where i could've done homework and probably should've, but i didn't. i didn't really feel like it.

because i was late getting joel to work, i was able to feed the cat before getting joel from work instead of bringing joel with me to feed the cat.

i had game tonight too, and that was actually fun today. i'd stopped for dinner beforehand at panera and then at five guys with demi, joth, and hannah, and then we went to play. it was a lot of fun. we split into groups for different tasks, and i was with the most difficult task group, and we had to capture and bring back cocatrices for a town because someone was preparing a feast. i kept people alive by giving them a plus d4 to their saves against being petrified and on their attack rolls. i was useful!! :)

and when i got back home, i had brought food for joel because he'd forgotten to eat (unsurprisingly) and then i cleaned up the room a bit after putting in laundry. i'm basically out of clean clothes, and even though the week is almost over and i'll be going home soonish, i still want to wear something i've worn already in the last two weeks. so i put in the laundry and then waited until it was done in the washer and switched it over and headed to bed. so now i'm lying here, with a cold-footed joel, in a comfy bed. i love this. so many.

joel makes me so happy. i just. i love him so much.

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #1000s #1900s #sunshine boy

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fuk-yo-feelings-xoxo · 5 years ago

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Someone save me from my second summer class. #precalc #savemeeeeeeee

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thosekidswhohuntmonsters · 7 years ago

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If I Didn’t Know Better

Summary: Peter meets the reader for their annual hangout, but as they stare out at the New York skyline they can’t deny their feelings anymore

Word Count: 1102

Song Pairing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUEJG8Kctac

Authors note: this is so fluffy you’ll forget infinity war ever happened. P.s as always; anytime I write Peter he is over 18

“Well if it isn’t my favorite friendly neighborhood spiderman”. Peter laughed while walking over to join you on the fire escape. He handed you the bag of tacos, “Joke all you want, I’m just happy you’re not asking for Captain America’s number”.

Smirking you opened the bag, “One: I’m totally a Bucky kinda girl, Two: I’m waiting until you give it to Ned...then I’m getting it”. Rolling his eyes Peter sat down next to you. He didn’t want too, but he started to laugh at your joke.

“You’re so annoying”. Peter tried to sound convincing, but he couldn’t hide how happy he was to be hanging out with you. Between bites you asked, “So tell me the highlights”. Leaning back against the brick wall Peter started to relax a little bit.

He grabbed a taco too, “Well I saved this little girl’s dog, Cheeto, from running into traffic”. Smiling you shook your head. Looking down at the city you explained, “You’re too good for this world Parker”.

Peter knew it was just a compliment but it still made his heart beat a little faster. To relax his mind he focused on the city too, “I knew I’d win you over with that one”. Laughing you lightly hit his side.

“Sorry I happen to enjoy the stories in which your ass is 110% safe”. Unable to help himself Peter turned to face you. When he saw the adorable smile on your face he knew he’d made a mistake.

It was his favorite look; you smiled so big that it made your eyes scrunch a little bit. Every time he saw that smile his feelings for you got a little bit harder to keep hidden. Focusing back on his burrito he said, “I can take care of myself you know”.

“I know….but I want you to know that you don’t have too…”. Peter swallowed hard, hoping you would just think he was super hungry. He averted his gaze again, “Sometimes it does get scary you know...but I try to convince myself it isn’t...that way Mr.Stark won’t think I’m weak”.

Your eyes widened, “Peter, you’re not weak. Most kids can barely handle precalc and you’re taking all AP’s, AND constantly putting your life on the line every chance you get. It’s a lot to handle and Mr. Stark knows that”.

Taking another bite you added, “It’s that he doesn’t wanna overwhelm you, not that he doesn’t believe in you”. As he listened to you speak he felt the weight in his chest slowly lift, and his smile grow and grow.

“You really think that?”. His voice had been so soft when he’d asked that you’d barely heard it over the cars down below. Smiling too you answered with, “Of course Peter, I always thought you were a hero even before you were my friendly neighborhood spiderman”.

Finished with your taco you put the wrappers back in the bag, looking down at the bag as you did so. When you picked your head back up you were met with a wide eyed Peter. He couldn’t stop the words from leaving his mouth.

“I’ve always thought you were so beautiful (y/n)”. Even under the poorly lit street lamps and city lights the blush on your cheeks was noticeable. Trying to hide how flustered you were you looked down at your hands again.

Softly you told him, “Thank you Peter”. He could tell from the tone of your voice that it wasn’t just a normal thank you, it wasn’t you saying something because you felt obligated too. You’d clearly been affected by what he’d said.

Ignoring the pounding in his chest he slowly inched his hand next to yours, swearing he could feel the electricity as your fingers touched. His smile was enormous, “It means a lot to me knowing that I have you in my life”.

Feeling a little more courageous you leaned your head against his shoulder, unable to see how red it had made him. Your heartbeat steadied as his thumb softly rubbed the back of your hand.

“Just please don’t go dying on me okay?”. Nodding his head he rested his head against yours, the first time he’d ever cuddled like this with anyone. He would never admit it, but he’d seen this done in movies and always wanted to do it too.

Peter started to smirk, “I would never...then how would you get Bucky’s number”. As Peter felt your body shake with laughter, he started to laugh too. Breathlessly you said, “You’re such a dork Parker….you’re lucky I really like you”.

“I really like you too”. Hearing those words put butterflies in your stomach. Moving his hand he grabbed his phone, “Want to listen to the new alt-j song...I thought of you when I first heard it”.

Peter knew that it was an absolute dork move, but now he felt like he wanted to confess everything to you. As he felt your head move he’d wondered if he’d done something wrong. You looked at him with a half a smirk, “Parker are you trying to makeout with me?”.

He started to laugh nervously, it wasn’t like he wasn’t trying. Peter felt goosebumps as he watched you bite your lip and then say, “Play the song”. Quickly he pulled up his music, feeling his heart pound along to the beat.

When I wake up in the morning light, Sunlight hurts my eyes

Something without warning, love, Plays heavy on my mind

Then I look at you, And the world's alright with me

Peter tried to calm down, acting as if this wasn’t a moment he’d been dreaming about for the past year. Summoning all his courage he closed his eyes and leaned forward, knowing that his lips would meet yours.

As he felt your soft lips press against his, faintly tasted your vanilla chapstick, took in how you smelled like lavender and honey, he felt his entire world stop right on that Queens fire-escape.

When he felt you pull back from him he almost felt a pang in his chest. With that smile he loved you said, “I don’t mind taking things slow with you Peter...you’re definitely worth it”. Peter nodded his head, stopping himself from kissing you again knowing that he’d never wanna stop.

The two of you fell into a comfortable and familiar silence, listening to noise of the city down below contrasted with the slow song. For once both you and Peter were finally at peace, looking down at the world with hope in your eyes and love in your hearts.

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