#sociology of skateboarding

[everydayhybridity]

New Article - Conceptualising Grey Spaces in Skateboarding

This was one of those articles that just flowed. I was asked to do a talk for the SSHRED seminar series which is a exciting initiative working on issues of the environment and skateboarding. I thought I would take the opportunity to clarify the grey spaces concept I had generated in a previous paper 'Skateboarding in the Anthropocene' and then it turned into a mission statement about theory and method in skateboard studies. Here is the link to the article...

The article is published in the International Review for the Sociology of Sport and is free to access.

You can also check out the video of the seminar that was the catalyst for the paper below.

[enbysiriusblack]

muggle marauders in school headcanons:

currently at work in a secondary school rn (i'm a part time school library assistant) so thought this was fitting. yes, ignore the fact i'm on tumblr whilst technically meant to be working

james as rugby and football captain. sirius is also on the team for both but could not care less about it, he's just there for james

marlene is captain of the netball team and girl's football team. mary is on the netball team with her and is the teacher's favourite

lily being really good at stem subjects and always hanging around the science block

me and some of my friends used to get the early train to school so we had like an hour or so before form (mostly to smoke beforehand/get away from home/go to the corner shop).. this was so the marauders. like all of them getting a train an hour earlier than they need to just for remus, sirius, and peter to smoke, sirius to get away from home, and all four to go to the corner store. where peter would get toxic waste, james would get energy drinks, remus would walk around and buy nothing, and sirius would buy his lunch and loads of sweets.

peter going to chess club and the other three going with him only to sit around on their phones and cheer him on whilst irritating the teacher running the club (minus remus) only to then get kicked out

people's fav subjects: james- p.e and biology. sirius- engineering. remus- history and sociology. peter- maths and music. lily- chemistry, biology, and physics. marlene- d.t and p.e. mary- textiles. emmeline- business studies. dorcas- p.e. regulus- english literature & language and economics. pandora- art, chemistry, and english literature.

mary would get in constant trouble for rolling up her skirt.

james would be one of those people that refuses to change out their p.e kit and gets the p.e teacher to back them up cause he's their favourite

sirius gets in trouble for never having his tie done up and his shirt untucked.

peter gets in trouble for wearing his hoodie (and dorcas. and marlene. and remus but he'd get like a doctors note (his doctor is a family friend) claiming he has to wear it because the reason he's cold is cause of his chronic pain (it's not)

idk about other schools, but when i was in school, eating lunch in teacher's classrooms was like. the 'cool place' (that or the field). so i think the marauders would eat lunch in the field and then in year 11 they'd sit in mcgonagall's classroom. mary, lily, emmeline, and marlene would always sit on the field (unless it's raining, in which case they'd go flitwick's classroom). regulus, dorcas, pandora, barty, and evan eat in the canteen. like losers (/hj).

remus is besties with pomfrey (school nurse), so his classmates try to get him to take them when they want to skive/pretend they're ill, as she's more likely to let them with remus there

dorcas skateboards to school

the year 7's/yr 8's really look up to james (why he was made head boy). and during break, they beg him to teach them football tricks

peter, remus, lily and mary get the bus to school together (on the occasion peter and remus aren't going in early)

[onelastskip]

Just out of curiosity, how many MCs did you make for Keyframes? Can you tell us a bit about them? I'm interested to know :D

OMGGG HAIII!!!

Technicallyyy 4? I played through the game on all seasons but my other MCs aren't as fleshed out (and I haven't drawn them...) — but I'll talk about what I have anyway!

So obviously Chi was my first baby girl, autumn, romancing Percy straight away, I yap about her a lot already but here's a fun fact I haven't mentioned yet, her full name is Chi Huệ Aubade, very cool!

My next mc was Mika (she's sort recycled from olba, sorta not because I hate the idea of being unfaithful to cove, idk if that makes sense just the way my brain works) she's a summer and... well I was supposed to romance Elio... but then the Percy summer meeting hit me like a truck and I went for him again... now she probably won't get fleshed out but I'm thinking of doing a male mc elio summer run (for real this time, no percy shenanigans)

And then I have my spring mc, Nari, and- I will admit I was very close to reromancing Percy but no! they are a Jamie romance (slowwburn tho) cause I found the cupcake confrontation was so good with a spring personality. So they're uh, well to describe them, in a word, they're self-assured (technically two but semantics). They're extremely competent and they know it, they have a big ego and tend to be overconfident, brash and competitive. Andd they also have a crippling fear of emotional connection and an avoidant attachment style. love my little guys who are so smart yet so very stupid. Anyway their dynamic with Jamie is sort of teasing? They were expecting to be annoyed by him bcos of his reputation but they ended up liking him more than they thought. They have a sort of "people disappoint me" expectation, a lot of the friends and relationships they've had in the past were shallow (not for lack of trying? but nari really didn't put any effort in) they only really mesh with deja and cam and don't even try to form deeper relationships with others, the boys are the first friends they've made in a while, and their first time besides with cam and deja actually trying to connect with people. They're an ISTJ and fun fact about them theyyy are very good at chess.

And lastly my winter mc, Yumi (name pending.) they're my no romance route (or slowburn? it depends how it plays out I guess). They're... to describe them in one word. Chill (lol). They're an artist turned law student and they are very go with the flow. They are also doing a minor of sociology! They stopped painting in their last year of highschool because they were told they needed to start taking things seriously (they had pretty bad-average grades before). While they're generally patient and relaxed, when they do get angry, they are no holds barred, cussing out authority figures, not a single thought in that brain, they get very passionate when they're being confrontational. They're an INTP and fun fact about them they know how to skateboard.

WAIIIIT- I'M GONNA USE THIS ASK TO YAP ABOUT THE ENNEAGRAM (sorry anon my attention span is kinda fucked, ADHD ramble incoming)

Okay I've mentioned before Chi's a 2w3, little lore drop, she's got family issues (eldest daughter in an asian family /hj) but yeah there's a lot of pressure from that direction, that's part why she's doing a law degree (polisci? I forget how it is in america), she was rushed into picking a degree and just went with what she was best at. Anyway I should probably explain the enneagram oops, OKAY, so she has a type 2 fixation, which basically means, she's got a gaping hole where her self esteem is and she tries to patch that up by creating relationships (people pleaser...), that's why she tries to be as helpful as possible all the time, she's got a deep seated fear of abandonment and feels like she can only be loved if she's providing some sort of support (usually as an emotional dumping ground) to the other person.

Buttt, thankfully when she got to college she met Deja and Cam, who did NOT fuck with that kinda behaviour so she's slowly getting better, I imagine over the course of her time at college she gets better at loving herself and sets boundaries with her parents, fixes the relationship (the other drama is she has younger siblings who are still with them and yeah) idk I just like writing character arcs like this it helps me understand my ocs better I think

onto my other mcsss:

uhh Mika's a 7w8, but I'm gonna skip her since she'll probably get reworked into something else anywayyy

so Nari has a type 5 fixation, their whole deal is they need to feel competent, need to feel like they understand the world around them because it's a scary place and if something doesn't fit in with the way they understand things that means they understand nothing. Anyway, their little character arc would actually be centred on the relationship, it's a story about them accepting emotional vulnerability, letting down their walls, losing their rigid world view, and choosing to trust in another person and fall in love :3

Yumi (name pending) has a type 9 fixation, their problem is... well basically, on the surface, they're confident, calm, collected, composed (heh alliteration), they really seem like they've got it all together but internally they've resigned themself to being another cog in the machine. They've lost their passion in life and they're stuck in the pit of "it is what it is". Their character arc would probably involve them dropping out of college and pursuing something they actually care about, that being art.

[cherryblossomsandhydrangeas]

Headcanon that Adam, Cherry, and Joe are all probably double or even triple majors.

Joe

Majors: Italian Culinary Arts, Restaurant/Hotel Management, & either Business Administration, European History w/ a Mediterranean focus, or Japanese History

Possible Minors: Entrepreneurship, Nutrition, Hospitality Business, Philosophy, Marketing, or Sociology

Joe obviously studied in Italian culinary arts/cuisine, but he would have also have had to study in restaurant/hotel management since he runs Sia La Luce. Restaurant/Hotel management is a trade that takes two years of study, and it takes at least a year to learn Italian cuisine at an accredited school. If he were to have a third major, I believe he would have went into business, but I’m willing to believe that Joe is a history buff as he was the one who brought up the Battle of Ganryuujima before Langa’s first beef with Adam.

Also, on a different note,  I’d like to think that Joe spent at minimum of three to fours years in Italy, before returning to Naha as that would give him more time to learn the hang of working in a restaurant as he probably got a job in one to pay for food and possibly rent if he got an apartment.

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Cherry

Majors: Programming, Computer Science & Engineering, & either Business Administration, Information Technology, Art History, or Fine Arts

Possible Minors: Creative Writing, Business Writing, Applied Mathematics, Bioinformatics, Robotics

Cherry obviously studied programming, but he would have also needed to have knowledge of engineering to create a transforming skateboard, bracelet, contacts, and a wheelchair that are all connected to the AI he created. He may have a degree in business since in episodes one, two, and six he was shown dealing with a bunch different people for work, but that could also have been gleaned some simple networking skills. Since he’s loved calligraphy since he was a kid, it’s not too out of the way that he may have went into either art history or fine arts as well.

Since calligraphy isn’t a college degree, more a skill you learn from discipline and learning under a master, it’s not included in the above. But I’d imagine that he’d probably been practicing his calligraphy for years before learning under a master for a while before starting his own studio.

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Adam

Majors: Political Science, Public Administration, Economics, or Communications & either Art History, Theology, or Theater/Dance

Possible Minors: International Business, Philosophy, Public Relations, or Criminal Justice

There are a lot of degrees that Adam could have gone into with his job as a politician, so I chose the ones with skills that were shown most in the show. He has a silver tongue and was easily able to become the leader of his party- with a little backstabbing- despite being the youngest politician of them. His charisma was also shown to be great both in public and at “S”. As for the others, I’ve often wondered how Adam was able to get into learning Flamenco as it seems to something that he personally enjoys and not something his aunts forced him into learning, so I can’t help but think he went into a Theater/Dance major as a small loophole so that he could learn something that he actually liked and wanted to do. I don’t have to explain why I think he majored in Theology.

So what do you guys think? I’d love to talk about some other ideas.

[whataweirdfeeling]

HELLO welcome to another WAWF interview EXCLUSIVE

This February marks the FINAL month and closing to WAWFswinter as well as an official YEAR OF WAWF WEDNESDAY [aka WAWFmag]

WAWF is grateful for all of the love and support that we have had throughout WAWFswinter and will be spreading that just a bit more this month with..

NEW WAWF ARTICLES EVERY WEDNESDAY with friends of WAWF who also wanna help us show just how much We ❤️ WAWF Wednesday

Read below for an exclusive interview and some behind the e scenes moments with new friends of WAWF

Find out what exciting things they have in store

Who are we here with?

J: Julia

JA: Jaks

M: Maya

P: Pato

Do you guys have any individual hobbies or specific interests?

J: Im really into fashion i'm a fashion merchandising major. I like sewing and the constructing of garments. Im also into writing thats a very fun way to express myself

JA: I like fashion too and sewing. I like music a lot. I also like photography and making little videos and sh*t with camcorders and stuff like that

M: I like politics and sociology a lot. I read a lot of books but i'm really into music and fashion as well

P: My hobby is skateboarding. I love being active and movement.

Do you have any influences for these interests or hobbies?

JA: For fashion just someone who I think puts that sh*t on is Bloody Osiris. He's got great style he's always doing crazy sh*t. Music I like listening to a lot music. I really like 'Carissa's Wierd' thats probably my favorite band. I don't really have any inspiration for making videos and sh*t I just like making cinema stuff with my friends

P: Definitely the punk movement or the punk ideals are inspirational to me. I hold with me like everywhere I go. I feel like it's true-self so I feel like i'm very inspired by the punk movement and just being yourself. [Being] true to yourself is the most punk thing you can do. Doing what you want is inspirational

J: I feel like I try to take as much inspiration from the people around me rather than celebrities I don't know. I feel like Im inspired cause Im kinda doing exactly the opposite of who I thought I would be when I was younger.. [but] yeah allowing myself to be that person that I thought I would never be good enough to be when I was little

M: I think my mom really inspires me a lot in terms of her style especially back in the 90s when she was putting that sh*t on. She was dressing so well and it was so unintentional and cool at the same time. She inspires me in so many other ways than that but just her style I think she's great and I wanna be like her

What's next for you guys?

J: I definitely wanna build my skills in constructing fashion and my creative side just so I don't lose myself in the marketing side of fashion and keep creating the things I went to this school for

JA: I just got a new camera so I'd love to like make a music video or something. Not even on some commercial sh*t just for fun. Just to put art out there cause I love music and I feel like music with imagery is just.. It can create such a cool feeling and to be able to embody what you think music should look like I think thats awesome and thats something that i'd love to do.

M: Im currently in the process of switching my major in criminal justice to hopefully cinema. That would be really great cause I think that film is a really good way to express yourself because you can include really good music and visuals.. a good plot line i think thats great

P: I wanna bring people together and have a strong community. It's all about the scene. I wanna bring people together so the communities' strong and so we have a very supportive scene. For the scene. For the youth. The scene is like active the scene is ongoing you just need a community who's united

How'd y'all find out about WAWF?

J: My suitemate I found out through my suitemate Angel who's very talented and I thought it was very cool what was going on with this.. WAWF sh*t

JA: I found out through Maya. She just asked me if I wanted to do the shoot and I was down so she put me on

M: I found out through Julia who found out through Angel which is really awesome. Very happy happy to be here

P: I- my girlfriend put me on

Along with promoting/supporting growing artists like these WAWF magazine pushes fashion culture and much more

Words/ Curated by @vyngak

[averyangrypossum]

I got deadnamed today in a sociology class and I never thought of myself being so sensitive over my gender since I usually don't care when people misgender me but I cried.

And I felt like I couldn’t show my face to anyone afterwards but hey, I went skateboarding on a boardwalk and I feel better!

[mika-writes-fanfics]

About Me

The Bare Basics:

23 | Bi | INFJ

  Favorite animes:

BNHA (obviously lol), Vash the Stampede, Deadman Wonderland, Jujutsu Kaisen, Demon Slayer, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, Chainsawman, Bocchi the Rock, and Cyberpunk: Edgerunners

  Hobbies/interests:

Anime (duh), gaming, violin, neuropsychology/sociology, skateboarding, Love and Deep Space, twitch streams, raving

  Other:

Ashamed owner of a chonky, over-affectionate cat (yes he's on a diet, no it is not going well)

Graduated Uni student tryna figure out new career path

Weirdo who has over 300+ hours in the Fallout series (mostly Fallout 4, but I enjoy 3 and New Vegas as well)

Incredibly socially awkward and a lil shy

  Thanks for visiting my blog and reading my garbage

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[colecatalanculturalstudies]

Blog Post #3: Raval - Youth Global Center

The Raval Area was a very welcoming and open space that had a great sense of social well being. The area had a wide variety of people in the space and a very diverse community. The public spaces were very impressive and were very diverse in purpose. While walking through the area I felt a sense of community and a lot of the public places were impressive establishments within a unique environment. One of the buildings that struck me the most was the old church that was totally transformed in a library and cafe space.

Old Church Transformed into a Library:

Sociology Building:

Public Library:

CCCB:

The Raval area is historically known for the time of political turmoil that occurred during the olympics. The right side of the area was known for drug dealing and poor living conditions. One of the first quests in preparation for the olympics was the social change transformation through school openings, new housing and affordable locations to live, and other forms to create a new social space rather than implementation of police force. The are is known for being one of the busiest and most central locations of Barcelona and the spending of public money

Map of Raval:

MACBA: This was the busiest area that we visited on our trip. There was a combination of skateboarders, people hanging out, and some just casually walking through the space due to its central location. There is also the museum which is very popular and hosts many cultural events and concerts in the summer.

Albert Raurich Projects: This was a restaurant/bar in the neighborhood that had many different posters and pictures representing the culture in the area. The space seemed very local and as you can see in the image there is the human towers in some of the pictures and news articles.

Placa de les Caramelles: This was a very open plaza with multiple parks in it. There was a variety of people using the public spaces ranging in age and nationality. There was a large amount of families in the area with their kids and dogs and was a very welcoming space overall.

Convent dels Angels: An impressive example of gothic architecture that has great historical representation. One of the areas where the symbol of angels can be seen in Barcelona.

Symbols: A lot of the signs and symbolism present in the neighborhood help explain the nature of the area. I would describe it as a unique, supportive area where different people can express themselves in unique forms. In the first image you can see notions of working conditions and how workers of Barcelona have historically and still are not receiving proper compensations. A lot of the neighborhood consists of the working class and this is apparent through the symbolism in the area as you can see in the second image as well. The next images represent the desire for social creativity and for different people being able to express themselves in unique forms. The last image is one of the most important symbolic aspects found in the area. It demonstrates the importance of peoples voices and the signs show a sense of community surrounding political ideology.

Conclusion: The area of Raval district of Barcelona has become one of the centers for alternative cultures in Europe during the period because of the importance of social change that occurred. Instead of adding more cops and more security to the area the city took a very progressive approach by adding funds to the public spaces in the neighborhood. A lot of the area's success can be explained by the city's ability to increase social wellbeing and is one of this is one of the main reasons why the area is such a booming diverse area. The neighborhood has everything you would need and allows diverse cultures to be present at the same time and this can be explained by the transformation to social, public spaces.

[everydayhybridity]

It came to my attention that this recap of an interview I did last January on BBC5Live  with Sarah Brownlow has been receiving renewed attention. I don’t think I posted it before... so here it is now.

[naikirfan]

Ammar & Affan Skating

[teachanarchy]

Watch "Pushing for Inclusivity in Skateboarding" on YouTube

[rancidpancakebatter]

Grip Tape-Chapter 4 [P.P.]

Pairings: Peter Parker x AFAB Reader

Summary: Peter offers to teach you how to skateboard and who are you to say no? This is a pre-bite fic so we get to enjoy Peter Parker in his full Dorky Display.

Word Count: 3k words

Content: MINORS DNI: 18+ Swearing, Marijana Use, Underage Drinking, Bullying

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Chapter Summary: Your first lesson! Some flirting, some Parker charm, ya know the works :)

A/N: I lied but next chapter I promise promise Your schedule: Sociology, English, Chemistry, Spanish, Yearbook, Calculus Peter’s Schedule: English, Maths, Chemistry, Study hall, US History, Shop

Also, you live with just your dad. And no he’s not abusive. 

Peter walks you back to your locker to put everything up. “Ya know,” he starts, “You don’t have to make me lunch”. You started fidgeting with the wicker in your hands. 

You can’t look into his eyes suddenly embarrassed. You knew it was weird. Monday you happened to have leftovers, coming every day with food for the both of you was a lot. But today with a whole smorgasbord of sandwich shit was too far and you knew it. You didn’t know what to say so you just shrugged while continuing to stare at the ground, counting the blue freckles in the tile. 

You got to your locker and began putting up both your lunch and your jacket. In the process your outer shirt started to come off, giving Peter a perfect view of just enough of your back. He flushed and turned his head immediately in an attempt to be respectful and not creepy. 

You fixed your shirt and grabbed your backpack. The day was halfway through and your next two classes would be a breeze. You always finished your Spanish assignment halfway through the class and spent the rest doing whatever homework you did have. 

Peter cleared his throat to get your attention. He seemed nervous, scratching the nape of his neck, his other hand placed firmly in his pocket, as if on a time out. 

“Which way are you headed?” You told him you were on your way to nourish your mind with the teachings of Señora Barnes and he laughed. 

You took that as a sign that not everything was ruined like you had believed it to be 5 seconds ago. Peter told you he had study hall and could walk you to class. 

Your brain was running so fast that it was processing too slow. You were in a daze and so embarrassed by it. Peter was walking with you, to class, and people could see. 

They could see the way he leans down slightly to say something softly and how you’d giggle at the joke he didn’t want anyone else to hear. They could see the way he sometimes rested his hand on your backpack to help you navigate a crowd. They could see your blush and permanent smile. They could see it all. 

Peter wasn’t thinking about everyone else, just you. He was thinking about how close you guys were together, hands brushing, almost touching. He thought about how you would lean into him when he bent down to make a joke, a joke only for you to hear. He thought about how you seemed comfortable with him grabbing your backpack and wondered if he could get away with grabbing your shoulder, or even your hand. 

You stopped by the door to your next class. The bright colours inside already giving you a headache. Peter stopped in front of you and leaned against the lockers, neither of you said anything for a while. Just blushing and smiling and dodging eye contact. 

“What class do you have last?” The words left your mouth so fast that you didn’t even realise they were your words at first. Peter looked at you cockeyed for a moment, as if he was still processing your words. 

“We have to meet up somewhere so we can get on the bus together.” Peter then let out another puff of air that was almost a laugh before telling you he had shop. You decided to meet there as it was closest to the buses. 

The warning bell went off and Peter gave you a two-fingered, loose wrist salute before pushing off the wall of lockers and heading down the hall. You couldn’t help yourself. You knew that you needed to go sit down but you were right there and you had five minutes to do it. You wouldn’t be late. So taking some extra time to watch Peter walk down the almost vacant hall wouldn’t hurt. 

You watched as he did a little bounce step in the hall and brought your hand up to cover your giggle. He glanced around, working up the courage to look back. His eyes met yours and he smiled noticing you hadn’t moved. He turned back feeling suddenly very confident and made his way to the library. 

The day flew by and you were very excited to meet Peter. You stopped by your locker to gather your things and check your makeup in the mirror. You did any touch-ups necessary and made your way to the shop room. You were lucky enough to dodge this class opting for home ec. instead.

You made your way in, looking for that mop of curly hair. You rounded tables with stacked chairs and saw him in the back. He had his headphones in and was placing something on the back shelf. You ran up and tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped and turned around, his surprise melting into a toothy grin as he took out one of his headphones. 

“Hey,” You loved the way he was looking at you and you were beginning to melt happily under his gaze. You pointed to the shelf, “What you got there?”

He let out another breathy laugh. “It’s a clock, I just finished staining it.” 

It was sitting there on the shelf, surrounded by what you assumed were various stages of clocks. His was easily your favourite. It was shaped like a house, with a slanted roof and a little door. It was a dark reddish-brown colour, you saw a small can next to it labelled “English Chestnut”. There was a circle of wood above the door slotted in there like a puzzle piece, a light pine colour. You assumed that was the original shade of the little clock house. 

You didn’t get to admire it much longer as Peter drew your attention away, “We should probably get going.”

You wove your way through the throng of children and yellow buses. Yours was usually in the front. You greeted Sally as usual but she stopped you when she noticed Peter. 

“Who's this?” She asked with a cheeky smile. 

“This is Peter, he’s helping me study.” Peter gave an awkward wave to the kind lady.

Sally didn’t pester you much more as you took your usual seat toward the back. You put your bag between your legs and let the basket rest on your lap, Your board tucked carefully under your feet. Peter did the same. You went to grab your earbuds before you felt a tap on your shoulder, you looked up to see Peter offering one of his. 

“You may not like anything I play but you can queue whatever you want.” He said with a nervous smile. You took it telling him you listened to all kinds of music and you were sure there was something on there you liked. 

The ride went by in comfortable silence. Both of you bobbing your heads to the rhythm and giggling at the other. You were sitting very close to him, your arms tucked against each other, thighs rubbing on every bump. You’d be lying if you said the proximity wasn’t exciting to you. Peter wouldn’t even try to lie about it if asked. 

Your stop was coming up next and you told him as such so you could gather your things. You told Sally you would see her Monday and she said “See ya then!” before closing the door, like she always did. Peter stood by the stop sign waiting for you to tell him where to go. 

You suddenly felt nervous, You didn’t have a lot of people at your house normally. You went to school and work and that was it really. You used to have a lot of friends but you all grew up and grew apart. It never really bothered you, that’s just the way it is. However, you didn’t tell your dad that Peter was coming over. 

You didn’t think anything of it until now but you had never really had a boy over before. This wasn’t a conversation you had had with your father. Would he be upset? Was he allowed inside? You didn’t know. 

Your dad would be home in a couple of hours. You unlocked the front door and started making your way to your room upstairs. When you entered you realized you didn’t have time to clean before school so all of your clothes were everywhere. 

You audibly gasped and you heard steps quickly behind you. 

“What? What is it?” He grabbed your shoulder to move you from the doorway, separating you from whatever threat you spotted. He looked and didn’t see any. You quickly moved past him grabbing hangers from the floor. 

“I’m so sorry my room is such a mess!” Peter took a deep breath at your words and began to chuckle as he watched you dart around the small space.

“I swear it’s not usually like this!” You continued to ramble about how embarrassed you were. Peter found it utterly adorable. He hadn’t realized it yet but he had started making a note of things you did and didn’t like. 

You liked orange chicken and fried rice, You didn’t like not knowing the answers. You liked to be organised and you didn’t like hentai. You liked skating but you didn’t like falling. You liked shaped sandwiches but not fake plants. And now he knew you liked your room to be clean. He would try his best to respect that as he was in your space. 

You hung everything up and shoved the rest into drawers. You realized that Peter was just standing there awkwardly in the doorway (with a smile on his face) this whole time. 

“Oh my god, I didn’t even offer you water or anything! Are you hungry? Do you want a snack?” At this Peter doubled over, you were confused in what way you being a terrible host was funny. He crossed the room and rested his hands on your shoulders before taking a dramatic deep breath. You felt excitement and fear, what was happening? He did it again looking at you and you only grew more confused.

“Now your turn.” Was all he said as he searched your face, for what you couldn’t tell. You took a shaky breath and he shook his head.

“Come on, you got it, like this.” He took another deep breath, slowly raising his shoulders and letting them drop. You closed your eyes and followed his lead. You felt much better and decided to do it again. 

When you opened your eyes he was wearing a soft smile, “There you go…you’re okay.” You let out an airy laugh, dropping your head, and moving your hair out of your face. Peter began to drop his hands from your shoulders, his hands slowly trailing down your arms and stopping just above your elbows before he let go. 

You looked back up and for a second got lost in his gaze. Your blinds were open and the afternoon sun was coming in, the light getting caught in his eyes. You fantasized for a moment about swimming in golden pools. 

“Would you like some water?” Peter smiled nodding his head. You left the dresser making your way back to the door before waving Peter to follow you. You offered to take his coat and he obliged, taking both of your coats to the rack by the front door. 

You made your way back to the kitchen where Peter had taken a seat at the island on one of the bar stools. You grabbed two glasses and filled them up with the fridge. 

“You have a nice house” Peter was trying to make small talk and you appreciated it.

“Thanks, my dad and I have only been here two years or so. We used to live off of 38th, the apartments over there.”

You placed the glass down in front of him and stayed on your side of the counter. It’s not that you didn’t want to be next to Peter but you also didn’t want to be…weird. 

“Where's your restroom?” You directed him to the downstairs one. While he was away you began to feel anxious again. You shot off a quick text to your dad letting him know you had a friend over. 

Not too long after Peter had emerged again. “So…skate first or homework or neither?” 

You grabbed your board and your gear. You felt kind of silly with all your padding on when Peter didn’t even have a helmet. Peter didn’t think you looked silly at all, in fact, he just added this moment to another list he didn’t realize he was making: Things that Make (Y/n) Utterly Adorable. 

“There's a really cool spot around here that I like to go to, maybe 10 minutes?” You agreed, realizing that you would agree to go anywhere with this boy. He could have said, “We’re gonna march into Austria with nerf guns and hope for the best” and you would have agreed just as quickly. 

You only almost fell twice on the ride there, wrong foot placement or pushing too hard and losing your balance, but Peter never said anything about it. He only slowed down a bit and told you when you were gonna turn. 

When you got there the sun was starting to get low, you maybe had two hours of daylight left, and you planned to make it count. He took you to an abandoned shipyard. Huge crates were pushed against the walls and chains were hanging from the ceiling. Peter let out a cheer and it echoed off the walls, scaring off a few birds who had taken shelter in the rafters. He looked to you with a huge grin, “You go!”

You dropped your jaw letting out a scoff, “No, no, I’m oka-” Peter cut you off letting out another loud “whoo”. He turned to look at you again, you stood there mouth still hanging. He fired off another. You began to laugh and he did it again. This went on for some time before he stopped, laughing he said, “I’m not gonna stop until you join me.”

You laughed again, “Peter-” 

“Whooo!”

“Peter Park-”

“Whooo!”

“Oh my god”

“Whooo!”

“Someone’s gonna call the cops!”

“Whooo!”

You were trying to shout over him but he didn’t care. He even pointed at his ear as if indicating he couldn’t hear you. Eventually, you relented. You turned your head to the ceiling, balled your fists and closed your eyes and joined him. It was shaky, your voice not used to ever being this loud. 

You turned your gaze to Peter who somehow had an even bigger smile on his face. You laughed along with him and he took a step closer. “Come on! You can do better than that!” 

You gaped at him, “Are you serious? That was a good one!”

He took another step, shaking his head, “Please! You can do better and we both know it!”

“No! That was a good-”

“Whooo!”

“Not aga-”

“Whooo!”

You took a deep breath letting one rip from your chest. You didn’t know if you were feeling your voice reverberate off your ribs or the walls. 

It was quiet for a moment then Peter began clapping. You hid your face laughing. He was laughing too. “Now that!” he declared, “was a good one.” 

He focused on trying to teach you how to do a tic tac. “It’s like a wheelie and you use it to turn.” He demonstrated first by going in a circle, popping the front wheels up, twisting a bit, landing, and then popping the wheels up again, until he had made a complete circle. He did that a few times and then stopped, picked up his board, and then gestured to you. 

You took a deep breath before you shakily stepped onto the rough wood. You held your arms out in a feeble attempt to gain balance. As you put more weight on your back foot you let out a yelp. You were moving back much faster than you anticipated and that made your brain panic. You felt the grip tape pull at the tread of your shoe as you started to fall back. 

You braced for the impact of the cold concrete but it never came. Instead, you were greeted by long arms and warmth. After your brain processed that you were not injured you realised Peter had run behind you. He had his arms slotted underneath yours and your back was against his chest. He hadn’t let you fall. 

He was mumbling reassurances, “I got ya, I got ya” and “You’re alright” and you believed him. He helped you stand back up and you laughed at yourself. Peter took that as a sign that you were okay. He ran to get your board, which had tucked itself under a pallet. 

He placed it back down in front of you. You stepped on the back part and raised your other to lower the board back onto the ground. Before you could push down Peter had grabbed your biceps, just above the elbow.

“Here” 

You froze, looking up at him.

“I don't want you to fall again. You can use me as balance.”

You nodded your head before focusing back on your foot. You put it down and focused on keeping your balance. This part was easy. You practised it in your driveway many times. Now you had to do it in reverse. Peter sensed your hesitancy and gave you a small squeeze. You took a deep breath and started to lean back again, relying heavily on Peter. 

You heard the clap of the wood as it collided with the concrete. It was wobbly, your legs shaking and your board moving side to side on the way down, not nearly as smooth as Peter’s. You peered up at Peter again and he was wearing a wide grin, looking at your feet, then back at you. 

To say his smile was infectious would be irresponsible. I mean it definitely was. If Peter Parker smiled everyone who saw it would have to smile. It was a law as absolute as gravity. However, Peter’s smile was also lethal. It stole the air from your lungs and turned your brain to fog. He was happy because of you. He was proud of you. He was smiling because of you. You realised at that moment that that was your favourite feeling in the world.

“Good job (Y/n), let’s just do that a couple more times and then we’ll add the turning.”

[justsayinghi5]

I’ve got some fresh headcanons over here. Dw if it’s a bit incoherent it’s like brain sketches

Before:

I’m very very sure Marty isn’t the only skateboarder in his highschool, or like he’d be the sort of person to ride in the back of a pickup truck. Maybe Needles roped him into shoplifting something dumb like chips or VHS tapes. I just want Marty doing Normal Teenager Things.

Lorraine probably kept herself in a stagnant marriage due to the sunk cost fallacy. She doesn’t physically harm her children, that’s too far, but she excuses her worse parenting as tough love. She managed to quit cigarettes… by filling those spaces with alcohol.

George loves routines. He loves how unexciting and simple they are because he doesn’t have to worry about some big responsibility.

I don’t know how to explain it, but he kinda spends his life waiting for the next time Biff will show up, lick his boots, and then go back to waiting. His life revolves around Biff in a terrible way, and he’s always tense. I think I just headcanoned him having anxiety.

He’s a doormat, but not stupid; every now and then some spark of a more confident self will show up if he knows his children are doing something obviously reckless. He did lecture Marty about hitching cars on his skateboard like a normal parent, but gave up after Marty kept doing it anyway.

Dave is the most affected by the turbulent household due to being the oldest, and in moments he always swiftly regrets, takes it out on his siblings. His dad’s love of sci-fi wore off on him, and curiously watches Dr. Brown from the side of the Burger King during breaks. He will never have the courage to talk to him, and when Marty becomes friends with the man, Dave satiates his curiosity through Marty. His questions are always disguised as disapproval.

Linda tragically mastered the art of placating the household during its most stressful moments. She kinda has the vibes of a Disney adult. Maybe. Ends up loving 90’s and 00/10’s fashion.

Jennifer is 1 million percent a prep. Sometimes helps the pinheads if they happen to be making music in her vicinity, like a second opinion for things the band argues over. She even makes lyrics for a song that Marty encourages her to refine.

Doc’s past is better analyzed by other people on this site, but some of my thoughts are:

Doc abhors spiritualism, he is a Man Of All Sciences. Well, most of them. His weaker spots are psychology and sociology. The 60’s were not a time that meshed with his personality. Ends up listening to a bit of Elton John, some old 1920’s jazz, and Oingo Boingo because that would be playing whilst working on simple, arduously long tasks to keep his focus.

Ends up with looser ethics after spending thirty years alone with a time machine that Needs to be built. My man spent 0 time wondering about the ethics of time travel this time around outside of some theories. Loneliness is bad for people. It’s why he ends up fucking leaving Jennifer in the car during BTTF 2. He gets better after some time in 1885.

Clara adores the human brain, like even now there’s so much to learn about it. She’d be a scientist if it was socially acceptable but she is waveringly content with teaching the various sciences that make her heart flutter. Her first love is knowledge.

During:

I’ve always felt like this is a bit supernatural in places.

LP and TP Marty switch timelines as they improve, and leave behind empty timelines with a dead Doc and missing Marty. There is an improved LP I will probably elaborate on later.

After Marty gets back to 1985, Doc was still acting out the first loop without the vest, then the timeline gradually updates his condition when Marty flipped him over and turned away, the timeline properly updated and he lifted himself off the concrete.

Doc has memories from both timelines without overwriting because twin pine doc was dying/dead and his consciousness couldn’t put up much of a fight with lone pine doc’s memories. They kinda merge into the same person??? I have a chart of this somewhere and a fun comic idea

Subsequently, Doc knows what dying feels like, and can tell with frightening accuracy whether or not someone will survive an injury. A few incidents with Mad Dog tannen’s victims, CPR, and an isolated incident with the Heimlich maneuver create some different rumours about him. He’s unnerved when some of the more religious townsfolk call him an angel with grave seriousness.

There’s this constant blank feeling in the back of his head, and the faint sound of a heart monitor echoes in his mind in silent moments. Doc is at a loss for the sensation for years until someone’s account of a near-death experience describes the feeling exactly.

George’s strong love of science fiction is echoed by the rest of the town, and some people Marty interacted with in the 50’s end up with wildly varying theories on who Calvin Klein was.

Even with a bad hand, Marty still makes music with synths. It will never be the same, but he made peace with it in his 20’s.

Jennifer does not like time travel after stumbling into her future self, fainting, and waking up at home. She only goes when she feels it’s necessary and there are no other options. Eventually, her opinion pulls a 180 and she yearns to recycle the delorean for both herself and Marty. Reads Flatland at some point.

After:

Jennifer goes into engineering/physics and builds another time machine from the Delorean’s temporal modifications.

Doc somewhat believes in destiny, a near-death experience would do it. Owns a salt lamp.

Doc and Clara are in more of a QPR, but they’ll never call their relationship that. It’s just a bit different from most.

Jules and Verne aren’t Doc and Clara’s biological children. They were adopted after the train hijacking or something to do with Doc's presence in 1885 led to the deaths/separation of their parents. It was at least slightly out of guilt, but not the whole reason why.

The stories about the delorean crashing in 1885 survive to the present day as ghost/campfire stories about a spaceship

Due to weird time travel stuff, a person’s actions may be railroaded into specific movements or words to prevent paradoxes, like the fainting thing. It’s how the recording in BTTF 1 always remains consistent.

[minourp]

High school AU brain rot time besties!!

Ty is the new kid on the block

Attending Flatirons High 😎

(The Crater™ is the town everyone lives in)

People avoid him because ew, new kid, but also big scary

Also he's the adopted son of the terrifying new principal, Mama Rhyolite

(Rhyolite is an oc made by my friend Red and I love her

She's very big and intimidating but a total softie

I drew her once but I'm not satisfied so I need to draw her again)

D-Structs is the resident bully, of course

Everyone tended to stay in their cliques before (like the herds)

Revvit the valedictorian at your service

Top in all his classes, as he should be

In the robotics club with Ace

Ton-Ton the track star ⭐

The Dumps were his old skateboard buddies from middle school :)

Skya's in volleyball 😌

Dozer adamantly refuses to participate in sports or clubs

Waldo takes a shop class (wood work n construction babey)

He was once put on the ballot for student council. He politely declined

Click-Clack? Not emotionally ready for clubs but he visits his friends in theirs <3

Ty wants to join rugby or wrestling once he's settled in

Rev helps the others with their homework

Especially Ton-Ton

Also the tools all went to the same elementary and middle school

George teaches sociology and social studies (history)!!

Cera and Tops are his teaching assistants

Flynt is a gym teacher 💪

Chunk and Crunk are lunch ladies ...guys

Blayde, Splitter, and Pounder are transfer students I'm pretty sure

D-Stroy? He was in juvie :)

That's why he was absent from the school for a while

And that would also probably keep him in a similar grade to D-Structs, despite being older

Garby is head of the cooking club thing 🍽

Skya and Ace often got dress-coded by certain teachers so Ty and Ton-Ton wore "revealing" outfits in protest. The girls stopped getting dress-coded after that

Xee was homeschooled previously

Hudnut goes to a neighboring school

Snowblazer too, but farther out ❄

Fieldtrip??

Would that make the pteracopters.... school bus drivers??? 🚌

Drillian and Auger are school mechanics and often work in the boiler room (hehe underground)

And the twins are likely enrolled at the school

The Ottos! Are foreign exchange students :D

The volcano!!! The school almost closed down permanently!! Everyone would have been split up!! 🌋 :(

The garage.. is an after school hangout?

Maybe the ore station is a free school lunch program they helped set up??

No clue how the trux wash fits in yet

You can pry school dance scenarios out of my cold, dead hands

Prom too!!

The tortools!! Are leetol kids at the next door daycare that broke loose into the high school one day and imprinted on Dozer!!

The gluphs are theater kids

Blayde and Dozer went to the same elementary

She stole his crayons and he never forgave her 😤

Maybe when D-Structs (and company) kicked them out and they had to travel back by sea, maybe that was a field trip?

And D-Structs made them get lost? Then fooled the chaperone(s) into thinking they were still there

So they literally all got left behind :,)

As for the Dreadtrux and all the later seasons, I have yet to come up with stuff for

But it's not like this is a short list by any means

So thanks for making it to the end!! 💖

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(Ps remembered this misc doodle of Ty and Mama Rhyolite I did)

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AUTHOR REC: only_angel_28 / @beau-soleil-louis​

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a week and thirteen days (1k)

Harry falls in love with the morning sun. 

I can’t do this alone (sometimes I just need a light) (7.8k)

“Harry,” he says after another contemplative moment, “can I hug you?”

It’s been...well, Harry doesn’t actually know how long it’s been. Less than an hour, probably, but already Louis says his name like it’s safe in his mouth, and now he’s opening his arms like Harry could be safe there too.

“Please,” Harry nearly sobs, and sinks into him the way butter melts on toast. It’s an apt metaphor, really, because what Louis is giving him is as essential and sustaining as a loaf of bread to a starving man. His basic need for physical affection is as vital as his need for sustenance, for sleep, and he can’t believe he’s allowed himself to ignore it for so long.

Or: Harry is having a rough time. Louis is the kind stranger who makes him smile again.

I think I’m falling (I’m falling for you) (6.8k)

Louis is a disaster gay on a skateboard. Harry is a beautiful, quirky stranger on a bicycle. Their first encounter really makes a splash.

Bloom (just for you) (495)

“Do you ever think about boys?”

The words fall from Louis’ lips casually, but they’re fragile like a gossamer thread, a single silken strand from a spider’s web of labyrinthine thoughts. They’re the product of literal months of careful introspection, of soul-searching and agonizing and over-thinking. They’re words that he’s never dared to utter aloud, a mirror of his own swirling inner-turmoil of thoughts. Thoughts he previously held tightly to his chest, locked away in his heart along with all his other feelings regarding his best friend.

*Or the arrival of spring brings a new beginning for Harry and Louis.

dopamine (7.8k)

Louis honestly doesn’t know how he gets himself into these types of situations.

Well, actually, that’s a lie. He’s doing this because he needs the money, and because he’s curious. And, okay, maybe because he might be a little bit lonely too. He has always had what his mother affectionately calls an “adventurous spirit.” Couple that with being a (tragically single) broke grad student and voila! here he is scrawling his signature on a release form provided by the university’s sociology department. Essentially, he is agreeing to snog a stranger on camera for the sake of science.

Shouldn’t be a problem, right? All he has to do is lock lips with a (hopefully) fit bloke, collect his money, and be on his way. Easy peasy. Little does he know, fate has other plans for him in the form of one adorably quirky art student who goes by the name of Harry Styles.

How Would You Feel (If I Told You I Loved You) (81k)

An AU inspired by the music video for Ed Sheeran's song Perfect featuring two idiots who are too thick to see that their friendship is anything but platonic, lots of pining, too many terms of endearment to count, a wedding, slow dancing, a couple of steamy hot tub moments, karaoke, snow, a healthy dose of cuddling, love confessions, and Harry and Louis being quite generous to each other.

*Or the one where Harry has been in love with his best friend for four years, and New Year's Eve at his family's holiday home in Switzerland is perfect for finally telling Louis how he feels.

Breathe Me (13k)

The story of what happens when Harry finds a stranger sleeping inside the car his late grandfather left him.

“Louis?” Harry queries softly, his voice nothing more than a whisper. “Why are you living in my car?”

Louis sighs, and this time it’s laced with a mixture of sadness and exhaustion, the sound of it tugging at Harry’s heartstrings. “Long story,” he says finally with a weak smile.  

“Will you tell me?” Harry prods gently, his demeanor akin to that of someone approaching a wild animal with their arms outstretched in a gesture of submission. “You don’t have to, like—I mean…it’s just, I’m a pretty good listener, and you seem like maybe you could use a friend?”

“What gave me away?” Louis jokes dryly.

*Or the one where Harry has a broken heart, Louis has a broken home, and all it takes is one night together for them to fall in love.

You got that something, I got me an appetite (5.9k)

After years of being forced to hide their relationship, Harry and Louis decide to come out with a bang.

Shape of You (11k)

“Seriously?” Surely, Harry must be joking. Louis arches a skeptical brow and snaps the waistband of Harry’s joggers playfully. “What exactly do you have down there, Styles? I know you’ve got four nipples, d’ya have a couple extra bollocks as well or summat?”

“No!” Harry shrieks, his voice bordering on shrill. “No,” He repeats a little quieter, calmer, “I just—I’m, er, kinda…big, I guess.”

Louis rolls his eyes in fond exasperation. “That’s hardly a problem, curly.”

*Or Harry is insecure about a certain rather large part of his anatomy that is apparently intimidating to the point where it has actually scared off potential shags. When he ends up confessing this to his best friend and roommate, Louis takes it upon himself to prove that Harry’s size doesn't have to be a curse, and decides to help show him just how perfect he is.

Please Be Naked (17k)

Louis starts squirming, desperately needing something to do with his hands. Needing to do anything, really, to distract him from the perfect male specimen standing naked in front of him. In the end, the only thing he can do is strip out of his own jeans and briefs, which he does with trembling, clumsy fingers, his heart beating out a violent, chaotic rhythm in his chest the entire time.

He hears Harry’s sharp intake of breath, and slowly raises his eyes from where he was staring at his own bare feet to meet his gaze.

“So,” Harry says bashfully, his voice gone even deeper somehow. “We’re naked.”

“Yup,” Louis squeaks.

“You okay?”

No!

“Yup,” Louis repeats, sounding just as unstable as he did the first time.

This is the last favor Louis Tomlinson is ever doing for Zayn Malik. (Because, after today, he’ll be dead, but that’s neither here nor there.)

*Or the one where Louis agrees to help out Zayn with one of his art projects and ends up getting much more than he bargained for.

Hey I Heard You Were A Wild One (If I Took You Home It’d Be A Homerun) (12k)

"Are you out?” Louis huffs a long suffering sigh as he studies Harry from the other side of the bar, the neon from the beer signs making his eyes glow an unnatural shade of blue, and causing Harry to question - not for the first time tonight - if he is real or just some fever dream-esque fantasy conjured up by Harry’s alcohol addled brain.

“You’re fucking kidding me right?” Harry laughs incredulously.

Louis is resolute in his posture as he continues to observe Harry, the slight arch of a brow his only acknowledgement of Harry’s question. That’s fine, Harry decides, it was mostly rhetorical anyway.

“A gay cowboy who rides for a living, can you imagine all the Brokeback Mountain jokes I’d have to endure on a daily basis? I don’t really fancy being compared to Jake Gyllenhaal.”

A hint of a smirk tugs at the corners of Louis’ pursed lips. “Now you’re the one who must be joking, because you are so clearly Heath Ledger in that scenario.”

*Or Harry came to the bar to forget. Louis gives him a night to remember.

Your Love Is My Turning Page When Only The Sweetest Words Remain (8.4k)

“Crying already, Styles?” Louis chides him teasingly, unable to contain the smile that’s breaking across his face.

“So what if I am? What are you going to do about it?” Harry sniffs indignantly.

Louis makes a show of pretending to consider this, steepling his fingers in front of his chest and giving Harry a contemplative once-over.

“Marry you.” He decides, smirking at Harry.

“Guess you won’t be able to call me Styles much longer then.” Harry counters, biting down on his own barely-contained grin.

“Guess not.” Louis agrees happily.

Say You Won’t Let Go (5.7k)

Harry hates flying. Louis is the kind stranger who helps him when he gets sick in the airport restroom. The rest, as they say, is history.

Back To You (5.8k)

"Hello?" His voice came out all high and breathy like an anxious school girl, and he cringed internally at how wrecked he sounded already.

"Lou?"

Harry's voice was the same as ever, deeper than the sea and somehow both gravelly and smooth as silk. Harry was full of infuriating little contradictions like that. It drove Louis crazy. He had spent a good portion of his life questioning if Harry Styles was actually even human; on paper he just didn't make sense. He was an enigma, an anomaly, the exception to every rule.

*After dropping his new single, "Back To You" Louis gets a text from Harry inquiring about the true inspiration for the song.

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ABOUT NIA.

nia, 9teen! she/her. writer. artist. university student. egyptian canadian immigrant. arabic and spanish speaker. english major. etc., etc., etc. . . . . .

cool! honeydew, web design, boxing, when people stick their tongue out at themselves in the mirror, realistic conspiracy, music, languages, self confidence, coding, the sun and the moon, writing/music/film theory, squishmallows, guns and knives, fashion, psychology/philosophy/sociology/anthropology/mythology/history/astrology/spirituality, weird art, skateboarding, travel, sneakers, doberman dogs, self growth and discovery.

gross! plagiarizers, winter, raspberries, anti-dc, wattpad, headaches, intolerance, “baddies,” when people look at my screen, victim complex, tobey maguire spider-man movies, tobey maguire, needles, children-haters, not respecting author’s choices, chihuahuas, the loud and uneducated, mommy kink, the feeling right above your butthole when you sneeze too hard.