#temp nola

[enthyrea]

j + j mardi gras 2024 <3

happy mardi gras y’all! i couldn't not draw some macheresin to celebrate!

laissez les bons temps rouler :)

[p-redux]

Sam IS in New Orleans like I posted earlier!

Omg, he's going to have so much fun! I love everything about New Orleans--the food, the people, the music, the you can drink alcohol in the streets, the history, the accents...everything except the humidity in summer. But hey, he was just in Miami and Key West, so he's already used to it.

Let the good times roll, or as they say in NOLA, laissez les bons temps rouler!

[tinydefector]

Marine Centre 2- merformers Au

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: mention of wounds.

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PHYSICAL EXAM / TREATMENT RECORD: Big Blue

Species: Oceanides. Sex: Hermaphrodite/ Pod Bull

Age: 50+yrs

Recent illness/injury: lacerations to back/ dorsal/ shoulder. Injuries received from altercations with The Meg ( Aggressor), believed to be due to feeding. (Wounds are healing, no sign of infection)

Behaviour: Gentle, Social.

PHYSICAL EXAM Examined by: Dr Bayley Quin

time:12:42pm

Date: 23/05/XXXX

Wt 253.592 Kg. Temp 21.8°c

GA:

Blue and red Oceanide with swirling patterns across the body, fins and gills are red fading into blue. Larger than any of His Pod. Eyes: blue

INTEG: covered in many scars from, Fighting, feeding and Mating.

External Parasites: lamprey

RAVS Animal Condition Score: Good

Reason for RAC Score assigned: For Release out of Pool 4

Addtl Comments: big blue has recovered remarkable from his injuries and is ready to be set back out to the Lagoons with his pod.

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PHYSICAL EXAM / TREATMENT RECORD: The Meg

Species: Oceanides. Sex: Hermaphrodite/ Pod Bull

Age: 50+yrs

Recent illness/injury: lacerations to head and stomach/ bite wounds to arm. Injuries received from altercations with Big blue ( The Meg was the Aggressor), believed to be due to feeding. Wounds still have not headled due to scratching.

Behaviour: aggressive, Terratioral, temperamental.

PHYSICAL EXAM Examined by: Dr Bayley Quin

time:2:54pm

Date: 21/05/XXXX

Wt 269.52 Kg. Temp 24.8°c

GA:

Dark grey, light grey with red markings, fins and gills are red . Larger than any of the Oceanides in the centre. Eyes: red

INTEG: covered in many scars from territory fighting, feeding, and mating.

External Parasites: none

RAVS Animal Condition Score: bad

Reason for RAC Score assigned: request to keep Meg in Pool 3

Addtl Comments: the Meg still hasn't fully healed due to scratching and grinding against the pool floor.

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PHYSICAL EXAM / TREATMENT RECORD: Cherry

Species: Oceanides. Sex: Hermaphrodite

Age: 30+yrs

Recent illness/injury: scale Rot on running up tail and fins

Behaviour: (normally) hyper, Social. (Recently): withdrawn, Depressed.

PHYSICAL EXAM Examined by: Dr Bayley Quin

time:1:08m

Date: 26/05/XXXX

Wt 221.32 Kg. Temp 24.2°c

GA:

Red, black and Grey Oceanide. Eyes: blue

INTEG: scales have been showing severe signs of Scale rot,

RAVS Animal Condition Score: bad

Reason for RAC Score assigned: to be kept in Pool 2 until medicine Takes effect.

Addtl Comments from (-----l : Cherry has fallen really badly into Depression, request for Shimmer to be allowed to visit and stay with until recovered.

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Addtl comment from (Dr Bayley Quin): Permission granted, I'd ask that Strom, Screech And Whistler be let out of Pool 7.

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The centre is rather quiet in the afternoon with only a few people being there this late. "Afternoon Nola, how are you handling the flyers?" They call out to the older woman.

Nola sighs wearily as her younger co-worker approaches. "Those rusalka give me more trouble than all the others combined, I swear," she grumbles accent coming out thick.

Gesturing out toward the large pool the three currently rest in, she continues, "They hardly stay put long enough for a proper check! Always zooming about." She huffs.

"Whistler is a right negodyay," Nola remarks with a shake of her head. "I'll keep an eye on them tonight, but going to go check Big man and make sure he eats today, then I'll feed the demons before letting them out, Quins gave me the go ahead to let them back out to the pods" they state with a chuckle.

Nola nods sagely at the caretaker's plan. "You do that, dear - wouldn't do to have the big lug go hungry. Just take it slow and watch Him. one wrong move and..." She mimes a massive set of dentae snapping shut for emphasis.

“I will Nola, he's not that bad, he's just a grumpy big lug, ain't the first time I've fed him, think it's the reason Quin has me feeding most of them.” They remark while scooping fish into the buckets and barriers on the cart out of the fish pools.

"Hey there Big Man" they say softly walking to the edge of the water standing there to see what mood the large grey Oceanide is in. "Are you going to try and eat me again?" They call out. Within the pool's cool depths, a massive form begins slowly stirring their approach. After all, the Oceanides could feel the vibrations of their steps. The Meg glances toward them with a rumble, crimson eyes glinting with annoyance.

His fins and gills flare briefly as if to try and scare them off but after it doesn't work a grumbling noise comes from him. They slowly sat at the edge waiting for him to come closer, even if he didn't let them touch it at least gave them the opportunity to check his wounds to make sure they were healing.

They bring the bucket of fish to sit beside them almost like bribery. "Don't you growl at me" they call out with a glare while grabbing a fish and holding it up to see what they had for him. With immense leisure he slowly prowls closer through the water.

He circles the tiny creature slowly, letting the churning wake of his bulk send ripples lapping at the pool's edge in a rumbling wave of threat. But as they make no move borne of fear, merely proffering bribes of fuel and medical care, a grudging respect glints within those warped features.

They put on a brave face while lowering the squirming fish into the water, holding it by the mouth. "Come on Big man, just want to see how you're healing" they say softly while waiting for him to approach.

His maw parts, releasing a snarl that vibrates the waters ominously - yet he doesn't charge or attack. He swims close, browling again before taking the Fish from their hand.

The fish vanishes into his mouth followed by crunches, a deep rumble leaves his chest and he glares at them waiting for another.

His form seems to ripple and swirl the water as his tail flicks slowly. They are gentle while reaching out very slowly to touch his face checking the fresh scars. Their other hand grabs another fish, holding it out for him to eat. "Gentle big guy, I'll get you more, no ones stealing your fish" they hum.

A disgruntled rumble resonates from his massive frame as their hands trace the recent wounds. The fish vanishes as quickly as the first before a low whistle leaves him as he lets his head rest on their lap as they feed him more fish.

"You need to stop getting into fights with Big blue, gonna get yourself hurt even more. You two bulls are a nightmare sometimes he's not trying to take your pod or fish" they state softly bring the bucket closer so Megatron could pick out the fish he wanted to eat.

His dentae snap down on another before he grabs for the squid and clams, the crunching of the shells echoes in the quiet night. A low, primal snarl rumbles up from the depths of his chest which has them tensing up. His gills flexes and flare, as he sniffs the air.

"Easy big man, easy" they coo, tracing the flared fins of his face. "That angry at him huh?" They nearly whisper. "The more you two fight the more you both end up back in here till your wounds heal, no ocean swimming till you heal"

he hisses, tail lashing hard enough to send waves crashing against the pool's rim. growls leave him and he quickly flicks around away from them. They sigh as he darts back into the water, sitting there for a while before tipping the rest of the bucket into the water so he still had fish, kelp and clams to eat. He submerges himself in the pool's cool concealment once more. They give the large mer one last look before grabbing their cart and leaving him.

Making their way to the next lagoon. The three sea skipping Oceanides head immediately snap towards the newly-arrived scent of food. The trine observers with fierce scarlet eyes, powerful frames arching and twisting through the water with the grace.

Screech breaks the surface first, fins flared with a Shrill. circling nearer the waters edge.

Whistler calls out in a little song of delight to see them wildly, breaking the surface with a splash. "Hello you three, giving Nola trouble again?" They ask rather disapprovingly.

The trine draws near as one, awaiting food eagerly. They sigh as the three mers hiss, thrill and rumble at them. "Yea, yea, I know dinner time." They hum while moving to the cart. "Don't you drag me in!" They warn before tipping the barrel of fish into the water. No sooner do the fish spill into the water than a trill rings out. powerful arms snake about their waist - and with a mighty splash, Whistler drags them into the water!

The seeker coos and thrills madly, spiralling through the depths with his prize clasped close against slick violet and black scales. Bubbles stream from his grinning maw. A deep snarl leaves the Blue Oceanides, only for Whistler to let out a soft whine and he tries nuzzling against them. They cough and spit water, trying to swim to the side not wanting to get caught in the feeding frenzy.

Storm appears quickly snagging them from the purple Mer pulling them safe against his body. It's a deep rumble from Storm, screech subsides with a sulky snarl but quickly swims off to catch fish. They cling onto the blue Oceanides as he slowly helps them back onto the land. "Thank you Storm" water drips from their now drenched uniform. They glare at the other two mers.

The other two continue to cavort and squabble over fish. Storm calls out softly to them which earns him a quick glance. They move back over to another bucket grabbing it grumpily, moving to sit in front of the Blue mer. "Well since those two want to be demons I guess you get the treats" they mutter while pulling out a handful of clams and sea weed for him.

Screech slinks nearer across the waters with a loud purr. Whistler chitters excitedly, zipping through the shallows to plaster himself against his pool mates flank, whining pleadingly.

What really makes the other two mers whine is when they pull out the Squid. Letting Storm eat it smugly. Screech shrill warbling of outrage pierces the quiet air the moment the squid is given to the blue mer. shrieks, and gills flared along with his wings which twitched in barely restrained fury. Whistler writhes and chitters jealousy. He eyes the succulent mollusk. "No you two want to be demons, no treats." They huff out not falling for the thrills and chritters.

A little after they finish feeding they move to open the canal that leads back into the cove. All three shoot up in excitement, jetting out the moment the gate is open. Excited thrills and calls leave them which others echo back at them.

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[ladylingua]

so over on the Tamora Pierce Discord we started having fun with the idea that if Tortall was based off of America, what regional American accents would we match with which places in Tortall, and it was so entertaining to consider I'm bringing it here

so far we've decided:

Trebonders have a strong upper Midwest, Minnesotan accent. To really get the full enjoyment of that you absolutely have to imagine Coram saying "Ope!"

To capture the full breadth of the north, we decided Minchi has a strong Boston accent. He pahks his cahr at hahvahrd yahd!

Port Cayann has the NOLA accent. Laissez les bons temps rouler!

Corus is Pennsylvania. There was debate whether the accent should be a solid Pittsburgh accent or a Philly one. You have to deeply consider whether your heart is more tickled by imagining George calling a group of people "yinz" or referring to literally anything as "jawn".

This is all we have so far, please feel free to argue with me or add more on, this is a group project

[ablackchicnolalife]

Title: "Laissez les bons temps rouler!" - NOLA's Vibrant NYE Soul

Forget those tired, tinsel-strewn snoozefests, y’all. This New Year’s Eve, New Orleans ain’t just ringin’ in the new year, it’s throwin’ a full-blown soul shakedown. Think gumbo pot overflowin’ with fireworks, funky beats so contagious you’ll tap your toes in your sleep, and Crescent City magic thicker than a second line strut. So grab your dancin’ shoes and listen up, ’cause I’m your insider…

[nolafoodporn]

One more slice! I keep trying to step away from the king cake with no success, so I'm just giving in! I enjoyed an excellent slice of chocolate coffee king cake -- soft, danish-like pastry and rich, earthy dark chocolate -- with my highschool friend and fellow food fanatic @adrienlanusse at @pietydesirechoc 💜💚💛 Laissez les bon temps rouler! . . . #chocolatekingcake #nola #magazinestreet #mardigras2023 #eatingnola #nolaeats #purplegreengold #chocolatiers #beantobar (at Piety and Desire Chocolate) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoxW6QxuDGp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kmillspeaks]

It is over HOT out here

Heat Mapping w/ the Citizen Scientists

A citizen scientist is an ordinary inhabitant of a region that utilizes resources, applicable education, and shares knowledge of current health trends with their community to empower and better their neighborhoods. Prime examples of these citizen scientists are those from Richmond, Virginia who are working to address community heat concerns. These citizen scientists included students from the University of Richmond and Virginia Commonwealth University; the Virginia Academy of Science; the City of Richmond’s Sustainability Office; and Groundwork RVA, a Richmond nonprofit organization that engages young people with environmental and social issues in their communities. 

Personally, I think preparing and teaching a citizen sciences short course would require a few steps such as firstly, amassing an appropriate amount of citizens willing to give valiant efforts to the cause. Without numbers, a movement cannot be effectively sustained. I would also gather supplementary learning materials to accompany interactive sessions in which the citizens are educated on the matters at hand. To gauge interest and further retain citizens, I would provide incentive to their efforts as well as pair them with well esteemed and established real world scientists to facilitate more understanding and aid towards what the goal at hand is. 

Some topics that would need to be covered in order to do urban heat island mapping are technology training (in properly utilizing air measurement devices), data analysis (being able to read maps, decipher statistics, etc...), and possible a policy protocol course. I think the last topic would get citizens informed on all of the little things that go into getting a policy changed as well as getting the creative juices going on how to combat dangerous urban heat. 

Planting trees is crucial to the city of New Orleans. Why is this so? We can point to the searing summer temperatures that a humid region such as New Orleans boasts. Those who live without air conditioning, those who work outside, elderly, and with conditions that could be worsened by excessive heat exposure. NOLA Project Tree plants trees near New Orleans homes for citizens that opt in. They want to spread not only an environmentally friendly message, but also emphasize how planting trees can provide vegetative shade and lower temps across the city. Black and impoverished communities especially have less trees and tend to be warmer areas on average because of this. Less than 10% of these areas contain trees. With increased oxygen output from these plants, air quality improves as well. Planting trees can contribute to lower temperatures during the summertime heat and can save lives with the continued efforts of NOLA Project Tree and SOUL. 

Where Do We Need Shade? Mapping Urban Heat Islands in Richmond, Virginia | U.S. Climate Resilience Toolkit

One urban heat island has a plan to bring residents some relief - ABC News (go.com)

[liqueuramere]

À l'amour à la mort

Chronique de La Vérité sur l'Affaire Harry Quebert, Joël Dicker, 2012

Il m'aura fallu une vingtaine de jours pour venir à bout de ce pavé de 850 pages, best-seller du début des années 2010, trimballé de la montagne haut-savoyarde au littoral marseillais tout au long du mois de juillet. Son auteur : Joël Dicker, alors 27 ans au moment de la publication, jeune coqueluche de la littérature suisse romande au sourire Colgate et au regard charmeur - un écrivain à l'époque prisé des plateaux télé, passablement agaçant à mon goût, je dois dire, qui fantasmait ses polars aux États-Unis et qui semblait éprouver une certaine jouissance à conférer à ses récits une dimension métatextuelle (pour se donner un air intelligent, peut-être). Vous l'avez compris, j'avais un apriori très sévère sur ce roman depuis sa sortie, l'impression d'une énième esbroufe littéraire qui n'allait pas résister à l'épreuve du temps. Sauf que, pour ce livre, Joël Dicker, bah, il a gagné des prix. Puis il a continué à écrire des livres. Et son succès n'a pas faibli. Et si finalement La Vérité sur l'Affaire Harry Quebert était un bon roman policier, avec une bonne intrigue et surtout, élément sur lequel je ne transige que peu, une bonne écriture ? Il me fallait vérifier cela par moi-même, et en faire, en bonne grosse brique qu'il était, une lecture estivale.

La Vérité sur l'Affaire Harry Quebert, c'est donc un roman policier qui met en scène des écrivains et qui parle de l'acte d'écrire. Je ne résumerais pas mieux les débuts de l'intrigue que ne le fait l'éditeur sur la quatrième couverture du livre, donc je la reproduis ici :

À New York, au printemps 2008, Harry Quebert, l'un des écrivains les plus respectés du pays, se retrouve accusé d'avoir assassiné, en 1975, Nola Kellergan, une jeune fille de 15 ans, avec qui il aurait eu une liaison. Convaincu de l'innocence de son ami Harry, Marcus Goldman, jeune écrivain à succès, abandonne tout pour se rendre dans le New Hampshire et mener son enquête.

Le personnage de Marcus, narrateur de l'histoire, c'est un peu l'alter ego fantasmé de Joël Dicker : un écrivain en panne d'inspiration qui va trouver dans cette affaire criminelle le sujet rêvé de son prochain livre (je renvoie d'ailleurs aux pages 504-505 de l'édition poche pour constater que Dicker se décrit en creux dans le portrait de son protagoniste). De ce fait, ce dernier se retrouve à mener l'enquête en parallèle de la police, parfois en collaboration avec elle, interrogeant un par un les divers habitants de la ville d'Aurora où a eu lieu le drame, ainsi que son mentor Harry Quebert, afin de tirer au clair ce qui a bien pu se passer trente-trois ans plus tôt. Rencontre après rencontre, la narration procède donc par analepses qui éclairent progressivement l'affaire et mettent en danger le personnage principal, enquêteur novice et un peu fouineur dont la présence ne va pas plaire à tout le monde. Premier bon point : il faut admettre que cette structure éclatée est suffisamment bien pensée pour rester lisible de bout en bout du roman.

En terme de pure construction, je trouve également que l'intrigue de La Vérité sur l'Affaire Harry Quebert est une solide intrigue policière. Sans en révolutionner le genre, Joël Dicker nous mène habilement de suspect en suspect, de faux-semblant en faux-semblant, de manière assez tranquille tout d'abord, avant de s'accélérer dans une troisième partie énergique où s'enchaînent les rebondissements et où tout prend sens. En outre, la mise en abyme de l'écriture qui traverse tout le roman trouve une conclusion et une justification, disons... satisfaisantes, en lien avec l'affaire criminelle.

En revanche, ce à quoi je m'attendais et qui n'a pas loupé, c'est qu'on a le droit dans ce roman à tous les clichés du polar américain : l'écrivain new-yorkais face au syndrome de la page blanche, la petite bourgade en apparence tranquille (mais en apparence seulement), la jeune adolescente candide qui cache un secret plus trouble, etc. Ça passe, mais uniquement si l'on prend tout cela comme un jeu malicieux avec les codes du genre. Dans la même veine, les leçons de Harry Quebert à Marcus Goldman, qui constituent les amorces des chapitres et qui sont autant de pseudo-vérités éculées sur l'écriture, censées mettre en évidence à la fois les affres de la condition d'écrivain et les artifices de la fiction, dont on ne sait jamais vraiment si elles sont à prendre au premier degré (dans ce cas elles sont affligeantes) ou avec ironie (dans ce cas, elles peuvent prêter à sourire). Personnellement, je pencherais plutôt vers la première hypothèse.

Si l'on peut se consoler de ces facilités en se disant que ce ne sont des stéréotypes inoffensifs, il n'en est rien d'un autre qui, pour le coup, est vraiment problématique, à savoir la manière dont est traitée la relation entre Harry Quebert, écrivain charismatique et admiré, et la jeune Nola, adolescente de 15 ans plus que fragile d'un point de vue affectif, qui se met littéralement à idolâtrer le jeune trentenaire. Dans le roman, leur relation est idéalisée et présentée comme une sincère histoire d'amour, et non questionnée comme une relation asymétrique de nature pédophile (ce terme est, il me semble, celui qui convient car la relation n'est décrite que dans sa dimension platonique). Il y a bien des personnages qui s'opposent à cette relation, mais toujours par l'insulte, ce qui les décrédibilise. À la fin, cette vision romantique n'est pas écornée et est même réaffirmée par le narrateur, alors qu'on aurait été en droit d'attendre de Dicker un traitement plus informé et plus nuancé de cette thématique, en posant, à travers au moins l'un des personnages par exemple, un regard critique sur les rapports de pouvoir entre les deux "amants", et non en convoquant un cliché qui flirte avec l'apologie. Quitte à se saisir de cette problématique, autant le faire bien...

Enfin, le style... Je serai tout d'abord magnanime en admettant que La Vérité sur l'Affaire Harry Quebert est un roman qui se lit bien. On tourne, pour sûr, facilement et rapidement les pages, car il n'est pas mal écrit. Seulement, l'écriture de Dicker reste toujours parfaitement banale et sans originalité, explicitant tout dans une grande transparence, ce qui la rend assez fade et largement quelconque. C'est assez ballot de devoir se contenter de cela dans un roman qui met en scène des personnages d'écrivains présentés comme géniaux, à commencer par Marcus Goldman, dont on comprend très vite qu'il est, dans la fiction, l'auteur du livre que nous sommes en train de lire.

En définitive, je résumerais mon sentiment vis-à-vis de ce livre en disant que je m'attendais à pire, mais que j'espérais mieux. Avec ce roman, Joël Dicker s'inscrit sans conteste dans cette tendance francophone du "roman atlantiste" identifiée et dénoncée par Johan Faerber dans son essai Après la littérature (2019) : on est là face à un romancier qui essaie de singer le roman américain, mais qui ne parvient en réalité qu'à le parodier, dans une version française très fabriquée, construite à partir de lieux communs et de fantasmes. On ne peut donc pas du tout dire que La Vérité sur l'Affaire Harry Quebert brille par l'éclat et la subtilité de son écriture ; tout au plus peut-on dire que c'est une ingénieuse fabrication, au sens où la construction de son intrigue, pour artificielle qu'elle soit, a de la tenue (il n'y a en cela rien de surprenant à ce que le roman ait été adapté par la suite en série par Jean-Jacques Annaud en 2018). Cela ne compense pas tout, mais c'est déjà pas mal.

[twomrw]

Catch a Falling Star - Chapter Nine

Series Masterlist

Series Summary:

Ezra Owens + Empty House = Pretty Chill Summer

Pretty Chill Summer + ‘Nola’s Best Family Restaurant = What is sleep?

What is sleep? + Spoiled Pop Star = Recipe for Disaster

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Word Count: ~4000

Chapter Summary: Is this what getting along looks like?

Chapter 9

Ezra and Ada walked into the gym in silence. 

“Wait here,” he instructed as he moved towards the front desk. Just his luck! It was Maya's shift. He gave her an unimpressed look as she raised an eyebrow at him.

“Can you put her on my account?”

“Sure. I’d love to. I’m definitely enjoying this show of domesticity.”

“There’s nothing domestic about this. It’s just two people going to the gym together.”

“Mmmhmm.” Maya smirked. “Here’s the temp card I normally give Caleb.”

Ezra furrowed his brows.

“So she could come without you,” Maya enunciated the words with care while raising her eyebrows in the same annoying way.

“Right,” Ezra responded, avoiding eye contact, “Thanks.”

He handed Ada her card and her locker key, before pointing out the aerobics and weights rooms and letting her know he’d be ready in an hour. Then, he stalked off without another word to the men's locker room.

Ten minutes later, he walked into the weights room to find her at the squat machine with a guy helping her take some of the weights off. He was relieved. She had already made herself at home. He wouldn’t have to babysit her here. He had clearly communicated as much, but Ada was, well… Ada, so saying what he wanted didn't always mean that he got it. With a satisfied smile, he put his headphones in and focused on his own workout.

Forty minutes later he was pushing through his last set on the leg press when she showed up in his periphery. He turned to get a better look. She was doing lateral pull downs in front of a mirror while a sweaty guy did bicep curls nearby. She moved machines and in a matter of a minute the guy had followed, carefully removing weights for her. She looked annoyed. Typical Ada, getting upset when someone was trying to help her.

He was content to believe that her ingratitude was the end of the story until they were back at the gym the next day. He'd tried leaving earlier to avoid her but she'd been standing in the kitchen, sipping tea when he had tried creeping through the house. It was almost as if she'd known he would try something like that.

So here he was stuck for another morning watching her get upset over a random dude helping her. You’d think he’d be able to just ignore her and focus on his own workout, but Ezra had kept moving from room to room and Ada had kept following him, always in his orbit. It was annoying, but their truce was what had him holding his tongue. 

"Hey babe! Can you adjust the weights on the leg press for me?"

Ezra blinked. Then he blinked again.

"Babe!" Ada waved a hand in front of his face and Ezra was tempted to throw a look over his shoulder to make sure there wasn't some poor guy behind him that Ada was talking to.

"Can you adjust the weights for me?" She raised her eyebrows, trying to communicate something else with the look.

Ezra pulled an ear bud out of his ear and in leaning to do that, he caught a glimpse of the guy from yesterday hovering in the background. Everything made sense now.

He got up from his seat. "Sure thing, baby." He wasn't sure if his smile looked like more of a wince because he was definitely cringing on the inside.

Ada moved ahead of him and when they got to the machine he glanced around to find that the guy had resumed his own workout.

"Hey." He whispered as he pulled off a disc. "Do you want to report him? This gym has a strict policy against harassment."

She shook her head. "He didn't try anything, but I knew this was the fastest way to get him to leave me alone."

Ezra offered a curt nod as he removed another disc. “This good?”

“Yh. Thanks.”

“Mmhmmm.”

He tried, and failed, to shove down the guilt swirling in his stomach at having tried to avoid her. And if he spent the rest of the hour a bit more than an arm’s length from her, it was only because he had decided to do a lighter workout today. 

The next day was only easier. Without having to discuss it, he'd be at her side, changing weights, not quite hovering, but close enough to ward off any creeps. They fell into an easy –Ezra didn’t think he could find a word for it. It wasn’t quite camaraderie, but they were tolerating each other. He was getting good workouts again and so he was sleeping better. From the looks of it, she was too.

That all translated well into work at ‘Nola’s. This was the last week to prep before the tourist season and it was usually so easy to feel overwhelmed, but this year felt different. Of course, Ada was still generous with her snide marks, but Ezra bore them well now that he was mostly well-rested. He had found it best to offer her a tight smile and get back to work. She scowled every time. It was great.

Gem had been a different challenge. Her remarks didn’t seem to hold the same bite as Ada’s, because it always felt like she didn’t mean to insult him, but it still came out that way. The good news was that Gem and Adalia worked well together waiting tables now that Ada had agreed to work alongside Francis in the kitchen. She was surprisingly good with a knife and chopping board and Francis was grateful to get rid of Adalia’s clumsiness. The poor girl was the epitome of accident-prone. Somehow she always managed to narrowly miss an actual injury, but it still stressed Francis out.

Francis’ peace was not the only upside to this new arrangement. With Ada in the kitchen, it would be more difficult for her to be recognized by a random customer. It would help her lay low. That’s exactly what he told Jess later that afternoon, with more than a little satisfaction.

She shot him a dubious look.

“What?”

“Lay low?”

“Yeah!”

“Covered in sequins?”

Ada walked out right at that moment. Her apron didn’t do as good a job of hiding her outfit underneath like the ‘Nola’s Best uniform shirt had done. Ezra was sure he could hear the rhinestones on her dress from where he stood at the entrance.

He offered Jess a sheepish smile. “She packed the suitcase of tour costumes.”

Nodding, Jess offered him a pat on the shoulder. “You’re a smart guy. You’ll figure something out.”

Three hours later, Ezra was sitting on an ottoman at the mall questioning all the decisions he’d made in life that had led him to this present nightmare.

“How does this look?”

“It’s fine.”

Ada’s eyes narrowed at him.

He didn’t mean to be dismissive. He just couldn’t tell the difference between this top and the last five. If he was being honest, that wasn’t quite true. He didn’t care to notice the difference. He’d expected to drop by one or two stores and pick out a couple pairs of shorts and some T-shirts and call it a day, but Ada had insisted that she had an image to uphold. He’d held his tongue for the sake of that blasted truce. Against his advice, she had chosen to wear sunglasses and an old bucket hat she found in Ma’s room. He had felt the pair would draw attention to her instead of away, but clad in one of the gym outfits she’d put together from Ma’s clothes, she looked like a normal tourist from Hewie.

“Is that…?” a voice sailed towards them from the front of the store.

They both froze. Ezra slowly turned around to see two young ladies at the check out. His heart rate picked up and he was already thinking up the route they could take out of the plaza without drawing any more attention, when one of the girls broke into a grin.

“Ezra! It is you. It’s been so long.”

Ezra’s eyes zeroed in on the girl’s face and then on her friend’s.

“Emma? Emily? Wow! Long time.”

Ezra glanced behind him as the girls started towards him. Ada had returned to the dressing room.

He gave both of them a polite hug. They had been in the same graduating class at Beanefield but Ezra couldn’t remember having more than one class together. He was used to these kinds of reactions though. People who moved to Hewie were always so excited to see him whenever they were back on vacation.

“You here on vacation or…” He offered the expected small talk.

“Actually we’re doing some shopping for my wedding.” Emma offered a smile that was the perfect expression of false modesty.

“Oh! Congratulations!” Ezra offered, because he was sure that it was the response she was looking for. She showed him her ring, that look of forced humility on her face as she continued talking, “‘Nora prices are ridiculous—”  She interrupted herself, “Whoops! Look at me sounding like a real mainlander. Hewie prices are seriously ridiculous, though, so we thought we’d pop over to ‘Nola and…yeah.” She gestured with her ring-encumbered hand around them. Emily smiled politely next to her.

Ezra hoped the look on his face hadn’t betrayed his boredom. It was great that Emma was getting married. Power to her and her fiance. He didn’t have anything against his former classmates. They were really nice from what he remembered, but he was tired and he really couldn’t risk Ada coming out of the dressing room and being recognized. He fidgeted.

“But anyway, we’re having this little get together at Pine Beach House tonight. You should come! Some others from our class should be there. It will be our own little class reunion.”

Ezra hesitated. He shot a quick look over his shoulder. “Uhhh…” There was still no sign of Ada. “I’ll think about it. With the Rush starting next week…”

“Oh right. You’re still at ‘Nola’s Best.”

Ezra was sure that Emma hadn’t meant it that way. He didn’t care to be rubbing shoulders with the Hewians, but it still kind of stung that everyone had moved on except him. Emily offered him an apologetic smile that seemed to say, “Don’t take it personally. That’s just how she is.” He offered her a tight smile in return.

“Then you definitely should come. It’ll probably be your last opportunity for a night out.”

It would probably be his last opportunity for a night in, was the thought that popped into his head. He didn’t share it though, instead offering a forced smile and polite nod. Emily finally spoke up, jutting her chin up to gesture behind him, “You can bring your…”

He glanced at the curtain rustling while Ada changed.

Ezra shook his head violently. “Friend!” he blurted.

“Yeah! Bring your friend.” Emma’s grin widened with what looked like mischief while Emily tried to hide a grimace. Ezra was a bit confused by the reactions, but again, he didn’t share his thoughts.

“Anyway, we have to head out. We have a lunch date with my mom.” Emma took a few steps backwards, still facing him.

“Nice seeing you Ezra,” Emily offered, a genuine smile in place of her grimace.

“Yeah you too.” He watched them go offering a final wave.

“I think we need to take a snack break, Friend.”

He almost jumped out of his skin, hand going to his heart in an attempt to slow its rate. Ada had changed back into her original outfit and had two tops slung over her arm as she stood to his side, grinning up at him. 

Ezra glanced at the time. It was almost one. He was running behind schedule. This wasn’t going to work, but he couldn’t just abandon her. He sighed, shooting off a quick text to Maya, before processing her purchases at the checkout counter.

“I know just the place. Let’s go.”

Ezra led her to a tiny bistro just a stone throw from the harbour’s lookout point. A chalkboard stood outside the front door, the menu scrawled on it in a loopy cursive, the same handwriting they’d become all too familiar with on oil-stained paper bags. He knew the moment she’d seen it when Ada let out a gasp. He turned around just in time to catch her eyes light up.

“Is this?”

“Olive’s Bistro.” He gestured to a seating area overlooking the water shared by the several tiny restaurants lining the street. 

“No way! I’m coming inside. I have to see where the magic happens.”

“It might be a little crowded, but suit yourself.”

A little crowded was an understatement, but Ezra and Ada squirmed and squeezed their way through the back of the –Ezra didn’t know if you could call it a line. But he was used to this. Sensing his turn he called out his order. He glanced at Ada. She seemed a bit confused by all the commotion, but not disturbed. That was a bit of a surprise, though it shouldn’t have been. She would be used to crowds.

The wait was not as long as it should have been with the swarm of hungry customers, but the bistro workers were efficient and effective. In less than five minutes, Ezra was back at the counter handing over a bill to the cashier. He offered a polite smile as the older woman handed him his receipt and change.

He moved towards the young lady packaging his sandwiches with deft fingers. Eying the handwriting on one of the bags, she pushed the two paper bags towards him with a curious look. She lifted her questioning eyes to him. “Owens?”

“Yeah!” Ezra nodded, eyebrows furrowed at the person who was, apparently not so much a stranger, in front of him. He’d given his first name when he ordered, so she wasn’t reading it off the order. Maybe he was in the system or maybe she knew him. He racked his brain to think of where he knew her from. Coming up empty, he went with the safer, though more uncomfortable option. “Do I know you from somewh—” he started.

She shook her head with an understanding smile, pointing to one of the paper bags. “It’s the capers.” She looked at him again. “You’re the only one that orders them.”

“Really? But they’re so good!” Ezra protested.

“Apparently, we’re the only two people in ‘Nola who think so.” The young girl offered him a conspiratorial smile, while she started folding the next person’s order into a sheet of wax paper.

“Great minds!” Ezra offered a genuine smile.

“And taste buds,” she replied easily.

He broke into surprised laughter and her eyes squeezed tight in delight. They couldn’t help but grin at each other until the sound of a throat clearing caused Ezra to turn to the person next in line. Ezra, who was gripping his and Ada’s sandwich, was most definitely in the man’s way.

“Sorry,” he offered a sheepish smile to the next customer and a little wave to the young lady.

“See you around, Owens!” she nodded.

“Of course! Those of us with good taste have to stick together.” Ezra was still sporting a grin as he made his way to the door, when Ada appeared beside him again. He’d completely forgotten she was there and her sudden appearance startled him for the second time that day. Too embarrassed to clutch his chest this time, he pushed the door open and gestured for her to walk through.

“What was that?” she asked. He could hear the accusation disguised as curiosity.

“What was what?” He cleared his throat.

“That interaction? Did I just witness Ezra Owens flirting?”

“What?! No! Of course not!” Ezra turned to her in alarm. “Is that what it looked like?” He couldn’t hide the panic in his voice.

Despite the sky threatening rain, Ada gravitated towards an uncovered seat facing the sea. The metal table in front of her was sturdy, though you could see through the layers of different paint colors to the rust peaking out beneath. He sat next to her.

“No wonder Vivian is so concerned about your love life.”

Ezra was grateful he hadn’t started on his sandwich yet, because his mouth fell open.

“You’re absolutely clueless.”

“I am not!” He protested weakly. “And why were you listening in on a private conversation?”

“The girls earlier, the one in there,” Ada listed off on her fingers, ignoring his question. “I bet there are so many ‘regulars’ at the restaurant.” 

“What are you talking about?”

Ada raised her eyebrows at him, taking a bite of her sandwich. Understanding lit his eyes before he scowled in disbelief.

“Hey! I don’t get it either!” Ada offered with her mouth full.

He made a face at her, before taking a bite of his sandwich. Both of their mouths full, there wasn’t much room for conversation. The pair settled into, though not necessarily a companionable silence, a comfortable one. 

Ada ate her sandwich with her usual enjoyment, except her eyes didn’t close in satisfaction as often. She was studying the tourists at the lookout across the street. It was one of those perfect places for a touristy photo. If you angled yourself just right you could make it look like you were leaning against The Rocks. This summer, he was sure every Hewian’s feed would be flooded with pictures from this lookout point.

Ada seemed fascinated by the scene before her. To be fair, she’d probably never been here before. They’d never really taken her out and about in her first summer. She spent most days in mom’s room watching TV. The next year they’d all gone off to camp. She’d joined the music cohort and been hooked. She’d signed up every year after that until she was signed. Ezra was one of the few people who’d actually seen the start of her music career. 

A rough wind whipped at the umbrellas nearby and threatened to pull Ada’s hat off her head. Two hands reached up to keep it in place and Ezra grinned.

“I told you it was a bad idea to wear that.” He’d said as much before they left the house, but Ada had insisted that she was tired of wearing wigs and there was no way she could be seen out in public in the state her hair was in.

She shot him what was supposed to be a withering glare but with her elbows bent and her hands overhead it just made her look more ridiculous. He stifled a laugh that seemed to turn the glare even more icy. Ezra couldn’t explain what came over him. He couldn’t help but tease her further.

“As usual, my advice means nothing.” He sniffed exaggeratedly.

She rolled her eyes, sensing his teasing. Something in her eyes made him believe her next words were serious, though. “I stayed, didn’t I?”

“As a last resort.”

“It doesn’t matter…”

“Of course not,” his I-told-you-so smile made her roll her eyes again.

“Whatever!”

He snickered and she turned with a scowl back to the harbour.

“Want a picture?”

She raised a single eyebrow and he responded with a silent gesture too, jutting his chin out towards another group of tourists taking pictures. She turned back to him looking as though he had asked her if she wanted to rob a bank.

“And what exactly am I going to do with a picture?” She raised both eyebrows in question, “I can’t post it online because then everyone will know where I am.”

“Ummm…maybe just keep it, as a nice memory. People can do that, you know.”

He stood, balling his sandwich wrapping and napkins up and stuffing them into the paper bag. He could sense her reluctance.

“Come on,” he stretched out a hand, expecting her to dump her garbage in it, “I promise to get your good side.”

“Fine!” His outstretched hand sank with the weight of her phone and then she was standing, tossing her garbage and making her way across the street.

Ezra watched her go as an unfamiliar feeling washed over him. Being with Ada like this, it was almost…easy. She stopped and turned to glare at him and his immediate thought was that she’d somehow been able to read his mind just now, but she only motioned for him to hurry up. 

She was leaning against the wooden rail with a scowl on her face by the time he jogged over. He lifted the camera quickly and pretended to take a few pictures with his phone. Her eyes filled with horror.

“You delete that!” She screamed lunging towards him and his phone. Ezra leapt backward.

“Shhh!” He put a finger to his mouth as he gestured around them with his eyes. “You wouldn’t want to draw attention to yourself now would you?”

She opened her mouth to retort but then closed it in a firm line. She knew he was right. Pulling down her hat again, she threw a furtive glance over her shoulder and realizing that the coast was clear, she lunged at the phone in Ezra’s hand again.

For a second time, he easily swerved out of the way before she could reach him. His skill was the effect of ten or so years being the smallest of five hungry boys on a pizza night at the Owens house. 

Out of reach, he took an actual picture of her glower, grinning in delight behind the camera. He started filming a video as the look intensified.

She crossed her arms. “You wouldn’t dare post those. Aunt Lila would kill you.”

“You’re right,” he relented.

She seemed surprised at first and then a smug smile spread across her face.

“But I’ll hold onto them.”

Her mouth opened in protest, but then she thought better of it.

“For memories, right?” her tone was sickeningly sweet.

“I was thinking more like extortion,” he muttered.

“What did you say?

“Oh! You look great in front of the ocean!”

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, and he just continued grinning.

“Ready?” he asked with feigned innocence. 

She rolled her eyes before leaning back on the railing with a look of consideration. “What do I do?

He shrugged. “You decide. It’s your memory.”

“I think I wanna’ look like I’m backing the wall. You know, with my leg propped up?”

“You got it!”

Ezra directed her through a few shots taken from her phone, and then a few from his own phone because his camera was better quality. Now he was angling the camera so that it looked like she was pushing the wall of rocks across the sea. From where he stood, it looked like she was having a lot of fun. An involuntary smile spread across his face at the thought. He’d send her all the photos later. Maybe when things settled down, he’d send a few to Ma. His smile grew wider. She’d like that.

For the second time in too short a span of time, Ezra was convinced that he could communicate with people telepathically when his phone started to flash with an incoming call from his mother.

He motioned to Ada that he had to take the call and moved further from the crowd.

“Well if it isn’t my long lost mother?”

“Ezra! How–things? How–you –ing?”

“Ma? Ma?”

“We – finally able to get —to a phone so  –cide to call.”

“You’re breaking up.”

“Yes–ception is bad. How–you doing?”

“I’m fine Ma. Just missing you a lot.”

“Miss –too. -zra I–ot to go–know when is next time—call you. Hope you’re -ing fi.—ove you.”

The line went dead and Ezra huffed a breath, the phone dropping to his side with his hand. How was he supposed to survive this summer without Ma? He guessed that was the point; he’d always been too dependent on her. Now was the time for him to finally grow up.

He glanced up at Ada. She’d been on her own for a while now. If she could do it, he could too. He made a move towards her as a couple of teenagers approached and spoke to her while gesturing to their phone. He noticed her tight smile as she took the phone and leaned in. She slipped her sunglasses down a bit on her nose and the kids looked at each other in confusion. His heart rate slowed and he came to a complete stop as understanding dawned on him. The kids spoke to her and pointed to where Ezra had been standing just a few minutes prior, taking Ada’s picture. They hadn’t recognized her. They just wanted her to take a picture of all of them!

Ezra couldn’t help the relieved laughter that bubbled out of his chest when she stalked away in complete mortification. She adjusted the hat on her head glancing in his direction: an action he suspected was designed for her to see if he’d witnessed her little mishap. They made eye contact and he lost any ounce of composure he had left. He doubled over in silent laughter, eyes closed and grabbing his middle. Next time they opened, he caught a glimpse of her taking the picture and he wasn’t sure, but he thought he saw her fighting a smile. His laughter subsided in time for him to see her returning the kids’ camera. She offered them a genuine smile this time and his grin only grew when she directed it at him.

I think we’ll be just fine, Ma.

A/N: So grateful to be writing again. &lt;3

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[awnowimsad]

Cajun Miku!

Someone needs to draw Cajun Miku. I’d pay for that shit.

I literally have no money.

[that-starbucks-lover]

Happy Mardi Gras from me @miraculousfanworks and all of NOLA!! Laissez Le Bon Temps Rouler! ⚜️💜💛💚

[reggiefaer]

Sending all my best wishes and excitement to everyone attending the Hoot this year! I have dreams of one day seeing how fun this festival was if you weren't running it 🙃 thought this would be the year but I got booked ❤️ Be safe to all my #mardigras friends 🎊🎉 Laissez les bons temps rouler 💋 I'll see you soon New Orleans, just not this March. . #southernsideshowhootenanny #sideshow #neworleans #circus #travelingperformer #escapeartist #oldecitysideshow #friends #nola #luckyme (at New Orleans, Louisiana) https://www.instagram.com/p/Coz96WwJOkh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kyledefoor]

@biltwell with the @coccabal t shirt version……in pep we trust @wisebloodpjk If you’re in NOLA for Mardi Gras check out LE Bon Temps Roule this week #flyon #coc #biltwell #defoor #defoorproformanceshooting #kd4 https://www.instagram.com/p/CofljP9uofW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[vette-deezys-custom-wreaths]

"Laissez Les Bons Temps Rouler" is a Cajun French saying that means "LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL." Mardi Gras is Tuesday, February 21st. So, LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL" by celebrating Fat Tuesday with one of our beautiful Mardi Gras bow. Shop link found in bio!  FREE SHIPPING ELIGIBLE CHECK OUT OUR BOWS AND WREATHS @ VETTESCUSTOMWREATH.ETSY.COM Fun Fact: The official colors of MARDI GRAS are purple, gold and green. Purple signifies justice, gold means power, and green stands for faith. #VetteDeezysCustomWreaths #SupportSmallBusiness #SupportBlackBusiness #BlackOwnedBusiness #WomenInBusiness #BossLife #BossMindset #CustomWreaths #Creative #Entrepreneur #Designer #Crafter #WreathMaker #MardiGrasBow #FatTuesday #MardiGrasDecor #FleurDeLis #NewOrleans #NOLA #Parades #Carnival #MardiGras https://www.instagram.com/p/CnCuVrSOtQz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[yanklbonkl]

without googling, my best attempt at getting all 50 (west to east)

Seattle

Portland

Sacramento?

San Francisco

Oakland?

San Jose

That's maybe Fresno

LA

LA pt 2

San Diego

Vegas

Phoenix

Tempe?

Somewhere else, AZ?

Albuquerque

Denver

Boulder

El Paso

San Antonio

Dallas

Fort Worth

Denton?

Houston

NOLA

OKC

Tulsa

Topeka

Omaha?

Kansas City

Minneapolis

Milwaukee

Chicago

Indianapolis

Lexington?

Nashville

Detroit

Columbus

Atlanta

Jacksonville

Miami

Raleigh?

Charlotte?

Not sure what's on the VA/NC border

DC

Baltimore

Philly

New York

Boston

Not sure how I'm two short

The US states if the land was given to the closest top 50 city by population.

[bakudekuficlibrary]

Hi I was wondering if you could find some fics where people find out about their relationship?? Preferably completed. Thanks for running this blog!!

Thank you to @owltrees for compiling this mini-list of Discovered Relationship aus! We couldn’t have done it without you.

- Jack

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Yes, They’re All Safe by teaandtumblr ( T | 4,653 | 3/3 )

Villains have entered UA grounds and are disposed of just as quickly, but that doesn’t mean a headcount of the students doesn’t need to be done. Toshinori would admit, he wasn't quite prepared for what he found in Bakugou Katsuki’s room.

A Demolition Boy & his Cryptid BF by kewltie ( T | 8,450 | 1/1 )

Bakugou of the Demolition Squad is famous for running one of the most popular Youtube channels on the web that regularly blow shit up and jumped off a perfectly good building for shit and giggles. He’s also famous for his Cryptid BF™, never appearing on camera except for a few bodyshots and all information on him is kept locked up tighter than Fort Knox, therefore drawing all sort of attention and curiosity toward his mysterious boyfriend.

Deku from Deku Explains is a hopeless chatterbox who is known for uploading 20-30 minutes video that talked about his favorite shows and comics and have one of the most devoted following on Youtube. He also can’t seem to shut up about his boyfriend Kacchan, who regularly make his presence on the channel as a disembodied voice.They should theoretically have nothing in common except a shared platform to host their content and an army of fans with an endless curiosity and devotion to their Youtubers. Vidcon is where we lay our scene and the internet is about to get a rude wake up call.

Truth Serum by osakakitty ( E | 4,373 | 1/1 )

After a small accident leaves him inflicted with a powerful quirk, Katsuki Bakugo is forced to answer every question he is asked truthfully. The effect will last a whole week unless he confesses his biggest secret, which Izuku Midoriya is absolutely not prepared for. Fortunately, his birthday his at the end of the week, and it may be a chance for them to reach an understanding.

Canon-verse story in which Bakugo is hit by a truth-quirk, and Midoriya tries to keep their relationship a secret.

Hidden in Plain Sight by errant_rivalry ( T | 14,975 | 6/6 )

Izuku has a secret admirer, and all of Class 3-A are determined to find out who it is. Izuku hopes they won’t discover the real secret while they’re at it.Written for BakuDeku Positivity Week 2018.

One Thing Straight by celestialdescendant ( T | 9,899 | 5/5 )

They totally aren’t.

Hints of their relationship is found in all of their friends’ social media accounts, but majority of their fans still think that Katsuki and Izuku are in relationships with anybody but each other.It was amusing up until it became sad.

It started out with a kiss by Unoutan ( T | 4,377 | 1/1 )

How did it end up like this? Izuku and Katsuki got into a little heated debate, not really an argument, but from a certain stranger’s perspective-they were a couple on the verge of breaking up. They were not breaking up at all, but either way, the villain (anti-hero to some) Cupid strikes again!Inspired by Your Name/Kimi no na waPrompt: Swap (body swap)

Hidden Between the Lines by livinglittlelie ( T | 7,625 | 1/1 )

“You never tell us anything, Midoriya-sensei! We’re curious to know more about you. Our homeroom teacher is the number one hero Deku, but we barely know anything about you.” Midoriya Izuku can barely handle questions about himself, let alone about why he and Bakugou Katsuki ‘hate each other’: the two teachers argue in front of their students, get into spats, and have a whole host of infamous stories from their own schooldays. No one expected them to be secretly dating. And there were definitely less questions when everyone thought they just hated each other.

Hospital visits or Katsuki’s way of (confronting) comforting people by JamieAvenBell ( T | 4,751 | 1/1 )

Somehow the secret of All Might’s hospitalization was spread around UA like a wildfire. But instead of searching for a way to break through the security standards like every student of class 3-A, Katsuki would love to blow all those shitheads out of the hospital’s entrance hall. How should Izuku slip by unseen this way?

Extra! Extra! by starrycat ( T | 2,360 | 1/1 )

WONDER DUO LIAISON: THE CRIME-FIGHTING PROS INVOLVED IN A SECRET AFFAIR?Katsuki and Izuku keep getting caught up in media gossip and don’t do much to refute the claims. Meanwhile, Ochako just wants to surf the web like a normal person.