#when i go back to school and have library access i can maybe look up more analytical essays by classicists

[traveler-at-heart]

Movie Afternoon

Nerd!Natasha has been on my mind so much lately and this post was just so perfect I had to be horny on main, so there's that.

Warnings: Smut, G!P Natasha

The weekend was finally here. Exams had been a drag all week and as much as you loved the school paper, there was only so much reporting one could do about the new production of Wizard of Oz.

As usual, your brother’s friends were throwing a party and you were invited, but going to your girlfriend’s house for a movie marathon was the best plan.

You knocked on the Romanoff residence, waiting for Melina or Alexei to open up. Instead, Natasha herself was at the door, wearing grey sweatpants and a hoodie.

“Hi” she said, smiling as soon as she saw you.

“Hi, love” you stood up on your toes to peck her lips. “Where’s your fam? You never open the door”

“They went to get some groceries. I think mom’s making lasagna toni…” she explained, mumbling against your lips when you leaned forward again, this time your tongue asking for permission to enter.

Natasha let you deepen the kiss with a sigh, her hands holding on to your waist for dear life.

“Can we… go to my room?”

“For a movie, or something more?” you said, kissing down her neck and biting the skin.

“Mo-vie. I’m sorry, I’d love to, but they’ll be back any minute”

“That’s ok, baby” you said against her ear, pulling apart. You were a little evil, always testing how much you could tease Natasha. Shy, bashful and beautiful Natasha.

You reached for her hand and led her up the stairs, knowing the way to her room.

“What do you want to watch?” she said, as you laid in her bed and she got her computer.

“Anything you want”

“What about the new Dungeons and Dragons movie?”

“Sure” you agreed, remembering Natasha had missed it on the theater because she was ill.

“Ok, here we go” she placed the computer at your feet, and you made yourself at home in her arms, leaning on her chest.

She smelled so nice, as usual. As the movie progressed, you ran your hands up and down her abdomen, in what you thought was a soothing manner.

That is, until you heard Natasha stiffle what sounded like a groan.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you straightened up, looking at her. “Sorry, did your arm fall asleep,? I’ll move”

“No, it’s not that” she said, her eyes on the ceiling.

“Well, then, what is…” your eyes scanned the rest of her body, and you finally saw the tent at her pants. “Oh, baby”

“It’s ok, it’ll come down in a minute” she said, more to herself than to you. Your girlfriend was about to grab a pillow to cover her erection when you intercepted her hand.

“Let me…”

“Y/N…”

“What? I caused this. I should be the one to fix it… don’t you think?”

“If they come back and see us” she was trying to come up with excuses not to do it and you smiled, straddling her lap.

“Honey, your mom already knows. Didn’t you catch the look she gave us the other day when we were late from the library?”

Of course, you had left the library on time, but an intense make out session led to you sucking Natasha’s dick on the school parking lot. What a shame your car was too small to fit you both on the backseat.

“You don’t have to”

“Of course I don’t have to. I want to, Natasha”

Those words seemed to have a magic effect on her, erasing any other objections. Her hands came to hold your waist as you kissed her passionately, grinding against her hard dick.

You mentally congratulated yourself for wearing a skirt, that would give her easy access to your pussy.

“Where are the condoms?” you said against her lips and her hand reached for the nighstand drawer. “Let me”

You leaned forward, still straddling her. The position made your chest go up to her face and Natasha wasn’t able to resist the temptation of squeezing your breasts, hardened nipples showing through the fabric of your shirt.

“Like what you see?” you teased and the girl nodded dumbly. “Maybe you can cum on them later”

The words made her jolt her hips forward, her dick crashing against your clothed pussy. You couldn’t resist the moan that left your lips and you moved down, fighting with the waistband of her pants.

“Here” she lifted her hips and you were able to take off her pants and briefs, her cock springing free in all its 9 inch glory.

“So big” you muttered, your mouth watering.  You were supposed to only put on the condom… but who could resist? Your tongue licked her entire shaft, starting from the balls all the way to the tip. Natasha let out a loud moan, buckling her hips in the air. You let her move, while your mouth covered her tip and inch by inch, you took all of her.

“Baby, you feel so fucking good…” she said, her mind a haze of pleasure and lust. The curse word only fueled the fire in your belly, knowing Natasha never said anything like that. You took as much as you could, until it hit the back of your throat, and then you began to move, up and down, strings of saliva running down the corners of your mouth.

Natasha fisted the comforter of her bed, and once her hips began an erratic rythm you knew she was close.

To her dismay, you didn’t let her finish, her cock leaving your mouth, still standing painfully hard.

“What… why...” she practically whined, desperate for release.

“Wouldn’t be fair if you had all the fun, now would it, baby?” you teased, and your hands placing the condom distracted her enough. Feeling your touch was the only way to relieve the coil in her stomach.

You went back up, allowing her to taste herself on your lips. She moaned against your tongue, and knowing she was distracted by the kiss, you grabbed her dick and lined it up with your pussy.

You were sure the neighbours had heard her moan as soon as she entered you, breaking the kiss apart.

“Y/N” she begged, and you weren’t sure if she wanted you to move or hold still.

“Talk to me, baby”

“Can you… move? Yes, just like that”

You began grinding your hips, up and down, feeling her cock almost hit your cervix. You really ought to get on birth control, imagining how amazing it would feel to have Natasha fill you with her cum.

“What did you…?”

Oh. You were probably thinking out loud.

“I want you… to fill my pussy with all your cum, Natasha” you said between breaths, bouncing harder on her dick. “God, your cock is so fucking big, it ruined me, no one can fuck me as good as you, baby”

You moved your hips faster and Natasha tried to match your pace, but you could tell she was close.

Two things happened at once.

You heard her family pull up the driveway and the next minute, Natasha was coming hard. You had to cover her mouth to stiffle her moan.

“Did you…?” she asked after a second, her breath still laboured.

“It’s ok, baby” you said, kissing her softly. “Come on, clean up, they’ll come check on us any minute now”

The redhead nodded, getting up to discard the condom and put on her boxers and pants. For your part, you fixed your hair as best as you could, as well as your shirt, that had ridden up all the way to your midsection.

Sure enough, Natasha’s mother came up minutes later. By that time, you were both leaning against the headboard, pretending to watch the movie.

“Y/N, how were exams this week?”

“All good, Mrs. Romanoff. Just have to practice my Spanish a bit” you smiled, sounding as composed as you could.

The woman nodded and turned to her daughter.

Natasha was… well, she looked flustered, to be honest. Melina said something in Russian, making her daughter blush madly.

“You’re welcome to stay over for dinner” Melina said, this time to you and you nodded.

“Thank you”

As soon as the door was shut, you turned to Natasha.

“You were right. She knows” Natasha mumbled, turning red.

You let out a laugh at that.

“Told ya”

“You’re gonna kill me one day”

“Preferably while we’re fucking hard” you said, unable to help yourself around your girlfriend. Without caring about her family downstairs, you began to kiss her once again, and you felt strong hands holding your waist and traveling down to squeeze your ass.

“Hey, Natasha… ah!!” Yelena walked in, covering her eyes and exiting dramatically.

“Knock next time!” Natasha yelled after her. “She’s so gonna snitch on me”

“My house is free tomorrow” you said against her ear and she shivered. “So, drink lots of fluids and come ready. We’re leveling the score, baby”

[huellitaa]

₊˚⊹♡ education is hot!

education is literally the most valuable thing in life. please please PLEASE take advantage of that. self concept is important, good looks are important, happiness is important, health is important, but without education we wouldn't even know what any of that even means. ♡

having knowledge makes you magnetic. when you're smart, people will look up to you. and if people look up to you, it means they think about you, they admire you, and you have an influence on them.

life is knowledge. the more you learn, the more you are. knowledge is the fundamental basics to life. nothing is the root of everything but we wouldn't even know what nothing is without education. we wouldn't have language, we wouldn't have concepts, we wouldn't have technology, we wouldn't have the screen you're reading this on. we wouldn't have tumblr 😨

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 1. noting down ur findings

the smartest people ALWAYS note down what they learn, whether it be big or small. if you have lots of knowledge and / or the memory capacity of a goldfish then naturally you may not always remember what you learn. keeping it noted down in any preferably easily accessible format of your choice is so helpful and a very smart choice if you want to be an Intellectual™. notebook, sketchbook, binder, google docs, notion pages, tumblr posts, notes app, anything you like !!!!! just keep it noted down !!!! ♡

──★ ˙ ̟🎀2. utilising ur resources!!!!

so many people i know and millions of people throughout the world suffer with a crippling addiction to their phones, but what are you actually doing on said phone? you spend ages on your phone, your tablet, your laptop, reading, writing, playing video games, and so on, but even then, are you genuinely learning? are you taking the time to absorb the knowledge placed before you or are you skimming through it all in a mindless cycle of media consumption?

think about how you can utilise the things around you to learn. for example, make all that time spent on your devices useful. research, study, learn in your free time. knowledge is abundance. you can use your local library, your local bookshops, ur school or ur college or ur workplace just to find out more about your surroundings and about the world. it is so much more valuable thank you'd think.

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 3. wisdom

wisdom is the highest form of knowledge. to learn is to live so living is the only way you're going to truly learn, if that makes sense. therefore, by using this direct method, you gain the highest manner of knowledge; wisdom. wisdom is not being book smart or knowing how to solve equations or write essays but wisdom is genuine, pure, raw, life experience and life lessons, which, surprise surprise, can only be gained through experience and living your life. go out, try things, get out of your comfort zone, get comfy being uncomfy. you got this. ♡

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 4. social interaction

"nerds dont know how to socialise!!!" okay so maybe i adhere to this stereotype sometimes but social interaction is, however unfortunate it may be, a key part of being intellectual and having genuine knowledge. going back to wisdom and learning through experience, speaking with and networking with and sparking connections with others is a vital way to be educated and informed and cultured along with enhancing your social skills, because we need to know how to interact with others, too. if we can't spread said knowledge through connections and socialising so it can be passed down for hundreds of thousands for years to come then there is no point in learning at all because it'll have no use in the long run.

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 5. media consumption

feed ur brain. i cannot stress this enough. read books, fiction or non fiction. i know you've heard this a million times but it's true. read just a random article of interest every day to get your brain working. learn a new word every day, read news reports, letters, interesting blogs, articles, websites, do puzzles, crosswords, wordsearches, memory games, listen to podcasts, audiobooks, watch documentaries, youtube videos, interviews, ted talks, video essays, EXERCISE UR BRAIN

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 6. insights, emotional intelligence and empathy

as i've said before, and i'll reiterate again, knowledge extends beyond simply having book smarts and knowing how to work with letters and numbers. the most powerful method of communication amongst humans is emotion, and being well versed in how to read, understand and communicate said language is only learnt through real life experience and observation of real life experiences where the use of emotional intelligence and empathy come into play. analyse these experiences and note down everything

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 7. question ur sources and BE BOLD

one thing i was taught ever since i was little is that when ur online you need to be veeeery careful with all the information you get fed because there are lots of people out there, esp on the internet, with lots of different intentions and lots of different facts, even if they have good intentions and don't mean to mislead you. always double check whatever ur told with someone you know or on another website or two or a physical yet reliable source if you have one to hand, and cite your own opinions too. you get to choose what does and doesn't get to enter your mind. your mind and your knowledge is yours entirely and only yours to be tampered with and adjusted in any way you'd like.

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 things 2 study and be generally educated on:

social etiquette and politeness

countries and their respective laws, cultures, landmarks etc.

history of your own family and ancestry

languages you're interested in and basic phrases in several languages

information about your dream and / or current career

finances and how to manage your money

business, networking and persuasion

pet psychology and how to take care of them

capital cities and basics about places around the world, esp if you plan on going travelling

something beautiful about knowledge is that you'll never run out of it and it can never be taken away from you. people can take anything from you, but never your intelligence. ♡

all my love! 💖✨💘💗🎀💓

[thetxtdevil]

Oh, to wake up and be called twin 😙😙😙

Anyway, here it is!

We all know, yeonjun has this whiny attitude right? However, he is the oldest and he tends to act maturely than others if he wanted to. Can you make someting about school student president yeonjun? Where he is the most strict school president the campus ever had. Then here's his vice pres, who balances it. Like, when yeonjun is too strict, she'd be like "that's too much, how about..." in the most gentle way. And theennn, before they can even leave the campus after being caught up on some works on the council office, yeonjun would be whining about these, like, "y/n, you shouldn't have changed the rules, they need to be punished because of what they have done" or something like that. But still, at the end of the day, yeonjun, he may be the president, but he is under the vice's power. 😋 like, she loves to play with and tease yeonjun whenever they are in the office, (i know you'll be adding the edging part 😳😋❤) and yeonjun is whiny whenever reader does this, but he still obeys. Hmmmm, but they do love each other. Being all time bestfriends with no boundaries 😭😆

- 👭🏻

Ooo twin this got my gears turning

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"You did what to whom?" Yeonjun goes red out of anger.

"We might have toilet papered the head of the department's office thats why he's been strict about our publishing."

You giggle at the prank but look over worried at Yeonjun rubbing his face having a hard time not to lash out, "Why?" you ask

"We thought he's being too harsh" the younger students say.

It was true the head of the English department has been unnecessarily harsh on grading and simply on the students' lives. He was disapproving the fact that 'we have our own lives' and not truly focusing on work.

"Maybe we should not only being strict on publishing but no more access to the library" Yeonjun blurts out making the younger ones and even your gasp.

"Yeonjun, you can't do that they're in college the library has valuable resources" you plea, Yeonjun sighs trying not to look at your sweet face knowing too damn well that he'll melt.

Yeonjun rolls his eyes and waves his hand to let you approach the situation, "You're allowed access to the library but I want you to apologize and give your outmost respect to the HoD."

The students' tense posture relaxed showing their gratification towards you. You smile and walk away with Yeonjun.

Holding his arm you whisper, "You gotta stop acting tough or else no one is going to like you."

Yeonjun scuffs, "I need to show my dominance."

Both of you arrive at the empty council office, it was after hours, you both should go home too but at the same time both of you wanted to be together longer. Yeonjun starts his work on the computer immediately getting in the zone.

You walk over to the stack of papers needing filing, "do you?" Yeonjun looks over the desktop already forgetting what he said. "Where's all that dominance when I'm fucking you?"

Yeonjun's defined cheeks turn pink, thoughts of you runs through his mind. Thinking of you two having to reprint papers because they had both of you all over them, the time the janitor walking in see him tied up with his tie and you riding him on the desk, so on and so forth. He shifts in his chair looking back at the screen gulping down the drool forming in his mouth. You chuckle at his reaction, looking back at the papers which were starting to get less and less interesting.

You twirl around walking up behind Yeonjun's seated position, your hands on the arm rests as you hover over him. Acting like you were reading his words on the screen.

"You need a comma right there and change that to a period" you say leaning down so your breathe tickles his neck.

Yeonjun's nervousness was clear when his hands were shaking the mouse having a hard time pointing the arrow to the spot that needed to be fixed. He then feels your hand over his guiding the mouse to the right spot. You grin at his chest heaving, letting go of his hand you turn his chair around facing you. The man looks up through his eye lashes seeing your menacing grin. You straddle his hips determined to fit on the small desk chair. Your skirt flowed on top of each others groins, Yeonjun's hands instinctively guide up your thighs finding out you were wearing thin panties underneath. You kiss the man while slowly grinding on his growing hard on.

"Now show me that dominance you have."

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

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[clockwayswrites]

Like Betta Fish Do - Part 12

Masterpost of ao3 link and all parts.

wc 2295 (Chapter 9 when on ao3)

“Hey, it’s Danny, right?” asked the person standing next to Danny’s seat. They shifted, tucking a long strand of pitch black hair behind their ear.

“Yes?”

“We thought—”

“She thought,” said the woman who practically barreled into the first speaker’s back. She hooked her chin over the other’s shoulder with a grin as she adjusted her hijab. “Cloe thought, but we all agree.”

“Which is why I said we, I’m Cloe, this is Fara, that guy over there is José.” She motioned to a young man with a head full of curly brown hair and an easy smile waiting by the door. “We need a fourth for the group project, want to join us?”

“Me?” Danny repeated in surprise. No one in Casper High ever wanted him on a team, not unless it was Tucker and Sam.

“Totally. Your comment today on the possible advancements of propulsion technology was just the sort of thing that we’d love to do our topic on. It didn’t look like you had a group?”

“No, I don’t, not yet. That would be nice,” Danny said with a crooked smile. He’d been worried about having to find a group to work with so the offer was a huge weight off. Honestly the presentation was way too much of their grade in his opinion (but maybe that’s just because he had been dreading it).

“That’s great!” Cloe smiled back at him. “Do you have time to meet now? Just, like, to a coffee shop or the library. We can hash out the basics and what everyone should research before we meet up again the next time.”

“Sure. I could almost always use a coffee,” Danny said as he shoved his aging laptop in his backpack.

“Yeah, we can kinda tell with the…” Fara pointed at her own face, finger circling around her eyes.

Danny barked out a surprised laugh when Cloe let out an affronted “Fara!”

“Hey, I’ve been cultivating these dark circles since high school. They’re like fine wine,” Danny said. Snarky he knew how to handle.

“Oh, José will like you,” Fara said with a laugh. She linked arms with Danny and practically dragged him towards the door. “José! I found you another coffee addict.”

“Thank you,” he praised, “because Cloe only drinks the most basic bitch drinks and Fara likes tea.”

“I make an exception for pumpkin spiced lattes and hot chocolate,” Fara said with coy smile.

“See? See what I have to put up with. Please, my dude— is it my dude?” Danny nodded in response. “My dude, please tell me you drink real coffee.”

“With as many espresso shots as they’re legally allowed to add,” Danny said.

“A man after my own heart— a heart that runs on coffee,” José said with a laugh as they all spilled out the front of the engineering building.

Maybe this presentation wouldn’t be so bad after all.

-

Okay, so maybe Danny was just really not used to being around people any more.

Really, really not used to it.

He’d only spent an hour or so with the other’s at the coffeeshop, but between that, class, picking up a treat for Jason, and just having to go back and forth throughout the city Danny felt his nerves crawling under his skin. Every noise from every apartment around was so loud. Even his fridge seemed to be screaming at him with its incessant whine.

And there was no where to get away from it.

If he went out, Danny would just be surrounded by the sounds and smells and lights of the city. People would jostle into him or sit too close on the bus and— Danny shuddered at the idea of being touched by strangers right then.

He rubbed his fingers against his palms as he shifted and tried to lay more comfortably on his small sofa. He had his t.v. on, streaming mindless video game play throughs, but he wasn’t really paying attention to it. It was just to try and block out some of the noise.

There were things about the city that he loved, sure. The access to food was great. There was an amazing variety in walking distance of his place or campus. He’d also found a few great stores— a game store and a second hand clothing shop were top of his list. It was great how there was always a distraction.

But there was always a distraction.

Nothing ever really stopped in the city. That constant hum, after a few weeks of it, was really getting to Danny. He hadn’t thought he was rural or anything, but Amity’s hundred thousand or so people never prepared him for living here.

He closed his eyes and made himself take a slow breath.

Jason was going to show him some places around the city today.

He had to get a handle on himself before then.

He’d been trying for an hour now— or so his phone alerted him to when he checked it for the hundredth time. He laid it back on his chest and closed his eyes. When it started ringing a moment later he nearly jumped out of his skin.

‘Jason Calling’, it read. He fumbled to swipe the screen. “Hi.”

“Hey. My meeting wrapped early so I was going to head your way now if that’s good?”

Danny swallowed, trying to force back the buzzing under his skin. “Oh, um, yeah, sure.”

The line was silent for a pause. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Jason snorted. “That’s a lie.”

Danny flung an arm over his eyes and forced himself to take another breath. “I guess, just… It’s stupid.”

“Fish.”

The endearment was more gentle than Danny felt he deserved. He was being stupid about this. Who struggled to be around people? And he wanted to see Jason too. It was just… everyone— everything else.

He could hear the sounds of the city on Jason’s end and tried to focus on his voice instead. “Come on fish, talk to me.”

“It’s just— being in the city all the time… it’s just getting to me a little, I guess. I’m not used it it. That’s all. I’ll be fine.”

Jason gave a considering hum. “Okay. Change of plans. Do you have a leather jacket?”

“What? No?”

“Okay. Are you up for one stop first? We’ll make it quick.”

“One stop before what?” Danny asked as he pulled himself up by the back of the couch.

“Before my new plan for the day.” Jason sounded smug.

“I don’t— we don’t have to—”

“Trust me, okay?”

It was such an earnest request that it brought Danny to pause. He swallowed once more before he found his voice. “Of course I will.”

“Good. Then I’ll see you in twenty. Go put on jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and some sturdy shoes.”

The abrupt end to the call had Danny blinking down at his phone before he pulled himself up to do as he was told.

-

Jason studied Danny as the other came out of his apartment building. He hadn’t liked how Danny sounded on the phone and he didn’t much like how Danny looked now. It was like the other had tucked all his loud, jagged, wonderful edges away. It was like he was hiding from the world.

Well, Jason would just have to fix that.

“Just one quick stop,” Jason said, handing Danny a helmet.

“I’m fine, you don’t have to ba—”

“Fish,” Jason said firmly. He waited until Danny was actually looking at him (not frowning at the ground) to continue. “It’s okay if you’re not okay. You don’t have to apologize to me or about it or about you. You can be not fine.”

Fuck he was sounding like his well meaning family now. Still, it got a wobbly smile from Danny, so maybe it was worth parroting back the words. The words didn’t always help, he knew that. They certainly didn’t fix stuff that he still struggled with some days, but they couldn’t hurt. It couldn’t hurt to be reminded that someone cared.

“Okay. One quick stop,” Danny agreed.

“Right,” Jason said. He turned and straddled his motorcycle. “You ever ridden before?”

“Yeah, actually I have. A friend has one.”

“Huh.” Jason was actually a little surprised by that. “Okay then hang on tight. We won’t be doing anything crazy in the city, but we might have to stop quickly. Some drivers are jackasses about motorcycles.”

The bike dipped under him as Danny settled on behind him. There was an obvious moment of hesitation before Danny let himself slide forward. As Danny settled along his back, Jason had a thought of how well Danny fit. He briefly squeezed the arms wrapped around his waist in notice before he started his bike up and they took off through the city.

The one quick stop was to get Danny a riding jacket and gloves; Jason wanted to be sure that Danny would be warm and, more importantly, protected on the drive. As it was, Jason drove more cautiously than normal, very aware that Danny’s safety was in his hands.

It wasn’t long to the store, and he tried to make sure the shopping didn’t take too long. He could practically see Danny’s edges fraying. He did make Danny try on several jackets, even if he tried to make sure they didn’t linger, so that Danny could find the right one.

“Are you sure this is it?” Danny asked, tugging on the hem of the black leather jacket. It had a bit of a retro cut, but there was enough modern padding that if Danny fell off the road rash wouldn’t be that bad. Besides, Danny looked good in it; it cinched nicely at his waist and fit his shoulder snugly.

“Yep,” Jason said. He reached out and smacked Danny’s hand away when he tried to take a peak at the price tag again. “Stop that. I already told you I’m buying.”

“Jason—”

“Just accept it. Give me the jacket and go pick out some gloves,” he said.

Danny rolled his eyes, but shrugged off the jacket and handed it over. Jason took the moment to explain the mater to the sales person, who was cooperative about not saying the total out loud. The knowing smirk was a bit weird though. It even had Danny glancing at Jason suspiciously, but they got out of the store with what was needed and Danny none the wiser to what a good motorcycle jacket could cost.

Jason took the time to sync up both helmets so that they could talk on the ride if they wanted to, but he left the matter to Danny. It turned out to be mostly silent once they left the city, especially since Jason wasn’t explaining where they were going. The longer they were on the open roads, the more that Jason could feel Danny relaxing against his back until. Finally he settled in and rested his head against Jason’s shoulder blade.

“Thank you.”

“Ain’t seen nothing yet,” Jason rumbled back.

Danny just answered with a soft hum before he fell silent again.

Jason took them on the highway, down some side streets just for the view, and through a smaller city to the more secluded parking lot that he knew about. He could feel Danny freeze up behind him, and chuckled as he pulled off his own helmet. Danny did the same as he stumbled off the bike.

“Come on,” Jason said. He practically had to guide Danny down the path and to the top of the first bluff where the concrete ended.

Danny let out a breath exhale. “Oh, wow.”

His mouth hung slightly open as he stared out at the crashing waves and the beach that stretched out before them. A cloudy fall day wasn’t exactly the best time to visit the coast (not that they were the only ones doing so), but Danny still stared at it like it was the best thing he’d seen in a long time.

He stared at it like it gave him life.

Jason found he wanted— suddenly and fiercely— to find a million more moments that would bring that same spark to Danny’s eyes. He didn’t want Danny to stop living just because he had died.

Jason didn’t want to stop living just because he had died.

Not anymore.

He reached down to undo the knots on his boots with Danny scrambling to do the same. Laces tied together, Jason slung the boots across his shoulders and made his way onto the beach. He reached out to help balance Danny as he stumbled a little on the soft white sand.

When they had gotten to the edge of the water, Jason hung back slightly in the damp, but not wet, sand while Danny, with all of his normal abandon, rolled up his pants legs and barreled into the waves with a whoop. He ran in and out of the surf like one of those sand piper birds as the wind whipped his dark hair around his face like a storm of shadows.

Laughing as he was chased by a larger swell of water, Danny stumbled back to Jason’s side. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with salt air, and then just slumped heavily against Jason like he was boneless. Jason took the weight easily.

Jason grinned down at Danny, who’s eyes were still locked on the water. “Worth the trip?”

“Yeah. Yeah, worth the trip. Completely. Thank you Jason.”

“’Course. Gotta get the fish to water now and then.”

“Shut up, dead boy.” Danny rolled his eyes, but his grin didn’t drop for a second.

Jason chuckled, but found he didn’t  need to say anything back. He was content to just watch Danny watch the ocean.

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AN: Finally an update for you all~ ngl, there are some rough spots I'm not entirely happy with, I feel you can really tell what I wrote when I was feeling really, really poorly. But that's what a re-write is for, I guess!

The classmates won't show up too much, but I needed an outside perspective and to show Danny is settling in- even if he's struggling with some things.

Apologies for any typos, I currently want to melon ball my eye out from this migraine so you know, words are hard. Anywho, stay delightful, darlings!

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[chocor0se]

do you think along with all batfam members having their own room in the manor they also have their own completely separate room? like the manors pretty big and there’s probably a lot of unused or abandoned spaces so why not?

it starts with dick getting his own gymnastics space when he first moves in and decorating it with things that remind him of the circus and his parents

then jason finds an old room after he moves in and starts putting random stuff he can’t fit in his bedroom in there until realizing he just made himself his own little space (in which dick finds out and remembers his own room in the process)

and eventually tim makes-gets his own blackout room for photography that’s decorated with a lot of batman and robin apparel and suddenly it’s a tradition

steph’s room has a lot of purple in it, and i like to think she uses hers to collect things she finds on patrol that she finds interesting (ex: a homemade card for spoiler, rocks that look cool, broken toy/stuffed animal, etc)

i’m not too sure about cass, but i think hers would be like steph’s collection but more as a collection of stuffed animals and/or things that are just generally comforting (ex: soft blankets, fidget toys, maybe a tv to watch movies(cass’s room is the favorite to go in))

barbara doesn’t get her own room at first because when she’s batgirl it hadn’t become a tradition yet but eventually after becoming oracle she gets her own arcade room (each game wheelchair accessible obviously) in which she absolutely schools everyone in all the games

when jason comes back he redecorates his room, putting in more books after the library fills up and practically making it a comfort room like cass’s except it’s less fluffy blankets and wonder and more vintage quilts and comfy chairs. it’s technically a second, smaller library, but jason also adds other things like play posters and pictures of the other bats and the outlaws (it also has a lot of hidden weapons just in case that everyone pretends not to know about)

damian’s room is actually a balcony that was left unused because it was in a corner of the mansion that no one usually went into. he uses the balcony to paint or draw the outdoor scenery and animals, and occasionally his siblings. despite him using only a balcony the others convince him to decorate so the entry way to the deck is lined with his drawing and paintings, though he usually keeps the balcony itself cleared out aside from an easel, table and chair so that he can just focus on the subject.

[twistedminutia]

A Million and One Minutia: Nuclear Weaponry

Read the previous chapters here: Ch. 1

Gray teaches the Heartslabyul upperclassmen about nuclear power and weaponry.

The school library is where I spend a majority of my time, much to Grim’s protests. I’m not exactly sure what irritates him so much about it- maybe it’s just the principle of the thing, because he naps most of the time anyway, and it’s more comfortable than Ramshackle. Fall has set in pretty firmly, and the dorm’s walls do not keep out the chill. The library is warm, comfy, and I don’t have to worry about a leaking ceiling if it rains.

It’s also the only place on campus I can get internet access from. I don’t have money for a phone, and even if I got one for free, I can’t pay for an internet plan. Crowley hems and haws whenever the subject comes up, so I’m not holding out hope. So. Library computers it is.

Naturally, the internet itself is recognizable, but weird. Like most things here. The search engines are different, but have a similar format to what I’m used to. The websites are different, but they’re clear analogues of websites back home. It’s at least intuitive to navigate, if a little strange.

Research provides me with some details, but the more I look at, the more incomplete it feels. I can’t explain it quite right, but it feels a little like trying to read a detailed fanfic for a series of movies you haven’t seen. I can intuit a lot of it, but then a website will casually mention something I don’t know about at all and I’m completely lost again.

I’m in the middle of trying to figure out if hippogriffs are real actual animals here or just some sort of cryptid when I hear footsteps nearby. I glance up at the right moment to make eye contact with Cater, who waves enthusiastically. Trey follows his gaze and gives me a wave of his own. They pause near me, and I nod at Riddle, who’s the last member in their little group. He nods back.

“How’s it going?” Trey asks. “Ramshackle’s all right? You’re getting enough to eat and sleep?”

Ever since Trey learned that I am not of this world, he’s been subtly momming me. It’s nothing too bothersome- just frequent questions about how I’m doing, if I need anything, if I’m taking care of myself all right. Usually it’s no big deal, though I did get an impressive lecture once when I’d been in such a hurry that I hadn’t brushed my teeth when leaving Ramshackle in the morning. Apparently, anyone in a leadership position at Heartslabyul has formidable scolding abilities.

Still, it’s not like I don’t appreciate the gesture. Not least of all because Trey has been slipping me baked goods. Keeping them away from Grim so that I can get even one bite has become a full-time job.

“Everything’s fine,” I say. “Are you here to get some studying done?”

“More or less,” Trey says. “Riddle and I are trying to get a study guide set up for the exams coming up, so the freshmen will have something to follow during the study groups.”

“I’m just here to snap some Magicam pics,” Cater says, holding his phone up to get a shot of himself against one of the bookshelves. “Dark academia is super trendy right now.”

“You’re going to study for exams and set up a guide to help other people study?” I ask, ignoring Cater to level a skeptical look at Riddle and Trey. “Don’t you ever give yourselves time to rest?”

“Of course. A certain amount of rest ensures that the brain is functioning at peak level,” Riddle huffs. “I have a half an hour of leisure before bed every night. And helping other people study is shown to be one of the most effective forms of learning and retaining information.” He draws himself up, heels clicking together. “I’m going to get the class textbooks for the basic freshmen courses.”

He heads off down the rows of bookshelves, heels clacking against the ground. I share a look with Trey. “He is actually doing okay, right?” I ask.

“I’ve been making sure he doesn’t push himself too hard,” Trey says. “Cater’s been helping keep things in order too.”             “Gotta keep the housewarden happy,” Cater agrees, thumbing through the photos he’s taken. I take the opportunity to sneak a glance at Trey’s bag. It’s gotten to the point where my mouth starts watering when Trey shows up. He’s completely Pavloved me. Assuming that Pavlov is still a thing in this universe. Probably not. I wonder what classical conditioning is called here. Probably just ‘classical conditioning.’

Trey catches me staring and shakes his head. “I gave you a dozen cookies three days ago.”

“Yeah, and I live with a furry black hole,” I say, jerking a thumb toward Grim. He rolls onto his belly, mumbling something indistinct.

Trey laughs. “Well, I don’t have any food on me.”

“Even if you did, you probably shouldn’t have it out here,” Cater says, glancing deeper into the library. “Riddle’s going to be back at any moment.”

Good point. Biggest, most well-known rule ever: don’t bring food into a library. “Oh, right,” I say. “I guess Riddle would go nuclear if he saw someone eating in here.”

I thought it was a fairly reasonable thing to say, but apparently not, because both Cater and Trey swivel toward me with identical looks of bewilderment. “What?” Cater says.

Oops. Maybe making fun of the housewarden is only for the people actually under his rule. Deuce and Ace never had a problem with it- though their relationship with Riddle is often contentious and they’re perhaps not the best examples to look toward for the appropriate treatment of housewardens. I shrink down in my seat. “Uh- Y’know, was just saying that he’d be pissed if we broke a rule- I didn’t mean anything by it, really- I guess I’ve just been around Ace and Deuce and they complain about him all the time so I thought-” You’re throwing your friends under the bus, stop talking! “It wasn’t an insult toward him or anything-”

Cater waves a hand. “No, I mean, what does ‘going nuclear’ mean?”

I pause, giving time for my scrambled brain to slip back on the tracks. “Wh- going nuclear?” I glance at Trey, but he’s clearly just as mystified as Cater. “You know. Blowing your top. Going ballistic. Freaking out. He would have gotten really mad.”

“Huh,” Trey says. “I’ve never heard that one before.”             “I guess it’s not a terribly common phrase,” I say.

“Nu-cle-ar,” Cater says, rolling the word around in his mouth. “Huh. Is that another word for angry in your world?”

“No,” I say, a little caught off guard. “You don’t know what nuclear means?”

Trey shakes his head. “I just said I’ve never heard of it before.”

“Yeah, but I thought you just meant in that context, not that you didn’t know what nuclear was.” I look at Cater, but he just shakes his head at me.

“What is it?” Trey asks, settling into a computer seat next to me. Cater perks up and leans in.

“W-well, it’s-” Uh. Crap. I know what nuclear means in a very general sense, but not enough to describe it with any sort of accuracy. My first instinct would be to look it up, but I’m not sure how useful that’s going to be- if Trey and Cater haven’t even heard of it, is it something they’ve even discovered here? “Um. So. I only learned about this briefly once, so this maybe isn’t all that accurate. But I think it’s… some kind of atomic thing? Like, if something happens on an atomic level, then you get a substance that produces radioactivity, which can be really dangerous, and people use it for power and bombs and things…” I pause. Cater and Trey are just staring. “Okay, uh. Do you know what atoms are?”

Trey nods, but Cater just shrugs. “I never paid attention in science class. They’re really small, right?”

“Yeah, they’re the smallest substance. I think, if something happens to the nucleus, then you get radioactivity, which is a kind of dangerous energy that you can use for… some things, I think. X-rays are radioactive, and that’s why you have to use a lead blanket when you have them…” Cater and Trey are still staring at me like I’m speaking gibberish. In fairness, I barely understand what I’m saying. “I didn’t really pay attention in science class either, okay? I’m not very good at explaining this stuff.”             There’s the ‘click click’ of approaching heeled footsteps and Trey looks around me. “Hey, Riddle, do you know what nuclear means?”

I spin around in time to see Riddle placing a stack of books on the table next to him. He’s using magic to carry it, presumably because the stack is almost as tall as he is. It makes quite an impressive thump. “Yes. I’ve done some reading on nuclear physics, so I’m familiar with it, though I’ll admit it’s not a subject I’m all that interested in. Why?”

It figures that Riddle would casually bring up reading about nuclear physics. I bet he was reading science textbooks for fun at age six. “We were just talking about it,” I say. “I mentioned it and Cater and Trey didn’t know what it meant.”

“I’m not surprised,” Riddle says. He goes up on his tiptoes to reach some of the books at the top of the stack. His fingertips don’t quite touch the cover of the topmost book. “It’s- ugh- not a subject most people bother with.” He makes one final grab at the book, then gives up in the most dignified, I-meant-to-do-that way, and just magics it down. “I’m surprised you know about it, considering…” Riddle trails off, apparently realizing there’s no way out of that sentence that isn’t an insult. He clears his throat awkwardly. “Just. Considering.”

“Everyone knows about nuclear power where I come from. I mean, not everyone. But most people. There’s a big debate over whether or not we should use it for power right now, which freaks some people out, but-” I stop. Riddle is giving me the sort of horrified look usually reserved for when a person has a cockroach the size of a hot dog crawling up their back. “What?”

“You’re trying to use it for power generation?” he says, aghast. “Why? Nuclear materials are highly unstable and dangerous! It’s a fascinating hypothetical subject, but no one’s willing to put money into such a volatile substance, and certainly no one would agree to use it over magic-generated power.”

“Well, my world didn’t have magic,” I say a little sulkily. “We kind of had to make do.” Riddle frowns, looking vaguely disturbed. “It being dangerous is why there’s such a big debate over using it- no one wants to use a substance that could poison you near their homes, but it produces a lot of energy and it’s less harmful in the long term than things like oil. And people are careful with it. It’s not the same as getting power from a nuclear bomb or something.”             Riddle’s expression sours further. “A nuclear… bomb?”

“A bomb that utilizes the energy of a split atom or something. It’s supposed to be insanely powerful, and even if you don’t get blown up by it, it irradiates the surrounding area, and then that radiation makes people sick, so it’s a pretty effective weapon.” I grope for an appropriate metaphor. “It’s… um, it’s powerful enough that if you dropped one on NRC, the RSA would get hit by the shockwave. And it would probably give any survivors radiation sickness.”

“Woah,” Cater says. “Why would you make something like that?”

I shrug. “There wasn’t that good of a reason- it was made in a war that a lot of people were trying to win and it sort of… happened because people wanted a weapon that would end the war. But then people started making more of them, because everyone was scared of having it used on them, so they needed one of their own to protect themselves, and then everyone ended up with so many of them that they were an apocalyptic threat so no one could fire them. It all just sort of snowballed.”

“Huh,” Trey says. “That actually reminds me of the end of the war between the faeries and the humans.”

“Really?” Cater says. Trey swats him gently with a scrap piece of paper.

“Trein was just talking about it in class last week. Toward the end of the war, humans and faeries were using such destructive magic against each other that battlefields were tainted with blot and destroyed. The battles were almost always stalemates, and no one was winning anything. It’s one of the main reasons the peace negotiations started to gain some traction.”

Riddle nods. “There were other political reasons, of course, but that was where the biggest push for peace started. The first major act of human and faerie cooperation was restoring areas of land that were damaged by blot and magic.”

“Did it work?” I ask.

“For the most part- I think the Jupiter Corporation assisted heavily with the cleanup, and there are still a few areas that need restoration. But it’s largely healed now,” Riddle says.

“Then you’re doing better than we are,” I say ruefully. “You can’t really clean up radiation that way. Once it’s there, it’s there. The only thing you can do is wait until it fades naturally.”

“What does radiation do?” Cater asks. “Is it like blot?”

“It makes you sick, I think. There’s radiation in a lot of things, like sunlight- I think that’s why it can give you sunburns. But the kind of radiation the bombs used would make you sick. Deadly sick. That was one of the big concerns with them- even if people don’t die in the initial blast, the radiation would kill them off.” That and the nuclear winter, but I don’t mention that bit. All three of them look vaguely unsettled anyway.

“But that never happened,” Trey says, a little like he’s trying to reassure himself as well.

“No. And they decommissioned enough bombs that even if we had a war now, it probably wouldn’t kill everyone.” I consider. “Maybe. There’d probably be pockets of people who would survive. Civilization would definitely collapse, though. And radiation takes thousands of years to go away, so there’d be big parts of the world that would just be uninhabitable.” The three Heartslabyul boys exchange uncomfortable looks. “But it’s fine now. Mostly.”

“It’s impressive,” Riddle says after a moment, “what your world has managed to achieve without magic. I never would have thought that a place like that could become just as advanced as our world.”

“Thanks,” I say, uncertain what else to respond with. It’s not like I personally did any of the advancement he’s talking about. “Just being in a world where magic exists is pretty incredible to me. Thought it’s a lot to learn, since I’m not familiar with the history or how magic works or any of that…”

Something in Riddle’s eyes sparks and I trail off, trying to figure out exactly what I said. “Then you will join us for our study session. With midterms coming up, there isn’t a moment to waste, and having a remedial student will help Trey and I practice teaching the rest of the fist years.”

“Remedial student?” I sputter, indignant. I’m doing pretty well, considering I’m having to relearn everything from scratch in a high school setting. Then I realize that Riddle has just sentenced me to a study session from hell. “Uh, actually, I need to-” My gaze falls on the snoozing cat-beast next to me. “Grim and I should be getting back to Ramshackle before it’s too late, you know, we have to make dinner and there’s cleaning to do and-”

“Nonsense,” Riddle says, waving me off. “Trey has already made a nutritious meal back at the dorm, and I’m certain there’s enough for you to take part.”

I shoot Trey a pleading look, but he just nods. “There’s enough.” I glare at him. He shrugs back.

“And the cleaning can wait until midterms are over. There’s nothing more pressing than your studies.” Riddle waves his pen and the pile of books next to him starts hovering again. “We’ll head to the dorm once I check these out.” He pauses, then hands me a book on the top of the pile. “You can start with this basic overview of magical energy and its formation in nature.” He heads off to the front desk without waiting for my agreement, the book tower floating along next to him.

“Thanks for the help,” I mutter to Trey and Cater.

“It’s not that bad,” Trey says. “Riddle’s a good teacher. And even if you don’t need the help, it’ll be good for Grim. He could use the review- Ace says he barely stays awake during Trein’s lectures.”

True enough. Though it’s irritating that I have to be roped into it as well. “Fine, fine. C’mon, Grim.” I poke him. “We’re studying.”

“Myahhh,” he mumbles, shoving his face into his paws. “Five more minutes.”

I roll my eyes. “We’re going to Heartslabyul for dinner. Trey made it.”

He shoots to his paws. “Why didn’t you say so? Let’s go!” He hops down from the desk and starts booking it toward the entrance of the library. I pick up the book Riddle gave me and join Trey and Cater in heading toward Riddle. Hopefully by the time Grim realizes we’re actually attending a study session, he’ll be too full and scared of getting collared again that he won’t make a fuss. Maybe. It’s a bit of a long shot. Whatever. Trey will probably give us dessert, and that’s enough of a win to make the whole evening worth it.

Read the next chapter here: Ch. 3

[thebisexualdogdad]

Can you do a Nancy Wheeler X Male Reader were he performs Oral sex on her in the school library after she tells him to be quiet so she can study for an upcoming exam

Nancy Wheeler X GN!reader

"How long do we have to study for? It's been like three hours," you sigh, leaning back in your chair not able to look at your textbooks any longer.

"This exam is worth twenty-five percent of our grade," Nancy states, "you can go home if you want but I'm staying."

"I don't want to go home," you huff.

"Then be quiet," she chuckles, "and if you're good maybe I'll buy you dinner as a reward."

"I'm intrigued by your proposition but can we at least make this a little more interesting?" You say coming up with an idea.

"Y/N we are in the library we can't play strip studying again," she smiles, playfully rolling her eyes.

"You're on the right track but that's not exactly what I had in mind," you grin, slipping underneath the table.

"Y/N?" She asks confused when she feels you kissing up her legs which are already exposed thanks to her skirt, "Y/N what are you doing?"

"You want me to be quiet?" You say poking your head out from under the desk, "this will keep me quiet while you get to keep studying, it's a win win for both of us."

"And how am I supposed to stay-," she starts when your head disappears again and her skirt is being pushed up enough to make room for you in between her legs , "focused."

She hears a muffled, "just relax," in response and grips the edge of the desk tightly when your tongue begins to lick her through her underwear.

Nancy frantically looks around but it's after 6pm and nearly everyone else has gone home for the night so it's just you and her left in that section of the library.

You slip her underwear off of her and she moans when there's no more material blocking your tongue from touching her directly.

She freezes when a librarian walks by with a stack of books to put away having to bite down on her bottom lip when you start gently sucking on her clit.

She tries so hard to read her notes to make it look like she's still studying but the way your tongue is flicking rapidly over her clit she has to close her eyes as the words become fuzzy.

The librarian finally leaves and Nancy lets out a guttural groan.

You lift one of her legs over your shoulder giving you better access to run patterns through her folds with your tongue, her heel digging into your back.

"Oh fuck," she moans, knocking one of her notebooks onto the ground when you ease a finger inside her.

Her breath hitches when another student walks into your section standing in front of a bookcase, taking thier time looking for a book.

You add a second finger pumping steadily and kissing all across her thighs as she holds onto her textbook for dear life praying the other student leaves soon, her release quickly approaching.

They find the book they were looking for, paying zero attention to Nancy who is on the brink of orgasm.

Now that you're alone again you suck her clit harshly between your lips, curling your fingers to find the spot that takes her over the edge.

She clasps her hand over her mouth to keep herself from moaning loud enough for the entire library to hear.

Her thighs uncontrollably clamp around your head and you work her through her orgasm.

When it subsides she releases your head from her grasp and she moans as your fingers disappear but your tongue gives her a few last aftershocks, loving the taste of her.

You climb out from under the table, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand and making sure she sees you slip her underwear in your back pocket.

You lean in and whisper in her ear, "you still want to keep studying?"

"Get your stuff, we're going to your car."

[shrimpathizer]

this is just a theory (i haven't looked into this bit that much) but I feel like the reason that misinformation is so wildly rampant in online communities about ADHD (probably also autism) is in part because of how inaccessible actual professional information about it is.

Like, I remember before I got my diagnosis (what started off this whole thing a while back), I was looking at the CDC website description of symptoms of ADHD with my mom and. If you thought you were neurodivergent and were looking at this thing trying to see if you should get tested, its basically saying "screw you. you're either a child who is going to be here because of their parents, or an adult who is also here because of another neurotypical."

one of the criteria was literally "is often 'on the go' acting as if 'driven by a motor.'" that means absolutely nothing. you are using undefined expressions to explain something to someone who historically is not good at understanding unexplained social norms (such as expressions).

plus, its incredibly subjective. "on the go" could mean something wildly different for one person then the next. and "often" could mean "all the time every day" or "only at school" or even "every other week." not to mention the memory issues that at least a lot of the people who I know with ADHD struggle with.

someone who might have ADHD has no way of knowing if they "often have trouble organizing tasks and activities" or if that is a normal amount. there is no way for them to easily know if they "often do not seem to listen when spoken to directly."

so it seems obvious to me, that they would turn to other people with ADHD. and the easiest place to find them these days is online. thats how I started wondering if I should get diagnosed. they're probably trying to find some other way to understand or know. and since its social media and social media is rampant with misinformation, of course they are going to be fed misinformation.

people are going to tell them "you see this weird thing that you do? I do that too. and its actually because of this much larger thing. trust me." and people will. because there really isn't much of another place for them to turn. they are going to self-diagnose with every disorder under the sun to make themselves feel at home and feel like they aren't weird or wrong.

maybe i'm way off here but I think that if you want people (teens in particular) to stop turning to social media for comfort and information, you should give them other resources that are accessible. that they don't have to pay to see, that they can understand clearly, that acknowledges all the weird things that they feel bad about.

and sort of as a side note: i remember in elementary school, early on (this might have just been my school/city/state), the school set up one of those mobile classrooms on the yard and would pull kids out for like a good couple months to do eye exams. because we've normalized that kids also have eye problems and thats normal. and maybe, could we also get a small little assessment. just to see if we can find neurodivergent kids early on and get them help so that they don't suffer for years and years.

and i'm not talking as someone who has had it hard. i have had it so easy compared to so many others. i have supportive parents and get good grades, and yet, i am constantly burnt out. i constantly feel horrible. not just because of depression. maybe i'm being too radical here but i feel like i shouldn't need a 504 plan to say that if i'm having a panic attack i can leave the room. that if i'm having trouble focusing i can go to the library or somewhere else. that i can get extensions on due dates. that i can see a copy of the notes or lesson for reference. i don't know maybe i'm just incredibly radical that i think people shouldn't have to be expected to work four times as hard to get anything done and then get blamed when they don't live up to the expectation. whether or not they are neurodivergent.

[nevillesbestie]

Neville Longbottom x Reader Chapter 1!

Welcome everyone to the beginning of a journey! I'm nervous about this, I've barely ever written before and when I did it was for my school's newspaper! Please bear with me as we embark on this journey together! Hopefully I get better at this as I go but we never know!

Warnings: Slight angst, yearning, one-sided love, (at first), Valentines day right around the corner

A/N - If you want to be on my taglist then I'll link my google form to get added! Have fun reading everyone!

A/N 2 - This was done in like a week, the reader is female with female parts, she/her pronouns for reader, reader can have long or short hair, reader has her hair in a towel because they make small towels for you to put your hair in

A/N 3 - I don’t know if you read Harry Potter stuff but @h-harleybaby what do you think of this????

It was your last year at hogwarts. You were nervous about moving on after school, you didn't know what you wanted to do. Well technically you knew what you wanted to do but you weren't ready for it. You had nice grades, you had a couple A's and B's and a few C's as well, you were a good student just had a bit of an attitude problem.

You had a couple friends, it was a weird little group but they were your found family. Ginny was your best friend, having sat next to her in the great hall after you all got sorted. Luna had made friends with you a couple weeks after you got put together during Charms class, and you had met Hermione in the library after you had got there to study with Ginny.

You had a couple other friends as well, Seamus and Dean being your go-to to sit next to during Astronomy, which was surprisingly the only class where they didn't act like hooligans.

The day was going well, except for the fact it was Valentine's Day and you sadly didn't have anyone to go to the Valentine's ball with. Ginny was going with Harry, Hermione was going with Ron, and Luna was going with some ravenclaw dude. Of course you were going to the dance with all of them you just didn't have your own date.

"Well I think you should ask him, he'll probably say yes anyway" Ginny says as we walk out of a random Hogsmeade shop. Luna joins in "He's very shy and sensitive so when you ask him just be gentle" causing you to groan. "I don't know guys, I don't even think he likes me"

Hermione scoffs "Are you daft? He basically fawns over you all of the time, you just don't notice" causing Ginny to chuckle. "I don't know, maybe I will, I just don't want to get hurt and rejected because of it you know?"

Ginny sighs and shakes her head while smiling "Y/N you're one of the prettiest girls here ok? He won't reject you, now if you'll excuse me I have to go meet up with Harry for a bit" Hermione and Luna nod and say the same thing as all three of them walk away smiling.

You sigh and walk back to Hogwarts to get ready to try on the dress your mom sent you for the ball. You get back to your dorm room and take out your dream dress, you smile and try it on, the way it looks on you is perfect. You think and wonder if he likes you like Hermione said he does. You sigh and take off the dress before taking a shower and putting on your pajamas, you sit down with your hair in a towel as you grab a book and start reading where you left off last night.

---------<3

It's a couple hours later when the girls come into your dorm room with all of their dresses, makeup, and hair supplies. You smile as they set up chaotically, "Well I didn't realize you could be such a mess Hermione" Ginny laughs while Luna giggles softly. You get up and pull out your dress before starting to get ready with the girls.

You four figure out whether you want to straighten or curl your hair, whether you want to wear makeup or not, and what shoes to wear with them. While you guys are laughing and talking you hear a knock on the door before a letter slides under it with your name on it.

You go and pick it up before reading what it says. You slowly open the letter before starting to read it quietly. You blush and smile as you slowly read it.

'Hello Y/N,

I'm writing you this letter because Seamus and Dean have convinced me to do it, I wanted to ask you to go to the Valentine's Day ball with me in person but I was nervous, I don't know if it's too late to ask you now but if you would like to go to the Ball with me, meet me at the bottom of the stairs in front of the great hall.

-N.L'

Ginny looks over and smirks before snatching the letter out of your hand and starting to read it out loud causing Hermione and Luna to squeal and laugh. "Ginny stop it!" you blush and try to grab the letter back but she holds it over her head. "You have to meet him at the stairs! It'll be so cute!" Hermione adds in.

You smile and blush, "Alright, help me get ready girls, I want to look nice for this" Luna grabs your hand before sitting you down on the chair in front of Ginny's vanity as you and Ginny share a dorm. The girls help you with your hair and makeup and help you pick out what shoes you wanna wear.

It's about an hour later and you four leave the dorm and walk out and meet up with Harry and Ron before leaving and meeting up with Luna's date. They quickly shuffle into the great hall but the girls stop them as they turn and see Neville Longbottom waiting at the bottom of the stairs. You stayed back to take a few deep breaths and calm down, Seamus and Dean stopped to see how you were doing before smiling and leaving, you leave shortly afterwards and make your way towards the stairs.

You take a deep breath and whisper to yourself, "It's ok Y/N, what could go wrong right?" You slowly turn the corner and look down to see Neville waiting for you, he looks up and smiles as he processes that it's you. You blush before slowly walking down the stairs and meeting him at the bottom.

"Hi" You slowly say as you hear Luna and Ginny quietly squealing causing you to blush out of embarrassment. He smiles, "Hi, I'm sorry I didn't ask you out in person, I was really nervous and I didn't know if you would say yes or not" You giggle softly and smile "I was really nervous too, I wanted to ask you as well but I backed out at the last second"

He puts his hand out, "Well?" You grab his hand while still smiling and he leads you both to the front of the great hall where the girls and their dates, you all walk in together and find a table.

It’s hard not to have fun during the best Ball of the year…right?

[berrypass-de-murdler]

64. Deduction College

DAMN when's the last time I got to share a design for an episode?

It probably wasn't that long ago it just feels like it.

With Fletch sketching out the last few designs and only 3 episodes left to write, the MURDLE cartoon is almost COMPLETE!!

Here's Dean Glaucous! Heavily based off of Asgore from Undertale, he is an 'herbivorous lion'! Unlike his more aggressive wife Tuscany, he is a kindly old man with only a slight tendency for murder. And he was an incredible father to Logico, despite the difficult circumstances.

DON'T READ THE EPISODES UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK!!

Logi goes to his childhood home, the Deduction College. He goes to the library to research the past of his town. But the librarian is dead (ofc). The ministers, Glaucous and Tuscany are there. They’re essentially Logico’s parents. 

SAFFRON: HIIIIII LOGICO!  LOGICO: What are you doing here?! SAFFRON: I was gonna go look for books about the FUTURE! 😀

Logico doesn’t care. What he does care about SLIGHTLY is the fact that MR. SHADOW IS STILL THERE. You could say it… followed him home. Logi screams again, but then stops himself. It is completely irrational to be afraid of a shadow. It’s… NO ENOUGH! Murder. Right.

SAFFRON: Awww, Logico, I know you’re sad. LOOK, A MURDER! That’s good right? You can solve it! SHADOW: Shh.

Logico wanders. He thinks of the symbols Mauve showed him on the ruins… letters with no meaning. Perhaps they spelled ‘eulogy’, like the one Irratino was never given.

Glaucous is looking at a pine tree. It is pretty. Saffron has a pencil - maybe she IS smart! 

SAFFRON: 1 + 1 + 1 + 2, school’s not really there for YOU!

No, she isn’t. Logico sees that crystal skull AGAIN- the one from his first mission with Tino as his partner. It gives him too much. Some college kids run away screaming as Shadow slowly walks up to the skull on the ground. It picks it up, and turns away. That thing fucking stole Irratino’s skull!! That sounded more wrong than it was. Logico stomps after the beast ANGRILY. Then it looks at him, and he changes his mind.

LOGICO: You stupid fucking… THING! I am NOT scared of you!

He is scared of it.

Watch out - Logico solved another murder!

TUSCANY: The librarian was awful and should have been fired years ago. I did a good deed, but I should have known better than to kill when our smartest graduate was visiting. [pats Logi] LOGICO: Flattery will get you nowhere. TUSCANY: What about bribery?

Logico thinks about it. That does sound nice. Then he realizes that he is supposed to be grieving??

LOGICO: Give me access to the Old Main archives and we can talk.

Tuscany sighs and wanders to the stairs. Logico looks back. 

SAFFRON: Wanna know a secret?

IS SAFF ABOUT TO SAY SOMETHING HELPFUL???

SAFFRON: I was just pretending to be smart so that Dame Obsidian wouldn’t notice me. HEEHEE! LOGICO: Wait-

He runs back to the stairs and Shadow is blocking him. 

LOGICO: YOU BEAST!

Logico has to fight his way past. Shadow rolls down the stairs and runs away at the speed of light before Logico can think of catching up.

The end!

Shadow roll like a burrito

Wut

Pray for logico

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[tremendouskoalachild]

can i just... vent a bit. recently, maybe over the last couple years, i have been bumping into more and more things that are minor inconveniences to me at best but make me so mad on behalf of others.

all local university buildings are now only accessible with a student or employee id. i have one so i don't care beyond being slightly slowed down coming and going but those used to be public buildings, with cool unique stuff on display in the hallways and beautiful old architecture, largely empty at some times of day/week, and now you can only come in if you have an appointment or there's a special event. they're justifying it as a security measure because of a school shooting last year but the process of installing turnstiles was underway before that.

a big library building made all disabled bathroom stalls only accessible to eurokey holders. not everyone who needs to use those stalls has or can get one. this also greatly reduced the number of available stalls during peak times, and locked away the paper towel dispensers, so everyone is now queuing for a single hand-dryer per floor. great job guys, everyone loses. they're justifying it by people frequently vandalizing the bathrooms, which is fucking bullshit.

at the same library i was woken up from a quick powernap by security, because i was curled up on a comfy couch, and apparently you're only allowed to sleep in the library if you're sitting at a table. i was about to wake up and get back to typing anyway and didn't care outside of it being a bit embarrassing but we can all see this is just an attempt to get rid of people without shelter right

a nearby train station was under renovation recently and i was presently surprised that the public bathrooms were a lot more easily accessible and free of charge. but then they officially opened and turns out it was just free because it would be a hassle to charge money while they were renovating, and the fee went up. the bus station/mall across the street from there went from free bathrooms to free on a different floor but paid close to the bus terminals, to all paid, in maybe 10 years. they also don't have an actual way to get large luggage past the turnstiles at this bus station(!), so you better have someone watch it for you i guess. i don't really have an effective way to complain about all this because i don't live in the town, just pass through often enough.

so many free amenities and services were taken away during covid lockdowns and, predictably, never came back or got paywalled. fucking malls have paid public bathrooms now, and replaced sitting areas with kiosks. some of the more high-end malls outside the city center still have them but will ask you to get lost if an employee thinks you look like you won't be spending money there.

for the past two years many public buildings, like train stations and libraries, as well as privately owned malls, have been swarming with goons in security vests walking around trying to look tough. big coincidence this started when the first wave of ukrainian refugees got here, i'm sure. if you ask why there's a need to have four wannabe cops in a regional train station when there wasn't just a few years ago they'll just say it's a security measure and get mad at you.

[siriannatan]

They don't deserve you - flower husbands

Just a random anime-school!AU thingy I put together in like and you or two :}

AO3

Jimmy had no idea what to do with himself now. Just yesterday he would just go on a patrol to make sure no one used club time as an excuse to break school rules. And yes, maybe everyone was right and he wasn't made for the Law Keeper's position in the student council. And it was maybe correct that he only got it because no one else wanted that position. but he was doing his best anyway. He certainly wasn't doing it to maybe impress Council's Treasurer, fWhip. No. Not at all. Jimmy just liked rules...

Not that anyone ever appreciated his hard work. 

Even fWhip, who initially liked Jimmy calling himself School Sheriff would snicker and giggle whenever Jimmy's reprimands and calls to keep up the rules failed. Jimmy just took forever to see it. Like an absolute idiot.

"Maybe I shouldn't have quit..." Jimmy sighed staring at the School Council's building. Empires High was a fancy school for rich kids that left most of its internal student-student problems to the council. And Jimmy just quit that council. Threw his badge in Joel's stupid face - even called him stupid to his face despite the fact that Council President was dating his sister - and said he was done and stormed out.

He fully expected they would ask him to come back by now but no. Joel at all didn't mind taking over Jimmy's old responsibilities until a new 'Sheriff' could be found. The idiot just liked the attention. Well. If they didn't need him then he didn't need them. But what was he to do during club time?

He couldn't just go home. And he didn't feel like joining a club or spending it in the library working on his homework. He could... No. Scott would...

"You okay?" Jimmy would run away with some half-baked excuse hearing Scott's voice on any other occasion. Today he just didn't really feel like it. "You look down, and I heard some rumours..." Scott hummed as he sat down next to Jimmy on the rooftop access stairs. The view of the Council building was perfect from there and few came by.

"Why do you care... I... We... We're no longer friends," Jimmy sighed, considering if he maybe could still run away. The art building had a similarly good view. But Lizzie was likely there.

"We both know we were a bit more," Scott giggled but it fell flat at the lack of response. "Come on Jim, you tried playing by the rules, it didn't work, why not come back to what worked?" the 'delinquent' offered. Scott wasn't that bad as far as delinquents went, but he deeply disliked the rules and anyone trying to make him do stuff he didn't want to do. 

"Following you around you mean?" Jimmy huffed, glancing at his former... friend. Thinking about what they actually were, in secret, would only make now worse.

"Oh, Jimmy, there's no way you think about our time that way," Scott pouted. His fake tears were as good as ever but Jimmy could see through them so he just stared at him, unimpressed. "Me wanting to hang out with you has nothing to do with your tendency to just follow along with others, I just didn't want anyone thinking they can use it," Scott shook his head, pushing himself into a corner, looking right at Jimmy. "And because you're darn cute. Lame jackets and hats or not." 

"They're not that bad," Jimmy huffed. His 'lame' jackets and hats were currently buried deep in his wardrobe so no one could get rid of them before Jimmy was ready to do it.

"They're cute, but only on you. If anyone else put these on they'd look like a loser," Scott grinned, sending Jimmy a wink.

"I remember more than one occasion when you borrowed one of my heinous jackets and looked damn smug about it," Jimmy tried to sound annoyed but he could not help a slight hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, but I look good in everything and besides, who wouldn't want to borrow a cute guy's jacket?" Scott's coy tone and confident smile were enough for Jimmy to remember how much he missed this jerk. "Want to grab milkshakes after the damn club period is done?" Scott asked, leaning forward a bit. Their faces were still a respectable, proper 'I'm just messing with you' distance apart but just barely.

"Who says I want to go anywhere with you?" Jimmy hummed back but leaned forward just a bit. Their noses were almost touching.

"Just a hunch," Scott seemed to shrug. Miss-matched teal and golden eyes not leaving Jimmy's golden ones for even a second. "The damn council doesn't deserve you, Jim. You don't..."

Scott's face angled just a bit as he spoke and Jimmy couldn't stand the tension anymore. What was he supposed to do with himself without the Badge? He couldn't hang out with Lizzie even without Joel around, she was so disappointed with him that she could barely look at him at home. Scott on the other hand could not care less so... Jimmy shut him up with a kiss. 

It was short, brief, and only meant to shut Scott up for a second. Far from enough for either of them after their long break from each other. "Want to skip the club time and grab some milkshakes?" Jimmy asked with a smirk, he missed how easily flustered Scott got whenever his flirting was sincerely returned. "I know an exit no one ever checks."

"Breaking rules? How romantic," Scott giggled once the shock passed.

Jimmy shrugged. "They shouldn't just let someone who knows all the rules and secret passages go so easily," he grinned offering Scott a hand in getting up. Scott instantly latched himself to Jimmy's arm once up.

[blindrapture]

FRIDAY JULY 15TH, 2011 ("yes, quite nice")

9:10 AM WHERE THE FUCK IS DONNIE OH GOD

9:11 AM Oh. Bathroom. Hahaha. Haaaaaaaaalet’s just go.

9:39 AM This fucking apocalypse, man. It was maybe sorta getting somewhere approximating the direction of "Cool" for a bit? But now I just want to get to the rabbit hole and decode the next goddamn Cipher. Seeing people get murdered left and right kinda puts a damper on the fun. So we're off. We're out. On the road again.

10:20 AM "Jordan?" Yeah? "Are you.. feeling alright?" Yeah, what's up? Did I do something? "No, I'm just worried." Well, all things being equal? Accounting for the shit we're witnessing on a daily basis, and the physical strain of unpredictable survival? Like, accounting for that. "Yes, accounting for that. I've seen you through some hard stuff. You look tense even for that." I do? ...actually, no, yeah. Sorry, guess I'm waking up. Yeah. Yeah, I am tense. "We need to keep an open communication. Talk to me." It's. I think it's the prospect of new Fears. Can't know what we're in for. "Mm. Was it the cold one yesterday?" ...yeah. ._. "I felt it too, y'know. I lost sight of you, and I quickly lost all memory of you. By extension, all memory of anyone but my mother. I thought I was still living with her, that it was me and her in this apocalypse, that I had to depend on her during this. That's... a nightmare I've had for years. Not that I expected literally this to happen to the world, but my mother is just not dependable... and I would fear that I'd be put in a position where something did happen to the world and she was still my only guardian…" I can.. understand. That cold wave.. it got.. it got us deep. It was powerful. "I want you to talk to me about your nightmare." It's.. well, like yours, it's a nightmare I'd been having a lot even before the apocalypse happened. When my family moved back to England, it didn't just remove me from my friends, it removed me from any life or culture that I had been prepared for. And I had taken quite some preparing. I didn't get back into school in England. That was my parents' responsibility, I was underage even by English law, and culturally, like... I'd never lived in a town like that before... I'd never interacted with a British school... well, like, I had faint memories of it when I was 5, 6. Anyway. The point is I didn't get in in time. And I was too young to get a part-time job, according to my dad. So I was literally just.. in my room all the time. Bare white walls. Tiny, closet-sized room. Giant window that couldn't close properly, giving me direct access to the British winter temperatures... we didn't even have internet for a few months, I'd have to go to the library and log onto those computers just to go on Facebook and see all my American friends moving on with their lives, assuming I was doing okay, and like, even if I wasn't, what could they do? So. So it was. Cabin fever. Alien world outside, sure England still speaks the same language as America, but... no it fucking doesn't. England has a completely alien culture. Everything's a joke. The environments are hostile, the people treat everything like a meme, and I was a fucking outsider with a thick American accent who was prepared for a very different world. Hell, I was ready to struggle in America, it wasn't gonna be easy, but I'd prepared myself for that struggle. So. Isolation. Depending on my family. And they had their own shit going on. I just got in the way. So. I had the very vivid fear that... come ten years, I'd still be there. Still in England. Still living with my parents. Still not quite used to English society. Still just fucking floating. No support, except maybe the bare minimum from my parents so I'm not even allowed to say I have no support. Floating... watching my own mind, watching my own memories… I think I'd probably dive into a drug addiction. That's my idea of cold. I don't like thinking about it. But, oh yeah, I've seen it coming... it's been a long year… huggg "It's really important we acknowledge these fears, as it looks like we're going to deal with creatures who know how to drag them out of us." Yeah. "Your nightmare is.. scary." So is yours. "And what's important here is they don't apply to this situation we're in now. We aren't helpless, legally bound to our parents. We're here, you and me. We crossed an ocean, and we're crossing a whole continent." Yes. We might still have moments of sadness, loneliness, doubt, but they're just moments. They're not a backdrop, a whole reality. "Yes." :) :)

10:28 AM Our conversation has turned to video games, a comfortable subject to us both.

12:23 PM …wait Something about this highway looks odd. The sky’s blue. Is Rapture over? Wait, no. We’re just in a rabbit hole. Dammit. We must have been in it for the past hour, shit. It doesn’t feel like a rabbit hole. They’ve been getting less and less crazy lately.

12:30 PM CAR It’s stopping for us. It stopped up ahead.

12:31 PM I opened the passenger seat and then a skeleton popped out. I like this world. And hey, free car!

12:40 PM Donnie’s driving this time. I get to be the skeleton. :D

12:49 PM Will this world ever do anything ope. guess I tempted fate. Now we’re out of the rabbit hole! …that was seriously one of the least-rabbit hole-esque rabbit holes I’ve ever been in. But we have a car now!

1:12 PM That road sign said we’re close to “Falls City, Nebraska.” We’re in Nebraska! :DDDD God, we’re making some serious progress now. And look, Rapture’s over, everyone’s happy! …no, just kidding. xD

1:45 PM Donnie asked for some music. So I put in some Foxtrot.

2:34 PM Colors!

3:38 PM The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway! Donnie needs to hear this album at least once in her life. :3

5:02 PM God, we are just speeding along. Quiet day today, I assume. Either that, or it’s an “It’s quiet here, too quiet” day. … The Great Misdirect time!

6:04 PM Now how about some We Excavate? c:

7:10 PM DRAW A STAIRWAY FOR MY GOD TO SPITE THE SOFA OF MY FAITH!

7:14 PM WHOA That sign says “Oshkosh, Nebraska— HOME OF THE WORLD’S BIGGEST CIPHER!” It’s spraypainted on, I assume by another survivor who knows of the things.

7:30 PM This. This town isn’t even a town. This is, like… a coupla buildings. This should be some easy shit. Now where’s that rabbit hole?

7:40 PM Oh. The.. the airport has a gigantic Door in it. Big closed wooden door, like we saw under New York. But in the middle of the runway. What kind of small town even has an airport? "Maybe this is actually an airport with a town in it." I feel like it's probably still just a town, with an airport in it. "Yeah, but. As you said, what kind of small town has an airport? It's gotta be one big airport. With a town in it." This is.. a silly argument. An airport's gotta be somewhere. This airport is in a town. "Not necessarily! Airports can be on, like, mountains. This is an airport, with a town in it." I. Really? But. There is a town... and it's like, an airport may be physically bigger, but it's never gonna take, like, jurisdictional... priority... over the classification of a town. "I want to drive my car into the rabbit hole. The rabbit hole inside the runway, which is in the airport, and not the town." You.. you can do whatever you like, baby. It's your car. "Thank you." But this is a town with an airport in it.

7:49 PM We broke into a nearby house and raided the kitchen. We’re gonna think our plan through over some coffee.

8:00 PM Okay, we’ve decided a couple stuff. We’re driving into the Door and praying we don’t spawn in front of some wall. We’re gonna stick together at all times. And we got each other’s back. Frying pan and Tiger Stripes. Yeah, we got each other.

8:02 PM And, uh.. when we make it deep enough. When we reach the Cipher’s realm, we’re gonna look for each other immediately. Stick together.

8:04 PM Okay, getting into the car. ..I wanna name this car. I wanna name it, like.. the Friendcaror something. ..but not that; that’s a stupid name. Uh. The Survivor. The Raptor. …YES. The Raptor. It’s like “Rapture” but not. And it’s cool! The Raptor! Donnie just smiled at me and rolled her eyes. Yeah, she’s just jelly of my naming skills. >W>

8:10 PM Donnie’s lining us up on the runway. Guess I gotta go open the Oh. The Door’s opening by itself. …that’s a NASCAR track in there; perfect! This oughta be interesting. Okay, line it up… ready? WAITWAITWAIT WHO’S THAT Someone’s running on the runway, shouting for us to hold on.

8:11 PM It’s someone in a big black cloak. Their hood's covering their face really well. Who are you? "Don't worry about that! I have something you're going to need!" donnie "I think your identity is a reasonable worry to have!" "Please, just!" reaching into their robe oh shit it's like three boxes of rifle ammo "This is good for the exact rifle you have." How do you know? "Well, do you think you're hiding your inventory that well?" ...fair point. I say we take the ammo. donnie "But what if this is a Fear?" "Do you want me to load the ammo in your gun for you? Fire a shot? Prove that it's just ammo?" donnie "Okay, okay. Just. Give us the boxes. And thanks." Why are you helping us? Can you tell us that? "You're going after a Cipher. That's kind of really cool." ..again, fair point. now they're waving goodbye donnie and I are looking at each other apprehensively "that was weird" there's been a lot of 'weird' this summer let's just go "yeah okay" THROUGH THE DOOR WE GO!

8:18 PM NASCARNASCARNASCARNASCARNASCAR This is actually more exciting than I thought it’d be. All these cars racing along with us, except those aren’t just cars! ..well, they literally are just cars! No people! It’s a race! The Raptor versus Ghost Cars!

8:22 PM RACE RACE RACE THAT GHOST CAR’S OVERTAKING US. LET’S KICK ITS ASS 9vjifdj WHOA THEY’RE FUCKING BUMPING INTO US. Okay. Okay! Okay, you wanna play like that, Ghost Cars? Well. I got Tiger Stripes. Imma open some fuckin’ windows.

8:24 PM BAM, opened up that fucker’s side window. He’s swerving now. …riiight into the wall.

8:29 PM This is fun so far. Donnie’s doing a rad job at keeping us in first place. A time like this calls for… Muse! Black Holes and Revelations! In memory of the band that got torn to shreds. D:

9:03 PM ..okay, this is a long race. How many laps are there?

9:04 PM That sign reads “Infinite laps.” Oh hell no. Do you think you could drive us to an exit?

9:10 PM Where the hell are the exits?! o_o

9:13 PM The Ghost Cars are all morphing togeth OH MY GOD IT’S A SUPER CARBRA

9:14 PM Okay. Listen up. The Carbra is a dangerous beast. I’ve.. never actually destroyed one before. Let alone a Super Carbra. o_o;; Just.. keep driving! I've gotta get this sunroof open.

9:16 PM trying to balance on the roof of the Raptor this isn’t gonna end well

9:17 PM DIEDIEDIE EAT TIGER STRIPES. YOUR MOTHER WAS A HORSE. THAT ACTUALLY VAGUELY MADE SENSE. YEAH YEAH YEAH. …YEAH. RUN. WE’LL SEE YOU IN A MINUTE WHEN THE TRACK LOOPS AROUND.

9:22 PM SMACK GOES THE WEASEL BIDDLY-BOP EAT WEASEL, YOU CAR REACTOR WHAT AM I EVEN SAYING DIE DIDDLY-IE WHACKBACK. THAT’S A WORD NOW. WHACKBACK TO YOU TOO, SUPER CARBA. IT’S SHOWING DAMAGE. MAYBE I CAN DO MORE DAMAGE IF I’M NOT WRITING AT THE SAME TIME.

9:42 PM The Super Carbra crashed into a wall, ripping it open for us. Inside, we can clearly see a night sky, in stark contrast to the blue sky above us right now. Looks like it’s time to continue down the rabbit hole.I'm climbing back into the passenger seat.

9:53 PM Night sky, highway with the occasional streetlight. I know we’re still in the rabbit hole ‘cause the real sky is a dark red at night! “Thanks, Captain Obvious.” You’re welcome, Lieutenant Sarcasm! :D

10:06 PM Road sign. “Sleepville, ten miles.” Sleepville. That sounds really pleasant. :3

10:20 PM The town of Sleepville is… well. Sleepy. Rolling hills going on for light years. The hills are actually giant pillows, and the sky is covered by a blanket of.. well, blanket! There are thousands of creatures, dangerous and safe, friendly and foreign, sleeping in every direction. I wonder if even the slender man sleeps in Sleepville. .w.

10:25 PM We’ve found a nice open patch of pillow. Night-night, journal. ^w^

(Attached: "On the matter of rabbit holes: There are lots. Just when you think you've seen all of the worlds behind that Door, you go find another and yet another more. On the matter of sleep: There's never enough. Sleepville might be the cruelest world simply because it promises a necessity, a much-needed escape from the horrors of the world from which we all came, but that escape never lets go. It's almost as if specifically designed to give you so much of what you want so as to make you desperately no longer want it. And yes, I say that knowing full well how obvious it sounds. Did I ever mention how painfully boring it gets here in this library? It makes the obvious the only thing you want to say. Kinda turns most subjects into a sort of small-talk, like how people at a bus stop will casually talk about the weather with obvious statements such as 'Nice weather we're having,' as if I can't bother to look up and see the giant expanse of-- yes, quite nice-- weather. There was a time when I used to hate small-talk and only want to talk about bigger matters. That time's long gone.")

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Breaking and Entering (5) - Lovern

Status: Ongoing Series

Chapter number: 5 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 1,577

Word count for Story: 11,111

Genre: Werewolf

There are no chapter titles, but each chapter will have a name listed that indicates which POV the chapter is from. Mindlinks are in italics. Conversations with their inner wolf are in bold italics.

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I started a Patreon if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, and m/m. This chapter doesn't have any warnings... unless I missed some.

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Great way to start, right? 

Getting attacked, visiting the health office, and missing an entire class period—oy! 

If this is how everything starts, this will be a tricky school year. Part of me wants to go home because my face is killing me. What kind of nails does she have to cut me like that? As far as I know, she doesn’t have acrylics with razor blades.

It's focus time. The desire to do well in school and graduate, maybe from here, on a good note, is more essential and will always win. Since there is time left for the third period and I have a free fourth period, it is time to go to my safe place and be invisible again.

Making my way to the library and entering the administration building, I notice Mitch is still here with whatever his name is and now another lackey. 

Wait, they are all coming from the private elevator? 

Who are three high school jocky-looking goons to have access to a key card VIP elevator? 

I get Mitch having one since he is now glued to Selena, and her parents work on the top floor, but the other two? Oh well, it's not something to care about with the short time I will be here.

Oh shit! 

Mitch is walking this way with a concerned look on his face and the lackeys in tow. He is in no way coming to check on me, right? 

Glancing around… yep, it is me, not another soul in sight. Why not? Everyone is supposed to be in class right now. 

*Ring*

The bell for the end of the third period goes off, stopping the boys in their tracks. He glances at the new lackey behind him, and my eyes follow. 

Oh, wow. 

My brain short circuits when my eyes connect with these pale, jade-green eyes filled with power and confusion. 

“Hey, Lovren! What happened to your face?” Mitch calls out, moving towards me again, looking more irritated now than concerned. 

The other two boys are seemingly shocked at what he said, glancing over at me like I was not 100% there just a second ago. Concern and irritation echoed on their faces. 

Oh, great, that's just what I need now “a pity party” because Selena went Freddy Kruger on my face. All I can think of is how mad Mitchell will be at me for pissing off his girlfriend enough for her to do this to me. 

Boys will be boys and back the bitches no matter what. 

And with how close Mitch and Selena are now, I am pretty sure that video evidence still wouldn't convince him that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time or Selena was PMSing again.

Rolling my shoulders, I feel this prickling sensation roll across my skin like small waves, which only makes me want to get away faster. 

“It’s nothing. I’m good.” I quickly mumble as I turn and bolt for the stairs, not waiting for the elevator to reach the lobby level. 

I repeatedly chanted, “Don’t make trouble. Don’t cause a mess. Don’t lose this house, too,” making it my mantra until I graduate. 

I keep going up the stairs to the third floor, ignoring the calls after me from Mitch and his lackeys.

When I reached the third floor, I leaned against the wall and listened to see if they were following me up the stairs.  

No footsteps on the stairs. 

Taking a chance, I peek around the corner, looking down to the lobby. The three are still there, looking puzzled and pointing to the stairs where I just escaped. 

Well, there is no way this is not going to get back to Jon and Rachel. Mitch will say something to Jon, and then Selena will spin a story to her parents. 

When I get home, who knows what Jonathan will say, but Rachel will have a million questions for me, like 1—why did you run from Mitch or 2—why did you make Selena mad, but never are you okay? 

I may have to live in the library from open to closed daily and take the long way back to avoid everyone. 

*Ring*

Ah, the fourth period has started, meaning I have about 55 minutes to myself. Sitting in my favorite chair, I scoot it closer to the window and watch the schoolyard. Some students are running late to class, others are milling about with no apparent direction, and PE for today will be soccer. 

I am not a fan of rough-and-tumble sports, but that is not to say that I am not relatively strong, flexible, and quick to recover for a heavier-set person. If I am going to participate in a sport, it will be either swimming, volleyball, or horseback riding.  

Watching the intense game outside, something strange happened. The students all kneeled and looked at something under the awning. 

That was odd. Is that some safety drill out here in the mountains of nowhere? 

Was there a sound that signaled to do the drill that was only played outside? 

It's another quirk to add to small-town living. Deciding to ignore that, I focus on my homework until the bell rings at the end of the fourth period. 

With my face still sore, the thought of chewing anything makes it hurt worse. Skipping lunch, I return to third-period class to apologize for my absence, turn in my health slip, and collect the syllabus plus any class or homework.

So far, the rest of my school day involves a one-sided hide-and-seek game with Mitch, Selena, and their collection of lackeys. 

Praise anything and everything that I do not end up having classes with any of them! There IS a higher power out there. Amen!

My ability to stay in the clique of Invisibles is intact. 

Math, Science, and English are a piece of cake. 

Economics and government are a nightmare.

My bird course this year is choir because I can fly right through it and pass with technicolor. Singing is the one thing that connects me to my mom the most. 

I remember bits and pieces of her singing while cleaning, cooking, and showering, and, well, if she could sing while doing the activity she did, no one ever stopped her. She never sang professionally, even though she could have made it big, because she always said, ‘The Goddess does not give gifts for money and fame.’” 

She was a soprano and sounded like chimes in the wind, picking up the spirits of those around her and easing their worries. I was not so lucky. I am an alto with a strong, commanding voice that is warm but soothes the soul. 

Choir was my last class for the day.  I was practically skipping with joy to class. Excited to end the day on a high note, pun intended, I walk into the choir room only to hear someone yell, “It’s Ren! You sing too?” 

Oh no. 

Searching for the voice owner, I find my “new friend,” Erik, surrounded by other students with all their eyes locked on me and my bandaged face.

Kill me now.  

Shooing people away, he patted the seat beside him and waved me over. I swear he knew everyone in the room, and everyone had to say hi to him, which means they also said hi to me; so much for being Invisible in this class.

Luckily, the conductor started the class with basic orientation, competition information, important dates, and uniform discussion. Then came the warm-ups, which included lots of looks and smiles at me from Erik and the other students close by, making me glad my face was already red from the injury. 

Next, the only part of the choir I hate is the placement showcase. 

It happens every year: each student stands in front of the class, singing variations of scales, melodies, and sight reading. I can do everything, but I hate that it is in front of everyone. Erik has no problem with this; he has a fantastic baritone-like tenor voice. It made me smile for the first time today.

Lucky for me, I kept an eye on the clock and was blessed with two things: running out of time, so I didn't have to try to sing in pain, and having never unpacked my bag, I was able to melt into the shadows and leave right away while everyone else chatted and packed up. 

I hoped Erik did not want to talk to me afterward; I was done with people.

The choir room is near the band, theater, and main gym. It is the central gathering point for the Clackers and their minions. I take a deep breath and walk along the buildings without bumping into anyone, focusing only on getting to the library rather than drawing attention to myself. 

Typically, it works. 

Dad used to joke about my ninja skills and ability to enter a room filled with people without anyone knowing I was there. It was rare when I would get caught. Most of the time, it was by my dad or mom, someone who always oozed presence or power. 

Which is what I am feeling now: power and eyes. 

Someone is watching me, and it's drilling a hole into my head. Trying not to be obvious, I glance around at the students in my general area only to be drawn to someone across the quad. 

Pale Jade green eyes. 

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The one where Jackie helps Jan

A/N: Here it is … the unnecessary infodumping on philosophy. Or are they just flirting? Who knows, not me … thanks to everyone who’s still with me!

It was an oddly foggy day on campus, especially considering they still barely had reached September. The school grounds outside were hidden behind a deep hanging, thick coat of grey, leaving the library in a cold, dim light. They had secured a table right by one of the large windows, Jackie insisted that when the sky was clear the view was absolutely breathtaking. If one were to ask Jan, she‘d probably say it still was.

To shield herself from the chilly weather, Jackie wore a maroon sweater with their school symbol stitched on it, definitely a little too large for her slim frame. A white collar peaked out around her neck and a little gold pendant dangled between the unbuttoned top part. She wore little matching earrings, visible thanks to the messy half updo she had thrown her hair into. The humidity had turned it frizzy, the baby hairs flew free around her oval face, little curls that Jan wished she could run through her thumb and index finger, watching them jump right back into place as soon as she let go. The upperclass girl was leaning over one of the books they had pulled out of the philosophy section, glasses on her nose and her brows just slightly furrowed as she read. If Jan had it her way, the fog would never lift, leaving them in their warm little bubble here, hidden between rows of books and heavy wooden shelves.

„Jan? Jan!“

The purple haired girl blinked once, twice, three times before entering reality again. Jackie was looking at her with an amused twinkle in her eyes, the book she had been reading now closed and pushed back just enough for the senior to put her elbows on the table, head resting on her hands. „Have you finished the chapter?“, she asked.

„Uh“, Jan looked down at the copy of On The Nature Of Things that Jackie had insisted she should read to understand what Nicky had said last Thursday. Jan didn‘t have the heart to tell her that if she was being real honest, she had already forgotten what Nicky had said and that the Latin poem in front of her really didn‘t help with anything.

Luckily enough, Lagoona had kept her old notes from her freshmen philosophy class, so last night Jan had pulled an all nighter inhaling everything she could, just to be prepared for whatever Jackie was going to throw at her. And yes, maybe she wanted to impress her just a little bit.

„I’m not done with the whole thing, but …“ Glancing down at the page she quickly scanned for any key words that rang a bell. „it‘s pretty clear that the author tried to present the main arguments for Epicureanism. It’s kind of like a PowerPoint I guess.“

At that, Jackie couldn’t help but giggle. „You’re not wrong, Lucretius probably would’ve loved PowerPoint.“ Jan watched as Jackie hid her mouth behind her hand, trying to keep her voice down in the silence of the library. Grinning from ear to ear, Jan herself had a hard time trying not to scream as well. There were little dimples in the corners of Jackie‘s mouth whenever her laugh was earnest. Just like now.

„Alright“, Jackie breathed out through her nose, calming down again. In her whispering, she leaned over the table just a little bit so that Jan could hear her clearly. The latter had to fight the urge of letting her eyes trail down, where the open button of Jackie‘s collar were just a little too tempting not to glance past.

No! She had to focus on what Jackie was saying!

The brunette had one brow quirked up just slightly, her face proposing a challenge to Jan. „Can you tell me what exactly Epicureanism is?“

Jan sent a silent praise to her older sister who, despite all of her doodles and scribbled down song lyrics and melodies, had always managed to take complete, accessible notes. And was apparently enough of a hoarder to keep them even after dropping the class.

Excited about her newly acclaimed knowledge, Jan leaned forward towards Jackie just the slightest bit. Not too much though, she still had to be able to form sentences.

„Basically“, Jan began, „Epicurus followed the ideals of hedonism. Increase pleasure and decrease pain. He only starts to differ from that by solely focusing on the pleasurable aspect. To him, pursuing pleasure and peace of mind is the one main goal of man, and the avoidance of pain is simply a tool to get there. Epicurists stay away from conflict and politics, opting for a simple life and striving for immediate gratification rather than hard work for an uncertain future goal. Basically, that guy coded my sister‘s brain.“ Proud of the little joke she‘d made at the end, Jan couldn’t help but grin. It definitely didnt help that Jackie‘s smile got wider and wider with every word she‘d said, now nodding in approval.

„I‘m impressed“, she said, „I needed more time to understand this concept.“

„You didn‘t grow up with Rosé“, Jan retorted, so proud of the shade she was throwing, she almost wished Lagoona was here to hear her. But then again, it was so much nicer to be alone with Jackie, have her muffled giggles just to herself.

After taking a sip from her water bottle, Jackie spoke again. „Now lots of scholars criticise this point of view. And rightfully so, in my opinion. How can one simply advocate for the immediate gratification, only striving for the simple things in life? As nice and idealistic as it may sound at first, it simply does not survive the reality check. Epicurists completely forget about the bigger picture, about the fact that there is more to life than the next hour and the one after that. There is a whole next day, a whole next year, decade. The choices we make will influence those, whether we want them to or not, and it is simply immature to not consider that in our decision making. This is why feelings get hurt, why temperatures are rising on this planet. Because people think epicuristic, people think selfish.“

The more she talked, the more riled up Jackie seemed to become, both of her palms now pressed flat onto the table surface, leaning over into Jan‘s space as her eyes glimmered with emotion, almost bewildered. Jan suddenly understood why Jackie was president of the Philosophy club. This was her element, the debate was where she thrived. And it was mesmerising to watch. But Jan wasn’t going to let her just finish her monologue, no, she still had her own train of thought.

„I disagree“, she said. Two simple words, yet they sent Jackie leaning back in her chair, eyes never leaving Jan‘s as she crossed her arms, adamantly listening. Jan had her full, unparted attention. A feeling she could probably get drunk on if she tried. But not right now, not when this was her chance to show Jackie just what Jan could do.

„I disagree that Epicureanism is entirely selfish. Sure, it is not the ideal way of life and it is certainly not how a whole society should think, but why do you think so many people tend to do so anyways? Because we live in a duty-obsessed world. Tasks and morals are pushed onto us the moment we step into the world. Learn this, say that, stop crying. Listen to your elders, be polite to others, plan your future and yes, go to college too. We are so overwhelmed with all these things we have to do that most of us completely forget the things we want to do until it‘s either too late or the desire is too strong. As much as I criticise the way Rosé lives from one day to the next, the way she gets into trouble or talks a different person up every week, at the end of the day she has one thing I will forever envy her for: no regrets. She’s not afraid to act on that desire, on that immediate pleasure and it‘s brave of her. I wish I could do the same.“ The last sentence came out a whisper, so quiet, Jan wasn’t even sure it made its way over to Jackie‘s ears. But she also didn‘t even know if she really wanted it to. It felt too real, too vulnerable and intimate too fast. Yes, Jan had silently yearned for Jackie since the beginning of the semester, but this was still their first one on one conversation ever. She had to be more careful of what to say, she was on the best way of scaring Jackie away with her intensity and oh goodness, why was Jackie so quiet, why wouldn’t she stop looking at Jan-

When Jackie spoke, she was honest, probably the most unfiltered Jan had ever experienced her. The smile on the brunette‘s face was unreadable.

„You’re more intelligent than you think, Jan. You know how to defend your standpoint. Ms Monsoon is going to love you.“ The blush creeping up Jan‘s neck and into her cheeks had to be visible to Jackie. Trying to play it cool, Jan simply smiled, eyes trailing down nervously, looking at nothing in particular. „You think so?“

Jackie reached over the book separating them, her warm palm now resting on Jan‘s hand. It felt electrifying, hot and cold all at once. Jan tried her best not to shiver when she looked up to meet Jackie’s intense chocolate eyes staring right at her. „I know so, Jan, trust me. Okay?“

Jan nodded in response, unable to form words at this moment. They stayed like this for just a moment longer, Jackie‘s hand like a warm coat on a winter morning over Jan‘s, eyes interlocked, Jan’s wide and hazel, Jackie’s dark and calm. Jan felt nothing and everything at once. Like she was a wild wave running towards Jackie’s safe haven at unbelievable speed. Oh, how she wished she was.

Jackie‘s phone pinged, breaking the spell way too soon for Jan‘s liking. The older girl let go of her hand to grab her phone. „Ah shit, it‘s so late already!“ She pushed her chair back, basically jumping to her feet. „I have to go, Nicky will kill me if I leave her hanging in Anthropology.“ Her coat hanging loosely over her shoulders, backpack shouldered and the books she had brought herself pressed against her chest, Jackie turned to leave. „See you on Thursday, Jan“, she shouted over her shoulder, definitely too loud for library customs. Jan thought it was cute how Jackie hurried towards the door, shooting her one last wave. „You’re really good at this, by the way!“ If it didn‘t already happen, now was the time where Jan‘s heart would jump out of her chest to run a marathon of triumph for sure.

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Thinking about making a Welcome Home OC because I'm absolutely enamored with WH. Nothing short of a shameless self-insert, their name would be Percy Poem (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

His pronouns are he / him and they / them but he’s fine with either or :D

He’d be a librarian who owns a little library at the edge of the town close to the woods !

Originally they had one of those old Volkswagen campervans, ya know the kind, except instead of the rows of seats it usually has, it's been gutted out and renovated. In place are custom shelves they made themselves with little ropes on each level to keep them from flying about while they drive. In the center is a makeshift bed, a pillow and blanket, they've laid down to rest for the night wherever they stop for the night 7

He would travel the country in search of all new kinds of books to read! Fiction, non-fiction, cookbooks, autobiographies, gardening, journals, you name it they've got it. After awhile though they settle down in The Neighborhood and permanently park the VW campervan out behind the library. Sometimes, he still goes out and sleeps amongst his old books from their last adventure.

Their role theyd play in the show, when it aired, would be teaching kids about libraries! How to get their own library card, how to check out books, how to find specific books, teaching them the Dewey Decimal System, and making occasional appearances when other characters stop by for help or to look for a book that might aid in whatever the topic is for certain episodes! I like to think they'd also show kids that libraries are a great place to study for all kinds of things, not just school, but if you ever wanna learn something new or learn more about an interesting topic, you can find it at your local library!

Say Sally wants to put on a play but she needs more info on what kind of play she wants to showcase. Percy would ask "Well, is it comedy? a tragedy? drama?" and they would direct Sally to the section she needs (◡‿◡✿) ☀️

Wally wants to read / learn more about a certain art style? Say no more my fuzzy friend, Percy Poem will show you the way! 🍎 The Librarians got books on realism, abstract, watercolor, surrealism, pointillism, every style under the sun is available in his endless library >w•

Now, Welcome Home IS a Horror arg, so I was thinking of how I would play into that aspect as the towns librarian. I remember an old game I played as a kid that had a cute local library but you could only access a certain part to progress to story. There was a section of the library that was roped off, preventing you from straying further into the library. I know this was just a wall to make it LOOK like the library was bigger than it was but it got me thinking.

What if Percy Poems library had certain sections roped off? Beyond the ropes you could see rows and rows of shelves with seemingly endless books, a hazy blue light barely illuminating the path making it seem like it went on forever (it does). The only person allowed past these velvet ropes is Percy themself, and the bookworms he keeps as assistants. Neighbors and visitors are strictly forbidden from venturing further in and if there's a book they need back there he will either retrieve it himself OR have a bookworm get it.

My thought process was, welcome home will also deal with sentience (at least in the future) and I wanted to draw, or maybe even write, a scene between Percy and Wally of Wally forcing Percy to get people lost in the librarians endless corridors until they’ve “learnt their lesson”.

The only person who can pinpoint a persons location is Percy (seeing as he’s the librarian and caretaker) and so when Wally deems time is up he’ll ask Percy where they are and go fetch them himself.

Percy is intimidated by Wally so he keeps his mouth shut and eyes down. I mean, hes such a swell guy, and the town LOVES him.

It’s only at night that he gets like this…