#who studies english amirite?

[someonedefinitely]

FINALLY COLOURED AND SHADED PHEW

original post by @briarry !!

w/o text under :))

[stuffforthestash]

Modern Academic AU pt3

All this because I couldn't stop thinking about what kinds of classes Professor Raphael would teach... He's laughing up at me from hell, I just know it.

part 1 and part 2

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Kagha (by request!) - Environmental Science. Will only teach courses about political lobbying and activism. She's also a militant vegan and active member of PETA, and won't shut up about it.

Dammon - College of Engineering. Teaches "Advanced Manufacturing Processes" and "Finite Element Analysis", and runs the machining shop. Also teaches a metal sculpture class when there's room in the Art School's budget. He's one of the faculty liaisons for several LGBTQA+ orgs on campus as well, and is completely oblivious to the fact he has a fan club (which is for the best, really)

Zevlor - Campus Security. A retired Green Beret who refuses to talk about his time in the service, he's well liked by most faculty and known to be a bit of an old school charmer. LOTS of rumors and speculation about what kind of injury got him discharged, and how he got it.

Barcus - College of Engineering. He teaches classes on Thermodynamics and Process Design & Safety. Has no idea how popular and well-liked he is by both students and staff.

Wulbren - Chemical Engineering Dep't Chair. He's brilliant, but also an asshole, and is constantly trying to weasel more grant money for his research into ethically questionable chemical compound modifications. Also makes his TAs teach all his classes for him.

Lorroakan - English Dep't Chair. Thinks he's hot shit for it but really no one else wanted the job. He makes his TAs teach all his classes AND do all his admin work, so he can spend all his time (and the department's money) on schmoozing with alumni and donors.

Blurg - Environmental Science. Isn't that great of a teacher but it's required for keeping the research grants coming in. Thankfully his passion and enthusiasm for topics like Sustainability in Agriculture make up for his shortcomings.

Omeluum - They're actually Bluurg's research partner and not technically a member of faculty, though they also act as his unofficial TA because otherwise Bluurg's course work interferes with their research timelines.

Nine-Fingers Keene (by request) - School of Business. Her classes are all advanced level and titled things like "Gaining The Competitive Edge". She also runs an entrepreneurial outreach program for young women seeking to start their own businesses.

Dame Aylin - VP of Diversity and Inclusion. She's very passionate about her job and a VERY vocal advocate for social justice issues like inclusivity, diversity, and accessibility. Completely incapable of keeping her personal life separate from her professional one, as she's a devout believer in leading by example.

Isobel - School RN. Is fiercely protective of students right to medical privacy and access to judgment free care, but is much better known on campus for being Dame Aylin's wife.

The Emperor - Board of Trustees. Outwardly just an ordinary Trustee, generally pleasant to interact with and actually rather good at rubbing elbows with students, faculty, and admin alike. There's just something off about them, enough that they've had multiple audits and inquests over the years despite nobody ever being able to find any actual signs of misconduct.

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Sorry this set took a bit longer to figure out. A bunch of these characters were a real challenge to fit into roles that actually exist in reality, and I had to do a bit of research to find out wtf kinds of classes or departments certain fields of study even have. Ah, the things we do for the blorbos, amirite?

[bengiyo]

Dangerous Romance Ep 4 Stray Thoughts

Last week, we mostly skipped dealing with the internal fallout of Sailom experiencing extreme violence from his creditors, or seeing how he and his brother are coping, to jump to the Kanghan tutoring arc. We’ve confirmed that Kanghan has massive issues because his dad has undermined his confidence constantly by never expecting anything from him. The boys practiced their English at a tourist spot, and got chased down (for gross sex reasons) by some foreigners who were after Sailom. Kanghan thought it would be brilliant if the hid in an alley and kissed. Also, Kanghan’s friends don’t seem to know him or his interests that well. However, Sailom is going to Courage Wolf this man into believing in himself.

Look at this man lying about studying. Get his ass, grandma.

My poor boy, Chimon. Y’all know he sweats profusely. Why would y’all do him like that with that close up pan?

The grandma is at least setting reasonable expectations of Kanghan.

Interesting. That was apparently NOT the first time Sailom has been beaten up over debts. That is NOT how that scene felt at all.

I’m not sure I’m keen on a tutoring/friendship montage, but it helps that Perth and Chimon are good.

How are the candles helping them study if they’re spread across the room? Did they ask Sam’s staff to set this up?

Why are they being so heavy-handed with this windmill analogy? This feels so early!

Kanghan is such a dork. Why is his hair not inside of his helmet?

Fellas, is it gay to think about the bonding moment you had with your rival/tutor/crush in the pool when you can’t sleep the night before exams?

Chimon is good. His face dropped briefly in disappointment when he heard that Kanghan failed, and then he masked it immediately to encourage him because only failing one subject is an improvement.

Alright, but did we clear things up with the parents group chat so Sailom can go back to tutoring other people at least? I didn’t forget that Kanghan called him a sex offender.

Oh lord, not him having a secret crush on Kanghan because of the umbrella stuff.

Papang is back! We didn’t talk about much.

Here he goes again eating this dry ass steak alone. He paid $30 for this?

I don’t get all this mooning at each other. They could just talk? Do they need to act like they hate each other after all this cutesy time together?

I’m gonna need GMMTV to stop using Perth shows to swindle people into investing in crypto.

“I’m okay,” then almost busts his ass on the bathroom floor. You can’t fall in love if you ain’t clumsy amirite??

Ah, the poverty-to-sex-work pipeline begins.

Pepper is pretty, but I really hate the color of this jacket.

Now, why is Saifah spending this kind of money on dinner when they have bills piling up?

This is the first time I think a Thai show has used their penchant for potty jokes well by having Sailom eat with a man experiencing incontinence.

Well, at least this man only wanted to have dinner with him this time.

I appreciate Pimfah being tactful about trying to offer help to Sailom.

I don’t mind them wanting to use their wealth to assist Sailom, nor do I mind the grandmother putting conditions on that help. Still, I’m not feeling kind of off about the whole experience here because it feels like we dropped the antagonistic part of this rather quickly.

They’re really committed to the windmill analogy. There’s even one on the umbrella. It’s part of the design, so I’ll let it ride.

Yes, dry his hair. A BL boy will die if his hair stays wet too long.

Fellas, is it gay to make your rival/tutor/crush hold your drinks, feed you, and massage your shoulders as a break from studying?

Besties, I gotta be honest, I’m a little frustrated with this show. I’m having a hard time staying locked in on much of the drama because it seems to get resolved or forgotten at will. Perth and Chimon are good, but this is a bit difficult for me to connect to, and I find that the irritation is leading to a bit of boredom with it on Fridays.

[thelordofshrimp]

¹home: wherever you spent the most time as a child (can be multiple places) with your primary caregiver(s)

²speak: could carry on a conversation successfully

feel free to tag what languages! i grew up speaking English and German and i learned Spanish and ASL!

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

will you walk into my parlour, said the Spider to the Fly

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Rzvklyf

by delightfullydiscordant

Will you step into my parlor?

Said the spider to the fly.

T’is the prettiest little parlor

Ever you did spy.

The way into my parlor

Is up a winding stair,

And I have many curious things

To show you when you’re there.

Oh, no, no! said the fly,

To ask me is in vain,

For who goes up your winding stair

Can ne’er come down again.

Words: 859, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa Series, Super Dangan Ronpa 2, Dangan Ronpa 3: The End of 希望ヶ峰学園 | The End of Kibougamine Gakuen | End of Hope's Peak High School

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Tsumiki Mikan, Enoshima Junko

Relationships: Enoshima Junko/Tsumiki Mikan, Enoshima Junko & Tsumiki Mikan

Additional Tags: Drabble, quick writing, Last minute, Character Study, Sort Of, Tsumiki Mikan Needs a Hug, Minor Enoshima Junko/Tsumiki Mikan, BAMF Tsumiki Mikan, Despair Tsumiki Mikan, Pre-Despair (Dangan Ronpa), Despair, Remnants of Despair (Dangan Ronpa), First Meetings, run while you still can mikan, I don’t know what this is, Author Is Sleep Deprived, have never portrayed mikan before :thumbs up:, will you step into my parlour said the spider to the fly was THE book that was read to me before bed, let me tell you do not recommend pretty sure i got nightmares, at the BAM bit I’d ALWAYS jump, Metaphors, amirite, Out of Character, probably, Enoshima Junko Being Enoshima Junko, Despair Enoshima Junko

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Rzvklyf

[frannyzooey]

I just want to reiterate my love for you and the gorgeous story you're crafting with In The Dark. I think about it a lot. UGH. You're such a great writer 💚

I just wanna reiterate my love for YOU — not only as the world’s best reader, and supporter, but also as a creator yourself. Seeing you push yourself in your art and in your writing inspires me daily, and watching your journey on my dash and seeing you celebrate those successes while also constantly encouraging others has been such a strong inspiration to me ❤️

I often get a little….nervous, or hesitant, talking about how I’m pushing myself with this story because I don’t know….I feel like, be quiet Kelli? Who do you think you are? Or I get worried that people are gonna think that I’m somehow thinking less of them because they don’t post about how they work on their own writing? Idk, the brain sometimes, amirite

Anyway — I started writing for the first time during the pandemic, have never had any training in it beyond high school english classes and when I started I didn’t even know tenses or punctuation or how to do any of it — and I feel like I still have so much to learn.

I read so many fantastic people on here, and I am blown away by their talent — truly some of the best writing I’ve ever read. The process of reading and studying and picking apart their work to see what makes it so good and then actively trying to apply those things to my own to learn how to make my writing better is not only really satisfying to me, but it’s given me a small sense of pride that I’ve not felt in a long time. ❤️

To know that you’re enjoying In The Dark means so much more to me than I can say — the story is important to me for a lot of reasons (the process, the story, trying so many new things, etc) — and it makes me immeasurably happy that you like it ❤️❤️

Thank you thank you THANK YOU for this, and for being so amazing 🥰

[thepatronsaintoffilth]

Do all the song asks! (sorry not sorry) I want music to listen to!!

Oh shit, that's a tall order ... but I'm up to the task, friend!

Let's gooooooooooooooooooo

(ETA: this there's a stupid "10 video per post" limit on this post editor, so I don't have links for all of them, sorry!)

A song that you’ve only recently discovered?

Not sure how I slept on this one. I guess I was p young when it came out but still:

A song that’s an old favourite?

The Devil Does Drugs (My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult) - this song and I are spiritually linked at this point because I saw Cool World when I was way too young and vibed with that track immediately

A song recently rediscovered?

Oh god I don't know who got me thinking about this recently, but I heard it again randomly and it took me right back to middle school:

A song introduced to you by someone else?

shoutout to @dracini 🥰 for putting this on my radar

A song that makes you happy?

Let's Groove (Earth, Wind & Fire) - almost anything by EW&F really, but this one really gives me all the good feelings. Also Daft Punk's One More Time

A song that makes you sad?

I'm not sure WHY this makes me sad, but I just want to curl up in bed and cry when I hear it.

A song that gives you energy?

A song that makes you want to dance?

Ooh oohh vogue/ballroom beats get me off my ass like nothing else. I can't pick one, so I'll leave these two mixes for you

A song that makes you want to sing?

Odd, but I want to say Megalomaniac (KMFDM)??? For some reason??? Want to sing it while throwing a Molotov cocktail at something

A song in your native language?

My native language is English and I'm feel lazy, so I'll say dealer's choice/any of the other English language songs on this list 😝

A song in a language you have studied/want to study?

The Bell Song from Lakmé - favorite version by Sumi Jo

Près des ramparts de Séville (from Carmen) - favorite version by Jessye Norman

A song with no lyrics?

Damn, this is a tough one, there's so many ... randomly off one of my millions of playlists, anything from Toonami Beats but especially Strings.

A song that inspires you?

Que Sera (Wax Tailor) - I'm a sucker for trip hop tracks that sample audio from movies, esp. old movies

A song from a book?

N/A (couldn't think of one)

A song from a film/TV series?

Cool World gave me so many songs I love, mostly because it was the film that introduced me to MLWTTKK (My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult)

But outside of that, this beautiful bit of score from the GOAT Mark Isham really hits me where I live:

A song that reminds you of someone?

This one goes out to that one chick I bonded with at rehab. It's also just a really great song, couldn't get it out of my head after the Logan trailer dropped (a few years before I went to rehab), but I def associate this song with her

A song that reminds you of yourself?

Satan's Seventh Bride (Helicopter Girl)

A song that you’d recommend to me?

Music Makers (Fmr2mars)

A song with a lyric or a verse that you want to scream out?

"And set your guilt free"

A melancholy song?

I'm a Fool to Want You (standard as sung by Frank Sinatra) - a few other greats have had a crack at this one, but Frank really let himself bleed in the booth when he sang this.

A joyous song?

Feels Good (Tony! Toni! Toné!)

A song from your childhood?

I2I (Tevin Campbell) - I mean duh, right? The Goofy Movie is a classic and who didn't want to fuck Powerline amirite???

A song associated with a holiday or a special day?

Gotta go with Daft Punk's One More Time again because I definitely heard it at at least 2 of my graduations

A song that makes you think about love?

Since I Don't Have You (The Skyliners)

A song with only a few instruments?

N/A (couldn't think of any)

A song with an abundance of instruments?

N/A (couldn't think of any)

[ao3feed-hawks]

Birds, Amirite?

Birds, Amirite? by ReesieReads

“My work-study student got hit with a quirk and now I have to look after him. He won't remember anything when he turns back so don't worry about it too much.”

Dabi frowns, reaching up to tug off his hood. “That's the kid who got third in the sports festival, right? Why didn't you tell us you had a connection like that?”

“What? And let you use him against me or kidnap him?” Keigo rolls his eyes, “we may be close Dabi, but I'm not an idiot. I'm not going to put my student in danger.”

“Yet you're showing him to me.”

“Call it a test in trust.”

Words: 1013, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 21 of February Ficlet Challenge 2022

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Takami Keigo | Hawks, Tokoyami Fumikage, Dabi | Todoroki Touya

Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Takami Keigo | Hawks & Tokoyami Fumikage

Additional Tags: Complicated Relationships, Age Regression/De-Aging, Kid Fic, Animal Instincts, Caretaking, De-Aging Quirk, Parental Takami Keigo | Hawks, Takami Keigo | Hawks-centric, Child Tokoyami Fumikage, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is So Done, Ficlet, February Ficlet Challenge, February Ficlet Challenge 2022

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37281094

[idrawtoomuch-art]

an indian!fem!logan for all your au needs! (also because I like,,, projecting because there are NOT enough Indian sides in this fandom and this is an utter travesty) (And yes this is Indian as in the country India- i am not Native American) More details under the readmore!

Logan here is not, in fact an immigrant and had become friends with the other sides via ruthlessly competing with Janus on Duolingo rankings. Eventually, they decide to share DM’s and become friends by speaking each other’s native languages (Janus’s being Spanish because that is, in fact the only other language from English and Hindi that I can speak/read/write well enough with, not because of whatever stereotyping yall have going on), even though they’re both fluent in English. 

Janus eventually introduces her to his best friends, Roman and Remus, who are Chilean but live in the States, and are good friends with Virgil and Patton, both Latvian and are also childhood friends (everyone in this au is fem!character unless I say otherwise mostly) and they all click and become besties!

So they’ve been friends for about 3 years now, and college is now something they all have to actively think about. Virgil, Patton and Logan all want to go to Durham University in London because studying abroad points and Durham’s a good school. Janus, Remus and Roman all decide to try and aim there too, because after three years of being friends and Too Many Videocalls they all just really want to see each other okay?

Now the thing is, college is expensive. Restrictively expensive for all of them, not coming from super rich countries. So what do they do?  Study RIDICULOUSLY hard in their A levels and qualifying exams to get mostly full scholarships or full scholarships like the nerds they are.

Logan’s parents are a bit controlling. Like, this might be a bit squicky for someone outside the states, but this is normal over here, so just in case you don’t like very high parental standards, you can skip via the astericks (*) symbol for any stuff relating to that.

* Logan’s parents are both from true medium class households in Bangalore, which is in the Indian state of Karnataka, down south, even though her mother is from Kashmir and her father is from Kerala. 

They married for love (a truly bonkers thing for their economic standing in the eighties) and both got good jobs which was what got them from lower-middle to middle class with enough savings to cover most emergencies and a sizeable college fund for Logan and her little sister Thomas (Tanya in this, and Logan is actually called Lalitha I just didn’t say it earlier because it’s easier), and they expect her to put all that effort to good use.

 and while they absolutely want to see her go to such a prestigious school on a scholarship, Lalitha’s parents are very strict about any outside contact that she has in exam season (most Indian parents are once again this happens to everyone I know) and initially don’t let her speak to her friends.

 It takes two all-nighters and a 46-slide powerpoint to finally convince her parents that Lalitha needs that contact, and they do let it slide because remember- they do love her a lot this is just how Indian society works. 

She has never been starved for parental affection/acceptance, and even her coming-out went pretty well, though she was told to keep it to herself (which is reasonable India does not like gay people in general and dislikes lesbians notably more. Also fuck Modi he can die in a pit thanks).*

This marks the end of the pretty strict parents section!

It’s two months of quizlets, intense caffeine consumption and textbook hell, but in the end, everyone passes! And they all proceed to take a long-ass nap

(Lalitha’s parents put her in bed rather than that uncomfortable desk)

And everyone FINALLY meets for the first time in college, after applying for their student rooms to live together, at least for first year to see how they’d do at it.

Needless to say, everyone hugs a lot

Endgame ships: Analogince, Dukeceit, and Patton being QPP’s with everyone! 

I should probably mention some other details, right? Yeah

(Note: I changed Logan’s name because I have knowledge on Indian names, and would rather not get into things I don’t know that well. You all can pick names if you want!)-

Logan/Lalitha: Indian, 18 by the time college starts, lesbian demisexual, she/her, afab- ends up dressing quite femininely after leaving school and her standard uniform of slack and button down

Virgil: Latvian, 19 by the time college starts, panromantic asexual, demigirl she/they, afab. GNC!

Janus: Chilean, 18 by the time college starts, Bi Bi Biiiii, trans girl, she/her, amab. Dresses femininely most of the time but some days likes to dress up more masculinely. 

Patton: Latvian, 19 when college starts, Aro pansexual, she/her, intersex but ended up deciding that yeah girl sounds about right and got correction surgery when she turned eighteen. Her parents wanted to give her the choice. Mostly femme, style-wise

Roman: Chilean-American, 18 when college starts, lesbian romantic (lesboromantic?) breadsexual (I swear this is a pun please i beg of you translate bread into spanish you’ll get it), she/her but really doesn’t give a fuck and is also GNC as fuck. Her favourite outfit is this prince costume she got once and now wears on important days.

Remus: Chilean-American, 18 when college starts, also breadsexual (look it up!! translate bread into spanish!!) she/they, trans demigirl, dresses mostly androgynously because hey why not amirite.

okay so this got pretty long so I think I’ll stop here (also I have to eat dinner), but feel free to send me asks about this au! I’ll really love to talk about it, and there’s probably more art coming! :D 

[chris-evans-indian-fanfic]

Lifetimes

Chapter 2

Description - Detective Okoye finds out more about King Steven's past as you are subjected to further torture

Warning - Horror, mutilation, torture, Dark!Steve

PROCEED ONLY IF YOU ARE 18+!

Chapter 1

My Main Masterlist

I don’t consent to have any of my work published or featured on any third party app, website or translated. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but Tumblr and AO3, it has been reposted without my permission. In that case, please do share the link and let me know.

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Detective Okoye sipped coffee as she examined the crime scene report on her desk. It had been more than 2 months since you had been the victim of the heinous crime. She narrowed her eyes as she read the report for probably the millionth time. The case was littered with problems.

First of all, they couldn't find your dead body. They had searched across the city and the state and had turned up empty handed. 

Secondly, the forensic team had secured two different sets of fingerprints from the crime scene atop the cliff. One set belonged to you, the other, your killer. However, their database couldn't match the fingerprints with any US citizen and known terrorists. Even the CIA, FBI and even the Interpol turned up empty-handed. 

The team also found paper-thin scraps of ash scattered across the cliff and the road. Their scientists could not make sense of that either. 

Lastly, they had absolutely no leads to chase down your attacker. The security cameras hadn't caught anything. There were no witnesses, except the one statement from Chris Evans, who continuously rambled on about the deep scar on the attacker's face. 

"You need to stop reading that file Oko. You are not a part of the investigation anymore," Detective Natasha's voice broke through Okoye's thoughts.

"I can't let it go Nat," Okoye responded, rubbing her forehead, "I keep thinking that I have missed something."

Nat closed the file and sat on the desk, "Look, I know it's frustrating to break your perfect record. But sometimes there are cases which you just can't solve."

Okoye sighed, "10 years Nat. I have solved every single case in the last decade. No matter if it was a simple house robbery or taking down a drug cartel, I have always cracked all of my cases. And now this?" Okoye slammed down her coffee mug in disgust, "I have been assigned desk duty because I couldn't solve this case."

"You know it's temporary till things dial down a bit," Nat tried to reason, "When the girlfriend of an international superstar goes missing, his fans and the media tend to erupt," Nat placed a hand on her shoulder, "You will be back soon Oko."

"Evans hasn't received a call for ransom?" Okoye inquired.

Nat shook her head, "I don't think she is alive Oko."

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You opened your eyes, the whispers in the dark playing on a loop in your head, "What does he want?" , "Ya no puedo soportar esto" , "Who is she?" , "Quiero ir a casa" , "I make my most humble apology" ,"Nobis auxilium Dominus!" You only recognized English, the rest of the few languages alien to your ears. Besides you, you could see the terrified figures of ancient women who resembled your features.

You tried to speak to them, but no sound escaped your orifice. You were frozen, but were yet somehow still moving. The edge of your skin, along with others, shed like thin layers of ash, only to be replenished by the wind. 

It's this what death felt like? Were you a ghost?

The voices in your head suddenly went silent as everyone heard the despicable cackle of the man who commanded all of you.

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It was dusk when Okoye walked towards the National History museum with her 5-year-old daughter in tow. She waved when she saw Carol with her son.

"Thank you so much for coming along!" Carol grinned as they hugged, "David was dying to look at the new exhibit."

Okoye brushed her off, "Please there's no need to thank me. Aurelia is just as much of a history enthusiast as David."

They joined the long line of people, mostly parents with their kids, waiting for their turn to enter. "I had no idea this exhibit was so popular," Okoye admitted as she took in the crowd. 

"Yeah. Ever since the discovery of the Aveninfin kingdom, suddenly everyone is a history nerd," Carol commented, "Still, I think it's cool that they found the remnants of an entire kingdom underneath the Texan desert." 

As they entered the museum, both the kids ran off towards the children's section of the exhibit where the tour guide was handing out pamphlets.

Okoye sucked in a deep breath, "Umm Carol, I wanted to talk about the bake sale this Saturday-"

"Yes Maria and I are going to bake lemon squares, chocolate cupcakes and vanilla-strawberry cookie spirals," Carol interrupted her, "I was thinking Maria will present the lemon squares from your end? We will say you are currently caught up with work and handed over your goodies to us," she knowingly winked at Okoye.

Her eyes filled with tears at Carol's kind words, "I am sorry," Okoye barely whispered.

"Oko, you have nothing to apologise for. It's difficult being a single mother and an awesome ass-kicking detective at the same time. Don't be harsh on yourself," Carol tried to console her by rubbing her back, "We love Aurelia. And we love you! It also helps that you gang up with me to prank my wife," Carol beamed.

They strolled in the museum, always keeping an eye on the kids as their activities continued. After about an hour or so, the kids dispersed. "Mommy," Aurelia called out, "did you see the handprint painting?" 

"No baby I didn't," Okoye replied. Her daughter led her by taking two of Okoye's fingers in her small hands. "You should see this mommy! You are a defective. This is also like defective work."

Okoye couldn't help but laugh at her daughter's innocence, "That's right baby, I am a defective."

She picked her up when they reached the fingerprint portion of the exhibit. Aurelia pointed out to one set of fingerprints, "See? Just like you explained," she clapped her hands once for impact. 

Okoye chuckled, kissing her daughter's forehead. She looked at the various sets of fingerprints. Most of them were unnamed, except three. One belonged to the King's right hand man called Buchanan, the other to the Queen named Luna and finally, the King himself, Steven Grant. 

Okoye stared at Steve's fingerprints. There was something eerily familiar about them. She stared harder, trying to identify them when suddenly, realisation hit her like an iceberg. 

Could it be? No it was impossible. But the intricate pattern of the fingerprints undoubtedly matched the ones in her file! 

She immediately unlocked her phone and compared the two images. They were identical! Okoye dialled Natashas's number, informing her of the development. "I will be there in 20 minutes," she replied.

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Detectives Okoye and Natasha sat across the table from Dr Bruce Banner, the archeologist behind the discovery of the Aveninfin kingdom. It had been three days since Okoye's lead, and now, it seemed they were back to square one. 

It seemed that nobody on Bruce's staff had used the fingerprints to commit the crime. Everybody had airtight alibis, even the doctor himself. 

"I don't know what I can tell you ladies anymore-" Bruce started saying. But Natasha swiftly interrupted him, "Detectives," she spat with authority.

He held up his hands in resignation, "Sorry. Detectives. I have nothing new to share. You guys have been to my house, my lab and my office. You have interrogated my staff and colleagues. I really don't know how can-," he was interrupted again.

"A heinous crime was committed, and," Okoye pointed a finger at him, "fingerprints of your King Steven were found at the crime scene. So you really expect us to believe that he came back from the dead just to murder Chris Evans' girlfriend?"

"Legends share that King Steven never died," Bruce half-smiled at his pathetic joke. "Look, you guys are the detectives. Isn't it your job to," he gestured in a random direction, "detect this?"

"What was the need to even obtain fingerprints from an archeological site?" Okoye inquired.

Bruce looked squarely at her, "Fingerprints help us study human evolution Detective. We were lucky to have found their fingerprints painted on the wall and imprinted in the mudcakes."

"Mudcakes?" Nat cocked an eyebrow.

Bruce took a deep breath, "The people of Aveninfin believed that the dead would find a way back in case the living ever needed them. However, the dead spirits would need to identify their graves and their loved ones. So after the death of any citizen, they would press the deceased palms onto a patch of damp mud, which would then solidify, leaving behind an imprint."

Okoye bit her cheek, "But you just said that King Steven isn't believed to be dead."

Bruce shook his head, "I said legends claimed that. Folk-lore, fairy tales, ancient myth. There's no way to actually verify this."

Natasha checked her watch, "Well, we still have about an hour or so left for this interrogation to end. So why don't you indulge us Doctor?" she requested in her sweet venomous voice.

Rubbing his eyes, Bruce took a deep breath. "Okay," he said, "How much do you remember about the history of Aveninfin from school?" 

Both the women looked at each other. "Wasn't it a kingdom ruined by greed and ambition?" Okoye guessed.

Bruce nodded in response, "The king, Steven Grant, wanted to conquer the entire world just like Alexander had once set out to. In the 17th century, when the kingdom of Aveninfin was at its peak, King Steven married a Sorceress by the name of Luna. It is believed that Queen Luna gained her powers from the moon. A bit Luna-tic, amirite?" Bruce's another lame attempt at a joke was met with stony silence.

He cleared his throat, "So anyways, Queen Luna saw how the kingdom and it's citizens suffered in poverty while the King, his aid Buchanan and the corrupt traders and officers enjoyed the riches. She knew of his ambition to conquer the world and so, she killed him by poisoning him. But, here is where things get interesting."

Bruce shifted in his seat, the  excitement in his voice mirroring in his body language, "The Queen didn't account for Buchanan's loyalty. You see, in some iterations of the legend, it is said that the King and Buchanan were lovers, in others, they were mentioned as close comrades. Buchanan was said to be raised by witches, and so, when he realised that the King had been poisoned, he went and dug open his grave to revive the King."

Natasha looked disinterested and Okoye managed to keep a passive expression as Bruce rambled on. "Buchanan apparently gave half of his soul to the King, so that King Steven can live. But this only made matters worse. Now both, the King and Buchanan, existed in the world of the living, and also in the realm of the dead. This place… this-this sweet nexus of two dimensions cursed the beings with unimaginable power, and pain."

Okoye gave Natasha half a smile as the latter yawned, "Let me guess the next part Doctor," Natasha offered, "The King laid waste to the entire kingdom and buried it within the ground where the sun doesn't shine?" 

Deflated, Bruce sank back in his chair, "Yeah."

🌑

You were passing through buildings, cars, houses, trees and God knows what. Suddenly, you came to a stop. You were surprised when you saw King Steve, or "Conqueror of the Paranormal, Leader of the Occult Study and Summoner of Death, His Majesty King Steven Grant" as he liked to call himself, converse with another man. 

This stranger's hair was tied in a small ponytail. His physique was just as massive and looked just as strong as Steve's.  

His magic command wore off just a bit as he was speaking with the stranger. You were able to move your face and a little portion of your limbs. You gasped in your head as you finally took in the condition of the women around you. Some women were missing their palms, feet, or even entire hands and legs. A few had their entire torsos cut so that you could only see their spine connecting their head with their hips. While the face of one woman was absent of her eyeballs, the other one's neck had been chopped off in a gruesome manner.

Steve's power over you started weaning further as he became more agitated in his conversation. Your eyesight became a bit clearer, the shades of black and grey slowly shifting into focus.

You had to find a way out of this prison. By now, you understood that all the women in King Steven's harem had been murdered and kept captive. This could not be death. You didn't want it to be.

Looking downwards at your feet, you noticed the faint wisps of ash detaching from your body and collecting on the ground below. It could easily be confused as dust in a small quantity, but when shed in a larger amount, it could form a trail of sorts...

🌑

A FEW DAYS later saw Okoye sitting at her desk with her head in her hands. "Oko," Natasha approached her gently.

"You know, if I had any hair on my head I would be pulling them out right now," Okoye joked miserably. 

"I told you before Oko. Some cases are too twisted to be solved. Do you know how many cases in the US go unsolved? Probably-"

"Wait," Okoye interrupted Natasha, "What did you just say?" 

Natasha looked a bit surprised, "Ummm… Do you know how many cases go unsolved?"

"That's it!" exclaimed Okoye. She rushed towards the Records room of the precinct, with Natasha hot on her heels. "What's 'it'?" she asked.

"We need to check whether these fingerprints have come up in the last 6 months in the unsolvable crimes committed," Okoye explained, "Think about it Nat. Dr Banner told us that they retrieved the prints 6 months ago right? So there has to be-"

Natasha sighed, "Well it is a lead. But…" "But what?" Okoye responded. 

"You are grasping at straws Oko. Don't you think it would have been in the news if a murder went unsolved heart because the prints couldn't be traced? Look I…," Natasha hesitated, "I know you are desperate. Frustrated even. But this has started to affect your health and work and I can't just stand by and be a silent spectator."

"Then don't be one. Join me and help me in solving this," Okoye urged.

Natasha just shook her head, "If… if you don't give up this case Okoye then-"

"Then what Natasha?" Okoye almost spat her name.

"I will have to report you," Natasha's threat sounded like a plea.

Okoye squared her shoulders, "After everything we have gone through?"

Natasha looked at her with a painful expression, "Yes. Especially after everything we have gone through. I just cannot let you destroy your career behind one case. You weren't even supposed to interrogate Dr Banner! This… this stops now."

Both the women stared at one another, refusing to back down. Finally, Natasha muttered something under her breath and left the Records room as Okoye kept glaring at her back.

36 HOURS LATER, Okoye found a nondescript manila envelope on her desk, buried under her pile of unprocessed files with a note, "Hope this helps! - Peter P." She casually angled her body in a way which hid the contents of the envelope as she opened it. Her eyes widened at the information displayed in front of her.

King Steven's fingerprints were found at crime scenes that dated back all the way to 1915, almost around the time when the police started using science and technology to obtain and analyse fingerprints. 

As she flipped through the pages, she noted the years of the crimes committed. 1915, 1933, 1954, 1974, 1997 and lastly, 2020. A quick mental calculation made her realise that the average number of years between these murders were approximately between 20-22.

But nothing prepared her for what she saw next.

The photographs of all the female victims closely resembled your face. Sure, there was a difference in the colour of their skin, languages and backgrounds. But their facial features were identical. 

Moreover, there was a striking similarity in the way the crime was committed. The women were kidnapped and then disappeared without a trace. 

Okoye sat back in her chair as realisation struck her like a thunderbolt. Could it be? Was there really an undead entity hunting these women? And for what?

🌑

You were moving again. Every part of you was frozen, except the tips of your thumb and forefinger, thanks to King Steve still seething in anger. Rubbing them together furiously, you tried to communicate with others through your mind, urging them to do the same.

It continued for a while when suddenly, you felt yourself freeze completely. 

That disdainful cackle was back in your head, "Hehehehe. Honey wants to shed her skin? HER SKIN!!! Wants to be rescued. RESCUED! Don't like me? ME! Doesn't want skin? SKIN? SKIN! Then I will take it. TAKE IT!"

You felt his shadow push into you with force as your now solid forms collided with the ground. His blade, now shining brighter than the sun, cut into your sides as you silently screamed in agony. 

Pain seared through you as he started peeling the skin from your entire body, only to reveal the ghastly organs beneath. Muscle, bones, veins and all were now on display. Nobody could hear your blood-curdling screams except the women surrounding you, their howls of horror joining yours as once again, you were reminded about who was in charge.

"Need skin," Steve muttered as he kept cutting into you, "Have hands, legs, face, torso, everything. EVERYTHING! Need skin to put her back together. To bring her back. She will breathe. She will be alive. ALIVE!"

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Permanent tag: @donutloverxo

Taglist for this series: @buckysteveloki-me @cheeseburgersstuff @ninefuckingoneone @keenmarvellover (I tagged you guys because you had requested to be tagged if I ever write a part 2. If you guys don't want to be tagged in this, just let me know. No hard feelings 😊)

Taglist open! Just comment, send an ask or message!

[stuhde]

about questions ✨

stwas tagged by the one and only @studyfajr (who else amirite folks), but i did a simialr post so i’ll do the questions i haven’t answered!

nicknames: lams (english); lamoiya (arabic)

languages spoken: english & sudanese arabic fluently; can communicate in a little bit of thai and nepali (used to live in those countries!0

nationality: usa (cringes are allowed, yes)

favourite season: fall when it’s just cold enough to wear a sweater and spring where it’s just warm enough to wear long skirts and dresses (we love halal attire)

favourite flower: lavendar and sunflowers!

favourite scent: vanilla, honey lavendar, and jasmine!

favourite animal: ohh maybe a lion or a snow leopard? or a tiger? such pretty animals

favourite fictional character: this is so hard but hm... ms. marvel? agent carter? lizzy bennet? jo march? tonks? lupin? fred & george? hazel from pjo? too hard!

1coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: tea always, NEXT.

average sleep hours: 7... 7.5? sometimes we wild and 12?

dog or cat person: both pls, animals are so precious

number of blankets you sleep with: im always cold so 2-3 LOL

dream trip: ugh hiking in europe!! didn’t get to do it bc of covid :(

blog established: oof i’ve been on tumblr for years, but this blog was made in 2017!

followers: 29.2k! (idk why bc im a MESS but thank u)

random fact: i’m a third culture kid! i’ve lived in so many different places so an embodiment of all the cultures i’ve lived in make up my weird identity haha

really anyone can do this but i guess i’ll tag @cscience @einstetic and @study-van !

[overloveds-archive]

❛  ✶  (    kelsey  merritt,  cis  female,  she/her    )    —    did  you  see  elle  vera  walking  around  campus  earlier?  i  hear  a  lot  of  people  talking  about  the  twenty  one  year  old  junior.  from  what  i  know,  they  are  studying  english  and  are  a  part  of  sigma  epsilon  chi.  they  come  across  as  +gracious  but  also  -inflexible,  which  makes  sense  because  on  their  instagram    (    @cinderelle​    )    it  says  they  are  a  taurus . when i see  them,  i  think  of  missing  someone  you  haven’t  met  yet,  an  empty  stomach  filling  up  with  butterflies,  staying  up  all  night  and  telling  secrets  you  swear  you’ll  keep.

alright  hello  i’m  b  twenty three  and  i  never  fuckin  learned  how  to  write  so  i  am  sorry  about  this.  i’d  link  you  to  a  wanted  connections  tag  but  i  got  one  post  n  that  won’t  be  any  help  n  i  do  have  a  biography  written  for  elle  but  most  of  it  revolves  around  her  secret  so  i  won’t  link  it  yet  either  :p  haha  so  far  so  good  amirite??  you  probably  will  figure  it  out  anyway  once  you  read  the  rest  of  this  post...  under  the  cut  is  me  doing  my  best  to  be  vague,  bare  with  me  because  i  can’t  wait  to  start  writing  with  u  guys.

statistics.

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: elle winnifred vera 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒: ellie, vera 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌: kelsey merritt 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 21 𝐃𝐎𝐁: may 1 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍: taurus 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑: english 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘: sigma epsilon chi 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍: greenwhich, ct 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: cambridge, ma 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: student 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: maxwell vera, elizabeth pruitt-vera 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: kevin vera, lily vera 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄: gracious 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄: inflexible 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: beige 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍: autumn 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: fake smile by ariana grande 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊: wuthering heights 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄: clueless 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒: anna karenina, annette hargrove

breakdown.

elle has a good home life, it’s not the best but whose is?? her father is a successful businessman and her mother is a small time fashion designer. she has an older brother and a younger sister that she doesn’t have the best relationship with but she tries.

the family has money, but they’re from new money and her dad is constantly working and her mom still has this dream that she’s going to be the next coco chanel so she’s always away working on that dream.

her dad is very strict with her brother because he’s the first born and they have expectations for him to take over the business and they never put that kind of pressure on elle. her brother resented her for being cherished and loved unconditionally by their father and as much as elle tried growing up to bond with him, he wasn’t having any of it.

after the they had elle, her mother was ready to get back into the fashion industry but less than a year after having elle she was unexpectedly pregnant again and her dream was once again put on hold.

elle’s sister was a tougher baby to care for and that on top of having to stay home, her mother blamed her sister. this put a strain of elle’s relationship with her sister too because her sister was jealous of how great their mother treated elle. her brother and sister connected over the bad relationships with their parents and evidently isolated elle.

elle doesn’t blame her siblings or her parents for the lack of relationships with her brother and sister, she doesn’t really understand why things are the way they are, and she’s still trying to forge a bond to this day.

the next 4 bullet points are taken from her biography because i don’t know how else to word it.. again i am sorry... :p regardless of not having the best relationship with her brother and sister, it was easy for elle to make friends. she’s beautiful, elegant, and her family has money— anyone would be stupid to turn a friendship with someone like her down. 

elle’s father also talked her up with colleagues. before she could speak for herself, she already had this pristine reputation. you’d think she would hate living up to that and yet it was the opposite, she loved being known as her father’s sweet daughter because that’s exactly who she is. 

elle is lucky enough to be the person she wants to be; kind, compassionate, and never taken advantage of, thanks to the reputation her father provided her. everyone views her as perfect and she lives up to the title. 

at home, she’s admired and all the other girls are constantly comparing themselves to her. and thus, she has it easy. so easy that she’s grown comfortable living a certain way of life. end scene.

a lot of people come to elle for advice especially since she’s been with her boyfriend for 5 years and she loves being that person for those she cares about but shes also that person that gives out advice and never takes it

speaking of her bf... he’s a grad student and he’s known around campus but he doesn’t come around very much which i’m sure is suspicious to elle’s friends but he’s the guy that is like my studies are more important than going to a stupid party with u.. and elle understands because she’s elle

she’s not exactly a pushover but she does like to make people happy. but if it’s a serious matter she won’t be afraid to say something that the person doesn't want to hear. she never does with her bf though because she believes he’s right... and doesn’t want him to break up with her

because her bf doesn't come around much she usually attends events to take care of her friends or she just stays home. it’s hard to convince her to do things without him. gags

she’s an english major and because her parents adore her they don’t mind that she’s picked a career path that won’t eventually lead to big money and honestly they’re not worried about her being able to provide for herself since she has her bf whose family is rolling in money and they assume they’ll end up together and she’ll be taken care of.

elle picked english because she loves it. she loves reading and escaping her own problems through the stories in the thousands of books she owns. we love healthy coping mechanisms.

i think that is it?? i know i ALWAYS forget something but if you decide to plot w me i’ll make sure to let u know anything i haven’t added here.

i CAN link a social media page that isn’t much but it’s something...

for the smart people who skipped to the end here is a quick summary: she’s the poster child for the perfect rich girl and it’s not even an act! she’s that person who you meet and realize that home can be a person and not a place. legend

now i am going to go finish reading your intros and laugh as i think back to the mess that this is <3

[nomsetverbes]

Greetings, langblrs

Week 1: Write an introduction post. 

Hello, fellow language enthusiasts!

I technically created this blog in 2016 but I never really got started with it, as it was already the end of my “tumblr era” which had spanned most of my teens. I picked it up again just recently because I wanted to approach my language interest in a different way I guess? I crave likeminded people

I’m Petra, I’m 24, Swedish and I have a bachelor’s degree in French that I don’t know what to do with. I spent the spring semester of 2016 in France, where I actually sort of learned French wow. I also studied German at university, and I think I reached a decent B2. Also studied some linguistics, which was really cool, I loved that!

After graduating a year ago I plunged whole-heartedly into learning Spanish (which was partially put on hold during the summer due to working in Iceland) which culminated in going to Mexico to visit a friend in Oct/Nov 2019 (which was a big deal as I hadn’t really left Europe before). I was probably a B1 by that time and I really pushed myself to use Spanish in most situations. 

Then I decided to learn Italian starting January 1st, 2020 (because I couldn’t resist) but then like two weeks later I was offered to teach Spanish twice a week at a local school (I was already working as a substitute teacher) which made me “turn back” to Spanish a bit more and I realized I was rustier in French and German than I thought and then mid-February I started learning a bit of Mandarin Chinese for some reason (we had a week off from school, I was bored I guess idk???).

So yeah I’m a polyglot mess, but who isn’t amirite??? 

TLDR; I’m Swedish, I speak English, sorta rusty French and German, decent Spanish, and I’m sort of learning Italian and Mandarin I guess??? 

Oh and teaching Spanish despite only being B1 is okay because I’m literally only teaching them like colours and numbers and basic conversations so it’s nothing I can’t handle.

[acciocuteboysplease]

The time me and my friends got a sexual predator kicked out of school

Minor sexual harassment trigger warning ⚠️

Yesterday , I told one of my friends who is going through something similar this story and she felt so empowered that I thought “ why not tell others?”

I will not be stating any real names in this post , for privacy

it’s four years ago , I’m in 7th grade and I’ve just moved to a new school , but it’s okay because practically all my friends from my old chool have moved with ! (It’s pretty common in Egypt to change from national to igcse system by 7th grade) Still , I’m nervous as shit ! middle school , amirite?

Fast forward three months , I’ve managed to get myself a pretty nice group of friends that includes all my old friends ( quite a large group too we where like sixteen kids!) And we were inseparable!! We called ourselves “the squad” ( shut up we were 13) and we were known for being loud and annoying. We have a spot in the playground and everything it’s glorious . I’m living the middle school dream !

8th grade , end of second term , “ airzone” just opened in the local mall . The squad is going out before third term starts and we suffocate from the projects and the exams . We’re at airzone , we’re 14 , we’re having a great time .

something’s off , a friend (who we’ll call ‘matt’ ) is acting a bit strange and the girl’s , like true sisterhood dictates , are warning eachother. Mere whispers “ has ‘Matt’ tried to do sth with you ?” She whispered “ sth like what ? Because yes” she replied. But it was quickly dismissed as nothing. After all , ‘Matt’ is our fiend . he wouldn’t, right? We don’t wanna ruin the outing.

Two weeks later , we’re literally up to our eyebrows in end of year projects . A bunch of us are grouped on the English social studies project . We’re in a cafe , planning . Another friend , ‘ tom’ , leans over to me and ‘lisa’ And says “ hey , speaking of ‘Matt’ , maybe keep your distance from him? He’s said weird stuff about you guys” other people can’t hear him . Me and Lisa share a look , we have a theory . “ what stuff?” I ask , but ‘tom’ won’t talk anymore .

Another week goes by , at this point , me and Lisa are investigating, we’re almost onto something. We finally corner ‘ Tom’ at lunch and he tells us . Oh , he tells us . He said ‘Matt’ told him about feeling up as many girls as he can without them noticing , about how he keeps a list , about how that’s the only reason he went out with us three weeks ago . And as ‘Tom’ talks , I remember. I remembered how he would always sit behind me & ‘Lisa’ and how I would feel a weird shift but dismiss it and how ‘aubrey’ takes about not liking to sit next to him , and he’s always lurking behind ‘lizzie’s’ shoulder and how and how and how

I felt livid , cheated , stupid , I’d been friends with him for two years , I’d helped him with all his classes when he didn’t have time because of practice , I’d trusted him . Stupid , stupid ! But then , we stopped blaming ourselves, we told ‘Lizzie’ and ‘ aubrey’ and the rest of the squad , we found the list , we notified every girl on the list ( who were all in our class) and we planned to start by a ‘confrontation’ as we called it ( it was all very badass)

Three days later , we were meant to be having an english class for two hours , but the teacher is sick , so we were just hanging out in our class , no supervision . ‘Matt’ and some guy (not on the squad , everyone on the squad is silent treating him) were playing catch with a pencil case . I was chatting with three other guys (on the squad) in a corner , sitting idly on top of a desk when ‘Matt’ decided to fall on me and attempt to , well , grab....

Now I , supported by rockhard evidence, screamed “ DONT TOUCH ME” and kicked him in the shin . Then I informed the girls that ‘confrontation’ is happening now ! Everyone in that room was filled in , victims and none victims , we huddled around the guy . Now , he had a few inches on all of us , but I could see him side-eyeing my balled up fists . And we said , flat out , ‘ you’ve been pulling some shit , and it will stop’

Like anyone would , he denied , but we had solid proof , angry teenage girls and well thought out arguments while he had inconsistent, self contradictory arguments. At one point , he tried to blame ��� nick’ another guy on the squad who helped us find the list and at another point , he just flat out admitted , saying guys on his team did it to his sister and her friends on the girl’s team and he thought it was a cool idea . Revolting, right? This went on for about thirty minutes until unfortunately the bell rang and we had to break it up . He sat there , in geography class , with the most annoying smile ever , apparently proud of his now public achievements.

Next day , me , ‘ lisa’ , ‘lizzie’ and ‘ Aubrey’ , were elected by the girls (We had forced the guys to let us take this into our own hands , victims only) And we went to our headmistress Mrs ‘goldberg’ and we said what we had to say . Mrs Goldberg , the literal embodiment of professor Mcgonogall, smirked and offered us biscuits . She said she had proof enough on this boy , all she needed was a piece of paper signed by all the girls who think they’ve been affected by this . And we wrote , alright ! We wrote a whole ass paragraphed essay , complete with statistics and support and quotes from both ‘Matt’ and the victims .

Monday morning , seventeen angry teenage girls with an essay they are so proud of march right up to Mrs Goldberg’s office first thing in the morning. Then we all watch with delight as ‘Matt’ is asked to go to her office by second period . We never spoke to him till the end of the year , and next year he never showed up . He tried to contact us ( just the girls) on social media multiple times, he even tried to catfish us into talking , but we were too smart , always caught him .

The best part tho , was the rumors . Since this whole ordeal was between mostly ‘ The Squad’ and the rest of our class , word never really got out as to why he was expelled . There were pretty dark ones like him molesting ‘nick’ in a bathroom ( close enough) or him selling drugs and then there was the hilarious ones like how he tried to punch ‘ anna’ the smallest girl in ‘The Squad’ or how ‘sara’ broke up with him and he threw a fit ( Sara was never dating him)

I am so sorry that a group of 14 year olds had to deal with this , I am so sorry that a 14 year old guy thought this was acceptable, I am so mad at the world we live in

Anyways , moral of the story , don’t cross teenage girls

[nako-doodles]

➴ 6 Facts

i was tagged by my love and sweetheart @kimlineswife​ to ramble about my self for a couple really boring minutes 🌸🌸

also: im really rambly and this post is a lot longer than i thought it would be so everything is under the cut 💖💖

1. i have really good relative pitch. 

if you give me a reference note and then play me any other note, i can tell you which note it is, what interval and chord progression the second note is in comparison to the first, and if it’s out of tune. one of my best friends has perfect pitch, so when we go out together, we like guessing and harmonizing to different sounds from the city. another side effect of this is that random sounds trigger my dj brain into getting different songs stuck in my brain. yesterday at work, one of my coworkers tapped her pen and clicked her mouse and literally my brain went ‘uchiage hanabi, but like to the instrumental of i need u.’ this was great when i still had to do ear training for the rcm examinations, but is terribly annoying in everyday life. it also makes me sound super pretentious but classical-trained pianist struggles, amirite? i still want a refund. 

2. ‘food is my only extravagance.’ 

andy warhol is many things, and in this case, correct. food has always been one of my favorite things to partake in, both for the sheer pleasure of tasting the joy and love of living, and also in sharing of that exuberance and happiness with loved ones. im pretty sure that if food was a love language, it would be mine. i love (obviously) eating good food, feeding others good food, making good food, watching others make good food...just food man. fantastic. natural selection really fucking snapped when she made eating the primary way to gain sustenance 800 million years ago (even tho is absolutely is not how natural selection works shuSH).12/10 recommend. 

3. 98% of my motivation is powered by spite. the other 2% is pettiness. 

a lot of my old elementary school teachers thought i was intellectually lacking and [insert learning disability here] and ‘resistant to learning’ and were generally really dismissive of my learning capabilities. i remember distinctively during a parent teacher conference my mom was told (thru an interpreter) to home school me bc i was too slow for the curriculum. i think part of the reason why im this nerdy and talk like an english professor who got lobotomized by a pulverized sat vocab list is bc my early teachers gave up on me. ngl i scoured the internet to add my old esl teacher on fb just so i would send her my ap lit and ap lang scores. i have some of the fastest reading skills amongst my friends, the results of which i also kindly provided for my old teacher. 

in fact, im pretty sure my knees would still be functioning if i didn’t take every single sport that i was interested in bc my uncle said that girls shouldn’t be into sports. and my old hs dean still has conniptions everytime he remembers my senior year class schedule. (strongly suggest against taking more than 3 aps at once? fucking WATCH ME take 5 ap classes at once) they set a limit to how many ap classes you could take at my hs bc of me. i mean 15 ap classes and 17 tests is a lot but that’s what you get for saying i couldn’t do it. really puts a new perspective to never say never in front of me.

4. i keep a white board in the shower bc all my best ideas come when im showering. 

case and point: this url came to me one day when I was belting to beyoncé in the shower and went ‘you know what would make this moment better? if i had a super pretentious cocktail. like a sakura highball. or a grapefruit friends w benefit rose. or lavender cachaca lemonade.’ ah. the good ol’ days of when i could still drink. i used to plan out my entire college schedule and 20 pg essays and studying while showering...which is terrible for the environment but fantastic for my productivity.

5. i hate audiobooks.

i enjoy reading and taking things my own pace and creating character voices while i read. audiobooks makes me feel like im being dictated how to think and how to imagine and how to sculpt an authors words instead of with my own hands. and like, isn't most of academia and adulthood and life just being dictated to? let me have this one piece of joy for myself. i also know people who like having audiobooks as white noise, to which i offer The Complete Videography of Jenna Marbles and Julien Solomita as my rebuttal. i also like keeping educational youtube channels like art assignment, or deep look, or crash course, or pbs eons, or nerdyandquirky in the bg while i work. in case anyone really doubted how nerdy i am.

6. my pt stretches are satanic rites to summon sisyphean levels of eternal suffering 

i have pt stretches that i have to do to keep my body from falling apart, twice daily, as prescribed, and literally every time i do them i feel myself fading. i know they're important for me, and i always feel awful and miserable when i miss one, but literally the entire process of stretching feels like im tearing myself apart to be laid as a benefaction of some frida kalho kafkaesque feast for the demon. it also doesn't help that i sound like some horror movie possessed doll extra with the way my joints keep cracking and clicking. sometimes i play mozart’s requiem and pop my neck to the cello/alto section bc i have a shit sense of humor and also if im gonna have to remold my earthly container like some fool trying to kintsugi humpty dumpty’s pieces back together, i might as well be dramatic as fuck. im pretty sure my dad thinks im performing some crepuscular satanic rite when i do my evening stretches, and sometimes, when my band snaps, i wonder the exact same thing. 

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phew~ thank you for making to the end of this. i know i talk a lot, thank you for making it to the end. this was as difficult to write as it was to read.

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Slippery Business

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2x7ZneI

by scrapmetal

Quicksilver slimes are found on one specific archipelago on the Far Far Range, and unfortunately that archipelago is completely monopolized by Empire Industries. When Mei, owner of the place, finally allows Ed to study the limited slimes, he finds Ling, Mei's brother who he didn't even realize existed.

Edling day 6- Crossover

Words: 1646, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga, Slime Rancher (Video Game)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Edward Elric, Ling Yao, Mei Chan | May Chang

Relationships: Edward Elric/Ling Yao

Additional Tags: Edling Week 2019, Edling Week, slime rights amirite?

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2x7ZneI