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“I remember the screaming and gunshots. But it’s the silence after that I remember the most. The world stopped breathing and I was no longer a boy.”

Hello!

i have resurfaced after months of hiding in my lair of a room and i will be trading again i currently have over 100 messages from people so it may take some time to get to everyone. I will be sending the entire Anastasia bootleg to the first 25 people who reblog this with their favorite quote from the show. ( may extend this later) i love you all good luck!

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Hello!

i have resurfaced after months of hiding in my lair of a room and i will be trading again i currently have over 100 messages from people so it may take some time to get to everyone. I will be sending the entire Anastasia bootleg to the first 25 people who reblog this with their favorite quote from the show. ( may extend this later) i love you all good luck!

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ML Fics: MASTERPOST

For faster searching, here’s a masterpost of all the Rec lists I’ve made so far. Enjoy! (There are plenty more on the way! If you want a rec list and you don’t see it here, check out my coming soon  before requesting, thanks!)

Classic Fics (If you’re new to the fandom, start here!)

Jess’s favorites

Ship Rec Lists:

Marichat

Fluff

Angst

Ladynoir

Fluff

Angst

Adrinette

Fluff

Ladrien

Fluff

F/F ships

* special request: Julenette

M/M ships

Character centric Rec Lists::

Marinette centric Fics

akumatized! Marinette

Adrien centric Fics

Angst

Chloe centric Fics

Alternate Universe Rec Lists::

Reverse Crush

No Miraculous/Superpowers AU

Enemies AU

Aged Up

Soulmates AU

Harry Potter/Hogwarts AU

Coffee Shop AU

Roommates

Fantasy AU

Punk AU

Childhood best friends AU

Medieval AU

Tropes:

Fake Relationships

Time Travel

Established Relationships

Post Reveal Fics

Rejection Fics

Identity Reveal

Angst:

Ladynoir

Marichat

Best of Angst

Fluff:

Marichat

Ladynoir

Adrinette

Ladrien

Word Count Rec Lists:

ML Long Fics (>150,000)

Short and Sweet: <10,000

Holiday Rec Lists:

Valentine’s Day

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You know, asking for spoilers of unaired episodes and future seasons is fun and all, but picture this:

You are on your couch, chilling, watching the brand new episode of Miraculous Ladybug on your phone/computer/t.v. and you think that is gonna be a normal episode, you know, the usual, but suddenly, when you least expect it

BAM, THE IDENTITY REVEAL HAPPENS BEFORE YOUR EYES

And you just can’t believe it

and you’re having a heart attack cause you didn’t see it coming at all

THAT is how i want it to be.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk owo

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Give Me All Your Hopeless Hearts

Synopsis: Frank didn't plan on befriending the art and music kids at school and he especially had no intentions of falling in love with Gerard Way. All he wanted was to get through the year as quickly and as painlessly as possible.  Frerard: Classic high school setting but I'm fairly certain this combination of characters has never been done before. My Chemical Romance, Tonight Alive, Set It Off, PVRIS, Panic! At The Disco, Paramore, Fall Out Boy. 

Chapter1: September 15th

       "This will be your class schedule," the secretary says handing me a printed form. I take the warm paper from her hand and scan it. Well, at least they got the guitar class I wanted and I was also given the early release I was promised. Though I didn't ask for math, history, or English but this is a school so I can't really complain there. I got what I wanted and looks like my study hall is the first hour. Good, I'm not a morning person. "Is there any other questions you have that I could answer for you?"        I glance up from my schedule and look at the woman. "No, that's all, I guess," I mumble.        "Well then, welcome to North Shore High," she says with a cheery smile. I stand and fling my bag over my right shoulder then shuffle out of here. I guess I should be going to class but I don't really want to. Due to the untimely cross-country move, I'm already coming to school two weeks after it started, making my transition a hell of a lot bumpier. As if the new kid from New Jersey dropping into a sea full of prissy teens living their whole lives in upstate Cali wasn't bad enough. I'd be worried I'd get jumped for standing out so badly but I have to remember I'm not at home anymore where not constantly looking over your shoulder is a death sentence. The worst thing that could happen here is you tan too dark for your eyebrows or someone else bought your $750 dollar shoes and you can't wear them anymore to be "original".        I know I'm just being spiteful here and I'm sure not everyone is as bad as I built them to be in my head. But I fought a one-man war about this move and tragically lost. I don't know how I planned on spending my summer but moving from New Jersey to California was definitely nowhere on the list. My top three would be catching up on sleep, finally relaxing, and saving up to buy an electric guitar. Turns out parents' job rearranges everything. When my mom and dad sat me down to tell me, I was expecting them to inform me they are finally getting a divorce. They've been fighting over the years and it kept getting worse and worse. I know deep down they don't love each other anymore like how they did when I was younger and I felt it coming soon, I felt in my heart. The fact they shouldn't be together is the only thing they could ever agree on in the past 10 years. But turns out they still haven't gotten around to the divorce so instead, both of my parents move to California and they drag me along biting and clawing the whole way there. How could I possibly move across the country and not be angry? I knew they were both offered jobs over in LA but I'm in school and my life is in New Jersey. I didn't want to go but I didn't get a say in the matter. After doing everything I could, I knew there was no way I could opt out of this move or convince them otherwise. So I lost the war but I did win one battle and it was the battle of my life. I managed to compromise and at least get to finish my sophomore year before the move.        I told my friends I was leaving but none of them took it as hard as I did. They were "bummed out" but nowhere near as distressed as I as. It seemed to constantly slip their mind I was leaving too because I had to keep pointing it out every time they talked about "next year" with me. I wasn't going to be there next year and they didn't seem to care. It was in that moment I realized you're not supposed to care much about your friends. I mean, the lot of us never really been close. We were all very different. Charlie and Luke were on the football team, Patrick was the super nerd in all the computer, science, and math classes, Darin was I dare say the delinquent of our group as well as the player. Then there's me: the metalhead who likes music too much for my own good. Friends aren't much of anything besides something to pass the time. I could never define friends until now.

       I climb up to the second floor and roam the halls until I come across the room number. The door is open and the teacher is sitting in the front at his desk typing on the computer while the class is working or diligently napping. A few kids have their earbuds in while writing homework assignments, some kids are talking to their friends next to them but a majority of them are either on their phones or burying their face in their desk asleep.        I walk up to the teacher's desk and he looks up at me. "Ah, you must be the new student," he says getting up and greeting me. "Frank Lero is it?"        "It's Iero actually," I correct.        "Oh, my bad," he says. "Well, welcome to our school. I'm Mr. Cee and this is your study hall. I know it's the first period of the day so you won't always have work. If that's the case, I don't mind you on your phone or relaxing before you go to your other classes. I also don't have assigned seats, you can find a place. And if you ever need to go somewhere else like a computer lab, library, any other class, just sign out with a pass and you're good."        "Okay, thanks," I say and awkwardly shuffle away from his desk and glance over at my options of open seats. A few kids noticed my arrival and are glances at me. Others are too busy to realize which is all for the better I'd say. Then I spot an empty seat in the very back of the room on the same side as the door. That's a good place. I head over to the empty seat and ask the girl with glowing hair next to it if it's taken.        "Huh?" she says still laughing at whatever funny thing her boyfriend or wannabe boyfriend said to her.        "Is this seat taken?" I ask again.        She brushes her neon, scarlet hair out of her face and looks up at me still giddy. "Oh, no. You can sit there," she says. I drop my bag off my shoulder and grab the strap before it thuds to the ground and I sit down. The girl starts giggling again and the guy with dark hair shortly cropped on the sides with longer bangs falls over on his desk. I roll my eyes at those two and put my music in. I just want to get through the day and then the week. I just want to get through this year and repeat for my senior year. I don't care anymore, I just want to get through high school in one piece and then I'm done. I don't ever have to deal with this again, I'm free. I just want to be invisible and make this as painless as possible. No time to bother making friends, I doubt any of them are worth it. There's no such thing as real friends. Just people to pass the time. I turn on my phone and look at my text messages. The last text I received was from my mother this morning. The standard "have a good day at school! Here's our address in case you forgot so you know how to get home" My dad hasn't texted me recently and my friends all forgot about me already. I've tried texting them in our group chat but they started talking about hanging out together, which I clearly can't do anymore. Then Patrick said they should make a group chat with all of them but not Frank and use it for when they hang out so I don't feel bad. I guess they started using the one without me and never went back. I tried texting them, both on the big one and individually. Some of them haven't responded, Patrick hasn't even opened my texts to read. The ones who to respond only send one-word replies and kill the conversation quickly. I eventually left the group chat and stopped trying a long time ago. I've come to see they don't text me, to begin with, which is why I no longer have friends and maybe never had any in the first place.

       After a period of sitting there contemplating my life while listening to Smashing Pumpkins, I make my way down to the music hallway for guitar. I really hope that this class is better than the last one, something to do but hopefully even less interaction with people other than a teacher. Sitting in the corner by the door, I notice in the back the same girl and guy from my study hall are here except they're with more friends. There's five of them all together. Another guy wearing a hoodie and two more girls with a unique hair. The brunette has really long hair down to her waist and it's wavy. The side of her temples are shaved completely and she wears all black and grey schemed clothes. Grey tights, black boots, dark grey skirt, light grey blouse and a very classy jacket. Then the other girl sitting next to the fancy lady is dressed similarly to the neon-haired girl. She too has ripped skinny jeans, converse, some sleeveless shirt that requires her to wear a black tank top underneath and a flannel tied around her waist. The five of them all sit in a tight circle laughing together and playing really obnoxiously on their instruments. Part of me really wants to start shredding Metallica because I know how to but I don't think that would be a good idea. Remember, low profile and invisible.

       History goes by. Gym goes by. Lunch is a real adventure trying to find somewhere to sit and then I have a brilliant idea of going down to the empty guitar room during my lunch period. No one is in here so no one can bother me. I'm almost done with the day when English comes around and I have an aneurysm. I go up to the teacher and instead of keeping her cool like the other teachers have, she makes a huge scene after the bell rings.        The last of the kids walk into class as the bell rings and they're all still talking when she pulls this stunt. "Class, we have a new student today." Everyone quiets down and starts looking around the room. I pull my hood over my head and try to avoid eye contact. Oh god... "Frank? Please stand up so we can all meet you." By now, a majority of the class knows I'm the new kid intruding on their lives. I reluctantly stand and pull my jacket down. I'm now showing the whole class how short I am. If I was a girl, I'd be average height except I'm a guy and I am pathetically small. "Introduce yourself to the class," the teacher says with her preppy voice.        "My name is Frank Iero," I reply.        The teacher waits for me to continue but I just stare at her wanting permission to sit back down. "Tell us where you're from and something about yourself so we get to know you."        This is not part of the plan. I'm just supposed to pass by here invisibly and unnoticed until I'm free. I don't want people to know who I am. I just want to hide. "I'm from Summit, New Jersey and I like the color red," I say flatly. There are some whispers going around over the fact I'm from Jersey.        "Oh, that must be exciting over there. Did you like it?" the teacher asks.        "Yes. And then I was dragged here to this land of sunshine." The teacher looks at me slightly uncomfortable sensing my attitude.        "Well, thank you, Frank. You may sit down." My knees collapse as soon as the words leave her mouth and I retreat back underneath the hood of my leather jacket and do my best to become invisible. God, that was utterly humiliating. I could have just died on the spot right there. Hell, dying on the spot right there would have been better. Man, this is a train wreck. I just want to go back to Jersey. I may not have had friends but I fit in with the people there. Everyone listened to the same music and it was a passion we carried deep in our blood. We fought for what we loved and we lived as though we'd die tomorrow. People were crazy, everyone was crazy and everyone was okay with being crazy. There was violence that made you fearful and knowing one wrong mistake may get you killed prevented the idiots from surviving. Everyone around had common sense and we weren't stupid. Knowing while walking home you might get shot made sure you never took anything for granted. We all sounded the same and we were never pointed out for how we pronounced words and we never pointed out when someone we knew spoke differently. I missed it back there. I don't belong in California.        The period is almost over when someone taps my shoulder. I uneasily turn around to see the girl from my guitar class wave at me. It's the girl with the flannel around her waist and sitting next to her is the other girl who dressed as if she just might go have tea with the queen of England at any moment. "Hi," she says cheerfully.        "Hi?" I say unsure and give a small wave.        "So you're new here, huh?" she brings up as a conversation starter. I really wish she didn't feel the need to talk to me for the sake of talking to the new kid.        "Yeah," I answer hoping to end the conversation.        "My name's Jenna and this is my-," Jenna looks back at the girl and gives a nervous laugh, "my friend Lynn."        "Hi," I respond towards Lynn.        "Yeah, well, I noticed I had a lot of class with you. Our friend Hayley said you sit next to her and Brendon in study and I saw you also in my gym class. You seem to be hanging by yourself so I wanted to ask you if in guitar tomorrow you wanted to sit with my friends and me."        "Oh, um, that's-wow-really nice of you," I say, sitting up. "Um, I guess if it's cool with them."        "Oh, totally. They're super chill. And Hayley and Brendon said they wanted to talk to you but you had your earbuds in so you didn't hear them.        "I didn't know they were," I say. "I didn't really want to bother those two, couples tend to get annoyed with others intrude I thought."        Jenna and Lynn start giggling. "Oh, no. Hayley and Brendon aren't dating. No, they're like brother and sister. And Brendon is dating someone else," Lynn explains.        "Oh, okay," I note. "So, I'll see you girls tomorrow then?" I ask.        "Definitely," they say in unison and then look at each other laughing. I smile warmly as the bell rings and I head to my math class. I resume my undercover op of remaining invisible however I kind of wished Jenna or Lynn were here, especially Jenna. They were really nice to me and Jenna seems like we'd make good friends. I can tell just by the way she dresses. And she's really nice, I don't know. God, what's gotten into me? One nice person makes an effort of being kind to me and all of a sudden, I'm hoping she's my best friend. I need to keep it cool, in case this is just getting to my head.        My math class ends and I don't have homework considering I used to be a year ahead of math at my old school and they put me in honors juniors math, which is technically the class I took last year. This is way too easy for me but all the better to get an easy A. My early release is after math class so when the bell rings, I walk out of the school. My phone had my new home address typed into google maps so I knew how to get back from here. On my way out, I see Jenna again with more of her friends. The girl she's with looks like her twin. It's not Hayley or Lynn but another girl. I think Jenna has a twin because this girl has the same 90's punk rock style cut and platinum, bleached blonde hair. They look like they both have an off style of Joan Jett's hair but bleached to an almost white. They also both have ripped skinny jeans, Jenna's grey and the other girl's blue. They have the converse, tied flannels, and sleeveless tops. The two of them walk together in front of the rest of them. Only one of the guys is familiar. I don't think it's the Brendon dude so it's the other one in guitar class. There are two more guys walking side by side. One wearing sports clothes and looks like a preppy athlete, the other kind of looks like me almost. Long, black bangs covering his face, wearing a leather jacket with the hood up and his bag hastily slung over his left shoulder. The only real difference between me and this guy walking out with Jenna and her friends is he's a few inches taller and he's carrying a bulky sketchbook.

Continue reading here! Hope you enjoyed :) Wattpad and Quotev: @.FireNinjaDagger https://www.wattpad.com/story/108061102-give-me-all-your-hopeless-hearts-frerard-high

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Whump Inspiration: Execution styles

So the Bad Guys have caught the Good Guy and want to kill them, oh yes oh no! But how? You want to almost kill the character without actually killing them, after all. So what are some ways they could try and kill the Good Guy in a way that still gives the character enough time to be saved?

Worry not because I made a list for all your enjoyment ;) feel free to add anything I may have forgotten!

”Regular” setting

-By drowning. Tie the good guy’s hands and feet together, add some weights and throw them off a pier.

-With poison. Injection, gas, drinking liquid, there are ways to go at this. It can be super painful or it can be merciful, just drifting off to sleep (making it harder for the saviors to realize the whumpee has been poisoned ;) )

-Shooting them. Maybe not a headshot because that’s a pretty, uh, quick way to kill someone. But maybe in the gut and wait for them to bleed out in huge amount of pain.

-Cutting. It could be their wrists or their throat; with quick help they can survive, but the blood loss is going to be severe and the scars that it leaves behind can be a good way for some emotional angst ;)

-Stabbing. It’s the same as above! With help you can survive, but it’s gonna leave some scars, both mental and physical.

-Starving. You’ll last about three to four weeks without food. It goes fabulously with other torture, if you really want to make the character suffer, since it takes so long to die without food. There’s a lot of time for the Bad Guy to make the whumpee regret ever being born!

-Dehydration. It takes about four to five days for a person to die without water. Perfect for situations where you want to torture your character without any actual physical pain but want the torture method to also be lethal.

-Beating them. This one is a winner for me, because there’s just something about beating someone until they’re pretty much just a pile of bloody pulp. Hit their head enough times or rapture a vital organ and the whumpee may die from a couple of hours to even weeks and months, even with daily beatings.

-Animal attacks. I mean, this one is a bit unlikely but it could be fucking amazing. Wild animals are beasts and they will try their best to kill you if they see you as a threat or food. Maybe the bad guy of the story is an animal smuggler with access to angry, starving lions.

-Weather exposure. Heat, cold, they’re both lethal. Leave the whumpee in a glass box in a desert and they’ll be dead pretty soon. Or lock them in a freezer naked.

-Hanging (and strangulation in general). If you don’t break your neck with the fall, it takes several minutes full of kicking and struggling until you finally pass out and die.

-Drug OD. Kinda like poisoning, but if (and when) the whumpee survives, they might have to struggle with an addiction. Great for emotional shit. Mm.

-Burning. Maybe a bit extreme but oh, everybody’s into something. Set their cell on fire or straight out toss the Good Guy into a pile of dry wood with the intention to set the pile on fire.

Fantasy/scifi setting

-Just toss them into space and let them float around. It’s cold, empty, dark, and literally all hope will be lost.

-Spells. Go wild with this one. Spell that makes you die in agony? Spell that makes you lethally sick fast? Spell that makes you lethally sick.. slowly? Torture spells?

-Literally any device you can think of! In a scifi/fantasy setting anything within the limits of your world is possible, so maybe the Bad Guys have some sort of evil technology that kills you by some very evil way.

-Monsters. I mean; Monsters that suck out your soul. Monsters that will rip your skin off and eat you. Monsters who will burn you. Demons. Vampires. Dragons. Maybe these monsters are controlled by the bad guy, or maybe they ARE the bad guy.

-Superpowers. Kinda like spells but not quite. Bad Guy can inflict pain without ever touching you? Stop your heart by will?

-Maybe the Good Guy has a weakness that the Bad Guy can explore, like kryptonite to superman.

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A-Z of Injury / Illness ideas.

As a thank you for 100 followers - here a list of (hopefully) helpful illnesses/ injuries that could be used to create the perfect fic - you might even find that you can have up to 5 of these tropes for the ultimate whump/ sickfic:

-If it’s in italics that means it’s an idea that has been submitted in after the original post went up by an anon-

A

Amnesia

Anorexia

Anaemia

Appendicitis

Amputation

Abuse

Abdominal Pain (could be caused by food poisoning)

Allergies (the Star Trek fandom love to torture Kirk with this)

Agoraphobia (this could be interesting…)

Addiction

Arthritis

Asthma 

Alcoholism 

Anemia

Acne - this can be painful for some and could be used to write a fluffy fic about someone feeling self-conscious of their acne then someone does something nice to make them feel better. 

Anxiety/Anxiety attack(s) 

Airsickness

Ankle Sprain

B

Broken Bones

Burns/ scalds

Blindness (this could be temporary or permanent)

Blood Poisoning

Bites (Animal, Bug, Human….)

Bruises

Beating

Bronchitis

Backache

Bulimia

C

Concussion

Cuts/ Grazes

Cancer

Choking

Collapsing (into someone’s arms is usually nice, bonus points for cradling their head as they lower the whumpee to the floor)

Common cold

Cardiac Arrest

Claustrophobia

Coughing Up Blood

Confusion

Coma

Constricted Airways

Chicken Pox

Captured 

Cyclical Vomiting Syndrome (thank you @dinochickennugget for this suggestion! - dinochickennugget has told me that they are open to questions about this disorder as they are unfortunately a sufferer of CVS)

COPD - Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease makes breathing increasingly more difficult. 

CHF - congestive heart failure

Carsickness

Cramps 

Constipation 

D

Dehydration

Diseases (mystery diseases are the best kind)

Delirium (bonus points for this being drug/ fever induced)

Deafness (this could be temporary or permanent)

Drowning

Depression

Dizziness

Deaf blindness (this could be deemed as temporary, but still, imagine the panic in your character after a mission gone bad)

Diabetes (type 1 and 2) 

Diarrhea 

Dengue Fever

Dislocations

E

Emergency field surgery,

Eating Disorder

Epilepsy

Exhaustion

Electrical shock

Electrical Burns

Endometriosis

Ear Infection

F

Fighting (while injured)

Fracture

(trapped in a) Fire

(injured in a) Fall

Fainting

Flu

Frostbite

Fever

Fibromyalgia

G

Gunshot wound

Gastritis 

H

High Fever (like dangerously high)

Head Injury

Hypoxia (Oxygen deficiency – this could be caused by strangling/ choking or near drowning experiences.)

Hypothermia

Heat Exhaustion

Heat Stroke

Headaches

Hemophilia

HIV

Hypotension/ Hypertension

Hypoglycemia 

Hypo/ Hyperthyroidism 

Hematophilia

Hungover

Hernia 

Hay Fever

Home Sickness

High Blood Pressure

Heart Palpatations

I

Infections

Impalement

Internal Bleeding

Insomnia

Immunodeficiency

Indigestion

J

Jet Lag (I don’t know I just wanted to fill this section in with something)

Jailed 

K

Kidnapping    

Ketosis 

Kidney Stones

L

Laryngitis

Leukemia 

Lymphoma 

Lupus 

Ludovico Torture 

Lumbago

Low Blood Pressure

M

Memory Loss

Meningitis

Migraine

Mumps

Mutism

Muscular Atrophy (this could be after a being held captive for months or it could be a result of being in a coma)

Malnutrition

Mind Control

Multiple Sclerosis 

Mono

Menstrual Cramps

N  

Nosebleeds

Nightmares

N. Fowleri (a brain eating amoeba) 

O

Open Fracture

Overdose (this could

Osteogenesis Imperfecta (brittle bone disease)

Overeating

Overdosing

P

Physical Therapy

Poisoning

Pulled Muscles

Paralysis (this could be temporary or permanent)

Puncture Wounds

PTSD

Phobias (could lead to character stumbling and hurting themselves in an attempt to escape their fear)

PMS 

Plague

Pneumonia

Pregnancy (morning sickness, self-conscious,hot flushes, tired and sleepy,general malaise, swollen feet, weird cravings, the whining is constant…)

Psychosis 

Q

Q-Fever

R

Respiratory Distress

Rashes

Rabies

Rape Recovery

S

Smoke Inhalation

Stomach Ulcers (a cause for vomiting up blood)

Self-Harm

Spinal Cord Injury

Starvation (whether this be self-induced or due to kidnapping)

Strangling

Seizures

Sunburn

Stab Wounds

Smoke Inhalation

Stress (this could induce headaches/ general illness)

Sepsis

Snake Bites

Sprains

STD

Shingles

Skinning 

Stomach ache 

Seasickness

Shock 

Scraped Knees

Swollen Lymph Nodes

Stiches

Shrapnel

Sleep Paralysis

T

Trapped (whether this is after an explosion, car accident, natural disaster…)

Torture.

Torn Muscles

Tuberculosis

Trapped Limbs

Tetanus

Tendonitis

Tonsilitis

Tachycardia

U

UTI (Urinary Tract Infection)

V

Vomiting blood

Vertigo

W

Wisdom Tooth Removal (added purely because of all the funny fics that could be written as the person rides out the anesthetics -  or the character could wake up in pain the next morning feeling like absolute trash so the second character looks after them by bringing soup and ice packs for their jaw)

Whipping

X

XMRV is a newly identified human retrovirus that is similar to a group of mouse retroviruses (called murine leukemia viruses, or MLVs) 

Y

Yellow Fever

Yeast Infections

Z

Zika Virus 

Zoonotic Hookworm 

Zosler (Shingles) 

Zygomycosis

Zoonotic illness (It’s a disease carried or transmitted by animals to humans like tularemia or psittacosis)

*open to more suggestions though I tried to fill in every letter!*

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I live in the US

I have a lot of internet friends, some in the same country as me, some live in Europe. One thing I noticed is when we’re getting to know each other and which part of the world we’re from, say I live in Illinois in the U.S. and they’re like Oh, I live in England or I’m in Scotland. I’m currently living in Germany. 

But if my friends live in the U.S. they say they live in California or Georgia. And it’s like America is so freaking large that the states are equivalent to the countries of the continent Europe. 

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My Friend wore a Feminist shirt to school

One of my friends has a shirt and it just says FEMINIST on it. She told me she walked into her psychology class and some dude kinda glared at her and all commented Wow, you really have a shirt that says that? and he was trying to make her feel bad. The Psych teacher walked in (he’s a real cool guy that everyone likes)and said. “Ah, Daisy, you stole that shirt right out of my closet.” And the guy just shut up.

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Wisdom Teeth

I recently had my wisdom teeth taken out. After my parents telling me what happened, and my best friend who came with showed me all the videos, this is what happened. (and I remember only the mouth being dry part)

I woke up and first thing I said was my tongue needed lotion because it was so dry and I then began jamming my hand into my mouth as the “solution to not having tongue lotion”. 

Anytime the doctor, who shared no resemblance to my friend other than being blonde, I thought was my friend and then said. “Whoa, Sam is here!” and then each time, she told me “No, Sam is in the waiting room.” which I would respond with “Sam waited for me? Oh, that’s so nice, I wouldn’t wait for her.”

I was seated in a couch chair that I could stretch my legs out of and said. “Are we at the therapist? Where is Sigmund Freud? Are we at therapy?” (I’m not in therapy in general)

While laying down, I kept marching my feet on the couch chair and then proceeded to start marching them on the wall. 

My mother and Sam were holding me while walking out. My dad pulled the car up to the front of the building. I then said. “Oh my god, we ordered a limo! But I don’t have any money, I’m Generation Z, I can’t afford this!” 

My mom said to put me in the car closest to the door (behind the passenger, but usually I sit behind the driver in the car). Thus I became screaming and shouted. “No, I do not sit there. That side is disgusting, I won’t allow this.” And then I melted on the floor so they carried me to the other side.

In the car, Sam was recording me. I recognized Vines faster than my friends. Sam: Do you know who Chris is? Me: Chris? Is that a weed? I’m calling the police! Sam: What about Sarah? Me: Who? Sam: Sarah, your girlfriend? Me: I am not a lesbian, I thought I was American. Sam: What about Ashley? Ashley Bagadoing? Me: Hah, more like Ashley Bang-a-gong...gong...gong... (while pounding on the window with my fist)

Later, I started panicking because “Oh my god, I have so much homework. Like Mr. John Sieker gave us so much English homework that I am going to have to do. I can’t do that.” Sam: Do you want me to help you? Me: No, you’re stupid. Dad: Hey...that’s not nice. Me: It’s not nice, but it’s true. Sam: But...I have an A in English. Me: Yeah, A is for stupid. Sam: Don’t you have a B? Me: Yeah, I’m doomed to be stupid forever.

Me: Oh no, It’s Monday, I am going to miss DnD! I have to go meet my misadventurers. Sam: Tell me about DnD. Me: Melissa (a friend I carpool with to DnD) Sam: What about Melissa? Me: No, that’s it. Just Melissa.

Me: Oh my god, we never saw the Power Rangers live action! Like wasn’t that good? And yet here we are. 

Me: We should get ice cream! I just love ice cream, I wish it loved me back.

My brother: How many fingers am I holding? Me: *starts crying* I don’t have any fingers!

Our other best friend is Natalie lives on my street. We pass her house to get home. Me: Oh my god, Natalie is home! Sam: No, she’s in New Orleans. Me: But her car is in the driveway. Sam: Yeah, but they took their dad’s car. Me: Her dad? Papa Nottolini! He makes the best pizza. Sam: Yeah, it’s really good. Me: He should make some for us. Sam: They’re not home right now. Me: WHAT! Sam: They’re on vacation, he’s eating pizza somewhere else. Me: well, that’s rude.

At home, Sam called Natalie, I don’t remember talking to her. Me: Oh my god, Natalie, you have to get the donuts in New Orleans. The Beignets! You must go to Cafe Du Monde. They are really good. Natalie: Yeah, we did, we went there. They are really good. Have you had them? Me: No, I’m too poor.

I then passed out for 6 hours.

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Love, Simon

Parts of Love, Simon that killed me.

The gay culture references, (ex. Brendon Urie) And Simon picturing college.

How when Martin first started blacking mailing him, talking in the library, Simon couldn’t say that he was gay. He hesitated and then switched his sentences to avoid saying it.

When Simon was at Martin’s house and Martin was asking about his shoulders and then to sleep over and Simon not giving a shit. (Honestly, anytime Simon just wasn’t giving a shit was gold)

"Barack, it’s me...Jacques”

The white noise/silence when Simon was screaming on his bed, just seeing him so distraught after acting very indifferent toward his sister.

When his mom was talking to him and told him to finally exhale, that he can relax and take a breath. 

When his dad APOLOGIZED for not knowing, for acknowledging those four years as his fault for not picking up and apologizing to him for going through alone.

The vice principal standing in the hall with a pride flag pin.

When Ethan was talking to Simon in the office about his mom and his grandparents.

The well-placed use of the one F-word? Like so many PG-13 movies use is in a meh context, like if it was removed, the line would still have the same effectiveness. Or that word is emphasized obviously more. But my god, I actually felt stung because you knew he meant it.

Worst one: When you see the email is deleted and you feel your heart break with Simon’s.

The ending? Just the resolution (even though his friends were kinda jerks for not understanding the gravity of the situation he was in...but looking past that) And seeing the 5 coffees. How Freaking casual they had the scene when Bram got in the car and they had a good morning kiss. Normalizing gay couple doing couple things, them being a couple and just having innocent aspects of their relationship? Followed by the music playing “Wild Heart” just so uplifting and beautiful.

Bonus: The first time I watched it (it was opening night, the week early showing) The part when Martin comes over and says “Simon, it’s me” Some guy in the back of the theater screams OH GAWD NO! And everyone burst out laughing.

I never realized how much I needed this movie until I saw it. I saw the trailer and thought it was super cute, I saw posts about it before it came out and I was excited. I’m ace/bi-romanitc, the majority of my friends aren’t straight either so we were all excited. But when I went to go see this movie, I never comprehended how impactful it would be. I cried multiple times and I just hope everyone sees this movie because it’s so inspiring and beautiful. It’s our turn to find ourselves in the movies in a theater and see them have a happy ending because it gives us hope we will have one too.

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“ I am blood type O-positive, which I remember by staying ‘optimistic positive.’ “

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Dammit, Hardison

Eliot means a lot of things when he says, “Dammit, Hardison.” Hardison has a mental list.

It means, of course, “Why are you not infallible?” Hardison curses at himself when that happens. When it’s deserved, at least. Sometimes, Eliot has totally unreasonable expectations.

It means “Why are you so hard to keep safe?” “Don’t DO dangerous things like the one you just did!” Hardison finds that one both scary and comforting. Scary, because it means he’s in danger. Comforting because Eliot is coming.

It means “Why are you trying to show affection to me?” Hardison likes provoking this one, but it’s also wonderful to be able to slip affection in under Eliot’s radar, and see him actually let himself enjoy it.

It means “Why do you not understand these things which are very simple to me?” This one’s been getting less common. Eliot is figuring Hardison out.

It means “Why do I not understand these things which are very simple to you?” Hardison’s working on that. It helps to remember that it actually hurts Eliot’s fingers to type. He’s devising other interfaces.

It means “Why do I love you?” in that baffled Elioty way that is astounded to be capable of human emotion at all.

And it means that Eliot does love him.

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Light Yagami, L, Kira, it’s over. You’ve lost the game.

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