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The Gotham Bat Goes Missing (Or: Danny Fenton Has a Toddler Now)

The bats are in full crisis mode.

Tim Drake—Red Robin, Gotham’s most paranoid workaholic, the one who always has a backup plan—has completely vanished. No comms, no tracker, no digital footprint, nothing. One second, he was on patrol. The next? Gone.

It’s a disaster.

Bruce is brooding harder than usual, Dick is trying to stay optimistic but failing, and Cass is threatening to burn the whole city down if they don't find him. No one is taking it well.

Meanwhile, across Gotham, completely unaware of the chaos he's caused, one Danny Fenton is staring at the adorable toddler he found wandering alone in Crime Alley.

"Where are your parents, little guy?" Danny asks, frowning.

The tiny child, wrapped in Danny’s hoodie like a makeshift blanket, just stares at him with impossibly sharp blue eyes and pouts. "Bwuce!"

Danny blinks. "Bus?"

The kid shakes his head very seriously. "No, Bwuce!"

"...Right. How bout we just head to my place and figure this out, okay?"

Tim huffs, but slumps his head over Danny's shoulder and allows himself to be taken. Danny's lucky he's cute, or else Tim would be running away by now.

-—

Danny wasn’t planning on adopting a kid, but fate (or Gotham’s weirdness) had other plans. And honestly? Timmy is the cutest thing ever.

He’s got the biggest blue eyes, the puffiest little cheeks, and he’s scary smart for a kid who can barely talk. Every time Danny works on his university homework, Timmy crawls up next to him with a determined look on his tiny face, grabs a crayon (because Danny refuses to let him use a real pen after the first ink disaster), and starts helping.

By helping, of course, Danny means scribbling all over his work in bright, clashing colors.

"Good job, Timmy," Danny coos, watching as Timmy proudly waves his crayon like he just solved quantum mechanics.

Timmy beams, babbling nonsense that sounds like he’s trying to explain something very serious, but his tiny lisp makes it impossible for Danny to take seriously, and just makes his heart melt with utmost adoration.

"You're the smartest little guy ever, huh?"

Timmy nods solemnly, “Wheely smawt" he smiles, smacking his tiny hand on Danny’s physics notes like he just made an important breakthrough.

Danny has no idea what’s going on, but he loves this kid.

-—

Meanwhile, back at the cave, Bruce is one sleepless night away from losing his mind.

"Where the hell could he be?" Jason groans.

"We’re going to find him," Dick insists, though he looks ready to cry.

Steph is stress-eating while Cass is silently scanning every camera feed in Gotham.

Somewhere in the city, their missing brother is giggling as Danny Fenton makes airplane noises and spoon-feeds him applesauce.

[virtual-bunny]

“ HEY NERDY BOY ! ”

random headcannons about nerdjo because he turns me on

pairings: nerd! gojo x chubby fem! reader

WARNINGS: SMUT but not too detailed, some body image issues, probably some writing errors :3

a/n: i might come back every now and then if a new idea pops up in my head hehe

ARTIST CREDS: @/N06ARA ON TWITTER

✧ nerdjo who can almost cry over how beautiful he thinks you are

✧ nerdjo who stammers over his words when you wear shorts that squeeze your thighs just right

✧ nerdjo who clings onto your body and inhales your scent and gets a boner instantly as he grips your love handles

✧ nerdjo who slouches so you can give him a kiss, his glasses slidding down his nose bridge as your lips touch his cheeks, his cheek warm from him being flustered, and when you pull away, nerdjo’s eyes are almost crossed eyed as he sighs deeply

✧ nerdjo who uses your tummy as a stress ball when you sit next to him while he does his physics homework

✧ nerdjo who lays on your tummy as you play with his hair while he sleeps, saliva spilling from the side of his mouth

✧ nerdjo whose so head over heels for you that he begs you to let him carry your books and backpack so he can trail behind you to see the way your ass and thighs jiggle

✧ nerdjo who helps you with your homework and pinches your cheek, side or thighs whenever you get something wrong

✧ nerdjo who holds onto your stomach when you’re riding him, his face flushed and glasses crooked as he looks up at you with drunken eyes

✧ nerdjo who stumbles to catch up to you because he was too caught up watching you walk infront of him

✧ nerdjo who rolls his eyes when his jock friend geto teases him when he sees that gojo isn’t paying attention to lecture “she’s got you wrapped around her finger doesn’t she?” “wrapped around her thighs” nerdjo sighs without a second thought

✧ nerdjo who likes to put his hands around your tummy and gently squeeze it whenever you two are watching tv and you’re sitting between his legs

✧ nerdjo who fivershly pumps his cock at the thought of your round body jiggling when you ride him, or when you laugh, or when you walk

✧ nerdjo who makes snarky comments at you when you try to show him that “you’re way smarter than he is”

✧ nerdjo who reads out his physics notebook out loud just to make you mad because you hate physics

✧ nerdjo who goes all red whenever he brings you gifts on his way to your dorm

✧ nerdjo who doesn’t like going outside and rather stay home watching Teen Titans but still does because he knows you like to go out on dates

✧ nerdjo who used to bite his pencils out of habit but now bites your chubby hands if you’re sitting next to him as he does his homework or helps you with yours

✧ nerdjo who has to assure you he loves you and thinks you’re as beautiful as “The Euler-Lagrange Equation” (you have no idea what this means)

✧ nerdjo who puts his hands under your stomach, thighs and boobs to keep them warm

✧ nerdjo who bores you to death as he talk about quantum physics but you don’t say anything because you find it cute the way he sometimes spits by accident when he rambled and how his glasses slowly fall when’s he’s making movements as he talks

✧ nerdjo who likes to prove you wrong whenever you try to be a “smarty pants”

✧ nerdjo who softens when you go up to him while he was working on a project and tell him you’re worried about him because he looks like he hasn’t slept in three days

✧ nerdjo who mutters to himself in class when a stupid frat guy tries to answer the professors question, obviously saying the wrong answer but clearly only doing it to get laughs out of everyone. “what an idiot.” gojo grits to himself

✧ nerdjo who looks seriously shocked when he’s helping you with your homework and you get the wrong answer even though the right answer is CLEARLY right in front of your eyes “love… you seriously don’t know the answer…?”

✧ nerdjo who spends HOURS in the library to a room all by himself, books, papers, pens and pencils all scattered around the table while trying to get his work done, his hair messy and eyebrows furrowed, but when you text him saying you were gonna drop off food for him, his whole demeanor turns soft and giddy thinking about how he’s gonna be able to see you

✧ nerdjo who if he’s not doing homework or reading, is playing or watching digimon in your dorm, explaining everything he possibly can so you can catch up to the lore (you stopped listening a long time ago)

✧ nerdjo who doesn’t really talk much in class but when he does, the professors have to cut him off because gojo can talk for HOURS

✧ nerdjo who makes you sit on his lap as he codes on his computer

✧ nerdjo who can solve a rubix cube in a minute and always does when you ask him to (for your own entertainment)

✧ nerdjo whos into physics and computer science

✧ nerdjo who awkwardly puts his arm around your shoulder when the two of you are walking back to your dorm (he nearly trips)

✧ nerdjo who when you tell him a fun science fact, crosses his arms, leans back on the couch and goes “well ACTUALY-“ it’s too late to stop him, he’s already yapping to you on how the fact is wrong

✧ nerdjo who starts looking stupid now because you two have a class together when the new semester started and he can’t concentrate at all because he’s too concentrated looking at YOU

✧ nerdjo who tries to be freaky by putting his shaky hand on your upper thigh but you smack it away and he gives you a sad puppy look as he fixes his glasses, you swear you could see tears forming in his eyes

✧ nerdjo who runs to you when he finishes a prototype for whatever sciencey class he has and with full confidence says “you’re looking at the new science prodigy babe!” “uh huh” you say

✧ nerdjo who goes to the library again to study, he’s so stressed but he’s glad you came along, that’s until you went under the desk he was sitting at, undoing his belt and pulling down his pants and boxers JUST barely, hes literally gripping onto the table, face flushed hair messy crooked glasses and chest heaving trying so hard not to make it obvious you have his dick in your mouth

✧ nerdjo who makes you tag along with him to the nearest store to get the newest Digimon cards

✧ nerdjo who makes you gasp when you turn around for one second and look back to see him fighting a literal ten year old for a box set of Digimon cards

✧ nerdjo who doesn’t show you memes, but shows you reddit posts that you have no interest in looking at

✧ nerdjo who makes you sit on his face, but not to eat you out, but so your thighs can squish his face. he says that “it de-stresses him” and when you go to complain he says “it’s scientifically proven that it does”

✧ nerdjo who SOMETIMES is a cocky asshole in class, and when an acquaintance of yours who’s also in gojos’s class tells you how much of an asshole your boyfriend is, you straighten nerdjo up by riding his face nonstop to the point he’s crying because HE’S not getting any action

✧ nerdjo who you convince that overstimulating him will “de-stress him” and “make him focus better” so when you tied him up in your bed with a vibrator wrapped on the head of his cock, he’s whining, crying, squirming, eyes rolled all the way to the back of his head and pleading you to “let him do anything to you” (when you finally let him cum he tells you the next day that his focus is 97.56% better than it was the day before)

✧ nerdjo who’s so competitive when the two of you play video games he forgets you’re his GIRLFRIEND and is brutal with the insults when you loose

✧ nerdjo who’s actually really strong and likes to carry you around your dorm or outside when the two of you go for a walk. and even though you’re protesting and telling him you “don’t wanna hurt him” all nerdjo says is “just cause i’m smart doesn’t mean i’m not strong”

✧ nerdjo who likes to suck your clit while gripping your tummy

✧ nerdjo who likes to grip your fupa cause he’s weird like that

✧ nerdjo who ANALYZES your pussy and your actions whenever he’s fingering you or fucking you so he can make you feel better for the next time you two fuck (you always have a stronger orgasam each time after the other)

✧ nerdjo who bites his nails and gets told off by you (he immediately begs for your forgiveness)

✧ nerdjo who kisses your tummy whenever he lays down on your lap and turns his head so he’s looking up at you and says “you’re the most angelic thing i’ve ever seen, you know that?” he sighs contently while pushing his glasses up and giving you the stupidest toothy smile

[squipa]

and they called it puppy love

aka tim drakes lovesick obsession with you

———

tim drake didn’t really notice anyone when he went to uni. he was there to learn, not make friends. he was too busy for friends, anyways, so he never really tried. that was until he laid eyes on you.

you were in his advanced quantum physics class, loudly debating with some meathead about the correct answer to a question. he was tuned in, entirely unable to focus on his own work. you politely argued with the dumbass who tried to correct you that your answer was right (it was), and he couldn’t think about anything other than how perfect your voice sounded against his ears.

he nearly failed that class— not because he found it particularly difficult, because he couldn’t stop staring at you. he tried not to be creepy, looking away the moment your eyes even dared to meet his. he was memorizing everything about you, the way you played with your hair while you spoke, the way you smiled to yourself whenever you got a correct answer on the homework, how you were too quiet to raise your hand but always offering the answers to the people around you.

he couldn’t get you out of his head, and as much as he tried to deny himself of you, he was obsessed. he switched to the empty seat behind you, close enough to smell your shampoo, and watch the tabs you scrolled through mindlessly on your computer while the professor lectured. he took note of everything. if you bought a book, he’d read it overnight on the off chance you spoke to him. played an album on your spotify? he’s listening to the artist’s entire discography. he even bought a blind box of sonny angels when he watched you debate buying them for thirty minutes.

you’re the one who talks to him first, and god, did it make his year. “hey,” you said, smiling up at him. he hopes you didn’t notice the red that spread from his cheeks to his chest, burning the tips of his ears. “i think you dropped your water bottle.” you say, handing a transparent blue bottle back to him. it’s not his. he’s eternally grateful. he babbles some nonsense back to you, memorizing the way your eyes look when they’re focused on his. you give a kind smile and turn back to your work, completely unbothered while he can feel his heartbeat in his ears.

you opened the gates with that comment— now he finds any excuse to talk to you. yes, he needs help understanding the material. yes, he wants to know what the office hours are for the professor. obviously he’s obsessed with the band on your shirt, and he can’t believe you like it too.

he’s very left-brained. he wants to know everything thing about you, what makes you smile and what makes you mad. he wants to know what makes every neuron fire, what makes you tick. he wishes he could crack open your skull and dig around in your brain to better understand you, to know every aspect of why you are the way that you are. but, since he can’t do that, he does the second best thing and hacks into your phone.

it isn’t invasive, or weird. he just wants to know more about you— you’d understand. he goes through your texts, social medias, gradebook, notes app, bank statements, everything. when he realizes you’re broke, he anonymously pays your tuition under the guise of a scholarship. he’ll show up at your work (a coincidence, of course) and shove a hundred dollar bill in the tip jar when your back is turned. he just wants to take care of you. he slips your favorite snacks into your backpack when you go to the bathroom, doordashes your favorite foods to your dorm when you forget to eat— anything he can do for you, he will.

he broke into your dorm, not to do anything malicious, he just wanted to see how you live. he’s sickened by how easy it was to break the lock, and sent a work order immediately to update security. around your room, he took little things, stuff you wouldn’t miss, sticky note doodles and hair ties. he took note of all of the pieces of you around him, the soap you use, the games stacked on your desk, the makeup piled on the sink. he just likes knowing the intimate, little things about you.

don’t get him started on the pictures. he’s got hundreds— you in class, walking on the courtyard, at work, out with friends, driving around, whatever. he flips through them every night, studying every detail like a textbook and looking for new ones. he loves learning you, focusing in on every detail, putting together every piece of every puzzle.

he gets enraged when he sees any man talking to you, bothering you. he hates the way they can make you laugh where he can’t, that they’re bolder than he is around someone as delicate as you. he needs to be gentle, careful. he shoots death glares at any man who takes your attention for too long, making sure to block them on all of your social medias preemptively in case they try to annoy you again.

he practically has an aneurysm when he catches you walking home from work alone at night. it’s gotham, you can’t possibly think it’s safe, even on campus. lucky you, red robin is there to watch from the shadows, making sure you get home safe and sound. he slips a pepper spray bottle in your bag the next day.

you two become something of friends when he asks you to help him study. suddenly, all of his classes are on the way to yours, so obviously it makes sense to walk with you. listening to you talk— it’s the sweetest sound he could imagine. you tell him things (most of which he already knows) about your life, and constantly invite him to share his. you’re so kind, you never roll your eyes or get annoyed at his awkwardness around you, you only smile and nod until he finds his point. you’re filled with endless empathy, you find a reason to sympathize with anyone, regardless of how rude they may have been. your roommates boyfriend with a staring problem? he must just be nervous around someone so close to his girlfriend. the guy who grabbed your shoulder in class (who got a lesson taught to him by red robin that night)? probably had just been trying to get your attention for awhile.

he’s absolutely infatuated. he has your entire schedule memorized, he knows the hospital you were born in and your high school gpa. he fantasizes about a future with you, one where you love him a fraction as much as he loves you. one where he can spoil you and protect you and have you all to himself.

he spends hours in front of the mirror, practicing what he’ll say to you in the hallway when he finally asks you out. he needs to be casual, like you’re not the only thing he thinks about, but not nonchalant, because he cares more than you know.

he fails spectacularly.

“would you, uh, y’know, i was wanting to, uh… i have movie tickets, and i’d buy you dinner, uh… like a date?”

your little giggle kills him. you should refuse him, turn away and never speak to him again, he deserves it.

“i’d like that. saturday?”

once you start dating, it’s over, he’s over the moon every day. he doesn’t need an excuse to walk you to and from class, or home from work, or pick you up after a night out (where he totally wasn’t watching, lurking in the corner to make sure nobody bothered you), because that was his job. it’s not weird that he sits in the cafe you work at throughout your entire shift; acting like a personal bodyguard. nights when you’re too exhausted to see him, he watches from your window, just observing the way your chest rises and falls.

he kisses you over and over, memorizing how good you taste against his lips. he’d constantly press himself into you, or warm your hands in between his, or tuck his arm neatly against yours. anything to stay close to you. even the slightest shiver and his jacket is over your shoulders, and god forbid you’re out shopping, because he refuses to let you pay a thing, or hold a single bag. he’ll randomly send you money to get your nails done, or buy a book you want. multiple times he’s told you he’d take care of you if you quit your job, but you always refuse. he loves that about you, but wishes you’d let him do more.

he doesn’t even think about the possibility of you leaving him. because truly, it’s impossible. he won’t allow it, he’ll be attentive, caring, and the absolute perfect boyfriend, so the thought won’t even cross your mind. he knows everything about you, exactly what you want and exactly what you need. he loves you more than anything, and his only job is to take care of you, keep you safe and warm and happy for as long as you live.

he adores you, practically worships you. this isn’t puppy love, it’s pure and true and he intends for it to last forever.

[rayasslicker]

v. fake it

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synopsis: in which your fate somehow gets entangled into a messy jumble between punk music in cozy cafés, intense rivalry, cherished yakults, parallelograms and quantum physics, competitions in contests and rainy days. or in other words; the universe seems to fucking hate your guts for whatever reason and decided to curse your love life with your awful crass emo twink-a-fuck rival. the question is; did the curse work?

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• fuck i was gonna add a featured song but spotify's being a bitch so

• featured song (no link unfortunately) - Yours, Mine, Hours by McCafferty

- something about provocative scara turns me on somehow like damn

authors' notes - im cramming my notes and homework after this LMAO unfortunately i am still a student dying, BUT FORTUNATELY i still managed to get into high honors so HELL YEAH

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[fireside-fanfics]

So I have a little Joaquin Torres request :) Joaquin bumps into an old highschool classmate of his. They weren't friends but always got along pretty well. And both of them crushed on each other hard but never actually told the other. When they bump into each other after all those years, they immediately fall back into their old dynamic. Also do both of them realize that their feelings never really went away, even though they haven't seen each other in so many years

Thank you so much for this request! I absolute loved writing it!

Old Friends, New Wings

I. BEFORE WE KNEW: SENIOR YEAR Where it all quietly began.

Sage pressed her cheek to the cold surface of her locker door, pretending to be deep in thought. Maybe she was contemplating quantum physics or some big life decision about her future. Really, though, she was just waiting for him. 

Joaquin Torres always showed up at exactly 7:48AM like clockwork. Not 7:45. Not 7:50. Backpack slung lazily over one shoulder, curls still slightly damp from his morning shower, a steaming cup of vending machine hot chocolate in hand like it was his personal brand. Sage could’ve sworn that it was as if the hall parted for him upon his arrival every morning. He never looked rushed. Not like everyone else, frantically finishing homework or sprinting to first period. 

He moved through the crowded hallway like he had all the time in the world. He’d nod at the janitor, smile at teachers, and hold the door for someone carrying too many books. He was effortlessly polite, impossibly kind by nature, and maddeningly cute without even trying. And fuck, that was the worst part—because wasn’t the loud, in-your-face kind of cute either. 

No, he had the soft, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it kind of charm. It was the crooked smile, the warm brown eyes that crinkled at the corners when he laughed, the quiet way he paid attention when people talked, like they actually mattered. It was infuriating how one boy could be so incredible that he took up this much space in her mind.

Sage would tell herself she was just observant. That she liked patterns. The only reason she knew his routine was because their lockers happened to be across the hall from each other and she had nothing better to do at 7:45 in the morning. Of course that was it. That’s what she told herself at least.

The truth was, this had become her favorite three minutes of the day. Three minutes of pretending not to look. Three minutes of catching the soft sound of his voice, the way he greeted people by name, the way he’d tap his fingers against his cup like he was drumming out a beat only he could hear. And maybe, just maybe, three minutes of hoping he’d look her way too.

“Hey, Sage,” his voice came just as expected, soft and smooth with a sleepy smile.

Sage turned, cool as ever. When she met his gaze, she swore his eyes made her melt. A small smile tugged at her lips as she tried to fight blush rising on her cheeks. She shut her locker before crossing the short distance across the hall to stand next to him. Sage leaned against the locker beside him.

“Morning, Quino,” she quipped. “Did you finally get that Chem lab done or are you gonna mooch off me again?”

He laughed as he rummaged in his locker. “Mooch is such a strong word. I prefer the term … cross-reference.”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help smiling. It was always like this with them: light teasing, shared glances, and this unspoken tension neither of them dared to touch. Maybe it was timing. Or fear. Or that neither of them wanted to ruin a good thing. They weren’t best friends, but they shared a quiet camaraderie since middle school. By pure chance, they always paired up for science labs, shared side conversations during pep rallies, and slid in next to each other on bus rides for field trips. 

Somehow they always seemed to gravitate towards each other. Somehow they always found each other at weekend parties where they’d talk for hours while everyone else enjoyed the party. Somehow they’d stumble into each other at the same cafes. It was all coincidence, luck, chance. And every time Joaquin caught her looking at him just a little too long, she’d flash a grin and play it off. And every time she walked past him in the hallway, he’d turn his head, just in case she smiled first. 

Neither of them ever did anything about it. Then, graduation came and they were gone…

II. NOW: PRESENT DAY, WASHINGTON D.C. Everything and nothing has changed.

Recent weeks were extremely tough for Joaquin as he hopped from mission to mission with little time to recover. He had faced some intense moments in the field—high-stakes missions, rogue tech, even alien threats—but nothing had prepared him for the emotional gut punch of seeing her again. She was standing at the edge of a farmer’s market, sunglasses perched in her curls, holding a jar of local honey like it was the most important decision of the day. 

Joaquin was never one to believe in fate, but when he saw her he had to reconsider. There was no way this was random.

“Sage?” he said before he could stop himself.

She startled, shoulders jerking just slightly, the kind of reflex you couldn't control when someone said your name unexpectedly. It was barely noticeable to anyone else, but Joaquin caught it. Of course he did.

“No way. Joaquin Torres?!”

And just like that, he was seventeen again. A grin tugged at his face before he could stop it. She looked exactly the same and yet completely different—older, more confident, but still radiating that same gentle energy that used to drive him crazy in high school. The soft smile still knocked the air out of his lungs in a way nothing else ever had. The sharp wit and kind heart that he day dreamed about. The way she used to twirl her pen in calculus like she was trying to make it fly.

Before he could fully register what was happening, Sage launched herself into his arms, hugging him tight. The strength in her embrace caught him off guard. She’d clearly kept up with her training. He remembered being in awe of her back then—star rugby player, elite swimmer. She’d always been the strongest one in their class, stunning the Army recruiters with how many pull-ups she could crank out during their annual visit.

When she pulled back slightly, her arms still around his waist, Joaquin smiled brightly at her again. She still tilted her head when she was curious. Still smelled like coconut and vanilla. Still made him feel like he was the only person she wanted to talk to, even in a crowded market. Her eyes flicked over him—quick, subtle—but he noticed. It was the kind of glance that said more than words ever could.  Her gaze lingered just a second too long on his chest, his shoulders, the way his jaw had sharpened with age. 

Then, as if suddenly aware of just how close they still were, she blushed. That soft, telltale pink spread across her cheeks, and Joaquin swore it was the same blush he used to catch in the hallway after study hall. Slowly, her arms slipped from around his torso, but her hand didn’t go far. It lingered on his forearm, fingers brushing lightly over the fabric of his sleeve before settling there. Sage gave it a small, familiar squeeze—steady, grounding, like muscle memory. And in that single touch, Joaquin felt twelve years melt away.

“It’s so good to see you, Quino,” Sage started, a quiet sigh of contentment leaving her lips. He blushed at the old nickname. “I haven’t seen you since—”

“Senior year,” he finished. “When you kicked ass at the rugby state championship a few days after graduation. 

A small smile formed on her lips as she reminisced. “That was one of the best days of my life… I remember you made a point to come congratulate me on the field.”

“Of all things you remember about that day,” he chucked, “you remember that?”

“Of course I do. It was you, dummy.”

Joaquin blushed again, nervous with the way she looked at him admiringly.

“Do you remember AP Lit with Mr. Rudd?”

“Oh god,” she groaned with a laugh, covering her face. “He used to call you ‘Captain Daydream’ and somehow still liked you best.”

“And he called you ‘Trouble’,” Joaquin chuckled, “but he still gave you the best grade in the class.”

They both laughed, and in that moment, everything felt easy again like no time had passed. Like they were still two almost-friends who sat just a little too close, exchanged too many smiles, and maybe thought about each other a little too much when no one else was looking. Sage had always been a contradiction that made perfect sense.

Her tomboy nature helped her fit right in with the guys, keeping up with every competition like she had something to prove. Yet her quiet, effortless femininity stunned every boy who looked too long, leaving them slack-jawed when they realized just how beautiful she really was. She got along with the girls too—her creativity and knack for crafting made her a go-to for pep rally posters and prom decorations, and her warm, calming aura drew people in like sunlight.

“So what are you doing here?” Sage tucked the honey jar under her arm and tilted her head. “Are you—back in town or…?”

He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly shy. “Actually stationed here for a while. The Air Force brought me back, and now I’m working with the government in a slightly different capacity.”

“Sounds mysterious,” she teased, elbowing him in the side playfully. “Are you a secret agent now?”

“Wouldn’t be a very good one if I told you, huh?” he grinned.

Sage laughed, then gave him a once-over. “You look good, Qunino. Older. Stronger. You’ve got—I don’t know—a presence now. It’s so good to see you.”

“You look good too,” Joaquin replied. He felt heat rise to his face and tried not to look like a giddy sixteen-year-old. “I mean, you always did but—yeah. Still do. Better, even.”

With a small grin, Sage whispered thank you. She invited him to continue walking in the farmer’s market with her, and he gladly accepted. The conversation flowed so naturally. He learned she’d bounced around a few cities before landing in D.C. for the job of a lifetime. She was doing good work at the Smithsonian—big stuff, the kind of projects she used to daydream about during their stolen locker chats between classes. Joaquin wasn’t surprised; he always knew she’d thrive.

It felt natural. It was like they’d just picked up where they left off, except now they were adults and had no excuse to hide behind teenage nerves. They were passing by the kettle corn stand—almost near the Tidal Basin—when it hit him.

“I used to have the biggest crush on you,” he blurted out.

“What?” Sage blinked, eyes wide behind her sunglasses. 

Joaquin chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck like he couldn’t believe he’d actually said it out loud.

 “I mean—yeah,” he muttered, glancing over at her with a sheepish smile. “Back in high school? You were untouchable. Cool, smart, always had that notebook full of doodles and plans of all the cool things you were going to create one day…”

She flushed and managed to whisper, “You noticed my sketches?”

“You used to sketch in your notebook during Chem lectures. I remember thinking you'd end up doing something big too. Like, designing space suits or sneakers for Beyoncé.”

“Of course I did.” He nudged her gently. Sage giggled when she lost her balance slightly and gripped his arm again to regain her balance. “I noticed everything about you.”

The air between them shifted, slower now, heavier. Sage stopped walking, hand lightly touching the railing overlooking the water. Joaquin stood closely next to her and reached out to hold the rail too. His fingers softly brushed hers and he hoped she didn’t pull away. She didn’t.

Sage turned toward him and nervously said, “I had the biggest crush on you.”

“You’re kidding,” Joaquin gasped, chest tightening. 

“I’m not. I used to walk past your locker early on purpose. Just to maybe catch your eye. Hoping you’d spare me a few minutes to talk before classes started for the day.”

“Are you serious? I thought I was being creepy because I timed my locker trips to run into you.”

Sage burst out laughing. They both stood there, stunned and smiling like idiots.

“I used to write your name in my notebook,” she said quietly. “Just little doodles. Hearts around our names… Dumb stuff like that.”

“I almost asked you to prom,” he admitted. “I was going to. I chickened out.”

“I waited. I thought you would. I wanted you to ask me…”

“I didn’t think I had a chance.”

Sage took a slow step forward, closing the space between them. Her voice was barely above a whisper now. “What about now?”

He met her gaze. “Now… I’m not letting you walk away again.”

And then he kissed her. It was soft at first—careful, warm. Like opening a book they’d both once loved but hadn’t read in years. Then it deepened, all those years of missed chances and quiet heartaches spilling over. When they finally pulled back, Joaquin rested his forehead against hers.

“I never stopped thinking about you,” he murmured.

“Good,” she smiled, brushing her thumb along his jaw, “because I’m not letting you go this time.”

With a finger tucked in the belt loops on both her hips, Joaquin pulled her closely and kissed again. Sage melted into his torso and lost herself in the kiss. A soft whimper left her lips when Joaquin snaked a hand into her back pocket, squeezing lightly. She kissed him harder in response and lightly tugged his hair at the nape of his neck. They pulled apart again, both gasping for air. She wrapped both her arms around his torso and smiled up at him. Keeping one hand in her back pocket, Joaquin trailed his free hand down her arm and held one of her hands.

“Wanna grab coffee?” Joaquin asked after a moment. “Maybe try again—this time without teenage awkwardness?”

“Yeah, I’d really like that,” Sage grinned, squeezing his hand.

As they walked toward the coffee shop, shoulder to shoulder, Joaquin felt something settle in his chest—a kind of peace he hadn’t realized he’d been searching for. The breeze was cool but not cold, the late afternoon sun casting soft gold across the pavement, and every now and then, their arms would brush in that quiet, familiar way that made his pulse skip.

III. WHAT COMES NEXT This time, we don’t let it go.

Three weeks later, Sage was curled up on Joaquin’s couch, sketchpad in her lap, while he worked on a broken Redwing drone on the floor.

“You’re still terrible at soldering,” she teased.

“Hey,” Joaquin groaned playfully, not looking up. “I’ve gotten slightly better.”

“You’re just lucky you’re cute,” She grinned, tossing a pillow at him. 

Joaquin laughed as he picked up the pillow and walked over to her. He plopped down next to the coach, stretching his legs across the chase ottoman. Sage shifted slightly so she was closer to him, thighs touching. Joaquin reached out, snaked an arm behind her back, and rested his hand on her hip. His fingers brushed under his Air Force t-shirt—the one that she had turned into her own oversized cropped t-shirt—and he rubbed shapes on her hip.

“You know what I think?” He glanced up at her, eyes shining. She hummed in response. “This—right here? You and me? It was worth the wait.”

“Yeah,” Sage whispered. She leaned down and kissed the top of his head. “It really was.”

Hooking one leg across his hips, Sage leaned fully into his side and closed the small distance between them. Her hand slid along his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his t-shirt as she kissed him—slow, sure, like she’d been meaning to for years. Joaquin smiled into the kiss, warmth blooming across his chest as he pulled her closer. 

One hand squeezed her hip with a kind of certainty he didn’t even realize he’d been craving, while the other found the back of her head, fingers gently threading through her hair, holding her there—not to trap her, but like he was afraid to let her go too soon. Their mouths moved in sync, familiar in a way that caught them both off guard. She tasted faintly of citrus and something sweeter.

They didn’t say much, and they didn’t have to. The room was filled with soft, lazy kisses and the low hum of voices weaving together—murmurs about takeout or maybe cooking something simple, a vague plan to walk around the city Saturday or just stay in. Every touch lingered a little longer than necessary. Every breath felt like it carried the weight of everything they hadn’t said back then. 

And now, it was like their bodies were making up for all that time. Wrapped in each other, they weren’t just making out—they were catching up, reconnecting, and rewriting the ending that never got a proper start. When they finally broke apart, Sage rested her head against his chest and held one of his hands. 

“I know we lost a lot of years,” Sage said quietly, her thumb brushing over his knuckles, “but I don’t think those feelings ever really went away.”

“Me too,” Joaquin murmured in agreement, heart pounding. “My feelings for you keep getting stronger everyday…”

Sage looked up at him then, eyes a little glossy but steady, like she was really seeing him for the first time—and not the version from high school, not the memory she used to miss—but the man right in front of her. The one who’d waited, who’d wondered, who’d never stopped hoping.

“Then let’s not waste any more time,” she said softly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I know what I want now. I want you, Quino. Forever.”

“Me too… I’m in this for the long-haul, Sage,” he whispered.

Joaquin kissed her again—gentle this time, like a promise. And when they pulled away, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his thumb brushing her cheek. Outside, the city buzzed like it always had, unchanged. But inside, everything was different. They weren’t lost teenagers anymore, circling the edge of something they didn’t know how to name. They were here—older, braver, still a little unsure, but together.

[demonsinmywindows]

okay so we all know saiki is a genius. we all know this. I’d love to elaborate.

Saiki can pretty much passively absorb everything he learns, and it seems like he doesn’t really forget anything. Even when he has those ‘uh oh’ moments that we’ve seen, it’s always been because of a distraction and not because lack of knowledge. Bc he absorbs so much information from his direct surroundings, it takes almost nothing for him to learn what’s required of him. ie; how he’s expected to act, the best route to get somewhere, what he learns in school etc.

Consequently, it takes him very little effort to accomplish the ‘regular’ academic expectations for his age. We’ve seen him do a years worth of homework in the blink of an eye… (here comes my hc)

Thus he has a lot of time on his hands. And Saiki is innately curious. To bide his time, he likes to delve into obscure topics, to learn things that are completely unfamiliar to the average person. So Saiki knows a lot, and Saiki reads a lot. At the very ~least~ he knows all about advanced quantum physics, from Kusuke’s mind. Now this MAY be me projecting, but I like to think that Saiki loves to research all things history and philosophy (the average person is not often thinking about these things beyond the surface level).

As a result, his classmates often see him reading about some of the most random and specific subjects ever (after all, what exudes ‘don’t talk to me’ more than reading a dense book?). They come to know that Saiki is the one to go to if they have any questions about ANY general knowledge (see also: kaido asking saiki for homework help even though his own class rank is much higher)

And maybe some of them wonder: why? Why does Saiki perform averagely at school, when he seems so interested in learning? Maybe someone finally asks him about some miscellaneous inconsequential fact…. and the next thing they know Saiki is spouting facts at a mile a minute. Oh you’re asking about Alexander the Great? Did you know that he died so young because he became paralyzed from contaminated wine and then was buried alive? Did you know Alexander’s lineage supposedly traces back to Achilles himself, suggesting that the events of the Trojan War have basis in truth? And if that is the case, what could have caused the decade long Mediterranean sea journeys of Odysseus and Menelaus who were descendants of the Minoan sea experts?

Okay anyways. Moral of the story, Saiki is a secret NERD and you cannot take that away from me. I live by the fact that he is just a random scholar of all things.

Plz expand, I would love to know ur thoughts/reactions

[glowettee]

// part 5: the science behind manifestation (because we love being smart girlies) ✨

hey loves! mindy here again~

today i'm diving into the fascinating science that makes manifestation work. as someone who loves both spirituality and science (hello, future doctor energy!), i'm excited to break this down in a way that makes perfect sense.

the scientific principles behind manifestation:

quantum physics basics

everything is energy at its core

observer effect: we influence particles by observing them

quantum entanglement shows everything is connected

the double-slit experiment proves consciousness affects reality

neuroscience of manifestation • reticular activating system (ras)

acts like a filter for your brain

helps you notice opportunities

focuses on what you program it to see

neuroplasticity

your brain physically changes with thoughts

new neural pathways form with repetition

this is why scripting works so well

psychological framework a) cognitive behavioral principles

thoughts create emotions

emotions drive actions

actions determine results

b) self-fulfilling prophecy

your beliefs shape your reality

2. expectations influence outcomes

3. confidence attracts opportunities

4. frequency & vibration science

human thoughts emit measurable frequencies

positive thoughts = higher frequency

higher frequencies attract similar energies

practical application (how i use this):

morning brain programming

meditation to raise frequency

positive affirmations during skincare

visualization while getting ready

study session optimization

setting intentions before starting

creating a high-vibe study space

using binaural beats for focus

daily consciousness practices

mindful observation

energy checking

thought monitoring

frequency adjustments

intentional speaking

the science-backed manifestation formula:

clear intention + elevated emotion + aligned action = manifestation

why this works:

intention activates the ras

emotion creates energetic frequency

action solidifies neural pathways

consistency compounds results

pro tip: i keep a "science of success" section in my manifestation journal where i track:

daily frequency levels (1-10)

manifestation experiments

correlation between thoughts and outcomes

evidence of law of attraction working

note: you're literally a quantum creator! your thoughts are shaping your reality at a subatomic level. isn't that the most powerful thing ever?

homework for my manifestation besties:

notice your ras in action today

journal about 3 manifestations you've already achieved

measure your vibration throughout the day

practice intentional thinking for 24 hours

stay tuned for part 6 where we'll explore advanced scripting methods (my personal fave for manifesting those straight a's!) 🌙

with love, mindy xo

[blankcest]

I already constantly think about Stanley’s intelligence and how genuinely impressive he is as a person.

Legit he, a highschool drop-out who actively had his brother do his homework for him, taught himself quantum physics and engineering with a 3rd of the notes needed to actually fix the portal AND did it by himself (which even Ford couldn’t do!!! He needed Both Bill and Fidd’s help!)

Yes it took him 30 years but it was BY HIMSELF and he already got so far. Basically only really needing the fuel and instructions to turn it on, everything else he did to fix it he did BY HIMSELF WITH THE THIRD OF THE NOTES NEEDED

LIKE I JUST, Stanley Pines is incredibly smart.

[arachnicas]

Spider & Spot Dynamic Headcanons 1/?

Based off of my post >>> here

-) The multi-verse collapses and Miles is thrown back in time to the day he defeated Kingpin. Determined not to repeat the future, Miles decides to seek out the Spot and end his villainy before it can begin. However, he does not eradicate or contain his nemesis. No, Miles takes a leap of faith and decides to help him.

-) Miles uses his big brain to find a way to permanently cure Dr. Johnathon Ohnn of his spotty appearance with a serum. However, Johnathon still retains his abilities, and his eyes are an eerie void black color, a reminder of what he is and what he is capable of. Still, he's back to looking like a human being again and is immensely grateful to this wonderful, genius kid for helping him in his time of need.

-) In fact, he's so happy that he immediately declares himself Spider-Man's partner, and Miles cannot reject the man. His former friends are in their respective dimensions safe now that the collider is destroyed, and if the future becomes anything like Miles remembers, he won't see them for a long while. It would be nice to have a friend on his side.

-) After some trial and error, Johnathon can easily control his abilities, using his holes to warp villains into Miles' webs or transporting himself and Miles away from dangers when dealing with particularly deadly villains. With their combined skills and hilarious wit, the duo instantly becomes Brooklyn's darlings almost overnight.

-) Johnathon's costume is based on his former spotty appearance. When Miles asked why, he grinned and said, "Makes for a superb intimidation factor, kiddo. Gets the baddies shaking in their little boots when they see me."

-) Johnathon and Miles both know each other's secret identities. Johnathon made it clear to Miles that if their partnership should work, he should at least see the face of the hero he's working with. No secrets. No lies. Miles agreed and slid off his mask.

-) Needless to say, Johnathon was appalled, concerned, and maybe even a little impressed that Spider-Man is a thirteen-year-old kid. "I mean, when you threw that bagel at me, I knew you were young, but holy cow, you're just a little guy! You should be in school doing your homework and hanging out with your friends, not running the streets fighting bad guys!"

-) Knowing that Spider-Man is just a kid made Johnathon even more sure of his decision to be his partner. Miles will need a stable adult to look out for him and somebody to make damn sure that he comes home alive. It's the least he can do for the kid who helped him get his life back on track. Plus, he's grown fond of Miles and enjoys fighting alongside him. This superhero gig isn't so bad after all.

-) Over time, the two developed a pseudo-uncle-nephew familial relationship, and while Johnathon isn't Uncle Aaron, Miles finds that they have a lot in common and will often spend hours talking about quantum physics, math, etc. They even built an underground lair where they go to rest up, work on science projects, and make neat little gizmos. Miles proudly called it "The Web," but after losing a game of rock paper scissors to Uncle Johnathon, it was renamed The Void Sanctum.

-) Helping Miles with his science homework pushed Johnathon into getting a job at Visions Academy as a science teacher because, damn it, what kind of weak-ass science is that school teaching his nephew?! No, he will become a goddamn teacher and teach these kids REAL science. And this way, he can finally distance himself from Alchemax and get a job doing something he loves. Teaching.

-) Johnathon wanted to make an excellent first impression on his first day at Visions and showed up to work in a tweed suit, squeaky shoes, and a lab coat. The students cracking jokes about his clothes were to be expected, and Miles was starting to get annoyed with them for their constant needling, but all laughter died when Mr. Ohnn made something explode. From then on, he was the school's most revered science teacher.

-) Visions loves him so much that they don't even ask why he wears sunglasses that hide his scary inky black eyes that sometimes leak dark matter. Nah, they don't need to see what's behind the glasses.

-) Johnathon uses his powers to travel across different dimensions with Miles, where they get into all sorts of whacky adventures. It's the most fun they've ever had, and the pair bring back all kinds of trinkets and decorations from their travels to hang up in their super cool lair.

"Miles, is that an alien head encased in ice?"

"Oh, yeah! Uncle Johnathon and I found this bad boy in some creepy desert dimension! I don't think we were supposed to take it, but Unc wanted to turn it into a new decoration for his desk."

"Miles, that thing just blinked."

"Yeah, it does that sometimes."

-) The walls in Miles' room are decorated with colorful equations done by Johnathon, and Johnathon's office space has drawings Miles gifted to him. Maybe he's not an artist like his nephew, but he's proud of the kid's works and will always show visitors what Miles drew.

-) Having learned from his past mistakes, Miles decided to reveal himself as Spider-Man to his parents, and as expected there were tears, ultimatums, more tears, and finally acceptance. Jeff and Rio were also told about Johnathon, and after some hesitation and promises to keep them informed about their son, they permitted the duo to keep working together...so long as Johnathon stopped by every Sunday for family dinners and continued to help Miles stay on top of his studies.

-) Their dimension travels have caused them to meet certain members of the Spider Society much earlier, but that's a story for another day.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Into the Unknown, Part 56

First

Previous

Bruce stared at the group of people gathered at his front door, unsure. “You know, when I said you could invite more people, I was expecting… Tim and Damian. Not…” he motioned vaguely to Worse!Tim (the future heir to his rival company), Bernard (a guy who had forgone introducing himself in favor of asking whether it was true that Bruce was dating renowned art thief Selina Kyle), and Steph (Steph).

Worse!Tim’s face flushed. “Ah, sorry to intrude, I just… didn’t have anywhere else to go. We can leave, though, it’ll be nice to have the house to ourselves –.”

Bruce, whose expression had been getting progressively softer the longer Worse!Tim went on, sighed and clapped a hand atop the boy’s head, ruffling his hair. “Don’t worry about it. We have more than enough food to go around.”

He glanced at Steph, quietly asking for her tragic backstory.

“I’m a college student,” she said.

Bruce seemed to decide that he should just accept this. He stepped aside so everyone could file in.

Everyone except for Tim. He waited until their group was properly inside so he could close the door behind them, leaving the two of them in the cold. But they wouldn’t be out there for long, no worries, Bruce only had one question for him: “Did you… bring one of the company rivals to make sure that Marinette and I couldn’t talk about business over this trip?”

“... no,” said Tim, who made a mental note of the strategy for later.

~

Marinette complained about her physics final at length, beating up dough to get her anger out. Alfred, ever the comforting presence, nodded along easily enough, giving occasional ‘hm’ and ‘oh wow’ sounds to say that he was still listening and also just as peeved as her. Damian sat on the counter, chubby little legs swinging, watching the pair bustle about, daydreaming about what designs he wanted to pipe onto the cookies Marinette was baking…

Not a creature was stirring (no, Alfred was not a creature, and he would prefer the term ‘whisking’), and there were definitely no mice around.

It was peaceful.

Until.

“I can help you with your homework,” Damian offered. “I know lots of things.”

Marinette paused, her hand resting over her heart. “Ye… yeah. Of course, Dami, I’d love your help.”

Damian lit up. He pointed to the chocolate chips on the counter. “Can I…?”

Marinette nodded easily enough, figuring that he was going to use them to visually show addition, subtraction… maybe even multiplication or division, if the kid had even advanced that far in his studies. He would count out the chocolate chips and put them in neat, orderly rows, and probably eat a few but it would be fine because it was Hanukkah and the kid would feel fulfilled in the fact that he had ‘helped’.

Damian grabbed a fistful of chocolate and shoved it into his mouth unceremoniously.

And then the kid started explaining quantum physics to her, still snacking away on chocolate chips.

~

They all almost dared to think that Alfred and Marinette had gotten over their mini rivalry. There had been no arguing sounds coming from the kitchen (only, strangely, the sound of learning), so there couldn’t have been any competition this time. This thought was only confirmed by the fact that no foods were presented to them with the question of ‘which is better’. They were in the clear.

But then.

Bernard squinted at Marinette. “You’re acting weird.”

She blinked. “Hm?”

“You’re… watching us eat.”

Marinette gave him a confused little frown, but Tim knew her well enough to know that when she was actually confused she was more liable to blink, her brain taking the moment where her eyes were closed to process what was throwing her off without any distractions.

“Code red,” Tim said.

Several forks clattered onto plates as everyone immediately abandoned their food. Except for Steph, who was looking at them all like they were crazy, a roll halfway to her mouth.

Marinette smirked at Alfred. “I win,” she said. Because, as one of the few people who weren’t aware of their rivalry, and the only newcomer wary enough of the fact that everyone had stopped eating to abandon their food as well, had chosen a bread roll she had made.

Alfred huffed. Which was basically his equivalent of screaming and cursing.

“... can someone fill me in?” Steph asked.

Bruce sighed, rubbing the space between his brows. “Anyone up for Asian takeout?”

Everyone raised their hands.

Steph only looked more confused by this, but then she seemed to realize that this would mean she got to keep all of the leftovers and immediately nodded along.

~

Damian looked up at Jason, almost offended. “Why are you small?”

Jason didn’t know how to respond to that. He leaned to whisper in Marinette’s ear. “Does he know what malnutrition is?”

“Absolutely not, and you’re not going to teach him about it, either,” she hissed right back.

Jason nodded slowly. He looked back at Damian. “I’m one of Santa’s elves.”

“Dad says that Santa isn’t real, but we’re not supposed to tell anyone,” Damian said. And then he gasped and slapped his hands over his mouth. “Oh no.”

~

“You guys really do look alike,” Jason mused. “I’m surprised Damian can tell you two apart.”

“Oh, he can’t, he just goes by our outfits and hair,” said Worse!Tim.

“Oh.”

“It’s better than Mari,” Tim said, grinning when she immediately turned red. “The only reason we found each other was because she mistook him for me. I’m surprised she hasn’t tried to kiss him on accident yet.”

“I’m going to divorce you.”

“Make that joke enough and I’ll actually start to believe it,” Tim pretended to sniffle, before leaning to press a kiss to her cheek.

She stuck her tongue out at him.

He returned the gesture.

“God, they’re gross,” Jason stage-whispered to Steph.

“They’re usually worse,” she sighed.

“I don’t think they’re that bad,” said Worse!Tim.

“That’s because you and Bernard are just as awful.”

Bernard sputtered. “Hey? Why am I getting dragged into this?”

~

Damian was the baby of the family. Quite literally, seeing as he was very young in comparison to everyone else, who was of college age or above.

And one might assume that he would be annoyed by this, his pride not allowing them to treat him in such a way, he was a big man after all! Six years old!

However, (during the holidays, at least) he welcomed the treatment with open arms. Because said open arms would be filled with presents.

Dick sighed. “You’re spoiling him.”

“You were literally raised by a billionaire,” said Marinette.

Dick huffed, but then it was revealed that he couldn’t really talk because he got Damian designer shoes.

“He’s going to ruin those so fast,” said Tim.

“I’ll buy him more, then.”

“But we’re spoiling him,” Marinette snarked.

“I’m the cool uncle!” Dick argued. “I’m supposed to spoil him.”

“... I’m the cool uncle,” Jason said.

“Excuse me?” said Bernard.

“You’re not married in,” Jason pointed out the distinct lack of a wedding ring on the man’s finger.

“And Marinette hasn’t allowed herself to be adopted, which means I’m the only uncle he has, therefore the cool one by default,” Jimothy pointed out.

“Boys,” Bruce cut in. “You can all be cool uncles.”

They were all quiet for a moment.

“No, they can’t,” Jimothy decided.

The argument started up again, but everyone was laughing, and even Bruce didn’t seem to mind it all, even as he was dragged into the debate over whether Jason or Dick was ‘the cooler one’.

Tim poked Damian’s shoulder. “You can fix this, you know. Just say you think they’re all cool.”

“No. Less presents that way,” Damian decided.

Tim cooed over his ‘manipulative little guy’, ruffling his hair and handing him yet another present.

The others were still debating over who was the best in the background, but whatever.

“Not going to jump in?” Marinette asked Steph.

“Please. I’m the wine aunt.”

“You don’t drink.”

“I do in spirit.”

Marinette squinted at her, wondering whether the pun had been intentional, before sighing and deciding that arguing the point wasn’t worth it.

~

As they lit the final candle, Tim found himself smiling. Not only because of the tradition itself, or even because he was surrounded by so many people he cared about, but because his plan was working. Bruce and Dick hadn’t genuinely fought once, too distracted by the sheer size of the group and their accompanying shenanigans. Jason seemed more relaxed, too, now that the holidays didn’t necessarily mean dealing with people yelling at each other over the table.

Mission success!

Tim needed a nap.

~

Marinette pressed against her boyfriend’s side, watching as Damian played tug-of-war with Frank. Frank was definitely going easy on him, but he didn’t need to know that.

“You know…”  she turned to bury her face in his neck. “I wouldn’t mind actually getting married one day…”

Tim’s breath stuttered. He dragged her head out of hiding to look her in the eyes. “Really?”

She glanced away, giggling nervously. “Uh, yeah, I mean obviously we have to wait until we can get our friends and family back home to come, so we have a lot of time to consider –.”

She was cut off when he tugged her in for a kiss.

She melted a little, her anxiety fading away when she realized that he was smiling against her lips.

“I would love to,” he breathed.

She flushed. “Well, I love you.”

He rolled his eyes just slightly at her immediate need to one-up him, but his chuckle was nothing but fond and the hands cupping her face were perfectly warm.

“I love you, too.”

~~~~~

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[sukimas]

How do you make it in STEM? Like how do you just get stuff done? I'm stressing out.

Amphetamines and autism.

But sometimes, frankly, I don’t get stuff done. Sometimes it’s negotiable- you can ask for deadline extensions- and sometimes it’s not, which is why I’m not giving any talks this fall. It’s important to learn which things are the most important to you. For example, is homework really important for you to gain knowledge? Is structured studying? Do you want to go to grad school or into industry? Different steps need to be taken for each path. There are some people who seem like they can do everything, but really, nobody can; the most important thing to learn is what you want to do and what your priorities are.

(I’m assuming here that you’re around university age; if you’re older and on the job market or in industry I don’t have that much advice for you, you know better than I. And if you’re younger then my advice is different.)

If there’s anything in particular you’re struggling with, it might help to zero in on that if you want more helpful advice. But I can’t make you into me; I have a fundamental and abnormal obsession with quantum physics and have since age 8. I love what I do, even when it’s difficult. It’s hard for me to advise someone that doesn’t.

Do get yourself checked for ADHD if you can, though. 1/10th of the population’s got it, roughly, and if you’re having a really hard time getting things done, you might be one of that lucky (?) 10%.

[personal-blog243]

The “sex eduction” that parents think their kids are too fucking stupid to understand as if it’s quantum physics or something….

. Penis can go in hole if both parties want to. Most of the time it feels good and stuff comes out that can potentially fertilize an egg to make a baby.

What ACTUAL sex education can/should include which is why it can be considered a separate class in most schools..

. How to recognize/prevent misogyny and sexual objectification. How to assert/respect boundaries to prevent sexual harassment. How to talk about sex in a way that is mature and respectful of women.

. ALL of the medical complications that can come with pregnancy and any potential complications related to reproductive/menstrual health. ALL of the potential reproductive health issues that males can have as well. This can also be covered in biology, gynecology, and urology classes.

. Information about what different STD’s are and treatment options. Statistics about the effectiveness level of condoms to prevent infections and vaccine options and other preventative medicines.

. The responsibilities of caring for a baby. Formula vs breast feeding, etc. getting comfortable changing a diaper, recognizing symptoms of various health issues in a baby. When they get older you will be driving them to exra curricular activities, helping with homework, teaching them to drive, get them ready for college, etc.

Are any moms reading this? What are some things you wish you had learned in a classroom setting about pregnancy or childcare?

[gavin-blogs-on-physics]

Unlocking Success: 5 Websites That Will Help You Ace Your Physics Assignment

Struggling with your physics assignments? Feeling overwhelmed with complex concepts and equations? Look no further! In this blog post, we'll explore five websites that can be your go-to resources for mastering physics assignments. Whether you need exam preparation, homework help, or a deeper understanding of challenging topics, these platforms have got you covered. And if you're specifically searching for Help with Physics Assignments, you're in the right place.

PhysicsAssignmentHelp.com: Your Ultimate Destination

When it comes to excelling in physics assignments, PhysicsAssignmentHelp.com stands out as a reliable and comprehensive resource. With a user-friendly interface and a team of experienced tutors, this website is dedicated to providing top-notch assistance to students struggling with physics concepts. The platform covers a wide range of topics, from classical mechanics to quantum physics, ensuring that students at all levels find the support they need. If you're looking for a one-stop solution to your physics assignment challenges, PhysicsAssignmentHelp.com is the key to unlocking your academic success.

Assignmentpedia: A Hub of Expertise

Assignmentpedia is another stellar platform that caters to students seeking help with physics assignments. Boasting a team of seasoned experts, this website ensures that your physics queries are met with precise and insightful solutions. The experts at Assignmentpedia are well-versed in various branches of physics, making them adept at handling assignments of any complexity. Whether you're grappling with theoretical concepts or practical problem-solving, Assignmentpedia is your partner in conquering physics assignments.

EduAssignmentHelp: Elevate Your Physics Knowledge

EduAssignmentHelp emerges as a valuable resource for students looking to elevate their understanding of physics assignments. The website offers a diverse range of services, including personalized tutoring, assignment assistance, and exam preparation. EduAssignmentHelp's team of tutors comprises individuals with advanced degrees in physics, ensuring that you receive guidance from experts in the field. This platform is not just about providing answers; it's about fostering a deep comprehension of physics concepts, empowering you to tackle assignments with confidence.

TakeMyClassCourse: Bridging the Gap

TakeMyClassCourse is a unique platform that goes beyond conventional tutoring services. Specializing in online courses, this website provides interactive learning experiences that can significantly impact your physics assignment performance. The courses are designed to cater to different learning styles, ensuring that students grasp complex concepts effectively. TakeMyClassCourse not only helps you understand physics better but also equips you with the skills needed to excel in assignments and exams. If you're looking for a dynamic and engaging approach to physics education, TakeMyClassCourse is the answer.

TheAssignmentHelper: Your Personalized Physics Guide

TheAssignmentHelper is a platform that understands the individualized nature of learning. Recognizing that each student has unique challenges and strengths, this website offers personalized physics assignment assistance. Whether you need help with a specific topic or comprehensive support throughout the semester, TheAssignmentHelper tailors its services to meet your specific needs. The platform's commitment to personalized learning ensures that you receive targeted guidance, ultimately leading to improved performance in your physics assignments.

Conclusion:

Navigating the complexities of physics assignments doesn't have to be a daunting task. With the right resources at your disposal, you can not only conquer challenging concepts but also develop a strong foundation in physics. PhysicsAssignmentHelp.com, Assignmentpedia, EduAssignmentHelp, TakeMyClassCourse, and TheAssignmentHelper are five websites that stand out in the realm of physics assistance. Each platform brings a unique set of strengths to the table, ensuring that you have a variety of options to choose from based on your learning preferences and needs.

So, if you find yourself in need of expert guidance and support for your physics assignments, don't hesitate to explore these websites. Remember, success in physics is within your reach, and with the right help, you can confidently ace your assignments and excel in your academic journey.

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Mastering the Mysteries of Physics: How the Right Tutor Makes a Difference

Physics is one of those subjects that beautifully explains the natural world but often leaves students scratching their heads. From Newton’s laws to quantum mechanics, understanding physics requires more than just reading a textbook. It demands clarity, real-life applications, and most importantly, the right guidance. This is where the power of personalized instruction shines.

Every student learns differently, and the classroom setting doesn’t always accommodate those individual needs. Many students struggle with physics not because they lack intelligence, but because they lack support tailored to their unique learning style. This is where physics tutoring becomes essential. A good tutor doesn’t just help with homework — they break down concepts, simplify problems, and build confidence in students who feel lost in equations and theories.

What makes a tutor effective? It’s not just about knowing physics inside and out. It’s about communication, patience, and the ability to connect complex topics to things students already understand. A great tutor will use analogies, visuals, and even humor to make the learning process engaging. They track progress, adjust teaching methods, and celebrate small wins — which can be powerful for a student’s motivation.

Online tutoring has also made access to quality instruction easier than ever. Whether a student needs help with high school mechanics or college-level electromagnetism, they can now connect with qualified experts from the comfort of their home. Flexibility in scheduling, personalized lesson plans, and instant feedback are just a few benefits students enjoy through virtual sessions.

Parents also find peace of mind when their child is paired with the right tutor. Watching their child grow in confidence, participate more in class, and even start to enjoy the subject can be deeply rewarding. This transformation often begins with just one decision — to seek help when it's needed.

There’s also a long-term benefit that comes from working with physics tutors . Beyond grades and tests, students begin to develop problem-solving skills, analytical thinking, and a mindset that embraces challenges. These are valuable traits not just for academic success, but for life in general. A good tutor doesn’t just help a student pass; they help them thrive.

In conclusion, physics can be an exciting subject when taught the right way. Whether a student is preparing for exams, struggling with concepts, or aiming for top scores, finding the right support can change everything. With the help of dedicated tutors, the mysteries of physics no longer have to feel out of reach — they become opportunities to grow, explore, and succeed.

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Top Ways Students Can Use Yatter for Smarter Study Sessions

Introduction

Education is evolving, and with the rise of Artificial Intelligence (AI), students are discovering innovative tools to make their study sessions smarter and more effective. Among these tools, Yatter, an advanced AI chatbot, stands out as a versatile assistant. Whether it’s simplifying lengthy content, conducting research, or solving homework problems, Yatter helps students stay ahead in their academic journey.

Let’s explore how Yatter’s unique features, powered by AI chatbot, can transform your study routine into a productive and enjoyable experience.

1. Simplified Summarizing with ai chatbot

Long textbooks, research papers, and detailed class notes can be overwhelming, especially when exams are around the corner. Yatter’s summarizing feature makes tackling large volumes of information a breeze.

By uploading documents, PDFs, or sections of textbooks, students can quickly generate concise summaries that focus on the key points. This saves time and ensures a better understanding of the most important concepts.

For instance, if you have a dense 30-page article to review, Yatter condenses it into actionable insights, highlighting crucial data without losing the essence of the content. It’s an invaluable tool for exam prep and last-minute revisions.

2. Research Made Easy with Image Detection and Diagrams

Research projects often involve analyzing diagrams, charts, and notes tasks that can be both time-consuming and complex. Yatter’s image detection feature simplifies this process by extracting valuable information directly from images.

Imagine taking a picture of a biology diagram, a historical timeline, or a chemistry equation during a lecture. Upload the image to Yatter, and it will provide a detailed explanation or text conversion, enabling you to focus on comprehension instead of manual transcription.

For students who capture slides or handwritten notes during classes, this feature ensures they can revisit and understand the material with minimal effort, turning visuals into insightful learning tools.

3. Voice Notes for Efficient Learning

In today’s fast-paced academic environment, students often need to multitask. Yatter’s voice chat feature is perfect for capturing ideas, questions, or discussions on the go.

Students can dictate thoughts directly to Yatter, which not only transcribes them but also provides intelligent responses. Whether brainstorming for a group project or recording important lecture points, Yatter organizes these notes into coherent and actionable text.

For instance, during a brainstorming session, you can voice-record your key points, and Yatter will structure them into a logical format. It’s a game-changer for students managing multiple assignments or ideas simultaneously.

4. Contextual Mindful Chats for Deep Learning

One of Yatter’s most impressive features is its ability to retain context across conversations, making it an ideal tool for deep and sustained learning. Unlike traditional chatbots that provide one-off answers, Yatter understands the flow of your discussions and builds on them.

For example, if you’re studying a challenging topic like quantum physics or analyzing a piece of literature, Yatter helps by breaking the subject into manageable steps. Over multiple interactions, it remembers your progress, ensuring continuity and fostering a better grasp of complex concepts.

This feature is particularly valuable for subjects requiring iterative learning, such as solving mathematical problems or writing analytical essays. Yatter’s conversational AI ensures you learn at your own pace while staying engaged.

5. Multilingual Learning Support

Learning a new language can be daunting, but Yatter simplifies the process with its multilingual support. Whether you’re translating phrases, practicing conversations, or learning vocabulary, Yatter acts as a personal language tutor.

For example, if you’re preparing for a French exam, you can ask Yatter to explain verb conjugations, translate text, or even help you practice pronunciation. It’s also an excellent tool for students studying abroad or working on assignments in a second language, bridging gaps in communication and understanding.

With Yatter’s assistance, mastering a foreign language becomes an enjoyable and interactive experience.

6. Instant Homework Assistance

Homework often poses challenges, from tight deadlines to difficult questions. Yatter’s instant homework assistance ensures students never feel stuck or overwhelmed.

Instead of providing generic answers, Yatter explains the logic and reasoning behind solutions, enhancing understanding and retention. For example, if you’re solving a trigonometry equation, Yatter walks you through each step, helping you grasp the methodology while completing the task.

Whether it’s history, science, or mathematics, Yatter provides tailored assistance that improves both task completion and conceptual clarity. It’s like having a tutor available anytime you need help.

Conclusion

Yatter is more than just an AI chatbot it’s a powerful academic partner designed to make learning smarter and more efficient. From summarizing complex texts to enabling multilingual learning, conducting research, and providing contextual support, Yatter empowers students to excel in their studies.By incorporating Yatter into your study routine, you can save time, reduce stress, and focus on mastering the subjects that matter most. Ready to revolutionize the way you study? Explore Yatter today and experience the transformative power of AI chatbot in education!