#assignment 1b

[iron-niffler]

opening up a two question assignment hoping for something quick and easy because my god do I need that only to be hit with the "1) a) i)" 😭

[letsdosciencetoit]

WIP - BuckTommy 5+1 - Part 6c

Let me add another 1000+ words to this simple 5+1 fic. It's got to be over at some point, right?

Five times the 118 worries about telling Buck that Tommy got married and one time they realized they didn't have to.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 +1 a +1b

+1 - Hen

The Wilson family is next to arrive, followed closely by Athene and Harry.  It’s a beautiful day, only slightly overcast, and people start to follow the noise and let themselves into the backyard.

Mara immediately makes a bee-line to where Jee is playing with a puppy.  Harry tries to play it more nonchalant, but as soon as he falls in step with Denny the two boys take off, racing each other to the pen. 

Hen shares a fond look with Karen, thinking back to Paisley.  She wonders if they might want to get another dog, but also wonders what the hell Buck is doing with one.  It can’t be easy to deal with a puppy  as a single man with their schedules.  Karen narrows her eyes, clearly seeing what Hen is thinking, so Hen drops the thought.  The point is to reconnect with Buck, not question his choices.

Hen heads over to give Athena a hug as she takes in more people arriving.  May arrives next, with Ravi close on her heels carrying bags of ice.  Hen watches Ravi let himself right into the house from the backyard, apparently comfortable enough with the layout to know where he’s going.

She’s about to follow him when she spots a familiar face arriving; someone she hasn’t seen in a very long while.

“Sal Deluca, as I live and breathe!” Hen calls out. “I didn’t realize you knew Buck.”

Sal pauses to say something to the beautiful woman he’s arrived with. There are two kids with him as well, probably around the same age as Mara.  They take off to the pen with the puppy as well before Sal and his partner approach Hen. Sal offers her a wide smile.  “Henrietta Wilson, it’s been too long!” he booms out before enveloping her in a surprisingly strong hug. Hen freezes and shoots Karen a look expressing how much she had not expected this.

Sal pulls back and puts his hand on the small of his partner’s back. 

“Hen, this is my wife Gina.  You might have met her briefly before I left the 118.”  Sal pauses, his expression turning somber.  “I’m sorry about Captain Nash.  We didn’t see eye to eye, but he was a good man, and world is lesser for his loss.”

“Um… thanks,” Hen responds.  She had not been prepared for this encounter, and her brain is taking longer to catch up than she would have liked.

She’s saved by Karen stepping in beside her and reaching a hand across in introduction.  “I’m Hen’s wife, Karen.  We would have met briefly, years ago.  How do you guys know Buck?”

Sal’s wide grin is back, and Gina smiles as well. “Buckley is one of my firefighters at the 122 now. I had to fight tooth and nail to get him assigned to my shift when he put in for a transfer.  That man was a hot commodity when the transfer hit the chief’s desk.”

“I can believe it,” Hen agreed.  “We’re definitely feeling his absence at the 118.  He left very big shoes to fill.”

And that’s the truth of it.  Hen had always seen Buck as a trouble-making little brother, but to those outside the family he was extremely competent and demonstrated remarkable ingenuity in the field.

Sal gets pulled away as more people arrive from the 122. Hen recognized a few of them in passing from calls. The backyard is starting to get more crowded. She catches more familiar faces moving about the yard. 

She sees Philip and Margaret Buckley standing huddled together watching Jee play,, and Hen is surprised Buck would have invited them to his housewarming.  Then again, she’s been surprised by a lot of the changes Buck’s made recently.

The one person she hasn’t spotted since they arrived was Buck.  It’s unexpected, since it’s his party.  Hen catches Karen’s eyes where she’s chatting with Josh and Linda by a table set up with finger foods.  Hen motions that she’s heading to the house to look for their errant host.

She spots him in the kitchen on the phone and pacing.  His hair looks dishevelled, like he’s been running his hands through it. 

Buck catches sight of her, and smiles. It’s bright, and reaching his eyes, and Hen forgot how much she missed seeing it on him. 

Buck ends his call, and comes over to to give her a hug.  “Hen! I’m so glad you guys made it.”

“Of course, Buck.”  Hen said, tilting her head to the side and offering him a soft smile.  “I’m sorry if I ever did anything that made you feel like we wouldn’t be here for you.”

“Hen, it’s okay,” Buck said softly, ready to excuse her behaviour, but Hen didn’t want to get off easy.

“Buck, it’s not okay,” Hen shot back.  “I wasn’t there for you after Bobby’s… after what happened to Bobby.  I can see now you were trying to hold us all together, but I didn’t stop to make sure you were okay.  I’m sorry for that, and I’m happy you seem to have found people to have your back.  Sal had some good things to say about you.”

“I forgot you would have known Sal back in the day,” Buck said, ducking his head to hid his cheeks flushing.  “But Hen, I meant what I said.  It’s okay.  You were grieving, too, and it wasn’t your job to manage my grief on top of your own.”

“I know that, Buck, but we could have sat in it together.  I was so wrapped up in my own life that I didn’t think check and make sure you had someone helping you manage.”  Hen paused, steeling herself before she continued.  “To be honest, I thought you had Eddie.”

Buck let out a wet chuckle, and Hen realized his eyes were welling up.  “Yeah, I kind of thought that too.  Turns out, not so much.”

“What happened there?” Hen asked, curiosity getting the better of her.  She never thought she would have seen a time when Buck and Eddie weren’t tight.

Buck offered her a wry smile.  “Eddie and I just had very different ways of processing our grief, and it turns out they weren’t very compatible.”

Hen wrapped an arm around Buck’s shoulder pulling him tight to her.  “I can’t picture a world where you an Eddie don’t have each other’s backs.  It might take a little time, but I know you guys will make it right.”

Buck shrugged against her.  “For the longest time, I thought the 118 was my only shot at family. It was the only place I ever felt like I belonged.  When everything else was a mess, I knew where I stood.”

Buck trailed off, and Hen finished for him.  “And the Bobby died, and it pulled the rug out from under you.”

“That’s one way to put it.”  Buck huffed out a laugh, but his expression was serious when he continued.  “You guys all turned to your person.  You and Karen, Chimney and Maddie, Eddie has Chris and his family.  And I was on the outside.  It kind of put things into perspective for me.”

“You’re allowed to grow, Buck.  None of us are going to hold it against you. I’m just happy you’re willing to share the new you with us.”

Buck smiled at her.  “I’m glad you wanted to be here.”

Hen pulled away and punched him in the arm. “New station, new house, new puppy.  Any other changes you’re going to spring on us?”

“Hey, Buck!” Ravi poked his into the house.  “People are starting to get restless.  We waiting on anyone else?”

Buck checked his watch. “Just Eddie.  You want to head him off and make sure they come through the house?”

“Sure thing, Buck. I’ll tell the other’s you guys will be out soon!”

Hen gave Buck a side eye.  “You really think that’s necessary?”

Buck shrugged, offering her a boyish grin.  “Just a precaution.  You’ll see.”

Next part

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[importantstudentbusinessspy-blog]

Hey, neighbor

Masterlist

Pairing: Jason Todd x (f) Reader

Tags: mystery, eventual smut, pwp, incorrect science (im so sorry to women in S.T.EM.), morally ambiguous Jason Todd, neighbors, nerdy reader, smoking

Chapter 1: Jason is assigned to investigate the cute grad student in the apartment below his.

Jason sat by the open window of his kitchen, two guns disassembled before him on a worn-out cloth, the room filled with the scent of oil and cigarette smoke. His shirt was long discarded on the chair beside the one on which he sat as the unreliable apartment AC sputtered and groaned, a constant reminder of the summer heat.

His fingers moved deftly to reassemble the weapon. ACDC blasting from his phone on the windowsill, the music helping him focus amidst the noise of the neighborhood. But the sounds of laughter and the thud of a soccer ball periodically interrupted his concentration. Some kids were playing a game on the street.

As he glanced at the game, a familiar figure caught his attention. The girl from 1B, the apartment below his, made her way up the street up to their building.

He took a drag from his cigarette and watched as you chatted away on the phone, oblivious to the looks you got in your preppy skirt and tucked in V that accentuated your figure and proudly showed your cleavage. Barbara may have given him a boring assignment, but you sure looked a whole lot of fun. At the very least, he could enjoy the view on his investigation.

"Yeah, it's a nightmare," he heard you complain to your phone when you were just at the entrance door to the building. "The subway's been shut down every day this week... I keep having to walk all the way home from the research center in thirty degree weather. Oh well, at least I'm getting my steps in."

Two of the kids abandoned the game and ran up to you before you could unlock the front door. Jason could hear as they bombarded you with questions about your experiments. You told the person on your call that youll text them before you hung up.

Then, you enthusiastically began explaining your work to the kids in an animated manner, mentioning elements and scientific terms, talking about chemical reactions as if you were narrating a bedtime story. The kids listened with rapt attention, nodding as if they understood every word.

Jason couldn't help but chuckle to himself, finding it amusing how you were explaining complex concepts to children, and they hung on to every word. The kids inquired eagerly if you had any samples for them.

You reached into your bag, extracted a vial, read the label, and then froze, right before hiding it out of the view of the kids.

Jason let out a puff of smoke and narrowed his eyes. That wasn't a usual reaction to a harmless substance.

You recovered quickly, informing the kids that the vial in your hand wasn't the "good" one. After a moment of rummaging through your container, you took out another vial, read the label, and then handed it to the kids, who cheered with delight.

"What does it do?" one of them asked.

"Pour some salt into it and see. Not too much though, a pinch is good." You winked.

"Awesome!" The second kid exclaimed.

You beamed at their enthusiasm. Jason found himself grinning, momentarily forgetting about his gun. But his amusement quickly died as he caught a glimpse of the symbol on the vial you clutched in your hand. Poison Ivy. Barbara's intel was right.

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Exhausted from his patrol, Jason parked his motorcycle and climbed off, the engine's growl fading out. As he approached your building steps, his keen senses caught a low whisper drifting from the porch. You sat with your neighbor Melody, engaged in a hushed conversation. You often sat with her on the porch on the days when her husband worked the late shift. The two of you sipping wine from coffee cups in a fun tradition.

Jason's footsteps barely made a sound as he climbed up the steps, overhearing Melody’s animated voice praising his handsome features and enigmatic aura. You reciprocated, painting a vivid picture of his muscles, tattoos, and piercings. A grin tugged at the corner of Jason's pierced lips as he absorbed the words, silently revelling in the compliments.

He cleared his throat once he reached the steps you two were sat on.

Melody’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she quipped, "You're out past your bedtime, hun." She extended her cigarette to him.

He eyed it and then accepted. Tossing the stick in his mouth, before lowering himself towards her held up lighter, he gave her a glazing look, his blue eyes burning in the setting sun as he inhaled from the stick, then he stood back up and leaned against the railing.

As the smoke curled in the air, Jason turned his attention to you. “How's school going?”

You realized you'd been staring. Blinking and trying to recall his question, you felt as though it was off hearing his voice. Jason was nice enough, you guessed, if a bit of a tease at times, but he'd mostly kept to himself. At least, that was your perception of him since he moved into your run-down building on the outskirts of gotham a month ago. "... uhh pretty good. Thanks for asking.”

"Shame about those subway closures, though, huh.” He offered a charming grin when he tilted his head.

"Oh, tell me about it." You rolled your eyes at the reminder. "This city... i swear. Do the closures cause you much trouble?”

He shook his head and gestured to his bike. "Nah, got my bike to help with that shit."

You followed his gaze to the impressive vehicle leaning against the wall. "Cool," you said out loud without meaning to.

"Let me know if you ever need a ride."

That caught your attention, making you turn back to him. The thought of riding on his bike had your heart fluttering, and you caught your friend's gaze beside you as you bit your lip, turning back to Jason, whose brooding gaze zeroed in on your mouth. You tried not to let it distract you. "How about tomorrow? I got to present my thesis at 8 am. Can't be late, and it would help a ton."

Melody stood up. “Well I should go, you two have fun.” She winked at you over her shoulder.

You made a move to leave as well, but Jason's hand on yours halted you. His grip was firm as he leaned in, his tone low. "Meet me here tomorrow at seve forty five." he asked, his hooded eyes gazing into yours.

Your pulse quickened at his closeness, and his voice in your ear sent goosebumps along your skin.

You finally found your voice again. "T- the commute is usually around forty minutes." Refering to his propositioned meeting time.

The corner of his lips twitched, and his tongue brushed against his sharp canine. "You've never ridden a bike before, have you?"

Your cheeks turned red. "No."

"Tomorrow, I'll show you what real speed is."

You looked up at him and swallowed. The words sounding both threatening and exciting. "Okay,"

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He was right about speed. As you held on to Jason, you felt the hum of the engine as he excelarated on the road, passing vehicles on his way. You were scared at first, breathing quickly under your helmet. You were pretty sure you gripped creases onto his jacket. But then that fear gave way to excitement.

Not only were you going one fifty within city limits, but you were doing so while sitting right behind Jason. He steered with such nonchalance, the smell of his ocean cologne invading your senses as his large frame steered in front of you. His confidence was so hot, you had to adjust yourself on the seat a couple times, regretting your decision to wear your checkered skirt as the only thing standing between the vibrating seat and your pussy were your thin panties.

You've finally reached the center, and he parked his bike, getting off first as you sat back, propping yourself by holding the seat behind you. He then reached for you, hads grabbing your waist, and lifted you with ease before placing you on the ground.

"Come on," he removed his helmet, revealing the perfectly messy hair and chiseled face under it. He removed yours next, slightly brushing your hair with his hands as well. "I'll walk you in."

When you scamned your card at the door, he put his hand on your hip, steering you inside, his fingers brushing you on the spot gently.

"Nice place," he commented pursing his lips in an impressed expression when you two were inside. Students and fsfukty were rushing around you, occasionally a curious eye looked Jason up and down. "Is that were you work? He gentured towards a large door at the end of the hall.

"No, im on the fourth floor." You explained.

"Hmm,"

"Thanks so much, Jason." You grinned at him once you were inside. "I owe you one."

He shook his head. "I'll think of a way you could make it up to me."

You swallowed as your mind filled with images of you doing just that. Mostly on your knees. You shook your head. "Well, I should go." You tightened your hold on the straps of your bag.

He winked at you. "Knock 'em dead."

You couldn't help the involuntary giggle. "I'll do my best."

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Jason pulled up to the research center at midnight. He scanned your card against the sensor, and the entrance door let out a beep, letting him pull it and enter with ease.

He passed by the few working students and faculty and casually strode up to the fourth floor, checking every door to find the one he was looking for. The one belonging to you.

When he finally landed on the correct door and walked in, he heard his phone ring and tapped on his headphones to pick up as he studied your work desk.

"So, Jay," Roy Harper spoke in his ear, "About time we hit the streets again."

Standing amidst the small and tidy space of your desk, Jason surveyed the room, noting the orderliness that seemed to mirror the girl who inhabited it. His gaze roamed over lab tools and equipment, finally settling on the vial that he recognized from the other day. Memories of the haunted expression you held when you accidentally almost gave it to the neighborhood kids resurfaced.

Jason held up the vial to study its content and confirm his suspicions about the label. "Miss me already, Harper?"

As Roy went on, Jason recalled the articles and social media profiles that appeared on the screen when he looked you up. You were from the suburbs. Your parents were serving time for robberies in their county jail.

Framed pictures adorned your desk, capturing moments with friends and colleagues. Amidst the cheerful snapshots, there were no family pictures. Though that wasn't uncommon in offices. He continued his exploration, venturing into your desk cupboards, where medals, certificates, and awards adorned - accomplishments in science.

“What a smart girl," he cooed to himself, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Roy's voice interrupted his thoughts, snapping him back to the present. "Jason, are you even listening?"

Jason blinked, refocusing on the call. "Yeah, yeah, I'm here."

Roy chuckled. "You're doing it again, aren't you?” He sighed. “You, with your detective shit. I swear to god..."

Jason grinned sheepishly. His gaze fell upon a particular photo. You stood beside an older woman, likely your professor, holding an award. The picture looked recent, raising questions that echoed in his mind. He'd have to start with her.

Roy groaned, but there was no real irritation in his voice. "Listen, I'm sending you a rendezvous point in the city. Meet me there in an hour?"

Jason nodded, his phone pinging and the screen brightening with the address. He took out his phone and snapped a picture of you with your professor. "I'll be there."

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In the dimly lit study of Wayne Manor, Jason handed the vial over to Bruce Wayne, who examined it with a furrowed brow.

"Babs' intel was right," Jason crossed his arms. Dick Grayson stood nearby, his arms crossed, curiosity etched on his face.

Bruce scanned the vial, his fingers deftly manipulating it. "That's not Ivy's toxin. It looks similar, but not viscos enough. I need to bring this to the lab," he concluded and held the glass container out to Dick.

"Hurry, I'll need to return it before she comes back tomorrow." Jason informed.

Dick handed the vial back to Bruce and turned his attention to Jason, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "So, Jay, did she use the pheromones on you?" he quipped, his tone teasing.

Jason arched an eyebrow, a cocky smile playing on his lips. "She's more your style, Grayson. Im not into nerdys,"

Dick chuckled, holding up the vial. "The nerdy ones end up being the most fun!" he retorted, insinuating a connection between you and Poison Ivy.

Bruce handed the vial to Alfred to analyze in the lab and redirected their attention to the matter at hand. "Focus," he interjected, his tone firm. "We need to find out Ivy's whereabouts and her potential connection to this girl. I'll go to arkam tonight. You, too, are on patrol. Jason, keep an eye on her."

Jason mock saluted his adoptive father. "Yes, sir,"

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Once the lab analysis came in and the vial had been returned to your work desk, Dick and Jason were back in Jason's apartment; each nursing a beer even though it was only noon.

Dick scrolled on his laptop, typing away at locations for possible patrol when he snapped the computer shut. "Alright, come on. Old man’s not here, you can tell me, are you more interested in this job. Or this girl?" He raised a brow.

Jason knew you had been home early today after checking out the schedule pinned on your wall yesterday. He also knew that your window was open and it was below his, and he could definitely hear your humming while you did some task.

"Who? y/n?" He said a little louder than necessary. He noticed the humming had stopped. Dick noticed it too, raising his brow at his adopted brother.

Feeling a bit bold, he sat up and turned towards his brother. "She's a cute girl. Likes to wear neat button-up shirts, neatly tucked into her preppy little skirts when she goes to study."

He strained to hear you. You weren't making a sound. "And when she walks home in the heat, the sweat makes her clothes stick onto her body..."

"Oh yeah?" Dick asked, catching on to what Jason was doing as he eyed the window.

"Ill admit, dude, she has a nice fucking body." Jason groaned on purpose.

"What else is nice about her?"

"Well, she always comes back from the library with some cheap, dumb looking romance novels so that she could fantasize when she's alone, and she thinks nobody can hear -"

An object fell from somewhwere beneath the open window, followed by a feminine gasp.

Dick grined. "That's very nice... go on"

Jason shrugged, feeling as though he had his fun. He strained his ears to pick up any more noise or reactions from your window. When he didn't, he shrugged it off, turning back to his brother and speaking in his inside voice. "Well... she's a good kid. She plays it kinda safe. Not really my type, I guess."

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That evening, Jason was going up the stairs to his apartment, about to change for patrol. He heard clicks coming from the second floor and turned his head to see who it was. He nearly froze on the spot when he saw you make your way to the steps.

You were in high heel leather stilettos, which made you almost come up to his nose, though you were on the highest step, and he was one below. A short red velvet dress sat on your dancer physique, with long sleeves and a dip in the front that showed off your choker of the same color. Your hair was up in a ponytail, with small curls falling down each side to frame your face. You wore red lipstick, glossed over, and made you look so kissable. Jason realised he must have been staring. He cleared his throat. "Nice dress."

You rolled your eyes. "Can you please move?"

"Are you mad at me?" He didn't get out of the way, though.

"No," you shrugged, remembering his words earlier today. "Plays is too safe." "Not my type," whatever. Like you cares what he thought of you. You did, though.

"Oh yeah? Well, where are you going dressed like that?" He pressed.

"Somewhere fun.” You snapped at him. “Get out of my way, Jason." You shoved past him.

He smirked to himself, deciding his evening was all booked up. Because there was no way he was going to let you put yourself in danger on the way to fun just to spite him for his dumb big mouth.

[liteyagummy]

𝖰𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 2

TW: yandere behavior, cnc, r4pe, abductor and captor, (the characters are aged up let’s just act like they stayed in dorms so everyone is around 19-20) NSFW

ignore any typos please and thank you, this is one of the longer ones so sit back and grab a snack ||fem reader nothing specified but gender and quirk

(let me know if you enjoy longer or shorter stories!)

your palms sweat as you’re nervous to walk back inside the classroom after weeks.. no MONTHS of absence.. you were unaware of all the cover ups kirishima had dished out you closed your eyes and sighed walking in the class just having a moment to discuss what Aizawa had just told them for todays lesson

Kiri right behind you, he was never going to let you guys sneak around and hide your relationship.. even before he was very open with his friends about how he felt about you just clearly never told him the plan of KIDNAPPING but.. nonetheless, your friends instantly bolted up to you, Jiro, hagakure, and midorya along with other but you weren’t too close to class A even though you transferred in your friends were mainly in class 1B but 1A was very nice to you still

“hey y/n how was your work study!” midorya said with his notebook out with a pen behind his ear

“yea! did you fight anyone outside of training??” denki chimed in

“did you learn any new moves??” Uraraka asked

“i doubt it’d be anything better than mine.” bakugo said from the side of the class having been shouting at sero about the assignment they’d just gotten.. after you looked at kiri confusedly he smiled brightly his red hair sticking up and his sharp teeth showing “y/n actually JUST got dropped off, im sure she’s tired maybe let’s ask about it later at lunch! as of now what are we doing in class?” he raised a brow as he guides you by your hips to your seat everyone seeing this, the girls giggling and the guys having a slight look of shock to their face you just sat down, even though he was lying through his teeth. he was right you were tired you weren’t used to waking up for school anymore you forsure had to get back into your routine

“we’re meeting up with class 1b, we’re going to be doing training together again.. i’m not sure why? it’s pretty random but” tsuyu said

“then again when isn’t our class assignments random” momo chimed in

“regardless we should start getting prepared we don’t want to be late and give class 1B another reason to dislike our class” ida said

after getting ready you walked next to the girls talking with them catching up as you entered the new training dome the old faces flooding back but one standing out.. who was he? you were never IN class 1b you would just meet them separately when walking around.. you’d thought you met everyone already but clearly not

“y/n!” kendo waved with a smile “where have you been girl” she asked as she put a hand on her hip to talk to you while also watching out for her classmates mouth

“oh i had- a last minute work study.. i um, since i came to the hero course late i needed to get that out of the way” you lied on your toes

she nodded “you’ll have to tell me about it! how cool is it that we get to train together “ she continues the conversation but honestly you were zoning in and out of it.. you were curious about the man you’d never seen before

“who is that” you accidentally cut her off while motioning to this guy

“oh that’s tetsu tetsu” she looked to him and then called him over, your cheeks started to get read as he was running over kirishima took a break from talking to his friends to look and see what you were up to, as he saw tetsutetsu running up to you he stood on guard

Kendo heard her classmate start to get a little too chatty, she excused herself walking straight over to monoma and snatching him up apologizing for him yet again

you were alone with this steel man infront of you.. he spoke starting the conversation off with a smile and trying to get to know you, you entertained it truthfully this made kirishima’s blood boil he tried to keep his composure not wanting to blow up here and now. why did this guy think he could talk to his babe?? you were HIS and HIS only not to be shared or easily acceded, he walked over with a fake smile and butted into your conversation, you looked at kiri then tetsutetsu.. then back again.. then again. why the hell were they so similar? kiri wrapped his arm around you “ hey babe! are you ready to train hard! not harder than me because the manly thing to do would be to train the hardest “ he smiled you nodded “ honestly i’m probably the only one who really needs this extra training “ you shook your head, kiri used this opportunity to turn you away and walk you back to their side you noticed this “i- “ you turned back to tetsutetsu who was waving with a chuckle, kiri balled his fist up as you both were away now he’d taken you back to his friends and there you were again not knowing what was going on but somehow still in the middle of the conversation what with denki and kirishima pulling you in for your input on topics here and there how could you space out

as you all stood in your hero outfits you crossed your arms waiting then a loud alarm went off you covered your ears quickly as villains ran out, but they weren’t normal villains they were teachers pretending but man were they being destructive ida and kendo were quick to call out plays and plans each class following the instructions of the most trusted

you all were off quick, you wanted to be a sidekick.. something like hawks you wanted to make someone else make their way to greatness so your training was a but different, you ran in jumping through the sky at fast speeds and teleporting in mid air getting all the play civilians out the way of harm

kirishima followed behind you using his quirk to break any rubble that flew your way as he took down the villains guarding those who you had to save, as soon as you got everyone back you were on the guard to watch them, making sure no one was harmed or injured you stood up grabbing your long swords putting some of your quirk energy into them to make the weapon more powerful, you watched the door to the safe haven that held the civilians

before you could even look over a kick was sent your way sending you down, you blocked it at the last moment but couldn’t stop the momentum, looking down at your arms where the blow had landed now being a bit of red “fuck” you mumbled as you jumped up in the tree where you had been knocked down from

You crouch on a thick branch, hidden in the shadows of the training dome’s artificial forest. Your katanas are ready, the familiar weight grounding you as you listen for any sign of movement below. Mirko, the Rabbit Hero, is somewhere in the underbrush—fast, you know it. you saw her. she was playing the villain today. You knew she wouldn’t hold back.

Your Quirk hums with energy, primed for teleportation and high jumps. A snap of branches below signals her approach. You catch a glimpse of white—a flash of her ears—before she rockets upward, aiming directly for you. Instinct kicks in, and you teleport just as her powerful kick obliterates the branch you were perched on. You reappear on another limb, high above, your senses sharp.

Mirko grins as she spots you, her relentless speed closing the distance in an instant. You teleport again, keeping her guessing, your katanas flashing in the dim light as you strike from behind. She’s fast, but you’re quicker, anticipating her every move. There’s something more at stake today—a subtle caution in your movements, a reason to protect yourself with even greater precision.

As you battle Mirko, another clash unfolds in the training dome. Best Jeanist, acting as the “boss” villain, uses his Quirk to control the fibers around him, manipulating the environment to ensnare his opponents. Six students—Bakugo, Ashido, and Sero from Class 1A, along with Monoma, Tokage, and Kamakiri from Class 1B—face off against him.

Jeanist’s fibers snake through the simulated city, creating barriers and traps. Bakugo blasts through them with his explosions, shouting, “Outta my way, you damn extras!” His relentless energy sends shockwaves across the battlefield, but Jeanist adapts, tightening his grip.

Ashido melts the barriers with her acid, clearing paths, while Sero swings through the chaos with his tape. Monoma, ever the strategist, copies Sero’s Quirk, using it in tandem to bind Jeanist’s fibers. “We need to coordinate better!” Monoma urges.

Bakugo scoffs, “Like I’m taking orders from you, copycat!”

As the battle intensifies, Tokage splits her body into pieces, scattering around Jeanist to create distractions. Kamakiri slashes through the fibers with his blades, trying to cut a path forward. But Jeanist’s control is overwhelming, and the group struggles to gain ground.

In the midst of the chaos, Tokage yells, “Bakugo, we need your explosions to disrupt him! Sero, get ready to tie him down!”

Bakugo sneers, “Don’t tell me what to do!”

Before Bakugo can argue further, Sero snaps at him, “Bakugo, focus! We won’t win if you don’t listen!”

Bakugo glares but knows Sero’s right. “Fine! But this better work!” he grumbles.

With a fierce explosion, Bakugo creates a massive shockwave that shakes the battlefield, forcing Jeanist to lose control of his fibers. Sero and Monoma act quickly, shooting their tape to bind Jeanist’s arms and legs. Tokage’s scattered body parts add confusion, while Kamakiri slashes through any fibers that attempt to regroup.

Ashido seizes the moment, dousing the area around Jeanist with her acid, weakening his defenses. Bakugo delivers a final, powerful blast, breaking through Jeanist’s control entirely.

Best Jeanist, impressed by their unexpected synergy, concedes, “Well done. You’ve shown real teamwork.”

The exercise ends with the announcement of their victory. The six students, panting but triumphant, exchange looks of pride. Bakugo scowls, though a hint of satisfaction lingers in his eyes. “Tch, you better not get used to me listening to you,” he mutters.

As the victorious team of students from Classes 1A and 1B stay on guard, the sounds of their fight ending echo faintly through the training dome. But in another part of the dome, your battle is far from over.

The clash between you and Mirko is intense, the training exercise pushing both of you to the limit

As she dodges and lunged again, you teleport above her, diving down with your katanas poised for a decisive strike. She barely has time to react, twisting to avoid the worst of it, but your blade still grazes her side. The impact sends you both tumbling through the branches, but you teleport just before hitting the ground, landing lightly as Mirko rolls to her feet.

She’s breathing hard, a grin of respect on her face. “You’re tough to pin down,” she admits, clearly impressed.

You lower your swords slightly, maintaining your focus. “Speed alone won’t win this,” you reply, your voice steady.

Mirko nods, hopping back with a look that says she’s noticed the change in your approach, even if she doesn’t understand it. “Keep fighting like that, and you’ll be unstoppable.”

As she gets away, you know the real challenge is just beginning. You’ve proven you’re more than ready for what’s ahead, your Quirk sharp, your resolve even sharper ready to hold your own in this damned class.

You make your way through the dense forest, each step feeling heavier than the last. The training dome’s artificial environment is convincing, but it’s the fatigue that’s all too real. You haven’t eaten anything today—only managed to keep down some water before throwing up this morning—but you push the discomfort aside. There’s still work to be done.

The small house where the civilians are sheltered comes into view, and you spot Kirishima at the entrance, standing guard. His eyes brighten when he sees you, and he quickly makes his way over. “Hey! You hanging in there?”

You nod, though the dizziness is getting harder to ignore. “Just checking on the civilians,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. The last thing you want is for him to notice how worn out you’re feeling.

Kirishima gives you a once-over, his expression softening with concern. “You sure you’re okay? You don’t look too great.”

You force a smile. “Just tired. It’s been a rough morning.”

He frowns slightly, still not convinced. “You’ve been going nonstop. If you need to take a break, I can handle things here.”

The offer is tempting, but you shake your head. “I’ll be fine. I’ll grab something to eat at lunch.”

Together, you check on the civilians inside the house. They’re safe, which is a relief, but you can feel your energy fading fast. The lightheadedness intensifies, and you have to steady yourself against the doorframe as you step back outside.

The sun is warm, filtering through the leaves, but it does little to chase away the chill that’s starting to settle in your bones. You take a deep breath, hoping it’ll clear your head, but your vision blurs slightly. You blink hard, focusing on Kirishima’s steady presence beside you.

“Training’s almost over,” he says, glancing around. “Looks like 1A and 1B really pulled together.”

You nod, though even that small motion feels like it takes too much effort. The teamwork between the classes has paid off, and the announcement over the intercom confirms it. “Good work, everyone. Classes 1A and 1B, please return to the main building for lunch.”

Kirishima grins, giving you a thumbs-up. “We did it!”

You return the gesture weakly, your thoughts consumed by the idea of food. “Let’s head back,” you say, your voice softer than you intended.

As you walk toward the exit, Kirishima stays close, his eyes never leaving you. “Seriously, if you’re not feeling well, let me help. I’ll make sure you get to the cafeteria, okay?”

You manage a small sigh your head throbbing “ill be fine i swear it” you softly say

He smiles, but there’s an undercurrent of multiple different emotions but the main one , concern. that he doesn’t dare voice. You’re grateful for him even letting you out the dorm today, even if you can’t quite place why you’re feeling so off. Right now, all you can think about is getting something to eat and shaking off this strange weakness. you’ve used up your teleportation for the day. one of the main reasons you hardly use that quirk

The victory in the training exercise feels distant as you focus on making it back to the main building. Lunch is next, and you know you need to refuel. Whatever’s going on, you’ll figure it out later—after you’ve had a chance to rest and recover.

After the intense training exercise, the students head back to the main building for lunch. The atmosphere is lighter, filled with chatter and the clinking of trays. You and Kirishima, freshly changed and looking a bit worn, make your way to the cafeteria. His hand is firmly on your hip, a constant presence as he guides you through the crowd.

The usual suspects from Class 1A and 1B have already gathered, their voices mingling in a cacophony of post-training relief. Kirishima steers you toward an empty table, where Midoriya, Uraraka, Jiro, and others from both classes are waiting.

“Hey, y/n!” Midoriya greets enthusiastically, notebook and pen still in hand. “So, how was your work study? Kirishima mentioned it was pretty intense.”

“Yeah,” Uraraka chimes in, “did you get to face any villains or learn new techniques?”

Bakugo, sitting with his usual scowl, adds, “Hope it wasn’t just some fluff job. Better be something worth your time.”

Kirishima, his arm around you, smiles brightly. “It was definitely a challenging experience! But y/n’s been working hard and could use a break. Maybe we should save the details for another time?”

Denki, leaning forward, grins. “Come on, just a little teaser? Was it as crazy as the stuff we did today?”

You give a tired smile, thankful for Kirishima’s attempt to shift focus. “It was... pretty demanding. I learned a lot, though.”

Jiro tilts her head, still curious. “Kirishima made it sound like you were in the thick of it. Any cool stories?”

You nod slightly, glancing at Kirishima. “Maybe I’ll share more later. For now, I’m just looking forward to some food and a bit of rest.”

Kirishima chuckles, squeezing your shoulder gently. “Yeah, let’s focus on enjoying lunch. We all worked hard today.”

As you settle into your seat, Kirishima finally releases his grip, though his hand lingers close by. The group’s curiosity remains piqued, and Midoriya presses further. “Come on, y/n, just a bit more about your work study?”

You take a deep breath, smiling to keep up the pretense. “Alright, fine. There was this one moment I fought a hero pretending to be a villain. It was pretty intense. I used some of the techniques I picked up to keep up with her.”

“Really?” Uraraka leans in, eyes wide. “What happened?”

You nod, picking up your fork. “Well, I was up against Mirko, the Rabbit Hero. She’s incredibly fast. I had to rely on my teleportation and high jumps to stay out of her reach. There was one time I was perched in a tree, and she charged at me. I teleported just before she reached me and struck from above. It was a close call.”

Jiro looks impressed. “Sounds like you had to stay on your toes. Did you use any new moves or strategies?”

You nod, keeping the details vague. “Yeah, I combined some of the techniques I’d been working on. Like using my teleportation to disorient her and then hitting her with a surprise attack. It wasn’t exactly easy, but I managed to pull through.”

Bakugo, with a skeptical look, mutters, “Sounds like you didn’t learn anything new but just got to show off your usual tricks.”

You shrug, a smirk playing on your lips. “You could say that. Sometimes it’s just about using what you’ve already mastered in new ways.”

Kirishima grins, relieved by the change of topic. “Well, whatever you did, it must have been impressive. I’m just glad you’re back and in one piece.”

The conversation shifts, with everyone eager to share their own experiences from the training. As you enjoy your meal, you let yourself relax, the warmth of the cafeteria and the friendly banter a welcome contrast to the day’s earlier chaos.

As the group finishes classes up and heads back to their dorms, you and Kirishima make your way to your “shared” dorm. The atmosphere in the hall is relaxed, filled with the casual chatter of students winding down after the day’s training.

When you finally reach the door to your room, Kirishima’s usual easygoing smile fades, replaced by a more serious expression. You notice the change, but before you can ask, he opens the door and ushers you inside.

The moment the door clicks shut, Kirishima’s demeanor shifts from jovial to intense. He turns to face you, his brows furrowed.

“Hey, what was that back there with Tetsutetsu?”

You look up, startled. “What do you mean?”

“You seemed pretty chummy with him,” Kirishima says, his voice edged with frustration. “He was all over you, and you didn’t exactly push him away.”

You quickly try to defuse the situation. “It wasn’t like that. He was just being friendly.”

Kirishima’s expression hardens. “Friendly? You were practically cornered by him. I saw the way he looked at you. I don’t like it.”

You shake your head, trying to explain.

“Kirishima, it’s nothing. We were just talking in barely even know the guy.”

His frustration doesn’t wane. “It’s not just about him. It’s about how he was acting like he had some claim over you, and it bothered me.”

Seeing his anger, you try to reassure him. “Kiri, it really was nothing. I wasn’t interested in him. He was just a bit too forward, and I was trying to be polite.”

“bullshit so laughing and talking and blushing is being polite.” he looked away growing more annoyed with the situation. “y/n don’t- make me.. do something i don’t want to.. it won’t be very heroic.” he said as he walked into the dorm more going to his closet to take his close off and change

you worried about that statement.. what did he mean..?

whatever he meant this anger needed to go somewhere.

“y/n.” he called from the bedroom..

PART 1 (part 3 coming soon)

[usafphantom2]

A B-1B Lancer assigned to the 34th Expeditionary Bomb Squadron takes off in support of Bomber Task Force 25-1 at Andersen AFB, Guam Feb. 24, 2025. (Robert M. Trujillo)

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[simplyanjuta]

Adjusted Thumbnails for the Household Panel (incl. a version for shorter teens)

Some of this started off as an experiment following a chat in Creator Musings but a few people wondered if I can share it sometime, so here it is.

1A) Adjusted camera settings for kids and pets

This is just something that bothered me and it mainly affects thumbnails in CAS. There's a strong perspective view applied to the CAS thumbnails of kids and pets, which makes them look a bit distorted and the zoom is too close cutting off the face in some cases:

The adjustments are somewhat a compromise of CAS and in-game settings leaning towards the latter. The adjustments for human sims are also included for in-game thumbnails (due to some restrictions this is not quite possible for pets, but their in-game version looks fine anyways).

1B) Adjusted camera settings for shorter teens (tested with the Shorter Teens mod by Menaceman44)

Disclaimer that sims aged teen-elder use the same camera settings and there's no way that I know of to treat teens differently or assign different settings based on the height of a sim, if you use such a mod.

When you use a height mod, the sims faces will be cut off with the default settings.

My workaround here is zooming out to allow shorter sims to fit into the picture frame. It's not an optimal solution, but the only solution I can think of. Below a preview using the standard teen height (first row) and the "shortest" teen height (second row) from the Shorter Teens mod.

This version uses 1A) as a base, but zooms out more on human sims (pets have the same settings as in 1A).

Note: Also not optimal, but you can try making the UI bigger via the game accessibility settings to make the household panel incl. the thumbnails a bit larger if these settings make the sims portraits too small.

2) Angled Pose (made for Waffle ^^)

Waffle mentioned that we used to have angled pictures in the household panel (seems like this was the case until pets were added to the game). Below I tried to recreate the original settings (based on a very old blurry screenshot :P).

Below an example of how it looks standalone and with the camera settings 1A/1B.

The pose override is only for human sims, not for pets. I feel like the very different proportions and profiles of cats and dogs won't always look great when angled (and I suspect that's the reason this was changed when pets were added).

You can use this option in addition to the above settings or standalone. (This is a pose override, not an override for camera settings and can therefore be used independently.)

Download links are below the cut.

DOWNLOAD

1A) Adjusted camera settings for kids and pets: SFS | MF

1B) Adjusted camera settings for shorter teens: SFS | MF

2) Angled Pose: SFS | MF

Change log:

January 18th 2025: A mermaid specific pose was missing in the Angled Pose mod (only noticeable in CAS). Added it.

Notes:

Pick either 1A) or 1B)! Don't put both files into your mods folder.

You can use 2) in addition or standalone.

You need to delete the file localthumbcache.package to let the game generate new thumbnails. Otherwise you won't see any changes in game until the game needs to update the thumbnails on its own. (You should see the changes in CAS immediately, though.)

[call-me-chips]

Can I request headcanons for Monoma? :)

Heyyy

This was asked nearly a month ago...

DEEPEST pologies, my inbox has been full for a while 😅😅😅😔😔

Anyways

Got a bunch for you to compensate

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First of all, I hc him to be a natural blonde, with lighter eyelashes and blonder eyebrows as well. He never dyes and will never dye his hair and he takes great pride in that

I feel like he also drinks milk casually, tho never straight from the bag. He's gotta have it in a cup/glass

And he will FIGHT you that Hawaiian pizza is good and those who hate it haven't actually had it and hate it just for the sport

Class 1B will semi-often have game nights, where the class plays either a board game or video game together. Monoma has never lost a game of risk, however, he has, a few times, come close to losing by Itsuka's hand

Swiftie. 100%. Has listened to every single Taylor Swift song. If he's driving somewhere with Itsuka, they'll both be belting her songs for the entire trip with the music on blast and windows rolled down (this would work both platonically and romantically)

Monoma is typically the one assigned to go get coffee for his friends/class, and he has everyone's coffee order memorized down to the tiniest detail (I would give examples, but I've only ever ordered iced coffee lol)

He also loves scrabble, but his turns typically take a but longer than others' because he's sitting there trying desperately to think of a long and obscure word to play. Most of the time he finds one and racks up a ton of points

He sleeps with a stuffed animal and is not ashamed by it

I feel like he's a casual kpop fan. He doesn't have a preference on girl groups vs boy groups, and has probably learned a few of the dance challenges

I also feel like he figure skates, whether that be competing or just as a hobby

Bit of a longer one, and tis going off of the hc that Bakugou is hard of hearing. During some event where multiple UA classes were present, Monoma saw Bakugou using sign language to talk to his friends and Monoma thought he was talking shit about Class 1B, so he decided right then to learn sign language, just so he could understand what Bakugou was saying. He was fluent within a couple months. And yes, Bakugou was shit talking Class 1B, as well as everyone else that crossed his path ever. And now Monoma gets to watch the gossip

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Some of these might not be the most accurate, but I tried 😅

[starglitterz]

LOVEY-DOVEY ♡

a valentines cafe event by starglitterz.

𖹭 WELCOME TO LOVEY-DOVEY !

feel free to browse our special valentines menu and place your order with our host, lady kira! <3

( selfshippers welcome ! )

𖹭 SET 1: HEART EYES 4 YOU !

1A : send in a character + a valentines date idea & i'll write a short drabble for you!

1B : send me a description of you & your f/o's relationship dynamic + a picrew/art of you both, and i'll assign you a cute valentines date with a short drabble to match!

𖹭 SET 2 : LOVE POTION #9 !

( x reader only ) — send me a character & i'll write a short drabble on how they asked you out for valentines!

𖹭 SET 3 : LOVE IS IN THE AIR !

( selfshippers only ) — send me a description of you & your f/o's relationship dynamic + a picrew/art of you both, and i'll create a small moodboard for you + three songs that i think suit you!

RULES ♡

i accept requests from the following fandoms : genshin impact, blue lock, love & deepspace, windbreaker and haikyuu. honkai star rail is also accepted but i'm not as familiar with the characters.

i will be accepting submissions for this event from 14th – 16th feb 2025. any later and your ask may not be answered.

for selfshippers, do be as detailed as possible with your submissions! i'd love to hear more & it also makes things easier for me :)

i also accept oc x character for the selfship sections, just follow the same instructions but w your oc!

i will prioritise mutual requests but i will get to everyone's eventually.

i won't be responding publicly to your asks, i will make a separate post with your request in it and send you the link through private reply / delete your ask after the request is complete.

REQUESTS ♡

ryekaji︱kaebii︱danmei︱haiying︱ayato︱gorou︱thoma︱kaeya︱xiao

quill says : i was luxuriating in my pink bubble bath when this idea struck my head like lightning! please do participate, i wanna make new friends & also i haven't hosted an event in a while so it would make me rly happy if you joined!!! this is my first time opening a multifandom event on this blog but it's part of me trying new things this year so do bear with me ^_^ i hope you have a lovely valentines ily all MWAH <3

[odinsblog]

According to the AP, Melania Knauss (her maiden name) first came to the US in August 1996 on a B1/B2 “tourist visa.” Tourist visas allow someone to stay in the US for six months, but they can’t seek employment in the US during that time.

Then on October 18, 1996, the AP found, she got an H-1B visa for “skilled workers” allowing her to work legally in the US as a model.

The problem is that the AP’s documentation shows that Melania was “paid for 10 modeling assignments between September 10 and October 15” — while she was still on the tourist visa. In other words, she was working on a visa that didn’t legally permit her to work — and thus was violating the terms by which she’d been allowed to come to the US.

… Ostensibly, the reason that Melania Trump’s immigration status 20 years ago is politically relevant is that it exposes her husband’s hypocrisy — which should, hypothetically, be a political liability for him. He says illegal immigrants should all be deported — but, according to this report, his own wife once worked illegally in the United States.

… The scrutiny that Melania is facing, belatedly, is something that many immigrants and visa holders are entirely too familiar with. They’re used to having every detail of their pasts raked over — and having any inconsistency or mistake held up as evidence of fraud. Usually, it’s at the hands of the federal government.

I’ve seen Immigration and Customs Enforcement prosecutors accuse asylum seekers of making up their entire stories — simply because they said at one point that something happened in 1993 and at another point that it happened in 1994. And most immigrants have fewer resources to make their case than the Trumps do.

Immigration law is incredibly hard to understand and even harder to comply with. That’s a very good reason not to pass laws that require government agents to be able to determine at a glance whether someone is “legal” or not — or deprive immigrants of a judicial hearing to sort out their status.

In other words, it’s a good reason not to automatically subject millions of immigrants to deportation and try to round up as many of them as possible without a chance to examine their cases — as Donald Trump has promised to do.

(continue reading)

[dangerousthingobservation]

A B-1B Lancer, assigned to the 28th Bomb Wing, Ellsworth Air Force Base, S.D., and a KC-135 Stratotanker, assigned to the 328th Air Refueling Squadron, 914th Air Refueling Wing, Niagara Falls, N.Y., conduct aerial refueling over the continental United States on Dec. 10, 2018.

[queereads-bracket]

Queer Historical Fiction Book Bracket: Round 1B

Book summaries and submitted endorsements below:

The Lady's Guide to Celestial Mechanics by Olivia Waite (Feminine Pursuits #1)

Endorsement from submitter: "Sapphic romances where the women have interesting jobs"

As Lucy Muchelney watches her ex-lover’s sham of a wedding, she wishes herself anywhere else. It isn’t until she finds a letter from the Countess of Moth, looking for someone to translate a groundbreaking French astronomy text, that she knows where to go. Showing up at the Countess’ London home, she hoped to find a challenge, not a woman who takes her breath away.

Catherine St Day looks forward to a quiet widowhood once her late husband’s scientific legacy is fulfilled. She expected to hand off the translation and wash her hands of the project—instead, she is intrigued by the young woman who turns up at her door, begging to be allowed to do the work, and she agrees to let Lucy stay. But as Catherine finds herself longing for Lucy, everything she believes about herself and her life is tested.

While Lucy spends her days interpreting the complicated French text, she spends her nights falling in love with the alluring Catherine. But sabotage and old wounds threaten to sever the threads that bind them. Can Lucy and Catherine find the strength to stay together or are they doomed to be star-crossed lovers?

Setting: Regency England (1816)

Historical fiction, romance, Regency, 1810s, adult

Honeytrap by Aster Glenn Gray

Endorsement from submitter: "Cold war and two spies from opposite sides who have to cooperate. One with a mission to seduce the other… Realistic and painful (but hopeful) look on how queer men lived and how love can bloom in unlikeliest of circumstances. The best portrayal of a russian man I have ever encountered in historical fiction."

At the height of the Cold War, a Soviet and an American agent fall in love.

Soviet agent Gennady Matskevich is thrilled when he's assigned to work with American FBI agent Daniel Hawthorne. There’s just one catch: Gennady’s abusive boss wants him to honeytrap his American partner. Gennady doesn't want to seduce his new American friend for blackmail purposes… but nonetheless, he can’t stop thinking about kissing Daniel.

FBI agent Daniel Hawthorne is delighted to get to know an agent from the mysterious Soviet Union… and determined not to repeat his past mistake of becoming romantically involved with a coworker. But soon, Daniel finds himself falling for Gennady. Can their love survive their countries’ enmity?

Setting: 1959, 1975

Historical fiction, romance, Cold War, road trip, 1950s, 1970s, adult

[delawaredetroit]

Side eyeing the alleged "perfectly suited assignments"...

I've already talked about the issues with All Might and Aizawa's fights during the midterm arc. And beyond that 5/20 is 25%. A 25% failure rate for a midterm exam is actually pretty bad. Certainly not perfectly suited. It's also a much higher than Class 1B's failure rate of 5%. So it's hard to make this a UA problem generally when Class 1B did so well.

So the only conclusion is that Aizawa is a poor teacher. Either he is worse at instruction or he poorly evaluated the current skill levels of his students and did not set the difficulty of the exam properly to reflect that.

And this atmosphere of distrust that Aizawa has cultivated is going to bite him in a couple of weeks when several of his students run off to do a rescue on their own

[usafphantom2]

A B-1B Lancer assigned to the 37th Bomb Squadron lands at Ellsworth Air Force Base after completing a CONUS-to-CONUS mission, Nov. 3, 2024. (alec carlberg)

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[muddyorbsblr]

relinquish the crown: season 1

Series Masterlist Main Page

Covering the events from before Loki meets Reader leading up to his surrender of his claim to Asgard's throne, his confession, and the betrothal.

episode 1: at first sight

Loki returns to Asgard after centuries on assignment roaming the Nine Realms to a startling welcome and realization of exactly how much he'd missed while he was away

episode 2: no formalities needed

The morning you and Loki are formally introduced to one another

episode 3: midgardian amusements

Your friends introduce you to a "Midgardian prediction device" that spews out a few seemingly nonsensical predictions you probably should keep in mind…

episode 4: a trinket

Loki returns from an extended trip with a present for you

episode 5: too precious to sacrifice

At the banquet celebrating the Summer Solstice, Loki aids you in making a startling discovery about someone within your inner circle

episode 6: intrusive thoughts

New thoughts about Loki begin to take root in your mind when you wake up after the jarring events of the banquet the night before

episode 7: a glimpse, a touch, a tease

You find yourself plagued by vivid dreams and daydreams about Loki while planning out the festivities of the Autumnal Equinox

episode 8: to covet her

You seek counsel regarding the turn your affections have taken and come to a sinking realization of where you stand with Loki while dealing with an unwelcome visitor

episode 9: masked desires pt1

Season 1A finale | The culminating activity of the Autumnal Equinox has begun and you've entered the Masquerade Ball dressed in Loki's colors. For tonight, after all, "anyone can be anyone"

episode 10: masked desires pt2

Season 1A finale | You allow yourself to be whisked away by a charming masked stranger, indulging in the decadent thought that you were with the god you desired instead.

episode 11: from a world away

While dealing with the newfound headaches you struggled to explain or deal with, a visitor arrives in Asgard with the brazen intentions of courting (and eventually marrying) you

episode 12: plans & protestations

Tensions start to run high when you and Loki thwart Prince Damien's monopolization of your schedule and the visiting prince acts impulsively, making a declaration that could ruin your once bright plans for your life in Asgard

episode 13: what could be done

Loki and Frigga look for a way to prevent you from being married off to the Prince of Alfheim

episode 14: under one condition pt1

With Prince Damien's proposal looming over like a dark omen, Loki rushes to do what must be done to save you from a life of misery in Alfheim

episode 15: under one condition pt2

Your father summons you to the throne room, where you are to learn of the traditions of your ancestry…as well as the state of your impending betrothal

episode 16: as long as i've known you pt 1

Season 1B finale | Loki makes his affections for you known, and you tell your friends of the turn of events with regards to your impending betrothal

episode 17: as long as i've known you pt 2

Season 1B finale | Your mother, Lady Sif, reacts to the news of your betrothal and the Allmother Frigga intervenes before she goes on a rampage to shed Loki's blood. Meanwhile, you and Loki have a conversation about your future

[raemirs]

Sorry for a private question and please feel free to ignore&delete it if you don't want to answer; how did you realize you are a system? Did something prompt the understanding or did you go through deep study of the subject and saw that it fits? No malicious intent, just struggling with personal realizations and really don't want to assign unless 100% sure because it feels like disrespect to other people with DID

Thank you for the question! Don't worry, we don't consider this a private question; we will merely omit personal details from the explanation as necessary.

This is a long post so we're putting everything below the cut lol.

We started questioning if we were plural when we noticed some... interesting things going on with the state we end up in when we would age regress. There was a lot going on with that child version of ourselves, but the main weird points we noticed about them was that they felt strangely distinct from our host, Rae, who could also talk and banter with them in our head while we were "age regressed". Rae and the child self felt like two distinct beings who had this sort of, barrier between them that kept them separate. When that child version was "out", they could still feel Rae back there, in their head, watching, and sometimes speaking. We also noticed we would tend to visualize that child version as a fully separate being in our head, who would sit next to Rae sometimes, or hug them, etc.

However, we weren't *exactly* sure that this really was plurality, despite how obvious it may seem in retrospect. We went on a research trip that probably could've gone better considering a large portion of it was on Tumblr where we bore witness to the unholy flames of system discourse. At least we got one resource that is actually pretty good at explaining things out of it? (Check it out, it's pretty good!)

Our identity as a system became pretty obvious when at the end of the research journey, we tried to imagine ourselves as a plural being with multiple people in our head, and not only did our child self show up... someone else we didn't even know was there did. That one turned out to be our oldest active headmate, Winter (he's existed for longer than the host themselves actually, as it turns out). Sooo, yeah, that's how our syscovery went.

I do want to note that you aren't disrespecting people with DID for merely being plural. There are ways to be plural without having DID! In fact, we don't have it ourselves-- we're 90% sure we are an OSDD-1b system (although we aren't diagnosed, and we don't plan on being diagnosed, due to living in a country where it isn't safe to do so). You don't even need a disorder to be plural, though- we are friends with nondisordered plural systems, and researchers known for researching DID have said that plurality could arise without DID/OSDD.

The only way you can be disrespectful to DID systems by simply being plural is *claiming* that you have DID when you clearly know that you don't- which, judging from the way you phrased your question, we think you wouldn't do. If someone says you ARE being disrespectful to DID systems for being plural without even claiming you have DID, well... they're the asshole and not you, lol. You would've done nothing wrong.

Now, as a note to other people who are not anon who may be reading this post: Please do not bring syscourse onto this post. We will simply block. It is not worth your time.

Thanks for the question anon, have a wonderful day, and we wish you luck in figuring out who you are!

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Heya curlster!

Howsabout more Steven universe! We’re approaching the mid season finale, woo! Steven universe season one is super long, like, twice the length of the rest of the season. So it’s split into season 1A and 1B. But we still got 2 episodes to go before that happens :3

22. Steven and the Stevens

…no trigger warnings apply I don’t think. [mod note: feel free to barely react to this one. I mainly just want reactions for episode 24 hehe]

⭐️24. An Indirect Kiss

No trigger warnings but u might end up putting that brand new tear duct to use :3

Hope you enjoy!

[beams SU episodes 22 and 24 into your head]

Heya! Cheers.

It might be the same duct, except it works now— You know, I'm not actually sure what they did. Oh well. Not my job.

There hasn't been a single day of my life where I had as much energy as Steven Universe does. Wow. Hey where did Steven go?

Okay, he can time travel and fix things now. That's pretty cool. Oh, what— ...Hey, Possums you, uh, missed some fire there. I'm okay, don't worry. It's weirdly rectangular.

Four Stevens, sure. Steven and the Stevens! I get it now. The kid knows a lot of instruments, wow. Pfft, is he assigning them boy band roles? Brilliant. And now the Stevens are unionizing, cheers. This is getting confusing... And they're still calling it the time thing. Hey, isn't the room about to flood?? Shouldn't the gems do something to help?? Damn, poor hoodie Steven must be losing his mind. Well, that's disturbing.

Okay, time to cry, apparently.

Uh. Wow. Steven seems down.

Aww, she shouldn't torment the kid like this. He— There she goes. Okay. That, uh, story was shorter than I expected... Jeez, is Amethyst okay?? He seems really upset. Hah, okay, nevermind. These kids are hilarious.

Okay, and? I don't have any hands or feet. The snakes will be okay... Hey, Amethyst's eye kinda reminds me of mine. You see it, yeah? No Steven don't do that—

I like how they're drawing Pearl here, hah. She's very expressive when she's having a breakdown. Personally, I can't relate, but that's probably because I didn't have a face for months.

Oh, hey, giant statue of Steven's mum...

Poor kid...

Hey! He turned the fountain on! ...Or not! Didn't have to step on his feelings like that. Wow. Give him a damn hug.

Aw, Steven...

He just healed her fucking eyes? What?? Can I get some of that?!