#homework jones

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made some sprites of homework jones by @ttaranza

larger versions under the cut :3333333333333333

[up-the-anti]

the o'neil farmhouse when the cameras arent rolling

[reality-detective]

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Bishop Who Rebuked Trump's Immigration Policies From The Pulpit Pocketed $53 Million In Taxpayer Dollars...

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[letsseewherethisis-going]

Blast From The Past (Part I) - Lewis Hamilton

Summary: after months of total silence since her breakup with Lewis, the reader attends the Met Gala as a working actor for the first time

Disclaimer: mentions of sex, cheating

(Part II linked bellow)

“Y/N!”, “Y/N, over your shoulder!”, “Y/N, on your right!”

You did your best to stay focused and look at the cameras directly, frankly half blinded by the all the flashes of the cameras in front of you.

It was the night of the Met Gala; a night that you had been preparing for weeks. It was your very first time attending, since you were still fairly new to the movie industry and your popularity had been growing more and more. Your past relationship with Lewis Hamilton made you even more popular, which wasn’t necessarily something that you thought was positive. As a celebrity, being in a relationship wasn’t easy - and being in a relationship with a celebrity was even worse… and it was worser if that celebrity was as big as Lewis was.

Being in the public eye put a strain on your relationship at the time, and after more than two years together, even though you had always been madly in love with each other, you ended up separating. Lewis had just joined Ferrari at the beginning of the year, and you were preparing the filming of a new movie for the following June, which meant that your schedules weren’t always working and it caused problems in your relationship. Add to that Lewis’ career change (leaving Mercedes and joining Ferrari), that added tension between you two since the end of 2024, and arguments became something frequent. You didn’t really understand what was happening at the time, but you felt him pushing you away and being more impatient with you than he usually was. Whenever you tried opening up to him, he just wasn’t receptive and he kept saying everything was fine and he was just too busy with work. It was difficult for you to hold on to him when he didn’t give you much reasons to stay, in the end… but you loved him deeply, and you held on as much as you could.

Until one day, some screenshots of private conversations -as well as a rather intimate video- of Lewis and a younger female (a model that you had personally never heard of) were released on social media.

And your whole world fell apart overnight.

That was the nail in the coffin of your relationship.

You directly sent him the screenshots and asked for an explanation, and he had none for you.

At first he didn’t even know who that woman was, and funnily enough, he seemed to remember once you sent him a screenshot of them where they seemed to be in bed, in a hotel, and he was kissing her neck hungrily. Apparently she had filmed part of their intimate moment without him knowing, and a full video of them making out in bed was also released on social media.

That very steamy make out session was enough to make you nauseous. Your phone was going crazy; people trying to reach you and mentioning you everywhere on social media, while you were trying to have a conversation with Lewis while he was in Barcelona and you were in Los Angeles. He swore he never cheated on you and he had no idea where that video came from, but you simply couldn’t believe him. You two stayed on the phone for a while, and then spent a few days arguing back and forth via texts and calls, until he finally told you he couldn’t handle being in a relationship with someone who didn’t trust him, especially at that moment in his life. You sent him a text a few days later, trying to calm the tension and putting your anger on the side to say goodbye to him in a genuine, loving manner… and he never responded at all.

Breakup rumors spread quickly once people noticed that he unfollowed you on Instagram, though he kept all of your photos on social media.

Quickly after that, he was seen with a few actresses and models and rumors started flying around.

As for him and that model, the media kept talking about it for weeks, and it was made very public that he was suing her - so the details of their affair were going to stay private for a while.

And there you were, three months later, at the Met Gala the night that he was co-chairing. You and Lewis had talked about that night for so long, and you were ecstatic for him. It was supposed to be your night as a couple. You would’ve been so proud standing by his side on the red carpet. Still, you decided to come and not to show any sorrow. You put on a smile and acted strong, as you had done publicly ever since the breakup.

You were absolutely in love with your ensemble: tailored beige pants covered in pearls, a satin white open shirt, and a beautiful long coat that was cinched perfectly at the waist - beaded and embroidered with silver, white and cream botanicals. Floral elegance. You were wearing white Jimmy Choo heels, silver jewelry, and you had put your hair up and braided it.

You stopped to pose a few times on the red carpet, and finally stopped for a quick interview. At an event like the Met Gala, you knew they wouldn’t ask you any questions about your personal life.

“Y/N, so nice have you here with us. How do you feel about attending the Met Gala this year?”

“I feel honored and humbled, really. It means a lot, it’s a very special night. It’s an honor to have been invited,”

“Yes and tonight Dandyism - what does that mean to you?”

“To me, I think Dandyism is a stunt, it’s a bold statement. It’s a stunt in the face of the world that says you should not be something. I think it’s about time we create a space to celebrate that part of history in the fashion industry. Tonight is an opportunity to shine a light on history, the humanities and the artists who shaped the industry along the way, and who are still shaping the industry to this day. It’s a beautiful thing to celebrate.. I’m aware that it’s way bigger than me to be honest, and I’m very respectful of that - and humbled,” you nodded and smiled politely

“Beautifully said. Before you go, you know I have to ask. Tell me a little bit about your outfit, who are you wearing?”

“This is Manish Malhotra, which is an Indian brand. It’s been months and months of work, to be honest, he did a great job with this. We spent weeks talking about it back and forth, working on it and trying different things - different fabrics, different pearls and sequins… he did everything to fit the theme while making sure I was feeling comfortable wearing this ensemble. I directly knew I wanted something sophisticated and with lots of embroidery and details, and I couldn’t be happier with this, this is better than what I had in mind,” you thanked the journalist and continued climbing the stairs as you said goodbye.

The decor inside made you speechless; blue velvet everywhere with white flowers on the walls and the ceiling. It looked magical, almost as if you were in a dream. You had your portrait taken a couple of times inside the museum itself as all the guests did, and finally got to put your long coat away, revealing the open satin shirt you were wearing underneath. You made your way to your table, where you found some of your friends who worked in the industry alongside you. You greeted everyone and made your way through the crowd, mentally thanking the fashion designer that made your ensemble to have made such a practical outfit for you compared to what some people present that night had to put up with. Everyone was joyful, chatty and seemed happy to be there.

The gala started before you knew it, and you saw Lewis for the first time in three months once he got on stage. He had talked to you about his outfit months prior of course, but at the time of the breakup lots of things were still in the works and up in the air. You thought he looked gorgeous and smart. His outfit was captivating in itself, but you thought Lewis’ charisma was what put it all together. You did your best not to show any emotion as he was on stage, since you were surrounded by so many people and you knew some of them might be looking at you waiting for a reaction, since everyone pretty much guessed it was over between the two of you at that point. Lewis looked nervous for sure, but you knew how much that evening meant to him so you weren’t surprised. You thought he handled it really well, as he always seemed to, after years of experience being under the spotlight.

One of your friends couldn’t resist telling you in your ear “it if helps at all just know that to me and to many people, he’s always been for the streets and you deserve better than that,” you shook your head with a slight grin on your lips and took a sip of champagne.

“Don’t say that. It’s in the past now anyways,” you said quietly.

You despised cheaters, but you couldn’t say anything bad about Lewis despite everything that happened. You spent the last two months thinking about him and missing him every single day, so why would you speak negatively about him?

Lewis had a reputation before meeting you, but you thought everything changed once you were a couple.

You thought it was best for you to keep your head down and try to accept how your story ended, even though deep down you knew you were far from accepting it.

Towards the end of the gala, right after you were done eating, you quickly went to the bathroom while most people were still sitting at their table. You washed your hands and took a second to checked your hair, makeup and your outfit, and quickly did a couple sprays of perfume before exiting the women’s bathroom. As you were walking down the corridor, a familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Hi, Y/N,” you turned around and saw Lewis standing there, near the entrance to the men’s bathroom.

“Hi Lewis. Sorry, I didn’t see you there,”

You didn’t even have time to think. You were hoping this moment wouldn’t happen at all (perhaps naively). You thought there would be so many people attending the gala that maybe the two of you would just be able to not see each other (or pretend to) and get away with it.

“It’s fine, no worries. I just wanted to say hi,” the way he would look at you always gave you butterflies, and that night was no exception. He always made you feel special; he had that mix of softness and intensity in his eyes that always made you weak.

Under the bright lights of the corridor, surrounded by white walls, the color of his outfit contrasted perfectly with his skin tone. His beard and beret were framing his face perfectly. He looked handsome, imposing and elegant, yet humble. True to himself. His soft doe eyes maintained eye contact with you with ease, while you felt your heart beating fast and you weren’t able to think straight.

He cleared his throat and broke the awkward silence “I saw you while you were on the red carpet but they were rushing us to get inside so I didn’t get to talk to you then,” he took a moment to look at your outfit properly, and looked you up and down.

“You look.. breathtaking. So beautiful. I’m glad you ended up going with this ensemble between the other options that you had. It was the right choice,”

Lewis and you had started to talk about your outfit for the Met before your breakup, and he gave you some advice at the time.

“Thank you Lewis, I appreciate it. You look sharp yourself,” you grinned slightly.

“Tried my best,” was all he could say before more people arrived in the corridor you were standing in, which was your cue to cut the conversation short.

Just as you were about to quickly walk away, Lewis said hesitatingly “I’ll talk to you later, okay? I’ll find you,”

“Sure. See ya,” a polite smile across your face, you took a deep breath and walked away, trying to make your way through the group of people coming in.

You sat back down at your table, your heart racing. You immediately took a sip of champagne, followed quickly by another one.

Not too long after that you had to go back to your hotel and get changed into another look to go to the GQ Afterparty. You changed into the complete opposite of your first outfit; you had chosen a short, sleeveless, satin black dress embroidered with sequins, and black stilettos. You were wearing golden jewelry - earrings, bracelets, rings, and a necklace. You put a thick oversized men’s coat on your shoulders, completing the look. You loved that it was so simple yet so fun and feminine. That look allowed you to show off your toned legs, that you had covered with some dry oil to give a nice glossy kind of look to your skin.

You arrived there in the same car as your friends and quickly went inside and got the party started. The champagne you had been drinking at the Gala surely helped you be in a good mood, but you weren’t tipsy - just in a very good mood. At that point you were just trying not to think about Lewis and enjoy your night with your friends. It was mainly a group of girls, and then other friends of yours that you hadn’t seen in a while joined you. One of them was a man also working in the industry, that you got along great with but in the past he expressed an interest that was more than just friendly. You only saw him as a friend and made it clear, though he always made you laugh and you enjoyed your conversations with him. You guys were having the time of your life just talking and being silly together.

Until the moment when you felt a hand on your waist, pulling you from behind. You looked back completely confused and saw Lewis standing right behind you, wearing dark sunglasses, leaning in to talk to you in your ear.

“Jeez, you scared me,” you let out a laugh and put a hand on your heart, turning around to face him. He grinned at your reaction and leaned in, asking “Are you staying in the city tonight?”

“Yes, I’m only leaving in a couple days. Why?”

He mentioned that he couldn’t hear you over the loud music, and asked you to follow him. You told your friends you’d be right back and followed Lewis in a slightly calmer room. He ended up letting you walk before him and guided you with a rather shy hand in the small of your back, until you finally faced him once you found a spot that was less busy with people. Being so close, you got to have a closer look at his outfit, which you thought was surprisingly neutral for him. You would’ve expected him to show more skin at least, but he still looked great nevertheless. You loved his hair, and the way it was tied into a tiny bun. He smelled like his usual cologne, a little hairspray, and his natural scent, which only made you more drawn to him. You realized how much you had missed his cologne which felt so familiar to you still to that point. It directly hit you with memories that you had with him. Sleeping together, tasting his skin, kissing, touching, cuddling… yet there he was, standing in front of you like he had become just another stranger to you.

He took off his sunglasses and his eyes were on you.

“I was saying that I’m leaving in a couple days, I’ll be staying at my hotel. Why would you ask?”

He leaned in “I’d like for us to talk, just you and me. Not here,”

You froze and stayed silent at first, really not knowing what to say. You didn’t think for one second that he would ask you that, or want anything to do with you. At the same time, you reminded yourself that he was the one who cheated and then completely let you go without a fight.

“… Is there anything left to say, really?” you were aware that your words were cold, and that it could be a slap in the face for him. But at the same time, he literally came out of nowhere and it was fair for you to be on your guard. He looked disappointed. His puppy eyes kept trying to make eye contact with you, and often went from looking at your eyes to looking at your lips.

“I think there is. I don’t want to force you or anything, I understand if you’re not comfortable,”

‘…if you’re not comfortable’, you replayed his words in your head. Little did he know, at that point, Lewis was still the person that you felt the most comfortable with, and the distance between you both had been killing you for weeks.

It was still killing you in that moment.

He continued “… But I’d like for us to talk. Would you at least consider joining me at my place after the party?”

“At your apartment?” you were surprised, since celebrities would usually get a suite in a nice hotel for the day, so that their team could all come to get them ready.

“Yes, I got ready at the hotel but I’ll be going back to my place at the end of the night. I just want to be home,” home, a word that you often associated with Lewis. Everything about him; his soft eyes, his touch, his arms, his body, his voice, …everything. Everything about him had felt familiar for so long; he was the one person that you always felt safe with. But that was before.

You took a second to think, your thoughts spinning out of control for a moment.

“Sure. Okay,” Lewis’ eyes lit up and he /tried/ not to smile too hard. You felt butterflies in your stomach for the second time of the night, just by seeing his quiet reaction. He had that spark in his eyes whenever he got excited; he was like a little kid. It always swept you off your feet.

“Aren’t you going to stay late, though? This is your night, you should enjoy it,”

He shook his head no “I don’t think I’ll stay late, it’s been a long week and I’ll be glad to be home at the end of the night,”

“Well I wanted to enjoy the evening with my girlfriends, I didn’t plan on leaving early,” you shrugged

“That’s fine, you can just text me when you’re on your way. I’ll be up anyways,”

In any other scenario you would’ve followed him home right after that conversation, no questions asked. But things were different at that point, and you both knew it.

You were clearly torn between your feelings for him and the fact that you were still broken hearted about what happened. To you trust was the key of a romantic relationship, and he had betrayed your trust in multiple ways.

“I’ll do that, I’ll text you. Just don’t wait for me,” his eyes stayed focused on you as he nodded quietly.

“See you later, okay? Enjoy your evening,” you gave him a polite smile and started walking away.

“You too, see you later,” was all he said before you made your way back to your friends.

Deep down, you didn’t even know if you wanted to have a conversation with him at his place after everything that happened. Yes, you knew at that point that after all that time he still had the same effect on you and you obviously still had feelings for him.

But on Met Gala night, he has the nerve to come back as if nothing happened after basically ghosting you for 3 months and you were supposed to welcome him with open arms - and open legs too, probably?

Not a chance, you weren’t going to make that easy for him.

Or were you?

Link to part II

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[kalashnikovlobotomy]

gnarp gnarp!!

[cinnamontoastcrunchenthusiast]

POV: New York is experiencing a blackout, vigilantes are being hunted and killed, and your name is Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, Danny Rand, Maya Lopez, Kate Bishop, Kamala Khan, and Peter Parker Spider-Man

[casually-salad]

after all that... they still have homework!

[kawaiicoot]

AP classes that I think the glee characters would take (as an AP student who is losing their mind)

Rachel: she would probably take a lot of APs because she canonically is an academic weapon but her favorite is AP Music Theory. I could also see her being the most annoying person in AP seminar

Kurt: AP art history, Ap Music Theory & Ap 3d Art (fashion focused portfolio)

Quinn: same as Rachel, she would take a lot of APs but she is definitely a AP Psych and AP Lit girlie

Mercedes: AP Music Theory with Rachel and Kurt

Tina: AP Human Geo, Ap 2d Art and Design (photography portfolio) in my mind Tina does photography and she’s really good at it

Santana: AP Spanish she is already fluent and just took it to boost her GPA and do nothing all class

Artie: AP US History, AP World, AP Euro, AP Calc AB, AP physics (he’s a nerd)

Everyone else wouldn’t take any APs I think

[ghost-clowns]

Serica Week Day 2: 3 Cheers for Evil

I looked at a reference of the school gym this time 👍

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"In The News" 🤔

[thatonesmartkidfromschool]

I haven't been able to draw all week (busy with schoolwork) so this is all I can post rn akskskkqkdkwksqkdj

[augustusaugustus]

15.76 Homework

HOLMES: Having Don Beech in my flat would do my head in. He’d be in your knicker drawer as soon as your back’s turned.

June has a hot new boyfriend, but the job—and Don Beech—get in the way. Unsurprisingly, we never see him again.

[gloom-bee]

[reality-detective]

According to Alex Jones this 👆 is NOT true

Deep state shenanigans 🤔

[diltonsstrangescience]

I found this on one of @jhsharman’s posts:

(Sorry if it’s rude to take it but I am giving credit.)

I think the original post was one of their many (very cool) side-by-side comparisons of things changed in reprints. But I want to put this here in isolation.

I don’t know if this is consistently canon, or one of those traits that changes over the decades, but I consider it to be true. Jughead is an above-average student.

Sure he’s weird, but he’s not disruptive. Sure he’s lazy, but he’s also willing to put effort into things. He’s generally very respectful and nice to everyone he interacts with. Jughead rebels against societal norms and expectations, sure, but he almost never breaks actual rules. He’s a good student.

He might sleep in class sometimes, but he always learns the material one way or another. And he may not be an overachiever like Dilly, but in the pursuit of doing only what he’s required to and not a single thing more, he does a good job.

He doesn’t worry about school, but he still does well. You can have it both ways. (Somehow.)

[plightofthecentipede]

like yeah buffy season 4 widely regarded the worst season but putting something blue and hush back to back was an insane choice thee episodes of all time and theyre right next to each other. for this you can overlook the whole initiative plot.