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The 7 R’s of Sustainability:

Did you know that ‘recycling’ is step 6 of the 7 Rs of sustainability? The other R’s are just as important even if they are often forgotten.

Rethink- Do I really need to buy this? The point of this step is to stop and think.

Refuse- Does this product damage the environment? If so, refuse to spend your money on it. i.e. single use plastics, harsh chemicals

Reduce- How much of this do I really need? Buy less! Buy in bulk when you can as it often equals less packaging to throw out.

Reuse- Can I use this product again? Can I fix what I have so that I don’t need to buy something new? Reuse that plastic water bottle a few times. And instead of buying new, try thrift shopping, flea markets, yard sales etc.

Repurpose- Unlimited creativity! Does this item have another use? i.e. old torn clothes can be rags or plastic cups can be planters.

Recycle- Can I recycle this? Not everything can be. There are also some important steps to making sure your recycling is done properly. If unsure, look up local recycling regulations.

Rot- Can I compost this? Food waste, yard clippings, newspapers and many other items can be composted instead of being tossed in the trash. Composting is surprisingly simple and helps reduce harmful greenhouse gasses from entering the atmosphere.

What is the point of the R’s? The number one benefit of the 7 R’s are the reduction of the amount of waste sent to incinerators and landfills. The EPA website provides a lot of useful information. Other benefits that we can reap from implementing these concepts in our life are (as listed on the EPA website): • Prevents pollution caused by reducing the need to harvest new raw materials • Saves energy from not making a new product • Reduces greenhouse gas emissions that contribute to climate change • Helps sustain the environment and natural resources for future generations • Saves money from processing our waste • Increases economic security by tapping a domestic source of materials • Helps create jobs in the recycling and manufacturing industries in the United States

https://www.northglenn.org/government/departments/public_works/trash/recycling.php https://www.nrdc.org/stories/composting-101 https://www.epa.gov/recycle https://www.northglenn.org/Recycling%20Article.pdf

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friend from university: hey sorry to bother you this late i know youre probably working on that presentation you have tomorrow but i have a doubt about [assingment]

me: girl im drawing a catholic cardinal from a movie literally ask whatever

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a faded scar

pairing: dr. thomas stockmann x reader

rating: E for everyone (for now, 18+ later on)

word count: 1.7k

summary: after a bad fall in the forest, you wake up in a stranger’s house injured and confused. little did you know, said stranger was a doctor that majored in being a cutie patootie. will you let him nurse you back to health?

a/n: this is my first time posting on tumblr so i don’t really know what to expect or if anyone will actually read this, and i’m posting it at 9 o’clock in the morning so pretty crazy start to this but we’ll see what happens. i hope you enjoy!

You were just trying to hunt. You lived in a relatively remote area, and food wasn’t easy to come by. You could hike for miles to a local store, which isn’t guaranteed to be open or stocked with nutritional food and leave your open to the risk of an animal attack or dropping ALL of your food a pretty decent distance away from home (Both having happened multiple times before. God.) OR, you could hunt, and find fresh fish and berries and get the rest from your garden.

In the last few months, the second option has been relatively more preferable. It’s significantly harder in the winter, yes, but easier than hiking through miles of thick snow and ice and risking frostbite (Rest in peace to the tip of your pinky <\3).

Life was easy. You sewed, read, farmed, and hunted. Day in and day out. Until the day you fell out of a tree while trying to collect fruit and hit your head on the solid ground below.

The world had never been so dark. Nor painful.

Later, you begin to arise from your injury-driven slumber. Had it been hours, days, weeks? The way your body and head ached, it seemed closer to months. Your eyes hung tired, and the clothes on your body fit looser than they ever had. The bed creaked from the pressure placed on it from you sitting up.

Wait.

The bed? You’re in a bed?

Last time I checked, the woods don’t have beds.

Your eyes, previously weighed down by exhaustion, shot open as if you had just been told something that turned your world upside down. The bedroom surrounding you was peculiar…Sparsely decorated with furniture, and more correctly, filled to the brim with books, texts, and manuscripts, and papers covered with illegible scribble about chemicals you’d never heard of. Sitting up, you place your feet on the ground and brace for the weakness in your legs. The weakness comes in a sudden volt, then in waves. You put on a facade of bravado, then eventually the aches in your body make themselves well known. You estimate that your ankle was sprained at the least, and a severe concussion, if not a skull fracture, at the most. You limp slowly, allowing the weight to shift to your other foot, in order to explore more. Floorboards creaked as you crept around the room, investigating your surroundings and trying to figure out where you are, and who brought you here.

Your question is quickly answered.

A door creaks open slowly, the hinges squealing like a pack of mice in fear.

A male voice rings out, thick with a Norwegian accent.

“Hello? Are you awake?”

A flash of fear, feeling like a bolt of lightning stabbing your back, shoots up your spine. In an instant, you grab the closest thing to you, and launch it towards the general direction of the door. Unbeknownst to you, the object was a thick textbook, and you remember why you stick to guns for hunting and not hand to hand contact. The textbook thuds 4 feet away from the door, and the man in the doorway jumps in shock. He stares at the book, then at you, and retreats.

“Hey, get back here!”

You quickly hobble to the door, shuffling like a penguin, shouting for the person to show themselves.

“Who do you think you are abducting my unconscious body from the goddamn fores-“

You round the corner to see the man, aged and weary, holding his hands up in meager defense.

“Please…let me explain.”

Realizing from his lean arms and frame that he is not much of a threat, you lean onto your strong leg and stare him dead in the eyes with an expectant look.

“Well?”

“Oh! I wasn’t expecting you to agree that quickly. Well, clearly, I found you outside and unconscious. While I don’t know exactly why, I’m sure you can shed light on the occurrence soon. Regardless, I ran back to my home to grab my wheelbarrow to attempt to tote you back. When I returned, animals were poking and prodding at your body, clawing at your skin and trying to eat you! I tried to fend them off, but we both left that scuffle with a few scars,” he starts to chuckle but realizes from your face that the situation was not as comical as he thought.

“Right. I wheeled you back here, and for the last few days I’ve been nursing you back to proper health. I’m so glad to see that you awoken, and able to walk too! I was hoping your injuries weren’t too severe.”

You nod slowly at the strange man, and while he continues prattling on, you evaluate him. Standing at around five feet and nine inches, this weathered man had greyed hair, crows feet, rounded glasses, and smile lines. His eyes were large, and held an unexplainable depth and shine to them.

“-God knows, I could use the company.”

You tune back into his words.

“What do you mean you could use the company?”

“Well…”, his shoulders sink, the shine in his eyes dampening and general demeanor saddening. “My wife passed away not too long ago. It’s going on two years, but it feels like just yesterday I was holding her in my arms. I miss her like a crow misses the wind in its wings. I’ve been alone out here all this time. I suspect you are out here for similar reasons, and if not, then you also value the secluded nature of this area for reasons the same. When you wake up, and hear the birds chirping and wind rustling through the trees, it makes you feel…well it makes you feel like you’ll be okay. If not now then..then soon. Or at some eventual point.”

A weighted tension fills the air. The look on his face is indescribable, but is most closely resemblant of sorrow. Deep seated, heart shattering sorrow.

He jolts back to attention, and tries to lighten the mood.

“But I’m getting ahead of myself. Or behind, considering I just spoke on the past. I’m Dr. Thomas Stockmann. Emphasis on Doctor, in case you held any concerns on the quality of your care or my personal capabilities. I took care of your wounds with the utmost respect! Respect for patient ethics is a focus that all doctors should hold, but I digress.”

You sigh in relief at these words.

“I see. I apologize for being so apprehensive then. Thank you for saving me from everything. I don’t know what happened the day I fell, except for how I was trying to get apples from a tree nearby. The branches must have been weak. You’d think with all my experience in the wilderness I would’ve figured that out before I was 15 feet in the air.”

His face drops suddenly, in shock but also disbelief.

The sudden change in demeanor frightens you.

“What’s wrong?”

“You climbed the apple tree? The one with the hole near the middle? That one was planted millennia ago! It has weakened branches due to years of additional weight from excess fruit causing the wood to warp. I planned to cut it down, at least attempt to, but I didn’t want to lose a staple of the local wooded area.”

“Oh.”, you deadpan.

Suddenly, your leg starts to feel weak. You stumble in the most obvious manner while attempting to keep your balance.

“We should get you back to bed- That is to say, if you want to stay? I know you may not feel the most comfortable staying with a man which you know nothing more than his name.”

You weigh your options. He raises a good point, you know nothing about him. He could be lying about being a doctor and is instead a killer in disguise, waiting for the right moment to strike. But if he was, why would he wait days to kill you? And fully dress and care for your wounds and injuries? Additionally, it’s not as if he’s very…physically capable of attacking you. If you leave, you won’t be able to make it back to your cabin, let alone care for your injuries or afford any medical supplies. Your best chance of survival is to stay with him.

You focus back on his face. He stands there, shoulders slumping slightly but eyes focused on you. There is a look in his eyes that screams he wants you to stay, that he’d want nothing else in life for you to remain here.

“Fine. I’ll stay. But there better not be any funny business, or you’re going to get it,” you say, poking him in the chest.

“Never that, I guarantee. Rest and relaxation all the way. Now let’s get you back to bed, I don’t want you to faint. While you sleep, I’ll make us some dinner, and wake you up when it’s done.”

You jolt at that. You realize within seconds that you truly are the definition of famished.

He feels you jolt, and rushes to reassure you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to make enough for you to have more later. You haven’t really ‘eaten’ per se, at least since I found you. Any moments of lucidity you had involved pained moaning and trying to drink the water on your bedside table.”

You both reach the bed, and you sit down on the side and allow for him to lift your legs in and tuck you in gently, making sure you aren’t in any discomfort.

He walks to the door, and before reaching it, turns back to face you.

“I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Okay.”

He doesn’t make it out of the room before you stop him.

“Wait.”

“Yes?”

You feel embarrassed at your initial reaction and treatment of him, despite everything he’d done for you at this point.

“Thank you. For uh…for everything. I truly don’t know any other person who’d do this for anyone, especially a stranger.”

He smiles at your comment, eyes crinkling upwards. “I’d do it all over again. This is why I became a doctor, my dear. Rest well.”

As the door creaks closed, darkness flooding the room, you slowly fall asleep with thoughts filled with him.

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i bet canada that hobie has a name for his dick

he definitely does but he doesn’t use it in serious situations. it’s something fucking stupid.

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big fan of his concept art outfits

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You never see good camouflage.

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studies show that 99% of ppl who achieve nirvana are actually one attachment away from having everything theyve ever wanted and winning saṃsāra

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you will look at her

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003. atsv headcanons ! ★ pre collider jonathon ohnn x reader…

! pt. 2 - post collider hcs. ⁀➷ srcs... masterlist .rules. intro .

| synopsis, ୨♡୧ a little glimpse into your relationship with dr. johnathon ohnn.

★ tags -> gender neutral reader; johnathon ohnn; the spot; fluff; etc...

★ warnings -> cursing; johnathon being a meanie; mentions of trauma & abandonment

★ w.c -> 1,028

| xox, mei! ୨♡୧ -> earlier a centipede got into my room while i was bopping out to hyperpop. it scared me so much that i was able to leverage the fear into energy for writing.

he loves to make you laugh. johnathon’s such a  goof compared to other renowned scientists of his age and caliber. really, it’s a breath of fresh air. he knows how to have fun, especially with you.  he’ll crack the funniest joke at work only for his coworkers to look at him like: 😐😐😐; so it makes him really happy to know you think he’s funny. you both have so many inside jokes n stories that you’ll cherish forever.

he’s totally the type of person to make jokes whenever he’s nervous or unsure of what to say. he won you over by being silly!

he’ll say the meanest jokes about people you both don’t like, and it’s insanely funny. you think of your johnny as the sweetest boyfriend- but you have to admit, it’s kinda hot when he’s mean.

“if mr.fisk keeps crying about the mets- i’m gonna make sure this collider kills us all,” he grumbled under his breath.

“that annoying photographer visited alchemax again. what was his name…” he feigned innocence. “piper pickle?”

johnathon is such a nerd. it’s adorable how excited he gets about his favorite video games and movies. please indulge in his geeky interests!! he’d love love LOVE to watch some of his favorite sci-fi movies with you. he’ll talk over the entire movie, but it’s still nice to cuddle.

 if you don’t know how to play a certain video game of his, he’ll teach you. his voice is so soft n understanding, his breath tickling you while you cuddle. johnathon’s squished to your side, his large hands covering n guiding yours over the controller. and gets so giddy when you win something. all in all, he’s just happy to share something so dear to him with you.

imagine if it turned out one of his favorite characters (crushes cough cough) bore a striking resemblance to you. johnathon is mortified and you’re weirdly flattered (and planning an elaborate cosplay for a surprise.)

his intelligence drives you nuts. it’s INSANELY attractive to you how smart johnathon is. whenever he goes on a tangent about physics or some complicated mathematical concept, you get kind of dizzy listening to him. you don’t mean to, but after a while, you get too distracted by all of him to listen. he’s so passionate, his large hands and long fingers waving about to help emphasize his point. his eyes are sparkling too. his voice got a lot deeper when he (perfectly, by the way) pronounced the word “viscoelasticity” and you’re on cloud 9. this happens whether or not you can understand a word he’s saying. and if you’re not well versed in science, he never talks down to you when rambling. sure, he’s very proud to be a super-genius, but he’d never dream of looking down on other people because of it. 

you’re always asking him questions and he fucking loves it. DON’T ASK GOOGLE ABOUT SCIENCE SHIT. if you do he’ll be all pouty n sad.

“hey siri, what is the shape of an electron-”

he looks furious, letting out a scoff. “i’m right here. your smart-ass boyfriend is only a few feet away and you’re asking ol’ googly eyes!”

despite being a busy workaholic, he insists that he’s never too busy for you. if necessary, he’ll make time.

johnathon’s made it his mission to outsmart anyone who impresses you. “i’m not jealous i’m BETTER.”

johnathon adores cuddling you, especially after a stressful day. he just loves you so much that sometimes the only way he can express that to you is by holding you as close as humanly possible. johnathon adores every inch of your being and intends to appreciate every part of it, scars and all. one may expect him to be the big spoon because, well, long man- but it goes either way. sometimes he clutches you like his life depends on it and other times he just needs to bask in your embrace. it makes him feel safe, loved, and on his worst days, invincible.

when in bed, he’ll be running his big hands up and down your sides, rubbing circles into every dent n curve. his hands are hairy, so it’ll tickle a bit, but the way he massages you is nothing short of masterful. he’s so happy that you’re his, so he makes sure to savor you.

johnny loves it when you trace his tattoos. he thinks it’s so cute how much you love them, letting you ‘oooh’ and ‘awww’ as much as your pretty little heart desires. 

in the past he absolutely loathed going to alchemax events. being choked by a black tie for a whole ass evening while being forced to mingle with rich assholes is a nightmare for the poor man. but having you come along as his date makes the experience a more positive one. johnathon gets so smug, always delighted to show you off. like yeah, that’s MY s/o. yes they’re gorgeous and taken. by ME. he loves seeing you all dressed up, especially when you’re on his arm.

he’s an introvert, so he gets tired of all the socializing quickly. when that happens, he’ll wander around the venue with you (including places you aren’t allowed to be at-) to get some privacy (and make out.)

speaking of work, he has a picture of you on his desk. he has it placed at an angle so he can see it clearly, but so can anyone who walks in. 

johnnys practically screaming: “hey!! look at how beautiful my partner is!!!!”

he calls you baby. he’ll also call you dear, honey, and sweetheart, but baby the most. also counting babe. johnathon has a shit ton more cute nicknames for you and he is NOT afraid to use them.

“g’morning, baby,” he’ll murmur into the crook of your neck, in between sloppy wet kisses on your shoulder.

he passes by you in a rush, but not without pressing a big wet kiss to your check, “hi babe! :)”

“baaaaaabe where did you put the chips?” he can be whiny, especially with you.

“i love you, baby,” he’d tell you softly, cradling your face with his hand. his thumb is rubbing your bottom lip and you’re ready to faint.

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hi we have 60 days left on our 90 day eviction for our house (proof if asked, don't want to post because it has identifying information on it) and i have been very lost on what to do because i have bad credit and absolutely no savings because we live paycheck to paycheck and have very little in the first place. i am going to be completely honest and say that i don't know what i should do. we need a place to live and i don't think there are many options for someone like myself in the situation i'm in. i'm incredibly incredibly overwhelmed and i don't know where to start. I have checked into every resource that you wonderful people have given me and the only thing we can do now is wait. We’re on a waitlist for housing that is years long, the 211 in my area doesn’t have aid at this time.

this brings me to the point of this post, i am trying to making any money that i possibly can because two of my options are 1) paying down my debts to raise my credit score in this 90 day period so that we could potentially find an apartment or other housing. i was given a resource through our current landlord that says in order to raise my credit score enough for financing i would have to pay down my debt by $2,972 (proof if asked, it also has identifying information) 2) making enough money to put down a larger payment in hopes that a place would overlook my bad credit. i don't even know if either of those things will work, i just know that i have little time and i still have to pay our rent and bills in the meantime.

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i also don't expect anything and i appreciate all the help. i am truly sorry that i have resorted to crowdfunding to get me through. i'm asking for support because i have no where else to turn and i am really lost. With 60 days left it feels like I need to scramble to try and get stuff together and I am just so frustrated. i also appreciate any advice at this time as well. it's all very sudden and very overwhelming and i am trying to use my platform any way that i can.

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It's Always Coffee

Request: Hello!!! I was wondering if you could write a like enemies to lovers between The spot before he becomes The spot (so basically Jonathann Ohnn) where the reader is a journalist who is investigating what is going on at Alchemax? And it would be nice if in the end you could include a part whit the reader and The Spot after he becomes it. Thank you so much!! <3

A/N: I’m on a fucking high for this guy!! Hope you like it<3 (this isnt necessarily an enemies to lovers but its something!!)

Word Count: 3.2K

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You sit at an empty chair pushed against the wall of the coffee shop, your gaze focused on the screen of the laptop, the cursor blinking as the words stop. The bell dings, and you look up, catching a look of a familiar doctor walking up to the counter and fumbling with his wallet to pay. You smile, keeping your eye on him, a part of you hoping that he would turn around and see you. 

No doubt feeling the gaze of someone on him, he peers around as his transaction ends. His eyes meet yours and your grin stretches, a cheeky grin stretching over your features. You wave at him, dropping your gaze to return to your work, a newfound hit of inspiration causing you to type away at the keyboard.

Keeping your attention on the screen, you bite down the smile as someone takes a seat in the chair next to you. You can feel his gaze on you, and you keep your gaze focused on the screen. The cursor stops and blinks at you, and as you type, your backspace, unable to make the sentence flow as you’d like. With a sigh, you grab your drink and take a sip.

“Are you following me?” He asks, and finally you turn to face the doctor.

“You know, a hello is usually a common way to greet people, Dr. Ohnn.” You place your cup down, turning your attention towards him. He narrows his eyes at you. “Technically, I should be asking you that. I was the first one here. If anything, I should be accusing you of following me.” He stays silent and you smile at him. “I can assure you that I am not following you. Honestly, I didn’t even think you knew about this place. You seem more like the type to make your drinks at home.”

He pulls his lips into a line and fixes himself in his seat. “Usually, I am. I only recently found this shop. It’s one of the few shops that offers distinct blends of coffee.” You snort and he shoots you a pointed look.

You hold your hands in front of you in mock defense, closing them and returning them to your keyboard. You don’t miss the glance that he gives to your screen. “I never took you to be such a connoisseur of coffee,” you admit. “How long have you been frequenting this place?”

He stays silent, and turns his attention to where the baristas work behind the counter. “Past two weeks,” he tells you, returning his gaze to look at you.

“Ah,” you sigh. “I found this place maybe a month ago.”

“I didn’t know you enjoyed coffee,” he admits.

You shrug. “I’m a reporter. It’s kinda in the requirements to enjoy coffee.”

Silence befalls between the two of you, and he turns his attention to where the baristas work. Your fingers dance over your keyboard. You chew on the inside of your cheek when you feel his gaze on you once more. He turns to look at your screen where you type, fingers slowing down as you turn to look at him with an expecting grin. “Can I help you, Dr. Ohnn?”

He doesn’t look the slightest bit embarrassed about being caught, instead, he shoots you a narrowed look. “What are you writing about?” 

“If you must know-” his eyes dart over the words, and you grab the top of your laptop, pulling it down to block him from reading any further- “it’s about a local animal shelter.” You lift the screen back to its standing position, and take a sip of your drink. He huffs and looks away, crossing a leg over the other. You take a peek through your peripheral vision, and return to typing. “The shelter is doing a little event where you can walk or play with an animal for an hour, and each person will receive a five-dollar gift card to a coffee shop.”  

“Oh.” He clears his throat. “That sounds nice.” 

You scoff out a laugh. “Does that satiate your curiosity?”  Your fingers tap over the keys as you try to come up with the finishing sentence. “Honestly, no wonder you dislike me when I question you as you do your job.” You give him a teasing smile, and he straightens, pushing up his glasses from the bottom rim with his knuckle.

“I don’t-” he clears his throat at your expectant gaze and shakes his head. “What coffee shop is allowing that? I’d assume it would have to be a local one.”

“You’re correct.” You point at him, pulling away from your screen and leaning against the back of the chair. You tilt your head, raising your brows at him with your smile growing. “Wanna wager on it? If you guess the shop, I’ll buy a coffee from there.”

“Do you know how many coffee shops are in this area alone?” He glowers at you, uncrossing his legs and leaning back against the chair. “Unless I have unlimited guesses, I won’t be able to figure it out in such a short amount of time.”

You hum, turning to look at your screen. You click your tongue and tap a finger against your chin.”Okay,” you draw out, “I’ll give you a hint.” You turn to look back at him, arms crossed over your chest. “It’s one of the only shops around that offers such distinct blends of coffee,” you raise the pitch of your voice, an awful attempt at mimicking the words once said, 

“I do not sound like that,” he pouts. 

You snicker, dropping your head and giving him a wide grin. “Ah, so you’ve guessed it?”

He turns his head, and back at you. “Obviously,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “Why would this place partner with a random shelter?”

“The shelter is a family friend with the owner from here,” you explain. “So they partnered up since the shelter is low on staff.” You grab your drink, swishing the liquid around. “It’s a nice idea-” you place your drink back down- “and they have ads placed all over, so I’m hoping that this article just boosts it up a bit more, you know.”

“Will you be participating?” he asks.

“Probably not,” you answer. “I like animals as much as the next person, but I get attached much too fast.” You turn to him. “I don’t think I could part with a dog. What about you?”

Dr. Ohnn lifts a hand, twirling a strand of hair around his finger before letting it fall back into place. “Probably not. As is, I don’t have the time to myself. What little time I do have, I much prefer to spend it by myself.”

“You’re worked to the bone, huh?” You give him a sad smile, turning your attention back to the screen. You feel his eyes on you. “That blows.” He says nothing. “I get it. You enjoy what you can. In this case, while it’s a noble cause, it’s definitely more for the people who have the time.” You turn to him. “And those who enjoy coffee.”

“I hope your article is able to put the word out,” he tells you without a hint of sarcasm laced into his words. Your ankles cross, and you pull them close to the underside of the chair.

“Yeah-” you backspace a word, only to rewrite it- “me too.”

You hear his name get called, and the both of you turn to where a barista places the drink on the counter. He stands, and stays in front of his seat. Craning his neck, he looks to you, and you blink up at him. 

“Hey, you already paid for your drink, I can’t cover this one,” you say, raising your hands in front of you. “Maybe next time?”

“Next time?”

Another name is called, and in the corner of your eyes, you watch as the person scurries to pick up their drink. “Sure. Next time,” you confirm. You suck in a breath, and hold your drink in your hand, nerves causing your stomach to flip upon itself. “I’m uh, free tomorrow.”

He frowns. “I’m not.”

You cringe upon yourself, and bite the inside corners of your lips to stop from wincing. “Then, whenever. Or I could just pay you now for your drink. I think that’ll even it out. That way we won’t have to meet again.”

“No,” he blurts out. You look at him with raised brows. “I’d rather meet. I did win your little wager,” he says. “I’ll try to find time.” He bites his bottom lip, and clears his throat. “I believe I’m owed that after all.”

Hope makes your heartbeat quicken, and you can’t stop the smile that grows. “Okay. You’re welcome to sit by me if you’re not in a rush.” He stutters for a second, and you smile up at him. “Relax. I won’t question you. For now.” He pulls a face and you let out a small laugh. “It’s a joke. We can just be two people who met at a coffee shop. Not a reporter or scientist, just me and you.”

Without an answer, he walks towards the counter, and you watch his movement. You watch as he grabs the cup and places the rim against his lips. You watch as he pulls out his phone, and looks to the door and looks back at you. You aren’t sure what’s compelled you to invite the scientist to sit with you- it isn’t as if the two of you are friends, or anything of the sort. However, in the short conversation where work for you and annoyance for him was absent, you enjoyed talking to him. Just a bit. Not enough to admit it, but enough to invite him to sit with you. He turns a foot towards the door, and you give him a final smile, raising your hand in a goodbye, looking down at your screen. 

It’s no bother. All you really are to him is a reporter with pestering questions about his line of work, it would be a no-brainer as to why he wouldn’t want to sit with you. However, it doesn’t stop the disappointment that weighs you down. You write the last sentence of the article and sigh.

Someone sits by you, and you give a glance, lifting yourself straight when you find the scientist perched at the seat, holding his drink in his hand with his body turned towards you. 

“Are you almost done with your article?” You nod, glancing back down to save the file despite the automatic save feature working on its own. “Good, good.” He turns to look at the door, and back to you. “Would you like to go for a walk?”

 You close your laptop, and hold it by the edges. “As a reporter and a scientist? Or as-”

“As me and you.” His feet tap against the floor. “I understand if you’re busy or-”

“I’d love to go for a walk.” You hadn’t realized how tense he was, until his shoulders fall at your words, a small smile tilting the corners of his lips upwards. “You got an idea of where to go or do you want to walk aimlessly?” You grab your messenger bag, delicately placing your laptop into its designated sleeve. 

You follow behind him, clutching your nearly empty drink in your hand. Your bag pats against your side, and you bend to walk underneath his arm as he holds the door open. 

“You’re supposed to wait for the door to open fully,” he tells you, fixing the sleeves of the black undershirt. 

“And you’re supposed to answer someone’s question before walking away, Dr. Ohnn.” You pull yourself straight. “Guess we both have some learning to do.” He rolls his eyes, and continues forward, and you follow behind him. 

The air is warm- not uncomfortably so, but enough to know that summer is creeping in. You smile at people who you make eye contact with. Dr. Ohnn walks without saying a word, but when you stray far too behind to peer into a window full of jewelry, he walks back to you.

“I didn’t take you for a jewelry person,” he admits. 

“I’m not usually,” you answer, “but I have to admit that some of it is pretty.” You straighten yourself and look at him through the reflection. “I much prefer dainty types of jewelry. What about you?” His brows furrow at the window, and you take his answer through the reflection. “Are you a jewelry person?”

“I’m a fan of watches, does that count?”

“Huh,” you click your tongue. “I think so.” Pulling away from the window, you walk down the crowded street. Soon enough, he walks beside you again. “I never really could find a watch that suited me.” You flex out your hand and twist at your wrist. “I think I’m just bad at choosing things.”

“How do you tell time then?”

You let out a small laugh. “Dr. Ohnn, we live in a place where most people have cell phones.” His shoulders perk at the words, and a flush deepens the hue on his face. “I’ll manage to tell time without a watch.” You take a sip of your drink, and all that remains is ice and a bottom rim of a watered down version of your drink. “I’m not sure how you’ll manage, though.” You exchange the cup to your other hand and raise your now free hand, flexing your wrist. “Naked wrist and all.” You jerk your head over to his, and he covers it with his hand.

“I forgot,” he answers defensively. “Simple mistake. Anyone could have made it.” He clears his throat, and takes a swig at his drink. 

“Oh, I’m sure,” you tease. 

Peeking a trash can further up ahead and no longer wanting to hold your cup for the next few minutes, you rush forward to toss your drink. You dart through the crowd, mumbling apologies and sticking your tongue out a person who mutters a curse towards you. Tossing your drink into the trash, you wait for Dr. Ohnn to catch up to you. He stands by you, downing the drink before tossing the empty cup into the trash.

“Why’d you want to work for Fisk anyways?” He gives you a look. “Off the record, I swear!” You raise your hands in front of you in mock surrender. “I’m curious. You’re a scientist, and I’m positive you’re good at your job. So why work for him? Why not work for anyone else?”

“Why write articles?” You frown at him for avoiding your questions. “Plenty of others do it. Plenty of other agencies will offer to help you write the story you so desperately chase. So why stick to that one agency?”

“Okay, Dr. Ohnn. I’ll let you escape answering my questions, only-” you point your index finger at him- “and only because I’m feeling quite open to speaking. If you must know why I stick to my agency, I do it because I’m familiar with it.” He stops for a second, and continues his strides. “I like it there. Fluff pieces and all. We can’t all be journalists willing to die for a story, and while I’m very curious about what you do, I am willing to at least push the limits of how far I can go.” You look at him. “It’s not the most meaningful sentiment, but it’s mine, so if you make fun of it-” you falter, unable to come up with some threat- “I won’t buy you your coffee,” you conclude with the threat. You begin to pull away, one step in front of him when he stops you. 

“I wouldn’t make fun of you,” he says with his hand wrapped around your elbow.

“Oh,” your voice comes out softer than intended. You turn to give a weak cough. “Cool. Thanks. I guess you get to keep your free coffee then.”

“You think I’m good at my job?”

You smile at him, and standing on the sidewalk- even if pushed close to the building- does the two of you no favors. A stranger rushes by, and you’re pushed closer to him. The grip on his elbow tightens, and you take note of his hand. His fingers are long, and thick, and they hold onto you tightly, nails scratching at your skin. You turn your gaze.

“Yes, and before we get shoved again, let’s continue walking.” You pull ahead, and his grip on your arm falls. Turning your head to make sure that he’s behind you, you start. “I do think you’re good at your job. That’s why I try to do mine.” You give him a glance, and smooth out your shirt. “It is how it is. Too bad you’re good at it, you had to meet me.”

“What else?” He asks and you tilt your head at him. “What else do you think of my work?”

“I don’t know. I tried to read the papers that you’ve written along with a few other scientists that study along the same lines, but it was all words to me. No offense.” You give him an apologetic smile. “I’m sure you know what you’re talking about, and in some pages, I could feel the excitement, ya know? Like- Like when you started to talk about black holes and stuff. Were you always interested in stuff like that?”

His hand reaches to the back of his neck and he scratches at himself. “Mm, not necessarily black holes, but other stuff. One thing led to another.” He turns a corner and you follow close behind, catching at every word that escapes from him. “Not many people outside of my profession read what I have to offer,” he says in a low voice. “Thank you,” he says your name gently and you can feel heat burn at the shell of your ears. 

“Yeah, no problem. It was a long read, but um- it was interesting and stuff.” You try to stop the grin that grows, and tug on the strap of your messenger bag. “If you have the time, I wouldn’t mind-” You're cut off by a phone ringing and you stay silent, watching as he pats his pockets.

 “Ah,” he pulls out his phone and quickly reads the message. Looking back up at you, he seems almost apologetic. “I apologize. I- I have to go. Something work related just came up.” He lifts his phone as proof, but you can’t read the words with the glare of the sun. “We’ll continue this later?”

The words take a second to process, and when they do, you can feel your heart race. “Oh!” You perk up. “Yeah- yeah, of course.” He smiles at you, and takes a step forward. He’s close enough where you can smell the cologne on him. “Um-” his voice squeaks, and he clears his throat. He lifts a hand and pats at your shoulder. “This was fun. Thank you for accompanying me on the walk.” He gives you a tense smile and walks away without a goodbye. 

You stand on the sidewalk and watch. He turns around, and you lift your hand in a wave, and he does the same. 

You frown when you realize you never received his number.

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Having an abusive parent is kinda funny in retrospect like mommy why do you have beef with me im 4 i love you

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Spider Noir when everyone was out chasing Miles

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Not a sibgle fucking lemon lime or A&W root beer i guess. Ok. Fucking christttt

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in junior year of highschool my art teacher would let our ceramics class play music of our choice off of her desktop. we usually used spotify or youtube but she did have one album downloaded on her computer. it was a halloween sound effects/ambience collection. i dont remember why she had it. there was a track on there called "burning screams" which was exactly what it sounds like. just a cacophony of screams alongside crackling fire. she only let us play it on very special occasions, and we would cheer and jump with joy every time. it was like a pizza party to us