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villainsandvictimsalliance · 2 years

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encanto opinions? please do share👀👀

Okay, let's see.

Not so good things first :

I didn't like the Latam version, being honest. The songs were off, and so were the voices. Which is a shame because I thought the latine version would be better since... You know... The characters are from Latam after all.

The soundtrack was good, but it was not what I was expecting. Maybe because I had heard it too much on social media before watching the movie, so it kinda felt a little more flat than expected. Except from some songs that are masterpieces by themselves.

Some changes were a little sudden. That's something I was already expecting, because most Disney movies are that way.

The story was rather basic. I don't mean it in a terrible way, but in terms of it being simple and yet functional, necessary to our world.

And I could argue that it was kinda basic in terms of characters too. The conflicts were more by opposition, a good move often used in children media because you don't want to make it over complicated sometimes. Still, I'd have love to see them getting more complex.

It's gonna be totally weird seeing people trying to grasp the way Latines talk. You see, I don't know much about the common Spaninglish (Spanish x English) people around USA speak, but people down here speaks very differently. In fact, some young people even invert the common Spaninglish. We could speak a whole phrase in Spanish and then add a "bro" or "man". We steal English words and terms and we use them in the middle of Spanish phrases. So yeah... It's gonna take a while to get used to it.

Good things now:

The designs were beautiful. The whole concept of the characters and the world, it was pretty accurate. I love the diversity of shapes in the characters.

I also loved the different dynamics and personalities. It really captured part of the way things are around Latam. It was easy to relate with the gestures and habits of each character, and I even cried watching the end because I miss my grandma so much. It was great.

I really like how there are not villains, except for the people who killed Pedro. You all can do your own research on the topic, but violence in Colombia is a heavy thing. The story was very touching, and I cried watching it because sadly, in Latam we all known or have lived through the type of corruption and violence that marks a family for the rest of their lives. It could have been our grandparents, or some friends of the family, or some relative who went to live on another country around here... Even if it's only the news, we know about it.

Ah, it was so funny to listen to Carlos Vives! I love that they played the original songs in Spanish. And Dos Orugitas totally wrecked me. I know also a few cases of good men dying in hands of violent groups, so let's say I cried for them too. For the families left behind and the mothers who didn't have the luxury of breaking down.

It's funny because the size of the Madrigals is nothing compared to most families in Latam. It is a mess to try and remember every relationship and many times relationships are super complicated, so watching the kids complaining was super fun too.

Because most representations of Latam families abroad focus on things like drugs and every bad stereotype, it feels good to finally have a South American representation speaking about other things. One of my favorite things was Bruno's superstitious behavior. We do the things he does all the time! People on Latam are heavily superstitious, and it's not rare at all that the families twist a story to make it more spooky like Camilo did. Many people in Latam are storytellers by nature.

The best part of the story is who it speaks about family reconciliation. Communication is a heavy problem for families in Latam. There are many taboos, many ways you should behave if you want to be accepted by your family, and it is mostly driven by the tradition of the grandparents and the parents who follow them. It's totally common that younger people and kids try and fix the cracks of the family by openly choosing confrontation instead of keeping the head low, not muttering a word. If everyone could agree to communicate and change, things would be easier.

The comedy was on point. So we're the dramatic moments. And there were so many details, so many micro gestures and ways of treating your family and traditions about parties or even the town. This movie is really about the roots, the basics, the tiny things making a whole.

Encanto is a 8/10 for me. I'll laughed my ass off every time I heard Maluma on the screen. I cried too in the end. So it was a good movie.

#Shan's asks #Encanto #encanto spoilers

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adamisms · 3 years

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⌠ MENA MASSOUD, 24, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, ADAM HASSAN! according to their records, they’re a THIRD year, specializing in COVERT OPERATIONS; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (converse squeaking down the halls, playing cards shuffling in his hands, a black hood raised up and his eyes cast low, a bag packed in the corner of the room just in case). when it’s the (libra)’s birthday on 10/10/96, they always request their KUSHARI from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ deanna, 25, she/her, est ⍀

NAME: Adam Laith Hassan

KNOWN AS: Adam

BIRTHDATE: October 10, 1996

ASTROLOGY: Libra sun / Virgo moon / Sagittarius rising

HOMETOWN: Henderson, Nevada

GENDER: Cis male ( he/him )

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual

HEIGHT: 5'8"

HAIR COLOR: Brown

EYE COLOR: Brown

TATTOOS: Three lines on the back of his neck & a sunflower on his side

KNOWN LANGUAGES: English, Arabic, Spanish, French

ABOUT.

Adam was born outside of Las Vegas to overbearing and miserable parents, the kind that only seem to get enjoyment out of going to church and telling their son everything he does wrong. He’s not allowed much of a life beyond the walls of their house.

Becomes a rowdy boy, much to his parent’s dismay. They send him away to boarding school as soon as they can, where he makes a fun little name for himself as Class Clown. The school is just as strict as his parents, so he doesn’t fit in well with the faculty there, but the students love him. Adam becomes part of the “Popular” crowd, but it’s not without its issues.

During his junior year in high school, Adam and his friends decide to prank on a teacher and it goes too far. Half of the East wing ends up in flames, and despite him and his friends agreeing to come forward about it together, Adam hadn’t gotten the memo that the rest of them were going to bail. Instead the entire situation gets pinned on him. The school expels him and calls up his parents to come pick him up. That night he packs a bag and leaves campus, fully aware his parents are not the forgiving type.

Adam hitchhikes himself to Las Vegas and ends up making a home for himself there. Always the charismatic and friendly type, he’s quick to find a community of other kids like him, and together they learn the best motels and abandoned buildings to squat in, until they get enough money for their own place. An avid fan of close-up magic, Adam uses his skills to charm tourists on the streets of Vegas -- and when they’re not looking, steal wallets or watches as well. He was also one of those guys who would dance in the street for cash, simply because he loves to dance. His hustles with him and his friends improved as they got older, but it never went beyond stealing to survive, even if Adam never thought about it like that.

Around the age of nineteen the cops start to catch onto him and his group, so they decide to say goodbye to Vegas and move to LA, pulling the same stunts on the beaches of California. Los Angeles certainly has its perks, but he does find himself missing the bright lights of the Strip.

Not long after coming to Los Angeles, Adam ends up stealing the watch off of a man who quickly catches him in the act and doesn’t let him get away. Instead of turning him in to the cops, he offers to buy Adam dinner, and he spends the entire evening learning about Adam’s current living situation. ( Adam, naturally, thinks he’s trying to proposition him, but takes the free meal anyway. ) At the end of dinner the man offers him his business card, saying he works for an elite college and thinks he’d be a great candidate for it. Adam tucks his card away into his wallet, never planning on using it.

An unfortunate side effect of living in Las Vegas was a small gambling addiction that Adam never quite recognized. It’s not his fault when he finally got spending money, he was more interested in trying to grow it at the poker table. (He knows how to count cards, lord help him.) The addiction follows him to LA, choosing to bet on sports rather than cards, something he’s definitely not as good at. He’s twenty-one when his debts suddenly become too large for him to take on, and there are a lot of angry people looking for him. So Adam pulls out the business card of the man he had met two years ago and hopes for a miracle.

A few weeks later, he finds himself enrolled in a prestigious spy university in middle America ( NOT Blackthorne ) . His recruiter had warned him that it wasn’t going to be easy to adjust at first, and it wasn’t. Adam was able to keep up in his classes just fine -- he enjoyed it, even -- but he didn’t like the environment, reminding him too much of his boarding school days. At the end of the year, the recruiter who had become his mentor had told him about a similar college in Virginia that had just opened its doors to accepting male students. He was able to pull some strings for Adam, causing Adam to arrive at Gallagher as a second year, the first year boys were allowed on campus.

Adam is the class clown type, a real goofball that comes off inherently lazy, though he is serious about his studies, because he knows better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. He’s a classic “yes man” who will do just about anything for the hell of it and with zero shame. He’s here for a good time, not a long time! He has zero shame. Surprisingly he’s also a hopeless romantic, the type to fall in and out of love in the span of a few weeks. He reels people with his charm and cute smile, but it’s better in small doses, otherwise he’s just a little annoying.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

Ex from last year

Crushes

Someone with a crush on him

People he could know from Vegas or Los Angeles

Someone related to his mentor figure that got him into the spy world

Someone from the first spy school he went to before transferring

Bros <3

A best friend

Literally anything from last school year aka his first year at Gallagher

Something from here

Idk I’m very lazy right now, but I’m down for anything

#gallagher:intro #excuse me as i post this at 2am and then conk off to sleep #but love him ty

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ninja-go-to-therapy · 4 years

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The Ninja as Things My Friends and I Have Said

My friend keeps a quote-book and I thought y’all would enjoy this lol

Jay: say your last words to me, I’m about to be smited

Jay: I am so bright, I am star

Kai: Pickles and Dick Jay: Pickle my dick? Kai: PICKLE AND DICK! Lloyd: TICKLE MY DICK?

Kai: I want to play hot potato with a hand grenade

Lloyd: this chocolate milk mocks me

Kai: Can we all agree that when Jay walks he looks like a flamboyant gay drag-queen toddler

Lloyd, looking at a tampon: is that a cheese stick?

Kai: Where you at you little hoe?

Cole: Don’t do gay it’s not healthy

Jay: I live life as a pirate. Because a pirate is free

Jay: The sun's only up for half the year in Alaska Cole: We have that too. It's called nighttime

Morro: Lick his nuts, they have a sorta Mexican flavor

Kai: I need to be surrounded with seven beautiful naked women in order to sleep at night

Lloyd: You know how there's like a line between bravery and stupidity? Nya: Jay is that line

Jay: Disclaimer: I am an anxious bean

Wu: It’s not your fault but it is your problem

Cole: I can't keep a straight face anymore. It's gay now.

Lloyd: That was such a late reaction it could've been my dad coming back

Zane: DISCO PENIS

Kai: I wanna stand around and look GORGEOUS

Kai: I'm outrageously good-looking Zane: No you’re not

Lloyd: I admit when I'm wrong! Kai: Oh yeah. But I'm like never wrong!

All of the ninja, always: It would be so much fun to hurt a bad person

Zane: what state do I live in? Jay: depression

Kai: cool onesie... can I get inside it?

Lloyd: They call me Santa. I bring snow to the children.

Kai: Don't fucking giggle you little shit.

Nya: I will beat you with a meat stick

Cole: You moan more than the dumpster out back

Wu: Don't stick the plungers on your foreheads!

Garmadon: whY are you SMelLING the plungers?

Zane: How does one piss in a watermelon?

Lloyd: When I become 99 pounds I'm going to eat a pound of chicken nuggets so I can be 1% chicken nugget. It's indisputable.

Cole: It smells like SHIT. Like it smells kinda okay now, but it still smells like shit. So it's like. Perfumeshit

Jay: Your socks are untied

Lloyd: Morro can just molest himself

Jay: Can you please not get a fucking locker smaller than my self esteem

Zane: You be smellin your own shit soon Jay: I already do Zane: Get it? Cause your mom gay. Everyone: ...what?

Lloyd: My name's Lloyd and I wear shoes sometimes

Nya: Unlike Skylor, they actually like balls

Kai: Fuck fuck fucking fuck fucking fucktown

Jay. I’m about to go commit space heater in bathtub

Kai: Vaccines make you gay

Lloyd: It’s not because I’m Asian, its because I eat rice so much

Zane: Hi. I’m Zane. ... my dick fell off

Kai, to Lloyd: Your dad is my fuckbuddy. ... wait. Shit.

Lloyd: You didn’t miss. You hit me right in the fucking nipple.

Kai: Eat my dick

Nya. Bite off your own dick

Cole: Your face looks like you're trying to make your dick fall off

Lloyd: So we were sitting watching TV eating macaroni with a fruit roll-up soaking my feet in a trashcan

Jay: I’m gonna go commit visit Pompeii in time machine

Jay: How can spiders fall from the ceiling and just skrrrrt away

Kai: Because none of us can speak proper sentences

Kai: Hold on. I'm sending a meme. I can't fight.

Jay: Engulf your own dick

Jay: Please don’t have a Boston tea party in my back yard

Kai: Still it felt like I committed a minor crime in Iran with all the water in my nose

Jay: Sensei Wu, please throw scissors... I kinda wanna die

Kai: I got royally fucked

Jay: Get your meaty luscious legs

Jay: The fuck you mean take my pants off? They're always on! Cause no one wants me to take them off!

Lloyd, picking up a napkin and seeing food fall out: IT’S BIRTHING

Zane, threateningly: Give me your kidneys

The Overlord: Where is your technology stored?

Zane: I can balance my body on my boner and spin like a beyblade

Kai: My balls are not a muscle

Cole: So apparently I'm not the only one with asymmetrical balls. Lloyd: Wait actually? Cole: Well yesterday Kai gave us a very descriptive description of his balls

Zane, sarcastically: Gosh darn don’t you hate it when you're not allowed to bring your 5 dollar footlong subway to training

Lloyd: So he poked me in the back with a pencil and my third grade self was like, "BLASPHEMY"

Kai: You.... dickmuncher

Jay: We're playing infinity Life. It's like Life but the cars are infinity stones.

Kai: I could have divine gay sex and it would still be nohomo.

Cole, during some super serious training: Bake me into a pie daddy

Kai: a compliment sandwich, like this: I like your shoes, YOU SUCK, your eyes are pretty

Zane, to Lloyd: Don't KILL her! Too much paperwork!

Jay: Stop moving your butt. It's uncomfortable when you clench it

Cole: The STICK.. will be UP YOU! Kai: My ASS is your spot!

Jay, teaching Kai to roller skate: First, we master walking

Kai: I know I’m beautiful and perfect and amazing and huMBLE

Lloyd: I'm here for a good time, not a long time.

Cole: I'm allergic to emotions!

Zane: Yeet is not a valid Scrabble word

Kai: I love myself 3000. And you should, too. Love yourself, that is. Unless you wanna love me as well, cause that’s cool too.

Zane: Is doing drugs illegal

Lloyd: Post-traumatic stress? More like spicy memories

Jay: Be quiet so I can see

Cole: Why is my wallaber grinding its ass on the floor?

Kai: Whatever, my ass cheeks are balanced ... just as all things should be

Garmadon: IT WOULD BE SO MUCH FUN TO MAKE SOMEBODY THINK YOU WERE GONNA HIT THEM WITH YOUR CAR!

Sensei Garmadon: First of all, nobody says they're fine when they're good

Lloyd, getting himself a donut: A chocolate frosted donut for a chocolate frosted child

Nya, about Harumi: I just loathed her at first sight. Like your dad!

Morro, about Lloyd: He reminds me of a cucumber.

Cole, after becoming human again: I’m like Jesus... I thirst

Lloyd, sipping apple juice out of a shot glass: I'm just... done, ya know

Jay: Zane was eating my popcorn and I was like "hey that's my popcorn!" And he looks me dead in the eye and goes "surprise communism!"

Lloyd: I consumed a spatula

Jay: I almost burned down my house making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich

Zane, after Jay climbs on his back: Unmount me you heathen.

Kai: Yeah it's been such a dick-licking long time

Karlof: In Metalonia we do not have sister, we have brother with pussy

Zane: I want to delete my meatsack

Little Lloyd: At about 10 I was so hungry so I went to the med tent and pretended to be fainting so I got crackers

Garmadon: Before we leave I'm gonna sing a Disney song to attract all the females. Especially Misako

Jay, about to get sunburned: I know right, sunscreen is gross, you look like a glazed donut after you put it on

Cole: I like nuts but not that much. ... both kinds... I like my own nuts.

Zane: Hi I’m Zane and I’m the only one in this group with any form of common sense

Lloyd: Oh there's just someone throwing up over there! Kai: That’s hot

Cole, having a cashew thrown at him: I don’t want to swallow your nut ... I DON’T WANT YOUR NUT

Lloyd: My uncle is going to sacrifice my body

Kai: Okay. You ALL can eat MY ass

Lloyd: A picture will last longer than your family will

Garmadon: That last rep was like a hydroflask and this one was like a kleankanteen

Kai: I bet for a second he was like "oh my God they care about me"

Kai: Because no one would be ballsy enough, no pun intended, to whip his dick out and piss on a crowded bus

Jay: Fuck a duck Lloyd: Please just dont ..ff... a duck Jay: But the duck likes it. It goes quackquackquackQUACKAFLACK.

Lloyd: Digiorno? More like I'm fucking hungry

Lloyd: My socks are so wet tis but a small price to pay for salvation

Kai: No means no muchacho

Dareth after failing at spinjitzu: Now I'm just dizzy and my ass hurts

Zane: I said, Cole, don’t orgasm in public, it’s rude, and Cole started moaning as loud as humanly possible

Lloyd: Say cheese! Kai: Whiskey!

Jay: Who the fucking dammit

Jay: Spongebob square-nuts

Jay: Actual- ACTUALLY it WOULDN’T make me more of a smartass because my SMART has yet to be caught up with my ASS

Lloyd: I hate it when my foot becomes the itch

Kai: STDs are like pokemon, you gotta catch em all

Kai: Here y’all are like "I like them 'cause of how they hold themselves and whatnot" and I’m just like “GIRL PRETTY"

Cole: I hate it whenever my foot becomes the gay.

Kai: I’m shit at being a person, not a shit person.

Zane: Buses turn me on

Jay: No pissing in our VSCO hangout!

Lloyd: Are y’all on high?

Kai: Its gotta warm up to start lavaing, now it’s just lamping.

Kai, crying: When I was crawling through the sewer my hair got stuck in my knee pit and ripped out a chunk

Lloyd, deepthroating a plastic recorder: I’m blonde so naturally, I'm good at this

Kai: I’m depressed. I’m stressed. But at least I’m well-dressed.

Lloyd: Nom nom milk carton

Cole, playing Life: Give me children

Jay, on a Thursday: If Friday was a Tuesday, it would be today

Kai: We're eating lotion and calling it spicy butter ... it’s spiritually spicy

Kai: I don’t fucking know! I'm not a cheese wheel!

Zane: Beepbeep bitch what's that? My lie detector smells a lie

Lloyd: I aced two tests today! The PSAT and the rice purity test!

Pixal: I don't really get the phrase "dry as bones" because your bones are in fact, wet

Cole: Kai, Kai, we can draw you as one of those anime girls. With humungous eyes. Actually no, it doesn't matter what the size of your eyes are. But your boobs are HUGE.

Lloyd: Jay wants to become the Alpha hoe

Cole: STOP TOUCHING MY HEAD AND SAYING IT FEELS GOOD

Jay: Deli sandwich equals cold hamburger

Lloyd: How was your day? Cole: Good. I have pie dough in my water bottle

Jay: If we do that we can reach our minimum requirement which is our goal

Kai: You can taste the freedom in that nacho cheese

Lloyd: I lust for the crust

Garmadon: You dirty-minded fools!

Anyone, to Skylor: You sucked the fire

Lloyd: OHMYGOD WE GET TO COLOR WITH CRAYONS!

Nya: Not to be lesbian or anything... but DAMN

Jay: No means no in Spanish

Kai: Bro saxophone is literally the sexiest instrument alive

Wu: The only wrong answers are the ones I don’t agree with

Kai: Look, why do you need to be a bottom to suck someone else's cock?

Cole: Jay, you suck Jay: More so than you do? Kai: Wait... wait you mean like you suck at the game or you’re better at sucking than he is?

Kai: WE CAN WANT YOU SEXUALLY TOO

Cole: That's not kinky, that's just abusive

Lloyd: CAN WE STOP USING THE TERM “BLONDE BITCH”

Cole: That’s not how you do it! Straddle me HO!

Kai: I didn’t mean to kick you in the coochie! Jay, I’m the distance: Be genital with her!

Cole: Yeah, also Jay tackled me and then grabbed me in between his legs and Kai jumped on top and Jay smacked his ass and I tried to record so Kai tried to smack my phone out of my hand and missed and his finger went right in my eye so I rolled over screaming and they got up and threw pebbles at me

Cole: It sounds naked! Music!

Kai, to anyone after they say Wu seems chill: He looks like a big soft squishy man but he is not

Zane: On average, in order to feel happy, you need to be touched, (pokes Jay) 8 times a day Kai raises two fingers on each hand: I’m about to make you ALL happy" *every person at the table in unison scoots away*

Zane: You looked like lord farquad but in a cute way!

Jay, after getting a pizza shoved at him. The pepperoni sanitized my facehole

Kai: I am the WITNESS! VICTIM! And I will play ... the e x e c u t i o n e r .

#ninjago #incorrect ninjago quotes #incorrect quotes #lmao #s: my friends #the most these were edited were like #the names #and like #'band practice' to 'training' or something #yes I'm aware my friends and I are all crackheads #also peep the shameless self promo

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jeweloftheworld · 4 years

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“Get to Know”

By @cupcakegnome

I am so sorry to be answering this so late, I got the hospital job I applied for which has been amazing but it’s left me with little to no time to do anything sims-related. Anyhow, I was tagged by the ever-thoughtful @hystericallytragicsimmer! I really appreciate you tagging me and including me in the fun! :)

If you all are interested in getting to know more about me, you can do so below the cut :P

Your Name: Simblr-wise, I go by Jewel, which is actually one of my many nicknames. Some other notable nicknames I go by (depending on the person) include: Jules, Jay, Gia, and Miley. XD

Languages you speak: English and conversational Spanish, although I’m looking into taking classes to become more fluent.

Are you a mermaid: No, I like my legs too much, haha

Your play style: Primarily chaotic. On my old laptop, I literally had no true “style” and just played however I felt like. Before my laptop died, I began to try to play all of my sims in the order that they were “born” to create a legacy-style-type of play, but the gameplay was sadly lost not long after, although I was able to salvage the sims! ^-^ Now my play style is more rotational, or at least I’m trying to make it that way. I’m currently in the process of giving my families and their homes’ makeovers before I begin to play them, though, and my inner perfectionist is causing it to take forever...

Your selfsim picture: I once made a self-sim for TS2, but it was sadly lost, so I instead share with you all my TS4 self-sim.

Stories or gameplay, builds, lookbooks, edits or cc: I like to make stories for my sims based on gameplay I set up and things they do autonomously. I have some ideas and plans for several stories, but I haven’t found the time or nerve to begin them yet. I also really enjoy making and sharing cc, I love learning new skills.

Your favorite age state: I really enjoy playing all ages, but I suppose I have a newfound love for young adults. That age stage is so underrated and I feel like teens jumping straight to adulthood really miss out.

Your favorite season: Hard to say, I feel all the seasons have something fun to offer, but I probably love Fall the most.

Your favorite holiday: Definitely New Year’s Eve, dancing Baby New Year never fails to crack me up! XD

How was your day: Good, since I was able to catch up on sleep!

Your favorite career: City Planner! I just like the career reward, haha

Your favorite aspiration: I’m between Family and Pleasure, I actually like pairing them together a lot with primary/secondary aspirations.

Your favorite EP, SP or GP: Apartment Life and University are my favorite EP and Kitchen & Bath is my favorite SP.

How old is your simblr: I’ve only had my Simblr since August 2019, so 7 months old :P

Have you woohooed: Have you? 👀

Your favorite skill: Charisma! I love the sassy walk they develop XD

The size of your mods folder: TS2 (19.5 GB) / TS4 (3.42 GB)

Your 3 favorite mods: All of Cyjon’s, TwoJeffs’, BoilingOils’, and @midgethetree. My game wouldn’t be the same without their mods

Your interests (other than sims): Reading, hiking, camping, pilates, traveling, etc.

Your favorite sim (picture if possible): This is impossible for me to choose, but one sim I’ve really enjoyed playing this time around is Elle:

Which Sims games you have played (including mobile games): TS1/TS2/ TS3/ TS4/ The Sims Freeplay/The Sims Life Stories/A bunch of Sims DS games but I can’t remember all of their names

Propose a crazy scheme: EAxis realizes how amazing and relevant TS2 still is and creates a huge mega update available on Origin to fix all of the original issues of TS2 and incorporate a bunch of the TS3 and TS4 features and releasing this huge mega update FOR FREE. Schemes can’t get much crazier than that. XD

Best part of simblr: The community; honestly I love seeing other people’s cc and gameplay. It really stokes my own creativity and I love how many people are brought together because of this game.

Worst part of simblr: Well, the worst part of my Simblr, is how difficult it is for me to post regularly. I’m annoyed by my own infrequency, haha

What other games you play: Just Dance, Super Smash Bros., Mario Party, Lego LotR, Mystery games, Poker, Board Games, etc.

Other websites or accounts (origin, twitter etc..): I also am on Garden of Shadows, but I haven’t been very frequent on there, unfortunately

Are you single: I am comfortably single

#text post #tumblr meme #get to know meme #personal meme

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fart-gate · 4 years

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SG1

Season 3 episode 8

"DEMONS"

Notes by me

- "ah trees, trees and......more trees"

- Daniel hat

- "the stargate is still in use by someone"

"Or...someTHING....."

- what the fuck kind of lizard

- christians!!! *same as yelling Youths!!*

- wait how does tealc know about christians

- humans taken from medieval europe thru the antarctic gate. You know what this reminds me of an issue I have. Of all the other planets they have been to, most of them are ppl from thousands of years ago right? But from earth. But then they dont KNOW that they are from earth. So my question is wouldnt the ancestors who were taken pass down the information that they are from another planet? I'm just wondering why they didnt tell their kids and grandkids that they are stolen from earth

- tealc read the Bible . im imagining tealc in daniels office doing any research he can on earth in his free time❤ someone draw this pls

- "have you not read the Bible oniell?"

"Ive read some of it.....actually im listening to it on tape. Dont tell me how it ends"

- cough daniels choker cough

- *everybody scurries away when they see them* such a warm welcome

- Jack called him Danny ❤💗❤💗❤💗💞❤❤💞💞💞💞💞like a whore

- how does micheal shanks remember his lines hes says like 96 paragraphs per second

- oh goody they sacrifice ppl

- "the circle of darkness"

- "demons can take many shapes" if hes talking about goaulds hes right. They can pretty much take anything as a host

- head drilling time! "They didnt call it the dark ages bc it was dark"

- the unas sound is so cool. I think its a lions growl?

- "unas; uno. One!" I dont think the goauld are Spanish Jack

- jacks one job in his life is to tell anyone he meets the truth about the goauld

- this priest. what even is your voice . stop

- bro literally sniffs tealc ????

- A DOG!!!

- yes this mean priest is definitely not lying to you. No lies escape his mouth

- Jack straight up telling these ppl whats going on. My favorite thing he does. No bullshit right to the point

- ugly priest has goauld tech I'm calling bad guy

- Jack is the first one awake how

- wheres my beefcake jaffa

- Jack is regretting everything in his life ever

- Jack looking at tealc being tied up :( he cant lose him pls Jack has lost so many ppl

- why didn't it hurt when they pushed a red hot poker into his forehead???? Is it bc the scar is mostly gold?

- tealc is unaffected by any of this btw stony face

- daniel: "we'll go back to where we came from!"

Sam : "Hes innocent!!"

Jack: "YOU SONS OF BITCHES!!"

- sams tears on her face :(

- wtf?? Hey what is this. 911 my beefcake is drowning

- these people......are not the brightest

- this fucking guy needs to die I'm sick ok sICK of him

- "jack-"

"No"

- time to drill some holes in skulls!

- chicken pox was a death sentence in the dark ages I guess

- I would be accused of so many demons in my brain if I was born then. I make all the priests shake in their boots I make them tremble with fear

- is taking them back to the sgc a good idea. They seem prone to think everything is Satan so. Caution

- I would also like to oil up tealcs arms

- tealc:

- tealc walks up like What'd I Miss

- *screaming at stomach* "WAY TO GO JUNIOR!!!!!"

- ooohhh he was in kelnoreem. Thats why he had zero emotion as they tied him to a rock and threw him in a lake

- "next time Daniel gets the urge to help someone, shoot him" I would like to see it

- sacrifice the new arrivals !!!!!! Clearly logic is not a prominant trait in these people

- they look hot in chains dont @ me y'all know im a thirsty bitch

- *Satan himself walks up* "mornin!"

- love how they can communicate with Looks

- how did that knife attached to the chain not kill any of them while they fell down the hill. Unrealistic I'm calling the writers

- I'm sorry I had to take my earphones out with this priest. I hate the sound of chewing

- they didnt even show the unas catching up to them? They cut some scenes I guess

- did the priest finally die pls say yes

- did it go into that fucker or is it actually dead

- the priest: thank you!

Me: fuck off

- props to Jack for always shooting first

- "forgive me" no

- well thank god theyre burying the gate. No offense but I'm glad we wont see you people again

Whump under the cut

Jack Oniell whump: struck by lightening , passing out, caged, chained, chained to sacrifice alter, picked up by throat, choked, dropped on ground, noises , concern for tealc

Tealc whump: struck by lightening, passed out, blood and cuts on face, tied up, yelled at and ridiculed in the street, neck strap, hot poker to forehead (no reaction), drowned, 'death' , resurection , chained to sacrifice alter

Daniel jackson whump: struck by lightening, passed out, caged, chained, chained to sacrifice alter

Sam carter whump: struck by lightening , passes out , caged, chained, chained to sacrifice alter

(The chains on their wrists last throughout most of the episode)

🎶listening to Demons by Imagine Dragons🎶 for obvious reasons

#stargate season 3 #whump #jack whump season 3 #tealc whump season 3 #sam whump season 3 #daniel whump season 3

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anhed-nia · 5 years

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i just flaked out of the last session of a series of mycology classes that I signed up for this summer. this is extremely rare for me, as i typically torment myself with feelings of obligation that almost only amount to opportunities to feel bad about something. in this case, i also paid for the damn things, in an amount that turned out to be way more than they were worth. i had really high hopes for these classes; before i started my horticulture program, i was looking for opportunities to study mushrooms, but there didn’t seem to be anything in nyc besides a couple of social clubs. i follow a number of mycology organizations and farms online though, and i was thrilled when one of my favorites announced that they would be coming from upstate to teach a series of five classes in washington heights. during the introduction phase of our first class, i blithely declared that i was excited to do something that was more academic than just meetups with hobbyist groups. nobody disabused me of that idea, and they really should have.

washington heights is technically in manhattan, but for me it might as well be out of town. when the original schedule went out, it said we would meet in the afternoon, and i didn’t find out until shortly before the first session that we are actually starting at 10am. that got me up at ass o’clock to shower, gather my materials, and travel an hour and a half by train, bus, and kind of a long walk to get to the rec room of an apartment building where our first session. i realized i would be travelling a cumulative three hours for a three hour class, but i was still feeling pretty stoked. i didn’t develop a sense of dread until i got there, and saw that the room was empty except for the two organizers. they were playing reggae on a boombox and blazing a ton of nag champa, as one of them shuffled around the room barefoot waving a smudge stick around. i bit my proverbial tongue, trying to shelve my prejudices so they didn’t get in the way of the obviously awesome education i was about to get. a central coffee table was piled with all sorts of text books and dry specimens that i dove right into. i might have left right then, though, if i knew what i heard about an hour later, that they referred to this table as “the Altar.”

other people showed up as much as half an hour later, which annoyed me a little bit since i had woken up in the dark that morning to prepare for this. admittedly i don’t really understand the concept of fashionable lateness, but i felt like casually gouging 30 minutes out of a 3 hour paid event was kind of unfair. as it turned out, the instructor had failed to bring the equipment she needed for her powerpoint presentation, so we were delayed further while she tried and failed to scrounge up cables, and we missed out on visual aids and actual videos that probably would have been pretty useful. once we sat down and introduced ourselves, the second red flag popped up: a lot of the people in the room seemed to know each other. obviously that’s not bad in and of itself, but i could see what was happening. i was in the midst of a clique who were basically there to do what they would do under any other circumstances: listen to bad music, choke on incense, perform pseudo-spiritual rituals, and roll around on the floor. the difference between them and me, bigger than their intimacy and aesthetic values, was that i had paid [redacted] amount of money just to sit on the periphery of their fun hangout and listen to them sling rote revolutionary slogans and sociology jargon. some folks brought up important topics, like food sovereignty and mycoremediation, but we would never get deep enough into our topic to really address anything that interesting.

when it was my turn to talk, i realized that this was going to be an experience that i hadn’t really had since high school--my hair was wrong, my clothes were wrong, my speech was wrong, and i had been marked as a weirdo and an outsider. believe it or not, as an adult, i don’t much worry about what people might think about me, unless they force my awareness of it. i just figure i’m kind of different from a lot of people i encounter, and we can handle that with appropriate levels of polite distance. but, in the class, as the only person wearing black, and the only person in a collared shirt, and one of the only people who kept her shoes on and sat in a chair, it was impossible to ignore the discomfort people had with me. maybe it was also the fact that i failed to cite indigenous religions as part of my reason for being there, or to talk about “holding space” for healing or whatever. i actually went out of my way to be friendly and vocal, thinking i could alleviate some of the tension, but in some ways that seemed to make things worse. but i never thought i would have to worry about any of this; i mean call me crazy, but i really thought i was there to learn about fungi.

when the class finally started in earnest, my mistake became even clearer. A minor point of contention for me was the teacher’s casual snark toward the psychedelic community. i’m well aware of how bro-y that world can be, but i still thought it was kind of lame that she had to toss out barbs at drug nerds who refer to primordia as “pin sets” while doing a mean voice and rolling her eyes dramatically. maybe she felt like it was necessary to clarify that this would not be an entheogen-centric course, but she could have done better than to make fun of the way people talk. i say this because when she introduced scientific taxonomy basics, she mentioned “kingdom,” and pointedly followed it with the correction “OR QUEENDOM.” i can understand why we should challenge gendered vocabulary in non-gender-related areas, but it really made me feel like standing up and saying EXCUSE ME BUT YOU ARE USING VERY BINARY TERMS RIGHT NOW AND I WISH YOU WOULD ASSUME ACCOUNTABILITY FOR MAINTAINING A SAFE SPACE FOR EVERYONE. worse than that, when it came time to describe how substrate becomes inoculated with mycelium, she first used the correct mycological vocabulary, saying “the mycelium colonizes the soil”, and then added boldly, “BUT WE’RE NOT GOING TO USE THAT WORD.” this drove me absolutely insane. first of all, as with the kingdom/queendom distinction, she’s just making things confusing for people who are totally brand new to the topic and will absolutely need to know what the common contemporary terms are before they can make informed decisions about what kind of language they want to subscribe to later. secondly, this isn’t like the debate over reclaiming words like “queer”--”colony/colonization” is not a slur. it also doesn’t carry a moral connotation; even when we describe conquistadors colonizing central america, that doesn’t describe the inherent superiority of the spanish and inferiority of the indigenous peoples. colonization is the accepted description of a population of organisms taking over a certain area. i mean are we also working on changing the term ”ant colony” or even “artists’ colony”? is that a reasonable use of our collective political energy? and secondly, i agree that decolonizing thought is important. i remember the moment when, as an art history student, a professor taught us how to make a certain point by using the word “germinal” instead of “seminal”; i get the concept. but i don’t think that the problem of colonized thought is the use of the word “colonize” itself, and i don’t think that depriving us of the ability to describe colonization is going to help us identify and attack instances of...FUCKING COLONIZATION.

by the end of the first session...well, i couldn’t tell if it was the end exactly people had started milling around and snacking and talking about whatever, and considering our late start and just the general atmosphere of confusion, i wasn’t sure if i was supposed to wait for something else to happen. finally i just walked off, feeling pretty agitated. but, i clung to the idea that maybe further sessions would be of more value, that it was ok for the first class to consist of a bunch of shit i already knew as a result of casual interest, or could have easily looked up on wikipedia. future sessions were supposed to focus on field ID and foraging, and medicinal preparations and applications, among other things i’m ignorant of. i told myself that once the material became more stimulating, i would be naturally distracted from the dirty feet and elaborate yoga poses and insidery preaching-to-the-choir political language of my classmates, and would find myself engrossed finally in one of my favorite topics. probably i also just didn’t want to acknowledge how much money i had wasted.

what should have been the second class was postponed because the instructor’s van had broken down, which was totally understandable, although it kind of felt like par for the course considering the messiness of the previous session. unfortunately, it threw off the whole schedule, so we then wound up having two back to back days together, a regular saturday session, followed by an all-day foraging excursion that started earlier than usual and took place even further away than usual. i might as well have just gotten a hotel room up there for the weekend, but whatever, i sort of understood the risks when i signed up. the foraging session was what i was most looking forward to, and was the biggest disaster. i still hadn’t gotten the memo about how cool it was to show up as much as 45 minutes late, even for an event where we were supposed to meet up at a remote horse stable and then venture into the woods together. we didn’t get started until a least an hour, probably more after the 9am start. i’d been there since 8:50, and had to sit through an interminable playtime in which everybody did chakra-clearing breathing techniques and stretches, improv exercises and vocal warmups, and played some dumb hippy game where everybody tries to steal a stick from one another. my aforementioned sense of tortured obligation has caused me to submit to juvenile horrors like this in other circumstances, even though i thought adulthood was supposed to exempt me from this gym class bullshit, but i put my foot down this time, and sat about 25 feet away patiently waiting for the class to start, suffering some accusative glances.

the actual foraging we did was really fun, but being in the group was worse than ever. there was an excessive amount of anthropomorphizing going on, with all specimens described as “friends” that each student was encouraged to “meet” and “hang out with”, which resulted in a constant stream of high-pitched baby talk among us. i had been strongly warned against this anthropomorphizing mentality, both from a (fabulous, brilliant) druid-like arborist who taught my intro to botany class, and from the animal welfare community, all of whom correctly assert that projecting human needs and emotions onto non-human organisms is both delusional and actually dangerous for both people and the lifeforms around us...but whatever i guess. i had more immediate worries, because at some point, the baby talk gave way to improvised singing. it was brutally hot and dank in the woods, and the thrill of finding all kinds of different specimens was barely outweighed by the intense chagrin i felt as most of the group began stumbling through the creation of a hymn of gratitude to the mushrooms. sometimes we had to stop completely on the path so everyone could get in a circle and sing a round or three together. this was scheduled to be a 7 hour excursion, and by hour 3 i was seriously trying to work out at what point i would declare a family emergency or food poisoning and just run away.

part of the experience included a bit of a plant walk, led by one of the organizers who knew a lot about indigenous flora. this was sort of interesting in and of itself, and also relevant, since different mushrooms may grow on or near certain plants. but somehow, it still didn’t amount to a reasonable educational experience. half way through the hike, i noticed a classmate excitedly snatching up all the mugwort that she came across. she had been told by our guide about the many virtues of this “plant medicine”, a traditional cure-all for everything from epilepsy to PMS. what she hadn’t been told, evidently, is that mugwort is ferociously invasive, and practically impossible to get rid of. mugwort will choke out everything else around it, destroying the biodiversity that is necessary to support a healthy local ecology, losing us desirable plant life and starving out animal populations. i tried to tell her that she should be careful with that stuff, and avoid planting it in her yard if that was the fantasy, but she turned away irritably, clutching gnarled bundles of the sacred healer in her fists. it was a little thing, but somehow it really locked in the fact that i was in the wrong place. i hadn’t learned remotely as much new information about mushrooms as i should have in ~15 hours, and i had reason to believe that information we were getting could be less than reliable, or made unreliable by omission of other important facts. i had to get out of there. at some point we encountered a different mushroom group--a collection of appealing nerds in their 40s-60s called the Destroying Angels (after the deadly white amanita) who had accumulated a way cooler array of specimens than us, probably because they got started at a reasonable hour. i barely prevented myself from begging them to take me with them.

we returned to our spot near the parking lot two hours ahead of our scheduled conclusion, and as before, the situation devolved into a general hangout with no clear indication that the educational portion of the day was over. there were more songs and more games, and though i was coerced away from my boulder in the sun to join the group around their blanket, i managed to feign sleep long enough to get out of most of the activities. i was legitimately exhausted, at least.when i was thoroughly convinced that the lesson was over, i told everyone that i was too tired to continue and left, sparing myself an hour and a half of further agony.

ever since, i had been worrying about the final class. i absolutely wanted to learn about medicinal preparations and tinctures and home-growing techniques. but could it possibly be worth it? could i even be sure that the session would consist of more than what i had already learned from experience, and from unfairly maligned drug nerds on the internet? was i not too annoyed that the date of this class wasn’t even announced until four days ago, even though the class basically requires a day trip for more students than just me? by last night, the answers were perfectly clear. i let the group know that “something came up” without specifying, and bid them farewell, thanking them for their “inclusivity” among other things, which only i know is a joke. (at the end of the last i informed them all that i have ASD and don’t like to be touched, and i had the satisfying sense that they all realized that that was part of the reason i refused to join in their reindeer games) i’m vaguely concerned that i will have to deal with an annoyed instructor who literally owes me a bottle of tincture and growing materials as part of the price of the class, and who should really mail them to me now, but i can’t drag myself back to washington heights again just to avoid that nonsense. i don’t know what lesson i’m supposed to learn from this experience; maybe it’s enough to say that i don’t have to force myself to do everything i ever say i’m going to do, and also that in spite of the long way i have come from being an angry little punk poseur in college, i still hate hippies as much as ever. the end.

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ok wow don’t mind this being late of an intro bc i was out w my friend and have poor time management skills jdfks . i’m stuck at work rn so hopefully this intro has smth of substance in it for my boy hobgoblin boy charlie .. but yes !! hello all i’m cherrie and under the read more will be some info on my boy so sorry in advance if there’s any ramblings .. i just have a tendency to never shut up dsjfnk . but feel free 2 tap the lil heart if u wanna plot and i’ll pop over into ur im’s !!

brindle bay welcomes charles “charlie” kim the twenty-one year old podcaster. i kind of think he looks a lot like wong yukhei. they have been living in east bay suburbs for 5 years and i heard they are known to be amiable but also impetuous. when i think of them i think of unapologetic laughter, headphones hung around the neck, and a collection of pastel denim jackets.

STATS

full chinese name: jin ximen / americanized name: charles kim / nicknames: charlie / ethnicity: chinese & thai / sexuality: bisexual / occupation: true crime podcaster / spoken languages: mandarin, thai, english, korean & spanish / hogwarts house: slytherin

BIOGRAPHY

okie dokie so charlie ( born ximen ) is the youngest of the four kids between his parents born and riased in shanghai and their wedding was some big event bc both families were heavily affluent and prominent in their home countries

charlie’s dad hailed from shanghai, china where his family had a long lineage of old money and a 5 star international hotel chain that’s comparable to the four seasons .. meanwhile charlie’s mom is from thailand where her family has ties to the oil industry which is how they built their wealth .. their marriage was more political than anything and wanting to combine their wealth in industries the other was lacking in

as the youngest kid and the only boy with three older sisters, charlie never lacked a caregiver bc he was an adorable little boy who charmed whoever he met and though he was a little shit, his sisters loved him and helped raise him alongside a clan of nannies that his parents hired when they were busy off on different continents running their respective businesses

charlie definitely was more of a mommy’s boy in the sense that his mom made more of an effort to spend time with him bc as her only son, she held him on a pedestal and since she was a well known fashion designer, she often brought charlie to her studio and let him run wild in some of the garments and clothing that was in storage and whatnot

from this charlie had a lil mini modeling career ( lmao not really ) where he would do mock photoshoots with some of the models in his mom’s bridal collections and eventually bc he was adorable and everyone loved him, they dressed him in some mini tuxes and he appeared in some campaigns for his mom’s bridal collection

generally though charlie was an exuberant kid who often had more energy than he knew what to do with and that often had him getting in trouble at the expensive prep school his parents had him enrolled in . which he frequently was scolded by his dad for his hellion behavior jdsklafjd

so it was a constant push and pull between charlie and his dad in trying to calm down his son .. which wyd he;s just a happy go lucky boy hsalkjf but anyway charlie was eventually enrolled in a soccer club so he could wear himself out by running all the time and tbh it kinda worked .. but also charlie actually enjoyed soccer so it worked out

his dad really thought he did something by keeping his teenage son out of trouble and letting him build teamwork skills ig ... mainly bc he wanted his only son to take over the jin empire of their hotel chain even though charlie was like :/ .. and his mom was a bit :/ bc she knew charlie wasn’t the type who would want the weight of this empire on his shoulders even though his oldest sister was more experienced

but fun times for dad bc lit it’s w his soccer friends that charlie realizes that whatever heterosexuality is .. that ain’t him sdjldkjs but yeah he finds out that he’s into guys just as much as he’s into girls and he has a crush on one of his best friends on the soccer team w him

charlie was able to disguise his crush as a solid bro friendship around his dad meanwhile him and his friend were leaning on the scale of more than friends and 10/10 were making out whenever they were alone so yeah ... things were swaggy for the first three months until charlie’s dad came home early from his trip from new york and walked into charlie’s room to see him fooling around with his friend

so yeah ... things didn’t go great after that and the jin household was so painfully tense where his dad refused to go on any international trips and kept a strong grip on charlie and pulled him out of his school’s soccer team .. it was a tough time and definitely miserable for charlie despite his mom’s best efforts to help soothe him

nearly a month following The Incident ( as he dad refers to it as ) he announced that 16 year old charlie was going to live with his aunt over in america and it was an absolute shit show at the house when his dad broke the news but the next day charlie found himself on a direct flight from shanghai to brindle bay where his aunt lives with her american husband and son

the move was a big adjustment for charlie and it was here that he started going by charlie bc the kids at his new school couldn’t pronounce ximen . originally he was a bit standoffish and reclusive bc his english was still shaky and he had an accent so this combination of things made him a target of some shitty xenophobic bullies and it put him down for a bit

it was a dark period that charlie doesn’t like to think back on and relied on the friendship he established with his cousin and it was through him that charlie began to blossom in brindle bay and make his own connections and realized that his dad is a dumbass bc he essentially sent him away for being into men but lmao !! sike dad !! bc now he gets to kiss boys if he wants without the rope around his neck from his dad

it’s been five years since charlie has been shipped to brindle bay and he keeps in contact with his sisters and mother and has visited shanghai a few times for some holidays and lets his dad think him being in america has helped him become more sensible and learn responsibility

when he graduated high school his mom offered to have him come home but charlie decided he wanted to stay more away from his dad for the time beginning and enrolled in college and got his degree in communication studies

it’s when he’s in school that he starts up his own podcast where he just discusses true crime and paranormal stories and such just bc it’s always been an interest of his .. he started it with his close friend that was his first Official friend in brindle bay and they’re two years into and it’s growing a strong listening base on spotify and apple music .. for comparison sake it’s a mix of buzzfeed unsolved and my favorite murder

but yeah overall charlie is an easy going guy who is usually seen with a smile on his face and just v fun loving , charismatic and loves talking to ppl ?? comes off v flirty but that’s just who he is bc he has that kinda vibe .. sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s flirting bc it comes like breathing . he means well and is a soft boy who misses his family but is scared to go back home to china officially

WANTED CONNECTIONS

someone who helped show charlie around when he first came to brindle bay and maybe they built a friendship from it

someone who maybe helped him improve on his english when he first came to town and charlie is forever grateful to them and feels indebted to them for being there for him when he was self conscious and needed help

his first relationship .. p self explanatory but charlie and your muse dated for a bit and it was nice and sweet but things ended amicably between the two and they still remain friends

maybe one or two fwb’s that charlie respects their friendship and somehow their arrangement happened and things are going good and having someone on call when he’s feeling needy is a+ .. whether or not smth angsty can stem from this can be debated

his first friend that he made when coming to town and charlie’s podcast buddy !!

maybe someone who has a crush on charlie but he’s stupid and oblivious and his flirting that comes as easy as breathing doesn’t help the situation

a good influence

a bad influence who is helping charlie embrace more of his hellion ways hfskd

or even someone who knows of his family’s wealth back in china and is trying to finagle their way into charlie’s good graces and hopefully try to get a cut of it

#bb;intro #this is just me rambling off so uHH sorry for that #if u read all this i luv u

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Footprints

Birthday present for @bucky-babe who wanted some Ironhusbands so here we have a college AU (and a surprise AU very fun) also latinx Tony Stark. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Bucky!

Tagging @myspideysensesrtingling @starksnack @sbidermanstan @cptdcnvers @sleepyoldchild @spideysstark @bamboozledfucker @irndad @thors-bleached-eyebrows

warnings: some hints to Howard Stark’s A+ parenting

College. A terrifying time in any young person’s life, but even more terrifying if that young person looked like they were fifteen years old. Tony Stark, genius son of Howard Stark, at seventeen years of age is beginning his academic career at university, and the poor boy is fucking terrified. His father is too busy at some business meeting to help his only child move in, but his mamá is there with him, along with Jarvis to help him carry all his boxes in. Tony can feel his arms start to shake, and he can try to kid himself it’s from the weight of the box he holds in his arms, but deep down he knows it’s because he is about to shit his pants from fear. Sure, he’d gone to boarding school before, but this is different. Here, he is the youngest, a baby, and no one is gonna want to befriend a baby.

A gentle hand passes over his head, caressing his head of curls. “Mi vida,” his mamá whispers to him as they wait for Jarvis to shut the trunk. “Mi amor, calm down. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Tony lets out a cough, trying to calm his racing heart. Yeah, nothing to be afraid of, except, you know, bullies and shit. He’s seen movies. He knows what college frat bros are capable of. He just wants to be challenged… and also maybe he wants to get away from his bastard of a father, but that’s besides the point.

“You are going to do great things here, mi amor. I can feel it.”

He can feel a smile tug at his lips. “Gracias, mamá.”

It flows off his tongue like a river, his mamá’s native language that Howard refuses to allow under his roof. Maria wraps an arm around her son and runs her fingers through his thick brunette curls. She’s going to miss him as she always does when Howard sends her boy away. She’s left with an empty house all to herself; her husband is almost never home, not that she minds, but she misses when she could still hear her Tony’s laughter fill the cold halls.

“You’ll call me,” she says more than asks. He always calls his mamá.

“Claro. Who else are you going to complain to about the women in your book club?”

“Ay, why your father insisted I join those ridiculous women is beyond me.” Maria rolls her eyes. “The books they choose are boring, and all they talk about are their yachts or houses in the Hamptons.”

“You don’t want to talk about that?”

A laugh escapes her. Howard may paint her as some sort of Spanish nobility for the press, but that wasn’t her. She was Mexican born, Los Angeles raised, and she wasn’t used to the life Howard led when they first married. She still wasn’t used to all the bragging and pettiness that came with being married to a Stark. The only good thing to come from her marriage is her son. And her friendship with the Jarvis couple.

“Vamos,” she calls when the three of them manage to grab everything, “we have a dorm to see.”

Tony, he isn’t so sure what to expect from a college dorm, but whatever it had been, it definitely does not match up with what he sees when he opens the door. Whoever his roommate is, well… he’s a total slob. Tony can feel the crease form between his eyebrows as he takes in the set of footprints on their carpet. What asshole tracks dirty footprints on a new carpet?

“Oh, hi!” a warm voice greets from inside. “You must be James’s roommate!”

He’s being swept up in a tight hug. It’s warm, maybe even warmer than the hugs his mamá gives. He’s released, and he sees who had embraced him. She’s beautiful, that’s for sure, and her face is so kind, all laugh lines and dimples. She’s big, bigger than tiny Tony, and he loves it. She’s like some sort of goddess, completely different from mamá, and yet exactly the same. The love they carry in their souls just radiates from them.

“James!” the goddess yells into the bathroom. “James Rhodes, you get out here and meet your roommate!”

“Okay, Ma, there’s no need to yell. I’m only five feet away, you know.”

And there he is. An angel right before his eyes. Tall, dark, handsome--no, gorgeous. Wow, I am so gay, goes through Tony’s mind before he realizes, this is my roommate. You don’t hook up with your roommate, even if he is the most beautiful being Tony has ever seen in his entire fucking life.

“Hi,” Tony squeaks, his voice cracking in a way that just makes him want to crawl in a hole and live out the rest of his days like some hermit, “I’m Tony.”

“James,” the angel--his roommate--says, and his warm ass hand fucking engulfs Tony’s tiny one, and Tony wants to melt into the carpet right there. “It’s nice to meet you, Tony.”

The goddess, who Tony’s infers is James’s mother, holds out her hand to Maria and gives her a warm smile. “Roberta Rhodes.”

“Maria, pleasure to meet you.”

“This your husband?”

“Oh, no,” Jarvis scrambles to put down his boxes and shake Mrs. Rhodes’s hand. “Edwin Jarvis, I’m a, uh, family friend. Here to help him move in.”

“Your husband working? That’s understandable, Terrence is back home looking after our daughter while I get to help James get settled in.” Mrs. Rhodes lowers her voice and stage-whispers, “He was nervous to meet his roommate.”

“Ma!”

“But I don’t think there’s any need to be nervous. You seem like a good boy, Tony.”

“I, uh… I am?” He looks to his mamá for some guidance.

“James has nothing to worry about with Tony other than late nights and some skipped meals. Recuerde comer, mi vida,” Maria tells her son. “Hopefully they can look after each other while they’re here.”

They start unpacking, and Tony can’t get over the fact that his super hot roommate is the kind of guy to 1) wear shoes inside and 2) wear dirty shoes inside. Their carpet is absolutely covered in footprints, and while Tony isn’t a neat freak, it does kinda piss him off. But he can’t just call him out in front of everyone, can he? He’s actually a bit surprised Jarvis hasn’t said anything about it. But whatever, right? It’s the first day, and they’ve got a lot of stuff to move in, so it makes sense James would keep his shoes on, and Tony can always clean it up later… hopefully.

Although Tony hates to admit it, he cries when mamá and Jarvis has to go. He’s a baby, practically, and he’s being left on his own to take care of himself. He can’t do that! He has problems with sleeping and eating and just, well, taking general care of himself!

“You are going to be just fine,” Maria tells him as she cradles his baby face in her hands. “You are so talented, Tony, and I am so proud of you. So proud.”

Tony sniffles and looks up at her with glossy brown eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Of course, mi amor, I will always be proud of you.” She presses a kiss to his forehead and closes her eyes. “Te quiero, Tony.”

“Te quiero, mamá.”

Jarvis ruffles his hair and promises to write before he and Maria get in the car and drive off. Leaving him alone on the curb, fighting tears. He’ll be fine. Stark men don’t cry.

Tony and James fall into an easy sort of friendship, and Tony starts to feel more comfortable at school. Rhodey, what James has lovingly been renamed, still tracks in those goddamn footprints, but Tony can’t bring himself to call him out on it. Whenever he feels frustration creep up inside of him, he remembers what always happens when he tries to make his father listen to him, and suddenly he’s unable to say anything to Rhodey about his messy habits. So he keeps his mouth shut and his head down whenever he wants to say something. He can handle this.

His friends think he’s a fucking idiot for not just bringing it up. Well, they think he’s an idiot for a lot of other reasons, but they especially get onto him for this. Somehow, around a week into the semester, he managed to collect three mom friends: Carol, Pepper, and Natasha. He and Carol share a class together, but that’s not how she adopted him. No, it was outside of class, on the quad, when she and the other two girls were studying and talking shit, when suddenly this small boy was tripping over his shoelaces and his books were flying everywhere. They saw tiny Tony and adopted him on the spot, and now they made sure he actually ate, got more than two hours of sleep a week, and communicated with his freakishly hot roommate.

“Tones, if the guy keeps tracking in dirt, fucking tell him,” Natasha sighs as they’re lounging on Tony’s bed one Friday night. “It’s obviously bothering you enough keep bitching to us about it.”

“But what if he gets mad at me?”

“He’s the one being slob,” Pepper points out.

“If he gives you a hard time about it,” Carol says, “we’ll kick his ass. Now hold still.”

Carol had bought some new nail polish and wanted to try it out on Tony, claiming the red and gold would go perfect with his dark skin. It’ll totally pop, Tones, just trust me, she had said when she’d pulled out the bottles. So now he’s lounging between Natasha’s legs, her fingers lightly scratching against his scalp while Carol paints his nails and Pepper flips through a magazine.

“Where is your Adonis anyways?” Pepper asks. “He got plans?”

“I think he said he had a Smash Bros tournament with uh… Sam? You guys know Sam Wilson?”

“Yeah, he’s friends with Steve Rogers and that other guy with the man bun,” Carol answers. “Wait, Nat, didn’t you hook up with man bun?”

“Like, once. Okay, so it was twice, but what can I say? He’s got nice arms.”

“Thirsty.”

“Shut up, Pepper, so are you.”

“Wh-- no I am not, I am completely, 100% focused on classes, thank you very much! You have absolutely nothing on--”

The door swing open, and Rhodey walks in looking a bit winded. He waves to the girls and Tony before disappearing into the bathroom.

“...If he left a Smash Bros tournament, he isn’t worth it, Tones,” Carol tells him. “A quitter never makes an attractive partner, let me just tell you that right now.

“Hey!” Rhodey comes back in and smiles. “Sorry for interrupting your party, but I remembered Sam let me borrow one of his hoodies last week, and if I don’t return it tonight, he’s never gonna let me live it down.”

“Oh, was it the one hanging in the shower?” Tony realizes.

“That’s the one! I got salsa on it and had to scrub it out.” He grins at Tony, and the younger boy swears his heart skipped like five beats. “Anyways, I’ll be back in a few hours. Want me to bring you back some pizza, Tones?”

“That would be amazing, platypus, thank you!”

“Anything for my tiny Tony.”

The girls wait until he’s gone before turning back to their friend with wide eyes. He just looks back at them innocently.

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’?” Pepper says. “You just called him platypus, and he just called you his tiny Tony!”

“Yeah, we have nicknames for each other, so what?”

“Tony, it was the way he said it,” Natasha sighs. “We already know you’re in love with him--”

“I am not!”

“But, Tony, he sounded pretty fond of you.”

“People can be fond platonically! You are fond of me! And for your information, I am not in love with him.” He stands up, ignoring the annoyed shout Carol gives him when the nail polish gets smudged, and puts his hands on his hips. “I am not in love with someone who is completely incapable of taking off his dirty ass shoes before walking on the carpet! I mean, just look at how messy it is!”

The girls look down at the floor and are quiet for a few moments. Tony waits as they continue to stare at the floor and them give him a worried look.

“What?” he asks.

“Tony… there are no footprints on the carpet,” Pepper tells him.

“What the hell are you talking about? Are you blind?” He gestures to the carpet where he can clearly see a trail of footprints leading to and from the bathroom. “They’re right here!”

“Oh my god, you cannot be this stupid,” Carol laughs. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Yes!”

“Tones, if we can’t see the footprints you can clearly see,” Natasha says, “then have you considered he’s your--”

“If you’re gonna say soulmate, I’m just going to stop you right there,” Tony interrupts her. “There is no way someone like me could ever have a soulmate, let alone one like Rhodey.”

“And why do you say that?”

“Because… well… because I’m me. Tony Stark, the absolute fuck up! I mean, my own father can’t even stand to be in the same room as me for more than five minutes without telling me what a terrible son I am! Why should I be soulmates with someone as wonderful as James Rhodes?”

“There’s a lot to unpack here, but--”

“ANTHONY EDWARD STARK, YOU GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS THIS INSTANT! HE IS YOUR SOULMATE OKAY?” Pepper suddenly yells, causing the others to stare at her with wide eyes. “You can see his footprints, we can. There is literally no other explanation for this!”

“Pepper,” Carol hisses. She can’t just yell at Tony and expect everything to--

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, wow, did not actually expect that to work.”

“Well… you guys are like my moms, so. I listen to you.”

“He listens to you, well that’s just great,” Carol grumbles. “He doesn’t listen to me.”

“That’s because you’re just as reckless and stupid as him, Danvers,” Pepper says back. “Now, Tony, I want you to actually talk to James about this, okay? You know now that he isn’t just some asshole who likes to track dirt into the dorm; he’s your soulmate.”

“But I mean, do we really--”

“Don’t make me pull the full name card again, Tony, because you know I will.”

“...Fine. I will talk to him about this. Now, Carol, can you please fix my nails? I think I fucked them up.

Rhodey sneaks back into the dorm after midnight, trying hard to be quiet in case Tony went to bed. Of course, the little insomniac did not go to bed, and is instead sitting at his desk waiting for his roommate/soulmate. When he hears the door click shut, he turns on his desk lamp and swivels his chair, causing Rhodey to let out a shriek.

“Oh, fuck! It’s just you, Tones. You scared the shit out of me, man.” He can see Tony chewing the inside of his cheek as if trying to find the right words to say. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong, or at least I don’t think so, I just, uh. Fuck. Okay so basically… I think you’re really hot, and I have since we first met, and, like, that’s really weird because we’re roommates and I most definitely should not be thinking that, and then I noticed you kept tracking fucking dirt onto our carpet, but I didn’t want to say anything in case you got mad, because I don’t like it when people yell at me, probably because of like childhood trauma or some shit, I dunno, but then today Carol, Pepper, and Nat realized that you weren’t tracking dirt into the dorm, I just saw your footprints, which, you know, means we’re soulmates.”

“Wait… what?”

Oh, god, Rhodey didn’t know. “Oh, well, we’re--well I think we’re soulmates. Because I can see your footprints when no one else can.”

“Yeah, no I knew that.”

“You knew?”

“Uh, it’s pretty obvious when I can see your footprints, Tony, even when you’re not wearing shoes.”

“Well… why didn’t you say anything?” Tony could feel his chest start to get tight and his breathing pick up. “Oh, god, you don’t want me, do you? That’s why you didn’t say anything! Because, because you know I’d be a terrible soulmate, and you don’t want that, and you deserve someone way better, someone like Sam Wilson, because he’s so cool, oh god, who wouldn’t want to be soulmates with Sam Wilson, he’s like--”

Tony stops talking when Rhodey cradles his face in his warm ass hands, his entire brain going blank.

“Whoa, there, calm down, okay? I didn’t say anything because I thought you knew, Tony.” Rhodey lets out a laugh and shakes his head. “Hell, I thought we’ve been dating for like a month now!”

“...what.”

“Yeah, you started calling me Rhodey and platypus and honeybear, and we’ve been cuddling and holding hands, so I thought you knew! Oh, god, this is so embarrassing! I totally thought we’ve been dating!”

“Well, I… I mean, we could, uh, well, if you wanted to, I wouldn’t object to us, like, actually dating. As in we both know we’re dating.”

“Oh you wouldn’t, would you?” Rhodey asks with a smile. “Well, would you object if I were to kiss you right now?”

Oh my god, he wants to kiss me!

“I mean, if you really wanted to.”

“Oh, shut up, Tones.”

“Why don’t you make m--”

Rhodey leans down to kiss him before Tony can finish his snarky comment, and Tony does not mind one bit. Because Tony has never felt anything as fucking perfect as kissing Rhodey. His whole body grows warm as Rhodey wraps his arms around him, and Tony practically melts against him when he feels Rhodey’s fingers gently tug on his curls. He’s kissing his soulmate, and his soulmate is fucking James Rhodes, his platypus, his honeybear, his Rhodey.

#hope you like it!#i attempt to write #ironhusbands

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theinsideoutmermaid · 5 years

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Chapter 2: Nakia

Marvel high school AU

Words: 2467

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The second hand of the clock had never moved slower, and Nakia’s foot had never tapped faster. She stared at the offending hand, willing it to throw off the soporific influence of 8th period AP Spanish. It wasn’t that Mr. Coulson was a bad teacher, exactly; he was just kind of bland and anyway, getting through any eighth period class when you had something exciting after school was like trying to swim through molasses. A lifetime ago, there had been two minutes left in class. Now there were thirty seconds. Nakia tuned out Coulson’s re-explanation of cláusulas con si and bounced her leg ever faster.

“Now remember, everyone: hubiera goes with habr—” Thankfully, the blaring end-of-school bell drowned out the rest of his sentence. Nakia sprang up, throwing her bag over her shoulder. She was the first student out the door of X108.

Weaving skillfully through the hordes of students filling the halls, Nakia forced herself to take several deep breaths. Her fingers still tapped a swift rhythm on the strap of her bag, but her mind felt a little less cluttered. It’s going to be okay, she told herself. Nakia paused in front of one of the hall bulletin boards while the sea of students continued to surge around her. There it was: her flyer.

She had put them up a week and a half ago, and she knew every word by heart, but she reread it anyway. Yep, all the right information. Today was supposed to be the easy part, the part where everything was out of her hands and she just had to wait and see who showed up. The hard part, technically, was planning out initial activities and asking the notoriously intimidating Ms. Carter to be the staff sponsor. Nakia had been only a little scared to approach Ms. Carter. She had had her for AP US History last year, and the teacher liked her and was also a fierce advocate for human rights. So, no, that actually wasn’t too hard. The real nerves came from awaiting the student response. LHS students were generally nice kids but also shockingly ignorant and complacent. They were good about supporting local charities and food pantries, and pretty much nothing beyond that. And that’s what I’m going to change, thought Nakia as she arrived at the door of Q124. She straightened her colorful skirt and headwrap and then marched inside.

So far the only inhabitants of the room were Ms. Carter, impeccably dressed as ever in a pantsuit, and Pepper Potts, president of the Student Council and Nakia’s best friend. Pep turned at the sound of the door opening, ginger ponytail swishing with the motion, and she grinned when she saw Nakia.

“Thanks for coming, Pep,” said Nakia, slinging her bag onto a nearby desk.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” In one look, Pepper seemed to discern everything that was going on in Nakia’s head. “And I’m positive that it won’t just be me. I heard Steve Rogers convincing the rest of the Boy Scout Bunch to come during lunch. And where Steve goes, Bucky Barnes follows, so you’re guaranteed at least two other members.”

“Rogers, huh? I guess this is the sort of upstanding thing that he would do,” Nakia said, feeling a little bit pleased.

“I always thought Steve was like a cartoon,” mused Ms. Carter, a smile playing on her ruby-red lips. “Not in a bad way, of course, he’s a wonderful kid. It’s just that he’s so all-American that you almost think he’s made up. Top it off with that hair and those eyes—”

“--And you’ve got a boy straight from a World War Two recruitment poster. I know exactly what you mean,” said Pepper, laughing. “I went to elementary school with him, and he was like eighty years old even then. He called all the teachers ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’ and always looked so solemn.”

“He sat next to me in English sophomore year. He’s nice,” said Nakia. And cute, mouthed Pep. Nakia rolled her eyes.

Changing the subject, Nakia said, “I made a Powerpoint for today. Is it okay if I pull it up on your computer, Ms. Carter?” As Nakia logged into her account, the door banged open, letting in a small stream of students led by — Thor Odinson? No way. There was no way that Thor Odinson, the blond giant, the boisterous partygoer, He of the Bajillion Varsity Letters, was joining her Human Rights Club. And yet, there he was, dwarfing the tiny desk chair he had chosen as a perch. Following him were Steve and Bucky, plus Sam Wilson and Rhodey, rounding out the Boy Scout Bunch. Pepper chatted them up immediately, because she was a master of small talk that didn’t feel like small talk, and Nakia was left to her thoughts. Her thoughts were as such: Wild. Maybe she should have brought snacks.

She glanced at the clock. It was 3:25, ten minutes after school ended, so it was probably about time to start the presentation.

“Hi everyone,” she yelled, which was necessary because Thor spoke at volume level 30 at all times. They quieted and turned to look at her. “Hi. Um. I’d like to thank you all for coming to the first meeting of Human Rights Club. I wanted to start off today’s meeting with a presentation showing some of what we’re—”

But the door flew open again, and Nakia stopped her speech to look.

“Hi. . .” Standing in the doorway was T’Challa. He was smiling at her in a weird frozen way, and he hadn’t moved out of the doorway.

“Hi?”

“Oh!” He blinked and seemed to realize what he was doing. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I had to tell my coach that I was going to be late to practice, but I guess that made me late coming here, so. . . my bad.”

Nakia reassured him that he was fine. “We hadn’t really started yet. Please, take a seat,” she said, gesturing to the assembled desks and trying to ignore Pep, who was clearly trying to communicate something through intense eye contact.

“So anyway, I made this presentation to show some of what we’re up against as a Human Rights Club, and what we are obliged to do as citizens of the world.” She clicked the remote. “This is a picture of a mother and her child. The woman is crying because her husband, a fourteen-year resident of the US and well-respected employee at the local grocery store, has just been deported to Mexico. He was the breadwinner in her family, and with no other relatives in America, she has no way to either support her son or take care of him during the day while she works. Her name is Maria. There are hundreds, thousands of other Marias, dreamers in America who work hard and yet have their dreams stripped away.” Nakia could feel the power building in her voice. This was what she knew. This was what she was passionate about. This was her mission. By the end of the Powerpoint, her small audience was looking subdued and concerned.

“Well. I can see that I’ve made an impact on you. I need you guys to take that energy that you’re feeling and put it to good use. The world may look bleak, but there are so many good people in it, and so much we can do to help. I want Human Rights Club to have three main tasks: education, fundraising, and volunteering. Educating others is just as important as taking action ourselves.Yeah, Pep?”

Pepper, who had been raising her hand, cleared her throat. “I thought we might include one or two foreign or global organizations when we vote for The Drive this year. We’ve always chosen local ones before, and that seems so. . . small-minded now.”

“That’s really great, Pep!” The Drive was the school’s massive annual charity fundraiser, led by Student Council — and therefore, by Pepper, the president. The whole community got involved. Last year they had raised upwards of $200,000. “That kind of support for one of our charities would be. . . incredible.The only problem would be getting the student body to vote for it.”

“You need a good video,” said Rhodey, speaking up for the first time. “I’m pretty good at editing. Sam’s in my film class, too.”

“Show it in homeroom before the vote,” suggested Sam.

“I would vote for it,” said Thor.

Nakia smiled. “Thank you, Thor.”

“I think all you’d have to do is say you voted for it, and then we’ve got the rest of the football team in the bag,” said T’Challa, grinning. “Those people listen to you.”

“And you,” muttered Bucky. “What? It’s true. People like you. And Pepper. They’ll do it if you do.”

“Well, as StuCo president I can’t exactly show any bias, but I’m sure you boys can work some magic,” Pepper said.

“Do people even vote for these things?” interjected Sam. “I mean, I’ve never done those stupid surveys — sorry, I guess,” he said, shrugging at Pepper. “Kinda didn’t care because we’d be end up doing something nice or good or whatever no matter what I voted. Lotta people feel the same way, I’m pretty sure. Sorry. Again.” Pepper continued to look a little crestfallen.

“Well, that’s not right, is it?” said Steve, speaking up for the first time. “The Drive is supposed to be democratic. It’s supposed to represent a cause that we, as a school, feel passionate about. It just doesn’t work— it’s not authentic if people don’t put in their due effort.”

“Chill out, bro, this isn’t the United Nations.”

Ms. Carter, until this point, had been observing the proceedings with a small smile. “No, indeed, Sam, but I think Steve has a point. Let me just say this, at the risk of sounding pretentious or overly dramatic: At this point in time, our country is suffering from negligent and honestly rather lazy citizens. People say they don’t like the direction our country is headed, they don’t like the immigration policy or the trickle-down policies or what have you, but they refuse to do anything about it. I was shocked at how many of my own colleagues didn’t even vote in the last election. The students here do have opinions about causes, but are content to let that be it. There’s a general belief that regular people are powerless. It’s important to teach them — you — that your actions can be impactful. So Steve is right: we need teach students to contribute now in order for them to continue contributing in the future,” finished Ms. Carter.

“Why not do it on paper instead of on the computers?” suggested Thor. “Homeroom teachers can pass out slips to everyone and collect them at the end.”

Pepper chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully. “I think that’s a good idea, actually. It’s easier to hold people accountable.”

“I guess I would feel bad handing in a blank slip,” admitted Sam. “It could work.”

“Well,” said Nakia. It was now 4:12, and she had planned to only go until 4:15. “This has been a really great first meeting. I want to thank you all again for coming. Honestly, this was a much better turnout than I could have hoped for, and you guys have some great ideas that make me really excited for the rest of the year! Pep, when’s the vote scheduled?”

“In two weeks.”

“That might cut it a little tight, but I think we can do it. We’ll choose our organizations next week, and then Rhodey and Sam — can I count on you for the video?” They nodded assent. “Awesome. Thor and T’Challa will be our promoters. Okay! See you next week everyone, and thanks again.”

Pepper stayed behind with Nakia while the boys filed out of the room. “Nice job, babe,” she said with a smile.

“Thanks,” replied Nakia, feeling a matching grin tugging at her lips, “and thank you Ms. Carter for sponsoring us.”

“It was my pleasure, Nakia,” said Ms. Carter, as she slid her purse onto her shoulder. “I think you have something amazing in the works.”

It was with a new spring in her step that Nakia followed Pepper to the parking lot. On the way, they discussed possible organizations, the logistics of a paper ballot — Nakia was also on Student Council — and the surreality of having Thor Odinson in her humble club. Pepper glanced up and stopped suddenly. Laying a hand on Nakia’s arm, she said, “You know what, I just realized I forgot something in my locker.”

“Do you want me to wait for you?”

“No, go on ahead. See you tomorrow, love you!” Her voice was suspiciously bright.

“Bye,” Nakia called after her, watching the perfectly curled ponytail shrink into the distance. There has to be something up with h— oh, there we go. On one of the benches next to the front door was T’Challa, and he was staring right at her. There was no way to pretend she hadn’t seen him, so Nakia hitched an awkward smile of greeting onto her face and continued on her way to the parking lot.

“Nakia!” he said, standing up at her approach. She took a deep breath and stopped, wheeling around to face him. He’s really handsome, said the voice in her head that belonged to Pepper. Dammit, said the voice in her head that was her own. T’Challa had started to speak: “I, um, I just wanted to say that your presentation today was really. . . impressive. I had no idea you know so much about all that stuff, and it’s really cool how much you care. It shows. And. . . it makes you. . . I think you looked really strong up there.” His face softened into a charmingly shy smile. Flustered, Nakia’s fingers flew to tug the edge of her headwrap. Her face was too hot.

“Thanks. . . um. . . I really have to go do, uh, homework now, so ummmm. . . see you next week, I guess,” she stuttered, and she fled from the lobby into the parking lot. Safely in her car, Nakia buried her face in her hands for a moment, then scrounged in her backpack for her phone. She pulled up her text thread with Pep.

Nakia: PEP CALL ASAP WHEN YOU GET HOME I AM THE MOST EMBARRASSING HUMAN BEING ALIVE

Pepper: ;) ;) ;)

Nakia: dont wink at me you witch

Nakia: I just ruined my life

Pepper: :D

Pepper: babe he liiiikes youuuuu

Pepper: but ok we’ll save it for facetime. u gotta tell me Everything tho.

Nakia: there isnt that much to tell but ok i promise. God im so pathetic.

Pepper: not too pathetic for TCHALLA the KING to have a CRUSH ON YOU

Nakia: stOP!!

#marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #nakia #pepper potts #tchalla #black panther #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #high school au

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How is living in Europe while being latine? I want to get my master's degree (in the future) somewhere around Europe because there are more choices for what I've chosen as my career, but it's also scary at the same time, being in a foreign country by yourself and all that. Do you have any advice on it? Any wisdom for your fellow latines?

Hey, sorry it took this long to reply, it’s been kind of a crazy week haha.

Okay so first and foremost I don’t think you should be scared to live here as a latine. There’s actually a rather big latine community here, as far as I have seen. Now, to be fair, I live in Barcelona which has two advantages: 1. Spanish language. 2. Big cities usually equal a big multicultural mix.

In the time I’ve been living here, I’ve met and hung out with argentinians, colombians, peruvians and mexicans, you also see them (and hear them mostly because accents) in the streets, the metro, the shops, the restaurants. We are everywhere. The amount of argentinians didn’t really hit me until the World Cup was going on and I joined some friends to watch the match at a sports bar and around 300 people gathered to shout and cheer and celebrate together. The small peruvian restaurant right below my house is family owned and was also the meeting point for them as they celebrated their first World Cup in decades.

My point is, we are everywhere and you can find us and it is beautiful. Europe is rather multicultural and colorful and exciting and I think doing a masters here is always a fun way to broaden your horizons.

When I’ve gone to other countries around here I’ve never found any issues with existing as a latine there either. At least no more issues than you’d find anywhere else in the world.

There’s always going to be closed minded and bigoted people that believe their nationality/race/money makes them automatically better than others, and we should always be watchful and aware that we still exist in this world as people of color (even though that fact can be easy to forget when you live in a latine country and everyone around you is technically poc too, coming to Europe certainly makes you more aware of your non-whiteness in both good and bad ways).

Some Cons of living in Europe as a latine?

People will act like you’re always too loud. We kinda are, but not that much, you know?

Most europeans have no idea how to dance at clubs the way we do.

The Food. You’ll miss your local food so much. Even if you find a good restaurant, there’s a chance it’ll be like texmex or a weird version of the food you know and love twisted to fit european blander taste standards.

Tourists. Ugh.

The odd racist european old person that acts like you come form an uncivilized country and say stuff like “well I don’t know how they do things there but here…”

The odd racist european young person who will either call you “exotic” or think it’s funny to ask if in your country you have cars/tvs/internet. Yes. Yes, I’ve actually heard this question a lot, though more so 5-10 years ago and thankfully the internet has drastically slowed that kind of ignorance.

“Oh so is it like in Narcos? I love that show!” And other forms of glorifying latinamerican violence and stereotyping us based on that kind of media.

Generally, most of this things would probably happened in other places of the world too. Like I said above, living in Europe after having lived in a latinamerican country mostly makes you that much more aware of your roll as a nonwhite people. You are suddenly not seen as the standard. Even white-passing peeps might find people’s attitudes change once they hear you speak in your own accent.

If you’ve lived abroad or were born in a non-latine country, maybe you’ll already have experienced all this things, in which case Europe will probably not be that different for you.

Oh, also people here are like super sold out in the “first world countries are safe” thing and like they are so sure no one’s gonna steal anything from them and the government/police will always be on their side and I mean technically it’s nice but as a latine it feels just very naive?

Shit, also the coin change. Life here can be rather expensive, especially if you’re not earning in euros. I try not to think how much everything I pay would be in pesos because “el que convierte no se divierte”.

Pros of living in Europe as a latine:

Because people can’t dance here, suddenly you’re seen as the most coordinated and fun person in the club even if you were just an average dancer for your latine friends’s standards.

The Food. You might miss your food, but oh god the local things here are so good too. Coffee is delicious and strong, bread is so good pretty much anywhere here, wine is great, they have great chocolate, and like italian food? fondue? spanish rice? german sausages? all good. Oh, also beer!

The culture: old stuff, museums, new stuff, book presentations, street concerts, galleries, etc. So much culture.

The safety. Like, dude, the safety. I know I literally just called europeans naive, and I still kinda think they are, but bro being able to walk home at night as a woman is fucking surreal to me??? Like, you still have to be vigilant and watch out for pickpocketers and stuff but there’s a sense of calm and safety in walking in the streets here that really eases the ever present underlying vigilant state we are used to as latines. It’s just nice.

Public transportation??? Buses are nice and not cramped to inhumane levels? The metro is awesome to move from one side of town to the other in minutes? The trains get you to other places of the country in like no time and they are so much fun! I just love european public transportation, especially coming from a town where you need a car to get pretty much anywhere.

Education is great and at a very high level and if you’re planing to come here to study I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful experience and learn a lot and yeah clases here are often more demanding but it’s generally so cool and you get to learn from a perspective from a whole other side of the world in topics you love.

The people are great and nice and welcoming (excluding the odd assholes mentioned above). I’ve always felt welcomed here, people are really interested about hearing about your culture, your food, your country, your customs. Almost everyone is willing to help you get around, find your way in town and enjoy their city as your own.

Most bigger european cities are very multicultural and the people who live in them are used to this, so they are ready to welcome outsiders into their lives and usually open to listen to all kinds of points of view in life.

Okay, so this just got very long and ramble-y and I realize I’m probably not making that much sense, so here’s the last thing I’ll say:

It is an experience. It has good and bad sides, like everything else, but in the end coming here to study —in a place that’s so different to your own in culture and history— is a crazy adventure in which you’ll discover more about the world and, more importantly, more about yourself. I understand doubt and fear when it comes to a decision like this, it’s a big choice after all, but my advice in the face of fear is always this: be brave, take a chance, let yourself live it and enjoy it and face the good and the bad. Whatever your experience is, you’ll grow from it. That’s what it’s all about.

#sofia's nonsense #jeez this got long and confusing and I'm sorry lmfao #dreamsofgoldandbooks

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intoxicatingimmediacy · 6 years

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How Daveed Diggs and Rafael Casal Got Their Movie 'Blindspotting' Made After 10 Years

Six years before Daveed Diggs made Thomas Jefferson cooler than any history teacher thought possible in the musical Hamilton, he was huddled over a pirated version of the screenwriting software Final Draft with his best friend, Rafael Casal. A producer had offered Casal a movie after seeing his slam poetry on YouTube and HBO’s Def Poetry. Casal brought Diggs star on board, and right away they knew what the subject had to be: their city, Oakland, California. In 2009, that topic was weighted with tragedy. “Oscar Grant was murdered at Fruitvale Station, blocks away from where I was living,” says Diggs, referring to the unarmed black man shot by a white police officer on January 1 of that year, an incident dramatized by Ryan Coogler in his 2013 film Fruitvale Station. At that point, says Diggs, “you couldn’t write about Oakland without talking about that.” But unlike Coogler, Diggs and Casal intended to charge their politics with dark humor. “So many comedies ignore race except when it’s funny,” says Casal. “We wanted to write a buddy comedy without ignoring the world these guys live in.

In January, Blindspotting debuted at the Sundance Film Festival, starring Diggs and Casal; six months after that, on July 27, it will open nationwide. And that’s exactly eight years after the duo expected the film to be made. Diggs laughs: “As I learned,” he says of their crash course in the film business, “you can have a movie fully green-lit, ready to go, and then it disappears.”

The producers, Jessica and Keith Calder, had originally offered the two a $300,000 budget to shoot on DSLR cameras; they even had a director, Jonathan Levine (50/50), signed on. But the Calders had just launched a production company, Snoot Entertainment, and they kept getting pulled into outside-funded projects. After three false starts, says Casal, the heartbroken writers told the producers, “We don’t even want to talk about this movie anymore. Let’s move on.” The persistent Calders, however, came back to the project in 2015. This time, Diggs was the roadblock. He had just signed on to do Hamilton, which debuted off-Broadway. He remembers telling the producers, “I’m sure it will only last three months.” A year later, the musical was a record-breaking Broadway hit, earning Diggs a Tony and a Grammy for his two roles (Jefferson and the Marquis de Lafayette). In February 2017, as Moonlight won best picture at the Academy Awards for its depiction of a black gay man’s coming-of-age, Casal drunk-texted the Calders something along the lines of: “We could have had a Moonlight.” The Calders jumped back in. “This was the beginning of Trump’s America,” says Casal, “and we all got reinspired.”

At that point, like many in the original cast, Diggs had left Hamilton, but the rising star’s new management team had to sign off on the script. They did, pending a massive rewrite, due in two months. Diggs was busy with acting—guest roles on TV and the Julia Roberts film Wonder —so it was left to Casal. The basic plot stayed the same: Collin, a convicted felon with a gentle demeanor (played by Diggs), is determined to get through the last three days of his yearlong probation without incident. Miles, his white, hot-headed best friend (Casal), is eager to stir up trouble. Early on, Collin witnesses a white police officer fatally shoot a black man. He tries to bury what he saw, but it eats away at him. What changed, says Casal, was how the aftermath of the shooting played out. “Over 10 years, that conversation has evolved so much,” he says. “When we started the script, there were protests in the street when something like that would happen. Now, nothing.”

“The momentum behind movements like [Black Lives Matter] has been tough to sustain,” says Diggs. “We thought a lot would change, but it didn’t.” A big protest scene was dropped. “Now, Collin is the only person affected by the shooting,” Diggs says, “with no response from the city. And once word gets out that the black victim was a felon, suddenly he’s not perfect enough to warrant protests.”

Production began in June 2017. Casal chose a friend, Carlos López Estrada, to direct. Casal sent him references for the Oakland he and Diggs wanted to see, “like Whoville: big cars, big hats, big sunglasses, bright shorts.” Casal’s highly stylized vision borders on surreal. “Oakland is a place like nowhere else,” he says, adding wistfully, “Well, that was more true when we were growing up.”

The Bay Area tech boom, which pushed real estate prices into the stratosphere, means the once–predominantly black and Latino city is gentrifying. Collin and Miles resent the young hipsters moving in, but Miles is particularly incensed—as well as desperate to prove that, despite his skin color, he’s not one of them. When he and Collin attend a housewarming party, it’s not the tech-bro host Miles punches in the face but a black Oakland native who accuses Miles of cultural appropriation. “When I’m back home,” says Casal, who lives in Los Angeles now, “I’m aware of the glaring hostility between presumed locals and presumed outsiders—and I say ‘presumed’ because no one is actually checking. We’re just using race as a placeholder for knowing who’s from there and who’s not.” Misinterpretation aside, the screenwriters tend to side with natives. The privileged white newcomers in Collin and Miles’s world serve, in part, as comic relief, but as Diggs notes, in real life, gentrification “is more complicated than painting bad guys.”

He knows because when he moved to New York City for his role in Hamilton, “I lived in Washington Heights and disappointed people every day because I didn’t speak Spanish. That was a moment for me to learn something and be—to the degree that I could—part of a community that had thrived for a long time before I got there and will continue for a long time after I’ve left.” As much as Diggs tried to be sensitive, “it’s hard to walk around thinking that way every day,” he says. Similarly, Blindspotting is attempting to show that “in any given situation there’s something you’re missing, through no fault of your own. We’re not intentionally trying to offend anybody,” adds Diggs, “but if you’re offended, maybe you should ask yourself why."

The first scene the two friends wrote, back in 2009, comes toward the end of the film. Collin challenges Miles to use a racial slur. Miles refuses. It leads to a confrontation that’s been percolating: Miles gets away with his antagonistic behavior because he’s white, while the more cautious Collin is stereotyped as a thug because of his skin color and dreadlocks. For Diggs, it was the hardest day of the shoot. “It’s the only time I thought, Damn, this would be a lot easier if I wasn’t acting with my best friend,” he says. “We’d meet up after each take to hug it out.”

#blindspotting #daveed diggs #rafael casal

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thepowerofvernacular · 3 years

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The Power of Vernacular

Once I came to college, I met people from all over. People from the west coast, the south, and from different places in the north, other than my hometown, Philly. At first, we all spoke to each other in traditional English, but as we became more comfortable with each other, we all blended, like a melting pot.

We all developed a kind of English that outsiders would never understand. We were perfectly in sync, we got each other so easily, and they were the easiest people to talk to. Since we are the only ones to understand each other, we saw each other almost everyday. This was the friend group that got to see the most raw side of me, and we understood each other's weirdness and odd sayings that different people may not get. We all brought different sayings to the table, and we all adapted to it and made them even have new meanings. Granted, it is mainly trendy sayings or viral video references, but it meant and still means a lot to us. It made us feel like our own little club.

Especially when living in college dorms, you meet a lot of new people and other suite mates tend to have different friends come over, with their own lingo and way of communicating. Even when you hang out with different groups, it is so easy to hop onto what others are saying, as quickly as a flea jumps from person to person. There’s this one other group that we see at our suites often. We all refer to them as the “Dude Bros.” As you can guess, they say “dude” and “bro” so often that it's routine for us to call them that, and we even noticed they have a name for us too: The “Miss Girls.”

Until now, I've never noticed how much our vernacular impacts me and my relationships. It gives us a sense of bonding, security, and belonging to the group. Just saying one little word can make us go into a fit of laughter, and turn our whole day around.

We also use a lot of our cultural influences and languages to speak to each other as well. Since we are all different from each other, we also use this as an opportunity to learn from each other. One of my friends is from the Dominican Republic and is fluent in Spanish. Often, when we are baffled by something, we always say “Comó se dice….WTF?” or other silly things like that, signaling whatever just went on was surprising. Or even my other friend, who speaks French, we can all know what mood she's in when she's speaking it (usually upset about something). Even myself for example, whenever I use the word “Jawn”, which originates from Philly and is basically synonymous for every word in the English language, I’m usually pissed off about something.

When it comes to talking with my friends back home, I always feel that hesitation in what words are going to come out of my mouth. Since I’m so used to being with my friends at college everyday, most words that we say have a tendency to just slip right off the tongue, even when I don't want it to. Oftentimes, I accidentally say a word to my other friends, and they end up being confused or judging me for it.

Especially when experiencing new things and new friends, at first it can be extremely difficult to make that switch between our different Englishes. You realize that there will always be somebody who doesn't like what you are saying or the way you are saying something, and it's just all about the experiences other people have and the different ways in which relationships work. It’s okay to adapt to other people and change the way you may speak, but it's important to never change what you believe in the process.

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I have a prime sub but it’s to karl… who never streams :’((( I miss karl he should stream more. I have literally never been gifted a sub and a friend of mine has been gifted so many like, george, ranboo you name it. 3 hours after I started typing this I got gifted a punz sub lets gooo. gonna be watching his mcc ad and we’ll see about the ads

so true I 100% agree. cheating is always morally correct. “academic integrity” like okay uni whatever you say it’s literally has no weight if you’re studying to pass an exam instead of actually learning. we should be studying to learn not pass an exam. yeah exactly!! knowledge shouldn’t cost this much.

lmaooo trueee and also moood. (about the antisocial/awkward stuff I feel like to didnt make sense just like that what I was referring to with the next sentence starting with “like”) like I feel bad about feeling toxic about the twitter updates account thing because like I’ve been a person from the twitter updates account but like I’m not toxic for no reason afterwards. yeah it’s 100% so frustrating!! like a while ago I remember seeing “oh I’m not sending dts on dream’s behalf I’m sending them on mine” like huh???? do you not see the problem with that??? ughhh I get you tho I was annoyed with the kaceytron stream as well. I didn’t watch it tho like I watched a bit and was like fuck this then left. yeah I also hate it when he goes on streams of people who actively talk shit about him like :/// lowkey I feel like I’m just a bit too defensive of him sometimes because of all the unnecessary shit he gets from so so many people but at least I recognise that ig. I swear tho, his twitter stans get him in wayy more shit than he does. like that one account that counted the days made me so mad. but yeah it is kind of the same stuff. like I try not to cause I know it’s the same but like when I do it, it feels justified and not just being shitty for no reason but take away all that and it is really the same. like not to be a gatekeeper buuuuut. I’m very good at ignoring it all tho

that’s really cool but also spanish as a requirement in uni (/college idk)??? never heard of that. oh dang that’s cool I’ve always wanted to know more languages. language and the way people use it and like communication in general has always been so interesting to me. I want to say something about like my strong use of “like” now cause I’m noticing it. yeah exactly, the way people communicate online is so interesting!

tubbo should start war with foolish about the beets. that would be funny I think. and amazing lore. cause like not all lore has to be all high production. like I love hugh production lore, I love funny, silly lore, I love “semi” lore I’d enjoy it all. just log onto the smp and like idk do literally anything I will count it as lore. everything that has ever happened on the smp is canon to me. tubbo could literally just like nuke someone and start a whole new storyline. he should nuke the prison. I would say nuke foolish’s summer home over the beets but I’d be too sad about that and it’s a bit of an overreaction. there is much potential and I love tubbos character. also ranboo?? he just said that enderwalk was c!ranboo with all his memories and just like dipped and went to the uk. I do get that they’re all very busy tho and it can be difficult to find the time and all that I haven’t watched much of the bear smp but it looks cool and I may get into it at some point. I feel like I just don’t have any time these days tho

he didn’t drop off the face of the earth!! he did a 5 hour long merch vc. I am australian 😔✌️so I was asleep for half of it but it was nice just listening to it when I woke up. sapanp singing was my favourite bit. like I listened to some of those songs afterwards cause I liked them but it just wasn’t the same😔😔

I feel bad for replying so late tho so sorry about that I just felt very not social all day but I do like that with anon I can kinda just come and go and it’s chill

Yooooo congrats on the gifted punz sub! Yeah I seem to have bad luck with gifted subs, random chance I’ve only gotten sapnap, the fundy gifted was a gift from a friend

The best knowledge is free anyways. Also uni/college always tries to guilt you like who are you the catholic church fuck off. Bruh I’m paying for your services you should be treating me good I’m basically a glorified customer

Bro you where a twitter updates account?? Props to you I am at all times in the worst position to know stuff. Unless I am actively live blogging I have 0 what’s going on. I’m always years late to new informations like I’ll check my phone and realize that I missed a whole lore stream. Also on twitter you can’t even send dts right??? Like here you can actually say the words death die & kill but on twitter you have to censor yourself. “Die” funny, a little threatening but ultimately can be ignored. “d13” hilarious not at all threatening?? Wait this makes it seme like I am cool with death threats I’m not but I’ve gotten a fair share and seen other people get them and they’re always funny to me. Telling someone to die isn’t funny but being told to die is very funny if that clarifies anything. I thinknI watched a lot of the kaceytron stream (however I watched it through a dream fan streaming the stream so she didn’t get any views/money) and the whole thing was extremely upsetting. I can be defensive of him too, not so much for him but more for me. I know he can probably handle most of it but how dare people insult stuff I like. It’s less defending his honor and more how dare people disrespect me through disrespecting things I like. Plus if it ever is too much for dream I know his friends will come in clutch. Bbh saying stuff is the indicator tm that what people are saying about dream is bullshit

Does college means something different to the rest of the world? In the us it’s almost interchangeable with uni except universities can give you a doctorate while college can only get you your undergrad. It’s less that spanish is required and more that we’re required to take two years of a language and I just chose spanish. I’ve met so many people who either only speak spanish or have spanish as their first language that knowing the amount that I do has actually come in handy. Dont think about the like thing too much trust me. It’s a really good comma and indicator that you’re speaking casually but the more you notice it the more upsetting it becomes

I think the beets could be a great plot point because beets suck and I hate them!! I really do like silly lore but I hate the effect it has on the fandom. I haven’t forgiven people for writing off the l’sandburg lore. In the words of the wisest man I ever knew “everything I do on the dream smp is canon to some extent”. Accept that silly lore is canon folks!! That’s what makes the dream smp so much fun! Also high production lore can be super lame guys please this is roleplay in minecraft chill

Wait about tubbo’s lore did we ever find out who stole the one nuke? I don’t watch a lot of ranboo’s stuff but I’m very happy that enderwalk ranboo is besties with c!dream theory is coming along nicely. Uno au my beloved. No about the bear smp stuff I’d also like to get into ballsmp, more of hermit craft, and 3rd life but I’m busy too? Like college hasn’t even started and I’m already sweating. Speaking of other smps do you remember that smp that karl and quackity were invited to but never logged on? Ahoddj that was hysterical. Never gonna watch it, just think it’s funny that they were invited and decided you know what nah

The 5 hour long merch podcast my beloved!!! I had two favorite parts (other than sapnap singing) the first was when he said the alright and we all complained enough that he decided to keep streaming and the second was the final alright where he said bye and then dipped with 0 hesitation while sap & george were still in the call sjsjdk

Again no worries I’ll always be here to answer no rush for anything I’m simply vibing at all times

#ask #anon #long post

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