#Science Coursework Help

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THE GOLDEN LOTUS

pairing: Ollie Bearman x Reader

word count: 864

university au!! i just wanted something cute and sweet and i think i really cooked with this one. also thinking of maybe making this into a series or having other uni au's for other drivers, what do you guys think???

Ollie Bearman wasn’t one for change. Predictability was his sanctuary, a warm cocoon that he didn’t much like leaving. His life ran on routine: lectures, workouts, and pasta dinners in his dorm room. But predictability took a nosedive the day he stumbled into the Golden Lotus.

It was a small Chinese restaurant tucked between a laundromat and a charity shop, a little worn but radiating charm. Ollie’s first visit was born of desperation—he’d forgotten to do a food shop, and the Golden Lotus was cheap, convenient, and smelled amazing. He didn’t even like Chinese food that much, but the portion sizes? Enormous. Enough to feed a starving uni student for two days, if he rationed it right.

The food, however, quickly became secondary.

The real reason Ollie found himself at the Golden Lotus every Tuesday and Thursday night was the girl behind the counter. YN.

She was a computer science major with a sharp wit and a smile that felt like a reward when Ollie managed to coax it out of her. YN worked the evening shift, her laptop often open beside the register as she chipped away at coursework between filling takeout orders. She lived in the apartment above the restaurant, earning a rent discount by working their… or so he overheard.

At first, Ollie had been too shy to do much more than order his food, offer a polite smile, and retreat to his usual table. But YN had noticed him—how could she not? He was the only customer who regularly dined in. That was rare enough, but when someone started showing up twice a week like clockwork, well… she couldn’t help but be a little curious.

It had started innocently.

“You’re becoming a regular,” she’d said one night, sliding his order across the counter. Her tone was teasing but kind, and Ollie had stammered some excuse about the convenience. She’d laughed softly, and the sound stuck with him longer than it should have.

From that moment, their interactions had begun to stretch beyond the standard “Cash or card?” conversations. On slow nights, Ollie would linger, striking up tentative chats about coursework or whatever music was playing on the overhead speakers. He learned that YN hated group projects but loved building things—apps, websites, anything she could tinker with. She learned that Ollie was studying business but had a secret dream of running his own karting center someday, a nod to his childhood passion for motorsports.

It wasn’t long before they’d fallen into a quiet rhythm.

When YN wasn’t busy, she’d sit at a table with her laptop open, her brow furrowed as she debugged code or prepared for lectures. One evening, Ollie surprised her by setting his business textbook across from her.

“You don’t mind, do you?” he asked.

She blinked at him, caught off guard, then shrugged. “Sure, but I’m not sharing my Wi-Fi password.”

He grinned, and just like that, Ollie became a fixture of her workspace.

Mr. Zhou, however, was less enthused at first.

“That boy again?” he’d muttered one evening, poking his head out of the kitchen to see Ollie hunched over his notes. “Does he not have a home?”

“He’s harmless,” YN had assured him.

“Harmless or homeless?”

But Ollie grew on Mr. Zhou over time. The older man had caught him fixing a wobbly table one night, unprompted, and begrudgingly admitted the “straggler” wasn’t so bad.

By November, Ollie had started hanging around until closing. Not to pester YN—though he did enjoy the extra time with her—but because the restaurant had become a comfort to him, a little pocket of warmth in his otherwise hectic uni life. Sometimes, after locking up, YN would invite him upstairs to her flat. It was tiny, crammed with textbooks and a perpetually half-finished Lego sets, but Ollie loved it.

Their hangouts weren’t dates. Not officially, anyway. But Ollie couldn’t deny how much he looked forward to them. Whether they were watching a movie or playing video games, he felt at ease in her company.

The turning point came in mid-December, on a freezing morning when Ollie was walking to class with his flatmate, Kimi.

“So,” Kimi began, glancing at him with a sly smile, “how’s your girlfriend?”

“What?” Ollie nearly tripped over his own feet.

“You know, YN,” Kimi said, casually sipping his coffee. “You’re at that restaurant all the time. I just thought… you know?”

“She’s not my—” Ollie started, but the words died in his throat.

Because, truthfully, he didn’t hate the idea. In fact, the thought of YN as his girlfriend made his stomach flip in a way he hadn’t felt before.

That evening, as he sat at his usual table in the Golden Lotus, Ollie caught himself staring at YN while she worked. She was wiping down the counter, humming softly to herself, her hair falling loose from its tie. She glanced up and caught him looking.

“What?” she asked, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

“Nothing,” Ollie said quickly, feeling his cheeks heat.

But in that moment, he realized he didn’t want to keep playing it safe. Maybe it was time to take a chance.

Just as soon as he worked up the courage.

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Brains & Brawn

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

Word count: 2,580

Content warnings: Fluff, cursing

Summary: You’re paired up with Changbin on a semester project for your college class. While the two of you were in similar degrees and orbited in overlapping circles you had never really gotten to know each other. But this project brings the two of you much closer than you had expected and you learn how hot the resident buff gym rat nerd actually is.

A/N: Divider was created by @bernardsbendystraws, thank you for sharing your dividers with tumblr!

Jagi: Sweetheart

The smile on your face is electric as you hear Professor Kang call out your last name and Changbin’s last name letting you know that you would be paired up with him for your semester project together. Turning your head your smile widens on your face as you spot Changbin already looking at you with his own grin on his face. You weren’t super close with Changbin but since the two of you were going for similar degrees your classes tended to line up with his and you’d seen him more often than not in your classes. Not to mention the two of you had branched out in your field of interest in big ways, you had started a small YouTube channel with exercise videos to help improve motor skills and Changbin had begun interning with the college football team under their physical therapist, so you were both at least aware of each other if not close.

“Hey YT star!” he greeted you happily with the nickname that you had garnered due to your YouTube channel. He grinned widely at you as his eyes squinted slightly and his nose scrunched up at the movement. You smiled at him softly as you sucked in a soft breath, he was adorable and you knew you would have a hard time during this project. 

You had always admired Changbin, from what you had seen of him during class he was always kind and willing to help anyone who was struggling with the coursework. He was also well liked by all the athletes at school and was very popular and well liked by many. But now as he slipped into the seat next to you you couldn’t help but notice the easy warmth he exuded and how much it drew you into him. It was almost like an easy connection that you hadn’t known you wanted or needed.

“Hey Changbin.” you greet him kindly and he grins at you as his eyes sparkle that you recognize him.

“So you ready to ace this project together?” he asked teasingly and you chuckled at his confidence.

“Have you already started thinking about what you’d like to do for it?” you asked as you opened your notebook and grabbed your pen.

“Sort of, it’s just a vague idea but what if we used your YouTube channel and made a small series of videos together showing different exercises that show the different aspects of Kinesiology.” he said and you quickly wrote down his idea before turning to him with a curious look.

“Do like a set of five videos for anatomy and physiology, biomechanics, exercise science, motor control and sport and exercise psychology?” you asked him as you continued to write down the aspects for Kinesiology.

“Yeah, we’d both take half of the video to showcase our own take on the aspect and which exercises or information we could provide.” he said as he nodded his head. 

“Oh, I like that idea!” you said in an excited hushed tone that made him smile softly at you as you continued to write out ideas that popped into your head. You continued writing the ideas that came to you before you heard the bell for the school ring and you looked up surprised and worried. “Oh! I’m sorry I totally ran with your idea.” you apologize sheepishly and Changbin grinned at you while shaking his head at you.

“No worries YT star! I knew it was going to be a hit or miss idea but I’m glad you liked it so much. Here give me your cell phone and I’ll put my number in. We can start planning and setting up times for research and when to record the videos. I’ll give you my phone too.” he said easily and you nodded at him quickly as you pulled your phone from your backpack to hand to him before taking his cell phone from him. The two of you quickly exchanged numbers with the promise to get together soon to start hammering out all the details to the project together. And with that the two of you left to get to whatever your next thing was for you to take care of.

Hey, come to the gym tonight. I’d like to show you some exercises that I’ve been thinking about using in the videos. The text from Changbin had come towards the middle of your last class of the day, you smiled down at your phone and quickly typed out a response to him. Alright, I’ll meet you there. Do you want dinner? I haven’t eaten anything since lunch and I’m starving. Let me know if you’d like anything from The Jade Dragon. The conversation then devolved into Changbin’s love for that restaurant before he told he’d put in an order for both of you since he knew the owner so well and all you’d have to do was pick it up for the two of you. Chuckling softly you told him that was fine before slipping your cell phone into your backpack and turning back to your class.

It had been a month now since the two of you had been paired up for the semester project and the two of you had easily and quickly fell into a close friendship. Because both of your desired careers were similar you found yourself reaching out to him for more than just his input on Kinesiology work and vice versa. He had even started reaching out to you for tips of making his workouts more easier to follow for others since he was wanting to start making his own exercise videos and move into the YouTube side of things like you had. The two of you had even started hanging out outside of your normal meetups for your project. Changbin would sometimes surprise you after one of your late classes with a healthy snack or you would meet up with him to go for an early morning run before classes.

Over the month of knowing him you had come to realize that Changbin’s reputation around campus wasn’t so far off from his actual character. He was a kind, very helpful person but he was so much more than just that. You had come to see the sweet silly side of Changbin, which he didn’t often display around campus. Only a few people got to see that side of him and you were happy that you were one of those people. He was always cracking jokes around you and his loud raucous laughter was like happiness injected into your veins whenever you heard it. It had soon become one of your favorite sounds

After class was over you had looked at the confirmation text from Changbin to let you know that the food was ordered and already paid for. You just had to give his name to the person at the front register and they’d get it ready for you. The walk from class to The Jade Dragon didn’t take you long and after you gave Changbin’s name you moved to the side to wait patiently for the food to be ready. You quickly sent Changbin some money to pay him back for your portion of the bill before you began to scroll through social media.

Why did you send me money? Came Changbin’s text as you were scrolling through the comments on your latest YouTube video and you scoffed softly at his question while rolling your eyes. Because you can’t pay all the time Changbin. You typed in response before sending it quickly before going back to the comments. You chuckled softly when he sent you a thumbs down emoji just as your name was called for your food. You quickly grabbed the food and thanked the person before heading out of the restaurant and starting your trek to the gym.

When you arrived you peered around the open doorway to see Changbin working by the free weights and your breath caught in your throat. He was wearing a simple ribbed black tank top and black basketball shorts and you’d never seen so much skin or muscle on display by Changbin before. Your breath stuttered in your chest as your eyes raked up and down his form. You had always thought that Changbin was handsome, cute even when he was being silly but right now you were viewing him in a completely different manner. 

Heat flooded your body as you watched him set the weights back on the rack before his head snapped up to make eye contact with you steadily. Your cheeks flushed brightly as Changbin smirked at you while his eyes danced with delight.

”Are you just gonna stand there? I’m starving!” He called out grinning at you and you jolted in place before rushing over to him with the food. While the two of you eat dinner together Changbin explained to you all the exercises that he had come up with for the different segments of your project. The two of you continued to talk and plan out the videos while you ate. But while his happy, excited manner kept your mind occupied, you couldn’t help but steal glances at his body whenever he would show you the different exercises that he had come up with.

It was all a little too much for you as you sat there enjoying your time with Changbin. You hadn’t expected to be this affected by his looks but then again you also hadn’t really expected to grow as close to him as you had already. But as you sat with him eating your dinner together while laughing and feeling a little overwhelmed by your reaction to him you couldn’t help but admire him for his dedication to fitness and resolved yourself to slowly examine your feelings for him.

It’s another late night for you in the library as you stare at your laptop going through each of the videos that you and Changbin had made for your project. Over the past month you had brought up to him joining forces to create a new YouTube channel together. You had pitched it to him that with the two of you wanting to find careers in the physical therapy and occupational therapy fields that you thought it’d be even more beneficial to your viewers to have both of you making videos and content.

After he had been apprehensive and you totally understood his concerns but you had tried to explain to him all the pros and cons to it all. You had even told him that with your experience from your YouTube channel that you’d be able to help steer the two of you down the right path. Not wanting to pressure him into his decision, you had told him to take a while to think it all over and let you know at the end of the project.

And tonight as you sighed tiredly while going over the videos for the last time he had promised you that he’d meet up with you in the library to hand in your project together and he would give you his answer as well. Your eyes darted over to the small clock in the corner of your laptop screen and sighed softly as you saw that it was inching closer to the deadline time. Looking up from the laptop your eyes darted around the library searching for him but when you didn’t see him you sighed softly wondering if you should email the videos and the paper to Professor Kang so that it wouldn’t be considered late.

As you finished drafting the email to Professor Kang your finger hovered over the mouse pad for a moment before your eyes darted up to search the library once more.

”Don’t you dare press that button. That’s my job.” Changbin’s voice rang out loudly in the quiet library and you nearly fell out of your chair with shock.

”Changbin!” You snapped at him as you whirled in your seat to glare at him angrily, a harsh scolding on the tip of your tongue before your brain realized what you were staring at. Changbin stood in front of you dressed in a baggy black hoodie and wide legged jeans like the day the two of you had been paired for this project. But the two biggest differences from today and back then was Changbin’s curly messy soft hair and the black framed glasses sitting perched on his nose. You stare at him in silence as your mouth falls open slightly and your brain short circuits. Changbin moves closer to you and leans down to read the email quickly before reaching over you and clicking the send button on the email.

You’re still staring at him in silence when he turns his head to look at you worriedly as you had been too quiet for too long. He stares at you for a moment his eyes darting around your face before smirking softly as he notices your eyes darting from his curly hair to his glasses.

”I always love that I can make you speechless without even really trying.” He says softly in a teasing tone.

”It’s not fair.” You whine softly and he giggles loudly.

”What’s not fair Jagi?” He asks knowingly and you huff at him before scowling softly at him.

”It’s not fair that not only are you a very attractive buff gym rat but you’re also very smart and a bit of a hot nerd.” You blurt out sounding offended. You realize too late what you had said and your eyes widen comically as Changbin lets out another loud giggle at your assessment of him as a pretty blush starts to creep up his neck shyly.

”Well it’s not fair that my YT star partner is just as smart and even more attractive than I am.” He teases you gently and your eyes narrow on him with focus.

”Is that your way of telling me that you’d like to start a YouTube partnership with me?” You ask skeptically and Changbin smirks down at you while leaning further into your space.

”And possibly another partnership too.” Changbin says cryptically and you frown softly at him before tilting your head to the side with curiosity. Changbin smirks softly and cups your face before resting his forehead against yours. “What do you think of starting a romantic partnership with me?” He asks softly and you gape at him silently before groaning loudly and shutting your eyes.

”Add being smooth as fuck to the list of not fair qualities you own.” You whine out to him and he giggles at you before pecking your cheek quickly.

”C’mon I’m starving and I know you’re about to fall asleep after going through the videos. Let me take you out and walk you back to your place. And you never answered my question.” He tells you and you furrow your eyebrows at him as you turn to put away your laptop.

”If you think I’m going to tell you no to that romantic partnership then I’m taking away your smart quality from the not fair list.” You gripe out to him over your shoulder and he bursts out into loud laughter while slinging an arm over your shoulders as he guides you out of the library much to the relief of the librarian. Changbin grins as he nuzzles his face into your neck and whispers into your ear.

”Can’t have you doing that Jagi.”

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Hi!! I love your blog, thank you for everything you do!! could you make a post similar to the one you did recently about the British school system, but about the American system instead?

I'm not American, and I’ve noticed there are a lot of little details about the U.S. education system that often go unexplained — which makes sense, since they probably seem basic, obvious, and second nature to Americans.... but for outsiders it can be confusing

If you could also point to some resources on the topic, I’d be really grateful! thanks again for your blog, you're so helpful and inspiring<3

Writing Notes: U.S. Education System

Basic Structure of the U.S. Education System:

In the United States, there are 3 levels of education:

elementary,

secondary, and

postsecondary

The approximate age range of people at the elementary and secondary levels:

Students ordinarily spend 6 to 8 years in the elementary grades,

which may be preceded by 1 to 3 years in early childhood programs and kindergarten.

The elementary program is frequently followed by a middle school or junior high school program, which generally lasts 2 or 3 years.

Students then may finish their compulsory schooling at the secondary or high school level, which may last 3 to 6 years depending on the structure within their school district.

Students normally complete the entire program through grade 12 by age 18.

High school completers who decide to continue their education may enter a technical or vocational institution, a 2-year college, a 4-year college, or a university.

A 2-year college normally offers the first 2 years of a standard 4-year college curriculum and a selection of career and technical programs.

Academic courses completed at a 2-year college are usually transferable for credit at a 4-year college or university.

A technical or vocational institution offers postsecondary technical training leading to a specific career.

The term "degree-granting institutions" used in this report refers to colleges and universities that offer associate's or higher degrees and whose students are eligible to participate in Title IV federal financial aid programs.

An associate's degree requires the equivalent of at least 2 years of full-time college-level work;

a bachelor's degree normally can be earned in 4 years.

At least 1 year beyond the bachelor's is necessary for a master's degree, while a

doctor's degree usually requires a minimum of 3 or 4 years beyond the bachelor's.

Professional schools differ widely in admissions requirements and in program length.

Medical students, for example, generally complete a 4-year program of premedical studies at a college or university before they can enter the 4-year program at a medical school.

Law programs normally require 3 years of coursework beyond the bachelor's degree level.

Other types of educational opportunities for adults are offered by community organizations, libraries, religious institutions, and businesses.

Some Vocabulary

ACT: A curriculum-based multiple-choice assessment that tests reading, English, mathematics, and science, with an optional essay section. The ACT is widely accepted at accredited two and four-year colleges and universities in the United States.

Community College: A postsecondary institution that offers associate degree programs, as well as technical and vocational programs.

Core Course: Courses that provide the foundation of the degree program and are required of all students seeking that degree.

Fellowship: A form of financial assistance, usually awarded to a graduate student. Generally, no service is required of the student in return.

Honors Program: A challenging program for students with high grades.

Minor: The student's secondary field of concentration. Students who decide to pursue a minor will usually complete about five courses in this second field of study.

Prerequisites: Programs or courses that a student is required to complete before being permitted to enroll in a more advanced program or course.

Semester: Period of study lasting approximately 15 to 16 weeks or one-half the academic year.

Subject: Course in an academic discipline offered as part of a curriculum of an institution of higher learning.

Syllabus: An outline of topics covered in an academic course.

Sources: 1 2 3 4 ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

Hi, thanks so much for your kind words! Glad to hear these references help with your writing <3 You can find more information and terms in the sources. Hope this helps!

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Rickmas Day 5: Open Doors

Character: Eli Michaelson (Nobel Son) Relationships: Eli x reader Warnings: smut, student/teacher hookup

Read on Ao3 or below:

You closed your laptop with a sigh. You’d tried pretty much every spot on campus you could think of, but everywhere was crowded and noisy, and you just couldn’t focus. You left the study hall with your laptop under your arms, trying to think of where you could go to get your coursework done. You needed somewhere quiet, somewhere no one would disturb you - preferably somewhere with a lock.

As you wandered through the halls of the college, you passed through the science block, and an idea struck you. It was a long shot, but you thought you might as well give it a go.

You found your Chemistry professor’s office door and knocked. After a few moments, the door swung open to reveal a frowning Dr Michaelson.

“Office hours are over,” he said shortly. He hesitated, though, looking you up and down thoughtfully. “…I might make an exception, though. What do you want?”

“I’m sorry to disturb you, Dr Michaelson, and I know this is gonna be a real cheeky ask…”

Dr Michaelson raised an eyebrow curiously and leant against the doorframe, his arms folded.

“I’m tryna do my math homework but everywhere on campus is so busy, I can’t focus. Is there any chance I could just sit in the lab to do my homework?”

“And risk knocking something over?” Dr Michaelson scoffed. “No chance. But… you could work in here.”

That took you aback.

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

“Sure. Just keep the noise down, would ya? I got my own work to do.”

Dr Michaelson stepped back and opened the door, gesturing for you to come in.

“Wow, thanks, Dr Michaelson, I really appreciate it. I owe you one.”

You said this as you walked into the office, so you didn’t see the hungry smirk that teased at the corner of your professor’s lips when he heard that.

“Not a problem at all, [Y/n]. Anything my students need. Here - lemme make you some space.”

He gathered up some of the papers strewn over his desk to make some space, then pulled a chair around for you. You thanked him again as you sat at his desk next to him.

“Now, don’t go telling everyone they can do this,” Dr Michaelson said firmly. “This is a one time thing, you hear? You caught me in a good mood.”

You mimed zipping your lips closed. Dr Michaelson smiled, then turned back to his own work.

You opened your laptop and loaded up your math homework again. Finally, you were able to concentrate. You liked having company when you studied, but not the obnoxiously loud company that Stanford seemed to be full of today. It was nice having Dr Michaelson for company, because he didn’t disturb you, and you were able to really focus on your homework.

Although he was mostly quiet, you did hear Dr Michaelson grumble under his breath sometimes. After the third “fuck’s sake” from him, you had to glance over.

“Something wrong?” you asked with amusement.

“I hate computers,” Dr Michaelson replied with a grumble as he hit the backspace button aggressively. “It keeps telling me I’m spelling Musettamycin wrong.”

You peered over at the screen, where his word processor had put a red squiggle under ‘Musetamycin’.

“It has two Ts,” you said.

Dr Michaelson frowned at you. “I think I know how to spell Musettamycin, [Y/n]. I am a Nobel Laureate.”

“Yeah, in Chemistry, not English.”

He narrowed his eyes, then stood up and grabbed a book from his shelf. He flicked through the pages, apparently found what he was looking for, and quickly put the book back on the shelf.

“Well done. You passed my test.”

He sat back down and added an extra T, and the red line promptly disappeared. You giggled.

“Do I get extra credit?”

Dr Michaelson looked at you thoughtfully.

“You get one chance for my help with your math homework.”

“Who says I need help?”

Your professor scoffed.

“You’re smart, [Y/n], but you ain’t that smart. You’ll need it,” he said confidently.

He turned back to his work, and you to yours - and, sure enough, eventually you came across a problem you just couldn’t solve.

“Alright, I admit it, I need help.”

Dr Michaelson leaned back in his chair with a triumphant grin.

“Well, well, well…”

“Stop!” you laughed. “Are you gonna help me or not?”

Dr Michaelson sighed dramatically. “Well, there are drawbacks to being a Nobel Laureate, I suppose. Everyone thinks you know everything - which I do. Come on, then, let’s have a look.”

He scooted his chair closer to yours to look at your screen.

“Oh, that’s easy. You gotta find a substitution to simplify it. Look at the denominator - what kind of substitution d’you think you need?”

“Uhm…”

Your mind went blank for a moment when you felt Dr Michaelson’s breath on your cheek. You realised suddenly that he’d scooted very close to you. He had one arm on the back of your chair, while with his other hand he pointed at one of the integers on your screen.

“Oh, er… trigonomic, right?”

“Good girl,” said Dr Michaelson, and you felt a strange shiver run across you, like he’d said some secret code to make you blush. He glanced at you, clearly noticing your reaction, and smirked.

“So… choose a substitution.”

He spoke softly, as if he were talking about something very different.

You cleared your throat and went to write out a substitution, trying not to get distracted by how very close to you he was. Dr Michaelson pulled his hand away from your screen… and rested it on your knee.

You could feel his gaze burning into you as you wrote out your workings, and when you paused, he glanced back at your screen.

“Good. Now, rewrite it in terms of theta.”

You weren’t sure how you were supposed to do that when his hand was still on your knee… or when it began moving up your leg, his fingers grazing your inner thigh. Was your Chemistry professor seriously coming onto you right now?

“Good girl… so smart,” Dr Michaelson muttered in your ear. “I don’t think you need my help at all… you just wanted some attention, huh?”

You could feel your heart racing. Your cheeks were burning red, but it just seemed to spur him on.

“Is it really all that busy on campus, [Y/n]? Was I really your only option for some peace and quiet? I don’t think so…”

“I, um… I remembered you said the lab stays locked…”

Dr Michaelson chuckled, his deep voice reverberating in your ear.

“Mmm, and you wanted to get me behind a locked door, is that it?”

“N - no, I…”

You gasped as Dr Michaelson reached the top of your thigh, but instead of stopping, he just kept going, his large hand suddenly cupping your crotch firmly through your pants.

“It’s bad form to lie to your professors, [Y/n],” he whispered. “I could report you for academic misconduct, you know.”

He stroked you with his fingers, and even through the fabric of your clothing, it sent a tingling feeling right to your core.

“Dr Michaelson…”

“Call me Eli.”

“Eli… how do you know I won’t - ah!” - another squeeze from him - “won’t… report you for this?”

He smirked.

“Are you telling me you don’t want it, [Y/n]? Say you don’t want it and I’ll stop.”

He continued caressing your crotch, his fingers dancing dangerously close to your zipper.

“It’s… it’s bad form to lie to my professors,” you said, stealing a glance at him. His pupils were wide with lust, his confident smirk on his lips just begging to be kissed.

Eli chuckled.

“Smart girl.”

He unzipped your pants and slipped his hand inside, causing you to let out a high-pitched whine.

“Wet already?” he teased, his fingers exploring your folds as you tried to keep your lips closed tight, lest you cry out a little too loud and be heard in the corridor. “My, you are an eager little thing, aren’t you?”

He pushed two fingers between your inner folds, digging deeper into the wetness that was pooling between your legs. You bit your lip, your eyelids fluttering, and let out another whine when Eli’s fingertip found your sweet spot.

“You need to simplify the expression,” he murmured in your ear as his finger circled your clit.

Your eyes fluttered open, confused.

“I - huh?”

Eli nodded towards your computer screen. “Simplify it, then integrate with respect to theta. Then your integral will be straightforward.”

What the fuck was wrong with him?

What the fuck was wrong with you, for that matter?

He stopped his movements very suddenly, and you whined in frustration.

“Go on. Show me how clever you are.”

You tried to clear your mind and focus on the expression on your computer screen, but you were far more interested in the finger that was now circling your clit again, spreading your wetness around as you tried to remember what numbers were.

“Good girl,” Eli said again. He’d clearly figured out how weak you were to those words, and he was using them to his full advantage. “What do we do next?”

Finger me, you thought.

“Substitute back to x,” you said.

“Go on, then. You can finish it from here.”

As your fingers moved across the keyboard, his fingers moved down through your folds, and pushed at the entrance to your pussy.

“One more step. Go on.”

You cried out as his fingers slipped inside you, but you kept going, willing your mind to try and think about stupid numbers at a time like this.

“Root over four minus x squared,” you said aloud, trying to ignore the way Eli’s fingers were crawling deeper inside you, reaching out to find your G-spot.

“And then - ah! - plus C.”

You sighed with relief as you finished your answer.

Eli smirked.

“See? You didn’t need my help with math. But I do think you needed my help with this, didn’t you?”

The hand that was on the back of your chair reached around to slide under your arm and grab your breast through your t-shirt as he began pumping his fingers harder inside you. You moaned.

“You like that, huh? You like getting fingered by your professor?”

“Y - yes,” you admitted. “It feels so good…”

“You think this is good? Just wait ‘til you feel my cock… you’ll be coming back every day on the pretence of needing help with homework, but really you just need my cock.”

You let out a moan of his name, which seemed to spur him on, as he began fingering you more aggressively, his other hand pawing at your breast, as if he were resisting tearing your clothes off to get straight to your flesh.

You grabbed onto the arm of your chair to steady yourself, and with your other hand, you reached over to Eli’s lap to cup his hard length beneath his trousers, and you couldn’t hide your reaction when you felt how big he was.

“You want it, huh? You want my cock, [Y/n]? Go on, tell me you want it… all you have to do is ask…”

“P - please, Dr Michaelson,” you panted. “I need your cock. Please - please, fuck me on your desk…”

Eli groaned, overwhelmed with arousal at your words. He withdrew his hands from you, then grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto his lap. Your lips connected with his instantly, his arms wrapped around your torso, and you could feel his rock hard erection straining through his trousers, rubbing against your own far too clothed crotch.

He was a sloppy kisser, seemingly trying to get as much of his saliva in and around your mouth as possible. You reached down to unbuckle his belt, and he groaned with relief when some of the pressure on his cock was relieved.

“Fucking hungry little minx,” Eli growled as you fumbled with his belt. “Bet you’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? Fingering yourself to the thought of me… mhm, I know you have. Go on, get those damn pants off.”

He pushed you off his lap, and you obediently pushed your pants and underwear down past your knees, kicking them off along with your shoes while Eli finished opening his fly and pulled his cock out from underneath his boxers.

He hummed with satisfaction as he looked at you, pulling languidly on his cock as he took in the view of you, naked from the waist down, your pussy soaked and ready for him.

Oh, he had definitely found his new plaything.

Well, he’d better test her out.

He got to his feet and kissed you again, his cock brushing against your skin, his lips parting from yours only to pull your t-shirt over your head. He grinned when he saw the lacy bra you were wearing.

“Someone had a plan when she got dressed this morning,” he said smugly. “Did you decide to seduce your professor this morning or were you already planning it last night?”

“I like to wear this sometimes,” you admitted. “It makes me feel confident.”

“Mmm, and damn right too… God, those tits are so fuckable. Maybe another day, hm? I promised you my cock and you’re gonna get my cock. It’s what you deserve for being such a smart girl. Now - on the desk.”

You obediently hopped up onto the desk, perched on the edge, but Eli placed a firm hand on your shoulder and pushed you onto your back. You could feel papers sliding around beneath your back, and you had to push aside a stapler that was digging into your shoulder, but something about getting fucked by Dr Eli Michaelson on his work was incredibly hot.

“Look at you, fucking hell,” Eli growled as he rolled a condom he’d pulled from a drawer down his shaft. “You’re gonna get your slutty pussy juice all over my papers. Ah, well.”

He entered you with one fluid motion, causing you to cry out in surprise as his cock pierced your cunt, sliding easily up your walls, stretching them out with a delicious burn that sent your pleasure receptors wild.

Eli kept a firm grip on your thighs as he thrusted into you, groaning with abandon and no apparent care for who might be walking by.

“God, I fucking needed this,” he moaned. After his wife had left him and his last plaything graduated, he’d been going through a frustrating dry spell. And now here you were, presenting yourself at his office with your low-cut top and your tight little ass. It was too good an opportunity to pass up.

“Oh, fuck - fuck, Dr Michaelson, that feels so good…”

He smirked proudly at your moans. He knew just how good he was at fucking, but he still loved to hear it.

“Your cunt’s full of my cock, [Y/n]… I think we’re on first name terms now.”

You laughed, which quickly turned into a groan of surprise when Eli pushed your thighs back further, spreading your pussy out for him as his hips pummelled into your flesh.

“How long have you wanted this, [Y/n]?” Eli asked. “Did you walk out of my first lecture with soaking wet panties? Or did it take you a few lectures to realise how badly you wanted my cock?”

“I - I always thought you were handsome,” you admitted. “Ever since I - ah! - saw your picture in the paper when you got your Nobel Prize. I saw you worked at Stanford and - oh! - applied for my postgrad here.”

Eli grinned, his ego swelling as much as his cock.

“You applied here just so you could fuck me?”

“No!” you insisted. “I was gonna go to UCLA, but I thought - mhm - if I came here instead, I could study under a - ah! - a Nobel Laureate - fuck!”

Eli picked up his pace, fucking into your cunt furiously, the stroking of his ego sending a fresh wave of lust over him.

“Mmm, now look at you - you’re certainly under me now, huh?”

The desk was shaking violently, papers flying everywhere, and you heard the crash of a pen pot falling to the floor. Neither of you paid much mind to it.

“I might just have to schedule some one to one tutoring with you, [Y/n]… since you went to such lengths to be under me. Would you like that?”

“Y - yes,” you panted, your voice straining as you felt pleasure coiling inside you. “I think that would be - ugh - beneficial… fuck, Eli, I’m gonna cum…”

“Mmm, yes, cum all over my cock,” Eli growled. “God, look at you… fucking magnificent… and all mine…”

He released one of your legs from his grip to press his thumb against your clit, and as soon as he began rubbing circles around the swollen bundle of nerves, you knew you were done for.

“Yes… yes… Eli…”

“Fuck, [Y/n], I’m so close… I’m gonna cum so fucking hard…”

His moans increased, his thumb rubbing your clit and his cock furiously fucking into your cunt, and combined with the look of unadulterated pleasure on his face, you felt yourself tipping over the edge, and you cried out his name as you came, your legs twitching and your cunt gushing around his cock as your orgasm overwhelmed you.

Feeling you cum around his cock was the last straw for Eli, and he moaned loudly as he came too, filling the condom with his seed as he continued fucking you through his orgasm, hips stuttering erratically as he came inside a cunt for the first time in far too long, and such a warm, tight one too.

Eli stayed buried inside you for a few moments as his movements stilled and you both caught your breath. Then, he pulled out of you with a loud squelching sound, and passed you a box of tissues to clean yourself up.

“Fuck, that was so good,” he panted as he pulled the spent condom from his cock and deposited it in the bin.

You mumbled what sounded like “uh-huh” in agreement, your mind still addled from the pleasure as you tried to mop up as much as you could from between your legs.

When finally you’d managed to locate your clothes and get them back on, Eli was sitting back in his chair, watching you with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Well, I’d certainly give you an A for that,” he said proudly.

You laughed.

“What, am I majoring in sex now?”

“If you did, you’d be top of the class.”

He passed you your laptop, which thankfully hadn’t been damaged by your escapades.

“So… reckon you need some one-to-one tutoring?”

You blushed under his intense gaze, his eyes still staring at you hungrily.

“If you think I need it, Professor,” you said coyly.

Eli grinned and reached around to give your ass a squeeze.

“My door’s always open for you, [Y/n].”

[mortalfaerie]

hi here's my take on the gravity falls kids grown up since they're 25 now

Mason "Dipper" Pines

after wierdmaggedan and disposing of the journals, he still has a keen interest in mysteries, just not necessarily of a supernatural nature. he's aware of the supernatural that's all around them, but content to let it rest.

he gets really into history and archeology, and bonds more with ford about this - even though ford is a physicist, he appreciates dipper's enthusiasm

he's trans (i'll die on this hill) and continues to socially transition in high school, and starts testosterone around 16.

he also starts going more by his chosen name (mason, choosing one that starts similarly to mabel) but still lets close friends and family call him dipper. he stops covering his birthmark, though he still likes hats

he's suspicious of mabel's new friendship with pacifica in high school, but he warms up to pacifica ("paz," as they end up calling her) over time. he realizes they have a lot in common and she's actually a lot of help on his mystery hunting

paz's blooming interest in political science lends itself very much to his interest in history, and they spend lots of hours as teen up late on the phone together (seemingly everyone but them can see the writing on the wall, but it takes a few more years for them to realize their feelings)

he continues to be a massive nerd, and has at least one dd&md podcast he religiously listens to. he and mabel go to conventions in california together.

his favorite place remains gravity falls over the years, and he goes back at least once each summer.

he and pacifica both commit to UCLA and become closer there. he majors in archeology & anthropology. despite their very different social circles, they seek each other out. she has at least one twat boyfriend in freshman year that dipper confronts on her behalf (even though she didn't want him to)

he and paz almost kiss at his going away party for a semester abroad in greece, but he panics and runs off, leaving her confused and hurt. it takes a while for them to regain their footing, but they end up hooking up the night he comes back from greece. due to a comedy of errors they don't end up *going all the way* that night, and it's not until they're at the pool a week later that she realizes he's trans when she sees his top surgery scars (thanks rockslide @ ao3)

he was 99% sure she knew so it's a surprise moment for him, and he worries she won't be interested now, but she's pretty non-plussed. they start dating that summer.

her parents disapprove and she ends up putting her foot down and cutting them off for how they treat him, and his family ends up practically adopting her. they are each other's biggest supporters in everything.

he gets offered a spot in a phd program in london, which stresses him out until he finds out that paz applied for a posting at the us embassy in london and got it, so they move to england together

he studies pre-modern civilizations and religious rites (a la stonehenge, etc) and has just finished his coursework and moved from phd student to candidate. he's just started to write his dissertation on potentially matriarchal societies in pre-modern britain using burial site data from major burial sites of religious significance.

he and paz have a cat name tyrone, or ty. they've been together for almost four years now, and he's thinking about popping the question - they're young (25), but he's pretty certain that for him, it's always going to be paz.

[anthonys237thfreckle]

Do you have any Javi headcanons? (Just about him as a character)

Javier ‘Javi’ Rivera - Headcanons

TW: mentions of death and mild bullying

🌪- Javi def grew up being called ‘Javier’ a lot in elementary school. He only transitioned to the nickname ‘Javi’ in late middle school/ high school.

🌪- Speaking of growing up, his freckles were made fun of, so he grew up being insecure about them. He doesn’t give a shit now, though, since the ladies liked it in college

🌪- He was always a fun kid to be around - very smiley when he was a young boy. In his teen years, he started discovering himself more, and in high school hooked up with both guys and girls.

🌪- He probably had his bi awakening through watching a movie and finding a male character hot, then being jealous of the female love interest.

🌪- Of course he was a little anxious about coming out, but he didn’t really care as much what people thought of him. If they asked, he’d tell them but he wouldn’t go around announcing to the school he’s bi or whatever.

🌪- He never really found an interest in subjects like art or music in school. He was really good in science, obviously. In elementary, his favourite topic was the water cycle.

🌪- In college, he was surprisingly good at what he did. He put a lot of effort into coursework AND balanced his hookups.

🌪- He found his group of friends: Jeb, Kate, Addy and Praveen - and he fit right in. The perfect balance of nerdy, ambitious and troublemaking.

🌪- His best assets in college were his holy trinity - hair, freckles and body. He did work out a lot in high school and maintained his figure in college, so that made him attractive. Those god-damned freckles made him eye catching and unforgettable, and his hair - a brown mop of curls, shoulder length and he rarely ever had a bad hair day (and as someone with curls myself, i need his routine.)

🌪- Javi’s lively personality was mostly squandered by two major events in his life. The EF5 accompanied by the loss of his friends and joining the military.

🌪- He still holds onto the grief of not being able to guide them through the storm, of being picked by the universe to live when three of his best friends died.

🌪- Part of him died too that day.

🌪- The military gave him a tough skin. Lots of physical training and whatnot - he still got to pursue and use his knowledge in meteorology, but more professional and safe this time.

🌪- To him it doesn’t feel the same.

🌪- Once he was done with the military, he started dating Scott mostly because he just wanted to feel something, and Scott made him feel things. However, the two of them didn’t mix and split up.

🌪- He’s a logical thinker, but under the influence of emotions, he’ll say whatever’s on his mind, no matter how hurtful it can be.

🌪- That’s why he’s a little afraid to get too riled up or to let his emotions free because he’s afraid of losing someone from saying something shitty.

🌪- However, after Kate talked some sense into him, he found a new purpose in life - to help people in danger. To save lives and communities, and he’s determined not to let anyone suffer the same fate as his friends on his watch.

[foxbirdy]

hi!

just saw your pictures of you doing some marine biology fieldwork and i just wondered if you have any stories about the experience that you would like to share. Im in 1st year uni right now and i have no idea what im gonna specialize in other than “science!!” but i work on boats for my job right now (tallships, very cool stuff) and so marine environment work really appeals to me. If you have the time, I would love to get a picture of what the work you’re doing entails.

(What does the day-to day of marine biology research look like? What kind of stuff are you studying/information are you gathering? Whats it like? Is it awesome? feel free to answer none of these also)

thank you!!

OH, I'm jealous - it's a dream of my mine to get to work on a tallship. & I love to talk about this stuff!

In all honesty, the day-to-day changes pretty dramatically depending on what project work is available. Right now, as a student, a lot of what I'm involved in ties into coursework or research that's happening at the university! I volunteer with a couple different labs, and there's a huge variety of stuff to get in on. For example:

Last Saturday, I spent about six hours pulling otoliths and gonads out of eighty invasive roi, taape, and toau caught by local spearfishermen. Otoliths are the ear bones of fish, and similar to the rings of a tree, they have ringed annuli that can give a lot of information about the life history of the individual species. We cast these otoliths in resin, and then cut cross-sections to look at them under the microscope. The hope is that this information will help us understand when these species become reproductive, and how to control their populations.

The last several Fridays, I've been involved with an effort to collect some water quality and plankton data after a lot of heavy rain. This work was out on the boats, and we used deep and shallow drogues, YSI, light meter, secchi disk, and a couple plankton nets, moving out from the swollen rivermouth and into deeper, saltier water.

Last month, I spent a lot of time on invertebrate snorkel surveys, mostly looking for presence/absence in the nearshore. Next Tuesday, I'll be doing fish surveys in the same location. The Wednesday after I'm hopping on a wetlands restoration project & removing invasive bull grass, and a night snorkel afterwards. Next Friday is a lab day, working to process the plankton samples we've collected, and I'll be in the coral nursery afterwards. That's the really fun thing about university - there's so much different work going on, all the time!

In the summers, outside of school, that work is just as varied. I've really enjoyed having jobs that allow me to do a little bit of everything, and thus far, my supervisors have been very supportive of me in that. Here's some other projects I've gotten to work on, all within just one position:

Servicing passive monitoring systems! These are pictures of my replacing a SEABIRD logger, which has been taking a water temperature measurement every thirty seconds for the past 360 days. This helps conservation managers track heatwaves in sensitive ecosystems. We prepped new loggers with batteries and SD cards and waterproof tape to prevent biofouling, and then used snips and zipties to make the switch.

Scientific fishing! This helps get life history and population data for our target species, large pelagic fish. We collected biopsy samples, placed tags, and released primarily ahi, but also ono, and mahi. (Full disclaimer: this picture is from a subsistence fishing trip and not a scientific one, where people generally have too many things in their hands & are moving too quickly to take pictures. He was a very delicious dinner for our crew, though.)

Other marine tagging! I got to assist with bluewater cetacean tagging of several different dolphin and small whale species, and shark tagging for galapagos, blacktip reef, grey reef, and dusky sharks. Cetacean tagging was done with an air rifle, not easy at high speeds on the boat. Shark tagging was more hands-on, as we had to manually apply the tags.

Coral reef monitoring! The mission of these surveys was to track coral health through heat stress events, and to identify harmful species. I'm looking under the coral head in these pictures for crown-of-thorns starfish, one of the most urgent species threats to reefs in the Pacific.

This is the bastard. Notice the dead coral around him.

Oh I'm about to smack into the photo limit, huh. Please hold!

[markrosewater]

Hi Mark,

My name is Isaac Holguin. I sent a detailed email regarding your work on the color pie over the years to making.magic@hotmail.com. I hope that is the correct avenue to reach out to you. I had the pleasure of being answered on this blog as well, so I thought I'd double check by contacting you here. In case the email listed isn't in service anymore, I've copied my message below. I hope this reaches you and that you're doing well. If you're able, I'd love to hear back at interactnm@gmail.com. Thanks for all you do!

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Hello Mr. Rosewater,

My name is Isaac Holguin and I'm a nurse studying leadership and education in Tucson, Arizona. Before I get into the topic of my email, I'd just like to say thank you for being a spokesperson for Magic the Gathering all these years! I've played the game since I was thirteen years old, all through college, and well into my career. Magic the Gathering has helped me make new friends and deepen bonds with people I already had in my life. Though I've stopped participating in recent years, the game will always hold a special place in my heart and I've still got an Alpha Serra Angel that is as old as I am!

One of the best memories I have from my time with Magic was diving into the color wheel breakdown series from your "Drive to Work" podcast. During my pursuit of a Bachelors in Nursing Science, I often cited the color wheel as a tool to determine personality traits and compared it to other topics in my studies. Now that I'm pursuing my Master's degree in Nursing Education, I'm interested to see if there were any references or inspirations for the development of the color pie. With the recent popularity of the Myers-Briggs assessment (16 Personalities), Ten Faces of Innovation, and other similar tools I'd like to try and adapt the color pie as a leadership/personality assessment. I understand there will be multiple steps involved to publish such a study with respect to Hasbro and Magic the Gathering as a company, but I would like to attempt to lay the foundation of this project during my studies.

The goal of this project would be to introduce an existing, incredible, fun, and easy to use tool to a vast new audience. Helping others acknowledge that all aspects of the personalities presented exist within them to some degree and can evolve over time has become a core belief for me both personally and professionally. Examples of "your greatest weakness is your greatest strength pushed too far" and the idea that the capacity for good and evil exists in any aspect of a personality are incredible insights that I haven't seen cited enough throughout my studies. My wildest hope is that this tool would be utilized in coursework for multiple professions, similar to the curriculum I'm studying now, to help future leaders reflect on their strengths and develop effective leadership styles.

In short, I hope that you're doing well and would love to hear your insights, recommendations, and references for the work you've so passionately brought to thousands of others of the years. Even if you're unable to share certain aspects of your work, I'd like you to know that your endeavors have not only brought relief and happiness to healthcare workers like me, but that you've inspired so many others to apply the lessons of fictional works to improve our reality. The lessons gained from my long history with this franchise have helped me connect to others in their most vulnerable moments, and improve their quality of life. Thank you for all that you've done, and I wish you continued success in a field you've already become an exemplary expert in.

Sincerely,

Isaac Holguin

BSN, RN

I’m always excited to hear about ways people can use the color pie outside the context of the game. I’m not sure what I can do to help you.

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Intercultural Bias in the Fan Experience of QL

I've been thinking about writing this post for a while, and I think it's an appropriate time for it after reading @hallowpen's post today - which if you haven't read yet, please do so.

I'm saying this as someone who's been on a lifelong journey of learning, and is also extremely aware I still have so much that I don't know. I am from the U.S. and that comes with a truckload of bias and privilege. But this is something I have learned that I think is worth sharing.

There is a danger, for those of us who are progressive, yet grew up in countries that have been historically exploitative and oppressive to other cultures.

Because colonizer bias is insidious. And it can be very tempting to say, I'm aware, I've done the anti-racism training, I've read the books, I have my own oppressions I have to fight every day, I'm aware of my privilege, I'm an ally, etc, etc, etc. But this is just like racism - if you are not being actively anti-colonialist in your interactions with other cultures, you are likely perpetuating bias and oppression.

I grew up in a very liberal part of the U.S. and had a very progressive education starting from grade school. I got education on systemic racism in junior high, my high school had one of the first gay/straight alliances in our state. I studied science in college, but since it was a liberal arts degree, I also took classes on sociology of race, the religions of Asia, Chinese history, etc.

But despite all this I still grew up in a country with a fuckton of bias about our role in how we interact with countries around the world. And as we all do with bias that we grow up with, I internalized some of that.

It wasn't until I took some graduate coursework on Intercultural Training & Communication that I really was able to recontextualize my perspective and become aware of my unconscious bias, thank to an amazing instructor.

Other countries do not need us to come in, tell them what is wrong, and tell them how to fix it. Whatever problems there are, there are people in that culture who know, who are actively working on it, and they know better than anyone outside what needs to be done.

Honestly, it doesn't even need to extend to other countries - just look at all the nonprofits and charities in the U.S. that talk about helping the poor, but in the end just perpetuate the cycle of oppression by coming in to neighborhoods and doing zero work to center the perspectives of the people most affected.

You can absolutely support and spread awareness and send money and share expertise when asked, and do the things that the people of that culture ask you to do.

But if you come in, and try to say "this is what you all are doing wrong, and this is what you should be doing" - you are perpetuating a colonialist mindset.

And yes, this extends to media as well.

This is why I struggle with some of the takes I have read, especially those that attempt to rank the "queerness authenticity" of shows, from an entirely Western perspective, with no engagement with the idea that one's queer identity is impacted by one's culture (among other things), and that it can look and be expressed in a million different ways.

There are criticisms of queer directors, blaming them for a myriad of perceived sins, with zero understanding of what queerness might mean to them both individually and as a Thai person, and what they might also be trying to navigate socially, culturally, and politically.

There are people making broad sweeping statements about the direction that they think QL is headed in - some of which enter the realm of catastrophizing - entirely based on their own subjective opinion of what is most important for a different country and culture to care most about in a particular moment in time.

You know why I'm not worried about the direction of QL? Because I know there are millions of Thai people who care about it too. I know the Thai queer community and their allies are speaking up, and pushing for change and progress. I know that they are extremely cognizant of when representation fails, and I know they are the reason representation has already improved so much (sorry interfans, it's not about us).

And yeah, sometimes the pendulum swings the other way - those of us in the U.S. should be very aware of this. But the fight doesn't stop.

There are Thai people who are working to promote mental health and therapy, to encourage people to have strong boundaries with family who have hurt them, to provide more representation for groups who still aren't seen. And someone from a different country complaining about all the ways they think their culture is failing isn't helping a thing.

Like @hallowpen says, this is not about saying you can't critique. Most of the people I follow do a great job at making it consistently clear that their perspective is subjective, and they relate it to their own life and experience. That's great, and a place for people from different cultures to connect!

But those of us who are interfans have a responsibility as members of a global community. There are people from Thailand who read your posts. From Japan, from Korea, from China. Are you speaking up to support them? Or are you talking over them? Are you expressing understanding for what they are navigating from historical context and current political conditions? Or are you just lecturing them on how you think their world should be?

[celebtf]

The Meet & Greet experience: Nick Jonas

Tyler sat on a worn-out bench under the large oak tree in the quad, his sanctuary between classes. A sophomore at Hartfield University, majoring in Computer Science, he found solace in his phone amidst coursework stress.

After a busy afternoon, Tyler returned to his dorm, dropping his backpack by the door before sinking into his couch. The dimly lit room held the remnants of a long day, with textbooks piled high on the desk and posters of his favorite band, the Jonas Brothers, adorning the walls.

Tyler was scrolling around on his phone when he saw that Jonas brothers had a Giveaway " Donate $1 and get the chance to win a meeting " Tyler was over the moon, Ofcourse he knew he wouldn't stand a chance to the rich fans that could donate multipule times, yet he really wanted to try to see if maybe he had a chance. Tyler took out his card, donate three times got his number and then hoped for it all.

The last day of the competiton came around and Tyler kept refreshing his mail and the Jonas Brothers Instagram to see if there was any news, any notifications, dm anything really. Tyler had basically gave up, no Mail, dm or notification had come in.

* Pling *

" Jonas Brothers has set you a E-mail " Tyler slowly opened up the mail he had gotten seconds before, shaking he started to read the E-mail " Hi welcome to the Jonas Brothers Five albums Live show as a VIP Meet & Greet guest " Tyler couldn't believe his eyes, he had really won something for once.

The day of the concert had come around, Tyler was dressed in his " I Love Nick " shirt and had his Backstage Meet & Greet badge, he was walking to Entré G, showed his Badge to the security guy and they asked him to go and wait right over there.

A tall blond and walked in " You must be Tyler, right? " Tyler nodded nervously and took the man's hand. " Just follow me ". The two men started walked backstage and Tyler couldn't help but to look around and see all the posters on the walls. They stopped right before a black door and Tyler was shaking, was this really Happening?

" Just Knock and walk in, they are ready for you" the man waved and left Tyler infront on the door, he had to pinch himself, he wasn't dreaming. Tyler Knocked on the door a loud " Come in " and he opended the door, right there sat the three band-members Joe,Kevin and Nick, they all started to shake Tyler's hand and greeted him very Kindly.

The boys showed Tyler around, behind the stage, the lights, the soundbooth, the Arena floor and lastly the Costume room, Tyler was showed the Iconic leather pants, the Jersey shirts, they joked around in there for sometime " Hey try one of my caps, I think it would suit you " Nick gave him one the the caps hanging, Nick had been right, Tyler loved the cap.

" Can I just use the toilet guys? I'm so sorry for bothering or taking up time"

Tyler was showed to the Toilets by Nick, who waited outside, just incase Tyler got lost on the way back.

Tyler was wasing his hands when he started to notice them become bigger and hairy, which was weird for him, his arms started to grow lot more hair too. It was getting hotter inside the toilet, he felt like he was overheating, his arms begun to bulk up, these were the type of muscles Tyler had dreamed of.

His shirt ripped and he felt his pecs grow and his felt a something like a punch in the stomach, it was abs forming. Tyler couldn't handle the pain, his vision became darker.

Five minutes later he came back, splashed his face with water and looked inside the mirror, his jaw, new jaw was on the floor, it wasn't himself, but Nick looking back at him in the mirror. How? He couldn't understand how?

" Nick are you almost done, we are on in 10 minutes, hurry up " the new Nick didn't know what to do, but he rushed back to the Costume department, grabbed the first thing he saw, kept the hat on, and went out on stage.

[psychooomind]

Flickering Lights

Michael Gavey x singer!reader

Summary: Michael and Violet come from completely different worlds, but when their paths cross at university, an unexpected connection sparks between them. As their relationship deepens, they must navigate secrets, misunderstandings, and their own fears. Can their love overcome the odds, or will the time put them apart?

A multi-entry, slow-burn, friends to lovers fic.

You can also read it at AO3 here.

Chapter 1, Chapter 3

Chapter 2: Crushed

Michael’s watch read two in the afternoon as he walked, book in hand, his brow furrowed in thought. He had attended all of his classes for the semester, and despite his impeccable academic record, his experience at Oxford had not started as he had imagined. While the coursework was demanding, what truly unsettled him was the presence of classmates who were almost as capable as he was. Perhaps they couldn’t solve problems mentally with his precision, but their competence was enough to make Michael feel genuinely challenged. It was disconcerting not to be the sole intellectual standout in his classes.

In Logic, a subject Michael had eagerly anticipated, he met Joshua Dankson, who completed Professor Sanders’ logic problem a mere eighteen minutes after him. This prompted Joshua to approach Michael, seeing him as a potential rival. However, after a brief conversation, Michael realised Joshua was more interested in socialising than intellectual pursuits; his first question was whether Michael was attending the weekend’s party. Slightly disappointed, Michael pressed on, asking more about logic, only for Joshua to reveal that he simply enjoyed puzzles and problems but lacked any greater ambition. The one silver lining was Joshua’s invitation for Michael to join the Chess Club.

Then there was Oliver Quick, the boy from the first day’s dinner. He was studying computer science and preferred solitary study sessions in the library.

But among his classmates, one figure stood out as the source of Michael’s deepest irritation: Victor Bryon. Michael found Victor’s combination of effortless charm and academic negligence infuriating, particularly because it never seemed to hinder his performance. Over the past month, Michael had yet to see Victor open a single book, yet he consistently achieved good results with minimal effort. Since their vending machine encounter, Michael had come to realise that Victor had a knack for turning casual comments into cutting jokes, almost always at someone else’s expense.

In Advanced Calculus, another class they shared, Michael began to suspect that Victor had singled him out as a target for mockery. One incident cemented this belief. One day, Michael arrived at the lecture hall carrying a precarious stack of supplementary reading books that left him unable to open the door. Victor, instead of helping, swung the door open dramatically only to let it slam shut in Michael’s face. It was Oliver who eventually came to his aid, holding the door open with a smirk.

“He’s such an idiot,” Oliver muttered.

Michael nodded, but internally, he was already scheming how to outperform Victor and expose his carefree façade. It might make him an even bigger target, but Michael was determined to protect his position as the top student.

“Hey, Gavey,” Victor called after class, using a nickname that grated on Michael’s nerves. “Fancy doing the next calculus assignment together? Word is, you’ve got a brilliant brain for this stuff.”

Michael frowned. “Why would you want to work with me?”

“You’re the only one who’s up to the task, mate,” Victor replied with an easy grin.

Although hesitant, Michael agreed—not because he trusted Victor, but because he wanted to prove himself superior on his own terms. Yet things did not go as planned. During one of their study sessions in the library, Victor took a book that didn’t belong to him—a prized text Michael had saved for months to buy. Victor assured him he would return it, insisting it was just a reference for their project.

Michael was left wondering whether he had made a mistake in agreeing to the partnership, but his competitive spirit wouldn’t allow him to back down.

Several days passed, and Victor seemed to be avoiding Michael, to the point where he suspected it was deliberate. However, that didn’t stop Michael from catching him one evening outside the campus with his friends.

"Victor, do you have my book?" he asked cordially.

"Oh, mate," Victor replied with a mocking smile. "I completely forgot to bring it. My bad."

Michael nodded curtly and stormed off, visibly annoyed. A few days later, he confronted Victor again, only to hear Felix Catton, the boy with the eyebrow piercing, burst into laughter. Once more, Victor apologised.

"It’s my book, Bryon. Return it," Michael said, clearly irritated.

"It’s just a book, mate," Victor teased. "Are you going to throw a tantrum over it, like you did at the welcome dinner?"

Oliver, who had been watching the exchange, placed a hand on Michael’s shoulder, steering him away before things escalated into a fight.

"I’ve heard he doesn’t live on campus," Oliver said, attempting to distract him. "His dad bought him a flat on Marston Street. I can ask for the address so you can confront him privately."

The next day, Oliver sat beside Michael in the library and discreetly handed him a slip of paper. Michael smiled faintly. That afternoon, resolute, he made his way to the flat on Marston Street and knocked on the door. As he gathered all his courage to demand his Advanced Calculus book back, a red-haired young woman answered. Her loose hair framed her pale, freckled face, and she greeted him with a gentle smile.

Michael suddenly found it difficult to breathe.

The girl wore a denim jumpsuit adorned with shiny appliqués on the lapels. Her smile was kind, almost disarming.

"Can I help you?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Michael, who was often awkward in social situations, froze for a moment.

"Ah... um... Is Victor here? I think he has one of my books," he stammered.

"Victor isn’t in right now," she replied, her chocolate-brown eyes holding his gaze. "But if you want, I can look for it. Do you remember what it looks like?"

Michael muttered a description, and she disappeared briefly into the flat, closing the door behind her. When she returned, she held out his book.

"Is this it?" she asked.

"Yes, that’s the one," he said, adjusting his hair awkwardly. "Thank you."

"You’re welcome," she said with a broad smile, dimples appearing on her cheeks. "I’m Violet, by the way."

"Michael," he blurted out. "Michael Gavey."

"Well, Michael, I doubt Victor even realises he took your book. He’s a bit of a mess," she added with a light laugh.

Michael smiled timidly and nodded, though his mind raced with thoughts. He couldn’t help but wonder if Violet was Victor’s girlfriend. How could she not be? She was stunning, with her reddish waves falling carelessly over her face, and her denim jumpsuit seemed to fit her curves perfectly.

He simply smiled, turned, and walked away. On his way back to his dorm, Michael couldn’t stop thinking about her. Her image was seared into his mind: her flowing red hair, the freckles that mapped her delicate features, and her easygoing demeanour.

Yet the encounter also left him with an odd feeling. For the first time in weeks, someone had treated him with casual kindness, free from the subtle judgement he usually sensed from others. He was surprised to realise that, although Violet had looked him directly in the eye, there had been no hint of the usual scrutiny in her gaze.

That night, as he struggled to focus on his notes, Michael found it impossible to think of anything but the red-haired girl and her charming smile. He realised not only that he would never be able to adopt Victor’s carefree attitude but also that he could never hope to be with someone like Violet.

Meanwhile, at the Bryon flat, Violet sat on the edge of her bed, scribbling in a notebook she’d been trying to fill for weeks with more than clumsy phrases. It was a letter to her father, yet another attempt to bridge a connection she felt had been lost. Their relationship had always been strained, especially after her mother’s death.

Frederick Bryon longed for a daughter who didn’t exist: a poised young woman he could show off for her impeccable behaviour or her studies in architecture or medicine. But he’d had to settle for Violet. She knew he didn’t hate her, but she also felt the weight of his disappointment, his unspoken wish that she would be something... more.

Meanwhile, the apartment remained in complete chaos. Empty beer bottles and piles of dirty laundry left scattered around by Victor only added to the mess. Violet had argued with him that very morning, but, as usual, her complaints were brushed off. Frustrated, she scooped up the clothes strewn across the floor, balled them up, and tossed them onto Victor’s unmade bed. If her brother thought she was there to clean up after him, he was sorely mistaken. She’d had enough, especially after their earlier spat. Victor had grumbled about her returning the book—his book—to Michael, claiming he’d taken it to push the boy to the brink of madness. Annoyed, Violet had called him out, reminding him they were no longer teenagers and that it was high time he grew up.

Unbeknownst to Michael, Violet lived in a completely different world from Victor. Her passion for music consumed most of her time, between rehearsing with her band and preparing for gigs at Barry’s Pub. While the tension at home was constant, music provided her with a much-needed escape. For Michael, the idea of someone like Violet existing in the same orbit as Victor was baffling. That night, without realising it, he had crossed paths with someone who would change the way he viewed life at Oxford, though he was far from knowing it.

But Michael couldn’t get her out of his head. Her fiery red hair, her bright eyes that held none of the judgment he was so used to, the way her smile seemed to light up the air around her—she had settled into his mind and refused to leave. Every time he tried to focus on his studies, her image would slip in, disrupting his thoughts. He could practically hear her voice, soft yet vibrant, every time he replayed their brief exchange.

The next day, Michael returned to class with renewed determination. Not only did he need to outperform Victor academically, but he also felt the urge to prove himself socially. Yet, no matter how much he tried to concentrate, Violet kept intruding. Her carefree smile, her freckles, the effortless way she’d made him feel seen for a moment—it all clung to him like an unresolved equation. He was certain she wasn’t a student at Christian Church, but that only deepened the mystery.

Days after meeting Violet at the Bryons’ apartment, Michael slipped back into his routine. Between classes, group project deadlines, and his silent competition with Victor, he barely had time to think about anything else. Or so he told himself. Every time his mind wandered, it landed squarely on her. What was she doing at that very moment? Was she thinking about him, even fleetingly? The thought made his chest tighten, though he quickly dismissed it. Why would someone like Violet give him a second thought?

One afternoon, Oliver strolled up with his usual carefree gait, an old, crumpled flyer in hand.

“Look at this,” he said, tossing it onto the table where Michael was poring over his calculus notes.

Michael smoothed out the paper and immediately noticed the name Wrecked Shiny Girls. What caught his attention even more was the surname Bryon, listed among five others as members of the band.

“Where did you find this?” Michael asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Found it in the hallway near the Student Hall,” Oliver replied with a smirk. “It was crumpled up, probably thrown away by Victor. Do you know anyone in the band?”

“No, not at all,” Michael lied.

Could it be that the red-haired girl wasn’t Victor’s girlfriend but a relative? They both had the same fiery hair and, now that he thought about it, similar features. But Violet was so distinct, so vivid in his mind, that he couldn’t imagine her as just anyone. Her laughter, her smile, the way she’d tilted her head slightly when she spoke—it all felt like a puzzle he was desperate to solve.

As Oliver continued talking, Michael’s pulse quickened. He had to know for sure. Was Violet the Bryon in the band? Was she a cousin? A sister? His heart raced at the possibility. He had already made up his mind: he would attend the concert. Not because he cared about the music, but because he couldn’t shake the feeling that Violet was more than just a fleeting encounter. She was becoming an obsession.

Barry’s Pub was packed. The small stage barely stood out amidst the dim lighting and towering amplifiers. The crowd, mostly students, chatted animatedly as they waited for the show to begin. Michael and Oliver were near the bar, watching the patrons with curiosity.

“Have you listened to any of their songs? I’ve heard them all,” Michael admitted to his friend.

Oliver glanced around and shook his head. “Do you think we’re the only ones from our classes here? This place seems... a bit rough.”

Michael shrugged, keeping his focus on the stage.

The chatter hushed as the five band members took the stage. Each wore outfits that reflected a mix of carefree styles: leather jackets, worn boots, and tight trousers adorned with shiny embellishments. Michael immediately recognised Violet. Her fiery red hair fell in loose waves, and a denim jumpsuit stood out beneath her jacket. Though he knew she was in the band, seeing her confidently take the microphone caught him off guard.

The music began, intense and charged with energy. Violet didn’t just sing—she embodied every word, every note. Her voice filled the pub, her presence commanding the space. Michael couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“She’s pretty good,” Oliver remarked, raising his voice to be heard over the music.

Michael didn’t respond. He was too mesmerised, watching Violet interact seamlessly with her bandmates and the audience. There was something in her demeanour—a blend of raw passion and subtle vulnerability—that held him captive.

When the final song ended, the lights dimmed, and applause erupted throughout the pub. Violet stepped off the stage with the other members, stopping to chat with some of the attendees. Michael’s gaze followed her intently, and when their eyes met, she waved at him with a bright smile before walking over.

“Hi!” Violet greeted him warmly, clearly recognising him. “You’re the guy with the lost book, right?”

Michael nodded, feeling a surge of nervousness as he looked down.

“Yeah, I came to see the gig,” he said. “I didn’t know you were in the band. I’ve been following you for a while—” he lied, “—and it was amazing!”

“Oh, thanks!” she replied, her smile widening. “I’ve been with the band for two years. How long have you been listening to our songs?”

“Uh, a few months now. Do you write the songs yourselves?”

“Most of them, yeah. We all collaborate on the lyrics and the music.”

Oliver, who had been silent up to this point, finally intervened.

“Excuse me, I’m Oliver,” he introduced himself. “Bryon? Any relation to Frederick and Victor Bryon?”

Violet’s smile faltered slightly, but she composed herself quickly.

“Yes… they’re my father and my twin brother,” she replied, studying them with curiosity. “How do you know them?”

Oliver shrugged.

“We study with him. He’s… interesting.”

Michael studied Violet, trying to figure out if she shared anything more than the surname with Victor. Her kindness seemed to contrast sharply with her brother’s arrogance and carefree attitude.

Violet chuckled softly, easing the tension.

“‘Interesting’ is one way to put it. He’s a difficult guy to get along with,” she said, glancing at Michael. “Michael can vouch for that.”

“Why do you say that?” Michael asked.

“Well… Victor tends to…” she sighed, rolling her eyes. “He can be a bit of an idiot, always provoking people. If you ever, I mean, you guys ever, end up in that situation, I’d just let it go.”

Michael nodded. Violet knew her brother well. He seized the moment to study her, his eyes tracing the subtle tension in her expression. A tiny vein popped on her forehead, and Michael found it endearing.

He was about to say something, anything, to keep the conversation going, but they were interrupted by a girl with spiky hair and way too much hair gel.

“Hey, guys!” she greeted. “By any chance, do you know someone who could take pictures for our flyers?”

“Yes!” Michael exclaimed, causing everyone to look at him. “I… I have a camera, and experience… in parties.”

Oliver raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. Violet, on the other hand, smiled widely. The spiky-haired girl asked,

“Are you a photographer?”

“Not professionally, but I think I could make it work,” Michael assured her.

“That could be useful. Do you have any samples of your work?” she asked.

Michael hesitated, and the punk girl looked at him, confused. Violet quickly intervened.

“Michael mentioned it, actually,” she invented smoothly. “He told me when we first met, Walda.” The girl shot her a look. “You know, with exams and everything, I completely forgot.”

Michael and Oliver exchanged puzzled glances. Oliver knew Michael didn’t own a camera, nor was he a photographer. He was certain of it. He watched Michael’s dreamy expression, as if Violet had just said the most incredible thing in the world.

“Alright,” Walda said, clapping Michael on the back. “You’re hired, then, mate.” She left without another word.

Violet burst out laughing.

“Oh, I hope you can get us out of this mess now, Gavey,” she said, smiling at him.

“I’m sure your friend will be disappointed,” he teased.

“We’ll manage,” Violet reassured him. “We can meet up to work on the framing for the photos and all that. Give me your number, and we’ll sort it out.”

Michael nodded, feeling his nervousness bubbling up as she handed him her Sony Ericsson. With eager hands, he gave her his Nokia, and they exchanged numbers.

That night, Michael returned to his room with his head spinning. Oliver had congratulated him as if they had arranged a date. But for Michael, it felt more like he had just been able to socialise like a functional person. He wouldn’t lie—there was something about Violet that intrigued him deeply. But the fact that she was Victor’s sister complicated things.

Michael was completely fascinated by Violet. Since their first encounter, there had been something about her that left him speechless. There was a quality in her demeanor that captivated him, and though he tried to stay calm, he couldn't stop thinking about her. He would love to see her again, get to know her better. But he convinced himself that it would be best to remain just friends, or at least that was what he told himself. He didn’t want anything complicated, not now, especially with the shadow of Victor looming over him.

The idea of keeping things purely friendly seemed like the most sensible option. After all, how likely was it that she saw anything more in him? They had just met, and though she seemed interested, the connection he felt was more of a fleeting attraction, a passing fancy. In his mind, he repeated to himself that there was nothing he could offer her beyond friendship.

However, as he replayed what had happened that night, something didn’t quite add up. The way Violet had acted with him, her ease in making up that story about the camera, the way she had been so confident and relaxed around him—it left him confused. Michael couldn’t understand why she had done all that. Why invent such a detailed story just to make him look good?

He couldn’t help but feel flattered, but at the same time, a growing doubt began to take root. What if it had all been a game? Another prank? Maybe she just wanted to make him feel important, as if he were playing a role in a story he didn’t fully understand.

Michael kept replaying every word, every gesture from Violet in his mind, unable to find a clear answer. Deep down, something told him there was more to it, something he just couldn’t grasp. In a way, Violet had been more direct with him than with anyone else, but he didn’t realise it. He didn’t understand that Violet had been flirting with him. He had been so absorbed in his own thoughts that he hadn’t recognised the signs.

He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of what had happened. There was something in the way she looked at him, in her laughter, in the way she had made excuses to stay close. Maybe it wasn’t just friendliness. Maybe Violet, without even realising it, had been showing him something more. And that left him completely puzzled.

How could he have missed it? But the truth was, he had no idea. Maybe he was too shy, or perhaps he had just thought it was all a dream. Maybe, in the end, it would be best to stick with what had happened: a friendship, perhaps an opportunity to learn more about her. He wasn’t ready to believe that someone like Violet, so confident and charming, could actually be flirting with him.

[petrolstationflowers]

Update 13 Dec 2023: Updated 13 Dec 2023 with a Portuguese translation by David Manaia as well as correcting the Level 10 metrics!

A mortician career for your sims! This was requested by Catrillion and was super interesting to research! Your sim can join it via the Hospital rabbithole and is available from Young Adult through to Elder.

If anyone would like to translate this, please feel free! The English strings are included in the download file, just drop me a message here or on MTS!

I used @missy-hissy's career tutorial to make this and a huge thanks to @zoeoe-sims for helping me with some infuriating bugs we finally got sorted out!

Details under the cut!

This career has ten levels and requires you to level Science and the hidden skill Styling, which can be improved by using the Styling Station to do makeovers at the salon. The skill won't show up in the skills panel, but the metric should change and you can track its level through MasterController.

Since there wasn't a strict progression for this job IRL, I've varied it a little bit to encompass all skills a fully qualified mortician and embalmer would need. There's long hours and extra studies included -- it's not an easy job!

There's no opportunities or books to read, but there are uniforms from the Medical career included, which should show up from Level 2. Carpool only shows up at Level 2 onwards, so don't panic if you need to manually send your sim to work.

Please note if you want to use this, you must have Nraas Careers installed for it to show up!

There's two custom tones:

Study Anatomy (increases Science) Practise Styling (increases Styling)

I've put the levels, hours, and pay under here if you'd like to take a look: Level 1 - At the Crossroads - 10:00 until 16:00, M-F, 10 simoleans p/h

Description: "You’ve always been fascinated by death, sneaking into the movie theatre to watch the horror flicks much too young and reading books your mother would have definitely taken away from you. You have a knack for biology and have followed Olive Specter’s SimTube channel since she first started uploading in the middle of the night. With the job market uncertain right now, why not look into becoming a mortician? It can’t be any worse than EverFresh Supermarket…"

Level 2 - Apprentice - 09:00 until 15:00, M-F, 30 simoleans p/h

Description: "After many days of scrolling through job listings and qualifications in the hospital cafe, you’ve finally found the guts to apply for an apprenticeship. It’s not the best paid and you’re still stuck in the classroom, but at least the coursework is interesting. Now just to pass the exams…"

Level 3 - Mortuary Admin Specialist - 09:00 until 17:00, M-F, 40 simoleans p/h

Description: "You’ve passed your course, got that diploma, and swaggered out of that classroom with a spring in your step… only for your first gig to be doing the admin work at the local mortuary. At the moment you’re spending your time booking appointments and sending emails with the occasional aside of cleaning the equipment, but show enough enthusiasm and you’ll soon be moving on up."

Level 4 - Mortuary Technician - 09:00 until 18:00, Mon/Wed/Fri/Sat/Sun, 60 simoleans p/h

Description: "Your first actual job is dressing and caring for the deceased, making sure they’re laid to rest in the coffin of their choosing and that their funeral is exactly what they and their family wanted. It’s delicate, gentle work, making sure death has dignity. Sometimes it’s the living that need you more; you’ll need a calm voice and be a shoulder to cry on for families who have to say goodbye."

Level 5 - Mortuary Technician Team Leader - 09:00 until 18:00, Mon/Wed/Fri/Sat/Sun, 75 simoleans p/h

Description: "You’ve proved to have a light touch with the makeup brush and know the right words to comfort the bereaved, so a promotion is in order and that means working with the parts that make up a human body. Your duties will include weighing organs, taking tissue samples, and reconstructing bodies so they’re ready to be buried. Make sure you study up on identifying diseases in organs if you want that promotion!"

Level 6 - Senior Mortuary Manager - 09:00 until 18:00, Mon/Wed/Fri/Sat/Sun, 105 simoleans p/h

Description: "Finally, proper pay! Unfortunately, it more means managing your coworkers than the corpses. You’re allowed to sign off on the higher level decisions and have more responsibility, but you didn’t get into this role to do people management. Maybe there’s another path you can take…"

Level 7 - Trainee Embalmer - 12:00 until 21:00, M-F, 50 simoleans p/h

Description: "Back to the classroom you go! Sort of. You’ve put in an application to train as an embalmer, and are splitting your time between shadowing one of your senior coworkers and attending night school. It’s long and tiring, with late study hours for not much money, but it’ll pay off in the long run (you hope)."

Level 8 - Qualified Embalmer - 09:00 until 16:00, M-F, 200 simoleans p/h

Description: "The graft has paid off, and you’ve got another diploma under your belt (as well as a bit more cash, thank the Watcher). You’ve transferred back to the hospital mortuary but this time to work as an embalmer, washing and taking care of bodies and taking all the steps to make sure they’re preserved with the right chemicals. It’ll require careful technique with not only the embalming fluid and syringes, but also your empathy; you’ll need to make sure the family, as well as their loved one, are well cared for."

Level 9 - Mobile Embalmer - 18:00 until 03:00, Mon/Tue/Fri/Sat/Sun, 220 simoleans p/h

Description: "For some reason, embalming isn’t a sought after job – which means good news for you! Work is dispatching you all across SimNation to provide your services, from vampire attacks in Bridgeport to meteor strikes in Lunar Lakes. You’re spending more time in hotels than at home, and while you’re raking in the money, maybe it’s time you struck out on your own."

Level 10 - Locum Mortuary Technician - 11:00 until 15:00, Mon/Sat/Sun, 500 simoleans p/h

Description: "You’ve had enough of the corpo grind and chucked it in; you’re freelance, baby! As a fully qualified mortuary technician and embalmer, you pick up agency shifts and choose when and where you want to work, on whatever catches your eye. If someone wants to pay you good money to preserve the corpse of Bigfoot for their collection, now you don’t have to turn them down for something more sensible. After all, if you love your job, you don’t work a day in your life!"

[crippy-tangerine]

Growing up autistic when not fit into “gifted program” category (because brain cannot do that stuff!), but also did not have needs met enough to get the specialist education you probably needed, is strange… (/neutral tone). Our experiences don’t really line up with either of the experience “categories” people mention on here. (Nobody’s “fault”, just observation!). Never seen our (specific?) experiences talked about, so here goes nothing, we want to talk about our school experiences with undiagnosed autism (and comorbidities), because been thinking about it a bit… Realising that maybe find more people similar experience if actual talk about it.! So…

Warning for mentions of bullying, ableism, suicide, abuse, social isolation, eating disorders, generally poor mental health!! Not happy post, skip if this is a sensitive group of topics for you! (/genuine and serious tone).

Putting all info under cut, please only read if you ok to!!

-> So. Go from the… From the start… Not really “school”, but sort of is? Americans call it kindergarten- is where children age like 2-5 years old go? During weekday? We went there when still no mouth words (or only a couple basic words? Cannot remember). Used sign language apparently most things. But apparent not interested in talking verbally. But not remember any of this time (not surprising).

-> We went to a tiny school in tiny rural village from that age until we were 11(?). Have speech (unreliable with verbal shutdown) this point. Was no special education in that school, or gifted program- instead all kids put in one big class and get same lessons. Except the “slow” kids like us… We were “bottom set” for mathematics, which meant getting pulled out of the group classes + sitting in the corridor with the other “slow” kids and trying to learn stuff whilst sat on the floor in a cold corridor. Do not have enough memory to comment on how our lessons were different from the others, but is fair to say they did not help..

-> It is possible the corridor lessons were done when the rest of our class had “golden time” (time to play instead of a lesson). But unsure about that right now (memory loss).

-> We would struggle hugely with homework (specifically mathematics + whatever minimal science we did at that school). Routinely sobbing over simple sums and equations because our brain could not understand, and we would be yelled at by parent for not getting it and being “difficult”. Getting regularly told “you’re not [insert ableist word], so why can’t you just figure it out?”.

-> We were “behind” our best friend in school, and would get compared to them by our own parent often, because “couldn’t you be more like them?!”. Very unhappy experience to be told you’re not good at something, but also not allowed be bad at it, and the only thing you’re allowed to be is worse than your friends. Uncomfortable “middle” space. No peers around us to relate to because socially isolated (aside from best friend). Misunderstandings with best friend too- socially confused and not able understand other children. Out of place.

-> In our next school still in the “bottom sets” for stuff. In none of the “gifted/top sets”. Having new concepts introduced constant and unable to understand them or apply them, crying from stress and fear regularly, mental health declining (many reasons- school work didn’t help).

-> Unable to keep up with coursework for any subjects, struggling more as years go on and coursework increases. Failing exams, not turning in work, unable to focus in lessons so not writing any notes…. All dismissed as us being difficult, lazy or anxious. “You’re smart you just need to try harder!” when we are already completely past limits.

-> Got assessed at some point for specific learning disabilities (stuff like dyslexia, dyscalculia, dyspraxia) for exam accommodations (because we couldn’t finish any exams we did)- met criteria for multiple. Never diagnosed with anything though, not told that brain is clinically slower/“worse” than 99% of our peers in some areas; instead just given extra exam time and told that is all “anxiety”. Not allowed view self as gifted, also not given language identify with disability. Left in middle space yet again and told to “try more”.

-> Extra classes/“revision sessions” during our lunch times with teachers (all our friends except one got to go eat lunch, go to clubs, chill out- but we were often in little classrooms trying to learn science theories everyone else already learned).

-> “Worth” routinely measured by academic success (it was… One Of Those Schools… /negative tone). We were not “worth” much. And we were visibly Other because of the autism and stuff. So bullied by peers and staff throughout entire six(?) years there. Hated by staff (poor mental health, visibly “mentally” disabled, “disobedient”/“difficult”/“lazy”/“rude”, queer/trans in bigoted school, etc.).

-> Ended up in position where missing months of coursework, rarely handed any work in, had no notes for anything was meant to have learned (had to copy friend’s work in all our free time) and we were fully convinced would fail the major exams (to be able change schools).

-> Routinely missing classes because panic attacks, autistic shutdowns, general anxiety + fears (and a hatred for all classes, teachers, students at this point). Hiding in the toilets for hours because not able leave school (gated/locked doors). Walking out of classes midway and not going back in because unable cope.

-> Unable mask autism + antisocial traits as much as used to, obviously combative and demand avoidant (now seen as “scary” by all peers because verbally aggressive, picked fights with teachers over their bigotry, generally unable to pretend to like people at all, rude and physically took out violence by hitting/slamming objects). Hated by most of peer group and teachers, losing friends did have.

-> Took big exams running on fumes. Fumes. Our revision for them all consisted of listening to free tutors on YouTube as we did other things, and then cramming written versions of other people’s notes the night before each exam (and the 30 minutes before the actual exams…). Mostly given up at that point- planned on killing ourself if we did not get the marks we needed. Passed most of them somehow. (To a lot of people’s surprise).

-> Moved to new school. Behind from start in some areas because wasn’t caught up with work at last school. Complete train wreck mentally. Spent all free time in “quiet room” (the room for all disabled kids to hide basically). School knew vulnerable from start- but chose subjects found easier, so managed keep up with coursework vaguely for first few months + get by (sort of). Easy to clock as autistic at this point. Visibly mentally unwell from OCD compulsions/eating disorder/depression, more visible Tourette’s symptoms too. Wearing headphones with music on through all lessons. Teachers mostly allow for us specifically because so visibly distressed. Few times not allowed headphones (because substitute teachers), dissociate whole class not able do any work. Not really able remember details any of this time (amnesia again).

-> No “sets” anymore for classes- randomised classes with other students. Completely isolated outside of “quiet room” (disabled) friends, because all abled students could see that “different”/disabled in some way and avoided. Meant had nobody to copy class work from when not able keep up in certain classes. Fell behind more.

-> Start having other disabled students point out that visibly disabled- have other autistic students say stuff like “oh just assumed you autistic too”. Teachers all aware some degree that very unwell (not able hide it anymore- having severe dissociative episodes in classes, doing OCD compulsions during classes, unable speak to/look at other students, looked visibly sick from eating disorder, etc.).

-> Became obsessive over schoolwork- trying meet “perfection” standards for written notes, homework, practice exams. Not meet the standards. Distress over that and difficulty with life generally meant spend all free time in/out of class doing schoolwork. Fixated on doing well- but not able do well because brain not work like that still. Made worse because still told that “very smart”, pressure meet that standard even though never able actually reach unless spend hours (like 3+ hours) on one piece of work meant spend one hour on (example).

-> Missing classes again. Having pick which classes able sit through because unable be in class long enough do a full day (only a few hours maximum in day already, because classes spaced over 5 day period- still unable do that though). Having to leave school grounds regularly because not able stand being in school environment (because too many people, sensory overload from noises/smells/sounds).

-> Not able handle friendships. Still verbally combative, very distrustful, defensive, easily provoked (and became very unkind when provoked). No real understanding what friendships/relationships “meant” look like. Meant vulnerable to abuse, which took because assumed “normal” relationship things. Assumed because nobody else respect boundaries (platonic), okay if happen in relationship (non-platonic) too.

-> One day we just snap. Dissociative episode during lesson. Spend whole time try keep eyes open and not let roll back into head. Virtual laying on table. Lesson end, friends who in lesson with us all concerned, we just go “no fuck this, going home”. Walk out, travel home (impressive, not sure how manage). Barricade self in room for week solid. Not respond anybody during week, ignore all screaming, angry rage from parent outside room. Simply lie in bed dissociative haze, seven days. Not remember it really (no surprise). Never go back that school. Referred emergency mental health care because completely insane this point.

-> Attempt school 2 extra time as adult. First time not even make it back into school setting- enrol then never turn up. Second time manage few months, crash out again because needs not met (still not diagnosed autistic). And never return again. Honestly no plan for us ever go back- disability too severe this point even sit through one class.

-> TLDR: undiagnosed, crashed and burned repeatedly through childhood. Socially isolated + ostracised, bullied by teachers/staff, unable keep up with workload but struggles all dismissed as “laziness”. Dropout age 16-17ish. Complete dropout- no online no part time, nothing. Consume by how bad disability get. Unable function anymore. Not ever given “community” other kids- barely treated human by peers anyways lot of time. Not given language understand disabled. Certain not “gifted” though like other friends.

So… Not relate to “super gifted kid talented perfect student” autistics. Not relate to autistics in special education (because never put in it). Somewhere in messy grey area between. And never see that talked about really. But maybe others relate.?

So here you go- example what a late-diagnosed autistic experience can be like. Is reason one million why late diagnosed not equal low support needs. Our life dumpster fire because mid-ish support needs but never have needs met (and now worsening disability = support needs increased over years). Late diagnosed autistics not all these savant types, super masking, unable tell disabled… We (personally) undiagnosed because neglect + inability get right healthcare.

By the way. This post not say have “easier/harder” time than any other autistics. Just bit different than experiences seen talked about more on here. This not about who have better/worse time. Just want talk about own experience, maybe find others who relate!

This also not meant be “vent” post. Want explain right so others able understand (misunderstood a lot and get harmed because that- so like explain when can).

Okay this all for now, bye, sorry long post…

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐎𝐂: 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍

Name: Cheron von Blocksberg

Homeland: Hell

Dorm: Diasomnia

Class: 3-C

Age: ???

Height: 192 cm w/o horns

Club: Had trouble picking but ended up in the Science Club

Best Subject: Ancient Curses & Practical Magic

Hobbies: Studying magic, reading, fashion

Pet peeves: His wings getting caught on door frames… just build more arched gateways, mortals

Favourite food: The souls of the damned… just kidding, it’s lasagna

Least favourite food: Anything too sweet and tacky

Talent: Getting under people’s skin (without the teachers noticing)

Cheron von Blocksberg, the Prince of Hell, cuts an imposing figure befitting his position. Even if his height doesn’t manage to impress, his leathery wings and the pair of thick horns crowning his head, paired with his sharp claws and fangs, are enough to have people backing away from him. The crimson ends of his dark hair, reminiscent of hell fire, and the blazing intensity of his ruby and golden eyes do not help in making him more approachable. One look at him makes it apparent why he was sorted into the dorm based on the Thorn Fairy’s spirit of nobility.

Coming to Night Raven College is more of an excuse to leave the bleak and lifeless planes of his home. Considering his status, his education growing up was already pretty all encompassing, so his life at NRC is more about entertaining himself by toying with the living souls around him and seeing what he can tempt them into. Cheron’s not exactly hostile but some of their reactions are just so funny, he can’t help himself at times. Before coming to NRC, he wasn’t quite sure how much the living would differ from the damned but it turns out you can talk circles around them all the same; all the better for a silver tongued demon like him.

Unlike others, he doesn’t go around flaunting his power, though he will put people in their place if necessary. Besides, it’s not like he has to go around making people more aware of how threatening he can be; his title, high grades and the gossip going around campus do that for him. Despite his charming and easy-going smile, most people like to keep him at arm’s length, just like his housewarden. However, unlike Malleus, Cheron is actually present around campus and his mood can be rather unpredictable behind that amused expression of his, which makes people as wary of him as of Floyd.

Still, it’s not like he’s completely heartless, putting in some effort, especially for those who’ve earned his respect, and joking around most of the time. No, no, he is taking this seriously, trust him. After all, he is here to meet new people and build connections, and humans fascinate him. In his free time, he’s quite fond of researching old magic and even experimenting with altering and creating new ones. Some students have also reported seeing him pour over fashion magazines or with his nose stuck in a book.

“Hm? Oh you’re the Ramshackle Prefect, aren’t you? I’m Cheron, nice to meet you! Say, you must have some interesting stories to tell, I wouldn’t mind lending you my ear over a coffee some time. Just call me when you’re feeling chatty~”

Relationship with other students:

Riddle - If there’s someone Riddle has to resist collaring as often as Floyd or Ace, it might be Cheron. Sure, in front of the teachers, the prince is a model student; always properly dressed, never late and on top of his coursework. But Riddle knows better. Calling Cheron an angel is like trying to convince him the sky is red. Yet, the Diasomnia student isn’t technically breaking any rules, always operating through some kind of loophole, which frustrates the Heartslabyul housewarden even more. Still, he’ll give credit where credit is due and silently commends his meticulousness and will to study.

Leona - If Leona had horns he could lock, it would probably happen more often than anyone would like. In a way, Cheron ticks him off more than the other lizard by the sole fact he has to see his face more often around campus. While Malleus is annoyingly oblivious at times and many of Leona’s taunts fall on deaf ears, Cheron returns them with interest each time. The lion prince isn’t sure if he prefers that, so he settles for not meeting the Diasomnia student more often than necessary.

Azul - At first Azul thought he might have struck big. Another Diasomnia prince from a distant land? One far off from living society? Perhaps if he was as clueless as Malleus or naïve as Kalim… In his conversation to test the waters, however, the octomer soon learnt he’d get burnt if he tried anything funny and has made a berth around Cheron since. Whenever he sees the demon with one of the tweels, he can feel a headache incoming.

Kalim - Cheron has seen more than enough souls who had to pay the ultimate price for their greed in the end, so when he heard the heir of the Al-Asim family would be joining NRC, he couldn’t help but be sceptical. Yet, he would admit, Kalim surprised him. Despite all of his wealth, greed was one of the least fitting words to describe him and Cheron could respect that. If you could fault Kalim for anything it was his naïveté but that was hardly a sin. So Cheron found himself being much more genuine with the second year than with others, no matter how distrustful Jamil was of him.

Vil - Vil tried not to get ahead of himself when he met Cheron the first time. Sure, he carried himself with grace and elegance befitting his position but he knew from experience with Leona and Malleus, that didn’t have to mean anything. Yet, the blond was positively surprised when Cheron maintained his pristine appearance and showed off his manners. And against all odds, the demon hit it off with Vil surprisingly well after commenting on the magazine the model was studying. Then again, Vil is one of the few people who have earned Cheron’s respect, so maybe it’s not so surprising after all.

Idia - Listen, Cheron gets it. Being from a gloomy environment and expected to take over the family business himself, he can sympathise with Idia, almost to the point of leaving the fellow fiery-haired guy alone. Almost. However, the Ignihyde housewarden is just so much fun to tease. The first time they met, Cheron had to stop himself from grinning too hard as Idia nearly fell over backwards, stammering out an excuse to get away. As one of the first interactions with the living, it had a pretty forming impression on him. Still, he makes sure to cut the poor guy some slack… every now and then.

Malleus - As the heir apparent of Briar Valley and his housewarden, Cheron obviously treats Malleus with respect, though his tone is laced with playful teasing most of the time, which usually results in Sebek popping a vein. Malleus does not pick up on it. People sometimes wonder if Cheron is jealous of the other prince for snatching the housewarden position but those are just rumours. Sure, he doesn’t shy away from metaphorically locking horns with the dragon but being a housewarden sounds like a hassle and Cheron’s not about that. His gargoyle-esque appearance does net him some points with Malleus though, who was terribly disappointed to learn he was, in fact, not a sentient gargoyle.

Jade - Octavinelle’s vice housewarden has always taken to studying the behaviours of those around him, either to learn more about them or to learn from them. In the case of Cheron, it’s both. On one hand, Jade finds great amusement in watching him interact with students around campus, an air of sly aloofness surrounding him. One the other hand, there are so many rumours surrounding him without enough proof to match them, which fascinates Jade the same way a good puzzle would.

Floyd - Putting Cheron and Floyd together can either lead to a catastrophe or… well, a catastrophe. Their moods either clash and they are ready to go at each other’s throats -Cheron hiding it significantly better than Floyd- which spells trouble for those in their vicinity. Or, they get along splendidly, egging each other on and terrorising the poor souls around them. Either way, avoiding them together might be the smartest option.

Trey & Rook - As his clubmates, they regularly interact with Cheron outside of normal classes. And while Trey sometimes still sweats bullets seeing both Rook and Cheron around certain chemicals, he learnt pretty soon after the prince joined the club that he was very well read and much more responsible than the whispers about him would suggest. Rook just holds a general fascination for the demon and enjoys bouncing ideas off each other.

[choco-worms]

how did each of your OCs like med school (or pharmacy school, I guess, in Eden’s case)? did they have a study group or just go it alone? did they party hard on weekends? how did they react to the workload and stress?

HIIII OKAY SORRY I TOOK MY TIME THINKING THIS ONE OVER. Thank you SO much for the questions! Ill do my best to organize my thoughts clearly.

TW: This ended up touching on some different traumas my ocs have. Including Sexual Assualt, Transphobia, Ableism, and Sexism. Proceed with caution if you are sensitive to these topics<3:

How did the chocodocs like med school (school in general)? 

Eden: Eden loved college!! She was a gifted student since her photographic memory made coursework very simple for her. This is how she got through College and Pharmacy certification so quickly. She was really able to enjoy the people and the social aspects more so. Shes simply built different so college was a breeze academically. She did undergo a trauma towards the end of her education that really gave a hit to her confidence which is why she is so skittish and anxious nowadays. I want to address this sensitively, but will be clear that she was sexually assaulted. I am unsure on the details. Im also unsure if I want to cement down details, but this event shapes her approach on things going forward.

Finn: Okay so… Finn is alittlee.. How do I say.. Fucked up? I suppose the way to explain this is he grew up in Utah. He crossed the country for school and work for a reason. His family was largely unsupportive of his gender transition and was outright cruel to him. So, being a successful surgeon morphed into a method of survival more than it was a dream. This being said, med school is fucking hard. Finn had worked a LOT at it, and he did so probably not in the most healthy ways! His motivation process was “I cant sleep, eat, bathe, enjoy myself until i do XYZ”. This was massively unhealthy for him, but… it worked! enough! Socially, he just didnt have the mental (or physical) energy to have any real friends.

Pebble: The academics were manageable for Pebble. She was always more science and math minded. With some hard work she was quick to earn top marks. Socially was where she struggled. The medical field was much more male dominated at this time than it is now. It didn't help that she was also up front about her autism. Her male classmates were handed opportunities she had to fight for, half-assing CV’s she had to perfect. She was often either condescended to or treated like she was fragile. It was clear most people around her thought she was some sort of diversity pick. She had to fight for her reputation as a doctor to be taken seriously, and that she did.

How did they study, and did they party?

Eden: Studying for Eden was rather simple. Read the content. She can recall it later with her photographic memory. She actually was the kind to tutor and help other students! She hosted a pretty popular study group on campus. Since academics were remarkably easy for her, she had a bustling social life! Hitting the bars every weekend with friends, clubs, parties, the whole shebang! This came to a halt after she was traumatized.

Finn: God, what didn't he try. Flash cards, study groups, mind mapping, repetition, and every other obscure method invented to study. He did most of his studying in a library since it encouraged him not to slack off. He pulled alot of late nights, which wasnt great for his narcolepsy. He maaaaay or may not have occasionally abused his medication to cram for tests but shhhhhhhhhh. He doesnt have to do that now <3 thank god. Obviously, he did not party. Even if he wanted to </3

Pebble: She studied dutifully and alone. She did best with multi-sensory engaging study methods. Rewriting her notes while reading them aloud, recalling information while pacing, or rewatching lectures while she fidgeted with something. She would most often study in her dorm, headphones on to ignore the sounds of college around her. That being said, she did not attend any parties. They weren't her scene.

How did they handle the stress?

Eden: What little academic stress she had, she handled socially. Coffee runs, lunch runs, walks, anything! 

Immediately after her assault she withdrew socially to deal with the stress of it all. It was a lot of hurt, a lot of fear, a lot of depression. Luckily, she had friends that loved her. Her support system helped her get through this time in her life. Slowly she came back out of her shell but she hasn't been quite the same since. 

Finn: He was always stressed. He motivated himself through it with the stakes he had. He couldn't go home, he didn't want to go home. When it got *too* stressful he was prone to just break down, either in tears or manically. if he got too too stressed out, he’d fall asleep. 

Pebble: During college, her hobby of choice was crochet (now a days she sews). She liked things that kept her hands busy. She’d also use some nice noise cancelling headphones to listen to some music. She is very much a woman who likes to be cozy and just generally is a home-body. College was hard for her. Harder than she would admit, but she did it alone. She took pride in that.