#and then my grade is dependent on literally only writing assignments

[skitskatdacat63]

Please god, can someone give me the strength to write ANOTHER 900 word essay in German, I DON'T WANNA I DONT WANNA PLEASE NO

[shummthechumm]

my creative writing class closes grades in a week whoopsies

[cleolinda]

Here's another song I had wanted to write about: Hozier's "Movement." It is a fact of my existence that I get into a musical artist/band about 10 years after everyone else does, and then they become 30% of my personality (see also: Florence and the Machine). So I didn't really get with the program until Wasteland, Baby, and even then, it was for an unusual reason.

When did this album come out, spring of 2019? I had spinal surgery in early 2018. A discectomy, L4/L5; the disc had gradually become herniated due to a fall I'd had at a convention. My surgeon was required to warn me that surgery would come with a (low) chance of paralysis; it was my choice to make. After two weeks of seizing up in pain every hour or so, confined to my bed—hydrocodone did nothing—I chose the scalpel. Even then, it was another four weeks before he could work me into the operating schedule. Trust me when I say, no matter how I'm doing now, I do not regret having that surgery.

But he also told me, "You will always be a person who has had spinal surgery." Since anything was better than screaming every time I moved, I didn't fully understand what he meant until a year or so later, when I was still in pain—a chronic but lower-grade pain that came and went depending on how much activity I dared try that particular day. It was infinitely better than before. And, but, yet, I still deal with that chronic pain today. I will always be that person.

"Walk," he told me. I had a packet of therapy exercises to do, sure, but he was firm on this point. "That's the main exercise you need. Just walking." Which I couldn't do at first—I didn't have to learn to walk again or anything, but I was in a wheelchair early on, then on a wheeled walker for a couple of months. I also have inherited neuropathy in my feet, which was exacerbated by electrically painful sciatic nerve damage down my right leg while I waited for my slot in the surgery calendar. (I swear to God I will start talking about music soon.) I only walk across the longest side of my backyard. I don't leave it and walk around the neighborhood, because I generally have about two minutes upright to get back to the house once my feet start hurting.

So I had been struggling with my walking assignment for about a year when "Movement" came out. Of course it's literally about physically moving (and emotionally being moved), but that wasn't what captured me. The song starts out slow and reflective; it was a gentle tempo for a time when I couldn't walk very fast, and I still use it as a warm-up today. But there are two other things I love about it. One, the willow tree in the chorus, as I was walking my little runway back and forth under a canopy of wild water oak draped with wisteria, looking up into the sun through the leaves and snowflake flowers of an overgrown cherry laurel. Sound met landscape.

But the other thing is how—generous? accepting?—the words are of the "you" of the song. This person, the lyrics say, does not have to be a virtuoso dancer like Fred Astaire or Sergei Polunin (who's in the video up there). Instead, "you're Atlas in his sleeping, and when you move, I'm moved." My absolute favorite part is,

Move like grey skies Move like a bird of paradise Move like an odd sight come out at night

What the fuck even are these lyrics. I can't. That's so good. You ever sit there as a writer and think, I'm so mad I didn't come up with that? Just the pure unexpectedness, "I'm telling you how earthshakingly amazing this person is. Like a beautiful willow, like a rare bird, like some weird-ass cryptid in the night, I don't even know what that was about but I love it." What even. So good.

And I was for sure an odd sight shambling back and forth across the back of my yard: five minutes at first. Then ten the next week, working my way up to thirty, still in a dull roar of constant pain a year into my recovery. But this is a song that says, your efforts to move are moving, whatever movement is natural for you; you may be sleeping just now, you may be moving without moving, but you are wonderful not in spite of being strange in your movements, but because of it. The song always feels like a friend walking along with me, no matter how many setbacks I have, or how slow I have to go.

Anyway, Unreal Unearth comes out next Friday. The five songs Hozier's put out so far are ridiculously good, and I've scheduled a couple of months to be completely feral about it. When the weather is less dangerously hot, we'll find out which songs are good to move to.

[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

Can you please write an eddie x reader where the reader is new at school and is really quiet and eddie starts to get close with her and one night he sneaks into her room and cuddles her

Ofc! This is such a cute request!

Also; my requests are open, and I write for a lot of characters! I'm also open to writing for new ones!

Eddie Munson x Reader

Eddie hasn't noticed you at first. Not many people did. You weren't like Eddie either. Everybody in town knew his name, he was extroverted and loud. You weren't essentially an introvert, but you were definitely more quiet.

Eddie first noticed you when Dustin pointed you out. Dustin had seen you talking with your friends during lunch.

Eddie became determined to meet you.

He walks over to where you were eating, you were alone due to the fact that your friends had gotten the flu at a stupid party.

"Hey, I'm Eddie," he introduced himself, "Is this seat taken?" He asks.

You smile, "Depends if you're the one asking," Eddie hadn't expected you to be so bold. Truth be told, you weren't but your friend had told you guys liked flirty girls.

"I'm Yn," you introduce yourself. Eddie smiled and kisses your hand. You let out a laugh, "Quite the gentleman,"

He was pretty cute. You both started hanging out after that, he would meet you at your locker, or vise versa.

He even started not skipping every class of the day. It was only because you both had most of the same classes.

Even Mrs. O'Donnell's. He hated that class, and you were teachers pet. Mrs. O'Donnell loved you. You never turned in a late assignment, and always did extra credit.

With your help, Eddie had a C in her class. Once she found out you were dating her meats favorite third time senior, she was not happy. But, after you helped him get his grade up to a C, and your grade never went down, she tolerated the relationship.

after a while you both started to date. It was wonderful, the towns loudest and most well known, with the girl who nobody knew.

______________________________________________

You smiled as you hear your window start to open. Eddie.

Even though you were on the second floor he had to go through your window. Even thought your parents weren't home. Even though he had a house key.

You stifle a laugh as he half falls into your room. He was a clutz.

You hear him shrug off his leather jacket, and kick off his shoes. Soon, you feel him climb into bed beside you.

"I know you aren't alseep," he whispers and you grumble over being caught.

"What brings you here this time of night?" You ask and he responds by slipping under the covers and throwing himself at you. Literally

You let out a laugh as you run a hand through his hair. You feel him nio at your shoulder and laugh again.

"You bite more then my dog," you joke and he responds by lightly biting the skin again. A day with Eddie was definitely not boring.

You close your eyes and feel his warmth deep through your clothes. He was like a human furnace and you were like the fucking north pole.

He always did this when high, he most likely was, but he just liked to lay on you.

It was his second favorite thing to do...

[acrossthewavesoftime]

your personal ranking of the stuarts (james i through anne)?

Eſteem’d Anon,

I am terribly sorry for my tardy reply, but a complex question deserves an equally complex answer!

You asked for my opinion on this matter, and you shall receive it. Because I am no tyrant, and believe in making my methods in this little absolutist assignment of good and bad transparent, I have devised a table based on the German high school grading system by which our Stuart Kings and Queens shall be judged:

There are six possible grades, 1 being the best, and 6 the poorest one might receive. Those six grades are divided up by points into sections of three with the highest score denoting an upwards tendency, a solid middle ground, and the lowest score denoting a downwards tendency.

For our purposes, I have substituted the numbers 1-6 with written verdicts from Best (Stuart) Monarch Ever to Did You Even Try to Rule!? and colour-coded them accordingly.

But rather than merely slapping a number and a vague verdict onto a name, I divided the pool of 15 points up into three categories with a maximum score of 5 points, aiming to give a brief assessment of the monarch’s reign, legacy and personality/interestingness from a modern perspective.

5 points each for:

Reign [political stability, innovations, welfare of subjects etc.]

(Political) Legacy [lasting influence of their reign, smoothness of succession, heirs etc.]

Fascination Factor: [why they are interesting to look at from a modern perspective, private life, personality, scandals etc.]

To spice things up a little and stress the hopefully entertaining nature and subjectivity of this venture, I, by my Divine Right of… well, Just Because I Can Without You Being Able to Do Anything About It, have added the following codicil to my grading system:

Radegonde’s Royal Prerogative:

Seeing as I reign supreme, I get to award or deduct a crown (= three points; the equivalent of a full category) to a monarch of my choosing. There is only one deduction, and one addition.

A few caveats and introductory observations:

This is my, and I cannot stress this enough, very subjective reply to a question decidedly asking for said subjectivity. Depending on your historical or political sympathies, you might have a very different idea of it all, and that is totally fine! This post is not meant to be a definitive ranking, but a hopefully somewhat entertaining personal reply to a question that might be answered differently, depending on your chosen categories, personal affinities etc. I invite everyone to discuss, and share their own opinion in the notes or as a reblog.

This analysis does not necessarily represent my general opinion on the (Stuart) monarchy as an institution, but merely aims to compare people served in the same governmental capacity.

The main idea for the categories Reign and (Political) Legacy is to analyse the monarchs from a perspective focussing on the people in the British Isles (i.e. majority-white and Anglican at this point in time), and does explicitly not contain the nuance to take the experiences of individuals or specific marginalised groups into account— this would probably far exceed the scope of this post, which at its heart, is still a semi-serious piece mainly written as a blend of giving my opinion, providing a groundwork of information for people to start their own research off of, and of course, amuse.

William and Mary, though co-monarchs, will be treated separately since Mary took over government during William’s frequent absences (albeit while still exchanging letters with him), and William ruled for another 8 years following Mary’s death.

Without any further ado, let's go through the 7 Stuarts to sit on the throne of England (and in case of one of them, Britain) chronologically:

James I

Reign: believing in witches and writing a book called Demonology which added fuel to the often quite literal fires associated with witch hunts, putting his lovers into high government offices do not sent him off to a promising start. He is also responsible for the King James Bible, though, and some sympathy for a difficult early reign, coming to the throne as a child (and one at that who was groomed by an older man, his cousin Esmé Stuart), earn him a point. 1/5

(Political) Legacy: Technically, James should score here but he does not, since the legacy he leaves, lasting until this day, is not a positive one. Luckily, people no longer take inspiration from his book and burn witches at the stake, but by having commenced the Plantation of Ulster, which is the root of the modern Northern Ireland conflict (later on, William III is merely the symptom of James’ politics), I cannot give him more than one point for indeed leaving a legacy. 1/5

Fascination Factor: Bisexuality, male lovers who run the government, coming to the throne as a child because your cousin, who had your mother executed, dies? There sure is something to unpack here. 3/5

TOTAL: 5

Charles I

Reign: Originally not destined to be king and bullied by a physically healthier, and all-around beloved older brother, Charles came to the throne believing he had to prove himself, and failed abysmally. He failed so badly that he got his subscription to life, and England’s subscription to the institution of monarchy, cancelled. He gets one point for trying, but trying and tyranny both start with the same letter in this case, if you get my meaning. 1/5

(Political) Legacy: When your legacy is Oliver Cromwell and a ban on all fun things like partying, theatre and Christmas, you surely cannot expect to get a single point from me, who loves all these things. 0/5

Fascination Factor: There is something to be said for him having, at least in his private life, been a good man who loved his family, but while that wins you sympathy, it does not win you a crown. 1/5

TOTAL: 2

Charles II

Reign: It’s the Merry Monarch himself! He’s part Scottish, French, Italian, a little bit Dane, but 100% party animal, champagne! The king who brought both partying and the crown back actually has a very mixed record, especially when regarding his foreign policy and tendency to eye French support (and through the latter, Catholicism) more keenly than a great many of his subjects were comfortable with (see the Treaty of Dover for just one example), and had to face several military defeats (nobody mention Michiel de Ruyter and the Medway to him). That said, Charles proved he had a hands-on attitude during the Great Fire of London and, despite his many fights with Parliament, quite popular with his subjects. 2/5

(Political) Legacy: In the absence of male heirs, it was expected quite early on that his brother James would follow him to the throne. While leaving the kingdom stabilised and ensuring a peaceful succession, Charles can be partially blamed for not keeping James, the walking PR- and personal disaster of a Stuart, on a tighter leash during his lifetime, and being way too soft with his oldest illegitimate son, James, Duke of Monmouth, who ended up rebelling against his eponymous uncle claiming Charles had actually been married to his mother, Lucy Walter. That being said, leaving a stable realm to a known Catholic successor, and by the wealth of his illegitimate children repopulating the somewhat depleted ranks of the British nobility is no mean feat: when the present-day Prince of Wales will ascend the throne, he’ll be the first direct descendant of Charles II to wear the crown— Old Rowley has clearly been playing the long game. 2/5

Fascination Factor: Charles’ hedonistic court full of mistresses, wits, sexual promiscuity, partying and general merriment continues to enthral. Charles himself was known to be funny and good at engineering humorous ripostes and one-liners; with the women in his life, Charles seems to have enjoyed rather respectful relationships, to the point that it was rumoured that he enjoyed them twisting him around their little finger. He did get on people’s nerves a little though for forever retelling the story of his escape from England as Prince of Wales and letting his spaniels eat off the table. Anyway, 5/5.

TOTAL: 9

James II

Reign: There is not much to expect of a man nicknamed Dismal Jimmy by his brother’s mistress, and Séamus a' chaca (James the Shit) by the population of an entire island. And really, there was not. While a point is to be made that especially as a young man soldiering in foreign service, James proved he was brave in the field, the older Jamie, who, according to his brother had “the soul of a medieval pope” only got himself into hot water for a) having turned Catholic and b) living his religion a little too publicly for his majority-Anglican subjects who equated the latter with absolutism. He had no sense for what the times called for politically and alienated his subjects, and closest family members. I don’t need to go into the whole Glorious Revolution here, but suffice to say that it takes a special kind of not-clever to have your enemy help you escape the country. I will award him one point for having attempted to work towards religious toleration, however poorly he went about it. 1/5

(Political) Legacy: He got himself exiled by his own daughter and son-in-law and alienated about everyone and was absolutely tone-deaf to the political currents of the time. He’s also the reason why British heirs to the throne today are barred from being or, God forbid, marrying a Catholic. He gets one point for being the father of subsequent queens Mary and Anne. 1/5

Fascination Factor: Like his older brother, James was a womaniser extraordinaire; only, he lacked Charles’ sense, charm and wit (and actual respect for his sexual partners), and could be heard trying to impress women by talking about dislocated shoulders, or horseshoes. His main selling point was being the King’s brother. Dirty Jamie, who shared an uncomfortable amount of similarities with the current Duke of York regarding his sexual preferences, also performed sex acts in public, and tried to get rid of his fiancée by claiming she had gotten pregnant by someone who was Certainly Not Him. It appears that his fervent Catholicism didn’t keep him from being a serial cheater, and later in life, while in exile, he tried to break up his oldest daughter’s marriage, and then forbade mourning for her when she died. An absolute class act. He gets 2/5 for being a mess, a menace to society (particularly 15-20-year-old women and girls), and going to mass a little too obviously.

Total: 4

William III

Reign: That’s a tough one. There is his successful takeover of the throne, not done since William the Conqueror in 1066, but there also was a lasting antipathy towards him on account of him being perceived as a foreigner, something pretty much evened out in the public’s eye by his wife’s popularity. While William’s reign was a time of domestic stability, his main focus lay on the Netherlands, and his continental dispute with Louis XIV. His interest in England itself was marginal beyond its taxes, but he did run the government efficiently, understanding the measures the time required, and getting along more smoothly with Parliament than his predecessors. 3/5

(Political) Legacy: He is largely forgotten in the Netherlands, and in Britain, he is largely only remembered for being Protestant and ousting James II. The Defender of the Faith’s more unsavoury legacy, though not one he was personally involved in, is in the Northern Ireland conflict where Protestants regard him as a figurehead of their cause. The fact of the matter is however that for William, it never was about England, Britain, and certainly not (the future Northern) Ireland. He did not strive to become king because he was so fondly attached to England (in fact, he pretty much detested all of his maternal Stuart relatives except for Mary and the polluted air of London caused him to have violent asthma attacks), or indeed because he genuinely cared for the plight of English Protestants. William understood that he could use the politics of religion as were prevalent in his day to his advantage in his fight against Louis XIV on the continent. By winning the English crown, William could expect to gain access to a vast amount of financial and military resources. William was, in fact, rather tolerant when it came to religious matters, but knew how to use his own. Sorry, Brits. What William really cared for were not England, and not even Protestants in general— his one true love, Mary aside, were the Netherlands. From another perspective however, we have to give William credit for establishing, among others, lasting institutions such as the Bank of England and introducing the freedom of the press! All things considered, he was modestly-sized man who left a big legacy. 4/5

Fascination Factor: William, perceived as cold, aloof and rumoured to be homosexual, was anything but. Away from the public eye, the chronically ill man who very much relied on a show of strength to brush over his so-perceived physical incapacities from his chronic illnesses to being all of 5 inches shorter than his wife, was a kind and caring man who melted into a puddle around children and loved his wife more than his kingdom. His attitude to women was surprisingly open-minded, as letters show, most tellingly one written to his best friend as a young Stadholder, asking how he might discreetly help a young Dutch noblewoman whose name had been dragged through the mud after an unplanned pregnancy. According to some of Mary’s early letters, William was also a generous lover, and their love, which grew over time so strong that William, whose physical and mental health had collapsed so greatly when she died that it was feared he would die of a broken heart, refused to remarry out of grief, and wearing her wedding ring, which he had worked into a locket containing some of her hair, around his neck that was only discovered after his death. Whatever the rumours might say, it’s unlikely he ever had any illicit lovers, so we shall deduct a point for not delivering on the saucy intrigue front. Rather disappointingly, the biggest scandal he ever caused as King of England was The Peas Incident. 4/5

TOTAL: 11

Mary II

Reign: Mary came to the throne when she, jointly with her husband, deposed her father during the Glorious Revolution. While generally seen as subservient and obedient to William, whom she installed as co-monarch, it is important to note that Mary was never expected to be queen, and had been raised rather neglectfully, with little other instruction aside from writing fluently enough to make herself understood, French and dancing. She was however a clever woman aware of her shortcomings, and despite her weak eyesight an avid reader, seeking to better her education. Taking this into account, she actually displayed considerable political acumen by appointing William her co-monarch and letting him take over the reins of day-to-day business, since he had been, ever since his childhood, prepared to become a head of state in his own right. When William was away however, Mary proved, that while she did not like reigning much and always feared that she would not live up to the job, she was more than capable at handling day-to-day politics on her own. Apart from that, she stabilised the kingdom after the Glorious Revolution with her mere presence, since she was exceedingly popular, whereas William, despite being half-English himself, was eyed with suspicion on account of being a foreigner. And perhaps, there also lies some strength in not wanting to be queen; humbleness, and a will to use her position to better the lives of people in need marked Mary’s rule. 3/5

(Political) Legacy: Mary’s political legacy is very much the same as William’s, since they reigned jointly until her death. Mary’s charity was renowned, and she was influential in introducing pet goldfish and white and blue porcelain to Britain. 3/5 politically since she did take the passenger seat ruling, and a further point for charity work, porcelain and goldfish! 4/5

Fascination Factor: Mary’s life was short, and marked by tragedy. Having lost her mother young, it was by no means expected for a long time that Mary would one day become queen. Married off at 15 to a certain Dutch cousin, Mary quickly overcame the initial shock of having been swiftly uprooted from her home, and instantly became popular with the Dutch and, to everyone’s surprise, her husband, with whom she ended up in a relationship akin to those in the romance novels she enjoyed so much. Some of Mary’s letters, preserved by William, have been published and reveal just how much she loved him, sometimes to the point of musing that she would never wish to outlive him as she would not be able to live without him by her side. Other notable professions include her near-blaspheming that if she could not have a child with him, she would not want to have “the child of an angel”. Indeed, it was her childlessness that haunted Mary throughout her life, believing that such was a divine punishment for having broken the Ten Commandments by having deposed her father. Beneath the melancholy, deeply religious queen however hid a lively young woman who would make the odd saucy joke about herself, ice skate with her skirts rucked up, and dance the night away. The tragic story of a dreamer, a romantic heart that had to grow up too quickly, too soon. 5/5

TOTAL: 12

Anne

Reign: Anne’s reputation has certainly suffered from the unfavourable lens of later (male) historians; generally speaking, her reign was one of relative internal stability, not at least because Anne, contrary in particular to her father and uncle, managed to maintain a working relationship with parliament. The Treaty of Utrecht even marked an end on armed hostilities between Britain and France, and Britain could establish itself during the Wars of the Spanish Succession, as a major player in (Continental-) European politics. I am however taking one point off my original score for her husband’s management of the Royal Navy and the influence wielded by some of her favourites. 3/5

(Political) Legacy: Under Anne, Louis XIV recognised the Hanoverian succession, and from 1707 onwards, Anne became the first British monarch following the Act of Union between England and Scotland. Anne was also a noted patron of the arts, whose name has become a label for architecture and furniture of the period. Among those who profited from the Queen’s protection were such household names as Georg Friedrich Händel, whom she presented with an annuity, and Isaac Newton. 4/5

Fascination Factor: …Lasting enough that there is a good chance many of you might have watched, or at least heard of the 2018 film The Favourite, a fictionalised take on Anne and her (potentially sexual and romantic) attachment to two of her courtiers, the Duchess of Marlborough and Abigail Hill. Her fairly recent appearance in the entertainment media aside, Anne’s life was no less tragic than her sister’s; having lost all of her 17 (!) children and her husband and suffering from increasingly ill health, Anne persevered. Looking at the lonely last Stuart monarch as merely the dour, stout lady from the portraits is missing a lot; Anne was instrumental in convincing her older sister that their father’s second wife’s pregnancy was a sham, and, observing the rule of her sister and brother-in-law, decided that she would do things differently when she would come to the throne. Obscured by discussions of her health and pregnancies (and occasionally, potential female lovers), the real Anne rarely emerges. 5/5 TOTAL: 12

The Result:

But wait, we almost forgot something there! Now, for the definitive result by addition of

Radegonde’s Royal Prerogative:

I have thought long and hard about this, and have decided to award my crown to Mary II. Contrary to her sister Anne, she had no time to learn and observe ruling the country as a female monarch, and, also having never received an education fit for an heir to the throne, was actually sensible in letting William take over the day-to-day business. That said, Mary grew with the tasks set before her, and proved adept at ruling in William’s absence. I will also add that perhaps, Mary not having a decided interest in power and ruling made her all the better as a monarch, since she did not look for personal glory, but simply doing her job as smoothly and as well as possible.

Now the nice has been talked about, let’s proceed to the naughty: I have thought long and hard about this, and was torn between, ahem, rewarding either James I and James II with the dubious dishonour of a triple deduction of points, and have at last decided to award it to James I, on account of, you know, essentially kickstarting a yet unresolved conflict and hunting witches. James II has already managed to lose his crown all by himself, he doesn’t need my help.

So this is my final result:

There you have it.

I hope, Anon, this answers your question?

[thedawningofthehour]

Gah- Every time your fic updates I scream at my friends “gUYS THE TABLE FIC UPDATED GUYS” and summarize the whole story every time -

The chapters always hit so hard I hope it never ends- Anyways uh these are questions people probably asked but 1. Who’s ur fav TMNT character overall? 2. HOW DO YOU WRITE SO GOOD-WHEN DID YA START WRITING?

also if you ever make a playlist- the first song that reminded me of doth was Angel Wing Paradise and I don’t even know why

I'm still floored by the fact that you kids talk to your friends about fanfiction. When I was in high school you did not admit to reading or writing fanfic lol. The only thing we'd admit to was reading My Immortal, and then literally just to make fun of it. Don't get me wrong-it's a good surprise! I'm glad that you guys feel like you can be more open about that kind of thing now. It's all very silly in retrospect, isn't it? Fanfiction isn't anything to be ashamed of.

Favorite TMNT character is Donnie, hands down. My favorites shift depending on the iteration but Donnie is always in my top two.

Well, I started publishing fanfiction when I was thirteen and I'm twenty-eight now. And even before that, I was writing little handwritten stories in notebooks I was supposed to be using for class. My best friend and I would sit at a table during our after-school program and read each other's work. It was all terrible, obviously-I remember the big thing she was working on for a while was a dark retelling of Thumbelina, and this was before dark retellings were a thing. But we were having fun.

I also went to college for this, but I'm going to be honest with you guys. I think it did more harm than good. The literature classes, yeah those are important, (except for the fact I had to read The Lottery FIVE DIFFERENT TIMES) but I got very poor responses from my professors for my writing classes. I don't mean to imply that I can't take critique and sometimes it was very valid, (like in my poetry class-I suck at poetry, I know it, I fucking hate writing poetry) but for the most part it felt like they were just mad that I wasn't a complete beginner. No shit, these were 2000, 3000 level classes and the assignments would be something like 'write something that demonstrates a rising action.' Yeah we learned about that in the fourth grade. I'm paying money for this. But it did really fuck with my self-esteem and I ended up not writing much for a few years.

(I will not show you guys the account I had at thirteen but if you ever feel discouraged by your own writing-trust me, it was BAD. I kept writing and I got better. That's the only way you'll ever improve)

The song in question:

I can see why it reminds you of this fic. Not really my taste, but we'll see what everyone else thinks.

[bonesandthebees]

I feel like I should specify that all the electricity I had in high school was calculating the resistance on parallel and sequenced circuits (or both). Which basically requires you to know like 2 formulas, when to use them and how to reform them to get what you want. It’s very visual too, which means being dyslexia gives me a boost because anything visual becomes a lot easier.

I also had some electricity last year because God knows why my teacher fell the need to throw that in (it wasn’t even a physics course! If I wanted physics I would have chosen Physics!). I was terrible at that (I can barely remember what it was). In my defence the teacher never taught us any of it, all of it was self tuition which is hell with dyslexia as severe as mine. Like I have other teachers who do guided self tuitions where you essentially get ‘tests’ you have to make, but they are open book so you’re just supposed to look it up while making it and then you’ll at least know what is and isn’t important. Pure self tuition sucks because I cannot differentiate between what is and isn’t important and everything takes me twice as long and twice as much energy as a Nero typical student (as you can image, lockdown was a special kind of hell I only got through because my friends would sent me their answers for all the heavy reading assignments so I could copy it.)

Also, STEM is very cool and fun. It’s so useful for world building. The amount of times I slide into my STEM friends’ DM’s to ask worldbuilding related questions and discuss what I could and couldn’t pull of with suspension of disbelief is so much fun. Not to mention that learning how you body works is awesome and good for the hypochondria. BUT the way STEM is taught is often very shit. Both in high school and in uni. They tend to get split into separate subjects when all of them connect, making teacher dependant on each other to build their subject matter. And I have friends in uni who will spend like an 8-10 hour day in a lab every week , who then have to write and finish a lab report by the next week.

Lastly,

Me 🤝 Snowflake

Being hella game for the royalty au when it drops and ready to analyse it it shreds.

P.s. oooooooohhhhhhhhh, kitties!

-🌲

that's the kind of electricity stuff I had to do too and it was so difficult for me to grasp 😭 which didn't make sense bc like you said it's literally just two formulas you have to plug stuff into but idk maybe my uni course went more into detail i dont remember

man having to teach yourself concepts like that is the worst. guided self teaching is fine like you said especially with open book tests, but pure self teaching is so hard because if you get confused on one thing it feels like everything falls apart. and i'm sure for you it was especially difficult with having to read so much stuff on your own. I definitely get the lockdown thing too, my grades spiraled down over lockdown and never fully recovered (and that was the year i failed a class for the first time ever. feelsbadman fuck organic chemistry)

but like you said STEM topics are very useful to know about for worldbuilding purposes (like me heavily bullshitting a somewhat scientific explanation for tommy's healing power in clinic so there's logical reasoning to it lmao)

lab reports... don't remind me shudders

[cathumanthing2]

Roseblings Chatfic AU Chapter 2

Magic bitches

2:12 am

fungi fungus gnome: i just realized

fungi fungus gnome: is anyone here actually fully human?

plant flower faerie: Nope :P /lh

plant flower faerie: Scott’s a starborne elf hybrid, im a faerie, you’re a mushroom gnome, gem and fwhip are deer hybrids, pearl has literal wings, sausage has tiny tiny antlers so hes also bambi, lizzie and jimmy are fish, joel is… something, idk, but he radiates animation magic, pix is a phantom hybrid, and joey is an avian

father: Speaking of me being a phantom hybrid, most of you haven’t slept in 24 hours. Go to sleep. You’re making my instincts go haywire over here and I really don’t want to lose control and end up attacking you or something.

tech wizard: yessir mr dadriffs sir

actual wizard: Going to sleep in just a second, just need to finish that one essay on hybrid-human politics that ms. stella assigned yesterday

glitter starboy: uughh that was so boringggg

plant flower faerie: the entire history of that is just humans hating us it was so depressing

plant flower faerie: why can’t everyone just get along?

jungle bitch: because humanity’s fucked thats why

glitter starboy: fr

father: Go to sleep before I make you.

jungle bitch: ok ok ok ok im going-

glitter starboy: does that include me?

father: I would prefer if you did but you can’t sleep at night that well due to being a starborne so I’ll let you off easy this time.

father: Everyone except for Scott, please go to bed as soon as possible.

father: Scott, please sleep when the sun starts rising and catch just a little bit of sleep.

plant flower faerie: ok gn everyone i don’t want to be attacked by pix again like last time i didnt sleep 

plant flower faerie: have sweet dreams <3/p

glitter starboy: L imajine having to sleep to survive

pathetic fish man: *imagine

glitter starboy: stfu

father: Scott.

glitter starboy: sorry sorry-

miserable, hopeless romantics

3:38 pm

engineer salmon: hes so pathetic

engineer salmon: yet so cute

engineer salmon: Help.

Shroom: depends. 

Shroom: are u gonna finally tell us who this mysterious crush of yours is?

engineer salmon: never

Shroom: worth a shot

elsa boi: imagine being a simp

engineer salmon: stfu u simp for nerds

elsa boi: …NOT ALL NERDS-

Shroom: imma add someone-

Shroom added Joey Graceffa to miserable, hopeless romantics

Joey Graceffa: shrub forced me to join

Shroom changed Joey Graceffa ’s name to simp for elves

simp for elves: im gonna kill you

simp for elves: also i only ever liked one elf

Shroom: oh really? So all the gushing about scott’s “beautiful cyan eyes” in 7th grade was false?

simp for elves: I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO FORGET THAT CRUSH EVER EXISTED-

elsa boi: i would be honored but joey would simp for a plastic spoon if it was even slightly attractive soo-

engineer salmon: sooo anywahs hows the thing w/ the mysterious beauty you keep ranting about in sapphic going shrub?

Shroom: GAHHH SHE’LL NEVER LIKE ME BACKK SHES SO COOL AND PRETTY AND IM JUST HERE WITH MY MUSHROOM HAT AND SHE PROBS DOENSTH EVEN LIKE ME AAJDFSAFI

elsa boi: so its going about the same rate as it was earlier this year

elsa boi: cool

engineer salmon: bai guys im gonna go bother gem now

elsa boi: cool

elsa boi: have fun ig

fWhip set his phone down on his desk before running out of his room and into Gem’s, where she was studying. 

She had headphones on, probably on a low volume and playing classical or calm music, and was bent over a sheet of paper, furiously writing something. She was clearly biting her tongue in the way she only does if she’s completely absorbed in what she was doing. Perfect.

He silently slipped into her room, closing the door behind him carefully, before grabbing the buzzing magnets he left in there last time he did this. He separated them before throwing them into the air and letting them clack together and buzz loudly.

Gem jumped up in her seat, magically-formed wings fluttering in shock, before turning around and fixing fWhip with a stern glare.“fWhip! You startled me!” 

“That’s the point.” he replied with a shit-eating grin.

Gem rolled her eyes before putting her headphones back on and putting them on a slightly louder volume. “I was studying for the test we’re going to have in science about how magic affects the laws of physics,” 

“Nerd.” he replied, his grin showing through his voice.

“Says the one in several robotics clubs.”

fWhip started walking out the door, and right before he left the room completely, he turned and said, “At least robots are actually cool,”

Gem simply sighed, and returned to her work. 

fWhip sighed. Lately, they had been slowly drifting apart, with Gem joining gifted classes at their school and being given more homework in general. She often stayed up for nights on end working on a project, and it was starting to worry him. He ran a hand through his too long hair.

Hopefully it would get better.

[waitinguntilnovember]

how to feel academic (many learning.)

JOURNALLLLLL

Literally. Journal EVERYTHING and anything that makes you happy, makes you sad, people you've passed on the street, a phrase you thought of that you like, poems, book reviews, movie reviews, quotes, drawings or art, just anything.

Own classic books, and reread them until you fluently understand it thoroughly. (i think 1400s-1800s is a good period) It's a good challenge to expand your vocabulary and thinking!

Mark up your books. (again, YOUR books, please do not damage a library book!!!) Add notes, mark pages, underline paragraphs, express what makes you happy, and if you're a writer then you can definitely add examples of good writing. It's YOUR book, therefore you can do whatever you want to do with it.

only. buy. books. you. will. read. more. than. once.

Be like me, buy a flip phone and get rid of your old one. Get a laptop to do your work on. Bada bing bada boom, I'm now disconnected from reality :D Kidding, just ignore social media that can give you false information.

Own a personal blog, or if you're not advanced, start a small tumblr blog. Like me. with my 3 followers :)) If you have the talent to help others, and teach others about what you learn, then DO IT! I mean, it's what I'm doing. I spend about 30 minutes on these posts brainstorming and writing, then editing, re-writing, just because I think what I write will help someone. (Also because I'm procrastinating writing my actual book and need a distraction)

Do every school assignment to your fullest ability. No half hearted essays, no barely finished algebra assignments, everything is done like this is the one project that depends on your grade for the entire semester.

Extra-credit will eventually add up someday, it will help in the long run. It's only 30 minutes of your free-time, just do it!

Small book shops >>> Libraries to get books, I LIVE by that rule. Only ever go to a library for homework.

Wear what you want, do what you want, who cares. Academic people are in it for the learning, not what they wake up like. You are beautiful, on both inside and out, and remember that!

And that is how I be as academic as I possibly can, because I'm a nerd who likes cats and books too much. Anyways, all academic people are different! Obviously if you aren't in to libraries and prefer reading in solitude, ignore bullet-point 10. If you aren't in school anymore... well, this list is kind of useless to you, but hey, do whatever you want :) Have a good day everybody!

[dark-sirenparis]

@auggiecrosby

Head tilted towards the sky, tongue out to collect the icy flakes falling from the sky when and where they could as it continued to sprinkle down around them, Auggie exhaled aloud. The fresh cold air felt so nice after being in classrooms, no matter how open and large they were. Being cramped in with a lot of people was never their forte to begin with, even if it was something they had to adhere to. It was just part of living among people. A creature that craved closeness in some capacity, especially in the cold like this. Body heat and all that. Something Auggie wasn't exactly the best at as is, which might've explained their desire to be out of the room, out of the building, and stretching their legs under the table in the Quad they were occupying.

With the holiday's approaching, the hollow darkness that always settled in around this time was creeping in yet again. It was never the same this time of year without having someone he was somehow attached to, to depend on for the sake of the silent mourning process he took to remember his sister. No one to hold his hand, or even hold him while he sat beneath his cloud. Now he was amongst strangers, depending on only himself. Something he had done before, but it had been a while. He had to remember how to do it all by himself again, and that wasn't sitting right with him.

The stark white dove that settles on the table, shaking her feathers and tilting her head up at him read: stop being sad, my child, and go make friends. Although he couldn't hear her voice literally, the tone is familiar enough that his mind supplies it on its own. "I've never made friends before," they argue, brushing the snow off of their notebook where they had been re-writing notes that had been rushed at the end of class, "so forgive me if I don't know how to go about this like a person might." The dove coos, pecking at the back of his hand, causing them to huff but not flinch. "I know, I know. No excuse. Just do it."

Flipping the page in his notebook to a blank page, they tap the end of the pen against it before standing again, and drawing the black jacket collar up around their ears. To protect their ears from being pecked at if anything, as the dove flutters from the table and settles on their shoulder. Moral support, perhaps.

Squaring off, Auggie pushes through and approaches the first person that appears from the falling snow, notebook and pen in an iron grip. "Hi, hello - excuse me." A clearing of their throat, a subconscious nervous habit they were falling back into since they were alive. "I am required to come up with some holiday themed recipes for the culinary class I'm taking. Perhaps I can take a moment of your time to fire off some questions so I know what exactly the pallet is of my fellow Islander's? Nothing off the table." Clicking their pen open once more, ignoring how the dove rustles her feathers as if adding her own intimidation tactic to get the other person to do it or else.

"Don't mind the chicken, she's clearly only using me for my body heat. I was thinking of cooking her personally, but⎯"

Paris, by nature, was not a fan of the cold. Thank the gods his home had an array of pools to swim in - heated, for obvious reasons - to keep himself right. He never really ventured anywhere cold, so a brief but rewarding shopping spree had the finest coats and winter apparel shipped to his house. There were some last minute assignments to be graded before the end of the semester, and as he trudged through the snow he was surprised by a very eager face rushing up to him, a bird on his shoulder. Paris, always bad at hiding his facial expressions (not that he cared), had an obvious grimace as the other spoke. "I suppose," he said, slowly. His head cocked to the side as he listened, his face offering no indication on whether he was paying attention or not. Paris's face pinched into confusion and mild suspicion. "Son, that's not a chicken-- that's a dove - are you aware that is a dove, do you know the difference?"

[miekasa]

random armin/mikasa/jean headcanons (college au)

↯ pairing: armin x (fem) reader, mikasa x (fem) reader, jean x (fem) reader

↯ genres and warnings: college au, fluff, lets see how many times i can mention eren in writing that has absolutely nothing to do with him

↯ notes: this.... probably won’t be a regular thing, i don’t know that i can consistently continue writing for them, but this sure was fun and reminded me that i actually have feelings for someone other than levi :// didn’t ask for that, but here we are

ARMIN ARLERT

Would most likely get pretty good grades, but he can definitely be lazy about it and hear me out.

If it’s a class that he likes and is genuinely interested in (which is the majority of them), he’s going to put in the work—sometimes too much work—to make sure he’s doing well. He usually studies very meticulously, and stays on top of his game throughout the semester.

But if it’s one of those bs classes the university makes you take, or some kind of stupid elective that was the only course that could fit into his schedule? Well, Armin is smart enough to bullshit his way through anything, so he’s not going to exert himself for a class he doesn’t even care about. 

Oh, and he’s very vocal about complaining to you about said bullshit courses. (Completely justified, go off king).

“I swear sometimes the TA just lowers marks randomly to ‘keep the class average.’ Granted, I didn’t really study for the quiz, so I wasn’t expecting a stellar grade or anything, but I know they do that sometimes.” “Well, babe, why didn’t you study.” “Because I hate it, (Y/N).”

Like I said, takes school seriously and tries his best; but even he knows he doesn’t have to be at 100% all the time. It’s also kind of a flex how smart he is and how much he can get by on doing the absolute bare minimum.

Poor Connie is studying his ass off for their shared elective and Armin barely looked at the first page of the textbook, and he’ll probably get a 90 anyways.

Imagine he’s so caught up with his other classes, he actually forgets about a midterm for his stupid elective, and at first he’s freaking out, so you kind of have to remind him of who tf he is. You finally get him to relax and he blinks at you, “Oh right, I didn’t study because I didn’t have to haha nice.” 

Helps you prepare for presentations by letting you practice them in front of him. Actually gives good feedback, but sometimes he’s just watching you and not really listening.

Sometimes, you have to be the one to remind him to take a step back and take care of himself, before his schoolwork. He doesn’t like to worry you, and likely feels guilty when he sees you walking up to him in the library at 2am; so he won’t fight you on it, and just lets you help him pack up all his stuff and head home for the day.

Likes head massages. Maybe sometimes has faked a little bit of a headache to get you to massage his head and play with his hair. He’ll never tell.

If you rub his cheek while he’s laying on top of you, he will knock out like a baby. Almost immediately. It’s a surefire way to get him to go to sleep.

Schedules dates with you, and plans them out meticulously. Sometimes gets playful and sends you a whole ass e-vite.

“Armin, why do I have an email invitation for our date to the library?” “So that you don’t forget, of course.” “How could I forget, it’s later today, and you’re literally helping me study for my midterm.” “With popcorn!”

Probably the type to get a job on campus. You and your friends come to visit him when he’s on shift and annoy him. He secretly likes it.

Oh, he’s kind of shady. Scratch that, can be very shady. He complains about school to you, but also just complains to you in general; he doesn’t outwardly do that a lot, but you’re his confidant.

Sometimes you get surprised and call him out on it and you’re like “Oh my god, Armin, the poor girl didn’t mean to mess up the project,” and he’s like “Well. Sometimes people are idiots and it has to be said.”

Has a bad habit of rolling his eyes and he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. “Did you just roll your eyes at me.” “I don’t know, did I?” Bye.

His hands are always covered in some kind of ink/markings. Accidental brushes of his pens, streaks from his highlighters or markers, a little bit of lead from his pencil along the side of his palm.

Speaking of which, he strikes me as the kind of guy to keep a bullet journal. Not necessarily decked out and fancy with Polaroids and extravagant fonts; but definitely neat, and decorated to some extent, depending on how he’s feeling. It makes him feel organized.

He would pencil in important dates and markers of your relationship into said journal. “Friday night: museum date—remember to buy the tickets in advance.”

If anyone is going to buy, wash, peel, and cut up fruit for you, it’s going to be Armin.

Lowkey tutoring all of his friends, and might be the sole reason that Connie hasn’t dropped out yet. He likes tutoring you the most, though. 

Get this, sometimes he asks you to tutor him, even if he knows damn well he doesn’t need it. Maybe he’ll even sign up for a stupid elective if it’s a class you’ve taken before, just to have an excuse to get you to teach him something. 

Likes trying new things with you. He might not always like the new things that you try, but he’s open to trying them at least once. Well… most things anyways. Just don’t ask him to get up at dawn and go jogging with you.

I genuinely cannot tell if he would be a morning person or not. Maybe mid-morning. Probably not a rise-and-shine at 6am kind of guy, but is up by at least 10:00am every day. Very cute when he’s groggy though, and stumbles around a bit like a baby deer when he first gets up, especially if he’s hungry.

He likes to bike. And really likes when you go on bike rides with him. As long as you both are on your own bikes, you learned the hard way that tandem biking isn’t cut out for you.

Knows that all-nighters aren’t good for you, but sometimes you have to pull them anyways. If you both have a lot to get done, he’ll stay up with you and make sure you both take breaks and drink water.

Can twirl his pens in that really fast and fancy way, and can do the thing where he rolls it between all his fingers too. I’ll let you think bout the implications of that for yourself.

He likes watching cartoons, and reels you into all his favorites. Definitely likes to stay in on weekends watching cartoons with you and just chilling.

Will go to a party with you if you ask, or if his friends are hosting, but nothing beyond that. You didn’t hear this from me, but he’d probably like to smoke more than drink.

Sometimes you think he needs a break and you commission Eren to take him out for the night, but Armin still comes back looking more composed than him. A little sleepy and maybe a bit out of it, but not sloshed, much to your disappointment. “Eren, you really couldn’t have tried to be more a bad influence?? I was counting on you!!”

Eren’s confused, like, “Did you want me to get him white boy wasted??” “Yeah, kinda!! It’s what he deserves every once in a while. Ugh, next time I’m calling in Sasha, she knows how to drink.”

By the way, if you’re dating Armin, you’re kind of dating (or at least babysitting) Eren too. Or vice versa. Either way, they will also go on dates without you. (“Hanging out. We’re hanging out, and I’m tutoring him so he doesn’t fail Biology, (Y/N).” “Likely story, ocean eyes.”)

Can be touchy in a very absentminded way. He’ll reach out to play with your ears/earrings, habitually rub at your shoulders if you’re standing in front of him, mindlessly toy with the ends of your clothing. Half the time he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, he’s so cute.

Plays one sport—is on the soccer team. It keeps him busy, and forces him to focus on something that isn’t academics once in a while. He’s pretty good at it, too; he and Eren make a good team when they play together.

You and Eren tried to get him to join the baseball team too. Eren, because he likes playing with Armin. You, because, well… the uniforms. He would look so good in the uniform.

MIKASA ACKERMAN

Makes her classes look like a breeze, even though it’s at least 300 pages of reading and writing per week.

Kind of gives me Elle Woods “What, like it’s hard?” kind of vibes when it comes to schoolwork. You’re in awe of how she just did 75 pages of reading with a tiny ass font in one sitting, and she just blinks at you like “Was it supposed to be difficult?”

Speaking of which, she likes to read in general; for leisure, outside of her school work. She’ll recommend you books, too. If you don’t like to read, she’ll still try and rope you in with shorter stories, or just read them aloud to you herself. 

Sits at a table across from you while you both do your schoolwork independently. It doesn’t sound like much, but it’s a quiet, almost implicit sense of intimacy that she really likes.

Bundles you up when it’s cold, and won’t take no for an answer. You will wear a hat, whether you like it or not.

Always prepared—and by that I mean, she carries things on her that she realizes you might need. Tissues, extra pens, an extra pair of mittens. She strikes me as the kind of person to pay attention to details like those.

Likes to walk you to class, even if her class is very far away from your building. She doesn’t mind.

On that note, she knows your schedule pretty well, where it pertains to classes and personal interests.

If you’re the type of person who can slack off or even just get caught up in other things when it comes to school work, she’ll be there to keep you on track and hold you accountable. Usually through setting aside times to study with you, but can even be through small things like asking you how your assignment is going.

(Nevermind that you completely forgot about the assignment, and hadn’t even started it—but that’s the point; she knew that).

Hear me out: holding pinkies. Maybe not when you’re walking, but when you’re seated next to each other. The longer you’re together, the more likely she is to initiate it, too.

Would rather study at home/in her apartment than in the library, but if you like to study there, she can compromise a few days out of the week.

Makes you playlists, and they’re usually really good, because she knows you so well. Sometimes she gets cute and customizes the cover art to a picture of the both of you.

She’s your ride or die, so if you complain to her about a prof you don’t like or a TA you don’t think is fair she’s 100% on your side. She might not always be able to do anything about it, but she’ll definitely let you complain to her.

Texts you throughout the day to check up on you, but usually disguised through other questions. Asks what you want/had for lunch when she’s really checking to make sure you ate. Asks you what time your lectures end, just to make sure you didn’t skip it (again). Asks you what time you’re going to be done studying to make sure you don’t stay up all night cramming again.

Takes a genuine interest in your courses, and absolutely loves to listen to you talk about them.

If your classes are vastly different, she’ll still try and help you however she can, even if it’s only in small ways, like proofreading something for you.

Doesn’t use emojis alot, so your contact doesn’t have a bunch of hearts next your name on anything. But she does put your last name in as Ackerman. 

Has social media, but mostly uses it to keep up with her friends, and you. You’re in most of the few pictures that she does post, and she might not say it, but she really likes it when you post photos of/with her. 

Not sure why, but I think she’d be a pretty decent artist if she tried. That trend of doing glass paintings on TikTok? I think she’d be into that, and would plan out the whole thing as a date with you.

Keeps up with all your favorite shows to talk about or watch them with you. Sometimes she’ll purposely miss a few episodes so that she can spend the night and marathon them with you.

Likes to stay in and drink cheap wine and just watch or talk about whatever with you. You could watch a terrible show just to laugh and comment on it the entire time and she would be so happy. 

Doesn’t like to sit down on public transportation, and honestly would rather you didn’t either, but she’s not going to stop you from taking a seat. If you’re sitting, she’ll stand in front of/over you, and always keeps wire headphones long enough for you to share music that way.

The most insufferable human when she’s sick and she knows it. She hates being sick. And she knows you shouldn’t be around her or else you might get sick but she also just wants you to hold her. (You do).

Likes to sleepover at your place. Talks with you about your day while you lay down. Always smells good. Very cuddly when sleepy. 10/10.

Hates the act of doing her laundry, but likes doing it with you. Lowkey starts buying and using the same detergent and fabric softener as you because it makes her smell like you.

Gets very embarrassed if you kiss her in public. Very red in the cheeks, it’s kind of cute, so I wouldn’t blame you if you did it on purpose.

JEAN KIRSTEIN

Jean is… quite smart, if you ask me. Or, at the very least, analytical, which can be applied to a variety of academic settings.

The only thing is, he’s incredibly lazy about it. He wants to do well in school, and can definitely pull himself together for a midterm or an exam; but is horrible at keeping pace with all his other work and assignments on a regular basis.

He also can’t sit still, which is why even though he is very kind and chivalrous and brings many snacks to your study sessions, he is also competing for number one worst study partner. Right next to Eren and Sasha.

Gets pouty when you tell him you don’t want to study with him. “But… but… but I brought snacks! And bubble tea!” “Yes, but you also have the attention span of a rabbit, Jean.”

At the end of the day he understands… that doesn’t mean he’s not going to be bitter about it LOLOL. It’s fine, you can make it up to him by hanging out with him afterwards.

Is, like, classically trained in at least two instruments because his mom put him in lessons as a child. He used to hate it growing up, and he doesn’t practice much now, so he never talks about it.

One day you happen to mention something about comparing two songs, telling him they remind you of each other but you don’t know exactly why or why, and very nonchalantly he’s like, “They sound similar because they share the same major chord in the chorus, and they’re in the same key.” 

And you just kind of blink at him like, “Okay, Beethoven. How. How did you know that.”

Once you realize he can, like, actually play the piano and violin really well you’re always begging him to play for you. It doesn’t happen often—it’s not like he owns a violin anymore and he certainly doesn’t have a grand piano in his shitty college apartment—but sometimes you sneak into the music room when it’s empty and he’ll play something for you.

He’s a romantic at heart, so he doesn’t mind, and if anything kind of enjoys you watching him play. It’s much better than playing for random parents in a recital. You’re dead if you ever mention it to any of his friends though.

Also not a frat boy, but definitely likes to party. Everything with reason. If he crushed a midterm on Thursday, he deserves to throw back a few beers on Friday night, you know?

Touchy when he’s drunk. Well, touchier than normal; he’d be the most affectionate out of every one on a regular basis. But he’s touchy and messy when he’s drunk, so he’s all over you.

Messy, but happy. All smiles and giggles and red cheeks, with his arm around your shoulder, boasting you anybody who will listen about his super hot girlfriend.

He and Eren throw the best parties when they team up together. (Only slightly related, but those two, when drunk together, could probably pass as a couple; they’re so uncharacteristically happy, and affectionate. You may or may not be keeping some photo and video evidence of Eren and Jean drunk cuddling).

Sends you videos when you’re in the middle of class. And only then. He plans it to be annoying. Because he is annoying.

Also always sending you those in-messsage games while you’re in the middle of lecture or studying. “PLEASE play virtual pool with me!! I’ll even let you win one round!!” “I AM TRYING TO LEARN!!” “LEARN LATER 😡😡😡”

A fucking fiend in your Instagram comments. It’s a miracle none of them have been removed or reported for inappropriate content. Replies to OTHER people’s comments complimenting YOU!! He’s so much

@sashabraus: aww you look so cute @youruser!! that color looks so good on you 💕 @jeannotjean: omg omg tysm @sashabraus 😊 i picked it myself @youruser: SHE WAS TALKING TO ME @jeannotjean!!! ME!!! @jeannotjean: @youruser you have no proof 🙄 @youruser: SHE USED MY @!!!! GET OUT OF MY COMMENTS!!! @jeannotjean: you’re so hot when you yell at me via insta comments 🥵🥵🥵 would it be better if i slid into your dm’s instead 😫😫😉 @youruser: @jeannotjean BLOCKED!! EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY!!

You try explaining your coursework to him and he’s just looking at you with puppy dog eyes like, “I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about, babe, but you look hot while doing it, so, please, continue.”

He’s another cocky annoying bastard (endearing). Always tilting you head up to look at him and smirk at you. Pisses you off just to put his arm around your shoulder and be like, “It’s okay, I know you love me anyways.” Winks at you in public just to embarrass you. He’s the worst. The worst.

King of picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder for absolutely no reason at all.

He lowkey wants to get an ear piercing and uses you to talk him into it. “Don’t you think I’d look hot with a piercing? I think I would.” “You would look good regardless, Jean. So, do it if you want to.” “Right. But, like.... do you think I would look hot.”

For as annoying and cocky as he can be, the second you actually genuinely tell him you think he’s attractive or talented or whatever, he gets kind of shy. It’s very cute. 

Likes trying new restaurants with you, even though he really should stop spending all his money on food. Sometimes trying new restaurants means ordering from a new place, but it’s whatever, you know.

Honestly… the two of you would probably have a ridiculously high Uber Eats bill. You really should go outside and, like, be people every once in a while LOLOL

Okay, but it’s mostly Jean’s fault. For as much as he likes to party, and doesn’t mind hosting a party, he doesn’t do much beyond that. He hangs out with his/your friends, and with you, obviously, but he’s not the kind of guy to have his weekend booked up all the time.

He would much rather stay in with you, and talk trash about his stupid group project partners, and lay on your stomach and try to teach you how to play his favorite video games.

Spoiler: he fucking lies and/or leaves out key parts of the gameplay!! Just so he can crush you and laugh about it!! Annoying, but you’re the one keeping him around, so, who can you really blame but yourself.

[obeymeluv]

The Baby Assignment [Lucifer]

I have a list of actual headcanons for demon baby behaviors, but this is not that post.

You and the boys have a baby! (sort of). 

You should’ve never told Diavolo about how high schools used to have practice baby classes.

Note: most of the genders and children come from “The Bros as Dads” post.

Cut me some slack on the names. I didn’t really have them planned, haha.

Lucifer:

Extremely skeptical. This whole assignment depends on you two standing in a summoning circle and--in a flash of light there’s a KID in the middle of the floor.

It’s a GIRL! 

This triggers his demon form on reflex because he’s startled and can’t help but have flashbacks of Lilith. You’re cooing to the little girl and Lucifer feels breathless as he takes in her hair (it’s his) and those big eyes (they’re yours)

His wings flap a few times before pressing close to his body. This has caught the baby’s attention and she’s staring at him with more intelligence than a child should have.

The professor says the child will grow exponentially over the next week or so and she should be able to deliver a report on how competent you are as parents. Their developmental age will be assessed and factored in as part of the grade.

You walk carefully over to Lucifer, eyes shining and a tiny fist in your hand and oh Diavolo, he wants this child to be real right then and there!

The naming doesn’t happen until you’re back at the House of Lamentation with a massive magical trunk that will spawn child necessities. You sit in his study as the baby looks around and points to things. You name them off.

You’re in the middle of walking her over to look at his records and watching her slap things on the shelf, trying to feel them with her fingers, when he gets the idea to name her after one of the human composers he knows (”Marianna.”)

You honestly thought the addition of a literal child would throw Lucifer off but he’s prepared. It’s only then you realize he’s been alive for thousands of years and helped raise the other six people in the house

Enjoy your view of Lucifer wearing a baby sling for the first three days because unless you have a real kid together, this is the only time you’ll see it

The two of you work on a schedule and carve out time to teach the child on top of your other duties. Sometimes you’re hooked up to the sling, sometimes it’s him. He gets a kick out of seeing you tote the kid around and usually catches you tickling her feet.

Diavolo graciously lightens up on Lucifer’s paperwork load (BY A LOT!) in exchange for seeing the child and playing with them

Most of her facial expressions take after Lucifer��s and Diavolo is BEYOND amused

After day 3, Marianna gets distressed seeing Lucifer sit so long, so she’ll toddle you to Lucifer and just points until you do something about it

100% a daddy’s girl and Lucifer has a hard time keeping his pride in check. It’s coming off of him in waves

She says her first words between day 4 and day 5 and Lucifer wants to cry (he does) because the first one is “daddy”

From day 5 on it’s a constant fight to keep her close because the bros want to smother her for being so cute and are bugging her to say their names

Marianna is partial to Satan and Lucifer is secretly glad. Satan acts all smug about it.

She has Lucifer’s insistency for perfection. Mammon was messing with her tea party set up and she bit him for moving her plate in the wrong spot. That was day 6 and she had her pointy baby demon teeth. Marianna got a little whisper scolding that Mammon would’ve died for BECAUSE SHE GETS KISSES WHILE SHE’S GETTING SCOLDED? FOR REAL?! HE GETS STRUNG UPSIDE DOWN!

Marianna hates being fussed over and likes to dress herself. Whatever you or Lucifer fix, she undoes when your back is turned.

One of her favorite hobbies is sitting on Lucifer’s lap and practicing her handwriting. She also likes to brush his feathers. Marianna asks to sleep in them and will try to hide from you in them. The giggles give her away.

By day 7 she has the intelligence of (at least) a 6 year old and has velvety nubs for horns. You learned that demons like to rub their horns against hard surfaces (or loved ones) as scenting and for their growth.

She accidentally scratches you up, not quite understanding you’re human, and goes into an absolute meltdown. She didn’t mean to hurt you.

Goes into a freaking rage when anyone tries to fix you up. Wants to do it herself. This kid is a literal puddle of apologies, please hold her.

She cuddles you for the rest of that day and officially gets her own little desk beside Lucifer on day 8. Marianna pretends to write her own letters but mostly draws. Bugs Lucifer with the random stuff Satan and Levi teaches her but he doesn’t mind.

You’d bring them snacks every now and then and sometimes you’d hear them singing together (ever so quietly). You didn’t know Lucifer could sing. 

Lucifer has woken up with a fist in his face, accidentally been punched in the eye, and has been kicked away at least once since she was big enough to sleep in the bed. She takes after Lucifer in the way that she needs you behind closed doors. Marianna doesn’t sleep unless she can feel both of you next to her. 

Lucifer officially has bragging rights about sleeping with you (even if he won’t pull that). Secretly gets the best sleep of his life. Really starting to feel the parent thing. A kid with you would be nice.

Marianna gets little fluffs for wings on day 9 and they “air box” when she’s angry. She demands back scratches for how dry and itchy the feel and you figure out she purrs like Lucifer.

She doesn’t always prank Lucifer but when she does, she hides his pens and makes him play hide and seek with her to get them back

Marianna likes to help out in the kitchen and loves setting the table. She gets mad if anyone messes with the napkin folds you guys practice. She makes a tiny Lucifer screech when Asmo gets obnoxious with taking pictures for Devilgram and Mammon nearly breaks his chair trying to run out of it. She laughs like you.

Around day 10 she insists on a family day and Lucifer has this sinking feeling in his gut that she knows she won’t be around much longer. Maybe it’s a side effect of the spell. The two of you spend the day running around the Devildom taking lots of pictures. Diavolo crashes a few of those pictures.

She spends day 11 burning the midnight oil with Lucifer. Around 9 PM he’s trying to send her to bed. Marianna just drags a blanket back into his study and snuggles down. He notices all her old pictures and some new ones she’s drawn. “It’s my book,” she tells him.

“Your book?”

“Yep.” she colors in the lines carefully, the finished pages pushed away and much better than her older ones. “It’s for you guys, for when I go away. And for your school.”

On day 12 you bring her back into the class, she’s dressed in similar colors to Lucifer. She wanted to look good for her presentation and she said ‘dad always looks nice’.

Marianna talks through her book, calling back memories of building blocks and playing hide and seek. She’s very proud of the pictures from two days ago. They’re her favorite. She shows off her horns and the “dad roar”.

You and Lucifer walk her to the circle. She stands in it as the spell determines her final age. She’s about 10, pushing the limits for growth as determined by the spell.

“I wasn’t here a long time, but I had fun.” she hands him the book and gives you a much longer hug than Lucifer. You wonder if it’s her way of apologizing for having a favorite even though she was good to both of you. “Maybe I’ll see you again sometime.” she looks up at Lucifer as she hugs him, her chin pressed into his stomach.

“Perhaps.” Lucifer takes on his demon form as the circle starts to glow, flapping one wing at her. She “air boxes” back before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

It’s a quiet, lonely silence. Very cold. There’s a subtle warmth in Lucifer’s embrace as he guides you back to your desk. It was brief, but you see why she likes his hugs. 

[harrywritingsbyme]

Going Virtual

Based Off Of This Ask

A/N: I love this concept sm!! like Harry is in full pest mode with this one lmao...but it’s cute. Enjoy🙃

School was back in session. Not only was Harry’s 7 year old beginning the first day of 3rd grade, you were also in school and going into your sophomore year of college. Harry had gotten so comfortable spending all of his time with you both over the past 6 months, and even more since June that he was practically dying from boredom because of having all this newfound time to himself. And it wasn’t even alone time. It was him being all by himself while you two were confined to your respective spaces in the house to get you guys’ schoolwork done. You guys were literally so close, but yet so far away from him now. All he wanted to do was pull you both away from the computers to spend time together. The only moments he had with you or his son were the brief periods when either of you summoned him for assistance or for a refreshment of your snacks. With school in the picture even more, there was just about no time in the day for Harry. At least when you two physically went to school you both were kind of out of sight out of mind so to speak given the fact that he didn’t have much accessibility to either of you during the day.

Now even though you and Harry’s son were in school and doing schoolwork during the day, it didn’t stop Harry from being a bit of a pest at times. And he was mainly a pest to you. When he would bring you guys snacks while you were taking care of your assignments, during and after school, he’d try his hardest to shift some of you guys’ attention onto him. Now he wouldn’t try as hard to get at his son. The most he’d do was attempt to instigate a tickle fight or offer up some play time. But due to Harry’s successful efforts to have consistency and put your work first before play when raising his son, his tactics weren’t being accepted at all. Bubs would simply tell Harry, or daddy for that matter, to stop and that he could play with him later. And because he was so adorable and Harry couldn’t get enough of him, he’d give his cheeks a good pinch with a kiss to the forehead before offering to help with his work.

But with you on the other hand, Harry didn’t go that easy.

Instead of just leaving you alone after you pushed him away, he continued on. He’d try to pull your chair away from the table while you’re typing away on your computer. He’d also sit on the floor while you’re in your zoom classes and pull at your pants leg or hem of your shorts depending on what clothing item you threw onto your body before your class. And eventually he did in fact leave once you practically (and almost literally) kicked him out of the room. But he didn’t stop his little attacks to get your attention there. He’d even send you raunchy messages, explaining in detail all of the many ways and times he wanted to take you. And this wasn’t just during your classes; this was also when you were working on your assignments. He refused to let up. And believe it or not, Harry began working even harder to get your attention within in the last couple of weeks. It’d only been about a month and he’d already begun to intensify his “attacks”.

And today was nothing short of Harry trying to get you and bubs’ attention. If he wasn’t lying on the couch reading or trying to write or do anything that was in the slightest bit productive, Harry was checking in on you and bubs. He’d periodically make his way to you guys’ workspaces to check in and bring you snacks and any help if needed. Once he checked in on the third grader down the hall, he’d take a stroll down to your space to check in on and bug you. When you were in one of your zoom classes a bit earlier on in the day, Harry walked into the room, brought you what he normally got you at that time, then sat on the floor next to you so that he could be a pest. Today you were wearing shorts so his pest level had spiked, he was touching you and just not leaving you alone. He enjoyed making you gasp or react to his touches while your camera was on. Now even though you thought that his efforts were cute and you felt a bit bad for not spending a lot of time with him, it didn’t stop you from plucking Harry whenever you weren’t writing something down. You didn’t know why, but it was a bit nice to give him a pluck here and there while he tried to seduce you into stepping away from your computer.

To make things worse, he knew your schedule in and out! This meant that he’d come in during the tail end of one of your classes then continue being an even bigger pest when you were trying to get some work done in between.

“Can you please like leave me alone.” You ask calmly, keeping your eyes on the screen in front of you.

“Umm no. That is, only if you take a little break right now.” Harry barters from below, continuing to touch you.

“Why don’t you go bother your son? I bet he wants to see his daddy more than I do right now.” You say matter of factly, finally turning your head down to look at him.

“Well first of all, you calling me daddy right now was a big mistake and because of it I’m going to be an even bigger pest.” Harry begins. At least he admitted to being a pest. “Now second of all, I’ve already checked on him and he doesn’t need me. So now I’m in here.” He continues on with his explanation.

“Oh my god! We’re gonna need some defense strategies against you.” You huff. “What is it going to take for you to leave me alone?” You ask, deciding to finally give into his antics of it meant that you’d have a little moment to get some Harry free work done.

“Let me make you cum and I’ll leave you alone. I know you’re already drenched since I did see that you read my messages.” Harry says.

“Fine, but hurry up. I need to get back to my paper.” You concede, standing up from your seat to let him have your way with you.

“Well you don’t have to be so hostile, it’s not like you’re not going to enjoy it. If you don’t, I’ll be reevaluating my skills while you ignore me.” Harry replies as he lifts himself up from the ground, letting out a series of grunts in the process.

“Well it never hurts an old dog to get new tricks.” You push back. The age gap was a definite hot button for the two of you so if there was any window to push it, you were going to take that opportunity.

“Well I don’t think that I’ve heard you complain about my old tricks.” Harry begins, pushing back the chair to stand behind you. “In fact, I always hear you screaming for more.” Harry whispers into your ear as he swiftly tugs your shorts and panties down your legs in one motion.

“Maybe.” You reply defiantly, trying to stand your ground with him.

“That’s where you’re mistaken baby.” Harry hums, bringing a hand down between your legs. “And judging but the stickiness between your legs, you know that it’s not just maybe either.” Harry continues, pushing two of his fingers up and down your folds before finally pushing them into your entrance.

“Oh my god.” You sigh,  taking in the feeling of his fingers entering you. You hated it when he was right, but this time he was, his fingers felt so good.

“Not so mad at me bothering you now huh?” He chuckles behind you, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you.

“No” You whimper. His fingers were doing wonders to your body. And that was all he was doing. Hw was simply fucking his fingers into your hole and you were falling apart as you clutched onto the edge of the desk for dear life.

“Good girl.” He praises, bringing his face to your neck to sponge kisses into your neck as he pleasures you. While he continues pumping his fingers into you, he moves his hand that was securely planted on your waist down to your front to begin circling two of his fingers around your clit.

Right now, you were going insane. Your paper was now long forgotten; at least for the time being. Harry’s hands were like magic between your legs and you could feel yourself beginning to drift closer to the edge. There was a special warmth that infiltrated your body when you were getting closer to letting go, and you were starting to feel it move through your body. You were also beginning to feel the knot in the pit of your stomach begin to tighten.

“Can feel y’clenching up around me, wanna cum sweets?” Harry hums into your ear, fanning his warm breath across your skin and creating goosebumps all across your body in the process.

“Please daddy.” You pant in response, feeling your lower half begin to go numb.

“Let go f’me baby.” He whispers, pushing his fingers as deep as possible and holding it there while continuing to stimulate your clit.

“Fuck!” You exclaim lowly, trying to hold back your moans as you cum around his fingers.

“That’s it sweet girl.” Harry praises happily, feeling your walls contract around his fingers. While you continue riding the wave of your release, Harry keeps his fingers inside of you and he continues placing kisses onto your neck as well. And once you finish riding out the amazing orgasm that ripped right through you, your mind goes right back to what you need to get done. And to be honest, for some reason that was unbeknownst to Harry, he absolutely loved that about you.

“Can I go write my paper now.” You huff shakily, trying to move your feet around to reagin more feeling in your legs and trying to get your mind straight again.

“Only if you promise to spend some more time with me and bubs later, we miss you.” Harry bargains, slowly removing his fingers from inside of you.

“Fine.” You breathe out cheerfully. In that moment, you didn’t exactly know what you were happy about. You weren’t sure if you were happy about getting a nice little break in the monotony of your work or of it was from the fact that Harry was finally going to leave you alone for a little while or that you were going to finally spend some time with the little family you were lucky enough to be apart of. Either way, you were definitely going to take a bit of a break later.

And let’s just say that this school year was going to be a bit of an interesting one for Harry.

Masterlist

[auroracalisto]

the beauty of breathing

summary: the reader has abusive parents and lives in the murder house.  tate has only just realized that they have abusive parents and chooses to do something about it, all depending on what the reader chooses.  

pairing: tate langdon

word count: 1k words

warnings: mentions of abuse, slight physical abuse, abusive parents, mentions of death, preluded mention of death towards the end, possibly ooc tate bc first time writing for him

author’s notes: this is my first time writing for tate,,, but it is not the first time that i’ve read anything about him.  i recently started ahs after a couple weeks of debating and let me just say, i am so excited to be able to write for this new character.  i still have many episodes to watch before i can write for many of the favorites, but i’ll let everyone know once i am able to write for other characters (like michael and xavier!  and many others, those are just two off the top of my head).  

Having abusive parents was bad enough.  Them uprooting you from your home and taking you to California to live in something people call the Murder House?  Even worse.  The bruises were things that you could hide.  But when you went to school, there wasn’t a damn thing you could hide once people realized that you lived in the Murder House.  People started avoiding you, save for this one girl named July.  She was sweet.  But you sometimes wondered if she was only friends with you because you lived in a creepy place.  

You trudged up the staircase to your house, keeping your book bag close to your body.  You saw a tuft of blonde hair in the corner of your eye and you quickly looked, your fist clenched around your book bag strap as you did.  You knew it was just him—the ghost boy that lived in your home.  When you didn’t see anything, you went into the house and quietly shut the door.  

Once your parents knew you were home, you would be picked at until sunrise.  

Maybe that’s what you hated so much about Fridays’.  Everyone at school loved them.  But every time you left school, every time you shut that damn front door, it was nearly three days filled with torture and cruel mishappenings that the house decided to send your way.  

“Boo,” a soft voice came from behind you.  You quickly turned around, your eyes growing wide as you spotted the blonde again.  You clenched your jaw, shoving the boy’s shoulder.  

“Tate, fuck off,” you glared at him, clearing your throat.  

“Honey, who was that?” 

Your mother’s voice came from the kitchen.  If you ever had anyone over, they both pulled over a veil of fake kindness and love.  

“Uh,” you swallowed thickly before you looked over your shoulder, seeing your mother come out into the hallway with a sickly sweet smile.  “Just a… friend from school.  I have this project that.. it’s like, worth fifty percent of my grade and he’s gonna help me with it.”

She raised an eyebrow before she nodded.  “I’ll let your father know.  Go ahead and go upstairs, get a move on with it.  Don’t take forever, we have plans this evening.”

You gave a small nod, looking back at Tate.  He followed behind you as you walked up the staircase.  

“Has your mom always been that nice?” Tate asked as the two of you walked into your room.  

You tossed your bookbag onto your bed, frowning over at the teen.

“No.  You just disappear when she’s not nice.”

Tate averted his eyes before he crossed his arms over his chest.  He suddenly gained a smile.  “Did I scare you earlier?” he asked.  

You frowned at him.  “No—”

His smile only widened.  “Sure I didn’t.”

He came over and plopped down on your bed. 

Earlier, you hadn’t lied to your mother.  You truly did have an assignment to work on.  You sat down beside him on the bed, going through your papers.  But your search for your homework was cut short as your father suddenly swung your door open.  It slammed against the wall, causing your head to shoot up.  Tate quickly sat up, looking over at the man with a confused expression.  What the hell was he so angry about?

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?  Get out of that bed,” he seethed, coming over to you and grabbing your arm.  He jerked you to your feet, his grip bruising tight.  Tate stood up as well, watching in literal horror.  What was going on?  He was always in the Murder House.  Why hadn’t he seen this before?

Your father let go of your arm, shoving you against the wall by pushing your shoulders.  “And you,” he spit in Tate’s direction.  “Get the fuck out of my house.  Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Tate looked at you for a moment, his jaw clenching.  He stared your father down and in an instant, Tate was in front of the two of you.  He shoved your father off with a strength unknown to you.  He took a hold of your hand and began to run with you, pulling you all the way down to the basement, where the two of you often found yourselves talking.  He heard your father shouting after the two of you, but he didn’t say anything until he got you into a corner.  

“Stay here.  I… I’m going to take care of them.  Got it?”

You stared at him in disbelief, tears stinging your eyes.  You gave a small nod.  

Tate bent down in front of you, grabbing your hands.  He pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles.  “Nothing like… that'll ever happen again.  I promise.  I can fix that for you,” he said.  “Only if you want me to.”

“How?” you breathed in, looking up at the brown eyed boy.  

“I’ll kill them.”

“What?” your eyes widened.  

“Or…”

“Or what, Tate?” you asked, gripping onto his hands.  It scared you a bit, but nothing scared you more than your parents.  

“You can die.  And then… you can stay here.  With me.  You won’t ever have to deal with them again.  And we can make them pay.  Together.”

“Together…?”

He grinned at you, knowing you were thinking about his offer.  “Together.  And they can piss off in hell.”

You heard your father shout your voice as he began to walk down the stairs.  He didn’t rush; he knew there was nowhere that you could really go, unless you went outside.  Even then, he would have heard the door.  It was loud as could be, and he had made sure of that the first time you tried to escape.  

You looked up at Tate, your tears drying on your cheeks.  “Okay.  Do… do it.  Do what you have to.”

Tate watched you with soft eyes and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.  “Close your eyes for me, [Your name].  I… please.”

You did as you were told.  

Before long, shortly after you heard your father angrily yell for you to come out of where you were hiding, you felt hands wrap around your neck.  It was only a matter of time before you hopefully woke up in front of Tate, just like he seemed to be promising.  

[seattlesea]

Percy Jackson Characters as High School Students

Percy: -Waits for the last minute to do an assignment -Is captain of the swim team -Always has Annabeth tutor him when he doesn’t understand something -Dozes off a lot in class -Studies the night before a test but studies hard (he has a lot of good study tips from Annabeth) -Goes to the bathroom at least twice every class cause he drinks so much water -Seems like the slacker troublemaker who will fail every class but he actually works hard and does all his work so he can get into a good college with Annabeth -Friends with everyone in his class -Never raises his hand but usually knows the answer -Has a label as a trouble-maker but hasn’t ever actually done anything bad and tries hard to break himself away from that label

Annabeth: -In all honors and AP classes -Works the hardest out of everyone -Always asks for extra credit even though she has a 5.0 GPA and gets good grades on every test and assignment -Likes to read and study in the library -Everyone goes to her when they’re stuck on something and she’s always willing to help -The one to read in math class -Daydreams about random things during lessons she already knows everything about -Does quite a few extracurricular  -Leader and founder of the school’s book club -Usually has a hot chocolate or coffee with her

Jason: -Captain of the football team -The Golden Boy -Half the class loves him cause he’s so nice and the other half hate him cause he’s such a teacher’s pet -Never breaks the rules or cheats -Nice to everyone and studies hard -Sucks at science -But he’s pretty good at math -Loves gym class -The one to tell people (especially Percy, Thalia, and Leo) to focus when they’re goofing off in class -Super inclusive and will always invite someone who’s sitting or working alone to join him

Piper: -That one kid in class everyone knows but isn’t super popular -Pretty decent GPA but doesn’t want a formal job -Does the best in history class -Chews gum super loudly in class -Uses ten different colored pens for notes -Has a bunch of stickers on all her notebooks and folders -Focuses in class most of the time but will sometimes doze off -Studies well but doesn’t care that much about education -Overall a good student but not the best in some classes -That one girl every guy has a crush on but she doesn’t want to make any new friends cause she’s never sure if they like her for her or for her money

Frank: -The Softie -Everyone loves him, including teachers -Will apologize like he stepped on a puppy if he misses one assignment -Studies really hard but sometimes doesn’t get the lesson -Loves being tutored by Annabeth, she’s one of the only ones who can explain the lesson without making it confusing -Participates in a bunch of extracurricular and sports -Can’t do math for shit -Would never cheat even if his life depended on it -Nice to everyone but won’t hesitate to get all up in a bully’s face -Brings a bunch of snacks to class and shares with everyone

Hazel: -Participates in all the plays and musicals (and usually gets the starring role, she’s a great actress and singer) -Super nice to everyone and people try to take advantage of that but she’s actually tough as hell and her motto is ‘Do no harm but take no shit’ but overall she’s a literal gem (pun intended) -Usually sits in the back but always raises her hand when a teacher asks a question and won’t hesitate to ask a question when she’s confused -Actually super smart and loves reading and does really well in her classes -Loves history class -In French class but it’s super confusing for her cause she grew up learning Louisiana French, not France French -Has a super organized desk, backpack, and locker and all her notes are super neat and pretty -Writes in cursive all the time -Focuses a lot but tends to daydream when the lesson is too boring -Loves listening to music and chewing on ice and pencils while she’s working and studying

Leo: -Can’t pay attention for shit -But he’s extremely smart so he gets good grades in everything, especially math -People are surprised when he gets a 100% on the test almost everyone failed and he always gets accused of cheating -Always willing to help tutor people in math -Fidgets a lot and taps his pen furiously on the desk while taking a test -Always cracks jokes and is the class clown and the teachers secretly love him even though he’s their worst nightmare -The one to put gum under the desks -Doesn’t focus in class but studies super hard and might miss one or two assignments when he’s busy or stressed out and is in all Honors and AP classes -In a bunch of different after-school groups -On the basketball team

Reyna: -Also super smart and seems super intimidating but is actually really approachable and nice and loves helping people who are stuck -Gets good grades in pretty much everything and is one of the smartest in the class and is also in all Honors and AP classes -On the football team and loves gym class (especially weight-lifting class) -Usually quiet and serious but will joke around like Leo during lunch and study hall -Whenever someone’s too shy to ask a question to the teacher, they go to her or she asks the teacher for them -Will punch a bully in the face without question -Everything she has is super organized and neat, especially her handwriting -The best at group projects and everyone chooses her to be in their group first but she’ll always pick Nico over them -Comforts stressed out students, gives the best mom hugs, and even brings them coffee and breakfast at times -Always has a coffee with her that she’s willing to share with anyone along with any snacks she brings and as the Mom Friend she often brings snacks to class to share with everyone

Nico: -The one kid that’s still emo in 2021 -Super quiet but focuses and studies really hard  -Tries his best to get good grades but since he missed the last century or so has a lot to catch up on with math, science, history, etc. and Reyna and Annabeth are always willing to help him -Mixes energy drinks and coffee -Is also- along with Reyna- a great comforter for stressed out students -The teachers worry for him cause he’s so quiet and reclusive but really he’s in a great place, he just doesn’t like social interaction -Does his homework last minute or at 3 AM -Wears a bunch of pride merch to school and sends death glares to anyone who looks at him weird (so will Reyna, Jason, and Hazel) -Studies for finals three weeks before they arrive -Mostly in regular classes but in one or two Honors

Thalia: -The punk and basic trouble-maker -Every teacher hates her but all the students love her cause she’s so hilarious, rebellious, and badass -Won’t hesitate to point out a teacher’s bullshit (‘The bell doesn’t dismiss us my ass it’s called the dismissal bell Karen’) -Gets into fights a lot -All the teachers want to bust her but they can never catch her in the act -Vandalizes the school on a daily basis -Pretty smart but doesn’t bother with the work or focusing even if she knows she can -Though she does have pretty decent grades cause Reyna forces her to do the work -Will protect any and every student against a rude teacher or staff member no matter what -On the track team and is a super fast runner

Rachel: -Art nerd (and theater nerd) -Participates with Hazel in the school’s plays and musicals -The best in art class and can do Van Gogh-level paintings -Always brings iced tea and a variety of fruits to class -Skips lunch to draw and paint more in the library -Friends with pretty much everyone and spoils her friends with super cool and expensive school supplies -The most popular besides Jason -Above average intelligence and does really well in her classes, loves helping others and has a really good GPA, is in quite a few Honors and AP classes, and studies and works hard -The only one who can actually focus but will get distracted with sketching random things (especially things in the class) often -All her notes are super colorful and pretty with a bunch of drawings in the margins and she drew all over her notebooks, folders, and backpacks and will sometimes unintentionally draw really detailed drawings all over the desks