#best compliment i got was from my maths teacher

[thegreateggbandit]

After weeks of work, I’ve finally finished this drawing!!!

I’m actually super proud of this because it was just meant to be perspective practice and it turned into this 🤩

Lately I’ve actually been trying to improve on my art so it feels weird to be drawing and being genuinely proud of it. I feel like an imposter but then I have to remind myself, yes I did draw this, not anyone else, ME!

Big thanks to @dukeoftrash who kept me motivated to finish this and helped me whenever I had no idea what I was doing 💖

[devilfic]

Could you write some fluffy headcanons about Edward Nashton when he was still in the orphanage? I just want little choir boy Eddie to get some affection

❝young!edward nashton headcanons❞

pairing: edward nashton x gn!reader. cw: none! words: 1.2k.

a/n: ngl, this one is a little difficult because almost all of edward's life in the orphanage was awful asfkaskfj but I'll try! this is more edward centric than x reader bc I wasn't sure if that's what you wanted. these headcanons jump around from childhood to when eddie is a teenager.

I like to think edward always had really severe bedhead which he would not take care of at all

the exception being if it was for mass, but this used to get him in trouble with the wardens a lot

until one year he just buzzed it all off bc he was sick of getting yelled at about it all the time.... except all the wardens were DEVASTATED

"your hair fit you so well :(((" "why would you do that? it looked really nice when you combed it"

the wardens were rarely ever nice to him so he was very taken aback by this

so he eventually let it grow out again and started. kinda taking pride in his hair?

there wasn't a lot he could do with what little the orphanage had to go around, but sometimes with the money he'd get from his delivery job, he'd buy some nice hair gel and do his hair really neat before leaving for the day. eventually he would get compliments about how nice and soft it was and sometimes pretty people at school would ask to touch it which used to send his little heart into OVERDRIVE

tried growing it down to his shoulders ONE time but he eventually had to invest in hair ties and that was just way too much work

I can't remember if his hobbies are ever mentioned in the before the batman novel but since paul dano is a movie buff in real life, I think it would be cute if eddie was too

when he would get some money, he'd cut class to go to matinee showings and have the time of his life

it was nice bc it was somewhere he could be alone for a few hours and he could always afford a little escapism

the nights where his mind was still fresh with a movie he'd seen earlier in the day were some of the easier ones

sometimes he'd lay up in bed replaying them over and over in his head until he conked out for the night

and sometimes, when the really young kids couldn't fall asleep at night, he'd recite the plot of the movies he saw as bedtime stories

the older kids are awful to him but the younger kids? they love his bedtime stories

(he also might've gotten reported to the wardens about cutting class to see movies but his grades are so good that if they call about him skipping out on a class every now and then, some of the teachers will just straight up lie for him)

(and I mean, he gets really good grades. as long as he passes his classes and isn't getting into anything bad, they couldn't care less)

ironically, his time as a choir boy made him want to join a rock band as a kid

edward probably had a cheap little cd player he kept close to his heart and a secret stash of cds hidden in one of the ceiling tiles in the boys' bathroom that he'd pull out when he was alone and just lose himself in the music

I also like to think he's a fan of math rock and midwest emo because why wouldn't he be

once he got too old to be a choir boy, he started taking lessons from the organist just so he could do something with his hands

but you know what he'd really love to play if he could? the bass

if he'd had the money (and the assurance no one would destroy it), he would've loved to get a bass and just shred on it all hours of the night

(I'd like to think older eddie puts some of that accountant money toward one and it's one of his prized possessions. he may not be the best at it, but he can play his favorite songs and that's much better than nearer my god to thee)

(he definitely sings under his breath too while he plays, partly because his neighbors would complain if he sang any louder and partly because he hasn't really gotten used to losing that choir boy voice)

(this is definitely inspired by the fact that paul is in a band btw)

very eloquent writer!! he used to write poems and songs as a kid that he'd run by his english teacher after class to get advice on

he's written a few secret admirer love letters to crushes over the years with that skill. he never had the guts to reveal he was the one behind them, but he preferred the reveals in his head where they at least could never go wrong

truth was, he'd slip in some riddles from time to time and it almost surely gave him away, but none of his crushes ever outed him on it and that was a small victory

used to take naps in church when he could get away with it but his snore would always give him away

(can you imagine that being why no one liked him. no edward, the orphanage kids didn't hate you because you liked riddles, they hated you because you snore too loud)

near insatiable sweet tooth which he carries into adulthood

teachers would sneak him bags of candy on his birthday that he'd guard with his LIFE so the other kids wouldn't steal any

the wardens would also have to save money on birthday cakes so sometimes all the kids born in a month would all share one cake, but sometimes one of the wardens would save him an extra slice without the other kids knowing if he helped her with her crossword puzzles or filing her taxes

if this takes place in the first snow universe, I'd also like to think that tween-age eddie would sneak out at night to come see you at your place

you'd wait for the tell-tale sign he was there—a small pebble at your window, followed by two more just to be clear, and then you'd rush downstairs to let him slip in through the backdoor

you'd share the leftovers from dinner in your room, laughing under the sheets as you shoot "would you rather"s at each other for as long as you have breath in your giggling little lungs

(you'd almost been caught a few times, and as eddie got older and as he eventually started climbing through your window when his legs got long enough, the rush of hiding under your bed while your father asked what all the noise was about would get him a little lightheaded)

sometimes you two would even lay in bed with the bedroom door locked (when you were old enough to get away with doing that), sharing your fears and worries and ambitions for the future

and you'd always fall asleep first

and he would just lay there, content, facing you, watching your smushed face in the pillow and your hand still half gripping at his wrist over something funny he'd said ten minutes earlier

he'd always tuck you back in tight and sneak out the back door bc he didn't want to leave the window open in the winter, and he surely didn't want to wake you to close it

your mother sometimes saw, but she never said a thing about it to you, and you and edward were both too confidently stupid and young to think you'd been caught

and if you noticed that she always made just a little too much extra at dinner these days... well, nothing really needed to be said about that

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[egs-n-bacon]

Can you pretty please do poly!ghostface (billy and stu) friends to lovers fluff? Tysm ♡

Omg, yesss!!

Poly!ghostface x gender neutral!reader

Summery: Stu and Billy had done it, pulled off their master plan. No one knew that they were the woodsburrow killer, including you. Now that Sidney is out of the way their was nothing stopping them from having you.

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Dull, warm air blew in from the open classroom window. The teacher continued to drone on about physics or math or whatever class you were in. School seemed so ridiculous now, after what you had survived. Just as your brain started to fill with random thoughts, a loud bell rung.

Everyone got up from their seats as quickly as they could, clambering out the door. You walked through the crowded hall, bumping into different students and staff. You finally made it outside, already feeling relieved to get out of the school.

You continued your steady footsteps down the sidewalk when two arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you into the air. The shocked feeling quickly faded when you recognized the soft giggle coming from the person behind you.

"Stu, you scared me!" You gasped

"Oh, whatever, you're fine." He mused on

Billy walked next to you both, rolling his eyes almost comicly. "So, y/n, do you wanna come over and watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre with us tonight?" Billy questioned

"No, I don't want to watch my favorite movie with my favorite people." you said sarcastically. The compliment sent waves of flattery and joy down the boys' spines.

"Well, I will see you then, y/n." You gave them a slight nod before heading a different way than them.

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You had been home for less than an hour when you decided to head over to Stu's house. You were already halfway there, walking alone, even though the boys pressed you to let them walk you there. Of course you said no, that just doesn't make sense, walking here than back. But you told them they could make it up by walking you home tonight.

You stood at the end of the driveway, looking at the dim-lit house. Your stomach started to churn because you were so excited to spend time with Billy and Stu. You would never admit it but you really liked them both, although you are pretty sure that they are into eachothers.

You weren't hurt or anything, just slightly disappointed. You walked up the three stairs before before knocking on the tall door. You looked from side to side as you waited, and your stomach felt like a washing machine. The door opened widely, Stu on the other side greeting you with a smile.

"Welcome to my humble abode." Stu said with posh mockery, using his arm to show you in.

"Well, why thank you." You said matching his energy

You and Stu walked into the living room, sitting on the couch next to Billy. You were sat between them,your thighs touching theirs. Your stomach felt like it was turning inside out, but in the best way possible.

As you were watching the movie, you noticed them turning and looking at you. You never wanted this movie to end, but sadly, it did. The end credits rolled on the screen, and suddenly, the magic was over. Disappointment washed over you.

You all got up from the couch and moved to the front of the house and then out the door. The night air hit your skin, bumps rising on your skin. You all stepped outside and started your walk.

"Hey y/n, would you ever date me or Billy?" The question caught you off guard, to say the least.

"I mean- yea- yea I would." You said looking up at the bright sliver of a moon.

Stu did a little skip, dance thing out of excitement, and Billy had a happy grin on his face.

"How about both of us?" Billy inquired

A blush rose to your face, you didn't even know that was an opinion. The new price of information caused a happiness to grow in the pit of your stomach.

"Yea, I'd like that." You said smiling and looking at each of them.

Just as you said that sentence, you arrived at your house. Stu was basically buzzing with glee, and Billy seemed extremely excited too, just better at hiding it.

You walked to your door and turned on your heel, looking at the boys.

"See you tomorrow, boys." You said as a farewell, and giving them both a kiss on the cheek. Walking into your house, you started to let out your real reactions, from quiet screaming to jumping around happily.

From outside, you could hear Billy and Stu talking with anticipation and joy. You watched them disappear down your street from your bedroom window.

You would never forget this night, everything was perfect, and you would definitely sleep peacefully tonight

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This was rly fun to write, I loveee requests. Anyway hope you enjoyed.

(Also, my requests are always open, so please leave one)

XOXO

[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 26/?

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The first back-to-school meeting happened a month after school started. Jason decided to attend. He wanted to be on top of Danny’s education and ensure everything went smoothly. Parents were encouraged to bring in snacks for the kids.

Jason made chocolate chip cookies. He even made gluten and nut-free ones in case any of the kiddos were allergic.

He entered the school with the cookies and sat them on a table, making sure the labels were correct. Danny ran off to find his friends. Jason smiled. He was glad his son had people to talk to.

Jason turned around and came face-to-face with a blond woman. She was in her mid-thirties and wore a prim suit. She wore a pearl necklace. Three more women dressed similarly were behind her. She looked Jason up and down. He had worn his best pair of jeans, a clean T-shirt, and a leather jacket.

“Hello, my name is Avril Dubois. I’m the president of the PTA. I’ve never seen you here before, are you lost?”

Jason gritted his teeth at her question while she and her cronies laughed.

“No, my name is Jason Nightingale. I’m Danny Nightingale’s father. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said while putting out his hand. Avril ignored the hand and gave a look of distaste at it. So what if he still had grease under his nails? Her ignoring the handshake was rude.

“Right, I’ve heard about Danny from my little girl. Where’s his mother,” she asked while looking around. Wow, nosy much?

“She died while giving birth to him. It’s just me, Danny, my sister, and my niece.”

“That poor boy doesn’t know the touch of a mother’s love. It must be hard for you, especially since you’re so…young,” she sneered at the word young.

Judgmental to boot, she was the whole package.

“Don’t worry, I give my son enough love for two people.”

“Still, being a single must be tough. Well, I’ll talk to you later. Or maybe not. Ta-ta.”

Jason was glad to see the women leave.

He looked for Danny and saw him talking to a group of kids. Jason smiled once more, feeling how happy Danny was, which made Jason feel so much better about his decision to send him to school.

“Say goodbye for now, Danny. The assembly is about to start, then we can go to your classroom, and you can show me around.”

“Okay, daddy. Bye guys, see you later.”

Jason sat through the meeting assembly. It was a bit boring, but he was glad to see how the school operated. Danny was busy playing with a 6x6 Rubik’s cube. After the assembly, Jason went to Danny’s classroom, where he officially met the teacher.

Mrs. Duma was a friendly, middle-aged teacher who had been teaching for seventeen years. She spoke about how well-behaved and smart Danny was. His best subject was math, and Mrs. Duma had to print 12th-grade-level worksheets to keep him entertained. Well, that made sense.

 Jason couldn’t help but preen at the compliments Danny got.

Then Avril Dubois came up.

“Mrs. Duma, it’s nice to see you again.”

“Mrs. Dubois, what a pleasure to have you as a parent to one of my students again,” Mrs. Duma said through clenched teeth. Aw, it wasn’t just Jason who didn’t like the woman.”

“Excuse me,” Jason left the two women and looked for his little boy. He was showing a little blonde girl with glasses his Rubik's cube.

“Daddy, this is my friend, Sarah.”

“Hello, Sarah, I’m Danny’s dad, Jason.”

“Hi,” the little girl said shyly.

“Wanna see our drawings, daddy?”

Danny showed Jason his paintings. They were good. Then he showed them the models he had built. He knew his little boy was talented with his hands, but some of the things he had built looked very advanced. Hmm, maybe Jason should invest in buying Danny more things to build.

Seeing the models, he knew Danny would love working on the car with him.

“Mommy, look what I drew,” Jason looked up to see Sarah talking to Avril. The little girl was being ignored by her mom as she talked to a group of moms. Now that Jason paid attention, the little girl looked like a miniature version of Avril. The poor girl was shooed away from her mom without getting any acknowledgment.

His heart went out to her.

Danny went to Sarah, “Is everything okay,” he asked.

“Yeah,” the little girl answered, “mommy is just busy.”

“Can I see,” Jason asked. The little girl brightened at having an adult’s attention. It was a good painting.

“Wow, kiddo, that looks great!”

The little girl smiled, showing her missing teeth.

“Sarah, what have I told you about speaking to strangers?”

Avril took her little girl’s hand, ignoring the squeak of surprise she gave.

“Listen, I don’t know what your game is or how you were able to put your child in this school, but I would appreciate it if you don’t speak to my child.”

“Lady, Danny is Sarah’s friend. He was introducing me to her. Maybe if you paid more attention to your child, she wouldn’t be talking to strangers.”

The woman honest to God clutched her pearls, “How dare you? Come, Sarah.”

“Bye, Danny,” the little girl said while being dragged along.

“Is everything okay, daddy?”

“Yeah, ignore her. She’s a b—not a nice person.”

Thankfully, the rest of the parents weren’t like Avril and her little clique. They all seemed to welcome Jason.

At the end of the meeting, Jason went to sign up for the PTA.

“Are you sure you want to do this,” the woman scoffed, “We meet every two weeks. I’m sure you’re busy doing other things. We also engage with the school and teachers. Fundraisers, school activities, things like that.”

Jason smiled at the woman as he signed his name, “When’s the first meeting?”

Jason had a new nemesis. Her name? Avril Dubois.

Someone suggested that Jason has a PTA-style rivalry, but I cannot for the life of me find the comment to give the credit. So, to whoever suggested this, thank you! Anyway, now that we have Avril, does anyone want to see anything between the rivalry between the two?

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[jardin-de-limaginaire]

May I request a Mischa Bachinski x reader where the reader is subtlety flirting with him and one of the members of the choir helps him realize that he’s in love with the reader. Thanks 😊

Oooooh, that sounds very adorable! Here's your order of a Mischa Bachinski x reader one shot where (Y/N) subtly flirts with Mischa and Mischa doesn't admit to his feelings, until the choir helps him admit it! (Btw I wrote this at school on my phone so it's not the best quality of writing, but it's honest work)

Have a good day/night anon <3(and also to the person reading this :D)

(Tw: None!)

word count: 1,189 words

I won't say I'm in love (Mischa Bachinski x gn!reader fluff)

𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓪'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

"You're very handsome today, Mischa!" I looked at (Y/N) who just complimented me while we were doing our algebra homework at the school library. I grinned at them.

"Thanks bro!" I said, making a fist out of my hand so that we can fist bump. Me and (Y/N) have been homies since I first came to Canada. They helped me with my YouTube channel, they help me feel better after my parents act like I don't exist, and they help me with my homework when I don't understand, just like right now.

As I was waiting for my fist bump, I saw (Y/N) looking sad. What is wrong? Do they not understand this exercise. But they are way smarter at me when it comes to math, especially at algebra. I can try helping them with this exercise, since its easy.

"Hey bro, do you need help?" I asked. They looked at me and then their cheeks became warmer. Are they ill? I put my hand on their forehead, and their cheeks became even more warmer, but their forehead remained cold.

"You have very smooth yet strong hands." They smirked at me.

"Oh you're not sick. That's good!" I said as I got back to writing. I heard them sigh for some reason, but when I looked at them, they were writing., with a bored expression. They are probably not feeling well. We should really go to the pharmacy after school.

We were writing some more, and helping eachother.

As we were writing, (Y/N) put a hand on my hand, and looked at me in the eyes.

"Mischa I really have to take something out of my chest...I-" "Mr/Ms/Mx (L/N), Mr Lewis wants to talk to you about the upcoming math contest." I saw a teacher come to get (Y/N), so that our math teacher, Mr Lewis, can prepare them for the contest. I saw (Y/N) have an angry expression.

"Ugh, killjoy...I'm coming!" (Y/N) muttered the first part so that no one could hear them. Before they left, they ruffled my hair and ran to the teacher. My cheeks became warmer. What is this feeling? Am I also sick?

"Mischa, I didn't think you would be here out of all places." I suddenly got out of my thoughts as someone spoke from behind me. It was the ginger from the choir, Ocean, together with Noel, Constance, the new girl...I believe Penny was her name, and Ricky.

"Why is your face that red. You look redder than Ocean's hair" Noel giggled for some reason, and Ocean started glaring at him. "OH I'M JUST...sweaty?" I laughed nervously trying to hide my face.

Ricky sat next to me and started writing in his notebook. "He's lying" was written on the paper.

"Mischa, did you see a girl...or boy...or somebody that made you blush?" Asked Constance, looking nervously at the ground.

"Ooooohhhh, the angriest boy in town has a little crush on somebody," Noel said before putting his hand to his mouth. "Wonder who is the lucky fella" He giggled like a girl.

"With who were you hanging out today? Maybe they are the reason why he's blushing." The new girl said in a quiet voice.

"Good idea, Penelope!" Said Ocean. The new girl gave an awkward laugh before saying: "My name is Penny, not Penelope..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry Penny! I keep forgetting since you're so new here!" Ocean said with sadness in her voice before looking at me and giving me a devilish smirk.

"So...Who did you hang out with, Mischa?" Asked Ocean.

"You aren't a cop! You can't ask me these stupid questions." I said as I covered my face with a book.

"C'mon, Mishka! Would you please tell me who you hung out with to little ol' me?" Noel asked as he sat next to me and put his finger on his cheeks, which created dimples, and gave me puppy eyes.

"Ok, fine! I hung out with (Y/N) since they're my homie." I responded. Both Ocean and Noel said "Ooohhh!" As they were flapping their hands. Why did they react like that?

"Seems like somebody's in love!" Laughed Constance. What are they talking about? (Y/N) is my bro, my homie, my dawg, my bestie, my everything...WHAT AM I EVEN SAYING, THEY ARE ONLY MY FRIEND.

"Pft, nah. It's not like I think of them every second." I laughed awkwardly.

"C'mon Mischa, just admit it, you like (Y/N) more than a friend," Noel said, looking bored of everything I say.

"BUT I DON'T! Like yeah, they're smart, sweet...handsome/pretty.........Oh god, I think I'm really in love!" I said in shock.

"HURRAY HE ADMITTED!" Wrote Ricky in the notebook, with a grin on his face.

"Go get 'em, champ!" Said Noel as he and Ocean pushed me out the door.

"HEY, I FORGOT MY PHONE!" I yelled as I was trying to get inside the school library, but I couldn't.

"Nuh-huh! Not until you admit your feelings for them!" Giggled Ocean together with Noel.

"BUT WHAT IF THEY DON'T ACCEPT MY LOVE?" I asked.

"They will! Didn't you see what lovey Dovey puppy dog eyes they give you every time we are at choir practice? They'll 100% accept your love!" Said Noel.

As I had nothing else to do, I decided to search for them.

(𝓨/𝓝)'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

"Goodbye, Mr/Ms/Mx (L/N)! See you next Wednesday at the math contest!" Said Mr. Lewis and I waved back.

I was ready for the upcoming math contest, yet I'm still nervous. Not because of the math contest, but because I have to admit my feelings to Mischa at some point...

Speaking about Mischa, he came running toward me and hugged me, while flinging me through the air.

Wait, what is happening????

He put me back down, and got on one knee, and took off his cap.

"My dear (Y/N). I have finally got back to my senses, which have told me that you are the one for me. You were always there for me, through my ups and downs. When I look into your eyes, I don't see the boy I am, but the man I have to become to be with you. I'll love you for all of eternity, but only if you accept, and even if you don't accept, I'll still love you. Now, will you accept my simple declaration of love for you?" He said, holding my hand.

I was on the verge of tears, and got on my knee, and hugged him. "YES!YEYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYEYES!" I kept repeating the word "Yes" until I started crying. He hugged me back, and started crying too.

𝓞𝓬𝓮𝓪𝓷'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

"I was right! They really are in love with each other!" I said and smirked at Noel.

He rolled his eyes while groaning, and gave me 5 dollars. "Well played Satan,. well played!"

THE END

𝑅𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 >> 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 (𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈)

[selenitesdawn]

Hi, i was thinking if I could make a request for Robin, i wanted something angsty with hurt/comfort. My thoughts were that Robin fell in love with the reader but she's not even sure that reader likes girls too, so she just takes every moment with her that she can get, plus, Robin turns into a gay mess whenever she's around her, however, because she thinks she annoys people when she talks, Robin tries to be as quiet as possible around reader, because she really doesn't wanna mess things up. And one day something happens, like Robin finding reader with a friend and misinterpreting the situation or something, and it just makes Robin talk nonstop because she got overwhelmed with feelings, but while she's talking she doesn't even realize she started crying, because she was always so scared of messing up what they had; like she thinks she's bothering people sometimes and coming off as annoying, and she really doesn't want that to happen now yet she thinks it just did, but then reader hugs her and holds her close until she stops crying, letting her know just how much she loves her. Thank you I really really like your writing <3

Thank you so much for the compliment and of course for the request. I love this idea and I hope I can do your vision of this justice. Have fun reading <3

Tell Her

pairing : robin buckley x fem!reader

warnings : none

summary : basically what the request says

third person pov

Time passed by awfully slow during maths class. Robin had never been a big fan of this class, let alone the teacher. But this wasn’t the reason this class had felt ten times longer than usual.

“How can someone be so painfully beautiful, it’s honestly annoying.”, she whispered to herself as she watched y/n brush her pen against her lips. She seemed to be deep in thought, not noticing that once again, Robin kept staring at her the entire hour.

“You should tell y/n that and not whisper it to yourself.”, Barbara whispered back from besides her.

Robin’s eyes shot open, surprised that Barbara had heard her.

“Did I whisper that too loudly??”, she whisper-screamed to her best friend.

“No dummy, but I’m sitting right besides you and have been trying to talk to you about this assignment for minutes now. Can you snap out of it and help me here?”, Barbara replied fake annoyed, making Robin blush a little.

“I’m sorry Barb, I’m a mess around her.”, Robin apologized ashamed.

Barbara shook her head and giggled, turning her head back to her paper. She knew it was true, Robin did turn into a mess whenever y/n was around. Although they’ve been friends for quite a while now.

Since the first day y/n had joined this school, Robin had a massive crush on her. And it wasn’t just any crush. Robin had described it as a “once in a lifetime crush”, since she usually never falls for people the first time she sees them. But with y/n it was just different. Since the first second she laid eyes on the girl, Robin has been head over heels. Unfortunately she was never good with handling her romantic feelings towards others. Whenever they would meet in the hallway, Robin either tried to hide away or act overly cool to not scare y/n away. That went on for literal months until Barbara finally managed to convince Robin to make the first step and introduce herself to y/n.

“Come on Robin, now is the perfect time!”, Barbara said as she shoved Robin towards y/n.

Y/n sat alone on a bench in front of school, reading a book while eating her breakfast. Robin stumbled over to her and gave her an awkward smile.

“Hi y/n, I’m uhm… I’m-“, Robin started stammering, nervous to mess up the first impression. Y/n just gave her a reassuring smile, encouraging her to go on.

“I’m Robin. Your classmate. We share a few classes. That’s uhm.. what a classmate is, I guess. Anyways. We never got the chance to talk so I thought, hey, might just go uhm.. talk to you. And introduce myself.”, Robin finally finished.

Y/n just smiled and patted the spot next to her.

They got along greatly, finding more and more interests that they had in common. Robin introduced y/n to her favorite books of all time and y/n introduced Robin to her favorite movies of all time. At some point y/n even started picking Robin up every morning to drive her to school. Robin always stood in front of her home 10 minutes early, just in case y/n would decide to pick her up earlier. Each minute in that car was precious to Robin, as they would just listen to music most of the time, giving her no chance to mess up. In fact every tiny moment with y/n was precious to her. Whenever Robin saw y/n sit somewhere on her own, she would just sit next to her and enjoy her presence in silence. Because although they got along just great, Robin still tried to be as silent as possible, scared to push y/n away.

“Please tell her that you like her Robin.”, Barbara said as she poked Robin’s arm with her pencil.

Robin snapped out of her daydream once again and gave Barbara a side glare. Y/n has been sitting next to Steve Harrington since the beginning of this year, claiming that they are just friends. Robin didn’t dig any further, scared that she might get hurt by the truth. Now she sat in the first row to watch Steve and y/n flirt right in front of her. When maths class first started it wasn’t much of a problem, they would barely talk during the lesson and when they did it was just about the exercises. But this time it seemed to be more intimate than before. Y/n’s hand would occasionally brush over his shoulders, patting his back to which Steve replied with his smug smile.

“I won’t and will never, thank you.”, she said as she put her head in her hands.

“She definitely feels the same Robin, but from your behavior she must think you’re utterly uninterested. You give her the silent treatment like 50% of the time, how is she supposed to know how you feel?”, Barbara asked concerned.

“She isn’t supposed to know. That’s the entire point. I don’t want to ruin what we have. Besides, she’s probably in love with Harrington, like every single girl at this school. Although he is a total douchebag.”, Robin admitted.

When the lesson finally came to an end, Robin packed up all her things and left the room before anyone else did. She leaned against some lockers in the hallway, waiting for y/n to get out. Her foot nervously tapped the ground. She hoped that y/n would come out quickly and they could go home instead of her talking with Steve for just one more minute. Y/n came out just a few seconds later, giggling and smiling about something Steve had just whispered in her ear. They embraced each other in a tight hug after that, both grinning widely.

Robin‘s stomach turned at the sight of it. She suddenly felt sick, so she ran out of school and sat next to y/n‘s car. Barbara was right. Robin needed to tell y/n how she felt. Keeping it to herself become more and more unbearable with each day passing by. But right now, Robin just felt like throwing up.

“Hey, are you alright?”, a familiar voice asked from behind her.

“Oh uhm.”, Robin said as she got up and dusted her knees off. „I‘m fine. Let’s just go home okay?“

Y/n nodded confused and made her way to the driver’s seat. Robin entered the car shortly after and immediately turned her head to look out the window. It was quite an usual behavior, but y/n had learned that Robin sometimes just needs a break and that might just be what‘s happening right now. She shrugged it off, started the car and put some music on. It was a mixtape Robin and y/n had created with both of their favorite songs, so they could sing along together when they were driving to school. But this time both of them were just quiet.

“Sooo..”, y/n started saying, checking if Robin gave any sort of reaction. “Am I still driving you to band practice tomorrow?”

Robin turned her head to y/n who was patiently waiting for an answer. The light hit her face just right, making y/n’s eyes sparkle even brighter. Her skin looked smooth, cupped between the sunbeams from the left and the right car window. Her lips formed an almost unnoticeable smile, which Robin could only recognize since the shape of y/n’s lips was deeply engraved into the back of her head. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, reminding Robin that y/n had asked a question.

“I guess, yeah. If that’s fine with you.”, Robin replied, turning her head back to the moving road.

“Of course. I mean I suggested it in the first place. I am so excited to see you play. You know I’ve been waiting for this foreveeer.”, y/n replied smiling.

Robin felt butterflies rise from her stomach but quickly stopped herself from thinking about her words any further. She felt stupid for feeling this way towards y/n. If she knew about Robin’s feelings, she would probably be disgusted and weirded out. Besides she probably dates Steve and hasn’t even told Robin about it. Seems like they aren’t that close after all. Just thinking about it made Robin’s blood boil. Stupid Steve with his stupid perfect hair.

“Unless you have a date with your stupid boyfriend Steve or something.”, Robin suddenly spit out.

Y/n turned to look at Robin in surprise, seeing that Robin herself was in shock from her statement. Still Robin didn’t say anything after that. She just sat there in silence, her lips pressed together and her eyes wider than usual. A part of her wanted to apologize but the other part was just too curious to know if it was true. If y/n was really dating Harrington.

“Uhm, okay Robin. I do not have any other plans tomorrow. And I told you Steve was just a friend right? You remember that?”, y/n asked worriedly, not knowing what exactly was going on in her friend’s head.

For a moment Robin’s mind just went blank.

“It didn’t look like it today. Well not just today. Last week, the week before that. You guys got closer and closer. And that’s cool right? I mean, it’s Steve Harrington. Of course you have a crush on him. How stupid would I be to imagine otherwise. He’s such a great guy isn’t he. With his stupid attitude and his stupid hair. And whenever he opens gum, he just throws his paper on the ground and you pick it up every single time. And you tell him to stop doing that but he just keeps on doing it. Every single time. And during class he starts talking with the other girls and you get annoyed. And he doesn’t even see it. Why would he talk to Nancy Wheeler when you sit right besides him. You just sit there and wait for him to pay you the smallest bit of attention-“, Robin ranted emotionally.

“Robin-“, y/n tried to interrupt her but she kept on going.

“When I am there. Giving you all my attention. But you don’t want that right? And I am so so so stupid for even having the tiniest glimpse of hope that it would be different. I’m so annoying. I can’t even talk to you properly. I’m either too quiet or too loud. And I never wanted to mess things up by being this exact way. The way I am right now. But that’s what I’m doing huh? Messing things up between us. Because after all, I am me, you are you, and it-“

Robin didn’t even notice that she had started crying. Meanwhile y/n stopped the car at the side of the road, waiting for Robin to finish her rant. She listened to every word carefully, getting emotional as she heard how Robin thinks about herself. Y/n couldn’t help herself but reach out to Robin and embrace her in a tight hug. Robin was surprised by the sudden contact but relaxed quickly as she understood what was going on. Y/n felt Robin’s body shake against her own, her hands gripped y/n’s back, her cries got muffled between y/n’s shoulder and neck. They just stayed like that for a while, waiting for Robin to calm down again.

“But that’s what I love about you Robin.”, y/n whispered as she separated from Robin.

Robin looked deep into her eyes. Something she never dared to do before.

“I’ve noticed that you get quiet around me. I thought it was a sign of you being comfortable with me. That you didn’t feel like having to say something. But I understand now.”, y/n said softly. She put her right hand on Robin’s cheek, wiping her last tear away. “I love your rants about your favorite books. It’s honestly the cutest thing ever. I’ve noticed that you still hold yourself back when telling me about it. But I want everything Robin. All of it.”

Robin’s eyes grew wider as she processed what y/n was saying.

“I love everything about you Robin.”, y/n whispered again, slightly blushing as she looked down.

“But what about Steve?”, Robin asked confused.

“Steve and I are friends Robin. Yes I get mad at him for talking with girls during maths class, but that’s because I tutor him.”, y/n replied as she took her hand back to herself, slightly embarrassed that it had been on Robin’s cheek for a little too long.

“You what? Tutor him? The Steve Harrington?”

Robin started giggling, surprised to find out that Steve Harrington had a tutor his own age.

“Yes. He’s horrible at maths. Our dad’s are friends and they arranged our “little affair”. We meet once a week and I sit next to him in maths class. I get like 5$ per hour. So, nothing great really. But he seems to finally understand Algebra! His last test was a B. And I have to say, I’m really proud of him. Yeah, he’s a douche sometimes and I would much rather sit next to you but it’s whatever. It seems like our hard work fin-“

Y/n got cut off by Robin’s lips smashed onto hers. Robin put her hand on y/n’s neck, pulling her closer towards her face. It was a desperate kiss but so soft at the same time. It took a second for y/n to kiss back, surprised by what was going on. But she quickly adjusted and melted into it. Both of them didn’t want to pull away. The kiss went from soft to hard, sweet to passionate. Just then Robin had to pull away to grasp for air.

Both of them were flustered, unsure of what to say next. Instead of saying anything stupid, Robin just turned the music up and started nodding to the beat, smiling from ear to ear. Y/n just laughed at the sudden change of mood and started the car again. The drive home was filled with karaoke and laughter, both girls being more carefree than they have ever been around each other. From that day on, Robin and y/n would always stop the car on the way home, not to cry but to kiss each other until they couldn’t breathe, laugh at old times and rant about whatever came to their minds. After all, y/n could listen to Robin for hours and hours. And so she did.

A/N: This took me for ev er. And I can’t read through it once more so forgive me for any mistakes. I’m still sick and it feels like COVID mashed my brain. Still, I’ll try my best to get back on track as fast as possible. Stay safe everyone!

[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

LAMCE CRYING AFTER RECEIVING HIS FIRST FORM OF POSSITIVE REINFORCEMENT FROM AN ADULT AND HE DIDNT GET ANY AS THE YOUNGEST CHILD SO HE COVERED IT UP WITH FALSE BRAVADO

MY BOYYYYY THIS HITS CLOSE TO HOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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"Mama mama mama!!!!" Lance ran into the room where his mom was sitting, holding up a piece of paper. "Look what I did!" He held up his math test from the day before, presenting a 90% written in red at the top.

His mom grabbed the paper, looking at the grade and the answers he got wrong. "90 isn't bad. Make sure you review the answer you got wrong and make sure you understand it okay?” 

Lance took the paper back from his mom, "okay mama."

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Lance gripped his color pencil tighter, he hated shading colors, it was by far his least favorite lesson in art class. He looked at the picture he was drawing, it was an attempt at a sunset. The yellow and orange were not blending nicely, it was an abrupt change. Not what the teacher wanted. 

“How are you doing Lance?” The older person leaned over him, their eyes scanning his paper. 

Lance sighed, “not good. I can’t get them to blend smoother.” 

His teacher hummed, “don’t be so aggressive when you hold your pencils. Start over if you can’t blend it out. Okay?” 

Lance nodded, dropping the pencil on the desk, “okay.” 

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“CONGRATULATIONS VERONICA!!!” Lance pulled on the confetti popper in his hand, noisemakers and other confetti flying into the air. 

The entire family was back in the childhood home, congratulating Veronica on her acceptance to the Garrison. 

Veronica was grinning from ear to ear as she moved around the party, not even making it two steps before she was stopped by somebody to talk. 

“I’m going to get into the Garrison. Just you watch,” Lance held onto his plastic cup tightly as he watched his sister. 

“Get your grades up son, it takes dedication to get into that school.” 

Lance stared down into his cup, “okay papa.” 

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“Do I need to remind you that the only reason you’re here is the best fighter pilot in your class got upset and flunked out?” Iverson leaned down in front of Lance, his voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard.  

Lance swallowed around the lump forming in his throat; trying to ignore the sting burning behind his eyes. 

“Get out of my sight. And bond with your team!” 

Lance borderline bolted out of the room. Hiding under a pile of bedsheets on his bed, he wanted to go home. He couldn’t make it here. 

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Lance moved through his life with a smile on his face and his shoulders squared back. He made sure to never let his negative emotions be the main focus of his outward appearance. 

He was an over-the-top flirt, shooting his shot whenever he could. He was constantly smiling, cheering people along, and being his happy-go-lucky self. 

He didn’t let people see the small frowns that formed on his face when he was given advice on how to do something better. He didn’t let anyone see the tears that fell in the shower as he tried to rationalize that he had a place in the world and he contributed to things. 

He didn’t let anyone see the side of him that wasn’t his fake confidence or him smiling through everything. 

Being part of Voltron was good for him. They really were a good team. And Lance got complimented, usually by being grouped with the team but it was still nice to hear “good job” from someone that wasn’t Hunk or his age. 

Lance stared down the scope on his rifle, slowly moving it as his target paced back and forth. The entire mission relied on this shot. 

If he missed the entire ship would be alerted and they would be in an all-out battle. If he succeeded, no one would be alerted and Pidge and Keith could slip in undetected. 

He took a deep breath, holding it in his lungs as he double-checked his aim. He quickly released his breath, his finger squeezing the trigger at the same time. 

A muffled shot rang through the air and his target collapsed onto the ground; unmoving. 

Lance took another breath, trying to shake the nerves from his body. “Got him.” 

“Good job Lance, I knew you could do it.” Shiro’s voice crackled through his helmet. “Pidge, you and Keith need to start-” 

Lance tuned his leader out. His portion of the mission was done, he simply needed to wait for Allura or Shiro to come get him when they had a chance. 

He felt the tears on his face before he realized he was crying. It was slight at first. One swipe from the back of his hand and his face was cleared. But the tears kept falling. 

He wasn’t sobbing but no matter what he did he couldn’t stop himself from crying. I finally did something right. He slumped down against the wall he was camped out by, letting his gun rest on the ground beside him. I did something right. 

The black lion landed in front of him a couple of minutes later and Lance picked up his things before entering the lion. 

“How did the mission go?” Lance prayed Shiro didn’t hear how his voice cracked on the words. That he didn’t realize he was crying only a couple of minutes ago. 

“Success.” Shiro began to pilot his lion back towards the castle, Lance sitting on a seat in the back. 

Lance exited the lion, he knew everyone else was waiting on the bridge but before he could make his way up Shiro's hand was on his shoulder. 

“Lance, I just wanted to say again, good job out there today. We seriously could not have done that without you.” 

Lance bit his lip, keeping his eyes trained on the ground and his back to his leader. “Don’t mention it.” 

Shiro's hand loosened slightly, “is everything okay?” 

Lance nodded his head, clearing his throat as he wiped his eyes, “yeah. Just tired.” 

“Lance.” Shiro stepped around him so they were face to face. As soon as he realized his teammate was crying his eyes widened with concern. “Is everything okay? Are you hurt? I can call Coran to ready a pod.” 

Lance shook his head, “no I’m okay. I didn’t get hurt.” 

Shiro’s expression calmed down some, but he still held a certain persona. “I’m here if you need to talk Lance.” 

“It’s fine, I just.” Lance took a deep breath, trying to stop more tears from falling. “Something you said made me emotional.” 

Shiro frowned, “I didn’t mean to hurt you or-” 

“No, you didn’t hurt me.” 

“Okay,” Shiro’s tone was laced with confusion, he clearly didn't understand what was happening. 

“Sorry,” Lance wiped his eyes again, “no adult has ever said I did a good job before so it was weird to hear. Nice but weird.” 

Shiro frowned at him before his face shifted into a smile. “Well, you are a valuable member of our team. And our sharpshooter, I don’t know where we would be without you.” 

More tears formed in Lance’s eyes, “Jesus Shiro stop.” 

Shiro pulled him in for a hug, “you’re doing great.” 

Lance found himself reciprocating the hug, had he hugged Shiro before? Really just Hunk and Pidge. “Thank you.” 

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So uhhhh idk if this is good or not but I really needed some Shiro and Lance interaction 

I hope you like it!!

Thank you <3333

[zukikoof]

can you write some friends - lovers with mr quackity (cc!) w a fem!reader??? THANK UUU MWAH

It's because I love you more, dude

cc!Quackity x fem! Reader

cw: use of Quackity’s real name, friends to lovers duh, lmk if anything 

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“You're my best friend” you remind Alex. It's been basically years of friendship and you wanted to remind him. 

“Haha you're mine '' Alex reciprocates without thinking anything of it. He didnt know the effects of his wording to you. “Alex! What?” You manage to blurt out between broken laughs. He takes a second to think back but ends up blushing madly in a way that couples would but it was totally platonic right?

—-—-—-—-—-—-—-

Fourteen years old.

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“Hey! y/n whatcha thinking about?” You snap back to reality, you were in math class. The worst but he made it better, who is he? Well your best friend since you were twelve. 

“How boring this class is.” You must've failed at your attempt to mutter as your teacher had caught on to your conversation. “Detention to you, y/n,”

“Oh and to Alex too”

—-—-—-—-—-—-—

Sixteen years old.

—-—-—-—-—-—-—

“Heyyyyy best friend!” You drag your words. Alex seemed to be having a bad day so you brought over some snacks and a plan. A plan to save your best friend from sadness. 

“Let's say we watch a movie, yeah?” 

“Noooo im too tired” Alex yawns out.

“I've got snacks and never said you had to stay awake throughout!” You chirped

He got out reluctantly to come watch teen beach movie with you.

—-—-—-—-—-—-—-

Eighteen years old.

—-—-—-—-—-—-—-

Alex had invited you and some other friends to a minecraft stream with him for the first time. His chat was spamming about “the new girl” and asking who she was. You were basically the center of attention so the questions kept flooding in until Karl, one of Alex’s friends, answered with the worst possible answer. 

“That's Quackity’s girlfriend chat!” 

—-—-—-—-—-—-—-

Twenty years old.

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Now, you were sitting in his room hanging out. You were on his bed talking to him. You were inches away, facing him and laughing. You were having a sleepover together and it was three in the morning, key time for confessions.

He laughed his beautiful laugh that made you contemplate your views on him. He was perfect but your best friend. “I love your laugh.” You whispered .

“I love your smile.” He whispered back.

“I love your eyes.” You responded 

“I love your hair.” He shot back. Causing you both to indulge in a compliment war. Totally platonic.

“Well, I love everything about you!” You tried to one up him after countless endeavours.

“Hah! I love you.” He absent mindedly rambled.

“Wait, really?” 

“Uh um yeah maybe,” Alex stuttered.

“I love you too.”

[kai-ninjago]

for the ask game you just reblogged

all of them

every question

:)

First of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH this is literally a dream come true I love talking abt myself

1) phones Lock Screen: a drawing of myself and one of my main F/Os :3 art by @4i-i0v3-y0u!! One of my best friends here on tumblr :0

2) cheese or chocolate: cheese!! I love cheese soooo much

3) nicknames: just from my math teacher, which is kind of embarrassing— he calls me Kai Guy

4) last song: love me, normally

5) have I ever written fanfiction: yes! I have written LOTS of fanfiction. I even have a fanfiction request blog, @randoms-fandoms!

6) discord: nope! Not on discord. It’s kind of a not fun subject to talk about actually— not for any bad reason, I just got so heavily excluded by all my irl friends on there that I decided to leave

7) piercings: nope :0

8) what says the most about a person: compassion and patience for others.

9) cookie: cherry 🍒

10) dog person!

11) headphones!

12) last thing I said out loud: “we’ll go on an adventure later,” because I was going to take my dog out to get French fries with me but I called ahead and the cook was out for another thirty minutes, so we’re waiting now.

13) a weird fact that I know: horses can move their skin independently from their body, to an extent

14) I am a night owl

15) favorite place to nap: my moms bed lol

16) are you queer: yes, rn I ID as trans, arospec, achillean, and bisexual

17) three words I would use to describe myself are: thoughtful, caring, and morose

18) sweat pants!

19) whatever seasonal drink they have— like lemonade or cocoa :) I don’t drink coffee

20) a color I can’t stand is gray

21) prized possession: just a silly little stuffed animal I got as a gift from my mom

22) tea!

23) aquatic dinosaurs— i dont know which one but I like them all!

24) I’ve been on tumblr for six years :)

25) desert island item: I’ll chose another one this time— a comfortable bed :)

26) my aesthetic kind of varies depending on my mood— but generally i like a subtle lovecore academia vibe, if that makes sense? When I’m manic I like kidcore though

27) dream job: in home caretaker or nurse for a nursing home

28) relationship status: single, but I’m having fun (selfships)

29) my favorite outfit is when it’s wintertime and I can wear my cute pink terry cloth sweatpants and a sweater— along with my cow hat of coarse, and a scarf because I get coooold 🥶

30) a song I know all the lyrics to is Bennys Dispatch from in the heights— my favorite theatrical production!

31) my hair is brown, but since I’ve been on T it’s actually darkened to almost black

32) I do talk to myself— mostly people ignore me because they know what I’m doing, but recently I was on a camping trip with my school and my teachers kept overhearing and responding to me, so that was kind of embarrassing

33) I do not wear makeup

34) best compliment ever? Probably just my grandma telling me that I’m the best at taking care of her

35) my favorite blog— outside of friends, it’s got to be @earththings! I love scrolling through their blog whenever I feel stressed or sad, it always cheers me up ❤️ (sorry for the random tag btw)

Thanks for the ask miles, I feel like you already know me so well bc I really do love answering questions haha

[earthwormjimnocontext]

How did you get into Earthworm Jim in the first place?

Oh it is a long and bittersweet story.

Spring of 2019, I was in 6th grade. I was at my mom's house, this was back when my best friend Tom, was dating my mother (that's how we met and became friends), and was watching some sort of WatchMojo countdown on my TV in my room (I think it was for funniest game endings) and Earthworm Jim appeared on #2. It immediately caught my attention. Something in me immediately wanted to know more about it. So I went downstairs and asked Tom (he was a twitch streamer so I figured he knew the most about video games) "What's Earthworm Jim?"

Tom was so excited he jumped up and told me "I'll tell you in the morning!" And so the next morning, he set up his Xbox One and sat me down to play Jim HD. I fell in love with the game immediately, I've only ever really played this kind of game I only affiliated it with Mario and DuckTales (I was a Wii U baby) and it felt more like DuckTales with the 2D animation. It spoke out to be as being unique being weird being funny I could use a gun, I can use myself as a whip! And it was challenging the levels were memorable. When I struggled my way to the end for the first time, I was so mad because I found out that Tom set the difficulty to me to easy so I didn't get the ending, that by the time he got home he heard me cursing and yelling from outside "FUCK YOU, I'M BEATING IT ON ORIGINAL." I played the game all over again.

Then, Tom showed me the cartoon in the summer. I was already into stuff like the Animaniacs and Pinky and the Brain because it was on Hulu, so the Earthworm Jim cartoon hooked me. Not only did I love something but I love something with a friend, this was me and Tom's show, whenever mom would be sleeping for work (night shift), the two of us would go out to Popeyes, pick up some chicken (she prefers KFC), some root beer, (there is a local brand that has the absolute best and it was made with honey) and then watch the show together all throughout the summer. I very frequently borrowed his DVD.

Then it became fall and I was a 7th grader. I had the worst English teacher I could have possibly had, she wanted everything on paper if you go over to her to get some revisions on a computer she would demand that you print it you print it and then she points out the revisions so you have to type it out again and then you have to print some more. she tried to force paper on everybody including the parents, it was a nightmare. So while she had an audiobook on I started to doodle. And what was on my ASD laced mind?

This. I wrote it down on tests and papers to let myself know that I was doing a good job. My doodles were not very good at first and I never really considered art because I just hated coloring originally. Then Christmas came, and I got given an Earthworm Jim lunch box, and it was my favorite Christmas present of that year. That Christmas was the last Christmas with Tom and my Mother...

And then came January of 2020. I went to Magfest on an invitation from Tom, I got to play the original version on a Super Nintendo and my mom was just laughing at me failing everything because even though I could beat the HD version easily I never touched the original. One night I accidentally left my journal at the dinner table and Tom found it, it was filled with Jim sketches. He immediately brought it to me and gave me constructive criticism and praise, I felt absolutely proud because I never really got complimented on that kind of thing before on something that wasn't math. One last grace before...

February of 2020. Tom and Mom broke up. Their relationship didn't work out for a number of reasons, and Tom had to leave to go somewhere to find a job. Before he left, he gave me his copy of the Earthworm Jim cartoon, installed Jim 3D on my mom's computer, and I gave him some traces I did of the Jim 3D bosses.

Then the pandemic happened right on my birthday, and right at the perfect age of turning 13, and having the ability to interact with the internet.

I'm sorry for the long ass story that's genuinely what happened.

[homerforsure]

WIP Wednesday!

Tagged by the lovely, the wonderful @rewritetheending, @mellaithwen, @renecdote, @sibylsleaves, and @nymika-arts

Trying this new thing where I don't over analyze everything I've written since the last share day and just post my most recent thing so: Long Way Home.

Eddie has parent-teacher conferences over zoom, which manage to be even more painful than parent-teacher conferences in person. The connections are wobbly at best, the teachers all look like they’re one strong breeze away from a breakdown, and he’s pretty sure one of them has no idea which parent he’s talking to. He can't even find it in him to be relieved that there aren't any jokes.

Christopher is a pleasure. Christopher is a bright kid. Christopher always cheers everyone up and tries to help the ones who are struggling. 

“What’s that quote? You’ve got to sing in the lifeboats? Christopher keeps us all singing.” 

It’s meant to be a compliment, obviously, but Eddie can’t help but feel like the lifeboat metaphor is a little too apt. He’s known that things have been hard. For all that Christopher puts on a brave face when he’s in class, he’s been that much more irritable with Eddie and the aides who are filling in for Carla. Other days he admits to being sad or scared and Eddie’s reassurances that it won’t be forever and things will go back to normal eventually are starting to wear a little thin. If he could believe it himself, maybe he’d have an easier time convincing his son.

“I told his math teacher that he has trouble finishing his homework. You know what he said?” Eddie says to Buck on Friday as they walk down a residential street, doing the closest thing to hunting that either of them will likely do in their lives. “He said all the kids are behind. He said I didn’t need to worry about it, that they’d catch up once they were back in school. As if anyone has any idea when that’s going to be.”

A frown creases Buck’s forehead, the thinking one that comes out when he’s been told something surprising and unacceptable and wants to try and figure out a way around it, and he says, “That sucks.”

“Yeah.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I’ve looked at these worksheets and I can’t make heads or tails of them. I can show him how I’d do it, but of course it’s wrong and he ends up mad and I end up mad and none of it gets finished. I looked into tutoring, but no one’s really offering and he’s stuck in front of the computer enough as it is.”

Huffing out a sigh, Eddie rakes a rough hand through his hair. It’s been a long time since he’s felt helpless, but elementary math is pushing him to the brink of it.

Tags for @fleurdebeton, @princessfbi, @bigfootsmom, @ajunerose, @elvensorceress, @littlespoonevan

Sorry, I'm sure that's duplicates for some or all of you but I'm hoping in late as ever. I gotta start doing this at lunchtime on Wednesdays.

[ivykim]

the first time I fell for you (heeun)

masterlist // wattpad

summary: a side story of when ivy and heeseung first met, trained together and how feelings start to change between them. finally, when ivy and heeseung were actually dating, well secretly dating.

NOTE: fun fact, ivy and heeseung started dating during I-LAND but it's not mentioned in the episodes because it was to hide the fact that they were a couple. a special episode of I-LAND Cam will happen soon for every cute moments EGGIES could find of these two.

ivy could remember the first time she met with lee heeseung. she was already a trainee at bighit by then. they first met in high school. heeseung was pretty famous for his fun nature and how he always played games with his friends. him and his friends awlays had plans to go to the PC Bang after school.

it was a little hard for ivy considering she was a really shy person. she never thought she would meet heeseung at the company but here she was facing the boy 2 years later into her trainee life. she was happily conversing with yeonjun, whom she trained with quite frequently. he always helped her a lot and gave her tons of compliments.

"hi, i'm looking for the dance studio. a staff mentioned it was just somewhere around the corner before she mentioned she was busy and walked away but this place is huge so i got a little lost." heeseung shyly asks. yeonjun smiles.

"ivy, why don't you bring him over to the practice room. i'm sure you will be practicing with him too since you have dance right now. i have to go, monthly evaluations is coming up so i have to practice on my own."

"uh, sure." ivy's eyes met with heeseung's. "let's go, heeseung." the boy was stunned ivy even knew his name. also isn't bighit just an all boy-group company as it was rumoured that they don't accept anymore girl trainees after what happened in the past.

they entered the practice room.

"the teacher isn't here yet." she holds out her hand, "i'm ivy."

heeseung shakes her hand, "i'm heeseung."

ivy nods, "i know."

"how do you know my name?" heeseung asks as they settled on the ground. ivy pulls her legs closer to herself.

"we have math homework just as a reminder. wouldn't want our math teacher to get mad hmm?" ivy smirks a little. heeseung's jaw drops.

about a year and a half later, ivy was settled down on the ground. her back on the mirror. she pants. it had been the 5th time she went to practice her routine she would be doing to monthly evaluations. the door opens to reveal heeseung and jay.

jay had pretty recently joined both ivy and heeseung for trainings, the three of them were inseparable. nobody could mess with ivy or else you would have to go through both of the boys.

"vivi, we bought ice cream." ivy gasps. she shushes the boys.

"we aren't supposed to be having ice cream remember? they want us to diet." ivy whispers. jay gasps.

"oh no, then what do we do?" jay worriedly says.

"we eat. then brush our teeth after." heeseung suggests, he takes a bite of his ice cream and quickly eats it.

"never knew you'd do this heeseung. what happened to the good boy i know?" ivy ruffles heeseung's hair.

"not everyone should remain good, you know." heeseung states. ivy groans.

"please don't ever say that again." jay chuckles. they hear footsteps from outside and so they panicked. jay and ivy quickly finished up their ice cream.

"ivy, you have something on the side of you lips." heeseung points out. ivy tries to remove it but couldn't do it for some odd reason. heeseung wipes it for her with his thumb and he tastes it.

ivy's jaw drops.

"mint choco is nice i guess." heeseung says. jay looks at heeseung in disgust.

"hyung, no. mint choco is disgusting. don't get me started, i can give you a whole list of how fucking horrible it is."

I-LAND had started and ivy was happy to know at least a few people from the company, like sunghoon, jungwon, heeseung and jay. there was aria of course whom she had been best friends with for a long time.

ivy frequently confided aria on her love life and especially since she had been feeling this attraction to heeseung and even jay for a long time.

"oh you girl, are definitely in love with the both of them." aria mentions. this talk was during the I-LAND cam so there was no voices/sound that was heard you could just see them talking (in case you were wondering)

"unnie! i'm being serious, how can i like two people at the same time? isn't that wrong?"

"my cousin used to have 2 girlfriends. that ain't weird, vivi. in fact, it's really beneficial. having 2 boyfriends literally means you will have 2 bodyguards and 2 times more gifts. more love and more crazy sex-"

"UNNIE!" ivy goes to cover aria mouth. aria laughs out loud.

"i'm serious so what you like two guys."

"it means 2 times more disappointment if they don't like me that way?" ivy says. aria goes to say something but stops herself.

"you're not wrong but imagine this. they both like you. i mean, who in their right minds wouldn't want to date someone smoking like you. i would. just saying." aria says.

"really?"

"yeah, of course my love." aria goes to hug her. "so let's stop stressing over this hmm? we still have to survive until the final episode of I-LAND. you don't have to worry about a thing."

the next week later, it gets a little awkward between heeseung and ivy. while they had practice and stuff, ivy tries to avoid heeseung. she can't let her feelings grow more but she didn't realise it had been affecting their performance and communication. heeseung pulls ivy to the side to talk to her in somewhere secluded. where there was no cameras just them.

"alright, vi. what's going on?" heeseung looked annoyed. scary but kinda hot. ivy looks down.

"i'm sorry." she says. heeseung sighs.

"you can't just say sorry and not tell me what's wrong? i thought we were friends? why can't you tell me?"

"you're right. we are just friends." she looks up at heeseung with teary eyes.

"ivy..."

"i like you, heeseung." a tear slips from her eyes, she wipes it and sniffles. "we should get back to practice before they question us."

ivy goes to leave but heeseung holds onto her wrist and pulls her close. he kisses her for a short bit before pulling away.

"idiot." he lightly hits her nose with his finger. "i like you too but if we want to date, we are going to have to sneak around a lot."

ivy blushes. "oh, you want to date me?"

"who wouldn't want to be your girlfriend, kim ivy?" heeseung deadpans.

"umm...maybe jay?"

"i'm sure everyone in I-LAND would want to date you." he wraps his arm around her waist, "even me."

ivy hides her face on his chest, "stop. this is weird for you to be flirting with me. we usually argue a lot."

"for fun, it was playful. it's our love language, cutie." heeseung says. ivy smacks his chest.

"please don't call me that. i am not used to it."

"in that case, i'll call you cutie starting from now."

"seungie, nooo." ivy whines. heeseung tilts up her head and pecks her lips.

"come on girlfriend, let's go. we've got practice."

"we have to keep us a secret though." ivy pouts.

"i know so don't act out of the ordinary, like just now." heeseung says.

"how is me ignoring you out of the ordinary?"

"it is."

"okay whatever, you win. now let's go!" ivy pushes heeseung.

-

more of heeun coming soon...

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Ok, I am always a sucker for stories about teachers, so if you feel comfortable... could you share some more about your fourth grade teacher? I am just curious and I feel like you got some stories!

Sure, I'll try my best. "Try my best", because I literally think I have repressed so much of the trauma she endured me, which I will get into later.

So, teachers. In retrospect, many teachers you realize eventually weren't actually that bad, you were just a kid who didn't really get them. But there were some ones that were really bad. And this one, even my parents disliked. And if other adults disliked them, then you KNOW they are bad.

Fourth grade. In fourth grade we had a homeroom teacher, who taught a majority of the school subjects. The only other teachers we had besides her was a P.E techer, two teachers for sewing and woodwork respectively, and one for science/chemistry (at this grade, science and chemistry were essentially in the same lesson plan and didn't become two separate classes until like 6th/7th grade). The science/chemistry teacher was the homeroom teacher for the other fourth grade class, and I think they really got the short end of the stick. We only had this teacher for 3 days a week, and they had her for all the other subjects...

Here name was Therese. Now, I wasn't the biggest fan of Therese from the start. She had this loud, high pitched voice which... I guess you kinda have to have when working with children, but her voice was the kind of "I am on the verge of getting a mental breakdown at any point" one. She also had the same, blank stare no matter her emotions. I never saw her happy. She never looked angry either, even when she was angry. She was like a badly generated npc with the same facial expression and blank stare.

Now, my class was... the disruptive and loud one. I literally cannot imagine if Therese was our homeroom teacher. Our current homeroom teacher had her limits with us, but she was a very patient and caring teacher. If we'd have Therese... I honestly am not sure what would have happened. Either she'd get our class to be super behaved or we'd drive her further into insanity. But what I can remember from seeing her 3 days a week was that we sort of... felt unsteady around her. We didn't really know what it was around her, but I felt like no one really dared to do much... especially what went down with her.

For example: If we were done with what we were supposed to do, this conversation happened with her every time:

Student: I am done. Therese, for some reason saying this loudly to the entire class: You are NEVER done! Every time you finish something, you should begin with the next thing. Student: What's the next thing? Therese: You should know this, because I said it. Student: But I don't know. Therese: YOU SHOULD KNOW, GO BACK TO YOUR SEAT AND CONTINUE WITH WORK!

Now, I know she did this to other students too. I just remember what she did to me the most, since, well...

We were going to do some scientific experiments. And thus, Therese wrote "Experiment" on the board. Except, she forgot the t at the end, only writing "Experimen". Now, in school, there were many subjects I wasn't too good at. I struggled with math, I was not good at P.E, and even science and chemistry I really could not get into. But spelling and reading? 9 year old me was QUEEN at that. And I knew from experience, that whenever a student corrected a teacher's spelling, they were always replied with "thank you for noticing!". It encouraged us to keep learning to spell and read right (it sounds like this was a regular occurrence lol - of course not, but whenever it did happen, the teachers we've had beforehand complimented us for noticing the grammar mistake). So, wanting to show myself a good student that paid attention, I raised my hand. "You forgot the t at the end."

There was a silence. Therese looked at me. Her blank stare got through my soul. Then she very slowly took a breath, before replying:

"I think it's very impolite for someone to say something like that. If you keep doing that, I'll kick you out of class."

Being 9 years old and hearing this... I felt super bad. I never wanted her to react like that. I wanted to do the opposite - I wanted to be polite and show that I paid attention to what she was writing on the board. Now I am impolite? What else am I doing that I think is nice but people don't think is? What if everyone is secretly offended by every single thing that I say even if I always want to be nice?

Now, I know now when I am older that it can be a bit tedious to have someone correct your spelling. But when you're that age, and your only experience is getting encouraged and complimented for pointing grammar mistakes out, especially by teachers, of course you don't expect a teacher to answer like that.

Needless to say, from that day on, I was always walking on eggshells with Therese. I barely dared to ask for help sometimes, in case she'd blow up in my face and call me rude for asking. But one day... I really needed help. Here is when the repressed parts come in, because I cannot remember what exactly happened, what I said or if I said something odd - all I can remember was that I didn't know what to do, tried asking for help, and she had the usual "you should know" talk, and I believe I replied something like "No, I don't know, and I would like your help". This caused her to just scream in my face. I don't remember what, I don't remember the context, but she screamed at me like I was a disruptive student, and 10 year old me felt incredibly unsettled. I just remember in that moment that I wanted to cry, because I just didn't know what I was doing wrong, and why she was so mad at me. But crying in class is literally the most embarrassing thing you can do. So, I tried to prevent the tears from coming. Therese started to have some speech to the whole class about some science stuff, and then she glanced at me, and just said out loud: "ARE YOU CRYING?! WHY?" (Because of you, bitch) I didn't want anyone to see me cry, or have any attention on me. Especially because, if you cried in this class, people bullied you for it. Seriously, I had been crying the year prior for a thing and still now some people came up to me and was like "haha remember when you CRIED?". So I replied that no, I was not crying, I just got some dirt in my eye. Therese was like "ok, can you go to the bathroom and put water on your eyes then?" and I said no. We then moved on.

But I told my parents when I got home about this, and they told me that I needed to tell Therese tomorrow that I had been feeling bad due to her. They had been hearing stories about her from me before, and knew I wasn't too fond of her. But hearing I started crying because of her made them think maybe I should communicate to her. So I did.

And surprisingly, Therese took that chill. She actually went "I understand, and I did see you were sad yesterday." But, then she added, "And by the way, back some months ago when you were correcting me on my spelling? I wasn't mad because you corrected my spelling, I was mad because you had a very grumpy tone when you said it."

I...

Ok?

It's hard for me to say. I just remember from my own POV. I recall I just told her in my normal tone of voice. Of course, if I would have turned back time and checked on myself, maybe I actually sounded like the world's grumpiest person? Also, I told this to one of my friends in class and she said that she did not find me to sound grumpy at all when this occurred. It's also like... ok, so if I had a happy-go-lucky tone of voice then it would've been ok? What counts as "grumpy" to you, Therese?

When I started fifth grade, we were moved to a new school, but all the students from our previous one still had P.E at this school. Which meant that, one time when I had been changing clothes after class, Therese came inside with the third graders, which she now was the homeroom teacher of. That was the last time I ever saw her.

Then I found out she was not allowed to teach at the school anymore. I have no idea what happened, but if she could just traumatize me from having her 3 times a week, I have no idea how she could be for the ones she had every day.

When telling these stories, I feel like they were rather tame, but it could be both because I have a distance to them now, and because I know that there were probably kids who had way worse experiences with her, especially those who had her every day. I sometimes wonder "what if she was actually pretty decent and I was just a dumb kid?" Well... if she ended up not being allowed to teach anymore, I think there was something going on with her. And even if it weren't, she had a very unstable temper that really does not fit with young children.

[dearwysteria]

I was thinking about cosplays and how I want to make my own in the future. Like sewing the outfit, making the props, styling the wig, etc. While I was thinking about that I remembered my first-ever public cosplay, Hatsune Miku.

This was last year by the way and my sophmore year in high school, I was so excited. I didn't care if someone was gonna bully me. Mostly because it was Halloween, the known day when people wear costumes and not be mocked, and the place I live in is a fairly small town and no one didn't care much. I went to school excited and anxious, there weren't many people wearing costumes, but it was fine because I had my friend, and now presently my queerplatonic partner :), with me and always hyped me up throughout the day. I wore the cosplay and wig the entire day, some people who knew me couldn't recognize me and I thought that was funny.

The day went fine, I got some compliments from people who could tell who I was cosplaying, the wig was a bit annoying because it was my first time wearing one and I never styled it. The highlight of that day was after school, I was walking down the hallway with my friend to her math class since she was planning to talk with her teacher. A girl and some of her friends came up to me and asked if she could take a picture with me! I was extremely flattered and ecstatic, I agreed and we posed together while one of her friends took photos. She kept complimenting me and rambling about how she has a Len cosplay (which btw I've seen her cosplay Len two years before this story. I thought she looked really cool and she definitely pulled it off.)

I don't think she ever recognized who I was, but that was fine with me. I never got to chat with her again because I'm a socially awkward mess, but that interaction was the best thing that happened to me.

[aliceyabusamesoneball]

assiginingn mutuals random people that aliceyabusamesoneball has encountered.... (in no particular order)

acci - this one really sweet girl who was on my school trip thingy last year and we had to fly there by plane so i was really nervous.. she sat next to me on the second and she was sooo nice the airplane was divided into like. different sections for some reason and our row was the first one after one of these sections and at first i thought it didnt have a tray so i was like kinda sad but when i sat down she was like “we got the best seats!!” and i was like “we did?” and she was like yeah theres so much leg room!!! and there was and it turns out there were trays they were jjst in the chair for some reason.. she was such a sweetheart later in the flight it was at night so she was like “look out the window!” and the city lights looked so pretty and she asked me to take a picture on her phone for her.. she was so nice i hope shes doing okay  i never got her name :( or maybe i just forgot

ves - MY FRIEND DYLAN HES SO COOL we met over the summer for like asb/leadership/wjatever you wanna call it stuff and he was so nice it was lik e my first time at the school so he gave me a tour and everything and he said he loved my outfit and also that he thought my name was pretty.. we wave to each other in the halls a lot!!! ALSO hes in the show thing with me (as an understudy WHICH. IN MY OPINION THEY SHOULDVE GOTTEN CASTED... HES SUCH A GOOD ACTOR BUT ANYWAY) and hes jjst really nice he tells me about like all the theater or school stuff i dont know.. he offered to buy me boba one time (I TURNED IT DOWN BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT HIM TO WASTEHIS MONEY ON ME and also i hadnt ever tried boba at the time so..) and he was one of the people with me at the boba place today he wqs so nice 

kid - ONE OF MY LIKE CLASSMATES/MAYBE FRIENDS HER NAME IS MYAN shes super sweet and also she has the coolest earrings.. WE MET VERY RECENTLY but shes soo nice and also she always compliments my outfits and slso sometimes she rants to me about like math class or something because the teacher goes so fast for no reason... also she told me my outfit slayed today ANYWAY shes so funny AND ALSO REALLY SMART AND I CANT WAIT TO TALK TOHER MORE AND MAYBE HOPEFULLY BECOME FRIENDS IF WE ARENT ALREADY.....

archer - THE GIRL THAT SITS ACROSS FROM ME IN MATH CLASS i’m not sure if her name is anna or yuanyuan because i think she goes by both ? anyway SHES SO FUNNY HASHJNDASFJNSDF shes a little bit siriuscore.. shes really quiet but she always checks her answers with me or asks me for help like every single day it amkes me so happy because she seems pretty quiet and i am slowly manipulating her to become my friend /j (IWOULD NEVER DO THAT) also she stares at people a lot whenever she looks at me i try to smile at her and recently she started smiling back :)

reaper - SOMEONE IN MY ASB CLASS their name is mandy and theyre really quiet but i can tell theyre super sweet !! THEYRE REALLY AWKWARD SOMETIMES i remember the first time we met was in the asb thing over the summer and the teacher/leader ?? of asb made us do icebreaker things and also we had to have nametags with like some information about us and i remember i had nonbinary on mine and i think literally the first interaction we had was them staring at my nametag for a long 10 seconds and then saying “nonbinary huh? i am too” IT WQS KINDA FUNNY anyways later on we were talking about like designing shirts for it because idk school merchandise.. and the teacher told us to maybe have like notes or something about what we could put on the shirts. AND MANDY WAS THE ONLY PERSON THAT DID IT AND THEYRE SOO TALENTED AT GRAPHIC DESIGN??? THEY DESIGNED A FRONT AND A BACK AND THEY HAD LIKE EXAMPLES OF STUFF WE COULD DO AND IT WAS SO COOL THEYRE GENUINELY SO GOOD AT ART but we couldnt use them because they were too detailed or some stupid shit idk.. ANYWAY we dont really like actually talk that much but i always wave at them when i see them and i remember one time i waved at them and they were kinda looking at their phone and then they looked up and looked like really surprised that iwas waving to them and kinda awkwardly moved their hand and i feel like thats so reapercore.....

THERES PROBABLY WAY MORE BUT THESE ARE JUST OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD I MIGHT DO MORE LATER

[tymorrowland]

I know this was meant as a "one of the following points" but I couldn't really stop myself so you get everyone, lol

A compliment:

I don't even know where to start. Your hair looks amazing. You have such a sweet smile. From how much I can tell from your posts, you're funny (I feel like there might be a better word for what I mean, but English isn't my first language and I can't put it better rn, sorry). Your entire body just looks so soft and sexy and huggable and kissable (to die for, really).

A story:

I'm currently on vacation and on our first day in the city my sister and I couldn't decide where we wanted to go for dinner. Because we were pretty exhausted we decided to go to a Japanese place near our hotel, even if I wasn't really in the mood for sushi and similar food. When we arrived it looked pretty underwhelming from outside and I was beginning to regret the decision. But then it was really pretty inside, the staff was super nice and they had the most amazing Japanese food I've ever tasted. Probably the best food I've ever had on vacation, if not in general.

Why you follow me:

I think initially because I thought you look cute. Now it's because you look good and we have a similar kind of humor and you're probably one of my favourite people on this site.

A cute message:

I really don't know how to be cute deliberately, but I'll try... I wish for every nightmare to vanish from your mind, may it be while you're asleep or awake, imagined or real. 💗

One thing you want to tell me:

Seeing your posts is usually very helpful to get me out of a bad mood.

One thing you want to know about me:

What's your favourite colour? What's your favourite book? Which subject did you enjoy the most in school? Which one the least? What are your hobbys? What do you do for a living? What are your favourite parts of your body? What are your favourite body parts of a (potential) partner? What's your favourite food (meal)? What's your favourite snack? Do you enjoy parties? What kind of music do you listen to? Do you speak any languages besides English? Is there a place you always wanted to travel to? (Sorry, I got a bit carried away. It's ok if you don't want to answer all of that)

oh wow, lmao, thank you! 💕

What's your favourite colour? Orange primarily, but i also love purple and pink.

What's your favourite book? i’m not much of a reader lmao. the last book i remember reading was the hunger game series literally like 12 years ago? idk if that was before the initial percy jackson series but yeah i don’t read much

Which subject did you enjoy the most in school? i actually enjoyed math and culinary (obv lmao), though every single one of my teachers were shit. i so wish i had taken art classes though.

Which one the least? i never really was a fan of history, or english because i hate writing essays

What are your hobbys? i really enjoy making pottery, but classes are so expensive, and i like playing video games

What do you do for a living? i essentially clean up documents for lawyers

What are your favourite parts of your body? i mean i’ve come a long way from a couple years ago where i hated my body, but i don’t think i have a least favorite part of my body. i really like my chest and my belly though

What are your favourite body parts of a (potential) partner? well my biggest turn on is nice hair. i don’t think i’m that picky on physicalities though

What's your favourite food (meal)? i really love how i make taco salad, but i also love a good low country boil, or a beef roast with potato and carrots

What's your favourite snack? i don’t think i have a favorite snack, i just snack on whatever i’m craving at the time

Do you enjoy parties? ive never been to a party, but i think i would prefer a small friends gathering game night

What kind of music do you listen to? literally anything that’s catchy. i don’t have any specific genre playlists. i just group whatever i want to listen to in a single playlist and make a new playlist whenever it’s got too many tired songs on it. they literally have pop, country, rock, metal, kpop, r&b, rap, but i think my favorite genre is like dancy/edm/electronic

Do you speak any languages besides English? nothing fluently, but i’ve taken classes in spanish and german. id love to get back into learning languages

Is there a place you always wanted to travel to? the nordic countries are the top of my list. id actually love to move there