#felt like something was wrong with it

[medic-simp]

𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓉 -- Silco Fluff Short

Professor!Silco x Professor!Reader Year of the OTP Event; April Prompt “University AU”

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences || WC: 1388 Content Warnings: References to drinking, professors flirting and maybe slowly falling in love 🥺

Context: Your classes are over and fellow political sciences professor Mr. Silco makes an unexpected visit. Despite his asshole reputation, you find yourself in pleasant conversation with Silco, and soon after, he asks you out for drinks with him. Not so bad after all.

@yearoftheotpevent​

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“Papers are due this Friday, I will not remind you again!”

Your warning goes completely unheard as all of the students file out of the seminar room, each one of them eager to slip through into the hall and complain about your course. College students think they’re so clever.

A long sigh leaves you as you lean over your desk, inspecting some of the papers that had been lingering for the past day or so.

Something something…staff meeting…sports appreciation…something something…another staff meeting…

“A paper this Friday?” A raspy voice echoes into the silent lecture hall and you scream at the sneak attack, sending papers sliding across your desk as you nearly jump out of your skin. Your head spins around to find a fellow professor standing in the doorway, the sound of his shoes against the cheap floor tiles echoing around the room.

“Don’t scare me like that,” you chide, sending an accompanying glare his way. He gives you a smirk in return and picks up one of the scattered papers on your desk. The ends of his black tailcoat whip behind him as he stops, fabric rustling with paper as he flips over the page in his hand. 

“A paper about what?” he asks, frowning as he skims over the same blah blah…staff meeting…blah blah that you found moments before, eyes rolling past small, round glasses frames. His nose shadows the corner of his lip as he faces the lamplight on your desk, and the scars digging grooves into his forehead and cheek appear deeper. He looks at you over his glasses, one searing red eye observing you like prey to hunt.

“Well?” Silco blinks owlishly at you.

“It’s um…” ‘You assigned the damn thing, can’t you remember what it’s about?!’ is what your mind screams, but you continue to stare blankly at the other professor. In your silence, Silco pivots, arms crossing over his narrow, vested chest, eyebrows raised in question. With a lack of words, your mouth opens and closes several times over before Silco nods.

“I see, very engaging,” he muses, bringing a hand up to adjust his glasses on the bridge of his nose. The sarcasm breaks your awkwardness and you’re able to laugh a bit, your cheeks going up in flames with pure, unbridled embarrassment.

Your hands come up to massage your temples and you shake your head, breathing out an exasperated apology. Silco offers you a small smile, understanding of your exhausted and scatterbrained state of being.

“It’s a paper on how culture pressures politics,” you explain. Your body falls back to lean against your desk, hips tilted to one side. You see Silco’s brow raise as he continues to languidly side eye you.

His red eye puzzles you. It always has. It seems more like a pool than an ocular body part, like a blot of ink dissipating into a red sea. You’re not sure if he can even see out of it, and you always assumed it a rude question, but you have a feeling it doesn’t do him much visual good rather than act as a sort of barrier. Something that he uses to scare people. Solitary bastard. Speaking of which, why is he of all people here?

Your mind flashes to the last few staff meetings where this Oscar the Grouch of a professor made it abundantly clear that he wanted nothing to do with the other professors, yourself included, but showed the minimum respect with the exception of some rude retorts and cynical criticisms. Never wasted a breath of air or a second of time otherwise. 

“Don’t you think that would be better suited for a culture class than political science?” Silco asks. He casually drags a chair over to your desk and sits in it, looking up at you as if he were pondering your existence. Without much thought you find yourself sitting across from him, sinking into the cheap swivel chair that is infinitely less comfortable than the one in your office.

“I feel like it’s important to understand that culture sort of steers politics, political parties, et cetera.” Your fingers find your temples again, propping up your head to look at Silco slanted. His brows arch in question once again as he looks at you in a similar skewed fashion. He turns the unscarred side of his face closer to you, and it sparks a theory that he can see you better with his healthy eye.

“That’s a good take, I never really think the younger professors know what they’re doing,” Silco coos, cocking his head in a way that felt like he looked you up and down despite the fact that he didn’t. You bristle at it all.

“Yeah, apologies for not being the resident smartass of the campus, I just don’t have it as together as you, do I?”

The words leave your mouth without a second thought, your shoulders squared indignantly and your eyes narrowed back. Silco barks out a dry laugh in his signature gravel tone, pushing himself against the back of the chair with an amused sigh.

“You needn’t bite so hard, I’m only kidding you,” Silco says through a playful smirk, chipped teeth peeking out from behind his scarred lips. “I make it a point to teach my students the same thing, I merely wanted to see if you could back up your claim.”

You feel your ears heat up from snapping at him, your chair giving a creak as you relax into it.

“Sorry,” you sigh, breathing out a laugh at yourself. “I don’t mean to sound offensive but I’ve seen your criticisms of others and I thought I was to be your next victim of scrutiny.” You give Silco a small smile and he offers one in return.

“It wasn’t my intention,” Silco hums, picking out another thin splinter from your wooden desk and pinching with the ends of his nails. He doesn’t seem too offended by the first part of your reply and you let out a small breath of relief at that fact.

“In the case that you’re as tense as you appear, if you have no morning or noon students tomorrow that would have to put up with your hangover headache, there’s a pub down the street.” Silco’s eyes meet yours past the wooden fragment, sincere blue and red casting over you like a shadow.

“A nice evening pint always eases the nerves.”

Your first reaction is to look for some indicator that he’s joking. No way in hell would the stoic, anti-social, know-it-all, solitary, prick professor, Mr. Silco, ask you out to drinks. But you’re met with an unchanging stare. It’s a suggestion, not a demand, and you can see he would be only mildly disappointed if you declined his offer. But hey, a drink never hurt anyone.

“I’ll be in my office.” The small piece of wood splits in two between Silco’s fingernails before he flicks it away and stands up. The chair under you gives a thankful groan when you scramble to get up, bracing yourself on the desk.

“Can we go now?” you ask and Silco gives you a curious look, likely as surprised as you are with your eagerness. He thinks for a moment and shrugs nonchalantly.

“I’ve no objections.”

You smile at him but he doesn’t see it, he’s already turning around and gliding out of the room in long strides, forked tailcoat ends whipping behind him. 

“You’re paying, right?” you ask, jogging towards the door and locking it, catching up to the professor with a few rushed steps.

“No, I’m dragging you to a pub and then making you pay for the tipsy stupor we leave in.”

This time, Silco sees your excited grin and he slows down a bit to let you catch up. Honestly, who knew that the asshole professor who was always shutting people down at staff meetings in under ten words would have any sense of humor at all! Maybe it’s not a knee-slapper, but the joke is a happy surprise.

“If you keep your mouth open any longer it’ll brush the carpets,” Silco quips, turning back around and continuing his quick, lengthy steps. “Let’s go.”

You laugh to yourself, mentally preparing conversation starters to avoid an awkward, slightly drunken “date” with this man.

It’s going to be an interesting night.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Man this scene in FNAF 2 movie is gonna be wild-

[magnus-rhymes-with-swagness]

made a flyer with information on how to donate to mona, who is distributing food and supplies throughout north gaza. i've been printing them out and putting them up all over and you can too! download it here

ID:

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/end ID

[soups-archive]

Honestly, I don't think people give qCellbit enough credit. As much as he can be blinded by his own self depreciation, he knows his husband.

And there is something deeply wrong with "Roier."

Props to cc!Roier for his acting, because as someone who's been watching the both of them for almost a year now, the way he plays Doied with qCellbit makes my stomach churn a little bit.

It's an almost perfect impression of qRoier, but it's wrong in the ways that matter. He's a little too careless. A little too surface level in his portrayal.

He feels like if someone watched Roier's pov and took his attitude at face value without bothering to consider any of the nuances underneath. Which is, I guess, what Doied actually did.

He hits Cellbit with a sword when he's under-geared just "for fun". He stands back in fights when Cellbit's calling out for help. He nonchalantly brings up Bobby in order to convince the eggs and Cellbit to leave. He tells Pepito that he's Pepito's only parent and that Pepito is only his son. The small details all add up together and the result is something immensely off.

It's VERY well acted, and it's the kind of difference that only someone who spent a long time with a character could pick up on, which is exactly why I think qCellbit seems to have caught on so quick.

[crystallizsch]

[lokioftheloch]

RULES OF BEING OTHERKIN #1

Being authentic and true to yourself is the only way you are 'supposed to be/act like' (insert entity). If anyone else disagrees it only tells you about them.

[itspileofgoodthings]

one of my favorite things about pride and prejudice is that in the last third of the book Elizabeth’s internal monologue about Darcy is her admitting that she’s in love with him but also putting all sorts of qualifications around that statement that kind of ...tamp down the level of emotion (the “feelings, if not as tender as Jane’s for Bingley, at least as just” line, even the whole thing about her and Darcy being well-matched objectively speaking) and as soon as she’s engaged you get the unbridled joy in the narrative about her own joy, cc: “I am happier even than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh.” 

[fellthemarvelous]

It pisses me off to see the way some Star Wars fans are so dismissive of Reva, Third Sister.

She's complex. She's interesting. She's clever. She's intelligent. She's strategic. She's conflicted. She's traumatized. She's scared. She's angry. She's a survivor.

The Obi-Wan Kenobi series literally opens with her and her friends watching one of her Jedi mentors get gunned down by clone troopers during Order 66.

She was a FUCKING CHILD!!! They were in the middle of a lesson when the clones walked in and started shooting everyone!! These were Anakin Skywalker's troopers and they were executing every single Jedi around them.

These children had NO idea what was going on. They were scared and they tried to run to safety.

We remember this scene from Revenge of the Sith and we all immediately knew what it meant.

These are the same bodies that Obi-Wan Kenobi found when he and Yoda returned to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant after having to kill so many of Anakin's clone troopers just to survive.

These are children that the Jedi Council wasn't there to save.

Palpatine snuffed out the light of the Jedi in one swift act of terrorism and then blamed the Jedi for their own genocide after taking over the entire galaxy.

And in times of war, the weakest among everyone always suffer the most.

This is what Reva, Jedi youngling, remembers most about the end of the Clone Wars.

Anakin Skywalker, hero of the Clone Wars and former padawan of the great Obi-Wan Kenobi, murdered all of her friends and injured her.

She had to play dead amongst the dead bodies of her friends, and that's how she survived. She witnessed Anakin Skywalker murder all the Jedi in the temple with no one there to stop him because the other Jedi Masters were being executed in a war they had never wanted to enter into in the first place.

She blames herself for not being able to save her friends because she wasn't strong enough to fight back. No youngling was ever going to be strong enough to stand against Anakin Skywalker. She wanted revenge against Anakin Skywalker, and she was just as desperate to get to Obi-Wan Kenobi as he was. She wanted to kill Anakin Skywalker just as badly as Darth Vader wanted to kill Obi-Wan.

She was alone in a galaxy that tortured and executed surviving Jedi. She spent ten years plotting her revenge against Anakin. She was angry at Obi-Wan for not being there to stop Anakin, and rightfully so.

The Republic fell. Reva and her friends were left unprotected. She was the only person she relied on because everyone else failed her. She was only a child when she lost everyone.

And it's clear she was conflicted by her role as an Inquisitor. She doesn't have the training the other Inquisitors do because she volunteered to be an Inquisitor while all the others were tortured and terrorized into falling to the dark side. She only wanted access to Anakin so she could get justice for what he did to her and her family.

Unlike Anakin, Reva couldn't find it in herself to harm a child. She was seeking revenge solely against Anakin Skywalker. Luke and Leia are the same age she was when she watched her friends and family die in front of her.

Yes, she was prepared to torture Leia, but she consistently hesitated, and when Tala walked in, Reva turned away. She stopped. Yeah she was mad, but she didn't have to go through with it. She'd already planted a tracker on Lola. She was already planning on allowing them to escape so she could locate their secret base. She just needed to bait Obi-Wan. Her plan worked perfectly, and she didn't even have to hurt this child who was annoying the shit out of her (not realizing she was dealing with Anakin Skywalker's offspring).

She went to Tatooine to kill Luke, but she couldn't. She hunted him down without bothering to kill Owen or Beru. She only cared about one thing. Getting justice for what happened to everyone she had been unable to save at the end of the war. She was only a child, and when she realized she was about to kill a defenseless child just to get revenge, she couldn't do it. She saw her face when she looked down at Luke and cried when she realized she couldn't do it.

She was so horrified by what she had been prepared to do and returned him to Owen and Beru alive. She fell to her knees and sobbed because she thought she failed her family in the end.

Obi-Wan was there for her this time. He reminded her that by showing mercy, she was giving her friends and family peace. She was not going to become the monster that Anakin Skywalker was.

Obi-Wan helped her and reminded her that she gets to decide who she wants to be from this point forward. She refused to become Anakin Skywalker, and a weight was finally starting to be lifted from her shoulders. A weight she had been carrying for ten long years.

She did what she thought she had to just to survive. She had only been a child with no guidance because everyone she loved died. She survived by joining the ranks of the enemy so she could plot her revenge. Obi-Wan showed her mercy at the moment she needed it most. He wasn't angry with her. He was compassionate. She survived Order 66 just like he did, but she had been defenseless when they were thrust into a galaxy that tortured and killed Force sensitive individuals and those who helped them. He had failed Reva during Order 66, and he wasn't going to fail her this time.

She is getting a second chance at finding her path in life despite the bad things she did. Everyone deserves a second chance. She was robbed of her childhood and had to grow up overnight. She had to learn how to survive. And that's exactly what she did. Just not in the way she expected.

[theshinysnivy1]

[hiding-in-the-vault]

The plot twist, the grand reveal, that everything we've come to know and understand is wrong is really cool.

The canon life system became so normalized to both character and viewer, only for c!Dream to announce at the end that it's not supposed to be that way. And we all know there was a time where it wasn't like that, it became like that, and no one questioned it until he and Punz did

[screwpinecaprice]

Stranded at work today so I decided to sneak a draw on the workplace's computer.

[leavingautumn13]

people who don't know them sometimes jump to conclusions about diamond city's detective duo.

closeups under the cut

[acrobattack]

this would fix them trust me

[sciderman]

i opened tumblr during lunch and the first thing i saw was peter parker britney spears. two of my friends stared at my phone and audibly went “oh” thank you for the blessing

i've had so many people tell me "sci. the only thing i know about you is spider-man and britney spears". and i think that's all there is. you're welcome.

[profounddefendorcrusade-blog]

I feel bad for Starlo.

Star has a point, idk what the four were ticked off about, there is like 99% chance everyone willingly participated in the trolley problem, based on what we've seen of his behavior thus far it's not like Starlo to be that big of a jerk/drag them by force/yell at them to do it. Ed's words:

he does it because Star asks NICELY

clearly jealous

It genuinely seemed like a fun time/fun roleplay, especially since every day is the same. Like, the five are supposed to be a rowdy and adventures bunch, what exactly did Starlo do wrong, I'm genuinely confused and curious. Except taking a big liking in Clover (his posse should know that this is a big moment for him, according to Blackjack they've known each other since high school and had the same liking for westerns. So they were basically a nerd gang.) Starlo was kind, patient and considerate towards Clover the whole time, even warned Mooch about them not being bandits, taught Clover gun safety, wanted to bring his posse along for a fun time, thanked Ace for telling him about getting Clover a new hat...

Sure, at first he only liked Clover for being a human, but as Ceroba says, that changed and he grew to genuinely care about them, plus I can't help but think Star saw himself in Clover and that's part of the reason he was so proud of them all the time even when they messed up (I'll talk more about this at some point)

What exactly made Ace want to leave the gang? He even said how he doesn't mind "getting run over by the fake train"

he's so nice. says sorry for forgetting the safety goggles even when he was scatterbrained due to his excitement. I love him so much

The only real "faults" (I'll call them temporary faults) I saw in Star during the Wild East section was that he was even more enthusiastic and more proud than usual. But how couldn't he be when he met a member of the species that he has admired for so long because they have real cowboys and sheriffs on the surface (who are seen as brave heroes who deliver justice, while Star canonically feels like a nobody farmer). His posse should have realized Clover wouldn't be there forever and just let their boss enjoy himself with his "deputy who'd have to leave sooner or later anyway"(or be more patient with him/ask him why he feels this strongly towards Clover/if there's a deeper reason for that). His friends including Ceroba just turn their back on him so quickly instead. The moment he's gotten the chance to feel valued for once and put himself first and not have to take care of this whole town and everyone in it and live his dream of meeting a real human, suddenly "his personality is damaged?"

Star's literally built this whole town, organised everything, he worries about everyone, Ceroba (plus was the one to give her emotional strength before and after Clover's sacrifice), Kanako, the monsters, his family, struggles with feelings of worthlessness yet never wipes that smile off his face, always does his best to be hopeful and optimistic and make others laugh, gave his posse a nap time so they don't become exhausted, gave Ceroba a free home, didn't act upon his feelings towards her and was a 110% supportive, caring friend instead. THAT'S who he is. He's the papa bear of this friend group, the glue holding everyone together.

He was just *really* excited. Y'all know he's insecure and just wishes to escape who he is and yet y'all blame him for liking Clover so much. Yeah, the four are very clearly jealous. But why won't the four of you control your feelings for a while? As mentioned, Clover WILL HAVE TO LEAVE EVENTUALLY. They won't be Star's "deputy" forever (the kid who's just as into westerns as he is, who values justice just as much, who also values doing the right thing. Someone he clearly felt understood in the presence of, whom he loved; just look at the way he talks about Clove during Showdown). Star seems genuinely confused of what he did wrong poor guy just wanted to live his fantasy for once and feel important:

Even at the beginning Moray's like "oh no Martlet is upset" Mooch replies "don't be a buzzkill nothing exciting ever happens around here" and Ray's like "Yeah you've got a point"

If you all agreed to have a little fun with a human who will very soon leave forever why is Starlo's enthusiasm such a big problem? If the posse weren't into this after all (unless they were simply too jealous which could have been solved with a honest talk and a little patience) why are you doing this "rowdy" job with Star in the first place? Do you want your boring routine day to day life so much back? Or just for Clover to leave (which they will soon enough)? You, western enthusiasts, literally met a real human, A HUMAN FROM WESTERNS YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE PASSIONATELY INTO (clearly not as passionate as Star but passionate ENOUGH to understand where he's coming from).

... okay.

[birdy-bird27]

Visualization of how I feel about spamton