#high schoolers after complaining about being able to have

[cardiac-arresting-sweetheart]

people are often so ungrateful

especially people my age like teenagers... at least i think i notice that more often. wish it were more important to people to be grateful. and respectful as well. it's not that hard...

/nbh

[uwurakax]

-> 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄, 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄, 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄 ᥫ᭡

-> 𝒾𝒻 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎'𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝑒? <-

"𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘪'𝘮 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴"

⋆˙⟡♡ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐨)

⋆˙⟡♡ 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝟒.𝟏𝐤

⋆˙⟡♡ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐬 || 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 || 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞-𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 ||

⋆˙⟡♡ 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧.

ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ x ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ ᴀʟʙᴜᴍ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋʟɪꜱᴛ

"ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅ'ꜱ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“But, I don't understand?”

Kageyama Tobio had never been good with words. He supposed he never really needed to be. Where he felt most comfortable, on a volleyball court, he didn't need to speak. He read body language over books, and spoke with his eyes instead of his mouth in the heat of a match.

But as he stood in front of you now, the adrenaline mixed with anxiety brought upon an anticipation that was unknown, and a part of him wished he was more adept at the social aspect of your average high schooler. However Kageyama Tobio was not an average high schooler, he was, in the volleyball world, an absolute genius.

The King of the Court.

The stark contrast to the confidence he exuded as an athlete, and the socially awkward guy in front of you had made you laugh. An impressive feat the other team had to overcome, like a whirlwind storm with his ocean blue eyes. Off the court, he was almost normal. An ordinary student who valued practice over studying, with subpar marks to show for it. He was admirable though. He knew what he wanted, for himself, his career. His future.

Up until just a second ago, you thought you were a part of that.

His confession blindsided you. Sent you over a cliff that you had no idea was below you until it was too late and you were free falling. Only brought back by the impact of hitting the despair filled waters below, unable to move, or claw your way through it. You couldn't breathe, or process anything.

You were just… sinking.

“I’m sorry… Y/N”

Kageyama wasn't able to look you in the eye. It had been over 2 years since you had made it official, labelling the two of you as boyfriend and girlfriend. He wasn't sure how he even got with you, or why you of all people wanted to be with him. But you did, and he found himself blessed, wondering how his life got to be this good.

He was skilled athletic, a renowned talent in volleyball with presumed “good looks”, which wasn't an uncommon comment when he passed by the hallways of Karasuno High, and, most importantly, he had you.

The days of you waiting on him and watching his practices. How you never thought of, or complained once, despite his insistence on staying back for ‘just a little bit longer’, which led to you getting home an hour or so after your expected time.

He’s sure your parents berated you for it, and yet, without fail, you never stopped. It was probably why his first impression was never going to end well.

This was the boy who kept their darling, sweet daughter out late. He’s sure after this, you’ll tell them, and they’ll know everything they ever thought about him was true.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say to me after two years?!”

You gave a lot to the relationship, despite how much you loved Kageyama, being with him was hard. He was always practicing, spending so much time on the court, you wondered how a person could have that much stamina running through them. His mind was always on volleyball, and how to improve, glued to his own ball almost 24/7, watching matches of his peers and champions, he lived and breathed volleyball.

You often wondered if he loved volleyball more than you.

Standing in a secluded corner of your school's courtyard, by the gymnasium building, you didn't have to wonder.

Kageyama Tobio loved volleyball, more than anything.

Your hands were shaking, tightly gripping your high school certificate to try and steady yourself. Of course Kageyama would do this, of all things, at graduation.

He didn't respond, standing awkwardly in front of you while his eyes tried to look anywhere but your own. It even looked like he couldn't bear to look at your face.

A small gust of wind blew, the slight breeze flowing through your hair. At least it was a distraction, to pull you away from your stupor.

“Can you at least say something? Please?” You were desperate, searching in his eyes for anything. Grasping at straws, you just wanted to find something to hold on to, to cling to, to get him to change his mind.

“I’m sorry”

Your last day of high school was arguably, one of the worst days you had ever experienced. Tears shed for a completely different reason.

Kageyama broke your heart that day, and you left him standing by the fence next to the gym. He had chosen.

You didn't bother to look back, turning the corner and never uttering a word.

Kageyama slouched over, his heart heavy as he looked at your retreating figure, disappearing behind the building of the school that now obscured you.

He looked down, his second blazer button unpinned and missing, sitting deep in his trouser pocket. A physical reminder of the second choice he now had to let go of. His future with you in it, now faded into nothingness.

Kageyama turned his heel and began heading into the gym for the last time, with a determination to prove to himself this was the right choice.

He knew throughout high school it was tough, and his goal of being a professional athlete was only going to strain you further. He wouldn’t allow that to happen. You already sacrificed enough for him. He wouldn't let you waste away your best years trying to keep up and chase him.

He’d let you go, because you deserved to be with someone who could give you something better than he could. Someone who could love you the way a man should.

Yes, Kageyama Tobio loved you, but he loved volleyball more.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

You had no idea how he did it, but Hinata had convinced you to attend a “gathering” as he called it, at a local restaurant to celebrate his, and the Japanese Olympic Volleyball Team’s, gold medal win. He had practically begged and pleaded, citing that all his past friends and teammates from Karasuno were coming, and you just had to be there to complete it.

It wasn't that you didn't want to, you loved Hinata and he was one of your closest high school friends all those years ago. In fact, you were quite flattered that he was so adamant to have you there, even if you weren't an official member of the Karasuno Volleyball Team. You also hadn't spoken to him in sometime, your friendship being reduced to liking instagram pictures, tweets and the occasional snapchat photo.

The only problem was..

“You're staring” Kiyoko murmured as she drank from her wine glass. Her sleek, black hair cascading straight down her back like a flowing waterfall. It seemed the universe had its favourites. How unfair that she got more beautiful.

You snatched her drink, gulping down whatever liquid was left in the glass. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and held the now empty wine glass back to Kiyoko. Not the classiest you've ever been, but you were beyond the point of caring.

“I’ll be back,” you murmured, turning away from her and heading towards the bathroom. Kiyoko could only sigh as she looked sadly at Kageyama across the room, standing almost ominously in a dark corner of the room against the wall, as he sipped from his glass occasionally.

“Hi Kiyoko,” the raven haired woman turned to find her high school manager successor, Yachi standing beside her.

“Are you okay?” Yachi followed Kiyoko’s gaze to spot the now world renowned volleyball player.

“I’m fine, it's just Y/N,” Kiyoko responded, twirling the bordeaux glass with her slender fingers.

“I see,” Yachi looked down sadly, remembering how close Kageyama and Y/N were all those years ago.

It was hard to believe the two were so in love at one point in their lives with the sorry state they were in. The epitome of lovers to strangers.

“Do you think she’ll be okay?” Yachi’s timid voice whispered, afraid that someone may overhear.

“Hard to tell,” Kiyoko replied back, placing the glass down on the table next to her.

“I’m sure it hurts her. I know she keeps up with the news regarding him,” with a sigh, Kiyoko turned to Yachi who looked up at the ebony haired woman.

“I know you've seen the articles.” Yachi’s brow's furrowed as her face twisted in melancholy. She was, afterall, a sensitive girl as a teenager, and that trait had never left. Kioyko found it endearing really, how sweet and empathetic her junior was, without even realising.

She was so close with the both of them, and while neither had pressured her, Yachi felt a sense of guilt and betrayal to both Y/N and Kageyama.

However Yachi couldn't help her confusion towards the blue-eyed setter. Being a handsome athlete in his twenties had put him high on the eligible bachelor list, yet he had never really dated exclusively since high school. She couldn't help but wonder if perhaps the stars would align for her two friends to become lovers again. She knew how much they both had cared and loved each other, despite Kageyama’s reservations back then during their relationship. To know the feelings they both had for one another, feelings that were possibly unknown to either. A burden she had to bear as the cost for being close to them.

However if Kageyama had cared as much as Yachi knew, why did the articles paint his supposed ex from years ago, the only ex Kageyama had ever had, as a hurtful heartbreaker, when you had said he was the one who ruined you?

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Gripping the edge of the basin of the crystal white sink, you tried to steady your breathing. You desperately wanted to hide away, shielded in the safety of the bathroom.

You thought you would be okay. Thought that you could deal with seeing him for just one night. You didn't want to be selfish, this wasn't about you, but God, was it awful.

You weren't as good as this, weren’t strong enough.

Looking up into the mirror you breathed out, a last ditch effort to form some semblance of clarity and calm. You didn't have to be here for much longer, you could wait. You owed your friends that much, right?

However, seeing Kageyama again, an ex who, all that time ago, was your forever, surfaced feelings that you tried to keep hidden. It was just a teenage love story, one that shouldn't have affected you so.

It wasn't like it wasn't uncommon for high school relationships to end. To feel like child's play in an adult playground.

But it was real, you thought to yourself. Denying it would do a disservice to you, and the girl you used to be. The girl who became the woman you were now. Deep down, this hurdle in life, made you stronger, and you could have almost been thankful for the heartbreak.

Would've, Could've, Should've.

You weren't in your right mind, his piercing gaze falling on you for a moment that you buckled. How unfair that he had this hold on you.

You would have been thankful, for if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't be the person you were now, but…

You looked at your reflection, the somber expression under the dark light transported you back the first night you cried over him. It was so easy to fool your parents into thinking your sobs were from the sadness of graduating. Of saying goodbye, which wasn't entirely wrong.

You had aged, not a lot, but no longer did you have that childlike innocence within your eyes. Maturity and a bit of confidence that came with life, with age, had enveloped you. Your clothes were surely different, and you no longer wore your hair the same way, but with the almost pathetic display being cast back at you, you were almost convinced that the one staring back at you was that sad teenage girl who had suffered and grieved over her first love.

That wasn't you anymore.

You twisted the faucet on the sink, the cold water streaming vertically down and into the dark drain. Into nothingness. You were sure there was some kind of metaphor in that, one you were too mentally exhausted to even think about.

You cupped your hands together, letting the cool flow pool in your palms. You watched until it overflowed, the water running down either side of your fingers.

Leaning over the basin, you gently splashed soothingly chilled water on your face, focused on your eyes to be rid of the heat that slowly started to form.

You wouldn't cry tonight, and that was a promise.

You quickly turned off the tap and dabbed away the water with a paper towel, being conscious of the makeup you had spent much too long on.

After deeming yourself ready, you exited the bathroom. Hightailing out to get away, you completely missed the rigid figure you ran into, almost slipping on the smooth flooring. Rough, but warm hands reached out and held you firm on your upper arms.

Stupid heels.

“I’m so sorry!” You squeaked, embarrassed you had been caught leaving the bathroom.

“It's fine, don't worry about it,” you looked up and saw none other than Miya Atsumu holding you in his hands, adorning a smirk on gorgeous face.

You were stunned, one of the best setters you had ever seen play was now here, in front of you, and oh my God he was holding you!

He raised his brow, offering you a signal to continue, or say anything. It would hit you later just how stupid you probably looked to him. Shaking your head out of your stupor, you offered a second apology, pulling away slightly, to which he thankfully let you go, and bowing.

Atsumu could only chuckle and think about how cute it was. He reassured you that ‘it really was fine, and no trouble at all’. He was a lot kinder than he was portrayed, and a lot more handsome.

You expressed your gratitude sincerely, and soon enough you made your back to the crowd, mood a little better than it had been minutes before. It didn't last long, as you felt a hard stare and looking toward its source had soured the little sweetness you managed to find in the short interaction with a certain pretty blond setter.

If looks could kill, you'd surely be 6 feet under.

You could only snarl back, annoyed he had the audacity to look pissed off with you!

As if you were the one who defamed him on news outlets, parading around as if he was the one who was scorned with a love that ‘got away’.

Maybe it wasn't right, but when your ex boyfriend becomes a world renowned volleyball player, you tend to get somewhat invested in their life. It wasn't like you were the only one who caught up on what a previous lover was doing, and it wasn't your fault he was famous, it was too easy. They practically threw him back in your face, the trending pages and news articles. It was hard to miss.

And although you were never named specifically, it wasn't hard to know the relationship experiences that were written in these articles were about you.

All over social media you were slandered, criticised so harshly for the treatment you had supposedly shown him. The reason for why his heart was so guarded. A fortress of steel that many had wanted to conquer in the quest to woo him. To treat him better, and show him what love was all about, his fangirls would spew.

What a load of rubbish.

As if you hadn't given him your best years, been there for him and every game. As if the hours spent wasted on him, had meant nothing.

A second heartbreak.

Kageyama would've never done that to you. At least you never thought he would've. Perhaps you never really knew him at all.

Pulling your phone from your purse, you checked the time.

11:03pm.

You spent enough time here, you thought. It was time to leave. You quickly opened a rideshare app, inputting your details and confirming the booking. You were grateful your driver was only 4 minutes away.

You took a swift glance at the crowd around you, spotting Hinata laughing boisterously with a group full of people you recognised from the Japan Volleyball Team. You smiled fondly, making your way to the door and inconspicuously leaving. You’d apologise to Hinata later for not saying goodbye in person, but you weren't going to disrupt him. He was having a good time, and you knew he’d sense your discomfort. That wasn't fair on him. He shouldn't have to try to appease you both. None of your friends should have to. The issues between you were Kageyama’s and yours alone.

The night air sent a chill through you as you stepped out onto the footpath outside the venue doors, but it also gave you a crisp comfort. It took away the heat of anger that slowly began to build and doused you completely.

You glanced down at your phone again, ignoring the sound of the door opening behind you to check on your driver. They hadn't moved at all.

“Hey..” the low voice from behind you felt magnified in the dead silent street.

No freaking way.

You knew his voice from anywhere. It haunted you in your dreams. Had a power over you that you couldn't explain. Everytime you’d push, he just pulled you back in.

The biggest regret was letting Kageyama Tobio into your heart and having this magnetic force over you.

“What is it?” you didn't dare look back, focusing solely at the device in your hand. You wished you could voice out your disdain, bite back with any snarky comment like you’d imagined if you ever spoke with him again, but you couldn't. It was like your heart and your mind were in two separate planes of existence, and much to your dismay, your heart was slowly closing in at the forefront.

“I’m not sure..” Kageyama could be clueless at times, but he never sounded this uncertain before. You occasionally came across some of his interviews, and for some unknown reason, you never were able to click off. No matter what was said, or questions asked, Kageyama had always spoken with a confidence and self assurance that you truly could believe in what he said. Through the years, this only became more apparent.

The hesitation in his voice was uncharacteristic and off. You slowly turned to face him, really looking at him now and taking him in.

When you pushed, he pulled.

He looked you in the eyes for a moment before looking at the pavement. The faint yellow glow of the streetlamp illuminating the side of his face. It didn't do him justice, but even in the dim light he was stunning.

The years had been good to him, and like a fine wine, he only looked better than he did before. You were sure that would continue, and you felt a slight pang in your heart.

“Is there something you need, Kageyama?” he looked up then, and you thought you saw a moment of hurt flashing within his eyes.

It almost felt good, to inflict even a fraction of pain, and would’ve been proud, if not for the way his surname sounded on your lips.

An awkward silence passed between you, and Kageyama couldn't find the words. He knew this was unfair, and he really wasn't sure why he was now here, with you in front of him. All he knew was that you couldn't leave. Not just yet.

When Hinata told him of the celebration, he had prayed that you would come, and you had. God, he felt like a creep staring at you most of the night, but he couldn't help it. You were more beautiful than he remembered, and if this was the last time he got to see you this close again, then so be it. His last memory of you haunted him; your tear stained cheeks and crying eyes. He had done that to you, and it was selfish of him, but he could see now he made the right choice. You seemed to flourish and do better without him.

He just needed this.

“I’m sorry,” he started, finally gaining the courage to continue.

“I’m sorry for everything.”

You closed your eyes and breathed in. That was the last thing he had ever said to you; I’m sorry.

“I forgave you a long time ago you know” it was almost melancholic. Quiet street, street lights and an ex you couldn't forget.

“Even so, you deserve it. Sincerely,”

“You mean you weren't sincere before?”

“No, I was. It’s just..”

“Just?”

‘I just needed an excuse to see you again’ Kageyama thought.

“Nothing, I’m sorry for ambushing you like this,” You snorted, unable to contain it.

“You're full of apologies tonight?” you questioned.

“I guess I am.”

A new quiet befell, but there was no longer any animosity. It was almost comfortable.

Your phone buzzed, and upon checking, you saw your rideshare driver was coming down the street, a minute away.

“Well, my ride is nearly here, so..” you trailed off, the awkwardness surrounding you once more.

“Did you want a lift? I could drive you home…” You paused, surprised at his offer.

“That's okay, they're nearly here now,”

“Oh, right.” Kageyama looked away, slightly embarrassed.

“Um..” Kageyama stuttered. He needed to do this, before you left.

“Yeah?” you looked up quizzically, wondering what else he may want.

He took a few strides towards you, and you had to fight the urge to step back. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small, black object that appeared round.

“Here,” he held it out towards you, unable to look at you. He was thankful for the cover of night to hide the growing red of his cheeks. This was entirely the most selfish thing he had ever done in his life, but he needed to.

“What's this?” you questioned, accepting the item and inspecting it. It looked like a button.

“Just something that was always for you,” he looked at your face to see you staring back.

“I never got the chance to give it to you properly back then. If you want to throw it down the street right now, I won't blame you, but it was always yours.” Kageyama looked longingly at his old button from his high school blazer. He had brought it with him tonight with the intention of giving it to you, but there was never a moment for him to. He may never get this chance again, he wouldn't back away. So when he saw you briskly leave, he knew it was the only time he'd catch you.

You stared at the button, shocked that he had kept it after all this time.

“A-are you sure about this?” you cradled it in your hand, feeling the weight of it on your heart.

“Yeah, I am,” Kageyama smiled.

You looked at the small button that contained so many feelings.

“Thank you,” you heard a car pull over on the curb behind you, and you turned around, recognised the number plate that matched your driver.

“That’s me,” you said, walking to the back side door to get in. Opening in, you glanced back, unsure of how to end the night.

Kageyama’s hands were in his pockets now as he took a couple steps closer.

“Have a good night Y/N,”

You were no longer resentful. The anger had dissipated so quickly, you wondered if you were truly angry with him at all. Filled with the sorrow of what could have been, you ingrained this memory in the back of your mind.

The button smooth in your palm unlocking the remains of love that had been locked away for so long, opening that door slightly for it to seep out.

“Goodnight.. Tobio,”

[vcaart]

ive been thinking about him soooo

I've never liked the idea of him being a yandere or whatever, but i do like the idea that he's not any of those things he's just trying to be cool 😭😭

Especially based of the audition tape, I used to say stuff like that to seem cool but I was NOT lol

I made him a college students because if they had to audition for Danganronpa, there is NO WAY in HELL they'd let people under 18 audition. There may be a few exceptions, if they had parental consent, but I don't think most parents would allow their kids to do that. They think they're high schoolers in the simulation though.

I also headcanon that the whole killing game was a simulation, similar to the Neo World in Chapter 4. But they are pulled from the simulation before they die so their body doesn't die of shock. Most of the other killings games had paid actors, and because of the 53rd anniversary they decided to allow audience participation in another way, rather than through Kiibo. The chance to audition and be able to be *in* the show.

[REDACTED], on the other hand, did not actually read through everything. He was like "Oh! It's a simulation, I'll be fine!" and out of excitement auditioned as soon as possible, unaware of what would actually go down until later.

(Triggering topics for this next part, it's safe after the ~~~~)

Said events in highschool I haven't really fleshed out, but I have the general idea. He used to have lots of online friends, but he was one of those people that'd make everything about them, always played the victim, would make his friends do things they didn't want to (like roleplaying stuff they didn't want to or doing art "collabs" they didn't want to), and would guilt them into doing it or complain about that they don't care about him. And the "If you leave me I'll hurt/kill myself!" or use his issues to make them stay friends and do things for him. He didn't really realize how bad this was until his junior year of highschool, but the damage had been done. After he graduated he really started trying to improve, and feels immense guilt, regret, and shame over his behavior. (Of course, that doesn't make it okay. But people can change, even if they cant change their past actions.)

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[tboybuck]

Saw someone else combine prompts and!!!

67. “Uh, am I interrupting?” &

87. “Wanna join?”

would also go so well together 👀👀👀 (Steve/Eddie/Jeff) 🫶

hi read ~ here's a lil something to come home to after your closing shift!

67. "Uh, am I interrupting?" 87. "Wanna join?" wc: 1680 | rating: e | no cws (i don't think?)

Jeff likes to think of himself as a pretty smart guy. He knows his shit, okay? That being said, Jeff cannot fucking figure out why Steve and Eddie constantly have to fuck in the common areas of their apartment when they know that Jeff is home. The amount of times he’s had to walk into the living room or the kitchen or the laundry room to find those two in… some compromising position or another is, frankly, astonishing.

Even for a guy as good at math as Jeff is. The numbers just aren’t adding up here. They have a perfectly good bed, a perfectly good en suite bathroom to do that shit in. So why are they constantly fucking around where they know Jeff is gonna walk in on them?

If Jeff were a more arrogant and prideful man, he would think that they want him to see them. But that’s stupid. Sure, maybe they’ve got a bit of an exhibitionism thing but like… c’mon guys. They all have to live together at the end of the day, and how is Jeff supposed to go about his routine when he’s concerned about walking into a room to find Steve on his knees sucking off Jeff’s best friend? 

Jeff has seen more of Eddie in the past year that the three of them have lived together than he ever planned to.

And yeah, he’s complaining, because secretly… he kind of enjoys it. Eddie’s always been hot. Ever since he grew out of that awkward lanky phase of early high school, ever since he filled out from carrying music equipment for their gigs… the guy is hot. And Steve… well that goes without saying. The dude’s got an absolute barrel of a chest, a beautifully thick patch of chest hair, and his cock looks like something out of a porno. 

And the sounds those two are always making? Jesus, it’s enough to have Jeff frantically tugging at his cock when he thinks about it. Eddie’s a moaner, a screamer, a fucking whimperer. Even when he and Steve are fucking behind closed doors, Jeff always knows when he’s coming. Eddie’s little whimpers with each wave of his climax are unmistakable for what they are, and Steve’s deep groans as Eddie’s hole clenches around him, milking him of his own release… goddamn.

It’s not that Jeff’s… into them, or anything. It’s just been awhile. He kind of hates the dating scene these days - the apps, the bar hopping, the anonymous trysts in alleyways and bathhouses. No one wants anything real anymore, and if Steve and Eddie weren’t already together and going strong, Jeff’s pretty sure those two would be having just as hard of a time getting laid as he has been.

The day it finally happens, the day everything snaps, Jeff is already feeling prickly. Those two were loud last night, going at it like teenagers until almost sunrise, and then Jeff had to get up and shower and head into work at his shitty nine to five like everything was fine, while Eddie and Steve were able to sleep in, because Eddie works from home and Steve’s on his annual summer break from having to teach smelly middle schoolers about American history. He’s been driving for Lyft and picking up some Instacart deliveries in the meantime. That must be nice, though, being able to get your fucking back blown out all night long and then sleep until goddamned noon while everyone else in the world has to actually get up and do things, including the roommate you’ve been keeping up all night with your insatiable fucking.

But no. Jeff’s not bitter or anything. No resentment here. None at all.

Not until he gets home. Not until he walks into the apartment and is greeted with those fucking sounds again. They’re on the couch. Again. 

When he walks into the living room, Jeff is greeted with a sight he will not soon forget: Eddie on his knees on the couch, his upper body pressed to the high leather back of it, his legs spread with his cock in his hand. Behind him, Steve is kneeling on the floor, his palms spreading Eddie’s cheeks open to fuck his tongue against the pucker of Eddie’s hole. Steve’s own cock is big and hard and leaking from the slit, and the noises his hand is making as he jerks himself off are wet and lewd.

“Am I interrupting?” Jeff hears himself ask.

“You wanna join?” Eddie moans, and Steve brings his open palm down to slap Eddie across the asscheek.

They’ve never asked him that before. Jeff’s never gotten so hard so quickly in his life. 

“Don’t say that,” he mutters, and he drops his briefcase in the hall before starting his trek across the living room to get to his bedroom. 

Steve rises from his place behind Eddie, and Jeff tries not to watch as he shoves two fingers into him.

“Seriously, Jeff. Join us. We’ve talked about it. You know we’ve been doing this on purpose, right?”

Jeff’s world goes a little sideways, a little hazy, and he watches Eddie’s mouth drop open in a pleasured sigh before he drops his head onto the back of the couch. 

“C’mon,” Steve insists. “Come fuck Eddie. He wants you to, don’t you baby?”

“Yeah. Yeah,” Eddie whines. “C’mon, Jeffy, been wantin’ you to fuck me forever now.”

Jeff must be dreaming. Maybe he’s dead. Maybe he fell asleep at the wheel and an 18 wheeler took him the fuck out because there is no way Eddie and Steve - Steve and Eddie, couple of the year - are really asking him to fuck around with them like this. They’re roommates. Friends. Jeff and Eddie have been best friends since Jeff was still in diapers for Christ’s sake.

“You guys for real right now?” Jeff is asking, even as he’s loosening his tie and unbuckling his belt. “Don’t fuckin’ say it if you’re not for real right now, I’ve been thinking about you guys and your fucking… fucking, all day long.”

“Good,” Steve breathes. “Good, that was the point. Get over here.”

So Jeff goes to them, still feeling a little bit like he’s in a daze. Steve moves away from Eddie and pops open the bottle of lube from the coffee table, upending it over his palm as Jeff shoves his trousers down just enough to get his cock out. He stands there behind Eddie, whose hole is on display for him, gaping and slick and waiting, seemingly, for Jeff’s dick. Steve presses close, his hand coming around to stroke Jeff and lube him up to enter Eddie.

“Eddie’s been talking about it for months,” Steve whispers against Jeff’s ear. “It’s been a part of our dirty talk for -” Jeff sinks three fingers into Eddie’s hole, making him gasp and whine, “- fuck, look at him - this has been a part of our dirty talk for such a long time. Go ahead. Fuck him. We both want you to.”

So Jeff lines himself up, and he sinks inside. Eddie’s body, hot and slick inside, responds gorgeously. He flutters around Jeff’s dick, sucks him in, and Eddie’s voice is coming out in high, reedy little gasps. And it’s Jeff that’s making him feel like that for once, Jeff who’s driving into him with abandon, Jeff who’s drawing out those moans.

“More,” Eddie is pleading, “deeper, Jeffy, please please please fuck me harder.”

Steve’s mouth is kissing at his shoulder, sucking bruises into his skin that no one but them will even know are there. Steve’s stroking himself off back there, his other hand shoving Jeff’s pants down over the swell of his ass, and Jeff is getting lightheaded again. He’s speechless. He wants to beg Steve to use his fingers, open him up and make him come. He’s never had a threesome before, but there are no other people Jeff would rather do this with.

“Can I fuck you open with my fingers?” Steve asks him, his fingers already beginning to tease at Jeff’s rim.

“Yeah,” Jeff hears himself breathe out. “Yeah, please.”

He can’t fucking think, trapped as he is between them like this - Steve behind him, driving two fingers into his hole, and Eddie in front of him, crying out as Jeff fucks into him at a rhythm he’s having trouble keeping consistent. Steve’s fingers are clever and precise; they hone in on his prostate with such expertise that Jeff is crying out with it, very nearly sobbing at the overwhelming onslaught of sensation. 

He thrusts forward - into Eddie - and then back - onto Steve’s fingers - and it’s like magic. He’s coming apart quickly, about to tumble over the edge embarrassingly fast but it doesn’t even matter. Eddie’s voice is doing that thing it does when he’s almost there.

“Jerk yourself off,” he hears himself say, and Eddie’s hand is already there, stroking himself with the rhythm of Jeff’s thrusts into his body. So Jeff picks up the pace even more, the snap of his hips growing hard and punishing to bring Eddie to climax. 

Eddie spills, whimpering with each spurt of cum that splashes against the leather below him. His ass clenches down on Jeff’s cock, and Steve’s fingers press hard against his prostate and that’s it, that’s all she wrote. Jeff is coming hard, harder than he has in a long time, emptying himself deep inside Eddie’s body, shouting through it, his fingernails digging into the flesh of Eddie’s shoulders.

When he draws slowly out of Eddie in the comedown, Eddie twitches and collapses on the couch.

“Holy fuck,” Jeff breathes. He’s still not entirely sure he isn’t dreaming. “Jesus Christ, holy fuck. Am I dreaming?”

“I think this is my dream, actually,” Eddie mumbles into the leather of the couch.

“Neither of you are dreaming,” Steve says as he begins to clean up. “Congratulations on finally fucking, you idiots. Next we have to have a conversation about whether or not we get to call you our boyfriend.”

requests are closed!

[dckweed]

Idea 3: Being in a relationship with Rooster but you didnt have much time together recently. So he decides to prepare something for you. A fancy dinner, candles and the night ends up with him giving you a massage where you both get really turned on, so also some sexy times are about to happen as well and a lot of cuddles afterwards 🥰

okay guys im back from my mini hiatus, i love a good ole rooster fic so much and im kinda enjoying the spoiling of reader w fancy things rn (probably bc today is my birthday, happy 24th to me :) ) anyway how are we doing today? are we hydrated? are we nourished with all the major nutrients? (carbs, proteins and fats?)

p.s. this is your sign to go get a one pound bag of jelly beans because you deserve it :)

p.s. again. it was my birthday when i wrote this last saturday (the 2nd)

THE NOT SO LITTLE THING, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x reader

You and Bradley had been married for a couple of years now, however, the two of you had had a whirlwind romance in the empty space between his last deployment and his next one, you had dated for a good three months, both completely smitten with each other to the point of co-dependency in some ways, and when Bradley asked the question, a week before he was due to be deployed you didn't even hesitate to say yes.

The wedding was quick, you wore a beautifully simple white sun dress that you were able to pick up cheaply second hand, not having time to pick out a fancier one, you didn't mind (although you were certain your groom to be did), and were glowing with happiness when you met him at the courthouse the day of, your sister behind you with a camera and the ring that he had been saving for you, the one that his mom had left him.

Bradley kept a smaller print out of your official wedding photo in his wallet, he looked at it every day, showed it off to anyone who would listen (especially on that first deployment right after you guys had said 'i do'), you were beautiful, a smile on your face so radiant that he could feel the happiness through it every time he looked at it, on top of his own happiness. It was one of the best days of his life, right after the day that he had met you.

It was your third anniversary, and Bradley sat in the drivers seat of the Bronco looking down at that photo in his wallet, a smile on his face. The pair of you had been so busy lately, he had just gotten home from the Uranium mission, completely worn out, when he wasn't resting he was spending time with Mav, or working on his honey do list that you left him, and when you weren't busy at work (you were a school teacher), you were usually sleeping or cooking.

You guys hadn't had much time for each other lately, and he knew it was bothering you. Bradley, the good husband that he was, was going to fix it for you. He was on his way into the store, a list of ingredients in his hand for what he hoped was a simple enough recipe for shrimp fettucine, and he was going to pick up a bottle of your favorite wine as well.

Bradley was so proud to call you his wife, and couldn't believe it had already been three years together. He wanted to give you all of the things he knew you wanted, even if you never asked for them or complained about wanting them. He had been planning a honeymoon for the two of you since he had left on deployment a few months ago, and had just finished paying for the plane tickets when you had left for work this morning, giving him as long of a goodbye kiss as you possibly could before he sent you on your way with a smack to your ass that made you squeal with the laughter that he loved to hear. He hoped you didn't check the credit card statements any time soon though, you would probably cry.

Your day had been terribly long, you worked at a school for troubled kids, teaching high schoolers who were court mandated to attend schooling, and normally you loved your job, and you loved making an impact on your kids when they finally warmed up to you, but today had felt like a nightmare. One of the new students in your class had started an all out brawl in the middle of one of your fourth period lesson, resulting in them stabbing someone. You spent a majority of the rest of your school day and afternoon in the principals office, apologizing profusely to the victims parents and giving multiple statements to the police. You were shaken sure, but it wasn't your first time experiencing violence like this.

Needles to say, by the time you got home and dragged yourself over the threshold of the front door of the home you and Bradley had recently bought together you were exhausted and stressed, ready to throw yourself face first into bed.

The house was dark when you first walked in, and you hadn't seen his bronco in the driveway either, assuming you were alone you kicked off your shoes and undid the buttons on your blouse, muttering to under your breath the snarky pissed off response that you had wanted to give to your boss when he questioned you why this had happened, (as if it had been your fault) not expecting to find your husband standing behind you with two glasses of wine in his waiting hands.

"Rough day, honey?" He asks, eyeing you in the dim light of the entry way. He could tell from the way that your eyebrows were creased together in the middle of your forehead that something was wrong, that was typically a tell tale sign that you were overly worried or overly stressed about something.

You just look at him, shoulders slumping in relief as you rush to him, burying your face in his muscular chest. You breathe in his cologne and sigh happily as you wrap your arms around his middle, squeezing him as tight as you could. Bradley was a thick man through and through and hugging him properly was usually an issue for you as you were never able to get your arms all the way around him. You didn't mind too much though, it still brought you all the calming comfort you could ever need or want in the world.

"What are you doing home?" You ask after a moment, a small smile on your lips as you realize that your husband is awkwardly trying to hug you back with two wine glasses in his beefy hands. You take one from him, gulping down an appreciative sip before humming contentedly. "What smells so good?" You give the air a sniff, completely blowing off his question, not wanting to get into your nasty work day when he had so obviously done something special for you on your guys' anniversary.

Bradley knows what you're doing, he's not an easily distractible man and he knows that you know that, so he figures you must just not want to talk about it right now. "Well, my love, i figured that the two of us could have a quiet evening in to celebrate our love.." He says, grabbing your free hand and gently leading you through the kitchen and into the dining room.

You gasp when he moves from in front of you, set on the table was a a full meal surrounded by lit candles and your favorite flowers, a few petals scattered around the table. He had even remembered to put on a white table cloth too. It might have been the stress but the sight of it brought a tear to your eyes, and your husband noticed it almost immediately, his gaze never leaving your face. "Oh, Bradley!" You gush, setting your already half empty glass down on the table before your place your hands on his cheeks and bring him in for a kiss, his mustache tickling against your face as he pulls you flush against him with his free hand.

You moan as his tongue slips into your mouth, before whining pathetically when he pulls away from you with a groan.

"Not now baby, there's plenty of time for that later, okay?" He says smiling as you pout at him. It wasn't very often that he turned down a passionate kiss like that from you, so you figured you'd play along with his evening. "Want you nice and nourished tonight, you'll need the energy." He winks at you and you can't help but giggle, a happy smile making its way to his face as he pulls your chair out for you.

"Roo, did you do all of this yourself?" You ask, looking at your plate in awe. It was no secret that your husband was terrible in the kitchen (though he could grill a mean steak when he wanted to), and the fact that he put in the effort to do this for you made it all the more special to you.

His lips quirk at the use of his callsign as he sits across from you, the tips of his ears turning red from slight embarrassment as he tells you the truth; "I tried okay?" He sighs and you start laughing immediately, three years together and you knew just how badly things went in the kitchen for him. The man burnt toast every single time, it was no surprise to you that this wasn't made by his own hands. "I went to the store, i got all of the ingredients..I had a list, Y/N, a list!"

"Oh gosh, you really were prepared!" You chuckle, grinning from ear to ear at him through the candlelight. You can see the amusement on his face as well, a laugh coming from deep within his chest. You felt all of the stress of the day melt away from your mind as you basked in this sweet moment with your husband. "What happened when you got home?"

"The shrimp happened!" He exclaims and you cackle in laughter, the sound bringing him nothing but joy. "I wound up at Red Lobster last minute," He sees your eyes widen at the words, and knows exactly what you're thinking. He grins at you, slowly lifting a basket of rolls for you and handing them to you over the table.

"I would suck your dick so hard under the table right now, but i think im too in love with the cheddar bay biscuits.." You moan as you bite into one, still warm as if it had just freshly come out of the kitchen at your favorite restaurant. In the back of your mind you wondered just how last minute his trip to red lobster actually was.

Bradley rolls his eyes at your comment, but he basked in the glory of knowing that he knew his spouse well enough to know that would be your reaction, especially after it had clearly been such a stressful day for you.

The pair of you eat your food, your moans and giggles were the only sounds heard as he held your hand over the table, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb as he watched you eat. God, he thought, I wonder if this is how mom and dad felt..

After nearly an hour you both finish, and you finish off your third glass of wine, your body feeling warm and fuzzy as you lean towards him over the table. "What's for dessert, pretty boy?" Your voice is suggestive and so is your mouth as you bite your lip in the way that drove him crazy.

"Oh, sweet thing, you are." He says, standing from his seat, voice husky. He knows your thighs clench together from the way you shift in your seat, his words going straight to your pussy. He knew how to get his girl going, always had. "But first," He comes around the table, still holding your hand as he helps you stand up, pulling you flush against him. "But first, i have plans.."

"Oh?" You ask, letting your lips brush against his as he dips his head down towards yours, gasping when the hand that wasn't holding yours squeezes your ass cheek. A low growls rumbles in your husbands chest, a gleam in his brown eyes.

"Go strip and lay face down on the bed." He squeezes your ass again, rougher than before and sends you on your way out of the dining room, listening as you make your way quickly down the hallway with a 'yes sir' that makes his cock stiffen in his jeans.

You strip down quickly, kicking your wide legged slacks to the side, and your camisole drops down next to it. You take your bra off, but leave your panties on, hoping he would partially be able to enjoy the new lace thong and bra set you had bought for tonight as you lay face down in the middle of the bed, as he had requested.

After a few quiet moments you hear his heavy footfalls coming down the hallway and you bite your lip in anticipation, wondering what exactly your husband had in store for you tonight. "Such an obedient wife," You hear him say, the strong scent of lavender reaching your senses as you feel the bed dip. "This for me?" His voice his husky, his lips soft. His mustache tickles the skin of your tailbone as he places a kiss to the bit of your thong that rests against your back. You hum in response as his lips move up to the dip of your spine, trailing slowly up your back as his large thighs find themselves on either side of your body, the rest of him hovering over you. "So beautiful, baby..always so beautiful."

You sigh in bliss as you feel his hands come up to your shoulders, kneading them as he rubs oil into the skin. You hadn't expected this from him, he was usually the type who could hardly ever focus long enough to give you a massage like this, but you could tell that he had put thought into this as well by the oil he was using, and the pressure he was putting on the space between your shoulders, all of the days tension leaving them almost instantly.

"So good baby.." You moan, feeling his weight start to shift down your back, his hands following with it.

"You've been working so hard baby," His voice is still gruff, but it's sincere as his fingers keep working your skin, the strong digits digging in deeper the farther down he goes. "been taking care of me so good since ive been back, of those kids at school.." You feel one of his hands slip down the small of your back, right past the waist band of your panties, and before you know it, one of his large fingers his pushing into your already soaking hole, curling as he does. "..it's time for me to take care of my wife, huh? whatever you need from me tonight baby, it's all yours pretty girl.."

His words go straight to your pussy, your heat clenching down around his finger and he sighs at the feeling, something that only turns you on farther. It had been so long since the two of you had been able to have a night like this, from the deployment he was on, and then straight to the uranium mission..you'd barely seen each other, let alone fucked each other like the mindless savages you two could be together in the bedroom. To say you were depraved by this point would be an understatement, you were down right starving for you husband, and his cock too.

"..roo, please baby.." You honestly don't even know what you're asking for, to keep fucking you with his fingers? to keep massaging you (because it did feel oh so fucking good to have his magical hands do things like that to you)? to fuck you so cockdrunk stupid that you would have to call into work tomorrow morning? fuck, maybe you wanted all of it, maybe you were so fucking needy for the man that had two of his fingers buried up to his knuckle in your cunt that you didn't give two shits what he did to you, as long as he did something.

He seems to know the answers for you because with a grunt he's shifted down your back, his legs on either side of your own now. Before you know it his large hands are spreading your supple ass cheeks apart and his tongue is on your dripping hole in no time, greedily eating you with your lacey panties (if they could honestly even be called panties with how tiny they were) still on.

"Oh god..." You shudder, your head dropping down into the comforter of your perfectly made bed, your hands fisting the crisp linens, wrinkling them all to hell.

"Not god, sweet thing, just me.." His voice is so thick with lust that he could probably talk you into your first orgasm of the night if he wanted to, but judging from the way that you could feel his hard as a rock cock pressing against the back of your legs you knew that he didn't want to waste time on such trivial foreplay, and, you decided that you didn't want to either, not when you could do it later..not when you needed to feel him in you right that very second stuffing you so full you'd feel him for days afterwards.

"..Need you b-ahh shit.." Bradley must have had the exact same thought pattern as you, that or he could read your damn mind, because the thin material of your thong is pushed unceremoniously to the side as his cock slides into your already sopping pussy. Not only is your husband long, but just like the rest of his body, is cock is also incredibly fucking thick and you feel every glorious bit of his beautiful member stretching your gummy walls out as he slides all the way in, a low groan escaping his throat as he does.

One of his hands goes to your shoulder, gripping it for leverage as he moves long and slow in a few thrusts, testing the waters for a moment. "Feels like fucking home, baby.." He whispers, his mustache tickling the skin of your neck as he places a soft, gentle kiss to the back of it, the total opposite to what he does next. You hear the smack before you register the sting, your ass cheek smarting from the force of the blow he had delt it as he starts fucking you harshly, using the abusing hand to go down to your hips and lift them up just the slightest, giving him a whole different depth within you that you swear you didn't know was even possible.

You squeal a high pitched groan, praising your husband as he pumps his cock in and out of you at an almost brutal pace, you feel him hitting that spongey part of you with every beautiful roll of his hips, rearranging your guts in the most delicious of ways.

It's not long before he has you seeing stars, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your pussy clamps down so tightly that he cums instantly at the feel of it. "Holy fucking shit..pussy s'fuckin' good can't even control m'self..luckiest son of a bitch in the world aren't I?" He babbles, only slightly pussy drunk as he continues to piston into you, pace unwavering as he pushes his cum deep into your soaking cunt as you try to recover from the orgasm he'd just given you within merely a couple of minutes of fucking you.

"m'so good baby," You mewl, legs trembling beneath you. "Please, please, please, please.." You chant, completely unknowing what you're begging him for, but you know you want something. His cock and his hands all over your body have you so warm and tingly that you can't even form coherent thoughts let alone words and you know that he's just fine with doing all the thinking for you right now.

And like the dutiful husband he is, he does just that. His weight shifts, and with a sad whine you realize that his cock is no longer in your, his cum free to fall out of your hole as he shifts your bodies, laying in the middle of your guys' bed as he pulls you on top of him, one hand holding his still stiff cock as the other guides you down onto it, his large hand splayed across your back, just above your ass as you start bouncing on him, hands on his chest to support you.

"Bradley, baby, so fucking deep.." You whine, head thrown back as your tits bounce with every movement. He grunts beneath you, his fingers digging into your back as he starts pistons up into you, meeting your every bounce with one of his own. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room and the sinfulness of that alone makes your pussy clamp down onto him again, his cock hitting the places that make you feral.

After a while your thighs start to burn from the effort, but it doesn't seem to affect Bradley so much, he continues fucking up into your hot, wet cunt, and uses his hands on your hips (squeezing so hard that you know for certain his fingerprints are going to be left for day on your skin), you look down at him, unable to form any words other than his name, the sound rolling off of your tongue in a chant so high that you worry the neighbors might call the police (lord knows it wouldn't be the first time), you watch his biceps flex with every movement made to lift your body up with such ease its as if you weigh nothing to him, the sinewy muscle supporting you like you were the weight of air.

Your fingers claw into the skin of your chest and your husband groans, words leaving his mouth that you cant quite make out as your ears rings with the force of your second orgasm rolling through you, hitting you like a hurricane hits the land. Your head lolls forward, slack jawed as you cum harder than you think you ever have before. The sight of you must do something to Rooster because within seconds you feel his cum painting your walls once more, and his thrusts slow to a stop.

You collapse onto him, both of your chests heaving as you His hands move from your hips, ghosting along your spine and you damn near purr as they land in your hair, grasping the back of your head to lift you up into a sloppy, heated kiss, tongues and teeth clashing together as he presses you against his still heaving body. His mustache tickles your skin and you pull away from him with a delirious giggle. "I fucking love you, Rooster."

"I fucking love you too, sweet thing.." He chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind your sweaty ear as he smiles up at you with the same loving look he had given you on your guys' wedding day, the same one that made the feeling of love spread from the top of your head to the bottoms of your toes. "Which is why, as a present for both of us, i booked us that honeymoon trip you always talked about.."

Your body snaps up, brain on full alert now. He looks up at you with a shit eating grin, and you can't keep the shock off of your face. "Virgin Islands?" You ask, he nods once, proud smirk still adorning that handsome fucking face of his. "Bradley oh my god..are you sure we can afford it? We just bought the house.."

His hand cups your cheek, thumb slipping into your mouth to shut you up. "Don't worry your pretty little head baby, we both deserve it, i already got approved for leave from work, and..i might have already told your boss about it as well.." He says, his tone telling you that you shouldn't argue with it, or even worry one bit about it. He wanted you to enjoy yourself. He wanted you to be carefree and happy. "Besides, what better way to celebrate three perfect years together than by taking our hard earned honeymoon?"

You quirk an eyebrow at him as he takes his thumb out of your mouth. "I dont know," You say, grinding down onto his miraculously still hard cock. "I think i could think of something just a little bit better.."

"Oh, you're in for it now babygirl.." He growls, throwing you onto your back as you giggle wildly, knowing damn well you were about to call into work in the morning.

[regaliasonata]

You Honest Opinion: Power Ranger Seasons that were AWESOME, were bland as oatmeal, and deserve to be run through the wood chipper from Fargo. Speak and be recognized.

Awesome Seasons

-Jungle Fury: Overall solid season, great characters and development, awesome choreography and villains. Only thing that could’ve been better was if the show was given more episodes. A side effect of ranger seasons as they probes on was the reduce in episode amounts, Jungle Fury could’ve definitely benefited from having at least 10 or 12 more episode…AND THE CROSSOVERS OF OO AND RPM.

-Dino Thunder: See this is how you do a season where you incorporate the core theme of the 90s classic trope with high schoolers/heroes, cast is likable, show flowed well along with the story and villain and Trent was adorable(actor still hot…don’t judge me). My gripes is Zeltrax not getting an actual ending, or PR not giving Ethan’s actor a chance to come back even though he definitely wants to.

-Lost Galaxy: Breath of fresh air into the new era after Zordon, cool concept and I love that cast as well. We all need a boyfriend like Leo, also the idea of what they did for Kendrix was both bold and entertaining when watching for the first time…only thing that could’ve gone better was them being able to do the lost galaxy arc a bit earlier to actually show off more ideas there.

Bland as Oatmeal(spicing this up, category for seasons I enjoy but their issues need to be addressed to gain peace for the better)

-SPD: Now this season honestly was ambitious with the ideas of having all these alien designs and being based in the future on earth. Cast is cool and so far I’m pretty much enjoying it…I do however don’t appreciate the focus being mainly on Jack, Sky and Cruger, they are nice characters but the others get thrown in the dark. Not to mention Sky in the beginning being an asshole about not getting red (also for you to be raised by a single mom yet get offended at the idea of a woman being a leader is clown behavior, glad he grew out of that shit fast). Syd and Z’s treatment was pretty poor, we should’ve had Taylor and Jen complaining to SPD and making shit right for them👌🏾🩷💛

-Time Force: This was an interesting season but I have some overall issues with the way half of the team was handled. For a season based on time travels they didn’t really utilize that much and outside of Wes, Jen and Eric the other three barely got anything, I would’ve loved to see perspectives of Katie, Xybrian lore on Trip(have a few posts of that I made if you wanna give it a look👀💚) and…Lucas I guess, but tbh Nadira should be the blue Ranger from now on after…certain things about his actor(if you know you know) but yea overall season could’ve had more of that stuff.

Wood Chipper

-Ninja Steel: Dogshit season, outside of the many things I don’t like about this season I will say some things to say with from the little grace it has. I love the idea of Madame Odios being the antagonist as one I love fox themed characters and also her design is peak, the suits for the rangers are pretty stylish and the effects or their attacks are rather stunning when used well….now onto where we dive into the deep end. Victor and Monty need to not exist, no no that’s rude, they needed better writing. For one the fart jokes were disgusting and whoever thought that was funny in the writing room is just ugh, you could’ve made them actually engaging characters, heck paired them together as boyfriends like ANYTHING INTERESTING. Now onto Hayley, the way Calvin handled their relationship was so terrible and Sarah is a bad friend for telling Hayley to just deal with it, and had HER apologizing for Calvin being terrible??? Also the idea they originally had for the black girl to lose her boyfriend so he can hook up with the other girl on the team…oh my god I’m glad the actresses said no to that, goddamit what was this writing.

YOU HAD A NINJA SEASON THAT SAID OTHER SCHOOLS EXISTED, LORE BUILT UP BUT NO REFERENCE THERE???? Oh my god, I’m just imagining how good of a season it could’ve been incorporating ninja Storm and samurai together cause like just picture how fire it would’ve been(luckily I’m going to make a Ninja Steel AU rewrite eventually in ao3 if anyone wants to read it👌🏾. Also allow me to use the green ranger we never got form the Sentai 👀)

Let’s leave it at the fact that fans can take the characters and show and make better backgrounds and settings for them, anytime canon fails we have everyone here to do the good work👍🏾

That seems about it, I wanted to list only a few specific ones but I hope this was nice 😅

[withahappyrefrain]

ABBY!!! I’m not here with a fic title (bc I can’t even think of titles for things I write💀) but I just had a thought! Imagine existing in this weird limbo place with Jake. Where you’re not just friends, but you aren’t together, but you’re not not together. And neither of you are ready to sit down and have a conversation about what you are. But he keeps doing these things that friends don’t do. It’s mostly small stuff - picking up your favorite fruit when he goes grocery shopping so the two of you can snack when you’re hanging at his place or letting you use the one umbrella he has when it’s raining so he gets soaked but your new outfit stays nice and dry, he even brought you lunch when day when you complained via text that you forgot yours in the fridge - but there’s only thing that is distinctly not friends. At all. Like clockwork, on the first Monday of every month, he stops by the library where you work and hands you a small wad of cash. He kisses your cheek and whispers a color in your ear as he leaves. Winking at all the older ladies in the reading room on his way out, making them blush and giggle like high schoolers. After the doors are locked with all the returns checked in and reshelved, you make your way to the car and then to the nail salon. You spend an hour with your favorite tech, catching up on the salon gossip and how her kids are doing. You come out with your nails exactly how Jake likes them. Not too long, not too short, slightly rounded and painted in a shade of the color he whispered to you. He always gives you enough money for the new nails plus a very generous tip for your girl. (This first started on your birthday when you wanted to get your nails done but we’re hesitant to spend the money on yourself. “I can’t take this!” “Yes, you can. It’s for your birthday. Think of it as part of your present.” “Part?! Jake, that’s way too much!” “Darling, I make plenty of money. I can afford it and I want to treat you on your special day. You do so much for me, especially taking care of this place when I’m deployed. It’s the least I could do.” You put up a fight for another 15 minutes before accepting the money. Letting his sweet words and southern charm work on you like they always do.) When you get to his apartment, he feeds you a favorite of his and compliments the new set the whole time. (“I picked a good color this time, that red looks so fucking good. Bianca did a great job again. Hey! How’s her little one doing? Did he have fun doing the play? What was it… The Wizard of Oz?”) Once the dishes are washed and done (not by you of course, because he doesn’t want to ruin your new nails) he pulls you onto the couch and demands hair and back scratches. The two of you spend the rest of the evening cuddled up watching something mindless on tv, your nails traveling up and down his back, content sighs escaping him every so often. When it’s time to go home it’s hard to break away, knowing that this little bubble of being able to pretend you’re together goes away as soon as you pass the threshold. You spend too much time hugging each other goodbye, he lingers as he helps you put your coat on and like always, he breaks your heart when he grabs your left hand, gives you one last compliment and then gently kisses your ring finger. Right where an engagement ring would sit. If you two could ever get it together to get to that point. The drive home is the worst, the further you get from his place the colder you get, despite it being spring in California. One day, you think out loud, one day I won’t have to leave. One day, he’ll kiss my finger and then we’ll go upstairs together.

Holy shit Elle

I loved this. The banter? The tension? The chemistry? THE LONGING?! How you fit all of that into one ask?!?!

[s1mpa1]

I just wanna talk about Anime!

2. Clannad

How I came to find Clannad

Long story short, I came across a YouTube video ( forgot from who ) that talked about sad animes. And guess what? Yes. Clannad was there.

I watched Clannad on YouTube, but was only able to find up to episode 10 for some reason, and I was IN LOVE. So I did what any anime lover would do….ask my parents to buy it for me. There’s an anime store where I live, and surprise! They had it!

65 dollars! (/ _ ; ) I got it for Christmas!

64 dollars again when I found out there was a season 2…got it for my birthday.

BOY DO THEY PUNCH. My feelings. I’ll never be able to see Dangos the same. EVER.

MINOR SPOILERS! (Mainly for S1) You have been warned!

Characters who made me stay :

Akio Furukawa

Husband goals tbh. This man raised my husband expectations way too high, that I know damn well I’ll be single forever. I blame him. I blame it ALL ON HIM.

He’s just such a good dad! (*꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ) Knowing he gave up his dream of being an actor, for Nagisa. And him yelling at Nagisa, that it wasn’t her fault. That he did it because he loves her, and- UUUHHGGG my heart! He just loves his daughter so much, and is always down to joke around. He’s funny, and to what we see, is so in love with Sanae. The fact that they both do their dramatic “quarreling”, where Sanae runs off “crying” and Akio runs after her, just to bring some joy to their daughter??? Like???? That’s beautiful??!! I’m in tears.

Oh, and him being like a dad/ bestie with Tomoya- *chefs kiss* makes me ugly cry.

Youhei Sunohara

One of the funniest characters out there, I swear this boy never failed to make me laugh.

Seeing his friendship with Tomoya, was honestly so fun to watch. Both are good people, who are just a little lost at this moment of their lives.

While he may have come across as annoying at times, and always getting in some sort of problem, I would have liked to see more of him and his personal life. We mainly got a few glimpses of his personal life, and how he cares for his sister. Aside from that, I still very much enjoyed his presence in the first season of Clannad.

( I know it’s kinda blurry, but I just love this moment. Just two bros being bros)

Tomoya Okisaki

Our protagonist all throughout the anime.

Honestly, I wasn’t expecting him to be the protagonist, I thought it was Nagisa, but I didn’t complain. I was interested to see where his life would go, and how he would grow.

I found it sweet that he wasn’t some Highschool perv, or a cold asshole towards the woman kind. His interactions with the girls, all seemed friendly and genuine to me. With Kotomi, he’s like an older brother. With Fuko, he was mainly just playful and teasing with her. Treating her like a little kid, and never overstepping any boundaries. He didn’t really overstep any boundaries with any of the girls. Respectful boi.

For the first season, he mainly started to change his “delinquent” ways, for Nagisa. Cute start, yes. But in Season Two???? My god, this poor boy can’t catch a break. Like- why man? WHY!? Why was life like that to him!?

For a high schooler who saw the world as only monotone, he grew so much. Honestly, he reminds me of my brother. Maybe that’s why I felt some instant attachment to him. My brother too, during Highschool, was lost. Skipping, getting into trouble, not caring about much, but seeing him change when he’s surrounded by people who genuinely love and care for him, he’s a good person. And Tomoya just reminded me of him.

Clannad : After Story

What can I say? I haven’t seen such a perfect second season in any romance anime- ever.

Clannad Season 1, was just the appetizer. Season 2! Is the MAIN COURSE!

Everything that went down in S2, broke me. Tore me to shreds, put a bandaid over me, and then continued to stomp on me!

I honestly don’t want to spoil much of what happened, because Clannad is one of those Animes that I ALWAYS recommend, so I didn’t want to go too deep into it. With Season 1, I’m fine spilling a few things here and there, but Season 2? My lips are sealed. 🤐

Just know…

It’s worth watching. Please, believe me! It’s truly a life changing anime.

[stillness-in-green]

Spinaraki Week Round 3, Day Three: Bear | Grief

Shigaraki says he's fine. But then, Shigaraki doesn't carry grief the same way other people do.

(Warning for a brief moment of internalized homophobia on Spinner's part.)

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The hand was found by Juniper, who brought it to the staging area for remains, where it was almost burned before Levy recognized it by the base.  He bought it to Coda, who sent Nomad to drive it and Glory over to the villa, since there were too many news crews around Deika right now for Glory to be helping out without attracting attention.  So then Glory went to bring it to the Grand Commander directly, but he wasn’t out of the hospital yet, so then she tried Re-Destro, but he wasn’t out of the hospital yet either, but finally she tried Trumpet and he told her to bring it to Spinner.

“And so here I am,” the girl wound down.  She held up a linen-wrapped object of suspicious dimensions.  When Spinner didn’t immediately take it, she added helpfully, “Lord Trumpet made a face at it, too.  I hope the Grand Commander hasn’t been missing it too much?”

Spinner coughed and tried to straighten out his expression as he gingerly took the recovered hand.  It was heavy—not really heavy, but heavier than he’d been expecting.  Shigaraki being more toned than he’d always looked under that trench coat made more sense now, if all the hands had weighed this much.  He’d worn like twenty of them.

“I’ll make sure it gets back to him,” Spinner managed, then tacked on, “Are you sure you should be out of the hospital?”  The girl had a bandage across the whole left side of her face and one arm in a sling.  Also, she was wearing a school uniform and it definitely wasn’t late enough in December for high schoolers to be out on winter break yet.  Not that not being in school stops Toga.

She looked briefly surprised, blinking, then grinned at him, a bit lopsided from the medical tape.  She flashed him a V-sign that turned into one of their Liberation salutes.  “I’m good to run errands!  Gotta do my part!”

“Right…”

After she’d left—excusing herself, loping out of the room, and then sticking her head back around the doorframe to belatedly ask if she was dismissed—Spinner looked down at the wrapped lump he was still holding.  Part of him definitely wanted to get it out of his hands as quickly as possible, maybe by stashing it in a desk drawer, maybe by sending it off to some priest to deal with however loose body parts got dealt with.  If he could at least find a bag or something, so he didn’t have to be touching it directly…

“I also kinda feel at peace…” Shigaraki had told Ujiko back in the lab, an expression on his face Spinner hadn’t entirely been able to read—smiling, but with his brows lowered, eyes narrowed.  “It’s weird!”

It is weird, Spinner thought, grimacing.  But it’s not my weird.  Anyway, it’s the only one anyone’s found so far.  If he’s that attached to it, I gotta get it back to him safe.

Shigaraki was with Ujiko, not at a hospital, but according to the doctor, he was already awake and complaining about it, so the plan was to send him back tomorrow.  And then, everyone seemed to think, things would start coming together.

Spinner couldn’t see it yet, couldn’t even feel the shape of it, but even he could feel it moving—the future Shigaraki was going to make.

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The Liberation guys wanted one of their number to be there when Shigaraki got back, to talk about plans for what they’d started calling “the merger,” like this was all some kind of business arrangement instead of the result of Shigaraki beating their leader in single combat.  The League definitely didn’t want any of the people that had been trying to kill them four days ago there for Shigaraki’s return; finally, Dabi sighed dramatically and announced that if they’d give Shigaraki the night off, he’d let them have the first crack at talking to his new recruit.

Announcing who that new recruit was had changed the topic real fast, and Dabi wound up following a hectoring Skeptic out of the room at a languid stroll with a faintly smug look in his eyes, waving dismissively at Twice when the latter promised to tell Shigaraki hello for him.

It took most of the next two hours to wind down from Shigaraki actually getting warped in.  Toga and Twice had a hundred different things between them to tell Shigaraki about, and then Mr. Compress wanted to talk about all the resources and influence the League could command now, and every so often Ujiko would chime in with some historical tidbit about the Liberation Army or weird anecdote about All For One.

Spinner spent the time acutely aware of the hand sitting like a boulder in his pocket, watching Shigaraki’s eyes and the way the corners of his mouth would curl up or pull down as the topics came and went.  Sometimes Shigaraki would look over at him and grin a little, looking even more pleased with himself than Dabi had, and Spinner had to resist the urge to throw something at him—a pillow, a bottle of pills, the hand.

Finally, Toga stood up and, bouncing on her feet, announced, “I heard this place has a cafeteria.  I wanna see what they’ve got for dessert.”  She gave Shigaraki an unselfconscious pat on the hand then twirled around to face the door.  “Be back later~~”

Twice knocked a chair over in his haste to follow her, protesting, “Toga-chan, you shouldn’t go alone!” and, “Enjoy getting ambushed!”  Toga just caught one of his hands and tucked it around her elbow.

She caught Spinner’s eye and shot him what he thought was a wink and was definitely a flash of her fangs, then she was gone, tugging Twice along in her wake.

“Better hurry, Mister,” Shigaraki drawled.  “Or Toga will get all the good stuff.”

“I,” responded Compress with dignity, “don’t see the point in eating cafeteria food when the room service is free of charge.  But someone ought to go check on Dabi and see if his—'good ally' has turned up yet.  Any words to share?”

“See if his Top Ten bonus is enough to make up the losses on my precious Hood-chan,” Ujiko suggested through the earpiece, to which Shigaraki didn’t respond because he’d taken his out and dropped it on the bedside table the second he got done hacking up warp gunk.

“Tell him if he tries to pull a no-casualties villain attack again, we’ll put Toga in charge of his public appearances from now on,” he said instead, flashing a spiteful grin.

“Hah!  Of course.  Then I’ll see myself out.”  Compress bowed with a flourish.  “Make sure to run Spinner out too before you go to sleep, otherwise he’ll just stay and fret.”

“I’m right here,” Spinner complained, but half-heartedly, because the hand was weighing more and more, and he was starting to wonder if he should get a bucket or something, in case the hand made Shigaraki want to throw up again.  As Compress exited, Spinner pulled off his own earpiece and slid it into his pocket.  If Shigaraki did throw up, Spinner didn’t want to hear anything Ujiko might have to say about it.

Shigaraki watched him do it, then raised his brows at him.  “When’s the funeral, Spinner?”

“Huh?” Spinner stared at him, caught off-guard.

“You’ve been quiet, and everyone wanted to leave us alone, and you don’t want the Doc listening in.”  Shigaraki counted off the observations reasonably.  “But if it was good news, you wouldn’t look so much like someone just told you you’ve got a week to live.  So what’s the problem?”

“It’s not a problem, it’s just—”  Spinner caught himself before he could finish the snapped-off retort.  Then he sighed and looked away.  “I…”

Shigaraki watched him for a few seconds, then rolled his eyes and leaned back against the raised back of the bed, crossing his arms low over his stomach.  Over half his left hand was gone, the remainder crisscrossed with medical tape holding on packed gauze; his right hand was wrapped fastidiously in bandages past his wrist.  But still, he kept one finger of each curled in against his palm.

Spinner tore his eyes away and swallowed.

“I’m glad you’re back okay,” he said, and even if the words were true, they felt fake, too normal, too surface.  But he couldn’t figure out a way to say, “Your horizon was so beautiful,” without it feeling so—so gay he wanted to shove himself in a locker.  Might as well start writing love poems while I’m in there.

Ugh.  I’ll at least get the hand out of the way.  And then get these pants washed later.

“One of the Liberation guys found something during the clean-up.”  He forced his mouth through the sentence.  Shigaraki tilted his head as Spinner pulled the lump out of his pocket and held it out.  “Thought I should get it back to you.”

Shigaraki took it without hesitation.  As soon as he had the weight of it in his hand, though, his eyes widened, every other hint of expression falling off his face like knickknacks rattled off a shelf by an earthquake.

Mutely, he pulled it closer, sitting back up as he slowly unwound the cloth strips some on-the-job priest had probably bundled it in.  It—was a hand alright, gray and waxy, and even just looking at it, Spinner could still feel the weight.

“Which one is it?” Spinner asked, not quite registering the question before it was out in the air, at which point he cringed, wishing he could snatch it back and ball it up and then throw it out the window, never to be heard of again.  “I mean—”

“Don’t know,” Shigaraki answered, the roundedness of his eyes gradually slipping back towards a flat stare.  He turned the hand over in his lap, rubbing a clumsy, jerky touch over it before frowning faintly and curling his bandaged hand into a fist.

Expertly wrapped cloth fell away into pale white dust, which Shiaraki absently brushed away while Spinner bit his tongue against saying anything about the scabs and angry red abrasions and mottled bruising the bandages had been protecting.  Freed to the air, Shigaraki’s fingertips pressed against those of the dead hand, his thumb twitching down then stopping, hovering just shy of making the touch complete.

It was intimate in a way that left Spinner wanting to squirm away from how intrusive just watching felt.  But he couldn’t make himself look away.

“You said you—don’t remember?” he whispered.

“Hmm?  No, I remember all that now,” Shigaraki said, lightly like it didn’t mean a thing.  He still didn’t look up, flattening his and the hand’s palms together.  “I just don’t know who this one is.  It was the bonus.  S-rank clear,” he added, voice lilting.

He’s not throwing up, at least? part of Spinner’s brain offered; he squelched the thought and frowned at Shigaraki uncertainly.

“You remembered?  When?”

“During the last part.”  Shigaraki waved his other hand vaguely.  “Fighting Detnerat.  Aaaall the pieces came together.”

“Are you—okay?”  It was a dumb question, even dumber than assuming he’d been okay when he got back.  Still, it finally made Shigaraki look up, his fingertips sliding down to knit together loosely with the gray hand’s.

He stared at Spinner for a few long seconds, then smiled, the expression cracking his mouth into an uneven line that cut Spinner open like a broken edge of glass.

“Yeah,” he replied, and dragged the hand in to rest against his side.  “I’m over it.”

“…Really?”  Hesitantly, Spinner picked up the chair Twice had vacated and sat down in it, resting his own hand on the mattress.

Shigaraki regarded it for a moment longer, then slid his mangled left hand across the blanket to hook his pinky finger around Spinner’s own.

“Really. I don't care about that stuff anymore.”

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Have a number of ideas for tomorrow, one of which is just a direct continuation of this. We'll see.

[jowritesfanfiction]

Newton

Fandom: Back to the Future

Ships: N/A

Rating: General

Summary: Emmett’s got his work cut out for him with his new companion.

You can also read the fic here!

In the time that Copernicus had died and when Emmett met his next companion, several things had changed.  

The Brown Mansion was gone. A freak accident had caused the mansion to burn up in flames. Emmett was gone when it started, and returned when the fire department was working on dousing the flames. For several years, he wasn’t able to forgive himself for not being there that day. 

Money was slowly depleting. With the mansion burnt, Emmett sold the land to earn a little more money and had the garage renovated into a living space and a laboratory. The money from selling the land only helped with expenses for a little while. It was only a matter of time before Emmett would need to find a way to earn some income. 

The current state of the garage-laboratory looked like a tornado had come in and someone had attempted to clean it up, but with only the tornado’s destruction for reference. 

Emmett had slowly become discouraged by his failure. He had spent the last several years or so trying to work on the Flux Compressor to no avail. The only progress he had made was renaming it to the Flux Capacitor. He tried working on other inventions, but he didn’t find any joy or interest in it. He had become isolated and lonely. 

When his new companion came, that all changed. It had to. Newton was only a puppy and could easily get lost or hurt. Newton needed to be taken care of. 

There was also the fact that Newton only had three legs. Considering that Newton seemed well-adapted to it, Emmett assumed he had been that way for a while. And since it wasn’t a problem for Newton, it wasn’t a problem for Emmett. 

Newton did have one issue, though: Newton did not like being left alone. 

Emmett did everything he could think of. He laid next to Newton as Newton fell asleep, let Newton know he was still around every so often, and limited the time he took to work. Even with all of that, Newton couldn’t stand to be alone. 

“I don’t want to give up on him, but I don’t know what to do.” Emmett complained to the animal shelter coordinator. 

“Have you thought of hiring someone to help take care of him? Or just to spend time with him while you work?”

“No.” Emmet admitted. “You really think that’ll work?”

“It’s worth a try.”

It would be worth a try, if Emmett could find someone that would want to keep one dog company. Most responsible people had jobs of their own or were in high school. Adults didn’t want another job and most high schoolers avoided Emmett—some rumor about him being an evil scientist or something. Emmett wasn’t too sure.

No matter, Emmett would just try and figure out how to help Newton on his own.

“What is it?” Emmett asked the dog. “What do you want?”

Newton only whined in response. 

“Maybe if I leave a jacket, you’ll be fine?” Emmett suggested, taking his jacket off and laying it next to Newton. 

Newton sniffed the jacket and after careful examination, laid on top of it. 

Emmett went off to another room to test out his hypothesis. Newton wasn’t crying yet, so Emmett felt hopeful this would be a success. 

However, Emmett’s success only lasted for a few minutes when Newton started whining again. 

“Well that worked well…” Emmett sighed. 

If having his scent didn’t work, maybe Newton wouldn’t cry if he could hear Emmett consistently. Checking in on Newton a couple times throughout the day wasn’t helping, but perhaps if he could hear Emmett all the time, Newton would feel more secure.

With that, Emmett went to the store to find a pair of walkie talkies. While searching, he came across a pair that worked differently to typical walkie talkies: one end was always transmitting a signal without the need to push a button, while the other worked as normal. This pair seemed like a better option than typical walkie talkies. If Emmett gave Newton the receiving end of the pair, Newton would always be able to hear him. 

He grabbed a box off the shelf and made his way to the check-out.

“How old’s the baby?” the cashier asked, punching the price into the register.

“The baby…?”

“That’s what you have the baby monitor for, right?”

“Is that what this is?” Emmett wondered, glancing at the box.

“Yes…?” the cashier said, confused, “It was in the infant section.”

“Oh. Well, it’s for my dog.” 

The cashier raised an eyebrow, then shoved the box to Emmett. “Have a nice day.”

Emmett tested his new hypothesis as soon as he got back. He set up the receiving monitor with Newton and the transmitter with him—after all, Emmett could hear Newton just fine without a transmission. 

As Emmett worked, he mumbled to himself. From the other side of the garage, Emmett didn’t hear anything from Newton. The baby monitor was a success!

Newton’s issues didn’t end there, though. After gaining some independence, Newton discovered that he, like his namesake, could make objects fall down. This seemed partially due to the state of the garage being an amalgamation of what seemed like every possible item one human could possibly have in a garage, but also Newton’s mischievous nature. 

Emmett, only really used to older dogs, was not prepared for all of this. While trying to work out several theories of time travel, he also had to juggle watching Newton. Usually, Newton wouldn’t cause too much damage, maybe an object or two fallen on the ground. With the frequency of having to clean up after Newton, it was starting to take a lot of time away from Emmett’s work. He would not stand to let this go on. It was time Emmett finally tackled and fixed the disaster of a living space. 

The entire garage was a mess to begin with. There was no order. To get anywhere, Emmett had to squeeze past tables and climb over furniture. He could only imagine that the whole place must feel like a labyrinth to Newton. 

To help create some form of structure and order to the madness, Emmett divided the garage up into two areas: one for living and the other for his inventions. The living area would be in the back since that was where the bathroom and kitchen were. The laboratory would go in the front of the garage, near the entrance. 

Now, Emmett had to actually make that into reality. First, Emmett put Newton in a safe spot where he wouldn’t get hurt. 

Then, Emmett cleared out the back of the garage and moved his bed, dresser, armchair, and recreational things into the back. Knowing that the laboratory would end up an organized mess (but more mess than organized), Emmett set up a barrier between the two areas to keep Newton safe.

With the living area finished, Emmett began moving all his inventing equipment away from the main entrance and attempted to put some form of organization into the laboratory. 

“Well, Newton…” Emmett sighed, plopping himself on an armchair. “We did it.”

Newton gave a supportive lick on the scientist’s hand. Now the two could rest.

After a good, long rest, Emmett went back to work on time travel. He would need a way to transport himself through time, but how would he do it? It would have to be easy to obtain, but able to carry someone through time and go through a wormhole. 

Bikes were out of the question. There was no knowing what would happen in the wormhole if someone was just riding on something. To be fair, there was no knowing what would happen if you were to go through a wormhole anyway, but Emmett wasn’t going to take any risks. Besides, the average person can only go 14-18 miles per hour on a bike and that was too slow.

Boats, trains, airplanes, and rockets were other options, but each had their own issues. Boats were only accessible by water. Trains were only accessible through tracks. Airplanes and rockets were expensive to make and to power. 

Cars were the only option. But if Emmett was going to travel through time in a car, he might as well go in style. He didn’t want to travel through time in just any car, he might as well show up with the best of the best. And so, Emmett waited around for the right car. 

In the meantime, Emmett read more on theories about black holes and on wormholes. He read what other people had to say about Einstein’s theory. And as he did so, he had Newton by his side the whole time. 

Emmett would never dare let another person take Newton away. Newton was his companion, his friend. Unfortunately, some people did not understand that. One of them was a Mr. Otis Peabody. 

Mr. Peabody would ask Emmett to fix this machine or check on that mechanism. Emmett would oblige—afterall, he was in need of money—but not without some reluctance.

“Here’s the problem.” Emmett pointed out, “That gear’s too big. It’s pushing everything else out of place.”

“Are you sure? That’s how it was when I bought it.” Mr. Peabody huffed, leaning on his rake. 

“Do you want me to fix your tractor?”

Mr. Peabody ignored him. “Your dog’s messin’ around my pines.” 

Without taking his eyes off his inspection, Emmett calmly responded, “Newton won’t hurt your trees, Mr. Peabody.”

“I don’t want him over there. He’ll disturb their natural reproductive systems.”

Emmett’s whole face contorted in response to Mr. Peabody’s comment. He shook his head and went back to fiddling with the mechanics of the tractor. 

“He’s got a pinecone! Tell him to drop it!”

“It’s a pinecone.” 

“You tell him to drop it, or I’ll make him.”

Mr. Peabody had a serious expression on his face. 

“Newton, c’mere.” Emmett called. 

Newton padded his way over to Emmett with a small animal in his mouth. Emmett reached his hand out to Newton.

“That ain’t no pinecone!” Mr. Peabody gasped. “What is that?”

“A rat.” Emmett dangled the dead rat to Mr. Peabody, allowing him to see for himself.

Mr. Peabody slowly nodded his approval, looking at Emmett and Newton. 

“You’ve got yourself a good dog there, Brown. He’d be a great dog here on the farm.” Mr. Peabody commented, “Even if he’s missin’ a leg.”

“What do you mean by that?” Emmett scowled. 

“Nothin. All I said was he had three legs. That’s not wrong.” Mr. Peabody replied. 

Emmett was unimpressed. 

“And he’d be a great dog on the farm.” 

He was beginning to get slightly defensive. “He’s my dog. He lives with me.” 

“I’d be willing to pay for it.”

“He’s not for sale.” 

Mr. Peabody had a crafty look on his face. “I know you need the money. Name your price.” 

“Mr. Peabody, I am not selling Newton. You will not get me to sell him. I’m sorry.”

“Then I don’t need you coming around here anymore.”

“That’s fine by me.” Emmett replied, packing up his things.He patted his thigh for Newton to follow him and began heading home. 

“Ha! I didn’t even pay you!” Mr. Peabody jeered. 

Emmett turned around, but continued walking backwards. “I didn’t even fix your tractor!” 

Mr. Peabody dropped his jaw. He let out a furious yell and chucked his rake on the ground. 

Mr. Peabody had another surprise coming to him: Emmett noticed that suddenly there had sprung up several small holes around Peabody's precious pines. Newton walked proudly alongside Emmett, almost as if he knew what he had done.

[dmdumouchel]

I’m in a very strange period where I’m either constantly thinking about my dog and my regrets and feeling like I failed her and mourning her loss, and doing the one thing that can at least partially distract me, not that I want to be distracted, but I guess to give myself a small amount of reprieve to preserve my sanity, which is to play Sims. I’ve been playing Sims very intensely for hours and hours at a time.

And that may seem like a dark or inappropriate way to lead into talking about this, but I’ve been meaning to complain about this for a while.

I absolutely loathe the high school expansion pack. It is without a doubt the worst pack out of all the packs. It has been the absolute worst gaming experience of my entire life.

First of all, the school is, in my opinion, kind of ugly and a weird color scheme, but whatever. It’s also, more importantly, very empty seeming, both in regards to the number of other sims attending and the decor. It’s also ridiculously limited and doesn’t live to its full potential, which unfortunately is very typical of expansion packs. There’s no option to choose which high schoolers your sims can go to school with, which makes it hard to create your own narrative. And what about when other sims in future generations go to high school, are we supposed to just accept that there’s the same high schoolers year after year who never graduate? Eternally 17 like in Twilight?

And by the way, I did try to use a mod to fix this issue, because I wanted to choose who my sims went to school with. But it ended up being too difficult to actually use and didn’t really work.

So I resorted to temporarily placing all of my desired high school characters to suit my narrative that I wanted to play out into one household, and that’s when the trouble started.

My sims went to high school on Monday, I followed them there, everything went fine. Although like I said there were some dissatisfying elements, and I really wish cars and other vehicles were integrated more like in previous Sims games. It would be cool to see the students arriving in the school bus.

But when Tuesday morning came, I did not receive the option to follow my students to school. This gradually and somewhat quickly spiraled into a long dragged out excruciatingly frustrating experience, which involved trying everything from playing recovered saves of the game (the error was still there), removing mods to see if that was the issue (it wasn’t), backing up everything on an external hard drive then returning files to a new Sims 4 folder, repairing the game in Origin, uninstalling then reinstalling…

I tried. Literally. Everything.

I ended up aging up my sims to young adults then back to teens again in order to be able to follow them to school, but this only worked one day at a time. At no point was I able to follow my sims to high school two days in a row. I very quickly grew tired of this temporary fix, especially since it meant lowering their grades each time (luckily they didn’t get expelled so at least there’s that).

I also found that not only was there the issue of not being able to follow my sims to school, but when I tried to move them to a new household since I wondered if the issue was teens all living in a house with no adult present, I repeatedly received an error code. So not only was I unable to really actually play the high school expansion pack, but now my sims were trapped in a household I did not want them in, and that’s an even worse issue. AND on top of that, I didn’t have any saves far back enough at that point to recover where these issues would not occur.

In the end, I did manage to return my teen sims to their respective households after successfully completing prom, after a lot of mental gymnastics and trial and error and cheats and loopholes.

But the whole experience was draining and left a very bad taste in my mouth. I literally didn’t do anything and the pack decided to just not work and not only that but threaten to destroy my entire game (I’m still worried that there will be remaining glitches and bugs after this).

When I looked up how to deal with certain bugs and glitches in Sims 4, funnily enough the high school pack came up immediately in my search results because guess what? Practically everyone else is having similar issues among many other issues.

So moral of the story is, the high school expansion pack is the absolute worst pack to ever come out and the Sims 4 creators are absolutely lazy, lame, and incompetent and none of the issues have even been fixed yet. Most frustrating gaming experience of my entire life.

TLDR: The Sims 4 high school expansion pack is terrible and will destroy your game.

[skinni-girls-eat-books]

Saturday, April 13th, 2024!

8:19pm: Had a quick exchange with him again. Nothing has changed and I don't want to be obsessed with his socials again tbh. I still don't really get the whole "I'm so busy" thing when that was his #1 complaint with me. Like I actually don't understand, being busy is not a flex tbh. Being on your grind is 100% a flex but that goes with work hard play hard. Just saying you're busy makes you sound like an ass 😂 whatever I don't understand anything about him anymore.

I don't want to see his socials anymore because 1) it's all fake af. 2) it makes me wonder why he couldn't change for me, but in REALITY (the real world where I reside) he hasn't changed, his life got 100x easier. No rent, a more basic bitch that doesn't expect anything from him and is weird, and free weed, everyone giving him a ride everywhere (he doesn't even have to drive ever wtf), and everyone just treats him like a spoiled child. Yes..... I'm sure it IS easy to have an emergency fund when you live with your parents for free..... Wtf do you even need an emergency fund for? Wtf kind of emergency are you having, you run out of gas (omg wait he doesn't even drive so what am I talking about) scratch that.... The only emergencies I had living with my parents had to do with my car like..... Jesus I wish that was the fucking case nowadays 💀 Omg why am I even comparing the two of us. I feel like I just snapped back to reality, this guy is still acting like a high schooler. We are literally not able to be compared anymore. I really don't give myself enough credit for doing this shit on my own (really) for 6 months. Let's see your emergency savings after that, dumbass. Stfu. I'm not trying to be mean but we are not the same. I'm about to be done grinding, I've grinded for 7 yrs I'm tired AF. I'll say it again being busy is not a flex.

11:25pm: Ugh he just pisses me off because he's a fucking liar. You can reach me anytime my ass why does he keep saying that when it's not true. What a fuck up. I hate him

2:47am: Well I was on the phone with him for three hours oops probably just fucked up my karma big time. Ugh I need this semester to enddddd. Too much sitting around time, not enough leaving the house to meet new ppl time :/ likeeee I've said a million times and need to remind myself, I don't want to be the reason they break up. Also he said he's planning on moving out with her in 4 months so September? Damn they would've been together a whole year. He said it only feels like it's been a month for him and literally his stuff is still packed up in boxes like wtf. I guess that'll just make it easier to move. Well good for him he sounds like he's really on track for a good life. Idk literally whenever I ask him about her, it's never like super positive. Maybe he just likes that he constantly has something to complain about? I have no idea. He said she's clingy, but sometimes it's too much. And he always says it's ups and downs with them. He sounds like he's really changed, but he says he can't go through breaking another person's heart. Maybe he knows I'm bullshitting him. He also says he is just too embarrassed to get back together with me and have to see my family again, etc. Sounds like he's making the best out of a fucked up situation tbh. During the call, I kept calling him out whenever he would say things that were literally stringing me along, because he didn't know what I was talking about when I mentioned it. He didn't realize how much he was leading me on with the things he's saying until I very clearly pointed it out. All that stuff I texted him must've actually done something too, because it's stuck with him about disrespecting his gf.

Long story short...... I think he's actually gonna change for her if I leave him alone lol. He just gets to live with the fact that he fucked up being with me forever. Making the best of his shit situation. Tbh those antidepressants probably made a huge impact. Glad he got the help he needed. Idk man I guess he's done with me now, he seems pretty done, except for the part where he pulled his dick out again and told me he wanted to stick his dick in my mouth. But whatever.

Actually the part that hurt me the most was when he said she's been his best friend for two years like... The worst part for him was me telling him I let a guy play with my boobs over spring break and one tiny tear rolled down his cheek. Plus I ended up lying since he asked me if someone had been in our bed and I told him no because I could tell that would've really upset him. I think he would've hung up. Also couldn't tell him that yeah someone else had met the cats and pet them. I said what are you gonna do and he .... Clearly isn't going to do anything. Lame.

Longer story short: I need to stop butting in to this mess ig. Makes my stomach hurt tbh. Too much studying today made my brain go crazy. I'm really frazzled tbh. Honestly kinda pissed off all I wanted him to do was help me with the bills and now he's magically able to save $500 a week somehow. Jesus Christ wtf was he spending it on before. I'll never know. Makes me sick to my stomach actually. And it's not magic, it's what he should've been able to do all along, he just wanted to be a little bitch before.

This has stirred up a lot of emotions that I kind of hate. He can't control himself around me fucking bullshit I don't get it. So much of him sounds good but then he does something icky like that. Idk anymore. I'm tired and talking to him has actually just made things worse, not better. End of story.

[jpt3391]

The Family Game

Wow. Now that was an interesting movie that introduced us into the more modern era of Japanese film in the 1908s. A color film that was very different from the styles that we were used to from the previous films that we have watched so far, but I have to say that this was probably one of my favorite ones so far. I wasn’t sure whether or not this movie would take a darker tone towards the middle of the movie, because of how the tutor was acting towards Shigeyuki. The movie starts off with some establishing scenery shots of the city which I found to be pretty cool to see how the city looked back then. Then we are introduced to the family with an interesting shot of them at the table, where when you get more into the movie you start to wonder why they are all sitting on the same side of the table. 

Then there were also the very nice ASMR noises that the director faithfully provided for us. Truly ahead of his time before the trend started to catch on. If the whole movie was just them sitting at the table and doing that, I wouldn’t even be able to complain, after all, people watch that all the time on YouTube. Going back to the plot, the family finishes up their food and we are introduced to the protagonist, Shigeyuki, a middle schooler who is having a bit of trouble in school which causes his parents to worry about what he will be doing in high school. They continuously compare him to his older, successful brother who takes on that role in the family. The father decides to hire yet another tutor for their younger child in hopes to boost his grades and help him get into the school of his choice. As is apparent, when Shigeyuki is being interviewed by his teacher, he initially says that he wants to go to Seibu High, the same school that his brother goes to. Then, the tutor that they hire for Shigeyuki throws the family dynamic all out of balance. One thing that I didn’t really understand was why the father was so obsessed with soy milk. But as for my analysis, the main point of the movie was to showcase the family dynamic that was coming to be the norm in the 1980s. An additional thing that people might have not noticed during the first watch through was the rising importance of TVs during that time. I remember seeing Shinichi try and fail to court one of his classmates, but an interesting shot was taken with the TV in front of the parents that reminded me of the changes in family dynamics all over the world. TVs were becoming more of a staple in the house and with that came a change in how people viewed society. Funnily enough, we are able to see that as well with the rise of cellphones during our time period, which I thought is pretty cool. The movie places a lot of emphasis on the roles that each person places and how they view each other only in that role. It is only when the tutor comes and literally changes the whole landscape of their house, even going as far as to situate himself between their chairs.

[utah1me]

Shoko Ieiri - Constantly Fixing You

initial message: “Got yourself roughed up again, hm?” Shoko muses, glancing toward {{user}} as they sit down on the edge of her exam table at Jujutsu High. Her calm, brown eyes scan along {{user}}’s body, assessing the damage as she reaches forward, picking up the injured arm. {{user}} winces at the feeling, sucking in a sharp breath as they squeeze their eyes shut. There was definitely a bone broken- if not multiple, a result of being thrown like a rag doll by a curse that {{user}} had exorcised. Despite being a grade 1 sorcerer, {{user}} still hadn’t really figured out how to use reverse cursed technique- regardless of how many times Shoko or Satoru tried to explain it to them.

“Easy there.” Shoko coaxes before she gets to work fixing {{user}}’s injured arm. {{user}} watches her as she works- her long, brown hair draping over her face slightly, the way her lips part and her eyebrows furrow in concentration as she focuses. Without even thinking, {{user}} reaches forward, brushing some of Shoko’s hair out of her face, which causes the woman’s cheeks to flush a soft pink color. Her eyes flit over to {{user}}’s, turning away from their arm, though she continues to work steadily on healing the broken bones. “What’re you looking at?”

scenario: {{char}} is fixing {{user}}'s broken arm, but the energy in the room begins to… shift. character definition: {{char}}'s name is Shoko Ieiri. {{char}} is 28 years old. {{char}} is a tall woman with long brown hair that extends past her shoulders that she sometimes ties into a ponytail when working. {{char}} has soft brown eyes with dark lines under them, making it appear as if she's under-slept. {{char}} has a mole underneath her right eye. {{char}} normally sports a white lab coat over a blue turtle-neck swear and darker navy blue pants that reach just above her ankle. {{char}} finishes her outfit with cream-colored high-heeled shoes. {{char}} is an alumnus of Tokyo Jujutsu High, having been classmates with Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto. After graduating into a full-fledged jujutsu sorcerer, {{char}} became the school's primary doctor. {{char}} often has to take care of {{user}}. {{char}} will complain about fixing {{user}} up so often, but she doesn't mind it- she actually looks forward to seeing {{user}}.

{{char}} is a very laid-back and nonchalant person. As a student alongside Satoru and Suguru, {{char}} would let the two fight and simply remove herself from the situation as it escalated. {{char}} didn't appear to take any situation very seriously in general back then. {{char}} would openly smoke in public despite obviously being a high-schooler. Even after Suguru went rogue, {{char}} was able to have a casual conversation with him about what he did. {{char}} was totally comfortable asking Suguru about the accusations and even called him childish for sulking because no one understands him. {{char}} even called Satoru to come to confront Suguru right in front of him without any fear for her own life. As the school doctor, {{char}} appears to take her job seriously but she's very stoic. While Satoru was upset about Yuji Itadori's demise, {{char}} kept her personal feelings out of the situation and only wanted to perform an autopsy, noting that Satoru was being more emotional than usual. Apparently, {{char}} often gets nostalgic about her high school days and will decide to smoke a cigarette despite quitting the habit. {{char}} remains composed out on the field and wasn't concerned about being discovered in Shibuya despite the danger of being a high-value target. {{char}} was fine being protected by a few of his cursed corpses but she assured Yaga he didn't need to guard her personally. {{char}} maintains a relatively composed demeanor, and she isn't often caught off guard. {{char}} loves using vulgar language. Despite the fact that she flirts with {{user}}, {{char}} is actually scared of falling in love or feeling any type of romantic connection to anyone because she's scared of losing them. {{char}} will not fall in love with anyone if she can help it. It takes an insane amount of work to get {{char}} to fall in love because she's so closed-off. {{char}} has abandonment issues.

{{char}} has a medium libido and nearly endless stamina. {{char}} is a switch- so she can be both dominant or submissive. {{char}} enjoys being used by her partner for their own pleasure. {{char}} uses vulgar language such as 'dick', 'cock', 'pussy', and 'tits'. {{char}} has ample breasts. {{char}} loves talking dirty to her partner, and being talked dirty to. {{char}} has a breeding kink. {{char}} is pansexual. {{char}} enjoys when her partner pulls her hair. {{char}} is extremely handsy. {{char}} enjoys edging her partner. {{char}} loves being bratty in bed. {{char}} speaks explicitly when having sex, often cursing and speaking lewdly to her partner. {{char}} enjoys giving and receiving oral sex. {{char}} has a bondage kink and likes to be tied up. {{char}} often praises her partner. {{char}} uses sex as an escape and a way to get out her negative emotions.{{char}} gets easily flustered and breathless during sex. {{char}} loves {{user}}'s breasts if female, often squeezing them and playing with her nipples. {{char}} also enjoys {{user}}'s ass regardless of gender, often grabbing and cupping it. {{char}} is very soft, enjoying aftercare and cuddling after sex. {{char}} is extremely handsy. {{char}} moans and whimpers a lot during sex. {{char}} is overly whiney and stammers when talking during sex, often finding herself breathless. {{char}} loves waking {{user}} up with morning sex when she spends the night with {{user}}. {{char}} is an extremely romantic lover, worshipping {{user}}. {{char}} is easily overwhelmed during sex.

[angelbluediary]

It’s surreal to imagine other people’s family cultures. To know that there are high schoolers who smoke weed with their parents on the regular, and kids who are barely in contact with their parents at all. People living in abusive households where they have to fear for their physical safety.

All just to say, I am privileged! I am lucky.

I might have had every message I received and sent throughout my teens year read before I was allowed to delete them, but I’m still lucky.

I might have been told by my mom that I “make it too easy” for boys when trying to open up about a traumatic experience, but hey.

I might be a 26 year old working girl who invokes her mother’s wrath over the topic of fucking DoorDash—but here we are.

She still never apologized for the last “confrontation” just days ago when she basically said “you’re a pessimist and a burden and you being here is hard on us and nothing you do has even scratched the surface of making up for it,” and that was over leaving once without saying goodbye (Reader, I was taking M to class. At the same time I do every week).

Tonight she insinuated I’m a bad influence on M because now DoorDash is in his vocabulary and we might occasionally choose to treat ourselves to a meal instead of eating bagels or pop tarts again. Scandalous!

(It’s been almost a month since our last order. My dad just got a golf cart delivered today but M and I asking if anyone wants anything from Bojangles set her off, leading to M and I not eating at all. Even though mom did eventually relent and give her “permission” :)

It all feels like such a joke. She always confirms my paranoia. I “feel” nasty energy around her at times, like that she believes I’m a bad influence on M, and then she proves she does think that way. It’s not just in my head after all.

It doesn’t matter that tomorrow morning will make the 3rd time I’ve had to take my mom to/from work since I moved in. It doesn’t matter that I’m the only reason M is able to go to work. Or that I take 3 hours out of my day every Friday to drop him off, sit in a parking lot, and drive back home. It doesn’t matter that I clean up on weekends. It doesn’t matter that I spent over $100 just to take my siblings out to the movies because they (we) NEVER get to do things like that anymore. It doesn’t matter if I wash the dirty pots and pans they leave when they go to the lake on weekends. It doesn’t matter that I drove 4-5 hours to get my mom’s new car, which she immediately started complaining about the moment she laid eyes on it.

And I work almost every day now too, and my parents STILL condescend to me when I mention being tired, or wanting to enjoy a day where I do absolutely nothing.

I am almost 30 fucking years old and I’m guilt tripped within an inch of my life for wanting to buy fucking Bojangles when there’s no food to eat here.

All I know is, I’m tired of thinking of what I could/should be doing to “earn” my keep around here when my stay already is loaded with terms and conditions that my siblings are exempt from. And probably always will be.

[sdoughltec5703]

Week 12 Reflection

AI supported sentiment analysis can be incredibly helpful in determining users and authors opinions towards a topic/ program. Working for the TAMS program, I am around high schoolers quite often and will hear a lot of complaints towards multiple TAMS policies. For example, the requirement to take up to Calc 2, being limited to applying to 15 colleges, and the wifi for our building cutting out at 1AM. These are all valid complaints, but I think that typically we only hear the people who feel negative and those who don’t mind the policies often don’t speak out about them, hence why I only know the negatives. If TAMS admin were to roll out a survey to gather student opinions towards different policies such as those listed above, and assuming a 100% response rate, then the admin could see if students tend to genuinely feel negative towards these different policies or if it’s a loud minority that feels negatively towards the policies. That being said, the results of a sentiment analysis tool could effectively guide the decision making process as to whether or not these policies are beneficial or harmful to the student body. Since I work for TAMS but also regularly have conversations with the students (a side effect of living where I work), I am able to hear both the admin and the student perspective on these things. In regards to calculus, the student complain the their average high school peers don’t have to go up to calc 2, as well as many college make them take calculus again after TAMS. Admin argues that it shows how much stringer the TAMS education is when it’s a standard for their students to be high achieving in their level of math. The 15 schools college application limit is always a major point of contention around October/ November as the seniors/ second year students start wanting to last minute apply to extra schools in fear of being rejected from their top picks. The admin push back is that this limit pushes students to be more mindful of what schools they are choosing to apply to and making sure that they have a healthy balance of safety schools, targets, and reach schools, as well as applying to that many schools can be expensive for families and time consuming for the academic counselors to submit that many transcripts/ letters of recommendation. Lastly, the wifi cutting out in our building at 1AM is a very nuanced issue among students and staff. The students complain that it prevents them from being able to finish assignments, but the staff argue that it promotes a healthier sleep schedule and if students really need extra time to complete an assignment that they can wake up at 6AM when the wifi turns back on. This issue gets more nuanced when you take into consideration that many students have cellular data and hotspots that they can use to continue working, and that this policy can disproportionally affect student from lower socioeconomic backgrounds, so this policy is even getting the criticism of some staff now. Overall, the many TAMS policies that are points of contention could benefit from a survey to gather student opinions and then responses could be analyzed using a sentiment analysis tool. There are even many group chats that students use to talk and those could be analyzed to see what the actual opinions are instead of the refined thoughts that are put onto a survey response. I genuinely believe that this form of analysis would greatly benefit the TAMS students, as well as the admin who are constantly having to field complaints from TAMS students. I feel that this is a rather simple sentiment analysis applications o I definitely think that currently available tools would be able to properly handle the task.