#i'm on issue 9 and two. TWO. in-universe days have passed

[bobbinalong]

i just cannot stand the way bendis writes. if 40% of the page is covered in speech bubbles, maybe cut down the fucking dialogue, dear god

[moonyskarma]

song shifting activity . . .

marauders dr || credits to @withluvvenus || playlist link

— i'm doing this as more "what part of my marauders dr does [insert song] remind me of, instead of "which dr does [insert song] remind me of"

#1 ─ somebody to love . . . queen

"i just gotta get out of this prison cell" this song is like, the desire to be free from the house of calloway. to be myself, finally, to find "somebody to love" that doesn't see me as just an heir. to find somebody who sees me.

#2 ─ across the universe . . . the beatles

"nothing's going to change my world" this to me is my visions. my prophetic abilities, if you will. it's like, accepting that i'm "the cursed one" and nothing can change that. that i'll always be sort of "across the universe", and i just have to... deal with that.

#3 ─ ashes to ashes . . . david bowie

"strung out in heaven’s high // hitting an all-time low" this is very me. very much about my connection to my abilities. specifically the darker ones, and how it affects me, and in turn how it affects my relationships with people around me.

#4 ─ comfortably numb . . . pink floyd

"hello? // is there anybody in there? // just nod if you can hear me" + "i have become comfortably numb" oh my god. this is me. this is me and my visions. nobody being able to reach me, being disconnected for a while because all i can see and hear is the vision. the second part is the struggle that comes with being a seer, and how sometimes it's easier to be numb.

#5 ─ goodbye yellow brick road . . . elton john

"goodbye yellow brick road // where the dogs of society howl" ooh, this one is definitely another leaving-Calloway-to-be-free kind of song. leaving the "yellow brick road", aka the path that was chosen for me, my so-called birthright.

#6 ─ criminal world . . . david bowie

"i'm in the criminal world // but i'm never going to be a criminal" might i just say i fucking love this song. like?? okay, this is me growing up a Calloway, in a family that isn't as tied in with the dark lord as the House of Black, but.. you know. It's in there somewhere, and this is like, even though i grew up like that, i'm not like that, yknow?

#7 ─ rock 'n' roll suicide . . . david bowie

"time takes a cigarette // puts it in your mouth" + "you're a rock 'n' roll suicide" + "you're not alone" dare i say one of my favorite bowie songs. this i fear is me thinking about my role in all of this — in the war, especially. how the world's kind of fucking me over. me being a "rock 'n' roll suicide" is how i'm trying to get away from my namesake and everything, and being the opposite of what my family would've wanted. "you're not alone" is like, my friends around me drawing me out of my head and keeping me sane.

#8 ─ death on two legs . . . queen

"you suck my blood like a leech // you break the law and you preach” + “feel good, are you satisfied? // do you feel like suicide?” this... is barty. fucking barty crouch jr. brilliant and beautiful and venomous. this song is the aftermath of a fight, with sharp words and barty's nails digging into my arm as he pulls me down a corridor. the sting of my palm on his cheek when he goes too far. this is me and him, messy and crooked and so wrong yet so right.

#9 ─ time . . . pink floyd

"ticking away the moments that make up a dull day // fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way" + "no one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun" this one is very much my issues with time. in every reality, especially this one, i fucking hate the passage of time. in this one, passing time is just a reminder that my prophecies are getting closer and closer, and there's nothing i can do to stop them or change them which is like.. terrifying.

─ okay okay this is the last post of today !! i think !!

[garbinge]

Early Morning

Carmy Berzatto & Platonic!F!Reader Richie Jerimovich x F!Reader

30 Day Fic Challenge

Word Count: 3.3k A/N: This little universe of slice of life stories is my favorite, and i'm so glad so many of you have been enjoying it. <3

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Other fics from this universe The Bear Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @quixscentsposts @dadbodfanatic-x @adorable-punk-superheroes @lodeddiperrodrick @isalver @captainweasleybarnes @musicwithteeth @fancyvoidtragedy @shinebright2000 @knight4xmas @gills-lounge @navs-bhat @cosmicak

You grabbed the pack of cigarettes from Richie’s jacket that was tossed across your kitchen island and stepped through the window that led to your fire escape. It was early, the sun just starting to rise creating golden hues across Chicago on this beautiful Friday morning. In your hand besides the cigarettes was a large blanket from your couch, just because the sun was out didn’t mean the Chicago air was forgiving. 

Sitting on your firescape with a cigarette wrapped in your blanket was something you found yourself doing often since all the issues with your dad began popping back up again. It offered you peace, an escape from reality almost. Inside, although just as quiet and peaceful most times,  you felt trapped. Stepping outside felt freeing, like the air was easier to breath and your thoughts were easier to fade away in the wind. 

You took the time to watch the hustle and bustle of the streets in the morning, people going to work, the people coming home from their night shifts, those coming home from other night time activities, the construction workers start their work, and everyone in between. 

Where your apartment sat, you were able to see so much of the Chicago streets, below you sat some of your favorite bakeries and delis. If you looked far enough, you could see the street sign where your job was located, but where your eyes sat now was on the small corner that was about 8 blocks away where The Beef, or what was formerly known as The Beef sat. 

It was then, as your gaze passed it that you saw someone in a white t-shirt pacing back and forth on the sidewalk next to the restaurant. Your face fell to a frown and you smirked a little before pulling your phone out of your pocket and calling the person who was pacing, Carmy. 

You saw him look at the phone, but you were too far to really see his expression. It was that moment that you realized there was a high chance he didn’t answer and you’d see it happen right in front of you. With how things had been going lately between you, it was a real possibility he wouldn’t answer and come up with some excuse, that you would know was just a blatant lie. 

But all of those thoughts went to the wayside when you heard his voice and saw him still pacing with the phone to his ear. 

“Why are you up?” Was the first thing out of his mouth when he answered. 

“Why are you up?” You said the same thing back to him. 

“My head’s too busy I just needed to get out.” You saw him bring his hand up behind his head to run his fingers through his hair. 

“Yea, same.” You laughed, it was always so hilarious to you how similar the two of you were despite being so different. “Why are you at the restaurant?” 

“There’s just a million things to do and I gotta meet the fire suppression guy at 9.” He answered you, still pacing until he suddenly stopped, realizing he hadn’t mentioned being at the restaurant. You saw his head raise, and he immediately turned around and began searching in the sky. “Are you?” His eyes were trying to find your building. “Are you fucking watching me, creep?” The smile on his face wasn’t clear to you visually but you could hear it in his voice. You raised your hand and waved which he did back and laughed in the phone. “What are you doing?”

“I just needed some air.” You shrugged and lowered your hand back down. 

“What’s on your mind?” He was still looking up at you. 

“What’s not.” You laughed and shook your head. 

“Do uh, you remember when we were kids, like I don’t know fifth grade of some shit.  And it was like the day of the science fair, we were waiting for your dad to pick us up and you had this huge volcano or something in your hands.” 

“Yea it was Vesuvius.” You remembered it clearly. 

“You kept talking about it as we sat there and I just was staring at the group of kids who were obviously about to come over and be fuckin’ assholes, right.” 

You laughed, remembering how oblivious you were to it all. “They came over and slapped my project out of my hands.” 

“And I just sat there.” Carmy’s voice got stressed. “I feel like I’m always just sitting by watching shit happen.” 

“You actually saved it.” You corrected him. “When it got tossed to the ground it, it started to explode again and you put dish soap on it to stop it.” 

“Where the fuck did I get dish soap?” He scratched his head trying to think. 

“Your science project about germs.” 

“I don’t remember that.” He laughed a little. 

“Of course you don’t, you remember feeling out of control, you always remember feeling out of control.” You said it so obvious. 

“I remember Mikey being the one to pick us up and scaring the piss out of those kids.” 

You wanted to point out that that was another moment where he felt out of control but you dropped it and continued with your version of the memory. 

“That was the night Mikey told me I wasn’t going home for a bit, because he found my dad passed out in the bathroom at whatever fuckin’ dive bar, but he told me he was away on business.” 

“You, uh, talk to your dad lately?” 

That was a weighted question and you felt the anxiety manifest itself as bile in your throat. 

“You wanna talk about lack of control.” You brushed off the comment with a light laugh. “Let’s talk about what we can control, what’s on the agenda today?” Carmy laughed and shook his head. “Not really a qualifying topic.” He sniffled and adjusted his coat slightly before coming up with a new topic to talk to you about. “Oh, I uh, tried your coffee last night.” 

That shocked you, not exactly sure how or when he would have done that. Your silence on the other end gave him the clue that must’ve been what you were thinking and he answered your internal questions. 

“You uh, left some of the containers in the fridge, labeled, I was here late and went to grab a redbull when I saw them and thought—“

“Two birds, one stone.” You nodded, understanding. 

“I mean I guess, but I really thought how I haven’t had a chance to try and you must be kind of moving ahead there, but I could give you my thoughts if you wanted?” 

It was exactly what you wanted, but that didn’t stop you from giving him shit about it. 

“Well if it isn’t going to take you away from your busy morning pacing up and down the sidewalk.” 

Carmy laughed and took the phone away from his ear, starting to scroll around and pull up his notes app before bringing the phone up to his ear again. 

“I just sent it to you.” He was staring back up at your building. 

You did the same thing as him, but putting him on speaker as you went to your messages. Quickly you breezed through his notes, clocking the positive comments along with the few ideas he had as well. 

“You know these weren’t fresh, some of these are better fresh.” You said still reading through the list. 

“Read my… third to last note.” Carmy thought of where the comment he remembered writing sat. 

Blend #3, better in the fridge for 48h, assuming these have been here for 24, so double it, it’s getting richer.

The rest brew fresh. You can taste the stale flavor slightly right now if you know to look for it. 

“Which one’s your favorite?” You finished reading through his comments and brought the phone back up to your ear. “You didn’t write down your favorite.” 

“1.” He didn’t hesitate to answer, he knew it off the top of his head. 

“The Chicago Blend.” You nodded with a smile knowing it was the signature one. 

“That’s good, play on the windy city right? Cause of it’s airy-ness?” 

You smiled from ear to ear and nodded. “Exactly that.” 

“So you got a name for the brand at all?” He was moving to lean against the building now, taking out a cigarette of his own. 

“Uh, yea, you actually gave me some inspiration around it the other day, I think I’m gonna call it Best Blends or something.” 

“I gave you inspo?” Carmy laughed but it was followed by a serious tone. “I like it, like–like the flavors compliment each other.” His voice had a little hesitancy in it. 

“You hate it.” You let out a laugh and covered your eyes with your free hand. 

“No–no I don’t hate it.” He said also laughing a little bit, you could see him running his hand through his curls when you looked back up. 

“It’s corny.” You were nodding, your hand covering your mouth now waiting for his response. 

“No–no it’s not corny.” 

You cut him off quickly. “It’s corny, Carmy, I know you, I can tell you hate it.” 

“It’s–it’s…” He trailed off for a minute before hearing your laugh on the other side and agreeing. “Okay yea, it’s–it’s a little corny, but I don’t hate it.” 

“I just got swept up in the nostalgia of it all and tried to make it punny.” You were still laughing. “I told people this name, how embarrassing.” 

“I think it’s reparable.” He was still laughing slightly. 

“Reparable, huh?” You brought your legs to your chest and you thought for a minute. “I’m coming up blank.” 

“What if you drop best?” He said already having the answer. 

“Blends?” You frowned, thinking about it. 

“The Blend.” Carmy shrugged. 

“Sounds like a band name.” You didn’t laugh this time, because you kind of liked the sound of it. 

“Band names aren’t corny.” He said it like he was trying to prove a point. 

“No, they aren’t.” You nodded. “The Blend.” You said it in a whisper, your way of settling into it. “Sounds like The Bear.” You wanted to mention the similarity of it all. 

“Guess I got a type.” He laughed slightly.

Before the conversation with the name could continue, you felt something warm next to your shoulder and turned to see a coffee mug. You followed the arm up to see who was holding it and saw a sleepy Richie holding it out for you. A smile grew on your face and as you went to grab it you heard Carmy on the other end. 

“Who is that? Is that Richie?” 

“No, it's Leonardo DiCaprio. Yes it’s Richie.” You teased. 

“Alright, look, it’s still weird, alright.” He lifted his hand up in innocence. 

Normally Richie would have had something smart to say but all he did was lift his hand up and give Carmy the finger before leaning down and placing a kiss on your head. 

“Oh yea, real nice, okay, even nicer.” Carmy turned around when he saw Richie lean down to leave a kiss on your head. 

“Thanks for the coffee, there’s a day-old breakfast sandwich in the fridge with your name on it.” You looked up at Richie who just grunted in acknowledgement and stepped back out the window. 

There was silence on the phone while Carmy worked through his awkwardness and you took a few sips of the coffee. 

“Hey, uh, are you happy?” Carmy was clearly still working through the awkwardness. 

You looked through the window to see Richie falling asleep at the table, you knew he was tired because he was up all night with you watching funny clips of Family Feud because he knew how much it made you laugh. 

“Yea, Carm, I am.” You were smiling from ear to ear. 

He didn’t respond verbally, but he did nod and that’s when you looked back at him and realized what he was asking. 

“I know it probably kills you to hear it, but I’m the happiest I’ve been in a while.” 

“Doesn’t kill me, shocks me a little, grosses me out for sure, you’re like my sister, you know. But after everything–” He stopped talking like it was hard for him to even think about what happened. “After everything you’ve been through, I want you to be happy, you deserve to be happy.” 

“You deserve that too, Carm.” You fell back into the side of your apartment as you said it. 

“Yea, well, thanks for making my morning not completely suck.” He laughed awkwardly. 

“Anytime, you are now free to go back to pacing the sidewalk and panicking about your to-do list. But when you’re done, text me like 5 things on the list that you want to delegate to me and Richie and we’ll take it off your hands.” 

“I think that might send me back into my panic.” He joked and shook his head. “No, yea, I’ll – I’ll do that.” 

“You better. Alright, love you, talk to you later.” 

“Yea, l–, me too.” It was a struggle to come out of his mouth, but you appreciated it even more because of that.

You hung up the phone and stood up before lifting your own hand up to give him the finger which he happily reciprocated. As you crawled back into your apartment, you placed the blanket over Richie which caused him to wake up. 

“What time is it?” He asked, wiping his eyes. 

“7:13.” Your hand was opening the fridge so you could grab the breakfast sandwich for him. 

“Shit, I gotta go.” With one more wipe of his eyes, he was standing up, coffee mug in hand. 

“You're dropping off Eva today?” You asked him, moving towards the door. 

“Yea, this week I got switched around to Friday. Tiff had a work thing.” Richie was suddenly feeling off and began fiddling with his jacket. 

“You know you don’t have to explain your kid stuff to me, I just was asking because I’d come for the ride with you if you wanted.” A shrug left your shoulders and you held the sandwich out to him. 

He stared at you with a slight smile before leaning over and grabbing your coat from the rack. “You hold the sandwich, let’s go.” He was tossing your coat over your shoulders and then swinging his keys around his finger as you both made your way to the elevator in your building. 

The car ride wasn’t exactly peaceful, between Richie’s complaints against traffic which were anything but subtle, the beeps and business of the streets on the way to get Eva, and then the blast of Taylor Swift through the speakers as you made your way to the school. 

“Favorite album?” You turned around, Richie’s cold breakfast sandwich in your hand with a huge bite, or five, taken out of it from yourself and turned to look at the little girl in the backseat. 

“Speak Now. Taylor’s Version.” She said it so firmly. 

“Oh TV all the way, girl.” You held out the sandwich for her to take a bite. 

“Dad never shares his breakfast sandwiches.” She smirked and grabbed the biscuit from your hand. 

Your gaze turned to Richie with a frown, not expecting him to be the granola type of father. 

“It’s because your mom likes to give you fruit and sh–stuff, for a balanced breakfast.” He looked in the rearview mirror. 

You looked at Richie, your eyes a little wide since she was two bites into the thing already and he just scrunched his face up and shook his head. “It’s fine, it’s half eaten already. Not by me, I might add.” 

“I’ll buy you a new one, you told me to hold onto it, I got hungry, okay?” You rolled your eyes and turned back to the girl in the back seat. 

“What’s on the agenda at school today, kiddo?”

“Math, which isn’t my favorite.” She used her hand to wipe her hair back and got biscuit flakes caught in the strands of her hair. 

“I don’t know many people where math is their favorite. It’s definitely not my favorite.” You leaned over and picked them out of her hair, using the opportunity to make her laugh by blowing on her face to make the flakes shift from her hair to the floor of the car. 

Her laugh was contagious, you were giggling and Richie was chuckling as well just from hearing it. 

“My dad says you like coffee.” She was handing back the sandwich to you. 

“I do.” You nodded, “that’s super nice of you to remember.” 

“My dad remembered, he’s the one who told me.” She pointed to him. 

“Yea, well, your Dad is super nice, too.” With your right hand you squeezed Richie’s arm. 

“He also says coffee makes you crazy.” 

You let out a snort followed by a laugh. “I’m gonna need to hang out with you more, Eva.” 

“I’d like that. We can listen to Taylor Swift.” She was kicking her feet from excitement. 

“Alright kiddo, we’re at school.” Richie was putting the car in park and moving out of the car to grab her and get her on her way. 

After Richie walked Eva to school and got back in the car, he raised his eyebrows and started fiddling with the keys dangling from the slot before turning the ignition. 

“You know you’re really great with her.” 

“She’s a great kid.” You said it like it’d be impossible not to be great with her because of that. 

Richie was about to say something when you unknowingly cut him off, “Wow he actually sent me the list.” You were scrolling on your phone. “The list?” Richie was confused as he began driving. 

“Yea, I told him to send us stuff to do.” You weren’t fully paying attention to him and were locked into your phone reading the things on the list. 

“I got stuff to do I'm going to work at that new place tomorrow, staging or whatever the fuck.” His hand was in the air. 

“Oh that's tomorrow?” You turned to him, not realizing how fast it came up. “But that means we have today. We can divide and conquer.” 

Richie let out an audible groan and slammed his head back against the headrest of the car as you pulled up to the red light. “If you’re gonna make me do this shit at least come with me, make it partially enjoyable.”

“Wow you like my company?” Your smile was growing and you looked at him, faking a shocked look and starting to tease him by poking him with your fingers.

“Alright, don't get all worked up over it.” He was embarrassed and let you push him teasingly. 

“You like my company.” It was said so singsongy as you continued to poke him and shake him. 

“Yea I do, and you're not bad to look at either, okay?” He swatted your hand lightly. “What’s on the list, cmon.” 

It was your cue to stop the teasing, so as you fell back into your seat you looked at him and smiled, resting your head similarly to how he had his. For a few seconds the two of you stared at each other but not for long before the people behind you laid on the horn. 

“Hey! I’m having a fuckin’ moment here, you jagoff, take a breather for fucks sake! The light’s been green for half a millisecond.” 

You started to read the first thing on the list to Richie as he kept mouthing off to the guy in the car behind, taking the seconds in between yelling to tell you where he could pick up the first few things on the list, and where you’d be able to get the linens for a decent price. 

All you could do is look at him, as he kept going on and on and just think back to what Carmy asked you earlier. It was funny how this moment of chaos fully described just how happy you were. Maybe that’s what the key to happiness was, finding it even in the chaos.

[thankssteveditko]

About Marvel's timeline

Here's something else important to keep in mind as I made my way through these comics: the way Marvel handles its timeline.

Marvel's comics have always been set in a fictionalized version of the present day real world that just so happens to also have superheroes and aliens and magic and whatnot. They've never been shy about referencing real world events or pop culture to ground the comics in our reality. The first ever Spider-Man story mentioned that he should go on The Ed Sullivan Show. Iron Man's classic origin story involves the Vietnam War. In the far, far future, I'm gonna have to cover the infamous 9/11 issue of Spider-Man where Marvel's heroes AND villains mourn at Ground Zero.

Marvel's main universe has also never had a true full-on reboot. They'll do their big dumb crossover events that Change Everything Forever™, sure. (God, I am not looking forward to having to worry about crossover events.) But, like... the stuff that came before still happened, for the most part.

So, combine these two facts, and you've got 60+ years of comics referencing then-current events that are basically all still in continuity... but the characters haven't aged 60 years. Things operate on a floating timeline - or a "sliding timescale," as Marvel seems to prefer. But unlike, say, The Simpsons, where the characters never age, some time HAS passed for Marvel's cast! Spider-Man isn't 17 forever, he's grown up over the course of the series. There's of course some timey-wimey nonsense that was invented decades later to explain this bizarre chronology, but basically, the characters get a year older about once every four real world years.

So, long story short: those 60+ years of comics get compressed to about, say, 15 years of in-universe history.

What of all the topical references, then? Just... don't think about it too hard. Marvel continuity supernerds will tell you those aren't supposed to be literal, and most get retconned out with enough time. (A few years back they invented a fictional all-purpose southeast Asian war that can perpetually be pulled forward with the sliding timescale, to replace outdated references to the Vietnam War and the Korean War.) If you go on the Marvel wiki and try to edit references to real world history into a character's biography they'll bust your fuckin' kneecaps.

On the other hand: it's funnier if you take them literally. So as we go through these early Spider-Man comics where characters reference things like twist music, just remember that - at the time of writing this in 2023 - the events of those comics are now considered to be set in about 2008 or 2009.

[koffeinvergiftung]

Tips for studying as a struggling adult

I often see tips for studying and building routines, but they often help me for only a day or two, but never long run. Most of them are also oriented towards students, and the schedule won't work if you have a full time job while studying.

Note: I am neurodivergent (AuDHD), and have been struggling with mental and physical health for most of my student years, to the point where I had to drop out of University to focus on myself. These tips will be a mixture of what has helped me in high school, and what helps me now.

1. Having a routine is good, but missing your 'checklist' is not the end of the world

Having a full time job means there is a 'must do' every day, no matter what other plans I might have. What I usually do is try to work my study plans around my work schedule.

Morning shift: I come home around 1.30, so at around 3 I will start with revision, or new lecture (depending on the day). During revision, I will take a break after every 'section' (for example: vocab practice - break - sentence practice - break - revision review). If I'm starting a new lecture, I will usually take a break every 45 minutes, to mimic the classroom schedule I had when I was in school. Usually I will do my Duolingo lecture on the to, during my break, or before bed.

Afternoon shift: I try to wake up around 9, and I do my Duolingo practice while having breakfast. After that I do my revision/new lecture, and I try to study until at least 11-11.30. After work I will do some more revision, and get ready for bed.

I always spend my evenings on call with my partner, so I will also use that time to ask for help with grammar or pronunciation.

This routine helps me, BUT, there will always be days when I don't feel like doing anything, especially is work has been extra tiring that day. Then I will just do my Duolingo daily quests, and if I'm feeling like it, some vocab review.

It's okay to not be okay, if you feel like you need a break, please take some time for yourself. There is always tomorrow, or even next week. Go easy on yourself ♡

2. Make your free time count

With work and studying, it's easy to forget about your hobbies and social life. To avoid the burnout, try to fine some time every day to do what you enjoy (drawing, reading, gaming etc.) Even if you spend more time on your hobbies than studying, that's okay.

Another thing I do is take a few minutes every say to tidy up around my room. Somehow ( no idea how), trash such as papers quickly acclimate in my room, so if I don't deal with trash on a daily basis, it eventually turns into a depression room. And those are nearly impossible to deal with for me.

Make sure to keep in touch with your friends, too! I try to go out at least once a week, and sometimes turn that coffee into a study session. Those often help me stay focused, and we also talk about the material while studying.

3. Mental health matters more than your studies

I often see posts that romanticise 'working until you drop', sleep deprivation, caffeine overdose and similar. Please, please, PLEASE, take care of yourself! I used to be that way in high school, and sure, passing my classes with an A, felt amazing, but you know what didn't? Suffering a complete burnout, mental breakdown, and major issues with physical health, all withing less than six months. All due to overworking myself in highschool, all due to not taking care of myself. Remember, you can always retake the exam, or redo a year; you cannot redo your life.

When I'm feeling a burnout coming, I make sure to take a day or two just for myself; no studying, to revision, just me and myself. On those days you can do whatever makes you feel happy, relaxed and content. I usually watch a few episodes of a show, spend some time playing video games, and spend some time outside. Especially if it's a nice day outside, try to catch a few rays of sunshine every day, and especially if you're not feeling well (don't forget to wear sun protection!)

These are the tips that help me now, but most of these I couldn't really implement while I was in high school. I will do another post on how I studied before (over 5 years ago 🫣), and how I raised my grades. I'm also planning on writing (and maybe illustrating) about the way I study now, including taking notes and revising.

[myimaginedcorner]

SCALES OF JUSTICE - CHAPTER 8 UPDATE!!!

Hello again, my dearest readers! It hasn't been too long, this time. As promised, here I am with a new update, one that I hoped to make quick and small, but that resulted to be, as usual, a standard chapter. Oh well, these are better news for you: Chapter 8 is now available to play!! With it, we officially set ourselves to see the finish line, for Chapter 9 will be the next and LAST chapter in this book. One final push, one final battle, and everything will move to clear and clarify. Will you prevail, will you fight back to back, or will you see the cracks grow wider under your feet? The time of answers nears us - choose wisely.

I'm also noticing a new pattern in my update schedule, where I'm becoming awfully good at releasing chapters on a Monday... which isn't the brightest of my ideas. I only have another try, but I'll attempt to make it more reasonable.

As usual, I welcome any feedback, specially now that my beta-tester is quite occupied with her MSc (still a strong woman in STEM, still a prisoner to her project and her university. We shall remember her dearly). If you have any issues, recommendations, or comments in general about my work, feel free to text me here or make a post in CoG forum, where I will be answering you to the best of my capabilities. I tried my best to bring this update quickly - I checked for bugs, but I'm always very grateful for any help!

NEW THINGS IN THIS UPDATE:

Dine with Silver Demon, a man who's taken an odd interest in you.

Prepare to rest, and share the last moments of the passing day with someone... or with yourself.

Softlock available for TWO of the romance routes, and hardlock available for ONE of them. Will you choose to involve yourself in games of heart?

Number of saves increased from 3 to 5 slots.

Chapter 5 clothing options expanded - now, more choices are available to suit you best.

Chapter 8 is 63k words long. Some Sleepover scene routes might feel shorter than others, but all of them have overall around 8-10k worth of words between all choices. Replayability and length of playthrough vary from route to route!

KNOWN BUGS:

Sometimes, the image for Chapter 5's title doesn't appear at the beggining of the chapter. I'm unsure why, and thus the bug still persists.

DEMO DESCRIPTION AND USEFUL LINKS:

Scales of Justice is a fantasy game situated in another world, far away from Earth. There are plenty of species living together in harmony, but the human race is currently split in two civilisations: the one known as Hero kingdom, which is ruled by ‘heroes’, and the one named Vannais kingdom, controled by ‘villains’. Both nations hate each other and the fight between ‘heroes’ and ‘villains’ here is something that happens on a national level. The game is focused on lore, on character development and your own perception of the world: perhaps, your MC just wants to live a peaceful life... or maybe wants to save the world.

Or even rule it, if you’re into such things.

If you want to know a little more about this project and read 8 chapters, I'll leave the link to the game here -> https://dashingdon.com/play/myimaginedcorner/scales-of-justice/mygame/

If you want to discuss anything on CoG's forum, I'll leave the link for SoJ here -> https://forum.choiceofgames.com/t/wip-scales-of-justice-new-project-announcement-and-demo-release/101088/16

If you want to send me a more extensive feedback, here's my email -> feedbackscalesofjustice@gmail.com

Any mistakes, concerns or questions you have, feel free to contact me through Tumblr! I am very excited to share this story with all of you, and I want to make it as good as possible with your help!

RO DESCRIPTIONS:

Shoren/Seile -> Heir to the throne in Hero kingdom, where your journey starts. Also, your old friend who is very attached to you. Likes to read and practices magic, enjoys adventure and heroic deeds. A recognised “Hero”, with blonde curly hair, pale skin and a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

Robert/Reina -> Order's Paladin, defender of Hero and Knight of Fate itself. Brave and honourable, determined to protect the people of the kingdom. Very loyal to friends and very dangerous as an enemy. Has short brown hair, tanned skin and an athletic build.

Valerius/Venis -> An Outworlder, who was caught by cultists from the Wicked Woods. Gracious, elegant and charismatic. Has long dark brown hair with a silver streak, olive skin and golden eyes.

Arion/Aria -> Leader of Vannais, a recognised “Villain” who escaped from Hero and now rules the enemy kingdom. Serious, reserved and temperamental. Doesn’t like to stay behind hiding in the castle, thus always personally appears in battlefields and negotiations. Has short blonde hair, pale skin and greenish eyes.

Be careful! These characters have their thoughts and opinions on the world and your actions: if you want them to support you, convince them or take their side… or neither. That is your choice after all!

[tomicaleto]

13 books

I was tagged by @kingdomvel, we're ignoring my lateness on these games as usual

What’s up readers?! How about a little show and tell? Answer these 13 questions, tag 13 lucky readers and if you’re feeling extra bookish add a shelfie! Let’s Go!

1) The Last book I read:

There isn't a last in itself because I haven't finished reading the ones on my "currently reading" answer :P

2) A book I recommend:

Los árboles mueren de pie by Alejandro Casona (it's actually a play and I got to see interpreted years ago but my first contact with the story was reading it)

3) A book that I couldn’t put down:

The Kingkiller Chronicle ones! My god they were salvation during highschool years

4) A book I’ve read twice (or more):

Emma and Pride and Prejudice lol

5) A book on my TBR:

Plato's Critias (I know it's not finished but I don't care) and several stories by Horacio Quiroga (I bought the Anaconda one recently hehe)

6) A book I’ve put down:

The Silmarillion, I was young when I started it and decided to begin with that one before Lord of the Rings but I kept getting lost and I wanted to read Lord of the Rings and then I never picked it back up (didn't help that it was a borrowed book lol)

7) A book on my wish list:

Well I thought it didn't exist since she had passed away on 2018 but they did write it based on her notes so now it's on my wish list: Liliana Bodoc's Tiempo de dragones: Las crónicas del mundo

!!!!!! I read the first two books and was prepared to have the story unfinished but this is a happy event! Apparently her son and daugther finished the story so now I'm excitedddd

8) A favorite book from childhood:

An adaptation for children of 20,000 Leagues Under the Seas, I have it somewhere and the illustrations are to this day incredible

9) A book you would give to a friend:

As in as a gift? Because if it's lending books I've got no issue doing so but gifting one of my actual books would be much harder hahaha. Maybe one of the Earthsea ones so they get to read them too!

10) A book of poetry or lyrics that you own:

An anthology of Oliverio Girondo's poems (my beloved)

11) A nonfiction book you own:

My university Greek manuals hahaha

12) What are you currently reading: Non-fiction? Dinosaurios y Pterosaurios de América del Sur. Fiction? The High Republic: The Rising Storm and Plato's Timaeus

13) What are you planning on reading next? I need to get back to my academic reading to prepare for finals so that's probably next for non-fiction reading. For fiction I'm either gonna reread The Kingkiller Chronicle books or start the other High Republic book I have hehe

No pressure tags (I don't even know if I can reach 13 people lol)

@grapenehifics @tideswept @delphissoracle @elbiotipo @conobarco @sendpseuds @seddenostalgia @thischapstickaddict @berry-s0da @bisexual-space-cowboy @messigoku @azover @thisisnotjuli

[romanscool]

here's everything you need to know about me!

hi! my name's roman (she/they), and I'm a yapper. absolutely love to yap on here and on ao3, where I've only posted maxiel content yet (im a little obsessed with them.)

I've sorted everything for y'all to find what you want to find in four categories: 1- WORKS, 2- WIPs (work in progress), 3- TUMBLR FICS, 4- TAGS

1- WORKS:

which could mean nothing (but does it ever?): completed

-> F1 RPF - Max Verstappen/Daniel Ricciardo - Rated: E - 90k

« Wanna dance Maxy? » Daniel lets out in a breath. He’s panting, body overworked from dancing after a full day’s of racing, and the sound is sweet to Max’s brain. Makes him want to hear it again. OR - Max trying to cope with the feelings he's been developing for Daniel since 2016.

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8, chapter 9, chapter 10, chapter 11, chapter 12, chapter 13, chapter 14, chapter 15, chapter 16, chapter 17, chapter 18

a whisper of what once was: completed -> F1 RPF - Max Verstappen/Daniel Ricciardo - Rated: E - 9k Max likes that he’s been noticing little things about Daniel everyday. He feels a bit like a creep, like he’s keeping a little journal of everything Daniel does, but. He still does it. He’s been noticing Daniel has a little routine when it comes to brushing his teeth. It’s usually pretty normal while he does the brushing, besides the violent rage he inflicts on the bristles, but it’s after that it gets fun. Daniel always shakes the water two times in his mouth before spitting it out. He rinses the sink three times. Never uses a towel or anything to brush off the remaining toothpaste around his mouth, just kinds of passes his forearm over it hastily. Max has to clean him a second time often. He kisses the white spots like they were never even here today, too. It just feels weird that he’s allowed to do that in the bathroom he’s used since before he can remember. OR some fluffy post 'which could mean nothing' max and daniel spending christmas in the netherlands 1 chapter: a wcmn (bdie?) epilogue

dinner is served : WIP

-> F1 RPF - Max Verstappen/Daniel Ricciardo - Rated: E - 5k

Max blinks a couple times. Doesn’t answer. Just dives right in, licking stripes across Daniel’s pussy like it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted to do in her life. « Fuck, Max-, not even-, » It’s hard to come up with a joke when Max fucking Verstappen is eating you out, but Daniel kind of feels lie she has to. She’s still feeling lingering nervousness at this being her first time ever with another girl. « not even gonna take me out to dinner first? »   Max pulls off. She grins a little. « This is dinner. » and just laughs. Daniel does too. This is stupid. She should’ve seen it coming. It’s such a bad joke but Daniel can see Max’s abs contracting under the little layer of fat, and her tits bounce a bit, in a mesmerizing up and down that’s definitely turning Daniel on, and she’s glad Max’s eyes are closed because if they weren’t she would probably be able to see slick dripping down Daniel’s pussy.   « Yeah, okay. » Daniel’s back hits the bed. It makes a creaky hotel-room-bed sound. « Knock yourself out, then. »

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3

2- WIPs

this is new to me, too:

-> F1 RPF - Max Verstappen/Daniel Ricciardo - Rated: E

tags: teen!maxiel, high school band AU, trans!max

basically, just some cute shit and what ifs including maxiel meeting when they were teens in an alternate universe where they both sign up for band,,,

which should mean nothing (but it always does):

-> F1 RPF -Max Verstappen/Daniel Ricciardo - Rated: E

tags: idiots in love (yes that's maxiel), unreliable narrator (that one is all daniel though), mental health issues, miscommunication, angst with a happy ending

3- TUMBLR FICS

this can all be very neatly found in this tag: tumblr fic

4- TAGS

i have PLENTY of tags, but here are a couple that are pretty symbolic to me,,,

teeth, fic rec, fanart rec

that's all, thanks so much for taking an interest in my blog!! enjoy

lots of love, roman <3

[jerzwriter]

6 and 2 for Tobias and Casey and 3 and 7 for Trystan and Carolina.

Hey Nonny! Thanks so much for the asks! From this generator.

Tobias x Casey:

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂OMFG Not me DYING that THESE TWO got this question! LOL OK - there is something to this thing! LMAO OK - on a scale of 1-10? They're both like a 43. What causes it to go up? Waking up? Go down? Passing out after sex. lol Like, seriously, one of the things that is incredible about them is their sexual compatibility - and the fact that they are freaking insane for each other 24/7 makes it all that much better. It doesn't take much for them to be ready. What makes it go down? Being very sick (not a little sick), being extremely exhausted (not a little exhausted), and a serious family issue/tragedy (not a minor one). lol I'm still cackling that I got this question for them! lol

Hmm. Good one. OK, Tobias TOTALLY has. I'm sure he did it in high school and college - probably to go make out (or more) or hang out with friends. He probably got in trouble, but he used his charm and that irresistible smile to get his way out of it - and it worked 9/10 times.

Casey? In high school? NEVER. She was a GOOD GIRL. In college? Maybe, on occasion, if it was for what she considered a valid reason. For Casey? That would likely mean attending a protest, or she scored tickets for an impossible-to-get Broadway show. I doubt she ever got into trouble, because it was done so infrequently and she was such an exceptional student otherwise.

Trystan x Carolina:

Ooooh. This is an interesting one for them. I think Trystan was likely tutored, and honestly, they just wanted to make sure he knew the things he had to know to be king. Academic excellence was not the goal. I think he's naturally intelligent, so he picked up on what he needed to know quickly and then used his charisma to get out of the rest. How did it impact him? Hard to say because he's led a life that is so extraordinarily different from the average person, but like most of his early life, it robbed him of the ability to find out who he truly was and what he really enjoyed. I think he only begins finding himself around the time he gets involved in the Hand of Mahra case.

I think Carolina was an excellent student, even though she didn't attend the best of schools. Understandably, her grades took a dive after the death of her father. This had a negative impact on her ability to qualify for scholarships, and as a result, she ended up attending Hostos Community College in the Bronx. That wasn't a bad thing, though; she truly applied herself there and ended up at John Jay College (part of the City University of NY). It may be a public institution, but it is one of the best criminal justice programs in the world, and that's where she attained her bachelor's degree. Like much of her life, adversity helped pave the way for future success for Carolina.

Oh, Trystan broke many, many hearts. Between the many in his homeland who had his posters on their walls growing up and the many people he dated during his playboy days who never stood a chance. I have not really worked out their relationship history (but I plan to do that soon), but I imagine there were at least one or two people who got their hopes up, never truly having a chance, while he was in New York. And I think he even breaks a heart, albeit inadvertently, after he's with Carolina. 👀👀👀More to come.

Carolina also broke some hearts but in different ways. She is very flirtatious and enjoys sexual relationships, but she's demiro and does not have romantic feelings for anyone unless she feels a very strong emotional connection to them. Throw in her fear of loss...she doesn't really want to allow herself to develop those emotional connections. She can be and is an extremely loyal friend. She did friends with benefits wonderfully, but neve had a desire to take it beyond that. The problem is she is also freaking incredible. Smart, witty, sexy as hell, so many of her dalliances hoped for more with her, and they never really stood a chance. So yes, there are broken hearts in her past, too.

Thanks so much for the asks, nonny!

[luvvixu]

i'll just answer them all cuz this has been on my draft for so longggg and if you all still want to know more, just do the number 36 and drop it on the "a penny for your thought" in my profile.

1. my nickname is luwisi (and my name is louise, btw)

2. my birthday just actually passed quietly, and it's on may 27

3. my longest relationship lasted for 1 year and 6 months (this actually happened on 2021-2022)

4. my favorite book is pride and prejudice by jane austen!!

5. im insecure of my weight :((

6. i've got a huge crush on these five male, namely; joshua hong from seventeen, finn wolfhard, jaemin from nct dream, alex turner, and avan jogia

7. OKAY SO I'VE REALLY LOVE THESE FIVE FEMALE CELEBS AND THOSE ARE; cate blanchett, kang hyewon former member of iz*one, gwen apuli from bini, anne hathaway, and giselle from aespa!!

8. my dream job is being a forensic psychologist

9. probably my biggest accomplishment so far is that i entered my dream university

10. my parents actually got my name while my mother is pregnant with me and they were strolling in a cemetery, saw two names and they combined it together—they liked it sm so here i ammmm

11. let's just take the month of may since the june was just starting. my high is that the school year ends with me being on the rank 8 out of 1,043 overall in our school and my low is my birthday.

12. i really want to go to canada and see the aurora borealis

13. to de-stress, i sleep, listen to music, and watch yt

14. i really love youtube, instagram, tiktok, tears of themis, and ofc roblox

15. i would like to describe myself in one sentence is "i need more money"

16. my face card never declines

17. i'm good at academics, specifically literature and writings

18. im bad at all sports but im do good in badminton

19. I ONCE LIED ABOUT MY AGE TO PROTECT MYSELF BUT ITS REAL THIS TIME LMAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAO

20. i've seen this a million times and this never fails to make me laugh, it's a fact that there's a species of fish called the "slippery dick" 💀💀💀

21. my cat knows me the best

22. my most prize possession is my cat—i just pick him on the streets and no thing or anything could replace that dude

23. my longest friendship is 12 years and we're still hanging out till this day.

24. i first feel like an adult when i prioritize the feelings and comfortability of others than mine (that was like when i was on third grade or eight years old)

25. yeahhhh, i once compete on a badminton tournament in our school and won bronze medal

26. i actually feel nothing at this moment

27. def a night owl

28. yes, i do believe in love at first sight

29. my fave lyrics atm is this verse from mind over matter by young the giant — "and when the seasons change, will you stand by me? 'cause I'm a young man built to fall."

30. for me, self-care is having a homeostasis in your body—in which i do not have lolololololololololol (BUT I DO A LOT OF SKIN CARE, HABITS, ROUTINES, AND I AM HAPPY WITH MY HOBBIES)

31. if im describing myself as a singers, then i'll be conan gray, alex turner, and clairo

32. i'm really nervous when someone text or chat me just by my name and without any context, like they would text me "louise" and i was like internally "WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO?!?!?!" yeahhhhh, so next time pls text me with context, it will really help me control my anxiety.

33. i have a lot of pet peeves and it will take me a long time to say it—i have anger issues.

34. i have a lot of things that will make me and it will take me a long time to say it—i have a soft heart.

35. im so sorry to say this but my first impression is that if they're annoying, approachable, and gay

Question Game

Are we tired of these yet?

What is your nickname?

When is your birthday?

What was your longest relationship?

What is your favorite book?

What is something you're insecure about?

5 Male celebrity crushes

5 Female celebrity crushes

What is your dream job?

What do you consider your biggest accomplishment?

What is a fact about you that nobody would believe?

What were your highs and lows for this last month?

Where is somewhere you'd like to visit?

How do you de-stress?

What are your favorite apps besides tumblr?

Describe yourself in one sentence.

What do you think makes you attractive?

What is something you're really good at?

What is something you're really bad at?

A time that you told a lie.

What's a totally random and useless fact that you know?

Who knows you the best?

What is your most prized possession?

What is your longest friendship?

When did you first feel like an adult?

Do you/ Have you played any sports?

How are you feeling right now?

Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Favorite song lyrics right now?

What does self care look like for you?

Describe yourself with 3 singers.

What makes you nervous?

What’s a pet peeve you have?

What will always make you cry?

What kind of first impression do you think you make on people?

Free Pass! (Ask any question you want that's not on the list)

[thefairyswan]

march 5th, 2025

𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓

sitting, swiping mindlessly left, appalled by how many disgusting men there are on my screen. i genuinely do not think i was meant to have seen these many in a lifetime, let alone 30 seconds. i switch over to the friend version. my body doesn't calm, i still swipe and feel a sense of dread. my one day off has turned into three as march swipes quietly through the bank accounts of rich and poor alike. do people not want to go out for dinner in march?

my period is coming up, i whisper to the garbage can, so littered with takeout that i have come to be concerned about the possibility of a binge eating disorder. my belly stretches so large that the fat melts away and only outer skin draped over inner skin appears. i remind myself i am just lactose-intolerant and my period is coming up.

why do i have such an issue with friendless-ness? i am completely content spending copious amounts of time by myself, until 9 months have passed, i have knit hundreds of useless items, and watched several impactful television shows. now all of a sudden i catch myself with three social events planned in a week, they all go great (of course, because it is not a flaw of mine that has caused my restlessness) (at least not a major flaw) and i am sucked back into the world of socialization beyond my coworkers and roommate. and now those people have left back to their lives. it is such a shame we aren't in the same city. how many times in my adult life will that notion be felt and similarly reciprocated? how do i reach stability outside of what i am always chasing after? a past, a potential future really, that i cannot, and will not, ever get back to.

jordan called me two weeks ago to hangout while she was in town, to my complete surprise, as i had just reached clarity on the whole newfrenchgirlfriendwithmyhaircutandmyvibeandproximitytohim thing (which i assumedly meant was the universe sending me a signal that he no longer exists outside a faint, but unremarkable, memory). and so i suddenly became very aware of the fact that not only is he still alive in some very remarkable sense, but his friends continue to think about me? whilst i've been trying to make myself scarce for the last several months? the only things racing through my head were stupid in hindsight--he must still talk about me. or at least someone within his proximity must think about me. what about his new girlfriend. what a power move that his dearest friend wants to know me better.

and so i went with her, and in a somewhat shocking turn of fate, it was not him at all i left thinking about, but her. i suddenly realized (something that i realize every several months) that my life is much bigger than this. he is really but a speck (whether he be important or not) in the much grander turn of events my life will take. i found myself enthralled by how great we got along, how similar our lives, how cosmically we connected, and for the first time in a very, very long time i knew that something good was upon me. and the strangest part was that i could sense, in a similar vein, that she felt something too. so we parted until she was back in the city at the end of her semester. i left feeling joyful, understood, extremely unsure of how i am to deal with a friendship so closely connected to a man i love deeply and painfully. i was very careful to only mention him in passing, as if he was someone i have hardly considered since june (as i am almost certain he does the same to me), and to this, i was rewarded most generously with information that i continue to dream and laugh about still.

you'll think i'm lying, that i'm blowing smoke out of your ass, but i swear to god, verbatim, that this was said. his roommate said, straight to his face, that he thinks the new girlfriend is boring, she doesn't get along with them right, how much he prefers YOU over her, how he wishes you guys would just get back together, even if its just to have someone interesting around.

oh and they broke things off a couple weeks ago.

i had to cup my mouth to not laugh out loud with glee. how pitiful! it was like something out of my wildest fantasies! me! me! now why was i ever feeling down about myself? i can look in the mirror again and say, yes, you, it will always be you. every boyfriend that has done even the slightest wrongs will never be happy. because he already had you. and how right i will be! my god, why was i ever doubtful about my worth and sense of love...reminder to not associate with people who bring you down...spring has started and my rainboots are covered in a new type of soil and muck. it is march and soon i will be in the wilderness with my two dearest friends. it is march and soon it will be april.

spring showers only come with blessings in the east.

𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓

[thebluntstudent]

a little introductory .☆•°. chaos babble #1

(Will be doing a few different types of blog posts and content here- when I want to vent current study progress for my own motivation in an informal rambling drabble, you can expect a chaotic babble. When I finally set up my blog theme, I'll create a little directory for post tags)

honestly this is an alt blog to give me some motivation to get my academic sh*t together once again so I can become the philosophy queenie I always wanted to be ~ so a little academic context (if you want more personal info then go stalk my main blog and excuse the fallout thirst):

For a whole load of reasons and context I don't need to provide, by the time I finished my first year of university at 20 in 2022, my mental health was at an all time low and a variety of family issues present at the time caused me to decide to take an interruption year.

I had for the first time in my academic history outright failed an exam despite revising for hours on the topic due to constantly feeling overwhelmed and not looking after myself physically due to over-commitment to societies and hall committee roles; I had also for the first time gotten to a point where I had missed handing in an essay completely- which for somebody who's self-worth had for my entire life been centred around my grades and academic abilities was a hefty blow to my self-efficacy.

I was intending to work on my mental health and begin to resolve my trauma on my interruption year, and up until April 2023 this was going quite well; I had begun volunteering at a group for adults with disabilities that my older brother attended, I was keeping up with my academic studies by exploring areas of philosophy I hadn't yet had the chance to without the time pressure or expectations an educational institute mandates, and was preparing eagerly for resits and deferrals from the end of my first year.

Between April 2023 and August 2023, I lost my last remaining grandparents, and one of the two cats I had grown up with. The grief also worsened existing family circumstances that had begun to heal slowly over the prior few years, and due to failing an exam that summer for a second time, once again having to defer an essay, and visiting a doctor about my anxiety a month before I was due to return to university only to be told 'well not much I can do when you're going to be 120 miles away in a few weeks'- I wasn't quite prepared to return in 2023 either.

As of writing this it is May 2024. I did a lot of mental healing through winter- and despite the fact I had to cope with a lot of chaos the first few months of this year, and despite the fact my hormones have been protesting agaimst me for the last two months in what so far is looking to be PCOS, I handed in my last remaining essay from year one and have one last exam to do, in seven days from now.

It is the only module I have failed to pass an exam for. It is the only thing left (well aside from the potential PCOS, and finding a place to live in London in this economy as a working class lass, sigh) between me and finally returning to my dream degree at a university I took an extra year at college to make sure I would get into- between me and breaking a chain, and defying a stereotype about broken homes and council estates. I have to remind myself of my motivations, so that when I am hopeless I remember what got me this far, and what I have left to prove. That is what this is all about.

where I am at right now, in this moment:

The topic is intermediate logic, and I hate that for me. I signed up without realising that however fabulous it is to be able to understand inductive reasoning through the power of symbols, this is essentially maths in disguise. It is for me the chocolate-covered sprout of the modules I chose: sweet on the surface, definitely good for you, but a stinky experience for the senses when you actually get into the thick of it.

I'm 2 out of 9 topics down in terms of reviewing content with active recall, and tonight I'm going to keep going for a couple of hours- I've not been able to sleep much more than 6 hours recently, so thankfully a couple late night study sessions are honestly a distraction from the general nuisance my body is hurling my way at the minute.

Plan for the next session is to get through at least one more topic review, two at a push depending on how long the first takes (so many formulas. so many.) and also to create a little reminder on my break for me and anyone out there in the void of ways to compromise study and self-care in less than ideal conditions <3

[elijahkelly]

9/18/2023

I have been thinking a lot about death lately. But before I get into that, I need to do a brief update of everything that has happened in the last ~month since I posted on here last.

We passed one month since Brennan died last week. It has gotten easier, but I don't go a day without thinking about him. Today the school did a student suicide statistics display in the drill field, where they laid a backpack out for every student who has committed suicide within some timespan. They do the demonstration every year, but it never hit as hard to me as it did today.

My food poisoning graduated into a long-term gastrointestinal issue. I was getting intense nausea randomly, throwing up, the whole nine yards. I was losing motivation, my mental health was declining (not to mention I couldn't keep my Prozac down so I was essentially being forced to quit cold turkey until I felt better). It was miserable and the closest I ever got to suicidal thoughts in a long long time. The campus doctor told me it could be Hep A, but after some testing they thankfully concluded that it wasn't. The issue lies in the fact that they found NOTHING wrong with me. So that remains a mystery to this day.

I have been having internal conflicts regarding where I stand with my friends, particularly Trent and Ozzy. It is no secret that they have quickly become my best friends, but I find myself having insecurities about the possibility of them liking each other more than they like me. I shouldn't care, because the fact remains that they love me and I love them and we all love each other, but I can't help but pick up on things between them that allude to them being closer to each other than I am to either of them. A small part of me thinks that they are on the verge of or secretly engaged in a relationship of some kind, which is wonderful, but if that is the case then why wouldn't they tell me? In all truthfulness, I think I would be a little bothered if they started dating. I understand why I shouldn't be bothered, because frankly its none of my business, but I feel like there would be that irrepressible feeling of resentment towards the two of them if that were to happen. Jealousy maybe? Not at their relationship as it exists romantically, because I have Dylan, but at the fact that their relationship is able to reach a level that I can never reach with them? I'm not sure, and to be honest trying to verbalize it is really confusing. All I know is I have some messed up biz going on that I need to figure out. I need to start utilizing the free counseling that my university offers because damn talk about emotional baggage.

I found the engagement ring. Well, let me be more specific. I found the box for the engagement ring. I didn't touch it or open it. That much I refuse to do. But I know where it is. I know it exists. I know Dylan has a plan. Holy shit. It doesn't feel real.

Anyways that's been the main stuff. If I remember anything I'll throw it in or mention it later. Now on to what I was saying earlier about death.

It feels like I have been bombarded by a series of ridiculous and difficult issues the last few months. Brennan's death, knocking my side mirror off my car, conflicts within my organization, my stomach issues, my mental health drastically declining, the list goes on and on. One thing just keeps coming up, though, and that's death.

Brennan's death was sorta a catalyst for all of this. I have never been struck more heavily by the uncertainty of life than his death. I haven't been able to go a day without paranoia that something's going to do me in at any given moment. To the extent that I have been planning my last rites. I worry that I'm going to die with nothing laid out for my people to follow.

I don't have as much privacy as I would like to be writing this.

Bye for now.

[ineedtherapist]

after like a week of inactivity i am going to bombard your ask with random things that are totally out of context i love gingers and i have an oc who is a ginger, and there's this boy at my school who looks just like him and everytime i see him i'm like that wojak meme who has his mouth opened and is pointing at something in the distance, and that boy doesn't know i am referring to him as my oc's name when i'm talking with my friends and he will never know.

once upon a time i woke up with a terrible stomach pain, like it was so painful i almost shed a tear, and i rarely cry. so i ran up to the bathroom and i passed out. when i gained conciousness i looked at myself in the mirror and i was pale as a ghost's butt cheeks. i left the bathroom and my mom is like "what happened" and i told her "eh, nothing much, just passed out" my dog was looking at me and i tried not to laugh, bcuz he has a dumb little face. so anyway, that day i stayed at home

when i was in preschool i had a crush on a boy who punched me in the guts, and my headcanon is that jotaro did the same when he liked someone when he was young

i was once writing a kny rp in which i totally lost my mind; so i live in poland, right? and me and my friends transformed bucci gang into a pathological polish family (i know it's about kny, but wait) and abbacchio was a king of the district and just a hobo in general. so i took him and just rammed him into demon slayer's universe and he was like... an alcoholic demon sage who helped the entire gang defeat astro-people, who were mostly based on teachers at my school and a few problematic people. you know, just for giggles. abbacchio's (we were calling him "boadicea" back then) power was to create an alcohol barrier and everything was just like... what the frick's happening

ALCOHOL BARRIER-

u really can't take abba seriously can you 💀

but ngl it fits him a lot.

WDYM 'eh nothing much I just passed out' like bro?? why?? how?? spill the tea homie. 😋

I'm counter attacking urs out of context with mine now cuz LMAO THIS IS SO FUN TO READ

Back when I was 15 I used to make a whole verse of psychological horror AU based on my teachers n bestie.

my teachers are like.. in their 40's/50's💀

BRO DON'T BLAME ME, MY BESTIE HAVE DADDY ISSUES AND SHE ALWAYS FALL FOR OLDER PPL NOT YOUNGER THAN 30 EVEN NOW.

So I was like well- why don't we make a spinoff of that. So we got like the whole verse set up. character development, angst, fluff, horror you name it. We even make headcannons and ship. mind you, I haven't discover tumblr yet and doesn't even realize what I'm doing lol.

It's basically just me making ocs and lores to indulge my bestie in her endless crushing for dilf till now

WE ALSO PUT A CHARACTER INSPIRED BY OUR COUNTRY MINISTER IN THERE AND YES, MY BESTIE HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM TOO 👹

One of me and my bestie pretty close friend are one of the main cast but she never know and we never tell her to this day 👍

spoiler : she die in s1

Ever since I was 13, I'm actually subconsciously fixated on blondie 💀

fictional-wise that is.

it's either cuz they're too hot for no reason or they just fit into my preferences a lil bit too much.

HOLY COW I JUST REALISE SPEEDY IS ALSO A FCKIN BLOND-

There are a few more blond I use to like but those are the dark times, we don't talk about it. 💀

Back when I was 9 I almost lose my thumb and index finger cuz my dumb ass of a kid think I'm old enough to cut sugar canes with my gramps machete without being supervised by adults. cry a lot.

When I was 10, me and my cousin pretend we're forming a band. We're sitting at my gramp self-build resting hut (??) with self-made slide 😎

So as I was guitaring the broom on top of a fcking ladder in the hut with my cousin whose sitting on the floor, I cutely fell off the ladder and twist my wrist. doesn't cry but it hurt af bro 🌚

I used to have 3 cats, one die. been 6 years since that day. pick up a new one 2/3 years ago. they fight a lot lol cuz the other two are sibs and the new bb kinda invading their territory. doesn't fight as much nowadays tho. still remember my bb girl from 6 years ago a lot cuz she's the sweetest out of all 4 and she isn't here anymore :)

[prinxlyart]

Beforehand, I'm sorry for not giving you a rest xDU -.-U: So, you mentioned begorr that Emira and Viney considered having children but Emira was reluctant because of her (not-redeemed) parents. I would like know their point of view then AND after the Blight parents redeemed themselves

Ooof this is a toughie. Hmmmmm let’s see

I think the question was first brought up on accident, yknow, by like a complete stranger trying to make nice conversation in all the wrong ways. Like, maybe Amity still, after all these years, loves to read to kids at the library. She’s good at it, the kids love her, and she doesn’t have to worry about anything except making sure those kids have a good time.

And maybe it’s during one of those reading sessions that Emira and Viney also happen to be in the library researching something when they pass by the Kiddie Corner and see Amity reading to those kids and they both hide behind a bookcase and just coo at how adorable the sight is. After a minute they start to get comfortable watching Amity read to the kids and they both have warm goofy smiles on their faces until suddenly someone comes up next to them and whispers “they’re so cute, aren’t they?” And they see what looks like one of the kid’s parents next to them also watching the story telling. Emira and Viney agree, it’s probably the cutest thing in all of the Boiling Isles (certainly the most wholesome). Then this parent whispers again, “which one’s yours? Mine’s the little guy with the horns.” And Viney and Emira just freeze because oops, they’ve been mistaken as parents. They both blush and stammer for a bit and explain they’re actually just related to the story-teller and the parent apologizes and they day continues. But that interaction is on both of their minds for the entire rest of the day.

Viney’s never considered kids seriously before; she has her beasts to take care of and those usually aren’t kid-friendly. But she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about teaching children about how to handle different kinds of creatures. Besides, she’s also a Healing witch, (most) any damage can be patched up with a quick spell. But teaching kids and actually raising one are two totally different things. And the interaction from the library had left her feeling strangely warm all the rest of the day. Would she be okay with actually having kids with Emira? Maybe. That answer by itself is already scary enough - they’ve only been married for less than a year, but that doesn’t stop the misunderstanding from the library from making her feel warm and fuzzy and a little bit giddy.

In the meantime, Emira’s having a silent meltdown within her own head. All alarms are going off like a Shale Hail storm was rampaging through her mind. Her, a mother? She’d spent her entire life trying to get away from her own mother; she couldn’t even begin to imagine herself in that role. Her thoughts were racing the entire day following the library incident and it left a gross feeling in her chest and a queasiness in her stomach. She didn’t even know if she really liked kids let alone liking them enough to want one of her own. And what if she fucks it up just like her parents did??? She and Viney are just getting their Service Creature business off the ground - she is not about to be an absent mother like her own to focus on her work. That thought alone is enough to keep her feeling slightly off-kilter the entire rest of the day.

I think they talk about it that night in great length; their fears, their concerns, their dream-scenarios, Emira’s parents. That’s when the convo gets especially hard as Emira’s stutter starts making it more difficult for her to articulate herself before she just breaks down entirely. Viney reassured her that they don’t have to make any decisions right that instant, it’s just a thought they’d both been plagued by all day. They could have that conversation again when they felt they might be ready for it.

Of course the following year and a half is a whirlwind of helping Amity get hitched to her girls and messy makeups with the Blight parents. And even after that giant wedding is over, Alador and Odalia are still learning how to make amends and it puts Emira in a weird headspace. Not to mention she’s concerned about her twin brother living alone. He hates being alone. He was the one that insisted he move into a single-room apartment but that doesn’t stop Emira from worrying over her twin. She still had a hard time wrapping her head around the whole aromantic thing, especially since she knew Edric thrived off being around other people.

She was especially worried now that they’ve been trying to repair their severely broken relationship with their parents; they’ve both been a little emotionally turbulent. They took Camilia’s suggestion of seeking out a therapist (as a human healer she doesn’t need to worry about the magic side of things and they consider her quite practical as a result. Also, she’s Luz’s mom and is basically the best woman in the world, of course they’d take her advice).

I think it takes several years of the Blights all working hard to fix their family relationship before Viney brings up how one of their clients had asked about a kids class; maybe a single session where they go over the basics of different creatures and how to approach them (if you should even approach them at all) before allowing them to try on one of the more docile creatures they have. I think she tries to bring it up as casually as possible; I think ever since that first conversation they had, Viney’s kinda tiptoed around the concept of kids in general around Emira.

They’d talked about her fears and what caused her to meltdown during that first conversation of course, and they talk about how therapy has been working for Emira and her family. But Viney hasn’t brought up them having their own kids since that first conversation, even though she’s been feeling a hint of longing in the depths of her heart recently as she watches parents interact with their own kids (of course sometimes that’s exactly what also stifles that longing - there are some parents that look dead on their feet with their screaming child throwing a tantrum on the ground).

But they discuss the idea of hosting a weekly or monthly class for kids without issue and Viney just waits....I think until maybe the following night to bring up the idea of being parents themselves again. And I think it still scares Emira absolutely shitless. She doesn’t break down the way she did the first time but she does start going into brief panic spirals before Viney pulls her out of them. Viney reassured her that again, they don’t need to decide anything right then and there, it’s just something she’s been thinking about recently.

I think Emira takes the thought to therapy with her and she and her therapist really work through what’s bothering her about the concept of her being a mother. And it takes a while. Like, several months. But in that time, Emira’s slowly warming herself up to the idea of being a parent. She constantly reminds herself that she isn’t going to behave like her parents had. She’s not going to get too tired of them and wave them away or push expectations onto any child of hers by the time they’re 6. She’s going to love whatever child they might have with her entire heart. She’s still scared.

I think her actual breakthrough is with a conversation with Camila and Eda. They’re both Luz’s moms (kind of? Mostly? In everything but like, legal documents? Like Eda’s 9/10’s of the way there so she’s basically Luz’s mom) and Emira’s witnessed how much they both love Luz over the years that she’s known them. She wants to learn how to love any potential future kids like they love Luz. Hearing this actually shocks Camila and Eda; they’ve watched Emira grow up into an incredibly kind and caring witch - of course she’d be an amazing mother. But then they listen to her fears of falling back on her own parents’ shitty parenting tactics just because that’s what she grew up with and they reassure her that she’s not her parents.

Camila and Eda make their own points from their own perspectives. Camila describes how it felt like the universe was crashing around her when she found out she was pregnant with Luz. How she was frightened beyond anything that had happened in her life up to that point. She was a medical student!!! She didn’t have time to take care of a baby! But then she also couldn’t bring herself to terminate the pregnancy. She didn’t know why, but she was already deeply in love and attached to the little bundle of cells rapidly dividing in her uterus. The thought of being a part of such an impossible thing as creating an entirely new person was overwhelming and exciting. She somehow convinced herself that she could handle it. She’s a hard-working woman with probably too much pride to admit that she bit off more than she could chew, but she felt like she had something to prove.

Camila explains how emotionally tumultuous she’d been in the following....probably 5 years? There were times when she could turn her thoughts off and just focus on what was important: making sure the baby was taken care of and making sure she got all her homework done on time. But then there would be moments of peace and tranquillity where her only concern was making sure Luz didn’t hurt herself while she played where her emotions would take over like a tsunami. Ironically enough, Luz would always notice, even as a baby, and motion for her mom to pick her up so she could snuggle into her mom’s neck in her version of a hug. Camila would try to hold back her tears in those moments, but whenever Luz raised her arms up at her with a frown on her face, her heart would warm up so much it felt like it was nearly on fire and those tears would just start flowing freely. Luz loved her and she loved Luz and that was enough for Camila to know she’d made the right choice for her life and to keep pressing forward.

She worried every single step of the way that she was doing something wrong (whether or not she had a partner/family members/friends helping her) and nothing rocked her world more than being introduced to the Demon Realm after thinking her daughter had been somewhere else entirely for a whole summer.

She had wrestled with that for months afterwards; the guilt that she hadn’t done more to help Luz thrive in her own home the way she did on the Boiling Isles. That somehow it was her fault for not being able to magically make everything work in her daughter’s favor. That she maybe could’ve somehow singlehandedly change the entire system to benefit Luz the way it did the other kids so she wouldn’t have felt so lost and alone that she needed to go to the Demon Realm to feel like she belonged somewhere.

It had taken several talks with Eda (after they stopped hating each other) for her to accept that she had done everything she could with what she had. None of it was solely her fault, but she probably could’ve listened to Luz’s unspoken/misunderstood needs more carefully.

She emphasizes to Emira that the most important thing to take away from all of that is that no matter what happens, she just needs to love and provide for her child as much as she possibly can. And to always listen to them; they won’t always know how to articulate their needs so it’s up to the parent to help them figure it out. Love and patience, which she notes that Emira has plenty of.

Eda’s perspective is vastly different because she didn’t even consider being a mother for the large majority of her life until suddenly there was a teenager camping out in a spare room in her house that she used for miscellaneous storage. And it wasn’t something that happened overnight either; she didn’t just wake up one day and think “today’s the day I’m going to start loving Luz as if she was my own daughter”, like, that thought literally never crossed her mind. It really didn’t hit her just how much Luz meant to her until the first instance with Belos; Luz being kidnapped by Eda’s own sister and nearly dying kinda makes you really think about how important a person is to you. She didn’t realize how much Luz being in her life made her feel like she was part of a family until Luz said so just before she was sent to be petrified. It took Luz saying it point blank to her face with tears in her eyes while Eda was essentially on death row for it to click in her head that she loved Luz like a daughter. That she would do anything to keep her safe and happy.

And as un-versed as she is in being an actual mom, she was relatively well-versed in how to handle Luz as a teenager because she saw so much of herself in her. She didn’t have the previous 14 years of Luz’s life coloring her opinions and expectations of her; all she saw was a young, weird girl that wanted nothing more than to learn magic even though all odds were stacked against her. Eda emphasizes that as kids become teenagers, it’s important to treat them with respect and to let them know their voices are heard.

A parent may want to hide them away so they can be safe from the world, but then they’ll never grow. She idly comments how she just treated Luz how she would’ve wanted to be treated at her age: like an equal. Eda emphasizes to Emira that respecting children is a huge part of being an effective parent, at least in her experience.

Emira takes all of this in stride; thanks to her siblings and their friends, she’s learned a lot over the years about how to be a kind and compassionate witch. She returns to Viney that day feeling infinitely better about the concept. Now it’s just a matter of discussing whether or not they’re ready in every other aspect besides emotionally.

Eventually they get there. It takes some encouragement from Edric and Amity (and by extension, Luz and Willow) as well as Jerbo and Barcus (between them, Edric and Gus? This kid will have the coolest uncle-squad ever), but Emira and Viney do find a point in their lives where they’re excited and ready about having kids.

Again, I’m not one for coming up with fan kids. Far too many possibilities. Last time I made fan kids was maybe ten years ago so I’m super rusty anyway. But I know for a fact that any children they have had essentially a small army of adults ready to love them. How would they get those kids? Again, far too many possibilities. Maybe one or both of them are trans and capable of biological reproduction! Maybe they decide to go the Magic Route! Maybe they adopt! I truly don’t know. All I know is that once they are ready to have kids, they’re so fuckin hyped it’s all they can think or talk about for months until they finally have one. And they will love that child so fiercely, that child will never feel for even a moment that they’re unloved.

(All grandparents involved are over the moon; the Blight grandparents actually cry for like an hour straight the first time they meet their first grand baby and spoil them like nothing else; Viney’s parent(s) don’t cry as much as the Blights, but they do cry a lot and are the kind of grandparent(s) that secretly try to give that kid their first sip of (boiling isles equivalent) soda, candy, etc., just to give Viney and Emira a hard time. Eda and Camila [and Willow’s dads] are honorary grandparents that also love and adore this kid.)

[quirkdotcom]

Hey everyone !! I am super excited to post this as part of a collab with my fellow members of BNHA Sanctuary! The prompt was " _____ is concerned bc (y/n) isn't sleeping." I chose Izuku Midoriya as my character because he needs a little more love ! So I hope everyone enjoys! Don't forget to check out the other collab writers fics too !!

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Technically, Midoriya wasn't supposed to have anyone over in his dorm, even in college he had tried to follow that rule knowing that if he didn't, Iida would probably find out and scold him, but as he flipped over and looked just above your shoulder, his All Might themed alarm clock read out "4:12AM" with red numbers, and he gave a small sigh.

Tonight was one of the first nights that you had been able to sleep before 5am, but the reason was unknown. Midoriya had asked you plenty of times, each time you resulted in you shaking your head vigorously and eyes watering until he just hugged you tightly, saying that you would find another time to talk about it. 

Slowly, scooted closer to you, wrapping an arm around your side, pulling you closer to him.  

The movement, which Izuku had thought he was being slow with, actually woke you up. You blinked a few times before turning and nuzzling into his chest, quietly mumbling, "Are you awake Izu?"

"I'm definitely sleeping…are you awake (Y/n)?" 

You hummed, starting to wake up more now, "A little bit," Yet despite your words, you didn't make any effort to move, "What time is it?"

"4:14 in the morning," he responded, pulling back a little so he could look at you

Slowly you sat up, pulling yourself free from his grasp, suddenly wide awake. 

"Baby?" He sat up next, eyeing you slightly as growing concern seeped in. 

You looked back to him, offering up a smile, "Don't worry Izu, I'm still tired enough to sleep," 

He seemed to relax some, the tension slowly leaving his body, "I'm glad then, because I think it's too early to get up for the day, and that's coming from me of all people,"  he then proceeded to lay back down, hugging the comforter to his chest

You laughed lightly, then paused, letting out a heavy breath, "Hey Izuku, I owe you an explanation, I shouldn't make you worry all the time and have to have me over in your dorm like this," 

Again, he sat up, scooting closer to where you were sitting, "Whatever the reason is, I'd be happy to help you over and over again, okay?" 

You nodded, leaning against him, glad to have that reassurance of support. 

"Well...my quirk has some nasty side effects…" You paused, closing your eyes and allowing the shadow like mass begin to rise from your body. 

It was a lot like Tokoyami's dark shadow in the sense that it was almost another being but attached to you. It could take a multitude of shapes, and most items couldn't pass through it, rather instead would get stuck to it. 

Most of the time you used it to create a large beast of sorts, and it only grew stronger from the fear or unease of your opponents. 

However it's main and personal drawback was arguably the worst. 

"When I don't use my quirk enough, it turns on me in my dreams…well nightmares. The Mass as I call it, separates from me and chases me down. In the end it envelops me and...well I start to suffocate. So I've been staying up late to try and put off the dreams as long as I can," 

In the dark of the room, your quirk was even more unsettling. It looked to be wriggling around, crawling amongst the edges of the room. But the one area it wouldn't go near, was the spot where Midoriya sat. 

Instinctively he wrapped his arms around you, feeling your trembles.  He thought for some time about what you had said until finally, he knew what the root of this issue was. 

"(Y/n) my love, don't let it feed off you," 

You turned at his comment, looking up to him, his oddly calm demeanor throwing you off guard. Normally, most people tended to draw back from you and your quirk, but Midoriya never did.  

"You said that your quirk grows stronger when people are scared or uneasy, and I think that it applies to you as well. It's easily taken over the whole room by now. " 

As you looked to the room, watching as the Mass would slink around the room, at times catching a ray of moonlight, seemingly drowning the light in itself. 

The longer you looked, the more it started to grow, your heart raced, you couldn't find a spot for your eyes to stop, they just kept looking. No one spot in the room was safe from it's grasp. 

Before you could fall further into its depths, two arms circled around your waist, pulling you close, "(Y/n)...you're safe…" 

All at once, the mass receded, leaving the room as it was before. 

With that, you laid down, pulling Izuku with you. While you didn't fall asleep very fast, you still knew that you'd be able to come back tomorrow to try again. 

And you did. You continued to do so for about a week, every night repeating as it had been the first night of that week. 

You still got hardly any sleep, and were starting to fall behind in both your classes and your training. In fact, there would be times where he would catch you fighting the urge to doze off while just hanging out with friends. 

Midoriya found himself asking for the help of your best and closest friend.

"Hey, Tanako, can I ask you something?" 

The water vortex hero-in-training looked up, as she was currently focusing on a book, "First, Midoriya, you can call me by my first name by now, but what's up?" 

"Ah sorry Katsumi…" he gave a sheepish smile and took a seat across from the brunette, "You know how (Y/n) stays up all the time? I've been trying to help them but...nothing is working," 

Katsumi dog eared a corner to her book, closing it as she hummed, "Well, when we were younger, we used to sleep in forts, and had lights strung up so that it wasn't so dark," she met brown eyes to his green ones, "I'm not sure if it would work now...but I think it's worth a shot. " 

Izuku nodded, standing back up, "I'll need to get some lights then..and figure out a good setup for a fort, Thanks Katsumi ! Have fun reading!" 

He started to walk away but didn't get too far before your friend called back out to him.

"Oh and Midoriya, thank you. We've all gotten pretty worried for (Y/n)," 

He nodded, turning back and going over his plan in his head. 

His first stop would be the store, finding some fairy  lights to hang up. He also decided to buy a few extra blankets, and another pillow. 

With that being done, he headed back to the university dorms, making his way to his own and luckily for him, he had some time before you were supposed to come over. 

He started to move things around, pulling the bed over towards the window, and his desk to the other wall. From there, Izuku started to round up all his extra blankets, grabbing extra tacks to hold them up. 

What took up the most of his time was the fact that he couldn't settle on a good way to have the blankets and the overall shape of the fort, after all he only had so much room to work with. 

In fact, he was still working on putting up the blankets by the time you had let yourself into his dorm. 

"Uh..Izuku?"

Midoriya jumped lightly, and turned around to face you, a blush spreading across his face as he realized he had been caught, "Uh..surprise?" 

You took a moment to look around his dorm, noticing the changes in where your bed was, and where he was currently sitting, blankets in hand. 

"Are you...building a fort?" 

Despite all the evidence you had already seen, he quickly glanced around and hid the blanket behind his back, smiling embarrassedly, "I uh...I was..I mean yeah but…" 

But to his surprise, you barked out a laugh, letting your bag slide off your shoulders and to the floor as you made your way over to him, "That's cute ! Let me help!" 

And so, together you both figured out the best set up, easily hanging up the blankets and lights, then using the rest of the blankets to create a comfy space on the floor underneath the fort. Midoriya pulled out his laptop, playing your favorite movie and starting it as you grabbed a few snacks. 

Once fully settled in, he wrapped his arms around you, and let you rest your head against his body. 

In his arms was perhaps the safest spot for you to be. He was warm, comfortable and you knew that you wouldn't have any troubles as long as he held onto you. In fact, you could hardly keep your eyes open in the moment. 

Within the next ten minutes you fell fast asleep. Izuku flicked his eyes to the clock in the corner of his laptop, smiling as he read that it was only around 9:38pm. H3 let out a small and content sigh, holding you a little tighter and closed his own eyes, getting ready to sleep, letting the movie play out in the background.

"I love you, (Y/n)..." he murmured, though you couldn't hear him, he was sure that you knew...and you did.