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fantasyvoidfish · 3 years

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Hi, you graduated from Mt. Allison, right? I'm currently a junior (though this school year's almost over) and I'm going into my last year of high school. I'm seriously considering Mt. A because 1) affordability and 2) it's got the fine arts/sciences degree. Basically: what was your time like there as a student in general? What were the best/worst bits about it? Sorry that this is out of the blue, but I need to start thinking about uni and I'm considering Mt. A a good bit.

Ppl keep sending me anonymous asks and I dO NOT CHECK MY ASKS ENOUGH so sorry for however late this is and that you probably won’t see the response.

I generally really liked my time at Mount Allison. I also went there 2012-2017 so it’s been a bit. I did the music program and drama so I was really entrenched in those departments and didn’t get out a LOT more than that so take my experience with that grain of salt.

I was never big into the residence/student life. A lot of it for me was like. This is how you can find friends maybe. Or this is how you can spend some time until you find friends, and then you’ll never want to do this events because they just don’t mesh with your vibe. Some people love campus events tho so. I may just be super introverted/quirky.

Living in residence has changed since I was there I’m sure, as most rooms are now singles/en-suite bathrooms and stuff. I totally would’ve preferred that. It sounds awesome. I did live in residence for 3 years and off campus for 2. Off campus living is essentially decided a year in advance but there are some nice spots, and compared to rent I had to pay later in my life, rent in Sackville is a beautiful cheap joke.

The professors I had (save for 1 crake fellow in drama) were AMAZING. Extremely supportive and progressive people. They want you to succeed and will typically offer you the opportunities to make that happen. I was also blessed with an amazing voice prof who is currently the dean of arts that I still feel like I could go to with anything. Legit she drove me and a friend to a Moncton hospital when we had a mental health emergency. I give that woman my eternal devotion.

I wish I could be of more help re: student life. But it’s just been too long since I’ve been there and the culture really does change with the students that are there, and the ones you surround yourself with.

But there are plenty of ways to get involved and explore your identity & whatnot. There were multiple avenues I could participate musically & dramatically at the school. I was in like two different choirs, band, Pep band, every musical with garnet&gold and one with the drama dept.

Overall. I really liked mta. I met my current best friends there. People I will love and cherish for the rest of my life. I had some bouts of depression/struggle that I ignored and fought through. But it was definitely not the worst I’ve experienced in my life and the support was available if I needed it, which is probably why I just suffered on my own. Better support system without professional intervention. (This being said mta is getting some Deserved Shit & claims rn because their uni provided resources have not been doing the right things.)

I can try and answer more specific questions and maybe direct you to better resources if you wanna send another non-anonymous ask. Or preferably a direct message or even like. Reach out on Instagram or Facebook or something.

#ask #answer #mta #mount Allison #sorry for the novel

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solei28 · 5 years

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Painting in the Park- Bucky/Reader One-Shot

You absolutely adore the Springtime in NYC. Trees are full green again, teeming with wildlife. Flowers of all kinds and colors littered the strangest of places, like between cracks in walls and n the sidewalk. People have an extra pep in their step and add to the array of colors from Mother Nature.

It is the perfect time to grab your canvas, easel, paints, brushes, and head out to the park. You love to set up in the middle of the lush greenery and just let your mind and hand wonder. More than a few of your successful paintings were created with this method.

Today was pleasantly warm with a soft breeze passing through every so often. Perfect. You gathered your art supplies and headed out the door. You had decided sometime last week that you would go to Sakura Park to create your first painting for Spring.

The park wasn’t far from your little apartment on 129th street, so you walked there. It was too beautiful of a day to deal with the stuffy MTA busses. Besides, you knew the scenery would help inspire your creative whimsy.

You made a quick stop at a corner store to grab some snacks and a drink before you got to Sakura Park. You were delighted to see that the park was mostly empty. There shouldn’t be too many distractions while you worked. You set up by a bench so you could sit when you needed a break. Once you were all set up, you looked around at the lush beauty surrounding you.

The trees are a must for this painting. Maybe, I’ll add some fantastical elements as well. You picked up a brush and let your hand move across the canvas. You were so consumed, that you didn’t even notice the stranger watching you in complete awe.

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After yet another sleepless night, Bucky had made his way to the kitchen, hoping to find something to ease his stomach. He found Steve in the kitchen making sandwiches.

“I woke you up again,” Bucky said gruffly. “Sorry.”

Steve looked at him with a soft smile. “You don’t have to apologize. This is exactly why I’m here, Buck.”

Bucky felt terrible that he would wake Steve up with his nightmares. Sometimes, Steve would have to come in and hold him down because his thrashing around would destroy his bed. Those nights were the worst. He would always attack Steve thinking he was from Hydra. If it wasn’t for the super soldier serum, he was sure he would’ve killed Steve by now.

Steve could see the pain in his friend's eyes. “Come on. Eat, it will help you feel better.”

Bucky wasn’t exactly hungry, but he wouldn’t refuse Steve’s offer. The man was up at 3 in the morning because of him. It was the least he could do. He nodded and sat down at the kitchen table after taking the plate Steve held out for him.

After a few moments of silence, Steve spoke. “We should head out in the morning. Some fresh air will do us both some good.”

Bucky thought about it as he chewed. He had been cooped up in their apartment for a few weeks now. He only went out when it was absolutely necessary to replenish food and toiletries. He didn’t feel comfortable out in the public.

“I don't know, Steve,” he began just to be cut off.

Steve knew he was going to try and find an excuse to stay home. “Bucky, you need to get out and get some sun. Staying locked away day in and day out is not helping you. In fact, I think it’s doing more damage than good. Besides, you won’t be alone. I’ll be with you.”

Bucky pouted knowing the blond was right and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Reluctantly, he nodded. “Fine.”

Steve beamed at him. “That’s the spirit, Buck. We’re going to Sakura Park.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow at him. “Where’s that and why do I feel like you’ve been planning this for a while now?”

“It’s on Riverside and I have been planning to get you outside. I was looking for a park we could go to and Sakura stood out. With Spring in full effect, I’m sure the cherry blossoms are a must see,” Steve said simply and took the last bite of his sandwich.

“You’re taking your sketchbook, right?” Bucky asked with a grin. He knew Steve really did want to get him out of the apartment, but he also knew that the artist needed a change of scenery.

“You know me so well.” Steve got up and took his plate over to the sink. “Try and get some rest, Buck. We are in for a long day.”

Bucky shook his head and groaned. What did this man have in store for him?

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When Bucky and Steve got to Sakura Park, they were surprised to see how empty it was on such a beautiful day. Bucky was glad it was empty. The fewer people he had to be around the better. Steve was in awe at the beautiful trees that were surrounding them.

They walked around, trying to find the perfect spot that inspired Steve. They finally did at a bench under a tree that faced Riverside Church. Steve didn’t waste any time breaking out his sketchbook.

Bucky sat back on the bench and scanned the area. He took in the trees, full of cherry blossoms, the flowers sprouting from the lush green grass around them. He watched squirrels dart out from behind trees and garbage cans looking for their next meal. There was a couple a few feet from them, walking their beagle.

“So, whatcha think, Buck?” Steve asked.

Bucky shrugged. “It’s quite.”

Steve shook his head and sighed. “Yeah, it is. The cherry blossoms are beautiful.”

Bucky looked around again and was stunned by the beauty that had just walked into the park. She had a large black tote bag on her shoulder, an easel under the same arm and a plastic bag in her other hand. “Beautiful,” he murmured.

Steve looked at Bucky curiously. Upon following his friend's gaze, he noticed what-no, who had grabbed his attention suddenly. He smiled fondly at Bucky but said nothing. He was happy to see him take an interest in another human that wasn’t him.

Bucky watched as she set up her easel and secured the canvas onto it. She pulled out some tubes of paint, brushes and a wooden palette from her tote bag. He admired the care she took setting her palette and the way she looked around at the trees. It reminded him of Steve and a smile tugged at his lips.

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You took a step back to get a better look at what you had on the canvas. You studied it intently, tilting your head from side to side. There was something missing, but you couldn’t figure out what. You frowned with a groan and took another step back.

“You’re really talented,” a soft voice said from behind you.

You yelped in surprise and spun around to see who was there. You could’ve sworn you were there alone. Now, there were 2 men sitting on the other end of the bench. And, not just any 2 men. Your eyes went wide as you stared at Captian America and the Winter Soldier.

“Holy, shit! You’re Captain Rogers and Sergent Barnes!” you squeaked.

Steve laughed at how flushed you were. Bucky felt the heat rise up his neck and face. You knew who they were. Who he was.

“Yes, we are,” Steve said an got up. He went over to you with his hand out. “And, you are?” he asked when you shook his hand.

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, trying to figure out how words worked. Finally, you managed to tell them your name.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Steve looked at the painting again.

Bucky came up behind and smiled shyly at you. You stuck your hand out and after a moment of hesitation, he shook it. Your hands were so soft and slender in his. Your eyes were still wide and he felt like he could lose himself in them forever. He felt the blush creeping back and let go of your hand with a grunt and turned his attention to your painting.

“Seriously, speaking. This is amazing. How long have you been painting, Y/N?” Steve asked you.

You blushed at the compliment and looked down. “Thank you. I’ve been painting since I was 4.”

Bucky was fascinated by the painting. The harmonious colors blended so beautifully together. He knew this should be in a museum so everyone could experience it. Because that’s what it was. An experience. He noticed you were staring at him and when he looked at you, you averted your gaze quickly. Maybe you wanted to know his thoughts on it.

“This should be up in a museum. It’s exquisite,” he said in a quiet voice. Why was he so flustered around you?

You looked back at him, eyes shining. “You really think so?”

He felt his pulse quicken at the look you were giving him. Your eyes are bright and you’re smiling shyly. God, she’s beautiful.

You were trying to figure out how the hell you ended up standing here with heroes who actually enjoyed your work. Then, you noticed you were starring again and looked back to the painting. Get it together, Y/N. You felt those steel blue eyes on you. Damn it, he noticed I was staring again. You couldn’t help it, though. He was so handsome and those eyes just pulled you in.

Steve, who was enjoying the tension between you 2, spoke trying to ease the air. “So, is this how you make a living?”

You looked up at the blond and nodded. “Yeah, I have an online Etsy shop that I sell my paintings on. I also do commission pieces once in a while.”

“That’s awesome.” Steve gestured to Bucky. “Buck’s right. This should be in a museum.”

You would love to have your art displayed in a museum, but didn’t feel confident enough in pursuing it. “I don’t how I would even begin trying to get into one.” You chuckled, trying to hide your self-doubt.

Bucky sensed there was more to it than what you were saying. He felt an eagerness to find out what was bothering you. Just this morning he was dreading being around people. Now, he wanted to know everything about you.

“I’m pretty sure if you put a portfolio together any curator would be interested in displaying your work,” Bucky heard himself say. “Anyone with eyeballs can see how talented you are.”

His words struck a cord and you felt your chest swell with pride. You smiled at him. “I guess I should put one together, then.”

Steve reached into his pocket and took out his phone. “Oh, I better take this. Excuse me.” He walked away, but not before smirking at Bucky.

What is this punk up to? Bucky’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and raised an eyebrow.

Steve: Ask her out to lunch

Bucky: What??

Steve: Do it

Bucky felt your eyes on him. He looked at you and swallowed. You blinked at him owlishly. He felt himself slipping deep into your e/c eyes. Just ask her, you dumbass.

“So, uh, do you have any plans for lunch? I thought, maybe, we could grab a bite to eat.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously but kept his eyes on yours.

You felt the crimson creep up your face and bit your bottom lip. “Um, yeah, sure. I’d like that.”

Bucky let out a sigh of relief. Then, he realized that this area was foreign to him and he had no idea where to go. “Is there a place around here you like?”

You thought about it for a moment. There were a few restaurants in the area. You had tried them out and didn’t have any complaints. “Well, there are a few places around that are good. Are you in the mood for anything in particular?”

“Not really. You pick a place, doll. Steve is paying for it, so don’t worry about prices,” Bucky said with a wicked smirk as Steve made his way back over to you both.

Steve let out a huff. “Oh, am I?

“Yeah, you are punk,” Bucky confirmed.

You found their friendship adorable. “Hmm, do you guys like seafood?” They both nodded at you. “Great! There’s a fish market that makes the best stuffed clams not far from here. Let me just pack up.”

“Sounds good, Doll,” Bucky said. He looked at your painting again. “Is it safe to move this?”

“Yeah, it’s already dry. Acrylic paint dries fast in warm weather like this,” You assured him. You took the canvas off of the easel and handed it to him. “Can you hold this for a moment?”

“Of course.” He took the painting and watched you as he did before. In awe, while you put everything away. He was relishing the fact he could spend some more time with you. He was looking forward to getting to know you better.

Steve was surprised at how today was turning out, but he was happy about it. A simple day out was turning into something special. His best friend seemed to be coming out of his shell, finally. He was talking to a beautiful, talented woman and they were all going to have lunch together. He knew this was the start of something great.

He wasn’t wrong, either. Neither you or Bucky knew that this marked the first day of a long life together. How a simple day painting in the park led you to find the love of your lives.

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