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bizarre-blorbo-bracket · 9 months

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FINAL for real this time: Davis (Juror 8) from Twelve Angry Men vs the Bimodal Distribution from statistics

Propaganda under the cut, and it's REALLY worth it:

Davis (Juror 8) (these are all from the single submitter)

a quick lil list babes, and I apologise for all of this in advance:

He's from the fucking film 12 angry men. like, aside from letterbox bootlickers and middle school hass students NO ONE has watched this film let alone care about it, it was made in 1957, is shot almost exclusively in one room and the entire film is just middle aged white men yelling at each other over whether some not white poor kid should be sent to the electric chair. what the fuck.

Henry Fonda, the actor, was 52 years old at the time of filming

Henry Fonda is the father of Jane Fonda, the woman who would revolutionise the 80's with her home workouts and her blindingly neon leg warmers.

His name wasn't revealed until the very end of the film and even then it's just "Davis."

I could honestly give him a lil smooch

He's absolutely not girlypop but he's the ally-iest ally who's ever allied

He's categorised as a "Benevolent Leader" on the Heroes Wiki

instead of the overwhelming urge for me to coddle him like most all other blorbos, i would appreciate it switched

I have a photo of him inside my saxophone case and sometimes i forget he's in there, then he creeps into my saxophone bell and when I play it he shoots out like a ballistic missile

Dude, on ao3 there's more fanfiction about the real life 80's British punk band The Clash than the entire film of 12 angry men, let alone Davis (80 fics come up under the clash, while 10 come up for 12 angry men)

I have a counter, and I've watched 12 Angry men a total of 145 times. The figure is up on my wall in tallies. whenever the number goes up, I like to watch it in 5's so then I can put another full group of tallies on my wall.

I have incredibly detailed stories about how Davis would boogie down to ringo starr's solo career, and they're written within the margins of a book called Tobruk written by Peter Fitzsimons. The only reason I reread that book is to wonder at my elaborate works of fiction

My HASS teacher was the one to introduce me to 12 Angry Men as he played it for the entire class. He gave us a set of questions to complete on the film and a few Law based questions as a little treat, and he expected it to be handed in the next day. What he didn't expect was an 11 page monster of a response that included social commentary, 4 paragraphs dissecting the character of Davis alone, deeply discussed comparisons between the landscapes of politics and law in the 50's to the present, and basically an entire point-for-point summarisation of the film, completed with obscure quotes from Truman, Eisenhower, Nixon and Presley (Elvis). He presented the printed masterpiece in front of the entire class to shame me.

After class he explained how his favourite Juror would either be 6 or 5, because 6 seems like a big dumb teddybear and he just liked 5. I explained how I liked Davis because he didn't want to send a kid to die, then he told me how Davis would make a good cowboy (at this point in time I was unaware of Henry Fonda's role in Once Upon A Time in The West) and I proceeded to go home and write a 3 part orchestral composition that I could pretend would play as the soundtrack to Juror 8: A Cowboy's Tale or something like that

I had started to make an animation meme starring Davis but only gave up when photoshop literally deleted itself from my laptop

I didn't even hear that Juror 8's name was Davis when I first watched it in class, somehow I only heard it on my 6th rewatch but when I did I literally got so excited I literally got winded and cried a little bit, I had to take a panadol because I got so lightheaded

I have learned the musical motif that plays throughout the film on saxophone, clarinet, recorder, guitar, bass, ukulele, piano and trumpet

I have visions of him

One of Davis' 3 children HAS to be gay and nothing can convince me otherwise

honest to god I'd be a home wrecker if it came to him

I quote not only Davis but the film a lot, and sometimes in the dead silence of all my friends I go on about how the old man couldn't have possibly made it to the door in such a short amount of time to see the kid running down the stairs (because the old man has a limp, and Davis proved it my limping around the room, which I have to say was incredibly attractive of him)

He's literally an architect

I once had a dream where Davis was in my bass guitar case when I opened it, and i literally just picked him up and started picking him like a bass guitar until I tried to play a full chord and he bit the hand that was meant to be on the fretboard. I dropped him and he fell on his ass, and when I said "what the hell dude what was that for" he said bass chords are lowkey ugly to listen to, and since then i don't like playing bass chords because now they're lowkey ugly to listen to. before this ordeal, i enjoyed them, but alas

i once got my romantic partner to write me a davis x reader fanfiction as a birthday present

my parents believe that Davis is my first celebrity crush, and while they're actually wrong it's still actually so embarrassing they believe that because OH MY GOD it's literally JUROR 8 FROM 12 ANGRY MEN

I've attempted slam poetry about him

I've eaten a paper printed full a4 size photo of his hand

I would also not mind him to be literally my father, but given the rest of the things I've just said about him that's really weird and I recognise that

the Bimodal Distribution

First of all, it's a math concept. that is already pretty bizarre of a thing to be blorbo-ifying. Second of all, I don't know any calculus, and I don't consider myself a math person (because I hate arithmetic), but I really like this guy for some reason. I mean this graph clearly holds the secrets of the universe. don't you just want to l o o k at it . like you could solve everything in the world with that boy

#bimodal distribution #davis #juror 8 #12 angry men #final

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 8 months

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Best and Worst of Both worlds (part 23)

Tw: Montgomery's really touchy n doesn know what is no

part 24

You were sent home. Because all you wanted to do was collapse on your bed and sleep the night away. The rain makes it extra cozy for you to cuddle under the blankets. Once your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light.

You woke up to your phone buzzing. But it isn't Yves this time. It's Evangeline.

You picked it up and brought it to your ear, giving her a groggy 'hello'?

"Wake up, damn it! You're going to miss class again, daddy's already waiting outside for you!" You let out a yelp as you heard loud honking from outside.

You whined as you got out of bed, throwing a mini tantrum by stomping out of your room. You wish that Yves was here, he would have woken you up on the right side of bed every day. Yves would have been gentle and stress-free, he would have stroked your hair and given you soft kisses as an alarm. There wouldn't be any loud noises or sudden surprises.

You grumbled as you got yourself ready for the day.

This time, you remembered to bring the premade meals Yves prepared in the fridge. Sharing yesterday's lunch with Evangeline while you ate the fresher one today. Mr. Jones fussed with you about wearing sunscreen, so now you're protected from the sun.

Yves only sent you a singular text this morning at 8:30am.

"Good morning, my dear. May you have a lovely day, (name)."

No reminders, no updates about what he did or saw, no requests to contact him. You brushed it off as him being busy, deciding to favour Evangeline's attention over his. You didn't even reply to his only message, thinking that Yves would mind too much about it.

"Mmm! This is delicious, Sir Yves is a really great cook!" Complimented Evangeline as she took another bite of the cold wrap. You're eating your own meal that has specific instructions to microwave it, luckily there are some that you could use in the student's lounge.

"Aww, he's such a sweet partner too. Look!" She showed you a message left by Yves, that was attached to the wrapper of yesterday's meal.

"Lunch for (full name)- Monday.

Meal: Turkey and Apricot Wrap. Do not heat. Eat as it is.

Ingredients: lactose-free cream cheese, apricot reserves, wheat tortillas, shredded turkey, spices, arugula. Contains gluten.

Remember to put on sunscreen. There is no need to be nervous as I know you will do well on your first day. I will be thinking of you always. Call me if you want to talk about your day, I will listen.

Love,

Yves"

You never realized that there was a whole paragraph plastered on its wrapping. So you decided to check your container for any similar texts. Sure enough, you found one.

"Lunch for (name)- Tuesday

Meal: Coq au vin. Microwave with lid partially open, 3-4 minutes. Be careful as the contents will be hot.

Ingredients: Chicken, pearl onions, garlic, spices, pinot noir red wine, button mushrooms, bacon, butter, tomato paste, flour, homemade beef stock, tagliatelle. Contains gluten and lactose.

Well done, my dear (name). You have reached your second day. I hope you find my cooking so far to be appetizing, your thoughts would be very much appreciated. As always, do not hesitate to contact me if you need me. I will always be there for you. Be careful not to burn your tongue.

Love,

Yves"

She gushed over today's note. "That's so cute! I can see why you're into older men now."

You lightly punched her on the shoulder and laughed along.

You and her were eating peacefully, now that you have exhausted all the conversation topics. Both of you ate in silence, enjoying the food from Yves.

But then, all of the sudden, a pair of hands clamped down onto your shoulders. Causing you to shriek and jump in your seat.

"Scared ya, didn't I?" You felt his stubble scraped against your skin that has been softened by the skincare routine Yves set for you.

Colour drain from Evangeline's and your faces.

You tried swatting him away, but he took a deep sniff of your hair, inhaling all your scent. You protested as he buries his nose into your head, Montgomery is really loud in his sniffing. "You smell so good..." He mumbled lazily as he held you from behind.

Evangeline stood up and pried him away from you, but only successfully to a certain extent.

"Fine, fine. I'll save the lovey-dovey stuff for later when you're easier to win over." He massaged your shoulders with his thumb. You frown because he doesn't seem to understand that his strength is too much, you think you will bruise.

"You are hurting (name)." Evangeline firmly told him off. To your shock though, he immediately lets go and stroke your hair in an unnaturally, tender way.

"Oh! I'm so sorry darlin'... You're so soft and sweet, I sure forgot I can be a damn brute sometimes." You looked up at him and there was a considerable amount of guilt being expressed on his face.

He ignored Evangeline and invited himself to your table, sitting on the chair adjacent to yours.

"Here, I got us lunch."

Montgomery sets down a paper bag that has an imposing fast food logo printed on it. The smell of piping hot french fries and meat patties wafted throughout the air. He began unpacking it, placing a thin, cardboard box containing a large burger in front of you. Even though you're clearly eating the well crafted meal Yves made.

"And I didn't forget about yer rich friend." He took out a much smaller sandwich, wrapped in wax paper. Albeit begrudgingly.

"It ain't like she's gonna appreciate it anyways..." He muttered under his breath.

"Thank you very much, Sir Montgomery." Although she was kind and friendly in her response, you sensed a bit of animosity radiating from her. Montgomery seems to pick it up faster than you and tenfold the intensity.

He shot her a dirty look before going back to showcasing what he bought.

"I got ya' your favourite soda in a jumbo cup." He carefully pulled out a huge plastic vessel containing an ice-cooled liquid, you can hear it noisily sloshing and fizzing. It looks intimidating to say the least; you definitely can't finish it even with the help of Evangeline.

"You gotta fuel your brain somehow through those soul killin' classes." He stuck his hand back into the bag.

"I got ya' a cookie, a cupcake, some fries aaand..." He rummaged through the bag and pulled out something so small, that it's entirely engulfed by his hand. "A nice, little gift for ya."

He smiled and presented to you in a closed fist. You shakily uncurled his rough fingers off his palm to reveal... a nice little keychain?

"They said it's a limited edition! So I got ya one, I saw a bunch of youngins' goin' crazy over it. Must be the newest, hottest thing among the kids these days."

You sucked your lips in and stared at it, wide eye. You're not admitting it to anyone, but you secretly longed for it ever since you saw a promotional advertisement on your social media feed. You knew back then you could never afford it because it's $30 for this piece of metal alloy and you had to buy a meal to be eligible to get it.

However, you're not fooling anyone. Montgomery and Evangeline can see how obvious you desperately wanted it upon presentation. Evangeline shook her head, now knowing that her friend is susceptible to predatory marketing tactics. Montgomery grinned from ear to ear, knowing that he could take advantage of this situation.

Before your twitchy fingers could grab it, Montgomery pulled it away and dangled it over your head.

"Where's my thanks?" He teasingly brought his face closer to yours.

You quickly mumbled some words of gratitude before trying to reach for that desired toy. He laughed at your pathetic attempt to grab it, he's too tall for you and you're too unathletic to hop far.

Evangeline almost shot up when she saw his other hand hovering around your waist. Montgomery noticed this reaction of hers and decided to place it on the table, where you and her could see.

"I only accept gratitude in kisses or phone numbers." He pressed his forehead against yours while smirking cockily.

You sat back down. Despair surfaced in your eyes as you went back to eating the coq au Vin.

"Huh? You don't wanna take it?" You shook your head and did not say a word more. The conversation is over and it's not worth it for a piece of overpriced trash.

Montgomery's smile dropped and he turned his focus to Evangeline, who simply gave him a polite, but smug smile.

"You know, it isn't a gift if you expect something in return." Evangeline innocently commented, unwrapping her burger. "It's a transaction now."

Montgomery looked away and paid no mind to her words.

She continued to jab at him verbally.

"So... is your relationship with (name)... transactional? Are you their sugar daddy?"

Anger flashed on his face as he whipped his head to Evangeline. She grinned toothily as she felt a sense of accomplishment by striking a nerve in Montgomery.

"Hey, you watch your mouth, spoiled brat." He hissed through a clenched jaw while pointing menacingly at her.

"I'm just asking a question, sir. It really does seem like you're doing all these seemingly nice gestures, just to get something back." She batted her eyelashes and pouted.

"Shut your trap, you ain't know nothin' about our relationship." Montgomery's veins are starting to show, you cower in the corner, staring at Evangeline and silently pleading her not to go on. But all she did was give you a reassuring look, mixed with a devilish one.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend sir. You're right, I don't know anything about your relationship with (name). That's why, I'm asking! I want to educate myself, so I can do better!" She spoke in the most fake performative tone ever, you could tell she was doing this on purpose to rile Montgomery up.

"You ask too many questions, Goldilocks. Ya' need to mind ya' own business." Montgomery started gritting his teeth and balling his fists.

"I'm not judging! I promise. There isn't anything wrong with having a transactional relationship, I think it's a good thing we can choose how to define our-"

"I was just kiddin', Baby." Montgomery cooed at you. Simultaneously cutting Evangeline off.

He fixed the keychain onto the zipper of your bag. "You ain't need to give anything back. I'm doin' all these because that's what a good man would do for their partners." He ruffled your hair.

Montgomery glared at Evangeline who is now having a self-congratulatory grin on her blemish-free face.

"God, y'all rich people sound the same." He grumbled, taking out his own burger and began eating.

"Thank you! We take our speech classes very seriously." That earned a scoff from Montgomery.

She hummed and tapped her chin. Brewing up more ways to mess with Montgomery.

While she took her sweet time, you finished your meal from Yves. You're not hungry anymore, so you didn't touch the food Montgomery brought.

Of course, he noticed it. "Yer food is gonna get cold, soggy fries are the worst." He tipped the bag so you would have easier access to its contents. "Dig in, sweetheart. Ain't nothin' to be shy about. They're all for ya'."

You declined, saying that you're full.

"Aw, come on. You gotta eat, you're growin'! You need your nutrients and-"

"Aren't you a bit too old to be sitting with us?" Evangeline crossed her legs and watched him intently, her pupils dilated out of mischief and curiosity. He groaned and rolled his eyes at her.

"I'm not playin' with you. Shut up." He snarled while he opened your burger box for you to eat out of.

"But sir! You're--"

Montgomery slammed his fist on the table.

"I'm grown, they're grown, you're grown. Age ain't nothin' but a number at this point. We're all adults here, you better start actin' like one, ya' little shit." He rose from his chair and made himself look bigger to intimidate Evangeline into stopping. But she persisted with that irritatingly confident smirk of hers.

"Hmm. I wouldn't conflate legality with morality. (Name) and I are still very young, after all. I'm sure you're wise and mature, it comes with age. We can learn a lot from you, sir!" Her tone became increasingly condescending and mocking, her baby blues bore holes into Montgomery's dark eyes.

You could see his lower eyelid twitching out of fury. Your friend is definitely going to get pummeled into a pulp if she doesn't back down. But she either refused to heed your quiet warnings or is oblivious to it.

"Listen here, you piece of--"

He was interrupted by an alarm blaring from his back pocket. Montgomery fished it out and took a look at his phone screen.

He frowned, grumbling incoherently under his breath as he began packing up.

"You were saying? And, where are you going--"

"To work! God damn! You're fuckin' annoying!" He exclaimed at her. All Evangeline did was maintain her straight posture and sweet smile.

"Aw. I'm sorry to hear that. Could you please tell me what I did wrong? I only wanted to learn..." He ignored her completely and whipped out his wallet. Montgomery pulled out two $20 notes and stuffed it into your bag. The man made sure to zip it up, so it wouldn't slip out.

"Treat yourself to somethin' nice after class. I'll be late, so don't wait up- go home with goldie, it ain't that safe to use the bus at night. Unless you wanna give me your number..." The man looked at you with hopeful eyes. You shook your head and he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"That's so sweet of you! Giving (name) some money to spend, just like a sugar daddy would!" She clapped her hands in excitement.

"Shut. Up." He pointed his index finger at her. Evangeline gave him Jazz hands and an open-mouth smile. Then, Montgomery turned to you.

"You gotta pick better friends, baby." He kissed you on the forehead before you could react. Cringing at how his stubble would scratch you and his hair leaving a mild greasy residue on your skin. His lips were dry and leathery, the experience was disgusting to you.

You let out a shout and tried your best to shove him away. But all you did was make him sway a little.

"Bye honey, I'll see you around." He gave you a brief, affectionate pinch on the cheek before taking off.

You and Evangeline looked at the vast number of food items he left for you. Neither of you took a bite out of anything.

You asked her if she wanted to bring it back home. She shook her head.

You decided to pack them up for your housemates instead, hopefully gaining some of their favour while Yves is away.

Evangeline wrapped her own untouched burger back up and dumped it into the paper bag.

You felt a buzz in your pocket. So you fished it out to see what was causing it.

A text from Yves was displayed on your notifications.

"I miss you."

You deem it as something unimportant, just a random thought that your boyfriend opt to share just for the sake of sharing. Totally not hinting you to call him back. So you turned your phone off and returned your device back to your pocket.

Your class is in 10 minutes anyways, you and Evangeline better hurry and wrap up soon.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #oc yves #male yandere oc x reader #oc Montgomery #oc evangeline

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stuckinapril · 11 months

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What do you think is the best way for people with attention problems to memorize things is? Struggling rn

i list a ton of learning techniques in this ask! my biggest advice is to frame your study sessions around focus. for example, early into my uni career i was studying full-time and also a part-time chemistry ta. i would go home and then start studying, literally after 12 hours of being on campus and juggling friends / lab research / classes / orgs / tutoring. obviously that meant i was tired as fuck and my focus was in the ground. as i gained academic maturity i kind of switched it up--instead of studying after getting home, i study when i'm most focused. i'm at my most focused from 4 am to 12 pm (huge morning person), so i frequently wake up at that time and just grind for hours.

apply that concept to you. when are you at peak focus? is it late at night (11 pm - 3 am), is it early in the morning (4 am - 8 am), or is it later? when are you most energized? when is there the least amount of disruptions? that's when i'd pencil the study blocks in. studying super early has been magic for me bc most people are asleep at that time (no distractions), my circadian rhythm loves the early morning hours, and having hours of studying in already when it's not even 10 am yet just starts off my day right. that's why i avoid being on my phone in the mornings--that's when i'm at peak focus.

as for the attention deficit itself--for that i break a huge task into tiny, minuscule, unintimidating subtasks. if you're studying a chapter, tell yourself that for the next 30 minutes you will read two paragraphs. then take a break. then spend the next 30 minutes reading the 2 paragraphs after that (or whatever amount of information that wouldn't overwhelm you). rinse and repeat, and before you know it you will have finished the chapter. you don't need to be reading it in one fell swoop. progress still counts as progress so long as you're advancing, however small the increments are. and that's actually also effective bc it allows you to really hone in on the details one bit of information at a time, rather than skimming a whole chapter and not absorbing much.

#ask #study tips

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thewickerking · 11 months

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mutual 1: WDYM none of you have heard explosion gun ???? theyre from the 1930s, sure but they literally made the best song ever [long title or series of numbers that have no meaning]

mutual 2: hey guys can you fill out this survey for my class? its about 15 minutes and it would mean a lot!! i love you

mutual 3: ughhhhh can this guy stop flirting with me? i told him to kill himself after he said [horrifically racist sentence] and he hasnt gotten the hint

mutual 4: im liveblogging a game from 12 years ago if you dont want spoilers im tagging my posts about it as #plwm3 liveblog !!

mutual 5: [poll] should i brutally murder this oc before or after he gets divorced

mutual 6: ok I knowwww im learning 6 languages rn but it would be so fun to learn russian.....

mutual 7: what do you mean you freaks dont dip your bananas in orange juice??? This is literally so normal why are you call me the weird one

mutual 8: just finished meeting up with mutual 9 irl it was so fun im gonna miss you now that you're home again </3

mutual 9: mutual 8 locked me in a basement for 4 hours and played clown music. i wish i couldve stayed longer

mutual 10: OMG THE NEW TRAILER FOR BRIMBLUS JUST DROPPED?????? EVERYONEEE LOOOOOOOK

mutual 11: my dad got me a milkshake breakdown cancelled everyone 🎉🎉

mutual 12: this post reminds me of *******

mutual 13: mutual ^ is talking about scorblo btw

mutual 12: HEY???? MUTUAL 13???? CAN YOU KILL YOURSELF????

mutual 14: [describes the most horrific repeated childhood trauma] but idk if im allowed to say i have mental illness cause im not diagnosed

mutual 15: guys do you think im more blue or purple coded :3

mutual 16: in response to all the transformers fandom callout calling me lesbophobic and racist: [ten paragraphs that make it clear they're clearly the only normal person in this scenario]

mutual 17: wait you guys are actually going to pumpkin patches? i thought those were made up ive never seen a pumpkin irl before...

mutual 18: guys can anybody see me. Please. No one's responding am I shadowbanned or do you all hate me [they're shadowbanned]

mutual 19: ugh this one customer keeps brutally murdering our servers at the restaurant i work at i wanna quit sooo bad but i might get promoted soon so idk

mutual 20: [reblogs a web weaving post about judas] UGH i need to fuck him sloppy style and **** ****** ***** **** *** ***

mutual 21: spam reblogs a genshin character

mutual 22: [screenshot of mutual 21s blog with filtered tags of the characters] you're lucky i care about you so much.

mutual 23: i think im losing my grip on reality. omg wait but look at this cute dog i saw walking home the other day

mutual 24: hi everyone! i just got back from a 6 month social media break :) hope everyones been doing well!

#i could keep going. this seems excessive already though 😭😭 <- guy who doesnt know how to shut up #suicide mention #ask to tag further!!#pentaphobia #.ares

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rosainta · 8 months

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Team Fortress 2: MEGA Art Dump!

Finished January 26th, 2024 at 8:54PM, Home

(Post notes at end!)

Page #1: ROBLOX ‘Free Draw’ : “Miss Pauling - Full Body”

Page #2: ROBLOX ‘Free Draw’ : “Speeding Bullet (Sniper x Scout)”

Pages #3 and 4: Experimental sketches : “TF2 Comics Art Style Analysis [Miss Pauling, Sniper, Scout]”

Pages #5 and 6: Experimental sketches : “Miss Pauling Comic Style Analysis + Reference”

Page #7: Twitch Stream Sketch: “What is on Merasmus’s Sweater?!”

Pages #8, 9 and 10: Wallpaper : “Team Fortress 2 Personalized Wallpapers”

Pages #11 and 12: Spotify Playlist Cover : “Miss Pauling’s Mercenary Picks & Tribute to the Wild and Free”

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Post Notes:

Hello world!

Yesterday during classes, I did some character analysis from the Team Fortress 2 comics, and while going through the work afterwards, I realized that I had of old art from before that I didn’t share yet - so, here they are!

This is basically just a compilation of some of my unpublished “refined” (or at least post-worthy) TF2 art dating back to May 2023.

A few of them were made without a lot of reference (like the ROBLOX ‘Free Draw’ ones), with a few disproportionate limbs (Miss Pauling: Reference Sheet) and using artwork from other artists (in the wallpapers & Spotify Playlist covers - taken from TF2 official comics & unknown artists [please message me if you know them so I can credit them!], but seeing as they didn’t ressemble chicken scratch or effortless scribbles that badly, I decided to post them anyway!

I’m quite proud with how some of them came out, specifically the ROBLOX ‘Free Draw’ ones and the wallpapers, because I worked pretty hard on them and was able to display / use them afterwards, so I’m happy to be able to show that to you as well!

Of course, there’s always room for improvement (considering the observations from the paragraph above), so I will continue to strive for betterment moving forward (specifically anatomy and expression practice).

I’ll try to keep you posted whenever I can! There’s more to come very soon.

Hope you enjoyed my mini burst of a TF2 gallery :-)

(For more quirky content, follow me here on some of these platforms! (I’ll eventually make an account list post so keep your eyes peeled for that 👀)

• TWITCH: RosainTWA [empty at the moment!]

• X (Twitter): RosainXA

• YOUTUBE: rosainquivan

• BANDLAB: RosainBLA

• AO3: RosainAO3 [also empty, but check out the ‘Bookmarks’ section for great fic recommendations!]

• ROBLOX: RainAtGames

… and more to be (eventually) added!)

~ Rosain Quivan

Credits: Team Fortress 2 by Valve, ‘Free Draw!’ by Free Draw! on ROBLOX, Unknown artists (Pages #11 and 12)

Image source: Rosain Quivan,

Created by Rosain Quivan [Cross-posted on Amino ( Rosain Quivan )]

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fatehbaz · 1 year

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[T]he infamous Diable (Devil’s Island) [French prison in Guiana, South America] [...]. Seventy thousand convicts were sent to French Guiana between 1852 and 1938. [...] Alongside deportation of political prisoners [...], a [...] convict population [...] was sent to the bagne (common parlance for the penal colony) [...] as a utopian colonial project [...] via the contribution convict labour would make towards colonial development in French Guaina. However, [...] French Guiana [...] was predominantly used as a depository for the unwanted citizens of France and its colonies. The last remaining French and North African convicts were repatriated in 1953, whereas the last Vietnamese prisoners were not given passage home until 1954 [...].

[T]he same form of built environment and carceral technology [...] structures found on Con Dao [French prison in Vietnam] and [the French prison in Guiana] [were] built at almost the same time [...] to house the same convict populations (Vietnamese implicated in anticolonial struggles) [...]. Old world colonialism is thus displaced by new world imperialism. Both rely on the prison island and its cellblocks. [...]

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The carceral continuities [...] throughout France’s penal colonies are supplemented by legal exceptionalism which works to redefine colonial subjects within shifting political contexts. [...] Many of the Indochinois convicts transported to the forest camps of French Guiana in 1931, including the Bagne des annamites, had originally been classed as political prisoners. The transfer was intended in part [...] to remove a number of anticolonial actors from Indochina. [...]

As political deportees sent to French Guiana were usually exempt from labour according to the political decree of 1850, this status had to be revoked to ensure the maximum labour force possible.

Consequently, those arrested on suspicion of specific acts of violence or property damage were reclassed as common criminals. Described by Dedebant and Frémaux (2012, 7) as “little arrangements between governors,” this was not simply a sleight of hand but written into legal codes. [...]

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[M]any of the Vietnamese sent to French Guiana had to wait until the 1960s to be repatriated. [...] After their sentences were completed, convicts were not simply repatriated to France or other colonies.

A system of “doublage” intended to shore up colonial development meant they had to serve the same length of their sentence again on the colony. For those condemned to eight years or more, this became life. Opportunities for sustainable livelihood were limited in a territory possessing swathes of free convict labour. Worn out and sick from their time in the bagne, most of these men were unfit to work and relied on charity to survive. [...]

[T]he last living convict [of the Guiana penal colony] [...] died in Algeria in 2007 after being repatriated to Annaba. In an interview given in 2005, he claims that every night he dreams he is back in Cayenne: “when I think about it, I get vertigo, I spent my life there” [...].

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All text above by: Sophie Fuggle. "From Green Hell to Grey Heritage: Ecologies of Colour in the Penal Colony". Interventions: International Journal of Postcolonial Studies Volume 24, Issue 6. 2022. Published online 8 April 2021. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Presented here for commentary, teaching, criticism purposes.]

#just arrest the activists and send them to the prison labor camp oh wait we arent technically legally allowed to force them to work #then just reclassify them not as political prisoners but instead as general criminals and then we can force them into slavery i mean labor #oh no wait now they finished serving their sentence and we cant force them into labor anymore #wait yes we can just change more rules so they cant go back home and have to work nearby #two or three or four birds with one stone #ecology #abolition #landscape #colonial #imperial #indigenous #multispecies #haunted #caribbean #tidalectics #archipelagic thinking #intimacies of four continents #carceral geography #geographic imaginaries

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blairwaldcrf · 4 months

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Six Paragraph Sunday

i was tagged by @tailsbeth-writes (thank you!)

wip chapter 8 of Parallel Lines & Intricate Rituals

If Alex is exhausted, he can't begin to imagine how Henry must be. At least Alex had a bed. “How on earth were you able to sleep? You can't sleep if there's a sliver of light in the hall at home.”

“Oh.” Henry ducks his head. “Nora gave me part of an edible since my medicine's at home.”

Alex lets out a surprised laugh. “You took part of an edible?”

“Shove off.” Henry scoffs in offense, as if he's not the poster boy for mild mannered British upper class. “It's medicinal and legal for my age, and even if it wasn't, you do know I'm best mates with Pez, one of the biggest partiers either of us know.”

“Please keep talking immediately.”

Henry rolls his eyes.

tagging: @takaraphoenix @terrainofheartfelt @strideofpride @mrs-nate-humphrey @laufire @purgeshubble @freddieslater @hydesjackiespuddinpop @ssmtskw

#firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox #rwrb fic #rwrb au #red white and royal blue

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summaryscar · 4 months

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I'd like to hear about the modern AU fics about Four.

The two fics I have for the modern AU that revolve around Four are at completely different stages, but also not. Neither one are very long and the snippets I can share will need some explanations, but I have more ideas for one than the other, I just haven’t written anything in either of the Google docs containing them in a while.

The first one (Four-Centric Fic Part 3) has more written, but I haven’t had any new ideas for months on how to continue it. Here’s a snippet:

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Having multiple people in one body was an adventure at times, Four could say with certainty. There were days where all five of them got along great, and then there were those days where they were fighting for control or someone was missing from the equation.

Today happened to be a fighting day.

From the moment they’d woken up, it was clear that it was going to be a challenge to make it through the day without running into a plethora of problems.

Problem #1: Getting dressed

Problem #2: Breakfast

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The second one (Four-Centric Fic Part 4) barely has a paragraph written, but I’ve got a better idea as to where I want to go with it. It’s going to be very chaos filled, and hopefully enjoyable to read, but I guess we’ll see. It’s also based on an assignment I had in a culinary class that just so happened to be color coded with the exact colors that make up Four.

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“Alright gang, we’re gonna make donuts today!” Four said out loud to themself. They’d been left home alone since the rest of the family had gone out to run some errands that they weren’t particularly interested in. How they’d managed to get out of it was a mystery (and something Wind complained about heavily), but none of the Colors were complaining.

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My plan had originally been to finish one fic at a time and not start on another one until I had at the very least made decent progress with the most current one, but clearly that did not work seeing how I have 8 WIPs as opposed to 1 finished fic, and the finished one was thought of somewhere near the end of all that stuff.

#linked universe #four linked universe #four lu

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thebeesareback · 10 months

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Almost everyone, I think, interacted with some form of media which wasn't age appropriate. For example, when I was about 8 years old, I was given a copy of The Princess Diaries. Not only was it targeted at girls about 6 years older than me, it was also incredibly American, so I was even more confused. I read it over and over again, and understood almost nothing. I decided to return to Genovia recently to see if I could decipher it any better now.

- I did not know how tall 5ft9 is. That girl is loooooooong!

- when one is described as a "freshman", how long does it take for one to ripen?

- "flunking" is an odd word, and from context I could tell that it wasn't anything good

- when I eventually learnt the FOIL method, I realised it was really easy. I also had to shut up and not mention that I'd heard of it through The Princess Diaries. My fellow students would not have understood

- in two paragraphs, there are the words "Bigelows", "alpha hydroxy", "Drakka Noir", "synapses" and "senior". I'm pretty sure I thought Josh Ritcher might be a pensioner

- not strictly relevant but Lilly is the worst

- I was also surprised to learn that British schools have Gifted and Talented programmes. Unsurprisingly, I was not selected

- Michael has a webzine called "Crackhead". I think this is noteworthy

- there is a joke about Michael making a bomb and blowing up his school. This clearly places the narrative as something which is set (and written) before We Need To Talk About Kevin was released

- Lilly and her parents have a "don't ask, don't tell" policy with Michael. I only just realised how fucking sad this is

- Michael has a dog named Pavlov. Solid joke

- ok I actually think Michael might be a bit creepy because he does start sexually harassing Mia. She is clueless and thinks he wants her to "take his mom's empty Tab cans back to Gristedes for the deposit money".

- I was confused by the whole "mom"/"mum"/"mam" thing. All are better than "mem" or "mim", I guess

- there are some homework notes at the back which I still don't understand. Perhaps that's the point

- Lilly and Mia make a list of hot guys. Including: Prince Harry (odd, I always thought Prince William was the late-90s hearthrob. Shoutout to those Princess Di genes); Timothy Dalton (just checked and I got him confused with Timothy Spall, who played Wormtail in Harry Potter); Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic (surprised Titanic wasn't mentioned earlier! Also, apparently he kept farting on set); a guy on a billboard (they think he should have his own TV show) and Joshua Bell (modern me had to do some googling because I wanted to know if that had anything to do with "Drake and Josh").

- Mia's parents are separated and she seems fine with it. She is upset about her mum dating her teacher and is hyperfixated on the fact that he teaches maths and she is struggling in his class. Shortly after I read this book my own parents separated, and I was FAR more confused and unhappy and destructive, so it was interesting/weird to see her perspective

- Mr Gianini actually seems really sweet. I guess that's the point

- Mia thinks about going to the Cultural Diversity Dance. Dunno what cultural diversity has to do with dancing, unless everyone starts doing Irish jigs? Also, what is the deal with homecoming? Who is coming home?!

That's just the first three days of diary entries. V v weird but kinda fun

#the princess diaries #mia thermopolis #weird American stuff #anne hathaway #meg cabot

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bizarre-blorbo-bracket · 9 months

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FINAL: Davis (Juror 8) from Twelve Angry Men vs the Bimodal Distribution from statistics

Propaganda under the cut, and it's REALLY worth it:

Davis (Juror 8) (these are all from the single submitter)

a quick lil list babes, and I apologise for all of this in advance:

Henry Fonda, the actor, was 52 years old at the time of filming

Henry Fonda is the father of Jane Fonda, the woman who would revolutionise the 80's with her home workouts and her blindingly neon leg warmers.

His name wasn't revealed until the very end of the film and even then it's just "Davis."

I could honestly give him a lil smooch

He's absolutely not girlypop but he's the ally-iest ally who's ever allied

He's categorised as a "Benevolent Leader" on the Heroes Wiki

instead of the overwhelming urge for me to coddle him like most all other blorbos, i would appreciate it switched

I have a photo of him inside my saxophone case and sometimes i forget he's in there, then he creeps into my saxophone bell and when I play it he shoots out like a ballistic missile

I had started to make an animation meme starring Davis but only gave up when photoshop literally deleted itself from my laptop

I have learned the musical motif that plays throughout the film on saxophone, clarinet, recorder, guitar, bass, ukulele, piano and trumpet

I have visions of him

One of Davis' 3 children HAS to be gay and nothing can convince me otherwise

honest to god I'd be a home wrecker if it came to him

He's literally an architect

i once got my romantic partner to write me a davis x reader fanfiction as a birthday present

I've attempted slam poetry about him

I've eaten a paper printed full a4 size photo of his hand

I would also not mind him to be literally my father, but given the rest of the things I've just said about him that's really weird and I recognise that

the Bimodal Distribution

#davis #juror 8 #12 angry men #bimodal distribution

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kakyoinscheryblush · 2 years

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Something behind the glass surface [ Jotaro Kujo x reader ]

Masterlist << Previous chapter ｜Next chapter

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Chapter four, The Sea Life Aquarium adventure

*1.st p.o.v, Y/n*

The next day came and I didn’t sleep a wink. My eyes were slightly red and my eyebags were more noticeable than usual. Thankfully I fixed it with makeup! That shit does wonders.

I got dressed in my school uniform which consisted of a purple-greyish medium skirt and a vest with an f/c bow. I still had time to eat since my school starts at 8:00 a.m..

I grabbed my backpack and walked downstairs ready to recite the whole paragraph to my mom as to why I didn’t show up on time yesterday.

“Oh hi dear! Thank you for buying the stuff I needed!” Mom appeared from the living room with an apron tied around her waist. “Mom I’m sorry for being late yesterday-”

“Sweetie, you don’t have to apologise for being late. Besides, I don’t mind you going out! You just need to get home sound and safe, Am I clear?” Mom hushed me as we went to the kitchen.

I sighed in relief, ‘Thank God! I don’t think I’ll be able to tell her what happened at Jotaro’s house.’.

“Here you go!” mom said as she put a plate full of f/f on the table. “Thanks mom!” my mouth watered at the delicious food. After I ate everything I dropped the used utensils and the plate in the sink.

“I’ll be going now! See you mom!” I exclaimed as I grabbed my jacket and exited the house. “Bye bye darling!” mom shouted from the kitchen just in time I closed the doors.

The walk to the school was thankfully quiet besides the cars passing by. No rude interruptions-

“Y/n-chan! Hi!” Aiko exclaimed as she rushed to me and grabbed my arm. I jumped at the sudden impact from my side.

“Jeez! Aiko- Oh my God you scared me…” I murmured as I gently tried to shake her off from my arm however she didn’t budge.

‘Speaking of the devil…’ I groaned mentaly as I walked with Aiko through the school entrance. “So, Y/n-chan. Did you start the biology project?” Aiko asked me as her green eyes flashed with something I couldn’t quite deduct.

‘This bullshit again? Didn’t Yamabitch tell them that she exposed their intentions once she confronted me?’ I thought as I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

She never even tried to talk to me, and all of a sudden she was acting like we were bestest of friends.

“Yes, yes I did.” I replied and she finally let go of my arm. As I opened my locker I could see her expression fall. ‘Wonder why…’ I sarcastically wondered.

“O-Oh really? That’s great! I’ll be starting mine tomorrow.” her cheery expression came back as she put on her school shoes.

I never truly disliked anybody in my life, but Aiko was starting to get on my nerves. I wonder how long she can hold up her nice act.

By what I saw she was getting impatient to tell me off just like Yamabitch did. I just hope it doesn’t escalate to anything physical…

We walked to our class and just in time the bell rang, signalling the beginning of the first period. I sighed and pulled out my books and pencil case.

*time skip to the lunch break*

The bell rang and it was time to find Jotaro. Aiko, as if triggered by me standing up, rushed to me.

“Y/n-chan! Where are you going?” she asked as she tried to latch onto my arm but I subtly moved away. “I’m going to the toilet…” I told her and she stopped for a second.

‘Surely she won’t ask me if she can come with me… Right?’ I thought as I began to walk out. “W-With your backpack?” Aiko sputtered out and I stopped in my tracks. Dammit.

“Uh… It’s that time of the month so yeah.” I told her unbothered and Aiko blushed in embarrassment.

“Oh, okay hahaha…” she laughed and ran to her desk without uttering anything more. “This was easy…” I mumbled under my breath as I walked out of the classroom.

I checked if the sight was clear from Yamaguchi’s and Aiko’s friend group and luckily it was.

Now, how did Jotaro expect me to know where he hangs around school?

Only places we encountered were the library and the rooftop. But rooftop sounded more of an option since we actually had conversation there.

I nodded in agreement with my thoughts and I squeezed through the piles of students to the stairs that lead to the rooftop. Once I got there I sighed, he better be there or I’m going to die from embarrassment.

I walked up the stairs and once I reached the metal doors I could feel my stomach making flips and my heart threatening to jump out of my chest.

“Okay Y/n, calm down. You’re just going to talk to him about the project, nothing more.” I comforted myself as I gripped the metal doorknob and opened the doors.

I was met with flower petals blowing in my face. “Ugh-” I moved the petals from my face and hair. It seems that the sakura petals that were laying on the rooftop were blown off with the spring breeze.

Besides this petal attack, it seemed that nobody else was there.

SLAM

I felt my soul leave my body as I jumped from the slammed doors. I swiftly turned around and was faced with Jotaro’s emotionless expression. His eyes were staring into my eyes intensely and I started to panic.

“Jotaro- You made me shit my pants! Please be more gentle when closing the doors in the future…” I exhaled and Jotaro raised an eyebrow.

“Alright… Whatever. Did you bring the poster?” he asked me as he gestured to the spot we sat at the last time.

“Oh! Yes I did!” I exclaimed as I sat down on the concrete floor. This time Jotaro didn’t sit in front of me, but rather next to me. I pulled my backpack into my lap and pulled out the folded poster.

The poster itself was pretty cool looking. Of course, it had a dolphin in the centre. The dates were written on the bottom.

The nearest date that was written on the poster was for the next week on Tuesday at 5:30 p.m.

And that is the last week of when we need to do our project. “Hm, are you free on Tuesday Jotaro-” “Yes, I am.” he cut me off as his eyes were still on the poster.

‘Somebody is eager to go to the dolphin show…’ I giggled to myself as I folded the poster but all of a sudden his hand grabbed mine in which I was still holding the folded poster.

“Uhm…” I squeaked out. “Can you…. Give it to me…?” he choked out the last part as he tipped his hat and his hand let go of mine in an instan. His action probably surprised even himself.

I was still processing what happened when blush spread across my cheeks, “Of course, here you go.” I said as I extended my hand he gently grabbed the folded poster and put it into his backpack.

The air was now filled with awkward silence. I drummed my fingers on my thighs as I looked around the rooftop. I heard the clicking of a lighter next to me and I turned my head to Jotaro.

Jotaro puffed out the smoke of a cigarette into the air, but he turned to the side as he did so. “So where do we meet on Tuesday?” I asked him as we both leaned on the wall.

“Come to my house at 4:15 p.m.” Jotaro said as he crushed his cigarette against the concrete floor.

“Okay! You got it, chief!” I said as I jokingly saluted and Jotaro smiled. “I could bring my notes with me so we can write something in. And, we can ask some questions to the caretaker of the dolphin!” I explained and Jotaro nodded thoughtfully.

“Sure, just don’t give them to me once you don’t wanna carry them anymore.” Jotaro side eyed me and I laughed, “I promise I won't. Cross my heart.” I did an ‘X’ gesture over my surprisingly calm heart.

Jotaro laughed and shook his head, “Whatever, just don’t be late or I’m leaving you.” he said.

I stopped laughing and looked at him, “Wait, you'll really leave me?” I questioned as dramatically as possible. By Jotaro’s reaction I should get an Oscar.

His eyes widened and he turned so he fully looked at me. “Good grief , I didn’t mean it like that-” he tried to explain and I burst out laughing.

“Oh my God Jotaro! I’m joking! You know, you don’t have to be serious all the time. Making jokes isn’t against the law.” I teased him and he scoffed.

“Well, I didn’t have anybody to make jokes with. As you noticed so far, people around here aren’t exactly fond of me.” Jotaro rolled his eyes. ‘He should meet Aiko and Yamabitch…’ I thought as I mentaly rolled my eyes.

“Well, dear Jotaro, now you have me! Congratulations!” I exclaimed as I did a small jazz hands gesture. He snorted and tipped his hat to hide the ever so visible smile he was fighting from showing.

“Is that so? Never knew we were friends.” Jotaro said as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

‘I- Fuck- Did I just call him my friend? I mean was I wrong?’ I thought in panic. A sweat bead rolled down my forehead as I awkwardly laughed.

“Uhm- I mean yeah…? I’m sorry-” “No, don’t apologise. It has been a long time since anybody referred to me as their friend…” Jotaro said truthfully. His gaze dropped to his clasped hands in his lap.

What…?

I mean yeah, I have never seen him hang around anybody ever, but there was this one kid I never met that I saw hang around with him a few times.

Oh jeez now I feel really bad. “Oh, I didn’t mean to upset you or anything Jotaro…” I murmured to him and he shook his head.

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” was all he said as he got up and grabbed his backpack. What surprised me was that he extended his arm to me to grab it. “Come on, I don't have a whole day…” Jotaro murmured as he turned his head from me.

I grabbed his larger hand and got up. “Thank you-” I said as I tried to let go of his hand, however I couldn’t. “Erm- Jotaro, can you let go of my hand?” I asked him as I tried to shake off his hand.

“I’m trying-” Jotaro grunted as he glared at our clasped hands. “Did you use some kind of glue, Jotaro?” I asked him as I started to panic.

There is no way in hell I’m walking hand in hand with Jotaro Kujo down the stairs. I mean… I wouldn’t exactly complain but it was just too risky for my own life.

“Good grief… Let go-” “I’m trying if you’re not seeing!” I fumed as we both tried to separate our hands from each other. All of a sudden Jotaro tugged at his hand much harsher and I crashed into him.

“Oof-” I groaned, but it was muffled by Jotaro’s chest. “Uh-” Jotaro's brain seemed to stop working.

I felt my hand free from his and I quickly moved away. “Anyways… See you on Tuesday!” I blurted out as I rushed to the doors, swung then open and rushed down the stairs.

I ran to my class and magically the bell rang the second I walked in. I could feel Aiko’s eyes already on me. And she seemed out of breath herself…?

Oh no! she’s gonna interrogate me about what I was doing! I mean I could’ve told her everything from the beginning but I didn’t want to cause Jotaro even more problems than he probably has.

The class went quiet and I leaned back on my chair. But the whole time I was thinking of the upcoming aquarium trip with Jotaro….

For the rest of the day nothing happened. Once I got home and took off my shoes I was met with my mom smiling at me with a simple cake in her hands.

“Hi sweetie! I did have a bit of free time on my hands so I decided to bake a cake!” she exclaimed joyously.

I squealed, “Yes! You're the best mom!”. “Okay, let’s go and cut it up.” mom said as we both went to the kitchen. She placed the cake on the small dining table and pulled out a knife.

“So, did anything interesting happen at school?” she asked as she began to cut the cake. Flashbacks from the rooftop flooded my mind and I tried not to blush. “U-Uh, no, not really."

But I am going to that aquarium with one of my friends for the biology project next Tuesday.” I told her as I tried to calm my heart which was starting to beat quicker and quicker.

She placed the cake slice on one plate and put it in front of me, “Really? And who is that friend of yours?” she asked me as she put her own slice of cake on her plate.

“It’s not important-” “Yes, yes it is. Now spit it out.” she squinted her eyes at me as she pointed her fork in my direction.

I sighed in defeat, “Argh- Alright. His name is Jotaro Kujo. But that’s all you need to know.” I said to her as I started to eat the cake.

Mom stopped eating her cake and her eyes widened, “My my, Y/n! You didn’t tell me you were turning this aquarium visit into a date!” she teased me as she laughed.

My cheeks flared up, “M-Mom! It’s not like that! We don’t even know each other that well!” I exclaimed in embarrassment. She raised an eyebrow at me, “Alright darling, go lie to yourself in the mirror like that.”.

“But I’m not lying! I doubt if we will ever speak after this project!” I exclaimed. I looked down on my plate as I took another bite of the cake.

Yeah, I really enjoyed when we talked to each other but the possibility of him never wanting to speak to me is highly possible.

Aside from abnormal activities happening near Jotaro, I came to like him really much.

“N/n… If you are afraid of him not speaking to you again, make the first move. Ask him to hang out, or ask him to walk with you home if he lives near. Be creative!” Mom advised me and I nodded. ‘As always, she has a point…’ I told myself.

“I’ll think about it…” I told her as we continued to chat and eat cake for the rest of the night…

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*time skip, Tuesday, 3.rd p.o.v*

It was 4:00 p.m. and Jotaro was pacing around his room and Star Platinum was sitting on his bed, watching his user with a mischievous smirk.

“And you little shit, try to pull another stand with her and you’re done.” Jotaro stopped in front of his stand who only shrugged his shoulders and replied with a couple of ora oras.

Jotaro’s eyes twitched. “What do you mean, you’re doing this because I’m a coward!? She can’t even see you!” he exclaimed as he slapped his forehead.

Star Platinum grabbed Jotaro’s hands and forced him to look at him. He said a simple sentence that left Jotaro a bit stunned.

“She can’t see me, but she probably can see your feelings… What do you mean by that?” Jotaro looked at Star Platinum as if he spoke quantum physics. Star wanted to rip his hair out because of his user's stupidity.

“I don’t have any feelings for her! It’s you that does this shitty pranks and leaves me looking like a complete dumbass!” Jotaro defended himself.

But as he opened his mouth to lecture his stand more, his mother knocked on his door and exclaimed, “JoJo dear, Y/n is waiting for you outside! Hurry up and finish talking with Star!” Holy scolded.

Jotaro looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. He was wearing a light grey shirt, his usual gakuran, black pants and a pair of dress shoes.

He grabbed his hat and placed it on his head. Star platinum rolled his eyes and disappeared, but not before letting out a few threatening ora oras.

Jotaro completely ignored what his stand said and opened his doors only to be met with an overly excited Holy.

“Oh my dear boy! You look so handsome! But first-” Holy gripped him by the collar of his gakuran, grabbed his hat and ruffled his hair, “-Get rid of this hat.” she said and she wanted to applaud herself for doing so.

“Give it back you-” Jotaro went to grab his hat but Holy just walked away. “Ugh this woman…” Jotaro groaned as he walked out of his house. Y/n was looking around, not paying any attention to the approaching Jotaro.

She was wearing washed out jeans with an f/c sweater and f/c sneakers. She was holding her jacket in her arms. He could get used to seeing her in more casual clothes… “Hi.” Jotar said and Y/n jumped in the air.

“Ah! Oh, hi Jotaro-” the h/c haired girl greeted Jotaro. “You showed up on time, congrats.” he said as he began to walk and Y/n rushed to him.

“Hey Jotaro! Don’t walk too damn fast! I don’t have such long legs, okay?” Y/n said as Jotaro slowed down to match her pace.

He wanted to laugh but he kept it in, “Whatever you say…” he said as they continued to walk to the aquarium. Jotaro knew where it was located since he actually planned to go there a few times.

“I really hope we can feed the dolphins! What do you think, Jotaro?” Y/n asked him as she tried to make small talk on their way to the newly opened aquarium. Jotaro glanced at her and smiled, “Yeah, I hope so too.”.

They walked for a few more minutes and they came to a halt at the huge building. It had many blue tinted windows and huge letters lined up above the big entrance that said, ‘The Sea Life aquarium’.

Y/n stood in awe in front of the huge aquarium building. Jotaro had to fight himself not to let Star Platinum out. He wanted to giggle like a schoolgirl but since he was in public he kept the stoic face expression.

They entered through the entrance and were met with a small line for the ticket stand that was right in front. It had three cash registers and behind them were the ticket prices. Next to the large ticket stand was the map of the aquarium.

From the ticket stand were two paths, the left one was for the aquarium tunnel and the right one was for the performance/animal care podium.

They are both connected on the other side (like a semi-circle), meaning you can walk through one of the paths and exit through another.

“You go wait there on the bench, I’ll pay for the tickets.” Jotaro said as he stepped in a rather small line. Y/n’s eyes widened.

“But Jotaro I can pay for my own-” “I said, I’ll pay. Go wait for me on the bench.” Jotaro said as he turned away from Y/n who sighed in defeat.

There was no point in fighting. She clutched his notepad and sat on the bench. She looked at Jotaro and now she finally noticed that he was missing his signature hat.

She ogled at him more until he turned his head in her direction. Shit, he caught her. The e/c eyed girl coughed and averted her gaze from him.

Finally, it was his turn to buy the tickets! After he spoke to the clerk he gave her the money and she gave him the two tickets.

Y/n felt a surge of happiness pass through her as she saw Jotaro approaching her with the two tickets. Was it because she was finally visiting an aquarium or was it because it was with Jotaro, she didn’t know.

“Here you go, and we got two wristbands.” Jotaro said as he gave Y/n one ticker and wristband.

“Thank you, Jotaro!” Y/n grinned as she took the ticket and wristband from Jotaro. He tried to put the wristband on but he was struggling a bit and Y/n noticed.

“Hey, Jotaro, need any help?” she questioned Jotao who exhaled, “Yeah…”. He extended his hand and Y/n put on his wrist band in a second. She easily put her on too and laughed - “You can always ask for help, you know.”.

Jotaro nodded and they walked to the right path where the dolphin performance was about to start.

Once they entered they were met with many kids and tired out parents. There was a glass barrier that separated the kids from jumping into the tank.

It had a platform for the caretakers to walk on and the rest was the giant pool of water. Inside were two dolphins which were now softly bumping their snouts onto the glass surface, making the kids squeal in joy.

“The performance is supposed to begin at any moment.” Jotaro murmured to Y/n as he checked his wrist watch. The lights dimmed a little and a few ceiling reflectors pointed to the doors.

From the doors emerged a guy carrying a bucket of fish clad in something similar to a surf spandex. It was black with dark blue, He had longer black hair that went past his ear and dark brown eyes and his face was adorned with freckles.

‘Wait a Goddamn second… I’ve seen this guy before! That’s Kenshin Akiyama! He goes to another class… I’ve seen him around the hallway a few times. I didn’t know he works as a dolphin caretaker…’ Y/n thought as she started at the fellow highschooler.

He waved at the crowd and bowed, “Hello everybody! I’m so glad you could join me here today! Here with me we have Yuki and Maiko!” Akiyama whistled and the two dolphins swam up to him.

“Here you go…” he mumbled as he threw one fish to each dolphin who ate them with no problem. Kids and Y/n watched in awe and Jotaro imagined him being that guy, feeding the dolphins.

And so thirty minutes passed of the dolphin duo doing many tricks and even splashing Jotaro and Y/n.

To which he grumbled and Y/n laughed. At some point of performance, as Akiyama was throwing the fish to the dolphins he looked at Y/n and winked.

Her eyes widened as she felt really embarrassed. Why did he feel the need to do that? Jotaro, who was standing slightly behind Y/n glared at Akiyama while he wasn’t looking.

What gave this guy the audacity to do that? He thought as he deeply exhaled. He needed to keep calm or he would summon Star Platinum to teach this guy a lesson.

After the performance was over and the kids and their parents left to go explore the rest of the aquarium.

Only Y/n and Jotaro were left and before Akiyama went through the doors Y/n shouted, “Akiyama-san! Do you have a minute?”.

Akiyama smirked as he looked at her, “Well of course I do! Give me a minute!” he exclaimed from the other side of the tank and walked through the doors. Jotaro fought the urge to roll his eyes.

He noticed the two dolphins swinging up to the glass barrier and once again bumping their snouts into it. Y/n immediately crouched and put her hand to where one of the dolphins snout was.

As Jotaro was about to do the same, Akiyama’s voice interrupted him. “It seems they’re really fond of you.” he laughed as he placed the fish bucket next to the tank and walked to them.

He was still wearing his spandex and his hair was still wet. But now he was wearing a pair of black flip flops.

“Really?! That’s so cool! But anyways, me and my friend Jotaro were thinking you might tell us something about the dolphins? Any fun facts or such.” Y/n said as she got up and faced Akiyama who’s smirk grew even larger.

“No problem, doll. Why don’t you come by my changing room after your little visit here?” Akiyama swept away his wet black hair as he looked at Y/n. He was obviously intentionally ignoring Jotaro and Y/n wasn’t having any of it.

“I’m sorry Akiyama-san, but I’m here with Jotaro so if you don’t mind us going there together.” Y/n replied and Akiyama rolled his eyes. “Nevermind…” he glanced at Jotaro who was already staring at him.

And so Akiyama told them how he cared for the dolphin duo, how he trained them some facts about the species in general.

If Jotaro could get a dollar for every time this idiot has hinted he wanted to talk to Y/n without his presence he would be a billionaire by now.

He wanted to summon Star Platinum and smash his skull against the floor or drown him. Something weird stirred in Jotaro’s stomach…

Was it jealousy? “-And so we train with them almost every day.” he finished his little story and Y/n nodded.

“Thank you for your help Akiyama-san!” Y/n thanked politely and Akiyama grabbed her hand and suddenly kissed it. “No problem Y/n-chan. See you around school…” he purred as walked away.

Leaving a stunned Y/n and fuming Jotaro with the dolphins. Jotaro exhaled and rolled his eyes, “Good grief, what a bastard…”. Y/n nodded in agreement as she wiped the top of her hand against her jeans.

“You two know each other?” Jotaro asked as he gently grabbed Y/n by her upper arm and started to walk to the aquarium tunnel.

“I’m even surprised he knows my name if anything. I saw him a few times in the hallway and I remembered his friends calling for him. We never even glanced at each other.” Y/n spoke as she noticed they came to the start of the magnificent glass tunnel.

“Woah…” she mumbled as the shimmer from the water reflected into her eyes. There were so many fishes in here! Jotaro was still holding her upper arm and didn’t let go. He didn’t want her to get lost in the sea of people.

“Oh oh Jotaro look at this one!” the h/c haired girl exclaimed excitedly as she pointed to a beautiful pearl white betta fish. Jotaro smiled as he observed Y/n’s excited expression. Maybe he should invite her here more often…

And they passed the whole tunnel with ease. Jotaro scanned a few interesting fishes but his mind kept coming back to the dolphins. As they came back to the beginning Jotaro saw Y/n looking at the exit.

“Hey, do you want to check the dolphins one more time before we go?” Jotaro asked Y/n who turned to him.

“Of course! Let’s go!” she exclaimed as she subconsciously grabbed his hand and dragged him with her.

Jotaro blushed and wanted to tip his hat but he remembered his mom took it from him, making his emotions visible to everyone. As they arrived at the dolphin tank, Yuki and Maiko whistled and clicked in anticipation.

Jotaro noticed that Akiyama left his fish bucket by the tank. “Hey Y/n, look.” Jotaro gestured to the bucket half filled with fish in his one hand. Y/n looked at him and giggled a bit, “That’s the first time you referred to me by my name!”.

Jotaro raised his eyebrow, “Hm, I didn’t notice.”. He walked next to Y/n and smiled - “This is something I always wanted to do…”. “What, feed a dolphin?” Y/n asked as she looked at him.

He looked so… calm and relaxed. His aquamarine colored eyes glimmered from the reflection of the water.

His smile grew even bigger, “Yeah. For some time now I’ve been thinking of becoming a marine biologist actually.” he softly spoke as he gently dropped the fish to Maiko

Y/n grabbed another fish and dropped it to Yuki who happily ate it down. “Really!? That sounds so cool Jotaro!” Y/n smiled at the taller delinquent. He threw another fish and glanced at her.

“Glad you think so…” he mumbled out. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed talking about his dream profession, it was just weird not getting a negative response from other people in school. But not like he ever spoke with them about it anyway.

The dolphins whistled and clicked in excitement. Star Platinum manifested and marvelled in ora. He laughed and went to the tank and pet the dolphins. “Oraaa!” Star exclaimed in excitement as Yuki jumped up and dived down.

Jotaro smiled at his happy stand, after all… His stand was a part of him. Which made him remember what Star said to him in his room.

“She can’t see me, but she probably can see your feelings…”

Which made him think… Does he really have-

“Oh shoot! Some of the staff is coming! Jotaro, drop the bucket! Let’s go!” Y/n whisper shouted as she tugged on his gakuran. He placed the bucket down and Star sadly waved at the dolphins, “Ora!”.

They both ran through the tunnel and through the exit. The sun almost set and the sky received a deep orange colour with red and pink tint on clouds. This certainly was exciting…

Y/n and Jotaro sighed and collected their breaths. “Woah… We almost got caught feeding the dolphins…”. Jotaro nodded in agreement. “Yeah, and I think it's best for us to go home now…”

“I’ll walk you home, don’t worry about going home alone.” Jotaro said as they started to walk towards Y/n’s house. “Thank you Jotaro!” she smiled at Jotaro who returned the gesture.

They walked a few streets away until Y/n stopped in front of her house. “I had a lot of fun today, Jotaro. Hope you did too!” Y/n said as she looked at Jotaro who slightly blushed.

“You know… You can call me JoJo.” Jotaro said, which caught Y/n off guard. “It does suit you really well…” Y/n awkwardly giggled as she came closer to Jotaro. “See you tomorrow… JoJo.�� she whispered as she hugged Jotaro.

Not only did she call him by his nickname but she also hugged him.

He closed his eyes and slowly moved his arms around her waist. Neither wanted to let go…

But embarrassment got the better of them and they let go of each other. Both blushed and Y/n laughed, “Goodbye JoJo…” she waved to him as she went into her house and closed the doors.

Jotaro was left standing outside of her small yard with his heart hammering against his chest. “I…” he tried to say something but his brain stopped working. So… This was what Star Platinum was talking about?

He blushed deeply as he placed his hands in the pockets of his gakuran and turned around and started to walk home… And once he got home, got ready to sleep, his mind wondered,

Could she really see behind his glass surface?

#jotaro kujo #fluff #holy kujo #jjba x reader #jjba #jojo pt 3 #joseph joestar #jotaro x y/n #jotaro #jotaro x you #Angst #Stand #post stardust crusaders #star platinum #jotaro x reader

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Marital Rape, Entitlement, and the Myth of the Repressed Male

I'm reading Intimate Matters: a History of Sexuality in America by John D'Emilio and Estelle B. Freedman for my capstone project, and I'm frankly blown away by the depths of misogyny reached in parts of this book. Under the cut, I've quoted a passage from chapter 8, "Civilized Morality Under Stress," and given my response to it.

CWs for marital rape and rape apologism.

Most women felt less sexual desire than their husbands, and in the Mosher study, many described their "ideal habit" as involving less sex than they had. As one woman born in 1878 told Mosher, she did not find sex agreeable, yet had intercourse two to three times a week because her "husband's pleasure demands it and therefore [she] prefers to want it herself." [...] Another woman [...] had been badly disappointed by her husband's sexual demands. Throughout their sixteen-year marriage, she had acquiesced to intercourse more frequently than she cared to have it. The result was that she did not find sex agreeable and encapsulated male character by saying that "men have not been properly trained." Although her own experience in marriage makes this woman's judgement about men understandable, the deficiency did not lie in men's training as much as in the cultural prescriptions about male character. If the middle-class woman suffered from a tension between the inadequacy of her premarital instruction and the possibilities of the conjugal bed, her male counterpart found himself battered by the incompatibility of what he was told was his "natural" self and the ideals expected of a husband. Late-nineteenth-century commentators, both professional and lay, described men as assertive, aggressive, and impassioned, with a physiology and character that was, by nature, "more or less explosive." Such untamed energy had value in the world of work, though even there a man of integrity might strive to master his most unruly impulses. But, in the home, as husband and father, man's nature served him poorly, and he was expected to exhibit self-control and restraint. In short, the middle-class man was a personality divided against itself. --- Intimate Matters: a History of Sexuality in America, John D'Emilio and Estelle B. Freedman, third edition, pp. 176-179

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"Prior to the 1970s, marital rape was legal in every US state." (wikipedia)

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"10. The worst thing about male violence is that it makes men look bad.

11. Whatever women suffer from, it is worse when it happens to men.

12. Women’s ability to recognize male behavior patterns is misandry." ("The Rules of Misogyny")

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Honestly, there's so much pure misogyny in this quote that I'm having trouble even knowing where to begin. I think I'll move sentence by sentence through the passage, and then zoom out to make some broader observations. Bear with me, as I'm thinking my way through this as I write.

What is "marital rape," anyway? According to the Indiana Coalition Against Sexual Assault (INCASA), "Marital Rape is the term used to describe sexual acts committed without a wife’s consent and/or against her will by the woman’s husband. He may use physical force, threats of force to her or another person, or implied harm based on prior assaults, causing the woman to fear that physical force will be used if she resists." So far, nothing in the passage from Intimate Matters (henceforth "IM") strictly, explicitly fits the definition of marital rape. However, I'd like to call attention to the wording used to describe the women's "consent" to the sex described. The woman from paragraph two of the IM passage is described as having "acquiesced" to sex with her husband, and the woman from paragraph one describes sex as being something her "husband's pleasure demands (emphasis mine)." Neither acquiescence nor cooperation with a demand (a demand against which she had no legal recourse; she could either agree to the sex or be raped in a more violent manner) sounds like enthusiastic consent to me. Furthermore, INCASA mentions societal pressure for women to have sex as a facilitator of marital rape:

Stereotypes about women and sex such as women enjoy forced sex, women say “no” when they really mean “yes,” and it’s a wife’s duty to have sex continue to be reinforced in our culture. Such stereotypes mislead men into believing they should ignore a woman’s protests. These stereotypes also mislead women into believing they must have sent the wrong signals. Women blame themselves for unwanted sexual encounters, believing they are bad wives for not enjoying sexual encounters, or believing they are bad wives for not enjoying sex against their will.

"Women blame themselves for unwanted sexual encounters, believing they are bad wives for not enjoying sexual encounters," and yet this fact is unaccounted for in D'Emilio and Freedman's analysis of these women's responses in IM. Nowhere are the encounters in chapter 8 of IM referred to as marital rape, and the authors even go on to make excuses for the rapist.

Apparently, these husbands were so "battered" by the pressures of their patriarchal society that they simply had to rape their wives. They may even have felt guilty about it. This guilt was, apparently, not strong enough to prevent "sixteen years" of repeated marital rape. If the man felt such strong conflict, he would have stopped.

If the middle-class woman suffered from a tension between the inadequacy of her premarital instruction and the possibilities of the conjugal bed, her male counterpart found himself battered by the incompatibility of what he was told was his "natural" self and the ideals expected of a husband.

This sentence in particular enrages me. It portrays the discomfort and guilt of a conflicted identity with the psychological and physical torture of rape. The message is clear: men's hurt feelings are as significant as women's rape. I can't find the words to describe my disgust.

#I may expand on this later idk #cw rape #rape cw #radical feminists do touch #radblr #radical feminist community #radical feminists please touch #feminism

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