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The Long Way Home I Chapter Eight

Oscar Piastri x Harper Grace (OFC)

Summary — When Harper, a kind girl with a guarded heart, meets rising karting star Oscar Piastri at their English boarding school, sparks fly.

It only takes one silly moment of teenaged love for their lives to change forever.

Warnings — Teenage love, growing up together, falling in love, teen pregnancy, no explicit scenes when the characters are underaged (obviously??), strong language, manipulative parents, past death of a parent, dyscalculia, hardly any angst, slice-of-life basically!

Notes — The sports day scene really had me in my feels omg.

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The grass on the main field had been freshly mowed into lines, each one crooked enough to be noticeable. A cluster of teachers stood around with clipboards and stopwatches like they were auditioning for the Olympics, and the school's ancient PA system was making increasingly desperate attempts to stay audible over the wind.

Sports Day at Haileybury was not, as Harper had once assumed, a low-stakes afternoon of novelty races and post-Pimm's bruises. It was a full-scale military operation.

There were tents — tents, plural — each year had their own, flapping slightly in the breeze like they were preparing for battle. Some parents had actually brought champagne in coolers. A drone buzzed overhead. There was a pony somewhere. No one knew why.

Harper stood on the sidelines. It was March now, and at twenty-weeks, there was no hiding the fact that she was pregnant. Unlike the others, who were in their P.E kits, she was in her usual uniform. Blazer, white shirt, plaid skirt, white knee-socks, and black Mary Jane shoes.

She had a whistle on a string around her neck, which she kept fiddling with.

Oscar had insisted she be starter for the boys' 400m. "You'll get the best view," he'd said with a grin, "and you don't even have to run."

Which was, frankly, ideal.

Sam was already moaning. He'd been forcibly signed up for hurdles after one of the Year 11s sprained their ankle falling off a climbing wall during warm-up.

"I'm gonna clip every single one," he declared, stretching dramatically. "I'm gonna eat turf in front of all these people. You're all going to laugh. I'm going to die. This is my legacy."

"Can't be worse than last year," Alfie said, lying facedown on a picnic blanket. "Remember when Jane bit it in the egg-and-spoon and still won?"

"I tripped!" Jane snapped. "And I powered through."

"You ate half the grass on the pitch," Matt said cheerfully.

"Whatever," she muttered. "Still beat all of your times, didn't I? Fucking idiots."

Oscar was off stretching with the other Year 11 and 12 boys, already wearing his signature smug-athlete expression. He lived for this day. Being good at things in front of a crowd was practically his love language.

Harper watched him jog past, the back of his shirt clinging to him just slightly, and felt her cheeks warm. He caught her eye and winked.

"God, you're pathetic," Jane muttered beside her. "You've got that face."

"What face?"

"The 'my super hot Australian boyfriend is about to lap the entire field and I'm sooo going to kiss him afterwards' face."

Harper smirked. "It's a good face."

"I'm revolted."

The PA system crackled again. "Year Eleven boys, to the starting line for the 400 metres, please. Starter, take your position."

Harper shuffled over to the line, earning a round of polite applause just for existing — or possibly because someone mistook her for a teacher.

"Is she blowing the whistle?" A parent whispered nearby.

"She's pregnant, darling. That doesn't make her a criminal," the other replied. "Besides, didn't your Francesca have her little boy when she was here? Fourteen, wasn't she?"

Oscar and the other boys lined up — all long legs, cocky grins, tracksuit bottoms in various stages of removal. One of them started doing the Mobot ironically.

Alfie was muttering what sounded like a prayer. Sam just looked like he was going to throw up.

Harper raised the whistle to her lips and gave Oscar one last lingering look. He gave her a thumbs up. She rolled her eyes, but smiled.

Then she blew the whistle as hard as she could.

And they were off.

Oscar tore down the lane like he'd been fired out of a cannon. Jane whooped. Someone else shouted, "Go on, Whitaker!" and Alfie immediately collapsed onto Harper's chair, dramatically fanning himself.

"G'won Piastri! Bloody run!" Jane screamed.

"Thank Christ I wasn't signed up for that," he said. "Look at your boyfriend's calves. They're like weapons. I'm not built for violence. Or physical exercise.

Harper didn't answer. She was too busy watching Oscar absolutely demolish the field.

He was three body-lengths ahead by the final curve. By the time he crossed the finish line, the next closest runner was still negotiating the last 50 metres.

Oscar skidded to a stop, hands on his head, chest heaving — and then pointed straight at her like a footballer scoring a goal.

Jane stopped cheering in order to gag. "He's so in love with you, it's disgusting," she said. "Please don't shag him behind the scoreboard. This is a family event."

"I'm pregnant," Harper said with a grin. "That makes us a family, doesn't it?"

Jane laughed.

Sam limped over, trailing after Oscar. "Did you see me trip?" He asked. "We're not talking about it. Okay? I'm just putting it out there that the field obviously wasn't flattened enough."

Oscar came jogging back over, red-faced and sweaty. He didn't even pause — just leaned in and kissed Harper full on the mouth like it was the finish line itself.

A few teachers grumbled unhappily. Parents whispered. Their mates hollered and whistled.

"You blew the whistle beautifully," he told her solemnly.

"I'm a natural," she replied, breathless with laughter.

"And I smoked all of them."

"You're a show-off."

"I'm a winner."

She rolled her eyes. "I know that, Piastri. I've seen your trophies."

"I'm gonna kiss you again."

"You're sweaty." She complained.

"Don't care."

And then he kissed her again.

Behind them, the sack race began with someone falling over immediately and landing in a cone. A boy from Year 9 started crying when he got hit by a flying beanbag. There was a faint chant building by the Year 8 tent involving someone's mum and the pony.

Harper just shook her head, leaned into Oscar, and thought, weirdly, that she might actually miss this place when they were gone.

—

The maths revision group (not to be confused with the Harper's Tutors group) had been Alfie's idea. Which was insane, really, because Alfie was objectively the worst at maths after Harper. But apparently he felt that gave him some sort of authority.

"It's all about teamwork," he'd said, dragging desks into a semi-circle like they were in some sort of low-budget TED Talk. "If we all suck, no one feels bad."

"That's not how GCSEs work," Jane said, already bored, perched on the edge of a desk with a highlighter in her mouth.

Oscar sat beside Harper, chewing the lid of his pen and pretending not to glance every three seconds at her workbook like he might be able to absorb her stress through osmosis.

Harper had her revision guide open but had spent the last ten minutes underlining the same heading: Foundation Paper — Non-Calculator Section.

The numbers swam a bit. They always did. Like they had a personal vendetta against her.

"Okay," Sam said, flipping a page in his own workbook. "Let's go over fractions again."

"I will literally walk into traffic," Harper muttered.

"No, you won't," Jane said without looking up. "You'd just miscalculate the angle and the car would miss you."

Alfie howled. "Oi. That's harsh."

Harper gave Jane a glare. Jane gave her a bored thumbs-up.

Oscar nudged her thigh with his knee. "Stop stressing."

"I'm not," she muttered. "My brains just broken."

"Mate," Sam cut in, "if your brain was broken, you'd be one of those people who claps when a plane lands. You're not. You're just maths-thick. It's a very specific kind of issue."

Harper stuck her middle finger up at him.

"This is supposed to be a supportive space." Oscar said, unimpressed.

Alfie was already drawing a diagram on the whiteboard someone had dragged in from the art room. "Right. Improper fractions. They're just fractions that think they're better than you. Like, calm down, you're literally top-heavy."

"I happen to like top-heavy." Jamie, one of the year 11's in her foundation maths class, said.

Sam threw a highlighter at him.

Matt, who'd somehow ended up being the quiet brains of the operation, raised his hand like they were in an actual classroom. "Can I please just explain it properly before Alfie confuses everyone again?"

Oscar nodded. "Please do."

Matt sighed. "Okay. Harper — look. You've got seven halves. That's just three wholes and a half. You already know that. You could do that in your sleep."

"Yeah, but ask me to write it down and I panic," she said. "It's like I know it in my head, but the second I see numbers on a page, it's like they're in a different language."

"That's 'cause school maths is designed by sadists," Sam said. "Don't let it get to you."

Jane reached into her bag and handed Harper a mini packet of Haribo. "Sugar for the brain," she said.

"Thanks," Harper said, taking it. She rested her head on Oscar's shoulder for a second, and he leaned into her just slightly. Just enough to be reassuring, not PDA.

Alfie pointed at the whiteboard. "Okay. Here's the deal. We go over ten problems tonight. If Harper gets through them all without throwing a chair or crying, we reward her with cake from the machine."

"I like that plan," Harper said. She'd perked up a bit at the mention of cake. Oscar laughed when he felt movement beneath his hand. Baby liked the idea of cake too.

"You get cake either way," Jane muttered. "So please throw a chair at him."

Matt rolled his eyes. "Can we just start?"

Later, they were on their way down to the astro for some fresh air. "You're doing better than you think," Oscar said.

Harper didn't say anything. Just unwrapped the cake, tore off a piece, and stuffed it in his mouth before he could keep talking.

"Shut up," she said.

He grinned. "Okay."

—

Oscar had been weird all day.

Not, like, noticeably weird to most people — but Harper could tell. He kept checking his phone and tapping his fingers like his body had extra electricity to burn.

At lunch, he barely touched his chips, which was criminal, and when she asked him if he was alright, he'd just muttered, "Yeah, fine," and went back to staring at his phone.

Now, in the common room, he was pacing.

Actually pacing. Back and forth across the threadbare carpet.

"Osc, what's up with you?" Harper asked finally, closing her science book and watching him with raised eyebrows. "You're making me dizzy." She sighed.

Oscar stopped pacing, spun around, then walked over and just—held his phone out to her.

She blinked at it. "What am I looking at?"

He shoved it closer.

It was an email. Official, professional, with a logo that looked like speed and money and adult careers.

Subject line: BRITISH FORMULA 4 – DRIVER PLACEMENT OFFER (CONFIDENTIAL)

She blinked again. Then looked up at him.

"No way."

Oscar ran a hand through his already-messy hair. "Mark wants me in for trials next month. If I do well, they'll sign me for the junior seat. Full kit. Sponsorship. Real team. Single seater."

Harper's eyes widened. "With TV coverage and contracts and all the posh helmets?"

"Yeah," he said, breathless. "Yeah."

She stood slowly, the email still glowing on his phone in her hand. "Oh my god. That's... huge."

"I know." He stared at her, eyes wild and overwhelmed. "It's insane. I didn't think they were even watching me this season. I thought they were going with the kid from Sheffield."

"Well, apparently not," she said, handing the phone back. "Osc..."

He let out a stunned, choked sort of laugh.

Sam, who had been half-asleep on the sofa under a textbook, sat up and said, "Wait, what? What's happening?"

"Oscar got scouted," Harper said. "British F4."

"No way," Sam said, eyes wide. "Holy shit, that's—wait, do you get free jackets? I want a jacket."

"Mate," Oscar said, sitting down on the arm of the chair like his legs had just remembered they were fifteen and overwhelmed, "I'm going to be a dad. In like... four months. And now I'm getting offered a chance to race across the country every other weekend."

Harper sat next to him. She was quiet for a second. "You want to do it?"

His eyes snapped to hers. "Of course I want to do it."

"Then you should."

"But what about—?"

"You're allowed to have something," she said, before he could even finish the sentence. "We knew that going into this, didn't we? That there'd have to be sacrifices. I want you to do this."

He stared at her like he didn't believe it. "Harper," he said quietly. "I'm not leaving you."

"I know," she replied. "This isn't leaving. This is just... adding something. You don't have to pick between the baby and racing. We'll figure it out. We always do."

Sam clapped dramatically. "Right, well, now that we've sorted your future — someone tell me what the actual fuck simultaneous equations are."

Oscar looked back at his phone. His hands were shaking slightly.

Harper nudged his shoulder. "You're going to be amazing," she said. "And I'm going to be there to watch you win, Osc. As often as I possibly can."

"No promises on the wins," he muttered, but he was smiling now, in that quiet, stunned way that said maybe—for a second—he actually believed he could do both. "But I'll try. For you."

—

There were five of them crammed onto the threadbare rug in front of the common room sofa, surrounded by empty crisp packets, half-finished smoothies, and someone's maths textbook that had been repurposed as a coaster.

"Okay," Jane said, flipping her notebook open like she was taking official minutes. "We've ruled out anything weird and American-sounding, and Alfie's last suggestion was 'Rogue,' so he's on name probation."

"Oi," Alfie muttered, mouth full of Pom-Bears. "It's gender neutral."

"It's also the name of an X-Man," Jane deadpanned. "Not happening."

Harper was lying on her side, head in Oscar's lap, one socked foot lazily nudging Matt's leg every time he got too lost in his book.

"We don't have to pick one today," she said, though she was smiling. "We've got plenty of time."

"No, because if you don't decide soon, Alfie's going to campaign for something unhinged like 'Peach' and convince you that it's cute," Matt said.

"'Peach' is adorable," Alfie said, utterly unbothered.

"Peach Whiatt-Piastri sounds like a cocktail you order by accident in Ibiza," Sam added.

Oscar was quiet. He was playing with the ends of Harper's hair, twisting the red strands absently around his fingers. He hadn't said much since they started this conversation — which, to be fair, had started because Jane had walked in and said, "Right, I've been thinking. If it's a boy, you can't call it anything that rhymes with 'fart.'"

Harper had gone pink and said, "We don't know if it's a boy or a girl yet," and then they'd all gone down a rabbit hole of neutral names, none of which had made it past the group vote.

Now, Sam said, "We could do something badass, like River. Or Ash. That sounds like someone who'd wear leather and be in a boy band."

"I veto both of those names," Jane said.

Oscar let out a soft, distracted, "Yeah. I don't like those either."

Harper shifted slightly and said, "What about something literary? Like a cool author name?"

"Like what?" Matt asked.

"I don't know... Eliot? Or Austen?"

"Isn't Austen a bit on-the-nose?" Sam said. "With you being fancy and everything."

Harper threw a crisp at him.

They went back and forth for another ten minutes. Names got weirder. At one point, Jane suggested 'Moss'. Alfie floated the idea of 'Jelly'. Someone genuinely said 'Cricket'.

Eventually, Harper sighed, turned over to lie on her back and looked up at Oscar.

"You haven't said anything. What do you like?"

Oscar blinked. "I... dunno."

"Well, do you want something traditional or weird?"

"Just something nice, I guess. Something that suits her."

Silence.

Complete, stunned silence.

Matt dropped his can of Pepsi on the floor.

Jane gasped. "Wait. Her?"

Oscar blinked. "Oh. Shit."

Harper slapped a hand over her eyes. "Oscar, oh my God."

"You know the gender?" Sam practically shouted, scrambling to sit up straighter.

"We just found out at the scan on Thursday," Harper said, her face now redder than the KitKat wrapper on the table.

"I can't believe you didn't tell us!" Jane shrieked, half-laughing, half-scandalised.

"You're all so dramatic," Oscar muttered, clearly trying not to laugh. "It's normal not to tell people. We just wanted it to be a secret between us for a while."

"Mate, you're going to have a daughter," Alfie said, eyes wide. "That's so crazy."

"It's not that crazy," Harper argued, sitting up now.

"Oh my God," Jane whispered, pressing a hand to her mouth. "We're going to be aunties and uncles to a tiny little baby girl. We have to buy her tiny Converse. Pink ones!"

"Do babies even wear shoes?" Sam asked.

"I think so," Jane said.

Oscar wrapped an arm around Harper and pulled her in a bit closer, his cheeks still pink. "Sorry. I didn't mean to say it. It just came out."

"I'm not mad," she said softly. "They'd find out eventually. And... it's kind of nice."

Matt was still staring at them. "A girl," he said again.

—

It was a Friday. The sky was low and grey, and Haileybury's quad looked like it had been dunked in dishwater. A breeze kept snapping at the blazers of students crossing between buildings. Harper was halfway through a very dull lunch of jacket potato and beans when the message came down from reception.

Someone was here to see her.

Not her mother. That had been her first question when the note from the admin office arrived.

No — it was a man. Mid-sixties, they said. Said he was her uncle.

"Is he angry?" Harper asked, standing beside the reception desk in her cardigan and too-small school skirt, her satchel cutting into her shoulder. The woman behind the desk — Mrs. Keller, who always looked like she was two sneezes away from retirement — blinked at her.

"Seemed... posh," she said, like it might be a warning. "Said he was your father's brother. Waitin' in the front hall."

Oscar was already there when she arrived — clearly having run the whole way from the library. His tie was half-askew and his hair was sticking up.

"You okay?" He asked. She'd texted him and asked him to meet her there.

"I don't know," she said honestly.

Then they stepped inside.

He was waiting by the mantelpiece, spine straight as a gatepost, coat over one arm. His suit was cashmere. His shoes shone like piano keys. His face — older than she remembered, thinner — broke into a polite, somewhat startled smile when he saw her.

"Harper," he said, approaching.

She blinked. "Uncle Thomas?"

He took her hand, briefly. Warm palm, dry fingers. "It's been years. My God. You look so much like your father."

She swallowed.

"This is Oscar," she said stiffly, stepping aside.

Thomas gave a cordial nod, but didn't hold out his hand. "I know who he is. I've spoken to your mother once or twice recently."

Oscar flushed. Harper tensed.

"I haven't," she said flatly.

"Well," said Thomas. "Then I envy you."

"Why are you here?" She asked. "I haven't seen you in years. Since the funeral, probably."

He exhaled, then reached into his coat. Produced a leather folder, worn but clearly expensive. "I'm here," he said, "because there are some things you weren't told after your father passed away. Things your mother, I suspect, ensured stayed buried. But you're nearly sixteen now, and legally—well, let's just say, some things are coming due."

He opened the folder and pulled out a few pages, slid them into her hands. Old estate paperwork. Land registry documents. Bank account details. And her name — "Lady Harper Grace Whiatt" — right there, typed in thin, haughty letters.

She stared at it. "What is..."

"It is all yours," he said gently. "Left to you by your father. It was meant to become accessible upon your sixteenth birthday, barring any specific contest. Your mother..." He trailed off. "She was aware of your main trust-fund, but your father was worried that she might— well, I'm sure you understand."

Oscar leaned over to glance at the documents. His mouth opened, then shut again.

Harper still hadn't spoken. Her throat felt dry.

"She loved him," she said finally. "My mum. But she hated everything about his family."

Thomas gave a sharp little smile. "Yes, well. She made that abundantly clear. But hate does not negate legal reality."

There was a long pause. Outside, the wind rattled the old glass panes.

"And your, um, baby?" Thomas asked carefully, glancing at her belly, still small but no longer invisible. "Healthy?"

"Yes. Why?" Harper said, eyes narrowing.

"It could complicates things. The trust wasn't written with a... continuation clause. We may need to involve a solicitor."

Oscar stepped forward. "You don't get to use legal language to scare her."

"I'm not trying to scare anyone," Thomas said calmly. "I'm trying to be honest. Your child, Harper, will be entitled to things too. In time."

Harper looked down at the paper again. Her father's name. Her own. Words like "estate" and "trustee" and "inheritance".

Then, in a whisper, "Why didn't you come before now?"

Thomas blinked. His expression cracked slightly. "I was asked not to."

"By my mum?"

He nodded once.

Harper swallowed. Then she folded the paper back into the folder, held it tight to her chest like a shield. "I'm not a Lady. I'm just... I'm just a girl trying to get through her GCSEs. I live in a dorm with a bunch of boys who eat cereal out of mugs. I'm fifteen and pregnant. And now you're telling me that I've inherited... all of this?"

Thomas looked like he didn't quite know what to say.

Oscar put a hand on her back.

Harper looked up at him. She didn't say anything.

"I'll leave the documents with you," Thomas said finally. "And if you need help... I'm not your father, Harper. But I did love him. And I'd like to know you. If you'll let me."

He gave her a shallow bow, then turned and left — expensive shoes echoing off the flagstone floor.

Silence dropped in his wake.

"Did that actually just happen?" Oscar asked.

"I don't know," Harper said, staring down at the folder in her hands. "But I think I just inherited two million pounds and an estate."

Oscar blinked. "That's mental."

"Completely," she muttered. "Absolutely mental."

Then she looked at him and added, "It might... it might make things easier, though. Won't it? You won't have to rely on your parents to keep paying for you to race, Osc." She breathed.

He frowned at her. "It's your money."

"We're a family now. We made that decision together." She said, quietly. "I don't need that much money, Osc. We'll be smart with it. Invest it in your career. Doesn't that make sense?"

She was starting at him so earnestly.

He held her. Leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers. "Think about it."

"I've thought about it." She said. "It's ours. We'll use it to make sure our baby gets the best of everything, and that you get the opportunity to get to the top. Yeah?"

"Yeah. Okay." He whispered. "Okay. This is insane, but... okay."

"We do this together, Osc. Everything." She told him. "The exams. The baby. Your career. My career. I'll be able to pay for a coding course and invest in my own projects." She said. Her eyes were sparkling. "I love you. And we're going to do this together, or not at all."

"Marry me." Was all he said.

She jerked away and laughed. "Shut up. We're fifteen!"

"Marry me." He said again.

She rolled her eyes. "We've got Chemistry in ten minutes, Piastri."

"Okay." He said. He was staring at her and smiling. "Okay, babe. Let's go to Chemistry."

NEXT CHAPTER

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Hasta Los Dientes || Alexia Putellas [Part One]

Pairing: Alexia Putellas x Lionesses!Reader

Summary: One of Arsenal's top players receives an offer to play for Barcelona after recovering from a cruciate ligament injury in her leg. Following a recent fallout with the Gunners' captain, the athlete decides that the best course of action is to accept the offer and escape the tension in the locker room.

Note: English is not my first language!

Warning: None!

Next chapter | Women's Football Masterlist

It wasn’t much of a shock for Arsenal fans to know that Y/n Lancaster was one of the best players to ever set foot in London. With her tall stature and athletic build, Y/n was an imposing figure who caused a certain apprehension and fear in some rival players (and sometimes even in her own teammates). But it was also clear that the passionate sighs often outweighed the frightened ones.

Y/n Lancaster was a true sight for sore eyes.

Y/n had woken up just a few minutes earlier to the sound of rain tapping against the window of her bedroom. It was the only sound filling the uncomfortable silence in the room. Y/n stared at her own reflection in the mirror across from her bed, wearing a shirt from last season’s Arsenal training kit. The red shirt seemed to weigh heavily on her shoulders—not because of the fabric, but because of the uncertainty that had settled in her chest since the incident that had nearly cost her career. Her return to football was supposed to be triumphant. That’s what was expected of one of the team’s biggest stars, wasn’t it? The young prodigy who had become a relentless defensive midfielder, and who, after months of recovery, would return more unbeatable than ever.

But reality was far less cinematic. Her body still bore the scars of the injury, and although the doctors assured her she was ready, Y/n’s mind still seemed to stumble over the memory of that fateful day when a hard tackle took her off the pitch, taking with it not just a perfect season, but perhaps her future as well.

Now, time was running out for Y/n. Her contract was nearing its end, and negotiations were becoming more complicated with the rise of a new star in the squad. Arsenal wouldn’t wait for her forever. Y/n knew that.

Taking a deep, painful breath, Y/n closed her eyes, tasting the faint bitterness of fear and uncertainty. But she quickly swallowed it, knowing she couldn’t afford to doubt her own abilities, and especially not to lose her place not just as a starter, but also as the captain of her national team.

Y/n got out of bed carefully and stretched, knowing she had to be at the training center by one in the afternoon. The physiotherapy sessions seemed to have intensified with the expectation that Y/n might play in the next match, even if only at half her capacity. The defensive midfielder felt she could deliver more than just a simple game—she wanted to return to being the absolute starter who was essential to the team.

Lancaster had promised herself that she would come back more unbeatable than ever. This would be her golden season, and perhaps it wouldn’t be at Arsenal where her true potential would be tested.

With determined steps and a reserved posture, Y/n entered the physiotherapy wing with a closed expression and Frank Ocean’s *Ivy* resonating through her headphones like the soundtrack to her own melancholy. Y/n kept up her recent routine: spending hours practicing exercises that would drain all her energy, then heading to the second pitch to test her free kicks with an assistant who had been hired to help her recovery. He didn’t seem to be more than twenty-three years old and was a little less reserved than Y/n, which helped form a small friendship between them.

Y/n finished lacing up her boots and appreciated the faint appearance of the sun in the English city. It was rare to find any trace of weather other than rain. Y/n tied up her hair, making a mental note to trim the ends before officially returning to the pitch. If Y/n were to stay at Arsenal for only the next six months, she would make sure they were the best six months of her nearly ten-year stint with the team.

The sound of her cleats hitting the ground was enough for Henry to notice her presence. The tall, blond-haired boy smiled, showing he was happy to see Y/n well enough to start training with the ball.

“Ready to test some kicks and drills?” Henry asked, his tone knowing.

Y/n shrugged as she tested the condition of the pitch, her eyes landing on one of the goals used by the youth team. It was the first time Y/n had trained with someone several years younger, and she knew that younger players always tried to prove themselves to earn a spot in the main squad.

“I hope I’m not rusty. I’m a bit too old to be away for so many months,” Y/n said, hearing the man chuckle.

Henry grabbed a few soccer balls, testing them to make sure they were properly inflated before starting Y/n’s training. The main team was in need of an official free-kick taker, and Y/n was the best at that. No matter the distance or angle, Y/n would either score or make a pass so precise that many wondered how she found those damn gaps in the defense.

It didn’t take long for Henry to set up the wall and for Y/n to place the ball at an angle she loved. Taking free kicks and hitting the perfect angle was one of Y/n’s specialties. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and counted to three, listening for the whistle to blow across the field. With her eyes fixed on the top right corner, Y/n struck the ball so perfectly that the goalkeeper didn’t even come close to reaching it.

“Rusty, huh?” Henry uncrossed his arms, his expression one of surprise.

Y/n chuckled softly, knowing there was no way she could forget how to hit an angle that was relatively easy for her. By the end of the afternoon, Y/n had done some isolated drills with some of the younger players to test if the defensive midfielder was still at her best.

“Damn, my knees are going to kill me,” Y/n complained, collapsing onto the grass, breathing heavily, sweat dripping down her forehead.

“I have to admit, your performance was better than expected. Twelve out of thirteen free kicks scored. Seven tackles and three assists,” Henry listed, his clipboard full of notes and points to be evaluated by the support staff. “Tomorrow you train with the starting team. Just do your best, and the reward will come.”

“I owe you one. Thanks, Hen,” Y/n thanked, smiling at the blond boy.

The boy smiled, knowing Y/n still had a long journey ahead, but that she would undoubtedly recover with excellence.

[justanotherrpmeme]

After-Action Patch-Up starters

"Hold still, [name], this might sting a bit." "You're lucky it's just a few scratches. You need to be more careful!" "Don't be such a baby. It's just a flesh wound." "I can't believe you jumped into that fray without thinking! What were you trying to prove?" "Here, let me help. I've had my fair share of battle wounds." "Ouch! Warn me before you start cleaning those cuts." "You're a mess. How did you even get into this situation?" "I never thought I'd see you so vulnerable. It's strange." "Let's patch you up before anyone else sees you like this." "You really need to work on your combat skills. I can't keep playing nursemaid." "I've got the first aid kit. Sit down, and let me take care of those injuries." "You did well out there, but you're not invincible. Let me help." "I told you not to charge in without a plan. Now look at you." "It's nothing serious, just a few cuts and bruises. You'll be fine." "I can't believe you're complaining about a little pain. You should see what I've been through." "Hold on, I'll get the antiseptic. This might sting a bit." "You're surprisingly fragile for someone who fights so fiercely." "You really know how to ruin a perfectly good day, don't you?" "I never expected to see you in need of my care. Life is full of surprises." "I suppose I should thank you for saving me, even if it means playing nurse now."

[CLEANS] The sender takes a cotton swab and gently cleans the dirt and blood from the receiver's wounds. [BANDAGES] The sender carefully wraps a bandage around the receiver's forearm, securing it to protect the cuts. [SCOLDS] The sender scolds the receiver, shaking their head as they tend to the injuries. [REACTS] The receiver winces as the sender applies antiseptic to a particularly nasty cut on their cheek. [COMFORTS] The sender reassures the receiver, offering comfort while tending to the injuries. [DISINFECTS] The sender pours antiseptic on a wound, causing the receiver to inhale sharply at the stinging sensation. [INSPECTS] The sender inspects the wounds, noting any deeper cuts that might need more attention. [LECTURES] The sender lectures the receiver, advising them to think before acting to avoid future injuries. [SMILES] Despite scolding, the sender smiles reassuringly, trying to ease the tension in the room. [COMPLAINS] The receiver complains about the pain, prompting the sender to roll their eyes and continue their work. [WORRIES] The sender expresses worry, sharing their concern for the receiver's well-being. [TREATS] The sender skillfully treats each injury, showcasing their competence in basic first aid. [ADMONISHES] The sender admonishes the receiver, emphasizing the potential severity of the situation. [ASSESSES] The sender assesses the overall damage, silently noting the toll the fight took on the receiver. [DISAPPROVES] The sender expresses disapproval, stating that putting oneself in danger is not acceptable. [ASSURES] The sender assures the receiver, claiming that despite appearances, the injuries will heal quickly. [HESITATES] The receiver hesitates as the sender reaches for a needle and thread to stitch up a deeper cut. [SYMPATHIZES] The sender sympathizes with the receiver, acknowledging the pain while praising their efforts. [SCANS] The sender scans the receiver's body for any hidden injuries, ensuring nothing was overlooked. [GRATEFUL] The receiver expresses gratitude to the sender for taking care of them amid the discomfort.

[goatskickin]

On the twentieth day of GOATmas, my true love sent to me...

...wood recolors of Seasons country deco!

For the colors: I am using Dynamite, Depth Charge, Shrapnel, Safety Fuse and Time Bomb by @pooklet, and Nesert and Honey by Io aka @serabiet.

A Less Threatening Rack - sculpturedisplayrack

notes: a cute bit of country-themed decor with not enough wood recolors for me. I like the original wood texture, so I kept it! I didn't keep the shine though.

I did include one plain white plate recolor, which is pictured. Making recolors of the plates at all was not fun.

More O This And That - sculptureceilingutensils

notes: nothing to recoloring this little thing, but I like having this deco

Rack O Plates - sculptureplaterack

notes: uses the existing texture, shine removed, one plain plate recolor for you

Spice Trader Starter Kit - sculpturewallspicerack

notes: I decorate with this little guy constantly when I make my CC free lots!

Download - 4 Seasons Deco - Wood RC's

[crow-crafting]

My first foray into dyeing fiber!

I have 4 colors of Jacquard acid dye, and I want to see what I can do with them. The colors I have are what are typically sold in one of their starter kits: Sun Yellow, Turquoise, Hot Fuschia, and Jet Black.

First up, a depth of shade exercise. I am doing five different depths of shade, 2%, 1%, 0.5%, 0.25%, and 0.125%, measured from a 1% stock solution.

I am using bare merino roving, as I do not have any bare wool yarn. I have two (approximately) 1 pound sections of this wool (actually 440g each rather than 454g which is 1 pound), so in order to do this experiment and the next one (or two, depending on how I break it apart), I tore it into approximate 10 gram sections.

I plan on separating these 10g sections lengthwise, and then spinning half of each. So I will end up with 5g of roving and 5g of yarn that was spun after dyeing. For the particular roving I was working with, 10g of wool was approximately 16.375" long. Tearing into 16.375" sections gave me pieces that weigh between 9.2g and 10.8g.

I started with 16oz leftover containers, and soaked each piece of roving. Because of work and my (lack of) energy after work, these soaked for 4 days in plain tap water.

Using the depth of shade calculations for 10g of roving, I planned to add dye as follows: 20ml for 2% dos, 10ml for 1% dos, 5ml for 0.5% dos, 2.5ml for 0.25% dos, and 1.25ml for 0.125% dos.

Using this math (20+10+5+2.5+1.25=38.75), I mixed up 0.4g of dye with 40ml of water. This did not give me much room for error with my measurements, with only 1.25ml of each color planned to be left at the end. I saved this extra dye for a possible future experiment. I weighed the dye powder with a dedicated art scale, that will never be used with food.

I gently squashed the saturated roving between my hands and added 8oz of tap water to the container I had soaked it in. I put the roving on the container's lid, next to the container. Once I had 5 container prepared, I added the appropriate amount of dye to each cup to get all 5 shades.

Once all dye had been added of one color and the containers stirred to distribute the color, I slowly lowered the roving back into the container. Because the wool was already wet, it sank into the solution easily, and the roving fluffed back up to a more normal size.

All of the roving is completely submerged, so I did not yet add any extra water or vinegar. I set the twenty containers in the garage, which seems to be about 85°F and very humid. Tomorrow morning, I might move them outside to get nice and hot.

I plan on checking the containers tomorrow at about 7pm, and added water if needed and white vinegar to assist with any dye not yet absorbed. I plan to let these soak until Monday or so, when I can get back to my dedicated dyeing equipment in order to steam set everything.

Initial note: the black seems to be a very lovely shade of dusky purple, and the yellow dye either did not dissolve fully or separated quickly, as there is quite a bit of sediment left in the yellow dye container.

Secondary note: make sure your gloves fit. Too large of gloves can make your movements clumsy, and can result in dye where you do not want it, including in the glove, and then on your hands. Remember! Acid dyes work on protein based goods, and your skin is very much protein based enough for the dye to be happy to stick and stain you. Not that I was just reminded of this, or anything. Just a random note. Pay no attention to the blue thumb.

[mcr-themed-brain]

Tutorial on how to make patches, because DIY should be accessible and inexpensive, and u shouldn't have to turn to fast fashion websites

Materials Required:

An idea

Fabric

Paint

Needle and thread

How do I procure these items?

Idea

You're in luck, ideas are very easy to have, at no monetary expense. If you don't know exactly what you want to put on a patch, you can type "punk patches" into tumblr/pinterest/google/etc and note down anything you like

Fabric

This is where most people start to worry - most of us don't sew and don't have an arsenal of fabric at our fingertips. But fear not! There are 2 options here

If you have money, you can buy squares of fabric from a craft store. Joanns Fabrics has bundles of quarter-yards for $10. Just one quarter yard can yield you dozens of patches

If you don't have money, don't be discouraged! You don't need to spend anything if you don't want to. Do you have an old shirt you don't wear? Pants? Bandana? Underwear? Bedsheets? That's usable fabric right there!!

Paint

The real bust of the list. Unfortunately, getting paint isn't as easy as fabric can be. You don't need anything fancy, mind you, any type of fabric or acrylic paint will work.

Small tubes of paint and paint pens can fit in your pockets. I bring this up for no reason at all...

Alternatively, if you go to school, consider asking an art teacher if you can borrow some. You could also ask friends and family who may paint.

Needle and thread

Once you make a patch, you need something to attach it with. Really, you can use anything -- glue, safety pins, etc -- but if you're attaching it to clothing, sewing is your best bet. Consider these methods of getting the needed items

Go to a craft store. Small starter sewing kits, packs of needles, or spools of thread are typically pretty cheap. If you can't spend money, though, consider that these items are also small, and can fit easily in pockets

Ask a grandma or other family member who may sew to borrow some supplies. Grandmas love it when younger people sew

Again, if you go to school, ask an art or theater teacher if you can borrow supplies

You can also use dental floss instead of thread, and it's actually recommended by some punks due to it being more durable than thread.

If you don't know how to sew, there are lots of online tutorials on how to do simple stitches!

But what if I'm not good at DIY?

Ever heard the phrase "practice makes perfect"? No one is good at anything the first time they try it. Don't let amateur-looking attempts stop you from trying.

Additionally, DIY isn't a contest. If you go to shows or alternative spaces irl, no one will care if you're obviously new to it.

Now go make patches and have fun!!!

[nonsensical-pixels]

heyyy everyone! a whole 2 months after i started on it, i finally come to you with my answer to @atomtanned's request for max20's garden at home set to be converted to the sims 2. it is not the entire set, i might go back and finish the missing pieces (mostly set deco) later; but for now, enjoy 31 new gardening-themed items for your games! 🌿 this set takes up a lot of file space, too much file space for simfileshare, apparently, so this download is hosted on mediafire only. to make up for this though, i've also uploaded the lot i used to preview all the items! you can grab it from the link below. aside from the cc in the preview, the only other thing it requires is a brick floor by @lordcrumps. collection file and readme are included, as always. more previews and info are under the cut.

this conversion would not have been possible without @tvickiesims and @lamare-sims' garden center collection, from which i cloned and edited the planters in the set from. so shout out to both of them, their set goes amazingly with this one, so be sure to grab it too!

DOWNLOAD: CC SET | PREVIEW LOT 🍀 (warning: large file size)

again, credits go to max20 on patreon for the original ts4 meshes & textures, @tvickiesims and @lamare-sims for the planters i cloned the ones in the set from, and @honeywell-mts for their original garden plot, too. you're all amazing 💞

Close-Ups

click on the previews to enlarge them! * i forgot to picture one of the planters in particular, the 'planter my mother frame', but you can view all the items in max20's original item list.

Items Included

Bath For Bird and Not Only -> 642 polys Big River Rocks -> 440 polys Clover Grass -> 1 swatch, Terrain Paint Columnar Juniper -> 1464 polys Columnar Juniper Short -> 1464 polys, repo'd to Columnar Juniper Dry Fallen Leaves -> 1 swatch, Terrain Paint Flowerbed Good Wood -> 1980 polys Garden Arch Good Wood -> 2308 polys Garden Gate Good Wood -> 3408 polys Gardening Table -> 1992 polys Hydrangea -> 3056 polys Lilies -> 1098 polys Log For Chopping Firewood -> 352 polys Mini Greenhouse -> 676 polys Outdoor Water Faucet -> 984 polys Planter by Handy Wendy -> 188 polys Planter Good Wood -> 438 polys Planter My Mother Frame -> 434 polys Planter with Bevel Good Wood -> 345 polys, repo'd to Planter Good Wood Pots by Handy Wendy -> 285 polys Potted Plant by Handy Wendy -> 464 polys River Rock -> 118 polys River Rocks -> 188 polys, repo'd to River Rock Round Bench Good Wood -> 1968 polys Seedling Starter Kit by Handy Wendy -> 508 polys Set of Watering Cans by Handy Wendy -> 1084 polys Side Bush -> 366 polys Swing Chair Good Wood -> 3786 polys Table Good Wood -> 236 polys Tulips -> 672 polys Wheelbarrow by Handy Wendy -> 1040 polys

Things to Note

The ColumnarJuniperShort is repositoried to the ColumnarJuniper. The RiverRocks is repositoried to the RiverRock. The PlanterWithBevelGoodWood is repositoried to the PlanterGoodWood. The Planters are functional. They're cloned from tvickiesims and lamare-sims' garden planters, which are edits of Honeywell's pots. Any garden plants included in this download do not have seasonal states. I tried to add them and gave up almost instantly. They do have overgrown states, though. The GardeningTable is purely decorative, no slots either. Some textures may be a bit blurry when you zoom in on them. No clue why, it might be like that in the OG download too :/

if there are any issues that you find with this set, please don't be afraid to let me know! happy simming, and when you download this, do keep in mind,

( @4t2ccdatabase )

[fallenclan]

(Sunwish LIVES!!! AU) we’re all born fire-starters

(Eyyyyy it’s me it’s oven mitts anon 🥊 with my fanfic about long-dead FallenClan cats. Please keep me on anon. Using this author’s note up here to say that the title is taken directly from the lyrics of the song The Start of Something by Action Item, but the song that much more heavily inspired this piece is Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear by Mitski. Also I know that lollipop anon’s the worry box is fanfiction but it’s so so good and my brain keeps treating it like it’s 100 Percent Canon and that’s why while writing this Stormsight’s characterization is very much based off of his personality in the worry box. I can’t say the same about Sunwish though, I freestyled for her lol)

———

‘With no need for a beginning, nor any reason to end, the music continues. And so, no matter who you are, where you came from, what sins you have committed or hurt you have endured… when you are alone and there is no universe left to remember you.

You can always, always rewrite your song.’

—Light From Uncommon Stars, Ryka Aoki

———

“Why do you hate me?”

Sunwish stopped in her tracks. Her whiskers twitched. She did a quick once-over of the medicine den and found no one. No one except, of course, herself- and a little apprentice who was supposed to be sorting herbs but was instead dawdling, staring wide-eyed at her with a bristling tail.

Upon confirming that he couldn’t have been speaking to anyone else, Sunwish sighed, “Great StarClan, Stormpaw, where do you kits learn to say such nonsense?”

What a ridiculous idea. She doesn’t hate the boy. She was there when he was born- inspected each of his littermates and confirmed to their mother that they were all healthy. Besides, she probably physically couldn’t hate him, since she was not keen on getting her ears scratched out by her own apprentice. Silverbelly adored her little brother, and Sunwish adored Silverbelly, and therefore as a rule, Sunwish had to be fond of Stormpaw as well.

An old, familiar hurt made itself at home in her heart- honestly, just because she doesn’t bother to smile or laugh often, just because she wasn’t amusing or easy to like- she doesn’t mean to be unlikeable on purpose. If only they would understand-

Stormpaw, evidently not satisfied with Sunwish’s answer, was still dawdling. Sunwish was used to Stormpaw, the enthusiastic, diligent apprentice. She was not at all used to Stormpaw, the dawdling, moody little apprentice.

Sunwish glared at him, trying to look reasonably stern. She felt suddenly very self-conscious and worried that she looked instead like she hated him passionately, so her glare became a feeble one and she settled for mimicking his blank stare. “Stormpaw, your sister will be very cross with you if she comes back and finds that you have not finished your work. Focus, now.”

Stormpaw halfheartedly returned to his herbs, shuffling the horsetail into a loose little pile. Success.

An issue still remained, that Sunwish was not particularly pleased with the look on his face. Trying to get rid of it at once, Sunwish clarified, “I don’t hate you, kit. I don’t even dislike you.”

Stormpaw mumbled.

“Speak up,” said Sunwish. “I’m old.”

This was objectively false, but an apprentice wouldn’t know any better.

“You hate training me,” Stormpaw mumbled, though louder now. “Whenever Silverbelly is busy, you never teach me anything! You just kick me out of the den or tell me to go hunt with my littermates.”

Ah.

So.

That was the problem.

Sunwish found herself despairing and wishing, just a little, that it had simply been her personality that had been causing the problem once again.

“You know,” Sunwish tried, “it’s healthy to get fresh air every now and again.”

“I get fresh air! And if you want me out of camp so badly, you could just send me to find herbs!”

“A good work-life balance will do wonders for your life expectancy, kit. I know these things. I’m a medicine cat.”

“Ma’am, I just-”

“I’m sure Holly didn’t live to her old age by spending all day running around finding herbs all day and quizzing herself in her sleep.” Sunwish tapped Stormpaw’s side with her tail. “Which you do, by the way. It’s very annoying. If you can stop talking when you sleep, please do. Anyway, you can go ask her, as soon as you get your work done.”

“Ma’am-”

“Actually, why don’t I finish up for you, hm? Since you’re having so much trouble focusing today. Look at you, Stormpaw, you put nettle with the marigold, and you’re usually never this careless.”

“It’s only there ‘cause I wasn’t finished!”

“And why aren’t you finished? Just take a break, kit. I believe Hailpaw’s going out hunting. Go on and join her, now.”

Sunwish tried nudging the apprentice towards the entrance of the medicine den, only for Stormpaw to bare his teeth at her. “You’re doing it again!” he cried.

Sunwish attempted to blink innocently at him. “Yes, yes, you caught me. I admit it, you’re a very talented hunter, especially for a medicine cat apprentice.” She was hoping the flattery would be enough for Stormpaw to drop the matter, but he simply started lashing his tail in agitation. “The other day, Goldenstar and I shared the rabbit you helped Moonpaw catch. It was so good I was hoping you’d bring me another one. The Clan could always use more prey, besides.”

“The Clan doesn’t need me to hunt,” Stormpaw countered. “Goosepaw and Hailpaw alone could probably feed the whole Clan. Ask Hailpaw to catch you a rabbit. She’s going to be a warrior. It’s her job to catch rabbits.”

Sunwish lowered her voice. “Oh, is that what this is? Did you get into a fight with your sister?”

“No!”

“Or is it Otterslip?” Sunwish said conspiratorially. “He’s a bit annoying, isn’t he?”

“Otterslip is fine. Stop making excuses!”

“You’re making excuses,” Sunwish said, unable to help herself, because she was apparently just as petty as an apprentice. She tried again to nudge Stormpaw out of the den, only for the apprentice to flop to the ground, bringing up a cloud of dust.

Stormpaw sneezed.

“Bless you,” said Sunwish.

Stormpaw didn’t bother to thank her, which was rude. Instead, the apprentice bared his teeth at her again, which looked rather silly from his position on the ground. “I’m not leaving!”

Sunwish sighed. “I know.”

“And I know that you never wanted me to be a medicine cat in the first place, and I’m not leaving until you tell me why!”

Silence.

Sunwish cast one last, desperate look out of the den. Hailpaw and Otterslip were clear out of view. Damnit.

“Alright,” said Sunwish. “Alright.”

Stormpaw squinted at her with great suspicion. “Alright?”

“Sit up straight and I’ll tell you.”

Stormpaw picked himself off the ground and sat up perfectly straight. Sunwish made to nip at his scruff, hoping to pick out the dust that had gathered in his fur.

“And groom your pelt. For StarClan’s sake, Stormpaw, you’re all covered in dust, and are those leaves? You really do spend too much time here.”

Stormpaw shook her off and whacked her face with his tail for good measure. Sunwish sputtered indignantly.

“Well?” Stormpaw demanded.

Sunwish took a deep breath.

When Stormpaw was just a little kitten, there had been a period of time when Sunwish and Silverbelly did not speak to each other except to argue and yell. The subject of contention was, of course, Stormpaw- Stormkit, then- who wanted to be a medicine cat “more than anything else in the world,” as Silverbelly had put it.

Silverbelly had it her way in the end, of course.

Finally, Sunwish forced herself to begin.

“Everyone in the Clan thinks that you’re brilliant.”

The apprentice narrowed his eyes. “And you don’t,” he accused.

“For StarClan’s sake, kit, let me-”

“Well, I don’t care!” Stormpaw said, riled up enough for the fur on his shoulders to bristle. “I don’t need to be brilliant to be useful. Even if I’m not half as talented as you or Silverbelly, I’m still going to be a good medicine cat and help loads of cats ‘cause I’ll work for it. I don’t care if it’ll take me forever to get my name.”

Sunwish put her paw on Stormpaw’s head. She closed her eyes, breathing out a tired little sigh.

“Stormpaw,” she said.

Stormpaw huffed angrily at her. Sunwish drew her paw back, a little wary now. He might bite.

“Stormpaw, you are brilliant,” Sunwish told him, because it was the truth, and not because she was a little afraid he might bite her. He’s never been a bitey sort of kitten, but one never really knows, and his brother Dawnshine used to bite so often that she worried it might run in the family.

She watched the apprentice deflate, the fur on his hackles lowering as his expression turned to confusion. “I don’t doubt your abilities. That’s exactly the problem.”

“What- but… then why…?”

The boy had been talking nonsense earlier, but his words made her heart ache all the same. I don’t need to be brilliant to be useful. She had feared exactly this.

Stormpaw would make a wonderful medicine cat. Not because he has a connection to the stars, not because he’s clever with herbs- but because he cares. He loves learning about herbs. He wants to help cats. Right now, the only thing that makes him is a passionate, precocious apprentice.

That won’t last forever. One day, he’ll be full grown and he’ll have his star-given name, and FallenClan will depend on him- truly depend on him, as more than an apprentice who runs around doing busywork. He’ll be a real medicine cat, and he’ll be as brilliant as everyone says he is. By then, his future will be set in stone. It won’t if he no longer loves being a medicine cat anymore. It won’t matter if patients he couldn’t have saved slip away beneath his paws, if the blood and the loss and the grief and the blame become too heavy to carry. He’ll be brilliant and useful useful useful- too useful to give up without a fight.

Goldenstar is her best friend. But there had been a time when Sunwish had loved Scorchstar, too- had looked up to her, had listened with rapt attention to her stories, had beamed at her old leader as Nettlestem smoothed her fur down as a mother would.

And Scorchstar had told her that she had to be a medicine cat. For the good of the Clan.

Sunwish knows that right now, if she asked, Goldenstar would let her step down. But Sunwish had never been more than mediocre. Sunwish had never been more than bitter and resentful and impatient. If Stormpaw- grown-up, fully-trained Stormpaw, after seasons spent cementing his role in the Clan, proving himself to be caring and brilliant- could Goldenstar let him step down? Could FallenClan? Stormpaw the medicine cat would be good for the Clan. Everything Goldenstar did, everything Scorchstar did, was for the good of the Clan.

Scorchstar had never considered letting Sunwish go, and Sunwish had never been brilliant.

“When I was a kitten, a cat named Wildfang died,” Sunwish began. “Have you heard of her?”

“I- no,” Stormpaw said, taken off guard. “Who was she?”

“She was the medicine cat before me,” Sunwish explained. “When she died, the Clan was left without a healer, and without a cat to speak with StarClan and interpret their signs. There was no one suitable for the role- there were only warriors, and Goldenstar was training to be a warrior. I had not started my training yet, so they had to make do with me.” She couldn’t help the tightness in her throat. “I wanted to be a warrior.” The best in the whole wide world.

Stormpaw made a sympathetic noise. “That must have been hard,” he said softly.

“It was. I was angry for a long, long time.” She still was, most days. But Sunwish wasn’t about to say so to an apprentice. “You take your training very seriously, kit, so you must know that being a medicine cat is difficult. What I don’t think you understand is that it’s just as difficult to stop being a medicine cat. There are so few of us, and the Clan is always in need of a healer. And when you’re in the medicine den for all your apprentice days, and no one bothers to teach you to hunt and fight, it’s much harder to learn warrior skills when you’re older.” Sunwish bent down to nose at the apprentice’s forehead. “Great StarClan, Stormpaw, I know you chose this, but I don’t want you trapped here because of a decision you made when you were a kit. When I was a kitten, I would eat my own whiskers once they'd fallen off.”

“Did they taste good?”

“Not at all.”

“Then I think I’m going to start collecting them. My whiskers, I mean, now that you’ve given me the idea. I’m going to put them in dirt and make them stand straight up, like flowers, and in a few seasons I’m going to show all my whisker-flowers to the new kits and have them help me name them.”

Sunwish snorted. “You’re very odd,” she said dryly.

“No, you are. You ate your own whiskers.” Stormpaw was smiling now, which was a relief. The relief didn’t last long; his expression became more serious. “But I don’t feel trapped, ma’am. I love everything I’m learning right now. You don’t have to worry. I think I would feel trapped, if I had to be a warrior forever.”

“That’s another thing,” Sunwish went on. “I didn’t want you to be a medicine cat, but that didn’t mean I wanted you out of the medicine den forever.” She frowned, her claws flexing against the ground. “It’s the way things are done, but it isn’t right, how we train our medicine cats. Having a little kitten decide on the role they’ll have for the rest of their life, put them in training where they’ll be given quizzes and drills for all of their young life, put them in the face of a real disaster with nothing but tests and memorization to prepare them. No, no. I’d rather have taken you as an apprentice after you’ve completed warrior training first, Stormpaw. Maybe even after you’ve had kits, or an apprentice of your own. So I know that the future medicine cat will be experienced, and used to taking care of other cats.” She sunk her claws into the dusty ground. “...and that they have the skills to return to being a warrior, if things don’t work out.”

Stormpaw’s eyes were alight with understanding. “Is that what Silverbelly did?”

“No, no. She was just like you, kit. Begged me to teach her long before she saw her sixth moon.”

“Did you pitch a fit when she asked, too?” Stormpaw asked wryly.

Shame swirled in her belly. “No,” said Sunwish. “No, I- I agreed. I never said a word against her becoming a medicine cat. I was…” Desperate. Happy. Hopeful, for the first time since Morningbloom. “Selfish. I wanted a kit- any kit- to ask to become a medicine cat. I wanted a replacement so I could step down.”

“But… you didn’t step down. Even though the Clan has Silverbelly now,” Stormpaw pressed. “And now it has me, too. Why don’t you step down?”

Sunwish curled her tail around the apprentice. “Not long after she earned her full name, your sister fell in love.”

“Yeah, I know that.” Stormpaw made a face, half-annoyed, half-amused. “She and Applebranch are really sappy.”

Privately, Sunwish agreed, and she had to resist a smile. Her apprentice and her mate could really be insufferable sometimes.

Instinctively, Sunwish started flicking her tail back and forth. Stormpaw grabbed her tail with his two front paws.

“Stop that,” Sunwish chided, and he let go at once.

“Oh! Sorry!” Stormpaw shrank back, sheepish. “Silverbelly always lets me play with her tail.”

Sunwish understood this. The apprentice was around the same age as Silverbelly’s kits, after all.

Wordlessly, Sunwish stooped low and gave her tail a few slightly agitated licks before she settled down and went on. “Then, not long after that, she became a mother. And then her mother had a second litter.”

“That’s us!” Stormpaw trilled, pleased.

“Yes, kit. It all happened very fast.” Sunwish smiled faintly. “I couldn’t step down, kit. I couldn’t do that to my apprentice. Imagine how hard it would have been to be the Clan’s only medicine cat while trying to be a good mate and a good mother and a good big sister. She was still very young- though I know it doesn’t seem that way to someone your age.”

Sunwish stiffens as Stormpaw shuffles closer, and she manages to relax a bit when the apprentice leans into her side, purring.

“What about when we all have our names?” Stormpaw asked. “Me, my littermates, and Mudpaw and Flypaw and Robinpaw. Will you step down then?”

Sunwish rasped her tongue over the little apprentice’s head. She was still quite determined to get all those leaves out of his fur. “Yes, kit. Yes, most likely. I think I will.”

“And you’ll be a warrior?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ll be happy?”

“...yes.”

“Good.” Stormpaw made a noise in the back of his throat, a happy little chrr. He bumps his head against her shoulder, hard enough it hurts a little. “I want the rest of your life to be happy. You didn’t get to choose what you wanted, the first time over… so I hope everything else will be what you want.”

Suddenly, Sunwish can’t breathe. This little apprentice really will be a wonderful medicine cat.

Stormpaw insistently presses up against her shoulder again, looking up at her. “But…”

“Yes?”

“I want to stay a medicine cat apprentice. I don’t want to start warrior training now and come back later. I want to keep doing this. And I want you to teach me things, too.”

“I knew you’d say that, kit,” Sunwish said, fond. “And I promise I’ll start teaching you properly, but I won’t stop sending you out to hunt. I always, always, always want the path of a warrior to be open to you.”

Stormpaw nodded solemnly. Sunwish hoped he understood.

Anything you want, Sunwish would say, if she was a more sentimental cat. Be anything you want, little blue cat. You’ll be a wonderful medicine cat, but you can always, always rewrite your own fate. I’ll fight the stars themselves to make sure you can.

“I’ll also speak to the mentors and see about getting you started with some battle training.”

“Whaaat?” Stormpaw shot her a dismayed look. “But I don’t wanna!”

“Don’t complain, kit. Silverbelly had to do the same. I won’t have a medicine cat who doesn’t know how to defend themself.”

“I’m useless at fighting.”

“All the more reason to train, then.” Sunwish gave the grumbling apprentice one last lick between the ears. She’s decided that her task of grooming him was ultimately futile and that she would never get rid of the leaves in his fur. Later, she would summon Toro, who was quite possibly gifted by the forces of StarClan itself, and Toro will somehow manage to rid the herbs from her son’s pelt, because Toro was in no way a normal cat and was simply built like that. “Now, get off of me and finish sorting those herbs.”

“Yes ma’am.”

———

(Oven mitt anon 🥊 with ANOTHER author’s note, and this one’s to say that “Stormsight talks about herbs in his sleep” is taken directly from the worry box, chapter 4, AKA the chapter that haunts me forever and ever. Everyone go read the worry box.

Also on the list of books everyone should read is Light From Uncommon Stars by Ryka Aoki, it’s a lovely book with themes of breaking cycles, and also it will make you hungry because it has a lot of tantalizing descriptions of food whenever any character starts eating something. Thinking about how Scorchstar started a cycle and Otterslip continued it… wrote a fic about a world where Sunwish lived and decided to break the cycle she was in and works to become the person she needed when she was younger…

Anyways. CONSTANTLY thinking about how Sunwish was a very very young cat who was tossed into the Very Important med. cat role with no proper mentor, and how her herb stores kept going bad and she kept losing patients because she was a self-taught teenager learning from like, Cat YouTube and Skype calls with the dead and occasionally by doctors from out of town. What if she had lived and fought for better labour laws for her med. cat apprentices. What if she had lived and had fundamentally overhauled the apprentice system in FallenClan, like every apprentice spends a few moons training in EVERY role before the leader decides on a mentor for them or something? Constantly thinking about how Sunwish has the righteous trait… she probably would have done so much good if she only lived longer 🥺

And I miss Stormsight too. 😔 Writing this made me get attached oh my god)

(beetle note: OHHH MY GODDDD FUCK THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD!!!!! genuinely this made me tear up.... a Sunwish lived au..... the world could have been so beautiful. i'm now imagining a lovely future where she would have stepped away from being a medicine cat and become a warrior instead. FUCK. this is so so well written i LOVE IT!)

[hawkins-batman]

The “I Hate Noah Schnapp” Online Performative "Activist" Starter Kit

1. Choose ONE of the following:

A) “God, that Noah Schnapp kid. He’s such an evil twink.” B) “Did you hear Noah Schnapp contracted MPox and spread it to his cast mates?! 😱” C) "I hear Noah Schnapp is a total slut that gets passed around by older men like a used cigarette." D) "Ugh. I can't believe you people still like Will when Noah Schnapp is literally evil. I hope he dies and you all get queer-baited." E) Write in a relevant homophobic slur to use: _____

2. Pair your answer from Selection #1 with whichever of the following apply:

A) "I'm not homophobic." B) "I can't be homophobic. I'm literally queer." C) "Uh... it's not homophobia to say these things."

3. Choose up to TWO of the following:

A) "We have to have empathy, guys - he was raised by Jewish people so of course he behaves this way." B) "Man... I wish Noah hadn't been taught all this evil stuff from his parents. He used to be so sweet." C) "that noah schnapp kid is so ugly ewww lmaooo" D) "the boy is not your friend. you don't have to defend that little boy from death threats and slurs. it's not like he knows you." (If you select this answer, you must also select E.) E) "Um. Noah Schnapp is a full grown man. We can call him whatever we like, weirdo." (If you select this answer, you must also choose D.) F) Write in a relevant antisemitic slur to use: _____

4. Pair your answer from Selection #3 with whichever of the following apply:

A) "It's not antisemitic to criticize a Jewish person. We're just holding him accountable." B) "I'm not an antisemite and it's really offensive for you to say that to me." C) "Anyone with a brain knows what I just said wasn't antisemitic." D) "Good job being a GENOCIDE SUPPORTER!!!!"

5. (Optional) Write in the violent threat you would say to Noah Schnapp or a member of his family in person or their comment sections: ________________________________________________

6. (Optional) Do you intend to harass only Jewish people and actors or do you actually intend to point this energy at any other self-identified "Zionist"? _______________________________________

7. Please select from among the following tags to apply to your post:

#Free Palestine #Gaza #FromTheRiverToTheSea #anti-will byers #anti-noah schnapp #anti-byler #fuck noah schnapp #noah schnapp is an evil ZIONIST #no beta we die like my respect for Noah Schnapp (only select this tag if you are a fan fiction author who uses a character played by Noah Schnapp for your fan fics)

Note: If at any point you encounter any pushback whatsoever, you are obligated to make yourself the victim. Make sure you point out how mean it is that other people are "bullying" you before you block them.

Further Note: Remember that you are still allowed to appropriate Noah Schnapp's likeness for your own self-promotion. This includes shipping Byler, creating fan art, writing fan fictions, and making videos and memes.

[dandelionsresilience]

Dandelion News - December 1-7

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1. These high-tech windows fight climate change – and will save you money

“[“Vacuum-insulated glass”] insulates five times better than double-paned glass. The Enthermal product line holds energy about as well as fiberglass wall insulation[…. T]he energy bill savings offset the upfront cost of the upgrade in two to seven years, depending on the building[….]”

2. Doulas test ways to curb Memphis’ Black maternal, infant deaths

“Research shows they are key to better health outcomes. […] Free of charge, [parents enrolled in this pilot program], in addition to being paired with a doula, get access to free yoga classes, diapers, breastfeeding starter kits, nutritious food and other tangible help that can measurably boost well-being.”

3. Scientists find feeding grazing cattle seaweed cuts methane emissions by almost 40%

“This is the first study to test seaweed on grazing beef cattle in the world. […] Most research to reduce methane emissions using feed additives has taken place in controlled environments with daily supplements. But Kebreab noted in the study that fewer than half of those methods are effective for grazing cattle.”

4. Success for local residents as Florida council toppled over sewage plant plan

“A citizens’ revolt in a small Florida city ousted an entire slate of councilors who were pushing for a new sewage plant to be built close to one of the state’s most pristine and treasured rivers.”

5. Beaver survey aims to show the urban benefits of Chicago's 'ecosystem engineers'

“Urban Rivers is installing [“artificial floating gardens”] along the river to restore native wetland habitats, which provide food and shelter for wildlife, as well as natural spaces for humans.”

6. The future of plastic: Biodegradable, durable, and even edible

“[… T]he composite plastic proved not only sturdy but also more malleable than its core component, hydroxyethyl cellulose. Additionally, since both cellulose and tyrosine are edible, the biodegradable composite plastic can technically be consumed.”

7. Limestone quarries could be vital for wild bee conservation

“Quarries provide valuable habitats for wild bees and other animals and plants that occur on the now rare calcareous grasslands," explains lead author Dr. Felix Kirsch[….]”

8. New England wedding vendors offer help to same-sex couples before Trump inauguration

“Marriage equality isn’t immediately at risk. Trump has said he considers it settled law, but of course it’s hard to take him at his word […] so vendors in the region are offering free or discounted services to queer couples and noncitizens in a rush to marry.”

9. The indigenous women saving India's endangered giant yams

“Since their formation in 2022, the 10 members of the Noorang group have planted and brought back to the community 180 varieties of wild tubers[….] The project is part of [… a] farming initiative to eradicate poverty, provide agricultural training and empower women in vulnerable tribal communities.”

10. The US is making and deploying more solar panels than ever before

“[… D]omestic solar module manufacturing capacity has nearly quintupled since 2022[….] Solar is the cheapest source of new power generation by far, and it’s an increasingly large employer in the U.S., particularly in Republican-led states.”

November 22-28 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 77

While Mosspounce’s bruises heal, the broken bone takes one of Downstar’s lives.

[Image ID: Mosspounce and Downstar are healed. Under Mosspounce, it says - CONDITION: BRUISES. Under Downstar, it says - CONDITION: BROKEN BONE, LIVES LEFT: 2.]

(Mosspounce: 38, male, caretaker, adventurous, talented fire-starter)

(Downstar: 136, female, leader, wise, trusted advisor, very clever)

A rogue asks the Clan to care for their son, Shrew, now that he is weaned.

[Image ID: Oilstripe, Carnationspeckle, and Waspdawn find a red kit. Under the three of them, it says - CONDITION: GRIEVING. Under the kit, it says NEW PLAYER: SHREWKIT, 1, MALE, BOSSY, NEVER SITS STILL.]

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There were no safe patrols anymore. In Oilstripe’s mind, she could see what Anchovypaw reported every time he returned from patrol; black ichor smearing the grass and trees, the spiritual residue of monsters that lurked in the corner of your eye. Everyone knew that was why Silverpaw never returned to camp. Perhaps it was also why Oilstripe never saw the young molly’s spirit. Troutpool’s dreams simply told her Silverpaw had made it to the stars… eventually. That was why no apprentice could leave camp alone. That was why even the senior warriors asked for a few extra eyes to accompany them, even when not on patrol.

Today, Oilstripe had Carnationspeckle and Waspdawn to watch her back as they marked their borders. Haunted or not, RippleClan couldn’t give Gentlestar or Eelstar any ideas about expanding their territory in RippleClan’s time of crisis. They patrolled along AshClan's border first, spreading their scent wherever it smelled weak.

"Do you think anyone over there mourned for Weedfoot?" Carnationspeckle asked as Waspdawn finished marking a tree that sat right on the border.

"I'm sure of it," Oilstripe huffed.

"She saved their flanks," Waspdawn muttered, rejoining the couple. "They should be honored my mother deigned to help them." Deep within AshClan territory, the spirit of one of their warriors strolled through the trees. Even though they ignored Oilstripe, she felt the need to dip her head to the StarClan warrior. They could have killed one of the Ashes in the Water, for all she knew, but it felt right. It felt like the sort of diplomacy a deputy should show the former members of a different Clan.

"Who's that?" Carnationspeckle asked, her gaze following Oilstripe's. The ginger molly startled. Did her mate see the spirit too? But then Waspdawn's focus settled on something within the trees. Oilstripe's shock faded when a tortoiseshell, a living tortoiseshell, walked through the StarClan ghost. She carried a bright red kit in her jaws. The kit had a sharp blaze of white on his forehead that reminded Oilstripe of a star, or a half-moon set against a sunset. Oilstripe didn't recognize the tortoiseshell, but she knew her escorts. Barkfur walked beside the tortoiseshell, with Heronflank and newly graduated warrior Fernwhisper behind them.

"Ah, Deputy Oilstripe," Barkfur sighed as he approached the border. "Good, good. It's better we don't wait around."

"Who's this little tom?" Carnationspeckle purred, sniffing the red kitten.

"I'm Shrew," the kitten declared, wiggling as much as he could with his scruff in his mother's mouth. "Mom, let me go!" Shrew's mother obliged, placing her son at her paws. Shrew immediately tried to race off, but his mother hooked a paw around him.

"You're not an AshClan cat," Waspdawn noted.

"I hail from the northwest," the queen explained. "I… I've heard stories that the Clans take in kits whose mothers can't care for them."

"We…" Carnationspeckle said, blinking rapidly as she processed what the queen wanted. "We do. My daughter was one of those kits."

"We found her wandering our territory," Barkfur said. "We explained to her that AshClan isn't taking in cats from outside the Clan, but that RippleClan may be more open to assisting her."

"And we will, if that's what you want," Waspdawn said, dipping his head to the queen. "But.. why can't you care for Shrew?"

"He's the last of his litter," the queen sighed as Shrew, oblivious to the adults around him, nipped at his mother's grasp. "They all fell ill, I'm worried it's in their blood. I thought Clan medicine could help my son."

"He seems healthy to me," Carnationspeckle hummed. Shrew finally broke away from his mother and tumbled across the border. He chomped onto Oilstripe's leg with sharp kitten teeth. Oilstripe yelped and batted the excitable kit off.

"Very healthy," Waspdawn chuckled.

"So did his siblings," the queen gulped.

"You don't have to give him away," Oilstripe explained as Shrew gawked at Waspdawn's half-tail. "You can join RippleClan as well. We've accepted a few mothers in your position."

"I can't," the queen whined, flinching. "I'm sorry, I can't. I'm destined for the Other Side. I don't belong here. I waited until he, he, he was weaned, but… this is better. He deserves better than me." The queen looked to Barkfur and sighed, "I'm ready to go now."

"RippleClan will treat your son well," Barkfur promised. "We'll escort you to the river." He nodded to Heronflank and Fernwhisper, ready to depart.

"That's it?" Oilstripe huffed as Shrew finally paid attention to his mother. "No, you… you should tell your son something."

"Tell me what?" Shrew cocked his head. The queen stared back, her posture stiff. She swallowed hard. She kept opening her mouth, ready to explain, but she lost her courage each time.

"I'll see you in a while, Shrew," she finally croaked. She spun around before she could falter. Heronflank and Fernwhisper led Barkfur and the queen through the thick blankets of golden needles, under the gray-speckled leaves that clung to the trees, refusing to acknowledge the coming winter.

"You didn't give us your name!" Carnationspeckle suddenly yowled. Yet the queen didn't turn back. Her escort led her farther and farther from her only remaining kit.

"I know her name," Shrew huffed. "It's Mom."

A short while later, Shrew sat in the nursery while Troutpool put her nose in his ear, checking for fever. Oilstripe, Carnationspeckle, and Downstar sat around her, waiting for a diagnosis. Shrew laughed when Troutpool pulled her nose out. He itched his ear and ogled the Clan's vast medicine stores.

"He needs a better diet," Troutpool sighed, "but he's a healthy young tom. I don't see any signs of disease."

"Could his mother have lied about his littermates?" Downstar asked Oilstripe. "Perhaps she just wanted an excuse to give her child away."

"Why don't you ask her?" Shrew shot back, a tiny paw reaching for a pot. "She said she's coming back." Troutpool gently shoved his paw away.

"He doesn't understand," Carnationspeckle whispered. "I think he's too young."

"We could have Paleseed explain things to him," Downstar suggested.

"Maybe we let him believe that until he's settled into RippleClan," Carnationspeckle said.

"Mom?" Rattlepelt and Wildclaw trotted to the medicine den, peering around the older mollies. Leaves clung to Rattlepelt's fox pelt, mixing with the carefully woven lavender. Wildclaw crouched and scanned under Downstar's legs.

"Hi, Rattlepelt," Carnationspeckle purred, absent-mindedly touching her daughter's nose before turning back to Shrew. "We're a little busy right now. Can we talk later?"

"Halibut told us about the kit," Wildclaw huffed. "Rattlepelt insisted we meet him."

"That's a bit of a bold word," Rattlepelt chuckled. "I just suggested we stop by the medicine den."

"What are you?" Shrew gaped at Rattlepelt with giant blue eyes. There was no fear in his stare, like when a new apprentice met Rattlepelt at a Gathering and Oilstripe had to hide their shock from her adopted daughter. His gaze was more like emerging from the darkest level of the ocean into the sun.

"I'm a cat," Rattlepelt laughed. She squeezed around Carnationspeckle and sat next to Shrew. "My name is Rattlepelt, and this is my mate, Wildclaw." Shrew put his paws on Rattlepelt's fox pelt and his eyes grew bigger. He shoved his face into the red fur, purring.

"You're so soft!" Shrew gasped.

"Why don't you play with it?" Rattlepelt suggested. "Just be very careful." Rattlepelt slipped off her fox pelt and laid it in front of Shrew.

"You can take your fur off?" Shrew squealed. While that idea would have disturbed Oilstripe at Shrew's age, the little kit simply dove into the leather pelt, rolling in the well-groomed fur. Wildclaw laughed, and even Downstar managed to chuckle.

"I heard your mother asked us to take care of you," Rattlepelt said, laying beside Shrew. "My mother did the same thing when I was a kit. It was a little scary, but I'm glad she gave me up. I got Carnationspeckle and Oilstripe as my new mothers, and I'm very happy in RippleClan."

"You can have more than one mom?" Shrew sat up, the fox's tail covering his face.

"You can," Rattlepelt purred. She gazed tenderly at Shrew as he sniffed the fox pelt's lavender accents. She turned to Wildclaw, beckoning her inside. Wildclaw sat by her mate, similarly entranced by the little red kitten.

"You know, Shrew," Wildclaw purred, "now that you're staying with us, you'll get to sleep in the nursery. We don't want you to be lonely in there. If you want, Rattlepelt and I can move in with you. You can share a nest with us."

"Can I sleep with this?" Shrew asked, his teeth digging into the fox pelt.

"You can," Rattlepelt laughed, voice catching. She turned to Wildclaw, whispering, "Are you sure you want this? I don't want to hurt him."

"When it's just you in there," Wildclaw chuckled, gently batting Rattlepelt's head, "you'd die before you hurt a kit. You'll be great." Wildclaw and Rattlepelt snuggled against each other.

"Congratulations," Troutpool chirped, bunting her older sister. "Oh, I get to be an aunt! I'll make sure there's a nest ready for you." She squirmed around the other mollies and hurried to the nursery, squealing like a kit.

"Welcome to grandmotherhood, you two," Downstar chuckled, playfully nudging Oilstripe and Carnationspeckle.

"My heart was not ready for this," Oilstripe laughed awkwardly, trying to breathe.

"Shrew, from now on, you can call me Grandma," Carnationspeckle declared, diving to Shrew's level.

"I will!" Shrew chirped, utterly unaware of the implications. Carnationspeckle squealed and pressed against Rattlepelt with a deep purr. Oilstripe joined the family gathering, her heart expanding to make way for her bright, enthusiastic grandson.

(Oilstripe: 81, female, deputy, charismatic, ghost speaker)

(Carnationspeckle: 79, female, caretaker, compassionate, fish-like swimmer)

(Waspdawn: 43, male, codekeeper, strict, learner of lore, clue finder)

(Shrewkit: 1, male, kit, bossy, never sits still)

(Troutpool: 38, female, cleric, insecure, ghost sense)

(Downstar: 136, female, leader, wise, trusted advisor, very clever)

(Rattlepelt: 60, female, artisan, thoughtful, leather artist)

(Wildclaw: 69, female, caretaker, fierce, trusted advisor, good fighter)

Moontide, Vervaincough, Anchovystrike, and Billowhaze graduate from their apprenticeships together.

[Image ID: Moontide, Vervaincough, Anchovystrike, and Billowhaze are all grown up! Under Moontide, it says LEVEL UP! MOONPAW → MOONTIDE, QUICK TO HELP → EXCELLENT TEACHER. Under Vervaincough, it says LEVEL UP! VERVAINPAW → VERVAINCOUGH, BLOODTHIRSTY → INSECURE, LOVES NATURE → UNDERSTANDS NATURE, QUICK TO MAKE PEACE → GOOD MEDIATOR. Under Anchovystrike, it says LEVEL UP! ANCHOVYPAW → ANCHOVYSTRIKE, CURIOUS ABOUT STARCLAN → DEEP STARCLAN BOND. Under Billowhaze, it says LEVEL UP! BILLOWPAW → BILLOWHAZE, THOUGHTFUL → LOYAL, ACTIVE IMAGINATION → GOOD KITSITTER.]

(Moontide: 12, female, warrior, playful, excellent teacher)

(Vervaincough: 12, female, codekeeper, insecure, understands nature, good mediator)

(Anchovystrike: 12, male, warrior, playful, deep StarClan bond)

(Billowhaze: 12, male, historian, loyal, good kitsitter)

During their assessments, Currentpaw and Yarrowpaw find a former kittypet/Witch Hunter interested in joining the Clan. He takes on the name Venturedapple and becomes a codekeeper.

[Image ID: Currentpaw and Yarrowpaw stare at a long-furred brown and white tom. Under the tom, it says NEW PLAYER: VENTUREDAPPLE, 65, MALE, COLD, ELOQUENT SPEAKER.]

(Currentpaw: 12, male, caretaker, loving, constantly climbing, has lots of ideas)

(Yarrowpaw: 12, female, warrior apprentice, thoughtful, stares at fire)

(Venturedapple: 65, male, codekeeper, cold, eloquent speaker)

[werezmastarbucks]

blackbird [finished]

chibs telford x oc!fem slowburn

new agent in town begins her ravaging with a little bit of artistry. unlike all others before her, she disregards all order, determined to demolish SAMCRO.

authors' note: oh this is dark dark. i am so glad the heading of my blog literally says that. MAJOR tw for the general plottwist, so please read with caution. i don't know why i am like that, maybe it's childhood trauma

tw: verbal abuse, swearing, MENTIONS of child molestation, rape; violence, fights, blood. Ruthlessness in general. I always try to overwarn you guys, but this time I think it is a bit ehh

you can read it on ao3

the bitch

ice cold matcha

picturing violence

dogs

he makes me smile

tunnel vision

my sweet girl

headless king

a charming town

good old glaswegian

your human starter kit came incomplete

main character syndrome

playlists:

chibs

juno

[to-hypnos-we-dream]

Basic Hypnos Devotee Starter Kit

So you're planning to get into the worship of Hypnos and don't know where to begin! No worries, this starter kit may be of some aid! This kit is best suited for those very new to Hellenism but will still be much help to those experienced with other deities! It also holds very basic info as a kickstart into worship. If you have any questions or anything you'd like to discuss/request, you may send an ask to us or dm!

Learn the mythology of Hypnos, knowing the history of the deity can greatly aid in knowing associations and impact your creative works.

2. Research on Hellenism but do be critical of what is read! There is much misinformation on Hellenism that may be toxic to beginners. Examples of this is the idea of certain gods not being beginner friendly. Hypnos loves you dearly, worship is not as strict as people want you to think it is. There is a barrier of respect, but worshipping Hypnos will become as easy as breathing. Hypnos loves you because you are love.

good advice post

prayer writing

3.Okay okay research research research, but how do you actually get into worshipping Hypnos?

Oh this my friend is the easiest part! Worshipping Hypnos can be anything you desire, it can be something as simple as just saying goodnight to Him before you sleep. You do not need some sort of initiation to worship Hypnos, you can do it right right now! Some forms of worshipping include but are not limited to:

devotional acts

creating art

creating poetry

praying to Him

thinking of Him

wearing clothes that reminds you of Him

It can be anything :) For any devotional acts ideas from us, you can check the links in our pinned!

4.Create/Find an Altar

Making a basic hellenic shrine <- this shrine can be adapted to Hypnos using these associations or these ones

You can also make a digital form of shrine using a tumblr blog, a pinterest board, or other forms of social media. Or you can also use a simple notes app or picture folder! All you need to do is reblog or put into these pictures or art that reminds you of them! You can return to these spots and pray to Hypnos!

We mentioned find because this temple may also be a place of refuge and worship to Hypnos! You are allowed to submit offerings, dream journal entries, art, and more! This temple is your altar!

Congrats! You have worshipped Hypnos just by reading this post! It is so easy, and Hypnos be along your side always!

[glowettee]

Hi Mindy!!! I hope you’re doing well, and I just wanted to say that I love your posts. Really well written and thought out!

I just wanted to ask.. can you create a guide for preparing to a completely new school which isn’t, like basic? Not in a mean way, but lots of the advice on the internet is generic.

For any extra info, I’ll be joining in the second semester, so there’s plenty of time to make long term changes. It’s also a private school, but I don’t know if that will make a difference.

Thank you in advance 💖 love you!

hi sweetness! @prettieinpink thank you for your adorable ask 🌸 i'm so happy to see this from you!!!!! i'd love to help you from personal experience, and things i documented being in private school. please make sure you look at the 10 secrets because they're super helpful and things i've personally used. i'm going to pour my heart into this comprehensive guide for you. transitioning to a new private school mid-year can feel overwhelming, but i've got you covered with everything you need to know! love youu <333

the ultimate guide to conquering your new private school journey: a glowettee exclusive

by mindy ♡ @glowettee

pre-arrival preparation (1-2 months before)

academic groundwork:

request detailed course syllabi from your future teachers

create a comprehensive academic portfolio of your previous work

research the school's grading system and academic expectations

familiarize yourself with any specialized learning platforms

set up digital organization systems (i use notion + google calendar + xTiles)

purchase textbooks early and start preliminary reading

research the school's academic support resources

understand the homework and assignment submission policies

social preparation:

create a private social media presence specifically for school

research student organizations and clubs that accept mid-year members

join class-specific group chats or discussion boards

study the school's social media presence to understand culture

prepare conversation starters based on school activities

research any school traditions or special events

understand the social hierarchy (yes, private schools have these!)

identify potential mentor opportunities or buddy systems

practical essentials:

develop a morning routine that starts 30 minutes earlier than needed

create a capsule wardrobe that aligns with dress code

invest in high-quality school supplies that last

organize your study space at home

set up a dedicated homework station

create emergency supply kits for your locker and bag

establish a meal prep system for lunch and snacks

plan transportation routes and backup options

digital organization:

set up a comprehensive notion dashboard (i'll share my template soon!)

create specific folders for each subject in google drive

download all necessary academic apps

set up a digital calendar with color coding

create assignment tracking spreadsheets

establish a backup system for important documents

organize email folders for school communication

set up notification systems for important deadlines

mental and emotional preparation:

start journaling about your goals and fears

establish healthy boundaries for social interactions

create a stress management toolkit

develop positive self-talk mantras

plan regular self-care activities

identify potential support systems

create a growth mindset framework

establish regular check-in times with parents/guardians

first week survival guide:

day one essentials:

arrive 30 minutes early

bring extra supplies

wear something comfortable but polished

pack emergency essentials

keep your schedule easily accessible

bring a small notebook for important information

have your introduction speech ready

prepare questions for teachers and peers

social navigation:

observe before participating

sit in different locations to meet various groups

join lunch conversations naturally

show interest in others' experiences

take notes on names and interests

identify potential study partners

respect existing social dynamics

be authentically yourself while observing school culture

long-term success strategies:

academic excellence:

create weekly study schedules

establish relationships with teachers early

join or create study groups

maintain detailed notes from day one

schedule regular review sessions

utilize teacher office hours

keep a detailed assignment tracker

create subject-specific study guides

social integration:

participate in school events

volunteer for school activities

join at least one club or team

attend school sports events

participate in school traditions

create study groups

organize small social gatherings

maintain connections with existing friends

personal growth:

set monthly academic and social goals

maintain a gratitude journal

create a personal development plan

establish healthy stress management techniques

develop time management skills

build positive relationships with staff

create a balance between academics and social life

regularly evaluate and adjust your strategies

pro tips from my experience:

keep a spare set of supplies in your locker

create a school-specific emergency kit

maintain a digital photo of your schedule

establish a homework routine from day one

create a support network outside of school

document your journey through photos or journals

maintain open communication with teachers

celebrate small victories and progress

10 secret tips that transformed my private school journey ♡

the bathroom rule always scout out the least-used bathrooms in your first week, but don't just look for any quiet bathroom - look for one that's strategically located between your most stressful classes. trust me on this - i found my favorite quiet bathroom on the third floor of the science building, and it became my secret sanctuary for quick meditation breaks, makeup touch-ups, or just moments of peace between classes. the lighting there was immaculate for those confidence-boosting mirror talks, and it was far enough from the main hallways that you could actually hear yourself think. i even started keeping a small essential oil roller in my bag to make these mini-breaks feel more spa-like. this space became my personal reset button during hectic days, especially during exam seasons or when social dynamics felt overwhelming.

teacher connection hack bring a small notebook specifically for writing down personal details teachers mention (their favorite books, coffee preferences, hobbies, their children's names, or even their pets). this isn't about being a teacher's pet - it's about building genuine human connections. i started bringing my teacher's favorite starbucks drink on presentation days, remembering to ask about their weekend plans they mentioned, or sharing articles related to their interests. not only did it make their day, but it also showed i paid attention to details. these small gestures created authentic relationships that made a huge difference during finals week, college recommendation season, and even when i needed extensions during tough times. remember, teachers are people first, and when they see you acknowledging their humanity, they're more likely to understand yours.

social currency secret keep a small emergency kit with hair ties, bobby pins, bandaids, mints, tampons/pads, tide-to-go pens, pain relievers (if allowed), small sewing kit, clear nail polish for tights runs, double-sided tape, and even a phone charger in your locker. nothing creates instant friendships like being the person everyone knows they can count on for emergency supplies. i actually met my best friend because i had a spare hair tie when she desperately needed one before her presentation, and that simple moment turned into a three-hour conversation after school. this kit isn't just about having supplies - it's about being the person who thinks ahead and cares enough to help others. i started keeping track of what people borrowed most often and would stock up accordingly. it's like having your own little convenience store of kindness.

the popularity paradox here's something no one tells you - in private schools, being overly eager to be popular actually makes you less popular. the social hierarchy in private schools is often more subtle and complex than in public schools. i learned to focus on being genuinely interested in others instead of trying to fit in, asking thoughtful questions about their interests, and remembering small details about their lives. surprisingly, the moment i stopped trying to be part of the "it" crowd was when people started naturally gravitating towards me. i focused on developing my own interests and passions, which made me more interesting to others. the key is to be confidently authentic rather than strategically social. this approach not only helped me build real friendships but also protected me from the exhausting game of trying to maintain a carefully crafted social image.

the uniform advantage even with strict uniform rules, there are always creative ways to stand out while staying within the guidelines. i invested in high-quality accessories that complied with dress code but made my uniform look more polished - pearl earrings, delicate necklaces, classic watches, and subtle hair accessories. these small details helped me feel more put together and confident. but it's not just about the accessories - it's about how you wear the uniform itself. i learned that having my shirts professionally pressed, skirts properly hemmed, and shoes well-maintained made a huge difference in how put-together i looked. i also kept a small steamer in my locker for emergency touch-ups. this attention to detail showed respect for the school's traditions while allowing my personal style to shine through in acceptable ways.

the lunch table strategy don't commit to one lunch table for at least two weeks, and be strategic about your rotation schedule. i created a subtle system where i would sit with different groups each day, making mental notes about the dynamics, interests, and personalities at each table. i rotated between different groups, which helped me understand the social dynamics better and prevented me from being boxed into one clique too early. pay attention to how each group interacts - some tables are for studying, others for gossip, and some for genuine conversations. i kept a small note in my phone about each group's interests so i could contribute meaningfully to conversations. this strategy gave me the freedom to form genuine connections across different social circles and ultimately helped me choose where i truly felt comfortable. by the third week, i had a clear understanding of where i naturally fit in, rather than where i thought i should be.

the academic alliance create study guides and share them with classmates before they ask, but make it systematic and sustainable. i started a google drive folder with my notes and study guides, organized by subject and topic, with clear summaries and practice questions. it naturally evolved into a collaborative study group where everyone contributed their strengths. i became known as someone who not only shared resources but also helped others understand how to create their own study materials. this approach created a reciprocal learning environment where everyone felt comfortable asking for and offering help. i even created templates for different types of assignments that we could all use, which saved everyone time and helped maintain consistent quality in our work.

the extracurricular edge join at least one unexpected club that's not typically "popular," but don't just join - become actively involved in ways that showcase your unique talents. i joined the astronomy club despite it being small, and instead of just attending meetings, i started organizing stargazing events and creating instagram-worthy posts about our activities. this not only helped grow the club but also showed others that you can make any activity exciting if you're passionate about it. the unexpected benefit was meeting people who shared my genuine interests rather than just social aspirations. these authentic connections often lead to the most meaningful friendships and impressive college application stories.

the social media strategy create a finsta (private instagram) specifically for close school friends, but treat it as a carefully curated space rather than just another social media account. wait at least a month before adding anyone - this gives you time to understand the social dynamics and ensure you're connecting with the right people. i used my finsta to share study tips, funny school moments, and support for others' achievements. it became a safe space for sharing real moments with trusted friends, away from the pressure of maintaining a perfect image on main accounts. i also used it to organize study groups and share helpful resources, making it both social and practical.

the legacy link learn about your school's history and traditions from older students, but go beyond just knowing the basics. i spent time talking to seniors, alumni, and even teachers about the school's evolution over the years. understanding why certain traditions started, knowing the stories behind school legends, and learning about notable alumni helped me feel more connected to the school community. i created a digital notebook of these stories, which became a valuable resource for other new students. this knowledge made me feel like part of something bigger than just my current school year and helped me appreciate the school's culture on a deeper level.

personal advice from my heart to yours:

sweetness, i want you to know that the first few months at a new private school can feel like you're learning a new language - everyone seems to know the words and customs except you. i remember feeling so out of place during my first semester, constantly second-guessing myself and wondering if i was "doing it right." that feeling of being an outsider would hit me hardest during school traditions or inside jokes that everyone else seemed to understand instinctively. i spent countless nights journaling about feeling like i was watching my school life through a window, wondering when i would finally feel like i belonged. but here's what i learned: that feeling of being an outsider is actually your superpower. you have fresh eyes to see things differently, and that perspective is valuable. you notice things that others have become blind to, and you bring new energy to old traditions. your unique viewpoint can actually help breathe new life into established social circles and activities.

the most important thing i wish someone had told me is that it's okay to take your time finding your place. private schools often have students who've been together since kindergarten, and it can feel impossible to break into those established circles. but here's the truth - while everyone else is trying to maintain their image and social position, you have the freedom to be authentically yourself from day one. you don't have to carry the weight of years of expectations or predetermined roles. focus on building genuine connections rather than strategic ones. keep your grades up, but don't let academic pressure steal your joy. document your journey - take photos, keep a journal, save little mementos. these will become precious reminders of your growth. remember that every single person who seems perfectly adjusted now once stood exactly where you are, feeling exactly what you're feeling. and most importantly, remember that the version of you that walks into that school on day one isn't the same version that will emerge at the end of the year - and that's exactly how it should be. you're not just adapting to a new school; you're growing into a newer, stronger version of yourself. embrace this transformation with open arms.

sending you the warmest hugs and all my support! feel free to message me anytime for more specific advice or just to chat about your journey 🤍

mindy x

p.s. would you loves be interested in detailed posts about my notion templates and organization systems? let me know in the reblogs/replies!

[studywithtarun]

Declutter and Reset for 2024

Every new year we create this wall filled with hope and joy creating impossible goals and tend to fall behind very quickly, so here in this post I am going to share my methods to avoid this very exact incident repeat this year.

Goals :

Goals are most important step to create a perfect and productive year, unfortunately the most neglected every guide somehow skips this and hence here I am sharing the write way to create your goals!

Instead of impossible goals we have to create possible chunks of impossible goal, for example instead of lose 12 kg this year instead try to break it as lose at minimum half a kg a month for first 4 months then increase difficulty because no complex action can be achieved in sudden efforts.

Checkpoints :

Try setting up a checkpoint system it works like a cross balance and reminds you of where you stand from your goal.

For example : for me it is like my first check points is in April 14 ( Tamil new year) then September 2 ( Onam) December 13 ( Karthikai) so these are other festivities which I use as a checkpoint. Create a similar setup according to your belief system or holiday system🤗

A partner :

Now to keep you in track set up a trust system in which you select a group of people to check after your progress you can do the same to them so it creates a good structure.

You can use your family ( parents or siblings) please don’t use very close friends both why must screw away with both forgetting initial plans ( cause it happened with me 😭) and you can also use Tumblr as a partner just post and use a tag #1stepcloser so I can also look and motivate myself to keep going 😓

Plan :

Just having goals is not going to help us but a workable plan distributing work thought year and one that you can actually follow and take benefit of is what you need.

Let’s be frank here you as well as me can’t follow a schedule every studytuber or studygram communities throw at us they are edited as no actual living normal human can follow it so create on that suites you ( try using AI like ChatGPT to form your schedule and I am saying it works like magic)

Analyse and Rebrand:

Believe me rebranding doesn’t just mean changing goals routines etc it your social media along with friend circle.

First identify friends who are pulling you down the ones who are using you and social media creators who are wasting your golden time

Remove them from preferences from your social media settings, break the friendships that are one sided that are hurting you emotionally and financially

Now what I wrote sounds intense but it is all required because all this create your personality and true rebranding can happen when wrong influences don’t deviate your focus! So it your turn to work a way to detangle yourself from drama and try to achieve your max capabilities.

Try new stuff :

Try new stuff, hobbies anything that is new and can build a better portfolio or can increase your focus etc.

Don’t hesitate because unless you try you might never know how to fells after doing it. For example I first hesitated to post in Tumblr I had account for a 3 month by then but did note dare to start posting yet now when I post I feel better in a way I know that my work is helping someone and also I used Tumblr to vent some anger that helped my very much so ya try try try

The post is going too long so we will continue this topic in another post also please check out this template just designed to do whatever I just said above it is completely free - https://stwtarun.gumroad.com/l/ultimate-new-year-kit?layout=profile

Byeee besties

Your study buddy

Tarun