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Hellooo, could you please write an Andrew! Spiderman fic where like the reader is very shy but Peter has a crush on her and he’s very flirty so he just enjoys making the reader blush and stuff? And it ends in a kiss and just general fluff 🥰 and with she/her pronouns Plz and thank you <3

It's new years soon so-

HAPPY NEW YEARS BTW!

But, yo, thank you so much for sending this in, and I hope I wrote what you wanted!

Please let me know what you think and send in more requests if you want them!

Hope you enjoy!

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All because of a drawing.

Warnings= none- just general fluff. And many spelling errors.

Pairing= The Amazing Spider-man x Fem!reader.

Summary= Peter becomes suspicious when the reader hides a certain drawing from him. What will he find... or find out?

AN= no matter how many times I watch things about certain characters, I fail to bring them justice when it comes to writing. I really hope I wrote Peter well, and please let me know what you think, or what I can do to make it better!

~~~~~

The maze-like halls filled with bodies of flesh and the familiar scent of B.O never seemed to get old, no matter how many times you arrived at the thing that you call a school.

I mean, sure. You were as glad to get an education as the next privileged person.

But the entire atmosphere of the place you were condemned to, for still a couple more years, made you feel like you aged a lot quicker than you actually did.

The halls were dim with lights that usually flickered at the very start, or end of the day, and the only other source was from windows that just stopped showing up when you got to the lockers.

It wasn't like it was super comparable to the lighting of, let's say, a prison...

But you wouldn't argue if someone had brought it up.

So here you were. Head hung low with your bottom lip tucked beneath the top while you mildly ducked your way through the surrounding chatter that seemed to join into an echoing chorus.

And despite what you may think, this wasn't that whole edgy thing where you were 'scared of people' ... fully- but either way.

Large crowds of very wild bodies always became suffocating at some point, therefore it was a thing that you would happily strive to avoid at any given moment.

But much like the many cases where the quiet person actually gains a solid friend.

There was only one exception.

“Peter.”

Your voice was breathy. Relief completely flowing through your system, especially when that specific person was finally revealed through the flailing limbs and cackles of students that bounced around very enthusiastically.

It took you a moment. Nerves bundled and feet almost fumbling over each other while you pushed your way through the plethera of bodies. And then you took the chance to clear your throat, “Peter?”

The kid himself was stood in front of one of those ‘memorable’ boards where they would showcase the people of the school, sports teams and staff members....

And before you think something a long the lines of “wow! I can’t believe Peter is one of those people who actually looks at those pictures and pays respect to people who... played basketball” --

But no!

No, in fact, it was only because he took those pictures on that very board himself.

All of them.

“Hey... Oh, hey! Hey, Y/n,” he began after a few blinks of his doe eyes, and he shifted his feet along the floor until he properly faced your body that stopped quite a few steps in front of the guy that always seemed to look the same.

I mean, there practically wasn’t even a time where Peter didn’t have that damn camera with him almost everywhere he went.

But don't even get me started on the skateboard that hung loosely against his back.

“Early morning?” you quirked with a minor smile on your lips that soon grew when Peter ended up nodding his head very tiredly. “Yep...” he responded through a sigh.

“Had to finish the last part of the homework for Ms. Cosgrove,” Peter continued on with a sluggish pace before he gestured towards you with that cheesy grin displayed on his lips, “Which I wouldn't have completed if it weren't for your reminder.”

“So thank you.”

“Well, what can I say?” you responded with a gentle shrug that earned an eyebrow raised from the guy that stood in front of you, “That's what friends are for, right?”

Peter chuckled. Head shaking and all before he practically slid across the reflective floor to position himself right by your side, “Maybe a little more than that, but sure...”

“Sure, I'll give you that,” he remarked while having the audacity to hook his arm over your shoulder, which you can bet your ass gained him a swift elbow to the side in return.

“Pete- Do you even know what class we have?” you questioned with very audible confusion when Peter randomly started edging you to move forwards, and you quickly got a simple shrug in your direction, “Nope. But I think I'll let fate take me to paradise,”

“Which is very much my destination, if you're there with me.”

“Peter,” you warned through a voice that closely resembled a sigh, and a laugh immediately rumbled from Peter's chest when your head lowered from the choice of wording.

“What?” he managed to breathe through his giggles and even shook your shoulder when you started doing everything you could do to avoid those beckoning eyes on his.

“I'm just stating facts!”

Despite the energy that always seemed to surge through a certain Peter Parker, both of you had ended up at your next class after that irreplaceable bell had rung through the many rooms and halls.

You were simply sat at your designated desk. Chatter and laughter of all kinds, never failing to take up the atmosphere while your body eased into one of the plastic chairs that would always be found in schools.

It was the start of the class.

That time when the students, in your case, could faff about, have conversations, while your teacher took the chance to write up the set things needed for the lesson on the board.

And though you had the opportunity to do the things your peers were doing...

You never actually did.

In fact, almost every single lesson, or any moment that you had time to yourself in a place like school with hundreds of people you either didn’t know or talk to.

It was always the same.

Your head was lowered. Music softly blasted in your ears while your forearms rested against the smooth surface of your desk with a mind that was always swarmed with so many things.

But one of your many skills was in fact the ability to put those thoughts in your mind on a simple, little piece of paper when you had a pencil in hand.

Exactly like you did right now.

The light, long tube was ever so delicate as it grazed against the page of your sketchbook in a specific pattern. Every single stroke, or even dot, was placed with an intricacy and confidence regardless of what was being drawn at that given moment.

You were compeltely zoned in. Making sure that every single stroke of that pencil lined up perfectly with the music ringing through your ears and the piece you wanted to create in the first place.

It was an action that would’ve led you to forget where the hell you were...

If it wasn’t for the sudden nudge you got on your back from the end of a pen.

Your hand stilled. Taking the time to stretch your fingers out in response to the previous repetitive movements, which ended up being a little cut short as you then felt even more nudges in the same exact place.

Just a little harder this time.

So, now, after your hands removed themselves from the page, and pulled out the set of headphones you had in each ear, your brain was welcomed back to the familiar ambience of the classroom that never seemed to change, “Psst!”

“Y/n, hello??”

Peter.

“Oh,” you breathed out after blinking a few times and quickly twisted your body round until you could grip onto the back of your chair, “Hi... What- Are you okay?”

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for like five minutes now. You’ve been ignoring me,” he practically whined while his hands dramatically waved in the air, “Pete, I had headphones in,” you both verbally and physically pointed out as you stared back at him with narrowed eyes.

“You really couldn’t hear me?” the kid responded with a slight tilt of his head, and you continued on to just stare at him in disbelief, “Well, yeah... The entire point of wearing headphones isn’t really to pay attention to the people around me.”

“I thought that was quite obvious.”

Peter let out a sigh before moving his dramatic hands to rub at his tired face, “All right, all right, I know,” he breathed out and continued his movements for a few seconds until that spark of energy shot back through him, “Okay,”

“Are we still on for tonight? You know, about me coming to yours?” Peter questioned while tapping his fingers against his desk and your head nodded without a second to waste, “Yeah, of course. I was the one to invite you.”

“Good... Good- cool.” he noted with little nods of his head which only caused your eyes to narrow almost instantly, “Are you... Pete, are you nervous? You know you don’t have to be-”

“Have you been drawing?”

How the hell did he...

Oh.

The pencil was still in your hand.

“Oh, uh... Yeah... Yeah, I have,” you confirmed slowly while rolling the tube of graphite between your fingers with a certain confusion that was present in response to seeing the object that was believed to have been put down.

“Well...?” Peter’s voice called through your ears, and you blinked a few times yet again before meeting those eyes that awaited your response. “Oh...” you breathed out before taking the chance to clear your throat, “Yeah-”

Hold on.

“No!”

In an instant, your hand, which even now still held the pencil in it, smacked over your mouth within seconds in response to the way the words had forcefully blurted from your lips.

It wasn’t as loud as you thought it was, but it still had at least a few people looking your way in confusion.

Including Peter, who just sort of blinked at you for a good minute.

“... No?” he repeated with eyes that narrowed very sceptically and continued to do so when your head shook ever so quickly, “Nope... No, you can’t, uh... Sorry?”

The hand, that wasn’t anxiously held over your mouth, was hurriedly moved to place itself over the drawing you had cautiously sketched across the set page moments before, especially when Peter tried to raise himself to look over your shoulder.

But every single time he did so.

You did too.

“And why is that?” Peter spoke when he succumbed to the fact that he just wasn’t going to see it that way, and you swore to god that you hoped he didn’t take note of the way you gulped.

“I, uh... It’s... Um.” you stuttered out. Wracking through any and every thought that sparked through your brain while Peter’s narrowed eyes stared right into your soul, “Look, It’s just-”

“All right, class,”

The teacher!

Oh, thank the lord.

“Come on guys. It’s time to calm down for now,” she spoke up after fulfilling the work needed on the board. And no words could describe your utter feeling of relief in that very moment.

So, after sending the very eager Peter a shrug that immediately made him part his lips to interject your movements, you hurriedly spun round so that you faced the front like everyone else.

“Here’s the simple rundown of what we’re going to be doing today,” Ms. Cosgrove spoke up once again with a clap of her hands while your body lightly sunk into your seat in response to the feeling of eyes on the back of your head.

But no matter what you felt in that moment.

There was no way in hell you were letting go of that damn book.

~~~

Being back at home and in your room was the best feeling ever after leaving a place like school.

It was a controllable atmosphere.

A place where anything and everything that was done within those very walls, that you could call your own, was achieved exactly when and how you wanted it to be.

Music could be played at the level of sound you wanted. The things around your room were allowed to be set in their rightful places along the walls, on top of shelves, dressers, and even on the ceiling.

It was a den.

A place that you should feel comfortable in no matter what.

There was a soft sigh that sifted through your lips as your spin finally relaxed into the spongy thing that was your mattress.

You were tired. Body sprawled out across your bed with eyes that were set closed due to the urge of sleep that consumed all of your senses in a feeling that increased with every single minute that ticked by.

Obviously, you weren't going to let it happen.

You had invited your friend over, and it would be rude to sleep at a time like this...

But, I guess that only really applies when that said person had actually arrived in the first place.

I mean, it wasn't this unheard-of thing where Peter was late to certain events or general things with a set deadline, so you weren't really thaaaat bothered.

In fact, you were very much relaxed.

Your entire body almost felt like it was laying upon a giant marshmallow that had you right on the cusp of falling into a deep, and much needed, sleep after a day surrounded by many bodies of flesh that you hardly even knew...

But right as that was about to be given to you-

Knock knock knock

It was taken right back.

The taps were light. A very familiar pattern of knocks on glass that you almost weren't able to hear over the music that softly played through your room, but immediately recognised the moment you could.

“There you are,” you whispered with a light smile that continuously grew on your face, and pushed yourself up from your bed when your eyes inevitably were welcomed back to the light emitted from the few lamps that were placed anywhere they could be.

You were... mildly anxious.

You hadn't changed your clothes since you got back to school, having been more focused on calming your mind.

And now here you were. Rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet when they were officially met with the floor of your bedroom, while your fingers lightly fiddled with the ends of your fabric shirt.

But did you look good enough?

Though, you wanted to change in response to your stress-ridden brain, and give in to the many thoughts that plagued your mind. The sound of those three knocks properly caught onto your ears again.

And this time you weren't going to make him wait.

So, after completely forgetting about your very active nerves, your socked feet slid against the smooth wood floor until you arrived at the windows that gave you a connection to the outside world whenever you wanted it.

And there he was.

That pest of a man who wore that generically cheesy smile across those lips of his. A smile that felt like it was going to make you melt right then and there every single time it was presented to you.

“You're late,” you spoke with a managed tone that hardly revealed how you felt in that moment when you slid that certain window open, and you were met with a sigh that you read almost instantly.

“I know... I know, Y/n, I’m sorry,” Peter sincerely admitted through mild strains as he pulled himself through the opened window, “Really, I am...”

“It's okay, Pete,”

“I just... You know, it just... It just happens,”

“Pete.”

“I was trying to get here, but then I remembered I had to get stuff for May- for Aunt May, and then I had to get that back to her before I forgot,” the kid purely rambled while pulling the glass window closed, and you could only watch with fondness from the edge of your bed.

Because this was priceless.

“Look, it was a lot, I'm sorry- And I just... I just... what? What? Why are you... Why are you laughing?”

Your hand was held tight across your mouth practically the entire time, but apparently, that movement wasn't enough to hold off your amusement, “Pete, look, I'm not... I'm not mad,” you began after composing yourself and properly faced him the moment you removed your hands.

“You're... not- you're not?” he quizzed with the same narrowed eyes that questioned you day-to-day, and you didn't waste any time in proving your honesty with active nods of your head, “I'm not, I promise, okay? I promise,”

“Would I have left the window open if I was?” you pointed out with eyebrows raised in pure fondness... But Peter, however, was practically frozen in place in response to your words, “It was... The window was open?”

You nodded once again, “Yes. You just had to pull on it. It wasn't locked... at all.”

“Oh...” Peter breathed out with a sort of blank look that caused the smile on your face to remain, “Oh?” you repeated teasingly, and the guy blinked, many times, before a slight chuckle split from his lips.

His head lowered. Hands held slightly over his face in an embarrassed manner until they were removed when he fully took the steps needed to be officially stood in your very own room, “We don’t...”

“We don't talk about this,” Peter warned with an accusing finger that had your head shaking with amusement, “Okay?” he continued on and you raised your hands when he started moving closer, “Okay, okay!”

“It will never be heard of again!”

Hours of precious time had gone by without acknowledgement.

The sky that could naturally brighten up certain parts of your room darkened to its usual night state while the stars that scattered around it joined with the street lamps, and man-made lighting, in illuminating the world beneath.

You and Peter were sat on either side of your bed, faced towards each other. The guy himself was sat with his legs crossed in front of your pillows, while you sat across from him in a closely mirrored position.

Papers of schoolwork were scattered across your soft sheets because of the whole needing to study thing...

However, that was a little tricky when it came to the two most easily distracted people to ever exist.

Especially when they were together.

“Well, did you read it?” Peter spoke after a clear of the throat. Making sure that the words were actually coherent, considering the amount of sandwich he had just shoved into his mouth, before he met your eyes that only gave him disappointment in return, “No,”

“No, I didn't get to, remember?” you pointed out while you switched around two pieces of paper, “What?” Peter dragged on with an honestly hurt filled expression on his face, and you nodded your head almost immediately, “Yeah, I haven't even finished the last one yet,”

“Oh my god, I can't believe you,” the guy sat before you practically whined with light shakes of his head, and before you could even properly react, he held his hands up in front of himself, “All right, that's it.” he began once that mouthful of what only looked like bread was fully down his throat.

“Peter, I'll catch up, okay?”

“No, no, it's fine- it's fine,” he dismissed with waves of his hands and your eyes fondly rolled when he shifted a little against your bed, “How about this, all right? How about this- The next time we are both equally free... We go to the library,”

“Pete,” you huffed out with a tilt of your head which made his hands wave more frantically, “No, I'm serious? Okay, I'm serious. What if we did go? What's the problem?” he pointed out with an active persistence that wasn't going to let be up soon, “Come on, please? Please, Y/n!”

“It's so bad without your wonderful presence right there beside me.”

He was practically begging.

His hands were now held together that shook over and over again, while his eyebrows rose inward to create that certain facial expression that once again made him look like a puppy.

A look that you couldn’t resist.

“Fine... Fine! Okay? But you're- You're planning it because I don't want to wait outside for an hour!” you huffed out in defeat before lowering your head shield your amusement when Peter pumped the air with his fist in victory, “Yes!”

“Yehehes!” the kid cheered with almost endless giggles that conflicted your attempt in hiding your reaction to his pure joy.

“All right- Okay, okay, that's totally okay, that's fine,” Peter insisted, nodding his head an eager amount of times while his hands drummed against your mattress in excitement, “You won't regret it, I promise you won't regret-”

“Y/n?”

The muffled sound had caused both of you to halt in confusion. But that was until you recognised the voice.

One of your parents was home.

“You... You better behave,” you warned with an accusing finger that had Peter holding his hands up as if he was caught by police, and your intimidating demeanour only eased when he made a 'zip the lip' kind of motion over his mouth.

Your head shook. The amusement in your system choosing to stay while you made your way towards the door that could finally be opened when you were stood in front of it.

“Yeah?” you called through the door when it clicked open and shifted the weight of your body to one side. “Hi, hun! Just got back from work, if you didn't hear,” your parent began through a less muffled voice that had you almost bouncing from how impatient you were.

“Are you hungry? Can I make you something to eat?” they finally got out, and one heck of a sigh sifted through your lips. You turned, holding the cool doorknob in the contrasting heat of your hand while your mouth parted to speak, “Hey, do you want-”

But it halted almost as fast as it started.

There, in his hands, was the very book that held your many drawings inside it.

His swift fingers flicked through the page, almost as if he was searching. Looking for something that would solve a sense of curiosity that always seemed to ache at his bones.

“Y/n? ... You there?”

You were frozen. Eyes fixated on the number of pages that Peter had gone through in his state that was completely zoned into the point that he didn't even know that you were just stood there, watching him.

However. When it came to that page. The page that you had literally hid from him in the middle of school.

Your feet weren't stilled anymore.

A hurried “Hold on!” was blurted from your lips in a split second before the door, which was once open, slammed shut in response to your mighty hand.

You ran. Socked feet purely skidding along the smooth wood to the point that when you actually ended up at the side of your bed, you had stumbled...

But it wasn't enough to stunt your movements.

In one fast reach that anyone else would've missed in the blink of an eye, the book that was once held in Peter's grasp was completely ripped out of it in such a frantic state that he had almost missed it himself.

But there you were again. Your body froze from head to toe, stuck in place, while your wild eyes searched back and forth, up and down, over every single spot on Peter's face that to your horror was very much blank.

Your lips parted. Any and every excuse, or apology rolling to the end of your tongue...

And then he smiled.

Peter smiled.

It was a wide smile- A WIDE SMILE - that could've either made you shiver in complete fear, or cause you to sweat in absolute embarrassment, “That's... that's me-- That was me.”

A thing that, rest assured, both happened at the same time.

“You drew... me. You drew me?” Peter repeated through that soft, low voice as if he tried to convince himself of what he saw. And the grip you held on that damn book, which was most definitely clamped shut in your hands, increased by a million per cent.

The breaths that you so desperately needed to filter through your lungs were currently preoccupied with being stuck in your throat. Wild eyes further widening until you just couldn't take it anymore.

You lifted the book upwards with both of your sweaty hands. Holding the thing right up, in front of your face, while you let out a much-needed sigh of air.

But that little moment of relief was cut just a little bit short when your eyes caught onto the pair of feet that appeared underneath the bottom of the book you held.

And that was when you realised that Peter was moving towards you.

Your breath hitched. Panic purely surging through your entire system, which in return, immediately made you retaliate by making your feet start to move as well.

It was silent.

The only sound being your hurried breaths while you backed your way around the edge of your bed, which only continued this game of follow the leader as Peter was hot on your trail.

Your breathing was elevated. Heart most definitely hammering in your chest in a way that never seemed to calm down. And it sure as hell wouldn't have happened any time soon, as within the next step that you took...

Your back was suddenly met with this cool, solid surface.

A wall.

Oh, you were undoubtedly panicking now.

I mean, all you could do was stand there with the book held up high while those inevitable sounds of light footsteps rung closer and closer through each of your ears.

And when the moment finally came when they stopped. The end of shoes scrapping against the floor. Your breath hitched within seconds once again.

Dread, fear, disbelief and many more emotions purely swirled around your stomach and continued to stay there when about two fingers were suddenly placed across the top of the book tightly held in your grasp.

Before it started to get pressured down.

It was a slow and only mildly forceful movement that ended with Peter breaking into light giggles when your face was finally revealed from behind the leather and paper.

“You really like my face, huh?”

He teased you.

The first thing he did, after all of that, was tease you?!

Are you serious?!

A huff of air sifted through your lips in a way that made it sound more like a whine, and you started to lower your head in response to a new layer of heat settling down across the skin of your face...

However, someone appeared to disagree with your movements.

Those same fingers that discarded the only shield that was there to hide your embarrassment were suddenly hooked under your chin before doing the exact opposite of what you were trying to do yourself, “It's okay...”

“Hey, it's okay,” Peter insisted in a voice that could barely be classified as a whisper, and your body tensed when you were met with those big, brown doe eyes that stared back at you with so many emotions swirling within, “You know... I like looking at your face, too.”

“I like... I like the way it lights up when I mention your favourite things,” he continued on with that same low but light tone while his fingers gently twisted a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, “I very much like the way your face just goes bright... bright red when I get you with my... my attractiveness- I don't know how you do this?”

And just like that.

The moment was lost.

Both you and Peter had descended into a fit of giggles, despite your flustered state, while the attempt of seriousness lasted for only minutes.

“I'm sorry... I'm sorry,” the guy before you practically wheezed with active shakes of his head. Trying anything and everything to regain that sense of sincerity as he sucked in a few more breaths for composure.

But was he really wrong, though?

Your body shook. Laughter surprisingly beckoning to pass through your lips despite your disbelief of the current situation as you lowered your head enough to nudge Peter's chest with it.

And though you still had many more laughs to get out.

It suddenly seemed to fade when you inevitably rose once again.

Because there it was.

That moment of realisation that you had only heard about in movies, books and even comics of how close the two love interests were in proximity, which in this case was pretty close.

I mean, every breath that Peter's body struggled to let out in that moment could be felt against the skin of your face that was already hot enough as it was.

The two of you were frozen. Silence layering over the tension-packed air as Peter's eyes continuously, and anxiously, went back and forth between flickering around the very ones that stared back at him and the features that he never really got to see before.

Especially up close.

It felt like hours had passed. Both of you just stuck in that same position while two pairs of eyes gazed at each other as if they were staring at a piece of art.

And then it happened.

That fateful situation that people dreamt of, that characters dreamt of, for years had finally been offered to you.

Peter started to lean in. The hand that was once under your chin returning to its rightful place as he moved forwards in what felt like slow motion.

A pace that was carried out in such a way that he could see every single reaction you held on that face of yours while he moved his head closer and closer...

He stopped.

This was it.

This was the moment that would fulfil the dreams that had plagued his mind for weeks- months on end without your knowledge. And now after all this time, he had found that it was the same for you?

The girl, literally, of his dreams liked him back?

“Can, I...?”

It was quiet. The words heavily let out of those damn lips back to being served with such a lightness that could barely be passed off as a whisper while the question rung through your ears over and over again.

But the singular moment that his thumb trailed up to your chin before grazing over the skin of your bottom lip.

I think he already knew your answer.

After what yet again felt like hours of the two of you just standing there, basking in each other's close proximity, it was time to fulfil the thing you had been subconsciously waiting for. Seal the deal.

So, without wasting anymore valuable time, your head rose with Peter's hand still lightly gripped under your chin, and you titled it right before your lips had officially met.

And my god was it perfect.

I mean, this was finally it.

That moment that many kids, adults, fictional characters had dreamed about for so long, and now you could feel it as a certain warmth spread through your body from head to toe in a matter of seconds against those soft lips that happily welcomed you.

Your fingers had trailed up along the back of Peter's neck in a way that made him physically shiver under your touch before they met with the strands of thick hair that you loved to see oh so much.

The two of you somehow moved closer. Peter's free hand appearing on the other side of your face to cup your cheek, which ended up with your back being fully pressed up against the wall that had you pinned to a certain someone's liking.

It was addictive.

The pure sparks of energy that surged through both your and Peter's systems. The warmth, which mimicked the feeling of taking that first sip of a hot drink after a day of cold weather.

It had you weak at the knees.

The two of you parted. Hot and heavy breaths escaping both pairs of lips in a matter of seconds, which then went on to dance across the skin of either face when your foreheads ended up propped against each others.

You were stuck. The entirety of your body weight depended on a solid wall and the man that seemed to have you completely wrapped around his fingers without him practically having to do anything.

He just had to be there.

“Wow,” Peter finally managed to get out after so long of him trying to get absolutely anything to roll off of his tongue.

I mean, he was just as shocked as you were as he took a moment to settle his mind.

His forehead gently rubbed against your own for a second, basking in the pure feeling of heat and love that radiated off of your skin, before he leant back to see what he had now claimed as his.

But despite that general fact. He looked anxious.

A mixture of both that and utter disbelief swirled through those damn eyes while one of his hands slowly moved to grip at the neck of your shirt, “Wow, okay... Okay,” he repeated slowly as if to convince himself that the recent events had actually happened.

And once that joyous smile began to curl at your very lips.

I think he was sold.

Peter chuckled after just staring at you for a second. The act of him shaking his head while the cheerful laughs slipped from his mouth completely mimicked your previous moves from earlier, and you couldn't help but smile even wider because of that.

“You...” the guy before you tried to start after straightening himself up again, however, he ended up tucking his bottom lip under his top one when he got ahead of his thoughts, “You have no idea- No idea just how long I've been waiting to do that,”

“No idea,” Peter repeated through that soft, low voice yet again, and you couldn't even put into words how giddy that made you.

The way his eyes danced across your features, the way his hand maintained its hooked position under your chin while the other had its fingers freely fiddling with the fabric of your shirt that surrounded your neck.

He really did have you pinned.

“It's the same for me,” you finally confirmed with a more nervous smile, but that entire feeling faded within an instant when Peter displayed his reaction.

His own smile was so wide that it made his eyes, that swirled with adoration, crinkle at the corners. His eyebrows were raised inwards out of pure happiness, and his both hands moved back towards your face before cupping your heated cheeks.

“This... God, this is so surreal,” Peter breathed with a few shakes of his head before he lowered it to your forehead. And once again the two of you leant into each other. “I know...”

“But I will never stop bragging about how I kissed you first,” you continued on through a few giggles that just slipped out for some reason, but that, thankfully, resulted in Peter huffing out a laugh.

You felt his body shake. The rumbling of such an action seeping from his stomach to his throat, all the while his arms snaked their way round your relaxing frame until he could just hold you there, wishing that he never had to let go, “Well...”

“I'll just be bragging about how I kissed the Y/n L/n,” Peter's simply remarked through a muffled voice before letting out a laugh. Because even though he couldn't see your face, he just knew that you had rolled your eyes at him.

But you felt... good.

You were happy. Pete was very much happy as he practically clung onto you like a koala.

What else in the world was better than this?

“How could I get so lucky.”

~~~~~

Thank you so much for reading if you did!

I could spend hourssss just writing about my boy so send in however many requests you want.

They will take a few days to create cause I tend to ramble and I'm also not magic, so don't expect them to be made instantly.

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immaturityofthomasastruc · 3 years

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Do you any suggestion for Super Sentai?plz

*cracks knuckles*

Well first off, if anyone wanting to get into Super Sentai watched Power Rangers growing up, I’d check out the series whatever season you watched was adapted from to see how things went there in comparison to how they were in the United States. So if you grew up with the original Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers, watch Kyoryu Sentai Zyuranger. If you don’t know what the Sentai the season you grew up with is called, I’d check out RangerWiki, which provides a lot of information on both franchises.

I’d also recommend checking out a few episodes of the very first Super Sentai entry, Himitsu Sentai Gorenger. Not all 84 episodes, mind you, but I’d just watch a few to see where Super Sentai got its roots from, because the team football attack gets referenced a lot further down the line. Yes, you read that correctly.

But for individual seasons for beginners, it’s harder for me to answer. Super Sentai has varied aesthetically and tonally across its 45 year run. Some shows are dark and gritty, while others are light-hearted and goofy. Some shows have a vehicle motif, while others use animals for a motif. So the seasons I’m going to talk about will cover all kinds of tones and themes across the years. I also haven’t seen every single entry, so these are the ones I’ve seen that I recommend for beginners.

Denshi Sentai Denziman (1980-1981, 51 Episodes)

Centuries ago, the evil Vader Clan conquered and decimated the Denzi Civilization. In the modern day, the talking dog IC awoke from his slumber when the Vader Clan began their invasion of Earth. So IC recruits five people to become the Denzimen to defend their planet and stop the Vader Clan once and for all.

The first three seasons of Super Sentai were very experimental, but Denziman was where Toei started to get an identity for Sentai down. Not only would the black visors and sculpted mouthpieces become a staple for Sentai’s (and by extension, Power Rangers) suit designs, but this was also the first season to really start a few Sentai traditions. It was the first season to have female villains, the first to use a transformation device for the heroes, the first time the monsters grew to fight the team’s giant robot.

The Denzimen, while not really going through any character development, are still very likable characters, especially Denzi Blue/Daigoro (played by legendary tokusatsu actor Kenji Ohba). The villains are also a lot of fun, a real improvement from the first three villain groups, who were all basically Earth-based terrorist organizations and/or death cults. The Vader Clan is full of villains who are just as entertaining to watch as the heroes, especially Queen Hedrian, played by the late Machiko Soga, who would later go on to play Witch Bandora, the character Rita Repulsa is adapted from in Power Rangers. There’s not that much of an ongoing for most of the series, and it can get pretty goofy at times, but it’s still a really good show.

Choushinsei Flashman (1986-1987, 50 Episodes).

Five infants are abducted by the Reconstructive Experiment Empire Mess to use as test subjects for experimentation, but are saved by benevolent aliens from the Flash Solar System. They all spend the next twenty years in the system developing their combat skills and special powers until they decide to head back to Earth to fight Mess themselves as the Flashmen, despite the warnings of their alien caretakers.

The 1980s are usually referred to by fans as Super Sentai’s golden age, with a string of great seasons thanks to famed writer Hirohisa Soda. Flashman is no exception. While Denziman tended to have more stand-alone episodes, Flashman is more story-driven. Later on, there’s a really dark plot twist that I don’t want to give away. Admittedly, some of the special effects can be dated to showcase the Flashmen’s powers in addition to stock footage being reused a lot, but the action and camerawork are still fast-paced and rarely do the fight scenes get boring.

The villains are the kind you love to hate, and their actors all give great performances, especially the late Unsho Ishizuka (the Japanese voice of Professor Oak) as Great Emperor La Deus. This is easily one of the darker Super Sentai entries, but if you don’t mind that, I highly recommend it.

Choujuu Sentai Liveman (1988-1989 49 Episodes).

At an academy for the finest minds in the world, three of the students feel their talents are being wasted on designing a satellite to conduct scientific research. They soon join up with Great Professor Bias, leader of the Armed Brain Army Volt, who takes them all under his wing as his students and generals. Before they leave, they kill two students, leaving their three friends traumatized. Two years later, Volt begins its plan to conquer Earth, but the three friends of the two victims developed their own technology to fight them as the Livemen in the two years since they last saw their former classmates. Bias’ students have developed their own abilities through mutating their bodies, starting a conflict between some of the most intelligent youths in the world while figuring out what Bias’ evil plan is...

Some Sentai fans consider this to be even darker than Flashman at times due to the themes discussed. Unlike earlier seasons, the heroes have a more personal connection to the villains, and act as foils to them in terms of morality. The show also has some surprisingly deep themes at times, deconstructing the harsh standards the Japanese have for education and the effects they can have on people. Seriously, the main villain, Great Professor Bias, sets up a competition for his generals as a way to advance his plans, treating it like a high academic honor.

This series also has some amazing special effects for the time. This was the first Sentai series to have an animal motif, so they go all out by using one of the most complicated models for his giant robotic lion, a stunning innovation for special effects. It was also the first series to introduce the gimmick of combining two robots, which is a genius marketing tactic when you think about it, motivating kids to buy both robots to combine them. Even putting those technical aspects aside, this is still one of the most iconic Super Sentai seasons, and a must-watch for beginners.

Choujin Sentai Jetman (1991-1992, 51 Episodes)

An elite soldier is chosen for a top-secret military project meant to turn him into the leader of a team of supersoldiers called the Jetmen. After he gets his powers, the satellite base is attacked by the Dimensional War Party Vyram. Not only are the four remaining “Birdonic Waves” meant to empower the rest of the Jetmen scattered across Earth, powering four civilians instead, but the soldier’s fiance is killed in the process. So he has to recruit the rest of the Jetmen and form a competent team to stop the Vyram from conquering their dimension.

A lot of Precure fans view Heartcatch as the best series in the entire franchise, and many Sentai fans view Jetman the same way. It was a huge success in ratings and toy sales, which actually helped to save Super Sentai from cancellation after the disastrous sales and ratings of the previous series, Chikyuu Sentai Fiveman. It also had some elements that made it stand out from earlier Sentai seasons. While I’ve talked about how Marinette was forced to become Guardian against her will while the show doesn’t acknowledge it, this show actually does point out that almost the entire team is a group of civilians with no combat experience. Earlier episodes are not only spent assembling the team, but also training them to better fight the Vyram and pilot their giant robot.

The series introduced a love triangle for three of the Jetmen, and while controversial among fans, was very popular with Japanese mothers, who were rumored to find Gai/Black Condor very attractive and begged Toei to not kill him off. The love triangle, while arguably one of the weakest parts of this show (but still better written than the Love Square), was part of the main theme of the team being more conflicted, showing they weren’t all best friends all the time.

This extended to the Vyram, who also tended to fight with each other over their plans to conquer the Earth. Sure, there was the occasional villain in earlier seasons who tried to overthrow the big bad, but this was the first time we had a whole group of villains trying to one-up each other. The best way to describe the Vyram is if the cast of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia were supervillains who were still competent at their jobs.

The series is also incredibly dark, and is often seen as the darkest Sentai has ever gotten. There’s a lot more violence and blood than usual, and a lot more onscreen deaths that aren’t just limited to the villains. Humans are actively killed or hurt in the crossfire, and it shows just how painful this war is. And because of all of that and many other reasons, this is seen as the peak of Super Sentai. If you have to watch a single Sentai series, watch Jetman.

Ninja Sentai Kakuranger (1994-1995, 53 Episodes)

During Japan’s Sengoku Era, a team of five ninja sealed away the leader of an army of Youkai, rendering their kind powerless. In the present day, one of the few surviving Youkai tricks two bikers, who are actually descendants of two of the ninja in the past, into undoing the seal and giving all of the Youkai their powers back. Another descendant of the ninja recruits them into taking on the legacy of their ancestors to fight the Youkai, becoming the Kakurangers.

The 1990s were when Super Sentai was starting to delve more into fantasy elements rather than just science-fiction, and also started to take on a more light-hearted tone. Kakuranger is no exception. It’s a lot more goofy than the other entries, even using comic book-style graphics during its fight scenes. There’s also a narrator who appears to explain the history of the Youkai of the week, a detail I really like. While this show is still unashamedly goofy, it still gets more serious in the second half, but never loses its comedic moments entirely.

Like with Jetman, Kakuranger shows the reality of drafting two civilians to fight a war against the supernatural, with only one of the first three Kakurangers knowing how to fight. That Kakuranger in question, Tsuruhime/Ninja White, is easily one of the best Sentai heroines of all time. Not only was the first female and non-Red to lead a Sentai team, but she was only fifteen years old while the other Kakurangers were in their twenties. Marinette could learn a lot from her, and no, that’s not an insult. Tsuruhime is a complete badass, and a team-up with Ladybug would be the coolest thing ever.

What was I talking about? Oh yeah, watch Kakuranger.

Kyukyu Sentai GoGoV (1999-2000, 50 Episodes)

The demonic children of the Grand Witch Grandiene begin causing natural disasters to bring destruction to Earth in order to revive their mother. In response, five rescue workers who also happen to be siblings are recruited by their estranged father to become a team dedicated to saving lives from the Psyma Family’s actions.

Did anyone ever watch Rescue Heroes as a kid? Imagine that show, but with the intensity turned up to eleven. This show is epic, with amazing action and some of the coolest giant robots in Sentai history. One of their robots is a giant train armed to the teeth with guns. Even putting aside the action, this show does a great job at highlighting all the dedication rescue workers have to their jobs by showing a lot of rescue scenes in addition to having GoGoV fight the Psyma. It even teaches the audience about firefighters from Japan’s Edo Period. There’s really not a lot of shows that explain what rescue workers were like in the past, which shows just how invested this show is in teaching people about rescue workers.

While this wasn’t the first Sentai series to feature a team of siblings (the first being the aforementioned Fiveman), I think it managed to capture the dynamic best. Family is a key theme of the series, with the healthy relationship between GoGoV contrasting with the more toxic environment the Psyma Family has.

This is easily one of the most action-packed Sentai series ever made. It is literally Fire Force twenty years before that anime premiered, and it is AWESOME.

Tokusou Sentai Dekaranger (2004-2005, 50 Episodes)

In the not-too-distant future (Next Sunday, A.D.), the universe has come together to the point where Earth has made contact with several intelligent alien civilizations. However, intergalactic arms dealer Agent Abrella starts to help out the extraterrestrial criminals on Earth, called Alienizers, by providing technology and giant robots to them because he enjoys profiting from crime, and dreams of a world without the police. In response the organization Special Police Dekaranger, or S.P.D., brings together a team of officers to apprehend the Alienizers.

You want to see space cops doing space cop stuff? Then this is the show for you. Admittedly, this isn’t the most story-driven show, but is instead carried by its characters, who go through a lot of development. The Dekarangers have one of the best team dynamics in Sentai history. All of them are very likable characters, and it’s a lot of fun to see them interact. But the best character in the show goes to the Dekarangers’ boss, Doggie Kruger/Dekamaster, a dog alien who becomes a Dekaranger himself, labeling himself The Watchdog of Hell. That has to be the coolest title any superhero has ever had. Dekamaster is another one of the greatest Super Sentai characters ever, taking down a hundred goons in his first battle by himself.

I haven’t even gotten to Agent Abrella, one of the coolest Sentai villains of all time. He’s obsessed with profit and chaos, and he’s easily one of the most sadistic main villains compared to his predecessors. He isn’t some evil emperor who wants to rule the world. He just wants to raise hell and make a quick buck from it. He’s also voiced by Ryusei Nakao, the Japanese voice of Frieza from Dragon Ball Z. That’s another appeal of Sentai, the voice talent. A lot of big-name voice actors have voiced characters, like Mao Ichimichi and Kotono Mitsuishi. Hell, the currently ongoing Kikai Sentai Zenkaiger has Yuki Kaji of Attack on Titan fame voicing one of the main characters.

Dekaranger is easily one of the most popular Sentai seasons out there, as it has a lot of additional material. Not only did the Dekarangers get a theatrically released film like many other seasons before it, they teamed up with two separate Sentai teams, some of them cameoed in the anniversary series Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger, they got a reunion movie ten years after its finale, four of the Dekarangers guest starred in another Sentai series two years after that, Uchu Sentai Kyuranger, which served as a prologue to a team-up with another Toei hero, Uchuu Kenji Gavan, and then that led into the Dekarangers cameoing in another Kyuranger movie meant to be an epilogue to that series.

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Yeah, this is why I haven’t talked about the Sentai movies in this post. You don’t have to watch any of these unless you really enjoy Dekaranger, which you should at least check out. It’s slow at times, but it’s still a lot of fun.

Engine Sentai Go-Onger (2008-2009, 50 Episodes)

The Banki Clan Gaiark have traveled from their home dimension of Machine World and chosen Earth as their new home, but they have to pollute the planet to serve as an ideal living space for their kind. In response, sentient animal-themed vehicles called the Engines choose five humans to partner up with, the five humans in question becoming the Go-Ongers.

Unlike most of the shows I talked about, Go-Onger is incredibly goofy, and I love it. The characters are all incredibly likable, both the Go-Ongers and the Engines. While Sentai had touched upon the idea of treating the mecha as sentient beings, this was one of the earliest series to actually have their partners talk, leading to some interesting character dynamics. The villains are also really fun to watch. While they’re about as competent as Team Rocket at times, there are moments where you actually feel bad for them, especially towards the end of the series.

It’s also really funny. Granted, comedy is subjective, so you may not find the same things as funny, but there are a lot of funny moments in this show, all helped by the actors giving amazing performances. Go-Onger can get extremely wacky at times, like in Episode 31. I’m not going to say what happens, you should watch it for yourself.

What makes the humor really work unlike the last attempt at a comedy-focused Sentai, Carranger, it didn’t really feel mean-spirited by portraying the heroes as idiots by claiming to be “parodying” Sentai. Yes, the Go-Ongers can be dumb at times, but they still take their jobs seriously when they’re not goofing around. There’s not really much I can say about Go-Onger other than it being a bunch of dumb fun. If you’re in the mood to start off with something more light-hearted, I’d check it out.

Samurai Sentai Shinkenger (2009-2010, 49 Episodes)

For centuries, generations of samurai have waged a war against a race of demons from the underworld called the Gedoshu. After their leader was temporarily sealed away for several years, the Gedoshu begin another invasion of the surface while trying to flood the Sanzu River, which grows through human misery. In response, the current generation of samurai, the Shiba Clan, assemble to fight the Gedoshu as the Shinkengers.

This was actually one of the first Sentai seasons I ever watched, as my first Power Rangers season was Samurai. And yeah, while Samurai is a really bad adaptation, I’m here to judge Shinkenger on its own. Admittedly, there are a lot of qualities that can be chalked up to cultural differences, like the whole honor code samurai have and certain plotlines you’d see in a jidaigeki film. The Shinkengers themselves are all very likable characters, and you can really relate to their struggles of being forced into this war (again, handled a lot better than what’s going on with Marinette). All of them have different responses to their situation. Some of them dedicate themselves to wholeheartedly following their lord (Takeru/Shinken Red) or being more vocal in their hatred of their duties.

The villains are also really interesting. Sure, the big bad is pretty boring, but the side villains are just so twisted they really steal the show. Takeru/ShinkenRed gets a rival who serves as a perfect foil to him, representing the idea of why one fights. Even the concept of the Gedoushu is pretty terrifying. Demons from another world hellbent on causing misery to flood our world with their water, which I must point out, is deadly to humans. They’re not my favorite villain group, but they’re a close second.

There’s also some clever plot twists that happen late into the series that I don’t want to give away. Sure, you might have a hard time getting used to the Japanese culture at first, but Shinkenger is still a great series.

Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger (2011-2012, 51 Episodes)

The Zangyack Empire invades Earth and because of their army reaching across the universe, they become the greatest threat the planet has ever had. In response, the previous thirty-four Sentai teams unite to fight them. They succeed, but the attack they used to wipe out the battle fleet stripped them of their powers. A few years later, a group of space pirates come to Earth in search of “The Greatest Treasure in the Universe”. While the pirates couldn’t care less about stopping the Zangyack, they still have to deal with them while searching for the treasure, which is somehow connected to the previous thirty-four Sentai teams. Also, the pirates form their own Sentai team, the thirty-fifth Sentai team in particular, the Gokaigers, who have the ability to TRANSFORM INTO ANY OF THE PREVIOUS SENTAI TEAMS.

For Super Sentai’s 35th anniversary, Toei wanted to go big this time. While the previous two anniversary seasons only had movies that paid tribute to Sentai as a whole, this was the first season where the anniversary aspect was in the premise alone.

The interesting thing is that the series was changed last-minute, and it was totally for the better. See, in March of 2011, Japan’s Tohoku Region was devastated by an earthquake registering at a 9.1 on the Richter scale. To this day, it was the largest earthquake ever recorded in Japan’s history, and that’s not even getting into the tsunami it caused the same day. What does this have to do with Gokaiger? In response to the tragedy, several tokusatsu stars including Super Sentai alumni took to social media to encourage kids to stay positive, and even asked some of Gokaiger’s showrunners if they could reprise their roles in an episode. Originally, there were going to be some cameos from past Sentai heroes, but it would only be limited to the ones whose powers would upgrade the Gokaigers’ giant robot. After this, there were a lot more cameos from Sentai alumni in the latter half of the series. Out of Gokaiger’s 51 episodes, 24 of them were tributes to past seasons. And that’s not even getting into all of the cameos in the movies too.

This was another one of the first Sentai seasons I ever saw, and it really helped me get into the franchise as a whole. It manages to explain things to people who haven’t seen certain seasons, while paying tributes to said seasons and making clever homages older fans will understand. Admittedly, the show does spoil the endings of the older seasons like Liveman and Jetman, so keep that in mind before starting this one.

Even outside of the tributes, the Gokaigers are some of the most memorable characters Super Sentai’s had in recent years. While they aren’t exactly evil, they start off not really interested in protecting Earth and care more about getting the Greatest Treasure in the Universe. The only reason they fight the Zangyack in the first episode was because their lunch was interrupted. A team of anti-heroes in Super Sentai hasn’t really been done before. Even then, there’s an interesting dynamic where some of the Gokaigers have more of a moral conscience than the others. And as the series goes on, they start to care more about protecting the Earth, even if they don’t admit it.

It’s just a really good show, and even if it isn’t your first, I’d check it out.

Zyuden Sentai Kyoryuger (2013-2014, 48 Episodes)

When the alien entity known as Deboss invades Earth during the prehistoric era, another bird-like alien named Torin empowers several dinosaurs into the mighty Zyudenryu to fight off the invading force. After a brutal final battle, Deboss was sealed away, but his army of followers was still growing. In response, Torin started to recruit several humans throughout time into the modern day to become the Kyoryugers.

While Gokaiger was the first Sentai I ever watched, Kyoryuger was the first Sentai I watched every week as it aired, so it has a special place in my heart despite its middling reputation. Yeah, Kyoryuger has been criticized for starting the trend of Red Senshi stealing all the screentime, and while that can easily be applied to later entries like Shuriken Sentai Ninninger and Kishiryu Sentai Ryusoulger (the latter basically made Red and Gold the only ones to pilot the giant robots while the others watched), I don’t think it's as bad as everyone says it is.

There is just an amazing cast of characters here. It’s the first Sentai to be composed of ten rangers (while Dekaranger also had ten, three of them were just one-offs), and it does a really good job at balancing them all out. Yes, Daigo/Kyoryu Red does get a handful of power-ups and can be the focus at times, but the other characters all have their own distinct personalities and are just a blast to watch. I’d honestly recommend watching a few episodes of this show to get an idea on how to do an ensemble cast. If I end up doing the whole “tokusatsu has better toy tie-ins than Miraculous” thing, expect me to talk about how Kyoryuger introduces its new characters and giant robots.

And then there’s the soundtrack. Oh my God, the soundtrack. Sentai tends to have banger songs for their seasons, and Kyoryuger is no exception. “Vamola! Kyoryuger”, “Solid Bullet”, “Kyoryu Gold! Iza!”, “Yuuki Bakuretsu”, “Chou Shinka! Kyoryu Beat”, “Houkou! Bragigas”, and “Senkou no Brave”. So many of these songs are incredibly catchy, and I haven’t listed all of them. The show has a bit of a music motif, so it makes sense for there to be a lot of insert songs.

The one major flaw I have to point out is that you kind of have to watch the theatrical movie (which is only slightly longer than an average episode), in order to understand some of the plotpoints for the season’s endgame, but other than that, it’s still a really good season to start off on.

Mashin Sentai Kiramager (2020-2021, 45 Episodes)

The Dark Empire Yodonheim attacks the planet Crystalia, with the king’s brother betraying him and siding with the enemy. The kingdom’s princess is sent to Earth to recruit five warriors to fight the Empire. The chosen five all possess “Kiramental”, a way of weaponizing their imagination, which they use to defend the Earth’s radiance.

Precure fans might remember this being the season where Cure Star met the Red to promote the latter’s season (actually referring to Cure Star as his sempai), and I can kind of see why. A lot of fans have jokingly compared this season to Precure because of the gemstone motif and focus on creativity, with Juru/Kiramai Red acting like a Pink Cure according to some of the comments I’ve seen in Sentai discussion forums.

This is the most recent season to finish as of this post, and it’s already gotten a lot of praise in terms of writing, characters, story, and managing all of these during the COVID-19 Pandemic and having to adapt to losing five episodes in the process. The characters are very likable, the Red is one of the better ones in recent years with him being more timid compared to the more hotheaded ones, and the villains are also amazing, and some of the best in recent years. Episodes can range from funny to tragic to just plain awesome in terms of writing, with seemingly innocent filler episodes being the source of major bombshells and plot twists.

Honestly, there’s not much I can really say about this show other than check it out for yourself.

But these are just my recommendations. If you do some research and see a season you like, I’d go for it. If anyone else wants me to do these for Kamen Rider and Ultraman, I’d be happy to.

Sorry this took so long.

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unhingeddumbass · 4 years

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Ben, Kevin and Gwen answer random questions:

DISCLAIMERS: THE QUESTIONS AREN’T MINE, I FOUND THEM IN ANOTHER POST, CREDITS TO OP. I FOUND THEIR BIRTHDAYS IN BEN 10 WIKI, THE CANDLES WERE MADE WITH A BUZZFEED QUIZ AND I’LL PRETEND KEVIN’S DAD WASN’T A FAKE MEMORY, HE WAS REAL, BECAUSE IT WORKS FOR ANSWERING SOME QUESTIONS. I TRIED TO DO THIS BASED ON THE TRIO’S PERSONALITY LIKE THE SHOW AND BEN’S SINGLE BECAUSE I DON’T WANT ANY BEEF AND BECAUSE EVERYONE SHIPS DIFFERENT PEOPLE WITH BEN.

😷Where or with who are you spending quarantine?

Gwen: I’m staying with Kevin at his mom’s house.

Kevin: What she said lol

Ben: At home with my folks, since Grandpa Max is a risk patient, he’s staying at Galvan Prime with Azmuth.

✊🏾What’s your position with the current racism tragedy? Are you getting involved in any way?

Gwen: I’m horrified. I can’t believe we’ve come to such high levels of intolerance and hate and that the government just adds more violence instead of trying to change the situation peacefully. I’ve been getting informed and learning, doing videos teaching people about racism, posted them on my social media so I can try and teach people more. I’m claustrophobic so I don’t go to protests, but I’m supporting from home.

Kevin: I’m fucking angry. I’ve been at the protests with Ben and we’re trying our best to keep people safe. I’m also working on a piece of tech to cover tear gas before it blows and some bulletproof stuff.

Ben: Like Kevin said, we’ve been on the front with protesters providing help and keeping everyone as safe as possible. Our parents are donating and we’re trying to get the Plumber’s help too, but they said it’s not their jurisdiction. Either way we’re doing our best and we’ll always stand with justice, peace and equality for everyone.

🐰- do you believe in soul mates?

Gwen: Yaaaas, it’s so romantic!

Kevin: Uh.. *Looks at Gwen* Only if it’s her.

Ben: Dafuk’s a soulmate?

💌- diary or journal?

Gwen: A mix between both, I love scrapbooking.

Kevin: Das some soft shit bro *He secretly hides a journal but he’ll never admit*

Ben: Why wasting paper? It’s better to keep everything on the Cloud

💕- are you crushing on someone?

Gwen: Hmm… Patch Cipriano *Kevin glares at her* JUST KIDDING, only you.

Kevin: This babe right here *Grabs Gwen’s waist and kisses her forehead*

Ben: *Simping* Jennifer Lawrence, Selena Gomez… there’s too many

💋- kissing in the dark or kissing in the rain?

Gwen: A rainy autumn day *Daydreams*

Kevin: Three words: Dark. Backseat. Lake *Smirks and winks at Gwen*

Ben: *Cringes for the Gwevin moment* Anywhere I guess.

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

Gwen: Fishing with Grandpa Max and my first karate tournament

Kevin: Buying my car xD

Ben: THAT ICONIC summer vacation, hell yeah

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

Gwen: Yellow roses, ofc.

Kevin: Weed *Gwen elbows him in the chest*

Ben: None, tho I kinda like sunflowers

💖- have you ever been in love?

Gwen: *Looks at Kevin and smiles*, yes.

Kevin: *Starts singing I’m in Love With My Car by Queen, Gwen glaring at him* Ofc I love you babe, I’m kidding.

Ben: My love belongs to Mr Smoothies

🍰- strawberry or vanilla?

Gwen: Both! Also love coconut.

Kevin: Those are some lame ass flavours, I rather chocolate or blueberries.

Ben: As long as it can be made into a smoothie, I’ll love it.

🍯- describe your favorite smell

Gwen: A new book and a autumn scented candle

Kevin: Gasoline and... *blushes*... Gwen’s shampoo.

Ben: Pickles and chili fries, duuuh.

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

Gwen: An infinite supply of books, making high education to be accessible to everybody and to reverse the damages the human race has made to the environment.

Kevin: My car to be completely indestructible, free food forever not only for me but to everybody and…*whispering* getting to see my dad at least one last time.

Ben: Infinite chilli fries and smoothies, to stop racism, misogyny and homophobia, and Grandpa Max to be around for a lot of more years.

🍪- cookie dough or cookies?

Gwen: Freshly baked cookies!

Kevin and Ben: *Screaming* Cookie dough! Salmonella won’t ever stop us!

☕- coffee or tea?

Gwen: Coffee in the winter or at college, tea for relaxing.

Kevin: Bring me the strongest coffee! *Slams fists on table*

Ben: F U C K I N’ S M O O T H I E S

🍃- would you rather live in a sea with mermaids or a forest with fairies?

Gwen: I can’t choose, I’d love both.

Kevin and Ben: *Smirking with pervert thoughts* MERMAIDS!

🍂- what’s your middle name?

Gwen: Catherine, but I rather being called Gwendolyn instead.

Kevin: Ethan, but dare to call me that and I’ll yeet you into oblivion.

Ben: Kirby, COULDN’T BE ANY MORE CRINGEEEEEE?

💫- what is your zodiac sign?

Gwen: Cancer (14th July)

Kevin: Scorpio (4th November)

Ben: Capricorn (27th December)

🌧️- favorite thing to do on rainy days?

Gwen: Read, drink tea and listen to calm music.

Kevin: Either I sleep all day or I’ll go to Gwen’s house.

Ben: Eat, sleep, TV, and rave repeat.

🍭- how tall are you?

Gwen: 5’6

Kevin: 6’3

Ben: 5’10

💒- which show would you want to live in?

Gwen: The Vampire Diaries or Friends.

Kevin: Law & Order *Screams DUN DUN*

Ben: Summo Slammers!

🎄- what is your favorite holiday?

Gwen: Thanksgiving, because of the family reunion.

Kevin: Saint Patrick’s Day, cuz I have an excuse to get fucking drunk and party

Ben: Christmas! Good food and gifts heck yeah

🍦- what scented candle is your favorite?

Gwen: Warm Vanilla Cookie or Pumpkin Spice.

Kevin: Enchanted Pine

Ben: Citrus Mint

🎶- favorite song right now?

Gwen: Sit Still, Look Pretty by Daya

Kevin: I’m In Love With My Car by Roger Taylor (Queen)

Ben: Human by Cher Lloyd or Game Over by Falling In Reverse

💘- 3 ways to win your heart?

Gwen: Don’t be a dickhead, be supportive, be funny.

Kevin: Respect my space, be brave and plz don’t hate my car

Ben: Be playful, funny and patient of my lifestyle which is very hard

🍩- current mood?

Gwen: Normal, concerned about the pandemic and missing my bff

Kevin: Meh, I don’t go out as often anyway

Ben: I WANNA GO OUT, I HATE QUARANTINE

❄️- what is your favorite season?

Gwen: I like summer but I love autumn

Kevin: I don’t actually mind

Ben: SUMMEEEEEEER

💍- your current relationship status?

Gwen and Kevin: Taken! *Kiss*

Ben: *Gags and glares at the happy couple* single and enjoying my peaceful life.

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

Gwen: Organizing my books by height, having always my room clean and never leave my house without my earphones

Kevin: The volume on the tv has to be in an even number, my car has to be always well maintained and my phone is mostly on silent or vibration mode.

Ben: Never spend a day without a smoothie, text Grandpa at least once a day or two, and collecting stuff I like.

🦄- how do you perceive yourself?

Gwen: Hardworking, introverted and intellectual

Kevin: I’ve got some roguish charm *smirks* and a little soft sometimes

Ben: Quirky, loud and funny.

🦋- how do you think others perceive you?

Gwen: Some call me golden child or goody two shoes. Probably teacher’s pet too.

Kevin: *Points at Ben* well, he thinks I’m strange and dangerous, so I guess other people think that too, maybe also an asshole.

Ben: A couple people think I’m an egocentric pain in the ass.

🌈- things I find attractive in girls/guys

Gwen: Physical appearance isn’t important, but I love smiles. I like a person who I can be myself with and is honest always.

Kevin: If a girl is fearless, strong and independent I become a simp for her tbh *Looks at Gwen* That’s how you got me at your feet babe.

Ben: I really like someone supportive and understanding, also bonus points if they’re not that serious, I want to joke around.

🍓- one secret about yourself

Gwen: I tend to be a people pleaser and I struggle with standing up for myself around my parents.

Kevin: I’m a sucker for my mom’s food and I’m actually sensible around the people I care the most about.

Ben: I’m not as careless and cocky as I pretend to be. Also I secretly love Lady Gaga’s music.

🎥- what show are you currently binging on?

Gwen: Gossip Girl, bakery shows and Stranger Things

Kevin: CSI and Law & Order, also Pimp My Ride cuz hell yeah old MTV shows

Ben: I mostly watch Summo Slammers but I also like Rick and Morty, Big Mouth and Stranger Things.

💗- who do you miss?

Gwen: My family and my best friend, Emily.

Kevin: ...my dad.

Ben: Grandpa Max, no cap.

🥀- last time you cried?

Gwen: The other day, while we watched A Dog’s Purpose 1 and 2.

Kevin: I don’t wanna talk about that soft shit

Ben: I had a very lucid nightmare the other day and woke up crying

🔪- scariest/creepiest experience?

All of them: Coming back from death in Legerdomain

#ben 10 #ben 10 alien force #ben 10 ultimate alien #ben 10 omniverse #gwen tennyson #ben tennyson #kevin levin

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how does someone who knows little-to-nothing about it get into sanders sides? i saw thomas' vines, and i've been sort of tangentially aware that the facets of his personality that he portrayed in the vines have since become characters, but there's a whole bunch of new ones??? what the fuck is a janus???? HELP. tldr where do i find The Lore? plz obi wan ur my only hope

it’s very simple!!! you hyperfixate on thomas sanders’s content in, like, 2016? and then he uploads a video called ‘my true identity’, which is a bit weird, but you love those vine characters. then he uploads more, and it becomes a trend. apparently people in the comments are shipping the prince guy and anxiety. you rewatch the new year’s video an embarrassing amount of times with your dog

i had a whole paragraph here about why i like the series, and why i dropped it and then picked it up again, but it was just a block of lowercase text and i guess it’s kind of hard to read

anyway, here’s the playlist of every episode, but i’m going to put a summary of the series and individual episodes under the readmore, while also ranking them, because i am Special Interesting and i like being useful. and i guess i’m gonna write using. like. actual grammar. if the readmore doesn’t work, then. have fun reading my infodump

here we go

Sanders Sides: A Summary

Fictional Version Of Thomas Sanders (known as Character!Thomas, and will be simply referred to as ‘Thomas’ henceforth) has ‘Sides’, which are parts of his personality that have been exaggerated and personified. It’s a nice little series set in some kind of semi-urban fantasy world, but mostly in Thomas’s living room. It mostly uses the idea of ‘Sides’ to represent the inner schemata of an individual. In simpler terms, you know when you’re conflicted, and you end up arguing with yourself? Yeah, it’s that.

Also, don’t read the comments, unless you want to disregard the care I’ve taken to not put spoilers in the Season 1 Summaries.

Season 1

I’d like to split this into parts, because there are a lot of things in earlier episodes that conflict with later characterisation. However, it’s also fun to watch them, and then rewatch them after some of the longer episodes, and feel your heart shatter!

This half of Season 1 was made solely by Thomas. It tends to be a bit more scattered, and can be watched out of chronological order, or completely skipped. Yes, I’m telling you that you can skip literally all of this section, if you want to. However, these are also the easiest videos to watch, and offer a taste of Silly Sanders Sides Hijinks without the emotional commitment.

My True Identity (6 min) - Thomas delves into the three aspects of his personality; his Logic (Teacher Guy), his Creativity (the Prince, also called Princey), and his Morality (Dad Guy who is Not Thomas’s Dad). At this point, the characters are far more similar to their Vine counterparts, and the characterisation clashes with later episodes. (3/5 - A nice way to see if you’ll enjoy the humour of this series)

Way Too Adult (5 min) - Thomas is asked by his family to help cook Thanksgiving dinner. Dad Guy pops up and discusses with Thomas how he can better learn to take care of himself. Features a talking stove, which is part of the reason why I classify this series as urban fantasy, and the start of a running joke. (2/5 - A fun, albeit rare, look into Dad Guy being responsible. I actually prefer this to My True Identity, but ranks lower due to conflicting with later S1 characterisation.)

Taking On Anxiety with Lilly Singh (6 min) - Thomas hopes and dreams to get rid of his Anxiety, who is a sassy, snide guy, sitting on the staircase. Princey, as the embodiment of Thomas’s hopes and dreams, is... Usurped by an imaginary version of Lilly Singh, who helps teach Thomas how to cope with feeling anxious. (3/5 - Introduces some secret tools that will help us later. The tools are Thomas being able to travel to various places in his head, and also Anxiety.)

A New Year of Lying to Myself... In Song!! (7 min) - The first video wherein you realise that this is A Thing. Thomas welcomes in the new year, hoping that 2017 will be better than 2016. Logic shows up to help him figure out some New Year’s Resolutions, accompanied by Dad Guy and Princey. Anxiety joins in to point out that Thomas has rarely, if ever, kept to his resolutions before. Through the first musical number of the series, the Core Sides and Thomas figure out simple, achievable resolutions that Thomas can use to improve his wellbeing. (4/5 - Unintentional foreshadowing in the form of a bop.)

The Dark Side of Disney (6 min) - Princey, not for the last time, enthuses about the wonders of Disney. However, Anxiety also appears, insisting that Disney is not as wholesome as it first appears. They argue and bond, despite the fact that Thomas still hasn’t redacted his statement regarding his hopes and dreams to get rid of his Anxiety. (2/5 - I have strong feelings on the meaning of ‘Beauty and the Beast’ and ‘The Little Mermaid’, both of which are shrugged off in favour of the tryhard-edgy ‘blegh stockholm syndrome’ and ‘blegh change yourself to get your man’. Still, it’s a fan-favourite for a reason, and the endcard always makes me smile.)

I’m in a Disney Show!! (6 min) - Princey enthuses about the wonders of Disney, because Thomas is in a Disney show. He talks about what happened, while the Sides (mostly Logic) suggest clickbait titles in order to entice people to watch the video. (2/5 - L*gan P*ul is mentioned, as he was also in the episode.)

The Mind vs. The Heart (6 min) - Thomas finds himself split between following his mind, Logic, or his heart, Morality. Features onesies, and looks further into the characters of Logic and Dad Guy. (3/5 - Pretty calm and peaceful, to be honest. It’s nice.)

Then we move onto the second part of Season 1. This is when Thomas’s friend, Joan, began to offer their input into scriptwriting and directing. They’re most of the reason why Sanders Sides is an actual series, instead of being silly skit characters in short vlogs. From here on in, episodes become more complex, and work on an actual timeline.

Alone on Valentines Day (9 min) - Thomas is rather upset that he will be, as the title says, alone on Valentine’s Day. The Sides try to help him figure out how to get a date with an imaginary version of his friend Valerie, but each of them has a weirder way of going about it than the last. (4/5 - Far more cohesive than previous videos, but Thomas still wasn’t fully out as gay, so his hypothetical date is a woman. Yes, I took points off because of that. Yes, I’m about to erase the 3/5 to make it 4/5 because Valerie is a delight.)

Losing My Motivation (9 min) - When Thomas finds himself procrastinating, Logic takes it upon himself to find out which side is causing it. In order to get into a deductive mindset, Logic dresses up as Sherlock, while Dad Guy joins in as Watson. Once the case is solved, an important piece of information is revealed: the Sides have names. (Logic’s name is revealed) (3/5 - It’s just a fun little video, and I can’t keep giving every video from here on in 4/5, or that’ll ruin the whole thingy.)

Sanders Sides Q&A (9 min) - Exactly what it sounds like. There’s not much else to say. (2/5 - I love it, but it’s not really necessary to understand the whole series. It’s just extra characterisation.)

Am I Original? (12 min) - Thomas finds himself in a creative rut, trying to think of a completely original idea. Princey requests full creative control - “full-on Daydream Mode” - in order to rapidly consider and enact many different concepts, all while trying to make something that has never been seen before. (Princey’s name is revealed) (4/5 - Important characterisation for Princey. I originally rated it lower due to Thomas’s inability to rap, but upon rewatching, i found that the ending dialogue between Princey and Thomas was worth two points, rather than the single one I gave it previously.)

My Negative Thinking (13 min) - When Thomas messes up in an audition, his ego - Princey - is out of commission and being cared for by Dad Guy. Therefore, the only Sides available to aid him in this situation are Logic and Anxiety, neither of whom can help Thomas in the way he wants to. Anxiety is worsening Thomas’s mental state, so Logan proposes a debate in order to combat those cognitive distortions. (4/5 - A fan-favourite episode which offers a lot of insight into Logic and Anxiety as characters. It is useful as a tool for identifying cognitive distortions in real life, which may help with the individual’s mental health. Even though it introduces another running joke, it’s educational and fun, and it develops their relationship in a positive manner, I just don’t particularly enjoy it.)

Growing Up (15 min) - It’s Thomas’s birthday! He’s in his late twenties, and he’s still a kid at heart. He hasn’t done his laundry, he's silly and immature, and he feels like he isn’t at the point that he needs to be in his life. Therefore, all the Sides, except for Dad Guy, who ironically embodies Thomas’s inner child, work on trying to make him more mature. (Morality’s name is revealed) (3/5 - Features the concept of Voltron Shirt. I love this episode, but there is a noticeable change in audio quality at the end which affects how enjoyable it is.)

Making Some Changes (15 min) - Back in Thomas’s living room, and in opposition to his view from the last episode, Anxiety is worried about how life changes in unpredictable ways, and especially about losing contact with Thomas’s friends. Therefore, in order to keep Thomas’s friends permanently by his side, Princey gets them all to shapeshift. (3/5 - It might be skippable, but it’s just really, really fun.)

Becoming A Cartoon (10 min) - Adding to the whole urban fantasy thing, it turns out that animators can literally, physically turn people into cartoons. Thomas wants to be a cartoon. Princey catches Anxiety in his arms and says “everybody loves the villain,” and I think that’s all you need to know. (1/5 - Co-stars B*tch H*rtman, known for Fairly Odd Parents, Danny Phantom, and Being A Bigot, who did the character designs for the Sides, if not the actual animation. And the designs are kind of. Eh. Just watch some fanmade animatics.)

Accepting Anxiety (23 min) - Part 1: Excepting Anxiety (10 min), and Part 2: Can Anxiety Be Good? (14 min) - HOO. If the musical number or the animation didn’t clue you in, this video confirms that Sanders Sides is A Thing. Remember how Thomas hoped and dreamt to get rid of his Anxiety? Remember how he never redacted that statement, or even expressed a bit of remorse? Well, here, his wishes come true, and he doesn’t feel bad about it at all! That’s because he has absolutely no shame, caution, or fear of death. Yeah, he’s a mess. Therefore, the Sides make him take them on a magical quest to Anxiety’s Room, in order to un-mess-ify Thomas. (Anxiety’s name is revealed) (5/5 - The team really went above and beyond with this one. Like. Hoo. That’s it. Just. Hoo. Hoo. I’m an owl.)

And that’s Season 1!!! I’m going to add Season 2 in a reblog, because this has taken roughly three hours and it’s been really difficult to not spoil their names!!! which i did anyway because their names are all easier to type from muscle memory!!!

#helen stfu #asks #sanders sides tag da lee lay da lee loo #Anonymous

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coolwonderlandcheesecake-blog · 4 years

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The Sex Factor - Romance With Your Spouse After Children

You know you're a mom when...you promise your husband tonight is the night, but you happily sneak up to bed, relieved that he fell asleep on the couch.

Not to gossip or anything, but a recent visit from a friend of mine resulted in us having a conversation about sex after a baby. Slowly her sexual drive has returned as her hormones have balanced out after pregnancy. Her four-month-old is happily sleeping in her own room now, giving mom and dad their personal privacy back. Doing better than I did, she's enjoying sex, but did say light-heartedly, "We did it last night, so I'm off the hook for a few days". Simultaneously we both laughed, kindred spirits in the fact that sex at the moment is not the most important thing on our list.plz see more sexy video and visit my best site

Like many of my posts, I ran the idea in this week's "You Know You're a Mom When..." casually past my husband. Feeling rather witty and spot-on with my comment, I repeated it half laughing while smirking at my own personal accuracy. There was a sort of dead silence in the room. "That's not that funny" he replied, neither impressed nor amused by my remark. "Come on" I responded, once again validating what I know so many women can relate to and find laughable. He was neither convinced nor interested, and just gave me that look as he walked away.

In their own way at evoking humor and cliché, men have grumbled about sex after marriage since the dawn of time. Yet, it did start me thinking less about my own indifference to it and more about his need and desire as a man and sexual creature. Most people know and agree with the fact that men need sex as a physiological part of their coding and make up. A woman's personal feelings and opinions often override what men need and allow them to forget or look past this so-called necessity in their day-to-day lives (me being in that group).

So juggling all the things we do, not really feeling up to it and truly needing/craving/wanting sleep, how do we create that spark of interest to get the fires burning again?plz see more sexy video and visit my best site

In my research on ways to improve sex with your husband I came across eHow.com. They suggest things like talk about your fantasies to get stimulated, be spontaneous and have sex somewhere risky, or maybe create a home video or photo album for his eyes only. Great ideas, but who has time for that? (I clicked off that site because obviously it was written by someone without kids). To their credit though, they did suggest, 1) Talk about it! Yes, with him or her, not with your friends, not with anyone else. It's absolutely amazing how many lovers simply don't communicate openly and honestly with one another on what is enjoyable about sex.

Expert Michael Webb, author of 500 Lovemaking Tips, offers 10 Ways To Rekindle The Magic In Your Relationship:

1. SEND THEM A UNIQUE GIFT 2. BECOME KIDS AGAIN 3. HAVE FUN WITH WATER 4. A MASSAGE WITH A TWIST 5. BRING BACK CHILDHOOD MEMORIES 6. STARE AT THE CLOUDS 7. WALK ALONG THE BEACH 8. ORGANIZE A PICNIC ON A WARM SUMMER'S NIGHT 9. SHOW YOU'RE GRATEFUL FOR YOUR PARTNER 10. SPICE UP YOUR LOVEMAKING

Not sure if he has kids either (who's watching them while I'm staring at the clouds?), but at least he's getting closer and his suggestions are appropriate.

Then, I found this site, http://CharmYourWife.Com. Robert Steele writes, if men want more sex with their wives', they have to start educating themselves on what to do and what not to do concerning a woman's emotional state. "When your wife has a comfortable sense of well being, knows you truly love her for who she is and that of all the billions of women in the world, you want only her, then you'll probably get as much sex as you can handle"! He also goes on to say, "To romance your wife is to make her feel special - like she's the most special women in the world to you. To romance your wife is for you to still "court" her - as if you're still "chasing" her to win her heart."

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My favorite quote from him is "when a husband knows how to please his wife emotionally and to romance her, she will just naturally want to please him. That's how women are "wired".

I found it interesting that although I know my husband requires sex and we can do "things" to improve it, creating a mental and emotional connection is really the key to that locked door. It also made me realize that I have the power to create that connection myself. When my husband comes home and I instantly tell him how my son put a dent in the wall, the property taxes came and I haven't had time to dye my hair, all he wants to do is withdraw and disperse. So it is up to me to have more light-hearted conversations and less complaining. More about what was good in the day, what things worked out and the events that made me happy and brought joy to the kids. He would then want to reciprocate the gesture, feel open to listening and free to share in return. All the things I truly want and the start of creating the closeness we both ultimately desire.

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dont-offend-the-bees · 5 years

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Just finished watching Sex Education on netflix, actually binged it all in one day cuz it was really good, just a few thoughts and misc. ramblings (mostly spoiler free I think?):

It’s a really good show for nuanced characters. Like, if you want unproblematic cinnamon rolls to latch onto this defo isn’t your show, even the sweetest characters have their flaws but I love that. The kids and the parents alike- the protag had me going from ‘you’re the sweetest and I’ll defend you to the death’ to ‘wow you fucking idiot shut up’ like, SO many times. I love him though. What a disaster.

Gillian Anderson?? Makin me gayer

Fuckin s/o to Asa Butterfield for doing all those wanking faces for head-on close ups, braver than any US marine

I love all the characters but I do think it struggled a bit to keep the momentum with the side characters in the middle of the series. Like, Adam had a big role in the first couple of eps, made himself pretty fucking unappealing, and didn’t have that much of a chance to really grow before he became quite important again in the last ep. I do feel for him (nuanced characters, y’all), but didn’t get enough chance to really love him and so I’ve got some mixed feelings about his final episode plot.

Otis and Eric’s friendship???? Pure. I mean, I kinda wish they’d addressed the fall out more- even though Eric had been being kinda jealous for a while I absolutely think Otis should not have put him in the situation he wound up in (oh yeah TW for a brief homophobic assault in ep5, everyone’s fine but Eric gets a bruised cheek and a scare my poor darling) and he did apologise but I just kinda wish he’d confronted it more. I want it to be more kind of, there that Otis has quite a lot of privilege in being straight(as far as we know) and white and the same thing probs wouldn’t have happened to him if he’d been the one walking home alone at night. That being said, I literally do love them so much, their reunion was sweet af, Eric looked fabulous and with the exception of the unfortunate blip Otis is honestly such a sweet and caring ally bestie (yearly traditional dressing in drag with your gay friend to see their fave movie and dancing with them at prom is just..... y e s)

A multishipper’s dream I ship fuckin everyone with everyone

If they get a season two I really hope they address asexuality. There’s a couple of characters I could easily place on that spectrum but nothing’s been confirmed and I think an often underrepresented part of sex positivity is that some people don’t have it and don’t want to/don’t feel that sort of attraction, and that’s fine. They address it in different ways because it’s all about like taboos and misconceptions and anxieties, but some canon ace rep would be fucking sweet. (On that note come talk to me about ace headcanons plz)

I feel very Seen by the inclusion of Lily the monster-fucker artist. Called out. Fuckin love the friendship forming with her and Otis now though- and her ‘date’ with Eric was the cutest. And I want to know where she got her pink dungarees and basically every other outfit she wears.

Aimee is adorable and so are her lil bunny teeth

Yeah probs goes without saying but don’t watch this if you’re majorly squicked by sex scenes/sex talk. If you can stomach that stuff though it’s a really good and honest portrayal of it- problems people have, insecurities, how it ties into relationships, how traumatic experiences and lifestyle can impact it, it’s good.

Fairly decent on the queer and PoC rep- they’re not always the pivotal characters but they’re very much there and just as real as the Straights

I ship Maeve with happiness and success okay

I’ve probs got more thoughts but I’m tired and running out of them so I’ll leave it at that for now lmao- but yeah, would recommend <3

EDIT: ALSO THE SOUNDTRACK IS GREAT IT'S FULL OF EZRA FURMAN AND IT'S WONDERFUL

#sex education #sex education netflix #gillian anderson #asa butterfield #mr. bees speaks

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PARENT-TEACHER MEETING HCS

plz enjoy these headcanons i wrote yesterday when i was rly sleepy :)

-> sakusa, atsumu, iwaizumi (dad iwaizumi brainrot ig?), akaashi

-> a/n : i’m talking about kindergarten/elementary school meetings

— SAKUSA

• he’s the kind of dad who’s convinced that his kid is a genius

• he’s waiting the whole meeting for the teacher to tell you that your daughter needs to be transferred to a more prestigious school

• if they don’t, he’ll stay nice and polite in front of them but will absolutely bash them during the entire ride home

• “baby, she sneezed in her hand! and this woman touches the kids’ toys! no that’s too much, we gotta switch schools”

• he always attentively looks at the classroom’s walls to see how many drawings of your daughter are exhibited

• definitely takes a closer look at them afterwards

• he looks at them like they’re freaking rembrandts or something. and the teacher just looks at him like “she drew a red house with a square and a triangle, humble yourself sir”

• but let’s make things clear: if the school has decided to not consider his daughter a prodigy, he’ll do it himself

— ATSUMU

• kinda stressed so he might show up in a whole ass suit just because he doesn’t have any idea of what to expect from this meeting

• because of that, everyone at school thinks he’s a salesman or an executive and they’re all shocked to learn that he’s actually a volleyball player

• he’s really interested in knowing if his daughter is first in p.e class. yes, he tends to forget that she’s only four

• “did she show ya the drawing she made last week ? yeah, i helped her with that” *proud smile*

• he’s communicating with you through side glances, especially when he starts to get bored bc let’s be honest: these meetings are way too long

• ends up thinking that being a preschool teacher must be really cool because “all ya have to do is paint with yer hands all day”

• he’s already tried to send samu for him but he always refused: your kid, your responsibility

• if your daughter ever gets bad remarks from her teacher, he would take her out for ice cream afterwards because he doesn’t want her to feel too bad

• you try to tell him that it’s not a good idea to buy her ice cream after she’s been told she has done something bad, but suddenly he can’t hear :)

— IWAIZUMI

• i cannot emphasize this enough: he is protective as hell

• like, this is not a parent-teacher meeting, it’s a warning

• he wants the teacher to know that they can’t just talk shit about his kid and not expect consequences. in other terms: they’re on thin freaking ice

• meeting iwa is actually pretty enlightening for the teacher, because it definitely explains your son’s fiery temperament

• iwa probably takes every remark as a personal affront to his parenting skills - which is just unacceptable because he clearly doesn’t slack off when it comes to his kid’s education

• he obviously takes notes during the meeting. and watch him write down every single word every time the teacher praises your son

• and he keeps every notes from every meeting, at this point it’s like a book of praises for your kid and he’s living for it

• he’s probably really oblivious to your son’s flaws tbh. if he ever comes back home with a bad grade, he’ll think that it’s because the teacher is holding a grudge against him from the last meeting when he might have been a little vehement

• next thing you know, he’s in front of the school the next day at 8am sharp, waiting for explanations as to why he only got a C for his poem about clouds

— AKAASHI

• every kid at school loves him so he’s having a hard time just reaching the classroom since everyone wants to say hi

• he actually had a discussion with your daughter beforehand, to know if there was something she wanted him to say to the teacher

• because as much as he respects hierarchy, he hates the idea of considering children as less worthy of speaking

• definitely brings a notebook (maybe two?) and diligently takes notes all throughout the meeting

• mostly because he’s still a bit insecure about his parenting skills, he tries to learn as much as possible from someone who’s around kids all the time. so he asks many questions to the teacher

• also, akaashi is not an extreme person. like, he’ll acknowledge his kid’s faults to a certain point, but he’ll also speak up if he thinks something’s unfair

• oh and, he might be pretty critical about the teacher’s way of thinking, especially if it’s something archaic like “i talk, they listen”. like i said, he’s all about children/adults equality <3

• just the sweetest dad ever, honestly. might wanna keep an eye on the teachers and other parents because they’re definitely not blind 👀

@toworuu @catwithangerissues

#queued work!#alma’s sound asleep 💤 (if she’s not i’m disappointed in her)#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu headcanons #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa headcanons #akaashi keiji #akaashi headcanons #akaashi x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi headcanons

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Namjoon Scenario: Higher Than Hope.

Request: Can I request Namjoon Prince AU where Y/N is officer's daughter, Namjoon's companion. Due to his duty, he obliged to arrange marriage to princess from another kingdom whom Y/N overheard she only use him for his power. So Y/N tried to stop the marriage bc Y/N doesn’t want him to get hurt, ended up confess her own feeling to prove her sincerity but do not wish him to reciprocate bc she is aware of her status. but Namjoon actually feel the same n 've want to confess. Happy ending Plz thank you ❤️.

Genre: Romance / Drama.

You had just wanted to see Namjoon, only that, you went of course with the pretext of saying something of high importance to your father, the lord whom Namjoon had entrusted part of his army and who was his right hand and one of his greatest advisers, your father was a well respected man in the kingdom you being his daughter mean you had at least a part of that respect as well, although you knew it was more because of fear of him than anything else.

-You can not do this your highness, with all due respect, I tell you you are mad-

That was your father’s voice, if he was speaking like that he must be talking to Namjoon. You knew very well he wouldn’t speak like in such manner to the king, because it was the king and besides this was the meeting area of the castle where councils were held, the king wasn’t able anymore to take matter in the state issues due to his age and health and thus Namjoon had taken over since a few years.

-I have no choice, it must be done- Namjoon said with resignation.

The meeting area consisted of a long hallway with columns and in between there were chambers and rooms specifically for reunions of political importance. You had been walking to the one you knew your father and Namjoon would be in but you didn’t count on hearing them first, so you stopped and waited for your father to speak, why was he calling Namjoon mad? You knew the prince wouldn’t take it badly but it was disrespectful to say the least and you had always felt so protective of Namjoon. Sometimes you liked to lie to yourself thinking that it was because he was your prince, but in reality your reasons were more selfish than that.

-This marriage is mad my prince, I’ve heard things about this woman, it is not right-

-Younghan- Namjoon said your father’s name in a tired tone. -I can’t lead my lands and my people based on rumors, I respect you like my own father, but you know I have my hands tied, rumors are not enough to break an engagement-

-Rumors had started wars- your father added and then sighed too.

-I’ll leave you in charge of everything for now, I will be going to see how things are going with the new traders, I will come back later-

You jumped when hearing them move, you couldn’t run away to get out of that hallway fast enough, so you thought hard of an excuse, but nothing came so you smoothed your skirts, and cleared your throat faking to be getting there. The door opened and Namjoon came out so quickly he bumped with you. You gasped softly and he made a surprised exclamation to then say your name when he realized it was you.

-Lady Y/N!- he rushed to your aid, holding you by your forearms to keep you from falling. -Are you alright? My apologies, I came out in such rush that…-

You shook your head to then do a courtesy. -It is me who needs to apologize, your highness-

Namjoon smiled tenderly as his eyes fixed on yours and you felt the thrill of being so close to him, of having him looking at you and only you. -No need for that, I’m just a very clumsy man-

You shook your head. -None of that your highness, you are the most…- you sighed getting embarrassed since you were letting yourself be carried away, you remembered what was happening, the marriage, that you had known and reluctantly you had accepted if it was for his well being and for the kingdom although it still hurt to think you wouldn’t be able to be with him, but knowing this could harm him it made you upset. -You are great-

-You think too much of me Y/N- you heard the steps of your father and both of you reacted, Namjoon smiled shyly and did a chivalrous courtesy to then take your hand and give it the lightest kiss. -I will be going, lady Y/N- he looked at your father and nodded. -Lord Younghan- and then he left.

You looked at your father who was giving you a knowing tired look, he had realized a long time ago of your infatuation for Namjoon, and although him warning you to stay away since you would have your own marriage at some point and being in love with the prince couldn’t be good, you had listened to none of it.

-A word father, please-

Now it was you two inside the meeting room, tall ceilings and great elegant furniture made of wood, glass and gold was what you perceived when you went in.

Your father served himself a cup of water and then looked at your direction waiting for you to talk.

-Is it true that Namjoon’s fiancee has ill intentions?-

-Prince Namjoon- he corrected giving you a stern look. -Where did you hear that?-

You crossed your arms and he sighed. -You are my daughter Y/N, but you can not meddle in issues that does not attend to you-

-But it does!- you said in a tone too high but the frustration was high in you at the moment, you wanted to help your country, to help Namjoon. You couldn’t allow him going and giving himself in to a woman that only wanted to use him. -It is my duty as a lady of this court to…-

-It is not- your father interrupted. -Your only duty is to get educated, be a good daughter, in the future a good wife and mother and help others if you can, yours is not the responsibility of this reign, or of Namjoon-

-I care for him father- you continued a bit softer. -How can I just stand aside and just watch him going to a marriage that will only cause him harm, that will put our lands in danger- you shook your head not knowing that else to say to convince him. -How can you?-

-I can not, this is why I warned him, and now she wants to make the wedding be earlier, too much-

It felt like he had beaten you, the weeding had been set for at least another year. -How early?-

-A month, she’ll be on her way soon-

For the week that followed you tried to find ways of how could you stop the wedding, but achieving such feat was proving to be too hard. How could you stop a royal wedding? You had influence and you knew people and who to talk to get information. But it wasn’t like you could find the prove you needed to show Namjoon the woman he was about to marry just wanted to take advantage of him and ruin the reign, because according to what people said she wanted the marriage for another royal tittle to only benefit her own country and not yours.

Arranged marriages happened all the time, but at least the sacrifice should be worth it. For Namjoon it would mean his doom, because she didn’t love him or even procured good to his people.

He did it because he needed the trade, and as her lands had ports and yours didn’t she could ensure that, but at what cost?

-You look angry- he surprised you. -I’m sorry- you probably had looked startled, you bowed and he approached. You were standing by a window looking at the gardens, beautiful and bright with the wide range of tulip colors.

-I’m sorry your highness, I was just too immersed in my thoughts-

-Y/N we have known each other for our whole life, you don’t have to call me your highness all the time-

You smiled at that, he corresponded. Namjoon was very charming, serious with royal matters, but very clever and funny. He was handsome, he was smart, he was everything you could wish for, and he couldn’t be yours. But the worse thing was knowing he wasn’t going to be loved.

-How are the preparatives going? I heard your fiancee was bringing food for a whole army, but it’s just the first plate of the evening-

Namjoon sighed. -I spoke against it, but between letters she doesn’t wait to my answers-

You looked at him hopelessly, did he realized how much you loved him? A part of you hoped not, but another part really wanted to tell him he wasn’t alone. You knew his life between the duties could be really lonely.

-I mean no harm Namjoon, but, don’t you think you are overseeing things with this person? So many people talk about how you are selling our land for trade, that worries me, you worry me, I would hate for you to be hurt with this wedding-

Namjoon smiled and for a moment you thought he was going to touch as he lifted his hand in your direction, but he didn’t, and instead let it fall with a sigh -You are very sweet- he smiled. -I know, I am aware about the rumors, your father reminds me of them all the time but I… as long as we do not prove them I can’t do anything, I gave my word in a time of desperation for our land, if I break it then what will happen? We could even go to war-

You pursed your lips. -It is a difficult situation-

-Very much so, it is-

You stared at him, anxious about the country, about him and about what you felt for him. -I wish I could do something to help you-

This time Namjoon did touch you, like the other time he took your hand, but instead of seeming this one just a gesture of courtesy, it felt more personal, the intimacy with which he looked at you fixedly made you tremble with the desire to tell him everything you felt in your heart. -You already are, thank you- he kissed your hand and he grazed it for a few short seconds before letting it go. -You make it all better Y/N- he confessed and after that he left, leaving you confused and breathless and very much in love.

Namjoon’s bride to be was named Li-Ahn and she was a beauty, which disconcerted everyone since the people had been picturing her as a which, but Li-Ahn was a beautiful princess with soft looking skin and rosy cheeks, although you still had no doubts her intentions weren’t less than ill. The castle was roaring with her arrival, and you felt worse as each day went through and you could not do anything to help Namjoon, neither did your father.

You saw him less and less as he was focused in meeting all of what was expected of him, the lords did everything to help but you knew as well as he did that the help they offered might be poisoned, so he couldn’t really trust them, and his father, old and frail, couldn’t stand for his position as the king, which left Namjoon ruling, planning a wedding and trying to figure out if his future “queen” would kill him in his sleep within the first night.

But even still some times you found him lingering near the places you would frequent inside the castle, your interactions although reduced you felt were more intense than ever as he spoke to you, sometimes it weren’t long conversations, just a few words, just something that he got out of his chest and said to you. You’d listen, sometimes giving him your opinion, sometimes just staying quiet to tell him with your eyes that you were there for him through this time.

-You are a wonderful lady, Y/N, I…- he shook his head and sighed. -Whoever you marry can count himself as lucky-

The wedding was a few days away and it had you desperately looking for ways to end it, some were whispering to your father that the answer was kill Li-Ahn but as that would probably end in a war you couldn’t afford the option so it was set aside. You had hired spies and bought servants to watch out for any information, any slip from her or her handmaidens or her guards, you had sent whores to try to get information, you had sent a person of special qualities to her kingdom to find something that could be used against her but until now nothing had resulted.

It was almost like Namjoon and everyone else had given up hope and were giving in to something that they knew would bring harm to your lands, Namjoon seemed hopeless and tired and as you tried to comfort him and make him smile you knew you couldn’t save him from this, and that made your heartache.

The night before of the wedding arrived and you decided you needed to do things yourself, for your kingdom, for your people and for the man you loved, you would put yourself in the line. So you used all the knowledge you had gathered from the spies and the whores and in the change of guards you entered her room and hid.

Your heart was beating fast with fear and anxiety, if she didn’t say or do anything incriminatory then all this would be for nothing. Her chambers were fit for a princess although she had taken out a few of the furniture to put trunks of her own. You wanted to keep examining what was it that she could have changed but just at that moment Li-Ahn came to the room.

Her hand maidens undressed her as she groaned and sighed like she was sore and exhausted. -I swear this land is a waste of effort, I don’t know why my father is so fixed in having it- You bit your lip to not say anything. -I hate it, we will have more territory but I hate it-

-The wedding is close my princess- one of the girls said and the princess sighed heavily.

-After the wedding night we will have him disposed, he will surely be a waste like his country, but I have no choice-

The girls giggled and you felt the anger building up inside of you, Namjoon was not a waste, you knew you had to put your feelings aside for a moment but it was hard, this girl would have the man you loved and she was only set for getting rid of him.

-You should not talk like that my princess, we don’t know who is watching-

-And if they are watching what can they do? Nobody can go against me, Namjoon knows I’m more powerful than him as he is right now-

You were hidden behind a bookshelf, it was against a corner so it made a space just big enough for a person to get in and it was so far into the room you really thought no one would look there.

-But we are being observed my princess- the same handmaiden said and the fear ran free in you. You tried to stay still and quiet but as you heard the steps towards you you thought in what you could do.

When you were left in the open Li-Ahn was completely covered by her handmaidens who sported knives in their hands. You screamed, which erupted some kind of alarm that set the guards in a rush of screams too.

-You filthy whore, I suspected you would be trouble since I saw you with my fiancee but I never guessed you would actually come here- she laughed. -What are you trying to do?-

-The only whore here is you, you vile snake, if you don’t want theses lands then go back to yours-

-But I can’t do that, and I think you know it- Li-Ahn had perfectly straight hair and bright green eyes, she was stunning, but that beauty was nothing compared with how rotten she was. -Not only will I have to dispose of Namjoon but of you too-

-You will never touch him-

She laughed again and then she looked at you in realization. -Don’t tell me you… you are doing this for love?- she spelled that word as if it was mockery and the anger increased. -You are so naive, the world isn’t ruled by love stupid girl, it’s ruled by power and lands and yes, murder, death-

The ruckus outside augmented and suddenly the doors bursted open and a dozen of guards from both hers and the castle’s went inside.

-Put the princess to safety!-

They thought the princess was the one in danger and as they isolated her shielding her they searched for threats but they only saw you and were confused as some of them knew you, the daughter of their general. That’s when you realized they had mistaken your scream for Li-Ahns. You smiled to your insides, at last being somewhat scaredy had paid off.

You put yourself behind one of the guards you could trust and set the alarm, this would end tonight.

-The prince is in danger, the princess is plotting his murder, we can’t let her scape-

The guard looked confused but then a knife of one of the handmaiden’s pierced his throat. You screamed as he choked in blood and the other guards from the castle closed around you.

-You are not leaving this room alive, whore- that was Li-Ahn’s voice, perhaps she realized the only way she had out of this was killing everyone present, and you were sure she would do it.

You had five guards as she had seven and her three handmaidens who were apparently murderes as well. Your men were good, but hers seemed to be so as well.

-Kill the men and seize her- Li-Ahn ordered. -She will provide with information before she’s killed-

You trembled and stepped back thinking that at least you had done your best, that as stupid as you might had been sometimes you had only wished the best and that if you didn’t survive this you hoped at least Namjoon would at the end.

-What is happening here?- your father’s voice never seemed to be more relieving and then you turned your head, another dozen of guards came, rushing to your aide with the general, and prince Namjoon with sword in hand.

-Y/N- he breathed, striding through the wall of guards towards you. -What is this?-

-This girl is a traitor Namjoon- Li-Ahn was the one answering. -She was found here in my chambers, spying on me, she was trying to kill me- you gasped with outrage and Namjoon stared at you for a moment before staring at her. -That is treason, that is punishable my death and I demand it, right at this moment-

Your father stepped forward but it was Namjoon shielding you entirely from her and the swords of the other guards, now they were outnumbered but Namjoon still acted cautiously.

-I give you the chance to retract of your words princess, I give the chance to retract and to take your belongings and go outside my lands this very night-

-These are my lands now-

Namjoon propped his chin up. -No they are not, the wedding hasn’t been effectuated and it will not be, not tomorrow not ever-

-This will mean war, are you ready for that? We will crush you and your good for nothing kingdom-

Namjoon huffed. -We will see about that, we will see how your father reacts when he finds out his allies are now mine, that you had put yourself in this situation, if you were so mighty then why aren’t you marrying another? You are marrying to give me trade, because you have nothing else than a port, that I don’t need anymore, because as soon as I had the proof that you and your people are as treacherous as snakes I’ll send it to each one of your allies, a list that you provided for me-

Namjoon smirked. -I give you the chance to retract Li-Ahn and go outside my lands tonight, because if you threat one of mine, if you kill another he said looking down at the body of guard, I will see you through trials, and I will se you punished by death-

Li-Ahn grunted but one of her handmaidens, the older one held her wrist and shook her head. -This is not over- she said but turned to gather her things.

Neither of you slept while she was still inside the castle, and even after she left you were having it hard to sleep, your father had set more guards at your doors than usual, and you had even a couple in your balcony.

Inside, laying in bed you were trying to sleep to no avail and when you heard the knocks on the doors and the sound of the guards moving your heart went on a race, you could only think of Li-Ahn, her handmaidens and that guard bleeding until death on the floor.

The doors opened and the guards in the balcony came in with swords in hand, but as they saw who it was they lowered them and you relaxed. It was Namjoon.

You pulled the covers to your chest and Namjoon bowed a little and told the guards to wait outside. you were a bit nervous with everything, you didn’t know what was happening but now your heart was beating fast for new reasons.

-I’m sorry to intrude like this, I…- he turned around so he was giving you his back. -You are in your bed clothes I… I didn’t think, I will come back tomorrow, I’m sorry-

You were astounded but even still you didn’t want him to leave. -Wait, Namjoon, wait-

You grabbed a night robe and wrapped yourself with it. -You can turn now-

He did and sighed. -I’m sorry I… I just couldn’t sleep, after today, after what happened I… I wanted to apologize-

You widened your eyes. -Why?-

-I should had acted quicker, you were in danger, trying to help me you put yourself in danger I can’t forgive myself, I couldn’t, if you were harmed in the process I...-

-I wasn’t- you assured. -And I did what I did because I don’t want to see you harmed, not because of a vile marriage of because of anything I… I went to an extreme and I was stupid, but I think I did it all for a good reason-

He came closer shaking his head. -It wasn’t stupid, you were extremely brave Y/N, you did all that because there are so many good things in your heart, you are selfless and brave-

You sighed. -Not entirely selfless, I must confess there was a part of me that didn’t want you to marry Li-Ahn beyond the welfare of this kingdom- Namjoon leaned his head and you sighed, thinking if this was the right time, if you should say it or just keep quiet for the rest of your life, but if this wasn’t the right time the when would it be?-

-I did it because I love you, because I have loved you for a long time and I didn’t want to see you hurt and being hopeless, I did it for my own happiness as well, so I am not selfless-

Namjoon stared at you for a moment before he kneeled in front of you in one knee. Your breath was caught in your throat as he took one of your hands and kissed it. -Y/N, my lady, I can only bow to those words, and I can only ask for forgiveness to had not say them first- he kissed your skin again. -I love you, all along I’ve loved you-

You breathed in and tried not to cry, you nodded and he stood up diminishing the distance until his lips posed on top of yours, and finally there was hope, and finally there was even something more, love.

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school story plz

WELL ALRIGHT THEN BUCKLE UP KIDDOS BECAUSE WE’RE GOING BACK TO SKIPPY’S SCHOOL DAYS. Now I’m not gonna drop any names but holy shit my early elementary school years were a trash fire.

I have Aspburgers (I’m high-functioning though so it’s hard to tell), my brother has ADHD, my Mom has Dyslexia, and my Dad also has Aspburgers same as me. Both my parents went through hell when they were children, the school systems were brutal back then. They didn’t want to same for their children, so they got my brother and I 504′s and put us into Catholic Schools because we are Catholic and they wanted us to have that kind of education. The first school we chose, however, would be a den of nightmares. I’ll just use the initials: SH when referring to the school. The following is my account of what I went through in that school.

1st Grade: A good start! The teacher started out kinda mean but then shaped up. Treated me nicer when she realized I needed extra help and gave me that extra help. More or less went smoothly.

2nd Grade: Shit starts to get fucky. This teacher: Mrs. B(itch) was very stuck up. She was one of the members of Principle S(kanky Panky)’s little friend group. She greatly disliked me and my friend, Katie, not only because we both had learning disabilities, but also because we were both artists. The class was required to cover our textbooks to protect them from damage, but instead of using the stretchy cloth textbook covers like everybody else; Katie and I would use blank brown wrapping paper so we could draw on the covers, add stickers, etc. It was fun for us to personalize our textbooks, but Mrs. B HATED that we liked to draw because she thought it was a waste of our time and hers. It wasn’t easy, but I managed to troop through.

3rd Grade: Nice teacher. She liked me, and I had no problem with her. Though she would yell at the class often because a lot of the kids in the class were very misbehaved. This year went by without incident.

4th Grade: Another good year! (Unfortunately, my last at this school.) This teacher was my favorite and she was more than willing to give me a hand. The worst of my problems that year was the other kids in my class who liked to pick on me, but I was able to get through.

5th Grade: The beginning of The End. The gateway to True Hell. Which is ironic considering my teacher this year was a nun. Sister H(ell) was very old and therefore very old fashioned. She liked to play favorites, and usually preferred the boys over the girls for some reason, despite the fact that a good 75% of the boys in my class were assholes (don’t get me wrong though, a percentage of the girls in my class were bitches too). She gave me a hard time for my lacking math skills. Funny thing is, she had no idea how to teach the mathematical course material and told the parents on parent-teacher night that she was basically just winging it. She didn’t like me, or anything I did. It became a habit of mine to hum the Darth Vader Theme quietly to myself whenever I saw her walking by.

It was at this point my mother started complaining to Principle S that my education was starting to get hindered. At the same time, my brother was in 2nd grade and had gotten saddled with a different 2nd-grade teacher than me. This woman was ALSO in the principle’s friend group and was an even bigger problem then Mrs. B. She was just out and out mean to my brother and it was starting to become a problem. My mom filed these complaints and brought up our legal documentation. Principle S acknowledged that they were doing everything the documents told them what they had to do, but that she would have a personal word with our teachers to try to solve the problem.

A month passed. Nothing Changed.

Shit was still fucky, the Principle kept smiling and lying to her face, and my Mom decided that it was time to infiltrate. It was one of those kinds of situations where when peoples’ backs were turned, the staff was horrible. But when parents came over or people visiting from the school board: they were all suddenly super nice and acting on their best behavior. My Mom got a job at the school as the kindergarten teacher’s assistant in order to keep an eye on my brother and I and make sure we were being treated properly. The Principle and her friend group knew this was what she was doing and tried to keep her out of the loop as much as possible. Though her presence was very comforting to me, knowing she was so close by in this den of wolves.

(Side Story: Principle S is FUCKING Nuts.

While my Mom was working at the school she got into a friendly conversation with the Principle one day during lunch in the teacher’s lounge. She proceeded to tell my Mom a story of how she and her husband went to go visit her mother. Upon arriving at the elderly woman’s house, they found her on the floor and not moving. Now, any rational person would immediately call 911, right? Principle S didn’t. No, instead, her and her husband starting going around the presumably dead woman’s house and putting sticky notes with their names on all the fancy stuff they wanted. Turns out she wasn’t dead, just passed out. Upon realizing this, then they called 911. She laughed at it like it was a funny little story but my Mom just looked at her like she was crazy. And she was. There were many other stories like this, but that is the only one I know about.)

Nevertheless, the kindergarten classrooms were very out of the way from the rest of the school, so even though my Mom was present, they still pulled a lot of BS. When my 5th-grade year was finally over I was relieved, but boy oh boy was I jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire when I started--

6th Fucking Grade: What would be my last year at SH school. This year was my personal hell. THIS YEAR was when shit hit the fan. Ms. F(ucking Desperate For A Boyfriend) was the final member of the Principle’s friend group and was by far the worst in my opinion. Dear gosh this woman... Who let this woman near children... Where to begin, where to begin...

I guess I should start by saying she hated me. Just plain and simple. She hated me and anybody I associated with. She thought I was a Bad Kid. She thought I was a demon in disguise or some shit. That I was lying when I told my Mom about my hard time in school. How dare I get my Mom to “harras” her good friend Principle S with my disability papers. I’m just a lazy kid who doesn’t want to do any work so I’m giving myself an advantage over the other students who don’t have extra time on tests, or special seating, or get copies of notes from students who are doing good in school. How dare I get extra help that “I don’t need”. It was “unfair”.

So she proceeded to make every day of my 6th-grade life an uphill battle. And let me tell you it was a battle an emotionally and mentally draining one.

Here is a list of incidents I remember:

One day when I was absent, she made my two best friends sit out in the hallway and told them they couldn’t come back inside until they wrote a list of all the bad things I had done. They couldn’t do this, of course, because I had done nothing wrong, and were forced to stay out there until lunch time.

Complained every time I came to get my photocopied notes from her (only teachers had access to the copy machines). Would tell me every day that I didn’t deserve notes taken by a better student.

Never helped me whenever I would get bullied by other students.

Whenever I gave a wrong answer in class, would make it out as if it was the dumbest thing she had ever heard.

Kicked me out of my group who I was teamed up with on an important History Project. Said I was kicked out because I wasn’t “doing the work” and therefore my punishment was to do the whole thing by myself. I was absent for two days because I was sick with a fever, and I had told one of my teammates over the phone that I had my part of the work ready and I’d give it to them when I came back. Nope, doesn’t matter, what Ms. F says goes. I got saddled with four people’s weight in project work, along with my regular homework. My Parents helped me out a great deal because it was complete bullshit.

Went off on me when she found out I had started a trend among my classmates. Of drawing pictures of bad/dumb/silly things happening to her on sticky notes and trading them like trading cards. We all hated her.

Things really got set in motion during a private before-school meeting between Ms. F and my parents. Ms. F, my Dad, and my Mom, all sat down in our classroom and started to discuss what the fuck was going on. I was constantly asking my parents to keep me home from school, my grades were slipping, I was constantly stressed, and was showing the bad habit of plucking out my eyelashes. They wanted to know what was going on and they wanted it to be fixed. Ms. F proceeded to tell them the following:

A) I wasn’t disabled, I was only faking it because I am a lazy horrible brat who doesn’t want to do work and only wants extra help to give me an advantage.

B) If I really am disabled then I should be sent to a mental hospital/children’s special needs school for the severely disabled. I don’t belong in their school, I had no place in her classroom. I had to go where all the other “crazy children” were sent.

C) I am a manipulator and a liar playing everyone for fools, but NOT HER. No sir she doesn’t fall for my tricks.

Now.

My Dad is a slow to anger man. He is usually pretty laid back, and fun loving, and cool. But when he gets mad, watch out. Meanwhile, my Mom kind of is the opposite. She is a very passionate woman who likes to yell a lot whenever she feels there is some sort of injustice. Small but Loud. Like Anger from Inside Out. I’ve seen her mad, but when she’s Angry her rage burns brighter than the light of 1000 suns. The only thing keeping the two of them from beating the ever-loving crap out of Ms. F right then and there was the knowledge that they’d probably get pressed on Assault charges.

No, instead, they advanced on her. Forced her to back up against the wall. My dad, tall and looming behind my mom fixing this woman with a death glare. My mom pointing a finger at her face and said “I swear to God in heaven above if I ever catch you off school property... I don’t care if we’re in the grocery store, I don’t care if we’re in church, I don’t care if it’s years and years from now and I’m an old woman. I will punch you dead in the face for talking about my daughter that way and putting her through this. That is a promise, you Bitch. So you better be looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life and praying and you don’t see me there.”

It was at this time school was starting, so my class came in to see my parents staring down our teacher. I was oblivious to the tense air in the room and just waved at them saying “Hi Mom and Dad!! :D”

Meeting over.

My Mom is the kind of person who keeps her promises. She once knocked out a guy with a single punch. And another time my Mom broke some chick’s jaw when she tried to mug my Aunt. She knows how to throw a good punch.

But unfortunately, Ms. F was undeterred by my parents legal and physical threats. And only made things harder.

The final straw happened when we were 3/4ths through the year. The home stretch. I wanted to try my hand at writing poetry. We had some free time, so I got out a sheet of paper and got to work. Not too long after, the group of boys who liked to pick on me came over and tried to read it. I knew it would only give them cannon fodder to use against me so I tried to keep it away from them. They were persistent so I decided to try to use my pen to fend them off. One of the nice boys, Anthony, came over to try to break up the commotion. I accidentally wound up getting pen ink on his uniform shirt. I apologized, knowing he had only been trying to help and he told me not to sweat it and that his mom would just wash the shirt. The situation is over, right? Wrong.

Not ten minutes later, Ms. F slams her hands on her desk and screams my name. I snap to attention because “Oh no what’s happening?” She starts yelling at me because I got ink on Anthony’s shirt. How dare I do something so atrocious. Now Anthony’s poor mother has to slave away at the washing machine tonight to try to clean the ink off of his expensive uniform shirt. It doesn’t matter that I already apologized, it doesn’t matter that Anthony forgave me, I should feel bad about doing this horrible thing. She basically proceeded to humiliate me in front of the entire class and I was mortified.

I went, hid in the girl’s bathroom, and cried like Hermione Granger did in Sorcerer's Stone. After I calmed down, I refused to head back to class, too afraid getting yelled at again. Usually, if a student spends too long in the bathroom, another student is sent to go check on them to make sure they’re okay and bring them back to class. I decided to wait for someone to come for me. So I sat, and I waited. And waited. And waited. Nobody came to get me. My Mom wasn’t notified of the incident either, so she was waiting for me outside. It wasn’t until hours later when one of my friends came up to her after clubs were over and told her what happened that she found out. That I’ve been in the bathroom all day, and Ms. F didn’t want anybody to go get me. My Mom rushed into the school, ran into the bathroom, and embraced me. She was so worried because I was a child, left alone, unsupervised. This is how kids get kidnapped and go missing. This is how kids’ faces get plastered on missing posters and billboards. I was left alone in that bathroom with nothing but my own self-loathing all day, anything could have happened to me. We marched out of the bathroom, down to the Principle’s office, and my Mom called Principle S a sick pig bitch, threatening to sue her for every penny she had.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. My Mom was outraged by the school and its horrible treatment of myself, my brother, and any other disabled child that happened to come up to their doorstep. She was sick and disgusted and DONE. I remember vividly when we got back in the car, the first thing she did was call my Aunt on her cell phone and said: “I want a lawyer.” Unfortunately, we never did take them to court on this, I can’t remember the reason why. We’ve always been pretty financially tight, so I think it’s the fact that we just couldn’t afford a lawyer to do an all out lawsuit.

My Mom pulled me and my brother out of that school and sent us to a different Catholic School. This one was so much better, so much nicer, all the teachers loved us, the principal he was so great and nice, we made friends with tons of different kids. It was the exact opposite of what we went through in that hell hole.

And you know what? I’m not mad. I’m not bitter. And I still feel like I’ve won even though we didn’t get any sort of “revenge” on these people. Me living my life, being happy, and being with my loved ones is revenge enough. In the end, they don’t matter to me. But at the same time, they did wind up teaching me something. They showed me the kind of person I didn’t want to be. They were bitter, revenge seeking, condescending, lazy, and prideful. They got enjoyment out of making me and anybody they deemed “unfit” miserable. I don’t want to be like them. I could have used their real names, I could put their addresses and phone numbers out there for everybody to see, with a call to action to “teach them a lesson” in order to form a justice-seeking mob mentality amongst anybody who reads this story. But I’m not. Because I don’t want to be seen as a victim. What I experienced was horrible, yes, but I don’t feel the need to cry out for justice. Because I’m satisfied with living my life and winning against them by leaving them behind, by not letting what they did to me haunt me every day of my life. And you know what? I’m fine.

I got two little sisters who I love very much.

I met some of my very best friends still to this day in high school.

I got my Associate's degree with honors.

I’m currently studying for my Bachelor's and eventually will get a job doing something I love.

I play games with my friends.

I do what I love every day.

I spend every day with my family who loves and supports me and encourages me.

I have so many blessings, I’m not going to let those years ruin my life when my life so good.

I guess the thing to take away from my story is, don’t dwell on things. You don’t have to nessicarily forgive them for what they did, but which sounds better to you: Dwelling on memories that make you feel like shit for the rest of your life or surrounding yourself with the people you love and making new better happier memories? I rolled with the punches that were thrown at me and came out stronger for it.

So while they sit there, stewing in their own bitterness, in a teaching job they hate but only took because they want the summers off. I’m off in the world, experiencing new things, and Living.

I am very happy. ^u^

Thanks for reading.

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