#stats tuition

[dogwise]

i just got a super generous scholarship offer for this grad school and im so excited and overwhelmed and anxious!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[honeybeedrabble]

Kinktober Day 13: Size - Tutor!Miguel x AFAB!Reader 🎃

can you tell i hate my math class this sem ?? :D

CW: unspecified age gap (reader is in college miguel is in grad school), trauma inducing stats vocabulary, piv (unprotected don’t be stupid), creampie (don’t be stupid), mean miguel, harsh grabbing, fingering (kinda), finger sucking, general size difference.

18+ MDNI

It was getting late, you and your roommates Machi and Gale having dinner with you. You huffed, slumping in the chair you sat on.

“This is such bullshit, I’ve been stuck on this problem for like half an hour already. Nothing’s clicking.” You pushed your dinner aside and looked at Gale for reassurance. She tilted her head at you with a raised brow.

“Girl, you know damn well I’m not getting it either. Just call it quits for tonight, it's not due for another two days.” She said, sipping a chilled can of coke. 

“Oh, come on. Neither of us are understanding this shit. I mean, this symbol looks like a backwards three! I miss when math used to just have numbers,” you complained, squinting at the statistics homework in front of you.

“That looks ridiculous,” Machi laughed. “Never have I been more glad to be an arts major.” She said, getting up to put her dish away. 

“If it bothers you that much, why don’t you just visit the tutoring lab? I think they’re still open.” Gale said, grabbing your dish and following Machi to the sink. 

“Really?” You asked, checking your watch. 8 pm. 

“Hey, we pay thousands of dollars in tuition, okay? If they can’t stay open or help when students need it what's the point in taking all that money from us?” Gale shrugged. You sighed, standing up from your chair. 

“Well, I guess I better get moving if I want to make it to the tutoring center before 10. Let me know if you guys need anything while I’m out.” You grabbed your keys and left the apartment after grabbing your bag and slipping your shoes back on. 

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You arrived at the building, glass doors sliding open as you walked through them, the cold air conditioning giving you goosebumps. You walked over to the sign in sheet, looking through available tutors for the next hour or so. 

“Crap…” You sighed, looking through the sheets. It seemed like you needed an appointment before hand, at least electronically. 

There was the sound of laughter down the hall, you turned your head towards the sound. There was a much larger man along with a guy who seemed about your age. You recognized the shorter individual from your statistics class. 

“Well, I’m glad we could get your problem figured out.” The tall man said, a big hand patting the younger guy's back heavily. 

“Yeah, it only took us all night.” More laughter. 

“Hey, if its due in two days all night is nothing.” The tall, tanned man said. He was massive, you could practically see his muscles bulging underneath his white buttoned shirt. His chocolate hair slicked back, a few strands messily framing his face. You were in a trance when his almost red eyes met yours. You felt your face flush. 

“U-Uh, Hey! You’re in my statistics class arent you?” You asked the shorter guy, desperately avoiding the older mans gaze. The shorter guy said your name questioningly, you nodded. 

“Yeah, thats me.” You said, clutching your bag tighter. “So… you got help with the homework?” You asked, motioning to the taller man.

“Oh yeah, this is Miguel.” He said, patting Miguels back. 

“Hi, nice to meet you.” You said, grabbing his large hand and shaking it. You felt your palms become sweatier, his hand practically enveloping yours. “I didn’t see your name under the statistics sign up sheet.” You said, voice almost trembling. 

“Well as a grad student my major is scientific research so that's why I’m not under statistics.” He said, a slight smirk across his face, his grip on your hand becoming tighter. 

“O-oh,” you said softly. 

“But I use statistics in almost everything I do, so I can help out with any problems you’ve got if you need it.” 

“Miguel’s not a bad tutor, it only took us so long to finish cause I haven’t shown up to class in weeks.” Your classmate laughed. “I’ve got to get out of here but thanks for your help, man.” He waved before walking out the sliding doors into the dark night. 

You and Miguel turned to each other, you suddenly felt very nervous. 

“So… Would you… tutor me?” You asked, rubbing your arms for warmth. 

“Well, it's not quite 10 yet and I don’t have any other sign-ups, so why not?” He shrugged, walking down the hall with you following after him. 

You two walked down the hall, reaching a small study room at the end of it. 

“This is the room I reserved for the night, so don’t worry about anyone coming in here super late and trying to steal it from us.” He said, opening it up for you to walk through. 

You walked into the room, a table with a few chairs in the center with a whiteboard behind it. It seemed fine to you as you walked in, sitting down on a chair, slightly taken aback when it rolled underneath your weight. You looked down and noticed wheels at the feet of the chair. You looked up again when you heard the door shut, Miguel locking it behind him. 

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“And that's why your z score is going to be 20.99. Does that make sense?” He asked. You were fucked. 

The whole time you were supposed to be paying attention you were completely distracted by his being. He sat next to you, his large frame practically caging you in between him and the desk. He was everywhere, and if you weren’t staring directly at the paper, you were scared you were going to faint. You nodded, eyes looking down at the problem, refusing to tear away from the mathematical mess you made. 

“Yeah…”

“Then tell me how you got it.” He said, deep voice rumbling in his big chest. 

“Well, first you uh…” You circled a random number in the world problem then looked up at him with helpless eyes. He raised a brow. 

“You start with the standard deviation?” He asked, clearly unamused. 

“Well… You definitely use it somewhere…” You said half joking. Miguel was still unamused. He sighed deeply, throwing his head into his hand. 

“I’ll explain it one more time, okay?” He said, grabbing the pencil from your hand. His hand brushed against yours and held your pencil as if it were a toothpick to him. “So, we’ve identified the mew, right?” He asked, underlining the foreign symbol. 

“Yeah…” You said, asking yourself what the fuck is a mew? 

You were determined to stay focused but that man made it difficult. You turned to look at him while his eyes were fixed onto the paper, scribbling out equations and typing into your calculator- which he also made look puny in his grasp. You watched him as he spoke, the way his soft lips moved as he talked, revealing sharp canines every now and then between words. You felt your face flush, entranced by his presence. You eyed his large shoulders, following them down to his massive arms. You looked back up at his face, admiring his features while he was so deep in thought. He looked down at you.

“So now we just divide and… hey?” he said almost harshly. “Are you paying attention?” He asked in a snarky tone. You felt your face drop. 

“I… um…”

“Distracted again?” He tossed the pencil onto the surface of the table, muscular arms crossing as he almost glared at you. 

“I’m sorry.” You felt exhausted, covering your face with your hands in defeat. You felt like crying. 

“Maybe if you weren’t so focused on undressing me with your eyes and more focused on these problems, you’d understand this shit by now.” He grunted. You stilled, face buried deep into your palms before you peered at him through between your fingertips. 

“W…What?” You asked, looking at his almost red eyes. 

“I said what I said.” Miguel's voice was low, he grabbed your seat and pulled it towards him, the wheels moving you with ease. You felt your core tighten, as your face continued to burn hot, regardless of the air conditioning. 

Miguel's eyes practically violated you, staring deep past your own and into your soul before looking you up and down, clearly enjoying how you cowered. 

“That pretty little head not used to thinking this hard?” he asked low in your ear. You shuddered, hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention. “Pathetic.”

He grabbed your waist with his large hands, daring to crush you between his palms. He slowly stood up from his chair, face inches away from yours. You took that as invitation enough and crashed your lips into his, those soft lips felt even better than you imagined, a whimper escaping your lips as his grip increased. He pulled you off of the chair and slammed you onto the table, papers flying and pens scattering around you. You let out a grunt as the air escaped your lungs from the impact. 

“I’m taking time out of my night to try and teach you this shit and you can't even meet me halfway and try to learn it?” He huffs yanking down your frumpy sweats to your ankles. You kicked them off, laying on the table in your tight shirt and panties. 

“I-I’m sorry, you're just so-” he cut you off with two thick fingers plunging into your mouth, you gagged when they hit the back of your throat. He smirked, watching you drag your tongue around the knuckles of his fingers. 

“That ought to shut you up.” He ran a finger from his other hand to your clothed cunt, you moaned around his thick digits when he caressed your clit. Your hips moved on their own accord, grinding against his large hand. “Would you look at that? I didn’t know they accepted whores into this school.” Miguel hummed, voice smooth like honey and deep like an ocean. 

His single finger moved to where your pussy and thigh met, yanking aside your black cotton panties to reveal your wet cunt, which clenched around nothing at the sudden cold air. 

“Jesus… I bet you were thinking about this all night, huh?” Miguel teased, the calloused tip of his finger just barely grazing along your seeping hole, spreading the warm slick higher and higher up your folds until he could smear it along your sensitive bud, eliciting another moan from behind his drooly fingers. 

“Needy, aren’t we?” Miguel withdrew his fingers from your mouth while his other hand unzipped his dress pants, the metal of his belt buckle clanking together as he pulled it out of its loops. The belt hit the floor with a small thud and with his drool-soaked fingers he freed his massive cock and ran the slippery fingers up and down his shaft. 

Miguel tore your underwear off of you, as if it was like taking a sticker off a piece of fruit. You felt yourself drip down your thighs, unsure whether or not it was okay to touch yourself while watching this Greek god of a man pleasure himself with your spit, watching your tense cunt beg him to stuff it. 

“Like what you see?” He asked, slipping his finger into his mouth and moaning long and deep when he tasted your sweet slick on his tongue. You nodded vigorously, grabbing one of your tits to entice him even further. “Why don’t you take that off while we’re ahead?” 

You quickly tossed off your shirt and bra, completely naked on the desk. Miguel softly laughed, watching how nicely you obeyed him. 

“You're too easy, y’know that?” With a few more pumps to his shaft, he harshly grabbed one of your thighs and spread your legs even further, admiring your wet pussy. 

The moan you two let out when he put his cock inside of you could've been heard by the whole building if it hadn't been well past 10 pm and everyone had gone for the day. His girthy member dared to split you in half, the sheer size of him was far too much to handle, especially all at one. We watched with pleasure as your breathy moans turned into agonized whimpers the further he drove into you. When he had finally gone balls deep inside of you, there was an obvious cock bulge deep inside of you as he stretched out your pussy wonderfully. 

“M-Miguel…” You sighed, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple. 

“Oh, so this can keep your attention but me slaving away on your homework can’t?” He smugly asked, pulling out before slamming into you with a grunt. You wailed, scratching the hard surface of the desk underneath you, crumpling stray pieces of scratch paper into your palm while arching your back. 

Miguel started at a rough pace, making room out of your tight pussy for his intimidating cock, juices slicking the shaft of his member, and sounds of your wet pussy gushing paired with the creaking of the table filled the room, moans, and mewls adding to euphonious music of your fucking. 

“So fucking tight… so fucking tiny… I bet I could fold you like a pretzel,” He said amusingly, grabbing the backs of your thighs and pushing the fronts of them against your chest. You cried out loud, new depth being explored by his commanding dick while he used you for his pleasure. 

With his massive hands, he spread his fingers out, his thumbs on the backs of your thighs and his four fingers on the small of your back, grabbing onto you so he could bring you up and down on his deep thrusts. 

You were seeing stars at this point, scared your arousal would drip onto your homework papers and soil all the progress you’ve made. But it didn’t matter anymore when you threw your head back onto the table and shook in his hands, pussy clenching around his meaty cock and milking him for his own cum. 

“Ngh- What did I say? Easy…” He moaned, thrusting inside of you a few more times before he shot a huge load inside of your tiny pussy, cum leaking out between where your sexes met and rolling down your asscheeks. 

You lay there on the table, shaking like a leaf in the wind. Miguel watched entranced as your shared cum leaked out of you, finger fucking it back inside of you, wondering if it he could stuff it all back in. He quickly realized your overstimulated cunt couldn’t take it as tears welled in your eyes. 

“Sorry,” He said, removing his fingers. “Now uh… where were we?” He picked up the page of work, then his face dropped, looking at the splotch of cum that had spilled out on accident. 

“On second thoughts… you might want to turn this in online.”

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To Infinity...: Inspired by Alien and The Thing, "To Infinity..." is a tabletop social deduction game where up to 4 players and 1 GM need to escape on a spaceship from an alien monster who killed the rest of the crew. What none of the survivors know is that this isn't just a monster, the alien could be any one of them...

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Dawn of the Orcs: Dawn of the Orcs is a GMless dark fantasy worldbuilding and roleplaying game. Play the magical technocrats who create the first orcs as living weapons and tell the story of how the Orcs become their own people. It can be played seriously as a fantasy transhumanist Dr. Strangelove, or as a wacky game of Saruman by committee.

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Paratype: Paratype takes place in the aftermath of an apocalypse where giant bugs have reclaimed the earth. For humans survival is a challenge-one helped by the invention of a device that grants strange new buggy abilities. Paratype is a game about survival, humanity and so, so many bugs.

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RiskTaker: RiskTaker is a GM-less system built around players making big moves with big risks. Each sessions revolves around "The Scene," a climactic event like an episode's final battle in a superhero TV show, or the aftermath of a heist gone wrong. Players take turns either doing exposition scenes to give context to The Scene and built character relationships, or Influencing The Scene, which means they take a decisive action and decide how effective that action will be. But watch out - the more impactful your action, the more things can go wrong, and the more likely it is that they will. But what's a good story without a few Risks?

'til it kills us: in ‘til it kills us, you play as a group of young, reckless queer activists fighting to make a difference in the world. you’re angry, and you’re scared, and rightfully so. not to mention, you’re all a little bit fucked up. whether you’re dealing with issues at home, struggling with mental illness, or just learning to stand on your own two feet, life isn’t easy. but you’re also in love with the world, and with each other, so you keep fighting anyway. it’s the only thing you can do. the only problem is your magic. sure, it protects you. sure, it helps you fight. but you can feel it – feeding on the most unpleasant parts of you. and the longer you have this magic, the more you fear by those feelings. you worry it might be powering but you keep fighting. what else is there? remember what you always said: we’re going to keep on fighting ‘til it kills us.

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[tatzelbookwurm]

Stats Game

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on Tumblr or FFNET!).

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Borrowed from @bloggerspam because they said "if you see this, you're tagged" and I wanted to participate 💚💚💚

I've only got five works on my Ao3 account, so lucky me I get to feature all of them haha! (Except for the anonymous one which I am not linking).

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Most Hits: 15,283

A Round Door Like a Portal, Lazarus Green — in which Tim and Constantine want to know why there is a portal to the afterlife in the basement of the business Wayne Enterprises just purchased. Danny wants to not have to look at Constantine's necrotic soul. They all get to enjoy Little Baby Man shenanigans while they try to ignore the many things stressing them all out.

My first fic! Had a lot of fun with it, have no solid plans to continue at this point because other WIPs have grabbed me by the throat and also working for money is necessary to survive in this society.

Second Most Kudos: 1,045

Spectral Aspects — In which Danny, Eldritch God King, duplicates himself and goes on vacation in another universe where he meets some other heroes and tries to see how many members of the Justice League he can get to adopt a version of himself. (Please imagine an eldritch horror doing the Oprah Winfrey "You get a car! and you get a car!" Except it's "You get a Danno! and you get a Danno!"

We have not actually gotten to the "you get a Danno!" part quite yet, but there is some Danny getting mistaken for a Kryptonian and befriending Jarro. Updating slowly.

Third Most Comments: 56

Midnight Snack — In which Dick decides fake dating an escort is the answer to several personal and familial problems, and promptly discovers a new problem in the form of the undead twink he hires. Dick, in possession of a magical obol coin that lets him hear the dead, overhears Danny talking to himself in ghost speak. The things he's saying have the Bats highly c o n c e r n e d.

Or: Danny moonlights as an escort to pay his college tuition. He just woke up to a client discussing plans to dispose of his seemingly dead body. Now he's pretty sure the Waynes are a crime family to rival Falcone and Maroni, but with a way better PR department.

This one is pure crack and I'm not sorry about it.

Fourth Most Bookmarks: 182

[Redacted] — Anonymous Dead (dove) On Main fic.

I'm not bold enough to connect it to myself haha. Don't wanna get doxxed and have a student find it. . . Currently the fic I have the easiest time writing, and I wanna talk about it way more, but unfortunately that's just not gonna happen.

Fifth Most Words/Least Amount of Words: 130

Little Baby Man Doodles — literally just a collection of drawings I've done of LBM. Not actually a fic.

If you see this and feel inclined, consider yourself tagged!!!!

[nebrasska-alasska]

this may sound really weird. because it’s not related to anything from your fics, per say, but more real life related. HOW do you get into a good dental school. or just like. how do you get on their radar. next chapter in my life is coming up and i want answers from something that isn’t google ai or a random article 💔

genuinely any advice will be very much appreciated and taken into consideration- my entire family is business and law and i’m the only one so far looking into this feild

Oh man, there is so much to say! And I am the only dental/healthcare person in my family so I totally get it. Warning in advance to anyone else reading: this is not at all Sonadow-related (sowwy :3 ) and is very very long (sowwy pt. 2 :P )

But okay! I think the first order of business is determining what a "good" dental school is. Assuming you are in the States, there is no official ranking list for the 60ish dental schools there are. You might find the average GPA of the matriculating classes and rank them that way, but that isn't accurate because it is skewed towards the state schools. If you have a super high GPA and have multiple options to choose from, people tend to attend the cheapest school they get into, which is almost always the one offering in-state tuition. Not necessarily saying that private is better, but ignore the average class GPAs when you compare schools because it truly doesn't mean anything.

No, the best way to determine what a "good" program is (and tbh, all programs are good if you get your degree), is to find out what they will offer you in terms of clinical experience. And the best way to do this is to look and see if the dental school offers specialty residencies. This is super important because if you go to a school that has any of the nine specialty programs (such as endodontics, oral surgery, orthodontics, prosthodontics, etc.), they will get priority on cases. All the hard stuff will go straight to them, and you will not get as much experience as a result. My school had no specialty programs, so us dental students got to do everything of every level of complexity since we didn't have to share with residents. So basically, look on the website to see if the schools you are applying to have post-grad residents or not. You will get more experience at schools without those tryhard yahoos.

Assuming you are in undergrad, there are four major things that dental schools look at on your application. Ranked in importance, it's GPA, DAT score, Extracurriculars/Volunteering, Shadowing Experience at dental offices. I could sit here and spit numbers at you about GPA, but honestly I don't know what's considered "competitive," because I was NOT competitive in this category. My GPA kinda sucked. 3.55 overall and 3.17 science. Booooo booooo stoopie booooooo. (I compensated for this by being super involved in extracurriculars and being the president of multiple clubs, one of them being for a service frat that allowed for me to get a bunch of volunteer hours.) In addition, I had a decently competitive DAT score which helped. A lot of schools have a minimum DAT score cutoff of 17 for any of the categories, but obviously aim higher (max is 28-30 depending on the scaling of each individual test). Imo being at or above 20 is very solid and will put you on any school's "radar," so to speak. I had an academic average score of 21, and here was my breakdown (just so you can see the stats of someone who got accepted):

Gen Bio: 19

Gen Chem: 17

Orgo Chem: 18

Math: 22

Perceptual Ability: 25

Reading Comprehension: 28

As you can see, I hated chemistry. Anyways. That's not the point.

BECAUSE THE MOST IMPORTANT THING (AND THIS IS IN ALL CAPS BECAUASE IT'S THAT BIG OF A DEAL) IS SUBMIT YOUR APPLICATION ON TIME. I don't remember the timeline, but I think it opens in May for you to start filling out, and then you can maybe submit it on the first of June or something like that, idk I would look it up. Basically, you can't fully submit it without your DAT, so make sure you take it early summer or during the spring semester before you intend to apply! I took my DAT in late august, realized that with my score I didn't have to take a gap year, and then ended up submitting my application end of September/early October.

DON'T DO THAT!!! DO NOT. DO. THAT!!!

Many of the schools I had applied to were already done with their interview cycle by that point!!! It's a miracle that I got two interviews!!! Everyone I told my application story to was shocked I got in!!! Submit your stuff on time to give yourself the rest of the summer to take care of the secondary application stuff they send you, so that you can start receiving interview invites in the fall. And trust me, they will roll in, as long as you submit it early!!!

Another random thing, but don't waste your time applying to state schools unless you're either from that state, or from a weird state with no dental school like North Dakota where you know they have some special consideration for you. I'm pretty sure most state schools prefer state residents who intend to stay in that state, so it'll be a waste of your time and money to apply to a state school where you don't live. I'm from California and our two state schools are stupid competitive, so I think I only applied to private schools. So just keep that in mind!

Lastly, unless you've already declared your major, embrace the things you enjoy. Make sure you get your prerequisite coursework done (and you can see what these courses are on the websites for the dental schools you're considering applying to, they're all slightly different), but also study stuff you actually like! I was a Biology and English double major, and I really think those two things helped me "stand out." It was certainly a unique combination!

This was a huge dump of info, but if you want more info you can DM me, such as what school I went to and what requirements we had to do. It was a lot, and my program is known for producing good clinicians (research on the other hand, we're pretty lacking in tho lol), but yeah I really can't recommend my school enough! I feel really prepared.

(Also sorry if telling you my stats was kinda weird. I just feel like I am a really good example of someone who got in for something other than just numbers, and that if even my goofy ass could get in, you can too! Use my mediocrity as inspo LMAO)

Okay dental dump complete, peace out HAHA

[vampyreelf]

Just A Nobody

A/N: might feel silly and write a Part 2 of this, lmk if I should.

Summary: Homelander wants you, and you find an unlikely ally in Soldier Boy, at least that's what you think.

Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: not a lot of smut, manipulation, degradation.

GIF by @coppoladelrey

You started working at Vought while you finished college, Ashley needed a new assistant and she wanted someone young to be able to relate to the younger demographic that you represented. To say that your job was a nightmare was the understatement of the year, everyone treated you like a doormat, especially people in the Seven, except Starlight but when she left you were in the lion’s den again.

You had a system of how to navigate the supes, if it was The Deep, never be in a room alone with him under no circumstances. If it was Noir, it didn't matter because he never talked to you or anyone else for that matter so he was harmless, A Train was a mess and Ashley was very strict with you, never do any favours for him so you stayed away, Queen Maeve was always unpleasant with you so you stayed away. The only person Ashley said that you needed to do anything they asked was Homelander, which resulted in him rentelesly flirting with you. 

The different ways that you were avoiding him were insanely creative, you knew that no one could stop Homelander if he decided to attack you so you had to rely only on yourself and your intelligence. You were constantly stressed, every time you went to work you were on the verge of a panic attack and you were so close to quitting when Vought took it upon themselves to pay for your college.

“Ashley? What is this?” You were so pissed, you had written up your resignation letter and everything.

“You’re welcome are the only words that should be coming out of your mouth right now, darling.” You despised her tone, it was filled with a superiority complex.

“I didn't ask for this.” You protested.

“It wasn’t me, alright? It was Homelander! You made quite an impression on him, if I were you I’d express some gratitude.” She left, tears were already running down your cheeks. Homelander basically owned you and he would come back to claim you.

After freaking out and hyperventilating for hours in Ashley’s office, you decided to take a sick day and go to your apartment. You needed a way out of this but you had no idea of how yet, you took the subway and went home after warning Ashley.

At home you were thinking about what to do, if you ran away Homelander would eventually find you. He found his son and the mother and was with Vought’s help, you wouldn’t even last a day. While you were freaking out and thinking about all of the worst possible scenarios Ashley was blowing up your phone.

WHERE ARE YOU?????

SOLDIER BOY WAS FOUND

NEED YOU HERE STAT

NOWWWWWWWWWW

You thought that Soldier Boy was dead since before your father was born, maybe Ashley was mistaken? Maybe Vought being in disarray about this person would clear you from being away from Homelander for a while. You got up from your sofa and you were ready to get back to work and deal with Ashley almost having a mental breakdown. When you opened the door you saw him there, your blood ran cold.

“Homelander.” You whispered and he smiled, his smile always unsettled you. “What you’re doing here?” You had no idea that he knew you where you lived, that made you so fucking scared.

“I wanted to explain myself, I paid for your college tuition and we barely spoke before.” He entered your apartment and looked everywhere, you felt so violated.

“It’s gonna have to wait, Ashley needs me.” You were about to touch him so he could leave your apartment but his facade fell.

“She can wait.” You felt the urge to cry but somehow you didn't.

“Not really, Soldier Boy is back.” That was the first time you saw Homelander scared, and for a second you were more afraid of Soldier Boy than Homelander. Who was he that even the strongest man on earth is afraid of? “So I really need to go. You understand that, right?” You had no idea what he was going to do, you sighed relieved when he got out of your apartment.

“It’s fine, I’ll take you back to the tower.” Homelander motioned for you to follow him and you looked confused.

“No worries, I’ll take the subway.” He invaded your personal space and got inches near your face.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman here, girl. I said, I’ll take you.” Homelander was definetly getting off on the fact that you were scared of him, the way you smelled when you were scared and he didn't hide the fact that he enjoyed it. You simply nodded and the two of you walked in silence outside.

Outside, Homelander scooped you up and flew with you that made you so scared but you didn't even had the mental capacity to scream. You were at Vought in less than two minutes, you were about to remove yourself from Homelander when he kept you in place.

“Meet me in my room at 10, hm?” He smiled wickedly at you and released you. It felt as if you couldn’t breathe and Ashley’s words were repeating in your head:

“If I were you I’d express some gratitude.” 

You knew what was implied but you didn't want to do this, why it had to be you? Why couldn’t Homelander just find you unnatractive? You were just a nobody, why couldn’t it continue that way?

Ashley was waiting for you, and apparently all of the testing proved that it was Soldier Boy. How he was able to look the same age or get captured are questions that need to be answered. The two of you entered the room Soldier Boy was being held, Ashley needed to talk to him about all of the optics, how he was going to be in the Seven, if he insisted on it. Vought was more than happy to keep him under wraps, you can’t really control a supe, no matter how hard you tried.

Soldier Boy had his head down, he didn't look at Ashley when she introduced herself and started rambling about PR and how to mitigate the situation and you could tell that he wasn’t interested in the slightest. That’s when he looked at you, and the look he gave you was not one you describe, no one ever looked at you that way before.

“Shut the fuck up.” His voice boomed around the room and Ashley stopped talking instantly. “I’ll talk to her and her only.” Soldier Boy pointed at you and the two of you were speechless. Ashley quickly left the room and the two of you were alone, you sat down in the chair that your boss was sat a couple of seconds ago.

“Why do you want to talk to me?” You whispered, you have no idea why you had the courage to speak first maybe because since Homelander wanted you in his room, you had nothing to lose.

“I want to know what you do you think I should do, doll?” He looked genuinely interested in your opinion, but the reason behind it was totally lost on you.

“But why?” The look on your face could only be described as utter confusion making Soldier Boy laugh.

“You seem the only person I’ve seen so far to have integrity.” That took you by surprise and you simply nodded. “So? What do you think I should do?” He asked again, this time it seemed that was impatient.

“Well, you’ve been tortured by Russians all this time. The thing that seemingly makes the most sense is getting revenge?” It sounded more like a question than a statement and Soldier Boy picked up on that.

“You’re not sure? Speak up, woman.” He banged his hand on the table and startled you, making you jump slightly. 

“If I was you, I would take the time to decompress and enjoy something before going on a suicide mission killing everyone that wronged you.” You said rather quickly and he grinned at you.

“You’re not wrong, doll. Tell Vought that I want a private island, and if you want a promotion you can come live with me and be my handler, I’ll need one since mine is fucking dead.” He laughed and you were about to refuse when Homelander’s demand for you to be in his room flashed in your mind.

“Alright, I accept.” If that meant being as far away from Homelander as possible, you’d accept whatever job in a heartbeat.

“Great to hear, sweetheart.” Soldier Boy smiled at you, there’s no denying that he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on. “Are we done here?” He spoke in the direction of the glass, you could tell that he was annoyed but he wasn’t as scary as Homelander, you felt at ease with Soldier Boy.

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You didn't leave Soldier Boy’s side, the deadline to meet Homelander was approaching and if you were with a supe that wanted you near there’s nothing that Homelander can do, right? So you took full advantage of your brand new position, Ashley was annoyed about the fact that she needs a new assistant. But she wasn’t about to go against Soldier Boy, so she kept quiet.

Homelander was not happy about your new predicament, he was supposed to have you all to himself. He was looking for you, but you were packing all of Soldier Boy’s clothes that Vought even after all this time, that was very handy. Packing was always something that brought you peace, so you were humming your favourite songs whilst doing this chore. You gasped when you realised that Homelander was right behind you, he was angry you could tell that much, you looked around and realised that Soldier Boy probably went to the bathroon so you were all alone with Homelander.

“Let me get this straight, you’re going to jump on Soldier Boy’s dick the moment I pay for your college tuition? Talk about being an ungrateful brat.” He walked slowly towards you, and you took a step back.

“It was a job opportunity, a really good one…I…” Homelander raised his finger to stop you from talking.

“No, no.” He got closer to you, this was it. He was going to kill you, he raised his hand and caressed your cheek. “You’re not his, you’re mine.” You started crying, that’s when you heard someone clearing their throat.

“Do we have a problem here?” It was Soldier Boy and you were relieved, Homelander was pissed and your saviour was as cool as cucumber.

“No, we do not.” It was the first time you saw fear in Homelander’s features, and he quickly got away from you and he left without saying another word. After he left you sat down in Soldier Boy’s bed and sighed relieved.

“What’s going on between the two of you? Do I have to kill a supe to keep my handler?” Soldier Boy snickered and you let out a small laugh.

“He…always wanted…me.” The awkwardness seeping through every pore of your body makes you cringe. “He also demanded me to be in his room now…so…he came to talk.” Soldier Boy had a strange look on his face, the only thing that you could place was jealousy? That wasn’t possible, he barely knew you? You just ignored it.

“He’s never gonna bother you again, don’t worry.” Soldier Boy placed his hand on your thigh and it felt…nice. You knew that Soldier Boy was attractive, but him being comforting? The icing on the cake.

“Thank you, Soldier Boy.” You gave him a genuine smile.

“Ben.” You looked at him confused. “My name is Ben.” He clarified and the two of you smiled.

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You and Ben, as he insisted to be called were now in this private island. You realised quite quick that besides some members of staff that took care of cooking and cleaning, the two of you were all by yourselves. But other than that, you had the most amazing bedroom ever, it was bigger than your apartment and you couldn’t be happier to be away from Homelander.

Ben was always flirting with you, he never stopped. He was also touching you constantly but it never made you uncomfortable, it felt natural to have that intimacy with him. Your days consisted of just making sure that Ben was comfortable and if Vought had any plans for him, which they never did. That made the supe on the edge, you could that he wanted something and you had no idea what.

Until you found out.

It was raining, so neither of you left the house. Ben still hasn’t come out of his bedroom which was odd, he was the first one to wake up at 5 AM. You needed to ask him about what he wanted to eat, so you approached his door before you could knock you heard his gruntings and moaning, he was masturbating in there.

“I know you can hear me, doll. I can smell your arousal from a mile away.” You got caught and there was no way out, so you opened the door and there he was was, his dick was huge, it felt that it should be on a porn actor not a super hero. “There she is, why don’t you come here and let me fuck your mouth, huh?” It felt that he had power over you, so that was exactly what you did.

When you took his cock in your mouth, Ben grabbed your head and started fucking your throat. You tapped his leg so he could slow down but he didn't, you were gagging around his cock, it was painful but he never slowed down. Tears were running down your face, and you could hear Ben’s grunts and moans.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum doll.” He warned and you felt the thick ropes of cum and that made you gag but you did your best to swallow it all, after you were done, you looked at him and he was trying to catch his breath.

“I knew that I made a good deal with Vought.” You looked at him confused. “They let me keep you to do whatever I want in return I don’t appear in public.” He kissed you but you didn't have the ability to kiss him back. “If I was you, I’d warm up to me real quick. There’s nowhere for you to go, and remember sweetheart, you’re just a nobody.” He laughed and went to clean himself, it was going to be a very different stay on this island now, Ben would make sure of it.

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show me, p☆rnstar

Cpt. John Price x Trans Masc P☆ Reader

part 2/?

word count: 1250

tags: nsfw/mdni, dom price/sub reader, self-degradation??? (the author degrades you in text, but honestly, calling out my own filth and kinks, chat), pet names for reader, just down bad for a man you don't even know, filthy thoughts

a/n: genitalia is referred to as cunt/pussy, clit, etc just in case that makes you uncomfy, by the way I never mentioned but reader is in fact over 21, you’re in your last year of college after all. just a short update for now, edging you for the fun of it :)

Your live went well, surprisingly, with quite a lot of donors this time around, but halfway through, you realized that a particular username never appeared once, and looking across the stats and donations on your screen stitched a pout on pretty lips. Of course, you didn’t make it even close to obvious while live, but when the camera cut off, an almost disappointed sigh left your lips. He didn’t show up. He always showed up; why wasn’t he here? He had never missed a stream before, not in the several months he had been subscribed to you. Maybe it’d be just a one-time thing? How pathetic of you- to be so obsessed with just a name. But it happened again and again, twice a week for over a month, and not once did he show up. Christ- did he just walk off the planes of the earth? 

This anonymous man is a paying customer, not some love interest in a romcom. A man falls in love with a stripper he thinks loves him back but this time the stripper fell in love with a man who was just there to get his dick wet. It frustrated you to cling onto this perverted idea of him, an idea you don’t even have the face to; your lonely late night pleasures just made it far from worse, as if the only hands you wanted on your naked form were his. What could he give you that no other man could? Hell of a lot of money, sure, but what would getting bent over your counters and bed be like with him. How fast could he make you come, or would he even let you? What if instead he abused your aching clit and plunged his fingers so deep into your needy, sloppy cunt, reaching spots you never could have with your own. Just edging you to the brink of spilling out, but no, he'd never let you cross into the bliss of an orgasm, not until he had his fill. Not until he filled you. The absolute filthy thought of this man made the air feel heavy, just the damn thought but it had turned you on more than any adult film or sex toy ever could. God, you fucking slut, just getting wet at the want, no, need, the need to be fucked by a man who most definitely only watched you for his entertainment and you had no shame. Bloody playing yourself like a guitar.

November, exam season. Regular work and college would be eating you up, meaning it was finally time for a month-long hiatus again, which you announced via a post where you posed in a seductive photo, finger to your lips in a ‘shh’ motion. The caption explaining the upcoming lack of content, but you’ll be back soon with extra material for December. Once the post went live, you decided, for the best, to tuck away your camera and sex toys into a cabinet; focus on exams, pleasure can wait. Keep the cigarettes out though; you’d need them. Outside of all this, you honestly had a simple life, majoring in what you’ve planned on working towards since you were a little one and working at a cafe that was a bit away from campus. A simple life. For the first few days, you followed a premade schedule down to the second, classes, studying, and a late night shift. Nothing came before or after. It did get boring here and then but this was what life was going to be once you dropped the whole pornstar career for the one you spent thousands on- thank you shit scholarship, barely made a dent in your damn tuition cost. What a life.

The ruckus of regulars had slowly died down in the cafe as you began to mop the floor for the night. It had stayed open late for exam season, taking advantage of groggy students who needed the extra caffeine and sweets to crawl through sessions of long textbooks. The only sound available to ease your aching bones was the howl of the snowstorm outside and your playlist blaring through the headphones wrapped around your neck. This was a moment you were swaying in, caressing the mop as if it was your dance partner on a ballroom floor. The world around you felt like it was paused just for you to have this, until, unfortunately, it was disrupted by the jingle of the doorbell and heavy shoes thumping against the freshly mopped floor. Oh, come on, it took forever to get that shining like new. You sighed softly as you paused the music blaring from your headphones.

“We’re closing in 10, so it’s order and leave, pal.”

And as soon as you turned to face whoever had walked through the door, your heart just stopped. A bloody handsome older man stood there in a heavy coat, his hands tucked into his pockets. You felt your hand let go of the mop before snatching it back up, a soft stutter leaving your lips. He stared for a moment, this quick flash in his eyes before he started to walk towards the counter as you did the same. Keep it together, keep your shit together! As you rounded behind the counter, he had already grabbed for his wallet; at least he was ready. Something about him felt familiar, a bit too much. It had to be the stress of a long shift, right? Standing in front of the register, he glances towards the menu before his intense gaze pierces through your skin, making a shiver run down the bone of your spine. 

“Coffee, black, medium.”

That voice, it rumbled heavily, a roughness to it, yes, but it lured you in. A soft nod was your only response as you reached for a medium paper cup and pen, hands curling around the edge before looking into his gaze, and as you asked for his name, you swore the wires in your brain were beginning to fry. 

“Name's John, sweetheart” 

John. And he had to lay the pet name on there. Your knees were already weak as it is; desperation does unexplainable things to your body. In almost messy handwriting, you spelled out his name and went to work on brewing him a new batch of coffee. Having to clean the machine again was a nightmare, but this felt so worth it. Why? Now it was just you, this man, and the ticking of the clock on the wall. Little did you know, with your back towards him, John was staring heavily at your lower back, eyes twitching with recognition as his brows furrowed. Weeks, he had been gone for weeks with no chance of being able to watch his pretty little thing and by some fucking chance the cafe he walked into at 12:50 AM for just a quick drink had just what he craved. You were none the wiser. 

a/n: finally an update! trying to make sure the ao3 curse doesn't get to me even if we are on tumblr

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Karina x Reader: Extra #2

Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon @justme-idle

You are not the main character, not even one of the smaller side characters

It's a blessing, to be frank. In a world where people get caught up in their main character syndrome, thinking that they, not others, are the center of the world and that others are inferior, knowing that you're not a main character is weirdly comforting. A side character who can just live in a small bubble and exists for that 5 seconds at the side of the screen. No cruel twists of fate for 'character development', no weird drama to 'push the plot'. What's worse was that some who think that they're the main character were, obnoxious and stubborn in their belief, hard to handle, but to be honest, there is one main character in your school. Yoo Jimin. Otherwise known as Karina.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a small crush on Karina. Small also isn't exactly an accurate descriptor at that too, but hey, she's perfect. The Top Scorer in almost every subject, talented and gorgeous, it wasn't out of the ordinary to see her locker stocked to the brim full of confession letters and flowers from her countless admirers. So, what business does extra #2 have with THE Karina. Well, remember how you said she was the top scorer in almost every subject? Yeh, she had a weakness, math. And as luck would have it, math was your forte. Through countless hours of tuition as a kid, math came relatively naturally to you. You had heard of Karina's ineptitude with mathematics, but you always assumed that she'd find tuition outside of school, or just keep doing it till she got it. So it shook you pretty hard when your mathematics teacher made you stay back to have a chat, as he explained how Karina was failing math and needed help. Desperately.

"No, Karina, you bring the exponent down here, not change it." You explained as you leaned over, using your pencil to trace the workings. Logarithms. The great joy to everyone who goes through it

"Oh right..." Karina softly groaned as she changed her workings, going back to trying the worksheet as you settled back to your resting position, assuming an upright and relatively awkward position.

Pulling out your phone, you looked through the chapters you had to cover with Karina, not going to be any fun, calculus and stats remained the hulking giants in the smoke that threatened to burn the bridge.

Suddenly, you felt a chill go down my spine, feeling eyes on your back. Turning, you saw 3 girls, hiding behind a column as they were seemingly monitoring you.

"Umm, Karina, do you know them?" you asked as you lightly nudged Karina, gesturing to the three girls who instantly tried to duck away

"Ning, Aeri, Min, stop being weird, you're scaring my friend!" She chided as she gestured them over, the three sheepishly walking over

"Sorry about that Ji, this one insisted we watch." Winter explained, gesturing to Giselle, who raised her hands to surrender.

"Y/N, I've got to go, I'll see you here tomorrow, same time?" She asked as she hurriedly shoved her stuff into the bag

"Sure thing Karina, see you!" You waved, smiling awkwardly

"Call me Jimin!" She said, before running off with the 3 other girls

"Jimin" You kept repeating, laying in bed

It's a known fact that Karina was gorgeous, drop dead gorgeous, but now, after seeing her up close, gorgeous was an understatement. No words could convey the true extent of her beauty, and through the entire tutoring session, you couldn't help but glance or even out right stare at her. It's a wonder she didn't think you were weird to be honest

As you laid in bed, your mind began to wander away, to the first time your not so small crush on Karina formed

At that time, she didn't know who you was, and you didn't know who she was. Just two rookies in the volleyball team. While with the knowledge you have now, with Karina being your school's ace spiker, while you left the team after sustaining a serious shoulder injury, you'd scoff at the notion of being better than Karina, you were, well, once was. Being the child of a volleyball player, you had spent hours after finishing homework playing volleyball with your mom, a fun way to bond with her, so you had learned and grown a solid bedrock of skills. Paired up with Karina, you taught her some basic skills, and Karina, the protege she was, picked it all up easily. During the training sessions with her, you found yourself falling for her, her beautiful smile, her laugh and playful nature. Stories don't go that well for side characters however, as the two of you were separated to two different teams, with limited interactions. In those limited interactions however, those slivers of light, you found yourself falling, and falling hard.

As time went on, you actually got closer to Jimin, instead of splitting apart like you did during your volleyball days. With your help, Jimin's math slowly improved, with her grades reflecting that change. Through that time however, your relationship with Jimin never grew greater than friends. Weirdly enough, you got closer to Minjeong than you did Jimin, only now noticing that you shared two classes, Psychology and Economics. Despite being an introvert, Minjeong grew to be good friends with you, showing you a different, more playful side.

Sat in the lecture hall, you tried your best to focus on your economics teacher, Mr Fai's class, as he went on and on about fiscal and monetary policies, pros and cons, such and such. Mr Fai was a great teacher, especially for a relatively dry subject like economics, and usually, you would be paying full attention to him. Well, usually. This time, your eyes were trained onto none other than the girl of your dreams, Jimin. The only one with a free period before a planned hang out, Jimin had opted to do some revision outside the lecture hall, much to the dismay of your grades. Suddenly, you felt a chill up your spine, feeling a presence close to your back.

"Keep looking at Ms Yoo over there instead of Mr Fai's lectures and he's gonna gouge your eyes out."

You quickly turned, seeing Minjeong looking at you with a smirk. Yeh, she knew about your little crush on Jimin too. Well, her and Aeri, the latter having been asleep near you two so long you forgot she was there.

"I'm his favourite student Min, I'm sure he'll let me slack once." You said, going back to admiring Jimin.

"Whatever." Winter said with a chuckle, playfully shoving you before turning back to the lecture, shrugging to Mr Fai who shook his head with a smirk, glancing at Jimin, before continuing his lecture

As time went on, you tried to spend more time with Karina, endear yourself to her, but it was tough. While you were her tutor, other than math, you couldn't really help her with any other subjects, and tended to leave her alone to allow her to study. Time flew in the final year of your schooling life, national exams rushing by too. Before any of you knew it, the National exams all of you had spent so long running towards was finally over, now, the last event of your school life. Grad Night. The piece de resistance of your school life, in your opinion, at least for you. Fidgeting in front of your mirror, you groan at your little sister as she adjusts your attire.

"Han, please, it's been half an hour, it's grad night, not nuclear physics." You exclaimed in frustration

"Well yeh, obviously. You could probably handle nuclear physics, but your fashion blind ass cannot handle grad night." Hanni quipped as you rolled your eyes, her tiny stature getting up on her step stool, then leaning toward your hair, styling it one last time, before letting out a satisfied sigh.

"Okay, all done! Oh, and Karina's been here for the last 10 minutes." Hanni said with a casual tone, but your eyes almost bolted out of your head, causing you to jump, and you ran out of the room, panting as you looked at the living room, then checking the road outside.

The moment your sister's laughter echoed in the small corridor was the moment you calmed down a little, though a little part of you wanted to strangle the little gremlin. You loved her, but boy did she know how to set you off.

"Pham Ngoc Han, I swear to god." You began to talk, but Hanni immediately bolted away.

"Get away from me with that Government name shiiiii!" Hanni shouted back, running as you chuckled.

"Good Luck with Karina! Don't come home if she isn't dating you!" She shouted once again, before locking her door.

"Pham Ngoc Han!" You shouted again, slamming the door before sighing, leaning back on the door.

"It's going to be fine, just go alright?" Hanni whispered through the door, causing you to smile a little. Gremlin she was, but to be fair to her, the little gremlin did love you.

Hearing honking from outside the house, you bid Hanni farewell, before rushing to the door, seeing Minjeong in a limousine she had booked for all of you.

Climbing into the vehicle, you said hello to Minjeong, but it was clearly not the matter on Minjeong's mind, as once the door closed, Minjeong began hurriedly asking you.

"So what's the plan! Today's kinda your last chance you know? To confess to Ji." Winter asked, though you were a little taken aback.

"I'm not going to confess Minjeong, you know just as well as I do that I stand no chance with Jimin. I'm not going to ruin our relationship just because I want to indulge in some stupid fantasy that I could ever be with her."

Immediately, Minjeong's face went a little more somber.

"Y/N, you have to have a little more confide-" Before Minjeong could complete her sentence, you quickly cut her off.

"Where's the rest of the girls?" You asked, avoiding eye contact with Minjeong. A little reluctantly, Minjeong nodded, though a hint of disapproval was apparent on her face.

"Aeri woke up late, Jimin and Yi Zhuo are at her place to help her get ready." Minjeong replied, to which you nodded, before turning to look out of the window, allowing silence to fill the void in the limousine.

After about a 10 minutes drive, You noticed Aeri's house around the bend, seeing the three girls adorned in their beautiful gowns waiting by the curb.

"Hey!" Yi Zhuo enthusiastically greeted you and Minjeong before climbing into the limousine, followed closely by Aeri and Jimin, who was wearing a surgical mask, causing your eyebrow to crease in slight worry.

"Sorry about being late, someone was up too late reading Fanfiction." Jimin jokingly said, throwing a playful glance at Aeri who raised her hand in defence.

"Let me guess, there was a meet cute in college, and after some drama, one misunderstanding, maybe a love triangle, maybe even parents disapproval, the two leads finally get together and share a kiss to cap the story. Did I miss anything?" Minjeong playfully asked, Jimin and Yi Zhuo suppressing a chuckle as Aeri's head lowered a little in embarrassment.

"Listen, it's cute alright? It may be cliche, but its nice to think about. That one day, at the end of the rainbow, there'll be someone who truly gets you, loves and accepts you for who you are." Aeri began to retort, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

"That's for the main characters only though..." You muttered, to which Aeri tilted her head in confusion.

"These kind of happy endings aren't for everyone, those are reserved for main characters only isn't it?" You questioned, maybe a little too passionately as all eyes in the limousine turned to you. You could even see the driver's eyebrow raise in the rear view mirror.

"That might be true, but everyone's a main character, be it in their own story or someone else's." Aeri replied, sharing a little glance with the other 3 girls in the limousine, a little worried by your statements.

Just as you were about to reply, Jimin spoke up, "You're a main character in my Story Y/N. All of you are. So don't lose hope alright? I'm sure you'll get together with the one right for you soon. Also, it's prom, lighten up!" Jimin said as she jokingly punched you in the shoulder, causing you to quickly quieten down, a small smile spreading across your face at Jimin's words. As you turned to the window, glancing out as endless scenarios played out in your head, you saw Aeri lean over to Minjeong, whispering something to her, the both of them laughing out as they both smirked at you. You didn't hear what they said, but you could more or less figure it out, proceeding to flip her off, an act she playfully returned.

After what felt like an oddly long time, the 5 of you were dropped off at the hotel where your prom was being held, the 3 girls scattering around to find some of their other friends for photos, though Jimin seemed weirdly reluctant to do so.

Seeing Sakura, a mutual friend, you quickly called her over, asking a favour of her.

"Hey, Sakura, could you help me take a picture with Jimin?" A request that she quickly agreed to, putting her bag down as you walked beside Jimin.

"Hey Ji, let's get a picture together." You asked, to which Jimin seemed a little nervous.

Using her hand to beckon you closer, she tiptoed, leaning towards your ear, whispering in your ear.

Turning to her, you reached your hand to her mask, watching her face be clouded by a veil of insecurity, a look not usual for Jimin.

"You'll look amazing Jimin, it's you, you're always stunning. Anyways, I'm sure it's not even that big anyways." You reassured her, causing her to nod, letting you take the mask off her.

"See, pretty as always." You smiled, causing a smile to spread across Jimin's face as she kept her mask in her bag.

Suddenly realising what you had done, you quickly withdrew away from her a little, confused as to what had possessed you to do something like that.

Turning to face the camera, Jimin looked at you confusedly as she turned to Sakura, who shrugged.

"Why so awkward Y/N, come on!" Jimin said, quickly wrapping her hand around your waist then pulling you closer to her, her other hand guiding you hand over her shoulder.

"I swear you've never taken one of these pictures." Jimin playfully jabbed, to which you wordlessly nodded and forcing a smile, unable to muster any words to be uttered.

After posing for the pictures, you heard the ushers announcing that the doors were open, just as the other girls had came back, now planning to enter the hall together. As Yi Zhuo pulled Jimin towards her, talking about some post she had seen on Instagram, you looked at Aeri and Minjeong, both of whom had seen what had happened between you and Jimin.

"Say, Aeri, in how many of your fanfictions have you read in the last month, did that scene happened, almost moment for moment." Minjeong asked, smirking at you

"Hmm, pretty much all of them." Aeri replied, both girls immediately giggling as you rolled your eyes, but curiously, you could not wipe the smile of your face

Sitting at the banquet tables, your group sat about, consuming fine dining that was not exactly worth the price tag, but hey, you came for the experience, not the food. With the student council's organised performances, many laughs were shared, applauses given, smuggled in whisky shared, though your group made it a point to drink in moderation thankfully. As the evening drew to a close, the event photographer made her way to your table, signalling for you to huddle together. The 5 of you huddled together, and Minjeong looked at Aeri with a playful glint in her eye.

"Get ready." Aeri whispered into your ear, but before you could question what was going on, Minjeong stumbled forward, acting sufficiently drunk to play it off, causing Jimin to tumble forward. Bolting forward, you grabbed Jimin by the hand, steadying her as the two of you shared prolonged eye contact, losing yourself into the galaxies behind her irises.

Proud of what they had done, Minjeong and Aeri high-fived, all smiles while Yi Zhuo went up to the two of you, worried at what had just happened.

Embarrassed, you let out a soft cough, clearing the awkward air that had filled the room, letting go of Karina's hand as she steadied herself, before turning to hide the blush on your face.

"Minjeong I'm going to kill you, I swear." You whispered to Minjeong, who rolled her eyes playfully, pointing to the camera as the group photos were snapped.

While the rest of the group interacted with the rest of their friends, you hung back a little, thinking back on the fall. Maybe you were just imagining things, but was there a spark there? Did Jimin feel the way you did? Could you...?

Trying to compose your thoughts, you heard Minjeong shouting your name, gesturing to the limousine outside the building. Seeing the other 3 girls already having entered the limousine, you walked there with Minjeong, who hurriedly grabbed you.

"Listen, I'm going to be the first to get dropped off later, so I won't be there to push you. This is your best chance to confess to Jimin alright? I don't think you would want to look back on today and regret not asking her. Do it alright?" Minjeong whispered, and by the end of it, the two of you were in the limousine.

Again, the 5 of you were back in the limousine, joking around and discussing how the prom went, slowly, the limousine had reached its destinations. First was Minjeong, who winked at you just before she left the van. Then, Yi Zhuo was dropped off, and finally, Aeri, who whispered a soft "good luck" to you before getting off the limousine.

Now, only two remained, you and Jimin. You knew this was Minjeong's work, but you didn't know whether to thank her or curse her. You and Jimin made small talk, something you both enjoyed, making the rather long ride feel like just another one of your hang out sessions waiting for the other 3 girls after tutoring sessions. Chatting about a possible internship Jimin was chasing, you couldn't help but admire her as she spoke, her elegance and poise amazing you, all that in her amazing dress, she was a Disney Princess, a perfect Princess at that. Eventually, it had to come to an end, as you saw your street approaching, you looked down, contemplating about what to do.

Could you really be a main character in Jimin's story? You thought if Minjeong could be right. Could you really live with yourself if you didn't at least try? Those magical moments at prom had to be a sign, didn't it? Seeing your building in the distance, you realised you didn't have much more time to hesitate.

It was now or never.

Nervously, you turned to Jimin, hesitating for a moment as you saw her beautiful face illuminated in the moonlight. It all seemed perfect, the final moments of a fairy tale.

"Hey, Jimin. Do you think we'll hang out in the future?" You asked, sucking in your breath as you nervously waited for her answer.

"Of course, Aeri's been thinking of getting us to get together to play badminton, and, we're all in the group chat, we ca organise meetups anytime, so yeh, I'm sure we'll hang out in the future." Replied Jimin, a little confused at the question.

"No, I mean, me and you." You replied resolutely, nerves gripping you even tighter.

"Hmm?" Jimin hummed in curiosity.

"What I'm saying is, do you want to grab dinner together some time soon?" You blurted out, trying your best to not turn your head away

Jimin's smile dropped a little, turning to an awkward smile.

"Oh my g-, Y/N. I'm sorry, but I'm not interested. It's not you, bu-" Jimin replied, and you felt your heart shatter.

Not wanting her to continue, you quickly cut her off, "Don't worry about it, it was a stupid question, and I knew what was going to happen anyways. I just didn't want to look back on tonight and regret not asking. "

Jimin smiled at you apologetically, but you couldn't look her in the eye, muttering soft denials under your breath.

"Let's just pretend this didn't happen alright? I don't want things to be awkward with the rest of the girls." Jimin asked, to which you wordlessly nodded.

As you saw your house around the corner, you hurriedly packed your belongings, catching the polaroid you had taken with her earlier, it's very presence seeming to taunt you

"Take care of yourself alright?" You quickly muttered under your breath, turning to the front to thank the taxi driver, then getting out of the taxi.

You heard Jimin mutter a goodbye, an air of tension obvious between you, but you didn't turn, not wanting to break.

Hearing the taxi's engine rev and drive off, you dragged your feet as you walked to your home, turning the lights on and closing the door as quietly as you could, careful not to wake your slumbering parents.

Opening the fridge, it's fluorescent lighting illuminated you in a harsh glow as you pulled out a bottle of corona beer. Popping it open, you took a big gulp before walking towards the balcony.

Taking a seat, you stared out of the house, reality hitting you, causing you to let out a loud and bitter chuckle

You had gotten too comfortable, too stupid.

Only main characters got their happy endings.

You're just extra #2.

[mariacallous]

The beginning of the end of the separation of church and state started with recycled tires—specifically, recycled tires used for playground padding at a Missouri church’s preschool. The end could arrive this summer, in the form of a Supreme Court ruling requiring Oklahoma to fund the nation’s first religious charter school, a Catholic institution that is “faithful to the teachings of Jesus Christ.”

The Constitution provides that the government “shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof.” The Court has said the two religion clauses are intended to facilitate religious practice “without sponsorship” (the establishment clause) and “without interference” (the free-exercise component). But there are occasions, particularly when it comes to matters of government funding, when those clauses are in tension with each other. As the court has grown increasingly conservative in recent years, it has consistently resolved this conflict in favor of free exercise, expanding the sphere of what protecting religious liberty requires and constricting, to the point of near-invisibility, the scope of what the establishment clause forbids.

Which brings us back to tires. In 2017, the Justices considered a claim by Trinity Lutheran Church of Columbia. Its preschool and daycare center had been excluded from a Missouri playground resurfacing program; the church claimed that this infringed on its religious freedom. The Court ruled 7–2 for the church. “The exclusion of Trinity Lutheran from a public benefit for which it is otherwise qualified, solely because it is a church, is odious to our Constitution,” the Court said in a decision by Chief Justice John Roberts. Justice Elena Kagan joined the majority, and Justice Stephen Breyer concurred separately, emphasizing that the program was akin to providing churches with police and fire protection.

Justices Sonia Sotomayor and Ruth Bader Ginsburg dissented, and in hindsight their warning looks prescient—it’s not only playground surfaces that can be slippery. “To hear the Court tell it, this is a simple case about recycling tires to resurface a playground. The stakes are higher,” Sotomayor wrote. “This case is about nothing less than the relationship between religious institutions and the civil government—that is, between church and state. The Court today profoundly changes that relationship by holding, for the first time, that the Constitution requires the government to provide public funds directly to a church. Its decision slights both our precedents and our history, and its reasoning weakens this country’s longstanding commitment to a separation of church and state beneficial to both.”

A footnote in the Missouri ruling noted that it did not “address religious uses of funding.” That distinction didn’t last long. As Sotomayor predicted, playground padding was just the start. Three years later, in 2020, the Court ruled that a Montana tax-credit program for private-school tuition had to include religious schools. This time, all four liberal Justices dissented. In a 2022 case from Maine, the conservative majority, bolstered to six with the arrival of Justice Amy Coney Barrett, went even further. In parts of the state so rural that there are no public high schools, Maine pays for students to attend other public or private schools, but not sectarian ones. The Court said that limitation violated the rights of parents who wanted their children to receive a religious education. “What a difference five years makes,” Sotomayor lamented in a dissent. “Today, the Court leads us to a place where separation of church and state becomes a constitutional violation.”

Now comes Oklahoma, where the Catholic Church created St. Isidore of Seville Catholic Virtual School is seeking state recognition to become an explicitly religious charter school. The state’s current charter schools include a science-and-technology-focussed school, a Cherokee-language immersion program run by the tribe, and a “classical academy” sponsored by conservative Hillsdale College. St. Isidore, named for a sixth-century Spanish theologian, would be something entirely different from any publicly chartered, publicly funded school that has come before. According to a proposed curriculum guide, kindergartners would be taught that “they can communicate with God through prayer,” and first graders instructed on the Mass and “the reality of sin.” The “teachings of Jesus Christ as set by the Catechism of the Catholic Church” would “permeate the School day,” braided through the secular curriculum. Introductory high-school science would “reveal God’s orderly creation of the universe,” while physiology would adopt “a faith-based approach to the value of human life from the beginnings of a cell.” The school would be open to all applicants, whether Catholic or not, but students would be required to attend Mass.

Oklahoma’s Statewide Charter School Board granted approval to St. Isidore, but the state’s Republican attorney general—Gentner Drummond, who is now running for governor—sued to block that action. The Oklahoma Supreme Court agreed that allowing St. Isidore to operate as a public Catholic charter school would violate both the establishment clause and the state constitution’s ban on spending government funds to support religious institutions. Notably, the court, which has five justices named by Republican governors and three named by a Democrat, divided 6–2 on the issue.

Things may be trending in a different direction at the U.S. Supreme Court, judging by the oral arguments held before the Justices on Wednesday. Lawyers for St. Isidore and the Charter School Board argued that refusing to open the charter-school program to religious schools violates the free-exercise clause. They described St. Isidore as a private institution simply seeking access to a program available to all but those with religious affiliations—much like the Missouri preschool in the playground case. No families are forced to subject themselves to its curriculum; they are given a choice among various schools. On the other side, Gregory Garre, who served as George W. Bush’s Solicitor General and is representing Drummond, contended that charter schools are public schools, and that teaching religion as truth in public schools has long been impermissible under the establishment clause. Even as St. Isidore complained of being singled out for unfavorable treatment because of its religious status, Garre noted, the school was asserting that it deserved an exemption from ordinary rules that require charter schools to agree not to discriminate in hiring. The school said, instead, that it “complies with all applicable state and federal laws and statutes to the extent the teachings of the Catholic Church allow.”

Significantly, St. Isidore is down a Justice who would likely be inclined in its direction. Barrett recused herself from the case without explanation; it was presumably because of her connection to Nicole Stelle Garnett, a former Notre Dame colleague and close friend of hers who has been a leading proponent of religious charter schools and who advised St. Isidore. Barrett’s absence means the three liberal Justices, who would likely vote against the school, could prevail in an alliance with just one of the conservatives, because a 4–4 tie would leave the Oklahoma Supreme Court ruling in effect. Even so, Wednesday’s session was not encouraging for those who had hoped an expressly religious charter school would be a step too far, even for this conservative Court.

One disheartening development was that the Trump Administration abandoned the federal government’s previously stated position, from 2023, that charter schools are engaged in government action, and therefore subject to constitutional requirements. Its brief supporting St. Isidore cited “the recent change in Administration.” These flip-flops, once rare, have become unfortunately common in Administrations of both parties. This one, though, is especially disturbing because the new stance conflicts with a 1994 federal law that established support for charter schools, which requires that a charter be “nonsectarian in its programs, admissions policies, employment practices, and all other operations” and “not affiliated with a sectarian school or religious institution.” It is traditionally the responsibility of the Solicitor General to defend the constitutionality of a federal law if a reasonable argument can be made on its behalf. Instead, the new Solicitor General, D. John Sauer, abandoned that practice, instead acknowledging that at least parts of the law violated the free-exercise clause. This was Sauer’s first argument as Solicitor General before the high court, and it does not bode well for his performance in a role that has been likened to that of a tenth Justice.

To the extent that opponents of religious charter schools have any hope of success, it rests with the Chief Justice, who, like five other Justices, is a product of Catholic education. (Justice Brett Kavanaugh, who also occupies what passes for a center position on this Court, made clear at the oral argument that his sympathies were firmly with religious schools.) Roberts wrote the majority opinion in the three recent cases expanding the scope of religious liberty, so this is an uphill climb. His questions at oral argument, though, could be read as tilting toward either side. Roberts told James Campbell, a lawyer representing the Charter School Board, that “this does strike me as a much more comprehensive involvement” than the playground program or tuition assistance at issue in the previous cases. But Roberts also pressed Garre about the implications of the Court’s 2021 ruling that a Catholic nonprofit must be allowed to participate in Philadelphia’s foster-care program, even though the organization, for religious reasons, would not certify same-sex couples as foster parents. “You have a state agency that refused to deal with the religious adoption services, and we held they couldn’t engage in that discrimination. How is that different from what we have here?” Roberts asked. “You have an education program, and you want to not allow them to participate with a religious entity.” Garre responded that charter schools had a far closer relationship with the state; it wasn’t clear whether Roberts was buying that argument.

In the end, it may not matter. Even if Roberts isn’t willing to go along, another case involving religious charter schools will come up, with Barrett not recused, and the votes in favor of public religious education will be seemingly assured. That would open the floodgates to religious charter schools in forty-seven states whose laws now prohibit them, with the inevitable accompaniment of hard questions. What happens when a charter school claims its religious beliefs allow it to educate only members of the faith? What if, as Sotomayor asked, a school wants to teach creationism, not evolution? What if, as Kagan asked, a Hasidic community wants its charter yeshiva to be free to teach Talmud without having to comply with curriculum requirements imposed on other charters? Will mainstream religions inevitably benefit at the expense of sects with fringier views?

The St. Isidore case is one of a trio of religion-centered cases that the Court will decide this term. Despite the fact that the Court’s docket has shrunken significantly in recent years, it appears to have, as Marcia Coyle wrote for the National Constitution Center, an “insatiable appetite” for plunging into religious disputes. One case, from Wisconsin, raises the question of whether the Catholic Charities Bureau should be exempt from paying state unemployment taxes; a state commission said the charity wasn’t eligible for exemption because its work, even if religiously motivated, is secular. Another, from Montgomery County, Maryland, concerns whether parents of public-school students who have religious objections to storybooks with gay and lesbian characters should be able to pull their children out of class. In both cases, a majority of the Justices appeared inclined to side with the claims of religious freedom, and I am sympathetic to that position. Religious liberty is a positive good; it is a fundamental American precept. So, too, is the separation of church and state, and that is where the problem with the current Court’s approach arises. “Religion flourishes in greater purity, without than with the aid of Government,” James Madison wrote, in 1822. Two centuries later, the incredible shrinking establishment clause would have worried him. It should trouble us as well. 

[selfmythologize]

hey y'all! this is denver [sh/th, cst, also the mun of do jihan & noh saetbyeol] with remedy's lead dancer + vocal + maknae, seo daon. you can find his career info here, his stats here, a pinterest board for him here & everything you need to know about him under the cut!

i.

tw for some intermittent mentions of bipolar disorder. no particularly heavy/detailed material.

born november 18, 1998 as the first (and only) child to an accountant (father) & a freelance translator (mother). upper-middle class.

his parents were not in love, nor were they even close to being happy. for some reason, they thought having a baby might fix that... uh, spoiler, it didn't! however, they both liked daon *okay* and overall wanted to give him a decent life, so they tried and tried and tried to make it work and kept failing.

tl;dr on his parents is that his mother struggles with (unmedicated) bipolar disorder and his father comes from a family that doesn't exactly *believe* in mental illness. he tried to be better, but ultimately views it like this: if his wife loves him and loves her son, she'll overcome whatever she's going through without having to take pills. so she doesn't take pills, and she won't overcome it because it's a real thing. they both resent each other for reasons that are probably obvious to the reader, but by the time they realized this they were already married and neither of their families exactly believe in divorce.

so daon was exposed to all of their problems in his childhood and kind of believed that he was the reason they weren't happy. they realized their problems were affecting him and decided to just keep him out of the house more so that he wouldn't be exposed to it as much, he thought this was them trying to get more time away from him, so it goes...

anyway. they had plenty of money to spend, so they spent it on him and trying to find something for him to do. after a period of trying things out, this ended up being mostly dance classes. neither parent was particularly interested in hearing about it or seeing it, but they were happy that he seemed happy. and when he got into a performing arts high school, they were glad to sign all necessary paperwork and pay the tuition. anything for daon.

ended up only completing his first year of high school because he was scouted by kevin yoon at a year-end performance. hadn't considered being an idol before, but was drawn to the idea and, again, his parents were cool with whatever would make him happy (and get him away from them). finished out the academic year and then dropped out to focus 100% on training. during this period, he pretty much severed all ties with his parents. not that he was really trying to—it's just that he didn't reach out, and they didn't either, and things have been pretty distant between them ever since. also during this period, he started to struggle with his mental health & was diagnosed with bipolar disorder (go figure!) and kind of put two and two together that with it possibly being genetic, and his mom's erratic behavior, she probably has it too. tried to have that conversation with her, she wouldn't. regardless, having her as an example scared him into being medicated, so he’s mostly stable nowadays.

remedy debuted and they flopped. which was a shocker for daon & kind of pissed him off because wdym he dropped out of school for this? … anyways patience pays off. they eventually clawed their way up, and with their rise in popularity came daon’s rise in popularity. he had a bunch of people calling him their bias, calling him a happy virus, talking about how appealing his personality is—at the time, it just felt nice. didn’t really see the thing that was beginning to set itself up.

went through his first depressive episode as a public figure a little bit after remedy *really* started to get attention. it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been considering he is medicated but his energy was significantly lower, he was hardly talking, seemed disinterested, etc etc and his fans started to turn their backs on him a little. was hit with the “where’s the daon we fell in love with?” shit versus keyboard warriors talking about how nice it was for the “annoying one” to finally shut up. and at this point he realized a lot of his fans didn’t like him as a person but as a concept. all of a sudden, all of the nice shit they had to say about him didn’t feel as good anymore.

still, he had learned what the people wanted from him, and he wanted them to keep loving him, so he’s been on that shit ever since! has starred on multiple variety shows (great escape, mari and me, currently a set cast member on amazing saturday) and is widely known for his “stupid optimism” and slapstick humor.

had his solo debut in july 2024. most of his solo stans didn’t give much of a shit about it because it didn’t exactly fit the narrative they’d built for him, and consequently he’s never talked about it much following promotions. has also never talked much about the producing, writing or choreographing he’s done because that stuff doesn’t really matter either. what matters is the aforementioned stupid optimism and slapstick humor. life’s great. :)

ii.

publicly, seo daon is hardly more than a court jester. is the “happy virus”/“mood maker” of remedy. didn’t exactly vie for the spot, but it fell into his lap due to his tendency to turn most things into a joke & his knack for breaking the ice/making quick recoveries from tense or awkward moments. he’s a very kind & considerate person who wants to keep everyone around him happy. in seo daon’s world, other people *always* come first. though he is super playful, he knows when he needs to be serious & is happy to act as a pillar of support and voice of reason if that’s what’s needed. has a very strong solo fanbase because of his approachable and “comforting” personality. is known to remember fans who frequent fansigns/fancalls and admittedly enables them to have parasocial relationships with him a little *too* much.

is really intelligent, but for whatever reason there’s been a widespread belief pretty much throughout his entire career thus far that he’s some idiot—probably because it’s public info that he didn’t finish high school 😔 reads a lot, loves learning new things, etc etc but publicly leans into the “sweet idiot” thing because that’s what the fans evidently want. and also how they’ll see him regardless. used to talk about his niche areas of interest a lot but has since stopped because everything he said was met with doubt, like he was just talking out his ass 😔 doesn’t fight the rumors anymore 😔

^^^ admittedly, he uh… does talk out his ass a lot. to him, his jokes are always obvious—to others, not so much. if he’s asked a question in an interview that he doesn’t have an interesting answer to, he’ll just make some shit up and act like it’s fact. again, thinks everyone just *knows* these filler answers aren’t actually true, so there are a lot of stories floating around about him that fans like to debate the authenticity of. also likes to commit to “long bits”, such as when post malone went country. he started talking all kinds of shit about how post introduced him to the wonders of country music, would go live and have country music playing in the bg, started going out of his way to speak english and would speak it with a well-practiced twang in his voice, would call the paps on himself just to be seen in his cowboy fits, etc etc and then dropped the shtick all at once. no one knows why he does things like this. he doesn’t know why he does things like this. so… it kind of makes sense why people never know if he’s doing a bit or not 😞

is sort of… difficult… to reach. has these high walls built up around him that *most* people probably don’t realize because he doesn’t seem cold or distant. there’s also this idea about him that he’s down to earth and unfiltered, which just… isn’t true. he makes it his purpose to provide for/at the very least entertain others so he won’t say/share anything that doesn’t fit into that purpose. ends up feeling isolated and like he doesn’t truly have anyone despite having an abundance of surface-level friends and acquaintances, and also feels like if he tries to become closer to people & be more honest they’ll slip away from him. thinks everything is conditional and he’s one step away from being left.

^^^ and due to this, can be particularly clingy towards people he feels the closest to… or even people he thinks are beginning to slip away. has probably sabotaged a number of connections by smothering. he’s the “are you mad at me?” 10x a day friend.

^^^ also due to this, i hc that he's been single forever. has had some situationships that ultimately never progressed into anything more because of his belief that everything is conditional and the consequent fear that everything ends and he will always be the one being left behind. he has a lot of love to give, but is scared to death of having his heart broken; so he breaks his own heart, again and again, by turning away from what/who he wants.

overall, he's a pleasant person to be around. he's very much the type of guy who's always on the go - he loves to go out and do things, whether it's alone or with others. very outdoorsy, very adventurous, very open to trying new things.

[yandere-paramour]

How would the two deal with a quick learner darling. And before you ask, yes I’m asking from experience, it took 3 hours to learn and code a character creator with stats and racial modifiers in python for me. It also denied people going forward unless they met certain criteria during the point buying of character creation.

Vivien is actually a lot like you. He finished high school but that's it. All of his knowledge on plants, botany, horticulture, and medicine was acquired through books, the internet, and consulting more educated people than him. He has actually curated a respectable amount of knowledge on his specialties. He would love a quick-learner Darling. You both would dedicate yourselves to knowledge and sharing your findings together. He is always up for learning something new, even if it's not something he's really interested in.

Atalanta spent most of her youth studying, but she hasn't really since then. She more maintains the knowledge she has than acquires new knowledge. However, she would like a quick-learner Darling too. She's incredibly quick, so anything you tell her, she would be able to understand it with a quick explanation or 5 minutes of googling. She would support your road to knowledge any way she could, whether it be paying tuition for you to go to school, hiring you private tutors, or getting you insights into the smartest minds in the country. Whatever you want to learn, all you have to do is ask and she will provide.

[worlds-largest-juice-container]

i NEED 30000 dollars STAT!!!

for ""educational"" purposes... hehehe (tuition)

im gonna "get" a "loan"

[lady-nienna-the-magi]

Stats (jan 25)

Name changed from jeannine-oh-no to lady-nienna-the-magi c: it's still me dw

(Main blog "lady-nienna")

🦇 got accepted to PhD program (literature) (mid Oct 2024)

🪷 moved to new uni city (mid nov 24)

🦇 learning korean (A1 pt 2)

🪷 topics of the doctorate: vampires, supernatural horror, posthumanist philosophy, gothic literature, 1800s lit, 1900s lit

🦇 other study fields i'm interested in: decolonial, art history, feminist studies, museology, philosophy (currently studying aesthetics theories)

🪷 applying for tuitions/scholarships/etc (help)

🦇 what i want to do in the future: continue german, learn latin and french, get my swedish better

🪷 apply for summer jobs so i can you know, pay rent

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

About me

🌸 26, gal

🌸 likes going for walks and being in the forest

🌸 studies and reads for fun

🌸 attends goth/metal/punk events

🌸 if i Had More Money i'd go see operas and ballets and classical concerts more

🌸 very sleepy

🌸 coffeine addiction

🌸 anxious/depressed (i don't let that stop me, now i'm doing okay-ish)

🌸 my study motivation is pretending to be in either Starfleet Academy or onboard some starship.. maybe even a vampiric magi of some sorts writing and studying in her chamber.

Or why not a vampiric lieutenant of some starship, eternal nightshift girl?

[neotrances-deactivated]

anti-trans laws have nothing to do with blacks though, US laws apply to everyone you sound conceited.

i dont really care to argue with you because you are clearly uneducated on this topic and im not debating anything with people that refuse to look at reality, below are some documentaries, books, articles, series, and in depth studies on what i mean when i say virtually every law in america has been shaped by black people and our fight for equity and true liberation, it’s all connected and to think otherwise is just anti intellectual

• black americans and shaping the law : a full time line of all instances of african americans impacting our law ( videos, articles, links to documentaries and studies )

• the black codes, public facilities, jobs, purchases, and social outings impacted by racism ( article )

video on laws as a result of the black codes

• founding of democracy through black liberation ( article and free books, please use your phone reader or ad blocker to avoid paywall )

• connections of transphobia and antiblack racism in relation to white supremacy ( article and studies )

• medical history in america and racism ( article and studies )

another on the origin of medical eugenics

• african sexuality and gender before and after colonialism ( articles and free books )

• black people and the disproportionate rate of human trafficking, history of laws in the sex trade ( article )

another on the socioeconomic implications of human trafficking statistics

• testing dummies in the medical world, how black americans have been used as living subjects without consent and how this reflects in modern medicine ( article )

another on black experimentation

• impact of antiblack racism on american society ( articles, studies, videos and documentaries, all free )

• lawyers did not have to pass “the bar” until black people began studying the law, a history of how hurdles were created to prevent black people from being in our judicial system ( article )

a document detailing “the bars” racist origin

• bias in the judicial system as a result of chattel slavery ( synopsis with link to free book )

• gynecological roots in slavery, how birth control contraceptives and abortion were tested and studied on enslaved black woman ( article )

another historical study, another on abortion

• race and education, the creation of tuition and lottery’s for schools in effort to keep people of color out ( article )

another on stats of segregation in schools, and another directly about tuition practices ( please use your phone reader or phone reader to avoid paywall )

• antiblackness fueling gun violence and mass shootings across the country ( video )

• sexual violence, sexually transmitted disease and misogynoir : an extensive history and study of reproductive health regarding black women ( article and studies )

• the loop hole of the 13th amendment, legal torture, slavery, and abuse all because of race ( documentary )

i hope you change as a person one day and realize we aren’t enemies and you’ve been taught to hate and discredit us by people who would gladly do the same harm onto you ( that they are starting to do now ) that they’ve done to us for the entirety of our existence in america, im not being conceited, im trying to make you understand we are on the same team

[namelessdeceased]

.☕ D-7 ✧ sat ✧ 28.9.24

posting at about 5 15 pm today! last tuition lesson before my exams are over and im lowkey tired so i think im gonna get some work in for my campaign and knock out a little (i slept like 3.5 so...). i think im doing okay today! not feeling too bad not feeling too good i also started watching critrole which tallies up to me watching d20, critrole and listening to naddpod all at the same time so i think my brain will explode!

.🕰 academic

review geog LDQ examples

do geog practices we have left

review MSP U1 vocab

review MSP U2 vocab

.🗝 personal

plan tmr

tell dad which dice sets i want

additional worldbuilding/adventure development

check dmg type weaknesses + resistances for ccs

transfer base ability stats into pdf sheet

.📜 goal productivity: 4h?

.🌙 02 00

.☀ 06 00

.♬ ~ summer of '69 〢 bryan adams

.🤎 positivityposting

rest is productive too! you do not have to think 24/7 :)

good evening!

╰ theo 🪐

[moonlight-n-moondust]

how do you stay so disciplined with studying I study like 3 hours a day and I feel burnt out even though I've got major exams round the corner

i haven't been too consistent with studying lol, you can see it from my ypt stats.

but, honestly you're doing good. on school + tuition days, i study 3 ish hours too or less. the fact that you're studying 3 hours a day is excellent, because that means you're being consistent.

if you're feeling burnt out, i highly suggest taking a day of break. it's not going to hurt if you've been consistent with your prep. do things you like, get your mind of studying. you'll feel a lot better and focus better after this break.

take care of yourself, anonnie. ily <3