bqstqnbruin · 1 year ago
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ah I love seeing the "teachers are monsters for not letting students use the bathrooms whenever they want all the time" discourse starting again babes please
#tl;dr please stop getting mad at teachers for things you really do not understand#i teach in a building where 17 classes are going on at once that have anywhere between 11-22 students in it#if in my classroom alone there are three students that all ask to go to the bathroom at the same time#then thats five stalls for the remaining 16 classes#its not that we dont want to let your kids use the bathroom they have that right#its also that physcially there is not enough space for them to do so#plus like ???we live in america ??#if there's a lock down and the students are 'in the bathroom' but are actually somewhere else that's a problem#and this isn't an issue at my school but a lot of teachers are saying when they do let kids go to the bathroom#the bathrooms end up vanidalized#or that kids are planning to fight each other in the bathroom where teachers cannot intervene#and its not all kids at all in any way shape or form but some kids do that#there are also kids who miss an entire class period because they say they are in the bathroom and they end up off course with another teach#and half the time they tell the teacher that its ok that they're with them#or they just hop from teacher to teacher#which is fine if they need to do that for a little bit#like i get people needing a break and its easier to ask to go to the bathroom#but when they end up missing an entire class period#then i am responsible for reteaching them the material#which i already have little time for#as do many other if not all other teachers
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crimeronan · 2 months ago
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I feel like Luz “Separation Anxiety” Noceda would be a bit dismayed upon learning that Vee and her friends are going to graduate and go to college at the end of the school year (presuming that Freshman Sophomore Junior Senior are Human Realm Exclusive Terms)
Like “oh my entire social life actually revolves around you and your friends because I’m too awkward and different to know how to approach people and am too nice and accommodating to any and everyone because of The Horrors to tell anybody to back off if they get too nosy so truly I cannot fathom how I’m going to function in a school setting without you but it’s Fine :) I’m really happy for you and not at all going to cry about this :)))”
Maybe she’ll join the school band to try and become socially independent and then just get really sad cause she misses Raine :(((
baby girl :(
i think she'd have a kind of tough time in a school environment to begin with, honestly. i made a post to that effect earlier but decided it was too depressing and deleted it.... but! since i ended up thinking a LOT about how her school experience would be handled. the gist was:
she'd have a really good 504 plan in place -- 504 plans are written plans that help students with disabilities stay in a normal classroom. it would have accommodations like her getting pre-written notes about what they'd discuss in class, a slightly separate desk to avoid being unexpectedly touched by other students, blanket permission to step out into the hallway if she gets nervous, extra time on tests, etc.
she'd purposefully be matched with the friendliest teachers and the easiest graders, people who are Very willing to talk with her about her needs. and also to say "i'm not upset with you." probably the really relaxed english teacher from TTT is one of them. this occasionally does remind her of raine and make her feel incredibly guilty/sad :(
and i think she'd have a one-on-one aide assigned to sit with her and show her what she's supposed to do in a classroom and help her navigate between classes. most likely this person is with her all day except for during lunch periods, when she takes her break....
this definitely marks luz Other by the student body (as having a paraprofessional does for every kid in a mainstream classroom) but she actually does not mind it! it feels like being guarded & she's grateful to have someone telling her what to do.
(in my head the aide's name is miss delilah and she's an OC who exists purely to be really kind and understanding. because please god give luz this.)
even with all of this, though....
classrooms are not Easy for luz. in the canon, she has CRIPPLINGLY hyperactive ADHD and can't focus on anything going on. she's weird and offputting and exuberant and causes ten million problems.
here, she has a LOT of baggage from belos. not just the physical trauma, but also everything she's internalized about How To Behave. she's learned a lot about how not to annoy him. and school is a public-facing event, which means she's in full Gracious Princess Mode. trying to make herself as small and unobtrusive as possible
so all of her concentration goes into Sitting Still and Being Quiet. she can't anxiously stim without disrupting the classroom, she can't chatter without annoying people, she can't chew through pencils or rip up paper without attracting Concern.
this is. incredibly stressful!! for her!!
stressful enough that she can't really retain anything the teacher says in classes. her homework is always done and her notes are always neat, but her quiz and test scores are Abysmal. because she either can't process the questions or can't remember the answers. because being in the classroom is Hard
which just adds another layer of stress. luz is like. PLEASE don't tell my mom. please please please please please don't tell my mom :(
vee doesn't really understand this -- she Loves the classroom. loves to sit at a desk and participate in discussion. loves to do worksheets. loves to get good grades and be a pleasure to have in class. Behaving Normally is a lot less stressful for vee than it is for luz.
which makes luz even clingier, when she can have lunch with vee or see her between classes. she's microdosing on being in the company of someone who feels Normal And Fine. and who has friends who clearly feel Normal And Fine. and who don't mind if luz is weird around them
luz being like oh!! you're going away. i see :) um. congratulations!! i'll be right back. i need to lock myself in the shower and cry so hard i throw up.
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aqours · 1 year ago
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anyways if i'm going this deep in lemme share this teen mom Ashley fic idea i had i'd love feedback on the idea
this is completely unrelated to my other idea regarding this this is an entirely different can of worms i'm putting this under a readmore just bc it's a bit long and also filled with dead doves so only open and eat it at your own discretion
so basically the idea goes like this- when they were teenagers (her 14 and him 16) Andrew and Ashley got into some kind of big fight (still working on it) most likely due to him having a girlfriend in hs at the time. during this period, in an effort to make a point and piss him off, Ashley gets a boyfriend of her own (who just so happens to have messy black hair and green eyes wow what a coincidence) who was in a class with Andrew. some incident happens where Ashley "accidentally" leaves her phone with explicit texts on view (but also tis like the 90s so maybe i'll redo that) and Andrew talked with his classmate and then uh there was another second missing person, and after an intense argument Ashley and Andrew "slept in the same bed" and anyways a month later Ashley announces she's pregnant casually at the dinner table putting the pregnancy test she put right on it.
"Huh. Not the reaction I was hoping for."
"Forgive me for not being particularly fucking thrilled at the idea of being a grandmother at 32, Ashley."
"You know, if my kid has a kid at 15 and their kid ALSO has a kid at 15 you could be a great-great-grandma at only 75."
"Please shut the fuck up, Ashley."
and Andrew is in complete denial it is. it's been 6 years and every single person except Julia refuses to believe it isn't. at one point when Alexis "Alex" Graves is a baby she makes a comment she has her father's (green) eyes with a wink and grin at Andrew. during the Burial Route when Mrs. Graves is trying to plead with Andrew she finally says "... If you won't do it for yourself, do it for your ------------------" and it's like his brain physically blocks out any insinuation with he's the father with white noise. so he's been living as the kid's uncle officially and has no idea how to act around this kid most of the time.
Ashley is not a good mom by any means and has had CPS called on her more than once but incompetence won't remove the child entirely and she does like. actually love this kid but her obsession with Andrew is clearly more important to her, the fact this kid keeps him tethered to her even if he won't admit, and also because she spoils the kid however she can to try to prove she's a better mother just because her daughter is happier than she was, when learning Alex hit another kid to get their candy she was outright like fuck YEAH if you want something take it!!! girlboss gatekeep gaslight to this four year old and Andrew at least tried to teach the kid right from wrong in response. during her first birthday Mrs. Graves asked Ashley if she was gonna do anything and Ashley didn't see a point the kid is 1 they won't remember the birthday there's nothing they'd want and she doesn't seem to process the point of a birthday for a baby isn't about toys and fun but to celebrate their life. when Ashley suggests they can get by on mugging people Alex says she can pose as a homeless sad kid and for the first time in a while at her Ashley lights up and says THAT'S why you're mama's favorite <3333
babies don't make everything better the co-dependent toxic satanic demonic summoning cannibal incest game's plot now also includes a 6 year old that has also eaten people now with two of the most awful parents imaginable around her and if anything Ashley might get colder once her mom is dead because now there's no way
thoughts? i really want to write this but i'd love feedback
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shiraishi--kanade · 3 months ago
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An aspect of Saki's character that interests me as a disabled person who, admittedly, only keeps up with Leo/need at a very surface level (not for the lack of interest but because if I tried to be invested in 4 more characters my head would explode): a) how did she and the rest of the girls meet b) how did they manage to keep their friendship alive considering Saki's prolonged hospital stays.
I think there's... A weird kind of isolation that being chronically ill from a young age brings into your life.
You see, I was never a popular kid in class, okay? Very obviously neurodivergent, absolutely socially clueless, and frankly a bit of a stuck-up asshole in the way straight A's kids in elementary school tend to be. Even so, I had a couple of friends. The ride or die friends for a elementary student, which usually amounted to stuff like going home together and the like.
Until the second grade, that is. Which is when I got sick for the first time, had to spend half a year in quarantine, and acquired a heart condition that would later lead to my lifelong disability.
I'm not about to say my friends abandoned me immediately when I returned to school because that would be untrue. As a child, you're really struggling with the concept of invisible disability, I think. As hard as is was for me to accept I'll just Be Like This, for my friends it was basically non-existant.
But there was a difference. One of the best runners in the entire school suddenly no longer able to run. Constantly dizzy. Constant headaches. Missing school. Having to tap out of activities early. Adults interfering with your plans and fussing more than normal. All of the things elementary aged kids took Very Seriously and I was suddenly not able to participate in most of them, while my injury remained absolutely invisible to everyone else.
I don't think they ever ditched me outright. Nobody told me they didn't want to hang out anymore. I don't think anyone does it that way; it's mostly just slow, painful realisation that people invite you out less and less, until it's not at all. Gradual isolation.
Also, even if you're feeling fine about doing stuff, there's a non-zero chance the adults around you wouldn't. I was not allowed to participate in PE anymore. I still had to be there for the headcount, though, so with that done I'd just sit there on the bench for an entire period. You know, like a loser. Which isn't a good first impression make when you join a new class.
I was, and still am, very frail. This fact was made very loud and obvious by the adults around me, to their credit, in my best interests (or so I hope). You know what happens when kids get told "hey, this thing is very frail - if you touch it they wrong way it'll break and you'll have Consequences"? They will either avoid the thing in question with all the power they have at the fear of accidentally breaking it, or smash it head on to see what happens. Neither of these were pleasant to deal with.
Which is to say: loud announcements that you're disabled whether or not you want to disclose that because the homeroom teacher decided to make you a good example during the "how to treat people different than you nicely" morning assembly is not a good friend maker either. Even well-meaning ones come with presumptions, and are very quickly to fall out once they realise you're not the timid and shy disabled kid they've been fed the idea of.
Anyway, considering the above said: my experiences make me so so very interested in how exactly Leo/need friendship happened and stayed alive for this long, through so much stuff, especially considering whatever Saki was going through was much, much worse than I.
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roykiller07 · 4 months ago
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i am always so scared and avoidant of explaining my identity to anybody (even, if not especially, myself) in any more words than the vaguest description possible ("im trans these r my pronouns and im a lesbian") because i cant telepathically transmit my gender into their brain so theyll never understand the complexity of it and will think something is wrong with it because im 100% nothing if not a lesbian but my nonbinaryness does not necessarily exclude manhood but it also does at the same time?? idk. wish ppl would stop trying to get me to explain my nonbinary identity in binary terms (im ppl nobody is asking me to say anything more than what i already do)
that comedian was so right i am a man in the way that kraft singles are cheese. it presents like it would be in the same category, it tastes like an offputting version of the real cheeses, a lot of people would call it cheese and it calls itself cheese too unless legally restricted but when you look at the actual content it is an entirely completely different substance. which doesnt make it any less a cheese persay but certainly also makes it definitely NOT a cheese at the same time. and its way better on grilled cheese than normal cheese is. not sure how that fits into the metaphor but its important to me
the same can be said for the way that im a woman and for both a large majority of the "ingredients" are completely internalizations of external inputs instead of any actual innate part of my being, like being a girl in the weird girl by mommy long legs way or in the impact of growing up a girl in a sexist society way or in the betty grof way or in the autistic female cartoon characters way or in the when choosing which character was OUR character growing up amidst my siblings in any game or show, often ending up w the only girl instead of just anyone that resonated with me way (was always mad at the games/shows for only having one girl, never upset about having to be her instead of someone else unless one of my siblings took the cool genderless-esque one) (maya and zero from borderlands...) or in the im my mother's daughter way or like being a guy in the random stray cat of indeterminate sex way or in the when every new person got confused about my gender as an androgynous kid, laughing super hard with my whole class/whoever was there about how dumb they were but always avoiding answering/correcting them clearly and getting upset if someone else told them i was a girl way or in the feeling very uncomfortable when anyone but my family specifically called out that i was a girl as a kid way (when alex tried to tell me i was the ruler QUEEN not the ruler KING for my collection of rulers..... die) or in the im my brothers brother way or in the drag king way or in the tboy swag of harold tdi way or you know i could go on for literal eons and still feel like i didn't list enough. plus a lot of the items on BOTH lists apply to BOTH options
and besides that im also like totally disconnected from gender?? i definitely still feel agender and genderfluid at the same time all the time not to mention the constant banging at the door in the back of my head for catgender begging to be let out. overall point blank period i know that the reason i feel this way about my gender is because im autistic and when social constructs don't come naturally to me that includes gender. but that's never like. a definitive enough answer for other people or for my own sanity and it makes me mad because NOBODY UNDERSTANDSSS MEEEEEEE [emo crying on knees]
whatever who actually cares (me)
i think the last time i felt properly fully self expressed was when i was 10 and had a scratch account named mr fox and used a persona called mr fox on it and part of what was special about me was that my name was mr fox but i was actually a girl even though i would throw up if someone called me a miss or mrs
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carriagelamp · 1 year ago
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I think I accidentally hit my reading quota in July because in August I ended up doing every else except reading! And then September just got too busy. But I managed to scrape up a handful of books for the pat few months a few quite good and some rather overwhelmingly lacklustre...
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The Alchemy of Moonlight
Well, we’re off to an auspicious start because this book was genuinely awful. It was a complete impulse purchase and gave me a very sharp reminder about judging books by their covers. After reading A Marvellous Light last month I was in the mood for more queer period romance and this one had ALL that plus a werewolf to boot! Sounds fun! I could use a fun summer impulse read! But sadly it committed what is, in my opinion, the single greatest sin a historical fiction novel can do, which is that it read completely and entirely like a modern novel. 
There was almost zero effort to make the vocabulary or cadence fit that of novels from that time period (and like, I’m not expecting perfect, I'm hardly an expert, but I regularly read fanfiction written in better pastiche than this. Les Mis and Sherlock Holmes fandoms, you guys have spoiled me). The characters also don’t act in historically appropriate ways, they were allowed to get way too familiar with each other way too quickly with zero regard to social class. And I can’t believe I’m saying this but I could have actually used a touch more homophobia -- guys, just a bit of internalised homophobia, even just the acknowledgement that societal pressures affect people. 
(also this getting described as a gothic horror? fuck off gothic horror is more than a spoopy house, where is the absolute overwhelming terror of the vast Sublime?? i was not forced to read frankenstein three fucking times for school to accept something this lame trying to describe itself as "gothic".)
I tossed this one in my local little free library and I hope it goes to someone who is less of a picky bastard when it comes to historical narration.
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American Girl: Kaya and Lone Dog // A Spy on the Homefront: A Molly Mystery
Two more American Girl novels that I’ve read, one about Kaya, an indigenous girl form the Nimíipuu tribe in 1764 and the story about her missing her sister and befriending a lone dog who gives birth to puppies. Like the other books I’ve read from this series, I thought it was quite well done. It didn’t shy away from challenging topics (her sister being enslaved and how that loss has affected Kaya) and drew me along for the entire plot of the book. It was charming.
The other one I read was another from the Mystery series of books. Sadly I’m thinking that the entire Mystery series of American Girl books may just be lacklustre. Like the Kit Mystery I read a while back, this one had a decent concept, explored the time period (WWII) in an interesting way, but had abysmal pacing for a mystery novel. It was not very good at creating or maintaining tension, and minimal effort to actually give a reader any clues to track. It wasn’t a bad story, especially for a kid, but it was nothing special.
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Annie: An Old-Fashioned Story
After rewatching the musical Annie I decided I needed to read the novel, because I love a novelization! Me and my girlfriend have been slowly reading this together over the past few months and it’s been really enjoyable. Annie is a spunky orphan girl during the Depression is eventually taken in by billionaire industrialist Oliver Warbucks. This book gives a lot more backstory to Annie, and really stretches out the time between her running away from the orphanage and her meeting Warbucks. It was a pretty interesting and unflinching look at the hardships suffered by a parentless child like Annie during the Depression. It added a lot that the film didn’t have, and was well worth the read.
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Camp Damascus
Possibly my favourite book from this review. I’d never read a Chuck Tingle book before, since I don’t tend to veer overmuch into erotica, but since this was his first “traditionally published” novel I thought now was the time to give it a go. And I have to say, I was genuinely amazed! Chuck Tingle is an incredibly compelling writer, his narration is just beautiful, I wanted to sink into it and get lost. I’m going to have to read more of his books now.
For those who haven’t heard of Camp Damascus, it’s a queer horror novel that’s based around religious horror. Normally religious horror doesn’t do it for me (I have zero interest in or fear of possession) but this one had a very different twist on that narrative. Though demons still featured in the story, the entire premise was built around the concept of religious trauma as horror, and the metaphors created by the demons as it explored themes of leaving religion, self-identity, indoctrination, queer identity and conversion therapy was honestly just breath-taking. My biggest recommendation this time around, I could hardly put it down.
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Doctor Who: The Clockwise Man
Another fun Doctor Who novel with an enjoyable mystery about a mysterious political prisoner from space. It wasn’t a world changing novel, but it was a very solidly written 9 and Rose adventure, I enjoyed having the audiobook on while I drove.
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Delicious Monsters
Another severe disappointment, unfortunately. I went in really wanting to like this book! I was in the mood for another horror novel after Camp Damascus, it was touted as being like The Haunting of Hill House (superb novel) with a House As Metaphor For Our Trauma And Horror which is a bend to horror I really enjoy. Sadly, despite a fairly interesting premise, the pacing and narrative voice was… rough. It was told from two different points of view, one in the future and one in the past that was slowly piecing together the mystery of what happened at this house, but the narrative voices were so similar it didn’t feel like two distinct entities. Neither made me excited for POV changes. The narration was also very heavy handed in the messages it was trying to send — all good messages, but with no faith that the reader would be able to interpret them on their own without it being repeated explicitly over and over. It all felt very bogged down and repetitive and frankly a little insulting to the reader's intelligence. I gave up on it about halfway through despite really liking the first quarter of the book.
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Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation comic v2
More Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation! Because I’m hooked! Very much enjoying the comic version that’s been coming out, the art is very nice and it's fun to re-experience the beginning of the novel now that I know the characters and all the background information that was so mysterious the first time around.
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Heaven Official’s Blessing v1
I have finished the main series of Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation so I’ve decided to move on to another series by the same author since I’ve been enjoying the style. This series starts off with a “Laughingstock” of the gods, someone who has ascended to godhood twice already and been cast out of Heaven twice as well. The story starts with his third ascension and everyone in Heaven is pretty over it, especially when his third ascension ends up causing chaos in Heaven. He’s chronically unlucky but has an attitude that’s largely willing to go with the flow so when he's given a job to help repay the debt his ascension acrued him he agrees to descend to the Mortal Realm and investigate the disappearance of brides.
Along the way he picks up a couple junior officials who are reluctantly sent along to help and lend him spiritual power, since his own is sealed, as well as a strange youth in red who seems to know more than he should and is perhaps the only person who doesn't treat him scornfully.
The pacing of book one was interesting… it drew me along and had me chuckling frequently, especially with some of the interesting characters that are introduced, but I definitely didn’t feel fully “connected” with the characters or plot just yet. Still, I’m intrigued for book two and trust the author enough to go along for the ride until things start clicking!
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James and the Giant Peach
Roald Dahl’s classic story about James Henry Trotter who, after the death of his parents, is forced to live with his two horrid aunts. Isolated from any potential friends, all alone at the top of the hill with his aunts and forced to slave away for them, James eventually meets a mysterious old man who offers him a glowing bag of crocodile tongues… something he claims has the power to grant happiness to whoever possesses them. Unfortunately before James can use them he trips and spills them at the roots of the old, dead peach tree… and awakens the magic regardless.
Just a fun September reread, I haven’t read James and the Giant Peach in years. It's definitely one of my favourite Dahl stories. I’m going to have to rewatch the movie now…
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Monster and the Beast v4
The last volume of a yaoi series I’ve been reading for a while. This is a story that follows a rather callous, mysterious man known as Liam and the soft-hearted monster, Cavo, who he meets and befriends. This final volume wraps up Liam’s strange and somewhat sinister origin story and reveals what exactly the powers he wields are, and it lets Cavo come into his own. Honestly an excellent book for all the monsterfuckers out there. Overall it was a sweet ending and I enjoyed the series — honestly I wouldn’t mind one more volume of short stories that just explore the relationship dynamic they achieved by the end of this volume.
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The Princess and the Grilled Cheese Sandwich
The Princess and the Grilled Cheese Sandwich is a graphic novel about a young noblewoman who has to disguise herself as a man if she is to inherit her late father’s estate. So she dismisses the old servants save for a single trusted one, changes her appearance, and moves to a city far away from where she grew up. From there, “he” begins making waves in a way that draws the attention of the princess… 
It was a… fine graphic novel. I’m not sure I have a lot to say besides that. It was a comedy, but it’s not the sort of comedy that I find particularly interesting… it definitely felt like a youth graphic novel. It was also very anachronistic (part of the humour) which I’m not always in the mood for and didn’t really land for me. Over all I don’t regret reading it, and the art was enjoyable enough, but I’m glad I got it from the library. When I had first heard of it I had been expecting something a bit… more.
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Red, White, and Royal Blue
I was very skeptical about Red, White, and Royal Blue. I thought it looked tacky when it first came out and I resolutely ignored it. However as the Netflix film was due to come out I decided I had better bite the bullet and figure out what the hype was about. And I can admit, I was wrong! It was honestly a delightful read!
The politics are a bit Rough, as I expected, but the relationship was genuinely delightful and I really liked all the side characters they introduced. You really have to go into it like you would a Hallmark romcom because that’s exactly what it is — and you know what, the queers really do deserve some simple, cheesy (and occasionally surprisingly touching) romantic comedies. Contemporary romcom is normally REALLY not my genre but I highly enjoyed this book and am willing to eat my words.
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elvisabutler · 2 years ago
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Plssss 4 kids and he didn’t think he could give her one and the pregnancy being accidental I LIVE FOR THIS CANON!!! Can we get more headcanons on that, on when he tells her that he doesn’t think he can give her kids & she assures him that if anything them together is enough and when she becomes pregnant they are both so happy I want big daddy elvis to have the happiest endings (i think mainly bc elvis didn’t get his in real life but thats an ask for another time) and him watching her walk across the stage proudly caring his seed and then each time she gets pregnant he’s just like ?! bc he never even thought he would have one kid let alone 4 and graceland is never the same again
listen anon, originally they weren't supposed to have kids but i got talked into it by certain individuals who know who they are. they're also probably the same people who made it so i actually gave these two a happy ending that was longer than five years because i was gonna be that person. but i'll give you the headcanon but you have to give me the thing you said was an ask for another time. FOR IT IS ANOTHER TIME NOW.
listen. he knows he's older and he's maybe not the most virile but he figures it'd be a crying shame to not give her a baby. like he loves her so much that he kind of wants to see her all swollen with his kid and even after he wants their little kid running around graceland.
listen. he has to tell her that he's not sure he can get her pregnant, not for lack of trying, but just because he knows sometimes it's hard for him to get it up, sometimes all they really do is cuddle it's just more him knowing the limits of his body.
"I wanna give you one, wanna see you carryin' our baby but- if i can't- i can't guarantee it'll happen."
"as long as i have you it's alright. it's- you'd still love me even if we didn't have one, wouldn't you?"
"what kinda dumb- yeah i would, darlin'."
so they don't really plan on her getting pregnant because they had plenty of sex before without her being pregnant.
but then it's the semester she's supposed to graduate and look. professor presley knows her body. so he can see changes better than she can.
he notices her chest getting a little fuller and notices her bloating but it's only when she's nauseous all the time unless she's eating a snack that his brain makes the connection.
of course, he doesn't dare hope so he doesn't necessarily tell her beyond dropping some hints.
she goes to the doctor because she realizes she's missed her period and her symptoms as small as they are line up.
so turns out she is pregnant and she waits to actually cook him dinner to tell him in a show of silliness when normally she's pretty practical about matters like this.
when he realizes what she's trying to tell him he picks her up and just twirls her around because she's got his baby in her.
but since it's twins she shows quicker and one night while she's soaking in the tub he just places his hand on her stomach and pauses his book to say something.
"i was a twin." "what does that mean?" "ya sure there's jus' one in there?"
which no she's not but she doesn't want to necessarily believe the ultrasounds and how her body is really showing it.
but elvis fusses every second of this first pregnancy, because even after she walks, belly all swollen with his babies ( because he sees the ultrasound, it's gotta be two or an alien ) across that stage she's always in his class or in his office.
"sit down in the chair."
"elvis, i'm fine."
"it's m'job to keep you 'n them safe and healthy. sit down."
but he freaks out when she's in labor and is so thankful when he comes in to see her holding his little boy and girl in her arms.
and promptly buys the entire memphis mafia cigars. and drinks of their choice.
but it takes at least a couple years before she's pregnant with number three and honest he can't believe his luck. same is true for four except there's an even longer gap where he really did think it was just gonna be the three kids.
that last pregnancy is the really rough one. but it's also the one he's the most thankful for her and their kids and his life more than anything else.
also listen. graceland hadn't really been full of life since before his mama died. his daddy and his grandma weren't there so it really kind of was just him in that house. and after the kids? oh that thing is so lively it might as well be a playhouse for the entire neighborhood.
and also. also. look. there might have been this one time that a tabloid does a little "where are they now thing" twice where once is before him and belle get together and once after the twins with the third on the way. he is REALLY not happy about the second one due to the invasion of privacy when he's not famous any more.
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latenightgasstationwalk · 1 year ago
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One time when I was in like 3rd grade the principal pulled me into a room and screamed in my face like a drill Sargent because I couldn’t hold still while we were in line to go on stage and preform a Christmas choir bullshit thing that I wanted no part in because I knew my parents weren’t able to come so it just felt like a huge waste of time to me. He got big big BIG mad, because as soon as he was done screaming at me, all I said was: “you’re dumb”
I was forced to preform in the dumb Christmas thing, but I did not sing, I only moved my mouth like I was singing.
Same principal who encouraged my parents to put me on aderall and scolded me in front of my entire class multiple times for not being able to eat. Because that totally doesn’t make you feel like a freak, if you don’t already, on account of being the only kid in your class that HAS to be on mini-meth pills to help you focus.
My 3rd grade teacher also made fun of me in front of my entire class for being on aderall, after she (along with my principal) grilled my mother about putting me on said aderall. I went home and told my mom about it and she immediately got in the car and took me to the school and went BIG MODE on this woman. I was outside the classroom but I could hear her going ape Shit on her. My mom was gettin thug in that elementary school. Love that woman. (Incase you’re curious She called on me to answer a question and I wasn’t sure where we were in the book and she said “wow did you take your pill this morning? I know you need it. You need all the help you can get” even my bad little Ass was like wooooow okay you can’t say that to me lmao)
My 8th grade music teacher made us all take a guitar class, this was some time before I had taken an interest in playing music, we all had to preform in front of the class. We could chose between smoke on the water, Elenor Rigby or some other song I don’t remember. I very foolishly chose Elenor Rigby over smoke on the water and totally ate shit in front of the class. She gave me a D (like verbally, in front of the whole class of course, everyone else got their grade in private. But not the freak. He exists to entertain us) and then Stated aloud “that’s okay Jay, you’re just not cut out for music”
Shows what she knows. I Fucking rip at the guitar now. What now miss Thomas, Whatchu guna say now, yeah that’s right you got nothin. *poorly plays cliffs of dover*
One time when I was in high school my best friend overdosed on purpose in an attempt to take his own life, and the SECRETARY, not a teacher, for no reason walked up to me after school and said “you’re a bad friend. I’d never let my friend do something like that” and I was literally like “😦” like. What the Fuck do you even say to that he didn’t even take them at school. I wasn’t FUCKING THERE WHEN HE DID IT YOU DORK.
One time, also in high school, I found a super useful truancy loophole. If you got sent home, they couldn’t send you a truancy ticket. But coincidentally, if you were seen on your phone they’d confiscate it. But if you refused to give them your phone they’d send you to the office. Where you would once again be asked to turn over your phone. If you said no again they’d send you home. So of course I’d just be texting all first period until someone told me to stop and then I’d just leave. Free truancy.
One time, also in high school, I got in trouble for peeing on the building during gym class, but I got away with it by insisting “it was an emergency”
One time in middle school some kid dumped an entire Dr. Pepper on the audio mixing board in the auditorium. It literally wasn’t me. They (principal, vice principal, and the janitor for some reason) walked right up to me during lunch and said that I did it. I had no idea what they were even talking about. I hadn’t even been in the auditorium at this point as it was like the 2nd week of school. They all pulled me into the office and tried to force me to confess to breaking “a $5000 piece of equipment” and I just kept stone walling them and saying it wasn’t me because I knew they had no proof because I DIDNT FUCKING DO IT. They eventually let me go, because they couldn’t prove that I did it, because I didn’t do it.
This other time in middle school, I dumped a whole Dr Pepper on this dumb audio mixing board thing
This other other time, also in middle school, we were given a project where we were supposed to do online research on a celebrity or historical figure and write an essay on their life and accomplishments. I couldn’t decide on who to pick, so I asked my aunt to help me out, she was a huge Elvis fan so she recommended him. I was like “sure okay” and wrote this big ass thing about Elvis’s life and everything and read it infront of the whole class. Every one was snickering at me the entire time but I had no idea why. Until I got done reading the essay and the teacher revealed to me that not only were we assigned people to do the report on, but the project was black history month themed, I don’t think I need to even explain the irony in doing an entire report on Elvis for a black history month themed project. (She was cool and gave me a D instead of an instant fail, which would have been totally understandable)
Also worth mentioning that by 4th grade I could barely see in front of my own face because of my dog shit vision and my parents refused to by me glasses because I kept breaking them. I didn’t get another pair of glasses until my first job when I turned 18. So for alot of these stories I’m also like legally blind.
This other time, when I was in the juvenile detention center, I was sitting in my teachers chair doing an impression of him to make the other kids laugh, because he wasn’t in the room. Except he was in the room. And these teachers can hit you. He like clotheslined me out of the chair and dragged me around by my neck screaming “YOU THINK THATS FUCKING FUNNY??” I didn’t say anything because, between the lack of airflow to my lungs and the crazed laughter, I couldn’t talk at all.
Same year at the same place, they we’re giving kids from one of the high schools in the area a tour of the facility, for some reason. And I once again got grabbed by my neck and dragged into a room and screamed at because I walked by 2 girls from the high school and said “hey ladies :)” what a terrible terrible child I was.
I was ASKED to stop showing up to school my sophomore year. Which I gladly agreed too.
My school experience was so whack.
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timetravell · 3 months ago
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Twas the first day of school, here is a little recap:
We mainly went over all the new procedures. Theres one about phones and if they have to take it up 4 times in a row you have to pay a fine of 15 dollars. And the dress code regressed?? No teacher is enforcing it though. We still have the same tardy policy (10 tardies = ISS).
If this phone policy doesn't 'work' then we just- wont be allowed to bring our phones at all Which is a HUGE safety concern.
below is a recap of all my class periods <3
1st period: Colorguard
Nothing much happened here, again a lot of today was just a repeat of all procedures. There were a few band specific things, such as attendance, rehearsals, UDB, and stuff pertaining to the band hall itself. There is now a form so if need be, your istrument can be turned into the shop to get fixed!
We also cleaned out the guard locker room/area. All of the costumes from last year got put in one of the lower lockers. We somehow found stuff from seniors who left YEARS ago. And 3 year old water....in a jug still.. yikes.
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2nd: Forensics!!!
Im actually so happy I got to be in this class. Im looking forward to a lot of things in it. Especially the labs and that one lecture about blood splatters. Our teacher is actually absent this first week, but thats because he's also the volleyball coach. (Our volleyball team is in Hawaii for nationals I believe)
We had three assignments. One of them was designing a locker (mine is super cute, it has a Marina poster), the second was a Syllabus scavenger hunt which isn't due until tomorrow but I wanted to get a jump on it so I finished it at home. The third was homework, which was just a student survey.
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3rd: ELA
It was just, again, more policy updates and a little get to know you card. This class, thank god, wont be all on computer. We'll have some paper assignments. We haven't gotten our reading yet (which upsets me a teeny bit, but I'm sure we'll learn about it later in the week)
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4th: AP World History
I'm actually so exited for this class its not even funny. I was genuinley upset when we didnt get our unit 0 packets and when I found out we werent getting our textbooks until Friday.
We did learn that the AP teachers are no longer allowed to split that 70% weighted major assignments to 40/30. Which absolutely sucks, and on top of that our first unit is stuff our state says we NEED to know to get said World History credit. Which means we wont even be tested on it come spring. Our district hates us.
I actually have a good teacher for this AP class, last year I had a very (idk how else to put it) 'White privlidged' teacher. AND AND I narrowly missed being stuck in a class with someone I despise. Made me so happy!
I also learned that 'The History of the Entire World I guess' is pretty accurate! So I can use that as a study resource for like- a short summary.
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5th: Astronomy
SO SO SO excited for this class. And there is no math! None! (If they added math it would have to become an AP class). My teacher is so funny unironicly. He's very monotone and you would think he'd be a bore, but he's actually really funny in my opinion.
We actually will talk about why Astrology isnt real which I think will be really fun. I dont nessicarily believe astrology is real, I like the idea of it. But going indepts on why it isnt is going to be really interesting!
We also will get to learn how galaxies and solar systems form, which will be really helpfull for making my story, Abyss. Theres also gonna be night labs!! (if we go we get a free 100 on a test grade) And maybe some Day Labs if the school can get their hands on a solar telescope.
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6th: Geometry
It's geometry. There wasnt really anything of note here. Just the fact that i somehow have a class full of kids who dont care abt the Highschool grades. (I have confirmed this, it isnt speculation) It's gonna be a loud period..
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7th: Band (they split it up weird)
Again nothing of note. EXCEPT NOW I HAVE TO LEARN THE SHOW?? ON MY FLUTE?? WHAT??
Im in guard, i dont do 'band' until concert season. I cant work on my solo during this period OR my homework. Pissed me of factually because the original plan was as followed:
Used as a study hall
Practice choreography
Practice flute
But nope! They hate me! /j
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8th: Musical Theatre!
So many new people! Its gonna be so much fun! I have a lot of friends in that class so im really excited!
I already know the song im gonna do for our first solo, just gotta get permission cuz its technicly not from a musical (Wont say im in love from hercules)
Anyways thats it!! Tmmr will most likely have some more stuff so follow if you want to see!
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💤 for saccade and ucalegon!!
💤 – What was your OC like as a baby, a child and as a teen? (if your OC is a teen or a child, what will they be like as an adult?). How have they changed since then? What lessons have they learned and what things about their youth do they miss the most? Do they have any general regrets?
Saccade would have been a trouble-making, but ultimately charismatic and kind kid. She was born to a working class family of construction workers in Old Rhapsody, and lived a fairly normal life growing up, initially being a bit of a class clown, being a bit rough, etc etc. Towards the later end of her teens and into her young adulthood, she was involved in the early guerilla warfare against Bronze Eden, etc etc. What happens next is stuff I don't want to spoil, but essentially she moves to Neo-Babylon after the crux of the war to get away from all the memories and bad associations, but also to get away from what Rhapsody was becoming. I'd say generally, she's heavily disillusioned with the whole cause and looks back on this period poorly. A part of her probably does sometimes miss having something she believed in, something she was a part of, but she would never go back if such an opportunity presented itself.
Ucalegon's past is muddled. Like a lot of children, she was left orphaned after the Baptism of Rhapsody, probably between ages 10–13. Young enough to remember her life before, not old enough to initially do anything about it. This event has, naturally, eclipsed most things in discussions about her life and her past, so any regrets and losses aren't things she lingers on outside of the context of the Baptism. It's what really radicalised her, made her dedicate her life to freedom fighting and avenging the dead.
It's interesting doing this with these two characters, because both of ther lives were changed so fundamentally by the Baptism, but in different ways. It radicalised Ucalegon, and it disillusioned Saccade entirely with the paramilitary effort. Just an unintentional mirroring I haven't realised til now. Interesting, because these two characters do look strangely alike (of course, Saccade is a lot older), but I hadn't thought about them in parallel like this.
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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 2 years ago
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Feral gremlin reader x eddie? Absolutely! But may I suggest Cowboy Reader x eddie?? Listen:
Cowboy reader is Eddie's age so he's not in school anymore, but he has a little sister who's like 15 (prime hellfire age) and dustin got assigned to school her around school so she hangs out with the club the entire day.
Jason decides she sealed her fate and trips her. She goes to the nurses office and comes back to the cafeteria with a big smile, and when hellfire tries to console her, she's like, "Don't worry about it, just watch :)".
10 minutes later, the doors bust open in comes this dude who looks like he stepped straight out of silverado. He's sweet to his sis and her new friends (even invites em over to sm pie at the ranch), but he invites Jason over too... to moving target practice at the shootin range :) bc Southern hospitality be damned if you touch his little sister or her friends again. They'll never stop findin pieces of his body.
*taking notes* I see, I see.
Let's also take this up a notch. Reader's sister name is Sara.
Cowboy!reader. Hints to intrigue from Eddie, really focuses on Dustin, Sara, and brother.
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Dustin found Sara fussing with her locker on the second day of her arriving to school. Dustin missed her first day because he was sick and rather than risk school and with his mother's concern, she tacked on one extra day to be sure the fever broke and stayed away. But he walked in on that fated Tuesday noticed her scoffed Chuck Taylor's flannel on her frame, and the paint that seemingly never left her fingers.
No one really seemed to pay attention to her throughout the day. She'd been introduced at the start of her classes, smiled, and then sat down in a corner if she could. Dustin hadn't expected when she opened her mouth that a small bit of a twang would drip from her words. He liked it, laughed at some of her sayings, which she seemingly always muttered to herself. Like when it rained in the middle of third period even with a streak of sunshine, "Guess the devil's beating his wife. Ain't messing with that," she said.
Dustin snorted, though he was supposed to be listening to Ms. Crawford. "Who's doing what?"
"Rain with sunshine," Sara noted, throwing a thumb over her shoulder. "Means the devil's beating his wife."
Dustin's eyes lit up. "Actually, it's really a cool phen--"
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry if I gave the impression that I cared about what it actually means," Sara interrupted.
"Oh," Dustin hummed. "Well, if you ever care to know, I'll be here all week."
That mad Sara laugh and Dustin beamed. At lunch, he noticed her surveying the cafeteria and then walked up to her, veering off from Mike. "Want to seat with me? My friends are pretty cool," Dustin offered.
"Sure," Sara said with a shrug. That second day of Sara at a new school sealed her fate. She felt a little intimidated waltzing up to a table full of kids that were seemingly older than her. But Dustin introduced her, noting that they had a couple classes together. It was a thick silence and when Sara noticed a D&D manual on the table--there'd been an argument initiated by Gareth with Paul about some mechanic. Eddie had tried to correct both of them but neither budged. So Eddie cracked open the manual to correct them. "Who plays?"
"Oh, we all do," Dustin answered.
"Anyone playing cleric?" Sara asked. That cracked the silence. Eddie grinned, gesturing for her to sit, "take a load off" he teased.
It'd been routine for Sara to sit with the guys of hellfire. She didn't play with them given how deep they were in a campaign. Sara noted that her parents raised her right and not to mess with a good thing going, but Eddie had offered that if she wanted to play in for a game, he had a few ideas to write her in for a one off. She toyed with the idea and was in talks with Eddie to see how it might work.
But early February, after about five months of being at the school, it seemed like even though Sara wanted nothing more than just survive the year, she seemingly caught the eye of someone else. Jason had approved her a couple times, letting her know that she didn't have to sit with 'those losers". He'd gone on a couple times that she really was better suited for other cliques. But Sara liked the friends she made. Max taught her to skateboard (even though she was still uncoordinated). Lucas caught all her references to TV shows and movies. Dustin--while sometimes too smart for his own good--did help her immensely with her studies and in return she helped him get some of the references and jokes that Lucas would throw out. Mike seemed aloof, but Sara learned he'd been insecure of his relationship with some girl named El and missed one of the main friends, Will. He just didn't know how to express it in the big group. Mike felt like it would make him seem less than if he admitted those feelings. She was closer to the kids her age, but Gareth, Jeff, Paul, and Eddie were also welcoming. They looked out for her in other ways, like older brothers might.
All of it made Sara feel safe in this new town, especially at school. But outside of school Sara knew who would really make her feel safe. Her brother had graduated and picked up a job working night shifts at the hospital. But he helped during the afternoon when he was up by picking her up from school, grabbing groceries when he could, helping her with homework.
As fate would have it, Jason didn't like not getting his way. He huffed and puffed away from Sara after he tried to convince her to leave the rat-tag group that had adopted her. It wasn't that he didn't like Munson and them. But he worried, "Don't want you mixed up with the wrong crowd." Those were Jason's words.
"You got your head so far up your own ass you can't see your own shit anymore," Sara huffed. Jason might've convinced himself that his concern was not malicious. But Sara was sick of being damn near harassed daily. She smelt trouble of Jason in waves; it wafted off him. "Only trouble is you," she added on.
Jason's hold on her wrist tightened. "Really, it's for your safety," Jason hissed.
Sara wrenched her arm out of his hold. "Jason, I think you bumped your head."
Her wrist hurt as she stormed away from Jason and by this point, she was sick of the cotton in Jason's ear. "You okay?" Eddie asked, noticing Sara shake out her wrist.
She nodded, scarfed down her lunch and then headed to the nurses office. All the eyes followed her and Lucas and Dustin pushed up to follow.
"You sure you're all good?" Lucas asked. His voice dripped heavily with concern.
Sara continued on, putting up one hand to keep Dustin and Lucas at bay. She only lived about three minutes from the school via driving. It was a fast call, two minutes and when she resurfaced from the nursing office, she's got a grin on her face. Lucas and Dustin are confused. Why would Sara be smiling?
The answer comes in the shape of a man--undoubtly over 6 feet tall. So tall that even Lucas has to look up and is sure that Mike would have to look up too. The heeled cowboy boots click as he storms the hallways. His head is covered in a hat, white t-shirt tucked into light wash jeans and he looks like he swallowed a house.
"Where's this son of a bitch, Sara? Take me to 'im."
Sara nodded, leading the way. "I'm tell you, he thinks the sun comes up just to hear him crow. Bad news."
Lucas and Dustin scrambled to keep up but they followed behind this brickhouse of a man and through the cafeteria doors, Sara, her brother, Lucas and Dustin come though. Sara gestured over to Jason and her brother clicked his boots on the way over. With a tip of his hat, he introduced himself.
"I'm looking for Jason." It came out clipped, hard.
Everyone flicks their gazes to each other. All eyes go to Jason without a distinct head nod. But when Jason felt the hot gaze on him, he swallowed visibly. "That-that would be me."
"Heard you forgot your manners. You like to shoot?"
"I-I"
"I ain't answering my question. I'm inviting you out to shoot. Get to know each other since we are new in town. And forgive me, heavens, I'm Sara's brother. She's told me a lot about you. So let's talk shop. Would you like to shoot?"
"I like to shoot," Jason answered.
"Perfect. Meet me Saturday. You ain't got no practice do you? Looks like you play ball. You free?
Jason's throats bobbed as he swallowed again. "I'm free."
"See you there. Noon. Sharp. I don't like late folk. Don't have no patience for them."
Jason's only response was a nod. It was clear he fucked up. And the last thing he could do was not show up either. His mouth opened and before he could find the confidence to put volume to his words, he's interrupted.
"Just you. I think we got a lot to talk about."
They shake on it. Two pumps--signed, sealed, delivered.
Eddie watched the entire time, trying to hide partially behind his hair because holy shit those jeans look painted on that man--an Adonis brought to life. His mouth watered pathetically at the hard lines around his mouth, the scowl thinly veiled with the manners that fall from his clipped tone.
He scrambled to pull himself together when Sara lead the whole group back to the Hellfire lunch table. He introduced himself, hand extended for a shake like Wayne instilled in him. "Eddie," he offered. "You're Sara's brother?"
The man in front of Eddie melts just a little--face falling from the hard line. "Yeah. I've heard a lot about you. Thanks for taking her in, looking out for her while I'm not here."
"It's an honor," Eddie offered. He hoped after the words fell that it didn't sound too much like a jest. An invitation is extended for pie on Saturday--to everyone, but there's a locked gaze that Eddie fought to keep a blush from rising.
"We-we can be there," Gareth accepted. His voice shook too.
"Sorry about us meeting like this. I ain't always this mean. Promise. But when it comes to Sara."
"It's different," Eddie stated. "Understandably so. And you don't seem so mean, not now."
"Just got a little bit of that rattlesnake in him," Sara teased.
Her brother laughed, face melting more to reveal just a boy. Just a boy who cared so deeply about his family. Eddie saw it, even in the rustle of hair and kiss to the top of her head.
Saturday absolutely could not come quick enough.
P.S. Jason ain't dead, but he is scared shitless. Every fire of the rifle makes him visibly jump. Once he was setting up more targets and a shot fired when he was down range. It was miles from him in reality. But he could've sworn that bullet was going to be for him. His lesson is learned firmly.
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triviareads · 1 year ago
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This month was a bit of a hit-or-miss in terms of books I read. I took the opportunity to revisit an old favorite Tiffany Reisz and reread her entire Original Sinners series plus a good chunk of her novellas. I also knocked out a few ARCs (I'm very excited about KJ Charles's upcoming book in particular). I'm hoping July will be a better month, but here are the books I enjoyed the most this June:
Minx by Sophie Lark Holy shit. I don't think I've read a sexier book in a long time and I JUST finished it at 1 am today. Blake is a high-class escort, and Ramses is a billionaire investor who not only wants her, but also wants to be her exclusive client and is willing to go to great lengths to make that happen.
I'm restraining myself from listing every sex act but here are the most pertinent ones: pet play is a big part of this story (if the title is any indication...), there's some really hot exhibitionism, role-playing, the rare period sex (like he fully goes down on her and everything and afterwards, they're shrugging like "we're all animals aren't we?"), and I'm actually surprised to see this again so soon after finishing the Kingmaker series— butt stuff during a blowjob.
The romance was also stellar— I appreciate how unique Ramses and Blake's brand of emotional intimacy is: Intimacy for them is him opening up his trading books to her and her accepting investing advice from him. It's her getting the information he needs to financially fuck over his terrible stepfather. It's when his estranged mom is being The Worst in public so she flashes her pussy at him to buck him up just before he has to deliver an important speech. For two characters who tend to play a lot of power games, this is very gratifying to read. They're wholly unrelatable in the best way— too hot, too rich, too smart— and we're just here along for the ride.
An Island Princess Starts a Scandal by Adriana Herrera Stunning. Gorgeous. Here are my thoughts as I was reading it. Manuela is a Venezuelan heiress who is set to marry as soon as she returns from Paris. So she understandably wants to make the best of her time in Paris. And because of her immediate on Cora, she makes a deal with her: in exchange for a parcel of land Cora needs for the railway project she is heading, she will show Manuela around all the lesbian haunts in the city.
Manuela is such a bright, effervescent heroine. And dare I say a bit of a brat? There was this scene where she purposefully told Cora she'd be at a more *risqué* party and swanned around until Cora stormed in and was like "fetch her and have her brought into my carriage At Once". Cora is a classic older heroine: worldly, confident, a silver fox(!!), and she's guarding herself from loving again. But when these two collide.... fireworks. No other way to put it. I said this when I just finished reading it, but I truly hope this will be a classic historical romance in another decade or two because it has all the beats while providing much needed queer and POC rep within the genre.
Heartless by Elsie Silver Small town romances are very hit-or-miss with me so I don't recommend them lightly lolol. But Heartless was a standout for me among the few Elsie Silver books I tried. Will is a fun, bratty heroine (wow there's a pattern here) who is panties-optional (which is a bigger plot point than you think, and the culmination is very fitting in a very hot way— at least I thought). Cade is a gruff silver fox rancher. Really, what more do you need?
Sidenote: Since a lot of the plot is about Willa nannying Cade's son, I will say, I'm fine with kids in romances as long as they're not weirdly precocious or actively trying to shove the love interests together. Which didn't happen here.
The Chateau by Tiffany Reisz One of the only Original Sinner novellas I hadn't read: What held me back was that the cult in this story is based on the Story of O so... I wasn't too enthusiastic about reading a cult centered around that book. But when I started it, I was surprised to see it really isn't like the Story of O? Apart from the setting and a few other references. Certainly not sadomasochistic to that degree, and it's about male, rather than female submission. It's a fun read. Young Kingsley being unrepentantly horny and having zero limits really comes in handy now that he's a spy (assassin?) assigned to infiltrate this sex cult and get his boss's nephew out. You also see his desire for a family manifesting, but his ultimate (and at this point kinda tragic) devotion is to Søren. Would recommend for anyone who wants to read about male subs.
The Return by Tiffany Reisz Søren and Kingsley return to the sex cult chateau. I'd say The Return is entertaining in a different way from The Chateau; Now that Søren and Kingsley's relationship is more secure (aka Kingsley isn't trying to torture himself about how Soren doesn't love him lol), you really get to see their fun side. And by fun, I mean, Søren being hella bitchy to the women that fucked Kingsley over like 2 decades ago ("only I get to hurt him") and then proceeding to make good on that promise. Anyway, would not recommend having a pissed off sadist and a perpetually down-and-ready Frenchman has houseguests. There will probably be come stains on the rug.
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denniskdraws · 1 year ago
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Too Many Ideas
Had hoped to work on a drawing tonight but I've got a pounding headache, so I figure I'll ramble a bit and we can call it content!
I find with a lot of creatives they seem to have this one big story they want to tell, and as such they can maintain focus on it for long periods of time. I, on the other hand, fall into an ADHD trap where once I hit a point where the creating aspect is no longer fully engaging me, I begin to loose interest entirely. I do know others who suffer from this, and the solution is to try and have multiple ideas to bounce between.
So here are a few ideas bouncing around in my head right now and the creative goals associated with them.
Project: Akimoto Basically a reaction to folks constantly saying "Finish FOGClub." I'd rather remake FOGClub than continue it, but if I push the story further enough into the future I can focus on Scott and Annamae's kid. ALSO. The young girl graphic marvel market is where the money is right now, so I've always tried to approach it like Scholastic was gonna publish a 200 page GN. This leads to internal tonal whiplash, as I try to make a 80s tokusatsu show but for a 2020 Gen A audience.
Hyper Justice Project Akimoto's "Comic within a comic" which is just me wanting to stretch my muscles making a 90s inspired superhero comic
Angel V Project Akimoto's "show withing a comic" because I can't just have Jillian be a fan of Cutey Honey Flash or something, so I repurposed the characters from my short comic Raise the Dead into that.
The Bard I tried making this a few years ago as a 24 hour comic and stopped because I hated the character designs. It's a story of a wandering bard returning to her home town because her friend has gone missing, and it ties into a series of mysterious disappearances/attacks. The gag is that it's a D&D campaign set in modern day. With each character being a class and having stats and such.
SUPERMAN GA Literally just a thought experiment of "if I could do a out-of-continuity Superman story what would I do? Just full of things I like about Superman like Lex and Clark being friends and Lex having long locks of red hair and making Superman Red/Blue an ability and trying to give it a bit of a shonen manga flair. 
(Working Title) Fashion! Passion! Question? As close to the elusive idea of a "passion project" as I can manage as I know how I want this book to feel I just have no idea what the hell it's actually about. The goal is a slice-of-life series set in an alternate world full of things that I find interesting and fun to look it (Japanese style vending machines, retro cars, block-style apartments) that doesn't really have to go anywhere because it's just a vehicle to show off the world. I want it to feel like Do it Yourself!, Keep Your Hands off Eziouken, and Yokohama Shopping Trip, to name a few.
I totally get why Grant Morrison decided to stop being an illustrator and just focus on writing.
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Unromantic
Bro really thought he could just ask.
One of my more lighthearted "men are pigs" stories. For a little background, I went to a small school and grew up in a small town my entire life. Everyone knows everyone. My school was an elementary k-6 and high school 7-12. Yes 17 year olds dated 12 year olds. Yes it was creepy. No that is not this story. My class was only about 35 people and the classes above us were around the same.
Small schools have a lot of dances and usually would raise a good bit of money for whatever club needed money. We had a Hawkins dance, Halloween, homecoming, Christmas, valentines, spring and prom. I know I'm missing one but every other month there was a dance. When I was in middle school, it was a big deal. Who you going with, should we sleepover after, should we get pizza before, can you wait for me by the door so I don't have to go in alone because I'm having a panic attack that I over dressed because what the fuck do you wear to a casual dance at 13 and my dad is dropping me off early so he can have a break, can your mom do my hair. Fun fun fun times. Most importantly, drama. A huge night for drama. Miss one dance, miss all the gossip. Miss one dance, your crush might have started dating someone else. Miss one dance, your an outcast for at least the next week of school. I never missed a dance. Commonly you would find me A. dancing B. consoling in the bathroom or C. gossiping. I'll admit I'm toxic, I know and especially in middle school I was horrible. I was a horrible person who was going through horrible things blah blah blah. Every teen sab story. We all did it. I wasn't the worst but wasn't the best either. Life was about being popular, having friends and especially a boyfriend.
So, one of these dances is coming up. It's the homecoming. One that you are definitely supposed to have a date to. I'm single, actually thinking about it, I think this time period was the longest I've been single ever. I'm single and chat up this guy a grade above me. Let's call him Mark. We share a study hall together and Mark's definitely not popular but he is older then me which will give me points on the invisible popularity scale. My first impression was he's kind, funny and dorky so we spark a friendship. We start talking on kik (rip) and everything is normal to a 14 and 15/16 year old texting in the early 2010's. He's a bit odd and talks to me a little weird. I would later on recognize this as misogynistic but I was 14 and it was a different time. Fast forward to the week leading up to the dance and I'm dropping mad hints that I want him to ask me. I was freaking out that I had no one to go with. I was in between friend groups and was kind of at my first "big depression" period. He finally agrees to go with me (I don't think he ever actually asked). I definitely wore him down with constant texting and always saying hi when we passed in the hall. I think the worst part is I didn't like him. I just felt like I need a boyfriend for the attention everyone gives you once you start dating.
We decided (I decided) to go to the dance together. We make a plan and Mark changes it last minute saying he's not going unless I meet him at his house so we could walk together. Mark also made it a point to mention he was home alone. Cool fine no red flag there. At least not to my 14 year old dumb fuck self. The problem being my dad is bring me. Dad doesn't know I have a date. Dad doesn't know this kid and is not going to like that Mark wants me to go over to his empty house. So what do I do? I just didn't fucking tell my father. Waited for dad to leave. Then walked on over to Mark's place. Dumb yes, but if you want to understand how I was raise by people who are hands off or overly trusting/don't care that would take 37 page thesis paper.
I find Mark's house and at this point the dance has started. Did I mention he had the tickets so even if I refused to go over I would not be able to get into the dance. It's cold, I'm in a dress, heels, and I come from a place where it fall is 40° at night. Anyways I knock on the door and he yells for me to come in. When I say that womanly instinct sent red flags off throughout my whole body, I'm not kidding. Rightfully so. I was lying about where I was, who I was with and what I was doing. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I was terrified. I go in the house and shut the door behind me. We just kind of stare at each other until I break the overwhelming silence with a
"are you ready to go"
In which he responds
"a yeah but do you want to chill here for a bit"
Me, confused because I just spend hours getting ready and had a plan of action laid out in my head says
"I mean the dance already started"
This kid, props to how much guts it probably took, asks me
"well I was hoping you would let me eat you out first, then we'll head over".
The only thing I picture now is him hyping himself up all day to ask me that but at the time it was a different feeling. I can not describe in words what the hell was going through my mind. Like what? You can just ask that? Did he just ask that? Like he wants me to just what lay on his bed as he eats me out???? We haven't even kissed, held hands, nothing was leading me to believe that we had reach that level of intimacy. We are not even dating. I do what most women would do in that situation and play it off as he's just joking. I laugh and say let's go in a lighthearted voice. But no he doubles down. I remember think Jesus Christ please stop you are ruining any chance of anything happening.
"So is that a no"
How do I respond with out sound like a dick but also not agreeing because this kids is persistent. So I say as simply and as nicely trying not to embarrassing him
"Oh um I'm not really into that. I was hoping we could just go to the dance"
Then the most awkward walk of my young adult life happened. We did like 2 or 3 slow dances together but I spend most of my time consoling a friend in the bathroom. He tried to kiss me before I left but I think I dodged it with a hug.
So what do you think happened next? I have to see him everyday and we texted like constantly. He may of even apologized for being weird. Friend zone? Ghosted to the best of my ability? Told everyone what the fuck that kid asked me? No no and surprisingly no. I kept it to myself for quite a bit. It felt like to much for me to process at that time to tell anyone. We ended up dating for 2 weeks. Worst 2 weeks of my life. I underestimated just how much people disliked him and was starting to get laughed at for being with him. Which I would take if I actually liked him at all. As soon as we started dating the only thing he talked to me about in study hall was his dick. I mean like hyping it up for me. Acting like I was going to drop my yoga pant right there and just jump on him. I made it 2 weeks and the second week was just because I didn't know how to break up with him. Which I did in person. First time I've ever broken up with someone in person. It was mean yes but all this kid did was talk about his dick for 40 minutes a day. I bluntly said
"I'm not going to do this anymore. You just keep talking about your dick and it weirds me out. So I'm breaking up with you"
That was that. Didn't ever really talk to him again. We weren't on like bad terms but not good ones either. He did date a girl younger then me for a hot minute but other then that I do not think he dated anyone else while we were in school. My mom said she saw Mark an said hi but that was years ago. I still have him on socials and he's been popping up recently which is what inspired me to share this tidbit. I hope he is a bit more romantic in the bed room for who ever he ends up with.
I know I am to blame and I was cruel for potentially leading him on. I take responsibility for my part of being a fucking asshole when it came to petty shit like being popular or seen so by your peers. Funny thing was about this time I start having a new group of friends who were the more "outcast" type. Eventually they would be my friends for the rest of high school. I would blow up every single one of those friendships slowly until graduation. Probably doing permanent damage to all of our mental health along the way. I am not the good guy. In most my stories I have, especially from high school, I am just as much the villain as victim. I know that. If I could go back in time and have a chat with myself, I would. Live an learn.
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spoontoof · 1 year ago
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june 3rd, 2023 11:02am
why should i worry? why should i care?
i've been very stressed for the past few weeks because of school stuff. sorry for boring all of you guys with stuff from school, alot of you are probably in school rn and you don't wanna come read this blog only to hear about the thing that you're trying to escape from on the internet in the first place, but i tend to vent alot, so yea. practice regents has really been burning me out, and all of the expectations from my teachers and parents is really burning me out psychologically. jordan wants me to do a practice regents from a few years ago today, which really doesn't sit well with me because the weekend is a time for me to relax, not to just do more work. i just want it all to end. i want summer to just come so that i can work more on creative projects. but oh wait, here's comes summer school. i just figured out yesterday that the summer school program runs from july 5th to august 1st. that's alot longer than for what i signed up for, and i'm starting to regret signing up, but i think i can push through it. i'll try not to be this negative for future posts, but i just needed to vent for a little while. now back to small mundane things that happened to me that are kinda interesting but not that interesting.
my global history teacher is 25 years-old, so she kinda suffers from that gen-z mentality. one time she basically stopped the entire double period in order to brag to everyone that she got tickets to a drake concert, and even chose one of the students to go with her. that's cool, but now i have a missing assignment because you didn't bother to give it to us because you were just too focused on yourself. thanks ms. REDACTED. and i just wanna point out another thing, that she has alot of favorite students. but no, they aren't her favorites because they do well in the class, no, they're her favorites because they are "cool", and really high on the social ladder. she's also ver lenient with them, but not for me. there's a bias. like this one time, alot of students were out one day (including me), and when we all returned the next day, we had a project due, and she gave all of her favorite students that were out a 100, but gave me and all the other kids that work very hard in the class, a 0. and these "cool" kids are the type of kids that vape, smoke weed, and bully others. THOSE KIDS FUCKING BULLY ME AND SHE SAYS NOTHING, BUT WHEN I MAKE A COMMENT ABOUT HOW SOLDIERS FROM 700 YEARS AGO WHO KILLED THEMSELVES BECAUSE THEY FEARED THAT THEY DIDN'T DO WELL IN THE WAR, AND I SAY THAT MAYBE THEY SHOULDN'T HAVE KILLED THEMSELVES, SHE FUCKING SCREAMS AT ME TO THE TOP OF HER LUNGS!!! these kids are racist, sexist, homophobic, etc. and i get screamed at. and she encourages these kids to do these things. they kiss her ass, and she fucking loves it. she says that she cheated her way through high school and college, and i just think to myself "bitch, you should've been left back in kindergarten, that's how stupid you are." i think she's on the autism spectrum.
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jamiefantana · 2 years ago
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Sunday Scaries Somedays Scare Me
   This was my first ever tinyletter column.  Written... oh damn, 2/20/22.  
   I had something totally different for this, already written, but I want to save it for later.  Also, it's Sunday evening and I'm in my feelings.   The first time I heard the phrase "the Sunday Scaries," I was in South Korea.  It was 2016, and a co-worker of mine just let the phrase drop in the middle of whatever mixture of self-deprecating-rants-masking-actual-self-loathing talk he was talking.  I remember asking him about it, and he explained that it was the dread one feels right before the beginning of another week.   I was shocked and awed.  It put into perfect definition a feeling I've had basically my entire life.  I don't know who was the first person to come up with the term "Sunday Scaries," but they were probably German.  East German.   Even as a young James, a Lil Baby Jamie if you will, I've had periods of things being rough.  Middle school, as a whole, was pretty awful.  Puberty was striking everyone down, like Darth Vader.  Or Covid.  We were getting the hormones without the maturity.  And oh did I dread going to school, being at school, doing school work... high school was alright.  Even went to prom with a pretty redhead.  But around that, school could suck.  To this day, my pulse quickens when I hear the theme song to King of the Hill.  And I like King of the Hill!  Everybody does!  But hearing that country-fried guitar meant that the week was coming.   Times change, people grow.  You enter a period of your life called college, and suddenly your biggest concern is "am I going to pass this class?" which if you're like me, your answer will be "of course, you're an English major, you'd have to work harder to fail it."   But then with that English degree so easily won, you get out into the real world, and upon learning you can't just show up in Los Angeles with a diploma and get hired to write for King of the Hill, you tend to find work wherever you can find it.  Hell, not just liberal arts majors, a large part of millennial job interviews go like this-   "Says here you graduated in 2011 with an English degree."   "Yeah, that's right."   "Then you got a job at Home Depot."   "Sure did."   "And then a job as a barback at Flannigan's Hole."   "Uh huh."   "Your last job was as a mutual fund representative for DNR Analytics."   "It was."   "Just curious, why did you choose this career path after college?"   "Because I didn't want to be homeless.  Now Bob, tell me if I'm gonna be able to pay rent this month or not."   As an adult, you get reacquainted with the Sunday Scaries real quick.  And if you missed them the first time, you partake in the shared experience of the rest of us.   The Sunday Scaries exist as a kind of silent alarm.  A sign that you're not where you want to be, either socially, financially, geographically, or psychologically.  Nobody completely satisfied with their life feels them.  John Cena probably wakes up, does the "you can't see me" taunt to the sun, and then gets ready for his day of being a beloved former-professional wrestler/current critically acclaimed action-comedy star.  Mark Zuckerberg probably gets up, attempts to mimic human emotion, reboots, then recommits to his mission of brainwashing Boomers and destroying democracy.   The Sunday Scaries are for the rest of us.  And they existed long before the official term.   In music, Moz moped that "every day is like Sunday/every day is silent and grey."   In literature, Toru Watanabe in Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Wood wondered "how many Sundays - how many hundreds of Sundays like this - lay ahead of me?  'Quiet, peaceful, and lonely' I said aloud to myself."   Saturday night is the party night.  S-A-TUR-DAY-Night.  Sundays are the hangover.  As a kid, you get the world's most uncomfortable clothes pulled over you and find out how you were born hellbound.  As an adult, you wake up with a headache, sometimes alone, sometimes with a stranger, as you listlessly scroll through social media and compare your unedited behind-the-scenes footage to the world's highlight reels and realize even the mature and secular can create their own hell. �� All one can do is try to attain a life where the Sunday Scaries don't exist.  To return to those halcyon days, whenever they were for you personally, where the upcoming week held no particular power over you.  Or, god forbid, held promise and pleasure.  Sure, it might be tough to do in a world with a global pandemic, global military conflict, global unrest, growing income disparity... but nobody every said it'd be easy!   Now if you excuse me, I'll wrap it up here.  I have to do my weekly wash and prepare for another week as... data... transponder for a financial... oversight... I have a desk and quotas.  I know that much.
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