#this was for an school thing and I'm very proud of it!!

[j-nakamura]

♡— Newcomers, Announcements, & Exclusive.

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Hi everyone! Welcome back to our second article posting of 'TSOTH'. It's an honor for many to be interested in what I have to write! We have multiple students to introduce, so let's get to it!

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Coming into the new year, I am proud to say that we have multiple new students that we should welcome into our school! I got a chance to interview a few of them, so I'm here to give everyone a warm welcome with some personal information that I received from each of them. :)

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Let's start off with Cassie Sandsmark. ( @cassandra-e-sandsmark )

Cassandra Sandsmark is fifteen years old and goes by the pronouns they/she. She is from Gateway City, California (what a long way from home!), and they prefer to have people call them Cassie or Cass.

In the past, she has been to over 5 boarding schools! So let's hope she sticks to the landing with this school and does not get expelled like she did in her past schools. If you bump into them in the hallway, beware! you may end up fighting!

In other good news, they're interested in Soccer and Football. Make sure you go out to those games to support her!

Up next we have Moss Verner! ( @moss-loves-dinosaurs )

Moss Verner is a sixteen-year-old foreign exchange student from New Zealand! They're nearly seventeen, and have been enjoying being in a new country so far! They use the pronouns they/he and go by Moss. Feel free to stop them in the hall to say hello!

So I was informed by a little birdie that Sir Moss Verner had superpowers... However, when I asked about them directly, they had left no comment on the sudden address asking if it was true or not. We may have a new vigilante on our hands, everyone!

Moving on from that little rumor, Moss wanted me to let everyone know that they would be making a new club! A D&D club! Go ahead and message them with any questions you may have about it! I'm sure Moss would greatly appreciate it.

Up next is Jaime Reyes! ( @jaimereyesbug )

Jaime Reyes uses he/him pronouns and is from El Paso, Texas. He's sixteen at the moment but turning seventeen next month! Make sure to wish him a happy birthday once the month hits!

Jaime, unfortunately, is very far away from home. He says he misses his family, but he's glad he got away from that state due to it being extremely homophobic. Good thing he's able to text his family members in order to cure his homesickness!

Speaking of sickness, I think Jaime must've caught the love flu. Considering that notion, be aware of your surroundings as the love flu strikes more victims!

Second to last, we have Corus Lim-W! ( @corus-lim-w )

Corus Lim-W is a sixteen-year-old who uses any pronouns! He requested that people try not to use only one set of pronouns for her, so keep that in mind! They are from Gotham (another one!), and he does not really have any nicknames for people to call them. She did mention that people from their old school called him "Cor'! They're really interested in art so maybe you can bond with him over art classes!

Taking note out of the interview, Corus has been able to tell what would happen before it's happened. I'd say that's some amazing deja vu or far-seeing sight if you asked me!

Now, I have to mention this, but does anyone else wonder what the 'W' stands for in their username? Well, I have a theory.... and I think it fits. The W stands for Wayne! See! Hear me out, he's from Gotham AND who has the biggest name in Gotham that starts with the letter W? BRUCE WAYNE. Could Corus be Mr. Wayne's secret love child?

Finally, we have Mikael (no last name. unfortunate. :'( ) ( @mikael1256 )

Mikael is seventeen years old and was born in New York. I never received what pronouns they prefer so for the majority of this writing process, I will be using they/them strictly due to this fact.

Mikael lives in a family that travels! They traveled all over the place until their father decided to reside in Gotham. While talking about the traveling they did, they mentioned that their favorite place to travel to was Montana.

Now... I'm totally not one to start rumors, but throughout that entire interview, Mikael did not blink once. I promise I am NOT crazy bruh.

Anyways, that wraps up introductions! Let's move on to announcements.

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ANNOUNCEMENTS;

Journalism Club is having a meet & greet event on Thursday @ 4 pm! Come visit and learn more about Journalism. We're recruiting AND free snacks & drinks. Anyone is welcome to come!

The Dance Team is having tryouts on Friday @ the dance studio! Make sure to practice a dance routine so you're able to showcase it on Friday! If you have any more questions, feel free to message Morgan Drew! ( @midrew )

That's all for Announcements. Moving on to our exclusive of the week. :)

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I have been submitted a writing piece to publish in this week's issue! I believe it's written over the newfound popular ship that's been going around called "DukeJay" (so silly).

Here it is and feel free to leave your feedback about it in the comments!

Hands cling to toussled pink hair as brown eyes widen. "Duke..." Jay whispers, pressing his fingers to the other's lip.

Once upon a time his voice would have incited anger in Duke. Irritation, annoyance.

But something about the way the other stared at him with those warm brown eyes sparked something within him. A flutter he struggled to push down.

Wow! That was.... interesting to read!

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Thank you all for reading this week's "The Stories of Tripolis High" issue! I hope you enjoyed reading it! Anyways, Jay Nakamura is out until next time... ;)

[wanderingblindly]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

oooooooh this is so cruel, how dare you make me consider my fics this way????? reflecting on this made me realize that a lot of my personal favs are actually my less popular ones. that makes sense, in a way; often my favorites are where i'm trying to express a really specific emotion or idea, which might not always resonate with people? anyways, ordered from oldest to newest:

Eighteenth Summer (Do You Wish We'd Fall in Love?)

ambient, pining, sort of sepia toned vignette filtered lestappen. i remember really wanting to capture the ambiguity that comes with being 18 and finishing high school -- a new future looms even when you feel like you haven't finished living what you have now. very much being on a precipice, but with a happy ending :)

You Bring Me Closer To God

i literally fucking love this universe so much. even if the fic wasn't special, writing all the dynamics between the bandmates, between the bar flies, between oscar and lando... it was such a joy. i still think about writing more within Dirty Blondes all the time.

I Know Your Name (But Not Who You Are)

lestappen in grief! the passage of time! the fear that life has somehow stopped moving on but also changed more than you can stomach! wanting things from your childhood but having to accept that you can never go back! but perhaps learning that moving forward is beautiful, too! yet another one where i entered it trying to capture a specific feeling, and i think i managed to like... use the setting in a way that achieved that.

Someone in Seattle

i like this one because i managed to write a fic i'd love to read. i love fics that explore the soft, meandering development of relationships -- the ones where falling in love is a bit of a blurry line, and it happens just by the nature of truly Seeing each other. it's a love letter to my home, and i think of her very fondly.

Impasse of Biting

THIS IS THE ONLY FIC WHERE I FEEL LIKE I GOT EVEN CLOSER TO LIKE. SOMETHING YOU COULD ANALYZE. THERE ARE CHARACTER MOTIVATIONS! THERE'S SPECIFIC WORD CHOICE! THERE'S UNRELIABLE NARRATION AND COMPLICATED EMOTIONAL TIES! idk. it's one that i feel like each reader could come away with something wildly different, and (as someone who doesn't often deal in ambiguity), that makes me proud.

[r1k-y9]

draw yourself or a character into a different art style!

[eldar-of-zemlya]

Felt like doing this quick little art of old married Spirk enjoying their lazy San Francisco morning. I somehow find the idea of Spock tangling his legs with Jim's in bed very exciting.

[neptunesailing]

hiiro fs2 wip

[wayfinderships]

I WILL get this assignment done and I WILL get f/o kissies as a reward!

[total-serene560]

-- Chapter 5: Knee Deep --

The highway was sticky with drying blood, illuminated by the smoldering crushed front end of a car that sat on its side twenty feet away from him. The windshield was shattered, bits of it spread all across the road. The scent of copper nearly gagged him. Will covered his nose and mouth with his hand as he looked around, looking for him. Looking for Mike.  But it was empty, blood sticking to the soles of his shoes. It was empty and everything was wrong.  He put his hand down and called out, “Mike?” He was supposed to be here.  “Mike!” He was thirteen, once, screaming Mike’s name in the middle of an empty cul-de-sac. Flickering in between worlds like a View-Master stuck between slides. He had a similar feeling now; of being stuck somewhere between, between what? “Mike!”

CHAPTER 5 IS HERE!!!

Tagging: @talkingtothelights @booksandpaperss @fireflywitch @sparks-olivarpente @flamingbisexual08 @boahey @elsbianism @hazmatazz (if you wanna be tagged here too next time please feel free to ask!)

[snazum]

me trying to stroll thru the ted nivison tag on tumblr for some sick art X READER, IMAGINE, OTHER THINGS I CAN'T REMEMBER THE NAME OF EVEN THO IT'S QUITE LITERATLY RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME XDD

[tea-and-secrets]

Everything is too scary, i have been going through the stress of a very important school year, constantly studying, remembering trauma i had forgotten, cutting off an abusive person off my life and trying to figure out if i have osdd1B (i have been researching for at least 5 months and logging my symptoms, i cant be so sure yet) and for some reason i keep finding myself telling people (online, the only person irl i have told is my therapist) abt my symptoms, in some cases telling them i might have osdd 1B and while one part of me wants to tell deeply and to be free from this burden of hiding it, another part of me is so so scared. Of turning out to be wrong, of people hating me in result, of people fake claiming me for something i am not even sure yet. So i have kept ot hidden after an incident like this 5 months ago. But now after i have told my therapist about my issues with my identity it all started unraveling

I am trying my best to keep going, i study for hours a day every day, try to regulate my mental health and try to know who i am and i just need to hear that someone is proud of me regardless. Regardless if i succeed, regardless if i fail, regardless if i have osdd1b, regardless if i don't i just. Need to hear that everyone wont hate me because i am questioning if I have that

<3

[loverboybrightsideghost]

i really do love practicing 🎻

[mixermixey]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Persona 5 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akechi Goro/Amamiya Ren Characters: Amamiya Ren (Persona Series), Akechi Goro Additional Tags: Nightmares, Grief/Mourning, Animal Death, Harm to Animals, Stressing animals unintentionally, Persona 5 Protagonist Has Bad Parents, Vomiting, Minor Injuries, Persona 5 Protagonist Needs a Hug, implied shuake, Flashbacks, Ren is NOT having a good day, no beta read we die like mental shutdown victims, Gunshot Wounds Summary:

Every night Ren dreads falling asleep because of a nightmare that has clinged to his mind ever since returning to his hometown. A nightmare that reminds him too much of someone he didn't manage to save. A nightmare he may find himself in, not just during his sleep, but during his waking hours as well. Perhaps he'll be able to save him this time?

[sesamie]

i'm so so so happy (<- had the best last day of school i could have ever hoped for)

[dykeomania]

digital diary thanksgiving post because it's my account so it's my space and i'm gonna talk, okay to interact if you feel so inclined, so, for context, i'm not very close with my family and if we're being so honest i wouldn't really say i have much of one, anyway (my mom's around but we can get into the string of mommy issues on a different occasion), so, being home for me + the holidays in general naturally brings up a lot of emotions surrounding loss and grief and generally just feeling very far removed from any sense of normalcy that i think i had at some point in my lifetime but that i generally feel very detached from and that's something that i've really struggled with for quite some time now and i feel like i've been given more reasons to struggle with it over these past like, 4-5-6 years, consistently. (cont).

but while being home is a pretty activating experience it's also activating in the sense that it does give me an opportunity to reflect on everything that has changed for the better on my own accord and i think there's always room to be proud of myself in that sense. i tend to block out things that i just don't find to be productive or that are somewhat traumatizing so sometimes i forget my generational curses exist and i forget everything that my mom has done and said and i forget how much of the core values and sentiments of family that i just don't have and when i have to look them in the eye it's a little bit unearthing and honestly pretty fucking draining and tormenting. but it also reminds me of how far i've come and how much work i've successfully put in to make my life the way i want it to be and make the connections that i want and how if i just keep going, i could truly like, make more, just period-- i could make it all happen if i really wanted to. one thing that i can really pat myself on the back for is my personal commitment to self-evolution and how determined i've been to just make some shit shake, and it really has worked out and is actively working out and i see that, now more than ever. and while being home still brings up a lot of those gutting feelings that's very reminiscent of everything that i don't have, it's also very comforting in the sense that this is not. all. that i am capable of knowing. and that's just insane and important to me considering that idk when i was a teenager i remember feeling very suffocated by being home to the point where it was really dangerous and i thought for a long time that that was just going to be my life. and now i know that it's not and i know that no one has my back the way that i do, and it's crystal clear.

there's so many layers of nuance that come with being home i guess and there's a lot to peel back in terms of cycling through a bunch of poverty and abuse and domestic violence and narcissistic parenting and growing up with a chronically ill parent and god knows what else but i think the bottom line is like, i feel pretty close to the other side of it. and while being home is like insane and is a lot, on the flip side, that's a pretty good feeling.

[astro-inthestars]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @serizawasweep !!!!

Happy birthday bestie <333 This is a whole year of you being in my life, can you FUCKIN BELIEVE- No seriously though, I'd usually send this as an ask but I think it deserves it's own post.

Lake Landon Lazuli Phasmo Claus, thank you, for being in my life. You've changed me for the better, and I really don't think I'd be where I am without you. You've done so much for me, even if you don't think so, you have! You really really have. And I'm just so happy to have you in my life, and to have made so many memories with you. Thank you for being my friend, I'm very lucky to have met you, Lake. I love you bestie <3

(The picture is best viewed in dark mode or any dark colored background <;3)

[mosscrab]

ouuughh. college </3 sorry rambling vent in tags i'm gonna be okay i'm just tired

[kitasuno]

with you, i'm first | miya osamu x reader

in which miya osamu is used to coming second to his brother. but with you, he's always first.

wc: 1113 | gn!reader | fluff

Miya Osamu is used to coming second. 

It starts with Atsumu, like most things do. October is cold and gray and Atsumu comes first, a small body with a large presence that fills the warm hospital room. His cries are loud and he’s a little underweight, but with him comes the sun. 

Atsumu is born under a partly cloudy sky but the nurses swear he was shrouded in sunlight. 

Osamu comes twelve minutes later. His parents are crying and his Ma is close to passing out. If he thinks really hard he can almost feel her warmth, Atsumu’s sobs, and a mumble of prayers that October has safely brought Atsumu and then Osamu.

He asks Grandma one day what the weather was like when he was born. She says, with confidence, it was foggy.

Atsumu doesn’t get along with his classmates. He is too loud and too rash and lacks social cues, and Osamu is angry because Stupid ‘Tsumu cares too little: and he wants everyone to know Atsumu like he knows Atsumu.

They fight and they yell and they argue until Atsumu says, 

‘Samu, I don’t care about ‘em. Why do ya care so much? 

And Osamu throws him across the room. The argument ends there, he says sorry, and Osamu lies awake that night thinking about his brother. Atsumu is hotheaded. And an idiot. A loud snorer, too. But he turns on his side and curls into a ball because he knows it was sunny when Atsumu was born and all of a sudden he really wants to be his brother. 

Atsumu dyes his hair first: it’s a shitty box dye from the pharmacy down the street, and it looks terrible. It’s a little yellow and a little neon, and Osamu laughs until his sides hurt when Atsumu shows him. 

But Atsumu is proud, and he is confident, and he goes to school with a hundred watt smile and a group of girls trailing after him. 

Osamu goes to the pharmacy that night and buys a box of gray, cloudy dye. Atsumu helps him bleach his hair under their bathroom sink with the faulty tap and tells him he looks like the moon.

His Ma says that Atsu is hot and Samu is cold after the two have a particularly bad fight. Atsumu is gleeful and smug as he gloats that he was born to be hotter and warmer and better, and Osamu punches him. 

He remembers his Ma sitting on the porch, an arm around his shoulders as he pouts. 

“‘S not fair,” Osamu had said, his chin in his palm. “Why’d ya name Tsumu that?” 

His Ma had laughed, quietly, leaning her weight into his side. And she had held his cheeks between her palms and told him with a fire in her eyes that Osamu means To Rule. 

He meets you for the first time in February. 

You were standing in front of him, a little sheepish, with a box of chocolates in your extended palms. He remembers feeling something heavy in his chest. Because, yeah, Atsumu was definitely going to accept your confession. 

You had said, IReallyLikeYou, and Here’sSomeChocolates, and Please Accept Them. 

You were shorter than him, and your hair was done nicely, and you were blushing and nervous. And you were really fucking cute. But Osamu is used to coming second, so the only thing that comes out of his mouth is, Why? And then, Tsumu’s in tha next classroom ov’r. 

He doesn’t remember what happened next, only Atsumu’s laugh and the slap echoing through the halls. You leave with his cheeks stinging and hot. And Atsumu had teased him the next day, behind his mountain of chocolates and confessions, because Osamu’s face was still red twelve hours later. 

He sees you a lot the year after. 

You’re in the same class as him and ‘Tsumu, and you smile every time you see him. You sit two rows in front of him and you’re not very good at tying your uniform. Every lunch, Osamu watches you pull out the same gray bento with a wrapped onigiri on the side. He tells you one day that he really likes onigiri. And then, Osamu watches as every lunch, you pull out the same gray bento with two wrapped onigiris on the side. 

With you, it’s always Hi Osamu, first, and then, Hullo Atsumu. With you, it’s an onigiri dropped on his desk when the lunch bell rings. With you, Osamu thinks back to a conversation with his Ma on a porch. 

Osamu means To Rule.

The menu is this: Tuna mayo on Mondays and Thursdays, Ume on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Friday is plain. You don’t ever bring onigiri for his brother. 

He asks you, on a hot night in June, what your favorite type of weather is. You had your knees tucked to your chest, a sparkler in hand, and then told him cloudy. Cold. Foggy. Winter. Snow is nice, too. You say it all with no hesitation. 

Osamu kisses you for the first time that night. 

It’s New Years and you’re cooking Ozoni on the stove. The curtains are open, it’s snowing outside, and Osamu wakes to the smell of miso and the sound of carrots on a chopping board. He gets out of bed, padding to the kitchen with half-lidded eyes and a stifled yawn, and then he thinks his heart stops when he sees you. 

Because what Miya Osamu is not used to is this: coming first and having something unequivocally his. 

But you’re bent over the counter, fiddling with the oven as you read the instructions on the back of the packaged Yakimochi you bought the other day. And you’re wearing his shirt, it falls right below your thighs, your hair is still messy from using his chest as a pillow, and you look beautiful. 

“Mornin’ ‘Samu, come help me with this.” You say, looking back at him with a smile, pointing to the fresh pot of rice on the counter. “You’re in charge of onigiri.”

He hugs you instead, his arms around your stomach with your back to him. 

“But I like yer onigiri,” He says, his chin on your head. His eyes are watering and it must be from the steam of your boiling dashi. 

“‘Samu,” You complain, giggling as he presses kisses into the crown of your head. “I made enough for ya in high school.” 

It’s cold outside and snowing, and Osamu knows he’s going to make the onigiri. 

He also knows that if his name means To Rule, he’s okay with coming second if it means you’re by his side.