Why You Should Pay Attention In Class, Feat. Dad and Dr. Puck
Gather ‘Round everyone, it’s time for another installment of Family Lore!
So back in the late 60′s dad was getting his undergraduate at Cal Poly, because Dad was an early proto-nerd (like really, he wrote a bunch of the groundwork for the thing that would eventually become the internet), and Cal Poly had one of the first comp sci programs in the country. Also, it was like 10 miles from home, so he didn’t have to move out. However, because this was undergrad, dad had to take a bunch of non-major courses, so he decided to do geology because he’d been good at identifying rocks in boy scouts.
The course was taught by gentleman named Dr. Puck, yes really, who was a brilliant geologist, but teaching a bunch of somewhat uninterested just-out-of-high-school kids about rocks can wear on you, even if you aren’t some sort of deranged fey creature. So he tried his best to make it interesting, and Dad and most of the other kids had a fairly interesting time.
Dad recounts that there were two girls in class who spent the entire time blowing off lecture, talking and generally being a distracting nuisance, until they heard that a quiz was coming up, then they’d pester and bully anyone for notes, usually Dad. This went on for about three months and virtually everyone in class was grinding their teeth at these two, but Dad in particular, who did not appreciate being accosted in the hall by these two, who would alternately offer sexual favors for his notes, or threaten to start rumors about him if he didn’t help them study. Puck knew some shit was up, but dad wasn’t eager to start legal action in his first semester, not to mention it was the 60′s and rampant patriarchy would have meant nobody would have believed him.
One Day, Dr. Puck organized a field for the class to the Santa Cruz Mountains, which are full of all manner of interesting geology things, most notably, fossils. Really stinking cool ones. Everyone is having a nice time hiking through the hills, looking at all the picturesque geology, when they round a corner and see a Big Goddamn RIB, just sticking out of the side of the trail. Everyone goes OOOOOOH appreciatively, and Puck explains that this is an ancient Whale that UC Santa Cruz was digging up, but he knew someone in their geo department, so he got the goods on the site.
He then explains, in grand gestures and with the sort of vivacity that only people of Fey ancestry can muster, how this used to be an ancient seabed, but due to the magic Natural Geologic Process of Continental drift and Uplift, this whale was now some 2000 feet above sea level. He spent a good twenty minutes telling the tale, while everyone took notes.
Literally the moment after Puck finished, one of the girls finally noticed the GIANT FUCKING RIB and asked him “But Dr. Puck- how did whale get all the way up here?”
Puck, somehow, did not explode, but instead stood up to his full five-feet-and-one-and-one half-inches and explained in his most deadpan, eloquent lecture voice.
“This is a Great Flying Whale of the Cretaceous Period.” He gestured at the Rib. “They used to migrate here to Santa Cruz to breed, from their winter grounds in Hawaii, and would build magnificent nests out of kelp.”
Dad recalls stuffing his notes into his mouth to keep from laughing. His more silver-tongued classmates began to chip in.
“Didn’t they used to eat Stegosaurs? Just swooped down and gobbled them up.” a student asked, trying not to snicker.
“Indeed! They were far from the gentle giants we have today!” Puck agreed. “Teeth the size of your arm, and long sticky tongues to catch smaller prey with.”
“How did they fly?” Asked another, ready to hear a choice piece of bullshit.
“Oh, gravity was much weaker back then, so they could ‘swim’ through the air with only the aid of a few helium bladders.” he nodded sagely. “Yes, and when they fossilized, the bladders were preserved. Santa Cruz has some of the finest Helium mines in the world thanks to these magnificent beasts.”
“Wow.” Muttered one of the girls, scribbling notes furiously. Dad unwaded the parper from his mouth, ready to drive the nail into the coffin.
“Is this going to be on the test?” He asked, sweetly.
“Oh yes.” Puck nodded gravely.
Sure enough, two weeks later, there was a test, and at the very bottom was the following:
“EXTRA CREDIT: explain everything innacurate/wrong about The Great Flying Whales Of The Cretaceous Period. One Point per Idea that makes me Laugh.”
And that’s how Dad walked out of geology with 106% and the invaluable knowledge that people will believe ANYTHING if you speak with enough conviction.
His long legs extended across her lap as he took a large gulp of the amber liquid. Sighing contently, he placed the glass bottle on the floor and snuggled deeper into his couch.
Her hands were lazily drapped over his feet as she focused on the television. The movie that they had been watching was fairly interesting although she was having a bit of a hard time following the plot.
“Wait, is he the sister’s boyfriend?” Y/N asked her best friend who shook his head in return.
“No, that’s the guy they met at the bar who looks like the boyfriend.” Dylan explained.
Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N continued to watch the film hoping somewhere along the way things would make sense.
This was their routine. Every Friday night for the past 3 years was spent on his lumpy couch drinking beer, eating pizza, and watching movies.
As the ending credits started, Y/N let out a soft yawn as she extended her arms.
“What did you think?” Dylan asked, eager to know what she thought of the film.
“I thought she was going to pick the boyfriend’s brother’s friend.” Y/N admitted with a giggle, thinking about the cliched love triangle movie she just watched. “The ending was very unexpected.”
Pulling his feet off of her lap, he sat on the edge of the couch.
“What about you?” She called out as he walked to the kitchen with his empty beer bottle.
“I was routing for the boyfriend’s brother’s friend too.” His laugh echoed throughout the kitchen.
Their friendship consisted of watching cheesy romance movies together, texts at 3am when they couldn’t sleep, and the comfort of knowing that they always had someone they could count on. It was completely platonic.
I’m supposed to be busy af right now, but what better excuse to doodle some Homestuck than the anniversary itself?
These are dedicated to the friends I made via the fandom, @not-terezi-pyrope, @serialsymphony, @nuclear333 and @magnoliajades in that order (of course there’s a lot more people than that, but you’re the friends whose HS-related interests I’m fairly sure of). Turns out the real Homestuck was the friends we made along the way
Tarot readings are cool, but why not make them AWESOME? Here’s some ways you can be sure to get the most out of your divination situation.
🔮Have a Question In Mind- This sounds pretty obvious, but it’s astounding how many people I read for that have no idea what they want out of it. Wanting a general reading is fine, but definitely have an answer to the question “what would you like to know?” when you sit down/place an order. Thinking about what you want helps you solidify the question with the cards, and helps you avoid thinking an hour later, “Drat! I should have asked about _____.”
🔮Think about How You Frame your Question- Tarot has different strengths and weaknesses, like any divination form. Playing to these strengths will help your reader give you a more fulfilling answer! For example, I once had a querent purchase multiple readings from me asking for very specific times of things. While tarot CAN be used in that way, it is much harder and in my experience usually comes at the expense of more valuable information. A better version of, “when will X happen?” is “what will make X happen?” or “What must I do before X?” That way you know if X requires specific action on your part, instead of sitting around waiting for “Oh, maybe about three months” and nothing happening. Phrasing your question in a way that milks the most information out of the cards makes for a better reading!
🔮Know Your Reader- First and foremost, a tarot reader is not the same as a psychic. A lot of psychics use tarot cards as a tool, but most people just offering readings can’t tell you the name of your future spouse or the color of your great-grandfather’s shirt when he died. Secondly, every reader is different! Some are intuitive readers and pull cards from the middle of the deck, some have you choose the cards, others deal from the top, and that’s just one example. Every reader has a different style to their interpretation that makes for a unique experience, so if possible, be picky with who you choose to purchase from. Some readers work better with certain types of questions. Maybe some give more detail in their interpretations. Some readers tell a little story about each card, which people can like or dislike. Some have trouble delivering bad news. Some just may not resonate with you! If you have the ability to check out multiple readers, especially online, definitely do so and find one who you think lines up with your needs the best.
🔮Don’t Be Afraid to Confide- The phrase, “I have a question in mind, but I’m not going to tell you” makes me want to rip my hair out. In my experience, people do this less because they want answers and more because they want to be impressed by a display of Tarot’s accuracy and the reader’s intuitiveness. They want to see the reader still pick up on the Truth with no outside input. This is all fine and dandy, but it’s not going to give you a lot of information. Why? It’s going to be vague! I can’t connect the dots as well if I don’t have half of them. It’s okay to give me some information about your question; it helps me pick out signs I may have not found significant without context. That said, I understand the fear of just having a reader use your words to tell you what you already know and call it divination. So don’t feel like you need to over share, either! If you want to know about whether to break up with your partner over that argument two days ago or not, a simple, “I’ve been having relationship problems and would like some insight on how to move forward.” Should work fine. That should allow you to still get a display of the reader’s intuitive ability (identifying the specifics of your situation) while still getting an actual answer.
🔮Interpret For Yourself- Yeah yeah, do my job for me. But not quite. Sometimes there are symbols that strike us that the reader may not emphasize in their interpretation. You know yourself better than they do, after all. If you think the cards are saying something extra to you, feel free to include that in your personal takeaway! If a reader asks, “what does this mean to you?/does anything stand out to you?” (this happens more in person than online) it’s totally okay to say, “I find X really interesting because Y. How do you think that ties in with the rest of the reading?” Feel free to start a conversation over it. Pick these cards apart with your reader. I, at least, love when querents do this. It shows they’re invested and engaged, and it lets me pull even more information out for them.
🔮Take a Picture- If you can. Sometimes online readings come with a photo of your spread! (Mine do.) Look back on the photo with a fresh mind later and reflect on it. Have you come up with any new personal interpretations for it? (Once I had a reading that I thought was about starting a business, but realized later it was about me writing a book!) What do each the cards actually mean? Are there any patterns in the spread you notice? It can also be fun to look back on it much later and see how accurate it was!
🔮Get Readings from Multiple People- I like a little variety, but I also just like people. I have people I go to for when I need a really solid dependable reading, but I also enjoy talking to other readers and seeing how they do it differently. I know it’s helped me improve a lot as a reader. If you’re able, consider getting your question answered through multiple sources (but be respectful, we’re still people.) See if there are any common threads between the two interpretations (it happens quite frequently.) See how they differ! It’s more work and money but is usually fairly interesting.
🔮Don’t Take it Too Seriously- At the end of the day, getting a reading is not going to change your life. Only you do that. While tarot can be a magnificent tool for insight, it is not an actual changing force in and of itself. Don’t stress too hard over it and be sure to use it alongside your own judgement, intuitiveness, heart, and common sense. And most importantly, enjoy it for the sake of enjoying an art form!
A quick sketch of Aoi Zaizen from Vrains, whom I believe is also the female lead?
The first thought when I saw her face and hair design was that it seems more gender neutral compared to the previous female leads? Anzu also had short hair, but her pink uniform and hairstyle was a dead give-away that she’s female. (Nothing against guys with that though…). To me, Aoi has a hairstyle that could pass off as a guy’s in pokemon, not to mention that she’s wearing a very similar jacket uniform as Yusaku’s. And “Aoi” seems to be a name that guys can also have. Maybe I’m just overthinking this… (I guess what I meant to say is that I like it).
Also, I was reminded of this cute one (Chihiro) from Danganronpa when I first saw Aoi (personalities aside since we don’t know much about her):
When I was really curious about what archetype, my thoughts were: Please Konami, maybe something that’s different from fairy or plant type this time? =D Yeah, keep dreaming Quarkie.
Just from the translations though, the trickster card effects seem cool (and do burning damage). I hope Aoi can continue on the trend from Arc - V that female lead characters can be good at dueling. Show them your badassness, pls >:3.
As your cousin speeds forward, closer to his house, you can’t help but laugh to yourself. You were mixed with equal parts of dread and excitement, longing to wind down the window to shout out their names but at the same time wanting to hide away, hoping that you wouldn’t run into them at all. What a turn of events. Looks like it was going to be a fairly interesting winter break after all.
in the aisle of the supermarket, you glance at the list in your hand then back
at the rows and rows of a variety of canned beans. Who knew there’d be this
many type of beans? You casually strolled down the aisle, your eyes kept peeled
for the one that said garbanzo beans,
whatever that meant.
bell rings signaling the arrival of new customers but you’re oblivious to the
sound as you continue searching for the can of beans. You hear a loud
smack accompanied by a short scream and you spin around, curious as to what the
ruckus was about.
the hell, Jimin?! That
You recognise that voice and you definitely
recognise that name. Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you because what
were the odds of meeting them in a supermarket of all places? Maybe that wasn’t
Taehyung’s voice and perhaps there could be another Jimin in this town… Jimin is a common
name after all, you reason. You exhale deeply, returning your attention to the
cans in front of you, you finally find the can of garbanzo beans and put it
into the basket that was dangling off your arm.
so nice having a taste of your own medicine huh Tae?”
Maybe there was another Tae in this town too?
laughter fills the air and you stiffen up because that distinct laugh
definitely belongs to the Jimin that you knew.
is in a frenzy as you let the fact that you were mere metres away from them
sink in. You turn on your heel abruptly, speed walking down the aisle away from
Ryleigh nearly fell off the lounge in surprise. She spun around to find Salim leaning casually against the kitchen counter, his eyes narrowed and focused on the television. He looked like he’d just woken up, bare feet and all.
She’d been at his home for two days now and she’d barely seen him. She spent the daylight hours trying to keep herself occupied. Salim had a fairly large selection of interesting books but other than that there wasn’t much else to do so she was thankful for the fact that she’d had the mind to grab her laptop before going with him.
Writing Advice: At the Heart of Your Plot Lies a Question
I’ve been thinking a lot about story structure lately. It’s the thing I struggle with the most, as an author, and judging from a lot of stories I’ve read (and blurbs I’ve helped to write), it’s a big issue for others, too. A lot of times, people don’t realize that there are fundamental structural issues with their stories until they get to the marketing phase, when they go to write a blurb or query letter and realize they cannot condense their story.
I have some bad news for you: If you can’t elevator pitch your book, there’s a good chance that the problem is the book’s plot, not your innate blurbing skills.
I know. That’s a hard thing to swallow. And maybe I’m wrong - maybe you just need to work on your blurbing a little bit and it’ll all be just fine.
But maybe I’m not wrong. In which case, just humor me for a second. Your story will thank you for it.
Thing #1: Your world-building is not your story.
It doesn’t matter how much careful thought and planning you’ve put into figuring out the logistics of your world’s science, economy, government, etc. The intricate backstories and family histories might be totally important, but they’re probably not the plot. Until you have characters who want things and obstacles in their path, you don’t have a story.
Thing #2: Your character arc is not your plot
Characters should change. Your character should be transformed by the events of the story. This is, ultimately, where the story lies. It’s not, however, the plot. Why, you ask? Because plots are actually pretty generic. A plot is a framework, a set of expectations and structural beats that hold up the story. The story is the character’s development between Point A and Point B.
Thing #3: Plots are tied to genre
In the sense that I’m using plot here - expectations and structural beats - I would argue that “plot” is the essential defining characteristic of genre. Which is to say, the thing that unites books within a genre is that they all have essentially the same plot. But how can that be, you ask? Because…
Thing #4: “Plot” = The Story Your Reader Asks (and you have to answer)
What is it that keeps a reader turning the page? What compels a reader to finish a story? Compelling characters, cool settings, sure, ok maybe. But I would argue that at its heart, the thing that makes any reader keep reading (as opposed to, say, watching TV or playing soccer or giving their cat a bath) is curiosity.
Humans are naturally curious. We love gossip. We find it irresistible. There’s something in our genetic makeup that craves answers to questions, to gathering insider knowledge.
Which means that if you ask a question, and it seems like a fairly interesting question, the person hearing it won’t be satisfied until they know the answer.
So based on that assumption, I would argue that readers keep reading stories in order to find the answer to a question. I would also argue that, for the most part, the nature of that question is the same or pretty similar for all stories of a particular genre.
Some story questions:
Who did it? How did they do it? Why did they do it? (mystery)
Will they succeed in time/before bad thing happens? (fantasy)
Who will come out on top? (epic fantasy)
How could these two unlikely people possibly fall in love? (romance)
What actually happened? (thriller)
How will they get out of this? (adventure)
Are they going to survive? (horror)
Different stories will have different flavors of these questions, but at its core, every story should have a central question that drives the narrative onward - everything else eventually feeds in to answering that question.
You’ll note, too, that sometimes the question asked by the narrative itself is not really the question asked by the reader. For example: Ostensibly, the mystery in The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo is “What happened to Harriet?” But I think the real question is “How is the PI connected to the reporter? What’s actually going on here?” (which, you will note from our handy-dandy chart, makes this book a thriller and not a mystery).
“What actually happened the night of the murders?” <- Dark Places by Gillian Flynn. Definitely another thriller. (See also: “What actually happened to Amy?” at the heart of Gone Girl.)
“How is Katniss going to survive the Hunger Games?” (adventure! For all that it bills itself as a dystopia, Hunger Games is at its heart a survival story that calls back to Jack London).
There are more questions than the ones I detailed above, but those are some starters to whet the appetite..
The important thing to remember is that if your story doesn’t have a central driving question, it doesn’t actually have a plot. It may have a character arc! Lots of things might happen! It may have a story. But it will have no plot. And your readers might not know that’s what’s wrong with it, but they’ll notice it. They’ll pick up on it.
And when they do, what they’ll tell you is: The book is boring.
So the next time you’re struggling to write the elevator pitch for your story, or the story just isn’t coming together for you, stop and ask: What is the main question? What is the question that’s going to keep the reader turning the page?
In which things are said, things are overheard, and John is a bit of a nutter.
I come to a
stop on the thirteenth step to 221B. Sherlock is having an argument with
someone and although I’d love to be able to pretend that I’m giving my friend
some privacy, I’m really not. It’s just that steps fourteen through seventeen squeak
abominably and unpredictably, and I’ve always been a bit of a nosy parker. I
know this about myself, and I’ve accepted it. So step thirteen is the best
place to stand, if I want to…okay, if you’re going to be like that, eavesdrop. Such a nasty little word, but
on the other hand, I’ve found out some fairly interesting things through
eavesdropping over the years, and it’s not like Sherlock’s never-
tell him,” comes Mycroft voice, light and certain through the open door.
talking about the historical events in your own country can honestly be fairly interesting, especially if they’ve happened near the place you live at! tomorrow i have a test in my ordinary math class( i usually take advanced math) and are you even surprised if i tell you that i have no idea what we’ve covered during all of the classes?
Right, so now that I have
revealed myself to be actual Ladybug trash, time to make this one post that’s
been on my mind for a while. If you don’t follow me for Miraculous Ladybug
stuff (a.k.a. all my followers) then sorry about this.
So, a big fad throughout the fandom at the moment is giving
Miraculouses to the supporting cast, and I am SO BEHIND THIS. It would develop
the show beyond the status quo and freshen it up spectacularly across seasons,
because if it keeps being a magical girl monster-of-the-week show with wacky
antics ad nauseum then I’m going to probably lose interest fairly quickly. Some
of the most popular miraculous assignments are Alya receiving the fox
miraculous, Nino receiving the turtle miraculous ( @thelastpilot ) and
alternatively Lila receiving the real, actual fox miraculous. I’m going to
throw my two cents in on what thematically would work with the rest of the
First of all, we know three miraculous holders for definite and
one for almost definite. Marinette is Ladybug, Adrien is Cat Noir, Master Fu is
the unnamed turtle hero and the likelihood is Gabriel is Hawkmoth/Papillon. The
thing is, if you look at miraculous holders and their miraculouses, a pattern
of character starts emerging.
Let’s start with Marinette.
Marinette is, in short, a clumsy klutz with terrible luck,
who normally you wouldn’t trust with giving an ounce of responsibility to – not
because she wouldn’t take it seriously, but because she seems totally
incompetent. The ladybug miraculous, on the other hand, is the miraculous of luck
itself, with the most responsibility of all the miraculouses – and indeed, when
Marinette transforms into Ladybug, almost all her clumsiness goes straight out
the nearest window and she gains HUGE amounts of responsibility – she’s the one
responsible for cleaning up the mess after an Akuma attack. The miraculous is
not given to Marinette because she’s the best person for the job – far from it,
she acknowledges in the origins episode Alya would be a far better fit.
However, what’s important is that she has the capacity to grow into the role of
Ladybug – and she well and truly does.
Now, let’s look at Adrien.
Adrien is a rich kid who’s incredibly lucky – he’s had
everything fall into his lap from a young age, and has had competence (fencing,
multilingualism etc.) drilled into him, at the cost of not being able to loosen
up and socialise. His miraculous transforms him into Cat Noir, the poster boy
for destruction and bad luck, with a kwami, Plagg, who’s constantly getting
himself into the kind of destructive shenanigans you’d expect from Marinette
through his own hedonism. See the pattern? Adrien and Marinette both receive the
miraculouses that don’t represent them – they represent everything they aren’t – but everything they could be if
Now let’s look at Master Fu and Gabriel, because they’re a
little different, but equally as important.
Master Fu, on the surface, seems like an ideal fit for the turtle
in terms of alignment. The turtle in symbolism represents age, wisdom,
protection. Master Fu stands for all these things – but Master Fu is a miraculous holder beyond his prime. He is
at the end of his development. I have a feeling if we ever saw young Fu, we’d
see him as a figure of youthful energy,
who just wants to let loose and have fun, possibly even be anti-authoritarian
when it comes to adults. This should sound true of another character in the
show, and I’ll get back to that.
Gabriel, if everything is hinting at what we think it’s
hinting at, however, does not fit the butterfly miraculous at all. The
butterfly represents stages of life, and change, moving on, transformation. It’s
heavily hinted Gabriel’s wife is dead – at the very least, Hawkmoth/Papillon
has Adrien’s mother’s picture in his locket. Hawkmoth/Papillon’s goal now seems
to be to attain the miraculouses so he can resurrect his dead wife. He’s not accepting death, and he’s not
accepting the creed of his miraculous – he’s rejecting it, twisting it,
corrupting it, thus becoming the supervillain who uses his Kwami’s powers
against their will.
When a miraculous is
granted to an owner, they can choose to learn from it, or reject it. But
most importantly, they are granted to
people who lack the qualities their miraculouses represent – their character
flaws are what the miraculous works to iron out. That being said, let’s
look at Lila.
Lila is a compulsive liar. Her Akumatised form is presumably
the actual hero that emerges from the fox miraculous – a hero of lies and
illusions. This is unhealthy for her –
the miraculous isn’t helping her overcome her weaknesses, it’s only
accentuating her character flaws. Lila will never grow as a person if she truly
So who actually needs secrets, lies and illusions in their
life? Well, it’d be someone for whom truth is all-consumingly destructive.
Someone whose self-destructive pursuit of the truth puts not only herself, but
other people in the line of fire, and whose
Akumatised form represents truth at all costs. I’m talking, of course,
This is why fox!Alya appeals to me so much – because Alya
would be able to learn and grow from the fox miraculous, because it represents
traits that she needs to attain. Now, let’s look at the other popular
miraculous assignment – turtle!Nino. That thing I mentioned earlier? Here it
Nino is the epitome of youthful vigour in the show –
everything from his style to his DJing to his horribly outdated slang in the
English dub (seriously, who the hell is a Totally Radical Dude in the 21st
Century!? No-one. No-one is who.) His Akumatised form is Bubbler, a childish clown who tries to exile all
adults.If there’s one person in the
show who NEEDS the turtle miraculous and its traits of wisdom, age and protection, it’s Nino. This miraculous was MADE
for Nino – right down to the outdated slang, providing an added meta bonus to
the English dub that Nino becomes a massive allusion to the Teenage
Mutant Ninja Turtles.
This is why I love
fox!Alya and turtle!Nino – because they work thematically with who has already received
miraculouses. This begs the question – what happens to Lila?
I’d like to suggest something I think no-one else has
thought of. I present, a digression:
Peacocks are about vision, kind-heartedness and integrity –
the peacock miraculous represents everything the fox miraculous doesn’t. If
Lila became the peacock miraculous hero, she’d learn and develop SO MUCH MORE
than if she became Volpina. She’d truly have the redemption and character arc
that she needs – she’d learn there are more ways to solve a problem than lies,
and that truth can be just as valuable. Likewise,
this is why Peacock!Alya would actually be unhealthy for her – because it would
only drive her even deeper into her already destructive drive for truth and
This is what I call the Miraculous Character Development
Theory. I dunno, it was just a thing that occurred to me.
tl;dr: fox!Alya and turtle!Nino work thematically and so
does the rather outlandish peacock!Lila. Sorry this has been a mile long post about a god damn kids’ show. I have… several problems.
So I had this epiphany a week or so ago. I can’t be the first one to realise this but I need to share. We all agree on the fact Hugo just let himself have a bit of fun with the “R like Grantaire” nickname (because if you read it in French Grantaire = “grand r” = capital r = R. Bravo, Hugo. You really were bored in Guernsey).
But guys, people. In 19th century French history, there are two things that get a capital R. Two fundamental things, two of the main threads that make the very essence of France in the 19th century.
1. la Révolution
2. la République
Both words, with their capital R (it’s fundamental,1. is the 1789 revolution, the one that started it all and wasn’t really over in 1832, and 2. is 1789′s most luminous legacy), are Enjolras’s wet dream.
So Hugo’s offhand comment on the fact Grantaire nicknamed himself R is not offhand at all. Grantaire, which means Hugo, nicknamed him Revolution and Republic.
That’s it. That’s all. I have a whole analysis on the ready draw your own conclusions. But damn, Hugo, master, I knew you’re not subtle, but that’s a whole new level.
Summary: BTS gets drunk and reads fan fiction together.
Pairing: Platonic OT7, Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Ridiculously filthy smut and boys being boys
Word Count: 4914
Warnings: The fan fiction the boys read is quite explicit, but the boys stay (mostly) platonic
A/N: All of the fan fiction the boys read in this is written (badly) by me. Any resemblance to other people’s stories is coincidence. I am not trying to make fun of anyone other than myself as an avid reader and writer of BTS fan fiction.
I hate you Jungkook!” You shout breathlessly, desperately pounding his rock-hard chest with your small hands as he cages you against the wall of your bedroom. You have hated Jungkook since the first day you met him. You hate the way he struts around school. You hate the way all the girls stare at him and giggle when he gives them a confident wave. You hate the way his hair falls perfectly across his forehead in a way that makes you ache inside. “I hate you!” You cry again, pushing him away from you.
“I don’t care!” Jungkook grabs you by your shoulders and pins you roughly against the wall. “I know it has only been a week since you transferred to our school, but you make me feel a way no other girl ever has.” He holds you to the wall as you try to squirm away. “Don’t you know I love you Y/N?” He looks at you with desperation and a bit of madness in his eyes. His lips are just inches away from yours now. You are terrified that he might kiss you and terrified that he might not.
A sudden noise from the hallway makes Jungkook flinch so hard he almost drops his phone directly into the toilet. He listens hard to make sure it’s not one of the other members trying to get into the bathroom. Jungkook really shouldn’t be doing this right now. Jungkook should be working on that new cover song that he wants to post before they go back out on tour in a few days. He checks the time on his watch. Just one more minute…
Request: Hey, I love your truth or dare piece! I’ve seen so many writings about the girl discovering that Jonathan has taken pictures of her. I was wondering if you could write something about Jonathan Byers finding out that he , himself, has been the subject of another girl’s photos. Maybe they could get together in the end. Thank you so much anyways!!
You had a passion for the art of photography. Every little leaf, flower, cup of coffee, and the little things in life you cherished. However, you weren’t much for photographing people. That it, until you met Jonathan Byers.
Well… you didn’t really ‘meet’ him. One time you accidentally bumped into him when you were going into the darkroom to develop photos and he was coming out. He muttered a quick “oh–uh–sorry” before quickly heading home. It was at that moment you realized how handsome and photogenic Jonathan actually was.
Sadly, you didn’t have any classes with Jonathan so you could talk to him. You knew he wasn’t really much of a talker anyway. Eventually you began secretly taking photos of Jonathan after school or between classes when you were positive no one was looking. Luckily Jonathan never noticed. You had some really nice good-quality photos of him taking photos of whatever after school.
Jonathan did know who you were. Y/N L/N, a wannabe photographer such as himself. He did think you were quite beautiful. But he never saw how a girl like you could love a boy like him. You did love Jonathan, but of course he never knew that. Jonathan had always wanted to take your picture. But he could only imagine a terrible reaction from you if he could even bring up enough courage to ask you.
Jonathan would occasionally run into you in the darkroom now and then, but as soon as he walked in you would snatch your photos from the drying rack and rush out even if some of the photos were still wet. That basically screamed “Ew I don’t like you in the slightest” to Jonathan.
**Regular Perspective I Guess**
Today when you went into the darkroom to develop new photos, after you clipped them onto the drying rack you realized you had forgotten your science textbook in the classroom. Not exactly thinking, you left the room to go get it.
Leaving your photos on the drying rack.
Your science classroom was way on the other side of the school, so it was going to take you a good fifteen minutes to get there and back. Jonathan walked in at his usual time. He was a bit surprised that you weren’t there, but he just shrugged it off. He immediately began unpacking his camera, but something fairly interesting caught his eye.
When Jonathan saw your bag lying on the ground, he knew the photos were yours. He stood up and observed your photos. More than half of them were of him. Good photos, too, which he observed. There was one of him getting into his car, at his locker, and sitting on a bench in front of the high school reading a book. Why were you taking these photos of him? Did you think of him more than a peer? These were all questions rapidly flooding his mind. Jonathan was shocked that you had taken an interest in photographing him.
Suddenly, the door to the darkroom flung open and you stepped in. Once you saw Jonathan looking at your photos, you dropped your textbook on the ground and covered your mouth with your hands. You massaged your temples. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god…,” you muttered. “Jonathan, I–”
“Sor–wait what?” you didn’t believe what you had just heard. Or at least thought you heard.
“I said they’re beautiful. The photos you took. Of me. Well, I mean all of them are beautiful but I love the ones of me,” he blabbered on.
Your eyes widened in shock. “You… really think so? You don’t find them creepy?”
Jonathan shook his head. “No. Is it creepy that I’ve always wanted to take your picture since that time we bumped into each other?” His blush was hidden by the darkness of the room.
“Well I guess I have to say no after I invaded your privacy like that.”
“What? No! They’re not like… perverted photos or anything like that. Y/N, you just liked what you saw.”
You smiled and knit your eyebrows, looking confused yet amused. Jonathan quickly realized what he had said.
“That–that came out wrong…”
You smirked. “Did it though? Maybe I did like what I saw. A lot.”
Jonathan looked up at you. “What?”
You shrugged. “Jonathan, you’re pretty damn nice to look at. I wouldn’t have taken those photos if I thought otherwise.”
“You… like me… like that?” Jonathan said softly.
You nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do. Is that bad?” you asked a bit worriedly.
Jonathan’s eyes widened. “No! No, not bad at all. In fact… I’ve taken a liking to a particular girl as well.”
You grinned. “And who would that be?”
“Well, she’s standing right in front of me in the darkroom with lovely H/C hair, E/C eyes even though I can’t see her eyes so well with this lighting. Oh, and her name is Y/N.”
“Gee… I don’t think I’ve met her before,” you replied cheekily.
“And I’m thinking about asking her out a date in a few seconds. Do you think she would accept?” Jonathan said getting closer to you.
“I believe she would,” you answered and closed the space between the two of you by locking your lips to his.
Jonathan happily responded (this might have been his first kiss but he won’t tell) and wrapped and arm around your waist pulling you up against his body. You threw your arms around his neck and ran your fingers through his incredibly soft hair.
You both pulled away breathless.
“So… about that date?”
“How about tonight?”
“I’ll be there.”
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