Adam is livid, yelling, not even bothering to say hello, how are you? Ronan holds his phone out, away from his ear and steps out onto the front porch. The sun is setting, dousing the fields in hazy, golden light. Ronan leans against the porch railing and listens, a small smirk twisting his lips.
“You don’t get to call me out on my language, Ronan Lynch!” Adam huffs, exasperated.
“So…what’s so fucking terrible about college boys, College Boy?”
Adam growls and Ronan hears a door being slammed, the dull pulse of music, laughter.
“Jackson and Darren brought their friends over to celebrate 420.”
Ronan grins, delighted. “Shit.”
“Yes, exactly. The entire suite smells like pot and they keep playing this god-awful music about getting tipsy and fucking girls. I swear to God, I am this close to reporting them to the RA.”
“I’m sorry, babe, that sucks.” Ronan pulls a slender joint out of the pocket of one of Adam’s old flannel shirts. Opal’s napping with Chainsaw and while he doesn’t make smoking a habit today is special. He sparks the tip and listens to Adam rant.
“And then,” Adam continues, really worked up, “Darren’s friend brought like three bottles of Fireball and they all started doing shots and playing some ridiculous drinking game. Like all this hella stupid shit and God, what am I even doing here, Ronan? College feels like such a joke sometimes.”
“Hella?” Ronan’s voice feels different in his throat, probably due to the smoke.
“Oh, shut up.”
Ronan laughs quietly and gets up to walk through the fields. The grass is cool against his bare feet.
“Gansey spoiled you for college life, Adam. You’re never going to meet anyone like him, no one who gets such a hard on for learning.”
Adam scoffs at hard on but he doesn’t try to deny it.
“I thought it would be better than this,” he says. There’s real sorrow and disappointment in his voice. Ronan hates that Adam is gone, but even more he hates that Adam is unhappy.
“It will be,” Ronan says. “You just gotta find your tribe, man. Go to the library and find your fellow nerds. Study with them and forget about your fucking roommates.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Adam mutters. “It’s just, I’m paying to live in that room and I can’t even be in there right now.”
Ronan takes another hit, holding it in, enjoying the buzz building. Everything feels nice and lazy.
“I know,” he replies, his words drifting dreamily from his mouth. “But things’ll get better. You can move off campus next year, right? And you’ll start your classes in your major…it’ll work out.”
Adam doesn’t say anything for a while. Ronan can sense him stewing, thinking.
“How do you know so much about how college works?” Adam finally demands.
“Shit, I may live in the country but I do read, Adam.”
Adam snorts. “More like watched every season of some stupid college show.”
“Yeah, that too,” Ronan agrees easily. He’s walking by the cows, offering pats and scratching behind ears. The animals nuzzle against him, nearly knocking him over. “Anyways, I can kick Jackson’s ass the next time I visit. That dude is overdue.”
Adam laughs for real. “Yes, he is. Darren’s alright, most of the time.”
“Mmhmm,” Ronan hums. The house looks so good from the fields, the lights in the windows glowing welcome. The swallows dip and dive above the many barns, heading to their nests for the night. Fireflies rise from the tall grass, drawn to Ronan the way all his dream things are.
“Miss you,” Ronan says softly. It’s true. He never knew how hard long distance would be, how much it would hurt.
“Miss you, too,” Adam responds, and the irritation is gone from his voice, replaced by longing.
“Come home soon, okay?” Ronan holds his breathe, waiting. The sun goes down behind the trees.
“I will,” Adam promises. “Give Opal a hug for me, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t kill your roommates, or, don’t get caught.”
A small laugh. “I never get caught.”
After Adam hangs up Ronan lays down in the field, small mice scurrying up to see if he has crumbs, the deer nosing out of the woods to settle down near him. Opal is making a racket looking for him, Chainsaw calling. Ronan finishes off his joint, watching the smoke rise into the air. He makes a finger gun and shoots it at the sky. He lets the smoke mellow him out, removing the sting of Adam’s absence, and the lingering sorrow for all that’s been lost. For now it’s a beautiful evening and his College Boy is coming home, not now, but soon.
Hhhmmm...I'm just imagining the DAI companions reacting to a Teenage Inquisitor being kidnapped and how they were rescued (lol, just read the one where the DAI companions reactions to a normal age Inquisitor being captured, so I'm curious). Keep up the good work! Both you and Mod Sarah are awesome!
Cassandra: Maker help anyone who gets in her way. Provided she knows where they are, she’ll kill anyone she finds where they’re being held. No one can stop her. When she finds the shaken but very much alive Inquisitor, she pulls them up and looks them over for injuries, then just stands, hands on their shoulders, and staring at them. Finally, she lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank the Maker you’re alright…”
Blackwall: He blames himself; he thinks maybe if he had been more vigilant, this wouldn’t have happened. He throws himself into battle to save them with no reservation, and comes out of the fray more battered than the Inquisitor is. Even so, he rushes up to them and frees them. “Are you alright?” he asks repeatedly. “Maker’s tits, you gave us all a heart attack! You’re absolutely sure you’re okay?”
Iron Bull: Death and destruction befalls whoever took the Herald. A trail of corpses is left in his wake as he hurries to rescue the Inquisitor. Once he finds them, they peer up at him, covered in blood, but all he does is grin broadly, pick them up, and pull them into a rib-crushing hug. They groan and might complain about the blood, but he just grins toothily. “Glad to see you’re alright, Imekari.”
Sera: She throws an absolute shit-fit when she finds out, and when she finds out where they are, she grabs anyone she can and heads out immediately. Arrows upon arrows fly through the kidnappers. As soon as she sees the Inquisitor, battered but alive and intact, she practically pounces on them with a hug. “Don’t scare me like that again. Please.” she demands.
Varric: He’s encountered kidnapping and hostage situations before, and they’re among his least favorite problems to handle, especially when the Inquisitor is the one taken. It’s a situation he knows well enough that the best thing to do is remain calm and plan carefully how to approach the situation, and with the others, fights his way through to them and rescues them. He checks them over before finally patting them on the back and offering a reassuring smile. “We’re here; you’re safe now. Come on, let’s get you out of here.”
Cole: He knows where they are, and he knows who did it. He moves quickly and silently, appearing out of nowhere and stabbing whoever is in the way, and he follows the Inquisitor’s fears right to them. He feels their relief at the sight of him, and he smiles, daggers dripping blood, a man gargling on his own blood on the ground behind him. “You’re safe now. I’m happy to see you, too.” he greets cheerfully.
Dorian: The man insists on going with whichever companions head out to rescue them, and fights dirty and with little restraint. The whole time, his mind and heart are overtaken with worry and fear, and he takes it out in the form of risen kidnappers turning upon their own fellows. When he finds the Herald, he runs to them, helping them up, looking them over to ensure they’re not seriously hurt, before letting out a heavy sigh of relief and smiling at them, fighting back tears. “Come along, now,” he urges gently, “let’s get you out of this dreadful place.”
Solas: His heart clenches in fear, and as soon as he knows where they are, he takes off without waiting for the others. The Inquisitor, the da’len, is his responsibility, bearing his mark, and he would not tolerate anyone threatening them or endangering them. The Herald is somewhat startled by the calmness with which he kills all of the kidnappers, as if it is but a chore. His heart lifts at the sight of them. “Da’len,” he greets quietly, “are you harmed?”
Vivienne: Like Leliana, she handles it calmly, hiding whatever worry bubbles inside away. Cole may try to bring it up, but she shuts him down quickly and keeps working. A trail of frozen corpses is left in her wake as she approaches the Inquisitor. “My dear, were you hurt?” she asks as she begins examining them, healing any wounds she finds. They say no, and she lets out a quiet breath as she escorts them out, promising them a warm meal and a hot bath to soothe their nerves.
Leliana: The Inquisitor is back within a few hours, escorted by Leliana’s agents, and they’re battered and wide-eyed and shaken, but alive. She smiles calmly as they come back into Skyhold, and comes to visit them. “Welcome back,” she greets, “I trust my agents got you out in a timely fashion?”
Josephine: She panics the most. In spite of Leliana’s reassurances that her agents are on the case and that they’ll be back within a few hours, she finds it difficult to work. All of her terrified thoughts go to the Inquisitor. As soon as the Herald arrives back in Skyhold, she bolts out of her office to meet them, pulling them into a hug if they allow it. “I was worried sick!” she cries. “Are you alright? Do you need anything? Food? A warm bath? Did they hurt you? Let me help you however I can!”
Cullen: His reaction is to send about a hundred soldiers to rescue them. Leliana has to talk him down, saying that a subtle– and stealthy– hand was needed for this, lest the kidnappers see his forces coming and take off with the Herald in tow. He grouchily and reluctantly relents, though he has some soldiers hang back as backup. He can be see pacing the battlements, waiting for their return. He runs to meet them as soon as they appear in sight.
Today’s post is dedicated to small children. Because, when they’re not screaming, they say some of the best things and honestly just make my day.
1. A little girl and her father came through my line. He was buying fresh sushi, and asked her if she was sure she didn’t want any of her own. The girl gasped, horror-struck. Girl: “Sushi is made out of GOLDFISH, daddy!” Man: “No it’s not, honey, I swear. It’s made out of fish from the sea. Your goldfish came from a pet store.” Girl: “Fish from the sea…. LIKE NEMO AND DORY?!?!?!?” Man: “No, honey, I swear, not Nemo and Dory–”
The little girl then looked up at me with wide, tear-filled eyes, and whispered: “My daddy is a monster.”
(I had to cough to cover my laughter).
2. A woman was pushing three little boys around in the main basket of her cart. An older gentlemen asked the boys humorously, “So what aisle did she find you fellows in?” One little boy bellowed back, “THE PREGNANT AISLE!”
3. Every now and then a little kid comes through clutching a toy that their parents are buying them and are so excited about it that they don’t want to let it go for even a minute for you to scan it. And as soon as you do scan it, they want it back in their hands again, bag be damned. And I completely understand—I remember being the same way as a child.
But I really wasn’t expecting the same response with a little girl and a bottle of toothpaste. As soon as it was scanned, she victoriously snatched it back up and clutched it close to her chest, caressing the box lightly with her fingertips.
Her mother just smiled fondly. “It’s her favorite brand.”
4. As I was ringing up a family’s groceries, one little girl complained to her mother about being “hungry enough to eat pig.”
Her mother responded, “Honey, I think you mean pork.”
The little girl muttered cryptically, “Not if you eat the whole animal.”
5. “Potatoes are my favorite vegetable!” one little boy exclaimed as I rung up his father’s bag of potatoes. I could already tell by the light in the father’s eyes that he saw this as a Teachable Moment ™, which was confirmed when he said, “No son, potatoes are actually tubers.”
The boy screamed, “SO WE’VE BEEN EATING CANCER??!?!?!?!?!”
Description:Gryffindor’s star seeker is in danger of being disqualified from participating in their upcoming match against Slytherin due to his less than stellar grade in potions. You’re forced into tutoring him… however you didn’t know that would entail the two of you being at the library, after hours, underneath an invisibility cloak, where you quickly learn that quidditch isn’t the only thing Kim Taehyung excels in.
You felt yourself racing down the corridors as the thoughts
of today’s lesson fueled the excitement in your steps. Professor Snape was
going to be showing your class how to concoct wolfsbane potion. The thought of being
able to reduce the madness that comes along with lycanthropy pumping excitement
throughout your entire body—which in hindsight is probably how you managed to
run smackdab into the wolf himself; Kim Taehyung.
Your vision flicked upwards, locking onto the obvious smirk
of his lips as his hands made their way to your sides as he steadied your body.
You immediately roll your eyes as you throw away any attempt at the fake
apology you were going to issue him. You swiftly grab his arms, yanking them
from your sides, before shooting him a venomous glare.
<b>Yugi:</b> "Cuddle party!"<p/><b>Yusaku:</b> "Cuddle wha...?"<p/><b></b> *Yami, Jaden, Yusei, Yuma and Yuya immediately shows up and cuddled Yusaku. Yugi later joins in*<p/><b>Yusaku:</b> "Why me?" *said with a embarrassing look*<p/></p>
A/N: This jealous Jacob request has been sitting on my list since forever and I am so sorry.
I don’t write Jacob as a angry jealous guy. I think he’s more of a “feeling sorry for myself” kinda jealous.
**this is from his POV
Words: 1,490 Warnings: None. it’s pretty much fluff..
She was, by far, the prettiest woman Jacob had ever laid
eyes on in his two decades of life. He saw her every day, he had to since they were working together. How he longed to tell her
how he felt but there was always a voice in the back of his head repeating: “Don’t allow personal feelings to compromise
I don’t know if this idea has been done before, but my idea of an ‘aliens think humans are weird’ thing.
Aliens understand the basics of human cinema and media, at some levels it’s meant to provide enrichment and entertainment in different measures.
Instructors show those under their tutelage video productions meant to enrich and educate them in a way that engages them. Perhaps it brings in knowledge that the teachers themselves may be unable to articulate properly, as it would need an expert in a subject they themselves are not well versed in. This is understandable.
There are some humans whose whole careers revolve around producing video content meant to entertain and elicit enjoyment from other humans. This is also understandable. It is meant to produce laughter and smiles, which in turn helps humans release positive hormones which affect their mood and chemical constitution in beneficial ways.
However, there are some pieces which they are unable to understand why humans would wish to produce and consume such pieces of media for any purpose. No matter how hard they try.
Fleet Admiral Smirnov and her mate derive enjoyment from curling up together in the main recreation center and watching films depicting two humans engaging in courtship before forming a romantic bond. They have been together for over ten bi-lunar cycles, they are in no need of instruction of how to form such bonds. And they claim they know how to work through difficulties in their relationship. So it is unlikely they use it as a manual for resolving conflicts.
A few members of the non-human crew are slightly unnerved that the humans seem to have media revolving around other humans being injured, mutilated, or even killed in ways of escalating gruesomeness and - quite frankly - medical improbability. To a variety of responses. While those such as Medical Officers Gonzalez and Jones simply appear bored and comment snidely on the medical inaccuracies, others such as Terminal Technician DiAngelo and Warp Engineer Balewa look vaguely unnerved and sick and tend to avoid the room when such things are in play. While still others like Flora and Fauna Study Scientists Aberman and Sabola actually laugh at these productions. None of their fellow humans seem to find this odd or unnerving, and none of your non-human crew’s observations deem either of them to exhibit traits which one might associate with a desire to see their fellow human crew members harmed for amusement. (Outside the normal human parameters of taking amusement in the superficial misfortunes of others, of course).
Variety is usually the case here, unless the media in question exhibits humans mostly getting knocked around and getting up from injuries which should have much harsher effects as if hey were nothing. In such a case, all of the humans watching will normally be laughing.
There are media examples which seem to revolve around humans going through supernatural experiences involving the deceased or other monsters of their legends or imaginations. They are asked time and time again why they would watch something which makes their heart race so, or which makes them afraid of going anywhere in the ship’s halls alone in the dark for a while after. They answer that they enjoy being frightened by these things for fun. All others are perplexed.
Or even the films which seem solely intent on causing the audience to release liquid from their eyes. Usually by unfortunate events occurring, or the deaths of one or more of the characters in a dramatic and unfortunate fashion. While some are immune to these types of films, more than one new non-human medical recruit has been left baffled when, after attempting to assist a human exhibiting what is meant to be a textbook sign of pain, are told that they are fine and have no injuries that need treating. Perhaps it makes sense as a way for humans to release emotions for therapeutic reasons? But honestly, most of the rest of the crew agree that it’s just. Humans.