In the library you would meet up with college!calum to study. And even though he was pretty popular and the head of his frat he still wanted to get good grades because, he was trying to get into med school. He had the rep of being a douche,but he was never liked that toward you in the library, he was always giggly and making jokes that would make you laugh a little too loud. so you would get shh’d by the people around you. Plus sometimes the two of you would go get ice cream after studying because Calum says, “its a reward for doing good.”
But after ice cream one day he asks you to go to a party with him, and you are kind of taken back. “You want me to go with you?” “I mean yeah. I’ll pick you up at nine.” He drives away before you could get it through your brain that he asked you to a party.
The two of you arrive at the party and before you can get out of the car, Cal leans over and grabs your hand. “Wait! Uh, before we go in, i just want to say that frat parties can be a bit wild and there’s a ton of people. So, wear this.” He takes the snapback he was wearing off and puts it on your head. You blush a little and Calum began nervously explaining, “You know, just so some creep doesnt try to hit on you because, you know, that’s my hat.” “So, are you ready to party?” You ask, while he wraps his arms around your waist leads you into the house.
Story time: I was a fearless child. Anytime my mother and I, on the way back or going to an Indian party, stopped at a convenience store for something, her face would pull in. She’d look down at her sari, her pure silk sari, with shame and ask me to go in and buy whatever we needed myself. I was fearless. I walked in with my glitz and my salwaar and I’d have no shame whatsoever. Because what right did they have, the general public in the store, to judge me? What right did they have to make my mother ashamed of herself?
And my mother would ask, “Are you okay?? Going in like this?” because she had forgotten how to wear her culture with pride in light of what people might think. So yeah,reclaim the motherfucking bindi, because westernization of Asian countries has more of a lasting impression than you think. Reclaim the bindi because white girls who wanna take our beauty without going through the rest of the prejudice we face are way out of line. Our culture is our own, and we need to be fearless.
Erwin Smith is a famous software engineer who vanishes under mysterious circumstances, leaving Levi, his husband and primary shareholder, to pick up where he left off.
One thing leads to another and he finds himself trapped in a game he and Erwin had been working on together where he meets the Program C.O.M.M.A.N.D.E.R, whom Levi mistakes for Erwin, and ends up imprisoned on the grid.
(The real Erwin’s still alive, he’s just missing an arm and really hairy)
IM SO HAPPY BC THE WEEK HIATUS WAS AT THE END ONLY FOUR DAYS :’’’’’D im so happy really (ノ°▽°)ノ *dances*
so i did this drawing based on the last update of eicinic ‘s auldthood au (๑´ㅂ`๑) its beautiful and it has so many details and the character’s desing (both externally and internally) is amazing, you all should pass by ( •̀ᄇ• ́)ﻭ✧