Good news- the small child was perfectly enchanted by her mermaid surprise unlike the first mermaid party I did where the birthday girl wanted to be as FAR AWAY FROM THE MERMAID AS POSSIBLE
they wheeled me out on a desk chair which was pretty hilarious but actually worked a lot better than a Throne of Dads
and then omfg to get me in the pool
they put me in one of those disability chairs that you sit in and it sloooooowly lowers you into the pool
so I just sat in it, princess-waving for a full 5 minutes while I’m majestically lowered into the water. hilarious
Unlike the last party I actually was SWIMMING the whole time! They plopped me right into the deep end and I paddled around with the kids (who had floaties on and were swimming with their parents). Birthday girl was more than happy to show Marina the Mermaid how she can dunk her head in the water and jump off the side into her mom’s arms (she had just turned 4). Super cute.
I really didn’t intend that last post to be my, uh, last post? I got so sick that I ended up in the hospital for a bit, and I wasn’t really in any state to make another post for a while. i’m not 100% better, sorry to say. They still don’t know what’s causing all the problems, but hey, I can move around again so that’s good.
But, yeh, hi. I’ll be around a bit. Mostly trying to catch up on things and try not to freak out about lack of funds. But I’ll have some doodles up, maybe?
I hope you guys are doing okay, and sorry for being absent for so long.
Lena had always loved to learn. Finding and retaining information, grasping complex theories and practical applications were what she was good at. It was how she managed to graduate high school at twelve, college at fifteen. She was twenty four with a masters in electronics and communications engineering and technological entrepreneurship, not to mention her degrees in computer sciences and biomedical engineering.
So when Lena realised that there was a chance that her best friend’s superpowers had a downside, she did what Lena does best.
Request: Can you write a scenario for Yoongi about him been jealous bc he convince you to go out with another friend and he keeps watching your social media updates regretting not spending that time with you, the end is your choice!!
Genre: Fluff / Romance.
Maybe you had arrived a bit too early at the party. Seeing what you had around, you had to admit it didn’t even look like one.
You were on the ninth floor inside someone’s apartment, and although there was good music sounding you couldn’t really tell this was a party, at least not like you had imagined to be. There weren’t more than fifteen people counting yourself, no one was dancing and everyone was at the very awkward part in which guys talked amongst themselves and girls sat together analyzing everything.
Some of the boys were starting to serve drinks for everyone so you were hopeful that the alcohol would put a bit of fun into the place.
You knew a few people there, one of your friends, Jungkook, was talking with the other boys near the window, some of the girls you knew, but you didn’t want to sit just yet. But the person who had invited you and who was the reason you had come to this so called party wasn’t around. You were starting to fear Yoongi had decided to sleep in and not show up, wouldn’t be the first time.
Tonight you wanted it to be different, you knew it was going to be. Yoongi and you had been going around back and forth with flirtatious conversations, playful smiles, grazing your bodies like it was innocent touches, teasing each other until it felt painful.
You had the biggest crush on him and you were almost certain he felt the same for you. He invited you to go out with him and his friends, even if you shared some of them he didn’t have to do that, but Yoongi did it anyways saying that going out was worth it if he could watch you getting tipsy at the first drink. It was a ridiculous joke, more so considering he was the lightweight, but you could read between lines and knew he just wanted to go if you were going too. But even if the attraction between you was almost palpable, neither of you had said anything and honestly you hoped it was him saying something first.
So today you had decided to look extra hot to give him a bit of an incentive, you were wearing white shorts just long enough to not be vulgar, a big loose regal blue blouse that left your back and your collarbones exposed, a graceful cut that was both chic but sexy, on your feet you went for your classy black heels that didn’t fail any outfit.
You arranged your hair on a side for your back to be on display, now you only had to wait for Yoongi, to knock him out with this look. You were smirking a little thinking about it, just when you felt something incredibly cold being pressed to your back.
You jumped, letting out a little gasp and almost falling, so you turned around rather ungracefully to find Yoongi snickering in front of you, two cups on his hands. You bit your inner cheek in both annoyance and embarrassment, so much for looking hot. You almost made a fool of yourself.
-I couldn’t help it- he said as an apology, but with a smug expression that said he wasn’t sorry at all, he extended one cup to you.
You were going to refute and demand what was wrong with him just before noticing the look on his eyes as they roamed around you. Perhaps everything wasn’t lost after all.
I have a huge soft spot for Rin and Kakashi, but Obito is my precious baby. I feel like the manga mishandled him at times, but whatever, that does not change the person he revealed himself to be throughout the series. I have spent a lot of time pondering the dynamics between these three and their individual personalities and I will try to be objective, but my views on Obirin
are inevitably colored by my personal interpretation of them.
2) The facts:
Obirin was never unquestionably confirmed in canon. One-sided Obirin (or unrequited Obirin on Obito’s part) was unquestionably confirmed in canon. Mind the distinction. These facts are more or less set in stone and the lack of indisputable confirmation does not make the ship incompatible with canon.
It is very, very difficult to hide any extracurricular
activities when you’re being monitored by a bodyguard all the time. But
Adrien Agreste has always been good at slipping away unnoticed- or so he
As it turns out, the Gorilla is far more perceptive than Adrien gave him credit for.
One of the things that the Gorilla learned within a week of becoming the younger Agreste’s bodyguard was that the boy had quite a knack for vanishing out from under people’s noses, even when it should have been nearly impossible. He could somehow get out of a second-story room when someone was watching the single door, he could vanish from a photoshoot even when there were a dozen people around all paying attention to him, and he could disappear in an open room when his caretakers had only taken their eyes off of him for fifteen seconds. In short, Adrien had escaping down to an art.
The Gorilla suspected that that was why the previous bodyguard had quit, just out of sheer frustration and stress.
It didn’t seem to matter much where Adrien was, or what security precautions there were in place. The boy was creative and could plan out his dashes for unsupervised freedom without much trouble at all. The Gorilla personally suspected that if Adrien had less free time during which he could dream up escape routes there would be much less of a problem, but he wasn’t about to suggest that. The boy didn’t need any more of his life scheduled out for him than he already did. The Gorilla would simply have to deal with the constant disappearances and do his best not to bring the boy’s escapes to Mr. Agreste’s attention when it wasn’t important. It was a far better idea to simply hop in the car and search the streets until they could find Adrien and bring him back.
private fears in public places // front porch step, little bird // ed sheeran, hold onto me // mayday parade, the last thing we’ll ever do // saywecanfly, to see you alive // flatsound, jim bogart // the front bottoms, lullaby // front porch step, i wanna be yours // arctic monkeys, angels // the xx, dandelion necklace // saywecanfly
On paper, he was her student and she was his teacher - a simple sentence that anyone could dissect. We have our two subjects, two objective pronouns, a verb, two direct objects, an indirect object, a preposition and a conjunction. But if we focus in and read between the lines of this grammatical hoo-ha, we find three words making up a sentence that rings louder than any old high school bell itself: She was his.
And boy was she…
It’s a Wednesday: the savior of the week, the promise of the end of the week and most of all, when Freeman High School’s finest English teacher, Ms. Amari Harper, gets to see her friends.
Ms. Amari Harper was no ordinary teacher; she was the best in the county and the state. She repeatedly won the English Teacher’s Association award easily each year and was adored by parents. These people would pay to have their students moved to her class. She stood 5’ 8” in her heels, which she wore periodically, mostly for fashion, never for comfort. Thick brown waves cascaded down her back with auburn streak running through it like a winding stream. Her toasted almond eyes shined like embers right through anyone who caught her gaze.
“Ugh, how can a person do such a thing! And to their student?” Ms. Harper spoke to her friends in disgust as they huddled around her computer screen in the teacher’s longue. Her brown eyes glared at the large bolded letter jutted out from the screen.
Virginia public school teacher charged in the sexual assault of her 16 year old male student.
“I mean, how could you betray a child’s trust like that?” she fumed from her chair.
“What are you ladies fussing about? Not about that poor teacher being dragged about on TV and now online?” Mr. Tony Vega, the computer science teacher, trudged to the ladies’ small table.
He had a firm build for a man in his mid 30s and was relatively trimmed, but that was always hidden under thick black frames, his cream sweaters, gray creased slacks and dress shirts he was famous for sporting on a daily basis. If there was a geek of the week award, it was always his.
But of course his style was all a show to one day grab the attention of Ms. Harper, one day.
“Poor teacher?!” Maria exclaimed.
“Yes, I said it, Maria.” Mr. Vega stood defiantly; his body language challenging the younger science teacher to a duel.
“What about that poor adolescent boy?” she wrinkled his eyebrows in suspicion.
“Who’s to say the kid didn’t seduce her? If you’ve been doing your research, you’ll find her exact testament here.” He pulled out his newspaper, opening it and shoving it in the defensive teachers faces, hiding his face so that the only part of him visible was his short sandy brown locks. He tapped twice to the spot on the page. “Paragraph six.”
Leyla snatched the multi-shade gray paper from his hands, digging into the section labeled VA Pubic Schools too quick to judge? “Of course she’d say that! She’s saving her tail!” The underclassman history teacher uttered in distaste.
He pulled his paper back in his grasp. “I tell you, these high school kids are Slick. Little. Frisky. Eels.” He emphasized dramatically. “You’d have to chop their heads off before they catch a break.” He waddled across the room waving his hands in and out to mimic the slippery sea creatures.
“But she still made the choice to accept his advances. If that were me, I’d squash it right there.” Ms. Harper stated firmly, cutting her hand in mid air to mimic Mr. Vega’s flare for the dramatics.
“Well, Ms. Harper, not every teacher is as responsible and well-minded as you.” He flashed her his best smile.
“Yeah, Amari, let these kids know who’s boss!” She shook her fist in the air.
He cut his eyes at look at her, “Right Vegas?”
“It’s Ve-ga, Leyla. No ‘s’.” He spit out at her as he rolled his eyes.
“I’ll see you in a bit, Ms. Harper.” He acknowledged the other teachers with a glance over his glasses and trotted out the door.
She nodded back at him; part of her dreading to go to her room, which was cater-cornered to the computer lab. He’d frequently pop his head in the room to speak with her; make small talk here and there. Even though Ms. Harper’s made it very clear that she was happily dating a boyfriend of 3 years, it didn’t seem to faze him.
“Well, forget these kids, we know who has his eyes on you, Amari.” Maria said snickered.
Ms. Harper ignored Maria’s banter.
“Ms. Harper, oh Ms. Harper you’re so responsible!” Leyla mimicked, walking about the room with the newspaper in her hand.
“And don’t forget, well-minded!” Maria joined in as the two teachers burst out in laughter.
“Stop!” Ms. Harper laughed out as she trying to gain her composure.
“Seductive.” Leyla looked in shock. “Can you believe him? I mean… these kids seductive? Yeah right!” She leaned back as she laughed in her seat, hitting Maria’s arm.
“I don’t know now. What if Vegas has a point?”
“Amari, imagine one of these kids has a crush on you like…” she paused to think, “like, Jay Braden for instance, getting fresh with you.”
Ms. Harper turned from her computer. “Of all the students imaginable, you pick him?”
“Oh you mean the junior that follows her around like a puppy?” Maria practically shouted into laughter. “He follows you around, the cute little thing.”
“He’s hopeless!” Maria laughed.
“Let’s be honest Amari, the boy likes you. Maybe even more ole Vegas!” Leyla joked.
Ms. Harper narrowed her eyes at her friends. “Leyla, that’s disturbing.”
“That’s what I’m saying. Could you just picture someone like him coming onto you?” she asked her honestly.
Ms. Harper sighed. “Well, I don’t put anything pass these kids-”
“Oh please, stop standing up for Vegas! Jay Braden? That’s plain innocence there. All the boy wants to do is wash your chalkboard and organize your files. They need more young men like him around here if you ask me.” Leyla looked to Maria for backup.
Maria nodded in agreement. “Have you taken a look at him, Amari, or are you too busy filling his head with knowledge? He’s the smiting image of a human baby Labrador. With his long hair and baby blue eyes. That little thing wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
“He means well. He has to be one of the most caring kids in his class.” Ms. Harper thought out loud. “I could never imagine him even yelling at someone. When you put it that way, I guess you’re right.”
“You know I’m right. It’s the teacher’s fault all the way.” Leyla insisted with her hands on her hips.
“Here, here!” Maria rolled her newspaper and smacked it against he table, like a judge’s gavel.
“You win. You win!” Ms. Harper conceded.
“I always do!” Leyla retorted.
The young teachers bantered, filling the room with their laughter before the first warning bell rang and they were off to their separate worlds of academia for the rest of the day.
Ms. Harper sat at her desk with her red pen in hand, making corrections to English papers from her sophomore class. Another day. Another Wednesday. Nothing new.
Time was on her hands since Benjamin Short brushed off tutoring for the third week in a row- something she wasn’t too upset about because she had free time, but still, it disappointed her. She cared so deeply for the well-being of her students. Not to mention she held one of the best reputations as an English teacher. Winning best English teacher in the county last year for the third time in a row. Students lined up just to take her class.
She shook her head as she thought about Ben and decided to contact his parents tomorrow. To give her mind a break, she reached across her desk to snag her favorite honey roasted peanuts. She popped the salty-sweet morsels in her mouth and stopped suddenly to check the time on the clock.
That’s odd. She thought to herself. Jay should be here by now.
Jay Braden was always on time for his tutoring sessions with Ms. Harper. If anything, he was always early – 7 minutes to be exact. Five minutes dedicated to staring at Ms. Harper as she tutor Benjamin and that final two to pretend he wasn’t. He wouldn’t dare miss a moment to be alone with Ms. Harper, which was something he valued so much.
Ms. Harper could always rely on Jay to be paying attention. As she looks out to a sea of bored students, she’d look over at him, to see if he was paying attention. And he always was.
Her eyes flashed back to the clock.
She fidgeted in her chair, tapping her red pen against her wooden desk as worry started to wash over her.
Then the door finally opened, but she couldn’t see anyone there. Only a voice, “Ms. Harper?”
She knew it was him. “Jay, come in. I was getting worried.”
“Actually, I think I’ll have to miss tutoring today.” He spoke from behind the door.
She stood up concerned, “Why not? Come on in, so I can hear you.” She insisted in.
Jay slowly revealed himself as he stepped in the classroom. His long hair that usually trailed down his back hung disheveled covering half of his face. He kept his head down, trying to hide from her.
Ms. Harper frowned in confusion as she stared at her student. There was something different about his clothes, too. She noticed a tear in his t-shirt and a wide rip in the side of his jeans. Her eyes grew large.
“Jay, look at me.”
He pushed his long locks from his face to reveal his bruised and battered face as locking his baby blue eyes on hers.
Among his several cuts Ms. Harper noticed the large red bruise on his right cheek and soon found the scrape on his chin, oozing bright red blood. Whatever he got himself into, it just transpired.