I’m going out for lunch with my friend, even though I went out for a meal with my family last night. Even though I’ve planned my meals and snacks for today and this wasn’t part of it. Even though she only asked me an hour ago. Even though I haven’t been to this restaurant in a very long time. Even though I’m scared. I’m doing it, because life is too short. I’m really starting to get the hang of this whole “recovery” thing.
A Fanfic written by my 13 year old sister. Evan Hansen
;pairing: Evan x Reader
the things in parentheses are things my sister actually said while writing this, I am typing for her.
warnings: none for fucksake shes thirteen. actually she swears like a sailor.
You were sitting at lunch talking to your friend Eliza, Eliza said to you “So have you talked to Evan yet?”
“Not yet. I’m waiting for him to make a move.”
“for fucksakes y/n hes too shy to actually say anything to, because we all know hes head over heels in love with you” (im gonna use that saying because why the fuck not)
you sighed underneath your breath ( i think thats-) because you knew she was right.Eliza continues to talk to her sister (me: where did her sisters come from? 13yo: where the fuck do you think)
“Angelica, Peggy” then Eliza whispers into Y/n’s ear “he’s TOTALLY coming over here to talk to you.” as Evan nervously walks up to your table. you start to turn pink. Evan quietly says
“hi y/n” Evan is now as well blushing (angry sigh* this is going to be awful) Evan handed you a piece of paper.it was folded very neatly you took a very deep breath before opening it. Peggy, Eliza and Angelica at the same time, all looked over your shoulder and started to giggle. (WHAT IF JARED WAS MY OLDER BROTHER. THAT WOULD BE COOL! ELLIE STOP! ELLIE DONT PUT THAT! SERIOUSLY! I SWEAR TO GOD IM GONNA STOP!)
she opens the piece of paper and scans over it, the paper says “do you wanna go out with me? yes or no” with two check boxes.You look for a pencil in your back pack. you grabbed a pencil and check yes. you run over to Evans table blushing like crazy and so excited, where Jared your “older brother” is sitting right next to Evan. you try to hand the paper to Evan before Jared hesitantly snatches it out of your hand at the same time you yelled “jared stop give it back!”
he reads over the letter piece of paper and looks at Evan (put piece of paper not letter. Ellie stop! dont put that! angry sigh* ohmygod this isnt gonna go viral, youre such an asshole.)
“you’re crushing on my lil sis?”
evan said nothing but just stared at his sandwich. (me: how does he feel about the Sandwich? 13yo: shut the fuck up.) he thinks his mom makes the best ham and cheese sandwiches ever. you quickly say
“yes and im crushing on him too!” (under her breath* so fuck off) Jared just sighs and kinda gets out of your conversation. you quickly take the paper from him and hand it to Evan. you quickly run baCK to your table giggling and blushing with your friends, you watch carefully with your friends as Evan opens the piece of paper. youve never seen him so happy in your whole life. (well no, you havent know him his whole life so - no Ellie! stop! dont write THAT! I swear- fuck you)
A/N from the 13 year old: Thanks for reading, my sisters an asshole.
When I was in eighth grade, my middle school French class took a trip to Québec City. My school was in the whitest part of whitest Connecticut and I had moved there a few years before from Atlanta. You can imagine the Izod-style culture shock I went through.
In any case, we were up in Québec City in February, for some awful reason. Probably because the prices were cheapest for hotels, I don’t know. I do remember it was cold and windy and snowed a lot.
I was a pretty geeky kid, unsurprisingly. I read Star Wars expanded universe novels during the morning reading period. I had disappeared into fantasy worlds after my brother died a few years before, just months after we moved to New England. Since my brother had died and I was a new kid, no one really knew how to be my friend. Some people were nice to me for awhile, but most ignored my existence.
One of the few people who took pity on me was the daughter of my church’s minister, who was in the same year as me. She’d invite me to eat lunch with her and her friends, even though I could tell her friends did not want me there.
Despite growing up speaking French, I was placed in introductory French – and never moved, because there was so much going on with my brother’s accident and eventual death that no one really bothered with my education. Thankfully, my French teacher was kind and would let me help lead the spoken French bits in class. This one boy liked to hang out after class and would mock me after I left, pinching his nose and doing his best “make fun of the French” accent. He liked to make my life hell in other ways, like stealing homework, tearing pages out of schoolbooks, or shoving my shoulder whenever he “bumped” me in the hallway. I had dealt with worse bullying before, so I mostly just tried to ignore him. His was never very serious, but it was constant.
In any case, I asked these girls I ate lunch with if I could room with them on this trip. I did not want to be randomly assigned somewhere. They grudgingly agreed to it.
Once we got to Québec, things changed. Our teachers told us we were allowed to explore the city in small groups and we were to use French only when interacting with shopkeepers and the like. Well, the girls I was rooming with quickly realized I was the only student in our class who actually spoke French. I helped my roommates order things at bakeries and make change and navigate around the city. Word quickly spread and by the end of the first day, several classmates came to me for phrases they could use.
On the second day of this trip, we were all supposed to meet up in this square in the old city at a particular time after being allowed to wander for a few hours. My group turned up a few minutes early and a group of boys – with my favorite harasser – was already there. The boys were clearly planning some kind of prank; there was a lot of stifled laughing and looking our way. The harasser came over to our group. He asked me how to say, “Are you my mother?”
Well, for those who don’t know:
“Es-tu ma mère?” means “Are you my mother?”
“Es-tu ma merde?” means “Are you my shit?”
Can you guess which one I told him? He had never paid attention in class, so to his ears (and the ears of our classmates), it sounded right. And no one would ever suspect quiet, mousy, geeky me of any shenanigans.
He went up to a stranger and asked her if she was his shit just as one of our teachers came around the corner. He got hauled by his ears, the teacher apologizing profusely to the woman while simultaneously scolding my harasser. Kid immediately tried to blame it on me but his protestations were immediately dismissed. The teacher did check with everyone, but no one had heard the difference in the language used so backed up my version of events.
He had detention for the rest of the trip and was not allowed to participate in any of the activities. He had to sit on the bus and write an essay.
He was far more cautious about being an a**hole to me in the future.
Okay, are you ready for this? Don’t say I never treat you. Do you guys, right now, want some fan service? Do you want me to just give the people what they want? … Okay, you’re not ready for this, you’re not ready for this. Are you ready? You’re just gonna die. You’re not ready for this. Okay, this is going to be insane. You’re not ready for this. So we were out having lunch with our friend Laura and then I had to go meet up with my mum, who was in town, because I left my denim jacket at their house over Christmas - boring. And I went outside in just [the weed jumper] and this is really cold, right? ‘Cause when the wind blows and such and it’s been really warm in London recently but I went out and it was like freezing and I had to go walk for like twenty minutes to meet my mum, so you know what I did? While Phil was going home and I was going for a walk? I asked Phil if I could borrow his coat and I DID. Holy shit. So for twenty minutes today, I was wearing Phil’s coat. That-that… I mean, don’t say I never do anything for you. Okay? Don’t say… don’t say I don’t give the trash cans what they want. Don’t say I’m too busy acknowledging what the casual viewers and the calm people that don’t like crazy people, that leaves comments on my videos saying ‘Dan, this doesn’t represent me. I’m a normal person. I really don’t like watching these danisnotonfire videos where you're crying all the time. I feel like it’s too intense. We’re not all like that.’ You know, so there you go. I mean honestly.
Okay so I just wanted to keep a track record on how many damn parallels Julie is giving us this season with Isaks…because this isn’t her being lazy and doing what makes people happy….noooo this is her setting us up for something we will not be ready for. So for us to work out what that is going to be, it might be easier if we look at what exactly has been paralleled so far with Isak’s season.
1. The Intro
Season 3 and season 4 are the only two seasons to start out by using the same powerful concept of introducing our mains current world with flashes of images of things that are happening everywhere that are connected and actually have an impact on the mains story very much. It shows how important everything that happened around us can be to our own personal small individual worlds. That just because it hasn’t happened to you, doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter, that is doesn’t effect you or have a connection to who you are and what you’re going through. And Both Isak and Sana’s seasons show us this in the first minutes of their story.
2. Group Dynamics
In both seasons we have gotten a similar scene with Sana/Isak, eating lunch while their friends discuss sex which makes both mains feel alienated and uncomfortable within the group. We see how different they both feel within their group dynamics and this feeling of never being able to “fit in”. This parallel almost sets up that Isak and Sana are both in a similar mind set. The feeling of not being able to connect with the people close to them.
3. The heartbreak party scene
This parallel was way too similar. The mains both see their love interest with someone else which both hurts and prompts them to question everything they have felt and seen so far.
4. The Crush Stalking in Biology
I don’t think I need to say much on this one because oh my god this whole clip was a repeat of Isak’s biology clip. Even from the title we go from ‘Even’ to ‘Yousef’, the setting, Mikael, even Isak interrupts Sana just like Sana interrupted Isak. This was a very blatant parallel and I feel like this is Julie’s way of making sure that we know these parallels and repeats are in no way a ‘coincidence’ there’s a purpose and I am so keen to see what it is.
5. “I’ll fix it”
So when we go back to Isak’s season the drama all starts with Isak losing Mahdi’s weed. we get this conflict when Mahdi tells him it’s 1000 kroner and Isak tries to calm him by affirming to him that he well “fix it” and thus this is how he ends up getting blackmailed by Sana to go to the kosegruppa where he meets and Even and boom all the drama plays out. This then parallels Sana who says the exact same thing to the girls when they tell her they cannot afford the bus. So just like Isak’s season it seems like this is where all the drama is going to start. With Sana determined to do anything to ‘fix’ this.
6. The cute kitchen bonding
I loooooved this new clip so much it was so fluffy and cute and it gave me the feels but guys…..it also made me feel incredibly suspicious…why? This is another blatant parallel of the iconic evak bonding domestic kitchen scene from episode 2 of season 3. Even the positioning of Isak/Sana and Even/Yousef is eerily similar. We also have the love interests preparing food for the main as they give them the hearteyes (same) and then they laugh and giggle over cute things and it’s all so perfect.
this is the 6th parallel and I feel like there are more but these ones are the most obvious to me. Clear easter eggs Julie is giving us to freak out over (which I am) she wants us to see this parallel. To notice the Evak reference just like we did with the R+J reference in s3.
she wants us to see it, so when she pulls back the curtain and reveals the true reference we will once again be thrown off our feet.
ahhh I am so nervous.
Feel free to add on any other parallels you guys have seen <3
imagine jack and bitty come out by simply not hiding their relationship!!
the Samwell team being super protective of their bros
the Providence team being super cool with it (and in some cases being lowkey passive agressively protective)
but also the tabloids being so straight
“nhl superstar Jack Zimmermann was seen yesterday leaving his penthouse apartment with best friend and roommate Eric “Bitty” Bittle. They were later seen at lunch with a young woman with whom jack seemed very close to. A simple lunch with an old friend or the best friend meeting the girlfriend lunch? Who knows, but one thing’s for sure, Zimmermann seems happy and ready to give his all for the season’s first game this Saturday. #LetsGoFalcs”
also, the Falcs winning the Stanley Cup, Bitty runs over to Jack on the ice and they stand there hugging, exchanging i love yous and “im so proud of you, honey!”
jack getting married to bitty
the media still hasnt caught on that they’re together
it’s only been 4 years you know
it’s not as if they’re hiding it
the media’s just dense af
“Jack Zimmermann spotted with best friend and roommate Eric Bittle and their 3 children. It appears that the pair has decided to add another kid to their little family as they were headed back to their car after meeting with a foster child. These two are absolute #bromance goals and we wish them luck!”
the Samwell team and the Falcs mocking news media outlets!!!
“Zimmermann and husband spotted with their children, bro goals!!”
For Capicada, and every other Symmetra main who has to deal with shit talk from rude assholes in the chat when they’re just trying to play the game and have fun. Next time you feel like bein’ a prick; Don’t.
Warning: i have been adding to this headcanon for nearly a month so it is pretty long xD OOPS SORRY NOT SORRY (i did put a cut though, so, yeah) NO REGRETS
Marinette is a youtuber
Her channel consists of mostly sped up videos of her drawing designs and making her designs. Some have voice over, some have soothing and relaxing music.
Her channel blew up
Partially because, wow, she’s really talented for only being in high school
And people just really enjoyed watching her work, it’s very unique
Sometimes she’ll do simple tutorials on how to make a simple skirt, or get started on designing, but those are more rare videos
She has a second channel that is less professional than her main, where she posts a bunch of random vlogs that her and Alya take whenever they do something interesting, or even some random challenges. Most of these videos involve Alya, since she got Marinette to make a second channel for fun vlogs
Her international followers (#subtitles) find it very interesting anytime she talks about Ladybug and Chat Noir because there are legit superheroes in Paris and no other part of the world has seen that.
They vlog all sorts of things
going to the craft store for new fabrics, buttons, patterns, literally anything Marinette needs for her next project (or they’re just bored)
They record random things they see around Paris, cosplayers of LB and CN, pigeons being weird, aesthetics
Alya and Marinette have a weekly “review” which includes Alya buying something for Marinette to review- mostly themed around her favorite heroes
Sometimes just walking around the mall. Nino is spotted in many vlogs as well, but Adrien is rarely seen since he is already around so many cameras in his normal life Marinette is respecting his privacy
A lot more below the cut because I have been working on this headcanon for nearly a month!