Joe Biden endorsing Same-Sex Marriage on “Meet the Press”, May 6 2012
In an interview with David Gregory, Joe Biden said “The good news is that as more and more Americans come to understand what this is all about is a simple proposition. Who do you love? Who do you love and will you be loyal to the person you love? And that’s what people are finding out what all marriages at their root are about. Whether they are marriages of lesbians or gay men or heterosexuals. […] I am absolutely comfortable with the fact that men marrying men, women marrying women and heterosexual men and women marrying are entitled to the same exact rights. All the civil rights, all the civil liberties. And quite frankly I don’t see much of a distinction beyond that. […] I think Will & Grace probably did more to educate the American public than almost anything anybody has done so far. People fear that is different and now they’re beginning to understand.”
As Vice President, Joe Biden made history in 2012 by becoming the highest ranking American official to ever back same-sex marriage.
Three days later, on May 9, Barack Obama became the first sitting president to say he believed that same-sex couples should be allowed to marry.
And three years later, in June 2015, when the United States Supreme Court ruled that state-level bans on same-sex marriage are unconstitutional
On June 21, 2017, Joe Biden said at the DNC LGBT Gala “I want to make something very clear tonight. Over the years, many of you have thanked me for stating the obvious on ‘Meet the Press’. Some of you credited me with taking a political risk. I mean what I’m saying from the bottom of my heart, I give you my word as a Biden. I took no political risk. I took no chance. Though I thought I acknowledged that I was doing something special. But, folks, I was just answering a question directly put to me in what I’ve known my whole life as a proposition that my dad taught me and that lies at the core of what made me a democrat, and that is: Everyone is entitled to be treated with dignity and respect.”
My dad was a mechanic for 20+ years, and for as long as I can remember, I drove him nuts because I would go around the house with a screw driver he left out and take everything apart because I wanted to see how it work. As I grew older I developed an affinity towards computers and electronics, which led me to be “that kid” in High School who changed his grades, crashed the school districts servers, and used the NETSEND command with great success. I would spend my weekends either with my grandparents and uncle working on science projects or dragging my dad outside to help me fix my car (which consisted of him telling me that he would help once I got it taken apart). Those “figure it out” lessons were the probably the greatest gift he could’ve given me growing up.
I joined the US Army in 2004 and went into communications or “commo” for short (25U) where I managed to go from PVT (E1) when I joined to SGT (E5) by the time I returned from my deployment in 2006. After returning home, I was subsequently transferred from a Light Infantry Unit (walking everywhere) to a Mechanized Infantry Unit (Riding in an armored vehicle everywhere) and placed in charge of the Battalion Commo Shop as the current person running the commo shop was scheduled to retire in a few months and I was the only other NCO. This is where things got interesting and my Commo vs. Mechanics ProRevenge story starts…
Going back over the essays I received during the college essay extravaganza, 50% of the Common App essays I read were about students and their families moving to the US and learning to adjust. Now, I’m not saying that your familial struggles aren’t intense and worthy of talking about; after all, many students wrote about the loneliness they felt being the only new kid in school or having to adjust to American customs, and those are all absolutely valid conversations.
However, if you put all of these “moving to America” stories in a pile and read them one after another, they start to bleed together. The story lines and characters all sound the same. And for you, that means less of a chance to stand out and more of a chance of being labeled “one of those immigrant kids”. Is it fair? Absolutely not. Is that the way it is? Unfortunately, yes.
2. The “They Taught Me More Than I Taught Them” Essay
Please for the love of all that is admissions don’t write about the time you went on a service trip to a third-world country and learned from the locals. Not only does it typically come across as condescending and privileged (since most high school students are not aware of how to talk about cultures in politically correct terms), but it’s also so overdone and bland.
3. The “Ski Slope” Essay
When many students answer the quintessential “talk about a time you overcame an obstacle” prompt, they tend to write something that I call the “ski slope” essay. In this scenario, the author was given a physical challenge (like a ski slope, mountain, scary water slide ride, etc.) and was eventually convinced overcome it. Again, it’s an essay that I’ve seen over and over (and over) again, and there’s no real way to write these essays well. They usually involve a lot of cliche adjectives and some other person convincing the writer to go down the slope. Inspiring? Not at all.
Look at it this way: Thousands of people learn how to ski every year; it’s boring and totally not unique. If you’re going to write about an obstacle, it needs to be an obstacle that only 0.00005% of the world has overcome. Otherwise, you’re just like everybody else.
4. The “Look at How Super Deep I Am” Essay
Kids, don’t try to go on a philosophical rant in your college essays. Not only do you typically sound like a pretentious, self-important twerp pulling stuff out of your butt (and admissions officers know it), but these tirades also tell the reader absolutely nothing about you as as potential member of a college. Don’t get meta. If you want to talk about all the great deep thoughts inside your head, start a blog.
5. The All-Dialogue Essay
Note: Spending half of your 650 words going through a conversation you had with your sister is a complete snore and a total waste of time and space. Cut our dialogue unless it’s funny or actually moves the story along. Something like this is just really dull fluff:
“Sister,”I said to her.
“Yes?” she said back.
She looked at me with angst. “What?” she asked again.
Three lines in and you’re bored already, right?
6. The Way-Too-Extended Metaphor Essay
What do dumplings, crayons, and hoop earrings have in common? They’re all inanimate objects that have been used as extended metaphors in college essays, and all of those essays were not good.
Pulling off the extended metaphor essay is hard, and as you’ve learned by now, it’s best to go into essay writing with the mentality that you are the rule, not the exception. So stop trying to compare your life to a squashed kumquat you saw on the side of the road and find a different topic.
7. The “Lesson about Failure Where You Didn’t Really Fail” Essay
Remember that an admissions essay is still a story, and the best heroes and heroines have legitimate pitfalls. If your biggest failure is that you had a hangnail but you eventually took care of it, not only do you look shallow, but you also look dull. Failures need to be actual heart-stopping, “OMG, NOOO!” failures. Either commit to going all the way or avoid writing this type of essay altogether.
8. The Bat Mitzvah Essay
When the Common App prompt asks for something that marked your transition into adulthood, stay away from cultural or religious events that actually mark adulthood, like a bar/bat mitzvah or a confirmation ceremony or something. The best essays about transitions into adulthood deal with unforeseen shifts, not obvious ones (for example, my friend wrote about the different types of boxers he bought throughout high school. Shift to adulthood? Yes. Totally freaking clever? Heck yeah).
9. The Straight Up Cliche Essay
There are many topics that are way overdone besides the ones listed above. Some examples of what I mean:
The “What I learned at this academic conference/camp/event” essay
The “What my mom/dad/family taught me” essay
The “How I felt about moving to a whole new place or being in a new environment” essay
The “How I learned to fit in” essay
The “Death of person x” essay
The “How my parents’ divorce changed me” essay
The “Here’s a very vague essay about my family’s culture” essay
Again, these are just a few of the many examples of cliche essays.
[Context - My little brother admires my dad’s DM skills so he wanted to do his own. He’s still learning the ropes so our rules are simplified. I’m playing as a Dragonborn Fighter named Goldbarr, and my mom is playing a Hag Witch named Harriet. My dad is watching over and stepping in when my little brother needs help. Setting - We stumble upon a staircase that leads us up into the heavens, and we end up in a castle in the clouds which holds The Elementals, who rule over and control each element (water, earth, etc.) like Gods. The fire Elemental, Fireball, a woman made of flame has requested for our help and we have returned from battle to figure out our next course of action. My Dragonborn, who has already flirted with Fireball got burned in the fight and now has a permanent burn scar on his right cheek.]
Goldbarr: *flexes and gestures to scar* What do you think? Fireball: What do you…mean? Harriet: He’s asking if you think he’s more attractive now that he’s been burned. Since you know, you’re made from fire… Fireball: Oh. Um. No? Goldbarr: Yeah okay fair…gosh I’m Dragonborn you’d think since she’s the fire Elemental she’d be at least slightly more interested in me… Harriet: Wait why because you’re a dragon, like because you breathe fire? Goldbarr: Yeah because–wait, Me, OOC: do I have firebreath? Dad, Assistant DM: Uhh…..*opens book* What kind of Dragonborn are you? Copper, Gold… Me: I mean my name is Goldbarr and I’m gold colored… Assistant DM: Okay then you…you do actually have firebreath, yes! Me: WTF! Cool! Brother, DM: Okay so Fireball hears you wonder if you actually have firebreath or not and is surprised you never knew how to do that… Goldbarr: I can only spit out like, a little, like, I’ve really tried, my dad never taught me how we’re just quiet miners I don’t know too much about my dragon heritage… DM: So Fireball instructs you and teaches you how to use firebreath. Goldbarr: Thank you so much! Okay am I more attractive to you now? Fireball: No. Goldbarr: Didn’t think so. Worth a shot. Seriously, thanks though. Appreciate it.
Prompt: Can you plz do a Jay (descendants x reader) where he tries to steal something from her after talking with her, but after walking away, he realized that she stole it back, plus she took his wallet, with cuteness AND FLUFF!!!! [PLEASE TAG ME CUZ I WANNA READ IT WHEN IT COMES OUT!!]
Note: I’m literally in love with Booboo Stewart rn, so expect lots more Jay fic haha. Also, I really like the pairing of Jay with Rapunzel/Eugene’s daughter, so…
Word Count: 585
He was staring at her. Again. His dark eyes were fixed intently on her long golden hair. It was pulled into a long braid down her back. Her attention was focused on her current painting: the front of the castle.
“Earth to Jay?”
Carlos’ attempt to catch his friend’s attention was unsuccessful.
“What?” Jay replied, his eyes not leaving her focused form as her brush carved careful paths across the canvass in front of her.
“Just go ask her out, why don’t you?”
“Me? Ask her out? Are you kidding? She’s a princess! And I’m a-”
“Villain. So what?” Mal rolled her eyes. “I think people are over the whole ‘labels’ thing here anyway.”
“Yeah,” Evie smiled, thinking of Doug. “At least talk to her. You never know what might happen.”
“I don’t know…”
“Just go over there.” Carlos gave Jay a shove. He stumbled over towards her.
“Hello, Foxy…” an unfamiliar voice made itself known. Before you knew it, you were sharing your bench with a stranger. Well, he certainly wasn’t unattractive…broad shoulders gave way to defined biceps and shiny locks of raven hair flowed from the beanie that sat atop his head. “Name’s…Jay.”
“Oh, I know who you are.” He winked. You couldn’t help the blush that crept across your cheeks. “It’s nice to meet you officially.” He let his eyes wander across your unfinished painting. “Wow, you’re really good.”
“My mom taught me.” You brushed a lock of hair behind your ear.
“Oh yeah, that’s right. I forgot she painted.” Jay nodded, pretending to remember while his fingers wandered elsewhere. His movements were quick, trained, and in seconds, he had one of your paintbrushes in his pocket and a proud smirk on his face.
“So…you’re Jafar’s son, right?”
“Yeah,” he answered. He looked a little hesitant. “Is that a problem?”
“Oh, not at all.” You told him. Your smile was reassuring. “My dad doesn’t exactly have the cleanest track record, you know…”
“Your dad is my hero,” Jay smirked. He couldn’t stop the words that followed. “But he’s nothing compared to you.”
“Well, you might be Jafar’s son, but I think you’ve got more charm than Aladdin.”
“Well, I don’t know about that…”
“I’ve gotta finish up my painting, but do you maybe wanna meet up for dinner?” You asked.
“I’ll pick you up at six.”
“See you then.” You smiled as he walked off. As soon as he was out of sight, you pulled your paintbrush from the hiding spot behind your ear. His wallet had found a temporary spot in your purse. He would get it back…on your date tonight. Then maybe he would learn he couldn’t steal from a thief’s daughter. Eugene had taught you at a young age to be quick on your feet, and more importantly, to be quick with your hands.
Once Jay was a good distance away, he reached into his pocket to grab the paintbrush he had ‘borrowed’ and was quite surprised to find it was missing. Along with his wallet…
In its place was a note.
Nice try. My dad taught me a few things too. Don’t worry, your wallet will be returned, but I hope you learned your lesson.
See you at six. Don’t be late!
Mal took a peek over his shoulder and smirked.
“She played you like a fiddle.”
“No, she didn’t-”
“I like her already.”
Jay smiled and gazed off to where you were packing up your paints.
My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
See, my dad taught me tonight is about respecting the dead because this is the one night that the dead and all sorts of other things roam free - and pay us a visit. All these traditions, jack-o’-lanterns, putting on costumes, handing out treats, they were started to protect us, but nowadays… No one really cares.
Characters: Gabriel, Castiel, Balthazar, Lucifer x Reader (you’ll see *wink wonk*)
Word Count: 1,580
A/N: This was requested by @averagegaykid! I loved writing this one, so I hope you all enjoy it! I hope you’ve all enjoyed Satan Sunday this week!! I love you all so much!!
You assembled the four angels, all of them standing together in front of you. They all towered over you, which was one of the reasons you recruited their help. While the Winchesters were gone, you were going to decorate the bunker for Christmas. It was not an easy task to do by yourself.
You had them each bring along different decorations. Balthazar was to get the Christmas tree, and the ornaments for it. Gabriel was supposed to get lights for the tree, along with stockings. Castiel was sent to get candy for the stockings, along with candy canes for the tree. You asked Lucifer to bring one thing, garland. You knew Lucifer was not a fan of Christmas, but he could never say no to you.
“Alright my angels,” you smiled. “We only have the rest of today and a little bit of tomorrow to decorate the bunker. Dean and Sam don’t take long on hunts. They’ll be even quicker when they realize this is just a ruse.”
I wanted to be a painter. I loved science but leaned toward more abstract arts. I loved movies didn’t really understand the process or the business. However, I have been editing from a very early age. My dad taught me how to use a camera and get tech savvy.
Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does get him drunk - you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off and if you hate how he acts when he’s out of it, you’ll hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit.
people really seemed to like the first one of these, and I had a bit of a follow-up I wrote about languages, so I hope you guys enjoy!
(if you haven’t read the first one of these, this might not make as much sense - click here for Jess’ first introduction to alien culture!)
“Do you guys have a native language?” Jess asked Kaluu one morning. It was three days after the “mask incident”, as she’d taken to calling it, and the repercussions were still very real. Tsul had banned her from the research lab, citing “disturbances and rumours”, and most of the crew was keeping a very wide berth of her as she played sudoku in the main recreational hall. Only Kaluu was still willing to speak to her, though they were definitely keeping a safe distance.
“A native language?” Kaluu repeated. “Not really. Our planet’s official language used to be Thrak’ai, but once we made contact with the Senate the next generation was raised off-planet so we could switch to galactic Basic.”
Title: A Little Trouble Fandom: X-Men Word Count: 730 Characters: John Allerdyce (Pyro) x Reader, Jubilation Lee, Rogue, Bobby Drake Reader Gender: Female Warnings: None Notes: I wrote this months ago and forgot about it. From what I remember, the idea popped into my head, and this is the result. ☺
The rec room of Xavier’s was bustling even more than usual for a Friday night. A diverse group of mutants was there, celebrating someone’s birthday, but the majority of those in attendance were just there to hang out. You were one of the latter, sitting next to your friends Rogue and Jubilee. They were discussing the recent exam, but your attention was somewhere else. Well, someone else: John Allerdyce, who was playing a game of pool with his friend Bobby. Judging by the alluring smirk on his lips, he was winning. Your thoughts were interrupted by Jubilee snapping her fingers in front of your face.
It’s actually probably a little late for this because most people have already bought their laptops. But hey you know what I’m gonna do this anyway.
I was lucky when I bought my laptop. My dad was big into Microsoft and taught me to be very wary and serious about buying a laptop for college. There’s a lot to consider and it’s important to know all of the laptop jargon and everything when you’re looking for a laptop. I never got an honest student-to-student guide on laptops so I wanted to make one.
Preface: Rules for Looking at Laptops
1. Consider what you will use your laptop for first. Almost all college students will use their laptop for these things:
- Watching videos
If you plan to use your laptop for gaming or video production or photo editing, you need to consider the specs of your computer and the system requirements for the products you want to use. Consider getting a computer that has expandable storage or purchasing an external hard drive. When buying a computer, don’t forget that the operation system and preinstalled programs will take up some of the listed storage.
2. Do your own research.
Write down all the things you think you want to be able to do with your laptop. Read reviews, go to more than one store. Go to the Apple Store on a weekday and ask them questions about the laptop. I’ve found that the Apple employees tend to be kind of vague unless you pester them and it’s easier to do that when the story is less crowded. They assume that if you’re in their for a laptop, you’ll easily buy it just for the logo on the back.
3. Look for student discounts and consider a protection plan. Also consider your school’s tech store and your school’s location to the nearest specialist for your computer. Do not buy a laptop that you would need to send away to get fixed if you can help it. There’s nothing like your harddrive giving out the day before an essay is due. Apple and Microsoft both offer like a 20% student discount if you give them proof or a student email.
4. Check to see if your school will give you the Office Suite for free. Pages and Google Docs are great but Google Docs is kind of painfully unprofessional looking and pages is kind of annoying so I recommend that you get access to Microsoft Office for Word, OneNote, and Powerpoint. Chances are your school may also offer Photoshop CC and Final Cut for free so know what you can get for free from your school and the specs you’ll need to use those if you want to. In some cases you can also get these programs for free to use on library desktop computers.
5. AN IPAD IS NOT ENOUGH. Tablets are great but you’re going to HATE YOURSELF for your first all-nighter. If you want a tablet that bad, consider buying a 2-in-1 or bringing a tablet along with your laptop. I have known people who bring only IPads and they did not have a fun time writing essays.
Now that you know the rules let’ s get on the laptops.
I want to say that I don’t really know that much about laptops. Like I know the basic basics but like you know whatever. I’m gonna do my best so please let me know if there is something I said wrong or something I should add.
Processors and RAM
Processor: Your computer’s brain. How fast can your computer do things? the higher the number the better. i5 or i7 are usually the most common for college students.
RAM= Random Access Memory : How much shit your computer can do at one time. The higher this number, the more things you can run at once. This is why when you have 35 apps open on your phone it gets too hot and slow. It doesn’t really have that kind of RAM. 8 GB of RAM is usually the base but if you do more, you can go up to 16.
College Kid Computers
I’m a big PC gal so I will vouche for that real hard. But I’m trying to be fair.
There are generally five laptops (or laptop adjacents ) you will come across in college: MacBook (including the Pro), SurfaceBook, the Surface, Chromebooks, and Razers. Othe alternatives include Lenovo Yogas (which are cute as shit), Surface Laptops (I don’t believe in these because they have fabric on them but they come in cute colors), and the HP Spectre.
MacBooks are usually best for video and audio editing. They have fantastic displays and you can get great support for them on campus because they are so common. However, they have very little ventilation and even though on campus help is common, due to the way Apple likes to conduct itself, they will need to be sent away if you’re having a serious problem. They can also get expensive so don’t cop out and try to buy a cheap model with low storage because YOU WILL REGRET IT. I had a friend who did that and she had to lug around an external hard drive because she didn’t have enough storage to do projects on her laptop. There are two types: the MacBook and the MacBook Pro. The Pro is probably the better option but it costs a lot more. However, the keyboard is better and it is a little sturdier so it will probably last longer.
Surface Books are really nice. This is the laptop I have. It’s best for photo editing and like design because it has the pen. The Surface Book separates into a tablet and comes with the Surface Pen. They’re windows computers so they come with Office and if you use a windows computer at home, it’s easiest to adjust and transfer over important files. It also separates into a tablet and has a crazy nice battery life because it has two batteries. This computer has pretty decent ventilation and directs all of the heat it generates to the battery on the screen of the computer so it will not burn your thighs! However, these computers are super new so there is no IT support for them on most campuses. These computers are also HELLA ‘spensive because it is a 2-in-1. It start at like $1500 I think. Also, because of the tablet bit, they have a weird hinge that makes the computer gap when closed which is kind of ugly.
Surfaces are often considered to the best college PC. They have an adjustable kick stand and a nice keyboard. They come with the pen and they’re nice and lightweight. Since they aren’t really laptops though they don’t make good computers for lap work and again, because they’re on the more uncommon side, IT support on campus is weak.
Chromebooks are kind of weird. They’re nice and cheap which is cool but that’s really about it. There are my least favorite laptops. If you’re going to bring a desktop to school, this is a great idea because it’s simple and it will get the job done. But it cannot run anything in the Office suite or any other programs you might need for class like statistics software or even Arduino. It can only run web apps and chrome extensions. While Google Drive apps are great for group projects, they aren’t the best for writing papers and making presentations so take that into consideration.
Razer Blades are the most high end of the laptops. They are fucking MONSTERS. These are great for everything from design to video gaming. I haven’t heard anything bad about these computers to be honest. They’re gorgeous machines with rainbow keyboards that come with presets for how they light up which is lit as fuck. They can run League of Legends pretty smoothly and I really don’t know anyone who has had a problem with them. I do suggest you have some knowledge of computers before you order one of these though because I think it’s more common to order them online. If you plan on playing a lot of games on your laptop while you’re in college this is probably your best bet. ALSO IF YOU WANT A DANK KEYBOARD OMG THIS WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE. The click of a Razer Chroma Keyboard is the music of my dreams.
(or, angus mcdonalds first day of school and making a friend, from an outsider’s perspective)
The new kid’s desk is next to mine, which is fine, I guess. But I sort of wish that I was sitting next to Dana — we always sat next to each other, because her last name is Manfred and mine is Min, and nobody else at our school had anything in between A and I.
But the new kid is named Angus McDonald — that’s a C, so he sits between me and Dana. He seems pretty okay. When we were all introducing ourselves (because Mrs. Sylvester who teaches homeroom and Language Arts made us do that whole deal), the new kid said, “Hi, my name is Angus McDonald, and I’m from, um, a lot of places, and I like Caleb Cleveland novels and magic and solving mysteries.”
He smiled, and clutched the book he was holding tighter to his chest, and I could tell he was a little nervous, probably. I felt sort of bad for him. I was the new kid in fourth grade, and that had sucked until I became friends with Dana. I should probably try and be nice to him, especially since he sits next to me for the rest of the year, and because our lockers are next to each other.
Besides, he likes Caleb Cleveland novels, and I started reading those over summer break (you know, before the world ended), so, that’s a start, right?
I talked with the new kid between homeroom and second period — it’s really weird having to switch classrooms between classes — and asked him which of the Caleb Cleveland books he’s read. He gave me this huge smile and said “All of them! Which ones have you read?”
And I said, “Um, the Curse of the Amulet, and the Lilac Room Light. Wait, you’ve read all of them?”
“Yeah!” he said.
“That’s like, fifty-four books. Wow,” I said. “Cool.”
He sort of shrugged and said that he used to have a lot of free time, and that “My parents left me alone a lot, you know?”
And I said “Uh, I guess,” because I wasn’t sure how to answer that. “I mean, my dad didn’t exist as a concept until last summer, cause he died in the Relic Wars.”
And he said “Oh. Yeah, it’s kind of like that.”
I felt really weird telling him about my dad, but he’s the one who made it personal first. Then I asked him what class he had next, and he said he had Honors Magecraft, which I’m pretty sure is an eighth-grade class? But I didn’t call him on it. I just told him I had Divinity Studies, and he asked me if I wanted to be a cleric, and I said maybe. I like the idea of fixing people. But I’m only eleven, you know? And my mom says I have plenty of time to decide if I want to dedicate myself to a god.
Angus said, “Okay, that’s really neat! I know a cleric.”
And I said, “Cool.”
And he said, “If you want to borrow any of my Caleb Cleveland novels, just ask me, okay? I’d be happy to let you borrow them!”
He’s really enthusiastic.
I said. “Okay, yeah, that’d be cool. Uh, have fun in class.”
And he said, ‘You too!“
Then we both went to our lockers (it’s really weird having a locker!). He seems nice, but kind of like a nerd. I mean, that’s not a bad thing. I might actually ask to borrow his books — the library is always out of copies of the Caleb Cleveland books. It’s really annoying.
Things at home are pretty weird right now. My mom and my older sister remembered that my dad existed, and that he’s dead, and that’s been pretty rough on them, I think? Like, the whole Hunger thing was really bad and really scary, but it’s over now and mostly things have been repaired, I think, 'cause it’s been like four months since everything happened, and that’s definitely enough time. Except for the fact that people are dead. But it’s weird because all the adults and some of the teenagers keep remembering things different, and I think they’re rewriting some history books which is why Modern Politics as a class at the high school had been canceled — my sister was really annoyed about that, because she needs the credits or something.
I don’t remember my dad. I was one when he died. But it kind of sucks for Mom and for Kitty. I keep running into them talking and then I ask what it’s about, and they say either "Don’t worry about it, honey,” or “None of your business, Nicky.”
And I mean, that’s fine or whatever, but you know. It’s just been weird.
Angus sat with me and Dana and some of our other friends (Fred and Janine and Kelly) at lunch today. Or, it was more like, I was sitting with Dana at a table and she spotted Angus kind of wandering around looking for a place to sit. She glanced at me and smiled.
“Is that your new cru-ush?” she whispered to me. “I saw you talking to him earlier.”
“Shut up! I was just trying to be nice,” I said, “It sucks being new.”
“Sure,” she said, and then yelled across the room “Hey new kid, over here!” Angus turned. She waved at him, and he smiled and started walking over.
“He’s got a name, you know,” I said to Dana. She rolled her eyes. “Cru-u-ush,” she whispered, but she does this every time I talk to anybody.
“Hi,” Angus said. “Um, can I sit with you?”
“Sure,” I said, and he sat down in the chair next to me.
“This is Angus,” I said to the rest of the table as Angus pulled out his lunch. “He sits next to me and Dana in homeroom, and he’s new.”
Everyone said hi, and Angus smiled and said hi back. He started unpacking his lunch and then we were all immediately distracted by how super-nice it was. Like, it was really nice. It was packed in one of those lunch boxes with compartments and dividers and it looked pretty much too nice to eat, and there was a bag of homemade chips. Angus noticed me and Dana staring.
“Um, my, uh, my dad packed it for me,” he said. Which didn’t seem to make sense considering he told me he wasn’t really close with his parents, but I guess making lunch doesn’t mean his dad spends time with his son.
“Are those homemade chips?” I asked. I was really impressed. Chips are like, fried and stuff. I’ve only eaten homemade chips at restaurants.
“Yeah,” he said. “Do you want some?”
“Yes please,” I said, and he poured a couple of chips into my hand. I ate one. It was like, the best chip I’ve ever had.
“My dad told me to magic missile anyone who asked for one,” Angus said jokingly.
“You can cast magic missile?” Fred asked, looking impressed. Angus nodded. “My dad taught me.”
“Nicky’s been trying to learn all summer,” Kelly said. “She’s been stealing her older sister’s spellbooks.”
“I can’t get anything more than one bolt, though,” I said. “And I can’t practice when my mom’s around so it’s going pretty slow.”
“I could show you sometime?” Angus said.
“That’d be cool,” I said. I meant it, really.
I started trying to learn magic missile after the whole apocalypse battle day, you know, what the adults are calling “the day of story and song,” when all the black columns attacked everything. We almost died! It was very exciting and pretty scary. Kitty had to kill what was like, a black tiger that sprung out at us even though we were barricaded in a bunker. I’m eleven. I should be able to take care of myself, you know?
I know this was being super rude, but after we were done eating I was really curious, so while we were throwing out plastic sandwich bags and stuff, I asked Angus a question.
“Hey, I thought you and your parents weren’t close? But you keep talking about your dad.”
“You’d be a good detective!” he said, like it was the highest compliment he could think of. “Well, my bio-parents were pretty hands off. But my family is really close! I’m living with them now, which is nice.”
“Cool,” I said, even though what he said was like, super vague. I guess I was sort of prying, though. “Your dad seems cool.”
“He’s the best,” he said, and we walked back to the table, and the rest of lunch period was pretty normal. We mostly just compared classes and schedules and talked about which teachers seemed okay and which didn’t. You know, normal school stuff.
I saw Angus for the last time that day when I was getting my stuff out of my locker to go home. His locker is next to mine so it wasn’t really a surprise that I saw him. I was pretty tired so I just nodded at him and he nodded at me. He was pulling his backpack out (his backpack is really nice — it looks new. My backpack is new too), and then he closed it and turned to me.
“Yeah,” I said, “What’s up?”
“Do you want to come over this weekend?” he said, like he was expecting me to say no. “I could show you how to cast magic missile, nobody at home will mind. And you could borrow my books, if you want.”
I blinked. I was really surprised, in a nice way.
“I’ll ask my mom,” I said. “That’d be really cool!”
“Neat,” he said, grinning, and I smiled at him.
Then we walked out of the front doors together, along with everyone else, which is like, a lot of people, and I started heading toward the buses which is what most people do, but Angus started heading toward the sidewalk away from the school and then he stopped. I bumped into him.
“Oh no,” he said, but not like he was actually mad.
“What is it?” I said, and I looked the way he was looking, and there was like, a whole horde of people standing a little bit away from the school. When they noticed us staring a couple of them waved. It was like, nine people? Maybe?
And not even all one type of people, there was like a couple of elves and a gnome and a dragonborn and after that I kind of stopped trying to figure everything out. They looked kind of familiar, but I couldn’t place it. A lot of other students were also kind of giving them the sideeye, cause it was a lot of adults in one place, and they were loud.
The tall human guy looked really happy to see Angus, and shouted, “Angus! Over here, buddy!” and then the pretty elf next to him rolled his eyes and said “I’m pretty sure he can see us, dipshit. Agnes! Get your butt over here so that Maggie stops causing a scene,” just as loud.
“Oh no! I told them I could just walk home,” Angus said. “They didn’t have to come get me.” But he was smiling. He glanced at me. “Um, I’ll see you later, Nicky! Thanks for being so nice!”
And he ran off, to the people who I guess were his family? The other elf — the girl one without the huge hat — bent down to give him a hug, and the big guy ruffled his hair. Then they all started walking down the sidewalk, and I started walking over to the bus.
The new kid’s kind of weird, but I think we’re going to be friends. I guess I need to ask my mom if I can go over to Angus’s house this weekend.
- angus is refraining from using anyones names bc the names are pretty much well known all over faerun cause of the voidfish, although appearances less so - nobody expects to run into superman.
- angus is very happy to make a friend!
- the ipre crew + carey and killian came to walk ango home
- the Whole Gang was a lil nervous about angus’s first day at school even though angus has literally fought monsters and chased murderers, but this is socialization, you guys, what if the other kids are mean to him. what if they’re meaner than we were.
request: Can you write about Harry getting a new personal trainer to help him get in shape (like boxing and cardio and stuff) and he gets set up with a really pretty girl and he really likes her but she won’t date her clients and he tries to persuade her and ya whatever you come up with!!!
i had a lot of fun writing this one so i hope you guys like it ((: a huge thank you to @stylishmuser for reading this over for me ily
You’re pounding away at the punching bag in your pastel pink gloves, sweat dripping down your forehead and french braids bouncing against your shoulders as music blasts through your headphones.
You’re expecting a new client soon and sometimes your nerves act up when that happens, knowing you’re an amazing personal trainer, but knowing sometimes men can’t see past your pretty body or your “girly” pink gloves. On top of that, you’d been informed that your new client was Harry Styles, former member of One Direction. The most high profile client you’d ever had.
You don’t hear him come in behind you as you’re hitting the bag as hard as you can to fight off your anxiety, sending it flying on the chain in the opposite direction. As it’s swinging back in your direction, you take the time to swing your leg around with the intention of kicking the bag in a more dramatic move than necessary. But as you twist your body your leg narrowly misses the man and he falls over trying to avoid a kick to the gut. In your shock you lose your balance and fall back on your butt, the bag swinging forward and colliding with your head instead of the foot it was meant for.
Ripping your headphones off and standing immediately, you tower over him, “Christ, don’t you know better than to sneak up on someone who’s training?”
“I’m sorry, I was trying to let you know I was here without startling you.” He stuck out his hand, “I’m Harry. It’s nice to meet you.”