“I didn’t find out that I liked teaching until I was 45 years old. I was working as a graphic designer, and I volunteered to teach a group of kids from a poor region. It was part of a special program aimed at teenagers who’d dropped out of school. At first I was scared. Many of them had behavior problems. Some of them were addicted to drugs. One of them even brought a knife to class. But I discovered that I could really connect with them. Sometimes I could even reach kids that refused to talk to psychologists. I learned that I could transform someone’s life just by listening. The program only lasted six months, but it gave me such sense of satisfaction. I’ve been training for the last two years to become a real teacher. My test results just arrived and I got assigned to the school I wanted. I’m going to teach Portuguese to elementary school students.”
I am an Eminem Fan for years now and when I started to get more and more
into True Crime I was surprised to find a lot of his Lyrics mentioning Columbine which I never really realised before.
Of course he also mentioned other murderers or events, like Ted Bundy and the
Aurora theater shooting but I wanted to start with the Columbine lyrics because
there’s a lot of material. So let’s start:
The Way I Am, 2000 0:00-0:16 When a dude’s getting bullied and shoots up his school
And they blame it on Marilyn and the heroin
Where were the parents at? And look where it’s at!
Middle America, now it’s a tragedy
Now it’s so sad to see, an upper-class city
Havin’ this happening
Marshall states that he thinks that he thinks that not music is the reason for
the shooting but bullying and the parents. But as we all know Marilyn Manson
was partly blamed for Columbine by the media.
Em is also making fun of the fact that Columbine was the first shooting that
people cared this much about although there have been a lot of shootings
but now it happened at a “nice” school.
There is an alternative version of this song featuring Marilyn Manson (x)
He performed it live with Manson (x and x)
Manson also appeared in the official video (x)
Remember me, 2000 0:17-0:30 Came home and somebody musta broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats
Sick, sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16’s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
Em is making fun of the idea that musicians like him are a
bad influence because he is not the one who gives these kids their weapons.
And as we all know, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold both wore
a Trenchcoat when the attack started, that’s why „both of my Trenchcoats“ were stolen. And so he thinks that they
were stolen to start another Columbine.
And when you have these „two kids“ with
guns that, when you shoot them, „reach
through six kids each“ you have 12 dead kids. And as we all know, during
the Columbine massacre died 12 kids (and one adult).
By the way, Eminem needed two months to write his whole verse on this song while
Sticky Fingaz wrote his verse in one day.
I’m Back, 2000 0:30-0:41 I take seven [kids] from [Columbine] Stand ‘em all in line, add an AK-47, a revolver, a 9 A MAC-11 and it oughta solve the problem of mine And that’s a whole school of bullies shot up all at one time
This is probably the most well known Columbine reference made by Eminem. This album came out one year after the massacre so it was still an sensitive subject. Therefore his label censored these two words (Kids and Columbine), even on the explicit version of the album. I don’t think I have to explain what exactly this lyric means, it’s pretty clear. In his book he states this:
I was getting shit about the Columbine reference on “I’m Back” and the
label was telling me that I wasn’t gonna be able to say it. My whole
thing was, what is the big fucking deal? That shit happens all the time.
Why is that topic so touchy as opposed to, say a four-year-old kid
drowning? Why isn’t that considered a huge tragedy? People die in the
city all the time. People get shot, people get stabbed, raped, mugged,
killed and all kinds of shit. What the fuck is the big deal with
Columbine that makes it separate from any other tragedy in America?”
In 2015 a 15 year-old boy was arrested. He posted these lyrics on Instagram and added “Cause I’m just like shady and just as crazy as the world was over that whole Y2K thing” The origiginal lyrics are “
‘Cause (I'mmmm) Shady, they call me as crazy As the world was over this whole Y2K thing”
searched the boy’s home they found weaponry and eventually arrested him. He denied any knowledge of the weapons and said he didn’t post this text on Instagram.
White America, 2002 0:42-0:48 White America, I could be one of your kids White America, little Eric looks just like this
In this song it’s not only about the Lyrics but also about the music video. With “little Eric” he mentioned Eric Harris but it was also meant as an example for a typical white kid. He is from middle america because his name is in the middle of amERICa. The interesting part is, as I said, the video. Where you can see news of an school shooting during “I could be one of your kids” And during “little Eric looks just like this” youcan see one of those typical yearbook pictures and the house of the school shooter. The house looks a bit like the one the Harrises had.
When these lines get repeated you can see a boy full of (probably) blood stepping out of the map of america. On his shirt is written “I am Eric”.
Rap God, 2013 0:49-0:54 I’ll take seven kids from Columbine Put ‘em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9
This was the first time we could hear the Columbine Line uncensored. Eminem didn’t rap all of the “I’m back” lines because he just wanted to “See if I get away with it now that I ain’t as big as I was” As you can hear, he got away with it.
Eminem is one of the few people who openly give their sympathy for the two shooters. He admitted to be interested in serial killers in this statement: “I did find myself watching a lot of documentaries on serial killers, I mean, I always had a thing for them. I’ve always been intrigued
by them and I found that watching movies about killers sparked
something in me.The way a serial killer’s mind works, just the
psychology of them is pretty fucking crazy. I was definitely inspired by
that, but most of the album’s imagery came from my own mind.”
But Marshall Mathers seems to have an very personal realationship with the whole Columbine Issue. He himself was bullied on a daily basis during his childhood, often for his race and for always being the new kid. When he was nine years old he got beaten up so bad he was in an coma for several days. I think he is one of the people who is trying to understand what Harris and Klebold were going through. But I think it is important to mention, that he is the living proof that even when your life is is shitty right now because of some people who have nothing in their life but to terrorize you, that you can still have a better life. And you beat them best when you keep on living.
“That Columbine shit is so fucking touchy. As much
sympathy as we give the Columbine shootings, nobody ever looked at it from the
fuckin’ point of view of the kids who were bullied—I mean, they took their own
fucking life! And it was because they were pushed so far to the fucking edge
that they were fucking so mad. I’ve been that mad.”
Sorry for bastardising your beautiful art, Blizzard. Reach for the sky, kids, the sheriff’s back in town! He’s got a snake in his boot and a beautiful Bo Peep in his sights. I’d also like to do Roadhog as Hamm (and Mercy as legit Bo Peep…though Hanzo’s pretty cute).
I think it’s important to note something. Requiem is told from Zoe’s point of view, and while yes, I most definitely believe that Connor did in fact try and break her door down and threaten to kill her, when she says “don’t tell me that it wasn’t black and white” she’s not right. She has it right, and Connor was an awful brother and from what we see, not a very nice person in general but it is not a clean cut situation.
This has been said a million times already, by various people including myself. Connor is a victim. Zoe is a victim. Zoe being the victim of her brothers abuse, doesn’t lessen the fact that Connor was a victim as well. He was a victim of bad parenting. A victim of ignorance, and a victim of borderline neglect.
The Murphy parents should have helped Connor, way back when he was young. And then after they failed to do that and he got out of control and abusive towards his sister, they should have shut it down. Also reminder that he was still just a kid. Borderline reaching adulthood, but he didn’t even stand a chance with those parenting skills.
Connor is responsible for his actions, no doubt he was abusive towards his sister and did horrible things, but there is no use painting a target on his back. I mean, he’s already dead.
Homestuck gains complexity through iterations, in plot, setting, and character. As the tutorial character, John’s actions are straightforward and relatively easy to follow, which sets the stage for grander installments. John’s plain house and Dad are followed by the increasingly complex circumstances of his friends. John’s ability to combine items across captchalogue cards (1917) is a primer for combining items via alchemy. If a rule is introduced through John, subsequent iterations of the rule will be more grandiose.
So, an observation: John is afraid of heights. When John slips on a staircase, he flips out (2460). When he nearly launches himself into the abyss with the Pogo Hammer, he has to take a nap before he has calmed down enough to continue (2537). Immediately following both moments of vertigo, massive ogres begin to climb toward John’s house (2461, 2542). The eventual fight with the ogres begins after John looks over the roof of his house, into the abyss (2562-3).
All of this suggests that Sburb is reacting to John’s emotional state (fear) to produce in-game content. This is further suggested by a peek we get at some of Sburb’s internal processes (3419):
Here, we have reference to terminology associated with Carl Jung and Sigmund Freud. The terms suggest that Sburb interacts with the ideas in the kids’ subconscious minds (archetypes) and brings symbolic representations of these ideas into conscious reality (manifests the ideas). Like, pipes are Johns’s dad symbol (1974), so LOWAS is covered in pipes as a subconscious reminder of his dad. Or, Dave is surrounded by dangerous sharp objects in his apartment, so LOHAC is full of grinding metal gears to subtly (?) remind him of his awful, awful home.
Even before we reach the kids’ planets though, John’s encounter with the ogres asserts Sburb’s dream-like nature. The “hyper flexible mythology” of Sburb is essentially the same as Freudian dream logic – Sburb caused John’s latent fear of heights to manifest as real, punchable monsters.
But if you look through Homestuck for things that materialize due to emotional events, it doesn’t stop with imps and monsters. It also includes the trolls.
(A/n): So just a while back I said that I would write an Ethan story SO HERE I actually did it be proud of me
Summary: You have some nieces and nephews in the family so you ask Markimoo, Tyler and blue boy to help you babysit. Mark and Tyler turn out to not be the only ones that think you and Ethan should date.
Warnings: I think I swore ?? but also TICKLING
You were pretty excited about this actually. Your sibling had asked you to take care of their three kids for the day while they were out with their spouse. Of course, you obliged. You really liked their kids, but thought babysitting to be more of a chore.
For one person, three kids was a lot. So, you went and enlisted help from your band of friends. You knew for sure that they would love the kids instantly.
Traveling from your flat to Mark’s wasn’t a hassle. After two brisk knocks on the boys’ front door, Mark himself opened it with a large grin.
“Evening~!” He purred “Tyler is in the living room with every toy imaginable, go steal them from him!”
The three children giggled and pushed past him, calling a chorus of ‘hello’s.
You yourself couldn’t help but laugh, stepping up to the doorway gingerly.
“Thanks for doing this.” you said to Mark “It’s only for one night, but I didn’t think I could handle it by myself; sorry if it was sudden when I calle–”
“(Y/n),” Mark chuckled. He rested a hand on the small of your back and nudged you inside so he could close the door “It’s totally fine. I planned everything. They’re all sharing a room upstairs.”
You sighed and beamed up at him “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.” he smiled back.
Giggly screams broke through your conversation. The both of you turned to the sound and walked toward it; past the living room entrance.
Their stood, by the far back wall, Tyler. One kid hanging from his left bicep, one tied around his calf and the other Ethan was about to crown Tyler’s shoulders with.
They all froze to look at the two of you.
“What even?” you chuckled walking around to reach out for the one hanging from his arm.
Grabbing her sides, you lifted her high and set her down quickly, tickling her ribs. She screamed in delight.
“DOES THIS MEAN TICKLE WAR?” Mark called in a silly tone.
“IT DOES.” Tyler confirmed.
The two men snatched up the other two children. Mark taking the one from Ethan. Everyone began to laugh as tickling ensued.
“This– this isn’t fair- no!” the small girl breathed “Teams! T-Teams!” she hollered.
You smiled and released her, sitting back on your knees. “Alright,” you offered “Pick your teams.”
“Well,” she stood.
Her small frame was proud and determined to win this battle.
“Myself Prim,” she gestured to herself “and Dane,” then to one small boy “Connie,” the other boy “and Ethwan.”
“And Ethan.” you laughed.
Getting up, you looked to the mentioned blue boy and commented “You have a team of warriors.”
“Of course I do!” he cheered “We are going to win!”
Everyone got onto their respective sides.
Yourself, Tyler and Mark on the left side of the lounge with Ethan, Prim, Dane and Connie on the opposing side.
“Alright men,” you began “I’ll take out Ethan, their biggest threat. Tyler, you take Dane and Connie. Mark, you get Prim.”
“Roger.” the two said in unison.
“But, watch for Connie, soldiers.” you forewarned “He’s a wild card.”
You three broke apart and got into dramatic positions. The children giggled.
“No!” Ethan cried “Don’t let them distract you!”
“Guns ready! Three, two, one! GO!” Tyler cheered.
The seven of you broke loose. Anarchy rained and childish giggles laced the joyful air. Mark was quick to be taken down by both Prim and Dane. Tyler went to the aid of his fallen comrade but was soon after jumped by Connie.
You laughed hysterically, forgetting your assigned task.
“Mark, no!” you whailed.
Though, the sadness was short lived when two arms snaked their way under your own. You gasped in surprise.
“I got her! I got her!” Ethan chuckled. His hands went to work on manipulating your sides. You body betrayed you in letting a laugh bubble through your throat.
“God NO!” You began to screech with laughter in joyus bursts.
You couldn’t really run away, so instead you dropped to your knees, hoping to leave Ethan’s grip. But he only dropped with you, encircling his arms around your torso to lessen your movement.
“E-E-Ethan! Hav-hahah-have merccc-c-cy!” you whined, laughing intensified.
“Give in (Y/n),” you heard Tyler chuckle “their power is unmatchable.”
“I givv-v-ve up!” you cried.
Ethan laughed and let you go, leaving you to catch some needed breath.
❆ ❆ ❆
Once the war was won, you all resorted to playing with the toy’s instead.
One toy in particular you thought was quite cute; an old fashioned toy phone. The one with the spin dial and the coil cord.
“Ah jee, doesn’t this bring memories.” You said to Ethan. He was standing next to you as you picked it up.
“Holy shit, that sure does.” he laughed “I used to have one, it was green.”
You smiled at the faded blue toy “But where’s the phone?”
“Sh!” Dane suddenly snapped “I’m on a call!”
You shook your head silently and looked up to Ethan. He grinned and shrugged.
At once you began to feel a tugging on your legs.
Both you and the blue haired boy looked down.
It was Dane wrapping the phone coil around both of you. He started to chat happily.
“Ethan and (Y/n) sittin’ in a tree!”
Soon both Tyler and Mark had joined in. Followed by a laughing Connie and a smiling Prim.
“K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” the group chorused “First comes love! Then comes marriage! Then comes a baby in the baby carriage!”
The coil bounded you and the youtuber together at the knees, hips and waist. You were physically pressed to each other.
Ethan’s face began to show a great contrast with his hair when it flushed red. Yours following suit.
“Mark, why are their faces red?” Connie whispered.
“Because they are in love.” Mark replied, beaming at the sight. Tyler let loose a hearty laugh when he heard Mark’s declaration.
❆ ❆ ❆
The rest of the evening was filled with many, many laughs and plenty of childish embarrassment. Though, the two of you did get freed eventually, the teasing did not let up. But, sooner or later, it drew close to bedtime.
You gently scooped up Connie and Dane once they began to yawn. Ethan picking up Prim.
“Time for the sleeps, kiddos’.” you lulled softly.
“Mark and I are going to clean this up,” Tyler smiled to you, gesturing to the cluster of throw about toys. You nodded to him quietly.
Gaining your way up the stairs, you reached the kids’ designated bedroom and placed both Dane and Connie in their beds. They both offered you hushed goodnights.
Ethan went to do the same, finding the small girl asleep in his arms. He was careful when resting her upon the covers, layering her in a fluffy down duvet.
“Awe,” you hummed “What a great dad you’d be.”
Though it was said in a joking matter, you had still meant it.
“Wouldn’t I though.” he beamed.
“Of course.” you agreed, walking to the door, stopping to let Ethan out before you.
He closed to door softly behind him.
“I’m sure I could master raising any amount of kids with one hand,” he joked.
You looked at him and chuckled.
“as long as you are holding the other one.”
You froze for a moment, your gaze raking his features. He simply smiled and leant forward.
Ethan’s lips meant yours in a calm, gentle kiss. You described it was warm, and firm.
Kissing him back was charming, you went and tied you arms around his neck, with his resting on your hips.
“So I expected you to put the kids to bed, not make some more.” Mark suddenly coughed.
Ethan and you were fast to break apart, the youtuber’s gaze collapsing awkwardly.
“Cooties…” Mark mumbled, retreating back down stairs.
You couldn’t help yourself when another placid smile captured your face. Babysitting sure wasn’t fun without friends.
Derek has had the sun in his eyes for hours, lying sprawled out on his stomach in the center of the big bed, swaying right on the edge of awake and asleep. It’s the sound of light feet padding across the floor that finally drifts him back to the surface of consciousness, giving him a few seconds to remember what year it is before the mattress dips down by his ankles.
“Daddy,” comes a smooth voice, which manages to reach him despite the barrier of sleep. Derek likes to think it’d reach him through anything.
“Mmh,” is his response, forcing half an eye open.
He shifts with a heavy sigh, watching his son crawl up the bed towards him. Once he’s at eye-level with Derek, he simply flops down on his side, resting his little head on the big pillow. What little hair he’s got is in total disarray, standing out in all directions, and Derek lazily reaches out to smooth it out the best he can.
I always thought it was funny that your player character in Pokemon is 10 years old. Like, yeah, they’re “anime ten” where they look at least 18 yadda yadda, but they’re still ten.
Imagine the people in the Pokemon League. These are fully grown adults, right? They’ve trained their entire lives to be the best trainers in their country. They’re the best of the best. And then a ten year old walks in. A high and mighty four foot tall ten year old with a big smile on their face walks in. They’ve never even seen a tity. They don’t know where babies come from. They’re ten.
How did this ten year old get in to your arena? Did they wander in here by mistake? They say they’re here to battle you. Aww, how cute. This kid wants to fight the big league trainers, so they snuck in to fight you. That’s cute and funny. You’ll tell the others about this next lunch break. You decide to humor the kid and accept their challenge. You toss out your level 50 Tyranitar. You and this Pokemon have spent decades together, you trained for ages to get it to Level 50. You’re the best trainer in the country.
The kid reaches on their belt and tosses a Master Ball. Wait, what? A Master Ball? How did that kid get a Master Ball? Out of the master ball pops…
God popped out of the Master Ball.
The very same God Pokemon that controls the flow of space, that you go to church and pray to every Sunday.
This ten year old kid just pulled out a Master Ball and threw God at you. God is, in fact, Level 73.
God shoots Hyper Beam at your life-long partner Tyranitar, causing it to evaporate in to dust. He’s fainted in one hit. The kid yawns.
The kid wipes your entire party of Pokemon, the Pokemon you spent most of your adult life training and caring for. You are stunned. You ask the trainer how long they’ve been doing this. They say “I started a couple of days ago.”
Imo the split attraction model is ultimately useless and homophobic when you can still just say that youre lgb in any situation and will be regarded exactly the same in society with 100% less confusion.
The confusion is an issue when it reaches little kids. Everyday I see more 13-16 year olds here, lgb kids, saying “I identify as ace because I don’t want sexual relationships” when that’s not called being ace! its just called being a child who shouldn’t be worried about lgb terms sounding too sexual to use in the first place!! When straight kids say they’re straight, everyone knows not to infer that theyre searching for a sexual relationship. The same goes for lgb kids.
That’s how unless you are asexual-aromantic, using ‘(blank)sexual-(blank)romantic’ evokes a sense of weird hypersexuality into gay terms and messes up things even more for kids who are just starting to figure out something that’s already very confusing and scary enough.
You want a gf/bf someday but don’t really wanna have sex unless you know them? Bi/pan. Are you a girl who feels like you’re unable to form real romantic relationships, but really like sex with girls? Lesbian. You a girl who really like girls but don’t get turned on at the sight of them? Lesbian. You a guy who loves guys, and probably doesn’t ever want to have sex? Gay. If you’re cis and only interested in sex/relationships with only the opposite gender, you are straight. You are a cis het. There’s nothing more to it.
That’s it!! That’s literally all anyone who isn’t currently your partner/s has to know about your relationship to people. Your relationship to sex and how exactly you do or do not experience sex is a discussion that literally everyone should be having with the person/persons whom of which they are currently seeing or planning upon seeing.
da:i companions reacting to their avian kids? (from that one winged!inquizzy ask)
Cassandra: She gawks at her little winged baby, with hair but featherless and helpless. She wasn’t sure if they would have wings, with her not having them, but doesn’t mind until they get feathers and start taking off, much to her frustration. Much of the time, she yells for her lover and glares at him as he laughs and retrieves the kid, wherever they’ve gone, and she grumbles about worrying about losing track of them. Eventually she ties a rope to herself and the kid when out to keep them from fluttering away.
Blackwall: He loves his baby, of course, but it makes him nervous when they’re capable of flight, because he won’t be able to reach them without his lover’s help. The child can’t take off very far, but still, he thinks of a million things that can go wrong. “How do winged people handle this?” he asks nervously, holding the flapping kid in his hands.
Iron Bull: The baby is weird. The child bears both horn stubs and wings– large ones for their size– and promise a very large, very long-winged adult. Most of the time, Bull is tall enough to reach their kid, sometimes jokingly referring to it as exercise, but sometimes he has to ask his Kadan for help. “How the fuck can they fly? They’re barely two years old and just got feathers.” he grouches.
Sera: The baby is petite, and she coos over “little naked wingies!” until they get feathers. Sera thinks it’s funny to watch them fly until she can’t reach them, and if climbing is out of the option, hilarity turns to sheer panic as she calls for her lover to get them down. “Alright,” she huffs to the confused kid, “you got wings, like your mum, fine. You wanna use those things to prank people, fine. But when either of your mums want you near, you stay near, you hear?”
Dorian: As soon as he sees the kid has wings, he’s in the library researching if spells can be used to levitate. He knows exactly where this is going. True to his expectations, he’s forced to use magic to levitate himself to the kid, which is energetically expensive. The child wears themselves out just as much as it wears him out, and he shakes his head as they go to sleep in his arms. “Tired, hmm? Me too.”
Solas: Like Dorian, he can use his magic to levitate and get them if need be, but it still makes him nervous. He starts casting barriers on them as they start learning to fly, lest they fall on the ground and hurt themselves. “Fenedhis lasa.” he curses as he finds them up in the rafters again.
Josephine: She’s pleased to see wings, but it makes her nervous when they start flying– she worries greatly for their safety. She tries to tie pillows to them when they want to fly, which weighs them down and doesn’t work well. The beleaguered mother wonders how her lover’s parents handled this.
Cullen: For some reason, his kid flaps their wings ridiculously hard and often, which sometimes makes it difficult for him to hold them still while he tries to bottle-feed them or change a diaper. His heart leaps out of his chest the first time they start flying, and he begs his wife to get them down, while he stands under them, ready to catch.
I have a character who did not have much interaction with others during her childhood. Would this have any lasting effects on her?
Being around other
people is CRITICAL for a child’s development.
Okay. So I’m going to
talk about two levels of isolation here.
The first level is going
to be the Romanian Orphanage level of neglect.
The backstory is a bit
complicated, but the upshot is that Romania suddenly had a hell of a lot of
unwanted children, most of which had to be raised in institutional orphanages.
There were not enough caregivers for the amount of children they had to deal
So what ended up
happening is that babies were left in their cribs, 24/7, and fed and changed on
a strict schedule. The babies learned not to cry, because it didn’t make a
caregiver come running any faster. They didn’t have toys; all they could do is
stare at their hands or the ceiling.
That lack of stimulation
was found to have pretty significantly negative effects as the kids grew up. These
kids are often physically stunted – they’re not as big as they should be for
their age. Their brains are often actually physically smaller. They have lower
IQs. They struggle with language. They also have problems with attachment.
Things do start to get
better if the character is put into a foster home quickly, but they may still have emotional and psychological problems (there are some links below for further research).
Now. The other level of
isolation I’m going to talk about is, for lack of a better term, the horror
stories. These are children who were raised in extreme isolation by severely
abusive caretakers, if they had caretakers at all.
Most children who are
completely isolated or severely deprived of interaction have not learned, or
have extreme difficulties with, language.
They also have
difficulty with basic motor skills. There’s something in our brain called
“mirror neurons.” @scriptbrainscientist will be able to elaborate more, but
basically it boils down to “Monkey see, monkey do.” We learn how to do things
because we mimic the behaviors of people around us. If there’s no one around
the character, they won’t know how to do things. The character won’t know how
to put on clothes or tie their shoes. They won’t know how to use a fork or
knife. They may not even know how to
Even if the character does have some social interaction, if
they are mostly isolated, the level of interaction they get isn’t enough to
foster normal development.
Now. That’s not to say
that the character won’t ever be able to develop language and learn those
skills. This kind of thing is not seen often enough for psychologists to make
that kind of a conclusion. But every report we’ve seen so far says that feral
or isolated kids never reach the level of functioning of same-age peers.
The best-studied case of
a child being raised in isolation is that of a girl who was nicknamed “Genie.”
I’m putting the rest of this post under the jump because what was done to her is nothing short of horrific.
Steve Cap, someone got him to do a school visit to a kindergarten in Brooklyn. Traykor
“Are you sure this is smart?” Steve asked, as he followed the event organizer down the hallway. Bright decorations in a variety of languages welcomed him to PS.375 Jackie Robinson School. “I mean, I’m not trained to work with kids or anything.”
He’d worn his least-threatening uniform (no tac straps or supply pouches, no cowl, and no gloves) but he still felt like some kind of terrifying giant, especially since most of the art on the walls was at child’s-eye level.
“Don’t worry, you won’t have to teach a class,” she replied, amused. “You just walk into the classroom, tell them hello and that you’re from Brooklyn too, let them ask you some questions, and hand out the little history booklets.”
Steve had insisted on vetting the “LIFE OF CAPTAIN AMERICA!” booklets before they were printed, but they were harmless little comics about his life growing up in Brooklyn. Sanitized, maybe; they left out the gang wars and the worst of the grinding poverty. But still. Educational.
“We’ve had great feedback from the Local Heroes program,” she continued.
“Yeah, Spidey says he loves doing the Queens schools,” Steve agreed. “Lucky we have so many heroes regional to New York.”
“All right, here we are,” she said. “Ready?”
Steve squared his jaw. “Ready.”
Inside, a group of kindergarteners were sitting in a semicircle on a large, brightly colored mat, being read to by a teacher. Steve faintly remembered his early school years as having a lot less carpeting. He barely heard the introductions being made; by god they were so small.
“Hi,” he managed stiffly, when he saw the teacher looking at him expectantly. “I’m Captain America. I’m, um, from Brooklyn too.”
The children stared up at him silently.
Ah, hell with it, he thought, and let himself down onto the carpet, crossing his legs, boots tucked up under his knees. His shield clanked, and he took it off his back, setting it against his knee. “I grew up around here,” he said. “I was born in Vinegar Hill.”
One of the kids reached out and whacked his shield with one hand. It resonated, and there was a chorus of “oooooh”. Steve grinned, pulling the shield around in front of him, and drummed his fingers on a sweet spot. The shield let out a low whine.
“It’s made of vibranium, a special metal,” he told them. “It sings when you tap it. You wanna try?” he asked a girl in the front row, who made a tiny fist and banged on it.
“My brother plays bucket drums on the subway,” one of them announced, and scooted forward to bang out a clumsy rhythm on the shield.
Steve, before he really understood what was happening, found himself surrounded by small, damp children, banging on the shield and firing questions about it at him. He didn’t even remember he was supposed to give a speech or hand out the booklets until the event organizer touched his shoulder.
“Captain America has a few other classrooms to visit,” she said. The kids looked disappointed. “But he left some books for you!”
“Be good, read up on your history,” Steve said, as he stood and mounted the shield on his back again. The children all nodded.
Outside, in the hallway, he grinned.
“I guess it makes sense they’d like the shield,” he remarked. “Brooklyn kids like to make a lot of noise.”
can I request nct neighbour au for jaehyun and mark just like the seventeen one? those are so good. but take your time :) thank you!
a lot of you wanted some more nct stuff on this blog, plus jaehyun’s birthday is tomorrow so!! take this as a little gift for the lovely boy of nct~ (and mark heh)
smiling sunshine, dimple angel of the apartment building that is so nice that he smiles at everyone and then ends up walking straight into the front door,,,,,,,jaehyun please looks where you’re going more often you clumsy kid
whenever he’s coming home, the kids from the nearby park will call out his name and ask him to join them
and if he has time you can find him holding a jump rope or helping one of the kids reach the basketball net
other times you can see him running down the straight, obviously late for his bus and trying to juggle his notebook, backpack, and phone
and he has this really childlike obliviousness about him,,,,,like he’s always just smiling and positive
and if he does anything to embarrass himself he just laughs it off
and if he meets a neighbor that might be in a bad mood, just talking with him usually makes people feel so comfortable and at ease,,,,,,he’s literally got a healing smile
keeps a lot of sports memorabilia in his apartment and it’s cute he like has the flag from his favorite national teams up on the wall and he invites people over to watch games with him
he likes to keep things clean, but his desk is always over piling with notebooks because he keeps forgetting them at home and then buying new ones to write in and in the end he ends with a huge stack on his desk that taeyong is always nagging about when he comes over
but other than that,,,,,,it’s a really normal apartment and jaehyun never worries about like decorating or anything. he cooks for himself (decently) and so the only thing he spends money on is sports + groceries
and you’re ,,,,,,,,,, not the best cook to put it lightly and you know jaehyun because whenever you bump into him at the grocery store he actually looks like he knows what he’s doing while you’re just like ???????!!!!!!!
and it’s like your third attempt at trying to make edible ramen,,,,that you just break one afternoon and you end up ringing jaehyun’s doorbell and when he opens the door you’re like “Save Me”
and he’s like “???? IS THERE A FIRE??? ARE YOU GETTING ROBBED? ILL CALL-”
and you just put the packet of ramen in his hand and you’re like “i suck,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,at Cooking”
it takes him a second but he burst out into that heavenly laughter and is like “so you need help?” and you’re like “please,,,,,,im so hungry” and he’s like “ok, ramen is easy. i can teach you in no time”
and you stand beside him as he boils the water like an expert and tears open the ramen and he’s telling you about how you should add in other things aside from flavor packets, like maybe vegetables or spices
and he’s doing this so effortlessly and in your head you’re like: how
but then also you peek up and you see how relaxed and happy he looks
the handsome set of his jaw, the way his eyes are a soft chocolate brown
and you realize only when he goes “almost done” that you’ve spent the last five minutes staring at him and not paying attention
and you’re like “o-oh yay!” and jaehyun invites you to try it with him
and he dips the spoon in and carefully blows on it before offering it to you and you want to take the spoon
but he’s like “i can feed you!”
completely oblivious to how he’s making your heart race and you taste it and ofc, it’s amazing and you’re like “how are you so good at everything??” and jaehyun’s like “im not good at EVERYTHING” but you’re like
“well you’re good at sports, cooking, and you’re cute that’s basically everything-”
and jaehyun grins but then his eyes widen a bit and he’s like “pardon me, but did you just say cute?”
and you’re like OH mY G OD ,,,,,,,, i did,,,,,,,,,and you’re like “WELL ILL BE GOING NOW”
but jaehyun is like “wait we should eat this ramen together-”
and you’re like dkjsfkdlf thank you for teaching me,,,,,i made a fool of myself i must go,,,,,,,,,,
but jaehyun’s face softens and he’s like “i think you’re cute too, so stay and have some ramen?”
and you’re like ,,,,,,w,,,,,,,,,,what,,,,,,,,,but also how can you say no to him and so you sit down beside him and he pours some ramen into a bowl for you
and as you’re sitting you’re trying not to blush TOO much
while jaehyun’s just thinking to himself,,,,,,that if if two cute people cook ramen together, does the ramen also become cuter?????? whatever, he just hopes he can cook with you sometime again soon~~~
always has someone over at his place because his hyungs don’t trust him living alone
taeyong is basically his damn roommate
he doesn’t spend too much time at home so he never has the opportunity to make it messy, except if he has like haechan over,,,,,,then he ends up with something from his closet missing and like half his supply of snacks. gone
he has like one poster on his wall of his favorite Canadian hockey player and it’s important to him because his brother sent it over when mark moved,,,,,,taeyong is like “it’s crooked” whenever he sees it but mark is like “hyung,,,,,,,it’s the sentiment that counts.”
sleeps just about anywhere in his apartment,,,,,,,like most people go to sleep in their bed but mark just knocks out where-ever. the couch, the floor, the kitchen table, while he’s brushing his teeth,,,,,,he just lives a very hectic life
his refrigerator gets covered in polaroids that jisung and jeno insist he put up and mark isn’t one for decorating, but he lets his younger friends do whatever because like why not
he gets nagged on by them for being “boring” but mark is like i just don’t have time to do anything ????? i barely had time to eat my morning bagel????
you think mark is really cute, ever since you moved in down the hall but like????? all the other neighbors are always like “we don’t know anything about him because he’s never around.” and you kind of get sad
because you get a glimpse of him like every two weeks and even then you can’t even properly introduce yourself because he’s either running out of the building or talking with a friend whose coming over
and you know,,,,,it’s not like you’re going to try and press the issue. you just smile whenever you two happen to pass each other even in those three seconds of interaction
and mark always smiles back,,,,,,,,,,,because he’s sweet
and you don’t know if it’s the sleep deprivation or just confusion but you hear someone trying to unlock your door when day
and when you go over, you open up and you see mark - shocked to see you
and he’s like “why,,,,,,,,are you in my apartment?” and you’re like “um,,,,,,,i live here. this is my apartment, you’re over there down the hall.”
and mark blinks and looks at his key and then at you and he’s like “thaT’S WHY it must have not opened up??? i kept putting my key in but it wouldn’t turn!!!”
and you laugh into your hand and you’re like “yeah, that’s probably why” and mark apologizes and you’re like don’t worry but then you’re like,,,,,,this is my only chance to ever talk to him so you’re like
“we haven’t ever,,,,,introduced ourselves but im your neighbor!” and you tell him your name and age and he grins and tells you his age and you guys just chat for a bit
and then out of nowhere he goes “you don’t have any chips do you?” and you’re like “i do, why?” and he’s like “i wanted to buy some on my way home, but i totally forgot and i just remembered because the hockey game is on later tonight and a friend of mine ate all my snacks the last time he was over”
with that mark rolls his eyes and mumbles haechan’s name but you’re like “oh, ill give you mine! hockey sounds fun - ive always wanted to learn more about it”
and mark perks up and he’s like “im from canada, hockey is like religion to us!! you should come over and watch the gam-”
but he stops himself and reddens and is like “it must be creepy for me to just ask like that, like who’d just come over to watch a game with a stranger haha”
but you shake your head and you’re like “i’d love to!”
and you get your chips and that’s how you end up sitting on mark’s couch, mark pointing to the players on the TV and explaining positions and goals and soon enough the two of you are literally sitting on the rug, nose in the TV, watching the game so intently and sharing chips
and when the team scores, you and mark burst into cheers like you’re literally in the rink with the fans
and you’re high-fiving each other and grinning
but also,,,,,,,once you look into each others eyes there’s a little hint of embarrassment because,,,,,,, you guys are still new to each other but also like ,,,,,,,,,, interested in each other
and neither of you says anything
until the door opens and in walks doyoung whose like “oops am i interrupting a date?”