time to start standing up for what is right

iwasapruneratfaverolles  asked:

PLEASE TELL THE CHILDREN THE STORY OF MS. STUBELS

Grace fuck, why would you invoke her name like that???

Okay, fine, gather round children, buckle up because we’re going on a bumpy ride back to everyone’s collective least favorite place: 7th grade.

Some background: I went to a very small Catholic school. One class per grade (we were the largest with 19 kids), everyone knew each other whether they wanted to or not. Despite basically every teacher and faculty members insistence that we were The Best And Most Special Class In The School and that everyone loved having us, the longstanding 7th grade teacher Mrs. O’Hara decided to retire in the summer of 2008, meaning the school had to find us a new teacher for the upcoming year. This would be like, the first new teacher in the school in a while, and as she was getting the ‘best class’, it was viewed as a Big Deal. Somewhere in like July or August we got a letter announcing Mrs. Stubel, and it came with a list of books to pick for the summer reading, and that was basically all the information we had.

So…the first day of class. She seems nice enough. Very…ditsy, I guess? It was very easy for her to get herself off topic while talking. She constantly paced around the room, never staying in one spot for longer than a second, complaining she has restless leg syndrome. Which like, I’m sure she did, but she was in the middle of introducing herself and then went on a 20 minute tangent about restless leg syndrome without anyone prompting her. It was almost like you could see her scattered thoughts flying around her head.

So anyone, she eventually gives somewhat of an introduction- she had only taught in public schools before, and kept worrying she ‘didn’t know’ how to teach in a Catholic school despite the entire class insisting literally nothing was different, you just teach the curriculum, twice a week we have religion class with Sister Mary King, that’s literally it (she still talked over us in worry), she told us about her kids, she told us about her obsession with Emily Dickinson, stuff like that.

And then she hands us this worksheet.

She’s like, “Oh, these are just some basic questions for you to answer! Just so I can get to know you guys better!” like in lieu of an icebreaker game, which is fine, but…the questions. The questions were all “What is your most haunting fear?”, “What is your deepest regret?”, “Have you ever experienced the pain of loss?”, “What was your worst injury?”, “What was your worst nightmare?”, all questions like that, and then on the back she wanted us to draw a gravestone and write out what we wanted our epitaph to be.

We were twelve year olds, mind you.

Oh my God and one girl missed the first day because of her grandmother’s funeral, so when she came the next day and saw what the teacher was insisting she do for homework, she almost had a panic attack? And the lady still made her do it? Literally who wants to think about death anymore at a time like that omfg.

Okay, so then we get to the summer reading book reports, right? Now, she had given a list of maybe, 20 books that you could pick from, read it, and then present an oral report on it. You had to have notecards and you had to be able to answer questions from the class at the end. All in all, I’ve had worse projects.

So, on this list, she apparently put Madeleine L’Engle’s entire book series on the list…only she did not make it known that this was a series and not multiple stand alone books, so when reports started up it caused mass-panic of kids trying to put together plot points and make connections on what the hell they had read.

I was the only kid in the class who had chosen to read “A Wrinkle In Time”, and that has since lead to a series of events that…really actually scares me, I’m still incredibly freaked out, I’m not going to get into it right now because it’ll take away from the current story, but just know that I’m not above wondering if it only happened because I read the book for Stubel.

Anyway, so like, I got through the report okay. The class asking questions about it was fine, but the teacher kept asking questions that didn’t make sense, like, at all. My friend Angie has always had super neat handwriting and Mrs. Stubel got like, obsessed with her notecards and asked if she could borrow them for something. When we got our grades back a few weeks later, Angie had points taken off for not having notecards.

And then her teaching just…didn’t happen. She’d never stay on a topic, she’d always get herself distracted! We were not learning anything. And like, this wasn’t a class of advanced smart kids that loved to learn. By all accounts we should’ve been thrilled. But it got out of hand. It got to points where we had to start teaching lessons to ourselves, asking teacher from other grades for help, always coming home in tears, complaining constantly to our parents and the principal because this woman wasn’t teaching us anything. There were two kids who asked her multiple times for extra help, and she told them each time to ‘talk to me after school’, but then she’d leave immediately after school so they wouldn’t be able to talk to her. They finally brought up the issue in the middle of class and she had a breakdown, yelling about how nobody ever thinks that maybe the teacher has a lot of work to do, and maybe she’s entitled to taking off early, but when we tried to argue she shouldn’t schedule meetings and then break them off in the name of relaxation, she stormed out of the room and tried to get the principal to give us detention. (Which, like, our school didn’t even do, and she was the only one in the wrong during this situation) We are still in September at this point, and already at least ten kids have parents considering transferring them to another school. (And remember, there was only 19 of us, and most of the class had been together since preschool, so that was a big deal).

Then, she starts coming in with all the weird bruises. All the Moms™ immediately started gossiping that her husband had to be beating her, and that’s why she was so screwy in the head. But the way she talked about her husband made it seem like he *might* be dead, and we actually did witness her fall and smack her head into a doorknob once, so no one really knew what to believe. (Also, I’m not trying to imply that abuse would make someone crazy or ‘damaged’ or anything, this is just what was being said. I think they were trying to turn her into a more sympathetic character, because if you feel sorry for her you don’t have to hate her for frustrating your kids so much, and Hate Is A Bad Emotion.)

Also…this woman and Emily Dickinson.

She talked about Emily Dickinson every chance she could get. None of us knew who Emily Dickinson really was before she got there and you could see in her mind it was a capitol offense. She found out the curriculum didn’t have room to cover her (because like, we had a text book), and was way too upset about it. She started reading her poems whenever she found the time (usually somewhere in history class), and always gave us very detailed accounts about her dressing up as Emily and reading her poetry at the library.

Now, two things to note here:

  1. The library did not hire her to do this. She would literally just get in the mood, put on an Emily Dickinson costume that she made by herself, drive to different libraries, and just read poetry out loud to everyone there until someone eventually asked her to leave.
  2. The way she described these events…her tone, the look on her face, her posture…you could just tell that she was getting some sort of sexual gratification out of this? Like dressing up as Emily Dickinson in public and reading her sad poems is really what got this lady’s jollies rocking? Got her all hot and bothered? Which is…a lot, but why would you tell a bunch of seventh graders about it holy shit. What about that sounds like a good idea! What about that turns you back on!

So anyway, we learned a lot about Emily Dickinson against our will.

One of the Davids™ was reading a book for pleasure- which shouldn’t have been a shocker, a lot of kids always had books on them, but Stubel got really interested and asked if she could borrow it from him. He was like ‘sure, after I finish it?’ but she took it that day. He asked her for it back for like five weeks straight.

And…the strudels.

Okay, so the school was trying some dorky thing to promote ~togetherness~ or some virtue or something, I don’t remember the specifics of why, but each class had to make a huge themed poster and hang it on the wall outside the classroom. Which was like, whatever, not the most thrilling project but at least it allowed us to be productive vs just sitting there as the teacher runs about the room rambling about her family vacation from four years ago. Mrs. Stubel decided we needed a quirky nickname and after like three days of deliberation we were christened “Stubel’s Special Strudels”!

(points for alliteration or whatever, but no one actually voted for that and what exactly do strudels have to do with Catholicism? It became a big running joke amongst the kids)

Also, in case you were wondering, she didn’t explain the assignment correctly to us- so every other class had like these beautiful, artistic, well-themed and put together posters, while ours was just…literally a bunch of shit thrown together on paper. Nothing fit with each other, it was literally embarrassing to look at.

But then…she wouldn’t drop the strudel thing. Like she kept bringing it up. She got really into strudels and would just tell us random shit about them. Finally, someone jokes that we should get strudels one day for a party (like instead of a pizza party), and she’s Freaking Out and On Board. She really wants to buy us strudels and have a breakfast party now. She talked about it for like two days straight.

So like… you know in school when you would have a pizza party, usually the teacher would buy it? That’s how they always happened in my experience (not counting the last day of 10th grade when some kid had pizza delivered to the school for lunch but it didn’t get there until math class lol). But especially in grade school? Like if it wasn’t a PTA made party that’s super organized, the school would buy the food, right? Right?

Yeah, so she was like, if this is happening you guys need to give me the money. Just give me the money and then I’ll pick them up on my way to work!! And after some arguing some kids are on board. Strudels should only cost a couple dollars right?

And she’s like, oh no, I’m gonna get them from this high end bakery near my house so it’ll be special, but they’re not cheap and it’ll be a big order! I’m gonna need like fifteen dollars from each of you!

And at this point I’m just like…lady. Come on. 

But she keeps insisting. She’s not gonna go until every student in class pays up.

And I’m like…I’m poor. I don’t even like strudel.  And some of the less-naïve kids are siding with me.

And then she pulls that “you guys are just spoiling all the fun for your classmates” shit, like the naïve kids who already paid up, so it gets to the point where we just gotta cave and give her the money.

(I ended up stealing it out of my Crazy Bitch Aunt’s wallet so it’s whatever, I guess.)

And then of course, shockingly enough, every morning she was met with “where are the strudels?” and every morning she went wide eyed, slapped her forehead and yelled in embarrassed horror “I totally forgot! Tomorrow, guys, I promise!”

Honestly, with how scatterbrained and confused she always was…like to this day I can’t tell you with 100% certainty whether she hustled us or was just actually forgetting about the damn pastries, I choose to lean towards the hustled us side because that’s just the type of people I’m used to, but if I found out it was innocent forgetfulness I wouldn’t exactly be surprised.

She couldn’t handle more than one person talking at a time. Like, we’d have break periods, or group work, or something and all the talking made her go wide-eyed and batty. She’d look overworked and anxious and would be darting around the room trying to do work or something but she couldn’t focus and she’d yell at anyone who tried to talk to her directly. I remember one time she was using this boys desk for something so he asked “where am I supposed to sit?” and she snapped “Sit on the ceiling for all I care!”. And this kid was the Class Clown™ , so he immediately grabbed a chair in one hand and started climbing the bookcase to try and reach the ceiling. She’s standing right next to this and doesn’t even notice. He got all four chair legs planted on the ceiling and was trying to somehow maneuver his way into the chair (I really don’t know what the plan was exactly- he was really tall and it was a small building, so I think he probably had the idea that if he can get his body upside down and in the chair, and stretch out his arms like a hand-stand to hold onto bookcase, he could arguably sit on the ceiling.) but he slipped. Crashed into my desk and the two desks next to me, knocked over the book case, broke the chair in half and hit the desks with enough force to knock them down lower. It was hilarious. Everyone was loosing their shit cracking up (he was fine) and it still took Stubel like five minutes to notice his lying out across the desks right in front of her eyes. She was pissed but how did she miss any of it in the first place? She was barely being helpful in whatever it was she was trying to do.

This was the year the Phillies were going to the World Series, and all the grades were having a Phillies Rally in the cafeteria so a news crew was coming to the school and each class was supposed to come up with fun little cheers for them to broadcast. Multiple cheer ideas were presented to her and she vetoed all of them, someone even suggested just singing the damn eagles theme song with replaced words and calling it a day but she vetoed that too, she was very adamant that she could come up with a cheer all by herself and it’ll be the best one (whoever had the best cheer was winning like an ice cream day or something idk). And then like…literally five minutes before the rally she just hands us signs with the letters and was like ‘we’re just gonna spell out Phillies it will be cute won’t it my strudels???’. We were the weakest class there, predictably. I think we lost to the kindergarteners. There might still be a video online of me yelling “ i “ passionately at the top of my lungs. It was online bc our cheer was so bland the news crew cut it out of the broadcast.

I literally can’t say enough about how she never taught us anything. She’d be going on some tangent about how she doesn’t understand the science behind skiing, and I’d be like “Okay yes but please can you just tell me where Romania is on a map???” And she’d start fights whenever someone actually wanted to learn. It was so easy to get her angry but so hard for her to stay on topic. Kids started teaching the class themselves! Like seriously, she’d be rambling and one of us would just go up to the podium, open the teacher’s guide textbook and just start reading out loud and talking over her. By the time she noticed we’d be halfway through a lesson. And we understood it better than when she tried! You know something’s wrong when pre-teens are more qualified for a job than an adult who supposedly went to school for this.

We were in the church having run-throughs for our upcoming Confirmation and she almost set the church on fire…fifteen different times. In less than half an hour. How hard is it to hold a candle?

Okay, and here’s when stuff starts kicking up. It was October 28th, a Tuesday, and it was our last day of school that week because they were having parent-teacher conferences the rest of the week. So we were just hanging out, watching movies in class and reading (lord knows we weren’t learning), and Stubel calls me over to her desk.

So like, she had given everyone little bags with candy for Halloween, but I get up there and she hands me an extra one. And she’s like “Molly I know your birthday is tomorrow and I bought you a present but I left it on my coffee table this morning by accident! So just have the candy for now!”

And I’m like….”Ma’am I’m like, the sixth birthday this year. You didn’t give anyone else presents?”

And she goes “Oh, I know but this is a special secret surprise. I just know you’re gonna love it! Do you wanna stop by my house later this week to pick it up or should I just give it to you Monday after school?”

And like…In writing this sounds like a non-threatening exchange, and like, it was, but I felt so uncomfortable holy shit. I’m looking over my shoulder and shooting my friends SOS signals. Something about this felt so weird in my gut omfg. I told her thanks and I’d just see her Monday.

So we flash forward to Wednesday- my 13th birthday, the day the Phillies won the world series, and also the day my mother innocently strolled into the school for her meeting only to be met with screaming, the sound of heavy destruction, and the school secretary Mrs. Daily running at her in a panic, waving her arms and yelling “YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED GET IN MY OFFICE NOW!”

So my poor mother, who thought she could handle this whole meeting in a few minutes and barely be an hour late for work, is now barricaded in the front office with the school secretary, as the noises from down the hall get louder and louder. The woman explains that they had gotten so many complaints about Mrs. Stubel that this morning, when she got to the school, the principal Sister Patricia called her in and said “Listen, we need you to be professional and still have the parent conferences, but we have to let you go. We just don’t think you fit in well here, and the kids need to come first and feel comfortable in their school.” and like, I’m paraphrasing because I wasn’t there, but we all know she was very polite and professional about it.

Mrs. Stubel, however…was not.

She flipped her chair and stormed out of the office, and locks herself in the seventh grade classroom. She started wrecking the shit out of that place, screaming obscenities and the top of her lungs, they had to call the cops on her! She was locked in there for almost an hour! And let me just give you a nice little list of everything she did in that classroom:

  • Smashed three windows.
  • Threw everything off her desk and carved swear words all over it.
  • Got cleaning fluid that she knew would damage the chalk boards, smeared it all over.
  • Cracked the chalk boards by repeatedly smashing chairs against them.
  • Wrote swear words all over the walls and on desks
  • Went into students desks, ripped up their books.
  • Stole my glasses. (which were in my desk bc I only used them in class at the time)
  • Threw some desks around.
  • Carved swear words into the boards. (there was so much carving I’m assuming she just had a knife on her person, which has to lead to the question, did she have a knife on her while she was in class with us?)
  • Physically ripped the hooks to hang backpacks on out of the wall.
  • Knocked the closet door off it’s hinges.
  • Ripped up all the books in the bookcases and threw their pages all around the room.
  • Wrote lewd phrases inside student’s desks.
  • Broke multiple chairs.
  • Used her podium as a battering ram against the wall that’s in front of where the backpacks go. (the wall won but Damage Was Inflicted)
  • Set a fire in the trash can.
  • When the principal and other teachers started trying to get in, she tossed her rolling chair at the door to scare them off.
  • She was screaming curse words at the top of her lungs the entire time, and cursing the school and the kids and the principal and the church in general, and the school building was small, so all the parents and the smaller children that had to come to the meetings (who were locked in their respective classrooms in fear) heard everything.
  • So much more? But it’s 4:30 in this morning and this list is already long.

So my mom is in the front office and deadass the

entire police force

shows up, running down the hallway to the classroom yelling at her to stop, and it takes a while for them to get her out holy shit. They knocked down the door and she tried to escape out of one of the broken windows! But they got her and dragged her out.

So of course, in such a small school with very involved parents this shit spread like wildfire. The entire town knew within the day. The poor principal called the newly retired old-seventh grade teacher and was like “So we…need some help” and the lady was like “I already heard I’ll be there Monday” omfg. I remember I got a text from one of my classmates saying “if your birthday wish was for us to be set free from the beast I love you” omfg.

So, we eventually go back to school on Monday and everyone’s buzzing. The principal has us go to the cafeteria and she ‘delicately’ explains the situation, and that the old teacher is coming out of retirement for us, the school has a restraining order against Mrs. Stubel now and that she’s sorry we had to deal with this mess. Our classroom had to go under some heavy reconstruction before we could be let back in there, so for like two weeks we alternated between the cafeteria and the preschooler’s classroom, we had no books or anything, just provided loose-leaf paper and pens. It was like, surreal, but everyone was just so happy to be rid of her and to be in the presence of a competent teacher omfg. We eventually were able to get back into our usual classroom.

  1. It took a while for things to go completely back to normal, though. After the big spectacle she made, for weeks after she was fired we were all very scared of the possibility of Mrs. Stubel returning to the school with a gun in hand. It was always a topic we whispered about at lunch with wide eyes and shivers. Like…genuine nightmare scenario.
  2. About two weeks after she was fired, a boy in the back of the classroom gasped loudly during SSR, and when we all looked at him, he whispered in anger “She never gave us our freakin’ strudels!”
  3. About three months after she was fired, we were lined up at the door to go to Library when a few of us looked through the windows and saw something darting through the trees. It was fast and we couldn’t make anything out, so we let it drop. When the class and teacher returned half and hour later, the book she had borrowed months before from one of the boys was sitting on his desk. It was just laying there, the room was silent, nothing had been disturbed…but I have never seen a book look so threatening. People were freaking out. Someone kept insisting that she turned the book into a bomb. No one figure out how she got in the school, and no one could figure out how she got it on the right desk, as we had switched the seating arrangement since she had last been there.  
  4. A full six months after she had left, it was nearing the end of the school year and our class was dicking around during our last computer class. Someone found a website (that we weren’t allowed to be on) that pulls up any police records attached to whoever’s name you enter, so someone decided to search Mrs. Stubel as a joke. We ended up finding out she had like six DUI’s.

Aaaaand that’s the story of the horrendous teacher I had for two months in 7th grade. One of my favorite party stories but tbh she still haunts me™ .

Tips From a Trans Guy

-Walk tall, confidence is the key in everything you do. As a transgender individual not everyone will take you seriously but you need to be strong.

-Shave the fuzz. A smooth face is better than a fuzzy face.

-Vests honestly work to hiding chest thingies. Bajas do as well.

-Finding pants can suck for people. Even cis guys who lift unfortunately. Levis have these amazing jeans. They’re athletic fit which helps around the hips, and thighs which is my issue.

-Acne will suck once you go on T. Wash your face twice a day with soap and water. Acne wipes will help during that time. Lemon water (drink it, or you know I’m sure you can rub it all over) also clears skin and serves other amazing purposes.

-When using the boys bathroom, do not talk, do not interact. Do your business and leave. Do not make eye contact. It’s not the same as using a bathroom with feminine individuals.

-Dating can be hard. You look younger than you really are which sometimes isn’t a good thing. People younger than you will also be all over you. Like teenagers. Do not give in! One day you won’t look like a baby (cross your fingers), that means hopefully people your own age will date you! You could also try getting a tattoo if you’re old enough so people know you’re older than 18 .-.

-Also with dating. It’s a whole lot different as a man. You’re no longer girlxgirl or girlxguy (well the last one is possible but you won’t be the girl anymore). The dynamic is so different. It might take time to get your groove back so don’t get frustrated.

-As you get older and start passing (you’ll get there!). Privileges will open up to you. Your world will change. But that doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole! You don’t need to be a feminist but remember what it’s like to be a women and how the world treated you.

-Bullying can suck, even if you have an amazing support system. I have a warning for you. Do Not Engage. They will pick fights. Yes stand up for yourself but do not stoop to their level. Stay strong and keep your head up. You’re more than them.

-You will lose friends. It sucks but your true friends who are meant to be in your life will stick by you to support you. You will have an amazing support system even if you don’t have one now. If your family isn’t supportive then you can create your own in the future.

-Last but not least, be you. Stay amazing. Stay you. You’re perfect and some day people will see that. I promise.

prince in training

~3k, rated T

Sterek ficlet inspired by this: “i grew up not knowing i was royal and now i guess i’m heir to a throne and you’re the guy who’s supposed to be teaching me how to be royal bc i suck at it and oops we made out” au

This is kind of Princess-Diaries-ish. I know that’s been done before in this fandom (and thank god it has—it’s awesome), but I couldn’t help myself. Yay for self-indulgence!

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Stiles thought the most annoying thing about suddenly being a royal heir to a small eastern European kingdom he’s never heard of would be the hyper-aggressive paparazzi, but he was dead wrong.

The most annoying thing is actually Derek Hale, the guy Stiles’ grandmother hired to teach Stiles how not to screw this up.

“Princes don’t chew with their mouths open, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t shove an entire fistful of curly fries in their mouths, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t wear pink-and-green plaid shirts from Target, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t slouch.”

They don’t slump, either, or yawn or sneeze or cough in public, or fist-pump, or drive beat-up old blue Jeeps, or wear bright colors, or rock out to the radio, or do anything fun.

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Protection (Gaston Imagine)

Request:  Could you do a Gaston one where the reader is being teased and every time it happens he comes to her rescue until he finally admits he loves her?- @lunarwolfspn


Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Something weird was going on. Every time something bad was happening to you Gaston would suddenly appear and ‘save’ you. It has happened a couple of times now and it was starting to get old.

First Time

The first time wasn’t to bad just a couple of girls being rude like always.

“Look at her dress. It looks so hideous.” One of the bimbettes laughed and pointed at your (f/c) dress. The other two looked at you and started laughing as well.

“It looks like it was made by a child.” The shortest one elbowed the tallest one as she giggled. “Can you believe she left the house wearing that?” The last cackled.

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Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Chap. 8)

Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off -Reader signs up for an online app similar to Omegle, but little does she know that she’s talking to the one and only Sebastian Stan.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Angst. Oral sex (female receiving). Fluff. Sebastian being a sexy beast. Slight secondhand embarrassment. NSFW. 

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Persistence

content: Dean feels uncomfortable with the flirting attempts by the cashier at the grocery store, but thankfully Castiel comes to his rescue – though seriously not the way Dean expected.

word count: 2,174


Dean really doesn’t like visiting the small grocery store in Lebanon right at the town’s center.

And thankfully most of the time he’s got other options – mainly the big supermarket next to the highway –, but once in a while he’s got no other choice due to time issues or saving gas or whatever else might come up.

And it’s not like the store itself is crappy or something. No, not at all. It may be small, but it’s got everything they need, even Dean’s favorite brand of beer. Hell, they even sell those awesome chocolate brownies you can’t find nearly anywhere anymore!

So yeah, it’s a nice enough store.

But there’s a big problem – the cashier who seems to live in that stupid shop!

At least Dean’s got that impression since she’s always there when he walks through the door, smiling at him so broadly as soon as she spots him as if the only purpose of her life is waiting for Dean to arrive at the store.

Her name is Stacy and she looks like seventeen although she reassured him many times before (by emphasizing Every. Single. Word.) that she’s old enough to drink – while at the same time giggling like she just shared a juicy secret and fluttering her eyelashes in a way she probably thinks seductive. Her flirting attempts are countless, clumsy, awkward and leave Dean highly uncomfortable.

But she never stops.

Dean can’t help admiring her persistence a bit. Not even hints that he could easily be her father age wise made her back off. Dean tried being nice and polite about it and used grumbles and grunts a few weeks later when his maturity hadn’t been very effective, but nothing seems to impress that girl. Every time Dean starts to talk and attempts to make himself clear she simply sighs deeply and gazes into his eyes or checks out his ass, not at all interested in what he has to say.

It’s infuriating.

Even the apocalypse hadn’t been that annoying.

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WASTED POTENTIAL: X-Men: First Class and the Death of Armando Muñoz

Or, How Racism F%#@ed the X-Men Movies

It’s no surprise to anyone who knows me that I am absolutely, ridiculously invested in the X-Men Cinematic Universe.  Or, more specifically, I’m invested in what the XMCU could have been, if it had been approached as a cohesive whole rather than a series of vaguely confused attempts at continuity and Wolverine cameos.

For me, the biggest moment of missed potential comes with the death of Armando “Darwin” Muñoz at the midpoint of X-Men: First Class.  People have talked, of course, about how his death was racist and doesn’t make sense – because it was racist, and fundamentally, it doesn’t make sense.

To be fair, I don’t think the writers were being intentionally racist when they killed Armando off in the same scene where the movie’s only other black character defects to the side of the bad guys.  I don’t think they were being intentionally racist when they had a Nazi kill a black man, who, in the comics, is literally and demonstrably unkillable.

But they did these things, and these things were racist.

And to be honest, that racism kinda f%#@ed the franchise.  It’s not the only thing that did – the decision to put ten year timeskips in between each movie of the second trilogy certainly didn’t help matters – but I think that it’s the single bad decision that, if averted, would have changed everything.

Under the cut, I’ll discuss why Armando was such a significant character, and why his death shaped the direction of the franchise by destroying some pretty epic narrative possibilities.

(Trigger Warnings for: mentions of suicide, depression, trauma, real life racism, human experimentation.  Nothing more explicit than XMCU canon, however.)


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After Party - Seth Rollins x Reader

Summary:- You go out for a few drinks after Wrestlemania with Seth, Renee, and Dean. After a drunk guy gets far too flirty in the bar, Seth takes you back to the hotel, and reminds you who you belong to. 

Warnings:-Smut, Swearing, Daddy Kink

Word Count:-1,399

@fangasm202

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anonymous asked:

Hey can you do RFA's reaction to MC getting hit by a car? I got hit by one today but I'm fine :D

i know you said you’re fine but. really i. i send you my best wishes that sounds so damn scary? also since this is like… sort of a lighthearted time for me this will be like MC got hit but not much damage?

Yoosung

  • he just starts freaking out before MC can even react to the car itself
  • no no nope no no
  • he’s basically throwing himself at MC’s way 
  • MC sorta stands back up- gosh that hurt- and he’s just
  • bawling
  • MC is a bit scratched up, and maybe in some pain, but Yoosung is acting like they just died
  • it takes a lot to comfort him?
  • he insists MC goes to a doctor because he’s just super shaken and still not entirely sure if what he saw was an illusion or something
  • he can’t even get mad at the driver right away because he’s so damn worried
  • good luck afterwards tho he’s coming for ya

Jaehee

  • her reflexes make her try to shove MC out of the car’s way and she’s late by just a fraction of a second
  • her hands fly to her mouth as she sees MC, landing on their butt on the road as the car halts
  • she drops everything and rushes to MC’s side and helps them up
  • makes sure to ask about a thousand times if anything hurts- are you sure your legs are fine? are you sure you can walk? one hundred percent sure your head isn’t feeling funny?
  • she makes MC sit down for a second before she stands right in front of the car that just hit MC
  • sure, it was a pretty soft hit and MC wasn’t harmed- but that isn’t the point- the thing is, this person hit MC with a car and God knows she isn’t going to let them just drive away

Zen

  • his heart literally stops
  • it feels like time is in slow motions
  • car accidents, motorcycle accidents… he absolutely does not have good memories attached to that
  • he tries to run but at the same time he feels like his body is sinking down into the road
  • he falls to his knees- and then, MC sits up, grumbling
  • he can feel his soul flying back into him when MC mumbles some curses as they dust themselves off
  • he’s quickly holding MC, asking in a flurry if they feel ok- he will probably make them go to a doctor later, though
  • but for the meanwhile, he turns to the driver with the angriest look on his eyes MC has ever seen
  • MC has to drag him away before his acting career is ruined by him committing 3rd degree murder right then and there

Jumin

  • he tosses everything out of his hands and rushes in as soon as he realizes MC has been hit
  • he is phoning a private ambulance within the first seconds as he leans down next to MC
  • MC is just a bitch scratched up- and now trying to calm down Jumin before he calls an helicopter to take them to a clinic
  • Of course, it’s not usual for Jumin to witness a car accident- leave alone have a loved one be the victim- and he can’t remotely calm down
  • his private guards are circling the car that hit MC within seconds, and before MC can even ask Jumin if he’s absolutely sure this isn’t too much, he’s already pressed charges against the driver

707

  • usually, someone who knows so much about cars would be able to tell it was nothing serious
  • the car model, the low speed, the quick reaction from the driver…
  • but he couldn’t
  • the mere sense of MC being in danger dulled out all his senses
  • usually, his training would make him jump forward and protect- but it’s too late
  • he cries out for MC, loud enough to make people stop and look in concern
  • MC sits up in a bolt, whining about the slight pain of the impact, and then quickly cries out “I’m fine” to Seven.
  • it is in that moment, Seven’s senses come back
  • oh hey that car was going pretty slow huh
  • he and MC look at each other and instinctively laugh
  • he helps MC up, and after MC reassures him they’re ok once more, he starts planning a little “surprise” for the driver, after glancing and snapping a photo of the car’s license plate
The Melody Lingers On - Archie Andrews x Reader Imagine

Warnings: None

Request by @mydunbar :I love your imagines so much!! Please can I have one with Archie (your boyfriend)  where you can secretly sing and never tell anyone but he overhears you and is shocked and makes you perform a song with him? Thank you! X

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@leonygunawan said: HI ITS ME AGAIN!!! i have a lot of ideas so i apologize if you constantly see my user pops up. tonight i present you my idea of a jeff atkins y/n have a job at a daycare in the toddlers section and one day jeff surprised y/n at work and he ended up playing with a lot of the kids, he would carry them above his head since he’s buff as fck (can i cuss?) and the little girls would ask him to be their bf lol okay yeah. this is a very long ask so i will bid you a doo au revoir and gracias 💖💖💖💖

Originally posted by yesilliniz

JEFF X READER

Having a summer job at a private Daycare is both a blessing and a curse. For one the paycheck every two weeks along with the children’s laughter really brightens your day, but on the other hand, waking up at the butt crack of dawn and dealing with tantrum throwing toddlers is really nerve grating.

But in the end, you wouldn’t have any other job.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m gonna go ahead and take my lunch break. You good to keep an eye on the babies for me, too?” Your co-worker asks. You glance up at Makenzie, energy already dwindling for the day while she still looks bright-eyed, but smile and nod nonetheless. “Thanks! I’ll bring you back something sweet.”

Fortunately for you, the wall separating the infants from the toddlers is about chest high and you can easily see into both rooms at the same time. The toddlers are currently down for their naps, but the two infants that the Daycare takes care of are set to wake up any moment now.

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Let Me Hold You

Title: Let Me Hold You

Request: Could you do a highschool au with Josh where you can’t sleep so you call him and he comes over and helps you fall asleep and they do it almost every night after that then they admit their feelings and fluffy smut? If you’re ok with it?

Characters: Josh Dun x Reader, Tyler Joseph, Jenna Black

Warnings: None

A/N: I don’t write smut, sorry. Also, I added a bit of Tyler x Jenna at the end because they are so cute together and I couldn’t help myself. 

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anonymous asked:

four word prompt: please don't hate me

i was already working on this and then pictures of harry and a baby showed up today so i figured it was only appropriate to post dad harry today.

She crawls across the floor to Harry where he sits on the couch, little hands grabbing his trousers so she can pull herself up. When her tiny head pops above his knees and she sees him smiling down at her she squeals in delight, causing herself to fall back on her butt.
“Oh no,” Harry laughs, leaning over his knees so he can see her, “You alright, angel?”
She smiles up at him, rocking back and forth on her bottom. Harry checks his phone quickly and seeing what time it is, stands to go make her a bottle. “I’ll be right back, angel.” Avoiding telling her just what he was doing because she could pick up on words like “bottle” now and would probably start screaming. “Stay right here.” He lifts her and then puts her in the playpen, kissing the top of her head before heading to the kitchen.
He hated the formula, thought it smelt awful, but the doctor had insisted we switch over when he noticed she wasn’t gaining enough weight on your breast milk. It had absolutely crushed you and Harry remembered spending the whole night holding you and assuring you that you weren’t a failure and that it was out of your control.

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daddyzenpie  asked:

HC where MC is always kind and calm and full of smile, but one day, something happened ane make her furious, so she finally snaps and cuss with a very loud voice and angry face. How will RFA+V+Saeran reacting to it?

Did you mean: Me in middle school? Cause I did that once in class cause it was my turn to read a everybody was talking, but nobody except for the three people around me knew that I was the one that told everybody to shut the fuck up. P.s i love your name and the picture~Madre Mod

Yoosung

  • Surprise surprise it happened during a video game.
  • But not LOLOL it was mario kart
  • You and Yoosung was playing mario kart on rainbow road
  • while it was easy for the first ten seconds, lets say that the computer players were getting on your nerves.
  • And Mario hitting you with a red shell was the last straw.
  • “MarIO WHAT THE FU C K??!! THIS COURSE IS ALREADY FUCKING HARD ENOUGH WITH OUT YOU BEAMING FUCKING RED SHELLS AT PEOPLE!”
  • Yoosung was terrified honestly
  • it came out of nowhere
  • poor boy was spooped.
  • “Mc I think it’s time to put the controller down.”
  • “NOT UNTIL I HIT MARIOS ASS WITH A BLUE SHELL!”
  • “Mc he’s not in first place. Please calm down.”

Jaehee

  • It was a normal day at the coffee shop
  • People came, ordered food, some stay and eat, some smile and leave.
  • Then there was one kind of person you and jaehee thought you guys would never experience.
  • The sassy and spoiled customer. He seemed like they had a stick up their ass, really.
  • If you had to describe what he looked like, you would say that they looked like jumin, but with blonde hair and glasses. shit my danganr0npa is showing
  • Jaehee was busy so you had to serve them.
  • You flashed him a smile and politely asked “What would you like to order?”
  • He asked for a simple latte. No big deal right. Until they started telling you to add specific things into it.
  • No problem.
  • You did as he asked, putting in the specific things into it.
  • You called his name and he came up to get his latte.
  • He took a sip then spit it out at you, nearly missing your face.
  • He started telling you how you messed it up and stuff and how he won’t stand up for this. You snapped.
  • “Well excuse me for not making it right the first FUCKING TIME. How fucking dare you come into this cafe, and try to order me to make you this ridiculous latte. Who in hell even puts cinnimon sugar in a latte??”
  • Jaehee came at the point and ordered the four eyed lemon out of the building.
  • while she is shocked that you cussed out a customer, even if he was a prick, she’s a little happy that you stood up for yourself.

Zen

  • Zen invited you to come to a premiere party to this movie he starred in.
  • the cast was holding a party to celebrate the success of the movie after two months of hard work.
  • He gave you a nice and beautiful dress to wear and some shoes to go with it. 
  • time skip to the party, it was going great!
  • Zen introduced you to the cast members while lowkey eyeing the guys and mouthing that you’re taken
  • Halfway through the party you noticed some of the female actresses staring at you and chuckling.
  • They think you can’t hear the shit they are saying, but you do.
  • They talking about how you’re too ‘ugly’ to be with zen and how Zen would like a girl who’s beautiful just like he is.
  • Instead of feeling self-conscious about it you got mad.
  • How DARE those girls try and say shit about you.
  • So while Zen was talking to some of the other cast members, you was getting even with the girls.
  • You walked up to them, with a drink in each hand and confronted them.
  • “Hello, I’m Mc Zen’s beautiful girlfriend. I just want you girls to know that I could hear the bullshit you said about me, you know how i’m too ugly to be with zen.” You started
  • The girls looked at eeach other and chuckled. “Yeah, what are you going to do about it?” 
  • You threw the cups of juice at them, ruining their makeup and dressed. 
  • “That is what i’m going to do about it. While you hoes only care about Zen’s outside and how he makes your plastic looking asses good, I care about Zen’s true beauty, which is on the inside.” 
  • The girls retailiated, talking about how their looks are true and not plastic.
  • “Oh please, even I can tell your butts and boobs are fucking fake. I could tell from across the room that they were fake!” 
  • While that was happening, you didn’t know that Zen was standing right behind you while you ranted.
  • He is shocked
  • Proceeds to drag you out of the place before you got violent.

Jumin

  • If you would’ve told him last week that his kitten cusses he wouldn’t believe you.
  • Until today.
  • Jumin was curious on what you do when he’s at work, so he comes home early.
  • As quietly as he could, he enters the house and looks for you
  • He can hear somebody talking so he follows that voice, turns out you was in the bedroom in front of the vanity, your phone playing what looks like a makeup tutorial.
  • You were trying to master the art of winged eyeliner, you could never do it right due to shaky hands.
  • But at that moment you was willing to try.
  • You was carefully to get the eyeliner on your bottom lashes when your phone buzzed, breaking your foucs and causing your hand with the eye pencil to jolt and make a jagged line going from your eye to your cheek.
  • You slammed your hands on the table and yelled “GOD FUCKING DAMNIT, i ALMOST HAD IT!”
  • Jumin chuckled from his place near the door, making you realize that you had an audience.
  • “You know, I could just get somebody to do that for you, so things like this won’t happen again.”
  • You just grumbled and went to the bathroom to wash it off

Seven

  • You like coffee
  • plain and simple
  • Seven knows you like coffee
  • Seven also likes pranks.
  • Seven goes and hides all the coffee beans in the house
  • and the coffee machine
  • It’s about 6 am and you needed coffee to remain calm for the rest of the day.
  • When you went to the kitchen to get some, you saw that the machine and the beans are gone.
  • Seven is watching this from his hacker room, which he locked in case you try to look for him.
  • You look around frantically, trying to locate the missing beans and machine.
  • Your patience is wearing out
  • After two minutes you realize Seven might of taken it as a prank.
  • “SAEYOUNG YOU PIECE OF SH I T! GIVE ME MY COFFEE BEANS AND COFFEE MAKER OR I BURN YOUR FUCKING CHIPS!”
  • He had never ran so fast to save his chips.

I’ll add V and Saeran later I had to do this real quick

mariacchi  asked:

hinata,kindaichi,daichi,kageyama's S/O is sleeping with their team sweatshirt and they need it so they unzip it, only to find their S/O isn't wearing anything underneath? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

Hehehe this is cute, and low key I love Kindaichi (or rather making him horrifically uncomfortable) so this was fun! Sorry this took so long, though
~Admin Emma


Hinata will be the most likely to wake you up on accident. He’s usually OK with you borrowing his team jacket, but he needs it, and he’s usually pretty delicate with taking it off, but once he sees that bare stretch of skin he can no longer control his volume. He makes a sound somewhere between a yell and a squawk, and you likely think he just fell out of bed again. He wants to take it further, but he has practice soon and he really doesn’t have time, regretfully (you’ll end up paying for it later).  

Kindaichi just freezes, poor child. He’s not entirely sure what to do or how to go about doing it or how his limbs are supposed to work and have his hands always been this sweaty? He just stands, staring, until his “leave right now and you might be only five minutes late” alarm starts going off, waking you up. Feel free to tease him about this, because he will make it very worth it later.

Daichi usually wakes you up, but he kept you up late the night before, so he doesn’t want to disturb you. Once he gets that zipper down, he really likes what he sees, but he gets it off you and a blanket over you as quickly as possible–ogling you in your sleep isn’t cool–but he really enjoys the warm fabric against his skin, knowing it was against your skin. His teammates will occasionally catch him sniffing the collar of his jacket all day, and he’s low key thinking what he’s going to do to you later.

Kageyama has lost the ability to can. Without you to reassure him or guide him, he just gets peek and dies a little inside? He ends up going to practice without his jacket– he can’t bring himself to leave you naked. In his bed. Where he sleeps. He can’t stop thinking about it all day, either. If anyone asks him about it, he shouts something vaguely incoherent and very garbled before grabbing the nearest spiker for practice. He’s distracted most of the day.

Mon El’s role

So Supergirl has been very explicitly referencing the election this season. They’re not being even a little subtle. Supergirl’s America has a female president, and she says something about how she can’t believe anyone even voted for the other guy. I think they used the phrase “nasty woman” twice now. Thematically, they’re really trying to make it obvious. 

And now we have the leaders of Daxam saying they need to “make Daxam great again,” with the response that “Daxam was never great.”

Here’s what I think that means thematically, and how I think Mon El factors into this particular message. The United States of Supergirl’s world has some issues, but they’re working specifically on protecting the aliens immigrating there. Between Lena and the president, we have strong female characters in positions of power. We also have Lyra, who is a refugee coming from a bad situation. So in Supergirl’s universe, America is not perfect, but getting better. It’s kind of going down the path that we wish the real US would start following. 

And as for Daxam. After this week’s episode, the parallels between the current administration and Mon El’s parents moved from debatable to explicit. I think that Daxam is meant to represent the worst parts of our country- our past, what we could become under this administration, the growing nationalist mindset of “America first.” We may not have slavery anymore, but we did. And what we do have are undocumented immigrants being paid next to nothing while certain people claim that they’re the ones benefitting from the deal (see: Mon El’s mother talking about how they give their servants a better life). We also have a system where the very privileged benefit from the suffering of the lower and middle class (see: “…letting myself be propped up at the expense of our people”). Daxam is Trump’s America, in short. It is what we could become- what we’re in danger of becoming. 

Which brings me to Mon El’s role to the overall theme here. Mon El isn’t heroic, initially. He was raised in a place where all this inequality was normalized, by parents who taught him that it was okay, where he benefitted from the system. And he did what most people do in that situation: nothing. He chose to turn a blind eye. He was afraid of his parents, afraid of confronting all the problems with his world, afraid of acknowledging what he was doing wrong. In the real flashback where he leaves Daxam, it seems clear that he knows that this is wrong. It also seems clear that he’s never done anything about it. 

So he leaves Daxam, where he is privileged and ignorant and cowardly. He gets to this new place, with all these heroic people around him (see: my earlier post about this). One of the first things that happens is Kara calling him out, personally. This is when he starts being forced to confront what he took part in on Daxam. He moves from the Trump America Metaphor to the optimistic view of America. He doesn’t do a 180 flip or anything- it takes some time to to change and unlearn his upbringing on Daxam. And he makes a lot of mistakes while he’s trying to change, like lying and denying who he was and not listening. He even tries to defend Daxam and “the prince” at first, because he doesn’t want to admit who and what he was. Which was a spoiled, privileged guy who was too afraid to stand up for what was right. 

So what’s the message here? What are they trying to get at? Well, here’s the thing. We’d all like to believe that we’re Kara, standing up for what’s right no matter what. Or that we’re Lena, willing to go against our families if they’re wrong. Or that we’re James, with the drive to do good and the desire to be a hero. Or that we’re Winn, continuing to do what’s right no matter how scared we are. 

The fact of the matter is that not everyone is Kara. Many, many people are Mon El- unwilling to confront their privilege, scared to go against the majority, preferring to deny their part in the oppression of others. We see it all the time, every day, constantly. Mon El, as a written character, is calling people out- “See what you sound like? See what you’re doing? Watch this character make your mistakes, and then consider how you feel.”

On Daxam, like in our country under this administration, we can’t really afford to be bystanders. We can’t afford to be neutral, to refuse to take a stand, to just go on believing that we don’t have to do anything because someone else will. So when Mon El starts trying to change, clumsily and slowly and with a lot of help, here’s what the message is:

It’s not too late to be on the right side of history. It’s not too late to stand up. 

11. Hobby
モブサイコ100
11. Hobby

I tried to transcribe/translate track #11 from the Mob Psycho 100 drama CD with the help of my friend, Yoli. I don’t claim 150% accuracy. If there you want to contribute a better translation for any part, feel free to leave notes on the doc. Thanks @zeitara for helping me out as well!

I got the file from @popipoyan who said I could reupload it standalone for your listening pleasure. You can check the rest of the tracks here: http://popipoyan.tumblr.com/post/156384175563/mp100-drama-cd-psychic-human-show

Track #11: Hobby

Dimple: Oh? That’s that Hanazawa guy isn’t it? Hehe, I’m going to see what he’s up to.
Hmm? I can hear something..

Teru: Tch!! Hurry up and spit it out!

Dimple: Huh? What’s happening?

Teru: Why are you being so difficult?! 

Mob: Hanazawa, there’s no need to be so rough.

Dimple: He’s with Shigeo? What are these guys up to?

Teru: It’s fine. We don’t have to play nice. Anyway, this guy swallowed up something very important from me.

Mob: Do you think it’ll come out if we use psychic powers?

Teru: Hmm. Let’s try it for a bit. See if we can drag it out by force. 
(Teru tries XD)

Mob: Hanazawa, that’s enough!

Teru: That didn’t work after all.. What now? If I’m going to try something else… There’s nothing left to do but to beat it out.

Mob: Let me try.

Teru: Sorry, Kageyama. Give it a shot and see if you can do it.

Mob: Got it. Here I go.
(Mob tries)
I couldn’t do it. Didn’t even budge..

Teru: It’s been awhile since I’ve had to do this.. Kageyama-kun, this is going to get dangerous so stand back. I’ll drill it out with this drill! 

Mob: But if you do that.. ! 

Teru: It’s fine, since it wasn’t cooperating in the first place…. 
(Teru starts drilling.)
Doing this won’t be so bad.
(Teru continues drilling.) 
All right, it’s opened.

Mob: Huh, so that’s what it’s like inside.

Teru: Now’s not the time to stand in awe, Kageyama. Hurry up and take it out.

Mob: Yeah.

Teru: No way… It’s all tangled up…

Mob: Hanazawa.. All the contents will come out if we try to pull anymore.

Teru: What is this!! I can’t do anything with it like this! 

Dimple: I’m getting tired of listening to you guys.

Mob: Oh, Dimple, you’re here.

Teru: It’s strange that you’d be the type to spy on other people.

Dimple: You’re the ones who are strange! You’re going to such great lengths for a videotape. Just buy a new one!

Mob: This stubborn tape is the thing that’s very important to you?

Teru: “Corpse of the Flying Pig” is my favorite movie. There is no DVD available so it’s vintage. 

Mob: It’s a shame.. We’ll have to cut it with scissors.

Teru: Are you nuts?

Dimple: You’re all nuts..

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Happy Valentine’s Day @cami-nts I hope you enjoy! - your VSV


Stark white numbers and formulas and words floated about against a blackboard background in Lance’s head, colliding like gas molecules. A cloud of chalk dust flew into his line of sight like a disturbance. Lance thought the dust had a weird voice. He almost felt his brow furrow.

“I said the library’s closing, sir!”

Lance jolted awake, his head flying off the open book where it had landed when he fell asleep. His joints ached and his whole body was stiff. He looked up to see a guard standing over him, glaring somewhat judgmentally.

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pairing: archie andrews x reader

word count: 625

request: Hi! I love your work would you be a able to write an archie x nerdy sarcastic girl type imagine please :D maybe where the girl gets into a fight with some popular girls but doesn’t take any of their crap

“It seems you forgot the deal we had,” Stephanie, a popular cheerleader and one of Cheryl’s so-called best friends, crossed her arms in front of you. You were sitting on the bleachers outside while your boyfriend Archie had football practice, reading an old classic British novel.

You sighed, wedging Archie’s guitar pick he gave to you between the pages as a bookmark, closing the book and looking up at her. “I’m sorry, your royal highness, I do not recall signing a contract.”

Stephanie narrowed her eyes. “You know what I mean. You break up with Archie, I won’t tell everyone where you went last summer.”

You squinted your eyes back for a moment, trying to remember what she was talking about, until it hit you. You laughed. “Oh, that! Right.” Really, you only agreed at the time to shut her up. You didn’t ever see yourself breaking up with Archie for any reason.

“It’s not funny!” Stephanie grabbed your shirt, pulling you so you were standing up.

“Woah, woah, okay, calm down!” You grabbed her hands, moving them off your shirt, but now she was standing tall in front of you, chin up, ready to start something.

“What’s going on here?” Archie ran over to you two, moving to stand between you and Stephanie, until you put out your hand, holding him aside.

“It’s fine. Hey, Archie, do you know what I did last summer?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“Um… visited your grandma… went to Comic-con?” Archie recalled perfectly, confused.

You grinned widely, turning to Stephanie. “That’s exactly right!”

Stephanie crossed her arms again. “Ugh! That’s so stupid, how could you not be embarrassed of that!”

You threw your arms up in exasperation. “God, you’re right! I’m so embarrassed of meeting Chris Evans, especially when I got a picture of him hugging me. So awful.” You shook your head.

Stephanie growled angrily, “If you won’t do it, I’ll make it happen.”

You grew serious for a moment, fearing whatever scheme she would create, and gulped. “Don’t you dare.”

“Oh yeah.” She smirked, before turning to your boyfriend. “Hey, Archie, did you know that—“

“Actually, you know what? No. I’m not going through this. I’m not going to break up with him no matter what idiotic thing you try to threaten me with, or whatever childish, shallow stunt you try to pull. I’m not falling for it, and neither is he.” You dictated.

Archie nodded, now understanding what this was all about. “Yeah.”

“And, let’s face it, the only reason you want to date him anyway is because it would make you look good. The only reason you want to date him has nothing to do with him, or love, or even basic infatuation, and everything to do with materialistic objectification.” You smiled and spoke in a cheery tone, mimicking her peppy cheerleader voice as if you weren’t just ripping her to pieces, but your tone went dark when you finished. “So you know what? I take back what I said. Try to do something, I dare you.”

Stephanie didn’t say a word, only looked to you, to Archie, and then left. She knew that since you revealed her for who she really was to him just now— There wasn’t any way he would want date her even if by some ridiculous circumstance, the two of you did break up.

Archie didn’t say a word either, only put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him, and kissing your temple long and hard before he had to go back to practice.

He felt comfort and pride in knowing you could take care of yourself. He let you go and ran back out to the field. You smiled, sat down, and continued reading.

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