If you have achieved something, please remember to observe a mandatory period of basking in the warm glow of your achievement like a lizard on a stone, lest you teach your brain that effort is futile, actually, because it didn't get to enjoy its happy chemicals, so, naturally, nothing good ever comes of trying. (And no, avoiding punishment is not a reward!)
I recommend, like, 5% of basking time in relation to whatever time you invested into achieving the thing minimum. And if you can't make your own bask, friend-brought is fine (= tell your friends!).
i’ll forgive a fat girl for so many annoying things simply because i know how fucking miserable it is to be a fat girl. like. you dont get to exist freely and with any joy until you go through a decades long soul search full of extreme emotional pain OR you nearly kill yourself to become something society might accept. or you toughen up after years of bullying forced you to be more confident. literally there is no painless route to being a fat girl in your 20 somethings. so like. fat girls can be annoying as a treat. you have all been annoying our whole lives
this goes quadruple for fat black girls and fat trans girls btw. literally do not try to tell me anything they do is cringe cuz i’ll demolish you with my giant ass
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NOTES: ITS WIFES BIRTHDAY!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOZIER!!!!! everyone wish her happy birthday or ill start throwing things
EXTRA NOTES: this is gonna be a 5 part vincent music uni students heheheoh. he is ALSO gonna live in the tw: united kingdom so be warned
can be read below the cut or here on a03!
Perhaps, in retrospect, he should have paid attention in the induction tours.
Are they particularly exciting? No - they’re quite brain-numbing, actually. They do, however, prevent people from getting lost before their first lecture, which tends to be kind of important.
As it stands, Vincent is currently 7 minutes late to his very first course lecture at university. Having absolutely no idea where he is probably doesn’t help matters much. However, in his quest to find his desired location on this mammoth of a campus, he somehow has acquired a lost ladybug. Small victories.
“Where do we go, Spot?” Him, being the pure genius he is, named the ladybug 'Spot’. No 7-year-old is any match for him evidently.
Spot crawls across his fingers and spins in a circle on his palm.
“Understood.”
He could just ask one of the many people filling the halls where to go, but that would mean admitting he’s wrong. Vincent being Vincent, he walks right past them and focuses his attention on the directional signs on the wall.
His (non ladybug occupying) finger glides along the words, muttering under his breath. “Psychology, Art, Computing - who the fuck would take computing - oh! Music.” He looks in the direction of the arrow and sighs. They really could've gone with a smaller campus?
The walk isn’t necessarily exciting - bad, if anything, considering he tripped on his shoelaces and face-planted into a door. William, pushing him out the door this morning, had shouted about him needing to tie his laces, but that went thoroughly ignored. Lest Vincent have to admit his father is actually right.
Spot has become happily acquainted with the bracelet on his left wrist, crawling over the beads and back again. “We’re best friends now, right?” The bug spins on a particular black bead, “That’s our friendship bracelet. Because we’re friends forever. B-F-Fs.”
Decidedly ignoring the bewildered stares because yes, he is making one-sided conversation with an insect, he hauls himself down two steps at a time with the grace of a baby deer.
Vincent had experimented with various instruments over the years, occasionally finding one he enjoyed until inevitably getting bored of it, ultimately giving it up. Violin, however, is one he has stuck with from a mere 9 years of age. William (the elder that he is) has mastered practically every hobby there is, including music. Memories of them sitting together at a piano flash through his mind, specifically remembering the numerous times Vincent would close the lid on his father’s fingers.
“And there, my beautiful, little companion, is our classroom. I think.” He jumps the bottom step, raising his forearm to his face. “It’s only… 9:16. Sixteen minutes is fine.” His wobbly smile enforces little to no confidence in his voice.
Planting his face on the glass, he peers inside the window on the door, he spots his professor walking back and forth the front of the lecture hall. Maybe if he enters through the back door, harnessing all his stealth, he can make it in without being noticed.
Just as he’s about to turn around, said professor makes direct eye contact with him, and waves.
Well. There goes that plan.
Taking a deep, mortified breath, he pushes the handle and walks in, shrugging his case further up his shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” Vincent blushes, closing the door behind him and briefly leaning against it. “I got lost.”
The teacher smiles, waving off his apology. “It’s first class, don’t worry about it. Just try not to make it a habit.”
“Of course not. Super sorry.” He mumbles, quickly excusing himself and scanning the room for a seat. His eyes catch on a particular person and his swift exit is swiftly stopped by him tripping on his feet.
A few seconds pass by as he tries desperately to get his brain in working order again, all the while they’re staring at him like he’s an undiscovered species. Valid, considering he very nearly ate shit directly in front of them. Blinking rather rapidly, he shakes his head and walks up to them, tilting his head with a smile.
“Hello there,” he smiles, leaning against the desk. “Mind if I sit here?”
They look around at all of the other empty seats and back at him, blinking in confusion. “Sure?”
“Why, thank you!” Biting back a smile at their bewilderment, he places his bag on the floor before unceremoniously dropping in the chair to their right. “So,” he turns to them, placing his chin in his hand, “I’m Vincent.”
“Vincent. Nice name,” they reply, giving him theirs and shaking his hand. Staring down at their hand in his, he completely misses their name and has to ask for it again, blush dusting his cheeks. Smooth.
“Why exactly were you late, stranger?” Opening their bag, they slide him a pen when he awkwardly crosses his arms and smiles at their questioning glance.
Vincent groans, leaning back in his chair and inclining his head at them. “I was stopping a broken roller coaster with my bare hands, no big deal.”
“Were you now?” They bite the inside of their cheek, corners of their lips twitching.
“Yeah, I’m pretty amazing like that. It’s not because I got lost.”
“Oh, definitely not because you got lost.” They nod solemnly along with him.
“Hypothetically, if I were to get lost, which I did not, would you volunteer to be my tour guide? Not that I need one.”
“But you don’t need one, right? I’m sure you’ll do fine.” Flapping a hand, their brow furrows in fake consideration.
“Haha. Yeah. Yeeeeah. Ha.”
“Of course,” they start, eyeing him from the corner of their eye, “I would help someone who needed it.”
He straightens so suddenly he almost falls off the chair. Ignoring their horribly stifled laughter, he poses as enticingly as he possibly can. Spoiler: it’s not great, sat in a stiff chair. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Hard to believe, I know, but Vincent did not retain a single snippet of information from that 2 hour lecture. Him and his heart-eyed stare were far too fascinated in something much more lovely.
I like to hc that when marie n colm had bad arguments to the point where milo forgot his lunches, tank would give theirs saying "they packed extra", but they didn't, it was only their food
To hide that fact, they "argued" with asher and would time giving milo lunch perfectly before milo could ask to eat with them or about their food,ash n david show up, and darlin would leave before "they beat the shit outta him" (no they didn't argue with ash it was a lie they n ash made)
Marie went and thanked darlin's parents for packing extra, but they were confused bc they never did
Only marie knows that darlin gave milo their lunches every other day, and she could never re-pay thrm enough, so she just heals them whenever she sees the tinyest injury on them saying grumpling about how she "can't handle seeing injuries she knows she can get rid of"
Even saying ”I’m so sorry, I completely forgot” sounds marginally better than ” I’m so sorry, I didn’t completely forget, I actually completely remembered. I thought about it the whole time and it stressed me out so much my brain built an insurmountable wall around it.”
not submission. I really hate the "My OC, my rules" thing. Cause like, no? Just because they are your oc doesn't mean you can do whatever you want with them. If you want to make your oc suffer and not like them get help, you deserve to lose rights over them. Especially if you only do that stuff to purposely trigger people. Once you do that, your oc no longer belongs to you. they belong to the public who will take better care of them instead
Making a comment to get this to post.
You do not get to take someone else’s OCs for yourself just because you don’t like how their creator is treating them.
disabled people should not have to pay to live their lives like everyone else. and in the case of insulin, disabled people should not have to pay to Not Fucking Die
honey reads the fluffiest most tooth rotting adorable romance novels ever. no one can tell me otherwise. it’s like their little guilty pleasure and not even guy knows about it
if that man found out honey would never hear the end of it
getting comments on ao3 makes me go so power hungry like. oh yeah you read the thing?? you read the WHOLE thing and even took time out of your day to give your WRITTEN INPUT on it???? make out with me.
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