Summary: Alex wants to ask his crush to prom, but he’s too much of an overthinker.
Warnings: none
Notes: So this is just a short drabble I wrote two days ago at 2am because I wanted to do something for @the-jatp-prom. It's also my first fic... ever. A big thank you to @toomanyfandomshelp for giving me the confidence I needed to try writing a one-shot and not only WIPs saved in my notes :)
The school year was coming to an end, which only meant one thing: prom.
Everyone was choosing their dates and Alex knew exactly who he wanted to go with. He was planning to ask him, really. He just wasn’t sure how.
He and Willie had had this ‘thing’ going on for the last month. They’d hung out a lot, used any excuse to hold hands, and stared at each other for a bit too long. Sometimes, it felt like they were even flirting.
Alex wasn’t stupid. He knew that meant something.
But the date of the party was too close, it was approaching too fast. He didn’t know what to do. Should he keep it small and intimate? Should he prepare something big and ostentatious instead or would that be too much? Should he bring the conversation casually, make it simple?
Nothing about this felt simple.
And what if he said no?
Because maybe he had been reading it all wrong. Maybe they considered him just a good friend. Willie was very friendly, after all. Maybe he didn’t like dances, or he already had a date.
Maybe he’d just make a fool of himself. Maybe…
Deep down, he knew this was his anxiety talking. But he couldn’t push these thoughts away and before he knew it, there was just one week left and he still hadn’t asked him.
“Alex, you have to ask Willie. They’ll definitely say yes.”
“Luke’s right, you know? He’s head over heels for you, dude,” Reggie chimed in.
Alex didn’t answer, instead focusing on his tray. The sight of food didn’t look as appetizing as before, the nerves settling in his stomach once again.
He noticed Willie entering the cafeteria, and all hopes of finishing the vegetables and chicken in front of him vanished.
“Hey!”
The lock of hair that escaped from his bun momentarily distracted Alex, but the voice of his two friends saying hello snapped him out of it. “Hi.”
“So, uhm… I wanted to ask you something.” They sounded almost nervous, which was… new.
It made Alex nervous, too, already fearing the worse. It didn’t help that Luke and Reggie had not so subtly moved to the other side of the table.
“What is it?”
“You know prom, right?” The question took him by surprise. He nodded. “Do you maybe want to come with me?”
If Alex had been drinking water, he probably would have spilt it right in his gorgeous face.
He had just asked him to go with them? It wasn’t a dream; he was sure of it. He was tempted to pinch his arm for confirmation but decided against it.
“I mean, you don’t have to say yes, I was just asking.”
Only then he realized he’d been quiet for a little too long. He spoke before they could get the wrong idea.
“I- Yes. Uhm… yeah, I’d love to.”
Willie’s bashful smile quickly turned into a full grin, and Alex felt the whole world brighten.
“Rad! I have to go, but see ya later, hotdog.”
“I still don’t like the nickname!” he shouted back. But he couldn’t keep the smile from his face.
And if his two bandmates had teased him about it for the whole week until the dance, well, he really didn’t care.
Because Willie had asked him to go to prom. As his date.
A photographer for Getty isn't even a journalist so much as an archivist. ICE violently disrupted the apolitical documentation of what they were doing, violating any and all rights that might flimsily stand in their way. It would have been just as wrong had they done this to an MSNBC reporter hellbent on a spin, but now Abernathy's neutral action as a photographer has been rendered necessarily political by ICE's violence.
They know what they're doing is objectively evil. They have no intention of stopping.
every major structural social problem right now is basically "we don't have enough skilled workers on the ground" and the reason is always "well we've been intentionally underpaying and understaffng them for decades to increase corporate profits" and somehow the news always just mentions the "shortage" without digging into the cause
air travel is a mess? shortage of air traffic controllers - for some mysterious reason
logistics a mess? shortage of truck drivers - for some mysterious reason
public transit can't meet demand? shortage of bus drivers - for some mysterious reason
We even mysteriously have shortages of doctors, nurses, teachers... FOR SOME MYSTERIOUS REASON
I’m sorry, but that is misleading as hell. American and European trucks are bred for different purposes.
American trucks are bred for long hauls on largely straight roads. They can go for hours without a break. A European truck needs more breaks and a lighter load, and they would indeed take great internal damage if they tried to keep up with the Longsnout.
The European Shortsnout is not bred for looks, but for agility! They navigate the windy roads of Europe in a way that would be way too risky for the powerful, but more clumsy American truck. It is true that the European overheats faster at high speeds, that is the very reason that breaks every 4,5 hours are mandatory for both the truck and the handler and a day of driving can never be longer then 9 hours.
So, all in all, appreciate all of our trucks and our shared history, and be the responsible owner that gets the right breed for the right job.
To be fair, the US does have shortnose trucks as well, they’re just a breed kept mainly for very local work where, like the above says, they are working in places with lots of turns, shorter drives, and plenty of stops. I see them used for garbage pickup a lot, where a longnosed Mack wouldn’t be able to fit much less maneuver, and the short nose prevents them from getting rubs (raw skin or even open sores) on their snouts.
I would also like to point out that the tags have got it backwards. The wild trucks (which I’m pretty sure are extinct in the wild now) that all modern breeds stemmed from were shortnose trucks. We had known about automobiles and domesticated several species, but the truck species was not discovered until close to the start of the 1900’s, in Germany, which I BELIEVE was the first country to breed them in captivity, although England was the first country to really start using them for work. I managed to find a photo of taxidermied specimen
As you can see, it resembles both long and short nosed breeds, as well as the far more common house truck used by individuals instead of for commercial work.
As to the aggression, while the mack longnose LOOKS aggressive, they’re generally gentle giants (although please do give them space on the road! not seeing you in their blind spot is NOT the same as aggression!), it is actually the smaller house truck that is often trained by their handler to be aggressive: the keyword being TRAINED, they are also not naturally aggressive. The only time I have seen a mack be commonly aggressive is when they are pulling 2 gravel trailers, and I would be cranky if I was being overworked, too. If you see them hauling that kind of load, just give them space, and you’ll be fine.
@dreorzen While school buses ARE in the automobile order, they are actually part of the Van family, not the Truck family, due to their passenger capacity. As you can see in the photos, they have no cargo bed or hookup, and are not really built for object transport. But they DO excel at carrying passengers, particularly children (although certainly not limited to just children)
They’re known to be exceptionally protective of any passengers, and if you look closely on that second image you can actually see a specialized appendage that is (I think) unique to school buses- a small, red, octagonal fan, which they extend when there are small creatures around them that they are acquiring or releasing. Much like an angler fish’s bioluminescent bulb appendage, this fan (along with several bioluminescent patches on top of their faces and on their hindquarters) works to mesmerize any other vehicles in close proximity, to where those vehicles will cease movement until the bus lowers the fan. It’s super fascinating behavior, and little wonder why we trust our children to these gentle, protective giants.
While these vehicles can sometimes be bred by accident (after all, who hasn’t accidentally left the gate open when your school bus is in season), they are usually bred for specific purposes.
These hybrids are bred for both their cargo capacity and their gentle temperments. Especially in a farm setting, there’s a need for many different kinds of vehicles, some of which sometimes don’t get along. Having a vehicle with both the strength and capacity of a large work truck with the amiable nature of a school bus can be a real benefit.
It’s a little unfortunate that these hybrids tend to be sterile, though, since it would be easier if they’d breed true. Also, something to keep in mind… bus trucks are bred from a bus.
Truck buses are bred from a truck and… tend to not be quite as useful as bus trucks, although some people do like keeping truck buses for companionship and as show vehicles.
He was about to go home, about to return to the place where he had had a family […] The life he had lost had hardly ever seemed so real to him as at this moment, when he knew he was about to see the place where it had been taken from him. (chapter 16, dh)
i hate how non-canon ships have become so controversial nowadays, like i just miss how most people were multi-shippers. we even used to ship characters that were in different fandoms, what happened to that??
Headcannon that Harry’s glasses aren’t prescription (because the Dursley’s couldn’t be bothered) and that his glasses are probably just the ones of some dead relative Vernon dug up from an old drawer, so that even with his glasses his vision is a bit blurry. After the battle of Hogwarts and everything, he decides to finally take himself to an eye doctor and get actual prescription glasses (he still chooses a pair of round frames because he’s just used to them) and is astonished by the level of detail in everything. He’s looking at everything. He grabs Ron’s face and is like, “Mate, you have so many freckles,” and Ron’s just like, “Yeah, duh?” And he goes back to Hogwarts for eighth year (he can actually read what’s on the board and comes to realize he doesn’t hate studying as much when he doesn’t have to hold the book two inches from his face) and all is going well until he spots Draco and just. stops. because Draco bloody Malfoy was not supposed to be that fucking pretty goddamnit. Shut up, Hermione, this is too a big deal Stop laughing Ron You don’t understand why is he so pretty this isn't right he’snotsupposedtobethatprettyMerlinstoplaughingRonthisisn’tfunny
Harrys little glasses are crooked all the time so James straightens them a lot, and every time he does Harry then reaches up his little hands and straightens James’s glasses right back
