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On Semester Awfulness
tl;dr: I still hate lit. Also there are other aspects of school that are less than desirable at the moment. Also, fuck.
it seriously bothers me when people assume work correlates to grades.
my grades, i've discovered, are in fact in direct opposite order of how much work i do in them. as in, it's the classes for which i do no homework and rarely pay attention in class that i have the best grades in. and it's not because they're not hard classes. except choir. choir is easy.
speaking of, i wish i could switch percentage points across classes. as in, i don't need 104% in choir. i need a fucking A in fucking lit. this is far from the most optimal distribution of grade happiness.
also i need an A in bio. except that one is much more actually my responsibility. instead of the goddamn mystery ball of arbitrary that is lit grading when we have literally 9 assignments, scored out of FOUR POINTS, that makes up 90% of our grade for this semester, /and the semester ends tomorrow and she hasn't graded five of them./ That's 5. Out of 9. So as far as I know everything in that class is a crapshoot. And I am just sick of hatingqwetertluuasjkga.kjsdfg dghjsdkfjgnsdn kbx,cnvbc vberohguvcxb and everything and now i'm incoherently upset so i'm going to stop this.
And we're doing this again
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Have I done this before? Yes. Will I do this again? Probably. But my old intro is terribly outdated, so here we are.
Q&A:
Who the hell are you?
Oleg, he/they, 18 as of spring 2022. Awkward mess, attempts to be funny, loves interacting with people even though you'd never guess by how fast he responds to messages. Proud father of multiple cats and dogs.
What the hell are you doing here?
Writing! Lots of WIPs, link to a comprehensive list of them here. Mostly fantasy, urban fantasy and sci-fi, and miscellaneous stuff with sci-fi/fantasy elements. Everything I write is queer, often featuring ND characters because I live vicariously through my stories. I like keeping a light, hopeful tone, with comedy and hopepunk elements being permanent in most of my work. I sometimes dabble in poetry, although I don't think I'm good at it.
Can I poke you with a stick?
Please do! Tag me in tag games, send asks, ramble about your WIPs and OCs at me. I might not always respond, but I'm always open to interactions!
Falls and Walls
Thank you again to the wonderful @flashfictionfridayofficial for inspiring me again. Welcome to a use of the Humpty Dumpty rhyme for evil! Set in my current wip, in a spliced scene featuring four injuries (probably) and four reactions
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Alex, Ben, and Cuckoo squint in the morning sunlight as they stare up at Maggie. Her boots knock against the wall as she swings her feet. She cocks her head to the side, smirk stealing across her face. If Alex, the tallest among them, reaches up, they would only brush the end of her boot with their fingertips.
“Maggie,” calls Alex, “what are you doing?”
“Getting a good view,” she drawls.
Ben strides around the wall, trying to find a way up. Loudly he says, almost to himself, “And how are you planning on getting down?”
“It’s quite nice up here,” Maggie says blithely. “I wasn’t exactly planning on that anytime soon.”
Snickering to themself, Cuckoo wanders over to their supplies. Out of clear sight of Maggie, they start rummaging around for a rope to help her down when she so chose to. Every good crimminal or acrobat has an route to safety.
A shriek sounds from the wall. Cuckoo, who had been preoccupied, whips up and turns to see Maggie gliding towards the ground. Alex’s hands are clapped around their face and Ben is rushing forwards to break her fall. Maggie herself has her knees bent preemptively to absorb the shock of the landing.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
The ground seems to shake, though this is only felt by Ben; a muffled thump rings out as they collapse from the drop. Air wooshes from his lungs, not from the fall, but from the pain. He looks up, blinking back tears. The others are gathered some distance from him. Cringing, he stretches out his legs. Pain shoots through them, not alleviated by the ground baked to burning by the noon sun. Ahead of him, the group slows, finally noticing his absence. Ben runs trained fingers along his legs, one after the other, meticulous and gentle. Finding a tender spot he lingers on it. Pushing, poking, and finally twisting, they let out a sharp cry. Immediately he bites down on the noise. Cuckoo, Alex, and Maggie don’t seem to notice. Cuckoo is breaking away from the pair, gesturing emphatically in one direction.
Steadying himself with deep breathing, Ben plants one hand, then the other. He pulls his legs under himself and pushes. He gets into a crouch, but the added body weight onto his injured legs makes spots swim before his eyes. They wobble and fall, eyes rolling and ears heating up. Muffled shouts ring out, barely breaking through the haze of pain.
Ben feels hands on him. Voices squabble in panic and frustration. He’s eased into a laying down position. A cool hand is pressed onto his forehead. Blinking tears away again, he sees Maggie’s concerned face peering down at him, the others beside her.
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
“Alex! What were you thinking?” chides Ben. With Maggie’s help, he pushes Alex into a seated position. He barks at Cuckoo, sending her to retrieve some rocks. “We need to elevate their foot.”
“You didn’t need to do that,” Maggie mutters gently. She taps Alex’s uninjured ankle.
They wrinkle their nose, reaching out a hand to squeeze Maggie’s. Alex asks, “What else was I supposed to do?”
“Look out for yourself! Not throw yourself into danger. Just,” Maggie pauses, sighing deeply. “We worry about you. I worry about you.”
“Duh, you goof,” Cuckoo says, returning laden with large flat rocks. “We care about you.”
Ben stacks the rocks beside their foot. As if handling a baby bird, he picks it up and balances it on the rock. His breath is warm against their ankle as he bends over it, inspecting it. “And if you think otherwise, you’re due for a knock up the head harder than your ankle was hit,” he says, gently stern. Scanning the ground, Ben picks up a thick, sturdy stick. Maggie comes up beside him at his gesture and holds it in place. From his pockets, Ben retrieves bandages and starts wrapping Alex’s ankle, splinting it.
Tears drip down Alex’s cheeks. A smile threatens to split their face in two. Cuckoo bumps their side, mouth turned up to mirror theirs. The afternoon sun turns the pair golden.
“Okay, everyone, back up,” says Ben, having finished his work. The others shuffle away, giving Alex space to stand. Bracing themself on Maggie’s offered hand, they begin to stand.
Couldn’t put Humpty together again.
With a sweeping arm, Cuckoo pushed everyone away as they stumble to their feet.
“Just get away!” they scream, voice rasping.
“No-” Ben shouts back, trying to catch their arm. They shake him off. He falls into pace behind them.
Alex follows. They cry out, “Just wait!”
“Stop!” Maggie chimes in.
But Cuckoo’s feet catch the dirt in a way theirs couldn’t. They zip away from grasping fingers and desperate feet trying to slow them. One hand snakes around their ribs. Pain of many kinds cracks their chest as tears stream from their eyes. For a moment their steps falter, allowing Alex and Ben to begin to catch up. Maggie has already fallen behind, shorter legs and weaker stamina slowing her to a stop. Dust flies in their wake as Cuckoo finds their footing again. Even to Ben’s critical eye, their limp is barely noticeable. Alex’s foot catches on a rock and they crash to the ground. Skidding to a stop, Ben almost falls too. His heart aches, torn between loved ones. The distance between him and Cuckoo stretches as they arc up a hill, darting between shrubs. He can’t help those who don’t want to be helped. As he marches back to Alex’s prone form, Cuckoo disappears over the hill. Cuckoo winks into the sunset, taking parts of hearts with them.
Ok I know twt peeps hate being spammed but the way I just find a person with cool thoughts on tumblr and scroll thru their entire blog liking every content piece, I am hoping I do not get blocked
sooo..
here's a random word generator--whatever word it gives you is now the thing you are the deity of
I was washing a dish at work and the sauce had a very interesting consistency. I made a joke about it to a colleague but he didn’t get it. Ended up accidentally teaching a guy about the existence of the omegaverse
I kinda forgot I had tumblr. I went on a School Trip to London so I have a few photos, Unfortunately, all my good photos have been taken on The school Camera because I was assigned as The Photographer of the trip.
send this to the 12 nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get 5 back you must be pretty awesome 💜💜💜💜
I didn’t even realize this was in my inbox and I am so sorry!! You are very awesome and I love you!
God only knows when this was actually sent to me
This made me so fucking red wtf 😭😭😭
park sunghoon when he’s absolutely ready to destroy your cunt <3
Confession
I honestly stopped posting on this blog a while ago and would prefer one of my other blogs to be the main one but i’m way too lazy to actually try and work on it. So oops😬.
I was just thinking about Miraculous, and like, according to Animaestro, it’s been three years since Ladybug and Chat Noir have been around, which since they started out as 14 turning 15 (according to timebreaker, 13 turning 14 according to befana) they should be 16-17 depending how you think about it, which would put them as juniors-seniors in highschool, and they have a 10th grade history book but they’re in 8th or 9th according to age, but they’re still in the same class, but-
I was just thinking about Miraculous, and like, according to Animaestro, it’s been three years since Ladybug and Chat Noir have been around, which since they started out as 14 turning 15 (according to timebreaker, 13 turning 14 according to befana) they should be 16-17 depending how you think about it, which would put them as juniors-seniors in highschool, and they have a 10th grade history book but they’re in 8th or 9th according to age, but they’re still in the same class, but-
I was just thinking about Miraculous, and like, according to Animaestro, it’s been three years since Ladybug and Chat Noir have been around, which since they started out as 14 turning 15 (according to timebreaker, 13 turning 14 according to befana) they should be 16-17 depending how you think about it, which would put them as juniors-seniors in highschool, and they have a 10th grade history book but they’re in 8th or 9th according to age, but they’re still in the same class, but-
Digital and traditional doodles of owls in houses
ARE YOU TODAY’S DATE?
BECAUSE YOURE 10/10
time to start digging through my likes and rebloging them like a proper tumblrer
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Whoops- dropped this-
(Chapter 41 of Lost and Found is up on Ao3 now <3)
Felt a lil silly- Traumatized some turtles <3
Scene from Lost and Found on Ao3