A long overdue introduction post.
Hi, I'm Tara! I originally made this tumblr so I could send anons to my irl best friend, but I have, much like with my other endeavors, gotten invested.
I shitpost sometimes, teach little history lessons when needed, and write poetry.
I'm in a bunch of fandoms, from Assassins Creed to Yugioh, I am a certified nerd. I am also what one would consider an academic weapon (not an exaggeration).
I'm here for moral support, song recs, and silly (or serious) conversations!
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partially-managed mental illness is so fucking funny i'll be sitting around doing my job and suddenly think "wow i hate myself" and immediately get confused because, like, that's not TRUE! i love myself so much. who are you to talk to me like that
Summary: You get friends! I’m kidding, they’ve been there the entire time.
A/N:
All of reader’s friends are vaguely based on mine, so we’ve got a group of gays and neurodivergents with the common love language of bullying and looking out for each other.
Reader’s not like stupidly strong but she’s a girl so she needs to know what to do to survive.
It’s that wonderful time of the year once more!
The time where the world turns white, the reindeers prance around, and- wait. My apologies. This is the wrong script.
….
Ah! Found it!
Ahem.
It is the time for new technological advances to be shared with the world! The time for innovation and ingenuity! The time, where students compete to earn a spot in the prestigious San Fransokyo Institute of Technology!
The SFIT Showcase.
~•~
“So this is basically a nerd convention. Like, everyone here is a nerd.”
“You realize you’re in here too, right?”
“I-. Damn.”
“Nerd,” you point to your friend Makayla as she flips you off.
A pair of hands reach forward and grab both yours and hers, leading you all back to the rest of your group.
“You two need to stick with everyone else,” Lucy lectures, “we don’t want a repeat of that last field trip where we lost you for five hours.”
She side eyes you both.
“Pfft. Me? Please. I am always exactly where I need to be. Her on the other hand, we need to invest in a child leash for,” you say, defending your honor and sending Makayla on a quest to regain hers.
“Wow okay, did you wake up and chose violence today or is today just “insult Makayla day”?”
“Why not both?”
Shrugging, you let yourself get guided towards the others.
“Guys! Check this project out!”
Julian points to a booth where notes of music float away, turning into different colours.
“They made that one to show everyone what synesthesia can look like!”
“It’s sooooo pretty!” MJ says, as the rest of you “oohs” and “ahhs” at the captivating sight.
“Oh! Oh! Look at this one!!!”
Isabelle herds the group toward an adorable litter of kittens.
“Kittens, we think they’re adorable. What do they think of us?” she reads off the information board.
“Aren’t you curious to know gorgeous?”
The student manning the booth places a helmet over a kitten and hands it over to Isabelle.
“Now, with the power of the prefrontal cortex and a little reading technology…”
She connects the device to a speaker.
Instantly, a voice emits from it.
“Ew ew ew ew get these filthy humans away from me.”
Heartbroken, Isabelle puts the cat down and walks away dejectedly. Lucy, Julian, and MJ comfort her.
Looking at the three of you left behind, the girl asks “think I’ll still have a chance?”
The three of you cringe and shake you heads slowly. She sighs and looks down.
“I can try and give her your number if you’d like?”
The girl perks up. She bends down under the table to grab a business card and scribbles her number on the back. As she rises, she hits her head on the table. Collectively wincing you all choose not to address it, instead, grabbing the card and awkwardly walking away.
“Well… that was interesting!”
As you move deeper into the showcase, you walk backwards explaining the concepts behind each innovation, breaking down the intricacies with a little help from Makayla, and admiring each project, when one of the showcase participants yells “Watch out!”
You startle as a barrage of marbles fly loose in every direction.
A small, unassuming green and blue marble rolls towards you just as you take a step backward.
You yelp as the it knocks you off balance, sending you tumbling.
Before you fall too far, a pair of hands reach under your arms and hoist you upwards, saving your ass from an introduction with the floor.
Leaning off of them, you situate yourself upright and turn around.
You thank them before registering who it was that caught you.
Hiro saved me. Like a hero. Get it? Okay I’ll shut up now.
You stare at him, taking in his features. Your eyes roam over his incredibly fluffy looking hair and his adorable toothy smile.
You catch his eyes and take a moment to admire them, transfixed.
Gods they’re so big and gorgeous. They’re like… really deep wells of brown. I could stare into them forever. You know, the sunlight is hitting them really nicely. Almost like it’s a paid actor.
Wait. Sunlight? But we’re indoors?
Oh yeah, the solar project. Have I been zoned out for too long? I don’t know. All I know is that I could stare at him for hours and maybe for the rest of my lif-.
Oh my gods this is embarrassing. Can I disappear now? I’m sure I saw a vaporizer somewhere around here.
Your friends stare at you from behind Hiro, unimpressed and ready to vaporize you themselves, to save themselves from second hand embarrassment.
“Okayyy?” He stares at you, confused with a tinge of concern.
“Yup, well it was nice seeing you again Hiro, but we’ve gotta go. Bye!”
“Wait! What’s your name-“
You rush past him, and start pushing your friends away in any direction but his.
“That was bad. So bad. Like so horrendously bad that I didn’t know if I wanted to knock you unconscious or myself.”
“Yes! Okay! Thank you so much for that!” You hiss at Isabelle.
“I don’t even need to ask if that was the guy, it was so obvious.”
You pointedly ignore that comment.
“What kind of project even was that? Why do we need marbles?”
Grumbling, you continue to defend your admittedly cringe worthy encounter against your friends comments of “I think this should be part of your top ten fails,” and “maybe we need to enroll you into a flirting class or something.”
You stop.
“Do you guys hear that?”
Looking around and at each other, your friends shake their heads.
“No. What is it?”
A faint but deep rumbling sound emits from the ground. Then, it starts shaking. Tables jerk around and people grab onto pillars and each other to stop from tumbling to the ground. The floor bursts open, and out come crawling hundreds of mini steampunk looking robots.
People shriek as they try to climb onto tables and other higher surfaces, batting away the bots before they can clamber onto them.
Then, as if things couldn’t get any worse, a much, much, larger mech crawls out from the depths of hell, clanking, one mechanical foot at a time.
“Ladies and gentlemen. It is I. Baron Von Steamer. Here to grace you with my presence and put an end to all your meaningless little contraptions.”
The room erupts into chaos. People run out the doors, and you watch as Hiro, Gogo, Honey Lemon, Wasabi, Fred, and Baymax (as fast as he is able to) run out as well to presumably, suit up.
I’m a little surprised no one has caught on to who they really are. I mean come on. You’d figure the big robot would be a giveaway.
Makayla, giving into her instincts, starts throwing stuff at the big offending mech.
“I am here- ow- to destroy your so called “innovations”- OUCH- and give way once more to the good old days- OW WILL YOU STOP THAT” the Baron yells.
He moves towards Makayla, aiming for her, when you and the rest of your friends step in, throwing more stuff at him, and yelling insults to keep him distracted.
One of you shouts a “history called, it wants its relics back you old fossil,” which seems to be an effective attack in terms of emotional damage.
Suddenly the ceiling breaks, as the heroes crash through it.
So, if I become a hero, can I get away with property damage? Who pays to fix it anyways? Is it Krei? Gods I hope it’s Krei. That’s the least he deserves.
Gogo zips around and grabs your friends and other civilians, dragging them to safety behind cover. Honey Lemon focuses on melting and freezing structures in place to prevent any further structural damage. Wasabi and Fred work together take care of the Baron’s mini mechs, as Hiro and Baymax confront the man himself.
“It’s over Baron. Give up. You’re outnumbered and there’s no way you can win.”
“Yeah!” yells Fred. “The only way you could possibly win is if you had some sort of bargaining chip. You know, like a hostage.”
The team pauses what they’re doing and stares at him, unimpressed and unbelieving.
Gogo glares at him. “Seriously dude?”
“What?! It’s not like there’s anyone left for him to-“ he pauses, looks around, and then spots you.
“Oh.”
Before you can react, the Baron grabs you and holds you in the air.
“Let’s all go to the showcase they said. It’ll be fun they said. This is what I get for listening to themand not staying home.”
Your friends pause their panic over your abduction (does it count as an abduction if you haven’t been moved to a secondary location? No. It’s a hostage situation) and stare at you, offended.
“JUST SAY YOU HATE US,” Lucy yells from across the hall.
“I HATE YOU GUYS,” you yell back.
The Baron squeezes tight.
“WOAH WOAH WOAH DUDE CHILL. THERE’S NO POINT HAVING A HOSTAGE IF THEY’RE NOT BREATHING.”
“…” the Baron pauses, contemplating your words. “I suppose you do have a point.”
As he slowly loosens his grip on you, Baymax launches his rocket fist right into the Baron’s mech, the force causing it to dismantle and fall into a rather neatly arranged pile of junk and rubble.
You fall to the ground and watch as the Baron escapes his suit with an agility that is actually surprising for an old man.
Huh. If he didn’t just take me hostage, I’d ask him for lessons.
…
Maybe I still can?
He runs toward you as you try to scramble away, when a suspiciously familiar looking marble rolls into your path, causing you to stumble and land flat on your back. You lay there awhile, mourning your dead pride, before the Baron picks you up and holds something to your head.
The team tenses.
“Not one step closer heroes.” He shouts.
“Uhhhh, that’s a clock,” Wasabi points out.
“Yeah what are you going to do with that,” Gogo speaks, “tell her when to wake up?”
The Baron’s face turns from one of smugness to annoyance.
“IT’S NOT A CLOCK. WHY DOES EVERYONE SAY ITS A CLOCK.” he rages, completely exasperated. He’d been hearing taunts like this since Boss Awesome was in play.
“I dunno man,” speaks Fred.
“They’ve got a point.” He pulls out a clock.
“See? Looks the same.”
“THIS IS A HIGHLY COMPLEX MACHINE, THE LIKES OF WHICH YOU DUNDERHEADED FOOLS CAN NEVER COMPREHEND.” He takes a deep breath, and continues.
“When I press this button,” he gestures to the absurdly large red button on top of the clock looking object, “it will create temporal, black hole like distortions that will close on itself, taking your friend with you.”
As the Baron continues his long winded spiel (seriously, why can’t villains just give us the bullet points?) you lock eyes with Makayla.
Your eyes narrow as she grins at you.
And as she slowly shifts her gaze back to the Baron with a shit eating grin on her face, you can only hope and pray to every god you can think of, that this ends up well.
“Sooooo. A suck bomb?”
Lucy and Julian grab Makayla and pull her back behind cover.
“NO. ITS THE SPACE-TIME DISPLACER!!!”
James peeks his head out around the wall.
“Mmm. I see. So it’s an STD.”
Everyone freezes. One of the showcase participants coughs. Then, the room bursts into giggles.
“ENOUGH,” the Baron roars. “Let’s see who’s laughing when she’s gone.”
“NO!” Hiro yells, as the team books it towards you.
But it’s too late. Almost as if the scene is playing in slow motion, everyone watches as the Baron’s finger moves down to press against the ominously red blinking button.
A beat passes. Then two.
Nothing?
Confused, the Baron shakes the device around. An alarm goes off. He slams the button again, stopping it.
“Huh. I guess it really was just a clock,” remarks Fred.
“What?! How can this be???? I’m sure I packed the right one.”
Looking at Honey Lemon, you nod your head down to the Baron’s feet and mouth “H2O (s).”
She looks back at you, unsure, but nods affirmatively.
Swiftly, you lift your leg up and slam your heel into the Baron’s right foot, taking his moment of excruciating pain, as a distraction to grab his arm, bend forward with full force, and throw him over your shoulder.
As soon as he hits the ground, Honey Lemon freezes him, trapping him against the floor.
Heads pop up from safety.
“Is it over?” “It looks like it?” “I’m kind of hungry now.”
You walk over to Honey Lemon and give her a big thanks, not just for saving you, but for trusting you as well.
You look over at Hiro, and with a picture perfect face of serenity painted on the outside, you mentally grin evilly like a menace.
“Thanks a lot Hiro!”
You walk away as he sputters, looking at his friends, “she means hero cause we’re… heroes… right?”
~•~
In your hand, lies a small, round, and incredibly irksome object. Pinching it between your fingers you stare at it in the light, watching it reflect colours of blue and green.
A gorgeous marble indeed.
You place it in the container, seal it, and slam the button, vaporizing it.
“No more evil doing for you little marble.” You mumble under your breath.
Dusting your hands, your spin around on your heel and walk out.
“Okay! Now, who wants boba!”
Your friends all cheer.
“Boba’s on me!”
“Thanks daddy!”
“STOP. CALLING ME THAT.”
~•~
Stepping through the showcase, Hiro and his friends help clean up what remains of each project.
He walks over a fallen pole, stops, and bends down to pick something up off the ground.
He holds an ID between his fingers and examines it, before pocketing it, hoping to return it to its rightful owner.
Student of SFIT; Computer Engineering Department; Y/n L/n.
Huh. So that’s her name.
A/N:
So reader is kind of a loser when it comes to any and all things romantic that involves her. She likes Hiro since she knows him from one of her previous classes. The only reason he and the others think she’s mysterious is cause she’s avoided talking to him.
To quote myself: “I would never actually fumble an interaction with a crush cause I would never interact with them!”
Thank you to the guy James is based on, he came up with all three names for the device! Scientists need to preserve his big beautiful brain.
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I just can’t believe some of u are soooo young u didn’t experience the early 2000s at all like even briefly . U were born and ur mother door dashed you home from the hospital
On tumblr, you can say "don't stick a fork in that electric outlet in the wall, getting electrocuted that way is really bad for you", and people will reply with "but what if I use a knife? Is that dangerous too or am I allowed to do that?" And another one is like "op is lying it's actually 100% safe fun and cute uwu" because they live in a house with the electricity cut off. A third one goes "oh my god I had no idea I've been risking my life every single time I poke a fork at the wall. I just like the way the wallpaper feels when I puncture it. No wonder mom yells at me every time I do it! D:"
And then it explodes into an argument concerning whether or not getting electrocuted is inherently, ontologically bad for you or not, because someone shared their story of how getting electroconvulsive therapy cured their depression and saved their life, and therefore OP is wrong for implying that going out of your way to get electrocuted is always wrong and bad in every situation.
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Listen -- you're a good defender and your pussy is fantastic, but that's not what our team needs right now. We're trading you to Greater Boston in exchange for someone who has a car.
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If someone's explicitly tight-lipped about why they're not talking to someone again, I don't pry. Like "I'm not talking to those people anymore and I don't want to talk about it" ok none of my business. If someone goes into explicit detail about why they cut ties with people, yeah I have no reason to question that unless some new details come up that don't add up to the rest of your story.
But if someone's vague and dramatic about what happened, yeah I don't think I believe you. "All my friends betrayed me behind my back!" ok so did they drug you up and sell you for heroin or did like 3 of them have a separate side group chat to vent about how frustrating you are to deal with sometimes.
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