#Drag makeup lessons in schools

[eddie-stinks-munson]

Can't Keep My Eyes Off Of You- Eddie Munson

Prompt: “Being unable to keep their eyes off of them”  Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 723 There are some femme characteristics but readers gender isn't otherwise specified, no y/n I told myself I'd write at least one fic before my vacation was over, this is it ---

Eddie Munson was a lot of things, but a star student wasn’t one of them. School was a drag, and he could scarcely find a reason to tune into whatever bullshit the teachers were spouting that day. 

Mrs. Clicks class was the most insufferable by far. The high pitch of her voice was grating, and she was constantly droning on about how “America is the greatest country by far.” 

“Sorry I’m late,” came a voice from the back of the class, in a tone that said they weren’t the least bit sorry, “I overslept.”

Eddie, who had been told time and again that subtly wasn’t his strong suit, whipped his head around. He’d know that voice anywhere, rough around the edges with a hidden softness in the center. That voice filled his dreams, both day and night. 

His eyes met yours, and there you stood, in the back of the classroom. A vision of complete and utter perfection. Black makeup smeared bored eyes, and a grin of cherry red lipstick. 

“Good of you to join us. Take your seat before you further interrupt my lesson.” Mrs. Click responded, with a timbre of disdain she reserved only for a special few students. 

You rolled your eyes and gave a half hearted, sarcastic salute before making your way to your desk. It was one row in front of Eddie, and just to his right. He sighed heavily as you sat down, paying attention was hard enough before. But now with you sitting right there, he found it impossible to even try and look at the board. 

Class was half over and Eddie spent the grand majority of that time either counting the droplets of rain racing down the window, or watching the way your face scrunched up in disgust anytime Mrs. Click voiced an outdated, and flat out incorrect opinion. 

At one point, she’d said something so absurd you turned around and looked at Eddie. Brows furrowed dramatically, as if to say, “can you fuckin believe her?” 

Eddie just rolled his eyes and shook his head. If he was being honest, he hadn’t even heard what Click said. He was too busy watching the way your cutoff Dead Kennedy’s t-shirt rode up when you stretched. 

Any time Eddie tried to look at anything else, you did something to bring his attention back to you. He was half convinced you were doing it on purpose at this point. Like the way you moved your sleep disheveled hair to the side, showing off the curve of your neck/ It was such unmitigated perfection. There was no way it wasn’t a calculated attempt on your part to distract him. 

You were fidgeting with the rings on your fingers, and Eddie was absently mirroring you when the bell ripped him from his reverie. When you got up from your desk, you looked at Eddie and smiled. 

He was so excited when you started walking towards him instead of the door he had to remind himself to breathe. By the time you got to him, his heart was hammering so loudly in his ears he stupidly worried he wouldn’t be able to hear what you were saying to him. 

“I can feel you staring, you know.” You said, trying but very clearly failing to suppress a smile. 

“Sorry, Sweetheart,” Eddie replied, more sheepishly than he intended, rubbing the back of his neck, hoping against hope that it would keep the blush he felt creeping up at bay. “Subtly isn’t my strong suit.” 

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you mused, playfully pushing his shoulder. 

“It’s a hard burden to bear, but someone’s gotta do it,” he said, as his face heated up like a goddamn furnace. He was red as the devil, and he knew it. 

“Shut up,” you laughed, then looked around to make sure no one was listening. “Want to skip second period? We can smoke in the woods, I’ll buy.” 

Eddie gently grabbed both sides of your face, looked you deeply in the eyes as his heart settled in his throat, and earnestly said, “If I EVER say no to that, I’m going to need you to kill me. Because I’ve obviously been replaced by a doppelgänger, and the real me is long dead and turning in his grave.”

[actuallymoon]

Draco Headcanons pt.1

Draco has a surprising knack for housework. With his parents often preoccupied with their work, Draco found himself alone more often than not. During that time, he gravitated toward the house-elves, observing their every move with quiet fascination. Curiosity led him to occasionally join them in their tasks, and over time, he became quite skilled in them, something he kept well hidden.

As a child, Draco was very creative. His imagination knew no bounds, and he expressed it through painting, drawing, dancing, and even acting. Whenever his parents read him stories, he would illustrate the characters and display his drawings proudly in his room. He often roped the weary house-elves into acting out scenes from his favorite books, even designing costumes for the roles from his parents’ wardrobe.

Draco was also interested in sports from an early age, particularly in flying. Despite his parents’ offers to hire the best instructors, he insisted on teaching himself. For a time, he was also fascinated by gymnastics. Unfortunately, a group of older boys mocked him for pursuing what they deemed a "girly" sport, and his enthusiasm was quickly dampened.

Draco’s biggest challenge was his perfectionism. If he wasn’t immediately successful at something, he would often give up in frustration. This trait was evident when his parents signed him up for piano and violin lessons. Though he had the potential to excel, his initial struggles made him want to quit. It was only through his parents’ persistence that he continued practicing, eventually mastering both instruments.

At Hogwarts, Draco was often told that he resembled his father. However, his family and relatives saw that he was more similar to his mother, in both his appearance and mannerisms. His sharp features, the way he held himself, his dramatics and even his subtle gestures were all echoes of his mother.

Draco had a secret crush on Harry Potter throughout their school years, though he would have rather died than admit it. However, as he watched Harry marry Ginny after the war, his feelings began to fade, and he eventually found love with Astoria Greengrass.

Draco was a dramatic child, prone to grand gestures and emotional outbursts. This trait only intensified as he grew older. Whether it was his sharp wit or his tendency to make a scene, Draco’s dramatic nature was a core part of his identity.

Draco has a deep appreciation for drag shows and the artistry involved. He admires the bold fashion, the exaggerated makeup, and the sheer confidence of drag performers. However, despite his admiration, Draco himself prefers to stick to his formal, traditional style and wouldn’t dare to step out in anything less than his meticulously tailored robes.

While Draco doesn’t label himself as a vegetarian, he has a strong preference for plant-based foods.

Contrary to popular belief, Draco’s favorite color isn’t green but a rich, dark purple.

Despite his best efforts, Draco cannot grow a beard. The most he can manage are a few faint whiskers on his upper lip and a sparse scattering of hairs on his chin and jaw. As a result, he maintains a clean-shaven look.

When Draco became a father, he took on most of the childcare responsibilities, partly because Astoria’s health had declined, but mostly because he simply couldn’t bear to be away from Scorpius. The late-night feedings, diaper changes, and sleepless nights were all cherished moments for him. His love for his son was overwhelming, and he wouldn’t trade those precious, messy moments for anything.

Draco is obsessed with taking pictures of Scorpius. Even the smallest, most mundane moments like Scorpius sucking his thumb seem like picture-worthy events to him. He proudly shows off these photos to anyone who will look, beaming with pride at every picture of his son.

[theherosvillain]

Teach you a lesson (Angel arc part 1)

(Try Not To) Kill All Your Friends masterpost - Next [coming soon]

Contains: kidnapping, captivity, torture, broken bones, restraints, forced to watch

The whole thing was absolutely ridiculous. If Ryker and his men didn’t come soon, Vale was going to kill all of them. They shouldn’t have even let this happen—they were professionals, for God’s sake. Vale couldn’t fathom how he and Phantom had been captured in the first place.

“Are you making any progress?” Vale asked, for what felt like the umpteenth time. He hated to repeat himself, but Phantom hadn’t updated him in a while.

Phantom made a face, staring up at the ceiling as he focused on the ropes restraining his hands. “Um, sort of,” he said. Vale sighed, and Phantom muttered, defensively, “Let’s see you untie knots with your mind.”

“Phantom.” Vale could really do without the attitude at the moment. It was bad enough that he’d been kidnapped, sitting on the floor of some concrete cell God knows where, but it was even worse that he had to rely on Phantom to get them out. The boy was talented, certainly, but Vale preferred not to put his skills to the test when both of their lives were potentially at risk. “Why don’t you untie me first?”

“Because I’m halfway done with mine already,” he retorted, hands shifting behind his back.

“Well, hurry up,” Vale snapped. Phantom fell silent, getting that teenagery, exasperated look on his face that said, Yeah, yeah, I’m on it already. Vale took a deep breath, flexing his wrists, already feeling the ache in his muscles. “I’m impressed,” he admitted, “that you’ve managed to stay calm during this.”

Phantom’s eyebrows flicked up, and he shrugged. “Well, this isn’t my first kidnapping.” He frowned, eyes roaming the ceiling as he thought. “Actually, it might be the … fourth?”

Vale frowned back at him. “Fourth?”

“Yeah, there was Amoret, and then … you,” he said, “and then that time with Oliveri, and now this. That makes four.”

“Ah.”

After a minute, Phantom spoke again. “Did you forget that you kidnapped me?”

The boy had always had a smart mouth; the question shouldn’t have surprised Vale. He sighed impatiently. “Phantom, this is hardly the time.”

“I’m just wondering,” Phantom said, “because how else would you lose track of something like—” He cut himself off, head swiveling toward the door. “Someone’s coming.”

Vale struggled to his feet and moved away from the door, watching it warily. Phantom joined him. Vale hoped whoever came in wouldn’t check the restraints.

The door opened, and a woman stepped through. She was wearing fitted combat fatigues with platform boots, her hair in loose curls around her shoulders, and her makeup was just slightly too gaudy to be tasteful. A handful of others spilled into the room after her, but they were all dressed in the same sort of plain black attire that Vale’s own men wore, which indicated that they were lackeys, not the ones in command.

The woman’s pink lips split into a slow grin as her eyes roved over Vale and Phantom. “Well, well, look at this,” she said. “The great Axton Vale, finally brought down low. How does it feel, hmm? I just want to get a baseline before I drag you down lower.”

Vale schooled his expression into one of annoyance and disdain, which wasn’t far from how he was actually feeling. “Who are you, and what do you want?” he asked flatly.

The woman cocked her head, resting a manicured fingernail on her chin. “You don’t remember me? Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. It was the worst day of my life, but for you—I’m sure that was just an average Tuesday for you, wasn’t it?”

Vale tried again. “Who are you working for?”

Her laugh was so high-pitched it would’ve made a dog whimper. “Oh, that’s rich,” she said, a broad grin spread across her face. “My name’s Danielle Angel, and I happen to be the one in charge here, honey.”

Oh, just perfect. Vale had not only been kidnapped, but kidnapped by some kind of living Barbie doll. He took a measured breath. “And what is it that you want with me?”

Her unnervingly white smile never wavered. “Weren’t you paying attention? I want to kick you off your high horse, Axton.”

He felt a twinge of irritation at the disrespect, but he managed not to show it. “Really?” he asked indignantly.

“Oh, absolutely,” said Angel. “And I think I’m going to start with …” She pointed a shiny pink nail to Vale’s right. “You!”

Phantom bristled, taking a step back, which put him right up against the wall. “I don’t think that’s—” Before he could finish, two of Angel’s men marched forward and grabbed him. The last man pulled Vale back by his shoulders.

Vale stumbled, struggling to keep his footing as he was dragged away from Phantom. “Leave him alone,” he said, keeping his voice steady.

“Sorry, Axton,” said Angel, “but you’re not the boss around here—you don’t get to make demands. Now, if you asked me nicely, I might consider leaving him alone, but otherwise …” She snapped her fingers, and one of her men drove his fist into Phantom’s stomach.

Phantom doubled over, wheezing. Vale surged forward, only for the henchman to yank him back, one hand on his shoulder, the other on his tied wrists. It shouldn’t have been enough to keep him restrained, but he just couldn’t get any damn leverage. “I said, leave him alone,” Vale snapped. The henchmen were twice Phantom’s size. With his hands tied like that, he didn’t stand a chance.

“You’re not a very good listener, are you, Axton?” Angel stood back with her hands clasped in front of her, watching her men rain punches down on Phantom. Vale set his jaw and watched.

Phantom put up a good fight, all things considered; Vale was proud of him for that. Each time he went down, he got back up, trying to ram the men with his shoulders. He tried to use his powers on them; that became clear when one of the men winced in pain, grabbing at his leg. Then the man struck Phantom across the head, dazing him. There was only so much Phantom could do with his powers when he couldn’t focus, and each injury was just another distraction.

Finally, Phantom collapsed on his knees, blood dripping from his nose. Vale watched him intently. Get up. Don’t just quit. Get back up. Phantom began to rise, but one of the men shoved him down by the shoulder, and he winced as his knees hit the floor. Angel laughed, flicking her gaze over to Vale. “He’s a fighter, isn’t he?” Then she sighed and tilted her head at her men. “I can’t help but feel, though, like you guys are going too easy on him.” Phantom’s shoulders stiffened. His eyes were glassy with barely-restrained tears. A single one traced down his cheek. “I think you should break his arm,” Angel said.

“No.” The word slipped out unbidden, barely a whisper. Vale pressed his lips shut.

It was too late. Angel’s head swiveled toward him, her ridiculous hair bouncing. “What was that, Axton?” she asked sweetly. He glared at her, refusing to give her the satisfaction. It didn’t matter; regardless, she wasn’t going to stop.

She watched Vale for a moment, then shrugged, turning her attention back to her men. “Well, go on, then,” she said, motioning them into action. “You can even untie his hands; won’t that be nice?”

The men yanked Phantom to his feet, and one of them pulled out a switchblade to saw away his restraints. Phantom winced as the ropes fell and blood trickled down his wrist. His face went white as two large hands gripped his forearm. “Please, don’t,” he breathed. His gaze flickered over to Vale, and then landed on Angel. “You’re—you’re trying to get at him, right? He doesn’t care. I promise, he—”

Angel sauntered forward and grabbed Phantom by the chin, her long nails digging into his jaw. She locked eyes with Vale. “That’s an interesting theory,” she said. “Let’s put it to the test, hmm?”

Vale wasn’t going to react. All Angel wanted was a reaction. She stepped back and signaled to her men. Phantom’s arm cracked down over the henchman’s knee.

“Stop!” Vale lurched forward, but a pair of hands held him back, fingers digging into his shoulders. Phantom’s knees buckled, and the henchmen held him up, one pair of hands under his armpits and the other still on his arm, hanging at an unnatural angle. The hand on his forearm squeezed. Phantom let out a choked noise that barely sounded human. “Stop, please!”

The room went quiet. Slowly, Angel turned to Vale, her face lit with a predatory grin. “Oh, that was delicious.” She stalked over to him, snapping her fingers, and Vale stumbled as the henchman released him. When he righted himself, he found Angel standing too close for comfort. He tilted his chin to look her in the eye. “All I wanted was for you to ask nicely,” she said, pouting. “Can you do that for me, sweetie?”

Vale clenched his jaw. For a moment, the room was quiet. The silence was broken by a single, strangled sob. Vale’s hands curled into fists. “Please, stop.”

“Oh, come on.” Angel’s finger traced down his jaw. His muscles rippled with involuntary repulsion. “You can do better than that. Get on your knees.”

Vale swallowed. From behind Angel, he heard a flinching sort of noise, anticipating pain. Slowly, Vale sank down.

As he looked up at Angel, he imagined himself plunging a knife into her chest, slitting her throat, carving that smug grin off her face. But the thoughts didn’t change his reality. She gently tilted his chin up. “Now ask nicely,” she whispered.

“Please. Stop hurting him.”

For a long moment, Angel gazed down at him, drinking in the sight. This wasn’t going to help. She wasn’t going to stop.

Then, suddenly, she ruffled Vale’s hair and straightened up. “Was that so hard?” She snapped her fingers, and her men stepped away from Phantom. “I think that’s enough for now. Let’s leave them alone for a little while.” Vale stared, open-mouthed, as Angel sashayed out of the room with her men, locking the door behind her.

-

“I can try to untie you, if you want.”

It was the first time Phantom had spoken in hours. Vale looked up to see him slumped against the wall on the other side of the cell, right where he’d collapsed when Angel left. There were bruises on his face, a crust of blood beneath his nose, and his arm was arranged carefully in his lap. “Your arm is broken,” Vale said, feeling as though it was a redundant observation.

Phantom shrugged one shoulder, his face expressionless. His cheeks were tacky with dried tears. “My other arm isn’t.”

Vale wasn’t sure it would stay that way if Angel found out about this, but his hands had gone numb a while ago, and he suspected they would both be better off if Vale had his hands free. He crossed the cell and sat with his back to Phantom. He exhaled slowly as the boy started tugging at the ropes.

They didn’t need to talk. Vale had always preferred silence. But for some reason the quiet was poking at him now, like an errant feather out of a down pillow. “I could have ended it sooner.”

Phantom’s fingers went still. “What?”

 “All she wanted was …” Vale took a deep breath, forcing away the memory of his knees hitting the ground, of her nails under his chin. “I could have given it to her. I just …” Didn’t think it would help. Didn’t want to give in. Thought that you could handle it.

This was exactly the type of situation Phantom had been trained for. He’d been through the same interrogation and captivity trainings that all of Vale’s men went through. This wasn’t even the worst he’d been injured in recent memory; he had collected more than his fair share of scars. But this was the first time that Vale might have prevented it. There was no reason he should have wanted to, given Phantom’s role. Some people had taken to calling him Vale’s guard dog. Vale thought it was a crass moniker, but he had to admit it was fitting. A guard dog did the protecting; it didn’t need to be protected.

“Is this your way of apologizing?”

Vale bit back the instinct to chide Phantom’s tone. “I suppose so,” he said slowly.

Phantom silently picked at the knot. “It’s not your fault,” he said. “It was a power play. You couldn’t have known she’d actually stop.”

Vale’s shoulders relaxed as much as the restraints allowed. “That was my thought, yes.”

Phantom paused. After a long time, he spoke in a quiet voice. “Now that you know, though …” He left the sentence unfinished.

“We’re going to get out of here before that happens again.”

“Right.”

There was a world of uncertainty in that single word. Vale decided that silence was best.

-

Title credits: Just One Yesterday - Fall Out Boy

Tag list: @toyybox

[kaytheday]

Her Mother's Perfect Daughter - Beverly Jitney Bush

This fic is inspired by a post from @staygoldsunsets. Post Link Here! A03 Link Here!

Beverly had always been her mother’s perfect daughter. Shining teeth, straight hair, and a graceful poise that come from a lifetime of private dance lessons that her mother has insisted on since she was two. Sometimes Beverly feels like kicking and screaming at the mere thought of another dance class… not that her mother cares. She can still hear her mothers voice in her head. Good girls don’t kick and they don’t scream. They smile and they go about their day. 

Beverly had since made peace with the dance classes and the diets and the makeup and the expectations and the little perfectionism’s her mother has instilled into her. Because making peace with those things is better than not doing them and risk showing the ugly hateful parts of herself. Dancing, doing her hair perfectly, getting good grades, and dressing cute is usually enough to make people look over all the imperfections that her mother would catch. 

Beverly can still remember the first time her mothers impossibly perfect expectations were made known to her. It was back in grade school, when dancing was still fun and Bev was too young for diet pills. Her best friend in the whole world was another little girl named Ace. They would spend recess wrestling and playing make believe. She would come home with grass stains on her knees and ratty blonde hair but despite her mothers incessant nagging, it was worth it. 

There was usually twenty minutes after school where Bev would wait for her nanny to get there. Often, Ace would stay too and the girls would play together. Beverly never asked, but she knew Ace didn’t have a nanny and she just didn't want to go home. This was before they were greasers or socs. Back when kids were just kids and Beverly was carefree with love in her heart. 

There was one day where the nanny got sick and Beverly’s mother came to pick her up. It was the first day all year that her mother had come to the school. Bev was excited to show off her new friend, not even noticing how her mothers nose turned up in disgust and she let out a huff. 

It was on the car ride home that Beverly got a wake up call. 

“I can’t believe you’ve been playing with that girl! Is this why your hair is all messed up after school every day? You are not allowed to play with that filthy greaser anymore! You’ll make our family look bad and you don’t want to do that, do you Bev?” 

So that’s exactly what Beverly did. She listened to her mother and stopped playing with that ‘filthy greaser’. Instead, opting for the other well dressed little girls with respectable parents and straight hair. 

Good daughters must listen to their mothers. Isn’t that something her father used to say? Good girls listen to their mothers. Listen to yours, she knows what she's talking about. So she does. Beverly does everything her mother says… sometimes even more. 

This includes the dancing and the diet pills and the special shampoo and the country clubs and French language classes and learning how to talk to her parents' friends. It also includes the parts that her mother has sworn her to secrecy about. Like the time she ate too much at a church dinner and her mother forced her to throw up in the bathroom so she could fit into her church dress later. A finger deftly swiping down her throat as she gagged on her knees in the stall. Good girls don’t eat that much at a church dinner. See how they’re all looking at you? You don’t want to be a cow, do you Bev?

It’s not that she doesn’t like going to events with her parents and talking to her parents' friends. It’s just… it's not so much talking as showing off. Her parents drag her around to show off to their friends. Here is our pride and joy, our beautiful daughter, Beverly. Sometimes it feels like she’s nothing more than a show pony, a prize to be won. Not a person, just a face. A face that her mother has carefully constructed to be what people should see. Beverly is her mothers perfect daughter. 

The only real problem is that she shouldn’t hate it. Beverly knows she’s pretty, with good teeth and hair and she has great manners and good grades. There are a lot of good things about her. So she shouldn’t hate what makes her mother seem so happy and her father seem so proud. At the very least, it gets her mother to stop nagging her. So she tries not to hate that her life has become a constant showcase but she’ll be a glorified show-pony as long as it keeps those bitter parts of herself hidden. Under the surface there is this shameful fear that she is constantly in danger of losing control because of how wild and angry she is. This resentment fills her like a boiling pot. But even a pot as pretty as Beverly is bound to boil over. She just never knows when, and that scares her. 

“Y-You’re so… You’re so… m-manipulative!” The girl looks proud of herself for finding that word. Bev takes another drag on her cigarette as she stares at the girl who more than anything wants to be in their little soc group. But Beverly just cocks her head and smiles, a little thrill going through her at the thought of what comes next. This one is going to sting.

“How long did it take you to sound out that word in the mirror this morning? Probably longer than it took you to do that hair, terrible.” Bev laughs while the girl gasps and turns to run away, tears filling up her eyes. Beverly may be her mothers perfect daughter, but that doesn’t mean she has to be nice about it and she’s definitely not below making fun of a kid with a stutter. Not with the instant satisfaction it gives her.

“You could have just told her no.” Marcia says from her side, taking a drag on Beverly’s cigarette. 

“Yeah, I could have, but where’s the fun in that?” What Marcia doesn’t know is that those little comments contain everything that Beverly can never say. It’s the terrible thing inside her that makes her say it. Ruthless cruel things that will ensure her place in the school's social hierarchy. Beverly knows exactly where she stands and nobody can knock her down. 

Saying little things like those give her a release that is beyond any comprehension. One that she could never talk to any of her friends about. It’s these shots of malice and occasionally beating up on greasers with her boyfriend that give Beverly relief better than any kind of substance. It hits a sick sort of sweet spot, one that Marcia and Cherry have given her too many weird looks for. But they don’t know how it feels. They could never understand the pressure she’s under. The pressure to be perfect. To be everything. 

She can still remember the first time her fist cracked against the cheek bone of a greaser who was dumb enough to be on the wrong side of town. Brill and their friends had plans to go to the lake for the day when they caught the guy on the side of the road. They had pulled over and the boys had jumped out of the car. Beverly found herself following them, despite Marcia and Cherry’s protests that they all get back in the car. 

Beverly had just watched with sick satisfaction as they boys hit each other, wishing more than anything that she could join the fight. Maybe in another life, one that her mother wasn’t a part of, she was a boxer instead of a dancer. Then, when they had the greaser down, Brill offered her the last punch. She could hardly stop herself from nodding, a twisted smile on her face. And so she’d done it, with as much power as those boys, her rings leaving indents in the boy's face. 

Then they’d been off to the lake, not looking back. Beverly spent the rest of the day pretending that the whole ordeal hadn’t made her feel some sort of sick relief. 

It was because of this pressure to be everything all the time, that violence and her venomous words became her only outlet. Underneath all this pressure to uphold their families public image was a deep resentment towards her mother for making her care so much about what people thought. 

She could only imagine if her mother found out about the feelings that her perfect daughter had bubbling underneath the surface constantly. It would probably be like the time she’d bobbed her hair. As soon as she’d come home, her mother had slapped her clean across the face, yelling that they were supposed to be respectable people. That Beverly was not to be modeling herself after those spinsters who were chanting for women's lib and going braless in the street. They were a respectable family and Beverly was going to ruin all of it for a haircut. How selfish. She’d gone to bed without dinner for a week which her mother claimed was a good thing anyway. The crime? Attempting to ruin her families' perfect image. 

Anyone who says that greasers have it worse than socs have obviously never met Beverly's mother and her impossible expectations. 

Beverly is her mothers perfect daughter. Truly the pride of the West Side. 

[evenmyhivemindisempty]

What do you think Boyd's characters grades were like in school? And also what cliques would they be part of?

Steve Murphy: Oh Steve was absolutely a diligent and attentive student! He got good grades, participated in more than a few extracurriculars, and did a year as an offensive lineman for his high school’s (very mediocre) team. Because of this, he mostly hung out in circles peripheral to the jocks, but he was a little too serious for most of them.

Donald Pierce: Pierce got excellent grades in the subjects he cared about!! He was his physic teacher’s all-time favorite student! His English teacher loaned him ARC books from her own library! His US Gov teacher assumed he was a total burnout, and Ms. Travis who taught Spanish thought he was a giant pain in the ass. He wasn’t really part of any cliques - he was a bit of a loner, with one or two close female friends he gravitated towards. In a different life, he could’ve been extremely happy with the theater kids (they match his dramatic energy!).

Cap Hatfield: He doesn’t do *great* in school, but he tries hard and his teachers find him extremely endearing and tend to give him extra credit assignments to boost his grades a little. He’s not much of a goth himself, but for some reason that’s the crowd he tends to spend most of his time with.

Clement Mansell: Clement skips class a lot, forgets about projects until the last minute, and zones in and out during lessons, but despite this he gets surprisingly decent grades! He’s pretty smart, and he’s also good at charming teachers into cutting him some slack when he needs it. He’s kind of a floater – he hangs around the stoners and band kids, and he’s also got a couple jock friends.

The Corinthian: The Corinthian is a solid B- student. He wants to please his professors, he just isn’t always good at it. And he tends to get distracted with cute boys in his classes. He divides his time fairly evenly between the popular kids and the goths.

Eli Klaber: Klaber scrapes by with C’s. His clique is the theater kids! He kind of stumbles upon them a little starry-eyed, amazed by how colorful and queer they all are, and then gets dragged into theater himself. (He’s in the tech crew, but absolutely tries on the costumes and stage makeup too.)

Ty Shaw: Ty gets mostly B’s and C’s. He doesn’t take school too seriously, but he doesn’t blow it off, either. He hangs out with a wide assortment of groups: jocks, theater kids, stoners. He’s popular by default, although he might not be super aware of it.

Quinn McKenna: Quinn gets solid grades. His best subject was math, his worst was English. Unlike Pierce, he still tries in all of his classes, it just… doesn’t always help! He’s on the wrestling team, and he also did rugby for a year. He’s not super sociable, but he’s got some friends with the jocks and a few in the high-achiever crowd.

[spaceagesparkledust]

Makeups Your Doctor Who (Random Doctor Who Headcanons)

It’s Rose and her drug store mascara against the world. Girl is prepared

Jack and Nine get a kick out of watching Rose do her makeup routine. Every time. I don’t think Nine pays any attention to Rose putting it on until Jack comes around. Sure he always thinks she looks pretty but Jack’s the one who’ll come in Rose’s room while she does her makeup and keep her entertained. (Nine likes to be surprised)

Rose and Jack do each other’s nails. 

They convince Nine to let them paint his nails once. (Black, like his soul. ) Coincidentally, this is their first official TARDIS flying lesson. He can’t fly with wet hands after all. 

Rose eventually does Nine’s mascara, and eyeliner because she needs to know how goth he’s going to look in eyeliner and a leather jacket. The answer is incredibly goth. Nine spends a good ten minutes looking in the mirror, which is a new record considering he never looks in the mirror. 

River isn’t allowed to leave her lipstick lying around because Eleven will pick it up thinking it’s normal and then start having hallucinations.

One doesn’t understand Earth makeup trends. At all. They’re just so different from Galifrey. 

I think he tells Susan that she’s very pretty without it and she’s like “that’s very nice grandfather” while flipping through a magazine. 

She gets all her makeup ideas from watching her classmates. Also advice from barbara! 

One sits in on these Barbara sessions sometimes to learn. They offer to teach him but he prefers watching. 

I think eventually Susan manages to convince him to let her try it on him. It happens once and they never get to again. 

Before really trying to acclimate to school, Susan’s makeup skills were never period or place accurate.

Susan Foreman bringing you the hottest looks from Galifrey and planets 3000 years in the future.

Lets all his surrogate granddaughters use Susan’s old makeup she left on the TARDIS

Six and Peri, like with everything else, fight about makeup 

Six does enjoy makeup but i don’t think he ever puts on anything super elaborate because his coat does all the work for him 

He has a surprisingly good grasp on what colors work together and what clashes 

Buys makeup for his companions and keeps it stashed on the Tardis. Does not tell Peri. He’ll just put it somewhere obvious and make hinting comments until she notices. And then gets upset when she thanks the TARDIS and not him.

 WILL tell Peri if her makeup clashes or is the wrong shade

Uses his own arm as a tester swatch 

Four does Sarah’s makeup once

She gets poked in the face/eye a lot. He tells her to stop moving. 

It doesn’t look bad. But it also….doesn’t look good. Harry spends five minutes trying to compliment it before Sarah tells him to give it a rest.

Jo is very good at makeup and has given the Doctor a thorough explanation of makeup trends while they’ve been captured. The Doctor knows more than he’s ever wanted to know about makeup. which is good for getting Jo a Christmas present. 

Both Two and Ten try to make their own makeup….to varying results 

Two tries to replicate Victorian style makeup for Victoria but better ™ 

To keep it secret he tests it on himself and Jamie and Jamie is horribly allergic to one of the ingredients 

Victoria is very happy about it

Zoe tries to make improvements on it when she’s around. Mostly so Jamie doesn’t die

Many many many years later Amy finds it and tries it on. And it looks very nice on her but to her and Eleven’s panic the long lasting makeup effects are uh….very long lasting and don't wear off for weeks.

Ten gets dragged to a makeup shop with Donna and is very very very bored 

He insists that he can make something better than anything Donna’s buying. So he tries.

Its not bad honestly. Fairly decent, the colors look great on Donna. Its even eco-friendly.

Donna jokes that they should have their own makeup line which is a business venture they try for 0.2 seconds before it backfires horribly and wind up running from an evil space CEO.

15 and Ruby routinely do nails together as a means of decompressing

15 is Ruby’s hype person while she does her makeup, that jukebox is turned allll the way up

15 really likes period-accurate makeup and will find any excuse bust out a vintage collection of makeups he’s picked up at some point. Really good at it too. (this is definitely a result of Rose-Uncle Doctor bonding time)

They visit Space Sephora so Ruby can pick up things for her mates and her family

Eleven compliments Clara’s makeup quite often. Every time Clara changes her makeup Twelve acts like he’s never seen her before in his life. 

He doesn’t understand why Clara likes eyeliner because her eyes get even bigger somehow. 

Twelve narrates Clara’s makeup routine like a nature documentary. It annoys her at first but then she finds it endearing and alerts him every time she’s about to fix her makeup.

Twelve's not big on makeup himself but he does rock glam makeup.

[randomsmutty]

MMM DADDY - Jennie Kim

POV: You're the nerd of your school. Perfect grades and scores, rich parents and all the luxuries one needs, but no one seems to mind you. All the girls of your school seem to fall only for the craggy broke boys. You feel lonely all the time since people use you only for their homework. ---

"Another day at school...yet no friends" you think to yourself as you walk down the hallway to your class. You see girls flirting with the 'popular' guys. Suddenly, you see your crush, Jennie Kim walking the other way. She's the most popular girl, but notoriously rude and a bully. She gets in trouble all the time for either punching someone in the face or peeing into someone's locker for revenge. But she's a hot bully. Today, she was wearing a tight dress with her long hair down!

"I wish I could make her my girlfriend" you say to yourself. But Jennie heard it! She turns back to glare at you. You feel intimidated by her presence but your dick slowly starts getting hard looking at her. She notices your erection. She walks briskly towards you and grabs your crotch. You let out a yelp. Luckily, the hallway was almost empty.

The class bell rings. "Sorry but I really have to go to class right now!" you say to Jennie. But she gives a sly laugh and says, "Oh shut up you nerd. I don't care. Come with me right now". You are filled with anxiety of missing your class but excited to finally hit up with THE Jennie Kim. She drags you to the restrooms and locks into a stall.

You hesitantly remove the zipper of your jeans, but she was impatient. She yanks down everything and licks your dick. You let out a groan. She signals you to stop. She gets down on her knees and starts sucking and stroking your dick. You start moaning and she does it even faster. Unable to control yourself you blast your cum all over her face and her dress. "This dress cost me $250 dollars you sick fuck!" she yells but you find it hot. She then licks your cum off her lips and smirks. She says, "I'll be waiting for you at my home after school" and starts cleaning herself up. She puts on her makeup and goes out. You feel dazed by her.

You scurry to your class. The teacher is surprised to see you coming late. She asks you why you're late. You feel hesitant to lie but you end up saying that you felt sick. The teacher excuses you and you take your seat in the class. You couldn't concentrate on the lesson as your mind wanders off to Jennie and how you're gonna manage to go to her home in the evening.

School ends you start walking out the door. Suddenly Jennie walks past you and slips a piece of paper in your hand. You read what's written on the paper. The paper had her address and a line- "I'm waiting for you babe." You feel more elated and excited. You immediately put the paper in your pocket and walk ahead. You see your mom waiting in outside the school in her Porsche. She was crying. You get in and enquire what happened. Your mom replies, "Your great aunt has died. We're going to her funeral." You are shocked, not at your aunt's death but the fact that you're gonna miss Jennie. You quickly reply that you're going to study at a friend's house in the evening for the next day's test. Your mom disagrees at first, but she finally lets you go. You feel better now.

Your mom drops you off at your home and she leaves for the funeral. You quickly get in, change your clothes and take a few condoms from your dad's cupboard. You drive your Mercedes all the way to her house in a hurry. You finally reach her home, unable to wait, you run in. It was a huge mansion with chandeliers and expensive marble flooring. There she was! Right in front of you! She was wearing a bikini, laying down on the couch. You close the door behind you, and you walk towards her, enchanted by her beautiful body.

You sit on the couch next to her, and she climbs up your lap. She starts rubbing against your thighs slowly. You could feel her wet pussy on your thighs and you start kissing her. You enjoy every moment of her soft lovely lips against yours and you start getting an erection. You lay her down and remove her panties. "Damnn...", you think to yourself. You start licking and sucking her down there and she starts moaning loudly. Within a few minutes, she starts writhing up and down with pleasure and finally squirts all over your face. You taste her sweet nectar. You go up to her big, soft boobs and massage them. She looked so beautiful in that state.

Both of you undress completely. You lie down and Jennie sits on your face. She starts rubbing her soft, pink pussy up and down your face. You lick her occasionally and she moans every time. She gives you a naughty look, positions her pussy over your face and pisses all over your face. Ah! The "hot, golden shower from your pussy is divine", you say to her for which she gives out a giggle. You lick her clean after she's done relieving herself on you.

You take out the condom you brought and put it on. Jennie looks surprised. She never expected full blown sex. She says to you, "I never thought I would have my virginity taken by a hot nerdy guy like you. Throw away the condom. Let's make it raw!" You agree to her and throw it away.

Jennie lies down flat and you go on top of her. As you insert you dick, she starts screaming. Soon, you start moving in and out slowly. Jennie screams out in pain but she slowly starts enjoying it. Tears roll down her face with moans and groans and you start going more faster. She starts moaning so loudly and screams "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" You scream the say thing. It starts going very intensely and finally, a huge load of cum blasts into her. Sweat rolls down your brow. Jennie takes huge breaths while looking dreamily at you. She stands up with all your cum dripping out of her vagina and kisses you deeply once more.

You both get into the shower and kiss each other even more. Your phone rings and it was your mother. She tells you to come back home. You both dress up and you say goodbye to each other. You drive back home, still in ecstasy from the experience. ------------------

[ryuwonieebae]

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐔(김민규)

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ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛғᴇʟᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ?

One-shot, Imagines

Genre : Fluff

Warning : Swearing

Pairing : Kim Mingyu x nerd!female reader

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑚? 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜�� ℎ𝑒𝑟?

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Adjusting your glasses, you continued doing your homework despite the loud screams of the fangirls who were fangirling over Kim Mingyu, the campus heartthrob and the playboy. Well, his visuals were not a joke. He was literally dead gorgeous. Everybody loved and adored him except for you. 'Can't they just keep quiet. It's not like he's a celebrity', you thought to yourself while side-eyeing the crowd. You hated the fact that the girls were fangirling over a famous heartbreaker. You just sighed heavily & shook your head in disbelief.

Not before long, professor arrived and started his lesson. You were the smartest kid in class so literally everything your professor taught was easy for you except this time. This lesson is hard for you unexpected and you were now stuck in a question for minutes. You had the habit of pouting and scrunching your nose when fully focused on doing something and now you're doing the same thing whilst trying to figure out the answer. Sighing while putting your pen down, your eyes wandered around the class only to meet Mingyu's bewitching eyes. Suddenly, you felt that something new and endearing arose in you. Your cheeks heated up while you looked away. 'Wait! What is happening to me?', you said to yourself and cupped your cheeks.

MEANWHILE

Mingyu pov

I chuckled seeing her cute habit when doing her work. She looked so cute that I just can't stop staring at her. Then, her eyes wandered around and eventually they met mine. I could feel my cheeks turning bright red and hers too. 'Wait.. Is she blushing? 'I giggled to myself seeing her reaction. Uhh.. I'm so in love with her. What did you did to me y/n-aa. I swear that I will change for you. Only you. I just hope you don't hate me.

Back to your pov

Other than a group of 5 students, you were still sitting in your class all by yourself. You took out your lunchbox which you brought from home and started eating your lunch. Just after one bite, someone pushed you lunch box so hard that you had a mini heart attack for a second. You turned up to look at the person only to see girl, with loads of makeup which made to look like a clown and you felt like puking after seeing her face. You also noticed that she looked angry? "Why d-" before you could finish your sentence the girl started shouting at you like maniac. "You bi**h! Stay away from my boyfriend. He's mine only. I love him and he loves me. So stop being a third wheel got it! " saying that she went away like nothing happened after slamming the table hard making you flinch so hard. You just sat there blankly. A million thoughts were thoughts were flooding you mind. You were still confused about what happened just now. You saw the food scattered all over the floor. Without any choice, you started cleaning the place.

Just then, Mingyu entered the class with his friends . His eyes fell on you, who was cleaning the floor and looked at you confused. So he asked one of his friend to ask you what happened but of course you came with an excuse. Mingyu just couldn't believe you since your so bad at lying. The group of students who were sitting there earlier and saw the whole scene just now noticed that Mingyu was still demanding to know what happened. So one of them went up to him and told him every single thing and now of course Mingyu was furious. He clenched his jaw in anger and tried to control his anger but failed.

TIME SKIP

After a few lessons, it was finally the free period. You decided to go to your school's library. As you were walking, someone suddenly grabbed your hand and dragged you somewhere. It looked like Mingyu from behind. Was it him? While you were still confused, he has already dragged you to the basketball court. "Mingyu!? Why are we here!?". "Just shut up and stop asking questions!", Mingyu said while still holding your hands. 'Ok dude but that was harsh though' you thought to yourself. Just then you saw the girl that bullied you earlier coming towards you and Mingyu. "Oppa..Why are you holding this hideous nerd's hands!? You can hold my gorgeous hands thou-", before she could finish her sentence Mingyu slapped her, maybe too hard because she fell with a loud thud. All the students there looked at the scene and started laughing. "You have no rights to bully y/n or call her using names! I swear to god, if I see you bullying y/n, I'm gonna punch your clown face! Got it?!", Mingyu warned the girl with a deadly glare while you were still standing there speechless and dumbfounded. "(to y/n)And you, try to stand up for yourself!..(to the others)And also from now on if someone dares to do something to my y/n, I'm gonna fu***ng kick your a**! She's mine and I love her, got it!?!", He said shouting looking at you first then the other students who were present there. They were stunned, like you as well. Suddenly, Mingyu held your hands softly and confessed that he loves you. "Why should I believe you? You're the playboy who breaks girls' hearts and I'm sure that you're playing with me..", you said yanking his hands before walking away with a heavy heart while Mingyu looked at you hopelessly.

TIME SKIP

It has been a few months since the incident and after that, you're no longer the same person. You became brave and always stood up for yourself when you were bullied. Everything about you changed except for your feelings. Your feelings towards Mingyu... You saw how much he also had changed just for you and now you wanted to give him a chance.

You were now waiting for Mingyu to finish his dance lesson. Not before long, you saw him walking out of the dance room with his friends. You went towards him and "Mingyu..I need to talk to you privately. Follow me now", you said with a serious tone. Mingyu gulped at your serious tone and followed you like a lost puppy.

Both of you were in an empty classroom now. No one was talking and the environment was getting awkward until you decided to break it. "I love you, Mingyu", you let out with a deep sigh straightforwardly. Mingyu looked dumbfounded at your sudden confession. Being dissatisfied with his reaction, you pulled him by his collar and kissed him. It was only a few second's kiss and you pulled out quickly. Since Mingyu is Mingyu, he was disappointed because of the quick kiss, so he grabbed your hips and pinned you against the wall, and smashed his lips on yours. You smiled and kissed him back slowly. Your hands ran through his hair while he slid his hands around your waist pulling you closer. After a while, you both pulled away leaving you both breathless. "I love you", Mingyu and you said at the same making you both giggle at each other. "Thank you for giving me a chance. I promise you will never regret it, darling", Mingyu said and hugged you tightly like there's no tomorrow...

"𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜"

~THE END~

A/n : This imagine is purely based on my imagination only. I hope this is good enough to make you guys happy. Thank you for supporting me. It means a lot for me.. Thanks to my besties too<3...

♡

[antigonenikk]

shades of cool

Billy is sort of insane. But Chrissy is too, so they make a good pair.

Or: (A Season 02 AU where Billy and Chrissy meet, fight demons, and fall in love. And not in that order.)

“Eventually, he grabs at her, and she feels tears. His or hers. They melt together. Jason’s blood leaves fingerprints all over her. She wants Billy to kill every person who has ever looked twice at her. She wants to keep him safe in a small room away from the world that has hurt him. She wants to run away with him. Far away. Out of this haunted town.”

Chapters 7/?

Word Count: 13224

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/Chrissy Cunningham

reckless driving - drug use - child abuse - eating disorders - unsafe sex - boys crying - love at first sight -horror

read on AO3

Chapter One Below

She saw him for the first time on a Tuesday. She remembered it was a Tuesday because she hated Tuesdays. On Tuesdays she had Cheer and then she had Pointe class in Muncee, which meant a one hour drive to the dance studio and then back, because Hawkins didn't have a dance studio. Well they did. But they didn't teach the Vaganova method there. And her Mom said that the Vaganova method was the only really good way to study ballet. So on Tuesdays she had pointe, which Chrissy tried to enjoy but secretly, shamefully, hated. She liked Pas de Deux classes much better, when they got to practice lifts with the boys. Where you got to fly. She felt that when you were raised up high by the male dancers, up to the ceiling, you were eternal. You were at the peak of the spectacle. You were an angel. You could not fall. No one could touch you. It’s why she liked cheering, too. Getting to be thrown up into the air, completely weightless for those few seconds.

But just normal pointe lessons rankled her. Her hair by that point was in a bun for three hours so her skull was aching, and she was hungrier than usual, and lightheaded from smoking so many cigarettes during break to keep up with the other girls and seem normal. So on a Tuesday morning the week before Halloween, when she woke up and looked at the clothes her mother had laid out, she wasn't expecting him. She wasn't expecting anything. Or thinking anything, really. Just doll thoughts. Put on shirt. Button in hole. Her mind was asleep where it liked to go a lot of the time, when it wasn't lit up with fire. In the mirror she put on the makeup her mother laid out. Pink eyeshadow today. Hair up. Earrings. Staring back at her was a face of someone she did not recognize. She could see this face in the halls at school on some other girl and it would be a complete stranger to her. Like a cut out of paper doll. A girl is there, she thought. Or something that looks like one. Her skin itched. She clutched her hands together. She clawed at her palms. She existed. She existed. It felt like a lie, like the more she repeated it the less real she became. On Tuesday she wasn't expecting anything. But she should have. Later it didn't seem fair for it to come so out of the blue. Like life was divided into two halves: before the Robin's Egg Blue, and After.

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Her and Tammy were halfway from the parking lot to the front door of the school when it happened. Jason and Chance were approaching them, parting off from the rest of the team like lions going for the kill. And her, of course, the prey. Always. Chrissy wanted to groan. Her Mom wanted her really really badly to date Jason. Which she didn't get, because her Mom hated when she dated anyone. Like, literally refused it. And that was fine with Chrissy. If she had Mom she didn't need a boyfriend. Her and Mom were totally best friends. They did everything together. A boy wouldn't understand. Would distract her. But Mom wanted her to date Jason, and Jason wanted her to date Jason, and Chrissy felt so guilty because he was handsome but she just couldn't do it. She didn't want them to feel bad. She was dragging her feet. He just wasn't interesting. He was like everyone else. Boring. Boring. And wanting something from her. Wanting her performance. The problem wasn't him. The problem was her. She wasn't normal. She liked people, she liked a lot of people. But in a general sense, like, in the sense that she loved mankind. Individuals, she didn't want to get near. They crowded her, they wanted too much, they were confusing. She had to perform for them, all of them, all of the time. They wanted to touch her. She could do it for her Mom, but Mom was family. And suffering for your family is a lot easier than suffering for people you don't really know or care too much about.

Jason was approaching, Tammy laughing beside her, when the car pulled up. Robin's egg blue, AD. After the death of everything else. Blasting Motley Crüe, which she didn't recognize then, just thought it was noise that was l o u d. And the car speeding, tires fuming on the black-top. And then the car stopped. They were staring. It felt like the whole of Hawkins was staring. A red haired girl got out of the back and skated away. And then. And then. Sort of like the center point of the turning world, he appeared, and all motion stopped. Like the world slowed down, almost going in reserve. All of history leading up to this one moment. Blonde. Blonde. So Blonde. Only thought in her head. Oh no. She was fucked.

He had sunglasses on, and he was smoking a cigarette, letting it dangle off his lips like it could fall at any second, and he was so cool. Oh no. She turned away and kept walking and the world sped back up. Walking faster. Oh no. She looked back, couldn't help it really. He hadn't seen her yet, thank goodness. Just surveying the territory. He was dangerous. She could tell. He looked smug, and above it all. She had thought Jason was like a lion but she was wrong. This was a real apex predator. A snake maybe. Or a panther. He wasn't human. Which was the important part. He was much, much more. She wanted to be a lamb. Or a bunny rabbit. She wanted to lay down and let him grab her in his jaws and shake until her neck broke. That would be a good way to go. Just like falling off the top of the pyramid, but better. Because it would be something beautiful ending her life. And that counted for a lot.

She was almost running, panicking. She had never felt anything before like this towards her friends or her Mom or any boys who asked her on dates. It was coursing through her. White hot want.

"Wait. Shit, Chris, wait up!"

Tammy was grabbing her arm. Chrissy turned to her, and she could tell the mask was slipping, because Tammy looked scared.

"Are you okay?"

"I..."

She didn't know what to say. She loved Tammy, sort of. But distantly. She felt sick. She couldn't tell her.

"I'm fine!"

"Did you see the new kid?"

Chrissy nodded, mutely. They were inside now, so it was all okay. Approaching her locker. Was something wrong with her? Her heart wouldn't stop racing. Her whole body was on fire.

"He..."

She cleared her throat.

"He had a nice car."

Tammy laughed.

[d3l3t3d-deactivated]

I told myself i wanted to list out all of my major accomplishments this year to build some confidence in myself and drown out that little voice that always tells me i’m not good enough— It’s been a hard fucking year with a bitter end, but I have hope that after I move & recover from top surgery, my life will be better than ever. I dedicated this entire year to setting myself up for success, and I intend to reap the rewards, and continue to grow and change for the better in the new year. Without further adieu, this year I—

Performed at Full Spin (twice!!)

Headlined alongside a RPDR queen on tour (on my birthday!!)

Got to perform during halftime at a wrestling show

Performed at a sold out show at Paradise Rock Club, one of my favorite venues (on my drag birthday!)

Performed at House of Blues for another sold out show

Performed at my first brunch (and made the most money I’ve ever made in drag)

Was the special guest at the open stage I started out on

Debuted in a new city for the first time, and did my makeup ON THE TRAIN for it!

Hosted and produced my last college drag show

Survived my first pride as a drag performer

Learned some Taylor Swift & had a blast going out of my comfort zone and performing at a Speak Now show

Performed at a total of 19 different shows this year, and served cunt at every fucking one!!!

Had work accepted into a VHS-themed gallery, and got to put some of my digital drag on tape!! (i've always wanted to do that!!)

Made dozens of new friends, and grew so much closer with old ones. I’ve seriously felt so supported and surrounded by love from my friends this year.

Opened up to my mom about my gender identity and life as a drag performer, to an incredibly warm & supportive response

Got to have my brother see me perform in drag, & met his girlfriend!!

Was called “son” by both my parents for the first time

Bulked up my wardrobe with new costumes, wigs, shoes, and materials

Upped my personal style game outside of drag, (was told that “i’m giving everything I want to give, in and out of drag”)

Marie Kondo’ed my things, and got rid of anything that no longer served me

Invested in my comfort, bought a new bed, bed frame, and bedding, as well as comfortable shoes and a vanity setup

Legally changed my name, and updated my drivers license, SSC, laptop, bank, and everything else under the sun to reflect that change

Got my own insurance, & got off my dad’s plan

Became financially independent from my family

Started 2 new jobs, after months of living gig to gig

Got on food stamps, after getting denied once before

Graduated college, despite the horrible time college was for me

Helped organize a student union, & attended protests for budget transparency

Gotten so much better at standing up for myself, walked out of jobs, classes, and relationships where I was being mistreated, and advocated for myself in academic, medical, and work settings (even when it was hard and it resulted in lost opportunities, if you treat people like that I don't want what you're selling!!!)

Started therapy (twice)

Fought tooth and nail for top surgery, and am getting it in 3 days!!!

Visited Brooklyn, Portland, & Martha’s Vineyard all for the first time

Went swimming in the ocean a lot this summer B) & saw sand sculptures for the first time!!

Started taking regular baths, drinking more tea, and stretching more often

Started journaling

Have been eating better, (3 meals a day!) and taking my daily vitamins

Have developed a weekly chore schedule that works for me as an ADHD-haver

Celebrated one year on testosterone!

Finally found a skincare routine that’s starting to clear up my tboy acne

Took dance lessons with a jazz instructor

Made a bunch of cool stuff! like a cast plastic mask, a dress, styled wigs, digital collages, mixes, & prints!

backed up my computer after over 1000 days

recovered from the deep burnout school, drag, competition, and an abusive relationship left me with, and am brimming with fresh ideas to bring into the new year!!

I deserve everything I’ve worked so hard for!!! I’m hot, funny, talented, and kind. I’m a highly decorated, iconic, title holding drag performer and multi-disciplinary artist. I’m a sweet, understanding, and generous friend. I’m a romantic, just filled to the brim with love to share, and I deserve somebody who sees me as an equal, takes me out on romantic dates, and makes me feel loved and beautiful. I deserve a family who sees and accepts me for who I am, and isn’t always looking for the worst in me, or more concerned about being right than communicating honestly. I deserve the opportunity to heal from the massive amounts of abuse and trauma I faced in my life. I deserve to get to be the person I needed when I was younger. I’ve been through so much at 22, and I’m only getting started.

In 2024 I’m going to be bolder, louder, and take up more space. I’m going to be sooooo annoying in peoples DM’s, because you don’t get things you don’t ask for or work for. I’m going to move somewhere cheaper, save up, adopt a cat, and finally see the dentist. I’m going to be in my hot slut era because I’ll be newly single and recovered from top surgery. I’m going to update my resume and apply to shit I’m under-qualified for. I am going to make art like a motherfucker, and enjoy every second of it. I am going to do things that scare me, and go places I've never gone before. I am going to be so in love with myself it’s disgusting. I am going to continue spread joy and chase new experiences, because god damn it that is what I was put on this earth to do!!!

[firebug-mother-nicknamed-me-this]

As some one who has seen both sides, tho heavier on the right wing, I can say, they complain about everything. I have seen ring wings complain about other right wings and then labeling each other as liberals because they can't agree about personal opinions. I've seen left wings label someone as an opressent because that person didn't agree with a personal opinion.

Are there opinions and actions that a majority of people can agree are bad, E.X. racism, rape, pedophilia, ect. Yes.

But having personal opinions about political shit, shouldn't automatically mean that person is evil.

BUT ALSO!! Context means everything. The statement above can be true and not true at the same time. Certain political personal opinions can make some one a bad person, not evil, not "Spawn of satan", just not a good person.

And some people can have a change in mindset. I will say that I used to be fairly racist, misogynistic, and just fucking mean to others who had a different opinion to myself. I have changed because I've realized how fucking stupid I was being.

But that doesn't mean you can't be annoyed. I get annoyed at my dad about how he changed some of his opinions about politics.

E.X. my step mom is an immigrant from Chile. It was because of her that my dad realized how difficult and stupid the immigration papers are. He now proclaims it's "unconstitutional." An opinion and political stance that many have had for years. The same one that he used to try to call bullshit on for years before.

Many right wings are called racists. My dad, again, being one that proves it true. My mother, however, doesn't give two shits about race. If you're a shit person, then you're a shit person. She also doesn't really care about sexualities. She's not your partner, she doesn't need to know fuck-shit about what happens in your bed.

And those are the opinions that I have grown to believe as well. Shit people are shit people regardless of race, ethics, or gender/sexuality/whatever, or even religion.

The thing that I think a lot of people misunderstand is that - having different thoughts and feelings about different topics shouldn't be the end all for everything.

I think drag queens are very sexual shows that kids shouldn't be involved in. HOWEVER, drag reading is ok, so long as that person is dressed appropriately to that of the environment around them. I also think their makeup is "too much," but I will never tell that person to take it off. If that is how they choose to present themselves, then so be it. *I* am not the target audience, MY OPINION means nothing to them.

Another thing some folks seem to have forgotten. "I think," "I believe," or even outright saying "in my OPINION" statements are not and never have been facts or universal truths. And I'm sick of people acting like they are. It is such a simple thing that is taught in middle school. It really shows who actually paid attention in school when we were learning about persuasive essays and informative essays. Or even if the lesson actually stuck with you. It did with me. And it's mostly because I noticed how much of what's said in the news is so opinionated than factual. Or even talking about facts.

Thanks for reading my dumbass 2 sense rant. This will hopefully be my one and only political bs rant on my page/rebolgs because we all can be screaming in each other's faces until we're blue, and nothing will change. Because we are all stubborn asses. In one way or another.

[theenemyod]

I'm fineee just fanfic writing to copeeee

Tw: self harm

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Alex locked his bedroom door behind him again, shutting out everything outside of the safe room. He could hear arguing downstairs, shouting and insults and yelling. He wanted to cover his ears and cry, but knew he was supposed to be stronger than that.

He felt wrong. Like he wasn't human, like he wasn't real.

Murdering a child simply for power wasn't a human thing to do.

And was the power even worth it? He tried it again, the chaos flicking in his palms as he tested out his new ability for the hundredth time.

He didn't feel human. Maybe he wasn't. Maybe he was just a monster. Something no one should love or feel sorry for.

After a few seconds he realised he was just blankly staring at the wall from his bed, and stood up quickly without any real intention. He tried to think of something to do, something to occupy his mind at least for a little bit.

He looked down. The nail polish on one of his fingers was coming off. Maybe he should fix that. Yeah. That's something.

He walked to the bathroom where he left the nail polish, and the rest of his makeup, his body shook.

The reflection he saw in the mirror felt like a far bigger surprise than it should've been. His hair was a mess, his skin was pale and he must've lost a lot of weight in the last few months. How had he not realised he was getting this bad?

Barely even thinking, he hit the mirror right in the centre. He didn't want to see his own face.

It immediately shattered, shards of glass entered his palm while other bits fell to the floor. Alex's breath shook, immediately trying to pull the glass out of his palm. Blood started to flow.

Alex somehow didn't feel panicked or anything by the sudden bleeding. Humans bleed. Monsters don't.

He put the smashed glass on the side of the sink, and started to run warm water on his hands to try to clean up the blood. It diluted the blood so it looked like there was more of it. Alex wasn't paying attention to that.

His eyes had fixated on the smashed glass. Master Joseph had taken away any sharp objects from Alex when he saw the cuts up his wrists. Even though Alex knew it was for the better, it was still frustrating.

Without even registering what he was doing, he picked up a larger piece. It cut open his hand as he picked it up.

Good.

He held it against his wrist, staring at his broken reflection in it before he pulled it across quickly. The blood quickly began to flow. It dripped onto the white tile floor, the red colour was bold against everything else. Tears started to form in his eyes, but he tried to force them back.

Another cut. He wasn't even thinking about it this time. The sharp pain made him gasp and drop the piece of glass into his arm. He couldn't force back the tears anymore and just let them stream down his face, muffling sobs and whimpers.

He pulled the glass out of his arm. Just one more. One more. One more cut.

He cut again. Far more blood than the other two came out, pooling on the floor. The pain was worse but better at the same time.

Monsters don't bleed.

After a few minutes the bleeding slowed down enough for him to take his wrist away from the sink. He stared at it for a moment then left the bathroom. There was a first aid kit in the kitchen.

Still shaking, he went there. It's on the top shelf, right where Alex needed a stool to get to it. He groaned quietly and checked in the dining room to see if everyone was still there. They'd all left, so Alex quickly grabbed a chair and dragged it into the kitchen.

He felt so weak, like a small child that can't reach anything yet. He climbed onto the chair and managed to grab the first aid kid down -- just a red plastic box with a handle his hand held tightly. He was still bleeding on everything.

Didn't he learn what he was supposed to do when someone's bleeding? He had a first aid lesson in school when he was eleven, maybe slightly younger. Apply pressure to the cuts.

He wrapped his uninjured hand in a kitchen towel and pressed down on the palm of the hand that was cut open by the glass. It was almost instantly stained with blood. Alex regretted using a white towel for this.

He took the towel away from his hand after about two minutes, and tried to clean the extra blood of his hand with tissues. It seemed to have stopped bleeding.

He repeated the same process with the cuts on his wrist, though they took far longer to stop bleeding.

The door swung open behind Alex. His eyes immediately darted to see who was there. Callum. Of course.

"What are you doing here?" Alex asked, removing the blood soaked towel from his arm without realising it.

"Was just looking for painkillers... Leg hurting again..." Call seemed to have no clue what to say. He could very clearly see Alex's cuts, and easily guess what he got them from.

Alex nodded, not in the mood to argue. "You do that."

"You have some... Some cuts on your arm?"

"I noticed." Alex said flatly, opening the red plastic box and throwing a small cardboard box of painkillers at Call.

"Did you..." Call trailed off.

"Did I what?" Alex looked him straight in the eyes.

"The cuts on your arm. Did you do that?"

"Shut the fuck up." Alex snapped. He knew what Call was asking the first time, just wanted to know if he'd have the courage to say it. Call shut his mouth, seeming more interesting on the box of painkillers now.

Alex paid no attention to Call, grabbing a few wipes from the first aid box and trying his best to clean his wounds with them. Call put the painkillers back after taking some and left awkwardly.

Once they were cleaned, Alex bandaged the cuts carefully. This would be hard to hide tomorrow. Gloves and long sleeves seemed like the best idea.

What was he doing, anyways?

Nail polish coming off. Right. He goes back to do that.

He sat on the cold bathroom floor, avoiding the blood pools and splatters, repainting his nails with black nail polish, trying to calm down.

Monsters don't bleed. Did that mean he wasn't a monster.

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Sorry for this shittttt. Tbh these things are one of the only things keeping me clean (and the fact that I would fucking die if I had to wear long sleeves in this heat). Probably going to make another one eventually. I am definitely targeting Alex with these things (because he has the same name as me idk).

[glapplebloom]

My 400th Revisit.... AND IT'S THIS EPISODE!!! (Source: RoundTrip)

So Celestia started her own Buckball Team for her School for Gifted Unicorns. So Twilight got Ponyville’s (and the entire Sport’s) greatest Buckball players to teach her School of Friendship in two weeks. Twilight also asks Rainbow Dash to help with the Cheer Squad but Rainbow Dash doesn’t really get what the Cheer Squad do. And the rest of the episode is her unenthusiastically trying to help the Cheer Squad.

Let’s start off with one thing people seem to misremember: Rainbow Dash teaches Fluttershy how to do a good cheer. And what does Rainbow Dash teach Fluttershy that makes her a good cheerer? Being loud. And that’s it. She wasn’t teaching Fluttershy to be a cheerleader, she was teaching her how to be a good audience member. Because cheering with a bunch of people you don’t know is a totally different experience than cheering with a routine.

With a crowd, you just have to hope for the best that they’re as much into it as you are. If you want to do a wave, you better hope the others are willing to participate. If you want to sing along with a wrestler’s theme song, you better hope the others are willing to participate. If you want to do a highly choreographed dance routine, being loud is not going to help you. All Dash knows about cheering is that the audience cheers when she does something awesome. Not that Cheerleaders help make said audience more interested.

And still, all the blame for this episode is on Rainbow Dash when Twilight Sparkle should get equal or more blame into this. She knew Dash doesn’t get Cheer Squad. She knew this was going to teach Dash a lesson. So she purposely set this entire thing up so Rainbow Dash can learn a lesson. Well, here’s some news people may not really grasp: if you put people who don’t have a passion or knowledge in a field, you’re not going to get good results.

A perfect example is Foodfight: the horrible CGI movie. There’s a story in this documentary about how a lady was assigned Lady X because she’s a girl and knows makeup. She doesn’t. She was hired to do texture work. Also doesn’t help that she was also doing things like making backgrounds and animation and storyboards. And look how well that movie turned out considering I’m pretty sure the rest of the animation team probably had similar stories. Or worse ones considering one of the stories.

Point is, if you hire someone who doesn’t have the passion for it or doesn’t know what they’re doing, this is just going to be painful for everyone involved. So let’s try positives: Snips being an Assistant Coach to try to push Buckball sales in Ponyville is a fun idea. So he has a strong investment in them doing well since if nobody is excited about the games nobody would buy the souvenirs.

Lighthoof and Shimmy Shake are fun new additions since they’re really into cheering. And they’re not total jerks about it like other fictional cheerleaders. Also, I can’t help but think of Round Trip’s joke with them. Yona is great since she’s a powerhouse who wants to make a pyramid and Ocellus is there because she wants to stand out, above the crowd, even if she has to shout out loud, except she shouts as loud as Fluttershy.

And then Smolder being in this team willingly is a nice treat. She pretends she isn’t interested but whenever Dash doesn’t her true feelings show up. And it's Smolder who finally pushes Dash to really put 120% into teaching the Cheer Squad. So while Dash is shown at her worst, Smolder is shown at her best. And the story ends with the Cheer Squad doing well and Dash realizing this was a lesson.

Again, a terrible episode because you’re seeing poor kids being dragged into a lesson to teach Rainbow Dash “you don't have to care about a thing other ponies like as long as you care about the ponies who like it”. A good lesson for accepting people liking things you don't, not a good lesson about forcing people to do things they’re not supposed to do. You can care for the people who like things you don’t. That doesn’t mean you should be forced to do a job you don’t care about. Or in this case, in charge of something you’re not passionate about. That’s how we got Foodfight. 

You want a good version of this episode that teaches this lesson? WordGirl: El Queso Mysterioso. WordGirl is dragged along to a Magic Convention while Dr. Two-Brains is dragged along to do the Henchmen’s Crimes since its Henchmen Appreciation Day. But he is slowly won over because they’re enjoying it so much he’s enjoying this, which gets WordGirl to start enjoying the Magic Convention instead of accidentally ruining it for people. No need to remind people about abusive teachers like when this first came out.

Click here to see the original review and how it fits in GLAB’s Canon. Or I can just tell you the cliff notes version: the rewrite focuses more on the Cheer Squad trying to do things on their own before asking Dash to help, who does so because she thinks they’ll ask AJ since she’s better at cheering. See, no need for the mess we saw or even for Dash to be involved poorly.

[the-pessimists-paradigm]

Into the Abyss

Chapter Three

(TW: depictions of vandalism, risky behavior, themes of rebellion. Reader discretion is advised.)

In my junior year, my misadventures with Aurora continued as tension escalated in her family life. Her mom started dating random men, as guys were brought home like a cat bringing a dead mouse to its owner. She described several of these stories to me daily, clutching my shoulders as she spoke exaggeratedly. We went from stealing wallets and skipping school to meeting older guys, (I never realized how bad that was until what happened to Aurora), which eventually put a stop to the fun-loving girl I once knew. One of these times remains fresh in my mind.

We were ditching class for the fourth time, walking through the plastered halls, makeup with fancy jeans. However, whenever we went out she would always glare at whatever guy chose to talk to me, tracing her fingers along my wrist, nails digging in as she smirked at them.

But instead of going out to a diner, or a park downtown, we stayed in. Her blue eyes were glittering with mischief, as she recited her plan, her usual smirk painted on her face with a slight blush. The leather purse had an extra weight to it, not simply due to drugs (Benadryl, cocaine, Percocets, and sometimes a cigarette or two), but an aerosol of black spray paint.

She had a motive that surprised me. The math teacher had failed her for speaking out about how stupid his lesson was. Fair, because when will I ever need to know calculus? I agreed with her in that class and called him a phony. Anyways, he failed her, her mom found out and was planning to kick her out her senior year. “I just can’t deal with her anymore, she criticizes me for questioning the curriculum, while she gets drugged and assaulted by old guys on the daily.” She stated when she saw me look down. “I hate this school, I hate the teachers, but you, Hannah, you’re like the only one I care about. And that’s why I’m doing this with you.” My smile softened, still a bit worried.

Her hand let go as she took the spray can out of her purse, clutching it until her hands turned slightly cherry. She signed an A, meant to look like a star. I put a heart with an H inside, as she bumped me with her hips, laughing. She tossed the can aside, running and dragging me by the wrist, chuckling. Until we felt the cold hands of security upon us.

The office was cold as the principal eyed us down with an unrelenting stare. Like many teens, we had a reason that they never believed, which prevented us from ever opening up again. Aurora couldn’t ask for a welfare check, because her mother would lie to the workers and neglect her even more. She yelled at that bitch. Holding my hand as she tried to tell him just how much he sucked, her subtle pink lips glowing in the afternoon light.

For once, I was glad that he had an office with a window. Thank god. Sunlight looked so good on her. But at the end of the day, he had made his decision, she was suspended for vandalism, while I just got a warning. The principal’s wide nose only amplified the humor in his pig-like face.

We left together, sighing as we stomped out, her eyeliner running as she held my arm. The frigid air punched us as we stepped outside, sitting on a bench nestled in the outskirts of a cafe. Everything but our hearts were cold that day, eyes averted. I got her a coffee as she shuddered in fear. Her deadbeat mother would be pissed, “I-I’m not scared of her, I promise.” She sobbed into my embrace, as I held her like it was the last time. “It’ll be okay, I’m sure. We can get jobs.” I replied, I hoped I was true, but I was mostly wrong, again. “What jobs can I get? Fast food? Hooters? Drug dealing? Oh, maybe I can follow my mother and become a wreck.” She laughed, frustrated.

One of those choices, however, cut off her life short. I wish I had discouraged her, or at least changed her way of thinking.

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Terrors of the Maison

BTS x Dreamcatcher

Chapter 1

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𓂋 maison (noun): French for house.

𓂋 pairings: vampire! BTS x witch! Dreamcatcher

𓂋 summary: One friend group composed of seven boys and seven girls have decided to go and try to give the infamous haunted mansion on the outskirts of Seoul a visit to see for themselves what the mansion and the said entities that lurks in the dark corners have that keeps the weak out and the brave never looking back. Only, it seems that a dark entity has decided to play with them.

𓂋 genre: mystery, horror, fantasy, some fluff, sorry attempt of angst, a little bit of comedy here and there

𓂋 warnings: none that I can think of... for now (every chapter will contain individual warnings)

If you ask her and just about everyone in the world, Minji is fairly certain that they share the same sentiments about Monday mornings—that it's one of the most dreaded parts of the day. Don't get her wrong, she will always be grateful for the blessing of being able to wake up and live for another day to see her family and friends but there's just something about Monday mornings that flicks her nerves in a not so good way. Fortunately, despite it being Monday, it is also the last day of the school year so this will be the last time she will be waking up early and dreading about the upcoming week full of lessons and training making her let out a relieved sigh. Pressing the snooze button of her trusted alarm clock perched on her pink bedside table, she sat up in bed, lightly rubbing her eyes still quite drowsy from sleep before getting up and heading to her en suite bathroom to take a quick warm shower.

After her shower, she immediately went to her walk in closet and wore her school uniform which consist of a plain white blouse, royal blue blazer with the logo of their school on the left chest and a necktie of the same color for the top paired with some plaid royal blue skirt which stops a few inches above her knees, some knee-length white socks and a pair of combat boots.

Walking towards her vanity table where her numerous beauty products are kept neatly lined up, she begins applying on her makeup. Deciding to settle for a simple but bold look with a thin layer of foundation, concealer, a dark layer of eyeliner and some neutral toned lipstick.

Looking at the clock hung on the wall after placing her empty breakfast plate on the sink and Minji realizes that she has about an hour left before class starts. After a while, she decides to leave early since it is the last day of the school year and she vaguely remembers their friend, Gahyeon, asking her and the others to come early as she has something exciting to share.

Upon arriving at their school, Minji immediately spotted her friends:  Bora, Siyeon, Handong, and Yubin huddled near the entrance, laughing among themselves with the other students walking and goofing around with their friends. Walking towards them, Minji was able to hear a snippet of their conversation—something about what one of their professors said during class.

"Good morning, where are the others?" Minji smiled hugging each one of them, giggling when Bora squeezes her lightly and starts shaking her.

"Jin dragged Yoohyeon to the cafeteria, something about Yoohyeon accidentally sleeping in so they weren't able to properly eat breakfast. The other boys, I don't know they must be around here somewhere being a bunch of boys as usual and we haven't seen Gahyeon yet, must be running late." Handong shrugged as Bora pulled away from Minji but still clung to her arm. Minji gave a small nod and was about to say something when they heard shouting from behind them. (A/N: Just imagine the boys' uniform to be similar to their uniforms on RUN BTS ep. 112)

Turning towards the noise, they saw the youngest member of their friend group running towards them with the others behind her. Minji immediately put a foot behind her when the youngest threw herself at her as to prevent them both from falling over backwards.

" Are you okay?" Bora laughed watching as the youngest pant while leaning her body against Minji to which the girl just nod her head still trying to catch her breath as the others greets them.

" Good, we're all here. So, do you guys remember that one abandoned mansion about 5 or 6 kilometers from here? The one that's rumored to be haunted? I thought that since we won't be doing much this summer, I thought why not try to visit and explore haunted places, starting from that mansion as part of our summer adventure. I mean, Jin and Yoohyeon unnie doesn't have to fly to the U.K this summer and Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi, and Taehyung have no plans to travel home, so as Handong unnie so we're all just gonna be here this summer so why not, right?" Gahyeon grinned after a while as she looks at her friends, eyes bright with anticipation.

" So you basically want us to play ghost busters this summer?" Yoohyeon questions as she munches from the small packet of cookies that belongs to Jungkook in one hand while holding a cup of what seems to be iced latte on another.

" Well... not really since we're not really gonna be catching ghosts, more of like explorers. We'll enter the mansion, look around, try to see if there really are ghosts in the mansion, record what happens inside, see if we can find anything then leave." Everyone looks at each other in uncertainty at the maknae's words.

" And IF we catch something in the recording, what are you planning to do?" Taehyung raised an eyebrow, somehow not liking where the conversation is going.

" Well.... I was thinking that we could go back and try to communicate with them." Gahyeon smiled sheepishly, head tilted to the side making the others groan and roll their eyes at her words.

" You just said we're not going to be playing ghost busters." Siyeon deadpans making Gahyeon pout at her.

" We're not, we're just gonna be testing out our abilities." If you're wondering, Minji and her friends are all creatures of the night—creatures that will most likely either give children and adults alike nightmares or fascinate them.

Minji and her six other female friends were born and raised as witches while their male friends are born vampires. Contrary to popular belief, vampire couples can actually conceive. Based from folktales, one good explanation for that is that centuries ago, the Great Elders or the ones who holds the highest power in any coven made a deal with the divine ancestors of the magic manipulators, blessing them with a spell enabling chosen female vampires to conceive in exchange for their sworn words of not ever raising rebellion against the human world thus resulting to how the world is now—powerful mythical creatures living alongside blissfully unaware humans.

" Are we even allowed to do that? Are we even allowed to enter the property? I don't wanna get expelled nor go to jail for trespassing, Gahyeon." Hoseok looks at Gahyeon while the young one, thinking she's finally gonna have someone on her side, nods her head in excitement.

"Don't worry, the place is completely abandoned and the people who already went there to explore the mansion themselves have said that no one even guards or takes care of the property so the owners must've already completely abandoned the mansion."

" Who wouldn't, with all the rumors about the ghosts and other horror stories that circulates that mansion, I bet the owners doesn't have any plans to even renovate the place anymore, no one would want to buy more so stay there." Yoongi scoffed as he leans his body against Handong who seems unbothered by the man's weight.

" And that's what makes it more exciting. Please, let's go there this summer. Minji unnie, tell them we'll go this summer." Gahyeon turned towards the eldest female in their group pouting at her while the woman only looked at her, scratching her nape in uncertainty.

"You know I can't do that. I can't decide for them but we'll think about it, okay?" Minji smiled to appease the youngest as Gahyeon blew a raspberry before nodding her head lightly, deciding to let the topic drop for now.

"Okay, that's enough chitchat, we're gonna be late for class. I don't want to get an earful early in the morning and on the last day of class." Jin clapped his hand indicating that they start walking to class, laying his hand on Minji's lower back to usher her towards the entrance as the others follows behind.

After their classes, the group has decided to go at their usual hangout place—a small secluded cafe that's on the suburbs of Seoul that's closest to the school, they have been going to the said cafe for so long already that the staff already memorized their usual orders. After the boys collected their orders they went to where the girls are already seated, a table on the corner of the cafe where only a few people usually sits, giving them the right amount of privacy they need.

"You guys should really think about my offer though. Just think about it, we'll finally know if the infamous mansion really is haunted just like how many people claim it to be. Besides, it will be a fun experience, we'll all be there." Gahyeon started as Hoseok lets out an exasperated sigh not liking the mere idea of haunted houses.

" And if it really is haunted? What will happen to us while inside? I don't wanna have a heart attack and pass away in the middle of a haunted house, Gahyeon." Hoseok deadpans while the rest chuckles at his words.

" Oh come on, don't be such a wimp. Technically, you're already dead and immortal so you can't die for a second time also we've tried countless horror houses before and look at you, you're still here kicking." Rolling her eyes, Gahyeon turns to her right, looking expectantly at Jin who's sitting at the end of the long table, casually sipping from his cup of coffee causing him to choke and fumble over his words at the sudden attention.

"Jin, convince them. Tell them it'll be fun!"

"Gahyeon, you know I can't do that. We can't force people to go and do things that they don't wanna do. Besides, I strongly believe that that is a very bad idea, and it's especially risky for me.  I don't want any ghost to fall in love with me after seeing my handsome face then follow me home, I'm worldwide handsome, you know?" Everyone looks at Jin, some letting out a small scoff as he bursts into his famous windshield wiper laugh while the others could just shake their head at the eldest male.

"If you don't wanna go then fine, I'll go alone but if I find evidence of ghosts really lurking on that mansion and I become famous for that discovery don't say I didn't invite you." Gahyeon trains her face to look sad while she turns to look down on her food as silence envelopes the table as the others turns to look at each other, uncertainty in their eyes before they all just shrugged deciding to let the issue drop and turned to their food, making jokes here and there.

" Yoohyeon unnie~" Turning towards the girl who's sitting on Jin's right. Gahyeon, after a short while of waiting for the others to agree to come with her, looks at the tallest female with a pout making the said girl shut her eyes tight and let out a sigh in defeat.

"Alright, I'll go with you." Everyone turns to look at Yoohyeon in incredulous as Gahyeon burst into a bright smile fully knowing that with Yoohyeon coming, everyone will eventually get baited into agreeing to come also.

"Are you fucking serious? Are you out of your mind? Are you that sleep deprived?!" Jin looks at the girl in exasperation, completely taken off guard by the girl's response while everyone else just stared at the two.

"Well she really wants to go and see and we–I can't just let her go on her own knowing how much of a scared y-cat she can be. Also, as what Gahyeon said, it will be a fun experience." Yoohyeon shrugged as she stares back at Jin in innocence making the eldest close his eyes in defeat after a while.

" I'll go too."

" What?!" Hoseok turns to the owner of the voice as the golden maknae only shrugged his shoulders, casually leaning back on his seat while Hoseok continues to look at him, eyes wide.

" Well I can't just let them go alone. We never know what might happen while they're in there, it's better to be sure."

" Jungkook does have a point and Gahyeon's my girl so I think it's just right that I go too even though I fucking hate this entire idea to the core of my entire being. Jungkook can't guide or help the both of them alone." Taehyung spoke as Gahyeon threw her arms around his neck in excitement making the latter groan, rolling his eyes before turning towards the others who are just watching the whole scene unfold.

"I can't believe I'm saying this but count us in..." Jin sighs as he threw Yoohyeon a dirty look to which she pursed her lips to while avoiding eye contact.

" You too?! What is going on? Why are you guys suddenly agreeing to enter that haunted place?" Hoseok looks at the people around the table in disbelief.

" Well you don't expect me to just let my little sister go on her own, do you? If something bad happens to her, our parents will have my head. Also, Minji wants to try and visit the place so it's more of like hitting two birds with one stone. "

" Well now there's six of us going, any more? You should speak up now so we can start discussing plans. " Gahyeon grinned as she looks at the rest who haven't made up their mind yet in anticipation.

" Fine, we'll go too. I guess it'll be a fun experience, right?" Handong pipes up after a short period of silence, looking at everyone else on the table, lips pulled into an uneasy smile.

" Us too." Siyeon and Yubin smiled making Gahyeon grin at them as Jimin and Namjoon, whom are sat beside the two could only scratch their head, throwing a nervous glance at each other.

" Well, I don't wanna get left alone while everyone's out so Hobi and I will go too!" Bora raised her hand, excitement clear in her eyes as Hoseok looks at her, eyes wide in horror.

"What do you mean "we"? Woman, there is no fucking "WE" when I didn't even agree to go." Bora sharply looks at the man beside her, squinting her eyes making him let out a low sound that greatly sounds like a whine before dropping his head low in defeat.

"Fine, we'll go but as soon as a single sign of something bad happening shows we're gonna rush out of that damn mansion, no questions asked." Hoseok pointedly looks at everyone at the table before his eyes settles on the mastermind of the whole plan, letting her know he's serious with his words.

" I promise. As soon as something bad happens, we're getting out of there, no questions asked." Gahyeon puts her right hand up as an indication that she's sincere with her words, Hoseok nodding his head in defeat.

" Okay, let's discuss the details later, let's eat for now." Namjoon intercepts as he encourages everyone to temporarily drop the subject and ushers them to continue eating.

Hello! So just so you guys know, we'll disregard honorifics for each other or to the opposite gender aside from girls calling the girls "unnie"and boys to boys "hyung." Also, English is not my first language so there may be errors. Anyway, share your thoughts, it'll really help me with the writing

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Drag is for adults. It does not belong in schools

New York is showering taxpayer funds on a group that sends drag queens into city schools — often without parental knowledge or consent — even as parents in other states protest increasingly aggressive efforts to expose kids to gender-bending performers.

Last month alone, Drag Story Hour NYC — a nonprofit whose outrageously cross-dressed performers interact with kids as young as 3 — earned $46,000 from city contracts for appearances at public schools, street festivals, and libraries, city records show. 

Since January, the group has organized 49 drag programs in 34 public elementary, middle, and high schools, it boasted on its website, with appearances in all five boroughs. 

“I can’t believe this. I am shocked,” said public school mom and state Assembly candidate Helen Qiu, whose 11-year-old son attends a Manhattan middle school. “I would be furious if he was exposed without my consent. This is not part of the curriculum.”

Since 2018, the group — previously known as Drag Queen Story Hour NYC, before changing its name early this year — has received a total of $207,000 in taxpayer cash.

The tally includes $50,000 from New York State through its Council on the Arts, along with $157,000 from the city’s Departments of Education, Cultural Affairs, Youth and Community Development, and even the Department of Transportation, city data shows.

“I am considering pulling funding to any school in my district that is implementing Drag Queen Story Hour,” said City Council member Vickie Paladino (R-Queens). “We are taking hundreds of thousands of dollars out of the pockets of hardworking New York taxpayers … to fund a program teaching little children about their gender fluidity? Not. On. My. Watch.”

Most of the money was allocated by city council members from their discretionary budgets, who set aside $80,000 for the group in the current fiscal year — more than tripling the $25,000 earmarked in 2020.

Drag queen story hours for children have been featured at public library branches throughout the city since 2017, with upcoming events scheduled at Manhattan’s Epiphany Library and the Woodside Public Library in Queens, among others.

Cross-dressed performers typically read aloud from a list of books that teach acceptance and inclusion, including children’s classics like “Where the Wild Things Are” and “The Rainbow Fish” — and some that overtly celebrate gender fluidity, like “The Hips on the Drag Queen Go Swish, Swish, Swish.”

But the expansion into city schools has brought new features to the program, its social media posts reveal.

In April, the elaborately coiffed Harmonica Sunbeam wore a slinky gown to meet with kindergarteners at STAR Academy in Manhattan and color pages from “The Dragtivity Book,” which encourages kids to choose their pronouns and invent drag names.

Bella Noche wore a scanty mermaid-like bra getup to travel with 2nd graders from Manhattan’s PS 34 on a May field trip, and Flame taught middle schoolers “of all genders” how to apply drag eye makeup at MS 88 in Park Slope.

Some of the school-related posts disappeared from the Internet Friday, less than an hour after The Post called Drag Story Hour NYC for comment.

In one deleted photo, a performer known as Professor Lionel Longlegs wore a t-shirt emblazoned with the message “I Don’t Want to Look or Be Cis” before an audience of primary-grade kids in the library of PS 191 on the Upper West Side.

Some city parents welcomed the idea of drag-queen visits to school.

“I’m glad to see all types of people included in what students are exposed to and learn in class,” said Kristen Williams, 40, whose 11-year-old daughter attends an East Village middle school.

But Storm Neverson, 26, had reservations about her 9- and 6-year-old girls’ exposure to the program at STAR Academy. 

“If they were in junior high school or middle school, I would be okay with that because I feel like they would have a little bit more understanding,” Neverson said. “At this time, the kids were just a little too young.”

STAR Academy parents were told of the in-school drag session ahead of time, Neverson said — but could not opt their kids out of it.

“It was mostly just like a heads up, you know, like, ’Hey, this event is coming up. We’re gonna have these people come in.’ And that was that,” she said.

But at other schools, parents had no idea.

“I didn’t get any notice,” complained Reese Harrington, a parent at PS 191. “My daughter actually came home and told me that a drag queen came to the school … I feel like it would have been better for that conversation to happen at home.”

Last week, angry Texas parents protested outside a “Drag the Kids to Pride” event — billed as “a family friendly drag show” — at a North Dallas gay bar called Mister Misster, where children tipped drag queens with dollar bills as they shimmied and sashayed.

The “Libs of TikTok” Twitter account was banned Thursday for posting a series of tweets spotlighting additional drag shows for kids.

Dr. Elana Fishbein, founder and president of the conservative group No Left Turn in Education, slammed the city’s in-school drag appearances as “a flagrant disregard for the real needs of the students.”

“Exposing children to drag queens in school is none other than an abuse of authority for the purpose of sexualizing children,” Fishbein said.

The DOE did not respond specifically to questions about parental notification, and refused to say whether the drag queens must pass background checks — but defended the program as “life saving.”

“Last year, 50 transgender or gender-nonconforming people were killed in the United States due to their identity,” spokeswoman Suzan Sumer said. “We believe our schools play a critical role in helping young people learn about and respect people who may be different from them.”

Additional reporting by Maddie Panzer