#It’s always the ela teachers too

[imsaunteringvaguelydownwards]

Tfw when the teacher’s get to know you questions are getting a littleeeee too personal, is this a mental health screening or getting to know me pick one.

[gorefreaklintjrwi]

im that rat guy in my class, i keep those freakin rats

[karatekels]

not a question, but: it’s super cool that you wanna go into teaching on the ELA side of things! i wanna teach high school/college mathematics so i’m with you on the fact that teaching others is such a fun calling — captaining my high school mathlete kiddos has been so fun and i’m glad to see others enjoy teaching too :-)

(also, i’m gonna TRY and watch vampires this week. it is halloween after all!)

Thank you so much! Learning depends so much on your teacher, and having one that cares is so important (even if it does lead to some stress on my part). WE WILL SHAPE THE MINDS OF THE YOUTH! 😤

...omg let us know what you think! I would schedule a group rewatch but the only day that works for me is Halloween itself and I presume other people have more of a life than I do.

He's so wonderful and (as always) criminally underused in that movie 😍

[ry3breadl0rd]

my take on the 7 at school

percy: he’s that one guy whose always got snacks, and shares with his friends. you never see him do any work, but he’s somehow passing?? he’s best friends with one teacher, and all the other ones hate him, because this guy has the worst luck you’ve ever seen. it’s never his fault, he is literally the definition of wrong place at the wrong time. he’s also freakishly good at one subject

hazel: chill with everyone. everyone likes her, even some of the most closed off, quiet people in the class will start a conversation with her. she’s really good at history, and knows a lot of random fun facts. all the teachers like her, and she’s usually the one to do a task for a teacher if it’s needed. she’s got a mouth on her, but nobody believes it, even if they’ve all heard it

frank: ela teachers best friend. he’s really shy, and doesn’t really branch out from his group of friends, but he doesn’t mind it. everyone wants him on their team in pe, he’s a beast. he likes to draw, and does it a lot in class. i feel like he’d take every art class he could.

leo: he is a class clown, and he gets away with it. even the most strict teachers come around to his antics. hes straight a student, and if people realized how smart he was, they’d be begging to cheat off of him. people either love him or hate him, depending on their mood, because his energy never changes. he’s the kind of guy who’d be able to convince the teacher for an extension when nobody else could. nobody knows how he does it

annabeth: the teachers hate her. she’s a straight a student, but she doesn’t try. you’ve never seen her actually take notes, or pay attention to the lesson, but she knows the material. most people like her, but hate how she always messes up the curve. if someone needs answers, she’s the first person they ask, and she gives away her answers too, which is why the teachers hate her. she’s friendly with most people, and always has a book recommendation, which is weird considering she’s dyslexic, but i feel like she’d just read more just out of spite.

jason: bless his heart he’s so nice, but he is a stickler for the rules. he’s the guy who would remind the teacher about homework, but it’s always a complete accident. some people hate his guts, but most people don’t mind how he does it. if you ask to copy off of him, he’d let you, but he’d also make you study with him to make sure you actually know the material. he’s also totally on student council.

piper: the rumors about her are brutal. she’s always at the center of the drama, no matter how much she’d rather not be. she loves english, and is good at it too. she’s the type of girl to take the new kid under her wing, no matter who they are. she dominates in pe, and looks fabulous while doing it. she hates all the people who try to get buddy-buddy with her because of her dad, and she can always sniff them out

[sleepysnk]

a/n: this is a repost because idk what was going on earlier, but anyway, this is my first time writing for baji so i’m sorry if it’s a little ooc 😭. i hope you all enjoy! <3

pairings: baji keisuke x fem!reader

warnings: baji is somewhat ooc, mentions of high school but they’re both adults now, insecurity, jealousy, possessive behavior if you squint, mentions of food, some angst, tooth rotting fluff.

never again ft. baji keisuke

Baji Keisuke had to be one of the most stubborn men you had ever encountered. 

Even through his stubbornness, you still found yourself falling in love with him. 

You and Baji had been together for almost six months. You had known the man since you were both children. He grew up down the block from you and you always admired the boy whenever he would ride his bike down the street, or run away from the other kids that lived on the other street. He never really noticed you. You were kind of intimidated by him, and he was completely unaware of your existence. It bummed you out, because you knew you could probably never stop liking him. He was such a cutie. 

Well, all of that changed when you and Baji had the same class together in high school. 

He was failing the class, more specifically, ELA. You were a pretty good student and very good at the subject. Your teachers often praised you with their feedback over your essays, and it gained you a spot as a tutor at your school. You were excited to begin such a position. There was something about helping people that made your heart feel good, but what you weren’t expecting was Baji showing up one afternoon.

He explained to you that he was failing the same class you both took. His own mother had practically forced him into tutoring. You were shocked by that. Many parents often pushed their kids into it because they didn’t have much hope left. The semester was also coming to a close and you knew that he was desperate to pass the class with a good grade. You threw all of those old feelings aside, and eventually helped him get a passing grade. 

It was funny, but those familiar feelings never seemed to fade. Seeing his face everyday drove you crazy and you just couldn’t help yourself. 

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months. Baji had never stopped hanging out with you, and eventually, you had confessed to him about everything. You were pretty scared to see such a reaction, but Baji reciprocated. He feared telling you because he wasn’t sure if you felt the same way, but he was more than happy to hear that you wanted to be in a relationship with him. He made many promises to you to keep you safe and he’d treat you better than anyone else. It flattered you, really. You didn’t think you’d see such a side of him, but you couldn’t complain. 

However, Baji had flaws. You had them too and flaws were okay! No human being was perfect, but his were kind of frustrating at times.

Baji was stubborn, and his communication skills were absolute shit. He struggled to come to you about things that bothered him, and he often just brushed them off because he didn’t know how to explain his emotions. Sometimes he could be all over the place, so he usually just kept his mouth shut until you came and spoke with him. You didn’t mind it, no, but it was hard to know when he was upset and for what reasons. Baji could be very confusing sometimes and you found it difficult to read him at times. 

Like many times before, you found yourself in the same situation again. Baji had been acting quite weird the past few days. He was sort of more closed off and he kept conversation short. It honestly worried you, because you didn’t like when your boyfriend would completely shut down about certain things. The worst fear you had was that he’d just break up with you and call it a day. 

You weren’t sure what had happened. You cared for Baji deeply and the last thing you’d want is to upset your boyfriend. He meant the world to you and you weren’t about to throw away your relationship. 

You were standing outside of Baji’s house. In your left hand, you held a container of Baji’s favorite food. Yakisoba. He practically foamed at the mouth whenever he got his hands on some. It was adorable whenever he’d take you out and you’d both have some to eat. He always took some home because he wanted to eat it for dinner. You decided to make your own, because you wanted to make it up to him. You were praying that he’d finally open up to you about what was bothering him. 

You lifted your hand to knock on the door. For a few moments, it was silent and you were wondering if the man was even home. Those thoughts diminished when you heard shuffling coming from the other side. 

You couldn’t lie, you were a bit nervous. Part of you worried that Baji would be annoyed at your presence, considering he hadn’t spoken much with you these past few days. Though, you reminded yourself that he was your boyfriend. If he wanted to be an asshole, you had every right to get up and leave him whenever you wanted. You wouldn’t put up with a man screaming in your face over nothing. You loved Baji more than anything, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to be treated like shit if that’s what he wanted to do with your relationship.

The door unlocked, then swung open suddenly. You were faced with your boyfriend who seemed kind of messy. His dark hair was tangled just a bit and his clothes seemed like pajamas. It was funny, but you didn’t mind at all. “Oh.. hey, (Y/N).” he seemed a bit down in the dumps if you were being honest. His whole demeanor changed the moment you showed up at his front door. 

You looked down at the floor, then up at him. You clutched the food that was still warm in your hands. “Baji, can we please talk?” you said, chewing on your cheek. “I know something is bothering you and I just want to know what it is.” 

Baji stared at you for a few seconds. He seemed like he was searching for what he wanted to say, but he then moved out of the doorway so you could enter his home. “Come on in..” he motioned for you to come inside with his hand.

A small smile had written itself into your features. You stepped inside of his familiar home that you had been in many times. Baji nodded his head towards his bedroom. It didn’t seem like anyone else was home. You half expected to see his mother in the kitchen cooking something, or drinking some tea but she wasn’t there. You assumed she was at work, but that wasn’t your biggest concern at the moment. You wanted to just figure out what the hell was going on with your boyfriend. It was driving you crazy not knowing what was going on with him. 

Once inside of his room, Baji turned around to face you. The sunlight that had flooded the room gave a small glow to the bedroom. He looked kind of pretty. Although, he still had that same straight expression on his face. It sort of bothered you, but you wanted to talk about what had been going on. 

You shut the door behind you, letting that uncomfortable silence surround you. You placed the container of yakisoba you had made on the small desk beside Baji’s bedroom door. “Baji.. what’s going on? I’m really confused. You’ve been acting strange and I don’t like it at all.” you started, crossing your arms over your chest. 

There was a sudden shift in his expression. He seemed hesitant to respond. It was almost like he was searching for a way to reply to you. “It’s nothing.. I’m sure it’s not important, (Y/N),” he replied, looking down at the floor. 

That response didn’t satisfy you. You knew damn well that it wasn’t just “nothing.” You weren’t an idiot and you wanted him to tell you what the hell was the issue. You knew Baji like the back of your hand and you knew full well when he wasn’t acting right. He was a horrible liar too. “Baji, no, I’m not taking that as an answer. Just tell me what’s wrong! I’m not gonna judge you!” you exclaimed, walking closer to your boyfriend. 

The dark haired male stared at you for a brief moment. His heart began to quicken inside of his chest. He didn’t want to sound like an immature idiot and make you afraid of him, but he did have a small issue. He just didn’t know how to express it. 

Baji let out a sigh. He then plopped down on his bed that was against the wall. You watched curiously as he crossed his legs and stared at the floor. He seemed to be avoiding the gaze you had set upon him. “Do you remember when we hung out that one day..? With Draken and the others..?” he asked, still keeping his eyes fixated on the ground. 

Your mind vaguely recalled the day you and his friends had all gone out to go bowling. You enjoyed meeting and hanging out with Baji’s friends, because they were truly a delight to hang out with. However, you were confused by what he meant. “Yeah.. I do. What about it?” you questioned, knitting your eyebrows. 

He went quiet for a few seconds. Baji was sort of nervous to say what he had felt, but he knew his treatment towards you was unfair. You were his girlfriend. You shouldn’t be ignored and ghosted for something like that. “I just.. I just disliked the way Draken stared at you when we were at the table. When you walked away, he called you pretty and I didn’t like that. You’re my girl!” he said. “And I-I don’t want to scare you.. and believe me, you’re gorgeous! I just.. I don’t want to hear it coming from him.” 

Your eyes grew wide from his explanation. You hadn’t seen Baji act so distressed over something like this. Usually, he would give guys a glare when they stared at you for too long, but you weren’t expecting him to act like this. 

You also knew exactly what he was talking about. Draken had been quite friendly from the moment he had seen you, but you missed the way he stared at you. You really didn’t think too much since you had heard Mikey’s sister Emma was into him, so you assumed they had something going on. However, you could tell that the situation had made Baji insecure. He was a good boyfriend to you, and you loved him more than life itself. You didn’t want him getting any bad ideas, so you figured you’d reassure him the best you could.

You walked towards your boyfriend, cupping his cheeks with your hands. You lifted his head to make sure he was looking at you. “Baji..” you began, brushing the strands of black hair away from his eyes. “I don’t ever want you feeling like you’ll scare me or hurt me with what’s bothering you. It’s okay to get jealous sometimes.. but I want you to know you mean the world to me. I chose you for a reason, and I’d never leave you for someone else.” 

His eyes grew wide, and his cheeks warmed from your words. He was worried that you’d be turned off by his behavior. He felt kind of bad knowing he treated you poorly out of his own insecurity, but your words soothed any worries he had. “I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to push you away. I promise I’ll do better next time..” he said, placing his hands on top of the ones that were touching his cheeks. 

You smiled at him, feeling those bad thoughts you had disappeared. You were thankful that he was willing to talk to you and be more open with your relationship. “It’s okay.. I get it, but you can always talk to me! I’m always gonna listen, baby.” you said, kissing his head. “You’re the man I’ll always want at the end of the day.” 

Baji then reached forward and wrapped his arms around your torso. He buried his head in your stomach, inhaling your scent. He felt a small smile creep up on his features when he had you in his embrace. You were his girl. He never imagined he’d get so lucky with you. “I love you, princess..” he muttered, squeezing your body tightly.

You smiled. "I love you too, baby."

[1mlostnow]

“This teacher is so weird and awkward, they’re mean too…literally no one likes them”

SHUT UPPPPP she gave me a home. Go fuck yrself. She let me wait in her classroom after school before I went to GSA because it was always really loud in the beginning. She was the first to inform me of any trans-related news. When I first described my situation to her, she was silent, and just gave me a hug.

My history teacher taught me how to be assertive and how to be a good man. He gave me good feedback on how to improve. He trusted me because he said ‘you’re a good kid’ which doesn’t sound like much but ultimately that’s awesome. He actually inspired me to start writing poetry :3

My band director gave me a home away from home for four years. The entire time, he’s the first one I’d go to for anything. I literally sobbed my eyes out in that office multiple times. Fav.

My ELA teacher gave me an escape. I could be myself and be free and accommodate myself. She let me sit down if I was having trouble with my legs or back. She let me draw and write while we did the lesson. That was my favorite class. I took naps on the couch in her classroom during my study halls when I first started struggling with sleep.

My civics teacher let me grow and thrive in ways I didn’t know i could. He pushed me and encouraged me every step of the way. I cut out the notes he made on one of my tests and taped it to my wall because it means the world to me.

My science teacher let me be free. He always encouraged me, gave positive feedback, gave compliments on my work, and at the end of the year we had a conversation that genuinely changed my life :)

More teacher appreciation. Stop calling them awful things because they told you to stop talking. They literally changed my life. Shut up.

[astraule]

"Keep Your Promise"

Pairing: Dean x Reader Song: Wondering Why- The Red Clay Strays TW: Angst and a spicy scene. Y/N: She/Her teacher reader. Word Count: 796 Summary: You and Dean sit down with each other, remembering the journey of both of your paths and taking a drive down memory lane to when you two were a couple. You bring up how he was your first boyfriend, and he mentions that he has changed from the person you knew. As your conversation goes deeper and further into more memories, you ask him if it's okay with him for you to stay in contact.

Y/N POV: (Classroom)

I declared to my 10th grade ELA class, "today we are going to do a literary analysis of The Great Gatsby." Due to my youthful appearance, many people thought I was a student, even though I am a first-year teacher.

I was just about to continue with my elaboration when. The principal of the school walked in and mentioned, “Ms. L/N may I speak with you outside for just one minute?” I turned to my students and said, "Stay in your seats; I will be right back," as I exited the classroom.

(High School Hallway)

"Was there something you needed, Mrs. Kraatz?" I asked, turning to the man standing beside her. "I'd like you to meet coach Roth, who's filling in for our regular coach." There was something off about the man, and then it hit me… my high school ex, Dean Winchester. The look on his face told me he remembered me, too.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Roth," I said, cocking an eyebrow. The principal continued, "I'd like you to give him a tour of the school before his gym class. I'll sort out someone to cover your classes." Then she was gone. "Y/N…" Dean started, but I cut over him, "Not here," I said, walking away from him toward the teacher's lounge.

(Teacher’s Lounge)

"What brings you here, really?" I asked, placing a bottle of water on the table before him and taking a seat. He let out a deep breath, a hint of regret crossing over his features. "That's a bit of a secret," he said. "I didn't mean to pry," I said softly.

"Look, be real, you are not back here because you actually wish to coach at this sleazy school. It was just as terrible when we were students. So, what is driving your enthusiasm to return?" I pressed, until he finally cracked. "What happened with those two girls, me and Sammy are here investigating.”

"Oh yeah, Taylor…", I replied with my head turned away. "But let's just forget that for the time being, I want to talk about us… about back then." He might have as well speared me with his words; I felt my heart shatter again.

3rd POV: (Flashback, 11 Years Ago)

As Y/N flung open the door to the janitor's broom closet, her and Dean's usual secret spot, a sinking feeling in her heart came at the very scene sitting before her. There he was, Dean, her boyfriend who had always proclaimed his love for her, making out with her best friend.

Y/N POV: (Present Time)

"I… really don't think we should-" I started, but Dean interrupted me. "No, we do need to talk about this. I wasn't good to you," he said with a firm tone to his voice. "Dean, we were just kids then," I returned, exhaling loudly as memories then hit me. "You were my first boyfriend, and I was just a dumb girl. We all made our share of mistakes.”

"Y/N, I've never really had a great life… you were the highlight, the one thing I always looked forward to." He took my hand softly. "You've changed… I don't remember you being this sappy." I raised an eyebrow at him. "Living with death every day has taught me; I don't want to miss the minor things anymore." He let out a sigh, massaging the bridge of his nose.

"You've faced quite a bit, haven't you?" I said, my head cocked slightly as I tried to catch his gaze. "You probably wouldn't believe half of it," he replied finally, locking eyes with me.

The next thing I knew, I was sitting on the lounge table, and Dean was standing right between my legs. "You have no idea how much I've longed for you," he whispered, placing soft kisses down my neck. "Do you still think of me from time to time?" I asked, my breath catching in my throat.

"Always," he said, tugging my shirt off and making me burst out laughing. "Wow, you're really into me now-" I started to tease until he kissed the words right from my mouth.

Dean POV: (Y/N’s Classroom Door)

"Make sure to keep in touch this time, Dean," Y/N said, putting her number into my phone. "Absolutely, sweetheart. Can't afford to lose you again," I said before lowering and capturing her lips just as Sam appeared beside me. "What did you find out, Dean?" he asked.

Y/N looked up from my phone and into his eyes. "Little Sammy!" Her face lit up with joy as she opened her arms and wrapped them around him, and I couldn't help the smile that grew on my face as I remembered how close Y/N and Sam had been when we were younger. "He's not little anymore; he's a freakin' giant now," I said as I placed a hand on Sam's shoulder; he blushed at this, clearly a little embarrassed.

I only wish I could give more detail about that steamy scene, but quite frankly, I'm at a loss whenever it comes to writing an intimate moment. Anyone who could give tips on how to write those kinds of scenes would be greatly appreciated.

[mirconreadzztuff22]

Hockey Kid/Modern!Gem

a/n; I’m not even sure wtf this is supposed to be, headcannons?? blurbs?? droubles?? who tf knows- JUST KNOW THIS IE INSPIRED BY CEO!/MODERN SEV (series by my bestie @archangeldyke-all <33 check them out heheh) ANYWAY ENJOY AHHAHA

Much like her cannon self, Gem is very active and very much an outdoor kinda person.

Before she entered a hockey club/activity for after school, Sevika always had to drag Gem away from Dorthy so both the little shits could get some rest after being out all day and doing god knows what.

Again, as in cannon, she prefers Gem rather than her actual name because of her biological parents.

Sevika always calls Gem, yknow, Gem. But if Gem is in big trouble or she’s in deep shit, all Sevika needs to do is call ‘Emerald’ and Gem is already there, quaking in her boots.

In class, most of the teachers call Gem by the name she wants, well, other than a few (Gem has beef with her other teachers due to her porta potty mouth)

When it comes to anything sports related, Gem, like most kids, can get really competitive and loves to shit-talk, even in front of the people she’s talking about.

During hockey games if someone is being stupid or just being a jerk, Gem has a tendency of cursing and flipping people off (often being sent to the bench because of this) but otherwise, she’s one of the greatest hockey players in her grade.

After those games and Sevika or Jinx comes to pick Gem up after school; Gem loves to spill all the drama from the games, sometimes even getting a last word with a kid across the building before hopping into the car.

“Yeah we were gonna win if it wasn’t for that-“ rolling down the window and sticking her head out “DUMBASS WHO KEPT GETTING IN THE FUCKINGGG WAYYYYYYY!” Closing the window as fast as she can

Any day she can, Gem is always trying to spend time with Dorothy, even if they were in the same classes just that day. Sure, Gem has other friends, but Dorthy is the og, of course Gem is gonna stick with her!

Gem is a Minecraft kid but often plays Roblox just because Dorthy likes it.

“Don’t only, like, five year olds play that?”

“It’s not for babies :( it’s also like, really pretty and has a lot of games!”

“ugh, finneeee.. but only for a few!”

Hasn’t stopped playing since

Some would think Gem has bad grades due to loud mouth and recklessness but in reality, Gem has pretty good grades, the lowest grade being a D in ELA (she just finds it SOOOO boring) which is the only reason why Gem is allowed to cause so much trouble

During recess, Gem finds random rocks or junk for Dorthy to paint just so Gem can show off like “guys my friend is super sick and she’s awesome”

A lot of teachers mix Gem up with the boys (sometimes kids pick on her because she ‘looks like a boy’ but Gem doesn’t care like; okay?? And??

When it comes to parents showing up for mothers or Father’s Day, Sevika always shows up on those days (if she can).

A kid once tried to pick on Gem for not having a dad and Gem has came up with a new term for Sevika ever since. “Super Duper Epic Mom-Dad”

“Do you have a super duper epic mom-dad?? No? Exactly! So buzz off!”

Sevika can’t tell if she hates it or loves it with all her heart

Gem’s favorite show is Steven Universe, 100%.

She definitely makes several references to the show and Sevika is like “wtf are you talking about??” Until one day she catches Gem watching it (Sevika 100% walked in on the scene with Pearl and Rose fusing)

Immediate reaction was “🤨🏳️‍🌈??👉🏼 📺 💎🏳️‍🌈”

When Gem explained the lore to Sevika, Sevika was like

“ohhhh so it is a gay show..”

“ITS NOT GAY MA-”

Sings this song on the DAILY (Sevika knows all the lyrics and even accidentally hums it too atp(

[taglist; @puffymucher @archangeldyke-all @schmoni @kapilesque]

[circular-bircular]

Hi, we are a traumgenic system and we want to get into the field of special ed. However, we find it scary to get a real job as a system. We want to ask how you guys are doing with being a 6th grade teacher (thank you for being a teacher!) And if you have any tips for us. Thanks

Hey there! A new ask today, since I haven’t closed my ask box here :P

Happy to give insight into teaching as a system. It’s genuinely one of my favorite topics. Firstly, bless your soul for going into special ed; that’s something I don’t think I’d be able to do, for a lot of reasons. Take this all with a grain of salt, as I’m not special ed, but from my experience:

SpED has a lot of paperwork. Like. A lot. I can’t stand needless forms and red tape, so that would drive me way more up the wall than the shit I already have to do as a teacher. There’s also a lot of repetition; hot sheets that spell out packets of info from info you got separately and had to skim down twice. Ough.

SpED hits conflicting needs issues for me, primarily with my autism. I can’t handle one-on-one with autistic students without draining myself severely. Now imagine a caseload of 30 students. 🫡 I salute any and all SpED teachers.

SpED is booked. I get 2 planning periods every day, one of which usually has a meeting. My SpED teachers usually are permitted two… but rarely do they actually have those periods, because when they have no direct classes, they’re asked by other teachers to help provide accommodations. That’s so we can legally meet IEP/504 requirements. I already do so much work at home due to a lack of time at school. I can’t imagine how much the SpED teachers do.

None of that is meant to scare you away; it’s just some things I’ve noticed as a 6th grade ELA teacher with frequent co-taught classes. It’s why I’ve leaned further away from SpED since starting my teaching career — but I’m only me, and certainly not you. If you have a passion for it, there is absolutely no harm in diving in and trying.

For me, teaching has been going remarkably well, and my system really doesn’t impact that much. The most impact it has is that I struggle more with my memory. So… if you do too, ask for help! Reminders, calendar invites, etc.

Here’s some of the tips that came to my mind:

Get to know the kids. They are bundles of joy, and I mean that genuinely. They have so much to share and it’s always so good. Plus, if you don’t have a relationship with them, then straight up, they have no reason to listen to you.

Get to class on time. For fucks sakes, that’s what my co-teacher cannot seem to be able to do. Every SpED teacher I know says it’s because they take their planning time in hallway transitions, catching a quick chat — and honestly, that’s fine. The issue arises when it’s 20 minutes into my 47 minute class and I still have no co-teacher. If you have to miss class-time, call the teacher you’re with and let them know there’s going to be a delay — BEFORE the class starts, whenever possible. Just… in general-

Clear communication. Just. Clear communication, with staff and students, is vital.

I’m not really sure what else, SpED specifically. I just… really hope it all goes well for you!! Teaching really is not that scary, even if it is hard. You’ve got this! Let me know if you have anymore questions, I am thrilled to answer.

(And thanks for the compliment :) )

[kang-yina]

You can call me Raven and my pronouns are she/they/it. I am an adult and though I dont post explicit nsfw content and tag as "nsfw" whenever I reblog a meme thats is slightly nsfw, I do not recomend to very young people see my tumblr.

I am an ADHDer (late diagnosed, but i have severe adhd and its combined type lol) and i have an anxiety diagnosis, though i suspect of some other thingies.

I am a lesbian and although I mostly use the word lesbian to describe my identity, I am also asexual, demiaro and nonbinary (tme), I'm one of the people that would describe my gender as lesbian, in my case I'm totally okay with being refered as a girl but i know not everyone is okay with that so please don't do this with others!

As some would've noticed my english is not the best, my first language is brazilian portuguese (ela/elu) and i can communicate in english and spanish (ella/elle). I'm currently studying korean an plan to be a polyglot at some point, I'm also constantly exercising my english and spanish cause i really want to be fluent someday.

My tumblr account is mostly dedicated to my hiperfixations, current or not, I'm also always reblogging posts and sometimes saying bullshit. My fandoms are: eah, mh (any gen), paperteeth, amphibia, toh, su, sci, bottoms, tlok and atla, rwby, she-ra, mean girls, wicked, heathers (other musicals too), the green manga and datm. And i probably read or watched anything sapphic so if you like something sapphic and needs to talk about it, you can totally use an ask, i accept recommendations too.

Something that i really enjoy is music, so I might post something music related once in a while, I'm a kpopper since i was a pre teen and I talk a lot about the girlgroup Loona and its extensions (units, solos (ofc this includes artms, loosemble, chuu and yves)). I am also a new bat (goth), so I'm really invested in rock music, my other fav music genres are eletronic and pagode (brazilian genre). Something that i deeply love are solo acts made by women, my fave singers are always women, my faves are, in that order: Mitski, Fiona Apple and Solange Knowles. Coming back to the kpop talk, i love girlgroups and woman soloists, my utt groups are loona, exo and 2ne1, and my utt bias are Choerry, Hyunjin and Suho.

My other interests are biology (which im majoring to), and literature (which i plan to major someday lmao), i love some good old classics, I'm studying to be a teacher so this might be considered an interest i guess (?). I love queer and goth media in general. Other subjects that i enjoyed in school were sociology, history, portuguese, english and spanish, oh and I'm an artist and often post fanart, i plan to make comics someday. I also enjoy a lot of craft related things, my adhd makes me want to learn everything lol... Oh and I'm a poor eah collector that have 2 monster highs and im very normal about the things that i ship.

My curious cat: https://href.li/?https://curiouscat.live/to-com-fome?fbclid=IwAR2c6W6pzcv7BAx1EO9_QYt8mgVkV_irMyPtAeD91vCAAKi9fFKJ64C472A

[mister-fisch]

This post will function as the main info source for Roswell at the time being.(all info is subject to change,post will be edited as lore changes and grows)

Name:Roswell Jane Incognito

Age:22

Gender:Genderfuild

Sexuality:Panromatic,Homosexual

Pronouns:All pronouns

Height:5ft10in

Weight:157lbs

Occupation:History and ELA teacher,head of the photography club at his school.He is also a very high ranking member of the cult,they refer to him as either Reverend or Prophet.

-he actually has a giant eye on his chest,he can see out out it somewhat.he doesn't like when people above a certain height hug him straight on,instead of from an angle.he also has a few other eyes in other stops on his body,like one of his forehead,his hands,his back,the back of his head,and some other places.In his regular eyes,the ones that people see he is rendered completely blind in,so his vision isn't the best unless he is practically naked,even then his vision isnt the best,since his hair does cover alot of his eyes.He cant really swim in salt water because of how many eyes he has,it burns his eyes.He often wears looser clothes to prevent his eyes from hurting,and whatnot.He also often wears clothing that if you pulled them over your head you could still see out of it somewhat so he could still see a little.

-Roswell is a fairly handsy person,not in an inappropriate way,but in a very affectionate way. He often gives unsolicited hugs,the whatnot,etc.When he sense/when people show/when they state they are discomfortable/uncomfortable he will do his absolute best to stop,though it is a habit of his.He also really loves physical affection in return.

-He grew up very wealthy,he has no idea where all this money came from since he never saw his father working growing up.Because he grew up in immense wealth he often attended high society events with his father,who is rather close to Richard and Carmen.Though Roswell isn't close with either of them,and Roy isn't very found of him either,though he is one of Roy's teachers.

-Roswell always has a camera and a few rolls of film in his bag,he never goes anywhere without 2 of those things.He also has his white cane with him at all times,though he doesn't really use it much.He usually carries a bottle of water and a few water flavoring drink packets,a pocket knife,and a chain with the cult charm,though he always wears one of those anyway.

-Roswell's mother is dead,she passed away when Roswell was around 3 or so,he remebers when she died but not why she died.He asked his father,but he couldn't get an answer from his father.

-As I've stated in previous posts about Roswell he is The Prophet for Eyes.At the time I didn't really know how that worked,but practically its primarily parasitic thats the best way I can desribe it anyway,Roswell is more of less a vessel for Eyes,a part of Eyes lives inside of Roswell thriving off of Roswell's energy.The part of Eyes that lives in Roswell is connected to eyes as a whole,Eyes can feed that peice info and whatnot henceforth feeding Roswell information,visions,etc.Roswell didn't get too much out of having a price of eyes implanted in him(I couldn't think of a better way to phrase it lmao),Eyes took his vision from his 2 normal eyes,is siphoning energy off of Roswell,adding all sorts of eyes all over Roswell making it harder for Roswell to do things.Roswell barely benefits from this,though he can't complain at all.Some benefits from this arrangement are he knows things that the average person would never know,he sees things that will happen in the future,he can see things that the average person can't see with normal eyes,he can hypnotize/disorient people by just staring them in the eyes effects font last terribly long and its hard fo him to do since he had to use his default eyes(idk what term to use,his human eyes hes had since birth) and he cant see out of them so its hard to stare someonein the eyes with his default eyes,his eyes can glow all of his eyes,his senses are heightened for the most part,he has alot of Eyes' power to s waaaaayyy lesser scale.Most things in the arrangement are neutral,like he can grow limbs like tentacles(he can't really control it a whole lot,they mainly come out when he's feeling intense emotions,and they can only be around the same size as his arm,and they dont tend to last very long when they appear),and the fact that Eyes and Roswell are emotional connected literally,Eyes and feel was Roswell is feeling and Roswell can feel to a degree what Eyes is feeling,same thing also works with pain.

Roswell's family,Jaune, is his aunt,sister of his father,though Jaune and Mr. Incognito(Roswell's father,he doesn't have a full name yet) do not share a father so they have different last names,since Jaune is Roswell's aunt,that makes Aaron(I'm pretty sure that's Jaunes husband's name) and Ross family as well,uncle and cousin respectively.While on Roswell's mother's side,one of Roswell's mother's siblings is John and the other being unnamed/unspecified parent of robert,radford,and the unnamed sister.So Robert,Radford,whatever the sisters name is,and Hope would all be Roswell's cousins.

More info is subject to change/be added in the future.

All of this was practically thought of as I was writing,and the majority of this was written in the middle of the night,so sorry if the writing is bad or confusing.

Questions about Roswell are welcome and encouraged as I am trying to flesh out his character.

[james-is-not-here]

Venting

Imagining random shit to try and fall asleep when it full on hit me that I'm an age regresser...

Like I knew I wanted to be smaller so to speak and I wanted to be like a child but it finally hit me. Not only that, it hit me that I think I'm doing it to cope.

The last few years of my teen hood weren't that great. I lost my Papaw, lost my best friend. Then we were scammed out of a house and had to move in with my grandma and during the time at my grandma's I was experimenting and while doing so I kept secrets. I hid everything from my parents and at the same time someone in my family was going down a dark path, went to a shitty hospital for it which made the dark path even darker and my secrets were apart of that too, I started to feel safer at school rather than my own home.

Then I graduated, my family finally moved out of my grandma's house and slowly but surely the tiny thread I had connected to the family member started to weave itself back together but only now am I realizing that I didn't feel like being "small" until after all this happened.

I use to feel independent and could do things on my own but now? Now I'm scared. I'm scared that my art won't get me to where I want to be, I'm scared that I'll always be by myself and my friends will forget me, I'm now scared to be independent and this all happened after a graduated. I don't have a schedule to follow, I don't have anywhere to go, I don't have a set plan to follow anymore and now all I do is sit around and do random shit on my phone.

For crying out loud, I can't even finish a fucking request or stand alone fics. I start it but then I stop and I feel so shitty for leaving all of you hanging but I also appreciate that no one has hated on me for it, that you're still waiting and I'm sorry that it's taking me so long to get things out.

This started out as me realizing I want to be cared for and held and babied but now I realize just how fucking scared I've become. How Co-Dependent I've become all because I'm not at school anymore like seriously? What happened to the person that willingly auditioned for their first solo in band? What happened to person that helped create a club for their school? What happened to the person that literally offered their skills to a teacher to make posters? What happened to the person that would give more than 100% in school projects that included drawing something?

Why did I step back into my shell? Why did I go back to that shy person in the back of the class that stuttered and tripped over her words when put on the spot? Why did I go back when I was so high up?

My old ELA teacher, god I loved him. Student/Teacher love I mean. He, too, had ADHD and I didn't know that but when he told me I felt so seen. He helped me so much. He helped me understand better and he came up with "The Graph". I'm tearing up just thinking about him cause he was amazing. "The Graph" is what we referred to as my progress. I was to push to keep the graph going up, to not stop and keep it from going down.

Yeah, if I was to see that teacher again he wouldn't be happy that my graph is plummeting. He wouldn't be happy that my graph hasn't peaked in a year, almost two.

I just don't know what I'm doing wrong and I'm fucking scared. I don't know how to get back into the groove I had and I feel so left behind. I know I shouldn't compare myself to others but I feel so behind with all my friends in college or in the military. I know I work differently but I feel like I should be up there with them, I should be doing something beneficial rather than doing nothing. I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I'm even starting to doubt my art which I'm also scared of cause I'm so fucking good at what I do.

I just don't know what to do anymore.

[foxluvrz]

MAJOR YAP SESH AHEAD DONT MIND THIS I JUST WANTED TO PUT IT HEAR MY GOD

10/15/24

YIPPEE DUDE 🦔 decided to create a seating chart for his social studies and math class and before the seating that me n my friend L had always sat up front in thr class cuz theres like two seats at the very front of the class n stuff idk his layouts weird, but he moved EVERYONE ELSE around the room except us so me n her are still seated up front and its silly cuz he usually picks on us and we joke around and what not :3 Also i was literally BETTING in my head that he wasnt gonna move my seat from where i had sat originally and i was right LMAO (hes actually so handsome up closer bro...)

also i might literally idk IMPLODE because we have a four day weekend cuz of conferences on thurs and friday i might actually die without seeing 🦔 or 🐢 😭😭. ive been begging my mom to take a few of my friends and I to an escape room where 🦔 works parttime on fridays at just because i want to see him i dont think my obsession with him has gotten any better especially because of where i sit now ☹️ IM NOT COMPLAINING ABOUT WHERE I SIT NOW THOUGH!! also i like NEED to prove myself to 🦔 in some way i think because my ela teacher mrs W is actually so nice to me and like trusts me and she always has me do stuff she needs help with for her and what not and puts responsibility on me for (i dont mind at all), and same kind of mostly with 🐢, but never 🦔. i mean like i dont see him too much during the day except math n ela and im not super close w him bcz i had 🐢 all of last year and mrs w for study hall last year, but like i just met this man this year but like other girls in my grade have gotten super close to him and it makes me slightly jealous😔 ANYWAYS LIKE 🦔 TAPPED ME ON THE BACK LIKE TWICE TODAY WHICH IDK SCARED THE CRAP OUTTA ME AND I THINK IM OVERANLYZING THIS BUT LIKE once it was with the paper he was holding for the seating chart and honestly he tapped me with that pretty hard and then the second time during ss it was like with his hand because when he was speaking about the seating chart for that class and he got to my seat he was like "hey (my name), i need to talk to you about something in a few minutes" while like touching my back a little bit NOT IN A WEIRD WAY OBVIOUSLY AND HE JUST WANTED TO TALK ABOUT A SPEECH THING IM DOING AND TO TELL ME TO GO TO ANOTHER TEACHER DURING THIS PERIOD BUT LIKE fr im both overreacting AND overyapping but i NEED to yap about this to someone or something like guys.. ALSO BEING UPCLOSE TO THE FRONT OF THE ROOM IS SORTA SCARY BECAUSE HE USES OUR DESK TO LIKE SET HIS EXTRA PAPERS ON AND TO LIKE TAP THEM ON THE DESK TO KEEP EM STRAIGHT AND HE DOES IT KINDS HARD AND IT SCARES ME SO BADLY SOMETIMES. but this mans hands r like rlly hot IM SORRY somebody SEDATE MEEEE PLEASEEEE OH MY LORD. ALSO WHEN HE LIKE CAME LIKE KINDA CLOSE TO LIKE MY NECK TO WHISPER TO ME ABOUT THE SPEECH THING WHEN EVERYONE WAS QUIET AND IT WAS SUPER DARK IN THE ROOM HOLY SHNIDER

[a-sip-of-milo]

Sorry if you dont like me ranting in your inbox like this but your recent post really resonated with me

My old school was literally named after having a community, and it was all about community and loving each other and whatever. But it had such an...outcast- I suppose- problem that the staff literally barely did anything about. The students outcasted the "weird" ones (like me) and we always were made fun of. The school was very obviously against blatant bigotry, but they were really bad with anything discreet, even when they were told directly about it by kids like me. You know it's bad when the students literally felt safe enough to say the n slur (a white kid said it, against a poc) multiple times. Yet it always seemed they cared more about kids writing in the stalls in the bathrooms than the community they always preached about. (Literally they made a whole "write your name and time you went to and came back from the bathroom" thing because of that yet did a horrible job at "fixing" the bullying/outcast problem) Hell! My mom said how she got a little annoyed too that she was never invited to or told about the facebook group that the parents apparently had despite the school being all about community. One year, the year I left, the year that was too much for me, last school year, several new kids joined the school. Apparently they were a lot more blatantly bigoted and bulliers, and rubbed off on a lot of the other students there. So suddenly they had a big bullying problem ("oh no the outcast problem we've been told about so much is now too obvious to keep avoiding") Yet they still did barely anything about it. They acted like they were trying but they really weren't doing a good job. So much of the pressure was put on the teachers (god bless those teachers btw, especially the ELA teacher, they were literally the sweetest teachers I've ever known I hope they never have to deal with something like that again), who couldn't do much because they didn't have enough power. Also the teachers were struggling to teach (and they made lessons fun!!!!) bc of the students :( I was being very blatantly verbally bullied near the end of my time there, and I remember my bully shouting out her mean comments very loudly in class (while the teacher was trying to be silly with me). And I could see the teacher know he couldn't do anything except say "just ignore it." I could tell he wanted to do more to help but... he literally couldn't. Because guess who was ignoring it? The fucking staff. The motherfuckers who talked about community soooo much Oh yeah also very very blatantly ableism last year against another classmate of mine (or well, wouldn't come across as ableism to people who wouldn't know why but definitely obvious bullying), and the staff handled it so horribly (I could rant about another thing here but you probably dont wanna hear it and this has already gone on too long lol)

Very very sorry if this was tmi/oversharing or something it's just that what you said in that post sounded like it would've come directly from my mouth so I felt like sharing /gen

(I'd get if you didn't wanna post this btw 😅)

yes, this is exactly what i mean when i say that while individuals might care, schools as a whole generally don't. I'm so sorry your school experience was so bad, that sort of thing shapes so many aspects of your life going forward and in my opinion, it's extremely important for children and teens to have positive experiences at school.

my inbox is available for people to rant in, it's okay <3

[my-castles-crumbling]

hi cas, it’s Swiftie anon!

My concert went okay, my cello section was off by a beat, and so were some a violins, and the violas went to fast. No one noticed tho, so it was fine.

I forgot to mention this in my last message but my sister’s band concert was like a barbecue kind of and all my friends were there, and it was nice to hang out with them out of school, bc it felt like I was, idk, breathing better, I feel lighter with them, safe ig. It was, really nice. It kind of made me remember what it was like to be young, careless, happy without worry.

second thing, I got my culinary teacher to sign my yearbook, which I’ve been trying to make myself do since I got my yearbook (Wednesday-ish, I think, Tuesday? Idk), before it was too long to be embarrassing. She’s one of my favorite teachers, with my 6th grade ela and social studies teacher, and my 5th grade teacher, probably my favorite since I like talked to her and stuff when I had her class last semester. so I went to her class during study hall, and it was really nice to see her. She was playing the eras tour movie bc someone bought movie in class but said she could pick. She smiled when she saw me, and called me a nickname for my actual name. She’s been doing it for awhile now, and usually I don’t like it, (for example I had a friend who was called Syd, she didn’t like the sound of it in general and people called her Sid the science kid) and like, my pe teacher calls me that bc 2 syllables is too long to say. But when she says it it doesn’t feel like she’s rushing through my name, idk, it makes me feel good. she signed my yearbook, and I asked about the movie, so she explained what was going on, and said I could stay, which I like really wanted to, but I left after. While she was signing my yearbook she was smiling, even tho I was standing there awkwardly thinking about what to say and when she put her hand on my shoulder (she put her hand on my head once, and I didn’t mind that either), and said something like, it was good to see you! I hope I’ll see you next year! And I nodded and said mm-hm, (and I really do want her class next year) bc I got nervous standing in a class that wasn’t mine, yk? I still haven’t gotten to my point yet, so when I got home, my mom put her hand on my shoulder, the same shoulder and it made me uncomfortable. Maybe it’s cause she gripped my shoulder tighter, and she was saying how she prayed that “I show people the garden inside instead of the weeds” and I kind of realized then that it’s like, not supposed to be like that. I should be ok with my mom, more comfortable with my mom touching me than one of my teachers.

and about the church thing, it is bad. Like, I grew up going to church (my mom and her side of the family are Christian) and I didn’t really believe in god then, it was just to make my mom happy. And I stopped going during Covid, and didn’t go back, bc I didn’t believe in anything in 6th grade, and I still say “God, you’re stupid,” like as a swear. And it always pisses me off when my mom says “it’s part of god’s plan” bc my life kind of sucks, and if god is real he’s an asshole. And like I have trouble believing in stuff bc my life still sucks, and so does the general stuff that’s happening, and if there’s like any godly entities, they’re all assholes.

About the crying thing, my dad has always hated when we cried, bc “it doesn’t do anything” that’s probably a him thing, since he’s a 50 year old Malaysian (gender roles are a lot more emphasized there), that grew up poor as shit. Like one time our family was in me and my sister’s room, and they just finished yelling at us and they all left except him, and then when all I wanted to do was cry myself to sleep, he told me to stop crying, which maybe he thought was comforting, but it was just, suffocating. He’s gotten better, I started crying bc I lost my pencil he gave me from Malaysia, and what’s worse was that my mom said “idk why she cries sm” and she’s always said it’s okay to cry, to my dad when I did when I was younger.

I can never message the hotline when I’m doing like, really bad bc usually my parents are yelling at us for being on our phones too much, and I can’t get on my phone without panicking about their reaction for the next day or so. I usually just put forever winter on loop and I get a bit better. oh and my brother’s graduation is tomorrow so I have to worry about my parents being transphobic to his friend, (I’m also stellar anon *dramatic music*) my dad recently was talking about my brother’s friends and said with (friend) and (deadname—I mean, a) but my mom was there and she made a face. And two of my aunts are coming for his graduation.

thats all for now, that was way longer than intended, sorry! Have a good day/night cas!

Hi hon!

Honestly, my mind is blown that you’re two anons, but it makes sense lol. *goes to adjust spreadsheet*

I think what you said about touch is super important because touch is, when it comes down to it, about trust. And it seems like you trust your teacher more than your mom. Which is definitely sad to realize. But I think trust has to do with feeling accepted, and it seems like your teacher has shown more acceptance than your mom, unfortunately. I mean it even shows that with your dad and the whole crying thing.

And yeah, religion is hard. I get that so much. It’s hard to believe in something when things suck, especially when that belief is forced on you.

As far as the hotline, do you have access to discord? I can give you my discord if that’s helpful.

Sending love 🥰

[rocksinmuffin]

a thank you that was supposed to be anonymous

so I wanted to submit on anon but I didn’t want to spam your inbox so I’m sending it here. this blog is literally from high school so ignore the questionable content + username + bandom + the fact that it doesn’t follow you. i promise my og blog was an avid follower (I’m just reminiscing now) it’s the only tumblr login I remember + tumblr sniped my actual transformers hell account back in 2020 for hoarding usernames and won’t give it back fuck them 🫠

but anyway.

hi muffin! I know you aren’t too crazy abt pda esp anon pda but I’m a little shy. I wanted to say I started following you my freshman year of college deep in my transformers phase + I’m finally graduating. I don’t rly keep up w tf anymore (that may change when the new movie comes out lmao) but during the time you were definitely a source of happiness of mine. I always looked forward to checking your blog everyday + seeing the updates. I just wanna say thank u for getting me through that transitional period in my life. your writing would always uplift me when I had a bad day of class or I got a bad grade or I misinterpreted a social cue.

I’m going to be a middle grades ELA teacher and a lot o( my philosophy of teaching revolves around reminding my students that their writing has capacity to change lives + that it should be meaningful even if it seems silly to them… so I’m making it an effort to genuinely thank all of the writing blogs that changed my life and helped get me through my early college years.

thank you for everything you do. it’s hard to put your work out into the world and I genuinely appreciate that you do + want you to know that your writing (yes even if it was nsfw) really made an impact on me + gave me a reason to get up everyday.

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Submitted by @donnie–the–catcher

hey uhhhhhh this legitimately made me tear up. Like, this is just a silly little blog of writing that I do for fun and so it always blows me away when people tell me that it meant something to them or that it helped them get though tough times even if it was just a way to distract them from bigger problems happening in their lives and I’m just so touched.

Like, I see a lot of really petty infighting stuff in fandoms where people callout others for literally just not getting along with each other and trying to make it out like the other person is toxic for it and that’s a big part of why I don’t actually interact with a lot of people or join any discords or anything. But I don’t need to either because, like, this is the reason I post all my goofy and nasty fandom shit online for other people to see. Because what’s cringe or dumb for one person is gonna make another person smile or laugh. And that’s kind of what fanfiction is about. It’s to put your work out there and hope someone else has as fun reading it as you had writing it.

So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank you for telling me this and thank you for enjoying this silly little blog. It means so much to me. And I think it’s so awesome that you are going to try and inspire kids to write. I know I was around that age when I started writing and sometimes the push you need is just having someone encouraging you and telling you that you can.