#Never student

[let-your-chaos-explode]

Can you write something platonically about a Never student calling Lesso mom?

You were so, so, so damn close to getting through this experience unscathed. Well, relatively. As unscathed as a Never gets during their schooling. Graduation was only three months away and you were finally starting to relax your shoulders a bit and think that you made it through without any embarrassing, life-altering, throw-yourself-off-a-cliff moments. 

So close…

And yet, here you were. Holed up in the old, rotting wood armoire of your dormitory and hiding like a coward behind your clothes. Shame and mortification settled firmly in your gut and blazed hotly across your cheeks. You would never be able to show your face again, let alone survive another three months in the presence of your peers. Or her. 

You grabbed one of the dingy, black traveling cloaks hanging in front of you and screamed into the fabric. 

“Now that is just entirely over-dramatic. I could almost mistake you for an Ever.” A muffled voice called from beyond your self-imposed prison. 

Your scream concluded with a startled gasp and dawning horror. Maybe, if you were quiet enough, she would just go away. 

Your silence was met with the sharp clack of a cane against the stone floor and the squeak of a nearby bed. Still, you bit your tongue. 

“I don’t have all day.” She snapped, cracking the cane against the wooden post. 

Your silence continued. You definitely didn’t have the mental fortitude to handle any more today. 

“Come out, now.” The command was sharp but quiet. 

“No.” You petulantly called back. 

Unfortunately for you, a battle of the wills was a war you were never going to win. The far corner of your hiding space erupted into eager flames. Quickly, you scrambled out of the wardrobe and fell to the floor in an ungraceful heap at her feet. 

Lady Lesso sat comfortably at the edge of the bed and smirked down at you in victory from her perch. With a twirl of her glowing finger, the flames died and any damage of her persuasion was erased. Resigned to your fate, you simply sighed and looked up at her from your sprawled position, supine on the floor. 

“Professor Manley and Professor Sheeks reported your absence from their classes. And your classmates seem to think that you have drowned yourself in the lake. Or tangoed with some reapers. A few rather boring takes, if I don’t say so myself. We need to work on the creativity of your demise.”

“Well, there’s still time. I was leaning toward something with more flair, like taking on a pack of wolves.” You said sarcastically. 

The Dean of Evil allowed a small tsk and idly started rolling her cane between long fingers. It’s clear she was waiting for you to speak, but you had no desire to relive your most recent trauma. 

“I won’t let you throw away all the astoundingly competent work you have completed in your tenure here. Whatever…teenager…things you are feeling regarding the matter, you will suck it up and return to class. You’ve barely a season left.” Lady Lesso lectured.

And it almost feels like a typical class lesson. If it weren’t that she was the root of your discomfort. 

You merely groaned and threw your elbow over your eyes.  “I am the laughing stock of the entire school! There is no coming back from this.”

“I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

“I called you mom! In front of the entire graduating class!” You exclaimed, rising from the floor in exasperation. 

“Yes, how unfortunate.” She deadpanned. “Anyways, I think Evil stands a chance this year, and I need you to get your shit together.”

It’s all you could do to not pull your hair out in frustration. 

Lady Lesso took in a steadying breath and rose to her feet, pinching the bridge of her nose tightly. A few mumbled words under her breath, a quick glance to the heavens above (very likely in a prayer for patience), and a tightening of her shoulders betrayed her mounting irritation. Seemingly swallowing it down, she hesitated only briefly before laying a cool hand on your shoulder. 

“Look, I’ve been teaching here longer than you’ve been alive. If you think you are the first person to call me mom, you are dumber than I thought.”

“But…”

“It was a simple slip of the tongue. Get over it.” Her smile was sharp and she pinched one of your cheeks mockingly. “Now, you better head to dinner before you starve to death. Now that would be an ending even the Storian would be ashamed of.”

“Yes, mom. ” You teased back, ducking a swat from her cane. 

“Cheeky brat!” She called after you, subtle threads of affection seeping into her words.  

You let it be your courage as you entered the dining hall to face the music.

[nyxx01]

All eyes on Rafah‼️‼️‼️

Go to the top tag and interact with it and make it go absolutely fucking viral.

And to anyone who is still complicit, get your head out of your ass.

Well done, I’m proud of them and quite impressed 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

(I will be removing/blocking useless comments, I do not need that in my comment section ty very much. Edit: However I will let the the idiocy speak for itself)

[wolfythewitch]

Jon sketch but it’s one of those aus where he becomes a professor post eyepocalypse

[kimeoshi]

Corrupted Ratio for Twitter! Reached 2k followers and he won in a prompt game

Timelapse:

[mumblesplash]

(teaching my art class)

me: and what’s the number one rule when designing characters with wings? …well?

a handful of students, sighing reluctantly: no good fa-

me (interrupting them): NO good-faith attempts at realism, EVER. you want all the bird dweebs and physicists jumping ship as EARLY AS POSSIBLE so they’re not around to cinemasins your ass when you get to the cool parts of your story, and…ugh, what now, gerald

gerald (my least favorite student): why not just do some minimal research instead of-

me: listen you little shit i can and will singlehandedly tank your 4.0 gpa

[motherofplatypus]

Historical women from Palestine.

[vvanillavveins]

Is she Lucy Westenra, or is she just a vessel for the writer's barely disguised fantasy of a women being punished for her promiscuity? Is she really"Bram Stoker's" Lucy Westenra: a naive, innocent 19 year old, with a cheery personality and a bright future ahead of her? Or has the writer instead just slapped her name on an OC that behaves nothing like her, and- with none of the grace or decorum that Lucy's tragically short story deserves- sexualized her slow and agonising death as much as possible, whilst very unsubtly doing their best to blame her for being murdered, so that we won't object to her being killed again later in an even more gruesome and sexual manner?

[dcxdpdabbles]

Damian: In the name of everything holy, stop speaking in cursive.

Danny: Aw you think I sound fancy?

Damain: I think all of your letters are attached to the other whenever you open your mouth. Put some space between your words. It sounds like you cast a spell when you say ICanGoForSomeBurgers.

Danny: Sorry, I talk fast when I'm excited or nervous. IJustThinkYoureReallyPrettyAndCoolandIWasWonderingIfYouLikeToGoOnADate?

Damian: Stop it! I can't understand you!

Danny: I-dot-think-dot-that-dot-you-dot-!

Damian: This is not an old, timely telegram! It's a verbal conversation!

Danny: *Sobbing and switching into Ghost Speech by accident* You're just so hot, I can't do this.

Damian: That wasn't even words! I know several languages, and none of that screeching was sentences! Are you issuing a duel with me!? Attempting to blemish my honor with this silly mockery!?

Danny: Oh dang, you speak in cursive? That was fancy as hell.

Damian: HOW DARE YOU. I ARTICULATE PERFECTLY! MEET ME AFTER SHCOOL IN THE WEST PARKING LOT FOOL!

Danny watching Damian stomp away: Task failed successfully.

Tucker: In what world was that successful!?

[kureijei]

Ib gif i had to make for class !! i put a genuinely absurd amount of hours into this for ONLY a walk cycle (i have animated like. close to never.) and its kind wonky but again... i put way too much time into this to keep it all to myself..

also not sure how well this will post as i have no idea how to optimize the gif to have it look good- but not be disgustingly large file.. but i tried T_T

[crispinkiss]

realizing people care about you a lot is emotionally taxing okay!!

(it really really loves the blanket)

[dorky-kawa]

gojo is still everywhere for those with eyes to search for him

[stil-lindigo]

source

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[abdy-18]

I love how Twilight literally made the minimum effort to disguise Franky as a woman XD Realistically, it should be easier for him to disguise Franky, a 1'66cm tiny guy as a woman than to disguise himself, a 1'87cm muscular guy. I know he did it on purpose just to make fun of Franky.

Look at him, that's the face of someone who's laughing his head off inside

Even the first thing Twilight did when he met Franky was to laugh at him, i cant- HASDG

But now that I think about it, that was probably the first time Loid laughed in a long, long time. Damn this post was supposed to be funny-

[tanatola]

pathologic 3 announcement made me return to the classic game and finally play it properly! i think my favorite part of the bachelor's route is when he talks to maria kaina (or whoever's in her body at the time) and they explain that their planned Utopia isn’t even supposed to be a 'perfect' place but instead 'the mystical manifestation of a world inscrutable and inaccessible to men' going back to the original meaning of the word irl and instead of despairing Daniil fervently agrees that this kind of unimaginable leap is worth it, no matter where it actually leads

[eahtheramblings]

Ok but like, imagine if Grimm tried to turn back time on legacy day to stop Raven from refusing to sign, only for another student to end up rebelling each time.  On the first time loop, He rewinds to an hour before legacy day and has the main snow white characters move to the back of the line with an excuse of saving the best for last or something of the sort. He assumes that since she’s a teen and everyone else will sign before her Raven will give into peer pressure and sign without a scene. But then halfway through Hunter, who wasn’t moved because he plays a more prevalent role in the red riding hood story, slams the Storybook of Legends shut and declares his unwillingness to live a life of violence and to live without the love of his life, thus causing the daughter of Cinderella who just signed the book to fling herself into his arms. Unexpected, but Grimm rationalizes that if he just moves Hunter to the back as well then it’ll all be fixed. Highschool relationships tend to be short, and legacy is more important after all. So on the second loop he moves all the snow white characters to the back, and sits in the crowd with the tension finally leaving his shoulders now that the main problem has been diffused. Except it hasn’t been diffused, because Briar Beauty watches her story play out in the book and in a fit of hysterics rips the binding in half once she sees a reflection of future self in the mirror, with tired eyes wearing clothes a century behind the time reminding her violently of her mother. And it just keeps happening. On one run through Cerise Hood tears her cloak off and reveals her true heritage as a wolf, causing pandemonium on the crowds. On another Darling Charming somehow takes a sword out of her long skirt, and severs her page from the book, declaring she refuses to be a damsel anymore. On one incredibly harrowing timeline everything was going fine until Kitty Cheshire refused to sign, giving him a nonchalant shrug and a taunt of “better rewind again” while her ever present smile haunted him. It gets to the point where he rewinds to a month prior to legacy day, spending that month keeping Ashlynn and Hunter away from each other, Bribing Kitty, separating Cerise and Ravens class schedule so that their friendship can’t form and pushing Darling to take on a damsels in distressing honors project with Apple in hopes his top student will rub off on her. In the end his efforts are fruitless however because somehow Apple is the one to rebel, apparently having fallen in love with Darling sometime in that month. just, the chaos if it all.

[fauvester]

something something seeing things through different eyes