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.
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(The Washington Post)
For those who don't know, the US Supreme Court just ruled that states are allowed to enforce trans healthcare for minors. Undoubtedly, this will trigger a wave of other states that either hope to pass or have already passed policies to do the same. This is going to kill children, and harm more in long-lasting ways.
So, how can you help?
FUCKING VOTE. I don't care if you don't like Biden, he's not the only one on the ballot. Vote representatives into your city council who will turn our city into a sanctuary city. Vote for governors and state reps who will, even if they don't pass new protections, oppose bans being pushed through. Chsllenge and kick out conservative incumbents who are banking on their races being obscure enough for people to not vote in.
Anyone telling you voting is useless is either lying to you or grossly uninformed and think saying this is the edgy new take that will make them look hip and informed. Yes, the system is broken. But short of burning the whole thing to the ground (which personally I'm not a fan of as I quite enjoy having like. Roads and the FDA) what we can do is to change it for the better, by starting with the local races and working our way up.
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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.
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Thinking about the fact that Mabel and Dipper didn't know they had two great uncles.
Yeah they are 12 and at 12 I had a shotty understanding of my family tree- But really? Nobody brought up their great uncle? Stanley? Especially since they'll be staying with his twin brother, Stanford?
Shermie never went to Stan's fake funeral, which to me means the twos relationship was strained on some level. If Shermie is older that means his view of Stan was poisoned in some way, that even as kids they weren't close. If the Shermie is younger then he never even got to meet Stan and all he knew about him was how he failed his family. Hell, people probably barely mentioned Stanley TO Shermie.
The fact that Stan had become a black stain upon the Pines family name makes me so vividly upset. Stanley faked his death and the family just- seemingly decided to strike him from the record. To pretend he didn't existed to spare themselves the sadness and shame.
Stanford and Shermie Pines. The only children worth mentioning of Filbrick and Caryn Pines.
It was never Stanford that was lost to the world. It was Stanley, ever since he had to leave New Jersy- it was always him that had to be struck from the record. Change his name, change his state, change his affiliations, destroy the remains of ghost that was Stanley Pines. Kill him so the family doesn't bring him up, doesn't ask questions, stops asking "Stanford" about his twin.
I just keep thinking about the fact that since the day he made one single mistake all the way up until Ford walks out of that machine- Stanley Pines was killed and did not exist. And Stan himself had no one to blame, he had to play the part in his own demise- He is the only one who ever knew Stanley was alive and has been for decades.
He lives in the multitudes of every personality he's ever taken, all in the hope that he himself can stop being Stanley Pines.
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