#Student Wellbeing Initiatives

[townpostin]

Gulmohur High School Launches Mental Resilience Initiative

‘Let Us Raise Mentally Strong Children’ Program Kicks Off With Parent-Student Session Principal Priti Sinha emphasizes holistic approach to education beyond academics. JAMSHEDPUR – Gulmohur High School has initiated a groundbreaking program aimed at fostering mental strength in students and parents. "Academic success is important, but not the sole determinant of a fulfilling life," stated…

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

"We at Night Raven College deeply care for our students’ safety and wellbeing!" (looks at the entire plot of Twisted Wonderland)

[Referencing this interaction!]

To be fair, while Crowley may hand off conflict resolution to others, he is not entirely passive in efforts to look after his students. He arranges therapy for the OB boys, calls for STYX when he has legitimate concerns about the safety of his students, drags students back to class if he catches them skipping (his Raven Jacket vignettes), and is shown to erect barriers to protect others (in the manga). I have no doubt that part of this concern comes down to him not wanting to deal with angry parents, but if Crowley truly did not care at all then he wouldn't even bother or he would just try to cover up the aftermath rather than exploring long term solutions such as therapy.

Remember that he also took two people in, gave them free housing, free food at times (prologue and book 4), and let them be students at a HIGHLY exclusive school. Maybe the living conditions aren’t the best and maybe there’s not a huge budget allotted for their food or amenities, but it sure beats being stuck in a foreign land with basically nothing to your name, no?? That’s still very generous of Crowley to do.

The other staff at NRC are also shown to care about their students! They just tend to have a very "tough love" approach to it. For example, Vargas, Trein, and especially Crewel are notorious for being strict, all because they share the goal of wishing to see their kids succeed as disciplined mages. Trein in particular laments in Glorious Masquerade when he thinks he has failed to instill good moral values into his students.

I actually think part of the reason why Crowley acts so "useless" is for plot convenience's sake. The story would not be interesting to follow if a great mage comes along and resolves everything in the blink of an eye. He "needs" to be uninvolved initially to give the students a chance to act and take charge in the story. (And, of course, some theorize that Crowley is purposefully acting this way because he has a motive we have yet to learn.)

[xileonaaaa]

Thinking of Suguru who has a crush on you..

Upperclassmen Drabble

*Geto who isn’t a bully or a narcissist.

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!SuguruGeto who first saw you in a cafe Satoru had dragged him and Shoko to.

!SuguruGeto who realized he was staring quite rudely when you happened to look over at him and wave out of politeness.

!SuguruGeto who had to immediately look away out of pure embarrassment, choking on his overly sweet drink in the process

!SuguruGeto who heard you giggle from across the cafe, and immediately felt his ears flush red.

!SuguruGeto who kept his gaze aimed down at the floor until he heard the unmistakable sound of the cafe’s door jingle open, and then close.

!SuguruGeto who silently shunned himself for being such a wuss, knowing that he’d probably never see you again. He didn’t even get the chance to ask for your number.

!SuguruGeto who’s usually a laid back, and chill guy, caught himself almost flipping out of the chair he was reclining in when Yaga introduced you as the new student in his class.

!SuguruGeto who strained his ears to hear your voice over Satoru’s loud blabbering, and hung onto your every word like his life depended on it.

!SuguruGeto who couldn’t help but notice how you sat alone most of the time, and never really hung out with the other people in your class during, or even after school.

!SuguruGeto who was initially curious as to if you remembered him from the cafe, became a bit concerned about your wellbeing when he noticed that people were actively avoiding you.

!SuguruGeto who relaxed a little when he realized that you were content with being in your own little world.

!SuguruGeto who would sneak subtle glances your way at every chance he got. More often than not he’d slowly turn around in his seat to get a good look at what you were up to under the guise of him trying to stretch his back.

!SuguruGeto who loved to sit and just observe your mannerisms. Like how one time he saw you flick your pen a little too hard by accident and watched it fly across the room in embarrassment. He made sure he was the one who got up and got it for you.

!SuguruGeto who eventually worked up the courage to say small hi’s or hello’s to you whenever he happened to see you.

!SuguruGeto who ended up coming back to class much later in the evening one day to retrieve Satoru’s books that he’d left, and happened to see you diligently trying to clean up the classroom all by yourself.

!SuguruGeto who was very careful in announcing in presence, so as to not scare you in any way.

!SuguruGeto who insisted on helping you clean, even when you told him you had everything under control.

!SuguruGeto who is beyond smitten at this point, feels his stomach fill uncomfortably with butterflies when he hears you start to hum a song (he hasn’t the slightest clue of what it was) to fill the silence between you two.

!SuguruGeto who gladly helps you dust off the very tops of the chalkboard that you can’t reach on your own. (He saw you going to get a chair to stand on, so he offered to do it instead.)

!SuguruGeto who finally understands why people most likely avoid you.

!SuguruGeto who notices that he can barely feel any cursed radiating off of you, if there was any to begin with.

!SuguruGeto who comes to the conclusion that you aren’t exactly very strong, but doesn’t feel repulsed in the slightest. Instead, he feels rather confident knowing that he now has a duty to protect you and shield you from anyone or anything that may cause you harm.

!SuguruGeto who takes up most of his missions in the early mornings, so that he can spend his class time secretly admiring you.

!SuguruGeto who is always readily available to help you whenever he sees you struggling with classwork or your technique.

!SuguruGeto who eventually starts sitting next to you in class (he always asks first) under the guise that another one of Satoru’s fan girls took his seat (he actually offered it to her .)

!SuguruGeto who genuinely respects you, and even though you are in no way stronger than him, he appreciates your work ethic and constant strive to be better at anything/ everything you do

!SuguruGeto who chooses to spend his breaks with you. Usually opting to silently read to himself while you studied or practiced beside him. If he noticed you were struggling, he’d kindly place his book down, and lean over your shoulder to observe what it was you were doing.

!SuguruGeto who was acutely aware of the rumors surrounding his and your very strange friendship dynamic. “One of the strongest + the one of the weakest in the entire school?”

!SuguruGeto who always has your back, and is quick to shut anyone who dares speak ill of you up.

!SuguruGeto who stared to notice how said rumors were beginning to affect you.

!SuguruGeto who became aware of your more recent absences, and would find that he was in a pissy mood the days you weren’t at school.

!SuguruGeto who feels hurt, betrayed, and most of all, angry when you try to push him away. Spouting some nonsense about how “..you’ll only drag his reputation down.” He thought it was ridiculous that you’d even think about saying such a thing, and he made sure you knew just how much it bothered him.

!SuguruGeto who was there for you when things just didn’t go your way.

!SuguruGeto who proudly served as your rock, and was always a phone call away.

!SuguruGeto who had the deepest feelings for you, but could only express them in the feather light touches that he gave you from time to time, or the little snacks that he’d buy for you when he knew you’d probably left your lunch at home.

!SuguruGeto who was beyond in love with you, but chooses not to say anything, lest he ruin what chemistry you two already have. He knows about your dreams, and ambitions, and he’d be damned if he were the one to get in the way of your success.

!SuguruGeto who, for now, was content on staying by your side, and being your biggest cheerleader.

[perfectsunlight]

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 [𝟏𝟑]

𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: NONEEEEE WE CHEERED.

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𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀: 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲

sm entertainment officially announced ningning’s hiatus one month after her arrival at the rehab center.

they said she was taking time for herself in order to focus on her health and wellbeing. most people had no idea where she had gone. 

dispatch had no sightings of her for weeks. they did not even know when she was at the hospital either, to which everyone was thankful for. the company was shocked to know that the chinese idol was willing to get sent to rehab. 

however, despite the initial shock, they offered to pay for all the expenses and also said she could take all the time she needed in order to get better. 

the truth is bulletproof, there's no fooling you

i don't dress the same

yizhuo needed to be away from the city. she needed to be somewhere where she could find who she truly was. geoje was where the company decided to send her. it was a 4 hour drive from seoul, making it just far enough for her to get away, but also close enough for people to come visit. the city was right off the coast of busan, situated on an island connected to the mainland via bridges.

she would hate to admit it, but part of her never wanted to leave geoje. it was beautiful, and she felt like she could be herself within the sanctuary of the rehab center. it was a bit difficult at first, opening up to complete strangers about her issues, but she was willing to try her best.

that was all anyone expected of her here — to just try her best.

she had never had that environment. it felt nice to have such a change. it felt right. 

me and who you say i was yesterday

have gone our separate ways

most of the people who arrived at the center were older than she was, meaning they had no idea who she was. there was an older woman who worked as an instructor for an art class that the facility offered, and whenever ning would go in and draw, she would sing.

she had told yizhuo that she should become a singer when she gets out because her voice was outstanding. all the chinese girl could do was smile and laugh a little.

it was ironic for her. she used to love being known by everyone as “ningning from aespa”, but here she loved being unknown. when she arrived, she said she was an international student studying korean language at yonsei. 

it was a believable cover story, and no one questioned it. the anonymity was a relief. she could walk around without the weight of her idol identity. 

there were no fans to impress, no expectations to meet, no cameras capturing her every move. 

she could just be yizhuo, a young woman finding her way back to herself. 

left my living fast somewhere in the past

'cause that's for chasing cars

days at the center had a gentle rhythm. mornings began with a communal breakfast, where she’d chat with the other residents, exchanging stories of their pasts and dreams for the future. after breakfast, there were various therapy sessions. she found solace in group therapy, where she realized she wasn’t alone in her struggles. the stories she heard, though different from her own, were a reminder that everyone had their battles. in the afternoons, she often joined the art class. 

the instructor, mrs. lee was her name, was a kind-hearted woman in her sixties, with a voice that was both soothing and encouraging. she felt more of a mother to yizhuo than her own had. her words of praise and encouragement made ning feel seen, not as an idol, but as a person with potential beyond her public persona. 

it was different to have someone so maternal, but she thoroughly felt better. whenever it felt difficult to open up, she would talk to mrs. lee. she had a way of listening that made yizhuo feel understood, without judgment or pity. the idol realized all she ever needed was someone who wouldn’t pity her.

turns out open bars lead to broken hearts

and going way too far

the two became closer when the older woman found her crying after her first few sessions of therapy with the facility’s psychiatrist. mrs. lee never asked any questions, and simply just embraced the younger girl in a tight hug until yizhuo’s tears stopped. from that day forward, ning went to mrs. lee for everything.

“you're stronger than you think,” mrs. lee would often say, her aged eyes filled with kindness. “you’ve done well. only you can be the best version of yourself, for yourself.” these words resonated deeply with the young idol. she began to see her journey not as a series of failures, but as a testament to her resilience.

she was ning yizhuo, a girl who did the best she could. and that was all she could ever want to be.

take one, pour it out

it's not worth crying 'bout the things you can't erase

on days when she felt particularly overwhelmed, yizhuo would take long walks along the coast. the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks was therapeutic. ning had never been a fan of beaches (mostly because of the sand), but upon arriving in geoje, she fell in love with them.

at first, she would just walk to the steps that led down to the sand but not descend. she’d only lean against the railing and watch the water from above, not wanting to touch the sand. the rhythmic ebb and flow of the tides calmed her, the vastness of the ocean making her own problems seem smaller, more manageable. 

like tattoos and regrets

words i never meant and ones that got away

but as days turned into weeks, she found herself longing to be closer to the water. one morning, she took a deep breath and made her way down the steps. she hesitated at the bottom, toes just inches away from the sand. 

with a determined sigh, she stepped onto the beach, feeling the grainy texture beneath her feet. the initial discomfort faded as she walked along the shore, the cool water lapping at her ankles. it became a ritual for her—each day, she’d venture a little further, letting the sand and sea become her sanctuary. 

she began to see the beach not just as a place, but as a metaphor for her own journey—constantly changing, yet always moving forward.

left my living fast somewhere in the past

and took another road

the young woman found herself collecting different things from each trip to the shore. on some days it was a small rock, and others it was other things.

she often collected seashells to save them for you. they were like little pieces of happiness for her, just like you were.

sometimes, she’d even sit on a large rock by the water’s edge, watching the waves crash and retreat. one of the gifts you had given her before she left was a digital camera. without missing an evening, ning took photos of every sunset. 

it reminded her of you, after all. it was only fair of her to show you.

the beach was quiet. ningning hated the quiet before. now, she loved it.

quiet meant she could breathe. she had control of her thoughts and emotions. she no longer let her mind bully her.

turns out crowded rooms empty out as soon

there's somewhere else to go, oh

visitors were allowed to come once a week, meaning most of the time, her members all came to visit her together. of course, she didn’t have a visitor every week, but sm made sure to keep these visits out of the public’s prying eyes when you or her members did come and visit. 

karina usually brought her new stationary, minjeong brought snacks, and aeri would bring her new sd cards for her camera or clothes for the seasonal changes. although ning was away from everyone she knew, she never truly felt lonely.

she had made peace with her isolation. however, the only person she constantly missed was you. 

she’d never thought of ever writing a letter, but she was over the moon when she saw you had written her one a few weeks after she was sent to the facility. mrs. lee teased yizhuo by saying she’d never seen her really smile until she saw her reading the letter. ningning missed you more than she could understand. 

it wasn’t a bad feeling of longing either, but rather a feeling of curiosity for what you were doing at the moment. before she had left seoul, you had mentioned to yizhuo that you had broken up with aeri the night she was hospitalized. 

ningning didn’t need to ask any questions about it, she knew why it happened. you cared about ning. more than anyone else, or anything else. 

and she cared about you, too. more than anyone else, or anything.

i know i used to be crazy

messed up, but, god, was it fun

after being in rehab for 6 months, ningning was finally comfortable enough to return to seoul. 

on her last day there, mrs. lee had brought her a gift. it was a beautifully wrapped box with a note attached to it. the note read, “for the journey ahead. with love, mrs. lee.” ning carefully unwrapped the box, revealing a set of watercolor paints in a case with her initials on it.

mrs. lee smiled warmly. “i thought you might want to continue expressing yourself through art. remember, these are tools for your journey, just as much as your voice is.” tears welled up in yizhuo’s eyes as she hugged the older woman tightly. 

mrs. lee must have known who she really was. the idol decided not to question it.

“thank you for everything,” she whispered. “i’ll never forget what you’ve done for me.” mrs. lee simply patted her back gently. “go out there and show the world who you have always been. and never forget, you’re always welcome back here if you need to escape.”

i know i used to be wild

that's 'cause i used to be young

the facility threw the young idol a send off ceremony the day before she was leaving. there were games and delicious food, and even karaoke. naturally, yizhuo stole the show with her voice. mrs. lee had been taking photos and videos for the chinese girl on the camera you got her. even though rehab was tough, ning didn’t ever want to forget her time here. 

“i’ve learned a lot here. thank you all for helping me remember who i truly am.” yizhuo said with a warm smile as she bowed, concluding her parting speech.

the applause that followed was heartfelt, and ningning felt a sense of closure and gratitude. the friends she had made and the experiences she had shared in geoje were now a part of her story, a chapter she would cherish forever. 

as the evening wound down, yizhuo mingled with the staff and residents, sharing hugs and promises to keep in touch. later that night, she found herself back at the beach for one last walk. the moonlight danced on the waves, creating a serene scene. she took out the camera and captured a few final shots, wanting to hold on to this moment forever.

with a deep breath, she whispered a goodbye to the ocean, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. she was ready to move forward, but she would always carry a piece of this place with her. 

those wasted nights are not wasted

i remember every one

sm entertainment had expressed their excitement in regards to yizhuo feeling well enough to return to seoul. she was a bit nervous for facing the public and their questions to where she had been, but one thing the idol had learned was boundaries.

she didn’t have to tell the world where she had been. only the people who needed to know, knew.

ningning didn’t bring her phone with her to the facility. it was something the facility had requested before her initial arrival. it was quite the laugh when the chinese girl showed up with a mp3 player. however, the idol was thankful she downloaded as many songs as she could have because the upcoming 4 hour drive would be a bit more boring without it.

a car pulled up to the curb, and for a moment ning was confused. she couldn’t see who was inside because of the tinted windows, but when the passenger side window was lowered, she couldn’t help but smile.

i know i used to be crazy

that's 'cause i used to be young

you smiled and ning swore she was about to throw up from excitement. she practically bolted inside with her backpack and duffle, almost hitting her head on the roof when she got inside.

“hey, stranger,” you greeted her warmly, your eyes twinkling with joy. “ready to go home?” the chinese girl nodded, feeling a rush of emotions. she had missed you, she had missed seoul, she had missed her members.

 “more than ready.”

you tell me time has done changed me

that's fine, i've had a good run

“you didn’t forget anything, right?” you teased as you set the car into drive. the idol laughed at your remark before pretending to feign thought. “hm,” she hummed as she tapped her finger against her chin. “just this.”

ningning leaned over the center console and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.

your cheeks flushed with a warm pink, and you couldn’t help but smile and roll your eyes playfully. “definitely not something to forget,” you replied, feeling a happy flutter in your chest. with one hand on the steering wheel, you took the other and intertwined your hand in the idol’s.

“let’s go home.”

i know i used to be crazy

that's 'cause i used to be young

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑫.

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[world-of-wales]

THAT'S MY KING!

The Prince of Wales is visiting St. Michael’s Church of England High School in Sandwell to learn about the award-winning student-led initiatives available to pupils to support their mental health and wellbeing. The pupils had invited him to visit them last year on world mental health day, however due to a prior commitment, he couldn't visit that day. He had responded to the letter and is visiting them today as promised || 25 APRIL 2024

[theroyalsandi]

British Royal Family - The Prince of Wales talks to Freddie Hadley who tweeted a message to the Prince in October, during a visit to St. Michael's Church of England High School to learn about the award-winning student-led initiatives available to pupils to support their mental health and wellbeing in Birmingham, England. (Photo by Mark Cuthbert) | April 25, 2024

[mycolorscheme]

tw suicide i guess but it's from a research viewpoint mainly and also abuse within the nest. also this connects to the sunshine court bear with me

i wrote this whole essay a year ago on suicide clusters in schools and it was focused on high schoolers but a lot of my research came from adolescents as a whole and some of my sources were about college students and i learned a lot about how different factors can create suicidal behavior such as academic pressure, athletic pressure, etc and the combination of many factors only exacerbates this which is all pretty self explanatory but suicide clusters is the phenomenon of when a couple suicides leads to a domino effect of suicides and suicidal attempts. a mainstream pop culture example would be heathers (except the initial suicides were murder coverups) but on a more local scale this happens at a lot of schools and my high school was an example of it. part of why this happens is because it is (unfortunately) common for people to have suicidal ideation and tendencies, but once someone around these people commits suicide, it begins to feel like more of a tangible reality. in addition, being in an environment where even one suicides or death has occurred can often be very depressing and soul crushing and horrible and decrease people's mental states further.

as someone who did all this research and wrote a 10 page paper on this stuff, reading the sunshine court was incredibly interesting. these ravens are ultimately so traumatized and brainwashed beyond belief. they do not realize that they have been indoctrinated and have been part of a cult and they spent so long without being able to talk to anyone who could tell them how messed up the nest is.

like. they were not able to communicate with their families from the day they entered the nest. they were living on 18 hour schedules. they did not leave the nest unless necessary or interact with people outside of their team or ever really seen sunlight. that is beyond absolutely insane.

and their king, riko, kills himself (ironically also in a murder coverup, bringing it back to heathers). and then they are sent home to people they haven't talked to in years. and they don't know how to adjust back to normal life.

so of course they are lashing out. and it does not surprise me that they are trying to end their lives.

and then another one of their teammates kills themselves. and then another one. and then another one tries but is found before it is too late. and it creates this chain of suicides because what do they have to live for if not their team. they are a raven though and through, and even after they graduate and leave the nest, they never really leave. so they all get placed in suicide watch.

and then they are called back for the next season. and that is the worst thing that could possibly have happened to them in terms of their mental health. to make matters worse, they have a new coach who i cannot imagine they will instantly trust. and at the same time, their old coach that they were probably so frightened of but felt like they needed is nowhere to be found. and to add on, the entire power structure of the ravens has been dismantled, and they will all fight to be at the top.

and yes a lot of them are horrible people but a lot of it is a byproduct of the environment they were forced to survive in. some were already violent while others turned to violence when it became needed. they need time to heal and to process and to come to terms with the fact that what they endured was not normal. that playing a sport at a collegiate level, even for the chance to go pro, should not mean completely devoting your entire life to the sport and nothing but the sport. that it is crucial for their mental wellbeing to experience life and relax and have fun and eat junk food every once in a while.

and while i'm so glad jean is out of there and is able to start healing, my heart goes out to the ravens who are still stuck in the nest. because yes, they have the choice to leave, but they do not have the mental capacity to even realize that that is an option.

but i hope in the next book we see them slowly start to break. that the summer they had returning to normalcy alerted something inside of them deep down that what the nest is and how the ravens operate is so fundamentally wrong and so, so messed up. and i hope that the new coach isn't a bastard. but i don't have high hopes about that. to be completely frank.

all in all, the phenomenon of suicide clusters is a big issue, and i hope that at least one person found it interesting to read about the sunshine court and the ravens through the lens of suicide clusters. if you ever need mental support, there are more resources now than ever. your life is worth so much more than you could ever even comprehend. every little dot on this planet makes a difference. i love you all.

[obsolescent]

This Side of Paradise - Part One

Part Two

Pairing: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x GN!Reader

Summary: Kyle and you are roommates–flatmates–while you study abroad in the UK. He’s usually gone due to his work and it doesn’t bother you, at first. You like being alone and like little company, but you start to feel an odd pang after a traumatic event happens that causes him to come back from base early. 

Category/Prompt: Two-part series | "I'll take care of you."

Author's Notes: Ahhh I'm so excited to be participating in @glitterypirateduck's GazFest! I've been meaning to finish this and this has given me that push. This is also the first event I've participated in on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy!

Content Warnings: Swearing, mentions of a fire but not very descriptive, reader is from the southern US, reader is more introverted, Kyle is worried for your wellbeing.

Word Count: 1,267

Another night studying, another night alone. You don’t mind, being more on the reclusive side. You really don’t mind having to interact with others, you just prefer not to. Speaking of which, you quite enjoy having a roommate–flatmate, as he would say–that’s hardly home. He doesn’t correct you in a rude way, more like he’s trying to teach you to use more of the dialect here. He’s gone for months at a time every once in a while, typically it’s just a few weeks, then he’s back for a month and the cycle repeats. It has to do with the military, but that’s all he would say about his line of work. You have a part time job at a gas–petrol, he would correct you again–station. The cultural difference between home and here is a lot more than you were expecting, having been in America your whole life to suddenly being “across the pond.”

Though the interactions you have with people here are very amusing, the double takes when people hear you at work has you “hooting and hollering”, so to speak. Most ask for you to keep talking, interested in your accent. It’s led to a few good conversations, if you’re being honest. There’s a handful of some, though, who’ve heard you speak and think you’re dumber than a bag of rocks and let you know so. Those aren’t as amusing. Regardless, it’s been a pleasant experience overall while staying in the UK, especially with the one you’re rooming with.

Meeting Kyle was by chance. He had listed his…flat, on a website that helps students around the world find accommodation close to colleges and universities. You had seen in the listing that he wasn’t home often, and being more of an introvert, that seemed like the best option for you. You had reached out and agreed on a time to chat. He was more than what you were expecting in every which way. Charismatic, kind, funny, and definitely including looks. He’s a sight for sore eyes, that’s for sure. You’re glad he’s away for the most part, having someone around looking like that would surely be a distraction for you.

After that first initial conversation with Kyle, you were sure he would be the one you would be living with while studying abroad. After getting everything sorted out, between speaking with your advisor and obtaining a passport, you were set to fly out. Kyle practically demanded he pick you up and take you to your shared quarters, since the airport was quite a drive away from the apartment. He also mentioned wanting to show you around some. Ever the gentleman. Thankful for his offer at being a free tour guide, you take him up on the offer. You were glad to have met someone willing to help out and be so generous towards you, it was in his nature and you knew just by his interactions with you that he did this for everyone that came into his life.

Back to the present, it’s a Tuesday night, and there’s not much going on for you. After leaving work, you came home and made a quick dinner for yourself and settled down on the couch for a study session. You slide your earbuds in, unable to focus if it’s an actual song, and listen to sounds of nature, rain and the like. Hours have passed since you’ve immersed in your college work, sounds blaring through the speakers in your ears. You don’t realize the fire alarm has started blaring.

What finally gets you to notice is the sudden phone call that cuts the sounds out, a call from Kyle. He must’ve received an alert. “Hey–woah–I just noticed that–” “Bloody Hell! Are you still in the flat? Get outside! Christ!” You don’t even think, your brain going into panic mode, you snatch your shoes from beside the door and run for the stairs. You’re on the fifth floor, happy that you can see so much of the city, but not so happy in the event of a fire, like now. You’re not sure where the fire is located, you’re just hoping it won’t prevent you from reaching the exit. ‘What the hell would I even do if it is? Don’t think like that, just keep running, just keep going don’t think about it–’

“Are you there, love? You alright? Please say something–” Kyle’s frantic voice finally breaks through your internal monologue, earbuds still secured in your ears. “S-sorry, Kyle, I was just…I’m on my way down, I’m on the third floor now.” Your feet carrying you faster than you’ve ever ran before, you’re not seeing anyone else on the stairs…God, how long has the alarm been going off? What about the sprinkler system, why hasn’t it turned on already?’ “Thank God, it’ll be alright, just take some deep breaths and keep pushing, yeah? You’ll be outside before you know it. I’m right here with you.” His reassurance is welcomed, taking his advice, you begin some breathing exercises the best you can while scurrying down the flights of stairs.

Second floor, almost there. You feel like you’re flying down the steps, everything numb. You round the corner, about to hit the top step of the next flight when you see it. Fuck, that’s smoke. “K-Kyle, the fire, it’s on the second floor.” You begin to cough, covering your nose and mouth with your sleeve. “Fucking hell. Go back up to the previous floor. The hallway windows should have an external fire escape. Try those, yeah?” You nod your head even though he cannot see, trying to breathe like he told you to. You push the door open into the third floor’s hallway, the window to your right just a few feet away. You rush to it, having to yank on the window a few times before it pries open.

It’s one of those ladders that retracts, the end of it about 20 feet from the ground without the extension. You try releasing the mechanism that will release the other part to extend fully, but it won’t budge. You toss your shoes to the ground below, beginning to brace yourself to drop the rest of the way. “Did you get it?” You hear him ask, shuffling coming from his side of the call. “Y-yeah I got it, the ladder won’t extend all the way, fall’s maybe 20 feet.” “You can do it, love, just tuck your chin and lower your head when you drop. May be bruised and cut up some, but you’ll be alright, you can do it.” You get to the last rung, letting yourself dangle for a moment before taking the leap, literally. You take a deep breath and let go.

You hit the ground with an explosion of pain in your left arm. Letting out a cry of pain you hold onto your arm, moving other limbs in different directions to check their conditions. Kyle yells your name, “Hey! I need you to answer me, are you alright? What’s wrong?” Kyle cuts through the fuzziness in your brain. “F-Fuck. My arm, I think I broke it.” You begin to stand on shaky legs, testing the rest of your endurance. You falter and collapse to the ground, absolutely exhausted. The adrenaline must have worn off now that you’re no longer in immediate danger.

You lay your head back against the concrete, staring up at the night sky. The moon is bright and beautiful, hanging low. It’s the last thing you see before you slip into unconsciousness, Kyle calling your name over and over again lost to oblivion.

Tags: @sofasoap, since you tag me in your Gaz fics!

[thewales-family]

The Prince of Wales visits St. Michael's Church of England High School in Rowley Regis, to learn about the award-winning student-led initiatives available to pupils to support their mental health and wellbeing, in Birmingham, England -April 25th 2024.

[defectivegembrain]

Okay so the first day of the transition event was interesting. Like two of the student wellbeing staff remembered me from undergrad, another one from the neurodivergent group I used to go to near home, and also my former therapist was there accompanying her son! I am Known to people in the local mental health scene lol.

They took some of us in a group to finish registration and get our smartcards, which made it easier to cope with. I had a bit of a hard time afterwards because I was worrying if I'd scanned mine properly and then someone chatting to me asked about living in halls and the worry and homesickness combined to overwhelm me. But I sat in a quieter space for a while and then I felt better.

I ended up staying for some of the social activity part, which was a choice between pottery painting and a scavenger hunt around the city. Obviously I picked the painting, and I painted a pen pot with a picture of a black cat, like Podge because I miss her. I was worried about the social aspect of it before, but I ended up at the quiet table lol, like literally none of us spoke except when staff came round to chat. And focusing on the painting calmed me down a bit.

And even though I didn't really socialise, I feel a little less out of place now from spending time with the others. A lot of other people were visibly quite awkward and didn't initiate conversations, some people stimming, some people were also physically disabled and someone had a service dog. And I met someone who was coming back after having to leave, so I told them I had time off in undergrad too and that people are very welcoming when you come back. I hope it came across the right way.

[charlotte-of-wales]

The Prince of Wales visits St. Michael's Church of England School in Birmingham, England. The Prince was initially invited to visit the school in a letter posted on Twitter by twelve-year-old Freddie Hadley to learn about the award-winning student-led initiatives available to pupils to support their mental health and wellbeing | April 25, 2024

[fedzkun]

Hi! For the DadMight AU, how about an AU where before he's able to start as a techer at UA All Might first does some course that ends with some experience as a teacher at a random school, which also happens to be a school for a certain broccoli boy.

(This could be before or after AM and Deku first met)

Yagi Toshinori chose to work as a PE teacher, as it is technically closest to the Heroics job description. He looked through newspaper ads to see if there were any schools nearby that were hiring. And what luck! Aldera High School just opened up a position.

The previous PE teacher was fired for accusing Izuku of cheating, as Izuku was performing a lot better with the exercises. Normally, Izuku would keep to himself, but the bit of confidence he’d built up in the past four months of training with All Might pushed him to act and ask his mom to file a complaint, (which only prospered because Aldera’s faculty also hated the PE teacher). Besides, it ABSOLUTELY pushed Izuku’s berserk button to see his progress under his beloved idol’s training be devalued like that.

By some miracle, Yagi and Izuku kept from freaking out when Yagi introduced himself as the new PE teacher. They freaked out after class hours. Yagi told Izuku that he’ll try not to show too much favorable attention to him in Aldera, in consideration of Izuku’s social wellbeing.

Yagi never introduced himself as someone without a Quirk, so students and teachers treated him with the average amount of respect. Students also found his exercises fun, albeit too creative with the backstories. However, his instruction could be found lacking, as he’s unsure how to instruct students to do exercises that come naturally to him. This skill would develop over time.

By the time Yagi was training Izuku, recall that Bakugou Katsuki was laying off Izuku. Still, ever observant, Yagi noticed how students would always pick Izuku last when dividing into teams. So, he flipped the script and made Izuku a team captain for once, giving Izuku the chance to pick team members himself.

Given this opportunity, Izuku picked the ones who were always picked in the last half, usually those considered ‘benchwarmers’ or weak-Quirked. While initially having trouble getting the ones he’d picked to listen to him, Izuku managed to use friendship and analysis skills to turn his team into a compact offensive and defensive force.

Thank you for the DadMight AU submission!!!

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[sillyyuserr]

JSHK CHAPTER 113 SPOILERS ❗️❗️

BRO WHAT literally kill me why are they getting married

ion have much to say bout this other than wtf changed that made them ENGAGED?? Like thats so random i dont even think i can be mad about that

BRO

also its kinda nice how this almost confirms my suspicion of teru not liking aoi. I mean for one his initial reaction is to tease akane, and he blushed more when being held back by akane rather than when he found out he was ENGAGED to her

Which kinda confuses me, if this confirms he doesn’t like aoi, does that also confirm my other ‘suspicions’?

was this like actually a look of longing, rather than a look of fear, of ‘loosing akane-san to aoi’

Was this really a look of ‘he knows i like her, and he’ll do anything to stop us from being together’ rather than a look of ‘no idiot i don’t like her, i like YOU why can’t you see that’ a look of him knowing he can never really have him?? Aidairo shoving platonic teruaoi in your face can mean alotta things

Suggests teruaoi probably wont be canonized

Genuinley raises the question of why did he pretend

What does this mean for teru, akane & aoi

Also i feel like aoinene is getting more and more real but only on aoi’s end. old aoi wouldnt do the gay shit new aoi’s doing

Aoi has a light blush on her face when greeting nene, yet as soon as her attention is turned to that of two guys and or the only other ppl in the room (away from nene) the blush instantly disappears??

↓ Greeting nene Greeting teru/akane ↓

Her composure almost completely changes too, going from lovely and worried for nene’s wellbeing, to literally yelling at an upperclassman. Also the inclusion of flowers with the fancy frame on the left panel is gay asf like that shit only happens in shoujo romance mangas

also not to mention she had COMPLETELY forgotten why she even came to the student council when she saw nene, like she swept her from her feet

Anyway gay people REAL

[marzipanandminutiae]

Re: age preferences in shared housing.

I'm in my mid-30's in a VHCOL city and have lived with anywhere from 2-7 roommates for my entire adult life. At this point in my life, I would prefer not to live with someone in their early 20's. It has nothing to do with age-gap discourse and everything to do with the fact that I am old, cranky, and tired.

I was not a good friend in my early 20's, and there was a lot of learning and growing that I would do over the next 15 years to make me a better person today. I have no problem having a coworker or friend who is in that life stage, but it is another thing entirely to have it follow you home. (I recognize that bad roommates come in all ages--I am talking about the specific learning experiences that come with living on your own for the first time, like the 23-year-old who did not understand that the city in fact WILL shut off your water if you buy weed with the money your roommates give you to pay the utilities.)

That being said, we don't list a specific age preference in our posting. We are far more likely to describe the current makeup of the house as "quiet, clean professionals in our early-to-late 30's, prefer dinner parties to house parties" and let people self-select out.

We had a very nice 22 year old guy interview a few years ago, and on paper he would have been a good fit (quiet, clean, stable job). However, he brought his mother to the roommate interview, and all of us kind of balked at that. We were not interested in living with his mother and had concerns about how he would handle conflict/communication without bringing his parents into it.

I would consider interviewing another candidate in their early 20's again, but not without reservations.

(Please do not read this as combative--we are typically on the same page about most things. I just wanted to offer another perspective from someone in a similar housing situation.)

I appreciate your perspective! And I think we're on the same page about this, too.

The key here, IMO, is what you said a few paragraphs up- it's not really about age, but behavior. Someone on their early 20s is statistically more likely to be in their Partying and Irresponsibility Phase, but it's not a guarantee. My worst problem housemate was 35 (expected everyone to cater to intrusive needs they had not expressed in the initial housemate interview and walk on eggshells around them; fell back on their trauma as an excuse when we politely tried to have open conversations about the issues at hand, as a house where everyone's wellbeing was taken into account). And I've lived with some extremely conscientious 22-year-olds. A few more tidy than I am, in fact.

Also, what I've seen more of is twentysomethings who don't want to live with anyone older, not the other way around. Which I'm struggling to interpret in any manner besides the discourse-adjacent Anyone Over 25 Having Contact With Anyone Under 25 Is Creepy. I guess they might be trying to be considerate if THEY want to party, but like I said, these groups are mostly more on the hipster queer student side.

[world-of-wales]

THE PRINCE DIARIES ♔

25 APRIL 2024 || WEST MIDLANDS (1/3) : ST. MICHAEL'S CHURCH OF ENGLAND HIGH SCHOOL

The Prince of Wales visited in Sandwell to learn about the award-winning student-led initiatives available to pupils to support their mental health and well being. He was initially invited to visit the school in a letter by twelve-year-old Freddie Hadley in 2023. However, he was unable to visit at the time, but had commending Freddie and St. Michael's School for their work to tackle mental health challenges faced by pupils. St. Michael's Church of England High School employs a whole school approach to mental health and wellbeing and in May 2022achieved a gold standard award by the Carnegie Centre of Excellent for Mental Health in Schools. During the visit he met representatives of Student Voice and learnt about the various initiatives set up at the school to promote positive mental health and wellbeing. William also joined a session with the Matrix Project which was set up to shine a spotlighton male mental health and sees boys aged 11-14 meet weekly to develop ideas and projects to tackle mental health challenges. The group launched the #AmIManlyEnough campaign last year to tackle the stigma aroundmale mental health and encourage men and boys to communicate more about their feelings. Finally, took part in a workshop with a larger group of students who discussed a range of issues related to mental health and wellbeing, including designing their own calm kits and their dream wellbeing hub.

[searchingsomewhere]

All Too Well: Cursed Narrative, 4

{"And I'll dream each night of some version of you that I might not have, but I did not lose."}

CW: Some spice in this chapter. Semi-public, teeny bit of voyeurism if you squint. MDNI

poly!Gojo x OC x Geto

Cursed Narrative Masterlist

Part 3

Suguru kept in touch, just as he said he would. As days turned into weeks and then months, he always sent the same text every once in a while.

How's Daiki?

Miho would answer with a simple statement, catching him up on her wellbeing. Sometimes, if Satoru noticed the text on her phone while she was busy, he'd answer on her behalf. Daiki was doing well for the most part. She had yet to manifest her technique, like Megumi, but was still able to see Curses and, from what Miho could tell, had quite a bit of Cursed Energy. Yaga took the initiative to keep her with him, until she was old enough to attend the high school.

They kept their interactions short and sweet, and secret. Satoru and Miho had both agreed it was best to avoid alerting anyone to the texts. Suguru was behaving, for the most part.

Satoru was not.

"Satoru, this is risky," Miho protested, glancing around. His lips on her skin made her mind hazy.

"And? That's what makes it fun," he murmured into the crook of her neck.

He had successfully backed her into her desk in the library. It was the only time he deactivated his Limitless, when her touch ghosted his skin in the most delectable way; Darting under the collar of his shirt to dance along his collar bone and the back of his neck. Satoru grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the desk, spreading her legs open with his hips.

"You've been so on edge," he whined into her ear, "What's the matter?"

"We are in public, firstly-"

"There's no one here."

"Don't you have students waiting on you- Ah!" His teeth grazing the shell of her ear made her face flush. "And- And-"

Damn him, she thought, voice trailing off as his hands gripping her hips tightly. Despite herself, her gut began to warm with anticipation. As he brought his face to press his forehead to hers, her green eyes darted to his lips. How soft they seemed, so close. Satoru caught her look, a slight smile turning up the corner of his mouth.

"You were saying?" he whispered.

"...I can't remember," she admitted, eyes focusing on his mouth again.

He did her the favor of kissing her first, pressing his lips to hers hotly. It was a dance they'd done plenty of times before, but this was different. Since the encounter with Suguru, he'd been more needy, slipping his tongue past her lips and teeth to tangle with hers as if he wouldn't get another chance.

Miho wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. He was hungry it seemed, holding her tightly to his chest. Her hands tangled into his hair. She heard a ghost of a low moan rumbled from his throat as he moved against her. He pulled away from her, latching back to her neck. Miho bit her lip, trying to keep quiet. Satoru's fingers fumbled with the buttons on her blouse.

Her phone began to ring. Miho glanced over at it as it vibrated loudly on the desk.

"Satoru-"

"Let it ring."

"What if it's important?"

He lifted his head. His messy white hair fell into his gaze as he watched her with glowing eyes. "Nothing is more important than what's happening right now."

Miho rolled her eyes and grabbed her phone. It was from an anonymous caller. Satoru continued his trail of open mouth kisses down her chest as she brought the phone to her ear.

"H-Hello?"

"Miho. It's good to hear from you again."

Satoru stopped for only a second, recognizing Suguru's voice, before he peeled her blouse from her shoulders. His lips left a trail of fire down her chest, where his hands began to massage her breasts through her black bra.

"I wasn't expecting a call from you," Miho said, trying to keep her voice steady through the feeling of Satoru's tongue on her skin.

"...I wasn't expecting to call you, if I'm being honest," his voice wavered, pausing. "Did I call at a bad time?"

"The worst time, actually," Satoru said huskily into the phone. His hand wandered below, under her skirt, and Miho couldn't restrain the gasp that fell from her lips as he traced his fingers along the line of her underwear. "Care to leave a message?"

Suguru's chuckle was deep, dark. It sent odd shivers down her spine. Her face was flush and hot, and she shot Satoru an embarrassed look.

"I was simply calling to check in on Daiki," Suguru said, "But by all means, don't let me interrupt you."

Satoru scoffed against the flesh of her neck, sucking until the blood vessels broke, leaving a bruise just under her collar bone. Miho winced, moaning quietly. She did her best to keep her voice from reaching the phone, but Satoru grabbed it and held it to her ear as he was grinding his hardening length against her, almost as if he wanted Suguru to hear.

"Take care of her, Sa-"

Satoru snapped the phone closed and threw it behind him. It clattered against the floor, quickly forgotten as Satoru grabbed the back of Miho's legs to wrap them around his waist.

----

The line went dead.

Suguru leaned back in his chair. He truly had been calling to check in on Daiki, that was no lie. And while he hadn't expected to get an earful...

"Geto?" A woman's voice called from the door.

"Yes?"

"Your one o'clock appointment is here."

"Of course. Just give me a moment, please."

He closed his eyes, blowing air slowly from his mouth. His mind flashed him images of them, of the things Satoru could have been doing to pull those sounds from her. The white haired man's strangled, barely restrained voice echoed in his head.

What he'd give to see them unraveled like that.

His member stiffened and Suguru shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Next time, he'd be more careful to stay on the line.