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shebeafancyflapjack · 5 months ago

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Ten Questions For Silver

(Transcript of Alison interviewing my ghost oc for the Button House Archives)

Alison, recording/writing: Ten Questions For Silver. Okay, this isn't officially the first one but, I gotta ask it anyway, why the name change?

Silver: Two reasons. One, I always hated the name Louise. Bullies at school used to call me Louis or Lewis or, my favourite, Loo Face.

Alison: Fair enough.

Silver: Second reason, when I got into Wicca all the books said it was common to choose a more 'witchy name'. Silver is my favourite metal and corresponds with the moon. Robyn - with a y - because Robin Hood was always my favourite Disney hero as a kid.

Alison: Did you fancy the fox?

Silver: I might have fancied the fox, I think we can all admit to that.

Alison: No comment.

Silver: Plus the birds are pretty. No relation to a certain annoying caveman, just a coincidence. And Ravenstar because...it honestly just sounded cool.

Alison: Gotcha. Okay, onto the real questions. Where were you born?

Silver: Under the sign of Pisces, on a waxing moon evening-

Alison: I meant, like, geographically.

Silver: Oh. Colchester General, Essex.

Alison: And how did you die?

Silver: Julian keeps telling everyone I O.D'd on magic mushrooms, which is obviously a lie! It was a brain aneurism. Honestly, I just think he likes to make it clear he wasn't the only ghost who was high as a kite when he croaked.

Alison: *snigger*

Alison: Favourite food?

Silver: I was a bit of a chocoholic in life. Galaxy, Thorntons, Milky Bars, Munchies! Thank the gods my uncle was a dentist.

Alison: Hmm.

Silver: Ooh, if I had to pick one, it would be Echo bars!

Alison: I remember them. They got discontinued!

Silver: Noooooo! That's the saddest thing I've ever heard!

Alison: Sorry! Moving on then, favourite drink?

Silver: White Russian vodka. It was my first proper cocktail on my sweet sixteenth.

Alison: Nice. Favourite song?

Silver: Bring Me To Life by Evanescence. Which is kinda ironic, the more I think about it. Do you remember them?

Alison: Yeah, I was more a Girls Aloud sort of kid.

Silver: Oh. Plastic.

Alison: Sorry?

Silver: Nothing!

Alison: Uh huh. Favourite sport?

Silver: *long, drawn out groan* I guess...telling my teacher I was on my period to get out of P.E.

Alison: *snigger* I did that too.

Silver: Unless it was trampolining! That was pretty cool. And really hard to lose at.

Alison: Biggest regret?

Silver: Never getting to kiss a girl.

Alison: Aww, you died before your first kiss?

Silver: Oh no, I kissed loads, but they were all boys and...it was like 'meh'? I started realising I was more into girls but...never got the chance to 'test drive' if you get me. Fuck, that sounded misogynistic. I need to spend less time with Julian.

Alison: Well, you never know. It could still happen in your afterlife.

Silver: That's what Mary said. Don't suppose you happen to know any fit queer girls you could bring here and...?

Alison: What? Murder?

Silver: In a nice way! Painless and all that.

Alison: Is that not against your whole Wiccan code of not harming anyone?

Silver: Not if you do it.

Alison: Right. Well let's just stick in a pin that idea for now and I'll think about it, okay.

Alison: Fondest memory?

Silver: Oh, that's hard. There's a few from when I was alive, visiting Stone Henge with my dad, the first time we brought home my dog Jess when she was a puppy. But I guess I'd have to go with Winter Solstice 2009.

Alison: What happened there?

Silver: Well because of the whole, y'know, sleeping curse thing, I often miss out on major events, including holidays. Even the Sabbats, my pagan festivals. But that Yule fell on a full moon so I got to be awake. Even better, the guys all joined in with me and Robin to do our ritual! Even Mary got involved. She made herself to penance for weeks after but she joined in that night for me and...shit, I'm getting a bit teary now. I just never imagined I'd have friends like this, you know?

Alison: Aww! That is really sweet. Maybe I can join you guys on the next one?

Silver: That'd be cool. Fanny did the math and said the next full moon on the Solstice is...I think she said, 2038?

Alison: ....I'll set a reminder. And until then we can just have a little mini Christmas when you wake up around that time.

Silver: Yule. Not Christmas. Though it's basically the same, the Christians stole everything that's fun from pagan traditions. The tree, the wreath, even Father Christmas, they're all from Norse and Celtic culture, did you know that?

Alison: Yes, both you and Robin went on a very long rant about it when I was putting up the mistletoe.

Silver: That was mainly to keep Thomas away from you.

Alison: Oh! Then thanks for that.

Alison: Worst Trait?

Silver: I've been told that I can be too opinionated and that I also 'infodump' my interests to people when they're not interested, but I honestly think people just need to try to have more of an open mind, if they just tried to look outside their own bubble they'd be surprised what they could learn, I mean look at Mary, when she first met me she had all these preconceived judgements and misinformation about witchcraft but when she took the time to listen I went into all the history-

Alison: (Author's Note: my wrist began to cramp from attempting to write this answer down so I let Silver continue talking while I quickly washed the dishes, did the ironing and sorted mine and Mike's dinner for the evening before sitting back down with her).

Silver: -and now she understands that the devil of her religion and the Horned God of my practice are two separate entities, and that was just another lie spread by the church to make us seem evil when we're not.

Silver: Sorry, what was the question?

Alison: Oh you already answered it, it's fine.

Alison: Final question. Do you have any words of advice?

Silver: Don't do drugs.

Alison: That....makes sense.

Silver: Nah, I'm just kidding. Uh, to quote my favourite other dead person; speak as you find and don't let any man take away your voice.

Alison: Wow. She really was special, wasn't she.

Silver: (a/n: she nods, suddenly quiet and staring at her hands)

Alison: You okay?

Silver, smiling: Yeah, I'm just...still really bummed about those Echo bars, you know?

Alison: Yeah, I miss them too. Thank you, Silver.

Silver: Thank you. Blessed Be and Merry Part.

Alison: ....Indeed.

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts fanfic #the button house archives #oc: silver #ghosts oc #alison cooper #mary guppy #robin the caveman

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fatphobiabusters · 2 years ago

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Hi, I recently had a friend participate in the trend of saying "haha why is our P.E teacher fat (derogatory)". And was wondering what you can even respond to that.

Some ideas off the top of my head:

I would be surprised if weight was part of the job requirements. That would be kind of messed up.

Maybe we don't actually know the teacher's abilities just by looking at their body?

I'm pretty sure outward appearance isn't a receipt for a person's entire medical, health, or fitness history.

Does someone's appearance tell you all of their life's experiences? Maybe the teacher has a lot of experience with this subject? It would be a shame to immediately assume they don't just by how they look.

Has someone ever assumed you can't do something before because of your appearance too? (This can especially be applicable if your friend is also part of an oppressed group that causes them to be judged for how they look.)

So you're okay being denied a job in the future based on your appearance then? I thought it wasn't legal to deny someone's application due to their body's characteristics?

Why does that matter?

Haha, why is our friend being a jerk? (This is using the same structure of their own comment to point out how terrible they're being. I've also been writing these responses as if your friend made this joke while with your friend group if they're a part of that.)

Do you know how to teach this class?

Do you have 20 years of teaching experience or a degree in education?

I don't know, maybe you should go ask them why their body doesn't meet your standards?

You're thin, are you athletic/fit/good at sports/active? Then maybe you're not in a place to judge. (This is if the person is thin and is being hypocritical when they can't even do what they're claiming your teacher can't do. This is similar to when fatphobic people say it's "unrealistic" for fat people to be represented in a video game since they claim fat people can't do things like scale buildings even though most thin people in real life can't do so either.)

Have you ever personally seen the teacher not be able to do something?

Hey, I don't want to keep talking about this. It doesn't feel right to judge someone for their body.

I don't feel good judging someone's body. It feels mean.

I'm not going to participate in this.

I don't think you understand what you're doing right now.

We don't know anything about our teacher's life except what they tell and show us in class.

I don't think being fat is as bad as being a jerk.

Let's talk about something else.

I think the teacher is nice and doesn't need to change.

You're making me feel bad about my own body. (This is more so applicable if you also are fat.)

Hey, how would you feel if someone made these kinds of comments about you behind your back? Maybe we shouldn't do the same to other people.

I don't believe fatness and fitness are mutually exclusive. If they were, then there wouldn't be so many fat weightlifters, wrestlers, shot-putters, and other professional fat athletes.

I mean, there are fat people in the Olympics so...maybe there's more to being good at sports than body type?

These sorts of comments are what make it hard for our fat classmates to feel comfortable in this class. Imagine how awful it would be to attend a class and know everyone is mocking and judging your body? It's hard to even try a sport while constantly being judged. Even if you don't care about the teacher, let's at least make this class safe for our fat classmates to participate in.

This makes me uncomfortable.

All of these options are very soft, subtle, and not very confrontational since you said this is your friend, so you might not feel comfortable being more forward about the topic with them. Especially since most people don't understand fatphobia or unbiased weight science, and it is a lot to ask of you to educate them on such a big topic and defend fat people's right to exist in a single interaction. These suggested responses can be changed to be more confrontational, upset, or harsh depending on what you feel comfortable saying, like swapping "jerk" for a harsher word. Phrasing your response using words like "I," "I think," "We," etc. helps make it less confrontational as well, which also might have a better chance of creating positive change depending on the situation.

You can always give a couple sentence gist of fat activism, like saying "Weight doesn't equal health" or "Fat people are just as capable as the rest of us" or "Fat people experience a lot of oppression, and we are doing that to our teacher right now." But again, that can be difficult to do since your friends might not be understanding or might try to debate you about it, and debates aren't easy if you're anxious and haven't prepared for the debate even when your side is right.

Some of these responses should also only be used if you're okay with your friend possibly responding to what you said, like the suggestions that are questions. If you prefer to just end the conversation/jokes, being direct and saying you're uncomfortable should be enough. And saying you're uncomfortable even without explaining why or defending fatness explicitly will imply that what they're saying isn't good and might still make them think.

I hope these suggestions are helpful! Hopefully your friend won't make a comment like this again in the future.

-Mod Worthy

#ask #Nacho hologram #Fatphobia #Mod worthy

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fatfables · 8 months ago

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A sample section from my story, Alonzo: A Fat Fable.

Read the full story and more for free at fatfables.com

The Currywurst Incident

In school Alonzo was not the most popular kid, but he did have some friends. The worst of his greed and selfishness played out at home. In school the chubby young boy had to fit in with the others. He had to attend maths and English classes, the same as everyone else. Yes, he was always the first in line in the dinner queue. Yes, he always asked the dinner lady for one extra potato/sausage - which he normally got. And yes, he was always first up begging for seconds or even thirds. But, he was not the only kid in the school to behave like this at lunch times. And for some reason he didn’t mind the teasing from the other boys about his eating habits. Or his soft, round gut that stuck out over the top of his trousers.

The only time that he would really annoy his young friends was in sports class. Now, Alonzo was obviously not the sporting type. He would make up all sorts of excuses, and come in with all sorts of notes for the P.E. teacher to explain away why he couldn’t partake in badminton, tennis, football, or any of the other games that the majority of children liked to play.

In fact it’s probably correct to say that between the ages of about 11 and 13 Alonzo took no part in sports classes at all. He would just sit on the bench at the side of the gym hall with his potbelly resting in his lap, his two year old gym top far too small for him. It clung tightly around his soft chest and rode up on the top of his plump stomach, his soft muffin top rolling out under the sides. His gym shorts were always stretched skin tight around his bulking thighs. For some reason he had never bothered to get new gym clothes that fit. Perhaps it was because he knew deep down that he was never going to take part in any sporting activity ever again. He would just sit there every gym lesson watching intently while the other boys ran around, sweating and shouting until the back of their shorts became wet and clung to their backsides. Whilst engaging in this subconscious voyeurism he would sneakily munch on candy and chocolate bars that he had smuggled into his gym bag that morning.

As an older teenager he seemed to take joy in growing out of his new school uniform. Shirts that fit perfectly in September were bursting open and losing buttons by mid-November. Especially the lower buttons on his shirt which were popped off by his straining stomach after a particularly heavy lunch one day.

For the rest of the year he went to school every day with his soft belly sticking out the bottom of his shirt, his deep navel surrounded by layers of fat, clearly on display for everyone to see. The greedy teeanger was starting to wear his fat with pride. He could always have asked his parents to buy him some new bigger shirts. They absolutely would have done it. Though for some reason unknown to him at the time he didn't bother asking for new clothes. He thought the ones he had fitted just fine.

One time when he was 17, on a cold January day, he ripped his school trousers open at the back whilst bending over to pick up a chip from the ground that had dropped from his little wooden takeaway fork.

This was outside the local pizzeria/kebab house that you find in every German town. Alonzo and his friends were now old enough to leave the school premises and buy their own lunch. Alonzo’s favourite was Currywurst and chips - big fat frankfurter sausages smothered in mountains of curry sauce with masses of chips on the side.

Tariq the young son of the Turkish owner knew Alonzo by name as he was just about their best customer. The good looking young Turk always made sure to give Alonzo extra sides and bonus large portions in order to keep the gluttonous teenager coming back to the restaurant everyday.

Tariq would make comments about Alonzo’s size and smile at him through his deep brown eyes, teasing him about his weight while enabling him to keep gaining fat at an exponential rate. Alonzo was blissfully unaware of any ulterior motives, he just thought that Tariq liked him.

So the chip fell on the floor, and in his haste not to waste a single gram of food, Alonzo bent down to pick it up. His wide chunky buttocks were already pushing out against the tight cloth of his tailored school trousers. The same ones he had struggled to button up that morning as he’d sucked in his huge bulging stomach. The same trousers that he was wearing with no underwear underneath, having given up on wearing boxer shorts just before Christmas. All his underwear was at least two sizes too small for him nowadays, and regardless going commando gave him a funny tingly feeling that he liked.

He liked that he was naked under those tight trousers. He liked the thought of his soft fat flesh being more open and accessible. He liked this even though his school trousers had been digging uncomfortably into his midriff all morning while he sat through two and a half hours of tedious biology lessons about the digestive system and the need to eat a balanced diet.

So as he bent over he heard a ripping noise as his tight trousers split across the seam that ran perfectly up between his two plump heavy round swollen buttcheeks. He went red in the face as his friends pointed and laughed at his fat bare ass sticking out in the middle of the busy street.

Tariq came running out of the restaurant to see what all the commotion was about. Upon seeing Alonzo’s fat naked flabby ass he stopped and smiled. Alonnzo looked up at him and met his beautiful deep brown eyes with his own blue eyes and smiled back. It was at that very moment when the two young boys looked into each other's souls that Alonzo realised that his swollen fat ass wasn’t the only thing that had caused his trousers to burst open. He was carrying the biggest boner in the front of his broken trousers. It was as clear as day for all to see. His solid young dick sticking proudly up, poking him in the underside of his heavy bloated gut.

Alonnzo laughed, Tariq laughed. The momentary shame that Alonzo had felt washed quickly away and was replaced with a real sense of pride. He was a greedy, lazy, sexy, fat fuck and he loved it!

His friends stared with amazement, completely nonplussed at the sight of their fat friend now semi-naked in the street, his arsehole and hard cock proudly on display for everyone to see. Alonzo’s belly was heaving up and down as he struggled to calm his laughter. As he regained his composure he sat his heavy bulk down on a bench by one of the tables outside the fast food place. The bench creaked under the weight of his fat naked ass. He then continued to eat his lunch with even more vigour - as if nothing strange had happened.

As he bit greedily into a sausage Tariq pointed over the road and said “Who are those two girls?”

It was Alonzo’s sisters. They had seen the whole debacle and were standing with gaping mouths wide open staring at their fat embarrassing brother. Their faces pale and eyes aghast at the horrifying scene that they had just witnessed. As Alonzo took them under his gaze he smiled broadly and felt his hard cock and arsehole twitch. Fuck those evil cunts he thought to himself as he finished off the last calorific curry smothered sausage and wiped the sugary sauce off his plump greedy lips. Only Tariq noticed the brief look of sheer joy and ecstasy on Alonzo’s sweet, fat, round face.

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fshoulders · 9 months ago

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Incredibly true. I went through 10 years of compulsory Physical Education at school and all it did was make me miserable and contemptuous of fitness and anyone who pursued it. The President’s Tests, getting picked last, my chronic asthma: a boring litany of humiliation — the first few years of it set to the A and B side of one single mix-tape (no wonder I still have trouble liking 80s pop.)

Past a certain point, of course, my bad attitude didn’t help. I remember walking the compulsory mile without running at all as a sort of dumb-insolence protest. Running in particular was absolute misery and even after my asthma diagnosis, no one understood (least of all me) that even when I didn’t have any attacks, I was walking around with 50% large airway occlusion and was not faking being devastatingly (excuse me, “over-dramatically”) winded after one or two laps.

Whenever I actually enjoyed something (obstacle course, hurdles, climbing wall, racquet sports) the teachers seemed bemused. When I got too involved in flag football or basketball and ran myself into a wheezing mess, I don’t remember any support or advice. Gods help you if you “whined” to a female P.E. teacher that you didn’t feel up to running because you had bad cramps.

I now know that if I watch my lungs and my heart rate, I can take short breaks and return to running, and if I do that over time my asthma — not just my performance, but my 24/7 experience of small lung capacity — is improved. I now know that moderate aerobic exercise and calisthenics can reduce the knock-on muscle tension and gut problems that come with cramps, and if done regularly can actually reduce the cramp pain. None of that was ever taught to me in P.E., even when I went to a posh high school with a class size of around 15.

I don’t have an Education degree and I don’t know how P.E. classes should be taught to make them not a smelly echoing hell of social cruelty: but I know it would do a lot of good. P.E. should teach kids how to listen to their bodies and find things they like and are good at to pursue lifelong; teach them how exercise can benefit them and their happiness and health.

Instead, it put me off the entire topic so much it’s a wonder that at age 24 I randomly felt like running one day. I scraped some shorts out of a drawer and put on my high school junior varsity tennis team shoes and ran until I was tired, then stopped and rested, the ran again. I got to stop whenever I wanted. I got to decide when to turn around and go home. No one was looking at me and jeering. When I took a puff of my inhaler, no one was examining me for signs of malingering. It was an immense yet stupid revelation, and one I absolutely shouldn’t have had to bumble and wheeze into by myself.

more people would exercise if this culture didn't make it absolute hell

#life lessons #p.e.#i hide when i exercise #asthma #childhood #social cruelty #take a lap #more hustle #everyone else can do it #physical education #running #health at every size #fitness #i’m fat and I run #menstrual cramps

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krmangalamworldschool · 8 days ago

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The Importance Of Physical Education In Schools

With more technological advancements, the lack of physical activity has increased a lot in recent years. This is why the importance of physical education in schools has increased a lot as almost one-third of a child’s day is spent at school where physical activities can be integrated in a much more effective and engaging manner. So in this blog, we’ll dive into the importance of physical education in schools and how schools can integrate physical activities to improve the health of their students.

What Is The Importance Of Physical Education In Schools

The most important thing in the world is to have a healthy body and mind that can get you through any situation you face and regular physical education is the perfect gateway to that. Through multiple physical education techniques like sports, dance, exercises, etc. students can be taught the benefits of physical activity.

What Are The Benefits Of Physical Education In Schools For Child Development

Physical education has always been an integral part of the curriculum in schools like K.R. Mangalam World School, Vaishali where physical fitness is valued as much as academic excellence. Here are some of the mental and physical benefits of physical education in schools:

Improved Physical Health

Increased physical activity fosters many physical health benefits that include enhanced muscular strength, improved quality of sleep, better resilience, and better overall fitness. For better physical health, schools often incorporate activities like walking, sprinting, exercises, aerobics, strength training, and multiple sports that enhance the immune system while improving the physical health of students. The earlier these activities are introduced, the quicker you can see the physical benefits.

Mental Wellness

It’s not just physical health that improves when you train your body but also your mental well being. With increased physical activity, a significant improvement in cognitive skills can be noticed in the long run. Incorporating physical education with academics can also be a great way to destress from the built-up mental stress which can divert students from all their anxiety and uplift their mood, creating a positive attitude and helping with their emotional stability.

How Does K.R. Mangalam World School, Vaishali Integrate Physical Education For Students

At K.R. Mangalam World School, Vaishali, we have ensured that physical education is given as much priority as academic excellence by integrating physical activities, sports, and, projects into our curriculum. Through sports like table tennis, yoga, skating, cricket, martial arts, etc. K.R. Mangalam World School, Vaishali, ensures that the students get involved in some sort of physical activity to keep themselves mentally and physically fit.

Here, we have dedicated P.E. Teachers, trained professionals, sports facilities, equipment, and high capacity grounds to ensure there are no hurdles in the physical education aspect of our school.

It’s A Wrap

Physical education has become an important aspect of the modern day education system where most people are leading sedentary lifestyles. Schools like K.R. Mangalam World School, Vaishali, have already noticed the importance of physical education in schools and are doing their best to make their students physically and mentally healthy by integrating physical education into their curriculum.

#physical education #physical activity

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tesshoundi · 2 years ago

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Mystery Magnets Volume 1 chapter 5

AN: I don’t have one for this chapter

Mick was back at school for the first time since he’d been in the hospital. While he was feeling a bit woozy he thought he could handle it overall. Finick wasn’t with him as he’d come down with the flu over the weekend. One thing Mick was glad about is that he got to sit out during P.E for a few days. Even when he wasn’t feeling woozy Mick never liked P.E. He hated sports.

Mick was sitting out with Jacques during P.E. Jacques always sat out because his stitched mouth made it hard for him to breathe when doing physical activities. The P.E teacher was forced to let him sit out by the principal after he collapsed from lack of air on the first day. Mick liked Jacques a lot because they share many interests. Both of them are huge fans of Edgar Allan Poe’s writing and often ‘talk’ about the subject. When they met over the summer at an art gallery they got locked in, and they had quite the odd adventure. Jacques is a Trebil With porcelain skin and lavender hair which obscures one of his dull blue eyes. Just like Mick he enjoyed wearing striped shirts though he preferred blue and white to Mick’s Black and white.

Jacques had a very dry sarcastic sense of humor similar to Mick’s own and they both saw the world in the same way. Both of them are glass half empty sort of guys always able to see the negative about anything. Both of them have a sort of perma frown that acts as their default expression. Whenever Mick isn’t hanging out with his typical friend group he’s likely spending time by himself or with Jacques.

After school Mick was walking home when he heard an odd noise from behind him. Since Finick was gone Mick was walking home alone as none of his friends still attended highschool aside from Jacques and he lived outside of town in the Outskirts which was located in the opposite direction from Mick’s house. Mick turned around to try and see what it was but felt something strike him in the back of the head. He swiftly fell towards the ground quickly losing consciousness as he tried and failed to make out his assailant.

Bronzing had just hopped out of the shower when she heard her phone ring. She grabbed it off of her dresser and flipped it open asking who it was.

“Hey Bronzing?” Finick said, sounding like he was on the verge of tears.

“Yeah Finick what’s up?” Bronzing replied softly as she heard his tone.

“Do you think you could look for Mick? He didn’t come home tonight” Finick asked followed by a fit of coughing.

“Sure buddy” Bronzing said, now worried about her friend. While it was common for Finick to head off elsewhere after school Mick always came straight home.

“Call if you find anything I’ll be waiting.” Finick said

“What about Mick’s mom?” Bronzing asked, wanting to make sure she was informed of the situation.

“She’s out on some kind of business trip; there isn’t any service wherever she is,” Finick answered. They said their goodbyes and Bronzing finished getting dressed, putting on her sweaters and heading out.

Bronzing had started by investigating the few places that Mick hung out around town choosing to start with the library. The public library was very large and it took her a couple hours to make her way around the building. She didn’t see any sign of him the entire time.

She went to a small bookstore Mick frequented next. While she was There she saw one of Mick’s other friends, Jacques and tried asking him if he’d seen Mick. While Bronzing didn’t understand Jacques’ gestring very well she thought he was telling her that Mick had been heading home. Bronzing thanked him and headed out.

Bronzing had pulled out her phone and dialed Finick waiting for him to pick up.

“Hello?” Finick asked as he grabbed the landline hop;ing Bronzing had found something.

“Hey Finick I have some bad news” Bronzing said

“What is it?” Finick winced.

“Mick’s friend Jacques saw him heading home so something happened to him on the way” Bronzing said trying to keep the worry out of her voice.

“We need to figure out what happened,” Finick said, voice raising in pitch.

“I’ll call Quinn they could try and get into the street cams and we could look there” Bronzing offered

“Isn’t that illegal?” Finick asked as he had a coughing fit

“While it pains me to say this Quinns lack of caring about laws will be of use here. Bronzing lamented

Quinn had just made it to the Karaoke joint in the mall when their phone had started ringing. As Quinn rarely got calls this surprised them so they flipped open the phone and answered

“Hello” They said as they stepped off to the side to avoid other patrons.

“Hello Quinn Finick and I need your help.” Bronzing said.

“What’s going on?” Quinn asked as this was very odd for them. Bronzing was very strict in her law following and the main ways they could provide meaningful help besides driving we’re minor crimes and misdemeanors.

“Mick’s missing and we need to find out what happened to him” Bronzing started “Could you get us the street cam footage?” Bronzing asked

“Yeah of course I can,” Quinn responded nonchalantly.

“Could you bring today’s over to Mick’s and we’ll look over it together?” Bronzing asked

“Alrighty but I’m not getting near Finick when he’s this sick, '' Quinn stated. They said their goodbyes and Quinn headed out to their van where Alfred was waiting.

“You’re back early” Alfred stated in a questioning tone imploring them to explain.

“I got a call from Bronzing” Quinn said as they headed further into the van to change clothes.

“What did she want?” Alfred asked as Quinn’s skirt was tossed nearby as they changed.

“She wants the street cam footage from over by Mick’s place” Quinn responded as they pulled on a dark pair of pants.

“Is something wrong?” Alfred asked, voice dripping with concern.

“Mick’s missing and she’s trying to find him,” Quinn said, hopping over the back of the passenger’s seat.

“He’s missing?” Alfred said her concern intensifying

“Yeah that's what she told me” Quinn responded as they finished wiggling into the driver's seat. “Hold on” Quinn told Alfred as they pushed the gas pedal down driving towards the traffic station.

Quinn had arrived though it was getting dark as their van approached. It was better this way for them though as their dark clothing would blend in better. They grabbed their small bag full of things they’d need and headed for one of the outer vents. They unscrewed the bottom of the cover flipping it open and entering the vent through it caught their tail as the cover closed back. Quinn hissed in pain as their tail was crushed by the metal.

Quinn opened another vent cover when they found the room that housed tapes after they were used. They dropped onto the floor landing as gracefully as a deflated dodgeball as their jaw smacked against the tile. They quickly recovered and looked at the dates until they found Mick’s street number and the current date. They grabbed all of the available tapes, deciding to grab some from adjacent streets to review as well. They stuffed the tapes into their bag and climbed back into the vent with the assistance of a chair rescrewing the vents on the way out.

Bronzing was sitting on one of the couches in Mick’s living room and his father Joseph offered her some coco he’d just made. Finick was sitting on a chair on the other side of the room wrapped up in blankets as he sipped his own cup of coco.

“Thank you Mr. Toggle,” Bronzing said as she was handed the mug. He gave her a smile and walked into the kitchen grabbing a couple more cups before heading upstairs.

There was knocking at the door and Bronzing got up to answer it hoping it was Quinn with the tapes. She opened the door revealing that it was Quinn accompanied by Alfred who was helping them carry tapes.

“Hey guys come on in,” She said as she held the door open. She’d already told Joseph that some more friends were coming over. Quinn and Alfred set the tapes on the coffee table and took seats on one of the couches. Bronzing went over to the VHS player and turned it on then she turned her attention to the pile of tapes. She grabbed one labeled with Mick’s street at 2PM - 3PM. She popped it in the slot and pushed start. The group skipped around the video but didn’t see any signs of Mick in the footage.

They spent hours looking through the tapes and were invited to stay the night by Mick’s father who had started dinner in the other room. They were half way through the 5th tape when Jasmine and her friend Rosa dashed downstairs both being very loud as they passed the living room into the kitchen. Jasmine came back a few minutes later helping her father carry bowls of pasta into the living room. They sat them on end tables next to the group getting a chorus of thank yous in return. The group took a break to eat then they continued their rigorous search through the footage.

After a few more hours and countless cups of coco they finally found footage of Mick walking home a few blocks away. They watched as a figure came up behind him but then the footage cut out leaving the assailants' identity a mystery. The group looked at one another in shock as the tape continued playing in the background. Finick started freaking out after he’d processed what he’d just seen. Joseph came out of his room and went to comfort Finick during his freak out silently asking the others what had happened. Bronzing explained what they’d seen on the tape.

When Finick had calmed down the group discussed the course of actions they would have to take.

“We need to find Mick” cried Finick as he was the most upset at the recent development.

“We know where he was taken so we could try to find evidence of who took him by investigating tomorrow” Bronzing suggested.

“That sounds like a solid plan” Alfred chimed in as Quinn kept getting distracted by a shiny candle holder In the living room.

“Alright then Quinn” Bronzing responded. Quinn wasn’t paying attention.

“Quinn!” Bronzing said more forcefully

“Yeah” Quinn said snapping out of their kleptomanic daze

“I need you to return the tapes to the traffic station.” Bronzing responded

“After all I went through to get them why don’t we just keep them” Quinn responded

“Quinn” Bronzing growled giving Quinn a hard glare’

“Alright we’ll head out and return them” Quinn said as Alfred and them got up to leave.

Quinn had gotten into the driver's seat when Alfred asked them

“You’re not planning on returning those are you?”

“No, why would I? Quinn answered as they set the tapes on the floorboard. Before they started driving towards the mall parking lot.

Bronzing headed up to the guest bedroom to stay the night as she didn’t want to be out after dark knowing Ficky was still functional. She’d never seen the guest room at Mick’s before but it was just as homey as the rest of the house. The room like most of the house was an odd clash of styles that managed to work together in an odd way. Like in every room there was an abundance of silver candle holders which she’d learned a while back belonged to Mick’s mom. There was a bear skin rug that covered the majority of the spruce floor. The room was a mix of gold, red and silver with gothic furniture mixed with cabin-like wooden furniture and animal skins. Bronzing fell deeply into sleep's embrace as she laid beneath the fluffy covers.

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Bronzing woke up early the next morning covered in sweat which was very odd. She got out of bed and headed downstairs. Finick surprisingly was already up as he tended to sleep in when he had the chance. He was positioned by the house phone and had an untouched plate of pancakes to the side of him.

“Hey Finick” Bronzing Said

“Good morning,” Finick said tiredly “There’s Pancakes in the kitchen”

“Okay thank you” Bronzing said as she walked into the kitchen seeing Joseph cooking more pancakes on the stove. It looked like Jasmine and her friend Rosa weren't up yet. “Good morning Mr. Toggle,” Bronzing greeted and he gave her a warm smile before handing her a plate of pancakes. “Thank you,” Bronzing said before she took it into the living room. She sat across from Finick who still hadn’t touched his food. “Are you going to eat?” Bronzing asked as she knew he’d occasionally skip meals though it wasn’t good for his illness.

“I don’t think I can keep it down with how worried I am,” Finick said before he had another coughing fit.

“Don’t worry” Bronzing started “We’ll find something about who took Mick I just know it”

“I’m still worried because I don’t know if he’s alright or if he’s injured or if he’s alive” Finick said rapidly, voice increasing in volume.

“Finick, if they wanted him dead, would they have kidnapped him? No they’d of done it then so I bet he’s fine” Bronzing stated calmly “He might have a concussion or a couple broken bones but he’ll be fine in the end”

“Okie I guess that makes sense” Finick stated unsurely.

“I’m going to go get dressed” Bronzing said

“Okie” Finick said giving her a weak smile

Bronzing headed back up the stairs back into the guest bedroom and grabbed her change of clothes from her bag. As she got dressed she heard loud noises coming from the hall seemingly indicating that the kids were up. Once she had her sweaters on she went back downstairs to find Finick wearing his jacket.

“Ya cold buddy?” Bronzing asked as she looked at him questioningly.

“I’m coming with you” Finick said the most determined look he could muster on his face.

“No you’re staying here you’re way too sick to be out and about.” Bronzing said as Finick had another fit of coughing.

“Fine,” Finick said, slipping out of his jacket “But you’ll keep me updated right?”

“Of course now you just stay by the phone and I’ll call you if we find something okay”

“Okay” Finick said as Bronzing started her trek out the door. On her way out she saw Jasmine helping Joseph call into school for Mick in the absence of his mother. When Bronzing arrived outside Quinn’s van hadn’t arrived yet so she flipped open her phone and called them waiting for a response

Quinn was woken up by their loud ringtone and after the momentary shock scrambled to pick it up from its current place on the floorboard of the driver's seat. As they grabbed for it Alfred who had also woken up from the noise let out a long groan before turning back over on her mattress. Quinn managed to grab it and flip it open asking “Hello?” to the person on the other end.

“Hey Quinn” Bronzing responded on the other end as Quinn worked out the kinks in their neck caused by falling asleep in the front seat.

“Hey Bronzing whaddya want?” Quinn responded tiredly.

“Where are you?” Bronzing Questioned.

“The parking lot outside the mall, why?” Quinn sourly responded.

“We need to investigate where Mick was jumped, remember?” Bronzing said impatiently.

“Alright where are you?” Quinn asked as they put the keys in the ignition.

“I’m at Mick’s house,” Bronzing replied.

“Alright i’ll come pick you up,” Quinn responded as they started driving,

“Al I need you to put the tapes up before we pick up Bronzing,'' Quinn said as Alfred turned over in her cot again. “Al” Quinn said with more force.

“Why don’t you do it?” Alfred responded as she pulled the blanket tighter around her body.

I’m driving Al, If you just put them up I’d stop bothering you” Quinn said as they tried to keep the old van steady.

“Ffffffiiiiiiiinnnnnneeeeeee” Alfred whined as she grabbed the box of tapes and shoved them under a pile of Quinns stuff before returning to her cot.

“See, was that so hard?” Quinn said as they observed through the driver’s view mirror.

“You said you’d stop bothering me so zip it” Alfred as she pulled her head under the covers.

Bronzing watched as Quinn’s van pulled up and she started walking down the driveway.

“Hey Quinn!” Bronzing said as Quinn’s tired face leaned out the window.

“Hey Bronzing hop in” Quinn said irritatedly before leaning back in.

“Thanks” Bronzing said as she opened the back doors disturbing Alfred with the light. They started heading to the block Mick had been taken from.

After half an hour of driving they arrived. As they stopped Alfred finally woke up and the group exited the van. Bronzing took her phone out and flipped it open calling Finick to tell him that they had arrived.

“Hello?”

“Hey Finick Bronzing here we’re at Shrewsbury Glade”

“Really have you found anything yet?”

“No we just got here I’ll call you back when we do”

“Okay talk to you soon” Finick said nervously

“Okay bye” Bronzing replied as she hung up. The group proceeded to search the

sidewalks.

“I found something,” Alfred announced as she held up a black feather.

“A feather?” Quinn stated in a questioning tone.

“Yeah but who does it belong to?” Bronzing asked.

“Better question: how do we figure out who it belongs to?” Quinn asked “It’s a common

feather color and we don’t have equipment to test DNA”

“Could we just go to the police?” Alfred asked.

“I broke into their building last night,” Quinn stated “I we bring the case to them now they’ll

ask how we know he was kidnapped here, and I’m not volunteering to get arrested again”

“Well could yo-” Alfred started but was interrupted by a crash nearby. The trio looked over to the cause of the sound and saw that a trash can had been knocked over. The group looked in confusion.

“AHHH! Bronzing Screamed as she felt something tear into her back exposing bone as the flesh was ripped away. As she fell to the ground her companions turned revealing Ficky accompanied by two figures. As Bronzing hit the pavement her vision began to blur. She saw the smaller of their assailants approach her, the figure little more than blobs of color in her vision as spots covered her sight. Swiftly things went dark as her unconscious form lay bleeding on the street.

When Bronzing came to she was laying on something soft and she smelled a mix of coffee, moss, and sweaty clothes. Her vision was still blurred and all she could make out were indistinct colorful shapes. As her vision started to clear she saw she was laying in a pile of clothes that were slowly soaking in her blood. The pain returned as she lay there bleeding slowly.

After what felt like hours she heard a voice though she couldn’t make out what was being said. Everything sounded like it was underwater. She saw red and felt a jolt of pain as she was lifted out of the pile and she felt something be removed from her chest then she felt a tight squeeze before being laid back down in the pile. The world went dark again as she passed out.

Bronzing woke up again in excruciating pain though her vision had cleared allowing her to better take in her surroundings. She was clearly in Quinn’s van as she could see many of their belongings packed around. She heard the door open and tried to turn her head towards it causing pain to shoot up her spine.

“Hey Bronzing, how're you feeling?” Quinn asked as they noticed she was awake.

“Bad” Bronzing managed to horsley wheeze out.

“Do you want some pain killers?” Quinn asked as they looked through a filing cabinet in the corner of the room.

“Yeah” Bronzing weezed as she attempted to sit up.

“Here let me help,” Alfred said as she helped Bronzing into a sitting position. Quinn came over with a bottle of water and a few painkillers. They handed them to Bronzing who quickly took the medicine before washing it down with water. Bronzing tried to move out of the pile of now ruined sundresses but caused herself more pain in the process. Alfred sighed and helped her move into one of the bean bag chairs.

“What happened?” Bronzing asked as the pain started to subside.

“After you passed out” Alfred started “Ficky lunged at us while the girl in the blue dress tried to grab you”

“She’s the person we saw on the ship” Quinn said

“I knocked her out of the way and dragged you into the van while Ficky was busy with Quinn” Alfred continued

“She ruined my jacket,” Quinn complained.

“After you were in the van I grabbed Ficky’s attention so they could get in.” Alfed stated, “When they were ready to drive I hopped in the back and we speed off”

“Okay where are we now? What time is it?” Bronzing asked.

“We’re in the mall parking lot,” Quinn responded.

“It's ten o'clock,” Alfred responded.

“Ten?!” Bronzing asked worriedly.

“Yeah?” Alfred responded confusedly.

“Finick must be worried,” Bronzing said as she reached into her pocket for her phone… Only to find it totaled

“I’ll call him,” Quinn awkwardly offered, seeing the destroyed device.

Finck was putting his jacket on preparing to bike over to Shrewsbury Glade to check on his friends. The house phone suddenly rang and he sprinted over to it hoping it was them.

“Hello?” Finick hurriedly asked as he picked up.

“Hey Finick” Quinn’s voice responded from the phone.

“Quinn what happened!?” Finick asked, waiting desperately for their response.

“I’m going to hand the phone over to Bronzing. She'll explain it” Quinn said as Finick heard rustling over the receiver.

“Finick, can you hear me?” Bronzing’s weak voice asked.

“Bronzing, are you okay?” Finick asked, worried by the sound of her voice.

“I could be better,” Bronzing admitted.

“What happened?” Finick asked.

“We had a run in with Ficky,” Bronzing explained.

“DId she Kidnap Mick?” Finick asked softly more to himself.

“I don’t think so” Bronzing started “We found a black feather where he was,”

“This is weird” Finick said wondering how Ficky fit into this. “Are you coming back?”

“I’m going to grab some clothes from my place then I'll come over.” Bronzing responded. “I’m gonna go now okay?”

“Okie” Finick said as he heard the line go dead.

When Bronzing arrived she immediately caught the attention of Joseph who took her bag before helping her upstairs. Finick had already gone to bed as it was after midnight. She laid on her chest as Joseph set her bag on the floor. He turned the lights off before closing the door and walking down the hall.

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togglessymposium · 9 months ago

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Reminded, distantly, of a reading program my (public) school had in 5th grade. The deal was this- you'd read a book from the school library, then answer a short quiz about it. In retrospect this was a fairly amazing feat, I have no idea how they wrote a quiz for most of the books in their library, but they almost always had one. If you could demonstrate reading comprehension with the quiz, you got a certain number of points, and the points could be spent on concessions and prizes.

At the low end this was the sort of eraser/pencil/sticker stuff you'd expect, but at the high end they offered days off from school. It took around 10-15 books' worth of points, but every six week period they'd load up a small bus with whichever kids bought the prize, take them to the mall, buy them pizza, and set them loose in the arcade all day.

(This is at least a third of the reason why I'm still so fond of the Redwall book series.)

Anyway, the point is that I think many challenges faced by schools these days follow not from the multiplicity of functions they serve or the tension between those functions, but from the fact that everyone is devoted to the polite fiction that they're purely educational, and that all this other stuff is secondary. Most of the times I was happiest in school- and, indeed, the times I felt most seen and respected in school- were when the teachers and powers that be acknowledged that they didn't really have much to teach me, and offered a safe, comfortable space to hang out, explore my interests, and make friends. A universal program of education means that some kids are simply going to exhaust the utility of the school's education mission almost immediately, and every kid is going to experience the classroom as basically Procrustean, and it's basically fine to fill 20% of the classroom with a pile of pillows and a bookshelf as an overflow plan to accommodate these differences.

If we decide that prison-for-kids is basically a socially desirable thing, then I suspect we'd be in a much better place if we collectively acknowledged that education is one of the things that this institution does, instead of trying to smuggle in all these other important functions while pretending that everybody needs the same six hours a day to reach competency in writing or mathematics. By all means, set minimums on educational attainment and make sure each cohort is capable of meeting specific milestones- and even provide parallel tracks for students and families that want to fast-track academic and technical careers- but don't treat 'down time' as the enemy either. We bow to this a little bit already, with e.g. recess periods, but those are currently framed as a sort of lunch break from school.

Instead, something very much like recess (though not just outdoor play, with indoor game and toy rooms as well) seems like it should be the default at 'the thing no longer quite called school', with that kind of unstructured play being interrupted by structured learning periods. Instead of torturing the definition of 'classroom' enough to make 'P.E.' a thing, just actively encourage sport, have official teams in a variety of games, and include physical fitness checks as part of the kids' yearly progress assessments. Get comfortable with field trips not just to museums, but also to places like public pools or even movie theaters, for no other reason than that they're fun. You can certainly construct this environment in a way that's slanted towards high achievement and personal growth, without needing to point towards education as the sole source of legitimacy. If you're gonna make a public institution designed to collect and safeguard kids during their parents' working hours, to prevent them from being economically exploited during crucial developmental periods, to provide a check on abusive home environments, to provide them cross-cultural socialization experiences, then by all means- but build that in to the foundation of the thing.

Oh, boy! It's Education Theory o'Clock again!

...I have a lot of thoughts on this topic. At some point, when I'm less busy and tired, I should probably try to write them up. Natively, I'm one of the school-is-a-nightmare-prison people, like so many others in this little discourse-sphere -- but I'm married to a middle school teacher, so I regularly encounter both the good arguments from the other side and the facts on the ground, and those things have altered my perspective somewhat.

But I am, in fact, busy and tired. So for now I'll just content myself with saying:

School is an institution that serves many, many, many purposes at the same time. A lot of those purposes are load-bearingly important. (A couple of years ago, I wrote this about college, and...it's double-plus true for primary and secondary schools.) If you don't try to account for all of that stuff in your theory of What School Is and How School Works, you will generate incoherent garbage thoughts. If you have a New Concept for school entailing top-down design that is optimized for a single function (like "increasing test scores" or "causing kids to love learning" or whatever), you'd better have a plan for how you're going to do all the other important things that schools do. And even if you think that some of those things aren't actually important or necessary, you'd better have a plan for dealing with all the people who disagree. Because...

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...school, as it exists today, is an inherently political institution. Both in the "soft" sense that everyone has strong opinions about what it's supposed to do and how it's supposed to work, and in the "hard" sense that it is actually controlled by democratically-accountable governments. (This is double-plus true in the US, where it is controlled by local governments, and therefore doesn't even have the protective insulation of a massive bureaucracy.) Everything about the way schools work is a compromise brokered amongst ideologues and self-dealers. Everything about the way schools work involves a lot of decision-makers trying not to get yelled at by the yelliest people around. If you're looking for elegant purpose-driven top-down design, you won't find it. You could probably make a case that any elegant purpose-driven top-down design would be better than the thing we actually have, but getting there would require finding a way to remove the political element.

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Most importantly: public schools are (1) compulsory, (2) universal, and (3) for children. [People who are legally children, anyway, whether or not they are actual children in whatever sense matters to you.]

This means that they cannot let students leave, and they have to keep control of all the students that they aren't allowing to leave.

In the most literal not-a-judgment-but-a-fact sense, they are indeed prisons. They are coercively keeping people inside. They have to do that thing, as per their most fundamental mandate within the current system. The alternatives involve letting kids run around unsupervised, and/or failing to give some kids even the most cursory kind of education, and those things are absolute non-starters under present conditions.

All the normal institutions-for-adults operate on the principle of -- If you really don't want to be here, you can leave, and deal with whatever consequences there may be for leaving. This is not an option for schools, and that fact accounts for...everything.

Classroom structure is built around the necessity of keeping the most-hostile, least-engaged student in the class present and supervised, and then trying to prevent him from disrupting things for everyone else. Because the obvious solution that any other institution would use -- "just cut him loose, he doesn't want to be here and we don't want him here" -- isn't available.

(I once talked to my wife about the rationed bathroom access thing, which is one of the most flagrant nightmare-prison aspects of the school experience. Her response was, "If you let kids use the bathroom whenever they want, as much as they want, then you don't have mandatory universal education anymore. Some of them will never return to the classroom, because they don't want to be there." Which is...obviously true.)

So you have something that replicates many of the features of prison, because it has to accomplish the same basic tasks that prison accomplishes. Yay, Foucault.

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Hey. Hey you. Idea time.

Teacher aus, not enough. Like after the whole Mr. WasTaken stuff where Dream was acting like a teacher and everything!? Just imagine a whole school Au!

Techno teachin English and he adores his kids but he’d be damned before he admits it. That one teacher who’s like “learn from history before it repeats itself.” Hates being forced to do a Shakespeare unit.

Sapnap teaching P.E. And encouraging even the less athletic kids to at least do something physical in his class. You know he pulls a prank with the Fitness Gram Pacer Test more than a few times.

George being a history teacher, I don’t know he just super fits the vibe of that one teacher you always adore who’s like “don’t worry too much about this class.”

Bad boy halo as a science teacher, man’s is the kind of teacher to give candy out to the kids who answer the questions so he can encourage attentiveness. (He teaches physical science and Skeppy teaches geoscience across the hall)

And like, much much much more, but the most important part here,

Could you totally do a reader x Dream where Readers an English teacher and Dreams a Maths teacher? :)

With all the love- 🌻 strikes again.

🌻 you have my whole heart. All of it. Because you literally have requested my dream au (pun sort of intended). Literally like this is going to be so self indulgent because I love this with my whole heart and the amount of times I have fantasized about this (especially with me studying to be an English teacher and Dream with his statistics and stuff) is too many times to count. So you literally have given me an excuse to be hella self indulgent on my own blog and I could kiss you on the mouth for it. This is a few like headcanon type things and a little bit of plot at the end.

I do have my own ideas of what role everyone has in the school and if anyone is interested I will definitely post those too! But for the main part, you just need to know the reader is an English teacher and Dream is a Math teacher. (But also completely agree with our beloved’s ideas about some of the other boys here and I definitely have assigned everyone their own subject haha)

We’re going to just start out with this general note: Everyone in the school ships you. Teachers, Staff, Students, Principal Philza, all of them want to see you and Dream end up together. You two hang out and playfully flirt all of the time.

Dream is almost late to school every morning. He has a horrible sleep schedule and so it causes him to wake up 30 minutes before he needs to be at school. You know this and so every morning you bring Dream coffee and something for breakfast. A donut, fruit, oatmeal, scone, just a little something to help him get until lunch. He is very grateful for it and always accepts your offer. When you first started doing it, he always felt really guilty about it. But you kept doing it and refused to take his money and so he came up with a new way to pay you back.

You two share the same prep period. Prep period, if you didn’t know, is a free period that teachers have where they don’t have a class to teach and they can use it to lesson prep, prep materials, grade papers, or just relax. So your prep period is two classes after lunch and so you always get a little bit snackish around this time and so in order to pay you back for you bringing him breakfast, Dream brings you a little snack every day. Something small, bag of chips, granola bar, some crackers, just a little snack to get you through the rest of the day. You two also spend your prep periods together. Sometimes you chat about your days, students, lessons, standards you have to meet. Sometimes you two just work in silence on your respect tasks. Usually if a student wants to talk to you during your prep period and they can’t find you in your room, they immediately check Dream’s right after because that’s where you would be. And the same for him and his students, if they need something and he’s not in his room, he’s definitely in yours.

You two also have lunch duty together. You two are in charge of monitoring the cafeteria and making sure that there are no fights breaking out, no food fights, just making sure everything is okay. So often times, you two take a walk around the cafeteria and just watch all the kids until all have been seated, and then you two grab some lunch for yourselves and eat together. Sometimes, kids will come over to where you’re sitting and chat with you, a lot of the time when that happens they’re trying to push you two together. You just roll your eyes and laugh them off.

You two crash each other’s classes all the time. For random reasons too. It started when Dream had left a few copies of a worksheet on the printer and you just so happened to print some things and pick them up. His classroom was on the way to yours and so you decided you would be a good co-worker and drop them off for him. So you did, not bothering to knock before you enter. All eyes snap to you as you walk into his classroom. Dream is in the middle of teaching. His arm is extended as he points to something on the blackboard. His emerald eyes meet yours and he looks shocked but he smiles. “Teacher Y/L/N… Is there something I can help you with?” You smile back at him and hold up the worksheets, “Sorry to interrupt. Left some on the printer Mr. WasTaken,” you tell him, walking over to his desk and setting the papers down. “Ah. Thank you, I appreciate it.” You give him a small shrug, “Of course. Have a good class. Pay attention!” You call to the class cheerfully before heading out and heading to your own classroom.

That day you opened a door you couldn’t shut. Every once in a while now, while you’re in the middle of teaching, the door will swing open and Dream will waltz in with a paper or something in his hand and go over to your desk before giving you a wave and a wink and heading back out. So you decided to do it too, even if you have nothing to give him. Students look forward to your classes now because they never know if the other one of you will make an appearance. One time, Dream walked in and you were so engrossed in teaching that you didn’t even notice. He walked over to your desks and took a seat and just lost himself in watching you teach. About 10 minutes later there is a knock on your door, startling everyone out of their focus. The door opens and there’s Tommy with a wicked grin on his face. His eyes immediately find Dream and he smirks, “Mr. WasTaken… Would you like to join the rest of us in class?” Dream manages to keep the blush off of his face, but he is internally dying. To save some embarrassment he says, “Yes I’ll be there in just a moment. I had a question for Teacher Y/L/N and I didn’t want to interrupt. Go back to class Tommy.” Tommy rolls his eyes but complies. You rush over to Dream and duck your head near his and speak in a low tone, “I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize you came in, what was your question?” Dream is a little baffled and thrown off, because he doesn’t have one. “Oh. I’ll just come back later and ask. Sorry for the interruption.” And before you can say anything else, he’s out the door.

You and Dream often charapone school dances. You two, much like when you have lunch duty, patrol around and make sure everyone is having a good time but is also behaving themselves. Students are always trying to push you two together during this, asking Mr. WasTaken if he’s going to ask you to the dance or at least ask you to dance. He always laughs and says no, no he’s not. Until one time he does.

He definitely gets his students in on it. He buys a bunch of flowers and has the students line the hall making a path from the entrance doors to his room. So when you arrive in the morning and begin your usual path to his room to drop off breakfast, you’re surprised to find a line of students offering flowers to you. You carefully take each flower and make your way down to Dream’s room. When you get to the end you find Dream standing there with a cheesy grin and an even cheesier sign. ‘I would love it if you could say that you was taken to the dance by Mr. WasTaken.’ You can’t help but let out a laugh and nod at the sign. “Yeah?” Dream asks to confirm. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll go to the dance with you Mr. WasTaken… by the way, it’s you were taken to the dance,” you tease him lightly, reaching out and giving him a small hug before handing him his breakfast. He takes it, rolls his eyes, and hands you the sign. “English teachers.”

The day of the dance comes and you and Dream arrive together. He picks you up from your house and brings you a bouquet of flowers, red roses and sunflowers. Your outfit would match his and you would look stunning. It would literally take Dream a few tries to snap out of the trance you put him in. But he’s the perfect gentleman, opens the car door for you and closes it before getting in and driving to the school where he does the same thing, opening the car door and helping you out before closing it.

You two would have arrived a bit earlier before the dance actually started to make sure everything was taken care of. You two would definitely jokingly get your photo taken by the professional photographer that they hired for the event. It was a joke, but the picture came out so good and was just too good to pass up.

You two don’t leave each other’s side the entire night. You two just stick side by side the entire night, just watching the kids. You two join the students sometimes on the dance floor, vibing to the fast pace songs they played. Every time a slow song came on, the students tried to push you together and get you to dance together. “Who asks someone to be their date and doesn’t slow dance with them?” But you two just ignore the students and shoo them off to dance with each other and stuff. It’s not until they announce the final song of the night does Dream actually finally get bold enough to ask you to slow dance with him. Your face heats up at the extended hand and the hopeful look on his face but you accept it and the two of you dance. You somehow manage to end up in the middle of the room and even though there are plenty of people slow dancing, all eyes are on you two. You don’t care though. At some point, you lean forward and rest your head on Dream’s chest. You could very clearly hear his heart racing faster than you would think possible and you can’t help but wonder if it’s because of you.

As the song ends, you manage to pull your head away from him. You look up at him and find him already staring at you. You two just stare at each other for a few moments before Dream makes a bold move. He carefully leans forward and presses his lips to yours. You immediately kiss back, ecstatic that your feelings were returned. Around you, the entire gym bursts into cheers and applause and “FINALLY!!!!”

You pull away from Dream, giggling a little bit at the reaction of everyone. Dream doesn’t let you get far though. He tilts his head forward and connects your lips once more. “I just got you, I’m not letting you get away from me that easily.” You just giggle at that and kiss him back.

You two don’t pull away until the song is completely over. When you pull apart and look around, you find everyone staring at you. Some students even have their phones out and were recording you. The two of you just laugh and roll your eyes. “Dance is over… Get out,” Dream jokingly calls out to everyone causing waves of laughter to rumble through the crowds as everyone snaps out of their trance and begin to move. You and Dream stay to help clean up a bit after the dance before the two of you leave, this time hand in hand.

Dream would drop you off at home. He walks you to your front door and waits as you unlock the door. It’s quiet for a moment as you two try to figure out the next step. Dream finally clears his throat and offers you a sheepish smile. “I’ll see you Monday then?” You almost immediately answer with a ‘yep sounds good’ but stop yourself. “Actually… If you weren’t too busy, do you want to come in and watch a movie or something?” Dream grins at the offer and nods. “I’d love to… Thank you.”

The two of you head inside and just hang out for a while. You watch movies and cuddle on the couch. It gets to be really late and you refuse to let Dream drive home this late so he sleeps on your couch. The next morning you have a nice breakfast together before Dream tells you he really should get going, he still has some tests to grade. You of course understand that teacher grind and so you walk him to your door. Dream gives you a kiss before heading out and telling you he would see you tomorrow.

Walking back inside, you find his suit jacket laid over the couch. You decide to hold on to it. You’ll see him tomorrow anyway, you’ll just give it to him then. So the next morning rolls around and you arrive at school, the suit jacket adorning your shoulders. It makes everyone stop, look, and smile. You don’t even notice really. You make your way to Dream’s classroom, walking right in as normal. Dream glances up to see who it was before looking back to his work but he immediately looks back up in a double take. And he just stares. You extend the breakfast out to him and he doesn’t take it. Just stares. You’re confused.

“Dream?” He extends a finger and points at you, “You’re wearing… that’s my… that’s mine.” he manages to stutter out. You look at your shoulders and realize. “Oh. Right. Sorry. Here,” you say, trying to shrug off the jacket and hand it to him, but he stops you. “No, no, no. It’s fine… It’s better than fine. It looks good. Keep it on… Please?” He sounds so genuine that you pull the jacket back on, over your shoulder. “Okay… I’ll see you at lunch?” You ask, heading toward his door. He gives you a grin and a nod, “It’s a date.” Well that’s new…. But not unwelcome. “It’s a date.”

You two begin dating shortly after that. You also find out that there were two betting pools going on. One between teachers and staff and the other between students. The teacher that won? Techno. The student? Tubbo. Had you found out sooner, you probably would have been offended but now it just made you laugh. Your new relationship didn’t change anything really. You still did all of the things that you usually did, you just now could kiss each other. You definitely didn’t do PDA in front of the students for obvious reasons, but you two couldn’t be happier.

Thank you again so much for letting me do this 🌻 anon. This was very self indulgent and just thank you :)

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earthstellar · 3 years ago

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Wholesome Humanformers G1 1980 AU - Small Town Struggles

The Autobots run a locally owned and operated community centre; They provide resources, social care, various educational services, and other activities in their neighbourhood, which historically had been a fairly successful industrial town until the steel, automotive, and mining industries all dried up.

The area hasn’t really economically recovered since then, and seeing a need for mutual aid, a handful of locals stepped up to fill the gap.

“Cybertron” is the name of the old disco venue which shut down, which they eventually turned into their community centre hub before it could be demolished. They kept the name because it’s locally identifiable, and they had to keep some of the cheesy 70s interior decorations because it was too expensive to re-fit the entire place, so it works out fine!

The team, which consists of social care support workers, tutors, and local volunteers, were dubbed “The Autobots” based on the very first community service they opened: Free Thursday afternoon mechanic and auto repair lessons with Richard (Ratchet), a retiree who used to work at the now-closed auto factory.

Opie (Optimus) was a teacher before so many families moved away due to the collapsing local economy; The school he worked for shrank so much that it was absorbed into a neighbouring education district, and he decided to take more direct action and arrange a community centre and local support for the few remaining people.

Peter (Prowl) is an accountant who used to balance the books for one of the steel mills in the area, but once that shut down, he ended up doing bank telling for a while and he hated it. Now, he helps manage the community centre budget and helps set up fundraisers to secure funds so that they can keep providing much-needed support to those left behind in a dead job market.

Elisa (Elita-1) is Opie’s wife, and used to be a secretary at the local education district before it was dissolved due to low student numbers. Now, she runs the majority of the community centre’s daily operations, but once she started getting further along into her pregnancy, she’s since hired Alice (Arcee) to come in and help her with some of the administrative work.

Richard (Ratchet) was forced into an earlier retirement than planned, and now provides mechanic and automotive engineering lessons to younger people remaining in the area, with Sam (Sideswipe) and Stephen (Sunstreaker) being his star students-- When they aren’t lighting cans of WD-40 on fire in the parking lot, anyway.

Jerrick (Jazz) used to teach P.E. at the same school Opie used to teach at, and when he was offered the opportunity to provide sports education and support some basic physical therapy sessions at the community centre, he was happy to jump ship and join the team.

Mandy (Moonracer) formerly worked at the local public library, until its funding collapsed as a result of not enough residents remaining to contribute to the public service taxes that kept the doors open. She salvaged as many books as she could, and has set up a decently sized community library with story telling events for the younger kids and a book club for the adults.

Martin (Ultra Magnus) maintains the buildings and premises, acting as a sort of unofficial security guard since he’s always around. Opie is his brother, and they both have a fierce pride in their small community. Martin is often called in to mediate in conflicts amongst the younger kids, as they all respect (and mildly fear) his no-nonsense but fair approach to nearly everything.

Bobby (Bumblebee) is one of the local kids that frequents the community centre, taking advantage of every opportunity he gets-- No matter what it is! Sometimes his willingness to jump in to any task at hand gets him in trouble, but generally he’s managed to endear himself to everyone around him. He doesn’t realise that the adults around him consider him to be one of their few sources of hope for the future.

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mellometal · 3 years ago

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WHAT'S GOING ON? THIS IS PART TWO OF ME RIPPING APART DHAR MANN'S VIDEOS ABOUT FATPHOBIA! Whoo-hoo!

Before I get started, here's an obligatory trigger warning: This post will be talking about fatphobia, bullying, homelessness, mentioned ED, fat shaming, shaming a person FOR EATING, and the abused thanking his abuser AS AN ADULT for tormenting him as a young, impressionable teenage boy.

If any of that is triggering, upsetting, or makes you uncomfortable in any way, you don't have to read this post. Please consume media that sparks joy for you.

This time, there won't be a response from me about this video, like I usually do with all my Dhar Mann posts. If you want to see my response, refer to my first post about fatphobia (the one about the plus-size woman being fat shamed). It does tie in with this post, as my thoughts on this video are the exact same here. Yes, even though this is about a (at the time) plus-size black teenage boy being targeted. Search for the "dhar mann talk" tag and it's one of the most recent posts. I don't believe anyone should be shamed for their weight. Your weight doesn't hold any significance to your worth as a person. Don't let anything or anyone tell you otherwise.

With all of that out of the way, let's get to the video!

To sum up the video, it starts out with a plus-size black teenage boy (Kurt or "Big Boy", as he's called almost throughout the entire video) who's on a basketball court at school with his friend (Mike), a few other teenage boys, and Mike's uncle (Frank) is their coach. Mike is the captain on one team, Frank is the captain on the other team. They're picking teammates, and everyone is on a team except for Kurt and another boy. Frank says to his nephew to not pick Kurt (he called him "Big Boy" instead) because "he'd never win with him". LIKE THEY WERE PLAYING FOR THE NBA. CALM YOUR DICK. HOLY FUCKING HELL. THEY'RE KIDS.

Mike, not listening to his uncle (good for him), picks Kurt anyway. Kurt is happy and thanks his friend for picking him. Mike gives Kurt a shirt that looks at least a couple sizes too small for him and would be pretty uncomfortable to wear. This isn't Mike's fault, obviously. Kurt politely asks if they had a bigger shirt. Obviously not an unreasonable request. They're playing a sport that requires lots of movement (honestly, pretty much any sport would apply here, except for maybe golf or cricket) so it's understandable to want to at least be comfortable and have room to move around. Frank mocks A LITERAL TEENAGER with the whole "You think you're shopping at Big&Tall?" line and then says that's the only size they had (why couldn't they supply inclusive sizes in the first place, or at least ASK Kurt what his size was IN ADVANCE?), which....umm, I'm actually GLAD plus-size clothing for men (Big&Tall, in this case) is more readily available and accessible now. I'm happy plus-size clothing in GENERAL is like that now.

Mike comforts Kurt and says the shirt might fit. The shirt does KIND OF fit Kurt, but it's obvious he's uncomfortable. Look at this screenshot here:

Frank laughs at Kurt, says he looks like Barney The Dinosaur, and the other kids laugh along with their coach. This is NOT setting a good example for children, Frank. You're a fucking teacher. You're a COACH. You're supposed to be teaching these kids about sports and shit. You're supposed to be setting a good example for these kids about teamwork and sportsmanship. WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO A TEENAGE BOY, WHO IS MOST LIKELY ONE OF YOUR STUDENTS, IS TEACHING NONE OF THOSE THINGS. You're teaching these kids that bullying their peers for things they can't help having is okay. Do better. (I'd say that he's an adult and should act like one, but I'm an adult and I barely act like one a lot of the time, so that'd make me a hypocrite.)

While I may be fortunate to have had a physical education teacher who never bashed on me or shamed me for my weight and she would cheer me on for whatever amount of effort I made the first and only year I had actual P.E., I know that many other kids who are plus-size most likely has/had horrible P.E. teachers or coaches like Frank.

To anyone who has/had a teacher or coach like Frank, I'm so sorry, kiddos. You don't deserve to be bullied by your own teachers. I wish I could give all of you a hug, but I can give y'all virtual hugs instead! *virtual hugs* /p

So they play a game of basketball, and Kurt is struggling to fully play because the shirt he was given was probably cutting off some circulation, especially in his arms (again, do I need to reiterate that this was NOT Mike's fault and is FRANK'S fault for his ignorance and negligence). Frank mocks his nephew Mike by saying that he told him not to pick Kurt. Why? Because according to him, Kurt will never make anything of himself in life due to him being fat. (AGAIN, THIS IS NOT TRUE.)

Then it cuts to Kurt sitting with Mike, who's working on his car and Kurt's working on his own thing. Mike says he believes one day he'll own a nice, brand new Cadillac. Kurt is very supportive and cheers his friend on. He says that he believes he'll be one of the biggest radio show hosts and has a title for it called "Big Boy's Neighborhood". Both of them are hyping each other up. Love to see men supporting men. Mike pulls out his Walkman (they were HUGE back in the 80s and 90s because you could listen to the radio from anywhere, I have a Sony Walkman mp3 player, but it's a newer model), and Kurt says that he's always wanted one but couldn't afford it. (I'll go into why in a second.)

Frank comes over to reprimand Mike, who has done NOTHING WRONG, for talking to Kurt. Instead of working, which Mike WAS actually doing. He tries to tell his uncle this, but he wasn't having it. Frank then reprimands Kurt, who also has done NOTHING WRONG, for just sitting and apparently "distracting Mike" (he wasn't). He asks if there's any work he was supposed to do. Kurt FINALLY stands up to Frank in a polite, mature manner. He says that just because he wasn't working with his hands, it didn't mean he wasn't working. Frank ridicules Kurt some more, Mike tells his uncle to leave his friend alone, and Kurt stands up to Frank AGAIN, still being polite and mature. UNLIKE THE ACTUAL ADULT ACTING LIKE A CLICHÉ MIDDLE SCHOOL BULLY WHO PROBABLY PEAKED IN HIGH SCHOOL. How fucking ironic.

What does Frank do in response to Kurt standing up to him? INSULTS THE KID SOME MORE. He tells Kurt that he must have "pig fat for brains" (which is not only insulting to Kurt, but also insulting to pigs, because pigs are intelligent animals), takes his small bag of Doritos, and says that he "doesn't need to be eating anything." He eats Kurt's Doritos IN FRONT OF HIM, tells Mike to quit letting his friend make him lazy (he wasn't doing that at all), and to get back to work.

THAT line made me livid. I've actually thought that I didn't deserve to eat anything because I'm plus-size as a teenager, and into my adulthood at a few points in my life. NEVER say that someone doesn't need to be eating anything. (Obviously except for poisonous things, inedible objects, and things that could and will kill them.) You could cause them to develop an ED, or trigger an ED if they already have one. THAT'S NOT A GOOD THING. EDs are no joke. Whether it be starving, purging, or binge eating, none of them are fun to have and/or to deal with. Even if they DON'T develop an ED, their relationship with food will be all sorts of fucky-wucky. Some even for the rest of their lives. Unless you get proper treatment, of course.

When Frank leaves, Kurt is obviously upset. Rightfully so. How he's feeling is justified. Mike comforts him and says to not let Frank get to him. Mike offers to take Kurt home, but then realizes that his friend and his mom got evicted and are homeless. (This is why Kurt couldn't afford to buy a Walkman.) Kurt, still distraught, says that he'll just walk. Mike invites him over for dinner and that he'd drop him off after, which Kurt agrees to.

They're at Mike's house, having dinner, and Mike's parents are talking to Kurt. They're being supportive. Frank walks in to have his sister's cooking. He sees that Kurt's there. Mike's parents introduce Frank to Kurt, tells him Kurt's gonna be on the radio one day, Frank laughs and says Kurt's not gonna be anything. Kurt brushes it off. He says that his mom says that he can achieve whatever he wants (which is true, to a reasonable extent), Frank cuts him off and says his mom was lying to him, and that his mom knows he's gonna be a big loser.

Mike's dad tells Frank to leave Kurt alone. Mike's mom also says the same thing. Frank asks Kurt if his mom doesn't feed him at home, and what he was doing "eating up all their food" (he wasn't; he just had a singular plate). Mike and his mom tell Frank to stop. His mom explains that they invited Kurt over for dinner, and she tells her brother to sit down and eat. Frank then asks Kurt again if his mom doesn't feed him at home. Mike tells Frank that Kurt and his mom don't have a home because they just got evicted, which is a shock to the parents. Instead of having sympathy for a teenage boy who was on the streets with his mom, HE MOCKS HIM. WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT? Especially to a teenage boy who didn't do anything whatsoever to deserve being evicted from his home and be out on the streets with his mom. I've dealt with being evicted. I've dealt with homelessness. Out of no fault of my own. It's not funny, cool, glamorous, or anything like that. It's terrifying. I'm still traumatized by that experience and it happened four years ago. Sometimes I have nightmares about that kind of thing. The very possibility of becoming homeless and going through that again scares the shit out of me. The thought of it is so triggering for me that I will resort to reverting back to things I used to do when I was a kid. It also doesn't help that I will NEVER be able to afford an apartment on my own where I live now and will probably have to rely on at least two or three roommates and/or family to get by. Thanks a lot, Boomers.

I would never wish what I went through on anyone. Anyways, back to the whole summary of the video.

Kurt gets up and leaves the table. Mike tries to go after his friend to make sure he was okay, but Frank stops his nephew. ONLY WHEN KURT LEAVES DOES FRANK ALL NONCHALANTLY SAY THAT HE'S STARVING AND THAT THEY SHOULD ALL EAT. Despite Frank making Kurt as well as his (Frank's) own family upset.

Kurt walks to where his mom is. His mom notices that he's upset. Kurt tells his mom that it's because of Frank. His mom comforts him and gives him the advice that she gave him before. Kurt is still obviously too upset to take anything she's telling him, bringing up that they're homeless and broke, and his mom is desperate to help comfort her son. She gives him his birthday present early, which happens to be a Walkman. Kurt is shocked. He thought they didn't have that kind of money. His mom says not to worry about that. She pokes some lighthearted fun at her son, he thanks her, and he asks her a question. He asks if she believes he'll be successful or if she's saying that to make him feel better. She asks if he believes he'll be successful (yep), and he tells her that when he succeeds, he'll buy them a house so they don't have to be homeless anymore or worry about getting evicted.

Fast forward to adulthood, Kurt becomes a bouncer, meets someone who works at a radio station, and he goes there. Just to have people laughing at him. He's distraught again and leaves the station, thinking that he made a bad decision. Frank happens to come by, see that Kurt was upset, and asks what's wrong. Kurt tells him what happened, and Frank mocks him AGAIN with the same shit he told him when he was a TEENAGE BOY, now as a YOUNG ADULT. He walks off, laughing.

Nice going! /s Kicking Kurt while he's down JUST LIKE OLD TIMES, RIGHT? FUCK YOU.

Kurt then decides that he's gonna lose weight and be the best radio show host. (Toxic much? Why would you try to preach that your weight = your worth as a person? If you're losing weight for yourself, great! I'm happy for you! If you don't want to lose weight, you don't give a fuck about what people say, and you're happy in your own skin, that's awesome too! Do it for yourself, not for anyone's approval. Try to love yourself and accept yourself in any form you're in. Don't fall for the bullshit that you have to be a certain size or look a certain way for you to love and accept yourself. The weight may be gone, but the rest of your issues will still be there. I have to clarify that I meant this in GENERAL, not necessarily for extremities on either side of the spectrum of weight...because there are things you MUST follow.)

Kurt gets back to the station, ignores all the people being assholes, he's doing his thing, and he's climbing up.

Fast forward to when Kurt is middle-aged. He has his own radio show, and he's one of the biggest names in the radio industry. After he finishes up his show, he goes outside to see a couple of young fans. A young black girl with her brother, a plus-size boy. They say how much they love his show, they got his merch, and the boy tells Kurt that he wants to be just like him. The boy doubts himself though because of people abusing him JUST LIKE what Kurt went through. Kurt empathizes with the boy and tells him a little bit about his own experience. Following them is Frank as an old man. They're his grandkids.

Frank recognizes Kurt, and actually apologizes to him for the torment he put him through as a teenager. WHAT A SHOCK. /srs

Kurt takes it with grace, but says that he should be thanking Frank for all the torment. Why? Because it "motivated him". The girl says that she loves that. (Okay, since she's a kid and there's still time for her to change her mind about certain things, I'm not going to be as harsh here. I don't bash on the kids unless they're doing or saying extremely fucked up things willingly. She didn't say this with bad intentions. I understand you're coming from a good place, and I appreciate that, but please hear me out. This wasn't at all like dealing with edgy thirteen year olds on the internet. This man you look up to was abused by your grandfather in his youth. Your brother is experiencing that same torment your idol went through...at a younger age too, it seems like. The kid looks no older than middle school age [ten or eleven at the YOUNGEST to maybe thirteen or fourteen at the OLDEST]. That's a huge problem. Kurt may have "toughed it out", but that might not be the case for your brother. Please don't excuse that kind of behavior.)

Dude...what the actual fuck? I can understand not being bothered by the hate, but this grown ass man literally VERBALLY AND EMOTIONALLY ABUSED YOU AS A YOUNG, IMPRESSIONABLE TEENAGE BOY, CONTINUING INTO ADULTHOOD, and you're THANKING Frank for all of that? Why should you thank your abuser for what he put you through? He didn't contribute ANYTHING to your success. So I guess abuse is a GREAT contribution to people's success now, right? /s It doesn't contribute to anything, in my opinion. Yes, what doesn't kill you can make you stronger, but can we normalize people becoming weaker to a point due to traumatic events? Because they exist. Demonizing survivors who have become weaker to some degree or just flat-out ignoring them isn't helping. You did the thing you wanted to do, Kurt. Frank didn't help you. The person who really helped you was YOU and your mom.

MOVING ON.

The boy asks Kurt if he thinks he'll ever be able to make it as a radio show host. Kurt asks if HE believes that. The boy says he does. Kurt gives him some advice and gives the boy his Walkman. The boy's ecstatic, they leave, and Kurt goes to meet up with his mom.

Keeping to his promise, Kurt bought his mom a house so she'd never be homeless again and never have to worry about being evicted. (HOW LONG WAS SHE HOMELESS FOR? OH MY GOD. THAT'S WHAT I WANT TO KNOW. I hope you at least let her stay with you or something. They never went into that, unfortunately.) She's very grateful. The video ends there.

My personal thoughts on the video: Another piss poor video....but worse! Because it was a COLLAB. And based on a true story. Good going with taking this man's story of being abused by a grown adult to exploit for your personal gain, Dhar Mann! WOW. LOVE THAT! Totally a good look. /s

What I took from this video is that if you're plus-size, according to Dhar Mann, you'll apparently NEVER be successful, let alone be taken seriously...which is an absolute lie. There are many plus-size people who are very successful. Another thing I took from the video is that apparently according to Dhar Mann, being verbally and emotionally abused as a teenager by a grown adult all the way into adulthood is "motivation" for you to work harder to reach your goals. (Nice going, Dhar Mann. Justifying grown adults abusing children. Who would've thought? /s)

Oh, and it's like MANDATORY to thank your abusers for tormenting you when you become successful! (Obviously this is an exaggeration. This is me using Dhar Mann's logic against him.) You want to thank them for making you stronger? Fine. You want to spit in their face and say, "Fuck you." to them? Also fine. You want to just never acknowledge them ever again? Totally fine. Whatever you want to do, that's fine by me, but can you not imply that "thanking" your abusers is mandatory in some way?

If you made it this far, thank you! I hope you're having a good morning/day/afternoon/evening/night. Stay safe, y'all. Love you. /p

#dhar mann #dhar mann talk #dhar mann will live to regret his decision to make these fucked up cringe videos #dhar mann will live to regret his decision uwu #dhar mann is a piece of human garbage #please stop supporting dhar mann #dhar mann is a cringe ass nae nae baby #tw fatphobia #tw ed mention #tw fat shaming #cw complicated relationships with food mention #tw abuse mention #tw homelessness #tw eviction #tw abuse #fatphobes dni #tw dhar mann

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horansqueen · 4 years ago

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Stuck With You - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 : Suffocate (it’s 3am i’m drunk again)

🡪chapter 1

College Enemies To Lovers AU

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So when you think you're all alone No one's help to come around Drop like flies and improvise And I know now that I will someday And I know that I will suffocate

I felt extremely lucky that we had a window. Not only was the sight interesting, but sticking my head out to feel the cool air from the night always made me feel better. I kept the lights closed, even if I normally don't particularly like to be in the dark, and lighted a vanilla and rose candle, making the smell invade the whole room. I didn't know if it would bother Niall or not, but he said he would probably not sleep here so I didn't worry for too long and just enjoyed my alone time until I heard a knock at the door. It was soft, almost timid, and the thought that it could be Niall's girlfriend, the girl that I had met a few hours before, made me hold my breath. I didn't want to answer but I finally got up and unlocked the door, opening it only slightly. I met Louis' eyes and my lips immediately curled. He dived his hands in his pockets and moved his shoulders up in an embarrassed but cute way.

"Hey, you." he just said in a gentle tone. "Am I disturbing?"

He was, but I didn't care. Suddenly, the will to be alone all evening was replaced with the need to be with someone, someone like Louis. I had no idea why but somehow, I felt connected to him even if I had met him only a few hours ago.

"Mm no," I admitted, letting the right corner of my lips move up. "Are you drunk?"

His face scrunched up in grimace and I chuckled low. "Tipsy, more like." he confessed. "I was about to get in my room, saw your door, and here I am. I don't know why I knocked."

I let my eyes roam down on him then back up in his eyes. "Wanna come in? I'm alone."

He nodded and I moved away to let him in before closing the door behind him and locking it. I felt safer now that he was there but I was so used to lock the doors that I didn't even think about it. I showed my bed with a hand movement and he sat on it as I sat in front of him, leaning my back on my pillow. We stared at each other for a while and I licked my lips.

"So, how was the party?" I finally asked in a low tone, tilting my head a bit.

"Meh, boring." he admitted with a chuckle, turning around and leaning his back on the wall. "I knew you were alone, I saw Niall with his hands in some girl's pants. Can't remember her name to save me life. Hell he probably doesn't know her name either."

For some reason, his words made me laugh. "Why am I not surprised? He sounds like a total jerk."

Louis' smile turned into a sad one and he looked away, the back of his head pressed on the wall, and then looked back at me. "He's not a bad guy, trust me."

i didn't know Louis much but I did trust him... except with it came to my new roommate. Okay, maybe Niall was a good guy, I honestly had no idea. All I knew was that he irritated me to the point of wanting to jump on it and hit him in the face. The thought was violent and I would never do something like that, but Niall made something stir in my stomach, and not in the good way. I didn't hate him, I just wanted him to be as far as possible from me at all times.

"How did you two meet?" I just asked, making Louis' eyebrows raise. "He's your friend, isn't he? You seem to know him quite well."

The truth was, I could hear the affection he had for Niall in the tone of his voice and in the choice of his words. I was normally quite good to know how people felt. Was it nostalgia?

"We met when we were teenagers, became inseparable and both played for the football team of our school." he finally admitted, before sighing. "Then he busted his knee and I went professional. Sort of. That brought us apart, I guess."

I stared at Louis, a bit shocked that he would spill all of this to me because after all, he barely knew me, but somehow, it made me think that perhaps, he felt the same connection for me that I felt for him. Or maybe he was just drunker than he wanted to admit.

"Why are you here if you could make a career out of it?" I asked gently, trying not to be rude about it.

"Got in a bad place mentally." he replied after a while, staring in front of him without really looking at anything. "Then literally hurt myself physically."

I remained quiet, knowing it was probably a touchy subject, and waited until he blinked a few times and turned his head to me again, leaning it back on the wall.

"I'm sorry." I just whispered, making him smile sadly again.

"Don't be, love." he quickly replied in a low tone. "I'm good now, and I've always wanted to be a teacher anyway. Kids are cool. I have plenty of younger siblings so I know how kids work."

"Let me guess, P.E. teacher?"

He laughed and nodded, making me nod too and lick my lips. If there was one thing I hated in school, it was the gym class. I've never faked sick more than to miss this class and I didn't regret it one second.

"I hate sports." I admitted, raising my nose up. "Are you the type to work out and eat healthy and go to the gym 6 days a week?"

His face twisted in a grimace and I laughed louder than intended.

"No fucking way. I sort of had to when I played but now I just... no." I chuckled and we remained silent for a while before his lips curled into an other smile. "What about you, love? What are you studying in?"

"Art." I replied. "I pretty much do everything but painting is what I prefer. I know I won't be able to be a great artist and pay the bills with it but, I guess I'd like to work in museums. If you can't become an artist you can at least live surrounded by art."

"Why so defeatist?" he frowned, playing with the cigarette behind his ear. "You could as well live from it."

How could I tell him that I lost all hope and that I was too tired and scared to get back on my feet and try again? How could I tell him that I felt like a failure so obviously, everything I created felt like failures, too?

"Do you know many painters that made a living out of it?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, a bit amused. "Before their death I mean."

"To be honest, love, I don't know any painter." he laughed, making me laugh too.

"And I don't know any footballer."

His face lighted up and I pressed my lips together. "Well, I guess we have a lot to teach each other, don't we?"

I nodded and chuckled, still looking at him. It was weird to think fate had put Louis on my path and I felt so lucky that a sensation of warmth grew in my stomach. I've never thought that I could have a sister soul ever in my life but if I had to guess. i would say Louis really fitted the description. Of course, it seemed pre-matured to feel something like that for someone, but isn't that what sister souls were all about?

"So tell me darling, why did you change school in the middle of the year?" he said, asking the question I dreaded and making me look down immediately. I started playing with my fingers and licked my lips but he kept talking before I could answer. "You have to expect that question a lot, you know."

I looked up in his eyes, knowing he was right, but I just raised my shoulders. "It's a long story."

"You don't have to tell me." he quickly added, moving his upper body a bit closer to me.

"No, I don't mind, it's just-"

I could feel my heart beat harder knowing I was about to tell someone I barely knew everything that had happened to me in the past two years, as embarassing and pathetic asit was, but I didn't have time to talk : the door opened so roughly that it ended up hitting the wall in a light thud despite the doorstop. Louis and I both quickly looked up as Niall staggered in, pushing the door again to close it. He walked in the room slowly, lurching until his legs hit the side of his bed, and let himself fall on it before a laughter boomed out of his lips.

"Neil, you okay?"

"Stop fucking calling me that!" my new roommate let out.

Louis got up and walked to his friend as I watched, trying not to move at all. I didn't want to get involved in this and mostly, I didn't want Niall to notice me, I knew he was not happy to share his room with someone, especially not a girl, and I felt like getting his attention would remind him of how annoyed he was.

"Niall, come on, let me help you." Louis argued, trying to take off his friend's shoes as Niall moved one of his legs.

"Mommy Louis, I can do this myself." he groaned low, grabbing one of his pillows and throwing it. It passed between Louis and I, not even close to hit either of us, and Niall started laughing again. "What are you doing here anyway, Lou?"

I was surprised at how well he could express himself despite being so intoxicated but I remained silent as I watched Louis take Niall's shoes off and let them fall on the floor next to his bed.

"I was keeping company to your new roommate."

I held my breath as Niall turned his head to look at me. We stared in each other's eyes for a few seconds and once again, I felt like he could read me in a way no one else could and it made me swallow hard.

"Oh yea, I almost forgot about her." he let out with a chuckle. "Hello Devon, how was your evening?"

In his mouth, my name sounded dirty, almost smutty, and I felt a shiver run up my spine. This guy clearly knew what he was doing, even when he was drunk, and it bothered me.

"Did my best friend Louis make you feel better about yourself? Less alone? Did he mend your little broken heart? Did he-"

"Niall, shut up." Louis cut him with a sigh.

"Did that stupid girl you were with enjoy your tiny cock?" I just threw at him.

A silence fell as they both stared at me, eyes wide and an expression of surprise on their face, and at the same time, Louis' lips curled and Niall burst into laughter.

"Told you she was a cheeky little thing!" Niall let out, glancing at his best friend before laughing some more.

He finally sat up and I frowned as I looked at him and after a few seconds, he got up, wobbling slightly on his feet. It's only when he undid his belt that I realized what he was trying to do and so did Louis who simply pushed him back on the bed, making Niall laugh even harder.

"She doesn't want to see your willy, mate."

"Maybe she needs to see it." Niall argued, making Louis shake his head.

"Sleep." Louis replied, ignoring his comment. "You need it. We'll talk about this tomorrow."

Niall groaned and moved his hand near Louis' face to tell him to leave before turning around on the bed, now facing the wall. I watched the scene and when my eyes met Louis, he was rolling his. He walked up to me, bending down in front of me and licked his lips.

"Are you gonna be okay, love?" he asked in a whisper. "I can bring him in my room if you prefer."

I breathed in and stared at him for a few seconds. I had no idea why Louis was so nice with me but it was such a good change that I decided to just take it all in. I decided to accept his kindness and let it get to me, even if I knew it could easily turn against me and hurt me.

"No, it's cool. It's his room, too." I finally breathed, licking my lips. "I'll be alright."

Louis nodded a few times. "If you need anything, i'm not too far, don't hesitate."

I nodded and he sent me a smile before getting up and walking to the door. My gaze followed him and when he turned around, he winked at me and closed the door behind himself. I spent a few minutes just watching Niall's back and finally got up to lock the door and get changed. I tried to be quiet but when I finally lied down in bed in my sweatpants, Niall had turned around and was smiling at me. I felt my heart skip a beat, anticipating what he could say to me and I just pressed my lips, holding my breath.

"What?" I finally asked in a low tone after a few intense seconds of staring.

"Nothing. You're just... intriguing."

My eyebrows raised and my heart twisted in my chest at his words. Intriguing? What did that even mean? I always felt like a pretty ordinary person. An average girl who was not really good at anything. At some point in my life, I thought I was good at painting and not so bad at photography but then everything changed and the truth hit me right in the face. I was average and I would always be.

"Intriguing?"

"Yea. Why are you here? Who the hell are you?" he let out with a small frown. "And why do you..." he stopped himself and shook his head, leaving me wondering what he was going to say.

After a while, I filled my lungs with air again and blinked a few times. I was getting used to the darkness and could see the traits of his face quite well, even from so far.

"You're not gonna throw up, are you?" I just asked.

For some reason, I didn't want this discussion to end. Niall was right, I was lonely, and the presence of someone, even someone as annoying as him, was comforting. At least for tonight.

"Don't worry darling, I can hold my liquor. I'm irish."

"Oh yea. It shows." I let out sarcastically.

"Oh babe, you have no idea how much I drank." he chuckled. "Plus, I'm not even that drunk."

"You could barely stand on your feet when you walked in."

His nose raised up and he groaned. "I could walk on a straight line, want me to show you?"

"No!"

He laughed a bit and finally, his smirk turned into a small smile.

"Welcome to your new school and your new room, Devon Eaton."

---

I groaned when I woke up the next day and rubbed my eyes, turning around in my bed and throwing the covers over my head. I had forgotten to close the curtain and now. the sun was invading the whole room. It was sunday and I had planned to visit around if only to make sure I could find where I needed to go for my classes and not be late on the first few days. Now that it was time to do it, I didn't really feel like it anymore.

After a few minutes and a long sigh, I pushed the covers and sat up but when I turned around, I jumped, noticing Niall was staring at me. He started laughing again and I closed my eyes, trying to get my heart to beat at a normal speed again.

"That's fucking creepy."

"You snore." he pointed out with an amused smile. "Not very loudly but it's still quite disturbing. Has anyone ever tell you that you're annoying?"

"Me?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "Unbelievable." I added under my breath.

"What's your plan for today?"

I looked up at him as he kept his eyebrows raised, waiting for my answer. I didn't want to tell him what I had really planned and I had no idea why he even asked me. There was no way in hell that he really cared. I thought about the conversation we had only a few hours earlier, when he was drunk, and it made me realize that he didn't even seem hungover.

"Staying as far as possible from you." I just replied, getting up and grabbing some clothes.

I could still hear him laugh after I closed the door to the bathroom and leaned my forehead against it to calm myself. I knew having a roommate wouldn't be easy but I didn't think it would be that bad.

I dressed up quickly, hoping that he would be gone when I was done, but when I opened the door again, he was still sitting on his bed, holding himself with his arms behind him and once again, that position made my eyes linger on him for a bit too long. I was expecting him to mention it but he didn't. Instead, he got up and walked up closer to me, passing his hand in his hair.

"Look, I'm sorry for almost showing you my cock last night."

"It's okay, no harm." I just replied, a bit taken aback that he would actually apologize.

He let his eyes roam on my face, studying me and I couldn't help but do the same. The blue around his pupils was so light I couldn't help but admit to myself that he was pretty, and I hated it.

"Perhaps, having you as a roommate will be entertaining." he added with a low chuckle. "More than I expected at first."

His lips curled more and he took a few steps back to reach the door. I wanted to answer something but nothing came up. My mind was blank. I didn't want to be entertaining to him or to anybody, really. I just wanted to stay under the radar, the way I couldn't seem to stay at my old uni.

"I'll see you tonight, maybe?"

He didn't wait for my answer and just left. That was the good thing about this : i knew I would have to put up with him only at night time, at least, most days, and I could completely forget about him when I was in class or with friends, if I could just make some. The thought started stressing me and Louis' face came to mind.

I stared at the door, staying in the silent room for a few more minutes before grabbing my phone. I didn't want to be annoying but I decided to just text Louis and ask him what he was doing today. Quickly, his answer popped up and made me smile.

'Spending the day with you, f'course!'

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vortahoney · 3 years ago

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I dare you to answer every question in the last ask game you reblogged

Okay

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Coffee mugs because they fit nicely in my hands

2. Chocolate bars or lollipops

Chocolate bars with caramel specifically

3. Bubble gum or cotton candy

Neither next question

4. How did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Intelligent but problems with attention and talking

5. How do you prefer to drink soda?

Glass bottles all the way

6. Pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal, or sportswear?

Goth or grunge bc that’s just how I dress

7. Earbuds or headphones?

Earbuds because headphones make me feel silly

8. Movies or tv shows?

Tv shows because I like having a LOT of content

9. Favorite smell in the summer?

Chlorine pools (:

10. Game you were best at in p.e.

I was insanely good at dodgeball

11. Average breakfast?

Fruit smoothie

12. name of your favorite playlist?

“I don’t care HOW butch you are…”

13. Lanyard or key ring?

Key ring

14. Favorite non chocolate candy?

Hi chews

15. Favorite book you read as a school assignment?

I know we’re all expecting a classic and I do LOVE classics but it’s gotta be this sort of middle grade-y novel called The Sacred Lies of Minnow Bly

16. Most comfortable sitting position?

Laying down

17. Most frequently worn pair of shoes?

Rose pink vans

18. Ideal weather?

Slightly chilly rain or snow

19. Sleeping position?

On my stomach with one arm up under the pillow

20. Preferred place to write?

In my closet, I do better in small spaces

21. Obsession from childhood?

History of Circuses

22. Role model?

From my life: my ninth grade English teacher

From just the world: Kazuo Ishiguro

23. Strange habits?

I hopscotch from the tile in my kitchen to the carpet in the hallway

24. Favorite crystal?

Aventurine without a doubt

25. First song you remember hearing?

Something by Adele I don’t remember the name of

26. Favorite warm weather activity?

Tubing :}

27. Favorite cold weather activity?

Sitting around a fire (inside) and drinking hot chocolate

28. Five songs to describe me?

I like giants- kimya dawson

Valerie- Amy Winehouse

Friday I’m in love- the cure

Tunnel Vision- Grumpster

L-O-V-E- Nat King Cole

29. Best way to bond with me?

Be willing to listen to a rant about something I like/be willing to rant about something you like

30. Places you find sacred?

Hospitals and Libraries

31. What outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

Old ZZ Top shirt black skinny jeans and combat boots

32. Top five favorite vines?

Road work ahead

Country boy I love you

Ah Fuck I can’t believe you’ve done this

whO want lasagna

Look at all those chickens

33. Most used phrase in your phone?

No but yeah

34. Advertisements you have stuck in your head?

You know what makes me thirsty?

35. Average time you fall asleep?

Eleven on the dot every night

36. First meme you remember ever seeing?

I don’t remember anything about except it was that baby doing a fist bump

37. Suitcase or duffel bag?

The correct answer is backpack

38. Lemonade or tea?

Both in the same cup

39. Lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Lemon meringue pie <3

40. Weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

Someone stole a bus for the devious lick challenge

41. Last person you texted?

My best friend ever

42. Jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Pants pockets because they’re so much more secure

43. Hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket, or bomberos jacket?

Hoodie!!

44. Favorite scent for soap?

Mango shea butter or vanilla

45. Favorite genre?

Sci fi!

46. Most comfortable sleeping outfit?

Sports bra/no shirt, shorts

47. Favorite type of cheese?

Gouda! Preferably with red pesto

48. If you were a fruit what kind would you be?

Strawberry because I’m sweet and also have tons of inconvenient seeds

49. What saying or quote do you live by?

Every day give yourself a present from twin peaks

50. What made you laugh the hardest you’ve ever laughed?

Oh god I don’t remember but it was something @mixedmediahmm said in my car. Either that or “damn girl your pussy tastes like werther’s originals” which is a thought that I had about a certain character from a certain show that I am currently watching

51. Current stresses?

My final semester of high school is going to be a very difficult one and I am STRESSED

52. Favorite font?

Cambria!!!

53. What is the current state of your hands?

Dry because it’s cold

54. What did you learn from your first job?

Tell people about your allergies

55. Favorite fairy tale?

The Ugly Duckling

56. Favorite tradition?

My family’s Christmas Eve cribbage tournament!

57. The three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Insecurity about my identity, coming out, and my anger issues

58. Four talents you’re proud of having?

My writing, my skill with dogs, gardening/foraging, and my ability to pick up languages

59. If you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Howdy howdy!” Or “I watched this documentary…”

60. If you were an anime character, what kind would you want it to be?

A cooking one or one in space

61. Favorite line from a book/movie/tv show?

Again, the every day give yourself a present line from Twin Peaks

62. Seven characters you relate to?

Diane Nguyen- Bojack Horseman

Klara- Klara and the Sun

Ezri Dax- Star Trek: ds9

Gregor Samsa- The Metamorphosis

Adaine Abernant- Fantasy High

63. Five songs you would play in your club?

Something to Say- Michaela Jaé

Juice- Lizzo

XS- Rina Sawayama

Bubblegum Bitch- Marina and the Diamonds

Boys Don’t Cry- the cure

64. Favorite childhood website?

GirlsGoGames!

65. Any permanent scars?

One on my face just under my mouth from a really bad butter burn, and one from sewing my hand to a pillow in home ec

66. Favorite flower?

Any kind of pea

67. Good luck charms?

My pocket knife Lorraine!

68. Worst flavor?

Frozen octopus

69. A fun fact you don’t know how you learned?

Coconut water can be used in emergency blood transfusions when no blood is available

70. Left or right handed?

Right

71. Least favorite pattern?

Polka dots

72. Worst subject?

Biological sciences

73. Favorite weird flavor combo?

Grapes and cheese (idk if that’s weird though) also popcorn and whipped cream

74. At what pain level do you have to be at before you take ibuprofen?

5-ish

75. When did you lose your first tooth?

Eight I think

76. Favorite potato food?

Potato soup!!!

77. Best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Thyme!

78. Coffee at a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Coffee from a gas station

79. Which looks better, school id or driver’s license?

School id

80. Earth tones or jewel tones?

Earth for clothes jewel for decorations!

81. Fireflies or lightning bugs?

Fireflies??

82. Pc or console

I do not have either nor have I ever had either

83. Writing or drawing?

Writing :)

84. Podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts, I find them more accessible

85. Barbie or Polly pocket?

Barbie!

86. Fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology!! Especially Norse mythology (my dad got me into it)

87. Cookies or cupcakes?

Cupcakes <3

88. Your greatest fear?

Losing control of my body/mental state

89. Your greatest wish?

To be a published author!

90. Luckiest mistake?

Once submitted a story to the wrong contest but won nationally!

91. Boxes or bags?

Bags are easier to carry

92. Lamps, overhead lights, sunlight, or fairy lights?

Sunlight all the way

93. Nicknames?

My dad calls me chicken but that’s it

94. Favorite season?

Autumn

95. Favorite app on your phone?

My solitaire app or Dropout

96. Desktop background?

Ummm no desktop

97. How many phone numbers do you have memorized?

Two

98. Favorite historical era?

Ummmmmmmmm pirates

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dyaz-stories · 4 years ago

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Screaming Color — A SessKagu One-Shot

“The rest of the world was black and white... but we were in screaming colors”

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Also available on Ao3 and ff.net.

Prom night. Balloons suspended around the school gym in a desperate attempt to make it look a little more dreamy, not-so-dazzling lights, the one mirrorball the school owned, which had probably been purchased at the peak of the disco era, considering its looks, glitter on the floor, and bad music. Girls dressed to the nines and boys, well, making an effort, at least. Smiles, heartbreak, epic highs and lows of teenage romance.

And, standing by the drinks table, bored out of her damn mind, Kagura Kaze, art teacher in her thirties, chaperoning.

To say this wasn’t Kagura’s dream night would have been a complete understatement. See, when Onigumo, the school director had approached her to give her that job, she had had a moment of hesitation. It had lasted a second, if not less, as memories flooded her mind. When she’d been in high school, she was way too cool for prom, so she had never experienced it, and it made her— it made her somewhat curious, you know? Made her want to know what all the fuss was about.

Of course, the thought quickly vanished from her mind. Obviously, she couldn’t experience it as a teenager again, and while it might have been fun back then, though she seriously doubted it, there was no way she would enjoy it even the tiniest bit now.

But because of her hesitation, she’d lost her way out, and that was how she found herself, well, here.

“I’m standing right here, Manten.”

The teenage boy seemed genuinely surprised to hear her talk, and almost dropped the bottle of alcohol he’d been about to pour in the punch that was available for all students to drink from.

“Yeah, I know, I just—”

He just hadn’t thought she’d say anything. She’d heard that a lot tonight, and she didn’t know whether to be flattered or offended. It definitely confirmed that she was the ‘cool teacher’, a title she’d earned because she was, by far, the best dressed teacher in school, because she actually had some renown in the art world and also because, if she dared to say so herself, she was an a-fucking-mazing teacher.

That would have come as a surprise to anyone, including her own self, just five years ago, when she’d gotten the job. She’d thought that would be the nail in the coffin of her creativity and of her already dying art career. She’d thought, and everyone around her agreed, that she would murder one of the young imbeciles she’d have to look after after just one day, and end up in jail, and if that didn’t happen, she would certainly die a long and boring death in the small high school of a small town, miles away from the city and everything she loved.

But, as it turned out, that had not been the case. She could, in fact, live without Starbucks, and she didn’t need to go shopping at high-end clothing stores every week-end.

Not that she could afford it these days.

As for teenagers, they were horrible, stupid, and hormonal, but some of them, sometimes, were also interesting. Those, she did her best to help. After all, Kagura liked talent. She took pride in her ability to spot it, even in its rawest form. She had thought it would make her bitter, to see these talented teenagers, with all their lives still ahead of themselves.

It didn’t. It just made her want to help them, and if that meant she had to do her damnedest to find scholarships they could apply to, well, she’d do that.

Other students didn’t complain about her class, either. It gave them an outlet for all sorts of emotions, and if there was one thing no one had ever said about her, it was that she was boring.

So it didn’t exactly surprise her, to hear that Manten had thought she’d let him spike the punch, but on the other hand— how did he dare? Did he really think she was that irresponsible? She wasn’t going to let teenagers get wasted on her watch.

“Give me the bottle, Manten,” she sighed, extending a perfectly manicured hand.

“But…”

“And tell your brother to come here and give me his,” she added, eyeing Hiten, who was watching the scene carefully, and who, of course, had sent his brother do his dirty job for him.

“Oh, Hiten would never—”

“You heard her, kid,” a deep voice growled from behind him. “Get it done.”

Manten immediately seemed to shrunk and disappear, which could have been a pretty funny sight, in different circumstances. The look Kagura gave to Inuyasha Taisho, P.E. teacher, was not amused.

“I was handling it,” she said dryly.

“Yeah, and I got it done faster.”

She had to resist the urge to snarl at him. Inuyasha was an alright person, but what an asshole he could be.

”Hey,” he said, clearing his throat awkwardly, clearly unaware of the less than charitable thoughts that were going through her mind, “you wouldn’t have happened to see—”

“I’ll tell you where she is if you get Miroku and Sango back from their break,” she interrupted him. “I want to take mine, and we need someone by this table.”

She didn’t add that they were probably making out. Miroku had taken two bottles she’d gotten from kids who also wanted to spike the punch — which showed that there was no coordination there and was very irresponsible of them, because what if they’d all succeeded, that would have been a disaster — and winked at her before leaving with the perpetually unimpressed Sango. Thinking back on it, she probably should have stopped him then and there.

She’d high-fived him instead.

“Sure,” Inuyasha shrugged, not realizing what he was probably opening himself to seeing. “So?”

“She took a group of lonely kids to the library.”

“Keh. Of course she would,” Inuyasha scoffed, but his dumb, soft smile betrayed his feelings. That was how he’d been tricked into being here tonight, too. Because, of course, ‘she’ had also volunteered to watch over the dance.

Another day, another time, Kagura would have loved to meddle in the slow-burn developing between him and the literature teacher, the lovely Kagome Higurashi, because they were so damn entertaining, definitely her favorite couple among the faculty, but if she stood there one minute longer, she was going to spontaneously combust or something.

“Good. I’m off.”

“Hey, wait a second—”

“Hiten, here!”

The teenage boy begrudgingly handed her a bottle of what she knew at a glance was a very, very nice wine. Those kids really had too much money and too little supervision for their own good, which wasn’t something she could fix. Wasn’t her job, either, but sometimes, it disappointed her a little. Gave her heart an unpleasant squeeze. Every year, how many of those kids graduated, about to jump headfirst into a shitty life that would never get better? How many of them had she failed?

That wasn’t something she ever thought about, before starting to work here. It wasn’t a pleasant thought by any means, but she didn’t hate it, either. It felt— needed. It felt like it was something she should have thought about before. Then maybe she could have made a difference sooner, maybe she would be doing a better job.

On the other hand, if she didn’t think about it, maybe she wouldn’t need a drink so bad right now.

“Mrs. Kaze,” a calm, even voice, called from behind her as she was just about to leave the gym, “may I ask where you are going?”

Kagura froze, closed her eyes a second, then turned around, a charming smile on her lips.

“I was just taking my break, Mr. Taisho,” she said, ignoring the way her heart was hammering in her chest, as it always did whenever she talked to him. “Care to join me?”

Sesshomaru Taisho rose an eyebrow at her offer, and she had to remind herself not to hold her breath waiting for an answer. She wasn’t one of the teenagers she was supposed to chaperone, dammit!

That was all his fault, by the way. He had no business looking this good. He hadn’t dressed up, exactly, but he was wearing a fitting white shirt, which underlined a nicely chiseled chest, and black pants, and that was enough to create the illusion. She knew, from the looks he was getting, that she wasn’t the only one feeling that way. His long white hair, which he usually tied into a ponytail, were falling over his broad shoulders, and she would have killed for that hair, but that wasn’t what got her attention.

No, she was entirely focused on his face. He had the type of face she would love to paint someday, and that was the first thing that had struck her about him, when she’d first met him. He was beautiful, sure, but beauty could be boring. With him, it wasn’t. It wasn’t just his sharp jaw, thin lips, straight nose and high cheekbones. He was much more than the sum of his parts, but Kagura was convinced that even without all of that, if she had met his golden eyes, if she had seen the intelligence behind it, she would have been irremediably lost, regardless of anything else.

Sesshomaru glanced behind him at Inuyasha, who was sullenly watching over the drink table where she’d abandoned him. The two of them were brothers, but you would never have guessed it from the way they acted with one another. There was a rather painful story behind that, which Kagura had heard from Miroku, but she knew better than to bring it up with the brothers, so she kept her mouth shut.

“I suppose I could,” he finally said. “Inuyasha knows better than to let Rin get in trouble.”

Another subject it was better not to speak on. Sesshomaru’s adopted daughter was the apple of his eye, and he was, perhaps, just a little overprotective. Some had tried to point it out to him, but they’d learned that he didn’t take kindly to comments on his parenting, something no one in school ignored, at this point.

Unfortunately — for herself —, Kagura had never been really good at not speaking her mind, and there was only so much she could hold back in one night, especially for the same guy.

“Rin’s perfectly capable of getting in and out of trouble if she chooses to. I doubt there’s much Inuyasha could do to stop her from doing that.” I doubt there’s much you could do to stop her from doing that.

Sesshomaru glared at her in silence for a few seconds, but that wasn’t nearly long enough for Kagura to regret speaking her mind.

“Why would Rin want to do that?” he finally asked.

“She’s sixteen,” Kagura shrugged. “She might want to… experiment.” Like with that Kohaku kid I’m positive you don’t know about. “Are you coming or what?”

Sesshomaru looked over his shoulder one last time, sighed deeply, then nodded. Kagura deemed to be an absolute win. He was by no means talkative, after all, and this conversation had gone well enough, considering who it was with.

“Let’s get to my room,” she said, tilting her head towards the door. “Yours is depressing.”

By that, she meant there was a plain, black board — because Sesshomaru refused to change it to a white one — and nothing else. Evenly spaced desks, one larger one for him, no books, no posters, no nothing.

“And yours is too full of useless things,” he replied, frowning ever so slightly. “You should throw them out as soon as you’ve finished that project.”

Kagura let out a horrified exclamation. She could never do that. She knew what it felt like, when someone threw out something you’d poured your heart into, and she didn’t see the need for her pupils to experience that just yet. Of course, she couldn’t keep everything, and at the end of the year, she did have to throw away things that were left, but it had never crossed her mind to do that during the year.

“My room,” she argued as the two of them walked through the silent hallways, “is pretty and the students are happy to come here. I doubt you can say the same thing.”

“I’ve never heard anyone complain.”

“That’s because they’re terrified of you!”

In the dimly lit hallways, she missed the half-smile that curved Sesshomaru’s lips while the two of them argued. Even if she’d seen it, she would probably have assumed she’d imagined it, and yet, it was there. Sesshomaru was enjoying himself.

With a frustrated sigh, she pushed the doors to her room and let him in, turning on the light to reveal a place she was genuinely proud of. On the walls hung finished products, on the tables, paintings were still drying, and on the shelves were the results of that time they had tried pottery. Inuyasha probably hadn’t been happy that she had used his ex’s contact information to find a teacher for that, but he hadn’t said anything about it.

He’d just hidden in the gymnasium all day.

“There,” she said, satisfied with the scene. Esthetically, maybe it wasn’t the most pleasing sight, but she could see all the efforts poured into this work. She knew what belonged to which student, by name. She knew which themes had felt the most personal to whom, she knew…

Ugh, she was getting all mushy now.

“Let’s drink,” she said, pulling out the two bottles she’d gotten off of Hiten and Manten earlier.

But Sesshomaru wasn’t listening to her. Instead, he stepped closer to one of the walls and examined it in silence. Kagura narrowed her eyes at him. What exactly was he… Ah.

“Fractals,” he said, a hint of surprise in his voice.

“Yeah, well, an assignment that was inspired by fractals,” Kagura said, rolling her eyes. She started tapping her fingernails on the wood of the desk she was sitting on. This was more embarrassing than she’d thought it would be. Not that she’d thought about it much, actually, otherwise she probably wouldn’t have done it. “Are we drinking or what?”

Sesshomaru looked at her over his shoulder.

“I do not think that is a very good idea. We need to look out for the students. We cannot do that drunk.”

Why did he have to be so reasonable all the time?

“Why fractals?”

Kagura pushed herself off the desk with a sigh and walked to his side.

“Well, I was looking into some geometrical things,” for no reasons whatsoever, “and I thought fractals were… an interesting theme. Most kids went for a mirror type of thing, but some took more interest in the snowflake shape and others on…” She sighed, but couldn’t quite contain her amused smile. “The Triforce, I guess.”

Sesshomaru watched her as she spoke. Kagura was always passionate about things. When she cared about things, it was obvious in her voice, in her attitude. Right now, her eyes shone as she examined her students’ project, her lips curved into a smile he knew she couldn’t quite control. She smirked, a lot, but she always looked like she was caught off-guard when she realized she was genuinely smiling.

“That isn’t a bad idea to get them interested,” Sesshomaru conceded, voice perhaps softer than it usually was. “To pick things they can— have fun making, I suppose.”

“Well, we don’t all have that luxury,” Kagura grinned, shooting him a wink. “You’d have trouble doing that, wouldn’t ya?”

Sesshomaru rose an eyebrow, and took a step towards her. Kagura tried to step back, only to realize her back was already against the wall. She swallowed as the tall, white-haired man leaned towards her, towering over her even though she was wearing high heels. Curse him and his stupid height…

“Is that a challenge, Kagura?” he asked, and God, his voice was doing all sorts of things to her.

She didn’t think he’d used her name before. She found she quite liked it.

“Might be,” she replied, lifting her chin defiantly. “I’m pretty sure even if you tried, you couldn’t get your students interested.”

Something dark briefly lit up in his golden eyes, and Sesshomaru sighed.

“You’re an impossible woman,” he said, possibly for himself more than for her.

“Yeah, I kind of pride myself on—”

Sesshomaru kissed her. At first, it felt brusque, his lips crashing against hers but remaining immobile, his body so completely tense against hers.

Kagura reacted immediately. She didn’t try to understand it, didn’t stop to consider whether or not that was a good idea. Before she could have any form of cohesive thoughts, she was pushing herself against him, her hands were in his hair as she pulled him down against her. If that took him by surprise, he didn’t show it. In a second, he’d pulled her away from the wall and lifted her onto a desk, where she promptly wrapped her legs around his waist.

She’d thought about this for years, wondered of what he’d taste like, how his body would feel against hers. His warmth, seeping through his clothes, was almost surprising, opposed to his usual cold demeanor. His large hands, his long fingers, moved slowly, up her legs, then on her waist, as he took his time to discover her body. It was the clash of her passion, her impatience, and his slow deliberateness.

When he pulled away from her, she let out an annoyed whimper, but didn’t try to hold him back. Instead, she took in the sight of him in that moment, and it made her smirk. She liked the way he looked right now. Disheveled, shirt all creased, tie half-undone, hair a mess. She liked the way his lips parted as he tried to steady his breathing. She knew that in a second, he would look as tidy as ever, but for now, she enjoyed a sight she doubted many people has set their eyes on before.

He cleared his throat and averted his eyes, and her smile widened. It only lasted a second before he did compose himself again, and when he looked back at her, it was gone.

“I think it’s time we go back. Shall we?” he asked, offering her his hand.

Kagura took it and jumped from the desk, quickly smoothing out her skirt. It wasn’t her first rodeo, and she knew she could make herself look perfectly presentable before she walked back into the gym.

“You should give that back to Hiten’s parents,” Sesshomaru added, pointing at the bottles she’d abandoned by the door. “He probably took it from them.”

She rolled her eyes. He just had to know everything better than everyone else, didn’t he? Fine. She would. Because, of course, it was the right, smart thing to do. It was just very annoying. Ugh. The things she was doing because she liked him…

She grabbed his tie and took to straightening it, and he went very quiet. His face didn’t express any emotion, but he didn’t have to for her to be able to read him. Pulling him forward, she planted a quick kiss on his lips.

“Watch out, professor,” she whispered huskily, “you have some lipstick there.”

Then she took a step back, winked at him, and disappeared through the door.

Sesshomaru spent long seconds there, regaining control of his breathing. He couldn’t explain to himself what was different about Kagura. Everything about her was fascinating. The way she moved, the way she talked, the was she smiled. She brought color to his mostly dull, black and white world, something only his adopted daughter had been able to do before. He had never really considered acting on — whatever it was he was feeling, until tonight.

Now he couldn’t stop thinking about when to do it again.

It was a shame the year was ending, but they’d both still be here for the next one. At the thought, his lips curved into a smile.

He would be looking forward to it.

Hiii, thanks for reading! I’m tentatively coming back on Tumblr so you might see more of me in the next days. I don’t think I’ll be engaging with any content from the sequel, at least for the time being though. Hope you enjoyed this piece I wrote while I was gone!

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