#classtime annoyed

[skenisasleb]

Teehee what if I completely infodump Ted lore on you all even though no one cares except me 😎

WARNING: Drug use, blood and old ass art

Introduction

Teddison Vanhalious Gafford (Ted), was the first South Park OC I have ever made. He was my favorite to draw for a LONG time, and I placed him directly into the canon universe of South Park. Which means I came up with several scenarios that were South Park worthy.

Which means I made SEVERAL versions of him in degrading South Park themed ‘episodes’ that I made up. It was fun and funny. :b

(For your own safety tho, if you ask about any of these specific forms, be warned that the answer may be very unusual 💀)

Ted’s story and lore is VERY detailed, so be warned that this is VERY long LMFAO.

Also Ted’s full name is supposed to sound weird. I just thought it would be funny if his full name sounded like an over-extravagant collection of syllables.

Ted’s Main Story

Originally, Ted’s father owned the Teddy Graham’s industry. But I changed that later so that it would seem less random, so now he just owns a very nondescript graham cracker industry.

Ted’s mother left when Ted was 2, so he remembers nothing about her. Ever since then though, his father became more and more distant with his son. That’s when Ted started developing the habit of infodumping on everyone he sees, since there’s no one else at home to talk to. His father is either away on a business trip, or locked up in his study. They also rarely never cross paths in their mansion since it’s so huge.

Ted has also started to take everything his father says at heart since he rarely ever speaks to him in the first place. For instance, his father once told him to start ‘acting like his age,’ therefore Ted started wearing the most cliché kid’s clothes.

Ted’s Relationships

Ted’s relationship with Oliver is the most important one. Oliver originally hated Ted in the beginning, since all he always wanted was peace and tranquility, and now all of a sudden a ranting chatterbox was talking to him every second of the day.

But Oliver started learning more and more about Ted, including his relationship with his father. He opened up to Ted eventually, and he realized that the silence wasn’t always a great thing for him. The both of them started giving moral support for each other, Oliver helping Ted through his hardships and Ted supporting Oliver against his toxic parents.

Ted is very good friends with Casey. They both share the same energy; both of them being complete airheads. Ted also gets along very well with Ernesto, though Ted backs up most of the conversation.

There is an OC I have not brought back yet, a teacher named Ms. Freese. I should probably bring her back soon. But Ted has a one-sided friendship with her; Ms. Freese finds Ted completely annoying but Ted won’t leave her alone during classtime.

The relationship between Augustus, Oliver, and Ted is more complicated.

Oliver absolutely hates Augustus, thinking he’s a self-righteous snob who thinks he’s better than everyone else. Augustus hates Oliver for exactly the same reason. Ted doesn’t have a direct relationship with Augustus, but he tried his best to break up fights or arguments between the two.

Ted’s Side Plots/Lore

The first episode arc I have included with Ted is his superhero-persona arc.

His superhero persona is Blackbear, whom everyone makes fun of for being a furry.

He doesn’t have any specific powers, but he fills his boxing gloves with rocks so that his punches hurt like hell.

He keeps his identity hidden by not only wearing a mascot head, but also taping his mouth shut so that he’s completely mute, so not to give himself away immediately by talking so much like he usually does.

He actually is more of an anti-hero than a full hero. He takes sides simply depending on who he agrees with; morals out of the question.

He sometimes gets into so much trouble and fights so hard that he gets severely hurt. His pain tolerance is very high and he runs off of adrenaline, so he sometimes takes things too far.

The second arc I have made for Ted is his rapper phase, Teddi G.

I haven’t fully developed the story of Teddi G, but honestly I think it’s kind of just very funny to keep it in the dark to use as a joke even though I made it an outlet of trauma for Ted— 😭

I’m going to include one side plot that is very controversial. It is one of the degrading ‘episode’ ideas I have for Ted. It is where Ted runs away from home, and tries to find a place to live, but ends up in an alley in the middle of the night with nowhere to go. A homeless man took him into the alley, took pity on him and offered him marijuana. Ted took the offer and ended up trashed in the alley until Oliver found him. *COUGH* yeah like I said; scenarios that fit into the South Park scene 💀

Anyways, I have made other ‘episode’ ideas for Ted, but that’s all I’m going to share since thats the LEAST scary one 💀

Thanks for reading this far!! :DD

[nowavillain]

i’ll shut up. @snakebiteprofessor

[a-dumdum]

Idk if this is where you request a matchup but ill try either way. Im a 5’3 bisexual female. I don’t mind being paired with a boy or girl whatever you would like! I am a very chaotic person and I cause a lot of trouble. Im 17 and I cause the most trouble in my class. I talk fast, like really fast. I have brown hair and grey eyes but a lot of times I get rude comments on my eyes. Im also a leo. I spend most of my time pranking people or calling my friends. I hope this is enough information for you! I’d be very thankful if you read this.👌

Hey hey! I'm thankful you requested!!!

I match you with...

TOORU HAKAGURE

Hagakure definitely isn't as much of a trouble maker as you, but she's definitely supportive.

You definitely bring out Hagakure's more chaotic side (much to Aizawa's chagrin), while she helps to reign you in sometimes (much to Aizawa's gratitude).

I couldn't even begin to count how many conversations you guys have.

Before classes, after classes, during classes. (that last one has gotten you two in trouble occasionally)(only when you get caught)

The two of spent many nights and weekends, sitting on either on of your beds and prank calling people in either of your contact lists.

One time you ended up prank calling Bakugou, who was not very happy being called at 11:00 at night on a Sunday.

That Monday he was more miserable and he almost pummeled you and Hagakure during training.

Hagakure prefers the basics.

Like the water bucket over the door!

You had placed the bucket over the door and waited, hidden in the corridor, anticipating Bakugo to be the victim since he always wanted to be the first one in the room.

This, however, was not the case, and you found yourselves watching as Aizawa walked into the room and get covered in water.

You've never seen him that angry.

You didn't get caught, thankfully. You were sure if he caught you, the two of you would be dead.

Hagakure is a bubbly girl with a lot of friends.

Friends that soon become your friends!

One of the things that makes Hagakure most happy is seeing you interact with her friends.

She loves just being around you and them and seeing you interact.

Hagakure herself is no stranger to rude comments.

She's invisible, no one really knows what she looks like.

And that results in some creative comments about what her appearance could be.

She's gotten used to the less-than-pleasant comments, and wouldn't hesitate to defend you if someone were to say something to you.

Whether you get upset at the comments, or if you just brush them off, it doesn't matter to Hagakure.

In the end, someone insulted her beloved, and that's no good in her book.

You two are some of the most fast-paced people in Class 1-A, and your the most fast-paced couple.

Some people (by some I mean just Bakugo) find that your fast talking is annoying, but Hagakure likes to take it all in.

She's a fast talker herself, and she loves the quick conversations the two of you have.

The two of you probably met at the beginning of UA class, where she was impressed by your quirk (whatever that may be).

A lot of classtime for her had been spent jumping around from person to person, introducing herself and trying to make friends with who she could.

She found herself drawn to you and your troublemaker attitude.

(She had to be honest, she had a type)

Which led to her practically attaching herself to you and keeping with you.

Every time you had training, she found herself trying to partner up with you, just to see you.

Maybe you were oblivious and didn't notice her advances

Maybe you recognized it right away

It doesn't really matter when you realized she had feelings for you, because eventually she brought herself up to confess to you.

Very casually.

The two of you were relaxing in her room after having been chased around by Aizawa for another one of you hilarious pranks when she brought it up absentmindedly.

"Hey, Cecedrake, I like you."

"Well, yeah, we're friends I would hope so."

"I mean I like you in the romantic sense."

"Oh."

And that was it! You two walked out of class one day as friends, and came in as girlfriends the next.

Cutest couple!

This was fun to write! I tried my best, but if you feel I didn't portray you correctly or you got someone you don't really like, feel free to tell me and I'll happily redo it!

[werewolfetone]

Hello!!!

How are you??

What are you doing/have you done today?

Love you!!! Bye!!

I'm good!

I have to do a whole summative at home because the teacher decided reviewing for the state standardized tests was more important than giving us classtime to work on it, which is pretty annoying. IN BETTER NEWS I'm so close to finishing Can You Forgive Her and then I get to read The Blorbo Book

[yurimother]

LGBTQ Light Novel Review - Adachi and Shimamura Vol. 1

In Yuri, as with most things, what is popular is not always what is good, or rather, the most prolific item is usually successful because of massive marketing and economic power, and rarely because of a work’s merit. That is not to say that just because something is beloved, it is a bad work, far from it. It is nearly impossible to achieve commercial success if the content is terrible, although NTR Netsuzou Trap challenges this statement. However, the vast majority of the most consumed Yuri series like Bloom Into You and Yuru Yuri are good and even great at times, even if they are not the pinnacle of the genre, despite what sales figures and community polls may tell you. Occasionally the (subjective) best can rise to the top, like Kase-san and My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness, both of which have lauded appropriate praise from critics and audiences.

Iruma Hitoma’s Adachi and Shimamura is a well-liked and successful series, publishing eight volumes over the past seven years, spawning two manga adaptations, and receiving an anime adaptation, which currently scheduled to premiere later this year. The light novel finally makes its English debut, and I found the first volume, sadly, disappointing. There are some lovely moments, and I understand why this series is so widespread, but far too much of the material felt aimless, unnecessary, or even aggravating. Give me a few hours and an X-Acto knife (or the copy-paste tool, considering this was an early digital release), and I could probably salvage a pretty good short story from the unfortunate drudgery that is this light novel. Still, as a whole, it would rank significantly far beyond other popular and frankly superior titles.

The light novel follows two high school girls, Adachi and Shimamura, who are both delinquents that regularly play hooky. The two meet when they both choose the same hiding spot, a loft in the gymnasium, and the two become friends, spending their classtime avoiding other people and playing ping-pong in the loft. This concept quickly wears thin as the author feels the need to drill it into the readers’ skulls over the first two chapters. Eventually, the actual plot, if you could call it that, takes over, and the rest of the volume follows the two girls on their inconsequential adventures, going to the mall, fishing, and singing karaoke. Now, there is nothing wrong with a relaxing slice of life about girls doing everyday things, but Adachi and Shimamura utterly fails in this endeavor.

There is a semblance of a narrative arc, but meaningless occurrences so muddle it. After almost every scene, I found myself asking why it was included, what the point was, what the consequences were, what effect it had on the overall story, and there was hardly ever an answer. Sure, there were cute moments, like Shimamura riding on the back of Adachi’s bike or the two girls holding hands which one can squeal and throw money at, but it all feels so distracting. These inadequacies are made all the worse because the story underneath all the garbage is actually rather enjoyable.

 Chapter Three, “Adachi, Questioning” is a definite highlight of the story. This section sees Adachi having a salacious dream about Shimamura and struggling to come to terms with it and her feelings. Her inner conflict includes some pleading and self-assurances she is not gay. This assertion quickly begins to shatter as she struggles to control herself. This chapter is realistic, if a bit sensationalized, and captures that awkward teenage lesbian experience perfectly. If one reads only this chapter and a bit of the start of the novel for context, you will find a fantastic story.

Another feather in this series cap is Iruma’s prose, translated by Molly Lee. The light novel reads exceptionally well, with varied and complicated writings, raising it above most other light novels whose composition I struggle to identify alongside my elementary students’ writings. The perspective shifts back and forth between the title characters every chapter or so, providing readers with a nice bit of dramatic irony, as the girls wonder about the other’s actions or thoughts. Such moments are the only time the author shows us any sense of logic or consequence. My only complaint with the prose is the over-reliance on narrating the characters’ thoughts. These comments are usually sarcastic and used for comedic effect but become a bit tiring.

The story may be thin and convoluted, but the characters are at least consistent. Sadly, they are consistently terrible, ranging from unlikable to downright annoying. Both Adachi and Shimamura are incredibly antisocial, with the former being somewhat more anxious and closed off. Neither one has any ability to connect with other people beyond awkward conversations or snark. At more than one point, Adachi actually runs away from an uncomfortable situation. Their introversion does not read well. Both girls come off as cold and unkind, not touching, cute, or relatable. I cannot fathom what they possibly see in friendship with each other, and this is a serious failing on the author’s part. But nothing, no aspect of their character, could possibly make them worse than Chikama Yashiro.

Yashiro is a small time-traveling alien from the future who forces her friendship on Shimamura. If that sounds awkward and out of place here, do not worry, it does in the book too. No other character indicates any level of fantasy. They at least maintain a semblance of reality even if their personalities are unrealistically callous. Yashiro feels like a strange addition from a fanfiction. Not only is she out of place with the rest of the story, but she is aggressively bothersome. On more than one occasion, she forces her company on Shimamura and loudly interrupts the already struggling plot. The worst of these incidents occurs when Adachi finally gets Shimamura to agree to an outing together at the mall, only to have a bratty alien impose her company on them. In the end, the only emotion the girls feel which Iruma manages to convey is anger and annoyance, as readers will be nothing short of fuming after reading chapters about the bothersome creature.

Adachi and Shimamura is a resounding disappointment. There are individual moments of cuteness, none of which have meaning, and one chapter with some actual stakes and engaging story. Other works, like Yuru Yuri, have shown that inconsequential slice of life stories can thrive with engaging characters and fun situations, but Adachi and Shimamura has neither. However, I still have some hope for the upcoming anime adaptation. Crazy and annoying antics like Yashiro’s will likely come across better in a visual medium, where characters can be reactive and exaggerated better than in text. Further, I think the additional dialogue required by television will help the girls feel less distant and more engaging for the viewer. I recommend you skip reading this book and wait to see if the anime has anything more to offer, or if future volumes can improve the shoddy storytelling.

Ratings: Story – 4 Characters – 2 LGBTQ – 6 Sexual Content – 1 Final – 3 

Purchase Adachi and Shimamura Vol. 1 here: https://amzn.to/3alTyLM

Review copy provided by Seven Seas Entertainment

[uwuyangin]

i wish i were her. . . (hyunjin x reader)

✩ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: although (y/n) is only his best friend, she seems to have fallen in love with the one and only hwang hyunjin. however, it appears he has fallen for someone else and all (y/n) could do was watch in jealousy.

✩ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 + 𝐚/𝐧: based on conan gray’s ‘heather’ song. sorry if this sucks, i’m a bit rusty right now with writing but i’m trying to improve! cursing ahead as well. friend’s to lovers au! credit to original owner of gif.

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you wished it didn’t hurt as much as it did. but you felt like your world was on fire and your body was slowly burning with each inhale and exhale. your vision had become hazy from staring too long, and even a single blink would cause irritation. but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the scene that played before you. 

his hands were placed on her hips so naturally and teasingly, almost as if he wanted her to feel them lingering. the subtle tap of his fingers and growing smile of adoration showed that he was indeed paying attention to everything the girl was saying. the right side of his body leaned against the wall for support, and if this were any other moment, you would comment about his cool demeanor. however, your gut was twisting inside at the sight. the girl twirled a piece of hair in her fingers, too distracted by the beauty of him to stop her habit. they talked about anything and everything at the same time; their favorite colors, passions, what they did in their freetime, etc. they never stopped for even one second to pause and take a breath as their conversation was far too engaging. most students would complain about the shortage of time between passing from class to class, but this seemed neverending. 

the school bell rang in your ears and shook you up a bit, making you bump backwards into your open locker. shit, only a minute to get to class. as you slammed the locker closed, you overheard their conversation clearly.

“i’ll see you at lunch? the usual spot?” she asked softly. 

hyunjin nodded with a smile, his eyes crinkling as well. “yeah, of course. see you then.”

the girl reached up on the highest of her tippy toes and placed a gentle kiss upon his cheek. he stared at her with widened eyes as that was their first interaction of PDA. a grin soon broke on his face and he chuckled to himself as she scurried away not long after.

hyunjin turned in his tracks only to see you standing at your locker with a locked gaze on the tiled floor. typically you were first to enter a classroom so it was weird to see you standing around doing nothing. especially with only one minute left to get to class. he stuffed his hands into his pockets and headed over, a frown on his lips.

“(Y/N)-ah? are you okay?”

this snapped you out of your thoughts as you glanced up at the man before you. he looked so concerned... you always loved the way his lips would pout when he worried about you. It made you feel special in a way. but nothing about this was special. not when you felt like digging yourself in the ground from being second best.

“i’m fine.” 

you lied, and it was obvious. hyunjin knew you better than that. at least you liked to believe so. you watched the way his eyebrows furrowed in confusion because you were typically so open to talk to him. simple sentences weren’t something you believed in. rambling was one of your hobbies, and hyunjin loved that about you. it was clear that you were not mentally okay so he sighed and walked a bit closer, trying to examine your face for more evidence. 

“i know you’re lying. what’s wrong?” he pressed. he cocked his head to the side with some of his bangs falling in front of his face. 

he looked so beautiful like that and all you wanted was to reach out and caress his cheeks. to tell him how much you loved him and that you would do anything for him. literally anything. nothing could ever amount to him and you knew this. you knew you were in over your head with this friendship because he could never see you like that. could he?

“i-i don’t want to talk about it.” you mumbled. 

your eyes avoided his though it was hard as all attention was on you. the second bell had run, signifying class had started. you inwardly cursed as you were missing mathematics and you knew you needed to bring up your grade. 

“look, I have to get to class-” you started but hyunjin interrupted you.

“hey, hey. i’m not letting you go until you tell me what’s wrong. what are best friends for?” 

god, that hurt a lot. best friends. that’s all you’ll ever be. because you could see how head over heels he was over this girl. you’ve never seen him be so happy and giddy, like a new chapter of his life was being discovered. 

your frown deepened and hyunjin grew more visibly confused. why were you pushing him way?

“hyunjin, I really don’t want to talk about it with you.” your response was somewhat cold, and emphasized on the ‘with you’ part.

“what is that supposed to mean?” 

it was no doubt that he was hurt. you always came to him for everything and now you couldn’t even tell him what was on your mind. he knew that your friendship was important but now it felt as if it was just a gap between the two of you. you couldn’t go to him anymore for things, instead, you depended on yourself. you felt alone even if hyunjin offered to hear you out. it wasn’t the same; it never would be the same. you rolled your eyes, and started on your way only to feel him tug at your arm. you stumbled backwards and scoffed.

“dude, what the hell? i have to get going,” you fumed.

“no, i want to know why you’re acting like this. i know you’re stubborn but not this stubborn. why can’t you just tell me what’s wrong? i want to help.” he insisted, and it was obvious he was growing annoyed.

you let out a bitter laugh. “you want to help me? oh, so now you care. just leave me alone.” 

this took him by surprise as he let go of your arm, looking you up and down as if you were someone else. what happened to the (Y/N) he knew? his best friend didn’t act like this. his (Y/N) would’ve given in and hugged him, telling him what was on her mind while he issued advice. he was always known to be the shoulder to lean on but it appears (Y/N) didn’t need him anymore.

“what do you mean? i’ve always cared about you and our friendship. you’re not making any sense-”

“god, hyunjin! i don’t want to talk about it!” 

your voice broke at the end, and if you continued to speak anymore then tears would begin to fall. you knew hyunjin hated seeing you cry because it always made him cry. the last thing you needed was being caught in the hallways during classtime in an emotional wreck. 

hyunjin’s eyes softened at the sight of you and knew that you would crack any minute. he knew you like the back of his hand, sometimes better than he knew himself. “you can always tell me anything. i want to know what’s wrong, (Y/N)-ah. please stop trying to fight me.” 

his words sent you over the edge, and the piled up angst had spilled out. you were angry, upset, and heartbroken. tears released from your eyes and slowly fell from your cheeks, your strong facade fading. he watched in silence as you became a mess in front of him. he wanted to know who hurt you and what he could do to kick their ass. nothing hurt him more than seeing you in such a state.

“it’s you! you’re the problem! you never make time for me anymore, and i feel like i’ve been replaced. we’re supposed to be best friends, right? it doesn’t feel like it anymore.” you exploded, only telling half of the truth.

hyunjin stood frozen in the spot as he was shocked that he was the problem. had he really been making you feel like that? before guilt could settle in, he soon became irritated because he had tried to make plans with you, tried to talk to you, but all you did was push him away. what exactly was he doing wrong? he could tell you were holding back from something and he clicked his tongue at her. 

“i have tried to make you feel included in everything i do. i’m sorry if i’m more preoccupied with my time but i do try to fit you in as well. don’t tell me this whole thing is one-sided.” he couldn’t help but to get defensive.

“no, you don’t! all your time goes towards her, and it’s bad enough i’m losing my best friend-” you started but soon cut yourself off, almost outing your feelings. hyunjin rose his eyebrow at you.

“nevermind, i don’t care.” 

“no, no. keep going. because as far as i’m concerned, you can’t seem to accept that i finally found someone who i love and you want to be selfish and tell me i should make more time for you? i’m sorry that i have more than one person in my life, (Y/N). but i’m finally happy.”

hyunjin knew his words were quite harsh but they were true. he felt happy, and he felt as if you should see that. if this were the other way around, he would be ecstatic for you. however, his shoulders slumped and his face softened once more at the way you crumbled before him. you were crying more than before, and it looked as if he went too far. 

“i am in love with you, hyun. but i can see you don’t feel the same.” 

your words were so soft and broken. he froze in his spot, his ears perking up at the word ‘love’. his whole body felt on fire and his cheeks warmed up from being put on the spot. despite his flustered state, hyunjin tried to reach out towards you. “wait, w-what?” 

“it doesn’t matter.” you forced out and wiped at your tears before brushing past him, wanting to just head home and skip the rest of your classes. 

as you continued on out the entrance of the school, hyunjin remained in his spot while staring blankly at the ground. he felt so dumb, and the guilt was beginning to settle in. you were in love with him, his best friend was in love with him. he felt his chest clench as he felt the second hand heartbreak you had been experiencing these past couple of weeks. he had been unintentionally hurting you and because of his defensive state, he had told you that she was more of a priority. he felt stupid and helpless in that moment. but more importantly, hyunjin felt defeated as he knew that things would never return to the way they were. though he should feel platonically about this situation, something in him was ignited about the fact that you were in love with him. so he leaned against the lockers and slowly slid down, collapsing against the tiles. all he could do was sit there and think about what to do next, regret filling his system. 

let me know if you would like a part two. :)

[bnha-heroofheadcanons]

So I love thinking about the bnha characters and have a few little quirky ideas of how they’d do things! So here’s the first ones I’ve got!

How Bakugou, Todoroki, and Deku would first approach a crush!

Deku approaching his crush!

At first he doesn’t really acknowledge that he likes you! He wants to be the greatest hero ever first and foremost!

He spends more time with them though and it gets harder to ignore, he’s smart after all and knows it could put you in danger but he’s having trouble because he’s such an earnest person.

He gets his courage together one day around lunch time, he asks you to lunch with him, you’re surprised and he seems like he isn’t all that surprised at your hesitation. It’s sudden and you and he are such good friends by now, but he looks so serious.

You join him for lunch and the last thing you expected from the aspiring hero is him suddenly and loudly saying “I really like you! Will you go out with me?!” In a slightly panicked voice as if he’s more worried about you rejecting him. He’s also quick to apologize and laugh nervously. You’re confident though and smile, just kissing his cheek and telling him “I’d love to.” a successful approach!

Bakugou approaching his crush!

First of all, he’s laughing internally because there is no way in hell he would ever distract himself with a stupid crush. He’ll crush all his competition!! Including you! You’re a rival just the same!

Here’s the problem though...You’re fire and passion just like him and you don’t take his bullshit. Whenever he gets super angry at you and starts blowing things up you don’t hesitate to grab his hands firmly, he’ll hurt you a few times before he eventually starts instantly stopping any time you take his hands. You hold them tightly and any time the class sees they make fun of you both.

He’s so...sick of your shit...but can’t stop thinking about you. The class’ taunts have started to get to him and...okay maybe, just maybe your irritating passion and drive have won him over. Angry, he slams his hands on his desk and the whole class freezes waiting for him to explode. He does as he stomps over to you.

He’s an in the moment type and his temper controls the way he talks for sure. When he stops in front of your desk and suddenly yells, “You’re so irritating! It’s fucking annoying how I can’t get you out of my head. So go on a date with me so I can finally decide I hate you and stop this bullshit.” It’s not elegant and it kinda pisses you off but it seems very much like something he’d do. You tell him “no” in front of the class, teasingly, and his palms explode but then you pull him down and whisper “Yes you little baby now go sit down.” He’s angry but it is classtime and Aizawa is just shaking his head at the whole scene.

Todoroki approaching his crush!

Todoroki is consumed by his desire to become a hero too. He focuses so much on it he hardly has time for anything else he trains too hard and switches partners often, he’s partnered with you several times but there’s nothing special to your first interactions with him. He’s calm and collected as always.

The next interaction is more memorable, you hadn’t been watching where you were going in the cafeteria and ran smack into Todoroki, covering you both with Lunch Rush’s precious lunch. You both got an earful from Lunch Rush, you especially and you could have sworn you heard a gentle chuckle from him.

After that, because Lunch Rush makes you both help do dishes for a month for wasting food, you two get to know each other better since you’re the only ones around to talk to. Even after punishment is over you two start sitting together to eat. At first Todoroki is very confused about the strange feelings showing up inside him, he’s never felt much but sadness over his mother or anger over his father, and the desire to protect others. You’re different somehow though, you’re not talking to him because he’s a pro hero’s son, but because you like Shoto Todoroki.

He’s obvious once he starts noticing his feelings for you, he pays more attention, his voice wavers only slightly while keeping his deadpan blank stare most of the time, so when it’s after school and you’re walking with him towards your respective homes, it’s a little romantic when he grabs your hand and looks you square in the eye. “Listen...this is going to sound strange but, I would really like it if you’d go out with me.” You giggle at him because you’d already noticed how he felt but he can be somewhat oblivious to obvious hints. You tell him “Of course I’d love to.” The rest of the walk is done holding hands.

[pennyfynotes]

8.19.17 // 8:30pm // guide to freshman year of hs

my flurry of bts masterposts is coming to an end (i think) and i wanted to make something geared toward my younger followers. starting high school is arguably more intimidating than starting college and hopefully these tips will help you out. xoxo, m

ps. it’s been 5 years since i was an hs freshman so my tips might be a little dated lol :)

1. get familiar with your classrooms/ the layout of the school. most high schools offer some sort of orientation where you can walk around and find where all your classes are. take advantage of this. nothing adds to first day stress like not knowing where you are/where you’re going. for added security, try walking your entire schedule and time how long it takes you to get from place to place. this way you’ll know when you need to pick up the pace between classes.

>>>side note: try to map your locker into your route, if you plan to use it. figure out when the best times to go would be.

2. practice opening a combination lock. some middle schools use these on their lockers, others might not. it’s definitely annoying to have to struggle with your lock. here are some general directions: turn the knob to the right (cw) around 2x (or 3x) to reset the lock, then stop at the first number. turn the knob to the left until you pass the first number then stop at the second one. turn the knob to the right until you reach the 3rd number, stop and pull down.

>>> some locks are weird. if those directions don’t work, your best bet is to ask a teacher/upperclassman for help, because they probably know the tricks to getting your lock/locker open. at my hs, instead of stopping at the third number, you had to keep turning to the right until the knob stopped turning, then open.

3. wait to buy some supplies. some teachers are very particular in terms of what supplies you use in their class. unlike in middle school (at least mine), you won’t get a comprehensive, general supply list. buy what you think you’ll need (ex: folders if you like folders, binders if you like those), but don’t get everything. especially expensive things or specific things. you’ll always need something to write on (either loose paper or notebooks) so that’s pretty safe, but i’d hold off on buying a notebook for each class or 2 5-subject notebooks. here are some reasons why/some things to avoid:

>>> some teachers want a notebook just for their class

>>> some teachers will require a binder with looseleaf

>>> some will insist on graph paper notebooks or composition books

>>> some teachers will want a specific model of calculator **this is so important. don’t go out and buy a new calculator until the first day!!!

4. do your work/actually try when needed. teachers aren’t going to coddle you and keep asking for late assignments. they might ask once or twice, but beyond that, its on you. hs teachers (mostly) are still very willing to help students who are struggling, but if your grade is low because you don’t turn anything in or just don’t try on your assignments, they’re not going to be very sympathetic.

>>> please don’t ask for extra credit if you haven’t turned everything in/always turn in things late. your teacher will be very unhappy

5. don’t be rude to your teachers. this may seem kind of obvious, but you’re going to need to be in your teacher’s good graces now more than in middle school. you’re going to need to ask for recs and if you were an absolute jerk to all your teachers, you’re going to have a tough time getting those. also, if you build good relationships with your teachers, they’ll trust you more and give you more free reign. that’s always a good thing. also (at least in my state), the life of a teacher kinda sucks, so be nice. they’re trying to help (well most of them are)

6. some quick tips so you don’t get on the nerves of all the upperclassmen.

>>> don’t stop in the hallways. ever. you will get a million dirty looks. if you want to talk to a friend or something, go into a classroom or pull off to the side (as close to the wall as possible)

>>> on a similar vein, don’t eat lunch in the middle of the hall (if that’s an option at your school). it’s annoying af when you have to squeeze yourself against a wall bc people are having a friendship circle in the hallway.

>>> don’t be super loud in the hallways (especially during classtimes). it’s distracting esp if you’re taking a test.

>>> don’t be super competitive/grade-oriented. this is just a tip for life in general, but you’ll just make enemies this way. not a smart move.

i wish this was more helpful, but i honestly don’t remember much about hs freshman year and the worries i had going in. feel free to message with any other questions and i’ll do my best to answer!

[chasseuseartisane-blog]

Basics: 

Wand: Unicorn hair, alder 

Patronus: baby dragon

Boggart: members of her family telling her she’s not wanted

Headcanons:

Marie will come up with the most ridiculous stories she can think of if someone asks her what her blood status is, because she does not know the answer and does not care

Marie’s adoptive parents are both muggleborn Hufflepuffs, so she grew up with both worlds and finds it hilarious that somehow her parents adopted two magical children

Marie’s mother works in a little dress alteration store for Muggles, and her father works with dragons, and there’s no question that Marie and Marian are follow their parents’ paths

Marie knows everyone, and it’s the reason she’s such a good prefect – she meets them once and never forgets them again, so she can talk to everyone easily

She’s also the prefect that all first years like to go to for help, even those that are from other houses

Marie typically plays with the rules by officially sticking to them, but just bending them a little

But when she does break the rules, she does so in a spectacular style, like pulling a big pranks

She also tells everyone not to fight, but she is the first to forget her wand when someone insults her family, friends, or house – she fights Muggle-style

When she does get into trouble, Marie’s the first to face up to it; she never tries to deny what she has done

She joined the Quidditch team in her third year; Marian had already been a Beater, and he’d complained that his partner that year was a total idiot. In the middle of the third practice session, she’d gotten so annoyed at that guy’s playing that she grabbed Marian’s broom and bat, and won her place on the team 

The Duvals are practically psychic when on the field, because Marie is fast and hits Bludgers away from their team in Marian’s direction, and he then hits them much harder towards the other team

Marie’s only intense about Quidditch just before a game, the rest of the time she’s pretty relaxed

Marie will play little pranks on people she’s close to, simple things like charming their hair to look like different colours

Marie will only be in proper uniform during classtimes; any other time, she’ll still be modestly dressed but definitely not in uniform

Marie often charms her hair to match her outfits when she’s not in uniform so it’ll be brown during class but every other time, it’s probably some random colour

Marie likes to be outside as much as possible and will take her various projects (whether homework or personal) outside so she can work on them in fresh air

She’s studying Care of Magical Creatures, DADA, Potions, Herbology, Charms and Transfiguration

Marie’s not the greatest student, she only does enough work on the theoretical side to get average marks because she’s not the most confident with essays and exams, but on the practical side of it, she’s not immensely powerful but she does pick new spells up really quickly

Marie’s a year younger than Marian, but ends up friends with all his friends anyway 

The Sorting Hat did consider putting Marie into Gryffindor, but decided she would probably be too reckless there and put her in Hufflepuff as it would be better for her 

Marie is completely oblivious to things; she might know everyone but she doesn’t listen to the gossip or pick up on signals. People have to spell things out for her when it comes to relationships, but no one ever does, either because they don’t realise she doesn’t know or it amuses them too much when she accidentally says innuendos. 

Marian is the official owner of the owl Jacques, but the grey owl is essentially hers as well

Marie is the only person that her mottled, mean-spirited cat Belle will actually let pet her, and even then, Marie gets clawed half the time

[krkrandstuff]

Kristin ponders about Kristin

still trying to figure myself out..

It’s hard to talk about struggling when there is nothing outwardly wrong and there has never been. Am I even struggling or am I just whining? Why can’t I move forward? Why am I stuck?

Lemme summarize and hopefully not ramble too much but this post is for me mainly, soooo, you know. My homelife has been idyllic, happy, I guess. No struggle, nothing traumatic. I’d call it vanilla. Everything was fine. Emotionally, maybe not so much, but growing up is a time of change, right?

I had some body image issues start up in intermediate school, but who doesn’t, honestly? Being a tall and fat female surrounded by petite and cute girls - I felt stupid wanting to be what they were. I shouldn’t be wearing makeup, shopping for skirts and dresses, liking ‘girly’ things, or revealing any bit of my figure. I felt I looked manly. I felt I would be an impostor. I felt that I hated them for having that whatever it was (it’s called confidence, Kristin). It was just better to avoid attention by wearing over-sized shirts and unintentionally ill-fitting jeans. How I ‘felt’ was a lie. Therapy in my early 20s helped with this and I realize now I’m heckin’ cute regardless of what I’m wearing. Oh, and I realized pink is an awesome color. Therapy.. it does help sometimes.

I’ve had some slumps of depression along with a steady stream of ‘eh’-veryday depression. I remember sitting on the playground in 4th grade tracing cracks in the asphalt with a woodchip for ‘fun’ because I had no friends in my class or in my school wing and my teacher wouldn’t let me stay inside to read. It wasn’t fun. That scenario repeated itself in sophomore year high school as none of my friends had a schedule that lined up with mine - not even lunch. We had been together constantly in junior high; to go from that to barely a glimpse of them my first year in a new building was awful (grades 10-12 were at the h.s.). While they ate together, had stories to tell from class, and did group projects together, I was alone. No amount of hanging out on the weekends made me feel like I wasn’t missing out. The following year, I was reunited with them until we graduated, and then all was reasonably well until we went our separate ways yet again.

University started. I tried being a typical college student. I joined some clubs. I did regularly go to my classes. I tried to meet people. I tried to have fun. My hometown friends were doing all these things and more at their schools, why couldn’t I? Eventually, I felt like my being there did not matter one way or the other. Miserable for a variety of reasons, I ended up transferring from one small university to another closer to home. The few people who reached out to me were surprised I was gone - I hadn’t told them as I hadn’t expected them to notice.

I tried again at my new university - joining a bible study, the anime club, and an Asian culture club. I slowly stopped trying. Again, I felt like my presence was negligible and unnecessary, so I withdrew into myself. I whittled my routine down to class, eat, screw around until everyone was asleep, study/work on projects, sleep. I would avoid the school building when I knew my classmates would be there outside of classtime. I even avoided the dining halls and c-stores if I couldn’t be there right when they opened (and were emptiest). I couldn’t focus unless the world was asleep, so working until dawn and beyond became a regular occurrence. I did all I could to avoid others while slowly drudging toward graduation.

Looking back, I can see the depression and anxiety eating at me. They still nip at my heels and make ugly reappearances, but I can mostly deal with them now thanks to therapy my parents forced me into attending due to a post-uni depression slump. The Buproprion I’m on helps some too. I just feel like there is still something more to be dealt with. Something that is still interfering with my life today.

All my life, I’ve been the worst procrastinator. Annoying assignments, enjoyable assignments, I would put them all to the last moment. In Viscom II, we got to design a CD case for our favorite band and I still could not work on it until the night before it was due. I would escape the guilt telling me to work by working on ‘beneficial’ hobbies. Reading is good for my education, so read more instead of working quite yet. Personal artwork was much the same. Why wouldn’t I work on my assignments ahead of time? Maybe it was that I couldn’t. In high school. I vividly recall cleaning the fridge at home top to bottom to prolong working on an essay. I used to blame laziness, but now I think it’s an inability to focus. Self-diagnosing oneself is frowned upon, but I do wonder if I have ADD. Eight paragraphs and I finally get to what I actually wanted to reflect on and ponder! Sorry self and any determined reader for the tangents. 

Current me, post-college, working a salaried 7:30-4:30 job, has been having struggles lately. My struggles stem from a worsening ability to focus at work and complete failure to do anything but ‘potato’ at home. I cannot procrastinate my work, certain tasks must be completed within certain time frames or our company faces consequences due to my inaction. However my brain still prefers to focus on every conversation and phone call around me so I can interject with information or a comment (sorry if I’m that annoying person, coworkers). My brain wants to think and talk about different cheesy dishes I desire to try and oh, where to buy Greek cheese to make saganaki. Let’s google that for 10 minutes at 8 in the morning for some reason (that train of thought was this past Thursday). Sometimes my brain gets overloaded listening to all these conversations while the printer is going, the phone is ringing, and someone is trying to get my attention. Sometimes I’m hopping between so many little projects that one more request pushes me to tears. 

There are times I want to scream, cry, and run away. None of those are office-appropriate behavior. I feel so wound up by pushing myself through my day that coming down from that at home takes all evening. That is what I call ‘potato-ing’. I zone out to Youtube and Reddit until it’s time to sleep and do it all over. I don’t know how people accomplish anything with their evenings. All I have as far as daily commitments are my job, a loving boyfriend, and two cats and still I do not have the mental energy for a fulfilling evening.

I used to define myself as a reader. I was an artist. I was a gamer. Except for the odd occasion, I don’t do these things anymore. I have a list of books I’ve been meaning to read, but I can’t find the energy to pick them up. I used to have a vivid imagination - much of it stemming from things I’ve read or watched. The source stopped, so I stopped having ideas for what I wanted to draw. I also can’t procrastinate at work, so drawing as a procrastination method is a no-go. I used to have a large list of fandoms I enjoyed, now I couldn’t name any. Some I did outgrow, but mostly, I haven’t been consuming new media because I can’t commit the energy to do so. When I do manage to start a drawing or a new book, I cannot stop. If I stop, I will never finish or go back to it. It is all or nothing.

The only time I feel clear-headed is after everyone has gone to sleep/away and I have had hours to unwind and I am left with perfect solitude. Only then do the inklings of my old pastimes try to make themselves known. Right now, I still don’t usually have the energy to act on them. I’m only able to write this long-ass mess as Joshua has gone to the game shop for the evening. It’s just me, the cats and, the rain outside. 

I did do some reading on ADD in women online. The checklist on ADDitude’s site resonates with me a lot and so do posts from redditors on the ADHD subreddit. I feel choked by how much ‘stuff’ I have. Not even close to being a hoarder, but I feel like I can’t keep up or keep these things organized. I shutdown sometimes at work when I feel overloaded. I shutdown sometimes at the grocery store because of the number of bodies and the noise and chaos. I feel like I can’t keep up with what people demand of me, socially and at work.  I do start the day wanting to accomplish so much and when I fail because I can’t get the ball rolling, my depression just eats that up. 

Writing this all out makes it clearer to me that this is not normal. It is not normal to feel hollow like this. There are things I want to accomplish, but I can never get to them. I can’t get moving. I feel frustrated. I feel sad. I feel stuck. 

I, and medical professionals (probably), never considered ADD might be the culprit as, despite being a procrastinator, I always finished my assignments. I can count on one hand the few that I didn’t. I was primarily a straight A student (until college). I didn’t have any obvious focus issues in class. I don’t live in total chaos (probably because my anxiety goes berserk when there is too much clutter). I’m not all over the place, at least on the outside. I look at my sister who does have ADHD and I can very obviously tell when she’s taken her meds or not. These classic symptoms don’t fit me, but the others do.

I’ve addressed the depression and the anxiety and avoidant behaviors (that I didn’t touch on here). This last beast remains to be conquered. If it’s not ADD, it’s something. Something that I can’t handle on my own.  I’m going to talk to my primary care when I go in this month. She’ll probably tell me I need to see a psychiatrist again, but this time I think I will take that advice. I’m tired of feeling like this. 

Fingers crossed for an answer and hopefully a solution. 

Thanks for coming to to my TedRamble. :P