#dw my art teacher knows haha

[esoteric-prince]

jerma for my art final. speedpaint under the cut

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Texts from the Ex

Pairings: Weems x Reader

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: Reader is a fairly new teacher, and you have a panic attack at school luckily not in class.

TW: implied past abuse, stalking, panic attack

A/n Hi guys sorry I disappeared for a hot minute there I just finished the last of my exams and have been very very busy. I’ll be back to posting as per normal (hopefully) now. Thank you all for your support with my exams and to the people who wished me luck with them your all very sweet. Again, sorry about the random ghosting haha.

Also, this fic is Larissa x reader. I know I said this was a platonic fic of oneshots but it was requested (I won't be doing any more romantic pairing for weems or Thornhill in the foreseeable future), this is just a one off so… live with it. (Dw as per usual its SFW)

Your phone screen flashed again as you did your best to hide it under the table and out of sight. The panic swelled in your chest as you pushed the tray of food away.

It had started that morning in your first class. You had been teaching about the renaissance when your phone buzzed in your pocket. As per usual you ignored it, you had a class to teach. The buzzing happened again ten minutes later while the kids were doing some still life sketches. This time you pulled it out, feeling the blood freeze tight in your veins.

How did she get this number. Your ex-girlfriend had managed to track you down, most likely due to your response to the ad for this position a few months back. You had responded with your number like an idiot and now she was onto you again.

She was awful, she ignored you and she had always possessed a special talent to make you feel unwanted and small.

You quickly shoved the phone back into your pocket and drew some deep breathes trying to quell the rising feeling of panic. You had managed to stave it off until the class left. It was only then you had let yourself collapse onto the floor and sob. She was trying to get back into your life to ruin it again.

The messages hadn’t stopped all day. Each one had made you feel closer and closer to the impending panic attack and now you were sat here with Ms Thornhill trying to hold a conversation. However, she was doing about 90% of the talking while you sat there nodding. You were close with the botanist. After all she was close with your girlfriend who happened to be the principle. None other than Larissa Weems herself.

Realising you had zoned out you tried to tune back into what was being said around you. Your phone buzzed under the table again and you began to feel sick. What if Marilyn saw? What if Larissa found out? What if your Ex found you?

Your chest began to feel tight. Constricting slowly and making it harder to take a deep breath. Your head was pounding and your stomach roiling. Your hands were shaking and clasped tight under the desk. Your body was overwhelmed with fear, and it was getting harder to hear Marilyn. It sounded distorted, as if it was under a layer of thick liquid like juice or honey. Things were moving weirdly as well, almost slowly but also too fast.

You thanked God that you had agreed to have lunch with Marilyn in the conservatory away from students. They didn’t need to see the new art teacher having a breakdown over some silly text messages.

“Y/n?” Marilyn asked as she laid a hand on your shoulder. “Honey, are you ok?” She said softly. You recoiled from the touch, and she quickly withdrew her hands into a surrender. “Ok. Ok. Its ok. Im not going to touch you sweetheart. What do you need?” She said and you shook your head, taking shaky breathes which weren’t helping ease the nausea. You curled yourself into a tight ball.

“L-leave me al-lone pl-lease.” You begged. You couldn’t see past the haze of tears and your head hurt so bad.

Marilyn stood back for a second, seeing she was getting nowhere. Suddenly she had an idea and whipped out her own phone.

“Honey? Do you want me to call larissa?” She asked softly. You hesitated and then gave a small nod. “Good. Good. Ok? Take some deep breathes. You're doing great Y/n.” She encouraged and began to dial your girlfriend.

The whole time she was on the phone she studied you closely to make sure you were still breathing and not at risk of passing out. After a few seconds she nodded and said something you didn’t hear before hanging up.

“She’ll be here in a second. Come on Y/n. You can do it. You're doing such a good job sweetheart. That’s it.” She gushed and you let out a shaky sob as you saw a pair of heels enter your vision.

Looking up at her with a tear-stained face Larissa’s heart broke for you. She quickly sat on the floor beside you, uncaring about her expensive suit and pulled you into her arms. She pulled you into her chest and tucked your head under her chin, her arms wrapped around your back. One of your legs either-side of her as you straddled her waist. She rocked the two of you side to side as she brushed her hands through your hair.

She exaggerated her breathing as you listened to her heartbeat and slowed your own. After a bit of just sitting there you took a deep breath of her perfume and released a shaky sigh.

“Hello darling.” She said cooly and with a tender tone.

“Hi.” You said almost shyly. She chuckled.

“Oh, my sweet girl.” She pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and rested her cheek thereafter. “Your safe baby. Your safe. Ok. Im here.” She said still rocking the two of you. After another brief silence she shifted slightly, and you let out a whine.

“Hush. I’m not going anywhere sweets.” She said and you let one last tear fall onto her blazer before playing with her broach and starting to speak.

“She texted again.”

“Who texted?”

“My ex.” You said and you felt her stiffen. You had told Larissa of your time with your Ex and she more than disapproved of her.

“How many times sweetheart.” She said softly.

“Seven.” Larissa sucked in a breath.

“Im buying you a new phone.” She said and you gave a half snort half laugh which made her heart warm.

There was another short pause before you let out a content sigh. “I love you Issa.” You said and closed your eyes and nuzzled into her neck, you were emotionally and physically drained and in desperate need of a nap. Right here would do, you decided as you began to drift off.

“I love you too my darling girl.” She said and kissed your cheek, smiling at the small snores you were making into her neck. She wondered what the students were going to think when she carried you through the hall on her hip like a toddler, fast asleep. Maybe a little bit of a distraction from the students would be good for you she decided.

[dansshop]

"Any goodies catch your eye...?"

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📒 No nsfw. No proship. Keep pg. No super long rps.

📘 Dan is a kinsona of Dandy. He has a warm and friendly personality and tries to make all toons feel at home and comfortable around him, ignorant of how they loath him for the ichor operation.

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📓 this blog will be a mixture of art and text. Depends on my energy.

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[akuutaguava]

FUCKI I CANT POST ANYMORE SHIT ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU TIMBLR AND THE PEOPLE ON TUMBLR HAVE A GOOD REST OF UR DAY

SHIT IM ACTUALLY NOT GOING TO SURVIVE WITHOUT WRITING WEIRD THOUGHTS

Ahahahahaha im gonna have to rant on insta i hate life good bye

Better idea: type on this post and this post alone lets see how chaotic this gets

I am queercoding rn

IVE BEEN FEELING HUNGRY THE WHOLE DAY TODAY AND THE MOMENT I CAN EAT I DONT WANT TO WHAT KINDA FUCKERY IS THIS

actually sobs ive seen so much i want to reblog

I hate this godamn limit whatthefuck

Now people will go back to this random post and can’t see my posts popping up every two minutes

FUCK YEAH CASAVA CHIPS :D

My thoughts need to be documented even when i cant post on here

This used to be a post abt me talking abt killjng peoples dogs but who knows anymore

SOMEONE HMSSAVE ME AH

I HAVE A LOT OF ACCOUNTS THAT I NEED TO POST ON WHATTHEFUCK

SHIT THESE CASAVE CHIPS ARE SO GOOD

Bussing bussin frfr

I hate the people who made me not be able to type anything here today shie, apollo, ghoul im talking to you guys /j okay dw

Tempted to go bald and really embrace the mental illness

My mandarin caused havoc on like seven people today lmao

It got everywhere holy shit

Actually about to fucjing cry i hate nkt being able to post shit whathefuck its only been a day but WHY

Found out one of shed eerans songs is like the most famous song in the world and i actually want to end my life oml

Im going to play bsd mayoi to distract myself from this sad fate

AXTUALLY SOBBING TUMBLR CAN YOU STOP PLAYING AND JUST LET ME POST SHIT

FUCK YOU TUMBLE

just kidding haha only joking ily bbgorl

Phobic? You think im scared

Parents will be like don’t do drugs and then make you want to do them

Boutta die im talking abt liking hot evil dilfs what has my life gone to without tumblr

Physically pained

Mentally drained

JESUS CHRIST I NEED TO SNEEZE BUT I CANT I ACTUALLY HATE THIS

Gender? Isn’t that a spice?

ACTUALLY FML MY COMPUTER IS 12% IM GOING TO CRY AL MY CLASEES REQUIRE A COMPUTER TODSAY FUYCKM

yet another day with a substitute who hates my guts for no reason (she has a reason) 

im probably going to go home i feel actually so sick rn 

WHATTHEFUCK I JUST SAW A MEME MY TEACHER SHOWED US IN IT WAS SHAKESPEAR GOING “i put the lit in literature” THATS IT IM JUMOING OUT THE WINDOW 

art = are

dost = do

doth = does

'ere = before

hast = have

'tis = it is

'twas = it was

wast = were

whence = from where

wherefore = why

nay = no

twas over yonder

LMAO FUCK TOU SCHOOL I’M LEAVING

OUT OF THAT HELL HOLE :D

Actually so happy i don’t need to do science now fuck yeah

GAH I FEEL LIKE SHIT LMAO

Im pretty sure everyone thinks im skipping fuck you guys im not

THE CICADAS ARE STILL HERE FUCK

I hate the invention of long hair we should all just cut off our hair my ling hair sucks

Stopped to say hi to the ants :D

What a great lifw we would have if we were all just… orbs floating through space

Now is not a good time to be walking on a bridge over a highway

We made it off the bridge without commiting ded :D

I hate walking slow holy shit

Time to go die in my bed because i can’t really post on here anymore and that makes me sad and want to die

IHATEYOUIHATEYOU GO DIE IN A HOLE

AHIT AHIT SHIT AHIT SHIR MMY PARENTS WANT TO WATCH BUNGOU STRAY DOGS HOLU SHIT THEY WILL ACTUALLY HATE IT AND ME AND EVERYTHING AND MAKE ME SELL ALL MY MERCH HOMY SHIT IM ACTUALLY GOING TO DIE WHATTHEFUCK SOMEONE HELP

I need another post for that but tumblr is a bitch

ACTUALLY FUCK I SLEPT FOR LIKE FOUR HOURS I WAS SUPPOSED TO FUCKING STUDY FOR TEO TESTS HOLY SHIT AHHHHHH WHATTHEFUCK SOMEENE AHHH NI U HATE NOT BEING ABLE TO POST HERE WHATTEHECUKDS 

I WOKE UP AND I ACTUALLY FEEL SO SHIT LIKE I FEEL LIKE NOTHING MATTERS AND THERES NO POINT IN LIVING SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF THIS HEADSPACE 

BRO THE ONLY THING THATS BEEN KEEPING ME GOING TODAY IS WAITING TILL 12 AM SO I CAN FUCKING POST SHIT I JAT THIS APP

I ALSO CANT EVEN FUCKING MAKE DRAFTS AND THAT MAKES ME WANT TO UNALIVE 

dont mind those last posts, anyways three more hours until you guys get mass chaos :D goodbye for now and i’ll see you when i can actually fuckin post

[fogsrollingin]

My fic sweet spots with this trope: gen, hurt!Sam, comforting!Dean, hugs & cuddles, protective awesome big bro Dean, vulnerable lil bro Sam ✧ My fic recs are updated regularly on DW and quarterly on Tumblr. Link to the possibly updated reclist on DW here ✧ My entire catalogue of fic recs on tumblr here ✧ This post was last updated 1/21/2022 ✧ So let’s get started!  🤗 ❤️   On Duty by weesta (AO3). Rated G, Gen, 9k. Summary: A weekend in the life of the Winchesters. Pre-series. Slice-of-life.  ao3.org/series/162452 my thoughts: I love the depiction of John Winchester here, where he’s not vilified and rather just an adequate father. Like, he gets a C- basically. Wholesome family fun, brotherly bonding, & sweet kidfic. Low angst and/or hurt/comfort.

The Art of Balance by SciFiNutTX. Rated PG, Gen, 64k. Summary:  Dean 21, Sam 16. Sam is given a writing assignment in English class which leads him to make unsettling discoveries about his family.  fanfiction.net/s/4590890 my thoughts:This fic features one of the coolest, most responsible, loving and yet still bamf Deans I’ve ever read... and it’s all because Sam’s learning about it now, bc he’s at an age where he can finally recognize the significance of what Dean’s done for him and John. This isn’t a ‘woe-as-Dean’ story though because Dean is content and Sam remains a sweetheart to his brother and a lovely narrator (along with a couple other insightful OC Outsider POVs) throughout.

Nobody's Home by Menthol Pixie, genfic, 3k, Teen. Summary: All he knows is that he has to get away. (Cursed/amnesiac!Sam) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11886629 My thoughts: great chaotic hurt in the first chapter, second chapter comfort is so sweet with Sam in bed lying on Dean's leg while Dean works with his hair & John's treating Sam's arms.

Vocabulary by innie. Rated G, Gen, 3k words. Summary:  Given a week to define himself, Sam watches Dean.  ao3.org/works/246771 my thoughts: A sweet, sweet nugget of a fic! Kind of similar to Art of Balance re: school assignments opening Sam’s eyes about his family. 

Connected by abcdefuk-off (FFnet). Rated PG, Gen, 9k words. Summary:  Assumptions and labels can be incredibly incorrect when you don't truly know a person; that is a lesson a teacher learns when she crosses paths with Dean Winchester and his little brother Sammy. One-shot. Weechesters/Teenchesters. Hurt/Asthmatic/Sam and Protective/Big Brother/Dean. fanfiction.net/s/11798913/ my thoughts: Ooo how I love the villain of an awful, bitter teacher in SPN kidfics! This one is especially satisfying re: defeating them! This is also an outsider pov fic and therefore listed in my reclist of outsider POVs. Sam Eller is also on AO3 now! ao3.org/users/Sam_Eller

Father of One by SunsetSky412 (FFnet). Rated PG, Gen, 11k words. Summary:  Sam's childhood centered around his big brother and despite how hard John tried - it was inevitable that the truth about his role as a father would one day come to light. "Are you sure you know how many sons you have?" fanfiction.net/s/9460943 my thoughts: If I recall correctly, this story is more about how Sam prefers Dean over their father. Since John was so absent and withheld approval, Sam pivoted and sought love and approval from Dean, which Dean received and gave back freely because he loved Sam so much too. It’s shmoop that kinda shames John like “you missed out on this lovefest, dude,” haha. I loved it. 

Someone to Mark the Milestones by RobotRollCall (FFnet). Rated G, Gen, 1k words. Summary:  Bobby never wanted kids to begin with, and he was never going to admit to anyone that watching a preschooler trying to get a toddler to walk across his kitchen floor was turning out to be one of the high points of his life. Those rugrats of John's were growing on him. (Wee-chester fluff).  fanfiction.net/s/10887299 my thoughts: Otherwise known as “when you’re feeling sentimental, baby Dean taking care of a baby Sam will mist your eyes.” Hahah. This was a great one-shot.

The Color Pink by Phx (FFnet). Rated PG, Gen, 5k words. Summary: Dean thought the prank was pretty funny until he went to pick Sam up after school. Two Shot.  fanfiction.net/s/5081499 my thoughts: I’m not always the biggest fan of Dean doing mean or callous things to Sam and ending up as guilty!comforting!Dean, but this fic had a message to it that I really appreciated. Dean made up for his mistake in a way that made him a better person (and modeled great behavior for Sam) overall so, yeah, loved this little story!

Parenting Your Gifted Child by bhoney (FFnet). Rated PG-13, Gen, 4k words. Summary:  When Sam and Dean re-visit their dad's storage container, Sam makes an unexpected discovery. Set early season 3.  fanfiction.net/s/4619135 my thoughts: This fic was such a charming headcanon insight for both Sam and Dean. Sam that he was noticeably smart af when he was young and Dean, also noticeably smart af to recognize it and seek after answers in a book like this (the fic’s title is the name of the book Dean consulted re: how to help Sam when they were kids).

What Moms Do by Ridley C. James (FFnet). Rated PG, Gen, 4k words. Summary:  Sam has a crisis in school, and Dean does what any big brother would, he comes to the rescue. fanfiction.net/s/2940014 my thoughts: An outsider POV (and just added to my outsider pov reclist), this fic is so pure, haha. It basically covers how all the things that, traditionally, moms do, are things that still get done for Sam even though he doesn’t have his mom. Cue ‘awww’ because that’s exactly what you’re gonna utter unconsciously while reading this fic.

RaBB verse: Nightmares and Names by authoressnebula (FFnet). Rated PG-13, Gen, 2k words. Summary:  Dean's 13, Sam's 9. Set in the 'verse, but CAN be read as a stand alone: Dean's tired of Sam bugging him at night with his nightmares, but when he gets what he wants, he's not so sure he wants it.  fanfiction.net/s/4145106 my thoughts: RaBB stands for ‘Raising a Big Brother’ and it’s a fantastic kidfic verse that follows Dean’s development in becoming the awesome big brother we all know and love. This story in particular kinda stuck with me because it was just so sweet and cuddly.

Fifteen by DangerousDiamondDarling (FFnet). Rated R, Gen, 1k. Summary:  Sam's thoughts one night at the age of fifteen and why he still needs his brother. M for some bad words. Just brotherly love, no slash. One of two on how Sam still needs Dean to hold him and tell him everything will be alright. Sam POV.  fanfiction.net/s/3615062  my thoughts: This fic is only rated R because Sam’s inner monologue uses the f bomb all the time which is completely in accordance with many teens, ha. This is one of the best little angsty teenage meltdowns-slash-panic-attacks I’ve ever read as the hurt, and Dean’s the best return ‘comfort’ in the woooorld. 

It Sounded Like the Truth by Weesta. Rated PG-13, Gen, 2k words. Summary:  Dean is on a supply run and a sick Sam is alone when someone breaks into their motel room. fanfiction.net/s/8859455/ my thoughts: I read this fic years ago and it still sticks with me as such a scarily realistic snapshot of Sam and Dean trying to just deal with sketchy motels and addled-junkie neighborhoods. Also there’s brother cuddles at the end 😁 Also just FYI this author is on AO3 at ao3.org/users/weesta but these fics haven’t been x-posted; they’re only available on FFnet afaik rn. This fic’s been included in my rape recovery reclist. There is no rape in this fic at all but Dean thinks sexual assault happened in this fic and like, it very well could’ve, and that’s why it was a “scarily realistic snapshot” for me