#hes actually super cool but a lot of the kids hated him because he graded VERY HARD

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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 2 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: The collection of letters that Bradley received from the fourth grade class provides him with entertainment while deployed. He takes the time to answer their questions and send a package back to the United States via air mail. But he has your email address. He also has a bit of a crush and some questions himself.

Warnings: Fluff, language

Length: 4100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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A few days later, when Bradley was done with his training protocols for the day, he returned to his bunk with a different mission in mind. While he unzipped his flight suit, he eyed the box which was taking up most of his nightstand, and a smile found its way to his lips. He managed to find a notebook that nobody wanted along with a thick, padded envelope, and he was going to take the time to respond to the fourth graders who wrote to him. 

He'd spent hours poring over the letters, laughing at some of the questions from the kids and frequently picking up that one photo. He couldn't stop going back for more. For another look at you. Just one more look. Okay, this really was the last one. He had to toss it across the small room toward his duffel so he could focus on something other than your smile and the fact that he might have a tiny crush on a fourth grade teacher who knew absolutely nothing about him. Yet.

The note from Jayden was on the top, and Bradley opened it up and started to jot down a response.

Jayden,

It was so nice to hear from you and the rest of your class. To answer your pertinent questions, I am currently stationed on the USS Theodore Roosevelt. The most disgusting food in the mess hall is easily the cabbage rolls (which taste nothing like cabbage... or rolls). The best food in the mess hall is surprisingly the meatloaf. And yes, I would love to see a photo of your Cocker Spaniel. Please send one next time. I hope you're studying and doing your best in school.

Lt Bradley Bradshaw

The next note he decided to tackle was the one from Violet who had the tiniest handwriting he'd ever seen. The page had at least fifteen questions written out, but he decided to answer just a few for her. He had to squint as he skimmed through them again.

Violet,

You seem very inquisitive. That's a great quality to have, especially if you want to be a pilot someday. No, I did not attend the Naval Academy. I went to the University of Virginia. Yes, the Navy is way better than the Air Force. Yes, I can hold my breath underwater for three minutes. Yes, they actually made me do it. No, I don't think I could make it as a Navy SEAL. Yes, I have been staying hydrated and getting enough sun, thanks so much for asking. Keep studying hard, because you have a lot of school ahead of you before officer training.

Lt Bradley Bradshaw

Okay, so this was actually a lot of fun. Up next was a response to the note from Oliver, which made Bradley laugh every time he looked at it. 

Oliver,

Thank you so much for drawing the different Naval aircrafts for me. I hate to break it to you, but I actually do not fly the F-35 Lightning II. Yes, I know they look 'sickeningly cool'. Yes, I know it would be like 'slam dunking off the back of a dragon'. I guess I never knew I was jealous of those pilots until right now.... But I fly the equally cool if not quite as sickening looking F/A-18 Super Hornet. And yes, I would be more than happy to draw my own version of one for you. See below.

Lt. Bradley Bradshaw

The ten minutes he spent replicating his own aircraft to the best of his ability for Oliver churned out a pretty damn good result. He fished his phone out of the nightstand and took a picture to email to Nat when he had time, because she would find this whole thing amusing. Then he reached for the letters from Harrison, Nia and Jackie. He wrote his responses, and after a bit, he had a decent sized stack of letters all ready to go back to the fourth graders.

After a few more days, he worked his way through the entire class, and each kid would soon have a handwritten response on the way. He just needed to figure out what he wanted to say to you. The pretty teacher from the class photo that he now kept tucked in with his personal items. He worked on that one last, writing your full name at the top of the page and wishing you didn't go by the very non-specific Ms. which gave him zero clue as to whether or not you were married.

The package you sent was the nicest piece of deployment mail I have ever received. Thank you. I'm lucky it ended up in my hands. I'm impressed by how much all of your students have learned about aviation this year. I just hope I did them justice in regards to the questions they had for me.

I also hope you don't mind that I replied to each kid individually. They had some very amusing stories and questions, and I wanted to acknowledge all of them. But there was one question in particular that I was asked so many times, I thought I'd answer it here instead. My call sign is kind of a silly one, so it's okay if you all laugh. I go by Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, and my helmet is mostly red, yellow and black.

Your kids seem like a fun bunch, but I bet they keep you on your toes. Feel free to let them know they can write back to me again, but please include my name on the package this time. I don't know that I'd be lucky enough to have it fall into my hands again by chance. I'll just be here somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean for a few more months, ready to answer any questions you throw at me. Hope to hear back from you soon.

Yours Truly,

Lt Bradley Bradshaw

The following day, he packed everything up and dropped it off with the rest of the ship's outgoing mail. There was a rumor that a helicopter would be coming to pick it up in the next day or two, and he wanted to make sure it got back to California and those fourth graders as soon as possible. On his way back to his bunk, Bradley stopped by the lounge to see if there was an iPad free, hoping to send a quick email or two. He was in luck. He also happened to have your email address memorized.

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You yawned at your desk and checked the time on your computer. Within the next ten minutes, your classroom would go from silent solitude to mass chaos, so you took a minute to clear out your email inbox. You had a few messages from some parents and a reminder about Spirit Week from the superintendent. And a random piece of junk mail that must have slipped through the spam filters. You didn't know anyone with a US Navy email address, and you didn't know anyone named Bradley Bradshaw.

As you closed your laptop, you gasped and tried to pry it back open again as quickly as you could. The Navy! The package you sent a few weeks ago! Maybe it was someone writing back to your class! Of course it could just be someone saying they were sorry that they didn't have time to engage with your students, but you figured even that was better than nothing. 

"Come on," you whispered, entering your credentials again before your inbox reappeared on your screen. The email was just a few lines long, but it was addressed to you by name. You were smiling immediately as you read it.

I just wanted to let you know that I got the mail you sent to a deployed Naval Aviator. There's a package on its way to your school for your class. It should arrive in about a week or two. Your fourth graders provided me with several hours of entertainment, and I hope they find my answers to their many (and amusing) questions useful. Thanks for the laughs, and thanks for the photos, too. Can't tell you how much I've been enjoying them. Hope to hear from all of you again.

Yours Truly,

Lt Bradley Bradshaw

You squealed and pumped your fists in the air. Someone actually got the box! And he actually responded! The other, older teachers thought you were just wasting your time when you deviated from the lesson plans a bit. Literally all of them said there was no way anyone would write back, even though you took the time to go through the proper channels at Top Gun on North Island. But now you could rub it in their faces, all thanks to Bradley Bradshaw who sounded like he'd had as much fun with this whole thing as your class had.

Then your day really started as Violet and Oliver burst into your classroom, calling out your name with excitement in their voices. The rest of your kids followed behind them, already asking about the plans for the day and what kind of adventure you'd be taking them on in each subject. 

When you clapped your hands twice and said, "Good morning," they all clapped and replied with their own greeting, and then they sat quietly with their gazes fixed on you. "Guess who I just got an email from!"

"The president!" 

"My grandma!"

"My Cocker Spaniel!"

"Oliver's grandma!"

You just shook your head and tried not to laugh as you said, "None of the above. But do you remember when we wrote and packed up those letters for a real aviator in the military to read?" Most of the kids nodded, so you added, "Well, he emailed us! And he sent us some mail that should arrive in about a week!"

And telling them that was a mistake. Because you didn't know a moment of peace after that. Every morning, you had kids rushing into the room to see if the promised piece of mail arrived yet. Every day you had to disappoint them, but you were finding yourself a little disappointed, too. You wanted to know what this Bradley Bradshaw guy sent back. 

You'd responded to his initial email letting him know you and the kids in your class were delighted to hear from him and that you would let him know when the mail he sent arrived at your school. He didn't respond, but you figured he was busy. Too busy to constantly muck about with your class while he was thousands of miles away on a deployment. 

And that was what left you standing at your desk with your mouth hanging open in awe when the padded envelope did finally arrive one morning. Because when you carefully cut it open, you found not just one letter to the class but individual handwritten notes, one for each child.

"Wow," you whispered, pulling the note with your name written on the top out of the stack. This man seemed humble and sweet, and his letter made you laugh in more than one spot as you read through it. Then you read it again. He sounded apologetic about responding to each individual kid, but you felt like your insides were melting. Who would do that? Who would take the time to give individual attention to a bunch of nine and ten year olds besides you? And you were technically getting paid to do it. 

Bradley Bradshaw seemed willing to continue to engage with your kids, and you weren't going to stop him. Because starting that morning, he became something of a legend to your class. A celebrity. A real lieutenant in the Navy replied to all of their silly questions, and their love of aviation just grew from there. You figured you were going to have to keep your lesson plans going a bit longer while their faces lit up as you walked around the room and handed them each their notes. You had taken the time to skim them beforehand, often laughing at his sense of humor which seemed to jump off the pages.

"Can we write back to him?" Jayden asked as everyone read their notes from Lieutenant Bradshaw. "I have more questions."

You smiled and nodded. "Yes, you may write back to him." Then you postponed your geology lesson until the next day and let them spend the next forty minutes writing some followup letters. You took some pictures of them diligently toiling away at their desks, excitement on their faces. Then you bit your lip and sat down at your own desk.

As you started to construct an email letting him know the envelope had arrived, your thoughts drifted to what he might be like. Humble and sweet, for sure. But he also made it a point to tell you that the box from your class was the best piece of mail he'd ever received while deployed. Maybe he was a little bit lonely. Maybe he was single. Maybe he was stationed on the west coast. Your thoughts started to get ahead of you, and it was hard to reel them in when you imagined him excited to see another email from you. Smiling when he was handed another box from your class during mail call.

Dear Lt Bradley Bradshaw,

We got the envelope from you today, and my kids are absolutely thrilled! I'm not sure if you know how hard it can be to wrangle eighteen fourth graders all at one time, but they are currently sitting quietly and working on new letters for you to read. Once again, please don't feel obligated to continue correspondence if you're too busy. I'm sure you have other people you could be writing to who want your attention as well. I just wanted you to know they are overjoyed that a Naval officer took the time to answer their questions about aviation.

I have attached some photos as proof that they are sitting still. Thanks again for making their day.

You signed your name at the bottom the way you always would from your work email account, and then you attached the photos. After a brief debate about adding the selfie you took with Violet where most of your face was visible, you decided to just go for it. Adding it to the mix wouldn't hurt anything. It wasn't like this semi mystery man would be up all night thinking about you. 

But you found that you were still thinking about him when you went home to your silent house and made dinner that evening. Maybe he was a little bit lonely, but maybe you were, too.

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It was amazing how infrequently Bradley found himself thinking about Vanessa. He was busier now with his duties picking up a bit more as his deployment wore on, but even when he was tired and in his bunk at night, his thoughts seldom settled on her like he was afraid they might. He didn't miss her or her half-hearted emails, and he wasn't craving the connection of reunion sex with her. 

Instead, he was thinking about what a group of fourth graders were learning about this week and what their cute teacher was up to. It had been a few days since you emailed him, letting him know that his package was delivered to your school. You made it sound like the kids were excited that he sent it in the first place, and when he really thought about it, he supposed some officers would have just eaten the snacks and tossed the notes in the trash.

He didn't reply to the email yet, still thrown off a bit by the pictures you attached. Your classroom was vibrant, and the kids were absorbed as they worked on more notes for him to read whenever they happened to be delivered to the carrier. But the photo with you in it held his attention longer than it should have. The fact that you were working at a school that was just a handful of miles from his damn house made him feel warm.

But what would he do about it? What could he do about it? Nothing. He didn't want you to think he was creepy. He still knew essentially nothing else about you. The only thing he could do was keep it friendly if not professional. Unless of course you did something to push the boundaries of conversation into a more personal realm. God, if you did....he didn't think he would be able to handle it. 

The next day, when he was heading out on deck to talk to the mechanics who were doing regular maintenance on the aircrafts, he took his phone. "Hey, you mind if I take a few photos of some of the engine parts? I want to send them to a class of fourth graders who will think it's cool."

"Go ahead, Lieutenant," the head mechanic replied. Then he smiled and asked, "You dating a teacher?"

Well. Wouldn't that be something? Bradley would never run out of curious pen pals. He would always have some fourth graders to take interesting photos for and to send notes to. He'd always have a classroom to visit as soon as he got home from a deployment.

He couldn't help but picture you as the teacher.

"Nothing like that," he replied, his voice a little gravelly. "Just writing to some kids who are learning about aviation."

After dinner, when he had a chance to use an iPad in the lounge, he did his best to put together a response to your email that would at least hint at the curiosity he felt. 

If all it takes is mail from three thousand miles away to get your class to sit quietly, then I should probably be writing to you every day. But I'm sure you're a great teacher. That's a given considering how much your students learned and shared with me. And I can assure you that I'm more than happy to take the time to write to your class. And you. Please don't think I feel obligated, because I do not. I want to.

I have attached a few pictures of some F/A-18 engine components as well as some of my cockpit controls. Each photo is labeled, but please let me know if you have any questions.

It was nice hearing from you.

Yours Truly,

Lt Bradley Bradshaw 

As soon as he hit send, he wanted to kick himself. Should he have included a photo of his face like you had twice now? Or did he already sound too desperate to hear from you and your class again?

"Shit," he muttered, looking around the lounge as if there was going to be someone here proficient in the art of getting to know a fourth grade teacher without sounding stupid. But it was too late now. All he could do was wait for the next mail call or hope you decided to write back to his ramblings by the next time he checked his email. 

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You were going to have to scrape your jaw off the floor. You had no idea what this man's face even looked like, but his hands were... something else. And his thighs... well, they were pretty great, too. It must have been too long since you got laid, because you were sitting at your desk in your classroom staring at the set of photos in your inbox, currently unable to look away from his right hand. It was wrapped around the throttle of his aircraft. It was elegant with attractive veins and rough calluses. You were sure that you were supposed to be focusing on the cockpit controls, but all you could see was that hand and his thick, muscular thighs below.

The next photo was no better for you. He was holding up his helmet with his call sign Rooster emblazoned across the front, and you were able to see his left ring finger. There was no wedding band. There was no evidence of an outline where a wedding band would belong. There was just his big, strong hand.

You whimpered softly while your students worked on their math tests. You couldn't help it as you took one last look before logging out of your email account. And now you needed to know if his face matched the very attractive image you had in your mind. 

When Jayden called your name, you rocketed to your feet like you'd been caught red handed. "Yes?" you squeaked, your voice sounding higher pitched than usual.

"I'm done with my test. May I have the hall pass and use the restroom?"

You handed it to him as the rest of your class finished working through the math problems. A few minutes later, when you collected the papers from them, Violet asked, "When is Lieutenant Bradshaw going to write back to us?"

It had only been a few days since you mailed him the second box of notes and some more snacks, but it made you happy that they were all so invested in learning more from him. 

"It will probably be a few weeks before we get anything in the mail. However... he did email me some pictures of engine and cockpit parts from the aircraft carrier for me to share with you guys." When you looked around the room, the kids were on the edges of their seats, excited expressions on their faces. With a laugh you added, "I was going to wait until tomorrow and use the projector to show them all to you, but if you're very well behaved for the rest of the afternoon, maybe I could pull them up on my computer for you to see them today."

Not two hours later, you were just as excited as the kids were to look at the photos... again. As they crowded around your desk, you opened up the first one of the cockpit to a barrage of questions. 

"Is that really his jet?"

"Is that the throttle?"

"What do all the buttons do?"

"Was this right before he flew it?"

Once again you were distracted, but you managed to click over to the next photo, and the kids gasped in delight. 

"His helmet is so cool!"

"It says Rooster!"

"That's his call sign!"

"Red is my favorite color!"

You just smiled softly and laughed. "Should we go ahead and start working on another list of questions for him?" you asked as you slowly scrolled through the rest of the pictures. "He said we can write back to him as much as we want to." When everyone cheered, you handed Oliver a marker and pointed to the board at the front of the classroom. "Let's start making a list."

You listened to all of your students call out questions for Bradley while Oliver wrote them down. Then Violet asked, "Can he send us a picture of his whole jet? From the outside of it?"

You cleared your throat and added, "Maybe he could get someone else to take the picture so he could stand in front of it. For size comparison."

Violet nodded, but you knew you were a fraud. Sure, it would be great for the kids to understand just how massive the F/A-18s were compared to an actual person, but you were the one who wanted to see all of Bradley. You were itching for it now. 

Later that night, you drank most of a bottle of wine and did something you promised yourself you'd never do. You logged into your work email account after nine o'clock. You skipped over the handful of unread emails from parents and clicked on the icon to compose a new message. With your liquid courage goading you on, you typed up a response to Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw and hit send before you could think twice.

Thank you for the photos. They were very enlightening. We especially liked the ones where you were showing off your cockpit. Or I did, anyway. The kids liked all of them and started on another list of questions for you. Good luck getting rid of us now. 

We were wondering if you could have someone take a picture of you standing in front of your jet. For size comparison purposes. And also because my students would like to know what you look like. Hearing from you makes our day even better.

You couldn't believe how forward you were being with this man who you'd never even met in person, but you fell asleep thinking about his hands and what they might be capable of.

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This Bradley makes me swoon. I've never wanted to be a fourth grade teacher so badly in my life. There is something that's starting to blossom between them even though they haven't even met in person. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 3

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kny modern au - characters: hashira

includes: gyomei, tengen, giyuu, sanemi, obanai, kanae, kyojuro, mitsuri, shinobu, muichiro

HUGE thanks and shout out to @giggly-squiggily and @trans-ace-lee for their contributions to this au and indulging my brainrots ♡

inspiration was taken from the german school system because that's what i grew up and am most familiar with:

ages 2-6 (flexible, not mandatory): kindergarten

ages 6-10 (grades 1-4): elementary school

ages 10/11-16/17 (grades 5-10): "secondary school", the diploma qualifies you for an education outside of university (craft sector, social sector etc)

ages 16/17-18/19 (grades 11-12): "upper school", the diploma qualifies you for university

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Himejima Gyomei (27, theology major)

grew up in a buddhist orphanage after his parents gave him up because they were ableist idiots who didn't want to raise a blind child

had a very happy childhood, has never been adopted and isn't upset about it in the slightest

went on a spiritual journey for five years after school and wrote a bestseller book about it

started going to university at age 23, helps out at the orphanage whenever he can

has a seeing-eye dog named Curry (a four year old black labrador and the only being on earth he would kill for, he got her when he returned from his journey)

can afford his own flat and lives right next to the orphanage with Curry

advocate for a more inclusive university life and very active in groups fighting for disability rights, both on and off campus

Uzui Tengen (23, music major)

was somewhat of a public figure from a very young age because the Uzui clan is one the richest, most powerful families in the country and everyone in town knows who they are

always hated his parents and moved out at 18, got a small fortune (that's rich people slang for a ton of money, source: trust me) from a cool uncle and used it to open a night club which is very popular with the locals

has no contact to his siblings (even tho he'd like to) and avoids all of his dad's properties like the plague

started going to university at age 20 because he wanted to do something with his passion

plays a bunch of instruments (piano, harp, guitar, violin, shamizen, koto and like ten different types of flute)

lives with his girlfriends in an almost-a-mansion and throws the best partys anyone has ever been to

Tomioka Giyuu (21, philosophy major)

his parents died when he was three years old and him and his sister went through foster care until she came off age and became his legal guardian, they're super close

has been studying several martial arts at Urokodaki's dojo since he was in elementary school

picked philosophy as a major because he had no idea what else to do but it's actually fun??

he mostly just sits in the back and draws stick figures but once a week he'll say something that makes everyone rethink their entire life (no one really understands what's happening inside his head but his professors are convinced he's a genius)

teaches little kids in the dojo because Urokodaki thinks it'd be good for him, he's slowly warming up to it

the type of peanut allergy where his throat closes up at the sight of them, when they were in fifth grade Sanemi almost killed him because he didn't know about it and it delayed their friendship by roughly two years

Shinazugawa Sanemi (21, physics major)

abusive pos dad got stabbed when he was ten, helped his mom raise his younger siblings and is super close with all of them

moved out at 20 when his mom encouraged him to spend more time at university, roommates with Obanai, Giyuu and Sabito

colorblind from birth and dysgraphic when it comes to handwriting, uses recording devices and laptops in class

used to get into a lot of fights in school and still works on not doing that™, most people think he's scary and a delinquent (and also a murderer because it's kinda sus that none of the family members showed up at their dad's funeral)

biker, the motorcycle has wind art on it and he mostly uses it to pick up the tons of children that somehow snuck into his friend circle and take Kanae on drives, loves bringing his guitar to play her something in the moonlight

suffered through school for the most part, a new teacher (Kagaya) in tenth grade inspired him to finish "upper school" and study physics

loves Gyomei's dog like a daughter

Kocho Kanae (21, biology major)

lives with her family and has no plans of moving out until she finishes university, helps a ton in the household

the best big sister ever, drives all of her sisters and their friends around and picks them up at 3am when they're stranded somewhere (also doesn't pretend to hate it, unlike certain other older siblings with their own vehicles)

has always been into gardening and is really getting into permaculture, puts plants wherever she can and loves flowers

most of her cooking ingredients are from her own garden, vegetarian (everything she cooks or bakes will be the best thing you ever ate)

has the voice of an angel, Sumi, Kiyo and Naho refuse to go to bed without her singing them a lullaby

christmas is her favorite time of the year, she goes all out with planning the festivities and getting everyone gifts and needs three whole days to recharge afterwards

has to wear a biteguard when she's stressed because she'll start clenching her teeth in her sleep and works really hard to keep it a secret from everyone

Iguro Obanai (21, philosophy major)

somewhat of a local legend, not by his own doing but by people just making shit up about him

grew up in a cult of which all the members were killed in a fire with him being the only survivor and a huge news story all across the country at age 12

moved to another city as soon as he was old enough to start anew but the rumors follow him everywhere (and it doesn't help that he talks to his snake)

mostly annoyed by the rumors but also likes to use them to scare people of who are being super pushy or harassing his friends (that's the first time in his life he found friends, he can and will commit atrocious crimes on their behalf)

originally enrolled in zoology, then switched majors when the professors wanted to use Kaburamaru as a test subject

spends his time in philosophy class taking a stance against whatever Giyuu says and has an entire folder filled with essays criticizing his statements

always carries headphones with him, listens to lofi because he likes it, mcr because he feels it in his soul and doom metal solely to fuck with tengen ("Screaming is not music!")

Rengoku Kyojuro (20, history major)

still lives at home with his dad and brother because he didn't want to leave Senjuro behind, spends most of his time out of the house tho and is looking for a flat right now

works parttime at a restaurant that's called Umainia and his friends have yet to figure out whether he says "Umai" all the time because he likes his food or to advertise his work place

slightly hearing impaired, has hearing aids prescribed that he just forgets to put in at all times

doesn't have a driver's license, goes by bike everywhere no matter the weather

gets close to people easily, is well beloved amongst Senjuro's friends and also makes an effort to get to know them so he can be sure Senjuro's in good hands

regularly forgets people's names but never their birthdays

collects old books and learned a bunch of old languages just to be able to read them

Kanroji Mitsuri (19, art major)

still lives at home because she wants to stay with her family and help take care of her siblings, also claims that she had invested too much time in her room to just leave it behind (her room looks like every cool fluffy fairy core room you have ever seen on pinterest, it's the coziest place on earth)

if there's a sanrio themed version of stuff she needs, she's getting it, no questions asked.

slightly allergic to dogs, she doesn't care though and cuddles with Curry all the time, she calls it confrontation therapy (it works)

animal lover in general, she even built a little terrarium in her room so Kaburamaru has a comfy spot for his naps when Obanai stays over

has kept every drawing she ever made and sometimes looks through them for inspiration, also likes to track her progress that way

there's a coffee shop across the street from her house where she has been customer of the month every month consistently for four years as well as an honorary mention ever since she was six

Kocho Shinobu (18, student)

in her last year of school and likely about to graduate with a perfect score

founder and president of the first aid club, also head of the student council and an active member on every committee the school has to offer

recently got her driver's license but keeps it a secret so she doesn't have to play chauffeur for her sisters

effectively avoids getting asked out for dates by being very scary™ (and taking jiu jitsu classes since elementary school), she's also your go to person when creepy weirdos won't leave you alone

loves cooking with her sisters and often shares her own recipes with Kanao, she also has her own little corner in Kanae's garden where she plants stuff that she uses to make her own medicine

has a lot on her plate with school and her clubs and some volunteer stuff she does here and there, so she goes to the local animal shelter once a week to cuddle and play with the cats and dogs there, it's her little safe zone to unwind and she doesn't tell anyone about it

the biggest fan of psychological thrillers you will ever meet

Tokito Muichiro (14, student)

in eighth grade and no one knows how he did it but everyone suspects that his brother took at least some of his exams in his place

he's not bad at school per se but he just can't memorize stuff, you're lucky if he knows your name after sitting next to each other for six months

is a member of the cooking club tho and absolutely thriving there, he never goes by recipe and creates the most delicious things but he won't tell anyone his secret ingredients because he can't remember them either

absolutely loves visiting his friends' houses, he's so happy seeing how their rooms reflect them

followed Yuichiro everywhere all throughout elementary school, then made his first friend in fifth grade (Tanjiro of course) and has been getting more and more independent ever since

constantly misses bus stops or takes trains in the wrong direction and is always late because of it, however he has also acquired an extensive knowledge of the town and can give you directions to pretty much everywhere

tries his very best to remember his friends' birthdays but forgets his own every year because it just kinda slips his mind that he has the same birthday as Yuichiro

[jeanbie]

MODERN DAY! CONNIE HEADCANONS #1 ★ masterlist.

i've always headcanonned connie as spanish

moved around a lot since he has family all around the world

loves rap music and hip-hop music

definitely the friend who always has headphones with him or on him

always dancing when he hears a song

and he's an amazing dancer

he has an energy that can make everybody in the room more comfortable

nobody's dancing at the party? wait until connie gets on the dancefloor, then they'll come

has an infectious laugh that even strangers find themselves chuckling along with

is able to make friends wherever he goes with whoever

he's very easy-going and chill and friendly

connie loves big dogs, and has never understood why his mom chose a small little ratty dog that he pretends he doesn't like to try and make her feel bad about it (connie loves his dog)

has the best style out of his friends in terms of being original whilst also trying to appeal to different trends

loves camp rock

connie has his shaven head because he thinks it suits him, but when he was younger he had quite curly hair that was almost blonde

always has sasha help dye his hair cool colours

felt very influenced by gekko from valorant and did try and steal his personality and style for a while

very passionate about his culture and heritage and always invites his friends to family gatherings so he can share the love

the friend who is always doing something unexpected, like he's never just not doing anything

doesn't like wearing jewellery like bracelets or watches because he's always active and is worried he'd either lose them or break them

has a few ear piercings and wants to get his belly-button pierced

he got his eyebrow pierced once but he forgets he has it

when he's angry or sad he goes on tangents in spanish

finds it hilarious when his friends get spanish words wrong and deliberately teaches them words and tells them they have different meanings

took spanish when he was at school and somehow got a lower grade than eren who has never studied spanish before in his life

likes instagram but only really uses stories because sometimes he looks at a photo for too long and then decides that he hates it

loves comedy movies and especially loves romcoms

not the smartest kid at school but he gets the job done

never does homework though because it's bad enough that he has to be at school for seven hours a day, why should he do more work at home

quite good at sports, not amazing but not awful

he really likes tennis and he's pretty good at swimming and hockey

he hates athletics though like he does not see the point in running really fast and just being super tired at the end of it

loves video games and will always advocate for the tekken games

exclusively plays as toad during mario kart

genuinely likes marvel movies but always has the worst takes on characters ever

is a pickle enthusiast

he doesn't really like horror movies or slasher movies because he doesn't understand the enjoyment of watching people get brutally murdered

likes the smell of spearmint and honestly just always smells really good

he has really bad hayfever

always remembers to take a hat outside no matter what the weather is like – if it's sunny he has his cap, if it's freezing then you bet he'll be wearing one of those big hats that covers everything

had chickenpox twice as a kid- thinks it makes him special, it does not

never has storage on his phone and his camera roll is probably like full of photos that he never deletes or backs up

never been super interested in dating anybody – he gets more of a kick out of friendly interaction and has never really craved romantic affection, or at least not yet

his comfort tv show is the simpsons

loves primary colours, especially colours like blue and yellow and green

has quite veiny hands

someone who at first goes unnoticed and it's only when people are really looking at him where they realise that he's actually quite good looking

not very good at keeping plants alive

is drawn to a fish tank if there's one in the room – he always wonders what animals are thinking about when they do their daily activities

thinks that slugs are quite creepy

eren once told him that slender man was real and even though he knows it's not true sometimes he gets a bit paranoid about it

is very good at skateboarding

wears one or two necklaces at a time

you know he's coming either from 1) the loud music you can hear from his headphones, 2) you can hear him moving around as he dances or sings or 3) from the sound of loose change in his pockets

loves sour sweets

is always very disappointed by some of his friend's dinners, like where's the spice? where's the flavour?!

never asks for anything for his birthday or christmas and therefore becomes the most impossible person to buy for her

likes stickers though and will find it hilarious if you buy him terrible stickers that are god awful 

he adores TMG like he wants to be as funny as them (he is)

[shippergirl-14]

Clyde Head Canons

Hii again. I’m pretty sure I mischaracterized him in this since I don’t really have a clear picture of him in my mind, but I hope it’s still fitting in some point and please correct me if I’m wrong. Again, they mostly apply when he is older.

His room is a perfect mess and none of his friends understand how he managed to find his stuff in there.

He moves a lot in his sleep and only Tolkien and Craig can tolerate it. Jimmy will actively avoid sharing a bed with him at a sleepover.

He has a shelf full of dvds of his favorite movies and he knows almost everything about them.

His favorite trope is fantasy, but he hates horror movies. His friends force him to watch them with them anyway.

Him and Kenny would always trade playboy magazines behind the school when they were younger.

He often jokingly asks Tolkien to buy him food or small items he sees in shops, but he feels bad when he actually does it.

Because of his mother, he can fluently speak dutch and would sometimes switch languages to piss his friends off. Tweek and him can somehow communicate and will use it to talk about people.

He really likes cooking and trying out new recipes, but he is super clumsy. He has once almost burned down the kitchen because he was distracted.

Since the school wants their students to join a sports club, he is in the football team, thinking it would make him look cool.

His grades are mostly average, but he doesn’t really bother studying since he believes he could ‘ free style’ his exams. His favorite subject is art because he can chat freely with everyone there.

Almost everyone in school knows him and since he can be really extroverted sometimes he isn’t afraid to join conversation. He is more outgoing and loud without a sense of boundaries.

He really likes physical contact and is often seen wrapping an arm around his friends’ shoulder or lean on them when it's actually unnecessary. His friends don't mind that much.

When he is bored, he would go in his sister’s room to either annoy her or play games with her. ( I think it was mentioned he has a big sister but idk)

He has the habit of showing up unannounced at his friends doorsteps and either invites himself in or drags them along.

He hates playing Mario Cart with his friends because he always loses.

He is that one kid that every teacher hates because he will talk back when something seems unfair.

Aside from his group, he is also close to Kenny and he sometimes tolerates Cartman.

All parents like him and think he is a great example because he is always super polite to them, but he is the one with the most insane ideas.

He can be really reckless sometimes and Tolkien tries to stop him whenever he has one of his 'great' ideas.

He doesn't see showing emotions as a weakness and thinks it's bullshit that men are not allowed to cry.

He has at least once cried because of math. ( same)

Clyde can sometimes be a bit slow, but he isn't dumb. Sadly, he rather acts before thinking about the consequences leading to him getting in trouble quite often.

He doesn't hold grudges, but will start ignoring you if he is upset.

He shares small problems loudly with his friends - they claim to be uninterested and don't want to hear him whining about girls or other stuff - but he rather keeps the serious things to himself.

[lost-girl-2021]

The drabble about little Spider meeting dad areSOOOO SWEET!! What would Miles’s reaction to Spider kissing him on the cheek? I feel like if he doesn’t breakdown and start crying right then and there, he’d definitely mentally go “beaudhdodjddj my bby 🥺 I’m never washing my face again 😭”

Okay, so I think Quaritch would absolutely lose his mind meeting Spider, let alone actually getting a kiss on the cheek or a hug or something. Like, I feel like he’d probably pick him up and then just not put him down for the rest of the visit. The last time he saw the kid, he was just a little baby. And now? He can talk! He like Spiderman and eating grass (what the hell are you feeding my kid, Lyle?) and once he overcomes his shyness, he can just talk forever. And his dad will act like he’s the most interesting thing in the world (because, he is, to Quaritch).

I think that the visits would become somewhat regular (like every Sunday/every other Sunday is Visit Dad Day). Spider also probably brings him drawings and Lyle prints out pictures. I’d imagine Quaritch also probably has Lyle keep everything from Spider’s childhood. Every photo, every sock and drawing and baby tooth.

He likely feels really bittersweet when Spider tells him about his week. Because, he loves talking to his son, but he hates that he can’t be there to witness the moments himself. They probably talk on the phone once a week or so, too. I’d imagine Quaritch has his son’s schedule memorized.

When Spider gets an official diagnoses of asthma, Quaritch loses his goddamned mind. He has to console a crying seven-year-old while trying not to panic. And Spider didn’t want to tell him, but he already knew by the time Spider went to visit, so he’s mad at Uncle Lyle on top of everything. Quaritch fakes an injury just to go to the prison doctor and find out everything he could about asthma. He finds out another prisoner has asthma and basically interrogates him on everything to do with the condition.

Spider probably goes through a rebellious phase around thirteen or fourteen where he’s ferociously independent and tells his dad absolutely nothing about his life. Like, he stills goes on visits and talks to him on the phone, because that’s still his dad, but he doesn’t give the man anything. This boy used to tell him the color of his pee, but now he won’t even tell him what he had for lunch that day. He’s at the age where he’s also embarrassed by everything and pretends that he doesn’t think anything’s cool.

By the time Quaritch gets out of prison, he’s probably chilled out on the teenage angst, but things also change a lot. He’s unused to having access to his dad practically 24/7. Quaritch probably tries to tuck him in and shit at first. Because, even if he’s fifteen, he’s still the curly-haired baby he was before Quaritch went to prison. There’s definetly an adjustment period, I think.

Also, also, also, I think that Quaritch is super overprotective of Spider. Especially when he’s out of prison, because he couldn’t do anything about the bullies before. But, now??? If Spider comes home with a papercut, he’s ready to throw hands. A teacher gave his son a bad grade, even though he’d done everything right? He’s at the school the next morning, intimidating as fuck and demanding to speak with someone.

[katakosmos]

irene! pls share some crumbs of how you see lily…shes fav always and forever, and i’m dying to see how other people see her!!! (bonus: ops on bartylily 👀)

hi beth 😈 lily is actually one of my favorite characters (second only to barty, ugh) and she's my precious wife, i love her.

so... lily in my head is the kind of girl who does everything perfectly. she's super studious, has high grades, but at the same time she's also good at sports, does a lot of extracurricular activities, goes out with friends, and her time seems to never end. she has 36h days.

she's also popular, the whole school knows her, cause she's nice, kind and friendly (and, well, she's friend with the marauders, who certainly don't go unnoticed). this also means everyone has something to tell or ask her, and she's constantly at the center of attention all day (she hates it), but as a prefect and then head girl is her duty to help those in difficulty. she's like that girl you run to to revise before a test, and who you turn to in math when you don't understand what the teacher is saying. she's that important.

(+ since i'm rewatching my hero academia, i think lily is very similar to ochaco uraraka: while all her classmates want to become heroes for noble ideals, she wants to do it for the money, so she can help her family and go on vacation to hawaii. i mean, lily is a girl with very clear and concrete goals, and she does everything to achieve them).

but even though lily's cute and sweet, it's better not to get in her way. in fact, when she meets barty for the first time, she plans to destroy him (my girl is canonically excellent in charms). she heard from mcgonagall that a student a year younger than her managed to get all 12 owls, so she expects him to be a pimply kid with glasses, a nerd... but instead barty is a dried up emo who stinks of smoke and definitely needs to put more deodorant on.

and well, barty hates lily because he was her biggest admirer (she punched a guy – james – in the hallway one day), but then she didn't say hello to him on a monday morning at 7am (barty says she ignored him, but she really didn't see him) and so he decided to get revenge. lily, whose initial goal was to humiliate barty, becomes his "friend", but she realizes (with a lot of anger) that he's actually a very smart boy. she isn't exactly sweet in the way she treats him – like, she makes him carry her books between classes – but he likes it a little too much.

he worships her like a goddess and so lily thinks "why not?"

she breakes up with him at the end of sixth year. barty looks at her and just says "alright. cool", but then when he gets back to his dorm he cries LMAO.

[thefandom-casserole]

Episode 47 Notes-

- I’m so scared

- Like. Almost more scared than for last episode

- Ahhhhhh

- Hermie my beloved I haven’t stopped thinking about you <333

- (Seriously I’ve been basically exclusively rping you. Channel seven has been wild man)

- Anyways

- Ahhhhhh

- THE INTRO

- OMG

- THEYRE TALKING AHOUT SCAM AND NORMAL AOSNDHAJSBHSKAJSJDJDHDUIEJE

- Im vibrating this is insane

- I love their intros so much

- I LOVE THE PODCAST DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS SO MUCHHHHHH

- Hehe I remember that from last season

- Taylor’s Teen Fact: Taylor’s first fight was in fourth grade because he was getting bullied (by Steve) over his collectible card game so he kicked the guy in the nards. That’s how he got into karate

- Lincoln’s Teen Fact: The first fight and lie between Linc and his parents was when he did a “hunger strike” until they let him go to school (but he actually was eating)

- Will messing up Normal’s intro was way too funny to me

- Normal’s Teen Fact: Normal does a tarot card reading everyday before getting started

- He’s like Mercedes!!!!!!!!!

- I cannot believe that he pulled the reversed Lovers holy shit

- Scary Teen Fact: Scary plays the piano. Because if the letters are rearranged it spells pain-o

- Anthony Fact: They haven’t thrown to their sponsors very often and so that might happen this episode

- Nevermind now he’s not gonna do it 😭

- IF THEY DONT TELL NORMAL ILL LOSE MY KIND

- The way Scary’s telling Linc to not touch Hermie <3333333333

- No hate to Linc lots of love to Scary though

- TWO DEATH FAILS FROM PUNCHING HIM INT HE JUTS IM CRYING

- OH THANK GOD FOR SCARY

- “Where’s Hermie” I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t

- SCARY BEING SUPER THERE ABOUT HERMIE BECAUSE PF TERRY

- The way I started tearing up when they started to pick up Hemrie 💀

- God this is not boding well for the rest of the episode

- LINC NO WE KNOW YOU DIDNT LIKE EHRMKE THIS ISNT COOL AHHH

- Again no hate to Linc he’s a kid

- “We’ll fix them”

- SLAY NORMAL

- WHOO

- “LEAVE”

- Once mischief twins always mischief twins (let’s Hotwire a car together BROTHERRR)

- ANOTHER NAT ONE

- I’m pretty sure I missed the entire thing with Taylor and the gun 😭 I don’t care enough to rewind

- “Lincoln stares at yet more blood he has created and slowly sinks back down” LINCOLN BABY

- ANOTHER NAT ONE

- Ahhhhhhhhhhh this spellll

- NO THE SOELL DIDNT WORK

- ANKRHER NAT ONE HOLY SJIR

- Henry yayyyyyyyy

- THE SPONSOR

- THAT WAS PERFECT

- THAT WAS SO FUCKING PERFECT

- Sooo code purple happened as they were kids okay okay

- IS THAT FUCKING BARRY

- OR SCAM LIKELY????!!!

- Henry looks surprisingly young thanks to a vegan lifestyle and butthole sunning!!!!

- Henry how I’ve missed you!!!!!!!!!

- BARRY YOU SHOULD BE DESD FUCK YOU

- Mercedes is dead 😞

- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

- HES GOOF MATTER NOOOO

- Very Achilles-Patroclus esc oh god

- This is going to either be Willy or Scam oh boy oh no

- Remember when we thought Normal hiding in his mascot outfit was bad??

- Oh good it’s Scam

- He left Scary oh noooo

- The fucking Goofs Realm nauseates me Jesus

- “I’m here when it’s sad I’m here when it’s fun did someone do something to my son” that was pretty good ngl

- I’m going to sob holy shit

- Scam is actually sad omg

- Bits never die is basically what he said omg

- Holy shit holy shit holy shit scam ong omg omg ong

- GO FUCKING NORMAL PUNCH HIM

- Scam is being all depresso like the other adults holy shit 😭

- “You don’t fucking come near him”

- FUCK YEAH MULTI PRONOUNS DOOOD

- “You feel like home” AHHHH OAKSSSSSSSS

- I’m going to sob

- [will sobbing] “OUR SPONSOR AURA FRAMES!!!”

- Yayyyyy this our episode 61. Hm or maybe when Terry Jr. died

- Half of it is burnt like two face!! Like Hermie!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- “I’m really proud of you kiddo” sobbing sobbing sobbing

- The Shade Witch I love this 😭

- I was sobbing and now I’m laughing

- This is so funny

- This whole scene is hilarious

- The sun is a metaphor for something

- “Just this once… just this once… Chaperal on three”

- I’m sobbing I’m sobbing omg ong omg

- The Shade Witch is my favorite character move aside Paeden (I’m joking I’m joking)

- SCARY IM SOBBING

- Is the rogue card still in action???

- FUCK YOU BARRRRRRY

- The same man twice!!!!!!!

- DO WE GET THE VOICES PLEASE GUVE US GHE VOICES

- Nevermindddddd

- OMG THEYRE LEARNIBG TO SHOOT

- That’s insane

- Did Normal cause Code Purple…?

- What did Normal do!?

- Another fucking cliffhanger 😭

- I genuinely think I’m going to be sick ✌️

[gtraccoon]

part 6

Kyle didn’t realize he was holding his breath. The feeling of Stan’s little body pressed up against his made him feel like he needed to protect him, and since Kenny was pretty accident-prone, he didn’t know if it was a great idea. But he was already walking down the moonlit sidewalk. He couldn’t go tomorrow, because it was a school day—and he needed to spend that time worrying about what to do with Stan. So he had to go now.

He glanced down at Stan one more time before knocking on Kenny’s door. His mom answered, stone faced and clearly drunk. He forced a smile.

“Uh. Can Kenny play?”

“Kid… it’s almost midnight.” She said, frowning and about to close the door.

“Um. It’s important.” He said quickly, and she rolled her eyes, closing the door. After a few seconds of muffled yelling Kenny answered, his eyes going wide when he saw Kyle. Before he could say anything, Kyle grabbed his wrist and pulled him away from his home, not even shutting the door. After they were in a safe enough area, Kyle let go, turning to face Kenny.

“Okay. I have a lot to explain.” He said, raising his hands up slightly in a surrendering position. Kenny raised his eyebrows, tugging off his hood.

“You think?” He paused, glancing at Kyle’s pocket. “Stan’s not hurt, is he?”

“I—no. He’s fine, and actually, he’s the one that suggested we come over here. And I wanted to apologize.” Kyle said, avoiding eye contact.

“It’s okay, dude, I get it.” Kenny replied, smiling. Kyle looked down.

“We don’t know how.. it.. happened. It kinda just did.” He said, his voice soft, as he let Stan out of his pocket. Stan immediately locked eyes with Kenny, his heart rate speeding up. One human 100 times his size was terrifying to deal with, but 2? “I hope you’ll be cool about this. Because seriously, he can get really hurt if anyone finds out. For example Cartman. And then we’d all get in trouble.” Stan pressed his hand against Kyle’s, trying to calm him down. He was talking fast, something he did when he was nervous, and if he was nervous Stan would get nervous, like some sort of fucked up domino effect.

He heard them talking, but he didn’t really pay mind. Their voices were muffled, anyway, so it must not be very important. His head was somewhere else. What if this was a bad idea? Maybe he was being pessimistic or maybe he was overwhelmed. But Kenny’s… kind of friends with Cartman. What if he tells him? He missed being able to be alone. Alone when he didn’t have to worry about anything, like his friends betraying him. Now, he had to be watched over. All the time, like a fucking baby, and it sucked. He hated being so fragile. ‘he can get hurt if someone finds out’, like just a few wrong words could kill him. Tell the wrong person and he’s gone like he was never even there. What would his parents think?

“Stan.” He looked up. “You okay?” Kenny asked, his voice soft. He was always so sweet, and Stan didn’t know why. Sometimes they treated him like shit. He loved Kenny but he just couldn’t deal with it right now.

“Yeah. I’m fine, thanks.” He looked up at Kyle, tears already welling in his eyes. “Can we go home?” His voice was shaking. Kyle frowned, nodding slowly.

“Yeah. That’s fine. See you tomorrow, Kenny,” He said, waving goodbye. Kenny pulled his hood back up, turning and leaving. Stan’s head was overflowing with too much information. School. That’s gonna be a lot of people. And he thought 2 was bad. What if Wendy wondered where he was? Cartman knows, and that kid can spread rumors fast. Kenny might try to shut him down but he’s like a wind up toy, you tell him something and he doesn’t calm down until he tires himself out.

I’m so fucked.

[hero-deserves-to-be-happy]

for the oc asks 2 and 12 for kyle?

Thank you so much for playing the OC interview game we reblogged! We'd be delighted to answer some Kyle questions (or...er..."have Kyle answer them" lol 😂). Take care!! 💙

KYLE Answers:

2. Who is your best friend?  Tell us about them!

Oh definitely Zuzu (Zoey), but Mama (Hero) is a close second! 😁

Zoey has been my best friend since high school. She was a lot different back then (don't tell her, but I like her a lot better now 😂), but she was still really cool. She was the smartest kid in our class (except Gabe but he's mean), and when I had to miss school for all those knee surgeries, she would come over to my house and tutor me so I wouldn't fall behind and have to repeat a grade! We kind of knew each other before that because St. Al's (our private high school) was pretty small, but we didn't really hang out or anything until she started tutoring me. That's when we became friends, and we've been friends ever since!

I try to make sure she remembers to have fun, but that doesn't always work, especially since she hates parties. She thinks that I'm too irresponsible and I don't know when to stop or shut up sometimes and she'll always call me out on that, but I know she'll always be there for me. And that's a real friend, I think.

Hero is like that too. He's just a nice guy and takes care of people without wanting anything from them. He has a lot more patience for me and will actually go along with my ideas or what Zuzu would call my "shenanigans" sometimes. He also laughs at a lot more of my jokes! I wish he got out there a little bit more and had a little more fun instead of spending his Friday nights studying and organizing his sock drawer, but we're working on it!

12. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? (on vacation or permanently!)

I've travelled a lot and always have a lot of fun visiting new places, especially meeting new people and collecting postcards to send to my friends back home!

But if you want to know where I'd like to travel...my brother, Ken, lives in Beijing right now, and I'd really like to visit him, but I think he's too busy with work and probably doesn't have time to see me. 😅 Zuzu really wants to go to Seville to see this really cool bridge there. She's always been a little disappointed that it was built after her family had moved away from Spain so she never got to see it, so maybe I'd take her there if I could even though I honestly don't know anything about bridges. I've seen pictures of this one though. It's pretty cool, I guess, for a bridge...

But...if I got to pick, I think I'd have to go with a ski trip to Vermont with my friends! My family has a ski lodge there, and I think it would be super fun to travel there together, maybe for spring break or something! I'll have to see if I can get them on board (I doubt I'd be able to convince Brandi to travel anywhere with me, but I'll try 😁)

I'm not sure where I'd like to live permanently. I'm honestly pretty happy in the city, and I liked Seaport (where I grew up) too!

[femmascthing]

A post dedicated to Noel and Caron as parents because I don't talk about it nearly enough (In relation to my fankid fic thing I don't have a name for it yet. It is ALSO talking abt Oscar having adopted a child and Slug and Toad also having adopted a child!) (But also discussing the dynamics of the families and general others)

How the hell were Carter and Athena born? Who the fuck knows! Anyway. Caron isn't good with children in the slightest, but also some kids will just instantly cling to him (Like Oscar's adopted daughter, Amelia, who thinks Caron is super cool). Noel is good with children, however due to being an only child she isn't sure what it's like to take care of them. Athena's appearance is based off of my interpretation of a human Caron, and Carter's is based off of Noel's. However, Athena has her mom's personality and Carter has his father's. Specifically, Athena's personality resembles her mother in the early parts of the game and Carter's resembles his father's at that same time. So they argue a lot. Like a lot. Especially since the story starts when they are 15, entering grade 10. Athena is popular, appearance focused and stubborn, and Carter is studious, also popular but not as much, and is nearly always stressed. I forgot to mention. Hunter exists here! He somehow still looks like he is in his 30s despite Noel being in around her 40s, and him being 15 years older than her. How? He's just silly like that (Its actually relevant to the story itself) He's really close with his sister, especially since he has two nieces and one nephew. When Python or Jewel aren't taking care of Giselle, he's taking her to Build-a-Bear or the aquarium. More so considering Noel has returned to work. Caron isn't very fond of Hunter, he thinks he's weird and that is only encouraged by how he either smells awfully of blood and death OR really heavy perfume. Noel doesn't mind it, she's used to both. Caron does the majority of the housework and parenting during the work day due to him not being summoned often, leaving him with so much spare time. He's secretly Giselle's favourite, simply because he lets her get away with a lot. (Evil 4-5 year old lol) Oscar works as a security guard for a popular nightclub that Noel once frequented in her 20s and early 30s, and spends all of his free time with his daughter Amelia. They're extremely close, Amelia even wanting to be just like her dad. Especially since him adopting her saved her from the awful orphanage she was in. Fugo spends time with her when Oscar's working, helping her with her homework the best he can. He lets her get away with a lot of shit, but she rarely acts out. He also takes care of Toad and Slug's kid when they're busy, named Micheal. Micheal is very shy (definitely picked it up from Slug) yet also extremely protective. He's two years younger than Amelia, who's 14, making him 12. They always ask their uncle if he has a job. He does, but he works exclusively at night. He doesn't disclose more details than that. Back to the twins, Carter and Athena are like any teenager in the way that their relationships with their parents are complicated. On one hand, Athena is a pianist who strives to be just like her mother, minus the limb and terrorism things. Carter wants to be famous for his intelligence and strengths, particularly in fashion and chemistry. On the other, Athena hates the rules she has to be under. The rules are understandable, however they're WAY more than any of her friends have. Carter feels like he'll forever be in his sister and parents' shadows. Both of them have extremely strong wills, to the point where they'll dive head first into danger if it'll benefit them. Despite their parents warning them.

[sunnychuuya]

Pookie what the flip is this I'll answer them tho lmao at least I'll try it might be slightly venty so srry about thar

yea most of the time I geuss. They suck a little sometimes but they try their best and I love them

2. My gc with my besties to say gn

3. So. So. So fucking much.

4. Its been getting a lot better lately but some days I still feel actually sickened at the sight of my own body

5. Single..

6. Painlessly. Hopefully much much later.

7. Taco belllll

8. I did soccer for a year when I was 4 and I want to attempt figure skating at some point, I'm really good at goalie in alot of games though

9. No I have two fake teeth that stop me from doing that (lore drop!!)

10. Never been in a fight. Just one sided against me if I wasn't absolutely fucking terrified of getting in trouble I would've beaten the shit outta some people, I suppose the closest thing I ever got was in 5th grade some dude was a repeated bully of mine I can't remember what it was about this time but he fucking grabbed my arm and twisted it like this fucking close to breaking it and I tried to kick him in the balls and a teacher yelled at me 🥰 he had no consequences

11. I mean I'm a Lil confused. I just got out of my first ever real relationship and I'm still recovering tbh. But I had liked my friend for three years previously and I still love him alot but I can't tell if it's platonic or not. I think it is now?

12. O n l y 48 hrs?

13. I hate alot of people tbh but I kinda hate myself for hating them cuz that's normal

14.yea

15. MY SILLY PUPPIES (one is 11 years old)

16. Fucking terrified cuz I'm about to play the second episode of sally face

17. I still have my lip virginity bro

18. HELL SPAWN

19. Maybe. I kinda wanna be a little kid again but also it wasn't the greatest for me outside of my house so I don't even know.

20. bRO PELASE STOP I HAVENT-

21. Nothing lmao

22. Idk maybe someday. Probably one maximum 2

23. Basic ear piercings but God I want more

24. English and science.

25. Yes.

26. Physical touch I need to cuddle up with someone right now I genuinely feel like I'm dying

27. I mean yea and I feel horrendous about it it broke my heart too but it wasn't a healthy relationship and was fucking up both of us

28. YES IN FUCKING FIFTH GRADE- I SWEAR TK GOD- I don't think he understood but like bruh

29. Please you're making me want to grab a knife and take it to my stomach I didn't want too but it needed to happen.

30. Same as sai, the questiond about relationships but for a different reason like God I felt horrendous enough already

31. Sai how fuckin dare you I love u okay ur like super cool and fun and I feel if I met you irl I would've wanted to be friends with you too. But I'm pretty sure I am. I just still sometimes have trouble believing it.

32. OURPLE

33. Whaaat noooo- WHO FUCKING TOLD YOU-

34. Last one thar wasn't jusr black was about choso from jjk and it was really silly I'm such a fucking degenerate bro help me

35. My dog clifford

36. Yes oh fuck yes I do and it has given me some of my worst regrets in life

37. Forgive, barely ever turns out well tho.

38. I wish its sucked tbh

39. NEVAH

40. proly when I was like a baby

In skipping numbers too for my brain to work

51. Tacoss

52. I mean technically yes it does I could go into science but I'm sure thats not what you mean, but no I do not believe everything happens for a reason because of some higher power or whatever

53. Played sally face for an hour then texted some friends cuz I was too fucking scared to sleep

54. Fuck no

55. I try not to be

56. None

57. I dunno.

58. Rainy

59. Yesss

60. Yup

61. Yeess

62. Idk alot of things surprisingly anime/friends/kpop tho r all great and video games

63. I like my name but it doesn't always feel like it fits but there's nicknames that help :3

64. STOP THIS

65. Heyyy this happened to me. I politely turned him down and we r still besties I went to his house 2 weeks ago

66. Yes. Same friend. When I went to his house he snorted fun dip and I RANTED to him about kpop for 30 minutes even tho he knows nothing

67. OH FUCK WAIT ONE OF MY BESTIES ID A TRANS DUDE I FORGOT HE TECUNIXALLY COUNTS AS OPPOSITE SEX KINDA IDK CUZ SEX IS LIKE ??? I DONT FUCKIN KNOW IG HIM BUT IF WE DONT MEAN GENDER BUT SEX THEN THE SAME DUDE FROM THE LAST TWO

68. Deepest within the last month was a 3am sleepover chat with my bestie over how mha saved my life

69. Idk

70. Yea at least 10 ppl

@mypinterestgotbannedsoimherenow totally understand if u don't feel like answering these btw they r kinda hard

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[atlafan]

maybe i’m mistaken but i recall you saying something about having a big age gap to one or all of your siblings - if thats true, did you like having this age gap? i’m a bit worried about my kids having a pretty big age gap and personally don’t know many people who grew up with siblings who weren’t close in age

Yeah! So my oldest sister is 9 years older than me, my brother is 7 years older than me, and my other sister is about 3 1/2 years older than me.

I think with any family/siblings, age gaps don’t need to be a reason you’re not close. For a while, the four of us did a lot of things together. Like for holidays and whatnot. My oldest sister would babysit all of us, so we’d all go go for walks to Friendlys or go to the movies. My oldest sister also had to like change my diapers and stuff lmao so I usually call her my other mother. And I’ll always be her baby sister.

In all honesty, I went through phases where I was closer with each of them. Me and my sisters all had to share a room until I was about 10. Then me and the sister I’m closest in age with shared our attic as a bedroom up until she went away to college. We would play Barbie’s and stuff like that, but she also wanted absolutely nothing to do with me after a certain age. We were always getting lumped together and naturally she couldn’t stand it.

When I was really little, I hated sleeping in my own bed. So I’d crawl into bed with my sister im closest in age with. If she wasn’t having it, I’d go down the hall to my brothers room and he’d let me sleep in his bed with him. I don’t know why I was like this, but it took me years to be able to sleep by myself

My brother I was close with for a while because he would actually like sit and watch tv with me. Like we watched SpongeBob and a ton of Cartoon Network cartoons together. And my brother would actually listen when I talked and just sort of be there for me during a rough patch. But he’d also give it to me straight if he needed to. And he had the same like “do I have to bring her along” attitude when he got older which of course makes sense. What teenager wants to hang out with their baby sister when all they want to do is go smoke weed with their friends? lmao but my brother in general was always very good to me and I just thought he was this cool guy. He is my other dad much like how my oldest sister is my other mom

Now the sister I was closest in age with she and I have pretty much always been at odds like once we were a little older. Like I was in 5th grade when she was on 8th grade, so we were only in school together for like a year every three years. We fought the most. Even the summer my mom paid her to babysit me and do fun things with me, we barely did anything fun! It was really fucking annoying lmao and like not that we’re super close now but I am able to have a conversation and look to her for advice and she and I are just very similar in general which pisses me off sometimes because I’m like if we hadn’t spent so much time fighting we could’ve realized how similar we are so much sooner. I did everything she did because I looked up to her a lot. Like if she took an AP class, then I took an AP class.

Also..when things were bad between my parents, which was almost always, the four of us had each other. We could all huddle in one persons room and wait for the arguing to be over. We’d all take a bullet for the other. Like when my life fell apart and I FaceTimed my sister as Nick was walking out the door and I couldn’t even talk, she goes “do I need to come up there?” And I nodded, so she hopped in the car, grabbed my other sister and my mom, and they drove the two hours north to come be with me. Meanwhile, I was able to call my brother and talk to him and he helped me to sort of calm down a little. I would do anything for any one of their children. Like we can all count on each other you know?

Also my two oldest siblings are exactly two years apart and they’re not close at all lmao so age doesn’t have to be a factor for how close the siblings are. It really depends on the parents and like the kids themselves wanting to be around each other.

Long story short, don’t worry about it.

[bunkernine]

hey i was looking at your tags because that's what i do, but...why would someone fail you because you used a pen?

😠😠😠 MR DAVE 😠😠😠

okay okayokay, to clarify, I have never failed a class: it was math class lol, and the second year i had him (not because I failed, but because he moved to the next math level that year lolol). so me and him already had this argument because he HATES when people use pen in his class, except im annoying, I had gotten used to using a pen in EVERYTHING. the math class the year before I had him, my previous teacher didn't care because i was still correct and did my work ig. idk he just liked me lol

anyway. before every test, mr dave would say "NO PEN" and stare straight at me because i was the only one using pen. and so most of my classwork would be in pen because he never collected it, but my tests would begin with me frantically asking my classmates for a pencil. so i guess one day, I just forgot to use pencil and took his stupid lil quiz. the quiz was hard. half of the class failed. he's very diligent about making corrections on people's work and showing them why they got a half point off or whatever. he grades really hard but lol, im fine with math ig

i was sitting back in my chair, cocky as fuck knowing i was gonna pass. he looked at me and then handed me the test upside down (😒). a fat zero. he didn't even grade the rest of it, there were no marks. normally i doodle on math quizzes and he would interact or color them in but he gave me nothing!!! just a 0 and that was it. i shoved it in my bag and ignored my math bros who asked me about the grade. gonna pretend like i didn't feel the hot sting of tears and angrily glared out the window for the rest of class. he sat down at his desk and looked at me for my reaction and I had to act like I wasn't affected and my hp didn't drop to 0. fucking critical hit, KO

so after class i went to him and was like 😠 GIMME MY A 😠. he just told me that my actual grade was online but to never use pen again on a test... and I didn't because i just remember my pride shattering at seeing that 0 on that one test.

lol it was pretty funny too because I didn't even pass the test. i walked out of his class the day he taught the material, plus I don't do hw so I never reviewed it 💀 i got like a 2/10 or something lmao

[frozenmoonshine]

Head Canon: Tokyo Manji School - TR boys as school teachers and staff.

Native language/Literature: CHIFUYU

He has OCD for spelling and punctuation. Forget one dash or a comma in your essay, and he'll lower your grade by two. Misspell something, and congrats, you failed the subject. Forces his students to read romance novels, but otherwise a nice teacher.

Foreign language 1: RAN

Thinks he's cool, but is actually a shitty teacher, tries to make up for it with charisma. Kids love him because he never gives homework, or any kind of actual work, really. If you're serious about learning a foreign language, just transfer to another class, or school, even better.

Foreign language 2: IZANA

Cannot transfer knowledge to save his life! Even tho he's super skilled himself, unlike Ran. Psychotic and scary, will scream at the kids for wrong answers, or throw pens and chalk at them if they talk during lectures. It's a miracle how he even passed the psychiatric check in order to be accepted to work with children.

Homeroom: MITSUYA

Best and kindest HR teacher ever! Period. Will resolve any student dispute with a smile, but everyone knows he can be scary if pissed off, so they tend to be on their best behavior. He passionately hates parent-teacher conferences tho, especially with those obnoxious, unreasonable parents! That's where the former delinquent in him itches to come to the surface!

Math: KISAKI

He's actually pretty good at his job, which is explanainig shit and transferring knowledge. His classes may be boring, there's lot of homework, and he doesn't care about his students in the slightest, so he's far from students' favorite, but his lectures are useful.

Physics: SMILEY

He enjoys lab experiments a bit too much, and stuff explodes or goes wrong a bit too often, but he just laughs it off, even if his hair is on fire, or he accidentally almost electrocuted himself with a Tesla coil. Ends up in the infirmary at least twice a week.

Chemistry: SANZU

Smells and licks lab substances to determine what they are, regardless of how unsafe it is. Can guess the exact formula of any mixture just by looking at it. Speaks very little and in quiet voice which makes him weird and borderline creepy. But he's an ok teacher. However, if you leave a mess in his lab, or don't wash and clean the lab utensils properly after use, prepare to meet your doom.

Biology: BAJI

Will bring animals to classroom! Especially their young. Strongly opposed to dissection, insectariums, and any other sort of animal cruelty! Will teach his students to protect the environment and to love animals. Sweetheart teacher no. 1, everyone loves him.

Sex Ed.: MIKEY

Will have the most disinterested, indifferent face ever while talking about STDs and stuff. Uses 48 positions as textbook. Recommended porn to his students on multiple occasions, until the headmaster heard of it, and then he stopped doing it officially, but will secretly deal porn goods to his male students when they ask him. He's super professional with female students tho, always answering any question they have seriously, and even flashing his trademark cute smile. You'd almost think he's two different people.

P.E.: DRAKEN

Ok, this lovable mofo takes sports a bit too seriously, his classes feel like military drills! Everyone's absolutely exhausted and barely breathing afterwards. He gives tough love, but he's kind to no end, so kids actually love him.

Music: SOUTH

You think music classes are supposed to be fun and easy?! Think again if your teacher is Terano Minami-sensei! And you better sing along in those singing practices, cause if he hears you slacking off, you might as well just say your prayers, cause you won't be very vivo by the end of the class!

Philosophy: WAKASA

Chill. Lowkey depressed. Doesn't grade a single paper, like, ever. Doesn't take attendance. Talks about anything and everything with his students, even his personal life, but always has a valuable point to make at the end of the story. Students confide in him, too, and go to him for life advice, which makes him nervous, but he lowkey enjoys the fact they rely on him.

Religion: TAIJU

PRAY, MOTHERFUCKERS!!! Ya better take your piety seriously and show your devotion, OR ELSE!

Art: KAZUTORA

Eccentric art teacher, the stereotype. Kind and gentle with his students tho, focuses more on nurturing their creativity than teaching them the art theories and history. All straight female students crush on him hard. He almost quit his job tho, when one asked him to pose naked for his painting.

History: INUPI

Petty bitch. If you don't know what that one historical figure he simps for ate for breakfast every day, or when the birthday of the dog of another historical figure that he simps for was, he'll give you an F. But good luck with figuring out which ones he doesn't simp for, or what random facts he doesn't think are of crucial importance!

Economy/Sociology/Politics: KOKO

Probably the most normal, balanced teacher in the school. He can be pretty strict, and will give an absolute shit ton of assignments (that he'll later regret deeply, when he has to pull all-nighters to grade), but he's actually really good at teaching and really knows what he's talking about, so his lectures are kinda interesting, even tho it's a boring subject. Some students like him, some don't, but everyone respects him, at least.

Headmaster: SHINICHIRO

Kind of an easygoing dork, will play with the kids in the schoolyard during breaks, or after classes, but rules with an iron fist when need be. It is extemely rare tho, cause everyone respects him for his kind and friendly nature.

School nurse: ANGRY

Caring and protective to a smothering level. Will insist you stay in the infirmary even for a simple paper cut. Has all sorts of colorful, funny band-aids, will let you choose whichever you like, as if it's a sticker. Tired of his brother constantly popping up with new injuries, tho.

School janitor: HANMA

School superstar! Will pretend to be on the stage, using the floor mop as a microphone, and do a weird, cringy dance down the school corridor while wiping it. Students LOVE him! Need a smoke? You just have to ask, he shares generously! Skipping a lecture? Hanma's got your back! Plotting a revenge on your bullies? You already know who to count on. All he asks in return is for you to spill the tea, so he literally has every single piece of nasty info on both teachers and students alike! Need to blackmail someone? Yeah, you got it.

[silverjirachi]

@idledreams-burninghearts @charitablemafioso Absolutely! You all don't have to ask me twice to tell you more about my fucked up catholic upbringing!!

So like I said I was super hyped when I found out I was gonna get to microdose on being a cult leader for a week because basically I had been training my whole life for this. (Remember this is ME. the EGG WHO WANTED TO BE A PRIEST.) My assigned topic was Piety, which for those of you who don't know is the religious virtue of.. being religious. So my talk is just gonna be about how to be a good and holy religious person. Sick! I got this in the bag!! I've been training my whole life for this!!

But here's some important context to know about me. Despite the fact that I was known for being like, THE catholic girl. I also had a ~controversial~ (to some) reputation. Mainly just to our school priest. You see, this guy was a hyper-traditional asshole. Thought mass should still be Latin and was cheapened by being in English. Real pre-Vatican II type motherfucker. Wore a cassock every day instead of the standard shirt and pants. Visibly uncomfortable around women who could speak. Really harsh on everyone. Hated kids. Hated teenagers. Frollo type ass.

He was so notorious actually that one time I was talking to a completely different priest at a completely different church, and mentioned my school, and he asked "Oh, who's the priest up there nowadays?" and I gave this guys' name and this other priest's expression completely changed. I saw war flashbacks in this guy's mind. They had been in seminary around the same time together. And he just looked at me with these soft, apologetic eyes and said "Oh, I'm so sorry." And we both uncomfortably laughed.

But here's the thing about me. I got insanely good grades in all my classes. ESPECIALLY religion class (wanted to be a priest). This guy HATED it. (Smart "woman.") Because sometimes he would just get shit blatantly wrong (mostly so he could be more misogynistic) and I'd sit there in class and correct him. We threw down a couple times.

I'm accepted as a cult leader and I'm dead set on roasting this guy. MOSTLY because I used to be a real hardass about Christianity at one point too and realized early how fucked up it was to treat people like Sinners and not Human Beings. This was mostly due to my best friend vibe checking my ass when she was going through a really hard time and all I could offer was like. Prayers and Bible quotes. What a great friend, right?

So the focus of my "Piety" talk became about how to spread the love of Christ not through slinging Bible quotes at people but rather just like. Being a Cool and Chill and Good Person and letting the Christianity like, naturally sprout as a part of that rather than whatever the hell that guy was doing. Everyone was like, super down for this and I've always been a really strong writer, so even at 17 my writing was really impactful and heartfelt. I talked about the experience of almost losing my friend in her time of need due to me being a hyper-Christian asshole and explained how Christians should NEVER be alienating people ESPECIALLY not when they are GOING THROUGH TOUGH TIMES and spoke a lot how the relationship with my best friend and also with my boyfriend helped me realize this.

Now. Here's the other controversial element of me. My boyfriend was NOT CATHOLIC!!! This was SCANDALOUS at my school. He was one of only like maybe 10 non-Catholics and he fought this priest too but Frollo could more easily dismiss him because he was a Filthy Protestant. And of course Frollo-Ass KNEW this about me and it made him hate me even more to the point where one time I'm pretty sure he gave a sermon about ME SPECIFICALLY and that is where I drew the mother fuckin line.

So we had to go around and share our sermons for approval and rewrites a couple weeks before the retreat. The school priest was not present for the meeting that day. However, his assistant, our new youth minister, who was either FRESH outta seminary or graduating soon, WAS there. And we get to the end of my speech and everyone gets really quiet. But I know it's the good kind of quiet because I am one impactful and heartfelt motherfucker. And I'm looking specifically at this youth minister seminarian because I KNOW he knows it's a sideways dig at Frollo the Wretched and he just nods deep in thought and I can tell his perspective has been changed on some things. And he just goes "Woah. Yeah. Wow." And I was accepted without any rewrites.

So flash forward and I'm standing at the pulpit in this Cult-for-a-Week organization giving my talk about Piety, the Christian Virtue of Being a Christian. And now Frollo-Ass WAS there. Standing in the back. Menacingly. While I am gleefully and happily giving this talk about how my life has been changed by two NON-CATHOLICS, one who I was VERY PUBLICALLY in a relationship with and it brought me deeper to the Catholic faith and that is actually how we're supposed to ride.

I could feel him seething from across the room but I know there was one particular line that really made him blow a fuse. I can't remember it verbatim, but it was something along the lines of how when my friend came to me for help, she was desperate for human connection, and instead of me meeting her like a person the way a good Christian should, instead, by shallowly offering her nothing but prayers and Bible verses, I was beating her over the head with a crucifix. HE HATED THIS. HATED THIS. I smiled and made eye contact with him as my Exit Song played and I found my way back to my seat, and he would NOT make eye contact with me the rest of the trip. But he was in and out anyway. I wonder, if because he was so in and out, that seminarian had nudged him to sit in on mine. You know. To see if he learned something. He definitely did not.

Anyways I applied to lead again and I definitely was rejected all three times. This might have had to do with me frauding some service hours in his class too but I KNOW my gleefully blasphemous sermon about Piety that embraced relationships with non-Catholics had a healthy something to do with it.

How were you a cult leader for a week?

Okay so this is going to be a looooonnnggg story and I never even really sat back and thought about how batshit insane it was until I started talking about it with other people. Which is more recently than you'd expect for the fact that it took place over ten years ago. But back then I also didn't have the life experience to see how.. weird and creepy it was until well, well afterwards.

Another thing that contributed to the fact that I never really thought or spoke about it because that was actually a core tenant of the program. If you talk about it, you're ruining the "sacredness" of the experience if someone else might go through it. So you gotta keep it secret so it's not spoiled for them. Which was a way bigger deal at my school than it now is like, out in the wild. And when I said that first part out loud "So like, oh! I'm not actually supposed to talk about this, BUT" I realized this was some cult shit.

Like I said, long story so I'm gonna put it under a cut for people who wanna read.

Alright so. This story begins at my co-ed Catholic high school. Each year as part of our like, religious enrichment, we went on "retreats" or missions to different areas locally. Freshmen didn't have one, though their was like 1 day of service out in the community. (We went to a retirement home and passed out valentine's cards all day if memory serves).

Sophomores and Juniors got to participate in the more coveted, multiple-day religious retreats that were school-sponsored excuses to get out of school. And they were mandatory, even if you were not Catholic.

What's important to know about these retreats is that they were FAMOUS at our school. They were surrounded with so much mystique, hype, and infamy. People spread rumors about them. People spread lies about them. People spread gossip about who did what with such and such during these retreats. One common, straight-faced lie that almost ALL seniors told about the Senior Retreat was that you all "got naked and danced around a fire" (this will be relevant later). The Naked Fire Dance was like a schoolwide JOKE about this very famous, very infamous senior retreat called Kairos.

What added to this hype, particularly around Kairos, is that once you completed it, you got this special (though rather plain-looking) cross that was given out at the end of the retreat. ALL the seniors who had been through Kairos wore them, EVERY DAY, and groups of students were taken on retreats in groups of 40-50, so not the whole class got them at once. It was like a gradual progression watching these crosses appear around peoples' necks. And like, they got to miss ALMOST A FULL WEEK OF SCHOOL. Come on now. That's amazing.

I actually broke down crying when my own Kairos cross broke during band practice and my percussion instructor fixed it for me. That's how important these things were, both as an emotional AND a status symbol. Wearing a Kairos cross was on an equal level with having a class ring - if you wore one, you had MADE IT.

So I was naturally STOKED when I discovered I was selected to take part in Kairos at the end of my JUNIOR YEAR rather than my senior year. Looking back on it, this absolutely was not random. Kairos retreats were split into different dates for a very particular purpose, and that was to make sure there was always a fresh influx of students to become the next set of "leaders" on these retreats. The first round of Kairos actually began in May or June of the respective class's JUNIOR YEAR so that there would be some classmates to lead the next Kairos that would begin in the proper senior year in the fall. I was selected for this first session because they ABSOLUTELY had already scouted me out as a potential leader and wanted to make sure I had the chance to. I had good grades in religion, participation in church, etc, and kind of had a reputation for it.

Funnily enough, these were all numbered, and I was on Kairos 68. I led Kairos 69, which they changed to Kairos 70. Do the kids these day know? Do they even know their whole numbering system is off because their school refused to allow Kairos 69 to exist?

BUT WHEN ARE WE GETTING TO THE CULT SHIT? Ok. We'll get into the cult shit now.

So the first thing to know about these retreats and therefore also Kairos is that they take place in the middle of the woods. They're at a spiritual retreat center led by some monks about 30-40 minutes away from the school. So you are ISOLATED in what is essentially a large cabin but feels more like a retirement home. Everyone gets their own tiny little room that basically only had a bed, a dresser, and your own sink in it.

They take you into this cabin in the middle of the woods and of course you have to give up all your electronics. Your phone is confiscated from you if they find you have brought it, etc. Not only this, but then you find that they have covered up all the clocks. So you start to develop this immediate sense of restlessness and time blindness because all the clocks are covered with a white sheet and a sign that says "GOD'S TIME." Your entire day structure and even sense of TIME are now at the mercy of the cult leaders, excuse me, I mean student leaders and teacher chaperones on the retreat.

There are no parents here. It's just about fifty 17 to 18 year olds and about 7 teachers. And about 6 student "group leaders" who had a very, very central and important role in the whole event.

What essentially happened was for the next 4 days, we sat in this group conference room at round tables listening to talks and having breakout discussions about Jesus all day. Church in the morning and evening. You got max like, 1, maybe 2 hours of free time after lunch. Literally just living that #monasterylife. But there was something very... particular... about these talks that are things I definitely do not think go down at a monastery.

Each day, a handful of the teachers and student group leaders gave talks surrounded a particular topic or theme of the day. I can't remember all of them, but they'd be things like Piety, and Service, and Charity, and Forgiveness, etc. Christian values. Each talk had a name centered around a particular value. Mine was Piety.

The thing about these talks though, is that they were incredibly, deeply, invasively personal.

Now, I'm going to be upfront and say no one was forced to go up there and spill the deepest darkest secrets of their life. All the student leaders had signed up for this KNOWING they'd be asked to write an incredibly personal sermon on their assigned topic. But there is something addictive about that cult mentality when everyone is getting up on that pulpit oversharing well, you wanna spill your whole life story too. (However, we'll get back to some insider secrets about this later).

TW next paragraphs off-hand but not graphically mentioning suicide, suicidal ideation, self harm and cutting, domestic abuse, etc.

Teachers went up there and talked about their marriages and divorces and how such things brought them closer to God. About how their drunken fathers beat them. Student leaders got up there and gave talks about their suicide attempts or being abused and how being saved from these things brought them closer to god. I learned the intimate ups and downs of my teachers' and fellow classmates' lives in a way I NEVER thought I would and it would all be wrapped up in a little lesson about god. They'd play a little meaningful song of the speaker's choice before and after the sermon to set the scene and help everyone reflect and pray. Mine were Uncharted by Sara Bareilles and The Unwinding Cable Car by Anberlin. Very deep and meaningful stuff to me at age 17.

As the week progresses and the students drink more of the kool-aid, the participant students are even allowed to go up and say a few words too. And I am not kidding when I say each night there would be at least 1-2 confessions of suicidal ideation or suicide attempts, a handful of mentions of cutting or self harm, and a handful of mentions of actively being abused, even in relationships with other students not on the retreat.

No trigger warnings because this was like 2012 and those were only JUST becoming a thing.

Now, looking back on it now as someone who has taught middle and high schoolers, I can only say: WHaT THE HELL? Teachers absolutely were not required to report these confessions, and I think actively were encouraged not to. I know for a fact student leaders were not supposed to report anything. Because it was supposed to be a safe space where people could say anything. To know someone might take action outside that world would violate the sacred trust we were building with one another, and the closeness we were getting to god. People could reach out to someone individually after the retreat, but unlike in a lot of other cases where it would be MANDATORY for an adult to report certain things, no such enforcement here existed. As a teen, that seemed awesome. As an adult who has taught and looked after children now, I am horrified. I know it's a complicated nuanced topic, but holy hell batman.

And as a 17-year-old retreat leader, I felt responsible for my flock. One girl confessed to me about her mom who was being actively abusive, and I, at the tender age of 17, was suddenly put in a position where I felt like I had to do something for her. I'M NOT EQUIPPED TO DEAL WITH THAT!! I'M SEVENTEEN!!! But she confided in me and now I wanna support her in any way I can. I went over to her house several times after that retreat and honestly almost got myself into some horrible, dangerous situations because I felt like I was obligated to because we had shared this soul-baring bond at Kairos. I TOLD NO ONE. I GOT HELP FROM NO ADULT ON THIS.

BUT THESE TALKS WEREN'T EVEN THE ONLY WILD AND WACKY THINGS THAT HAPPENED THAT WEEK!!

One of the other biggest events at Kairos was "letters night." This happens on like the second night of the retreat when all 50 teenagers are herded into a dark room lit only by a few candles and sit in silence for a few minutes. We're all sitting there wondering what's going on. Then, all of a sudden, one of our teachers starts reading a letter addressed to someone. At the end of the letter, it's revealed its from a parent or loved one of at student in the room. They're called up to receive their letter and a hug of comfort if they want it, because of course half of us are sobbing at this point. This goes on for all fifty students in the room. Each of us gets a deeply personal letter from our parents or loved ones about our life stories read in front of forty-nine of our other peers. I can't even imagine how this must have felt for someone without loving parents, but they made it work so everyone had a meaningful letter read aloud.

After that LONG, LONG process, we do one final meditation and are led back to our rooms for sleep. It is then we discover BOATLOADS of letters from other students that have been dumped all over our rooms and our beds. Letters of love, encouragement, well-wishes. Confessions of love or admiration. Letters of apology. Truly anything your upperclassmen friends, relatives, or others might want to write about you. The letters night is kept INCREDIBLY secret and is actually one of the reasons I never talked about Kairos. Because, as personal as it is, it was also an incredibly powerful, formative moment for me. It made me feel more loved and more valued as a person who made a difference on this earth than anything else in my life at that point, and I hung on to my Kairos letters for a very long time afterwards. And the not knowing anything, the surprise of it all really contributed to that. It was like getting hit with a truck with nothing but sheer love, especially at a time in my life when I felt worthless and unwanted and was, myself, actively considering suicide. Writing letters to my group members and friends going on Kairos was my favorite part of the whole process.

And then there was. The moment you have all been waiting for. THE NAKED FIRE DANCE.

Now, thankfully, this was not an actual naked fire dance. But the joke was at last revealed. It is called the naked fire dance, because it is at this point that THE STUDENT LEADERS, and ONLY the students leaders, NO TEACHERS, take their small flock back UNSUPERVISED into these small breakout rooms and they have... the naked fire dance. All the lights are off. It's the middle of the night. The small room is lit only with one candle, and everyone sits in a circle as the teenage cult leader starts with a single prayer. Then she opens up the floor. Now all the students, heart to heart, sit around this single candle for the next hour sharing secrets about themselves. Confessing things to each other. It's called the naked fire dance because you "take off your masks" (aka "get naked) in a circle around "a fire" (candle).

Again, this was an incredibly moving and formative experience for me. I was in a group with jocks, cheerleaders, people I'd NEVER interact with normally. And I felt so loved and connected to them. But that's a big component about how cults work. They feel good!!

Then, you all go back for one final group prayer and are released to bed. The next morning is the 4th day where they do some wrapping up, and you find out the whole retreat is structured around Jesus' 3 day death or whatever. And then you, on the 4th day - rise again. You live the fourth!! And you also talk about it to no one. Ever. That is a very important component of Living the 4th: Don't you dare fucking talk about it.

You go back to the school on a bus for your parents to pick you up and you are led into the chapel for one "final prayer" it's then that you are stampeded at down the hallway by all the other students who have already been through Kairos. That was also very special, like the letters moment. Just a WALL of over a hundred other teenagers running straight for you screaming. My boyfriend was there and picked me up and spun me around it was really sweet and nice. Trainwreck of love.

AND NOW FOR SOME INSIDER KNOWLEDGE FROM SOMEONE WHO SPENT A WEEK AS A CULT LEADER STUDENT DISCUSSION LEADER:

Every night after we'd send the students to bed, all the teachers and student leaders would convene in this other, side cabin like a high council. It was there that we'd review how the day went, how our breakout and small group discussions went, things we were observing in our flock student group, things we wanted advice and guidance on, etc. They were nice meetings. We'd have snacks. It'd be fun etc.

BUT. MY FAVORITE PART OF THESE MEETINGS. WE'D TALK ABOUT OUR NEXT TARGETS. WE'D TALK ABOUT WHO IN OUR GROUPS WE THOUGHT WAS CLOSE TO "BREAKING." AKA OPENING UP TO BARE THEIR SOUL AND CONNECT TO THE OTHER STUDENTS. TO LIKE. SPILL ALL THEIR BEANS.

WE WOULD DISCUSS STRATEGIES TO HELP BREAK THEM.

"Oh yeah I think letters night tomorrow is gonna break Chris enough to open up at the naked fire dance."

"Kelsey is SO CLOSE to getting there I think she'll break through tomorrow morning."

"Yeah I think Ryan just needs his space but I can tell he'll come around so we'll not push we'll just gently continue to offer."

HELLO???

I'M SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD AND IN A ROOMFUL OF OTHER STUDENTS AND MY TEACHERS TALKING ABOUT HOW TO PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATE OTHER STUDENTS INTO SHARING SECRETS ABOUT THEMSELVES???

And again, never even thought that was weird or culty until now. Just thought I was helping my fellow students get the most out of Kairos. And you're not supposed to talk about Kairos, btw.

Anyways. TL;DR it was a really great experience for me and taught me a lot about empathy for others and self love, however there were definitely more than a few ethical violations and things that now raise a number of concerns for me as an adult that I think will never get fully addressed.

And that's how I helped to lead a cult for a week!

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What would happen if you were sent back and ended up in the orphanage with Tom Riddle—and say you also had magic?

Oh boy.

Well, there's a lot to question here. Judging by the... spirit of this ask, I presume I'm... pretty much reincarnated. I'm in the orphanage, I'm much younger than I am now and a child, I'm pre-Hogwarts age, and I retain my current knowledge.

For the purpose of this ask I suppose I also retain my current mental faculties. Despite being in the body of an eight-year-old, I'm not The Carnivorous Muffin at eight.

Welp, there's a lot to consider here.

First, I probably don't realize I'm in Harry Potter for quite some time and instead assume I've been reincarnated to some parallel universe. It's the 1930's, I'm in England in the depression, WWI has occurred and the vast majority of major historical events I know about seem to have happened in the right order, and this Earth is eerily similar to the Earth I left behind.

Strange that I appear to remember everything of my past life with my adult mental abilities, but alright universe, I guess that's how we're going to play this.

What I do know is that I'm dirt poor, presumably still a woman which does not bode well for my career prospects, and if I want any prospects in life period I'm going to have to fight tooth and nail for it. It'd be great if I got adopted to help with this, and might be nice to have people in my life who love me, but there's a lot of orphans in the world and a lot of orphans who are much less weird than I am.

The orphanage is the orphanage and not great, Mrs. Cole is overworked, the orphanage is chronically understaffed, and the kids are running wild beating the shit out of each other.

Being a girl, I probably don't have to worry about getting the shit kicked out of me quite as much, but I still probably try to keep my head down and don't aggravate the particularly beefy looking orphans.

Yes, there's some very angry gremlin named Tom Riddle around who will shove you down the stairs in retribution, but that's just a weird coincidence. And then supernatural shit starts happening. Billy's rabbit hangs itself, people get injuries when Tom is nowhere near them, and I start wondering if this is really the Tom Riddle.

I'm in Wool's Orphanage, my matron is Mrs. Cole, Tom Riddle is running around lighting things on fire. It's possible, though it could all be a strange coincidence.

Now, how things go from here depends on how controlled my own magic is. Since accidental magic typically does manifest at least once or twice, it probably does manifest for me for.. something. If Tom Riddle's there to witness it then...

Well, I imagine he's very offended. Here he was, special, different, better than everyone else, and then some girl in the orphanage (who dares to get very good grades on her assignments in school) has it too.

And I just stand there, smiling, going "Tee hee".

He probably confronts me to prove that he's better at it than I am, and he probably is unless the universe hates both him and me, but having someone else with the Shining around probably prompts him to take me as his protégé (in part so he can show off and in part because he's genuinely excited to be able to share this super cool talent).

I am now apprentice to eight-year-old Tom Riddle. Whoop de doo.

Well, I don't remember this part of Harry Potter, so now I'm probably confused as to where I am again. Regardless, I try to advise Tom on how to tone it down and not, say, traumatize Amy and Dennis for life and antagonize all the other orphans forever. He probably doesn't take me seriously. What do I know, I can't even light that patch of grass on fire?

Hanging around Tom Riddle gets me a reputation to, given the difference in genders, probably a fairly nasty one at that. When Dumbledore arrives he's undoubtedly told hot gossip about how eleven-year-old Tom and I have had sex in a ritual to summon Satan. Dumbledore takes this seriously.

Dumbledore probably meets us both at the same time and it's a disaster. I tried my best to prep Tom without revealing I'm a prophet, Tom first doesn't believe there might not be others, then doesn't believe they would be antagonist/anything but amazed by how awesome he is.

Well, Dumbledore lights his wardrobe on fire while I sit there. Dying inside. Dumbledore probably also does something to me too, to teach me some kind of lesson about something.

I imagine he temporarily disfigures me/makes me appear very ugly, then sticks a mirror to the wall, that way I realize that looks aren’t everything/being a whore is wrong. Tom, still traumatized over the wardrobe, is no help and my magic’s probably not controlled enough to do a thing about it.

I spend a day looking like a pig, Tom and I are given just enough money to buy new wands and second hand/barely functioning everything else and given the world’s worst directions to Diagon Alley. Thanks, Albus.

Well, months pass, we get our wands, Tom gets excited for Hogwarts and I... start seriously considering the future. WWII is coming, the Blitz is coming, Tom and I live in east London and must be able to evacuate during the bombing of London (which went on well past the Blitz to the end of the war). I also start considering my future in the wizarding world. Do I now actually have career prospects?

Probably not because I’m muggle born and a woman. My best bet is doing very well in useful subjects and finding employment with the goblins, I can’t imagine they have the same hang ups as the wizarding world.

Tom wants to go to Slytherin, of course, I tell him this is a bad idea. “Gee Tom,” I say, “Not sure how I know this but I have this feeling that Slytherin is filled with people who loathe our very existence and will shank us. Why don’t we pick Ravenclaw or Gryffindor instead?”

No one shanks Tom Riddle! Tom says. Tom is still eleven and while he admits that sometimes I may, in retrospect, have been right about certain things that doesn’t mean he wants to go to the house known for hard work. That’s code word for everyone there being a moron and having no other redeeming features than tenacity. As for the other two, Ravenclaws sound like smug, elitist, nerds and Gryffindors like dumb jocks.

Better to be known for ambition, cunning, and actually being competent.

Well, there’s no talking him out of this one, and goddamn it we’re all each other has.

I’m the closest thing Tom Riddle has ever had to a friend in all these years and in the orphanage the only one who could hold a decent conversation with him. And while it’s not my moral obligation to keep Tom from becoming a domestic terrorist, and there’s no guarantee I even can, dumping him for one of the other houses and drifting apart won’t help.

Not to mention that, after all these years, I’m undoubtedly lonely, I’m in this foreign land, and he’s now the closest thing to a friend I have.

Looks like I’m going to Slytherin, YOOOOOLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOO! I shout as a battle cry as tears run down my face. I may have to convince the hat to put me in Slytherin, but like all human beings I am a mixture of many qualities. I’m not cunning in the least, mind games exhaust me unutterably, but I’m full of ambition. 

This confirms every bad opinion Dumbledore had regarding me and Tom.

For the next several months, Tom probably beats the shit out of dormmates who steal his things/harass him. He beats up mine too because feminism (TM) means that he should treat all people equally when guilty of the same crime. I... am not sure I can win that fight so I just resign myself to having to adopt some of Tom’s tactics to make sure I’m not shoved in lockers, have tampons thrown at me, or pig’s blood dumped on me at the prom.

Once again, everyone thinks Tom Riddle and I are dating. I don’t even know if they’re wrong at this point.

Well, being in class with eleven year olds who seem to have had little to no prior education, Tom and I are undoubtedly blazing through class. I imagine I’m bored out of my mind (the Hogwarts curriculum sounds unbelievably boring) and Tom is... well, probably devouring the library but probably also bored. I decide to try and see if I can find some real history texts on this world (there are probably none, the wizarding world seems to only have two historians and both... have a different approach to history than current modern thought as I know it) and discover what magic even is. That shit is fascinating: wingardium leviosa is not.

Dumbledore likely gives neither me nor Tom points in class, I think the house cup is stupid, so I really don’t care. I have no interest in playing quidditch, neither does Tom, so that doesn’t happen.

The second world war starts up, Tom, me, and the muggle borns are the only ones who give a flying fuck. I work harder on figuring out how to get lodging during the Blitz/the bombing of London. Unfortunately, Mrs. Cole hates me too for being the Bride of Satan, so that’s a no go. Third year, 1939, I probably write her in earnest anyway telling her to PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, send Tom and I instructions for the summer/where the orphans are staying/how they’ve been dispersed to the countryside. As a back up plan, I try desperately to shmooze shopkeepers in Hogsmeade during every Hogsmeade weekend to get myself and Tom part time jobs and lodging over the summer. As a back up back up plan, I spend my time badgering Tom to become very good at survivalist wandless magic and if the Lord has pity on me gain some ability in it myself.

Hopefully, either Mrs. Cole or one of the Hogsmeade shop owners take pity on us. If not, then Tom and I are going extreme camping. Given Mrs. Cole (and the brain damage brought on by Dumbledore erasing memories left and right) and the likelihood of Hogsmeade shop owners just not getting it, Tom and I probably go extreme camping.

(Tom, meanwhile, asks Dippet and Dumbledore if we can stay in Hogwarts over the summer. He’s told no exceptions. London’s being bombed, you say? No exceptions. Toodles. Tom is never the same.)

Me, Tom Riddle, a tent we made ourselves, several rabbits we had to catch and skin ourselves, and the pitiful fire that we can keep going through pure will alone because if we try to use real people spells then we’ll get arrested. It has the benefit of making Tom feel very manly and impressive, catching his own food, but both of us are well aware that this sucks.

But hey, we aren’t dead.

Well, I’m sure Tom doesn’t appreciate that and this is where I imagine he seriously starts talking about violent revolution. I imagine much of my time is spent discussing the merits of not violently overthrowing our ant overlords. I imagine a thirteen-year-old Tom isn’t impressed by my pacifism, but he’s not married to Voldemort yet (probably).

Then I imagine the horcrux thing comes up and... Well, I will argue hard against it. Humans die, it is a truth of the universe, and simply something we have to accept. Horcruxes are not a measure against that, they can be destroyed, given infinite time they will be, and the sacrifice they require is too high: human life as well as the very essence of who you are.

What is a soul? I’m not sure, we never really learn in HP canon, but whatever it is, it is in some way the essence of yourself. If you take half of it and throw it somewhere else, you will cease to be you, someone or something else is walking around in your body while the other half of you exists in endless agony.

If you must chase immortality, create a philosopher’s stone (as I darkly wonder why it was that couldn’t be replicated and what Flamel had to do to make it in the first place). On second thought, maybe we should search for the Holy Grail.

Whether I can talk Tom out of this or not is... unclear. I’m going to say that I can, in part because I imagine he’ll want to show the chamber off to me, tell me when he realizes he’s Heir of Slytherin, and in doing so I can prevent the basilisk incident from occurring. Without that, there’s no dead Myrtle, which means no first victim. That summer, when he goes to the Gaunts, I’ll go with him and convince him that it’s not worth it. He can just turn around and leave these people alone, I hopefully can talk him down. Which means no second victim.

I start writing Flamel to see if Tom or I can get an apprenticeship (Dumbledore probably beats us to the chase and poisons him against us, but it’s worth a shot).

Then, should all go well, I can convince Tom to find employment with the goblins rather than shady antique dealers on the bad side of town. Hopefully, I can convince him to never become Voldemort, and instead we travel the world together looking for the origins of magic or something.

Dumbledore goes around taking people’s memories of us in preparation for when Tom becomes a dark lord and I his lady of the night darkness.

TL;DR Apparently my life would become an SI/Tom Riddle fic. So, thanks anon.