#it’s a boarding school romance

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Imagine an AU where Talia runs a boarding school for struggling children—orphans, delinquents, kids who have been through trauma and haven’t recovered, supernatural or human. It’s called Hale House, but the teens who are sent there often call it Hell House.

The Sheriff enrols Stiles, knowing that he has struggled with his mother’s death and his father’s alcoholism, but Stiles thinks his father is sending him away because he’s trouble.

But when he gets there, he meets a guy who’s reclusive and broody. There are whispers about him: the dean’s son, the murderer. Derek Hale.

Stiles doesn’t believe it for a second; if Derek had murdered someone, the Sheriff would have been involved and Stiles would have found out about it one way or another. But there’s something about Derek that draws Stiles to him.

[forsapphics]

Boarding School Friends (1837)

Unknown French student

[shoujo-dump]

Kurosaki-kun no Iinari ni Nante Naranai

[discordiansamba]

I'M SORRY I'VE SAID THIS BEFORE, I THINK, BUT YOUR BRAINNN!!! THESE IDEAS!!!! OUGH!!!! I fucking love seeing the gaang in republic city. I love era alternations. AND ALSO!!! a yue-toph-zuko partnership could be the best thing ever conceived

the Yue, Toph, and Zuko combination is so dangerous. extremely powerful. Toph and Zuko are terrible influences, but like- they also don't even have to try that hard. I imagine that Yue and Toph are roommates so it wasn't that hard to connect her "blind and helpless" roommate to the earthbending half of The Blue Spirit terrorist group. Instead of just reporting her, she sits down and asks Toph why she's doing this, and when she hears the explanation...

...tui and la, that's bad. how can she help?

but also-

zuko: aren't you tired of being nice?

toph: don't you just want to go apeshit?

yue: that does sound quite fun, actually.

[froginamoodboard]

Iced Tea moodboard with being seen/heard themes

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[frogprincesnowglobe]

I can't remember if I've ever posted about this but I really want to see Sara at a Canterwood Crest style boarding school, but the age she is in the show.

Canterwood Crest by Jessica Burkhart is a series about 12--14 year old girls going to *Horse Boarding School*. With *Horse Boarding School Drama* I read these when I was definitely not the target age, lol.

Imagine Sara surrounded by horses every day. The students are all horse crazy. There are horse shows and competitions. The drama is horse related. She'd probably easily slot into a group of girls, especially if Felice is there. Horse boarding school would obviously still have the rules and rigidity that comes with such an expensive lifestyle, and Sara seems into that.

Sara with a cool roommate at horse boarding school? Sara eating a nice Saturday dinner at horse boarding school? Sara riding HORSES at horse hoarding school??

Gimme the drama, gimme the upset, gimme the horses!

(Okay yes, I badly photoshopped this right after writing this post. it's for *Illustration*)

[finelinefae]

sneak peak mood board of my next series that I am OBSESSED with !!!!

[cicenice]

humanverse hetalia being so based and underrated. what if i like the designs and cuteboys but dont want to make content based around imperialist ideals n colonization gone moé...

[out-of-the-forest-i-come]

For some reason I don't understand, I've been craving queer books that take place in boarding schools lately, so here are some books that fit this precise trope.

disclaimer: I haven't read most of these books, which means that I am recommending them solely because of their genre, and not because of any content that might be inside it. Trigger warnings and the likes are up to your own search.

The Chandler Legacies, by Abdi Nazemian / dark academia & contemporary

A Lesson in Vengeance, by Victoria Lee / dark academia & thriller, sapphic rep. this one I read, and it was great

Ace of Spades, by Faridah Àbíké-Íyímíd�� / dark academia & thriller, everyone recommends to check the trigger warnings before reading this one

Fence, by C.S. Pacat, Johanna the Mad & Joana Lafuente / graphic novel/comics & sports, mainly mlm rep with rivals to lovers. a very wholesome series

Wilder Girls, by Rory Power / horror - sapphic rep, I think

Fraternity, by Andy Mientus / dark academia & paranormal - probably mlm rep

Girlhood, by Cat Clarke / mystery - sapphic rep, I think

The Grimrose Girls, by Laura Pohl / dark academia & mystery - sapphic rep again, if I'm not mistaken

If We Were Us, by K.L. Walther / romance

If We Were Villains, by M.L. Rio / dark academia & thriller - I personally loved it more than The Secret History, and it's about theatre gays and murder - mlm rep

My Dearest Darkest, by Kayla Cottingham / horror

People Like Us, by Dana Mele / mystery

The Society for Soulless Girls, by Laura Steven / fantasy - sapphic rep, I think

Tiny Pretty Things, by Sona Charaipotra & Dhonielle Clayton / mystery

We Set the Dark on Fire, by Tehlor Kay Mejia / fantasy

[wondersmile]

something i would have worn in 8th grade/freshman year 🖤 i owned that exact bracelet and i still have the shoes although they’re much dirtier lol

banner text: sfw interaction only please!

[voraciousvore]

Boarding School for Giants (1/25)

Author's Note: I decided to share one of my stories on here. Admittedly, it's not my best work, and I've improved a lot since I wrote it, but it remains one of my most popular (and is a shorter and tamer story). Hope you guys enjoy! :)

------Chapter 1------

I was angry at the world. And I had good reason to be. My dad had left a long time ago, when I was a small child—just walked out one day for cigarettes and never came back. He left behind a gaping hole in my soul that would never be filled. My mother, too, suffered from that same void: She filled it with alcohol, or at least tried to, as much as a bottomless pit can be filled. Occasionally she could pull herself together enough, for my sake, to get a low-paying job to support us and keep us fed. Inevitably, though, she would slip back into old habits, and be consumed by the bottle again. 

I was the poster child for teenage angst. I wore black nail polish and black lipstick and heavy eyeshadow with mascara. I dyed my dark hair with streaks of color and cut it in crazy, edgy styles. I had ear piercings and a nose piercing and even a badass tattoo of the grim reaper with a skull on my upper thigh that I got with a fake ID (don’t tell my mom). As for my clothing, I usually went for a goth or punk aesthetic: lacy black corsets with short skirts and tights, ripped-up skinny jeans, big black boots, messy crop tops with spaghetti straps. Anything black with buckles or spikes was my jam. I liked black because my heart was black. 

My behavior mirrored my outer appearance. I played the role of the bad kid pretty well. I always talked back to my teachers and acted up in class. I smoked weed in the girl’s bathroom during lunch and cigarettes behind the school. My grades weren’t terrible, because I wasn’t a complete moron, but I certainly didn’t try very hard. I snuck out of the house on weekends late at night to attend wild parties, although I refused to drink alcohol because I didn’t want to be like my mother. I made out with bad boys, whom I knew all too well would use me and break my heart and leave me just like my daddy did. 

The relationship I had with my mom, admittedly, wasn’t the best. She worked odd hours, so she wasn’t around much anyways. Sometimes she would bring home men that might stay for a little while, but none of them could replace my dad. She couldn’t handle my unruliness and didn’t know how to discipline me or give me boundaries. We would get into shouting matches with each other a lot, where we yelled past each other more than listening to each other. I knew all her weaknesses, and would intentionally say hurtful things to make her cry. I told her she was a terrible mother and she was the reason Dad left and nobody would ever love her again. I would regret my words later, but the rage and sadness I felt inside me was hard to control. 

Today was the day where the tension finally snapped, and everything came crashing down. I had been having an unusually crummy day, and I was in a bad mood. I flunked my chemistry test—not that I really cared, but it still made me feel stupid. The other girls in my class were teasing me and telling me I was an idiot, and I didn’t like that. I was walking through the hallway to my next class when Billy the Bully, as I called him, spotted me and zeroed in on his prey like a bloodhound. I had spurned his advances once, finding him to be a contemptible wretch, and ever since he had made it his mission to belittle and humiliate me as much as possible. Since I had rejected him, he insisted I was an ugly lesbian. I was not in the mood for his bullshit today. He pushed me hard into a locker, laughed, and strolled off. 

The coals burning inside me ignited. Billy the Bully was going down. I chased after him and punched him hard in the back of the head, knocking him to the ground, and kicked him in the ribs a couple of times for good measure. That’d teach him to mess with me. Unfortunately for me, I hadn’t noticed the principal walking down the hall, who was now gaping at me, appalled. It didn’t matter that Billy always harassed me, and that he had initiated the confrontation. The principal had only seen my violence. Despite fights breaking out all the time in the schoolyard, our school had a “zero tolerance” policy on the books for violent actions. Not to mention, I was sure they were more than happy to find an excuse to get rid of a troublesome rebel like me. I was swiftly expelled. 

Needless to say, when my mom came home from work and learned what happened from the school, she blew up at me. As usual, we yelled past each other until we were both out of breath and red in the face. I stormed out of the house and took a walk to cool down, smoking a cigarette as I went. To be honest, even though I felt justified in what I had done, I regretted putting my mom through more stress.  She was always failing me, but I figured she still loved me and cared about me. I was disappointing her with my bad behavior. I felt like such a failure. 

Reflecting on my actions didn’t change the consequences, however. I had been kicked out of school, and now we would need to transfer me to a new school. I wasn’t sure how to feel, whether I should be nervous or optimistic. Maybe I needed a fresh start. My old school sucked anyways, and was lousy with bullies and haters. I hated school. Why did I have to go in the first place? I couldn’t think of any other high schools that were close by in our area. 

When I returned home, my mom was making phone calls, trying to place me in a new school. Her eyes were red and puffy as she massaged her temple with her fingers. I tiptoed past her, slunk over to my room, and threw myself on my bed. I slapped on a pair of old headphones and blasted some death metal into my ears to drown out my thoughts. Somehow, the sound of wild demonic screaming and electric guitars always helped to calm down the boiling hatred inside me. I started to drift off to sleep. 

“EREN!” my mom screamed my name, startling me awake over the sound of my music. I took off my headphones, irritated. 

“WHAT?!” I shouted back with a disgruntled scowl. 

“Pack your things,” my mother demanded. “None of the schools nearby are willing to take you in, and I can’t deal with you anymore. You’re going to boarding school to learn some discipline.” 

“Boarding school? Are you freaking kidding me right now?” I balked. I was incredulous. Mom was trying to get rid of me. I flipped the script on her and acidly retorted, “Well, fine then! I didn’t want to be around you anymore either!” I rolled over in my bed and refused to look at her, facing the wall instead in defiance. She paused for a moment, as if wanting to say something, then sighed and exited the room, closing the door gently behind her.  

I huffed and sulked for a while. Boarding school. Unbelievable. Scoffing to myself, I began to gather up my things, tossing clothes, school supplies, and some other miscellaneous articles carelessly into my backpack and a duffel bag. I didn’t have a whole lot to bring. We were poor, so it’s not like I had a ton of luxury items in my possession to pack. I prepared for bed and flopped down on my mattress, deep in thought. I wondered what boarding school was like. Maybe it would be better to get away from it all, to be far away from everything that was tormenting me. My mom wouldn’t be around to hassle me at least. How bad could it be? 

The next morning, I dragged myself out of bed and threw on some clean clothes. I hadn’t slept well, since I had been haunted by my nagging thoughts most of the night. I ate a bowl of cereal and drank some orange juice for breakfast, then decided I ought to at least make myself look nice if it was going to be my first day at a new school. I hauled myself to the bathroom and washed, did my make-up, brushed my teeth, and styled my hair with some hair gel. Much better. 

I grabbed my bags and placed them in the trunk of our beater of a car. Rather than sit in the front seat alongside my mother, I opted to sit in the back instead, sprawling my legs out along the back seat. My mom pursed her lips in disapproval but didn’t say anything. She hopped into the front seat, and after a couple of tries the starter kicked in and the old car coughed to life. The car crawled out of the driveway and stumbled off, leaving a nasty brown puff of smog in its wake. 

We drove for a while in silence. I played on my phone and occasionally looked out the window at the bland scenery passing by. We lived in a rural area, surrounded by farmland, so there wasn’t much to see other than fields of corn and wheat, grain silos and barns, and fenced-off land for cows or horses. It was a serene and pastoral paradise, but I had lived with these things my whole life so I wasn’t very impressed. The density of the buildings gradually increased as we entered more populated areas. 

After a couple of hours, I started to get restless. “Where are we going? How far away is this place?” I questioned, finally breaking the silence. 

“About that...” my mother said. She trailed off and failed to finish her sentence, as if she were afraid to tell me. 

“Well?” I asked, a note of irritation in my voice. 

She sighed. “I guess it’s better if I tell you now, so you don’t freak out when we get there. We’re almost at the drop-off point anyways.” 

“Freak out?” I was becoming increasingly baffled. “Why would I freak out? What’s going on here?” I raised my voice as I spoke. 

“This isn’t an ordinary boarding school.” She paused dramatically, letting the words sink in. “I needed to find a place we could afford, and a place that could handle your misbehaving and keep you in check. This school is planning to become an integration school, and they’re looking for students like you to join, so they offered me a substantial subsidy to sign you up.” 

“Students... like me?” I was lost. “Why would they want a troublemaker like me? What do you mean by an ‘integration school?’ What is that?” 

Before she could answer, our car was engulfed in shadow. I peered out the window and my jaw dropped to the floor. We were driving toward a massive wall, constructed of great stone bricks of an impossible size. The wall must have been hundreds of feet tall, and blocked out the sun as we approached. The surrounding buildings and trees looked like little models and toys by comparison. We pulled up to the wall and parked in a vacant lot. My mom, rather than explaining what was going on, got out of the car and removed my bags from the trunk. I stayed in my seat, refusing to budge. I was very confused, and even a little intimidated. 

My mother opened the passenger door and looked at me expectantly. “Come on. Get out.” I just stared back at her. Nothing had been explained. I didn’t want to go. I was getting an uneasy, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. 

She crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently. Realizing I wasn’t going to win this fight, I begrudgingly got out of the car and followed her to a normal-sized door that was embedded in the enormous wall. She opened the door and we walked into a short, gloomy passageway that tunneled through the thick wall to the other side. As we walked through the darkness, I cleared my throat and tried one last time to finesse some information out of her. 

“Mom... please. Tell me what this is,” I pleaded. I couldn’t stop my voice from cracking slightly. Genuine fear was starting to trickle into my chest. The whole situation was very strange and surreal. 

We reached the door at the end of the tunnel. Sunlight bled through the cracks around the door, framing it with bright light in the musty darkness. My mom placed her hand on the door handle and exhaled slowly. She gazed over at me sadly. Her face was pinched up, as if she were trying to hold back strong emotions. 

“On the other side of this huge wall... is the giant side of town. You’re going to a boarding school for giants.” 

2nd Chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/voraciousvore/731600807530823680/boarding-school-for-giants-225?source=share

Table of Contents:

Ch. 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25

Writing Masterpost

[weiryo]

Not A Chance (Teaser)

Complete opposites and now complete strangers in the same school, two boys who were once best friends from different walks of life meet again after years of cutting each other out of their lives. Tensions run high and the two only want to make it through the year, but there seems to be no chance for Santiago and Matthew to get along after all they've been through. When grudges are still held and communication is the key still hidden under the potted plant, avoiding each other becomes a new task they must fulfill to have any chance of surviving their sophomore year at the Upper Lake Academy boarding school.

[harmoniouseclipse]

For those wondering what happened after my Arlejean rant from like last year. Mental illness took over. I am cooking.

[shoujo-dump]

Kurosaki-kun no Iinari ni Nante Naranai

[masked-alien-lesbian]

HLAW Day 3: AU

Build-A-Bear Date

Pairing: Hana Lee x Raelyn (nonbinary OC)

AU Summary: A boarding school student Hana Lee x public school child of the staff Raelyn. A rich girl Hana x poor kid Raelyn story. Being from a rich family, Hana isn't really suppose to become friends with a "staffie" a kid of a staff member. All staff members and their families can live on campus but the kids have to attend a local public school and is discouraged to interact with the boarding school students. Will that stop a friendship from forming between Hana and Raelyn? Or will something else form between the 2 teenagers?

Hana stops at the sight of the brightly colored yellow and red store, the entrance flanked by plastic teddy bears.

"Uh, Rae? Are you sure this is right? I think this store is only for children." Hana asks nervously, Raelyn grins excitedly.

"Nah, Build-A-Bear is for all ages. No one is too old for a stuffed friend. Do you trust me?" Raelyn asks holding a hand out to Hana prompting a memory of the first day they met.

"Hah, what an embarrassment! The social climber actually thinks she can sit with us?" A beautiful but snobby blonde says snidely, causing her lackeys to giggle mean laughs. Tears welled up in Hana's eyes and she crys out when a smirking redhead knocks her textbooks out of her hands, causing her papers to scatter all over the floor.

Mercifully the bullies walked off as Hana tearfully bends down to pick up her papers. Suddenly ripped jeans and scuffed up converses appeared next to her and the owner of the outfit, that was in violation of the school's dress code, bends down to join Hana and help her gather her papers.

"Don't pay them girls any mind, their parents obviously don't love them so they take it out on you. I'm Raelyn." Hana gape at the kind eyes of her helper that's handing her papers back to her, smiling warmly.

"I-I'm Hana. T-thank you." Hana shyly says. Raelyn seems to light up even more and they offer their hand to Hana who takes it.

Ever since then Hana's life has never been the same.

Hana smiles and takes Raelyn's hand, "of course I trust you." Raelyn grins and leads Hana into the brightly colored whimsical store.

"I remember you said your parents wouldn't let you have a toy growing up, now is your chance to make yourself a friend!" Raelyn fans out their hand towards the wall of stuff animal options.

"Aren't you my friend?" Hana asks playfully.

"Of course! But this friend is allowed in your dorms at night. This one you can hug and squeeze when I'm not around."

Hana blushes and look away at the wall, her eyes sweeping across all the options.

"I'm not sure where to start."

"It's okay! Take your time. Pick the one that speaks the loudest to you, the one that grabs your attention the most." Raelyn says.

Looking across the options, Hana's eyes keep coming back to a frog.

"Maybe that one?" Hana asks pointing to the frog on the wall. Raelyn smiles and pulls an unstuffed frog plushie out of the bin.

"This one look cute enough for you?" Raelyn asks waving the froggie's face towards Hana. Hana bites her lip at how cute Raelyn looks peering back at her and nods before her brow furrows.

"Yes but...it's a little...limp?" Hana says unsure, Raelyn grins.

"Right this minute yeah, but now we stuff him or her or them." Raelyn says, leading Hana to a machine with a worker standing there smiling.

"Ready?" The worker asks and at Raelyn nod, takes the frog, fixes the hole in the back of the frog to a pipe sticking out of the strange machine, and with a press of a pedal begins to fill the frog up with stuffing. Suddenly the worker stops.

"Now if you one of you could pick a heart out and give it a kiss, I can finish stuffing your friend."

Raelyn points at a basket of little fabric hearts attached to the side of the machine and Hana reaches in and grabs one. Hana kisses the heart and hands it to Raelyn. Raelyn kisses the heart on the same side of Hana's kiss,looking straight into her eyes. Hana's gasp is lost in the sound of the worker finishing the stuffing process.

Soon the frog is stuffed and sewn up and in Hana's arms. Raelyn leads Hana to the wall and racks of little clothes, hats and shoes.

"Oh wow! We can dress him up?" Hana asks excitedly. Raelyn nods.

"You bet! Whatever outfit you want."

Eventually the two decide on cute little overalls and after printing off his birth certificate, they head to the cash register.

"Wait, you don't want to make one for yourself?" Hana asks.

"Nah, my other stuffed buddies would get jealous." Leaving out that they couldn't afford to buy Hana's and a second one, but Raelyn didn't mind. They were just happy to be able to give Hana this experience.

Later as they were walking through the mall, Hana sighs heavily.

"My parents won't let me keep him though." Hana says sadly.

"Then he can stay with me when you go home on break."

"Really? You don't mind?" Hana asks hopefully.

"Of course not! Besides he's kinda my son too, right?" Raelyn says a blush darkening their cheeks, Hana blushes too and nods, nervously giggling, before shyly grasping one of Raelyn's hands. Raelyn twines their fingers together and both teenagers' hearts fluttered in their chest.

Hours later after eating supper at a food truck, another first for Hana, Raelyn takes Hana back to her dorms. They're lightly swinging their joined hands when they come to a stop at the side of Hana's dorms. Neither are in a rush to let go though.

"I had fun today, Raelyn."

"Really? You're not just being nice are you?" Raelyn asks bashful. Hana giggles.

"Of course not! I really had fun today! I always have fun when I'm with you. You're always showing me new things but you never make fun of me or think less of me because I'm inexperienced at them." Hana says.

"I'm glad you had a good day. Next time we'll go to the arcade!" Hana giggles.

"I'm sure it'll be fun too, whatever that is." The two stand there smiling at each other for a moment before Raelyn breaks the silence.

"Hana?" Their voice cracks in nervousness. "Uh, can I...maybe kiss you?" Hana's lips part in surprise but she eagerly nods. Raelyn slowly leans toward Hana, giving her time to change her mind but Hana tilts her head and meets Raelyn's lips with her own.

They're both still for a moment, unsure and inexperienced but slowly they begin to shift. Noses bump but then they find their rhythm and the kiss is sweet and perfect. Perfect for a first kiss. They pull back, matching blushing cheeks and excited smiles.

"I'll uh let you go before you're late for curfew, but that was amazing." Raelyn says looking at Hana hopefully. Hana nods her eyes shining like stars.

"Yes! That was...that was everything." Hana says breathlessly. Hana walks to the door of the building and looks back at Raelyn.

"Sweet dreams Rae." Hana says warmly to the still blushing teen.

"Good night Hana."

Hana walks into her room and pulls out Jaime the frog. She looks at him for a second before squealing giddy and hugging him tight. Not knowing that across the campus, Raelyn was just as giddy dancing a little happy jig around a light pole on their back to their own room.

@hanaleeappreciationweek

@sazanes

@lizzybeth1986

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