#mostly cause the day was mostly at school

[itapaenitet]

1.) Tay <3

2.) January 12

3.) not super long :/

4.) IT by Stephen King

5.) my nose, forehead, and side profile

6.) Colby Brock, rudy Pańków, Adam Sandler, Heath Ledger, Joseph Gordon-Levitt

7.) Billie Eilish, Zooey Deschanel, Zendaya, Megan Fox, Sabrina Carpenter

8.) Lawyer

9.) My History education

10.) I lost my virginity in a high school football field bathroom. I regret it to this day.

11.) highs: Christmas, NYC trip, New years. lows: seasonal depression

12.) Ireland, England, Italy

13.) journaling, crying

14.) instagram, pinterest, imessage

15.) Does not want your pity.

16.) My sense of humor, my hair

17.) making people laugh, History

18.) science, math

19.) I have told several people I don't smoke, when in reality I have a cart that I hit every once and a while to help me sleep.

20.) George Washingtons dentures were made from a combination of slave and deceased-people teeth, not wood or ivory tusks.

21.) my two best friends and my mom

22.) my Tiffany ring

23.) my 3 year friendship with one of my best friends

24.) I'm still under 18 <3

25.) I play soccer but I don't often enjoy it

26.) a little sleepy but still good

27.) a little of both, but mostly a night owl

28.) no!

29.) "'cause anyone who ever had a brain wouldn't stand out in the rain, or keep it up for very long, just to prove somebody wrong" -The Blonde by TV Girl

30.) prioritizing my wellbeing without becoming selfish or robbing someone else of their feelings

31.) Billie Eilish, Tyler Childers, TV Girl

32.) People yelling for no reason, thinking I'm in trouble when I'm not.

33.) Being interrupted

34.) Pets, thinking about previous pet deaths

35.) either very smart or a complete idiot. no in-between

36.) n/a <3

Question Game

Are we tired of these yet?

What is your nickname?

When is your birthday?

What was your longest relationship?

What is your favorite book?

What is something you're insecure about?

5 Male celebrity crushes

5 Female celebrity crushes

What is your dream job?

What do you consider your biggest accomplishment?

What is a fact about you that nobody would believe?

What were your highs and lows for this last month?

Where is somewhere you'd like to visit?

How do you de-stress?

What are your favorite apps besides tumblr?

Describe yourself in one sentence.

What do you think makes you attractive?

What is something you're really good at?

What is something you're really bad at?

A time that you told a lie.

What's a totally random and useless fact that you know?

Who knows you the best?

What is your most prized possession?

What is your longest friendship?

When did you first feel like an adult?

Do you/ Have you played any sports?

How are you feeling right now?

Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Favorite song lyrics right now?

What does self care look like for you?

Describe yourself with 3 singers.

What makes you nervous?

What’s a pet peeve you have?

What will always make you cry?

What kind of first impression do you think you make on people?

Free Pass! (Ask any question you want that's not on the list)

[weemssapphic]

my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

Larissa Weems x reader

Words: ~2.8k | ao3 link in title

"All of your thoughts quieted at once, your eyes fluttering shut as you allowed yourself to fall, and allowed Larissa to catch you."

Just a little New Year's Eve oneshot to pour my melancholy into. Hurt/comfort and Larissa fluff. Maybe a new year's kiss ;) and so much yearning.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Rarely were Nevermore’s haunting halls as still and deserted as on New Year’s Eve. With a majority of the students and staff still away on Christmas holiday, celebrating with family and friends, the usual raucous din of the school was reduced to an almost eerie silence, in which one could hear a pin drop against the worn stone floors. 

The period between Christmas and the new year seemed to be an entire year in and of itself, the days stretched and distorted, every feeling amplified, filling out the empty space in your small teacher’s quarters until they felt fit to burst. The subtle cheer of Christmas was quickly replaced by a kind of all-encompassing melancholy that seemed to seep into your bones and between your joints, the weight of your loneliness magnified by the knowledge that another year had slipped by without your notice, and the pressure that the coming year should somehow be different, simply by virtue of being new.

You hadn’t been home for the holidays in two years, choosing the solitude of Nevermore’s familiarity over the feeling of being a stranger within your own family. You were one of the few who stayed behind at Nevermore - and the others who stayed were mostly those whose families lived in Vermont anyway, so while they were great company for an afternoon coffee or a quick passing chat, they spent the actual holidays outside of the bounds of the school, leaving you in solitude.

The only other person who didn’t seem to leave the school during those days was Larissa. Larissa, who was tight-lipped as ever about her familial situation; Larissa, who seemed ever cheerful in passing, wishing a ‘Happy Christmas’ and offering a bright smile, then shutting herself in her office for long periods of time, never giving anyone a glimpse behind the curtain, behind the carefully curated public persona she’d crafted for herself. Never letting you in enough to know her. Larissa, who seemed warm and personal - close, even - and yet the closer you got, the more you realized how far away she really was. Indeed, you’d been working for her for several years now - you even considered yourself a professional confidant of Larissa’s - yet you knew next to nothing about her personal life.

Enigmatic Larissa.

You knew she was empathetic. You knew she was kind and caring. That she was fiercely protective of her staff and endlessly supportive of her students. You knew she took pride in her position as principal of Nevermore, the position that cemented her in outcast history and within the community of Jericho. You knew that she was devastatingly beautiful - and that that beauty shone through most of all in the way she raised an eyebrow when listening intently, in the crow’s feet that deepened when she laughed, in the way an invisible string seemed to pull her shoulders back, making her stand tall and proud.

You also knew you liked her. Very much.

Thinking about Larissa amplified your loneliness during those somber days that caused one year to bleed into the next. Your ‘crush’, if you could call it that, was usually easy enough to ignore, but something about knowing that it was only your ghost and Larissa’s wandering Nevermore’s barren halls, sweeping past each other yet never making contact, made the yearning unbearable.

Around 10 pm, your little bedroom had reached a new level of stifling - and so, with a bottle of champagne in hand, you slipped out of your quarters and padded through the dark halls, feeling your way along the cool stone of the walls until you reached a door to a narrow, winding staircase that took you straight up to the roof. From there, you could see over half of Jericho, the glittering orange lights of dozens of small houses filled with holiday cheer, the residents and their loved ones celebrating the turn of a new year.

The cold nipped at your nose and seeped through the sleeves of your coat, and you carefully popped open the champagne and took a long swig, crawling onto a flat part of the roof and drawing your knees up to your chest for warmth as you stared vacantly at the dense forest stretching out beyond Nevermore.

“Aren’t you cold up here?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin, fumbling with the bottle in your hand and spilling a bit of champagne down your chin mid-sip - you’d been so lost in thought that you hadn’t heard the tell-tale click of Larissa’s kitten heels as she made her way over to where you were sitting.

Larissa stood before you, a long, cream colored woolen coat pulled tight around her waist, her makeup pristine and a bit of silvery hair peeking out from beneath the pastel scarf protecting her curls from the wind. One gloved hand clutched the collar of her coat while her other hand was wrapped around the neck of a full bottle of champagne. Perfectly plucked eyebrows raised over twinkling sapphire eyes that tracked the trail of champagne dribbling down your chin and onto your chest. A blush darkened your cheeks and you hastily wiped your face with your sleeve.

“I’m sorry for startling you,” Larissa said gently, the corners of her lips curling up into an amused smile. You waved your hand in front of your face. 

“Not at all…” You hesitated. Then, “Would you like to sit?”

It was Larissa’s turn to hesitate. Her gaze darted between you and the empty space beside you. With a terse nod she perched herself beside you, looking far too regal and polished to be dirtying her coat on the slated roof.

“How did you find me up here?”

Larissa remained silent, and the silence seemed to stretch onward into eternity - so much so that you began to wonder if she’d gone deaf and hadn’t heard you at all. Or if she was being purposely obtuse. You startled again when she finally spoke, having already resigned yourself to not getting a response.

“I stopped by your quarters but you didn’t answer the door - I wondered where you’d gone off to.”

Her answer surprised you - you didn’t think she’d be thinking about you, let alone that she’d go looking for you.

“You went looking for me?”

“You left the door to the staircase ajar, darling.”

You blushed again - it was something you did quite often in Larissa’s presence. Her words seemed to have that effect on you - and her gratuitous use of pet names was no help in that regard. “Sorry… I guess my head isn’t all there today…” Her proximity seemed to rob you of your last brain cell, you thought - you kept that thought to yourself.

Larissa nodded as if in understanding, and your eyes dropped to the bottle in her hand, still corked. Larissa’s gaze followed your own, and it was her turn to blush.

“I thought we could toast to the new year,” she conceded, fingers picking at the bottle’s label, which was already curling at the edges. She noticed this and tried, in vain, to smooth them down.

With a grin, you held out your own bottle - already open, and already half empty. Larissa looked amused, one eyebrow shooting up her forehead, and you thought she might turn down the offer in lieu of a proper glass - you were pleasantly surprised when she set down her own bottle, accepting yours and bringing it to her lips. Your mouth went dry as you watched her throat bob and you had to look away to calm your racing heart when she licked a stray drop of champagne off of her upper lip.

There was a faint print of red lipstick on the rim of the bottle and, when Larissa handed it back to you and you took your next sip, you secretly made sure to align your own lips perfectly with the mark.

Another period of silence settled over the both of you like the thick layer of snow that blanketed Nevermore’s grounds. It felt heavy but not entirely uncomfortable - Larissa’s presence felt warm and safe, penetrating your bones and taking away some of the gloom that you’d been dragging around with you. You passed the bottle back and forth until it was nearly empty, the minutes ticking by, hitting 11:00, then 11:15, 11:30… 

You handed Larissa the bottle, your fingers stiff as you uncurled them from around the bottleneck - it seemed that even Larissa’s presence couldn’t keep the chill out entirely, and you squished your hands between your thighs in a fruitless attempt to warm them. Larissa caught the action, briefly frozen in place as an internal debate seemed to unfurl within her - and then placed the now empty bottle at her feet, wordlessly tugging off her gloves and holding them towards you.

“Oh, no, it’s okay, I promise I’m not that cold,” you insisted, and Larissa tutted and nudged the gloves towards you once again.

“Take them. Please.”

Reluctantly, you pulled the gloves over your hands - they were just a size too big, but the heat they’d retained from Larissa’s own hands did help, caressing your icy palms. “Thank you…” You offered Larissa a grateful smile, and her own lips stretched wide, deepening her smile lines and crow's feet and bringing a radiant light to her eyes. “Larissa?”

“Hmm?”

“You don’t have to sit here with me, you know. I won’t jump or anything.”

Larissa’s smile fell the tiniest bit, her forehead creased. “That’s… that’s not why I’m here. If you’d like me to leave, however-”

“No!” Your reply came so fast that Larissa seemed to start, her shoulders stiffening. Her eyes widened as she looked at you, but she remained rooted to the spot. “I’m… happy to have you here. I just mean… you’re probably cold, and I’m probably not the best company. I don’t get why you’re wasting your time up here with me, freezing your gorgeous ass off… Why haven’t you gone home to your family like everyone else?”

The words came out of your mouth before you realized how insensitive they might be, and Larissa’s silence was indicative of the pain they may have inflicted on her. She wrung her hands in her lap, her gaze falling to her own knees - you’d never seen her appear so unsure of herself, and you’d never regretted opening your mouth more than in that moment.

“Fuck…” You rubbed your face with the palms of Larissa’s gloves, the material soft and cool against your skin. The fragile peace that had enveloped you was crumbling before your eyes. “I’m sorry, we don’t even know each other like that… Can we please forget I said anything?”

“Nevermore is my home,” Larissa admitted in a hushed, wistful tone. “I’m not particularly close with my family, to be quite honest.”

You frowned - perhaps Larissa was just as lonely as you were. The thought made your stomach clench. “Neither am I,” you replied with a chuckle. The sound, though bitter, drew a chuckle out of Larissa as well.

“You don’t leave Nevermore during the holidays, either,” Larissa said. It was a statement of fact - of course she’d noticed your presence in the school over the past few Christmasses. You shook your head. 

“Nah,” you confirmed. “It’s a bit lonely, I guess, but being surrounded by people who don’t understand you is even lonelier, you know?”

Larissa let out a breath. “Oh, I know…”

“So we’ve both been spending our holidays alone in our quarters, then?”

A blonde eyebrow raised, a silver-haired head tilted. “It does seem that way, doesn’t it?”

You stretched out, your muscles tight from sitting in the same position for what felt like ages, your limbs freezing. Tugging your phone out of your pocket, you tapped the screen with your thumb to check the time.

11:59

“It’s almost midnight.” You tilted your phone towards Larissa, who leaned over you to get a better look at the screen. Her perfume filled your nostrils - white florals, musk - heavy and clean. It felt like coming home, cozy and familiar. It made you dizzy. 

Larissa leant back again, her face now inches away from your own. “It’s almost midnight,” she echoed with a small smile, and you thought you saw her gaze flick briefly to your lips. Perhaps you were finally going crazy. In the distance, explosions sounded and the sky above Jericho lit up with fireworks, pulling your attention away from Larissa. You glanced back down at your phone.

00:00

You nodded at the screen, a wry grin spreading across your face, before shoving your phone back into your pocket. “Another year without a new year’s kiss,” you said with a self-deprecating snort. “There’s always next year, I guess…”

Larissa was quiet, staring at you, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“Larissa?” you whispered, her name dying in your throat. You weren’t sure you’d spoken at all, the ringing in your ears drowning out even the fireworks in the background.

You felt her cold palms against your cheeks before you’d even registered that she was leaning towards you, her hot breath ghosting over your face a millisecond before velvet lips sealed the distance between the two of you.

All of your thoughts quieted at once, your eyes fluttering shut as you allowed yourself to fall, and allowed Larissa to catch you. It was a safe landing, soft and warm, cushioned by pillowy, inviting lips and strong, gentle hands. Your heart soared and your own hands shot out, seeking Larissa’s waist, grounding yourself against her.

“Happy New Year,” you breathed against Larissa’s lips, opening your eyes and going slightly cross-eyed as you tried to meet her gaze. You felt her lips stretch into a smile, felt more than heard her whisper, “Happy New Year, my dear.” You smiled into the kiss and closed your eyes again - your teeth clashed against hers, and she breathed out a laugh against your mouth as one of her hands slid to the nape of your neck, fingers curling into your hair, and the other hand trailed down until it met the collar of your coat, where it tugged you closer.

Larissa’s waist felt heavenly beneath your palms, as if they were made to rest there, and her nails scratching gently at your scalp sent a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the outside temperature. Her tongue flicked at your bottom lip, accompanied by a breathy sigh, and you parted your lips and allowed her to lick into your mouth - she tasted of champagne and lipstick, and she was both languorous and playful in her explorations of your mouth.

When she pulled away to catch her breath, she rested her forehead against your own, her lips brushing against the corner of your mouth. “Was that alright?” she whispered, her breath caressing your face and causing you to shudder visibly. 

“Yes. God, yes.” Through your veins flowed a sense of inebriation that was completely independent of how much you’d drunk, that had everything to do with how intoxicating Larissa’s lips felt against yours - and, moreover, how euphoric Larissa’s affection made you feel.

Larissa’s state of mind seemed to match yours - her smile bordered on giddy, and she seemed reluctant to separate from you.

“I think you mentioned wanting to toast to the new year?” you mumbled with a smile, nodding to the full bottle of champagne Larissa had brought with her that stood forgotten at her feet. Larissa reached for it, tearing off the foil and wire and holding out the bottle as she popped the cork - champagne spewed out over Nevermore’s roof, foamy, bubbly liquid running down the bottleneck and all over Larissa’s hands and wetting her coat. Her eyes widened, met your own equally shocked gaze - then the two of you started to laugh. 

Larissa raised the bottle to her mouth and ran her tongue along its side, licking up the spilled champagne, then offered you the bottle. She looked at you fondly and the pale moonlight illuminated her face from the side, and you noticed just how badly her lipstick had smudged in the process of kissing you. 

“You have something…” You swiped your thumb across her chin to remove the excess of lipstick, giggling when you realized that it had stained her skin.

“So do you,” she teased, mirroring your action, tracing her thumb along the outline of your lips.

“You’re beautiful, Larissa,” you whispered, coaxing a radiant blush to her cheeks that was visible even in the dark of night. She ducked her head to hide it, scooting closer and resting her cheek on your shoulder. You might like to sit like that forever, you thought to yourself as you wound your arm around Larissa’s waist and held her close, feeling her torso move with every breath. Maybe New Year’s Eve wasn’t so bad after all - with the right company.

[rosysins]

OOC.

Happy Valentines Day ~ I hope all of you had a great day today! <3 I hope everyone got lots of chocolates and flowers today!

[emomomortal]

more is coming, don't worry :D

[puppppppppy]

if escape rooms as team building exercises became popular im not sure if id be more excited or terrified

[supercantaloupe]

what’s a fun fact about you that people may not guess

i am not anyone's idea of athletic. however since my social circle is like 90% other honors student orchestra losers, i technically qualify as a jock given that i have six years of experience playing field hockey

[chrisbangs]

hello... (and bye ig 👋)

[roaringroa]

they should make a life where you don't have appointments, work, school and scheduled events every single day for months on end

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

i'm giving guadalajara too much shit but los pueblos negros (the black villages) are genuinely really freaking cool

also! my first experience with them was through an andrea compton video, cause she is from one of these villages!!! for those who don't know her, andrea compton is one of the most belovedests spanish youtubers, one of the ogs as well and i love her very much. anyways, she lived here until high school, where she went to live with her father in my hometown lol, in suburban madrid. so. pretty big change. i unfortunately cannot find her video, she might have just deleted it at this point - i watched it at least 10 years ago - but i found what her village is if you want to look it up, it's called roblelacasa, and as of 2016 it has 22 inhabitants. i remember she told in the video that she had to go to another village to go to school, and that in said school there were 6 kids in total, of course with different ages all together in the classroom.

[i-am-distressed]

Proof that Kyoto has the potential to be as chaotic as i claim them to be:

...And by potential I mean they themselves are already quite chaotic

[shima-draws]

Just got back from my friend’s wedding :’) I think it says a lot that I was the only high school friend that showed up

[reminderstodothings]

hello, its time once more, to brush your teeth please and thank you very much

[medicinemane]

Can I just for a minute complain as someone dyslexic about how when I was young everyone would always be like "well look up the spelling in the dictionary"?

Just now, I go to type a word and I spell it something like "erevicobly", which is obviously wrong, but... no idea

Well, I throw it in the search engine* and find out it's irrevocably (didn't spell it right there either, but got it close enough spellcheck could fix it)

Now you might notice something here, which is if I'd looked it up in the dictionary, I wouldn't have found it, no matter how long and hard I searched, because I'd be looking under "er" not "ir"

So do you see why that advice made me mad as hell as a kid, and I stand by my feelings today?

*literally one of the few ways search engines are a blessing is being a really great way to find spellings

[littlebigplanet]

two more weeks of work,,,,,,,,

[thesinglesock]

I'm curious about this in general but also about how much this is a cultural thing or not, so if you vote please reblog with your answer and where you're from in the tags

[designernishiki]

im at the haruka + akiyama duo section of 5 now and i love it <3 both for the uncle/niece sort of dynamic they have and because i fucking love me a murder mystery baby