#sbg webcomic

[schoolbusgraveyard]

Also, for the most recent free episode, do you ever think about the way that Ashlyn rushes and attacks the phantom after Tyler started screaming. The way that, before, they looked "for hours" around the area that he might have fallen. But the second she could hear him, she was there. The way that Aiden hollers and asks where she is, and then sees her, it also implies that she just ran off without a damn word as to where she was going once she heard him yell.

The way that none of them have any idea as to what's going on, Aiden asking her "what's wrong?", it makes me think that they were a decent bit away--far enough that the others wouldn't hear him scream, but she still could.

This whole part makes me just want to yell and scream and cry. But also, going back to something Tyler says in a very early episode/in season 1:

... Yeah, I guess that is what you'll do, Tyler.

[sociallyawkwardseal]

Prompt: Fictober: "I don't think they will accept this."

Fandom: School Bus Graveyard

Summary: The kids are all going over homework. Tyler has some comments on Ashlyn's handwriting.

Content Warnings: None that I could think of!

Words: 302

Tyler’s eyes looked over the paper at the breakfast table; first, his eyes went over the printed questions from Mr. Walter—they were the same as the other papers that everyone had—then, his eyes went over the scribbled handwriting underneath.

To him, it was all nearly impossible to read.

“So.” He said, flipping the paper over to look at the back of it. “This is your paper…”

“Yeah, what about it?” Ashlyn raised an eyebrow, the bags under her eyes even more noticeable from the morning sunlight that streamed in from the window. “Me, Aiden, and Ben all did the homework this time, if you didn’t and you want to copy off of one of us, then you can.” That’s what we always do, at this point. She tacked on silently. If one of us doesn’t get a chance to do the homework, the others just… Copy and re-word stuff.

“No, Taylor and I did ours.” He shook his head, sliding the paper across the table and towards her. “Your handwriting, though. It’s pretty bad.”

Ashlyn could feel her brow twitch just a bit at the comment. Of course it was bad. Her hands hurt. Her head hurt. She could barely see straight from exhaustion. “Okay, and? You said that about it before. You don't have to say it again.”

“I don’t know if they will accept this, though. It's worse than usual.”

“Hey, my handwriting’s ass, too. Way worse than Ash’s unless I really focus on what I'm writing.” Aiden said, pulling his paper from his backpack. “I bet yours is just as bad.”

“Ben’s got the neatest handwriting out of all of us, I think?” Taylor said, a small smile pulling on her lips. She nudged her brother. “Really. Your handwriting isn’t that neat, either, Ty…”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever…”

[urb0]

Anatomy study

Used #ashlynbanner from SBG as a reference

[boospook2]

RUN MY GUY RUN ‼️

[lanterns-and-daydreams]

We, as a community, do not talk enough about how Tyler and Taylor match clothes.

[luzisahomosexual]

It’s a good day to be a WEBTOON reader🫡

[xixovart]

the return of the twitteroonies

part one!! part two??

[traffic-duck]

Talking to @ducky-the-mucky and this is the convo we had

Beware Party Rocker Anthem by LMAFO is full of lies. No one has a good time.

[loganfields1supporter]

There's a reason people who read School Bus Graveyard won't shut up about it, it's because it's a really fucking good webcomic go read it please it's on webtoon.

Also if you love stranger things you'll love School Bus Graveyard. It's basically that but without the 80s setting.

[night-wrighter]

SEE‼️

⚠️Not mine!! ⚠️I just can find the og post 🥲

[schoolbusgraveyard]

Last set of simple edits with my flags (transgender, non-binary, bisexual).

Like I said on the other post, if you have any requests for SBG characters+flags, go ahead and hit me! ^^ You can even say what (official) image you want edited.

[sociallyawkwardseal]

Prompt: Fictober: "If you don't stop now--"

Fandom: School Bus Graveyard

Summary: None of the kids can sleep. Based partially off of this image.

Content Warnings: None that I can think of!

Words: 963

“Morning,” Ashlyn said as she shuffled across the kitchen floor, taking a seat on one of the bar stools at the counter. “You guys are up late…”

“We couldn’t sleep,” Logan said, offering a sleepy half-smile as he whisked the bowl. “You couldn’t, either, could you…?”

“Nope.”

“Pretty sure Ty’s awake, too.” Taylor added, stretching her arms above her head. “Our music wasn’t keeping you awake, was it? We tried to keep it pretty quiet, I know you don’t usually sleep with your earplugs in since it’s pretty uncomfy.”

“You’re fine. You guys already have coffee made?” Ashlyn drew a hand closer to her ear, shifting one of the plugs as she watched the coffee pot spit steam out and gurgle.

“Aiden texted and asked us to make some. Guess he knew you were awake? Ty and I don’t really drink it all that much, and Ben didn’t want any, so.”

“Right…” Ashlyn glanced back over her shoulder as Ben tapped the bottom of an empty mug against it—she gingerly took its handle in her fingers and nodded, offering a quiet ‘thanks’ as he turned to go back to the stove. She reached out, taking the coffee pot from its perch and poured herself a cup. “Where is he right now?”

“He went to wash his face off, he should be back in a second. He was still pretty tired, but he said he couldn’t sleep, too.” Logan said. “Do you want pancakes, by the way…?”

“I’m good, but thanks. I don’t really have the biggest appetite right now.”

Taylor reached over to grab her phone from the other side of the counter and opened it—it took her a second, but she quickly lowered the volume of the music playing to the point where it was probably just barely audible to herself and Logan, but still pretty clear to Ashlyn. “‘kay, it is pretty early. Or. Late, I guess, if none of us slept.”

“Yeah…”

“I didn’t expect everyone to be awake.” Tyler, closing the door quietly behind him, grumbled as he stepped into the kitchen. “Aiden, too, I’m guessing?”

“Wouldn’t be everyone without him.” Ashlyn said, glancing back at him. “Are we just trying for an all-nighter again?”

“That’s gonna feel like shit.”

“Sure is, but it’s… What, five in the morning? Your alarms go off in an hour. Mine go off in two.”

“It’s actually about five-twenty.” Aiden beamed, slipping in through the door. “Did you just lay in bed for a few minutes trying to figure out what to do?”

“Kind of. I heard Logan, Taylor, and the music and debated coming in here for a few minutes.”

“Sounds like it was more like twenty minutes.” Tyler quipped lightly, sitting next to her.

“Sounds like you need to cut it out.”

“Can someone hand me the box of mix?” Logan interrupted, glancing behind his shoulder—Aiden was the only one still on his feet and not at the stove. “Or, well. More like just a cup of it. I’m going to make more than just one batch of pancakes since we’re all awake, even if you don’t want some now, it’ll still be good later…”

“Mm?” Aiden leaned down and opened the cabinet, pulling the box out. “Oh, shit, it’s feeling a little light. You sure we’ve got enough for the day?”

“Yeah, there’s a full box towards the back—oh, there should be a measuring cup in there. It’s 1/3rd, so just… Four of those, please.”

Aiden nodded and slid up next to him, dumping three of the cups into the fresh bowl that he had pulled over. “Y’know, you could’ve just added it to the batter you already made, yeah?”

“Ahhh, they might cook wrong if I do that…” Logan half-laughed, waving his hand for a moment. He put the bowl of already-mixed batter a little bit behind Taylor. “I wouldn’t want to risk it… Oh, you can take the measuring cup out of there. I shouldn’t need it anymore, I just forgot to get it out earlier. Taylor? Don’t lean back, your hair will get caught in it…”

“Cool, got it.” Aiden pulled the scoop out, ignoring the small bit of mix still caught inside of it, closed the lid of the box, and put it next to Logan. His eyes drifted from the contents of the scoop towards Tyler briefly, only to return to the scoop once he had nudged the bag back into the cabinet. “Hey, Tyler.”

“Yeah?” He glanced up, looking past Ashlyn—when he saw Aiden’s hands, lightly dusted with mix, one still holding the scoop, he narrowed his eyes. “Oh, hell no. What are you doing with that?”

“Nothin’, just got some extra mix here. Can’t really put it in the sink.”

“Yeah?” Tyler stood, moving towards the door. “Can’t really put it on me, either.”

“Or what?” Aiden teased, pulling a small amount out of the cup and flicking it at him.

“Hey! If you don’t stop now—”

Without letting him finish, Aiden thrust a small cloud of powder hidden inside of his palm towards Tyler, laughing lightheartedly as it coated the side of his face and shoulder.

“Oh, now you’ve done it.” Tyler hissed, wiping flour away from his eye; he moved closer to Aiden, hooking his arm under his as he pulled him closer. “Come here! Give it here!”

Aiden, laughing, pressed one of his pancake mix-covered hands against the clean side of Tyler’s face. “Nope, nope, not getting it!”

In their struggle, flour had managed to coat both of their hands, ending up on various parts of their arms, faces, and clothes.

“Guys, come on…” Taylor laughed, watching them wrestle against each other. “All of the mix is probably gone now. And all over you.”

[bugg-onthewall]

Different style for some reason but aiden my bbg

[boospook2]

REAL ‼️

[remindersxo]

YOO I FINALLY READ SBG AND OMLLLL ITS SO GOOD

expect aiden fanart in the near future 🥰🥰

[samiiola]

Theres two types of hugs.