#school gossip

[herheartdisplayed]

Population 4,000 and something

Either you rule here or you don’t

I don’t feel like a god nor do I worship

I watch

I watch people my age get pregnant and arrested

While I almost burnt my dorm down with a microwave

Are we all up in flames?

Before I wanted to be them

Then I wanted to escape them

Now I can’t tell if I check-up on them every now and then out of bitterness, or humor

Or humor?

Isn’t it hypocritical to find them crumbling to pieces funny when they broke you?

Probably

But life is just a show, and they have already been laughing at my scenes for years

Break a leg!

[badp1l0t]

ALRIGHT CHAT IM DOIN IT CHAT

IMA DIVE RIGHT IN THE SBG RABBIT HOLE

I BETTER REACH THE BOTTOM OF THIS ICE BERG AND FIND OUT WHY ITS SO GOOD OR THE ELSE IMA PERSONALLY SLAP EACH AND EVERYONE ONE OF YALL SBG FANS

sorry for shouting at u lol

Anyway, once i’m done reading it ill post a short summary of the story and say if i like it or not. I’ll also update yall on this post every five episodes or so and just express my opinion on them

Reading the webtoon 2day <3 08/09/2024

It has….begun

@lee1504 @lee1504 @lee1504 @lee1504 @lee1504 @lee1504 @lee1504 @lee1504

UPDATES!!!

Episode 1-5 Review 08/09/2024 So the plot is interesting and suspenseful. I like the characters so far when though i barely know anything abt them (Aiden is my fave so far :3). Idk but the humor is kinda weak but there are some funny parts.

update: sorry but i cant read it for like a day or two 😭😭 im going to Hawaii 2day and there’s lotta stuff i gotta do this week, but ill read when i can :D

[tosolv]

So much happened at school today..

[sunisntalwaysbright]

Hey Sunie’s,Sunshine here,I have the biggest new ever! We all know Yanna transferred to a new school,but you don’t know that she has a new target,a nerdy fugly boy!EWWW!!! I’ll let you know more,stay tuned Sunie’s

XOXO,Sunshine💋

[nayutalvr]

I can ruin that bitch's life cuz am so done with her bullshit like I was starting to feel bad for her until I found that out.

Likee Baby girl does ur "bsf" know that u have a picture of urself sleeping on her bfs lap while he plays with ur hair...WHILE u we're with another guy???

NO SHE DOESN'T. SO WHY DO U THINK U HAVE THE RIGHT TO EXPOSE MY RELATIONSHIP THAT I WANTED TO KEEP PRIVATE HUH?!?! MF

[gossip-girl-school]

“When Metals Clash: The Aluminum Showdown"

Hey Upper East Siders,

Nachi’s here, and I have a sizzling piece of news that’s sure to electrify your circuits. In an unexpected showdown in chemistry class, two aluminum pieces put their conductivity—and tempers—to the test. In a dramatic twist, one threw the first punch, and surprise surprise, they both ended up more bent than a sheet of tinfoil. Who said metals don’t have emotions?

Until next time,

Xoxo Nachx~

[jayce-the-best]

oh yeah, here's my yt https://www.youtube.com/@J.a.y.c.e.

copy and paste the link... ANYWAYS I HAVE SOMETHINGS TO SAY!! :)

so I just noticed J (different J is a boy.) put his head on A'S SHOULDER.... (A IS ALSO A BOY BTW.) help me. i'm so done with life after this.

and idk, but I'm getting my old country human and planet human phase back. (And when I mean planet humans, I mean solar balls. but as humans.) its wild.

[xxxg0ryygurlll13xxx]

high school is weird

so yesterday i was minding my business in last period (spanish) and the girl who sits next to me turns to me and says

"Im gonna tell u smthn and ur gonna say nothing about it."

"ok what is it?"

"Next week my bf is flying up" (he lives in florida) "and hes staying w/ me for a week and i stopped taking my birth control so im gonna need $60 soon hehehe ;)"

"oh uh oh my uhm why not just use regular protection????"

"its just wayyyyy better w/o it ;)" (idek if thats tru??? i mean ive never done it"

what...WHAT. I BARELY KNOW THIS GIRL SHES JUST IN SOME OF MY CLASSES and now i know her whole sex business, interestingly enough this is not the first time someone i barely know has told me something like this abt their sex life or ive overheard it. the other day i overheard all of another girls sex life cause she was telling her friend which probably isnt a great idea since her friend is the biggest blabbermouth at school. ppl talk abt sex constantly at my school, maybe theyre normal and im just the total virgin my friend calls me i mean i was confused by the $60 so when i got home i looked up how much plan B is and its $60.99 at my local CVS which is like triple what i thought itd cost

[teawithmeconfessions]

EXTRA EXTRA READ ALL ABOUT IT!!!

Local Freshman girl cheated on her boyfriend who is a well loved, and somewhat popular freshman with a boy on the wrestling team. Rumor has it her body count is...A lot. But remember! Not all rumors are true! Everybody remember though, we do not support cheaters so lets support the boyfriend (well now ex boyfriend).

[badp1l0t]

✨storytime…✨

Hi again childe @lee1504

Summary for lazy ppl: Kid in lower grade, which is coincidentally the same grade my sibling is in, has a seizure. The guy i sit next to is even more coincidentally the big brother of the seizure kid. Kid almost dies.

So basically, one, brisk winter or fall morning during school, me and my classmates were doing some religion project bc you know, i’m a good christian person (not really lol). But then, right out of the blue, we hear someone shout “HELP!” Obviously we’re scared and the teachers call to action. I didn’t know all the drama at the time so i thought it was a physical fight in the school halls lol. BUT, it was anything but. It was actually dome poor kid having a seizure. It was told that the poor kid was foaming at the mouth, his face was turning purple, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Everyone in the classroom with the kid having a seizure had to leave, so they were transported to one of the classrooms that was right beside OUR classroom. Once the kid sitting next to me realized the kid having a seizure was his brother, his face went cold and he stared off into the distance.

In the end no one was hurt (well, physically, no, mentally, yea). An ambulance was called, the kid survived, and yea.

[i-heard-from-somewhere]

"Real events"

I heard they broke up a while ago, about something stupid about not responding to messages. Something like that, I don't get it. Something about "she's tired" and "he's in love with someone else". They dated for a whole 6 months, a monumental accomplishment for a high school couple. Kids who haven't even seen each other poop talking about a life that never came to be.

He went to be a priest and made it his whole personality. Priest with a sharp tongue that is. He talks about the glory of Jesus Christ then curses afterwards. What a hypocritical son of a gun.

She got involved in more drama, more crushes, more interest. She complained. She whined. She talked about her broken friends. Like she wasn't broken herself.

It's delightful, watching them all. Watching them talk to me as if I'm a true friend. As if I care. I don't like drama, well, I don't like being involved in drama. But other dramas, I love those. I would listen to both parties and construct a story of my own. A story relevant enough to start a fire, but different enough so the fire it started burns stronger . I create warzones. Warzones that are trapped inside small rectangular screens. Warzone contained in the four corners of the guidance office. It's entertaining, watching them figure out who said what, who knows who, which means which. Like little worker ants serving a queen they haven't seen before.

I'm not new to these kind of scenarios, to be honest, these occur in a quarter to quarter basis. But not just friend drama. No. I've heard pregnant drama. Yeah, I heard a girl got pregnant while looking like a middle school student. I heard the father was a senior. In fact, I heard the girl was supposed to be In a classroom right next to mine. I even heard we had a class together. I never saw that girl. I don't know what she did, or what has been done to her. But I know that she's going to look like a really young mother.

Want to know what's even funnier. Even the teachers are not safe from these kind of hearsay. I heard a teacher left her job to be the other woman. The other woman to a police officer. I heard a teacher got a daughter who was raped by her own father. I heard a teacher stole from the class funds of her students. I heard a teacher talked trash about the mother of her student. I heard a teacher studied law and nursing but if you ask her students about anything you learned from her. You won't get anything.

That's all I have for today folks. But don't fret, my mind is pretty much a library of drama. In fact, some of them can be scripts for telenovelas.

[hairmetal666]

No one knows who writes the Hawkins High Tattler. It comes out every week, without fail, has for almost two decades. Everyone reads it, even teachers, even parents. It's caused more the one suspension, grounding, and even--famously--a shipping off to boarding school.

Steve's never let the Tattler get to him much. He's in it, of course, practically a new story every week. But it's just silly gossip.

Of course, Steve is also, currently, the titular Tattler, so. It's not like he's surprised when his name shows up.

It's his third year, his last year, and he knows everything that ever goes on at Hawkins High. It's pretty easy, honestly. Everyone thinks he's ditzy and vapid; nothing more than hairspray and polos. People will say anything around him, assuming he's not listening or not interested, and then bam. It's in next week's Tattler. No one even suspects him.

The confessions locker probably helps. Down by the theater, busted and unusable, the perfect place for people to leave tips, to tattle on their friends (or enemies, as the case may be).

That's what he's doing right now, checking the confessions locker. After 9:30 on a Friday night, the place silent as the tomb, perfect time for it. Pretty standard fare this week. The only thing of interest is that Eddie Munson was the person who broke all Ms. Click's pencils and left the stubs on her desk. This one, he laughs at, can't wait to publish it; can't wait to talk to Munson about it.

He gets a lot of stuff about Eddie. Most of it he doesn't publish because it's bullshit about satanic rituals--the nerdy kids he babysits play dnd, and there's no way Karen Wheeler is letting anything satanic happen in her basement--or about his sexuality, and one thing Steve doesn't do is out people.

Gathering up this week's submissions, he closes the locker with a soft clink, and he swears, swears he hears the squeak of a tennis shoe on the polished tile of the floor. He freezes, heart in his throat. Nobody has been here this late before.

Seconds pass but there's only silence. Confident he's only hearing things, he heads out, the parking lot just as empty as when he arrived.

---

He sees Eddie a few days later, when he's picking up the kids from the arcade. They typically exchange casual greetings, but as Steve waits, Eddie stands with him, offers him a cigarette.

"Read that was you who messed with Click's pencils. Good one."

Eddie shrugs, gives a little bow and a smile. "Happy to be of service."

"It was my class, when she found them. Never seen her so mad."

"No way," Eddie laughs. "Not even when Hagan drew dicks on all the textbooks?"

"Not even then, man. She was throwing pencil stubs everywhere."

"Fuck, sad I missed it." Eddie takes a drag, Steve's eyes following the movement, lingering on his mouth. Something warm and tingling builds at the base of his spine and he forces his gaze away.

"How long you in detention for?"

"I'm not. Swore it wasn't me, and Click doesn't want to admit she reads the Tattler, so. Not much they could do. "

"I've seen it sitting on her desk!"

"I know! She reads it when she has detention duty!"

They lean against Steve's car, laughing, and Steve feels good. This is good. He likes Eddie. He's funny and dramatic and smart and kind. He's not deserving of any of the mean things that get submitted to the Tattler.

The kids come streaming into the parking lot then, and Eddie stubs out his cigarette, says "see you around, Harrington," and Steve finds himself flushing for reasons he can't quite explain.

---

He starts seeing Eddie around way more. He's in school most days, smoking in the parking lot after the last bell, chatting with Steve in the hallways.

It shows up in the Tattler; big news that the King and the Freak are hanging out. Most of the submissions are about it, increasingly elaborate rumors about their supposedly deep, close friendship.

He wishes he could tell Eddie.

Eventually, Eddie invites him to smoke at the quarry. He doesn't hesitate to say yes, doesn't even bother to try ignoring the swoop in his stomach, the speed of his heart.

They sprawl out in the back of the van, Eddie's loud, raucous music pounding around them, sharing a joint back and forth.

Steve gets hazy, boneless, can't stop watching Eddie, the way his lips purse around the joint, his long hair glinting gold in the weak light of the camping lanterns, the pleased shine of his eyes every time he makes Steve laughs.

He likes Eddie so much. Everything about him, honestly. Butterflies ping in his stomach, happy and slow, and he thinks how nice Eddie's lips are, wonders how soft they must be. And he thinks--he's read the submissions, right--he knows the things they say about Eddie, and he wishes it was true, he wants--he wants--

He wants

---

Steve's running late to check the locker. Lost track of time at the diner with Eddie, and it's making him panic.

He stuffs the submissions haphazardly into the pocket of his hoodie, dancing with nerves, willing himself to grab them all and get out.

Locker emptied, he sprints towards the exit. He has a second to process someone barreling towards him in the dark, but he's going too fast to stop, can only brace himself as they collide.

It sends him sliding across the floor, Tattler submissions spilling out of his pocket like snow. He hits the ground, scrabbling for the papers, praying that whoever is here with him can't see them in the low light.

Hands grips his biceps. "Stevie, Steve, we have to get out of here" and there's a second where he's comforted by the familiar rasp of Eddie's voice before terror spikes again.

He pulls himself from Eddie's grasp, searching for any dropped submissions in easy reach. "Wha--why--what's--"

"I ran into Jason Carver and his band of idiots at the gas station. They're on their way to here to try to catch the Tattler in action."

Steve freezes. "I don't--that's not--I--"

In the deep silence of the empty school, they both hear the slamming of a door, a bitten off giggle. Eddie grabs his wrist and they run. Into the theater room, through a door Steve didn't know existed, to the backstage area of the auditorium.

"You should be safe here," Eddie says.

Panic spirals through him. "I can explain. I was just--I forgot a--I needed--"

"Harrington! I know, okay? I already know."

Steve can only blink at him, swallows rough in his throat. "What--Eddie, I--"

"I saw you. Weeks ago. Forgot my notebook in the theater room after Hellfire and had to run back for it. You were there, at the locker."

"You can't tell anyone."

"I'm not going to."

"No, Munson, you really can't. Nobody can know. Nobody--"

"Swe--Stevie, I promise. The secret's safe with me." He rocks back on his heels, chewing on his lip for a second before he continues. " I--I couldn't figure you out, you know? I saw you around with those kids and it didn't make any sense. King Steve, babysitting tiny nerds? But I saw you at the locker and..."

"You're giving me too much credit, man."

"I don't think so. You're never--fuck, Harrington--you're never mean. At least, not in the last couple years. You spread gossip, but you don't punch down, and you're funny as hell. Mean as shit too, but only to the people who deserve it."

His ears burn and he looks down. "Just because I have fucking--fucking editorial standards doesn't mean that I'm anything special."

Eddie scoffs. "Remember, Stevie, I was reading it a year before you were here. Cruel, vapid garbage. Always the most vile, pointless stories about people who couldn't defend themselves. And how many submissions have you gotten about me, for instance, that you've never used?"

Steve clenches his fists. "I would never--"

"I know. Sweetheart, I know. That's why I li--You're so fucking good, Stevie."

He laughs, ears burning. "I'm really not, Eddie. I try to write about fun gossip that can't hurt anyone too much, and nobody's found me out because they think I'm too dumb--"

Eddie reaches out then, fingers connecting softly with the edge of Steve's jaw. He can't help but lean into the touch, eyes flickering closed.

"You don't want to hurt people because you're fucking kind. You know how I know for sure? You must get submissions every week about me, and you've never once printed that I'm--" Eddie stops then, swallowing hard.

Steve's throat goes tight. He rests his hand over Eddie's, still holding his face. "Me too," he whispers. "Kind of. I like--it's both. For me."

"Oh," Eddie breathes, mouth lifting in a bright, beautiful smile that Steve can't help but return.

He's watching, sees when Eddie's gaze drifts his lips, making his breath hitch. He doesn't really think about closing the distance between them, slotting their mouths together in a tentative, gentle kiss.

"You're just full of surprises aren't you, Steve Harrington? Eddie asks when they part.

Steve blushes. "That's sort of the last of them."

"Sure. Next you'll be telling me you've played dnd."

"I have a character."

"What???"

"Human paladin. Dustin worked on it with me. Ready to get out of here?"

"Human paladin," Eddie gapes. "You know--you said--what's happening?"

Steve twines their fingers together, leading Eddie towards the auditorium exit. "Well, first we're going to walk out to my car and then we're going to my house, and we're going to look through Tattler submissions. Maybe makeout a little bit."

Eddie giggles. "What the fuck? Like. What the fuck, sweetheart?"

He turns to face Eddie, smile big and pure and bright with happiness. "If you're really nice to me, I'll let you help write this week's issue."

"Oh, oh. You're going to wreck me." Eddie mumbles, almost to himself.

"If you're lucky." Steve beams.

[sunriozz]

POV: you try to join the mean girls (you're firecracker)

[notfernintheslighest]

the wardrobe department for Hannibal was on point cause every male teacher i’ve ever had dressed exactly like this:

button up, preferably plaid + slacks + coat = male teacher fit

[livwritesstuff]

Honestly, Eddie doesn’t know why it had taken so long for him to realize his and Steve’s children could understand the shit that came out of his mouth.

(It took an embarrassingly long amount of time).

Even when Moe’s third or fourth word was fuck, he didn’t realize it (and she was using it mostly correctly too, which should have been a serious flag, but nope).

What made him realize it was when they started repeating the shit that came out of his mouth. 

To strangers.

In public.

The first time Eddie had been really caught off guard by something one of his daughters said was when Moe, who was three at the time, had proudly announced to an unsuspecting grocery store cashier, “Daddy says my Papa’s a DILF!”

And, like, Eddie had just heard the term for the first time, and obviously he was goddamn delighted by it because…duh. Steve. 

It just hadn’t occurred to him that his toddler might have caught it too, but little pitchers have big ears, or so the proverb suggests, and Eddie had taken it as a wake-up call that Moe isn’t a baby anymore (tragic as it may be).

He’s not the only problem though – Steve is just as bad, (if not worse, because he really doesn’t bother to check where their kids are before he starts running his mouth).

One particularly damning incident was at a restaurant, which is something they don’t even do all that often because, seriously, going to a restaurant with very young kids should be an Olympic event or something.

(The last time they all went out to eat, Nancy and Robin had made a drinking game out of all the times Steve and Eddie had to take a child to the bathroom and ended up so far gone that Eddie had needed to drive them home).

The incident started with the waitress asking, “Can I get you started with anything to drink?”

And it had ended with four-year-old Moe confidently announcing, “My Papa needs a fucking margarita.”

Thank god, the waitress had been a twenty-something college student and thought it was hilarious, but Steve had still been completely mortified.

[gossip-girl-school]

"Love Triangle Drama: Sarah Forgives Jake After Shocking Cheating Revelation!"

Did you hear the latest gossip? Apparently, Sarah caught her boyfriend, Jake, the guy from our grade, texting another girl. It turns out he’s been secretly dating Emma from the neighboring school for a couple of months now. Sarah found out when she saw a message pop up on his phone during lunch. She confronted him in the hallway, and there was a huge scene.

But get this—rumor has it Sarah actually forgave him! She was seen talking to him after school yesterday, and they looked pretty cozy. No one can believe it after all the drama. I wonder how long this forgiveness will last or if it’s just a temporary thing. Drama always finds its way around here! 😳

XOXO YOUR NEW GOSSIP GIRL