#school moments

[niafromheaven]

Me and the kid having a staring contest after the handcuffs I found in the choir room fell out of my back pack (it was very awkward):

The kid:😨

Me:😬

[mutant-okuri-inu]

CAUGHT RED - HANDED PART 2

After yesterday's break - up, Halia had to calm down. But the next day she's not herself anymore...

Warnings: Slight angst.

The times reads 4:56 pm. Halia is sitting in her room while hugging the pillow in sadness. The curtains are closed, blocking the evening sunset not to cast the light through the window.

There is silence in the bedroom, nothing but a silence. Halia's tears were dried on her cheeks as she still remembers Noah's cruel words. Her black hair is messy and her eyes are still puffy from the crying.

Oh, what a day she had. Halia's aunt will come back later from work before Halia read her text from her phone.

Then her phone starts to ring, Halia snaps out of her thoughts and takes the phone to check who is calling. The caller ID shows "Michelle" on it. Halia quickly wipes her tears away and pressed the green button, then she puts her phone by the ear.

"Hello?" She said, trying to act normal in her voice, fighting the sad tone.

"Halia! Oh thank god, are you alright?! I heard what happened! Did you really--" Michelle's panicked voice was cut by Halia.

"Yeah, I did. I did broke up with him." Halia answers bluntly.

"Holyyy crap! I can still sadness in your voice. I should've stayed with you!"

"No, it's alright, I know how gymnastics are really important to you."

"But still, if I was in this situation, I'd totally kick his nuts." Michelle huffes as Halia laughs softly.

"Do you want me to come over?"

"No, we can talk tommorow, I know you're tired." Halia sniffs and rubs her eyes gently.

"Are you going to be okay?" Michelle's tone turned worried and caring.

"I'll be fine, I just... need some time alone. I'll see you tommorow at school." Halia sadly smiled a little bit.

"Okay, take care." Michelle hangs up. Halia puts her phone on the drawer and lays on her back, her back of the head hits the pillow gently. She needs to rest... and stop thinking about what happened today.

Halia came to school not herself anymore. It feels her blood is boiling while she came to school with blank look on her face. She saw Noah with Ashley, clearly flirting with her. Now Halia finds it disgusting...

...

What a day after school... Halia didn't dare to look at Noah's eyes, not even for a second. The way Ashley smirked at Halia to make her jealous really wanted to punch her. But Michelle stepped into action and slapped Noah in the face, screamed right into his face while Michelle had to calm her down.

At lessons, Halia couldn't consecrate, the teachers scowled her to pay attention.

Halia packed her stuff and leaves the classroom, only a few students left in the hallway, ready to go home. Michelle had to leave early for dentist appointment, she texted Halia to get boba after school.

Halia sighed and puts her phone in her pocket. She hears footsteps running behind her, but she decided to ignore it. A hand touched her shoulder to stop her.

"Halia, can we talk?"

Noah...

Halia doesn't want to listen to him, but she stopped. Her head hung low. No... she can't stand to look at him.

"Halia, look at me."

Halia can't stand to hear his voice, she turns around with a neutral expression. She sees his cheek is red from Michelle's slap. She looks at his hazel eyes, clearly reading he feels guilty what he said yesterday.

"There's nothing to explain." Halia says as she walks again. Noah appears in front of her to stop her. Halia rolls her eyes annoyingly.

"Okay! You have one minute, start talking." Her tone changed to fake - friendly one.

Noah sighs and rubs his neck. "L-look... I uh... I really didn't mean to say these things yesterday. I wasn't thinking. It's just... I'm tired getting in my tail like "where were you been?" Or... "Where were you?". Something like that."

Halia takes a deep breath as her heart pounds repeatedly. "You could've told me you want to break up with me."

Noah opens his mouth to say something again, but he closed, remaining silent. He just nods slightly.

"I wanted you to be treated right, I treated you with kindness. I can't believe you pulled something with Ashley..." Halia turns her head away.

"I know, but we can be--"

"Friends?" Halia cuts him off. "I don't know... I need some time to think. Oh, and your minute is up. Now move out of the way."

Noah blinks at her words, he didn't want to argue, he moves out of the way for Halia to walk away. He watched her back only to exit the school.

Noah rubs his eyes, at that moment, he growls in frustration and punched the locker aggressively.

As Halia exits the school, she thinks to herself...

'I'll never be in another relationship again...'

That is her promise. All men are the same...

Or is she going to find another man in the future, but a kind one?

...

Part 2 is here weee, should I place Noah to a Shadow Company? 👀

[inbabylontheywept]

i did wrestling in middle school. on one hand, i was actually quite good at it, which was nice. being good at any sport was a new achievement for me. on the other hand, i was bi, and i was trying very hard not to notice that i was bi, and getting folded into knots by very kind, very muscular dorks made that task somewhat difficult.

adding fire to the problem was that my parents and my grandparents wanted to watch my matches, because they were very proud that their Gangly Nerd Son was actually Sporting, and they wanted to cheer me on. which would've been sweet and all, but if there are four people you do not want there during a key part of your Burgeoning Sexual Awakening, it is your mom and your dad and your grandma and your grandpa.

right? i mean, imagine some guy's got your head in his armpit, and you're going you know, old sweat smells bad, but fresh sweat has a sort of and then you make eye contact with your grandpa in the stands and you remember you're swearing spandex so if you pop a boner people aren't just going to be able to see the outline, they're going to be able to count the veins, and the only way you will be able to restore your family's honor after that would be by moving to siberia and renouncing joy, forever. that, or lift your entire body up by your kneck then twist 180 degrees without paralyzing yourself.

it’s a lot of pressure, is what i’m saying.

still it did motivate me to win my matches really fast. because i was so tall and skinny, i was stupidly good at the double leg takedown, and then once someone was knocked down, i'd just do the half nelson and kind of flip em over for the pin. then the ref would count to three and i’d win. EZPZ.

i had one match where that went great. won in the first ten seconds, sat back down, and prepared myself for a good hour or two of doing fuck all. didn't even feel bad the parents/grandparents were gonna be bored. the matches went up from me in 5 pound increments (i was in the 115 lbs division) and it was going great until we got to the 145 lbs division. the other school's wrestler stepped onto the mat, and she turned out to be a girl so our guy flipped, because for straight guys, wrestling a girl is not a pleasant experience.

i'm not entirely unsympathetic. my experience wrestling dudes was definitely a little traumatic. but also, i dealt. guy could've dealt too. instead, he refused to wrestle, and the coach went - fine. not even worth fighting over.

so he went to the 140 pounder, and that guy said, nosir, my mom said mormons can't wrestle girls. next guy down, 135 pounder, now he knew he could pull the same card and thus did. 130 pounder, 125, both tapped out. he got to the 120 guy, and that guy was catholic, but he said he was considering being mormon, and thus would have to pass. as a precaution.

coach blew up a little at that. he said "is there anyone - anyone - on this entire goddamn team that is willing to wrestle a girl?" and then he pointed at me and said "YOU. MAT. GO."

and i'll be real, if i'd been paying more attention, i'd have pulled the mormon card too, but i'd just been putting all that audio into a buffer file because i was reading, so i was halfway across the mat before i even processed what had been said and by then it was too late to turn back.

still i had a plan. and my plan - my beautiful, perfect plan - was to do what i'd always done. tackle, flip, pin, win. sit down. read. bore my family to death. move on.

i got the first part right. she was bigger than me, but she wasn't taller. just an incredibly stout woman. god built me like a snake with glasses, just as he built her like a combat cube. the problem was the half nelson. soon as she was down, i tried hooking my arm under hers from behind and for both genders, the defense for this move is just clamping your arms really fucking tight against your sides. if you're a guy, that's whatever, but if you're a girl - especially if you're god's chosen combat cube - that pins your opponents hand right against your boob.

so, i got the hook in, she clamped, my whole arm pressed against something soft, my coach was yelling THE HALF NELSON. BABYLON! JUST FINISH IT! FINISH THE HALF NELSON! and i was just trying to press hard enough to finish, when then my brain went

...oh.

and i flipped out. of course i flipped out. i like girls, and touching a boob is an elemental experience, and i was not ready. i was not prepared. i had not committed the sacred rites. i recoiled like i'd just brushed my arm against the surface of the sun, stood up, and backed away. nobody in the room knew why i'd given up. all they saw was me, right about to win, suddenly flailing around and scrambling. so everyone started screaming at me to just get the half nelson again, and i couldn't really yell back there's a fuckin' boob in the way and it was very distressing, and the only way i could think of to make them stop was just doing it over again the right way.

so i did.

i hunkered down and prepared myself for Wrasslin' Attempt #2: The Sequel.

i knocked her down again, EZPZ. i went for the half nelson again, but she knew what i was about to do so she super clamped, and i knew she was gonna super clamp, so i wound my arm back like a pop-eye cartoon punch before swinging my arm through the gap between her bicep and her side, but the amount of time i spent winding back super signalled what i was about to to do, which gave her time to clamp even harder, which somehow redirected the entire force of the popeye punch to the bottom of her bra.

it spat out a single boob the same way an action hero might spit out one single tooth after getting a solid crack across the jaw. as if to say:

*ptooie.* "that all you got?"

i did not actually see this. my experience was that first there was an arm, then there was a bit of boob, but i was braced, i was ready, forward at all costs, tatakae motherfuckers, and then the boob went away, and i didn't know where it went but my team, and the audience, and everyone who was in front of me, they all gasped like i just kicked them in the stomach. except for my coach. he was behind me, and thus one of the four people in the room who did not see the boob. now my mom, my dad, my grandma, and my grandpa, they all got flashed but nooooooo, coach thunderbutt was behind me, and he didn't see shit so he was still yelling NOOOOOO BABYLON WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST FINISH THE NELSON! GO FOR THE KILL! BABYLON! BABYLON!

but i did not go for the kill. i stood up and she stuffed her boob back real fast, and we just kind of circled each other awkwardly until time ran out and i won on points. that's not technically allowed, but the ref had some mercy on me.

my coach did not.

i barely had time to sit down before he strode over to the bench to chew me out.

"babylon," he said, in that very calm way people get when they're too pissed to yell. "why didn't you pin?"

and i didn't know how to say well coach, i tried, but there was a boob, and it kept getting in the way, and my mom was watching, and so was my dad, and so was his dad, and his mom, and god (like bible god) and that's a can of worms because i'm pretty sure he was already mad at me, and i'm wearing spandex, and i think i might have to move to siberia, so instead i said

"i uh. i forgot how to do the half nelson."

which is actually impossible. forgetting how to do the half nelson is like forgetting how to swallow your spit.

and he looked at me, like i was the dumbest person in the entire world, and i looked through him like i'd just survived my 250th day in a trench at verdun, and he said: fine.

fine.

but we're all going to practice it for an hour tomorrow because you forgot.

and then he left.

and my buddies had the gall to be salty about it. i got so many comments saying "dude, why didn't you just tell him the truth?" and i said "you can if you care so damn much. you could've wrestled the girl too. maybe someone else should do the hard thing today."

but they didn't. so the next day, we did an hour of half nelson drills, and i spent a decent amount of time getting thrown around the mat, and it was pleasant in exactly the way that i hated and the year after that, to the surprise of everyone but myself, i quit wrestling and joined the trivia team.

and if you want more reasons to love my mom, my grandpa joked after the match that i might have to talk to my bishop about it, and my mom told him he would be allowed to make jokes after he stood in front of a crowd of 110 people in spandex underpants while wrestling a woman that was not his wife.

he paused for almost five seconds after that. then he said: aw. hell. sorry babylon.

and i'd have preferred my apology from god, but getting it from him was pretty good too.

[lowpolyanimals]

Capybara (Grapes) from Old School RuneScape

[petercushingscheekbones]

David Tennant being a lifelong Doctor Who fan who was inspired by the show to act, becoming the Doctor and Ncuti Gatwa who watched David Tennant and was inspired to act, playing the Doctor opposite David’s Doctor is the most beautiful thing

[all-i-need-is-coffee-and-books]

This is like when my friends ask me for help in math or science. LOL

pov u ask ur nerd bf to help u study :))

[jojaxcola]

"no one told me back then that i was in the glory days."

[ jojamart mockumentary #14 ]

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[egophiliac]

So.... what are your thoughts on Ace's UM, if you haven't been asked this already?

sneaky magic for the sneakiest boy

no but really, I think it fits him really well! I had thought his UM would probably involve something kinda sleight-of-handy or pickpockety! and I looooved that it made such a nice loop-around back to episode 1. ❤️ I was. kind of half-expecting him to just run out and punch Riddle in the nose again. but instead this time 'twas he who offed the queen's head! it was great! and he did it while stone-cold terrified out of his mind! because Ace is the only remotely normal or well-adjusted person at NRC and therefore the only one who is like "we're going to literally die, this is super effed up". but he did it anyway!!!! I AM SO PROUD

[themidnightsunset]

another older doodle of theM playing vodeo games (fun!!)

[mstrchu]

my experience with the ending of ne zha 2

[average-emo-enigma]

Everyone at my school needs to tone their hair it’s really bothering me

[kabayo-studies]

School Moments #004:

This actually took me by surprise while we were tasked to make our own exam. It was a group project and I wasn't assigned to make the question for these but I proofread the whole thing and as a Beatle fan, this really got to me. Lol.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Something Old, Something New.

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[aspennntree]

every day i post things that aren’t funny to an audience of 6 people

[plant-bitch-lol]

Mouthwashing AU where everythings the same except swansea is a woman

[choccy-milky]

people-watching and gossiping 💅

(more older seblora brainrot bc of my oneshot)