#school spirits cast

[schoolspirits]

Milo via Instagram

milomanheim Ep 6 was the most fun I've ever had shooting something. Y'all betta watch.

[waleedgamil]

MOVIE : School Spirit

watch full movie for free : https://bit.ly/41GygoA

[steeldaisies]

I went from being obsessed with Supernatural- mostly Dean let’s be honest, then Stranger Things- Steve, Billy, and Eddie, to now purely obsessing over Milo Manheim.

Btw- still obsessed with all of them, I’ve just broadened my horizons.

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

...is it just me or does Eugene Drawtectives look kind of like a sad Milo Manheim?

LIKE-

I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES IT-

[marleybee]

Shanice Banton as Marisol Lewis in Degrassi the next generation and Degrassi

[schoolspiritsclothingblog]

Items that were worn, used, or owned by Milo Manheim who plays Wally Clark in School Spirits.

Season 2 Has Began Announcement Instagram Post: Marni Men’s Heart Patch Topstitched Straight-Leg Jeans

[jackjackal]

Guys... I finished School Spirits like a week ago and oh my gosh I'm obsessed with all the characters! But mostly Wally cause for some strange reason I am nothing at all like him but EXACTLY like him. It's crazy.

[agir1ukn0w]

gladys cancel all my appointments, I have a new hyperfixation

[juniperhillpatient]

Ok my music mix is going too hard to turn off just yet Am I Dreaming is SUCH a perfect follow up to No Children especially given my current writing project & the ✨vibes ✨ agh! Also I say this all the time but soooo many of you are literally wasting your lives by not watching American television series School Spirits it’s a hate crime against me personally that there’s almost no tumblr fandom for this show. So. Anyway

[kakusu-shipping]

My mini contribution to @echoes-lighthouse's Evil Slasher Orphanage! My wife Anna and I are here to help, and brought a few more kids of our own.

I really thought I was a horror fan until I sat down to draw this and came up blank. I guess I'm not a slasher guy, because a LOT more Monsters and Beasts came to mind, so it took a while to form a list. Though I did include Sam who is certainly a Creeture but.. They're human enough.

[f1-disaster-bi]

Do I have a potential cast for School Spirits au? Yes yes I do:

Lando is a new ghost who doesn't remember the moments directly before he died or how he died, and is watching his school talk about him being 'missing' while his ghost is stuck in the school cause he died there.

Charles is the first ghost he really meets, and acts as his tour guide to the afterlife. He's very sweet and friendly and brings Lando to the Afterlife Support group made up of people who died in the school and are stuck.

Daniel is a star football player that died during a game. He's basically a golden retriever and really sweet, if clueless at times and bonds with Lando over their issues with their parents when they were alive

Max is angry, and cold at the start but warms up to Lando. He was murdered by his school counsellor who he trusted and was the only safe adult in his life but it turned out they were a creep and killed him when he got into university and put down boundaries with them

Lance died in the 70's and just chills in the hallways doing his own thing. He is amazed by current tech, but mainly just keeps up with all the school gossip and fills the others in about it

Sebastian is the only adullt ghost. He was a teacher and died in the school because there was a violent attack on the school, and he shield a stuck from their angry parent (different from Mr M who I dont trust)

[schoolspirits]

School Spirits BTS

[dollishmehrayan]

WE LISTEN, WE DON’T JUDGE TREND ── .✦

A/n: so there’s this trend on TikTok where it’s like “we listen we don’t judge” and I couldn’t stop thinking about batboys doing this (here’s the trend -> trend) SO UM YEAH.

(tags: batboys we listen we don’t judge trend.)

All of them: we listen, we don’t judge.

jason: "I once stole the Batmobile because Bruce wouldn't let me drive it, then parked it in front of Crime Alley like it was a trophy."

Dick: "And you’re proud of that?"

Tim: "He said we don’t judge."

Damian: "But I am judging."

── .✦

All of them: “We listen. We don’t judge.”

Dick: "I once did an entire patrol in sequined tights because I forgot my suit, and honestly? Gotham didn’t notice."

Jason: "They definitely noticed, man."

Tim: "Still doesn’t top the mullet plus, discowing, plus-“ *cue dick shushing him with his finger aggressively*

Damian: "Disgraceful, I don’t associate with you imbeciles.”

── .✦

All of them: “We listen. We don’t judge.”

Tim: "I once fell asleep on a rooftop during patrol and woke up to pigeons sitting on me, back when I was robin I think.”

Jason: "Bro, how do you survive Gotham?"

Dick: "Better question—how did we not find you?"

Damian: "this is why I try to escape you guys.”

── .✦

All of them: “We listen. We don’t judge.”

Damian: "I once released a venomous snake in the Batcave to test Father’s reflexes."

Jason: "See? This is why nobody wants to come near you within a 6 mile radius."

Tim: "I still have nightmares from Bruce’s screams.”

Dick: "Bruce does too, I heard him screaming about snakes the other night, no wonder why.”

── .✦

All of them: “We listen. We don’t judge.”

Duke: "I once wore a full frankstein suit to school for spirit day... because I forgot it wasn’t Halloween and like mixed up Halloween and spirit day up.”

Jason: "I’m so proud of you."

Damian: "Jason can go dress up like frankstein because he doesn’t need to color the scars or stit-“ *cue jason leaping from his seat towards damian*

Dick: “WHAT THE FUCK-“

── .✦

*video ends with jason and Damian sitting on the couch in full body casts.*

[barblaz-arts]

I had wayyy to much fun with this AU. High school AU's are just so fun lol

- since Charlie's a teen, she's still in her emo phase. She's president of the Drama Club and was distraught that Alastor gave her Orpheus instead of Hades to play. She wanted to be the cool king of the underworld...

- Vaggie used to be the softball team's pitcher until an accident caused her to lose her eye. Now with an impaired eye sight, she had to make an early retirement from sports and got persuaded to join the Drama Club

- Charlie's been harboring a crush on Vaggie ever since she first saw her play her first game, which Lucifer initially had to drag her to. After that, Charlie's been willingly going with him to every home game, under the impression that his daughter has suddenly gotten into the good ol' school spirit.

- Charlie was the one who got Vaggie to the hospital when she got in the accident that cost her her eye. Charlie always visited her while she recovered, and Vaggie fought off catching feelings because Charlie's the principal's daughter. She failed.

- Alastor casts Vaggie as Eurydice in their club's adaptation of Hadestown so Charlie could stop moping about being casted as Orpheus and so Lucifer can get off his back about making his daughter sad. Vaggie agrees just so she can be closer to Charlie.

- you can guess how the rest goes :)

[lannisterdaddyissues]

@guidonian-hand YOU!!!!!!! YOU GET ME!!!!

now that christmas is so near on the horizon this is my obligatory reminder to everyone reading this that the only adaptation of a christmas carol you should be watching is scrooge (1970)

[deadsetobsessions]

Bruce didn’t come here often. Perhaps that was terrible of him but he couldn’t bear to visit his son’s resting place. It was difficult to equate his high-spirited son, bright as the sun itself and endlessly brilliant despite the more he grew up in, to the cold and lifeless stone engraved with his name and words that did not encompass everything his son was to him.

His hands were full of flowers, Jason’s favorite books, a round rock, and his son’s favorite foods.

Bruce didn’t come here often, because it broke his heart even more when he did, but today was a day that love and grief triumphed over his need to avoid.

He walked down the winding pathway, Alfred a silent sentinel behind him. He hated it, but he understood. Today was the only day Alfred allowed himself to be emotionally closed off. He’d lost a grandson.

Bruce didn’t come here often, but his son’s birthday was a day Bruce would remember how to love and live again, just for Jason.

“I will be over here, Master Bruce.” Alfred stopped at his designated spot, where Bruce had added a bench and a draping tree to shade Alfred as he stood vigil.

The first time they’d- it was April, and the sun- after the funeral, Bruce was lost in the throes of grief and had kneeled over the freshly tilled dirt for hours. Alfred had stood there, in that same spot, in the city’s rare blazing sun until Bruce came back to himself.

Bruce had almost lost his second father that day, and what good was wealth if it could not prevent that? And so, water, shade, a bench, and a space heater was added.

Bruce knows better than anyone how stubborn Alfred can be, when it comes to matters of the heart. After all, he didn’t have to raise Bruce after Martha and Thomas died.

“Alright, Alfred.”

Bruce splits from the haggard butler with pointed looks at the water bottles he’d prepared for today for Alfred (who manages, this time, a faint but amused raise of an eyebrow) and walks towards Jason Todd’s grave.

Here where his son is buried, the grass is kept green. In April, Forget-Me-Nots bloomed and dotted the place where Bruce’s world collapsed with bright colors. In August, it is still green, but the tin engraved with the names of the deceased stood out without the flowers.

Bruce kneeled and quietly arranged the flowers before placing them in the tin. He set the platters of food down and uncovered them. The scent of chili dogs made his heart stutter, flashes of a bright smile and book references blinding Bruce with their nostalgia.

He swallowed, grief building, and placed the stone he’d brought atop the gravestone. He sat back, gripping Jason’s book with white knuckles.

Bruce didn’t turn around when clothing rustled behind him. Alfred would have verbally cut down anyone that dared to approach them today, especially here. That he didn’t do so was telling of who it would be.

“I’m still mad at you, for not telling me as soon as you knew.” Dick Grayson sat down, hand over one of Jason’s school bag pins he had carefully attached to the front of his jacket.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“He deserved better. I should have been there.” Dick whispered, placing another bundle of flowers into the tin. It fit, but barely. “I would have dropped everything to come find him. Even if it wasn’t on time, even if it wasn’t enough, I deserved to be there when he was buried. We were family.”

“I know.” Bruce repeated, no less regretful. In his grief, he had wronged his loved ones. “I’m sorry.”

Dick casted a quiet, assessing eye at him. Bruce stayed quiet.

“It’s too dreary,” Dick said. He took out paints, little statutes of robins, bright birds, and bits and bobs Bruce knew Jason would have loved had he been alive out of his pockets.

“It should be more colorful,” Dick murmured as he placed them artfully against the headstone.

They sat there, for a while. Dick glanced at… at Bruce’s hand, and settled down.

It’d been a while since they’ve spoken, but he knew what the man intentioned to do today. This will be the most Dick will have heard Bruce speak outside of his civilian obligations.

Bruce took the cue and gently opened Jason’s book. He’d bought it for Jason- the first gift- and he’d read it to Jason every night. Dick had a similar book.

“Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse…”

——

A boy with black hair and blue eyes wandered amongst the graveyard. They’ve been here for a while, and the man’s low rumble was soothing to listen to. The shades that hung about the graveyard settled as he read out loud from the book as his son sat quietly beside him.

As the boy, invisible and intangible, brushed his hand against the gravestone, he wondered why they were reading to an empty grave.

——

Dick had left long before Bruce did.

And when it was time to go, as stars began to climb and as the cold began to nip at his fingers, Bruce heard a quiet voice.

“Do not stand at his grave and weep,” and Bruce turned, recognizing the poem. “He is not there. He does not sleep.”

But there was no-one.