#she was one of a kind

[virgo-dream]

I have Cool History Professor story if you’d like it :) my old ancient lit prof was super cool, he dressed like a goth rock punk and was very rebellious against authority etc. I think he rode a motorbike. His lectures were such a goddang highlight of my time at uni. the last lectures for the semester, he made a slide show about his time working in Pompeii, and how he gOT PUT ON AN ARCHEOLOGICAL BLACKLIST for breaking and entering with his phd students to take measurements. And the PHOTOS, were incredible. 90s punk and nerd students climbing over a giant security fence, posing for photos with their measuring sticks and stuff. It was crazy. He died suddenly during my last semester, so he’s likely off breaking rules in the afterlife these days. Or maybe interviewing ancient folks or ghost-pranking other history professors. He was a really cool guy. OH GOD I DONT WANT THIS TO MAKE YOU SAD THOUGH THATS NOT THE INTENTION

Don't worry! It didn't make me sad at all :) it's nice that you can share the memory of such an amazing individual like this!!! i'm sure he's having a blast measuring the columns in heaven

Also reminds me of two of my favourite teachers in school. One of them was a biker lady that was the literal leader of a biker gang that did cross country trips and all, and she always showed up wearing the sickest leather jackets and no student dared disrespect her. And then there was the art teacher, who was this super tall, hippie lady with long blonde hair and even longer tye dye skirts, the most friendly person you could ever hope to meet. And they were besties which made the whole thing even better, bc Biker Math Teacher was tiny and menacing and Hippie Art Teacher was tall and soft. They really were the best of friends, and we loved seeing how they were so completely opposite on the outside but seemed to get along so well.

It was really heartbreaking getting to school on the day that Hippie Art Teacher died. She was killed during an armed robbery, and one of the kids eavesdropped on a conversation between Biker Math Teacher and another faculty member saying that Hippie Art Teacher had been having nightmares and visions about dying for about a week by then. It was really sad.

I still remember them both very fondly, and I think the both of them and your Punk History Professor would get along really well! Hob would be a great addition to the gang tbh :)

[christadeguchi]

i'll let phie-san say it:

[hinamie]

10 years later

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[cordspaghetti]

got thinking about gerard way tour outfit predictions that never came 2 be… bloody wedding dress…

[mumblesplash]

(teaching my art class)

me: and what’s the number one rule when designing characters with wings? …well?

a handful of students, sighing reluctantly: no good fa-

me (interrupting them): NO good-faith attempts at realism, EVER. you want all the bird dweebs and physicists jumping ship as EARLY AS POSSIBLE so they’re not around to cinemasins your ass when you get to the cool parts of your story, and…ugh, what now, gerald

gerald (my least favorite student): why not just do some minimal research instead of-

me: listen you little shit i can and will singlehandedly tank your 4.0 gpa

[aromanticduck]

Cartoon with identical looking boy/girl twins that's self-aware of the fact this implies one is trans, and keeps the audience guessing as to which one it is.

The girl laments that her friends are buying bras and her chest is still flat. The boy keeps his t-shirt on the whole time at the beach. Neither of them like using public toilets. The girl always seems to be eating pickles. The boy is giving himself an injection... But it turns out he's diabetic and it's his insulin. Oh look, one of them has a trans flag pin! But so does the other one, because the cis sibling is a very enthusiastic ally.

Bonus points if the twins are aware of this and confusing people on purpose.

[tragicotps]

What age was Gillian Anderson in The X-Files? (x)

[ministarfruit]

day 15: haunting ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[yes-that-would-be-dark]

got my hair dyed in japan and the hairdressers spoke very little english but were super interested in trying to communicate so they managed to ask me if I watched anime and when I told them my favorite was death note one of them gasped and went “death note! misamisa?!” and I went “ah! yes!!! I love misa!” and she smiled and clapped. misa amane transcends language

[elyfonart]

long distance is hard :/

[hinamie]

itakugi sillies fr the soul

[aroaceleovaldez]

i have suddenly become obsessed with a theme that HoO established but never proceeded to extrapolate on, which is:

You are Percy Jackson, and you have been swapped with a boy who was allegedly everyone's favorite person, but they have decided to replace him with you. They just met you. You stand next to his best friend and the people he's known his entire life. In his home. In his cloak. In his place. They stopped looking for him.

You are Jason Grace, and you have just found out you have a long lost sister who completely replaced you in her life with this girl you just met. Your lives and personalities are mirrors. She is you, living the life you were robbed of.

You are Annabeth Chase, and you have just become starkly aware that you have been inhabiting the void left behind by your best friend's long lost brother. You and Luke were just replacements for him. Now you have to look him in the eyes when he has nothing and know you took that life from him.

You are Piper McLean, and you have just found out your relationship is fake and built entirely on the memories of Annabeth Chase. You have been given a boyfriend when hers has been taken away. You have no idea how much of it is real or not but regardless you feel like if your relationship isn't exactly in their image that you have failed.

You are Leo Valdez, and you have just learned that you are the echo of your great-grandfather. You are not your own person. You just exist to be a mirror of him. A doppelganger. An actor and stunt double facing all the danger he never had to but wearing his face. To be there for his best friend decades later simply because he couldn't. You are playing a role. A seventh wheel and a pawn for a goddess who carefully sculpted your entire life for her own purposes.

You are Hazel Levesque, and the only reason you are alive is because your brother couldn't save your his sister. You are a consolation prize. An apology. Your existence here is misplaced in every way but you inhabit it anyways.

You are Frank Zhang, and you are a shapeshifter. Inhabiting your own body feels strange and clumsy when you could be literally anything at any time. You are anything and everything and live your life with the simple certainty of knowing exactly how you will die.

[lazylittledragon]

it’s being normal about dad gale hours again

[trasho-pando2011]

[drenched-in-sunlight]

some happiness could never be reclaimed