#teachers live for drama

[dramashii]

Dr. Romantic Season 3 | Ep 1

They were famous for being inseparable in college. Where she was, he was always there. They were rivals to everything. They argued a lot and it felt like they could never agree on anything. Flash forward ten years later; you hear them buying a house and starting a family together.

Well, I always figured they'd end up together some day.

[weneedatdcharacterwho]

We need a Total Drama character from a non-Candian country, who chats it up with another camper. Eventually the two get into a heated argument about what everyone assumes is "which country is correct" until one of them is eliminated and yells "we were arguing about what colour squirrels are!" as squirrel coats are regional and worth arguing about

[valekim]

▶ Tsuiraku JK to Haijin Kyoushi - ep. 7 “Is there anything you want?" "A family."

[thoughts-of-caly]

shout out to drama teachers who are also music teachers fr

[derrypubliclibrary]

hold on i have a question

[cherrysnax]

need to preface this by saying I looooove Felicia sm but god it’s so frustrating that when she pops up she gets to keep her personality, her depth, her everything, even in like her very few appearances but MJ has to get EVERYTHING WIPED AWAY even in the comics??? but literally the only close to faithful adaptions of her are spectacular, some of the 90s show and PART of the raimi movies and it’s only slivers!!!! And usually if mjs around Gwen doesn’t exist so we never the catalyst to her and peters bond, their shared grief that Peter can’t understand at first <\3

[oifaaa]

reading your tag on the post about merlin, made me think you only watched the first episode and the last episode. that's it.

This ask makes me think you've not watched merlin at all look me in the eyes and tell me exactly what character development Arthur and merlin go through I'll wait

[takingontheworldtogether]

i like to think that the reason any time there's a group project on a tv show and the pairings cause drama, it's because the teacher is fully aware of what they're doing and wants to watch the plot unfold

[soulsxng]

📂 (Pythius)

@lunarxdaydream | Random Headcanons | No longer accepting!

📂- He likes dancing a lot, particularly swing dancing (both the normal style and more acrobatic style of it), and he tends to use it to show off. Or flirt. But also just because he thinks that it's a lot of fun. It was something that he initially picked up because his younger sister wanted to try it, and had found and been in contact with the one that eventually became their teacher.

At first, Py didn't take her teachings all too seriously, but found even before the end of the first lesson that it was something both he and Mammon really enjoyed...even if they did struggle a bit at first. Dancing was much different from the fighting that they were used to, at that point.

[valekim]

▶ Tsuiraku JK to Haijin Kyoushi - ep. 4

“My throat is so sore that I can't even drink water. JK, can you give me a mouth-to-mouth drink? It's also fine without water.”

[tr0ubl3d-tr4n53nd3r]

I am going to be a bitch about having to go back to school tomorrow because wtf man. I was having fun yk

[skautism]

kind of hilarious that every teacher knows that the only teacher fully able to reel band kids in is our director and if i’m being a little shit they bother him on break

[monicaalexandraaa]

Loveeeeeee! :))))🩷

Made to Be - Extra IV

Read Made to Be here | ~1.8k words

From me: I was just thinking about them (probs because I'm always thinking about school. This take place sometime between January and the second extra (pre-baby stuff). This is just a really quick little thing until I can write something of merit. I believe I'm almost caught up at work. I think I might be able to write something more substantial this week 💕 Thank you for being patient and kind.

Warnings: none, fluffy cute stuff.

Summary: Harry's not the only one who thinks she was made to be a teacher.

May

“I think we should outlaw field trips,” she mumbled sitting beside Harry in the front seat of the bus.

He chuckled. “It will be fun, kitten,” he assured her.

“Fun for you maybe. You got the good group of kids to chaperone.”

“I’ll give y’group a lecture before we split up, angel,” he promised. Harry snagged her hand from her lap and gave it a gentle squeeze. They tried not to be overly affectionate in front of the students because they didn’t want it to be weird...not that it was weird. But it was definitely something in their eyes. “Y’know they only gave y’a tough group because y’can handle it and they love you.”

She sighed. “I know, I know.”

They were dressed comfortably for the history museum trip. Business casual that made Harry think she was modeling for teachers in textbooks. She was so pretty it made his heart skip a beat.

She had been telling Harry how excited she was to go on the trip up until she got the names of the group she was chaperoning. She was especially excited because schools always got great discounts for museums that she generally hated to pay for. But not even the group rate was enough to make her enthusiasm spike. She fiddled nervously with her engagement ring dangling on her necklace. Harry truly outdid himself and wearing the ring on her finger in the city made her nervous so she opted for the necklace so she could tuck it away safely. (But she assured Harry the thought of taking it off made her feel naked.) Until it was tucked away, Harry smiled, self-satisfied as she twisted it on the silver chain. That pretty diamond glittering in the sun coming through the window of the bus made him so happy. The little symbol that they’d be together forever. She was made for him. He was certain.

He almost forgot he was supposed to be comforting her. It was loud behind them. Not excessive, but when forty something students chattered in an enclosed area, it always got a bit loud and also didn’t help his train of thought. “They’ll pull it together for you,” he draped an arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. The kids would have to deal.

“Aw!” Someone droned. Her cheeks heated briefly but Harry turned in his seat and glared so that the sound was cut off quickly.

“Jus’ show them all y’favorite things,” he shrugged.

“My nightmare is losing a student on a trip,” she sighed. “This is so stressful.”

“They’re not little ones, m’love,” he reminded her. “They can wander a bit and they’ll be okay. S’not like they don’t all go to the mall on their own and whatnot. Plus, I’d never let y’take the fall for losing one of them. We’d find them. M’sure a lot of parents wouldn’t either. But s’not going t’happen.”

She nodded. Then she sighed heavily and squeezed his hand back. “You’re right.”

“Mm, music t’my ears,” he grinned.

“Don’t push it.”

*

But Harry was right. Her group of students who were usually a rough and tumble kind of bunch really got into the trip. At first they were quiet, almost shy. But she acted as if she didn’t notice and told them all about the exhibits they encountered and explained as much as she could. She did her best to connect the displays to their own lives so they would care more.

As such, they walked right along with her and forgot their shyness. They asked intelligent follow up questions after she explained what they were looking at. They followed all her directions and even asked her for more information about the information she told them as they walked through the rooms. She was going to boost their grades when they got back to school with bonus points for being so good and learning at the same time.

The relief was exhilarating.

About part way through the morning, her group of eight needed a bathroom break. She waited outside the bathrooms and checked her phone for any kind of emergency. Harry texted to check in on her, so she answered to let him know how good her group was and how happy she was to be on the trip again.

“School trip?”

She looked up instinctively, the lanyard around her neck was the only thing that marked her as an adult in comparison to her students. Her slightly shorter frame didn’t compare to the boys she taught who often towered over her. She thought she usually looked the part of being a teacher. She felt it was written on her face (or maybe it was the headband with the Treaty of Versailles printed on the fabric and her pencil earrings that gave it away). The man before wasn’t one of her coworkers but he had a lanyard around his neck from a school she hadn’t heard of before.

She nodded. “Oh yeah, drove an hour in,” she cleared her throat awkwardly.

“Same here. About an hour and a half. You’re a history teacher as well?” He asked.

Her students were still in the restroom, so she cleared her throat again and nodded. “Yes, World History.”

“Same here, where are you in the curriculum right now?”

“We just finished up the Industrial Revolution. About to start Imperialism.”

“Fun stuff! You know, one of my students heard you talking about the Enigma exhibit. Said I left out a ton of information that you seemed to know a lot more about.”

She chuckled. “I see, sorry about that,” she smiled politely. “I get a little too into Bletchley Park.”

“Don’t we all.”

“Miss,” one of her students said suddenly appearing from the bathroom with two others. She glanced toward the men’s bathroom but didn’t see any of them just yet. “Can we pop into the giftshop?”

She glanced at her watch. “I think we have time for that, scope it out before everyone else at the end of the day. We have lunch in about an hour.”

“Are you all eating here, in the food court?”

“I think we’re eating outside,” she said. “Nice day and all... I think the boys are coming out now,” she smiled at her student. “Nice meeting you. Enjoy the museum,” she ushered her students toward the men’s room and sighed.

“Was he hitting on you, Miss?” She whispered.

“Shh.”

“Okay, queen,” she giggled. “Are you going to tell Mr. Styles?”

“He wasn’t hitting on me.”

“Miss,” she laughed. “He was so hitting on you.”

“I didn’t—”

“Who was hitting on her?” One of the boys asked.

“No one—”

“That guy.”

“Oooh, he’s cute. Wait until Mr. Styles finds out he has competition.”

“Miss, I think we have to intimidate him,” another one of the boys explained knowingly. “It’s what Mr. Styles would want.”

“Oh, my word,” she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Can we go to the giftshop?”

*

“Everyone please look in the seat next to you and check if the person you travelled with on the way here is still here! We’re doing a final headcount as soon as we’re all seated.”

“Mr. Styles!” One of her group members sang. She glared at him briefly with her best teacher stare before she sat facing forward in her seat. Harry squeezed her shoulder reassuringly.

“Yes? Didn’t y’torture m’fiancée enough today?”

“I would never torture her! But your fiancée got hit on by a guy by the bathroom!” He shouted.

The resounding oohs from the entire bus made her blush. She looked straight forward at the seatback in front of her. “Really?” He smiled and glanced down at the pretty girl beside him.

She shook her head. “He was not flirting.”

“Course he was, Miss! You’re a total catch!” The girl in her group called back.

“She’s right, y’know,” he winked at her knowingly, his voice was low. Maybe only one or two students heard Harry say it and they were kind enough to giggle and not make a scene of it or embarrass her further. “Alright, alright, head count!”

She stayed put while Harry walked up and down the aisle. When he returned to the front, he told the bus driver that everyone was accounted for and they could go on their way.

“Hiding your affair from me?” He winked.

“Shut up.”

He chuckled and grabbed her hand from her lap and brought her fingers to his lips briefly. “S’no surprise, really.”

“It’s probably because my ring was inside my shirt.”

“Lucky ring,” he hummed.

“Harry,” she hissed.

“The man has good taste, kitten,” he shrugged. “M’not surprised at all.”

She sighed. “I wasn’t hiding it from you. I just didn’t want to make you jealous. I don’t want you to think you have anything to be jealous of, you know?”

“I know, I know,” his voice was so kind and soft. The way he sounded when they were falling asleep. It was quiet and warm. If they weren’t in front of forty something students, he probably would have held her cheek and kissed her the way he did every night. Would have traced her features and told her how much he loved her. “You’re jus’ so pretty, so nice, so lovely that anyone with half a brain cell can see it from across the room,” he assured her. Her relief was massive. The idea of hurting Harry’s feelings or betraying his trust was one of her worst fears. She pulled the necklace from its spot and twisted it again and Harry’s smile grew. “God,” he shook his head. Then he squeezed her hand three quick times. She squeezed it back four times in succession. Both knew what it meant. A not quite secret that they loved each other.

She was always grateful for Harry coming into her life. The day she left her old school and got her new job was so scary and sad. In hindsight, she would have told herself in her first year of teaching that a new school was in her future, and she was going to meet a man that was everything she wanted and more.

Someone who was made for her.

“What?” He smirked. The sun was setting and bathing the bus in a soft golden light that only highlighted how handsome Harry was.

“Just thinking about how jealous I would be if a girl flirted with you on a field trip. You have way more kindness than I do.”

“Oh, don’t worry, kitten,” he mumbled and brought his mouth to her ear. “M’going t’show you how crazy the thought of another guy chatting y’up makes me later. Remind you that y’don’t need anyone else. Ever,” he promised and pressed a chaste kiss that did not match the intensity of his words.

Her cheeks warmed once more but she smiled. Shaking her head she squeezed his hand three more times.

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[beardedhandstoadshark]

Any ghost stories or accidentally struck upon one?

Only ghost story I ever heard in my life was the rumor that my grade schools was haunted. And that was less treated like a ghost story and more like a " yea we know who cares“

So for context, that school is old, having turned 200 years old when I still went there, and is made up of 2 buildings- the new one that houses most of the rooms and all the important logistical stuff, and the original school. The rumor came from the weird way that old building was used.

It was made up of three floors, and the first floor acted just like your regular school floor. Stickers on windows, two bright classrooms with lots of colors, heck, they even had pcs. That was back when Windows XP was still the go-to, so quite modern all things considered.

The second floor held an equally colorful extension of the after-school care in one room, and a third classroom in the other. That’s where things got slightly weird - the daycare extension was originally an unused classroom, while this one was still in use - but only for a single week each year.

You see, in our school, 4th graders had an extra school "subject". It was more of an event week though still mostly just school, with its defining feature being that it wouldn’t happen in their regular classrooms like all the other subjects but specifically in that otherwise unused first-floor classroom of the old building. We all just thought it was a way to celebrate the schools history, as it did involve historic stuff, even though the years didn’t really match.

And then there was the third floor. The attic.

The only thing anyone knew was that, it was, for a long time had been, and to my knowledge still is after all these years, completely and utterly abandoned. No one was allowed to go there, and even despite being the place that needed it the most, it wasn’t even so much as touched when they renovated.

And if you tried to go out the room while in care, you’d obviously be stopped- not because you could accidentally fall down the stairs, but you might try to climb them up.

Aside from that, we also had a tree nicknamed the climbing tree because it was genuinely amazing to climb on, having lots of sturdy branches that started from the ground up to wind in all directions. If you ever saw kids climbing on the climbing frame that was right beside it, it was because there was no space on the tree left. Not only was it bigger and better, the tree also had quite the stories to it!

For one, it was rumored to be 100 (not 200) years old. If it’s still standing today, I could honestly see it, given just how sturdy, branched-out, but also marked the tree was. You also had that it was magic or smth because of a weird hole in the middle and the way some branches grew, or that if bark was peeling away somewhere you should rip it all off and slap some dirt from the ground on there so it can heal properly. There were…quite a few rumors about all the trees on that school yard, actually?

Anyways, of the lesser known rumors was actually an add-on to that first one about the tree‘s age. This one stated not only was the it really a century old, but the reason it’s there on the actual schoolyard and not on the side like the others was that it was specifically planted for a kid that died in the old building after

falling down

the

stairs.

Do you want to know what the theme of that event week I told you about was, anon? The one with the years that don’t match the schools‘ age?

It was "Reenacting school 100 years ago".

[thereisnothinghereagain]

Where are all my adult anas?

It's a different world stepping into Eds shoes again half way through life.

I don't have to worry about my parents getting mad at me

I don't have to worry about my school teachers getting mad at me

I don't have the typical teenage drama that spurred this mentality shift

I remember Ed being a call a shout for help just to be seen and cared for as a teenager. But now no one sees me, I have no watchful eyes on me. No one whispering under their breath, no parents staring at me across the dinner table as I play with a half eaten plate, no boy trouble or pubescent drama fueled by hormonal rage and indifference. I'm not doing this to impress the boy I like or try to fit in with the popular kids.

I am invisible

Except from myself.

I'm in a strange state of visible translucency. I tell people I'm fasting and they believe me, I tell people I'm too tired to come meet them for dinner they believe me.

Fuck, even my live out partner whose been here for the last 3 days who I have said the words 4norexi4 to and who has watched me consume nothing but tea for 3 days doesn't question my choices.

How different a world it is when you're seen but not seen. I am validated but I remain a shadow.

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

To be 100% fair to my grandma, out of all the boomer memes I see family sharing on Facebook whenever I check in on what the people I know irl are posting, my grandma has probably the least cringe ones. Look at this

The format? Boomer, thus cringe.

The contents? Not actually the worst on my timeline

Maybe my brain has been poisoned by the sight of what my aunts and cousins post every day, but grandma actually is kinda funny