Uptight and nitpicky, these are the words generally used to describe Professor Dobson. He often loses himself to bouts of anger and lashes out, raising his voice as he boomingly calls out on a student’s slack performance, much to their chagrin.
Despite this, he genuinely cares about them and only wants what's best for his students, even if his way of expressing it may be unorthodox.
His always foul mood might be the result of crankiness due to lack of sleep, for he frequently plunges himself headfirst into workloads and tends to take care of the various issues that arise in the school personally. And considering it's the infamous Night Raven College, there's always trouble just around the corner.
One thing that can ruffle the fae’s wings more than unruly mentees is “fun things”, particularly romance. He openly gripes about his distaste for the subject, saying they’re “unnecessary” and that they “only serve as distractions from the important things in life.” Now, it would be fine and all if he wasn’t so adamant on making everyone see things his way…
The neat thing about being a Will Wood fan is that you find this decently sized community of people who like this guy and you're like "wow look at all these people I can talk to!" But it definitely isn't that BIG of a community
But after a while you realize that they're everywhere, the best example I can give is that I'm in quite a few different discord servers, for quite a few different things, and I can't name one active server that doesn't have at least one or two Will Wood fans™ and its not like it's always the same people
Thank you for the tag @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @strandnreyes @lightningboltreader @bonheur-cafe
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From Poet Fic, in which a tricky situation is about to begin for a distracted Carlos. And Gabriel won't be too pleased..:
A blue flash in the rearview mirror catches Carlos’ eye. The rainbow is long gone, bleached and fizzled by the sunshine, and in its place are throbbing blue and red lights as familiar to him as the back of his hand. He doesn’t think anything of it until the singular woo of the siren, followed by wee-woo.
Carlos frowns as it dawns on him – his whole face scrunching with confusion and irritation. There is no way this his happening. He checks his speedometer. He’s within the limit and he has been the whole time. Right? Wrong? God – he doesn’t know.
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i’ve discovered that almost all small children go absolutely insane for 2econd 2ight 2eer. my friend’s little brothers, my other friend’s nephew, the kids i babysit for, they all love it. don’t tell will but his fan base is getting younger.