Senior High School

So, I saw Dear Evan Hansen, and I think I must inform all of you about somethings:

• Evan doesn’t have a cast in Act 2
• Heidi is smiling when singing Good For You.
• Jared sounds like he’s gonna cry when he says, “FUCK YOU, EVAN! ASSHOLE!”
• Evan isn’t the only mentally ill one. Alana says that Evan isn’t the only one who’s felt alone during Good For You, I’m pretty sure
• Heidi has a LOT of angry moments
• Evan’s dad moved to Colorado, so the Musical doesn’t take place in Colorado as far as I know
• Alana doesn’t listen to Evan and releases Connor’s “suicide note” to the world, which is really Evan’s letter to himself, and because of the Zoe part of it, everyone started calling Zoe a stuck-up bitch
• In the Finale, turns out, Zoe is a senior in high school, and Evan is taking a year off before going to college. So, in the Finale, Evan is 18…
• Evan works at pottery barn when he’s 18
• Cynthia apparently does a lot of things obsessively because Zoe’s family is rich? She was Buddhist for a year, then did this ~all natural~ thing??
• It mentions NPR at some point between the moms
• The actors don’t always say the lines the same, so when it got to the scene where Connor pushes Evan, instead of angrily saying, “am I not laughing hard enough for you!?”, Connor goes, “am I not laughing hard enough for you?” And leans reeeeeal close to Jared and Evan and he says it in a kinda voice that says, “I’m gonna kill you and laugh later”
• After If I Could Tell Her, Evan kisses Zoe and after that’s done Jared goes “Holy. Shit. hOLY. SHIT. YOU KISSED ZOE MURPHY? ON HER BROTHER’S BED?” and Evan has the Face Of Utter Regret™

The Labyrinth Chapter 36

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 6.9k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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Dear Jughead Jones

Jughead x Reader

In which the reader writes a series of letters to her best friend over the course of their senior year in high school, but doesn’t know if she’ll ever send them.

Warnings: mentions of depression, swearing

Word Count: 1,060

A/N: You might have to think and fill in the lines with this one, I hope that’s okay. This one is very personal to me, written in another journal entry type format. (And this actually fits as a perfect part two to “A Journal of Thoughts” but they work separately on their own as well)


Dear Jughead Jones,

Emotions are fucked up.

I gave advice to Betty today, and it was to acknowledge how you’re feeling and to admit what you’re feeling to yourself in order to move on and learn from experience. Cause you see, she told me she broke up with you today.

I guess I should probably move on too.

Move on from the murder, move on from my past.

I was sad.

I was mad.

I was upset at anything and everything.

I was upset for a long time.

But then I found my way back… to you.

I found a best friend.

And now I’m happy.

I’m allowed to be happy.

And I need to admit that to myself.

Dear Jughead Jones,

I’ve been obsessed with the idea of love for a very long time. It’s always been there, this need to have a boyfriend or someone to crush on, because that’s all I knew growing up. From the 2nd grade to the 7th grade I had a crush on Archie Andrews. It was always there, no matter what.

Then he broke my heart. We had never even dated but just like that he ripped it out and shattered it into a million pieces.

I was lost… but I healed. I moved on.

But I was still obsessed with the idea of love.

Maybe I read too many books.

Maybe I watched too many movies.

Maybe I was too sheltered.

Or maybe I just wasn’t confident.

A lot has happened this past year and I think I’ve finally started accepting who I am.

I’ve become more confident in the things I do and I know I don’t need a man’s love to be happy.

My friends make my happy.

Singing makes me happy.

Writing makes me happy.

You make me happy.

I have all the love I could ever need right in front of me I don’t have to be crushing on someone all the time.

I have to just take life as it comes and stop worrying about boys so much, because it’s the second semester of senior year and goddamnit, I’m going to make the most out of it and enjoy it without any drama.

These are only my beginning chapters, I still have my whole life ahead of me, after all.

Dear Jughead Jones,

Why can’t my life be a contemporary love novel? Everyone always ends up happy.

I have to return to real life once I’ve finished reading.

It’s not fair.

Am I not likeable? Is that it?

Does it have to do with my appearance?

My personality? My interests?

I don’t get it.

I mean, I’m not dumb, so I’m not going to change myself for anyone, but I don’t understand why I’m so unappealing.

I’m not sure if anyone has ever liked me, except maybe Kevin, but he doesn’t even really count. Ugh.

I’m better off chasing fantasies of getting together with you.

Cute, funny, and unattainable. Just the way I like them, apparently.

Having fantasies of unattainable yet attainable guys helps me ignore my ever-present loneliness and single-ness.

I can’t live through books all the time.

Don’t judge me.

Dear Jughead Jones,

I think you’ve been ignoring me and I don’t know why.

You haven’t messaged me as much lately and I’m probably reading way too far into it but I’ve just been getting these weird vibes. I should probably ask you if you’re okay, especially after that poem you read in english today.

It was about depression and I couldn’t help but feel like I should say something.

Am I being too clingy?

The answer is probably yes.

I’ll just leave it alone for a few days.

I’m overthinking this, aren’t I?

Dear Jughead Jones,

Feelings are hard to explain. They’re complicated and confusing and no one really knows what causes them.

Feelings can change, or they can become stronger.

Ethyl complimented me on my confidence level yesterday, said she wished she was able to be as confident as I am and it made me realize how much I’ve grown as a person. If you met me two years ago I would not be the same person you see today.

She asked me how I did it and I couldn’t give her a straight answer. It just kind of happened. I’m still insecure in a lot of things, my body and my social skills and my past.

If someone is going to love me, though, they are going to love me for who I am, not someone I’m supposed to be.

Which brings me back to feelings.

Along with all of the song lyrics I have rattling around in my brain, there’s one thought that keeps popping into my mind:

Do I like you?

Dear Jughead Jones,

Why do I let people consume me?

Why do I let myself believe people care?

I don’t know if I’ll ever let myself believe that a boy could love me and only me.

I’m not sure it’s possible.

I have to learn to love myself first, I know, but that’s so hard when you feel alone.


Why am I so emotional all of the time?

Is there something wrong with me?

Why can’t I think logically without overthinking?

Why can’t I get over things quicker?

Why do I have an obsessive way of thinking?

Why can’t I stop thinking about you when you clearly don’t think about me nearly as much?

Why do I care?

God, I’m an idiot.

Dear Jughead,

You’re never going to see this. And if you do, well then fuck me, right?

We’re messaging right now over some dumb english project but there are some things I need to tell you, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get the chance:

I want you to have all of the happiness you deserve.

I’m sorry I ever doubted you.

You’re an amazing writer… and kisser.

I regret not getting to know the real you sooner.

I regret not admitting my feelings sooner

I am very protective of you now, more than you could ever know.

You’re cute… all the time.

Like seriously stop being cute.

You look hot when you dress up.

You make me happy.

Thank you for being someone I can trust, and for being there.

Thank you for taking me to senior prom.

Thank you for just… knowing.

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That’s it.

-the last message I ever sent to an ex-friend. We had gotten into a fight over text when I was a senior in high school because she outed me to someone and wouldn’t stop meddling in my business. It took me years to figure out that it was an emotionally abusive friendship. She took advantage of my kindness, was a compulsive liar, and constantly made excuses for her behavior.

During the 6 years we were friends, I would have gone to the ends of the earth for her, but she wouldn’t even go to the end of the street for me.

Good riddance.

anonymous asked:

Hey! Congrats on all the roles you've landed! I hope you land more in the future. :D I'm a senior in high school who's close to graduating and I've been thinking about hopefully landing a job at Disneyland. You said that you worked there before, so if it's alright with you I wanted to ask: How did you feel working there and what was your job? Do you have any advice for anyone who wants to work with Disney? Thank you for your time and I hope you have a nice day!

I’m currently working there still! 

1) I just finished cross-training as a member of the Turtle Talk crew over at California Adventure (my original position I auditioned into), but I also am authorized to run rides over at Flik’s Fun Fair via A Bug’s Land. 

2) My feelings on working there are probably different from most people who pursue a career with Disney; there are a lot of folks I work with who have intentions to be part of the park staff for the remainder of their natural lives - or at least to be involved with Disney in some capacity - but I mainly took the job because I wanted to a] challenge myself to improve my improvisational skills, and b] I was getting bored of having way too much down-time in an average week & wanted to fill up some of it somehow. How ironic, then, that shortly after I got hired in would be when my voiceover career really started taking off…

3) The only solid piece of advice I can offer from my personal experience is that your best chances of landing a job with Disney will come from having a concrete, direct focus in terms of where/what you want to work. I got all the way to the final interview/step of the College Program many years back, but got rejected at the last second because my response to them was “I’m open-minded and eager to learn whatever is available” rather than “I want to be a ____”. Disney operates on a specialization-based machine where the parks may have 500 different roles, but everyone who has a role is really good at that role; that is where the ‘seamless Disney experience’ comes from, why they’re notorious for only hiring the “best of the best”, and why each individual job has so much to learn (and why you can’t ask to Cross-Train until you’ve displayed extensive comprehension of the previous job position).

Hope that helps!

anonymous asked:

5H is in Orlando last night and tonight at Universal Studios themepark for Grad Bash, they're the headliners. It is an exclusive concert for graduating high school seniors that is put on every year. That is why they wouldn't be able to attend the RDMA ceremony.

To the anon that ask, here’s you answer and Thanks for the info 😊 you are the real MVP!! 😁

anonymous asked:

I'm a middle schooler and I'm pretty sure I'm considered like 3 pounds overweight and it's weird because I have like a flat stomach and I actually comfortably only have 1,200 calories a day and as of late I realize that I've met three types of people who comment on my body. 1. The people who say I'm fat (the majority) 2. People who say I look underweight (there's actually a few) and 3. The creepy seniors at the joint high school. People were just saying body stuff so that's my contribution 😂

Yeah it’s for my question of the Day ☺️
Thanks for sharing!


Texas high school students throw up Nazi salute during “silly picture” for senior class photo shoot

  • Earlier this week, candid images taken during Cypress Ranch High School’s senior class photo began making the rounds on social media showing some students at the Cypress, Texas, school doing a Sieg Heil.
  • According to a tweet, the students were reacting to a couple girls in the class who threw up a black power fist during the “silly picture.”
  • In an email sent to Houston station KPRC, a student said at least 70 students made the gesture, shouting “Heil Hitler” and “Heil Trump." 
  • According to KPRC, the school principal sent home a letter to parents noting that the school is investigating the case of the "inappropriate gestures” and asking that parents discourage their kids from disseminating such images on social media “as this perpetuates a false image of Cy Ranch HS.” Read more

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My best friend of 2 years and ex boyfriend. When we broke up he promised to be there for me. That we would get back together when he worked through his stuff. He still wanted to go to prom with me and I with him.
Through the school people kept tell him i was. Trashing him behind his back, but none of that was true. He still doesn’t believe me. He asked my friend to the prom, the way he said he was going to ask me.
The message above mine to his reply about hearing something else that i apparently did. Im done with it. Its my senior year of high school, and random people have already ruined my friendship with my best friend. Its over. They won. I know i can’t get him back anymore. I have to act like i dont care when really i do, in hopes that this will all go away. I miss him.

someone tomorrow: bru-

bruno mars? peter gene hernandez? born october 8th 1985? my lil dad? lil father? lil man? whom i love with his whole 3'2 tall ass? whom i would die for? n take a 24k gold bullet for? every day? For 24 days? Every day week month year and century?

Florida student posted “Slaves for Sale” Craigslist ad with photos of black classmates

  • Slavery in the United States officially ended over a century ago, but a high school student in Florida got caught trying to “sell” his classmates.
  • An unnamed senior at Fleming Island High School in Jacksonville, Florida, took a photo of two black female students in class and uploaded it to a Craigslist ad titled “Two Slaves For Sale” with a price of $470. 
  • The listing tagged the location to “Fleming Island Plantation,” which is a location that exists in the town, but the direct reference is to slave plantations in the South.
  • The listing’s description is horrific: “Two healthy negro slavegals for sale. Good Condition and hard work ethic! If you need another pair of hands around the farm/house, you’re in luck!" 
  • The ad has since been taken down.
  • The student responsible for the listing has been suspended for 10 days and will transfer to an alternative school. Read more (4/28/17)

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I wrote an essay to convince my teacher to let us watch Lilo and Stitch in class.

A few weeks ago in my math class everyone was really tired. So someone suggested we watched a movie instead of doing work that day. Then I immediately said that we should watch Lilo and Stitch (because why not). For the most part everyone in class agreed with me. But my teacher wasn’t buying that I was being dead serious about wanting to watch it. So he said as a joke that if came to school the next day and had written an essay on how Lilo and Stitch relates to math he would consider letting us watch it in class. I told him that if he wanted a paper, a paper he was going to get. But he still didn’t believe me. The next day I walk into class with this paper.

It didn’t work. We still haven’t watched Lilo and Stitch. I’m still salty.


Becca Longo is believed to be first woman to ever get a college football scholarship

  • A high school senior in Arizona just became the first female football scholarship recipient at an NCAA DII school or higher, per ESPN.
  • Becca Longo has signed a letter of intent with Adams State University in Alamosa, Colorado, according to CNN, after sending out her highlights reel to various colleges and adding Timm Rosenbach, the head football coach at Adams State, on Twitter. 
  • That caught his eye, and got him to watch her tape.
  • “If she’s able to compete at a level we think she’s able to compete at, we should afford her that opportunity to do that,” Rosenbach told CNN.
  • According to ESPN, roughly a dozen women have played college football, but Longo is the first known scholarship recipient. Read more (4/17/17 1:50 PM)