brings my back to the phase i had in grade 9

What does love feel like?

I remember when I was in high school and I had my first real girlfriend over for dinner my little cousin asked me what it felt like to be in love. I laughed for a little bit before sitting back into the couch having just been hit with a question I never really thought about before. As a 16 year old, I was no stranger to the shoes of a hopeless romantic. I don’t think there’s just one definition for love and to say a 16 year old can’t feel love is just not true. That being said, I felt what I thought was love many times. And the only time I realized I hadn’t been in love was after the fact when I had the chance to look back retrospectively. I thought I loved this girl but so many other times it turned out to be something else so how could I know for sure. And as it turns out, I wouldn’t know what that felt like until 3 years later. But let’s take a couple steps back.

It’s 4th grade. I’m 9 years old and I’m in love. Or am I? It’s 2 AM and I’m writing a soon to be triangularly folded note to her. Circle this if you like me, yes or no? She circles yes. We both like green day, I spike my hair up with my dad’s hair gel, she wears all black. My mom says I’m not allowed to kiss girls. Cole Sprouse says he regrets that his first kiss was as early as it was so I have lots of reasons not to kiss her. I write what I think are brilliant poems about her. She’s the first girl to like me. We sit in the slide of the playground too afraid to hold hands. One day we do. Fireworks don’t compare to the feeling. We have competitions for who can jump the farthest on the swings. The school year ends and I never see her again.

It’s the 7th grade. I’m reaching the peak of my coveted awkward phase and she sits next to me in english. She has hair that reminds me of a lions mane. She’s an actress. I’m the only one in the grade without a cell phone but she’s going be a star one day. She’s in the school play and her monologue gives me goosebumps. We are best friends. She tells me about boys she thinks are cute and I pretend it doesn’t feel like daggers. She’s my first slow dance. We get detention for passing notes. We call each other every night. Over summer break she gets a boyfriend.

It’s 9th grade. I broke up with her after 2 weeks. Did I make the right decision? I didn’t. She has a boyfriend. She wanted me and now she doesn’t. I took her for granted. Fuck that stupid song Big Yellow Taxi. Why is the radio always stop on. I learn a Katy Perry song on guitar to impress her. She isn’t impressed. Regret is a stupid emotion.

It’s 11th grade. My braces are off and she likes my pictures on Instagram. She is a year older than me. She is beautiful. She smiles at me when we see each other in the halls. We get ice cream. She is my first kiss. It feels like a nuclear bomb had a baby with Coachella. I ignore my responsibilities to be with her. I sneak out to be with her. She is sick. She is going off the rails. I think about her every day but she hurts herself every day. She looks for validation in other guys. I delete her number. She goes to college.

It’s 12th grade. Get me out this town. This town is suffocating me. This town is horrible… who is that? She’s the prettiest girl in our town. She goes to the same school my mom teaches at. She looks like an angel. She listens. She understands my goals. She dreams bigger than I do. We talk on the phone every night. We fall asleep talking to each other on the phone and text each other throughout the day. 2 AM movie nights in my parents basement with our clothes in a heap by the heater. You party too much. I wish I was more social. I learn social skills to keep up with her friends. I hate her friends. Her friends hate me. She thinks I cheated on her with a girl in another state. We fight every day. It’s not worth it anymore. I go to college.

It’s 2014. I dropped out of college a couple months ago. I’m scared. I’m excited. I’m broke. I miss my family. I’m more turbulent that a fighter jet in a thunderstorm. I’m going to change the world. Halloween is so stupid. I don’t usually hate halloween but I do this year. I can’t afford a costume so I’m decked out in Good Will. Fuck it tonight will be great. Nice to meet you I’m Jonah. I don’t smoke but it’s part of my costume! So I guess I should probably get your number. She is smart, funny, interesting, and drop dead gorgeous. I’m so unbelievably lucky, how did I land this. Wanna meet for coffee? She likes red velvet. “The slice of red velvet cheesecake that flew from LA to your house, Merry Christmas”. She is the one. I repeat this is not a drill; she is the one. I’ve never had a 4 month anniversary. What do you even get a girl for her birthday. Dude I have $3 in my checking account. Maybe she can teach you something that she loves and that’ll bring back the spark! When was the last time I did something for myself? I don’t make art anymore. When was the last time I talked to my friends. I don’t feel like me anymore. She keeps telling me she’s losing herself to us and I agree but I tell her it’ll be fine. I’m drowning. She’s drowning. Who is this person and why is he acting so petty. You deserve better. We just went super nova. Matthew McConaughey and Neil deGrasse Tyson couldn’t save us from this black hole. 3 AM. Incoming call. I’m gonna need a big fuckin bandaid.

Love is irresponsible, unnecessary, and, until you learn how to control it, it will wreck you; kinda like trying to ride a horse without knowing anything about horses. At first it’s exhilarating and euphoric but then you realize you’re trying to ride a horse without knowing anything about horses. And you fall off. But for a little bit, the face full of dirt is so absolutely worth it man.

The Breach

If Killian was being honest, the only good thing about staff meetings was the free food.  It had been seven years of teaching, and three different schools and still he was yet to find an enjoyable experience anywhere in the whole thing. Well, that was until he came to Storybrooke High School and discovered the ridiculous sweet potato puffs. Killian particularly enjoyed it when it was the Math department’s turn to provide because Rem made the most amazing sweet potato curried puffs.  He stole four of them before sitting down and making apologetic glances at other staff members who tried to start a conversation with him, smiling as they acknowledged that his mouth was full of food.

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submission from @my-otp-ruined-my-life

So I thought of two headcannons from your post about Whiskey being the ultimate big bro because foster kids and it gave me a thought. Well, two thoughts. And I was thinking about them, trying to sleep, failing, so I decided to give them to you.

I’ve never written one of my headcannons before so bear with me.

Idea 1:

The boys (and Lardo) are all foster kids, and that’s how they meet.

So it does work with a bit of tweaking. We don’t know much about families outside Jack, Bitty, and Shitty so it shouldn’t be too hard to ignore the fact that from what little we know about the other families they seem pretty nice and good and all. As for Shitty, what if his mom divorced his dad, died, and by then Shitty was already too Shitty for his dad to accept so he went into foster care, and then Coach couldn’t deal with his son being gay (in this AU Bitty figured it out and came out very young, like 9 or 10, and his mom was like “it’s a phase, you’re too young to know”, but his dad was like “not in my house” so Bitty was thrown out). And Jack - well, Jack’s the only not foster kid… because Bob and Alicia are foster parents. (They would too, and you know it.) Also they live in America not Montreal because I know zero about Canadian foster system and also almost everyone else is American so the Zimmermans are American dual citizens (and also Ransom is American too).

So like, let’s take it down the line. (I'mma skip the tadpoles cause I feel like I don’t know enough about them yet so lemme get back to you on them.)

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Bend The Rules (32/?)

Summary: (High School AU) - Michael comes from a very strict and quite religious family, but that doesn’t stop him from having a somewhat of a normal teenage life. He still goes out, though he has an early curfew and rules to follow. He has the mouth of a sailor, but makes sure his parents never hear. He maintains good grades so his parents aren’t ever thrown off. It can be annoying, but he can handle it. But life only becomes too difficult when Gavin Free intervenes. 

Word Count: 4294

Check out the page for this fic to find the playlist and schedule (a few other things too!!).

A/N: Maybe some homophobic-ness in this one ?? yeah some, but less than the previous chapters.

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Things seemed to be going well for Michael and Gavin. Michael would occasionally bring stuff up to Ray, just because he did kind of like the idea of having a friend he could talk to everything involving Gavin about. He also knew he could talk to Chris about it if he needed to, but he felt as though Chris was more of a listener for Gavin than for him. Besides, Ray was his best friend. It was more casual and comfortable for Michael to talk to him about it.

“Do you think we should tell everyone else?” Michael asked Ray one night on the phone. He kept his voice to a whisper so his parents wouldn’t hear him. They had told Michael that they allowed him to keep his phone for purposes of only contacting them. That didn’t mean Michael was going to listen and merely use it for that. He didn’t have his laptop or Xbox so he could talk to Ray online, so phone calls and text messages were the way to go. Did they really think Michael could go about not talking to Ray and Gavin after school? There wasn’t enough hours they could talk in school to get what he needed to say out. Also, it wasn’t always safe to talk there anyway.

“Who’s left to know?” Ray asked, his voice at a normal volume.

Michael lied back on his bed and stared at his blank ceiling. “Uh, Lindsay, Barbara, Miles, and… yeah, that’s basically it. And I guess all the other friends I talk to, but from our group, just those three.”

Ray pursed his lips. “Hey, I’ll be there with you if you want to tell them, but there’s no pressure about it. If you’re not ready-”

“I’m not,” Michael sighed. “I just feel like they should know already. It’s been a week.”

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anonymous asked:

More teacher AU? :3 <3

(Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, and 13)

“Ian, stay still,” John chastised as his son squirmed. “You’re going to ruin your hair.”

His son glared. “Good!”

John frowned. “You’re graduating your grade, you should be happy! Beginning of the year you kept complaining that it didn’t challenge you, and now that you’re going on to a higher grade you should be happy.”

“It got better when Rose started giving me the books,” Ian muttered.

His father paused. “Ian… are you scared that once you leave her class, Rose won’t come around again?”

The boy didn’t reply and John sighed. “Oh, Ian. Rose doesn’t hang around because she’s your teacher and it’s some sort of… duty. She loves you and is with us because of that. Just because she’s no longer your teacher doesn’t mean she won’t spend time with us. In fact-” he smiled, “she’ll probably spend even more time with us, now that she doesn’t have to worry about favoritism.”

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