Grace fuck, why would you invoke her name like that???
Okay, fine, gather round children, buckle up because we’re going on a bumpy ride back to everyone’s collective least favorite place: 7th grade.
Some background: I went to a very small Catholic school. One class per grade (we were the largest with 19 kids), everyone knew each other whether they wanted to or not. Despite basically every teacher and faculty members insistence that we were The Best And Most Special Class In The School and that everyone loved having us, the longstanding 7th grade teacher Mrs. O’Haradecided to retire in the summer of 2008, meaning the school had to find us a new teacher for the upcoming year. This would be like, the first new teacher in the school in a while, and as she was getting the ‘best class’, it was viewed as a Big Deal. Somewhere in like July or August we got a letter announcing Mrs. Stubel, and it came with a list of books to pick for the summer reading, and that was basically all the information we had.
So…the first day of class. She seems nice enough. Very…ditsy, I guess? It was very easy for her to get herself off topic while talking. She constantly paced around the room, never staying in one spot for longer than a second, complaining she has restless leg syndrome. Which like, I’m sure she did, but she was in the middle of introducing herself and then went on a 20 minute tangent about restless leg syndrome without anyone prompting her. It was almost like you could see her scattered thoughts flying around her head.
So anyone, she eventually gives somewhat of an introduction- she had only taught in public schools before, and kept worrying she ‘didn’t know’ how to teach in a Catholic school despite the entire class insisting literally nothing was different, you just teach the curriculum, twice a week we have religion class with Sister Mary King, that’s literally it (she still talked over us in worry), she told us about her kids, she told us about her obsession with Emily Dickinson, stuff like that.
And then she hands us this worksheet.
She’s like, “Oh, these are just some basic questions for you to answer! Just so I can get to know you guys better!” like in lieu of an icebreaker game, which is fine, but…the questions. The questions were all “What is your most haunting fear?”, “What is your deepest regret?”, “Have you ever experienced the pain of loss?”, “What was your worst injury?”, “What was your worst nightmare?”, all questions like that, and then on the back she wanted us to draw a gravestone and write out what we wanted our epitaph to be.
We were twelve year olds, mind you.
Oh my God and one girl missed the first day because of her grandmother’s funeral, so when she came the next day and saw what the teacher was insisting she do for homework, she almost had a panic attack? And the lady still made her do it? Literally who wants to think about death anymore at a time like that omfg.
Okay, so then we get to the summer reading book reports, right? Now, she had given a list of maybe, 20 books that you could pick from, read it, and then present an oral report on it. You had to have notecards and you had to be able to answer questions from the class at the end. All in all, I’ve had worse projects.
So, on this list, she apparently put Madeleine L’Engle’s entire book series on the list…only she did not make it known that this was a series and not multiple stand alone books, so when reports started up it caused mass-panic of kids trying to put together plot points and make connections on what the hell they had read.
I was the only kid in the class who had chosen to read “A Wrinkle In Time”, and that has since lead to a series of events that…really actually scares me, I’m still incredibly freaked out, I’m not going to get into it right now because it’ll take away from the current story, but just know that I’m not above wondering if it only happened because I read the book for Stubel.
Anyway, so like, I got through the report okay. The class asking questions about it was fine, but the teacher kept asking questions that didn’t make sense, like, at all. My friend Angie has always had super neat handwriting and Mrs. Stubel got like, obsessed with her notecards and asked if she could borrow them for something. When we got our grades back a few weeks later, Angie had points taken off for not having notecards.
And then her teaching just…didn’t happen. She’d never stay on a topic, she’d always get herself distracted! We were not learning anything. And like, this wasn’t a class of advanced smart kids that loved to learn. By all accounts we should’ve been thrilled. But it got out of hand. It got to points where we had to start teaching lessons to ourselves, asking teacher from other grades for help, always coming home in tears, complaining constantly to our parents and the principal because this woman wasn’t teaching us anything. There were two kids who asked her multiple times for extra help, and she told them each time to ‘talk to me after school’, but then she’d leave immediately after school so they wouldn’t be able to talk to her. They finally brought up the issue in the middle of class and she had a breakdown, yelling about how nobody ever thinks that maybe the teacher has a lot of work to do, and maybe she’s entitled to taking off early, but when we tried to argue she shouldn’t schedule meetings and then break them off in the name of relaxation, she stormed out of the room and tried to get the principal to give us detention. (Which, like, our school didn’t even do, and she was the only one in the wrong during this situation) We are still in September at this point, and already at least ten kids have parents considering transferring them to another school. (And remember, there was only 19 of us, and most of the class had been together since preschool, so that was a big deal).
Then, she starts coming in with all the weird bruises. All the Moms™ immediately started gossiping that her husband had to be beating her, and that’s why she was so screwy in the head. But the way she talked about her husband made it seem like he *might* be dead, and we actually did witness her fall and smack her head into a doorknob once, so no one really knew what to believe. (Also, I’m not trying to imply that abuse would make someone crazy or ‘damaged’ or anything, this is just what was being said. I think they were trying to turn her into a more sympathetic character, because if you feel sorry for her you don’t have to hate her for frustrating your kids so much, and Hate Is A Bad Emotion.)
Also…this woman and Emily Dickinson.
She talked about Emily Dickinson every chance she could get. None of us knew who Emily Dickinson really was before she got there and you could see in her mind it was a capitol offense. She found out the curriculum didn’t have room to cover her (because like, we had a text book), and was way too upset about it. She started reading her poems whenever she found the time (usually somewhere in history class), and always gave us very detailed accounts about her dressing up as Emily and reading her poetry at the library.
Now, two things to note here:
The library did not hire her to do this. She would literally just get in the mood, put on an Emily Dickinson costume that she made by herself, drive to different libraries, and just read poetry out loud to everyone there until someone eventually asked her to leave.
The way she described these events…her tone, the look on her face, her posture…you could just tell that she was getting some sort of sexual gratification out of this? Like dressing up as Emily Dickinson in public and reading her sad poems is really what got this lady’s jollies rocking? Got her all hot and bothered? Which is…a lot, but why would you tell a bunch of seventh graders about it holy shit. What about that sounds like a good idea! What about that turns you back on!
So anyway, we learned a lot about Emily Dickinson against our will.
One of the Davids™ was reading a book for pleasure- which shouldn’t have been a shocker, a lot of kids always had books on them, but Stubel got really interested and asked if she could borrow it from him. He was like ‘sure, after I finish it?’ but she took it that day. He asked her for it back for like five weeks straight.
Okay, so the school was trying some dorky thing to promote ~togetherness~ or some virtue or something, I don’t remember the specifics of why, but each class had to make a huge themed poster and hang it on the wall outside the classroom. Which was like, whatever, not the most thrilling project but at least it allowed us to be productive vs just sitting there as the teacher runs about the room rambling about her family vacation from four years ago. Mrs. Stubel decided we needed a quirky nickname and after like three days of deliberation we were christened “Stubel’s Special Strudels”!
(points for alliteration or whatever, but no one actually voted for that and what exactly do strudels have to do with Catholicism? It became a big running joke amongst the kids)
Also, in case you were wondering, she didn’t explain the assignment correctly to us- so every other class had like these beautiful, artistic, well-themed and put together posters, while ours was just…literally a bunch of shit thrown together on paper. Nothing fit with each other, it was literally embarrassing to look at.
But then…she wouldn’t drop the strudel thing. Like she kept bringing it up. She got really into strudels and would just tell us random shit about them. Finally, someone jokes that we should get strudels one day for a party (like instead of a pizza party), and she’s Freaking Out and On Board. She really wants to buy us strudels and have a breakfast party now. She talked about it for like two days straight.
So like… you know in school when you would have a pizza party, usually the teacher would buy it? That’s how they always happened in my experience (not counting the last day of 10th grade when some kid had pizza delivered to the school for lunch but it didn’t get there until math class lol). But especially in grade school? Like if it wasn’t a PTA made party that’s super organized, the school would buy the food, right? Right?
Yeah, so she was like, if this is happening you guys need to give me the money. Just give me the money and then I’ll pick them up on my way to work!! And after some arguing some kids are on board. Strudels should only cost a couple dollars right?
And she’s like, oh no, I’m gonna get them from this high end bakery near my house so it’ll be special, but they’re not cheap and it’ll be a big order! I’m gonna need like fifteen dollars from each of you!
And at this point I’m just like…lady. Come on.
But she keeps insisting. She’s not gonna go until every student in class pays up.
And I’m like…I’m poor. I don’t even like strudel. And some of the less-naïve kids are siding with me.
And then she pulls that “you guys are just spoiling all the fun for your classmates” shit, like the naïve kids who already paid up, so it gets to the point where we just gotta cave and give her the money.
(I ended up stealing it out of my Crazy Bitch Aunt’s wallet so it’s whatever, I guess.)
And then of course, shockingly enough, every morning she was met with “where are the strudels?” and every morning she went wide eyed, slapped her forehead and yelled in embarrassed horror “I totally forgot! Tomorrow, guys, I promise!”
Honestly, with how scatterbrained and confused she always was…like to this day I can’t tell you with 100% certainty whether she hustled us or was just actually forgetting about the damn pastries, I choose to lean towards the hustled us side because that’s just the type of people I’m used to, but if I found out it was innocent forgetfulness I wouldn’t exactly be surprised.
She couldn’t handle more than one person talking at a time. Like, we’d have break periods, or group work, or something and all the talking made her go wide-eyed and batty. She’d look overworked and anxious and would be darting around the room trying to do work or something but she couldn’t focus and she’d yell at anyone who tried to talk to her directly. I remember one time she was using this boys desk for something so he asked “where am I supposed to sit?” and she snapped “Sit on the ceiling for all I care!”. And this kid was the Class Clown™ , so he immediately grabbed a chair in one hand and started climbing the bookcase to try and reach the ceiling. She’s standing right next to this and doesn’t even notice. He got all four chair legs planted on the ceiling and was trying to somehow maneuver his way into the chair (I really don’t know what the plan was exactly- he was really tall and it was a small building, so I think he probably had the idea that if he can get his body upside down and in the chair, and stretch out his arms like a hand-stand to hold onto bookcase, he could arguably sit on the ceiling.) but he slipped. Crashed into my desk and the two desks next to me, knocked over the book case, broke the chair in half and hit the desks with enough force to knock them down lower. It was hilarious. Everyone was loosing their shit cracking up (he was fine) and it still took Stubel like five minutes to notice his lying out across the desks right in front of her eyes. She was pissed but how did she miss any of it in the first place? She was barely being helpful in whatever it was she was trying to do.
This was the year the Phillies were going to the World Series, and all the grades were having a Phillies Rally in the cafeteria so a news crew was coming to the school and each class was supposed to come up with fun little cheers for them to broadcast. Multiple cheer ideas were presented to her and she vetoed all of them, someone even suggested just singing the damn eagles theme song with replaced words and calling it a day but she vetoed that too, she was very adamant that she could come up with a cheer all by herself and it’ll be the best one (whoever had the best cheer was winning like an ice cream day or something idk). And then like…literally five minutes before the rally she just hands us signs with the letters and was like ‘we’re just gonna spell out Phillies it will be cute won’t it my strudels???’. We were the weakest class there, predictably. I think we lost to the kindergarteners. There might still be a video online of me yelling “i “ passionately at the top of my lungs. It was online bc our cheer was so bland the news crew cut it out of the broadcast.
I literally can’t say enough about how she never taught us anything. She’d be going on some tangent about how she doesn’t understand the science behind skiing, and I’d be like “Okay yes but please can you just tell me where Romania is on a map???” And she’d start fights whenever someone actually wanted to learn. It was so easy to get her angry but so hard for her to stay on topic. Kids started teaching the class themselves! Like seriously, she’d be rambling and one of us would just go up to the podium, open the teacher’s guide textbook and just start reading out loud and talking over her. By the time she noticed we’d be halfway through a lesson. And we understood it better than when she tried! You know something’s wrong when pre-teens are more qualified for a job than an adult who supposedly went to school for this.
We were in the church having run-throughs for our upcoming Confirmation and she almost set the church on fire…fifteen different times. In less than half an hour. How hard is it to hold a candle?
Okay, and here’s when stuff starts kicking up. It was October 28th, a Tuesday, and it was our last day of school that week because they were having parent-teacher conferences the rest of the week. So we were just hanging out, watching movies in class and reading (lord knows we weren’t learning), and Stubel calls me over to her desk.
So like, she had given everyone little bags with candy for Halloween, but I get up there and she hands me an extra one. And she’s like “Molly I know your birthday is tomorrow and I bought you a present but I left it on my coffee table this morning by accident! So just have the candy for now!”
And I’m like….”Ma’am I’m like, the sixth birthday this year. You didn’t give anyone else presents?”
And she goes “Oh, I know but this is a special secret surprise. I just know you’re gonna love it! Do you wanna stop by my house later this week to pick it up or should I just give it to you Monday after school?”
And like…In writing this sounds like a non-threatening exchange, and like, it was, but I felt so uncomfortable holy shit. I’m looking over my shoulder and shooting my friends SOS signals. Something about this felt so weird in my gut omfg. I told her thanks and I’d just see her Monday.
So we flash forward to Wednesday- my 13th birthday, the day the Phillies won the world series, and also the day my mother innocently strolled into the school for her meeting only to be met with screaming, the sound of heavy destruction, and the school secretary Mrs. Daily running at her in a panic, waving her arms and yelling “YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED GET IN MY OFFICE NOW!”
So my poor mother, who thought she could handle this whole meeting in a few minutes and barely be an hour late for work, is now barricaded in the front office with the school secretary, as the noises from down the hall get louder and louder. The woman explains that they had gotten so many complaints about Mrs. Stubel that this morning, when she got to the school, the principal Sister Patricia called her in and said “Listen, we need you to be professional and still have the parent conferences, but we have to let you go. We just don’t think you fit in well here, and the kids need to come first and feel comfortable in their school.” and like, I’m paraphrasing because I wasn’t there, but we all know she was very polite and professional about it.
Mrs. Stubel, however…was not.
She flipped her chair and stormed out of the office, and locks herself in the seventh grade classroom. She started wrecking the shit out of that place, screaming obscenities and the top of her lungs, they had to call the cops on her! She was locked in there for almost an hour! And let me just give you a nice little list of everything she did in that classroom:
Smashed three windows.
Threw everything off her desk and carved swear words all over it.
Got cleaning fluid that she knew would damage the chalk boards, smeared it all over.
Cracked the chalk boards by repeatedly smashing chairs against them.
Wrote swear words all over the walls and on desks
Went into students desks, ripped up their books.
Stole my glasses. (which were in my desk bc I only used them in class at the time)
Threw some desks around.
Carved swear words into the boards. (there was so much carving I’m assuming she just had a knife on her person, which has to lead to the question, did she have a knife on her while she was in class with us?)
Physically ripped the hooks to hang backpacks on out of the wall.
Knocked the closet door off it’s hinges.
Ripped up all the books in the bookcases and threw their pages all around the room.
Wrote lewd phrases inside student’s desks.
Broke multiple chairs.
Used her podium as a battering ram against the wall that’s in front of where the backpacks go. (the wall won but Damage Was Inflicted)
Set a fire in the trash can.
When the principal and other teachers started trying to get in, she tossed her rolling chair at the door to scare them off.
She was screaming curse words at the top of her lungs the entire time, and cursing the school and the kids and the principal and the church in general, and the school building was small, so all the parents and the smaller children that had to come to the meetings (who were locked in their respective classrooms in fear) heard everything.
So much more? But it’s 4:30 in this morning and this list is already long.
So my mom is in the front office and deadass the
entire police force
shows up, running down the hallway to the classroom yelling at her to stop, and it takes a while for them to get her out holy shit. They knocked down the door and she tried to escape out of one of the broken windows! But they got her and dragged her out.
So of course, in such a small school with very involved parents this shit spread like wildfire. The entire town knew within the day. The poor principal called the newly retired old-seventh grade teacher and was like “So we…need some help” and the lady was like “I already heard I’ll be there Monday” omfg. I remember I got a text from one of my classmates saying “if your birthday wish was for us to be set free from the beast I love you” omfg.
So, we eventually go back to school on Monday and everyone’s buzzing. The principal has us go to the cafeteria and she ‘delicately’ explains the situation, and that the old teacher is coming out of retirement for us, the school has a restraining order against Mrs. Stubel now and that she’s sorry we had to deal with this mess. Our classroom had to go under some heavy reconstruction before we could be let back in there, so for like two weeks we alternated between the cafeteria and the preschooler’s classroom, we had no books or anything, just provided loose-leaf paper and pens. It was like, surreal, but everyone was just so happy to be rid of her and to be in the presence of a competent teacher omfg. We eventually were able to get back into our usual classroom.
It took a while for things to go completely back to normal, though. After the big spectacle she made, for weeks after she was fired we were all very scared of the possibility of Mrs. Stubel returning to the school with a gun in hand. It was always a topic we whispered about at lunch with wide eyes and shivers. Like…genuine nightmare scenario.
About two weeks after she was fired, a boy in the back of the classroom gasped loudly during SSR, and when we all looked at him, he whispered in anger “She never gave us our freakin’ strudels!”
About three months after she was fired, we were lined up at the door to go to Library when a few of us looked through the windows and saw something darting through the trees. It was fast and we couldn’t make anything out, so we let it drop. When the class and teacher returned half and hour later, the book she had borrowed months before from one of the boys was sitting on his desk. It was just laying there, the room was silent, nothing had been disturbed…but I have never seen a book look so threatening. People were freaking out. Someone kept insisting that she turned the book into a bomb. No one figure out how she got in the school, and no one could figure out how she got it on the right desk, as we had switched the seating arrangement since she had last been there.
A full six months after she had left, it was nearing the end of the school year and our class was dicking around during our last computer class. Someone found a website (that we weren’t allowed to be on) that pulls up any police records attached to whoever’s name you enter, so someone decided to search Mrs. Stubel as a joke. We ended up finding out she had like six DUI’s.
Aaaaand that’s the story of the horrendous teacher I had for two months in 7th grade. One of my favorite party stories but tbh she still haunts me™ .
When the Beast learns that Belle’s birthday is coming up, he has no idea what to do. He wants to surprise her with something special, but he’s worried that, after the library, anything he gives her might seem anticlimactic.
Then one day as they’re reading together, she admits that, while she’s read a lot of Shakespeare, she’s never actually seen one of his plays performed. Not a lot of opportunity for attending the theater in her village. She sounds pretty disappointed about that, which gives the Beast an idea…
On her birthday, he leads her to the ballroom, where he and the servants have put together an impromptu stage, with curtains and everything. He roped some of the servants into playing roles from Much Ado About Nothing. Lumiere plays a very melodramatic Claudio, Cogsworth was guilted into playing the villainous Don John (he complained endlessly about it but then ended up getting very seriously into character).
The Beast then hands Belle a script and tells her she’s Beatrice tonight.
Their production is admittedly a little disorganized, especially since most the characters are being played by sentient household objects, but their audience (consisting of Mrs. Potts and the rest of the kitchen staff) is very forgiving. The Beast is suddenly nervous about casting himself as Benedick (is it going to be awkward playing her love interest?) but Belle tells him afterward as they take their bows that he did a wonderful job.
And she can’t remember the last time she had so much fun.
Imagine Yuuri and Victor going through this cycle of Yuuri getting constantly annoyed by how perfect Victor is until he gets a call out of the blue and Victor has managed to do the most unimaginably dorky, embarrassing thing. " Yuuri, don't freak out, but I got a nosebleed in the store and I managed to get on some white towels and the floor I think? The manager's been using the intercom to ask if anyone is injured and I think security is looking for me but I'm hiding in a clothes rack."
I see these two words being used interchangeably and they can’t really be used that way. An interpretation and a headcanon are two very different animals. By way of illustrating, here we have canon proof that Dean thinks “Charles in Charge” was Scott Baio at his peak. And that’s as far as canon goes. Viewers interpret this scene in many different ways, based on their own experiences and their previous interpretations of Dean Winchester.
For myself, I interpret ‘peak Baio’ to mean Scott Baio’s physical peak, which means Dean was commenting on how attractive he thinks Scott Baio is during his run in “Charles in Charge”. Which means he notices attractive men. I interpret this to mean he enjoys looking at attractive men because he is attracted to men. I know from other canon events that Dean is also attracted to women. And therefore, using this scene as one example, I interpret Dean as bi. That is my interpretation. Since audiences are meant to view canon events and interpret them, that is a valid interpretation.
In contrast, someone else might watch this scene and interpret that Dean meant it was Scott Baio at his peak of fame. Which means Dean has watched “Charles in Charge” and whatever other work Baio has done. Maybe someone interprets it as a disparaging comment about Scott Baio because Dean is not a fan. Maybe it’s a compliment because Dean is a fan, just like he’s a fan of the show Dr. Sexy, M.D. That’s a perfectly valid interpretation.
On to headcanons. Sticking with the Scott Baio theme… my headcanon is that Dean watched ‘Charles in Charge’ in reruns when he was a teenager, and although he didn’t acknowledge any sort of crush on Baio like he did when he watched the women on Baywatch, he found himself appreciating Baio’s physical attributes and couching it in being a fan, much like he does with Dr. Sexy and Gunnar Lawless the wrestler. That’s one of my headcanons, based on my interpretation of the scene with Billie.
Someone who saw this as a peak fame Baio comment, might headcanon that Dean enjoys watching old 80s television because he’s a dork like that and even as an adult, he hijacks the television and forces Sam to relieve the 80s while Sam rolls his eyes and tries to ignore the laugh tracks while he reads about serial killers. That’s a headcanon too.
Media is meant to be interpreted by individual viewers. So when we interpret, we’re doing exactly what creators intend for us to do. We all have interpretations, and some of us make headcanons based on those interpretations. And whether it’s an interpretation or a headcanon based on an interpretation, it’s valid.
I saw this textpost here by dear-enjolras-hansen and was inspired to make a bmc sky high au! I remember watching the movie as a kid and loving it. But, yeah, go read the DEH one cause it’s real fun and cute!
His mind control powers only came to him in his junior year, and they’re not full brainwashing
Basically he can’t actually force people to do something, but he can place powerful feelings of wanting to do it in the person’s head
His telepathy is full blown though and he can’t turn it on or off
But when he gets flustered or goes through strong emotions other people’s thoughts get jumbled in with his own and he can’t really tell the difference
His telepathy only came in sophomore year so freshman year he was powerless and therefore placed as a sidekick
Even in sophomore year his telepathy was kind of useless in combat so it wasn’t until junior year when his mind control kicked in that he was moved up to hero
He’s always felt really inadequate and weak because of his powers or lack therefore of
The fact that he can hear people’s snide thoughts about him also put a dent in his self esteem
He got called creep a lot because people accused him of purposefully listening in on their thoughts
Once he got moved up to hero people started to like him a lot more though
He initially lets it go to his head and basically abandons Michael and Christine
Buuuut eventually he snaps out of it and realises he’s been a dick
(His guilty pleasure is listening in to Michael think about dorky things like video games and poptarts)
The only time he ever used his mind control outside of combat was to guide people to the right questions during tests
Eventually they fiqured him out and he has to take exams after school now
Realised end of sophomore year he’s in love with Michael
Realises that all of Michael’s thoughts are less bromantic and more romantic
Runs up to Michael last day before spring break and declares his love in the middle of the school hall
They kiss and there’s no voices in his head for a moment
Sooo everybody thinks it’s going to be technopathy but it’s actually sound manipulation
It’s pretty cool, he can make really good music with it
He can also kind of use it in combat like Coach Boomer
Basically he can use sound waves as a physical force
But he fails to portray that in initiation so he gets put as a sidekick
He isn’t too bothered about it because, hey, he’s got Jeremy
And that girl Christine seems nice
His powers came to him in middle school so he’s basically known since then he wants to go into composing
He spends his free time hanging out with Jeremy and Christine, making music, and researching 90s super heroes and sidekicks
Even though he’s doesn’t become popular until him and Jeremy make up after their fight, ever since first year he’s been hired as the DJ for every major event at school
He writes sappy love songs dedicated to Jeremy and only lets Christine and Chloe listen to them
They’re really good
One day Jeremy finds them and like… Michael basically dies of embarrassment
It’s all good though cause it ends in happy making out
Doesn’t actually really care all that much about superheros or superpowers
He’s more interested in human culture
He’s one of the only kids at their school that doesn’t immediately judge people by their powers
It was actually only a week before the start of her freshman year that her powers came to her
She can shapeshift into any animal or human
But she really hates using her powers for combat so she was placed as a sidekick
This is mostly due to the fact that during initiation she only shapeshifted into a toucan, a bunny, and Lindsey Lohan
She shapeshifts a lot
Christine aint afraid to use her powers basically every ten minutes
She just loves changing randomly into a gecko
She’ll often change herself to look like Jake to confuse people
Jake finds it absolutely hilarious
She also likes to play harmless pranks on people
Like everything’s normal and then BAM elephant in the canteen
One time she changed into a frog and snuck into Chloe’s school bag to surprise her
Needless to say she was almost turned into an icicle by accident
Even though she’s a sidekick and not really in any popular circles, everybody likes her so she’s kind of friends with everybody
She’s really close friends with Jeremy and Michael though so she confides mostly in them and vice versa
She’s super close with Jenna after junior year as well so they have kind of a queer platonic relationship going on
For three years she’s had to hear about Michael’s ‘unrequited’ love for Jeremy and then when they finally got together Jake tells her he’s got a massive crush on Rich
And she’s just like crying to Jenna “Why do people ask me for relationship advice, I’m demiromantic, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing!”
This boi is pyrokinetic!
His powers came to him during the summer holidays before sophomore year
When he came back he showed off like nobody’s business and they moved him up to hero
He’s popular but everybody is lowkey scared of him
Then one day at a party he has a mental break down due to stress of family life and identity crises and all this shit
And he accidentally burned down Jake’s house and put him and Jake in hospital
After that he was super afraid of using his powers at all and was at risk of being moved down to sidekick again which would absolutely crush his self esteem
It was actually Jeremy that came up to him and sat him down and let him talk out all his emotions
The next day Jeremy took Jake aside and told him how guilty Rich feels
Rich and Jake have a long conversation about it and Jake tells him that just because he messed up once doesn’t mean he should stop using his powers
Rich gets mental health support and starts building up his life again
And all his friends are there to support him as he does
He also realises he’s bi
Makes an appalling amount of fire puns
Has a tiny crush on Jake and ends up going to prom with him
They spend the night together and after that start dating
It’s pretty good
Rich used to bully Jeremy about his powers but now they’re an really good terms
Him and Brooke basically talk to eachother about everything
She just gets him so they have a close platonic relationship
One year they went as a sexy angel and sexy devil for halloween
(Rich was the devil)
Super speed/Super strength
Immediately put as a hero without having to do initiation because of his parents
Jake’s had his powers since he was like ten so he knows how to use them really well
In school, people with more than one super power are already admired, that’s why Jeremy suddenly became really popular when he realised he could use mind control
But Jake’s just naturally an awesome guy
He’s basically the most popular guy in sky high
He prefers using his super speed more than his super strength but he’s well trained in both
Pretty much set for life since his mums were both well known superheros
He’s following in their footsteps
Already stopped a few small bank robberies
Dated Chloe all throughout freshman year
Broke up with her when he realised he was only with her because they were both the ‘most popular girl/boy in school’
Dated Brooke for a bit in sophomore year and then went on a few dates with Christine in junior year
Drunkenly made out with Jeremy one time during Jeremy’s ‘popular’ phase
Basically he’s hooked up with a bunch of kids at school
Because he’s seen as the ‘golden boy’, he feels a lot of pressure to do well as well as keep up his image to his classmates
Turns to sex and alcohol for stress release
He had a problem and refused to get help but after he almost burned to death and was put in hospital it was kind of like a wake up call for him
He got his shit together and he still regularly goes to AA meetings
Gets an extreme puppy love crush on Rich their senior year
Keeps doing things like lifting up benches or running to catch footballs on the other side of the school to try and impress him
It works out well in the end
Really good friends with Brooke, Chloe and Jenna
They make him carry their shopping bags and sometimes them when they go shopping
She’s had her powers since the end of elementary school so she’s really talented with using them
She can kick ass in combat but also uses her powers to create ice sculptures and cool her drinks up in the summer
Put as hero no question
Best at combat in sky high behind Jake
On her way to becoming a great superhero
Is often called ‘Ice Queen’
She likes it and is thinking of using it for her alias
Has to deal with a lot of Elsa jokes
She just freezes people to get them to shut the fuck up about it
Loves to pair up with Rich during training
Watching them spar is spectacular
Her, Brooke, Rich and Jake are all training buddies
In her senior year she becomes basically best friends with Michael
They sit and bitch about people while listening to Michael’s latest composition
After Brooke and Jake broke up Chloe and Brooke started up a ‘friends with benefits thing’
Then Chloe realised she was actually in love with Brooke and wanted to cuddle and kiss her non-sexually
So she puts up a massive ice sculpture outside Brooke’s house one day junior year that says ‘BE MY GIRLFRIEND’
They become a couple
Has been close friends with Jenna since they were kids, and even though she acts like she’s perpetually annoyed by her, Chloe is super overprotective of Jenna
Like she’s overprotective of all her friends (especially Brooke), but like it’s really noticeable with Jenna
Once knocked a guy out for making fun of Jenna being a sidekick
She’s a very angry teen just cause of social and academic pressure, as well as her crippling insecurity
When she’s super angry she’ll storm off to be alone
And just sit and let the things around her slowly be overtaken by frost and ice
Turns lakes into ice rinks in the summer for her and her friends to skate on
Brooke’s had her powers since she was a baby
Her parents had to put an extra secure cage on her cot so that she would stop whizzing around her room at midnight
She also had to be put on a child leash for her toddler years
She loves flying so much
Hardly ever walks anywhere
Just floats around like 3 cm off the ground
She’s great in combat and is expected to be a superhero in the future
But she has her heart set on being a trainer
The spotlight kind of freaks her out so she’s much happier supporting people instead
Has been pining over Chloe since middle school and when she wakes up to see the ice sculpture in her garden she flies down from her bedroom window and scoops Chloe up superman style and kisses her
When she gets upset she flies up to a really high cloud and just kind of… sits there and cries
She like to fly around with Christine when she’s shapeshifted into a bird
She gets called ‘airhead’ a lot as a joke and even though she laughs along it makes her quite self conscious about her intelligence
She just feels like everybody always only sees her power when they look at her and not her
BFFs with Rich
Even though she’s scared to stand up for herself she’ll protect her friends against bullies
If anybody makes fun of any of her friends she takes their school bag or some other possession and puts it on the roof of the school
And then refuses to get it down for them
Nobody expected it because everybody forgets the fact that Jenna is actually super smart
She’s super good with any kind of technology, but especially mobile devices
Constantly has her phone with her
Is initially placed as hero in freshman year but she mostly uses her powers to snoop on people’s group chats and the school’s secrets
Cause she could not give less of a shit about being a superhero
She gets moved down to sidekick halfway through freshman year
The only thing she’s worried about is that her popularity is rapidly decreasing
She starts getting left out of loads of shit because being a sidekick means you’re a loser, basically
But she manages to crawl her way back up the social ladder due to her friendships with Chloe, Brooke and Jake
But everybody just completely labels her as a sidekick tagging along behind a group of heroes
So she always just assumes that people are friends with her out of pity or to utilise her power in some way
It takes a lot of time and reassurance from her friends to realise that that isn’t the case
She actually starts to care about her future in like sophomore year and starts to work hard on training with her powers and her grades
End of senior year she gets an offer to work with the government which she takes
Really close friends with Christine
They move in together after high school
They’re quite codependent on each other but not in an unhealthy way
They’re just super close
The lines between a platonic and romantic relationship between them are blurred
Close friends with Chloe and texts her about every piece of gossip she hears
Favourite hobby is hacking into homophobes/transphobes/racists/etc blogs and changing them to look like foot fetish blogs
I may have to write a fic of this… But yeah. BMC Sky High AU
i love rupert giles so much but one of my favorite moments is the level of Not Caring he’s at in late s3 after he’s been fired from the council. wesley’s sword fighting him? cool, he’s gonna read a newspaper. everyone’s talking about the prom? there’s giles in the corner turned up to Snark Level Five. wesley’s trying to boss everyone around? giles exchanges a look with buffy and she goes off and follows his instructions. he literally could not care less
Genre: Romance, Fluff POV: Reader’s and Zach’s (POVs are stated before a section.)
A/N: Hello guys! This is a 2-Part story and both parts are from different requests. This is actually a bit different from the request below but I just really wanted to connect both requests so yup haha. I hope you guys enjoy!
Request: I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where Zach is just hopelessly in love with the reader, he does dorky things to see her smile, his friends always tease him when she walks by, she always catches him staring at her during class or lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool when she’s near but he always fails and is just super cute, just super fluffy.
“Y/N! Y/N LOOK! LOOK!” Zach says through his mouth full of chicken tenders while he sat in front of me.
“Look how many chicken tenders I can fit in my mouth!” he continues as he tries to get my attention and I look at him in disgust, but it was pretty impressive too if I’m being completely honest.
“Zachary stop it, you look like an idiot.” I reply as I go back to reading my History notes. I promised myself that I’ll do better after failing our most recent quiz.
“I’m not going to stop until I see a smile on your face. Stop getting so bothered by that stupid quiz! There’s always 10 more after that anyway.” he says as he removes the chicken from his mouth one by one, chewing the others in the process.
“I need to keep my grades high, you know this, or else my parents will be so disappointed in me.” I reply as I become even more upset, I lean my head down on my notes.
“You’re already the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect girl. No one can ever be disappointed in someone like you. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, you don’t even see how amazing you are.” he says and I lift my head up to face him.
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I say as lean my chin on my right hand while pouting and Zach gets a sip of my milkshake. When he parted the glass from his mouth, a white vanilla foam moustache was left on his upper lip. He looked like one of those History people we learn about. I purse my lips while trying to hide the obvious smile on my face.
“A-HA! Is that a smile?! I see a smile! Yes! I made you smile!” he beams, fists pumping up in the air.
“You really are an idiot.” I reply as I shake my head at him and hand him a tissue.
“It’s fine. I don’t mind acting like an idiot as long as I can make you happy.” he says while munching on a french fry and I scoff at him.
Zach Dempsey has been my bestfriend ever since we were in 3rd grade when I gave him a sip of my strawberry milk and he threw up all over me shortly after. That was the first time I found out about his very sad allergy. It’s a classic story between him and I. Since then, we’ve been inseparable.
Being bestfriends with one of the most popular guys in school means you’re also friends with the people around him. You get invited to all the cool parties, you get VIP passes at every school event and people automatically think you’re more important than you actually are. It was great, but not always. I missed being with Zach, just him, just the two of us and it was moments like right now that I treasure most.
“Oh by the way, we’re all going to see the new Fast and Furious movie tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7 okay?” Zach suddenly asks.
“Please don’t tell me that obnoxious friend of yours will be coming too.” I say as I roll my eyes.
“Bryce? No no, Justin didn’t invite him.” he replies with a laugh.
“Alright then I’m in!” I answer and get back to reading my History notes.
The next day
I stood by my locker as I get the books I need for next period. Great, I thought to myself, Physics next, my least favorite subject. I sigh in disappointment as I shut my locker door. I turn to my right and a smiling Zach Dempsey was leaning on the locker next to mine.