drawing in class is always cool

Signs as Teachers

Aries: Passionate teacher whose eyes light up when people answer questions and start debates. Grades papers in so much detail it’s annoying. Assigns “going outside” as homework. Absolutely loves Kahoot quizzes.

Taurus: Procrastinates on marking papers, and when a student doodles on the worksheet, they complete the doodle. Rewards students with chocolate every time they get a question right.

Gemini: Students always look forward to their entertaining lessons. Lethal levels of sass and always has cool stories to share. Super neat handwriting and always carries around their personal whiteboard marker collection.

Cancer: Soft-spoken teacher who often gets drowned out by the class. Can be super strict and fierce when pissed off. Cute handwriting and draws smiley faces on every worksheet.

Leo: Loud and intimidating. Their powerpoint slides are always aesthetically-pleasing with great font choices. Has the best studying strategies.

Virgo: Strict when marking papers, examines each paper down the very last detail. Hates students with illegible handwriting, but their lessons are very enriching. Always on time to class, and always dismisses students exactly on time.

Libra: Fashionable teacher who has a different outfit every single day. Treats the students like friends, and very very approachable. Often discusses problems with students over a cup of coffee, their treat.

Scorpio: Their handwriting is absolute chicken scratch. Loves marking in green ink for no apparent reason. Very supportive and often comes up with weird-ass lesson plans.

Sagittarius: The teacher who doesn’t bother with lesson plans. Spontaneously shows videos completely unrelated to the class at hand. Often dismisses the students early.

Capricorn: Marks every paper on time, and their handwriting varies everytime. Ships students and bases their seating plans off their ships.

Aquarius: The teacher who often forgets important stuff, but remembers random facts slightly related to the lesson. Doesn’t bother to bring stationery at all, and their laptop is almost always at 10% battery.

Pisces: Shady teacher who students don’t know a single thing about. Wears either an all-pastel outfit or a totally black outfit. Has cool stationery that they often lend to students.

MBTI types as Teenager

ISTJ: start playing an instrument, talk when necessary, don’t like high school too much
ESTJ: responsable, probably have part-time job, do traditional school activities (team sport, band, laboratories)
ISFJ: quite, aware of the world around them, good at pratical activities, make their group of friends
ESFJ: sensitive with others, navigate in school activities, probably popular (in some way), know many people but have few close friends
INFJ: do well in school, occupated with something that involves music or writing, sometimes moody, have their way to be rebel
ENFJ: very sensitive to others opinion and emotion, make volonteering, start programing future and college
INFP: want to be accepted, insicure of abilities, don’t like school that much, feel alone at time
ENFP: good at making friends, begin to be more introspective, love outdoor sport, stressed out about school
INTJ: procrastinate home work for more interesting things, seen as wise and smart, fight with social skills (but have few friend)
ENTJ: select group of friends, become somehow rebellious, argue with adults (even teachers)
INTP: still misunderstood, very sarcastic, get lost in their mind during class, honest, don’t care much about criticism of others
ENTP: “smart guy, poor student” (ok not always), ironic, optimistic, need alone time, funny, a joker
ESTP: try figured out what to do in future, keep emotion to theirselves, act like everything is ok, athletic
ISTP: low profile, cool, share information of their interest, like physical sports, challenge themselves with various experience
ISFP: insicure, moody, observing, shy, express throught creative activities (music and drawing especially)
ESFP: have a lot of evergy, interested in music and drama stuff, want to try everything, make friends with anyone

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[´。✪ω✪。`]- Revelmode - #FinalFanartFriday

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Last picture redraw of Revelmode. I reallly,sincerely loved them and supported the crew since the beginning.I believed in them more than i believe in everything else hehe! All their charity donations, streams and events ,i’m genuinely sad it had to be ended so fast.

 Side story / I participated to every single of their #FanartFriday (i missed the first one but eh). Sometimes missing 1 or two nights of sleep or drawing during classes but waAhtever. That was every week a creative and challenging event .Some adrenaline for an artist like me!

tbh,I think ,no, i’m deadly 100% sure that the community manager was Felix. (At least,for the first months,before recruiting a new one.) I guess that’s him who originally had this idea of #FanartFriday and i’d like to personally thanks him for that. i had a blast from the beginning to the end ! It’s hard to find every week a new theme.Sometimes it’s cool,sometimes it’s weird! However,that was always entertaining! 

Thanks for everything !  ٩(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)۶

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[Day 1] TF2 30 Days Drawing Challenge

Oh dear I finally get some chance to draw something! From this challenge!

Day 1: Your favorite character

My favorite character is Medic! I love playing as him. I always love playing support characters, they’re the most fun class to play (to me at least). To help your teammates, keeping them alive ‘til victory. It’s very satisfying. And Medic’s personality is so much interesting.


Though, I’m having hard time drawing him ahaha.


I wish I have cool hats one day…

“Kindergarten” game headcanons!

Kid (The main character):

- pretty clumsy.

- Saw too much detectives movies.

- Some people may say that he is a time traveler.

- After the game ended, his only friends were Nugget,Lily and Billy.

- He wants to be a detective when he’ll get older.


Nugget:

- HAIL SATAN!

- His real name is Nathan.

- Addicted to fast-food.

- Has a huge crush on Lily (It’s already known. It’s a canon.)

- Every day he used to buy water lilies and put them on Lily’s desk anonymously.

- He wants to be an author or an artist when he’ll get older.


Cindy:

- Love dogs.

- Flirty as hell.

- She’s just a child version of the “Heathers”.

- Wants to be a famous dancer.


Monty:

- Kuudere.

- A huge fan of “Heathers-The musical” and “Gorillaz”.

- The smartest kid at class.

- “Sleep is for the weak!”

- Nerdy as hell.

- Wants to have friends, but don’t know how to deal with them.

- He has autism. (It’s not bad. I support autistic people. I got the Idea when one of my classmates saw me drawing him and say that he looks like he has autism.)

- Wants to be a businessman.


Jerome:

- Very rich.

- His father (the principal) isn’t noticing him (Poor kid.).

- Has a crush on Monty.

- Thinks he is too cool for school.

- Pretty good singer.

- Wants to be a director.


Buggs:

- Pretty much lonely.

- Tried to steal money from Monty, but Jerome always stopped him.

- Has a crush on Cindy.

- Every time his parents had a fight, he used to lock himself in his bedroom. (Poor kid:<)

-He maybe a bully, but he needs a hug.

-Wants to be rich.


Lily:

- Can kill you by feeding you with too much cinnamon rolls.

- A huge crybaby.

- Billy’s twin sister.

- After Billy went missing, Nugget tried to comfort her.

- If she had a weapon, she’ll revenge Cindy for EVERYTHING.

- MUST BE PROTECTED.

- Wants to be a psychologist.


Billy:

- Pretty shy.

- Have a crush on Kid. (He saved his life,so it’s pretty obvious.)

- Love memes.

- Cindy’s ex-boyfriend.

- Nugget’s best friend.

- The first person to know about Nugget’s feelings for his sister.

- Lily’s twin brother.

- Want’s to be a scientist.

insurge  asked:

Hi I need to ask If Meabhdbutsexii is your side blog or is a blog that is making fun of you?(im sorry I feel so stupid rn) cause idk If I should follow it or hate it XD

Hhaha, okay so there is a story to this. 

So I was in college one day and telling my friends some of the things people were saying about my art. They know its my biggest pet peeve when people just make annoying comments like, “Why don’t his arms look bigger/ have freckles/ why the hell haven’t you drawn that character in the exact way that I, a completely different person imagined that character that also coincidentally has wriggle room in regards to character design”. And my friends, bless them tend to get pissed on my behalf. And on this particular day, I think I had uploaded the WIP of Elide and Lorcan kissing (the height difference one?) and someone wrote something like that in one of the tags.

So, my dear friend Melissa, decided that she would do her own version of the same drawing but meeting the requirements that this blog wanted for a joke, and make it really grotesque and sexual (because ye are thirsty af on my drawings sometimes, which I find quite funny). So she was like “I’m giving the people what they want!” and meabhdbutsexii was born. So every now and again I’ll send Melissa a drawing that I’m almost finished and she’ll draw her version of it, and they are always awful and so funny. It’s just been this joke for ages, and like most of my class know about it and find it hilarious.

So, while it is a blog that’s making fun of me, it’s all good, I’m in on every joke.

This is her Instagram if you want to see it, she’s pretty cool

anonymous asked:

Can you imagine that being the silly boys they are, they just didn’t tell Rosie to call Sherlock ‘papa’? And time pases, and just they don’t. They evelope, they stay together, they start a really healthy -finally- relationship and Rosie gets bigger under their care but they just don’t tell Rosie that Sherlock is her dad too (1/16)

(because he does everything John does, even a bit more like doing her piggy tails perfectly -with those blue hair bands with tiny ballons pressed on them and yellow bee hair clips “she doesn’t need to combine them, she’s perfect even when she got your fashion sense”- and knowing which stories are her favorites one when she is two “come on, John, she stays 2 point 42 seconds longer up with you read to her that silly story about pigglets and the animal that blows their houses and not that one about the girl and the shoe! That’s quite smart actually, well done my dearest Watson”-). 

John is just scared that if he ask Sherlock to take this task, he’ll flee away and John just can’t live without him (no when he knows that Sherlock’s toes are twice as long than his or the warmth he feels in his chest when he catchs him wearing his sweaters when he’s sick “just because they’re warm”. John never tells him that he saw all of Sherlock’s sweaters in the back of the bottom drawer since John pointed this out). So no, he doesn’t. 

Sherlock doesn’t ask because he’s scared too. He’s lived alone and barely survived. He can’t live without John and Rosie (no when he knows that John uses this chamomile cream for his callused hands when he thinks that Sherlock can’t see him and make fun of him -he never sees, he smells but choose to never point this out. Sherlock guesses that must be some old child trauma, maybe his father, telling him not to be a “girl”- or how much honey Rosie needs in her tea when her throat is a bit hoarse). So no, he doesn’t ask. 

The three of them live in 221B, happily, I gotta say. Until Rosie is four and they can’t shut her off her pairs, so they inscribe her in this daycare near their house after Sherlock checked every single one of the kid’s parents. It’s easier than they think to tell her and it’s a bit more difficult for them, quieter definitely. But it is needed. They believe so. They both say “bye” to her (her favorite pink with yellow flowers dress, warm black leggings, shiny white shoes, cream sweater, and her favorite hairstyle), alongside with another parents crying. Sherlock doesn’t have time to deduce them until they see their -yes, their- baby -not so much little now- girl dissapear in a sea of kids, her yellow polka dot jacket and bees’ backpack into her new classroom.

Rosie never saw so many kids together in her life! I mean, her dad and Sherlock took her to the park almost everyday but they just never left her to her own devices. It was scary but a good scary -specially because Sherlock told her that they would come after her and fear not and there was also this girl, Amanda, a tan and all smiles girl, kept talking to her about her cats and her moms-. She knew that there were all kinds of families but never talked about it with a kid like her. Almost everyone had a dad and a mom, but Amanda had two moms and seemed a little confused about her dad and Sherlock. When she explained her day to day schedule (“do they hold each other’s hands?” “duh, of course they do!” “and they kiss each other?” “of course! Specially when Sherlock eats” “then you have two dads! That must be cool but I’ve to moms so I can tell you that having two moms is awesome–!”) there was no “Sherlock”, she must have looked so silly! Maybe so silly that it must be the reason why Sherlock looked at her funny sometimes -like that time he catched her trying to see how his violin worked or when she played doctor with her dad’s robe-, probably he wanted her to dedutce? Which one was the word?

Rosie was a Smart girl and in no time decided Sherlock’s new name, so when the class was over, with a little bit of help, she got all of her colors back in her tiny Hello Kitty case (she hoped her drawing was cool enough to get a place in the refrigerator) and her clothes while Mrs. Kleint explained them what they were going to do tomorrow. With the new drawing in her hand, she screamt as high and she could “PAPAAAAAAAAAAA” when she saw them standing in the middle -Sherlock height always helped- in her happy way, running with her chubby legs. John felt relieved, she missed him as much as he missed her but even when he opened his arms, he saw how she hugged Sherlock’s legs tight. 

Later that night, after long conversations and dinner, Rosie’s new drawing was the only thing in their refrigerator: Sherlock, John, Rosie and the ducks they fed on Saturdays with the tiny shaky scribble on top (help from Mrs. Kleint): -papa, dad, Rosie-. (16/16) Fin.

WOW!  That was so long and beautiful!  I signed online and was like “omg I have like seventeen asks, what did I do?  But it turned out it was only this lovely thing!  Thank you so much!!!  It’s precious!  <3

vimeo

So for the past few weeks I went on the SVA Pre-College Program for animation.We had a week of animation history class and figure drawing class and two weeks of animation class where we learned how to animate in tv paint and the process of animation production. I met so many cool people there and so many new things. Really, words can’t describe how much I’ll miss my friends and teachers at SVA and the experience I had will always be kept close to my heart.

Anyway, this is the final product of the animation class called “Family Job” It’s a sort of prologue of sort to my original characters that I’ve been working on and I’m really happy that I managed to finish it. Hopefully this is the start of many more animation works to come.

This came about from a joke during our talk with the leasing office manager. She asked for my full name and said it sounded like a Disney princess. My friend laughed and said no, more like a warrior, though not the cool mix like Mulan. I may like the warrior class, but swing weapons with no special skill and always hunt for the fanciest of blades or accessories for destruction.

I think I have fun drawing this idiot.

#001: Jungkook as Your Classmate

Originally posted by hobiekookie


- Him always drawing little doodles on anything. Papers, homework, essays, tests, notebooks, worksheets. You name it, he draws on it.

- Him always drawing little doodles on YOUR papers as well.

- He’s just always doodling something

- Sitting in the middle or towards the near back of the class, or near the window, sitting quietly like his cute introverted self

- Possibly daydreaming or, again, doodling, or doing his best to pay attention.

- Sitting next to him and texting each other memes during class, doing your best not to get caught.

- Him snickering and covering his mouth, trying his best not to burst out laughing

- Always doing group projects together

- Listening to new music he found, or a cover he did and is scared to post on their twitter (even though it’s perfect because it’s jungkook), one earbud in your ear, the other in his

- Sharing your food during lunch

- “Hey, try this!! Jin-hyung made it for me! It’s really good!”

- Calling him Kookie

- Playing overwatch together during lunch or study hall

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Interview: Lana

Today we’re joined by Lana, who also goes by Deact. Lana is a wonderful visual artist and writer. She does a lot of portraits of women and girls, as well as mermaids. She uses both digital and traditional mediums. When not drawing, Lana also dabbles in writing and tends to write a lot of short stories. It’s very obvious she’s a dedicated artist who enjoys what she does, as you’ll soon read. My thanks to her for taking the time to participate in this interview.

WORK

Please, tell us about your art.

I predominantly deal in drawn visual art and short story writing. My art is mostly self-taught and usually involves portraits of women/girls and a lot of mermaids. I use both traditional and digital methods (although not together) and I have recently picked up watercolour painting, but I tend to stick with line art and block colour. My writing is very vague and laconic and feedback usually deems it unsettling. I prefer short stories because the reader never really finds out what’s going on (also I can’t seem to stick with a long term story for more than a fortnight).

What inspires you?

With art, I’m inspired by colours, light, and biologically plausible mythology (e.g. mermaids coming in different fish species and the way the human part of the body would adapt to the sea). With my writing, I write mostly about the places I’ve been or have knowledge of, or situations and places that everyone has experienced (e.g. train stations, restaurants etc.). The familiarity of these places and the subversion of safety is a common theme in my work. Writers like Angela Carter, Daphne du Maurier, and Stephen King all contributed to the short story element of my writing style. The mangaka Junji Ito and the manga Fuan no Tane also inspired me due to their simple-yet-scary art.

What got you interested in your field?  Have you always wanted to be an artist?

I think I probably got myself into art, and I think my first dream job was ‘novelist’. Not a lot of people around me growing up considered art a big part of their lives. I have always enjoyed creating things and learning new techniques. Handing impressionable thirteen year old me a stack of manga pushed me to copy the style and then develop my own further down the line. I tried to pursue art seriously, but disliked the way my education system taught Fine Art and dropped it in favour of Classics. The story’s pretty similar with writing too, only I have always excelled in literature classes regardless of my interest level, whereas art classes felt a little too restricted. A tiny part of me is always going to want to be a successful artist, though.

Do you have any kind of special or unique signature, symbol, or feature you include in your work that you’d be willing to reveal?

Winged eyeliner, and I try to draw different noses!! Noses are pretty cool but it’s easy to fall back into the acute angle shape. In writing I tend to use short sentences and the second person ‘you’.

What advice would you give young aspiring artists?

Draw what you feel and don’t worry if it doesn’t have a deeper meaning. Also use references and take specialised classes for your art form if you can.

ASEXUALITY

Where on the spectrum do you identify?

Asexual. I’m not going to pretend to understand what my romantic orientation is doing, but I’m not worried about it either.

Have you encountered any kind of ace prejudice or ignorance in your field?  If so, how do you handle it?

I study Translation. The first person I came out to was in my language class, who told me on three separate occasions that I would find someone later in life I’d want to have sex with, that I should wait until I’m twenty to decide, and that they thought I was “just afraid of men”. I wasn’t sure how to handle it as I’m a fairly reserved person, so I just never brought it up again. Another person who previously identified as grayace realised they weren’t (and y’know, there’s zero problem with that), and tried to convince me relaxing in a club would make me want sex. I don’t think I’ve talked to them since, as their insistence kinda pressured me to say I would sleep with someone if I loved them enough (which I felt very uncomfortable saying).

Luckily the majority of people I’ve told have been super accepting (shoutout to my cheer team for accepting me in a pub, of all places), and when they haven’t understood they’ve asked for clarification.

What’s the most common misconception about asexuality that you’ve encountered?

That I’ll meet someone and my feelings will change. I think it hurt the most coming from my mother.

Also ‘lol is that like a plant’

A friend once asked me if chickens were asexual as if a) I was an expert on chickens and b) I knew every asexual being that existed. Bless her.

What advice would you give to any asexual individuals out there who might be struggling with their orientation?

Take your time. Try things out if you want, or don’t if you don’t want to. Never let someone else try to dictate your feelings to you. Don’t think there’s some sort of hierarchy amongst ace communities either – whatever you feel is what it is.

Finally, where can people find out more about your work?

My Tumblr.
https://imdeactivating.tumblr.com/

Thank you, Lana, for participating in this interview and this project. It’s very much appreciated.

aaah anna is done ! * U * I just want to say how much I LOVE most//all the outfits of the classes in FE:if !! The outlaw and adventurer class are my favorites by farrr, but I seriously love the clothing designs in this game (i’ve always wanted to be a fashion designer, so i really appreciate the sheer amount of detail and unique qualities put into everything ~)

that said, Anna is too cool in her outlaw outfit, I had to draw a full body !! ; U ;

inmyownfiction  asked:

Lauren~ if yo ever have time and you want, could you give us (me) more Jean headcanons? (modern ones, because I love the high school things lol) *hugs*

Oh my goodness, of course I can give you (and you in particular) more Jean headcanons! Modern au is my favorite too, so here we go!

  • Jean is an only child, and really dislikes it. When he was younger, his mom’s sister lived nearby, so he always had his cousins around to play with, but they moved away when Jean was five. And then he was alone. The Kirschteins lived in a neighborhood that was primarily older couples whose children were in high school or older, so Jean didn’t have many other kids to play with until he started school. 
  • Jean had a lot of imaginary friends as a kid, to compensate for his loneliness. His mom would watch him run around the house, on an imaginary adventure with his imaginary friends, and would marvel at her son’s creativity. 
  • It was also during his childhood that Jean was drawn to art. He would doodle pictures all over EVERYTHING as a child. So his father decided to channel his son’s apparent natural talent by teaching him how to sketch and draw. That was how Jean first made friends in school, with his drawing abilities. 
  • Jean is a very neat, organized person. He would always stay within the lines of coloring books, not wanting to upset the order. His room’s always decently clean, even in high school and beyond. He just likes things to look ‘nice.’ He’s not a complete neat freak, but disorganization irritates him.

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Not Only In My Dreams

I finished a JackCrutchie fic. Someone give me a cookie.

In all seriousness though. Youtube Christmas-y AU thing.

Crutchie doesn’t mean to do it; really he doesn’t.

But it’s been nearly two weeks since Jack last skyped him, and even though they text and email, it’s not the same. He knows Jack’s been busy with exams, but Crutchie could really use his voice right now.

Which is why he types “Jack Kelly” into YouTube’s search bar.

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Shklance Gym AU (Modern AU) Part 4

As always, for @puppybek and @starchildkeith XD
Parts 1 | 2 | 3 Now available on AO3.
More of those 20-something gym rat boyfriends feat. a foam roller request from  kairakudo on AO3.

Lance was doing it on purpose. Of that, Keith was one hundred percent sure.

He and Shiro had just finished their weight training- the dreaded Leg Day - when Lance came over to join them, still sweating from the Zumba class he’d led. He always sought them out for a good stretch on cardio nights, since his ridiculously limber body required more than what one got during the average cool down and he didn’t want to do it by himself in the classroom.

And, as usual, Lance had his foam roller with him. It was blue and looked a lot like a rolled up yoga mat. Keith knew a few guys on the track team back in high school who’d used them, but he never understood the draw. Lance, however, swore by it.

“Mmm…” Lance moaned. He had his legs crossed, balanced on the roller, and his hands down, his arms holding his butt off of the mat. He pushed forward and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as another sinful noise escaped his lips. “Yes…so good…”

Keith knew there was no way in hell that it felt that mind-blowingly fantastic. No. Lance was up to something.

“Can you and that thing get a room?” Keith tried to sound nonchalant. “This is a public place.”

“Hmm?” Lance’s eyelids fluttered open. “What’s that, babe?” he practically purred. “I can’t hear you over how amazing this feels.”

Oh, yeah. He was up to something, all right.

Lance was clearly trying to get back at him. But, the thing was, Keith couldn't figure out why. In fact, the two hadn’t really bickered much lately at all. And Keith had already paid for the whole booty suggestion. So, what was his angle?

“A-Ah…” Lance gasped. He was on his side now, rolling it back and forth over his hip. “Oh, Shirohnn…you were right.” He craned his neck, batting his eyelashes at their other boyfriend. “This is so much better than a massage.” He bit his lower lip and Shiro visibly swallowed.

So, that was it. Keith wasn’t Lance’s target. It was Shiro.

Lance continued moaning, putting on a show, and Keith had to bite back a snicker at the way Shiro’s legs shook. They’d hit it pretty hard today, but Keith was certain their workout wasn’t the cause.

Keith didn’t know what Shiro had done, but whatever it was, he was paying for it now.

“Mmmn…” Lance moved so he was sitting on the ground. “Now that I’m all rolled out, I could use a good stretch.” He spread his legs wide and looked over his shoulder. “Keith, could you give me a hand?”

Keith glanced over at Shiro, who sent him an almost pleading look. Well, he thought, as he smirked wide, he wasn’t about to let Lance have all the fun.

So, Keith made his way over to Lance and placed both of his hands on the other’s back. He knew Lance didn’t really need his help. And, sure enough, the moment Keith applied the slightest bit of pressure, Lance folded over, his nose almost brushing the mat.

“That good, baby?” Keith asked, sneaking a peek at Shiro.

“Mm, Keith…harder…” Lance turned his head and gasped. Keith slid his palms up just a hair and Lance all but wailed. “Right there!”

At that, Shiro shot up, nearly knocking over his water bottle. “Going to get my bag,” he muttered, before taking off toward the locker room.

Keith moved his hands and Lance sat back up. They watched Shiro’s form disappear down the hallway before they both started laughing.

“Looks like we’re going home early,” Lance snorted. Then he nudged Keith with his shoulder. “Thanks for helping out, by the way.”

“No problem,” he replied with a slight shake of his head. “What did Shiro do, anyway?”

“Oh, he knows,” Lance answered as he stood up. “Anyway,” he offered Keith  a hand. “Let’s go before he leaves without us.”

“I don’t think he will,” Keith said. “Not after that display.”

“Even so, let’s hurry,” Lance began, following Shiro’s path from earlier. Then he paused and gave Keith a coy look over his shoulder. “Someone owes me a massage.”

Oh, Shiro. What did you do?
Just wanted to show that Lance and Keith are capable of joining forces…at Shiro’s expense.

#5: getting shy:

BadBoy!Highschool!5SOS AU:

A/n: hey! partie cinque is up lovelies! I tried to actually make it short but failed miserabely at it hehe anyways I hope you like it, it’s mainly just a fill-up to the next parts so it doesn’t have much of a plot advancement Happy reading!

and as always thanking Iheartdonkeykong for being a cool bean and help inspire this :3

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Luke:

“What do you think?” (y/n) asked for the fourth time, holding her sketchbook in her hands, eyes staring at the displayed drawing. She has always been keen on perfecting her homework before giving it in, however her effort was multiplied when it came to art class, mainly due to how much she loved it.

“Beautiful.” Luke’s response was simple; however, as her eyes were fixed on the drawing, his were only staring at the lovely girl sitting next to him. After reassuring her twice that her artwork was great, he figured that no matter how much he insisted that it was good she’d still doubt it. So he settled on directing his attention towards her, taking in her appearence.

“Are you sure? It feels like it’s too bright.” She argued again, frustration taking over her. “The drawing’s beautiful too.” Luke’s remark made her whip her head towards the sleepy-looking boy whose fond eyes were boring into hers, wondering if she had heard him right.

“Don’t give me that look, you know it’s true.” Luke got up from the table they were sat at, snatchig away the sketchbook from her hands.

“You need to look at this with a fresh pair of eyes, so I’m confiscating it until last period” She gave him a warning look, but he simply dismissed it and walked away feeling rather proud of his idea.

“Luke! You can’t be serious!” she groaned whilst following him, only to be stopped by the ringing bell. Great! She sighed; she couldn’t possibly follow him without getting in trouble for it, and she’d have to get to her English class.

It was only halfway trough class that she felt a sudden jumpiness take over her, “Fuck no!” she whispered under her breath, her hands covering her face. She failed to realise earlier that the sketchpad Luke had taken might possibly, unfortunately–for her- contain a little, tiny doodle of him… Ok, it wasn’t so tiny and it was certainly more than just a doodle. She had worked on it a few weeks ago for her art class. The theme was calmness; they had to illustrate their own intake in a way that’d reflect how they see things. And upon watching Luke from her bedroom window, leaning back on his chair dressed up in his comfortable house clothing, an accoustic guitar in hand, she couldn’t possibly think of anything more calming or serene. Inspiration struck her out of nowhere, and she found herself trying to capture his sight on her notepad. It was quite ironic to say the least; how the trouble maker somehow represented tranquilty for her. “There’s always a possibility he wouldn’t go through it” she reminded herself, trying to keep her hopes up.

As soon as the last bell of the day rang, (y/n) bolted out of the classroom, her feet dragging her towards the parking lot. Just as expected, Luke was waiting for her by his car, his hands crossed over his chest.

Taking in a deep breath, she marched towards him and snatched her sketchpad from his grip. She wanted to rip that stupid smirk off of his face, only because she was scared of what it could mean.

“Hey! Aren’t you going to ride home with me?” Luke yelled at (y/n) as she fast-walked away from him, her whole body seeming tense. He usually gave her a ride home, and if his wrecked car broke for the upteenth time they’d walk together. Luke couldn’t hold back a chuckle at her flustered reaction, somehow finding it the most adorable thing ever.

Once (y/n) was back home, she finally collapsed onto her bed, groaning at the awkward mess she was. She was too embarrassed to even look at Luke, thus walked home instead of riding with him as usual. The ringing of her phone pulled her out of her wallowing, only to bring her back in there as she read the caller ID.

“What?” she asked; the harshness in her voice attempting –and failing- to hide her shyness. Luke’s chuckle echoed through the speaker of her phone, her heart fluttering at the beautiful sound.

“Now now, won’t you come face me so I can tell you how talented you are?” he taunted, confirming that he saw the drawing she hoped he wouldn’t. “Can we just forget about the whole thing?” she tried, her face flushing with embarassement as she headed towards her window to hide behind the curtains. “Shame! I was actually calling to talk about it” he joked, and she could see him pulling out his chair to sit right in front of the window. She closed her eyes, hoping to be swallowed into the ground and avoid the whole situation.

She expected him to tease her about it, joke about how she was stalking him, anything but the words he spoke; “I’ve never had anyone do anything remotely close to that for me” he quickly added in a nervous chuckle, her own shyness rubbing off in him, palms sweating nervously. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that, I- uh, that was really good, and it made me feel… ugh, I don’t know, I’m not good with words- I just… All I’m fucking trying to say is thank you…” he finished his rant with a deep grunt, slightly uncomfortable as he tried for once to speak words he often found hard to say.

A shy smile crept into (y/n)’s face, untangling herself from the curtains. For a while, the two were simply looking at each other, phones still held up to their ears. There was something about his eyes that made her unable to look away; it wasn’t due to the usual striking blizzard blue color that took her breath away, it was rather the fond and tender look they held as he looked at her, the look that spoke more words than he ever could.

They both stayed that way, enjoy the comforting, and eventually starting up a silly conversation, until (y/n) had to leave for dinner. As she hung up and disappeared from her window view, Luke’s eyes were fixed on the new lockscreen of his phone, admiring the picture he snapped of his girl’s drawing, the feeling welling up in his chest warning him that he’s gone too deep.

Calum:

All week, Calum had been dropping subtle – and at times not so subtle- hints about their date. It was almost as he was trying to make sure that she didn’t change her mind, that she didn’t want to back off. It was almost as if he was giving her a chance to back oof whilst she could. He still couldn’t believe that he got a yes out of her, and whithout even trying to convince her. It all still seemed like a euphoric dream.

“Are we still up for tonight?” Calum leaned against (y/n)’s locker, his hands tucked into his pockets as he watched her change her books. “Calum, I swear to god, ask me that one more time and I’ll murder you.” She joked, turning around to face him. “Where are we going though?” she asked, hopeful eyes looking up to the towering boy.

“Sorry baby girl, but you’ll know later on.” He leaned in to brush his plump lips on her cheek, grinning at her pouty face. “Just put on something casual,” he reassured her with a smile, before walking off towards his next class.

//

Grabbing (y/n)’s hand in his, Calum pulled her towards the entrance. He nervously bit his lip, doubting his decisions in fear that she wouldn’t like it. Calum had brought her to the Aquarium; the idea had seemed pretty nice and even romantic when he was planning the whole thing. But now it justt felt like a big failure; what if she didn’t like fish? What the fuck calum, who on earth hates fish? He tried to calm himself down. There was no use in trying to deny how nervous he actually felt; but wasn’t it natural to feel like that when it’s your first date, especially if you really like the person?  

“Cal! This is amazing! Last time I came was years ago!” her exclamation managed to ease his nerves enough to allow him to shoot her back a smile. She was happy, and that’s all what mattered.

Calum found himself in some sort of trance, feeling like she was the only one in the whole building, like she was the moon itself and he was the longing wolf. His whole center of gravity spun around and suddenly her smile was pulling him in more than the earth itself.

He knew he could do that all day; admire her excited expression as her thrilled eyes followed the different fish swimming in th huge water tank, hear her rambles about every kind of fish she knew and which ones she liked most, feel her hand tugging his as she followed the tiny little clown-fish that ran away, joking that she was trying to find nemo. He knew that the few pictures he managed to snap of her were soon going to become his favorites. The tender look never left his face, his chocolate orbs eyeing her crouched down in amusement, “Look, he likes me.” She exclaimed as she reffered to the black fish that kept bumping into the palm of her hand through the other side of the tick glass. And all he could think of was how could it not like you?

“You’re awfully quiet today.” (y/n) remarqued, the two walking towards the restaurant area. Their intertwined hands swung back and forth, only letting go so that they can take their seats.

“You’re usually always finding a witty remark to say.” She mumbled, almost scared that his silence reflected his indifference. How could she not worry? She didn’t know what to expect or what to think of the whole date idea. All she knew was that she was more than blissful to go out with Calum, but what can you anticipate when the guy who never ever dates asks you out?

“It’s only beause I’d much rather hear you talk; you’re so cute to watch.” Her eyes met his upon hearing his statement, heat rising to her cheeks despite the cold air.  “Well you didn’t seem very excited about the fish, one of us had to.” She bantered, becoming well aware of how she basically gushed over every single fish she could find. But calum didn’t care at all; he would’ve stayed in that moment forever if it weren’t for their grumbling stomachs.

//

“Did you enjoy tonight?” Calum anxiously asked his date, the two walking back to her house. She looked at him, giving him the ‘are you kidding me?’ stare. “Do you even have to ask?” she chuckled; only to notice the nervous expression he wore on his face. Letting go of his hand, she put both of hers on his shoulder blades to make him face her. “Tonight was very much amazing. Thank you for everything.” She assured him, sensing that he needed a verbal comfirmation of her feelings.

“So, if I ask you on a second date… Would you say yes?” he bit his bottom lip as he waited for her reply, heartbeat speeding up. “As long as it’s as fun as this one.” She smiled at him, pulling her hands off of him and allowing them to fall to her sides.

“So if I ask you to be my- uh- g-girlfriend… Would you?” he raised a hopeful eyebrown at her, his hand nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“I… I don’t know Cal.” And just like that, his heart fell along with his smile. His eyes averted towards the ground, probably receiving his first rejection ever. Suddenly her hands were cupping his squishy cheeks, a teasing smile plastered on her lips.

“Of course that’s a yes, you dummy!” she smiled playfully at him, mking him release a low chuckle upon realising that she was just messing with him. Fuck, you gave me such a scare he thought, though he wouldn’t actually let it out loud.

Bidding eachother goodnight, Calum dropped her off in front of her house, only to come back a few moments after.

“I’m sorry, I forgot something…” he was panted in front of her, letting her know that he actually ran back. Before she could ask him what it was, he took a step closer, landing his hands on both her cheeks. Her eyes stared at his hesitant ones, his tickeling breath making her feel a little faint. “Can I?” he causiouly asked her, his eyes steeling glances at her lips. All it took was for her to nod her head, giving him her full consent, before his lips met hers ever so lightly. Pulling away with a smile, he mumbled a goodnight before giving her one more peck and walking away, both of their faces adorned with gleeful smiles.

Michael:

“Come one babe, just listen to me for a second.” Michael tried once more to get (y/n) to pay attention to him. It was the first time he left his usual seat at the back of the room, only to sit behind (y/n). He realised after the first ten minutes of class that she truly wasn’t going to pay much attention to him.

“Michael, stop talking!” she hushed him, her attention focused on her History teacher as she wrote down her notes. However, Michael was too bored to pay attention and far too awake to try and sleep during class, so he continued pestering her although he knew it wouldn’t do any good.

“Don’t leave me hanging baby girl, talk to me” he carried on, tugging the fabric on her elbow to get her attention.  “Mr. Clifford, I think Miss (Y/l/n) had enough of your disturbance. Why don’t you give the poor girl a break?” Mr. Brendon finally spoke up, displaying a teasing smile as he noticed the interaction between the two.

Michael was about to shoot him sarcastic comeback, until he was stopped by (y/n) who gave him the deadliest stare. She sank into her chair, giving her teacher a sorrowful expression, though he looked rather amused. Maybe he saw it coming; the two students who constantly bantered during his class, putting their differences aside. He didn’t know how it came to happen, but he somewhat felt glad it did.

//

“I’m going to murder him!” (y/n) mumbled under her breath, her eyes looking for the blond boy inside the cafeteria. Fiding no trace of him, she found herself walking towards his friends’ table. The trio was definitely taken aback as she stood in front of them; no one ever bothered them, ever. Raising a quizzical eyebrow at the girl in fron of him, Luke was the first to speak up.

“What is it?” he asked, the tone of his voice startling her for a moment. “I just wanted to ask if you saw Michael?” she fiddled with her hands; the three weren’t the only ones staring, it was the whole cafeteria. Instantly, they realised who she was; having heard Michael endlessly babble about her.

“Huh, you’re the (y/n) then.” Ashton stated more to himself, before shooting her his signature sunny smile. “Take a seat. And may I ask what makes you look for our little Michael?” (y/n) took a nervous look around the cafeteria, feeling uneasy whith the mass attention they were getting.

She decided that it was best to take a seat, knowing that she didn’t need to fear Michael’s friends despite what everyone at the room thought. “He kept messing with me during History, and didn’t stop until he got us both in trouble. I’ll murder him if I see him!” she explained quickly, eyes darting back to the entrance to try and find her lost boy.

“I see why he’s taking a liking into you, very feisty!” Luke commented, making her whip her head back to face him, completely flustered by his words.

“W-what?” she stammered, her eyes blinking at the trio in confusion.

“Oh come on, smitten Michael is not very hard to miss. Though, can you postpone the murdering until he grows a pair of balls to tell-“

Calum’s words were cut short by a panting Michael who bent down to peck (y/n)’s already flaming cheeks before sitting down. “Sorry, I was held back by the princip- Wait! Why are you sitting here?” he finally took notice of where you were sitting, his eyes skeptically looking at his three best friends who were stiffling their laughs.

“Did you tell her something completely embarassing about me?” Michael groaned, expecting such a behavior from his friends. (y/n) however was still in her bashful state, the word smitten running over and over in her mind. Was Michael smitten with her? And though that thought filled her with a bubbling feeling in her stomach, she couldn’t possibly look up from her lap with embarassement.

“You guys suck! Come one (y/n), I’ll walk you out” Michael offered her his open palm, which she took rather shyly. He was quite puzzled by her reaction; she had always been hard-headed and witty around him, it was quite fascinating to see her in such a state; all flustered and timid around him.

“You’re so adorable.” He put his arm around her, pulling her into his chest and allowing her to hide her blushing face against him. “Shut up” she whispered against him, feeling the vibration from his chest as he chuckled at her response. In all honesty, she was mortified that that had to be her first encounter with Michael’s friends.

Ashton:

“You look funny in this picture though!” (y/n) giggled at the picture she had taken of Ashton while he was complaining to her about work.

“Stop snapping these pictures without my consent!” Ashton fired back at her, though he too was chuckling at the picture. The two were sitting in one of the booths at the ice cream parlor where Ashton worked. The day was slow, and only a few custumors came in, which meant they could sit and enjoy the afternoon together.

“You have embarassing shots of me as well Ash, no need to deny that.” She playfully pointed her index finger at him, almost as if she was threatening him if anyone ever saw them. “Those are my most prized possessions” he joked back, holding into his phone in fear that she’d delete them.

The door bell rang just as the two were wrestling over Ashton’s phone, their giggles being the only sound in the empty shop.

“Ashton!” a little voice chirped, and the two looked up instantly, finding the little boy she had seen the first day she came in, followed by the old lady.

“Hey, big guy!” Ashton quickly hopped onto his feet, his arms welcoming the little boy that ran towards him. “I’ll go get him his order.” He mentionned towards (y/n) who was smiling wodely at the little boy, before adressing the lady that came in.

“Hi Mrs. Adams, how are you feeling?” “Very old.” She joked. As she walked closer, her eyes settled on (y/n) who was now standing up.

“Hi Ma’am” she politely greeted her, and Mrs. Adams quickly reciprocated her genuine smile. “You must be Ashton’s sweetheart.” The old lady beamed as she placed a tender hand on (y/n) cheek, smiling fondly at her. “You’re very pretty, my dear girl”

(y/n) was still taken back by the spoken words, but before she could explain how she and Ash were merely friends, Mrs. Adams was already talking: “take good care of him, will you my darling? He likes to act a little tough and can be very difficult, but he’s a very sweet boy with a heart of gold.” (y/n) felt flustered at the words the elder woman spoke, smiling shyly at the ground and suddenly becoming very well aware of how fast her heart was racing. Something about the way she was called his sweetheart, the way was asked to take good care of him made (y/n) feel… giddy, maybe even bashful? Her own emotions towards the ray of sunshine who never failed to brighten her day becoming very visible through her reddening cheeks.

The fondness that Mrs. Adams carried in her words wasn’t very hard to miss, it all made (y/n) curious about how the two met. (y/n) tilted her face so that she could see Ashton; the sandy-haired boy was giggling just like the kid in his embrace, a tender smile across her cheeks, a smile Mrs. Adams didn’t miss at all.

“There you go, my number one costumor has been served.” Ashton set the little boy down next to his grandma, draping an arm around (y/n)’s waist. Grinning at the sight, Mrs. Adams offered to pay for her grandson’s ice cream before Ashton’s protests stopped her.

Shortly after the two left the shop, Ashton pulled (y/n) in his arms, laughing at her awkwardness as he had witenessed the whole seen yet didn’t hear a word.

“Let me guess, she managed to embarass me even further didn’t she?” he asked, assuming that (y/n)’s reaction was due to hearing one of his weird stories. Chuckling lightly, (Y/n) shook her head, lifting it to pout at Ashton

“No, but I embarassed myself” she let out, but didn’t want to reveal anything more.

“I love that woman you know, Toby’s parents are going through a tough break-up, so she likes to take his mind off of it. She’s a work of art truly. And I think she loves you too.” Ashton grinned widely at the shy girl in his arms, feeling as happy as ever to have her with him.

A/n: if you can’t tell, Cal’s was inspired by a post on tumblr that i cannot find rn about that date idea, so yea 🙈 b

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NCT Superpower AU: Chapter Four “The Boy With Frost”

Chapter Four “The Boy With Frost”

Lee Taeyong was a sweet little boy. Always obeyed his parents, always did his homework and chores when asked, always showed up to class early so as not to be tardy. Not to mention that he was an unmistakably good looking child, constantly getting told by the neighborhood mothers that he was “absolutely precious”.

He was six when it first happened, he was sitting at his desk in his room drawing when all of a sudden he started to feel the surface beneath him grow cool to the touch. He peeked up in confusion and looked at his workspace around him and gasped in shock… His desk was covered in soft fresh flakes of snow… His eyes widened and he became even more confused and scared, he desperately wanted to call out for his mother but he could not find his voice. The colored pencil he held in his hand began to freeze over, and he dropped it like a hot coal at the sight of it. He started to panic, his breath ran ragged…what was he going to do?

He managed to conceal his abilities from his parents his whole life, though permanently cold hands do raise suspicions from an overprotective mother… He liked to have fun every now and then with it when it was possible, for example, adding a few inches of snow to his yard when the winter snowfall didn’t quite deliver. But as he grew up he saw this as juvenile and came to realize that he needed to only use his abilities when absolutely necessary, lest he be considered a freak and taken away from his beloved family…

Next~
Series Masterlist

High School Trends That I Remember Fondly

Okay so let me share with you all some quality high school trends from my days in high school because boy were we a bunch of sass masters


These all took place from 2007 -2012 because I went to a weird fusion school that lumped every grade from 7th to 12th together ( that means we had thirteen year olds up to 18-19 year olds in the same school )


Anyway let’s go

7th Grade( I was a smol 13 year old)


First off there were like 30 kids in each class okay?


So….

- Pencils as hair decor ???? Why????

- Swiping needles from Home Ec and sticking them in your finger JUST under the surface of the skin to freak out the teach

- Referring to lunch as ’ the troph special’

-Girls sending guys Valentine’s that just said ’ U R No Good ’ and ’ Allen Ur Not In My League ’

- Guys sending girls tiny stuffed animals for V Day with cards that said ’ I’m Soft For U’ and ’ Be My Plush One?’

- Claiming various things had ’ killed our ancestors ’ :

’ I can’t do long division , my thirty seventh great grandfather died doing that’

’ No I can’t answer that question sir, every male in my family so far has died answering English questions ’

’ I’m not allowed to be disciplined , discipline killed my grandma’

- Wearing rubber bands as bracelets or rings and the tighter you could get it the cooler you were ???? This kid almost lost a finger by third period I mean …..

-Asking our biology teacher what would happen if insects could speak every class period

’ What if wasps could speak but they only spoke Mid-6th Century English ’

’ What if spiders all speak Russian’

’ Do you think bees know English ’


- Pestering our history teacher for the history of the Leaf Village ( I’m sorry Mr. Hoagland )

- Replying ’ Deleted’ when your name was called

….. I accidentally started this one

8th grade ( I was 14 )

- Rap battles to settle arguments ????

- Yoyo fights. It got intense.

-Every white boy in school dressed like a bad Western movie character , cowboy hats and spurs and SO.MUCH.PLAID.

- ’ The Dew Crew’, a gang of boys who drank nothing but Mountain Dew as refreshment , was born and monopolized the school’s soda supply of Mountain Dew . All of them made it to adulthood but it is suspected they no longer require sleep and eat only the disdainful glares of women for survival ( at their peak there were 15 of them )


- Intense shouting of someone else’s name every time something went wrong ( usually the name Sasuke )


- Pentagrams everywhere ; drawn on any surface we could find unsupervised for a second , started by me doodling in art class and picked up by my squad . The school board thought someone was possessed by the devil it was GREAT…. I NEVER GOT CAUGHT


- In Chemistry we watched Finding Nemo about 3 times a week because the teacher was really forgetful and he let us watch it when he forgot his lesson plan , so by the end of the first month that year every kid he taught would call various roundish objects ’ the butt’ and I was nicknamed’ Dory ’ by everyone I knew


Also the principal was nicknamed’ Bruce"


-Hardcore Zombie prep planning , there was a gang and everything .

The Apoca-Punks are still strong

- Disney discourse in English class because our teacher was a huge nerd for Disney and loved nothing more than to watch us argue over which princess would beat Gaston in a fight faster ( Kida won by a landslide but we all agreed Mulan would murder him in five seconds flat )

Also he nicknamed all of us after Disney characters and I was Lilo ( my best friend was Stitch )


- Okay so I brought a bag of chocolate as a treat for the class one week and I was really tired and out of it so when the teacher ( our English teacher Mr . Bagley, who was also the principal) asked me to ’ explain the historical properties of chocolate’ I got sarcastic and went ’ For many years chocolate has been used in medicinal treatments for ailments of all kinds. Perhaps it will even cure the lack of hair on Mr . B’s head’ ……

For a second it was dead silent and then he laughed and said “Well put , you continue to live up to your nickname, Lilo!”


- Shakespeare quotes at inopportune times

“ Exit, pursued by a bear”

“ We are in the middle of a test , Austin. ”

“ A rose , by any other name , would smell-”
“ DO NOT ENCOURAGE HIM INDI”


- The drama kids dramatically snapping during arguments


- Okay so there was this weird loft zone in the second gym( because our school had two , a sucktastic old one from the fifties and a newish one from the eighties ) nobody was supposed to go up there unless they had permission and it was for filming a basketball game ???

But everyone went up there anyway and at least ten couples lost their virginity up there ( what a weird place to do it tho , we kept the wrestling mats up there)


I sluffed class a few times and took a nap there

And it became a Thing to draw a little baby face on the wall if you lost your V card there


-Supergluing coins to stuff????

There’s still a dime on someone’s locker and it’s been like ten years


-’ Ambrosia’ , AKA this super delicious combo of cherry slurpee , Sprite, and orange Fanta that our English teacher made us during parties . He literally made it in these huge plastic bins and just ladeled it out to everyone


9th Grade( I was 15)


- The Goth Invasion

Everyone who was punk enough wore black ripped jeans and eyeliner and streaked their hair with red and black

One kid never left the Goth phase , we love u Scott ( it’s cool he was our school’s Warren Peace anyway )


- AFTER A SCHOOL ASSEMBLY VIEWING OF SKY HIGH FOR HALLOWEEN MY CLASSMATE SCOTT WAS NICKNAMED WARREN BY THE ENTIRE SCHOOL

He was really salty about it too , he said “ Warren isn’t goth he’s Punk there’s a difference you capitalist Bible thumpers’


Scott got 54 Valentine’s that year but just shrugged and gave his candy to me and my squad because we were , as he put it ’ the only punk crew in class, plus you’re all really cute ’

He never kept a girlfriend very long but he was the nicest guy you’ve ever seen ( everyone thought he was gay but just too shy to say it )


Over the years he is consistly hotter , and more unashamedly Goth


- My sister arrived in school and was immediately the most popular kid in school and was nicknamed ’ Princess ’

- My squad got nicknamed ’ Squad 7 ” due to our obsession with Naruto and other anime , and we each were nicknamed after characters from the show by my friend Indi ( who was named after Indiana Jones, no lie)

Melanie was ’ Kiba’ ( which delighted her because she would marry him in a heartbeat )

Mackenzie was ’ Neji’ because according to Indi she was the most monologue-y
Chandra was ’ Hinata’ because she was shy but fierce

And I, Aubrey , was ’ Gaara’ because according to Indi :’ Your dad is kinda sucky and you’ve got two siblings . You’re sort of the social outcast of school and when you get annoyed enough it’s like you’ve got this terrifying supernatural thing in your eyes , I love it ’

I LOVE THAT NICKNAME

10th Grade( I’m 16)

- ’ Because I’m Batman ’ being an answer to every question

- Goonies puns

- Three girls got pregnant and were called the ’ Baby On Board Squad"

- Due to this teen pregnancy scandal , my heavily Christian community had our school hold assemblies about how ’ Sex will kill you’ and how ’ every time a teen has Sex Thoughts, an angel cries’ ….. There were ’ God Is Abstintent ’ posters everywhere

So naturally we revolted and the drama class put up these fliers reading ’ Without Sex, You Wouldn’t Be Around . ’

’ Satan Loves You and Wants You To Explore Your Perfectly Normal Urges ’

’ Sex Won’t Kill You- But STD’s Could! Use Protection! ’

’ Wrap It Before He Taps It And The Angels Won’t Be Crying “


” Boys Like Girls.Boys Think Of Girls In Sexual Ways. Boys Best Treat Her Right First . Boys Best Be Stepping Up As Baby Daddys If They Tap Dat “


And many more golden rebellious posters

- Shouting ” Go Go Power Rangers “ when dealing with a problem and just out of nowhere any kid wearing the appropriate Power Ranger colored shirt would appear

So you’d get a guy in red , a guy in blue , a guy in black , a guy in white , a guy in green , a guy in gold , a guy in silver, a girl in pink and a girl in yellow and they’d all pose dramatically and do the Power Rangers moves


- Rubber band slingshot warfare using hairpins as ammo


- The school dividing into Benders and Non Benders , and the school’s most loved outcast was deemed Avatar( I got the honor so my squad was nicknamed accordingly )


- High School Musical was the biggest thing ever because our music teacher WROTE THE SCORES FOR THEM I MEAN…….


We all knew every song by heart that year


Everyone shipped Chad and Ryan

11th Grade( I was 17 )

-Percy Jackson was huge and everyone wanted a godly parent

- Every girl used a dramatic break up song to end things with her man it was GLORIOUS

- Taylor Swift was playing on the radio every day

- My class finally realized that my friend Courtney and I had the same exact birthday and birth year , and thus introduced us to substitute teachers as ’ The Fraternal Twins’


Courtney and I are both gonna be 23 on March 20 at 6:40 am

- Our history teacher thought my friends and I were in an assassin cult because we were always drawing kunai knives and swords and guns , so he banned kunai drawing????? And it thus became the Cool Thing to graffiti everywhere??? All because I drew one on my ASVAB????

-The sheriff pulled me out of homeroom because I’d been overheard singing P!nk’s ” Funhouse" and the Secretary thought I was an arsonist because of the line “ I’m gonna burn this sucker down ” and thus rumors spread like wildfire that I’d:

~ Murdered someone
~ Witnessed a crime

~ Started a gang war
~ Shot a cop
~ Robbed the one gas station in town
~ Insulted the sheriff’s daughter by not inviting her to my birthday party so he was here to bribe me to do so
~ Stolen the sheriff’s prized collection of horse paintings


12th Grade ( I was 18 )

- Posters everywhere about the world ending ( it was 2012)

- Harry Potter mania

- John Lennon Memes????

No really on the anniversary of his death the school was flooded with posters of him everywhere saying “ In Loving Memory Of A Dreamer ” and the radio only played his music and the drama class went around stating facts about his death it was surreal and I was part of it

a small doodle of jared and satch~ (it’s actually my first time drawing satch!) 

anyways~ i randomly thought that jared would just… ask to be carried to places?? satch is always the one who actually carries him though-

eh, it was just a dumb idea i came up with, so it’s not the best, but it’s still cool~