freshman year friends

Mankind as a whole has had a few things to work with since the dawn of time. The skins and bones of animals, the dense and useful limbs and trunks of trees and fire.

So primal, this trio of ancient things that have been touched by so many generations of humankind. Older than your grandmother’s grandmother’s bones. Their is beauty in them, these prehistoric materials.

In Her mind, wood, most of all.

She’d never like her true name. Imogene. It always felt like a winter jacket bought too large. Not tight enough at the cuffs and hem to keep the chill autumn air at bay and too large in the everywhere else to tell who she was underneath.

She’d had so many other names since childhood. Gene, Jean, Blue, Anna(her infrequently used middle name), Saph, and many more that had been lost to the years.

When when first came to this beautiful campus with it’s gorgeous mason work arches and it’s hand carved crown molding in The Old Building she was in awe.

When she found at orientation they had a vocational major for Carpentry she fell in love. Head over heels. Her curly blue hair standing out in the crowd more than her feminine features or skin tone ever did in other schools. The ratio wasn’t too much or too little, men and women were there in equal measure and some of her classmates looked like a beautiful mix of both.

Freshman year flew by, days feeling like weeks, weeks feeling like months, and the girl fell in love with the campus and her classes.

All the strange and Old traditions, leaving honey and cream packets at the picnic table on her way to Composition, and carving crude necklaces to hang on low branch trees on the terrace. Her old dorm room with it’s 5 creaky floorboards, all red pine, the grain squeezed tight and aged like a setting sun. Her strange Engineering major roomamte, their clothes always covered in oil spots, their pockets filled with 10 penny iron nails and salt packets. Gidge, she called them, and it stuck like glue and fit like it was custom made.

She fell even harder for her class, the pleasantly bitter smell of the varnish room, the dry and sweet smell of the main workshop with it’s ancient 24" planer that had outlived her great grandma according to it’s manufacture date. Her wonderfully strange teacher, his beard belt length and always braided, carved beads clacking in his hair and pencils tucked behind each ear. Also the wood, every piece and scrap, every off cut and joint was art and function. The deep Royal purple of South American heartwood, the crisp and swirling grain of White Pine, Straight hickory boards yearning to become handles and have a purpose. Rowan, Ash, Elder and Yew. So much to use. It was dizzying.

She fell hardest of all for the girl in 4A, her hair shifting like the seasons, maybe even with the seasons. She started showering earlier just to hear her sing sweet Irish folk songs. It took her 4 weeks to learn her name.

It was Gaelic. Aoife. It came out as “Ee-fa” with a smile like the sun and crinkled eyes that reminded her of a cat’s. She’d never felt blessed before that day.

When she spoke her name with another 120 watt smile the girl thought she’d faint. “Well met Blue~” her still wet and very purple hair cast about like Lavender in a storm.

She never knew that her singing voice was heard during late nights in The Shop and her gifts were quietly taken by Good Neighbors that weren’t quite students yet they lived on campus and that her old patinaed hammer that stayed at her belt was a deterrent to more than a lone thief looking for quick cash.

Freshman year flew to a close as the seasons changed and Aofie’s hair morphed and their friendship grew to something tenuous that they danced about as winter fell and they both decided staying for the holidays would be easier.

Blue had learned so much, about her classes, her peers, her roommate, and Aofie.

And so very little about the Why of things.

Why did her roommate wear a ring on a chain they never wore on their hand?

Why were there never salt packets in the dining hall?

Why were all the safe campus walkways the one’s bordered with heavy iron chain and not the well lit ones?

And finally, the biggest Why she’d yet to ask herself.

Why did she choose This school out of all her choices?

So many things are learned and found and lost during Freshman year at Elsewhere University. Friends, songs, and the typical silliness of college.

Like Gidge’s rhyme.

“Read your pamphlets, know yout path and learn the exact sound of your roommate’s laugh.”

[x]

Wrapped Around

Jimin x Reader // college!AU // 9694 words

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Originally posted by bwipsul

Genre: Fluff, warning: groping(?)

TA refers to teaching assistant

Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 | Part 3.5 | Part 4

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while now sigh and I feel bad for not putting out anything this winter break! This is a somewhat exaggerated version of what is a combination of my friends’ freshman year haha. Man I love college.


College had been a lot harder than you expected and you struggled, barely able to crawl past the finish line that was the end of freshman year. As sophomore year came around, new year, new me, you had declared. You were on a mission to bring your GPA back up. No more spending your nights at some random house, celebrating a birthday of a person whom you did not know but rather more nights spent hunched over your computer in some well-lit corner in the library.

Even though you felt invigorated to start the new semester, all that disappeared by the time Wednesday came around. You’re not sure why they call the first week, syllabus week when you had homework and quizzes assigned to you already. By the time it was Thursday, you could only thank god that you were so close to the weekend.

Sat in your final class for the day, your physics discussion section, you could only dream of the long shower you were going to take once you got back to your dorm. The bell rings, and the TA gets up to begin writing on the board but the distant noises of a person running down the hallway makes it difficult for you to concentrate. Within seconds, a rather sweaty boy reaches the doorway, panting as he bows apologetically at the TA before taking a seat right next to you. The TA waves at him dismissively as he continues to drone on about the material you learnt in class this week.

“Alright, now you can work in pairs or groups to solve the worksheet. In 15 minutes, we’ll come back to solve questions 1-3,” your TA declares.

You turn to your right to see that the person next to you had already formed a group with a few other students and you were too shy to ask if you could join. You turn to your left to find the sweaty boy silently working on the problem set. Letting out a light sigh, you begin attempting to solve the worksheet on your own.

There’s a long overdue silence before the boy seated next to you turns eagerly towards you and introduces himself. “Hi, I’m Jimin and you are?”

“Y/N,” You smile politely before turning to your worksheet.

He glances over at your worksheet and scoffs. “That’s wrong,”

“What?”

“That’s wrong,” He points. “You have to use the first equation that’s written down on the board.”

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a drive home || Dan Howell

A/N: This was requested by the lovely @shyecti. what an amazing idea!

Word Count: 1.5K

POV: Reader + Dan

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by starlightlester

Let me tell you something, parties are normally not my thing. Not at all actually. The loud music, the crowds of people I barely know, it just doesn’t sound that good to me.

But from time to time, even I needed a little party just to let loose for once. My week had been shitty to say the least. My college professor told me that I did awful on our last test, I nearly got fired from my job at this little restaurant and my best friend broke up with her long-term boyfriend and she needed me 24/7 for emotional support now.

“A frat party? Really Jo?” I asked my friend and rolled my eyes at her.

I had dressed up quite decently, I thought to myself as I kept walking towards the entrance of a big house at the end of the street. Joanne was right next to me and she didn’t look like crying for once.

“C’mon I really need some hot guys and a huge amount of alcohol to distract me from thinking about Aaron.” She explained showing me her big brown puppy dog eyes.

Jo knew that I wasn’t the biggest party goer in history but I had been to some epic parties with her. We still laugh at those memories from time to time.

“I guess one little frat party won’t hurt.” I gave in with a smile.

My best friend started grinning as we walked through the entrance door together.

There were so many people and my first instinct was to grab Jo’s hand. Guys I had never seen before greeted us with a dumb smirk as we pushed past them.

The frat house we were in was filled with boys and girls around our age. Some of them were dancing to a fast beat. ‘I’m not much of a dancer, really.’ I thought to myself as I saw their sweaty bodies.

No matter where me and Jo went there was always alcohol and some drunk guys who would try to start a conversation by slurring a few words.

“I didn’t miss the smell of booze and weed at all!” I shouted over the loud music, Joanne nodded in agreement and laughed at my disgusted face.

“Don’t be such a party pooper, Y/L/N!” Colby, a guy I had a few classes with, suddenly exclaimed as he surprised me by putting one of his arms on my shoulder.

“She is just awful, isn’t she?!” Colby asked Joanne and she just laughed. I knowingly rolled my eyes as I mouthed ‘maybe sometimes’.

“Is anyone up for a little dance?” he then asked and I could tell that he had his eyes set on Jo.

She didn’t seem uninterested in him either. Before she said ‘yes’ she quickly shot me a questioning look. At least she was making sure if I was okay with her leaving my side.

I just grinned and nodded as if I was saying ‘Go for it girl’.

As soon as I stopped moving my head up and down I heard her shout ‘I’d love to dance’ right before she took Colby’s arm. He happily smiled down at her.

“Sorry Y/N, but it’s not my fault that you have such a pretty friend.”

With that the two got lost in the crowd of dancing people. Left all alone I examined the dimly lit room. I had never seen so many drunk people in one house before.

Since I didn’t really know what to do or where to go, I just went straight to the bar and set down on one of the stools.

I got myself my first drink of the night and after I had finished it, I already felt a little bit more comfortable here.

Dan’s POV

“Sucks to be you!” Colby, one of my best friends laughed at me, shortly before he downed a tequila shot.

“I hate that stuff so much.” He then cursed as he bit into a slice of lime.

“I’m pretty sure that I’ll be saying that to you tomorrow morning when your head feels like it’s going to explode.” I smugly told him as I petted his back.

I was the designated driver in my group of friends tonight. So, no drinking for me. Of course, it sucked a little bit but one doesn’t need alcohol to have fun, right?

“Wow, do you see that girl in that red dress?” Colby suddenly grabbed the sleeve of my shirt and discreetly pointed at somebody to our left.

My eyes scanned the room and I spotted the girl Colby was talking about. But then my eyes landed on the girl next to her. It was Y/N. She looked as beautiful as ever tonight. It had been quite a while since I last saw her. We had gone to the same high school and I had a crush on her since I started my freshman year. We weren’t really friends back then, I’d say we were a little bit more than acquaintances. Unfortunately, we chose different colleges and I barely saw her now.

“Do you see the girl next to her? That’s her. That’s Y/N.” I excitedly told Colby whose eyes widened.

“This is the girl you have been talking about? The one you like since you are 15?”

‘Since you were 15’ It sounded ridiculous but I just couldn’t help it. I haven’t been able to forget about Y/N since I saw her for the first time.

“The one and only.” I whispered and kept staring at her from afar.

“Bro, you need to talk to her. Tonight is your chance!” Colby literally shouted and although I knew that he was right, I also got extremely nervous.

“I’ll talk to Y/N if you talk to her friend in the red dress.” I challenged my friend.

He looked a little bit startled at first but then he started grinning.

“Deal.” He said confidently as he shook my hand and walked straight towards her.

Y/N’s POV

“Hey beautiful.” I heard somebody say, making me look up. At first I didn’t know if those words were meant for me but than a dark-haired boy sat down on the bar stool next to me.

I blushed a little bit, noticing that he was really good looking.

“Do I know you?” I asked him with a polite smile.

“I don’t think so, but I’d really like to change that.” he grinned and held out his hand.

“I’m Dylan, nice to meet you.” He introduced himself as we shook hands.

“Y/N” I said, glad that I wasn’t all by myself anymore.

He seemed to be a really nice guy and the fact that he was so openly flirting with me kinda appealed to me somehow.

“Why is a pretty girl like you sitting here all alone?” Dylan wanted to know and I explained to him that I was just here because of my friend and that I wanted her to have fun tonight because she needed it.

“I feel like you deserve a little bit of fun too.” Dylan told me and smiled, showing me his pearly white teeth.

I thought about what he said for a while until I realized that he was right. After a horrible week like that fun was exactly what I needed.

“Let me buy you a drink, Y/N.”

Dan’s POV

Colby actually talked to Y/N’s friend and it really seemed like they totally hit it off. I watched them dance for a while until I had finally gathered enough courage to talk to Y/N.

I searched for her around the house and finally spotted her at the bar after nearly twenty minutes. As I approached her I noticed a guy sitting next to her. My heart sunk. I was too late.

I cursed under my breath as I heard Y/N giggle at something the guy said. From what I could tell she was pretty drunk. She was constantly giggling and shouting random things.

I was absolutely devastated. After all this time, I had the chance to finally talk to her again and now this random frat boy was relentlessly flirting with her in front of my eyes.

My blood was boiling and I was just mad at everybody and everything. Instead of just forgetting about it though, I just stood in the corner of the room and stared at them. I was holding a red solo cup that was filled with just water although I really wanted to get drunk, but after all I was still the designated driver and god, I couldn’t wait to get home.

After nearly an hour of me dwelling in my misery I decided to check up on Colby but as soon as I started walking towards the dance floor I heard something that made me spin around again.

“I said No, Dylan! Do you understand that? No!”

Y/N was shouting and the guy, Dylan apparently, was extremely close to her.

“C’mon pretty, don’t be such a prude. I bet you will like it.” He purred and that was enough.

I crossed the room as fast as I could, ready to punch an asshole.

Right before he could put his hand on her thigh I rudely pushed him away from Y/N.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing, mate?!” I shouted at Dylan, making him glare at me.

Dating Stiles Stilinski would include:

Masterlist 

-him being awkward around you at first

-he had a massive crush on you in freshman year -being friends with Scott first then meeting Stiles later on

-finding out about the supernatural

-Stiles trying to protect you with his bat

-being the only person to know what his real name is

-him making you laugh all the time

-being close with Scott

-being close with Isaac as well

-Stiles getting jealous at that^

-not liking Derek

-sassing Derek together

-sassing Stiles

-being just as sarcastic as Stiles

-Mr.Stilinski loving you like his own daughter

-helping Stiles through his panick attacks and nightmares

-being close with Liam

-being one of the only people Stiles can trust(besides Scott)

-Stiles talking to you about his mom

-your parents not liking Stiles at first but approving later on when they see how much he loves you

-Stiles trying to get you to watch Star Wars with him

-“Come on Y/N, please when I make references somebody has to know what I’m talking about!”

-“No offence babe, but I don’t think anyone knows what your talking about all the time.”^

-you being the big spoon when cuddling

-having make out sessions when your supposed to be ‘studying’

-his dad walking in on you two the one time

-it being very awkward(lol just imagine😂)

AN: Hey guys! This is my first time do anything Teen Wolf related so please give me feedback and remember to requests because I have no ideas for a new imagine Sunday! Thankyou💜❤💕

Originally posted by hoppelessssssss

My Homophobic Experiences

- my social worker not believing I was a lesbian, I had to tell her five times I was gay and dating a girl, because she kept saying even tho I said “my girlfriend” that we were just friends
- being taught for over 10 years being gay is wrong in my catholic school
- my dad calling lesbians dirty and gross and saying they only did it for males attention
- my dad saying being bi (when I came out as bi, I still didn’t come to terms) was a thing the devil controlled and made me pray multiple times and constantly yelled at me
- my mom’s lawyer thinking I was only gay because I was abused and that I chose to be gay
- multiple boys at school asking for me and my girlfriend to have threesomes with them
- getting sexually harassed and people telling me they were trying to fix me
- a boy telling me that I wasn’t really gay because I could find boys attractive
- getting called a faggot constantly for years middle school/freshman year
- having a friend tell me I “have a boy I’d go straight for”
- being told that everyone is bi and I can’t be fully into girls
- literally getting screamed at by girls for being in the lockerroom during gym
- having a girl in my class invite me over only to insult me for hours for liking a girl

i watched les choristes in french class freshman year and we watched it again this year and it’s so good i knew how it was gonna end and yet i was holding back tears at the end FUK n the music is nice and pierre is beautiful

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c'mon // panic! at the disco + fun.

Neurotypicals act like they know everything about mental illnesses because they took Psych 101 their freshman year and have a friend with an autistic brother.

Somehow they think they know more about mental illnesses than mentally ill people (cause we know nothing about our illnesses!) and try to tell us bullshit that they made up on the spot.

i was explaining a fanfic i wrote freshman year to my friend where someone finds a photo album and tries to track down the owner by visiting all the locations in the pictures and partway thru i realized that the plot of botw was actually stolen directly from my 80k dick grayson/wally west non-powered au slow burn young justice fanfic and nintendo owes me millions in damages. plagiarism is not a joke. call your lawyer, reggie

anonymous asked:

Wait, could you tell us more about your locker hermit crabs? Please?

KP: Freshman year me and my friend Andy raised hermit crabs in our locker. We kept a little light and food and a water spray and checked in on them every period.

Houston we have a problem

What I Wish I’d Known Freshman Year (a.k.a. How to Survive Your First Year of High School)

I’ve been thinking about making this post for a while now and have gotten some asks about freshman year so without further ado, here it is. Freshman year considered the worst year of high school by most. You’re young, nervous, and stuck in this big new building with big and ‘scary’ upperclassmen and have probably heard all these rumors and stories about the teachers and how hard they are. It’s definitely a confusing time but fear not, it’s not as bad as it seems!

  • Grades matter but it’s not life and death. Grades are important. Most colleges only look at your GPA from grades 9-11 and possibly first semester senior year so you’re looking at freshman year grades being worth as much as 33% of the GPAs colleges see. That’s a lot. So please don’t take grades as a joke and not study/not take things seriously. You could jeopardize your college chances or make it really difficult to rebound. With that being said, it’s ok to get a B or two and to struggle a bit. You’re getting used to a new schedule and a new class rigor so some stumbling is to be expected. Just don’t dig yourself into a hole you won’t be able to get out of. Show up to class on time, do your homework, take notes, study hard for tests, and ask for help if you need it.
  • Be nice to your teachers. There’s this idea that if you get along with your teachers you’ll be ostracized as the teacher’s pet. That is not true (and anyone who thinks that has no idea what they’re saying). Being the “teacher’s pet” or nice to teachers isn’t a bad thing. See, freshman year teachers are stuck having classes full of squirrely and immature 14 year olds who make their life difficult. Wouldn’t it be nice if there was one student in the class who was nice to them and appreciated what they do? If you’re nice to your teachers, they’re much more likely to be more lenient with you if you have some outside issues that affect your school work, they’ll be eager to help you, and you’ll do much better in the class. Most teachers are smart, kind, and interesting people that are definitely worth knowing. I can’t tell you how much it’s helped me during high school that I was friends with my French teacher from freshman year and my junior and senior year English teacher who helped me with my college apps and valedictorian speech. You’ll benefit more than you know.
  • Make a friend in every class. Because you’re just starting out, you most likely won’t know that many people. There’s nothing worse than the feeling of having to choose partners for a project or activity and you don’t know anybody. Thus, you should make an effort to get to know a person in each one of your classes. It’s a good way to make new friends and they’ll be super helpful if you miss a day and need to get the homework. I met one of my best friends freshman year in biology so who knows, you could meet your future best friends too.
  • Don’t be stupid. And by that, I mean don’t party hard, experiment with hard drugs (or any drugs for that matter), and don’t get drunk. You’re young and I know it seems cool to get drunk or stoned, but it can negatively affect your schoolwork, health, and social life. It’s not worth it. You’ll have time later to experiment and have fun but freshman year of high school is not a good time to do so. Let’s not mention the numerous legal consequences if you’re caught underage with drugs or alcohol and how detrimental they can be towards your future.
  • Get involved. I know you’re new and probably have no idea what you want to do with your life yet (and if you do, it will most likely change as you go through high school) but find activities both inside and outside of school that you think you’ll enjoy. Some ideas are sports teams, student council, volunteering, clubs etc. It’s not only starting to prepare your college resume (although you shouldn’t be worrying about college apps yet) but also helping you make new friends and discover what you’re really into. Don’t be afraid to join something for whatever reason. Chances are, everyone’s nervous because it’s freshman year and they don’t know anybody so you’re all in the same boat.
  • Be organized. This will help you all throughout high school and getting a system set freshman year will only work in your favor. First, get a planner or agenda. Write down all of your homework, tests, quizzes, and projects and when they’re due and any other events like club meetings or practices so you’ll know what your week looks like. It will prevent forgetting anything important and will help you manage your time. Also find a study system that will work for you. Experiment with different note taking and study methods until you find one that works for you. And finally, don’t eat the elephant a.k.a. don’t leave your homework for Sunday night. It’s not fun and you’ll tire yourself out. Be proactive and get things done early.
  • Make friends with the upperclassmen. They will help you more than you know. I know they look intimidating, but talk to them! Most of them are super nice and can help you get to know your high school better, give you gossip, and you’ll look super cool talking to your upperclassmen friends. Truthfully, up until junior year, I got a long better with the upperclassmen than kids my grade because they were more mature.
  • Relationships don’t matter. It sounds harsh but it’s true. You’re not going to be together with your freshman year significant other for a long period of time, you’re just not. You’ll both grow and mature and realize you want different things and breakup and that’s ok. Don’t take your relationships too seriously and make them your whole life because you’ll regret it. Instead, your dating life should be more about having fun than something serious and long lasting. 
  • Make an effort to participate in school spirit activities. It doesn’t have to be all of them or even most but you should attend some events. Try to make it out to a football game, go to homecoming, and attend spirit rallies or assemblies. I get that some of you don’t like them because they’re loud and can be boring, and that’s fine, but spirit events are a great way to bond with your class and get a feel for what high school really is. They make great memories and it would be awful to look back on high school senior year and realize you’ve never been to one school activity.
  • Mental health is super important. Please don’t ignore it because it affects every facet of your life. Talk to someone if you’re depressed, anxious, stressed, overworked etc. Get the help you need. Don’t hide your problems and think they’ll go away because they most likely won’t and you’ll suffer in your academics, social life, and overall health. You’ll naturally feel different all year because high school is a big transition and you’re getting used to everything but make an effort to reach out to friends, teachers, counselors, and parents to talk about how you’re feeling.

That turned out kind of long but I hope it was helpful. Let me know if you have any questions and good luck next year! 

The One With Prom Night

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: When Stiles offhandedly rejects your offer to go to prom with him you find yourself feeling hurt and try to avoid him, leaving Stiles confused as he tries to figure out what’s bothering you and how to fix it.

A/N: i know it’s been a while since i updated, i’m sorry! xx

MASTERLIST, MOBILE MASTERLIST (you can like it and save it for later!)

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“What’s going on?” you ask, nudging Stiles slightly as you walk into the senior assembly. Stiles pulls you towards the back of the crowd until your backs are pressed against the wall, “They’re looking for volunteers.”

“For?”

“Prom committee. Apparently no one really volunteered this year. I suppose they’re all still recovering from when the Beast attacked.”

“Can you blame them?” you sigh, slumping slightly, “Maybe we should volunteer – half the weird supernatural crap in this town happens on our watch.”

Stiles tilts his head with a frown, “I’m not even planning on going to senior prom let alone organizing it.”

“Wha- why not?!”

“Shhh,” he hisses as a few people turn around in annoyance, “Lydia is clearly interested in Parrish and I’m not going without a date!”

“I’ll be your date,” you shrug with a crooked smile, “Just don’t plan on getting lucky afterwards.”

“No way,” he scoffs, chuckling.

“Why not?” you cock a brow up, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Because it’s you!”

“Ahem,” the vice principal clears her throat and you realize most of the senior class is watching the two of you, “Since you two are obviously quite excited and chatty about the prom committee, I’ll put your names down,” she says with narrowed eyes.

“Well, I guess we’re volunteering,” Stiles grumbles under his breath.
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The school had cut it a little close with planning – two weeks was barely enough to plan a senior prom that would get everyone’s minds off the horrors they had witnessed less than a month ago.

What was worse was that one week had already passed and you had barely made any progress, especially since you were avoiding Stiles.

‘Because it’s you’

What did that even mean?

Sure, you were only offering to go with him as a friend, and kind of just to tease him, but the way he reacted – like it was the most ridiculous suggestion in the world – it really struck a chord with you. You wanted to grab his shoulders and shake him every time you saw him.

What? Like you weren’t good enough for him?

“Y/N.” Scott snaps his fingers in front of your face, “You roped me into this stupid thing at least tell me what to do instead of frowning at the wall,” he pokes a finger into your forehead until it relaxes, “What are you so tense about anyway? Your chemo signals are all over the place.”

“I’m-“ you inhale sharply, “Just annoyed – I can’t believe I got stuck with this.”

“Stiles said you were talking about volunteering before the vice principal made you.”

“Yeah well,” you grumble, putting your paint brush down.

“Well, Stiles will be here soon to help,” Scott says enthusiastically.

“I thought he was taking care of the tickets? He’s not supposed to come here.”

“Yeah he finished early so he said he’d come help – he felt bad you’ve been doing most of this by yourself.”

Before you can argue, Stiles walks in with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, “I come bearing decorations,” he announces. He drops the bag, wrapping his arms around you and swinging you around as he picks you up off the floor, “I feel like I haven’t seen you for years,” he mumbles into your shoulder, his face buried in it.

You struggle against him slightly until he lets you down. You tug at your t-shirt, “It’s been a week, Stiles.”

“That’s like a million years for us. I’ve seen you every day since we were five years old.”

You couldn’t argue.

“Well, I was just leaving,” you mumble, picking up your bag.

“What? I just got here,” he frowns, standing in your way, “Stay for a little while longer. Help me put the decorations up!”

“I’m sure you and Scott can handle it. I have to go meet with the DJ. I’ll come back in a few hours.” You rush out the door before he can get in another word, slightly flushed from him hugging you and slightly annoyed that he was completely oblivious he had hurt your feelings.

“What’s up with her?” Stiles frowns, watching you disappear down the hallway, “She’s been like that all week.”

Scott shifts uncomfortably.

“What?” Stiles presses him.

“I picked up on her scent – what she was feeling.”

“Okay? And?”

“Well, when it was just us, she was annoyed, confused, maybe? When you walked in her heart was racing and for a second I thought I caught-“ he pauses and bites his lip, “Well, whatever it was, a second later it was replaced by anger.”

“Anger? You don’t think I accidentally grabbed her boob or something, do you?”

Scott rolls his eyes, “I think she’s mad at you.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know. Maybe she think you’re slacking off on helping with the Prom.”

Stiles groans and let’s his head hang back, “I knew I’d be crap at this.”

“Well, fix it. She’s your best friend. Finish the decorations before she gets back,” Scott suggests. Stiles nods firmly, unzipping the bag, “Where do we start?”
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You walk into the auditorium, surprised by the dim glow of fairy lights, covering the walls and netted across the ceiling. The candles on the bleachers filled the room with the soft scent of vanilla.

“Like it?”

Stiles was bouncing on his heels, impressed with his handiwork.

“It’s beautiful - it’s got nothing to do with the Monte Carlo theme but it’s beautiful,” you laugh, looking up at the ceiling.

“Screw Monte Carlo,” he scoffs.

“It’s like seeing the stars,” you marvel.

“I know how you love the stars,” he says, resting a hand on the small of your back, “I’m glad you like it. I hated you being mad at me.”

“You did this for me?” you turn to face him. He nods with a small smile.

“Stiles-“

“I know why you were mad,” he says.

“You do?”

“Yeah,” he smiles, “I’m sorry if I made you think I didn’t care. I do – I really do.”

“You do?” you furrow your brows together and before you can stop yourself, you’re standing on your tip toes and kissing him. For a split second, you feel like he’s kissing you back but then he pulls away, his hands resting on your shoulder.

“What… just… happened?” he stares at you with wide eyes.

“Y-you – I just –“ you inhale sharply, smiling crookedly as you try to hide your nerves, “You did all this – you said you were sorry for making me think you didn’t care about me because you do.”

“Not you…”

“What?”

“I was sorry for making you think I didn’t care about Prom when it was so important to you,” he furrows his brows together, “I thought you were mad because I wasn’t helping out enough that’s why I finished all this tonight. I – I don’t understand – you were mad about something else? And you just kissed me, I-“ he shakes his head in confusion.

You shake your head, staring at the floor as tears spill out of your eyes – out of your control. Why were you crying? Kissing him was just a knee jerk reaction to the vibe around you – romantic, soft – the candles, the lights, the music. Right?

But as you looked up at Stiles, you realized that wasn’t the case at all, because nothing hurt more than you kissing him and him pulling away.

“Y/N?” he stares at you, “A-are you crying?” he stammers. He reaches out a hand but you step backwards, using your sleeve to wipe at your eyes.

“Whoa, hey. Tell me what’s going on,” he says softly, “Did I say something?”

“No, it was me,” you choke, “It’s my bad.”

“Y/N,” he frowns, reaching out for you again.

“Don’t,” you blurt out, “Please just leave.” Stiles parts his lips to argue but then just sighs, watching silent tears roll down your cheeks, “Fine.”
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“- and then she started crying!” Stiles huffs, pacing in Scott’s bedroom, “She was like shaking and she wouldn’t let me touch her! Scott, I’ve never seen her like that!”

“I have,” Scott mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose in realization, “Remember in freshman year when she was friends with Jackson and he was dating Lydia secretly and y/n had that huge crush on him and told him and he turned her down? She cried for the whole of lunch.”

“Okay, so?”

“So she kissed you Stiles because she thought you were agreeing you felt what she did – that you understood. And then you all but said you didn’t feel the same way.”

“I did not!” he exclaims.

“You pulled away, Stiles. And even after she kissed you, you didn’t understand and kept asking her what was wrong!” Scott rolls his eyes, “To a girl, that’s like a slap in the face.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t feel the same way!” Stiles argues.

“Well, do you?”

“I – I don’t know?! It’s y/n! It’s-“ he pauses, his eyes widening, “Shit, that’s why she was mad. She offered to go the prom with me and I turned her down, I said I wouldn’t because ‘it was her’.”

“God, you’re such a dick,” Scott flops onto his bed as Stiles continues to pace, “How could you say that to her when she has feelings for you?”

“Well, she didn’t know about her own feelings, how was I supposed to?! You didn’t, Mr. Big Alpha Werewolf.”

Scott frowns, “Whatever man, you can’t get out of this one by blaming me for not being able to sniff her feelings out,” he chuckles, “She’s been your best friend your whole life.”

“Right,” Stiles nods, “I can make it right. Right?

“Maybe you should give her some space,” Scott says.

“Why? She cried over Jackson for a half hour at lunch and then ate her spaghetti and got over it. I’m her best friend-“

“Why is why it’ll take her longer,” Scott stands up and places a hand on Stiles’ shoulder, “I’m sorry man. I’m sure it’ll work itself out with time,” he reassures him.
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Prom night came around in a blink. Despite the year’s events, the school halls were filled with an excited chatter – hope, happiness. You felt the complete opposite.

On the one hand you were confused about your feelings for Stiles. Had the always been there or were they just the result of him rejecting you and you trying to prove yourself?

On the other hand you were mad at yourself for handling things so immaturely. Why had you cried? Every time you thought about it you buried your head in a pillow. How could you ever face him again?

You had no right to be mad at him, especially when he had no idea what was going on. He had stayed away from you for the rest of the week, though still doing his part of organizing prom, but you still needed tonight away – watching couples all night long wouldn’t do you any good. You had a few missed calls from Scott and Kira and even Lydia but none from Stiles – he was probably relieved he wouldn’t have to spend prom walking on eggshells around you.

There’s a low tap at your window and then a loud one before it slides up.

“HOLY SHIT STILES!” you scream, clutching a pillow to your chest, “Have you ever heard of a freaking front door?”

“I’ve been coming into your house this way since I was tall enough to climb through your window,” he shrugs, pulling it down behind him.

“What are you doing here?” you frown, studying his attire. He wore a suit, his tie hanging loosely around his collar. He tugs at it nervously, “My prom is wherever you are,” he chuckles, “Too corny?”

“Really?” you frown, “That’s the joke you’re going with it in this situation?”

“I’m not the one who made this situation uncomfortable,” he crosses his arms over his chest, “You got mad at me and stormed off without explaining, I mean, I’m not god! I can’t read your mind and-“

“I know, I’m sorry,” you interject, placing a hand on his arms, “It was childish. I was just trying to make sense of it myself and I was embarrassed too, okay?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “It’s not okay. It’s totally unfair, you didn’t even give me a chance to- to-“

“To what?” you sigh, “I didn’t really feel like getting rejected a week before prom, Stiles.”

“A chance to consider it – us, I mean.”

“Us?” you mumble.

“I mean – well, yeah. I mean on one hand you’re my best friend and it’d be weird, I mean like – and – and then on the other hand you’re all hot and funny and shit and like-“ he places a hand over his chest, “My heart is going crazy right now.”

“You’re not making any sense,” you mumble, studying his zoned out face.

“What happens if we try this and it doesn’t work out?” he asks, his face suddenly pained, “Then do we just go our separate ways? You ignore me like you did all week?”

“Wha- Stiles, no. I would never. Look, if we did try and it didn’t work out then – then we’ll get past it, like we’re getting past this right now. And if it’s not what you want – if I’m not what you want – then we’ll just stay friends. We can just pretend none of this ever happened.”

“Of course you’re what I want,” he steps closer to you, “I’m just not sure what it is I want with you.”

“Well, do you want to kiss me?”

He nods slowly, leaning in. Just the feeling of his lips pressed against yours made the tight feeling in your chest melt away. Suddenly he’s laughing against your lips – you could feel his smile.

“What?” you raise a brow, resting your forehead against his.

“Nothing it’s just – you told me I shouldn’t expect to get lucky prom night. Does that still stand?” he smirks.

“Guess not,” you mumble against his lips.

So this post reminded me of my days in marching band, where I was known for adopting freshmen and taking them under my wing (sometimes while actively trying not to), and I knew others did the same. I feel like this is probably common practice on other teams as well, especially close knit teams such as SMH. So I’ve compiled a list of headcannons of who I feel was adopted by who as freshmen.

Jack and Shitty: Unfortunately I just don’t know about these guys. Maybe Johnson adopted one or both? Hopefully someone kind and supportive idk.

Ransom and Holster: These two were both adopted by Shitty I bet. Shitty is a natural adopter, in his own way. He nicknamed them. He’s probably the one who taught them how to party.

Lardo: Jack. They have a Connection, they get each other. Jack totally understood all the ins and outs of the team and definitely taught Lardo better than even the last manager. 

Ollie and Wicks: I truly believe that as the supportive bros they are, R&H totally adopted all the frogs their sophomore year, including Ollie and Wicks, who now have their dibs.

Bitty: Obviously adopted by Ransom and Holster, as stated in the other post. But those two adopted many frogs, so Shitty shares custody on Bitty too.

Chowder: Bitty is obviously his father. Clear dad role there, Bitty went hardcore on the adoption thing, Chowder loves it. I would argue that Jack shares a bit of custody on Chowder too. He was so excited to learn his dads were dating.

Dex: Dex seems pretty resistant to adoption. I would argue that, in a strange turn of events, Shitty has adopted him most with the whole friendly debate thing they have going on.

Nursey: Lardo adopted Nursey. She missed out on adoption her sophomore year because study abroad, but she’s totally taken Nursey under her wing and they’re totally Art Bros. He accepts parenting from Bitty as well.

Tango: Tango is the type who’s just happy to be on the team and will let anyone who can put up with his incessant questions and talking adopt him (this was me as a freshman). Chowder has adopted him most firmly, Nursey being in second, but Bitty and Ransom also probably share custody at least a little.

Whiskey: Even more resistant to adoption than Dex. Nobody has true custody of him, though he will accept very occasional parenting from Bitty (when he’s not super fed up with it) and I could see him maybe being bros with Dex. 

Foxtrot: Holster and Lardo share custody of her. I’ll be interested to see how dynamics with her play out more. Bitty will probably also have custody, and I could see her and Nursey hardcore bonding too.

The "coming out" story

I’ll admit, I don’t exactly know where to start with this but as I’m sure y'all are aware of, I’m gay. A true blue homosexual.

I am much more moderate on where my sexuality lies in place of my life. I don’t believe it’s a part of my personality, but I think, for me, it definitely just isn’t an aspect of my life as arbitrary as my hair color or race. I think there’s definitely a part of my life that is affected by it so it in some way, it is a part of me. But, yes, at the end of the day, it’s what I am. Not who I am.

So, as I sit here poking at this tiny ass keypad on my phone at nearly midnight, I’m musing on how exactly I came out. To be honest, I never really did.

I was the “odd child,” like every television faggot-to-be. I liked acting and singing and art. I got along much better with the girls than the boys. I was squeamish, frail, and not very assertive. And so, as middle school came around, I was like the last one to find out I was gay.

I remember, in particular, in the seventh grade, the first time I ever mentioned a guy was hot to my lunch table, everyone was shocked that I was talking about it. I was like “lmaooooo I already told you guys I was bi weeks ago” (lies on all fronts).

It was a big deal and made waves at school. I think it was like 2012. It was still rumor until maybe the end of eighth grade. I actually remember on the VERY last day of my eighth grade year, I told two random strangers. I forget why. They were unnerved but probably because I was THE first gay (at this point I had come out as homosexual) they’d met besides Ellen. I didn’t know anyone who was gay besides Ellen besides maybe one of my friends!

Freshman year, I remember telling these two girls in my gym class. I was quickly slipping from my EXCEPTIONALLY effeminate nature. Still I wasn’t and still am not masculine. I was the token gay dude. All the gay people were edgy teenage lesbians. At this point it was VERRRRRY well known. I had found out there was only one other out gay dude at my high school asides for a senior who had graduated as I came into high school. I think there may have been a few others on the down-low.

Regardless, I was one of two out people on campus. The other was a heavy introvert, leaving me to fend for myself.

And… It was fine. I had a loooot of people come back to me like “EG, rumors are coming around that you’re ACTUALLY gay.” I still didn’t exactly hide it too well and I definitely still don’t. To this day, I’ve yet to be bullied for my sexuality.

I dipped my toes and plunged into Social Justice because that’s all who, at the time, were talking about gay rights. In freshman year I came out publicly with a slam poem to my English class. I thought that’s what I was supposed to do. Something impactful. And then, I was absorbed into the rest of social justice. As Sophomore year passed, I still was a total Social Justice acolyte but by that summer, I dropped it. I remember I dropped feminism first.

I’m still just different, but that’s okay.

Nowadays, it’s still very well known (I have it on good word the faculty has, more than once, murmured about it) I’m a gay guy. I kind of hate to talk about it with my teachers. Maybe it’s for fear of predetermined judgments because, well, there’s a huge stereotype that gay guys are all hardcore socjus democrats as I once WAS. The only time people really talk about it is when the occasional “jockish” type has a oddly specific question (…ehhhhhh) or when I or someone else makes a joke about it. Though, most of the girls seem to think that because of I’m gay, I instantly am indifferent to them talking about their periods or which guys I think are cute. The former is EXTREMELY common. Such is my cross to bear, lol.

I never did come out to my parents. They both know, really. My mom chooses to avoid the topic and my dad, I think, ignores it or thought I phased past it. I don’t necessarily need their approval but I think everyone would love for their parents to do so, anyway. You know, one day, I’d like to have a guy be able to meet them. Of course, I’d probably have another moment like I did at the lunch table in the seventh grade.

Perhaps my frail body and strange, incessant vicarious perspective on the world made me rewire a few brain circuits and my desire to be like the muscular guys on TV turned into some infatuation, or maybe it was completely by nature. Regardless, I’m not uncomfortable for what I am or, yeah, who I am.

So there it is. My gay part or life scrawled out on a shitty tumblr post that I typed on my phone.