i love the lady that plays the teacher

Just Friends // Baekhyun (1)

synopsis: your relationship with Baekhyun used to be full of hatred until one little school project makes the feelings swerve everywhere

chapters: one // two

genre: fluff and angst in the future

pov: 1st

word count: 1,878

author’s note: if this chapter gets fifty likes or more, i’ll start working on the second chapter! this was actually really fun to write as well. as always, i hope you enjoy and requests are open!

TRIGGER WARNING: this chapter includes domestic/child abuse and alcoholism


It wasn’t always this confusing. In fact, when we were younger, we despised each other. I guess it was due to the fact of us being children, and like all children, we were most likely drama queen and king. Actually, the only reason our relationship is confusing, is because of what happened last week. You’re probably confused, aren’t you? Well how about this, I’ll go back and explain our relationship, what happened, and how we ended up in this situation. Then, we’ll be where we are now, does that sound good?


Walking through the doors of preschool consisted of me holding on to my mother’s hand, desperately tugging at it to make her take the both of us home. My older brother told me that preschool was the best year of school ever, and I believed him. Until we walked through the doors. Kids were everywhere, yelling, running, and playing. It’s terrifying. “Y/N, you have to let go of my hand, sweetie.” Mom chuckled, gently removing one finger at a time from her hand.

“No way!” I exclaimed, grabbing onto her arm instead. She gave me ‘the look’ before proceeding to walk away. She mouthed an ‘I love you’ before leaving the place. At the brink of tears, I slowly walked into the hectic room, trying to avoid any trouble, along with the noisy kids.

“Baekhyun, slow down!” a young lady, presumably the teacher, yelled, running after a brown haired child, who is most likely Baekhyun. Soon enough the brown haired kid would run past me, but he instead ran into me and knocked me down to the ground.

“Watch where you’re going!” he exclaimed. “You almost gave me cooties, how gross!”

I have never even heard of cooties until this very moment, and my small, frail body ended up trembling, the tears that welled up in my eyes being released. Cooties, he sounded so angry when he said that. And that was frightening. Needless to say, I started to think I was dying, as if I had this disease called cooties, which was the most deadly disease in the world. Thanks to me being an over-dramatic four-year-old, I thought I was on the brink of death, like I could die at any moment. To sum up, the word “cooties” made me think I was in danger and I ended up breaking down, tears finally streaming down my face.

The mysterious lady (who I had absolutely no clue of her name) scurried over to me, her face etched in worry. She picked me up and looked down at the boy and scolded, “I have had enough of this behavior, Byun Baekhyun! If I have to scold you one more time, there will be a call to mom and dad!” She yelled, she actually yelled. I remembered my brother saying, “if the teacher actually yells at a preschool student, it means they often get in trouble, so don’t worry about getting yelled at unless you choose to be an annoying rascal.” Did I know what the word rascal meant? No. But I assumed it was pretty bad, considering he used it in the context of “don’t get in trouble or you’re a rascal.”

After hearing her yell, I buried my face into the crook of her neck. I was never a person who could handle anything revolving around yelling or fighting. Call me weak if you must, but it’s who I am and I’ve come to accept it.

From that moment on, I swore to myself that I would avoid Baekhyun at all costs. That plan, however, failed. First of all, it just so happened that my assigned spot was right next to Baekhyun, which meant that he could torture and annoy me whenever he pleased. And let me tell you, he took up that offer every moment he could.

Ever since then, every single day I came home, I would whine and complain to my brother about how infuriating Baekhyun was. And every single time, he had the exact same reply: “He has a crush on you.” (Admittedly, the first time he said crush I was very confused since crush usually means smash, break, destroy, and etcetera.)

Then the next year of school came around, and with just my luck, I managed to be in the very kindergarten classroom of Byun Baekhyun. However, he ignored me for a few months. He was too busy hanging out with his newfound best friend, Park Chanyeol. He was (and still is) a lengthy person, his legs very long. For the most part, I really liked Chanyeol. The taller male was an angel: whenever Baekhyun came my way to irritate me, Chanyeol steered him away, instead dragging him along to the action figures and other toys, a great distraction for any five or six year old. To put it simply, I felt like Chanyeol was a guardian angel, always steering the annoying Baekhyun away from me.

For a majority of kindergarten, not much happened to me dealing with Baekhyun, though first grade is where hell truly took place.

During summertime, when I was transitioning from kindergarten to first grade, my mom lost her job and started drinking. For the first few days, she’d have a beer every day, but then it turned to more. It was three drinks, four drinks, five drinks, and so on, until it eventually became a new beer after the last was finished. Throughout the summer, all I saw of her was her either drinking, drunk out of her mind, vomiting, or passed out. My father was dealing with her, doing his best to make sure she didn’t pass, but then she did something truly awful. One time, my father refused to give her another beer, all the beer that had been in the fridge was either thrown out or stashed away, and that’s when my mom lost it.

She started becoming violent, both physically and emotionally. At first, it was aimed only towards my dad, so he often times came to mine and my brother’s room, discussing how we should at all times possible stay in our room or at a friend’s house, which is what we did for quite a while. That is, until, my mother started breaking even more. She eventually demanded we open the door, and when we wouldn’t, she kick at it. At first, we were fine with that. We knew she was out of her mind. But then she finally kicked the door down. When she did break the door, she started screaming like the madwoman she was.

Once she came in, she grabbed my hair and pulled. She kept pulling at it, even though I screamed and yelled for her to stop. She started pulling the hair out, and to this day, I have a scar on the right side of my head, forever there to remind me of the awful day.

Luckily for me and my brother, he was able to grab his phone in the midst of this and called for dad, when he picked up he was a sobbing mess, begging for him to come inside and take us away. The first thing my father did was call the police, to tell them about the domestic and child abuse going on, and then he ran. No matter how slow he normally was, he ran as fast as the speed of sound and made it to us, quickly hitting at my mother until she fell back, which is when he picked me up and grabbed my brother’s hand, running far away from the house.

By the time first grade started, I was still an emotional mess due to the whole mother situation. To make it worse, Baekhyun was still in the same class as me while Chanyeol was over in Ms. Kim’s classroom. He managed to make another friend though. His name was Sehun, but he’s an even shittier person than Baekhyun, which made my life ten times more miserable than it was on its own.

In addition to that, exactly one week before Mother’s Day, my class started our projects for gifts to, if not obvious enough already, give to our mothers. My teacher was kind enough to whisper to me during nap time (the one time other children would actually fall asleep, which was oddly strange) that I could draw my dad a picture instead, so that is what I did.

My drawing was a picture of my father, my brother, and myself in our quaint house next to the park. Of course, I never even thought of my mother once through the entire drawing process (as much of a process as there is for a seven-year-old). My time drawing my small family was peaceful, until the two notorious brats Sehun and Baekhyun decided to waltz in and think they knew enough about my life to criticize the picture.

Sehun for the most part was on the shy side, but once he was with Baekhyun he was the devil, which made this experience so much more enjoyable. “Hi, Y/N!” Baekhyun said, a cheery ass smile on his face.

“What do you want?” I asked, immediately furious, knowing the two boys were up to no good.

Sehun instantly replies. “You’re drawing is wrong.” Baekhyun just snickered in agreement. What assholes.

“How is it wrong?” I questioned, voice innocent yet dripping with anger.

“You forgot your mommy, the reason why it’s being drawn.” Baekhyun answered. Okay, I may have thought to myself that I had moved on from the situation, but do to my reaction, I clearly hadn’t in the slightest. Instead of the calm reaction I was hoping for, I ended up bursting into tears, not only making me even sadder, but also embarrassed for the rest of the school year (until Hoseok ended up peeing himself during snack time one day).

This scene seems all too familiar. Though at the time I didn’t realize this, Baekhyun made me cry just like in preschool, and yet again, I had a teacher scurrying over to me, ready to help out. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” she asked, eyebrows raised in concern.

“They-they said that… that m-my drawing was wrong!” I confessed, gripping onto the back of her shirt for dear life as I cried to my heart’s content. With her already glaring at the two boys, I continued on. “They said it was wro-wrong because it didn’t have a mommy!” I hiccuped. Once I finished crying and calmed down for the most part, she gave a stern look to the two boys and made them follow her outside to the hallway while some girls ran over to play with me and attempt to cheer me up.

“Just ignore them,” one of the girls, Jennie, said, giving me a hug before asking if I could join them. By the end of the school day, Jennie and I were calling each other best friends (but doesn’t every seven year old child do so?) and planning to meet up. My next few years were peaceful, as I managed to get through with the help of Jennie and Baekhyun being in other classrooms. But once I got to high school?

This is just the start of my life, I am nowhere near done.

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“Man may have discovered fire, but women discovered how to play with it.”


“My favorite one is a guy that I nicknamed Fernando. He has long shoulder-length hair and a moustache and sometimes a little goatee and usually works as a sort of janitor figure or whatever, whatever’s needed. He’s been my favorite I think, just because of the elaborate backstory I’ve given him as a flamenco-dancing assassin.” - Matthew Rhys

“Our favorite, the one that all the ladies like, is Fernando. |Laughter] And Fernando is spanish. We decided he’s a flamenco teacher and he’s incredibly sexy.” - Keri Russell

anonymous asked:

A production of Much Ado About Nothing where Benedick frantically flips through a Shakespeare insult generator as Beatrice insults him.



At the start of the play Beatrice says “in our last conflict four of his five wits went halting off, now is the whole man governed with one.”




“What! My dear Lady Disdain!” *whips out book* “Are you yet living?”

So then it’s just like

Ben: Well, you are a rare… *flip flip flip* …parrot-teacher!

Bea: A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.

Ben: I would… *flip flip* … my horse had the speed of your tongue, and so good a continuer *she knocks the book out of his hand* - BUT, keep your way, in God’s name, I have done!

And after that we occasionally see him sulking and poring over the book, muttering to himself and trying to memorise them, and later in their fights, holding it behind his back and only checking it occasionally, and Beatrice getting steadily more annoyed.






AND BEATRICE IS JUST LIKE “wtf where is ur insult book what is this”


“the god of love

*flip flip flip*



sits above?????”

And as he’s complaining that he can’t write a sonnet and that he can’t find rhymes for words, he’s scowling at the sonnet book the whole time, before he chucks it away in annoyance to fashion a sonnet “of his own pure brain.”

Finally, of course, he gives up on words altogether and just snogs her brains out. Actions speak louder than words, after all.

“I think there’s plenty of potential for more “adult” VM storylines, especially with the stuff in the books. The furthest those get from being “noir” in the usual sense is in how smoothly Wallace’s and Logan’s professional lives play out. I wouldn’t say no to some teacher and/or military responsibilities clashing with the general crap that happens in Neptune around Veronica. Only so many fistfights you can get into for justice / your lady love before the Navy brass notices!”

You’re working on your math assignment when suddenly someone taps your desk repeatedly. You look up in annoyance at Calum Hood, the top soccer player for your school.

“Can I help you?” You ask, cocking an eyebrow up.

“Quite an attitude for such a lovely lady.” He smirks.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. “You didn’t answer my question.”


“Alright class, take your seats!” Your teacher exclaims, clapping her hands to gather everyone’s attention.

Calum lets out an annoyed huff before walking back to his desk and playing on his phone the entire class period. Before you know it the bell rings, and it’s lunch time. You quickly gather your things, and leave the room to make it to the cafeteria in time to get a good spot in the line. You order your food, and find an empty table in the corner of the cafeteria, and pull out your psychology textbook to look over while you eat.

“Hey princess.” A familiar voices coos.

You pretend you didn’t hear him and continue to read over your book. He slides in the chair next to yours, and closes your book forcing you to look at him.

“What do you want, Calum?” You groan.

“Can’t I just want to talk to the prettiest girl at Jefferson High?” He grins.

“Not when you’re preventing me from studying.” You glare at him before trying to move his hand from your book.

He smirks as your hand grabs his. “Already trying to hold my hand, princess?”

“I’m trying to study for our next class, because in case you forgot we have a test.”

He rolls his eyes. “Can you just listen to me for one minute, Y/N?”

“Fine.” You huff. “You have one minute. Go.”

“Well, I know we come from completely different social classes, and we haven’t really hung out before except when we’re paired up in class, an-“

“Thirty seconds.”

“W-would you uh maybe want to go out on Friday night? It’s okay if you don’t I totally understand.” He rushes out in one breath.

You stare at him in disbelief. The usual cocky, confident Calum was suddenly replaced with a nervous, stuttering, blushing mess of a boy.

“Y-you want to go out with me?” You ask incredulously.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” He furrows his brows in confusion.

“Wait, is this a joke?” You ask.

“No! Of course not!” He exclaims.

“Then why are your soccer buddies laughing at us over there?” You demand before gathering your books and standing up. “Ya know, I knew you weren’t the greatest guy, but I never knew you were this big of an asshole.” You hiss before storming off.

Calum watches you with his mouth agape before storming over to his friends.

“What the fuck you guys?!” He exclaims.

“What?” They all ask in unison.

“She saw you snickering over here, and completely shut me down! How the hell is she ever going to believe I really like her?!” He roars.

“Dude, calm down. She’s a book nerd. Just go out with Stacy, she’s more your type.” His friend, Jake, explains.

“My type?” Calum furrows his brows.

“Yeah, she’s a cheerleader. She’s better fo-“

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Calum bellows. “I can’t believe you lot have your heads so far up your own asses!”

“Watch your mouth, Hood!” The team captain orders.

“Fuck you guys.” Calum spits before grabbing his things and going to his next class.

His heart sinks when he walks in the classroom, and sees you in the far back wiping away tears that won’t seem to stay behind your lids. He slowly walks over to you, and takes a seat beside you.

“I’m sorry, it’s not what you thi-“

“Just stop, Calum. I don’t want to hear whatever excuse you have.”

“Alright class, please pair up with the person listed on your sheet! We’re going to be going over the exercises on page 25!” Your teacher explains.

You look down at your list, and see your name next to Calum. You groan inwardly as you look at Calum who has a sympathetic smile on his face.

“Alright, you do the odd numbers, and I’ll do evens, so then we don’t have to talk.” You explain.

He nods his head in understanding, not wanting to anger you anymore. After about ten minutes he pokes your elbow with a note, and a solemn smile on his plump lips.

“It wasn’t a prank. I really, really like you, Y/N, and I’d really like to take you on a date. I know it looked like my teammates put me up to it, but they’re just a bunch of assholes who don’t see your true beauty. I understand if you don’t want to go on a date with me, but I just need you to know that’s not the type of guy I am. So, at the risk of getting shot down again, will you go out with me?”

You look over at him, his lips still in an apologetic smile, a slight crease between his brows in anxiousness, and his left foot is bouncing up and down slightly awaiting your answer. You smile slightly, and entwine your fingers in his before mouthing a “yes” to him.

high school!5sos blurb night with seriouslycxlum and ashxonirwie! send in/tag us in your blurbs or request!

Fanfic Recs for fellow KakaSaku shippers

Well, since I did a fanfiction rec for SasuSaku, I thought I could give this one a go too. :) After all, Kakashi is one of my favorite characters. I have a thing for relationships like Kakashi and Sakura’s, so I wanted to give it a whirl. I searched to find some that haven’t been posted on here besides the ones we already know. I hope this suffices. I’ll still post the good ones on here just in case. 

  1. Kiss Me Goodnight by Mayet
  2. Eyes on Fire by terrablaze
  3. All It Takes by Lady Sassy Sas
  4. This is It by: sasukesassthetic
  5. Apparent Sparks by Erika Hearken
  6. House Calls by Spoiled Sweet
  7. Feeling You by cutecrazyice
  8. Unbroken by princezsupastar
  9. Sinch In Time by Blade Redwind
  10. Fated by leafygirl
  11. What the New Year Brings by ShipperTrish
  12. Reflection by Juniper11
  13. Here I Am by LuxaLucifer
  14. Fade In by: hasu86
  15. The Samurai and the Oni Girl by Silberias
  16. Teachers and their Pets by BeforeTheAccident
  17. Will of Fire by Cynchick
  18. Christmas Confessions by Cynchick
  19. Double Edged by nimblnymph
  20. Home by Rusala
  21. Love Child by RaeLee15
  22. Reason by serenity-touched
  23. Playing the Game by Amrun
  24. Stripped Bare by J-Pop Princess
  25. Growing Pangs by The Edgy Bubble
  26. Simple Things by Caitiy
  27. A Lesson in Chemistry by leafygirl
  28. House of Crows by SilverShine
  29. A Pocket of Drabbles by serenity-touched
  30. Winner Takes All by Clearheart
  31. A Poor Imitation by leafygirl
  32. A Marriage Inconvenienced by lulu42
  33. Duty Before Honor by SilverShine
  34. Seven Days of Seduction by PAN TRUNKS LOVER
  35. Dirty Deeds by Serenanna
  36. Hokage sama by SilverShine
  37. Scarlet Scroll by SilverShine
  38. The Window by SilverShine
  39. The Nature of the Game by: leafygirl
  40. His Fault by ronny-of-yore
  41. The Paper Crane Confession by: trufflesque
  42. Welcome Home by Wonderfoal

The best part to this whole thing is that most all of them are M-Rated, and full of…well. You know what I mean. xD

sweetchocobae  asked:

"Boring me? Not at all! I love learning new things. What gave you that idea?" I hug him again. "I suppose my teacher can be a distraction. What, with those smashing good looks? It's a wonder I've accomplished anything." I flirt. "Anything else to do? Is it almost time to eat?" I ask and tiptoe up to kiss his cheek. *Kayla*

A smirk played on his lips both from your absolutely adorable nature and your affections. He shook his head then moved a few stray hairs from your face.

“I aim to please, Mi’Lady. I never miss my mark.”

He pecked your lips then led you to the fancy dining area. Pure Altissian turquoise plates gave the gold and silver cutlery a true spotlight. Stark white napkins in the shape of swans greeted you. He pulled your seat out for you.

“Dinner will be served in 7 minutes.”

I wish I could articulate what teachers pet means to me, but all I can say is ‘seeing a black widow at the giant garden school field trip in elemartary school and getting close because I thought it was a lady bug and getting shit on by a bird and getting chiggers and saint Patrick’s day cutouts on tile walls and nervous because I was some dumb class position against my will which meant o had to make a secret basket gift for a teacher and give them clues about myself so they could guess who I was but of course no one knew me and the only gints I have were 'loves Robots (2005) and spongebob and playing with ants without hurting them’ and listening to Alicia keys in the trailer with the fan buzzing and the bright light at midnight I forced myself to read 17 magazine and paint my nails and listen to my little knock off hitclips that was shaped like a heart and getting petitfours and thrift stores that had scary antiques not even antiques like those plates and cups I showed you guys the ones that made me cry I valued beyond my own life and dogwood trees and the forest and steve carell haircut and crabs sweater, fake pearls, ugly brown wood library.’ It’s a really good feeling

anonymous asked:

that would be enough, the room where it happens, and the adams administration? :)

  • that would be enough: do you prefer an eventful or a peaceful life?

eventful, i gotta have a spicy life

  • the room where it happens: talk about a group you would love to be a part of, whether it’s an official group or a group of people

the entire broadway cast of hamilton seems like the chillest group of cinnamon buns ever, id love to roll with that posse

as for like an unofficial group of people i tend to want to hang out with the geeks/art nerds but really i can make friends with a rock if push comes to shove

  • the adams administration: talk about a time you’ve clashed with authority

the english teacher ive had for the past 4 years has always played favorites like super hard, and she literally despised my ass, like she frickin loathed me. i never really knew why, maybe i just made bad first impressions??? did i do something stupid???? did i break the dress code???? i dont know lady what did i do??? anyway id try and be nice to her and junk and try to make jokes with her in class but id always end up getting roasted severely; i literally wrote this lady a straight frickin fire poem about her idol, william shakespeare for my poetry final, and she didn’t even like say anything to me afterwards i bet that ol hag didnt even read that masterpiece 

good thing im switching schools this year and i never have to see/talk to her again :^)

dream job: being a teenage girl in a floral shop. i work there after school and on weekends along with two old ladies and an old man. i arrange flowers and i deliver them to people’s houses and i work cash register and i clean and sweep. i bake the complimentary cookies we sell our customers. souls find our small little cozy shop by accident when they take a wrong turn on one of the main roads. sometimes people intentionally find our shop, frantic and frazzled in love. in need to flowers. marty and betty are the two old ladies who work there and walt is the old man. walt always tells me secrets about those two and sometimes we share stories about how we think those two women used to be school teachers or nuns or cia agents. my job is to write poems for the cards to attach to the flowers. that’s how i got the job. i wrote everyone a poem. there’s a piano in the back and during our slow hours i play for my companions. our shop has a cat that sleeps on the windowsill and a dog that yips hellos to the customers as they walk in. the walls are yellow, the paint chipping. i feel safe here


Ok so I know a lot of people headcanon that Eve’s father was in the army but what if it was her MOTHER who was in the army and her father was a High School Literature teacher? And not just any military organisation but the MARINES? And she gets her stubbornness from her mother and her love for Literature from her father? I mean, she’s definitely a theatre kid bc she WAS Lady Macbeth in high school (and a great one at that).

What if it was her father who brought her out to watch the plays and musicals when she was younger and she hates spending Christmas in military bases because all she hears is the other officers ragging on her mother and them accusing her behind her back of how she’s sleeping with the general and that’s how she’s a Major? What if her mother was the first person who taught her how to defend herself, and that it was perfectly fine to look feminine even when work demands them to look otherwise? What if her father was the first one who taught her that you didn’t need to see the person everyday to love them, and the only person to watch her perform on stage as Lady Macbeth because her mother was away on a mission?

What if her first boyfriend was someone from her mother’s camp and her mother didn’t want her dating someone from the military and told her to stay away from the military (because she wanted to protect her daughter)? What if she joined the army because she wanted to prove to her mother that she could do it too? And in the military academy, she took Literature as a minor because she still loved it too much to drop it totally? What if she was also in the drama club of her military academy? What if her mother cried at her graduation ceremony because she was tremendously proud of her daughter who came out top of her class but at the same time incredibly scared for her because the wars overseas were getting worse?

What if, before her first tour, her father gave her books to bring along so that she’d have something to do during the many hours of down time and waiting that they’d have to do? What if, before her first tour, her mother puts on a pair of pearl earstuds on her to remind her to be true to herself? What if, before her first tour, her parents hugged her so tight that she had to work really hard not to cry in front of the rest of the recruits?

What if, on her many tours, she lends her books to her squad for them to read during their free time? What if she makes sure her team knows their classics and they use codewords from the books while communicating? What if her parents send her books as her birthday present every year she has to spend Christmas on the base? What if one of the reasons she hates Christmas is because even after all these years the rumours were the same? What if the rumours this time were about her and she tries her hardest to dispel them to little or no effect? What if some on the base saw her love for theatre and reading as a weakness? What if they spread malicious rumours about it? What if one Christmas, her team was dispatched on patrol and they got attacked, and she lost a lot of friends that night? What if, that night, she drowns herself in her books to try to forget what happened?

What if the first months she spends on leave after her first tour was filled with nightmares? What if, this time, it was her mother who brought her to see a show to cheer her up? What if it became their tradition together, to come back from a mission and watch a show? What if those nights out with her mother to watch the different musicals was the thing that pushed her forward, that gave her the will to come home?

What if, when she joined NATO, on her off days while in the different countries, she goes to the theatre, even if it’s in a foreign language? What if she never told anyone in NATO about her obsession with the theatre because she thought no one needed to know? What if even Sam (Denning) never knew of her obsession with the theatre?

What if, after that mission in Berlin, when she was leaning against her fridge and right before she gets the letter, she was wondering what show to catch to cheer herself up? What if, on the first week of moving into Portland, she celebrates by watching a show by herself at the local theatre?

What if, during the three months together, Flynn figures out that she’s really into the theatre? What if he brings her there for one of their dates? And what if, during Flynn’s absence, she goes to watch the same show because she misses him so much? What if one of the first thing he does when he comes back is to take her to the theatre as an apology?

What if she loves to sing songs from musicals while she’s doing housework? What if Flynn catches her singing The Lion King songs one day at home and he just watches her silently, enjoying it? What if she makes him promise not to tell any of the other Librarians and Jenkins? What if he kisses her, telling her it was their secret?

What if the others find out about her love for the theatre? What if she gets incredibly embarrassed about it but they’re totally okay with it? What if they don’t tease her about it (except Ezekiel, but never maliciously) and she’s very thankful about it? What if one day she’s able to proclaim her love for literature and the theatre proudly? What if it was because she’s surrounded by all the other nerds who are comfortable by what they love?

What if, one Christmas, they all watched a show together (even Jenkins) at the local theatre?

anonymous asked:

this is kind of a weird question, but which works would you recommend for someone just getting into ~serious literature~?

Not a weird question at all! If you’re not as lucky as me & don’t have a lovely, hyper-intelligent English teacher who is willing to make you lots of book recommendations, I am very sorry!! He is responsible for most of my education. 

But I did fish out an old email from him, basically a reply to the question “What should I read if I want to be a real person and reader and stuff” so I quote:

Shakespeare: Twelfth Night, Measure for Measure, Hamlet, The Tempest

Other novels/plays: Tristam Shandy, Emma, Great Expectations, Middlemarch, The Portrait of a Lady or The Wings of a Dove, The Renaissance (by Walter Pater,) The Picture of Dorian Gray, Proust but primarily Swann’s Way, Ulysses, Waiting for Godot, 100 Years of Solitude, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, anything by Borges, Invisible Cities, The Remains of the Day

Poetry: the Preface of Lyrical Ballads and “Lines Written Above Tintern Abbey” by Wordsworth, “Dover Beach” by Matthew Arnold, T.S. Eliot’s “The Wasteland,” “Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction” by Wallace Stevens, “At the Fishhouses” and “One Art” by Elizabeth Bishop.

Those are recommendations from someone much smarter than I will ever be — if I can add, though, I’d recommend Beloved by Toni Morrison, Mrs. Dalloway and The Waves and A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf, Crime and Punishment by Dostoevsky, Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë, The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon, and The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood.

Also, because I believe that the best literary education is a combination of reading both classics and contemporary literature, the best foray into the contemporary landscape of literary fiction is found at The New Yorker’s book section (& also their weekly fiction story,) The New York Review of Books, the New York Times Sunday Book Review (skim it,) n+1, and the Paris Review. (All of these are available online or at any major bookstore!)

It’s also very much worth it to look into who has won the Pulitzer for Fiction, the Nobel prize for Literature, & the Man Booker Prize lately. There’s a lot of issues with setting too much store by who wins these prizes, as it’s often really arbitrary and sometimes even problematic (i.e., the lack of women/POC winning or being on the judging panels for these prizes; everyone on the judging panel for the Booker this year is white…oh so coincidentally…,) but it can serve as a good taste. Also, the work of MacArthur Fellows (dubbed the “Genius Grant”) for Fiction is generally pretty excellent.

Read widely, have a discerning taste…and above all read what you like. 

anonymous asked:

can you write one where you're dating Cristiano and you meet Karim and his daughter (recently single) and you end up helping him out with his daughter babysitting her w Cristiano one night and getting her ready for school the next day and then meeting back up w Karim etc thanks babe 💙💙

Babysitting (Cristiano Ronaldo Imagine)

You and Cristiano walk hand in hand as you quickly made your way from his car to the entrance of his son’s school. Inside there were already a handful of parents picking up their children. You look around and quickly wave over your boyfriend’s first born. He gives you toothy smile before running to where you and Cristiano were. Cristiano was treated to a big hug before he gave you one. Cristiano mentioned wanting to talk to Junior’s teacher before leaving and you nod, waiting on the sidelines while your boys went to do their business,

It is then you notice a familiar figure on the corner of your eye. You’ve seen the guy before, he was your boyfriend’s teammate before but you two were never formally introduced.

“Hi.” You greeted him.

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I just remembred a discussion I had with my German teacher a few years ago. I told her that I’d for once love to see a young, maybe even teenage actor perform Hamlet. After all Hamlet is a student and at that time students were even younger than nowadays, so it might well  be that Hamlet is 17 or 18, but that it’s very unlikely that he was in his midthirties. Also some of his musings, his depression and also the need for guidiance and pain he feels at the loss of his father would well suit a younger man.
Well, to say the least my teacher was not impressed by the idea. She answered truthfully that in the gravedigger scene it is said that Yorick had died 23 years before the story began, and that Hamlet still has vivid memories of him indicates that he himself is in his thirties.

However I had read somewhere, though I don’t know if it is correct, that the actor whom Shakespeare most likely had in mind for the part of Hamlet when writng the play, was actually in his thirties and so adjusted the age to the actor.

At this my teacher, who is a lovely lady, grew outright furious and retorted “A man like Shakespeare is above writing a part for a single actor!”

Why is she so sure of that? I mean we’re talking about the man who was not above adding a coast to a landlocked country?



Teacher is a Work of He(art)…

“How was your first day of school Jordyn?” “I’m tired…”

I had officially lost it. I knew I had been a wreck last month about upcoming change. But when I had dreamt that I was picking Jordyn up from the bus stop half naked, anxiety had kicked in full throttle.

I hopped out of bed and began straighten like a mad woman. I refilled my potpourri plug-ins, cleaned glass, emptied the dishwasher and vacuumed the carpet for the fresh carpet marks. It’s a rule of thumb that NO one enters the living room  after that.

Today was the day that Jordyn and I received a home visit from his teachers. I learned about this last week during open house. Registration was a bit longer than I had expected due to his Texas birth certificate- in the end, the family and I got a chance to visit his classroom. A very exciting experience for all of us.

My thoughts were interrupted by the chime of the doorbell. Walking to the front door made me nervous. The front door seemed reserved only for special guest. Family and friends always enter the side door closest to the kitchen and laundry hall.

“Hello ladies, welcome to the Smith residence.”

“Hi Mrs. Smith, what a lovely home you have here.”…

…”So what’s it like moving from the beautiful weather of Texas to Wisconsin?”

I get this question all the time. I suppose it’s an opening for casual conversation. The (2) teachers were adorable. They appeared my age, (if not younger,) and as the conversation went on, they seemed to be two old friends that I would of hung out with in my mid-twenties.

Mrs. Anderson slid me over a form releasing permission for Jordyn to appear on the local channel for plays, commercials and what not. I mentioned that I was a graphic artist who has contributed to TeachersPayTeachers and also volunteered for helping their class. Both of their eyes lit up simultaneously. Mrs. Anderson jotted my online site and information in her phone. I gave them a tour of my craft room and they joked about my gel polish collection and how they would be stopping by every day after school. Jordyn sat back and observed it all.

Ms. Alpaugh then presented Jordyn with a small gift. It was a little red back pack that included a folder, a fresh box of Crayola Crayons, and a glue stick. His eyes gleamed as he reached for it while saying thank you. Which reminded me to grab his Mario backpack full of his school supplies to pass to his teachers. I hadn’t labeled a thing. Luckily for me, I was informed to just label his backpack.

We began passing ideas back and forth for the classroom and I decided to donate a Silhouette Cameo Machine to the class. Before I knew it, 45 minutes had passed and it was time for them to head to their next appointment.

“Mrs. Smith, this has been one of the most pleasant home visits ever!”

“Thank you! I’m so glad you two stopped by. See you Tuesday.”

I walked them back to the front door and Jordyn presented them both with their Teacher Appreciation gift. Two small Bath & Body Works Gift sets with: foam soap, hand sanitizer, and hand lotion in the new scent, “Sunlight & Apple Trees”…of course.

Teacher appearance: Credit goes to wildlyminiaturesandwich for her adorable dolls. (Who happen to resemble Mrs. Anderson & Ms. Alpaugh very well.)

**Disclaimer** Good Company is is about a mother’s comical aspect of holding down the fort with three fellas at home. It’s about parenting, motherhood, companionship, family and a married couple’s wing-and-prayer approach to balancing it all. ♥**

“What’s your dream role?”

Natasha: I’m really really really really fucking blessed. I’m so blessed right now because I get to play two characters that I really love, like it’s kinda, I’m like, “Is this real life right now?” It was always really important to me that I play a lesbian at some point, it was always really important that I play someone who’s funny but still pretty. It’s strange, I had this acting teacher in high school who always used to say, “You’re either funny or you’re pretty!” No, it’s like, you can take pride in your appearance and still be a funny lady.