it was one of the most interesting topics in history we ever had in school

iwasapruneratfaverolles  asked:

PLEASE TELL THE CHILDREN THE STORY OF MS. STUBELS

Grace fuck, why would you invoke her name like that???

Okay, fine, gather round children, buckle up because we’re going on a bumpy ride back to everyone’s collective least favorite place: 7th grade.

Some background: I went to a very small Catholic school. One class per grade (we were the largest with 19 kids), everyone knew each other whether they wanted to or not. Despite basically every teacher and faculty members insistence that we were The Best And Most Special Class In The School and that everyone loved having us, the longstanding 7th grade teacher Mrs. O’Hara decided to retire in the summer of 2008, meaning the school had to find us a new teacher for the upcoming year. This would be like, the first new teacher in the school in a while, and as she was getting the ‘best class’, it was viewed as a Big Deal. Somewhere in like July or August we got a letter announcing Mrs. Stubel, and it came with a list of books to pick for the summer reading, and that was basically all the information we had.

So…the first day of class. She seems nice enough. Very…ditsy, I guess? It was very easy for her to get herself off topic while talking. She constantly paced around the room, never staying in one spot for longer than a second, complaining she has restless leg syndrome. Which like, I’m sure she did, but she was in the middle of introducing herself and then went on a 20 minute tangent about restless leg syndrome without anyone prompting her. It was almost like you could see her scattered thoughts flying around her head.

So anyone, she eventually gives somewhat of an introduction- she had only taught in public schools before, and kept worrying she ‘didn’t know’ how to teach in a Catholic school despite the entire class insisting literally nothing was different, you just teach the curriculum, twice a week we have religion class with Sister Mary King, that’s literally it (she still talked over us in worry), she told us about her kids, she told us about her obsession with Emily Dickinson, stuff like that.

And then she hands us this worksheet.

She’s like, “Oh, these are just some basic questions for you to answer! Just so I can get to know you guys better!” like in lieu of an icebreaker game, which is fine, but…the questions. The questions were all “What is your most haunting fear?”, “What is your deepest regret?”, “Have you ever experienced the pain of loss?”, “What was your worst injury?”, “What was your worst nightmare?”, all questions like that, and then on the back she wanted us to draw a gravestone and write out what we wanted our epitaph to be.

We were twelve year olds, mind you.

Oh my God and one girl missed the first day because of her grandmother’s funeral, so when she came the next day and saw what the teacher was insisting she do for homework, she almost had a panic attack? And the lady still made her do it? Literally who wants to think about death anymore at a time like that omfg.

Okay, so then we get to the summer reading book reports, right? Now, she had given a list of maybe, 20 books that you could pick from, read it, and then present an oral report on it. You had to have notecards and you had to be able to answer questions from the class at the end. All in all, I’ve had worse projects.

So, on this list, she apparently put Madeleine L’Engle’s entire book series on the list…only she did not make it known that this was a series and not multiple stand alone books, so when reports started up it caused mass-panic of kids trying to put together plot points and make connections on what the hell they had read.

I was the only kid in the class who had chosen to read “A Wrinkle In Time”, and that has since lead to a series of events that…really actually scares me, I’m still incredibly freaked out, I’m not going to get into it right now because it’ll take away from the current story, but just know that I’m not above wondering if it only happened because I read the book for Stubel.

Anyway, so like, I got through the report okay. The class asking questions about it was fine, but the teacher kept asking questions that didn’t make sense, like, at all. My friend Angie has always had super neat handwriting and Mrs. Stubel got like, obsessed with her notecards and asked if she could borrow them for something. When we got our grades back a few weeks later, Angie had points taken off for not having notecards.

And then her teaching just…didn’t happen. She’d never stay on a topic, she’d always get herself distracted! We were not learning anything. And like, this wasn’t a class of advanced smart kids that loved to learn. By all accounts we should’ve been thrilled. But it got out of hand. It got to points where we had to start teaching lessons to ourselves, asking teacher from other grades for help, always coming home in tears, complaining constantly to our parents and the principal because this woman wasn’t teaching us anything. There were two kids who asked her multiple times for extra help, and she told them each time to ‘talk to me after school’, but then she’d leave immediately after school so they wouldn’t be able to talk to her. They finally brought up the issue in the middle of class and she had a breakdown, yelling about how nobody ever thinks that maybe the teacher has a lot of work to do, and maybe she’s entitled to taking off early, but when we tried to argue she shouldn’t schedule meetings and then break them off in the name of relaxation, she stormed out of the room and tried to get the principal to give us detention. (Which, like, our school didn’t even do, and she was the only one in the wrong during this situation) We are still in September at this point, and already at least ten kids have parents considering transferring them to another school. (And remember, there was only 19 of us, and most of the class had been together since preschool, so that was a big deal).

Then, she starts coming in with all the weird bruises. All the Moms™ immediately started gossiping that her husband had to be beating her, and that’s why she was so screwy in the head. But the way she talked about her husband made it seem like he *might* be dead, and we actually did witness her fall and smack her head into a doorknob once, so no one really knew what to believe. (Also, I’m not trying to imply that abuse would make someone crazy or ‘damaged’ or anything, this is just what was being said. I think they were trying to turn her into a more sympathetic character, because if you feel sorry for her you don’t have to hate her for frustrating your kids so much, and Hate Is A Bad Emotion.)

Also…this woman and Emily Dickinson.

She talked about Emily Dickinson every chance she could get. None of us knew who Emily Dickinson really was before she got there and you could see in her mind it was a capitol offense. She found out the curriculum didn’t have room to cover her (because like, we had a text book), and was way too upset about it. She started reading her poems whenever she found the time (usually somewhere in history class), and always gave us very detailed accounts about her dressing up as Emily and reading her poetry at the library.

Now, two things to note here:

  1. The library did not hire her to do this. She would literally just get in the mood, put on an Emily Dickinson costume that she made by herself, drive to different libraries, and just read poetry out loud to everyone there until someone eventually asked her to leave.
  2. The way she described these events…her tone, the look on her face, her posture…you could just tell that she was getting some sort of sexual gratification out of this? Like dressing up as Emily Dickinson in public and reading her sad poems is really what got this lady’s jollies rocking? Got her all hot and bothered? Which is…a lot, but why would you tell a bunch of seventh graders about it holy shit. What about that sounds like a good idea! What about that turns you back on!

So anyway, we learned a lot about Emily Dickinson against our will.

One of the Davids™ was reading a book for pleasure- which shouldn’t have been a shocker, a lot of kids always had books on them, but Stubel got really interested and asked if she could borrow it from him. He was like ‘sure, after I finish it?’ but she took it that day. He asked her for it back for like five weeks straight.

And…the strudels.

Okay, so the school was trying some dorky thing to promote ~togetherness~ or some virtue or something, I don’t remember the specifics of why, but each class had to make a huge themed poster and hang it on the wall outside the classroom. Which was like, whatever, not the most thrilling project but at least it allowed us to be productive vs just sitting there as the teacher runs about the room rambling about her family vacation from four years ago. Mrs. Stubel decided we needed a quirky nickname and after like three days of deliberation we were christened “Stubel’s Special Strudels”!

(points for alliteration or whatever, but no one actually voted for that and what exactly do strudels have to do with Catholicism? It became a big running joke amongst the kids)

Also, in case you were wondering, she didn’t explain the assignment correctly to us- so every other class had like these beautiful, artistic, well-themed and put together posters, while ours was just…literally a bunch of shit thrown together on paper. Nothing fit with each other, it was literally embarrassing to look at.

But then…she wouldn’t drop the strudel thing. Like she kept bringing it up. She got really into strudels and would just tell us random shit about them. Finally, someone jokes that we should get strudels one day for a party (like instead of a pizza party), and she’s Freaking Out and On Board. She really wants to buy us strudels and have a breakfast party now. She talked about it for like two days straight.

So like… you know in school when you would have a pizza party, usually the teacher would buy it? That’s how they always happened in my experience (not counting the last day of 10th grade when some kid had pizza delivered to the school for lunch but it didn’t get there until math class lol). But especially in grade school? Like if it wasn’t a PTA made party that’s super organized, the school would buy the food, right? Right?

Yeah, so she was like, if this is happening you guys need to give me the money. Just give me the money and then I’ll pick them up on my way to work!! And after some arguing some kids are on board. Strudels should only cost a couple dollars right?

And she’s like, oh no, I’m gonna get them from this high end bakery near my house so it’ll be special, but they’re not cheap and it’ll be a big order! I’m gonna need like fifteen dollars from each of you!

And at this point I’m just like…lady. Come on. 

But she keeps insisting. She’s not gonna go until every student in class pays up.

And I’m like…I’m poor. I don’t even like strudel.  And some of the less-naïve kids are siding with me.

And then she pulls that “you guys are just spoiling all the fun for your classmates” shit, like the naïve kids who already paid up, so it gets to the point where we just gotta cave and give her the money.

(I ended up stealing it out of my Crazy Bitch Aunt’s wallet so it’s whatever, I guess.)

And then of course, shockingly enough, every morning she was met with “where are the strudels?” and every morning she went wide eyed, slapped her forehead and yelled in embarrassed horror “I totally forgot! Tomorrow, guys, I promise!”

Honestly, with how scatterbrained and confused she always was…like to this day I can’t tell you with 100% certainty whether she hustled us or was just actually forgetting about the damn pastries, I choose to lean towards the hustled us side because that’s just the type of people I’m used to, but if I found out it was innocent forgetfulness I wouldn’t exactly be surprised.

She couldn’t handle more than one person talking at a time. Like, we’d have break periods, or group work, or something and all the talking made her go wide-eyed and batty. She’d look overworked and anxious and would be darting around the room trying to do work or something but she couldn’t focus and she’d yell at anyone who tried to talk to her directly. I remember one time she was using this boys desk for something so he asked “where am I supposed to sit?” and she snapped “Sit on the ceiling for all I care!”. And this kid was the Class Clown™ , so he immediately grabbed a chair in one hand and started climbing the bookcase to try and reach the ceiling. She’s standing right next to this and doesn’t even notice. He got all four chair legs planted on the ceiling and was trying to somehow maneuver his way into the chair (I really don’t know what the plan was exactly- he was really tall and it was a small building, so I think he probably had the idea that if he can get his body upside down and in the chair, and stretch out his arms like a hand-stand to hold onto bookcase, he could arguably sit on the ceiling.) but he slipped. Crashed into my desk and the two desks next to me, knocked over the book case, broke the chair in half and hit the desks with enough force to knock them down lower. It was hilarious. Everyone was loosing their shit cracking up (he was fine) and it still took Stubel like five minutes to notice his lying out across the desks right in front of her eyes. She was pissed but how did she miss any of it in the first place? She was barely being helpful in whatever it was she was trying to do.

This was the year the Phillies were going to the World Series, and all the grades were having a Phillies Rally in the cafeteria so a news crew was coming to the school and each class was supposed to come up with fun little cheers for them to broadcast. Multiple cheer ideas were presented to her and she vetoed all of them, someone even suggested just singing the damn eagles theme song with replaced words and calling it a day but she vetoed that too, she was very adamant that she could come up with a cheer all by herself and it’ll be the best one (whoever had the best cheer was winning like an ice cream day or something idk). And then like…literally five minutes before the rally she just hands us signs with the letters and was like ‘we’re just gonna spell out Phillies it will be cute won’t it my strudels???’. We were the weakest class there, predictably. I think we lost to the kindergarteners. There might still be a video online of me yelling “ i “ passionately at the top of my lungs. It was online bc our cheer was so bland the news crew cut it out of the broadcast.

I literally can’t say enough about how she never taught us anything. She’d be going on some tangent about how she doesn’t understand the science behind skiing, and I’d be like “Okay yes but please can you just tell me where Romania is on a map???” And she’d start fights whenever someone actually wanted to learn. It was so easy to get her angry but so hard for her to stay on topic. Kids started teaching the class themselves! Like seriously, she’d be rambling and one of us would just go up to the podium, open the teacher’s guide textbook and just start reading out loud and talking over her. By the time she noticed we’d be halfway through a lesson. And we understood it better than when she tried! You know something’s wrong when pre-teens are more qualified for a job than an adult who supposedly went to school for this.

We were in the church having run-throughs for our upcoming Confirmation and she almost set the church on fire…fifteen different times. In less than half an hour. How hard is it to hold a candle?

Okay, and here’s when stuff starts kicking up. It was October 28th, a Tuesday, and it was our last day of school that week because they were having parent-teacher conferences the rest of the week. So we were just hanging out, watching movies in class and reading (lord knows we weren’t learning), and Stubel calls me over to her desk.

So like, she had given everyone little bags with candy for Halloween, but I get up there and she hands me an extra one. And she’s like “Molly I know your birthday is tomorrow and I bought you a present but I left it on my coffee table this morning by accident! So just have the candy for now!”

And I’m like….”Ma’am I’m like, the sixth birthday this year. You didn’t give anyone else presents?”

And she goes “Oh, I know but this is a special secret surprise. I just know you’re gonna love it! Do you wanna stop by my house later this week to pick it up or should I just give it to you Monday after school?”

And like…In writing this sounds like a non-threatening exchange, and like, it was, but I felt so uncomfortable holy shit. I’m looking over my shoulder and shooting my friends SOS signals. Something about this felt so weird in my gut omfg. I told her thanks and I’d just see her Monday.

So we flash forward to Wednesday- my 13th birthday, the day the Phillies won the world series, and also the day my mother innocently strolled into the school for her meeting only to be met with screaming, the sound of heavy destruction, and the school secretary Mrs. Daily running at her in a panic, waving her arms and yelling “YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED GET IN MY OFFICE NOW!”

So my poor mother, who thought she could handle this whole meeting in a few minutes and barely be an hour late for work, is now barricaded in the front office with the school secretary, as the noises from down the hall get louder and louder. The woman explains that they had gotten so many complaints about Mrs. Stubel that this morning, when she got to the school, the principal Sister Patricia called her in and said “Listen, we need you to be professional and still have the parent conferences, but we have to let you go. We just don’t think you fit in well here, and the kids need to come first and feel comfortable in their school.” and like, I’m paraphrasing because I wasn’t there, but we all know she was very polite and professional about it.

Mrs. Stubel, however…was not.

She flipped her chair and stormed out of the office, and locks herself in the seventh grade classroom. She started wrecking the shit out of that place, screaming obscenities and the top of her lungs, they had to call the cops on her! She was locked in there for almost an hour! And let me just give you a nice little list of everything she did in that classroom:

  • Smashed three windows.
  • Threw everything off her desk and carved swear words all over it.
  • Got cleaning fluid that she knew would damage the chalk boards, smeared it all over.
  • Cracked the chalk boards by repeatedly smashing chairs against them.
  • Wrote swear words all over the walls and on desks
  • Went into students desks, ripped up their books.
  • Stole my glasses. (which were in my desk bc I only used them in class at the time)
  • Threw some desks around.
  • Carved swear words into the boards. (there was so much carving I’m assuming she just had a knife on her person, which has to lead to the question, did she have a knife on her while she was in class with us?)
  • Physically ripped the hooks to hang backpacks on out of the wall.
  • Knocked the closet door off it’s hinges.
  • Ripped up all the books in the bookcases and threw their pages all around the room.
  • Wrote lewd phrases inside student’s desks.
  • Broke multiple chairs.
  • Used her podium as a battering ram against the wall that’s in front of where the backpacks go. (the wall won but Damage Was Inflicted)
  • Set a fire in the trash can.
  • When the principal and other teachers started trying to get in, she tossed her rolling chair at the door to scare them off.
  • She was screaming curse words at the top of her lungs the entire time, and cursing the school and the kids and the principal and the church in general, and the school building was small, so all the parents and the smaller children that had to come to the meetings (who were locked in their respective classrooms in fear) heard everything.
  • So much more? But it’s 4:30 in this morning and this list is already long.

So my mom is in the front office and deadass the

entire police force

shows up, running down the hallway to the classroom yelling at her to stop, and it takes a while for them to get her out holy shit. They knocked down the door and she tried to escape out of one of the broken windows! But they got her and dragged her out.

So of course, in such a small school with very involved parents this shit spread like wildfire. The entire town knew within the day. The poor principal called the newly retired old-seventh grade teacher and was like “So we…need some help” and the lady was like “I already heard I’ll be there Monday” omfg. I remember I got a text from one of my classmates saying “if your birthday wish was for us to be set free from the beast I love you” omfg.

So, we eventually go back to school on Monday and everyone’s buzzing. The principal has us go to the cafeteria and she ‘delicately’ explains the situation, and that the old teacher is coming out of retirement for us, the school has a restraining order against Mrs. Stubel now and that she’s sorry we had to deal with this mess. Our classroom had to go under some heavy reconstruction before we could be let back in there, so for like two weeks we alternated between the cafeteria and the preschooler’s classroom, we had no books or anything, just provided loose-leaf paper and pens. It was like, surreal, but everyone was just so happy to be rid of her and to be in the presence of a competent teacher omfg. We eventually were able to get back into our usual classroom.

  1. It took a while for things to go completely back to normal, though. After the big spectacle she made, for weeks after she was fired we were all very scared of the possibility of Mrs. Stubel returning to the school with a gun in hand. It was always a topic we whispered about at lunch with wide eyes and shivers. Like…genuine nightmare scenario.
  2. About two weeks after she was fired, a boy in the back of the classroom gasped loudly during SSR, and when we all looked at him, he whispered in anger “She never gave us our freakin’ strudels!”
  3. About three months after she was fired, we were lined up at the door to go to Library when a few of us looked through the windows and saw something darting through the trees. It was fast and we couldn’t make anything out, so we let it drop. When the class and teacher returned half and hour later, the book she had borrowed months before from one of the boys was sitting on his desk. It was just laying there, the room was silent, nothing had been disturbed…but I have never seen a book look so threatening. People were freaking out. Someone kept insisting that she turned the book into a bomb. No one figure out how she got in the school, and no one could figure out how she got it on the right desk, as we had switched the seating arrangement since she had last been there.  
  4. A full six months after she had left, it was nearing the end of the school year and our class was dicking around during our last computer class. Someone found a website (that we weren’t allowed to be on) that pulls up any police records attached to whoever’s name you enter, so someone decided to search Mrs. Stubel as a joke. We ended up finding out she had like six DUI’s.

Aaaaand that’s the story of the horrendous teacher I had for two months in 7th grade. One of my favorite party stories but tbh she still haunts me™ .

petrichordiak  asked:

can i hear more about the class you hijacked? (this doesnt have to be private)

I actually got out of bed just so I could go full rant about this on my  computer, so y’all buckle up (thank you for giving me this opportunity lololol)

Okay, so this happened about a year, maybe a year and a half ago. I’m gonna go ahead and make this one public for the benefit of those that didn’t follow me back then, if that’s cool.

Let me preface this by saying that I had taken literally every one of the professor’s classes before then. Partly because they were the only anthropology style class the uni offered, and partly because halfway through the second class I realized that literally everything was the same, except the books, which we never used. Even the assignments were the same, and I had perfected a system of how to do those quickly, easily, and last-minute, lol. So it was pretty much the definition of an easy A, and the prof liked me bc I was nice, actually listened to her even though I’d heard it all before, and didn’t rat her ass out for not actually teaching what she was supposed to, lol.

I should’ve known right there.

So when there was an opportunity to take a Native Americans in North America class with her, I jumped on it. I needed the hours, I obviously knew a lot on the subject already, and it would be another easy a, if history was anything to go by. 

It became one of the most frustrating classes I have ever taken.

As always, the class started the same as the others. We started out learning about vocab and models. NBD, we’d get to specifics eventually, right?

Now there are about 16 to 18 weeks in your average semester.

By week 6 we had yet to learn anything about Native history. She’d assigned some reading about the moundbuilder’s archeological sites, but nothing about the modern day. Maybe she was just taking it slow, I thought, though I was bothered by her only talking about Natives in the past tense. But she’d told me in the first class I’d taken with her (years ago by now) that she was enrolled Native, so I didn’t call it out immediately. 

We get to week 8, halfway through the semester, she hadn’t covered anything. No mention of treaties, modern movements for civil rights, AIM (American Indian Movement), the illegal overthrow of Hawai’i, buffalo kill offs, smallpox blankets, Chicago museum’s bullshit, NAGPRA (a law protecting grave sites and demanding the return of remains to their Nation by museums and sites, if the Nation will accept them (sometimes they allow the remains to be housed by the museum bc they’re typically more secure there, but that’s very rare)) beyond how it affected archeologists, the different regions, the language families, ghost dance, the flooding of lands by companies illegally, human zoos, RESIDENTIAL SCHOOLS, THE FUCKING TRAIL OF TEARS, NOTHING.

Like your 4th grade history segment, as racist as it probably was, probably was more informative than this bitch was being, okay? And I was getting mad. Y’all know me. Native activism is a huge part of my life, and has been for years. Students were being allowed to say really racist shit unchecked. The prof wasn’t teaching jack. Misinformation was being spread, even by the prof.

It felt like even in a class dedicated to us, we didn’t matter. Our history didn’t matter. 

I was fed up.

Then, she pissed me the absolute fuck off. She proceeded to spend the rest of the class talking about South America.

Now, our Indigenous family below the equator absolutely deserve to be discussed. They have so many issues that really, really need to be boosted and respected. We do not raise their voices often enough. But this was a class specifically about North America, and her reasoning for making it otherwise was racist in so many ways.

First, she changed the curriculum outside of its scope because she was “MORE INTERESTED IN SOUTH AMERICA, AND WOULD HAVE TO DO RESEARCH TO TALK ABOUT” the issues I was publicly demanding to know when she would cover. As if her personal interest and ignorance were more important than our lives. 

(side note, it turns out she was lying about being enrolled and Native. Her white supremacist brother (not even kidding) had said that a Cherokee woman chief in Minnesota or some shit had enrolled them. I asked her if she meant Wilma Mankiller, the first modern female Cherokee chief. She said no, it was someone else, and in the late nineties, after Wilma would’ve no longer been Chief. I publicly called her out, and even another student jumped in to help, because there was no other woman Chief then, and there was no recognized Nation that far North. Her white supremacist brother had lied bc he felt othered while working near the Din’e on a job site, bc they didn’t include his racist ass, lol. So she’d lied her way into being allowed to teach a class she didn’t even know or care about. So at this point, I was fucking done with her, lol)

She also was showing us old propaganda films, and literally every group she discussed was being painted as ignorant, warlike savages by her and the materials. She even defended a man that intentionally exposed Indigenous peoples with no immunity to certain diseases to said diseases ‘just to see what would happen.’ She recommended his books, including ‘Noble Savages’ to us. I shouldn’t have to explain why that’s racist, lmao.

All of this is to say that I was VERY fed up, she (and the class) was VERY racist, and she was going down.

Then her foolish self decided to assign a massive project where we were supposed to ‘teach the class’ about a Native subject (y i k e s, esp. since the class was full of non-Natives). Since I was Fed Up, I decided to skip the usual schooling on cultural appropriation to instead teach everyone (including her) about just a smattering of the important things she hadn’t even mentioned in passing. :)

What followed was a 33 page powerpoint.

Apologies for any inaccuracies, and blanket tw for slurs, racism, death, csa, torture, child abuse, etc etc etc

(I added all the regalia pics bc they made me happy and calmed me down, which I was gonna need. I set the presentation up as “Man, I sure had trouble deciding what to make my presentation about. Should I talk about X? Y? Z? This? That? This? And so on until I reached residential schools and Reconciliation as my discussion topic.)

I hope those gifs work. If not, they should be under my “Oka Crisis” tag, or “n i fn a history” and “n i fn a protests” tags. I also had decided early to use the Nations actual names where possible.

Oh look, a quick and easy way to make people realize THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T FUCKING REFER TO US AS SLURS, and here’s how to discuss the issue without being additionally harmful.

OH LOOK, SOURCES

#FreeLeonardPeltier

Getting progressively angrier at this point. The class is smart enough to stay silent.

#MMIW #NoMoreStolenSisters. Please bring them home. Whatever it takes.

Stayed on this slide juuust long enough to stare each person in class down.

Oh look, we’re finally hitting my actual topic. Again, shit’s about to get very heavy. Please read only if you can. I will not be glancing over these to check them rn, bc I can’t. I’m sharing just for y’all to see, and hopefully reblog to educate people.

I honestly wept as I worked on this part. I can’t read it again.

Calling it out.

AYUP. Canadians are so nice and their government isn’t problematic at all

There are survivors that are my age, and younger.

Not letting them forget that this isn’t just in the past. It still wounds us.

It still hurts. We’re still recovering.

I included resources for them, including the prof, to actually educate themselves, since our school sure as shit wasn’t going to do it.

A handful of my sources.

Anyways. I was done. So fucking done. She (the prof) still tried to guide the class back and pretend that it was acceptable that she hadn’t taught them anything. I didn’t let her. I reminded them all that the only reason that this was Canada focused was bc they’d just had the Truth and Reconciliation reports, whereas the US government hasn’t put any effort into assembling data on their atrocities. Go figure.

Anyways, happy #Canada150 everybody :)

OK to reblog.

On History and Pie

Summary:  A nonathletic!Jack fic, where grad student and history nerd, Jack Zimmermann meets the cute Samwell student/baker Eric Bittle at the Bread and Butter Bakery.  Will the two make a love connection?  For @devereauxsdisease and @victorineb who love this incarnation of Jack as much as I do.

Originally posted by butteryplanet


They’d chatted at the bakery enough times that Bitty was able to pull the information from Jack. He’d started coming to the bakery about four weeks ago, and during that time Bitty became more and more charmed with the second year grad student.

He always sat in the corner armchair, ordered a black coffee, two macarons and a slice of whatever the pie of the day was. Bitty first noticed him when he came in to order a slice of Weary Willie cake.

Bitty loved his job at the bakery, it gave him some extra cash while he attended Samwell. Whenever Bitty was there, he was the de facto person in charge. Shirley and Spencer, the owners of Bread and Butter adored Bitty.

“We never had any kids of our own, so you’re the closest thing to it, Bitty,” Shirley said to him one evening over a cup of earl grey tea.

So Bitty stood there, face to face with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen the first time Jack walked in. The Clark Kent glasses in front of them did nothing to hide the fact that they were beautiful. It was a good face, a handsome face. He was burly and tall, and Bitty loved that. He smiled, and Bitty’s body language invited Blue Eyes to speak.

“Can I get a slice of the Weary Willie cake?”

“Sure can, handsome,” Bitty said as he began to ring up Blue Eyes’ order, who blushed furiously. “What else can I do you for?”

“Coffee. Black. Medium, please,” he replied looking down at the counter.

“Why don’t you go find yourself a seat and I’ll bring it out to you,” Bitty said with a warm smile.

“Thank you,” Blue Eyes said softly and then turned to walk toward the corner armchair.

When Bitty approached, Blue Eyes had pulled out a laptop and several textbooks, the one on top of the pile was called Foundations of Modern European Intellectual History.

“Doing a little light reading, huh?” Bitty said as he put the cake and coffee on the side table.

“Oh, haha. Yes.”

“Do you go to Samwell?”

“I’m finishing up my masters in history there,” he said as he held up his book.

“That’s great. I haven’t seen you here before,” Bitty said wanting to know more about History Blue Eyes.

“I saw the chalkboard outside listing the Weary Willie cake and the history nerd in me became curious.”

“Look at you! You certainly are a history major.”

“Did you make the cake?” Jack asked raising his eyebrows.

“Sure did. My moomaw had the recipe from her mama.”

“Well, it’s not often I find a somewhat obscure historical reference on my way back to the history building.” 

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Cardiovascular Palpitations Pt. 2 (ft. Jeongguk) [M]

Originally posted by nnochu

→ fluff, smut, angst, really fuckign fluffy smut 10k
→ friends with benefits au, doctors au ft Taehyung
part 1 | part 2 | story talk

Yay! This was super cute but I’m seriously so glad its over lol I didn’t edit so its not my best work but it’s officially the longest thing I’ve ever written so I hope you like it! Let me know what you think, and I’ll be uploading a story talk and drabbles about this au soon! 

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History Asks:

1. Historical role model?
2. Favorite underrated historical figure?
3. Funniest historical kerfuffle?
4. Favorite conspiracy theory revolving around history?
5. Favorite political scandal to examine?
6. Opinion on the presidential assassinations and their impact on America?
7. Which time period would you like to live in?
6. Favorite historical fiction book?
8. Favorite tv show based on historical events, but not really faithful to real life?
9. Favorite musical based on history?
10. Favorite movie based on history?
11. Favorite biography?
12. If you could prevent one tragedy, which would you choose?
13. Fun fact?
14. Favorite female monarch?
15. Favorite war leader?
16. Favorite controversial leader?
17. Favorite feminist pioneer?
18. Which president, in your opinion, was the best speaker?
19. If you could travel back in time and kill anyone, who would it be?
20. Opinion on each of the founding fathers?
21. Which leader do you think would make the best spouse?
22. Most pointless war in your opinion?
23. John Wilkes Booth: crazy or crazy with a cause?
24. Why do you think Lee Harvey Oswald killed JFK(and did he act alone)?
25. Opinion on assassins of leaders in general?
26. Do you think we’re going to repeat history because we haven’t learned from it?
27. Have you ever been teased for being a history nerd?
28. Which historical figure do you think has been the most fictionalization and elevated to a godlike status nowadays?
29. Rant about your favorite topic.
30. Favorite kids/teens history books.
31. How was your interest in history started?
32. Do you know a history professor?
33. How did you favorite history teacher structure his class?
34. Can you see yourself pursuing a career in history, or have you done so already?
35. Are you especially interested in the morbid bits of history?
36. Do you focus on the history of a single country?
37. Have you ever been known as the history person?
38. Least favorite president?
39. Favorite president?
40. Favorite history song?
41. Best history project you’ve ever done.
42. What do you think of countries erasing the worse aspects of their past(like America and Japanese Internment and pretty much everything to do with Native Americans)?
43. Opinion on the Watergate Scandal?
44. Why do you love history?
45. Candidate that you think should’ve been president(or leader of the country of your choice)?
46. What do you think of the Mongols?
47. Favorite queen/king of England?
48. Fuck, marry, kill: Elizabeth the First, Bonnie Parker, and Teddy Roosevelt?
49. Were they really the good old days?
50. Favorite army story from a relative or friend?
51. WWI: Necessary?
52. Capitalism, communism, or socialism?
53. Favorite old political film?
54. Favorite peacekeeper?
55. Is monarchy outdated?
56. Opinion on Richard III?
57. What was the real cause of the Civil War of your country(if it had one)?
58. Favorite Chinese Dynasty?
59. Genocide that should be known about but isn’t?
60. Are you interested in cults and sects?
61. Favorite ancient civilization?
62. Favorite leader of said ancient civilization?
63. Opinion on marriage as a political move?
64. Best history joke you’ve ever heard?
65. Opinion on the history taught in schools today?

MBTI types as schools of philosophy

ISFJ: historicism, the belief that some event(s) or period(s) in history has/have had a pivotal role in the way humans have developed (e.g. believing that the fall of Rome was the turning point of human history)
ESFJ: antipositivism, the belief that human social life does not follow definite laws the way the natural world does
ISTJ: stoicism, the belief that bad and destructive emotions come from poor judgment and that one is most free when they are free from anger, jealousy, and envy
ESTJ: pragmaticism, the belief that practical topics (topics that have real-life applications) are the most relevant topics
ISFP: romanticism, part of which holds that intense emotions like apprehension, awe, horror, and fear are the most beautiful things that humans can experience
ESFP: empiricism, the belief that  knowledge either only or primarily comes from sensory experience
ISTP: objectivism, the belief that reality exists as purely as ever even without conscious creatures observing it but that humans have a connection to reality through their senses
ESTP: critical realism, the belief that some of the senses provide accurate versions of reality, while others do not
INFJ: neohumanist universalism, the belief that extending your love to all living and nonliving beings in the universe allows you to see the ultimate truth
ENFJ: epicureanism, part of which holds that making friends is essential to living a happy and satisfying life
INTJ: solipsism, the belief that the only thing that you can be absolutely sure exists is your own mind
ENTJ: transhumanism, the belief that advanced technology can and should be used to enhance humans’ physical and intellectual abilities
INFP: idealism, the belief that reality as we can know it is purely mental and does not exist outside of our minds
ENFP: ethical egoism, the belief that an ethical deed is, by definition, one done in self-interest, so long as you do not knowingly hurt others in the process
INTP: logical positivism, the belief that all of your decisions, conclusions, and beliefs should be rooted in scientific discovery and evidence
ENTP: structuralism, the belief that human social life functions as a large, overarching system or process

Heat Burn - Haechan

*in which your soulmate’s name is written on your body and as you get closer to meeting them the name starts burning and getting darker


another soulmate au that one person asked for

Characters: Mark, Haechan, Reader

Pairing: Haechan/Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 6.7K


Cold wind forced itself against your face, pushing heavily into the back of your eyes as you sat against the concrete steps of your school. You had left your coat in the now locked-building behind you, and were left with nothing but a light weight jacket and your frown. The fall air slipped underneath the neck of your sweater, crawling towards your chest and hands, which you had grasped tightly between your legs in hopes to conserve some sort of warmth. You could see the faint lettering just above the washed denim of your jeans, which only allowed any curious eyes to make out the first few letters.

It didn’t matter though. You knew what it said underneath your cold weather garb. It was written plainly enough in an untidy scrawl against the veins of your inner wrist. The color was a faded gray, like a misprinted newspaper. It was only nine letters.

Donghyuck.

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Where She Went

[PART TWO]

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

summary: daveed and reader were high school sweethearts who had a bad breakup before they both left oakland. four years have passed and fate (and a well-timed cello concert) bring them face-to-face.

warnings: swearing. that’s really it.

word count: 2,504

a/n: day three of @hamwriters write-a-thon is lit day :-) based on the novel “where she went” by gayle forman which is actually a sequel to “if i stay” but i do what i want. this is in Daveed’s POV because the original book is in the guy’s POV, and i’m planning on posting a second part on POV day so be on the lookout for that. okay love u happy reading


“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for flying with us today and enjoy your time in the Big Apple.”

Daveed unclips his seatbelt as the other passengers begin to file off the plane, standing to grab his carry-on from the overhead compartment. It’s the only bag he packed, because he’s only in the city for 24 hours. Tour starts in two days, and his manager had all but physically forced him onto the plane to NYC.

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My Impressions of the Types

These are based solely on my experiences. They turned out a little more negative than I intended, since I’m not great at expanding on the positives. I love all the types, so focus on the good parts please lol. Also included: advice for each type.

ENTP

We’ll start here, because this is me. I don’t actually know a whole lot of other ENTPs, at least not very closely right now in my life. The ones I do know I get along very well with. They’re funny and it’s always great getting into discussions about random things. Tbh tho ENTPs are kind of 50/50 hit or miss with their Fe. Ones that have healthy Fe are all around wonderful to be around; they’re fun, engaging, and nice. Ones that lack healthy Fe sometimes act weird just to get attention or will say some pretty insensitive things. Most are pretty awkward though, in one way or another. It’s hard to break past the acquaintance barrier unless they’re actively trying to befriend you. My advice: work on socializing and figuring out what to say and also not sucking at being organized (I’m working on these too lol)

INTP

INTPs are really similar to ENTPs, just quieter and awkward in a different way. I love them to death though. The ones I’ve met are really great people and always have some funny remark or interesting insight on anything. The one I’m closest with right now is a little bit dependent socially, so I feel kind of tied to them at social gatherings. Oh wait there was this one other one I knew a while ago who’s a huge jerk, and rejected anything good about others. My advice: open up a little more. You’re great, people will love you if you give them the chance (unless you’re an edgy jerk, then work on being a decent person, then open up, but that’s probably not you).

ESTP

I love ESTPs they’re so fun. As an Ne-dom though, it’s sometimes hard to relate to them, as abstract discussion is much more interesting for me than for them. Also, I find that every single ESTP is into some combination of sports, cameras, and cars (or for the 1% that don’t fit any of those, try music or video games). As long as you know something about each of those, you’ll be able to have some sort of conversation/hang out with any ESTP. Many are prone to doing really stupid things though (at least the male ones I know) and will probably die someday in a silly stunt. Overall, super chill people. My advice: Don’t do anything too stupid. Always calculate your risks.

ISTP

I don’t know too many ISTPs very well. But the ones I do know, I very much enjoy hanging out with. As an ENTP, I love their strong Ti. It’s so fun to dissect things in conversation with them. They sometimes will also suffer from Edgy Jerk Syndrome like INTPs, but if not, they’re very likeable. They’re also really chill, like ESTPs, but in an even more laid-back way. Unless you’re annoying, then they will not be chill at you at all. My advice: Be nice to people, and keep doing you.

ENFP

Oh dear where do I begin? My 13 y/o brother and my dad are ENFPs and as far as I can remember I’ve had an ENFP best friend/sidekick. My current best friend is an ENFP and he’s great and I love him but also I hate him. My dad is such an incredibly extraverted person if we’re outside the house. He will talk to literally anyone about basically anything. Now that I think about it, my brother is the most exaggerated form I can think of of each of his function (except inf Si). His Ne is literally insane. Ne: For the past few weeks he’s been singing/screaming about “chickensquids” to the tune of any song he can think of (and he loves memes). Fi: Ohhh boy has this kid got some not-so-healthy-Fi. He always has to have his way or he starts yelling. He doesn’t care much for what others want and will make some selfish decisions like all the time. (But when he’s not he is a really fun person to be around). Te: When he wants something, he will create a specific plan for how he wants it and he will Execute. I need $60 for this new game? If mom and dad pay me $10 an hour for doing chores, I need to do exactly six hours of dishes, vacuuming, etc. and I can have this game by 4:00 today. But other than that he will not lift a finger of work. My best friend though, I love him, we’re very similar people. Our Ne is always in-sync. He knows about MBTI in-depth too, so he’s worked on polishing up his Te and making sure his Fi thinks about other people. And he just keeps better too. I’m real grateful to have him around because I’d be so bored without him. He’s a lil dramatic sometimes but that’s okay. So… overall ENFPs are real social and fun but can be a pain in the butt if they don’t get their way. My advice: Remember that there’s more to life than just you having fun.

INFP

I’ve mistyped a good (ISTJ) friend of mine as an INFP for a long time and it’s been a while since I’ve actually interacted with INFPs regularly so writing this one might require a little more thought and digging through my inf-Si haha. In my experience INFPs are pretty 50/50 too: they’ll either be super sweet and quiet, or very strongly-opinionated individuals with a bit of a wild side, which will especially come out once you get close to them. The latter are truthfully a prime example of my (not-to-be-taken-very-seriously) saying of “Feelers have no chill.” My advice: Idek you probably wouldn’t follow it anyway

ESFP

I have a love/hate relationship with ESFPs. Two of my good friends in my recent high school years were ESFPs and they were quite different but with significant similarities. Let’s start with similarities: Probably the most fun people you will ever meet. They love dancing and are always fun to be around. Unless they’re in a bad mood. Differences: ESFP 1: Probably the most outgoing person I’ve ever met (even more than my aforementioned ENFP Dad). He was a huge mess with girls tho. Everyone was in love with him and he’d be absolutely in love with a girl one week, and then drop her and be into another the next week. He hurt a lot of people’s feelings and was kind of a huge inconsiderate jerk. Also, a bit of a pathological liar and would find out people’s secrets and then broadcast them to the world. Idek why we hung out with him so much. It’s kinda weird how he managed to be so charming yet so inconsiderate. When in a bad mood, he wouldn’t say anything or look at anyone, but you could see the fire in his eyes. ESFP 2: Very opinionated social activist and lead actor in like all of our productions. He’s much less outgoing, but was still really fun to hang out with. He disliked a lot of people and would get annoyed by little things. I wasn’t around him too much outside of school, but I know he partied hard, but wasn’t openly a huge stoner like some people are. My advice: CHILL.

ISFP

I’m not too familiar with many ISFPs, but they’re all pretty quiet. Basically the same as the second kind of INFP but typically have some specific thing they’re really into: theater, drawing, sports, music. They tend to not like most people as well. My advice: tbh same as INFP.

ENTJ

I don’t know any ENTJs. Where are they? Advice: Show yourself

INTJ

Are NTJs even real? Are they a myth? Are we human? Or are we dancer? (Sorry idk I’m a meme). I see tons of people typed as INTJs online but I suspect a lot of them are not what they think they are. They’re rare types, we can’t all be INxJs. (So rare that I know none.) Advice: Read up on functions in-depth, if you’re not suuuuper well acquainted. Make sure you’re 100% an INTJ. (Inb4 people offended I’m questioning their type)

ESTJ

ESTJs have a pretty wide spectrum from pretty chill to pretty stereotypically Te. My main ESTJ is literally Dwight from The Office sometimes. The most stereotypical ESTJ you can think of. He ran track and Cross Country (not that it’s stereotypical but an interesting detail) and was always leading Boy Scouts projects and events. Very quick to direct people and give orders. He was really into superheroes though. He also memorized thousands of bad jokes, one-liners, and puns that I heard so many times over again over the eight years of knowing him. Prone to getting slightly physical when angry. His dad is a huge ESTJ too, who knew every practical skill you can think of. He was a church/scouts leader of ours and has a lot of knowledge in so many different topics. He was in the navy and is now an ironworker. Such a great storyteller and always the center of attention. He’s actually a very funny person and puts up a bit of a mean facade, but really has a heart of gold under it all and everyone knows it (but he does intimidate younger kids occasionally when he comes across too strong). Another ESTJ church/scouts leader I know is super chill and hangs out like one of us kids a lot of the time at events. Also a great storyteller. My advice: No you give me advice. How are you so organized and straightforward? Real advice: Let other people be themselves and handle their own life.

ISTJ

Most of my ISTJs I had previously mistyped as other things, so this one will take some thought like INFP. ISTJs are mostly all really nice people that I love to be around. A good friend of mine in high school was so much of that that I was positive she was an ESFJ. Another I thought was an INFP for a long time. ISTJs will always put the group first, and almost seem like they have Fe most of the time, with exceptions of course. One ISTJ I know was THE MOST STEREOTYPICAL STJ POSSIBLE. He was a 50-60 year old Boy Scout leader and EVERYTHING has to be by the book and by the rules with no exceptions. There will be no fooling around when he is there. One time at a Fourth of July social event he gathered up a bunch of kids and told a very boring, ridiculously long story about something in American history. (I just walked away after two minutes. I’m there to have fun, not hear a boring story.) My ENFP best friend’s parents are both ISTJs so that makes for an interesting family dynamic. Si-doms will also talk and talk and talk. The one I thought was an INFP, my closest ISTJ friend, will go on forever about computers. He loves computer programming and suggests to anyone that they study it because “it’s a growing field and it’s very secure with lots of options. And it’s a very useful skill” (not an exact quote, but he says things like it very often). My advice: Make sure people are interested when you talk about the same thing for long periods of time. Give them space to also give responses of a decent length. And not everything needs to be fully planned out. Go with the flow.

ENFJ

I don’t know too many people of this type very well (he says for the the thirtieth time), but those who I suspect to be ENFJs are all very likeable people. They’re social and kind, but not overbearingly so. Just the right amount that they know what to say but they typically don’t talk too much. My advice: Keep doin you.

INFJ

What’s an INFJ?… Actually when I was writing the ENFJ section I realized someone I previously typed as one is probs an INFJ so… Yeah same as ENFJ, really. But also see INTJs above. My advice: see INTJ and/or ENFJ

ESFJ

I know so many ESFJs. Honestly, I bet everyone does. This section doesn’t really feel needed because you could just go literally anywhere with people and find twelve. I love ESFJs though, they’re one of my favorite types on average because they always make you feel welcome (unless they hate you). ESFJs are either really nice and sweet or need to chug a bottle of chill pills (figuratively. I’m not advocating drug use) or both, depending on the day. Also, kinda unrelated but I love how mom ESFJs increase their mom-mess by about 300% whenever there are people over. There is about a 70% chance that the house will be clean and a 100% chance food will be offered, much higher than the average levels. ESFJs are also very susceptible to Feelers Have No Chill™. My advice: Chill. Keep doin you tho, just don’t stress so much. And stop gossiping, for the love of all that is good in this world. ESFJs will always, without fail, say “ugh I hate drama/gossip” and then proceed to gossip for three hours and cause drama. (ExFPs do this too).

ISFJ

I love ISFJs (again I’ve said this for like every type lol). My little brother is one, as well as a number of other friends and some church/scout leaders. They are so considerate and kind. Sometimes too considerate though, for example, an ISFJ friend of mine worries about offending someone or saying something rude at every turn when they weren’t doing anything of the sort. Apologizing too much. One ISFJ I know will end up sharing a lot of their feelings or whatever and then say to themselves “Okay, (ISFJ), it’s time to stop oversharing. Nobody wants to hear about your issues” and give a nervous laugh. ISFJs are really smart too like a lot of the ones I know have some rock-solid tert-Ti (not to say that Ti is a measure of intelligence or that Ti=smart, but like… You get what I’m saying). Honestly, I feel like some ISFJ stereotypes are the most accurate of any MBTI stereotypes. The first time I met one ISFJ I know was at a pool party and they just made brownies to bring and share and I’m pretty sure that was the only food there. My advice: Don’t worry so much (about anything, i mean this in every sense of the word). See also ISTJ.

anonymous asked:

high school au in which alec is a jock and magnus is a loner bad boy type who secretly has a HUGE crush on him. like he's bamf and no one messes with him and he always sits alone at lunch bc people r lowkey afraid, and then like, they get partnered up on a project or something, and people watch in amazement as magnus bane, Total Badass, blushes and basically turns into a flustered mess bc "oh my god alec is so perfect! why" and alec is just. oblivious. bonus pts for them getting together happily

Sorry it took me so long! Thank you so so much for the prompt, I loved it!
I … have no idea what I wrote. It’s 2000 words, which is actually some kind of a record for me? It’s been ages since I’ve been able to write more than 1000 words, so thank you for that! But I feel like I have to apologize because I have no idea what this is. I hope you like it!! Please, let me know?

Highschool hierarchy is actually, definitely a thing.

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Love Of Wars (Jasper Cullen Imagine)

Request:  Could you write a one shot about how you’re the new girl at Forks High School and you’re really shy and quiet and introverted but really in to the Civil war and Jasper’s you’re mate? I’m sorry for bothering you.

A/N: your not bothering anyone sweetie. I’m going to assume that Jasper knows you’re his mate but the reader doesn’t

ONE SHOT

(YOUR POV)

You take a deep breath and lay your head down on the steering wheel, the rain slowly falling down onto the windshield of your car. You hadn’t been in Forks even a week before your parents were sending you to the only high school in the town, and just from looking at how small the building is you know you’ll be the odd one out. Closing your eyes for a moment, you collect your thoughts and gain enough courage to open the door and walk out of the car, making your way towards the main office.

When you enter the office you meet the secretary, and she greets you kindly. “Well you must be (Y/N)”. You shyly mumble a “yes ma’am” and give her a polite smile as she hands you a schedule and a map. She highlights the certain points of the map that will be useful to you, and she then gives you the directions to your first class-history. Before you go she hands you a slip to get signed by all your teachers, and then she sends you off to your class, so you’re not late.

After only getting slightly lost once on your way, you make it to class right before the bell rings. You walk to your teacher who is sitting at his desk and you hand him the slip to get signed. After he scribbles his sloppy signature across the slip, he sends you to sit beside a very handsome pale student named Jasper Hale.

“Hello,” you greet him as you quickly and clumsily take your seat, and you notice him stiffen beside you. Before you can question it, the teacher stands up and begins teaching. As soon as he starts his lecture you notice that the topic of the day is your favorite-The Civil War. You pull out your notebook and scramble to take notes-even though you know quite a bit about it.

Near the end of his lecture, when the teacher asks for questions, you immediately raise your hand in the air. “How many casualties were there, exactly?” You ask, to make sure the number you had previously memorized was correct. Beside you, you hear a very beautiful but quiet voice mumble “620,000” and a minute or so later your teacher repeats the number “620,000”.  You raise your hand to ask one more question, which was “Which side had more soldiers?” And again, before your teacher could answer the voice said “The Union, but the confederacy had more power.”

It was at that moment that you noticed Jasper’s southern draw, and it was beautiful. The bell rang before your teacher could answer you. “I’ll answer your question tomorrow, (Y/N)” and you turned to the boy next to you.

“You sure know a lot about the Civil War,” You say to him as you collect your things and pull your hoodie over your head. He chuckles to himself at something and then says “I can say I do have quite a lot of experience in that field.” “The Civil War is my favorite war of history,” You say, growing more excited at the shared interest. “Mine as well,” He mumbles softly.

As he turns to walk away you ask him, “Would you be interested in going to the Civil War museum with me sometime?” You regret the words as soon as you say them, and look down quickly. He was attractive-TOO attractive to get someone like you. What were you thinking?

While you are giving yourself an internal monologue, Jasper was smiling. You glance up at him after he didn’t respond to see a smile on his face. “Would tonight be alright?” A big smile breaks out on your face. “Tonight would be great.” He then gives you a slight bow and says “I’ll see you at six, ma’am,” and then walks out of the classroom.

Dazed, you walk to your next class-Spanish-and as soon as you enter, you see Jasper sitting alone in the back. After the teacher signs your paper you walk and plop in the seat beside him. This time, instead of tensing, he takes a deep breath and grimaces, but covers it up with a smile.

“Okay,” You say, a smile lighting up your face. “So there were 620,000 casualties…how many were confederate and how many were union?” He chuckles and sits up, leaning more towards you.

“What am I getting myself into?” He mumbles, before going on a detailed explanation about the casualties of the Civil War.

Your smile never left your face, and the more you watched him, the more you fell in love.

And the way his eyes looked, he felt the same.

It was almost as if fate put you together.

Almost as if you were soulmates.

(I’m going to put Jasper’s POV just to make sure I address every part of the prompt)

JASPER’S POV

I was sitting in my favorite class-history-listening to all the other students gossiping. Some were talking about relationships, some were talking about their home life, and some were talking about a new girl that was starting at our school. That was the first time I’d heard of her and I was instantly curious. Before I could ask what hey were talking about, the whole class quieted as soon as a girl entered the room. This was who they were talking about. This was the new girl.

As soon as I saw her I knew that she was special-more special than any of the other girls I’d seen. And when the teacher told her to sit by me, I was filled with excitement because I could get to know more about this mysterious new girl.

As she walked to the desk beside me, I took notice of her face, and her body, and she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen in my years as a vampire, and that’s saying something. I’d seen some really beautiful women. As she sat down, I caught a gust of her scent, and immediately had to grab the desk. Her blood smelled absolutely irresistible.

It was then that I realized that she was my soulmate.

She quickly said “Hello,” and sat down, immediately getting engulfed in the lesson. She was obviously a fan of history, and especially the civil war, it seemed.

At the end of the lecture, when the teacher asked for any questions, she raised her hand quickly. “How many casualties were there exactly?” She asked, pure curiosity on her face. Trying to impress her, I got the answer out before the teacher even thought about it. “620,000” I said quickly, and I noticed her smile. After a moment, I heard the teacher echo, “620,000”.

She then raised her hand once more, asking “Which side had more soldiers?” I knew the bell was about to ring, so I said “The Union, but the confederacy had more power.” After I finished, the bell rang, and the teacher said “I’ll answer your question tomorrow, (Y/N).”

As she collected her things, she turned to me and said “You sure know a lot about the Civil War.” I smirk and chuckle slightly to myself. “Well, I do have a lot of experience in that field.” She smiled wider and said “The Civil War is my favorite war of history.” This made me glad because we definitely had something in common with that one. “Mine as well,” I mumbled softly, falling more in love with the girl every moment.

I was getting ready to walk away when I felt her get nervous, and I sent waves of calm to her to try to make her feel slightly better. This made me curious as to what was wrong, so I stopped from where I was going to walk. “Would you be interested in going to the Civil War with me sometime?” I smiled. That’s what she was nervous about. I felt the nervousness get heavier, and I sent more waves of calm over her. Regret and fear also combined into the mix and I realized that I’d been quiet for too long.

“Would tonight be alright?” I asked, turning on the charm. I saw her freeze and a big smile broke out on her face. “Tonight would be great, “ she said kindly. I smiled widely and bowed, my southern charm coming out. “Well I’ll see you at six, ma’am.”

I then walked out of the class and went to my next class, Spanish, even though I already knew the language fluently. I took my usual seat in the back and (Y/N) walked into the room a few moments later. She smiled when she noticed me and I returned the grin. After she got her form signed, she came and sat by me.

The irresistible scent flooded my nose and instead of cowering from it, I inhaled a lot of it. Better to get used to it, because I knew I’d smell it a lot more often. “So there were 620,000 casualties,” she said enthusiastically, “How many were confederate and how many were union?” I chuckled and sat up, my dead heart swelling with love for this girl.

“What am I getting myself into?” I mumbled before sitting up, explaining in detail the casualties of the Civil War.

Falling more in love every second.

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This was written by Admin Kayla.

okay but skins will just never get better than the first generation. just

• the tony/sid relationship? Like holy shit so interesting sid goes from idolizing tony to literally saying “I can’t think of anything worse than being you” and then he STILL helps tony and is there for him when he really needs him

• TONY STONEM in general. evil manipulator mwhaha just wants to party but also loves his sister more than himself and is a lost puppy without Michelle. Super fashionable and bi as hell. Sass master. i give the writers major props for making him so unlikeable but also very layered and giving him a crazy ass redemption arc. He’s the center of the universe and he knows it.

• TONY AND MICHELLE’S MATCHING OUTFITS H O L Y S H I T

• can we just appreciate the fact that the first word Effy ever speaks to anyone while lucid is “wanker”

• Michelle could so easily fall into the “weak gullible girlfriend” character but she’s not??? She stands up for herself and is crazy about her friends and she literally ONLY SPOKE SPANISH for DAYS in order to study for her exam you go girl

• a sweet, close, beautiful, pure friendship between a straight guy and a gay guy with no jokes or undertones about anyone’s sexuality

• ANWAR IS MUSLIM. HE IS SHOWN PRAYING AND STRUGGLES WITH HIS OWN BELIEFS VS HIS RELIGION’S

• they could have easily made sid the weird nerdy best friend who’s the punchline to all the jokes but they made him the most interesting character on the whole damn show. His relationship with Cassie. His relationship with Tony. His relationship with his dad. His relationship with Michelle. Hell even his relationship with Effy. A+

• ACTUAL QUEEN JAL FAZER. her entire audition scene is honestly worthy of a standing ovation oh my GOD

• ACTUAL ANGEL CASSIE AINSWORTH. She’s flawed and broken and selfless and jealous and dotty and dreamy and vulnerable and strong all at once. Her eating disorder/mental illness is never used as a trope or a plot device, it’s realistic and an important part of her character but it NEVER defines her. The scene where she runs through the city? Gives me chills every. Fucking. Time. Protect her at all costs.

• ACTUAL CINNAMON ROLL CHRIS MILES. he drew a picture of a snail when asked what his future goals were. he gave the school musical a standing ovation after sketch fucked it all up. half of his lines make no damn sense and he’s the typical stock “comic relief character” but NO they gave him so much depth and family background and levity and he MEANT something. and I think we all expected him to go out in a blaze of glory, in fitting Chris fashion, but he didn’t, he went painfully and un-spectacularly in a bed. Because living fast and dying young isn’t romantic, it’s sad and real and it hurts everyone they leave behind. Also shoutout to Joe dempsie for going full frontal 10/10 you are a gift to humanity

• sneaky, mysterious, bad girl Effy taking care of Pandora and letting her take the credit for her art project

• the protective sisterly bond between Michelle and Effy

• THE DISCO SCENE

• the romances are all so well written and they HURT, because this is a tv show and we expect relationships to last but these are teenagers and high school love affairs never really last, and even though they feel so dramatic and intense now you know that Michelle and Tony will never grow up and get married and have babies, it just won’t happen, but you still feel it all the same, just like you would if you were a teenager.

• but HONESTLY. Jal and Chris. Literally the last people you’d ever think to end up together but they worked because they challenged each other, they made each other want to be better. Chris helped Jal stop being so cautious and uptight and Jal showed Chris that he did matter as a person, that he needed to try, that he couldn’t waste his life because it counted for something. When she puts the coin in his hand to give him all her luck and he’s being wheeled away and he holds it up to show her I just SOB it is so beautiful and sad. They took care of each other but they didn’t change for each other, Jal still went to her audition (and SLAYED it) and Chris still was just as carefree as he always had been, they just met each other halfway and it was so glorious

• and don’t even get me started on Sid and Cassie. These two fuckers. I knew it was endgame the moment you hear them bouncing on springs and Cassie’s like “oh OH YES” and you think they’re fucking but NOPE they’re jumping on a trampoline and she’s playing with the drawstrings on his hoodie like fuck they are so cute. “It’s not like anybody cares, so…” “I care.” When she shoots him with a squirt gun after he stands her up and totally calls him on his bullshit, “everything is your choice Sid” I think about that scene a lot. HIS LETTER TO HER. HE FEELS LIKE SINGING WHEN HE SEES HER. LORD HELP ME. and you think he’s missed her and she’s gone to Scotland and he’ll never see her again but AH plot twist Tony gave her the letter and they meet on the same bench she tried to kill herself on like can you say DAMN and then the scene in season two where he finally confronts her and they’re SO MEAN to each other saying how much they hate each other “whatever I’m sick of saying sorry, I love you, you say sorry” and Cassie’s way of telling him she loves him back is by telling him she named her pet slug Sidley i can’t i just can’t and then Sid, nerdy dumb Sid, becomes the fucking romantic hero and chases her to fucking New York City what the fuck I love them IT HURTS

• Sid and Tony holding each other in the middle of the nightclub after sid’s dad dies and you can’t hear anything but the music but you just see Sid bawling and Tony clutching him… Honestly one of the most powerful moments I have ever seen on tv. Honestly give mike bailey an AWARD

• that “wild world” sing-along will go down in history I swear

• CASSIE’S CLOTHES OMG

• we need more female friendships on TV like the one Michelle and Jal share

• the villain for the first few episodes is named “Mad Twatter.” Just let that sink in

• Chris’s funeral scene is honestly so beautiful and special and well done. I cried so hard. It’s teens honoring and mourning their friend in a way that feels right, that means something to them. It’s catharsis for the characters and the viewers. Amazing

• honestly just one of the best programs aimed at teens I’ve ever seen. Deals with death, religion, parent issues, school stress, pregnancy, mental illness, drug use/abuse, sex, love, varying sexualities (TONY IS BI AND YOU CANT TELL ME OTHERWISE), friendship, suicide, classism, employment/careers, college, and a million other topics without ever feeling contrived or preachy. Yeah some of the hi jinks the characters get into is ridiculous and would never happen in real life (that Russia episode wtf) but at the end of the day, you relate. Teens relate. They feel these characters because they see them in the world around them, because they ARE them. We are all Chris, and Jal, and Sid, and Cassie, and Tony, and Michelle, and Maxxie, and Anwar, and Effy.

• (that ending shot with Effy looking right into the camera is legendary)

• literally when people say that gen 2 is the best generation or the iconic generation I just… did we even watch the same show

• skins was never able to beat the first generation. It just couldn’t. How do you beat this. how

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i would really like to read more tcoh fic!

Your wish is my command, anon. I don’t think I ever posted this one:


Is The New Prince K Here To Stay?

Exclusive interview by Hani Sereson

I’m late for my interview with Prince Kiem, everyone’s favourite royal, because I get lost. He and his partner have moved to a bigger suite of rooms in the other wing of the palace, with two studies, their own kitchen, and a spare bedroom. “I don’t really use the kitchen,” confesses Kiem when he sees me looking, “but Jainan makes me breakfast sometimes.”

Does he never return the favour?

“I tried once,” says Kiem, with the roguish grin familiar to everyone who’s followed his career of scrapes and scandals over the years. “The firemen made me promise never to do it again.”

What about the spare bedroom? It’s what everyone wants to know. The rumours have been flying ever since Prince Kiem got his startling new diplomatic appointment, suggesting that the Emperor has finally joined the rest of us in the fan club. Is there going to be an addition to the family for Iskat’s favourite love story?

Kiem laughs. “Come on, Hani!” he says. “I thought this interview was about my job?”

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too-many-goddamn-fandoms  asked:

For the honesty hour thing: So, how did you fall in love with Sakuya, and want attracts you to his character? Im interested in this!

Lol girl did I ever tell you that I love you?

It took me awhile to answer this because I needed to collect my thoughts about it. AHAHA TAKE A SEAT EVERYONE. Okay gosh where to begin….. THIS IS LIKE THE INTERVIEW I WAS WAITING FOR. HA.

Well, as some people know I wasn’t extremely fond of Sakuya when I first started Servamp about….7-8 months ago? I didn’t hate him or anything, just didn’t really care for him at first. (but that kinda goes for quite a bit of characters really, but everyone grows on me at some point. ^^)

I think what really got to me was after learning about his past and how it affected his motives, relationships and current situation in the series.

So many aspects about his characters just make so much sense but I feel like are just kinda looked over……. probably cause his backstory was kinda glazed over real quick, in my opinion at least. (Like why dammit? I have so many questions still, this series can’t do this to me.) It just really kills me inside, especially the more I thought about it and the more I think about his character.

I’m gonna kinda express some of my new random thoughts on his past , cause this intrigues me oddly: (Kinda theory time right now whoooo) AND ALL IS WHAT GIVE ME SO MANY FEELINGS MY GOSH.

Just thinking about the extent of the abuse he must’ve suffered is something that really boggles my mind…… We know it went on for years, those 6 years before his “death” and then probably a few more before that obviously, when his sister was still alive. Who’s knows how long she had to endure it though? She was much older, Sakuya was about 9 at the time, and she appeared to be High School (or maybe Middle School can’t really tell with the uniform.) 

She was also the one covered in bandages after all, and we couldn’t see any visible scars or injuries on Sakuya. So she obviously took all the beatings so he wouldn’t have too most likely but after when she died I’m sure things got worse for poor little Sakuya.

But this is my other biggest thing about the abuse he went through…

How come he never tried running away?

We all know his parents threatened to do the same thing to him as they did to his older sister, but could he really not just try and leave before anything happened? Maybe not until he got a bit older.. but still….

Was his parents that controlling? I doubt his parents even cared enough to hunt him down if he did run away…. So why didn’t he try? Did they really keep him that locked in? Its so hard for me to imagine him being and feeling that hopeless, did he have zero fight inside him?

It’s hard to imagine him not fighting back in the slightest. But he could have been a very different person back when he was human too, of course. Maybe more meek and submissive… again who knows. (To be honest, I am extremely curious about to what most of the vampires characters were like before they were vampires and who and what they did before as well.

But anyway, do you think Sakuya put up with it…

Because it was ALSO a loyalty thing??!? I’m making no jokes here. Hear me out, even if he hated his parents(I’m sure he did obviously, even though he never explicitly said he did, because we had Tsubaki tell his story, and not Sakuya.)

Do you think he never tried running away or whatever, because he just felt like he just couldn’t? Like he was betraying something? Maybe not his parents, just because “They are my parents…. whether I like it or not. I have to listen to them…

But maybe because of his sisters death? Like he felt like he had to endure it like she did for him?? I mean…. he was told:

“You don’t want your sister’s death to be a waste, right?”

YOU GUYS GET WHAT I AM SAYING HERE RIGHT? History can repeat itself….

(This boy is gonna kill me with his conflicted ass)

Maybe there wasn’t actually much physical abuse doing those years… Maybe at least for as long as he did what they said and stayed out of their way and kept their secret. But I kinda already talked about this part in a post about what I think happened to his parents after he became a vampire. (I am very sensitive about this topic alright?)

We know they killed his sister so they could get insurance money(ughh so sickening) but did they really try to kill Sakuya for more money? They would only be two people at that point…… so that’s why a part of me is like, “there’s gotta be a greater reason.” The best conclusion I came up with was “They killed him because maybe he tried to TELL someone.”

Think about it. Sakuya hates lies, he had to lie his whole life basically. He takes it very serious and to heart. WE KNOW THIS.

We know he only kept it a secret because he was threatened and didn’t want his sister’s death to be in vain…. But maybe he eventually cracked under all the pressure… And maybe tried speaking about it or was planning too and then… That was also the day he died…… Damn…. I just stabbed myself in the heart.

So yes, his past is a big factor on why I found him so interesting initially when I was new to this fandom/series, I was really hoping we would see his past elaborated a bit or learn more and see what he does and how on earth Mahiru was gonna “save him.”

I could go on and on about these two as well. Not in a shippy way…. but friendship or romantic, considering his past it makes sense to why he’s attached to Mahiru. Again in another post where I “defended his character” I guess you could say, I talked about how Sakuya’s “screwed up friendship methods” and how he really dug himself into a hole. -__- But I was saying its almost hard to blame him for going about the way he did. BECAUSE IT JUST MAKES SENSE SADLY.

Sakuya is a real lonely and distant kinda guy. After he sister died I’m sure he didn’t have much light in his life then. No one to talk too, no one who understood. No one who loved him. I’m sure growing up during those 6 years he was probably afraid to get close to anyone. What was school like for him then…. did he really have no friends at all for 6 years? It’s crazy to think about right? His childhood was anything but normal…. 

But then he received a “second chance” after Tsubaki found him and I’m sure Mahiru’s kind-hearted nature really drew him in, it’s not wrong for him to really want a friend, yeah he did go the complete wrong way about it, but unfortunately lies and deceit is all he knew how to do. He found some light in his life, and he was willing to do anything to hold on to that for as long as he could. Also HE KILLS ME because he regretted lying to Mahiru so much and did all the awful things he did/said, BECAUSE HE WAS HOPING MAHIRU WOULD HATE HIM and have his Servamp KILL HIM because he felt that was the only way to apologize for everything. and BOIII did that really kill me. AND THEN MAHIRU FORGAVE HIM STILL and now look at where he is with his conflicted loyalty….

YOU SEE WHERE I AM COMING FROM AVI!?!? AHHHH.

-inhales- ALSO ONE THING I NEED TO GET OFF MY CHEST BECAUSE THIS REALLY BOTHERS ME. Before ANYONE says “Mahiru is too forgiving about the whole fake memories thing and shouldn’t have forgiven Sakuya or be his friend.” Cause I HAVE heard someone say this and it makes me angry.

BECAUSE then you are ALSO SAYING:

  • Mahiru shouldn’t have forgiven and accepted Kuro for his past and all his sins and regrets, that he never shared with him. Also for attacking Mahiru that one time, lets not forget.
  • Mahiru shouldn’t be friends or ever trust Lawless because he’s killed so many eves and killed all of Tsubaki’s subclass and who knows what else he’s done?
  • Mahiru shouldn’t be finding a way to stop Tsubaki without killing him, because he’s not worth it.
  • Mahiru shouldn’t be trying to save Tsurugi either because he’s also done bad things.
  • AND SO ON.

SO SCREW EVERYONE WHO SAYS THAT. Cause you’re basically saying NO CHARACTER deserves happiness. -exhales- Sorry I just feel very strongly about that and I forgot to mention this in my defense post awhile ago. I feel better now~

So about Sakuya’s damn conflicted loyalty between Tsubaki and Mahiru. How are things gonna go from here?.WHICH ROUTE MY GUY? I WANT TO KNOW.

Tbh he’s kinda similar to Tsurugi in a sense (a certain someone kinda opened my eyes about that) that the whole “afraid to start something new because this is all that I’ve ever known and honestly I don’t know how to feel anymore?” kinda sense.

Although Tsurugi is debatablely the saddest character in servamp right now (backstory and current situation and all ARE WAYYY more painful.) 

What? Just cause Sakuya is my fave didn’t mean I’m completely biased about him. He sad. But not the SADDEST. I just thought I would mention this cause the parallels kinda fascinate me.

I WANT SAKUYA TO TAKE SOME ACTION. HE’S FREE NOW RIGHT??? What’s he gonna do now??? What’s he planning to do!?!? STILL WAITING HERE.

. Ughh its probably gonna be awhile until we get anything about Sakuya again. Which is fine. Cause its not his arc right now.

 WE GOT BIGGER PROBLEMS IN THE MANGA. MUCH MORE PRESSING THINGS INDEED.

But still I’m extremely curious… To what he might do in the future…. I mean Sakuya and even Lilac are still running around freely unlike the other melancholy members at the moment? So will he somehow be involved with that later??? Will he find Tsubaki??? WHERE ARE YOU MY BOY?

Ughh I’m having Sakuya withdraw lol… I hope he gets to do something exciting or important soon…. Tanaka strike is TEASING ME by putting him in so many recent official arts but then NOT IN THE ACTUAL STORY. WHYYYY. (well we do see Sakuya in a recent bonus chapter so….)

I HOPE THAT MEANS STRIKE PLANS TO INCLUDE HIM AGAIN SOON. I’ll take it as foreshadowing *sobs* Strike obviously hasn’t forgotten about him….so JUST waiting and watching now.

Waiting and watching….

Sorry, that got so angsty above I wanted this post to be positive too.. So here are good/fun things I like about him:

  • Even though he character design absolutely baffles me(yes I mean the hair) I gotta say I really love it~ His hair is really something original that’s for sure. HA. His design also helped immediately catch my attention to him also I may have a bit of a “stripes bias” ahaha I own A LOT of stripe shirts myself lol always have and always will.
  • He owns a lot of pink accessories and wears pink a lot too! LET. BOYS. WEAR. PINK. YES. YOU. GO. MY. BOY.  He rocks it fight me.
  • He’s cool and I’m kinda curious on what his subclass ability is. If there is even one for him. Weapons seem to be his specialty. (F.E knives, chainsaw(which I am still trying to figure out how magically pulled out in AN ELEVATOR!?! And can make a sword outta blood apparently.

Originally posted by sleepynyashnekomancer

 But I don’t really trust the animes canon….) Also his little black strap things have a function??? THEY ARE ALIVE. WHAT

  • Look how happy Mahiru makes him. His smile is precious. He loves his friend so much I cry. I want them to be together and be friends again.

Originally posted by natsv

Originally posted by sleepynyashnekomancer

  • All the Tsubaki and Sakuya shenanigans make me laugh. One minute he’s crying to Mahiru “please don’t kill him” and the next you’re trying to put the guy into a fox trap. What even boi.
  • WANTS TO BE CALLED SAKKUN HOW CUTE IS THAT.
  • Has the best “yandere” expressions.
  • HE PRETTY STRONG and has great potential to be truly terrifying and useful. UNLEASH THAT POTENTIAL YOU GREEN EMO CHILD.
  • Another random thought I had was what would have things been like if Mahiru did choose to tell Sakuya about Kuro in the beginning like he originally planned? Might’ve still gone down the same way. But who knows?
  • (I could keep going tbh)

But for now I’m just gonna sweat about the BIGGER MATTERS THAT ARE CURRENTLY HAPPENING IN THE MANGA RIGHT NOW. HA….

Thank you for asking Aviiiii~ <3

Infinitely Wallflowers: Chapter two

Eventual Peter Parker X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, Cussing, Bullying, high school.

A/N: This is based off of “The Perks Of being A Wallflower” if you haven’t read it or seen it, i highly recommend you make a trip to the library. 

 Also, It’s been such a long time since i’ve written the first chapter, but i finally did it! Yay! There’s so many reasons why but i don’t feel like i need to say them. I just hope you enjoy and thank you for sticking around for this long!

{Chapter One Here} // Song to listen to: Temptation

Words: 1,556



August 24th, 2016

Dear journal,

Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to not have powers. To not be that awkward kid who sticks around walls whenever possible. Would it be better to fit in? To be popular? Besides the kind of popular in middle school where you held hands with anyone who could breathe. The kind of popular where people actually liked you and looked up to you.

Besides my slightly angsty wannabe poetry, I’m doing okay.

Well, as okay as you can be when everyone around you seems to want to force hell on you every single time you step one foot on school grounds. Though I firmly believe that things get better. Thing have to, right? Not everyone can be so bad.

Always ~ Peter P-



He thought maybe, just maybe that school might not be as bad the next day. But god, was he wrong. Some could even say it was worse. Time seemed endless in the dull hallways of the germ-filled building. It was all just… useless.

He wasn’t learning anything, really. Some things, yes. But nothing that would help him five years later. And he hated it. Everything about it. The wasted time could be spent patching up old computers and saving the world.

Peter stuck to his plan of staying close to the walls and not saying much. Becoming part of the limitless amount of students. Keeping quiet during classes, too. It certainly made things easier and harder at the same time.

But despite all of his efforts, this only worked moderately well. People still pushed him over, still snarled “loser, pick up this,” as they ripped some of the pages straight out of one of his history books, throwing them across the room. They left with a smirk on their faces, satisfied with ruining another life that day. Peter sighed, clenching his fists tight, his knuckles going pale white and even pink. It sounded stupid, but he could feel something inside him, power, maybe. But more uncontrollable than usual.

The last thing he wanted was spider problems in school.

1,384 days till he was out.


He overheard students yelling about a football game, and how it was going to be “the bomb.” Though he never really liked sports, it would just be a shame to miss the first game of the school year. And, he didn’t want to be around when Derrick came around to pick up Aunt May for yet another date. It made him sick just thinking about it.

When Peter arrived to the game, he was shocked to see how many people had come. He was expecting 100 or so, maybe, but it seemed as though everyone and their friends had come. And, unfortunately, Peter had turned up late. He wove his way through the heavy crowd of sweaty teenagers, trying to find some sort of empty seat anywhere. But it was pointless.

Just when he was about to turn around and go home, he heard a voice.

“Hey! Looking for a seat?” Someone waved to him, motioning to the saved seat next to them. Realizing it was Patrick, Peter quickly made his way over, silently glad it was him, since he seemed to be the only sane person in the whole damn school.

“Thanks,” Peter muttered, sitting down on the end of the awfully uncomfortable metal bench.

“You’re in my workshop class, right?” Patrick asked, turning to talk to Peter. He seemed truly interested in Peter, which was a new thing. No one had ever wanted to know anything about him before.

“I’m pretty sure, yeah,” Peter tried to reply as casually as possible, but he thought it was quite obvious he knew for sure. He had always been a horrible actor, anyway.

“I never was good at workshop. Though I think you can tell by the clock I tried to make today.” Patrick gleamed, laughing at his own joke, his face lighting up instantly.

“Oh, hey, Y/n!”

It was the girl from the day before. Still just as gorgeous as she’d been the previous day.

She was wearing a oversized varsity jacket and overalls that were really mismatched. It seemed as though she didn’t want to fit in, and that was something so rare nowadays. Slightly refreshing, actually.

“Question: could the people here get grosser?” She smiled the warmest smile he had ever seen. He tried not to stare, but his eyes were letting him down. She scooted right next to Peter, causing him to suddenly be aware of the lack of space between them. Peter’s breath became ragged, and he didn’t quite know why. It was just a girl. Yes, the most beautiful girl he had ever met, but still, a person. He didn’t know what to do. Talk? No. He could always fuck that up. Best to stay silent, as always.

“We’re not going to Ruth’s, by the way. Her parents caught her buying rum for the party,” Y/n spoke up, leaning across Peter slightly to talk to Patrick. Her tone was loud, though dimmed by the roaring of the students whenever anyone did anything on the sports field.

“Damn it, Ruth. I always tell that girl that paper bags are a dead giveaway.. So, we wanna go to Queenies instead?” Patrick rolled his green eyes, clearly disappointed by their friend.

“Of course,” she said in a joking tone, like it had been blatantly obvious. Then, she turned to him, with that smile of hers, and a shimmer in her eyes. “Peter? That’s your name, right? Would you like to go to Queenies with us after the game?”

“T-that’s my name. And I’d love to, if that’s okay. I don’t want to ruin your fun,” Peter spoke up, stuttering a bit, which he mentally slapped himself for.

“I invited you for a reason. If I thought you were a buzzkill, I’d move away as soon as possible.”

Noise flooded his ears, so he looked over at the scoreboard. Seemed like he had missed quite a bit of the game, since many points had been added since he last checked. For a little bit, he forgot that they had even been at a game, but with the roaring crowd, the cozy atmosphere surrounding the three of them cracked instantly, bringing him back to harsh reality.

“GO SPORTS!” Patrick yelled over the crowd, clapping along with everyone else.


“So,” Y/n started as soon as they sat down in a empty booth in a darkish corner of the small diner. It was a cozy place that smelled like milkshakes and heartburn, but in a good kind of way. “Peter, what music do you like?”

“Answer this carefully. You might get on her bad side if you hit a nerve,” Patrick smirked devilishly, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I’m not that bad, I swear.” She slapped Patrick’s arm with the back of her hand, rolling her eyes at him. “Tell us already!”

“Oh, well…” Peter started, but drifted off. All of his life, people had made fun of him for what he liked in music, or anything, really. Though Patrick and Y/n seemed nice, would they be like everyone else and judge him? “It’ll sound stupid.”

“Nothing truly sounds stupid,” Patrick said, pointing right at Peter, “and never think otherwise. Your taste matters in this cruel world.”

“Okay. Mostly I listen to David Bowie, Prince, Duran Duran, U2, The Smiths…”

“Ohmygod! Someone who likes good music! Our music!” Y/n squeaked, beaming head to toe. Peter couldn’t recall someone being so happy over a small topic like music, but he thought it was cute. She gripped Patrick’s arm tightly, shaking it vigorously.  “Can we keep him? Peter, can we keep you?”

“Yes?” he said with more of a question than an answer in his voice. These people must’ve been slightly insane, but he thought he liked it, strangely enough. Never had he thought that people like them could exist. So free spirited; people who didn’t care and didn’t want to. They were just… them. And that amazed Peter.

“Do you know The Electric Fetus?”

“Yeah, I love that band.” Peter lied. He really didn’t know who it was, but the last thing he wanted to seem like was clueless.

“It’s actually a record shop, but good enough.” Patrick smiled. He did not even make a big deal about it. Just a casual mess up. Another new thing to add to the list of what makes a decent person. Not everyone had to point out your mistakes.

“Tell you what, sometime over a weekend, I’ll take you there, okay?” she offered. There was a constant undertone in her voice that sounded so welcoming, but he couldn’t place a finger on exactly why. It was something you could get addicted to hearing. “Show you some more good music…”

“Be careful, you start listening to that shit and it’s basically a popularity plague. One old song and your rep is dead.”

“I’m pretty sure my rep can’t get any worse…” he muttered. And at that, they burst out into sudden laughter, startling Peter a bit. Y/n was even wiping away tears from her eyes. Soon enough, Peter joined in with laughing, not fully sure of why yet, but it was just contagious.

“We’ll see about that,” Y/n managed to say, smiling ear to ear. “we can ruin anyone, kid. You’ll learn that soon enough.”


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(Note that i’m tagging everyone who liked it, since they probably forgot by now… If you want to be un-tagged message me! Same goes for if you want to be tagged in the next! I swear it won’t take this long next time.)

Penis is not a swearword

characters: Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, ft Flash Thompson

paring: none

word count: 1,374

warnings: i dont think there is any?? 

summary: how you meet Peter and Ned during freshman year, by shoving Flashes pride up his ass.

a/n: this was really bad writing, sorry bout that. idea popped into my head. but currently running low… send some requests? you could also send a song request for peter x reader. enjoy loveliess. (it really sucks tho)

also i will make this a series about different parts of yours and peters relationship


“Hey, yo, Penis Parker is here, guys! I didn’t realize they accepted dumb ass dorks into high school!” Flash Thompson, aka the worlds most colossal imbecile, called out laughing.

It was the first day of high school, you were attending Midtown High School of Science and Technology, or as everyone knew it: Midtech. You didn’t go to the same middle school as Flash, that wasn’t why you knew him. Your parents were quite close friends and you sometimes were required by your parents to stay with his parents when they were on business trips when you were younger, which then entailed you having to interact with one of the people that you hated more than almost anything, except maybe those crocs that your parents made you wear for years of your life.

You looked over to whom Flash has decided to humiliate himself over, and saw two guys walk into homeroom. One was a quite dorky looking skinny kid who just rolled his eyes, and the other was a plus sized normal looking freshman who looked just a bit annoyed by Flash. You weren’t surprised. Flash had a habit of bullying people he thought was smarter than him, or what he called ‘competition’. Since it’s always usually the friend who gets annoyed when a persons honor is being wounded, you thought that this Parker dude done something to embarrass Flash (although Flash needed no help doing that all by himself).

“Flash, that wasn’t funny in middle school, it certainly isn’t funny now,” the friend replied in an irritated manner.

“He’s your type,” Michelle Jones, or as you knew her-MJ, your best friend of many years, told you under her breath, not looking up from her book.

“Which one? Besides, how do you know? You haven’t even looked at him,” you answer back suspiciously.

“Mm, call it intuition,” she mutters.

“Pff since when do you believe in intuition?” you ask her, knowing full on well that this girl is practically made up of hard logic, and she probably knew something that you didn’t know.

“Just trust me.”

You did, and so you spoke up.

“Flash, sweetheart, I’m not sure if you know, but penis is not a swearword,” you addressed him sweetly, causing everyone in the class to stop all their actions and watch what magnificent drama will unravel on the first day of freshman year. “Now, I think you should stop before you humiliate yourself in front of everyone on the first day of school. I mean it wouldn’t be the best impression but hey, I don’t know, maybe you are going for the colossal cretin look, in which case well done.”

At your words, your classmates snickered, the friend and Parker dude looked at each other with a  ‘what the hell just happened’ wide eyed look, and Flashes mouth dropped open.

“You might want to close that if you don’t want flies for breakfast,” you smirked at him. Flash knew you hated his guts but he never heard you voice your thoughts.

MJ lifted her fist for a fist bump that you delivered as Parker and his friend came over.

“You didn’t have to do that,” where the first words to come out of Parkers mouth.

“Nope, I didn’t but I can’t lose a chance to see Flashes mouth gaping open like a retarded fish, so yeah I kinda did,” you answered back, seeing surprise and a little bit of passing anger in his large brown eyes.

“Well, my apologies for my friend’s manners. I’m Ned and he’s Peter and what you just did was so awesome.” Ned’s eyes were wide in awe, with large respect growing for your sass.

“Thank you. I’m Y/N, and this is Michelle,” you introduced yourself while looking at MJ, who didn’t even look up from her book.

“She’s not big on people, so don’t take it personally.”

By this time the boys where already sitting at the desk next to yours to continue the conversation.

“Anyway, what did you do to Flash, Peter?” You asked, actually interested to hear the story that resulted in Flash calling Peter ‘penis’.

“What do you mean?” Peter questioned in a confused manner.

“Well, I know Flash and I know that he needs to be humiliated by someone, so then he becomes insecure and finds the lamest insult in the universe to bully the person with. So, what’s the story?”

“Well aside from the fact that Peter is better than Flash at everything, there also was this incident once in Grade 7 where we had Science Fair, and we accidentally chose the same topic for the experiment, except ours worked, and Flashes blew up. Also the teacher told Peter that he was very creative in choosing the topic, but she didn’t tell that to Flash. Flash is also convinced that Peter purposefully blew it up, so yeah.” Ned rattled of to you about the past.

You chuckled, and said: “That’d do it.”

“Wait, but how do you know Flash?” Peter asked, with a weird look on his face that you couldn’t decipher.

“Our parents are quite close friends, and I had to stay over at his house when I was younger when my parents were out of town,” you answered, watching Peter.

“Wow, that must’ve sucked!” Ned exclaimed.

You decided Ned and Peter where ‘worthy’ of your friendship, even though Peter didn’t speak a lot, but you blamed it on him being shy.

The teacher walked in and took your register, and then handed out your schedules. You checked schedules with MJ, and you shared psychology and tech. You, Ned and Peter had robotics, AP Physics and AP Math. You and Peter shared AP English Literature together.

“Impressive, most of your classes are AP,” Ned nodded in approval.

“Not as impressive as Peter,” you glanced at Peter’s schedule. “How can you even do so many AP courses? Do you even have time for studying all of that?”

“Peter is really smart, I mean obviously most of us are to get into this school, but you know what I mean,” Ned said while nodding at Peter.

A silent conversation passed between the two of them, that you decided to ignore, turning to MJ as she asked what your first class was.

Your first class was Chemistry, which you dreaded, as it was not your strongest suit. You met a few new people that seemed quite nice. The teacher was all right, though you had a feeling that you were going to need help, sooner or later.

You regrouped at lunch, and asked about each other’s teachers.

“My history teacher is deluded, she thinks that the atomic bombings were absolutely necessary for the way to stop, which is actually bullshit.” Michelle said in a voice she reserved for complete idiots.

“Well hey maybe she’s delusional. You could ask her if she’s feeling well, then ask if she needs you to teach for her,” you suggested.

This made every one snicker.

“I am so going to fail Chemistry. I don’t think I understood half of what she said, and chemistry is so my worst subject,” you groaned, putting your face in your hands. “But, our physics teacher is quite good, don’t you think guys?”

You looked over at Ned and Peter nodding, who were also simultaneously shoving French fries into their mouths like they would never see it again.

“Guys this isn’t the last time you are going to see French fries you know,” chuckling at them.

“How would you know? An asteroid could hit us this very moment and I would very well never see French fries ever again,” Ned said very vibrantly, as if it could be a reality that would happen.

“You can’t say that! I still want to live another day to eat Mr. Delmar’s sandwich, and if you say that it might come true!” Peter exclaimed.

“You guys are such dorks,” you said, but still laughing along with them.

“If Ned was really a prophet then he would have probably predicted that aside from the fries this food could very well be poison for rats.” Michelle’s smug face set you off into more laughter.

Peter snorted, and all four of you were in hysterics.

You knew you found friends to keep.

100 Writing Prompts (Part III)

151. Compare a situation you’ve been in where you’ve behaved in an immature/ irrational manner to what looking back you’d do, setting aside strong emotions.
152. Make a list of flowers.
153. Do you believe the words other people would use to describe you are truly depictions of who you are?
154. Write about the Puerto Rican debt crisis. It could be just a brief analysis, or a more subjective piece.
155. Describe smoke curling in the air.
156. Write about a time in your life you’ve felt excluded.
157. Create a character whose name is Priscilla.
158. Talk about yellow things.
159. Do you think people should feel the need to “come out”?
160. Make a set list of only female artists/ groups.
161. Do you tend to have one best friend or are you a part of a group of best friends?
162. Write about a person in your life who look uncannily like an animal.
163. If you could give a gift to one person with no limitations, what would you give and who would you give it to?
164. Write a book review on a book you read a long time ago.
165. Do you think your society shelters children too much or too little?
167. What are you most worried for in the next week? In the next year?
168. Analyze the saying, “The best is the enemy of the good.”
169. If you had a terminal illness and were given a year to live would you tell those around you?
170. Do you find people who cry too often less genuine?
171. How effective was your high school health class?
172. Describe what makes a home.
173. Talk about your parents marriage/ relationship.
174. Do you ever feel as though you should’ve been born into another era?
175. Do you ever feel as though you should’ve been born into another family?
176. Write a list of things you’d like boys/ men to know.
177. Write a list of things you’d like girls/ women to know.
178. Discuss pornographic images in our society and how they may impact youth or adults.
179. Write a letter to someone who you are at fault for ruining the relationship you had with them.
180. Write an apology letter to yourself.
181. Do you find history interesting or boring to study?
182. Do you know what you want to have in life?
183. Do you long for more or less change in your life?
184. Describe a beautiful person’s face when the are resting versus when they are smiling.
185. When do you experience bought a of lack of motivation.
186. Have you ever felt guilty for having luck you didn’t deserve?
187. Write a list of things you are waiting for.
188. Describe waking up with a stiff neck.
189. Who has made the biggest mess of your life?
190. Are you extroverted or introverted? Do you ever wish you were the opposite of what you tend to be?
191. Write about a philtrum (the tear drop crevasse above your upper lip) in a very descriptive manner.
192. Describe the human body as if the person reading has never seen one.
193. Do you find the typical binary male or female body to be more or less interesting than the other?
194. Look up the year 1894, did anything interesting happen?
195. How do you feel when someone is taking a photo of you?
196. A boy in my friend group was messaged on social media by a (transgender) female. When he was told she was trans the next day by friends he acted disgusted and openly insulted the girl saying he felt “emasculated”. Write a response.
197. Talk about the confederate flag.
198. Do you have an opinion on MTV?
199. Compile a list of words you think more people should know.
200. Look up the definition of sonder and write a response/ analyzation.
201. In the movie The Truman Show, a mm loves his life in a fake reality unknowingly being filmed for a world wide tv program. What if this were to be true for your life?
202. Do you ever feel addicted to sleep?
203. When you were in school, how did you spend your summer vacation?
204. When do you feel unkept or wild?
205. Why are you on tumblr?
206. What defines an abusive relationship?
207. Who has the most control over you in your life?
208. What’s a promise you have made that you know you couldn’t keep?
209. What class has had the biggest impact on your views?
210. Do you smile in pictures?
211. What in this life, gives you the most anxiety?
212. Create a list of dumb things you regret doing that still gives you anxiety today.
213. Who do you do you think humanity owes the most too?
214. Have you listened to the Hamilton soundtrack? What’s your opinion on an urban musical?
215. Make a list of things that make you angry.
216. Define culture.
217. Discuss body hair.
218. Watch the movie In Your Eyes on Netflix and write a reaction.
219. Why do you write?
220. If you were publishing a book and got the dedicate it to someone, who would you choose?
221. Talk about wars of religion (100 Years War in Europe, 6 Days War in Israel, ect.)
222. Do you feel pressure to perform well academically?
223. Should more people become active in politics?
224. Create a list of things you didn’t understand as a child.
225. Have you ever considered writing erotica?
226. What frustrates you the most about writing?
227. Do the people around you influence you more than you influence them?
228. Make a list of beautiful people.
229. What’s the difference between spirituality and organized religion?
230. When in your life do you think you were the most attractive? When were you the happiest?
231. Are you a trustworthy person? When is trust is okay to break?
232. Is it ever okay to purposely ruin/ destroy books? What does the way a person treat books say about them?
233. How do you learn best?
234. Why do we celebrate birthdays?
235. Are you a sentimental person? Explain.
236. Does your country over test its students?
237. Would you rather feel big or small?
238. Write a scene that’s entirely dialogue.
239. What makes an apology sincere?
240. When is the last time you asked someone to hangout/ do something with you?
241. Talk about shows/ movies you saw as a kid/ preteen.
242. Create a character who hates books.
243. Describe the sound of breathing through your nose.
244. John Locke believed everyone was born “tabula rasa” or a “blank slate”. He thought everything we knew we gained from experience or we were taught. Do you agree with this?
245. Have you ever seen a TED X talk? If you had to give one, what would you choose as a topic?
246. Listen to the song Forever by Ben Harper and write a response. Then compare this to his song Walk Away. (Seriously, this one is completely worth doing.)
247. Describe the color purple by making an alliteration with the letter P.
248. Write down the first hundred words that enter your mind, excluding pronouns, conjunctions, and prepositions.
249. Do you think being bilingual/ multilingual is something that interests you?
250. How do you maintain/ control your image on a daily basis?

-cjf

3

First Crush 


When his father sent him to Gotham Academy, Damian was rather insulted. Why would he need to be in a school with others in order to learn when he is perfectly capable of homeschooling himself? What could he possibly learn and achieve in this environment? But there is one person who makes it bearable enough to stick around and that person is you. 

On his very first day at his new school, you were the first to befriend him, which baffled him in many ways. It is never that easy to make friends and it is even more hard for a person like Damian to have any in the first place. He prefers his own company and there is only a select few that he allows himself to be around. Those people are usually on the same intellectual level as himself, he is very picky when it comes to people, that’s probably the reason why he doesn’t have many friends. You are the only person in this entire school that he is willing to talk to and hang around with. A lot of the other students think he is weird or that there is something wrong with him, they simply just don’t know Damian Wayne. 

Over the past few months, Damian has grown rather fond of you, it is a fondness he has never felt for another person before, such an alien feeling. Whenever you are around him he can’t help but stare and take in every detail of your face, admiring how soft and perfect your skin is, it has a certain glow to it. One time you accidentally touched his hand and he felt his heart race inside his chest. He doesn’t quite understand why that occurred and why he seems to get so flustered around you sometimes.  This has never happened before and it is difficult for him to comprehend. What is it about you that makes him actually feel something? Is it your kindness, your intelligence, the way you laugh and smile? He just can’t put his finger on it. What is this? 

Lost in thought he starts to pile his books back into his locker as the school day has now reached its end. Another day of learning has been completed. He can’t lie, he is really starting to enjoy the place and even likes some of the teachers here. However, there are some that despise him for being ‘too smart for his own good’ as they put it. Damian prefers the word challenging. He snaps out of his thoughts when he hears your voice, the sound of it alone is enough to make him smile. When he looks to his left side he finds you talking to some boy that he recognises from his chemistry class. For some bizarre reason, he feels his whole body seizing up in anger at the very sight. His hand clenches the locker door tightly as he continues to watch. Why does he feel so… so jealous? Is it because this guy is making you laugh and smile and he isn’t? If only he knew. 

The conversation between the two of you ends and you part ways. You immediately spot Damian at his locker and wave to him excitedly with a huge grin on your face, happy to see him.  

“Hey, Damian.” You are first to speak. 

“Hey, y/n. What was that all about?” He quickly refers to your previous conversation, the curiosity getting the better of him. 

“Oh nothing, Tom was just asking me if I wanted to be his partner for the history project but I told him I already have one.” You provide him with the answer and a sense of relief washes over him. 

“You do?” He then asks wondering who you could possibly be partners with. Alison maybe? Who knows. 

“Yeah you!” You slap his shoulder playfully as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. “That’s if you want to of course.” 

“Of course I do.” Damian is more than happy to be working with you. The fact that you already chose him without asking pleases him greatly. 

“Great! We can arrange to meet up at each other’s houses after school to make a start.” You start to walk side by side out of the school. 

“We can start tomorrow if you’d like at mine? No one’s ever home so we will have peace and quiet to work, we also have our own library so don’t worry about books, we have plenty.” Damian is quick to offer, eager to invite you over. 

“It’s a date!” You nudge him and he nudges back. 

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