my highschool boyfriend

Theatre Kids


What we think we do

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What our parents think we do

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What we actually do

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Gilbert the jug

Okay, so my junior year of highschool, my boyfriend, lets call him Jeff, and I were at lunch. So I get there, and there Jeff is, a full gallon jug of water, with a straw. I walk up to him, laughing. I ask him what he’s doing, and he says. “Meet my friend. I shall have him for the rest of the year. We need to name our son.” So after pondering for a while, we come up with Gilbert. This is the start of the school year. Like, week 2.

So the days go on, and we trade Gilbert off throughout the day, taking him to class with us. This happens for a while.

The home economics class made Gilbert a uniform. The wood shop and metal shops made him a stroller. It was beautiful. My chemistry teacher enrolled him in class, as did english teacher and math. Me and Jeff were invited to a ‘parent teacher conference’ for Gilbert. We get there, and all the teachers are sitting there.

We think we’re done for. We think this is the end. This is like, the last week of school. We all get sat down, and the principle clears his throat, and pulls a briefcase out from under the table. He opens it. in the case, is a real highschool diploma for Gilbert. He graduated with honors, the top of the class.

Jeff was a senior, I was a junior. Gilbert graduated and Jeff was held back. We’re both seniors now. Gilbert remains in the principles office, along with his diploma and his honors robes. (Made to size)

saltnhalo  asked:

SFW 158 please!!

Hey Emma! Thanks for your prompt :* I hope you like it :D

Prompt: “What are you doing here?”

It was a cold night. Castiel didn’t know what he was thinking when he snuck out of the house in the middle of the night in just a lightweight hoodie and jeans. He pulls the hood over his head and hunches his shoulders. He rubs his hands together to warm up. He watches as his breath comes out in white puffs and caresses his face as he walks forward. He takes longer strides in order to get to Dean’s house quicker.

He really hopes that Dean is still awake or him freezing his ass off is going to go to waste.

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Dean is sitting on his bed wrapped up in his blankets as he reads his textbook for the next day. He pauses and looks up when he hears a scuffling noise outside his bedroom. He focuses on it for a bit till it stops. He goes back to his reading when he hears a sharp knocking on his window.

He startles and he sharply turns his head to the window. He places a hand on his racing heart and gets out of bed. He pads over to the window and peeks out from his blinds thinking he was just imagining things.

His eyes go wide in shock. He lifts the blinds and opens the window, shivering when he’s hit with a blast of cold air.

There was Castiel, clinging to a pipe at the side of his house.

“Cas? What are you doing here?!” Dean hisses.

“I missed you.” Cas says nonchalantly.

“Cas, it’s 1 AM! If you get caught my dad will kill you!” Dean whispers loudly, leaning out of the window.

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Therapy - Harry Holland One Shot

Requested: No

Rating: PG-13 for idk cursing, drinking, that kinda stuff idk this isn’t too rough :)

Summary: You and Harry have been rivals for as long as you can both remember. Last week, the two of you fucked and you can’t get him out of your head. Now, the two of you are at the same, crazy party, and you just can’t seem to avoid each other. (Inspired by ‘Therapy’ by Khalid).

A/N: ‘Y/L/N’ stands for ‘your last name’ just for clarification. 

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“Something that you’re doing has me falling all the way”

Harry had been staring at you all night. He’d been staring at you since seventh fucking grade, actually. His staring had been what initiated your feud. He had been caught off guard by the pretty, smart, witty girl who sat three seats down from him in his seventh grade English class with the droning teacher. One day you’d caught him looking at you for what had felt like the billionth time, so you had leaned forward so the two of your eyes locked, unobstructed by the people sitting in desks between you. “Maybe you should take a picture, it would last a while longer,” you had questioned, the words had flown straight from your lips and bitten into him, he had recoiled as if he had been punched. The only way he could think to respond was more violently than he’d intended. 

“Of you? In your dreams, YLN.”

He had spat the words with a tone much more harsh than the one you’d employed and he still remembered how you’d frowned slightly before making sure the teacher wasn’t paying attention before spitting out the words, “then fuck off, Holland.” Ever since, the two of you had a rivalry the entire school knew about, that neither of you made any effort to hide. 

But then last week had happened. Last week with a club meeting that had ended up in a way so unexpected that you could barely convince yourself it had happened. But you knew it had, of course, as after it’d happened, Harry had grown only colder towards you, his comments carrying more of a sting than usual. You couldn’t tell if you were just extra sensitive, or if something had changed, or both. 

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N.E.I.G.H.B.O.R.S Pt.9 // Fanfic

Modern Friends AU // Nessian

The One With The Wedding 

A/N: Thanks for sticking with the story despite all the drama and heartbreak. I would like to apologize to those who started this story because it was a fluff story and a break from the angst. Sorry. :) 

“You don’t have to come to the rehearsal dinner. You don’t even have to come to the wedding,” Feyre says, from the vanity chair while Nesta braided her hair into an updo. “We could come up with a great excuse.” 

Nesta shook her head, “No, this is going to kill me but I think I would regret it if I wasn’t there for him. I would want him to come to my wedding if it was reversed.” 

Feyre reached up to grab her sisters hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “You know there someone out there for you, right? Cassian just wasn’t the one,” she states. 

Nesta smiled at her sister through the mirror in a reassuring way but she knew Cassian was the one. She knew she had missed her chance and she was going to have to live with that the rest of her life. 

“Feyre, Nesta, it’s time to go. We wouldn’t want to be late,” Rhys yells from downstairs. Nesta finishes up her sisters hair quickly and they make there way downstairs together. Rhys seems surprised to see Nesta ready but quickly composes himself again. “Darling, you look stunning, as do you Nesta.” 

“Thanks Rhys,” Nesta replies, everyone stands around awkwardly so she gestures towards the door. “Are we going?” 

The car ride is silent. Rhys and Feyre sit up front quietly whispering to each other and Mor, who is usually talking, is either staring out the window or down at her hands. 

“I am glad you all came,” Cassian says, but he’s looking directly at Nesta when he says it. Since that morning in her apartment, she slowly stopped helping with the wedding preparations, glancing around the room she assumes Claire must have finally helped since it was everything Cassian said he didn’t want in a wedding.

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Rhys says, clapping his friend on the back before guiding his wife to where they were assigned to sit. Mor had already disappeared. 

“You look great,” he says, stepping closer towards Nesta. “I didn’t think you would show up.” 

“Why?” Nesta asks sweetly, forcing herself not to add one of us actually thinks we’re friends.  “I wouldn’t want to miss your big day especially since I help with some of it. What cake did you guys decided to go with? the Lemon vanilla?” 

“No, actually, I went with the chocolate mousse,” he says, and she raises an eyebrow in surprise. “I figured I should have at least one thing I like at this wedding.” 

“You don’t seem that thrilled. It’s the day before your wedding night, you should be beyond happy,” she says. Cassian doesn’t have time to reply because Claire comes up next to him and snakes her arms around his waist. 

“There you are, Cassie, I was wondering where you ran off too,” she smiles, leaning up to kiss his cheek leaving a bright red lip stain, when she turns to Nesta, Cassian discreetly wipes at it trying to get it off. “Nicole, right? Cassian’s neighbor? I am glad you were able to come. We didn’t know if we were going to have a seat for you since your just a neighbor but Cassian here really wanted you to be here.” 

“Thanks, I appriciate it,” she says through clench teeth. “I should probably go find my sis-,”

“Your single, right?” Claire asks, Nesta nods before flickering her eyes towards Cassian who looks just as confused as she feels. “My cousin is here and I think you two would be perfect. I have to introduce you to him. Hes right over there.” 

Nesta follows where Claire is pointing and sees an man, who’s probably in his forties. He’s short, stout, and balding. “You two would look so cute together,” Claire says before perking up when a tall blonde fellow walks through the door. “Oh that’s my boyfriend from highschool! I wanna go say hi!” she announces before exiting the conversation. 

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t introduce you,” Cassian says. 

“I should go find my seat,” she says, walking away from Cassian before he can say anything else. She needed a glass of wine before having another conversation with anyone else. 


“Thank you all so much for coming,” Claire says into the microphone. It was only the rehearsal dinner but you would think it was the wedding since it seemed everyone had been inviting. “I should call it a night so I can have all the beauty sleep I need before the big day tomorrow.” 

“You’re always beautiful,” Cassian calls out to her, she puts a hand on her heart and mouths “I love you.” Nesta rolls her eyes and turns back towards the open bar, holding up her empty glass and waits for the bartender to fill it before taking a sip. 

When Rhys and Feyre found her she was already on her fourth glass. “Oh Nes,” Feyre says, taking the glass from her sisters hand and putting it out of her reach. “Is this where you were the whole night?”

“No, in the beginning I talked with Cassian and his lovely bride to be,” Nesta replies with a roll of her eyes. “What does he see in her?” 

Feyre shushes her quickly looking around to see if anyone heard her while Rhys put her arm around his shoulder and helped her off the stool. She pushes him away gently, “I’ve had three and a half drinks. I am not drunk. I wouldn’t get drunk here.” 

“Do you want to stay at our place tonight so you don’t have to be alone?” Feyre asks. Or across the hallway from Cassian. 

“No thanks,” she retorts. She wasn’t a child she didn’t need to be looked after. “Can this day get any worse?” she exclaims, when they exit the building and its pouring down rain and remembering how far away Rhys had to park since we were late. 

“Why don’t you stay here and I’ll go get the car,” Rhys suggests. 

“Oh no, its okay. I love walking in the rain anyways,” Feyre says, taking her husbands hand.

Nesta scoffs, and rolls her eyes. “Well, I’ll be staying here where it’s nice and dry.” 

Feyre seems conflicted but a tug from her husbands hand has her leaving the building. Nesta leans up against the wall, staring out at the rain, waiting for the familiar car to pull up. “Ma’am,” someone says. She turns to see a janitor standing in the hallway. “I need to close the building.” She raises an eyebrow and looks out at the pouring rain before turning back towards him with an expectant look. “Sorry, ma’am,” he shrugs. 

She frowns, shooting a glare his way before exiting the building into the pouring rain. At least she wouldn’t have to stand outside for long, hopefully. 

“Nes?” she turns to see Cassian. “I am glad I ran into you. You left your purse inside.” He holds it out for her and she takes it gratefully. “Did you have a nice night?” 

Small talk. Their relationship had come to small talk. He sticks his hands in his pockets and looks at her. “Yes, it was great,” she replies with a smile. Smile through the lies. “How about you? Ready for your big day?” 

Anyone else wouldn’t have seen his smile falter but Nesta did and it gave her hope. “I just want to be married,” he replies. Married to who? Nesta can’t help but ask herself. “Well, I should be headed home. Do you need a ride?” 

“No,” she says quickly. Hurt flashes across his face so she adds, “Feyre and Rhys are driving me home.” 

“I can just take you. We live right across from each other,” he retorts. 

“I am actually staying at their house,” Nesta says, she wasn’t going to but it was the only thing she could think of on the spot. He nods, before giving a slight wave and turning on his heel. “Wait, can I ask you something?” 

He pauses, “Yeah of course.” 

“Why are you marrying Claire,” she blurts. His eyes widen in surprise. She’s surprised by it herself but she doesn’t try to take it back just stares at him waiting for an answer as they both stand there in the pouring rain with the only light a street light.

“Because I love her and I want to get married,” he replies smoothly. 

“So you just want to get married?” she inquired, raising an eyebrow accusingly. 

“Yes, but I want to get married to Claire. Why? What are you trying to start, Nes?” he asks. 

“I am not trying to start anything,” she retorts, turning towards the parking lot and hoping to see Rhys and Feyre so they could save her from this conversation. “I just want to make sure you are making the right decision.” 

“And you bring this up the night before my wedding?” he scoffs, kicking at a nonexistent pebble. 

“You know whats crappy? That after everything we’ve been through together you only think of me as your neighbor. It sucks. Do you know why it sucks so much? Because I think of you as so much more. I love you, Cas, and to you I am just your neighbor who knocked on your door at four in the morning for sugar.” 

He gaps at her and shes taking in quick breaths, her shoulders lifted from shoulders. “How selfish can you be, Nes?” She freezes, selfish? “It’s the night before my wedding. I am getting married in a less then ten hours and your telling me you love me?” 

She opens her mouth to speak, the angry tears rolling down her face and mixing with the rain. He shakes his head and the look on his face makes Nesta shut her mouth. “Do you know how long I have loved you? How long I waited for you to return my feelings? Two years. Now here you are telling me you love me the night before I am going to get married to someone else. That’s so selfish. Nesta. You should have just kept it to yourself.” 

“Kept it to myself? You would want me to never tell you that I love you?” Nesta asks, taking a step back as if his words had forced her back. “You would want be to live in silence the rest of my life?”

“Yes! That’s why your selfish! The whole world doesn’t revolve around you!” he yells, running a hand through his wet hair in exasperation. “I can’t have you here.” 

“What?” she asks softly, her voice cracking silently. “Cassian, I am sorry. I shouldn’t-”

“Just don’t come tomorrow, okay?” he says, before turning and walking away. Nesta watches as he leaves and with every step he takes she feels her heart break a little more. 

“You coming?” Feyre yells. She turns to see Feyre and Rhys looking at her in concern and realizes she has been staring at an empty sidewalk in a daze. She gets into the car and puts her seatbelt on quickly. 

“I am going back to your place,” she says. Rhys and Feyre share a look but they don’t mention the crack in her voice or the sniffling they hear the whole way home. 

i’m not gonna post it tonight cause it’s late but in 2011 a mutual friend of mine and my highschool boyfriend made an actual entire rage comic because we were both constantly complaining to him about each other and he wanted us to stop using him as a middleman and it’s actually iconic would peopel find any amusement out of my posting it

update?

I totally forgot I was doing these mini-posts about my highschool years and shit like that. Tbh, band and life are kicking me on my rear. Highschool really is boring and somewhat dramatic. :( It literally resurrected emo me from 6th grade.

A question for you older peers, is it a bad thing for a freshman to have a crush on this Junior? I’ll spill the tea on another post about him. I just need advice on the issue. And another reason for my emo-ness, my wonderful, gorgeous cat was put to sleep today due to some nasty injuries she had acquired.

Life really feels bland at the moment. It is literally the same routine over and over again just with more events added. However, Brockhampton is great and Kevin makes me cry more , breathe if you agree.

—charlie

anonymous asked:

In regards to virginity: i think i was a virgin until 17ish to my then highschool boyfriend. Lasted like a minute then it was over LOL. But I dont regret it at all! I was able to just think afterwards “Ok im not a virgin anymore, whatever.” and I did not let it define me. Going on I was able to enjoy sex with partners and figure out what I like and dont like! Now my current lover is amazing in bed and our sexual relationship is pretty healthy and great! So its not all so bad! :)

aaaaahh~ good for you~🤗

anonymous asked:

I feel like I might have ADHD after looking over a lot of the symptoms and stuff. But it sucks because I'm young and my mom doesn't believe it exists.

I’m sorry your mom feels that way.

I can promise you it exists. There’s a lot of extensive study on it, from lab tests to brain scans. Maybe you could show your mom this? Sadly, though, you’re right that there’s a lot of stigma. I didn’t really hear about the idea that it doesn’t exist growing up, because my dad Definitely has it (has even been on Adderall but then forgot to refill it) and so does my sibling (diagnosed at a young age but my parents gave up on meds after the first one didn’t work, which is super weird, but anyway). When I heard it as an adult I was pretty surprised anyone felt that way - I mean, my second highschool boyfriend had the combination type and there was a very noticeable difference between him on medication and him off it. Off of it, you couldn’t even hold a conversation with him.

I think the best thing you can do for now is look up strategies for dealing with it. There are some pretty great YouTube channels, my personal favorite being “How to ADHD”. There may be strategies you can apply to help for now, and then when you get older you can go to a doctor on your own to talk about it, and see what treatment they recommend.

I hope this helps. I wish you all the best. 💙

Frustration

A/N: Hey guys so I decided I was gonna postthis after all bc I was rereading it and I just felt really proud of it so I hopeyou guys like it!

 

Summary:

Jude’s frustrated.

It’s his junior year of high school and he’s been in love with his best friend for what feels like forever. He knows Connor loves him back, so rejections not the problem; it’s just the way to go about it. They’ve gotten use to ignoring their feelings, so now that they’ve gotten to the point where they want to talk about it they don’t know how and Jude feels likes he’s going to explode.

This shouldn’t be this hard, it’s just talking. Him and Connor talk all the time so why does this conversation have to be so difficult?



If Jude weren’t such an idiot, he might just have had the courage to ask him out. He was right in front of him for Christs sake all he had to do was open his mouth and say a few words, it shouldn’t be this hard. 


Connor stood next to the shorter brunette, talking a mile a minute as he got his books out of his locker. He was going on and on about the new Avengers movie and as awesome as the movie sounded, Jude couldn’t bring himself to actually pay attention to his best friend. All he wanted to do was lean over and shut him up in the best possible way.


It wasn’t that Jude was afraid of rejection, no he knew Connor liked him in a romantic way. It was fairly obvious that both boys had feelings for the other just by the way that they looked at each other. The teenagers had just got so use to ignoring it in middle school that when they finally got to the point where they wanted to address it, they couldn’t.


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anonymous asked:

It's incredible how larries see themselves as the biggest lgbtq supporters of all time and how they respect every gender with its particularities and defend every person's right to express themselves in every way that makes them comfortable w/o being labeled AND YET they're freaking out over Harry's nails 'cause somehow that makes him totally gay 'cause you know, that's something 100% feminine and no other man has ever worn. Marilyn Manson wears nail polish & make up > scary. Harry Styles > gay.

Like I have to say I honestly find a lot of talk about Harry’s “defying of gender norms” to be incredibly cringe worthy, mostly because he barely does anything at all and one segment of the fandom will wank itself to death over it like it’s a groundbreaking event like man’s first step on the moon.

Growing up this was literally my crush:

Notice the worn down polish? The defiance of gender norms?

My first highschool boyfriend wore nail varnish AND eyeliner. A true rebel of our times. 

This is so minimum bar effort for me.

I think it’s cute and it works on him and all, but the absolute wankathon the Larries hold over these things is just bizarre to me. Nobody I knew acted like Kurt Cobain was the most gender defying male celebrity of all time. Nobody still acts like he was. And on top of varnish and eyeliner, he wore dresses in his music videos and photoshoots and on tour. 

So I’m like… this is what we get worked up with? It’s nice and all, but it just makes me feel like I’m old.