send a student to school

  • What I say: I'm fine.
  • What I mean: Okay, but why did Dumbledore tell the Prefects to take everyone back to their dormitories to keep them safe while a troll was in the dungeon? You already had (almost) everyone accounted for in the Great Hall. One singular room is way easier to secure, and you wouldn't be risking student lives by sending them back through the school, especially the Slytherins whose dorms are IN THE DUNGEONS?!

i am so disgusted by betsy devos’ confirmation. she does not understand the socioeconomic and cultural factors that impact public school districts and their students—this is evidenced by the fact that she thinks implementing more charter schools will improve the already-existing school system. improving school and student performance involves more than just building new schools, and i don’t think devos understands the root of poor student performance.

basically, poor schools are trapped in a cycle of poverty while schools in more affluent neighborhoods gain more funding. public schools are funded three ways: state education funds, property taxes, and standardized test scores.

it is well established that schools with less funding do worse than schools with more funding. the more money and resources a school has, the better students perform in school and on state tests. for poor schools, this is where the cycle begins: the school doesn’t have enough money, so students are not getting the same quality education as their wealthier counterparts; because they are not getting a quality education, they perform badly on standardized tests; because they perform badly on standardized tests, the school doesn’t get much funding; repeat cycle. add low property taxes to this equation and you get what is known as a “bad school.”

it is no coincidence that “bad schools” are located in low-income primarily black neighborhoods, and “good schools” are located in upper class primarily white neighborhoods. this casual segregation is not only a result of low funding, it’s a result of racism. many public schools did not fully integrate until the 1980s; while segregation was illegal by this point, many people of color (especially black people) were confined to their neighborhood schools. additionally, the racist housing market disallowed black people from moving into certain neighborhoods (where mostly white people lived), meaning many could not move into a better area.

as a result, poor black schools stayed poor and black, and wealthy white schools stayed wealthy and white.

there is a history to our public school system. it is a history of anti-blackness, racism, classism, and disenfranchisement. we can do better, but defunding public schools is not the answer. further disenfranchising poor people, black people, and people of color will only serve to further advance upper class (white) students while everyone else falls behind. sending these low income students to a charter school will not magically improve their performance. if we want to improve student performance, we must first work on improving our public schools and creating an education system that benefits every student.

HEADCANON MASTERLIST [Updated: April 24/17]



















ESC SF1 songs if given Friends episode-style titles
  • (These are very much tongue-in-cheek, so please don't be offended! I like a fair few of these songs, but said something sarcastic about them anyhow.)
  • Albania: The one where they almost don't ruin a song in a revamp. Almost.
  • Armenia: The one where a Caucasian sensation goes East Asian.
  • Australia: The one with the awkward guests who sent a kid making puppy dog eyes in case you wanted to banish them.
  • Azerbaijan: The one where they finally send something edgy.
  • Belgium: The one with a school-aged student and a song that's too cool for school.
  • Cyprus: The one where they think the massive force that stops you from flying free and that can even kill you in space is a perfect metaphor for love.
  • Finland: The one where they associate bittersweet memories of love to the wretched cawing of nature's least musical bird.
  • Georgia: The one that sees Russia and Ukraine politicising the contest and thinks "three can play at that game."
  • Greece: The one with lyrics written in 3 minutes on the back of a Weetabix packet.
  • Iceland: The one whose deep lyrics will be drowned out by puns about rocks and scissors.
  • Latvia: The one where the early-90s rave never went out of fashion.
  • Moldova: The one where they make the most of being a meme.
  • Montenegro: The one with the most double entendres since Scooch's UK entry.
  • Poland: The one written with a kid's rhyming dictionary.
  • Portugal: The one that I can't ironise because it's so timeless and moving that it brings tears to my eyes.
  • Slovenia: The one that sounds like what beige looks like.
  • Sweden: The one that sounds like a sex addict's anthem and looks like an advert for men's businesswear.
  • And the 3 Big 6 voting in this semi:
  • Italy: The one with the most philosophical lyrics which will, nonetheless, be interpreted as a novelty song.
  • Spain: The one that not even Spain wanted to subject Europe to.
  • UK: The one that brings fast and effective relief for insomnia.

Nagisa’s Graduation Album Mini-Chapter: Succession Compilation

Here’s an English translation of Nagisa’s chapter from the Ansatsu Kyoushitsu: Graduation Album!

Page 1

Mohawk Guy: Your lessons at teaching practice have a great reputation, so I made some secret preparations to send you to Paradise High School.
Nagisa: ……
Long haired student: Our dream?
Long haired student: A world without teachers!
Nagisa: I won’t let go
Nagisa: Because my teacher would have done the same!

Page 2

Random student 1: It’s  really Haruna Mase!
Random student 2: Super-cute!
Random student 3: Awesome! This is the first time I’ve seen an actress in person!  
Kayano: I…I thought we’d be able to meet, just the two of us!!
Random student 4: Don’t mess with me, we’re all high schoolers!! There’s no reason that there’d be guys here that couldn’t survive the law of the jungle!!
Random student 5: Ah, what? Nagisa, you’re already getting out?
Nagisa: You guys mentioned… a rumor about twenty-eight heroes who saved the Earth.
Nagisa: That’s absolute nonsense.
Nagisa: Those who were there weren’t heroes. No matter where they are, they are killers.

…It kind of sounds like Nagisa is planning to murder those guys in the background. Haruna Mase is Kayano’s stage name in case the name doesn’t sound familiar to you.

There’s a lot of random characters in this. I hope this isn’t too confusing to read in spite of all the lines from “Random student X”. I have to admit that the rough way a few students talked were hard for me to understand. Some of them have a thick gangster accent, along with a lot of slang that isn’t in most dictionaries…

Hopefully this is all correct, but there might be a few little mistakes ^.^


You can also find the translations for:

Karma’s chapter

Karasuma’s and Irina’s chapter

Chiba’s and Hayami’s chapter

Asano’s chapter

Will Solace Australian AU

-He doesn’t love the heat. He’s just use to hotter climates than what the camp gets to “it’s not that bad?? I remember one time my friend cooked an egg on the road it was so hot??? This is nothing”

-Will loves the beaches from home and goes to the beach at camp when ever he can because it reminds him of home and of simpler times.

-“yeah nah” “nah yeah”

-He doesn’t really say ‘mate’ unless he’s mad and yelling at someone but he does occasionally use it to describe friends as well.

-He deliberately says stereotypically Australian words to confuse people and or to make fun of stereotypes “nah yeah just give us a second to throw me tracks dacks and thongs on before we head to maccas will yah” “yeah I’m a bit peckish, I’ll probably just grab a sanga before I head off”

-1300655506 ffs (why is this a thing for gods sake. I’ve been brainwashed to remember this I swear)

-Will always making himself fairy bread on his birthday because that’s what his mum use to do back when they didn’t have too much money, making and eating it always brings him good childhood memories.

-Will sitting with Nico on the beach leaning in to kiss Nico before whispering “ "kiss me ketut” and making himself double over in laughter at Nico’s very confused expression.

- Having to try not to finish his sentences in “aye”.

-Will always saying “fizzy” or “soft drink” rather than pop or soda

-Will never being scared of bugs and spiders in camp because the cheeky shits are bigger and scarier in Australia (also because his mum was a complete wimp and made Will get rid of bugs for her), the Athena cabin normally make him get rid of and spiders or bugs in their cabin but he doesn’t really mind.

-He would most defiantly have said this at one point in his life “I bring a whole new meaning to golden gay time” *flips hair*

-Will makes jokes about why he moved to America but never really answers
“The bastards didn’t ship my merch to Australia, obviously that was not acceptable” “my pet kangaroo Joey took me on an adventure to America, I never left”

-In reality Wills mum and him moved for two reasons: to further her music career and because his step dad died. Their family home had too many memories for Naomi to bare so she packed them both up and moved to the only other place they had family.

-They both move to a tiny house in the country so it would feel a little more like home rather than in a big city

-He has regular disagreements with Athena kids who get annoyed at him for spelling things like “colour” and “mum” differently.

-Will always gets super excited about Christmas in America because in Australia it would always be so hot and humid, white Christmases were always beautiful to him.

-Let’s be real Will totally ignores Americas drinking age law all together “do I look like I give any shits? I’m 18, a legal adult in my home country. I know the affects of alcohol and what amount I should drink. I’ve put up with a lot of crap over these past 18 years. If I want to have a beer I’ll bloody well have a damn beer”

-thongs… I’m sure he made a lot of people either blush or laugh by calling his “flip flops” the Australian term “thongs”.

-Will tries his hardest to be nice but sometimes he slips up and forgets that people think he’s being rude when he says Australian terms of endearment. “Oh yeah, Greg is a right old dick head” “well I mean, I thought he was pretty cool actually…” “No no i mean-”

-“oh please that mintour is nothing compared to the spiders back home. Have you seen those things? They could eat a horse if they tried hard enough”

-Will always being asked weird questions about Australia “no I don’t own a boomerang…why would I own a bloody boomerang? Wtf?” “No? I mean I’ve seen a few kangaroos and maybe like one koala? It’s not like they run around our streets??”

-Will defending vegemite to the death because it tastes good “no no! They hate it cause they’re eating it wrong! Put it on toast omfg stop, guys stop its great if you eat it right!”

-Will sometimes just randomly humming theme songs from back when he was little like 'Blinky Bill’ and 'Around the twist’. Most of the time he does it while he’s organising things in the clinic storeroom

-Will telling Nico all about Australia and them both sharing stories about their old homes, Nico shares what he can remember about his home and Will shares all the good times from his childhood.

I just really like the idea of Will genuinely loving America and all of the people but always missing the small differences of home.
I want a Will Solace that remembers late nights camping on empty beaches, and bright sunny days with surfing and cpr lessons. A Will that loves the smell of salt water on sunny afternoons and eucalyptus oil wiped over clean benches, a young Will that would look up at the sun on ridiculously hot days and silently beg his dad to make it hot enough for the teachers to send him and all the other students home from school early because of the heat. I want a Will who grew up with so many cultures and so many different types of people good and bad with a wide knowledge of people and situations. I want a Will who makes jokes about himself and his home country never being afraid to joke around with people and a Will who misses his old friends and the old traditions that are not at all like what people do in America. I just really want a smart ass Australian Will Solace who is proud of his roots and who always wants to have a laugh with people no matter who they are or where they are from. I just really like Australian Will.

anonymous asked:

Trans!Baz prompt

Snow has never exactly been big on keeping my secrets. He tends to start screaming at the top of his lungs every time he finds something he can use against me. When he first suspected I was a vampire, Bunce was the only thing stopping him from sending out a notice to every student in the school. When he first caught me down in the Catacombs he tried to put a GPS on me so he could prove that I’m an evil bloodsucking demon. I’m sure that if he ever finds out I’m gay he’ll paint a fucking rainbow flag on my back just to make sure everyone knows.

The point is Snow doesn’t seem to care about me or my privacy. Which is why I’m not exactly surprised right now, as Snow stands in the threshold with the door thrown open, staring at me with ace bandages partially wrapped around my chest, the rest of the roll bunched up in my hand, frozen.


Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fucking fuck.

The surprising part though, is that he isn’t saying anything. He isn’t yelling for the rest of Mummers to charge up the stairs and come see the evidence of yet another secret I’ve been hiding all this time. He isn’t screaming at me or attacking me or anything. He’s just standing there, looking mildly uncomfortable.

Finally he raises a hand to his head and pulls his fingers through his (somehow even messier than usual) hair.

“You know you’re doing that wrong,” he says, somehow managing to look embarrassed as he looks at me, halfway through binding my chest.

I haven’t moved at all in about 60 seconds but that throws me.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Snow?”

He looks down at his feet and shrugs.

“No, I’m not, using ace bandages for an extended period of time could really damage your ribs and chest. You should get an actual binder.”

Usually he’s the one who doesn’t know what to say around me. He’s the one who splutters and blubbers and can’t seem to get the words out. And now here I am, watching him investigate the toe of one of his shoes while I try to process what has just happened.

“Is that all you have to say?” I finally ask.

“Yeah, I mean, I’m sorry for coming back to the room so unexpectedly. I guess you thought I’d be in class. But… yeah that’s it.” He finally looks up at me, and seems genuinely apologetic. “You could order one online.”

“One what?” This is the weirdest interaction of my life.

“A binder. You can get them online,” he says.

I frown at him. “Thanks? I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Okay,” he says, grabbing a book from his desk and turning to leave. “I’ll just, umm, see you later then.”

And then he’s gone. With no transphobic remarks, no death threats, nothing.
Maybe Simon isn’t the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.


Thank you for the prompt!

Alternate Dimension: Honey

Hey there! I think I am not the only who wished to have a Peter Pan in their life, right? So, I decided to somewhat bring Neverland to the real world. Provide an alternate dimension to Peter Pan. Oh how I wish it was real….

Anywaaays… Enjoy!

School. Teachers would call it a place of knowledge, where its students would come to learn new things.

Well, that’s their point of view being an educator.

For you (and most of the other students), it’s way more than that. It’s the only place where teens like you could find power above others. Sounds like Neverland, really. Most of the times, it was achieved through fear. Kindness do exist, but that would be rare in this millennial; in this school at least. Everyone just want to be on top. Fame, popularity, who wouldn’t want that?

As far as you know it, you were an exception to that. Initially, of course you were tempted to gain that fame, to be known among the students. But after a month into your 10th grade, you decided popularity isn’t for you.

Back seats were meant for you. You wouldn’t speak up or volunteer yourself. All you wanted was to graduate from this school with a well-enough grade and no trouble along the way. One could say, being invisible is your niche. But then again, being very close friends with a famous guy was not helping you at all.

“Hey, y/n.” A gruffed voice greeted you as you pulled out those heavy books from your bag and placed it in your locker. Without looking up, you knew extremely well who that would be, your best friend.

“Hi, Felix.” You replied with a slightly upbeat voice.

You zipped up your bag and slammed the locker door. Typical problematic locker. You turned to Felix who was leaning his body against the locker beside.

“Any plans for tonight?” Felix asked.

You took a pause before deciding on your answer to his question, giving yourself some time to deliberate on whether you should go or not. Most of the time, you would just wish to stay at home and relax on that comfy couch. But then again, it has been too long since you spent time with Felix. Especially with him busy training for the school’s basketball team.


“Pan’s having a party at his house. He asked me to invite you along.”

“Felix…” Before you could turn down his offer, he interrupted.

“Come on! It’s been so long since we got to hang out.”

“Of course, with your training getting in the way and you being such buddies with Pan…” It might have sounded as if you were jealous but you were actually not. You knew very well that no matter who else Felix was being good friends with, your close bond with Felix could never be broken. You could always count on him if you ever need a listening ear. That was one thing you have always admired about Felix.

Silence filled the air between you as you thought hard of your decision.

“Come on, honey.” That’s Felix’s nickname for you.

“Alright, fine! I’ll go. But you must promise me not to leave me alone. The moment you do that, I’ll find my own ride home.”

“Yayy!” He jumped for joy, like a kid that was just given a candy. “We wouldn’t want that… If anything ever happened to you, Dad would kill me for sure.”

You raised your eyebrows as you gave him that ‘you-know-it’ look.

“Alright! I’ll pick you up at 7. Don’t be late!” His voice fades away as he ran for the exit.

As soon as he disapperard from your sight, you had a monologue with yourself.

Why would Pan invite me? He doesn’t even know me. I am a nobody.

Nahh… Maybe he is just inviting the whole school.

After you made a self-conclusion, you shrugged and head home.


A whistling sound was heard from your phone, indicating that a message had just came in. You opened it to find one from Felix.

Reaching in 5. -F

You tossed your phone on your bed as you reached for your denim jacket in your wardrobe. After a good long look in the mirror, and a little bit of touching up, you tied up the shoelace on your sneakers and head down to the living room to find Felix talking to your dad. Your footsteps down the stairs interrupted their conversation as their head turned to you. “Oh, there you are, y/n.”

“Hey, Dad… I’ll be home late.”

“Alright, just make sure not too late. Don’t forget your keys.” He placed your home keys in your hand before he turned to Felix. “And, Felix. Y/n is your responsibility for the next few hours. Make sure you take good care of her, alright? And make sure she comes back safe and sound.”

Felix smiled before replying, “Don’t worry, Dad. I will.”

Felix calling your father as his own was not something unusual. You were so exceptionally close to Felix that you and your family treated him like their own. And his family have always treated you like you are a part of them. In fact, with one glance, most would think you and Felix were siblings just by looking at how close your bond was. You felt lucky to have such a good friend who have stuck by you all these years.

“Ready to go?” Felix directed the question to you.

“Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad!” You said as you gave a kiss on your parents’ cheeks before heading out.

Before you could open the door to a silver grey car that was parked at your driveway, Felix stopped you and opened the door to the passanger seat, like a gentleman would do for his lady. What’s got into him?

As you placed a foot inside, you realised Felix’s gaze has never left you ever since the both of you stepped out of the house. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Nothing. It’s just… you look different than usual.”

“What’s different? It’s just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.”

“Even so… still much better than your oversized tees.”

You shook your head at his ridiculous explanation and took your place at the passenger seat. Felix closed the door beside you and ran around the car to his driver’s seat. He turned the keys and the engines started to roar. Watching him fastening his seat belt, you followed suit.

Pan’s house was not too far from yours. Just a 20-min drive would suffice. Despite the short travelling time, you decided to ask Felix of the long-awaited question that has been running in your mind since that afternoon.

“Why did Pan asked you to invite me personally? Can’t he just invite me himself like the rest of the school?” Your voice breaks the silence in the car as you looked at him. His eyes stayed glued on the road.

It took Felix a while before he could answer. “I don’t know… Maybe he just wanted to know who my best friends are?”

“We were in the same class since second grade! How could he not know me at the very least, even if he doesn’t know that you are my best friend?” Before you could stop yourself, you realised that you have risen your voice slightly.

“Wowww giiirl… Relax.”

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.”

“Hahah! Nothin to worry about, honey. But you did told me you had a crush on him since fifth grade. So just take this chance to get to know him better, aite?”

Your eyes widened at his latest statement. “Heyyyy… No one else is supposed to know about that. I was so naive back then… Anyway… his famous now. Good looks. Charming. A little bit of that bad boy attitude. Most of the girls in school are all eyeing to be his girlfriend.” In your mind, you started to question how did you even started to have any feelings for him.

“You included?”

“Nope. Compete with those cheerleaders? Forget it. Just let me step back and enjoy the rest of my senior years being invisible.”

“Honey, you are my best friend. You can’t be invisible.”

“Yeah… I figured that. They have been calling me ‘Felix’s friend’ and made me help them get a date with you.”

“Sorry about that, honey.” He said as he let out a chuckle.

You smiled as you turned to look out to the road. With the windows downs and the winds blowing through your hair, you placed your hands on the ledge and rested your chin on it for the rest of the journey.

“We’re here!” Felix exclaimed as he parked his car two blocks away from Pan’s house.

From a distance, you could see exceptionally bright lights shining from a huge house. That’s one big party that Pan has thrown to welcome the weekends.

Loud music hit your eardrums as you got closer to his abode. With a brush of your hand, you quickly re-do your hair. It must have been very messy after that session of hair-blowing in the car.

“Let’s go in.”

With you being an introvert and not used to such a huge crowd, a sense of insecurity started to fill you. You wrapped your hands around Felix’s arms and followed behind him as he shoved through the crowded living room.

After all that pushing and shoving, you found yourself standing by the outdoor pool. You did a quick turn to admire the architectural beauty of his home. Despite knowing him since young, you had never step foot inside his home. He is SO rich! That must be an added reason he was so famous in school. You made a quick note to yourself that with all this wealth, all the more reason you should stay away from him. Don’t want any cat fights with the girls in the school.

Your eyes stopped at a shelter nearby where a familiar stature was leaning on the countertop with a drink in his hand. Straightaway, you recognised him to be the owner of this home, or at least the son to its owners.

Felix started to make a move towads Pan. Butterflies started to fly around in your stomach. Even though those feelings that you had for him was years ago, meeting with the most well-known student in school still send chills down your spine.

You pulled Felix back and shook your head, telling him that you don’t want to go over to the famous Peter Pan.

“Come on. Don’t be shy.” Felix winked. Since he is much stronger than you, pulling him back wouldn’t stop him. In the end, you obliged but got yourself getting closer to him and hugging his arms even tighter.

“Hey, Pan!” Felix called out and waved his hands from a distance. Nearer to him, he shook his hands and they hit each other with their shoulder, greeting each other with the common bro hug. Felix did the same to the other three boys that were standing with Pan.

Never did you realise that your hands were still wrapped around Felix’s arms.

“Oh. Hi, y/n.” Pan smiled as his eyes landed on you.

Still feeling that wings flapping around in your stomach, you presented a sweet smile to him.

“Sorry. She’s a little shy.” You pulled Felix’s sleeves, embarrased by his words.

“Don’t worry, y/n. I don’t bite.”

“Honey, why don’t you wait here for a while while I go get us some drinks?”

Before you could stop him, he ran into the house back to the living room, where you saw the food and drinks earlier while you were finding your way around the house. You felt like hopping on a ride home but you were standing with Pan. How could one ever walk out of the famous Peter Pan?

“See ya later, Pan.” Said the three boys who started to walk away. Now, left the two of you alone to converse. Those wings weren’t much of a help for you.

“So… y/n. How are you?” Pan started the conversation.

“Oh. Urmm… Fine. Absolutely fine.

Seriously, y/n? No other words than ‘absolutely’? You scolded yourself in your heart.

“That’s good.”

“Urmm… How about you?” You returned him with the same question, recalled of the 101 tips that was taught in social etiquette class.

“I’m good too, actually. Never been better.” He said as he raised his both hands, showing his physical attributes to you. No matter how much you tried, you could not stop thinking of how good he looks right now, despite him just wearing a t-shirt that says “Party Rocks” along with a pair of jeans and a jacket to protect him from the cold wind.

“Anywaay… what’s with Felix calling you 'Honey’?”

“That was just nothing. It’s just a nickname he had for me since we were kids.”

“Oh. I thought you are his girlfriend, looking at how close you guys were. Though, it was quite weird that he would tell me of all the girlfriends he had but never really talked about you being his lover. Thought he had finally got over that Stacy girl.”

You laughed at Pan’s words, ridiculing at his statement. You could not believe the assumption he made about you and Felix. “Felix and I are just best friends. Really good friends. Don’t think loving each other as a couple was ever in our dictionary.”

“Oh… that’s great.” You could see Pan smiling. But his expression made your smile fade away, feeling that he has a hidden agenda.

“Why would it be great?”

“Oh, nothing.”

The next moment, you realised he was getting too close to you as he placed his mouth near to your ears. Feeling his breath against your skin, he whispered, “You look cute, by the way. Can I call you Honey too?”

Taken by surprise, you took a step back. Your wide eyes gazed into his deep olive-green eyes as you wondered what he meant by that.

Before you could reply him, Felix walked towards you with two drinks in his hand. Still in shock, you slowly grabbed the cup from Felix’s hand that was handed out to you while your mind was still wrapped around Pan’s words.

“I’ll take that as a yes then.” Said Pan as he winked at you.

“What are you guys talking about?” Felix wondered as he took a sip from his cup.

“Nothing!” Your sudden risen voice took Felix by surprise.

“Relax girl. I was just asking.”

You gave him the sincerest smile that you could possibly do, trying to tell him that your conversation with Pan earlier was nothing much of importance for him to care about.

As Felix and Pan started to converse with one another, you faithfully stood beside Felix and followed them wherever they goes. When they decided to take a seat at the chair that was placed slightly further from the crowd, you followed suit.

Despite being side by side with them, you could not hear much of their conversation. Or mainly, you could not understand what they were talking about. Boys.

For the first few times, you tried to follow along their conversation, asking them questions along the way. After a few failed attempts, you decided to just switch off your hearing and just stared into the night sky, something that you usually do when you were feeling down or bored.

Occasionally, you took a sip of your drink and looked at your watch every now and then, secretly hoping that this night, which seemed unbelievably longer than usual, would end real soon.

An hour in, Felix received a call and stepped slightly further away, leaving the two of you together once again. Not wanting to go through that awkward feeling again, you took out your phone from your pocket and scrolled through your social media; from instagram, to twitter, to facebook, and back again till Felix came back.

Felix’s change of expression clearly shows that something bad has happened.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him.

“Stacy… she’s got into some trouble.” He took a pause before he said his real worry. “But how are you getting home? I promised Dad.”

In silence, your heart leaped for joy. Finally, you are going home! Though, you did feel bad for Felix. Stacy might be pretty but her attitude doesn’t speak the same.

“Don’t worry about me. I can find my ride home. I can just call Dad to pick me up or take a cab homep.”

“What are you talking about? I can drive you home.” Pan’s voice made the both of you turned to look at him in shock.

“You sure about that, Pan?”

“Yeah, why not? It’s just not too far, right?”

“But Pan… it’s fine. I can just call a cab home.” You tried to persuade them but it seemed like it just fall into deaf ears.

“Thanks Pan! I owe you big time!” Felix’s voice starts to fade as he sprint for his car.

“But Felix!” You shouted for him.

“Don’t worry, honey! I will text Dad about this!” You could barely his last words before his car zooms off into the middle of the road.

With Felix gone from sight, you turned to Pan with a disheartened look. “Honestly, Pan… you don’t have to. I can just call a cab home. Or even get an uber.”

“What?! Uber? Do you know how dangerous it is for a girl like you taking a stranger’s car? What if something happened to you? How am I going to answer Felix, or your parents for that matter?”

“But Pan, you are the host of the party. You should be here the whole time.”

“Nahhh… who cares. I will just be gone for a short while. They wouldn’t even realise that I went out. Anyway, my caretaker can help to ensure things don’t get out hand.”

“If I keep on protesting, it just won’t do any good, right?” Pan gave you a cheeky smile. “Alright… fine… Sorry for the trouble.”

“No worries about it! I consider it as an honour. Come, let me take you to my car.” He said as he held out his hand for you. Reluctantly, you placed your hand on his.

Pan pulled you along and you followed his every footsteps. After all the bulldozing through the crowd, you found yourself standing in the car garage that was located in the basement of his mansion. You stared at every corner and judging by the size of it, you estimated that it could fit at least four cars inside.

“Don’t just stand there, honey. Get in.” He opened the door to the passenger’s seat for you to get in.

You turned to see him standing by a black Audi. It was only then that you realised you were drooling over the luxurious decor (metaphorically, of course). Not to mention the expensive cars that was kept securely in this garage.

“He is filthy rich.” You whispered to yourself, just loud enough for your own hearing.

“What’s that?”

“Oh, nothing.” You quickly walked up to him and went into the car to avoid any follow-up questions.

Before you could fasten your seatbelt, Pan went over to you from his driver’s seat and pulled down the seatbelt. With his face just inches away from yours, you felt as if your breath was taken away from you. You gazed deep into his green eyes. Your heart started to beat faster than it ever was, as if you had just completed a marathon. His warm breath hit your face and you felt as if time had stopped for a moment.

Starting to feel that giant butterfly coming back in your stomach, you let out a cough, bringing Pan back to reality. Realising that he had been staring at you for too long, he quickly buckled up your seatbelt and went back to his seat. He turned the engine on. With the roaring sound filling the garage, he stepped on the pedal and drives the car out of the driveway to the main road.

While he was driving, you took a quick look from the corner of your eyes. You noticed that he was not the boy you used to had a crush on back in the past. He has grown so much, like you, only more handsome and charming. No wonder girls in your school were queuing up to be his girlfriend, hoping to be his true love.

Soon after, his car stopped in front of your house. He quickly ran out of his driver’s seat and opened the door for you. No matter how much you wanted to deny it, you were slightly moved by his actions.

“Thanks for the ride home.” You said as you stepped out of the car. Your first words to Pan ever since you got into the car.

“No worries about it. As long as I can get you home safe, nothing is too much of a trouble for me.”

As you started to make a beeline towards your house, a question popped into your head. You turned back to face him. “How did you know where my house is?”

Honey, I’ve known you since second grade. We used to take the same bus to school, remember?”

You were taken aback by his reply. “But that was ages ago. I can’t believe you still remember that.”

“I remember all the things about cool people. I think you’re cool.”

You smiled sheepishly at Pan.

Before you walked away, you gave him a kiss on the cheeks and said “Thanks”, leaving Pan with a wide smile on his face.

Felt satisfied, you skipped happily back into the house, like a little girl who was just given a new doll to add to her tea party. It was only then did your realise that you had never so high before.

With a heart over the moon, you walked into your home with a huge smile. Your smile got wider as you heard his car drive off from your home.

Pan… why did you make me feel this way about you all over again?

Secretly wishing for it to happen to us?

Originally posted by amendlessknot

anonymous asked:

Never trust a male high school teacher who in recess breaks takes pictures of his dick to send over snapchat to a high school student of a different school who tells him not to but he justifies it because she's newly 18 so it's "legal" ...Actually let's never trust a male teacher anyway, just to be on the safe side


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I’m still puzzled by those on the Left who don’t understand the rise in White Nationalism.

What exactly did they expect when they were cheering on “demographic destiny”?  When their ideology required them to excuse terror attacks and look away from mass sex crimes?  When the rurals were thrown under the bus in favor of corporations and globalization?  When governing in the national interests went from an unspoken assumption to ‘chauvinism’?  When the woman accompanying Charles Murray went to the hospital after the no-platforming to check on her injuries?  When a foreign ideology hostile to LGBTs was excused from all criticism because of the race of who practiced it?

Will it be any mystery if Asians leave the coalition over getting smacked by Affirmative Action?  Will it be any mystery if Blacks leave the coalition because tighter immigration restrictions make it easier for them to get jobs, and school vouchers make it possible to send their children to schools with problem students filtered out?  Will it be any mystery if those who immigrated legally leave the coalition because it undermines what they managed to do?  If centrists leave because of the support for open borders?

There is one movement that will never make white men its enemy and will never attempt to replace them.  And they’re flowing towards it and its potential for ultraviolence, while it’s being cheered on by people who should know better.

The potential for damage, including to people who had no part in this, is catastrophic.  How can they be demobilized by people that have nothing to offer them?  Who are themselves hypocritical sexists and racists?  Who excuse the same actions they condemn them for?

I liked pretending the cracks in Liberalism didn’t exist, but, collectively, that might have allowed the situation to get this far.

Above is a petition in regards to a former teacher at my old high school. He was suspended due to a student who made a fake account on Grindr. The teacher entrusted into the student who was posing on Grindr as a “35 year old male”. The student used this fake profile to get the teacher to send him sensual photos of himself. The student using the fake account then sends the photos all over the school to other people and now has ruined this teachers entire career. While the student only has three days of out of school suspension (What a joke).He was such a generous, well respected and kind human who did not deserve this in the slightest way. Please sign the petition in support.