this will literally be me on the last day of school

Story Time: Attack of the Pepes

So about sometime last school year, I drew a pepe in the class

and this kid from another period liked to draw over it and as each day passed, he kept drawing on it and i kept trying to draw it back to how it was, but then it sort of progressed to where we would sent messages to each other

I didnt document the first ones

He asked for an army AND OH BOY DID I BRING HIM ONE

The teacher had let me print a bunch of pepes and we built our “army”

Then I put them literally everywhere in the classroom (including the books bc the teacher let us know what page they were going to work on)

The main focus was the table where the guy sat in. We spent all period attaching pepes on doors, windows, walls, stools, tables books, everything

This kid had the class for first period while i had it for sixth so the teacher told me he was going to tell me the reaction at the end of the day. HOWEVER, I got the reaction sooner than I thought because as i was passing to second period I saw this

THIS KID HAD THROWN PRACTICALLY ALL MY PEPES TO THE FLOOR FROM THE THIRD FLOOR

We later on met and honestly, this whole thing will be the highlight of my life and I hope to be remembered for this.

Let me tell you about my town...

Because honestly it’s a pretty freaky place. I mean, we are legitimate Night Vale/Gravity Falls level freaky. Here are just a few things about our town you all should know that gives it these qualities:

-It is currently the middle of summer and 40 degrees Fahrenheit and dropping
- There are frequent ghost sightings throughout the town
- A few poltergeist
- Our state office literally has a place to register to be a vampire
- Honestly no one even notices when freaky paranormal things happen
- If you go to the darkest parts of the town there are people who summon demons for you. Like drug dealers but with demons
- Last school year the field by the school caught fire and burned up the entire field unnaturally. What makes it unnatural? Well, according to documents by the police and fire department, and since I saw this the next day at school, the fire was already out by the time they had got there and the fire had actually stopped abruptly in a line. Almost like it hit a wall but there was nothing there.
- There is a haunted Bell tower where some guy fell to his death and his corpse got sealed in the walls.
- We have a house out here where if you open all the doors and one person stands at the front door and another at the back, and one of them shot the other it would just immediately hit the other person
- There’s a Ghost train that goes by my house every once in a while. The ghosts are dressed on 1920s fashion. They’re quite nice.
- The last time I saw a deer come through it ate a squirrel
- The coyotes can climb fences. Not like how a dog would climb a fence though. More human like.
- There’s a pizza parlor run by the mafia. And two of the sons just “left” permanently.
- Back when I was a baby, apparently the town had a curfew since there was a large dark “something” roaming around. I asked my mom a few years ago what happened to it. She said that it just disappeared one night.
- And finally, at night, when the stars come out, they always are brighter than other places. Even out in the country, they are not as bright.

So yeah.

For some reason I am really attached to the idea of Adrien making bad first impressions on people because of the association with Chloe? And then blowing them out of the water just by being his cinnamon roll self. So this idea jumped out at me as inspired by the scene in Origins where Adrien literally flings himself off his climbing wall like an idiot who has definitely done that before and will do it again.

Like imagine early on, maybe the second day of school before everyone has figured out what a sweetheart he is, they have gym class, and no one knew they had to explain to Adrien about wearing gym clothes so he’s wearing jeans and impractical footwear. And of course, he appologizes profusely to the teacher, saying he didn’t know there was gym today and didn’t bring anything to change into, completely unaware that Chloe uses this excuse all the time. So the class is collectively rolling their eyes, and the gym teacher is aggravated, because the last thing he needs is another rich brat thinking the rules don’t apply to them, so he decides to make an example.

He says today’s lesson is very important and so he’ll have to make due barefoot, and that he can even come up first and help show the rest of the class what they’re doing today. And Nino and Marinette, plus some of the more kindhearted students are all wincing on his behalf, while everyone else feels pretty vindictive about getting to watch Chloe’s friend embarrass himself.

Of course Adrien is an oblivious sweetheart and is just completely thrilled that not only does he not have to sit out his first ever gym class for being unprepared, he gets to go first! And so of course he beams and agrees enthusiastically, to which most people present become suspicious over what he has planned, while Nino and Marinette bemoan that their new friend is too good for this world.

As luck, and Narrative convenience, would have it, the first activity for that day is the Climbing Wall. (Their school is fucking fancy they would definitely have one) Everyone fears and loathes the Climbing Wall, because it’s difficult and terrifying, and there are no harnesses, just thick mats to break your fall. No one’s ever actually been injured on it, but there are plenty enough urban legends going around the school to convince the general student body that it’s a deathtrap.

There are collective looks of sympathy, because not even one of Chloe’s lackeys deserves the Climbing Wall (so dreaded that its name is always capitalized) on their first day in gym.

Adrien is understandably completely thrilled because he has one just like it at home and he is gonna rock this. Pun definitely intended.

The gym teacher explains the rules (start behind the red line, run when the whistle blows, go as fast as you can, timer stops after you’ve hit the roof and made it back down to the ground) Adrien is practically vibrating with excitement, Marinette thinks she’s about to die of second hand embarrassment, Nino is biting his nails, Chloe is trying to hide a smirk and no one knows why (she’s been to Adrien’s house, after all), and everyone else is sitting back, ready to watch Adrien fall all over himself.

The gym teacher blows his whistle and Adrien is off like a fucking shot, sprinting to the wall and then making his way up it just as quickly. His class is half certain that he is somehow part monkey, and Marinette and Nino have just enough time to share a relieved look before he taps the ceiling and then launches himself into open air.

Several people shriek in horror, but Adrien rolls expertly when he hits the mats, and comes up grinning, only a little out of breath, and asks what his time was.

There is a moment of silence before the gym teacher let’s out a terrified and furious screech of “AGRESTE!”

Adrien turns red with shame and guilt, and because he is a cinnamon roll to his core, completely misinterprets what he did wrong.

“Sorry! Is that not allowed? I should have thought- sorry.” He rubs the back of his head sheepishly “I can go back up and climb down again properly, if you want sorry.”

At this point he is under the inspection of the baffled stares of everyone in the room and the gym teacher is put in the position to explain that no, the problem wasn’t that that was cheating, it’s that you flung yourself into the air with no regard for life and limb and gave everyone a collective heart attack, and you are never going up on that thing again for all our sakes.

Which prompts Adrien to be like “Oh! But there were mats, I thought that’s what they were there for, plus they’re a much better target than my couch back home and I’ve only missed that twice.”

“You’ve done this before? With a couch? WHY?”

“Because the floor was lava. Uh, Sir.”

And that is how the entire class found out that Adrien Agreste is a precious sunbeam with no regard for his own safety who must be protected at all costs.

Sleepover

“i was hoping you could write something where like, you have a bestfriend for a long time and you always insult eachother and joke around A LOT until you let him spend the night and you both start complimenting eachother and get all flustered and he ends up awkwardly trying to kiss you and etc. ( the more blushing and awkwardness, the better )”

This person messaged me to give extra details, which you can totally do because it’s easier for me to write! I combined it with this request cause I thought they fit well together:

“Could u make one when ur walking out of school to go home + u literally bump into him + he decides to walk u since ur houses r in the same direction + when u get to ur house u invite him in + watch a movie, cuddle, kiss and cute fluffy stuff happen😊”

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You watch the clock on the wall, counting down the seconds until the bell rings. It’s the last period of the day on Friday, and right now the second hand is the only thing standing in between you and the sweet freedom of the weekend. 5…4…3…2…1… the bell goes off at last and you jump up and exit the classroom before the teacher can assign last minute homework.

Once you have all your things and you’ve waved goodbye to your friends, you push open the front doors of the school and step out, breathing in the crisp air with a smile. Ahhh, Fridays. Like the tasty dessert after an unpleasant meal. You adjust your backpack straps and start walking home, thinking about what you’ll do with your weekend.

The sidewalk makes a right angle and you cut the corner a bit, walking across the grass. As your feet hit concrete again, something slams into you and you fall over.

“What the-” you look up, trying to identify your attacker. An outstretched hand descends from the sky, and behind it, there is a concerned face saying “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” It’s your best friend and crush, (c/n).

You grab his hand and let him pull you up, brushing the dirt off your butt. “Thanks for that,” you say sarcastically.

“Sorry!” he says one more time, hands held up defensively. “But I must say, it’s your fault for walking right in front of me like that. I don’t have the best reflexes when I’m on a moving bike,” he adds, reaching down to pick up the fallen bike in question.

You laugh. “My bad, you’re probably right. Bike is okay?”

He pats the bike and nods. “Better question is, are you?”

“Yeah I think I’m good,” you reply, pretending to check for broken ribs. “Bones are all intact.” You flash him a smile and start walking forward again.

“Fantastic,” he says, walking his bike beside you. “Heading home?”

“Yes, I’m very excited to veg out in front of the TV for several hours.”

“Same,” he agrees. “Why don’t I walk you home, to make sure you don’t get yourself into any more accidents?”

“See, the problem with that logic is you’re the reason I fell over in the first place,” you point out. Plus your house is on the way to his anyway, but you decide not to mention that.

(C/n) thinks about this for a second. “I guess you could say you…fell for me?” He grins charmingly.

You clap a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing. “Wow, we really need to work on your pickup lines,” you tease. Of course, you secretly think it’s cute as hell, and you have no problem with being on the receiving end of said cheesy pickup lines. That won’t stop you from giving him a hard time, though.

“Are you suggesting you’re better at this than I am?” He arches an eyebrow in a silent challenge.

“Definitely,” you say confidently.

“Alright then, impress me with your flirting skills.”

“Okay, get ready for this cause you’re gonna be blown away.” You smile and flip your hair for extra effect. “Are you a fire alarm? Cause you’re loud and annoying,” you finish, smirking at his expression as he processes what you said.

“That was not a pickup line!” he protests.

“Well, it was true!” you tease.

He shakes his head disapprovingly. “This is why you’re still single.”

“Hey!” You punch him in the arm. “Like you’re any less single than I am.”

“Fair enough,” he concedes.

“And I think I should warn you that you can’t get girls by running them over,” you advise sagely. “Generally not considered very romantic.”

“Really, cause that’s what I’d call making the first move!” he jokes.

You sigh. “Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.”

You arrive in front of your house, but hesitate before walking up to the door. You don’t want to stop talking to (c/n). “Hey, (c/n), uhh…you wanna come in for a bit?” You bite your lip nervously.

(C/n) grins. “Okay, sure.”

He parks his bike against the side of your house and then follows you through the front door.

“Are you hungry?” you ask him as he looks around the house, taking everything in. He nods absentmindedly. You search through the kitchen for something worth feeding (c/n). After a minute or so you emerge from the pantry with a bag of microwaveable popcorn, and hold it up, shaking it up and down. “Popcorn?”

(C/n) looks up. “Perfect.”

You put the bag in the microwave, which emits a chorus of pops. (C/n) comes over, making popping noises with his mouth. You laugh at him. “You weirdo.”

“Dude, we should totally watch a movie,” he says suddenly as you pull the finished popcorn out of the microwave. “We’ve already got the popcorn, haven’t we?”

You shrug nonchalantly, hiding your eagerness to spend two plus hours with (c/n). “Why not, it is Friday after all.” You lead him down to the basement and plop down on the couch in front of the TV. He sits next to you, close enough that your thighs touch. As you open Netflix, he puts an arm around your shoulders. “Netflix and chill?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

You laugh. “You’re still not cute. Getting warmer though!” You scroll through the available movies, conscious that (c/n)’s arm hasn’t left your shoulders.

“Let’s watch a horror movie,” (c/n) suggests, jiggling his leg excitedly. You can feel it against your leg. You groan. “God no, I’ll be screaming in your ear the whole time.”

He shrugs. “I can take it.” He grins. “I’ll protect you from the scary monsters,” he says teasingly.

“Okay, fine,” you relent, sighing. You have to admit that watching a horror movie with your crush protecting you doesn’t sound like the worst thing in the world. You come across the movie Sinister. “Is this a good one? Looks pretty scary,” you say.

“Hell yes. Hit play.” You start the movie and settle back against the couch. (C/n)’s arm is still around you.

The movie starts out tamely enough, with Ethan Hawke’s friendly puppy face and nothing particularly terrifying. You eat your popcorn contentedly, your hands occasionally bumping into (c/n)’s. After a little while you rest your head on his shoulder, and he doesn’t object. You smile, knowing that he usually hates physical contact and would push anyone else away.

It doesn’t take long for things to take a turn for the scarier, however. Some scenes, you just know something is coming, and tense up as the suspense builds. (C/n)’s arm tightens around you in response, pulling the two of you closer each time. Other times there are completely unexpected jump scares, and as predicted, you scream loudly every time.

At one particularly bad jump scare where the demon Bughuul suddenly appears in the garden, you screech in terror and hide your face in (c/n)’s shirt. He chuckles and you feel his arms go around you, shielding you from the outside world. “Wow, you weren’t kidding,” he says, as though impressed by how scared you are. You peek up at him to see him looking down at you in amusement. “How are you so unaffected?” you ask him, bewildered at his completely calm demeanor.

“Nothing can faze me,” he says proudly.

“Ooh, you’re so manly,” you say sarcastically. “What happens when I do this?” You tickle his sides, and he shrieks. You laugh hysterically at his reaction.

As he recovers he points to the screen. “Okay, let’s pay attention, we already missed an important plot point!”

You oblige, sitting up a little but still leaning partially into him, his arms still lazily encircling you.

A while later the movie draws to a very dramatic close. You breathe out as the camera pans out on the box of films, the excitement seemingly over. But right before the end of the movie, Bughuul’s face suddenly pops up. You scream again and dive into the safety of (c/n)’s shirt, wrapping your arms tightly around his chest. You feel him shaking with laughter under you. “You’re such a wimp,” he teases.

You flip him off without lifting your head. You’re very comfortable and not about to move. (C/n)’s heart is beating right by your ear. When he chuckles it rumbles in his chest. “I don’t mind, it makes me look tougher by comparison,” he adds jokingly.

You get an idea, and sit up a little bit. “Hey (c/n).”

“Hmm?”

“Wanna sleep over?”

“Really?” He starts to smile.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, let me run home and get my stuff.” He tries to get up but you’re still lying on his chest.

“Don’t leave,” you whine, “just call your mom.”

He laughs and moves a strand of hair behind your ear. “I live like practically next door, it’ll only take a second.” He tries to stand again. “Get up, you lazy ass.”

You roll away, grumbling. Already feeling sleepy, you don’t move as he goes upstairs and leaves your house. Your eyes close and you lie still, waiting for him to return.

You wake maybe fifteen minutes later to (c/n) shaking you. “(Y/n)! Did you seriously fall asleep?”

You rub your eyes. “Wha-” (C/n)’s concerned face comes into focus. “Maybe you should go to bed right away,” he suggests.

“No!” You jump up, fighting the sudden dizziness and trying to act awake. “No way, not before dinner.”

He grins. “And what is dinner, exactly?”

You ponder this. “Takeout? What do you want?”

“Chinese,” he decides. You nod in agreement. “Good call.”

Half an hour later you’re sitting criss cross on the basement floor across from (c/n), with rice, dumplings, chicken and noodles between you. As you feast, you tell stories.

“Okay, your turn. Most embarrassing moment,” you challenge him.

“Oh, god.” (C/n) groans and covers his face with his hands, laughing slightly. “Oh man.”

“This is gonna be good.” You rub your hands together excitedly.

He makes a pained face and sighs in resignation. “Okay. So picture this. I’m like 10 or 11, sitting in class, nervous as hell cause I’m about to give a presentation. Funny thing is, I have no idea what it was about. I think I was so traumatized I forgot.”

“Go on,” you encourage him, not without a hint of sadistic enjoyment.

“So the teacher calls me up to present and I walk up to the front of the room. I almost fall over cause my legs are shaking so much. But I make it up there anyway. And then…I totally freeze up and just stand there, staring out at the class.” He winces at the memory.

“Dude, that’s not that bad,” you say, a little disappointed.

“Oh no, it’s not over yet,” he replies grimly. “As I stand there paralyzed, I feel something warm on my leg…” (C/n) grabs a nearby pillow and hides his face in it. His muffled voice comes out: “I peed my pants in front of the entire class.”

You burst out laughing. He removes the pillow and glares at you. His face is red, which only makes you laugh harder. He throws the pillow at your head. “Stop laughing at me!”

“Okay, okay.” You stifle a last giggle. “Honestly that wasn’t even that bad,” you reassure him after a moment.

“Oh really, have you done it too?” (C/n) grins and raises an eyebrow at you. It’s your turn to throw the pillow at him. “No way!” you say, laughing. Then you notice the pillow landed in the noodles. “Whoops.”

“Okay, I think that’s our cue to clean up,” (c/n) decides.

You put all the leftovers in the fridge and clear away the plates. After you kill a couple of hours playing video games, you decide to set up your sleeping bags so you can lie in bed and talk for several more hours.

You lay them down side by side and climb into them, facing each other. You’ve put on your pajamas, which consist of shorts and a camisole, and quickly realize that the air conditioned basement and thin sleeping bag are a bad combination. After a couple minutes you start shivering.

(C/n) notices and frowns. “You’re cold,” he says.

“Oh, nah, I’m fine,” you deny weakly. “It’s like a sauna in here.”

“Yeah, right, I can practically hear your teeth chattering. Come here.” He beckons with his finger.

You scoot closer to him like a large worm wriggling sideways. He smiles. “Just get in here,” he says, pointing into his sleeping bag.

You giggle nervously. “In there? With you?” Your face is suddenly warm even though you still feel cold.

“Yeah, there’s plenty of room,” he says, opening up the sleeping bag to show you. “And it’s very thick and veerry comfortable.” He grins.

“Okay, if you say so,” you respond casually, though inside of course you’re totally freaking out. You unzip your bag and clamber over to his, sliding inside. Immediately (c/n) puts his arms around you and pulls you into him, pressing you close against him. You can feel his skin against your bare arms. Warmth radiates from his body.

“Wow, you’re really warm,” you whisper, already feeling the comfortable heaviness of sleep pressing in.

He smirks. “Told you.”

“Thanks for letting me invade your personal space,” you say jokingly.

He smiles. “My pleasure.” After a moment he adds, quite out of the blue, “You know, you have a really nice voice.”

“What?” You lift your head and look at him, furrowing your eyebrows.

You feel him shrug next to you. “Your voice. It’s just…really soft and soothing. When I hear it it’s like I’m being wrapped in a fluffy blanket. I could listen to you talk forever.” He shakes his head, smiling. “It’s like…listening to really good music. I don’t know.” He looks away, blushing.

“Oh, thanks…” you smile slightly. Your face feels warm and you wonder if you’re as red as he is. “I like your voice too.”

(C/n) starts stroking your hair lightly, which gives you chills (the good kind). After a moment he says quietly, “And your hair, too, it’s so soft, and like, perfect.”

You reach up and ruffle his adorably fluffy hair. “I like yours more.”

He chuckles, and even though you’ve turned the lights off you can tell his whole face is pink. “Honestly everything about you is perfect,” he whispers.

Your heart starts to race, and you’re close enough to feel his heart beating rapidly as well. “Really?” you whisper back, at a loss for words.

“Yeah.” He lifts a finger up to your mouth and softly traces your lips. You’re so nervous you couldn’t move if you wanted to, and you don’t.

(C/n) looks up at you and back at your mouth, and then leans in as if trying to kiss you. But you’re both still lying on your sides, and your noses bump awkwardly. You stifle a giggle. He laughs too and hides his face in your neck. Then he props himself up with one arm so he’s leaning over you, and for the second time, he brings his face to yours. This time, your lips connect.

You feel as though fireworks are going off around you. He strokes your face with one hand as he kisses you, and when you pull apart several seconds later, he’s staring intently into your eyes, as if he sees something inside them.

“(Y/n), I really like you,” he murmurs in a husky voice.

You reach up and play with a bit of his hair that’s sticking out, hardly able to believe this is happening. “I really like you too,” you whisper almost inaudibly.

(C/n) smiles. “Well, that works out nicely,” he says, and you laugh giddily. He kisses you on the forehead before settling back down next to you. He pulls you into him and you rest your head on his chest. You can feel his heart still beating fast, but after a few minutes it slows along with his breathing. Exhaustion settles heavily over you from the rough week at school, and wrapped comfortably in (c/n)’s arms, it doesn’t take you long to fall asleep.

incoming christmas feelings

so in UK land its just ticked over to Christmas day and as I prepare to go to sleep I’m feeling mushy as fuck so prepare your anuses (ani? eh who cares) aANYWAYH

i wanted to take a moment to thank someone who’s literally been the best thing that has happened to me this year. And no I’m not talking about Stefan Karl Stefansson, god bless his heart. I’m just talking about Steph, (Star, Starbot, yknow) and I can already feel the son comments on this oh boy here we GOOOO

but yeah so essentially not many of you will know this but before this channel became a part of my life I wasn’t doing super hot. My aspirations had always been to act, do YouTube, and to make films, but that was a far-fetched, dream, a silly idea for me to daydream about while I got on with a “real” job. It was around May last year, when I was doing the last of my Secondary school exams that I realised how I would need to make some serious choices soon. And given that I had no idea what choices to make… let’s say I was sorta desperate for some guidance. That’s when Steph came along.

See I had no idea what this channel would’ve become when my friend sent me the Starbot Dubs audition video. i’d never heard of this channel before, hell I never watched comic dubs before aside from some SuperShadic here and there. I was just happy to be on board, I figured it’d be something to do over the summer and nothing more but BOY WAS I WRONG

The person I met when I first signed up for this channel, I never expected to be the person I’d know now, or rather I never expected to be quite as indebted to them as I am. She was the first person I’d ever met who was smart, efficient, hard working, talented, and most importantly, fun as hell to work with and who’s probably the best friend I’ve ever had. It was seriously more than a blessing to think of how narrow my chances were of meeting someone who changed my life quite this much.

And I do mean changed. as you see after Summer ended I fucked off to my new school and well it was SHIT

The channel had helped me realise that my passion was for film, and that getting an A level in Drama, English Literature and Psychology wasn’t gonna help me achieve that. I was bloody terrified of my choices. I feared there was no way out. I was too scared to let anyone know how bad I was doing. And by the time I did, no other school would take me. So now this channel is my job, it’s all I do. And next year, I’m gonna be going to a school where I can do what I love, and pursue a life I’ve always wanted. That’s how much this woman has done for me and I genuinely don’t want to imagine what kind of a shithole I’d be in if not for her.

All I’m saying is, I am the person I am because of her, and although she might be busy most of the time, she is my best friend, and I hope to God that doesn’t change anytime soon. I love her to death and wouldn’t want anything bad to happen. THAT IS PLATONIC LOVE YOU SINFUL FUCKS I SEE YOU THERE

anyway yeah merry christmas 

I begged @didjamissme for a prompt yesterday and she gave me Patater pre-school au so… here you go tumblr, enjoy the fruits of my labor.


The first day of school is always daunting, Kent thinks as he surveys his classroom one last time and nudges a corner of the quiet time rug flat with the toe of his Sperry.

It’s daunting, but it’s fun. It’s another year of watching his full day preschoolers grow and learn and develop and GOD if that isn’t the best feeling in the world he doesn’t know what is.

He’s been teaching in Seattle since he graduated from UBC with his teaching degree and finished up his Masters at UW, and he loves it. He loves the city, the people, the fact he’s hours from the mountains or the ocean or the rivers or the lakes. He loves the night life and the daily vibe and he loves the fact that the Schooners literally play two light rail stops from his apartment and he has season tickets.

He’d played Juniors in Portland for two seasons before being traded to Seattle for the last two and his overager season, and after aging out without being drafted he’d gone up north and played four years of college hockey while getting his degree to teach small humans.

He wouldn’t change any of it for the world.

At 9:45 on the nose he props open the classroom door that leads to the playground and greets the parents and little ones and invites them inside, shaking parental hands and soothing a few worried kids and a ton of worried parents and getting everyone involved with crayons and nametags with big block letters for them to color and have on their desks.

It’s 5 till when he looks up from where he’s crouched in the front corner of the room and his only coherent thought is ‘Oh shit he’s hot.’ Followed closely by 'Oh shit that’s Alexei Mashkov.’

Kent knew the story. Everyone in Seattle knew the goddamn story. Alexei had adopted his goddaughter after a terrible series of events that left him the only person with any legal say over her. Three years, a Stanley Cup and two All-Star nominations later there’s a giant schooners DMan holding a small one in his arms gravely listening to her prattle at him in a mix of English and Russian standing in the door of his hockey themed classroom.

Fuck.

Kent decided it was probably time to pretend he was a fully grown human that knew how to adult and hoisted himself up from his crouch, meandering over and sticking out his hand in greeting.

“Good morning! I’m Mister Parson! You must be Anna!” He greeted with a smile at the little one and then a smile for the very. Tall. Hockey man. “Kent Parson.”

Alexei smiled and shook his hand, “Alexei Mashkov. I think you know of me.” He said, nodding his head at the big “Schooners Read” banner Kent had on one wall. It had all the players on the roster from two years ago. Including Mashkov.

Kent was not blushing.

“Ah, yeah. I played in the dub as a kid. Gotta share the love of hockey, right?” He looked down at the tug on his hand and smiled at Anna.

“Let’s get you settled in!” He told her and with a final smile and wave to Alexei as his high school student assistant shooed the parents out the door and pulled it closed, Kent calls the attention to him and shoves all thoughts of Alexei Mashkov out of his mind.

Well.. Out of his mind until he can go over to Bitty and Jacks after school and lay on their couch and moan about unfairly pretty hockey men.


The year goes, it passes in a flash, and his casual friendship with Lyosha grows into something more like best friends and on the last day of school as Kent is hugging Anya and assuring her kindergarten will be wonderful and that she will see him all the time that Alexei reaches out and loops his arms around them both.

“School is over, Kenny. You not teach Anya anymore. You can date me now, yes?”

Kent is absolutely blushing at that.

But he nods and tries to control his smile and instead of making a fool of himself, he tucks one arm around Anya and the other around Lyosha and he smiles and nods his head.

The reward is a kiss on the cheek from not just Alexei (who is grinning like a crazed loon), but one on the other cheek from Anya who still has both little arms firmly tucked around his neck.

Life is good.

So today I was waiting in line for the bathroom at my school (cause there’s always a huge line in the girls bathroom in between classes at my school) and there was this girl who came in after me and she kept coming in and out to see if the line got shorter and she kept moving around cause I guess she really had to use the bathroom and i just watched her actions for few secs and literally another girl came in and I’m sure they were complete strangers but the really antzy girl approached her and naturally just started telling the other girl how pretty she was and started complimenting her on her make up. Then it was my turn to use the bathroom but as the last person in the stall came out I turned the girl who was being antzy before and told her she could go ahead before me and she was so thankful and told me she loved me on her way in and I almost melted. Then later that day I went to use the bathroom again but in another building and in this building there’s only one sink in the restroom and there was a girl already standing there doing her make up and she looked really engrossed in it too so i was just gonna wait until she finished but as soon as she saw me she started apolozing really quickly and started to move away and told me to go ahead but before she could move she told me how much she loved my hair started gushing about how pretty it was and before she left she told me to have a nice day and overall i just love meeting girls in the bathroom, I love having interactions with girls, I just love girls in general I LOVE GIRLS ya’ll are such angels 🌹💕

Grand Ami

Word Count: (without translations) 2880, (with translations) 2982

Genre: fluff, coming out, humour, literal miscommunication (because of different languages, I swear there’s no angst)

Warnings: bad French probably

Summary:

Based off this post (x)

Phil is dating Dan and today is the day he was finally going to meet his parents. Of course he’s nervous, who wouldn’t be? He wants to make a good impression. This may be made a tiny bit harder by the fact that Phil’s terrible at French and that’s mostly what Dan’s parents speak.

(Big thanks to @thereisspringintheair and @justcuzfandoms for basically doing most of the translations for me! Any mistakes are on me and me alone, although I’d like to formally say “screw you” to google translate.)

A/N Just in case you don’t understand, Dan’s family speaks mostly French. Dan himself can speak both French and English fluently, and Phil is just terrible at learning another language. The English translations are in bold next to what they say in French. Also, Dan is asexual.

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Wow, I haven’t posted in ages…. Well, my last few weeks have been super eventful. I have been SUPER busy with band. Literally, I am always at band, usually for 12 hours at a time. This past week, we’ve only had practice for two hours a day, so that’s been better. I took advantage of that today and had lunch and a study date with my best friend, Debbie, who has been at Stanford for the last two months. She bought me this super pretty mug. I’m blessed. :))). Here are some Korean notes and my bullet journal for this week. I’m finally feeling ready for school (which begins next week).

Third Anniversary: Spa + Foodpark
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Three years of being together and we marked it with a chill-pamper-pig-out day. It’s still giving me that feeling, remembering what happened that day and just thinking of all the things, lessons, experiences and love this journey with the weirdo has given me. Aaaaah crazy.

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I would also like to remind all first year grad students that I cried my eyes out after my first day of class. And when my very confused boyfriend came home I literally yelled “Why did you let me do this to myself?!” 

And yet, here I am. Second year. Still stressed but more confident. With a cool research project that I’m excited about (even if I have no idea what I’m doing). And definitely a changed person from who I was this time last year. 

So for all of you feeling completely overwhelmed, it’s normal. You’ll get through it and I am totally here if you need to rant about how scary, stressful and annoying grad school is. 

I get it. You’re not alone. 

Happy birthday to...

I want to take you back to this day, February 17th, 2011. I, a mere child, was sitting in my AP Language and Composition class at 7:45 in the morning, and I had an idea. 

That idea shifted a lot over the past six years. I consistently maintain that the only detail that has never changed is Liam’s birthday, year inclusive. Some things have changed more than others (the setting used to be a boarding school rather than the island nation that gives the series its name; Rowan didn’t have parents; Em wasn’t an O’Dea) but some things have been weirdly consistent (their Enlightenments; the eventual canon ships (but hey just because I know, you do you, ship whoever you want, just tell me because I’m dead curious)). 

The most prominent consistency is the core group of characters - Callie, Kaya, Liam, and Sam. The four of them have been narrators since the beginning of draft one. (There were two other narrators in the first version, Stella-Maria d’Angelou and Cameron Johnson - both of whom you’ll notice no longer exist.) 

A lot of things have happened in the past six years, both to the book and to me (I acquired an entire university degree?). I’ve re-written this book, from scratch, 17 times for a grand total of well over 1,700,000 words. But this is the first version I’ve shared with an audience. And in deference to that, although book two is not done yet, the prologue chapter is available below…

Lucittia (Book Two): The Immortal Woman

(Warning: There are very serious spoilers for the end of book one in this prologue. Proceed with caution) 

He Tian x Mo Guan Shan Drabble (Pt 2)

(Do you still call it a drabble when it’s part 2? Idk)

Here’s Part 1

Here’s Part 3

“A-Ah… Guan Shan. I think you should slow down.”

“Why? You callin me a lightweight? I am………a FAR better drinker than you.”

“Bro, I’ve literally had to drag your ass home more times than I can count.”

“Shut the hell up.”

He was drunk off his ass and pissed to high hell. 

It was all that fake, sinister bastard’s fault. The whole reason for him needing a drink was because of what had happened. Or more like, what hadn’t  happened. 

He practically had his ass enslaved by He Tian; forced to run errands whenever he bumped into him at school, forced to abandon his own meals and cook him one, forced to hold these weird talks and listen to his “ideas” for his next form of torment… Last time, he had mentioned something about having to make him homemade lunches for school. Making him dinner that same night wasn’t good enough? Did he want to turn this into a regular thing?! 

Even during his suspension he wasn’t free from that walking nightmare. It seems no matter where he was, He Tian was there to ruin his day. Errands, housework, cooking, He Tian made him his personal Bitch. Even kissed him like one- wait. The red-haired boy blushed.

“Aiya~ Guan Shan, your face is seriously red. You really need to stop now.”

“Fuck off”, he said before abruptly getting up.

“Yo, where you going? Toilet?”

“Just going out for a smoke.”

“You don’t smoke,” his friend reminded him.

“Shut the fuck up”, he slurred back, still walking straight towards the door. 

At least he hoped he was. Judging by the concerned faces of waiters and other patrons, he seemed to have barely made it. 

He took a deep breath in and glared up at the empty night sky and annoyingly bright street lamp.

 He was sick of this! It had been several days since…….the incident.

And He Tian hasn’t so much as glanced at him. Whenever he sees him, it’s not sneakily around a corner as if he anticipated his every move and were waiting for him.

No… Now he seem to have returned back to the way he was; always the center of attention. Surrounded by people.  

Always fake smiling. 

The red-haired boy knew what his smiles really looked like. For one, whenever he did, he looked like the son of Satan. Now that he thinks about it, he can’t blame him for changing it whenever he’s around others.

Guan Shan shook his head in the cool autumn air; he was getting off topic. He Tian and his fake smiles, and his fake reputation, and his fake fucking tongue skills were to blame for this. 

He was gonna give that little fucker a piece of his mind… 

But how?

Whenever he did, He Tian’s fists would just beat him into submission. He needed this done from a distance.

He needed…

“His phone number…” Guan Shan said dazedly, not really looking at anything, making a couple walking by glance at him, before strolling a little faster on their way. 

He Tian had called him once. Asked him to bring him a stupid umbrella. The redhead hadn’t even known who the caller was, yet the jerk stole his number somehow and demanded he bring him an umbrella. He was just that arrogant.

The phone began dialing before he was even aware. An old Chinese folk song began to play in the speaker until the caller finally picked up.  


“Guan Shan?”

His breath hitched. Huh. So he remembered his name. Has he ever called him by his name before? What did he usually call him? ‘Idiot’ or ‘Stupid’, wasn’t it? Why that son of a-

“Guan Shan,” the voice on the other line repeated, “What is it? You need something?”

“Nope! But……YOU probably need help removing THAT STICK UP YOUR ASS!“ 

Yesss! Perfect execution!


A silence swept over the phone; he didn’t know how, but he could feel the man’s dead stare.

”…Have you been drinking?“


“Pff- Nooo!”

Wait, that sounded like a lie.

“I mean, yeah…”

No, that doesn’t sound right either.

“None of your business!” He boomed triumphantly.

Nice! Go, Guan Shan!


“Where are you?” The voice sounded clipped and demanding; an authoritative force that you either yield to or face punishment later. 

“Faaaaaar away from youuuu!” Luckily, he was drunk, so he didn’t care. 


“Yo! Is this the KTV bar on Xujiahui Road?“ 

"Huh?” Guan Shan looked over to his right and saw a couple of guys as equally intoxicated as he was. “Naw, this is just the Red Mansion Bar. The KTV is across the street-”

“I’m on my way,” a voice said out of nowhere. 

“Huh?”

The voice disappeared from his phone, and the connection had ceased. He looked at the screen. Caller ID “Demon” had just hung up. 

Oh. 

“Fuck.”

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Not feeling like the regal flower queen I deserve to be.
Ya girl has been SICK. I had a bit of a dry throat Thursday but chocked it up to being awake at 4:45 for clinical… lil worse Friday but again, early morning clinical… yesterday woke up with the whole cough, congested nose, chills. First day of reading week, of course.

So I’ve been drinking lots of tea, got a medicine ball at Starbucks, T made me a hot toddy last night, and I found some expired neocitran in my mum’s bathroom 😂 as much as I’m glad I’m not sick at school, it blows (except not literally @ my nose). I was pumped to go to the gym with T over the break but yesterday I made him go solo 😪

This morning we’re off to church with some pals, and tomorrow we’re doing a big fish fry at my dad’s with all my sisters and nephews and niece for my birthday! I’ve picked up a shift on Tuesday, and other than that just school work and rest.

Yesterday was 11C, though 😍😍😍

Someone Who Makes You Smile - So my senior year of high school was a literal hell; some days I didn’t want to get out of bed, or couldn’t find the energy to make it through the day. Overall, I just wasn’t happy. It was then that my brother introduced me to Markiplier and through his channel I found Jacksepticeye. And while both distracted me with their humor, Jack brought so much energy to the table that it was infectious! Getting through the day became easier, and as one of the last art pieces of my high school career, I thought I might as well pay homage to someone who helped get me through it. These guys truly have a gift when it comes to making people they don’t even know smile. 

Even More AUs Because That 100% Needs To Happen Right?

A list of bs AUs I should write based on my own real life experiences : 

  • It’s my first day at this new school and I’ve been lost for this whole hour and so have you. Wanna team up for the next hour? AU
  • We’re doing a drama piece and you, the ultimate cutie of the group, play my father in it, I called you ‘Daddy’ as a joke aND WHY ARE YOU BLUSHING? TALK TO ME. AU
  • We just had a moment and we were going in for the kiss and I panicked at the last second and blew air in your face. AU
  • We’re the only two people that can’t dance in our class and we keep on getting in trouble for laughing. AU
  • You’re the person that made me realize I’m bi and we’re sleeping in neighboring rooms for a week. (Oh and my other past crush is here too. I should have read the register.) AU
  • I like you but you’re literally the only straight one in our choir. WHAT THE FUCK. AU 
  • I’m walking down the street with my best friend and you stop and talk to them because you’re old family friends. You ask me if I have anything sharp in my bag, I said no. You rolled up the sleeve to reveal that you’ve got an industrial tie that you found wrapped around your wrist and ARE YOU OKAY? YOUR HAND’S BLUE! AU
  • I picked you up and carried you bridal style to the other side of the room with no prior warning and wow, you’re kinda light. Also, nice butt. AU
  • I keep on accidentally touching your leg on the busy bus and now we’re chatting AU
  • You keep on bringing up fanfiction and I write it. Help. AU
  • I just shouted ‘I’m here! I’m queer!’ and you said ‘Same’ and really? AU

      quick headcanon that is literally just for fun and has almost zero bearing on this blog whatsoever except for on Valentine’s Day: 

      the year before transferring to Gekkoukan ( her first year in high school, then, ) Hamuko actually did confess to a guy she liked on Valentine’s Day, complete with a beautifully handmade piece of chocolate about the size of her palm. it was the first time she’d ever confessed to someone she was interested in, so she put a lot of heart into it…. 

      …only for him to uncomfortably turn her down because he ‘didn’t have interest in a relationship that couldn’t last.’ it’s not exactly a secret that the Arisatos have moved schools almost every year since their parents died, so essentially what he told her was ‘i don’t want to only date you for a month before you leave again’ —— effectively echoing the very same cardinal reason why Hamuko had never confessed to anyone before, and why she was / is so cautious in building close relationships with others. 

      this is why Hamuko is so blatant about breaking the generally accepted gift giving rule of ‘present it in person unless you’re incapable of doing so’ if she’s giving homemade chocolates ——- it’s something of a faux pas from what I understand, but she’s never forgotten the look of discomfort on that person’s face when he turned her down, and she’s not at all eager to witness another look like it again. in her mind, it’s easier for the person to dispose of her gift quietly rather than make a scene about it should they not accept it, and it gives them time to figure out what to say to her should they intend to decline. 

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I was privileged to draw for so many couples these last several weeks for Valentine’s Day. I was lucky they all had the patience with me as I was drawing slower than usual. I had a very stressful month, fell sick twice, just a week apart & I am still juggling my studies. 

My life has literally just been sleep, eat, school, study, draw and repeat lately. ^^’’

Thank you everyone who has supported me all this time. I am thankful that I can still give joy to people with me chibis! 

Have a wonderful day! <3


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Re-watched all of Pokémon XY/XYZ with my nephews these last few days but nothing can match those old school Contestshipping feels

(HONESTLY IF ASH IS GONNA WIN THE KALOS LEAGUE THEN EVERYONE FROM THE PAST SEASONS SHOULD BE THERE TO CHEER HIM ON. LITERALLY JUST BRING BACK CONTESTSHIPPING. IM BEGGING HERE.)