why do i want to enter a school

This photo is going around on the internet right now, like some cheap meme with the caption “Here’s a photo for all those upset about the Muslim ban.“ I was compelled to write a response. I know this is a tumblr for Pokemon GO and I’ve tried my best for these months to keep posting fun things about this fandom but I cannot stay silent. I am sorry for the deviation from the norm you have all come to expect from me, but this I cannot abide. This is my message:

My father worked at the World Trade Centers from 1998-2001. He survived that day because he took me to school that morning when I was in my third or fourth day of 6th grade. This isn’t about my father, though, because he can tell his story in his own way when he feels it is appropriate. I will explain my own story.

I had been pulled out of class that morning. They didn’t tell me what had happened, just assuring my 11 year old self that my father was okay and that there was a fire at the World Trade Centers. I know they were lying. They couldn’t put me in touch with my father. I knew something was wrong. I knew about the 1993 bombings. I often wondered what would happen in the towers fell on the city, looking down on it from above, if such an attack were to happen again.

Sitting in the principals office I was filled with anger, sadness, disgust, loneliness, despair, anxiety, depression and chaos. My father might have been dead, killed by terrorist from a land I knew nothing about. I sat in that office for 45 minutes thinking nothing but that.

Then my mom came to get me. She told me my father was okay. Then I saw him. He was crying. We hugged. I told him that as long as he was okay I was okay. That made everything okay.

I had every right to be upset and vindictive against the muslim community because of the acts of an element of radical extremists attempting to murder my father. In fact some of my peers actually encouraged me to fill my hear with hate and anger, to put aside my childish wonder of the world and build walls in my heart to separate me from the muslim faith as a whole. The propaganda on television and the fact we were entering into two wars as retribution for September Eleventh didn’t help.

But I couldn’t do it. Something inside of me wanted to answer the burning question of “why?”. So I did some research in the middle school computer lab and very quickly found my answer. There is a large contingent of radical terrorists, of every nation and faith, that are drawn to the cause because they have no other options. I read that a suicide bomber in Iraq was paid $20,000 to carry out his attack. This money was needed for his family to pay for shelter, electricity, food, water, security and heat. The basic essentials that allow us to be human and not think with hate and sadness but rather with compassion and understanding. The people in Afghanistan, in the mountainous regions, join extremist groups because they have no resources to sustain their life.

That was when I learned about the concept of ‘sustainability’. The Brundtland Report in 1987 defined sustainability loosely as any action that leaves the world in a better or same state as the way you came into it. I decided at that point, as a 12 year old, to not fight the extremists with a gun, but rather to help get the muslim community the essentials they need so they never have to feel like terrorism is the only way to support themselves, their family or have their message heard.

Islamic extremists tried to kill my family. I do not hate the muslim community. I am a vocal opponent of the muslim ban, registry or oppression. All people no matter what race, creed, nationality, faith, background, color, gender, sex, identification, whatever deserve to be treated as human beings. Because thats what we all are when you get down to it. We are humans, of many glorious and wonderful backgrounds and interests, that should work together rather than divide ourselves. We are one species no matter what you look like or sound like. The blood that runs through my veins runs through the veins of the man in Iraq, Afghanistan, Turkey, Somalia, France, Russia, China, North Korea, everywhere.

We are a nation that has a proud history of accepting people of all backgrounds. I am German. If this ideology had been pervasive in the 1930-40s then wouldn’t I have been held accountable for the actions of the Nazi’s in the same way that people of the muslim faith are persecuted for the actions of the extremists? I have muslim friends. If I can not hate them, can you try to exercise a little empathy for the innocent people caught up in this?

I will leave you with a couple of quotes for thought:

“In these days of difficulty, we Americans everywhere must and shall choose the path of social justice…the path of faith, the path of hope, and the path of love toward our fellow man.” - Franklin Roosevelt

“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” - Statue of Liberty

Love always. Reject hate. Be compassionate. Be empathetic. Love thy neighbor. Protect the innocent. Fight for the oppressed. Crush evil. Be vigilant. Be strong. Be good.

I love you all. Remember that, always.

- T 


Theo Reaken Imagine- I’m Not A Bad Guy

Anon-Theo comes back to town and the whole pack is very protective of you and telling you to stay away from him, but Theo has a certain interest in you and is always trying to talk to you and invite you over without the pack knowing

Authors note- Thankyou for the request, this was very interesting to write and I hope you enjoy x

“Y/n, what did I tell you?” Lydia groaned. “Don’t trust Theo” you said with an eye roll, out of routine. “So ignore him” she added. “I cant, we go to the same school!” you claimed, throwing your arms around. “You could at least block his number” she raised her eyebrows. “Well erm, I thought maybe it would be best to keep it for… security purposes” you excused. “No, you want to keep it because you fancy him” she said, as you merged with Malia and Kira in the hallway. “You best not be talking about who I think you are” Malia said, correctly judging the situation. “Nope, we’re talking about someone different” you protested. “And who may that be?” Malia asked. “You know I’m lying, there’s no point” you whined. “Theo asked to meet her tonight” Lydia told. “You’re seriously not considering it Y/n” Kira joined in. “Why do you guys hate him so much?” you questioned, already knowing the answer. “He’s a sociopath” “Manipulative” “Evil asshole”  they all began saying at the same time. “People change” you argued, as you entered the school library. “Yes, but not in the matter of a week” Lydia said wisely as you all took your usual seats. “Its best we end this conversation before Sco- Oh hey Scott” Kira smiled, after noticing him and Stiles walking over. “I heard you four bickering. You’re not meeting him” Scott continued. You huffed and sunk back into your chair, “It’s not like I wanted to go anyway” you crossed your arms. Stiles let out a fake choke, not needing supernatural abilities to tell that was a lie. “I hate him, I actually hate him” Liam said storming over with Mason trailing behind him. “Who?” everyone asked at the same time, besides you because you were being grumpy. “Theo! He was flirting with Hayden and I swear he came this close to kissing her” Liam demonstrated by putting his face close to Mason’s, earning a very disapproving look from him. But with that your heart sank, you realised that you weren’t special just another piece in his twisted board game and like everyone else you were being played. You knew the werewolves could tell, but you simply put on a brave face and acted like you weren’t bothered. Again.

“What’s up with you?” Theo asked, while maintaining his charm and careless persona. “Wouldn’t you like to know” you said, brushing past him and into your history class. He was expecting the usual flirtatious remark from you, which you could get away with every so often when the rest of the pack weren’t near your lesson. You sat at your desk and slammed your books on the table, you weren’t sure as to why you felt so hurt by the sociopath that was trying to break up your pack. He sat on the desk behind you, knowing if he attempted to sit next to you, he probably would have got a punch in the face. “Someone must be on their peri-” he began. “Don’t even say it” you said firmly through gritted teeth. “Woah feisty, does this mean the deals off?” he asked. “There was never a deal” you said with a raised eyebrow. “I promised to not tell the pack you admitted to liking me, if you went on a date with me” he interrupted. “That’s pretty counter productive if you ask me and FYI I don’t like you Theo” you scoffed, earning you a raised eyebrow, because he heard your heart race. “Why do you want to go on date with me anyway? So you can pry information out of me? So you can get one over on them? So you can get back at Scott by trying to steal one of his pack members?” you began to list. “No actually, because I want to talk to you” he claimed. “We’re talking right now” you rolled your eyes. As if on queue your phone started to buzz from on your desk. Stiles: Meet us at the jeep ASAP, I think we’ve found something. Theo clearly saw because he carried on quickly before you stood up. “Meet me and the coffee house, the one a few blocks from the animal clinic at 8″ he followed you with his eyes. You simply gave a shrug in response and smirked as you made your way back out of the door, before your teacher noticed. You didn’t know that Theo then continued to cover for you by coming up with an elaborate story as to why you weren’t in the lesson, and taking the detention for skipping class, so you didn’t have to.

”Stiles, you’ve got three seconds to move away from me before I punch you in the face!” you were trying to keep your calm. As per usual, Stiles came to the wrong conclusion and you all ended up having to ditch school to go to some remote area, in search for clues. “I’m sorry okay guys, I really thought this would have worked” he sighed casually, as if you hadn’t drove for an hour in the car, ruined your white shoes on that stupid muddy field and came close to hypothermia all for nothing. “What’s the time?” Kira asked with a groan, knowing her mom was going to be mad at her for ditching school. “It’s half seven” Lydia answered as she pouted at the time on her phone. Shit, you internally shouted while trying to remain calm on the surface. “Hey Lyd, would you mind dropping me to Deaton’s clinic now please?” you said with puppy dog eyes. “Cute, but why the sudden rush?” she questioned. “I need to see him before it closes” you retort. “Y/n you know he lets us go in at any time, considering he’s the druid for our pack” she said, with a raised eyebrow. “Yes, but then I need to go home in time to catch my mom before she leaves for work-” you improvised. “Why?” Malia interrogated. When you paused to think, a few of them clocked on. “You’re not seriously thinking about meeting him?” Stiles groaned. “I’m not meeting him!” you protested with a foot stomp. “Promise” Kira said childishly. You nod your head, not wanting to openly lie to them or break a promise. Lydia gave you a disappointed look but pulled out her car keys and you headed off.

“So, we’re here” Lydia gave a weak smile. You looked out the window to see you were parked outside of the coffee house. “You knew?” you said with a loud sigh. “Of course I knew, I know everything about you” she replied. “Don’t worry, I wont tell the others. Just be careful okay” she added reluctantly. She was your best friend until the end, but she knew that the only way you could learn was by making the mistakes yourself. You opened the car door and entered the coffee shop nervously. You looked around, you should of known. He stood you up, to embarrass you. You turned around but Lydia had already drove off, she was clearly going to stall and mislead the others from trying to catch you out. You felt awkward to say the least, until you saw him. He was sitting at the back of the room with two coffees and a two slices of cake. You watched for a minute as he adjusted the coffee cup so the logo was facing straight and how he kept feeling the side to make sure it was still hot enough for you. You watched as he fluffed his hair up because he remembered overhearing you tell Lydia that he looked cute with it like that, and how he gave you the cake with the most icing on it because he overhears you talk about vanilla icing at lunch. You noticed all the napkins, sugar sachets and stirring spoons on the table from him impulsively getting more while waiting for you. For a moment, anything supernatural faded and Theo seemed to be nothing more than a charming boy who wanted to go on a date, purely because he liked you. It didn’t take him long to smell your perfume and hear your heartbeat from across the room and your daydream was interrupted by a smirk and him standing up. You slowly strolled over to him and he tucked your chair in behind you, before sitting back down. Your surprised expression caused him to furrow his brows, “What?” he asked. “Nothing” you shook your head and took a sip of coffee to hide your smile. You’d never have pictured him to be a romantic. “Sorry I’m late, pack business” you excused, waiting for him to bombard you with questions to get some sort of information out of you. But he simply said it was fine and refused to take any money from you to pay for the drinks and cake. You had been there for about an hour and you seemed to be really hitting it off with one another, surprisingly there wasn’t a dull moment. “Why did you ask me out on a date, like the real reason?” you suddenly asked, breaking the happy mood. “Honestly?” he asked. You nod your head and waited for his response. “I like you Y/n, a lot. I’m not lying, listen to my heartbeat” he gently reached for your hand and looked at you softly to show you that you could trust him, before placing it on his chest. He looked you in the eye and said it again, and like he said, his heart didn’t show any signs of lying, like Scott had taught you. You gave him a small genuine smile which he returned. “I like you too” you weren’t sure if you had made the biggest mistake of your life but in that moment, you didn’t care. You found yourself staring a his lips and before you knew it, his were pressed against yours. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Scott-” you shouted as you pulled away from Theo. Stiles and Malia shortly burst through the door, followed by a panicked Lydia who had been trying to stop them from finding you for the past few hours. You glanced back at Theo and watched as the natural smile that was on his face faded and a false smirk appeared. “Get your coat, we’re leaving” Scott demanded. “No” you simply replied, which even shocked Theo. Scott’s face remained firm but his eyes relaxed. He did that sometimes, where he forgets that even though he’s your alpha he was once just a friend. “Y/n, just come on please” Stiles said calmly, after noticing Malia’s claws. “I’ll kill him” she growled under her breath, assuming Theo was solely to blame. “Everyone just calm down! I’m sure there’s a rational explanation as to why they appeared to be kissing” Lydia tried to diffuse. “Oh believe me, we were kissing” Theo interrupted with a cocky expression, which dropped as he looked back at you. “I like him” you blurted out impulsively. Everyone stopped glaring at Theo, and began to stare at you quizzically. “And I have for a while now” you continued. “You have got to be kidding” Stiles said with a lot of hand gestures. “I will admit, he is a dick to you guys” you ignored Stiles’ comment and Theo’s reaction. “But he makes me happy and that’s all that should really matter” you gave a small smile, before reaching to lace your hands together, which he returned with a smile he couldn’t hide. “Awww!” Lydia cooed, breaking the silence. “Absolutely not” Stiles claimed, which Malia agreed. “She’s right” Scott spoke, earning him confused looks off all of you. “I mean look at us, we said we’d try to keep our personal lives out of the supernatural as much as we could and here we are, not letting Y/n date a guy she likes, over a stupid pack feud” he said wisely. “He tried to kill you Scott, remember that?” Stiles accidently shouted, turning a few heads in the coffee shop. “It doesn’t matter, it’s her life and even if we don’t agree, we’re her friends and we’ll be here to catch her if she falls” he lectured. You gave him a friendly pat on the chest to show your endearment. “I guess” Stiles reluctantly sighed. “If you even think about hurting her, I swear to god I’ll shove your head so far up your ass you have to fuck yourself from the inside out-” Malia huffed. “So does this mean you’re okay with me and Theo dating, that is if you’d like to” you glanced back at him. He rubbed his thumb over your hand, “Of course I would” he said uncharacteristically sweetly but nervously, as he glanced at Malia. “That settles it” Scott clapped awkwardly. “I suppose, we’ll leave you guys to it” Lydia said, giving you a wink as they began to head towards the door. “Sorry about that” you laughed with a blush as they had completely gone. “Don’t worry about it, and don’t worry I’d never hurt you. I may be a bad boy, but I’m not a bad guy” he said endearingly. “I know” you gave a trusting smile. “Sooo, before they came in” he hinted. “I think we should pick up where we left it” you smirked knowingly. With that he pulled your chair closer to the table, before passionately pressing his lips to yours. Who would have known, your life would never be the same again after falling hopelessly in love with Theo Raeken.

Requests are still closed but I hope you enjoyed this Theo imagine, it’s my first one of him. Extremely sorry for the slow af upload but better late than never am’rite.

Sophrosyne |1|

Pairing: Reader / Taehyung ft. other members

Genre: Greek Mythology!au, high school!au,  Fluff / Slight Angst

Length: 2.2k words

Warnings: mild language

Summary: You had a pretty normal life. Well, normal for someone who’s half human-half god. Yeah, like the one’s you’ve heard of from the books. All you’ve wanted was to be considered as normal. The world outside your mythical school might’ve seen you as normal since it had no idea who or what you were, but you still felt that sense of alienation from society. And the help you were given? A group of mischievous boys that caused you mayhem and chaos until you learned to accept yourself. 

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Originally posted by charrytommoto

“Yeah, she, like, nearly sent me to Demeter’s house as a way of punishment,” A nasally voice sounded as you entered the school building. 

“Your mom can be so scary sometimes,” Another voice spoke in a monotone, as if she hardly cared. That was high school for you; half of the time, no one cared.

“I know! What did she expect me to do? Farm?”

Keep reading

Do you have school-aged children?

I am a teacher. I’ve been a teacher for nearly twelve years. I’ve seen a huge number of education changes happen during this time, but I am worried about what is happening in education right now - and I am not sure that the general public are aware of the extent of the difficulties we face.

Let me start by saying that I am not concerned about my pay. I don’t want more money. I am not asking for your concern about my wages.

What I am concerned about are the cuts that the Conservative government are making to education - huge, life-changing cuts that are having a detrimental effect on the mental health and well-being of a massive number of children and young people.

This is going to be long, but if you have children, please bear with me and read to the end.

1. The new GCSE system

Michael Gove started his annihilation of the A*-G GCSE system back in 2010, and this year we see the first string of examinations take place. “More rigour” was the battle cry. However, did you know that the new GCSE English Literature exam - including the poetry exam, requiring study of an anthology of 15 poems - is closed-book? This means that no student will be given a copy of the text in their exam - not even SEND (special educational needs and disabilities) students, many of which have recall and memory problems.

The GCSE English Language exam uses extracts from heritage texts that carry a reading age of approximately 17. The average reading age of a GCSE-level student is 14. So why are we asking our students to read and analyse texts that are aimed at someone with a reading age 3 years above their own? Some of my students have a reading age of 9. They cannot in any way access the papers. In addition to this, the papers are up to 2hrs and 15mins long, often with a high number of questions - the Edexcel GCSE English Language paper 2 is equivalent to a mark a minute. I am seeing students who want to succeed breaking down as they simply cannot fit it all in - to understand and then interpret a text in such a small amount of time is extremely difficult for some students, and so what we are seeing is an increasing number of students switching off from their education as they simply write themselves off as ‘stupid’. You can see the Edexcel GCSE papers for English language here: https://qualifications.pearson.com/content/dam/pdf/GCSE/English%20Language/2015/specification-and-sample-assesment/GCSE-English-Lang-SAMs.pdf

I can only speak for English as it is my subject, but what I know is in existence across the whole curriculum is this: the Conservative government and Ofqual have released a new 9-1 grading system - but have only just, one month before GCSE exams commence, launched any real model of what each grade looks like. For the last two years, teachers have been working to help students achieve grades without knowing what those grades look like. We were told that a 9 was an “A**”, reserved for the top 3% of the country, and we were told that a “good pass” would be a 5 and equivalent to a high C/low B, and that a 1 would be equivalent to a G, but that’s it. Last month, they even changed that - making the new “good pass” a 4 for students - but to add insult to injury, kept the “good pass” at a 5 for schools when being graded for league tables.

Confused yet? Imagine working in it.

We still don’t know how the new GCSEs are going to be graded. We probably won’t know for sure until after the exams. The Conservative government are talking about “rigour” whilst simultaneously asking us to teach a system that has such little “rigour” that nobody even knows what a student needs to do to achieve a 9 grade.

Schools are in disarray as they know one thing to be true - if their GCSE results are bad, Ofsted will swoop in, prepared to announce them as “requiring improvement”. This will happen despite the fact that even though we have repeatedly asked for clearer guidance and clarification on exactly what we can do to help students achieve the best they can, we have not been given anything. Nothing at all.

The goalposts are *still* moving, even now - and some of your children are sitting these exams in less than a month.

We are risking entering a time where the Key Stage 4 curriculum consists of teaching to the test and not much else. This goes against everything that most teachers stand for. Teaching to the test is boring. It doesn’t help students to love their subjects; it kills any enthusiasm they ever had. Last week, I had a 90-minute discussion with my GCSE English group about whether Hyde (from Stevenson’s story) was really a person. It ended with the students asserting that Hyde was never a person; he was not even a personality - Hyde was simply an excuse. These GCSE students - aged 15 - critically evaluated the novel and its interpretations, deciding that Jekyll and Hyde is actually a story about choice, rather than split personalities or hidden evil. It was incredible. I walked away worried that I’d wasted an hour and a half of exam practice. This should not be happening.

2. Excessive Testing at Ages 7 and 11

I am going to give my professional opinion on this, as someone who works at the chalkface: these exams are completely arbitrary and do not test the skills required for success at GCSE and in adult life.

This year, I had a cohort of Year 7 students arrive at my school having not written a proper story for over a year. They knew what a fronted adverbial was, and how to spot an internal clause, and even what a preposition was - but when I set them a task to write a story, they broke down and cried. They cried. I asked them to write a story - something that should be incredibly enjoyable and an adventure, regardless of your level of ability or need - and they couldn’t do it. They knew the nuts and bolts, sure - but had no idea how to put them together in any meaningful way. They had ideas, but no confidence.

My year 7 cohort had some of the highest SATs scores we could have hoped for - many of them with scaled scores of 115 and higher (scaled scores go from 80-120, with 100 as an 'average’), but their first creative writing piece was a huge failure, and I felt like a failure. We’ve since done a huge amount of work on story writing and creative motivation to develop their confidence and bring their marks up, but this has taken time from us that could have been used to develop their analytical skills, to develop their use of imagery and tone, to help them become more critical thinkers. I should not be teaching students how to piece a story together at secondary school.

I completely agree that students need to leave primary school 'secondary ready’. However, I do not think that testing students’ ability to identify grammatical items over their ability to compose a creative piece is the best way to do it. It only increases student anxieties when they arrive at secondary school only to find that they have no idea how to approach their secondary-level subjects.

I have a firm belief that testing students does not make them better learners. What should be happening is this: teachers should be being given the freedom to develop their students’ motivation, creativity, critical thinking, enthusiasm and, most of all, their passion. Students with passion always, always succeed.

This Conservative government seem to think that “rigour” means taking education decisions out of the hands of teachers. Michael Gove - a journalist - started this course of action. He criticised us when we told him it would not work, and pressed ahead regardless.

Multiple studies have shown that the mental health of children is suffering under this government. This has been known as far back as 2015: http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/over-focus-on-exams-causing-mental-health-problems-and-self-harm-among-pupils-study-finds-10368815.html with 90% of teachers agreeing that SATs preparation is harming students’ mental health: https://www.tes.com/news/school-news/breaking-news/nine-10-teachers-believe-sats-preparation-harms-childrens-mental

3. Grammar Schools

We do not need grammar schools. We don’t. If we increase funding to all state schools to a level reflective of needs, allow teachers to develop a ‘grammar curriculum’ (lots of extra-curricular, increase independence of teachers), give schools ‘grammar resources and invest in better pastoral care (decent behaviour interventions that selective grammars don’t need) then we won’t need grammar schools. Don’t let Theresa May fool you.

The Conservative government say that working class students need a decent chance to succeed, and so she wants to build grammar schools above investing in local state-run facilities? Riiiiight. It’s a clear fact that house prices in catchment areas are higher. It’s a clear fact that middle-class families usually spend on tutoring and so more middle-class children get into grammar schools.

Why do we need to build more schools when we can just give more money to existing ones?

It’s easy to improve a school. Stop cutting funding and invest in decent support services. Which leads me to…

4. Cuts to Funding

When I entered teaching in 2005, most classes had a learning support assistant (you may know them as a TA). These people were incredibly important - they worked with SEND students, BESD (behavioural, social and emotional difficulties) students, assisted with students who had been absent or were having trouble accessing the curriculum and they did this on minimal pay, with minimal complaint. I once taught a class where two girls, twins, had complex SEND needs, spoke no English, could speak Arabic and German but couldn’t read it, and had no social skills. My TA was incredible, and she developed a whole scheme of picture-based activities for them to help them become happy, capable members of society.

This government have cut spending on education to the point where these TAs are rare, or simply don’t exist.

Now, teachers are asked to develop the progress and achievement of these students alone. If your child is dyslexic, they no longer have the ‘luxury’ of a TAs attention or time – instead, it is their teacher’s job to accommodate them. Believe me, this is something we want to do. If we had the ability, we’d break off a little bit of ourselves and sit with them as much as we could. However, the average class size is 30, and this is impossible. We are told we are failing when our most vulnerable students do not achieve, but when you have 30 students, it’s not always easy to give every vulnerable student the time you wish to give. TAs allowed every student to progress and achieve as they allowed the class teacher time to develop clear schemes of work that could be worked on separately to the class, alongside the main learning. Now, dyslexic students are at the hands of often newly-qualified teachers who are still developing their differentiation skills and do not always have the time or resources to make good things happen. This is a direct result of funding cuts.

This isn’t just about SEND students, either. The excessive cuts to education mean that many schools are now in a situation where they are considering making cuts in the curriculum and getting rid of specific subjects, usually the arts: http://www.independent.co.uk/news/education/education-news/education-schools-struggling-financially-axing-gcse-a-level-courses-cutting-class-trips-headteachers-a7620931.html

Students today are being denied the opportunity to access the arts – the subjects that make them well-rounded thinkers, evaluative learners and creative, motivated individuals. I find it hard to stomach that due to excessive Conservative cuts, students are going to miss out on drama class, or art class, or music. That they may never know the joy of a school play, or what it feels like to be told to make their own song, or to find their groove when looking at characters in Shakespeare. Why the arts? Well, because they don’t add “rigour” – the new E-Bacc asks schools to focus on students getting English, maths, science, a language and a humanities subject – there is no requirement for arts. When you’re a cash-strapped school and you face a poor Ofsted report if your results are bad, why would you waste time and money on a qualification that, to the government, doesn’t count? These decisions are being made every damn day, because the government have headteachers over a barrel. You must succeed. You must get above average pass rates (which is in itself ridiculous; there will always be half below average). You must push out students with E-Baccs. If you don’t, we will academise you.

Are we here to provide exam factories that churn out identikit students? We’ve already seen a cut in vocational qualifications and a rise in mandatory GCSE resits in English and Maths. Therefore, if your daughter has her heart set on becoming a mechanic, she may not have the opportunity to even access a course until she is 18 – in the past, she could have done this at age 14, by choosing a vocational mechanic course as an ‘option’ – but hey-ho, these have been cut. Instead, she will have to do the same GCSEs as everyone else, and if she can’t get that “good pass” in English, well, then she’ll just have to resit. And if she doesn’t get the “good pass” the next time, well, she’ll just have to resit again. Until she is old enough to walk away. Why are we putting our students through this? Why aren’t we nurturing a child’s natural enthusiasm?

I taught a GCSE class back in 2009. It was a ‘bottom set’ class; they made my life hell but overall, were decent kids who just hated English, one of only two subjects they did at school as the rest of the time they were out doing vocational courses. They mainly got Ds in English, despite my best efforts. One own his own garage now. One runs her own hairdressing business. One builds motorbikes. One runs his own farm. Nowadays, these students wouldn’t stand a chance.

Cuts also affect the level of pastoral support that exists in schools. The best schools invest clearly in the wellbeing of their students by providing them with mentors, non-teaching year leaders, behaviour liaison officers and pastoral teams. Remember ‘Educating Essex’? Those ladies in the office who worked with the kids to get them back into class and enjoying education? Those are the important people. Those are the ones we are losing.

To end this massive rant, I want to point you towards the amazing-yet-horrifying website ‘School Cuts’ – www.schoolcuts.org.uk. It allows you to look at any school in the country and see the level of cuts, with a calculation of how many teachers it is equivalent to. I don’t think many people in the UK really understand what we are up against here. Here are a few figures that mean something to me:

Hove Park School, Brighton & Hove: -£940,335 in cuts – equivalent to 25 teachers or -£659 per pupil

The Burgess Hill Academy (formerly Oakmeeds Community College), Sussex: -£273,426 / 7 teachers / -£340 per pupil

Bridgemary Community School, Gosport: -£421,065 / 12 teachers / -£797 per pupil

Sir Thomas Boteler CofE High School, Warrington: -£132,685 / 4 teachers / -£211 per pupil

Durrington High School, Worthing: -£474,491 / 13 teachers / -£274 per pupil

This is horrifying. These cuts mean that your children are absolutely not getting the education they need or deserve – all thanks to apparently “unavoidable” cuts made by a government who have already cut corporation tax, can afford themselves an 11% pay rise, can reduce inheritance tax and make allowances for the very rich.

I know that you may not like the leaders of the other parties very much. I understand that Brexit plays a part. However, students are arriving to school hungry, and we no longer have the funds to provide for them. We are being forced by this government to pressure students through a horrific, class-led system that discriminates against anyone with educational needs and that none of us agree with - and changes to strike laws mean that we can’t even protest it the way we want to. Brexit is happening, for now. Don’t be blinded by May. She wants you to be blinkered and she wants you to ignore the massive demolition of education. Don’t give her what she wants.

A vote for the Conservative government is a vote that gives them a mandate to ruin the lives of young people today - unless Conservative voters work with us to stop these cuts. I urge you – please look at the schoolcuts website, please take in just how much is being cut from your local area and PLEASE look at the other parties’ policies on education. Challenge your Conservative MP. Ask them to fight for change too. This is an issue that does not need to be red or blue!

Teachers should control education. Not politicians.

If your school is striking this term, please understand that we never want to deprive anyone of education. Strikes are always a last resort and always happen when we are not being listened to. The media will try to spin it and tell you we are all selfish misers who want better pay. We don’t. We want an end to a broken and corrupt system that exploits children and benefits the rich - that is all. Support your local schools, help out where you can - and vote for a party who will bring the humanity back to education.

—  Okay, I know I haven’t posted in a while and this post is incredibly long. However for the last week I have been studying and preparing for my mock exams, around 5 hours each night. Want to know why I’m studying for so long for MOCKS because everything we need to learn is incredibly long, we have to learn a Shakespeare play plus a 19th century novella and everything else. I am a dyslexic student and the closed-book exams are ridiculous, ever heard the quote “you can’t judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree” this is what they are doing. This status is making its way around Facebook after a teacher called Rebecca Bradley posted it highlighting what’s going on. It’s seriously messed up and needs to change not just the GCSE’s but budgeting.

anonymous asked:

msr headcanon: Scully takes Mulder to her high school reunion pretending he's her husband bc she's embarrassed that she's one of the only people of her class that isn't already married

Reunited
by mldrgrl
Rated PG
Summary: This isn’t totally what you wanted, Anon, I’m sorry, but it’s the only way I can see it.

From time to time, mail still arrived at the house for Scully.  Technically, it arrived at the PO Box Mulder maintained where they used to collect their mail, but it had been his alone for two years.  At first, he used the trickle of mail that came through to call her, knowing full well it was mostly junk she’d never want, but it was the only legitimate excuse he had for awhile.  It had been quite awhile since her name showed up in his PO Box, but he didn’t need excuses anymore since he saw her nearly every day at work.

He brought her the Alumni Newsletter she received with a cup of coffee.  She thanked him for both, took a sip of the coffee, and then through the newsletter in the trash after a mere glance.

“You’re not going to read it?” Mulder asked, retrieving the sealed booklet from the trash can.

“A high school newsletter?  I don’t think I’ve ever read one.”

“Hm.”  Mulder ripped the circle of tape holding the pages together and opened it up.  “Rosalee O’Brien hyphen Bingham, senior class president, announces the 35th reunion for the graduates of the class-”

“I know what year I graduated,” she said, reaching across his desk to take the newsletter back.  “No need to remind me.”

“You don’t want to go?  It’s in…” Mulder paused and held the newsletter up and away from Scully’s searching fingers.  “June.”

“We don’t know where we’ll be in June.  A case could come up.”

“Never heard of personal time?”

Unable to grab the newsletter, Scully crossed her arms.  “Mulder, you wouldn’t know personal time if it walked through the door and bit you on the ass.”

“Well, things change.”  He gave her the newsletter which she folded and put in her briefcase.

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Zach Dempsey #3

Request: Request: Can you make and imagine which Zach is depressed after Hannah’s death (being a reason of her death) and all these secret stuff, reader is taking care of him like a little baby and make him happy as always. Zach is so happy to have her in his life and saying this often. thanks xx

A/N: You guys are seriously crazy. Thank you so much for 325 follower already.
I love you! xx

If you ever feel depressed, please reach out to someone. As soon as you start talking, it will get better! I promise!

Originally posted by livingbadmemories


These tapes.
These goddamn tapes.
I get why Hannah did what she did and how these tapes are part of it but still.
They cause nothing but trouble for everyone.

Especially now that Clay has them.
Everyone’s freaking out and I have no idea how long it will take until everything goes down.

And the fact that Zachary Shan-Yung Dempsey, the boy that I love more than anything in this world, was on tape seven on this tapes makes everything even harder.
As soon as he realized Hannah recorded these tapes he told me everything.
Starting with the night at Rosie’s after Marcus stood her up, over that Dollar Valentine thing, right up to the compliment bag and the letter.
Shortly after I found out about everyone else as well.
Justin. Alex. Jessica. Marcus. And most importantly: About Bryce.
It was a shock but it happened and being miserable over it wouldn’t help anyone.
So I accepted the fact and carried part of Zach’s guilt with me.

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Special Edition Young Jump GOLD Vol. 1: Aqours Mini-Interviews

Voice of Takami Chika
Belonging to CYaRon!

Inami Anju

Born on February 7. Height 157cm. Blood type B.
Nickname = Anchan

Q. What’s your favorite Aqours song?
“‘Kimi no Kokoro wa Kagayaiteru Kai?’! It’s Aqours’ 1st single, so it’s the song of our beginning.”

Q. Why did you become a voice actress, and what are your current ambitions?
“The same voice actresses performed as different characters in different works, and I was interested in being able to go to a lot of places and time periods. I want to share in the regular experience of ‘fun’ together with everyone as Aqours!”


Voice of Matsuura Kanan
Belonging to AZALEA

Suwa Nanaka

Born on November 2. Height 157cm. Blood type unknown.
Nickname = Suwawa

Q. What’s your favorite Aqours song?
“Aqours’ newest single ‘HAPPY PARTY TRAIN’. It’s a song with Kanan as the center, and it also voices a lot of my feelings.”

Q. Why did you become a voice actress, and what are your current ambitions?
"After I saw Hidamari Sketch, I started aiming to become a voice actress. I also liked foreign dramas, so I wanted to perform more as many types of characters.”


Voice of Kurosawa Dia
Belonging to AZALEA

Komiya Arisa

Born on February 5. Height 163cm. Blood type B.
Nickname = Arisha

Q. What’s your favorite Aqours song?
“‘Todokanai Hoshi da to Shite mo’. The title is like that of a ballad, but it’s a rock song, and I like that gap.”

Q. Why did you become a voice actress, and what are your current ambitions?
"I learned about this genre while acting and dubbing for Tokumei Sentai Go-Busters. From now on, I want to go and continue working hard in live-action filming, anime and gravure.”


Voice of Sakurauchi Riko
Belonging to Guilty Kiss

Aida Rikako

Born on August 8. Height 150cm. Blood type O.
Nickname = Rikyako

Q. What’s your favorite Aqours song?
“‘Kimi no Kokoro wa Kagayaiteru Kai?’, our debut song. I think that it’s a really positive and fresh song that symbolizes Aqours.”

Q. Why did you become a voice actress, and what are your current ambitions?
"I came across the work of a voice actress through Gintama, and I wanted to become a voice actress. I want to continue acting without deviating from my core as a voice actress.”


Voice of Ohara Mari
Belonging to Guilty Kiss

Suzuki Aina

Born on July 23. Height 147cm. Blood type unknown.
Nickname = Ainya

Q. What’s your favorite Aqours song?
“‘Mattete Ai no Uta’, Aqours’ first ballad. Within Aqours’ cast, there’s a lot of us with ‘Ai’ in our names too!”

Q. Why did you become a voice actress, and what are your current ambitions?
"I wanted to become an anisong singer, so I entered this world. I want my singing to reach more and more people as Aqours!”


Voice of Kurosawa Ruby
Belonging to CYaRon!

Furihata Ai

Born on February 19. Height 148cm. Blood type B.
Nickname = Furirin (Artisan)

Q. What’s your favorite Aqours song?
“I really like the intro of ‘Yume Kataru yori Yume Utaou’, so I listen to it a lot.”

Q. Why did you become a voice actress, and what are your current ambitions?
"My friend said to me, ‘Your voice resembles that character’s’, so I got an interest in voice actors, then I wanted to try to dub by myself. I want to become a voice actress who surprises people with the gap between me and my characters!”


Voice of Tsushima Yoshiko
Belonging to Guilty Kiss

Kobayashi Aika

Born on October 23. Height 155cm. Blood type O.
Nickname = Aikyan

Q. What’s your favorite Aqours song?
“‘Waku-Waku-Week!’! The energy of the Uranohoshi Girls’ High School 1st years squeezes into you.”

Q. Why did you become a voice actress, and what are your current ambitions?
"Auditioning for Aqours was a chance for me to enter into voice-acting work, so I faced my strong feelings of ‘I’ll start with this’. I won’t let go of whatever opportunity I have, and I want to do any job with my all.”


Translation: Dyrea
QC: @yujachachacha

The other two can be found here courtesy of shukamod (@saitou-shuka)!

What Was That

-not requested-

a/n; I have the feels for Monty so, here you go

Word Count: 637

Pairing: Montgomery De La Cruz X Reader


Y/N’s P.O.V

I pushed the gymnasium door open, anger and sadness rushing through me. The girls stopped their cheerleading practice, being the only people in here aside from some guys who came to watch, well, because they’re guys, you know how they are. 

“Sherri, you bitch.” I hissed, feeling my eyes burn with tears, she looked shocked by my language. “Y/N, girl, whats wrong?” She tried to place a hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off instantly. “You knocked that stop sign down,” her eyes widened, “and you didn’t tell anyone, you left it like that-” “Y/N, don’t please.” She tried to stop me but I through my hands up in the air. 

“Y/N!” Monty called from the bleachers, “babe.” He started making his way down them, I knew I was making a fool of myself, but I don’t care. I’m breaking, hell, I broke the second I saw her face. “Because of you, my-my brother’s dead!” I snapped, a couple of girls gasped, looking at Sherri with confused faces. 

“Jesus, Y/N.” Now Monty was speed walking over to me, reaching me quickly, I didn’t look away from her as he placed a hand on my shoulder. “Y/N, who told you that?” She tried to fake innocence, “that’s a horrible rumor.” She added. I shook my head furiously, taking a step forward, she seemed to tense. “Y/N-” “Monty, please just shut up.” I sighed, his hand disappeared. “You really want to know who told me? Or do you already know?” I whispered harshly to her. 

Sherri finally figured out how I knew, Hannah Baker. “But you’re not on the tapes.” She mumbled, I rolled my eyes. “Alex is, and he’s my best friend, you think he wouldn’t tell me why my brother died!” “Alright, babe, that’s enough.” Monty quite literally pulled me away from her, straight out of the gym as I stayed quiet. 

Once we entered the hallway, which was empty, it was an after-school practice, he looked at me. Most people expect him to be some stone cold jerk, which he is, if he doesn’t care about you. “Y/N, what was that?” And that’s all it took for me to loose it. His eyes widened slightly, he’s only ever seen me cry once, and that was at Jeff’s funeral, but I pulled myself together then, because I didn’t want anyone to see me like this. 

But I don’t have the energy anymore. 

I stepped forward, wrapping my arms around his neck, holding on to him for dear life. He tensed for a moment, as if this is something he’s never dealt with, which I’m sure is true, he’s not exactly the type that sticks with a girl to the point of seeing her cry. But I was different, that’s what he told me, and my brother when he was hesitant about us going out. 

He moved over to the wall and started sitting down, pulling me with him, it looked as if he had been holding me bridal style and then sat down with me. His fingers got tangled in my hair as he pushed it away from my face, kissing my forehead lightly. “I’m sorry.” I mumbled, moving my head back, looking at him for a moment. He shook his head slowly, “it’s okay.” His shoulders shrugged, almost going unnoticed.

“Can we not talk about what I just said in there?” I asked softly when I saw him looking at me for a moment, his mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something. “Yeah.” He leaned his head back against the wall, watching as I dabbed under my eyes, trying to salvage whatever makeup I have left, sighing, he raised his hand and wiped it away. “Montgomery.” I deadpanned, but it made me crack a smile, so in his mind, he succeeded.

Both Locked In

A/N: i don’t do smut, so don’t ask || enjoy ♥

Fandom: Disney Descendants

Boy: Jay

Word Count: 1,335

Warning(s): Fluff

“Why’d you lock the door?”

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Student Council Prez [7]

Episode 6 - Episode 7 - Episode 7.5 OR Episode 8
Words: 7.7k
Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, High School!Au

“Asshole demon…” You mumble under your breath as you’re hauling the trash bins out to the curb. You’re sweating with dirt stains on your cheeks, arms aching from scrubbing the counters and feet painfully sore.

Just as you’re taking a long breath, dusting off your hands, a loud screech rings in your ears. “LOOK OUT!”

One moment you’re on your feet and the next you’re on the ground with your head spinning, the trash bins fallen over onto you with banana peels and leftovers in your hair. “What the fuck?!”

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Jealous Part 3

Series Masterlist

Warning: Almost smut

Notes: This is the final part… of book one! Book two is coming out on Wednesday! My own masterlist is coming out tomorrow!

Tags: @thefandomplague @amylillian22 @wheres-mccall (pls comment if you want to be tagged in the next book too :))


You woke up the next day, feeling the warmth of someone beside you. You turn your head to see Liam cuddling with you and sleeping. You gently touch his face, trying to not wake him up. He stirs a bit, snuggling closer to you, before opening his eyes.

“Good morning.” You whisper. He smiles.

“Good morning.”

“Did you sleep well?” He nods. 

“Your bed is really comfortable.” 

“You’re so cute when you sleep.” Liam blushes. His heart beat quickens and he suddenly gets up.

“Where are you going?” 

“I, ah, got to go home and get ready for school.” You get off your bed.

“Wait stay, you can borrow Scott’s clothes.”

“No thanks. I had a good time last night. Thank you.” he says before rushing out. A part of you felt sad that he left you. You wanted him to stay longer. You sigh as you get ready for school.

Outside your house, Liam felt stupid by leaving you in there like that. He could have given you an explanation. But he panicked. His heart beat quickened and at the moment he figured out why everything was happening the way it was. He was falling in love with you. And he was supposed to hate you. 


Scott had offered to give you a ride to school that day.

“I rather ride Stiles’ jeep, instead of your motorcycle.” You teased your brother. He frowned.

“Okay I’m joking. I love you.” Scott smiles again before giving you your helmet.

“What did you do after I walked in on you and Liam kissing?”

“I showed him some pictures of when we were little. And we weren’t kissing! We were just extremely close to each other!”

“Yup, that’s a totally good explanation. He stayed over right?”

“Yes.” 

“And did you guys do anything…?”

“No we just cuddled.” Scott made his ‘awh otp’ face as he parks in the school parking lot.  

“Speaking of Liam, there he is! Hey Liam!” Scott shouts. Liam looks in your direction, spots Scott and waves. But surprisingly, once his eyes lands on you, his expression changes and he looks away. 

“Well, that was weird.” He says as the two of you enter the school building. 

“yea yea, bye Scott.” You wave goodbye at him as you split ways. When you enter class, Liam was not at his usual seat, beside you. It was Corey.

“Corey, what are you doing here?”

“Learning.” He says sarcastically. You laugh.

“Of course you are.”

“By the way, the chimera pack are going to the Eichen house to ‘save lydia’ today.” You nod.

“Weird, why would you guys want a banshee?”

“I don’t know, ask Theo. You’re the only one who can talk to him like he’s a person.” You giggle.

“Then how do you guys talk to him?”

“I’m scared of him.” You laugh loudly. 

“Cor, you’re the greatest friend ever. Mason is lucky to have you.” You pack him on the back before turning your attention to the teacher who had just come in. 

“Thanks. I’m gonna ruin your mood, but Liam forced me to sit here. Not that I mind.” You frown and look at where Liam was sitting. 

“Mr. Dunbar, please move back to your regular seat, please.” The teacher sees the change in seating. Liam groans and gets up. 

“See ya.” Corey whispers as he gets up too. Liam takes the seat beside you. 

“hey Li.” You whisper as the teacher starts teaching. You got no reply from him.

Liam weakened at the sound of your voice, but he couldn’t dare look at you. He couldn’t fall in love with someone like you. He was way out of your league. And he thought you were in love with Theo. 

He was wrong.


The past few days have been torture for you. Not only have your teachers have been giving you assignments, but Liam has been avoiding and ignoring you. You gave up on trying to talk to him as he just wouldn’t answer you. You talked to everyone but him. However, somewhere in your heart, you wanted to talk to Liam again. 

You listened to your heart for once and followed Liam after school. He went to lacrosse practice and you sat at the bleachers, pretending you were studying and watching your brother. With your presence, Liam just kept failing. After practice, you waited outside the locker room. When a lot of the boys left. You stood in front of the door. You hesitated for a bit

Finally, after 5 minutes of hesitation, you, confidently, enter the boys locker room, and thankfully, nobody other than Liam was in there. You find your way towards Liam to realize that he’s shirtless. Liam senses your presence and tenses up.

“Hey Liam. Have you been avoiding me lately?” You say, looking anywhere but his back. His muscular back

“I don’t know, have you been ignoring me lately?” He snaps.

“What the f*ck? Why the f*ck are you snapping at me?” You counter snap back.

“Why do you care? Don’t you have someone else to talk to? Like Theo? The one who tried to kill your brother?”

“Are you jealous?” You ask without thinking.

“NO. I’M NOT JEALOUS OF YOU.” Liam yells.

“God, Liam you don’t have to yell.” He turns around to face you, revealing his toned body. You blush and quickly look away from his abs. 

“How do you not understand?” He asks quietly.

“I don’t understand you! I mean, all we did was kiss twice and you’ve been avoiding me ever since! What’s going on? You haven’t spoken to me or insulted me in weeks! I miss making fun of you, and I miss it when you make fun of me! I miss you!”

“That’s the problem! We kissed twice and you act like nothing ever happened. Like you didn’t feel anything from it. Like it wasn’t a big deal! Well, It’s a big deal to me. How could you not see that I’m f*cking in love with you but you’re always with him!” You jaw drops as what he just said. Liam puts on a shirt. Liam was in love with you? Then you realized something. You feel the same way. You open your mouth to say something but he interrupts you.

“I get it, you don’t like me. You’re in love with Theo, just like when you were little. I hope you’re happy with him. Because I will never be.” He says before storming off, leaving you speechless. Tears formed in your eyes as he slam the door behind you. 

After a while, you left the locker room sadly and bumped into Theo.

“Princess? What are you still doing here? Have you been crying?” He asks. 

“Liam… is in love with me. And he thinks I’m in love with you.”

“And you’re not?”

“I mean I like you, as a friend. I think you’re cute. But-”

“I like you Y/n. I like you a lot. But I don’t want to lose you for a third time. So I’m not gonna fight for your love. I’m gonna let you go. I don’t want our friendship to be ruined.” He says, smiling sadly.

“I understand.”

“And I’m guessing you figured out that you feel the same way about Liam as he does to you?” You nod.

“He went straight to assumptions. I’m pretty sure he hates me now.”

“Oh come here. He will never hate you. You’re Y/n McCall. Sister of Beacon Hills’ true Alpha.” He hugs you. 

“Can I stay over tonight?” You mumble. 

“of course Princess. Pick you up at 8.” 

From across the hallway, Liam Dunbar watches the two of you hug. He was right. You were in love with Theo, or so he thought.


“Scott I’m going to Theo’s!” You yell from your room.

“No! Tomorrow’s the plan day.” He yells back.

“Do whatever you want, but don’t hurt T too much!” You yell back at him before walking out of your room.

“Fine stay safe!” Scott hesitantly yells back. You leave and get into Theo’s truck. 

“Any problems?” Theo asks, referring to Scott. You shake you head.

When you guys reached his house, You quickly ran up into the bedroom, falling onto his comfortable bed. You came by once a week to cuddle and talk. 

“Babe, Cuddles?” Theo asks, once he made it up to the room. You nod. Theo gets into position and you lay on his shoulder.

“This might be our last cuddle day together.” You whisper. 

“I know. That’s we have to hold each other tightly for the rest of the night.” You turn around to face him. 

“No matter what happens tomorrow, I’m still going to love you and you’re still gonna be my best friend.” Your eyes flicker down to his lips

“God I love you Y/n.” He states before his lips touch yours. It moved in sync. He bit on your lower lip, causing you gasp and allowing his tongue to wander around your mouth. His hands made it down from your hips down to your thighs. He played with the hem of your pants. Your hands traveled down his chest to the end of his shirt, pulling it up. He followed you and took off his shirt. 

“God you’re beautiful.” He mumbles out as he pulls down your pants, kissing your neck.

“God, T, You’re so handsome.” You moan back. Theo has found your weak spot and continuously sucks on it, making you moan.

“I know you don’t want to do it, But can we at least cuddle naked?” He asks. You nod. He pulls up your shirt and you help him take it off. Your hands travel to his pants, unzipping them and pulling them down with the help of him. He falls back on the back and you turn to face him.

“You have no idea how much of a boner you’ve given me.” He smirks. You smile.

“I love you T, and if anything happens tomorrow, I’ll miss you.” You say kissing his nose. 

“I’ll miss you too.” He says, kissing your lips. A tear falls out of his eyes and you wipe it away. Theo wraps his arms around you, and for the last time, you fell asleep in Theo Raeken’s arms.

Down in the bushes outside the house, hid Liam Dunbar again. He listened into your entire conversation, including the kissing. He could prove it now. You were completely in love Theo and he knew it. But he still got it wrong. (why is liam being a stalker?)


“God oh God Lydia.” You say as your mom injects the needle into Lydia’s wound. Liam faints on the floor beside you. You glance at Scott who is quick to pick Liam up. You follow your brother and help Liam up. The injection has finished and the five of you head out the hospital, you supporting Lydia. Scott gives something to Stiles. He walks off. 

In the tunnels, you were behind everyone. Water was spreading on the floor. Liam notices and jumps, pushing Lydia to safety but forgetting about you. Just as the water touches your shoe, you are shoved away.

“Y/n. Stay out of the way.” Theo says before pulling Lydia up and into an opening. Scott manages to catch her but Theo stabs him with kanima venom, and he lets go. The sound of the beast comes down the hallway and around the corner, right in front of you. The beast pushes you out of the way, stabbing you in the process. You groan in pain as you fall down against the wall. The sound of you screaming in pain, causes Theo to lose concentration of what he was doing. The beast pushed him away and a big bad werewolf named Deucalion came by and broke his neck. Recovering, Liam comes and helps you up.

“You lied to me.”

“That’s right.” Deuc says. He starts to walk away with Scott, but he gets shot down by Gerard. Chris and Gerard exchange a few words. You look at Theo.

“Babygirl, I love you.” He mouths. You pull away from Liam and kiss Theo.

“I love you too T.” You whisper as Liam pulls you away with force, causing you tumble back. Scott catches you and glares at Liam. You see that Scott is now carrying the cane

“Liam, be careful!” Liam rolls his eyes and puts his arm around your waist to support you while blood oozes out of your cut. You look at Liam.

“Stop looking at me.” He snaps, You flinch at the sound of his voice. After a while, Sebastian bumps into the three of you, quickly noticing the cane Scott was holding.

“Excuse me, I think that belongs to me.” He reaches out to grab it, but Scott steps back. Sebastian lands his eyes on you and your injury and he walks towards you and Liam. Liam’s grip tightens. As the beast raises his claws to stab you again. Liam wolfs out to protect you. You fall on the floor and get to a safer place. You sit there watching Scott and Liam attacking the beast but failing miserably. After a few knock downs, Sebastian manages to grab hold of Scott’s neck, choking him. His claws stab the back of his neck. There is a sudden pause.

“Marie-Jeanne?” The beast mumbles out, losing his grip on Scott so he can escape. At that moment, Kira and Lydia walk in.

“Mason!” She shouts. Sebastian turns towards Lydia and starts to become beast form.

“I think you should try a little bit louder.” Kira states.

“MASON!!” Lydia’s banshee scream hits the beast and Mason falls out of the blue. Corey, becoming visible, catches him. The rest of the beast travels down the hallway, into a flaming Parrish.

“Scott!” Parrish shouts as he stabs the beast. Scott Quickly grabs the cane and throws it like a javelin, right into the beast.

“Is everyone okay?” Scott asks, still in his werewolf form.

“Not everyone.” Theo shouts from somewhere. Everyone except you gathers. Kira quickly runs in front with her kitsune eyes. Theo shoots out a lighting bolt but Kira absorbs it with her sword.

“The skin walkers have a message for you. Your sister wants to see you.”  Kira says, in her kitsune voice as she shoves her sword into the ground creating a hole beneath Theo. There crawled out Tara, Theo’s sister. You got up and limped towards the crowd. 

“Y/N! Y/N! Scott! Help Me!” He yells. 

“No, No No! Scott!” You yell at your brother. Scott gave you an apologetic look with his alpha eyes.

“God dammit, Theo I love you. I always will” You whisper, knowing you would be unable to save your best friend. Liam turns to looks at you and you make eye contact. For the first time, you saw pain and heartbreak in Liam’s eyes. You quickly look away to see Theo fall down and the hole closes up. A tear falls out of your eye as you make your way to where the hole use to be.

“Theo, I’m sorry.” You say. And everything else became a blur. 

“Y/N!” You hear Liam shout faintly. You collapse, but Liam catches you. 

“No, Y/n. Stay with me please!” Everything went black.


“I can’t save her.” Deaton says looking at your unconscious body

“You have to!” Liam shouts, holding your hand tightly

“The only way is if Scott bites her. Then she would heal herself.” You groan, slowly opening your eyes to the light. 

“Y/n!” Liam shouts.

“Am I dying?” You turn to see Scott. 

“Yes, but if Scott bites you, you’ll survive.” Liam says, but you continue to look at Scott. I nod at him. He puts a worried look on his face before his eyes turn red. He growls. You grip onto Liam hands but suddenly he pulls away. Scott bites you. 

Two hours later, you are fully healed and now a werewolf. You get up to find Liam. You find him at the spot. 

“Dunbar.” He turns around. Your eyes glow amber. 

“McCall.” He states before turning back and looking down at Beacon Hills.

“I want to talk to you.”

“I’m sorry we took away the love of your life.” Liam says, not looking at you. You take a seat beside him.

“The love of my life is not down in hell, He’s somewhere else.” 

“Oh so you like someone else now?” Liam says, angrily. 

“You know Li,” Liam shivers at his nickname. “I gave you a lot of hot boys from our school.” Liam clenches his fists. “I missed one, that I didn’t say, do you  remember?”

“Yes, I remember that day.”

“Well, lemme give you a hint of who this mystery boy is. He’s a werewolf. And I met him one day at my house. We never got along. All we did was make fun of each other. Maybe during that time, I fell in love with him. But I had my own boyfriend. So I thought I loved my boyfriend. Until we broke up. And then my childhood friend came back. And this mystery guy, got jealous of me hanging out with him. Fast forward, this guy had a panic attack. And I was with him. So without thinking, I kissed him. For the first time, I felt like it was perfect. I realized that I’m completely in love with him. When I kissed him, that’s when everything changed. When I kissed this guy named Liam Dunbar, that’s when everything changed.” There was silence at first, as Liam had to process what he had just listened. Then he heard it. He turns to face you. (I love stydia)

“You’re in love with me?”

“It depends, are you still in love with me?” You joke.

“Always.” He kisses you and happily, you kiss back.

“You were never in love with Theo?” He mumbles when you break apart.

“Of course not, dummie.” You poke his nose and he slaps you away. He gets up and you follow.

“I thought you guys… did… you know.” Liam awkwardly says, avoiding eye contact. You laugh

“No! We didn’t do an- Wait how do you know that?” Liam grins and starts to run away.

“Liam come back here!” You chase him until your legs were tired, which was really quick. 

“Liam Dumbar!” You say his last name wrong on purpose. He turns towards you.

“What did you just call me?”

“I said, Liam Dunbar, stop being dumbar and come kiss me.” Liam runs up to you. You jump into his arms, kissing him. 

“I love you Y/n.”

“I love you too Li.”

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Originally posted by stormerwolflands

Skam week. Part 1.

Idea explained here.

You can find all the parts here.

MONDAY 9:10am

She wasn’t going to go to school. She couldn’t. She had already decided it. It was going to be difficult to convince her mom to let her stay but she had to, she couldn’t face them, not yet.

Sana had spent the whole weekend in her bedroom. She came home on Friday after spending more than an hour in the street trying to calm down, she didn’t want her mom to ask questions. But you can’t fool your mother and of course Mama Bakkoush had noticed that something was going on with her daughter the moment she had set one foot in her house. She wasn’t crying when she got home but she had been and her mom had noticed. She convinced her that it was nothing, just a little fight with one of her friends. Maybe her mom wasn’t fully convinced but she had let her go to her room without any more questions.

Elias didn’t come that night, or the next day. He called to say that he was staying at Adam’s. Sana knew exactly why he didn’t come. He was still angry at what had happened at the party and was trying to cool down. The Bakkoush siblings liked to isolate themselves when something happened to them.

When on Sunday, Elias had come home the first thing he did was trying to talk with Sana, but she had avoided him saying that she had a lot to study and didn’t have time to study.

Elias wasn’t stupid, and he knew his sister, he knew something was bugging her but he decided to give her space.

So on Monday morning when his mother asked him to go to the kitchen he already knew what it was about before entering the room.

“She doesn’t want to go to school Elias”

What? That doesn’t sound like Sana” he knew his sister liked going to school, even though she didn’t want to admit it

“That’s why I’m worried. You didn’t see her coming home on Friday. She clearly had been crying. Weren’t you with her on Friday? Do you know what happened to her?”

“She was crying? Why haven’t you told me that until now?” he asked

“You didn’t come home, remember?”

“I would’ve if I’d known my sister came home crying. And no I don’t know what happened to her. I saw her on Friday but we parted ways after awhile”

“I’m worried about her Elias, and she won’t talk to me.”

“Have you asked her?”

“Of course. She said she had a fight with a friend. But I think there’s more to it than that”

“I’ll talk to her”

 ——x—–

“Sana? Can I come in?” Elias knocked on the door, waiting for his sister to answer.

“I want to sleep Elias, leave me alone” Sana said from the inside

“I don’t care. I’m coming in”

He opened the door and found Sana still on the bed covered with the sheets.

“What are you doing?” he asked motioned to her

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Why aren’t you going to school today?”

“I’m not feeling well”

“Yeah, well, that’s bullshit. Mom told me about Friday. What happened to you?”

Elias approached the bed and sat on the edge of it forcing Sana to sit down too to leave him space.

“Argh, what do you want Elias?”

“I think I’ve made myself very clear. I want to know what happened to you on Friday. Who hurt you?”

“No one, I’m fine. I just feel sick, that’s all” she said without looking at him

“Is this about the fight? I know I shouldn’t have left you alone and I’m sorry. But I was out of control and it was better for me to leave, believe me”

“What was all of that about anyway? Why were you fighting?”

“It’s a long story, you wouldn’t understand”

“You think so? Who do you think invited Even? Who invited you?”

“You arranged the whole thing? Why? How do you know Even?”

“He’s my friend. So is Isak by the way, the guy one of you punched. And Mahdi, Jonas and Magnus, they’re my friends too. They all go to Nissen”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s not like you and I tell each other everything anymore is it? There’s a lot of things you’re not telling me either Elias. Like, what happened last Friday? Why were you drinking?”

“We’re not talking about me Sana. We’re talking about you and why were you crying on Friday and why haven’t you left your bedroom the whole weekend and why don’t you want to go to school?”

“I told mom, I had a fight with one of my friends”

“Who?”

“It doesn’t matter”

“It does matter. Whoever hurt you is going to listen to me, I don’t care who it is”

Sana couldn’t help to laugh at the irony of that sentence. If only Elias knew that the one that had hurt her the most was his best friend, mr. perfect.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Nothing, it’s just that is funny seeing you getting all worked up about a fight with my friends.”

“I don’t see how it’s funny. I told you, if you’re sad, I’m sad, if you’re angry, I’m angry.”

“Thank you Elias. But it was just girls stuff, my friends preferring the party girls over me. That’s all. After the fight I entered the place I heard some stuff about my friends and left. And I don’t want to see them today, but I’ll do it tomorrow” she said hoping that it would be enough for him to leave her alone.

“That’s it? Nothing else happened?” Elias asked frowning.

“Why are you surprised?”

“Well, I’m not a genius like you but I do know how to count. And I left the fight with three boys, not four. One was missing. I thought maybe he had stayed with you. You know, Yousef.”

Sana’s stomach sank when she heard that name. She had been trying to avoid it during the whole conversation. She thought she had already convinced Elias to let it go, but of course he had to say that name. Sana could feel her heart beating fast in her chest, her hands sweating, the tears threatening to come out.

“Sana? Why are you looking at me like that?” Elias said worried. He had noticed how Sana had gone pale as soon as he had mention Yousef. She could see the red on her eyes, she was about to cry. “What did he do?”

She couldn’t answer, the image of Yousef and Noora kissing came to her mind and as much as she had been fighting the tears, she started to cry.

“Sana, what the hell did he do to you? If he touched you I swear I…”

“No.” she said shaking her head compulsively.

Elias felt sick seeing his sister like that. He put an arm around her and brought her close to his chest.

“Shh. It’s okay. It’s okay Sana. Everything is going to be fine. But I need you to tell what he did. Because if he hurt you in any way he’s going to hear me”

“Please don’t.”

“Stop defending him. Look at you. You’re a mess and it’s his fault. Don’t tell me it’s not, I’ve seen the look in your eyes when I’ve mentioned his name. If you don’t tell me then I’ll ask him myself” he tried to stand up but Sana held on tight to his shirt forcing him to stay.

He nodded and hugged tighter.

“He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know he hurt me. And I don’t want him to know. Elias please.”

“Okay…but please tell me at least.”

“I don’t want to talk about it…Not today”

Fine, I won’t pressure you. But know that I’m here, okay?”

She nodded against his chest.

 —-x—–

She had fallen asleep like that, in her brother’s arm. When Elias noticed that she was sleeping he gently laid her on the bed and covered her with the sheets. He then left her room trying not to wake her up.

—x—-

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 MY HERO ACADEMIA SEASON 3 RELEASE DATE: BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA MANGA SPOILERS FOR MHA CHARACTERS LIKE DEKU

The My Hero Academia Season 3 release date can’t come any faster after the revelations in the recent Boku no Hero Academia Season 2 episodes. Not only will audiences learn more about how the quirk One For All functions, we get to watch Izuku Midoriya, aka “Deku,” take on the Hero Killer Stain, along with Shoto Todoroki and the revenge-seeking Tenya Iida. Fortunately, those who want to peek further ahead can get spoilers from the Boku no Hero Academia manga.

My Hero Academia Manga Has Enough Content For Boku no Hero Academia Season 3, 4, And Beyond

Manga series writer Kohei Horikoshi is a busy guy. Besides working on the manga and the anime, Horikoshi was also the writer for a My Hero Academia OVA called Training Of The Dead.” Back in June, the original video animation shipped with Boku no Hero Academia Volume 14 as part of the limited edition bundle.

As of this article’s publishing, Horikoshi is up to My Hero Academia Chapter 144, but he’s promised fans the manga will be a long-lasting series. In a 2016 interview, Horikoshi revealed that he has mapped out the entire story, but only 20 percent of the plot had been released so far. Since the writer passed the 100-chapter mark last year, this means fans might expect the series to total at least 500 chapters.

The manga will also have multiple sagas which shift the focus of the story. Although the series started as a high school manga, Horikoshi hopes to one day portray the main characters as adult professional heroes living on their own.

“I do find the idea of origin stories very fascinating, but it’s not something that is going to be focused solely on,” he said. “I also want to focus on their lives as an adult at some point. I want to touch upon stories akin to something American superheroes do…. When you’re an adult, even as a hero you are likely to be exposed to something like drugs, alcohol, and sex. That’s the kind of coming of age story line I want to be able to tell in the future.”

The story will eventually enter a new saga, but right now, the manga writer is focused on Deku’s beginnings at UA. Horikoshi said he chose to start the story in a school setting because he loves stories where audiences learn “how an individual hero came to be before they become real heroes themselves, which is why I pick a high school setting, a place inspiring heroes can learn. But it does become a problem when trying to branch out the multitude of storylines.”

Seeing Deku as an adult could be amazing for fans, but the immediate concern is whether there’s enough source material for the anime to continue releasing on an annual basis. Except for the occasional hiatus, Weekly Shonen Jump publishes the manga chapters on a weekly basis and a new volume is released in tankōbon format every two to four months.

The pacing of the first season almost matched up evenly with the manga at first, with one anime episode covering the events of roughly 1.5 manga chapters. However, with the story arcs for the League of Villains fight and the UA Sports Festival, the ratio of chapters to episodes changed to two-to-one. Assuming the anime’s story pacing remains the same, that means the second half of My Hero Academia Season 2 will end with the Field Training and End of Term Test story arcs since they are 25 chapters combined.

That also means My Hero Academia Season 3 has 75 chapters worth of content to draw upon. The current manga story arc is unfinished, and already numbers 30 chapters, so that arc will probably be the focus of My Hero Academia Season 4. That leaves 45 chapters, or three story arcs, for the plot of Boku no Hero Academia Season 3. Assuming Horikoshi is able to keep up with his work schedule, it seems likely that fans can look forward to new seasons for years to come.

[Image by Kohei Horikoshi/Weekly Shonen Jump]

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Great Way To Start The Day (Jungkook)

Originally posted by jengkook

Type: Fluff

Request: OMG I LOVE YOUR Return Of Superman series can you please do one for Jeon Jungkook where he has 2 sons & 1 daugther (daugther being the youngest) thank you so much 💙😚


“Uncle stays in castle” your 2 year old son Jiho says to the VJ whose tent he made himself comfortable in. Your eldest at almost 4, Inho sat on the couch watching cartoons while your 5 ½ month old daughter Jina slept calmly in her living room crib by the window. You were sitting at the table working on your list for what you wanted your husband to get done. You picked up your phone as you felt it vibrate on the table. “Hello” you said as you put the call on speaker “hey so I am stopping at the store before I come home-” “daddy!” Jiho says as he gets out from the tent and wonders over.

“Hi Jiho” he hears as he was soon sitting on your lap. “Should I get them strawberry milk?”“ he asked as your son leaned back on you. “You will need to get strawberry, banana milk, formula, diapers-” “slow down” he cut you off as you smiled. “I’ll be home in like an hour then” he told you as the call ended. Your phone vibrated as ‘I love you’ with a little kissy face came up as he was too embarrassed to say it on camera.

~

Soon enough your front door opened as your husband came in with groceries. Your daughter instantly woke up from her sleep as the heavy door closed. “Sorry” as your handsome husband Jeongguk stepped in more as Jiho was soon in the kitchen tell him about his day in the castle uncle VJ brought. Jina was curled into your arms ad you stroked her back lightly. “I see they’re already here” he comments as you nodded. “Inho come see what daddy got” you called as he groaned and climbed off the couch.

“Do you have to go?” he asked as you nodded. “I’m gonna be at Jin’s helping them with their newborn” you explained “so no breaks from babies​?” he asked “a break from three at least” you tell as he helped you get your jacket on. “Good luck” you tell him as you kissed all of your children. He held your hand until you got to the door and waved you off.

~

Jeongguk smiled as he held the sleeping baby close to him as Jiho laid against him in jealousy. “Hello I am Jeon Jeongguk or Jungkook, I am the maknae of BTS and also a proud father of three lovely babies. “My eldest is Inho who’s turning 4 soon, my middle is Jiho who is 2 years, and then my youngest and only daughter Jina who’s only 5 ½ months” he tells them.

“My wife isn’t famous” “I met her a signing event, she wasn’t even a big fan of us but her sister was like devoted to Suga” he giggled at the memory. “I thought she was really pretty and I made an excuse about going to the bathroom because I saw her walk out and I wanted to get to know her. And now we’ve been married 5 years” he explained.

“My middle child, Jiho is my biggest fan. Jina is a mommy’s girl and then Inho just doesn’t care” he smiled as he patted his youngest son’s head. “I am hoping my family can keep you entertained” he finished.

~

There first few shows went rather well. Jeongguk struggled like expected but he did go from watching no children often to watching all three alone. Everywhere they went the children were given treats or something like that. Today they were starting their filming again as you had left last night and Jeongguk got to experience his first 5 AM wake up call with his daughter. She was in a quick need to be cuddled and an even a bottle. “Why are you up so early. I haven’t had to be up this early in years” he told her as they walked around the kitchen. “Daddy used to get up early for school” he told her as she let out a noise.

“Daddy” Jiho called as he entered the kitchen “why are you up?” Jeongguk asked as sleep seemed to drift farther away. Inho slept in his own room so he wasn’t woken up by everyone else. In ho was decently independent for a 4 year old, wanted to do things on his own and only asked for help when needed. Jiho wouldn’t be alone if he didn’t have to be and wanted attention often. Jina was just kind of there, she was loud and made herself known but she had the upper hand because she was his only daughter.

“Can you go back to bed for daddy?” he asked his son who shook his head no, he was soon clung to Jeongguk’s leg. He sighed as he patted his son’s head and the microwave went off and he awkwardly walked over and grabbed his daughter’s bottle from it and quickly began to feed her as she happily drunk “daddy” Jiho says “give me a moment then I’ll get you something” he tells him as he realized his day was going to be interesting. 

High School AU Headcanons: Jumin

Surprise! Look who showed up earlier! I said I was posting this on monday, but tomorrow I’ll start another AU, so I din’t want the two AUs being posted on the same day. 

So here you go! Jumin is the one I always struggle the most to write, but not this time, for some reason. Have fun, y’all!


TW: Mentions of suicide and violence against women


  • He’s a honor student and part of the lacrosse team at this fancy internal school.
  • You’re the troublemaker, there are several rumors about how your family got rich all of a sudden due to money launder. Also, people say your mother is in rehab because she found out you slept with your stepfather, who got arrested for having sex with a minor.
  • He’s a tutor for students with bad grades, and guess who the principal decided to pair him with as his pupil this semester. He had to prove he was good enough to candidate for student body’s president, if he can help you, he would have full support of the principal.
  • He hates it, not because of the rumors, he couldn’t care less about that, but you’re impossible to work with!
  • Yes, you were literature partners before, you could never focus and was extremely irresponsible, yet you showed up to the presentation and pointed out really interesting observations about the book, some of them better than his.
  • He doesn’t like people who don’t put effort to conquer things, people who rely too much on some skills. People like you.
  • So there he is, waiting for you in the library so you can start studying geometry, and obviously, you’re late.
  • You came acting like there’s nothing wrong and while he talks about surfaces of triangles and tangents, you’re more focused on building a catapult with your rule. Ugh…
  • “Ugh, I’m bored. Let’s ditch this!” you groan in boredom. “As I was saying… given the acute angle of a triangle…” he ignores you.
  • “Sin equals B, and B stands for boring!” despite your little joke, it was… correct? “Wait, you know geometry?” “Of course I do, I just don’t like that teacher! Now, come on, let’s ditch this! I heard the seniors are throwing a party at the old library building, let’s go!”
  • “It’s against the rules to walk in the school at night.” “Well, yeah! Why would be fun if this was allowed? Duh!” “Fine, you can go. It’s not as I’m enjoying this… study session either.”
  • “Nah, let’s partaayy, bro! Tell you what, if you go with me, I promise I get an A + in the next geometry test, the principal will love you for that, mr. President!” well, that was true. “Fine.” He agrees with a sigh.
  • “Why do you want me to go with you?” “I can’t be the only sophomore in a senior party, duh!” oh… maybe you cared about other people think of you, he thought you didn’t. “Besides, I’ll tell you dragged me there if we get caught.” Okay… this was more like you.
  • This didn’t look like a party, it was more like a cultural soirée, yes, he recognized some of the best art students and the best musicians in the school band too.
  • He lost you a little after you two entered. Then he found you in this circle with a glass in your hand. You were really impossible.
  • “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned” a senior spoke “Go on, my child.” “I didn’t try to kill myself when I was a junior, I just slipped in the bathroom.” “You are forgiven, son.” What in the world was this?
  • He joined the circle without realizing it. “Dude, you can’t be here without a drink. Here, let’s share.” You put a little of whatever you were drinking in his cup.
  • This was really interesting, people were sharing some intimate secrets, it was a kind of drinking game, but much more sophisticated than those ones he heard about
  • Whatever you gave him, it was strong. He was feeling a little loosen up… “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.” He spoke loudly. “Go on, my child.”
  •  “I… I can’t bare with my father and his lousy affairs. Sometimes I think I… really hate… him.” Wow, he could not believe he said this out loud, but none of the people in that circle looked fazed.
  • “Dude, we’re milennials, admitting how much we hate family and how much they fucked us up is like… our thing.” You said matter of factly, everybody in the circle nodded in agreement.
  • Seriously? All those thoughts he had were… normal? He was… normal? “What about you, kitty?” a senior asked you. “Any sins you want to share?”
  • You shrugged: “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.” “Go on, my child.” Even Jumin said this time, the alcohol made him curious.
  •  “I… didn’t sleep with my stepfather. The dude was trying to beat my mother up and I stood up for her and told I was gonna call the police. So he’s arrested for assault, not for having sex with… me. And my mom isn’t in rehab, she’s at a spa in Fiji,  because that’s how it works in our family, we run from our problems instead of talking about it in order to solve them.” You chugged the rest of your liquor while everybody stared at you. “Oh, but the money laundery thing is real.” “Damn, kitty, that’s deep.” One senior spoke.
  • Yes, it was deep. Jumin couldn’t believe what he just heard. Of course you would act like this irresponsible and troublemaker girl, you didn’t want anyone coming to close to you to actually know your problems.
  • The party was over, and you two walked in a dreadful silence in the dark. “Forget what you heard, okay? What happens there, stays there.” “How do you know about these parties?” You mumbled something he couldn’t listen and started blabbering, the alcohol effects, no doubt “My sister used to come to these parties, she always talked about them, and how great they are. She lives in New York now, I’m definitely going there once I graduate from this shithole. Live in a loft, adopt a cat… I like cats, do you like cats?” did he? He never thought about that… he would like to adopt a cat too…
  • “Then you would run away from your problems?” “More like making new ones in a place I can have a fresh start.” You both chuckled. 
  • But he was thinking of this very seriously. He never bothered about the future, he knows he will take over his father’s company and… well, that’s it. For the first time, he’s thinking if he could have something diferent, be something different.
  • You were impressed with his attitude, he was nicer and more interested in what you have to say than you thought. Plus, he’s so fine!
  • “Hey, Jumin?” “Yes, MC?” “Do you think you can forgive me for one last sin?” “Don’t you mean sine?” OH MY GOD! HE’S DOING A GEOMETRY JOKE!? NERD! “Come on, I’m serious! Forgive me, father, for what I’m about to sin?”
  • “Go on, m… wait, about to sin?” you surprised him with a kiss in the lips. It started sweet and slow, but quickly turned into a messy make-out session in the dark. Oh… he wasn’t so uptight after all, as you felt your ass being fully gripped by his hands, which you teasingly pried away.
  • “You can only have more if you get an A + in literature with me. See ya, Mr. President.” You ran in the dark, he was still a little tipsy from the alcohol… and from your lips.
  • But forget that, he needs to start that literature paper asap.
Bonnie & Clyde - pt 4

Originally posted by sugaglos

“You have to keep taking the derivative. It might take two, three times. When you can’t do it any longer then your done.” Yoongi explained.

“Like this?” You asked, showing him you scribbles.

He quickly glanced at the paper and nodded.

“You should be in school, not me.” You sighed, finishing the rest of the problem.

“If you paid attention in class then you wouldn’t be struggling.” He said.

He was right but ever since he came, this semester has been weird. After the so called test your father prepared, it seemed like you couldn’t focus on whatever the professor was saying.

Instead you focused on the side glances people gave you. They looked at Yoongi and you with judging eyes.

It seemed like they were a bit scared of Yoongi. The seat next to him was always empty and whoever sat next to you was always quiet.

You couldn’t figure out why it bothered you so much now.

“I don’t want to think about school anymore.”

Closing the notebook, you packed your things and sat on the blanket, looking up at the sky.

It looked like it would start to rain in a few hours.

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King of Anything (2/2)

Prompt: Part 2 of 2 for @nataliarxmanxva ‘s season writing challenge! ‘Are you…wearing a suit? At the beach?’

Summary: You’ve avoided going to New York because you don’t want to run into your old best friend, Carter Baizen, but a supposedly relaxed day at the beach proves that you can’t run from your past.

Pairing: Carter Baizen x Reader

Word Count: 3009 words

Notes: Y/N/N means your nickname, you choose what it’ll be!

Part 1 

Originally posted by bellamyblakesgun

Previously: 

You take a deep breath, ignoring Nicole’s confused look at you.

“Carter?”

The man pauses his talking suddenly, and turns around, showing Carter Baizen’s face to you for the first time in years.


His brows crinkle in confusion, before giving you a charming smile.  It’s too fake, too smooth, as if he uses it all the time.

“That’s my name, sweetheart. Do I know you? I’m sure I’d remember a sexy girl like you.” He says with a smirk, and your fists clench by your side, heart racing. He doesn’t fucking remember you, even after being friends for years, and you remembering him. Seriously, how arrogant did he get? And ‘sexy girl?’ What the hell?!

“You know fucking what? I’ll leave you to figure that out yourself, Carter.” You grind out, knowing that you can at least try to make your voice intimidating, even if you in your pretty good looking swimsuit won’t help your cause.

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Called Out

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Reader

Warnings: minor angst

Summary: reader is new to Riverdale and her first month isn’t going too well. When she calls Reggie out on his crap, he becomes determined to change his ways, even if it’s through a deal.
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It’s been a month since I’ve been living with my cousin, Veronica, and her mother. My parents always travel for work, so sending me to live with the Lodges seemed like the best way to keep me supervised.

Veronica and I have never been close, and that hasn’t changed with us living together. I’ve met her friends, Archie, Betty, Kevin, and Jughead. They are all nice, but they tolerate me as though I’m the weird cousin visiting from a remote town that’s smaller than even Riverdale. Well, they’re not wrong.

In school, I keep to myself, only socializing when I absolutely have to, such as with group assignments.
I just wanted to get through this year without attracting too much attention to myself.

I heard Veronica and her mother arguing outside my bedroom door but I thought nothing of it. That is, until she burst through my door and demanded that I accompany her to a club with some people from school. I was going to ask ‘why me?’, but her troubled expression convinced me to do otherwise. I changed quickly and followed her, not saying a word.

The second we entered the club, Cheryl, Josie and Reggie bombarded Veronica with half-drunk sloppy grins. When they saw me, their expressions faltered but Veronica hollered for shots and their attention switched excitedly. I opted not to drink, thinking that at least one person should remain clear-headed.

Th night went smoothly; drinks were flowing and soon enough, everyone found themselves sitting around a booth. I stood to the side, looking out of place while they chatted. One of the managers came over and said that V’s card had been declined. She didn’t have any cash, so everyone looked around, slightly concerned.

Sighing, I pulled out my card and told him to use that. He walked away and the other mumbled thanks.

With my card returned, the others stood up and started leaving the club. They parked a few blocks away so the drunken walk began and I tried not to laugh too much.

Reggie was at the back of the group, next to me, giving me wary glances.

“Why’d you even come tonight if you weren’t gonna have any fun?” He asked.

I glanced at him and his smug smirk caught my attention.

“She asked me to be here, so i came,” i replied, looking straight ahead.

“You look cute.”

That took me aback. I didn’t know what to say so I nodded instead.

“I’ve seen you around school; you don’t have any friends and you leave right after school ends. You’re so weird,” he said, offering an exaggerated chuckle after.

I tried not to be too offended, but I retorted “At least I don’t insult people whom I barely know.”

He scoffed, “what?”

“You play to be some badass jock who can go around saying anything to anyone. I hate bullies; you’re just perpetuating the stereotype.”

That silenced him. Thankfully, we reached the cars and I watched as everyone else said their goodbyes.

The next day at school, I was at my locker, gathering my books for first period, when I heard the all-too familiar sound of the football team making their way through the hallway. I glanced at them before turning back to my belongings.

“Hey,” a voice said behind me. I could sense that the person wasn’t going to leave, so I turned around.
What was Reggie doing? Was he still drunk?

“Hi,” I replied, hiding my surprise.

“Let’s go, Mantle!” Moose yelled a few feet away.

Reggie glanced back and I could tell he wanted to say more but couldn’t. He merely nodded and followed his friends.

That night, I decided to get away from the Lodge drama and have dinner at Pop’s. I was surprised to see Reggie sitting there alone.
I took a booth at the window, and when Reggie saw me, he rushed to take the seat opposite me.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

“Look, I’m not a bad guy, okay?” He placed his hands on the tabletop, clasping them together.

“Is this because of last night? That I called you a bully?”

“You don’t even know me! How can you assume like that?”

“Why do you even care what I think? I’m nobody. I’m a face in the crowd. You have tons of friends, so why does my opinion bother you so much?”

“I-I don’t know, but it does.”

There was a pause as a waitress came over to take my order. Mantle ordered as well, to my surprise. Once she was gone, he resumed.

“Why’d you move here?” His tone was more concerned that interrogative.

“My parents made me.”

“Do you like it here?”

“Not really.”

“Might help if you had friends.”

“I might have made friends if everyone around here wasn’t so…predictable.”

“Like a jock being a bully?”

I nodded.

“I’m more than that, y'know.”

“Well I haven’t seen anything different.”

“I never picked on you.”

“But your friends did, and you stayed silent, which makes you just as bad as them.”

He sighed. He knew I was right. His friends always annoy and new kids, even if it’s something as simple as knocking books out of their hands.
“Give me a chance to prove you wrong then.”

I scoffed. “Why? Being different to one person doesn’t change what you do to others.”

“No, but I can start with you.”

“I’m not a lab-rat. You want to change, then go ahead. It should be because you genuinely want to, not because some girl called you out on your bullshit.”

“You always talk down about yourself like that? Some girl? A nobody? A face in the crowd?”

I shrug and look out the window.

“I don’t know what it is about you, but I want to not be another stereotype. When I saw you in school on the first day, I was sure you would be another rich girl from the big city, but you’re quite the opposite. You don’t act like anyone I know, which I guess is a good thing.”

I turn back to face him and say, “fine, if you can prove that you’ve really changed, I’ll try to be more…social. Deal?”

“Deal!” His expression lit up and he finally grinned. “Food’s coming.”
Once the waitress placed the food on the table and left, Reggie dug in like a little kid. I couldn’t help but admire the look of pure contentment on his face as he chewed.

I really hoped that our deal turns out to be successful. Even if I make one friend, a bully should never stay a bully.

Maybe Reggie needs this; maybe he needs me.


A/N: should I do a part 2? Let me know! ❤️

Cigarette - Bad Boy Jinyoung Au [Part 2.]

- Admin Xion <3

Originally posted by deer-jinyoung

genre: fluff but not really
member: bae jinyoung
word count: 556 apparently
requested: yes
side notes: n/a



- school carried on like always
- you wanting to die cause of school
- and btw this was only the day after detention lol
- you were in the hallways as that same girl who jinyoung found annoying approached you with a fake ass smile
- “you smoke right?” she asks
- you cringed as you rose an eyebrow
- “no i don-”
- “i know you do. that’s why jinyoung gave you that slip,” she spoke in a louder tone causing people to attract attention
- “i dont smo-”
- “you can get expelled for smoking you know?” she bitches off as you clench your teeth and fist
- “can you shut the fuck up with your annoying ass voice already?” jinyoung snapped as all your heads turned towards him
- he approached the situation with hands in his pockets as he scratched the back of his neck in agony
- “if she says she doesn’t fucking smoke then she doesn’t. why are you fucking poking so much? and you smoke anyways so stop talking shit and being a complete hypocrite already,” jinyoung spoke bluntly with his eyes closed as he turned his neck around in a circular motion
- “just your voice itself is making my head hurt,” he says as he clenches his teeth
- she stood there and gulped
- “n-no i dont!” she tried defending herself
- jinyoung rolled his eyes desperately as he aggressively grabbed her giant purse and unzipped the zipper as he yanked the purse upside down, making everything fall out
- from her makeup, to receipts and credits cards
- a total of 8 empty cigarette packs and 1 pack that was still full fell out
- “heh, i dont even have to pick it up to make it noticeable that you’re a fucking addict,” he attacks as he throws her purse onto the floor and walks away
- out of pity, you assisted her to picking up her items
- “thanks,” she softly mumbles
- “but jinyoung is mine bitch,” she comments as she storms off
- “thefuck-” you murmur to yourself
- you continued school as it was near the end of the school day
- obviously, after being scolded you still didnt give a crap because you love just roaming around for a bit
- the familiar smell entered your nose as you began coughing but this time only seeing jinyoung by himself
- seeing you, he put out his cigarette as you sat beside him
- “why do you smoke?” you asked softly
- “i dont want to, but it’s an addiction,” he replied as he looks at you in the eyes
- “yesterday, when mrs.jeoajng found me, she was gonna give me detention but then realized she was all out of cigarettes. that bitch took a blunt and still gave me detention,” he cursed under his breath
- “but you know she smokes now,” you commented, hinting a suggestion to report her in
- “nah, i don’t live like that,” he says
- you laugh a bit as you look onto the ground
- “what?”
- “whatta edgy life,” you mumbled
- jinyoung lightly punched you on the shoulder as he smiled a bit and chuckled
- “i wanna quit smoking y'know?” he speaks
- “but seems like nothing’s gonna ever get rid of this addiction,”
- “but you burn your cigarette when you’re near me,” you said
- “its cause i feel bad. you begin coughing and all,” he replies fading away his sentence as he stares onto the floor

Part 1   Part 3 [End]

Prom (Peter Parker x Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey guys! So I know I posted a bit ago that posting for the next month and a half is gonna be difficult, so I was gonna hold off posting fics for a bit. I’m almost done with my break from school and have been writing, and I just wanted to give you guys a little something before that fic hiatus really takes effect. I hope you guys enjoy! :)

Summary: You decided not to go to prom after breaking your arm, but Peter refuses to let you sit at home and do nothing. So instead, he helps you get ready.

Other Characters: None

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 637

Originally posted by shirokirito-sao

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