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#getting screamed at by 3rd graders

bul-bor · 1 year

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Hetalia Characters as different Teachers (allies + axis)

based on my experiences as someone in the education field (ALSO doing this in groups so it's not HUGE)

America: No question, history teacher in high school. he definitely coaches wrestling and his classroom very often has debates that have nothing to do with the curriculum

Canada: LMAO ALMOST FORGOT ABT HIM- HE. hard to place. i..... middle school guidance counselor......... AND coaches hockey for the high school (duh)

England: He is a college professor. He gets no respect from anyone under the age of 18. I feel like the easy route for him is literature

France: i... feel like.... either philosophy prof at the same uni as england OR intro to culinary in high school (did middle school for a brief moment, made him uncomfortable)

Russia: He screams Pre-k to me. absolute softy. BUT at the same time, world history teacher, also in high school MAYBE runs chess club after school

China: middle school phys. ed. I feel like he has the energy and drive for it and is able to channel that into overly competitive pickle ball or something

Italy: I'm feeling art teacher, i'm feeling..... like he likes the art part, but i think he likes the art history and artist focus studies more than the creation part. any grade

S. Italy: Middle school world languages and he will embarrass you in front of the class. no questions

Japan: MMMMM... this ones a little harder, I feel like he'd be a good middle school librarian? and he's really focused on making sure that it's a welcome and inviting place to chill out between periods or during lunch

Germany: YALL MAY THINK DIFFERENTLY, I PUT ALL MY SOUL INTO HIM BEING EARLY ELEMENTARY. I think Ludwig brings the structure that kids need to be successful. like his classroom is routine, organized, his procedures are well-oiled by week 3. very high expectations for his kids, doesn't start loosening up on the reins until LATE into the school year

Prussia: Gilbert gives me like....... I'm gonna say like 3rd-5th graders (8-11 year olds). Like anywhere in that range. I think he has the capacity to have that structure like ludwig, but he tends to let loose a lot quicker, like 2 months in he'll relax a lil bit

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noose-lion · 9 months

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now for me you definitely scream bug type (sorry to your fursona in advance) and you also would also be a pokemon that falls closer to the cool liking than cute side, so for bugs you get (in order left to right) Ninjask, scolipede and golisopod

I think another type that really fits you is dragon so i picked you out some dragon types as well, Left to right again) giratina, garchomp and shiny haxorus

(though honestly i think non-shiny haxorus works just as well)

Bug and Dragon type? I approve. Good choices as well, especially Haxorus. That's a dear old favorite of mine.

And Absol? 3rd grader me thought the world of such a "cool and edgy" Pokémon.

Side note: Do you think I'm a furry???

#asks #answered asks #mutual asks #jesters privilege #jester's ramblings #pokemon

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honey-andmilktea · 11 months

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𝐀 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐧, 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐎𝐰𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

・゜゜・．🤎📜☕️ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 [𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭]

✒️ 𝟐.𝟏𝐊 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 | 🤎 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬/𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐀𝐫𝐢 [🕯️] 𝐱 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨 [🕯️] | 🌙 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 [🧸], 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 [🎻], 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 [🥠], 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 [🍯]

👜 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐢 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭. [𝐀𝐫𝐢'𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲]

🕰️ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞!

🍁 𝐈 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

🐻 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭! ^^

🍷 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤? 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞! | 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚? 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫! [𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞!]

We write our own stories, our lives are like story books.

It was a sunny hot day in León, Spain and everyone was out. First grader Emiliano Castro found himself in a bit of a predicament. “You humans are infesting our schools.” One kid spat as they pushed him down. They were slightly older then the boy, most possibly in the 3rd grade as they all taunted and laughed at him. He shook and cowarded, ready for a harder blow from the bigger boys until he heard a tiny voice scream.

“Leave him alone you idiots!” The boys stopped and turned to see a small girl. She was very skinny, short and basically looked like a puppy when she stormed up in front of Emilio in a full defensive stance. “He didn’t do anything to you! Pick on someone your own size.” The boys stared before laughing at the girl. She just held her place as she glared at him.

“What are you going to do pipsqueak? I can throw you a mile away.” She shrugged before kicking straight where the sun don’t shine. He doubled over, screaming in pain as the other boys cringed and looked at the boy in worry. She took her chance and quickly took Emilio’s hand and dragged him along. “Let’s go.” She said quietly as she pulled him gods knows where. Once far away enough she let go of him before turning to him. He stuttered as he tried to speak.

“U-Um thank you…you really didn’t have to do that. You could have gotten in trouble.” She just shrugged with a snort.

“Don’t worry. I’m always at their throats.” She held her hand out for him to take as she put her tiny fist on her hip. “I’m Lola. Lola Jaylene De León.” She smiled proudly as she spoke her full name. He giggled softly as he took her hand.

“I’m Emiliano. Emiliano Castro.” She smiled wider, the gap between her teeth quite evident as he blushed a little. ‘She’s cute.’ He thought but quickly shook those thoughts away as he listened to her talk.

“You’re not from here? Normally people take De León as their last name when they’re born here.” He shook his head.

“I’m from Madrid.”

“Oh!~ Fancy, you’re from el capital! [the capital]” She giggled before slinging her around his shoulders. “Well city boy, I think we’re going to get along well.” Emilio smiled as he nodded along looking up at her.

She was his hero.

What creates a hero? What creates a villian?

Emilio and Lola were stuck to each other at the hip since then. She helped Emilio through his studies, helping him fend for himself and be able to mold himself into supernatural living. Being human in a magic’s world was hard but having her through it all was what he needed. Lola being around a human had also made her quite unpopular amongst other people but she never cared or wanted to be a part of the crowd so she shrugged it off.

“Hey hero.~” Emilio popped his head into Lola’s room and smiled big. She was changing and raised her brows at him. They were in the middle of their middle school career.

“I could have been naked.” The boy just shrugged as he walked in and pushed some of the clothes off her bed and laid down.

“We’ve taken showers together. At this point I’ve seen everything.” He said it so nonchalantly, trying to hold back a laugh as the shorter girl rolled her eyes and threw bunched up socks at him. He laughed, throwing them back at her. He propped his head up on his arm as he looked at her walking around. “Where are you guys going?” He asked as he looked at the suitcase on the ground.

“We’re visiting family so I’ll be gone for the weekend.” He pouted a little as his eyes dropped sadly.

“What am I going to do while you’re gone?” She snorted as she tossed a shirt into the suitcase.

“You’ll live. It’s only 3 days.” The boy whined with a pout.

“I’m going to miss you to the stars and back though.” Lola looked at him amused before shaking her head and tossing him one of her hoodies.

“We’ll be looking at the same stars so I won’t be that far away.” He looked at her with big eyes as she turned around. When she wasn’t looking he hugged the hoodie close to him as he smiled into it.

The hero turned into the princess.

“My dearest princess please don’t forget about me while you smile with him.”

It was 7th grade.

Almost the end of middle school.

Emilio was concerned for his friend. Her light seemed to have dimmed, she was distant and she refused to go by her Spanish name anymore. She asked to be called by Ari and refused to acknowledge the other name. She wouldn’t say why though.

“Hey princess.” Emilio said as he hugged the girl. She smiled at him, her newly fixed teeth in full display.

“Hey idiota.” She mused while he rolled his eyes, walking along her side.

“Did you hear about the new kid?” He asked and Ari just nodded her head to what he said, knowing well of who he was talking about.

There was word of a new foreign kid at the school and everyone was gossiping left and right.

“You’re cute aren’t you?~” Someone could be heard speaking along with the slamming of something against a locker. Ari and him both turned to look and saw a curly, dark brown haired boy being pushed against the lockers. She noticed who was pushing them and her blood boiled.

“You need to control your friends.” She spat at Emilio as she stormed over to the boys. Growing up Emilio had managed to gain a couple of friends, to Ari’s dismay they were the bullies of the school. When she came up to them she kicked the back of one of their legs and glared down at him as he fell to the ground. He let go of the boy and growled at her.

“Why isn’t it Lola? Or what is your name now…Ari? Or some shit.” He crossed his arms as she just stared him down. Emilio came up and nervously looked between the two.

“Come on princess, just leave them alone.” She just scoffed and didn’t stand down.

“You need to leave people alone.” Shaking her head she helped the boy up, assuming he was older than them before dragging him away. She gave her friend the cold shoulder as she walked by. “Hey sorry you had to go through that. I’m assuming you’re the new kid.” He simply just nodded his head as she sighed. “Hey you’ll be fine, you got me now. Do you need help finding your next class?” The boy looked up at her, eyes slightly teary as he nodded. She smiled at him and took his hand carefully. “I’ll help you find it. I’m Ari. Kim Ari.” She said looking at him hoping for a name.

“Ace Azarolla.”

And from there they became the best of friends.

When did the hero, the princess, become the villain?

Jealousy.

That’s all he felt as he sat in front of ‘Jay’.

“So you’re just leaving me? We were supposed to go to University together after Bachillerato.” Jay just shrugged as she ate.

She was eating less, he noticed.

“And now I want to join the guard.” She said simply.

She was hiding something. His magic training was going well and he could tell she was over using her magic. But jealousy fogged his mind.

“You’re going for him aren’t you?” Jay looked up at him. “You changed your name and everything, for him right?” She scoffed as she slammed her spoon down.

She started getting more irritated.

“Maybe I am! Maybe I don’t want to hangout with someone who hangs out with bullies cause he’s too much of a coward to speak up!” Her hands slammed on the table as she got up, smoke pouring from her nose and mouth, eyes a bright red. Emilio felt like something shot into his chest at her words. He didn’t say anything as he watched her get up and leave.

He found out after what she was hiding.

You are the villain.

It was the summer before college started.

Jay had grown to become a paranoid mess. Once her powers fully came in everyone seemed to turn on her. People calling her a monster just because of something she didn’t decide on. She only had Ace.

She had walked out alone for a walk. She lit up a cigarette, a habit she acquired a bit ago, and walked along the rocky bits of the cliff side. She let her magic down and a scar through her left eye, leaving her half blind as it went through her eye and ended at her bottom lip. She sighed until she felt magic.

She looked around and noticed everything was frozen.

Illusion magic.

She looked around wondering who it was.

“Long time no see princess.” A familiar voice spoke and she froze. She took a shallow breath but refused to look back. “Are you enjoying the scenery?” Footsteps could be heard coming closer. “Are you reminiscing on how you killed him?” She balled up her fists as she tried to figure out a way to run.

“What do you want, Emilio?”

“You.” She knew what he meant. He was her to end her. Some kind of revenge story or whatever.

“You’re avenging the wrong person.” Emilio scoffed as his crystal blue eyes looked at her.

“He was a kid! He didn’t do anything!” He spat out as he shook his head.

“He hurt Ace.” Hearing his name made him explode.

“You only care about him! Don’t you? He came along and it was like I didn’t exist! You killed an innocent kid for him!” He screamed at her. She stayed quiet before speaking up.

“I found out his brother killed mine.” He panted as he looked at her, she turned to him, tears building in her eyes. “He killed him.” She took a shaky breath in. “His brother thought it was a good idea to put my brother’s life at risk and drive drunk after being told over and over not to. They were supposed to be friends!” Her jaw clenched as she turned away, putting out her cigarette.

“It still wasn’t his fault.” She didn’t say anything as she shook her head.

“I don’t care. I’m not remorseful. I don’t pity him.” That was a lie to an extent. She felt guilty a while ago. She stopped eating, developing an eating disorder along the way. But now, after time, she didn’t care. She stood by her decisions.

“What happened to you?” That question caused her to turn to him. “What happened to my hero? My princess.” She laughed and shook her head with an eye roll.

“She became the villain.” She shrugged as she stepped to the edge of the cliff. “She became the villain in everyone’s stories. I have the grand reminder that I am unwanted by everyone!” She said as she held her arms up. “You don’t want me. Ace doesn’t want me.” She looked down into the abyss. “My own mum didn’t want me.” Emilio looked at her before stepping closer as her head straightened up. “Now do what you came here to do.” She kept her arms up. “Push me down. Avenge your little friend. I don’t care.”

“You always were like this.” He muttered as he wrapped his arms around her. Just one last time. “You always liked toeing with danger.” He unwrapped his arms, hands moving to her back. “You never know when to quit. You’re so stubborn, its frustrating!” He bit his bottom lip as tears filled his eyes. “But that’s why I love you. We both know why I’m doing this.” She nodded her head as she closed her eyes.

“I love you too.” He winced as he heard her say that.

“I’ll miss you to the stars and back. Please come back, don’t leave me.” He choked out as she just smiled.

“We’ll be looking at the same stars. I won’t be that far away.” She glanced at him, charcoal eyes filled with tears as she looked into his blue ones. “I’m not leaving. It’ll take a whole lot to kill Lola Jaylene De León.” He laughed and shook his head, happy to hear the name again, happy to hear her say it. He took a deep breath as she braced herself.

He pushed her.

As she fell she knew she wasn’t going to die.

A freshly made reaper dying? The gods wouldn’t allow it.

But she laughed.

She laughed and cried as she fell, almost as if she was finally allowing herself to feel something.

It wasn’t the last time he was going to see her.

Not for a long shot.

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aimwigs · 3 months

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pls write dadwig the people are dying

okay this one has some aimwig in it because well im me and obviously takes place after the other one. and uhhhh i changed the girldad lud tag to just dadwig :] for reasons

Ludwig remembers being fucking terrified on the day Ryan was born. She was so small and she came into the world with a piercing scream as she took in her very first breath. He remembers taking one look at his perfect fucking daughter and thinking Shit. I better not fuck this up.

There was a little bit less freaking out when Lucy was born. Seeing as she was three entire weeks late, there was the general vibe of fucking come on already. He was still a little scared on the day itself, though, wondering if maybe they weren’t ready for a second kid yet or what if Ryan didn’t actually want to be a big sister or what if they have this second kid and then he and QT figure out they don’t want to be together anymore and have to balance two kids in the breakup. The last one was surprisingly on the nose for everything that happened a few years down the line, so much so that he wonders if maybe putting off that conversation was a huge fucking mistake, but that doesn’t change the fact that Lucy’s birth is tied for the best thing that has ever happened to him.

But when Anthony is born, he actually feels fully ready. He’s older now, and far more familiar with what it means to be a dad, and he’s in a really secure marriage. Honestly, he and Aiden went back and forth on this a lot, discussing whether it’s a good idea to bring a new child into their home when Ryan and Lucy live there part-time, figuring out whether they wanted to go with adoption or surrogacy, and making sure the girls know that just because there’s going to be a new baby, doesn’t mean that either of them loves them any less.

In the end, they decided that they wanted to have a baby together and that they wanted it to be biologically Aiden’s, so they went through the process of finding a surrogate as well as an egg donor since they didn’t want to risk any legal or ethical dilemmas that could come up with traditional surrogacy.

Now, Ludwig paces back and forth in the waiting room alone because apparently, their kid is big enough for them to need to do an emergency c-section which means only one other person gets to be in the room. Obviously, they chose Aiden because Ludwig has gotten to witness the births of his first two children— as much as he craves this magical moment for himself, he needs Aiden to experience it too.

He’s ready for this— he really fucking is— and waiting feels like torture, especially when he’s alone. The flight he bought for his mom and Peter doesn’t leave until tonight and Slime is still in the process of picking the girls up from school for him.

Luckily, Slime arrives with the girls like twenty minutes later, and dealing with the impatience of a 3rd grader and a 5th grader excited to meet their new sibling overrides his own burning anticipation to hold his baby for the first time.

Eventually, Aiden emerges into the waiting room with teary eyes and that unique magical smile that only exists in moments like these. He holds out a hand to him. “Come meet our son.”

Now Ludwig is crying too because this is seriously a fucking emotional moment, even if it is the third time he’s gone through it. He clings to Aiden’s side as they walk back into the hospital room and when Ludwig first sees him, his heart fucking soars.

Even though he’s pretty big for a newborn, he still looks so fucking small cradled in his surrogate’s arms. With big brown eyes and a wisp of dark hair, he looks just like Aiden.

The surrogate holds him out. “Do you want to hold him?”

He’s unable to do anything but nod as he carefully takes him, holding him tight to his chest. This is his son— his baby boy— and he’s actually here. After all the paperwork and a few failed IVF attempts, he’s here.

“Hi Anthony,” he whispers, reaching down and letting him wrap a tiny hand around his finger. Fuck, he can’t believe this is real. He looks up at Aiden, who looks so fucking fond. “He’s so fucking perfect.”

Aiden lets out a teary laugh. “That’s our baby.”

“Did you hold him?” Ludwig asks as Aiden walks over and slings an arm around his waist, reaching down with his other hand to gently brush Anthony’s cheek.

“Yeah, before I grabbed you. I couldn’t wait.”

He nods. “I wouldn’t have been able to wait either.”

“Do you want to take him out to meet your family?” the nurse asks. They talked about this extensively before, but the baby will have to stay with the surrogate at least overnight to adjust, if not a bit longer, and it’s best not to crowd the surrogate’s hospital room with strangers after she was just literally cut open.

“Yeah. We’ll take him to meet his sisters now,” Aiden says, squeezing Ludwig’s hip.

The girls are fucking pumped to meet him, and each of them gets their carefully monitored turn holding him, with plenty of pictures being taken for both posterity’s sake and also for their parents.

When they tell Slime his name, something that they had kept from him along the way both because they wanted it to be a surprise and they didn’t want to get his hopes up in case the baby was a girl, tears stream down his face.

“Fuck you guys,” he tells them, but the smile on his face shows that he clearly feels honored.

“That’s a bad word,” Lucy pipes in, earning a laugh from the three adults in their group.

Eventually, Anthony lets out a wail and the nurse steps in to take him back to be fed, telling them that she’ll be back in a moment so they can file some paperwork.

While they wait, Ludwig presses a soft kiss to Aiden’s lips. Their new baby is here, and a new adventure is beginning.

#this was likeeee too much for me. i had to take breaks. also do a surprising amt of research #ALSO IM TAKING A BREAK FROM WRITING THEM FOR A BIT <- like maybe no more today maybe a few hours not like a long time #dadwig #my fic #answered #anonymous #ludwig #aiden #aimwig

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oc-aita · 7 months

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[Author's note: This is written in my character's perspective, as if she were writing it to the official tumblr aita, and the only reason she would want to do that is for pity points and also maybe getting some of that annoying guilt to go away. Basically what I'm saying is some parts of this are half-truths or straight up lies. !!But dont let this author's note effect your vote!! I just wanted to mention that a lot of this is not what actually happened ;P]

tw: (technically implied) arson and also fire in general

Aita for burning down a school and almost getting a kid killed?

[pt: Aita for burning down a school and almost getting a kid killed?]

Ok I know that sounds bad!! But just listen! This is gonna be a long one since it's hard to explain So I (14f) really do not like this kid(13f), who is one of my classmates and I will call her G. I also have a friend group with R(14f), L(14f), and T(f). I guess we'd be the "popular girls," but tbf the school is pretty small anyway. See, the school we go to- or I should say went to- was erm well, cheap. Very cheap. Also mainly made out of wood (of course some parts were made with metal and other materials). So I mean it was bound to break eventually, right? Haha, anyway. So yeah I hate G, she thinks shes something she isnt (I will not expand on that). Also she's weirddd. Like really weird. Like, once I just saw her staring at the grass during recess watching bugs, that kind of weird. Oh! And she was mean to my friends and me! So we kinda wanted to get back at her for that. And one day ONE OF MY FRIENDS came up with the plan to freak her out by taking some lighters to school and after school ended we'd corner her and shove the lighters in her face. I thought that was a really mean plan, but I went along with it anyway because they were my friends. See, I didnt have anything to do with coming up with the plan! It's not my fault, I couldnt just not go along with it because they're my friends! And also their parents would be really mad at me if I didnt listen to them But anyway in the afternoon a couple hours before school ended, some random 3rd grader pushed me and my lighter fell out of my pocket and accidentally ignited! And I just happened to be standing near a bush, which was right next to the long wooden fence that encircled the school. So the bush caught on fire, and then the fence, and it quickly got out of control. I didnt mean for it to happen! At all! Totally! It's not my fault! If anything it's that stupid 3rd grader's for pushing me, or even G's fault for having the need for this plan in the first place Anyway the fire alarm went off and the staff started evacuating everyone, but in L's rush to get out of the building, she accidentally bumped into G, who fell near the fire. G then started screaming at us for "being so inconsiderate" (what a brat!). Then all 4 of us (me, L, R, and G (T was sick btw and couldnt come that day)) got trapped in a circle of fire near the lockers, because apparently someone had left a bunch of flammable things randomly. in a circle. G tried to bite me (ew) so obviously I pushed her back and I may have accidentally hit her too hard because there was a loud thunk as she slammed against the lockers but its not my fault she tried to bite me!! (Also she was claiming it was self defense but like ??) L, R, and I helped each other get out of the circle before the fire got too big and ran away before we could find out what happened to G Several hours later and the whole school is burned down (we're in the process of finding a new school) and also found out some other weirdo from a different classroom helped G escape

Anyway, am i the asshole for being forced to follow my friend's plan to try to scare a kid and then accidentally setting the whole school on fire and almost killing that kid? (I didnt mean to!!!!🥺)

#aita #am i the asshole #original character #mod butterfly #tw arson #attempted murder tw #ask to tw

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treasure-goblin · 2 months

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Work Day Scorecard

1. Random bleeding (from ear)

2. Bad joints (knee gave out) (after lunch: ankle and back pain.)

3. Bite (unsurprising)

4. Sensory overload (kids shampoo) (+ loud screaming)

5. Cal's workout (today, in particular, was a lot of lifting kids and swinging them around)

6. On repeat (I'm a little teapot repeated 20 times)

7. Getting climbed on (2 different kids) (after lunch: 2 additional kids. In total 4)

8. I love yous (3 so far) (after lunch: 2 more. Total of 5) (additional 2. Total of 7)

9. Hugs and cuddles (4 kids so far) (after lunch: 3 more. Total of 7) (additional 15. Total of 20)

10. Hyperfixated (marble run stimmy)

...today was a day /lh

+ hug from 3rd grader I don't even know, he's just huggy /pos /lh

#cal rambles #tre talks #cal at work

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ricesoupremacy · 3 months

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elaboration on the "not aro" part:

i met a girl. she's an eleventh grader. we started talking last year in june. in november, stuff started getting um. romantic. i think. there were a lot of hugs in november. december beginning we started to sneak away during event stuff to be alone. we knew something was up between us, but we didn't talk about it, just went with the flow. after vacations started, we confessed to each other at around 2 am in end december. she is so fucking beautiful and nice and adorable and she's an artist right? she made me a portrait 😭 it's not a replica of me but she tried to do the features but good god. i love her so so much. she crochets. she crocheted me a pink heart. her hugs are so damn comfy. i'm probably embarrassing myself but man i could pine forever.

so yes. yours truly is in love. and god it feels awesome.

off topic but the first line reminded me of bad girls club by falling in reverse omgs SNEAKING AWAY FOR ALONE TIME IS PEAK ROMANTIC BEHAVIOUR I'M SO PROUD OF YOU 2 AM ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WHY AM I NOT LIVING A LIFE LIKE THIS WHY IS BEING GAY SO HARD DID YOU DO THE 3RD DECEMBER SWEATER THINGY I JUST FOUND OUT IT'S A THING in 2023 I'M LIVING UNDER A ROCK pardon the caps fuck it THE CAPS ARE BACK SHE MADE YOU A PORTRAIT?? SHE MADE YOU A- *screams* nah she CROCHETS TOO??? bye i need like 2 weeks of bed rest to recover nawww what do you mean embarrassing yourself i've said way worse to you. this is so cute i'm so happy for you hshjsjhsjsk can you adopt me please

INSANE i'm not gonna lie it is a good feeling when they love you back. wow. raag this is incredible. if i'm not wrong this has been a great year for you, what with finding love and being sports captain and winning races ooff they grow up so fast 🥹

and since uh. you shared. i mean it's not transactional or anything i really wanted to tell you but you were busy i guess and oh you'll be having boards rn i hope that's going well !! but. ALSO. YA BOI PULLED. I PULLED. FINALLY. BAHAHJAHAJA I SCORED A GUY FASTER THAN HE SCORES BASKETS HE'S SO PERFECT I LOVE HIM HE'S BEEN GIVING ME CHOCOLATE FOR A WEEK NOW BECAUSE APPARENTLY THERE'S SOMETHING CALLED VALENTINE'S WEEK. fuck. i finally understand what aristotle from the book meant when he said he was afraid of dante. i'm afraid of him. i'm afraid of how he makes my brain short-circuit when i'm with him and how we make the same stupidly corny jokes and pickup lines and how he chooses to not go home by bus and instead walks extra to the public bus stop just so he can wALK HOME WITH ME and gets all shy when he asks if we can hold hands and how he gets this look when random uncles on the road see us so i flip them off because i'm not afraid of shit anymore and how he laughs when i say some stupid shit and how he sends me recordings of him playing guitar and singing songs and by GOD his voice is beautiful and he's beautiful. he's beautiful. god.

#i really feel like i can do anything #like cmon #i broke a guy's nose in a fight #why should i hold back from doing dumb stuff and being happy anymore #i'm tired of that #about damn time i got a boyfriend i'm not going to overthink like i usually do #i took the plunge raag #i took the plunge by confessing and it worked out #so #i guess that's good #yey #are you proud #raag best beloved

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nancydrewwouldnever · 1 year

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Okay, people really didn't know Wahlberg went to prison when he was sixteen for almost beating a guy to death in what looked like a hate attack?//

It’s not just that. On two separate occasions (or more but that what we know) him and his friends chased elementary school aged Black kids town the street, throwing rocks at them and screaming “Kill the (hard r n word)” that was the first time. The second him he did it again at a beach to 3rd graders on a field trip. Walhberg even encouraged other white teenage boys to participate in again throwing rocks. One of those kids was the same from the previous hate crime. He tried to explain it by saying he was on PCP. He tried to get it expunged. A victim from this didn’t forgive him and said “once a racist always a racist”. He later rescinded trying to expunge his record. He’s trash. He did this in mid 80s as a teen.

This man does not deserve to be a famous millionaire.

#ask

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rosepascal · 9 months

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🍵 pottery painting!!! making cute little suprises for each other!! who it is depends on what i’d being painted on both ends but i’d fall so in love if they ordered us a little set to do at home, favourite takeout (indian), sweet little music playlist they made special for me!! and some good ol’ flirty banter. candlelit, vulnerable, artsy, flirty, i need it tbh. all planned by him btw! he’s just like “put on something comfy and get in the car”. yessir🫡

-🧸🧸

join my 1.5k celebration!

this date screams Marcus pike. He's the art FBI guy but I feel like he actually sucks at art in a really cute way. Like he tries and it looks like a 3rd graders art project but hes so proud so its cute anyway. So ofc this is the perfect date for him to take someone on. I think he's more of a homebody tbh so he would put on some music and you could just paint and vibe.

#1.5k celebration #marcus pike

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crtter · 2 years

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Actually, I never understood why people get so pissed off when some kid online calls them old. It’s like… bro, that’s a kid. Everyone older than them might as well be methuselah to a kid. Why do you even care, that’s like going out of your way to scream at a 3rd grader on the street for calling you a poopyhead

#reporting live

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garglyswoof · 1 year

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Story time!

I was on a Europe trip with my high school World Issues class and our first stop was Italy!

We get on the coach bus in Rome to drive down to Sorrento and the tour guide is introducing himself, talking about the scenery, the history of the region.

All of a sudden there was a BANG and the bus stops. The tour guide tells us that the "colourful suitcase" is on the road!!!

Well, what do you know? My purple suitcase is covered in this!!

Poor suitcase cover, it had only be on for 12 hours!!!

And so the Italian Itinerary of Incidents began!

Ok so! We finally get to the hotel, it's beautiful, we're having a great time, and we have to pick roommates.

It's me, and a bunch of 10th graders that I don't know on this trip.

So we pick rooms and they send me, my suitcase, and two other girls (my roommate's) suitcases to the 3rd floor. I'm alone in the elevator and I press the button. It's a tight squeeze with me and all the suitcases.

The elevator starts to go up, and PAST, the third floor to the 5th floor, AKA the roof.

Kelly, there wasn't a button for the roof. I don't know why or how it went there.

And when I got there, the elevator refused to let me go back down!

I went to the edge of the railing and started screaming for my teacher to help.

It took maintenance 15 minutes to get me back down to the lobby.

Lolol. Trapped on.a roof in italy, inexplicably sent by the gods. What a story.

#story time #also im glad they got your suitcase

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gods-favorite-autistic · 1 year

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Love how I always act like my elementary school was super normal and boring when in reality:

For my first three years there they would send me to our “movie” room (we would watch sex ed videos and sometimes the Polar Express) and I would just sit in a room with a teacher doing logic games and stuff the entire day because I was the only kid in GT in my grade

I very specifically remember playing I Spy, this one card matching game, and the one thing where you would make a marble track thingy

In 3rd grade they would just shove me on an empty bus to another school in the mornings because once again I was the only kid in GT in my grade

Every year without fault we would all come to school in our pjs and bring blankets and pillows and stuffed animals and we would watch the Polar Express either in the gym or in our classrooms with hot cocoa

Every year they’d make us line up in our respective hallways and make signs and shit and then have the graduating 5th graders walk up and down each hallway while we clapped and cheered and held out our hands like they were celebrities cause they felt like it and then once they were gone we would just sit there while awkwardly listening to the music over the PA

No stairs. Just two big ramps going up and down the main hallways (which now that I think back on it was actually super cool of them)

This is just a public school thing in general bud if you were in fourth and fifth grade you would just randomly hear screaming

I heard that apparently our old coach got arrested for something to do with taxes

We would have raffles sometimes and one time our teacher won this dope ass basket with like movies and stuff in it and we went batshit like we were jumping up and down screaming clapping like the other fifth grade teachers were told us that they could hear us from like the opposite end of the hallways

They had the patrol kids doing crossing guard duty essentially. Like they would give us a giant stop sign and head up to one of the school crosswalks for either the bus lane or the student pick up/drop off area for like half an hour in the Texas heat but hey if you had outside duty and it was really cold outside you got hot cocoa

Every year at the end of the year 5th grade patrol kids would get to have a pool party but my grade didn’t get to do that because COVID happened which sucked

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writersmorgue · 2 years

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Our dad didn't do all of this to us, but his dad would often yell and scream and hit his sister (or, on occasion, him) in favor of him (or his sister if it was him). I think the worst thing he's ever directly said to us was that his dad would yell at his sister for still wanting the crust cut off his sister when she was 9, but I distinctly also remember him describing that in 3rd grade he broke his nose because "another third grader did it". Izuku said he doesn't buy the "third grader did it" thing, because they'd probably be about the same size at that age, and that he actually thinks his dad did it. We have no way of proving this, and no way to ask because our dad will lock everything away just to avoid having memories of his family again. The weird thing is, after everything our dad told us about his dad, the mom still likes her FIL. I, as an introject of Shoto, actually remember only forgiving my old man to get Touya back into the family, and that I, an introject, don't really have the capacity to truly forgive people who've wronged me. I may have formed from our host's hatred of the Endeavor redemption arc.

- Shoto

"I may have formed from our host's hatred of the Endeavor redemption arc." well jesus fuck that's not very cash money. parents need to parent apparently i stg i have words

#soup shoto #soup the nightingale database

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