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redxwater · 1 month

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Waiting Room (Chapter 1)

Leon Kennedy x F!Reader

(Warnings chapter 1 : depression, anxiety, harsh language.)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,

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“Yeah, no i’ll be fine Claire. Call you later” a young blonde boy spoke through the phone. Call connected to Washington D.C from NYC. On the other line in the capital was a younger woman. “Okay, text me if there’s anything!” The brunette girl smiled before hanging up. Claire was Leon’s best friend, but she isn’t always capable of helping him. She tries her best though.

Leon didn’t want a foster family, even if it was for the better. He lived with Claire’s family for a few months before getting a scholarship in a music major. He tells himself he’s lucky, in a way… Claire has known him for 4 years, since they were freshmen. Her family loved Leon, sometimes they hoped they would end up together, but they never did.

With a deep sigh, he rolled out of bed and put on the jeans that were on the floor, and a sweater. He threw on his old white sneakers and put some deodorant on. He grabbed his phone and headphones and was out the door.

He didn’t brush his hair, he hadn’t for 3 days. He stuffed some gum in his mouth and spat it out 5 minutes later, before heading into english class. He had been at college for a month, it wasn’t that bad, but he thinks it is. Everything sucks. Literally everything. Depression was something he struggled with even before he lost his parents. He tried therapy for a long while but didn’t feel like it worked.

Leon is a quiet observer, he knows most people in his classes. Well their names at least, today was no different. Despite his depression his grades are peaked, he has the same routine everyday and that includes school work. “Leon Kennedy?” the professor went through the absence list. He sticks his hand in the air and puts it down again. The man in front of the class nods and goes on until it’s done.

English was boring, Leon always has been a very smart kid. But maybe that was a good thing right now too. He didn’t have too put too much effort into everything.

The blonde boy hadn’t shared a dorm for a few weeks, he didn’t expect anyone to move in by now but when he opens his door at the end of the day, he’s surprised by boxes everywhere. He just tries to ignore it and grabs a glass of water.

Leon dials Claires number and waits for her to pick up “Hey what’s up?” The other line speaks. “I think i got a roommate, there’s boxes everywhere” he says while sitting on the small kitchen counter. “Oh cool! Are they nice?” She asks with enthusiasm, hoping Leon could make some friends, maybe. “Dunno, maybe. Haven’t met them yet. But it’s a mess here and i don’t like it” he mumbles a bit while inspecting the boxes in the room.

Leon has always been quite neat if it comes to anything but his bedroom. His bedroom is a mess, not disgusting but just a mess. “Can’t you put it all in their room?” She asks sounding a bit crisp through he phone. “Why would i? It’s not my shit. I’m just gonna be in my room.” He says and abruptly hangs up. He’s not annoyed about sharing a dorm. He doesn’t care. As long as they acknowledge each other’s presence and keep things to as much as a “hi” there should be no problem.

Leon settles behind his desk in his room and does some homework before playing a few games. Around 7 he goes out the door, there’s still boxes. Where could that roommate be?

“Oh shit i’m sorry!” A girl bumps into Leon in front of the dorm room he came out of. “Oh you’re my roommate!” You exclaim. “Right.” Leon dryly replies. You tell him your name and stick out your hand for the blonde guy shake. “Leon.” He shakes your hand. “Can you sort those boxes out?” He asks with an annoyed tone “Oh yeah totally” you smile and go into the dorm. “See you later, Leon” you close the door and Leon walks away.

You spend all evening unpacking and put stuff everywhere around the dorm. You accidentally open the door to Leons room, thinking it was the bathroom. The room is dark, it smells fine. Mostly like men’s deodorant. Even in the dark you see clothes everywhere on the floor. You shrug your shoulders, you’re not the neatest either.

After 2 hours Leon returns and looks slightly surprised for a second to see you. He’s not used to living with someone in his dorm. He doesn’t say anything and just walks by to his room. Before he can enter you speak “where did you go?” You ask trying to get to know him a bit. “Doesn’t matter” he cuts off and closes his door. Weird guy, you think. But there’s something about him, you just know.

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jungwnies · 1 year

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syn ' just rivals? just friends? or is it something more? pairing ' fem!reader x rival!jake (academic rivals to ???)

“this is stupid.” you complain as you stare at your notebook in front of you.

“maybe you just don’t understand it because you’re not as scholarly as me.” jake snickers as he sits at the desk behind you.

you turn your head and give him a death stare, “whatever einstein, that's why you have a big head.”

“at least i’m not failing physics.” jake says, laughing.

you roll your eyes and turn back to your notebook circling the same problem, “seriously, this makes no sense.” you mumble as you continue to do physics in your statistics class.

jake taps your shoulder, “you know if you just let your pride down for a second i could help you out.”

you roll your eyes again, “i’d rather not.”

jake laughs, “well, when you fail, don't blame me for not helping you.”

you sigh and finally give in, “okay fine, help.”

“pleaseeee?” he says, jokingly as he grabs your notebook from you.

you laugh, “shut up.”

jake smiles at you, “this is so easy y/n.”

you give him a straight face and snatch your notebook back, “if you’re going to belittle me then i’d rather not get your help.”

jake grabs the notebook back, “shut up, and let me do my thing.”

the teacher walks up to the two of you, “can you guys please keep it down?” “you guys might be done with the assignment, but the rest of the class isn’t.”

you give jake a certain look and purse your lips together, you look at the teacher and nod, “yeah, sure.”

you lower your tone and watch jake solve the problem in your notebook, “see, all you had to do was add those two together, multiply the velocity to the cos and then divide it by the-”

you cut jake off, “yeah yeah yeah, thanks.”

as the class finishes up the assignment, nearing the end, the teacher handouts a packet.

“alright, guys, listen up for just 5 minutes.” she says, grabbing everyone’s, well almost everyone’s attention. “this is a partner project, this time you will be allowed to pick your partner, your task is to go around and ask people to complete a survey made by you and your partner…” blah blah blah.

you turn around to look at jake, he smiles at you, indicating that the two of you guys would partner up.

“you know, for someone who literally hates me, you always want to partner up with me.” jake jokes.

you give jake the same blank stare, “please don’t let this gas your head, you’re just the only bearable person in this class.”

someone interrupts your conversation, “hey jake, want to be my partner?” she asks, with a smile.

you look at the girl confused, and jake purses his lips, “actually, i already have a partner, sorry.”

the girl looks at you and rolls her eyes, “you guys always partner up together though, why not pick someone else?”

jake laughs, “i don’t know, because we work well together?”

you nod, “yep, two peas in a pod!” you chirp, sarcastically.

the girl walks away with an attitude and you sigh, annoyed.

“what? can’t bear the thought of not working with me?” jake chuckled.

“says you, you’re the one who rejected her.” you tell him.

“i’ll go tell the teacher.” jake says, standing up.

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“this project is really dumb.” you say as you create the survey. “like seriously, couldn’t there have been a more interesting stats project?”

“y/n, i feel like you’re always thinking something is dumb.” jake says, as he types on the form.

“yeah, because everything is dumb, including you.” you jabbed, jokingly.

“and here i was thinking you liked me.” jake says, jokingly.

you feel your cheeks heat up and you look away and back down at your laptop, “gross.”

jake looks at you and smiles, “what, am i really someone who you dislike?” he questions.

you shake your head, “no, but it’s nice having a rival, no one else cares about academics as much as you do in our grade.”

jake smiles at you.

“what?” you say, looking at him, “why are you staring at me?”

jake shrugs, “i just find it funny how much you care about your grades, yet complain about school all the time.”

you roll your eyes, “well how else am i going to get rich?”

jake looks at you again, “so you don’t hate me?”

you laugh, “what?”

“i mean, you said that it’s nice having a rival, but wouldn’t you also consider us friends?” jake quizzed as the two of you finished up the forms.

you shrug, “yeah i mean i guess you are one of my closest friends.”

“closest?” jake smiles.

you roll your eyes, “sure.”

jake closes your laptop and puts it besides him, he looks at you again, but this time weirdly.

“jake, what are you doing? we have to get this done soon so we can collect data.” you scold him trying to grab your laptop from him.

he leans back as you try to grab your laptop from him, “jake! seriously.” you grumbled, not realizing how all over him you were.

you fall forwards on top of jake and look at him, he had a cheeky smile, and he was looking into your eyes. it was like time went in slow motion.

“you know y/n, you’re really pretty.” he confesses.

“yeah?” you challenged, looking him in the eye.

“yeah.” he tells you, admiring your features.

you get off of him and clear your throat, “anyways, can i have my laptop back?”

jake hands you back your laptop and also clears his throat, “so, will you go on a date with me?”

you choke on air and look at jake, “huh?”

“or did i misread that whole situation?” he asks, now a little nervous.

you laugh, “when and where?” you ask, looking at your laptop still.

jake begins to tell you his plans for taking you out, a smile plastered on his face the whole time.

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rafecameronsgun · 2 months

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Rafe bullies you since 9th grade,but he never took it far until now. Its your last year of school. He literally destroyed ur school days. For example when he locked you in the dressing room before PE,or when he grabbed your tits in front of everyone and told you to wear push up-bras.He made you anxious, not being able to look at anyone because they all just laugh at you and think you are ridiculous because of all the gossip Rafe told them about you.

You and Rafe both got kicked off Mrs Grace’s math lesson because of arguing and making a show.

DARK!Rafe

-Why can't you finally get off of me?-the sea of emotions burst out of you when you both stepped out into the corridor.

Rafe makes a bored face at your whining and then grabs your hand and drags you to the empty dining hall not far from the abandoned classroom.

- Listen to me! - he pushes you and you fall to the ground. His middle parted hair hangs loosely in his eyes as he bends down to talk to you.

-You are nothing, just an ugly bitch with whom I can play as I please, take everything I do to you or try to fight back and see what happens.

You push yourself up on the ground into a sitting position. You close your eyes and speak with a trembling voice.

-What do I have to do for you to finally leave me alone?

Rafe laughs.

-Oh, I don't think there's anything you can do to make me leave you alone. Your pathetic existence revolves around people like me and I'm just bored to play with you for as long as I want.

You place yourself on your knee and it is extremely pathetic that you are about to beg for him.

- Please, please, I can't go home one more time and cry myself to sleep because you embarrass me all day! I leave school every morning with anxiety, I don't want to spend the last year of school like this!

Rafe laughs loudly at your dramatic speech and his blue eyes darken as he unbuttons his khaki pants with a dark smirk.

- If you suck me well enough, maybe I'll let go of you.

You swallow and even though you knew that Rafe Cameron is evil incarnate, that he can do anything just to have power over someone, but you didn't think that he could really go that far. Since you're already on your knees, you don't have much to do except to take his huge cock.

Desire and passion tower in dark colors in his beautiful blue eyes. He smooths your hair back with his big, strong hands and grabs it in a ponytail.

- Do what I asked, you dirty Pogue!

You close your eyes and force yourself to move forward. You've never done this to anyone before, so you're disgusted by the strange smell that hits your nose. You open your mouth as if you're about to eat and take the red tip first. You taste it, suck it, which makes Rafe moan quietly.

-Enough teasing, now suck it!-he grits between his teeth

You push your mouth forward, only until it is not uncomfortable. When you feel him filling your mouth completely, you pull back a little, but Rafe grabs your hair and pulls your head back to look up at him.

- You are not pleasing yourself,you are pleasing me!

And with one movement he swings his hips forward and pushes his cock down your throat and when tears start to form in your eyes, he stops. For another 5 seconds

he won't let you go until the first tear rolls down your face and then he' pulls it out.

He groans and tugs at your hair, pulling you up from the ground.

-You're an useless little bitch-he hisses as he presses your face against one of the dining tables. He pulls off your short skirt along with your panties and spreads your legs with his knees. One of his hands firmly presses your face to the table and the other lands on your ass with a loud snap. You shudder and shiver from the sudden impact. Then he do it again and again. You feel awfully pathetic for enjoying this, your pussy wet. You moan loud from the last slap, because it hits your pussy straight. Rafe laughs darkly and with a sudden movement he enters your body. You grunt and youre glad that he doesn't see how my eyes roll 360 degrees.

-Damn it!-he giggles as he begins to pick up a rhythm. Your legs are so far apart that you can't even close because of Rafe's body pressing into your cunt, his dick touches that certain sweet spot in you. You scream, your walls tighten around him and his fingers gently start to play with your clit to please you even more.

-Rafe!-you gasp-I can't take it...too much!-you almost cry from the excessive dose of released endorphins and dopamine.

-ENOUGH!

Rafe smirks and thrusts all the way in, not moving his hips as his dick is fully inside you,filling you.His hand starts to circle your clit faster, until your legs are shaking. Now you're really crying and you can't hold it in any longer, you're moaning around his dick accompanied by a huge scream.

-Take it, take it, you little whore...-Rafe groans as he chases his orgasm. After a few seconds, he pulls it out and squirts it on your lower back. The hot liquid flows down your ass. He slaps both of your ass cheeks one last time and pulls up his pants. His cum drying on your skin as you are still here,trying to catch your breath.

-You're a filthy pogue slut, don't expect me to give the luxury of respecting you. - he says in a hoarse voice.

Before I can react, the principal's voice comes from the school radio.

-Mr. Cameron and Mrs. (your name) come to the office immediately!

Oh, what trouble you've gotten yourself into!

@rafescokewhore @rafeandonlyrafe @rafeinterlude @sadfury @drewsbebe @starkeyisthelastname @urfavcameron

@xxbutdaddyilovehimxx

#outer banks #rafe cameron #smut #outerbanks #rafe cameron obx #rafe cameron smut #school #school bullying #school romance #fuuuck

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the-hole-in-terzos-shoe · 10 months

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Intro to Romantic Literature: Prologue

Professor!Terzo x TA!Reader (pretty gen for this part, but the main fic describes fem parts)

CW: implied smut, MDNI, 18+ only please, romantic tension, professor Terzo is a tease ✨

Word Count: 1.2k

I have been working on a Professor Terzo fic for MONTHS now, literally months. I'm getting close to the end, and this prologue popped in my head at 5 o'clock this morning, so I had to scribble it down. Plus, I think it'll make a cute little teaser 🥰 enjoy!

Intro to Romantic Literature: here!

Every day feels like a big day as you barrel towards the end of your degree. The pressure of arranging your final portfolio of works, defending final arguments, typing papers... it's all really starting to get to you.

𝘐𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯, the bittersweet thought crosses your mind. You'd finally be done with all this stress and move onto the ease of a consistent career, but you'd also be leaving behind the best job you've ever known. Leaving 𝘩𝘪𝘮 behind.

In fact, you're so lost in your thoughts, collecting and organizing papers and files so efficiently--you could do it in your sleep at this point--that you don't notice him staring at you, the pained expression on your professor's face that would tell you it eats him up to see you like this: so stressed you're ready to snap.

He reads you like the many leaves and pages studied in his romantic literature class, like a poem written just for him. You recite your feelings to him daily without knowing it; it's in the way you walk, the way you hold yourself, the way you tilt your head when you rest the tip of your pen on your bottom lip, lost in thought on the class discussion at hand.

Sauntering into his office, you drop your shoulders as you flop into his soft leather chair, taking a deep breath before sorting papers accordingly: lesson plans in the bottom right desk drawer, books on the bookshelf, papers to be graded in the third slot of the black wire rack, anything needing immediate attention left squarely on his desk in plain sight.

"Grazie, stellina," his voice snaps you back to reality, immediately causing your cheeks to flush at the nickname. 'Little star' is what it means. It makes you feel like a teacher's pet, which would've bothered you if it had been anyone else; however, it makes you feel special to earn attention from him. "La mia brava ragazza, you always do such a good job for me." He leans in the doorway, running a hand through his graying locks.

"Thank you, Professor Emeritus," it comes just above a whisper, and you look down at the desk briefly before standing to make your exit.

"Ah, ah, ah, not so fast," he murmurs, catching your waist as you try to pass him in the little room. Spinning you around, he pins the back of your thighs to the desk before leaving some space between you... Just enough space to be respectful, but a clear indication that you're not getting out of this so easily.

You're so caught up in the intoxicating scent of his expensive cologne that you hardly hear him when he asks how you've been. "Hm?" you reply, playing naïve.

"Tesoro, please, I can't have my favorite student looking as distracted as you've been lately," he starts, but you interrupt him.

"I'm not your student, I'm your teaching assistant," you remind him with a light hearted smile.

"You are still learning things, no?" he cocks one thick black eyebrow in that way that always makes your heart skip a beat, his intense white eye putting you in checkmate.

"I suppose so," you whisper, looking down at his ridiculously shiny loafers.

His fingers under your chin direct your stare back up, "What has you so distant, eh? Would you like to talk about it, cara? Confess your sins... So to speak." He winks at you, earning a small huff of a laugh from you.

"What are you, the Pope?" you joke.

His eyebrows quirk in an unreadable way, but he stays silent, urging an answer from you.

"I've just been really stressed with school," you finally concede, letting out a breath you'd been holding.

"Have I put too much on you?" he worries about the workload he's given you cutting into your schedule.

"No!" you look up at him almost desperately, "No, I enjoy this position so much. It's everything else. The final papers, getting good grades, trying to graduate." You choke on the last few words; it was something you'd been emotional about the last few weeks, plus your professor had your guard down.

"Don't cry, tesoro," he commands softly, but it's already too late as tears flood your waterline. Without a second thought, he cups your face in his hands, wiping away anything that threatens to spill across your cheeks. Wrapping a protective arm around your waist, he pulls you flush to his chest before fishing a handkerchief from his pocket, because of course he has one, and dabbing softly under your eyes before offering the piece of silk to you.

"Thank you," you stutter, clutching the cloth in your hand. Hesitantly, you glance up at him before laying your head on his chest, folding your arms under his in a hug.

His hand on your waist falls to caress the small of your back while the other cradles your head, while you regulate your breathing. You can't say for certain, but you think you feel a whisper of a kiss placed on the crown of your head. Holding each other like that for however long, you don't know, but when his fingertips gently start to massage your scalp, you let out an involuntary moan.

Your cheeks blush pink again, meeting a much more heated look in his mismatched eyes. As his warm hands move to grasp at your hips and waist, suddenly all of your worries melt away, as the only thing you can think about is him hoisting you up on the perfectly organized little desk and having his way with you, your panties tossed aside in his office chair, and you laid back and arched up into him while he works every tension from your needy body.

Your fantasy fades away when Professor Emeritus's hand cups your chin again, fingers pressing into your jawbone in a dominant way to lift your face to his. Your gaze wanders to his plump lips... how many times you've thought of having them on you.

His thumb gently strokes your cheek as he leans impossibly closer, and one of your hands smoothes over his firm chest.

But before he makes a move that he can't come back from, he presses the pad of his thumb firmly against your supple lips, stopping himself from crossing the line, even though he so badly wants to... wants you.

He gives you a solemn nod before putting some distance between your bodies, "I hope you're feeling a little better, after our, uh... chat, stellina."

"Uh huh..." is all you manage to breathe out before straightening up. "Yes, sir."

Offering a reassuring squeeze to your shoulder, he carefully presses a kiss to your cheek before sending you on your way.

Tonight, you'll tell yourself that you misread the situation, that he was only trying to be a kind and caring professor, but somewhere deep down inside you, under lock and key, you know that isn't true. Especially because you felt something hard graze against your hip as you squeezed past him and out into the hallway, but you put that thought far behind you as you head back to your dorm.

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na0koz · 2 years

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DATING HAIKYUU BOYS IN HIGH SCHOOL !

specifically the start of the year..

ft. kenma, atsumu, ushijima

kenma has 7 alarms, each 5 minutes after the other. he lays there with his eyes shut until the seventh finishes, then he gets up and slowly starts getting ready. he’s someone who has to get up really early because he’s so slow at getting ready. every morning he texts you saying he’s not going only to be waiting in his hallway while you talk to his mom before school, his uniform slightly ruffled and bag definitely missing some books but at least he bothered. again a slow walker to and from school except slightly faster on the way home wants to get home. leaves homework til the night before, sometimes the period before it’s due. basically, he’s doing the bare minimum but still holding up his surprisingly good grades.

atsumu is too excited about going back. he keeps going on about wanting to see how people changed as you walk to school on the first day and you know he just wants people to notice how strong and muscly he got over the summer. i mean yeah, you’ve been gawking at his shoulders nearly bursting out his blazer as he swings his arms around from excitement, but he doesn’t need to know that.. while literally jumping around and shaking you by the shoulders about how thrilled he is to go back to school (he’s been hit in the head by a ball too many times), he’s complaining at the same time about having to wear uniform again. “i think in third year we shouldn’t have to wear it!” he yelled into the quiet street, turning a few heads and scaring some nearby birds. we won’t talk about atsumu’s homework career..

ushijima is ready. he’s prepared. for anything. he already wakes up at 6am throughout the summer to go for a run or train so it’s just another day for him. when you ask him if he’s excited to go back he looks at you funny and asks why he would be, then concluding that he is looking forward to seeing a few people. he’s one of those people who gets so much done in the vacation like go away somewhere, work out (surprise!), go and see relatives, completely clean his room out, everything you could think of. you meet tendou on the way to school and he practically leaps when he sees ushijima as if they didn’t do training together a few days ago. his homework is completed the night it’s set and done to perfection.

vivi’s note: in the light of school starting. what a fun time.. get through september challenge!

#haikyuu imagines #ushijima x reader #kenma x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #kenma kuzome #ushijima wakatoshi #atsumu miya

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digenerate-trash · 10 months

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All of my teacher head cannons are based on my experiences with real teachers.

that being said:

More teacher head cannons!!!

(this time I rated them on how well I think they would be as a teacher)

Doren

Lowkey would fuck a student if they got consent.

Gives off “I have a daddy kink” energy but not the cool kind

Calls students Good boy/girl to gauge their reactions.

Will give extra homework to the whole class if one dude pisses them off

Has a ‘I’m the cool’ teacher thing going on but is really the most uncool bitch in the whole world.

Would spit on you if he could get away with it.

Is absolutely a bitch that says “I don’t know CAN you?” when you just need to piss

Will put stickers on your tests that say generic shit like “good job” and “wonderful”

No one gets graded above a 95% because he personally believes that he knows better than every student and even some teacher's real “I'm the smartest man in this school” energy

Will put on movies at the end of the year because he doesn't feel like teaching the last week

Overall 2/10 I’m not learning shit in this class (out of spite.)

Mason

Needs approval from everyone for everything.

Probably just learning the ropes as a teacher

The cool teacher.

Everyone wants a piece of this man and he just wants to swim

Could literally convince him the sky was purple he's a gullible mess

Gym body but puppy personality

Would throw hands at anyone who harassed any of his students.

Gentle teaching methods. Sometimes super effective but some students use it to coast

Super easy to get sidetracked

Undiagnosed ADHD man

Students openly flirt with him and he's got no clue how to respond so he's just like “Haha good joke”

Would not fuck a student no matter what,

Clueless about other teachers and the inner politics going on at the school

Stay in his lane king

Absolutely started off as a lifeguard and doesn't know how his life got here

6/10 I’m a big fan of your class but it's only because it's easy.

River

Virgin.

Has a full life outside of school

Like two years away from retirement

When the class gets too out of hand wants to curl up and die right there

Stressed as hell 24/7

Never married never will be

Teaching style is harsh as hell but will stay after school or give up their lunch break to help out students who are struggling

No days off in this class it doesn't matter if your exams are done. School is school and you will learn as long as you are here

Doesn't play favourites but he seriously should.

Hates Doren (just has a bad feeling about the dude)

5/10 I'm trying my best dude please stop saying you know I can my reach potential if I applied myself. Its math. I'm not gonna apply myself

Sirris

Says she “knows what I'm going through” but I doubt her science teacher was a MILF.

Why are you always wearing low-cut tops???

At least one rumor about how a student fucked her over her desk and it was so good she hentai came.

Gentle teaching style but doesn't take any shit.

Has considered slapping students but never would

Personal stories that tie into the lesson somehow

Talks all the time about how much she loves her kid and how much of an angel he is

Would love to get a tiny kiss on the head from her. Please

She brings a lot of momma bird energy to the class.

Will touch your shoulder very gently

Will then look over your test and say to the whole class “Remember to read the questions on the test carefully”

A student has absolutely called her ‘mom’ by accident and she feels flattered by that

Will put on bill nye on Fridays after a test to give everyone a break.

8/10 Either adopt me or let me make out with you. I'm dealing with confusing feelings!

Winter

Bro if Sirris is a MILF winter is like a super MILF with no kids.

Big BDSM lesbian energy.

Her weekends are booked solid and she has no time for school life to get involved with that.

Wears SFW leather accents all the time no matter the weather.

Has decided that instead of gray hair they want platinum blonde and they are rocking it

Calls her students good boys/girls out of habit.

Absolutely could beat any of the other teachers in a fight.

She's super passionate about history and has several antiques which she considers priceless.

Students who mock her subject are always sorry after she lectures them.

She's happy to help students during lunch. But not after school. She has boundaries

Overall 8/10. Im not confused. Fuck me into the historically accurate pillary with your massive strap. Im fucking ready.

Leighton

Evil.

Will fuck students without their consent

Absolutely blackmails students and teachers.

Dude jacks it under his desk at school while he watches porn after using his admin pass to get passed the website blockers.

Will send teachers an NSFW link and then mark them for disciplinary action for clicking on it. (Mason will fall for this trick every time)

Has never and will never hire an outside consultant or HR representative claiming its a ‘waste of resources’

Dude will rub his hard dick on your back while you're sitting in his office for detention.

Piss kink. Don't ask me for evidence. I just get this /feeling/

Will take a long weekend more than a couple of times a year just for the fun of it. But will never allow the same grace to any other teacher.

Has a file of his favourite students that he meticulously plans to molest. It's like a black book.

Bro obviously watches teacher/student porn or 18yr/old man porn at school.

Teaching style is fucking old school. Reinforcement through pain/ruler. Writing lines. Detention sessions are just holding a penny between your knees and standing in the corner with a dunce cap on.

Plays favourites but if you are his favourite fucking watch your back.

0/10 I’m not learning shit. And also I dread office visits. If you touch me I'm calling the police.

#dol content #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity teachers #doren the english teacher #mason the swimming teacher #river the maths teacher #sirris the science teacher #winter the history teacher #leighton the headteacher

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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 11 months

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Going back to our roots here what’s your brutally honest opinion about lucaya and joshaya if you’re up for some throwbacks

this message physically aged me 45 years 😭

lucaya- like, it was obviously planned from the beginning, but here's the thing: their dynamic was tired as hell. you see it in every piece of media ever. they were BORING. also I just genuinely almost never liked lucas lmfao. there were a handful of lines throughout 3 seasons that got a laugh out of me- and it was always when he was playing the idiot or confused part, if they had just let him be the wannabe eric of the show it could have been amazing. as for maya, I definitely wasn't as attached to her as I was riley, she just kinda got on my nerves a bit, but Dear God Did She Deserve Better. the triangle was drawn out WAY too long. by the end of it both girls should have left lucas in the dust. we see the 'official' triangle plotline start on new years eve, and end in late september/early october. in no world should it have taken him that long, ESPECIALLY when he knew what a strain it was putting on the girls relationship. if he really cared he would have stepped back, like, literally, it is very very possible to have feelings for someone and not date them, oh my God. farkle had the girls fighting over him ONE time and was like 'hey no I love you guys too much to see you upset'. lucas friar you will always be hated<3

joshaya- I need to get this out of the way because I saw it so much: maya was not trying to date josh when she snuck into the college party. the college girls were not telling josh to date maya. one of josh's friends hits on maya and riley and maya said We Are In Eighth Grade. she's not delusional. the whole episode was how she wanted josh to stop ignoring her. there's subtext ladies!!! cory and topanga were practically raising maya since she was 5. even if it's not addressed too well on screen, you have to be aware that maya and josh have known each other practically their whole lives. considering how close josh is with cory, riley, and auggie, that tells us he saw the family on a regular basis growing up (he literally left his parents and took a train at like 4 in the morning just so cory could open his college letter with him). so josh and maya were likely good friends as children! what we see with his introduction to the show is he starts treating her more as a kid, as his niece's friend, and thinks her feelings are silly and she says No. I need you to take me seriously here. I don't want our friendship to change just because you're in college now. my feelings are not stupid and I want you to respect me. (also. side note. they never said josh's age in the show right?? because for him to start college when he did would make him older than he should have been based on the boy meets world timeline...like, I was kinda working under the assumption he skipped a grade or two in high school but everyone else was like Known Grown Man And Pedophile Josh Matthews Asked A Toddler To Go To The Movies As Friends lmfao). anyway. she asks him to respect her and he does!!! genuine shock and awe! lucas friar found dead in a ditch! lmao. their vague 'let's see how we feel in a few years' talk reminded me a lot of the cory/topanga yearbook quote scene, and they had great chemistry! it didn't feel like something I've seen a thousand times before. it's not like they promised to swear off dating and wait for her 18th birthday, she was basically dating zay by the end of the show. they just said 'we've known each other for a while, there's definitely something between us but this isn't the right time for us to explore it, so let's be friends like we used to' (see: what lucas should have done during the triangle). josh had a tiny bit of an edge to him, but with the dorky matthews heart, which tbh was exactly what maya wanted. I loved how maya acted around josh, it lead to some of her funniest and most open moments in the show. I loved how gentle josh was with her even when she was being annoying. I love a good childhood crush to actual lovers story! sue me! lmao I think if the show had gotten as many seasons as boy meets world they really could have been something special

#girl meets world #gmw #maya hart #joshaya #anti lucaya #asks #molly mumbles #kourtgreene

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Sorry, but I need to say something I've been thinking about for a while. I found geto's death forcing. 1.he loses to a boy with no experience and the power of ''love''. 2.he was stronger and had more knowledge and experience than the boy yuta. 3. It seems that the author just wanted to get rid of geto so that this annoying villain Kenjaku could come. 4. In my opinion, Geto is the best villain. I don't understand why the author didn't want to continue with him. 5. His death was forced because Saturo already had a change in character and personality. What I'm trying to say is that in the film, Satura is already different, he's no longer that immature young man. 6. the serious work was much more dramatic if geto had survived saturo blow he would have become stronger and returned as a villain again with sukuna. Sorry if it's big, but I have these doubts that such a good and well-constructed character had a horrible ending and very little.

I get you, Anon. You have every right to feel that way.

Honestly, as someone who does enjoy Geto, I'll tell you right now that your first point reminded me why I have came to hate the word "fraud".

I really hate what fandoms have done now to that word because it's like that word is thrown at every single character.

Lately, I keep seeing people call Geto a "fraud" because he lost to Yuta, but I'm sitting here like "what the hell is he faking though"?

They really associate losing to being a fraud and it's ridiculous.

Look, I adore Yuta, I do. But let's not sit here and act like Yuta wasn't having a difficult time against Geto because he was.

"Why is Geto considered a Special Grade"?

I don't know, maybe because his technique literally can bring about chaos all over Japan as how Kenjaku used it after the Shibuya Incident? Maybe because he did in fact trained as the same as Gojo did during their school years?

"He doesn't even have a domain"!

Domains are literal trump cards in JJK. It's actually impressive Geto hasn't relied on one. And how do we know he doesn't have one? Just because he didn't use one doesn't mean he doesn't have one. It's like saying a person doesn't have a purple shirt just because you didn't see them wear one that day.

I just can't with people!

The thing that gets me about the whole Yuta vs. Geto fight is that is it expected that Geto would have lost, even more so when the story made it clear that Yuta was going to be a strong individual, but it's how people are reacting to it that annoys me.

Oh my gosh, yes, he lost to a 16-year-old. A 16-year-old who happens to have an insane amount of cursed energy and a bond with the "Queen of Curses", and ooh! He's related to Gojo!

People saying this like it's a brand new concept and just to rag on Geto fans. Why though? You... you cannot be that bored! Yuta is written to be an overpowered character, while Geto was not.

Now, I could be wrong about this. But I feel like Geto was written to be a character that "haunts the narrative" much now just Toji does.

Geto, to me, is an interesting villain and I actually would have loved to see the years of from how he started his cult at 17 to an adult.

In relation to Kenjaku, that just reminded me of a post I saw that pretty much bashed Geto and praised Kenjaku. Now, the JJK villains, I enjoy them all to an extent, I do. And as such, it gets me sometimes how some Kenjaku fans (not all, folks, chill) will bash Geto like he's the worst and even as far as calling him ugly when... Kenjaku literally wanted to merge humanity with Tengen... for a laugh. Kenjaku has done some heinous things, too, come on. And going as far as to calling Geto ugly is funny when Kenjaku is walking around with his face.

Like, Kenjaku actually seeked out to use Geto's body. Not any of the other Special Grade sorcerers or anyone else. His technique was useful for Kenjaku and let's not forget that because of that face and that voice, Kenjaku put the Strongest Sorcerer in a box.

I won't lie, I'm actually intrigued how the plot would have been like if Geto survived and came back later for some more villainy. Him in Kenjaku's spot would be different... but that's a different I gotta see!!

#kiya answers #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #suguru geto #jjk spoilers

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imo they should teach classes & do exercises in grade school (and college) on human accessibility / empathy / awareness & im not joking they need to conduct this with adults, too. maybe continuing ed or something. just a personal example: I dislocated and smashed my shoulder in a biking accident last week. it has been **infinitely more difficult** to do mundane tasks with one arm, because the entire world is based off the assumption that most people have two working arms list of mundane tasks include: 1. opening pill bottles 2. cooking 3. taking out the trash 4. video games (I literally cant play anything unless it can be done w/ one hand which isnt many lol) 5. texting / using my phone 6. getting dressed 7. getting in / out of the shower 8. cutting up fruit / vegs etc 9. opening plastic packages 10. getting up from a lying down position 11. safely exercising 12. opening cans (if it doesnt have a tab for me to open it w/ im fucked bc I cant operate a can opener with one arm lol) 13. sweeping / mopping 14. doing the dishes (if I didnt have a dishwashing machine in my apartment during this shit........................ fuck me. awful) 15. opening doors 17. drying my hands with a manual roll of paper towels 18. toilet paper 19. standing on the train / bus 20. grocery shopping 21. sleeping comfortably 22. doing shots / injectable medication on myself 23. opening single use eye drop vials 24. using nail clippers and i'm probably missing a lot more bc like. i'm not kidding at all when I say literally every aspect of my life is way harder now i'm not a stranger to chronic pain / illness, but having my shoulder & arm immobile for the next few weeks really has me thinking hard about accessibility. more so than usual. and it's incredibly evident and eye opening just how fucking hostile our day-to-day is to disabled & chronically ill people. I think like. perhaps if in grade school we did something as simple as putting an extra shirt / band / whatever to keep someone's dominant arm down from being used, and then encouraged people to interact with their environments as normal throughout the day-- it would be incredibly eye opening to them as well. and perhaps we could instill more understanding & begin to shift focus to more accessible standards universally it's a simple exercise. but its an effective one. you can try it for yourself and see.

#psa #barking into the void #accessibility #disability #disability justice

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awhkacey · 2 years

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’𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑑’ 𝑆𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠：

 i have a naturally high iq

 i have the ultimate concentration

 i have a perfect photographic memory

 i find studying extremely fun

 Studying energises me

 i am always motivated study

 i am fully concentrated and engaged when i sleep

 i enjoy going to school

 learning new languages is so easy for me

 i always get 100% on all my tests and exams

 i find it easy to romanticise school

 i get all my homework and assignments done on time

 i am so incredibly intelligent it literally defies human nature

 i write so unnaturally fast i can write 200 essays in twenty minutes

 i am fast learner

 i am disciplined

 i am incredibly smart

 i am very organised

 i find it so easy to stay productive

 i got the beauty AND the brains

 i slay all my tests and exams effortlessly

 it’s impossibe for me to get a bad grade/bad scor on a test

 it’s so easy for me to learn any subject

 everyone know im a genius at ___

 i know absolutely everything about ___ without studying at all

 i have the highest attention span ever

 nothing could ever break my focus, i’m unstoppable

 everyone wants to be as smart and as motivated to study as i am

 every time i studying i get prettier and prettier

 i look so pretty and mysterious when im studying

 i’m the prettiest girl in the whole entire school

 they say you can’t have both beauty and brains, like bitch explain me then.

 i am the hottest nerd anyone has ever known

 i am the full embodiment and definition of a hot nerd

 my grades are and always have been perfect

 i get good grades even without studying

 i am able to finish a 2hr test in just merely 5 minutes

 i have the whole of google’s and wikipedia’s data embedded in my mind

 i am so smart, everyone wants me to be their personal tutor

 i look hot while wearing glasses < im not sorry i had to-

 i have the best grades ever

 i never get below 100% on all tests and exams

 i get full marks without trying

 why are my grades so high?

 i am great at ___

 i fluent in ____

 i go to my desired school

 i am the definition of being an overachiever

 i can focus when read

 i remember every single little thing i read

 i am free from all anxieties when it comes to public speaking

 it’s so easy for me to romanticise my homework

 i am always motivated to complete my homework

 doing my homework energies me

 i always get all my homework done in the span of five minutes

 it’s so easy for me to stick to a study routine

 i always have the motivation to revise

 i always remember everything I revise

 i have the highest grades in the class

 i never get less than full marks

 teachers always give me full marks because they like too much

 i am an exam slayer

 as soon as i look at the questions on an exam paper, i completely know all the answers

 my teacher keeps leaking the answers to every exam paper

 i effortlessly get full marks on all my exams

 i get full marks on every exam without studying at all

 i always write the full detailed awnsers needed in order to get full marks

 i always top my exams

 teachers always give me full marks no matter what

 anyone who checks my paper gives me full marks

#law of assumption #manifestation #affirmations #neville goddard #self concept #dream girl #desired reality #girlboss #manifesting #affirmyourreality #school affirmations #living in the end #loa #manifest #affirming #lana del rey #studyblr #study motivation #gaslight gatekeep girlboss

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Nerds corruption au chapter 5!!

Thank you so much to everyone who’s been reading so far! This is the first thing I’ve written in literal years and all the likes/reblogs/comments have been super encouraging :) Also, quick update: I have an ao3 account now (same username - rhondafromhr), where I’ll be uploading what I’ve written so far. I’m going to adjust the formatting and fix any mistakes I happen to catch but other than that it’ll be identical. After this, I’ll probably just update there and post the link on here whenever there’s a new chapter. Unless anyone strongly prefers to read it in tumblr post format (I can always do both). Hope y’all enjoy!

Previous chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

“We’re Gonna Become The Bullies” - Chapter 5: No Matter The Cost, Idle The Threat

Hey gang, I have another plan <3 Let’s all meet at Beanies when Max is done with football practice and I’ll give you the rundown

Suddenly, Stephanie’s a lot less excited to have her phone back. How did Grace even get her number? More importantly, why is somebody whose last plan almost ended in manslaughter out here cooking up more plans? Stephanie knows she probably shouldn’t encourage this, but her morbid curiosity is just strong enough that she’s compelled to reply: cool, see you guys there. This better not be about Grace’s campaign to cancel the dance. Stephanie may or may not have an itemized list of cute homecoming proposal ideas for Pete and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t get to use at least one of them. If only Grace could see that she’s totally wrong about co-ed dances. They’re not just an excuse to dry hump in the gym. It’s heavily in the mix, sure, but it’s not the only thing. There’s also underage drinking and dancing awkwardly. It’s an essential high school experience. Now that she thinks about it, Grace has probably missed out on a lot of dumb teenage shenanigans thanks to her sheltered upbringing. Huh, that’s actually kind of sad. Maybe if Grace is open to it, they can help her catch up.

Before she can ponder that too much, she notices Brad Callahan passing by in the hallway, which obviously means she has to stop what she’s doing to raise her fist at him threateningly and call him a weak ass bitch. He flinches and hurries along. God, she’s been doing that every single time she encounters him and it still hasn’t gotten old. She might feel bad if it was anyone else, but Brad sucks. The best part is knowing he can’t do anything about it. She’s beginning to understand why Max does this sort of thing.

She has a couple of hours to kill before they’re meeting up, so she opts to spend them in the library at least trying to get some homework done. Not her idea of a good time, but she figures she should keep her grades high enough that her dad doesn’t get on her case again. Between the better grasp of the material that she now has courtesy of Peter’s tutoring and once again having access to her favorite chill lo-fi study beats playlist on Spotify, it’s not as painful as usual and she manages to finish most of her math worksheet before heading out.

True to form, Grace is already there waiting for everybody when Stephanie arrives. She has two disposable coffee cups in front of her, at least one of which Stephanie assumes contains hot water (seriously, what is her fixation with drinking plain hot water? Even if she’s anti-caffeine, why not just drink herbal tea or something?). Stephanie orders a hot chocolate for Pete along with an iced americano for herself, then joins Grace at the cozy table in the corner. The dainty little bell attached to the door dings to indicate Ruth’s arrival.

“Hi, Ruth,” Grace greets her, sliding Ruth one of the drinks as she sits down “This is for you. It’s tea with honey, the barista said it would be good for your voice. Gotta make sure it’s rested up for the show!”

“Since when are you in the show?” Stephanie asks Ruth “I thought you were doing the lighting board.”

“As of right now, yes,” Grace answers for her “but if you saw her perform, you’d agree she should be the one up on stage, not Trevor.” She says his name with absolute contempt.

“I still don’t know about this,” says Ruth “What if we get in trouble? I don’t want this to affect my chances of getting into college. Everyone knows that’s where all the really spicy sexual experimentation happens, watch some porn!”

“Oh, that won’t be an issue. Haven’t you heard? I’m the hall monitor,” Grace replies.

“Wow, Chasity, no comment on the porn thing? You must be laser focused on whatever this plan is.”

“There’ll be plenty of time for Ruth to reconsider that vow of chastity later,” Grace says as Ruth emphatically shakes her head no “but right now the most important thing is to make sure that lead role goes to the person who actually deserves it.”

Max and Richie arrive next, barely taking notice of the rest of the group as they sit down. Max’s anxious energy is palpable (even if he’s no longer taking his bad moods out on them, he sure can drag down the energy in a room). Richie seems to be trying to talk him down.

“Max, there’s nothing to be worried about! You guys looked great at practice today. There’s no way we’re losing to Clivesdale tomorrow. This is what you’ve been training for,” Richie says.

Max doesn’t seem convinced. “Yeah, but that’s what I thought before the last game and we got destroyed. I don’t want to sleep outside again, it’s been getting really cold out! I could die from hypothermia and become a ghost. You know how I feel about ghosts, Richie!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Richie asks, racking his brain to try and figure out the connection between losing the big game and becoming a hypothermic ghost.

“When we lost to Sycamore, my dad locked me out of the house and made me sleep outside that night,” Max explains “but this is fuckin’ Clivesdale we’re talking about. If we lose to them, it’ll probably be for a week straight.” Richie, Ruth and Grace stare at him in stunned silence. Stephanie just gives him a sympathetic pat on the arm.

“Max,” Richie says, gentle and reassuring “we’re your sworn friends now, which means we’re not letting you sleep outside even if you single-handedly make us lose to Clivesdale. Just stay over at my place.”

“But doesn’t Paul, like, hate me?”

“Oh, he does not hate you. He’s just a little weary of you on account of the years of relentlessly bullying me. He’s going to be out of town, anyway.”

“Ooh, we should all have a sleepover, then!” Ruth says excitedly “That’s where sexy pillow fights happen!”

Stephanie shrugs. “Sure. Beats going home.”

“Oh, that actually does sound fun! My parents would never let me go to a co-ed sleepover, though,” Grace says wistfully.

“Just tell them it’s an overnight bible study and maybe conveniently forget to mention that the boys’ll be there,” Stephanie suggests “if it makes you feel better, I’ll even let you read, like, one passage to me so you’re not technically lying.” This elicits the brightest, most genuine smile she’s ever seen from Grace. Stephanie hopes the passage is at least one of the cool, violent ones and not something basic like “Love is patient, love is kind.” With Grace, it could go either way.

Richie doesn’t comment on everyone essentially inviting themselves over to his house. He simply leaves the table and returns with two mint teas, one of which he hands to Max.

“Here. This always makes me feel a little better when I’m anxious.”

“What? Thanks, bro. That’s so sweet.” Max can’t remember the last time he felt so loved. He never thought he’d have friends who care enough about him to bring him tea when he’s stressed and not let him freeze in the Michigan winter all night just because he loses a game.

All this talk about freezing to death reminds Stephanie that Pete’s hot chocolate is getting cold. Beverages at Beanie’s are best consumed piping hot - the spit is less noticeable that way. Hatchetfield has its fair share of strange, unexplainable phenomena, but why the health department has yet to crack down on this place might be the biggest mystery of all. Why people still come here fully knowing about the spit thing is a close second. Peter finally arrives and gratefully accepts what is now essentially gross, lukewarm chocolate milk.

“Alright, now that everybody’s here we can get started,” Grace begins “As you all know, the theater department cast Trevor in the lead for The Barbecue Monologues. Trevor!” Once again, she utters his name with vitriolic hatred. “Obviously, this is an absolute travesty and it’s our responsibility to fix it. I watched the rest of that rehearsal and he completely phoned in ‘Just For Once’. He can’t even get his lines right, let alone understand the emotional gravity of that song like Ruth does. You can’t tell me it’s God’s will to have Trevor up on that stage instead of her!”

“So, how are we getting Trevor off the stage, then? I need to know how deeply I should regret getting involved in this,” Peter quips. To his surprise, he doesn’t actually feel all that apprehensive. If anything, he’s kind of intrigued, wondering how they’re going to pull this off.

“Well, tomorrow morning I’m going to arrive at school for my usual morning duties and discover a heinous act of vandalism. I guess Trevor and his understudy decided to pull a little senior prank.”

“Wait, we’re framing Rudolph, too? Isn’t it way too convenient that the lead and his understudy both get in trouble this close to opening night? It’s going to look suspicious,” Richie replies.

“Well, those two do everything together! It’d be weirder if they weren’t both in on it. In fact, they’re so close they have these adorable matching friendship bracelets that they never take off. Except during dress rehearsals, that is. You got them, right, Ruth?” Ruth produces two thin, handmade woven bracelets from her backpack. “And at the scene of the crime, apparently, because that’s where they’re going to be found.”

“The scene of the crime?” Peter echoes back.

“The gym. They had the audacity to spray paint…” Grace lowers her voice to a whisper so the rest of the café patrons don’t hear the absolutely vile phrase leave her mouth “…‘Go Clivesdale’ on the wall right before the big game!” The rest of the group audibly gasps. Richie chokes on his tea.

“Go Clivesdale?” he sputters, “isn’t that taking it a little far? Maybe we should just write some swears or something.”

“Or anatomically correct nude drawings!” Ruth chimes in “I have a ton of pictures on my phone we can use for references.”

“Ruth, no. And Richie, the whole point is that it’s too far! We need to do something severe enough for them to actually get in serious trouble. Do you want Ruth to get her moment in the spotlight or not?”

Of course he does. Ruth has been by his side for years and helped him through some of the worst times of his life. He knows how much performing means to her. How she’s been missing out on it for years not for lack of talent or passion, but simply because her anxiety holds her back. If she finally feels confident enough to get up on stage, he decides, he’ll do anything to make that happen. Besides, Grace’s last plan worked out pretty well in the end.

“Okay, I’m in,” Richie says.

“For Ruth,” Pete agrees.

“I still don’t know her super well, but sure, for Ruth,” says Stephanie.

“See, this is why I love you guys! This plan is so smart and sneaky. I’d usually just beat him up and scare him into quitting, but this is way more fun!” Max adds.

“There’s a thought. That might actually be less effort than breaking and entering,” Stephanie muses. She is, of course, purely concerned with efficiency and is not at all thinking about the adrenaline rush she got from beating up Brad and itching to feel it again.

“We’re not breaking and entering. I’ve been a little preoccupied lately and I just might have forgotten to lock the side door to the gym this morning. We’ll just walk right in,” Grace responds with a wicked smile “speaking of which, we should head over. All the staff should be gone for the day. Steph, you’re our getaway driver!” They all follow Grace out of the café, blissfully unaware that they lingered for twenty minutes past closing time.

While her coworkers grumble about entitled customers ignoring their posted hours of operation, Zoe smiles to herself. She caught most of that conversation and can’t help but root for those kids. Committing sabotage to steal the lead role like that? Iconic. They’ve also stolen her heart. She wishes she was half as bold at their age. Their drinks will be on the house next time they come in. Maybe she won’t even spit in them.

The next morning, principal Blim arrives at work feeling less than his best, to say the least. He kicks himself for agreeing to attend “Thirsty Thursday” on a work night - he’s in his forties, who is he kidding? He really needs to stop hanging out with his cousin Barry. That guy was sure “in a hurry” to slam as many consecutive tequila shots as possible last night. He really didn’t care for Barry’s sketchy friend that joined them, either. He got way too drunk and made some comment about locking his kid out of the house whenever his football team loses. The dirtbag seemed completely serious about it, too. He knows Barry’s been going through it with the divorce, but he’s going to have a serious talk with him about how he’s been coping and the company he keeps. He drags himself to the teacher’s lounge for the coffee he desperately needs, trying to ignore the obnoxious fluorescent lights boring into his eyes and making the pounding in his head exponentially worse. As he makes his way to his office, he begs whatever higher power might be listening for a calm, uneventful day. Said higher power must be feeling vindictive, because he’s immediately greeted by a crying, frantic Grace Chasity.

“Principal Blim, thank goodness you’re here! I was doing my morning rounds a-and I stopped in the gym and somebody wrote-“ she sobs “it’s so awful, I can’t even say it!”

“It’ll be okay, Grace. Let’s head over there together and you can show me.”

There’s no need to panic yet. Knowing Grace, this could easily be her reaction to something that’s mildly crude at worst. At least that’s what he thinks until they enter the gymnasium and he realizes she’s absolutely right to be so worked up. See, there’s a beautiful, haunting, hyper-realistic mural of a nighthawk flying over the Hatchetfield Witchwood on the wall opposite the bleachers. It’s been there for about fifteen years now, painted by a former student who was slated to go to a prestigious art school, but sadly went out into that very Witchwood one day and did not make it to the end of her senior year. Now that mural has been desecrated in a manner absolutely unforgivable. As he gazes upon with horror, he drops his mug and the sound of glass shattering on the linoleum floor echoes through the empty gymnasium. This is the foulest, most offensive thing he’s ever seen in his life. He can’t even begin to imagine what type of disgusting human being would do something like this. “Go Clivesdale!” Somebody had the nerve to write “Go Clivesdale!” over the Nighthawk mural! Right before the big game, no less! He’ll catch the perpetrator and make them pay if it’s the last thing he does.

#nerdy prudes must die #npmd #npmd corruption au #max jagerman #peter spankoffski #ruth fleming #stephanie lauter #grace chasity #hatchetfield #richie lipschitz #barry swift #man in a hurry #cw child abuse mention #max jagermans shitty dad #lautski #cw alcohol #corruption arc

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allandoflimbo · 1 year

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I C E P R I N C E S S ∙ 5

Pairings: Popular Girl!Reader x Outkast!Bucky

Explicit Content - Smut - NO MINORS

Summary:

Bucky Barnes is the quiet boy who gets picked on.

The Reader and her friends run with the popular crowd at Stark High.

As the Winter Ball approaches, she is partnered with Bucky Barnes for a class project. They grow close in an inadvertently secret friendship, which later turns into love.

Only catch is…she’s Steve Roger’s ex girlfriend, and before she was partnered up with Bucky, her friends had planned to use and turn Bucky into Stark High’s new it boy to try and get back at Steve; a disgusting bet.

Another catch: She’s a figure skater at the town’s arena every Tuesday and Thursday nights. Bucky works part time at the rink resurfacing the ice. The other doesn’t know.

Modern AU High School fic - later goes into adulthood.

M A S T E R P A G E - FULL SERIES

Warnings: This story will have a lot of angst, a lot of fluff, a lot of cursing, and a lot of sex. Oral, praise kink, body worship, overstimulation, etc. you know me. There will also be loss of virginity in this.

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P R E V I O U S C H A P T E R

YOU'RE walking after him, but he's not stopping.

Not until you touch his arm from behind.

He spins around to face you, making you stumble slightly.

Bucky is two things right now: furious and embarrassed.

"Stop trying to be nice to me." He says slowly but on edge.

You can literally see the frustration in his eyes.

"What?"

He takes a step closer to you.

"This whole facade. Just because I'm your class partner, it does not mean we need to get along. You also don't get to change your mind about being nice after being so mean to me for so long. Just because you have a change of heart one day? Your pity on trying to get a good grade to get into whatever stupid prestigious school you want to get into does not change the fact that you are, and will always be, a bully," you could feel your eyes filling with tears as he went on, "Your sudden kindness does not erase your past. You can't convince me that there is one genuine nice piece of you in there. Everything you do is for a gain."

Your bottom lip trembled, and he almost regretted his words. Almost. They had been building up inside of him for so long, for so many years. While they might've been cruel and maybe made him no better than you, he had felt them for so long.

"You know nothing about me." You say.

"I know that you aren't a nice person," he says simply. And he's right, "Do you think it's kind the way your little friends have been treating me? Still treat me?"

"Again, I'm very sorry about that." He doesn't respond to your apology and you find yourself taking a step closer to him, your voice softening, "They shouldn't have done that since you arrived here to the states—"

"I've been in the same school as you since fourth grade!" He shouts so loudly that some of the people outside the restaurant turn to look at you. You watch him as he breathes hard, guilt consuming you, "That's how oblivious you are and how self conceited." You swallow the tight knot in your throat, "First of all, Princess," he snarls the word like an insult, "you reap what you sow and you are who you accompany yourself with. You've been the same girl for as long as I've known you. With your little preppy friends and your money and all your pep and school popularity; I know girls like you. Don't try to sit there and differentiate yourself from the people you call your friends, especially when you still call them your friends. You still stand there and let it happen." You're both silent as he stops. Your arms are crossed over you chest and your eyes are down at the sidewalk, "You embarrassed me the other day, not them. And whether it was purposeful or not I still can't decide." Your gaze drifts back up to see him walking away from you, but he turns around one last time, his eyes darting you up and down, "Also, I'm not from Europe, I moved from New York City," he tilts his head, "eight years ago. So that right there should be more than enough proof to show the kind of girl you are. I don't need your fake apology and I don't need this that you are offering."

You stare at your hands, at lost for words.

"Bucky—"

"We are study parents and that's it. After these next two months, I never have to see you or any of your little clique ever again."

You swallow hard, that knot in your throat painful as ever.

"You keep saying you are, you are, you are, but the truth is, Bucky, you know nothing about me."

"Just like you know nothing about me."

"Exactly." You both stare at each other after your reply.

"We don't need to know anymore than what we think we know. It doesn't matter anymore. I spent either years being hurt by all of you. I can handle a few more months until we are out of here." He says.

You don't know what to say anymore. It was like trying to pull teeth to get him to listen to you, to get anyone to listen to you. You don't know why you bothered. He was right.

Eight years and you never said a word to him? Were you that oblivious? You weren't in the same classes, that's for sure, but even then in the same school. You both always went to larger schools if what he says is true. It's completely possible for you to not have ever noticed him walking around, but yet he noticed you. Your friends noticed him. They picked on him and bullied him viciously.

Were you that oblivious? That naive?

Were you that blinded by everything going so well for you before your brother's death?

Was that your wakeup call?

You don't have the energy to listen anymore to the words you know are so true.

You've known them for the last few months. Him saying them to you, was just a tough pill to swallow.

You tug on the sleeves of your shirt. You quickly wipe under your eyes and cross your arms.

"Do your parents know I've been at your home while we've been alone?" There's something about his tone. Such a simple and random question.

"Yes." You answer simply, "They know. Why?" He watches you as you speak.

He never expected you to be like this. Princess and all, friends with a bunch of cruel people, he always expected you to be snark back just as fast as he was a few minutes ago.

He nods.

"I'm surprised your parents let us up there alone. Unless that's something they are used to?" His question offends you.

He's glad because he doesn't think he can have this chance ever again to make up the hurt he's felt for so long. He doesn't care that it makes him a hypocrite for the next few minutes.

"Excuse me?" Your tone is dark.

"They probably gave up on that a while ago, huh?"

He wasn't implying anything sexual, but more so that your parents gave you a lot of liberty. Now he realizes how he sounds.

"What? Excuse me, no. That's not—no." you quickly move towards him to stop him from leaving and he raises a brow at you, "I invited you into my room to study. And that's it. That's all they expect of me and they trust me enough. Even if that weren't the case, it's quite offensive that you would think I would invite you in there for that. That whole comment is offensive. I would never do that."

If there was anything that sounded like physical rejection to his ears, that was it.

"That's not what I was insinuating."

"You're insinuating that I'm a slut, slut-shaming me, and assuming that the only reason I brought you there was for something other than studying."

"Trust me. I know for a fact that I'm not attractive enough for that," there's something about his tone and the way he looks at you that breaks your heart. Oh that wasn't it at all. "I wasn't even talking about me. I was talking about your parents and how I'm shocked they allowed this is all. You don't have to keep reminding me constantly about how ugly and unwanted I am."

You're stunned at his comment and also confused. He was putting words in your mouth.

"I never said that." You whisper, shaking your head back and forth. He was giving you whiplash. He really was just throwing it at you one after the other, "I was simply talking about the comment itself, not you."

He stares at you for a few seconds longer and you both don't know what to make of your responses to the other.

"Just leave me alone. All of you."

He turns to go home and this time you don't stop him.

Steve gets up from his seat as soon as he sees you walk through the door. You both arranged to meet at you favorite little Italian place.

"Hey," he gives you a side hug that you mutually return, "thanks again for agreeing to come."

"Yeah, it's a good idea we talk." You say, taking your seat across from him.

The waitress comes over and you both order some fries and a burger.

Steve smiles at you after he takes a sip of his Coke.

"So," you say, dabbing your lips with a napkin, "you and Peggy." You clear your throat as you watch his face drop, "how long had you guys been talking before that night?"

You prepare yourself for his response.

"We saw each other here and there for about two months. In the hallway at school, sometimes picking up food at Jacks. I swear, I never did anything with her during those two months and neither did I think about it. But we became close friends and then that day you saw us, I'm telling you the truth when I say it literally just happened."

You believe Stevie. He's been nothing but your best friend for the last few years. You knew the kind of guy he was, and you knew he was telling the truth. Still, it hurt. You really had thought he was the one. Maybe it's tied to your naiveness before the last year, but a part of you did believe in soulmates and high school sweethearts. You thought he was it.

You tell him this.

"I know. I feel the same way."

"But?" You ask, knowing that there was more for him to say, especially based off his comment from the other day.

"It was wrong what I did, I know that, but you know I'm also not one to do something like that for no reason."

"You like her, I get that." You say, thanking the waitress as she placed the fries between the both of you, "so you'll stay with her."

"I still care about you. I don't want this to end badly."

"You're my best friend," you say it as an affirmation, "as a girl, has my respect for you gone down a little for what you did? Naturally, yes. Of course it did. But you're still my friend. We've been through a lot together. It's just, is she okay with it? What you asked me the other day. About prom."

"She is." Steve nods, taking one of his own fries.

"Okay. That's that. I really don't see what else we need to talk about."

"Maybe about how good these fries are." He says.

You chuckle.

You're shocked at how well your conversation with Steve went. He hugs you outside the diner and you both make your separate ways.

Your parents had the night shift again tonight so you wanted to be home early enough to cook yourself a bite to eat.

You decide to stop by Whole Foods real quick to grab some vegetables that you were low on. After so much practice, it doesn't take you longer than twenty minutes to find and pay for everything you need. It's as you're stepping out onto the sidewalk that you see him,

Bucky is coming down the opposite way, and his arms is hooked with an older woman's. They're both smiling and talking. You notice her pulling an oxygen tank next to her.

Your eyes go back up to Bucky's and your eyes meet.

His smiles falls off his face.

As you're approaching him even closer, even though you have no choice because it's your way to your car, you wonder what you should say.

Hi?

Maybe a wave?

Hey?

Hello?

Just A smile?

It's a little smile that you offer him and the lady, who you can only assume is his mother, and shockingly he smiles back. But it doesn't reach his eyes; it's forced.

A breath leaves your lungs.

"Isn't that Y/N L/N?" Bucky's mom asks.

Bucky clears his throat and nods.

"Yeah, she's my study partner for Psych for that project I told you about."

"My god she's grown." She says with a little laughter in her tone. Bucky doesn't respond, "I remember when you had the biggest crush on her when you were kids."

"Mom." Bucky says sharply, she turns to look at him, that same smirk on her face he's grown to recognize so well.

That was years ago. He definitely did not feel that way anymore.

Monday came quickly. That's what happens when you keep yourself busy.

You're turning the hallway to where your locker is when you see Bucky at his own locker, some feet farther down.

You take in a deep breath and straighten your back to make yourself feel taller.

You also tighten your arms around your pale blue notebook, as if that would do anything.

When you approach him, he looks at you a little at lost for what to do.

First, he looks surprised, then he looks confused.

You offer him a small smile.

He sighs and continues to grab his things for his first few classes.

You sigh too.

"Bucky," you notice the way his jaw tightens, "I wanted to apologize." He doesn't respond, "For everything." This time his movements stall for a second. He pulls out the last of the things he needs and then closes his locker.

He looks at you, frowning.

"Look, I don't need your pity." He says it slow and calculating.

You let out an exasperated sigh.

"It's not out of pity. I really am sorry for everything. I'm sorry my so called friends treated you horribly and that I stood by it without realizing. And I'm sorry that I was in my own little world for so long that I never noticed you," he closes his eyes and then his eyes drift down, "I'm sorry I ruined your shoes, okay? It wasn't on purpose. I really was trying to go up to you to apologize like I am now."

"Why is my acceptance of your apology so important to you?"

You look at him confused for a second and then shake your head. As if the answer was obvious.

"Why? Because you're a person with feelings, and it bothers me that I've contributed somehow to making you feel a certain way."

Something happens to him at your words. His face softens and so does his whole posture. He brings his books to his side and looks at you. He says your name for the first time and it makes something inside of you ignite. He had never said your name before to you. It's always been nauseatingly Stark High Princess.

"I—I went through something half a year ago that changed my life. That opened my eyes. I'm seeing what I never saw before, and hell you can continue to call me ignorant for it, but I don't want to be that anymore."

He looks briefly over your shoulder and then gives you a tight nod.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Apology slightly accepted," A small smile fills your face and he tries to ignore it as best he can to stay focused, "We'll continue the next two months as is. But I have to get to homeroom now." He adds quietly, eyes meeting again.

"I'll take it for now." You say.

He nods.

He walks past you and you make your own way around.

You don't see him turn around one last time to look at you, a deep frown on his face.

He believes you a little. He decides he'll accept your apology, but he'll remain on guard. You'll be his partner for the next two months. You'll act civil around each other now.

To a certain degree, at least.

N E X T C H A P T E R

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gurorori · 2 months

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...your school was serious about pe? I thought these don't exist in this country. Like majority of people I know had "showed up - 3, brought uniform - 4, run for 15min - 5" experience

oh it was very deeply serious believe me. maybe we got unlucky with the teachers but they were all bitchy as hell and of course took their subject as the Most Important and always demanded 100% effort to the point of literal harassment & ableism

was always the universally hated kid in pe, both cuz disability n intersexness on top of gender nonconformity. people always talk abt pe being hell for a lot of us but oh my gawds for me it was NOT an exaggeration whatsoever, rest under the cut cuz you prompted me to talk & i shall

- was the doctors note kid. 100% of the time. we had multiple notes about our multiple conditions if needed. after a couple years when we stopped being a tiny kiddo and entered teens, the teachers just got tired of us always being impaired. they would act like it was just an excuse n yadda yadda... we still attended and done the best we could but it was maybe 20% of what the rest of the class did and then we would sit down but they wouldn't let us go into the changing rooms (for no fucking reason!) n sit while they played wtv ball game. the balls wld always fly in our direction 🫥

- started puberty very early. had short-ish hair. just a lot of gender ambiguous features fueled by our hormones n stuff, where different people will have different genderings and we suffered badly from this. we've really tried to like use either changing room and made both uncomfortable to the point we were just not allowed bc we made everyone suspicious and several ppl made a scene abt it so we were just changing in the toilets for the rest of our school years honestly probably from the sheer trauma n the odd comfort being alone provided, as opposed to 20 sweaty teens staring you down (this happened outside of pe all the time as well)

- this wasn't even the worst of it though... the worst were those yearly tests where you had to like pass these specific scores for a certain grade right n they'd always like really fearmonger abt it n make a huge deal of it. yk those uh 1km runs? that was 5 laps of our field, and i would /always/, without fail, pass out Cold as in drop to the ground, before the second lap and couldn't continue. the rest of the tests i wouldn't even passably perform (and they'd make us sore for DAYS) so they would have to pity me and give me the lowest.

and of course they'd again fearmonger w those in our last year too saying if we don't pass those we won't be let to take our exams n shit

needless to say i hate pe w a burning fiery passion

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di-girls-dem-sugar · 2 months

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Going to be keeping it absolutely real on here as I always do when things get bad. I'm starting to think that it might not get better after all I can't lie. I'm just so sad and angry and mad and lonely all the time. I moved away from home two years ago and I can't hold on to any stable relationships and I'm basically all alone here and I feel like such an idiot for complaining about it because it's nobody's fault that I don't go anywhere and I am bad at talking to people or holding on to relationships. it's completely my fault and I know it's up to me to change it but I've never been good at making friends and that hasn't changed just because I'm not 16 or 11 or 5 years old anymore and I'm still not quite sure how to go about it.

It's been 2 years and Canada doesn't feel like a foreign place anymore .I know my way around and I know how to get stuff done and it has already set in that this is my life now and I guess this just means that my life now is just me by myself with everyone I know and love 1800 miles away.

And even then half the time it still feels like I don't have anyone because my sister hardly answers her phone and my other sister and I have literally only known each other for a month and I don't even know her middle name yet and my mom has got a new job and doesn't have time to call me like she used to and so I don't even feel like I have my mommy anymore and my best friend is already dealing with so much and I wish I could turn back time and bring her loved one back to life but I cant and I feel so empty thinking about how she must feel and I'm not comfortable with anybody else so other than those people.

I'm a year away from graduating with a degree in a field that I hate and I can't find any internships or working experience because everything is so experience based and I am so bad at all this stuff and my grades are so mediocre and I don't have anything that makes me stand out and at this point I'm worried that I won't even be good enough for grad school. When I find a part of this wretched degree that I actually like I cannot seem to do well in it despite the fact that I actually care enough to study and do work in it and it's just so demotivating. And even if I do somehow manage to get a job I'm never going to be able to afford a house and I want to have a house so bad I don't like renting I want to have a backyard and I want my own kitchen and I want to decorate my house the way I feel like when I feel like it but everything is so expensive and I hate my shitty customer service job because I hate talking to people and I don't want to stand for 6 hours and fake smile and listen to the same songs play over and over again for 6 hours anymore but I can't leave my job because no one else is hiring me.

And I have to keep pretending like everything is okay when every time I turn on my phone and go out to social media I see something else indicating that we are witnessing the decline of man as we know it and there's kids dying in so many places all over the world and people getting their homes destroyed and no matter how much I try and raise awareness and no matter how much money I give and how much I talk about it there's really nothing changing and I go outside and somebody asks me for spare change to buy a coffee so they don't freeze in the below zero weather and I wish I could put them in a house but I don't even have a house of my own. And I used to be able to look around and find even the beauty in the smallest things and to not think the worst of people and to give everyone the benefit of the doubt for the most part but now I can't help but wonder if this person thinks genocide and exploitation and mindless killing and destruction is a good thing. And I hardly see anybody talking about Sudan or Congo or Senegal or Haiti or Madagascar and it feels like african people are just always doomed to be pushed to the back burner even by black people in the diaspora and I try to be positive because if the people in those countries haven't given up hope why should I but sometimes I just get so sad.

And despite going to therapy and going on meds I still look in the mirror and hate myself and I remember that my problems are so paltry and poor compared to what's going on in the rest of the world and that I feel worse because it doesn't make me hate how I look or who I am less and the world just won't stop turning and we never get a break we just have to keep going until we die no matter how bad things get and it's not fair and I'm so tired I just need it all to stop for a second. Looking at my life feels like reading the bell jar knowing that sylvia plath wrote a book about a depressed woman and ended up killing herself. I feel doomed

#shut up kayla #diary entry

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tuulikannel · 1 year

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Akabane Karma in the official character book, p. 1-2 translation

I haven't done these for a long while, but the mood suddenly struck me. I know that Karma's pages have already been translated, so in a sense this is kind of pointless, but I still wanted to do this. I mean, I did Gakushuu's part ages ago (or that's how it feels, anyway), and as they're fighting for the #1 spot for me (isn't that just fitting?), I kind of felt like I had to do Karma too. So, here we go!

As usual, I mainly did this to practice Japanese, and there might be mistakes... though this time I could check if I was in agreement with the other translation when I was unsure about something, so there shouldn't be anything too bad. XD Early on there's one sentence that totally baffled me, tho... My comments are in [brackets].

“I won’t lose. The one to take sensei’s life is me.”

Having tasted defeat, Karma came to understand the feelings of those who lose and learned to sympathize with his companions and got closer to the weak.

(The manga panel is from when he told the Big 5 that he was the only one in 3 E who’d taken the 2nd mid-term exam seriously.)

Everything is perfect – the genius boy of E class

He was suspended after a violent incident. He is something of a slacker, but his skill for studying and assassination, as well as his physical strength, are all top class.

Code name: Chuuniban (by Hazama) [or should I say cord name? XD Sorry… ^^;;]

Chuunibyous tend to take an unexpected look at things. In Karma’s case… [...I became completely confused. Something like taking an unexpected look on unexpected look on even further on an unexpected look… I’ve no idea. If anyone can give me a sensible translation of アイツの場合斜め上の更に斜め上のそのまた斜め上から見てんだけど結局１つ上にはいけてないのよ please do. ^^ It’s very 斜め上, that’s all I can say. The other translation didn't give a literal translation of this either, just this: “a person with Chuunibyou is supposed to see things a certain way, but because he’s doing it in a half-assed way, she’s basically calling him a half-assed Chuunibyou”]

[Chuunibyou, in case you’re not familiar with the term, means a teenager with grandiose delusions who tries to stand out in every way possible. Gundham Tanaka, anyone? <;3 It literally translates to “second-year syndrome” (second year of junior high, that is). The -ban in Chuuniban means half, so yeah…. half-assed chuunibyou.]

(Bottom left corner) His specialty is provoking his opponent through pranks and harassment. His skill for provocation is also first class.

Code name: Chuunibyou Birthday: December 25 Height: 175 cm Weight: 60 kg Blood type: AB Favorite subject: math Least favorite subject: Japanese Special skills: provocation, pranks, pestering Clubs he belongs to: Going Home club Treasury: Collection of spices from around the world Favorite food: “煮オレ” (ni ore) series (the brand of those strawberry milks he always drinks) Bento or buying snacks: buying snacks Election poster: In any case, I want to be manipulating from behind the scenes

Regular examination, announcement of results from Korosensei

First school term mid-terms

English 98 p. (2nd) Japanese 98 p. (2nd) Math: 100 p. (1st) Sciences: 99 p. (2nd) Social studies: 99 p (2nd) 5 main subjects: 494 p. (4th)

First school term finals

English 96 p. (2nd) Japanese 96 p. (2nd) Math: 85 p. (10th) Sciences: 97 p. (2nd) Social studies: 95 p (2nd) 5 main subjects: 494 p. (13th)

[Kind of funny how he did so badly in his best subject, while keeping the second position on all the others. I’m a little surprised his overall ranking is that bad… how does the math work here? (It’s not my strongest point XD)]

Second school term mid-terms

English 98 p. (2nd) Japanese 98 p. (2nd) Math: 100 p. (1st) Sciences: 98 p. (2nd) Social studies: 98 p (1st) 5 main subjects: 492 p. (2nd)

[Seems like people on A class did worse on the second term. I mean, Karma got the second place, even though he had two points less than in the first mid-terms, where he placed fourth. Also, there’s no grades from the finals, because it hadn’t happened yet in the manga when this book was published.]

Karasuma-sensei’s assassination skill assessment

He was a little lacking in serious attitude, but that changed during the summer break. His combat ability is at the top of E class, and he has good intuition and learning ability.

[I figured it’s easier to show these on the chart]

[About the technique part: the preparations refers especially to food preparation.]

His taijutsu skills are also great, to the extent that he could hold his own in one-on-one match against Grip.

He excels in the situational analysis of the opponent’s real strength and can also make decisions calmly.

Bitch-sensei’s fashion check

(Speech bubble) The brat is very brat-like, but he doesn’t have bad fashion taste. Design is also important, but the base to being smartly dressed is to wear something that fits your body. He’s style is so-so, but he's still growing. [Possibly both literally and figuratively. XD]

School uniform

Summer or winter, Karma wears a black cardigan. In summertime he rolls up the sleeves to adjust the heat.

Ordinary clothes

Just from simple coordination, even with layered clothing his sense of (clothing) size and so also his silhouette are perfect.

(pages 3-4)

#akabane karma #assassination classroom #roll book time #karma akabane

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