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worldlxvlys · 1 month

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i NEED a wedding day typa thing with matt where hes just stressing and his vows are cuter than anything and he admires u while ur walking down the aisle that typa shit

long enough

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: noneeeee

a/n: hope you likeee <33

don’t cry. don’t cry, don’t cry.

i took a deep breath as i stared at the doors, waiting for her to come through them.

i’ve waited for this day for so long, and now that it was actually happening it felt surreal.

“please stand”

as i watched everyone collectively stand up i felt a rush of nerves take over me.

this was really happening.

i wasn’t in my 9th grade science class, watching her expertly mix chemicals together, day dreaming about marrying her.

we weren’t studying for our math test together, her explaining how to solve the problem while i zoned out, imagining how amazing she would be at planning our wedding.

i wasn’t watching her walk down the stairs on prom night, finally seeing which dress she chose, thinking about what it’d be like to see her in her wedding dress for the first time.

now, i was living it.

every minute i spent longing for her, all of the pain i went through waiting for her, it all led up to this exact moment.

chris, most likely picking up on my nerves, patted my shoulder lightly from his spot beside me.

i momentarily glanced over to him, and he gave me a slight nod.

nick, who was on the other side of him, gave me a quick thumbs up.

i took another deep breath, attempting to relax, as i watched the doors in anticipation.

the moment they opened up, i lost it.

i let out a quick breath, tears welling in my eyes when i saw her standing there.

i held my breath for a second while i took in her dress. it was perfect for her.

the white seemed to make her glow, only adding to her natural beauty.

the top of the dress was lined with intricate designs, with a touch of lace to top it off.

the straps were thin, but not too thin, a detail of the dress she was adamant about being perfect.

the bottom of the dress was long, but not long enough where she had to worry about it dragging behind her too much.

the dress had a small slit going up her leg. it wasn’t anything too crazy, just long enough for me to see the lace garter decorating her thigh, peeking through when she walked.

it was unlikely that anyone else even saw it, however, i was purposefully looking for it.

the dress just screamed her. it was simple, yet so unique. the extravagance wasn’t in the dress itself, but in the details.

it was clear that she put an abundance of time and thought into picking out the dress, and it paid off.

“oh my god” i whispered under my breath, attempting to blink back my tears.

READER’S POV

“take a breath” mary lou spoke as she rubbed my back gently.

i was currently staring at the doors in anticipation, my hands shaking lightly.

i did as she said, inhaling through my nose and out of my mouth.

“i’ll be next you the whole time, sweetheart” she smiled at me.

my parents and i were on less than optimal terms, as they liked to call it.

at least, that’s what they said when people asked about it.

they were never there for me, but mary lou and jimmy were. i never even had to ask her to be the one to walk me down the aisle, we both always knew it would be her.

“i’m so grateful for you” i told her, my voice wavering slightly.

she pulled me into a hug, giving me a slight squeeze.

“good, cause you’re stuck with me” she chuckled.

after waiting a few more minutes, the doors finally opened.

everyone’s head turned to me, and my eyes widened slightly under the pressure of so many people’s gaze.

“you’re ok” she whispered to me, knowing how i would react.

my eyes found matt’s across the aisle, and my focus on everyone else completely faded away.

tears were streaming down his face as he stared at me in awe.

i took in his appearance, and almost melted right there.

he looked so good.

his suit was crisp, no doubt the result of him making sure it was hanging at all times. knowing him, he probably never even took it out of the protective bag, wanting it to stay wrinkle-free.

his tie was tied perfectly, the result of him watching youtube videos repeatedly, needing to master the skill. (mary lou ended up having to teach him how to do it over facetime.)

every piece of his tuxedo matched perfectly, his meticulous planning shining through.

the tux fit him better than i ever could have imagined.

he wore a few rings, knowing how much i loved them on his hands. i was excited for one ring in particular, though.

as mary lou guided me down the aisle, i noticed matt’s gaze run up and down my body, stopping at the garter that i let him pick out.

i smiled lightly at that, watching as he met my eyes again.

once we got to the end of the aisle, we stopped directly in front of matt.

“hi baby” i whispered to him, watching as he began to laugh lightly.

his smile grew even wider as mary lou, handed him a few tissues for his tears.

we both laughed lightly at this, “where did you get that?” i asked. everyone around us laughed at that.

“no, i’m serious. where did that come from?” i asked, confused.

we were met with more laughter, my question left unanswered.

she gave us both a kiss to the cheek, before placing my hand in his.

i felt tears of my own start to fall at the gesture.

“you may now be seated” everyone sat down at the request.

“family and friends, thank you all for coming today to share in this wonderful occasion. today we are here together to unite matt and y/n in marriage”

“and now for the vows” the officiator spoke. matt decided he wanted to go first.

“ok, hi” he breathed out, a large grin spreading on his face. “y/n, i have spent such a long time dreaming about this day. for so long, i would tell chris and nick that i was gonna marry you one day. but then you started chasing after other guys and you seemed so unattainable all of a sudden. but we’re finally here, we’re getting married” he whispered excitedly, as though he couldn’t believe it, “and there’s no one else that i’d rather be with. i love how deeply you care about the things that are important to you, like this. i’m pretty sure i’ve seen everything in this room on your pinterest board at some point” the room filled with chuckles, “ you’ve put so much love and time into this and i’m so grateful to have found someone who cares about this, who cares about me so much. and seeing you walk down that aisle with my mom, i-” his voice broke as his lip began to quiver slightly.

i sniffled softly, blinking rapidly as more tears fell from my eyes.

“you mean everything to me, and i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you” he finished.

when the officiator gestured to me, i began my vows.

“ geez, that was really good” i breathed out, making everyone laugh.

“ok” i spoke as i took a deep breath, “matt, i have loved you for so long. i can’t even pinpoint when, we were so young. but, i always thought that i was just gonna be in the crowd, watching you do this with someone else. i never imagined, for a second, that you felt the same. and growing up, your mom would always tell me that when we got married, she’d be the one to hand me off to you. and i never believed that i would actually get to experience that”

“i love you more than words can describe, and i’m so happy to be able to call you my husband. i’m so grateful to be marrying my best friend, because i couldn’t imagine life without you, and now i never have to. thank you for accepting me, thank you for loving me. just- thank you” i finished.

“do you matthew sturniolo, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“of course i do” he spoke, staring at me.

“and do you y/n , take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?

“i do”

we were then given our rings to exchange.

as i slid the ring on matt’s finger, i spoke “with this ring, i thee wed and pledge you my love now and forever”

matt did the same with my ring, “with this ring, i thee wed and pledge you my love now and forever”

“by the authority vested in me by the state of massachusetts , i now pronounce you husband and wife!”

“you may now-” he didn’t even finish the sentence before matt wrapped his arms around my waist, placing his lips against mine in a passionate kiss.

the room was filled with cheers and applause as our lips moved against each others for a few seconds, before pulling away.

he pulled me into a hug, kissing my forehead. “you could’ve let the man finish first” i spoke, teasingly.

“i’ve waited long enough”

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trippy-thot · 2 years

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more yandere finney pls love ur work🫶🫶🫶

Ofc! I'm glad you like my work. It makes men feel very appreciated!

Yandere Finney Blake x Reader 2

(Of Age Reader & Finney)

(Tw: Implied/Confirmed death & Manipulation, )

Your social status at high school declined even more after that night.

But again, you couldn't wrap your head around why.

The few friends you did have left, took every chance they got to warn you about Finney.

"(Y/n), come on. I know you aren't that smart but seriously? You're still friends with him? Have you not seen everything he does?" You looked up to Amy, Bruce Yamada's sister with a confused look.

Amy scoffed as she looked around. She made it look like she was anticipating someone's arrival, but definitely not in a good way.

"Just the other day, he was going through your locker!" That wasn't weird. Finney always did! He always seemed to forget his history book at home, so he borrowed yours. But you couldn't recall when you gave him your combination.

"Remember when you came to the party my brother threw a few weeks ago?" You nodded. "And how you left Finney to get you the punch?" You nodded again. Amy leaned over, squeezing your hand.

"(Y/n), he put something in your drink." You stopped eating your sandwich and looked up at her again. "I saw him pour something from a bottle he had into the cup."

"What I'm trying to say is he's bad news. You need to stay away from him. It's what's best for-" You took your hand from hers.

"You don't know what's best for me! All you've ever done is lie to me. How would you know anything? Are you making this shit up because you had a crush on Finney in freshman year?"

Amy's expression changed from concerned to angry. "What the hell? No! Of course not! I did have a crush on him but that's irrelevant!" The two of you began to bicker in the cafeteria for what seemed like hours.

"You know he killed Kaden right?!" Her words seemed to echo throughout the cafeteria, despite it beginning a low whisper.

Shock settled in you.

Kaden had been your ex boyfriend for a year. One day after the biggest fight the two of you had, he'd just disappeared. He was the first of the 'missing' kids. A small thought clicked in your head.

"And Max. And Chris. And Ray!" Amy was on the verge of crying. "(Y/n) please. I know you care about him but he isn't a good person! Who knows! What if he does the same thing to you-"

Amy's words abruptly stopped when she looked behind you. Her face was frozen in a mix of worry and embarrassment.

You turned to see Finney standing behind your chair, glaring at Amy.

Quickly standing up, you turned and threw your arms around him. "Finn!" His arms wrapped around your smaller figure, pulling you tightly into his chest. "Where've you been all period?" He asked.

"With Amy! I haven't talked to her in so long, and she wanted to catch up with me." You loosened out of his grip, grabbing your bag in the chair beside you.

"Well, we need get going right? You needed help with the Physics homework did you not?" You nodded, taking his hand in yours. "Bye Amy! It was nice to see you."

As the two of you began to walk hand in hand and out of the cafeteria, Finney took one last glance at Amy. He pointed to her, moving his right hand flatly in front of his left. Saying: 'You're next' In sign language.

As you and Finney studied In the library, he asked you what Amy talked to you about. "Just some stupid stuff. She's just jealous I guess. Ever since you turned her down in 9th grade." You didn't add any details in. But he didn't need you to.

He had been sitting at a table a bit behind you with Gwen and Griffin. Every word Amy spoke, he heard. Loud and clear. It still baffled him as to how you didn't notice.

Finney kissed your forehead and gave you a small smile. "You don't have to worry about her. She won't bother us anymore." As you hummed in agreement, he knew there wasn't a thought going through your head.

The next morning Amy Yamada was found dead in the gutters behind the school.

#Finney Blake #the black phone #Finney Blake x reader #tbp #hc #head canons #yandere #Yandere Finney

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somebodystoleme · 2 years

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you know when it's time to go | miya atsumu x reader

summary: you always knew you and atsumu could never be together; you were two worlds apart, and two worlds it will stay

w.c: > 1.0k

a/n: UHH PART 2???? y'all im so sorry abt the request i'm almost done w/ most of them :)))

warnings: cheating, angst, cliffhanger

you know when it's time to go

when you got home from your shift at the coffee shop, it seemed that time had stopped. atsumu's sports jacket laid across the wooden table, you two bought when it was your 19th birthday. but as you take a closer look at it you realize how scratched up it looks, you see the water stains on the time.

you know where atsumu is right now. he's with her. you know he is. as you grab out the wine bottle and pop it open, you can't help to wonder why you are with him to start.

maybe it's cause he stuck with you when you were grounded your whole senior year. you used to have sleepovers with your best friend so you could text him on her phone, smiling constantly. but soon trouble spewed all over everything that was supposed to be perfect.

you first noticed the way he looks at her in sophomore year. she had that personality. you know! that one! the funny one, the happy one, and the one who fakes everything cause that was what she was taught. you on the other hand were completely opposite. while she was out partying with him, you were stuck at home trying to study for your ap exam the next day.

or perhaps maybe it's because when you spent time complaining over your parent's divorce, she was bragging about her new weight. it constantly felt like a competition, it was all a sick game in her head. she knew i was angry. but he wasn't mine, so why should you care?

until senior prom. you dressed up in your finest attire. all your stupid paycheck from that stupid coffee shop you still work at. he wore the black suit he's had since 9th grade. something changed between you two that night. he thought you seemed like an angel underneath the light, you likewise. he kissed you. right underneath that cheap disco.

he was a dream.

his lips were chapped that night, you run your hand over your mouth to maybe have some recognition of that night. nothing. you run cold thinking about miya astumu now.

he would ask you out the next day. and you said yes. but dear god did he make you happy.

you caught astumu cheating on you for the first time last may. your head plopped down on his tough chest. you were watching a thriller and pulled the blanket closer to the both of you. but as the movie kept on going, he kept texting someone. every three minutes he pulled his phone out and his cheesy grin would plaster on.

you were confused at first

angry the second

you grabbed the phone.

it just happen, it felt gravitated towards it, you grabbed it.

you saw the messages and even who it was. atsumu didn't even try to hide it. you scrolled throughout. but what shocked you the most was-

it was from her.

you cry about it, you should've left when that happened. but you didn't. you let him again after the fight. he promised he would cut it off. he said he started going to church. that was the first time you ever saw such panic on his face.

you know he's cheating right now. you check the clock. 2 a.m. he deleted life360 a long time ago.

"it's invasion of privacy!"

"but- atsumu. you cheated on me! don't forget that!"

"i don't care. aurora wouldn't do this."

he said it as if i was the monster- like i forced him to date me. i should've broken up with him then. on sundays, he would tell he was going to church. but now that i think about it, he's never once told me anything about it.

the door opens.

it's atsumu thinking i'm about to start begging for him to tell him what's wrong. but i'm not.

"atsumu."

"y/n."

"let's end this."

"what."

"whatever sick game you and aurora are playing let's stop it."

"why? why would you leave. i gave you everything."

i turned around to face him, "atsumu- or should i say miya now? i know you and her are fucking behind my back. i didn't know church lasted till 2 a.m?"

"y/n. i can't do this again. i love you so much! why don't you see this? are you crazy or something?"

"i'm not crazy! i'm just sick of waiting for you to change! you never showed any sign of change; just lies, lies, lies! i'm sick." i grab my phone off the wooden table and my cardigan.

"goodbye atsumu."

#atsumu #atsumu angst #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #angst #atsumu miya #hq #hq x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you

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br1ghtestlight · 1 month

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random late night thoughts on my famous jimmy junior concept (specifically w/ tinimmy)

jimmy jr moved away in his sophmore year of high school because his mom got him accepted into a really good and well respected performing arts school in california. mom moved to california to live with him while he auditioned and studied and dad stayed behind with andy and ollie (they both missed their mom and jimmy jr SOO MUCH but they'd get to visit during the summer and spring/winter breaks)

tina and jimmy jr continued on again off again dating thru 8th 9th and 10th grades but they were always friends so tina took it super hard when jimmy jr moved away </3 she dated a few guys after him but honestly despite being a hopeless romantic she never felt much of a spark. i think she just missed him too much & never got over her first love. she vowed off dating until after high school

she definitely cried everyday for WEEKS when he actually moved away and stopped hanging out with her friend group w/ tammy and jocelyn. she still kept in contact with zeke but he had a pretty busy life at that point too yknow how it is

jimmy jr would call and text with tina and their friend group sometimes but he got really busy w/ school and life so they eventually fell out of contact. the type of middle school friend you only keep up with through their occasional facebook status updates

jimmy jr got his big break and became a famous teenage heartthrob type when he was around 17 years old and he did NOOOT take it well at all lol he got a huge ego and made so many terrible decisions <3 bless his heart <3 maybe he even thought he was too good for seymour's bay or his friends back home even though i think secretly he missed them. basically stopped talking to his family around this time. super weird for everybody who knew him in seymour's bay that he was now famous and totally idolized but he became something of a local legend to their town like "the birthplace of jimmy pesto jr omg" which was probably good for tourism

jimmy pesto's also got more randos visiting his restaurant because they wanted to see where jimmy jr grew up and harass his family basically lmao which jimmy pesto HATED especially since he became estranged from jimmy jr

it probably settled down after a few years when everybody realized jimmy pesto doesnt talk to his son and also he's an asshole

tina was always very proud of jimmy jr even as his friend because she knew how important dancing and attention/fame had always been to jimmy jr and his passion for it (she'd known him since kindergarten obviously!!!!) so she was always cheering him on like yay ^_^ she might attend an event he was doing locally but ngl he did stay clear of seymour's bay feeling like he had unfinished business there he didnt want to think about. tina was genuinely just happy for him & mostly over her feelings for him

she DID buy all his merch even the cheesy shirtless posters that were definitely made for 12 year old girls to kiss at night. she's LOYAL OKAY!!!!!!

because jimmy jr never came around to seymour's bay and avoided the area he kind of got a reputation with the locals that he thought he was "too good to acknowledge where he came from" so their opinion of him is slightly negative tbh. which isnt UNTRUE but it was less about the town himself and more about the people he left behind

jimmy jr found it really hard to make genuine friendships at his new school bcuz everybody was always trying to compete with each other and eventually he just stopped trying so he's been very socially isolated for a long time which DIDNT help his mental health. he never had another close friend like tina or zeke it was mostly just random party buddies and one night stands but nobody he could be himself around :(

jimmy pesto's relationship with jimmy jr in this fic is much too complicated to describe in a tumblr post lol but its very. uhh. they both want the best for each other and jimmy pesto truly isn't a horrible dad. andy and ollie adore their big brother though and they'll always ask him about his fancy life in hollywood when they go to visit

when jimmy jr first became famous there was some slight attention from younger fans directed @ andy and ollie who were like ooooh they're like jimmy jr but our age and single/not famous?? boyfriend maybe? a few stalkers but that pretty much died immediately when they realized andy and ollie are actual literal Freaks <- they never realized this is also true of jimmy jr though!!!!

he is bisexual. he never told anybody he's bisexual and nobody knows he's bisexual but he is bisexual of course. there is no universe where that kid is straight sorry

#much to say about their relationship but im saving it for maybe someday if i ever write this fic.....#also jimmy pesto and jimmy jr are a whole ass mess in this fanfic especially but there's good intentions?? somewhere deep down?#until he moves back to seymour's bay andy and ollie are like legit the only good thing this kid has in his life so he BETTER cherish them #like goddamn they put up w/ so much of his bullshit. for basically their whole lives #but they love him #bob's burgers #txt

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odybee · 5 months

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Alrighty! I’ve got both their profile pictures ready for when Art Fight fixes up whatever issues they’re having with their email provider, so here are the refs of both Piper and Alec.

Piper Pointe is a mercenary with an extremely small stature, coming in at only 2.5in tall. She has no idea how it happened, only that it is somehow vaguely connected to her previous line of work. At odds with the new world she finds herself in, she often comes off as extremely rude, vulgar, and aggressive to anyone she meets, but she wasn’t always like this. Back when she was part of a team, her leadership skills brought her and her squad through many a battle even as the pressure would have been too much for most to bear. Sometimes this part of Pointe shines through, though very rarely, especially now that everyone is a potential threat. A cornered animal without its pack has nothing to lose, so why not make a joke of it all?

When she isn’t being a little roach of a woman, she’s practical, realistic, and surprisingly understanding. She went into the military because she wanted to protect people, after all. It’s another reason why she feels so betrayed when Kyle and Grey treat her the way they did. Deep down, she wants to believe that Alec is different, but experience has proven time and again that every person she meets always ends up being the same no matter how much they deny it initially. The scars adorning her limbs, body and mind are proof enough that perhaps she was never meant to be part of a team..

! I will add more to this reference later to include her scars. For now, just know that she has two big scars on her right leg, one on her left arm (partially revealed in this ref), a few medium-sized, circular ones dotting her upper arms/shoulders, and a whole bunch of smaller ones on the rest of her body.

Alec Yrmec is an unremarkable 9th-grade chemistry teacher that does his due diligence and doesn’t have much to complain about. He loves his job, has a small but good group of friends, and works to keep as much drama out of his life as possible. His family makes this quite a task, as they somehow manage to make his life a live soap opera at every possible turn. His half-brother Grey is one of the few people from his family that he enjoys living by, even if they don’t talk terribly often.

Alec’s biology teacher friend Sarah discovers Piper on the floor of his study while both are up late grading papers one night. Alec nearly crushes Piper to death on accident during the ensuing struggle to capture her, and he still feels awful about it. He’s scared to admit it, but Alec has an awful lot of unresolved issues that result in a fear of abandonment, and a *lot* of aggression boiling just beneath his calm, introverted self. Without a means to properly vent and unwilling to burden his friends with his issues, they manifest in short bursts of clinginess and/or anger. Especially inconvenient for someone like Piper, who is too small to resist. He just wants to hold her and keep her safe.. can you really blame him?

Sooo yea! These two are currently living together under Alec’s roof. His chapters are still a ways away from being implemented in Breaking Point, but I’m so interested in developing his character and learning more about him as I write that he’s the captor I’ve drawn the most. More to come in the future!

#g/t #g/t community #size difference #giant #giant tiny #g/t art #tiny #alecyrmec #piperpoint #odybeeart #odybeeocs

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enchantedchocolatebars · 4 months

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Gorillaz Teacher! AU Headcanons

🍎 Original headcanons ✏️

🏫 Ao3 version 🎒

Murdoc:

• Wait, how did he even get this job and why hasn't he been fired yet?

• Teaching is honestly just a shitty day job for him. Once he earns enough, he's quitting to become a famous rock star with his own band! He could see it now: fame, glory, girls. It sounds like a dream come true. But until he had the money to make that dream a reality, he was stuck as the school's social studies teacher.

• When he quits his job as an "educator", it's going to be very similar to the fuck you scene from the movie "Half Baked".

• He is disliked by the students in all of his classes.

• He has a habit of arriving 30 minutes late to class. Sometimes he'll show up completely sober, while other times he'll show up drunk.

• The pickle has WAY too many political views that he refuses to keep to himself.

• If Murdoc falls asleep at his desk, one of the kids might try to either draw a dick on his forehead and take a picture of it, or they might try to put a 'kick me' sign on his back. But they have to be EXTRA careful or they might wake up the grumpy goblin!

• If he does wake up, he'll be extremely mad and end up giving the whole class a pop quiz first thing tomorrow morning.

• He finds grading papers to be too difficult, so he doesn't bother doing it.

• The only time Murdoc actually teaches his class something about social studies is when the principal or some other important staff member walks into the room to see what's going on. Once they're gone, he goes straight back to sleep.

• He believes that Stuart Pot, the new music teacher at school, is an idiot. He decides to give him the nickname '2D' because he feels that the man is too dense. Murdoc has walked by Stuart's classroom a couple of times before and has overheard him and his students singing while he plays the piano. To hear more, he would usually place his ear against the door. He had to admit that the guy had some really nice vocals. Plus, he's tall, pretty, has blue hair, and both eyes! Murdoc makes a mental note to remember to make that Stu-Pot guy the front man of his future band once he gets the money he wants and decides to quit.

• Murdoc only tries to 'befriend" 2D because he's a music teacher and also because he wants him to be his future front man.

• When he learns that the teacher of the class with the highest test scores will receive a large bonus pay, he decides to change his style of "teaching", forcing the students in his class to study intensely for the upcoming test. However, the kids end up getting low scores.

• He has been embezzling money from the 9th grade bake sale.

2D/Stuart Pot:

• He is the new music teacher!

• He quickly becomes well-liked by students and co-workers.

• Stuart is a nice teacher who carries himself off as a goofy professional who knows what he's doing.

• Believes that every one of his students will become a great musician one day.

• At times, he enjoys teaching while music plays in the background.

• He may accidentally give students test answers when they ask for clarification on a question

• He will write original songs for his class to perform.

• Has an after-school club where he teaches students how to play piano, keyboards, and melodica.

• I can imagine him being an actual teacher in real life.

• Stuart is a bit terrified of Murdoc because one time, when the two were on lunch duty together, Murdoc was explaining to him a dream that he had last night where he launched his car through a music shop that Stu-Pot was apparently working at and had knocked one of his eyes out! “ Oh, uh, o-okay… W-Well, it’s a good thing you aren’t actually going to run me over with a real car, right?…RIGHT?!”

Noodle:

• She has a full real name, but prefers to be referred to as Noodle, which was a nickname she received in her childhood.

• The children generally call her Ms. Noodle.

• She's the teaching assistant for Stuart's class!

• She's kind because she helps everyone in the class who needs it, even the spoiled kids.

• She's in charge of the guitar club after-school!

• She really likes the guitar club since it provides a safe and fun environment for students to come together and enjoy music.

• She's a master at playing acoustic guitar and ukulele!

• You'll most likely find her in the teacher's lounge playing on her pink handheld game player while drinking tea and munching on the candy and snacks that they have in there.

• The teacher's lounge is her favorite room to be in for obvious reasons.

Russel:

• He's a no-nonsense math teacher who will joke around with his students from time to time, but then gets very serious with them when it comes to their grades.

• Mr. Hobbs is skilled at making math fun with a capital F!

• They didn’t do so well on a test? Not a problem! Russel will happily allow a student to retake it, as long as they go home and study.

• He will greet each student by their name when they enter his class.

• Russel has a general concern for his students and desires the best for all of them.

• His students can count on him being genuine

• Will bring treats for the class if they did really well on a quiz or test!

• Allows his students to use their phones once they have finished all their work.

• When his students throw him a surprise party in the classroom on his birthday, he breaks down in happy tears.

• Murdoc's classroom is situated across the hall from his own.

• Russel doesn't know why, but he feels that Mr. Niccals is teaching for all the wrong reasons.

• He really doesn't think Murdoc should be teaching teenagers, or really anyone. Russel couldn't think of anyone less qualified to be a teacher.

• Whenever he's in the teacher's lounge, he likes socializing with other teachers like 2D or Noodle, but never with Murdoc. Russel tries to avoid him.

#gorillaz #murdoc niccals #gorillaz 2d #2d gorillaz #gorillaz noodle #noodle gorillaz #russel hobbs #ao3 #a03 #ao3 link #a03 link #ao3 writer #a03 writer #headcanon #headcanons #writing #my writing

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milkybonya · 2 years

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break down _Yoshinori

order 044, anon: large banana milk tea with crystal and regular tapioca pearls for trsr Yoshi

warnings: very little, just a smidge of angst, not proofread :( idk wordcount but definitely a lot above 1k

summary: highschool!friends to lovers! where Yoshi goes mia for a year after being told by everyone that he's not good enough, then returns and you wonder if he still remembers you

_barista's note: i don't know why writing is so hard T_T i keep getting distracted and putting it off... maybe i have to readjust after being away from writing for so long? p.s. i feel like this fic is crap and i'm sorry,, i'm still getting back into the swing of things and writing it was really hard :(

in 9th grade, the year you first started high school, you met the most beautiful boy on this planet. he joined a little later in the year, and you as class president had the duty of helping him settling in... even though you were just a freshman and still settling in yourself.

you got to school and waited by the front doors early in the morning on his first day. he was told to come early so you could show him around before the day started.

when a black motorbike pulled up, you didn't expect the owner of it to be your new boy. so you ignored it, staring at your shoes and wondering when he'd be arriving.

"are you y/n?" a soft voice asked.

you looked up to meet the eyes of a boy dressed all in black, not in uniform probably because... he's new?

he was the new boy and you were a little shocked that it was him.

"yes, that's me... you're Yoshinori?"

he nodded and told you to just call him Yoshi.

"that's your bike?" you asked, pointing to it.

Again, he nodded.

"you can ride a bike at this age?" you asked, guiding him into the school building.

"maybe," he said.

you shrugged off his weird response and showed him around. he was quiet and you tried to break the ice by asking him questions, but his responses were short and blunt. little did you know how nervous he actually was, though he tried to play it off, and how much he appreciated the questions you asked.

"well, that's the school. there isn't much to it but if you ever need help, you can come ask me. i sit in this spot right here," you said, patting your desk that sits right by the window in the second row.

"cool... where will i sit?" he asked.

"probably behind me; that's the only empty seat."

Yoshi smiled at the ground, glad he'd be sitting near someone familiar.

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"class, say hello to your new classmate, Yoshi. y/n already showed him around this morning, but you should all do your best to help him fit in, too," the teacher said at the start of the first class.

Yoshi walked to his seat behind you and the class started. it wasn't long before you heard soft snores from behind you and you sighed. it was going to be a long year with this boy behind you.

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a lot of people were interested in Yoshi's motorbike, but he'd always ignore them. they'd rush to him when he'd arrive in the morning, asking if they could touch it or sit on it, but he acted as if no one was there. because of this, a lot of people had bitter feelings towards him. they said he was the pretty boy with bad attitude.

yet, a lot of people also crushed on him, hard. people found his cold personality but soft, attractive face very appealing. personally, you didn't understand either of the extreme feelings. he was just a classmate.

for Yoshi, though, you were his whole world. the only reason he came to school was to sit behind the goody-two-shoes class prez who showed him around and always helped him when he needed it. you were the only one who acted so calm around him, and because of that, he felt so safe with you.

"y/n... i forgot to do the homework again. can't i just copy yours?" he asked one morning.

"no, Yoshi. i worked hard on this," you grumbled, studying at your desk. Yoshi squeezed your shoulders and whined, begging for your help.

"fine. i'll just show you how to do the questions."

"thanks," he said with a smile so pretty that momentarily, you understood why people had a crush on him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

eventually, you and Yoshi became friends rather than him always asking you for help and you being the one that provides it. Yoshi seemed like the only genuine person in school, never sucking up to you just because you're the class president, but always just being himself around you.

Yoshi could say his attempts to befriend you worked.

in the school cafeteria one day, Yoshi spoke to you as he slipped some of your favourite side dishes from his plate onto yours.

"how come you never ask to ride my motorbike like everyone else does?"

"'cause it's scary. and i don't really care that much," you lied. truthfully, you were dying to wrap your arms around his waist and let him drive you anywhere... just normal friend things, right?

Yoshi smirked, watching as you stuffed a spoonful of food into your mouth.

"yeah right," he teased, sticking his tongue out at you.

"Yoshi, can we take the class prez away from you for a second or are you too busy kissing their butt for better grades?" a classmate comes up to the two of you and asks.

your jaw is left hanging--you've never heard anyone speak like that before, only ever in movies.

"you wanna kiss their butt now, don't you? go ahead. i was just trying to have a meal with my friend," Yoshi bites back.

you gulp as your classmate rolls their eyes at Yoshi and turns to you with pleading eyes.

"what is it?" you ask.

"no one got question 3 right on the maths test but you and Yoshi, so we've all been having a hard time figuring out our mistake and were wondering if you could help us."

"sure. if you finish your lunch early, i'll be in the class to show you."

"thank you, y/n!" your classmate exclaims, clasping their hands together and running to their spot in the cafeteria.

"thank you, y/n!" Yoshi mocks them, scoffing and hurriedly eating his food.

"why are you eating so fast?" you ask.

"don't we need to be there to show them how question 3 is done soon?"

"who said you're coming with me?"

"shut up."

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"okay, but why does he have to be here," your classmate asks, pointing at Yoshi while everyone sits in the classroom.

"literally the whole class is here right now, so of course Yoshi is here, too. now sit down and let me explain the question," you say.

the whole time while you explain question 3, the classroom is in deep gossip mode.

"of course Yoshi got the question right. he hangs around y/n so much."

"maybe he seduced them and got them to help him cheat?"

"him and that pretty face; he could get away with anything."

"he acts so tough with his bike but he can't even pass his classes."

"he's not good enough to hang around y/n"

the last comment broke him, and he couldn't stop thinking about it. was he dragging you down? was he making you waste all your energy on him? you deserve better, better than a friend who people perceived as someone who seduces others for good grades.

for the rest of the day, Yoshi was spaced out and quiet. you were worried something was wrong, but you didn't want to bother him. so, you didn't ask. you said your goodbyes by the parking lot at the end of the day and headed your separate ways.

and you never saw him again.

just like that, Yoshi disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared.

no one knew where he was, not even the school. they still called out his name for attendance each morning, even after weeks without a trace of him.

you cried a lot. you wondered if it was your fault. you wondered what Yoshi was silently suffering because of and you wondered why you weren't able to make it better.

although his social media was gone and he didn't answer his calls, you still texted his number, asking about him and updating him about your day. you didn't know he read your messages and treasured them, itching to reply to you but not being able to. not yet.

people would always ask you about Yoshi. you were even blamed for his disappearance as everyone wondered if you 'got rid of him' because he bothered you too much.

"that's not true! i'm more worried about where he is than any of you are, so how could i be the one who made him disappear?"

you sounded more confident than you felt, though.

meanwhile, Yoshi had left to pursue music. it was something of his own that he felt confident he could be more than good enough in.

he had tried at an audition without much hope, but after succeeding, he agreed to sign a trainee contract without hesitation. it was only later that he realized what a hell it was. it just wasn't for him. he wanted to go back to school, where he could see you and be your friend, even if people told him he wasn't good enough.

he could only take a year of it before he broke his contract and fled. he had no regrets, though, because he walked away with more experience in music than he'd ever had before.

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"Yoshinori?"

"here," came the voice behind you.

your head whipped around, as did everyone else's, and there he was. Yoshi was back in his spot as if he'd never left.

you rubbed your eyes and pinched your arm, wondering if it could really be true.

Yoshi ignored everyone stares, gasps, and mutters and only focused on you. he only returned your gaze, and with a smile.

"Yoshinori, where have you been the past year?"

"I spoke to the principal about it and everything has been sorted. I apologize, teacher," Yoshi said.

you'd never heard him speaking so reverently. even the teacher and rest of the class were shocked, and you wondered just what he'd been up to.

as excited as you were to see him, you let the pettiness come first.

at lunchtime, Yoshi followed you to the cafeteria, trying hard to get any words out of you while you kept quiet.

"i know. i know i'm awful to have left you hanging like that but... just let me explain, please? you'll hear me out, right? are you mad? don't be mad, y/n--"

"how can i not be mad?" you yelled. luckily, the cafeteria was already so loud that you weren't causing so much of a disruption.

Yoshi dropped his head slightly but reached for your shoulder with his hand.

"i know... no, i don't know. but i do know that you're definitely allowed to be mad right now. but i'm not willing to lose you this easily so.."

"so explain then," you told him, walking to where you'd usually sit with him.

Yoshi told you everything. he told you how your classmates made him feel like crap, like he didn't deserve to be your friend and so when he passed an audition for an entertainment company, he left without a word, thinking it would be better for him to never talk to you again. then, when he wanted to reach out, he couldn't, since his company had banned online communication. finally, he found the courage to come back.

"Yoshi.. i wish i'd known," you said, pity in your face and voice.

he shook his head and grinned, moving your favourite side dishes from his plate onto yours again, as always.

"it's okay. we're here now. and i want to study harder so people will stop saying you pity me 'cause of my face," Yoshi said.

the awkward air between the two of you quickly faded, and you shared a lunch just like you always did. as you were putting away your plates and cutlery, Yoshi asked if you'd be willing to go to the school yard with him quickly before classes resumed.

there, he told you he had something important to tell you.

"this may be sudden or random, but i only realized this now myself. i think.. from the moment i met you, i was somehow drawn to you. you helped me feel so comfortable and when i was away from you... i couldn't breathe. i wanted to contact you so badly and anyways i think... no, i know that i like you, y/n. as more than a friend. i know i jist came back after so long, so let's take it slow. we can go on dates and get to know each other again and--"

you wrapping your arms around Yoshi's shoulders and pulling him close for a hug caught him off-guard. he choked on his words, his cheeks turned red and he returned your embrace after hesitating many times.

you didn't realize how badly you'd been needing to hear everything Yoshi said. finally hearing it made you instinctively reach out to hug him.

once you pulled away and looked at him, the pretty boy who was wearing his uniform so neatly for the first time, the wind blowing through his soft hair, you realized how lovable he's always been to you.

"let's do it, Yoshi. let's go slow and take our time," you said, taking him hand in yours and admiring the feeling, the surge of butterflies and the smiles that crept on both of your faces.

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slutforstabbings-archive · 1 year

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as promised, i am here to enquire about your thoughts on corey's school days !! 👀💗

in general, i know he wasn't popular by a long shot, but I don't think he was the least popular kid in his grade. i can see him muddling along somewhere in the middle. honestly, what i wouldn't give to know about his friends and what he did at lunch and who he spoke to in class.

you mentioned him working really hard in math and science (very much agree), and i feel like he was above average across the board. he didn't make valedictorian, but he had a very good GPA.

Corey Cunningham School HC's

~Social stuff~

I definitely agree that Corey was not at all popular but not super isolated either.

I can't do anything halfway so please enjoy this visual aid lol

Specifically I think that Corey probably has like 3 or 4 friends who he never ever hangs out with outside of school but spends all his time at school with - and probably only one of them is like, a true friend. Like, someone that Corey actually likes and feels close to and can kinda talk to about what goes on at home. Maybe that kid also has a fucked up home life so he Gets It.

At least one of the other three is a kid that Corey would never be friends with in a million years, except somehow they got attached to each other, maybe they had to do a project together and they got to know each other pretty well but not in a good way. But Corey doesn't know how to get rid of this kid, and kinda doesn't feel like he can afford to anyway - he hates this kid but the kid seems to like Corey, and Corey's been so conditioned to think that he's hard to love, his mom is always talking about how she's the only one who could ever love him the right way, he can't give someone who likes him the boot, so they're just stuck being friends.

And the other 1-2 are like, the other kid who likes westerns a lot, or the other kid with a weird kinda dark sense of humor, some simultaneously strong yet tenuous connection like that.

Also like... I think of Corey as a pretty masculine dude but I think he's got some Gender Stuff happening that he himself is not aware of or dealing with (as we've discussed lol) so I think he would probably prefer to have mostly female or lgbtq friends. Emphasis on PREFER lol I don't think he actually has any female friends unless he's friends with like, a Kinsey 6 lesbian, because I think he's also kinda girl crazy and he just can't risk catching feelings because Momma would not Have It, as he learned when she freaked out about the girl who came over to study in 9th grade.

But I definitely think there are girls, and maybe a couple of boys and/or nb kids, that are interested in him. He's cute, puberty is kind to him lol, he's probably super respectful, and of course he's like kinda shy and quiet which means he's mysterious. And like, with a body like that why is he not playing football or on the wrestling team? he's got such good grades in math and science, why isn't he on the robotics team or quiz bowl? They wanna crack his shell, yk? But like, if a girl whispers to her friends "Corey Cunningham is looking fine today," her friends are all gonna be like why do you even bother looking at him, you know he's basically a catholic priest, the dream is dead before it begins, etc.

Also like I mentioned in passing in Sandwiched, inspired by your Corey and Roger Allen explorations, I can definitely see Corey having a thing for certain male teachers and like older male classmates, like dudes who are seniors when he's a freshman or whatever. I don't think he probably had very many full blown crushes on guys, but definitely squishes, and I definitely comes back to his daddy issues and his gender shit, just like it did with Michael. Really, Corey squished on the varisty quarterback and Corey squished on the hot obnoxious goth guy, and Michael is like the absolute most extreme extension of those attractions - athleticism and defiance and self-assuredness. [ also this is why he's gonna be into Eddie in my eventual crossover fic, because Eddie has that defiant thing Corey likes :p]

Speaking of alt boys and defiance, like I mentioned in Clean Again Ch 1, and like in @toxicanonymity's fic Hot Topic, I think Corey was definitely drawn to the goths, punks, emos, metalheads etc at school. He was really intimidated by them, but that was also part of what drew him to them. Corey's constantly extremely aware of what people think of him, from having to manage Joan's outbursts all the time, and from hiding that part of his life from everyone, so I think he likes that subculture is a place where you like invite scrutiny to a degree, but you're also telling the scrutinizers to fuck off in the same breath. The self expression thing and the community of it are just everything he craves. I have a whole post of alt!Corey HC's too lol.

~ Academic Stuff ~

I think Corey's academic situation is probably similar to his friend situation - he's got a couple subjects he really likes and they come to him easily, a couple subjects he's kinda meh on but does decently well with, and probably one problem subject he just hates but also has to actually work at.

We already know his favorite subjects are math and science. He likes English when they're reading something good (what standard high school reading do we think he liked? I know he was about The Outsiders for sure lol), and history when they're learning about something related to his other interests, but he's pretty neutral about them at other times. I'm gonna say he probably liked gym most of the time too. As long as they weren't picking teams - not that he got picked last, I would think he'd be athletic enough and have enough friends that he would get picked in the middle instead of last, just that the experience of standing there waiting and being measured up would be really unpleasant for him. Maybe the class he hated and thought was really hard was whatever foreign language he took.

He probably could have a 4.0 gpa without much more work if he was in the right environment. But I can't see Joan caring all that much about grades since she was keeping him at home by Munchausen-ing him with some frequency and being weird about his classmates coming over to work on projects. And he's under a lot of stress all the time. So he just does his best most of the time and ends up with like a 3.3.

Until he realizes that college is the way out and his increasing interest in how things work and how they're designed and made can actually raise him out of working class semi-poverty. He's got his two and half years of 3.3s, that's not too bad, but he's gotta finish strong so he can qualify for scholarships. He graduates with like a 3.75 or something.

I will say I think the canon timeline for his college experience is kinda weird and I wonder about it. Like, when the accident happens he's 21, so we can assume he graduated 3 or 4 years ago. He could be a senior in college by that point if he went straight to a regular 4 year university. But he went to community college first. Did he do that to save money or to appease Joan? And surely he would qualify for some amount of merit-based money and probably some income-based awards too, if he was trying to get help paying for a standard 4 year university. Could they just not afford it even with scholarships and loans? I can definitely see Joan doing whatever she could to make him stay as long as possible, up to an including sabotaging his financial aid somehow. Maybe she wouldn't even fill out the FAFSA [the thing Americans have to fill out with their parents to get federal financial aid].

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham headcanons #halloween ends #thoughts #ask #mine

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taivansupremacy · 11 months

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You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else

Summary: Taissa doesn't care about having the perfect love story and going on dates. She's afraid something is broken within her. (A Taissa character study pre-crash and pre-taivan)

A/N: so... i pumped this out real quickly lol i chose taylor lyrics again to link it to my Van character study. Read Van's character study here!

Taissa never understood what the big deal about dates and crushes were. As a child, her parents read her stories of happily ever afters and of princes saving princesses, but unlike her classmates, she wasn’t sure she even wanted a prince. The idea of being saved didn’t ever sound appealing to her, even as a child, so when her friends all wanted to play princesses, she volunteered herself as a prince so she wouldn’t have to be the damsel in distress. It felt so good to be the saver instead of the saved, until some of her other classmates caught on and told her exactly why she shouldn’t be playing the prince.

Even in middle and high school, Taissa was never bothered when she didn’t get asked to dances or to go on dates on the weekends. In fact, she was more bothered when she did get asked. She went on a date with a boy in 8th grade, just because all of her friends were giving her shit for being the last one to have their first kiss. She felt queasy just thinking about it, like her insides were all twisted up, but she went anyway. When he kissed her in the back of the movie theater, she didn’t hesitate to run for the bathroom and lock herself in a stall.

She wasn’t sure if she felt like sobbing or throwing up and she was absolutely positive that none of her friends felt this way after having their first kiss. She decided to table that thought for later and call her mom to come get her. She made up a story about feeling sick (it was only a half lie, really) and laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling for the whole night.

After that, she’d decided that romantic love just must not be for her. She’d lie to her friends about thinking some completely unattainable guy in their grade is cute. She turned down guys that asked her on dates and to dances, making up some excuse about being busy that night or having some kind of soccer thing to attend to. It helped her get by without too many questions, but she often wondered if she was broken.

She’d started noticing girls in her grade in the way that she thought most of her friends noticed boys when she was in 9th grade. She’d decided they were much better to look at, but only allowed herself short glances. She wasn’t quite ready to deal with what it meant yet, so she pushed those thoughts down when they arose and continued to believe that she was broken, though all her friends told her that her time would come, she just couldn’t bring herself to believe it.

When she moved to Wiskayok HIgh, her problems only seemed to worsen. Being the new girl meant attention, attention from teachers trying to catch her up to speed, girls trying to figure out if she’d be a friend or a threat, and boys trying to scope out the “fresh meat” in the dating pool. So Tai decided to own it. She decided to show these people she now called peers that she was smart, driven, and bold. She spoke up to answer every question that was put out there by her teachers and chose the front seat in every class. She got some sideways looks about it all, but she didn’t care or at least she tried not to look like she cared.

On her first day of soccer practice, Tai was introduced to the team as they all stood in front of her in a cluster. She’d recognized most of them from some of her classes and could tell who was friends with who just by looking at them. She vaguely remembered seeing one particular redhead, in her English class, maybe? She couldn’t help but notice the way her auburn hair shone in the sunlight and how her freckles dotted her cheeks and arms like stars in the sky. She looked away almost as soon as her eyes settled on her. The two became fast friends when the redhead made some kind of quip about one of the girls on their team being uptight and peppy, Jackie, Taissa thinks was her name.

They continued to get closer and closer as the season and school year went on. They often went straight from school or practice to get food or sat in Taissa’s bedroom to watch movies and listen to music. They’d show up and leave parties together, pair up for group projects, and lend each other annotated books with their thoughts and feelings scribbled on the pages.

The only problem was what Taissa was beginning to suspect is a crush. Of course, she’d admired girls in her grade before, but they’d never been girls that had meant anything to her. Most times, she barely uttered a word to the girls that caught her eye. She’d admired them for a second in passing before looking away and most times, she’d never see them again.

With Van, it was different. She’d gotten to study her inside and out. She knew Van’s favorite movies and why they were her favorite, she knew why she gets physically sick when she looks at peas, and how making mixtapes is her love language. She also knew how her hair looked splayed across her purple pillowcase at sleepovers. She knew how her pale red eyelashes brushed her freckles as she slept and how it felt to lay her head on Van’s chest and shoulder, a warm, freckled arm wrapped around her back. She knew Van intimately, almost as well as she knew herself.

Van made her feel what she only assumed her classmates felt with the boys they spoke of. She felt a warmth in her chest upon feeling Van’s warm hand in her own, she gets butterflies in her stomach when Van smiles that smile that she pretends is reserved for her, and she loses her breath when Van’s shirt rides up and a patch of pale, freckled skin is revealed. She tried not to think about these things when they occurred. She loved the feelings that Van elicited from her, though she wasn’t quite ready to confront them.

She continued to make up some dumb excuses when boys from school asked her out, but she found herself wishing it were Van asking her instead. She thought that would solve her problems, but she knew the real problem was within her. She wished she was as confident and bold when it came to her feelings for Van as people thought she was with everything else.

Taissa Turner thought she wasn’t interested in love, that it was overrated and ultimately not in the cards for her. She knows now that love just looks a bit different for her than it does for everyone else. She may not be ready to deal with that now, but she knows she will be one day and she hopes that Van Palmer will be the one to show her what she was missing out on.

#yellowjackets showtime #yellowjackets fanfic #yellowjackets #taissa turner #van palmer #taissa loves van #van loves taissa but she doesn't know it yet #wlw fanfic #wlw #showtime #teen taissa #teen van #set in the 90s timeline pre crash #give tai a hug #no dialogue #character study

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disgustingmel · 26 days

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It is 10pm, the time I have started writing this. When I was in 9th grade there were a group of presumably straight girls who named themselves the "wives". They joked about being married to each other and dedicated stories to each other with romantic music. And i dont mind that i really dont. But when they get home they can just text their bfs or something. They can feel normal while sitting at the park bench wirh their bf and go to bed and feel good about what they are attracted to

I don't like it when the normal couples make out at school and they will not feel bad?????

I have glances of a same-sex couple between classes since last year and they are so cute and i am envious. No girl has ever liked me back. Last year girls were soooo curious about which boy from the class i liked. One girl went detective mode and showed me a bunch of pictures of males and asked me if i thought they were handsome. I said no not only because i thought they were ugly, but because i also was ugly (and perhaps still am) and i knew they would make fun of me if i lied and said yes. I have always been ugly not only from ghe outside bur slso feom the inside out. My soul is truly rotten snd putrid for reasons i cant fully explain but over half of it is my SSA's fault how csn you think of someones soul as pure if she notices jer classmates cleavage a bit too much but i sm not starinf i would nevee want to mske another female ucomfortable and for exanple when one chabges in feont of me in a sleepover in my room and i diddnt hsve time to react and run away and she just did ans i didnt say anytjing to stop her!!!!!! My soul is teuly rotten and putrid because it just is. My soul can't be changed. I will always be disgusting and vile just as my soul is. The subliminal messages aren't working. I may convert to Christianity. May not. And what else do i have lefr if the subliminals do not work and i cant force myself to believe in Christianity? Do i kikll myself? Do i keep studying and go to uni unril i am 40 years old and my oarents are dead and my brother doesnt give me attenrion and i am left forever alone? Because i donr have any friends either. I donf have any more choices!! Now i thought and I am sure i should keep studying and go to uni even if am unhappy because i wont have any romantic relstiinships snd will be celibste. Because isnt being unhappy because of that, kind of incel behavior? I should be able to live happily by myself!!! I dont need a woman but the problem is i really want to have a wife!!! Since i was a young child in my daydreams i have always pictured myself living as a grown woman with another woman. Bur i cant because i feel too disgusting ro even imagine and act on a fake scensrio!!!! Snd the fsct that i cant makes me feel miserable. But technically i should feel ok. I dont have anyproblems. Besides my 10th grade bulimia-induced transparent teeth (i dont anymore i am in 11th now) and my dad abusing substances most of my childhood and quitting last year and having no friends FUCK it maybe i really am blaming all my problems in my SSA. I tend to pin all my troubles in a specific. But i really do feel guilty about my SSA. I dont know the point of this post and I dont care enough to fix the spelling mistakes but i want to say this all somewhere

#mel's conversion

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livsworld-ndstyle · 2 months

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save the date

tomorrow.

2/26/24.

save the date.

at least for me.

i have the meeting which i mentioned a couple of posts back and i’ve been scared for it. AND ITS TOMORROW!?

also why is there a big gap in between save the date and the word tomorrow?-

also i digressed a lot teehee!

second period. 8:32am. i’m so mad that it’s immediately after february / president’s day break, even though my past meeting dates, which i have memorized, have been in a similar timeframe.

this year - 2/26/24

last year - 3/1/23

the year before last - 3/21/22

but anyways i have to miss spanish class for the second year in a row!! my spanish teacher is gonna flip, im in a college level and college credit bearing spanish class and its the second highest. we’re prepping for the national spanish exam, which is a standardized spanish exam that i have taken in years past.

last year i got bronze, the year before last i got an honorable mention. this year i want silver and next year i want gold to show progressive improvement.

some other patterns i’ve noticed with my meetings is the teacher and class they choose that i should miss

10th & 11th: missed spanish, chose my math teacher to be the general education teacher.

8th & 9th: missed social studies/global, chose my english teacher to be the general education teacher.

6th & 7th: missed support class, chose my social studies teacher to be the general education teacher.

so i’m highly convinced there’s a method to the madness.

anyways now i’m going to go into depth of each of the invited teachers.

if you remember this pic:

yes i have this picture somewhere in my favorites album, it’s easier to access that way.

also on the doc it has my real name (cuz liv is derived from olivia) but PLEASE DO NOT CALL ME OLIVIA. ty.

person #1: the chairperson/psychologist

if i get any testing done within the triennial period, like how i did my freshman year, i would get pulled out to take a variety of tests. i remember being so mad when i realized my IQ from grade 4 is the same as it was in grade 9, and i’m in the above average range for VSI.

which is insane. i used to be below average for VSI.

VSI, or Visual Spatial Index, is a subtest in the WISC-V tests for an ability to evaluate visual details and understand visual-spatial relationships to construct geometric designs from a model. (Child Psychologist AU).

the link to that article ->

also i don’t live in AUS, but this is the best definition on it.

2. my math teacher, also my favorite teacher! she recommended me to take two math classes, which is a shock even for me and also i love her so much because it’s fun to see her teach and her teaching style brings so much joy to my life and i can’t wait to see what the rest of the year has in store.

the only part i’m worried about, well, maybe two things.

general ed teachers have to take notes on me leading up to the meeting…and i don’t know what’s contained in these notes she’s written, so yeah that’s one. also, i told her that if she ever sees me distracted., she can redirect me — i guess i have never realized just how much i do get distracted until she tells me to stay on task when we do group work!

pretty much every group i’ve been in with my friends (so like clover, daniela, and meredith) we’ve been told to stop talking about other topics, and the only reason why is because im there.

clover & daniela normally work alone, together, without meredith and i and they’re super productive. they talk AND get work done.

meredith & i are the opposite. we work together any chance we get when she doesn’t pick partners and while meredith and i work we both distract each other.

the only annoying problem is, every time i get redirected from talking to meredith, we are always talking about a math problem.

when i got redirected with clover and daniela, we were distinctly talking about a different topic…!

3. my case manager/special ed teacher:

well i think she has a plethora of things to say about me. but like a plethora of GOOD things. because im a great student. i have a 92 in english and she’s the coteacher so it works out perfectly for me! :)

plus my writing is super strong, i wrote a 507-word response for english when it was supposed to be 5-7, and my other english teacher wrote this lovely comment!

you don’t have to read the whole thing, especially if you haven’t read the great gatsby.

but my english teacher gave 7 perfect scores on this assignment so of course i’m so proud of this.

4. my guidance counselor

even though i just saw her for my junior meeting, i know she also has a plethora of good things to say, so im not worried about her input.

5. my speech teacher

worried- i have not gone to speech in a while, either because my case manager hasn’t sent me my speech schedule and because i use the period i have speech to finish any tests so my teachers don’t hunt me down in the testing room…which HAS happened.

6. also not mentioned, at least on the document, but my other general class teachers get an email the monday of and have to write like 3-6 sentences on my progress in their class.

the other 3 blurred people are my parents and i., but i don’t want information out there on my parents on tumblr.

also i accidentally blurred the location. it’s supposed to be a video conference, but i told the committee to make it in-person and now both my parents are coming so yay!

anyways this is a long post but i hope you enjoyed! i wrote this at my local hairdresser 🤗

im gonna prob post after the meeting, so like period 3 or 5 or even 9 about what went down in a new post.

thanks for reading :)

ps if you’re still there, i’m gonna make a new style where i use the quote text as a header for my posts.

bye now! :)

#neurodivergent #actually autistic #i don’t know what to tag this #actually neurodivergent #school #autism #learning disability #asd #autism masking #low support needs

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alexissmithz · 3 months

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I wanna kms

I am a 17 year old girl from south east Asia. Y’all might have known how strict Asians are. Anyways my story isn’t just about that. I don’t know why am I sharing my story here but I guess maybe because I don’t think I will be around much longer so…I guess I wanna leave behind something at least.

I won’t say I am an amazing or a perfect person. I have my own flaws and I was immature asf a few years back. So please treat my story with a little kindness. I was born a pretty weak child, cuz my mom didn’t really get much for herself when she was pregnant with me. Her marriage is quite unhappy, though they try their best to never let it show in public. Before I was born dad put his own family wayyyy before mom, theirs was an arranged marriage. After I was born I guess dad fell in love with his daughter and began to be around a lot more. My mom left her job when I was born to take care of me. As I grew up, she began to be pretty strict, about my behaviour, clothing and especially studies. I was ok with it because I honestly didn’t understand much and cried it out. If I did any mistakes as a child in academics I would get severely punished and scolded, they did not beat me much. Both mom and dad. Dad sometimes used to lock me in a room if I could not get the (Bengali) alphabets right, even after he taught me so many times, I was only 2-3. I joined school when I was 4 and when I did no body treated me with kindness. Teachers made me sit at the last apparently because I was dark and not of a high caste. Then when I topped in class 1 after some rough teaching by mom things changed. Skip to class 5, I had a best friend who suddenly told me she didn’t wanna be friends anymore. I was young, it broke me. Skip to 7th grade, a boy who liked me for 2 years began dating me. He broke up with me 2 weeks after, and immediately began to date my prettiest friend. Then again I had a bf who…fell for my best friend who he used to sit with. I never trusted girls as friends after that. I changed school in 8th grade because I was also bullied physically and mentally by boys in 7th grade which included my exes. They touched me inappropriately as well. Then lockdown began and I was confined in home for the whole 8th and 9th grade. I was depressed, a lot mostly because my family situation wasn’t great either. My parents fight verbally a lot for minor reasons and it takes a toll on me. They treat me as the trauma dump and the punching bag (again not physically). It exhausts me but I still loved them. I wanted to die countless times but couldn’t for my mom. She left her job twice. She tells me all these sacrifices she did for me almost everyday. They almost divorced once but I begged and begged and kept them together. Anyways my parents are wayyyy overpossessive. I never go to school or tuition alone, even now I have never stepped out of the house alone. I don’t have my own phone or social media. I am pretty introverted so I can’t make friends easily either. After like 3 years I had made a best friend- a boy. I trusted him with everything, loved him as much as my parents. My teachers thought we were dating, so did my parents, I defended him in front of everyone. He was my home but…when he got a gf he…cut me off. His gf is super insecure which I understand in long distance relationships but….he didn’t even fight for me after all I had been through for him….happened only a few weeks ago and the pain is still raw.

Times like this I don’t get the support of my parents because they think I should be studying and not thinking of stuff like this. If I tell then, they are gonna taunt me about it for a year. Whenever I do something wrong, have mood swings, my mom is like- this is why you don’t have friends. It hurts…so much. When they discovered my scar filled arm they were horrified about what peo would think- and not why I was in such pain. What am I expecting? My own mom told me to d*e, that I was a curse in her life. She made me feel like this a lot. Cold treatment etc etc go on a lot. Still I loved her. Still I loved dad too even though he never stood up for me and always supported my mom in scolding me. I topped last year in 10th grade boards too (98%) but that isn’t enough I guess. Anyways today….i was telling mom about every one who went to the school excursion and tuition picnic. They never let me go to stuff like this because yeah they are quite overprotective. So today by mistake I told her…yeah I didn’t get to go cuz you guys won’t let me. And you know what she said?

“I wish you were born an ORPHAN in your next life, since you wanna be free”

It broke me and whatever was left of my heart. My mother, a mother is telling me…that I should be an…orphan??? Is this the woman I had been living for??

Suddenly I lost all the reason of my life. I had been used and thrown aside all my life. I had always been the second option, the backup plan. My own parents treated me like a trophy child and I still loved them. I have no other relatives to turn to. My best friend who promised he would never leave me like the others did leave me. My own mother…tell me where did I go wrong? All my life I had been kind and helpful, and was never ever mean, I assure you. So why? Why did it happen to me? Why always?? Why me??? So AITAH for wanting to just k*ll myself as soon as possible ? Because honestly I am exhausted….

Edit : Some things I missed- I had one last bf in sophomore (10th). He used to drink and smoke. Even though I told him not to. He was me, my ex best friend’s common friend. One day I suggested for a break cuz of exams and how crazy controlling and jealous he was. He drunk a lot and began to spew shit like me and my bff had an affair behind his back etc etc a lot of bad stuff. Instead of leaving my bff like he did I left my bf for doing this to his own gf and best friend.

I know my mom loves me a lot but- it’s toxic. Maybe because of how she is. But she is very controlling, abt my clothes, behaviour, who I talk to. She checks all messages regularly and is quite emotionally abusive. I tried to understand, but I am tired of not being understood.

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redwonyism · 4 months

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day 39-day 80 - wednesday, december 20th, 2023

AHHHHH guys i liteeally disappeared for over a month… LET ME EXPLAIN. fyi, i did not forget about this blog >_< i have a two big reasons for this break i took (right after i said i was here to stay) and here they are: i wasn’t seeing any progress (not just with weight loss, but with my habits), and i was dealing with some personal family issues. i am MUCH overdue for an update. but before i give it, i’m sorry for my lack of discipline in keeping up with this blog :(( but i’m ACTUALLY back and here to stay.

okay so… GOD where to even begin ?? okay, firstly, i’ll talk about where my head’s been the last month and half i’ve been gone. i’ve actually thought about this blog every day that i didn’t post LOL. i felt a little guilty because of my lack of discipline + i was losing good “data” to look back on later when i’ve hopefully met my goals. but, alas, finals were approaching and my school habits were greatly falling behind. i was really worried about my grades (not that i’d fail, but just that i’d disappoint myself) because i wasn’t paying attention and i was just letting myself fall behind when i had no business being behind. i also fell into some family beef in late november (on my own birthday !! worst day ever), and i lost a family member in mid december. i wasn’t eating great either, which definitely did not help my self esteem.

however, things have turned around !! through the grace of god (or something like that), i somehow pulled through with all As this semester !!! and it motivated me a lot to work even harder this coming semester, which starts in mid january. also … WE HAVE A PROFILE PIC CHANGE !!!! even though i haven’t been posting here, i HAVE been keeping track of my weight and on december 9th, i weighed in at JUST below 74 kg (73.9 to be exact)/163 lbs, which put me at the 74 kg mark. then, two days ago, i weighed in at 73.5 kg/162 !! basically, in about two months, i’ve lost about 5 kilos/10 lbs. i’m hoping for even faster progress in the future (as much as my health permits obviously). i’m just happy to have hit the 5 kg/10 lb mark. it feels good !!

so what now ? right now, i’m home for the holidays, which is honestly putting a damper on my weight loss. my gym in my hometown is further away, so it’s harder to adhere to working out. plus, my house is stocked with food, unlike my dorm. i’ve been spending my break so far wallowing in bed, but i think i’m going to start waking up earlier and working out at home. i’m thinking of trying some of those viral workouts LOL like maybe the le sserafim workout just to spice things up and keep things interesting.

it also seems like this upcoming semester will be really difficult :(( the workload looks heavy, and i’m worried i won’t be able to handle it. but i’m trying to stay hopeful. i need to look into some better study habits and try to implement them into my life. soooo i guess stay tuned for updates on that.

i guess that’s it for now. it’s good to be back and sort out my thoughts. see everyone tomorrow !!

#weight loss #wonyoung #wonyoungism #korean #red #weight log #korea #lifestyle #kpop

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bbiwon · 1 year

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heyy all ♥ name's lola, here presenting the misunderstood character prompt, moon jaewon; who looks like a badboy, walks like a badboy but is a soft-hearted individual in reality. under the cut i've provided information about him in a bullet point list. if you'd like to interact, i'm available through both IMs and discord, latter which i strongly prefer, but i don't mind either platforms at the end of the day. thank you for your time! ♥

9th february 1999, born and raised in seoul

father teacher at an elementary school, mother working at a supermarket only fair to say that jaewon has lived an average life, sitting on the lower scale of the middle class. has a sister younger than him by few years. always was the type who was drawing; there's so many childhood drawings back at their home done by him alone that one could probably make a whole new house out of it. however, he played football mostly, since kindergarten all throughout the start of high-school, due to his parents' wish. decided to quit at the start of high-school, under the excuse that he wants to focus on studies.

in reality, he's spent his free time returning to his true passion... which quickly spirals into him drawing all the time, filling one too many sketchbooks all too fast; studies of value, anatomy, charcoal, graphite, cheap (dry) pastels. he develops a liking for a flowy touch of charcoal, alike breathy strokes of ink, quickly gaining a personal style. it's all done through naver and whichever book he can dig up from the local library, though, because his parents aren't really supportive of him following the path of an artist. after all, they are all struggling to put bread on the table and they don't want their son to be like that too.

semi-decently liked in high school, hits puberty early and has that boy crush vibes to him; with him being generally nice to everyone there are a few dates here and there but nothing serious ever happens. he had a lot of acquaintances and a few good friends though.

during this time, alongside a somewhat unlimited access to the internet and its wonders while his parents work, he finds a liking to tattoos in a way that's more complex than saying oh that looks pretty on their skin. he starts copying work done on skin of western celebrities at first, then starts coming up with his own design. gets stick and poke material from a friend of a friend of a friend and starts doing stuff on his legs mostly, thankfully most of which is now covered up

in a way, his parents have been right. his hyper-focus on it, mixed with the rebellious "i'll do what i want to do with my life" phase leads jaewon into not really studying when he's meant to be studying, so throughout high-school, his grades tank a lot. unfortunately, it's not enough to be hardworking re: drawing and talented to enter university and in spite of the evident talent, jaewon fails to enroll.

his parents aren't happy with it obviously soo he almost goes for his mandatory service right away instead, but in that same rebellious manner he says no (for now) and spends next two years... working night shifts at one of those 24-hour convenience shops while also doing an apprenticeship, attending conventions, pestering and listening to whoever wants to speak to him of the work. safe to assume he did in fact look like a zombie 18-20 and he's been barely-contact with his parents during that time

dedication, time, skill, tears, suffering have him landing a job in seoul straight out of apprenticeship, at a rather smaller place where he spends a little over a year, still looking up to his seniors; though he doesn't stay there long.

a friend of a friend (plot!?) recommends him barracuda, even if it's a city away. it's better in every way, with it being at a mall rather than some side alleyway on outskirts of seoul's city centre, and apparently the pay is better. he travels to daegu to check it out, carrying his portfolio, and it's like both ends have hit a jackpot at that moment. it's also a change of environment that he thinks would suit him well mentally so...

he becomes a full time artist @ the place. really enjoys his work and the shop, earning himself a respected name in the span of next two years (and ongoing) that he's there. (if my timeline is wrong ignore that)

gone complete no-contact with his parents due to all of this (distance also helps) but his sister thinks he's cool and that's all that matters to him in the end. tends to sleep over inside barracuda often after staying in late, which doesn't bother him much in the end because he lives in a really small studio apt anyway

his work can be seen on ig (@bbiwon) as it stands as a online-portfolio (sketches, flashes, healed tats; persona is anonymous). without going into detail describing his style, i will simply say that his work is similar to work of moku (a forewarning that he tattoos butterflies in case anyone is icked by them); with that flowy, almost freehand looking strokes. i envision his "signature tattoo" being variations on koi fishes, done in that same 'brushy' stroke/airy style. one day when i'm not lazy i'll draw an example of this

personality wise, jaewon is very soft spoken and thoughtful of others, the type that is comforting even if he doesn't say anything. calm, scarcely angry (but really spiteful and grudge holding if you manage to piss him off), the type who starts conversation about anything and everything without being embarrassed about it. carefree to an extent, holding the belief that everything will work out well in the end; though often prone to making spur of the moment decisions in his personal life. compassionate, casual & easy-going, sociable, very much caring even in moments when he should be putting himself first. the type to notice if someone isn't talking in a group of people and try to involve them. tries and isnt opposed to small talk during sessions but also reads people easily and their comfort levels

some other tidbits: — plays league of legends, maintaining a masters rank for past several seasons — the type to have "loves long walks on the beach/by the river/lake and watching sunset" on tinder but still can't make it past the second date (he actually doesn't know what he wants out of a relationship) — likes to drink, friends know how physically affectionate he actually gets when drunk — vapes... strawberry flavour... i'm sorry — dresses baggy, streetwear, comfortable — his first personal instagram kind of blew up which made him uncomfortable, so he deleted that one and made a new one. now, it is actually private and really small selection of people — trying really hard to learn how to play the guitar but also not really successful at it. will play it however to everyone's misfortune — drives a motorcycle, skateboards — lover of alt music, fan of cigarettes after sex and collects their vinyl releases despite not owning a turntable — his hair is crying but he keeps bleaching it — carries his ipad with him 24/7, always sketching something in free time — aquarius sun scorpio moon scorpio rising but you see idk what any of it means — mitski - i bet on losing dogs.mp3

if i ever think of anything more re: him (and i'm always thinking about him i love my #NotEmo boy) 'll be adding it!

i prefer brainstorming for plotting, or taking up other people's wanted plots as my brain is pea sized, but some ideas i have are: a failed tinder date who happens to actually work at the same mall , store right next to barracuda and it's kinda awkward seeing you every day or alternatively lets try again; someone who's a fan of his work; someone who he helped with a hangover after one of those forbidden parties at the mall; somehow every saturday you bump into one another when he's skating next to the geumho river and omg again? third time you're paying for a drink; mysterious person he's in a high-score war with at xpixel; coworkers; someone who thinks he's bad influence bc of his work & appearance... etcetera

#sunsetintro #am i breaking the ice omg...#also realized how much i wrote omg...

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dittomander · 2 years

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How does the education system in the Everrealm even work. Elena, Mateo and Naomi are not in school even though they are secondary school age. All we see is primary school for Isabel, the StF kids

I imagine the different Kingdoms have their own approaches to education, like how real world countries have different education systems. I'm assuming most of the kingdoms require primary education and have varying degrees of requirement for secondary education, with access to tertiary education for those that would need higher education in more specialized subjects.

Enchancia we know has Royal Prep and the village school for primary education, with the former being specifically for royals from a variety of kingdoms. The other kingdoms presumably have their own village schools as well for non-royal folks. Royal Prep and the village school have different curriculum, with RPA teaching magic and the village school teaching construction, as examples. Hexley Hall is a magic academy that seems to cover primary, secondary, and tertiary education for sorcerers considering Cedric says he studied there for 15 years. Other primary schools introduced in StF include the Junior Knights Academy and Westloch.

I don't think we really see any secondary school students in StF, but we do learn a little about secondary education, at least for the upper class, when the Royal Prep students get sent to pick a school to attend after RPA graduation in The Royal School Fair. Like Royal Prep, these schools don't seem to be restricted by kingdom. So at least in the "Eastern Hemisphere" EverRealm, royals seem to be educated together for primary school before being split up for more specialized secondary school.

I don't remember if its ever made clear how secondary education works for normal kids, nor how admission into Hexley Hall works as opposed to just going to a regular school. Considering StF is entirely focused on primary school aged kids, it makes sense that we wouldn't learn a whole lot about what happens afterward.

We learn even less about education in the "Western Hemisphere" EverRealm in Elena of Avalor, since unlike StF, EoA's focus isn't on the characters being in school. Royal education doesn't seem to be as centralized in Avalor as it is in Enchancia (& Enchancia's neighbors), since Isabel was being privately tutored in the castle before going to school. There also doesn't seem to be a specific school for royals, since when she does start attending school, she just goes to the regular school in the city. We also know Avalor has tertiary education in the form of the Science Academy, and there are presumably other specialist schools as well. Esteban mentions a "royal academy" when he says he's bringing in professional dancers for Naomi's birthday in My Fair Naomi, but this is never really elaborated on.

As to why we don't see the teens in school - I touched briefly on this in my magic in Avalor post, but my headcanon is that education in Avalor is only required through lower secondary education (through the end of 9th grade for Americans). This is based off the fact that upper secondary school was only made mandatory in Mexico in 2012. Elena presumably had private tutors growing up (seeing as Isabel canonically did), so we wouldn't see her going to school even if she was still studying. Mateo and Naomi, then, would've been upper secondary school-aged at the start of the show, so it's possible that they just dropped out once they got their jobs at the palace.

It might also be possible for them to just still be in school during the run of the show. We don't see every detail of their lives, and the school day in a lot of Latin America tends to be structured around the morning, with classes ending early so students can go home for lunch. They could be going to school in the morning and then heading to the palace in the afternoons, and the episodes where we see them hanging around at other hours are weekends or holidays. I mean, the show starts during summer break, so it wouldn't be an issue for a few months anyway.

#elena of avalor #eoa #sofia the first #stf #ditto answers #I was originally gonna add some school-related amigo headcanons at the end #but this post is already very long lmao

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