#My mom's a teacher I'm well aware of all of the many many MANY things that are wrong here

[poisonlove]

Miss Ortega | j.o

part 10

The Christmas holidays were approaching, and I was at Jenna's house. Jenna's family had arrived from California a few days earlier, eager to spend the holidays with their daughter since they didn't have many opportunities to see her during the year. Of course, Jenna's family had no idea that Jenna and I were in a relationship, which complicated things because Jenna was my Calculus teacher.

A few hours earlier, I received a call from my mother informing me that my grandmother wasn't feeling well and that the family would have to travel to Italy to visit her. Due to the high flight costs, I offered to stay in the United States, obviously concerned.

Jenna's family suggested that I spend the holidays with them; they were curious to meet me. I enthusiastically accepted the invitation, grateful for the opportunity to spend Christmas with Jenna's family. I was eager to get to know Jenna's parents better and spend time with them during the festivities.

I did have some concerns about my relationship with Jenna, especially considering the fact that she was my teacher. However, I hoped that we could set aside her role as a teacher and student during the holidays and simply enjoy our time together as friends (in front of her parents).

Despite my worries, I was excited about spending Christmas with Jenna's family. I looked forward to discovering what they had planned for the holidays and feeling welcomed in their home.

"Thank you so much for the invitation; it's really kind of you. I would be delighted to spend the Christmas holidays with all of you," I admitted with a smile.

"We're really glad you've accepted. It'll be nice to have some company during the holidays," Jenna said, giving me a tender look and a smile.

During dinner with Jenna's family, they chatted animatedly, immersed in a pleasant atmosphere. Jenna and I exchanged secret smiles, aware of the need to keep our relationship discreet.

I paused in the act of bringing the fork to my mouth when I felt Jenna's hand on my thigh. With a shiver, I tried to ignore her touch and continued listening to the conversations at the table. Jenna's hand moved closer to my inner thigh, and on instinct, I coughed, attracting the attention of those present.

"Excuse me, something went down the wrong way," I admitted, looking at Jenna with narrowed eyes. She hid her smile, looking at her family with enthusiasm.

During dinner, Jenna's parents asked me about school and my plans for the future. I responded enthusiastically, trying to be natural despite the awareness that I had to hide my relationship with Jenna.

The night continued with joy and happiness as the family enjoyed each other's company. Despite moments of caution, the dinner became a precious memory for all, a time when love and acceptance prevailed over the need to hide the truth.

"So, Mrs. Ortega, is there a favorite dish you like to cook during the holidays?" I asked, trying to strike up a conversation with Jenna's mom.

"Oh, dear, call me Natalie... anyway, during the holidays in California, I like to prepare the traditional Christmas turkey with all its sauces and side dishes. It's a family tradition. And you, t/n, what's your favorite Italian dessert during the holidays?" she asked, knowing that I'm Italian.

"I love pandoro! It's a Christmas sweet that I adore. It's fluffy and light, and I love serving it with a bit of mascarpone cream. But I'm also curious to find out what the typical Christmas sweets are in California. Do you have any local specialties?"

"Well, here in California, we have a wide variety of desserts. One of the most famous is strawberry cheesecake. It's a delicious and refreshing dessert, perfect for Californian days. Additionally, we have a strong tradition of artisanal ice creams and sweets made with fresh seasonal fruits," Edward chimed in, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"Wow, that sounds delicious! I love discovering new desserts and flavors during my travels. I can't wait to try the strawberry cheesecake and other local sweets during my visit to California," I admitted, gently intertwining my pinkie with Jenna's.

"Speaking of California, have you already planned what to visit during your stay? Obviously, if you come in the summer. There are many interesting places to see. For example, the beautiful city of San Francisco with the famous Golden Gate Bridge, and the vibrant atmosphere of Los Angeles with its beaches and theme parks," Isaac added, shrugging casually with a hint of pride for his city.

"I'm fascinated by California, and I can't wait to explore San Francisco and Los Angeles. They're iconic places I've always dreamed of visiting. And I'd also like to discover lesser-known spots; if you have any advice to give, I'd love to hear it," I asked, glancing at Jenna.

"Absolutely! There are many off-the-beaten-path destinations that might interest you, like the beautiful Santa Barbara with its beaches and Mediterranean climate, or the picturesque town of Monterey with its famous aquarium. These are charming places that could enrich your trip," Aliyah, one of Jenna's sisters, chimed in.

"Thank you for the suggestions! I'm truly excited about visiting California and discovering all these wonders. I feel fortunate to have this opportunity," I confessed, taking a sip of my Coca-Cola.

"We're happy to have you here with us, t/n. It will be a special experience to spend the holidays in California together, if you decide to come, of course. If you have more questions or curiosities about our city or state, don't hesitate to ask. We're here for you," Natalie said sweetly, smiling warmly at me.

"Thank you, Natalie. I'm grateful for your warm welcome," I said, looking at the family with embarrassment, hearing laughter around the table.

"Have you finished buying all the Christmas presents?" Natalie changed the subject, starting to clear the table.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, I haven't had the chance to do that yet. It's been a really busy period for me," I admitted, remembering the pile of tasks we still had to do.

"I understand, it's a hectic time indeed. But we still need to find a time to do the shopping," Edward smiled at me, taking a sip of his wine.

"Yes, we need to go gift shopping. Can we do it tomorrow?" Jenna looked at me with a smile, clearly excited about shopping together.

"Will you join us, T/N?" Isaac suggested, looking at me with eager eyes. Embarrassed, I looked at Jenna, unsure how to respond. Jenna raised an eyebrow at her brother, trying to read his intentions.

"Yes..." Jenna responded on my behalf, subtly placing her hand on my thigh.

(...)

After dinner, Isaac and I found ourselves on the couch, chatting about various topics. Out of the corner of my eye, I looked for Jenna, who was helping her parents wash the dishes in the kitchen. I smiled sheepishly when I realized that Isaac had extended his arm over my shoulders, likely seeking to hug me.

"Does anyone want some coffee?" I heard a voice from beside me and turned to her with embarrassment. Jenna watched us with curiosity, offering a forced smile.

"Oh, yes, please! Coffee would be great," I tried to break the awkward atmosphere around us, looking at Jenna with a forced smile on my lips. Jenna's dark eyes looked at me, trying to understand my intentions.

"I'd like coffee too, thank you," I could feel Isaac's eyes on one side of my head. I lowered my head to my lap, absentmindedly playing with my fingers.

"Alright, I'll prepare coffee for everyone," Jenna nodded, clenching the inside of her cheek to avoid saying anything inappropriate about her brother. The dark-haired girl gave me a fleeting look before returning to the kitchen.

"Hey, t/n, would you like to go out for coffee sometime? I'd love to get to know you better," Isaac's question surprised me, unable to imagine that he'd be interested in going out with me. The metallic clatter of the coffee maker hitting the table startled me.

Jenna had intentionally knocked the coffee maker onto the table upon hearing her older brother's proposal.

"Oh, well, sure! That would be fun," I admitted, looking shyly at the boy.

Isaac Ortega is a young man with a charming and distinctive appearance. He has an average height and an athletic build, indicative of his commitment to sports and taking care of his body. His hair is a soft shade of dark brown, which suits his short and neat haircut perfectly. He has an intense and penetrating gaze, with deep brown eyes that seem to light up when he's excited or interested in something. His eyebrows are well-defined, accentuating the expressiveness of his face.

Isaac's face is characterized by a square jawline and a slightly pronounced chin, giving him a determined and masculine appearance. He has clear and smooth skin, suggesting good personal care. His smile is contagious, with white and perfectly aligned teeth.

"That's great! I'm sure you'll have a great time," Jenna's tone of voice was slightly different, probably trying to raise her voice to avoid showing her discontent.

"Thank you, Jenna. I think we'll get along well," Isaac said with satisfaction.

"Yeah, I'm sure we will. Enjoy your date, you guys," it was evident that Jenna was jealous and almost afraid of being too obvious. I gave her a sidelong glance, signaling that only the teacher could see it.

"Thanks, Jenna. Will you join us next time?" I looked at Jenna, trying to convey that she should change her tone if she didn't want to blow our cover.

"Of course, I'd love to. Just let me know when," Jenna smiled nervously, wiping her hands with a cloth.

Jenna returned with the coffees and noticed the tension between Isaac and me, but decided not to intervene directly to avoid making the situation worse. She tried to distract herself and involve other family members in the conversation, hoping that the atmosphere would gradually ease.

Despite Jenna's jealousy, the evening continued, but the presence of Isaac and Jenna in the same room became an evident point of tension. I tried to stay polite and not reveal my discomfort, while Jenna struggled to hold back her words.

***

18+

After an endless hour, it was time to go to sleep. Jenna had assigned the rooms to her family, wanting to sleep in the living room so as not to arouse suspicion. I take off my shirt, intending to put on my pajamas when I hear the sound of the doorknob. I look toward the door in a panic, but then smile as I realize it's Jenna. The brunette smiles sincerely when she sees me without a shirt and rolling her eyes in a childish gesture.

"Are you staying here?" I ask, lowering my voice. Jenna nods absently, almost surprised by the obvious answer. She takes off his shirt and undoes the buttons, quickly removing her pants. My throat dries up at such beauty and my eyes can't help but get lost in its curves. “My God…I really need you to touch me,” Jenna confesses, shifting uncomfortably in place. I open my mouth in surprise and lick my lips greedily, imagining finally getting a taste of Jenna.

"Get naked and lie on the bed," I say seriously, finally putting my shirt on. Jenna obeys my request with a smile on her lips. "You have to be extremely quiet, Jen, if you want to avoid being found out," I admit, leaning my knees on the mattress of the bed, my eyes looking at her completely naked body with mischief. "I will be, love" I smile like an idiot when I hear the nickname. "You are mine, right? Not Isaac's," she asks seriously, looking into my eyes.

I nod several times.

I lie across Jenna's body, looking up at her with sparkling eyes. "Completely yours... now show me that you are mine." I confess looking at her privacy. My breath crashed into her privacy and she shuddered instantly. I smell her delicious excitement again, a pungent scent but not unpleasant. It was fascinating to see how excited she was for me, you could see her small and big lips covered and shiny with her fluids. She snorts in exasperation and I smile.

I bit my lip satisfied with what I saw.

I gave her a kiss on the lower lips and began to lick them. Jenna groaned softly putting her hands on my shoulders. "Please, love," she murmurs again.

I looked up to see that Jenna was propped up on her elbows looking at me pleadingly, her eyes hooded with arousal. her hair on the sides of her shoulders moved due to her heavy breathing. Her lips were parted.

Without looking away, I put more pressure on her intimacy and wrapped my lips around her clit. moan more. I saw that she went back to bed. Her hands clenched the sheets.

It was fucking exciting.

"Yes..." he whispered slowly. I started sucking on her button and Jenna's sighs gradually increased. I closed my eyes and continued to move my tongue around her clit, swallowing and savoring her delicious taste. I put a finger inside it to collect more fluids wanted more. "Yes... continue" she said, biting her lips hard to hide her moans.

I clung more to her thighs and inserted my tongue into her privacy. "Shit," she groans, biting her lower lip, closing her eyes.

I smiled and gently kissed her inner lips, releasing a stream of saliva that connected her to my mouth. With one hand, I made rotary motions around her clit, causing Jenna's sighs to grow heavier. My hand was completely covered in her fluids, and I leaned in and placed another kiss on the nervous wreck. I licked the excitement off my lips with my tongue.

I put my lips around her clit again and slipped two fingers inside her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jenna's knuckles go completely white, clenching needily on the sheets.

The walls of little Ortega tightened around my fingers and I realized that it was coming. She put her hands in my hair and made more pressure towards her intimacy. I kept licking and penetrating.

Her back arches more.

"YES..." she moans and arching my fingers I find his G-spot. He moans mostly. "Fuck," she exclaims. Her hips moved more and I increased the pace of the lick. As I stopped penetrating her, I put my fingers in my mouth, sucking on her nectar. "Look at me," I exclaim. Stopping licking her delicious intimacy. With difficulty she supported her weight on her arms and excitedly looked at me.

She was covered in sweat and her lower lip was caught between her teeth. I took her legs and invited her to rest them on my shoulders, giving me more access to her privacy. Without looking away, I licked again and watched as Jenna shifted her weight onto one arm, the other reached out and put her hand through my hair. Move your hips again.

groaning.

-Fuck!. Yes...- she whispers. Her eyes turned white with excitement. She turned her attention back to me. "Y/N," she exclaims with difficulty. "I'm... for..." she murmurs with difficulty and doesn't even finish pronouncing the sentence when I feel his arousal pouring into my mouth. I ate the excess. Breathing raggedly, Jenna leans back against the mattress. With a satisfied smile I rest my head against my beloved's abdomen, enjoying her pampering.

"From one day to the next you became an expert, amore" Jenna's words made me feel proud and murmuring against her skin I continued to enjoy her caresses.

ĶA long night awaits us.

#wednesday addams x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #miércoles addams #jenna ortega x y/n #wednesday x you #jenna ortega x fem!reader #wednesday addams x you #professor

[keithwinters]

prompt from here! I just did... all of them bc I can't help myself tucking this under a cut to save space

What memory would your OC rather just forget? one that I can't share yet in case it comes up, but it was when he was a young teen. he still has nightmares over it. he wants to forget the sight, but also feels like maybe he should be haunted by it forever

What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them? he likes math a lot... as well as sewing, cooking, little crafts of assorted kinds (you have to be so talented to make things so small!! he could never!!) he also really likes singing but is Too Shy

What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw? he holds himself to an incredibly unreasonable standard and is very harsh with himself when he inevitably falls short. he knows the virtues of love but also recognizes he doesn't love himself. it's something he's been circling around working on but makes very little progress on

When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn? it depends on the situation! most times nowadays he'll fight. he's scared but that's because there's a threat and he needs to protect his loved ones. he would also fight much earlier on in life but he managed to shift that to freezing/fawning as he got older. less of a problem (in his eyes) that way

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want? he will break himself but (for the post part) never others, no matter how much he wants something

How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass? well he's killed people so. maybe concerningly less than he would have hoped?? something he's definitely been thinking about

What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them? he's much more of a softie carebear than I initially intended! he was always a doting/overprotective older brother, but as we played it just felt right to have him be more openly loving/emotional. it's meant to tie in with his efforts to be better at communicating, plus the curse of thinking of 1000 things you wanted to say to someone you can't ever see again also the wrestling stuff came a little later on and I love it so so much lol

Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder? I would say so, yeah :> hee hoo ok but on Earth? ...maybe also yes. he does take after his mom a lot

Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC? too many. god. here's some bangers I don't think I've shared yet: "Oh devil, I made my own hell; And deep inside I'm sure I got here all by myself" - Oh Devil, Electric Guest "Til I'm bloody and bruised, till I've broken my bones; Til I won't be abused; Til I'm laughing alone" - I'm Gonna Win, Rob Cantor "I take your hand, now you'll never be lonely; Not when I'm home, sweet home" Mother, I'm Here, Darren Korb and OFC "Heartaches by the number, trouble by the score; Everyday you love me less, each day I love you more." Heartaches by the Number, Guy Mitchell

What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC? I don't know enough about it to theorycraft or anything, but I think he would thrive in Monster Hunter... wrastling big beasties and cooking forever

What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it? His fists!! and yes!! he's also used a hunting rifle, but that was years ago and he did not care for it at all. he very specifically refuses to use weapons for fighting because of one line of thought that might maybe come up in-game so. I shant say it.

Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways? god. yes. aside from his self-sabotage in general, he physically picks at himself when nervous and has the bad habit of leaving wounds unattended/aggravating them bc pain is the best teacher/reminder and he needs to Be Better

If you met your OC, would the two of you get along? I might bully him. sorry bb

How does your OC want to be seen by other characters? ok this is a BIG THING for him. and I feel silly saying it plain like this but- he wants to be seen as himself! not someone's idea of him, or as someone else, just. him. but if you asked him this question, he'd say he wants to be seen as helpful. useful. he wouldn't say, but think- to be seen as kind. warm. but again, useful. loveable.

Does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who? nope! in an effort to not just leave it at that tho- when I make characters I focus on a couple specific traits/ features and then work outwards from there, so I have troubles finding faceclaims that have the same characteristics

What is your OC's pain tolerance like? pretty good! he's naturally pretty durable but it's also something he's put effort into maybe a weird amount of effort but like. it's all a part of being a better fighter, right? and! not worrying people!

What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise? ripping him away from his family :> but honestly maybe that's not the worst, he's had a lot of good things come of that after all...maybe it'd be the other thing

Is your OC more cold and detached or up close and personal? Keith can try as hard as he can to be as cold and detached and intimidating as he may (occasionally) want, but he's cursed to be an affectionate puppy in the form of a man

How does your OC behave when enraged? seething. violent. but it takes so so so much to get him to "enraged" and he'd much rather keep it that way

Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest? with relationships, he's moreso clingy than jealous. if he's with someone, he trusts them full-stop. he wants attention, sure, but he doesn't view it as someone else getting attention he wants or should be for him. it's just a matter of if he's getting any or not. it's another facet of his tendency to think of himself as the problem in most things. similarly, while it might occasionally crop up (he's not immune to jealousy after all), it's sort of rare for him to be jealous of someone's status or stuff or... anything

Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it? he's allergic to dogs and had to be dragged away from them many many times as a kid. he's also been in therapy for years (with good progress!) for PTSD, survivor's guilt, anxiety, and depression

What character alignment would you consider your OC to be? good! maybe neutral good? he'll go against law and order if he thinks it will ultimately help others

What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express? his anger. depending on his age it either took him over or he swallowed it completely. It's ok for others to be angry, to feel those feelings and deal with them... but never him. it's something to swallow, to break down and sand off

What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions? if he never got isekai'd, he would...probably end up taking over the family store as intended and just existing. maybe he'd succeed in doing so and coast, maybe he'd have to sell it in the end and get a different job. but he was not thriving and had no idea of how to start doing so, and his family is not quite aware of the level he was at with that (although Sam got close). it's weird to say and incredibly hard for him to think about but this really was overall a positive change in his life.

What is your favorite thing about your OC? his whore eyelashes and big eyebrows

(I had to start a new block bc this was too long oh god oh jesus) how emotional he is. again, I didn't super intend for that to be the case, but I guess after playing a very deliberately UNemotive character for so long it was meant to be lol I love drawing and imagining all the dumbass faces he pulls!! he's my little guy!!!

#this is so long oh god #but I love these and it's been too long since I've filled one out!!! #THANK U FOR SHARING YES U♥ #I'm sure there's stuff I missed or goofed but I have to ship it now or I never will

[jourquet]

Get to Know Me Tag tagged by @dribs-and-drabbles. ❤️ thank you for thinking of me.

Do you make your bed?

usually, no. i'm chaotic energy like that. my mom has attempted to make me since i was a child, but i prefer not to. i tend to stay in my bed most days anyway (sensory-wise, pretty comfortable). though, i live in the nothern part of europe, so we get colder nights than the rest. i live in the warmest section of my country, however. but still, for the regular italian, they will be freezing over here.

What's your favourite number? 13 or 11. i used to be on a football team (soccer for americans out there) as a left field defense, and i always tried to grab one of those numbers. something extremely satisfying of the psychological effect of the "bad luck" number on the offensive players faces when you constantly make it impossible to attack on your side. hell, i even had five players on me once because the football trainer on the opposite team saw the danger i was. it always brought me luck and others misfortune. with 11, is because it relates to my birthday (11.11, no joke, its my birthday date).

What is your job?

i don't have any, at the moment. but people wants me to do many things. apparently because i'm a "natural" in whatever fancies my interest. suggestions have been librarian, spokes-person for disability issues, professional writer, radio-speaker, professional football player, teacher, mathematician, graphic designer, artist, and more. take your pick, it probably has been suggested.

If you could go back to school, would you?

i would, yes. but not on university level. we've the option one below it with same results. i would pick subjects such as languages (general), maths, graphic design, marketing, leadership, psychology, sociology, politics, economics, coding, drawing, classic literature class, acting, maybe some law even.

Can you parallel park?

nope.

A job you had that would surprise people?

worked with kids a few times. also helped a friend out in high school to pass all her classes she struggled with. without payment on the latter. but i didn't mind, not the type to exploit people.

Do you think aliens are real?

most, likely yes. considering how vast and expansive space is, it would be more shocking if it wasn't. and our view of "life" is limited to our own scope. it's possible life exists but not under the circumstances we're used to believe it is.

Can you drive a manual car?

no.

What's your guilty pleasure?

reading fanfics, anything queer content (never do it or rarely with people irl around, though they're aware of my accounts. as i said earlier i be living the wild life). listening to artists i did as a kid (hannah montana specifically), anything too mature rated (grew up partly in catholic background since mom's family is mexican. shame for those things are common around those parts), and speaking my mind without filter. i'm a hot-head here, if you know me well. Tattoos?

none, never plan on getting any though. people always say my skin is unbelievable young-looking for my age. not about to take that privilege away.

Favorite color?

green and blue. they remind me of the norwegian forest (they've an unique color because of our position on earth). and blue, because it reminds me of the seas in mexico and its calming. unlike most colors. Favorite type of music?

too varied to place in a box (ask anyone). but currently, my male kpop music list is on repeat and has been for a few months.

Do you like puzzles?

i used to do them a lot when young but not much anymore. because my mind can't focus on it too long. i usually have to finish it in one go or i don't return to it.

Any phobias?

social phobia/anxiety. but i try to face it anyway, since i refuse to be blocked out of society for trauma that i'm not responsible for. rather want to live a happy one than miserable. already been on the worst possible end, not letting that chain me down.

Favorite childhood sport?

football, hiking, and swimming.

Do you talk to yourself?

i used to, a lot. but not much anymore. i can talk to my characters fluently without break in my head. i'm a writer after all, i've had enough experience to not need any mirror or loudly talk anymore. i can take up any character at will, and we will talk as we never left off.

which is why i sometimes blank out during conversations. because i'm in a conversation with character(s) and said person(s) irl lost my interest at some point or i simply can't focus on anything they're saying.

what movies do you adore?

i prefer movies that makes one question things like dune (dennis version), or like inception. true underrated gems that most of the public seems to be missing the point of. dune might be seem as mainstream but the author's point are flying over most people's heads.

Coffee or tea?

tea, always, without question. the only coffee i actually drink is moccha, and its more chocolate anyway. and i prefer a brand unique to mexico which is difficult to find. since its local.

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

prince, since i loved to watch the disney movies as a kid. always liked the idea of being a charmer and having the responsibility that came with it. also how the life of a prince never seemed to have a boring moment. of course, i was disappointed when i realized you could only be born into it lmao. casually tagging: @zeawesomebirdie @echoanimates @cedence @bastardcompany. and anyone else who wants to do it.

#❖ roll the dice #Spotify

[hannahhook7744]

Do you think Lonnie is obsessed with her mother?

That depends on what you describe 'obsessed' as.

But in my personal opinion, no. Not really.

Look, I know she talks about her mom alot compared to other characters but that's easy to explain away.

She's the child of two warriors, who grew up up surrounded by several warriors and their wives. She comes from a traditional culture that can be a bit overbearing as seen in the Mulan movie and as in seen in many posts about families/places in that culture.

So assuming that she grew up there at least for a few years before moving to Auardon than that alone would have given her some problems with her identity as a not entirely feminine young lady.

And then she moves to Auardon where gendered sports are a thing and where female sports apparently don't exist even though that Fencing (which can't be too different from Swords and Shields) is as far as I'm aware a non gendered sport.

She was expected to act a certain way by teachers and her peers. And while it wasn't a big deal most of the time because she is feminine too, it did cause some conflicts for her growing up.

In theory at least.

And Lonnie, who seems to be going to school at a boarding school where her brother no longer attends probably had issues coming to term with who she was as a person. Probably had trouble coming to terms with her conflicting cultural beliefs and personality.

She's feminine yes. But she also loves sword fighting and sparring and hip hop and a ton of other non feminine things that kids would be cruel about (speaking from experience).

And being away from home wouldn't help. Especially after her brother graduated.

So, my theory is that Lonnie brings up her mom alot for a lot of reasons. Not only because she misses her but because she's everything Lonmie wants to be and because she's a convent throw away excuse to use whenever Lonnie has to defend the way she is.

Her mom is confident. Her mom is well liked. Her mom is strong and funny and nurturing and doesn't need to be feminine to get by. Her mom is beautiful without trying.

And part of Lonnie wants to be that.

But another part doesn't want to throw away her femininity.

Lonnie wants to be both. She wants to be all that and more.

She wants to be confident and strong and nurturing and funny but feminine as well. She wants to be accepted for who she is. For every side of her. For every part of her.

And until that can happen without people questioning her, without people dismissing her or accusing her of wanting to be special/wanting attention she will continue to bring up her mom.

Because no one really thinks twice about a kid wanting to be like their mom or dad. About a kid bringing their parent up as a reason for wanting to do something.

Plus, Lonnie wants to make her mom proud of her. So of course she'd bring her up alot. But no, she's not obsessed.

She just has a good relationship with her mother who she wants to make proud and issues with her identity because traditional places and sometimes even non traditional places aren't always accepting of people who are different.

Hope that answers your question and thanks for the ask. If you have any other questions about her or the other main aks and vks and why they are the way they are I will gladly answer them.

Or if you just have a random question about any of my stories and ocs. I always love nice asks.

Also I wonder if I'd be a good therapist or character profiler.

#descendants #disney descendants #answer them all w love and care #answering my asks #answered ask #my asks #lonnie #li lonnie #descendants lonnie #lonnie descendants #melissa de la cruz #wicked world #descendants books #disney descendants books #my girl deserves better #descendants rants #descendants theories #dissecting descendants characters' personalities #explaining my views on characters motives #it's just a theory #I'd been watching too much bones again for lance sweets again #i love asks #i love this so much #mulan is a badass bitch who deserves all the love she gets and more #anyone who disagrees is wrong #fight me #mulan and merida saved my childhood mental health so take that #disney #etc. #i love lonnie too even though descendants didn’t do her 100% justice

[aromanticannibal]

AU where Izuku listened to All Might and found another way he could help people because uwu.

He goes home to his mom bawling his eyes out and being like mom I can't be a hero and Inko's immediately like. wtf happened. My child may be an idiot but he's also the physical incarnation of hope how is he Not Hoping rn.

Izuku tells her what happened and she goes mmh. She's unsure if she should hate All Might for his lack of tact or if she should be happy he made her son reconsider his decision

(I'm going off memory but as far as I'm aware here Inko doesn't want Izuku to be a hero, not because she thinks he's not worthy or bc she's a terrible mother she's just scared of him getting hurt.)

Izuku asks her what he should do now and she goes hey baby you're smart. You know a lot about heroes and quirks. You can find a way to help heroes and people with that

Small timeskip, Izuku studies engineering and shit, Hatsume Mei stuff, and starts remaking all of his journals to reorganize them and add more things. He's overworking himself to forget about how sad and angry at everything he is that he can't be hero at first, but he realizes that he truly loves analyzing even if it's not in the goal to become a hero.

Katsuki notices the shift in Izuku's behavior, but doesn't say anything. Now that Izuku became more discreet and stopped talking about being a hero, Katsuki's bullying calmed down - it's not perfect, and others are still being assholes, but y'know. Small victories

Izuku applies to UA in the support course. He becomes friends with Hatsume despite how high energy and overexcited she is, and bonds with her on their similar hyperfixations (Izuku's on quirks and Hatsume's on her babies).

Izuku avoids Katsuki like the plague, but can't help being interested in the hero course students. They're all so cool!

He starts getting noticed because of his work - his actual support items aren't the best, but his designs, ideas and analysis are great. He regularly gets caught mumbling about something borderline revolutionary and his teachers are like wtf. bro

Izuku does well in the sports festival because of his wits and the support items he designed and Hatsume made ; he does fight Shinsou, who wins since Izuku doesn't have his deus ex machina powers and can't escape Brainwashing. Izuku immediately gets attached to Shinsou, who's surprised Izuku doesn't hate him and his quirk.

(Shinsou then fights Todoroki : he loses, but his taunts to try and brainwash Todoroki make the latter start thinking about his quirk, resulting in a similar revelation than in canon, although slower)

Katsuki is somehow pretty calm about the whole "Deku got into the goddamn Sports Festival" thing. As calm as Katsuki can be at least.

Flashforward, end of season 2. Many hero course students have asked Izuku to help with either their costumes' designs or support items (mainly Aoyama for his belt, Hagakure and Yaoyorozu for obvious reasons, Kaminari to be able to aim his electricity, and Ashido to be able to use her acid more safely - so mostly aim stuff too).

Season 2 has Katsuki overworking himself during the exams with All Might and Izuku. I don't have the strength or the motivation to figure out how this goes without Izuku right now, but let's say it had Katsuki discover a major flaw in his gauntlets.

Thing is, he knows if he goes to support to get something better, he'll have to see Izuku. He doesn't really want to bully him anymore, it makes no sense to do so, but he isn't at the stage of his character development where he's like ok I got to apologize.

And what do we do when we're in distress? Right! Denial! (not actual advice don't ignore your problems people)

So Katsuki goes to support and pulls up like I need smth. Izuku doesn't realize it's Kacchan who's here until he turns around and he's like AA KACCHAN

Katsuki feels incredibly weird hearing the nickname again but doesn't say anything about it and acts like this is a perfectly normal interaction between two normal people. Denial at its finest

The second Katsuki explains his problem, Izuku gets out of his head. He knows Kacchan, his quirk, his fighting style, he very much knows how to fix this and even make it better. Katsuki remembers that there's someone out there who knows him and understand why he fights the way he does and has a mini crisis.

ultimately, he accepts Izuku's designs and says he'll be back to get his new gauntlets. He says "Thanks, Deku." and it's Izuku's turn to have a mini crisis.

(Hatsume definitely looks at him like yo dude. who this)

From then on Izuku is less scared to go talk to hero course students and stops avoiding Katsuki constantly. He makes some friendships!

He was already friends with Shinsou and Hatsume, but everyone else were just some people he kinda likes.

He mainly becomes friends with The Gang™ (Iida, Todoroki and Uraraka) but also with Ashido, Aoyama, Yaoyorozu and Hagakure from the time they came to him for designs.

When Katsuki gets kidnapped, Izuku is very very not okay. Like yeah they're not friends, but they used to be and Izuku still cares about Kacchan. He can't help but notice how much Katsuki's been trying to be nicer to him and others too (as subtle as it can be).

He definitely helps the Saving Bakugou Gang from where he can, giving them advice and support items. Katsuki feels many things when he learns how touched by this whole thing Izuku was.

On a funkier note, I feel like Izuku would definitely sit in during hero course classes when he doesn't have class. Aizawa probably doesn't care man would just be like heh whatever don't get killed

When Shinsou tells Izuku he's been training with Eraserhead and might actually enter the hero course, he gets so unbelievably excited. He comes up with a ton of ideas for Shinsou's costume, helps Hatsume with the Persona Cords and thinks of a ton of uses Shinsou quirk could have. He fills up an entire notebook with stuff about Shinsou and his quirk (Shinsou isn't sure if he should feel flattered or terrified).

from then on nothing that special happens and I'm too lazy rn to bother thinking of plot stuff. so let's skip to the 🔮 future 🔮

Izuku probably becomes a designer for costumes and support items, maybe keeps working with Hatsume (Hatsume is a genius at ingeneering but she often forgets people can like. die. so her items end up being unpractical. Izuku helps with that by overthinking every part of the item).

He actually also ends up making designs for civilians with unpractical quirks. Clothing is pretty much figured out but he definitely helps make mutation friendly fashion brands more popular, and he works to help people with unstable quirks have helpful stuff, like gloves for quirks like Shigaraki's or Uraraka's for example.

He'd probably be VERY helped by the fact that he's friends with a lot of heroes - they'd give him and Hatsume constant shout-outs and publicity.

Katsuki would also probably ask him to work at his agency at some point, but Izuku would say no, wanting to keeping working with Hatsume and be able to keep a wide range of stuff to work on.

I think after they dealt with their shit, Katsuki and Izuku would become friends again, though not as much as before.

Mainly I just want my mans to put his analyzing skills to use. anyways that was it folks

#mha #bnha #Izuku midoriya #hatsume mei #mha au #bnha au #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #shinsou hitoshi

[milatherese]

Update (TW: suicide - call 988)

I'm back (and not really better than ever, in some ways).

Since mom got sick, I have been mostly emotionally numb. Because my family was sick, I ended up spending at least a month alone with the medical decision-making and managing legal documents all while balancing my job. I pushed my emotions aside to "get things done." And "get things done" I did.

I remember reading somewhere that it takes at least 21 days to form a habit…and I spent more than 21 days straight of blocking out my emotions.

I won't burden you with the details (plus, you can read the details on your own), but the gist of my emotional well-being since my mom passed has been non-existent.

At the end of the reception of mom's funeral, a friend told me "Let me know if you need anything." I don't' know what pushed me to tell him this, but I said "If you know of any places that offer a silent retreat, let me know. I think that's what I need." I was very much aware I had been numbing myself to take care of responsibilities. I was also very aware that I did not know how to address my emotions. I guess I figured that a silent retreat of some kind would help.

Within a week or two, a retreat was scheduled. (I found out he had enlisted the help of many friends to financially support me on this retreat – thank you, all.) Although it was only about 5 days, it was a very fruitful retreat. God was with me in every moment. And I'm pretty sure I saw mom watching over me as I slept. But I'll save the retreat details for another time.

I processed a lot of emotions (some of them seemingly conflicting – which I learned is acceptable and valid) but I knew it was not the end but rather just the beginning of tapping into my emotions.

Unfortunately, the legal (work) grieving period in the US is only a few days, so after my retreat, life continued as normal [as it could be]. I still went to work and I ended up accepting another job as a music teacher at the school. My summer was spent planning for the school year as well as visiting my mom's side of the family (primarily for historical documentation reasons, before the rest of them pass away or lose their memories) and meeting my now-LDR's boyfriend's family (!!).

Soon after my "vacations" ended, teacher training began. And as soon as teacher training ended, school began as well. And as soon as school began, there began an uptick in special Masses. And as soon as all these things kept piling up once again (and very quickly, I might add), I went to my "default" of dealing with stress: numbing.

I had gotten so good at numbing my emotions that I could no longer quantify how close I was getting to my tipping point. (70% = I need to seek professional help)

[skip the next 3 italicized paragraphs if you ignored the TW]

My boyfriend visited me in October for about 10 days and I ended up spontaneously attempting to commit suicide twice. Obviously, I failed, but the fact remains – I attempted. I had never done anything of the sort. The furthest I had gone was having suicidal thoughts, and those were mostly fleeting moments.

I tried retracing my thoughts for the first attempt to see what suddenly led me to go from what felt like zero to one hundred…During a 3-hour drive home, I had received a call from work about certain things missing – because I accidentally had them with me. It wasn't a big deal, but to me, it was because others would be affected by it. It was then that I had my "first" thought: "I will get fired at my dream job because I failed." I called my dad who was at home to see if he could bring it to work on my behalf, but his tone sounded angry (or sad – he has the same tone for when he is angry or sad, but I decided that he was probably angry at me). And then I had my "second" thought: "I failed my father." Nevertheless, I continued driving home. "Being 3 hours away wouldn't help me," I thought. Part of the way back home, we (my boyfriend and I) stopped by at a mutual friend's birthday party. Since I was so exhausted from the day, I didn't feel like socializing and was going to the party (more like a gathering, tbh) to accompany my boyfriend. I didn't last long socially because it turned out my social battery was actually at -10. In my negativity, I stormed off and waited for my boyfriend to join me so I could head home. I knew I had disappointed him then, but I didn't have the time to think about it. I turned onto an intersection and then proceeded to hear the blaring honk of an angry driver who I had apparently cut off (although I'm certain he was speeding because he was not there when I looked while turning). And then I immediately thought, "Wow, I disappointed my job, my family, my boyfriend, and now the general public. Might as well just end it all now." I saw a big rig and I slammed on the gas in the hopes of ending everything right then and there. But then a little voice told me "No, don't. Think of the collateral damage." Thankfully, the old car I was driving only accelerated by 5 MPH from me slamming on the gas. So, I pulled into a somewhat empty parking lot and parked, crying big silent tears. My boyfriend didn't say anything, but simply pulled me into one of his big hugs and let me cry into his shirt, snot and all. He knew what had just happened. Later that evening, he told me "Don't worry, I signed up for this."

So that was the first attempt. I came to the conclusion that I had simply spiraled from driving in silence for 3 hours straight as a melancholic. I thought that was my first and last attempt, but I was wrong. During the next five days, I made a plan to do better spiritually, including having gone to confession by the 5th day in the morning (because my busy schedule would not allow me to go to confession any other time unless I scheduled an appointment, which I did not want to do). At work, I received a lot of rejection ("No, we can't do this" or "We don't have the resources for it so we can't do it"). I didn't think it was really bothering me, until day five when I attempted to go to confession. I went to a church I had not been to in years, walked in to the church 5 minutes before the scheduled confession time, and bumped into the priest walking out. So, I asked him "Is there confession today?" He was a young priest. Instead of answering me with a simple yes or no, he went full-on rage mode (as in an ALL CAPS situation, but I won't do that here for the sake of readability). "No, it was announced several times at Mass that there is absolutely no confession today due to the funeral!" I was not at Mass and didn't even see a hearse, so I told him that I wasn't at Mass. Then he yelled, "If you just walked into the church, you see signs all over the confessional doors that say there's no confession today!" Sensing his unjust irritability, I told him (as kindly as I could) "Sorry, I haven't been here. But thank you!" (Frankly, if I was a lapsed Catholic and met him, I would have never returned back to the Church. He certainly would have driven me away. I would have cut him some slack if he was much older, but he was in his early thirties and definitely not Benjamin Button. Please pray for him and priests like him who are causing division in the flock.) I walked back to my car (not my actual car, again) and, feeling all the feelings of rejection overflowing within me, slammed on the gas and headed straight for a brick wall. And then I stopped, remembering the advice from the little voice only 5 days ago. I parked and cried big silent tears again. This time, I was alone. I immediately texted a friend about these two attempts and she recommended I call 988 if I ever detect these thoughts again. However, the problem was that I no idea I was going to have these thoughts. The moment of clarity came after the attempt, not before it. (I also just realized I failed to mention I had my first panic attack over the summer, and took it as my warning that things were not okay with me emotionally and that I needed help.)

After I had time to gather my thoughts (including recalling my thought pattern) and calm my emotions, I called my boyfriend and told him everything that had just happened. I drove straight to him (he was staying near the church where I attempted to attend confession) and he prepared breakfast for me. And he reminded me that he signed up for this.

I realized that my issue was not that I had gone zero to one hundred, but rather that I was unknowingly already at ninety-five. I had numbed myself to the point of not knowing that I was already at ninety-five.

About three weeks ago, I spoke to my boss-boss about those two incidents. We scheduled a regular full day off for myself each week and lessened a few of my responsibilities. I also set up a meeting with a potential spiritual director (who I met with yesterday, but again, another longer post for another time). I reached out to my seminarian friends for help in finding a Catholic therapist and, for the first time in FOREVER, I got a call back from one of their contacts. So that will also be scheduled soon.

I also purchased a self-love card deck. In my spiritual direction, I was told that I need to allow myself to be loved because God loves me and wants to love me because that's all He loves doing – loving me. I'm hoping this card deck will help me love myself and allow myself to be loved. So, I'll work on one question card each day. And I might post about it, in case it helps you, too.

#milamusings #grief

[megslovesbooks]

Well. I'm not going to get this little ghost story finished tonight, I'm feeling kinda bad so it's going to have to wait, which sucks because I really wanted to post something fun for spooky day. Alas. As an apology a new snippet. Hopefully I can finish it in the next day or two.

Hope you are all having a good spooky time.

“I think there’s a clearing at the top of this next ridge. Maybe we could see better from there.” Cara says, staring off toward the summit maybe half a mile above them, her gaze is focused on something specific, but when Eddie looks all he can see is a hazy wash of trees. It's as good a plan as any though, so he just nods and pushes away from the tree on unsteady legs. It's probably not the best plan, his head still swims and there’s a dull fire in his side that tells him something is wrong beyond bruises, but he still isn’t really sure how Cara is doing and if she’s bleeding internally and he can’t get her help she’ll die. They both might. 

“We better hurry.”  He says, keenly aware of how fast the light is leaving. 

The first few hundred yards are something like OK. The next are harder. The terrain is beginning to slope steeply upward and Eddie can feel his body threatening to quit even though they’re still so far from their goal, his breath coming in painful ragged gasps. Cara is silent, which worries him. Even though she seems to be managing far better than he is, her face is passive and the lines of her body seem relaxed. Still, he should get her talking, make sure he knows what’s going on with her.

“Where were you going today? Before our detour?” He means it like a joke but it just comes out like a wheeze. Cara glances over at him, confusion pulling her brows together. 

“Going?” She asks and Eddie feels a wrongness begin to creep up the back of his neck, but he’s not sure if it's for him or her. 

“Yeah, in the car.” He says around another labored breath “Were you driving to work or school or–”

“Oh.”  She says vaguely, and that sense of wrong flairs hot, “The car–”

“It's alright.” He says, worry and nausea waring in his gut, “You don’t have to tell me.”

“I was going to my mom’s” Cara says, and the strange timber of her voice is gone. “I have a long weekend off school and promised I’d come visit. We’ve been…clashing a bit lately. It seemed like a good chance to clear the air.” She pauses for a moment and then adds “I’m all she’s got.” 

The words stab something hot and painful through his chest. 

“Yeah.”  He says, then has to clear his throat. “I know that feeling.”

“Only child?” She asks. He’s too busy watching his feet over this patch of uneven terrain to look at her. The agony in his body is beginning to ebb. It doesn't feel like a win. 

“No. Two sisters. But my kid is, and he lost his mother a few years ago, so I’m all he’s got.” 

They’re old words, spoken and thought so many times he knows the shape of them by heart, but they aren’t true are they? Maybe they’ve never been true…not really, but now…now…well now his son is surrounded by more love than Eddie knows what to do with, Pepa, and Carla, and Karen and Hen and Bobby and Athena and Chimney and Maddie. May and Linda and his school friends and their parents and his teachers. Eddie’s parents and his sisters, who he may not always see eye to eye with, but who he knows would move heaven and earth for his son if they had too. And Buck Buck who has given and given and given. Buck who has put his actual body between Chris and harm, who loves Eddie’s son like his own and never expects any recognition for the things he sacrifices for him over and over again. Buck who’s name is typed neatly on the legal paperwork tucked carefully in the middle drawer of Eddie’s desk, who will fight for Christopher until his last breath. No. Eddie isn’t all his son has. It's the other way round, isn’t it…

“Eddie?” Cara’s voice seems to come from too far away, as if they’re on different tiny boats and are drifting apart on the tide. He blinks, realizes he’s stopped moving and is leaning heavily against one of the Gray Pines that cover the mountain side in droves. 

“Yeah,”  He says, the word is far shakier than he’d like, and the severity of their situation is really, truly beginning to settle over him.

#megs writes #911 on fox #911 fic #happy halloween beloveds!

[foster-the-world]

End of Year fun

The girls school is going all in for end of year fun. Today alone Rebel had to wear a swimsuit for sprinkler day, a superhero costume and a culture day costume. I joined Bee on her class field trip to the local children's museum yesterday. It was so fun. I love every single kid in her class. Each one is kind and sweet. I really hope it stays that way as they get older. They did a school play this week. One of the after school teachers (college age) wrote it. It was pretty well done. Bee is obsessed with one of the older girls. I clearly remember thinking the older girls were the coolest. The school has a dance team that performed to Rhythm Nation. Once again - very impressive for a bunch of 10 year olds. They also have a school step team. I hope Bee wants to join. I wonder if it's appropriate for Rebel - as a white kid. All of the girls are black, latin, etc. To date, most white parents leave the school after the early grades. I think that is changing. Bee's class is half and half and from what we know all of the kids are staying for first grade.

Rebel's class is also very nice but the prek class is huge - roughly 100 kids in five classes. Compared to Kindergarten which only has two classes of 15. Many of the fancy public schools and charter schools don't have PreK classes - so parents send their kids here and then transfer for K. We have at least 15 charter schools within walking distance to our apartment. I much prefer the smaller Kindergarten. We know every single kids name and most of the parents. I'm looking forward to seeing who stays in Rebel's class so we can start to get to know the parents better.

I'm drowning a bit in school work, end of year stuff, etc. I've ordered everything for Baby boy's bday but we haven't actually picked a day for a small party. For the girls we did a homemade balloon drop from the ceiling that I think we will repeat for him. I think he'll go crazy. We had a big paw patrol elevator/toy thing that my Mom got at Goodwill in our attic. We are going to have the girls give it to him as his gift. Per his OT we got him a wraparound swing that hangs from the ceiling and a body sock. He was very much not into the body sock but will keep trying.

We'd probably prefer just to have the grandparents to a party because he's only two BUT his (bio) Great Aunt keeps asking when the party is. Culturally around here it seems most black families have huge/well decorated parties for young kids. They are mostly in the park so we see professionals setting them up. We aren't going to go that far but also don't want to see him like assholes who don't celebrate him. His sister has also asked. Hopefully, the sister (on Mom's side) doesn't mind being around the Great Aunt (on the Dad's side) as she has mentioned really disliking Dad. The Great Aunt seems very aware of Dad's faults so I don't think she will mind if sister says anything. I did buy some bird plates, decorations as the kid is obsessed with birds.

Baby boy figured out how to climb out of his crib a few months back. We don't trust him AT ALL to be alone if he decides to get out in the middle of the night. As a solution we bought one of those tents that goes over the crib. Somehow he figured out how to get out of that last night. Showed up at our door at 3am. He was so damn cute standing in the dark in his little Paw Patrol pajamas. Luckily, he went right back to bed, without complaints. I'm hoping/thinking he just broke the zipper. He goes down easily but I do not think that will be the case in a big kid bed. I tried putting him in the girls toddler bed one night. He immediately starting climbing on the beds railing to try and reach the light. With this high needs kid his good sleep schedule is saving us - so I really hope this does not become a problem.

[lightvsdark18]

Responses to voicelines (Deuce)

You'd be surprised at what you can achieve with even just a small effort every day. "Many a little makes a mickle." That's something people say, right?

I have never heard that phrase before, but maybe it's a common phase here.

Heh, you and I are homies.

Heck yeah.

At this rate, I might be able to summon other things at will soon, instead of just a cauldron.

Yeah, but the cauldron is funny.

If I don't live up to everyone's expectations here and now, I'll never become an honor student.

You should live up to your expectations, not others. What do you believe an honor student is like?

I don't want to be overshadowed by anyone.

I can understand that.

Let me know if you need help with anything. Though I admit I might not be the best study buddy.

I appreciate the thought.

If you keep dragging your feet, we'll be late for class. We should hurry to the classroom.

Then go without me. You're the honor student, not me.

School Uniform

It's not that I hate uniforms. It's just, well... I used to be kind of a slob, so dressing up nice feels so weird.

I never had to wear a uniform, so this is new to me in general. It isn't bad since you don't have to think about what to wear.

P.E. Uniform

I'm confident in my athletic abilities. If you think I'm bluffing, we can always goe toe-to-toe.

Trust me, I don't believe you're bluffing.

Coach Vargas leads track and field. Usually, he's a passionate and respectable teacher, but when he gets on the topic of muscles...

I'm getting tired of hearing it. Can't he talk about something else?

Mud usually doesn't come off of clothes in the wash unless you pre-treat it. I mean, that's common knowledge, isn't it?

Yeah, but my mom taught me nothing about laundry.

Back at home, I dealt with all the electronics. I hope Mom is managing all right by herself.

("Aww")

Labwear

Cater saw my test score earlier. I'm sure he had a good laugh over it.

(Sad) Aw, honey.

How does Grim manage to hold thin test tubes with those paws of his?

My guess is his magic. But it looks like he's actually holding it. Weird.

I know I'm not completely useless, but when people try to throw a lot of information at me all at once, I can't handle it.

I can understand that. You need time to process it first before continuing.

I'm really good at frying eggs. There's actually a lot of technique to it. Incidentally, I prefer them soft-boiled.

I only had scrambled and hard-boiled eggs. I'm not really interested in a runny yoke, so I never tried sunny-side or soft-boiled.

If there's anything you don't understand, you should ask Professor Crewel. He'll spend hours teaching you until you get it.

... I rather not.

Listen to this! I got a good score on my last test.

Good job, Deuce!

Ceremonial Robes

I don't have time for distractions. I'm going to be a magnificent mage!

Okay, hotshot. *Teasing smirk*

You're teaming up with me? Good choice.

Is it though? I'm kidding.

This school is so huge! I wish we could take shortcuts through mirrors to class, like we do to the dorms.

True that.

Where are you going? If you wander around aimlessly like that, the professors will get upset with you.

I don't really care.

Every time I wear these robes, I remember how freaked— *Ahem* I mean, apprehensive I was during orientation.

... I honestly don't feel the greatest while wearing the robes because of what happened during the orientation and afterwards.

Hey, would you take a picture with me? I think my mom will feel better if I show her that I made some friends.

Sure... Wait, wouldn't she have a problem with the fact I'm a girl, in a boys' school?

There are rumors that your magical potential is determined at birth. But potential doesn't matter if you don't put in hard work.

True.

Dorm Uniform

Common sense doesn't apply at our dorm. Keep that in mind.

I'm well aware from first-hand experience.

I never abandon my friends! I have your back!

Same here, Deuce!

Are you getting used to being here?

A little bit. It still feels unreal to me.

Do I look all right? I don't normally wear clothes like this, so I'm a little embarrassed.

You look good. ^-^

Just between you and me, I still have some reservations about the dorm tea party. I'm not used to fancy stuff like that.

Same. The only tea parties I had was with my mom and it didn't feel like a party.

I'm great at croquet! All you have to do is swing the flamingo as hard as you can, right?

I doubt that considering you're dealing with animals.

Be careful not to disobey any of the Queen of Hearts' laws. Especially when you're visiting Heartslabyul.

Eh, I'm only here for the tea parties so I think I can deal.

The rules at Heartslabyul are very strict, but a lot of them are for our own good...probably.

There's probably some rules that make sense and were made to protect you, but most of them are not.

Right! I was getting a little fidgety myself. Should we go try out the rose maze?

Hell yeah.

If you were in Heartslabyul too, it would be more... Actually, no. I think Ramshackle House suits you in a way. Ha ha.

What's that suppose to mean, are you insulting me? Haha, I'm joking, Deuce, don't worry.

Starsending Robes

The puppet in the story gets in big trouble when he plays hooky, you know. Might be worth reading that tale to Grim.

Hopefully it scares him into behaving.

I'm stumbling all over the place during dance practice! I thought I was good at athletic stuff.

Dancing is a bit different because it's a performance than just moving and stuff. So, don't worry, Deuce. You'll get the hang of it.

Is your star collecting going okay? Just holler if you have any trouble.

("I want to know why I'm a part of this. I don't even have an outfit.")

Idia keeps using all these words I've never heard before. Is it computer jargon or something?

Who knows.

My birthday must be one of the luckiest days of the year if the headmage picked it. It's like a badge of honor.

("I don't know about that, Deuce.")

Stay back! I accidentally just clotheslined Trey swingin' my arm during dance practice!

Are you okay?!

Making fun of people for putting in effort is immature. If anyone gives you grief for that, just ignore 'em.

Wise words, Deuce.

Halloween

You can't escape from me now. Prepare to be scared to the bone!

With that face I doubt it.

I am a skeleton risen from the grave! Boo!

Oh no, a spooky skeleton. Heh.

This costume is precious to me, so I take good care of it. Stop clawing at the lace, Grim.

Grim, behave.

When I was kid, I once thought there was a monster outside my house and BAWLED. Turns out it was only laundry hung up to dry.

(Happy) Aw, honey.

I got a message from my mom. She says she wants to see my costume. I don't mind sending her a pic, but I'm bad at selfies. Would you take one of me?

Of course. Smile.

Hey, you! You wanna go to an early grave?! Er... Sorry. I was practicing trying to sound scary. I wasn't talking specifically to you!

You should have warned me before practicing.

#twisted wonderland #twst voicelines #deuce spade

[girltomboy]

70 horrible questions answer game

Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

I'm on good terms with my mom rn, but my dad and I are estranged. I haven't seen him in like 4 years and he doesn't really answer my messages anymore. My overall relationship with my family in general is usually fine but sometimes strained because of... well, generational trauma. I'm not particularly close with anyone in my family, not in a family way at least

2. Who did you last say "I love you" to?

My partner

3. Do you regret anything?

I don't, I rarely feel regret per se, I don't wish anything had happened differently simply because I think it's a waste of time. I mean, I probably have minor/petty gripes with how certain things went for me, but I don't dwell

4. Are you insecure?

I used to be very insecure, but I've grown a lot in my mid 20s. I'm way past that phase of my life, obviously I recognize I still have to work on myself regarding certain aspects, but I'm also aware and proud of my progress

5. What is your relationship status?

Sorry but saying "I'm taken" makes me feel like a high school student, whereas "partnered" makes me feel 50. There has to be a middle ground in the English language

6. How do you want to die?

I dunno, old age probably.

7. What did you last eat?

A clementine

8. Played any sports?

I used to play volleyball in middle + high school, and after that there hasn't been a single opportunity for me to play an organized sport as an adult. I miss playing team sports, but idk how to go about that now :(

9. Do you bite your nails?

My nails have always been rock hard, and trying to bite them is really hard and a bit painful for my teeth, so that's a habit I've thankfully just never been able to pick up. But I do eat the skin around them, for my daily protein intake

10. When was your last physical fight?

Probably middle school, feels a little sad to think that one day I had my last physical fight and didn't know I wasn't gonna do that anymore

11. Do you like someone?

Well, my boyfriend and I are my favorite people

12. Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

No, I don't think I've ever made it that long. I think I did stay up 24 hours though, probably in college, but barely

13. Do you hate anyone at the moment?

Not really a specific person, maybe some upper management at my job but I think that pertains more to capitalism in general rather than an individual

14. Do you miss someone?

I miss A LOT of people all the time! My boyfriend, my grandma, my late grandma, my best friend, my college friends, my college professors, my high school teachers, my high school classmates, my middle school classmates, my primary school teachers- I could sit here and write paragraphs about all of them individually.

15. Have any pets?

Not where I currently live, but my grandma and I share joint custody with a dog of 9 years <3

16. How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

I have a headache, I'm thirsty, and I can't wait to go to bed. But I'm relaxed and feeling satisfied after a super productive gaming night

17. Ever made out in the bathroom?

Which bathroom? I've definitely made out with my bf in my bathroom lol but not any other bathrooms as far as I can remember right now

18. Are you scared of spiders?

Not really, but I do squash them sometimes

19. Would you go back in time if given the chance?

Temporarily yes, but I wouldn't want to teleport back in time and relive years or decades all over again. Maybe hang out in the past for a few days and then go back to my current life, because I'm sure I'd want to come back eventually

20. Where was the last place you snogged someone?

My hallway, saying goodbye to my bf

21. What are your plans for this weekend?

Just like every weekend: absolutely nothing :) sleep in (but not too much), make breakfast (or lunch), clean around my apartment, play video games, get stoned, read, just stuff I usually do at home. The options are endless

22. Do you want to have kids? How many?

No, I don't want any. In another life perhaps, I'd want a daughter

23. Do you have piercings? How many?

No 😭 I'm such a coward, I was seriously considering getting a nose piercing, but I chickened out & gave up on the idea when I googled what it looks like without the actual piercing in, and realized the hole is too visible and it's just permanently there forever! Even if it closes. So now I feel like a septum is the only viable option for me, but it's gonna take at least another year until I gather the courage to even start considering it lol, in conclusion: zero

24. What were your best subjects?

In high school I was a linguistics nerd and absurdly good at geography. I also had fun in P.E.

25. Do you miss anyone from your past?

See answer number 14 😭 I probably miss my late grandma the most out of everyone who isn't in my life anymore. Cause I feel like we didn't spend enough time together even though she raised me for years, and she just knew nothing about me as a young adult, as the woman she raised.

26. What are you craving right now?

A room temperature glass of water and some crisp seedless grapes

27. Have you ever broken someone's heart?

No idea if it was ever that serious, I did "reject"? Some people in my life lol but I don't know if they suffered over it and resent me or if it was a shrug and move on type of situation

28. Have you ever been cheated on?

I had some iffy moments when I was in a long-distance relationship with an American girl as a teenager, like really questionable and odd. But I think I was too naive to make a big deal out of them, or I didn't have the words to speak up

29. Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

Unfortunately I think yes, same girl from the previous answer. I'll never know though.

30. What's irritating you right now?

Right now as in right now now nothing lol but right now as in nowadays I think I'm put off by insecurity and excessive self pity. Like wallowing and stuff. Not to say I never do that, but the place I'm in currently just doesn't have enough space for that. It denotes too much self absorption and not enough self awareness and thinking beyond yourself. Though when I encounter people who struggle with that I'm sympathetic and patient, it's just something I used to see in myself a lot and now that I've moved past that phase I see it more clearly

31. Does somebody love you?

A lot of people do in many different ways

32. What is your favorite color?

It changes often, but right now I'm drawn to browns and nudes.

33. Do you have trust issues?

I think I was born with them, but I've been working on myself and improving. I think a certain level of skepticism is necessary and healthy, though

34. Who/what was your last dream about?

Last night I had a really weird chain of dreams, like my yard at home looked different, it was as if I was actually living in my neighbor's home and had their yard. And then there was this chain-link fence that separated my yard from the neighbors', and in the dream it freaked me out a little that they could just see us through the fence, but some voice reassured me that they were nice and harmless. Then I started being more confident walking around my yard, and there was so much green, like trees and climbing plants all over the fence, and grass, and so much shade. Then it was like I was living elsewhere, and like my parents house had this long winding staircase that went up into some kind of tower, where I have a faint idea that there were human remnants? Or something like that. And it was kinda freaking me out, and I think something about the couch in my grandma's room. And my bf was there too, maybe we were talking on a bench in the forest about all this. I've been trying to piece back together a clear image of this dream, but not very successfully.

35. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

It's probably my boyfriend, although that hasn't happened in a long time. I wanna say it's been too long for it to be my boyfriend, maybe it was my work friend? I remember getting emotional when she was telling me about this other coworker's personal problems one time when we went out for wine, like I had no idea she had stuff weighing her down.

36. Do you give out second chances too easily?

Second yes, probably too easily. Third, maybe not. It really depends, but usually not. Second chances I do give out shamelessly

37. Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Oh, it's definitely easier to forgive. You forgive someone for them or for yourself, it's a choice to make. You have no choice in forgetting

38. Is this year the best year of your life?

It's only been a week of it, can I give it some more time? 😭 So far, not really, but it's an unfair assessment to make rn. It still has time to become that! Hopefully it can become the best year of my life so far, not of my entire life, I'm not even 30 yet.

39. How old were you when you had your first kiss?

22 years old

40. Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

Outside in the world, on the street, no. Not even at the beach. I did use to walk in my yard with no clothes on when I was little. It was my way of unwinding after kindergarten. I used to pee standing up 😭

51. <- the questions actually go from 40 to 51 and then continue like that?? 😭 I only just noticed omg Favorite food?

This is sending me lmaooo UM I've been craving my grandma's meatballs and sauce for days now (I was on a walk and literally smelled it in the air randomly) probably not my #1 favorite food ever, but it's a food I'm never not in the mood for.

52. Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

I never know what people mean when they say that. Does it mean for a reason, as in part of a big plan? Like the biblical Plan that god has for us? I don't believe people are given their own cross to carry from birth to death

53. What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night.

I did go to bed last night eventually, and before sleeping I put on moisturizer, said goodnight to my bf and put on an asmr video from this girl I found on youtube who actually understands asmr (there are very very few asmr creators that really understand it)

54. Is cheating ever okay?

I think being the victim of cheating is what ultimately fucks up an overwhelming lot of people, so I can't give it any justification

55. Are you mean?

Probably sometimes, I never try to be though

56. How many people have you fist fought?

A regular bunch, maybe less than 5 in total, if we're not counting fist fighting the same person several times

57. Do you believe in true love?

Sure I do, if I'm capable of it then someone else has to be too, right?

58. Favorite weather?

Whatever the hell there's in the air during spring months, crisp air, warm breeze, sunlight fresh like the skin after a scab falls off.

59. Do you like the snow?

I grew up with heavy winters and shoveling/sweeping the snow off the sidewalk and in our yard, and I've experienced too much of its cold powers to "like" it. But I can't deny there's something magical about it. As I grow older I fear it less, it's a bit incredible that this is happening to me.

60. Do you wanna get married?

Not legally, but I wouldn't be opposed to a symbolic, unofficial ceremony. Just some vows and rings and a pretty place, and some close friends. Maybe the official part can happen when I'm older, like a formality like writing your will or something.

61. Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

I mean if we're dating sure, my bf and I call each other baby all the time. Huge no for strangers though lol

62. What makes you happy?

And that orange, it made me so happy, As ordinary things often do Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park. This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

63. Would you change your name?

I like my name, and am attached to it, having been assigned it by my mother, grown up with it and everything. I've always had this modest list in the back of my head of names I wished I'd been given. Never wrote it down or anything, but it's there and not stagnant lol. But I don't think I'd ever change it for real

64. Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

My bf is easy to kiss, I'd be having a great time

65. Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

I have been in this situation many times, but not with best friends. It probably depends on our dynamic, but if I like them back then I'd seize the opportunity to confess as well. I'm open to love, friends to lovers is how I got into my relationship

66. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

Most of my male friends, yeah. Most of my friends, actually. I don't tend to hold myself back if I know the people I'm with don't either.

67. Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

These opposite sex questions are sendingg meee 😭😭😭 my bf before he went to take a bath

68. Who's the last person you had a deep conversation with?

My friends on discord probably, or my boyfriend. I actually can't wait to reunite with my work friend and have some talks with her, just about stuff.

69. Do you believe in soulmates?

Sure yeah, I know anyone can connect with anyone, but I think for every person there's a few people that they connect with on a different level. Like I think some people can really see inside you, and the other way round.

70. Is there anyone you would die for?

I honestly don't think anyone's life is more precious than mine (or the other way round). I think that would be too painful

#this set of high school curious cat ask fm ass questions 💀 #like where are TEN of them? lmaooo #i love tumblr ask games

[melsdreamweaving]

Banyan trees (A creative nonfictional look at the tree in front of my house)

A banyan tree, stood in front of my childhood home. After Andrew, Cabrera felled it with some kind of poison.

"Nada te cresca alli jamas Maria" (Nothing will ever grow there again Maria)

Gus pointed out that we would have less hornets. I hated hornets because they hurt the cute bees and their bumble buts. Being allergic, I was aware of them and respected their presence.

Alexander asked me one day while we were reading comics.

"Will you be a wasp, a whorenet, or a bee?" He had an issue of spiderman and I said:

"I'm going to be everything! I'm going to see the whole world and write about it like a photo journalist!"

His green eyes leveled on me and he said nothing.

The banyan tree before it was taken down, had a tire swing. Cabrera put it there after I got really sick.

"Asi puedes jugar, pero no hables con la gentes estranos" (That way you can play, but please do not talk with strangers)

Strangers were everywhere. One time I climbed up the banyan tree. A man called for me to come down, but I wouldn't because I didn't know him.

"No thanks, I don't know you!" I yelled.

A week later he knocked on our door and I hid behind the couch. He wouldn't stop till uncle Gus came home and chased him away.

The tree and I had this special relationship. I could talk to it by putting my hand on it. Didn't have to say anything...

Grandmother always told me that if you hurt a plant you're hurting a reincarnated soul. Someone who did terrible things in their past life that now has to make up for it by being a tree. Then she would at the next yard over and say,

"Cabrera really likes to garden. He is a wonderful compassionate man. Too bad his wife is a whorediot..."

"Abuela!" I'd chastise.

Earning a stern look as a warning.

"People down here will one day try to frame you as a slut too if you don't shut up!"

I shed a tear as that afternoon I said nothing and played forever on the tire swing. Missing a time when I didn't have to know about te world and its dangers... My mind drifting in and out of the conversations that our family matriarch nemesis would say.

"You are my little cub, and I want you strong in a real way. A balance of beauty, intelligence, and wonder. To many bitter sows will try to spoil you. I really don't like some of your friends, but I know you'll make the right descicion in the end... I made you that way."

"Can everyone come over and play?" I'd respond and receive silence.

One day when I was half listening, she told me the story about the Buddha and Bodhi tree. How it was very important to remain humble in everything I said and did from then on.

I loved the Buddha as a kid because I heard he was a great teacher, and as far as I knew everything that was spiritual was meant to be taken with a grain of salt. The next day the pastor from my middle school took my crystal quartz one day. The one my mom gave to me in a tiny box...

"Witchcraft!" he spat out.

"You're stupid!" I yelled back. Earning yet another detention. My grandmother was always furious and told me to keep only one crystal with me hidden in my shirt.

Going into high school the tree was gone. My best friend, taken away for who knew what... But I felt that way about so many things. The computer, as well felt like a friend. I could write for hours and it would always welcome me home. Alexander had my grandmother to let me learn programming when he saw how much stuff i learned from just a few rouge programmers from Dade.

"She really likes the machine more than people."

And thus I did. Wishing I could take my friend with me everywhere, so that I didn't have to socialize with anyone. After all what was the point of it? She had made it abundantly clear that no matter what we do, it's recorded.

Maybe that's what Halo was about? A group of people protecting a tower that records humanity's sins? But maybe the concept of sin itself is a tool in of itself to keep empowered platforms sterile and "distraction free''. In college I wrote a paper about how if our society began to stop labeling each other and themselves like tupperware, we'd be just fine.

When we're young we really want to change and save the world. I heard so many say this and they either fall between the cracks or go on to be successful people. To be fair the best people that I know have always just done themselves without the need to exploit or pull others into their problems.

My heart goes out to some of my old bestie's but I recalled a time when one of my elder Cubana sisters said:

Sometimes love is not enough. You'll learn that soon enough.

I did... Also learn this as those who were once my "friends," couldn't wait for me. I yelled at them to go away. Leave me alone because...

I couldn't leave my grandmother to die alone in that house.

I had sooooooo many chances. But Loyalty? Right? I know I could have had it easier if I just submitted but my sisters were ultimately right in the end.

"You are a cute little cinnamon roll. Please run from the crazy roided out gym men that chase skirts down here in florida..."

"Ok... I will but can I stay healthy without going to a gym?"

Needless to say I loved walking and biking. I used to keep a folding bike in the back of the care until my uncle Gus sat on it and turned it into a motorcycle...

Years later, I was given Bodhi seeds... Silently I was grateful as the person in front of me excitedly explained to me everything they were just now discovering. She reminded me of my own mother the day I received a silver ribbon for singing in the county fair.

"Aren't you excited?"

"Not really, that was just for participating mom..."

She frowned and told me to lighten up.

Funny enough that same person was my ex girlfriend the bank breaker of the London Square shopping center...

"Your problem is that you're too compassionate."

I was left with this message after our breakup. My grandmother was dying... and now I had a few months left to say goodbye.

Thankfully my hubby came back into my life and i found a job down the street with Instacart. I loved being able to do my favorite thing, Walk around and get things for other people. And then lo and behold the pandemic started. The world was ending and a few kids and I had to shop for our lives. Funny enough that at some point we were called heroes lol.

I laughed because the real heroes are the medical professionals and workers that keep society running while everyone lost their collective minds. But I was grateful for the compliment all the same. At the time I was trying to establish myself as a crafty witch as a passion project while going to school. To be fair the way I was brought up the tiny microaggressions you enact in spell work were supposed to help you feel better. Especially against bullies, you just sent them the spiritual chancla and just moved on... But what is a group of people who were never meant to learn this practice took it too far and started using it as a form to marginalize others even further than ever?

Hmm... well that's some fuckery. Anyways it's nice to talk about my favorite tree. if anyone has a favorite tree please by all means talk about it below.

#writers and poets #original poem #dead poets society #creative writing #fiction #poem #poets on tumblr #poetry #poetsandwriters

[abs0luteb4stard]

FRENEMIES?

Had a Nightmare. Was depressive. Been awake 4 hours already.

Someone I thought was alright in school days, is a fairly good success in a precarious career that I was passionate about, before it was evident my unseen physical disabilities were going to make any attempt impossible for me.

I always like him, seemed like a good dude. He got a lot of mistreatment behind his back by other football kids on his teams because he was basically the one black kid in a predominantly white school. I'm sure it had a bunch of challenges. He never really said anything I'm aware of. He was a big dude, so I think it would've been rare if anyone was dumb enough to be racist or mean to his face. No doubt in my mind though he probably dealt with things in some way.

But for some reason he didn't seem to like me after 7th grade. A few times we talked about some mutual interests at a cafeteria table in 7th grade. I thought I had broken through his wall he seemed to have up, But he never really talked much with me again.

A few times he made fun of my voice when it was changing. But I just shrugged it off. He didn't seek me out to hurt me in any way. It was more of a joke than being rotten. Kids stuff. But I just got this cold shoulder from him implicitly.

So I had this nightmare where I'm talking to my dad about how I wasted my life not going after the career this guy did. Pro-wrestling. I had too many physical and mental problems.

It was a very depressive dream. My dad's dead. This whole thing, I didn't think seeing him blowing it up really well would have some weighty pain to it. Yeah I'm little envious, but I am totally amazed and intrigued he's somebody I know as much as I knew him. Ya know?

I also wish I could ask him now, what was about me that he switched from giving me 1 instance of friendliness and the rest of the time it was cold? Was it just happenstance or my perception and shyness?

Was it something I said? I didn't talk with him long enough to say anything to offend him I don't think? Or that I was too nerdy? Or people's rumors about me? There was a lot of homophobia in school? It's one of the school mysteries that's always bothered me. 24 years.

I'm just ecstatic he's where he wants to be at seems. He's so lucky he's had the ability to move on from whatever was eating at him in life in school. I can't imagine how fulfilling it must me.

I'm the opposite. My dad died. Mom's for cancer. I don't have a time machine to try and figure out what happened. I can't help that I was born 2.5 months premature and my physical health has always been a challenge. My mental health and CPTSD from bullying really fucked up my head.

If i had one wish it would be to find out what the hell went wrong that he didn't like me! I truly don't care about our lots in life, as much as why he disliked me after some nice interactions. I mean I used to talk positively to a mutual teacher about him. Even told her these stories in hopes her respected words might get to his ears. Maybe change perceptions about me.

But I guess that's life. You never get that answer or that reconciliation.

But for me, I take things very harshly, very deeply. I'm sure I'm not an angel, and I'm sure we're all moody, angsty teenagers, and first impressions etc. I just really harp on that one relationship that was inexplicably (to my eye) so oddly contentious and changed from light buddies to a brick wall.

Either way i always appreciated he was never a bully, even if he didn't like me or I was just not his cup of tea or something. That's fine.

But he never joined in that I recall. When 20 football guys tripped me and surround me, or number of people that hurt deeply. He was never a face in that crowd.

That might sound dumb, but that small thing meant the world to me. So I am proud he's successful. He was a decent person. He's made it. He deserves it.

#my journal #my thoughts #Shepard #friendship #frenemies? #STP

[pathologicalpeoplepleasers-blog]

My Autobiography entitled "You're on your own kid"

My name is Rachel Ashley Sega Barrientos, I know my name is too long so you can just call me Ashley. The name Rachel is derived from my father’s name “Racel” and the name Ashley just came out of nowhere. I am 18 years old, I was born on 23rd of February in 2005, in Hospital of Calapan, Oriental Mindoro.

I grew up in my grandparent’s house after my parents separated. I was 2 years old at the time. My father was abusive and threatened my mom that he would throw me out of the window if she didn't give him any money. Of course my grandparents would never let that slide. So my mom left him and left me with my grandparents and went abroad to work and make a living.

I can honestly claim that I had a great childhood. Even if it wasn't perfect, I enjoyed sneaking out whenever my grandparents weren't looking. My grandparents set very tight guidelines for how I had to live. Particularly with my grandmother, I had a sporadically warm and chilly relationship with them. When my grandparents were away, I would sneak out to play violent games like tex, jolen, habulan, tagu-taguan, and more while they were not looking. That annoyed my grandma since, in her opinion, it was a boy's game. She then purchased me a Barbie doll collection and a play kitchen. While I reside under their roof, I abide by their regulations. It wasn't very fun growing up with so many seniors around you. As I started school things became more challenging for me. I’m aware that my family is a little well off which makes me feel awkward in school or outside the house because people would watch me like a hawk as if they’re waiting for me to make a mistake. I never like it when people would look at me with disappointment in their eyes, that’s why ever since, I’ve been scared to make a single mistake.

After I made friends in school it became a little easier, because for once, I felt like I belonged. Eventually I enjoyed going to school. I learned a lot of things not only from my teachers but also from my friends. Attending public school in the province means more time outside the classroom. Doing activities like sports, gardening, cleaning, and rolling around in the grass. My favorite part in our school was building a dampa. It’s a tradition exclusive for 5th graders to make a dampa before the school year ends and to cook all the plants that we planted around the first quarter of the school year. I focused all my attention on my school and made myself busy so my grandparents wouldn’t call me lazy and also so that I could spend more time outside. I even joined every competition that would make us compete with other schools, such as MTAP, oral reading, journalism, and science fairs. I even joined the volleyball team. All that time I spend outside the house, away from my grandparents makes me feel lighter. I can say that I’m proud of myself for doing things without my grandparents' help. I love doing things on my own.

We graduated a short while afterwards. I had to relocate to Cavite in order to complete my private school studies. I also moved in with my cousin and aunt. My life hasn't altered much other than the fact that my cousin is a lot harder to live with than my grandparents. In this period of my life, I mastered the art of advocating for myself and developed a deep affection for the solitude that I now define as being at peace. My dearest friends and the only ones I thought of as my sisters were pals I made in high school. We weren't flawless, but I would always make the right decision. One of the most important times in my life was when I was in junior high school. I got to know some really cool people. I had so much fun and for once, I enjoyed life without worrying about other people. But things started to get darker as I grew older. I believe that while life appears simple on the outside, it will actually make you cry on the inside. I'm aware that life will never be the same as it was when everything was sunshine and rainbows, but the only thing we can do is keep moving forward and look for ways to be happy. While I'm writing this autobiography, I can't help but smile as I think back on the people who taught me how to be tough, how to stand up for myself, and how to survive on my own. This tale may not be the one that everyone wants to hear. but this story shows how I become the person I am today.

[mysteriouslyme221b]

I'm writing a fic for me, you are welcome to my mindscape.

Based off the line from Mulan 2 " Crickey, I'm gonna break them up!"

Idk where this story is going I have no plan I'm writing and we'll see. This is for me, but please feel free to leave a comment.

" Good moring!" Layla says rather loud and enthusiastically to another student as they all slowly trickle into the class.

Layla is young, 22 year old. She is also a teacher in her home town. Layla never thought teaching would be her calling, but she is really amazing at it and seeing her head start kids recognize words and have fewer bathroom accidents brings more joy then she ever thought possible.

Layla has always been young at heart, although she is in her early twenties, she is still mistaken for a student at the school. Often hearing the tell tale " Why aren't you in class?", from another teacher who isn't familiar with her always makes her laugh and roll her eyes.

Layla teaches head start, it's a program for low income kids to start school a year early so that the child and parent feel prepared for the start of kindergarten. Although head start is an excellent program that all families wish to send their child to and can.

When Layla started her new position at the school, just a few months prior, the room they gave her was obviously used as summer storage. The room was essentially a blank canvas, meaning she could freely arrange the room without the input of the teachers who have been there longer. Hopefully.

As soon as she finished placing the last chair and cleaning the dust off, there was a knock at her door. It was Principal Barkely, the man who hired Layla, smiling with what looked like two paper to go cups and a large box of some sort.

During the interview with Principal Barkely, Layla got the sense that he found her attractive. Being the beautiful young women she is, she got this vibe from many people all the time.

Layla likes to say she was never pretty until the day of her graduation. She was 17 at the time, and her father told her she was beautiful. After that day, she started to pay attention to how clothes fit and hung on her body. This unfortunately led to a horrible eating disorder. However, with her mother being a well-respected and well-known nurse in this small town, it was easy for her to set up an in home rehab for her little girl.

Layla mom always told her she was amazing. Her father always told her she was his favorite. However, neither her mom nor her dad ever commented on her beauty for the simple reason that they thought their daughter knew just how beautiful she is. She didn't.

Now, in her twenties and one failed relationship in her back pocket, Layla is aware of just how beautiful she is. And how beauty can attract the worst kind of people.

Layla has beautiful tan skin. It's the shade of khaki but brighter, and her undertones are red, pink, and deep chocolate. She has amazing full lips that are chocolate lined and plump red that deepens when she bites them. Her hair is wild, with curls and coils. Having bleached, dyed, cut, and shaved it, it continues to bounce back stronger than before. She is on the short side, being 5'2, with wide hips and a flatter stomach. She is a natural beauty. )She hasn't gone to a gym since sinor year, and she hopes to keep in that way. )

So when her new boss walked into her classroom, that is coincidentally down the hall from the principals office, she knew boundaries were going to have to be set in place.

"Hi!" She greeted happily, not wanting to come off as rude if he was just being friendly.

" Hello, I see you have been more than busy" Mr. Barkely looked around in amazement.

He knew what the old storage room looked like before he hired you. Although he did offer to have a janitor or two help you move things. You told him you wouldn't want to bother them, with the school year fast approaching. Layla was hired last minute as, the previous teacher hired quit with zero explanation.

" Yes, like I said. I'm a hard worker, a fast learner, and I love creating a base love for learning in young children." You said just as you practiced the morning of your interview.

" I moved some old cabinets, to the other storage. I kept a few for art supplies, a place for extra clothes, and sheets, blankets, and cots for nap." Layla begins to explain but Mr. Barkley waves her off with a smile.

" You don't have to explain anything to me..." he starts.

"This was storage if anything had a name that's one thing. " Layla starts to shake her head, going back to think if anything had a name, but she was sure nothing did.

"But you were and still are free to anything you see. I want you to feel comfortable and welcome." He said as he smiled.

Layla smiled in return and swiped her hand across her forehead. It was still August, nearing the end, but that didn't stop the heat.

" Speaking of feeling welcome," Mr Barkely raises the items balanced in his hands, " Don't worry, it's not coffee, it's ice tea to help with the heat." He chuckles.

Layla walks over tword Mr. Barkely, reaching her hand out for the cup. " Thank you, Mr. Barkely." Layla says in a sigh truly thankful, for the drink.

She had come in early, around 6:30 in the morning. She slipped in with a janitor after some convincing that she was indeed a teacher and not a kid wanting to pull a prank. Unfortunately, this meant that she had been working non-stop, for what seemed like maybe a few hours. But when she checked the clock she cleaned and put fresh batteries in at 8, it told her it was now 1:30 in the afternoon.

As she accepted the drink, she could smell what was in the box before she saw. Pizza. It was from her favourite shop downtown.

" Also, a little something to eat, I asked around to see when you got here, and they told me it was early. I saw that you hadn't stopped to eat, so lunch!" He said a little breathless and happy. Layla appreciated the sentiment and motioned over to her new desk and one of the many empty chairs for him to join her.

Layla and Mr. Barkely talked for a minute. Mostly small, talk and some lesson planning.

When she looked at the clock again and noticed it was now 2:15, the pizza was all crust and ger tea was gone.

" Well, would you look at that." She started to say with a yawn. " I have been here almost a full 8 hours! If this is how time works in this building, the school year is gonna fly right by!" Lalya exclaimed .

Mr Barkely turned his head to the clock that hung above the door, and nodded with a frown. " I don't want to keep you any longer, but I do have something else to talk to you about." He started. Layla shifted in her seat, hoping nothing was wrong.

" Because, of what happened woth the teacher prior to you. We canceled the head start program. However, after we hired you, a new list of students started and the old list was forgotten." He looked at Layla trying to say without saying a huge mistake was made.

" So," he continued, " with this being a small town word got around and the parents of the students from the first list are demanding ' first come, first served and they are correct. So the class size for you have unfortunately doubled and you will need an assistant. "

This wasn't bad news at all, maybe a little nerve racking to Layla at first having never had a class size over 10.

" So how many, lovely dovley's are we talking about?" She asked in a little chuckle.

" So far 20, but with an assistant you can have up to 25." Your eyes widening. " They would all alternate days, so you wouldn't have more than 12, but it's gonna be tight ."

Layla is ok with this. She doesn't have much choice. " ok, so who is my assistant?" Layla is curious and hopes whoever they are, likes how she set up the class.

" Again with this all being last minute, the assistant gym teacher, Victor, will be in with you. For the time being, at least. "

Layla loves this idea, a gym teacher has energy and probably very easy going. She hates having children at tables all day. She hates, being at tables all day, so this will bring a little extra energy to the classroom.

Smiling, she says, " I can't wait to meet him!"

#self serve fic #yandere #black characters #black reader #teacher fic