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Trophies: Fabian Seacaster

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I think Junior Year has fully cemented Adaine as my favorite of the Bad Kids. Like I adore them all but Adaine’s unique combination of being a hypercompetent prodigy, a traumatized neurodivergent child forced to grow up far too quickly, and an incredibly morally principled and insightful person, all while also being a vicious, hateful little bastard is just so good.

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i will say kipperlilly’s rage at riz specifically for having an unfair advantage in his dad’s tragic murder when riz has been practically killing himself all year bc they are a single parent low income household and won’t be able to afford uni without a scholarship precisely because his dad’s tragic murder isn’t accounted for is just,,,, oh boy

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Woahhh

(From the dropout discord- next FHJY episode is gonna be LONG!)

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“I can make room for them.”

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Sandra Lynn stans, how we feeling?

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Kipperlily’s villain origin story is that her parents are normal fucking people who graduated from Mumple. This girl has issues jfc

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the epic highs and lows of a group project

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a dnd table full of fashion influencers

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For those asking, here’s the full poem from my most recent edit:

Biology Class

“Just like his father.”

it’s a curse, spoken in hushed tones,

screamed like swords clashing,

it is grinding metal and cries of pain.

it is an omen spoken from hellfire,

his lineage will need to be baptized out of him.

“Just like his father.”

he is a boy.

he carries the judgment

of another man’s mistakes,

this burden was not his to begin with it,

but it now burns the lines from his palms.

his hands blister the longer he holds it,

eventually it is welded into his skin

like it was always a part of him.

they were the ones that put it in his hands

and they don’t even know it.

“Just like his father.”

he has his father’s eyes, and his arrogance,

but is it genetic or is he just a normal teenager

who thinks they know more than they do?

they haven’t given him a chance to grow.

he is not his father, he is just a boy

with all of youth’s natural confidence.

they forget what it’s like to live in a world

that expects you to be older than you are.

“Just like her mother.”

it is said with resignation,

or irritation hidden under barbed teasing.

she carries exhaustion on her shoulders

and wears it like an apron rather than a cape.

she is apathetic in all of the ways

of a woman with a duty she never wanted.

she had responsibilities forced onto her

before she could even spell injustice.

“Just like her mother.”

she has learned how to be sharp,

all of her girlish softness

has been beaten out of her.

she was raised in the lion’s den

yet, they are surprised when she roars.

her hair is matted with the blood

of generations to come,

and she bears her teeth when she sees it.

“Just like her mother.”

she is steely and strained,

she has her mother’s calloused hands,

and her quiet rage.

she must be diligent to survive.

she made a deal with heaven and hell

the first time she ever bled.

they couldn’t kill her if they tried,

and that’s the beauty of her.

“Just like their parents.”

it is an insult, even if it is not meant to be.

they are children raised in jail cells,

they carved the days into concrete walls

until their fingertips bled

and then they continued

until they had nothing left to give.

they made plans for escape that changed

in the delirium of a lifetime sentence.

“Just like their parents.”

they don't look at themselves in the mirror,

they know who they will see there.

there is iron in every tear they spill,

and sweat in every drop of their blood.

they have been forged in the center of the sun,

unyielding in its potential,

unforgiving in its power.

“Just like their parents.”

they are mistakes and they are regrets.

they have learned how to live

with the shadow of another life,

of somebody’s, what if?

they have learned about anger,

they have learned what love isn’t.

they think that they could do it better,

but isn’t that just the family curse?

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Is there a physical copy I could get of your poetry? It’s so beautiful I want to run my hands over the words and display it on my bookshelf

I’m always happy to share my work!! Currently, though, I’m not published or anything. I do have a couple copies of a printed collection of my poems that I gave to my twin (and obviously kept one for myself). But otherwise all I have is over 200 pages worth of multiple word documents 😭😭😭

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Biology Class

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obsessed with this out-of-pocket behavior

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Truly a great casting choice

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I’m heartbroken for Buddy, a transfer student who thought he was being readily accepted into a friend group that wanted him only to be used as a pawn and murdered as soon as shit goes sideways