#Ever teacher

[let-your-chaos-explode]

Hi. Could you please write a clarissa dovey x reader story?

Dear Anon,

Your wish is my command! This was going to be a one-shot, but then I decided I had more of a plot than originally planned and has now turned into a multi-chapter fic. However, for the sake of getting it out to you sooner, the first chapter is a very brief intro. Stay tuned!

Glissando

You stood, trunks at your feet, staring at the majestic School for Evil. The castle was just as you remembered it from your own schooling so many years ago. It stood tall against the blushing pinks and reds of the rising dawn behind it. A breathtaking sight really…one beautiful enough to paint. You decided to do exactly that once you get settled in your new rooms. 

You pulled out your golden time piece from a hidden pocket of your dress. Three minutes gone half past six. It was unlike Professor Dovey to be late. 

You turned, and from the corner of your eye you saw her running toward you from the gardens. It was a slightly comical sight. The fairy godmother hustled across the expansive lawn with her voluminous skirts held aloft and sharp stiletto heels sinking in the grass as she stumbled forward. She lurched forward as her shoe caught on the cobbled path. Quickly, you reached out to catch her and steadied her on her feet. 

“Oh!” She cried, grasping your arms tightly. “Y/N! So good to see you! And good catch!”

Dovey shoots you a blinding smile in clear appreciation. For a moment, you forget yourself and you stand there looking at her dumbly. Her eyes crinkle softly in the corners and you swiftly (awkwardly) release her from your hold, cheeks flushing a violent violet. 

“Yes, erm…it has been a while, hasn’t it?” You said, clearing your throat loudly. 

“Five years is entirely too long! When was the last time we saw each other?” Dovey asked as she hooked her arm through yours and started walking toward the castle. 

As if an afterthought, the golden-haired woman raises a glowing finger and your trunks start floating behind you as you walk. 

“It was Rapunzel’s wedding, wasn’t it? Or was it Queen Anna’s coronation?” You pondered. 

You had your reasons. Perfectly valid, justifiable, not-at-all inappropriate reasons for keeping your distance. 

“That’s right! The wedding! You played the harp.” She sighed wistfully, shaking her head leaning a bit more into your side. 

It wasn’t at all that you were without a doubt, truly, hopelessly, fucked. 

“Truly, you work some magic with your fingers.” Dovey said seriously, causing you to choke a little on your own saliva. 

Because you were in love with Clarissa Dovey, Dean of the School for Good, best Fairy Godmother in the realm, epitome of grace and beauty. 

Dovey halted her steps and turned to check on your well-being. “Are you alright, dear?”

“Yes, Professor Dovey.” You wheezed through the residual coughs. 

Her hand came to rest on your back, rubbing soothing circles as you caught your breath. Her brows pinched tightly and a small frown tugged at her perfectly painted lips. 

“Please call me Clarissa!” She protested. “We’ve known each other quite long enough! And now we get to work together.”

You shrugged casually and allowed a small smile to brighten your face. “Clarissa it is.”

You both attended the School for Good and Evil around the same time. Even then, you had admired her. She has always been a golden beacon of goodness. It was impossible not to notice her. But it wasn’t until you both chose the path of the lonely as fairy godmothers…forever helping others achieve true love and happiness, but never your own. 

The joke was on the Storian, really. You had sworn off princes. You never explicitly stated anything about princesses…or other fairy godmothers. 

The thing about fairy tales, though, was they were essentially all the same. How many times did you hear of a prince finding another prince? Or a maiden slaying a dragon to claim the hand of a princess? To your knowledge, there was yet to be a successful story with those endings. And the realm was rather…sticky about the way things needed to be done. That was why you settled for the life of a fairy godmother. Forget arranged royal marriages and babies, that was never going to be your story. 

Clarissa nodded happily and another perfect smile lit her face. She gestured to the opening doors and led you inside with a gentle hand at your lower back. 

“Well, then…shall we?” She beamed. “Welcome home, Y/N.”

Maybe, just maybe, you might find your happy ending where it all started.

[isolabellz]

in another life

[hairmetal666]

Steve doesn't date, not anymore. He goes to bars, clubs, picks people up and makes it clear it's just for the night; that it can't, won't, be for anything more.

He falls too fast and too hard; wants so badly to be loved that he loses himself to it. So, he doesn't date and he's fine. More than fine, actually. Not worrying about finding someone, about falling in love, lets him truly enjoy his life; maybe for the first time since childhood.

He goes with Robin to visit her parents in Hawkins, wakes up at the ass crack of dawn to go for a run. With the sun barely up, he doesn't expect to come face-to-face with Eddie Munson, smoking on a park bench.

They startle each other in the early Hawkins quiet, Eddie jumping hard enough that he drops his cigarette into the dirt at his feet.

"Christ, Harrington!" He snarls a little.

"Fuck, Eddie." Steve fights to catch his breath. "What are you doing out this early?"

He glances up, finds Eddie's eyes raking over this body in a way that makes him go hot all over.

"Haven't been home yet." Eddie smirks. And he can see that's true, Eddie is fully dressed, faint lines of mascara trail across his cheeks.

"Had a show?"

"Something like that." Eddie's cheeks pink, and he pulls a chunk of hair over his face.

Understanding dawns, and Steve points at him, delighted laugh bubbling in his throat.

"Don't--"

"You had an all night Hellfire meeting?" Steve cackles.

"Shut--Harrington, shut-up." But he's smiling too. "I'm in town this weekend. Dustin insisted!"

"You can tell him no, you know?" Steve giggles.

"Like you ever could."

Eddie stands then, and they hug, quick and tight. He practically crumbles into his friend's body, but then, that's nothing new. Steve breathes him in, immediately comforted by the familiarity of tobacco and leather and sweat and weed.

"I'm at Rob's. Come say hi?"

Eddie nods and they trek back together. They kept in touch, after Vecna, and their chatting is easy, like it's not been six months since the last time.

Eddie stays for breakfast tells them with a smile, "I was gonna call but--I'm moving to Chicago. That's why I'm crashing at Wayne's for now, stopped on the way--"

The rest of his words are smothered by the force of Steve and Robin's hug, Steve's heart beating an elated rhythm he doesn't bother investigating.

--

When Eddie makes it to town, they hang out as constantly as an adult with a day job and a touring musician can. It's nice, good, to see Eddie sitting on their couch. To watch him smoke a joint on the balcony. To hangout in his bed as he works on new music. It's just like the summer of '86, before they all went off to find their futures.

They're closer than they've ever been. Crashing at each other's apartments, sharing clothes, meeting for coffee and drinks and meals. There's not a day or night when they're free that they don't spend together.

Steve knows he's falling for Eddie; was halfway there already, and now--well, Eddie's beautiful and funny and smart and talented. He doesn't make a move, though. Because Eddie'll leave, like they all do, and losing Eddie will crush him more than anyone else ever has.

--

In June, Eddie's gone for a month, touring across the midwest. The day he's expected back, Steve's in the kitchen, rolling up fresh pasta, simmering sauce on the stove.

Robin stomps in, eyes flashing. "What are you doing?"

"Making dinner?" Steve raises an eyebrow.

"Steve."

"Robin."

They glare at each other across the kitchen. Steve breaks first. "What's wrong with making our friend dinner?"

"I don't want either of you to get hurt."

Steve freezes, swallows. "I'm not--I'm--I wouldn't."

"Just. Promise you'll be careful?"

He nods, squeezes his hands into fists. "Course, Rob."

And he means it, he really does, but when Eddie lets himself in, Steve runs to the doorway to pull his friend into a tight hug.

Eddie huffs out a burst of air on impact, laughing lightly. "Miss me, sweetheart?"

"So much," Steve whispers. He presses his nose into Eddie's neck, breathing him in, and he doesn't miss the way a kiss is pressed into his hair, the way Eddie's breathing him in too.

They fall into their natural rhythm immediately, Eddie following him to the kitchen, cooing and posturing that Steve made him dinner.

As Steve serves up the food, Eddie wraps his arms around his waist, leaning against his back. God help him, but Steve can't help relax into the hold, turning his head until their eyes meet.

Desire bleeds from Eddie's gaze, and Steve's breath hitches. He wants this so badly, knows he shouldn't, but he lets himself lean in until they share air.

But--he can't lose Eddie. He can't.

He turns away, lets the moment die. Eddie doesn't stay over that night, and Steve pretends like it doesn't make his stomach hurt.

--

They aren't as close after that.

Steve keeps telling himself it's because they're busy. The school year's starting up, Steve's got lesson plans to write; Eddie made an EP, it got interest, he's taking meetings in New York and LA. It's okay that they're spending less time together.

Until Eddie stops returning his calls.

He tries not to worry. But one call becomes two, becomes three, and he can't help it. He goes over, dread a knot in his stomach. Eddie opens the door, and he's shirtless with sweatpants slung low on his hips, hair loose and streaming around his shoulders. He looks happy.

"Steve? What are you--"

"You weren't answering my calls, and--can I come in?"

Eddie winces. "It's not a good time, Harrington."

He stands there for a second, stung, not sure what to say.

"Eddie, I--"

"Babe?" A voice calls from inside the apartment. "Who's at the door?"

Steve freezes. Can't think, can't move. He hopes it isn't obvious that his heart is shattering, but Eddie's blinking at him, panic written in the lines gathering on his forehead.

"Steve, Stevie, please," Eddie is saying, but he can't do this. He can't do this.

He walks away, all the way home, numb to everything around him.

The phone's ringing when he gets to the apartment. He ignores it. Goes to his room, locks himself in, crawls into bed.

The phone keeps ringing. He keeps ignoring it.

It isn't supposed to be like this. They weren't dating, weren't trying for a relationship; Eddie's supposed to be his. He curls into himself, sobs until his ribs hurt, until his eyes are as heavy as his heart, and he falls asleep.

--

Steve startles awake, disoriented, to someone knocking on his bedroom door. He has no idea what time it is, how long he slept, but he expects Robin to be waiting in the hall.

It's Eddie. Hair in a messy bun, face flushed, eyes too bright.

"I'm sorry," falls out of Steve's mouth before he can think of anything else.

"Steve, I--I don't--" Eddie shakes his head. "Do you want to be in a relationship with me?"

"Yes," Steve whispers. "But I can't lose you, Eddie."

Eddie reaches out, slender hand, cupping Steve's jaw. "I need you to really listen when I say this, sweetheart. You will never, ever lose me. Not a chance."

"You can't know that," Steve says. Tears break free, cascade down his cheeks. "I used to think who could ever leave me? You know, back before Nancy. But I realized that actually no one would stay. And I can't--with you I can't--"

"Sweetheart," Eddie chokes on a sob. "I'm yours. Have been for years. I will never, ever leave you, no matter what we are to each other. But I can't be in some of a relationship with you. You have me wrapped around your finger, and I--I need it all, Steve."

"I want you to have it, Eddie." He presses his hand to his heart. "This belongs to you, but I--I couldn't survive you leaving."

"I would stay, Steve. I will. I promise on everything I have, everything I am, that you would never, ever lose me."

Steve stumbles into Eddie's arms, totally gone, and their mouths meet in a clumsy kiss. It wrecks Steve, tears him apart, renders him down to his smallest parts only to build him back together. He knows now for certain that there is no one else in the world for him.

They break apart, but don't move out of each other's orbit. "I love you," Steve whispers.

"Stevie, sweetheart, I love you more than anything." His fingers wind their way into Steve's hair, gentle, holding him. "I promise you'll have me for forever--fuck, longer than forever. My soul will find yours wherever we end up. I swear it."

[xylophonetangerine]

A pair of New Mexico high school students dueled with swords in class at the behest of their teacher, badly and permanently injuring a teenage girl [N.S.], her family said in a lawsuit. [Chemistry teacher Loviata] Mitchell took katana- and rapier-style swords to school that day, had students re-arrange desks to form a ring in the middle of class and had pairs of pupils square off, the lawsuit claims. "D.M. struck N.S. across her right forearm, wrist, and hand with the katana-style sword," according to plaintiff's attorney[.] As soon as it became clear that N.S., who was 16 at the time, had been badly hurt, Mitchell screamed "I'm in trouble!" and ordered students to delete any videos they shot of the fights, the suit says.

[lilislegacy]

I love the idea of Percy becoming a marine veterinarian. Not because it would be easy, but because it wouldn’t be easy.

It would sound great and all, until he gets to vet school. And day 1 all he can think is “what the hell was I thinking?” This is all science. And most of vet school is about mammals, especially dogs, and he has to take specialty programs on the side for sea animals. He likes dogs and cats, and it is interesting, but that’s not why he’s here. Annabeth tells him to just learn as much as he can. So he does his best. He gets tutoring on the side. He makes good friends, and that helps a lot, but everyone there seems so much smarter than him. But annabeth and his friends help him study. He tries and he tries and he tries. He loves the marine animal programs he does. He thinks it’s so cool learning how sea animals function, and how the ocean/environment affects them. But the standard veterinary school course material is difficult for him to stay focused on. His grades aren’t the best, but he gets through it.

And after 3 years, he gets handed a white coat and stethoscope. And he feels like an imposter. He’s not a doctor! He’s not a healer like children of apollo. He’s not a genius like children of athena. He’s percy. This feels wrong. It feels good, and he’s proud of himself, but it also feels wrong.

Then his first day of residency, at a marine animal clinic, he is walking through his little orientation with the fellow residents and the attending vets. The first room they bring him into has a large water tub with a sea turtle in it. It’s not moving. It looks so sick and miserable. The head vet says that they’ve had this turtle for several months and just can’t figure out what’s wrong. She won’t eat, she won’t interact with other animals, she barely opens her eyes. They have decided to put her out of her misery, and tomorrow she will be euthanized. Percy steps away from the group and asks to approach her. He goes up to her, bends down, and put his hand on her shell. He telepathically asks what’s wrong, and she responds “My head. My head hurts so bad all the time. Ever since having my babies. It hurts to swim. It hurts to be in the light. I feel sick always. Please make the pain go away.” And Percy stands up and starts asking the attending vets questions about her history and her treatments. At first he panics because he doesn’t know what to do. But then he realizes… he does know what to do. He leaned this! So he suggests a treatment. Most of the vets in the room laugh or give him a doubtful look, but he begs them to try it anyway. So they do it, and within half an hour, this sweet sea turtle is happily swimming around the tub. She’s popping her head up to say hi. She’s even eating.

The other vets tried for months. No tests showed what was wrong. But Perseus Jackson walked in, spent two minutes staring at her, and cured her. Because he has powers that no one else has. The other vets only know how to read and observe signs, but Percy can listen to their symptoms.

And after that, every second of learning about animal anatomy and physiology was worth it. Because HE just got to save a sea turtle’s life. HIM!!

And that is why Percy Jackson very quickly becomes one of the best marine veterinarians in the field.

[azulhood]

DP X DC Prompt

The justice league ignore Amit Park in a time of crisis.

Years later, Harvey Dent is hired by the town to sue them.

[morganbritton132]

Eddie gets tagged in a Tiktok of one of Steve’s students. Steve clearly has some kind of cold because he keeps having to stop his lesson to cough into his elbow. The caption on the video is like, “@ [Eddie’s handle] how did you let this happen???”

But more importantly and even funnier, in the video you can hear a student respond to Steve sneezing so hard it looked painful with, “Mr Harrington, you’re giving me the ick.”

Steve’s just like, “Don’t worry. I’m not contagious.”

The student says, “…Nevermind.”

[rahabq]

[lesbiansandgayssupporttheminers]

BuT tHe PuBlIc DoNt SuPpOrT tHe StRiKeS

[7more]

I SLEPT WITH SOMEONE IN FALL OUT BOY AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS STUPID SONG WRITTEN ABOUT ME Some secrets were meant to be told...

[black-and-yellow]

The walk home from UA

[smoshcentral]

ABANDON YOUR GODS!

SMOSHCENTRAL | TOP CHARACTERS Mr. Grub

[critter-covenant]

Class is in session!

Idea inspired from this that I've been meaning to draw for the past few days

[mhalachai]

i got into verbal fisticuffs on this one with a co-worker this week and need to be validated by the tumblr userbase*, so:

*spoilers: i do not expect to be validated by the tumblr userbase but i am curious

[in33dmyt3ach3r]

I'd like to have the most craziest outrageous toe curling back arching mouth watering legs shaking unholy sinful roughest nonstopping loudest sloppy messy and deranged sex with him ♡♡♡

[ink-the-artist]

forgive me if you've been asked this before or if its annoying, but how did you learn to use colored pencils like that? your art is so special to me.

ty :) I took an art class for a few years where our teacher had us buy prismacolor pencils as one of the art supplies and had us use them kinda like paints, pressing down hard right away and blending the colors together. its not how youre supposed to use them she was just trying to teach us to use color and ig this was more to the point. I picked them up again years after i stopped going to that class just bc they were there and i wanted to play around w them a bit and ended up actually enjoying it when doing it on my own terms lol