#high school library

[jhsharman]

See No Evil

Dreamed. Dreamt.

Middle of the Night? Very light nights.

Book covers of all different colors. Or maybe just purple.

Jughead has more than one sweatshirt in the 2nd edition.

[damian-lil-babybat]

'Dead Poets Society' gang

Headcanon that these four drop poetry and literature quotes on their conversations unprompted.

Jason 'English-major-I-only-visit-the-manor-for-the-library' Todd-Wayne

Damian 'I-master-liberal-arts-unlike-you-plebs-PHD-holder' al Ghul-Wayne

Cassandra 'I-learn-English-thru-Shakespeare-as-god-intended' Cain-Wayne

Duke 'only-title-holder-of-vigilante-poet-and-will-cuss-you-just-as-poetically' Thomas-(future) Wayne

[ispyspookymansion]

know as in actually know, not just have met or know of, i’m more curious about on a regular basis who the oldest lgbt person is that you interact with. can also be someone you regularly interacted with/knew at some point and no longer do for whatever reason

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was doing homework with my high school classmates at the library of a university I didn't go to, and we kept running into people I knew from uni, except it wasn't any of my friends, it was a million people I desperately never wanted to see again.

Also, Sydney from The Bear was there. Not Ayo Edebiri. Sydney. I don't watch The Bear.

[paulmccartneyprostateorgasm]

Like I get that there are disparities in the US between different quality of education in different regions but come the fuck on. It's Not the job of the education system to teach you literally Everything you should know as an adult human. At some point you gotta take responsibility for your own knowledge. Take the little rectangle that contains the wealth of human knowledge you keep in your pocket and go on wikipedia and look at a list of the most populated cities in the world, as a start. You're allowed to not know everything about everything but don't blame others for your own ignorance my god.

[thedungeonbat]

Thursday, September 5th°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

sunrise, biology class, trip to a park, and the aftermath of my coffee accident :/

picked up my school books

3 hours of library work (sorted books, prep for monday, admin stuff etc.)

washed my backpack, wallet & pencil cases because i spilled coffee inside my bag :(

⤷working on my Shakespeare essay tonight!

[hellenhighwater]

Hmm....how hard can large scale mosaic possibly be? I feel like my plans for the room I'm working on could use something really shiny and impactful and maybe I want to make a fold-down cutting table and maybe I want to do it out of mosaic, even though that will be ungodly heavy.

It's a fun idea. I'm not sure if it's a good idea.

I haven't done mosaic since a one-off high school art class but I feel like the component skills are ones I already have, sooooo....

I have been keeping to a blue and gold celestial theme for both my guest room and my art workspaces, because if and when I move those spaces are likely to be combined. Cutting table, even though it would be for a different room, falls in the same vein, so I'm thinking something with a nice dark night sky and maybe some branches or leaves...

[loveinhawkins]

A series of notes passed during private study periods in Hawkins High School Library, circa January—May, 1985.

A page from a notebook, shoddily torn.

—Hey. Is this seat taken?

—Nah, it’s just empty for no reason.

—Ha ha.

—Admiring your dedication here, Harrington, but I’m pretty sure the librarian isn’t actually a dragon. You can talk.

—Nope. If I start talking, I won’t stop. Gotta do homework now or I never will.

—Ooh. Didn’t know I was so distracting.

—Don’t flatter yourself, Munson.

-

Written in another notebook, underneath a paragraph of red ink that ends ‘See me after class, Eddie Munson.’

—Here, use this if you need to. No way I’m going back to that damn class.

—Dude, don’t you need it to graduate?

—What’s it to you?

—Nothing, jeez. You’re gonna rip a hole in the paper if you keep leaning that hard.

—Well, maybe that’s the kinda mood I’m in.

—For what it’s worth, O’Donnell hates everyone. It’s nothing personal.

—No.

—?

—She really hates me. Like, really. Truly. I’m fucking self-aware, Harrington, I know when I’m being annoying, but I’m quiet as a goddamn mouse in her class.

—I’m sorry. That sucks.

—Yeah. I was really trying, you know?

—I get you. Can you, like, appeal when she fails you or…?

—Do you really think I’d still be here if that worked?

—Fair. Okay but what if you had… I don’t know, character testimonials, or something.

—Why, Harrington, are you offering?

—If you want.

—My uncle tried something like that last year. Was on the phone for hours. No dice.

—Shit.

—Appreciate the thought, though.

—Hey. I’ve got candy. Want some?

—You’re a brave, brave man. What kind?

—Reese’s.

—Okay. Thanks.

—No problem.

—HARRINGTON! LIBRARIAN, THREE O’CLOCK!

—Jesus Christ! I thought you said she wasn’t a dragon.

—Fine. Correction: she’s not always a dragon.

[bizarrelovesquare]

Adrien + in the library across different universes

[nevarasstuff]

I grew up as an academic achiever, straight A student you would say. Nevertheless sometimes i still get a C or even lower. No, getting bad grades is never a curse for me.

Once upon a time, i went back from school with my math exam paper. Red massive zero on top of it, looks like a cherry. I handed it to my parents at the living room. Staring at my toes, waiting while they reading it. My teacher said I will get into a trouble the second i handed the paper to my parents. It's been 5 seconds, and the only thing i hear from my parents is laugh, they cracked and say "don't you dare feel sad or think we feel dissapointed with your score-" they can't even finish the sentence, laughing too hard. "At least you bring an egg for us, let's cook it for our lunch!" Just like that they get up and hug me. My dad holds my hand walking to the kitchen while my mom preparing our lunch. I don't know where that exam paper went, maybe my dad made a paper plane from it and threw it away. My soul still confused, eyes staring blankly. But i know one thing for sure.

Now i know the big impact of how parents treat their kids and how parents look at their kids when they get bad grades can impact how kids perceive scores and school life. Grades are important, but your kid's mental health is the most crucial part.

[expectiations]

Thinking of how "left me like a book on a shelf" is from River's POV and therefore does not mean it is the entirety of the story much like how "the Doctor does not and has never loved me" was uttered from a River who was grieving.

Like the Doctor could have spent a long time putting the TARDIS in stationary orbit around the Library. The Doctor could have puttered about with the Library from years before it was shut down to ensure that everything would go smoothly while doing his best not to change a single thing. And on days when it is too hard, he just stares at the Library from his perch on the TARDIS door. Waiting, hoping, thinking. Trying to find a way out for her. For them.

And he does!

He finds a hundred ways to get her out of the data core. But...something always goes wrong. It's somehow never good enough. She's back, but she's not entirely there.

So he scratches it out, slaps himself, and tries again.

And again.

And again.

But his plans always fail.

But they don't. Not really. His plans could work. Could have worked. His beloved Sexy would help him. She'd always help him when it comes to her Water. But he was too scared. Too frightened of failure. Because one single mistake. One. Single. Mistake. And she's gone. He can never get her back. Forever.

So he runs. And runs. And runs. Until centuries has gone by and companion come and gone. Until he met a younger, more alive version of her. And then they had Darillium. And oh the joys of wonderful joys, what a night that was.

But things end. Even for him. They had to part ways again. Had to say goodbye. So he tries again. Picks up what his previous self had shelved. He tries. Oh how he tries.

But still. That fear exists. Is it worth it? Can he finally accomplish what he'd started a literal lifetime ago?

(He doesn't.)

Off on another lifetime with a new body. He's a...she now? Oh and shorter! Wow. That's new! I wonder what Ri–

On the rare moments she allows herself to succumb to sleep she goes to their his her study. She takes a moment to take everything in. It's unrecognizable now – the study that once was theirs filled with warmth and laughter and-

Every single space was taken. Covered by plans of plans of plans spanning...two...lifetimes now. Sexy still kept it just as it was the last time he she had been in there.

Their His Her favorite throw was still where it was – on their his her favorite corner of their his her favorite couch.

Nothing had changed but everything had changed.

She curled up and buried her face hoping it would still smell of her (It did. They never knew how it worked but somehow her smell still lingered anyway. They thought they were hallucinating at first but other people had been able to smell it too. Sometimes they forget but Sexy also lost her too).

She was a he again. The same face they had four lifetimes ago. The same face who was the first to keep the memory of their meeting.

But wh- what? Why? How? Is this it? Is this the body that finally brings her back home? A fitting act really. He put her in there and so he'll also put her out of there.

But... she wasn't there. Nothing was there. Nothing but chunks of debris and ashes and smelted...somethings.

When he blinked his eyes open (when had he closed them?), Donna's worried face greeted him. He blinked again and blinked. Nothing changed. Everything has changed. He had waited for far too long. He had made her wait for far. too. long. He feared of failing her but now he actually has failed her.

Everything was bland now. Was it just him or is everything a bit...on the side of grey? Donna looks at him like he might break. (He won't. He's a Time Lord. Time Lords don't break.) Even Sylvia had taken to treating him a bit more kindly.

He goes off alone with Sexy. His return to the Noble-Temple (Temple-Noble) household becomes fewer and further in between. One day he finds himself in Venice. Wonderful Venice. His Pond and her Roman (who wasn't yet a Roman) had gone here. There were vampires. And running and –

River?

No silly. River wasn't there.

He blinked. And blinked again. Made sure the sky was blue and the clouds still fluffy white. But was that his leather jacket that just whizzed by past him? Wait. Hold on. That was... Was that? Oh no. It wasn't. It couldn't be. Did they? No. They couldn't have.

But of course, apparently they did. Because that was actually his leather jacket wearing self that just passed by him again(?) tugging along his very-much-not-dead wife along running from... Hold on. Why are they running? What- Who's shooting at her?!

[smashing-yng-man]

[dawitchsdiary]

Imagine a server with this vibe:

Well there is one and you can join!

Just comment down, and I'll send you an invitation!

[demigirlravenqueen]

how many strange hill high fans are there on tumblr? And how many of them are also ever after high fans?

[britomart]

affirmations for a nineteen year old

i am an adult

high schoolers do not scare me

i am an adult

high schoolers cannot hurt me

i am an adult

high schoolers mean nothing to me

[triciabeloved]

she's so me