#mr. teacher dad >>>>>>>

[girlwithherheadinthestars]

father figure prompts pt. 3 because i just spent like an hour in his office crying

"i just had a question -- but if you're busy it's fine like i get it you're tired and -- "

^"no, no, absolutely not, come in. you don't tire me."

"oh god when i get my hands on your dad -- "

"i'm sorry -- "

^"for what? you didn't do anything."

"and it's such a bad grade and -- "

^"you wanna see something?" (pulls out his own high school grades and him and mc make fun of them for like 10 minutes)

"come on, it's you. you can probably figure this out in what, five minutes?"

"go. play outside. have fun. or i'll tell your whole class that you're such a nerd that you sleep in school."

^"may i offer a bribe?"

^"a cookie doesn't sound bad."

^"ha. trust if i had a cookie i would be eating it. i love cookies."

^"ok if you go outside and have fun for twenty minutes i'll buy you a cookie."

"why don't you go get coffee with them?"

^"...no money."

^"oh, you could have asked." *takes money out of his wallet*

^"no i wouldn't want to be a burden -- "

^"stop. and if you even suggest paying me back i'm failing you."

part. 4

[certainlyathrill]

is this anything beatle people?

[amazingdeadfish]

Who's Mr. Wukong's crush in the LMK High School Teacher AU? Is it mr. macaque because he's always "making faces at each other in the assemblies?" Also, does macaque have a love interest in this au. If so who is it? (not me shipping teachers at lmk school. lol)

Mr Sun (Wukong)'s love interest is (unfortunate for shadowpeach shippers) not Macaque. Though, that might be for the better, because they're already a handful when they hate each other.

As for who is actually Mr Sun's love interest (it's not actually confirmed, but there's a ton of student speculation. Mr Sun has never outrightly confessed he even has a crush, nor will he ever. That doesn't mean he doesn't have endless rants about the main suspect unprompted at any given moment though, and get too excited when the main suspect is in the vicinity), here is a small comic that might answer it better than measly words:

For your second question? Well-

Continuation from here

[dragonpyre]

Thinking about how there's so many stories of teachers who have ruined school for people, and been the cause of years of mental anguish for others. I wanna share stories about teachers who genuinely helped change someones life.

I was almost hospitalized in sixth grade from weight loss due to bullying. After meeting with a gajillion doctors, they diagnosed with a nuerodivergency that made school a struggle. Only one teacher in the entire school stood up for me and basically coached me through those three years. No one asked her to, and apparently she drove home in tears after meeting me. She became the only adult at the school I trusted and would ask for her when I'd gotten thrown in detention cuz I knew she was the only one who'd take my side.

She grew my love of science and debate. She gave me harsh truths that helped me understand the world better. She explained transgenderism when my sister came out and I couldn't wrap my head around it.

Then in high school after I'd almost died, a para educator who used to work with me came back from another school in the district just to meet with me once a week and help me with my homework. Again, she was not working at my school anymore. She didn't need to be there. But she went out of her way to help a sixteen year old girl turn in her English homework on time because I couldn't handle the stress of almost loosing myself and half my family and manage school at the same time.

My math teacher that year also did the same. She found a tutor for me and set me up with them once a week so I wouldn't fall behind. Math was my worst subject and she knew that, but she refused to let me fail and found a solution. I ended up passing that class.

I don't think I would have graduated without any of these teachers. For sure there were the ones that left lasting scars, but this isn't about them. This is about the ones who saw a little girl suffering and decided to step up and help, even when they weren't asked to. Even when it came out of their pocket.

Because they were genuinely good teachers.

[evilkitten3]

team minato modern middle school au where kakashi is the annoying genius who skipped like two grades, rin somehow lives in a hospital (no one's sure which nurse/doctor is her parent but. it's one of them. right? it's gotta be. no way did a bunch of worked-half-to-death medical staff accidentally adopt a baby someone forgot about. definitely one of them is her parent. her birth certificate is around here somewhere i'm sure look i'll get back to you once my shift ends in six hours), and obito is the class clown who lives with his awful anarchist stoner grandpa and calls his house "the cave"

minato is a former student of kakashi's dad's friend and he's their carpool driver bc no way in hell would that man be allowed to teach in real life

[between-two-fandoms]

Christopher's parent teacher conferences must end up being a wild experience for his teachers after Tommy joins the mix of father figure/best friends who could pass as his dad in his life.

[tragictempest]

The relationship Maddie and Mr. Anderson had will never cease to make me cry. He was like a father figure to her. Because he knew hers was taken from her too soon. And he knew what was going on at home because he had an alcoholic parent too. I am so mad that he lost his job and went to jail even though what he did was wrong. I understand why he's in jail but it makes me sad for Maddie now because she just lost another person that she saw as an authority figure. The only person she even saw as an authority figure. Cause her mom sure asf wasn't one.

[g3nd3rplasma]

If you try hard enough you can find love in anything. Take soil for example. Loam is the inorganic part of it, and it provides structure, a base for plants. They're the serious "files-the-taxes" kinda partner who can struggle at supporting others, depending on the Sand/Silt/Clay proportions they're dealing with. On the other hand, there's Humus, the organic parts of soil that provide nutrients to the plants. An extrovert that enriches the community they're in and is fueled by those around them (through the cycle of life). They can be a people pleaser though, with others draining too much for too little. Both substances come from entirely different backgrounds, with Loam being from the rough and tumble erosion processes, and Humus being formed slowly through decay and digestion. But they still complement each other, and create a good place for a plant to grow.

So yes Mr. Riler it's true that you can't write a slow-burn Enemies-to-Lovers Yuri fic for the Environmental final, according to IB's strict guidelines on the subject. But is it fair to the world to deprive it of such content?

[youssefnathan-simp]

So my dad likes heartstopper and this was him at the beginning and end of season 2.

Beginning: this is really nice. Also Chloe is Youssef by any chance autistic? Maybe, okay good enough

End: NATHAN IS THE ARTISTIC TO YOUSSEF’S AUTISTIC (he also believes Youssef loves Tim Burton and a Halloween vibe bedroom to heal his inner child)

[ilovesherlock]

I wonder if my 7th grade teacher knows he created a sherlock obsessed teenage girl who will jump off a rooftop for a fifth season

[girlwithherheadinthestars]

father figure prompts pt. 4 (cw: daddy issues, body image issues)

last week of school edition 😭

*buys her favorite food for her bc her biological dad said she can't have it bc it'll make her gain weight*

"don't you think she should be getting higher grades -- "

^"i'm going to stop you right there -- she's the best there is. if you have any further concerns please talk to the principal."

"it's okay to cry."

"you're going to prom. i decided."

^"but my dad said -- "

^"you're going or i'm suing him."

"i'm sorry for bothering you -- "

^"don't be sorry if i knew you were coming i would've postponed the stupid meeting."

"you were worth it. you were worth every second."

part. 1

part. 2

part. 3

[coquelicoq]

i really have almost the entire range of possible grandmother naming conventions represented. the stepgrandmothers are mrs. [last name], [first name], aunt [first name], and grandma [first name]. the biological grandmother is grammy. the great-grandmother was gram. i'm just missing a grandma [last name] but i think other that that i've covered all the levels of formality available in my culture.

[sollucets]

okay i’m finally here to give you a prompt HSKDKSDK first of all congrats on the milestone!!! secondly, i’m thinking akkayan + 24+25 for the touch prompts? i saw those ones and immediately thought of them hanging out with kanthua + namowat and a sensitive topic for one of them comes up?

hi liz ✨✨ im finally here to give you a fic! this was a lovely prompt thank u very much 💜

24 + 25 (whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin + stroking their arm soothingly); set somewhere in the back half of e12, probably; about 1.4k of group reflection

💜

“Did you all see Aunt Waree smiling today?” Namo asks into the silence.

Akk glances up from his book. Their entire group is sprawled across various surfaces in one of the common areas of Akk and Wat’s shared dorm building, exam prep supplies scattered all around them across the furniture and the generic patterned carpet. 

To Akk’s left, Aye is tucked into the corner of a moderately-comfortable couch, a notepad propped up against his legs and his laptop balanced precariously on the armrest. He’s changed out of his uniform and into a soft-looking, pale green t-shirt. Akk thinks his lips might be shinier than before, too, but he’s really trying not to check too much. It’s been happening more often recently, the lip gloss, and it makes Akk — well. Not study.

Across from them, Kan and Thua are sitting squished together on a loveseat, both out of their uniform jackets and excessively cuddly, and Namo and Wat take up another couch. Wat sits normally, but Namo is on his back and half-sprawled across the rest of the cushions, legs nearly in Wat’s lap. 

They’re the only ones in the room; if Akk’s tenuous reputation with the Suppalo populace combined with Wat and Kan’s overprotective posturing has done them any good, it’s that any space they take up on or even near campus usually gets given a wide berth. 

“Yeah, right,” Kan says dryly, not even bothering to look up. For the most part they’ve been surprisingly industrious given the group composition, but somebody has been interrupting at almost-clockwork fifteen-minute intervals the entire time. Himself and Thua aside, most of his friends don’t have the best attention span; Aye does, actually, but he seems to be perfectly fine with interruptions as long as he gets to pester Akk during them. 

“No, for real,” Namo insists, letting his book drop open onto his chest. Akk winces. He could at least use a bookmark. “When she came into class, she was all smiley, and she even said good morning to us before the head of cl— before class got called into session. I didn’t know she could do that.” 

His last-minute word swap is likely for the sake of Thua, who’d lost his position after his suspension. To Akk, it doesn’t seem like Thua really cares about that, but they’ve all been doing kind of a lot of sidestepping around each other’s issues in group settings. Some of them are better at it than others. 

Akk has talked, one-on-one, with most of his friends; he’s cried embarrassingly into Wat’s shoulder, let Kan hit him then hug him, let Thua say whatever he needed to despite Aye’s disapproval and came out of it with the same fire-forged understanding he’d had before. He isn’t sure if the others have done something close to the same, but when they’re all together there’s an unspoken agreement to leave it alone. A group delusion, maybe, pretending that they’re normal high schoolers for just a little longer. 

Finally, Wat looks up, casting Namo a sidelong glance. “No, he’s right, I saw it. It is pretty odd, but she’s just always been the kind of person who’s very careful about her image.” 

Akk, for his part, had not seen it. Before class started today Aye had kicked him under their shared desk, and when he’d reflexively kicked back he’d gotten an inexplicably softer one in return, and then again until he realized they were just nudging each other back and forth and Aye had a silly little smile on his face (and he had one too, probably, definitely). He was not paying attention. 

So that’s why he’s mildly offended when Aye chimes in. “I saw it too.” Their eyes meet briefly, and Akk doesn’t know how to object without admitting to being embarrassing, so he’s still just frowning aimlessly when Aye continues, “She’s really been a lot more relaxed lately. Maybe she feels freer.” He doesn’t sound happy about it.

Akk gets it, he thinks; he’s had enough practice on the other end of this particular Aye habit. It’s just him being all empathetic despite himself again. He still wants to be angry with her, and he’d deserve to be, after all the school’s teachers did to him, but he can’t help seeing it from her side even though he’d really rather not. 

Wat, apparently noticing the shift in mood, sounds more subdued when he says, “I mean, it really wasn’t always so bad. Our teachers are strict, it’s— the culture, but I think it got worse this year. With— everything.” 

Akk winces. Everyone is looking up now, Kan’s face set in those serious lines that suit him surprisingly well and Thua’s eyes unreadable under his lashes. 

Uncharacteristically, Namo’s half-smile goes more sincere. “You’re right,” he says honestly. “It was better when Teacher Dika was here.”

Thua’s eyes snap to Namo and Wat’s eyes snap to Aye and Kan’s mouth half-opens as they all simultaneously realize that there’s only one person in the room who wasn’t in a different room all that time ago. He doesn’t know. 

Before he can think about it, Akk is already reaching out to put a hand on Aye’s arm. He hasn’t moved, or said anything, but Akk finds him tense under his touch, staring at a fixed point in the distance that isn’t quite Namo. His hair is coming unstyled a little, a strand falling into his eyes. 

Namo doesn’t seem to notice the temperature dropping just yet. He genuinely looks thoughtful as he continues, “Even if he was a junior teacher, it sets an example. Like Teacher Sani now.”

Akk lets his fingers travel down Aye’s bicep, hoping to get any reaction at all. He’s rewarded with Aye turning to look up at him; after a moment, his eyes seem to focus back in from wherever he’d gone to look at Akk’s face. 

“Namo,” starts Wat, sounding uncertain, but he’s interrupted. 

Swallowing audibly, Aye looks across to Namo and asks, “How was it better?” 

“Oh, right, you wouldn't have been here,” Namo says cheerily. “He was an English teacher, but he worked in student welfare, too. Not that I was there all the time, of course,” he adds after a moment, in an immediately suspicious way. “But he was a really nice guy, even when he would’ve had every reason to scold people, and I think other staff saw that.” 

That sits there in the air for a moment, until, quietly, Thua says, “He always had these jokes on the whiteboard in his office, in English, that he’d explain all the parts of even if you didn’t ask.”

Aye laughs a little at that. It’s more breath than sound, and it looks like it startles him; Akk gives in to his own urge to comfort and puts his arm fully around his boyfriend, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt. Instantly, Aye leans into it, soft against Akk’s side even as his notes slide haphazardly out of his lap.

Kan, having clearly seen them, starts loudly trying to remember one of Teacher Dika’s whiteboard jokes, exaggeratedly mispronouncing the words to make Thua giggle. Grateful, Akk takes the opportunity to dip his head and move even closer. His lips brush skin as he murmurs into Aye’s ear, “You’re alright?” 

In his hold, Aye wiggles a little, probably ticklish, and says, “I think so. Mostly.” It comes out wondering, like he hadn’t been sure, like he’d expected it to hurt more. “I— he did that at home, too. He had printed-out lists.”

That doesn’t surprise Akk. It makes sense, he thinks, for Teacher Dika to have tried to show as much of himself as he could have. And Namo’s right; they had seen that, for better and for worse. He wouldn’t blame Aye if he never forgave anyone for what they’d done with that, if he stood up right now and demanded they shut up about him, if he said it wasn’t like they had any right to his memory. Akk certainly doesn’t feel like he does, some days. 

Aye doesn’t do any of that. He just curls all the way into Akk, breathes intentionally even, and listens to them talk with a contemplative expression on his face. The others cast sidelong glances at him from time to time, worried, and then less, and then they’re moving on, eventually getting back to what they’re supposed to be here for. 

But Aye stays tucked comfortable and close, refusing to move when they have to arrange their notes again, even though it’s not like Akk was letting go. Their friends make fun of them, but only gently, the same way they’d do for anyone else, and that too is different now. 

[muirneach]

what is even the appropriate response for when someone breaks up. cause my guitar teacher just told me he broke up his like 10+ (? idk) year relationship and seemed quite happy about it but my immediate response was oh no thats so sad what a shame. like was i supposed to congratulate him or something cause like i liked his girlfriend�� so i wouldnt say a thing like that

[strawberri-draws]

Oc family!!!!!!

[johnnycagesrightnut]

OH TUMBLR I FORGOT TO TELL YOU GUYS BECAUSE TODAY WHEN I GOT HOME FROM SCHOOL WE HAD GYM LAST PERIOD AND WE PLAYED SOCCER AND IT WAS FUN AND THEN I WENT HIME AND TALKED TO MY BOYFRIEND SO I FORGOT ABOUT IT BUT THIS MORNING GUESS WHAT HAPPENED

OKAY SO AS WE KNOW I AM LIKE SUPER ATTACHED TO MY HOMEROOM TEACHER RIGHT LIKE THIS IS ONE OF MY NEW FATHER FIGURES NOW SORRY MR HOMEROOM TEACHER I DONT MAKE THE RULES AND SO MY HOMEROOM IS A MEDIA ARTS CLASS AND SO I SIT ALL THE WAY IN THE CORNER IN FROMT OF THE WINDOW AND HES WALKING SROUND MAKING SURE WE ALL HAVE IT GOIJG GOOD AND APPARENTLY I WAS LOOKING ST THE WRONG THING AND HE COMES OVER AND HES LEANING OVER MY SHOULDER AND HES HELPING ME GET ONTO THE RIGHT THING AND HES SO NICE AND CHAT ): HES LITERALLY ONE OF MY FATHERS ): HES SO FATHER FIGURE CODED. HES SO FATHER LIKE