#written for an ela class

[tvgals]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ THE GIRL WITH THE J’S .

— a new girl at school piques miles interest when she shows up everyday with a new pair of j’s.

— e42! miles morales x black! fem! reader

miles watched you as you walked across the room to the teachers desk, a fresh pair of cement 3’s on your feet. you had your lace front in a claw clip style, your diamond earrings on display for everyone to see. you gave the teacher a note with whatever was written on it and walked past miles to get to your seat — your vanilla scent following you. “damn.” miles whispered. there was something about you. it was only your third week at visions and you were already friends with almost everyone. not just because of your looks and fashion sense, but also because of your personality and humor. you sat three chairs behind miles, it bums him out that he can’t admire you all the time but he does what he can to get by. miles rips out a page from his notebook and writes on it.

‘ where you be getting them shoes from? - miles ‘

miles turned around and told the girl behind it to pass it down to you, she repeats until it finally gets to you. you scrunch your face up when you see the paper fall onto your desk and open it up. you bit back a smile and wrote back, adding a smiley face on the end.

‘ retail, the goat, and snkrs when they drop :) ‘

you pass it forward and it makes it to miles, not without your teacher noticing and telling miles to hand it over. “miles, just give it to me.” she groans, her hand out in impatience. “no. it ain’t bothering you none.” miles shrugs, shoving the paper in his pocket. “fine, no paper? detention for the next two days.” the teacher said, miles face stone cold. when class was over, you waited for miles outside the classroom, flicking him on the back of his head. “why didn’t you just give her the paper?” you ask, walking next to miles while he rubbed the back of his head. “i can’t share our secrets!” miles defended himself, a half smirk on his face. “bro, she wears vans.” you say back, miles giggling at your comment. “see you at lunch?” you ask, walking into ela. “you know it.” miles replied, walking to his next class. while miles was walking down the hall, one of his friends came up next to him and starts talking nonsense — until he starts babbling about you.

“yooo! you know y/n, right?” he asks, his hands holding onto the straps of his backpack. “yeah, what about her?” miles asks, cocking a brow. “i’m thinkin’ ‘bout asking her to the movies or some shi’. just tryna get to her.” he shrugs. miles feels a bubbly feeling in his stomach. he doesn’t know what it is or why he’s feeling like this. i mean, you weren’t his girlfriend, so anyone could ask you out if they wanted to.

“uhh. i mean, do whatever you want.” miles says, his nonchalant tone a stark contrast as to how he was really feeling. “you won’t be mad? i mean, i know you like her ‘nd allat shi’.” he airily laughed, walking into spanish class with miles. “yeah, yeah. ion really care like that.” another lie. miles did care. with his whole heart, actually. “good.”

-

the second day miles really started to talk to you was the day you showed up with a pair of thunders on your feet. it was the second or third day after they’d come out and even miles hadn’t got them yet. before you were able to walk past him, he stopped you. “where you get them from?” miles ask, pointing to your shoes. “i got them the day they came out. just lucky i guess.” you shrugged with a smile on your face. miles couldn’t help but smile back with a weak nod and an “okay.” you walk to your seat and left miles a swooning mess.

-

after spanish was over, the two of you walk to lunch together peacefully. that was until miles’ friend had came up to you trying to spit game at you. “yo, y/n?” he says, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “hm?” you hum in response — clearly uninterested. “how bout i take you out sometime? we can go to the movies and..y’know.” he said, bringing his hand down to your waist. “uhh..i actually can’t. me and miles have plans for the next few weeks.” you lied, moving his arm back to his side.

“awl. what you and miles doin’?” he asked, curiousity laced in his tone. “we got projects and stuff. and next week he’s actually taking me to the movies.” you said, holding miles hand for extra effect.

“real shit.” miles grins, internally laughing at how everything was working in his favor. “awe. aight. i gotchu later though.” he said, walking away in shame. you turn to miles with a cheeky grin on your face, miles returns the same look. “you’re a good liar.” miles said, letting go of your hand and wrapping his own arm around your shoulders.

“i know.”

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[olderthannetfic]

I teach high school.

Today, one of my students proudly showed me the Halloween slasher horror story she'd written for an ELA class - staring the teacher who gave the assignment and his girlfriend.*

RPF will exist as long as there are high schoolers annoyed by creative writing assignments. In addition to all the other reasons.

*This was so very, very clearly a joke and not a threat that no one, including the ELA teacher, was upset. I facepalmed dramatically and then told the student that turning in that story put the teacher in an awkward position and wasn't a cool thing to do. (Or a great idea, given how prone schools are to overreacting now.)

--

Ah, teenagers.

[artistesimp]

𝘛𝘶 𝘌𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘪 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘰 𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘰

(Translation-You are my favorite secret)

Pairing: Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra x GN!Reader

Troupes: he fell first, but she fell harder and best friends to lovers

Word count: 598

A/N: It’s been so long since I’ve written any type of fanfic especially fluff but I am very desperate for more Rudy content, so here I am. Please ignore any grammar and spelling errors, I may be top of my class in ELA but I am writing this on my phone. Y/n is going to be fluent in Spanish but not in way that yells if it’s or isn’t their first language, so yea. Y/n/Abyss uses they/them pronouns

Translations:

Igualmente -Same/equally

Inglaterra - England

¡Espera, recuerdas que te lo dije! ¡Yo pensaba que estabas completamente a pedo! -Wait, you remember I told you that! I thought you were completely wasted

Sabes que- You know what

Eres tan bonita, mi amor precioso -You are so pretty, my beautiful love

aquí estoy -here I am

“It’s nice being able to hang out like this again, Abyss.” Rodolfo said, smiling at the masked person that was sitting across from him on the kitchen island. “Igualmente, Rudy but I kind of wished we didn’t have to meet under these circumstances but at least that over with.” They responded back with the voice changer from their mask evident in their voice. “How’s life up in Inglaterra?” he asked placing his beer bottle on the kitchen island after taking a sip from it.

“The usual, bunch of missions and living my double life. How about you, still got the same crush on that special person?” They said teasing him knowing dam well they were the person he had a crush on for over 4 years, just that he didn’t know they knew that. Why wouldn’t they, it was obvious the way he looks at them, the way he acts towards them, the sexual tension, those soft moments, everything was so obvious that even the rest of the team could see it. Despite of them being as unknown as an abyss, he sure fell hard for a person he knew nothing about but their code name and vague details they’ve shared with him over the years. Just because he fell first doesn’t mean they didn’t fall either.

“¡Espera, recuerdas que te lo dije! ¡Yo pensaba que estabas completamente a pedo!” He said clearly flustered from Abyss sudden question. “You know I can hold my liquor, plus my photogenic memory wouldn’t let me forget such an important detail about you, Parra” they said with a playful glint in they’re eye.

“Sabes que, let’s make a deal you tell who your crush is and I’ll show you my face and tell you my name” they said know they’re going a little far with the sudden revelation but it had to be done. Plus they’ve known each other long enough to have a strong trusting. “Hey there no need for you to do that.” Rodolfo said shifting his demeanor to a weary one.

“I want to, so tell me who is it that you fell so hard for?” They said reassuring him. His anxiousness visible in his body language but with a help of a deep breath he walked up to them. “I like… no I love you Abyss, I may not know everything about you but I just couldn’t help falling for you.” he said with such confidence but yet nervousness wavered in his voice. “Took you long enough because I also fell for you, my love” they said cupping his hand with gloved hand and placing their forehead together.

They pulled apart and started undoing the items that shielded their hair and face. “You know you don’t have to cover your eyes, (a nickname in your native language)” they whispered but the man refused to open his eyes until they said so. “You can open your eyes now, Rudy.” He slowly open his eyes with awe as he examined they’re face that was littered with acne scars and small scars. He just couldn’t keep himself from cupping their face in his hand.

He loved every thing about their face and hair. He loved the way their eyes stared back at him as their face flushed with the most beautiful color of blush he has ever seen. “Eres tan bonita, mi amor precioso.” He whispered engraving their face into his memory. “Well aquí estoy, Y/N “Abyss” L/N.” they said before leaning in to kiss the man they fell for. “Tu eres mi secreto favorito, y/n.” He whispered against their lips.

[twistedwonderlandobsession]

Olá, isso parece divertido. Tentarei ser o mais compreensível possível. Meus pronomes são ela/ela. Tenho 18 anos, tenho pouco mais de 1,70m, tenho cabelos castanhos que chegam um pouco acima da cintura e olhos castanhos. Uso óculos gatinho.

Costumo ir para a cama muito tarde porque costumo passo a noite lendo. Sou uma mistura de produtividade e um pouco de procrastinação. Demoro muito para fazer o dever de casa, mas sempre entrego na hora e tiro boas notas. Não sei como descrever minha personalidade, mas sou uma pessoa que não costuma mentir Na maioria das vezes, sou uma pessoa calma, mas perco a paciência facilmente.

Sou bastante criativo e tenho tendência a me distrair com bastante facilidade. Há um pequeno problema em ter a língua presa, então às vezes é difícil entender o que estou dizendo. Às vezes falo muito rápido, o que torna um pouco difícil entender o que estou dizendo. Sou muito gentil com meus amigos.

No início consigo ficar bem quieto, mas conforme vou avançando tenho tendência a conversar mais, principalmente sobre coisas que gosto.

Sobre meus hobbies gosto de ler, ouvir música, estudar desenho, lugares tranquilos, (detesto barulhos muito altos. além da música dos meus fones de ouvido) doces, coisas fofas, brinquedos de pelúcia, gosto muito de animes e mangás, alguns dos meus favoritos são Sailor Moon, InuYasha, Card Captor Sakura, One Piece, adoro mitologia principalmente greco-romana e sobre Youkais .

Espero que isso seja suficiente para o evento que você fez.

note: sorry for my english, this is not my mother tongue

I match you with Idia Shroud

The First Impression:

Idia didn't really mind you at first...actually he didn’t even notice. Not that you didn't share any classes or anything, he was just never in person for anything except gaming club and even if he was he would have written you off as a normie.

Once Idia did notice due to you constantly being in his circle and Ortho suggesting he make friends you didn't bother him....he actually sorta didn't mind your presence. You had some pretty good tastes, and it was nice to see a anime/manga enjoy-er. After hearing a rather passionate long winded speech about your current obsession he began to sorta respect you.

Why He Fell:

Idia began to slowly fall for you the more he hung around you. He didn't know it but every small ramble, boardgame match you won against a clubmate, notebook he noticed you writing in, manga he happened to notice you reading and glimpse of your screen showing the whatever anime you decided on that day he was slowly falling in love with the Idea of you.

Eventually as he began spending more and more time with you're to bored game meetings, run ins at Sam's, and Ortho's encouragement he slowly but surely began to fall in love with the real you.

Though the shut in wasn't that oblivious to his own feelings and came to the realization after months at trying to gaslight himself into believing he was delusional and that there was no way he feel for you finially had his "Oh fuck" moment after catching himself litterally tripping over himself to pick up his phone when the small ping came from his phone thinking that it was a message for you.

Cursing himself for letting himself become so attached to someone he know would leave and a relationship he knew would fall apart causing himself to lock himself in his room and shut you out.

The Relationship:

If you were persistent enough to break down his walls he could not shake the ach in his soul. Not heart. Soul when you were missing. Eventually caving just a tiny bit, he decided to screw it and be selfish...for just a little bit. Swearing that he would let you go when it came time to take charge of STYX. Promising himself that he would not allow himself to be that selfish and rip away your life so that he could be close to you.

It actually worked out quite well with no drama. The fact you were honest and he was blunt actually worked in your favor. It made things very easy since you didn't hide anything, and due to the two of you both preferred quiet areas and also worked well since you could both hole yourself in his room. It was actually enjoyable since you had relatively similar interests. He was able to rant passionately to you, and you did the same to him. Not to mention there was a mutual understanding of boundaries that you each respect and a fair amount of both us and be time. He often stayed late into the night with you and although refused to do any cuddling until MONTHS into the relationship was extremely clingy once he worked up the courage to be able to do so. You have to initiate though.

He also would often help you with anything you have issues with especially tech related and sent gifts often....he really loves the patients and kindness you share with him and wants to make sure you feel loves as well....for as long as he is allowed to have you. Constantly reminding himself that as painful it will be for him for you to not remember anything about your time together he will one day have to send you down the river.

[oneinchfrog]

why on earth would my ela teacher assign us a full essay to be drafted and written in one class period WHILE SHES ABSENT

[hinako-supremacy]

maddiede!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! pls lore

blackout poem i did for ela class then got super invested in it and made it about that fanfic im not writing, but i guess if its a poem its written? idk

[yellow-computer-mouse]

Chapter One - Red

Red stared apprehensively at the building that towered over him. He glanced over his shoulder, but his dad had already driven away, leaving him no choice but to enter the strange structure. To navigate its halls with nothing more than a stupid freakin’ sheet of paper and his arrogance. His shoulders slumped, letting one of his backpack straps slip down his arm, the cheap mesh scratching his sensitive “skin.” His slouch worsened as he realized he didn’t have an elevator card, meaning he had to take the monster of a stairwell. Terrific. He decided just to walk in and try. He could walk up some stairs! He was fucking Red Kafka Vic, and goddamnit, if some stairs were all that stood in his way, he would beat their stair ass. 

He took an overconfident step up, putting his foot down much harder than he intended. A sharp spike of pain went through his right knee as the joint attempted to dislocate around the brace he wore, leaving it technically still in its socket if a little to the left. He widened his eyes in pain, easing up the step much more gently. He grasped the railing tightly, and slowly ascended the rest of the way, bearing a tight grimace. He dragged himself through the door at the top and down the hall with the other students, doing his best not to appear weakened. He flopped into a chair in the main room, silently placing his hand on his injured knee and subtly attempting to shift the joint back into its socket. The brace, the stupid fucking brace, had turned to block part of the opening, meaning Red had two options: to roll up his pant leg and show off the brace (and by extension, weakness) in front of everyone, or suck it up.

Groaning internally, he rummaged through his bag and pulled out a slip of paper. He had all his classes written neatly along the bottom in red pen. Skimming the list, he checked the time on his phone. He had about ten minutes until his first class, ELA. He swiped up to unlock his phone and opened Geometry Dash. After losing in the first ten seconds, he rage-quit and opened his photos. Opening the filters, he tapped “Mal Cox,” sorting by oldest. The first picture showing was a selfie of Red outside his middle school, Mal walking past in the background. A few pictures later, Mal leaning over a trash can in the gym room, Scarlet consoling him, and Red flipping them off. Scarlet and Red posing together on a bus with Mal grinning mischievously behind them, holding a textbook threateningly. He eventually reached the last result; a video of himself, Mal, and Scarlet holding hands in a circle, while his phone lay on the floor. He connected his earbuds, pressing play.

“I’m gonna miss you guys so much,” Scarlet’s tearful, staticky voice said. Mal nodded solemnly beside them, tears streaming down his grieving face. Red shook their arms angrily, his voice choked with repressed sobs.

“Don’t talk like that, assholes!” he snapped through gritted teeth. “We-we can still call each other n’ shit!” His left arm detached from their linked hands, rubbing angrily at his out-of-frame face.

Mal sniffed, rubbing his shoulder against his face. “Y-yeah, I guess.” Scarlet gave the both of them a bittersweet smile, glancing down.

“Oh my fucking GOD ARE YOU RECORDING OUR HEARTFELT GOODBYES?!” he exclaimed, glaring at Red in joking disbelief.

“No,” he replied quickly, bending down and picking up his phone.

“FUCK!” Scarlet shouted, and the video cut off.

Red felt his eyes sting, and he swiped at his sockets, clenching his jaw. He would not cry on his first day, especially not because a group of assholes he used to call his friends didn’t even bother to talk to him once over the summer. A sharp blast of microphone feedback screeched throughout the halls, and he looked up at a middle-aged human standing on a chair on the opposite side of the room.

“Ahem. Sorry about that,” he said, voice booming through the mic. “It is currently 8:30 AM, and we will be starting orientation in the conference room downstairs. Please follow us so you don’t get lost.” The large group of students gathered around a collection of about ten staff members and began walking down the hall Red arrived through.

“Hi!” Red almost fell over, which was better than could be said for the stranger who greeted him. They fell face-first onto the tile floor, bouncing back up almost immediately. “I’m Blue!” Smoothing out his shirt, he stuck his hand out eagerly. Red slowly went to grab it, but Blue snatched his hand, shaking it violently.

“It’s so good to meet you! So good to meet you! Are you new here?” he said, releasing Red’s hand and fiddling with a pendant around his neck.

“Yeah. We all are. Are you a fucking dumbass?” Red replied, adjusting his mitts.

Blue paused before replying, “Probably.” The two fell into a rhythm, walking together up a small flight of stairs into a different wing of the building. Blue started rambling about some bullshit as Red zoned out. He could almost hear Mal’s voice going on about bombs or something. He eventually snapped back to reality, Blue waving a hand before his face.

“Hello? Are you alright? You look upset about something.” Red blinked in surprise, his bright red eyelight momentarily snapping back to his normal off-white.

“No, everything’s fine,” he muttered, voice cracking slightly. “Fuck off.”

“Hmm… alright!” Blue chirped. They walked in silence the rest of the way there. Eventually, they turned sharply and entered a room underneath a staircase. The gaggle of students sat on the scratchy grey carpet, Red scooting away from Blue. He stretched out, hands behind him. He snatched his left hand back up as someone ran it over with a chair.

“OW! What the fuck?!” he cried, swiveling around. A taller skeleton with pitch-black bones and blue tear-like markings running down his cheeks scooted back in his chair.

“S0rry,” he said, rolling his eyes with a smirk.

“Oh, you’ll be fucking sorry.” Red attempted to jump up, hands clenching. He shook his fist in the other’s face, glaring at him threateningly.

“! b3t ! w1ll. $nyw45, !’m #rr0r.” Red huffed, turning back around. He was poked with the other’s chair, so he turned around. He was greeted by Error’s multi-colored middle finger stuck straight up in his face.

“You motherfucker,” he said, laughing slightly. Error nodded smugly, sticking his hand in his pocket.

“! kn0w. %p3c1f1c4lly, y0ur5.” Red laughed even harder, doubling over with tears in his eyes.

“I hate you,” he choked out between giggles. “I don’t even have a fucking mom, bro!”

“)h 5h1t, my b4d,” Error said, waving his hands apologetically. Red started to say that it was fine when Error added, “!5 wh4t ! w0uld 54y 1f ! c4r3d,” before turning away. Red reached up and went to slap him when Error glared at him out of the corner of his eye.

“D0n’t.”

Red smirked.  “Why?” Error shook his head slightly.

“Pl3453,” he murmured, his voice strained. Red noticed he was beginning to glitch out and was leaning away from his mitt.

“Alright,” he shrugged. When Error didn’t acknowledge him, he added, “Pussy.” Error hit him with his chair.

“MOTHERFU-” Red was cut off by a series of claps from the surrounding students.

“Alright! Good job everyone,” stated the human from before. “I am Mr. Powell, your principal.” He clicked the mouse in his hand, switching the screens from black to a slide that read Welcome! Digital confetti streamed down over the words.

“Welcome to Rainbow Charter! This is your first year here, and we hope to make it your last.”

“Ronald!” one of the staff members standing beside him exclaimed. He rolled his eyes, smiling.

“Okay, okay, not your last.” Red didn’t pay much attention to the rest of the presentation. After it ended, Blue sprinted across the room, grabbed Red’s hand, and continued running.

“Where the fuck are you taking me?!” Red couldn’t keep up with his right leg, so he stopped trying to run with Blue and was dragged up the stairs.

“Outside, silly!”

“Why?” Red inquired through the jostling.

“Weren’t you listening? We’re leaving early so we can get our dorms set up!”

“Sick.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty fun!”

“Alright.” They walked in silence for about four seconds until Blue started talking again, this time to someone behind the two of them. The crowd of students around them pressed in on Red’s sides, being loud and smelly and loud.

“Can you shut the fuck up for like two seconds, please?” he asked angrily, clenching and unclenching his fists. Blue quickly fell silent.

“Y0u kn0w sw34r1ng d035n’t m4k3 y0u c00l, r1ght,” Error deadpanned.

“Shut up.”

*

They eventually made their way to the dorm building, with all their bags packed and ready inside each of their rooms. Which room was theirs, they didn’t know. Looking around the main entrance, Red recognized Blue, Error, and the couple from earlier. He headed up the staircase, which led him to a hall with 5 dorm rooms, plus a shower room. For some reason, all the lights were turned off, so the group of students explored the building in the dark. Red finally found his bags in the first room to his right, Dorm 3F. He expected some sort of bed, a mattress, something. However, the room was empty. There weren’t even lampshades covering the sconces that supposedly lit the area.

“Do we sleep on the floor?” Red heard a familiar voice ask. He turned around slowly, and sure enough, Blue was right behind him, looking around curiously.

“! gu355,” came a staticky voice from just outside the doorway.

“Wait. You both dorm in this room specifically. With me.” A jumbled affirmation came from the two other skeletons. Red bit his lip and did his best not to decimate his new roommates. He sighed, mumbling out, “Fucking hell.”

“Aw, come on! It’s not that bad!” Blue said cheerily, obviously trying (and failing) to convince himself. “It’ll be like a sleepover! We can-”

“Th3r3’5 4 sp1d3r 0n y0ur h34d,” Error interjected, pointing to Blue. He froze up, slowly moving his hand to the back of his head. “)h, n3v3rm1nd.” The shorter monster relaxed slightly.

“!t’5 4 r04ch.” Blue yelped, tossing his head to the side violently. The bug fell to the floor and started scurrying around.

“Gotta love public school,” Red said as the three of them slowly backed out of the room.

“What should we do?” Blue asked, seeming much less jumpy now that the bug wasn’t touching him.

“Put 1t 1n 4 j4r 4nd n4m3 1t Fr4nk13,” Error said. Red looked at him with a deadpan expression.

“Or see if anyone here wants to touch a roach,” he suggested. Blue nodded, running down the stairs. Red looked over to him. “Wait, Blue-”

“Hey! Hi everyone!” he said cheerfully. “Um, there’s a bug on the floor in our dorm, and I just wanted to know if anyone wanted to try and get it out.” Red facepalmed.

“Blu3, n0b0dy w4nt5 t0 t0uch 4 c0ckr04ch,” Error said.

“Yeah, I know.” To the trio’s surprise, a lanky skeleton (by some coincidence, they were all skeletons. Weird.) raised their hand slowly.

“Are you sure?” Red questioned. “I- I mean, it’s pretty fucking big.” Error poked him with a dry-erase marker.

“%hu5h. W3 h4v3 s0m30n3 wh0 15 w1ll1ng t0 gr4b s0m3 r4nd0m r04ch 0ff th3 gr0und f0r u5. D0n’t ru1n th15.” Blue beckoned the new skeleton up the stairs and pushed them into their dorm. Error peeked around the corner, watching with Red and Blue as the monster bent down and gently cupped the bug into their gloved hands. They began to walk out of the room when the creature started flying. Blue squeaked and hit the deck, while the tall skeleton calmly put their other hand out, halting its flight pattern. They rolled their eyes.

“How in the good fuck are you so calm right now?” Red asked incredulously as they reentered the main room, the bug caught safely in the skeleton’s hands as they walked over beside another, this one with pitch-black sockets and mascara trails coming down from their eyes.

“How in the good fuck are you so calm right now?!” Red interrogated, limping over to him.

“Please. I’ve known Dusty since they were, like, a baby.” Dust held up nine fingers, admiring the bug in their hands.

“Yeah, if you want to be boring,” he said, elbowing them. Dust gave him a dark glare before refocusing on the cockroach. They were lightly stroking its head, smiling softly. “Anyways, I’m Killer.”

“Red,” he muttered, turning away. He began returning up the stairs to unpack, Blue and Error on his tail. Entering the now (hopefully) cockroach-free room, he opened his bags and dumped them all out on the ground in a pile. On top was his sketchbook, which he quickly hid underneath piles of clothes. He glanced over his shoulder, checking that the other two didn’t see. Error was examining a threadbare hoodie and Blue was rummaging through a bin of pushpins, a rolled-up poster next to him. Error also looked over to Blue, staring curiously at the folded paper.

“Wh4t’5 th4t?” he inquired, pointing beside the excitable skeleton.

“A band poster,” Blue replied.

“What, Taylor Swift?” Red said, smirking. Blue unrolled it, holding it up for both of them to see. Intertwined blue and pink humanoid figures were sat together, looking vaguely mournful.

“No, TV Girl,” he said, placing it back down.

“Ah.” They continued to unpack in relative silence, aside from Error asking where they would sleep. Red replied, “On the floor,” and Error laid his blanket out by the door. Red snickered and did the same in the far left corner of the room, Blue taking the other side of the door.

“If someone comes in in the middle of the night they’re gonna hit you in the goddamn fucking face,” Red said, grinning.

“Good. Black eyes match my aesthetic,” Blue replied without skipping a beat. Error broke into hysterical laughter in the corner and continued to quietly wheeze for around six minutes. 

Red waited patiently until he calmed down to say, “It’s not that deep,” sending the oddly colored skeleton into another laughing fit. Blue had used the time to fill most of his “bed” with stuffed animals. Error wiped his eyes, still giggling slightly, before shouting at the expanse of plushies.

“G00d g0d, th4t w45 f45t!” he yelped, pressing himself against the wall behind him. Red sighed, laying down on his side and pressing his pillow over his head in an attempt to take a nap. It was gonna be a long year…

[indigayghost]

I'm in a portuguese and brazilian sign language class and my libras teacher is like..........incredibly racist and ableist and all of that

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She was talking about how the Correct Word™ is people with disabilities and saying disabled is Bad and Not Cool™ because "it has a bad connotation" (pros br de plantão ela tava falando que não pode falar deficiente pq significa "menos que")

And, well, I wrote on chat that this isn't something written on stone and that lots of people in the disabled community prefers the term disabled and that lots of us use it because you can't separate myself from my disability

And that you can't say "disabled" is a bad word and at the same breath say "disability" isn't

That if people stopped seeing disabilities as a bad thing disabled won't have this bad connotation she's talking about

And then she read like one line of what I wrote and said I'm wrong

And then i open my mic and said "well I'm disabled and I'm talking based on the discussions we have inside the community"

And she

I swear to god

She said "well it's cool you have a disability but I'm gonna teach you The Right Way™ because you're wrong and you're talking wrong and then when I teach you you can go and teach your friends how they're wrong too"

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She unironically said let me teach you and your friends with disabilities (because you can't say disabled disabled is a bad bad word) how to be a good person with disabilities (remember folks! Disabled is a baaaaaad word)

I was so so mad I had to get out of class but I need this class so I can't drop out and I need to look at her fucking face every fucking week and pretend like I don't want her dead

[orphic-exe-archived]

yup!

everytime we finished a book in ela (which was the main thing we did haha (and we were reading like. shakespeare and stuff similar to that too)) we took a test over it, which the first half was like. memory stuff and vocab and shit. second half, we had to write a theme essay. class periods were like. fifty minutes long, and we only had one class to finish the test :) (plus it was all hand written too) (also sometimes had to do this for history as well)

meanwhile at my new school, class periods are 1 hr 20 minutes long. i probably could've written the whole thing in one class period and had time to spare, especially since it's actually an interesting topic this time ajdbalsm

that’s insane dude i think i would have died on the spot

[acertainmoshke]

Happy WBW! I know it's summer, but we're going back to school! What does the education system look like in your world? Is it standardized or trade based? Required or for certain people only?

Woo! I have a timeline for this!

So, at the "beginning" of Halara's history (the story begins with the creation of a kingdom but the people and culture are much older), almost no one was literate. In fact, Tzelzuzi was not a written language at all, and the few who could write had to use Engian characters, which just didn't work write. But people who served in the Engian military or traveled to the city to test their luck often learned this system of writing, so the earliest Halaran documents are written as such. The first version of written Tselzuzi was created by Consort Ela, the spouse of Kelesh Alik, the second ruler of Halara. Ela spent years perfecting it and then the rest of zir life teaching it to others. Nobles learned it right away, but most adults were too busy for classes and saw little point in writing anyway, so Ela mostly taught children and youth.

For several generations after that, it was expected that parents would teach children, not just their trade, but also to read and write enough to keep track of recipes and send letters. This resulted in incredibly uneven education. Some parents valued writing more than others. Some had never understood it well themselves and focused on passing on the skills they were good at. Noble and royal children were sent to hired tutors who were particularly proficient, while the poorest children had to start working early so their families could eat. Some would be apprenticed in a trade where instructions were written or orders were sent, and for those they may get additional lessons from their mentors.

So, about 250 years into the kingdom, Kelesh Lalosh was ruling. Lalosh was skilled in problem solving and cleaning up messes--actually, much of Lalosh's reign was spent cleaning up the mess made by [their]* stepmother during her brief regency. But Lalosh's spouse, Consort Medu, came from Aled and felt strongly about education. He had wanted to be a teacher, much to the horror of his noble parents, who married him off to another kingdom to avoid it. He spent most of his spouse's reign traveling into town and even to other towns to personally oversee social programs to help people who needed it. And it was he who started a system of public schools.

Public schools in Halara are split into two age groups: 8-10 and 11-13. Upon turning 14, students reach the Age of Apprenticeship and begin to learn a trade. Prior to that their lessons are more general, but very practical: reading, writing, math, nature, basic magics for those empowered. Cooking, sewing, basic woodcraft, art, music, and medicines are taught in rotations.

For the next 200 years, commoner children attended school while noble children continued tutoring, where instead of many of the practical skills they learned diplomacy, negotiation, and other languages. Kelesh Zjolen, only 50 years later, had wanted to send krun children to school but then the war happened and it wasn't safe. Kelesh Lila was the first royal child to attend regular school, but zir family was in excile and it doesn't really count. Zie did, however, grow up to send zir three children to public school even once they were back at court. After that it was considered the norm.

Not all commoner children were equal** either, however. Hypothetically, all children were supposed to be young and free until 8 and then be given equal studies. And children of farmers, bakers, carpenters, merchants, bards, and most other trades did. But it was not entirely unheard of for servant children to leave early to care for younger siblings or help their parents work.

There were over 100 years in which the only choices after school were to apprentice to a tradesmaster or leave the kingdom to try for fortune elsewhere. But around 370 years into the kingdom, the first university was built. It was originally intended as an alternative to apprenticeship and taught (1) the types of lessons reserved for tutored nobles to all attendants, (2) more academic and less practical subjects like astronomy and literature, and (3) trained large groups of students for trades that were badly needed with few tradesmasters to take on apprentices (postmen, sorcerers, scribes to publish manuals, etc). Later wings would be added for purposes such as taking on older students who wished to change trades, educate themselves further, or be better than their master was. One wing began training specialized sorcerers from birth, but that is another matter for another story. The university was not paid and was open to all, but did require a rigorous entrance exam.

* I have not actually assigned genders to all characters yet, and honestly I have trouble remembering who is which sometimes. So when I'm not sure I am temporarily using they/them for characters on here. Obviously in the books all their pronouns will be standard.

** There was no thought for special education until about the same time that nobles began attending public school. "Simple" or "erratic" children (basically anyone with a mental disability or debilitating mental illness) was kept home and taught what the parents could or were willing to. Some learned slowly but well and went on to successful trades. Many others were kept as assistants in their parents' trade their entire life. Children with physical disabilities were sent to school as able but given little accommodation until some of these children grew up and became tutors of younger disabled children.

[cliffbar-booth]

update

lowkey pooped from just whipping out two random fanfics in a row might rewrite IN MY ROOM either tomorrow or take a quickie bc holy moly i haven't written this much since my old honors ela class

[thesims4-adventure]

Cody - Not So Berry Legacy Challenge ep.6

Eu queria dizer que acordei animado mas a verdade é que eu nem dormir.

I wanted to say that I woke up excited but the truth is that I didn't even sleep.

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

Eu precisava achar algum esconderijo antes que alguém me encontre e...

I needed to find some hiding place before someone found me and...

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

...tirar um cochilo antes da aula começar.

...take a nap before class starts.

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

"Não faça contato visual, apenas abaixe a cabeça e vá para sala."

"Don't make eye contact, just put your head down and go to class."

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

"Sente-se no fundo e tente parecer bem"

"Sit at the bottom and try to look good"

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

"Mas não bem o suficiente para chamar a tenção"

"But not well enough to draw attention"

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

"Se nenhuma dessas regras funcionar ande pelos corredores focado em qualquer coisa no seu celular"

"If none of these rules work walk the halls focused on anything on your phone"

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

"Apenas tente ver onde está pisando para não cair e quebrar o celular, seu único amigo"

"Just try to watch where you're stepping so you don't fall and break your phone, your only friend"

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

"Pegue seu almoço e procure uma mesa vazia"

"Grab your lunch and look for an empty table"

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

"Mas se mesmo assim se ver cercado por curiosos"

"But if you still find yourself surrounded by onlookers"

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

"Não faça contato visual, não olhe nos olhos deles"

"Don't make eye contact, don't look them in the eye"

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

"Fuja!"

"Flee!"

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

Eu segui todo o manual de: "Não se envolva nas coisas que sua mãe faz", escrito por mim mesmo desde que tento sobreviver neste mundo. Pelo menos tenho mais meia hora para um cochilo antes de a próxima aula começar.

I've followed the whole manual of: "Don't get involved in the things your mother does" written by myself since trying to survive in this world. At least I have another half hour for a nap before the next class starts.

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

Continuei sentado no fundo sem abrir a boca.

I continued to sit at the bottom without opening my mouth.

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

Ouvi um chamado da diretora para os alunos irem até o campo porque estava tendo algum evento...

I heard a call from the director for the students to go to the field because there was an event...

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

Mas eu não estava mais aguentando, ainda assim me lembrava que tinha alguma coisa para fazer hoje.

But I couldn't take it anymore, I still remembered that I had something to do today.

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

Eu tinha marcado de tomar chá com bolhas em um brechó da cidade com minha mãe.

I was scheduled to have bubble tea at a thrift store in town with my mother.

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Ela é o oposto de mim e as vezes eu queria só fugir de casa e mudar de nome.

She is the opposite of me and sometimes I just wanted to run away from home and change my name.

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

Mas outras vezes eu só preciso de um abraço dela.

But other times I just need a hug from her.

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

Até me dar vontade de fugir de novo.

Until it makes me want to run away again.

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

Eu tenho certeza que vocês curiosos nem imaginam que está mulher respeitável com um bom emprego é na verdade uma Loba.

I'm sure you curious people can't even imagine that this respectable woman with a good job is actually a Wolf.

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

Que se transforma ao brilho da Lua em uma criatura furtiva.

Who transforms in the moonlight into a stealthy creature.

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

Selvagem.

Wild.

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

E...ela trouxe o cara do cartaz para casa?!

And...she brought the poster guy home?!

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

Onde essa mulher se enfiou na noite passada?

Where did that woman go last night?

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

Esse homem é famoso, joga basquete, posa para anúncios de relógio que ninguém tem dinheiro para comprar.

This man is famous, he plays basketball, he poses for ads for watches that nobody can afford.

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

Para mim, é o fim!

For me, it's the end!

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

Eu costumo parar para escrever neste diário à noite...mas...essa manhã minha mãe parecia que tinha rolado na lama.

I usually stop to write in this journal at night...but...this morning my mother looked like she had rolled in the mud.

⭐—————🚀—————⭐

Será que o homem do cartaz que ficava em frente a janela da cozinha do primeiro apartamento que morávamos sobreviveu? Será que é assim que essa história de terror começa? Com o sumiço de um cara famoso em uma cidade distante?

Could it be that the man on the poster who stood in front of the kitchen window of the first apartment we lived in survived? Is this how this horror story begins? With the disappearance of a famous guy in a distant city?

⭐previous⭐next⭐

[elliot-needs-sleep]

The part of my day that cheered me up the most was right after I broke down in my ela class (i was having a rough day, almost got hit by a car, body dysmorphia is really bad again), i was really full on sobbing in the gender neutral bathroom and I was not really in a good place, and I came back to class, and one of my friends had written "You're doing great" on my test, and i really almost started crying again because there are good people in the world (and yes I know they are probably reading this, hi, yeah I saw it and I love you thank you)

Also one of my new friends always says my name like they're really excited to see me and I'm not sure they know how happy that makes me

On a side note im sleeping over at my partners house and hes making me rewatch Grians Season 6 of HC just so he can make poultry man jokes at me and if thats not love i dunno what it /j

Long story short, good people do exist and even if I'm depressed and an utter garbage can of human emotion I can still be loved and cared for by other people and the same goes for other people

[jukeboxcwb]

Anitta e Beyoncé são destaques no Grammy 2023; confira lista dos indicados

Anitta pode se tornar a primeira artista latina a vencer o prêmio na categoria em mais de 50 anos

Foto Anitta: Evan Agostini/Invision/AP | Foto Beyoncé: Reprodução Redes Sociais

A Recording Academy liberou a lista de indicados ao Grammy Awards 2023 nesta terça-feira (15).

A brasileira Anitta foi um dos grandes destaques. Indicada à “Artista Revelação”, ela foi a quinta brasileira indicada a uma categoria principal desde 1974, e pode se tornar a primeira artista latina a vencer o prêmio em mais de 50 anos.

O último artista brasileiro indicado à uma das categorias principais foi Eumir Deodato, em 1974. Além dele, grandes nomes da música brasileira, como Tom Jobim e Astrud Gilberto, também já foram destaques.

Além de Anitta, Beyoncé já quebrou recordes ao aparecer na lista. Indicada nas três, das quatro, principais categorias do prêmio, Beyoncé se tornou a artista com maior indicações da história, conquistando 88 no total. Agora, ela empata com o marido Jay-Z.

Confira os indicados ao Grammy 2023:

Song Of The Year

“As It Was” – Harry Styles

“All Too Well (10 Minute Version)” – Taylor Swift

“abcedfu” – GAYLE

“About Damn Time” – Lizzo

“Easy On Me” – Adele

“Bad Habit” – Steve Lacy

“The Heart Part 5” – Kendrick Lamar

“GOD DID” – DJ Khaled

“BREAK MY SOUL” – Beyoncé

“Just Like That” – Bonnie Raitt

Record Of The Year

“As It Was” – Harry Styles

“Easy On Me” – Adele

“Don’t Shut Me Down” – ABBA

“BREAK MY SOUL” – Beyoncé

“Good Morning Gorgeous” – Mary J. Blige

“You And Me On The Rock” – Brandi Carlile & Lucius

“Woman” – Doja Cat

“About Damn Time” – Lizzo

“Bad Habit” – Steve Lacy

“The Heart Part 5” – Kendrick Lamar

Album Of The Year

“RENAISSANCE” – Beyoncé

“Un Verano Sin Ti” – Bad Bunny

“Voyage” – ABBA

“30” – Adele

“Good Morning Gorgeous” – Mary J. Blige

“Music Of the Spheres” – Coldplay

“In These Silent Days” – Brandi Carlile

“Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers” – Kendrick Lamar

“Special” – Lizzo

“Harry’s House” – Harry Styles

Best New Artist

Anitta

Omar Apollo

DOMi & JD Beck

Samara Joy

Muni Long

Latto

Måneskin

Wet Leg

Molly Tuttle

Tobe Nwigwe

Best Pop Solo Performance

“As It Was” – Harry Styles

“Easy On Me” – Adele

“Woman” – Doja Cat

“Bad Habit” – Steve Lacy

“About Damn Time” – Lizzo

“Moscow Mule” – Bad Bunny

Pop Duo/Group Performance

“Don’t Shut Me Down” – ABBA

“Bam Bam” – Camilla Cabello & Ed Sheeran

“My Universe” – Coldplay & BTS

“I Like You” – Post Malone & Doja Cat

“Unholy” – Sam Smith & Kim Petras

Pop Vocal Album

“30” – Adele

“Voyage” – ABBA

“Harry’s House” – Harry Styles

“Music of the Spheres” – Coldplay

“Special” – Lizzo

Dance/Electronic Recording

“BREAK MY SOUL” – Beyoncé

“Rosewood” – Bonobo

“Don’t Forget My Love” – Diplo & Miguel

“I’m Good (Blue)” – David Guetta & Bebe Rexha

“Intimidated” – KAYTRANADA & H.E.R

Dance/Electronic Album

“RENAISSANCE” – Beyoncé

“Fragments” – Bonobo

“Diplo” – Diplo

“The Last Goodbye” – ODESZA

“Surrender” – RÜFÜS DU SOL

Rap Performance

“GOD DID” – DJ Khaled

“Vegas” – Doja Cat

“Pushin P” – Gunna, Future & Young Thug

“The Heart Part 5” – Kendrick Lamar

“F.N.F (Let’s Go)” – Hitkidd & GloRilla

Melodic Rap Performance

“Big Energy (Live”) Latto

“WAIT FOR U” – Future, Drake & TEMS

“BEAUTIFUL” – DJ Khaled

“First Class – Jack Harlow

“Die Hard” – Kendrick Lamar, Blxst & Amanda Reifer

Rap Album

“GOD DID” – DJ Khaled

“Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers” – Kendrick Lamar

“Come Home The Kids Miss You” – Jack Harlow

“I NEVER LIKED YOU” – Future

“It’s Almost Dry” – Pusha T

Songwriter Of The Year, Non-Classical

The-Dream

Amy Allen

Nija Charles

Tobias

Jesso Jr.

Laura Veltz

Best Compilation Soundtrack For Visual Media

Elvis

Encanto

Strangers Things Season 4

Top Gun: Maverick

West Side Story

Best Song Written For Visual Media

“Be Alive” – Beyoncé

“Carolina” – Taylor Swift

“Hold My Hand” – Lady Gaga

“Keep Rising” – Jessy Wilson & Angelique Kidjo

“Nobody Like U” – 4*Town

“We Don’t Talk About Bruno” – Encanto

R&B Performance

“VIRGO’S GROOVE” – Beyoncé

“Here With Me” – Mary J. Blige & Anderson .Paak

“Hrs & Hrs” – Muni Long

“Over” – Lucky Daye

“Hurt Me So Good” – Jazmine Sullivan

Traditional R&B Performance

“PLASTIC OFF THE SOFA” – Beyoncé

“Do 4 Love” – Snoh Aalegra

“Keeps On Fallin” – Babyface & Ella Mai

“‘Round Midnight” – Adam Blackstone & Jazmine Sullivan

“Good Morning Gorgeous” – Mary J. Blige

R&B Song

“CUFF IT” – Beyoncé

“Good Morning Gorgeous” – Mary J. Blige

“Hrs & Hrs” – Muni Long

“Hurt Me So Good” – Jazmine Sullivan

Please Don’t Walk Away – PJ Morton

R&B Album

“Breezy” – Chris Brown

“Candydrip” – Lucky Daye

“Good Morning Gorgeous” – Mary J. Blige

“Black Radio III” – Robert Glasper

“Watch the Sun” – PJ Morton

Best Music Video

“Woman” – Doja Cat

“As It Was” – Harry Styles

“Easy On Me” – Adele

“Yet To Come” – BTS

“The Heart Part 5” – Kendrick Lamar

“All Too Well: The Short Film” – Taylor Swift

Best Music Film

“One Night Only” – Adele

“Our World” – Justin Bieber

“Live At The O2” – Billie Eilish

“MOTOMAMI (TikTok Live Performance)” – Rosalía

“Jazz Fest: A New Orleans Story A Band A Brotherhood A Barn” – Neil Young & Crazy Horse

Rap Song

“Churchill Downs” – Jack Harlow & Drake

“GOD DID” – DJ Khaled

“The Heart Part 5” – Kendrick Lamar

“Pushin P” – Gunna, Future & Young Thug

“WAIT FOR U” – Future, Drake & TEMS

Global Music Album

“Shuruaat” – Berklee Indian Ensemble

“Love, Damini” – Burna Boy

“Queen Of Sheba” – Angélique Kidjo & Ibrahim Maalouf

“Between Us… (Live)” – Anoushka Shankar, Metropole Orkest & Jules Buckley

“Sakura” – Masa Takumi

Latin Pop Album

“AGUILERA” – Christina Aguilera

“Pasieros” – Rubén Blades & Boca Livre

“De Adentro Pa Afuera” – Camilo

“VIAJANTE” – Fonseca

“Dharma+” – Sebastián Yatra

Rock Performance

“So Happy It Hurts” – Bryan Adams

“Old Man” – Beck

“Wild Child” – The Black Keys

“Broken Horses” – Brandi Carlile

“Crawl!” – IDLES

“Holiday” – Turnstile

“Patient Number 9” – Ozzy Osbourne & Jeff Beck

Best Engineered Album, Non-Classical

“Harry’s House” – Harry Styles

“Black Radio III” – Robert Glasper

“Chloë and the Next 20th Century” – Father John Misty

“Wet Leg” – Wet Leg

“Adolescence” – BAYNK

Producer Of The Year, Non-Classical

Jack Antonoff

Boi-1da

Dan Auerbach

Dahi

Dernst “D’mile” Emile II

[crespanub]

Literacy Memories

My earliest literacy memory begins in Kindergarten within my first few weeks of school where I learned to read and write. I vividly remember being intimidated by the idea of reading at that young age, however still being encouraged by the prospect of learning how to read. I remember my teacher explaining to my class that each of the letters of the alphabet are assigned a different sound that coincides with the name of the letter. I do not remember very well how she was able to explain this concept to us in a way that was easy to understand for kids at 5 years old but I do remember that whatever she said made so much sense that reading did not seem that intimidating to me anymore. That lesson became the first major thing that I learned in my school years and I would classify it as my first "Ah Ha!" moment in my educational journey. I have to admit that from that point in Kindergarten up until my freshman year of High School is a bit or a blur. I still remember my English Language Arts classes in between Kindergarten and High School although none of them, I would say were quite as influential as the ELA class I had with Mr. Reed during my freshman year. The books we read in that class such as Frankenstein and Lord of the Flies, stood out to me, not necessarily because I fell in love with the stories or the way they were written, but because Mr. Reed had such a relatable way of communicating the themes and ideas of the stories. Mr. Reed's lessons were always interesting, regardless of the material we were learning. The writing exercises we engaged in were as creative as they were productive. I remember a writing activity we did early in the year where we each began with a blank piece of paper at our desks and we were asked to write the first line of a story. We then shifted to another desk, leaving the paper where it was and continued the story where the last person left off by adding another line to the story. We then continued this shift every 5 minutes or so until a full story had been written on the page in front of us. We all had a great time reading the ridiculous stories that had been created at the end of the process. Activities like this kept our class engaged, but it was the overall likability and laid-back nature of Mr. Reed that made me feel confident and comfortable during each and every class. As I look back at my biggest influences in becoming a teacher, I believe to this day that Mr. Reed's professionalism and tone that he conducted his classes with has been the same that I would aspire to bring to my own class in a full-time setting. I want to teach my classes with the same enthusiasm that Mr. Reed brought to my freshman year English class.

[postersdecinema]

La Nona

Arg, 1979

Hector Olivera

8/10

Ela come tudo

Como os vampiros de José Afonso, esta avó que tudo come, exaurindo até à morte a sua família, seria talvez, em 1979, quanto foi escrita e realizada por Hector Olivera, uma metáfora do capitalismo americano e da classe dirigente argentina, que, insaciáveis, consumiam até à exaustão os recursos do país, empurrando literalmente para uma morte miserável os seus habitantes.

Há sempre uma avó em todos os regimes políticos, em todos os países, em todas as famílias, por isso a metáfora permanece, intemporal, capaz de agradar a sucessivas gerações e a culturas diferentes.

Um clássico que, apesar dos anos, permanece vivaz e pertinente.

She eats everything

Like José Afonso's vampires, this grandmother who eats everything, exhausting her family to death, would perhaps be, in 1979, when written and directed by Hector Olivera, a metaphor for American capitalism and the Argentine ruling class, which, insatiable , consumed the country's resources to exhaustion, literally pushing its inhabitants to a miserable death.

There is always a grandmother in every political regime, in every country, in every family, so the metaphor remains timeless, capable of pleasing successive generations and different cultures.

A classic that, despite the years, remains lively and relevant.