Monopoly

Relatable af. This is probably a bit different, but i occasionally email my teacher about questions or venting(he said that's allowed) and doesn't bother replying and ends talking to me about it in my fifth hour when I have him. Like, come on! You could at least say, 'we will talk about this fifth hour' or something! Let me have peace of mind! I'll just constantly worry when I need a reply. Just ugh man..

id prefer a “I’m busy rn but I’ll text you later” rather than 8 hours with no text back wondering wya

"Who are you?" I ask, gazing at the boy. Questions echoed through my mind: Is he an enemy? What is his motive?

My eyes narrow as a study him.

Open starter rp: Unexpected Visitor.

Look- Nothing about Camp half blood was normal. (At least not to mortal standards.) Saytrs played volley ball with campers, Dryads helped serve meals, and monsters roamed certain parts of the woods.

But today was a bit more…Weird than normal.

You had decided to take advantage of the fact that Chiron hadn’t ordered any monster for the woods in a while, He had been busy with new campers so the woods should be relatively empty and safe.

As you wandered the woods you heard footsteps, and heavy breathing.

Somthing or someone was near by.

You turned around, weapon drawn and to your surprise (and relief) It wasn’t a monster- It was a boy, who was probably around 15-17, he had a pale complexion, shaggy black hair, and Dark brown eyes, He wore white pants, and a simple long sleeve top, Both stained with dirt- On the left sleeve of his shirt was dried blood.

The boy quickly raised his hands in surrender as he eyed you, Looking at you, and then your weapon.

What do you do?

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This is Kobie. He's my D&D character. He's a Tabaxi druid. I'm not entirely sure how backstories must be made in D&D, but I was watching a Bluey video that came in my suggestions, and it was about Chilli having a miscarriage. It's sad, but... I wanted to incorporate that in my story with Kobie. Like he has an older sibling or something that never made it out of the womb. It hurts to think about that stuff. I want to put that into my story, but having a character who I can never flesh them out is frustrating and devastating. Because they are dead. It's sad to think about a child who never got to grow up and be a person.

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Ballister/Ambrosius. I'll defend that ship with everything. Also, I absolutely love Nimona. She's such a cool character I love her!

Indie Comics Ships

Round 2

You can find a sample of Nimona (N. D. Stevenson) here

You can read On a Sunbeam (Tillie Walden) here

More under the cut

Ballister and Ambrosius :

Once fellow knights at the Institution, Ballister and Ambrosius went their separate ways the day Ballister lost his arm. Now rejected by all -but the amazing Nimona-, Ballister's slowly but surely become the archnemesis of his ex companion, the Institution's golden boy. Could Nimona assigning herself as Ballister's sidekick with the will of destroying Ambrosius put an end to their chaotic relationship ?

Mia and Grace :

Mia enrolls herself on a space ship hoping against hope to find a way to reunite with her lost love. Parallely, we learn about the start of Mia and Grace's love story at school. Will they find each other again with the help of Aktis' heclectic and lively crew ?

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Heloooo

Hi!

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trying to prove something to my mother ^^

I'm going to state an opinion that is probably very unpopular, and I will probably get hate for it, but that's okay.

I think that it's okay for a teacher, regardless of said teacher's gender, to say they love and care about a student(regardless of student's gender), even if it's unprofessional. They are kids, after all. As long as it's not romantic, inappropriate, or ill-mannered, then it's okay. Some kids need affection from teachers that they might not get at home. So, even if it's unprofessional, it's not necessarily a bad thing.

Once, a paraprofessional(who wanted to be a teacher), had said, 'I have a sharp thing in my hand-' and, to me, it felt like a threat. The feelings didn't process/sink in till later, when I got home. The next day, 5th hour, I mentioned to my English teacher(who is in the same room as the paraprofessional). The para himself had left to go put their snacks in the new high school. While he was gone, I went over to my English teacher after I finished all my Study Skills assignments(I had a few late papers, plus that day's work), I told her about what he said and told her it hurt. I couldn't help but cry. She offered me a hug, and I reluctantly took it(despite my dislike of hugs). She told me he didn't mean it, told me that he had a rough day the day before, because a kid had been saying rude things to them(I think), and it made him a bad mood. She told me he 'loved' me, et cetera. I can't remember all that she said, but she said that he thinks I'm talented, regardless if that's true or not. She said he would never want to hurt me. When he came back, she asked him to come over by her. Me, I was just fidgeting with my Rubik's Cube, trying to do my usual thing of 'pretending I'm fine, nothing is wrong here' thing. My English teacher tried to get me to tell him how I felt, but I repeated, 'I can't,' several times, and then started crying again. I hated myself for that. I hate crying for stupid reasons, especially in front of people. Anyways. He said, 'I feel bad just because you're upset,' not exactly the same way he said it probably, i don't remember, but it gets the point across. My English teacher tried to get me to say it, but I couldn't, she she told him for me. At some point, he muttered something about the kid. I think it was about the things he said. Can't blame him. After it was explained to me, I understood. I understood where he was coming from. But what he said still hurt. I thought he wanted to hurt me because of the serious tone he had. I think... it hurt that bad only because I like him. Technically, he's a paraprofessional, but he pretty much teaches a class, so I always viewed him as a teacher. If I do it like that, you could say he's my favorite 'teacher'. The English teacher is a lot easier to talk to, more understanding, less dismissive, and caring. The para, on the other hand... I mean, regardless of it all, I still think he's cool. It's hard being drawn to someone who seems like he cares less about you with how dismissive he can be. There was this one kid(also the same kid who said those rude things to the para and English teacher) that started calling me a weirdo and a bunch of other things. I don't know him... not really. It was only a tad bit, very little, and I think it's odd how I cared less about the things he said but cared more when the para said something hurtful. Also my English teacher said, in front of the para, that I was one of his favorites and he x

'corrected' her, saying I was his favorite, not just one of them. I don't know if he actually meant that, or he just said that to make me stop being upset.

One time in class he said they aren't supposed to have favorites so he won't tell people that someone is his favorite and the first thing I said was like, 'you probably wouldn't mean it anyway,' and he denied what I said. If he won't tell other students who his favorites are, why would he tell me I'm his favorite? To get me to shut up and stop being so emotional over something stupid?

I have regrets, too. When I was home the day it happened, after I had processed my feelings, I cried awhile(hate it so much), and then I wrote a hateful letter to him. I wouldn't actually give it to him, it's like, 'write letters to the people who hurt you,' type thing. But after the next day, the day he apologized, I regretted it so bad. I feel guilty for it.

Also once time in class he said he moved schools 4 times before coming to our school when he was a kid and I asked why he moved so much but then I said, 'I don't care,' and he paused weirdly. After that, I felt guilty. Still do. I considered asking him why he moved so many times when he was in school before going to our school tomorrow in class. I don't want to feel guilty anymore, and I'm genuinely curious. Is that a bad idea?

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