Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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resilientboned:
❛ i can’t believe you’re disrespecting nicki like this, sir. ❜ she turns her gaze to the paper, falling silent as she looks over her grade. well almost silent, she’s still humming and bopping in her seat to the next line of the song.
“no. nicki, i like.” he’s making his rounds with the papers, dropping them onto everybody’s desks; there’s an awful lot of C minuses floating around the room right now. “you’re not nicki.”
for @100021.
“leslie spells his name with an -ie, not an -ey.”
Should he be stopping him? Yes. but he doubts that saying anything will solve the problem anyway, and he might as well let him finish the sentence so it at least makes sense. Squinting at the words, he frowns.
“that true?”
chaosmaking:
Alfie doesn’t care much that in the past week the entire school has run awry with more rumours than fact, he adores being in the spotlight; and he loves the fact that the majority of gossip ( typically about Leslie ) was started from him. But, it seemed, teachers did give a shit about this type of thing, and as such he heard his name called at the end of class. A groan, punctuated by an eye-roll, later, he made his way over to the guy.
“If this is about me punching that guy yesterday, it was completely in self defence.”
“no, it’s not about that.” the teacher in him wants to ask which guy, but the rest of him knows that he doesn’t have time for this. he’s going to dinner with elaine tonight and he promised he wouldn’t be late, for once -- which means that alfie is going to have to not be a shit.
“you and leslie. what’s happening?”
resilientboned:
cue the slight drop in her voice, mischievous smile as she whisper raps the next line straight to her teacher’s face. ❛ ……. i let him hit it ‘cause he slang cocaiiiine.❜
it’s with a heavy sigh that he drops a graded paper on her desk. “let him hit it on your own damn time, autumn.”
resilientboned:
OPEN / ALL FOLLOWERS.
❛ pussy put his ass to sleep now he’s callin’ me nyquil. ❜
❛ now that bang, bang, bang …❜
“girls---- can it put his ass to sleep AFTER class?”
for @chaosmaking.
how is it that he always draws the short straw? the break room has been, as the kids would say, “lit” with discussion of all the drama that they’ve managed to cause for themselves. silas doesn’t care, but since it’s apparently ruled as disruptive and both of the culprits are a students of his, he’s been asked to talk to them. he pounces at the end of a class, because there’s no way he’s actually setting aside time for this.
“alfie.” he waits to see which of the twins turns around, because he doesn’t fucking know the difference, and then beckons him over. “a word.”
He didn’t let the correction knock his confidence, “Nah, not me. But I heard teachers get bonuses if everyone in all their classes pass. An’ I don’t really wanna be a sophomore for another year… You probably want the raise… I mean, c’mon, it’s just smart.”
“Don’t need a bonus.” What would he spend it on, anyway? “Study, kid. S’not as hard as you think.”
sinclcir:
“Yet times have changed–I don’t need a tardy note anymore.”
Luther is more than amused, he’s never had any shame in regards to what other people thought of him, even if that stretched to tainting his morals. So he shoots Silas some finger guns and laughs. There’s no threat here.
“…Seniors, sure.” No shame. “Dealing drugs is illegal, you know?”
“fuckin’ menace.”
but at least he isn’t silas’ problem anymore. still, as much as he pretends not to care, he always likes to see how students are doing once they graduate -- or once they just leave, in luther’s case.
“both of us know that.” he scratches the side of his neck, thoughtful. “thought i saw you last week. bleachers. junior cheerleaders.”
guiltlxss:
❛ hey there. name’s loic , i’ll be your waiter t’night. you need a few more minutes with the menu ? ❜
@driftingwest = c u s t o m e r .
“---been sitting here five seconds. yeah, i need a minute.”
bccephus:
Smug satisfaction washed over Bo’s face, sometimes having a teacher who gave less of a damn than you was pretty damn good. “Knew we could come to some arrangement.”
“Kid--- I meant it’s no problem for me if you fail.”
animacorruptibilis:
HE KNOWS THE GUY IS a hard-ass when he wants to be, but dean with the silver tongue has been smooth-talking teachers since he realized it was an option. sometimes, however, smooth-talking reverts to pleas.
❛ come on, man. if you’re not gonna read it, will you at least not fail me? i really need the grade. ❜
“if your paper is good enough, you’ll get the grade.”
he’s never seen the point in babying kids or giving them a free ride just because they’re on a damn sports team. hell, by that logic he’d have to give As to most of the dumb ones, and he refuses.
dimebet:
what: closed open. verse: the kids are alright.
“You may think I’m fairly loud and obnoxious but in all actuality, I am very shy and timid. I’m like a small animal. Approach me calmly with a snack.”
he isn’t so sure that’s true. joey is obnoxious as fuck, but whatever -- he’ll bite, if only because he doesn’t have the energy not to. “---’ve got gum or smokes. pick one.”
BO BURNHAM: MAKE HAPPY SENTENCE STARTERS.
“you should not laugh.”
“you should not forget about your problems.”
“the world is not funny.”
“i have no idea what’s going on over there.”
“what are they fighting about?”
“i can’t wrap my mind around exactly why i’m here.”
“you wanna be happy, well, get in line.”
“i love the idea of you.”
“that wasn’t clever, just mean.”
“do not give those dumb fucks any credit.”
“honesty’s for the birds, baby.”
“why is there a little boy living alone down the lane?”
“am i the only one concerned for this little boy?”
“if you’re writing honestly, that’s art.”
“that’s textbook pandering.”
“that’s a scarecrow, thought it was a human woman, sorry.”
“i hope you’re feeling me subtextually.”
“the boots i’m wearing cost three grand.”
“you don’t know what land you’re in.”
“they’re lying and manipulating you.”
“you deserve better.”
“thank you, weird man. bye.”
“culture’s over, everybody, we lost.”
“how dare they think them fucking around is worthy of your attention?”
“yeah, ‘whoo’ that sadness out.”
“if you want love, lower your expectations a lot.”
“if he’s got a thing for feet, say, fuck it, sweep me off them.”
“you might think your dick’s a gift, but i promise, it’s not.”
“but deep down we know we don’t deserve it.”
“we all deserve love, even on the days we aren’t our best.”
“original doesn’t mean good.”
“why are you holding a jar of mayonnaise?”
“touché, bitch.”
“i have to clean it up because you’ll only mess it up more if you do.”
“flaming hot cheetos are not for pussies.”
“they’re not sponsoring me, i’m just trying to get them to.”
“do not stick with me through thick.”
“if i stop entertaining you, kick me to the curb.”
“man, if only i was anybody else at all.”
“i went through a pretty rough breakup recently.”
“it’s over.”
“we shouldn’t fight to stay together just to fight again.”
“eat a dick.”
if you don’t like this dick sitch, eat a dick, bitch.”
“i try to speak to you but you don’t listen.”
“honestly, are you fucking five?”
“i’m saying how i’m feeling and you’re saying ‘eat a dick’ over and over again, does that seem mature to you?”
“i’m hurt and i’m trying to hide it.”
“i thought we had a future together.”
“i didn’t think you’d cry for me.”
“i thought you were lashing out in anger but now i see you’re scared.”
“maybe we can work this out and not break up.”
“you think three lousy tears offsets three years of shit?”
“you’re not what i need, hon; lick this clit then leave, son.”
“can i say my shit?”
“i’ve got lots of shit to say.”
“i can’t fit my hand inside a pringle can.”
“you think you can, i know you can’t.”
“irony can be so painful.”
“dude, you should’ve warned me.”
“half the shit inside my burrito spilled out.”
“i wouldn’t have got the _______ if i knew it wouldn’t fit.”
“truth is, my biggest problem’s you.”
“i wanna please you but i wanna stay true to myself.”
“a part of me loves you, a part of me hates you.”
“i don’t think that i can handle this right now.”
“if you hated it, that’s fair.”
“on a scale of one to zero, are you happy?”
“i really wanna try to get happy.”
“i wouldn’t even want it if i got it.”
“oh god, my dad was right.”
“you’re everything you hated, are you happy?”
for @sinclcir.
“you didn’t even come here every day when you were a student.”
silas is on his way in when he spots the other lurking, and he could so easily tell him to get off the premises, but that would involve an argument far longer than any he can be bothered to have. besides, he isn’t hurting anyone.
“dealing, or sleeping with the seniors?”
me, living my life: chaotic stupid
dimebet:
shit. on all of the days to ‘forget’ his book. clearing his throat a little once more to make sure all traces of the chips are gone, joey offers mr. selleck the blankest stare before there’s a calm, slightly petrified smile. the focus is on him and he shifts. he takes comfort, though, in that knowledge that jane is back there, grinning. “would love to, teach, but I……don’t really think I can.”
it’s fucking painful. he knows that he could do more to make this class interesting and to make the kids care, but what is the point in even trying when all they want to do is eat chips and not bring their things to class? he sighs, eyes closing for just a second before he looks up again.
“what kinda chips you got there, joe?”
honestly, fuck this lesson plan. just fuck it.
animacorruptibilis:
HIS EYEBROWS RAISE TOWARDS HIS hairline. he knows the guy is apathetic to say the most, but — really? he supposes he’ll have to enact plan b, & he does so by dropping his paper to his side & cocking his head over.
❛ mr. selleck, do you go to the football games on friday nights? ❜
he doesn’t like reading half-assed work when it’s a final draft, so why would he ever want to read a half-assed first try? unimpressed, he watches dean.
“no.” sometimes, but saying sometimes would give the kid hope, and he doesn’t want that.
