#coalhillmaths

[coalhillstudents]

@coalhillmaths

[coalhillstudents]

martha and danny totally have something going on. i don't have proof, but i can tell.

No, are you thick? Mr Pink is gay. Secret’s in the name.

I’m pretty sure Miss Jones doesn’t want or need a man, anyway. If she had a theme song, it would be All the Single Ladies.

Tell me I’m right, @coalhillmartha, @coalhillmaths

[starsoswald-blog]

"I don’t understand how me dressing up as a present benefits anyone…"

Send one of the following for my Muse's reaction (Winter version)

❝ — It benefits me ‘cause you look adorable! ❞

[xnotpossible-archive]

☠

All Clara knew was pain. Red hot pain burning through her from where the bullet had punctured her shoulder. Her face scrunched up and she let out a cry of pain, before curling into herself and practically collapsing to the ground.

Of course, she preferred to be in this agony herself than to have to watch Danny cope with it, but that didn't change her pain in the slightest. While she was fighting desperately to put on a brave face for Danny, it was becoming more and more impossible as the seconds ticked by.

She was taking in quick, shallow breaths of air, and she felt as though she was about to collapse. But she was desperately clinging to consciousness, trying to stay there for Danny.

"Da-- Danny," she gasped out. There was more that she wanted to say, but she couldn't force herself to speak through the pain anymore. All she managed was a sob, before she closed her eyes tightly and tried in vain to control the pain.

[xnotpossible-archive]

"You know, if you want to just relax and take the day off, I don't think anyone would blame you."

"What are you talking about, Danny? I'm perfectly fine. I don't need to relax."

[xnotpossible-archive]

♦

Send me a “♦” for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

"... .. . Lies."

[wednesdayswithclara-archive]

"Fingers Through Your Hair"

Send Me "Fingers Through Your Hair" for My Muse's reaction to opening their eyes and finding their head layed back in Your Muse's lap, while Your Muse Strokes their hair..

Clara hadn't even realized that she had fallen asleep in Danny's lap after a long evening of grading. Her eyes opened slowly and she smiled up at him still a little groggy. "Hi there. How long have I been asleep? Hope I haven't had you trapped for too long."

[theburntsouffle]

❣

Put ❣ in my inbox and I’ll generate a number to see what you get!

4. My muse blindfolded, legs spread by a spreader bar, hands tied behind their back

Lilith’s wrists twisted against the rope tied around them. They were stuck where they were behind her back, just like her legs were trapped in something that had them spread wide enough to nearly hurt. She might have felt better in her position if she could actually see.

She paused when she heard footsteps, looking up even though she knew she wouldn’t be able to see the person. “Hello?”