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[professor-dave-katz]

“Wow, I am getting old.” Dave held the paper further from his face trying to find the spot where his eyes could focus on it. He’d forgotten his reading glasses on the counter at home, after working on Avery’s homework with her. It wouldn’t be a problem, if he didn’t have a stack of midterms to grade. “Maybe it’s just their handwriting?” He mused to no one in particular. The teacher’s lounge was empty, so he’d opted to work in there and take over a larger table. 

“Hey, can you read this? I can’t tell if it’s me or their writing anymore.”

[toulouse-bonfamille-delacroix]

Faerie Queen | Open

The leaves turned the same fiery color as Toulouse’s ringlets in the fall, prompting the young photographer to take a walk. Shrugging on her favorite slouchy olive cardigan, she laced up a pair of hand painted Converse and slung her messenger bag on her shoulder. The weight of her Polaroid camera bounced against her thigh as she padded down the stairs and burst out through the doors into the chilled air.  Growing up in LA hadn’t let her experience falls like this, and she loved it.

The school was surrounded by forest, thinning out to reveal pocket beaches along the coast. The beach to the north, Beard’s Hollow, was Toulouse’s favorite place to go. She turned down the dirt trail that lead to the beach, stopping along the way to collect leaves and pine boughs from the trees as she passed, dainty fingers weaving them together into a circlet fir for the Queen of the Faeries. She paused at the sand’s edge to toe off her shoes before reaching the boulder studded beach. Copper hair adorned with her crown, Toulouse perched on a smooth boulder for a moment to dig through her bag, looking over her shoulder at the sound of approaching footsteps.

“Oh, hi there!” She greeted the newcomer brightly, forgetting about the wreath she wore on her head. 

[pongo-talks-with-his-hands-blog]

Ryan slipped around the corner of the shelf, crouching and peeking down the stacks for any sign of his ever-patient wife. They had always played a casual game of hide and seek for as long as they’d been dating, and the small university made a perfect venue for their game. He’d accompanied Perdy to the library on the first floor of the castle, and while she’d been looking for the book she’d come for, he’d slipped away.

Noticing a student looking curiously at him, he held up one finger to his lips in the universal gesture for Shhh.

Don’t tell her I’m here, okay? He signed.

[tricksterlovinggoddess]

Blonde brows furrowed as he narrowed lapis eyes at the pages before him, taking a drag from the lit death stick between his fingers. “Well aren’t you a tricky son of a bitch?” he muttered under his breath. Everyone was right, Houck was a sadistic asshole. Slamming the book shut, Philip let twin pale plumes of smoke escape his nostrils, sitting back as he tried to figure out what the pompous prick was really wanting from his students. 

[pongo-talks-with-his-hands-blog]

Open

Even though it was Sunday, Ryan was up and dressing for a run. Old habits and all. He’d put himself through college on a baseball scholarship, and it had required him to develop certain routines to stay in shape and keep his position. And he’d maintained that routine ever since high school. He still played baseball, but there really was no reason to anymore. Except for Perdy. Perdy enjoyed the results of his efforts. To him, it was worth it.

Campus was quiet when he parked, well... at least there wasn’t a lot of activity going on. Perdy had told him she could hear the ocean and all the birds in the trees when they’d first arrived. So maybe it wasn’t quiet, but it was still. He took a moment to untangle his headphones and pull up Spotify on his phone, fitting the earbuds in his ears. Probably a strange sight, he realized, seeing one of his sign students look at him oddly. Despite most of the school’s perception of him, he wasn’t actually completely deaf. Just mostly. He turned the music all the way up and felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned to see the person who’d touched him, a friendly smile on his face, completely forgetting that normal people removed earphones in circumstances like these. He raised an eyebrow expectantly, urging them to say what they’d wanted to.

[the-scarred-king]

Skylar stalked down the hall wearing his usual scowl,a look he’d perfected over the years. He was on his way to his office but his phone buzzing in his jacket stopped him in his tracks. He grumbled as he patted himself down,searching for it.His frown soon disappeared though,when he saw who had text him.

[TEXT] {Gina Genie} Remember,Poptart no grumpy face today or i’ll  come smother  you with love until you're happy again.

She was very good at doing that,she wasn’t even around and she had him grinning like an idiot. A rare sight around campus that was for sure. His phone buzzed again.

[TEXT] {Gina Genie} "Want to desecrate Dave's desk tonight after he leaves?"

That one had him grinning from ear to ear,oh the look on his face would be priceless...He was so busy fantasizing that he hadn’t realised he was getting dangerously close to the wall,his instincts kick in just in time to stop him from crashing into it.Perhaps if he had,he’d end up passing it to some poor sap who happened to be walking by. That had happened with Gina when he stubbed his toe,around the time all the strange things started happening. After staring at the wall his face almost collided with he realised he was being watched. “Morning” He says slowly,doing his best to act casual.He places his phone back in his pocket and begins to readjust himself,smoothing down his suit and his hair. 

[pretty-perdy-signs-blog]

“Yesterday was a nightmare. A hallucination of some sort? I didn’t have wings. . .I cannot have had wings. There’s. . .it was all a very bad dream, right?” Claude frowned, trying to think of a possible explanation for what happened. . .or what couldn’t have happened. “I fell. . .then I had wings. . .and. . .no.” He wasn’t aware of whether or not anyone was near him, he wouldn’t have cared either way. What he cared about was if what happened . . .really happened. Then again, floating physics professors, hook handed lit professors, a random unicorn and even a dragon. . .well it was become clearer that the experience was probably real, causing his sallow skin to pale even further, though it didn’t seem possible. 

[mad-as-a-hatley-blog]

A Mad Tea Party

Matt was sat crosslegged on the grass,a black and white checkered rug spread out beneath him. A set of teacups was laid out in four places,one for him and three others. He appeared to be talking to the three empty places as if someone was there. Something a child would do,but Matt was basically a child who refused to grow up. “Alright everyone,tea time” Then he turned to look at the place to his right as if someone had spoke. “But of course! He exclaimed,pointing to it. “It’s always time for tea!” He took off his top hat and replaced it with a spare tea cup next to the teapot.  He, poured himself a cup of tea,adding sugar and milk before stirring it. Miraculously the cup barely even budged with all the motions,he had an unusually good sense of balance. He brought the cup of tea to his lips,taking a sip.  “Ah,now that’s a cup of tea.” How he must look to everyone else. He felt someone watching him so he looks up and simply smiled at them like nothing he was doing was odd at all