#manswcrld

[teachermade-blog]

@manswcrld || starter ♥

She hated having to call parents for the first time. It was always a struggle to get out who she was and why she was calling. Looking at the file on her desk, she admired the little girls photo as the line rang on her end. The story that came with the picture was quite possibly the saddest thing she’d ever had to read. She couldn’t imagine what the little girl was going through. When the line finally got picked up, she closed the file and began twirling a piece of her hair.

“Hello! Hi. This is Mr. Ford, yes?” she asked, rubbing her forehead now. When she received confirmation that it was indeed him, she continued on, “My name is Norah Thomas. I’m your daughter Sophia’s teacher. I was wondering if there was a time you could come in to sit down and talk?”

[iinturbidus]

             @manswcrld ❤️’d

It was a simple enough question, though that had never really been the issue for Norma. Gentle hands tap at her pockets for her notebook but to no avail, and suddenly a deer-in-headlights look appears on delicate features. “N.. N-” The one syllable, not even a complete word, takes around ten seconds to come out fully. Instead of continuing, she settles for a shake of her head. 

[c0kehead-arch]

@manswcrld

It was an absolute BLOOD - BATH . The walls , the floor , across stair banisters . Everything was painted crimson , and the smell was overwhelming ; A metallic scent that coated one’s sinuses and tongue , it would have been nauseating if Tate hadn’t grown so use to the stench of death . The old floorboards creaked under unexplained weight as he drew closer to the taped off scene .  ( THIS ONE WASN’T HIS FAULT !! )  The bodies were already covered with sheets of plastic to preserve ... whatever . It was causing memories of his own demise to come to the forefront of his brain , and make anxiety stir in the pit of his belly . Tate’s hands clenched against the stained banister , descending down a few more stairs .

[damnedcrybaby]

@manswcrld & lil’ Alfendi / FUN FACTS WITH CAROLINE!!

She... she should probably be ashamed of herself. 

Sitting here in a University Library, next to an actual child, asking his opinion on the paper she’d written. IT ISN’T HER FAULT THE BOY WAS SO SMART, or that he was one of the few people around campus that actually didn’t seem to mind her questions or company in general. College felt worse than high school had, really-- she’d fit in back then. Here, though, among all the budding adults... well, she’d at least found some sort of comradery with little Alfendi...

“You ain’t the only one who knows stuff, ya know,” delicately, she tapped the end of her pencil’s eraser to his shoulder- “Did’ya know camels have three eyelids?” If she’d known what sorta face a camel would make, she’d have gone with that, but instead Caroline merely fluttered eyelashes to somehow represent the silly little fact. “It’s so sand don’t get stuck in their eyes.”

This had absolutely nothing to do with her paper, unfortunately.

[patiencetaught]

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learn how to romance the little lady | accepting

{{ she is very fond of pet names. both giving them and receiving them, and she loves old-fashioned ones and ones in other languages too. }}