A kid was walking around school wearing this today and didn’t receive a single comment from administration.
Meanwhile, I was pulled over twice by them to mention how “incredibly short” my bottoms were.
Last time I checked, my shorts don’t reference blowjobs.
Quit sexualizing things that aren’t meant to be suggestive.
One of the few posts about dress codes on this website that I can agree is absolute bullshit.
How the guy can get away with wearing that shirt, but the girl gets in trouble for wearing what she’s wearing - which isn’t even the least bit revealing aside from, maybe, her legs - is awful.
I’ve gotten in trouble for wearing a shirt with two Boos on it saying “Quit looking at my Boos!”. and seen multiple guys wear shirts with crude humor and get away with it.
I just don’t even
Doctor Who: SCREAMING
Star Trek: CRYING AND PAWING AT GLASS
Primeval: Used to it.
CONNOR TEMPLE FAN CHALLENGE - Day 5
↳ favorite BAMF moment: Connor saves Abby
He charges through an anomaly with no idea what is on the other side (well except for giant terrifying mercreatures, he had a pretty good idea they were going to be there..), rescues Abby from one of said mercreatures, is willing the sacrifice his own life rather than leave her behind, and manages to save the day.
Let’s play a game called ‘Stay up late and hate myself in the morning’
‘on a school night’ edition
with unlockable bonus round ‘finals week’
expansion pack: ‘don’t do anything productive’
DLC: ‘Client Projects Edt’
Survival Mode: Parents ON
Au Conphen!Verse : Resignation
AN: I debated for the past week and a half (or so) about what to do with the next part. I wasn’t sure if I wanted Connor to be the one who got shot, or if i wanted anyone to get shot at all. Tried two different versions, but this one is definitely better and more emotional. Angst all around! *sheepish*
“Connor!” Stephen’s heart seemed to stop, and he froze, watching as Abby caught Connor’s weight and helped him to sit. Blood welled up from Connor’s left shoulder, beneath where his fingers pressed against the wound. Jenny was already calling an ambulance on her mobile, and Nick was hovering, clearly feeling helpless. Abby glanced up at Stephen, reaching over to press against the wound hersself. Connor cried out in pain, a little whimper as he gritted his teeth. The sound broke through to Stephen, and he rushed forwards to his boyfriend’s side, sinking down to his knees to stroke Connor’s face and push his hair out of his eyes, twining his fingers with those of Connor’s right.
“Conn? Open your eyes, love, please?” Stephen choked out. “Oh G-d, I’m sorry, Connor, I didn’t - it wasn’t supposed to - please, look at me?” Connor’s jaw tensed even more, and Stephen knew he was suppressing more cries of pain. His eyes fluttered infitesimably, but the tracker noticed, holding his breath. The younger man looked at Stephen out of pain-narrowed eyes, eyebrows knitted together and tears streaming down his cheeks. He returned the pressure on Stephen’s fingers, and the man let out the breath in a gasp of relief.
Nick finally stopped hovering, crouching beside them. He and Abby discussed Connor’s wound in hushed tones, and then Connor whimpered again as the pressure shifted, Nick’s hand replacing Abby’s, pressing slightly harder.
“The Ambulance is on its way. Ten minutes at the most.” Jenny informed them, her own jaw tight when Stephen glanced at her.
“You hear that, Conn?” Stephen asked, stroking Connor’s cheek. A very slight nod was his reply. Connor’s eyes were half-lidded, watery still, and Stephen wondered if holding back his cries of pain was more detrimental than giving in to it would be. He hoped Connor wouldn’t hyperventilate.
* * *
A small, fragile part of him that was terrified of losing the love of his life guiltily acknowledged that he wished anyone else than Connor had been hit by that bullet. He’d really, truly rather no one had gotten hurt at all, of course! But to have it be Connor…
Helen was probably laughing somewhere, knowing what she’d caused him to do. Stephen wasn’t sure whose finger had pulled the trigger. He’d been so focused on getting it to point away that he’d put his friends’ lives at risk.
He kissed Connor’s lips gently where his boyfriend lay unconscious in a hospital bed, and then sat down in the chair beside the bed. Connor was alright, and he’d be ready to go home in a week’s time; thankfully the bullet’d been a ‘clean through-and-through’, and Connor’s wound - now bandaged up in thick white Elastoplast - had not been life threatening.
Despite that, Stephen finished typing up his resignation, hesitating for a moment with the cursor over the send button. Did he want to do this?
Another look at Connor, knowing it was his fault, made his decision for him. Stephen clicked the button, and the letter was sent to Lester.
He didn’t know what he’d tell his boyfriend when he came to. Connor wouldn’t agree at all with his choice.
HAHA WHERE DID THEY EVEN COME FROM?!