#fuckingthiscat

“I thought I was the only one who knows about this place this time of week.”

Her and the bartender, at least, with Trish sipping on her iced tea and enjoying the privacy that the tiny gay bar with almost zero traffic during weekdays has. It has been her and Jessica’s favorite place to go to some while ago, yet she still finds herself driving there, away from curious eyes who seemed to be just about everywhere these days.

The reason why she speaks to the man two bar stools away is not because she feels like chatting to a stranger, per se, but because there is something familiar about him and well - Trish Walker has always been curious.

there is not so much as a GLANCE  back as the desk CRASHES and splinters onto the ground behind her. standing on the doorway with the newest member of staff, kelly calmly speaks, ❛ first years. they can be a bit of a handful. ❜   a hand is extended,  sly smile tugging at the corner of her lips. 

           ❛ congratulations. ❜

I MEAN...

           if his current biology teacher wouldn’t move him out of the class then billy would just have to find ANOTHER way out. he’d heard rumors of the newest faculty member of course, and the sheer look of anger on tiff tarbell’s face when he’d seen her leave the teacher’s class has been simply PRICELESS, billy just knew he had to find a way in. 

          he just wished he’d chosen to do it before lunch, when he wasn’t covered in spitballs and tatertot remnants. act confident, bloom, you know what you want - now do what your mother would do and go GET IT. a swift and confident knock at the door marks his entrance as he bursts into the room.