#hopewielding

@shattered-catalyst​ @hitsharder​ @deviatingsoftware​ 

I also replied to some older threads, which I don’t expect as much of anything insofar as response goes, but I’ll list those too, from @hopewielding​ and @ribbonsandbo​

I also have two replies of my own to do for @itakeaftermymother​ and @misterwisdom​

@fangedfirecracker had me take another look, and sure enough, there he was! He was also at the rehearsal for some reason. My guess is because Jubilee was there and she threatened him HE WENT TO SHOW SUPPORT.

Agreed he was one of the first to split, though. I didn’t spot him anywhere at the reception. Soon as the wedding he was dragged to fell through, he noped out of there like, <>“But--”<happy gets awkward for me. I’m not dealing with this awkward Jerry Springer nightmare.>>

“Did they ever even *show* Jerry Springer in England?”

Ah, the familiar sensation of judgement and a foreboding argument was nearing her. That could only mean one thing. Kitty Pryde must be around. Perhaps Emma still wasn’t always welcomed at this school, but it was still her school. And people must not forget that. 

    So perhaps sitting in an empty classroom wasn’t the classiest thing she’s done. But God does she miss this. Being in front of a  classroom. The feeling of a wooden desk under her hands. The smell of a chalkboard. The sensation of looking in your students eyes while you spoke. Talked. Talking. Teaching. Inspiring.

but for how long

No matter how many times he’s practiced this over in his head, Bobby still can’t find the courage to do it. He’s made multiple arrangements to meet with Kitty, but every time he’s either flaked, through circumstance or just playing it off as being forgetful or busy, or he’s downright chickened out and come up with something else. But today he has to, he knows he’s had to talk to Kitty for a while, but he didn’t have the motivation. Today there was going to be a story on Buzzfeed, he’d been e-mailed for a comment so he knew the story was coming, and he couldn’t let her find out like that. He should have done this sooner, talked to her, just fessed up to it, but he couldn’t find the courage to do; he never could find that courage. But with time travel nonsense, Bobby found himself backed against a brick wall, an angry mob with pitchforks and torches surrounding him; as if he hadn’t been there before.

           ❛   i’m not  mad,  katya,  i’m  BORED.  i don’t think the kids are going to have any fun with this, either.  i think we should go with  your  idea and ignore everything betsy suggested. what does  she  know, anyway  ?   ❜