How to boarding school au

buckyballbearing:

draconiclullaby:

buckyballbearing:

draconiclullaby:

buckyballbearing:

Oh hey bc I’m sick and I don’t see this around a lot, let’s talk boarding school AUs! Because yeah, college AUs are good start, but there’s a few fun details that make boarding schools stand out:

  • First of all, everything you read in fanfic about situational gayness is true. I’m serious. When you’re set up to live, work, and play at school (and usually with strict controls preventing you from leaving campus) you start to seek affection wherever you can find it. One of the reasons I didn’t realize I was bi for years was how completely normal it was for people to cuddle regardless of gender or sexual preference. Packs of completely straight-identified dudes and even dating het couples would curl up and do homework on the regular. Imagine how confusing it would be for your OTP if they first met bc they were cuddling in a puppy pile along with tons of other potential partners.
  • Not all boarding schools are for the rich. Some are reform schools. Some are organized around a specific topic, like science or the arts. Some exist simply because students are spread out too far to commute back and forth. My school was sponsored by the government, so the most I had to do was pay for supplies and a train ticket up there once a quarter. (Yes, just like Hogwarts.)
  • The true enemy is the staff. Not that bullying doesn’t still exist, but when you live together 24/7, a funny thing happens. You might not always like each other, but you quickly start to realize you have a common enemy - the adults in charge of this zoo. And when you have a common enemy, it’s easier to get along. 99% of our teenage spite was redirected from each other to the security guards who prevented us from innocently taking each other’s clothes off in the bushes, which meant we didn’t beat the shit out of each other so much.
  • Related, everyone becomes an exhibitionist. Similar to the confusing lines around being gay/straight/whatever, when you’re trapped at school you have no place to go to get it on. So when people do become involved, they either have to find a super secret hiding place (like a jammed elevator) or get used to banging next to three or four other couples at the one makeout spot with low visibility. (Which may change weekly, given the aforementioned staff. I remember one time watching a lazy security guard mount a giant headlight assembly on a pole, stand back, and sweep the high beam back and forth over a hillside. Half-naked couples scattered like rabbits.)
  • You will probably almost kill yourselves once a semester, but it will be okay as long as no one notices. Unless you’re at one of the mythical rich kid schools where idk, everyone has their own helicopter, you pretty much have to invent your own fun. My school had restrictions around tvs and video games because blah blah “being healthy”, so we also spent a lot of time outside trying to figure out what the fuck to do. Protip to staff: this is actually way less healthy than video games and computers, because bored teens can and will fucking destroy themselves by accident. Example: one trend we came up with was human versions of all board games, not just chess. This sounds kind of adorable and innocent, until the incident where we attempted Human Jenga. Protip to everyone else: DO NOT PLAY HUMAN JENGA. Even if you’re being very careful about stacking people, eventually the sheer weight of the stack will start to smother the people down below even if you thought their chest was clear. And if they can’t breathe, they can’t let you know they are dying. We almost lost the bottom row over that. (No staff ever found out.)
  • Prank wars are real, and they get out of hand. Again, when well-meaning adults force you to make your own fun: fun is prone to escalate. Food fights become whole dorm events; nerds get revenge by fucking with goddamn everyone. One time some friends and I got access to a guy’s computer, put a back door in it, took control of his machine remotely and convinced him he’d created an emergent AI. Another time I got line of sight to a window in a rival dorm and took down their computer every time someone started a paper. In retrospect these are all extremely dick moves but uh I was not always aligned good in high school.

That’s all I can think of for now - go forward and sin with pride!

You learn how to sneak around really well…. 

Shit yeah that is also true

My roommate had a boyfriend who learned how to climb gutter pipes for illicit visits at night

Also we played Assassins a lot on campus which required both stealth and intense paranoid

You were assigned a target name and snuck around school with a plastic knife at all times ready to stab them

Jeez! I learned how to be invisible and literally hide in front of the dorm counselors faces. It was so wild. One evening after lights-out I snuck down to a friends room and was literally 3 feet away from the door when the dorm counselor came in. All they needed to do was glance to the right. 

Another time I was sneaking to my girlfriend’s room after lights-out. My dorm counselor (different one from previous story) was still awake and her office was still wide open. She was sitting in a chair watching TV. Did I mention the chair was facing the door? So, I recalled all the stories about no sudden movements blend into the background etc. I creeped by pretty as you please without her even noticing that I was there. 

 A friend of mine became the equivalent of a mob boss. She had people who owed/did favors for her and she monopolized the ramen and soda industry within the dorms. 

Also, one never stops jumping at the sound of jingling keys…..

THE KEYS ARE TOO REAL

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knitmeapony:

bamf-happens:

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Imagine your otp

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ultimate-hamiltrash:

writing-prompt-s:

We are all born with a tattoo on our wrist, it reads the first sentence spoken to you by your soulmate. Your sentence: “Hey!”

Edward Castle has truly and utterly given up on his soulmate. When you’ve got at least 25 people a day shouting “Hey!” at you, even putting the effort to look for your soulmate is completely pointless.


The cursive “Hey!” lies on his skin like a curse, or so he’s always thought. His best mate’s sentence was the name of his now wife of 3 years, and his sister’s was “You’re hired!” (that made for a very awkward conversation, which left his sister without a job, but that’s a whole other story.) 

Edward’s daily commute is hell for him, as the multitude of people yelling “Hey!” at him (most likely to get him to move) put him on edge, because what if he really did end up meeting his soulmate on the train to his 9am Psych lecture? Lecture….

Oh shit. Lecture. That thing I’m currently sitting in.” he thought to himself, just as his professor excused the class. At this stage, it was pretty normal for him to lose focus during the Mandarin lecture, but if anything that was really his fault for adding a 5pm elective on his one full day of lectures. 

Exhausted and done with the day, Edward rummaged in his bag for his MetroCard (which his Foreign Affairs professor would be returning to him at 2pm on Friday, it seemed) when his Creative Writing task flew onto the concrete of the street, just barely missing a puddle of unidentifiable liquid.

“What does your soulmate tattoo mean to you?”

The question stood out like a sore thumb, and frankly, he had been putting the task off since he received it (the very first lecture). But now it was due tomorrow.

“Shit. Off to Wanda’s 24/7 then.” Edward proclaimed to nobody in particular, feet already guiding him down the path he’d walked a million times over, the stresses of either mountains of assignments or exams clouding his thoughts until he stepped into the familiar place, which always seemed to smell of burnt coffee and familiar faces working behind the counter. 

As he stepped in, the scent of the burnt coffee welcomely filled his lungs, but Wanda (the spritely ninety-something year old woman who’d been running the diner since her late thirties) had put all of her new staff on the same shift for a change, most likely by accident (she hated people not being able to see a familiar face when they walked in). Wordlessly, Edward took a booth in the surprisingly calm diner, pulling out his laptop and notes before any of the waiters had even processed his arrival.

“Hey!” a chirpy voice jabbered.

“Strong.” Edward replied curtly. After a few short seconds,

“…The strongest coffee you can get me, please. I’m gonna be a while.” he blurted out, not really caring about how he was addressing this seemingly nice waiter at this stage.

“Well, that certainly makes more sense.” the waiter responded. After another fleeting second of this waiter not moving, Edward looked up.

He did not expect to be met with a singular word tattooed on a much more masculine wrist than he was expecting, not that he minded in the slightest.

“Strong.” 

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littlestartopaz:

writing-prompt-s:

Everyone is born with a smudge that clears into a black tattoo when they turn 18. It is discovered the text equates to a username. Later, we discover it is not actually your destined username, but that of your other half. It is unknown whether this other half is your true love or nemesis.

@words-writ-in-starlight best soulmate au ever?

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Meet Cute: Shock & Awe

fuckyeahcharacterdevelopment:

  • You just decimated that cat-caller, please marry me?
  • I’m moving and as I was carrying my table out of my old building I dropped it and a leg fell off and I cannot deal with this today but you just said ‘I got this’, busted a hammer and nails out of your purse, and started fixing my table in the middle of the sidewalk? 
  • I saw somebody following you so I was trying to catch up and tell you but I was too late and you just stone cold judo-flipped that mugger and I was going to offer to make sure you got home safe but on second thought would you mind walking me home?
  • My incredibly stupid cat just jumped out of my apartment window after a bird and you caught her in your arms like a baby and looked up, stared me dead in the eye and said “I think you dropped something” 
  • You walked into my shop, ordered three black coffees like you were on a coffee run for your friends or something, and then shotgunned them one after another right in front of me and I am concerned 
  • Due to some kind of accidental spark all of the fireworks in the back of my car are now all exploding at the same time so I abandoned ship only to watch you bust out a fire extinguisher and rescue my poor car how can I thank you 

brainsforbabyjesus:

brainsforbabyjesus:

You know that soulmate AU trope where the first thing your soulmate(s) says to you is some how magically engraved on your wrist? Why are those stories set in worlds that are otherwise socially normal?

I mean really. If everything was exactly the same except for this trope think of how many people would have hello written on their wrist. Think of how many people would meet the wrong person but hit it off anyway and think well this must be my soulmate(s) because we get along more or less. Think of how many people would get married and have a life and a dog and like start up some kind of artisanal meat market or something and then find out that they married the “wrong” person. Like, people wouldn’t be signing prenups, this is your soulmate it should last forever. So now you’re stuck in this crazy legal battle with your fake soulmate while your real soulmate is like trying to fend off people who also have hello on their wrist and think they’re making the wrong choice. Divorce lawyers would probably make it big in this hypothetical world.

But. I don’t think the above is actually all that likely when you consider that this would be a world where everyone knows that the first thing you say to your soulmate(s) is on your wrist. I think a whole world of this trope would basically teach people that you don’t say hello to strangers.

Instead you blurt out something very original. Last thursday I ate a live worm! I own a collection of glass eyes! I’m secretly a super villain and this is my android body! You know. Distinctive. Something that isn’t likely to be ambiguous.

Think of the possibilities. Think of a society that celebrates truly unique first words. People could see someone and spend hours agonizing over what ridiculous thing they want their first words to be. An unusual metaphor for your undying love? A declaration about how much you like snails? A compliment no one could have ever possibly said to them before? Your nose is a glorious rendition of the Summer Triangle. 

Kids would grow up being encouraged to say outlandish things. You wouldn’t be told to stop saying silly things. You would be told to make sure not to copy the silly things your friend said. Think of how careful parents would be about introducing very young children to new people. Kids that are too young might meet their soulmate and not realize it. They could miss their one chance because they were too busy fighting over a little mermaid eraser.

What about people who can’t read? What about people who are blind?

You wouldn’t say sorry if you bumped into someone on the street. You’d either stay silent or shout something oddball out first, I shove lilacs up my nose. and only then do you say sorry.

Imagine “speed meets”. Groups that organize meetups between complete strangers. You’re in a room with a hundred other people. Line up and start saying outrageous things. I am actually a hippopotamus. No? Okay next. I wish to own seven hundred thirty one and a half dalmatian mice. No? Alright. Next. One day I will travel to Europa in the fanciest of hats. And then the other person grins, Well captain it’s not naked if you’re wearing a hat. And damn they have been waiting years to say that line.

#i love this and i feel like it was written by wade w wilson via shehulkcankickmyassanytime

I think this is the best response this post has ever had.

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egocentrifuge:

in happier news I had a student answer the question “what is in the room” with “a pretty professor” and spent the next twenty seconds incapable of speech as I tried not to inhale coffee and die, so there’s a good language professor/student au for yall

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unusual inheritance fic prompts:

pervertedhypocrisy:

amusewithaview:

1.  “you died and left me your children, even though they’re only a few years younger then me”

2.  “you died and left me a haunted house”

3.  “you died and left me an obscure magical object, I’m not sure what it does, and your instruction sheet just says ‘have fun storming the castle!’”

4.  “you died and left me a fanatically loyal warrior order”

5.  “you died and left me a bunch of money and a pile of really weird IOUs?!  why did someone owe you a free body disposal.  why did someone owe you two brides and a goat.  why did someone owe you an island.  WHY”

6.  “you died and left me to repay a bunch of really weird IOUs”

7.  “you died and left me a small country”

8.  “you died and left me six research labs that operate in international waters and I’m kind of scared to find out why keeping them out there was a stipulation of the will”

9.  “you died and left me a menagerie of animals that are supposed to be extinct?  and some that aren’t supposed to be real???  where did you get unicorns.  where did you get gryphons.  where did you get pegasi???”

10.  “you died and left me on the hook for a hereditary marriage contract”

11. “you died and left me as the genetic key to a safe that some crazy people are really determined to open, and i would like to keep all of my fingers”

12.  “you died and you left me your kid, the problem being that there is no way this is your kid and i think that it might be a fairy changing??!?”

13. “you died and i now have to clean out your house and why the hell did you have a sex dungeon? Oh god, someone has been living down here.”

14. “you died and now aliens have come for me because you were their earth contact and now they’ve dragged me into their war with the government to allow the world to know about them.”

15, “you died and you had all of these contracts that you had put my name on and so now i now employee a small fleet of butlers and i have to have them for five years.”

16. “you died and left your demon contract to me, so now i have to figure out a loophole in your shit legal jargon contract written in blood so that i also don’t go to hell.”

17. “you died and WHY DID YOU HAVE SOME MANY DOGS.”

18. “You died and all of your money went to me, but now your gold-digging former spouse is hitting on me and i can’t make them leave because of a stipulation in the will.”

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A Sociological Look at Soulmate Universes

reclusiveq:

transformativeworks:

upagainstabookcase:

I want to take some time to think about Soulmate AUs in broader social and historical context. (I’m sticking to the ‘first words written on your body’ version of those aus)

Thoughts on Society:

  • In a soulmate universe there would be distinctly less homophobia because queerness would be both normalized and no one would be able to argue that it isn’t natural. (Not that there wouldn’t be any because people are assholes). 
  • Religion would be structured differently - destiny would be seen as an incontrovertible subject. “Of course you have a destiny and a place in God’s plan, just look at those words on your arm.” What words were written on the arms of Messiahs and prophets?
  • Scientists attempting to explain it through genetics and physics. 
  • The culture of introductions would be essential. What you say to new people would be built into the culture of what is polite and it would change society by society. 
    • Societies with strict verbal introduction rules that limit the finding of soul mates (because what would disrupt strict social stratification than princes discovering that their soul mate is a maid). 
    • Societies where people craft personalized introductions and use the same line like a personal signature each time they meet someone new.  
  • First day of school or college or a new job being almost all meeting rituals.  
  • Special festivals that are dedicated to meeting new people and talking to them. Pilgrimages for young adults to go town by town to meet as many people as possible. 

Pop Culture

  • Massive online databases full of those first words. 
  • Books dedicated to the first words of famous people. 
  • Analyses of your words (a la astrology: because you have the word ‘time’ in your words it means…)
  • Matchmakers who promise they’ll find you Your Soulmate! 
  • Imagine the shipping debates around TV shows: “Her words haven’t been revealed yet! So she could be his match!” or “They revealed his words in season 2 so we know his match isn’t Fred!” 

Interpersonal:

  • Imagine the pressure to find your match 
  • People who claim children raised outside of matches are more destructive and less well adjusted and at a disadvantage
  • “If you have sex outside a Match you will catch chlamydia and you will DIE”
  • Special marriages for matches. 
  • Support groups for those who find their Matches late in life. 
  • Imagine the family pressure in some families to never meet anyone unapproved by the family. “Your father speaks to everyone first!” 
  • Different marriage systems 
    • Flexible ones where every non-match marriage is considered voidable if a soulmate match is found. Imagine being the person left behind by someone you love and trust because of words on their skin. 
    • Or a system of different marriages where people have different partners for different contexts: This is my household wife June and my Match wife Alice her household husband Larry and we all make it work. 
    • Or systems where you can’t legally marry unless you can both show your words and prove you are a match. 
  • People who lie about it to avoid the social pressure inherent in finding your match. “Of course my husband and I are a match!” Or teens who lie to their parents that someone is their match because their parents disapprove of their new date. 
  • Parents who worry like hell about their kid’s words. 
  • People who fall in love with the “wrong person” because this social system means that there is literally a wrong person. But they truly fall in love. Who try and scratch off their soulmate words from their skin because FUCK destiny, we’re making our own. 
  • Imagine how broken you would feel if you were asexual/aromantic and you didn’t have words. 
  • Imagine having words that you hated. Imagine having words on your skin that were a slur or an insult or a threat and knowing that someday you will meet someone who will say that to you and they are someone you are supposed to love.

It fascinates me because the idea is so much bigger than just meet-cute scenarios and fluff fics. It would change society from the ground up. 

I want to write the one in bold a little bit. 

I would love to read in-depth discussion about each of these ideas. Sadly, there’s not much available. What does exist, though, is discussion about fannish tattoos, which are voluntary physical marks of things we value. Transformative Works and Cultures has a couple of interesting articles on this topic by Bethan Jones, which you can read here and here.

Growing up believing that the words have to be spoken out loud, in person, to you, but discovering it was that person you met online that one time.

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dondaario:

so if in the soulmate au the very first words your soulmate ever says to you are tattooed somewhere on your body since the day you are born imagine having something like ‘man I cant believe dumbledore died’ tattooed on you. imagine being spoiled for a book series that doesnt even exist yet. imagine worrying about this dumbledore guy your whole childhood while not knowing who he is. imagine knowing dumbledore dies before jk rowling even thinks about it.

Okay but let’s be real, that person’s soulmate would have the words FUCK YOU in all caps somewhere on their body for that spoiler.

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