When your teacher is nice but can’t fucking teach
When your teacher is mean but teaches really good
When your teacher is mean and can’t fucking teach
Stop apologizing for the things you enjoy eating.
Stop apologizing for the things you enjoy wearing.
Stop apologizing for how you prefer to spend your day.
Stop apologizing for the things that make you happy.
do you ever step back & reevaluate your life
& all the harmful shit you internalized
like concepts of virginity, beauty, healthy relationships, sexual attraction, mental health, & what “being successful” actually entails?
& you realized how much healthier you’d be right now if someone actually fuckin’ talked to you about this toxic shit instead of throwing you into a perpetual pit of self-loathing that you have to claw your way out of?
Dean discovers that his straight laced English teacher, Mr Novak, wears panties to work. He sees a glimpse of the lace one day when Castiel bends over to grab an errant sheet of paper.
From then on, all Dean can think about is getting a private showing of those panties - just him and Mr Novak.
It accounts for the sudden spike in late homework and detentions.
There is no link to a fic. WHY IS THERE NO LINK TO A FIC?
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