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xuviec · 3 days

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yuji got into a fight at school and uncle sukuna comes to pick him up ( jin is ranting about how yuji is being influenced by sukuna ) !!

uncle sukuna ! nephew yuji !

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sourlove · 2 days

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I love the jock so far!! He's really cute, but I wonder how he'd react to the reader getting into a college far away and was planning on breaking up before they moved? :0

He doesn't take it very well. It took him a long time to understand what you meant. You wanted to go to college? Great! But why do you want to break up? Do you not love him anymore? Did he do something? He could change! He can become anything you like! As long as you don't leave him.

You don't seem to understand how seriously Lucas felt about it even when he kept banging on your front door, never going home, come rain or sun. He begged you to not leave him, to tell him what he did wrong, so he can fix it.

You had no choice but to let him in after your neighbors expressed concern. Lucas immediately crumbled into your arms, crying. You had never seen him so distraught. It wasn't until he told you he would kill himself that it clicked in your head. Something was seriously wrong.

But Lucas doesn't care. He doesn't care if you're angry at him or if everyone is telling him to relax. All he wants is to know you're not actually breaking up with him. It was just a misunderstanding. You would never leave him. You would always love him, just like you said right?

...right?

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size-build-yeah-stock · 3 days

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#needy pussy #tdp #doukyuusei #golf #dm for noods #lana del rey #deborah ann woll #josephine skriver #hunter toh #hq smut #mariah carey #need to lose more weight #aoyama hikaru #high school #jack frost

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bettie-may-page · 13 hours

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Bettie Page Magazines, Covers and Inserts, #187 Bettie Page High School Newspaper Photo

#high school #bettie page #sexy #long hair #beautiful smile #beautiful face #beautiful eyes #young #happy smile

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just-being-all-by-myself · 2 days

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"This boy told me he likes me, but my self esteem is telling me that he must have meant it in a platonic way and he wants us to stay friends" - the trilogy book

@shenanigans-and-sass @tillyoakley

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rayof-damnsunshine · 2 days

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This Barbie is trying to survive high school

#camp half blood #pjo roleplay #percy jackson #pjo #pjo rp #percy jackson oc #percy jackson rp #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackon and the olympians #percy pjo #percy series #pjo series #pjo fandom #barbie #this barbie is #high school

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tomssexdoll · 2 days

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heyyy so hear me out Tom and reader are dating and he is helping her with something like she doesn’t have good grades from math but he does and so she asks him to help her with homework from math and he is like playful “if you will get it right i will kiss you” and stuff it can be smut or fluff whatever you want

ooo

I called Tom, he was a genius at maths and I was terrible. I was struggling with my maths assignments and homework and needed him to help me since I was so close to failing.

"Hey baby, can you come over? I need help with my math homework" I winced, he chuckled over the phone, "yeah alright liebe, I'll be there in 10"

As he arrived we went up to my room, I layed out everything for him and started to study. Instead of paying attention I'd drift off, daydreaming anytime he'd explain an equation.

He slowly got frustrared and snapped me out of my trance, "baby, how about this, since you weren't listening to anything I was saying" but I was.." I interruped, he gave me a 'really' look, I giggled, "fine fine I wasn't, continue" "as I was saying, for every right answer you get I'll kiss you", my eyes lit up and I instantly turned to him, accepting his idea.

"Yes yes!" I squealed, flipping to the start of the homework. He explained some things to me beforehand and then starting to ask questions. "So what's the square root of 64?", "uhh....8?" he smirked and nodded, "goodjob baby!" leaning in and kissing me softly.

I grinned, a huge stupid smile plastered on my face.

We continued to go through the answers, whimpering when I got it wrong. Sometimes he'd give me the benefit of the doubt if I was close enough and kissed me anyway.

We were through our last set of questions and these were hard, I bit my nails nervously as he read the question, "what is x3+y3+z3=k?" I felt sweat beads form on my forehead, knowing all the revision I learnt but still not being able to add it up.

I decided to take a guess, "uhh..42?" his eyes widened, "y-yeah..fuck.." he stuttered, checking the answer book. "How did you get that? Even I find it challenging!" he chuckled, "I don't know baby I just guessed, it felt like the right number" I shrugged, leaning in and smashing my lips into his.

We pulled back and he whispered softly in my ear, "I think my good girl gets a reward" he smirked, eyes darkening with lust. I bit my lip and layed back on the bed, Tom removing my shorts and panties and laying down, his head in between my legs.

He softly kissed my pussy, parting the folds with his tongue. My hips bucked up slightly, moving into his touch.

"Mm! Tom don't tease!" I whined, grabbing his dreads roughly and tugging on them, "ok ok" he chuckled, finally latching his mouth onto my clit, sucking it softly.

I gripped onto his dreads tighter, earning a low moan from him, the sound vibrating on my clit and making me shudder. He flicked my sensitive nub with his tongue, sliding a finger up and slowly pushing it in my soppy cunt.

"So wet..fuck" he groaned, adding another finger and thrusting in brutally, curling his fingers at my g spot.

I threw my head back, enjoying the pleasure way too much, my grip tightening even more on his dreads. He seemed to enjoy the pain, groaning everytime I tugged on them.

His tongue and fingers were so good, moving in a way that made me crazy. It was literally like taking drugs, I was high off of his touch. He continued to suck on my clit, kissing it sweetly to tease me occasionally.

I felt my high slowly bubbling up inside me, my stomach twisting into a knot. "Gonna cum soon! Keep going!" I whimpered, thrusting my hips into his face, his fingers started to thrust into me harder now, making slight squelching noises from my juices.

"Cum for me, be my good girl again" he grunted, licking and sucking faster now, pleasure waves crashing into me, hitting me like a truck. I felt the knot twist even tighter, my heat burning as I came, legs twitching and slick dripping all over his fingers.

He smirked and pulled his fingers out, sucking everything I gave him off and cleaning me up with his tongue. "Fuck..you taste so good" he climbed up and pulled me closer to him, his chin and mouth glistening with my cum.

I chuckled and wiped it off with a tissue, "you're such a messy boy, can't resist me can you, hm?" I smirked, kissing him softly. "Can you blame me, you're so gorgeous" he flipped me over, hovering over me and kissing me deeply.

tags: @itsmealaiah @tomscumdump @tomkaulitzloverr @tomkaulitzloverr @bkaulitzlover @ballhair @charliesgoodboy @estxkios @ge-billsgf @syylss

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faetima · 16 hours

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𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐦. .

. . these seven years would be pretty dumb.

// tws ; slight cursing, blood ; gn reader ; modern au, hanahaki au

a/n: bubble gum by clairo :3

all you could think about was him.

your classmate with light and airy strands of porcelain white hair, akin to the color of an elegant swan’s feathers, all tied together daintily with a single thin vermilion red ribbon.

your classmate with those piercing honey speckled eyes which could see right through you, as if you were translucent.

your classmate who was always dozing off, whatever the reason may be.

your classmate who always managed to appear ethereal somehow, even after just sleeping.

your classmate, jing yuan.

you doubted he ever noticed you. he was always either dozing off quietly or caught up in chatting with fu xuan.

oh, you realized he was doing the latter right now.

fu xuan — more commonly known around the school as diviner fu — gazed up at jing yuan with her amber eyes, a serious shimmer in them. her lilac pink hair was divided into two neatly made ponytails, secured by four golden ji hairpins. they glinted in the bright, blaring fluorescence of the lights in the classroom.

jing yuan leaned down and she murmured something in his ear.

he returned to his usual standing position, now also wearing the same serious expression fu xuan was.

jing yuan glanced around the room, ochre eyes flitting.

you stared at him, curious.

his eyes landed on you, narrowing.

surprised, you panicked.

oh god. looking down would make it obvious i was staring at him. i could keep looking at his direction and pretend that i was looking at soemthing else? but what if he thinks i was looking at him? what the fuck do i do? oh, wait, he looked away.

never mind, he’s coming towards me.

oh fuck he’s coming towards me.

oh fuck. ohfuck. ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck-

"hey," jing yuan said, voice deep and a bit rough. he smiled slightly at you, immediately sending off a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.

"oh. uhm, hi," you greeted, your voice light and airy, nervousness bubbling up. you had been a shy person all your life, and your crush randomly coming up and talking with you did not help in easing your nervousness.

jing yuan glanced back at fu xuan, who shook her head furiously at him, signaling something to jing yuan you were unaware of. he rolled his eyes, but decided to comply with her.

"sorry for, uhm, bothering you. i was just wondering if you had the notes we were supposed to copy down today? i kind of fell asleep, and fu xuan doesn’t have them, so i was wondering if you did," he mumbled, an excuse for why he came over to you.

"oh, uh, yeah, i have them," you said, rummaging in your backpack to find your notes. pulling them out, you handed them over to jing yuan.

"thanks," he smiled, "i’ll return them to you tomorrow if that’s okay?"

you nodded.

he nodded.

then he walked away.

you probably should’ve tried talking to him a bit more. maybe make small talk. oh, god, but what if he started thinking you were interested in him if you did that? that you were trying too hard?

yeah , you convinced yourself, mustering up an excuse for your own cowardice. maybe it was better you hadn’t.

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you had gotten back home from school. setting your backpack aside, you immediately made a beeline for your room.

as soon as you shut and locked the door, you began hacking up fuchsia and créme colored bleeding hearts was how you spent most of your time now.

every night after dinner, or the few bites of food you ate that you thought as dinner now, you'd go to bed with your dove-white sheets pulled up to your neck and with burgundy blood and toxic red bleeding hearts pooled around you.

every morning, you’d wake up wondering if today would be the day he'd finally notice you, if he'd finally know you existed. of course, you knew it was just wishful thinking, but you still craved for him to notice you, to talk to you for more than ten seconds.

and thinking about him lead to wheezing up even more bleeding hearts. all stained vermillion with blood and slick with mucus.

it was the the same cycle over and over again. rinse and repeat.

how you yearned for it to end. but you knew the cycle — and your hanahaki — could only end in one way at this point — death.

you had discovered that you had hanahaki a little too late. now you couldn’t do the surgery without the abnormally big chance of dying.

if you were to die either way, what was the point of doing the surgery then?

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your hanahaki had gotten worse over the last few weeks.

now you coughed up whole bleeding hearts, coated and stained so much in your blood to the point where the original color of the flowers was unrecognizable.

now you wheezed the damned flowers whenever you fucking laid your damn eyes on him . now you avoided looking up from your seat even more than you used to.

now you hacked up the fucking flowers to the point where you would fucking blackout.

now you wanted to die. wanted to be put out of your damn misery.

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you wished you could talk to him, but every time you began to walk up to him, you overthought everything and backed out like the coward you were.

it was like you were trapped in some sort of time loop from a horror movie — only instead of running away from something terrifying, this was more of a endless cycle of you wanting to talk to him but never doing so, one that you didn't quite know how to escape.

maybe, just maybe you should try and talk to him.

..

maybe tomorrow.

#jing yuan x reader #♡ -- jing yuan #jing yuan #jing yuan x you #hanahaki #hanahaki au #modern #modern au #angst #hanahaki disease #light angst #high school #shy reader #tw slight blood #how to angst #honkai star rail #hsr #honkai #what to tag pls

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cocalittlefairy · 2 days

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“I don’t think I have your number yet.”

“You’re the girl that is into existentialism,right?”

“See you in class ;)”

“I think you will pass the exam don’t worry.”

”In which class do you go?”

“I I thought you’re gonna be in this class..I prepared something philosophical just for you..”

”I can give you my number after I’m done teaching.”

“Type in your email.”

THIS MAN WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME AND I KNOW IT. GOD. I WANT HIM.

#teacher attachment #teacher crush community #tc crush #teacher x student #teachers pet #i like older men #delusional #agegap #im just a girl #teacher love #age difference #age g4p #age g@p #hot teacher #teacher crush #high school #student

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permdaydreamer · 8 months

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This is for the people who didn’t party in their teens and twenties. For the people who didn’t have that “coming of age” movie experience with shenanigans and revelations. This is for the people who mostly keep to themselves. Who maybe prefer things to be quieter and gentler. This is for the people who don’t feel like they belong in a culture that values loud parties and flashing lights. I see you. And you are valid.

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tomcruisingthroughlife · 2 months

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#flirtatious #flirty girl #crush #high school #funny #funny content #lol #funny memes #memes #comedy #meme #lol memes #rofl #tumblr

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mysharona1987 · 10 months

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#Muslims #politics #democrats #republicans #religion #jewish #twitter #hindu #schools #high school

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incognitopolls · 3 months

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Note: Not counting raffles/sweepstakes/lotteries. If you got top 3 in a competition and personally consider that a form of winning, that counts as winning.

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We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

#polls #incognito polls #anonymous #tumblr polls #tumblr users #questions #polls about school #school #elementary school #middle school #high school #students #education #schools #school competition

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myownpanicroom · 2 months

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To any suicidal followers I may have: This is a sign to not kill yourself. You are loved and the world is special because you are in it. Keep holding on.

-PLEASE REBLOG THIS YOU MAYBE ARE SAVING SOMEONES LIFE

You are special and amazing , If you need to talk or some help send me a dm and I will talk to you.

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ecoamerica · 6 months

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Last call: It's the final week to apply for the American Climate Leadership Awards for High School Students! Apply by Friday, December 15, at midnight PT!

ANNOUNCING: American Climate Leadership Awards has a new category for high school students working towards local climate solutions! @ecoamerica is awarding $125K in cash prizes to student climate leaders. Apply by 12/15: https://ecoamerica.org/american-climate-leadership-awards-high-school-2024/

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foldingfittedsheets · 10 days

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I always forget this wasn’t a thing everywhere but my high school had a fun and innovative way to torment us in PE. They got heart rate monitors. It was this awful strap that went under the bra line and paired to a watch. The first day was great cause we got to set our resting heart rate. We did this by laying in a dark room and napping.

But then once a week we’d have to strap on these monitors and go running. The monitors were old tech and didn’t always pick up your heartbeat, so you’d have to use cold water between it and your skin to get a better connection, gods know why. Warm water never worked. After the day our watches would be collected and our efforts recorded.

The idea was that if your heart beat too fast you were supposed to stop, and if it was too slow you’d speed up. In practice this was ridiculous, staying in the green zone all class was ridiculously difficult.

Even people like me who were stubbornly resistant to running the mile couldn’t stand the horrific constant beeping and made attempts to placate the reviled machine. It was always fairly miserable. I had PE first thing in the chilly morning, dashing cold water on my skin before running around half awake was the low point of my week.

But for some unknown reason, the teacher insisted that no play could happen on these days. We were given the freedom to run all over campus but woe betide us if we tried to make a game that actually made this enjoyable.

We’d initiate games of tag only to get yelled at for not just… running. Any kind of play was forbidden. On one memorable occasion someone got a kickball and we started an impromptu soccer game with it.

If someone’s heart rate got too high they’d drop to their knees to wait out the shrieking of their watch so an extra element was added to the game of trying to win without going too hard. I remember being absolutely delighted, the thrill of that game still lives in my heart, hoping I could score a goal before my heartbeat betrayed me to the hated watch.

When the PE teacher found us we were soundly scolded and the ball was confiscated. Our happiness burst like a soap bubble and we turned our back to the enchantment of the green field and resumed slogging along in a grey haze as expected.

#ramblies #ffs foibles #high school #story #writing

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