#i just came back from a math exam and I was like 'after this shit i really need to smoke some weed'

[agender-john]

aFTER ALL I'VE BEEN THROUGH I UMM,,, rEALLY NEED TO SMOKE SOME WEED

#kida based on something i said #i just came back from a math exam and I was like 'after this shit i really need to smoke some weed' #and honestly tav also needs to smoke some weed #man works in customer service he'll need all the weed #homestuck #tavros #tavros nitram #gamzee #gamzee makara #karkat #karkat vantas #humanstuck #it's that au again bois #blue's doodles

[soleilandpeaches]

omg, I discovered your account and immediately i fell in love with her, princess peach. So I wanted to give you my request for conclude myself as a fan of yours haha. Ok, how about we talk about a reader who is a little stressed about his exams that are around the corner, and keigo who definitely has intelligence that overflows from his damn head offers to help her study. I don't know maybe something like the two of them snuggling on the couch, on the floor or the bed with some damn math book in his hands. Total creative freedom, dear! I just need Keigo to comfort me in my anxiety about my exams that are coming up. Kisses <3

A/N: AHHHH THANK YOU SM!! This is actually the reason i haven’t been posting as consistently and it makes me sad 😭. Final exams are literally the worst and having to juggle work and studying for finals literally makes me want to die fr. SO I LOVE LOVE THIS IDEA. I needed this, thank you! featuring: KeigoTakamixf!Reader synopsis: Keigo offers to help you study and you have some fun with it. Although, you two seem a little too exited to get it over with. rated: 16+ warnings: implied/referenced future smut, cursing, studying for exams (scary), brief descriptions of female anatomy

“Ooh I like this song.” Keigo chuckled, you’ve been saying that same sentence for the past half hour you’ve been studying.

You had asked him to help you study for you upcoming exams, admitting it was harder for you to concentrate unless you had someone assisting you—or rather competing. You explained it’s easier for you to retain the information when you had someone you could study with. But now it seems you two had managed to turn studying into a competition to see who knew the most.

With your T.V turned on, you were playing your shared playlist as background noise. To Keigo’s amusement, you were practically in love with every song that managed to play. He didn’t really understand why you always felt the need to repeat yourself; he knew you loved each song on your playlist. It’s wasn’t like he didn’t know you liked them when you seemingly never stopped telling him this.

Don’t get him wrong though, it never bothered him. In fact, it was one of the many little things he adored about you. Still, he could never contain himself when it came to teasing you.

“Oh yeah? Really?” He let out a long laugh when you weakly punched him in the shoulder, laughing with him. “You’re such a jerk, yknow.”

“I know. I’m just so mean.”

“You are!”

“Alright, alright. Next question.”

The rules to your game were rather simple: one person holds a flashcard that reads a specific term and they have to come up with a description that matches the word. The player reading will get a point if they can correctly describe the term without checking your notes, but if they can’t, they get no points. If the opponent guesses it right, they get a point. But if they get it wrong, they don’t. So far, it’s been very fun but now you were nearing the end.

“I think whoever loses has to pay for ice cream later.” You declared after you had correctly answered once again. To be honest, Keigo knew he was at a disadvantage. This wasn’t his class you were studying for anyway—it was only natural you knew more than him. Although, he didn’t mind paying for dessert. He had his own insatiable sweet tooth just as you did.

“I don’t think you’re being very fair, Babydoll. You’ve been studying this shit longer than me.” He pretended to complain, a little frustrated he clearly wasn’t going to win at your game.

“Life isn’t fair.” You rumbled in a deeper voice, clearly mocking him for every time he’s said that very phrase to you. Kicking your shin, it was apparently his turn to call you out for being an ass.

“How about i ‘pay you back later’.” You purred, leaning forward into him, showing off the tops of your breasts hidden underneath your tank-top. Darting his eyes back-and-forth between your eyes and your chest, a flustered smile creeping it way up his face as you laughed, amused by the reaction you pulled from him.

“I think I like the sound of that.”

“Well then let’s hurry up and finish. I’m getting pretty hungry, y’know.” You leaned back, adjusting your straps after they loosened, further teasing him.

“Yeah I bet you are.” He jested, laughing as you kicked him back but when he glanced back up to your face, you had a hand covering your mouth as you laughed. Your eyes were squinted as you giggled into the palm of your hand, though he could still make out the faint coloring to your irises.

He smiled, shaking his head as he pulled the last card from the deck, ready to read off the final label before your voice sounded again, a cute excited gasp followed by:

“Aww I love this song! Mac Demarco makes the best stuff.” And instead of teasing you like he usually does, he couldn’t help but simply admire your unabashed enthusiasm.

“Yeah, he does.” He agrees smoothly, grinning when you catch his gaze. You smile back, eyes flickering to his lips. He does the same before he’s leaning over to meet his lips with yours. He admires the soft-pillowy feel for more than a few moments as your lips meet over-and-over. He’s the first to pull away, peering up into your eyes with his usual charming smirk. He kisses one last time before sitting back, a soft blush to his cheeks as he stares at the word written on the card.

“Alright, last one. Let’s hurry so we can get some ice cream.”

“Yeah, the ice cream.” He shoots you one last comical glare before starting again, no doubt eager for more than just one delicious treat.

#thanks for requesting this! #i needed it lmao #wrote this instead of studying #hawks x reader #hawks mha #hawks bnha #hawks x you #keigo takami #keigo x you #takami keigo #keigo x reader #bnha #mha #mha hawks #bnha hawks #bnha x reader #bnha x you #mha x you #mha x reader #hawks fluff #keigo takami x reader #pro hero hawks #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #my hero academia hawks #boku no hero academia hawks #takami keigo x reader #takami keigo x you #takami keigo mha #takami keigo bnha

[faerykingdom]

DAY 31 ━ J. POTTER, S. BLACK, R. LUPIN, L. EVANS, & M. MCKINNON

SYNOPSIS → in which you weren't meant to be studying.

WORD COUNT → 768 words

WARNINGS → not really smutty

You were exhausted. Stupid exams.

You will be glad when your exams are over. You've been studying forever. And you hadn't even had your first exam.

You trudged up the lengthy stairs, your arms filled with text books, and your sack laid over your shoulder limply. Your tired eyes stared ahead, seeing everything but seeing nothing.

You felt a harsh bump to your shoulder, sending your sack and books onto the floor. "Shit," you whispered, immediately dropping to your knees. Overwhelmed tears flooded your eyes, on the edge of spilling.

You grunt, hardly able to push yourself up off the floor. It should be illegal to assign so much homework. Exams should be illegal.

It's like professors never want their students to sleep.

Once you finished climbing up the stairs leading to your dorm, - you had almost tipped back at least three times - you used your elbow to push open your door. A small sigh escaping your lips when you toss your things onto your bed.

The dorm was empty; the girls were spending the nice day outside. Your girlfriends - Marlene, and Lily - had told you that they - along with Mary, Alice and Dorcas - were going after classes.

You had probably two hours before they came back to get ready for dinner. That was enough time to get at least two assignments done.

Another sigh, and you were pulling your textbook, and quill towards you. You'll go from smallest to biggest. That way you might be able to get half of the assignments done.

"Stupid OWLS," you grumble.

You were bent over your paper, your quill clutched tightly in your hands. Ink was splotched on your hands, and every once in a while you had to stop writing so that your hand didn't cramp.

You were on your second assignment. Your first one - History of Magic - had taken longer than you had expected. Now you're on Transfiguration. This stupid essay is insane. What the hell is McGonagall thinking?

This is almost as bad as math.

You were so focused on your work, that you didn't notice the door opening.

"Shit, how the hell does that even work?" you mumble. "Transfiguration should not be this hard." You jumped nearly out of your skin when a hand landed on your shoulder, "Holy shit." You spun around, your hand flying to your chest. Lily looked down at you with her hands on her hips, her beautiful red hair pulled up in a tight bun. "Oh my god, don't scare me like that Lil's!"

"This is what you've been doing instead of meeting us at the Great Lake?" she asked, her voice stern.

"I had to study!" you defend yourself. You were in no mood for a punishment just because you didn't want to go outside. Sure, you had said you would meet them and your boyfriends down there, but you had really needed to get these assignments done. "I have like three more essays to do! I couldn't just go outside and ignore them! You know how I am, if I don't do it when I have time to, I won't do it at all. And we have OWLS, and I can't slack–"

"Woah," Marlene interrupted, placing her hands on your shoulders and pulling you back to rest against her chest. "Chill, m'love, you're fine."

You closed your eyes as Marls ran her fingers down your head, petting you. A small sigh left your lips and let yourself relax against her. You didn't pay any attention to anything else.

"What do we have here?" your boyfriend, Sirius Black, said his voice laced with amusement.

Your eyes shot open, and you jolted forward slightly. What is with these assholes scaring you?

In front of you, stood all of your boyfriends, and Lily. Each of them had their hands on their hips, all sporting scolding scowls. (Except for Sirius and James since they could never take anything seriously.)

"Our puppy," started Lily, "has been studying all day when she knows that we have a specific time set for that."

You lightly scoff, "What's wrong with studying?"

"Hey," snapped Remus, your eyes flying over to him, "Watch the attitude."

"What's wrong with it," said Lily, "is that you get overwhelmed with it easily, and don't do as well as usual."

Before you could say anything, Marlene used her grip on you to lock you into place as Lily crawled towards you. Lily grabbed your chin, and forced you to look up at her, "And I think that a pretty puppy like you shouldn't have to think at all."

#poly marauders x reader #lily evans x reader #marlene mckinnon x reader #cia's day 31 kinktober

[shallyne]

Feysand Month Day 15: College/University AU

Playlists and studying

Day 15! More fluff

Words: 1,073

TW: mention of Tamlin

Rhys meets Cassians friend, Feyre

Rhys had to study. He really had to study because there were a shit ton of exams coming up but living together with Cassian means that there is a barely a quiet moment to study. Which was why he took his stuff and went to the library. The quiet was a nice change after listening to Cassian curse for an hour while playing video games. That wasn't a problem now anymore but there was a new one: the girl that sat a few tables away from him. She didn't do anything other than study but she took Rhys's whole attention.

How her braid was falling over her shoulder and how her brows scrunched in concentration. How she wiggled her pen between her pointer and middle finger as she read and how she let out an annoyed huff when her pen gets tangled up in the cable of her headphones. How she started bopping her head faintly in rhythm when she wrote something down, mouthing some silent words.

Rhys didn't know why he couldn't stop watching her, why she was taking his full attention. Why her little smiles made him feel so happy and content.

He knew it was weird watching her, Rhys really knew that. He should just get over there and ask her out. He wanted to, he really did but the thought of her rejecting him kept him glued to his chair. Usually Rhys wasn't scared of shooting his shot and he never was scared of rejection but something was different today, with her. He got drawn out of his thoughts when a hand clasped his shoulder.

Rhys turned around, looking directly at the face of his grinning brother. Azriel standing right beside him, smiling faintly.

"You forgot your book!" Cassian said, placing it on the empty page of Rhys's notebook and sitting down beside him.

"I'm in a library." Rhys countered. As Azriel took the seat across from Cassian, Rhys took a look at the title. "I'm not even studying for math!"

Azriel chuckled and Cassian just grinned brighter. "Oops. Why are you staring at Feyre?"

Feyre. He heard that name somewhere. From Cassian, he remembered. They were good friends and spend a lot of time together. "That's Feyre?" Rhys asked.

Cassians eyes lit up with surprise. "You didn't meet her yet?"

No, Rhys didn't. There were a few times when they invited him to night outs, where Rhys knew Feyre would be too, but there was always something coming in between. Mostly late study nights before exams. Though that didn't mean he was never going out with his brothers, he did that plenty but apparently on these nights Feyre had other plans.

"No, I didn't." Rhys answered, his eyes sliding to the girl again. Feyre. He heard some things about her. Rhys knew that she had two sisters but they lived far away. And that Feyre was engaged to Tamlin. Rhys sighed and looked back at Cassian, who was watching him in return. The amusement in his eyes turning into something more mischievous. "Do you want to meet her? Get to know her?"

"Cassian." Azriel warned. "She's studying."

"And engaged." Rhys said.

Azriel raised his eyebrows in surprise. "No, not anymore."

Before Rhys could reply anything, Cassian yelled through the library "Feyre!"

"Oh my god." Rhys murmured.

"Feyre!" he yelled again when she didn't respond. Feyre raised her head, looking around until she found Cassian. She beamed when her eyes landed on him. Cassian gestured her to come over. She quickly got her things and then walked to them, taking the seat beside Azriel. "Hey!" she smiled at Azriel, then she looked at Rhys. Her blue-gray eyes twinkling like the brightest stars during a clear night. "You must be Rhys."

Rhys nodded, not able to form any words. Feyre let out a quiet laugh "I heard a lot about you."

Cassian was kicking his leg under the table and Rhys cleared his throat. "I'd say 'hopefully just good things' but if it came from Cassian I'm not counting on it."

Azriel snorted as Feyre giggled, her eyes mirrored the same mischief that he had just seen in Cassians eyes. "Just the best!"

"We have to go now." Cassian interrupted and stood up. He pulled Azriel out of his chair and smiled at them. "See you later, Rhysie. Have fun." he said and pushed Azriel towards the exit. "I'll text you about game night, Fey!"

"Fey?" Rhys asked, grinning. She raised an eyebrow "Rhysie?"

"You have game nights with Cassian?" Rhys asked, curious because he never heard of that.

"And Mor." Feyre said. "She started it after I failed an exam to cheer me up."

Rhys nodded and smiled. "That sounds like her." he rubbed his sweaty hands over his pants. "What exam did you fail?"

She sighed and picked up the book she was looking at just a few minutes ago. History. "I'm usually alright in history but I didn't really study for the last exam. Now I have to get a really good grade in the next one. What are you studying for?"

"Economics." Rhys answered. Feyre grimaced. "Oh, I heard the professor is really...strict."

"He's an asshole." Rhys replied. Feyre laughed, nodding. "What did you listen to?" he asked when she pushed her headphones to the side.

"Just some playlist that's supposed to help me focus on studying." she bit her lip and shrugged. "It didn't."

"I can make you a playlist." Rhys exclaimed.

"Oh?"

"I need to get to know you a bit more, though."

Feyre threw her head back and laughed. "Good one." she grinned, showing her dimples. Rhys snickered in response. "I'd love it." Feyre said, grinning wider as she added "If you'd make me a playlist."

"How about I make you a playlist over dinner? On Friday?" he asked.

Her grin didn't leave her face. "But I am just free at 8." she said. "From 8pm on." she quickly corrected.

"That's perfect." Rhys said. Feyre chuckled as she dipped her head, her cheeks turning red.

They exchanged numbers before parting ways for the evening. When Rhys was walking towards the exit, Feyre called after him "Wait!"

Rhys turned around. Feyre opened her mouth and closed it again. Her cheeks reddened again, more than they did before, and the tip of her nose, too. She let out a breathy laugh and said quietly "I can't wait."

Rhys beamed at that. "Me neither, Feyre."

Taglist: @reverie-tales @unofficialfeysandmonth2022 @feysand-month @elentiyawhitethorn

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[meltedcheesetoast]

Talk

This takes place in the chapter where Jian Yi gets the note from She li and couldn’t bring it up to them ( MGS and HT) cause they looked happy, it's kinda of what would have happened if Jian Yi didn’t get hurt and everything went shit wiiiiiiiiiii ALSO MAMA MO

Sorry for the mistakes or anything. Enjoy

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They had just said their goodbyes to Jian Yi, who looked particularly edgy, for some reason. Anyways, He tian had somehow convinced Mo to go home with him, not that it was that difficult since Guan Shan was still hurt and rather calm today.

They had a quiet walk until they reached mo's apartment. They stood there for a moment til mo broke the silence, " how do i ... What should I even say to her", He tian was confused for a second but then understood that guan shan was referring to his appearance, how could he explain the horrors that happened to him in the weekend? it was clear that no accident could leave such injuries.

He Tian could see the panic building up in mo's eyes and responded with a hushed voice, " Want me to go with you?", it was so sudden that it took Mo by surprise, but he nodded, Tian could see the attempts to hide his nervousness by pulling his shirt into a fist, it was like a habit of the redhead. Cute.

They made their way upstairs, careful not to make a sound that might alert Mo's mother that they arrived; however, when they reached the door she was already there waiting.

Mo tried to cover himself up, but there was just too much that was not covered: his hands, nails, or even his neck with the bandage peaking from the turtleneck. Tian thinks to himself that she might have also noticed that he no longer has his yellow backpack or the clothes he was using last time. Even if she did, she managed to look composed as if this was a current occurrence. She offered them dinner and sat down to eat.

Mo's mother had a soft spot for Tian and when the 81 points from the maths exam came into the conversation you could literally see the shine in her eyes and how proud she felt for her son. Tian kept saying that it was all Mo's brain doing its thing.

After some minutes of silence, Mo's mother started telling the story of when Mo was a little boy and liked going to robotic competitions, Tian was dumbfounded by this random piece of information, and Guan shan had a pretty pink flush on his cheeks from the embarrassment, but He tian did wonder why he stopped, " Why did he stop" he realized he said it out loud and just like he expected both of them had this tension like the topic was a delicate one. Tian apologized, " Sorry, I shouldn't have asked".

Mo stood up and quickly went to his room, Tian thought he screwed up once again until he saw Mo enter the room with an old piece of metal that had caught his attention. He sat down and placed the little thing on the table, it seemed as though her mother realized what it was. " Guan Shan, you kept it after all these years?" said his mom in a melancholic tone. Mo just nodded, "I tried to repair it, but it hasn't worked since... y'know", her mother just hummed in response taking the little machine in her hands, and cupping it gently. " Your father helped you build it, remember" she blurted out. 'Father', Tian thought, he's never heard anything about Mo's father, before. He sounded like a kind man. He always wondered what he looked like; maybe he was the spitting image of Mo, who knows. He was very deep in thought because it took him a moment to notice that Mo had started talking.

"...there was a competition held for kids to show off their invention or some shit, dad..." he paused eyes getting a little distant, "he told me that we could do that together and see how it went". Silence followed and Tian wanted to know the rest because, of course, he did, "did you win?" he said genuinely curious but quickly wanted to take his words back when he saw mo's gloomy expression. He heard a response almost like a whisper for no one to hear "I didn't go", he cleared his throat, " there was a change of plans" it sounded like there was a lot more to the story, but He Tian decided to leave it at that.

A change of topic is what they needed, and god did mo's mother pick up on the worst one... his wounds. " Now that we are all settled I want to know what actually happened on the weekend and I want the truth", she looked at Mo intensely, like she was able to extract the truth from just his eyes. Tian noticed the light flinch that escaped Mo's control and he decided to take Mo's hand on his own... for what's worth.

They stayed silent for another moment. Mo let out a sigh and said " I'm sorry I lied to you, mom", his voice broke in the last bit of the sentence and he continued "I didn't mean to scare you, and I didn't want to add up to... well everything." He had his head held low like he was ashamed of his actions, which He Tian thought was depressing, the whole seeing was depressing actually, both son and mother seemed just exhausted by this. Whatever this was, a confession, a plea for help, an apology; it all seemed sad.

Mrs Mo took Mo's cheek in her hand and stared. " Shan, ... what is it, you can tell me", her eyes were beginning to water, " please tell me Mo" it was like a plea, frail and timid. Mo took her hand, " Everything, I... ", his voice quivered " I lost my job, I treated my friends badly... I hurt them.... I got hurt and I could do nothing". It might seem a bit superficial to most, a simple description that didn't match Mo's appearance, but her mom knew better and understood that he was putting an effort into this, so she did the only thing she could do, embrace him tightly in a warm hug.

Tian has only seen Mo cry once, but this time around it looked different, it wasn't out of frustration or anger; this was ... relief.

Mother and son stayed in that embrace for some minutes, reassuring each other that everything would be fine and that they would figure it out.

Mrs Mo broke the hug first and looked at Mo amused, " You're just like your father" she smiled reminiscing better times. Mo averted his eyes in a surprised manner, " ... how so? Dad was ... a lot better at everything compared to me", almost instantly Mrs Mo let out a laugh, " your dad was everything but perfect Guan Shan, he made lots of mistakes, but ... he never gave up on his dreams. He was an ambitious man, hardworking and selfless at times; getting into fights, working overtime for the restaurant, worrying about everything by himself " she said that last part very sweetly while caressing Mo's injured cheek. " You're a lot like him", she repeated, Mo just nodded in response. To be fair, Mo's dad description sounded a lot like little Mo so, yeah Mr Mo must have been a great man.

Mrs Mo checked the injuries and kept sermonising Mo to never do this again and that if it ever were to happen just let her know. She asked He Tian to stay the night with them, and he accepted. Anything to pass a few more hours with little Mo. They went to Mo's room, lay down and slept peacefully.

" Good night Momo"

" G'night He Tian... and um ...", he mumbled, " thank you "

#19 days #old xian #mo guan shan #he tian #he tian/mo guan shan #he tian x mo guan shan #19 days fluff #mama mo #fanfic #19 days angst #19 days fanfic

[bullshit-bulltrue]

☆ hawk talk 8/14/23 ☆

so i found out that my school practically treats PDA as The Big Bad Sin™️

like literally in our handbook it says it is NOT tolerated under ANY means

so like

even if i had the courage to hug my friends

i fucking can't

unless the monitors aren't paying attention but like

what if one day i'm like crying in the hallway and my bestie sees me and wants to give me a hug

but like they can't 0_0

and vice-versa

FUCK

okie. anyway.

lanie is out of town visiting family :(

BUT I STILL GOT TO EAT LUNCH WITH SOMEONE

and if you've been following along, you would know the person i ate lunch with is Delgado

✨️✨️✨️

we'll go back to that in a sec, i promise (highlight of my day)

so since it was an odd day i went to history & geo first

so we get there and we have a debate on whether school should start earlier/same time or later

and i of course backed up my reasoning with evidence unlike everyone else

they're all dumbasses

and the sleezy hoebags behind me started trying to fuck with my hair

but then i hit one of them <3

so then mr. m had us go over the fire drill and where to go in case of smth happening during his period

so we went outside and lined up where we would in case of an emergency

and then the desk buddy bitch asked for the answers to a quiz and i gave her the wrong ones <3

so then that was it for history & geo

andddd it turns out that delgado passes the math room on his way to his next period so i have to make sure i don't look like utter shit BEFORE MATH TOO

i felt bad tho bc i almost hit him 😭😭

so when i was walking towards the math room my back was turned to him so i obvi didn't know it was him when he tapped me on the shoulder

and it scared the crap outta me cus the recent school day (last friday) some dick did that to me and i hit him

and i thought it was the same guy

but it wasn't, it was delgado <3

and he just wanted to make sure we were still good for lunch and this is how the convo went:

d: *taps my shoulder* hey so lunch today, right?

me: *puts fist down after i realized it was him* yeah!

d: oh and also what do you have for first period?

me: [insert history & geo teacher's name]

d: oh cool. where you going next?

me: math with Mr. H. right here *points at door*

d: *groans* i just came back from math. that's my first fucking period 🙄

me: *laughs* ahh it's my 2nd. well, technically 3&4 but ykwim (if you need me to explain the schedules lmk)

d: Okay well i gtg

me: yeah me too, see you in like an hour or some shit *smiles and waves*

d: *smiles and waves back*

sooooo

then math

these bitches at my table

are fucking horrible

i'm trying to do a placement exam

and they keep talking

like BITCH I DID NOT MAKE IT TO AN ACCELERATED CLASS JUST FOR Y'ALL TO BE THE REASON WHY I FAILED

TAKE YOUR ASSES AND CHEAT ON THE EXAM SOMEWHERE ELSE HOES

I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR YOUR BULLSHIT

"wElL Mr H sAiD wE CaN tAlK" "We ArEnT eVeN bEiNg LoUd"

SHUT THE FUCK UP

HE SAID WE CAN TALK ABOIT MATH AND UR LITERALLY TALKING ABOUT YO UGLY ASS FACE

so that was fun.

oh and also Mr. H (the teacher) draws so we can like give him a photo and he'll draw like the outline and give it back to us to color and then hang it up in the room!! so i'm gonna ask him if he can draw Stitch or smth so i can color it and hang it in the classroom!

yk if i remember lol

oh and like towards the end of class i went to the bathroom to fix myself up a little bit™️ bc on odd days i have

✨️english class✨️

after math <3

so i put on my favorite lipstick and tamed my hair a bit more and just made sure my clothes looked alright and shit lol

i also cleaned up my boots too while i was at it <3

i love my boots so much

i want moreee

like

actually i don't want more

i NEED more

if i had the money, i would be a doc martens addict and i'd have hundreds of pairs

but alas

bitches are expensive

*sads*

okeu anywayy

i get back to class and these hoes are still talking about the girliest shit ever i literally was going to kill myself if i had to listen to anymore of it

so then we started packing up and then we left

AND THENNNN

ENGLISH CLASS TIME

so we all lined up outside the door bc the teacher wasn't in yet (Mrs. K)

and i tried to stand next to him (delgado) but this bitch got in line RIGHT before me so she was in-between us :/

but thats alr cus he sorts slowed down in line and i caught up so we walked in the room around the same time

and i was wearing a shirt with a Mexican food place and Mrs. K was like "oh my gosh that's my favorite Mexican restaurant in [insert location]!!" and i was like "yeah its pretty good. well, for white people cooking the food. the only real Mexican food you get is from Mexico, or your mamás kitchen" and delgado looked at me like he knew lol so that's when he sorta started catching on that I'm Mexican too

it's nice not to have to tell someone about my ethnicity for once and them figuring it out on their own

so yeah <3

and we had to finish these state mandated tests bc we got only like halfway done on friday

so me and delgado were writing each other notes and doodles to help keep ourselves awake and not fall asleep during that godforsaken fucking test 😭😭

so after we got done (we finished our tests around the same time lol) Mrs. K let us kinds do our own thing as long as we weren't disruptive

so i read DPS and he was playing some game on his Chromebook

and it was so funny bc he had his chromebook on mute but you can tell when he lost and stuff bc he would make a fist and be like "noooo" really quietly

idk

it was funny to me, at least

and there was someone's alarm going off and it sounded like the beep a bomb makes before it goes off

and ofc my mind immediately went to JD <3

and then me, delgado, baseball guy, and d's short bestie all looked at each other like "you hear that 👀"

and then me and delgado crossed ourselves and said "el padre, el hijo y el espíritu santo" but he said it in english lol

and like he's so sweet

so not only did he double check we were still eating lunch together in the hallway but he also asked again at the end of english class

ik it may not seem like anything to you but it means a lot to me

bc i'm always the one to make sure plans are still plans and i feel annoying for asking so many times and that i'm bothering the other person and it just feels nice to have someone else take the time to ask, yk?

so it also turns out our lockers aren't that far away from each other's so even though he's English Class Crush™️ he also qualifies as Hallway Crush™️

speaking of hallway crushes

yk Luca? his locker and also Mikey's (Michael, but we all call him Mikey) lockers are close-ish to mine

so yeah that's great/sarc

it is, in fact, not great.

BECAUSE THAT MEANS I CANNOT RISK LOOKING LIKE SHIT IN THE MORNING

i mean i make sure i always look somewhat good before i leave the house

BUT STILL

anyway

we go to lunch and his friend Alex comes along and im like ooo cool i get to meet his friend

and i sat down and saved us some seats while they went to get the food from the lunch people

so when they come and sit down i was hoping that i would sit next to delgado bc that was the whole fucking point of eating lunch with him

but Alex sits his ass right in between us

but like ig Alex is a protective friend or smth?? idk but like yeah i didn't take offense or anything bc id be the same way

we were stil able to talk tho <3

and anyway they come and sit down and the lunch for the 14th was grilled cheese

but lemme tell you

that, was in fact, not grilled cheese

it looked like two soggy pieces of bread with orange food coloring in the middle

that cheese? was NOT cheese

and i was like oh hell nah no way is Boy Bestie™️ eating whatever the fuck that government looking waste was

so i was like dude have what you want out of my lunch, there's no way you're eating that on my watch

and i was like hey Alex you can go ahead and eat my lunch too

so Alex took the dragonfruit and smth else i think

and delgado had the tortillas mi mamá packed for me

again, i wasn't hungry at all because i had thrown up earlier but i forced myself to eat something before i passed out

oh and forgot to mention

delgado fr said "AYYY MEXICAN STYLEEE" bc i had the tortillas wrapped up in tinfoil and some chorizo con papas y huevos and i was like "HELL YEAHHH"

idk if the white people understand this or not but like this was a bonding moment for us bc there aren't a whole lot of mexicans at our school

so like to see that we're apart of the same culture is really nice

oh and he was also like "my mom makes that like every morning!" and i was like "my mom made it yesterday and decided to pack me some for lunch!"

i would've given him like a fist bump or smth but i wasn't gon put my arm across Alex to get to delgado cus like

just no

so anyway sometime in the middle of lunch i was eating my food and then

poof

woosh

*shimmery sound effects*

THEY'RE GONE

I DON'T KNOW HOW OR WHEN BUT THESE BITCHES JUST VANISHED

SO THEN I WAS LIKE NO NO NO I'M GONNA HAVE TO BE ALONE FOR THE NEXT 20 MINUTES WHYYY

but i didn't wanna move and go look for them bc not only are we not allowed to i also thought maybe they just needed to go the the bathroom

so i just sat there looking like a kicked puppy with sad eyes because i'm not fucking tall enough to look for them in the crowd of gross teenagers

so i just sit there and text my friend because when i lose my friends (and this has happened since elementary) i get really aggressive bc i get overstimed so yk i texted my friend to calm myself down

anyway

lunch over

i get my shit from my locker and head to gym

we go over where we will sit for attendance

and then we go over fire drill procedures and shit

and then we spend most of our time doing jackshit

and like the last 20 minutes of class coach was like okay you can play basketball with the boys orstand around idrc bc we only have a little but till the end of the day

so i channeled my inner white girl and just watched delgado play basketball

and like he's one of the only guys who actually knows how to fuckin play 😭😭

also this one kid got hit in the back of the head and fell straight forward and on his face like a looney tunes character

comedic gold right there

and at the end of phys ed me and delgado were walking the same direction bc our lockers are near each other's and it looks like we're gonna have lunch again on Wednesday since that's the next time i have 3rd lunch <3

so yeah i hope i was midly entertaining

it's 1:36am and i gotta get up at 6:30am so goodnight and sorry for not Finnishing this earlier, i got caught up in something

#☆ hawk talk

[mangoshorthand]

Your thoughts on the Five going to school/college in S4 speculations? And Five’s journey in S4 in general? I kind of dislike the idea. The man is nearly 60 and tired, I want him to have a break instead of dealing with teens and homework.

I can understand where the thoughts are coming from though, because what is he supposed to do at 13 with no powers, but I can imagine he would be so done there, and you can see he is cleanly uncomfortable being stucked in his teenage body. Two new characters where officially introduced to work as professors, maybe Five will be one too? Probably for maths?

In general I am curious where the story will go for him.

Will he stay in his body and catch up the years he lost in the apocalypse? Because I remember Aidan saying something like Five never got to discover who he really is. But then he would be mentally like, over 100 in the future?

Will he get his old body back? But Aidan not playing his last scene would be sad, Aidan is born for this role. Aidan is Five.

Will he die? Sounds logical since we have the problem with his body, and he is always the one who tries to saves everyone’s ass. (And still gets scolded instead of getting a hug or thank you, which bugs me). But Five dying after everything he’s been through would also break not me but I guess everyone who loves his character.

I am sorry for the long ask, but I really liked your answer about AroAce Five and I am interested in your thoughts about this as well!

Well, ya know, now you meeenntion it, I actually have a fic on Ao3 about Five ending up in juvie after losing his powers, called Alias Number Five so you might consider this as part of my speculation on a possible S4 trajectory. But enough pushing my own shit:

School/University?

I don't see Five going to school. I think, even in a situation where he was forced to, it would be clear that he could pass his final exams within the first month and he would be accelerated. I don't think he would tolerate school. I can imagine him enjoying being around kids in the way an indulgent uncle might but I don't think he'd tolerate a school setting for long. University is more likely in my opinion. I think Five is someone who wants rest, but I honestly think he would get bored shitless of retirement within a couple of weeks. He might have the memories and experience of an older man, but his body is not. A lot of the physical and mental tiredness you get when you're older is physiological (the brain and body slowing down, becoming less adaptable) and Five has the physical body and brain as a young person. He'd simply have too much energy to spend 70+ years fucking about fishing and gardening. I can see academia in something like maths, engineering or theoretical physics as a happy medium: he would have a long term project but enough time to breathe while he did it. Very little urgency, plenty of time to goof off and find himself, time to actually grow up and discover who he is. Just like we all do at college.

Body?

I doubt Five will get his body back. And I don't want that for him either. He actually does need to grow up and learn to navigate the non-apocalyptic world and relationships with other humans. He needs the time and energy that the younger body will give him to do that. All my fics about him are, at their core, about his inability to do this, (or learning how to). I find it really interesting to imagine how he would approach normal interpersonal things (e.g. romantic relationships, communicating his feelings, parenthood) when his most formative years were spent without other people. He's naive yet jaded and that's a fascinating combination. Also, as great as AG is, I have to put in a shout for Old Five's actor. Sean Sullivan is brilliant too and definitely does the character justice. Their work together is very impressive.

Death?

I think his death is not unlikely as a plot point. If he does, I think he will die in the way that Allison and Klaus 'appeared' to die and then came back. How they'll achieve that, I don't know. Five is a very self-sacrificing person and I have no doubt he would sacrifice himself for his siblings if called upon to do so. It would make sense for his character. I am also frustrated by how much his siblings take this for granted, (another theme in Alias Number Five!), and Five choosing to die to save them could be the thing to kick them up the ass and get them to start appreciating him. It would make narrative sense, you know?

Thanks for the ask. I like to pontificate. 😊

#Sean Sullivan is life #mango muses #tua five #headcanon #five hargreeves #fanfic #just pushing my fics #don't mind me #whistles innocently

[ijayway]

Mr. Henderson

I tried in school, I promise you I did. I did well in almost every subject, I just couldn’t do math. I always struggled in the subject, but senior year is particularly hard because of Mr. Henderson.

He was a little over six feet tall and had a deep voice. It was clear he worked out, his workout bag was usually in the corner of the classroom.

His one downfall is his odor. Like I said, he is very attractive, but sometimes he simply smelled bad. I had him later in the day, and sometimes he would workout on his lunch break. He either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, because he obviously doesn’t shower before going back to teaching. One time he accidentally opened his gym bag and I was able to smell his shoes on the other side of the room. I hated bad smells, especially feet.

“Jake, meet me after class, alright?”

I knew what this meant, I failed another test. I stayed in my seat after the final bell and listened to all my classmates head home for the day. I go up to his desk and sit in the chair next to it. Once the room cleared, Mr Henderson stood up and closed the door. I started to grow nervous when I heard him lock the door and pull down the blinds.

“Jake, you failed another test. A 40 percent, seriously? We spent so much time going after this, what the heck happened?”

I have my head down in shame, I am passionate about school and disappointing a teacher is upsetting.

“I’m sorry, sir. I tried really hard, I promise I did”.

He cuts me off, not accepting my promise to the truth.

“Honestly, I don’t really believe you. I see the way you dose off in class, whats the deal?”

“I really don’t know, I’m sorry”.

The truth is, I am looking at him more than paying attention in class. I just can’t help myself sometimes.

“Well, I am sick of wasting my time. It’s clear that you aren’t getting it and don’t seem to give a crap”

I am shocked at this raise in aggression, he doesn’t ever get like this. He has always been so nice and helpful, I don’t understand what is going on.

“No sir! I promise I do care, I really do!”

“Well Jake, you’re about to fail my class and not be eligible to graduate”

I start to full on panic at this response, I knew it was bad but I did know it was that bad.

“Please Me Henderson! I’ll do anything for extra credit, please!”

I am full on begging at this point, I cannot fail and repeat senior year.

“Well lucky for you I came up with the perfect extra credit assignment”. For the first time, his tone changes from aggression, but now its more devious. My eyes widen once he dropped his sweaty gym bag on his desk in front of me.

“Ever since you asked me to move you away from Nick and closer to the window, it started noticed other weird shit you did. You constantly use hand sanitizer and are always chewing gum.”

Its true, I was a germaphobe, I didn’t think it was that noticeable. Clearly it was, and it pissed Mr. Henderson off.

“Obviously you got a weird thing with being a little gross. Aren’t you a man? Why are you so concerned about little germs, when you can do simple math!”

Tear start quickly streaming down my face as Mr. Henderson degrades me. I thought he liked me, but he just sees me as a weak, feeble excuse for a man.

“So, here’s what you’re going to do. You are going to learn what a real man smells and taste like and earn extra credit. I got a bag full of sweaty gym gear behind me, stuff that hasn’t been washed all week. 1 minute earned a half point extra credit. You need all the points you can to get to a passing grade, and just a 100 on this exam isn’t going to be nearly enough”

“Please sir, don’t make me do this! There has to be another way!”

I am full on sobbing at this point, I really don’t want to deal with his stench.

He then gets closer and smacks me in the face. He is now fully pissed off, I start to realize I have no other choice.

“No, there isn’t. Its obviously you’re a lost cause in math, I’m not wasting any more time trying to teach you. I’m already willing to stay two hours after school on a Friday to help you, be fucking grateful.”

Accepting I have no other way, I slowly pick up his shoes and start to inhale. I can only manage a few seconds before I throw myself in a coughing fit, close to throwing up. Mr. Henderson starts to laugh at my reaction to his disgusting shoe.

“Better get back to it! Like I said, there isn’t a lot of time left his semester.”

I bring the shoe back up to my face, accepting my face.

“Oh! I also got some other stuff to smell and lick if you get bored of my workout gear”

“Also, smelling and licking my feet for at least 30 minutes a day is mandatory if you want any of this to count.”

#malefeet #footmaster #sweaty socks

[fullsunstrawberry]

okay so part two!

so kao (boyfriend nickname) came back a few days ago… it was a whole mess but it was perfect after

so one - traffic was a bitch that day

two- kao loves to not respond to my texts sometimes

three- i got a call from my mom asking to pick her up (she lives in new jersey… i live in nyc… so you see the predicament i have)

anyway- so i’m in traffic hanging up my call from my mom and already in a bad mood, so when kao never responds to me when i ask where he is… yeah you can imagine how pissed i got (i’m super over dramatic!!)

so i pull up to the main entrance for kala terminal or whatever and i park the car and pay and shit and i literally can’t find him ANYWHERE

i’m calling, texting, and tracking on life360 but it’s not working (his phone is like lowkey broken so his location was still in japan) so i’m close to tears because when i’m pissed/stressed/happy/or any emotion i start crying (i’m working on it… it’s just my hormones) and i look up and THERE THAT LITTLE STINKER IS

so i run up to him and he almost falls and we hug for like 15 mins (okay prob not but you undertand) and then we leave and spend the night togyher and whatever

i wake up the next day and realize i never picked up my mother 😭 she was super pissed but i told her kao is back and she was like “ohhhh” and forgot about it

ANYWAY HAG oldest brother dmed kao and apologized but still hasn’t apologized to me so kao won’t accept it sooo the drama continues

sometimes i hate big families but then i love them bc my fam >>>

also math has always came to me but econ is so hard recently i don’t know why i feel like dropping out tho because i seriously cant do this tbhh

also business majors are awesome so don’t be hard on yourself!! you’ll figure out something that’ll work eventually:) life always works in the end

also good luck on the exams i know you’ll do so awesomeeee :)

(now that my uni is over except a lot more of these) (but if you ever want me to stop pls tell me i will enger be offended or anything)

bye love!!! 🩷🩷

you gotta put a tracker on him…like one of those spy ones

also DID YOUR MOM EVER GET THERE???

DAMN TEN YEARS!! me and my brothers age gap is 3 years

algebra 1 was my favorite but it went all down hill after

if you had to switch econ with something else… what would you? econ and math just sounds really smart ((also just took an econ test and i think i failed 💀))

at first i wanted to be an accountant but i’m thinking about marketing idkkk i took a bunch of social media classes so i might go into social media marketing

can’t wait for more of these!! if i ever tell you to stop KILL ME cause it’s an alien taking my place 😤🫡

sorry if this is weirdly formatted because i wrote this throughout the day 🙏❤️

love yah <3

#my love <3 #ask answered #my favorite #ask away! #the picture is of me #everytime i read something you sent #erin-calling <3

[danielle-dna]

How Andy Mixed Her Groove Back - 1

It has been a dumpster fire of a year. The summer of 2023 and for the first time in my life, I had nothing to do. I had just finished my A - levels and while patiently waiting for a dull, miserable exam board to decide my fate, I had found myself thinking: what do I do with all this newly accuired free time?

The first thing on my growing to-do list was to sleep. Sleep and I were like a pair of coworkers who clearly have a thing for each other, but for some reason things never get past the first base. I had suffered with insomnia for about half a decade, but with the burden of schoolwork and idiot teachers who clearly didn't care about my future, I had managed to seduce Mr Sleep on a few occations.

Despite my mental and physical exhaustion, the first thing i did when I returned home from my final exam was to bin all of my notes for the three miserable subjects I have chosen: chemistry, maths and biology. The latter I actually enjoyed. I picked up the nearest Primark paper bags, dumped all the papers and threw them in the nearest recycling bin. Just because I suffered, doesn't mean that mother Earth has to suffer too.

Now the big question remained: what the hell should I do for the rest of the summer? I had a job that I hated, a very hard earned £6000 resting in my bank account and an empty notebook that was begging to be filled with ideas and revolutionary patents.

I spent the first two weeks laying in bed, napping or watching Sex and the city. It got me thinking: why can't my life be as fabulous as the one of Samantha Jones. A beautiful, confident woman with a great job and incredible style. Her hair always seemed to be on point and she had a decent amount of luck in her life.

My karma wasn't the greatest. I was not blessed with fabulous genetics or charisma, instead I was blessed with a revenge complex and PCOS. The latter was recently diagnosed.

My luck could be best described in the following situation: one night I decided to clean my brushes and combs. I boiled the water, put some baking soda and detergent in a bucked and soaked all my tools for a while.

After I finished, I placed them on a shelf where I usually keep them in the bathroom and one of the combs fell directly in the toilet. I believe no further explanation is needed.

If there is a god, I think he must be laughing his ass off with a giant bag of popcorn, while staring at my life like it's a bad sitcom.

That was until he came into my life. Simon Riley. And at that moment, my life started to look less like a bad sitcom and more like an old porn tape the greasy uncle has hidden in his garage, right next to the playboy collection.

I firmly believe that all parents want their kids to be a better version of themselves. Due to my socioeconomic household, I was always encouraged to never give up and work hard. But what do we do, when our hard work doesn't pay off? Do we throw in the towel? Or keep going, blindly hoping that despite all odds, our work will pay off someday?

This was not the best time for me to get philosophical. My life was not a Sex and the city episode, where despite all the shit, somehow everything works out well and everybody stays happy. So I decided to make a Summer Bucket List. It included everything I wanted to do this summer. Well, mostly the things I have wanted to do since forever, but either didn't have the time or lacked the mental enery.

Whenever I told Simon about it, he thought it was a great idea. He said it's good that I have aspirations for myself. When I asked him about his aspirations, he pulled me closer and we did the Devils' tango all night.

I can appreciate his honesty.

#call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley smut #ghost smut

[marshmallowprotection]

Hi, I'd like to ask for a match-up if you don't mind. This might be fairly lengthy or idk sorry about that. I use she/her and I think I'm pan although I would much rather not use labels for something as fluid as sexuality. My love languages are quality time and acts if service.

I've been told that I seem unapproachable to those who dont know me, which is understandable since I'm reserved around others most of the time. However, that's not the case at all with my close friends. I'm far more relaxed and expressive around them.

I'd say I have very low self esteem and find nothing to like about myself so I rely heavily on external validation, but only from people who mean somethingto me. I fear being perceived in a way i don't want by them so that sometimes leads to me being insincere with them at the start of relationships.

This will be a cliche but I've had my gifted kid burnout lol. It lead me to have a horrific work ethic like even right now I'm procrastinating on revising for an exam lmao. As for my grades they vary according to how much the subject interests me. Like I score really well on subjects like Math, English and psychology but in subjects like chemistry and physics, they're insanely unpredictable depending on if I liked that topic or not (anywhere from 40-100[which is sad tbh wish I was more consistent💀 also idk the us grade equivalent]) so I'd say interest plays a really important role in my actions.

That being said I gain and lose interest in stuff pretty quickly so it is really hard to talk about hobbies or likes and dislikes lmao. But a general trend that I've noticed is I unironically like pretentious shit lol. Psychology, law, philosophy and literature interest me very much. Other than that I've recently been getting into astrology bc of a friend and it's kinda fun?? Lol. Oh and for what it's worth I'm a Capricorn sun and moon and Virgo rising.

I also really like writing and have a collection of poems, some of which are embarrassingly edgy but in my defence I wrote them while having an emo phase back in middle school. But I still enjoy writing poetry and other short pieces. I also like singing and I think I'm slightly above mid at it idk. Other than that I like spending time with people who don't drain me on good days.

I tend to mess up a lot in relationships bc idk I somehow end up convincing myself I'm not worthy of them so I self sabotage a lot. Idk if this is relevant but I struggle a lot with mental health but I sought help this year so slay. I can also get pretty obsessive over them due to my pretty bad mental health. And uhhh like idk but if those feelings are not returned it just crashes and burns lmao like I end up hating them, which is honestly awful on my part, but I have to hate them too get over them. But eventually that hatred fizzles out into indifference but idk.

But uh sad stuff aside, I love passionately lmao. Like I spoil the fuck out of my friends and people I love. Handmade gifts, surprise trips, playlists or idk, just lying on the bed vibing in silence I just like hanging around with them. I make all of their problems mine and don't stop until I make them go away completely, or if I can't, I feel guilty about it. I'd say I like helping people. I want to be a therapist because I want to help people feel better or at least let them have some semblance of peace. Seeing that my efforts have made someone feel better makes me inexplicably happy.

And after all that would looks matter lol idk. But like it's safe to say that I'm conventionally ugly lmao. But I don't really mind it. I've made peace with it.

Ok that was genuinely long so sorry about that ahaha. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this and have a great day!

I match you with...

Jumin.

You're the kind of person that is hyper-vigilant about everything that you do. No matter how you came to be this way, it's something that you're aware of and you have a hard time turning off. You are aware that actions have consequences and decisions can do things to other people. One of the things about being an empathetic person is you are constantly checking yourself. It means that you're a good person who always tries their best, but it also means that you wind up limiting yourself in other ways because while you try to emotionally regulate others, you forget to emotionally regulate yourself.

In that case, you need somebody in your life who knows how to remind you that you come first. It's important to help other people but don't take off all of your clothes in a blizzard to protect somebody else and leave yourself with nothing. So having somebody in your life that knows how to take care of other people is important. It makes you a powerful duo in your own right when you're having a good day, but it also keeps the two of you in check when you need a reminder that you need to be taken care of. Jumin is your man for that reason. He can be there for you and you can be there for him.

You’re passionate, too. You like to create with your hands and that leads to you sitting around with Jumin as you work, and he chuckles in approval, working on his projects at the same time. He loves to watch you make something out of the tools you have! It inspires him to focus harder on the hobbies he has. It’s meant to be methodical... but you remind him that it’s a creative endeavor, too. A labor of love molded by your hands. You inspire your lover every day just by being the person that you are. Love is strong and true, and you never have to be afraid of looking over at him and not seeing the same love-filled eyes. It’s always there in his heart.

#mod kait #ask #anon #matchup

[rantgical]

So I had a nightmare. Couldn't really fall back asleep afterwards, I mean I can but didn't really feel like I got any more rest ya know?

The details are blurry now but I woke up crying which is not something I often do. I do remember what the nightmare was about.

I was taking a test, I think it was a math test, and the supervisor was my old math teacher from middle school. At one point she left the room (or maybe just turned away?) and the guy in front of me started immediately talking to his friend who was sitting behind me. Like he actually got up and started waving his test around, comparing answers with them.

I remember he was waving his test paper in front of mine and I got annoyed because I couldn't see my test so eventually, I think I yelled at him. Couldn't remember what I yelled but right after I did the teacher came back and yelled at everyone to get the hell back in their seats.

So I thought, great that was the end of that. But a moment later she came up to my desk, grabbed my test paper and ripped it in half. After that is when the details got really blurry but I remember her saying something about me breaking the rules?

It wasn't downright because I 'cheated' because honestly dream me did not look at the test paper that was obscuring her view.

But looking back on it, the part I found weird was after that I cried and begged her for... something, a new paper? A second chance? Can't remember. But it was weird because irl I never beg for anything and I'll sure as hell never cry and make a scene in a classroom full of people, and then I woke up.

After thinking about it some more I figured the reason dream me was so out of character was because that nightmare resembled something that actually happened when I was actually in middle school.

There was a math test I took then that had really unclear instructions because the teacher wasn't here and the supervisor in her stead didn't know shit. So, being the smartass sixth grader I am, I scrawled a note on the top margins of the page, above the school logo and the box where you put your name, that said (and I quote) "The instructions for this test was unclear so just mark whichever one is in the correct spot okay?"

And that's what I handed in. Doesn't seem too bad right?

Apparently that was a big no-no because a week later the teacher came in and she was fucking pissed. She called me to the front of the class and basically asked what the hell I was thinking. She read out the message to the whole class and started going on about how you're absolutely not supposed to write on the top margins of exam paper and how even the teachers take care not to write anything there and how what I wrote was disrespectful, yada yada.

I don't know how embarrassing it actually is but sixth grade Regi was mortified. So I apologized, promised I won't do it again, sat back down, and that was the end of that right? wrong.

About an hour later, someone from the class next door came into mine and said that she wanted to see me. So I went to the class next door and then in front of that class, she gave the exact same spiel she gave in my class about how I was super disrespectful because I wrote on the top margins of some fucking piece of paper.

So now I've been embarrassed (I won't say humiliated because that's a strong word even and I'm sure it felt more embarrassing than it actually was) in front of two classes. Can't remember at what point I started crying but I remember sitting outside the classroom during break time and either crying or brooding even when everyone else lined up to go back inside after break time.

I remember telling my parents and they got way angrier than I thought they would and they actually came to see that teacher the next day (even though I said it was fine and they didn't have to do that) and then for the third time she said she wanted to see me but this time it was to sit me down and say she didn't mean to humiliate me in front of two classes (she said other things too but that's the part that stayed with me and also the fact that she never explicitly apologized).

And then that was that. Life moved on. The end.

So why did something that happened when I was like 12 come back to haunt me 8 years later? Probably because that whole ordeal was heavier on my psyche than I initially thought it was (does it count as trauma? I don't really know, I don't wanna say that it is and risk making a mountain out of a mole hill) and well yea that sucked. I couldn't sleep after that so I'm gonna be tired for the rest of the day and I have to go to work feeling like this.

Anyway good morning.

[cuntspunsgunsfuns]

manifestation works

and here's what happened to me; my dream job, my final exams, money, make up, clothes i wanted, relationships, basically everything that i ever asked for and manifested, came to me. no bullshit.

i graduated last week, and there's (im not exactly sure if its called the SAT's) your final exams you have to take all of them when you're about to graduate and stuff. so mind you, in january i signed up for it, back then i had trouble with school learning and stuff, so i was pretty CONFIDENT that i signed up for nothing and i was gonna fail. and i wanted to study real bad, but i never did. so before the SATs i wanted to get a job like real bad after i was finished with school, and i was not close to getting one. and i was so lost, i felt like my life was over and i was so insecure about stuff, so i pretty much gave up trying. i was scrolling through tik tok and i found a video that was talking about how SUBLIMINALS work and that people are actually getting crazy results from listening to subliminals and stuff. i was desperate, and very much worn out but i still gave it a try, cause like it wont hurt and this stuff is really interesting to me. every morning before going to school, i sat In front of the mirror doing my make up and listening to a subliminal that was focused on like, getting my dream job. and i was getting ready and just imaging myself getting that call from the boss or some shit, and getting ready for work like it was all in my head.

deadass, i get a phone call saying that they were so interested by my application and they would like to offer me an internship just to see if i like it, if its something that its meant for me, if they'll see that i am capable of working here, and stuff.

guys, im gonna start working in september, and they pay me 2x more than what i thought they would.

i will always be thankful to myself for being patient and actually never losing hope, because sometimes it took too long for them to reach out to me, but in the end i got it.

i had three final exams left. and these were the most, intense, like the ones that count the most. and you cannot fuck up any of these exams because they are literally, the most important of all the exams you've done so far. i was not prepared, i didnt open a book to like at least try or something. i was walking in these exams confident about everything, like i know what im doing, i didnt learn shit but im here for it and im gonna pass it.

i had doubts but each time my mom asked me howd it go id tell her that i aced it and nothing to worry about. so math is the final exam, and its tomorrow, and im procrastinating each time, i tell myself ill study later but it ended up being 9pm and i was literally on PRIME VIDEO.

i go on yt, search a short video explaining hard math, dont understand one thing. so im like, why should i do this when i can just listen to a subliminal?? LOL. I LISTENED TO A SUBLIMINAL FOR 2 MINUTES. AND IT WORKED.

i dont wanna go into full detail but im writing this to remind myself how i did all of that. i always thought that i was crazy, because i could not understand, why, or how, each time i think about something it comes to me. i thought i was losing my mind lol. i think about a song that i havent heard in a loooong time or a shirt i havent seen for a long time and they just pop up. right in my eyes. in the same day in the same hour.

my subconscious mind is so powerful and i swear u cannot convince me otherwise. its helping me. and every thought just comes like it sounds super crazy but its so real and its amazing.

so thats why u should visualize, think about what u want, who u want to become and that will come to you. your subconscious mind is already getting it. because your thoughts already exist, your desires are yours and you just have to let them come through.

each time you talk bad, or bad mouth, talk shit about someone your subconscious mind records it and basically places that effect on you. like who you are, that negativity doesn't flow to that person, it comes to you. so whenever you open your mouth and say something hateful its only backfiring.

the same is with your thoughts. whenever you sit there and worry and just constantly doubt yourself, hate yourself, hate the future and think about how horrible its gonna turn out or ur not enough, thats exactly whats gonna happen.

u can control it. you can be it

#manifesation

[anarchist-soupkitchen]

I didn't study for a easy maths exam, here's what happened (NOT CLICKBAIT, IT WENT WRONG)

So, my exam results are coming up on the 9th, I obviously wont post them but I want to talk about my problems with it. Because of how the school system is structured after you have learnt the content of the course, permitted you pass your prelims you get to do a final exam. Your grade is entirely dependent on that one exam. Sometimes there’s assignments or folios that could be worth a percentage of your grade but there is always an exam. If you want to resit the subject because you’ve failed for whatever reason you have to take the course next year, relearn all the content from the previous year and sit the final exam. And if you screw that resit up, your fucked.

I’m particularly fucked with maths. No other subject just maths. I moved school when we were first learning the essential skills in maths, because of that move I was placed in the bottom class. I did get moved up class after a week because of my ability but I feel like I should have been moved up more. Obviously I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have this problem if I did. I was stuck at this level for two years learning way too easy maths even though I displayed enough skill to be moved up. I asked many times to be moved up to no avail. When I get to finally take the harder maths class I didn’t take it seriously. I was taking higher level classes so maths is the only one at the lowest level. It was again, too easy and because of that I didn’t do any studying. And because of that I think I failed my final exam when several topics came up what I didn’t know about.

So yeah, I’m getting results back on the 9th and I’m pretty sure I massively failed my maths exam and won’t be allowed to do the even harder maths. This wouldn’t be such a big deal, if I didn’t need this subject to apply for my uni course. I want to do a computing course but I need maths. But I failed maths. Its not like I’m shit at computing or anything, its literally just maths. I can even handle maths in a computing context fine.

I hate how this is my only roadblock to applying for my course. To add to the extra level of how fucked I am, this is my last year at school. This year someone would be applying to uni, apprenticeships, collages or jobs to go onto after school. I wish I could just repeat the year at school, but I can’t. I will be pushed out to do something at collage to build up to uni. That would be fine if they had my level of qualification at my local collage. But they don’t, because I live in an impoverished area what would rather teach skills for work instead of the qualifications needed to get into a degree course at a university. Fun. The nearest collage that runs the course that I need to get into uni is in the big city, an hour away. Not to mention it’s at night school only and I’ll have to pay for it.

That’s what will happen if I don’t get a B on the maths qualification the minimum of what I need to progress into the harder maths qualification. I’m so fucked and I fucking hate this.

#school problems #imsofucked #lezzzgo #rant

[likingtolie]

09.05

6:36 am, the alarm had just gone off the third time. She pressed her eyes together in the hope of waking up. Not from her sleep, but from the reality as it could just.. disappear. That if she opened her eyes again it would be different. There wouldn’t be this mess of a room. There wouldn’t be this emptiness that came when he left anew. She didn’t want to wake up here. Somewhere different, somewhere where she has a reason to get up. Something to look forward to. But there is nothing new, nothing changes. ever. So she signed and opened her eyes. If she doesn't get up now she will be running out of time while getting ready. She does this every morning from 6:40 to 7:00 am. Get up, go to the bathroom, stare at yourself and wash the leftover mascara out of your eye, put on new eyeliner. One line after the other, relearning how to do the wing every time. Then the kayal and fresh mascara and the concealer. It's funny that she cares about these kinds of things. But when you get to know her, when you are her you understand, that there was never something that mattered as much. This is something she can’t lose. Her tired eyes gaze into the dirty, way too big mirror. The girl staring back looks nothing like she should, like she remembers her. It could be his fault because how dares he leave her alone like that? By herself. She wipes away that thought as soon as she remembers. His pain of being her brother, the pain to him that she exists. Her lathe in the bag kinda looks too real. Like it is the only thing that stays. An addiction to something. Once a girl she talked to asked her what she liked to do. Smoking probably, sleeping, draining out her thoughts. Hating people that she loves. School was pretty shit. Math and physics in the first two periods. There is nothing as bad as that combination. she gets through pretty quickly though. Four hours of history exam later she finds herself at a familiar place. The little wall in front of the school gate. Where the year 12s are every morning, chatting, being social, being addicted. She always joins them as soon as she smoked her first one of the day. It like a reward for waking up. Especially when it’s sunny out. Life feels a little less shit then. She used to feel less shit. Probably the last time she felt like that was when they went on road trips, when they were close. he was into her but she didn’t mind. Maybe she didn’t care that he wanted more because that meant she was in control. In control of how close they would get. He was nice, that was all she cared about. Someone that liked to be around her. Like genuinely. So now she stands in the sun. Smoking again. This time she stands next to their mutual friend. He is distant now, she doesn’t get why but is too hurt from his rejection that she stopped asking questions like: why? and how can i undo it? maybe it was the blue hair. Just like he always said. “you have blue hair.” like he needed to remind himself. or her. like she should be ashamed of her blue hair. Like it made her matter less. She hated feeling like that. And they didn’t make it any better. They were mean and distant even tho they were supposed to be in love. Or she just liked to imagine it like that, like she was never loved. A lonely soul meant to be abandoned after you realize there is nothing to gain from her. Just sad things and pathetic cries for love. But you don’t care about giving love, you just don’t seem to like giving love or receiving it. At least not from her. He, on the other hand, he is different

[ttheriddlerr]

Idk I this is we’re

You request

But I was thinking of a y/n x fez but it is mainly about her an ashtrays relationship. Just like scenarios with y/n as a mother figure towards ash like when he is sick or in trouble I just think it would be so cute bye 😘

EFFORTS

I LOVE THIS IDEA AHHH

summary : in which, fezco isn’t the only one who realizes your efforts.

warning : unedited

pairing : fezco x black!reader + ash

the first time fezco introduced you to ash he thought you were weird. you were fairly quiet around him but very talkative with fezco.

you didn’t wanna make a bad impression on fez’s lil bro when meeting him for the first time so you kept it short.

fezco knew you weren’t being rude, you were always a nervous individual. so he understood fairly well why u acted so distant at first.

they first time you and ash had a real conversation was when fezco brought up school. it was some time ago but you all still remembered it like it was yesterday.

“hey [name], how did those exams go? you know with your studies and shit.” fezco asked while in the kitchen

“they went good actually! i get to move on with my classes on mathematics and science studies! i scored pretty high too!” you didn’t mean to brag, you were just super proud of yourself

“maybe you could help ashtray lil dumbass, he’s always need help wit school work and you know ion know much about that.” fezco was obviously joking about ashtray but you did infact agree to help him

ash barely attended school and it was obvious to why, but you did at least want him to still know things he needed in the future.

so that day when he and fezco came back from running the store you sat down with him and talked about it. obviously not trying to be really pushy because the last thing you wanted to do was make him uncomfortable.

“hey ash so fez told me you could use some help with school work and stuff like that. if you want i could help you with some, of course only if you want.”

at first he wasn’t totally on board with it, first reason because why would he need help from you? you were just some girl fez was dating and second he could learn from the real world not some meaningless books.

“you don’t have to answer today, just whenever you do want help with school just tell me. i’m here to help, i wanna see you succeed kid.”

you could see how nervous he was to answer so you didn’t wanna push him.

that day you made them dinner before heading to your own house, and ash absolutely loved it. he obviously wasn’t gonna tell you that, but he did tell fez. which fez told you and word just got around to you three.

so you started coming over and cooking more frequently, making sure to leave enough for the next day.

during that time ash started warming up to you, realizing you weren’t here to hurt him or his brother.

a couple months after him warming up to you was when he first asked for help, and man were you happy.

you were excited to help the kid, so you started out with the basics for a kid his age.

you know like basic math, science and english. even if he didn’t need it now, he may need it later.

once a week you would give him some sort a sheet to do, which honestly in due time you saw improvements.

fezco was over the moon, he was so happy to see you both bonding. ever since his grandma had gotten into the condition she was is ash never had a “motherly” figure. fez saw that you were the perfect fit, with you smarts and your already nurturing attitude you were perfect.

it was around the month of february and you loved this month. it was nearing the end of the colder months and one of your favorite holidays came up, which of course was valentine’s day!

you had something cute planned out for you and the boys. you obviously had classes that day so your plans did get pushed back by a couple hours unfortunately but it was okay! nothing you couldn’t make up with a delicious home cooked meal and chocolate!

so when you seen that both ash and fez came home that night looking stressed you knew something was up. you instantly fixed them a plate of whatever you were cooking and told them not to worry. just to sit down relax because they looked like they’d been through enough today.

you served both the boys and sat with them eating too.

“happy valentine’s day guys, i got you both something! but eat first don’t wanna distract you” so for the time being you all ate with the tv playing in the background.

once they were all done with eating you took the plates and washed them, you always made sure everything was clean before anything else.

once you were done you grabbed a couple things from your bag and made your way back to the couch.

“so i got you guys something quick im sorry it’s not much, just with school and stuff i didn’t have enough time. i really hope you both like it.”

so you have fez his respective items which was a box of chocolates and a little bear so he could always be reminded of you and a hand written letter. it entailed about how much you loved and appreciated him, how he changed your life for the better and much more.

then you turned to ash and gave him a box of a more variety of candy, so not just chocolates. you got him some game he’d been talking about for the longest and also a hand written card.

it basically was about how much you had seen him improved not only academically but also as a person. how you felt as though he was a great kid and him going out his way to protect his brother was something you couldn’t have thanked him more for.

you and ash has a similar upcoming, you were bother delinquents, always running the streets, doing anything and everything to stay alive and make a living. you sort of understood how he viewed his place in the world and you wanted him to know you really appreciated him and everything he has accomplished so far.

to say the card hit him hard was an understatement, sure he wouldn’t express it to you but you could tell. it was getting later and you had to go back home because you had class again tomorrow.

“i’ll see you guys again to tomorrow, i love you both so so much! until next time my friends” and with that and a laugh you left out the front door.

ashtray looked up to you, these past couple months you him and fez spent together were more than enough to make him realize. he appreciated you, how happy you made him and his brother. how you always made sure they were both safe every day, made sure they ate, made sure they felt loved.

“fez.. don’t go runnin you mouth but she’s a nice girl. i really like her, i’m happy that you finally found someone to complete you bro. none of that sap shit though, she’s just a sweet lady.” fax was laughing his ass off in the corner

ash had gone soft, for a girl who he barely wanted to speak to in the beginning.

“thanks bro, i’m happy you feel like that. you know ever since ma been in the bed i just needed something to fill us back up. someone you could look up to, and someone i could be with you know? thanks for accepting her lil bro.”

fez always spoke with such a genuine voice, and sincere words when speaking about you.

“yeah yeah whatever man. she’s kinda like i don’t know a mom kinda. you know she looks after us and shit. i like that.” a small but visible smile on his face

“i’m glad ash. now go to bed champ we got stuff to do tomorrow.” and with that fezco was off to bed hoping ash would be close behind.

looking back in everything ash realized you are more than a girl friend to his brother, you were his rock.

ash looked up to you, not only for you brains but for your heart.

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