#THE FUCKUP
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18+, mdni
inspired by @rabbbitseason's insane sae art right here pls direct all complaints to that-a-way :)
ta!sae who's known campus-wide for being a no-nonsense guy, a harsh grader, and an even harsher tutor when it comes to giving critical feedback. who barely says a word during lectures when the professor's there, content to sit in his corner desk at the front of the classroom, occasionally scanning the lecture hall for anyone who's clearly not paying attention to the professor (participation is 35% of the final grade, so you had better be actively listening/taking notes during class).
ta!sae who always shows up in the same getup -- white shirt, suspenders, clean dark slacks. sometimes, he'd wear glasses, sometimes, he'd be without. who has a habit of absently rolling up his sleeves when he gets really into a passage, even though you can't tell from the flatness of his voice, there's a certain way his fingers always dance when he gets properly invested in one topic or other.
ta!sae who, despite his ice-cold rep, has full office hours, because he is as good as they say (if not better), his comments and critiques, if a little on the harsher side, are always helpful and right to the point, and sure, he's been known to make students with more tender dispositions cry on occasion from his hyper-blunt comments ("and what exactly are you trying to say with this sentence? it goes on for... half the paragraph and doesn't make a cohesive point." "there's no coherent thread between the in-text examples and your examination of them -- did you consider these quotes at all before you chose them?") but it's an undisputed fact that he helps you get better, no matter the method.
ta!sae who's got a weird fan-following amongst the more precocious female students (and a handful of the males as well), but he never pays them much mind, treating them like he does everyone else, brushing off their obvious advances, never blushing when a girl gets too close, tries to run her finger along the length of his suspenders, asks him if he's down to get coffee -- he'd pin her with a flat look and repeat that "office hours are monday through thursday, from 3-5pm" and that if she needs help, she can sign up for a slot just like everyone else.
ta!sae who almost does a double-take the first time you step into his little office, but he manages to keep his gaze steady when you settle yourself across his desk and lay out your notes; he can't help thinking to himself that you're a pretty one. but he files that thought away for later -- it's not like you're the first pretty girl to appear opposite him in this office, and he's sure you won't be the last. but there's something about you... he just doesn't know what yet.
ta!sae who expects you to recoil from his comments, but you don't. you push back, you question him, force him to pause and rethink his viewpoints. he blinks, meets your eyes -- and for the first time, he feels a heat prickling into the skin of his cheeks. who, finds himself glancing at the clock on the wall, only to find that he's held you longer than your allotted time but when you get up to leave, he feels a sharp tug in his stomach, like the urge to lean forward and catch your wrist in his, just to see if your pulse is jumping, like his just did.
"i'll see you in a week, then."
you turn at the door, your eyes bright.
"but i haven't made another appointment."
sae blinks owlishly at you, the hard turquoise of his gaze sharpening beneath the florescent lighting.
"then make one."
you cock your head to the side; the corner of your lip twitches. then, you're turning and slipping through his door.
ta!sae who refreshes his calendar every 30 minutes for the next day and a half until he sees that you've finally made an appointment for the same time next week. and the week after. and, the week after that. he allows himself a tiny smile, turns his phone onto do not disturb, and does not check it again for the rest of that week.
ta!sae who pays a bit more attention to you in class, though not enough for any of the other students to notice. who lets his eyes linger on you, even though you never sit in the first row, whenever you look up from your notes, it's to find him watching you, though the second your eyes meet, he'll blink once, and turn away, going back to the lecture. and when you show up to your second appointment for his office hours, he's waiting for you, his fingers laced casually over his desk, his glasses perched on his nose.
you pause for a second by the door to admire the image -- sharp-tongued as he may be, reticent and even cold-shouldered, he still cuts a startling image, strawberry hair and ocean eyes, set off by the muted woods of the bookshelf behind him, the walnut grain of his desk, the piles of papers and books just a tad messier than one might expect of someone like him.
"come. sit."
you do, dropping into the seat opposite him and pressing your bag into your lap. a beat of silence. you point towards a small manila file on his desk.
"you gave me a b minus on the last pop quiz."
sae glances towards it before his eye slingshot back to you. it takes everything inside you not to shiver at the contact.
"yes, and?"
"i -- i don't think i deserved that grade."
he makes a soft noise and reaches over, tugging your quiz out with near surgical precision. he presses it to the table and flips it around, pushing it towards you, the red marks jarring against the white page, the black in, the faint grayscale of your penciled in answers.
"and why's that?"
"i --" you suck in a breath, "on question three, you marked me off, but my answer was correct. it was just a phrasing issue."
"hm. i appreciate you feel that way. i don't agree."
ta!sae who doesn't waste time arguing with you, but does take your complaints into account. the rest of your session is spent going over the notes from the previous class and clearing up any misunderstandings that might've sprung from the text. by the time you leave, you feel slightly better, but you pause by the door, glancing over your shoulder. you find him watching you, as you so often do nowadays.
"s-since you don't do grade adjustments... do you accept extra credit work?"
sae's eyes flicker with something so akin to hunger it makes your stomach flip. then again, it might've just been curiosity or incredulity, caught beneath the slant-wise light of the small, windowless office.
"no."
"oh... you... you wouldn't even consider it?"
he's quiet for a bit longer this time. then, he drops his eyes to the stack of papers on his desk.
"i'll see you next week."
ta!sae who gets used to seeing you on tuesday nights, for the last 30 minutes of his office hours. who lets you stay five minutes over, and then ten. and then one day, he glances at the clock, and it's almost 6pm. he purses his lips, lets his eyes flicker over the shape of you, scribbling in your notebook, an array of pastel-colored highlighters scattered across his usually meticulously organized desk.
"are you hungry?"
you glance up, your fingers pausing over your notes.
"oh, uh --"
"there's a pizza place around the corner."
you stare at him for a few seconds before your stomach growls and heat washes into your cheeks. you scramble to cram your study materials into your bag, blushing something furious as you smooth a palm over your skirt and stand up.
"y-yeah -- sounds good."
ta!sae who's quiet, watching you dig into your hawaiian pizza, who doesn't question it when you order banana peppers on the side and snack of them like they're french fries, though he does make a face when you ask him if he wants actual french fries.
"not a fan?" you ask, grinning as you take another bite of pizza. his eyes linger on the grease-slicked shine of your lips longer than it ought, before he takes a much smaller, dainty bite of his own.
"no." he offers no explanation, and you don't ask for one.
the next week, he doesn't ask if you're hungry. only stands up and motions for the door.
ta!sae who finds himself a little lost the first time he hears you laugh, the sound of it so bright, ringing through him, reverberating against his bones till he can feel it in his teeth. and not for the first time, he wonders what it might feel like to kiss you, to lick the pizza grease off yours lips, and if your mouth would taste like canned pineapples.
truthfully, he doesn't think he'd mind.
ta!sae who, when he does finally give into the urge and kiss you, it's a barely controlled thing, all teeth and barely-restrained hunger, and it's so much more passionate than you might expect that you jerk back a second later, wide eyes flickering between his as if looking for some kind of hidden explanation. he offers none, only drags you forward by the collar of your dress to meld your lips again, groans against the feeling of your lips on his, licks into your mouth till you're melting against him, hoists you bodily into his lap so you're straddling him proper, his fingers digging into the plush of your hips, trailing down to tease at the skin of your thighs --
"i -- i thought -- you didn't accept extra credit --" you pant, rolling your hips down just to watch his lashes flutter (and they're stupidly gorgeous, aren't they? he's known for them -- itoshi sae, of the unnecessarily long, perfect lashes).
he sucks in a breath, his palms planted on your hips as you rock yourself against him.
"i never said anything -- about extra credit."
ta!sae who is annoyingly stoic, even as you're working yourself into a frenzy in his lap, soaking through your panties, his slacks, and if not for the threadiness in his breath or the way you can feel his cock pulsing inside his pants, you'd almost miss how debauched he actually is on the inside. who grips your waist so hard you're sure you'll find the pale blue ghosts of his fingertips there the following morning (not that you mind), the crescent moon kisses of his nails as he helps you ride his cock over the thin material of his slacks.
ta!sae who, after he's finally had enough of all this foreplay, presses you down over his desk, papers and all, flipping up the hem of your skirt to tug aside your panties, the soft click of his belt coming undone making your shiver, but when you try to turn your head, all you feel is a palm against the back of your neck, his fingers curling around the sides --
"keep still --"
you stop your squirming, but you can't help the way you keen when he feel his cockhead pushing at your sodden folds, or the way your hips jerk forward when he sheaths himself inside you, the stretch of it making your eyes flutter shut, a groan twisting its way from your throat.
"f-fuck --" you gasp, the first time he pulls back and rucks forward again. you hear him hiss out a long breath, feel the pressure of his hand leave your neck, feel him trail his hand down the length of your spine to pull at your arms, locking them behind your back as he starts to fuck into you proper.
ta!sae who does not tell you to keep quiet, because he knows that it's late enough, and his office is the last one at the end of the hallway --
"no one's here this late, usually --" his voice is more level than you'd like; you clench down around him just to hear his breath stutter. but then he's bending over you, pressing his chest to the whole length of your back, pinning you beneath him, his voice hot by your ear as he murmurs --
"c'mon then, let me hear you."
ta!sae who is rougher than you'd expect, fucking you hard enough for the edge of the table to dig into your hips, the tenderness only heightening the pleasure as he leans back, the new angle making your eyes roll back. who yanks you up by your arms, uncaring to the way they strain as he jackhammers into you from behind, groaning low in his throat as he finally reaches his climax, pulling out only to paint the length of your back, right over your blouse, careless of the way you whine -- both at the loss of him and also the thought of him messing up your shirt.
"t-that's gonna stain!" you snipe, pouting as you glance over your shoulder at him, not quite able to muster a full glare, but you hope that you dissatisfaction comes across all the same.
he's a bit breathless, his cheeks a bit redder than usual, but otherwise, he looks stupidly normal for having just fucked you over his desk. he fixes you with a look before letting go of your arms.
"you brought a jacket, didn't you?"
ta!sae who hoists you up onto the desk as soon as you turn around, despite your squeak of surprise, dropping to his knees to bury his face between your thighs. you barely have time to yelp before the sound morphs into a gasp of pleasure as he licks a long strip up your cunt and shoves three fingers into you, curling them up till your vision fizzes out at the sides.
"oh fuck --!"
you glance down to see him watching you, his sea-glass eyes fixed on your face even as you reach down to fist your fingers in his hair, uncertain if you want to push him away for pull him closer.
ta!sae who eats you out with the tactical precision of a surgeon, till you're shaking open above him, rolling your hips into his face, your ass almost falling off the edge of the desk, and when he finally pulls away, your slick shining down his chin, he only licks his lips and reaches into a drawer for a pack of tissues, offering you one while taking the other to wipe at his face.
"i'll see you next week," he says, tossing the tissue away, even as you wiggle your panties back into place.
you let out a soft puff of incredulous laughter. he cocks his head, waiting for you to say something. you fix him with a long look before grinning and rolling your eyes, smoothing down the hem of your dress and picking up your book bag.
"yeah. see you then.
ta!sae who doesn't even startle when two days later, you storm into his office, well outside of his office hours, waving the paper he'd passed back that morning in class.
"you gave me a c plus?"
sae is unfazed by your apparent agitation, shrugging before lowering his eyes back to his book.
"you missed some key parts of the reading. if you bring it by next tuesday, we can go over the specific --"
"i've got your cumstains on the back of one of my favorite blouses!"
for a beat, sae is silent, considering your words. then, he looks up, tugging his glasses off his nose bridge and folding them carefully on his desk.
"they come out with a bit of baking powder and white vinegar. and i believe i made myself very clear at the beginning of term --" he slowly rolls up the sleeves of his white button up before folding his hands delicately on the table, right behind his glasses.
"i don't accept extra credit or any... supplementary work."
you lick your lips at the inflection in his tone, your cheeks flaring with heat.
"however."
you perk up as he glances at the clock on the wall, leaning back to pop the first button of his shirt.
"i do have some time before my next lecture --"
you feel a thrill tingle up your spine as you watch him pop the second button on his shirt with a casual flick of his thumb.
"... and if you'd like to discuss the things you missed, i might make an exception."
you raise your eyebrows, reaching back to shut the door behind you. the click of the lock makes your mouth water.
"to what," you ask, dropping your bookbag by the chair and rounding the table, leaning against the edge as sae's eyes skate down the length of you, lingering on the imprint of your bra peaking through your blouse, "the extra credit thing or your office hours."
the shadow of a grin twitches at sae's lips as he tugs you down into his lap.
"either, both. i suppose... you'll have to wait to find out."
#⛈ monsoon season#♨ steamy#anime boys galore#itoshi sae x reader#sae x reader#itoshi sae smut#sae smut#bllk x reader#bllk smut#blue lock x reader#blue lock smut#blue lock#itoshi sae#x reader#itoshi sae x you#bllk x you#IDK IDK IDK IDK IDK IDKI KDI KDI KDI DK DIDKDIK IODKDK DIDK K#2.8k words hahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahaah someone shut me the fuck up#SOMEONE SHUT ME THE FUCK UP someone s huT ME#THE FUCKUP
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his timing for this mental breakdown was immaculate you have to admit.
#naruto#sasuke uchiha#sasuke#before anyone comes at me yes there are other things going on eg the death of his brother and revelation of konoha’s fuckups#but still. the united nations…
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magma schtuff i forgor to post yesterday night 🚶♂️
#it#can u tell my favorite reddie trope is Fuckups and Flopping#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#reddie#stanley uris#adri art
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magma sketches (top one w/ @inoghmia)
#bill's gonna die#the axolotl usually doesn't fix bill's fuckups but it felt it had to intervene this time to keep stanley from offing him again#my art#billford#bill cipher#ford pines#stanford pines#gravity falls#illustration#digital art#magma
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[ID: A drawing of Lila, Patch, and Five striding towards the viewer in varying levels of disgruntlement. Lila is in the middle, carrying a duffle bag and looking murderous. Patch is to one side, wearing heels and looking annoyed; and Five is to the other, carrying a gigantic rifle and looking calm but skeptical. Underneath are closeups of each of their faces: Patch is labeled "thinks these two are too violent". Lila is labeled "planned for a solo mission". Five is labeled "not letting anyone save his brother without him". End ID.]
From @sharkneto's fic Three's Company!! Diego's two girlfriends are off to save his sorry ass, and Five is there too
technically this is not so much fanart of his fic as "we had a conversation and he did a fic about it and i did art about it", but i've been waiting on him to post first so that he could give context and i wouldn't have to lol. let the word guy do the word part, amiright?
#tua#the umbrella academy#five hargreeves#lila pitts#eudora patch#tua fanart#ive had this done for a hot second now which none of you would have known unless you were paying REALLY close attention#but fun lore fact is that this is the art that i had to figure out how to draw patch for#which i then went on to use for other drawings i did later/that yall have already seen#aka in that comic i did for the paranatural au of lila and patch conspiring#and also once or twice for the lemony snicket au#my art#im really tired and have typed a wrong word at least once a sentence so if you notice any grammar fuckups no you didnt
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A solid form is both shackle and strength.
It affects more than you imagine.
Inspired by this gem I captured. I love that they are looking at each other through a literal spirit of command.
anyway... this has been rattling in my brain for a week. And now it is out.
#solavellan#dragon age fan art#dragon age#solas dragon age#inquisitor lavellan#nyssa lavellan#burdens of command#But then it's a man and he wants a woman#I lowkey hate she shares dragon imagery with mythal#she is a reaver#you know the history will fuckup#Lavellan will be so sorry she teased solas about being allergic to halla in a few thousand years
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This man is entirely too pretty for his own good
#da:v#emmrich volkarin#guardy's da stuff#datv#dragon age veilguard#dragon age the veilguard#guardy's art#dragon age emmrich#da4 emmrich#Am I going to regret posting this now instead of looking over it again later and fixing whatever fuckups I missed? PROBABLY#But also if I don't post this now I'll forget about it#so fuck it we ball#“but Guardy why morning glories”#either it's a dirty joke or these are just my favorite flowers#take your pick
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d diaconu.
heartrender. lover. dog.
#D would fight the world and still end up empty-handed#even a savage fuckup like D deserved happiness#if: the ballad of the young gods#interactive fiction#interactive novel#interactive story#twine wip#ro: d diaconu#snippets
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tinkerbell or something
#qsmp#qsmp fanart#qsmp 2024#qsmp mariana#el mariana#my art#blusart#full colour#full render#listen i had a vision#reclaim for myself after my fuckup
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my friend was streaming sunny and it fuckd up
#i literally just randomly found these pics again which is rly funny to me considering my last reblog was that fuckup frm 2017#im just trying to look for references but i find topical gold instead#iasip#always sunny#shitpost#screencap#charlie kelly#the gang#aes
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not usually a solavellan person but imagining the companion dynamics changing post-breakup and especially if lavellan decided to let solas take their vallaslin?? many thoughts. because without the context of solas being the dread wolf and then his refusal to give lavellan any solid reason why he's breaking up with them, the entire scene just feels like he takes lavellan out presumably for some sort of date night or hookup, tells them a key part of their culture is actually not what they thought at all and are actually slave markings, and then immediately breaks up with them without explanation no matter what they choose. how. how does that not rewrite at least a little of what the other companions and advisors think of solas.
#dai#dragon age inquisition#dragon age#solas#solavellan#dont expect me to post much at all about solavellan bc i do not go here. not a big solas romancer#but what an emotional fuckup moment. jfc. its not even tragic to me its just wow that is so unbelievably selfish of solas. the entire#relationship is incredibly selfish on solas' end but especially the breakup#and we do get a few lines in canon about it but idk. many thoughts#lavellan#da inquisitor#solas critical#i guess??? not intending to be. solas' selfishness is one of his most interesting traits to me
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one of the (only) fun things about moving flats is getting petty revenge on my price gouging energy company for years of rubbish customer service
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ENERGY COMPANY: We need to install a smart meter! Can we book a time?
ME: Take it up with the next tenant; I’m out the door big man.
ENERGY COMPANY: Okay, do you have a contact number for the next tenant?
ME: Nope.
ENERGY COMPANY: Can you supply a final meter reading?
ME: Nope.
ENERGY COMPANY: Why?
ME: Can’t access the meter.
ENERGY COMPANY: Who does have access to the meter?
ME: Landlord.
ENERGY COMPANY: Can we contact your landlord?
ME: Sure - they’re an investment company in Australia. I’ve never spoken to them but good luck!
ENERGY COMPANY: About your new flat; there’s an outstanding bill?
ME: Hey, that’s great!
ENERGY COMPANY: No, I don’t mean it’s ‘outstanding’ - I mean it hasn’t been paid.
ME: Bummer.
ENERGY COMPANY: You need to pay this bill.
ME: No I don’t: this is from before I moved in. Sounds like the previous resident skipped town without paying you.
ENERGY COMPANY: We can pass this bill on to a debt recovery agency.
ME: Cool, good luck.
ENERGY COMPANY: They’ll come round to your new flat!
ME: I’ll tell them the same thing then. There’s no way you can take me to court over a bill that’s from before I even lived there.
ENERGY COMPANY: Do you have contact details for the previous tenant who skipped town?
ME: No, and if I did I wouldn’t tell you!
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Your art’s yummy, Tysm for the meals <33
no thank you lol anyway shout out to the loser parents of all time

#some of my favourite fuckups#using your ask to share a sketch from work lol#lovesong#sparrow oak garcia#nick close#nicky swift#I’m not taging all his names that’s it#my artwork#dndads
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i decided to try putting powdered milk in my tea because if it was good it would be really convenient to keep in a jar at work
😭
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happy belated birthday to our fav senshi of love 💛
#MINAKOOOO I LOVE UUUU#seeing so many fuckups now that ive exported the drawing life is so hard#my art#sailor moon#bishoujo senshi sailor moon#pretty guardian sailor moon#sailor moon fanart#minako aino#sailor venus
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How many brokenhearted queers do we need in “my partner left me to go try to resolve their guilt over their past fuck-ups” depression!robes before it’s a trope?
#queerbreakupdepressionrobe#killing eve#villanelle#interview with the vampire#iwtv season 2#lestat de lioncourt#ofmd#our flag means death#edward teach#blackbeard#nbc hannibal#hannibal#hannigram#villaneve#gentlebeard#loustat#the Hannibal one is from S1 and technically a my-partner-won’t-be-with-me-because-he’s-trying-to-resolve-past-fuckups but I think it counts
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