#acedemic writing

[scopophobia-polaris]

Can't reblog with the video but man this is written and edited like an ancient aliens episode

[trobedgirldads]

will finish my homework and then reward myself by writing gay fanfiction !!

[luna-lovegreat]

Uuuurrrghh let's play the game of how long I can resist making another LU character analysis post when I have homework to do........ it's gonna be tonight isn't it. (maybe I can resist enough to put one in drafts and post later? Idk man but yeah I've got ideas that must leave my head)

[landonaurr]

Oh the wish to be academic rivals who only refer to each other by surnames, argue over literature and debate, flaunt their marks at each other, pass glances in dimly lit libraries and annotate lines into books for the other to read-

"I hate you" , "No you don't"

Oh to wish-

[creat1vecreature]

Pov an argument with a five year old but it’s actually an argumentative essay i wrote with words taken out:

Pluto is a planet. The IAU is wrong.

Most astronomers even say so

Pluto has two correct answers out of three on the test to get its planets license why shouldn’t it pass

“Pluto is too little to kick everyone out of its room tho”

Yeah, so? Neither can saturn or neptune. Bitch.

I’m right and the IAU needs to believe what i believe

[royposting]

i feel like im larping an academic at this point

[kenzlovesyou]

hi bby!! can you do something for kate where like kate just adores reader but reader is a acedemic weapon and like is oblivious and kate is so down bad??? kind of like so high school by taylor?? brownie points if reader is

short cause kate is super tall!!!

ahh i love this idea so much ur so cute also this isn’t the best i’m sorry if you don’t like it!!

Not Like You - Kate Martin x Reader

Kate adored you. It was as simple as that. She admired every little thing you did. Whether it was watching you study for an exam, mesmerized by the way your hair cascaded down your shoulders, or studying your features as you reapplied your lip gloss in the mirror, she loved to look at you.

Even when the two of you had just met, Kate was in deep. She’d met you at the university’s library. She had come in to look for a book to use as a source for a paper she was writing and she was starstruck when she turned the corner and saw you sitting there at a table with your nose in a book. She had been feeling confident, after the hawkeye’s win a few days prior. Kate sat next to you and struck up a conversation about the book you were reading. You were more than happy to talk to her.

Ever since that day, you and Kate were super close. She followed you around like a lost puppy. The two of you fit together perfectly like pieces of a puzzle. To you, Kate was the best friend you wished you’d had by your side all throughout high school. She always made you smile and laugh and was always there for you through everything. You started to wish a guy made you feel the way Kate made you feel.

But to Kate, you were so much more than that. To her you were an angel sent to her from up above. The more time passed, the more you and Kate became attached at the hip. You often streamed Kate’s games and even decided to watch a couple in person when you could pull yourself away from your studies. Kate, not knowing you’d be there, was shocked and surprised. She hid behind Caitlin so she could steal looks at you. You made her nervous. She noticed how her cheeks grew pink over the twinkling lights and she realized something: you weren’t just her friend. You made her feel like a teenager again, the giddiness and nervousness she felt around you.

A couple months later, Kate invited you over to her apartment to hangout with her and some of her teammates. You’d accepted, surprisingly, and the team welcomed you with open arms. Kate saw the way you quickly bonded with her teammates and her heart swelled. She was happy with her two worlds colliding, the team and you. You leaned into Kate’s shoulder as she sat down next to you on her spacious couch. The two of you had gotten more and more physically affectionate.

“Guys,” Jada started to say from her spot on the couch, “we should totally play kiss, marry, kill!” Everyone laughed at her idea, but eventually agreed to it as they were all pretty bored. “Caitlin. Kiss, marry, kill.. Jake from State Farm, Steph Curry, and Connor.” You all giggled at Jada’s choices for Caitlin and listened to her answer. “Honestly out of all of those I’d probably have to kill Connor, kiss Steph Curry, and marry Jake.” Everyone exploded into laughter. You excused yourself and went to the bathroom, with Gabbie following you because she had to go as well. When you were gone, Caitlin decided to take the lead in the girls’ matchmaker plan.

“Okay, Kate your turn. Kiss, marry, kill…Y/n.” Kate looked at her confused. “What? Bro, you literally just said Y/n.” Jada and Caitlin rolled their eyes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I mean, with the way you look at her it’ll probably be all three.” Kate’s jaw dropped and she let out an audible gasp.

“Is it really that obvious?” Caitlin and Jada both deadpanned, “Yes.”

-

Meanwhile, you finished your bathroom turn and heard a soft knock on the door. “You can come in, I’m just washing my hands!” You called out to whoever was outside the door. Gabbie turned the knob and walked inside the cozy but still spacious bathroom space.

“Hey, girl! How’s is going?” You smiled at Gabbie. She seemed like such a sweet person and you warmed up to her pretty quickly. The two of you talked for a couple minutes, making small talk and conversation. Then, it was Gabbie’s turn to execute her part of the plan. “So, how are things with Kate?” You looked at her, extremely confused.

“What do you mean? She’s my best friend, we’re great, just like always. Why? Wait, did she say something? Does she think we’re not-“

“Nononono! Not like that at all! I just meant. Well. How do I even say this..” Gabbie paused and you looked at her expectantly. “Y/n, do you notice the way Kate looks at you?” You were beyond confused. Did Kate look at you differently? Was it something you’d done? What made her think of you differently? When had it started? Among all the questions in your head, one was louder than the others. How exactly did Kate look at you?

Gabbie pulled you out of your thoughts by putting a hand on your shoulder. “Y/n, come on girl! She looks at you like you hung the moon.”

Suddenly something in you clicked. You thought back to all of the times Kate had you over to hangout, just the two of you. How she coaxed you into watching scary movies and let you hold onto her when it got too scary. How she’s taken you on more dates than any guy ever has. How she’s always been your person to lean on as long as you’ve known her, and she’s been yours. You thought about her hair, and how she’d always begged you to braid it for her games so she’d have good luck. You thought about her eyes, and how they gleamed and sparkled everytime she looked at you. You thought, ‘Shit. I’m gay. AND I’m in love with my best friend.’ But that part was thought out loud and Gabbie let out a smile.

“Glad you figured it out. I’m here if you need anything or wanna-“ Gabbie couldn’t even finish before you rushed out of the bathroom and back into the living room. You sat down on the couch next to Kate and grabbed her close to you, putting you lips to her ear. “Can we talk?” Kate nodded immediately and excused the both of you and you lead her to the bathroom and you Gabbie had just been in, Gabbie shooting you a thumbs up as she walked past you in the hall.

You closed the door behind you and hoisted yourself onto the bathroom counter, sitting and letting your legs dangle off. You turned your back to her and stared at yourself in the mirror, silently trying to hype yourself up after such a new discovery. Kate looked at you expecting you to say something. “Did you bring me in here so we could both admire you in the mirror? Because if that’s the case then-“

“Kate, I’m gay. I like girls, no, well yes, but a girl. I like a girl and I’m really scared because I’ve never felt this way about a girl before. Or a guy, really. No one. They’re just not like you, Kate. Nobody’s like you. I’ve just figured this out literally five minutes ago but it all makes sense now and just-“ Kate cuts you off by pulling you into her chest. She doesn’t kiss you. Not because she doesn’t want to, of course she does, but she knows how new and scary this must feel to you and she doesn’t want to overwhelm you anymore. She wipes the tears that were forming in your eyes and beginning to drop away in a swift motion, “It’s okay, Y/n. Nothing we don’t want to change has to change.” You look up at her and all you can do was smile. Even in this, she’s your rock.

“Okay,” you say smiling, “you got that you were the girl I like though, right?” Kate rolled her eyes and pulled you into another hug.

“I think I got that before you even did.”

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

How about some tasty teacher/student sexy times with Divus Crewel (TWST)? Headcanons or writing drabble idc I just need that man FERALLY

Oh ho you're in for a treat, my friend~ We have similar tastes, and I've already got this little drabble in mind that I've toyed around with~

This can be read as either male reader or gender neutral reader as the drabble never specifies the reader.

Title: Private Lessons

Characters: Divus Crewel x m!reader/gn!reader

Contains: Pet play, collar, leash, oral/throat fucking

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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Sitting at the desk, Divus sighed as he scribbled away at the papers before him, brow twitching at some of the answers the students.

"Honestly, how idiotic can these whelps be...?"

Running his hand through his hair, he took a deep breath, thinking carefully. He reached into his lap, tugging gently on a leather strap that rested over him. A gentle jingle sounded into the air before it was replaced with a deep hum from the teacher. A tint of red adorned his face, standing out from the blacks and whites of his appearance.

"Mm...~ Let's see now...Last paper. Ah...(y/n)'s paper...Hm..."

Unlike the other papers, he took his time with this one, audibly noting which answers were wrong.

"Number three...number six...the entirety of number seven..." He sighed. "I guess we need to do another personal lesson..."

Without looking, his free hand slid under the desk, pressing the back of your head further along his shaft til his tip touched the back of your throat. All of your "personal lessons" from him had paid of in this aspect at least, allowing you to take him as deep into your throat as possible, though you'd still gag slightly when you weren't expecting it, like now for example. You just wished it helped out acedemically, but secretly, you weren't complaining.

You looked up at him with watery eyes, your hands placed firmly on the ground to keep yourself steady. You were so well trained to know where your hands reside when they weren't tied behind you, and the sight of you so obedient only made Divus throb in your mouth.

"Such a good dog~ I'd give you a reward for work here, but I'm afraid you have too many incorrect answers on your paper. Oh well..." He rubbed the back of your head, fingers running through your hair as he placed his pen down. You felt his energy shift when the now free hand joined the one in your hair, and your feelings were confirmed when a devious smirk grew on his face.

You didn't need him to say anything to know your punishment was imminent. The grip on your head was met with his hips thrusting at the same time, a pleasured breath leaving the teacher as the sound mixed with your struggled gulping.

"Th-There we go~ Hah...~ If there's...one good thing you're good at...i-it's having a d-delicious mouth to fill up~"

If any previous sessions taught you anything, it's that you'd get no reprieve until your lesson was learned.

[miueo]

repost ︐ stupid girl — pub. 100623

warnings : spankings , acedemic shaming , degrading , dumbification , etc .

pairings : tutor!minho ♡ student!reader

note : i deleted my previous acct due to the fact i was posting my writings underneath a secondary blog ! i am not stealing anyone’s work, this is my writing.

never in your life, you'd thought you'd be bent over your tutor’s lap in his room, earning yourself a spanking. what could you have done to deserve this?!

“you look so stupid. absolutely fucking dumb. what made you think you could successfully cheat on your test??” minho lands a hard slap on your left ass cheek before switching to the next.

“is my help not enough for you? Are you that much of a stupid girl to fail to comprehend my help?” he grits his teeth, yanking your hair back as he continues to spank your cheeks.

you wail and cry. you've never felt so embarrassed. what should you do now? you're already getting humiliated and scolded by your tutor, and not only that your grades have fluctuated!

“i-im sorry.. minnie it wasn't my intention to cheat.. you see-” your little excuse was cut off by the sound of your cute strawberry pattern panties being torn off your little plush ass. you wanted to protest and ask what he’s doing but you fear he’ll stop.

silly you wanted more. though, you and him would spend hours studying and studying and studying, you enjoyed the offtime activities with minho. whenever you guys aren’t studying, he’d be rewarding you by rearranging your guts and torturing you with his long, thick cock and his fingers.

minho adored you, he loved how dumb you were. who doesn’t want a ditzy little girl like you?

“you’re so cute all spread out over my lap like this. I wish I could show you off like this.” he takes his two slim fingers, gently caressing your wet glossy folds.

poor you shivered and swallowed. “can you st-stop teasing me?? it's not fair.. at least I tried my best…” you murmured.

“one more fucking word out of you and I'll do the nastiest things to you.” he gritted his teeth, grabbing your cheeks, forcing eye contact.

by now, you were intimidated to the max. minho was already mean enough to you, it was all tough love. it has gotten to the point his passive aggressiveness and rough physical touch arouses you.

you just wanted him to use you as if you’re some sort of toy. you’d let him do anything.

he lets go of your face, resuming his actions. he slowly moves a finger in your warm wet little hole before fucking you open for another finger or two to join in.

“w-wait fuck.. mmphh..!!!” a loud airy whimper escaped from your throat as your grip onto his bed sheets. it felt so good, you had just forgotten about the test you failed. all your problems and concerns had be wiped away thanks to your tutor.

three fingers later, you were left sobbing and drooling, desperate you wanted more!— too bad that it was all cut short by your cocky tutor!!

“you really thought i’d waste my precious time fucking a stupid girl like you?” he scoffed, pulling his fingers out, “if you ace your next test, i’ll think about fucking you again.”

darn it.. （；へ：）

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Can you write xavier and reader being academic rivals and reader getting on her knees for him in a classroom or something? thankk you

I've gotten a lot of acedemic rivals/enemy tropes, but I love this one! 😏

Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), soft degrading and dirty talk

my taglists are here + you can requests here at any time

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Some evenings are wilder than others at Nevermore Academy, but you never thought you would end up on your knees in the Nightshades library with your academic rival’s cock in your mouth. You were going to regret this in the morning — or in ten minutes —, but right now it was so good.

Xavier was all moans above you, his abdomen flexing while you bobbed your head up and down. One hand was in your hair, guiding your pace while his head was thrown back in pleasure, and his other was resting against the bookshelf wall.

‘’Fuck, your mouth feels so goo—’’ Xavier groaned, fingers crisping as his tip hit the back of your throat.

You wanted to say something snarky because that was a fucking compliment coming from Xavier Thorpe’s mouth, but yours was too full to speak.

His groans and moans, accompanied by the wet mouth noises were all you could hear in the library. The other members of the Nightshades’ jaws would drop if they were to walk in on you. And if anyone dared tell, no one would believe them.

Xavier pushed you deeper on his cock and you gagged around him, spit spilling out the sides of your mouth until it became too much.

You pulled back and coughed, glaring at the boy above you. ‘’You want me to fucking die?’’

Xavier rolled his eyes. ‘’I didn’t push that hard.’’

‘’If I die choking on your cock, I won’t be there to suck it anymore. Keep that in mind, Mr. Elite Snob.’’

He hummed and his cock twitched before your eyes, begging to be back in your mouth. ‘’Now be a good girl and shut it. I’m gonna lose my boner if you keep talking.’’

You would be lying if you said his degrading words didn’t make your core tighten. Who knew the top grades student had a dirty mouth?

Xavier pushed his tip against your lips, but you didn’t open. Instead of giving him what he wanted, you gave a few kitten licks to his throbbing head, licking up his pre-cum that was dripping. He moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the library, and reached to grip at something on the bookshelf, but ended up making a few books fall.

‘’Don’t tell me what to do.’’

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[skullvgirl]

buffed up like a jock geeked up like a nerd | barou

warnings. fem reader, school!au, ooc, very stereotypical high school tropes, angst no comfort

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an's. felt like writing for him, hes so unproblematic and deserves a fic dedicated to him so here it is sillies.

"you know there's a party at reo's house tonight" nagi remarked casually, more focused on his nintendo game rather than what was happening at the lunch table.

"of course there is, theres always a party" isagi rolled his eyes, poking a fork at his food.

"yeah. he told me too tell you guys anyways" nagi didn't look up from his game too see bachira wrap his arm around isagi trying to convince him to let him go.

sometimes I can't believe this is the smart kids table...

you popped a fry in your mouth as other people discussed the details of the event ( although it was kind hard getting any details out of nagi when he was glued too his game )

"yn are you going?"

you thought about it for a moment. It was almost the end of your year and you had only been too one this year, you went with isagi and bachira but lost them during the night eventually left out of boredom.

"nah...probably not. reo can live without me "

"oh come on yn, you never go! like ever, it's almost the end of the year, learn to live a little" bachira had now slung an arm around the both of you, making an exaggerated pouty face.

you shook your head, you werent convinced. "i'll make isagi come—and I'll sneak you his notes! please?"

you looked at isagi and he shook his head. "no, really meguru I'm okay"

nagi's attention was suddenly diverted by you repeated rejection. "oh an I almost forgot, reo said yn HAS too come or else he'll convince coach to make all of varsity team is run relays."

the table was suddenly sent into an uproar at thr statement and now suddenly everyone was trying to convince you too go too the party.

although there persuasion skills were lacking.

"I'll do your chores for a week!"

"you don't live with me bachira..."

"i'll pay you!"

"I don't want your money isagi..."

"i'll write your AP English essay."

"what?" now that had gotten your attention. the words came from barou shouei. the #1 acedemic student at BLLK HIGH. and well...you weren't one too cheat but...it was barou shouei we were talking about. how could you pass something like that up?

"deal"

—

soon ehough party day was here and you found yourself outside of reo's house doors isagi and bachira at you sides.

"well?" bachira said excitedly "what are we waiting for?" the chaos took over quickly, bachira had somehow been roped into getting body shots from the cheerleader girls and isagi was lying blackout drunk across the kissing couch—which did I mention reo and nagi were kissing on.

"and this is why I say no too the parties..."

seeking a moment of peace you went back to your original spot. the front porch steps. you looked around the space for a moment before pulling out the cart you kept handy.

"didn't take the straight-lace, straight A student for a mmoker" And of course that's when Barou approached, a rare smirk playing on his lips.

you sputtered and coughed on the air, immediately fanning away the smoke although it was evident you had been smoking. "I don't"

You stood up abruptly but wobbled from the speed. Barou was there too catch you. "Woah careful there...don't want our pot addict getting injured now do we..." he gleaned.

was he...? "Dont tease, I've already had a long enough of a night..." You sat back down and leaned against the railing.

"My bad, my bad....do you mind?" Barou motioned with his hands and you nodded for him to sit down, his hands dug in his pockets too reach for something you didn't expect.

"Wow didn't expect the D1 soccer player too be a nicotine smoker...."

Barou didn't answer, a sound you were familiar with. "Guess were both addicts then."

"Guess so..." your eyes felt hazy as Barou puffed on his cigarette, his hair was down today and it was long and beautiful as ever.

"Thanks for doing my eassy by the way...it's a huge chunk taken off my plate" Barou didn't answer, only glancing over at your figure tentatively nodding his head. The two of you sat quietly on the porch for a few moments longer—and your not sure how long it had been but eventually you realized you were staring at barou way longer than nessecary.

maybe it was the weed that made you so confident too ask but suddenly something dawned on you.

"barou not too sound like a stalker or anything but why did you offer in the first place...i mean we all know you don't really mind running relays like everyone else."

Barou was quiet for a moment, then squished the light out his cigarette before answering. "Why?" you nodded your head. "So i could do this"

Barou's touch was warm, his presence comforting as he kissed you, it was sweet and smoky and nothing like you'd ever felt before. You wanted more.

Fuck.

What did you do? It was the day after the party and your could have sworn there was a lingering high that made you so confrontational.

"About last night..." you started, but Barou interrupted.

"It was a mistake," he said, his tone cold. "We were caught up in the moment. It won’t happen again."

Oh!

Oh.

"Right, it's better this way."

You struggled holding back tears.

Fuck.

an's. last post with this theme btw, I couldn't resist, m sorry. also this was sooo rushed, also very sorry.

[charliesangel67]

Against all odds

Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Word count- 1567

Warnings: Smutttt, a little bit of fluff, acedemic rivals (kind of, idk how to write it)

Authors note: I'm actually so sorry this took so long, idek why but it was a bit hard to write. Anyway, it's here and I hope you enjoy.

This was based of off @weirdowithnobeardo 's idea which is the first comment on this post

“Ok, can somebody tell me the answer to question b?” Quickly, hands flew up in the air. “Mr Cameron, what is the answer?” “4x+7n=33y” Rafe said confidently. “”That’s wrong.” I announced. “Go on, what’s your theory Miss y/n?” My teacher said, “It’s 4x+7n=36y because x is equal to 2.” I stated. “That is correct y/n, well done.” My teacher smiled at me. I smiled in Rafe’s direction but he just glared at me. Next period science, we got our tests back, “So Cameron, what did you get?” I asked Rafe curiously. “94%, you?” “99%” I replied with a smile. Again, he seemed so angry at me for getting a higher score. This went on for the next couple of weeks, He acted like we were academic rivals.

3 weeks later

There it was, the test sitting on my desk, a bright red ‘A+’ written in the top right corner. I was proud of myself for scoring so high on such a hard test. It was 40% of my final GPA result so I had to score high. I turned around to see Rafe staring daggers at me. “Bad result Cameron?” I asked him teasingly. “Shut up y/l/n” He growled as he clenched his jaw. I giggled to myself and turned my attention back to the teacher. 

The bell rang for the end of the day and I hurriedly grabbed my backpack and ran to my locker. My friend Maddy always meets me at my locker because we’re in different year levels, Maddy’s in 10th and I’m in 11th grade. “So, how was your day Mads?” I asked unlocking my locker. “Shit. So fucking shit you have no idea.” “I’m sure it couldn't have been that bad.” I laughed. “No, y/n it was bad. So bad in fact that I got broken up with by Jason the son of a bitch in front of half the cafeteria.” She announced. “Oh shit, sorry babe, he was no good for you anyway.” I said walking away with her. 

As we were walking to my car, Maddy realised she had forgotten something in her locker so she ran back towards the buildings. Suddenly, I felt a rough hand grab hold of my upper arm and pin me against a wall. A hand covered my mouth to stop me from screaming. “Oh you son of a bitch. You’re so fucking done little girl.” I knew the voice sounded familiar but I couldn’t quite figure out who it was. When my eyes finally adjusted to the light and situation, I realised it was Jason and his group of friends. 

“So, did you and Maddy talk shit about me to the school after what I did to her?” He asked again, still keeping me against the wall. “What the fuck. No we didn’t, why would you think that?” I was astonished at the accusation. “Because, now the whole school thinks that I have an STD and all the girls I’ve slept with have smashed my locker and put slime in the gas tank of my car.” He complained. “Wow, creative girls for real.” I said with a little laugh. “Ok, if it wasn’t you, then who was it?” 

“It was me, you son of a bitch!” Yelled Rafe, walking towards us. “Why?! Why the fuck would you do that?” Jason asked, close to tears. Rafe pulls a phone out of his pocket and starts reading some texts - 

“‘C’mon Maddy, It won’t be that bad. Why don’t you wanna sleep with me?”

“Because I’m not ready for that Jason, I’ve told you a million times. We have only been together a month and I’m not ready to have sex yet. Just stop asking me already.”

“Fine. Go fuck some other dude, you fucking slut. You’ll regret not being with me.” “What do you mean Jason? Are you breaking up with me??”” 

“Hey! Where did you get my phone from you bitch?!” Jason asked launching himself at Rafe, who dodged the blow perfectly. “You left her on delivered for 9 hours just so you could slut shame her and break up with her in the cafeteria in front of everyone, all because she didn’t want to sleep with you?!  Not to mention you cheated on her the entire relationship. You’re a real ass man.” Rafe said. “I suggest you leave Maddy, Y/n and all the other girls you’ve messed with, alone and get on with your life.” Rafe yelled as Jason and his friends ran away.

They knew how powerful Rafe could be and they didn’t want to get on his bad side. “Thanks Rafe. Why did you do that anyway?” I asked, “Don’t think I did it for you, I hate Jason.” “Oh, okay.” I replied sheepishly before walking away, back to my car and to meet with Maddy. The drive home was silent after I told Maddy all about what happened. Her being in disbelief about what Rafe had done to Jason. 

A couple weeks later, it was Midsummers, I had bought a nice dress and had a plan laid out on how we were going to spend the evening with Maddy and her sister, Kiara. Kiara picked us up and we drove to the Cameron’s mansion as that was where the party was. Kiara was friends with Sarah, Rafes younger sister.

A couple hours into the party,  Rafe approached me, taking my hand and dragging me upstairs. “Rafe, what are you doing?” I whispered, “Taking you to my room.” “Why?” I asked, a little scared. “Because you look way too beautiful in that dress and I noticed JJ basically eye fucking you.” He turned to face me, looking very sexy in his button down shirt and his hair falling into his eyes. Without thinking I put my hand out to brush his hair away from his face, he grabbed my neck and leaned down to kiss me. 

“No, Rafe, we can’t do this.” I said as I pulled away. “Why not y/n?” “Because, I’m a pogue, you're a kook and you should hate me. In fact, you did act like you hated me after you stood up for me in front of Jason, and now suddenly you’re acting all jealous when JJ looks at me?” I asked in a confronting manner. “Look, y/n, I like you.” “No, we can’t Rafe. Your dad is gonna kill you and my parents are gonna fucking disown me or something if they found out I was dating a kook, especially Mr Rafe Cameron with his bad reputation.” 

Rafe didn’t say another word, he just leaned down again to kiss me, This time it was more passionate. At that moment, I didn’t even care that we shouldn’t be doing this, I just kissed him back. Rafe picked me up and carried me to his room. He threw me on the bed and locked the door. He crawled on top of me and placed feather light kisses along my neck to my cleavage. “Can I?” he asked as his fingers were tangled in the strap off my dress. “Mmmh,” I responded softly as he carefully took off my dress. 

I tugged at his belt, hinting for him to take off his pants as I unbuttoned his shirt. Within minutes, we were both butt naked, he took my boobs in his hands, massaging them and kissing along them. I moaned at the pleasure. I palmed his cock through his boxers and I felt him getting hard underneath my hand. Quickly, Rafe ripped off his boxers and rubbed his cock against my entrance. Already slick and wet, he pushed inside. I moaned as he did so, Rafe thrusted slowly and sensually.

“Mmh, You like that baby?” He asked, staring into my eyes. “So much Rafe.” I replied. Rolling my eyes back as Rafe thrusted harder into my soaking cunt and he kissed along my breasts. Soon, I was nearing my release, my cunt tightening around him. And a couple thrusts later I had come undone onto his thick cock. “Fuck baby, I'm gonna come.” “Come in me Rafe.” I begged him and seconds later he squirted his hot cum into my pussy. Out of breath and panting, I crawled on top of him, lying on his chest, my hands tangled in his hair as he kissed my neck. “Promise we can keep this a secret for a little while longer until I tell my parents?” I asked him. Rafe nodded and uttered a soft ‘yes’. I kissed him one more time before getting up and getting dressed. 

“I’m gonna head back down stairs okay? The girls are gonna be worried about where I was.” I told him, opening the door. “One more kiss babe.” Rafe said and when I turned around, seeing his abs again stirred something deep within me. Want. I wanted this man. His hair, his face, his body, his personality towards me. I wanted everything about him. I didn’t think, I just jumped back onto the bed into his arms. Rafe kissed me hard and passionate and I melted into his touch. Soon we were back at it again, he was thrusting slowly and sensually into my soaked cunt as I buried my face in his shoulder quieting my moans.

That night was the best sex I ever had. 

I also got a super protective boyfriend.

I hope you guys liked this 😁

[weezardthewizard]

My take on the Voynich Manuscript:

It was written by someone who was literate (obviously), artistically skilled, and knowledgeable in a wide range of subjects. Like a proto-Galileo.

It was written partially in abbreviated Latin. Up until very recently, anyone with a Western formal education worth its salt knew Latin.

The author was extremely bright and had a formal Western education at the very least. Likely came from a wealthy family and/or had a rich benefactor. They were important enough that their name and title are possibly still written down somewhere.

It was written partially in Old (High?) German, some 300 years after the language had evolved into Middle High German. Correct me if I'm wrong. That's the equivalent of someone today being fluent in Early Modern (Shakespearen) English. Certainly not impossible, but not something a layman would easily understand.

The author has spent an extensive amount of time studying old texts. Shit that's hard to get your hands on. This person was a scholar that had access to an impressive library.

The Old German/Latin abrv. mishmash is written out phonetically using a version of the old Turkic alphabet. That's kind of vague as hell and covers a huge timespan. Looks like Manichaean script to me, but I'm sure as shit no historical linguist. If anyone knows what it is, that could help us narrow down the timeframe.

The mid-east was bangin around this era. It was THE hot spot for discovery and innovation for pretty much anything.

The author was a polyglot who knew at least two archaic writing systems. They were either well-traveled or had sweet sweet neworking connections to the cool acedemics out east. Specifically: access to their rare books.

The book is coded, presumably to keep the information out of the hands of anyone without the cipher. This makes me think occult, so I'm inclined to believe the alchemist angle. A court alchemist would have access to the crown's deep pockets and private libraries. The coding would conceal any work a benefactor might find scandalous or heretical.

We have a rough timeframe. Finding the author is now a process of eliminating people who wouldn't have access to the knowledge and resources necessary to code the book. So, how many kingdoms in Europe had court alchemists, global connections, and the money to throw around for research? How many of those alchemists studied these subjects?

[thefisherqueen]

“It is an old manuscript.” “Early eighteenth century, unless it is a forgery.” “How can you say that, sir?” “You have presented an inch or two of it to my examination all the time that you have been talking. It would be a poor expert who could not give the date of a document within a decade or so. You may possibly have read my little monograph upon the subject. I put that at 1730.”

Another Sherlock Holmes' monograph mention! And one on manuscripts, none the less. I would just love so much to read them. I'm not the best at reading scientific articles - the acedemic writing style often frustrates me - but Holmes can infodump on me all he wants

[gaykarstaagforever]

The thing they don't tell you about trying to do the Tolkien Developed Fantasy World thing is that when you start coming up with in-universe myths and histories for your characters to occasionally reference, you might get so into that that you realize it's more interesting than the epic questline you were supposed to be doing, so...why not just focus on all that, instead?

Tolkien had the same problem. That's what The Silmarillion is. But he also had years of discipline as an acedemic and no stupid phone, so he managed to buckle down and get the awesome hobbit adventure part done AND ALSO the crazy Middle Earth Bible.

I'm starting to think personally, as a man with the attention span of a gnat and a stupid phone, that maybe I should just focus on my fantasy Bible. That's way more fun to me, I've actually written way more of it, and from an outsider's perspective it's all goofy nerd writing shit, so it's not inferior to the thing it was supposed to be in service of.

I've been working on this universe of cultures and languages and maps since I was 17. That's 25 years of scattered paperwork and constantly-restarted novels. And the only thing I'm still consistently passionate about are the stories of their gods and heroes and the dramatic adventures of randos in little obscure pockets of fantasy history.

Why can't the "main" narrative be merely an excuse to create the stories I actually want to tell? Tolkien did it the other way, but I don't have to copy him. ...Probably better if less of us do, actually.

I should give myself permission to do it this way. Doing it the other way means 25 years of unfinished epic art, and that isn't anything.

Making things is a reality. Not making things is...nothing. I should make something.

Edit: ...Realizing that this is kind of what Michael Kirkbride did for TES. He blew out all this complex mythology for a universe where designers were going to be creating the daily work-a-day quests in service to a cool central mission. But that meant Kirkbride could focus on the mythology and world-building that underpinned and inspired all that. And even separated from the game quests, his mythology stands as its own as great, compelling fantasy material.

I can do the same thing, just minus other people using math to build the main quest.

Why was I not inspired by this before, Gay Karstaag?