#all nighters club

[cyanbeats]

I have commissions now!

examples(the first one is of my new munsona,second is her height)

Art has improved a bit. Prices are as followed

Shoulder- $5

Waist up- $15

Full body- $20

Digital- extra $1

Sketch- free,I love making hand drawings.

Color- extra $5.

[cyanbeats]

my fellow all nighters...

fun fact! did you know that you can gain extra ‘forbidden time’ by staying up late in the night? but Watch Out

[crookedchildphantom]

Sometimes I see stu macher or ghost face out the corner of my eye, this is most likely a problem but I choose to see this as a good thing

[187days]

Day Fifty-Five

I had an IEP meeting this morning, which I thought was going to last longer than it did, so I had an unexpected half hour to write up a new lesson that I'm going to use in Global Studies on Monday. Yay for that.

Today in Global Studies, students took a vocab quiz, and then did some graphing for me in Google sheets. They were each given a continent, and had to make a chart to show what percentage of the population adheres to each of the five major world religions. So we got a bit of geography and a bit of stats in there today. Once I'd graded their quizzes, they shared their chart work, and we discussed yesterday's assignments on Buddhism, as well.

In APGOV, we went over their most recent test. Most of the scores were solid, but I made some suggestions for the students who struggled. I also reminded them that if they're frustrated because they've never had to study so much before, or they've never found a class this hard, that it's a college-level course; it's supposed to be harder than their other courses. I don't think they'd really thought about that. A couple are coming to see me during flex block next week to learn some different study strategies and such, and I'm confident they'll see better results in the future.

Funny thing: the two boys who are locked in a battle for the highest test score making dramatic noises each time they realized what they'd done wrong on the few questions they didn't earn points for.

After going over the test, I lectured on the role of the judicial branch, fielded a ton of questions about trials and appeals, discussed Federalist 78 (they'd read it for homework this week), and had students read about Marbury v. Madison. I also had them pair up for a project we'll do next week on major SCOTUS cases.

I did a bit of grading after the bell, but I didn't want to stay too long because I had errands to run and I wanted a rest. I'm chaperoning the Key Club all-nighter tonight. Pizza and 3AM dodgeball, here I come!

[spilledmilkfkdies]

Sometimes I think about the fairly popular Black Circle band AU(take?? whatever) that they received because y'know. They look the way they do. And it's so fun, I really like it, there's fun art of it out there. BUT IF WE THINK ABOUT IT FOR JUST A SECOND MY BESTIES. They would make for an awful band I'm so sorry-

At least half of them have claws. Gantlos will create seismic waves on accident, killing a few and injuring several. Anagan is always too far ahead bitch SLOW DOWN damn. Duman has sensitive ears, will be fully deaf after 2 performances. Ogron is a stage whore (derogatory), causing people to only know his name and none of the others, eventually being the reason the band breaks up because I'm of the firm believe that Gantlos would be the only person who wouldn't care about that, and that's not enough to keep the peace.

They were doomed from the start, I'm sorry.

That one game that made them think the Winx were like, charging up some sort of attack when they made music?? Yeah that was actually correct and valid and everyone who disagrees can leave <3

[estrangedfiances]

i always feel like i talk too little on here but i dont think the solution is to blabber so much all at once. alas, it is what it is

[literarywizard]

I Finally Beat Dragon Age: Inquisition Just In Time For Veilguard

I wrote this at a time when it was both way too early in the morning and way too late at night. I edited it when I was better rested, so don't worry yourself too much. I just needed to be doing something in order to stay awake and what's better than this?

Well, I did it. I beat Dragon Age: Inquisition’s final bit of DLC, thereby completing the franchise, before the official release time of Dragon Age: The Veilguard. As I’m writing this, there are still four hours left before I can start downloading the game, so the victory isn’t as clean or as neat as I’d like. No victory is clean or neat or entirely complete when you’ve stayed up until at least…

[sohannabarberaesque]

I could just imagine especially the "meddling-kids-and-dog" element being rather dependent on the old Jolt Cola for pulling off all-nighter scenarios of mysterious sort.

[azure-clockwork]

Ok so I thought the most surreal experience of my life was a few days ago when I, short on people I could vent to and in desperate need of *someone*, showed up at my boss’s office and just cried at her for like 2 hours, only for her to respond “holy shit, my friend wasn’t kidding when she met you and said ‘so Jay is just you but 3 years younger. This is payback for every time you’ve been waaay too similar to me’”. Anyways turns out she gives off Relatable Vibes because I’m pretty sure we’re fucking clones, and I was right in basically all my suspicions about her lol.

However, nope. There’s a new winner. One of the kids started crying after her group failed the lab (in honestly a really heartbreaking way) and while we were trying to comfort her, my boss and I had a moment where we looked each other and realized “holy shit it’s a fourth clone”.

I had quipped at my boss the other day that I recognized the script she was using to cheer me up because I was much more comfortable on the other end of it, and she was using roughly my method (because again. Apparently I’m her fucking clone.) and then we got to tag team this poor kid thru the exact same thing. And every so often I would say something and think “ah shit, I’m pretty sure I’m just quoting Wednesday…”. Love literally having the exact same conversation twice in one week lmao

[deadlydodos]

Just finished my first scarf!!!

[cyanbeats]

hey,anyone on twitter seeing this?

[cocoafloodsthemetro]

Real asf 😔

Every day I tell myself I’ll go to bed early and every day I fucking lie

[incognitopolls]

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

[aesiraa]

it’s 5am head in hands how did my life come to this

i should’ve been asleep like yesterday

[187days]

Day Fifty-Seven

My cacophonous friends and I adopted the new English teacher, Mr. C, even though he is decidedly not cacophonous. He's extremely quiet, and serious, and earnest, and often worried about doing the right thing. And all of that is good, even the worry, to some extent. Teaching is deeply consequential, after all. But I always remind new teachers (and pre-service ones) that they're going to be alright and so will their students.

I actually give good advice when I'm not being a raging goofball, but being a raging goofball is fun, so this morning I went skipping down the hallway before the bell to congratulate everyone for surviving state testing. Mr. C, who'd been super nervous about it, responded to my clapping and exclamations of "Look, you didn't break anything! Or anyone! Woohoo!" with an actual laugh, so that's a win.

After that, I got Mrs. T to open the doors to the loading dock because I had a delivery of supplies (pens, pencils, markers, Lysol wipes, etc...) to distribute to my department. So I was just spreading all kinds of joy this morning.

Then it was time for me to teach my classes!

All of my students had vocab quizzes today. They did super well, so I'm happy about that. My Global Studies students also finished way more quickly than I'd expected, so I hastily adjusted my lesson during my first section to not only include recapping an assignment they'd been working on (about how different belief systems influence various traditions and customs), but also an article about the Buddhist, Confucian, and Taoist influences on martial arts. Reading that out loud together made the timing perfect.

My APGOV students did some MCQ practice after their vocab quizzes, and then, since they have a test next week, we did a bit of test review AMA-style. Once they ran out of questions, we just chatted for the last few minutes of the block.

I'm going to chaperon a Key Club all-nighter tonight, so my day isn't actually over. 2AM dodgeball and pizza await!

[alanisstonedd]

mile high mackin'

NFL!ONY x black!reader

cw: MDNI smut with a very small side of plot, exhibitionism, fingering, cussing, p in v, cum eating, choking, dirtay talkin

an: i feel like this def deserves the sickening all nighter i pulled writing it. enjoy this meal baddies!!! kisses

.....yall join the mile high club with a QUICKNESS on a late night flight back home for the incoming season.....

like a thug - latto ft. lil durk

as your eyes threaten to close in the dim cabin of the red-eye, a deep, settled warmth washes over you. the soft hum of the plane, the plush first-class seat, the comforting scent of ony’s cologne still clinging to your skin—it all lulls you into a hazy state of contentment.

your mind drifts back to the last few days, the heat of the sun on your skin, the glimmer of crystal-clear water, the indulgent taste of tropical drinks melting on your tongue. and him. ony, with his hands all over you, fucking you senseless in your private villa, making sure you never went more than a few hours without feeling him stretch you out. the thought sends a dull throb between your thighs, a phantom ache that lingers even now, stuck on this plane, headed back to reality.

a small pout tugs at your lips. the reprieve is over. soon, he’ll be back in the throes of football season, grueling practices, late nights at the gym, traveling most of the time. but instead of dreading the time apart, a strange jittery anticipation buzzes in your veins. watching him in his element, seeing the way the world practically worships him—it does something to you. and god, the way he dotes on you after games, all sore and pent-up aggression, fucking you slow and deep, like he needs it just as much as the air in his lungs.

you shift slightly in your seat, the thought sending a slow heat curling through your belly. some movie ony picked plays on the screen in front of you, but you’re hardly paying attention. your body is still sensitive, still pliant from the days spent tangled in the soft villa sheets, and he knows it too. you feel the weight of his gaze before you even turn your head.

and when you do—when you see the way his heavy-lidded eyes drop to your lips, licking his own in anticipation. the way his thick fingers flex on his thigh like he’s fighting the urge to touch you—you already knowin'.

the movie was nothing but flickering light now, simply forgotten background noise to the real show he's putting on under the blanket. the dim cabin gave ony just enough cover to get reckless—his thick fingers dragging slow, torturous strokes up and down the wet patch soaking through your leggings, teasing, barely pressing where you needed him.

"ony, i swear-" you shift in your seat, thighs threatening to clamp shut, but his other hand rests heavy on your knee, keeping you wide open for him. "uh-uh," he murmurs, voice thick with amusement, lips ghosting over the curve of your jaw. "be good, baby. let me feel you."

"ony- wait-" your breath shudders out of you as he finally slips lower, slipping past the waistband of your leggings, fingertips grazing your clit. the first real touch is so light, so taunting, it makes you jump, your nails digging into his thigh.

"mmm, she hot," ony groans under his breath, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low, knowing whisper. "so wet fa me already. i was already knowin' baby."

you bite your lip so hard you swear you taste blood, but it’s useless—the second he slides two thick fingers into you, stretching you open under the blanket, your body reacts. your hips jolt forward, seeking more, your hand blindly finding him, and fuck, he’s throbbing, thick and heavy under his sweats.

"shit, ma," he breathes, gritting his teeth when you squeeze him through the fabric, his fingers inside you curling deep in retaliation. his mouth drops to your throat, mouthing at your pulse, sucking just hard enough to leave the faintest mark. "you feel that? how hard you got me?"

his hips rocked into your palm, pressing into your touch while his fingers fucked you open, his palm pressing against your clit just enough to make your hips twitch, chasing the high sitting right on the edge.

your nails dig into his leg as he works his fingers inside you with purpose, slow but deep, dragging along every nerve, every soft, soaked spot. the slick filthy sound of it is barely muffled under the hum of the plane, and when he presses his thumb to your clit, rubs it slow, firm—

your whole body tenses. fuckkkkk — you can feel it, the heat coiling, the pressure building, your stomach tightening as you chase it—

and then he’s gone.

his fingers slip out with a wet, obscene sound, leaving you aching, throbbing, clenching around nothing. a whimper catches in your throat, your eyes snapping to his, dark and hungry, his chest rising heavy with restraint.

he takes those same fingers, slick and shiny from you, and sucks them into his mouth. his tongue drags between them, slow, messy slurps and sucks, his eyes fluttering shut like he’s losing himself in your taste. his eyes roll back, body relaxing into the seat, thighs parting in a deep manspread to give you more space to work at him over his clothes.

a deep, wrecked groan rumbles from his chest as he pulls them out with a pop, thumb swiping across his lower lip like he’s trying to savor every drop. like he could get drunk off you.

he leaned in, lips brushing your ear, voice so deep and wrecked it made your stomach tighten. "bathroom." your thighs squeezed together, still throbbing, still aching for more as your hand kept stroking him under the blanket.

it’s not a request. it’s a command. low. gravelly.

you think you see his tongue darting out to catch the last of you on his lips as you scramble out of your seat, your body shaking as you bolt for the vacant bathroom.

you don’t breathe until you make it safely, letting out a ragged breath as soon as the cramped bathroom door shuts. you face the mirror, very clearly reflecting your wrecked state—face flushed, lips swollen, pupils blown, darkened patch between your thighs.

you’re sure anyone who saw you would immediately know that you were getting wrecked in that seat. before you could pep-talk some sense into yourself, the door swings open and ony quickly slips in behind you, locking it without a second thought.

"nah, you lookin’ too good," he rumbles, lips dragging along your neck, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. his hungry, hooded eyes lock on yours in the mirror, a slow smirk tugging at his lips as he watches you watch him.

his massive frame dwarfs yours, and you feel him everywhere—his chest pressing to your back, his hands already claiming your hips, his print throbbing against your ass. "should’ve known you was tryna set me up," he mutters, hands greedy as they explore, squeezing your thighs, palming your already ruined core. your head tips back onto his broad shoulder, a soft, shaky groan slipping past your lips.

"you're crazy as fuck for this. we could get banned, ony—"

he chuckles, low and wicked, dragging his teeth over the shell of your ear before grinding into you harder, making you gasp. "mmhm… but... look at you, baby." his fingers dig into your flesh, hips rolling against you, rocking you back against his aching cock, grinding hard, letting you feel every inch of what’s waiting for you. "soakin’ through these lil’ leggings. you ain’t think this through, huh? lettin’ me rub on you like that, knowin’ damn well what im on?"

his huge palm splays over your belly, pressing you back into his heat, the other snaking under your top, gripping, kneading—pulling your tits free like he owns them. the contrast of the cold air on your heated skin makes you whimper, but his hands? pure fire. "mmhm, there we go," he rasps against you, rolling your stiff nipples between his fingers. "know you love when i touch you like this."

"we gon need a jet if this is finna be a thing—fuck, ony—" your words dissolve into a choked moan as his fingers dip, press, circle your throbbing clit just right.

"baby," he soothes, voice molten, all gravel and heat as he slowly tugs your leggings down. "relax. imma make my woman feel good wherever i see fit."

his lips trail fire down your shoulder, broad hands spreading you open before he pulls you flush against his clothed length. "mmmm.. shit…" ony licks his lips, his massive frame pressing you into the counter. his tongue flicks over his lips as he smacks your ass, the sound obscene in the tiny space. "imma tear this lil’ pussy up."

"ony—" you hiss, whipping your head to shush him, but the second you part your lips, his thick mushroom tip is already breaching your clenching entrance, stretching you wide.

"fuck, mama—" his voice shudders, thick fingers digging into your hips as he bullies his way inside, your dripping heat pulling him deeper with every slow, deliberate roll of his hips. "so fuckin’ tight… gon make me lose my damn mind."

your hands scramble for purchase, one finding the nape of his neck, the other bracing against his thick thigh. the stretch, the ache, the way his cock pulses inside you—it’s too much, but entirely not enough.

"ohhh—fuck—"

ony growls, low and dangerous, a hand snaking up to grip your throat, pulling your back against his chest, free hand palming your bouncing tits "mhm. look at you now." his voice is taunting, dripping with hunger as his other hand gathers your hair, yanking your head to the side so his lips can graze your ear. "whinin’ for me like you wasn’t talkin’ shit just a second ago." he rasps, licking along your pulse, watching you come apart for him in the mirror.

his hips snap, punching his cock deeper, and you choke on your own breath, nails biting into his skin.

"you gon’ be quiet, or imma have to make you?" his lips brush your earlobe, hot breath fanning over your fevered skin. he smirks against your jaw when you start fucking yourself back on him without even thinking. you try to nod, but you’re too gone, your body already begging for more.

"yeah, that’s what i thought." he grins, tongue licking into your open mouth as he pulls you deeper onto him, making your eyes roll back. "i better not hear a peep ma."

he pops the "p" before he slams into you, the pace brutal from the jump—thick cock stretching you to capacity, his heavy balls smacking your swollen clit with every filthy thrust, strong features furrowed in concentration.

your knees threaten to buckle, your grip on the sink useless against the force of his thrusts.

ony must sense it because a thick arm wraps around your waist, hauling you back against him as his hand slides from your throat to your mouth.

"keep it quiet, bae" he grits out, his fingers dipping into your open mouth, pressing down on your tongue. you moan around them, eyes rolling back as his pace turns brutal, his hips punching into you like he’s got something to prove.

the clap, clap, clap of your ass against his rock-solid abs is obscene, but your whines around his fingers continue to grow louder by the second, loud enough that ony growls, hand clamping over your mouth. "shhh, baby… i thought you was scared? huh? you want them knowin’ how deep i am?"

"m' sorry baby" you whimper into his palm, thighs trembling, pleasure crashing over you in waves.

"that’s right," he coaxes, relentless, ruthless. "gon’ cum f’me? give me that pretty pussy? his voice is deep, rough, damn near feral in your ear.

hes merciless, dragging that fat cock against every aching, pulsing part of you, splitting you open like he owns you. the obscene squelch of your soaked cunt clings to the small space, mixing with his ragged breathing and the heavy slap of skin-on-skin. his grip on your waist is bruising, fingers digging so deep you’ll feel him there tomorrow. maybe longer.

"yeahh- gimme allat."

"fuckkk—i’m gonna—"

"mmm, cum, mama," he orders, pulling his hand from your mouth to shove three fingers through the creamy ring of slick coating his base. he licks them clean, groaning, before he shoves them between your panting lips.

"you like how that taste?" his eyes are wild, obsessed, watching as you suck his fingers like you’re starving, moaning around them as he pounds into you unforgivingly.

the heat crawling up your spine reaches a boiling point, your pussy clamping down so tight that ony grunts, biting into your shoulder, chasing his own violent release.

a hand slides up to your throat, squeezing, forcing your back to arch, forcing your fucked-out gaze to meet his in the mirror.

"look at you, ma. drenched. this shit all mine, huh?” he smacks your swollen clit, and your whole body jerks, a desperate whimper spilling past your lips. “tell me. say it, baby.”

your tongue is thick, your brain scrambled, but you manage to moan out a slurred, “all yours, baby. all yours—fuck!”

“that’s my girl,” he grunts, his fingers slipping lower, pressing against your stomach, feeling himself deep inside you. “shit—feel that? feel me right there, baby? you tryna squeeze me out, huh? nah, take it. take this dick, fuck—”

white-hot pleasure crashes over you, your walls clamping down as ony lets out a deep, wrecked groan, hips stuttering as he fills you to the brim.

you feel every inch of him, stuffing his cum deep inside you - his hips stuttering, curses muffled into your damp skin as he shudders, still grinding deep to make sure every drop stays where it belongs.

"fuck… baby…" his hands are possessive, roaming your spent body as he tenderly kisses the side of your face, both of you still trembling.

you watch him smirk down at where you two meet, pulling out slowwwww, watching the mess drip down your thighs. "yeah… we gon’ need that jet asap."

you chuckle as he cleans you both up, spinning to face him once you both are decent, "damn right. better get on that big daddy." you quip with a slap to his chest, as you head back to your seat, his smirk never leaving you through the steamed bathroom mirror.

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