#and someone submitted me the intern😭

[ultimate-destroyer-duel]

I gotta know,

how's my boy Error!sans doing?

also are things picking up since the last time I checked?

he was sitting at least 4 submissions last i remember.

[sminiac]

can u write about giving bonedo legal line head pleaseee 😭😭😭 im such a giver like i need to make them feel good thank you!!!!

💌— I’VE BEEN REALLY STRUGGLING W WRITING LATELY BUT OFC :3

⋆ P. Sungho

Funny enough, I see Sungho as more of a giver. Something about him emits that he loves being able to take care of his lover— but don’t get me wrong, he allows himself to enjoy when you’re the one using your mouth, the only problem is he gets too restless knowing how needy it makes you, your impatience makes him impatient. Gets off on the internal image of giving you head just so the process will be finished faster, and it’s a bad habit, he knows, but you deserve to feel just as good. In short he allows you to do it whenever you ask, and it feels good, of course it does, but he’d much rather be settled comfortably between your thighs, his skin drenched thickly in your arousal, sometimes it makes you wonder if he just enjoys constantly having a locked jaw too?

The only time you can really go through the process of having him cum undisturbed is early in the morning when he’s half awake, struggling to sleep past the feeling of his aching cock. In his drowsy, refusal of day state he’ll let you do it without any convincing that you need the attention more than he does, he’s just much too tired to talk, and to put in the actual effort to have you submitting to his insistence, but he’s still awake enough to give you the ‘go ahead’ when your fingers start drawing feather light touches across his lower tummy, it takes a little while, but eventually he’ll be bucking his hips up and whispering a desperate “Please, honey.” You’ll know he’s close when his big hand finds the top of your head and his back is slightly arching from the mattress, breathlessly stuttering out: “Fuh- fuck, baby. God, oh my, fuck.”

Remainder of members under the cut!

⋆ L. Riwoo

Riwoo likes someone with a level head and a persistent drive because then he doesn’t have to think about a single thing other than you and the way you make him shake and quiver once you’re sunken down, laving hotly at his tip, paying attention to all the right places at once. He won’t say it aloud but he also really likes when you’re messy, calculated in every other aspect as expected, but allowing yourself the freedom of salivating all over him, the sight of it, the feeling, it’s almost like a confidence boost seeing you so into pleasuring him, the way the warm mix of liquids seep out of the corners of your mouth and cover his skin, he’s very adamant about eye contact when he’s not being shy.

If you’re enjoying yourself then he enjoys it all the more! Here and there Riwoo doesn’t mind a pinch of exhibitionism, giving him head in the shower of the dorm or when you’re at his house really gets him going. The fear of someone hearing his pathetic whimpers, catching onto whatever the two of you do behind closed doors— he runs so high off of it, his hips unapologetically slipping his cock in and out of your mouth, the anxiety in his stomach conjoint with the kick of his orgasm approaching always has him shifting gears, sweet sweaty boy just absolutely fucking your mouth with reckless abandon.

⋆ M. Jaehyun

He’s so yappy and adorable! Absolutely cannot keep his mouth shut for the life of him when you’re swallowing around his dick, treating him so delicately, like he’s the prettiest, most delicate thing you’ve ever laid your hands on. The doting and the loving on really makes him so horny though, like, so bad that you can’t tell him he’s pretty whilst looking at him a certain way or he’ll get so whiny about it. The flood of affection being only meant for him makes his limbs so restless, there’s too much good feelings and sweet words that he doesn’t know how to receive it, even more when you’re offering to get on your knees for him.

Jaehyun doesn’t take your certainty of wanting to give any kind of way that’ll make you feel like it’s intended to be degrading, there’s no hidden agenda or kept in thoughts, he’s simply liquid in your hands, takes whatever you have to offer so graciously while still being assuring that he wants it just as bad as you do. He’s so visually pleasing too, doesn’t understand the effect that his shuttered cries and restless legs have on you, every time you have him in your mouth he refuses to look or he’s cumming on the spot, so his eyes are closed most of the time, he’s so :( also has a thing for the feeling of your nails dragging against the soft skin of his thighs, cries and cries from the stimulation, could probably cum from that alone but he’s too embarrassed to find out.

⋆ H. Taesan

A recorder. He is a sluuuut !! Literally asking whenever he can if it’s okay for him to record. Such a freak that even when he’s not horny he’ll be watching back the videos of you giving him head, whenever he’s in the back of the van going to prerecording’s his hidden folder is quickly being pulled up, you’re just so pretty and you always do so good for him, he feels almost this sense of pride? Like “Yeah that’s my girl, she’s so beautiful. Head game is crazy btw!” He just has to brag about you in every way, idk 🙄. Likes when you give him head in ridiculous places and situations too, the back of the car, on an airplane, after shows, before shows etc. and he records those too of course, talks to you in a hushed tone with the phone flash all in your eyes, “Fuuuck- s’good princess. Keep doin’, doing that, please.”

Taesan is such a physically reactive person, it’s like everything the normal human feels he feels 5x stronger. Will unintentionally make you gag and tear up by how much his hips unwillingly twitch and push when he’s close to cumming because of this. He does his best every time to try and stop it, but it’s hard to stop something that’s not done with a conscious effort. Admittedly though, every inch of your mouth he’s been allowed to touch feels amazing, but he’s come to find that the back of your mouth is an especially important part.

⋆ K. Leehan

The most likely to head push, idk if it’s because of how pretty he is but something about him is so intimidating? He brings that same exact energy to bed too, plays into it, likes seeing you flustered and stupid. Yk how it’s always the people you least expect to have crazy experience when it comes to sex? Yeah, literally him. Like he’ll be teaching you shit you would’ve never learned if it was someone else’s dick in your mouth, “Lick it like that” “Use your fingers like this baby” or “More pressure pretty, don’t be shy.” Absolutely intends to build your abilities so they pertain only to what he finds pleasurable. Even the way he talks to you, it’s so entertaining but not in a humorous manner, he knows just what to say and how to say it for the success of getting you squirmy and impatient.

Since he knows how shy you get Leehan purposely makes eye contact with you as much as he can, will caress the top of your head and the soft of your cheek that the tip of his cock pokes into as he talks sweetly to you. Asking if you’re having fun, if he tastes good. He’s such a mouth fucker, I can’t. If you’re giving him the go ahead to use you he does exactly that. The most talkative out of everyone, keeps your ears entertained with his grunts, moans and his thoughts, but he keeps your mouth even more busy. It’s impossible for him to become bored, he feels the same excitement every time you go down on him that he felt the first time it happened.

[wickjump]

Tbh I thought it was kinda weird how Cross used to act (like all mean for no reason). I'm so glad he had his personality changed bc if I had his childhood I would not be acting like that, i didn't even have half the trauma he does and i am a huuuuge people pleaser😭like wouldn't he be afraid people are gonna hurt him for being disrespectful? Like especially since he didn't have the resources to heal and deal with that stuff and deconstruct allbthat

Anyways pathetic cross my beloved..... <3

no it makes PERFECT sense. i was a mean as SHIT kid for years, although as i grew up i went more people pleasy. anyway warning for wickrambling (sigh)

cross only acts like a dick to people who don’t hold power over him, or when he believes himself to be under the control of someone else.

he was never rude to xgaster, especially growing up, he’s respectful to his toriel and asgore, implied to be respectful to his superiors (though not his coworkers, whom he feels comfortable enough to banter with as he grew up with most of them). and while he’s mildly rude to nightmare, it’s because he was still following chara, not nightmare. he viewed nightmare as an ally, not a new ‘owner’. chara was in charge, in his mind, not nightmare.

chara is somewhat of an outlier to the ‘never rude’ rule, because he blames chara for a lot. yet he still follows orders, most of the time blindly. he disagrees, he says he disagrees, but he follows along. he banters with chara but ultimately submits to his whim until they’re separated.

it’s a defense mechanism. if they want nothing to do with him, or they think he’s confident enough to act rudely, then he’s not someone they can influence or harm. and given the amount of internalized anger he has, he also needs to burn it off somehow. in a place where nobody has the power over him to ‘punish’, he’s not in nearly as much fear. if someone else is ‘in control’ of him or ‘owns’ him, they’re not there to witness and then punish him for his behavior. or hell, maybe it’s an attempt at pushing the boundaries, seeing the limits to what he can and can’t do when he’s not explicitly told the rules.

the switch in his behavior as of late is nice i think, definitely showcases other sides of his character that was painfully ignored at first, but the anger issues fits him. i personally view the change in his behavior as cross slowly burning out that anger, like i did as a kid when i finally escaped my abuser. it took a few years, but im not nearly as angry as i was. i don’t pick fights like i used to, and now I’m conflict avoidant. i like to think that’s how cross operated, too.

he gets angry and then he gets burnt out. my mom always told me ‘anger is a secondary emotion’, either for sadness or fear or self-hate or something. i dont fullllly believe that, but it applies to cross. he’s angry because he’s not emotionally intelligent enough to figure out why he’s feeling the way he does after being compliant to others his entire life. it bubbles to the surface and he doesn’t know what to do.

and now that he’s with xgaster, i feel he’ll be angry then, too. but i also feel he’ll eventually submit, even if his goal is to. not ruin the multiverse like xgaster wants to. but only time will tell and honestly whatever route jakei goes for i feel will be a good one. if cross is angry, it would be accurate. if he submits, it would be accurate. if he’s fearful, it would be accurate. trauma is complicated and different for everyone.

anwyay i also like cross a lot maybe too much actually,, yayaya. he deserves to be pathetic but that’s not all to him i feel. he’s got a wide array of trauma and thus a wide array of ways to act about it!!! :3

[serosblunt]

BakuSquad Drabbles: If They Had A Crush On You

BakuSquad x (Female) Reader

NSFW, 18+

Characters: Bakugo, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Mina

Warnings: Mentions of smut (masturbation, electrostimulation, kissing, general horny thoughts.) Reader with female anatomy and pronouns. My terrible use of Spanish.

A/N: I am not Spanish, nor have I ever taken a day of it in my life so pls forgive me if I messed up the beautiful language😭

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Bakugo was NOT a pervert. 

Hothead? Yes. Slowly-coming-out-of-the-closest? Yes. But he was not a pervert. So why did he find himself having so many restless nights thinking about your face? 

The blond would frequently wake up to sheets soaked in sweat and slick palms that emitted his caramel essence. 

The way you smiled at him for less than a second when he handed you a pencil, or the casual manner in which you wiped sweat from your brow while sparring with Uraraka was so enticing to him. 

Perhaps it was because for only the third or fourth time in his life, someone wasn’t afraid of him, and that scared him. If he hurled insults at you, you would simply throw him back a grin, a toothy one that matched his own, as if you were telling him you knew he didn’t meant it. You were his equal and he respected you, maybe even worshipped you. 

Walking down the halls, if you were to accidentally bump shoulders, Katsuki would internally die a little, and turn a deeper shade of red than Ejirou’s hair. 

For some reason he would be overcome with the need to…apologise?!

You were his kryptonite, exposing all of his weak spots. 

He was in deep. And he didn’t know if he wanted to get out. 

Katsuki was fucked. 

Maybe he wanted to be, if you were down ;)

The red-head had always prided himself on being manly, and it hadn’t taken long for him to figure out he was harbouring strong feelings for you. 

Your loyalty to your friends and your willingness to drop everything’s for them at a minutes notice had initally peaked Eijirou’s interest. It was a very manly quality to have. 

His longing had only grown from there. 

Kirishima fondly remembers one day when he wasn’t in class, and during the lunch-break there was a pounding at his dorm room door. He was sick, it was really only a sniffle but Aizawa advised him against getting the rest of his classmates sick. 

He opened his door to find you, out of breath, having apparently run all the way from the classroom. You somehow had managed to find tissues, soup and an assortment of medicines along your fast-paced journey, with help from Recovery Girl. 

His heart was fluttering around you constantly from that day onwards, and he knew he couldn’t keep blaming lingering cold symptoms forever. 

His friends had caught him staring lovingly at you from across the room on more than several occasions, and smacked him out of his trance, as good friends did. But not before Mina got a few photos of the “lover boy” to show you later.

If he wasn’t going to step up and ask you out himself, she would do it for him. 

Denki WAS a pervert. 

Lately the two of you had been partnering up for training exercises, and his filthy mind had wandered. It was inevitable, you had boobs and were breathing. 

As you dodged his attacks, he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you hadn’t.

If you submitted to them willingly…asked for them…begged for them…

He had a crystal clear image of you underneath him, any time you trained. Naked and begging him to run his volts through you. In his mind, it made your toes curl and your nipples impossibly hard, and that wasn’t the only hard thing around.

When the thoughts got too much for the horny teen, Kaminari reverted back to blaming an over-usage of his quirk. Often this backfired on him however as you came even closer to him to run your fingers through his hair, knowing that it had helped him feel more grounded on occasion. 

It was common knowledge that recently, Denki, in his infinite wisdom, had developed intense stomach aches whenever he overused his quirk, which he obviously needed to see Recovery Girl for. 

Alone. 

Really, it was just an excuse to hide his boner from you and make a quick getaway, before either shamelessly rubbing one out in the bathroom or trying to coax it down enough to see the nurse. 

Unfortunately Denki could be a little clueless. You had felt something poking you in the thigh the first time you trained together, you decided to start wearing shorter skirts from that point onwards. 

Sero is a confident man. He knows he likes you and he suspects that you like him, but he needs to put that theory to the test. 

In the beginning he starts out slow, with only a word or two whispered so low you’re not even sure he said anything. 

Then the long-haired teen decided to use his powers for good. 

He calls it experimentation, and the way you blush after he breathes so softly just below the shell of your ear, he calls that data. 

“Data which must be collected again and again.”

The phrases too begin innocently enough, but Hanta knows how to get what you both so clearly what. 

“Cariño,” he purrs to as you reach for a snack.

“What does that one mean?” You squeak back, meekly. He finds it completely intoxicating. 

“It means ‘sweetheart’, but that’s nothing compared to what I’ll be calling you later, mi dulce princesa.”

You practically bend over for him right then and there, and the cocky, smiling fool knew it too. 

The tension between you two was more electric than anything Denki could produce, and it was driving Sero just as crazy as it was driving you. His lips spent more time attached to your ears in those few short weeks than they did apart from them. 

The taller boy was completely enamoured with the way you melted simply from his words.

Needles to say it didn’t take long for the two of you to start dating, and Sero kept up the Spanish.

Thoughts of you came to Mina often, but especially at night. When she was getting ready to slip her fingers below the waistband of her nightwear, inching them closer to where she so desperately wished it could be you touching her instead. 

It felt like it should have been wrong, the two of you were friends, but you were close. Closer than she saw a lot of her other friends act. But the way it felt, the way she felt about you, overpowered all that negativity. 

Ashido pictured your smile, your collarbones, your hands, and if she thought about it hard enough, she could almost feel the ghost of your lips against her skin. 

Your plush body against her own. It edged her closer and closer to her release.

She was practiced at this, having had the same desires for many a night. She knows just what vision will get her over the edge. 

Mina pretends it’s your voice in her ears instead of her own laboured breathing, coaxing her on, telling her you love her too.

A few more talented flicks of the wrist has your name on her lips like a symphony. 

Later that night, as she does every other, the bubbly girl curls up to a teddy bear you gifted her, which still holds your scent. 

You’ve never understood why she blushes the first time she sees you each day, but Mina knows that each night will be the same as the last until you’re hers. That’s the only secret she’s ever kept from you. 

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[marsprincess889]

You have an interesting outlook on Nakshatras. I have Moon + Ketu in Rohini Nakshatra .. can you tell me something about it?

I am more about inward journey and wanted to empower myself via that direction only.

Hii

The whole point of it is, the less you ask others about it the better. Esp with ketu.

I constantly get asked about ketu placements, like 90% of the time I get asked about something it's a ketu placement, and at this point I gotta write I as a disclaimer on my blog 😭 cause I see no point in describing a ketu placement, just cause it's so personal and internal. I really have no idea what it's like to have ketu in rohini, I have ketu in jyeshta. Ofc, anyone can find the associations and find out what that might be like but ketu is felt, not analyzed, right? Eventually, you will have to analyze it ig, but on your own. I really do mean that, I've said this to everyone who's asked me about ketu.

One thing I can tell you tho is that moon is exalted in rohini, but ketu is debilitated.

PS(edit): I am not lazy, I can easily write long paragraphs about any ketu placement, but I truly do think that even if it resonates, it will disorient the native more. Ketu is literally the place where you have to set your own rules, I just don't know how it will help anyone to give the autonomy of their deepest, most primal, intimate, internal and raw self to someone else by submitting it to the interpretation of others, as opposed to resisting the urge to define it prematurely and experiencing it for yourself.

I wish you the latter

[yoificfinder]

Hello there. This is so embarrassing, but about a year or 2 ago I submitted an ask for a fic, found it, and now have lost it again😭 It's an ao3 oneshot au where the skaters are mages and compete in magical Grand Prix. After blowing the magic gpf, Yuuri the wild magic user got drunk, turned Victor into a poodle, and the rest of the fic is them going to Hasetsu to find a way to turn Victor back without causing an International incident, and ended with a magic battle between the two yuris. I've tried looking for turned-into-poodle stories on ao3 but so far none of them are the fic I'm looking for. I am very grateful for the help you gave to find the fic the first time round. And tho I feel bad asking about the same thing again, can you please help me find this fic? Thank you so much💜

I hope someone else can help.

[slasherwhxre]

HELLO your post ab killers w their s/o moaning someone elses name in their sleep? absolute brainrot 😭😭 if ur down, could u do the same scenario but for joey, the oni and the nemesis? My brain is overflowing thank u so much for the delicious content 😭😭❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

<3<3

DBD Killers' Reaction to: You Moaning Someone Else's Name in Your Sleep, pt. 2

part 1 here (Herman, Michael, Danny, Frank)

Character(s): Kazan Yamaoka, Legion Joey, Nemesis

Kazan Yamaoka:

"Evan, oh,"

Kazan doesn't need to hear you for the second time to catch on.

Evan.. He tries to remember.

Evan.. MacMillan?

'The coward of an heir to the MacMillan estate?'

You could simply not be imagining such a dishonorable man on top of you.

Reminded of the killer's pathetic past with fury gripping at his collar, Kazan can hardly keep his hand from grabbing the futon your body is laying on.

All those lives had been sacrificed and still, the prized estate of the man you were fantasizing was basically in ruins still. What a waste. Not like it could ever share the charm of the Japanese family estate, anyway.

The weak man or his weak traps, cowardly weapons, Kazan considers them, do not stand a chance against a warrior like himself, one that was from a powerful bloodline unlike him.

The heir of MacMillan is no match for me or you, at least in Kazan's book, or rather his big Kanabou, the powerful and studded samurai war club.

Had his infamous wraith and a desire to uphold traditions not taken over, he would've let out a roaring laugh that fit such a demon like himself.

Unfortunately, he didn't. His world views were more or less tied to the time period he had lived in. which meant Kazan couldn't even begin to explain how unacceptable your behavior was.

Inappropriate, looked down upon, shamed. Unlike him making you scream with pleasure in the padded unsprung style of bedding, again and again, for you were more or less his.

Partaking or dreaming of pre-marital sex out in the open might have been disregarded and a no source of concern for lower classes like you came from, but Kazan was from an upper class and so were you now.

Kazan had already messed up once when he was alive while trying to regain any amount of honor, and a non-formal relationship with someone not worthy of his family name would show him the pattern continued even in this realm. After all, affairs weren't supposed to be based on romantic attraction, and ashamed as he was to admit it, this one was.

You would learn to submit to the head of the Yamaoka house, in every way possible, if you knew what was best for you.

Joey:

"Ah, Philip," 

Joey had been more or less impartial about your past, and most definitely not a saint himself, but he probably didn't need to put it into words why it was wrong of you to dream-fuck your ex-boyfriend right beside your present one. 

I mean, that was indeed your ex, right? He must have been. Joey didn't know anyone named Philip, as far as he remembered. 

Later on, his forgetfulness would result in what could be defined as one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

"Do you guys know a Philip?"

Frank turned towards him, itching the forehead part of his mask. "No. Why?"

"No reason."

"Right."

"I think I do," Susie cut in between them, "That's Wraithy."

"Wraith..y?" Joey questioned, repeating her. 

"Yup. Wasn't his name Philip, Jules?"

Julie nodded, and Frank seemed to remember it too then. "Yeah, he's Philip. Why are you asking?"

Joey's chill exterior was evaporating at a fast pace as he came to the realization, leaving its place to an abnormality, also known as passive aggressiveness. 

"No reason." 

Regretting ever asking, he left without a second word.

"You owe me one, Frank."

"Shit. Yeah, whatever. I really thought they were having a threesome. Can't blame a guy for thinking of that first, can you?"

Joey hadn't left soon enough, resulting in him hearing their last words. A.. threesome? 

Like hell, Joey replied internally. 

If anyone thought he didn't get jealous just because he wasn't as possessive as any other person, they couldn't be more wrong.

It didn't take a lot of effort. 

Seeing the skull mask behind one of the many trees around the campfire, you jumped up and away, leaving your friends a with a bullshit sounding excuse.

"Hey," you greeted him, and Joey gave a nod. Being quiet was a normal quality of him, although the reason was not a part of his identity for once. You started putting a distance between the survivors, going deeper into the dark woods.

"How are you?"

"Confused." 

"Confused?" His first ever words had taken you back by surprise. "Uh-huh."

"About?.." 

Joey's unusually matter of fact behavior was already successful in making you nervous, but his steps next to you suddenly stopped. 

"I'm trying to figure out if you have a thing for guys who can't keep a job."

"What?" You blinked. 

"Y'know, me." He stepped closer before continuing, "And 'Philip'."

And you thought you were intimidated initially. Instinctively backing up and bumping against a half rotting tree, you tried to make sense of this weird subject. "What are you even on about?"

Joey was close to ripping out a chunk of the tree behind you, instead he scolded you, getting rid of the space between your bodies. "You can't be that forgetful." 

"I'm not being forgetful." 

His curved blade suddenly hit the old trunk, and you let out a yelp. 

While the sharp weapon had missed any vital area, a bunch of your hair was caught up in it, making escape rather painful.

Actions had been always louder than words for Joey. This time they were clearly telling you're not allowed out of his sight, or rather, palm. 

"Was this what he was doing?" The words were spoken into your neck as his free hand wandered up your midriff.

His fingers were cold. Far too cold for your warm skin, but that was the last sensation you could pay attention to while they pinched a nipple, earning him weird squeals from you.

"Joe- please," 

Struggling to make out words for what he was up to so out in the open, you let out something comprehensible at last.

"Please what?"

Your begging softened the way he was feeling you up for a second while he brought his covered forehead to yours.

"I only have a thing for you," you promised, but the sentence had come out like a reminder, one he secretly needed, still not more than your body, for the time being. "You know I belong to you and you only,"

"Yeah," he agreed casually, "You better know it too."

Nemesis:

"Chris, ooh,"

Nemesis couldn't grasp the meaning of the strange sound that left your sleeping form.

The only logical part of it had been the name to him, it was one he was familiar with.

S.T.A.R.S..

Ex-member Chris Redfield, colleague and friend of Jill Valentine.

The sound after that, however, wasn't really something he could make sense of.

It wasn't pain, as he more than knew how to inflict that, yet had never had the pleasure of hearing something along the lines of ooh.

Whatever it was, your mannerisms were odd to say the least, and the mention of a person of interest to him raised suspicion, so it didn't matter if he didn't exactly know what to make of it.

First things first, his hands would land on your body to shake you out of it.

How could he have known that this would backfire on him greatly?

Even programs had their limits, and he seemed to be at his when your noises only amplified on impact, and the first confusion he felt was nothing compared to the present.

Then he received his first and only hint. "Touch me, ah-"

Finally, discerning the situation, he scooped up your body in an instant, giving you a small heart attack. You suddenly opened your eyes up in the air, being carried to somewhere unknown on his shoulder like you weighted absolutely nothing.

While your heaviness was by no means acknowledged, your back was.

Your behind was presented with a loud smack. Aware of his own strength, he was going to make reality better than whatever scenario you were just in.

Punishment wasn't his goal, not yet at least.

He was simply pursuing your naughty dream for now, it was what he was made to do, after all, but you were in for more delicious stings either way.

Who knew copulating with the enemy had some painfully good consequences, and even former humans could be jealous?

taglist: @prettycutebunny

[evasjacks]

a secret of truly epic dumbass proportions: so there's this piece of paper I had to use to get into my CIE (cambridge international examination) but after my exams were over, I told my brother (WHO FUCKING KNEW MORE THAN ME ABOUT THE EXAMS BECAUSE HE'S GIVEN THEM TWICE THERE'S NO REDEMPTION FOR THIS BITCH) that I was going to burn my statement of entry (that's what the paper's called) and he went "yeah cool" so because I'm not a fucking QUITTER I burnt it and when I told him that he was like "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE ARE YOU CRAZY YOU IDIOT FUCKER YOU NEED THAT FOR YOUR RESULTS"

Anyways. Assistance to murder him is appreciated. Also appreciated would be someone who told my parents what I did without getting me murdered, and bullying my school admin into sending me an email of the backup copy BECAUSE I KNOW THE SCHOOL HAS ONE. I'm a fucking dumbass I hate myself

HELP NOOOO DHAKDHKDHDUFYF

THIS IS SO CHAOTIC CAN U LIKE SUBMIT THE ASHES 😭😭💔💔

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