#im pretty sure it was made for students learning spanish?

[themakeupbrush]

Miss International Mexico 2022 National Costume

CATRINALÁ  La princesa de la muerte 

I present my national costume for inspired by la catrina, the most important icon of our celebration of the day of the dead

Its design is also inspired by the boxes of olinalá, a pre-Hispanic craft from Guerrero, made with satin and painted 100% by hand.

This costume represents all the souls that went further afield and each year we remember them through this important celebration.

[angel-sweets666]

Idk if your taking requests! I saw your puppy love kirishima fic and i was wondering if you could do middle school kirishima with foreign exchange student (hispanic)but it can be wtv you want .if its too much im sorry you dont have to write it😭👍🏽

UHMMM ITS NOT TOO MUCH TO WRITE, I’m Hispanic aswell however I’m not to connected to my culture (Spanish and Mexican) as I’m not fully Hispanic. But I can 100% write this! (Plus it gives me an excuse to research my own culture!) sorry I haven’t been online but I’m getting to it all now

Mkay so before any of u start acting like I just wrote the most racist stuff known to man I wanna inform you, My hero academia is based in Japan and Japan is a monoethnic country where foreigners make up less then 3% of the whole country, so most of the time when they see a foreigner they are very surprised. Don’t come for me please <3

this may be shorter but I’ll try

Eijiro kirishima x Hispanic reader

kirishima groaned as he looked up from his table, feeling a hand tap his shoulder “eijiro, eijiro look. There’s a new kid…” his friend whispered, causing the black haired boy to look over his shoulder towards his friend. the boy looked really confused, almost shocked? Who reacts like that to a new kid? Kirishima looks over and sees you standing by the door, clutching your book bag in one hand and the end of your shirt in the other as you nervously fidgeted with the hemline. Not only do you look different from the rest of them, but your the prettiest person he’s ever seen in his whole life! Your hair, skin, eyes, body, EVERYTHING! You just were so pretty to him. Kirishima made it his mission to befriend you and win you over, you were his mission. Kirishima noticed your nervous expression as your eyes danced around the classroom to find an empty spot that wasn’t to close to anyone else, kirishima stood up from his seat and walked over to you at the front of the class “I’m.. I’m eijiro kirishima!” He grins, stuttering at first but finding his confidence “you wanna come sit with me? I’ve got an empty seat!” He welcomed you.

You smiled, “Hey…” as you seemed to loosen up, letting go of the hemline of your shirt. Kirishima’s warm grin widened as he ushered you to the seat next to him.

“C’mon then! Sit here,” he said cheerfully, making you feel instantly more at ease. As class went on, you couldn’t help but notice how genuinely friendly and inviting he was.

After a while, Kirishima turned to look at you. “So, where are you from?” he asked. You knew this question would come up eventually; your mamá and papá had warned you about it.

“*Your country*,” you replied.

“Oh wow! That’s pretty far from here…” Kirishima seemed fascinated. “You speak Spanish and all?”

“Eh… Sí,” you replied, trying to prove you could speak Spanish by replying in it.“That’s so cool! You’re so manly,” he grinned again, his eyes shining with genuine admiration. “You should teach me some time. I’d love to learn.”

You chuckled at his enthusiasm, feeling a warmth spread through you at his sincere interest. “Sure, I can teach you some phrases,” you said, starting to feel more comfortable. Kirishima’s excitement was infectious, and you began to feel grateful that he had bothered to come up to you.

ITS SO SHORT BUT ITS SOMETHING

[guardioland]

101 ways to use a cane - Pep Guardiola/Reader Smut

pep guardiola university prof AU - remember how he said he wanted to be a uni prof of history

warnings : some pretty rough sexual content again | inappropriate use of a cane | teacher-student

Shuffling my feet, I grabbed on to the multitude of books that I have, hurriedly walking to my next lecture session. Glancing down while I walked, i unknowingly passed a lecturer of my university and as I was in hurry, simply said a mere “hello” as I was passing.

“You, come back” I heard a low voice with a thick spanish accent as a sense of fear travelled down my spine. I stopped in my tracks, looked up and immediately uttered mental curses in my mind. The man in front of me was none other than Professor Pep Guardiola. Wearing his typical black turtleneck, black dress pants and a pair of expensive looking shoes, Professor Guardiola’s death glare bore into mine. “that’s not the way you greet people” . Many thoughts flooded my mind as I started recalling many of the lectures I’ve had with him. Professor Guardiola was not only one of the strictest lecturers in the University, but also one of the most attractive. He had the most piercing of eyes, well defined cheekbones, a great body shape that accentuates whatever clothes he chooses to wear as well as a thick beard. Only god knows how many nights I’ve spent fantasising of how it will feel….

“You never learn do you?” His deep voice snapped me out of my own thoughts. I couldn’t help but shiver as both fear and arousal filled me swiftly.

“In my office now, im going to teach you a lesson” His voice dropped by an octave as he beckons for me to follow him into his office. I was in fucking deep shit, expecting the worse. Professor Guardiola had a thing for manners and never seemed to stop picking on my words, tone etc and I never seemed to know why. I walked in front of him, eyes glancing down at my own feet, not daring to look up or say a thing. Thoughts began filling my mind, thoughts about him. From the first day I saw the man, I thought he looked glorious. Amazing features and well dressed all the time, he was like my wettest dreams on legs. Every single time he talked I couldn’t help but think about his accent and his voice and how it’ll sound whispering dirty nothings into my ears. The more I thought, the more turned on I was. The prospect of alone time in his office was doing things to me despite the fear of punishment. As I was engrossed in my own thoughts, Professor Guardiola pushed opened his office door, and when both us were in, he slammed the door and locked it.

He bore his gaze into mine and it was as if he could read my arousal. His eyes darkened within seconds, walked over and slammed me up against the wall. His lips sucked hard on my neck, branding my soft skin with a pinkish-red mark. Now I finally knew why he could never stop picking on me. His left hand was intertwined in my hair, tugging on it roughly while the other hand slides up my thigh and under my skirt. I gasp as i felt his fingers touching my undergarments, rubbing me through the cotton. I could feel my own pussy become moist and I was dead sure he could feel the wetness through my panties. I felt my knees give way but he held me upright and against the wall in his tight relentless grasp.

It wasn’t long before he pushed the most intimate layer of clothing off and enters one of his slim finger into me, making me bite down on my bottom lip, and grip onto his top even more tighter. “god, you’re so wet for me,” he groans onto my neck before licking a long wet stripe on it and claiming my lips in a bruising kiss. I kissed him back as best as I could manage with his finger moving in and out of me. I was in absolute bliss with fucking euphoria taking over my entire being. The way his fingers were pumping in and out of me made my body start to tremble as the squelching sounds filled the entire office. My hands trailed down his sides , reaching for his belt and unbuckling it nimbly. He let out a note of approval when my fingers brushed against the protruding bulge in his pants and i slid my hand into his underwear, wrapping my hand around his dick. Fuck, he’s fucking huge, I groaned mentally inside of me. My mouth goes dry instantaneously as my mind drifted to the prospect of that enormous dick inside me, thrusting into me over and over again.

My train of thoughts were broken as my catalan professor added another finger and moved them faster, his fingers curling a little to hit every spot pleasurable , making my breath quicken and my body tremble even more. I started to stroke him up and down on his shaft, trying my utter best to keep at the same pace as his fingers, my thumb swiping over the leaking head of his dick. I could feel the pre-cum leaking from his tip and I couldn’t help but bring my fingers to my own lips, tasting the saltiness of him before returning to stroke him even further. His whole body shivers and he growls primally against my lips before pulling away, withdrawing his fingers, grabbing me by the hand and yanking me over to his desk. I whined from the lack of contact and the rough contact of my hips with the office table was sure to cause bruising the next day.

But professor Guardiola didn’t seem to care. He shoves me onto his table, making me bend over the edge. He leaned over me, tugging my hair out of the way. “You need punishing for you disrespect”. He growled into my ears, each word laced with his own lust and desire.

He disappears for a second to return with a long sleek cane. I bit my lips as my eyes studied the wooden cane in detail. I was a little nervous but my nerves were greatly outweighed by the amount of arousal travelling through my veins. Professor Guardiola slid his hand up my ass, lifting up my skirt as he goes, before hooking his finger inside my underwear and pulling them down quickly. I gasped as I became exposed to the cool air in the surroundings causing me to swallow with a gulp. Sensing my trepidation, he started to give me a false sense of security as he caresses my ass gently, squeezing it and then brought me back down to earth with a rough slap. I jumped slightly at the smack, but all it did was made my pussy even wetter, and a gush of lust was sent through me.

“Tell me you’re sorry for not greeting with respect” Professor Guardiola stroked the cane up the back of my thighs and across my ass with no force, but the cold wood still made me flinch. I momentarily turned my head back and there he was, rolling up his sleeves. Seeing me turn back to look at him, he pushed my face down into the cool surface of the table, pressing my face down with force. “Did I say you can fucking move” He moved the cane towards my opening, threatening to penetrate me with it.

“I…I…I…” I couldn’t get the words out no matter how hard I tried. They were stuck in my cheeks as my whole body was too consumed with lust to even phrase a proper coherent sentence. There I was, at the Catalan man’s utmost mercy, in such a shameful position, yet I was so indescribably horny that I couldn’t even speak. He raised his arm, moving the cane away from my opening and spanks me hard with the cane in one swift motion. The sensation of the cane made my ass burn and cause me cry out.

“Tell me you’re sorry.” I opened your mouth but no words wanted to come out of it. He brought his cane down with another hit causing me to yelp in pain. Another pang of lust came together with the surge of pain that the cane caused. Tears started welling up in my eyes from mixture of pain my ass felt and from how sore and neglected my pussy felt.

“Tell me.” He no longer hit me with the cane, instead bringing the cane towards my drenched opening again. The sensations were driving me fucking insane as even the light touch of the cane’s tip on my sensitive clit made my hips jolt upwards, desperate for more long lasting contact. With one motion, he moved the cane in slightly, then withdrawing. Professor Guardiola was precise on his cane, touching my walls with the long wooden cane. I could feel the wetness in between my legs increase and arousal coursing faster through me “The sooner you say sorry, the sooner I’ll fuck you.” He removed the damp cane and slicked the wetness across my ass, bringing the cane down in three consecutive hits.

“I’m sorry for not greeting you properly! I swear ill never do it again, ill bow everytime I see you I swear, please professor please, just fuck me!” It all comes out in a rush, so quickly that I don’t even mean my apology. All I wanted was some reprise, some form of contact, some pleasure and some release.

“So everytime you see me what are you supposed to say” he smirked as he held his cane up, questioning me. He fucking knew what he was doing, purposefully dragging out this entire process, pushing me to the edge.

“good morning or afternoon professor guardiola, with a bow “ I whimpered that that seems to satisfy him thank god. He released the cane as it fell to the floor with a thud and he grabs me by the waist. He turned me over, making me sit on his desk. Soon enough, his lips were back on mine, tongue wrestling my lips apart. I kissed him with the same amount of need and desperation. Instinctively I reached down and grabbed hold of his dick, now rock hard, red and swollen. It was then I realised that he was just as horny as I am as I could almost feel his thick appendage pulsating within my hands. His fingers return to my opening and inserts them in hard multiple of times before withdrawing them and putting them in my mouth, making me taste myself.

“xuclar els sucs“ he demanded in catalan. He watched with his lips parted in an obscene manner as I complied and greedily sucked on his fingers, the taste of my own saltiness filling my mouth. Professor Guardiola’s eyes darkens even further, pulling my blouse open in one fierce tug. He parted my thighs as wide as he could on his desk and pushed my hand away from his dick. Without warning he plunges deep in. I was more than ready for him, head rolling back and i moan, the feeling of him filling me too good to bear. “Professor...” I gasped out with all the coherence I had left in me. He started to thrust, pulling back his hips before pushing it forward into mine such that I could feel his hipbones grinding against mine.

His head was cocked back for a second before he pulled my head up by my hair roughly and hissed “moan my name”

“Pep ...” my moans were getting increasingly breathy as my hand slipped on his desk, crumpling papers. He was relentless with his thrusting, slamming his dick further and further into me, hitting me in spots that sent waves of pleasure surging through my body

“call me your daddy ” he demanded with a low carnal growl

“ah daddy...” I was starting to lose control of my senses. His pace quickens and i gripped onto his shoulder harder. I stared at his bottom lip for a second before darting forward and bit it hard, pulling him closer to me. He moans into my mouth and bit your lip in retaliation, making me let go a cry of curses

Professor Guardiola picked me up and shoved me flat of the table, and plunged in without warning again. This time, the change in position makes his dick enter me deeper, hitting every area pleasurable. He grabbed a handful of my hair and with every ounce of his strength, growled inhumanely “moan my fucking full name you fucking dirty whore”

“Oh josep ... oh daddy .. oh sir” I cried as I looked at the undeniably sexy lecturer with his lips parted, his eyes alight with lust and his turtleneck crumpled. He abuses my sweet spot over and over and within seconds I was on my way to a point of no return.

“Oh god josep“ I moaned twice the volume as before, back arching off the desk and my thighs quivering under his hands. He pants and moans as my walls tighten around his cock, and it only takes a few more thrusts until he pulled out and came on my stomach, streams of hot, sticky cum landing on my skin, his eyes closed and breath uneven.

“Will you great me with respect now?”

I nodded weakly, still breathless

“Oh no you won’t. A dirty whore like you would not be respectful just to have my dick”

[1d1195]

Your writing IS worthy all the lovely feedback and interactions! But yeah I know what you mean lol

I honestly do think we share at LEAST one cell bc it's WILD the amount of similarities but ngl i love that for us lol And honesty writing it out is very therapeutic and Im glad your blog is a safe outlet for you!❤️Mine is just my notes app and it's really SOMETHING. So if you ever need inspiration just ask for a screenshot of my notes bestie 🤪

Omg no it's not lazy writing! It's like your signature and it's so sweet and it truly would not be a Sam story without it! I love it! The names were so cute and honestly idk Italian but Im sure those words aren't to hard to mess up! I wish I could help but sadly I am a spanish speaking girlie so I am no help lol

With or without makeup bestie I am sure you were GLOWING!!! Also what book were you reading, did you like it?! An no pressure on part 2, you deserve some rest!

And studying is HELL rn but it will be okay hopefully lol Thank you for constantly being so nice, I really do always love talking to you!- 💜

OMG SHOW ME THE NOTES. I always need inspo.

Oh stop lol I have a really bad skin routine (soap and water HAHAHAHA) so I feel like my skin is pale and gray all the time. Not much glow around here 🤣

That's cool you speak Spanish! I am lame af and my only language is English (and I'm still pretty bad at speaking it). I have a student who speaks only Spanish and god BLESS I teach math because I am already driving the struggle bus and sitting with Google Translate out only for me to find out that "multiply" is just "multiplicar" like how embarrassing 🙃

The book was fine but I was STRESSED. I read it in two days because I was all stressed out about how the author was going to fix the mess she made. It's called "Lesson Learned." I saw it on TikTok because it's about teachers so I had to. (It was actually a little like my Made to Be series and crossed with Love and Dryer Sheets. But I wanted it to be more like Made to Be but ended up being more like Love and Dryer Sheets--hence the STRESS). But it's the first book I've read since September after doing a record of like...idk 15 books over the summer (that's when I actually have time to read). So it was good but I'm hoping the next book I read is a little more on the lovey-dovey side of things and less stressful.

If you don't mind me asking, how old are you? What are you studying? Have you always lived on the West Coast or are you just going to school out there? Just want to get to know you more! 💕

xoxo

[mammonsvulva]

Hi there! I just discovered your page and i loved the bachata headcannon!

On that same line, can you do a female latina headcannon? Like, more specifically, Colombian, you know, an MC that's like normally fluent in english but when mad she just burst on angry spanish screaming session with latin curses and a strong accent and also just getting really mad if deemed as Mexican by default? I'd love that! Thank youuuu (also feel free to ignored this if it's not of your fancy)

I hope you have a great day!

Of course! I really hope you like it! :)

(I tried to incorporate things some of my relatives say as Colombians please don’t hate me🥲)

The Brothers + Datables and a Latina MC with Colombian Habits

Lucifer❤️

Lucifer has always been amused by the boldness MC portrayed, that is until Mammon pissed her off

MC actually f*cking explodes, calling Mammon “culicagao” (like a bratty kid) and a bunch of profanities out of rage

Actually leaves Lucifer surprised, who could she hate so much that she’d put a curse on them?

Is actually kind of scared to speak up after she went silent, kinda just stares at her like “what the fuck do I do”

“I’ve told Mammon A THOUSAND TIMES. IM NOT F*CKING MEXICAN”

(Oooohh Mammons gonna get his ASS WHOOPED)

“MAAAAAAMMMMOOOOONNN????”

Mammon💛

Could learn a thing or two from MC, had some strong clap backs

Is counting his money when OUT OF NOWHERE MC just starts incanting a literal curse

Literally has his quaking in his boots dude, like he’s genuinely terrified

He can’t keep up with anything she’s saying and feels like his time to die has come

Doesn’t say A WORD when she calms down, jumps when she starts apologizing for reacting like that

“W-w-what happened? ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )”

“I LOST 10 GRAND IN BLACK JACK! ITS FUCKING RIGGED!”

Is genuinely more cautious for a while, kind of traumatized him

Mammon thought it’d be a great Idea to take her to meet one of his witches, MC already didn’t like her but listen to this

First thing the witch said was “Aren’t you that Mexican transfer student or whatever?”

(‘Oooh Ms. Girl you fucked up’)

Leviathan💙

Wishes he could have MCs confidence, ‘how does she respond like that 0•0’

He’s reading Manga while MC just lost on the same level for the 5th time

Accidentally shifts to his demon for he got so scared

Has to whip his tail up and grab the controller before she could slam it, genuinely terrified for his well being

Once she calms down she goes to give him a hug, to help with her frustration

*PANICS* “I-I can h-help you with that level, if y-you want..”

MC watches as he beats it with ease and heaves a sigh of relief, literally such a stupid game

Gets just as offended as MC when somebody said “I went to Mexico on vacation once, what was it like growing up there?”

Will let her handle it and he’ll be her Moral Support <3

Satan💚

Loved that MC was always ready, he was like that too being the Avatar of Wrath

Is genuinely amused when MC burst out swearing because she got a bad grade, he actually thought it was hilarious

Thinks of like a game to keep up with everything she’s shouting, makes her more upset

“What the fuck are you laughing at juemadre de la-“

“You’re Hot when you’re mad, Did you know that?”

Makes her go silent immediately, why is he like this, making people wanna act up on DIAVOLO

When they’re BOTH mad at something it’s like a f*cking BOMB RAID bro

They both just keep adding more, even when Satans speaking a Demon Dialect and MC is speaking Spanish LMAOO

When an arrogant soul decides to purposely mislabel MC as Mexican, the fool needs to count his seconds with MC and Satan both getting on his ass

Asmodeus💞

Has always liked the spunk MC had, it entertained him to watch her bicker with his brothers

Surprised, but not happy AT ALL with the fact that MC could blow up like that

Gets on MC for lashing out, “MC! THIS IS TERRIBLE FOR YOUR SKIN, DO YOU WANT WRINKLES?”

Gets MC to tell him what made her loose her cool like that

“That stupid b*tch from class posted saying “That Mexican transfer student isn’t pretty enough to be this annoying”

Almost explodes as bad as MC did

“MS. GIRL SHE SAID WHAT? Lemme hop on Devilgram and end her career real quick💖”

Devilgram post- Asmodeus 19:34: “Aw sweetie, Not everybody can be as gorgeous as MC and muah, but don’t go trying to drag her in the dirt with you. Filthy🥱”

No mercy on the haters💔

Beelzebub🧡

Like Asmo, found it entertaining to see MC bicker with his brothers every now and then

MC just couldn’t keep calm anymore when she messed up the recipe she was working on AGAIN

Beel becomes more concerned than scared, ‘Is she ok? :(‘

Gets up to hug MC, hoping it’ll help calm her down a bit

She explains that she kept ruining the dessert no matter how hard she tried

“MC, it’s ok to do it wrong, because it helps you learn how to do it right :)”

She’s tried again, except this time with Beel to help her :)

Gets upset when someone defaults MC as Mexican, knowing how much she hates it

He may be a teddy bear but man don’t f*ck with his Chef

Belphegor💜

Thought MC was amusing with the way she made sure everyone knew she wouldn’t take any BS

MC just happened to stub her toe while Belphie was sleeping, and now he’s awake, and heated

“What the f*ck happened?”

Is actually more concerned than upset, she wouldn’t lash out like that for no reason

When MC explains that a picture of her in the RAD Catalog still ended up being there even though she made it clear she was against it

“Oh, MC- you look good in every photo, I wouldn’t be upset about it”

Assures her it’s not a big deal and then invites her to come take a nap with him

Will mean mug the f*ck out of anyone who assumes MC is Mexican, because he finds extremely disrespectful (as it is)

Might commit homicide if they keep saying Mexican but I ain’t no snitch

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Diavolo♥️

At first took MC as disrespectful, but learned it was only when she felt she was being disrespected (then by all means, go off)

Surprisingly, Diavolo speaks Spanish, but he still kind of struggles to keep up

He’s just laughing the whole time too, like MC isn’t furious

Later, MC calmly explains just some random student pissed her off again

“Who is this student you say? Do I need to have a chat with them as the Demon Lord of The Devildom? :)?”

Dia actually admires how passionate MC is about her home country, agrees that it’s disrespectful to mislabel someone

Because he can, Dia starts to learn about Colombian culture and throwing parties just for MC

Starts saying shit like “politas pa la rumba!” (I’ll buy beers for everyone¿) just to sound cool to MC

Barbatos💟

Barb doesn’t understand how someone could be so beautiful but so hostile sometimes, overall doesn’t really mind though

Is surprised that such things could conde from MC, kind of chuckles thinking about it

He figured he should try and step in to calm the situation

“Is there anything I can do to ease you, MC?”

It ended up being that Diavolo was completely ignoring her and brushing her aside when he never did that with Solomon

Asks if she’d like him to talk to Dia about it, since he may approach it better than she will

Barb will quietly correct anybody who believes her to be Mexican, just so MC won’t have to deal with their arrogance herself

Takes his free time and makes dishes from Colombia, or Colombian themed cookies or cupcakes to make MC happy :)

Simeon🤍

Is trying to teach MC better ways to respond to idiots, more Angelic ways

When MC blows up for the first time in front of him, the literal shock she sent him into omfg

*GASP* “MC?! WHY ARE YOU SAYING SUCH VILE THINGS?”

Like, HELLOOO? SHE DARES TO SAY SUCH THINGS IN AN ANGELS PRESENCE?

Helps to calm her down after showing distaste for her words

“You’re lips are to beautiful to speak such sinful things”

Will go on to give MC a long but kind lecture about why exploding like that is bad for her Aura and whatever

Will politely make it known that someone was wrong for assuming MC is Mexican, does get a bit irritated though

He now goes up to MC when she’s getting upset, to remind her to breathe and comfort her with a deep hug :)

“See? It’s ok MC~ just breathe in and out for me, ok? :)”

Solomon⚛️

Will piss MC off on purpose just to see her pop off, he LOVES it

Literally her #1 cheerleader when she blows up, adding on to what she’s upset about

“Period MC” “No way she said that! What a fugly b*tch” “Right, she’s just a hater”

Hypes her up all the time, even when she’s obviously in the wrong

Sol needs ALL the tea, pulls up like “who we talking shit about?”

Will get on someone’s ass just because, now think about when someone mislabels MC😳💥

Gives MC a sense of pride hearing him say “Cagué” when he messes up a potion, he obviously picked that up from her

Luke⛅️

Gets kinda (really) scared when MC becomes a little aggressive

Actually bursts out crying because he was scared MC was mas at him

MC traumatized this kid so bad, he ran to Simeon like he was getting chased be some demons

“M-m-mom is really m-mad and *sobs* I’m s-scared *sobs more*”

MC IMMEDIATELY feels super bad because she scared away his soul

Simeon, having talked to her about it already, mouthed “Apologize now.” In a very not polite manner, kinda scaring MC too🚫��

Has MC apologizing PROFUSELY, trying to explain it wasn’t Luke’s fault

Once he calms down, they go to bake cookies like usual, except this time he’s sniffing the whole time :( 💔

I really hope this fit what you asked for :( </3

[colorseeingchick]

Hey Can I ask for a self ship date pls ? I’m a 18yo girl who is 173 cm of chaos and my heart has been stolen by Kise Ryouta from KNB 😩.

We may be very different, he’s more of a warm and a social person while i’m cold in the clouds and ambiverted but his smile, his laugh and how he’s dedicated in basketball made me lose it. I find his whole personality interesting even the more cold and ugly parts of him and he has the pretty face for him too but i’m not the kind of person who can just fall for apparence. He have such a voice too 😳 He has that charming aura, playful but yet still lighthearted and funny. He being two-faced surprisingly don’t bother me that much somehow i understand from where hes coming from. I relate a lot to his overachiever and need to handle all things himself to the point of hurting. As a basketb fan i am also enamored w his way of playing, i gen think he is the best of gom he always do his best to the point of barely breathing and honestly i relate to this too when im into something i love. His quick learning abilities are hyper and i like how Kise try to be honest w himself. I like also the balance he have w masculine and feminine energy and don’t mind him being a dork. His relationship w others characters are gold too like w Aomine and i can see him showing me affection to my touch starved self and just general affection i lack in general even if i don’t say it. Also i can imagine a certain dynamic between us where no one is the lead of the couple but we’re on equal terms.

Now more about me i am an ENTP 8w7, I am independent, creative, honest, prideful and « generous » i don’t think that last one much but my close one describe me like this. I’m very curious, likes experimenting and new things. I am funny/sarcastic, playful and as it iam very memeable but surprisingly top student here who doesn’t behave like it at all both in class and just in general. My aesthetic is a weird mix of everything i love so i am both a tomboy, alt and a baddie somehow. I am into law and economics studies and can talk french, korean and spanish as i learn languages in my free time by myself. I do read, write, draw and listen to music, play all sort of games including sports, get on a walk from time to time, eat cuz food is delicious and just learn in general. I have kind of ✨trust issues ✨so i don’t have many friends. But you sure will have fun w me ! I don’t about chill i have some temper but sure im pretty cool and open minded ! In love i really am a mess, i’m easily flustered but act cool to hide it and because of that i look like someone confident and mysterious except i am not the first one and ugh im lowkey a tsundere so it’s difficult to assume my feelings. But i swear i try !

Thank you for reading me ! I hope i didn’t bother you much.

You didn't bother me at all hun! This was a lot of fun to write so I hope you enjoy :) I think I have a pretty fun date planned for you two if I do say so myself hehe.

Premise: Kise got to know you throughout high school, and saw you as different from his other fangirls. Even though it wasn’t basketball, you also stood out at the top of your class, making you noticeable to Kise. You were actually a good friend (a cute friend at that) and he decided that he wanted to take you on a date during your 3rd year (once the basketball season was over and he had time to make for you). Knowing how fun you are, he had the perfect plan.

As you look into the mirror to examine your outfit, your phone buzzes with the “I’m hereeee ;)” text. You’d decided to lean into your tomboy vibes, given that Kise told you to ‘get ready to do stuff,’ which was not very informative, but exciting nonetheless.

As you walk out, you’re greeted by the blonde man dressed handsome as ever, a dark long sleeve shirt with fitting jeans, his silver hoop shining as the sun starts to set.

“Ready Y/N-chi?” He asks you, smiling as he overdramatically offers his hand for you to grab.

“Ready as ever~” you say as you grab his hand. He pulls you close and winks, flustering you right from the start.

“If I remember correctly, you said something about this being the best date I ever go on?” You take your chance to poke fun at him as well.

“Oh honey, it will be.” You can see the way his eyes shine and his mischievous grin as he walks with a nice hop in his step, guiding you towards the train station.

The train ride was pleasant, his hands protectively on your shoulder and a mean glare on his pretty features when other men looked at you or got too close, but his face was calm as he comfortably bantered with you (you on the other hand were quite unbothered by it all). Once you finally arrived at your destination, you found yourself in the lively district of the city, flooded with restaurants and shops all open late night.

“I forgot how beautiful this area is at night!” You can’t help but say as you look at all the beautiful lights and architecture.

“I had to take a pretty girl to a pretty place, you know?” He squeezes your hand as he drags you along once again, until you end up at your destination.

“I think this’ll be a lot of fun,” he says to you as he pushes open the doors to the arcade, letting all the dark lights and glowing games illuminate your sight.

He buys the coins for you both to play (He’d asked prior if it’d be okay for him to pay for you this date, and you’d agreed), and you set off to play all sorts of games.

It was a lot of fun for the both of you. While the games were enjoyable, playing them with him made it all the better. He also never missed an opportunity to flirt with you, and playing games made it easy. Both of you being overachievers, with Kise being a quick learner and you being open to trying new things made the experience amazing.

“Here, stand like this and loosen your wrists up for a better shot.” you both were playing the basketball game, and to no surprise Kise had absolutely killed it. Now here he is, helping adjust your shot. Standing behind you, he lightly adjusts your waist, turning you a little bit to help your footing. His hands then move up to your shoulders, then down to your wrists, helping guide your form and placement on the ball. While you were learning from him, it was hard to focus with him this close to you. “Y/N-chi, you can focus on me later. You should focus on your shot for now.” He says lowly, teasingly, watching carefully as your face erupts into red. He really did love teasing you, the usually calm, collected, confident top student.

Admittedly, you feel like you got back at him when you watch him try the crane game (the ones filled with stuffed animals) and he couldn’t get it after 7 tries. The frustration was clear in his face, his impatience rising.

“This game is rigged, I know it!”

You ask to try and of course he complies. However, he’s not ready for you to get a cute little stuffed panda on your first try. Suddenly, he’s a lot more embarrassed than you were earlier.

“You definitely used magic or something.” His pout is both adorable and hilarious to you.

You laugh as you hand him the panda. “Here!”

Looking down at the panda and then looking back up at you, he asks, “for me? But you won it!”

“But I want you to have it. It’s cute like you, Kise-kun.”

A huge smile crosses his face as he pulls you into a hug, spinning you around. “Y/n-chi!!!! You’re so generous!! Giving me your stuffed panda~ I’ll take good care of it.”

You have a nice laugh as you watch Kise end the night out by playing Dance Dance Revolution, not afraid to be a bit flamboyant as he goes all out with the footwork and does really well at the game.

After collecting all your tickets, Kise takes you up to the rewards table, telling you that he knows exactly what he wants to get.

“And we have enough tickets for it! Great.”

You can’t help but smile when Kise points to the GIANT stuffed panda hanging on the wall.

“I thought you weren’t the type to return favors,” you recall what he said during a game with Seirin from a long while back.

He blushes, thinking about what he said. “I’m not, just one upping you,” he jokes, sticking his tongue out at you, letting you nudge him in return.

“Do you wanna get food, Y/N-chi?” He asks, his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“Sure, from where?”

“You decide. I decided on the arcade, you can decide dinner.” He looks at you with a smile, thinking back on how fun the whole night had been. “But I get to decide dinner next time.”

“Next time?” You shoot back, eyebrows raised, a smile forming on your face. “Who said I’d go out with you a next time?”

At your comment, his smile falters as he stares at you for a good second. He gets all serious suddenly, pulling you close (with a giant panda pressed into your side) and making you look into his eyes. “Y/N-chi, would you please go out with me again? Tell me you will!”

Giggling, you smile up at him. “Of course, Kise-kun.”

He sighs out and hums in approval, before pressing a small kiss onto your cheek. “Call me Ryouta.”

~~

Ahhh I hope you enjoyed it! I tried to incorporate as many elements as I could! Please do let me know what you think <3 this was so fun!!!!

[wolferals]

🌹HIGHSCHOOL SWEETHEARTS🌹

arón piper preference

*

*

-it was your first day of senior year at the new school

-your mom and dad made you move to spain by the beginning of august and its was september when you first set a foot into your new hell

-of course your alarm didnt go off and you were almost late

-you were wearing black jeans with a red tight shirt and a flannel on top

-your hair was up in a messy bun that still looked kinda stylish

-when you walked through the strange looking hallway you got more and more nervous

-what if they would be mean?

-what if they dont speak english?

-what if they hate me because im new?

-you worried a lot

-but you had no choice but to enter the classroom with the number 121

-since it wasnt 9 yet there werent many people and no one even noticed you walking in

-you sat down on a free chair in the back and put your backpack on the floor

-then you started observing

-the girls looked alright, they didn’t look like people that would treat you like shit

-there were two boys laughing and talking in spanish pretty loudly

-and there was this one guy sitting in the opposite corner, hood over his head and his phone in his hands

-from the way he was sitting he seemed bored, maybe tired?

-you could only see a bit of his face though he looked kind of sad

-but maybe he was just tired because it was the first day after summer and all

-after everyone had sat down a very tall woman came in and put her name onto the board

-she looked strict

-then she started talking in spanish and you knew you were fucked

-this was supposed to be english class but they were still speaking spanish

-so you leaned back and looked around and kind of ignored the teacher

-you didn’t understand anyway

-until you heard your name

-„y/n trabaja con arón, no?“

-you raised your hand and spoke:“sorry i don’t understand, what about me?“

-the teacher smiled and answered:“oh right you‘re the new girl. I just said that you will be working with Arón.“

-„work on what?“ you asked confused

-she came up to you and then explained:“We do this every year that the students team up and do a project together. This years topic is „drama“, you could either talk about a dramatic book or movie in general or become creative.“

-you nodded at her and eventually looked around to figure out who this arón is

-„when��s the project due?“

-she walked back to the front and said:“You got a month“ in a harsh tone suddenly

-after the first 4 classes you were sitting outside looking through the english text book when someone stepped into your view

-you looked up

-„hola.“ the guy with the hood from before stood there

-„hey.“ you answered and he looked around while putting both his hands in his pockets

-„im arón.“ he then said

-you looked at him and replied:“Okay?“

-„yes.“ arón said back

-„ohhh right! Project partner!“

-he nodded and then asked:“Do you want to start today?“

-you nodded as well and answered:“sure, at your place?“

-aron agreed and then gave you his number so you could text about it again

-its been 3 weeks of you two working on the project when you finally had the courage to ask him

-„why do i never see you talking to anyone in our class?“

-he seemed alone all the time

-and you were a little concerned because from what you‘ve seen he‘s a really nice guy with a huge heart

-he was a little shy but could be hilarious and charming occasionally

-you guys were sitting on his desk just finishing some posters

-„i think its because the other boys are better?“

-he looked sad again

-„what why?“ you asked seriously not understanding his statement

-he leaned back, scratched the back of his head and replied:“i dont know, they just dont like me. Im not really attractive i think.“

-you were seriously mad at him now

-why would he think that?

-i mean you werent ready to date him after knowing him for only 3 weeks but you could imagine it after some time

-„you dont think you‘re attractive?“ you asked looking deep into his chocolate eyes, trying to understand what he was thinking

-„no.“ he simply spoke and put on a fake smile

-„oh no, arón.“

-without waiting for a response you hugged him as tight as you could

-it took him a bit to hug back but then he grabbed onto your waist

-„dont say that, ever! You‘re a great guy!“

-he laughed quietly and let go of you again

-„i swear, you‘re cute! And you‘re the only person who was nice enough to talk to me. Well.. you kind of had to because of the project but its been 3 weeks and no one except you showed any interest in me.“

-arón smiled at you and pulled up his sleeves. „you‘re really nice. i like you.“

-„i like you too cabrón.“

-he laughed, showing the gap inbetween his front teeth

-„you learned a spanish word!“ he clapped a little

-„thank you.“ you laughed too and then said „gracias guapo.“

-he grinned and then asked:“do you know what you just said?“

-„no.“ you smiled and leaned back

-aron leaned forward and whispered:“you just called me hot“

-you shrugged your shoulders and just answered:“well.“

-another couple of weeks later you and aron got really close and you spent almost every minute together

-in your breaks he taught you spanish, which you slightly failed but it made him laugh hearing you mispronounce words

-and it made you happy seeing this cute boy laugh

-after class you guys hung out

-either watched a movie, spent some more time with spanish, walking through Luarca or playing video games

-you felt like now you guys were on a level where arón was fully comfortable around you

-he told you about the problems with his parents and then he told you the story why no one talked to him in class

-„it was 2 years ago.“ he spoke taking deep breaths every now and then

-you were sitting in front of him looking at his face while he was telling you the story

-„i was with this girl, her name‘s Ana (sorry if thats your name). I did everything to make her happy but it was never enough. She cheated on me with this soccer player and told everyone that i cheated on her. No one believed her because someone saw her kiss this boy.

But then one day she came to school with scars and black spots and when the teacher asked what happened she said i hit her, which is not true! She cried in front of everyone so they believed her. I was suspended and now everyone in school now thinks im aggressive.“

-he had started crying a little while telling you the story

-„arón no!“ you took him in your arms and gave him a kiss on his soft curls

-„i believe you! You wouldnt hit anyone.“

-aron hugged you tightly and rubbed your back softly

-„te quiero“ he then told you but since your spanish was still bad you didnt know what it meant and just kind of ignored his statement

-the next day in class you told aron to talk to one of his ex best friends and first he didnt want to but you kind of forced him

-when he walked up to him and sat down you could hear this guy getting loud right away

-aron talked to him for a while, more like discussing

-he this guy hit him in the jaw and aron stumbled backwards

-„hijo de puta!“ you heard aron yell at the guy but unfortunately the teacher was right behind him

-„Arón Piper. Oficina del director. Ahora.“

-he gave you a quick glance, grabbed his back and then left the classroom looking hella mad

-„he didnt do anything! He hit him.“ you then basically yelled at the teacher

-„y/n please sit down.“ she spoke and pointed at your seat

-„no its fucking unfair how aron is being treated here. Dont you see how painful it must be to be hated because of a misunderstanding?“

-the teacher had lightly grabbed your arm to calm you down

-„y/n, please.“

-a girl then stood up and said:“arón is an asshole and a loser. Also why do you hang out with him? Like, you could have better.“ she looked at a certain guy in the front row

-you couldnt believe it

-„god you guys suck so bad! Ive known aron for only a month now and i already know that he‘s a better person than you all together! You know why? Because he‘s a real human fucking being. He is nice, caring and sweet and doesnt judge anyone by their looks, whats wrong with you people?“

-„y/n enough! Principals office!“ your teacher yelled back at you making you stomp out full of anger

-at the principals office you found out that aron only got told to be nicer to them

-„what happened to you?“ he asked coming your way in the hallway

-but you were too mad to talk so you walked a little faster

-and grabbed his head

-you kissed him rather roughly in the middle of the hallway

-he was surprised but kissed you back and put his hands on your waist

-your kiss was rough yet passionate and sweet

-you felt like he let it all out

-all thats ever made him upset

-and you just wanted his kisses

-he was the perfect guy for you

-no matter how he saw himself

-he was good looking, smart, talented, sweet and the best spanish teacher you‘d ever imagined

-„arón piper! Y/n y/l/n, you can come back here right away.“

-you pulled away

-the principal was standing in the door staring at both of you

-„puta.“ you whispered, then smiled at him and grabbed his hand to pull him to the principals office

-„here we go again.“

[darkagcs]

💀  * [ benjamin wadsworth + cismale + he/him ] —— have you met oliver garcia-moreau? they are a twenty-two year old junior currently studying history. they live on decker house, and word around campus is that this gemini is adaptable + intelligent, as well as neurotic + insincere. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive. switching languages mid-conversation. piles of half-read books. cigarettes held between trembling fingers.

well this took fucking forever but HEY GUYS!!!!! admin dana here to with her idiot genius child, oliver.

𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

(tw: somewhat detailed emotional abuse, brief reference to physical abuse)

if you ask oliver where he’s from, he’ll basically short-circuit. born in serbia (in the good ol’ days of FR yugoslavia) to a mexican-french couple, and with a childhood spent moving all around the world thanks to his mom’s job as a diplomat, he doesn’t really have much sense of cultural identity.

on paper, being a diplobrat was pretty cool; by the time oliver hit puberty he was fluent in four languages, proficient in a couple more, and had already seen more of the world than most people do in a lifetime. not only that, but he lived only in the nicest houses, got the best education and was driven around in fancy cars, all expenses covered.

still, there were some downsides. some are obvious, like having to say goodbye to your friends and basically restarting your life every three years. others most people don’t think about, like how stressful it can be for a seven-year-old to attend political events where he’s required to behave perfectly or face the consequences.

no matter how many times his mother harshly told him to just suck it up and power through, oliver always panicked before attending any event of that sort, both because of how overwhelming being around so many people could be but also out of fear he’d screw up and make his mother angry — which he always found a way to do. still, with time (and his mother’s scoldings and slaps and pinches) he learned: he was not to speak his mind; when asked how he was doing, he was supposed to lie and say he was doing great, sir, thank you. he was to speak only when spoken to, and his interests — especially the most eccentric ones — were to be kept to himself.

as time went by, he mastered the art of socialising. he learned how to read any room, to charm anyone, to talk his way out of anything. he learned what people wanted to hear and how to say it. but most importantly, he learned how to hide his real self. he crafted a mask of perfection, presenting himself as the princely, polite young man his mother demanded he’d be — but still not one good enough to satisfy her. 

she controlled every aspect of his life. if she didn’t like a friend he’d made, she’d forbid him from seeing them again. if she didn’t like a book he was reading, she’d make a show of tearing it to shreds. if he didn’t behave as immaculately as she wanted him to, she’d lock him in his room without dinner. but she always justified her own behavior. “you must learn how important image is,” she’d tell him. he’s still trying to unlearn these teachings.

for years his life was nothing but this cycle; moving to a new country, creating a new persona to match it, making some friends, saying goodbye, rinse and repeat. it was both tedious and exciting, and oliver hated it even if he’s grateful for so much of it.

he’d only been to the united states a couple of times before he decided to go to college there. there was something about america that just seemed normal. he applied to holloway on a whim; getting into college really isn’t that hard when you’re a rich polyglot with recommendation letters from world leaders. what is hard, as it turns out, is living life on your own when you’ve never had to do anything for yourself, and never got to decide what your next move is going to be. not only that, but being on his own has made him realise he doesn’t really have any idea who he is or what he wants.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

always proper and polite.

very persuasive, especially when it comes to authority figures.

great at reading people but only as long as he’s not emotionally involved, at which point he overthinks every little thing and is unable to get a clear image of what’s going on.

comes across as confident, but is insanely insecure with major imposter syndrome.

can come across as a pretentious asshole, not realising how privileged he is and far removed from most people’s reality his life has been.

at his core, a big nerd who’s incredibly passionate about his interests (especially history) but only lets that side of himself show with select few people.

king of overthinking. his thoughts’ thoughts have thoughts.

desperate for a purpose and/or direction. wants to make life count for something. feels completely lost and has no clue at all about what to do with his life.

acts like an extrovert because he’s been conditioned to do so, but is really more of an introvert and rarely shares his real feelings so he’s like an open book where 80% of the words have been censored out and another 10% is in a dead language.

actually pretty easy to get into his bed, though his princely vibe might make it seem otherwise. desperately craves human connection/doesn’t get attached easily/is afraid of commitment so really he’s more than fine with casual sex (though he’s the type to make them both coffee the morning after or leave a note for the other person instead of just leaving without a word).

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎

(tw: illness?) partially deaf on right year from a bad case of meningitis when he was 13 that also left him with a slight limp. he absolutely hates it, despite it being nearly imperceptible.

learned spanish and french simultaneously while growing up, but feels more comfortable with spanish than any other language and usually speaks it when talking to himself. if he’s around other spanish or french speakers he might switch language for a few words in the middle of the sentence.

so much anxiety!!!!!!!!!!

really bad insomnia.

straight-A student now that he’s in college and studying something he’s truly passionate about, but was actually not very good in high school and mainly got accepted into holloway because of his background.

so bi it hurts.

mom friend energy. if he’s truly your friend, he’ll make sure you’re doing okay and taking care of yourself.

has superficial knowledge on an incredible amount of different subjects.

addicted to caffeine.

weed turns him into a conspiracy theorist.

an absolute mess. can’t handle the most basic house chores. won’t remember to do laundry until he’s down to his last shirt, changing the bed sheets takes him hours, can’t even boil water.

fascinated by old stuff and doesn’t care much for technology. barely even uses his phone. has auto caps on and texts like a grandpa in general.

awful driver with an awful-ler sense of direction.

actually not as rich as he sounds?? like he has money, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not like... yacht-owning levels of wealth. his family mostly just led a luxurious life without having to pay anything for it thanks to his mom’s job, so he finds money to be a confusing concept.

have you read the raven cycle? because not to be super embarrassing but a certain dick gansey might give u a sense of what im going for here. (also sprinkle some amy santiago in there)

HERE is here connection page, HERE is his pinterest board and HERE are some stats.

[hoodie-bboi]

in honor of school starting, here are some things i either heard or said last year as a high school freshman. enjoy.

(List compiled by @teawarlord and i)

Freshman Year (2018-2019)

I’m just gonna stick my hands down my shirt.

Kai you’ve got a big dick. (Kai does not have a dick.)

I’m crying from the dick.

Stop fingering everything

Don’t judge the lizard man!

YOURE A PEEN BOY!

Can I borrow your uterus?

Don’t fist the applesauce

No I’m not gonna fist it I’m just gonna punch it

I didn’t choose the gay life the gay life chose me

Is your crotch ok?

My brain is soup

If they have a c*ck like a toddlers forearm…

I’m pregnant with water

I’m not having kids and you can’t make me!

There’s cum on my apple

i’m tearing off the cum

Oh shit the apple cummed on me

Who wants to talk about animal sex?

Daddyyyyy UWU

*to the tune of duck tails* TOE HANDS UWU

eggs. eggs everywhere.

If I see her walk through the door I’m jumping down. (30 ft drop)

When I see (my gf) I’m slapping her ass because I’m mad at her.

Fuck you time, you’re just a concept.

I love communism~

Panda bears are resoundingly NOT in to sex! -Science teacher

If they were any more inbred, they’d be a sandwich.

I don’t want to be shanked by your pop tart!

What if everyone had dicks for fingers?

*walking in to a room* I’m not gay, but 20 bucks is 20 bucks.

Don’t ask questions you don’t know the answer to.

Do we do it in Español or Spanish?

“I wanna go to Maryland” “Why?” “Because fuck Maryland” “But why?” “It’s the land of merry” (or Mary, jesus’ mom, idk)

I don’t wanna eat my limp dick pop-tart :(

Don’t screw ghosts, that’s a sin ;)

Our phrase of the day is Multigenerational Butt Licking

“I didn’t eat today” “That’s bad…” “I know-“ “C O N S U M E”

“I don’t worship Satan because I am Satan” *whips poorly*

I finally found out what my cat has been staring at all these years…

No matter how sexy your music is, you can never lick it.

And not the egg??

You don’t stand when you suck dick, dumbass

I love squating when sucking dick. Just *squats* euaaah

Why are you fucking the sherbet with your spoon?

i stuck my finger in there and he starts doing that

I’d rather you stick your human-sized foot up my veen than my ass.

Soft vore your sandwich.

Can forks… mate?

*bursts into room* WHERES THE MEATLOAF??? *takes two pieces of wooden pretend-meatloaf and runs out*

Grunhilda’s in my pants :(

Where is my penis!?

*into headset* I’m gonna kill Gerald. He’s eating our beans. *Gerald runs out laughing like a little girl*

First he eats my beans, then he throws my table.

Oof. I got a big whiff of beans.

Take off those clout goggle bro, you got no clout.

Bruh :(

What do we call an animal that is active mostly act night?

Insecure (the correct answer is nocturnal)

A ball of fire flew out of her vagina

I got the beats, ya bitch

That damn bastard, peein on my carpet

Do you ever forget to breathe because you’re so tired? (Immediately) Yes.

(About Burt’s Bees) Who the fuck is Burt?

“12-8 is 4” (In a condescending tone) “12-8 is 5.”

Some people think ivory powder is viagra

Do you have any on you? I’m asking for a friend…

What’s a hussy?

Teacher: It’s a… very flirtatious female.

oH, so a hoe!

Teacher: I MEAN YOU’RE NOT WRONG

i don’t dislike students. but i dislike this student very much.…

“Are you depressed?” “Hella”

*carrying a shovel* Do you know of any graveyards nearby?

Bro what’s wrong with AIDS?

What if I slap my vagina?

I’m not gonna slap your vagina.

I am so close to becoming bisexual right now

I GOT CHEESE JUICE ON MY FINGERS

“I DONT LIKE THAT SOUND” “Let me suck the cheese juice off of it”

Did you steal my eyes?

PLEASE DONT STEAL MY KNEECAPS

Do humans eat sharks?

caMELS? Do camels eat sharks?

I’M GONNA DEEPTHROAT THIS KNIFE

nO

Have you guys ever felt how soft Kaia is?!

Bro I gotta find out if he’s gay or bi, because if he’s bi then I have a chance.

(from above the stairs) aw man don’t be slappin me like that

(from below the stairs) I’LL SLAP WHATEVER I WANT TO

(above) yo who the fuck said that

I don’t like turkey

i’ll eat it

It’s not turkey, it’s salami

!!???

you schlorped my cheese

twincest is NOT wincest apparently

STOP DRINKING YOUR RANCH WHAT THE FUCK

JACK FROST NIPPING AT YOUR NOSE? MORE LIKE HE’S SLITTING MY THROAT IN THIS COLD

(about kidney stones) Are those generic by the way? (instead of genetic)

Why are you eating your book?

LEAVE ME ALONE

So not to get political or anything but what the hell is oatmeal?

I love when I call daddy!

“I don’t want glass up my cooter!” “No, coffee.” “THATS EVEN WORSE”

I want to slap someone with my ovaries

Did you eat your last brain cell?

Don’t hurt my neck hole

I don’t care about your egg

Peanut fucker

The Ugly Fuckling

While you’re in this group, don’t get on the roof.

There’s a roof?

During this time, we stay under the building (referring to under the roof).

I will throw my skull at you

Don’t put your eggs in my stomach

the egg juiced

I don’t care what you do, just be quiet… don’t raise hell…

Don’t put your egg in my stomach

IT JUICED (about the egg)

YOU ATE YOUR APPLE SO PRETTY

I’m ten? (through laughter) I’m not legally allowed in my house

We are Dong

All is Dong, Dong is all

dong with a capital D

This monster Dong is a Dong and a half

They’re an abomination of the foot, Debra

I’ve fallen and I can’t giddy up

Why are you eating in the dark on my bed?

I’m sure anyone can fuck a belly button if they have a fetish and a small enough dick

stop molesting her ear

so her tummy was open?

yeah, it was

so now she doesn’t have any bones?

w h a t ?

you need to learn to keep your blood

blood is for drinking, not living

i am bsexudkal

i have no king, im an anarchist

The Council Knows, Kaia. You Will Be Tried For Your Sins.

wake up

I made someone scream with my stick

HOLA I JUST CAME BACK FROM HAWAII

We’re gonna be talking about diseases

Fantastic! i LOVE talking about myself!

i thought i could turn the tables…. but the tables turned me!

on?

i’m turned on by tables

bullets are just gun jizz

GUINNEA BUISSEAU IS JUST GUN JIZZ

i have the bladder of a god

i’m sick, as compensation buy me new shoelaces

if you have a canker sore does that mean you have herpes?

duncan blew a thing

can you get better tea?

(offended) better tEETH?

i get my gender validation from a pokemon game

i bet you my room smells like egg… ass

finals week (and the week before)

please don’t talk about furries -my science teacher

the smiley face is frowning upon us

if you want to tp a tree, you tp it so well the best way to clean it up is to cut it down -also my science teacher

i think i have kidney stones up my nose

when someone tells you to hold your horses they’re telling you to be stable (in the middle of the final)

airport quotes (2018)

it’s like a velociraptor with a gun that shoots… sadness

my vibrator fell out of my bag

here's to a new year of learning and/or doing jack shit. sophomore edition coming next year. :)

[tjovalboy]

lmao the first one was so good so im sending another jsjsjs cyrus helping tj come out to his parents and tj raps it and cyrus is like ?? I didnt expect you to do it that way but alright

There was a lot Cyrus didn’t know about TJ.

He never mentioned his older sister in high school, his extensive vinyl collection, and his job at a children’s gym until far into their friendship, making it seem to Cyrus like he hid things. It was secretive, like he had this whole world buzzing inside him that Cyrus couldn’t get into.

The biggest problem came when he took action. He had ideas, bad ones, that Cyrus couldn’t predict until it was too late. His poker face was solid.

However, on Saturday night, he fidgeted in fear.

They sat on the edge of TJ’s bed, Cyrus rubbing his back comfortingly.

“Breathe. Everything is going to work out fine,” he assured him.

TJ’s eyes were locked outside his window. “You can’t possibly know that.”

“Well, you don’t know it’ll be bad, either,” Cyrus argued, shifting closer.

He remained silent, lost in thought.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

Cyrus bit his tongue so he didn’t scream at him and decided to change the subject.  “So you remember the plan we talked about?”

He nodded simply, and Cyrus stared at him until he recited it back. “We walk downstairs and ask them to pause their movie. I say ‘Mom and Dad, I have something important I want to tell you.’ to get their attention politely. Then, I just come out to them using words from my heart.”

“Right!”

Cyrus was fidgety, himself. How would TJ’s mom and dad react? Would they be okay with their son, the student athlete since diapers wanting to marry a boy? All Cyrus could do was help him learn the social cues of an emotional, serious conversation and hope to goes well. He gripped TJ’s arm, forcing him to look up.

“And you’re sure they’re watching some stupid comedy movie down there they wouldn’t mind you interrupting?”

TJ chuckled, laying a hand on his shoulder.

“Yes, Cyrus, they are. Trust me, okay. I’ve practiced for hours today, and I’m not gonna mess up any part of the plan, let alone the most obvious.”

Cyrus nodded and steadied his breath, trusting him for the first time in a while. Of course he knew what he was doing, he convinced himself. He’s coming out to his parents and he was always one to get the results he wanted.

“You ready to go?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

He tiptoed down the dark, wooden stairwell behind TJ, careful not to misstep and fall. Nearing the doorway to the living room, an indiscernible conversation played out between characters as soft lights flashed from the screen. Adam Sandler, he expected.

However when the screen emerged into full view, all the breath left Cyrus’s lungs.

Fucking Schindler’s List

Before he could yank the dumbass back up to the second story, the room lit up and the screen went black. His heart broke for TJ’s mother and father, curled up together on the couch, their faces wet with Liam Neeson induced tears, while TJ stood chest puffed out in front of them ready to take more of the touching moment and crumble it under his socks.

But the biggest shard to the rib was Jefferson Middle School offering Beginning Spanish as an elective that year.

“Madre, ‘Fadre’, I have something important I want to tell you.”

He imagined TJ chucking the script they wrote together in the garbage can.

“Honey, what is it?” his mother asked through her sniffles.

Cyrus’s heart hammered in his chest and he felt himself go dizzy thinking about what the next words coming out of his mouth would be. There was too much freedom in the plan; too much wiggle room for TJ to do something stupid. His parents were frozen, waiting expectantly.

Then, TJ took a breath.

It was a small and insignificant, but Cyrus recognized it. He had the same small inhale and exhale, along with the somber look in his eyes, months prior when he and Cyrus were starting to get close. It was one of the first of many unexpected talents he revealed to him.

And now, he was going to come out to his parents that way, and there was nothing Cyrus could do to stop him.

“Kaitlyn, Jenny, Clarissa, and Jane;

All the girls you used to tease me ‘bout like Lois Lane.

Had them whip-smart, pretty faces, home after school.

Now they dating round Jefferson with boo boo the fools.

I never really subscribed, never kept up with the drama,

But I’ve been hecka hearin’ Jenny’s hecka grounded by her mama.

Kaitlin’s in some trouble, Lester says she been suspended.

And Jane and Clary both got B.F.’s driving with no license.

Nothing ‘gainst the straight girls but I know that things be different

If I’d gone to dating them, my life would turn rebellious.

Yeah, they dummy influences, but that’s really not the point.

The problem is they female, and girls just not my type.”

TJ’s parents only gave each other warm smiles, still curled up between blankets on the couch.

“Lookit, Mom and Dad,

I’m gay and ‘aint no synonym

For the gritty love I got for you from L.A., York, and Texas, even

Cheering hard at soccer games

B-ball, football, frisbee winning

Got my C-plus on the fridge before I saw the grade, myself, last season.

I’m reaching for the boys living in all of little Shady County.

Cy and I are swinging crazy, but not the way you’re thinking, really.

I know it won’t be peasy,

But it’s dudes that make me cheesy,

And I know my folks believe me,

Cause they wake up every morning loving me like all the world is easy.”

TJ regained his breath and sighed in relief, baffled at himself. Cyrus watched as Mr. and Mrs. Kippen, looking nothing but proud, ran over to their son to hold him tightly at the same time, his arms locked down by theirs.

It appeared that there was no one method to do it, after all. Cyrus laughed to himself, thinking about the absurdity of his precious plan. TJ was one of a kind, and when there was no stopping him, it was probably best anyway that he let him do his own thing.

When TJ finally broke free, he jogged over to Cyrus and, surprisingly, hugged him, too. As he let go, he hoped he didn’t see his cheeks go red.

“Sorry, I made a few minor adjustments. I hope that wasn’t too weird or unpredictable for you.”

Cyrus laughed, because it totally was. “It was perfect.”

[iamanartichoke]

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Karate Kid, St. Elmo's Fire, Dangerous Liaisons and Dead Poet's Society!!

ferris bueller’s day off: what’s your guilty pleasure? Chocolate tbh, I feel guilty every time I eat it, but it’s so good :( 

the karate kid: when did you last have to work really hard to achieve something you’re proud of? Im not sure if this is a cop-out answer or not, since it has no bearing on my actual life, but I worked really hard to finish Sanctuary and I’m proud of that. When I first started writing it, I didn’t particularly think that I would finish it, because I tend to have a lot of fleeting hyperfixations (see: video editing, coloring apps, Loki’s New Clothes series, etc) and I didn’t know if fanfic would end up being another thing that I was really into for awhile and then not into at all. But, it didn’t turn out that way, and I committed to finishing it, and worked hard to do so. So, yes. 

st. elmo’s fire: what’s one piece advice you would give to someone two years younger than yourself? I don’t know, I think considering the age I am now (35), two years younger is a negligible age difference, in that I don’t think there’s anything I can tell a 33 year old that they haven’t figured out already on their own. They probably know more than I do, as a matter of fact, because I’m kind of a train wreck. I guess I would say, once you hit 35, be prepared for well-meaning older people (read: older co-workers, some family members, etc) to start hinting around about the importance of yearly mammograms and questioning if you’re really sure you don’t want to have kids (if you don’t already have any) because soon it’ll be too late, dear. Maybe have some prepared automatic responses in the back of your mind, I don’t know. 

dangerous liaisons: which language would you most like to learn? Spanish, because for one thing it’s a pretty language, but for practical reasons also (I have come across jobs where I met every qualification except being Spanish-speaking bilingual, which matters a lot in my area). My skill level is about “could pass Spanish 101 in 9th grade, if I had to,” but that doesn’t get me very far in the real world. 

dead poet’s society: the last time you made a decision that everyone around you told you not to make, how did it work out? Hmm, I don’t know! I suppose the last major decision I made was when I stopped teaching high-school full time, and people told me I shouldn’t because it was a reliable, salaried, full-time job and those are hard to come by. I would say that it didn’t work out very well for me, because I haven’t been able to find such a reliable paying job since and it’s had negative financial ramifications on my life - but, that said, I don’t regret that I quit teaching one bit. Teaching on the K-12 level is such a high-pressure, stressful job and you really have to be a certain kind of person to enjoy it. You have to care about the students more than you care about the low pay and more than you care about all of the administrative and political bullshit. I was never passionate about teaching, I didn’t like doing it, and it was exacerbating my social anxiety and depression to the point where it was unsustainable.  I taught for three years and I wouldn’t have survived another year - so, yeah, I don’t regret quitting but I can admit it wasn’t the greatest decision I ever made in my life, if that makes sense. 

Thank you for the ask! 

European City Asks or 80s Movie Asks. 

[princetomas]

- ̗̀✰ •【 ARMIE HAMMER / CISMALE / 30 】announcing the arrival of his royal highness, ( TOMAS DAIMEN ), the ( CROWN PRINCE ) of ( SPAIN ). I’ve heard that he is ( OVERLY PROTECTIVE ) & ( INSECURE ) but can also be ( PATIENT ) & ( LOVING ). ( TOMAS ) is arranged to marry ( ROCHELLE ROWE ). Rumor has it ( HE SUFFERS FROM PANIC ATTACKS AND IS SCARED HE CANNOT BE THE STABLE LEADER HIS COUNTRY NEEDS ). We hope you enjoy your stay at London!【 OOC: riley, 19, est, she/her 】

wassup everyone its riley w her second muse how did this happen. anyway get ready for a whole lotta protective mama bear here w tommy! as usual a (shorter, but still) long intro under the cut !!! ( tw: anxiety. )

BACKSTORY !

tomás mattéo daimen was the firstborn son of the king and queen of spain. from a young age, he realized what this meant, what responsibility he was meant to bear. he was never particularly excited to rule, but he never shied away from the challenge either.

he was raised as royals did: was tutored until he was old enough to go to boarding school, then oxford to study politics, philosophy and economics, then back to spain to work under his father, following his footsteps.

he had a great relationship with his parents: tommy was ever-curious about the inner workings of politics and social relations, but more importantly, he wanted to learn the ropes so he could feel prepared for when his time would come.

he was always well-liked by his peers and by other royals. he was always polite, very charming, and knew how to strike conversation no matter the country or person. to put it short, his parents and tutored raised him well to become their leader some day.

he absolutely adores his siblings; because his parents were often away for one conference or another, he often had to ‘take care’ of his siblings growing up. he has a great relationship with them, and is always on the lookout for them, always putting them and their interests before himself and his own. 

he takes his role as the crown prince seriously, wanting to be both pragmatic but also personable. he often made visits to local communities, partnered with national and international nonprofits, and was always, always smiling. the people of spain adore him, and the question of his future partner has always been a hot topic.

tommy believes that the summit is important, that history has set a precedent for what works and what doesn’t, and most of all, he wants to make his parents and his country proud -- his hesitation comes from the fact that he is scared his siblings will not find true love. as for him, he knows his duties.

as for his secret, he had always kind of repressed the pressure of leading a country until one point, when he was sixteen, he snapped. the emotions that he had chose to ignore had all piled up and overwhelmed him at once. he hasn’t exactly worked on this yet, for he was never brave enough to tell his parents what was feeling -- in fact, in the back of his head, he just kind of assumed it was a normal pressure, and maybe he was just below-average at dealing with these kinds of stressors. he experiences panic attacks f

in addition, although he generally deals with pressure eventually, he has put a lot of pressure on himself: to be a perfect son, a perfect crown prince, a perfect student, a perfect brother, and now a perfect husband. in his idealistic mind, he’d love to meet and fall in love with his betrothed, and he will certainly try to make her -- along with his siblings and their betrothals. 

PERSONALITY !

tommy, simply put, has a heart of gold. he wants everyone he meets to succeed, wants everyone to be happy. he sees the best in people, and is probably overly-optimistic about people he meets. that said, because he is used to people being real to him, he may not see through pessimism or sarcasm. 

he is incredibly protective of the people he loves. he’ll bring the gloves out. for sure.

he is emotional, sensitive, but can’t really control his emotions sometimes. if he gets too angry or sad, he will probably excuse himself from a room to let out his emotions by like, crying into a pillow or something or taking a long shower.

wasn’t really the clubbing or partying type, but rather the bar-and-conversation type. he frequented bars in university, but never really let himself lose control. he liked to joke around, play pool, but never did he indulge himself in anything harder than a cigarette or a joint. he says it’s because he prefers to be able to actually meet people and talk to them.

TIDBITS !

he wants not only to be a ruler of the people, but to be equal with his betrothed. f me up i just watched him play marty ginsburg for crying out loud. he has seen how his parents have worked so seamlessly together, never missing a beat by keeping each other in the loop of everything, and dreams of having a similar life.

probably wants a lot of kids just because he loves all of his siblings, and wants to see his own children love and protect each other.

he is pretty smart, always doing well in school -- another added pressure he put upon himself. he’s well-read, and loves to learn.

was a rower in high school and in college. he liked it because it was one of the one times he could really clear his head and focus on something other than his political and familial pressures.

is learning how to play the piano: since rowing isn’t exactly super practical or accessible, tommy feels he needs to focus his energy into something creative where he can just let his mind run free for thirty minutes a day. he isn’t the next mozart by any means, but he’s pretty decent.

POTENTIAL PLOTS !

best friends; someone who he’s probably known for a while, maybe one of the only people who knows of his anxiety and his panic attacks. they probably know exactly how to calm him down, how to cheer him up, etc. tommy is extremely protective of them.

childhood friends; people who tommy is also very protective of, bc all royals surely met at some point growing up. they’ve kept in touch over the years and they may be considered ‘extended siblings’ of tommy’s fam :’)

university friends: people who are +/- 3 years of 30 years old who also attended oxford at the same time tommy did. they probably bonded over the fact that they were royals, maybe frequented bars together and did other crazy shenanigans. { bonus: they dated or hooked up dot dot dot }

exes: he’s a romantic, but always knew the eventual duty that he had to his family and his country. i’m sure that there was one point where he tried to fall in love with someone royal, someone who his parents would accept as his spouse, and maybe they did find love. it could likely have been tommy’s anxiety and panic attacks, his fear that he wasn’t good enough for them, that lead to their breakup. they could be on weird terms, good terms, bad terms, literally anything ok. additionally, if they dated for a while / were public, the spanish people probably really rooted for their relationship.

‘bad influence’: in the most wholesome way possible lmao. someone who drags tommy out for an adventure sometimes, to get him to let loose. 

ANYTHING LITERALLY certified #plot #ho™ so just hmu on im or discord OR LIKE THIS POST AND I’LL COME TO YOU, i live for angst mkay thanks for coming to my ted talk

[theborealyoako]

Personal College Journal: Week 1

August 17th, 2018 Alright folks, here’s a little experiment i will be conducting for the next couple.. years, i hope. We just had our first week at the languages division, not gonna lie, it was pretty fun. I had already made a couple friends during the inducting courses we had the week prior, and now i made a couple more, i hope i get to stick around with these people for quite some time. the schedule is probably my least favorite part about it. We have to enter every day except for tuesdays at 6 am, which means having to wake up at the very least at 5 am. Because of this, i had to start going to bed earlier, so will be turning everything off by 11 pm, which also means less time available to draw, hurray. The thing that scares me the most is that we haven’t had assignments yet and im already feeling worn out at the end of each day. I get home and almost every time i’ve fallen asleep just by laying down in my bed for a bit. The classes are interesting enough to have most of my attention, despite each of them lasting 2 hours minimum. We have three language courses during the semester: English, French and Italian, and since i already have a certification in English (that is kinda old now and jesus where the fuck is that stupid paper) and i’ve taken french courses before, i get to skip both of those, meaning i really only have to worry about italian. Italian classes have been fun so far, learning a new language always makes me feel directly more powerful, which is why i find it so fun. Im still going to work on my english and french skills outside the degree, there’s this website called Future Learn that the english teacher told the more experienced students to use if we were thinking about skipping that class, and i will also be re-entering the french course i’ve been taking. As for the other classes, well, they seem simple enough, I hope im not wrong in that. we have a course on human rights,culture and environment? the teacher said they were once three subjects that got fused into one, and that kinda worries me, i fear that this subject will get cluttered with content. We have spanish class, obviamente, where i guess we’ll be studying about different types of documents? not too sure about that. there’s a technology class, which is basically how to use microsoft office 101 plus some social media, that seems to be the more relaxed subject of the bunch. Finally, we have a class on written and oral communication, which is the reason why im starting to write this journal. We had a lecture today (friday) about how the system teaches and encourages the students to read and memorize, but not to write their own minds, and that really hit home with me, since i’ve always wanted to start writting my own thoughts but never had the guts to start anything at all. I think that is probably the most important reason on why i chose the degree i chose; developing the skill to write is something that i’ve always wanted to do, and forcing myself to write with courses like this seemed like the most optimal route to take, wether or not it actually does me any favors i am yet to see, but hey, it gave me the courage to write this so, thats a good start. Signed: Yoako

[nailedit-bujo]

hey!! first of all i want to say that your blog is so beautiful!!! ...well now i have some questions that i think u could help me with..... the thing is that me and my sister, we both want to study and live in china, we recently started Chinese clases and we are both fluent in English (spanish is our mother tounge) the thing is that shes 15 and im 19, so we are not very sure if its possible? can u help us telling me your story?? thank u so much!!! 💕

Thank-you so much for the compliment, so nice to hear that you like my blog!  🙈 ❤️

I totally believe you and your sister could apply to study abroad at a university in China! People can apply until age 30 for the scholarship I applied for, but I think your sister might have to wait a couple years till she can start (at least graduating from high school; my friend came to China on this scholarship when she was 17) applying for the scholarship! 

I made a post about what my scholarship exactly entails and included the link you need to start applying for the scholarship on there, so please feel free to check it out after too!

My Story (Extended Edition):

I applied when I was 19, and waiting for the results was so hard! They sent the news late into the summer, maybe late July(?), so until then I had no idea what I would be doing in the fall. It was a bit scary when I found out, almost bittersweet! I knew I would be delving into a completely new world and culture, and leaving my friends and family behind for a little while. But the good far outweighed the scariness of the new experience for me, so before long I was studying at Nanjing Normal University to ensure that my Chinese skill level could get me through a whole degree!  My post about my scholarship and how I went about applying for it! - here

That first year of language training was also covered by my scholarship, and while I wouldn’t be staying in Nanjing for my degree, I loved that city very much. NNU’s campus used to be a garden of a very rich man, and there were beautiful ponds and trees all around campus, with the ‘traditional’ Chinese architecture I had come to imagine would only remain at places like the Imperial Palace. Around the school was so convenient as well, life in general in China can be so much more convenient than life back home. That first year they gave us oral Chinese, grammar and vocabulary class, as well as a listening class. As was required by my scholarship, I had to pass HSK 4 that year, or pay for an additional year of Chinese language learning. I ended up taking, and passing, HSK 5 in March of that year, so I had a couple months to spare, and a great mark in a test of a higher level. End of the year came, and I sent all of my things via delivery to someone I knew in the city where I currently live and went home to Canada for the summer.

A new year, a new University, a new city, a new everything. So then came the time when I had to actually begin studying for my major. This was even scarier than my first year was because my classes would be with Chinese students and no other foreigners. Some of my classmates from Nanjing got to stay in foreigner-only courses their first year as a sort of transition year, but not me! I was so worried my Chinese wasn’t going to be good enough, and to be honest, sometimes even now my Chinese isn’t good enough and this is my 3rd year in China. But you start to pick up on the language so quickly, and you learn what you need to get through every day. Guess what! I passed all of my courses, and even got top marks in a couple of my classes!

Year two has seen nothing new. In my university, students are together for all 4 years, so I have all the same classmates which is nice because I’m pretty self-conscious about my Chinese haha; I’ve settled in with a classmate named Yingjie, he and I are good friends and we sit together nearly every day. Sometimes people outside of my class stare and point at me, I’ve had people on campus take pictures of me without asking, but you learn to deal with it, sometimes it’s flattering and sometimes it just seems rude. 

Overall, despite the overwhelming homesickness I sometimes feel for my old life, I’m glad I’ve come here, and typing out this for you has made me realize how grateful I am for the opportunity of studying abroad in China. So thank-you, Anon. ❤️

My Chinese Blogs + Wordlists - here

[youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal]

Hey Love, I saw you posted a :( again 😞 So just gonna tell your an Amazing, Sweet, and Wonderful Person and I love talking to you. Also btw your like one of the smartest people ever (like seriously) and I hope your week gets better soon💕 Also to distract you 1, 12, 13, 24, 37, 48, and 50

Thank you so much 😭💖 Every time I see you in my notifications I smile. Thank you for your kind words, for your support, for everything.

I’m okay now, by the way. My parents and I just have very differing political views, and they were talking about something earlier that just really hit me in the heart and hurt me. But I’m okay now💖

OKAY SO. ONTO THE QUESTIONS!

1. First things first, did you have a good year?Parts of it!Let’s start with the good:•Saw my two very favorite bands live!•Joined the Choices fandom!•Joined the Tangled fandom!•A BUNCH OF MY FAVORITE BOOKTUBERS WERE A PART OF A NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING ANTHOLOGY AND IM STILL SO PROUD!!!•Made some amazing friendships that I’m so grateful for.•Started an amazing job at my school that’s helped me break out of my shell! Last year if you’d told me I’d be talking to hundreds of students each day, I would’ve laughed at you or passed out.😂•I’ve gained a (mostly) super amazing work family. I’m so thankful for (most of) them. •I’m also really proud of how far I’ve gotten in Spanish! A year ago if you told me it would be my favorite class and that I’d be planning my semester around it and that I was minoring in it, I would’ve told you you were nuts. But now, it’s the class I most look forward to and has my very favorite teacher. •To build on that Spanish bullet, I have the very best teacher who’s so supportive and amazing and I’m just??? So glad that she’s in my life??? She’s truly amazing and gives me so much confidence in my ability to speak the language. It really is because of her that I’ve begun to love the language even more than ever before. Aaaand now the bad:•The whole world turning to shit!•Lost a few friendships I wasn’t expecting to lose, but I’ve made better friends.

Im sure there’s more I could add to each list, but the goods seem to outweigh the bads ^.^

12. What was your favorite movie of the year?Not gonna lie, I haven’t really seen a new movie since last year… there isn’t a movie theater nearby + even if there was I barely have any time with school, and dvds are so expensive, I don’t really watch many recent movies 😂 I’m pretty sure the only non-tv movie I watched this year was Beauty and the Beast, so I guess it’s automatically that one?😂

13. Did an actor/actress catch your attention for the first time this year?Not really 😬 Like I said before, school keeps me super busy and I barely have time to keep up with the fandoms I’m in😂

24. Did you get a pet?Kind of??? So there are these stray cats that have been around my family’s house since last year, but recently we decided to bring them in at night so they wouldn’t get cold with the weather, and now they pretty much stay inside 😂😂😂

37. If you could have a do over on one thing you did, would you take it?Probably. I’m not sure what that thing would be, but probably.

48. If you could go on an adventure during the remaining days of the year, where would you go and what would you do? Who would you go with?That is a very good question. Tbh if money wasn’t an issue, I’d probably fly out to spend time with my friend Sydney who lives in Hawaii, or my friend Zineb who lives in Morocco, and have them show me around! And, obviously, I’d go with them😂

50. What do you wish for yourself?I’m really not sure. That I’ll stay on top of my work like I did this semester. That I continue to nurture the friendships I’ve made this year. That I keep working hard in general. That I try to learn from my mistakes from this year, that I become even more aware of the world around me… That I stay as happy as I can, because I’m tired of spending my life sad.

Thank you thank you thank you thank you!!! You’re so amazing, thank you for being the best follower ever, I love you bunches.

[kensingtcns-blog]

( CHARLIE HUNNAM, MALE, HE/HIM ) —— [ BENJAMIN KENSINGTON ] is a [ THIRTY-FIVE ] year old that has been part of the [ HEATHENS ] for [ FIVE ] years. They have been working as a [ GUARD ]. The people in Boulder say that [ HE ] is [ CUNNING ] but also [ RECKLESS ]. Lets see what this wasteland has in store for them.

*uberhaxornova voice* alright helLO ( watch, no one else knows who that is ) its me, ur new resident trash queen & angst n pain lover, caitlyn. i’m 23 and i live in cst so like ?? yeah hi hello how are ya’ll ?? this is my baby benjamin that’s actually ?? a hot ass mess lmao ?? under this is a basic af bullet point bio, personality traits n stats & the three headcanons!! i’m so ridiculously excited to be here as well so that made my rambling worse ?? just like it is right now jfc okay i’ll stop. anywHO i’ve got a basic af list of wanted connections for him right HERE & i'll be working on making an actual bio for him over the next few days!! if you wanna plot w this hot ass mess, just like this or hop into my IMs bc i cannot wait to plot with all ya’ll!!

( TW: mentions of death, cancer, alcohol & weapons. )

BIOGRAPHY

was born and raised in denver, which means he’s always had a love for colorado.

ben’s the oldest of two siblings, his sister being ten years younger than him.

raised by two v loving parents who gave the pair everything they could have every wanted.

however, his mother did from breast cancer when he was 12 and that heavily impacted his father.

causing the older male to teach ben that having feelings wasn’t a good thing and that ben should bottle up everything because he wouldn’t get hurt that way.

something that ben took to heart and kept with him all throughout school.

speaking of, ben did really well in school, graduated at the top of his class and decided he wanted to go into the medical field.

so he did, went to medical school and started learning how to become a surgeon & to his surprise, he was really frickin good at it.

& along the way, he happened to fall head over heels for another student who was there to be a registered nurse. something his father frowned upon due to what’d happened to ben’s mother, but it was something his father quickly began to accept because he saw just how good the two were for each other.

ben ended up proposing to her about a year after they started dating & she said yes so they had a small courthouse wedding surrounded by loved ones... and a few months later they found out that she was pregnant.

this drove ben to be even more dedicated to his job because he wanted to be able to raise his son like his parents had raised him.

nine months later, along came his son and ben’s world quickly started revolving around that baby.

but all of that came to a screeching halt the second the virus hit.

benjamin knew that they had to get out of a populated city, so he packed his wife, his son, his father and his sister up and they were gone by sunlight.

however, his father and sister ended up getting separated from them and he didn’t know where they could have gone, even though he searched for days to find them.

things were okay for the first few month or so, they’d taken enough food to last from their home and the store but with an infant, keeping those supplies in stock wasn’t the easiest thin in the world and soon enough, ben found himself having to go out and search for formula and things like that.

those trips usually went pretty smooth, making sure his wife and son were safe before leaving them for a few hours. however, the one time he happened to be gone longer than a few hours was the one time they weren’t safe at all.

he came back to find both of them gone, something that hit him in the chest so hard that he sat in that buildings for nearly two days just waiting and hoping they’d just moved to somewhere more safe.

but all the hoping and waiting wouldn’t make up for the fact that they’d been taken from him.

this caused him to start being reckless, to go down this dangerous path that he figured would get him killed.

but not only did he do that, he started to have to figure out how to survive on his own. he didn’t have anyone, which meant he’d have to figure out how to shoot a gun, how to hold a knife, how to protect and fend for himself.

so he did, finding guns and ammo that’d been left behind by people, practicing by lining up the numerous alcohol bottles he’d killed off days before and firing into them.

sure enough, he seemed to be a natural with that and with knives.. or a natural for violence in general. he liked the feeling, and it wasn’t something he was going to deny anymore.

& he didn’t deny it one bit. if he met people, he’d resort to violence and threats faster then he could blink an eye because he didn’t trust them, didn’t trust anyone but himself with the feelings he now kept bottled up.

fast forward to about five years later, ben runs into a group that calls themselves the heathens and they instantly catch his interest.

offering him food, water, anything that was needed and gave him purpose.. something he hadn’t had in years. not since he lost his wife and son.

he took the offer almost instantly and has been a guard for them ever since.

PERSONALITY.

hides behind a wall of sarcasm, cockiness, anger and lust.

doesn’t really care to get to know people and had a tendency to push people away before they get too close to him.

is …. stubborn as hell and refuses to ask for help with anything.

has a motorcycle and it’s his baby..

a hot mess

fluent in a lot of languages, picked them up so that he didn’t need translators at meetings with patients.

lowkey worried that people will figure out that he’s not the complete asshole role that he plays on a daily basis and is actually a very hurt person bc if people started realizing that, he’d have to start feeling again and tbh, he don’t wanna do that.

is the biggest flirt you will ever meet??

will try to either get u to drink w him or take ur alcohol.. there's a v thin line between the two options tbh.

super, super intelligent but keeps that on the dl ?

he cares… god he cares so much about people and the world but he pretends to hate everything because it’s easier than letting people in.

is a highkey hoe but he also keeps it on the dl

super into keeping fit as it’s a way to keep his mind from wandering onto subjects such as his wife and son. so he’ll like ?? find random shit to use as a homemade gym ??

still wears his wedding ring but wears it on his middle finger so that know one knows the real story behind it.

also keeps a photo of his wife at baby boy in his leather jacket.

actually super loyal and caring once you’re able to see get past his wall??which is really hard to do due to his job but if u do it he’ll cherish u.

has a bad habit of smoking so he looks for packs of cigs like ?? everywhere he goes.

is actually super open to teaching other people how to fight / use weapons because it's fun for him but acts like it'll kill him to do so.

is a burnt cupcake who has really good intentions but has horrible execution skills.

HEADCANONS

Benjamin was raised solely by his father, who taught him that most emotions were bad things to feel or to talk about. Meaning that he usually hides all other emotions other than anger and lust. Which means that most people see him as an asshole, something that Benjamin is actually fully okay with because in his mind, having people view him in that light is far easier than having to address and/or deal with his feelings. But that doesn’t mean that Benjamin is unable to feel any other emotions other than anger or lust, but he does keep a wall up around him that not a lot of people can break down. If you can break past that wall, though, you’ll find that Ben is far from the ‘asshole’ character he likes to play.

( TW: mentions of death ) Before the virus broke out, Benjamin was actually going to medical school, hoping to be one of the best surgeons in Colorado, maybe even the United States. However, the virus took his wife and son from him and it caused him to break, causing him to give up on the little bit of hope he had left and away from the 'helper’ path he’d be heading down. Instead he found himself becoming extremely reckless, loving everything about violence and danger. He started doing things that his old self would have hated and not caring about the fact that it was risky, that he could easily get hurt or lose his own life in the process. But in all honesty? He doesn’t care about his own well-being, letting the grief that still sits deep in his soul cause him to drift towards dangerous things.

( TW: mentions of weapons. ) Due to him being on his own for a few years before he found The Heathens, Benjamin had to learn how to survive in the toughest ways possible. Meaning that whenever he ran into other survivors, he rarely trusted any of them and if it came to it, he’d resort to violence to get what he needed to survive, food, weapons, whatever it was. Not to mention the fact that he had to teach himself how to use knives, guns and anything else that could have been considered a weapon, how to hunt for the food needed to survive and how to deal with the infected anytime he happened to stumble upon them. After a few years of that, though, he started figuring out that maybe the life of survival and violence was something that he was rather good at, and something he really enjoyed as well. Which was the beginning of him turning from the 'helper’ he wanted to be before the virus hit to someone who’s actually rather selfish.

STATISTICS.

full name: benjamin rhys kensington.

nickname(s): ben, benji (used by his wife mostly).

age: thirty-five.

date of birth: october 31st.

zodiac sign: scorpio.

place of birth: denver, colorado.

gender: cis-male.

sexual orientation: bisexual.

religion: n/a.

occupation: guard for the heathens.

language(s) spoken: english, french, spanish, welsh, russian, korean, japanese, italian, romanian, greek, gaelic and bulgarian.

accent: american.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: charlie hunnam.

hair color: blonde.

eye color: blue.

height: 6′ 1″.

weight: 225 lbs.

build: athletic.

PERSONALITY / TRAITS.

label: the cataclysmic.

positive traits: cunning, adventurous, intelligent, charming, loyal & brave.

negative traits: reckless, hedonistic, cocky, impulsive, flirtatious & closed off.

FAMILY

father: gideon james kensington. ( undetermined. )

mother: marie ann williams-kensington. ( deceased. )

siblings: a younger sister ( undetermined. )

TESTS.

myers-briggs: estp-a

enneagram: type 8 ( the challenger. )

moral alignment: lawful evil. ( the dominator. )

temperament: choleric.

hogwarts house: slytherin.