#stupid 4.0 gpa in school

[thechronicmasochist]

really appreciating the hardware chic of this vape (their official recommendation is to shove the brush they send with it for cleaning into the drill hole to help it stand up and I find that extremely fun)

[ringsofsaturnnnn]

— [🪐] ·˚ ༘ ✎ 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 | 𝐚. 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: it’s no secret that most people see armin as a sweet, innocent little thing. i mean, how couldn’t you? his sweeter than honey smile, bright blue eyes, and gentle voice pulls everyone in! however, what happens when you end up finding out that little mr. perfect isn’t as nice as everyone thinks he is?

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 :: fem bodied reader, porn with a plot (kinda), manipulative!armin, jealous!armin, pervy!armin, mean!armin, ooc!armin, swearing, dark content as armin is kinda manipulative, armin sorta shames you for what you wear at one point, nsfw themes - armin jacking off to you, oral (female receiving), breeding kink, slight choking, light dacryphilia (armin likes seeing you cry), fingering, virgin reader, overstim, pet names/endearing terms (honey, baby, sweet girl, etc.), slight dumbification. all characters are aged up & are in college. if i missed anything just let me know!

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 :: this is my first time ever writing something like this so if it sucks i’m so sorry 😭. i really hope it makes sense.. i feel like the plot just kinda fell apart but oh well. i’ve just been having extreme brainrot for armin. big thanks to my friend @oyusumi​ for beta reading like.. half of this and inspiring me to finally post.

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𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥

your head moved back and forth to the music playing through your headphones as you looked through your notes in the notebook in front of you. you had been studying nonstop for the upcoming german test, however, it seemed like all your studying was futile. you still couldn’t understand how to pronounce, nor spell, certain words. it was just getting frustrating because it seemed that no matter how hard you tried, you still just couldn’t get it.

letting out a groan, you ripped your headphones out of your ears and started packing your notes up. you needed to get out of the library. this studying was starting to drive you nuts. as you were packing, you heard someone’s voice behind you. turning, you saw your friend eren. “oh, hey eren.” you smiled as you shoved the last notebook in your bag. 

“hey. you looked frustrated. do you need help with anything?” many people pegged eren as the stupid type who didn’t do his homework and was passing school by the skin of his teeth, which was ironic, because he was a great student. he practically had straight a’s with the occasional b+. “oh no, don’t worry about it. i was just getting frustrated while studying for the german test.” you shrugged as you swung your backpack over your shoulder and grabbed your phone.

“oh, here! let me help you,” eren sat down in the empty seat and looked at you. “well, come on.” giving him a hesitant glance, you sighed. “are you sure? i don’t want to be a bother..” he nodded and you couldn’t help but smile. “fine.” setting your bag down, you unzipped it and grabbed the notebook you were previously looking at.

unknowingly to the both of you, a certain blonde was watching you two out of the corner of his eye. he couldn’t stop the anger building inside of him. it should of been him helping you, not eren. armin was the brightest kid in school, no doubt. he was a straight a+ student who had a 4.0 gpa. sure, he spent most of his days studying, but it showed as almost every teacher favored him and wished every student was as bright as he was. 

the sound of your laughter pulled armin from his thoughts. he looked up and saw your head resting against eren’s shoulder as you laughed at something he said. gripping his pencil tightly, he looked at the blank white paper, lined with blue stripes, in front of him. he just couldn’t think. couldn’t focus. not when you entered his mind.

armin was obsessed with you.

plain and simple. there was no other way to explain it. to others, and even you, his gestures were sweet. he was a true gentleman. he held doors open for you, walked you to your next class at the expense of being late to his own, gave you his notes if you missed something, and would even offered you his jacket if certain classrooms were too cold for you.

day after day, you never left armin’s thoughts. you were always on his mind, in more ways than one. what seems like a harmless crush continued to grow and grow until it turned into a deep infatuation with you. many would call this unhealthy, but to armin, it was perfectly fine. in his eyes, how couldn’t he be obsessed with you? everything you did was just perfect.

“armin? hey, armin!” shaking his head, armin looked up and saw eren. “you okay? i’ve been calling your name for a few minutes now.” eren chuckled and sat down next to his friend. “oh? yeah, i’m fine. just spaced out.” armin responded, adding a fake laugh at the end to sound more believable. he continued to speak with eren, growing tired of the small talk. he made up an excuse so he could leave and eren nodded. “mhm, see you later.”

getting up, armin headed towards the door of the library. something on the table that you had been sitting at caught his eye. stopping and looking, he saw your phone. he glanced around and made sure no one was looking before pocketing it and heading out. 

once armin entered his room, he threw his bag to the side and immediately started examining your phone. hitting the power button, your lock screen lit up his face. it was a picture of you, armin, mikasa, and eren. he couldn’t stop the smile that toyed at the edge of his lips at the thought of you seeing his face every time you opened your phone.

he swiped up and the phone asked for a passcode. chuckling, he easily typed in the six-digit code to unlock your phone. he had seen you type the passcode in when you sat beside him at lunch one day. your face id hadn’t been working and you made a comment about nearly forgetting your passcode because you always used your face id.

the second he was in, he paused. this was wrong. he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself. he needed to see what was on your phone. he needed to know that you were safe. clicking on your messages, he noticed that his conversation was pinned. his heart swelled at the thought. you had his conversation pinned. along with his, you had eren, mikasa, and the group chat all 4 of you shared pinned.

after he finished smiling about the fact that his conversation was pinned, he started reading your other messages. most of your conversations were, in his opinion, stupid. you mainly texted sasha about different recipes you had made or how she was doing on homework. your conversations with connie were basically him inappropriately flirting with you (which made armin quite upset) or telling stupid jokes back and forth. he occasionally asked you for answers to homework, which didn’t shock armin one bit. jean’s texts with you were dry and dull, nothing interesting there. 

the conversations that caught his eye were your texts with mikasa and eren. since they were your good friends, you, of course, had more interesting messages with them. eren’s texts with you were mostly about hanging out and how you two were feeling. armin couldn’t help but feel a spike of jealousy. you never texted him about your feelings, so why did you go to eren? had he not proven that he was trustworthy enough? what made armin see red was the pictures eren had been sending you. shirtless pictures, him at the gym, pictures where his pants were hanging dangerously low on his hips. he was disgusted as he scrolled through the texts. you had told him more than once that you weren’t interested, so why wasn’t eren getting the fucking hint?

having enough of eren, he went to your conversation with mikasa. he felt himself calm down as he read your texts with her. you mainly talked about your struggles with certain classes (which armin made note of so he could help you later) and your feelings. he didn’t mind you talking to mikasa about your feelings because he knew that mikasa was very important to you and would offer you good advice. 

just when he was about to be done snooping through your messages, he saw his name. scrolling up a little further, he couldn’t help but read what you said about him. his eyes quickly scanned the words, the smile on his face growing wider and wider with each passing second.

you had a crush on him?

he continued to stare at your messages with mikasa, not being able to pull his eyes away from that simple message. you, a beautiful, ethereal angel, had a crush on him? it was almost like a dream come true. armin even pinched himself a few times just to make sure he was seeing this correctly. 

shaking his head, he finally swiped up and exited your messages. he scrolled through the pages on your phone, admiring your phone theme. he remembered you ranting about how long it took you to make it look as nice as it did. he looked through all your apps, less than impressed with some of them. why the heck did you need so many apps?

just as he was about to finish his snooping and call it a day, his mind wandered to your photos. should he? scrolling over to the photo icon on your homescreen, his finger hovered over it. he knew this was wrong but.. fuck it. he already had your phone, so why not? clicking the icon, he was immediately met with all your photos. 

he gulped and regained his composure before starting to look through them. a lot of your photos were of your pets. of course they were though, you loved your pets. you had some pictures of different drinks or foods you got to have. different places you’ve visited. lots and lots of photos of you and your friends. swiping out of your camera roll, he looked at all your albums. you had.. a lot.

pets 

yummy things

fun places

friends

the album that made him smile was called “armin.” he had his own album in your phone? clicking on it, it asked for face id, much to armin’s surprise. you could lock photo albums? it obviously denied him every time he tried to use his face. he was starting to grow frustrated before it asked to enter the passcode. smiling, he typed in the code. bingo. 

the album opened up and revealed all the photos of you and armin and just armin, which gave him a satisfied smirk. eren didn’t have an album all to himself. he had finally managed to one-up eren. 

he scrolled through the hundreds of photos, smiling and laughing at a few. he could recall almost every moment that had been frozen in time in these pictures. his favorite photo was the one where you were kissing his cheek. you two happened to be underneath some mistletoe that sasha had hung in a doorway. being teased by all your friends, you kissed his cheek while historia unknowingly took a picture. 

his cheeks were flushed at the memory of your soft, warm lips against his skin. swiping out of that album, he saw one last one, hidden far behind the other albums. it was titled “n/a,” which he found odd. n/a meant not available or not applicable, which made no sense. those pictures were obviously available, so why put them in a folder entitled otherwise? clicking on it, he realized that this too was locked. sighing, he continued to be denied because of face id before being able to punch in the passcode.

when the album opened up, he jumped and turned red. this album was full of pictures of.. of you. however, not just any pictures, risky pictures. in some pictures you were in nothing but a bra and underwear. in other photos you used your hair to cover your (obviously) bare chest. he continued to scroll through these photos, his cheeks becoming embarrassingly warm. he couldn’t deny that he was extremely turned on. 

it wasn’t long before his pants felt uncomfortably tight. unbuckling his belt, he slowly pulled his jeans down to his knees and slipped his hand into his underwear, feeling how hard he was. “oh shit..” he mumbled before slipping his underwear down as well, allowing his cock to spring free.

gently rubbing his thumb over the tip, he let out a small gasp. “mmm, fuck!” he whined. he continued to use his thumb to spread pre-cum all over his tip and down the rest of his length. he couldn’t help it, it just felt so good. as he did this, armin let his thoughts wander. he imagined it was you. you sitting on your knees in front of him, teasing him with your fingers. your mouth. your tongue. 

with a quiet moan of your name, he started rubbing himself due to how uncomfortably hard he was. “oh.. oh please..” he squeezed his eyes shut as he continued to imagine you pleasuring him. bucking his hips into his fist, his moans continued to rise in volume. his cheeks were flushed as his mouth hung open ever so slightly. his pace became more and more erratic the more he pumped his length. 

opening his eyes, he clicked on a random picture in the photo album. it just happened to be a picture of you squeezing your boobs together, revealing your cleavage. it wasn’t long before he felt his stomach tighten. “m-m’ gonna cum!” he cried out, even though no one could hear him. loud whines left his soft pink lips as white ropes painted his stomach. “oh, please,” he whimpered as he slowly came down from his high. armin rubbed his sensitive tip with thumb and looked down at his stomach, watching it rise and fall with his breathing. although armin didn’t work out as frequently as eren did, he still had a decently chiseled chest and well-defined abs. a few strands of cum dripped down his abs towards his v-line.

he frowned as he looked at the picture on the phone screen. he wished he could have came on your chest, or inside of you, instead of his stomach, but for now, it would have to do. armin glanced at your phone screen one last time before he shut it off, watching as the screen turned black. he pulled his pants up before getting up and heading towards the bathroom. when he felt his feet hit the cold tile, he flipped the light switch on before heading towards his shower. he listened to the water thunder against the plastered shower floor before starting to disrobe.

once he had rid himself of all his clothes, he opened the shower door and stepped in. the warm water immediately welcomed him like a hug, which armin was grateful for. running his hands through his hair, he felt his once tense muscles start to finally relax. he knew that once he got out of the shower, he’d have a little more fun with your phone before returning it to you the next morning. 

you had spent the whole rest of the night and some of the morning worrying about your phone. “shit, shit, shit!” you cried as you tore your room apart for the umpteenth time. “where is it?!” it honestly looked like a tornado had hit your room. clothes were thrown everywhere, blankets askew, pillows piled up in a random corner, it looked like a royal trainwreck, that was for sure.

sitting on your bed, you buried your head in your hands and groaned. “FUCK!” you growled angrily. how could you have been so stupid? you could have swore you had your phone when you left.. wait. looking up and blinking, you let out yet another groan. you never grabbed your phone off the table once eren sat down. in an attempt to let out some anger, you grabbed the nearest stuffed animal and chucked it at the wall. you listened to it hit the wall before watching it fall to the ground. 

you continued to wallow in anger for a bit before deciding to get up and get ready for school. maybe it was still on the table. you highly doubted it, but you never knew, or, maybe eren grabbed it. as you came up with scenarios in your head, your tension started to ease a little bit.

as you finished putting your stuff in your locker, you saw your good friend armin walk up to you. “oh, hey armin!” you flashed him a bright smile, watching as his pale cheeks turned pink. “hi. uhm, i just wanted to uh, give this to you,” armin reached into his pocket and pulled your phone out. he held it out to you, a soft smile gracing his delicate features. “i thought you might want it back.”

you couldn’t help but laugh a little before taking it. “i’ve been looking for this everywhere! thank you, thank you, thank you!” you squealed. you quickly shut your locker door before giving him a big hug. he stiffened at first, but quickly melted into your embrace. armin loved your hugs. he loved your touch. he loved you.

“where was it?!” you asked as you pulled away. armin wished the hug would have lasted longer, but he didn’t complain. “oh, it was on the table you were studying at. i saw it when i went to leave. i charged it for you.” he flashed you a smile, revealing his perfect white teeth. now it was your turn to blush. you never understood how someone could be so.. so perfect. 

“i really, really appreciate that armin. you’re too sweet.” his heart felt warm and fuzzy at your compliment, however, in the back of his mind, worry consumed him. would you still think he was sweet if you figured out he had managed to share your hidden album with himself? would you still find him sweet if you knew he downloaded all your pictures to his computer hard drive so he could fuck his fist every night to it?

the sound of the bell ringing pulled him from his worry-ridden thoughts. shaking his head, he watched as you adjusted the books in your arms. “i’ll walk you to your first class.” his blonde hair covered his forehead and reached down to his eyes. “such a gentleman.” you laughed before starting to walk away. 

a few weeks had passed since armin had snooped through your phone. since then, he managed to grow closer to you, which led to you inviting him over more frequently, which in turn, made his obsession grow more and more. there were times where you left him at your place while you went and got take out food or some coffee from your favorite shared café. little did you know that he used this time to snoop through your room. he managed to find your diary, which he would read before carefully placing it back where it was. other times he would look through your dresser, staring at all your lingerie sets. oh how he wished he could just rip them off of your body, leaving pretty red marks on your oh so delicate skin. his mouth always salivated at the thought.

his most recent infatuation was giving you his hoodies. not only were they oversized on you (which he found incredibly adorable and hot at the same time), whenever you returned them they smelled like you, which drove him crazy. your scent was so incredibly intoxicating to him. to armin, your scent was a mixture of strawberries, lemon, and lavender. it wasn’t long before he became addicted. 

night after night he would buck his hips into his fist while wearing the hoodies that smelled like you. he would stare at your pictures, chanting your name like a mantra while he came all over his hand. he would go two or three rounds, falling asleep with his hand covered in his cum. 

“hey armin, can you come here for a second?” the two of you had been doing homework for the past few hours. you were wearing shorts that were way too short for you and one of armin’s hoodies that he had so graciously let you borrow. “of course, give me one second,” he quickly finished writing something down before getting up and coming to sit on the couch with you. “what’s up?”

you moved closer to him, causing a small blush to appear on armin’s cheeks. “well, i’m having trouble with this math problem. i was wondering if you could help me?” the way you looked at him through your lashes, armin could have swore he about creamed his pants right then and there. “oh uhm, uh sure!” he stuttered.

you leaned down and grabbed your textbook before setting it in his lap, allowing your hand to linger on his thigh a little longer before pulling it away. armin could have swore that you were trying to give him a heart attack. every part of his body felt like it was on fire. he was just. so. warm.

“so, where do i start?” your voice pulled him from his thoughts. shaking his head, he looked at the book. for some reason, nothing was registering to him. his eyes saw the ink on the page, but his brain couldn’t understand what it was asking. “you start with.. with..” every time armin spoke, his voice just trailed off. “armin, are you feeling alright?” he felt your palm on his forehead, sending yet another wave of heat coursing through him. “yes! i’m just fine..” he carefully grabbed your hand and put it on his thigh.

he couldn’t deny the tent in his pants, but he was praying you wouldn’t notice. “fuck.. i’m so attracted to you.” he mumbled under his breath. “what did you sa-,” within a second he had picked you up and set you in his lap, forcing you to look at him. “a-armin?!” you were taken aback by his sudden actions, but you weren’t gonna lie, you were slightly turned on. 

“how long are you gonna play stupid, huh?” he grunted. shaking your head, you just looked at him. “what do you mean?” confusion swarmed your brain. play stupid? how were you playing stupid? how did you even get to this point? all you wanted was help with a simple math problem! 

“what do you mean,” he mocked. “seriously? don’t fuck with me,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “how long were you gonna sit here and fucking tease me? don’t think i didn’t notice your outfit. those shorts that are obviously too fucking short for you. your ass is practically hanging out of them. and my hoodie? i bet you don’t have anything on underneath it.” it was like armin had just flipped a switch. your once kind, innocent, friend was now basically degrading you for your choice in outfit. 

“i, i really don’t get what you mean. armin i just.. i was just trying to be cozy i really wasn’t trying to dress like a slut or anything-“ words continued to pour out of your mouth as you became painfully aware of his growing erection. “please, i’m sorry, i’ll go change..”

“no.” his voice was low, yet demanding. “you wanna dress like a slut? fine, i’ll fuck you like a slut.” your hands were starting to tremble at his words. why was he being so mean? although his rough words were turning you on, you were still soft at heart. you could feel your eyes stinging as he continued to go on, telling you how much of a whore you were. “s-stop it. stop being so mean..” your voice quivered as tears dripped down your cheeks.

you felt his hand cup your cheek as he wiped your tears. “oh honey, i’m not trying to mean. i just love you,” his voice was sickeningly sweet. “i just want you to know how mean the real world is. how if you dress like this,” he motioned to your outfit, “you’ll be called a whore. but it’s okay baby, you’re not a whore. you’re a good girl, right?” you quickly nodded, sniffling a little. “that’s what i thought.”

he wiped the new tears that had fallen down your soft cheeks before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “you’re my good girl, right?” he pulled back and cocked an eyebrow, waiting for a response. shaking your head, your voice trembled as you spoke. “mhm.. i’m your good girl.” an evil smile crossed armin’s face at your words. “of course you are.” 

he moved his hand from your cheek to the hem of his hoodie. gently toying with the edge, he started to pull it up. he was immediately met with your skin, which left him with a satisfied smirk. “i was right, baby. you aren’t wearing anything underneath my hoodie.” he chuckled as he pulled it completely off of you. looking away, you tried to cover yourself. “ah, ah, ah, you’re not gonna hide from me are you? i love you, so why would you hide from me?” 

his voice was like a trap. the second you heard it, you were stuck. he could always manage to get into your head. he would manipulate you, but part of you didn’t care. you craved his attention just as much as he craved yours. you needed armin just like he needed you, so why were you so scared of him in this moment?

“hey. i asked you a question pretty girl.” armin’s voice cut through your thoughts. looking at him, fear suddenly overtook you. this wasn’t your armin, was it? how.. how could it be? your armin held doors open for you. your armin walked you to class and locked pinkies with you when you were nervous. your armin gave you his jackets in cold classrooms, even if it meant he’d be freezing for the rest of the class period.

“quit. fucking. spacing. out.” armin wrapped his hand around your throat, gently squeezing to gain your attention once more. gasping, you weakly tried to pull his hand off your throat. “armin, you’re scaring me..” once the words left your mouth, his eyes softened and he immediately removed his hand. “oh honey, i’m not trying to scare you. i promise. i’m just trying to get your attention,” he brought your trembling body closer to his. “i wouldn’t ever hurt you.”

you didn’t realize how much you were shaking until armin held you against his steady body. more and more tears were slipping down your cheeks and were now wetting down his shirt. as he hugged your body closer to his, he unhooked your bra, allowing your breasts free of their constraints. “let me take care of you.” he whispered in your ear. nodding, you allowed him to carry you towards your bed.

thoughts swarmed your mind as armin gently set you down on your unmade bed. he made quick work of ridding you of your shorts and underwear. “who made you this wet baby?” he teased, watching as your cheeks turned a shade of pink. you covered your face with your hands, too embarrassed to say anything. “honey, i’m talking to you. now, answer me.” his voice was low when he spoke. 

“y-you did, armin..” your voice was quiet, hardly above a whisper. “be louder. i can’t hear you.” he remarked. shaking your head, you couldn’t bring yourself to be any louder. suddenly, he grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head. he got all up in your face, your noses almost touching. “fucking say it.” he growled, his hot breath fanning your face. fear coursed through your veins as you spoke quickly, afraid of upsetting him even more. “y-you did! you made me this wet, armin!” your voice was louder now, which brought a satisfied smirk to his face. “atta girl. now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

you shook your head as armin used his middle and ring fingers to gather some of your slick. you bit your tongue, trying to suppress the moan building in your throat. using his thumb, he started to rub your clit. “let me hear those pretty noises of yours, liebling.” his slow, lazy circles on your clit started to get quicker and quicker, causing you to let out a whine. “armin.. armin wait!” truth be told, you had never done this before. and by this, you meant any of this. you had never masturbated. never had sex. sure, you read stories, watched porn, and listened to your friends talk about it, but you’d never done it. 

“aw baby, what’s wrong?” he chuckled. he didn’t stop his ministrations, which caused you to whine. you tried to push him away, but it was to no avail. “i-i’ve never done this before..” you mumbled under your breath. “hm?” armin hummed as he sped his fingers up. “i-i’ve never done this!” you cried, your legs starting to shake a little. a shit-eating grin crossed armin’s features as he pulled his fingers away. it felt like you could finally catch your breath as your erratic breathing started to settle. sliding his fingers into his mouth, he sighed, satisfied. you tasted fucking heavenly. 

closing your legs, you tried to sit up, only for armin to pin you back down again. he laughed in your face, the warmth of his body radiating off of him. “oh, my sweet, sweet schatzi, you’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you? such a good fucking girl, waiting for me. you wanted me to take your virginity, didn’t you? you knew nobody else could please you like i would.” a feeling of possessiveness coursed through armin as he looked down at your features. you were made for him. now that he had you, he’d never let you go. 

you were trembling underneath armin as he slowly started kissing down your body. as he did this, he started unbuckling his belt, the noise echoing loudly in your ears. your body felt like it was on fire as armin continued to kiss your delicate skin. kicking his pants to the side, armin stopped at your plush thighs and looked up. “you look so fucking perfect like this.” he mumbled before spreading your legs. he looked at your sopping cunt, a look of hunger in his baby blue eyes. 

“i just know i’m gonna become addicted to you, more so than i already am of course..” he whispered before kissing your inner thigh. he gently nipped at the skin, causing you to squeal and try to move away from him. “stay still, damnit.” he huffed before using one of his arms to pin your waist down. he gingerly placed a kiss over the spot he bit before moving towards you dripping wet cunt. armin carefully licked a stripe up your soaking hole, relishing in the taste. it tasted like heaven to him.

he listened as you gasped at the feeling of his tongue being pressed against you. you didn’t know how to respond. it felt so weird. this was nothing like how any of your friends described it. your bare chest rose and fell as armin continued to kitten lick your cunt. his nose bumped against your clit, causing you to moan. “a-armin!” you cried as you allowed one of your hands to grasp his soft, blonde hair. he smirked before moving his mouth away. you looked down at him, his mouth covered in your essence. your cheeks felt as if they were on fire as he moved his free hand down towards your messy cunt.

you felt his fingers press against your hole, causing your eyes to widen. “w-wait!” you weren’t going to lie, you were scared. “it’s okay baby, i’ve got you. just relax.” he smiled before pushing his middle finger into you. your walls clenched around him, causing him to smirk. you were so damn tight. he honestly couldn’t wait to fuck you. if you were squeezing his finger this much, just imagine how much you’d squeeze his dick.

“armin.. it feels weird..” you whimpered. “it’s okay baby. you just have to relax. you have to trust me.” he started pumping his finger in and out, trying to get you used to the feeling. the lewd noises had you gasping for air. “armin, please..” tears welled in your eyes again as you carefully bucked your hips a little. “there you go.” he cooed before carefully adding another finger. you felt your body start to relax as pleasure overtook your senses. “oh shit..” you mumbled.

armin could tell that you were finally starting to relax, which made him happy. he slowly started to speed his fingers up before leaning down and sucking on your clit. he watched as your mouth fell open and you searched for something to grab. “oh fuck! a-armin!” your legs started to shake a little, not used to this kind of pleasure. he hummed against your clit, curling his fingers to try and find that one spot inside of you. while he got you off on his fingers, he bucked his hips into the mattress, trying to give himself some sort of relief. 

“please, please,” you whispered under your breath. it wasn’t long before you felt a weird pressure building in your lower stomach. “a-armin, stop. i feel weird! please stop..” you whimpered, pulling at the sheets. your hips lifted off the bed a little as you tried to get him to slow his ministrations. he pulled away from your clit and looked at you, his fingers speeding up yet again. he had stopped grinding his hips into the mattress now to help him focus on your climax. “it’s okay, honey. you’re gonna cum. just cum on my fingers. make a mess on them.” he smirked as you gasped one last time before cumming. your legs were shaking as tears flowed down your face. you weren’t used to these feelings, this pleasure.

withdrawing his fingers from you, armin immediately brought them to his lips and started to suck on them. you were so fucking addictive. he saw that your folds were glistening with cum, making his smirk grow wider. he reinserted his fingers into you and started pumping them back in and out. you tried to push his hand away, feeling overstimulated. armin ignored you and continued to finger you. while he did this, he slowly slipped his boxers off and threw them next to his pants.

“‘m gonna fuck you real good, sweet girl, don’t you worry.” he mumbled as he pulled his fingers out of you. he quickly spit in his hand and rubbed himself a few times before looking down at you. “you’re okay with this, right?” even when he was caught up in the moment, he knew how to pull himself out of that mindset and take care of you. you looked at him and nodded, a slight smile on your face. your cheeks had slight tear stains on them from crying earlier, but neither of you minded, if anything, it turned armin on more. 

he used the head of his cock to tap your clit a few times before cursing under his breath. “fuck, i forgot a condom, hold on.” he huffed. “no, it’s fine! don’t worry about it..” you flashed him a smile. armin couldn’t help the smile that crossed his features at your words. “oh sweet girl, you want it raw your first time? how sinful.” the words rolled off armin’s tongue and sent shivers down your spine. you could only shake your head as armin rutted against your soaking cunt.

“‘m gonna put it in now, schatzi. it’ll hurt at first, but you’ll be okay.” he mumbled before lining himself up with your entrance. you took a deep breath as armin started entering you. right off the bat your warm walls squeezed him, making his eyes roll back. holy fuck, you were so tight. you whimpered as he continued to push himself inside of you. he could feel your walls constricting around him, making him go insane. it felt so fucking good to be inside of you.

minutes felt like hours until he finally paused. “oh honey, i’m halfway in. you’re doing so fucking good.” at his words, you gulped. he was only halfway in?! how fucking big was he? you never got the chance to look at him before he started fucking you.. 

it almost seemed like armin could read your mind. he cupped your cheek in his hand and made you look at him. “i know i’m big, but it’s okay. you can take it. good girls like you just stay still and take it.” you just took a breath and nodded, wincing as he started pushing himself in again. it felt like you were being split in half, the pain seeming unbearable. 

time continued to pass (slowly in your opinion), before armin’s hips stilled. “that’s my girl. see, i’m inside you now. can you feel me in your tummy, love?” he cooed. his eyes looked upon you lovingly as your heart was beating erratically in your chest. he gently pushed down on your stomach, causing you to gasp. “d-don’t do that!” the pleasure that shot through you when he did it startled you. 

he chuckled and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. your kisses were just like he imagined, warm and welcoming. as you continued to kiss, he slowly pulled out before thrusting back in all at once. you broke away, gasping loudly. “a-armin!” you cried. 

“shh, shh. you’re fine. you can take it. you’re okay.” he mumbled encouraging words to you as he gripped your waist. he started thrusting in and out, the sound of skin slapping together could be heard around the room. “oh baby, you feel so fucking good. squeezing me so much.” it wasn’t long before the pain started to turn into some sort of pleasure. 

“such a greedy fuckin’ girl, hah.. can’t get enough of me? it’s like you’re sucking me back in. i don’t mind though, i’m all yours. ‘m gonna fuck you so good that you’ll never want anyone else but me.” he babbled on and on as he continued to thrust into you roughly. you just shook your head, agreeing with the blonde that was currently drilling into you. “only you. only want you. ‘m your special, sweet girl min..” you panted.

you sunk your nails into the sheets below you as you tried to ground yourself to reality. armin was hitting spots inside of you that you didn’t even know existed. “fuck, you’re so deep in me!” you whined. you could hear armin chuckle above you as he continued to fuck you roughly. “oh baby, you’ve gotta stop squeezing me like that.. ‘m gonna cum to soon if you keep doing— oh!” without realizing it, you had came on him.

your room smelled like sweat and sex. moans, pants, skin hitting skin, and squelching noises could be heard echoing around the four walls. “oh fuck baby.. good girl. cumming all over my fucking cock.” armin praised. you whined, your mind starting to go blank. if this would happen every time you had sex with armin, you would happily oblige.

“oh shit! sweet girl, i’m gonna cum. i gotta pull out..” armin whined, his hair sticking to his forehead. you violently shook your head. “p-please cum in me! please..” at your words, armin swore he could have came. “oh honey, you want me to come in you? want me to stuff you full of my cum the first time? you’re that addicted to me that you want me to stuff my kid into you? fucking hell sweet girl, you’d look so beautiful with my baby stuffed inside of you.” armin was mindlessly mumbling now. he was getting off on the thought of you being stuffed with his kid. 

“yes! would be so perfect with your kid in me, min! would be so perfect..” you weren’t quite sure what you were saying as you felt like you were on cloud 9. your body was stuck in a state of euphoria as you felt armin’s hips still. he whined loudly as he started cumming. 

your legs were shaking and pants escaped your parted lips as armin slowly started moving again. “wait! wait.. ‘m overstimulated!” you cried out, but he paid no mind to it. he leaned down, whispering in your ear, “i gotta make sure you’re full of my cum, sweetie. one load won’t do it. gotta breed you full, make sure you’re good and full.” you felt chills run down your spine. the intimacy of what you were doing, and him being so close, seemed to have you on edge. 

a white ring had formed at the base of his cock, your cum mixing with his. the noises you two were making were downright sinful. “holy.. ahhh..” drool was starting to drip out of your mouth as armin continued to bully your pretty pussy with his cock. he used his free hand to wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth. “you’re drooling, pretty girl.” he teased.

his words weren’t registering in your brain as you continued to slip further and further into a dumbed out state. “oh come on, don’t tell me i’ve got you dumb on my cock already,” he laughed before letting out a moan. your walls squeezed his cock just right. “we’ve only went one round, darling.” 

you mindlessly babbled some response. you were fairly sure what you said wasn’t even coherent words, but armin didn’t care. in fact, he found it quite adorable. “ah shit.. i’m not gonna last long if you keep fucking squeezing me like this, hah—“

your walls continued to squeeze and contract around him as the coil in your stomach snapped once again. you came all over him, loud moans escaping your sore throat. your legs were trembling and you could have swore that you were seeing stars. “m.. ma.. min.. oh min.. please-“ your voice was quiet, yet armin could still hear it.

“don’t worry, my love. i’m right here. ‘m gonna stuff you full of my cum, okay? you’ll be nice and full. gonna look so fucking precious with my child in you..” he hissed between clenched teeth. it only took a few more thrusts before armin came inside you again. his hips still, a sigh leaving his lips as he slowly pulled out. you had tears dripping down your cheeks, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth. 

armin watched your cum, mixed with his, drip out of your abused cunt, a satisfied smirk on his face. “oh, sweet girl, you can’t waste my cum like this.” he frowned before taking his fingers and scooping it back up and pushing it back in you. you whimpered, not being able to form words. “gonna make sure you’re bred. gotta make sure you’ll have my kid. then you’ll never leave me..”

groaning, you slowly started to open your eyes. your lower body felt like it was being ripped to shreds, the pain feeling unbearable. as you started to gain your bearings, you noticed that you were dressed again. you had on a pair of lace underwear on, along with one of armin’s t-shirts. 

what the? how did that happen? the last thing you remember was armin practically fucking your brains out. carefully turning your head, you saw armin fast asleep beside you. truth be told, you were too tired to be worried about how you got dressed again. yawning, you set your head back on your pillow, thinking about what happened.

how could your sweet, innocent armin say the things that he did last night? you coughed a little before pulling the blanket up more to cover your body. armin shifted beside you, but was still asleep. 

as you continued to think, you could feel yourself slipping right back into sleep. the last thing you thought of before losing consciousness was the fact that even the sweetest honey can turn sour..

liebling :: german. term of endearment. means dear or darling.

schatzi :: german. term of endearment. literally means “little treasure” but is also said to mean sweetheart or darling. 

[takingasterix]

Should I mention animatics on my college applications?

Sorry for the random post, but I need some hyper-specific advice about applying to college! For context: I'm American, applying to undergraduate programs in the USA. I know I'm very academically strong (35 on the ACT, 4.0+ GPA, NHS, etc. etc.), and I have a decent amount of extracurriculars. Honestly, however, a lot of my free time in high school has been spent doing art and animatics. I've been advised many times that putting my art on a social media page and linking it on my application could help show colleges what I spend my time doing and show that I'm well-rounded. My only problem is that most of my art is fanart. I'm probably going to compile the best stuff into a portfolio and link that in my app, but I'm not sure whether or not to link my Youtube channel.

I have about 1.6k subscribers, which isn't anything in the grand scheme of Youtube, but it is significant enough to show the effort I put in/the impact of the videos.

However.

The problem is that my animatics are ENTIRELY fan content. They're horrifically embarrassing to the point that literally no one in my life knows the channel exists except for a few close friends. Worse, many of them are MXTX-related (which is a well-known queer series), and some of them are explicitly ship-related. I'm well aware that fandom stuff is considered weird by the majority of society, and all of it is a far cry from the professional image I'm trying to show on my applications.

That being said, I feel like I need to show colleges evidence of my art, and what I spend my time doing. I need advice! Should I just link a portfolio of the best, most "normal" art I have? Should I also link my Youtube channel? If I do link my Youtube channel, I would definitely polish my pfp, description, and banner... but should I go back and private the old, really awful animatics? Should I private every video related to ships? How roughly should I comb through it?

I'm well aware that my art is objectively bad, so I'd appreciate if you don't bring that up; I'm not applying to art school or an art degree, I'm just trying to show that aspect of my life. I just really want advice on whether or not I should link the channel, how to do that if so, etc. etc.

Sorry if this is a really stupid question!! It's actually wildly embarrassing to post something like this, but it's such a specific situation that I feel only tumblr would have the answer. I know this probably won't reach many people, but even if just one person has good advice, I'd really really appreciate it. Thank you! <3

[cayrola]

𝟏-𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐡𝐜𝐬

𓂃𑁍 ࣪˖ includes: bakugo, deku, shoto, ochako, momo, kirishima, & denki

𓂃𑁍 ࣪˖ note: this is kinda bad sorry. just wanted to post something and i was having mha brainrot ˃ᴗ˂

꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰

bakugo:

is in mostly ap and honors classes and gets all a’s and b’s

is in a study group with mina, kiri, denki, and sero

teachers have a love-hate relationship with him (who doesn’t)

the type to argue with the teacher if they’re ‘wrong’ or if they make a mistake about something

has snapchat but doesn’t use it bc he finds it stupid and doesn’t get why anyone would use it religiously

his snap score is so low—like 1k type low

follows his favorite celebrities on insta

has tiktok but doesn’t post a single thing; mina forces him to repost all of her vids tho

plays football and basketball but was kicked pff the basketball team for being to aggressive

gymrat

3.998 gpa and it pisses him off bc he wants a 4.0

lives in a gated community

deku:

band kid i fear

debate team too

has a 3.4 gpa and wishes it was higher but is okay with it

gets b’s on all of the tests but a’s on the hw

in only 2 ap classes and it’s ap art and apush

he got a 4 on his ap art portfolio and a 3 on apush

the sleepiest sleeper build anyone could ever have

only uses snapchat to ft his friends bc he doesn’t have an iphone and most of them do

deku with glasses and braces (canon)

def uses twitter religiously; tweets about EVERYTHING he possibly can. his entire life story is basically there

teacher’s pet but in a good way; all his teachers love him and how respectful he is but if they forget the hw, he will keep his mouth shut

would still love all might

shoto:

easy 4.0 gpa

all of his class are ap and honors

all a’s—gets a 95% or above

loves checking out books from the library

doesn’t have social media, thinks it’s stupid

is on debate team with deku, does tennis and does track and field (100m and 200m). probably does any club he can get into so he doesn’t have to go home so early

never has hw bc he does it all at school

so many people have a crush on him, but he doesn’t acknowledge it or he just doesn’t notice

also shoto with glasses (canon)

is into photography

carries around a camera when he goes to big cities for school trips

has all of the latest apple products

also lives in a gated community

has at least one airpod in constantly

ochako:

literally my pookie wookie dookie bear

neat, color-coded notes

3.0 gpa, she studies with deku and shoto when they’re not busy

isn’t in many clubs bc she works after school

i can see her working at coldstone or something

has a samsung

has a pink owala waterbottle—gifted to her by momo

wears the simplest outfits but they’re super cute (thx to momo)

def comforts girls that are crying in the bathroom

her fav teacher is her math teacher but her fav subjects are p.e. and english

likes peach rings, sour gummy worms, and strawberry pocky

gossips with mina, momo, jirou, and hagakure at football games

has the pink bow jansport backpack—her parents surprised her with it as one of her early bday gifts

i feel like she would have a fluffy white cat named snuggles or cupcake

momo:

also gated community

also has a 4.0 gpa

all ap classes

does ap art and got a 5 on her portfolio

i feel like she would be captain of the swim team

hates sodas

i saw a tiktok saying she would be a bop and wear ethikas to school and vape and omg. she would NOT.

she’s so loyal to whoever her s/o is

she would wear stuff from like that light academia aesthetic on pinterest

would never touch a vape in her life. she tries to encourage the people that vape in the bathrooms to not do it

mascara girly for lifeeee

has a whole lash routine

definitely helped ochako with her outfits and make much of what she has

smells so girlalala

only has an apple watch and iphone. she was gifted airpods from her aunt but doesn’t use them often unless she’s going for a run

spoils her friends cuz she feels like it

kiri:

one of the popular kids fssss

is on the football team with bakugo and does track with shoto (same events)

knows everyone and everything about them (not intentionally tho. he just ends up finding out)

likes the c4 energy drinks—blue raspberry sour patch kid flavor is his favorite

sprays axe like it’s body mist

washes his face only with water and hand soap and has such clear skin

3.0 gpa and is proud of it

is in culinary arts bc he wants to eat before lunch starts

no ap classes, just regular ones

everyone likes him, it’s so hard for someone to not like him

watches youtube with denki on the chrome books

actually pays attention to what bakugo says during their study sessions bc he doesn’t wanna fail his tests

gets c’s and above on his assignments

try hard in p.e.

uses snap but not like denki—snap score is like 100k-200k (all from streaks)

avg crumbl cookie enjoyer

bromance with all of his friends

“i love u bro. no homo”

“i wanna kiss u so bad rn, man. no homo tho”

denki:

sigh

2.5 gpa and is perfectly okay with it. anytime bakugo brings it up he says “it could always be worse”

plays fortnite and dti with the baddies instead of studying

chronically online

brainrot humor

wyll warrior

snap score is like 700k

wears pj pants to school

avg call of duty enjoyer

has one of those kiddy backpacks from walmart. he probably got minnie mouse or bubble guppies

finishes his tests first just so he can go on his chromebook

plays papa’s freezeria when he’s done with his tests

loves p.e.

i feel like he had one of those rolling backpacks in elementary school all the way til middle school

goes to summer school every single year

gets low b’s-high f’s on his assignments (usually get c’s and d’s tho)

films the fights in the hallways

skips classes to get food (crumbl mukbangs in the car w kirishima)

he hit a vape once and is addicted now

gets made fun of for it

calls himself a nonchalant dreadhead (the exact opposite)

says “im gonna touch u vro” as a comeback

⊹˚Ꮺ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ⊹˚Ꮺ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ⊹˚Ꮺ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ⊹˚Ꮺ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ⊹˚Ꮺ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ⊹˚Ꮺ

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hope u enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing it !! also, should i do pt2 with other characters or no ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა

[oceanbug]

when worlds collide

smau non!idol ningning x reader

13.5 bathroom meetings.

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Turning off her phone, Jimin sighed in defeat. She knows everyone’s not avoiding her on purpose, but it kind of felt that way. She wasn’t going to have a nice dinner outside, but she didn’t want to lock herself inside on a nice Wednesday night. So she decided on the next best thing.

Let’s trespass on school grounds after hours.

Normal people wouldn’t think to do this, but Jimin was different. She wanted to do nothing more than rebel against her goodie-two-shoes image, so she committed crimes on the low. Not actual illegal ones, just minor crimes like ‘trespassing’ at a school she pays to live in.

Let’s see where to break into first! I could walk into the chemistry lab and mix all of the labels. Yeah, that’s evil enough; let’s do it.

Like I said, they weren’t illegal crimes. Just inconveniences that Jimin thought were ‘evil.’ She didn’t have much experience being a bad kid, so this is as good as she’s going to get.

Before Jimin could step foot into the lab, the sound of crying could be heard in the science department bathrooms. Who could be here at this hour? She knocked softly so as not to startle the clearly distressed individual.

“Get the fuck away; can’t you see it’s occupied?" That voice was distinct. There was none like it. Ningning was in the bathroom, and she was crying?

“….Ning? It’s Jimin, are you okay?”

“I said get AWAY.” Jimin didn’t flinch; she was used to this. She went to high school with Ning, so she wasn’t afraid of her. At the moment, she was just concerned as to why someone as tough as Ningning could be crying alone in a bathroom. Jimin sat down outside the bathroom, back against the metal steel door.

“Hey, If you want to talk, we can. I know you probably don’t want to tell a random stranger about your issues; that’s fine with me. But you know I’m good with a secret. You can talk to me.”

Jimin felt her back slightly fall as the door creaked open.

“I’m not telling you because we’re friends, but I am telling you because I have no one else I can trust.” Ningning’s words sounded rude as usual, but her sorrowful tone from crying was heard. It made Jimin’s heart ping; no one deserved to feel how Ningning felt at this moment.

“The stupid gossip site posted. Your little friend and my ex-bitch are besties now. What the fuck, man. What did I do to deserve this? I’m the one who got cheated on. So why does everyone feel bad for Giselle?” She began tearing up even more. Jimin had been bewildered by the fact that Y/N was hanging out with Giselle. Why had she lied to her? They had mentioned it was a friend Jimin didn’t know, but that clearly wasn’t the case. Nonetheless, she’d focus on that later. All Jimin’s attention is on Ningning now.

“No way is Ning Yi Zhuo letting two freaks get the better of her.”

Sorry Y/n.

“The same Ning Yi Zhuo who got our finals canceled by rigging the lottery so that our principal won? The same Ningning who passes every school year with a 4.0 GPA yet doesn’t show up to any class? There's no way you’re going to let two people hurt you like this. That stupid school blog stinks anyway; they don’t even get the full story of things! I’m sure Y/N meant no harm in what she did. Trust me, I know her. She’d never hurt you on purpose.”

The room was silent, all that could be heard were the crickets, and the cool wind breeze. Jimin meant every word. She trusted Y/n. Sure she lied about who she was meeting up with, but it was surely for a good reason. That's something you're certain of. Ningning looked away as if she were deep in thought. She quickly dried away her tears and stood up.

“Whatever, I can do way better than those two freaks. I can literally buy their houses and still have money left over to splurge. Later loser.” There she was, ‘Rich Bitch’ Ningning. Before she fully stepped foot out the door, she turned back.

“Thanks, Jimin.” Then she walked away.

And so there goes Jimin’s Wednesday night. Maybe she’ll continue her ‘evil’ activities another day. For now, she’ll get some food and head home. Still, she can’t shake the feeling that the conversation will be important later. She’d probably never cross paths with Ningning again, so why does she feel like this?

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masterlist ~ next

(Synopsis) Y/N had never been the type to take life for granted. You grew up with the mindset that if you wanted something, you had to work for it; So getting paired up with the university’s “Rich Bitch” Ning Yi Zhuo for your midterm was the last thing you wanted. Are you willing to step into the world of fame for an A+?

taglist (open): @azraism ; @kimsgayness ; @sewiouslyz ; @winieter ; @llluvbluy ; @i06kkura ; @everydayiloveyves ; @edamboon

[oniikabuto]

guys what if like idk....... southeast asian yn x hobie brown. like... iono! i love punk like i mildly indulge in some punkish things and beliefs but also like i play classical piano and i read dostoyevsky in my spare time and im a straight-A student. like fuck the school system but ALSO i maintain a 4.0 gpa. i dunno!!!!!! (i am so projecting rn)

edit:IM SO FUCKIGN STUPID IM LEAVING THIS APP RN. /j i said EAST asian im literally southeast asian i got the 2 mixed up 😭😭

[themissingleftsocks]

CITY PAINTED RED: Thrown Blankets and Annoying Robots

"Verity, you can't be here forever."

"Is that a challenge?"

Zordon hates her. Well, not truly. But Verity can tell she's treading a very thin line. Alpha 5 has similar feelings, she can tell. He's got less of a filter than the holographic mind that is her mentor. They both do have a point, though. She rarely leaves the base nowadays. It's not a glamorous life by any means, but she doesn't really have much. Being a Ranger majorly fucked up her high school GPA. And, she doesn't even really have "being a power ranger" on her resume anymore. So, she sits. She sits and stares at the screens in front of her, a blanket tucked around her shoulders as Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith plays and Zordon stares at her in the background. Besides the show, it's quiet. No city noise, or working machines. It's like a ghost town in a place that was once lively. Although, it was lively for the wrong reasons. Stupid teenagers carrying the weight of saving the world on their shoulders and handling world-ending threats that the Justice League were none the wiser to. Now, all that's left is a fractured mess.

"You're still young." Zordon replies, and Verity levels him with a look. That's a lie, a big lie, and he knows it. He lied to them before getting into this. He ruined all of their lives and now pretends it's okay. Well, the rest of them got on their feet. But Verity, she's still stuck here, drowning in a pool deeper than the ocean. This became her life at seventeen, and it would always be her life. When he says it, he almost sounds guilty, too. Like Zordon regrets dragging a bunch of high schoolers into two years of shit only for it all to crumble beneath them so fast. Like he regrets putting the weight of the world on Verity's anxiety-ridden shoulders. The five of them had been chosen by forces they didn't know and had to step up to fill the void left by the Rangers long dead. Her veins run red, redder than crimson, and her own blood. Her life had been upended and shattered, and now she had to rebuild again. Yet, she doesn't want to. It's comfortable down here, hiding alone and avoiding the outside world. "You could still go to university."

Verity doesn't speak anymore, mouth forming into a frown. She's mostly tuned out the movie now, Zordon's words bouncing off her skull. It's true, she could. But what university would take her? Perfect 4.0 till Junior year when it suddenly plummeted because of her secret life. She remembers the lectures from her parents about that, their voices still ringing in her skull sometimes late at night when she can't sleep. Looking down to her hands, she picks at the nail beds. It's boring down here, and yeah she wasn't really needed. The other Rangers were living their lives, she was the only one stuck in place by her own volition.

"I don't know..." She trails off. Zordon takes initiative though, because her answer wasn't a complete no. Her movie leaves the screen as names of colleges and universities flash by faster than she can read, only catching one or two names. The light burns her eyes, yet Verity doesn't blink as she tries to soak in just what he's doing. Transcripts, late applications because it's July and schools start next month, and all of her information and essays being written and filled out and sent at lightning speed. It takes a minute for things to comprehend, for her mind to catch up before Verity is stumbling out of the chair, pressing buttons rapidly. "Wait, wait, wait!" She rebuttles, panicked. "You can't just sign me up for college!"

"Too late." And God, she can hear the teasing in that motherfu— calm, Verity. You can't punch a hologram. It didn't work the last few hundred times. It's not gonna work now. However, that didn't stop her from bundling up her blanket and chucking it at Zordon, watching it go right through his face with a huff.

"Online college exists, why don't I just do that?" It sounded like she was back at home, bargaining with her parents about things she doesn't even remember— but most likely was related to the closely held secret of being a ranger. When was the last time she called her mom and dad? Or even her brother? Verity didn't remember.

Zordon doesn't answer, but there's rhythmic shuffling as the only other thing living here stumbles in. The metallic robot with glowing yellow eyes and a smart mouth, even though he technically didn't have one. "Reason: Socialization, noun. The act of mixing socially with others. Something you don't do.”

"Thanks, Alpha 5. You're so helpful." Verity drawls, staring down the bot who's been there as long as Zordon himself had been, if not longer. She stands to her feet, socks hitting the cold surface of the alien ship lodged far deep underground. Maybe there is a small part of her that knows they're right, which is embarrassing because both Zordon and Alpha 5 aren't alive. Anymore, at least, in Zordon's case. It feels heavier sometimes, because she's following his legacy left behind. A red ranger, making the ultimate sacrifice of his life for the great or good. She tried that, once, but it obviously didn't end the same. Did she wish that it did? The answer to that swings like a pendulum.

Picking the blanket had she thrown off the ground, Verity bundles it in her arms as she walks away from the command center and through the winding halls to her own room. The door slides open, and she sighs after it closes behind her. The blanket slips from her grasp, landing in a heap on the floor that she'd pick up later. In the span of a few minutes, she'd been applied against her will to over twenty colleges at least. One of them had to accept her, right? Sure, she was against going, but maybe it would be nice to know that she could have done something, and then she could spend the rest of her time wallowing in pity about that. Yeah, that sounded nice.

[jenny-from-the-bau]

I'm going to get as close to a 4.0 gpa for this bachelor's degree as I can. I know it doesn't really matter, but I'd feel stupid for doing another degree and not getting an A. Esp if I end up going to law school. There's no reason to get less than a 3.5 and I'm aiming for >3.8

[chuluoyi]

Hihiii I finally have the time to reply to this!!

AHAHHA you should accumulate all your leave days and go for a long break! If not a short trip to unwind. It'll definitely helppp

RIGHT like UGH this man is so.... UGHH I want to run my hands along his undercut and like HE'S SO PRETTY- I went nuts after watching JJK 0 [I started with the movie idk why] and after watching the series I'm like "I love this man he's so hot and funny at the same time." Then his collab arts... They're always so... He always looks so... Slutty I'm sorry but look at the Dolce and Gabbana art... The Tokyo tower collab too... Idk I can't find a better word to describe him...

Babe I understand that fear it ain't stupid! Not tryna scare you more but I remember when I was like 11? I was on a beach in Phuket when I picked up this super pretty shell buried in the sand. Then uk what? A worm wiggled out of it. I screamed so loud like wtf was that monstrosity 😭😭 I guess a way to prevent sand submerging your feet is to wear sandals or flip flops?

Oh man I never expected that you felt like that once too 😭 I understand the mum hanging you part... I think mine would skin me alive and feed me to my dogs... That's good to hear! I'm really glad you found a job to your liking. Thanks for the advice Chu!🥲🥲 You have no idea how much I appreciate that. It feels like my friends from Secondary school know what they're doing and are slowly leaving me behind ngl... One of my friends is in the same course as me, but in different schools. She got a GPA of 4.0 for the first semester... and cause I flunked my Econs and AI class I got like a 2.9... So yeah I really appreciate your encouraging words 😭

SUSHI ROLL HAHAHA HELPPPP HAHAHAHA Okay but I'm sure you're not like short short. I'm not that tall either ahhaha!

Queen SLAY AHAHHA they definitely deserved it! Even if you didn't speak up, I'm sure someone else would've done the same sooner or later. Fr they're so annoying bruh

Omg nice! Okay to me, "A good day to be a dog" is good. Maybe cause I'm still halfway through... But so far it's good! I find the plot pretty unique! Omg I added Gyeongseong creature to my list ahah! Yeah it actually looks good! Ngl I wasn't a fan of sweet home but I wanna watch Gyeongseong creature cause of Park Seojun hehehe I loved "What's wrong with secretary Kim?" so much!

RIGHT I'M SO SORRY BUT HE'S SO SEXY IN THAT UGHHH

Yes... It's always the food and snacks.... Omgod I get it. Like it's always about exam results and once I'm old enough they'll probs start talking about finding a boyfriend... Then it'll be a job... I'm not ready 🥲🥲 But Fr the only thing I look forward to is the 红包 like trust me I've been ready since last CNY. Take the money as our prize money for enduring the relatives' questions heh. I'm so surprised you celebrate CNY too tho like no offence but I really didn't expect that...

Dissolved is an understatement... Idk I'm probs the one dissolving... HELP confessing your sins?! 🫠🫠 All I did was to pray to my flower agate tower... Did it work? It probably didn't. But it was worth a try! Crystal manifesting is a stressful process you know?

Nono I'm really not smart I just grinded my ass off... I hate my education system..... AND FR Lit is annoying in that sense but I mean it's the closest thing to reading and writing that I have so...

YEAHH They're so cute! I think I have a soft spots for animals in general AHAHH

Exercise... 🫠🫠🫠🫠 What's that?

Thanks sm Chu!! I will! I'm waiting for 3rd March to come cause I'm going for Taytay's concert woohooo That's probably the only good thing that's gonna happen to me this year so I'm gonna cherish it!

Also I'm so happy to be your first emoji anon It's an honour 😫😫

AND your Marius card! He's so hot in that omg and Rosa... ROSA IS SO PRETTY DGSDVXDHJ AHH

I managed to get Luke from the free 10-time! And I'm tryna get Artem now! I haven't gotten an Artem card in ages... Also what do you think about the new event? I think it's pretty cool! Much better than the others!

-🪩

disco anonn!! i finally can sit down to reply you!!🥹

i'm so doing that!! i plan to take a week-long vacation too in mid year so that i can leave everything in the dust ehe

HAHAHAHAHAH omg that's precisely also my reaction!!😫 you know i first came to know gojo not from jjk but from @/saintobio's sincerely not series. and he is written a prick there so i didn't have a good impression🥲 but then my bf roped me into jjk and then i see it firsthand and AAAA i'm down so bad for this prick uHHHH and that's so true the power behind that undercut is so🥲 that's totally okay i think of him as the best slut there is AHAHAHAH

A WORM😭😭😭 i'd flip and fall😭 i do wear flipflops but still... what's flipflops gonna do against the sand?🫠 during my company retreat last year, i wear flipflops and but my feet would crash against... rocks?🫠 it hurts *sobsobsob* and it got inside my nails i was like 😭

AHAHAHHAAHAH THAT'S SO TRUE OUR MOM😭😭😭 aww you're very much welcome!! i wished someone would say that to me too and i'm glad that you're encouraged🥹 ahh don't worry! GPA isn't everything. in real world, what matters the most is our communication skills and how we present myself🥹 not to brag, but my last GPA is 3.56 and my friend's is like 3.9-ish (nearing perfect omg) but now i got the better exposure and ratings🥲 my team leader says that's because i make friends with everyone and do presentations better than her (simple things like presentations matters a lot apparently i just knew it🥲) but that's not to say that we should ditch our GPA... just study well and do your best! <3 God will do the rest i assure you! don't give up, disco anon!! <3

i relate to you, me and my friends used to be a group of 6, but now the one who sticks with me is just one🥹 it hurts but sometimes that's just the way it is... especially when we don't share the same interest...

I'M A WALKING SUSHI ROLL REALLY AJAISJDAOISJDAS

okay i think there are at least 3 people saying that a good day to be a dog is good so... i relent🥹 i'll watch it!! PARK SEOJUN is so dayum there omg he's so pristine and aisjdoasjda okay i'm totally normal about him... totally... normal... the plot is unique and i love it but yes, i do have to agree that the CGI looks a bit off🥲 but pay that no mind and just look at park seojoon🥹 everything will be well AHAHAHA

HAHAHAHAHA OMG WE'RE SO THE SAMEE i used to get the boyfriend asks a lot and they even tried to set me up!!😭 thank god i found a bf already or else they'll start putting me up for sale😭 that aside, don't take those questions to heart, that's just how nosy aunties are🥹 ah fyi, i'm of chinese descent so i totally celebrate the chinese new year and all of those praying anniversaries that i... don't remember a single thing about🥲

HAHAH THAT'S SO FUNNY pls disco anon don't dissolve😭 omg flower agate tower?? i lit looked it up... what is this?🥹 it looks cute and it says it's for healing... (pls correct me if i'm wrong because... most likely i am...)

oh my!! i'm so happy for you!!🥹 honestly some people in my office have gone to her concert too and i'm interested... but i'm not a fan of being squished in the spectator stands🥲 wishing you to have the most fun there!! <3

ADAKSJNDAKSJDA omg marius he's draining my schips and NOW I WANT LUKE TOO BUT AKDASDA I CAN ONLY DEPEND FROM THE DAILY(?) FREE PULLS AND I HAVEN'T GOTTEN HIM STILLL i forgot that it's the pilot card that i've been looking forward too omg i was so in for the suspense and all but i was too blinded by marius😭 YES it's so fun! tbh during bakerlon and the cafe event i was like ??? many times but here it's so engaging and everyone looks so pretty!!🥹 rosa in chinese qipao is sooo pretty godsssss i don't usually stan for girls but she's the only exception!!

have you caught up with the main story and all? honestly i haven't been able to catch up with it🥲

[roffmychest]

(CW for ableism, misogyny, sex, stalking, harassment, slutshaming)

I hate having autism because I have to do everything perfectly. Otherwise, my rights get taken away! Autism parents are a special kind of evil. If you don’t do everything perfectly on the first try, even if it’s something you have zero experience with, you’re never allowed to do it again and get treated like a toddler as a result.

A good example of this is how I was removed from public school as a 16-year-old because I got a C in one fucking class. I aced everything else but because I messed up that one class and got harassed over and over again by one particular guy and his stupid friends, my mother decided that I was too autistic to be successful in public school.

Instead, she placed me in a private pseudo-school for autistic people. It was made by a lady with no formal educational training who had an autistic son. They taught us well below our actual grade level. I had no contact with other children my age for the rest of my high school education because the vast majority of them were in middle or elementary school. The stuff they taught me was stuff I learned in middle school. I have a diploma, but it’s fucking bogus. I never learned more advanced, mathematics, or had the opportunity to take a foreign language class like I was supposed to.

 I’m also not allowed to date anymore! My mother is one of those insufferable nerdy girls who brags about how she’s not like other girls and likes to put down “stupid women” which in her mind is anyone who isn’t her. The first relationship I was in was with a guy when I was between the ages of 20 and 22. I waited for a whole year before sleeping with him. I went on birth control, and I asked him to use a condom. However, he dumped me and my mom said it was because I chose to have premarital sex, and therefore cheapened myself.

In spite of my educational setbacks, after much pleading with my mother, I was allowed to apply to a college and got accepted. I did really well up through my junior year. 4.0 GPA every semester, no partying, no dating, no friends. I was a model student. At least until I got sick. I came down with pneumonia. That wouldn’t go away despite two rounds of antibiotics and got sent to the hospital. I had to withdraw. After that she decided I couldn’t handle college and wouldn’t let me go back. She refuses to pay for another year because I wasted her money by getting sick. Fuck me and fuck my stupid worthless immune system.

She told me that by choosing to sleep with him, I had exercised, poor judgment, and could not be trusted to consent. After that my access to birth control was removed, and every interaction I had with a man my age was closely monitored to ensure there was no chance of me ever being romantically involved with somebody else. She had me ruled as incapable of consent, even though what me and my boyfriend did was a mutual decision. I had to listen to that bitch tell me for weeks that I was worthless for a relationship now, and was nothing more than blown out street meat. I hate her, I hate him, but I hate myself more than both of them.

One of my old coworkers started stalking me. They figured out where I lived because they were friends with somebody who lived in my apartment complex. They didn’t start stalking me until months later. My mom says it’s my fault because I exchanged contact information with most of my coworkers in case we needed to contact each other to have someone cover or something. At the time, my coworker wasn’t stalking me. I didn’t know they were that kind of person but it’s still my fault and now I’m not allowed to work anymore.

I moved out and was happy for a little while with the life that I built for myself. Except then they switched management, and the new management changed the terms of my lease. Now I have to move. Now she’s having an intervention with the rest of my family to evaluate my intellectual competence because she wants to be placed under a conservatorship

 And people wonder why I’m so perfectionistic. Why I am such a fucking control freak. I actually didn’t used to be like this until she started treating me differently after my diagnosis. I used to be normal until I had to earn my fucking humanity.  When your autonomy, human rights, your very existence, hinges on absolute perfection, you will understand. This is why I need a back up plan for my back up for my back up plan. This is why I meticulously micromanage every single tiny thing I try to do. This is why I am so bossy whenever I have to work with other people. They might have room for error, but I don’t. Any mistakes they make, no matter how small, reflect poorly upon me. I am aware how a narcissistic that sounds, but that’s the reality of my situation. And people wonder why I hate myself so much



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[my-own-walker]

Someone You've Never Seen Before

A Kyle Spencer Fan Fiction

frat!kyle AU, fem!main character, sexual themes, mature language, use of drugs and alcohol, frat boy antics

3.

I slammed the apartment door shut and threw my bag onto the ground. My keys landed with a loud clatter on the counter. My boots clunked against the wall after kicking them off as hard as possible. 

"Jesus, Han, what's your damage?" Lily groaned, emerging from her room. She was nursing a mighty hangover. Pi Phi took "Thirsty Thursdays" seriously.

"That fucking class makes me sick," I spat, throwing myself onto the couch. I looked over at Lily who had shuffled further into the living room. It was only the second week of classes and she had already skipped three lectures.

"What class?" she asked, dragging her feet as she traveled to the kitchen. She turned the tap on and poured herself a glass of water.

I chewed my cheek, pulling my legs up to sit criss-cross-applesauce on the sofa. "Calculus," I sighed, throwing my head back. "Another quiz today."

"Why the fuck did you sign up for calculus, Hannah?" Lily scoffed, throwing a few pills into her mouth before using her water to swallow them. "You know you suck at math. Why such a hard class?" she continued after a large gulp.

"Man, I was late for registration, remember? It was the only math available."

"I just don't understand why you didn't hold off until next semester, or even next year, then," she shrugged. She walked to join me on the sofa. She sat and swung her legs up to the side and rested her head on my shoulder. 

"I wanna take fun classes my senior year," I whined. "I can't hold it off forever." Lily nestled into the crook of my neck.

"What upset you today anyways?" she asked.

"Pretty sure I failed another quiz. I am going to ruin my GPA for a stupid math credit," I muttered. "Plus, I humiliated the fuck out of myself."

"How so?"

"I was desperate. Like, my mind was fucking blank. So I decided to try to cheat," I replied sheepishly. Lily popped her head up and looked at me, baffled. 

For some helpful context, I was practically a perfect student. High school Hannah graduated with a 4.0 GPA. I was involved in student government, theater, and the French club. I was on the honor roll and was in the running for valedictorian. I excelled so much that I got into every college I applied to. I received decent scholarships, if not full rides, from each university as well.

I never got in trouble, either. Along with my good grades, I was also a model student. I never skipped school, I never cheated on tests, and I sure as hell never got yelled at by my teachers. I was so scared of being reprimanded that I worked extra hard to be flawless. The only time I could remember being told off by a teacher was during fourth grade. She didn't even yell at me, per se. She questioned the integrity of my reading log, thinking I may have forged my mother's signature, and I lost it.

My need for perfection didn't stop when I started college. Lily would always make fun of me for how hard I tried to get perfect grades in every single class. I wanted to keep my options open in terms of grad school, so I had to continue to excel. She swore I would develop a stomach ulcer one day because of the stress I put on myself. The Hannah she knew would never cheat.

"I know, Lily," I groaned. "But I couldn't not. I can't fail this shitty class."

"So you tried to cheat. Tried. What happened?" she asked. "Did you get caught or something?"

"Yes, but not by the professor. The kid I was cheating off of caught me," I laughed, shaking my head at myself. "Kyle fucking Spencer. The frat guy."

"Hannah," Lily gasped.

"I know."

"That's so bad. Humiliating almost. What the fuck made you decide to do that? Like, Kyle Spencer. Kyle Spencer of Kappa Lambda Gamma," she cried.

"He's like, scary good in the class. He's a math god or something. I couldn't help but notice so I leaned over to see his answers," I explained. "He saw me and covered his paper, then made fun of me outside as I was leaving."

"That's so bad," Lily audibly whispered. 

"I fuckin' know," I uttered. Lily returned her head to my shoulder. I relaxed into her and pulled my cell phone out of my pants pocket. I mindlessly scrolled Twitter, trying to forget everything that had transpired in the day. I was so embarrassed and likely failing calculus. Lily shifted next to me and sniffed.

"I don't feel good," she groaned. I rubbed her arm knowingly.

"You know what would make you feel better?" 

"What?"

"Alcohol," I replied deviously. Lily sat up quickly to look me in the eyes. She feigned a gag before mustering a response.

"You're kidding." She flopped back onto the other side of the couch demonstratively. "Hannah, I can't even think about drinking right now."

"Did you ever hear of 'Hair of the Dog'?" I scoffed.

"No, Han, I'm not a bastard Bostonian," she moaned. "I don't know any stupid northern sayings like that."

I reached over and smacked her leg lightly. "Excuse me, miss," I gasped. "I'll have you know that that is NOT just a northern-exclusive saying. And, I am not from Boston." I folded my arms over my chest, feigning shock. "Hair of the Dog is drinking more when you're hungover, bitch. It's supposed to help."

"I think you're an alcoholic," Lily murmured. 

I stood from the sofa and padded over to the kitchen, electing to make myself something to eat before drowning in liquor. We needed to go grocery shopping. There wasn't much left in the pantry besides bread and various cans of vegetables and soup. I decided some toast would be fine.

"On second thought, Hannah," Lily called from the other room, "I think I need a fuckin' drink."

"That's my girl," I smiled, satisfied with my job of convincing my friend to engage in bad behavior with me. 

+

I knew from the second I met Lily Davies that I'd have my hands full. She garnered everyone's attention. She was a bright light that no one could take their eyes off of. Lily was beautiful. And I'm not saying that lightly. There was a light in her eyes that let others know she wasn't some run-of-the-mill pretty girl. No. She was witty. Funny. She could draw a crowd.

I consider myself so lucky to have her. When we met, I half expected her to laugh in my face. In my eyes, we existed on two very different planes. Nonetheless, we clicked, and for that, I was forever grateful. At parties like this, she commanded the room, while I became a wallflower. Our relationship was simple. She would drag me to parties, I would be her de-facto bodyguard, she would have fun, and I would make sure we got home in one piece.

I watched her as she danced in her itty-bitty black dress. Her shiny blonde hair bounced as she moved and the light hit her skin perfectly. I kept my eyes fixated on her. I was more than happy with being the sidekick in Lily's story. More than happy to be the bad guy that pulled her away from unsavory men. She was a sunflower and I was her stem, supporting her through anything.

She had the power to say things to men that would steal their breath and make them delirious. It was dizzying. I made it my personal job to rescue her from situations she didn't want to find herself in. When she got drunk, she got flirty, and college boys have an easy time taking things the wrong way.

We landed on heading to Tau Kappa Epsilon's beginning-of-semester party after much debate. When I begged Lily to drink with me, I meant in our apartment, watching movies and eating disgusting quantities of junk food. All fraternities and sororities on campus were invited, though. So there I went, supporting my best friend in her social endeavors. 

The crowd was suffocating. TKE's house wasn't big enough to hold an event like that. But Lily still found a way to dance. She was like that. With good music and a little something to drink, she was the life of the party. 

I left her to go get us some more drinks. We pre-gamed the party in the apartment. The plan was to arrive drunk and get home relatively sober. But once we got there, she decided she needed something more. I didn't trust the knuckleheads serving the alcohol to not give her something extra in her drink if she went to get it herself. Instead of joining her, though, I delivered her a red solo cup full of cheap beer and returned to my spot against the wall. It wasn't a pleasant night for a party of this caliber. I sweat bullets through my dress.

Party attire was important. I didn't care much for dresses, but the situation I found myself in warranted it. Out of sheer avoidance of great guy bullies making fun of me, I settled on a loose-fitting floral print dress I found at a thrift store. Regardless of how cooling it should have been, the humidity in the air was unbearable. Maybe I shouldn't have worn the Doc Martens.

I looked back over at Lily and found that the wolves had descended on her. Two guys, the identities of which I couldn't make out, stood uncomfortably close to her. They were stooped down, I assume in an attempt to hear her better.

I could tell by the way he was holding himself, that one of the dudes thought he was the shit. He stood with his shoulders wide and his chin tilted upward.  I grew sick watching him speak closely to her ear. She replied with a smile to whatever he said, looking up at him with her sparkly doe eyes. I could see this ending horribly. I began meandering through the throngs of people, trying to get to her before it was too late.

As I was steps away from Lily and the two frat guys, I watched one place a hand on her hip, pulling her closer to him. Her eyes widened and her stance stiffened up. She was clearly uncomfortable.

"Hey, asshole!" I shouted. "Get your fucking hands off her!"

"Hey, hey," The guy shouted protectively, throwing his hands up. He turned to face me, and to my dismay, it was Kyle. "What's good?"

"Do you mind letting go of her, please?" I spat, standing with my arms folded. Lily looked at me with pleading eyes. I could see by the way she was swaying that she was very drunk. The poor girl had problems standing up for herself, but that's what I was there for.

"She doesn't have a problem with me, right Lily?" Kyle replied, hugging my best friend tighter, playfully mussing up her hair.

"Bro, let go of her," I persisted, stepping forward slightly. 

"I'm not doing anythi-"

"I will fucking scream," I yelled, interrupting him.

"Fine, fine," Kyle laughed, releasing Lily from his grasp and shoving her gently in my direction. He looked at his frat brother, Ethan with wide eyes and chuckled again. "What, are you like, in love with her?" He was trying to tease me, but I was too angry to care.

"Shut the fuck up, Spencer," I gritted back, grabbing Lily by the hand, and beginning to walk away.

"Hey, you didn't think so bad of me when you were looking at my quiz earlier," he called after me, punctuating the barb with a laugh. I didn't turn around, though. Instead, I continued to weave through the crowd, trying to get to the door.

I muttered a softly spoken magic spell willing the universe to have Kyle get hit by a bus on his way home.

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[pochqmqri]

It has now been a full year since my ex broke up with me, after "no longer having any romantic feelings" for me. The same ex who had been so dismissive of my sexual wants in our relationship, that she would never give the time of day to even look at or compliment any of my nudes because she was asexual now, that she didn't feel horny anymore to engage in sexting, but would continue on the side to do those activities with random strangers on her 18+ accounts. The same one who, on the day of the breakup, just before it, asked to see my nudes to "test something," since she was "feeling horny again and wanted to check against something [she] knew she wasn't for," only to break the bad news after, and then criticize my nudes because she only likes "full body shots" despite constantly sharing tummy and dick pics of other random girls. The same one who said that when she reblogged posts about girlcock, she said it was "only in jest" and didn't mean that she was sexually attracted to me, that is, I was being fetishized by her. I'm not going to say another trans woman is a chaser, but she was showing chaser tendencies. The same one who would engage in sexting with other members of the polycule server I used to be in, but when I brought up that I felt left out, she said there was nothing she could do about that. The same one who refused to be there for me emotionally during our relationship, such as when my own native country was being coup'd, or when my friend's mom died after a driver hit her, that she didn't have "the spoons" and would consistently pass it over to our other (an another ex) partner or ask if I had a therapist to talk to, treating the polycule like she could designate tasks she didn't want to do with me to other people.

It's also been a full year since I last talked to her, the last thing I said to her being that she had gaslighted me too many times in our relationship, and her last thing trying to deny it, ending with, "seeing all this, i feel like you were only looking at my sexual side as if you were trying to isolate it from the rest of my self but in doing so failed to understand key things about myself as a whole, hence your confusion as to why i would interact with sexual content that i wouldn't theoretically like." I have several regrets of that relationship, such as spending an exorbitant amount on Canadian shipping to give her gifts for her birthday from Japan, which she felt no real remorse for in our breakup, but one regret that sticks with me was how I should have called her out on her hypocrisy and been more rude about it. I was stupid for letting her get away with so much, and she was thus able to get away scot-free thinking that she did nothing wrong (technically it was a centrist both-sidesy "neither of us did anything wrong uwu" thing).

Directly following the aftermath, I had to set aside my emotions, because I was in the midst of finals week for my last semester of university as an undergrad. If she had been waiting about a week and a half to break up with me, I would have appreciated it if she waited a little bit longer until I was done with school. Nevertheless, I persevered and maintained a 4.0 GPA.

Over the summer, my ex would coax her partner (also my ex but broke up with me a month earlier) to move in with her across the country. They had planned this for a while now. I was a bit envious, two trans girls in an online relationship finally moving in together, that's the dream isn't it? Looking back, it was funny that my ex, who when we started dating, was in a polycule dating four other girls including me, then proceeded to lose each girl one by one with me as the second-to-last one. It's almost like I was just a "test." I spent my summer looking to get hired, though I had little luck being a bio major with barely any experience. I had to settle on unpaid internships for a while, where I was treated like shit and made to do menial tasks.

I wasn't doing well, even a few months after, I was lonely. I still had my online friends, who stuck by me, but I realize that after my horrible experience in an online relationship with her, I no longer wanted to go headfirst into something like that again. I didn't want to "e-date," and I wanted to make more friends IRL. After graduating, I lost touch with a bunch of people, including my work friends who I cherished a lot, and I was back to my reclusive ways. This all stems from my insecurities of being closeted IRL, how it's hard for me to create a "fake face" to make and keep friends, and even that I'm ashamed to date if I haven't even bothered to come out as my true self, because I'm lying to everyone including myself. Yet still, I made the effort to reconnect with a few friends in person, even one who I had not talked to for about four years. I'm still working on that though.

My fortune that year turned around towards the last few months, when I went on vacation to visit my relatives in Australia. It was the first time I left the U.S. since early 2018. I enjoyed my time there greatly, I got to see and do so many cool things, such as snorkel in the Great Barrier Reef. It definitely helped take my mind of my ex.

When I came back to the U.S. earlier this year, I had to hit the grind on job hunting again, and I still wasn't very successful on that, especially since I promised to no longer work for free again. Luckily, at that point, I was working part-time as a babysitter for a family friend's child, being paid pretty well. Around late March, I went back to one of my internships (one that treated me much better) and did a paid internship with them, of which I just completed recently.

As of my ex, I learned back in April that she debuted as a vtuber, with a live rig and such. I knew she was considering it a year ago, and though I don't care about that subculture, I would have supported her had we been still together. What's peculiar is that she wanted to study to become a pharmacy tech, and that she would get a stable income from that to become a vtuber...I guess she got that "stable income" rather quickly, since live rigs cost hundreds of dollars. It's really suspicious to me that she's able to sit on her ass pretending to be a "nekomata slime girl" (who's actually white) that can speak Japanese, playing video games, while her current partner since moving in with her last July, has made several donation posts asking for money due to her struggling to find a job. It feels extremely selfish to me.

I thought about if I should call out my ex, with all the receipts on what she did to me, along with her seemingly not helping her partner pay the bills as a no-name vtuber isn't making much anyways. For the receipts, I thought that they were too personal and people would see it as stuff that "should stay in the DMs" so I stalled on the issue. Not to mention, because she's no-name and doesn't even have 100 followers, I thought it would be cruel to even target her.

Over the last couple of weeks, I settled on a decision. I'm moving on. That doesn't mean I forgive her, or that there's a chance I will at this rate, when she rebranded as a vtuber, she unfriended me on Discord (of which I never messaged her since the breakup but kept it open in case there was an opportunity to talk again), which probably makes it clear that she wants nothing to do with me anymore. I don't want to get "revenge" or even with her anymore, because I already have the best kind of such, which is the way I currently live. I could do better for sure, but looking back at the past year since the break up, I'm much happier without her, I've experienced a lot of new things on my own, met new people and reconciled with old ones. I spent time streaming anime with friends again, hung out with a friend downtown, been making and saving up money, and there's so much more ahead for me. I haven't come out publicly and transitioned to be my truest and fullest self yet, but I know that will happen eventually, that I will have the courage to do so, even if not to my family, in stealth. I want to maybe go on a trip by myself to see friends who live far away, I want to go back to being my pre-pandemic self. I don't want to be tethered to her any longer, I want to take more risks in my life, stop feeling too comfortable.

[captawesomesauce]

Thoughts at 1020am

The whole college football re-alignment has me so out of sorts.

I hate it. I hate that it was driven by tv money more than anything. I hate that it took what was GOOD about college sports - the history, the rivalries, the geography - and just ripped it to shreds.

Conferences should be based on both geography and similarity. You don't want a school where the average entry GPA is 2.0 going against one where a 4.0 is "not enough". You also don't want small liberal arts colleges going against giant research institutions 100x their size. And most of all, you want your teams to play schools nearby!

Now with the demise of the PAC-12, it's all ripped to shreds. No more Wash vs Wash St / no more Apple Cup, No more Oregon vs Ore state, who knows what will happen to the Arizona schools, UCLA vs Berkeley is no more and it's all so stupid.

While college football gets the majority of the attention, it's really bad for "olympic" sports that don't have large budgets, that do things more than once a week, and now will spend so much more time flying, out of state, and away from campus.

The NCAA really is such shit.

[hellosaysnoxx]

whoaa cool blog hey!!! can i have a south park matchup :-)

im a teen in high school and my style is kind of slightly-alternative??? like a middle schooler would call me emo but also it's just smudged eyeliner and fluffy bleached hair- i dress more like uhh https://pin.it/6yJ99JL that general look

i like the cure and the smiths and radiohead and loser music idk

i'm a dude but also i'm like SO high maintenance- i'll show up to school 15 minutes late with my eyeliner and fake freckles and curled hair. i once dide show uo to school because my hair iron broke and i look stupid with my natural 1a hair its like a bowl cut

i'll show up to 4th period after luncj with an iced coffee and red bull and finish both by the bell- teachers have emailed me about it 😭

my personality is like. hmm

i act really aloof and probably kind of awkward and rude because i dont know how to talk to people

but once you get to know me im actyally like insane like INSANE

i dont shut up i will NEVER shut up i will text you at 1am and be like "do you think it would be good if i put ketchup in macking cheese is that normal"

but despite that i'm surprisingly emotionally intelligent- something i take pride in

i'm very reasonable in conflict and i can separate emotion from logic

plus i'm really good at articulating myself!!! i can communicate well and i' patient with a lot of people

also im kind of a dumbass but i also have a 4.0 gpa and i do competetive classical piano (sterotypical asian kid moment)

HEY ANON!! :P

So first of all, you seem so cool like HAIDBDINDJFBDBBD/pos

Second of all, you didn't add what kind of relationship you wanted, so I'm just going to go with a platonic one (I hope that's okay😭)

Also, I hope you read the rules because I say there that I am not good at South Park matchups, so don't expect me to be a really accurate person😞

Not proof read!! (Usually never is sorry)

Anyway!! You're matchup isssss.....

Kenny Mccormick

He did call you emo once, but that was with Cartman😭

Sometimes, during school, he'll see you be there for like an hour and then leave, and he's wondering what you're doing and why you leave so early, especially in your grade

But then he doesn't really mind, what's his business

When he apologizes for calling you emo, you both get to know each other better

He LOVES your insane personality/p (platonic)

You're like his older sibling, and you'll both cause mischief together sometimes

Also, he doesn't really care if you don't shut up

You both would text random shit during 1am fr💀

*Readers name* - Do you think it would be good if I put ketchup in Mac n cheese is that normal?

Kenny - Put mustard on it too

He's also really happy that you sometimes have your serious moments

Is also happy that you care and is really grateful that you have patience

YOU PLAY PIANO??

"Can you play the among us theme song?"

Would ask you so many things about why you play the piano

He didn't expect it

Will be angry if Cartman comments "Asian kid" to you for playing the piano

He'll see you sometimes in the hallway and chat with you for a while

When he introduces you to Cartman, Kyle and Stan they were scared and thought you kind of seemed cool

But Cartman called you emo and then they left

Kenny was still there, tho and apologized for him💀

He texts you 24/7 and sends the most random sh1t ever

You don't know how he got your number

I think you both would be sending weird shit together, having a silly talk🤩

You collect random stuff? He'll give you random stuff

In the hallways, he gives you a small piece of metal and walks away

Also, your nickname is Crow now

YAY I'M FINALLY DONE AND I HAD MOTIVATION😍

I hope you have a good day/night anon!♡/p

[areus-in-a-little-cave]

hi areus!

i saw you were asking about the slugged as fuck american public school system (tm) and as a resident american-who-survived-and-succeeded in said public school system, i am here to provide assistance!

so in America, one of the biggest things is that there is no standardized education standard for the entire country. each state, and most of the time each school system has their standards that they require the graduates to meet to graduate. so in some states, the requirements to graduate high school are much different than other states.

because of this, there’s really no way to see how well students do against each other. you might graduate from a small rural school with a 4.0 gpa and not have been as challenged as someone who goes to one of the best school districts in the country graduating with a 4.0 gpa. this then causes problems with applying to college, because to colleges, on paper, the two students look the same, but there’s no way to tell if they’ve been held to the same education standards or not.

now arises the point of AP classes, the SAT and ACT.

so the SAT and ACTs are tests provided by a private company (College Board for SAT and ACT is it’s own company) that provide a standard test on materials you should know by the time you are a junior in high school (age 16-17), the year before you graduate college. by taking these tests, you get a score that compares you to everyone else in the country, and places you on a comparison that the american public school system doesn’t. colleges like this, because then they can see how well you stand compared to other students in the country, not just in your school district.

the differences between the two are literally just the company. the ACT is a bit easier (it has a reading, writing (grammar), science and math section and optional essay) and you get graded in each section on a scale from 0-36, and a cumulative score that combines them. the ACT scores look like this:

and you can send them to colleges to get scholarships and stuff (usually they don’t require them anymore)

the SAT is very similar (english section, math section, optional essay), but is so much harder for some reason. they grade you on a scale of 1600 and give you a percentile based off of where your score is compared to everyone else who took the test. you can also take “subject tests” which test you more intensely on certain subjects (usually needed for ivy league schools and that’s it, not many people do this). PSAT are the tests you take in freshman and sophomore year to practice for the SAT. they look like this when you get scores back:

AP exams are also run by college board, and more intense, college level classes you take in school. these have a test at the end of the year that they are really strict about (literally everyone takes the same test at the same time no matter where you are, meaning the hawaii and alaska kids take them at like 5 am) and you get a score (1-5) which tells you how you do. you can take as many of these as you want, all the tests are at different times over a two week period in May. the most i’ve taken at once is three classes, but i’ve had friends who have taken eight.

also yes, you have to pay for each of these exams. most schools have financial aid to help, but each ap exam was around $90 and the sat was the same? i don’t remember how much the ACT was but it was around $70 i think. you can also retake however many times you want to send in your best scores to colleges.

anyway, i fucking hate college board it’s my enemy, we shouldn’t have to pay to get a standardized score in this stupid country, but that’s the basics of american school stuff.

So Canadian schools also deal with the problem of each school grading seperately, so there's bias when it comes to what high school you're from for universities, but we don't have a test country wide for it. I think that could be like a good idea if it didn't cost money like if it's mandatory then why make it cost so much

The whole system just seems so convoluted tbh

[ginger-grimm]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

CONNIE CUNNINGHAM in SAVE A PRAYER

Connie Cunningham is nothing if not predictable. Always on time to work at the record store located across Family Video, keeping her 4.0 GPA in High School, attending church service every Sunday morning.

Except, starting in her Senior Year, Connie becomes more and more unpredictable. When she isn't shielding her twin sister Chrissy from her mothers fat shaming, or trying to keep the store running smoothly while her manager is away, she's sneaking off into the woods to hook up with Eddie Munson

But she has bigger secrets. And when her sister is found horribly mutilated at her boyfriend's house, Connie realizes her secrets might be the death of her.

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57 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

#4

I swear on every procedural crime show there needs to be at least one older gentleman who's been divorced like ten times

64 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

#3

See the full post

67 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

#2

New ask game: Send me 📸 + OC and I will share 1-6 pics that they have in their camera roll

83 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

If ya’ll could not expect people to know all the celebrity scandals and dramas out there that would be just peachy. There is a way to make someone aware of a bad thing a celebrity has done without calling them vicious names or accusing them of being a r*pe supporter or racist or whatnot. You may not believe this, but there are people in the world who genuinely might not know what celebrities do at all times, when they scout for faceclaims for characters they might not go through their entire history. It’s absolutely stupid to treat people like they’re all-knowing beings. If you’re genuinely that in tune with all-things celeb gossip and scandals, good for you, you seem to have plenty of time on your hands, but leave other people out of that shit.

You have zero clue what the person behind that screen has gone through in their own life. When you call them such vile words, you may rip open old wounds that had just healed or begun to heal. Can’t you ever take a step back to look at what you’re writing before you send stupid fucking anons and throw around hurtful accusations with literally zero ounces of proof. You should all she ashamed of yourselves.

90 notes - Posted April 14, 2022

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