#you scoring a 100??

[skeptical-saniwa]

love your art!! your neuvillete is GORGEOUS. can i request a cheerful ratio? <3

Ty anon!! It was the first time drawing him 😇

Here he is!! :)

[choscar-op81]

[daisiesaredazy]

📝 Aced It !

ᝰ REDACTED x GN READER .ᐟ✮⋆˙

(REDACTED belongs to @14dayswithyou!)

(short text fic because I’ve been so busy recently and got no time to write a long story :( sorry </3)

📚

angel:

lol renren guess what!? 😌

redacted:

what?

oh wait

i know

u got a hundred on ur exam

angel:

OKAYYY?? STALKER MUCH 🤨

STOP IT

IT WAS GONNA BE A SURPRISE 😔

redacted: 

surprise? i knew it was comin from a mile away

after all

ur smart my angel

angel:

ughhhh STAWWWPP IT

I’m blushing

redacted:

I know i can see u rn kicking ur feet n squealing

ur so cute ilysm 💙

angel:

…

stop watching me through my cctv cameras 👺

NO YOUUUU UGH COME OVER RIGHT NOW WE NEED TO CELEBRATE BOOKIE <3

redacted:

sure of course taking notes.. 👀

ok omw bookie <3

angel:

WAIR NO DONT COME OVER

STOP. PAUSE.

redacted:

too late im coming over 

angel:

NONONO

you cantttt i have to study & if you come over i wont get anything done because your fine face is gonna distract me then i have to do chores then im gonna have a crisis thinking other people could take you away from me 😩

redacted:

lol jokes on u i hate everybody but u

so don’t worry

also i can just stay in a different room

n celebrate silently

angel:

what is the point of you coming over then 😭

redacted:

so I can celebrate with u

i’ll bring ur favorite dessert too

or food like anything

then leave u alone 2 do stuff then when ur done we can do wtvr

and say hooray in the corner 

angel: 

LOL stop you’re so adorable 

okay fine come over

redacted: 

YAY

i mean ok 

oops

angel:

HELP DID YOU JUST BREAK CHARACTER FOR A SEC

you usually never text in caps 😭😭

redacted:

accidentally pressed caps lock

don’t wanna sound like im shouting at u

so that’s why i never use it

angel:

green flag behavior

redacted:

:)

angel:

please come over right now pretty please

redacted:

been at ur front door waiting

angel:

WHAT

redacted:

im inside ur house 

used the spare key

hope that’s ok

angel:

OKKKAYUY i heard the door open and panicked I thought it was a robber 🥲

i got my Haruko plushie and hugged him cause he’ll protect me

redacted:

yeah i am

gonna go rob ur Haruko plushie 

so u can hug me instead cutie

[jokzs]

[shigayokagayama]

its so crazy that no one ever mentions that teru is canon a basketball player (omake where he speedran terrorist murder bc mob needed help). who was he hooping with

with the amount of random talents teru has (soccer, piano, basketball, etc) i imagine his parents signed him up for literally everything as a kid and he would just dedicate himself to mastering it then get bored and drop it within a few months

[spaciebabie]

AUTISM POG

[le-songproj]

Live Emotion Song Spreadsheet Project

I've started putting together a simple spreadsheet of song information for the game in hopes it'll be useful for the various events we get!

Includes: Singer(s), Song Titles, Length, and Note Count for all the difficulties!

It's also color coded by Singer color(s) and the difficulty, PLUS it's set up so the songs involved in the current event will be highlighted for easy comparisons too~

Currently we have: - All current event songs, Easy+Normal+Hard (4/6 have Expert) - All Group/Duo/Trio songs, Easy+Normal (1 has Hard)

I would love to ask for your help filling out things much faster! If you happen to know any note totals for any of the songs (or just have a screenshot of ur score page) please let me know!!!

Hard+Expert notes are most appreciated as I personally only just started doing those higher difficulties after the last event so those will take me the longest for me to get through. But anything and everything you guys can provide regardless of what difficulty is appreciated and will save me so much time!!

Just shoot dm/ask/submission or even reply to this post please and thank you <3

[gremlingirlsmell]

wait how does chance work actually so when you have a 1 in 4 chance to get the wheel, that should mean on average you should get it in 4 tries right? but thats obviously wrong and too simple. but doesnt it actually work like chance^tries, so for example wouldn't it be (3/4)^4 for not getting the wheel four times, which is about 31%. and then the chance of getting it should be the chance of not-not getting the wheel, so the inverse of that, so 69%? or is that conclusion wrong? anyways, nice

[hannahssimblr]

I open the envelope on the stairs. The same stairs I spent six years rushing up and down, going from class to class, that was always bustling with students, bumping shoulders, swinging school bags, yet here I am, on an empty staircase in the building I thought I’d never be inside again. All the people I thought I’d never have to see again are here too, milling in and out of the foyer, collecting envelopes, telling each other about their summer. Somehow I’d forgotten I would have to do this. 

I keep to myself, wishing to minimise any conversation. Get in, get out, that’s the plan. I slip my thumbnail under the lip of the envelope and pull my results out. 

Mathematics A1 English A1 Art A1 Biology B3 Geography B1 German A2

Oh, Jesus Christ. There’s a roaring in my ears. I shove my grades back into the envelope before anyone can see them, then add up the score in my head.

Five-fifty. Is that possible? I peek inside to check again. 

Yes. Five-fifty. 

I blow out a lungful of air. How can this be? I’m famously a fucking idiot. This is a disruption to my worldview. I hardly even studied towards the end of the year, so how in the-

“Jude?” Someone steps into my space, and I have to suppress a groan as Sam from the yearbook committee stands over me, looking completely misplaced without his uniform on. It’s like the freakish experience of seeing your teacher in the supermarket. Sam, without his starched uniform shirt and perfectly knotted tie, is hardly Sam at all. Perhaps he thinks the same of me without my tie, which was always hanging crooked with a blue ink stain on it that wouldn’t come off after a hundred washes.  

The smug look, however, is Sam all over. “Looking a bit glum. Are you disappointed in your results, or something?”

I pause. “No?”

“Oh, grand. Suppose you don’t need the marks anyway, do you? You’re off to art college in Berlin, so I heard.”

“You heard correctly.”

“Surprised to see you here at all, I have to say. I thought you might have been gone already, off to the continent and all that, instead of coming into school.”

“No, my flight’s Wednesday.”

“Ah. So soon.”

“Yes, I suppose it is.” He stands expectantly, hovering, and so, with a sigh, I ask him what he is frothing to be asked. “What points did you get, Sam?”

“Five forty,” he gloats. “I’ll be off to Trinity now, all going well with the offers and all that. ‘Twas an expected result, but I’m still thrilled with myself. Just goes to show that hard work and proper study really pay off.”

“Yeah. Well done. Lucky that points don’t count for me, then, hm?”

“Well, it’s only art school. It’s not like you need to be smart.”

“Yep, that’s true.”

Sam’s head swivels like a submarine periscope. “Oh, look who’s just come in.” His mouth stretches into an unsettling grin. “Sure, it’s the lovely Michelle Tengu. You should say hi to her.”

“Right, yeah.” I say, though my fight or flight has activated and my palms prickle with sweat.

Michelle crosses the linoleum floor in the chunky black boots she’s had since fifteen. She accepts her envelope from the principal and stands to the side where she tears it open and her eyes scan the page. It’s impossible to tell how she feels.

She looks the same, of course she does. Maybe her hair is longer, maybe her makeup is different, her skin a little browner, and I have this feeling as I see her, that I am looking at a picture of a person I used to know, someone whose name I remembered, but whose face I had long forgotten. This girl I loved, or thought I did. I don’t really know that person anymore, at least not how I used to. 

She sees me and gives a hesitant wave. 

I wave back. 

“You’re still here,” she approaches me with the caution one would with a spooked cat, emotions flashing over her face, like she can’t decide how to feel. Neither can I. She’s still blocked in my phone, from that fateful night in June, but now, on the cusp of September, those heavy feelings I had seem so melodramatic. I am just Jude, she is just Michelle, and somewhere along the way, without me even paying heed to it, a storm has passed. 

“Yeah, I’m still here.”

“I expected you to sneak off to Berlin under the cloak of night.”

“That’s the plan, honestly. I just needed my results first.”

“I see. Are you happy with them?”

“Yeah. Are you?”

“I got enough for NCAD.”

“Oh, Michelle, that’s amazing. I’m so happy for you.” An odd moment follows, where I am not sure whether I should hug her. I twitch toward her, then second guess myself, and then I just freeze there, halfway lifted from the step. I slump back down onto it. 

“It, um… Well. It sounds like you had a pleasant summer, and all that.” She says. “Jen was telling me all about it.”

“Was she? Yeah, it was fine. Did she really say it was pleasant?”

“She mentioned that you two had a bit of a falling out, to be honest.”

“Ah, yeah, we did.”

She gives me this awkward smile, and it’s instantly obvious that she knows. Jen, being Jen, has told her the entire story. She’s revealed every aspect of my summer - the festival, the conflicts, and its conclusion. She knows about Evie too. It’s in her eyes. It’s that hint of betrayal she knows she’s not supposed to feel anymore. In them lies the sting of an ex moving on and leaving her behind.   

“I’m, um…” I smooth the front of my hair. “I think things will be alright with Jen, probably. I just need time, you know?”

“Yeah. I get it.” She adds delicately, “though, like, you are leaving in about five days.”

“That’s true.”

“And you were really planning to just vanish?”

“Well, yes. I just don’t know how else to do it.”

“Usually people have a party or something.”

“No, come on,” I scoff. “I’m not doing all of that. It’s so much work.”

“Hm. I just think you’ll regret not saying goodbye.”

I can’t decide whether she’s right, and can’t think of what to argue in my defence, so I say nothing. A sympathetic smile crosses her face. It’s strange. She never looked at me like that while we were together.

“I can help,” she says. “It can be low-key, just a few people. I’ll send out a text and see who wants to come, yeah? Whoever wants to say goodbye?”

“Including Jen?”

“I’ll need to invite Jen.” she shrugs, “it might be a good chance to talk. To get it all ironed out.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, I do. I think it’s best not to leave things unfinished.”

“Hm. That’s very philosophical of you.”

“Are you shocked?”

“Kind of.”

She huffs out a laugh. “Well I’ve been seeing someone.”

“A boy?”

“A therapist. I realised after we broke up that I had some things to work through. I had some… big feelings.”

“That’s great, Shell.”

I could swear that her eyes get a little misty as she inhales, as though to say something before deciding against it. She straightens her shoulders and smiles. “I’m happy you’re happy.” She says brightly. “With the Leaving Cert results, obviously.”

“I’m happy you’re happy, too.”

She glances toward the door. “Look, I better go, but I’ll text you about the going away party, right?”

“Yeah, I better unblock you.” It slips out of me before I can stop it, but to my immense relief, she laughs. “Good idea. See you Jude.”

“Bye, Shell. Thanks.”

“For what?”

“I dunno. For this.”

She just smiles. 

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[donfermin]

❗️❕❗️❕

[taruruchi]

BAWLING

Liber's out for my head cause what 😭😭😭

[girlivealwaysbean]

can someone tell me how to keep going if your hardwork does pay off but you don't feel anything when you achieve your goal just relief and numb again

[sauriansolutions]

Usually I put lessons on auto in the background and do something else while I level my guys, but...

Watching Floyd in class is so genuinely entertaining? You guys. He's such a shitlord.

Crowley shows up. Floyd starts out looking hilariously shocked, then gets all grumpy about the "special lesson." But, he keeps interrupting his own little scowlfest to yell, "Check this out!" And also, "Heeey, Headmage!" ...Repeatedly.

Floyd is 100% That One Kid in every class, who clearly has undiagnosed ADHD or something. Can't sit still. Constantly interrupts the teacher just to get attention. Jumpscares the whole class by punching his desk and yelling non sequiturs at random intervals. Probably eats glue.

Regardless of how the game arranges them, Floyd seems like the type who always sits in the very back of the classroom. Probably usually with his feet up on the desk, leaning backwards in his chair. He's probably fallen over backwards multiple times and scared the shit out of himself and everybody else. While he's basically impervious to injury, he's definitely broken at least two or maybe three chairs at this point. He probably now has his own assigned chair in every classroom, which individual teachers have angrily bespelled to be "Floyd-proof"--resistant to breaking, levitates if tipped over, etc.

Floyd has decorated these with glitter-infused stickers and copious graffiti, so everybody knows they're "his." He is territorial of them.

Regardless of how the game arranges them, Riddle definitely always sits in the front row, and Floyd has definitely perfected the art of throwing paper airplanes through his little heart-shaped hair thingy.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ghost!toji x reader ….. hmmmm hm hm hm

[whitehartlane]

i’m not being funny when i tell people who say sonny’s ‘too soft’ to be captain and that he’s half the player without kane and that other players deserve the captaincy more than him to get the fuck out of my club and the fanbase like honestly fuck off

[ugly-anarchist]

Since coming out as intersex I've seen an increase in people talking over me and not listening when I tell them they've done something wrong

Like, even on my own posts when I tell someone they've said something Not Great their response is usually just "actually I'm right and you're just stupid for implying I could ever be wrong :)" and coming up with the most convoluted excuse as to why what they said was perfectly fine.

The amount of times I've seen someone be like "if you had better reading comprehension you would have known what I actually meant" and then they tell me they meant the literal opposite of what they said.