#fuck school

[girlfoxcock]

…I think im gonna try streaming on twitch every wednesday starting may 8th. I think that’s what I’m shooting for. I think that’s gonna happen.

#fuck school

[jazzyblusnowflake]

ya asked for spicy?

👁👄👁

probably will post this when i finish the fic it comes with too- but oh well :)

also no i will not post this here. AND the characters are CANONICALLY OVER 18- this isnt headcanon or me aging them up, their CANON AGE is OVER 18. so please be respectful, thankyou-

#murder drones #suggestive #nuzi #biscuitbites #enzi #uzi doorman #serial designation n #i will now die #i drew this in a fit of rage from school #fuck school #fuck the education ministry #smh #snowballflo

[angel-girl-2014]

#jason todd #red hood #red robin #dc robin #robin #dick grayson #nightwing #bruce wayne #i am batman #lego batman #batfam #batman #fuck school #high school #school #dc comics #dc universe #dc titans #dcu

[samijami]

On Friday my English teacher said that using he/her instead of their when writing was the grammatically correct way of writing, when it's not-

They/them pronouns are used in writing when you are referring to multiple people, someone who you don't know the gender of, or someone who uses those pronouns.

My teacher said that when you don't know their gender, you use 'he/her' instead of their or whatever. That is not the correct way of writing, and has been proven that.

It's fucking stupid to use a slash of just two pronouns, pretending like others don't fucking exist.

#transgender #lgbtq #trans #nonbinary #enby #pronouns #english #fuck school #school #school sux #school suuuucks #they/them #gender stuff #genderqueer #gender identity #gender dysphoria #disclusion #human rights #trans rights are human rights

[geminiskulleta]

Hey guys

just had my first breakdown of the evening over my exams on Monday :D feeling festive ❤️🫶❤️🫶❤️🫶❤️👍👍👍👍

#fuck school #no seriously #FUCK SCHOOOLLLLLL #mental health #having fun #yayyy #academic weapon

[chilli-talks-a-lot]

romanticize learning, not school

The education system (in the U.S. at least) sucks! School sucks!

High expectations get set on you and you exhaust yourself trying to achieve them

Often, it promotes unhealthy competition and causes you to compare yourself to other students, even though everyone has different skill sets and circumstances

Being neurodivergent makes it HELL

School doesn't DESERVE to be romanticized. Burnout sucks. You're not going "above and beyond," you're trying to push yourself into unbreathable altitudes.

Rather, consider romanticizing learning:

Researching because gaining knowledge is fun, you like how it feels to understand the world around you

Teaching because you want to spread that knowledge to others

Finding your own engaging methods

Giving yourself control. Learning because you want to.

#fuck school #i hate school #chaotic academia #chaotic academic aesthetic #gifted kid burnout #gifted kid syndrome #gifted kid problems #the education system #learning is fun #learning through play #learn #students #learning

[kireoppi]

school is so stressful when they accommodate for physical disabilities but don't think about how tiring this shit is

like sure you have a lift and railings that's incredible, but what the fuck do you mean you want me to go for 8 to 9 hours a day and expect me not to break down? it's the second day and i already look like i have pink eye you FUCKS

#disability #disabled #physical disability #chronic pain #physically disabled #chronic illness #chronic fatigue #school #fuck school #angry rant #small rant #my rants #rant post #rant #hhhhh my head #i am not surviving this ugh #crippleposting #cripple posting #cripplepunk #cripple punk

[julysn]

nothing looks the same in the light | a julysn xclusive.

ship: kyle broflovski x reader.

character(s): kyle broflovski, reader, ike broflovski (comes in around the end)

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual romance, aged-up characters, high school, enemies to lovers, secret crushes, love confessions, mild gore, somewhat ooc kyle, also ike is being a little shit hes 13.

warnings: rated T for cursing and mild gore.

summary: you get mugged and beaten up, left alone in a dark alleyway. you get lost in thought when suddenly, your crush worst enemy appears to rescue you.

other notes: gn reader, kinda corny.

word count: ≈3300

spotify playlist: here

a/n: crossposted from ao3

also pls give me suggestions.. first fic on tumblr HIIII is this aesthetically appealing would y’all read.. anyways i wrote this on impulse so it might be kinda bad?? but i had an idea and i tried..

kyle isn’t perfectly in character (i think). everything’s more fun when its slightly ooc imo !

posted while i’m at school… kinda rushed

You had just gotten into one of the bloodiest, most gruesome fights of your life

You were walking home from school, wanting to just go home and sit in your bed and use your phone until your parents reminded you of your homework. You had just wanted to stare at the wall, trying to fall asleep early, so you wouldn’t wake up late tomorrow.

But those plans —could they even be considered plans?— were interrupted when you were suddenly whisked away into the dark, beaten and mugged. Your backpack and phone were stolen; hell, even your dignity and pride had been snatched too.

Should I be embarrassed or annoyed?

You glanced down at your body, staring down at each and every injury that blanketed your figure. Bruises littered your usually clean and well-kept body, and blood dripped down from your nose and onto your weak hands as you sat against the brick wall of the empty alleyway.

Your breathing was ragged and heavy, as tears spilled down from your eyes to your cheeks. Your teeth were clenched, the pain swarming your fragile figure. I shouldn't have gone this way when I was walking home from school, you mused. Bad decision. Maybe bad is an understatement.

You were sitting all alone, bloodied and bruised, with potentially no one around to help except for your thoughts to offer mental support. Of course, this had to happen to you.

You were unlucky. Very unlucky. Maybe even the unluckiest person in all of Colorado.

Your luck has always been horrible since.. what, forever? You were always the first one out in dodgeball—always going out in the most embarrassing ways. Like the time Eric Cartman hit you in the face and as you were walking to sit down on the bleachers, you tripped on your shoelace and fell face-first. You earned two new bruises that day.

Your unlucky streak didn't end there, though. You always found ways to trip or fall over nothing. There was that one time you were in the cafeteria and you stood up to walk over and get a napkin, but you tripped over the air in front of your foot. You fell face-first into the floor, your shoe flying off your foot and into the air. You swore it did a backflip as it landed on the floor, and your friends burst out laughing... Needless to say, the memory still haunts you to this day.

There were countless stories that your family, friends, or even classmates could recite of you and your horrible luck embarrassing you in different ways. Woeful, isn't it?

You were sinking deeper and deeper into your thoughts until you heard some voices outside of the alleyway. Your head perked up, attempting to decipher the identities behind the ones who were speaking. However, they weren't being too loud, and you still couldn't figure out if you knew them or not.

Who's over there?

Luckily, you didn't have to force your weak body to stand up and walk over to answer that question. One of the ones in the group saw you in the alley and pushed away their friends to check on you.

Once your tired, sad eyes could finally process the sight before you, your jaw dropped to the core of the Earth. Figuratively, and hell, probably literally. Your jaw unhinged at who was standing in front of you, with a look of concern so surprising you almost pinched yourself to figure out if you were in a dream. Your eyes widened immensely. Your blinking went rapid. You were surprised (obviously).

"Kyle..?" You asked weakly, your soft and teary eyes looking up to see him. He was usually annoyed when you were around, so why did he look... genuinely concerned? I’ve never seen him this worried about anything. Do I mean something, or am I just overthinking it?

“Y/N? God, what the hell happened to you?” Kyle exclaimed, his eyes widened and eyebrows furrowed as he tentatively reached out to see your bruises. You reluctantly shuffled a bit, positioning yourself for him to see the majority of the injuries you had sustained. One of his hands reached out to gently brush away your tears, and you felt your heart pound in your chest at the intimate contact.

“I got mugged.” You sighed, pressing your lips together to form a straight line as your eyes darted away from his, not wanting to see the look of worry etched onto his features. His lips curled into a frown as he heard your words, feeling sorry for you. “Besides, why do you care? Do I look like a damsel in distress?”

”Yes.”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, clenching your teeth in irritation and pain as he examined your wounds. You had some cuts on your arms and neck, but mostly just purple and blue bruises were scattered across your figure.

This was a very unusual scenario—you were practically being rescued by your worst enemy. The two of you have hated each other since elementary school... maybe even preschool. And yet, in a time of desperation and need, he was the one to offer you care and comfort.

It makes sense why he’s being nice to me, I guess. If I saw my worst enemy like this, I’d take care of them too unless my worst enemy was Eric Cartman. I’d leave him there.

However, while one part of you was completely caught off guard by his sudden kindness and care, another side felt giddy and excited. Why? Because you had slowly begun to develop feelings for him over the past year and a half.

It sounded cliche, but Kyle was just irresistible. In your eyes, he was so gorgeous and kind (usually not to you). You liked him for not just his looks or personality but for his intelligence and talents.

Everything about him was perfect in your eyes. Everything, You admired each and every little feature that he had. The tiny, almost unnoticeable stitches around his mouth, his stunning emerald eyes, and those soft red curls that usually hid underneath his hat... you especially loved his hair.

One day, Kyle had shown up to school without his ushanka, and he looked so good. You swore the clouds parted just for the sun to admire his beauty, and that it was less cold—like he was an angel who had blessed the entirety of South Park.

That day was probably the best day of your life—the rivalry between the two of you wasn’t as strong or as harsh, school was quite easy that day (or maybe you were actually paying attention in class.), and things just felt... better. It sounds stupid, but that was the effect he had on you.

God, he’s gorgeous. And his personality? Even better-

”C’mon.” Kyle sighed gently, popping your thought bubble. He stood back up, seemingly having finished examining your wounds, He held out his hand for you to take, and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you blinked for a couple of seconds, bewildered. What are his motives?

“Wait, where are you taking me?” You asked, staring at his open hand in suspicion. Kyle sighed and shoved his other hand into his pocket, his hand still stretched out towards you.

”My house, I guess. I need to bandage your wounds, and I don’t have a first aid kit on me.” He shrugged, pulling his hand away from you and placing it into his pocket. You contemplated the offer, thinking about the possibilities.

What if something happens while he’s taking care of me? Maybe he’ll kiss my bruises to soothe them... or maybe he’ll kiss me. I bet this is gonna be so damn romantic.

”Yeah, sure. I need it, anyways...” You weakly chuckled, letting out an awkward laugh as Kyle did the same. He held out a hand for you to grab onto, and you winced as you held his hand as he helped you to your feet.

The two of you walked down the street, your weak figure leaning against his as his warm, calloused hand lay on your waist. His presence was immensely comforting, and you found solace in the fact that he was being nice to you for a bit. Even if his kindness was temporary, it was heartwarming.

The walk was quite peaceful, steps slow and quiet as Kyle held you against him so you wouldn’t fall or trip. You winced as you felt his hand brush against one of your clothed bruises, and he immediately noticed your discomfort and moved his hand downwards so as not to hurt you further.

It was a partly cloudy afternoon in South Park, the chilly Colorado winds brushing against your (now bruised) cheeks like usual. The silence between you and Kyle was pretty soothing, as the two of you could sink deeper into your thoughts without it being awkward or uncomfortable.

Finally, after what felt like an hour of walking (but was only a few minutes), the two of you reached his house. His house was painted dark green with a detached garage, and the front door was painted coffee brown. You sighed, as he took you inside and led you to the kitchen.

”So, uh..” Kyle began, as he turned to glance at you while his hands rummaged through the medicine cabinet. He pulled out some bandages, before stepping over to you. He hopped onto the countertop beside you and leaned downward as his hands carefully wiped off the blood from a slit you had received on your arm. “How the hell did you get mugged?”

”I. I dunno.” You grimaced weakly, blinking back tears of pain as he wiped away the blood on all of the cuts you had. Kyle noticed this and he brushed away the tears with his fingertips, and you felt yourself melt underneath his sweet actions. His touch was delicate. Caring. He was being so kind, and your heart fluttered inside your chest. “But, uh. I’m fine, you don't have to—“

“Y/N, you’re not fine.” Kyle sighed, balling up the tissues smeared with blood and tossing them into a trashcan. He gazed into your eyes with a soft, caring look. The two of you held eye contact for a few seconds before he snapped out of it and picked up some Neosporin. You yawned and watched as he gently rubbed the cream into the bruises and around some of the cuts, as gently as ever. "Just let me bandage you, alright?"

You felt yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with him at his tender, attentive behavior. He was perfect. Astronomically attractive. Everything someone would want in a man. No words in the English dictionary could describe the amount of love you had stored in your heart for him.

Kyle Broflovski was the man of your dreams.

As the two of you sat there, your mind was flooded with a hurricane of thoughts. Did he like you back? Was he just being nice or is this his way of spending time with you? Are you overthinking it? Why was he being so nice to you? Did he have ulterior motives?

You had to ask.

“.. Why are you being so sweet to me?” You asked quietly, voice bashful and sheepish as you looked up from your lap to face him. Kyle was working diligently to wrap bandages around the cuts, and god he looked good. His narrowed eyes as he focused, his parted lips... You shook your head gently to distract yourself from these very thoughts.

"I feel bad," Kyle admits, looking up at you as he leaned back and took a deep breath. Pearls of sweat dripped down from his forehead, and he slipped off his jacket and ruffled his hair as he looked over your arm to see if he missed any cuts he needed to bandage. He yawned and ruffled his hair, and you couldn't help but admire the way his hand ran through those gorgeous curls of his. He's perfect. But he isn't mine.

He was the one guy you wanted so badly, yet you thought he was out of reach. Whenever Wendy and Bebe would drag you to basketball games because they wanted to see their boyfriends and not go alone, you couldn't help but sneak glances at your crush enemy.

The way Kyle would practically destroy the court with skill was the most attractive thing you've ever seen.

Unfortunately, 1/3 of the attendees from other schools would agree with you. You had seen many people, both girls, and guys, eyeing him with interest in their eyes. He had many admirers, mostly from other schools—you were probably the only one in the school who found him attractive, unless he had secret admirers... Of course, you always felt a rush of jealousy fill your veins whenever you saw someone try to gain his interest, but luckily, he was only focused on winning the games.

Everyone was aware that he had many "fangirls and fanboys" at other schools, as many even joked about it. Lighthearted, amusing stories of his “simps” were passed around during lunch for people to have a soft laugh about.

But, his worst admirer had to be you. You were down horrendous. The quick, sneaky glances towards him during class. How you would go home and sit on your bed, laying on your stomach, index finger twirling your hair while your other hand held your phone as you scrolled through his Instagram, blushing and giggling.

And not to mention the occasional unholy dreams that had overcome your thoughts for the rest of the day due to their vivid and exciting nature...

You were down enormously.

Your train of thought came to a halt as you felt the bandage meeting your other arm. Kyle had finished working on your right arm, and he had moved to sit on your left arm. The feeling of the fabric hitting your skin once more brought you back to reality, and the awkward silence was… well, awkward as hell.

And so, the two of you continued to sit in silence as Kyle worked delicately on the injuries you had sustained. The quiet atmosphere was beginning to feel comforting, instead of awkward. Your ears filled with the quiet sound of the both of you breathing, and it was a beautiful moment.

That was, until a black-haired freckled kid who looked to be around 12-13 years old walked in. His jaw immediately dropped at the sight of you two on the counter, in a bit of an intimate position as both your faces were just inches apart. It almost looked like the two of you were a couple, with the way you were so close.

”Holy shit!” The freckled kid shrieked, his jaw practically at the core of the Earth as he processed the sight before him. He blinked rapidly, trying to make sure this was real and not just a hallucination or anything. “Kyle, you and Y/N finally fucked?!”

“Finally?” You raise an eyebrow, your suspicions close to being confirmed. Finally... does finally mean that— No, I need to interrogate this kid. “How do you even know my name?”

“Kyle talks about you all the time,” The young teen smirked teasingly, though it was evident that he was still in shock. He slowly approached the two of you, a hilariously wicked smile on his face as he crossed his arms. Meanwhile, Kyle’s cheeks faded into a bright tint of red that rivaled his hair.

“No, I don’t—“

Kyle’s protests were cut off as the kid interjected, giggling furiously. It was evident that Kyle was trying to deny it, but his flushed cheeks and death stare toward the freckled kid made it a bit obvious that what he was saying was true. "My brother has the biggest crush on you. He shows me your Instagram posts all the time—"

Your jaw dropped. Your eyes widened. Your breath caught in your throat. So, according to this random little kid, the love of your life liked you back.

"Ike, get out," Kyle growled, finally putting a name to the face before you. Ike simply let out a mischievous giggle as he shot the both of you a wink, turning around and leaving the kitchen. for the both of you. You sighed, completely dumbfounded by what had just occurred.

"Was what he said true?" You asked quietly, blinking rapidly. Your heart pounded in your chest, your stomach filled with butterflies. This was probably the best day of your life, had it not been for the fact that you were mugged.

”… Yeah.” Kyle admitted, his cheeks bright red and lips pressed together to form a straight line, feeling quite awkward now that the truth was out. "I've had a crush on you for about, uh.. 9 months now."

You thought you were about to explode. You felt a tsunami of emotions wash over you, as you felt so giddy yet shocked. Your heart was beating real fast, and you could swear it skipped some beats too. Butterflies flooded your stomach, and you could barely identify your true feelings about all of this. The news had practically flipped your world upside down, leaving you completely breathless and disoriented.

"Am I dreaming? Kyle, pinch me. Do something so I know I’m awake." You pondered aloud, feeling the last bandage being applied to your cuts as Kyle finally pulled away, avoiding your gaze with embarrassment in his emerald eyes. He was unsure if you liked him back—after all, the two of you were known to be worst enemies. Silently, he was begging, pleading, praying that you reciprocated.

Instead of pinching you, however, Kyle decided to do a little more than that. He gently picked up your hands, slipping his palm into yours as your fingers intertwined, and took a deep breath as he leaned in. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized what was happening, and you decided to lean in too.

The two of you shared a soft, short kiss, one full of affection and tenderness. The kiss was quick yet passionate, and you felt yourself longing for more as he finally pulled away.

I really hope this isn't a dream.

You needed more of Kyle's sweet, delicate lips, so, you quickly leaned in and gave him a gentle peck on the lips. He smiled into the kiss, squeezing your hands as you both sat on the counter, staring at each other in silence. The absence of words made the tranquil moment more divine, and you wanted this to last forever.

“… So, are we dating now, or..?” Kyle asked shyly, his tone slightly awkward but still warmhearted and soothing. You giggled at how he said it, but another part of you was literally about to start screaming and jumping up and down in excitement.

“Yeah,” You nodded, and in turn, he wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you into a tight embrace. You buried your face into his neck, savoring the moment while it lasted.

You hugged him tightly, wanting nothing more than to just stay in his arms forever. You wished time could stop so you could live in this moment for eternity. His arms felt so comforting around yours, as his fingers gently brushed against your bandages.

You felt Kyle’s lips brush against your temple, and your heart fluttered in happiness. This was it. We’re finally together now.

“Are you two— Woah.” Ike interrupted as he walked back into the kitchen, hands in his pockets as he processed what he was seeing. “Ew! Get a room, you two!”

#kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski #south park #julysn #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #julia’s fics .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ #hurt/comfort #x reader #one shot #fluff #i wrote this in class #fuck school #i hate it here #south park x reader #sp fanfiction #posting at school #this is so corny #guys be nice to me

[cobaltthearsonist]

My heart will go on

@mitamicah's dtiys that took way too long to finish but it's here now and that's all that matters :)

#micahstigdtiys #omg me post #bojere #käärijä #bojan cvjeticanin #jere pöyhönen #art #fuck school #all this homework won't let me draw my gays in peace

[takemebackact]

Wag life or no life

#jude bellingham #real madrid #georgina rodriguez #antonella roccuzzo #plan a #wag life or no life #fuck school #hala madrid

[therealdostoevsky]

fuck this shit *turns into an electron*

#me during physics class #why am i learning so much about fucking electrons #fuck you electrons you ruined my life #physicsblr #physics #chemistry #chemblr #and i hate school #fuck school #fuck you education system #my life is so ruined #fuck you boards

[pinkypoo1114]

I’m craving some intimacy rn

#hell is a teenage girl #just girly thoughts #older man younger woman #i’m just a girl #im just a girl #i need a boyfriend #i need a lobotomy #what the fuck #free palestine #free gaza #girly tumblr #i need a girlfriend #just girly things #girlblogging #send help #i crave validation #i crave it #i crave intimacy #i like older men #i want this #fuck school #im going insane #this is what makes us girls #girly stuff #tumblr girls #girlhood #this is a girlblog #help help help #i dont fucking know #yerrr

[angel-girl-2014]

me deciding if my bullshit i wrote for ap bio is good enough to save my grade😭

#nightwing #dick grayson #raven teen titans #dc titans #teen titans #jason todd #red hood #richard grayson #dc robin #dcu #dc comics #i am batman #batman #robin #dc universe #ap bio #fuck school #grades

[funeraleee]

I hate school

Fuck school

Fuck life

I don't feel like going out tomorrow

#i hate my liiiiife #fuck school #fuck the world #i hate it here #i hate this #i hate everything

[chilli-talks-a-lot]

How Prevent Gifted Kid Burnout From a Gifted Silly whose Fire is still Blazing with Rage

1. EVERYTHING IS STUPID.

School is stupid, parents with unrealistically high expectations of you are stupid, teachers who overwork you are stupid.

You don't need their approval. You don't need to impress authority to have worth.

You don't need to be perfect, especially not in a broken system.

Test scores aren't a measure of intelligence. You are smart, even if the material was difficult to grasp.

You're not "wasting your potential" if you decide to pursue a career you love. Create art, write music, perform, you're contributing to the beauty of the world. There's more value in that than most people see.

You're not "wasting your potential" if you're an adult who isn't busting their butt in college or a fancy job. The economy is fucked right now, and being an adult is hard. You're doing your best.

And sometimes, you can't be at your best all the time, but you're trying, and that's all that matters.

2. Don't let school ruin a passion for learning.

Just learn. Learn and love learning. Learn without school holding you down. Find your passions, and run after them. Pursue knowledge because it's fucking fun.

Research something you care about for fun, challenge yourself to learn how to complete that math problem, learn, not because you feel like you have to, but because you want to.

Never let school make you lose a love for learning.

3. They explain it more effectively than I can lol

I made a video game metaphor but, when I was finding the video that made me realize this I read another video game metaphor that explained it better, "So basically, as a gifted kid, I skipped the tutorial because it felt too easy. Then the actual game threw curveballs at me" (adorablehoe, 2nd top comment).

HealthyGamerGG's entire channel has great information

#gifted kid burnout #gifted kid syndrome #gifted kid problems #gifted kid #gifted #giftedness #chaotic academia #chaotic academic aesthetic #fuck school #school is hard #i hate school #learning is fun #learning #learn #education #the education system #students #psychology #educational psychology #Youtube

[coyotegirl-domestic-terrorism]

if school was effective, it wouldn’t have to be compulsory

#anti school #youth liberation #fuck school #youthlib #compulsory education #nihilism #post left #post leftist #anti civ