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frankie4n4 · 3 months
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just imagine this: you wake up - it's results day. you look in the mirror and you can't help but love what you see; your stomach caves in just perfectly, your thighs never touch, your ribs are unmissable, your waist is like that of a ballerina's. you move with such ease - you are weightless. your books lay strewn across your desk alongside your unfinished cup of tea from last night. on your chair are three folded clothing items - they are dainty, beautiful, and most importantly they are in the smallest size available. you dress without inspecting your body of its imperfections as you have none to inspect. as you travel to school, you catch the envious glances of those you brush past. you move with an air of elegance, grace and perfection. and that is what you are. all you can ever be. as such, being handed your results is exhilarating. you know what you are going to achieve, but nothing can compare to the rush of joy that overcomes you as you see those perfect grades. perfect like you are.
you can make this a reality, the choice is yours: continue dreaming, or become the dream?
(this is for myself)
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cosmicdreamgrl · 1 month
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hoseok x outro: ego [ 𝖼𝗋: 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 ]
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flimsy-spine · 5 months
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damn bitch, we get it already
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stuffthatsrandomish · 2 months
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Tw: Abuse
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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year
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A bunch of guys were giving out superpowers for free and when they got to me, they fuCKING DENIED TO ANYTHIGN THEM TO ME IF I DIDN'T WIN A GAME THAT MY 8TH GRADE COMPUTER TEACHER MADE. I DIDN'T KNOW TRANSPHOBIA STILL EXISTED IN MY DREAMS. >:(
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gen-z-culture-is · 5 months
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gen z culture is: being taught as a child that cursive is a necessary life skill and that you will have points taken off in class for not writing in cursive… only to enter middle school and realize that no one, not even your teachers, gives a shit about your handwriting.
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Me, on trial for two murders that I may or may not have committed: Your honour, I'm LITERALLY in my Jonathan Sims era.
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suguwu · 7 months
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meanwhile getou is the one who sets up your arranged marriage to himself, because he knows what's best for you anyway.
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frankie4n4 · 7 months
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i can't wait to be skinny.
to finally be the skinniest in the friend group. to be lovely and graceful. to be the only one who can fit in small places. to be able to read in small little nooks no one else can fit in. to be the loveliest one at the coffee shop. for my teachers to look at me with care and concern but do nothing about it because they can't be sure. for people to comment "hope ur ok" and "i want ur body" under my tiktoks. to be the most perfect ballerina. to be able to sit in their laps and have them comment on how light i am. so they can pick me up without a second thought. to be that winter girl. to constantly be cold. to look at my body and love what i see. to have a defined jawline. to be the person people could wrap their arms around twice when they hug them. to be my own thinspo. to be skinnier than all the skinny girls at school. to be loved. to be perfect.
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joonie · 10 months
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SEVEN
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sp0o0kylights · 9 months
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Gareth didn’t know who had “almost running over a bloodied and very clearly drugged survivor of--if said survivor could be believed-- a mall fire” on their 1985 bingo card, but he’d like a fucking word.
Particularly considering Steve Harrington kept panicking anytime either he or Eddie even hinted at taking him to a hospital.
Instead he insisted, like some kind of bad action movie hero, that he was “perfectly fine” and that it was “not nearly as bad as it looked.”
Both of which might have been believable had he not twice gotten distracted by Gareth’s drums (sitting next to them both, on account of Corroded Coffin having played at the Hideout that night) asking rambling questions that constantly outed him as being high as hell.
Nevermind the fact that Gareth kept finding more blood.
“Really, it’s--mm.” Steve said, wincing as Gareth found yet another wound. “Not bad.”
“I don’t know how a fire even did this.” Gareth shot back, trying to figure out what stain he needed to press on without taking Steve’s shirt off.
Harrington raised a hand. “Service elevator.” He identified.
He made a whooshing noise, following his hand as it dropped back to his chest. “Slammed right into the floor.”
Gareth winced.
“There was a lot of shit in that elevator besides us.” Steve added, and it was moments like this where Gareth could almost believe the guy was sober, until Harrington followed it up with yet another rant about Russians and Russian Truth Serum.
Right as Gareth found another wet spot.
“Fuck the speed limit, Harrington’s bleeding out on me back here!" Gareth called, voice loud and frantic. 
Sure that might have been dramatic but then, so were Steve’s injuries. 
"Sorry babe." Brown eyes, pupils blown wide from drugs stared up at him with an easy smile, at odds with his beaten face.
In a tone so unimpressed, a middle school teacher would have envied him, Gareth said; "That is not my name."
Harrington didn't even blink. "I know. It's Gareth."
That took him aback.
"I really don't know how to feel about you knowing that." He admitted, half to keep Steve talking, and half as a distraction when he finally figured out which wound needed pressure the most (and then pressed on it.) 
Apparently whatever the hell made up “Russian truth serum” was some strong shit, because in a tone so utterly honest (and thus entirely unlike the Steve Harrington that had ruled Hawkins High halls) Harrington said; "Good things, I hope."
Then winked.
What the fuck.
"Eddie drive faster!" Gareth yelled over his shoulder. “I think he’s dying!”
(He wasn’t, but given the flirting, Gareth wasn’t taking any chances.)
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mjlor-chan · 1 year
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getrope1 · 5 months
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Vaporwave
(The art exam version is in the replies!)
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spittyfishy · 4 months
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I wonder how would RoD Kazuichi and Mikan would get along...
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Okay so this actually gave me quite a lot of thoughts lol, for starters I think they do mostly get along okay, at least for remnants. It helps that these two didn’t really have any predetermined relationships going in, like I don’t think they were too close in class or interacted all that much.
As remnants however it’s a whole other story. Because like, Kazuichi gets hurt a lot. Be it from the future foundation, another remnant, or his own inventions backfiring, there’s pretty much always something going wrong. And because Kazuichi was in charge of some pretty vital things like the killing game executions and the pollution machines, it’s important he stays in working condition, which means someone has to come and treat his wounds, and that of course is Mikan.
Mikan likes the visits because she loves taking care of everyone, especially as remnants because haha these super strong global terrorists still need her to come fix their boo boo's. Kazuichi isn’t as much of a fan since being healthy is for lame hope filled losers and like, pain is really really good for despair. But the check ups were ordered by Junko originally so he can’t do more than grumble about it lol.
I think they probably gossip about the others a lot, and maybe work of fun bio weapons together too lol. Lowkey they’ve got such potential as a remnant duo. I have thoughts for how they’d go together in a non despair setting but that’s another time lol
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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year
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In 3rd grade or so I had a very detailed dream about my elementary school counselor running a factory that turned kids into Thanksgiving food. I never saw that man the same again.
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