#launch school

[launch-school-marathon]

I wasted like, 2 hours today RAGING (yet agAIN) over my analog speakers not working with ubuntu instead of studying...

I don't think ubuntu likes my old ass hardware,,

I'm still flailing my way through learning how to Linux & navigating through the terminal. /crey

[anini--panini]

(RAPUNZEL) HATSUNE MIKU!!!✨🗣️🗣️‼️

humble return from my hiatus (started school again and then my cat got sick p_p) BUT despite my awful class schedule, im excited to post more art again.

I’ve been wanting to draw the Wonderland Rapunzel Miku since I first saw her years ago, and I finally got it to look how I wanted ^^

I hope people like it!💖

[slytherin-princess-x]

Last day of slytherinmas 😭

My girl

Theodore nott x cheerleader!reader

Summary: you keep your relationship hidden but when a charming gryffindor captain tries to win you over, it’s not just a game of quidditch anymore it’s a game for you

A/n: it’s his pov guys and thank you for another great idea @smut-anarchy I wanna kiss your beautiful brain 💋

The sun hung high in the autumn sky, casting a warm golden hue over the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts. The excitement of the crowd buzzed in my ears, a cacophony of cheers and shouts that rose and fell like the wind. I stood on the sidelines, my heart pounding not from the thrill of the game but from a simmering anger that threatened to boil over.

Gryffindor was playing Slytherin today, and while the usual rivalry had me on edge, it wasn’t the opposing team that had me fuming. No, it was their captain, Oliver Wood. With his tousled hair and those infuriatingly charming winks he kept sending toward the Slytherin cheerleaders, my focus shifted solely to him, and more specifically, to Y/N.

Y/N was mesmerizing, even in her cheer uniform. Her laughter rang out above the rest, and every time Wood shot her a flirty wink, a knot tightened in my stomach. I couldn’t stand it. She was my girl, and I had no intention of letting anyone else think otherwise.

As I watched Wood fly around the pitch, I could feel the rage bubbling within me. He was supposed to be focused on the game, yet he was wasting precious moments trying to win Y/N’s affection rather than leading his team. I clenched my fists, my knuckles white as I considered what I would do to show him that she wasn’t interested in his charming little antics.

When Slytherin scored their first goal, I caught Y/N’s eye. She smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling with delight, but I could see the confusion lurking beneath the surface. Did she even realize how much Wood was flirting with her? I hoped not. The last thing I wanted was for her to reciprocate. My mind raced with thoughts of how to assert my claim, how to remind everyone that she was mine.

As the match continued, it became apparent that I needed to focus. I was a Beater, and my job was to protect my teammates, to ensure that we won. But my attention kept being drawn to the Gryffindor captain. The way he smiled at Y/N and winked, as if it were a game in itself.

“Focus, Nott,” Blaise shouted to me, making me force my gaze back to the pitch. I could hear the cheers from the stands, feel the adrenaline surging in the air, but it was all clouded by my growing jealousy.

The game wore on, and it seemed that Oliver was determined to keep his flirtation going. I could see him glance at Y/N every chance he got, completely ignoring the game’s flow. It only fueled my determination. I was ready to send him a message, to make him realize that he was crossing a line.

With every swing of my bat, I aimed to protect my teammates while keeping an eye on Wood. I wasn’t above playing dirty if it meant defending my territory.

“Keep your eyes on the ball, Theo!” My friend Draco’s voice broke through my haze of anger. I barely registered him; I was locked on Oliver.

Then it happened. A bludger was coming straight for Wood as he flew high above the pitch. Instinct kicked in; I swung my bat, sending the ball hurtling toward him with a calculated force. The impact was satisfying as he narrowly dodged it, but I could see the annoyance flash in his eyes. Good. Let him know I’m not here to play nice.

The match progressed, and with each passing moment, I felt the tide of the game turning in our favor. My teammates rallied, fueled by the promise of victory and the desire to defend our honor. Y/N cheered us on from the sidelines, her voice ringing clear and bright.

Finally, as the match neared its end, Slytherin secured a decisive lead. The moment came when I saw Oliver making yet another desperate attempt to impress Y/N with a flashy move. I could feel my anger boiling over, and I took one last swing of my bat, sending a bludger careening directly at him.

He dodged, but the distraction was enough. Our Seeker, Millicent, dove toward the Golden Snitch, her determination matched only by my own. She caught it, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

Slytherin had won.

As I landed on the pitch, adrenaline coursing through me, I scanned the crowd for Y/N. She was beaming, her smile lighting up my world, and in that moment, I knew I had to claim her in front of everyone. I had to show Wood and the rest of the school that she belonged to me.

I strode toward her, my heart pounding in my chest. When I reached her, the noise of the crowd faded, and it was just the two of us. Without hesitation, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her fiercely. It was a declaration, a promise, a way to stake my claim.

The crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and gasps, but I didn’t care. I could feel Y/N’s surprise melt into delight as she kissed me back, her hands tangled in my hair.

Oliver’s glare from the other side of the pitch was almost palpable, but I didn’t let it bother me. I had won the game, and more importantly, I had won her heart.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. I was Theodore Nott, the boy who defended what was his, and I had no intention of letting anyone—especially not Oliver Wood—get in my way.

Taglist: @yootvi @redeemingvillains @littlemadamred @smut-anarchy

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

love how everyone's life was falling apart in that library and mr. anderson was just in the back pretending like he was at top golf like- sir ????

[torchlight-troubles]

I finished Incinerator for scravey boy!!!!! Check it out it's a LIGHTER. it's everything to me. it's a universal multitool, if what you need is a tool to light cigs while cauterizing faces.

i love it.

[nando161mando]

[faerghusfucker]

totally understand why some ppl don’t like modern 3H AUs. totally get it. fodlan is an awesome setting and the time and place that the story takes place in is so integral to these characters and who they are. it’s such a well built world that it’s almost a character in itself. totally get why people don’t like to take the characters out of such a rich setting.

but consider the reality of sylvain working at mcdonald’s so he can have money to spend on weed bc yuri doesn’t wanna give him discounts anymore. consider THAT. imagine a world where byleth is a mere english teacher who the kiddos latch onto and won’t leave alone. get on my LEVEL

[tabl3]

Adam being a where's my hug at guy but only with pure intentions because physical touch is his love language

[launch-school-marathon]

I asked chatgpt to make me a picture to put into my notes for recursion and dskfjsk i cried laughing

[planetjuliann]

From: 36oC Kisses by Kame House

[deusluxuria]

narancia: did y'all know i was a cheerleader for a while when i was in school

abbacchio: ...how was it

narancia: sucked

narancia: got more injuries doing that than i have from being in the mafia

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Li Zeyan’s Upcoming Top-up SP

“The sweetness I desire is at your fingertips.”

“All those summers we have missed have come to see you.”

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[traumacatholic]

When a vulnerable person joins us at the emergency night shelter our first port of call is to contact the council and try to get suitable accommodation provided for them, which is their legal right. If the council are unable to do this the guest is assigned one of our lovely clean white beds thanks to the generosity of our partners. They will also be offered the support of lawyers to help them get the accommodation they deserve, a nice meal to fill up their belly, a warm drink or juice and access to a toilet throughout the night. If the person needs it we will get them a telephone with unlimited texts, calls and data so they can contact anyone they need to, clean and dry clothes thanks to donations from the public and any toiletries they may need to stay clean and healthy.

Help support the Glasgow Night Shelter, they are roughly £7,000 short of their fundraising goal. They rely on these funds in order to stay open and provide a valuable service of providing overnight accommodation to vulnerable people on the streets. You can read more about their work through a general browsing of their website at: https://homelessprojectscotland.org/ and if you would like to donate then you can do so through their fundraising page: https://homelessprojectscotland.org/sponsor-a-bed.

If you would like to sponsor the overall charity that includes the soup kitchen they have, then you can do so here: https://homelessprojectscotland.org/donations

Donations are made through PayPal. If you are outside of the UK and would like to donate, you are available to do so through PayPal.

[opbackgrounds]

To be honest, the mere act of being kicked 100 feet in the air by a giant zombie would be enough to kill most people

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Statement of intent

(Stranger!Noelle is from Looking Glasses by @ferronickel - check it out if you haven't already!)

[ilovebuckers5]

¸.♡.¸so high school ¸.♡.¸

chapter 1 - sparks fly

｡･:*pairing˚:✧｡ - hs!paige x fem!oc!lydia

ˏˋ°•summary*⁀➷ - Paige could never see herself going so crazy over a girl that it distracted her from basketball but here she was. while Lydia could never imagine getting off track of school for just another girl but then again here she was.

⋆.ೃword count࿔*:･ - 3.2k

-ˋˏ ༻themes༺ ˎˊ-

-fluff

-love at first sight

⋆ ˚｡warnings⋆୨୧˚

-none

I walked through the doors of my homeroom. There is no way I'm doing this. My first day as a junior felt like walking on clouds. My feet felt so right against the carpet of my classroom.

Most people wouldn't be that excited to be a junior for the first day after summer but my brain couldn't get the thought of high school out of itself.

My seat was right next to a window that perfectly showcased the basketball hoops that were next to the outside lunch tables.

It took me a second to breathe in the new classroom scent that was filled with what seemed like sweaty, tired, bad breath, auras but the scent of all my friend's body mists canceled it out. I waved to a couple of the girls that surrounded my desk. I felt lucky to have friends who waited for me.

I rushed myself to the corner of the room and sat down next to the friends who weren't late, hugging every one of them. Then my best friend, Lily. I wrapped my arms around Lily's waist which was covered by a custom Taylor Swift cardigan that was purple to match the Speak Now album.

"Holy shit you got it!?" I tugged on the very bottom of the softly knitted cardigan in awe.

"Yup!" Lily spun around with her hands spread out like a princess in her very first wedding dress.

You could probably see hearts of jealousy forming in my eyes. I've always wanted one of those cardigans. Looks like I'd just have to steal it from Lily sometime sooner or later.

The seat was hard with a dip in the middle which was familiar and normal but still got me all excited. This is the seat I'd be in for the next whole year (probably a couple of weeks before someone claims I'm creeping them out, forcing the teacher to move my seat.)

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I had in one airpod while the rest of the class walked in the doors. Sulking and dragging their feet across the floor. How could anyone not be excited about a day like this? Beats me.

I took no time to pull out a notebook and pens and pencils, writing down almost every word that my teacher said about how this year would go. My focus was nowhere but between my paper and my teacher's face.

Until I accidentally slipped an eye out of the window. My eyes were met with a blonde ponytail rushing across the blacktop. The girl was looking back and forth between the floor in front of her and the basketball hoops. I could feel her stress through the glass window.

Soon enough, the door of my classroom swung open to reveal the same blonde girl, still painted with the same stress but now that I could see her face it seemed cuter that she was in such a rush. A couple of balls of sweat fell down her face while the teacher gave her a 'how are you late on the first day' kind of look.

She had on a pair of gray sweatpants and a dark red hoodie that almost perfectly matched her shoes. As I looked her up and down, the teacher sent her my way. That's when our eyes met for the first time. It felt like I was looking at the sky. Her face was still flushed with a light pink hue and was identical to her lips. She looked like she did not want to be here, let alone be seated next to a 16-year-old swiftie.

She sat down with a huge huff and let her legs naturally separate. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her so to not seem creepy I had to talk to her. I'm almost positive that the teacher just thought I was filling her in on what had been said earlier but I was not. For the first time in a while, I wasn't focusing on what my teacher was saying. I wasn't taking down everything she said and putting it in my notebook. Instead, I was looking into the eyes of who was now my biggest crush.

"Hey! I promise you from what I've heard, this class is not as bad as it seems. I heard they'll be a shit ton of group projects maybe we could do some of them together?"

I was always told that I was a chatterbox and I needed to stop being so open and welcoming to people. that didn't stop me ever. I could tell that she was trying to ignore me but eventually, she gave in and looked me in the eye again. Her face was pretty blank but I could see right behind her dull-looking eyes that she wanted someone kind in this class. Maybe I'm just obsessed with reading people but it feels pretty accurate to me

"Thank you but I'm good," she said, quickly shutting down my excitement of the conversation.

I let out a sharp breath and looked back at my desk. At least I tried.

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The rest of the class was calm for me. Probably miserable for the blonde. Just as I was getting up to leave the classroom after our bell rang, I realized that I didn't even know her name. And of course, I was far too nervous to go talk to her again so I had to suffer the feeling of not knowing my own crush's name.

Then I was saved.

She walked out of the room right in front of me and was greeted by another girl, she looked like her best friend.

"Paige!" the girl squealed wrapping her arm around Paige's shoulder.

Paige.

I decided that I had been walking behind the two girls for long enough. To the point where my blood started to boil and the sight of the two being so exhilarated to see each other. I know I had just "met" Paige but I wanted that to be me. I wanted to be close to her.

I slowly slipped past the two girls and walked up to Lily, hugging her again. As hard as I tried, my face was still red from thinking about Paige. and Lily could tell.

"What's up with you?" She said nudging my shoulder.

My eyes widened once I realized that my face was burning up.

"Oh uh, nothing! it was just really hot in that classroom. That's why I'm hot no other reason. I mean it is August, and late summer is always the hottest here I mean when I tell you I was sweating so much in that class it was crazy. You're lucky you didn't have to be put through that heat heh." That was when I realized I was rambling. Only getting redder by the second.

"That's why I'm red." I rubbed the back of my neck while hiding my face.

Lily's eyebrows furrowed in. She saw right through me.

She shook whatever lie I was pushing out of my mouth and kept on walking toward her next class. passing period was around 7 minutes so once she went into her next class I took the time to go to the bathroom and touch up my lipgloss. I had a feeling that that would happen every passing period now.

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Paige's pov

It was lunch now and I still couldn't get that girl out of my head. I barely even remembered how she looked I just remembered her voice. soft and welcoming. I honestly loved it. her words rang through my head all day and I wish I was a bit more nice in class. I was secretly hoping that we would have at least two classes together because she seemed like the nicest person to come up to me.

It only took me a couple of minutes to finish the lunch I had made earlier this morning. The only reason I finished eating so quickly was to get to the outside basketball court before any of the cocky and annoying guys did.

There was already a ball laying out on the floor so I picked it up and called over Azzi to practice with me because playing basketball with yourself had to be the strongest guy magnet to exist.

We were just practicing layups and rebounds for what felt like a very short amount of time before my eyes latched onto the same girl. I missed that shot I was in the middle of making once I saw her walking to the tables.

I've never actually let a girl distract me from basketball but I couldn't help myself. Azzi quickly noticed and part of me felt like she was jealous.

Azzi tapped my shoulder, causing me to lose focus on the girl. It seemed like she was in slow motion as she walked past me without even looking.

Everything was back at a normal speed when Azzi gathered my attention.

"Dude, are you good?" She lifted her hands in the air.

By the time I could come up with an answer, she was gone. and I still didn't know her name.

"Yeah, I'm g-good." I was not.

My mind kept going back to that moment and replaying it over and over. I had just noticed that she had freckles. Perfectly and evenly distributed over her tanned skin. Her hair was long and it draped over her shoulders like a shawl. She wasn't short but she wasn't tall. 5'7 maybe? I kept on trying to remember her features as detailed as I could. I mean I only looked at her for a couple of seconds, there wasn't much to work with.

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When I got home it was harder than usual to focus on anything. My dad started explaining what I'd do for basketball this year as if I hadn't been thinking about it all summer. My brain made its choice of blocking out everything and only focusing on this mystery girl.

I was never one to ignore my parents, even if they were talking about something boring, unlike basketball. Yet here I was zoning out while my dad tried to get my attention multiple times.

I finally snapped out of whatever haze I was in and looked my dad in the eye. "What huh? Sorry."

He rolled his eyes at me and stood up to get another plate of food, along with one for me.

"I said, you'll want to try and get closer with other teammates and not just Azzi. There is a chance you'll play with them in the future."

He handed me a plate of food with a couple of utensils before sitting back down and finishing his food.

I ate my food quickly and tried to get outside before it got too dark.

Usually, I'd go outside and practice shooting a ball around but when I stepped outside I saw the one person I had been thinking about all day.

The same girl from school had just walked into what I was guessing was her home. My heart sank a little when I saw the door shut behind her. There was no way that this girl was living right across from me.

Part of me wanted to keep playing with my basketball until it got dark but another part of me (the one that took control) wanted to be bold. So I did

I walked across the street between me and the girl's house and stepped onto her porch. I hesitated knocking but slowly knocked on her blue wooden door three times.

At first, there was no answer so I turned myself around, convincing myself that it was a bad idea even though I really wanted someone to answer the door.

Just as I was about to walk down the four steps of her porch, the door opened. My head snapped around to see her standing in the doorway.

"Hey?" She said.

Her voice was just as soft as I could remember from this morning. She was so confused though.

I waved at her with my back slightly turned in her direction before switching angles and walking right back up to her porch.

"Hi! Uh, I'm sorry but I saw you walking in and I wanted to apologize for being so blunt this morning. It was rude." I tried to cover my face once I felt it growing with heat.

But when I looked up, she was still smiling. She was smiling as if I didn't totally treat her like shit in first period. She smiled as if she was glad that I was on her porch.

"Oh don't worry about that. First days of school aren't everyone's thing like they are for me so I don't blame you." She began to walk towards me while shutting the door behind her.

"I'm Lydia!"

Lydia. It fit her so well.

"I'm Paige." I shook her hand which was standing still in the air right in front of me.

"Well, It's nice to meet you, Paige. I guess I'll see you around."

"I'd hope so, we live right next to each other so if we didn't I'd get pretty worried."

"Would you now?"

Lydia then turned around and walked back into her house.

My feet felt like they weren't even attached to the ground. My hands tingled and I could still feel her touch against my palm. I must have stood there for at least 3 minutes before running back into my own house and sprinting up the stairs.

I threw myself on my bed with my arms and legs spread out.

"Shit!"

My head fell into my hands attempting to cover my now red face, even though I didn't have anyone to hide it from.

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Lydia's pov 

The minute I got back inside, I was quite literally jumping for joy. I was squealing and running around my house as if I just got into my dream college.

I actually lived right next to the one girl I wanted to. Paige.

I ran up to my room and continued to jump up and down. I took no time to get out my record player and put on my Lover record. I had it at the max volume.

I began to sing along to the lyrics of Cornelia Street as loud as I could. After screaming the lyrics to every Lover song, I calmed myself down and flopped my body onto my bed. The covers slid around while I squirmed about my bed. I then took a pillow into my hands and screamed as loud as I could into it.

By now my face was blazing red and I couldn't feel anything on my body.

Some would say that I was overreacting but they obviously didn't know how much this meant to me.

First of all, my nice personality actually showed and Paige didn't think I was just being annoying and perky. Second of all, she didn't mean to have an off-putting reaction to my nice personality. Third of all, she actually gave enough of a fuck to apologize for having an attitude this morning. and fourth of all, she lived right. Next. To Me.

I felt my heart flutter out of my chest the more I thought about it. and just as I was getting caught in a daydream of what the future could hold for me and Paige, my brother walked in.

"Can you turn that music down? My ears are fucking bleeding."

Of course, I wasn't going to turn the music down or let my brother ruin my lovely daydreaming moment, so I picked up a different pillow of mine and chucked it at his face.

"Put on some headphones then!"

I yelled over my music. Was it maybe a little too loud? Yes. Did I care? Nope.

My brother slammed my door and left to storm down the hallway and complain to my mom. Next thing you know she was interrupting me and stood in the doorway with a hand on her hip.

I was now forced to turn down my amazing musical taste and listen to my mom's lecture.

"What is going on? Why on earth are you so smiley?"

My face was serious and stern until she asked what was up with me. Then I began to let my smile right back out and crept up to my mom. I wrapped my arms around her, still not being able to control my excitement.

"Mom the best thing happened today. Sit down sit down." I sat in my desk chair after patting on the bed for my mom to sit on. A long sigh left her mouth while she shut the door and sat down next to me.

"So basically, I was in my homeroom ready for everything when I looked out the window and this random blonde girl was rushing through campus, and then next thing I knew she was in my class. Mom she has the prettiest blue eyes and her hair looks so shiny and long and oh my god." I dipped my head into my hands to shade the absolutely humongous smile that was on my lips.

"She sat next to me and I was like 'blah blah blah school is difficult on the first day blah blah blah this class is going to be fun blah blah blah' I was being nice like how I usually am and boom she has a bland ass reaction- language I know I'm sorry. then I get home and the next thing I know she's at my door! she starts apologizing for her reaction and is being so nice and I find out that her name is Paige! Paige Paige Paige oh my God!"

I was now spinning around in my chair with my knees huddled close to my chest and when I looked up my mom had the most admiring smile on.

My mom always cared for me and my love life. She had to be the sweetest and most supporting and caring mom ever.

She then pulled her hand up to my back and began rubbing back and forth, slowly calming me down.

"That's amazing honey. So she lives near us?"

My face lit up just thinking about that fact.

"Yes! Right across the street!"

My mom laughed again at my excitement.

"I'm happy for you love." She removed her hand from my back and stood up with a grunt.

Once she left the room I was finally calmed down. I let out a huge breath and laid back down on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

I could almost feel my heartbeat in my mouth as I panted. All that jumping and screaming was getting to me.

Without even taking off my jeans or my sweater, I fell asleep on top of my covers. I was curled up in the corner of my bed now.

Of course, all I could think and dream about was Paige. My head began jumping from scenario to scenario. Ones where me and Paige were together. A first date. And all of those thoughts slowly led me to sleep.

for the first time in a while, I actually felt like this would work. Like maybe I had found a crush that won't fuck me over silently by ignoring me.