#he’s back 💔💔💔

[jackh0ffman69]

The epic introduction!!!

Heyy Tumblr I’m Jackson or just Jack for short, Jack Hoffman you can also call me big man a lot of people do(source trust me bro)

I used to have blog here I made it earlier in my freshmen year which was deleted for a totally unfair reason >:((( I don’t know how but somehow I violated the community guideline…. hopefully I can find my mutuals again!!

I’m a freshmen btw I go to hatchetfield high school GO NIGHTHAWKS!!! we’re literally the coolest chat. trust (wait i don’t think I should be saying what school I go to-)

Well anyways that’s the boring part over, here’s a bit about myself :-)

>id like to be a marine biologist when I’m older, I think the ocean is real neat and sharks are the coolest

>my death counter is 0 I don’t really know what this means but everyone else has one and I’d like to know how to raise mine ☹️☹️☹️

>im a hardcore theatre kid 92sies, Hamilton, falsettos and rtc are my faves.also apart of my schools super awesome drama club🔥🔥

>I enjoy listening to weezer, the Cranewives, Will Wood,Bo Burnham,tears for fear, the cure and newsies sound track.

>weezer (please don’t bully me i swear im cool)

>there’s this one really cool senior here, his name is Max and he’s on the football team!! he like rules the school likes he’s gender bent Heather Chandler and holy shit he’s like totally awesome.

>intellectual bisexual with trans boy swag 🔥🔥

>may or may not have a life time ban from watcher world….

>im like the coolest freshmen here in hatchetfield trust,

>certified gremlin boy. people I say I’m the human version of a raccoon??? But it fits I guess

>I wonder where all of those traffic signs went??// totally joking I don’t allegedly have a traffic sign collection 😇

>that’s all

Feel free to send asks I like answering them

Oh also please interact I don’t bite i swear!!!

Ooc information:

-Ran by @4rielle

-I’m a minor and the character is 14 so please refrain from sending nsfw asks.

-Oc and canon blogs are welcome to interact.

-I have an autoimmune disease so I may be late to answering asks and responding to reblogs but I will try to be active on this blog.

-old blog was @jackhoffman-chronicles

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Character information:

Name: Jackson Hills, goes by hoffman because he thinks it’s funny.

Nicknames: Jack, Jack Hoffman

Age and grade: 14, freshmen

Birth date: 9th of August

Height: 5’7

Mbti: enfp

Gender&pronouns: transmasc,he/him

Sexuality: bisexual intellectual

Nationality: Clivesdalish ( doesn’t know)

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Jack Lore: (more will be added on)

-Jack was adopted from Clivesdale when he was three years old, he has little memories of his bio parents and has no recollection of being from Clivesdale. although occasionally he’ll get a storage cryptic dream.

-His adoptive parents are relatively good people although there are times where they’re neglectful to him and his emotional needs which leads him to act out for attention.

-he used to get picked on in grade school but he wasn’t aware that people were mocking him.

-he has no connection to the lords in black they’re either amused by his antics or their intimidated by him.

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Personality: (probably going to be rewritten)

Positive traits: outgoing, friendly, bubbly, optimistic, helpful (well he tries to be) energetic.

Negative traits: impulsive, naive, annoying, eavesdropper, attention seeker, blindly trusting/no concept of stranger danger, bottles his emotions and in denial over his problems.

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Opinions on canon characters:

Max Jagerman: Jack deeply admires Max he views him as the coolest person in Hatchetfield ever and is probably a Max Jagerman apologist. (💀) he believes that the two have a bond because Max allegedly winked at Jack at one of his games.

Stephanie Lauter: woah it’s the mayors daughter. he thinks she’s cool but he’s a bit scared of her because he believes that she has the power to exile him from hatchetfield if he pisses her off.

Peter Spankoffski: heheh Spankoffksi. he thinks his last name is funny but he seems pretty chill.

Ruth Fleming: he thinks she’s like really cool for being behind the light and sound direction for the school musical. he wants to know how she does it but he doesn’t know how to approach her about it.

Grace Chasity: he’s scared of her. he doesn’t know why but she lowkey terrifies him. he probably has nightmares about her 💀

Richie Lipschitz: the cool nerd with blue hair!!! Jack doesn’t know Richie well but he admires his style.

Kyle Clauger: Max’ really cool friend!!!!

Jason Jepson: Max’ other really cool friend🔥🔥🔥

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Roles in Hatchetfield musicals:

Tgwdlm: Pokey forgot to curse Jack but Jack was honestly lowkey vibing with the hive mind because the whole world is a musical and isn’t that cool??? he’s sort of the antithesis to Paul where Paul watched every musical and hated it Jack was the opposite.

Black Friday: Jack was in the mall for Black Friday to buy a new edition of the weezer blue vinyl, he died sometime during feast and famine by getting caught in the commotion and breaking his neck by tripping over his shoe lace. his body was later found by Tom and Becky.

Npmd: if Jack was a character in npmd I’d picture him to be a side character/ensemble for the high school scenes and musical numbers. he’d was probably one of the only people who grieved for Max after his death . Max almost killed him while he was slashing but stopped when he saw Jacks Max Jagerman shrine and either spared him out of appreciation that someone cared about him or was so weirded out that he went “oh fuck this”

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Additional information: (tba)

[cuntphoric]

you’ve been skipping class, flunking labs, and now you’re in his office with a bad throbbing ache between your legs and an even badder grade

you don’t even bother knocking when you walk into his office, because he’s the one who told you to “come in after hours if you want to fix this."

he’s lounging behind his desk like he always is, legs spread wide, shirt unbuttoned just enough to show a sliver of his chest. those ridiculous black sunglasses are perched low on his nose, and when he sees you he smiles.

“look who finally showed up,” he sighed, gesturing lazily to the stack of unfinished lab reports on his desk. “thought you’d given up.”

you shift awkwardly, heart pounding that you swore that felt like . “i just.. didn’t know what to say.”

“good thing you’re not here to talk, then,” he murmurs, pushing his glasses back up. “you’ve been slacking all semester. skipping lectures, half assing labs.. think i wouldn’t notice?”

you try to look apologetic, but it’s hard to think when he stands up and walks toward you, all tall, slow, and hot as hell. he stops when he’s just behind you, so close you can feel the heat of him against your back.

he stops just behind you. doesn’t touch. doesn’t even breathe too loud. but he’s there. close enough to set your skin on fire.

“so,” he says, voice lower now, almost lazy. “what are you gonna do to make up for it?”

you swallow hard. it’s too quiet in the room, and his words feel like a trap you’re already tangled in. “i don’t know,” you mumble, not trusting yourself to meet his eyes. “whatever you think is fair..”

he lets that hang for a second. then laughs softly. “you’re asking me to decide what’s fair?” his breath brushes your neck now, and you feel it—finally, his fingers ghosting over your hip like he’s testing how far you’ll let him go. “baby, that’s dangerous.”

you say nothing. can’t. your pulse is screaming under your skin.

he leans closer, like he’s about to bite out something cruel, but he doesn’t. just murmurs, “you walk in here after weeks of disappearing and tell me whatever i think is fair? you sure you wanna give me that kind of control?”

“i’m here, aren’t i?” you whisper.

his hand finally settles on your waist, grounding, a little too firm. “yeah,” he says. “you are.”

but he doesn’t move. doesn’t do anything, not yet. just lets the tension stretch and snap in the silence, dragging it out because he wants you to squirm.

“bend over the desk,” he says quieter now, “just so we can talk.”

you hesitate this time. you know what he’s capable of when you’re like this - open, stupid with need, desperate for something rough to erase the guilt of failing repeatedly pooling in your chest. but still, you lean forward, hands braced, chest against the desk’s cold edge.

he stands behind you but doesn’t touch. just talks.

“do you even know what you want?” he asks, tone unreadable. “or are you just hoping i’ll figure it out for you?”

your mouth is dry. “i want to fix it.”

he hums. “no, you want to get fucked and pretend that fixes it.”

your breath catches.

“you think showing up wet and pathetic is the same as putting in work?” he presses a hand between your shoulder blades, not to hold you down, but just feel you. “you think that’s gonna cut it?” he sighs.

can this man just do something—

oh. and then—then—you hear the belt.

you don’t hesitate. your hands brace against the cool wood as you feel him behind you, tugging at your waistband, baring you like you’re some toy he gets to play with when the lab’s closed.

and then you hear it. the soft click of his belt.

“count for me,” he says.

the first strike is loud and hot and sharp, making your hips jerk forward and your breath catch in your throat.

“one,” you gasp.

“you can take more than that, right?” he murmurs, and god, he sounds pleased.

he spanks you again, then again, harsh and slow, pausing just enough to let the sting settle before the next. by the seventh you’re trembling, thighs pressed tight, skin burning.

by the twelfth you’re dripping, trying not to grind against the desk to get some- any kind of friction. he leans forward, pressing a kiss just under your ear, voice thick.

“look at you,” he breathes. “all shaky already. i haven’t even fucked you yet.”

when he finally pulls his cock out, he drags the tip along your slit just to pull a reaction out of you and then he pushes in, all at once, no warning, making your body jolt forward as he buries himself deep.

he fucks you like he’s trying to drill the periodic table into your spine—slow at first, grinding deep, then picking up pace until the desk creaks under you. one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your hip, dragging you back onto him like he owns you.

“gonna fix that grade right here,” he pants. “maybe if i fuck you dumb enough, you’ll stop skipping class.”

you’re crying out now, clenching around him, brain static.

“f-fuck—professor—”

he groans, hips stuttering as he slams into you harder, until your legs give and your moans turn into needy whines. and when he comes, it’s with a low growl and a handful of your hair in his fist, cock buried so deep it feels like he’s made a mark inside.

you stay there, folded over the desk, skin warm and used, every nerve fried and twitching. the world’s gone fuzzy around the edges, and your thighs are trembling, stuck between the aftershock and the hot cum inside.

he slides out antagonizingly slow. his hands stay on your hips a second longer than they need to, thumbs brushing over the marks he left. then he leans in, and you feel the scratch of his stubble as he kisses the base of your spine—soft and mocking.

his voice is a low purr when he speaks.

“look at you,” he murmurs. “can’t even stand up straight.”

you groan, forehead still pressed to the desk, too gone to argue.

he pulls your panties back up with a tenderness that doesn’t match anything that just happened, then palms your ass one last time that felt too smug.

“extra credit approved,” he says, and when you glance back, he’s buttoning his shirt as if he didn’t just rearrange your guts.

the belt’s still hanging loose around his hips. his smile’s a little crooked. and he’s already reaching for a red pen.

[anbaisai]

mermay means the perfect opportunity for me to expand upon the mayu secret third leech sibling au from a while back (why is this becoming a real AU)

[piastrihub]

This thing oscar does with his mouth sometimes when he wins where you can tell he feels confident and proud of himself yupppp

[arhvste]

“this is killing me.” kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. “just trust me bro,” his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. “this works everytime for me i swear!”

kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie he’d taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. “maybe it’s too cringe…” he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. “nah.” bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. “you look sexy.” kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. “… thanks bro.”

this isn’t something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. he’d seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than he’d like to admit.

“i feel like a modern jay gatsby,” the ex volleyball captain huffed. “my selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties he’d throw in hopes to get daisy’s attention except i don’t want to post every night, i’ve already made myself cringe with this one post.” bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. “yeah… whatever that means.” kuroo frowned back “it’s a classic, you should know what i mean!”

how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far he’d felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasn’t enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.

what were you doing? why weren’t you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?

these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadn’t for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least he’d know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.

“this is stupid.” he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someone’s attention. “it works you just have to wait, trust me.”

kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who weren’t you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. “look!” his best friend grinned as he leaned over kuroo’s shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. “you’re getting likes on it!”

“what’s the point if they’re not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.” kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldn’t believe he’d been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.

it had been about forty five minutes since he’d posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didn’t give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why weren’t you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?

“this is stupid.” he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with ‘looksmaxing’ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. “no, it’s barely been up!” bokuto whined. “you look hot so you should get some replies anyway what’s the big deal?”

pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. “the big deal is the person i posted this for hasn’t replied!” what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasn’t going to at least make his existence more known to you? he’d even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldn’t.

the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. “yes they did!” he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.

kuroo’s heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture he’d made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?

psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasn’t an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.

bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and he’d regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait he’d so carefully laid. this is what he’d been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards he’d sown.

clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokuto’s grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.

‘the label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut it’

“a wins a win.” bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. “… a wins a win…”

[gojoest]

they’re finally back together 🥹

but i am not going to lie, seeing them all gathered together feels like satoru will pop up anytime and take them on a mission, but he left letters instead…. :,)

[laiamadej]

Everytimes - Ethel cain

Yippie! Another silly animetic💞💞💞💞💞 bc, like i said, i'm on a journey to draw them to as much song from her as possible. N i meant it. 80s them (n some older them) r so Ethel coded in some aspect soooo YEP! The icarus aspect of Ford n (very little bc i write him as trying not to fall. So it's a silly thought💔) Daedalus aspect of Stan. Anyway,,

Cw for a bit, like, very little flash. N some blood. Also NOT a ship💔

Also separate drawing under cut!

I forgor i can only post like, 10, so yea

[waterthatsmoe]

《 Skully's kyukurarin 》

[bigfeelingsdyke]

everyone on suits knows they’re in a (mostly) lighthearted dramedy except for gabriel macht, who is giving an academy-award-nominee-for-a-wartime-romantic-tragedy level performance whenever harvey and mike break up for half an episode

[artashipatrick]

[ctrlzxoo]

ivan and till have their first kiss, an alternate ending 💕

please look at this comic for context and Part 1!

[rystiel]

the damn geometrussy got him

[str4wberry-goblin]

Rewatching ds9 and I’m starting a count for when Julian’s in ops for no reason. Start taking bets on the final number ❤️

[mcr0wave]

my first time actually drawing cars 💔💔 plz don't judge me 💔💔💔💔💔💔

unfortunately i am also an erasermic shipper. 😿😿😿😿😿😿😿😿😿

[bigboobie27]

Colored in a quick sketch I forgot about 🫡

[padmesbox]

I have decided who I will be.