MY BRAIN JUST DIED AND ROTTED Y'ALL HOLY SHIT. (im Sorry I Just Wanted To Be A Part Of The Conversation)

Watching titties bounce is good for the soul

this man is like a cockroach. be just keeps coming back. can tumblr software ban him??

Hello and please listen! (Im sorry to bother you about this again if you've seen this but we have a really bad ongoing problem.)

We have banned this guy two times but we cannot give up. He is a PEDO. I wanna fight for her because I am a fan.

His user is @ lexnonscripta777 !!! He's back. (he changed his username)

if you don't know who or what has been happening, hes a grown adult man sexualizing a 16 year old actress. In his very original account he has made lewd art of her or claims he has known her for years (parasocial relationship) which means he started finding her attractive when she was around 9-11.

PLEASE REPORT HIM AND SHARE. We CANNOT let him have a platform!!

REPORT @ / lexnonscripta777

and please don’t apologize. i will always use any platform i have no matter the size for awareness and good.

ADDING TAGS FOR MORE EXPOSURE: @idontcare4urmom @bigbeefybitch @mattsfavbitchhh @chrizz444 @anna-sturniolo @chrissv4mp @kikisturnioloo

do NOT develop a parasocial relationship with that internet person they WILL disappoint u. not me though. u can all be parasocial with me, i will never hurt u like that

we’re gonna be ok btw

he’s SO baby i love him

you cannot convince me this is who y’all are writing toxic dealer fics about 😭

Your honor shes not scary she's just a sweet little bear cub

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐭 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 . . . you’re typically a straight a student, thanks to your relationship with your professor. but one day he randomly fails you and you find a way to bump up your grade.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mature language, dom!matt, smut — oral (male receiving) — (read at your own risk)

a grin grows on your face as you watch your professor slowly make his way towards where you’re sitting, passing out the graded papers to your fellow students.

see, the reason you’re so excited to receive your assignment back is because you just know you’re getting an a+. the reason for it may be unethical, but regardless it keeps your grades up.

so what if you’re secretly hooking up with professor sturniolo, he’s hot, experienced and you never get lower than an a so it’s a win-win situation.

however, as he finally stops at your desk, harshly placing the paper on your desk, your face immediately drops at the red, large circled F. you look up at him, and he doesn’t even give you a sneaky glance with his eyes that are normally mixed with desire and hunger for you.

he passes by quickly, and you just fold your arms at the lack of touch he’d normally give you whenever he walks by your desk. your glossy upper lip lifts into a sneer at the sight of the failed paper even though you didn’t really put any effort into it, just expecting him to pass you.

you just sigh, knowing internally that you’re going to immediately question him and his odd behavior after class.

-‘๑’-

the rest of english passes by pretty quick, only filled with the annoying chatter of the other students filling your ears. you watch as everyone rushes out the classroom to their next period, but you stay seated until the class is empty.

but professor sturniolo doesn’t realize you’re still lingering until he looks up and notices you with your arms folded at your desk. his face crinkles with confusion as he takes a seat on his chair, picking up other papers that desperately need to be graded.

“can i help you?” he questions, breaking the silence as his gaze flickers between you sat at the desk in front of him then back to his task.

you grow irritated towards how oblivious he’s acting, harshly pushing your chair out from underneath the wooden desk with the paper tightly gripped in your hand. you practically storm over to your desk as if there’s a gloomy cloud above your head, your eyebrows furrowed.

once you reach his desk, you violently slam your graded paper in front of you, not shifting your gaze away from him. your eyes are glued to your professor, anger and frustration coursing through your veins. “you failed me,” you hiss, watching his every move.

he adjusts his glasses, pulling them to the tip of his nose, picking up the paper. “your writing is sloppy,” he blankly states, pushing it to the side.

you tilt your head at his shift in behavior, not used to him being honest about your efforts in class. “you never fail me,” you refer to every single a+ he’s given you. “we fuck and you pass me, that’s been our deal for months so my parents don’t get onto me.”

“like i said, your writing is sloppy,” he repeats, leaning back in his seat. he folds his arms, looking up at your through his glasses. “normally you at least put effort into it, yet this time it’s probably the worst fuckingthing i’ve ever read.”

your face flickers with frustration towards how effortlessly those words leave his mouth. yes, he’s not wrong with saying that because for the first time, you didn’t even try with the assignment but it doesn’t mean he should back out of the arrangement.

“fuck you matt,” you seethe and the use of his first name makes him immediately stand up. he shuffles around his desk, now standing right in front of you. you look up at him through your lashes, knowing that it’s his weakness.

“fuck me?” he tilts his head, a certain look in his eyes. that same look he gives you to show when he’s fueling with the desire of being close to you. “you know it’s mister sturniolo to you.”

you’d be lying if you said this certain dominance wasn’t turning you on, feeling the wetness pool between your legs. you tug on your pleated skirt, pulling your lip between your teeth.

“you don’t wanna fail me mister sturniolo,” you tilt your head and your hand reaches for his hair, fixing his middle part. “do you, sir?” your voice is sweet like honey, the words rolling off your tongue so easily.

he places his hand on the desk next to him, leaning on it for support. “i really don’t, so you should give me a reason why i shouldn’t,” a devilish grin appears on his face and you instantly know how you’re about to get your grade up.

now fully leaning against his desk, he cups your jaw with his hand, the pad of his thumb dragging across your bottom lip. your lips part slightly, giving him the opportunity for you to wrap your lips around his thumb. you do exactly that, not breaking eye contact with your professor as he pushes it deeper inside every second.

your tongue swirls around it, feeling the coldness of his ring inside of your mouth. it clashes with your teeth as he speeds up his movements, moving it inside and out. “fuck…” he drags out, his eyes sparkling with hunger and admiration towards how good you look.

matt pulls his finger out, causing a pop sound to enter the class and he places his hands on your shoulders. “you gonna be a good girl and get your grade up?” he questions through a smirk and you nod, watching his expression soften as he gently pushes you down to your knees.

your skin comes in contact with the wooden floor, hissing slightly at the hard and cold material. your lashes flutter as he looks down at you, taking his glasses off placing them on the desk. “go on then,” he says and you rapidly nod your head.

now your attention is glued to the erection vo ible through his pants, only growing by the second. you unzip them, tugging at his pants and his boxers; you pull them down at the same time.

you chew on your bottom lip, taking the base of his cock into your hands, slowly pumping at it. he twitches at your gentle movements, his lips parting at the familiar sight of you on your knees for him.

you straighten your posture fully, giving yourself the opportunity to drag your tongue against his veiny, throbbing cock, then his tip. a trail of saliva is left because of your movements and you listen to the hums of approval leaving matt’s lips.

without even thinking twice, you wrap your lips around his member, your hand remaining on the base of it. you bob your head slowly and matt quietly whimpers, “oh my fuck,” he groans and you resist the rush to smile at how easy it is to make him feel so good.

you continue to bob your head, twisting your hand at the same time. you feel the large amount of saliva building up inside of your mouth as you continue to move, pulling away to take a breath and letting the dribble fall down your chin before you quickly wrap your lips back around his cock, bobbing your head again.

“fuck, i—just like that, fuck,” he jumbles up his words, letting a moan escape from his lips. “you’re doing s-so good, keep going baby,” he praises as you speed up your movements.

your cheeks hollow and you suck faster, ignoring the spit dripping down your fingers and falling onto your exposed legs. “you’re amazing,” he praises you again and you feel your cheeks heat up.

matt feels his stomach clench, only moments away from reaching his release. his hand finds its way behind your head, pushing you down while taking strands of your hair between his fingers and you gag as your nose comes in contact with his pelvic bone.

“i’m—fuck…” he groans, implying that he’s about to reach his climax.

you continue at the pace you’re at, only slowing down once you feel a familiar liquid shooting into the back of your throat. you pull away, a string of saliva connecting from his tip to your plump lips. you wipe the corner of your mouth with your thumb, looking up at him and the surprised expression plastered across his face.

matt’s chest heaves, looking down at you with a grin of satisfaction. “you’re fucking perfect,” he says, reaching for a pen as well as your paper.

he rotates his body slightly, giving him space to write something on it. you watch as he scribbles something out, then writing something new. after he finishes, he passes it to you and a dimpled-smile grows on your face.

A+ for my best student :)

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 — @anniessocean @mattspleasure @bugeyedgrl @chrissturniolosbiggestslut

"B-but Palestinians can get their freedom with peace not violence 🥺🥺" no. Screw your feelings. The armed resistance against colonizers and murderers is what will give Palestinians their freedom and what will eventually achieve real peace.

An enemy that bombs and uses white phosphorus against civilians doesn't know nor practice what your broken moral compass describes as "peace". Freedom was proven throughout history not to be achieved through kneeling and asking the oppressor to kindly stop. Freedom needs to be taken by force. Your little Utopian way of thinking doesn't work in the real world. Your feelings don't matter because you're not the one living under occupation. Your feelings don't matter because you're not one of the thousands of children who lost their limbs. You're not one of the children who became orphans due to this genocide. You're not the mother who lost her child to the carpet bombing. You're not the father carrying the remains of your child in plastic bags. You're not the newlywed woman who lost her husband. You're not the one at risk of either getting killed any second or losing your loved ones in the blink of an eye!

"Peace" is not really a thing you see during a live ethnic cleansing!

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It could cause earthquakes