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HALLOWEEEEEEEEENNNN!!
To celebrate the first of Halloween, I have to share with you my recent discovery: The Living Tombstone’s remix of Spooky Scary Skeletons and Freaks by Timmy Trumpet & Savage have the same BPM.
"Singing for you"
I love being in student leadership
But I also hate it. I get to plan all these fun events for the high schoolers, which is really important because we're all doing online school. My team is making decorations, creating the playlist, practicing face paint, and organizing games. But our team is in two separate cities, and while they're only half an hour apart, it makes it really hard to plan things. One of the students is being uncooperative and saying he's gonna throw things at people and swear at them. Most of the students are Christian (unfortunately for me lmao) so this is a huge problem. Anyway, yeah, things are tough. It's hard getting things done when we can't communicate with half of our class. Zoom is helpful, but Jesus man, how are we gonna pull this party off.
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 19 - Heat of the Moment
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
an: Do you guys want full on smut or should I just keep it like this??? SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
{chapter 18} ; {next}
taglist: @jinxiewritings @actuallyvalerie @clp-84 @stickystay @reneinii
࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
The party was in full swing by the time you arrived with your friends, the bass from the music vibrating through the floor as costumed students filled every corner of Gojo’s massive penthouse. Halloween decorations covered the place, from fake cobwebs to eerie glowing lights, and the air smelled of alcohol, perfume, and the faintest hint of weed. You adjusted the ears on your head, smoothing down the tight and form fitting top of your Lola Bunny costume as you scanned the crowd.
It didn’t take long to spot him.
Toji stood near the drinks table, pouring himself a whiskey into a red Solo cup, the black and white Ghostface mask lazily pushed up onto his head. His bare chest was fully on display—his excuse for a “costume” being nothing more than black sweatpants and the mask. The defined muscles of his torso flexed as he moved, tattoos standing out against his tan skin, and you could already see girls eyeing him from across the room.
A smirk pulled at your lips as an idea formed in your head.
You weaved through the crowd and crept up behind him, waiting for the perfect moment before leaning in close. “Boo.”
Toji tensed, his hand twitching around his cup as he turned sharply, his usual scowl in place—until his eyes landed on you.
His expression froze, mouth slightly parted as he took in your costume. His green eyes darkened, gaze trailing over your body, from the fluffy ears on your head to the dangerously short shorts that barely covered anything. His tongue swiped over his lips as he blatantly checked you out, and for a second, you swore he forgot how to speak.
Then, just as quickly, his expression twisted into something irritated. “The fuck are you wearin’?”
You blinked, taken aback. “A costume?”
He scoffed, his eyes flickering to the guys around you, lingering on the ones that had been stealing glances your way. His jaw tensed, and before you knew it, he was yanking his hoodie from where it was tied around his waist and tossing it at you. “Put that shit on.”
You caught it, brows furrowing. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” He crossed his arms over his chest, biceps flexing. “Walkin’ around damn near naked—everyone’s starin’.”
“Oh, so what, you’re allowed to be shirtless, but I have to cover up?” You put a hand on your hip. “That’s rich.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
He scowled. “It just is.”
You grinned. “You’re jealous.”
“Jealous?” He let out a dry laugh. “Of what?”
“Of all the guys looking at me right now,” you teased, stepping closer. “Bet you wanna fight every single one of them, huh?”
Toji’s eye twitched. “I swear to god, Y/N—”
“Relax, big guy.” You threw his hoodie back at him with a wink.
Toji opened his mouth to retort, but before he could, a familiar figure brushed past the two of you.
Gojo.
You both immediately turned your attention to him, watching as he strolled by, one arm lazily slung over the shoulders of a girl. She was dressed in a police officer costume, tight-fitting but understated, a stark contrast to Gojo’s usual flashy preferences. His criminal costume complemented hers, a lazy attempt at “matching,” but what caught your attention was the way she clung to him—not in an attention-seeking way, but in a way that made it clear she was anxious and had her guard up.
Toji let out a low whistle. “So he really got a girl, huh?”
You crossed your arms. “Guess so.”
“She don’t look like his type.”
“She’s not.”
Toji glanced at you. “You met her?”
“Yeah, yesterday.” You sighed, shifting on your feet. “I might’ve been kinda mean to her.”
At that, Toji’s expression shifted. His brows furrowed slightly, lips pulling into a pout that he’d never admit was a pout. “Why?”
You shrugged. “I dunno. I guess…I was just surprised. I thought he’d go for someone different.”
“You mean someone like you?”
Your eyes flickered to his, and you could see the irritation swimming beneath them. He didn’t like the idea that you might still care.
You smirked. “Maybe.”
Toji scoffed. “You’re full of shit.”
You only laughed before turning on your heel and disappearing back into the crowd.
As the night went on, you could feel Toji’s gaze on you, your eyes meeting across the room every so often, a silent tension building between you. The occasional glances, the way his lips quirked up whenever he saw you laughing, the way you’d purposely sway your hips just a little more when you knew he was watching—it was a game, a dangerous one, but neither of you wanted to stop playing.
By the time 2 AM rolled around, you were tipsy, the alcohol buzzing through your system as you stepped out onto the balcony to get some air. You leaned against the railing, enjoying the crisp night breeze, when a familiar voice rumbled behind you.
“Coulda sworn I told you to cover up.” His voice was rough, low, edged with something that sent a shiver down your spine.
You turned, crossing your arms as you met his gaze. “You’re still on that?”
He smirked, stepping closer, his presence impossibly heavy. “Nah. Just figured I should remind you.”
“You’re annoying.”
“You love it.”
“Do I?”
“Mhm.”
You stared at each other, the air between you charged, thick with something unspoken. The tension had been simmering all night, bubbling under the surface of every lingering glance, every brush of your fingers when you passed each other.
And now, it was spilling over.
Your heart pounded as you tilted your head, voice softer now. “What are we doing, Toji?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he let his gaze drop, slowly trailing down the curve of your neck, past your collarbone, over the fitted top hugging your chest. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips before he met your eyes again, darker this time, the green nearly swallowed by black.
“You tell me,” he murmured.
Your breath caught.
Something shifted.
Before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the space between you, your hands hesitating for only a second before grasping the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging him just a little closer. His chest brushed against yours, and the heat radiating from his skin was almost overwhelming.
His fingers brushed along your waist, barely there, a teasing touch that made you tremble.
You tilted your chin up, while he lowered his head to lean in closer, lips just inches from his. “I think you wanna kiss me.”
Toji huffed a quiet laugh, but it was strained. His fingers flexed against your waist, gripping you tighter, as if to steady himself.
“Yeah?” His voice was husky, a challenge laced beneath it.
You nodded, your nose brushing against his.
“You gonna do something about it?”
Toji’s patience snapped.
His mouth crashed onto yours, rough and hungry, like he’d been waiting all night for this moment. His hands found your hips, pulling you flush against him, and the heat of his bare chest burned through the thin fabric of your top. His lips were soft but demanding, his teeth nipping at your lower lip before he soothed the bite with his tongue, tasting the faint trace of alcohol on you.
You whimpered against his mouth, fisting the fabric of his sweatpants as his hands roamed your body, fingers digging into your thighs, your waist, anywhere he could touch. He kissed you like he was starving, like he needed to memorize the shape of your lips, the way your breath hitched when he tilted your head back to deepen the kiss.
His hands moved up, fingers slipping into your hair as he tilted your face, pressing deeper, devouring you. You felt the rough scrape of his stubble against your skin, the sharp contrast between his firm grip and the lazy drag of his lips against yours. He was overwhelming, intoxicating, and you couldn’t get enough.
You tugged at his waistband, making him groan against your mouth, his hands squeezing your hips in response. He pulled away just enough to mutter, “Keep doin’ shit like that, and I ain’t stoppin’.”
Your lips were swollen, breath shaky as you stared at him, both of you panting, drunk on each other.
You licked your lips. “Maybe I don’t want you to.”
Toji grinned against your skin, his teeth grazing your jaw before he kissed you again, slower this time, savoring every second. His hands slid under your hoodie—his hoodie now draped over your shoulders—fingertips tracing the bare skin beneath it.
“Fuck,” he muttered against your mouth. “You’re dangerous.”
“You like it.”
“Damn right, I do.”
And then, with a heated pull, he had you back against him, pressing his lips to yours with a force that left you breathless.
It was the last thing you remembered clearly.
The next morning, you woke up in unfamiliar sheets.
Your heart pounded as you blinked against the morning light, the events of last night hazy in your mind. Your head was killing you, and your limbs felt heavy as you slowly turned your head—only to see a very shirtless Toji sleeping beside you.
Your stomach dropped.
Oh, shit.
Panicked, you sat up, heart racing as you looked down at yourself—no clothes. No fucking clothes.
Your hands trembled as you quickly got out of bed, scrambling for your outfit. Your thoughts were jumbled, memories a blur, and you couldn’t even piece together how you’d ended up here. The only thing you knew was that you had to get out.
Toji stirred slightly, his brows furrowing in his sleep, but he didn’t wake up.
Holding your breath, you grabbed your heels and tiptoed to the door, slipping out as quietly as you could.
You didn’t stop moving until you were outside, the morning air biting against your bare skin.
And then, finally, you let out a shaky breath.
What the hell did I do?
There is nothing better than being a multishipper
A Cryptid Party
I finally had the cryptid themed party I had planned for my birthday yesterday. Of course I was MothMan and had all of my other friends dress up.
I had sectioned off each room to for the theme such as my creepy stairwell as the MothMan cult room, the living room as a forest, my dining room as Area 51 alongside the bathroom door that I tinfoiled.
I’m happy that I was in the moment and everyone had a good time, I just wish I took more photos while in the moment. My costume didn’t have pockets so it was hard to keep my phone on me and whip it out to take pictures whilst being the host and making sure everyone was attended to.
I don’t regret it at all. A part of me just wishes I could summon everyone again to get a group photo. There’s a very fine line between taking too many pictures and just being in the moment that I have increasingly become confused about.
Any thoughts?
JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT DJ HELLO KITTY!!!!
SHES SO AWESUM WHAT???? how did i not know about her sooner @<@
ENJOY THE GIFFYS AND PICCYS! x33 i got them from Pinterest but i feel like the gifs themselves might be from Line or Telegram???
UPDATE: @xx-k1tsun3-k1d-xx discovered that these are, in fact, from LINE by using their line expertise :D https://store.line.me/stickershop/product/8062/en
My class had it's last day together before splitting up tomorrow. We had a really cool party. Even our homeroom teacher brought some alcohol for us (he is a real sweetheart).
I just noticed now but I will miss those a**holes, we always had fun together.
I had so much alcohol today
A cup and a half of cherry liquor,
One small bottle of chardonnay
One small bottle of Rotkäppchen sparkling wine
Half a glass gin
Half a glass vodke
Some Jack daniels
I don't even know how I am typing rn
My limbs feel like thy are not part of my body
That's normal tho
Here is the second design in my birthday party animals sticker set! This kitten is playing with the ribbon! If you would like this little guy as a sticker of your own, check out my shop (Jazzleeillustrates on Etsy)!
They ACTUALLY did this… it’s real they are taking over my house.
Another photo shoot for Careless Reaction only this time they got classy😉 Caolan- I've been wearing suits my whole life so it was no big deal and I'm used to classy places so for once the photo shoot and party were perfect for me Josh- come on! A party the day before halloween without halloween costumes! Sucks man! I'm glad though that my outfit was still kinda casual cos I hate suits. Ronan- I must say I suit class. The classy place was pretty sweet and my outfit attracted a lot of female attention. Not that I acknowledged it or anything... Zeke- the halloween costume with the tie was one thing but then I had to wear a full blown suit! A white one too! The whole time I was terrified of getting it dirty and the classy place made me uncomfortable.
23 Juin 2016, fête du Québec🎤🎶🍺( pour les français qui ne sais pas c'est quoi... ) #party #Quebec #french #feteduquebec #2016
Party selfie
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happy 4th of july
do not repost only reblog
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So, today some classmates from my class were going to bring me cake from a party belonging to another classmate.
BUT
They didn't bring me shit! Now I'm upset because I wanted cake 😾
Fuck my classmates
GuesS WHo's bAcK?!!??!!!!!!!!!
......ME!!!!!
(COOl muSIC Alert‼️)
HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!!!
Addicted to chaos
Addicted to growing
Example of a large trendy side yard deck design with no cover
