#i edited it

[cannibalisticvoyeurism]

[lolmeowaj]

[tardis-bunny]

Guys, I am officially married to Al-an 💐

Ion cube ring

[real-life-gay-ass]

dang bro my evil plan didn't work :(

man some fucking jkr support blog reblogged this post (was about the harry potter hbo show) before i edited it and was yapping on it etc and now theres a bunch of fucking terfs in my likes. get out. also got a bunch of blogs spamming me with fucked up reblog notes yayyy

[miiserykiitty]

[irl-batsignal]

i made more.

We got:

Casumi Cain (Cass Cain//Gumi),

Kagamine Lenian (Damian Wayne//Kagamine Len),

Jasane Tetodd (Jason Todd//Kasane Teto),

Kagamine Dink (Dick Grayson//Kagamine Rin),

Hatsune Tim Draku (Tim Drake//Hatsune Miku).

[tojiswhore-aventurinesslut]

You were irrevocably attracted to Anaxa. Anaxa, who didn't pay you any mind even though you sat in the front of the class, attended every office hour, raised your hand to answer every question he asked...but you understood why. He was your professor, and you were his student. Even still, you couldn't help your feelings and the fact that you wore your heart on your sleeve.  

One day after class ended, you packed up extra slowly; taking your time and letting everyone leave until it was just the two of you, before approaching him at his desk. 

"Professor Anaxagoras..." Your voice trailed off as you noticed a stray piece of lint sitting in his hair. Would you be so bold?

"Hmm?" He didn't look up from what he was doing. 

"Umm...." Your eyes drifted to the movement of his hand, admiring the way his ring-adorned fingers gripped the quill, veins lightly standing out as the tip scratched across the parchment. Your eyes traveled up, following the rope of his hair that rested over his shoulder, silky and smooth. Or at least that's how it looked, you could only imagine how it must feel. Unless....your eyes rested again on the small piece of lint in his hair. 

Before you could think better of it, your hand was reaching out, so close to touching him, until a surprisingly firm hand gripped your wrist, halting your movement.

Anaxa finally stopped what he was doing and looked up at you. "May I ask what you think you were about to do?" His eye burned into yours. 

You stuttered, face flushed at being caught attempting something so bold. "I was, I just, I—"

He cut you off. "Miss y/n, do you think I don't notice the way you sit in the front row of every class; the first hand in the air every time I ask a question? Or the way you attend the entirety of every office hour despite clearly having a firm grasp on the material?" 

You remained speechless as he stood up, pulling your wrist so you were forced to catch yourself with your other hand, bent over his desk as he looked down at you. 

"Do you think I don't notice the way you look at me? Despite the fact that you are my student and I am your professor?" He put a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him as he leaned in close. "The way desire radiates off your body all the more because of it?" His grip on your wrist tightened. 

You felt lightheaded. Ripped open and exposed. He glanced between your lips and your eyes as you fumbled to find the right words. "I don't, I didn't, I—"

"Don't play dumb now. We both know you're too smart for that.” He ran his thumb over your lips, pushing down on the bottom one to open your mouth, slipping his thumb inside to just barely touch the tip of your tongue. The cold metal of his ring sat just below your lips; a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. He was about to speak again when you both heard a knock on the door. 

Anaxa released you at the same time you jumped back, face aflame, as he told the person to come in. You just barely caught a glimpse of how composed he looked as you turned around, trying to hide the obvious effect your professor had on you. 

The door opened, revealing another professor. "Ah, Professor Anaxa, I apologize I didn't realize you were meeting with a student. Should I come back later?" 

"No need. We can meet now," he glanced at you gathering your things to leave. The other professor came in and they started discussing a lesson plan, completely ignoring your presence. You were hoping to slip out unnoticed, and were halfway through the door when Anaxa called your name. 

"We'll pick up where we left off tomorrow. I'll be expecting you in my office after class." 

You looked back at him from the doorway, his expression unreadable as you swallowed hard and nodded before finally making your exit. The feel of his grip around your wrist, the weight of his thumb, and the cold metal of his ring below your lips lingered. What did Professor Anaxagoras have in store for you tomorrow? You trembled at the thought, though not out of fear.