#study nerd

[schilders]

note: more sleepy implied nerd!gojo

When you enter your apartment, it’s quiet—which isn’t surprising—and all the lights are dimmed. Which, if you were the last one to leave, it wouldn’t be all that shocking, but you weren’t the last one here. Satoru was, and you’re sure he is still here, but where he was you didn’t know.

“Satoru?” You call out as you toe off your shoes before stepping further into the apartment. The t.v. in the living room is on, but the sound is muted. “Toru?”

You enter the kitchen next, flicking the light on and placing the few bags of groceries you had purchased down on the counters.

��Jeez, Satoru,” you sigh, shaking your head. There was a plate of unfinished food left by the sink, and it gave you an idea of just where he was and what he was doing.

He had a habit of not eating properly when studying or working on a project, so if you had to guess. . .

Taking your time, you put away all the groceries and clean up the mess Satoru left behind before fixing him a quick sandwich and a glass of ice water. It would probably have been earlier today that he last ate, so he’s hungry even if he tries to deny it.

“‘Toru?” Your voice is soft when you call for him, not wanting to disturb him. The light to your bedroom is on, peeking out from under the doorway. You gently push it open with your shoulder, not wanting to drop his food. “Hey, I made you something—”

Oh.

Well that’s not what you were expecting to see.

He’s curled up on your bed, schoolwork abandoned on your desk. He’s got his arms folded, cheek squished against them, and if you look a little closer, you’d notice the small bit of drool on the corner of his mouth.

“My precious ‘Toru,” you murmur quietly, quickly placing down the plate and glass of water. The bed dips beneath you when you make your way beside him, a hand reaching out to brush back the soft white strands of his hair.

You don’t understand how he’s comfortable sleeping the way that he is. You want to wake him up to help him change into something more comfortable and help him settle in properly, but at the same time, he looks way too peaceful.

For right now, you continue to run your fingers through his hair, watching the gentle look on his face as he sleeps. His brows furrow a bit, and then there’s a soft murmur of your name.

“‘Toru?” You swipe a finger over his bottom lip, and he twitches under your touch. A quiet giggle escapes you at the sight, and then he’s murmuring your name again.

Again, you consider waking him up, and this time you give in. He’d easily fall back asleep anyways.

“Satoru,” you say, firmer this time, hand going to his shoulder to shake him gently. “I need you to wake up, baby.”

Stirring slightly, his lashes flutter gently, and you have to stop yourself from tracing along them. You think he’s about to wake up, but he just buries his face deeper against his arms, incoherent words leaving him.

Sighing softly, you shake him a little harder, watching the way his lips form a thin line before his eyes open.

“Hey.”

And at the sound of your voice, his eyes are opening a little wider, pretty blues coming into view as he blinks slowly, like he’s trying to process everything.

“Hey,” his voice is raspy, and he clears his throat before trying again. “Hey.”

“What happened here, sweetheart?”

It takes him a few moments to register your words, his brows coming together. “W-what?” Then he’s trying to sit up, and you reach to help him, hands cupping his face once he’s fully upright.

Without saying anything, you nod towards the desk, where he’s got his laptop open and forgotten, he’s got a notebook and a book or two as well.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

Licking his lips, he nods, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his head. “I got tired and figured I could take a quick thirty-minute nap.”

That surprises you because Satoru is not the type to abandon his work in favor of resting, you’re very familiar with this fact.

He can see the look of surprise on your face, a blush settling on his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. “I knew you wouldn’t be happy if I didn’t rest, so. . .”

The thought has your heart fluttering softly and without saying anything, you pull him in for a quick kiss, your lip gloss rubbing off on his mouth as you do so, and he smacks his lips at the fruity taste. It takes everything in you not to squish his face.

“How about this,” you begin, brushing your fingers through his hair again, attempting to fix the mess it has become but only succeeding in further ruining it. And he’s looking at you with heavy lids, hands bunching up the comforter beneath him. “Eat something first, and then we can lie back down and get some more sleep.”

“But. . .” He’s licking his lips again, eyeing your desk where his stuff sits. You can tell there’s a battle going on in his head, one that’s telling him to pick back up where he left off and the other saying to get in bed with you. For a second there you think he’s going to further protest, but then his eyes are back on you, his gaze softening, and he’s nodding. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay,” you say quietly, a small smile on your face, but then another thought crosses your mind. “Or after you eat, we could take a bath together?” You suggest.

He’s nodding almost immediately, hands joining yours where they rest on his face, giving them a soft squeeze. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

You can’t help but giggle, your inner thoughts taking over this time, squishing his cheeks til his lips pout, “You’re so cute, ‘Toru!”

end note: prolly gonna write the soft bath scene

[victusinveritas]

A handy guide to share with you non-swordy friends.

(Found on Facebook HEMA group).

[erebus0dora]

you know what, there's a fic out there you might recognise through this image, but if not - @reedroad, i see you and i am grateful for this delicious pain

but yeah

i needed to focus on the part that offers some comfort because it is in my nature i guess

[caluette]

bastard münchen game night ⚔️

[rainedravens]

↳ ❝ 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙙! 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨!! ❞

(tw.ᐟ.ᐟ contains: one singular f-bomb | wc.ᐟ.ᐟ contains: 586 words | highschool! au, gender neutral reader, fluff | fanart by @musapylsa | not proofread or edited.ᐟ.ᐟ)

↳ nerd! armin, who accepts your request to tutor you when you get a not-so-fun mark on your trigonmetry quiz...

"are you sure it's okay? i don't want to, like, bother you or anything..." your eyes divert from his, abashedly hiding your face.

you had only recently begun hanging out with mikasa, who you knew through mutual friends and a shared art class in third period, and it didn't take long for her to introduce you to her boyfriend, eren. they were easy to get along with, and after learning you shared a few advanced placement classes with their other friend, you learned it was easy to get along with armin, too.

sure, he was definitely more shy than his friends, but his love for movies and tv, plus his insanely high marks, brought a charm to him you grew quite fond of.

you just weren't sure if he was quite fond of you.

↳ nerd! armin, who is going absolutely insane inside because you basically asked to hang out with just him.

"no, no! it's totally fine! i-i'd love to!" he quickly responds, shaking his head in reassurance.

↳ nerd! armin, who quickly fell for you, and kept falling harder the more you stuck around.

↳ nerd! armin, who is extremely fond of you, but too shy to say it out loud.

unlike you and your hilariously cute obliviousness, eren and mikasa immediately clocked armin's interest in you.

"oh, and in art, i swear those doodles looked like armin--"

"l-like me??!" he whipped his head around to mikasa, ds suddenly unimportant as you doodling him was mentioned.

while mikasa stifled a laugh at his reaction to the staged mention, eren burst into laughter, falling over as his amusement continued.

flushed pink and red, armin understood the prank, huffing as he turned back to his pokemon platinum run.

↳ nerd! armin, who along with mikasa and eren, is unaware that you do draw him in the margins of your math homework.

↳ nerd! armin, who despite his heart beating blisteringly fast at your proximity, patiently shows you the difference between questions in radians and degrees after school.

↳ nerd! armin, who watches as you adorably interrupt his lessons by pointing out the posters, comics and funko pops littered around his room.

↳ nerd! armin, who steps outside of his room while you work on more questions to take a fucking breather because oh my god you're sitting on his bed right now.

adjusting his inhales and exhales to the imaginary square in front of him, armin fixed his glasses, took another deep breath, and forced himself to reenter his room.

your attention flew to his entry, eyes like stars as you shot up with your notes in hand.

"look, look, look! i got it!!" you essentially pinned him against his own doorframe, a perfectly solved general solution with proper restrictions presented to him.

armin could hardly comprehend it, far too focused on whatever shampoo you used as its delicious vanilla scent flooded his senses.

"you're the best tutor ever, i can't believe i never came to you for help before." you flip your notes closed, stuffing it into your backpack as you spring yourself back onto his bed. "what should we do now, 'min?"

↳ nerd! armin, whose heart skips a beat as you gift him a nickname.

↳ nerd! armin, who quietly freaks out about the little doodles he caught a glimpse of when you flipped your notes closed.

↳ nerd! armin, who pretends to lose in smash bros. until you actually beat him like ten times, and then ten times more once you quickly learn the button inputs.

↳ nerd! armin, who can't wait to tutor you again.

↳ ❝ 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙨 ❞

⋆ @bernardsbendystraws ⋆ (i'm not sure who made the animated one, but if its you please lmk and i'll credit!!) ⋆

[arkarti]

Blast from the past: Holiday edition ✨ | More studies

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[ccoeurhee]

DISTRACTIONS ˖⁺—

top of the class bf!heeseung × f!reader

unprotected p in v, mention of cockwarming, heeseu is def not a boring nerd, heeseu helps you study for your test ! yes he can top his class, but he can also top you. , breast and clit slapping, heeseu begs uwu, who wants to comment on heeseu bb's duality?

wc : 392

₊˚ʚ ᓚᘏᗢ 𖹭 🦌 ˚˖⁺

"heeseung—no!" you raise your finger at him, pushing him away the moment you feel his lips back on your neck. "heeseung... i have to study!"

lips jutted out, he clings back to you. "please, i won't move. i swear, please just let me feel you baby please my pretty baby."

you groan at his new request, cockwarming, eyes rolling before you speak. "i can't fail my test tomorrow, heeseung. "

"you won't. please, i'll quiz you. come on, sensory details can help you recollect better, you know? "

he rests his head on your shoulder, tilting his face to introduce his pleading eyes to you.  

and now you know that you should've kicked him out the moment he promised to only cuddle you.

biggest distraction of your life —  lee heeseung, your top of the class boyfriend who assumes it's easy to get grades like his.

"ugh, fine." you mumble.

10 minutes and another broken promise later, you're now spread wide on his cock, cock drilling up into you.

"define ohm's law. "

"ah—what? uh potential difference equals...current multiplied by resistance."

a slap lands on your left breast, and a harsh squeeze right after. "that's the formula."

"the current flowing through a conductor is directly proportional to the voltage across it, if the temperature and other physical conditions of the conductor remain constant."

the correct answer rolls off his tongue like he had it engraved on the inside of his eyelids or something. you mewl, with his stiff nipples pressing on your back.

"ugh, same shit." lips pursing into a pout, you gesture him to reward you with a kiss.

another slap echoes, this time on your clit, a refusal to your demand. you wince, body twitching in his hold. "say that to your professor. memorise the definition, if you want to cum." he hoarses over your neck.

and with a mean thrust, he's buried himself into the depths of your cunt, bulbous and leaking tip kissing your cervix. and then, he stills. pushing your head up from his shoulder, he forces you to look back at your monitor.

"you have two minutes."

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Iet's act like I don't have a chem test today haha 😅

BUT HEY, SCORED FULL MARKS ON MY GEO TEST YESTERDAY

[literaryaida]

20.06.24 | outline session today. had to do major structural changes so decided to start from scratch. felt demotivated for a while, i should just stop being so hard on myself and just write 😌

[missreneewalker]

i feel kevin day in this room

[affectionatecorpse]

I'm once again getting overly philosophical over horror movies, so here's a study of the death angels from A Quiet Place as observed by a very enthusiastic animal loving veterinarian.

Every time people talk about death angels, it is, understandably, about how violent they are. These creatures are brutal and merciless, and will tear apart anything that makes too much noise. Hence the title of the movie.

Death angels are frankly terrifying, and show no empathy towards the creatures of the planet they invaded. No living thing is safe from them.

... so here's why they COULD be--

Look. Death angels are simply not suited for our planet. It's a noisy, chaotic place full of noisy, chaotic animals. From humans, to raccoons, to birds, to cats, nearly everything in our world is a potential trigger for a noise sensitive animal such as these.

But that's exactly what they are. Animals. And no one seems to remember that fact. People talk about them as though they themselves are sentient, anthropomorphic monsters, but the way these creatures act mimic many real life animals. Animals that don't belong here, but are trying to survive here. On a noisy planet covered in water, which they despise and cannot swim in.

Death angels are completely blind by nature, as seen in many other creatures such as cavefish, moles, and my personal favourite, the olm. Due to a lack of sight, they very clearly use echolocation in the film, to scan their surroundings and... well, not get dead. But echolocation is far from their only tool, as their ears are the strongest asset they have.

Their ears are INCREDIBLY sensitive. Just the slight ticking of an egg timer when heard from their perspective in the first film, is like a pounding drum in their ear. This is fine in a naturally quiet planet, but if a very subtle tick is that loud, then imagine the rest of the noise. Screaming. Explosions. Crashing. Little toy planes. Holy CRAP, that's gotta hurt.

Sounds that loud would definitely cause extreme hearing problems from pressure over time, and easily result in lifelong illnesses and disabilities such as deafness, infection, and so forth, if not stopped. It's going to be painful. It's literally bursting their ear drums inside their heads, and you can't explain to an animal why it hurts. You cannot rationalise with wildlife about treatment and self care. An injured and scared animal is always going to turn hostile, no matter how docile they may be normally. You can't explain to a lion with a knife in it's belly that you can stop the pain if it just doesn't attack you. You can't explain to a death angel that it needs to go somewhere more isolated instead of just destroying the source of the noise to shut it up.

Going to backtrack here a sec. Remember how I mentioned echolocation being another asset this creature has? Which means the slightest movement, the tiniest breath, can immediately allow you to be seen by it. With ears that good, too? It can see you from ages away. It knows you're there. Which means they DON'T attack for sport.

'Evil' is a concept rarely seen in nature. Yes, a lot of humans can be evil. And yes, many creatures can be too. Animals hunt for sport as well. Cats, for example! Although even then, I wouldn't describe it as evil. Calling the death angels evil implies they're attacking out of malicious intent, which just isn't true. In moments of panic, they'll destroy. But they are fully aware of humans around them.

Humans need to breathe, and can't stay perfectly still very easily. The death angels would be able to see our main cast at several points, even when they're being quiet. They don't attack whenever they locate a sign of life. For example, the scene in the basement. Being that close, whether the water was running or not, that alien absolutely would've heard Evelyn and the baby's sharp breaths. It didn't care. It was clicking at them almost curiously before it heard the bang of the silo, to which it ditched them to stop the sound.

This scene is a great example of why they don't kill for sport. Injured and young animals are especially easy prey for a creature built so strong and nimble. Evelyn is shown to be terrified of the mere presence of this thing, but it never actually does anything in the scene. It moves about. Ignores her movements in the flooding water. Investigates the baby. Clicks curiously at her while she backs away. It moves slowly and on all fours, when we know while aggressive, they will stand up on their hind legs (unless sprinting) and move very fast.

This implies it was in... well, not a submissive position, but a nonthreatening one. It wasn't baring it's teeth (as best it could), it had it's claws tucked up and unused, and was in no way in a primed-to-attack mentality. Until the silo made a loud bang. And even then, it could've quickly sliced up the two in the basement before running off, but it DIDN'T. It just left, without a moment of hesitation.

Let's also acknowledge the anatomy.

This is a carnivore. With sharp teeth for ripping apart prey, sharp claws for defence, and thick armour for protection from it's natural climate, as well as strong, long legs for running, this is absolutely a meat eater. The fact it's so well equipped makes me wonder if their natural prey is just as dangerous as them, which is why they have such tough skin. Or if they themselves have something above them in the food chain.

They seem to be pack animals, as usually others aren't far behind when one is about. Such as the trio by the Abbott house, the few at the docks, the ones by Emet's hideout, and even that group sliding down the building in the Day One clip I keep seeing as a gif. With their knack for running included, I wonder if they function like lions? Blending into their environment back home, clicking to hear prey, then the whole pack going on the chase when their target is vulnerable, in a way.

I got distracted. My point was, in a year, all the bodies from past victims vanished. All those people in the town who were swiped left and right just vanished from the town. They couldn't have decomposed in such short time, which means something moved them when it was safe. Something like a carnivore needing food after it felt comfortable in the silent aftermath. The argument that they do it for sport is one I see all the time, and it's just not true.

Everything needs to eat. Carnivores need to eat. Animals need to protect themselves from suspected danger. They never eat on screen because whenever they're on screen, they're surrounded by noise and are DISTRESSED. Have you ever had a sick pet? Most of the time, it won't eat when it's ill because it's too stressed, uncomfortable or in too much pain. When having their ear drums assaulted, a death angel isn't going to sit down with a cup of tea and a grilled cheese. Also, I won't add it because there's blood, but in the scene with the old man screaming in the woods, after it attacks, you can actually see it go back on all fours and sniff about the aftermath, like a hungry predator catching prey to eat. This was probably the first and currently only on screen proof of my claim.

By all means, not all animals are meant to be tamed. Jordan Peele's Nope said that best. Yet I can't help but wonder about the individual. Every animal is completely unique. Some will tolerate more than others. Due to their realistic nature and the similarities to actual animals, in specific circumstances, could they be befriended?

Anyway keep an eye out for A Quiet Place 4 where someone has a pet one that wears doggy ear protectors and accepts meat in exchange for pets-- /j

[non-plutonian-druid]

[ID: a doodle of Stanford Pines, frowning and wearing a shirt that says "I was born with a mutation of my SONIC HEDGEHOG gene pathway and all I got was this lousy t shirt and six fingers". There is a bad drawing of sonic the hedgehog behind the text. End ID.]

is this anything

(dear people who know things about genes: look man i dont know things about genes, i read one (1) scientific article about polydactyly. it seemed to indicate that we dont actually know the cause of most of the types of polydactyly that Ford might have, but of the types that we DO know the cause of, most of them regulate our good friend SHH. im doing speculation slash lying for the bit! for the jokes and japes!!!)

[lukazade]

These kids are NOT studying rn

[tired-demonspawn]

some would call him "a loyal lapdog"

to me he's just a lil freaky ykwim?

(rob's ass was too okay with ripping that thang off him in sonic 3, you cannot convince me some shit didnt go down in that crab 👀)

[boiledkwamaegg]

Some College of Winterhold doodles. They make me so sick, in a good way. Yapping below the cut...

I don't think I've talked about this before but Brelyna goes way back in Faenil's creation history, like back when I was actually playing Skyrim as Faenil and they weren't so fucked up and evil yet lol... They were my magic-only playthrough so of course I had to put them into the College of Winterhold, and there I made them have this little situationship with Brelyna, because I always thought she was really cute :)

It was a huge deal for me back then because I had only just come out as nonbinary myself, so I made an effort to play as a nonbinary character too (this is also why it is important and a little personal to me that Faenil gets gendered correctly) and then I wanted to have some type of ship going on, and it was gay as hell!!!

Anyway, as you may know, in my TES universe the entire province of Morrowind has been hit with my genderfuckery spell, so I decided to make Brelyna genderfluid. I actually don't know if she was born in Morrowind but I'm assuming so since she's Telvanni, and some dialogue hints that she's even been there... And this would probably make her pretty old actually, like would she have lived through the Red Year... Lots to think about. I'm not gonna keep Brelyna very lore accurate though, I redesign all of the NPCs and am gonna hit all of them with my own personality headcanon beams. As you can see, Onmund is gonna have some much needed character as well. NPCs are too blank and boring in the game lmfao

[ezkel]

when I'm reading anything about barty and they make him an idiot, I just have to sit there tears in my eyes as I fight the pain of his brain being torn from his skull

he got 12 Outstandings (Os) in his owls, aka the best marks you can get in all TWELVE subjects in a single year. a comparison we have is Hermione who got 10 owls, Os in all but defence against the dark arts(which she got exceeds expectations), and she was considered "the brightest witch of her age"

if anyone in the slytherin skittles/emeralds was a genius it was not Regulus, it was Bartemius "12 owls" Crouch junior

[xtime4ames]

marcy staying shorter cause shes stunting herself by staying inside all day and eating nothing but garbage (true)(real)