#I'm probably going to leave academia

[vanity-complex]

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[bluerosety-blog]

Izuku can't believe Kacchan is crying and is quick to give excuses like saying Katsuki is physically and mentally tired, because that's not like Kacchan at all. He can't see him vulnerable and can't fathom that the reason his childhood friend is crying is because the future he had thought of-them chasing and competing with each other-will come to an end. 💔🥺

I'm sorry Kacchan, you are going to have to spell it out to him. 🥺 Take him to an amusement park and buy some crepes lol! 🤣 I feel sorry for Kacchan, but I still love them! 🤗💕

[queenerdloser]

one of my innate personality traits is that i can really only think big term about my future plans when it's like 1am on a random weekday. spent like two hours last night fighting with myself on if i really want to try applying to mfa grad programs this winter or not.

[reallyromealone]

Can you do a long fic where bakugou has a baby brother like maybe 2 years old?

Title: sibling bonding

Fandom:my hero Academia

Warnings: male reader, baby reader, fluff, big brother Bakugo, soft Bakugo

Notes: I can't promise a long fic as my fic lengths are based off of how much steam I have but ill write what I can

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Bakugo was happy to have the house mostly alone, his parents in Milan for two weeks he had off for a fashion show.

Why was he mostly alone?

Well they couldn't take his little brother, the two year old didn't do planes well and it was just easier to find a sitter or let him stay with someone for the time, usually their aunty. "Uh-oh" (name) said as he dropped his sippy cup carefully lifting it back up before wandering to his brother "ka!" He said happily as he climbed onto the couch "what squirt?" Katsuki said to the young tot who looked at his phone "what do?" He asked as Katsuki got notifications from discord "I'm texting a few friends, they're coming to visit later for a movie" he was always so soft with his brother, sure he was loud as the rest of his family but his baby brother took more after their dad so he always tried to be gentle.

"Oovee?" He asked curiously and Katsuki nodded "yeah a movie, we gotta get some snacks for you and me before it" he said to the boy who smiled "cake!" "No cake but we can get you a cake pop when we get our walk home drink" Katsuki knew how to compromise with the boy who clapped his hands excitedly.

Katsuki helped (name) put on his shoes before putting him on his shoulders, it was easier to do than hold his hands and (name) got to have fun.

The two went to the convenience store as (name) pointed to various snacks, Katsuki having to hinder the boy with the fact he wanted /everything/ the store had to offer but did compromise with some ice cream and little treats for after dinner and such.

"Cake!" (Name) was absolutely thrilled when Katsuki handed him a cake pop, the teen holding the snacks with one hand and had (name) on his hip as they walked home, (name) eating his treat contently, the boy taking a sip from their drink occasionally.

(Name) loved helping his brother, the tot getting to help put things together for the hang out "you get to watch a movie then it's bath time alright?" Katsuki said to his brother who did a little dance before running off to go play with his toys 'weird kid' Katsuki thought fondly as he finished prep.

"YOOOO BAKUBRO!" Kirishima said as he and a few other classmates entered the Bakugo house, Kaminari whistling at how nice it was inside "whose ready to paaaarty!" Mina said as her, ochaco and Momo came inside with snacks "let's watch some scary...shoopuff" mina halted when she saw the two year old in Katsukis arms, little (name) looking curious but recognized Kirishima from a few visits "little man!" Kirishima ran and grabbed the boy and lifted him "what's up!"

"Hiiii!"

"Whose the kid?" Kaminari asked as (name) spoke nonsense to Kirishima but it was probably his day if any context about "walk" and "cake pop" were to go off of "that's my brother" Katsuki said gruffly, a slight glare on his face as his friends looked at the babe curiously.

During the movie, the teens would notice Bakugo would be soft with the boy even when he scolded him "oi, leave that alone" "but you're smelly!" (Name) argued back, holding a book in his hands "put it down and park your ass and watch the movie or its night time" Bakugo said to his brother who huffed but complied "you're not my favorite brother anymore!"

"Ah? And who is?"

"Dad!"

The movie went on well, the group putting on a hero movie and before they knew it, it was (name)s bath time "bubububbub!" (Name) was pleased with the bubbles as he played with his toys, his older brother working around him to wash him "head back" the teen said gruffly as he put a visor on the boys forehead and rinced out the shampoo before repeating it with the conditioner "kaa! Ducky!" The boy squirted some water at his brother who rolled his eyes "wanna see something cool?" He asked his little brother who looked curious "ya!'

Katsuki put his hand in the water and activated his quirk, just enough to give a jacuzzi affect "whoa!" The boy said excitedly as Katsuki pulled his hand out "now, out ya go!"

"Nooo!"

"None of that! Come on, let's brush your fucking teeth and get you to bed brat"

(Name) cuddled into his brothers shoulder as he wore his fuzzy pajamas, the other teens waving him goodnight as Katsuki brought him to his bedroom and tucked him into bed "hah? What's this?" Katsuki held up a small handmade plush of him in his hero suit "Die'ite!" (Name) grabbed the plush and Katsuki felt a small smile creep on his face as his little brother hugged the toy "he a hero you like?"

"He's the bestest!"

[bananayuyu]

Tell Me No {3}

Pairing: professor!Yunho x f reader

Genre: smut, dark academia vibes

Word count: 4.3k

Summary: The semester is finally coming to an end, and the chance is upon you now to have Professor Jeong in every way. You wonder, what will the future hold?

Warnings: smut, MDNI, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

A/n: I hope y'all enjoy this last part <33

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Masterlist | Read it on ao3

"When are you coming home?"

Your Dad's voice is distant and distracted coming through the phone, as it always is. He hadn't called all semester, just texted every Friday at the same time to ask 'how is school?' You were sure his secretary had put it in his planner, probably even sent the texts herself. He never texted further; you weren't even sure if he read your responses. Which was fine. You always said the same thing. 'Fine'.

You'd just completed your last exam of finals week, day two of Professor Jeong's final, the short story portion. You didn't think you'd written something as unique or atmospheric as you had during your trial run at his house, but it was adequate, you were quite sure. And with good grades on your three papers, you were sure at least a passing grade was coming your way.

When you'd set the completed story on his desk, Professor Jeong's eyes sharply locked onto yours, before he went back to reading his book, trying to ignore you. You had walked in wearing the puffer jacket he'd given you a few days before, that last evening spent together before he told you no more, that you must focus on your finals ahead and not think of him at all. You wouldn't be able to do that. You'd forgotten to wear a jacket when you made your way to his place that day for the same reason; your mind too full of your lust for him to remember how frigidly cold it was. Making it through the week of exams with your focus elsewhere was an unbelievable challenge.

There was something about seeing you in his clothes that had his pants feeling tighter in an instant. Out in the world, no one knew that the oversized black coat was his, but he did, and in his own way it felt like he'd staked his claim, knowing that as you wore it you felt the same, that you belonged to him, that there was no one else in the world you'd rather steal a jacket from.

It made his heart skip, like he was a shy, nervous teenager. Mine, he thought. Another few hours and you'd no longer be his student. He'd let himself have you, in the way he'd wanted to all along. It was tortuous watching you walk out the door of his classroom, knowing he'd have to wait around to answer questions, clean up and lock his classroom for winter break, and check in with his fellow teacher Professor Song before meeting you.

When you walked into the hallway, you opened your phone to find a text from your Dad. It was Friday, and his text came through predictably as it always did, late in the afternoon. His name on your screen made you roll your eyes, but this time you decided to actually answer him. Maybe it would twist the knife in a little more to know you were actually doing quite well. 'Good, just finished my last final,' you typed. Then, to your absolute surprise, he called you.

"You pass them all?" he asked without greeting you, his voice distant and thin, the sounds of his office wafting through in the background.

"I don't know yet, the professors have a week before final grades are due," you said, trying to keep your voice down in the desolate hall, knowing multiple finals were still ongoing in classrooms surrounding you. The walls of this old building were thankfully thick and impenetrable, but it would be your worst nightmare to get in trouble for disrupting another class's exam.

"When are you coming home?"

"I don't know yet," you finally answered him, with a deep sigh. Why did he care? He hardly ever asked you anything about your plans.

"Well I'm going to be in Singapore for business until the twenty-second, I leave tomorrow. And the house was in desperate need of a new paint job, so whole place is going to be in complete chaos until the day I return. If the workers finish as fast as they say they will, we'll see," he says, pausing. "One minute, Mr. Kang," he calls, much louder. Then, to you again, "I wouldn't come until then, unless you want to hang out in the guest house with your cousin."

The thought makes your face crinkle. Your cousin Jake was everything one would expect of a kid who grew up filthy rich: a partier, shit-stirrer, and uncommitted to anything. He was living in your Dad's guest house now because his parents had finally cut him off, and you remember the day he moved in vividly, watching through the window as your Dad slapped him on the back and laughed jovially, the pair two peas in a pod.

You knew he would offer the stupid boy a place in his company soon. Yet another reason you were determined to avoid the same fate for yourself.

"I'll just stay here then," you answered.

"The dorms will be empty though, is it safe?" he asked, and you scoffed. He only pretended to care about your safety when he was trying to control your next move, and you wondered what it was this time that he would try to force upon you.

"I think I'll stay with a friend," you said, sighing.

"A friend? Who, Sana? Jihyo?" he asked, mentioning the only friends of yours he knew by name. You supposed he might think these two were your only friends here at college, and that was by design; they were the only girls you befriended who came from money like you did, and you knew he wouldn't approve of all of the other amazing people who'd graced your life, who'd helped you gain perspective and a better understanding of your place in the world. Your Dad didn't give a shit about that.

"No, it's a new friend I made this semester," you said.

"Don't you dare go stay with a boy, I can't have you getting pregnant and running to me to fix the situation," he chided. "If you come with me to Singapore you can see more of the business, meet a good friend of mine, it would be much better for you."

"I'm not going with you," you laughed, shaking your head at his continued attempts to pull you into his world. "I'm staying here, and I'll see you at Christmas."

With that final statement you hang up the phone, setting it on the bench beside you and sighing into your hands. You pull your knees up and curl into a ball, finally taking a moment. Finals were done. You had done it, you'd survived. You almost couldn't believe it, the last week passing with such exhaustion and your mind full of concrete, it seemed. It was like you'd worked your brain so hard it was turning to stone.

Now that it was all over, the fatigue was hitting you. You yawned, resting your head on your knees. You hadn't planned what you would do after your exam today, having been so focused on just getting yourself through it to think beyond. You feel yourself nearly drifting off, your eyeslids heavy. A quick nap couldn't hurt, you think. You'd seen other students doing this too, and were sure the bustle of students finally leaving their exams would wake you. You sat your bag on the bench beside you and laid your head on it, pulling Professor Jeong's jacket over you like a blanket.

When you wake, the hallway is as empty and silent as you'd left it, but somehow the building feels colder, and completely still. You feel a slight wet spot beneath your cheek, and much to your dismay realize you'd been drooling. Quickly you sit up and wipe at your face, before hearing the jangling of keys coming from down the hall. Two men exit the room by the front door, standing in hushed conversation in front of it. You look over your shoulder through the window behind, and see a line of students meandering towards the dorms and dining hall, others walking in the direction of the train station. The building is empty, you suddenly realize, and you'd completely slept through the end of exams. You snap your head back to the professors, watching them make for the front door to leave.

"Wait!" you call out, the pair turning their heads in unison. Now you see, one has rich black hair and those devilish eyes you love. The other is just as tall as Professor Jeong, but with lighter hair, and glasses.

"You alright?" the other man calls to you, stopping in his tracks.

"I fell asleep, I'm sorry," you call, grabbing for your bag, then realizing you need to put your jacket on first and setting it down again.

"You go ahead Mr. Song, I know the Dean's expecting you. I'll help her," Professor Jeong says to the other man, and in a moment the front door opens and closes, and you're alone in this huge hall with this perfect man, his long strides bringing him to you quickly.

"I thought I told you to just meet me at my house," he says as he nears you.

"I know, I just was so exhausted, I didn't mean to fall asleep for so long. All the exams are over, right?" you ask.

"Yes, I'm glad you called out to us, we were about to lock up the building for the winter."

Your eyes are wide with fear and shock when you look to him, making him chuckle. "It's okay, the Janitor is scheduled to come through tomorrow, so you wouldn't have starved to death." You playfully punch at his arm in shock, shaking your head. Your life here really did feel strange sometimes. You sighed and looked up at him, wishing you could kiss him now and leave all of this behind. But there was still a window, still all of campus to contend with.

"Listen, we have to go out the front door today so I can lock up, so you just head to the station and meet me at my place. Here's money for your ticket," he says, pulling out his wallet and setting it in your hand.

"I just wanna go with you," you say as you stand, starting to walk out with him.

"I know darling, me too," he sighs, pulling you against a corner of the hall by the front doors where there were no windows, and kissing you hard against the wall.

"Just another hour and we can be together in private," he sighs, moving his lips to your ear, your throat, your collar bone. You moan and push him off, shooting daggers with your eyes.

"Stop teasing me," you pout, but you're loving every minute of it, loving that he couldn't even make it out of this hallway without kissing and touching you.

Outside the wind is blowing, the grass on the lawns close to dead, the sky half covered in winter clouds. Without another glance in his direction you make for the train station, hoards of other students doing the same, suitcases and duffel bags in hand. You zip your jacket high up to your neck, pulling the hood over your ears to keep the freezing wind from bruising them. It hits you suddenly that you'll never be his student again, that you'll never be sat in his class daydreaming about the professor in front of you instead of actually listening to his words.

"One ticket to Forthsmith station please," you tell the man at the ticket booth, handing over your dollar.

It's a bit disappointing to know that cozy classroom will never be your classroom again. The making eyes at each other, the stolen glances and brief touches, the way it all felt so wrong and so right. Things would be so different going forward, there was no question.

But as much as you dreaded the change, there was relief in it too. You were pretty sure now things could escalate further, that he'd finally have you all the way. And maybe beyond college, if you were careful enough with him and he with you, you'd find a companion for the long journey called life.

"You heading home too?" Marcus's piercing voice cuts through your daydreaming, bringing you right back to the crowded, stuffy platform you're standing on.

"No, heading to a friend's house," you sigh softly, while he makes his way to stand right next to you, suitcase in hand.

"Were you able to finish your story?" he asks, turning to look at you, but you don't meet his gaze. As much as you'd stopped hating him, you were sort of thankful you wouldn't have to see him anymore, either. You were on different degree paths, only overlapping for this one class. It wasn't sad to think you wouldn't be hearing this voice ever again.

"Yeah, did you?" you ask sharply.

"Barely, just as prof said we were out of time," he says. You look to your right and finally spot your professor, who makes his way in your direction. "I'm sure it was good enough to pass, and if that asshole fails me I'll just have my dad take it up with the Dean."

You hear a soft chuckle behind you, and with a quick glance see the man he's just called an asshole, biting his lip to trying to stop smirking.

"I think he overheard you," you say to Marcus. His face shoots over his shoulder now too, and his eyes go wide at seeing Professor Jeong's face.

"Sir- I- I'm so sorry-"

"It's fine, I grade based on principal, not on how much I like my students," he sighs, shooting a quick look your way. You chuckle, knowing his distain for your classmate. It was one you shared, you supposed. Both glad to be done with him.

But more than anything, both glad to have time to yourselves.

You sit apart on the train, the car packed the whole way to his station, many students heading the full two-hour ride up north to the neighboring city they were from. Few get off at his station, and you're so happy for it, realizing how much the privacy and calm of his neighborhood mean to you. Campus was fun in it's own ways, and you appreciated being so close to so many things, but out just a ways in this tucked away street, you felt completely safe to just be you.

With him, you could just be. It had been that way since the first night, that night when you'd worried and fretted as you walked in his house, that night when your lust overcame you and sent you down a path that now stretched far ahead. The landscape of your love was filled with gorgeous forests and rainy days, with the softness of snow and the warmth of fire. You never wanted to leave this cozy nook, his arms around you, nose in your hair, body strong and warm beneath you.

As soon as you'd arrived, you'd both changed clothes, and for the first time you saw him in grey sweatpants and a baggy hoodie, looking cozier and softer than ever before. You borrowed a hoodie and a pair of shorts; they reached down to your shins, looking almost like pants. With a pair of thick long socks on too, you looked ridiculous, like a twelve year old boy in his dad's clothing. But it was comfortable, and that was what mattered. You laid down on his couch, cuddling in the warmth of the fire, sighing into each other.

"Semester's finally over," he says, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"I'm so nervous for my grades," you respond, sighing.

"You shouldn't be, I know you've worked very hard. Your short story was marvelous."

"You read it already?"

"While the other students were finishing theirs," he says, smiling into you.

"You liked it?" you ask.

"Of course I did, you're quite the little genius," he praises, making your body ache with need. "Do you wanna hear just how much I loved it?"

You giggle into his chest, knowing that he knows just what this does to you, how much it turns you on.

"Yes," you whisper, heat springing in your cheeks, your entire body flushing.

"You set the tone perfectly, you have a way with doing that. The first sentence immediately grabbed me, because it was exactly what I was expecting until the last word. And I had been expecting another gothic or horror story from you, because of your last two, but you went with fantasy instead. It shows me you have such range, you can manipulate words beautifully no matter where they're coming from, or where they're headed..."

His words are going straight to your cunt, your head fuzzy. How could you possibly so lucky to find someone who knew you so well? Who said all the right things, was sweet enough but rough enough too, was balanced and inspiring, setting you in the right direction. He was a mentor to you, not just the man you lusted after; he was keeping you on track, making sure you'd have the confidence you needed to finish your degree and go succeed in the real world.

"You're perfect," you mumble, completely relaxed.

"No, that's you," he says, kissing your forehead again, wrapping his hands all the way around you and pulling you directly on top of him, squeezing you tightly. You giggle at the sensation, lifting your head up to place a quick kiss on his plump lips, but soon it's more, soon your knees are pulled up on either side of him and your tongue is finding his, soon you've forgotten where and who you are, completely lost in him.

He sits up and lifts you, the kiss only breaking for a moment as he starts walking down the hall. He slowly pushes open a door you've never been inside, the hinges creaking slightly, and then he breaks the kiss again to turn on a lamp in the corner, finally illuminating the space. You look to your side to see his bed, his reading corner, the stack of books on his nightstand. You're finally in his room, finally seeing the space he spends every night, and you hope one day it's as familiar to you as it is to him, that you can call it your home, too.

He lays you down gently, holding you with tender care as he kisses you more, your mouths wrapped in a perfect dance, licking and biting in perfect rhythm; just weeks in and you already know everything, how to mold to him, how to be the perfect reflection of his every movement. It feels like angels are singing as he deepens the kiss, as he swipes his tongue over yours harshly, as he grabs onto your ass and leaves your skin red from the strength of it. He snakes his hands under the hoodie you're wearing and feels over your chest too, loving how you moan in his mouth at the slightest touch of your nipple, how they pebble instantly in his hands. His mouth moves to your neck as he reaches under your waist and almost devours you, letting your soft moans escape into the buzzing air of the room, letting them drift into his ears and make his cock hard.

Satisfied with how you're writhing beneath him, he finally sits back, tugging at the waist of your shorts to pull them down and off, then diving into the hot wet spot between your legs, lapping up the arousal already leaking from you. He makes quick work of you, already knowing how you like it, what makes your legs shake and your mouth hang open. He doesn't finger you though, knowing what's about to come and wanting you to wait for the shock of the feeling. He knows he's big, and has no idea what your experience is, but is sure the look on your face will be priceless when you finally feel him stretching you from within.

Your thighs are clenching around his head as he licks slow circles over your clit, and you're tipping over the edge so quickly, still unsure how he can do it so easily, how he's already figured you out. He comes up for air looking deliciously disheveled, and you reach out your arms, beckoning him to you. The taste of you on his lips is intoxicating, musky and heady and the tiniest bit sweet, and you're grasping at him underneath his hoodie, relishing the feeling of his skin, needing more of it. Soon you're pulling at it, and he relents his kissing to allow you to take it off, his muscular torso greeting you, pale skin almost yellow in the soft light of his room. He then pulls at your hoodie too, and soon you're in nothing but your socks, and he is too, and you can see his long cock is hard and flushed at the tip, making your mouth water with need.

You'd only ever felt it through his pants, and now feeling it in your hand is electrifying, how heavy and hot it is, how utterly perfect. He hisses at the feeling, your hand cold against him, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him, his pent up need finally showing itself. He'd lied to himself all semester, pretending he didn't think anything of you; it was wrong to lust after a student, of course it was, but it was something he couldn't help. He'd begun to think you'd never talk to him, that you didn't have even the slightest bit of interest back; after that first night in his office he'd been waiting to do this, to finally feel every part of you, to be locked together in this most perfect way.

He sinks into you slowly, holding the base of his shaft as he does, trying to be careful. He can see already, only halfway down, that you're having trouble taking him; your head falls back with your eyebrows knitted together, as if in pain. But you beg him to go on, to give you everything, and there's no way he can say no to that. With effort he finally sheaths himself, leaning down into you to just hold you, letting your cunt take its time adjusting. With soft kisses and praise he distracts you, and soon you're not feeling any pain, only the perfect sensation of being completely filled, his cock touching every part of you inside.

"Please move," you whisper, pulling on his hair and kissing him deeply, as he chuckles.

"Of course, angel," he smiles into you, slowly pulling out, and pushing back in even slower, dragging out the immense pleasure. You're both groaning messes, completely entranced by the feelings it's bringing, so intense, so sweet, so deep and sating. It's hard to believe you are here, experiencing this; you're coming around him so quickly, shaking and holding onto him as you moan, his arms around your waist again as you arch into him. Again he's reading you so easily, knowing exactly how to make you feel best, even though you've never done this together, before; it's a feeling you want to capture and bottle, so you can bathe in it whenever you need a reminder of just how wonderful life can be.

You quickly come again, slick gushing out of you with force, covering his sheets in wetness. His pace picks up in reaction, and soon his moans are growing too, his movements more erratic, until he's releasing inside you with a low 'fuck,' his warmth filling you. The sensation is delectable, another you wish to know over and over again. His body collapses on top of you and you wrap your arms and legs around him tightly, squeezing tight as you kiss and hold each other, the minutes passing by with ease.

This bed was now familiar to you. And the smell of his skin was, too.

"Can I ask you something?"

It's you who finally breaks the silence, running a hand through his hair.

"Hm?" he responds, lifting you both up to a sitting position, wrapped around each other still as you lean against his headboard.

"I can't go home until the 22nd," you start, "can- can I stay here with you?"

"Of course darling, I'd love that," he says, kissing your cheek. "I will be very busy with grading over the next week, so it might be quite boring for you."

"With your library, I could never be bored," you say, and a huge smile breaks out on his face, his bottom lip catching in his teeth a moment.

"God, you're wonderful," he sighs, tipping your face up to meet his, kissing you deeply.

"I wanna be with you," you say, breaking the kiss, looking into his eyes deeply, knowingly. You couldn't hold it in any longer; it was true, it was all that you could think of, and you needed him to know. It was serious for you, the feelings you were having. It was too early to call them what they were, but you were sure that four letter word described them perfectly.

"I wanna be with you too," he smiles, pulling you into a warm, caring hug. He's still inside you, your bodies still locked together. It was too perfect of a feeling to not savor to the bitter end. That was how he felt with you, in ever way; he wasn't sure how long you'd be there, but as long as you were in his life, he'd savor every minute.

{the end}

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[rxzennia]

in sickness and in health

– requested / tales of the voracity pathstrider.

✎𓂃 cracked ancient xianzhou medicine… or you can literally just take panadol? i hate academia omg "we prefer no subheadings" literally fuck off into a hole and kys

aventurine is a busy man; it's harder to get this man to go to bed than it is to invite him to the casino. as his assistant, you know that better than anyone – he won't budge from his work with anything less than force. trying to talk him into taking a break? he'll flip a coin, and would you look at that–

wait, where'd the coin go? 

"heads–" aventurine is just about to say, until the sound of something getting chewed up comes from your scarf.

you stare at him, and he stares at you. and you stare at him. and he stares at you.

"nuh-uh, we're going to bed." you say, as the faceless creature around your neck spits out a piece of slobbery, deformed metal onto the desk.

?????

that's cheating!

you know what else is cheating? that stupid luck of his

he's abused it to win bets against you countless times

god forbid you care about your boss :(

so now instead of playing his games

you take matters into your own hands

no more gambling with this man

he opens his mouth to protest, but you just put your scarf on him instead

your serpent is fully in sync with you, so it gladly muffles him with its body

"this is the eleventh time this month." you state, snapping your fingers to have a spreadsheet delivered into your hand. "look. three days on our trip to the klichten system, four days in the dead zone along the zeta stretch, and four days here, at ipc hq."

aventurine raises a mildly concerned brow at you. "and you know because…?"

"with all due respect, sir, i don't need to sleep." you sigh, shoving the document of shame right in your boss's face. "five of those all nighters you spent in the casino. isn't that a little too much?"

"hey, there's no respect at all!" aventurine whines, snatching the paper and scrunching it up before throwing it back at you. "i'm not just gambling!"

"sure, sure." you catch the ball without even blinking. "keep saying that."

well, okay, you know he's actually gathering information most of the time

but that doesn't justify him staying up all night playing poker (and winning)??

you pick the tiny man up with no hesitation

screw him

he's going to bed today

he protests, but it's not like he's really trying to get away

(because he can totally whack you hard enough that you'd let go)

(so he probably likes being picked up or something)

you know what stress does to a person, seen it countless times in your lifetime

and no, you don't want to see it happen to your boss

no matter how much you lowkey want to 

because maybe then he'll learn to stop fucking overworking himself

his body isn't particularly sturdy to begin with

by that you mean his immune system, actually

ngl it's like a slightly stronger breeze could knock him over

(it won't)

(you're just unrealistically strong for no good reason at all)

but seriously

someday that schedule of his is going to bite him in the ass

guess what?

aventurine, the annoying bastard, finally fell sick. who would've thought? it's like there are consequences for ignoring one's health!

"and here i was wondering why you'd gotten so warm in the past… five hours." you grumble, pulling your snakes away from the living furnace in your bed. "guys. guys, the man's sick. leave him alone."

your serpents collectively make a noise that sounded awfully like a miserable purr, and all of them immediately found themselves curled up around the heat source again. all within a minute.

fevers seem to be a regular occurrence amongst mortals

look, you know your biology, but that doesn't make it any easier to wrap your head around

why would your body burn yourself along with your enemies?

but then again mortals are, well, mortals

okay, that aside

more pressing matters

one: your creatures who aren't listening to you right now

two: your sick boss who looks like he's about to die

three: whatever unfinished work is on your plate today

first thing you do is pluck a random snake off the bed–

"nooooo…" aventurine whines in his delirium, holding onto the creature tightly as he snuggles into its smooth scales and undoubtedly cool surface. "it feels nice…"

you stare at the grown man cuddling into one of your massive noodles like it's a plushie. what are you thinking? obviously, you're jealous! it should've been you!

fine

the stupid silver creature can stay in bed with him

someone has to take care of everything else, anyway

you relent, letting the serpent coil up around him again

guess that's better than nothing, at least

since someone has to call in sick and push everything back and hit up the doctors

wait

do you have to hit up the doctors, actually?

you vaguely remember that one time when you were in xianzhou and you learned about ancient medicine

hmm…

surely you can freeball it

you have pornographic memory!

periodic!

pro… what?

right, photographic memory! you have photographic memory!

you'd carefully set down a tray by aventurine's bedside, gently waking him up with a few light shakes to his shoulder (and the removal of a few creature).

"mmh…? what's this?" aventurine groggily sits up, and the first thing he does is stare at the bowl of ominous soup in your hand. "i don't think i can take it if you tried to poison me…"

"there are better ways to kill you than this." you deadpan, sitting down by his bed as you put a spoonful of the soup in your mouth. "completely safe, see?"

i don't think you're helping your case by eating it…

indeed, you get a look that almost screams "you're nuts"

maybe your stomach isn't the most convincing example

no shit

but. buuuuuuut.

c'mon. it's the thought that counts or whatever they say

no, for real though

it's legit medicinal soup

a little suspicious, sure…

but it's legit!

although the last time someone made it, you lost a few creatures

those people had asked you so nicely for two of your snakes

you can always spawn more of these serpents (like… asexual reproduction? like a hydra, you know)

and it's not like you're emotionally attached or anything

ethically sourced (with your consent)!

so yeah

nothing has been hurt in the making of this soup

"it's xianzhou traditional medicine, come on," you plead your case, offering aventurine a spoonful, "i learned directly from miss bailu."

aventurine spares you and your soup a suspicious glance, but he hesitantly allows himself to be fed. "do i even want to know what's in it…?" 

"haha, no." you didn't even let him finish, even as you offer yet another spoonful. "it's not half bad, is it?"

well okay, maybe you should've gone to a doctor or something 

surely some pills would be way better than whatever this is

but hey, at least you know this stuff is effective

quickly, too

and it's not your typical bitter-ass traditional medicine

if anything, it's probably one of those ultra-rare concoctions that would have emperors dying to get their hands on

in any case, you feed aventurine the rest of the soup and goes to clear the tray

of course he's half asleep and cuddled back up with your snakes again

you didn't even get to hug the man once since he was bedridden

it'd all been your snakes </3

damn, maybe you should've made the snakes do your bidding while you tangled yourself in aventurine's bed…

just as you're about to get up, you feel a tug on your pants. 

"c'mon, boss man, let me put these in the sink," you sigh, trying to free your leg from aventurine's arms, "please? i'll be back."

"do it later…" aventurine whines, and none of the creatures coiled around his limbs gave him much comfort. "stay…?" 

you stare at his flushed face, his unfocused eyes, and finally, his damned iron grip on your pants. "hey, you." you hiss, dragging the closest noodle to you off of the man. it whimpers, even sadly opens its maw, but you send it on its merry way with your dishes. "take these. then you can come back."

"mm, you feel nice," aventurine wraps his arms around you the moment you sit back down on the bed. "so cool…"

you're not even surprised – he's not usually this clingy, but maybe that's just because he's lucid enough to keep himself in check. "i'm cool, am i?" you slide down next to aventurine, pulling his head onto your chest with one small gesture, careful not to disturb him too much. "here you go. your life-sized ice pack." 

aventurine makes a noise of satisfaction and cuddles into you. "good night…" he slurs, tangling his hands into a pile of your creatures as he glued himself to you. 

"good night, aventurine." you say back, "wake up all better, okay?"

[catboybiologist]

Hey it's a life update that probably no one cared about or asked for

tl;dr: I'm likely quitting my PhD via mastering out, and leaving my program in June.

sappy, overly emotional vent/explanation:

I'm wrapping up my first quarter as an out-of-the-closet trans woman. I've had some serious conversations about where me and my work stand. This was always my intention after coming back from my summer hiatus/social transition: see how "reentry" works, and then assess from there.

For those that don't know, PhDs in the US take 5-7 years. Oftentimes, however, they either give you a master's along the way, or give you an option to quit halfway through with a master's. I'm in my 3rd year and have more than enough to use that option. I've toyed with this idea before, but it feels a bit different now. Last year, I was burned out from science, my project was failing, and I was under constant stress of boymoding and remaining in the closet. Now, I'm out and proud, and I deeply love my project and find it exciting. I fixed some things.

Unfortunately, I have a recurrent problem. Whenever something goes wrong in my life, the first thing to drop off is my ability to drive forward my own thesis project in a coherent way. What the actual problems are vary, but that motif stays the same. I could list off what's going on right now, but I think y'all can assume a bit of what a mid-20s, broke, recently transitioned trans woman in the US is going through at the moment. There's a lot of specifics, of course, but I'm not at liberty to say most of it.

So I'm looking around and realizing I have scraps of half finished projects, I've given support and help for other people's projects.... and then made little progress on my actual thesis. It's enough to pull together into a master's thesis, and maybe even another paper or two, but.... not a PhD.

And then there's the other side of it. The nicer reasons. Could I stay here, buckle down, maybe add years to my degree, and get through it? Probably. But honestly? I don't really want to put myself through that now. It used to be that academics was all I had. It was all my failures and all my successes. It's what I threw myself at, because I genuinely had nothing else going on. Since transitioning, the world seems so much more beautiful and rich, so much more complex and vast, with so much more to do in it. I've even had more negative experiences unrelated to academia, and while they've sucked, they've shown me that life is so much bigger than it was before.

To be blunt, to experience more of my life... it helps to have money, and it helps to have career stability. It's not the only factor by far, but certainly one defining moment when making this decision was trying to create a timeline and budget for transition related surgeries, and realizing that its near impossible in grad school.

Not to be dramatic, but I've also had a couple extremely jarring experiences in the past year that are reminded me that life is short. And I want at least some time to enjoy it.

My heart is honestly broken here, and I'm feeling extremely emotional about this. I love my lab, my colleagues, the environment of doing research, and my project. But I'm realizing that it might not be viable, or what makes me the happiest at the moment. I'm genuinely a bit distraught, and I've been crying a lot for the past few days. A lot of me feels like this is what I am, and this is what I'm good for. That I'm failing myself and every mentor that got me here. Some part of me knows that isn't true, some part of me can't let go of those feelings.

But, I know this doesn't mean "never". So many of the people in my program are significantly older than me, coming back later in life to get their degrees. I'm honestly almost positive that I'll come back to a PhD someday if I quit now. In my 30s or beyond, I think that I'll be able equipped to handle it much better.

So what's next?

Obviously, nothing is decided, and I'm just spitballing here. But I'm honestly shocked at how many viable options I have, in a very good way. A cursory scroll of Indeed was honestly therapeutic. As I said, I still love the academic research environment. I just need more money and stability, and would prefer to have a slightly different relationship to the work I do than a thesis project. Ideally, I would want to be a staff researcher in an institute or academic lab. That lets me keep a lot of the things I like about what I do now, while also making literally 2-3 times the money and having a more stable position.There's positions out there that maximize the contexts I'm the strongest and happiest with, while still being more steady and paying more. Hell, even if my responsibilities were identical, but I had more pay, I could probably more effectively address the personal problems I'm going through right now. I'm gonna stay in California for a lot of reasons, and I'm lucky that there's so many options within the state.

I have a bit of an oddball set of experience. I'll actually have two nonoverlapping master's if I do this. I already have a MS in bioinformatics, which was granted by a CS department. But my current program is in more "pure" molecular and cell biology. I'll have 5 years of grad school, 8.5 years of research experience if I include undergrad research, and instead of a PhD, 2 MSs. Which is kinda funny. But it think it helps represent my experience for what it is. I like to consider myself a "full stack" bioinformaticist- someone who can do both the experimental and analysis portions of experiments that produce large data. Hopefully I'll be able to put that to good use.

I have a lot of professional contacts that I'll slowly be reaching out to over the course of the next 6 months while I tie things up. I know this is a wildshot on tumblr of all places, but if anyone has any recommendations, advice, or contacts, I'm all ears- both for professional and job hunt related things, and also the emotional state I'm in right now.

Thank you to everyone that's made up this wonderful community we have online. I hope I'm not letting anyone down. I'll still be a biologist, I'll still be my trans self. I just won't be "Doctor" anytime soon.

[n1ght0f-nyx]

My hero academia boys asking you out pt 1

warnings/tags: cliffhanger, more fanon way of acting than canon ngl, i dont think there's other warnings other than that- feel free to dm me if you notice a common warning that could affect someone

characters: katsuki bakugo, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, tenya ida, Eijiro kirishima, denki kamanari

🔥 Katsuki Bakugou 🔥

Bakugo seemed more agitated than usual. He kept glancing in my direction, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my heart race. I tried to ignore it, focusing on the lesson, but it was like trying to ignore a blazing inferno in the middle of a snowstorm.

When the bell finally rang, I gathered my things and started to head out, hoping to make a quick escape before he could confront me. But as soon as I stepped into the hallway, I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. I turned around to find Bakugo standing there, his expression unreadable.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” he said, his voice gruff but lacking its usual edge.

“Uh, sure. What’s up?” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rapid beating of my heart.

He led me to a more secluded part of the school, away from prying eyes and ears. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating. He turned to face me, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made my knees weak.

“Look, I’m not good with this kind of stuff,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “But I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. More than I probably should.”

My breath caught in my throat. Was he really saying what I thought he was saying? I tried to keep my face neutral, but I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

“I like you, Y/N,” he said bluntly, his eyes never leaving mine. “I don’t do things halfway, and I’m not gonna start now. So, what do you say? Will you go out with me?”...

💚 Izuku Midoriya 💚

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over the UA High School grounds. It had been a long day of training, and I was ready to head back to the dorms when I heard a familiar voice call my name.

"Y/N, wait up!"

I turned around to see Izuku Midoriya, his messy green hair slightly tousled and his cheeks flushed from running. He caught up to me, panting a little but with that determined look in his eyes that I'd come to admire so much.

"Hey, Midoriya," I greeted him with a smile. "What's up?"

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "There's something I need to talk to you about. Do you have a minute?"

"Sure," I replied, curious about what had him so worked up.

We walked over to a bench near the training field and sat down. Izuku seemed nervous, fidgeting with his hands and avoiding eye contact. I waited patiently, giving him the time he needed to gather his thoughts.

"Y/N, we've been friends for a while now, right?" he began, finally looking at me. His green eyes were filled with sincerity and a hint of something else—something that made my heart skip a beat.

"Yeah, we have," I agreed, my curiosity growing.

"I-I really admire you," he stammered, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. "You're strong, kind, and always know how to make people smile. Being around you makes me want to be a better hero."

I felt a warm blush creep up my own cheeks at his words. "Thank you, Midoriya. That means a lot to me."

He took another deep breath, clearly trying to muster his courage. "What I'm trying to say is... I like you, Y/N. A lot. And I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me sometime?"...

🧊 shoto todoroki 🔥

I glanced across the bustling courtyard of U.A. High School, my heart doing a little flip when my eyes landed on Shoto Todoroki. His dual-colored hair was unmistakable, a vibrant mix of crimson and white, just like his enigmatic personality. I always found him intriguing, a blend of ice and fire, both literally and figuratively.

Today, he seemed different. He was standing a bit straighter, his eyes scanning the crowd as if he was searching for something—or someone. My pulse quickened as his gaze locked onto mine. For a moment, I considered looking away, but curiosity and something deeper held my attention.

"Y/N," he called out, his voice carrying over the chatter of our classmates. I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as he approached me. Todoroki was known for his calm and stoic demeanor, so seeing him a bit unsettled was surprising.

"Hey, Todoroki," I greeted, trying to sound casual despite the rapid beating of my heart. "What's up?"

He stood in front of me, his mismatched eyes intense and focused. "Can we talk?" he asked, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of emotion that made me wonder what was going on.

"Of course," I replied, nodding. "What's on your mind?"

Todoroki took a deep breath, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "I've been meaning to tell you something," he began, his gaze unwavering. "I've realized that I have feelings for you, Y/N. And I was wondering if you would go out with me."

🗣️ tenya Iida 👔

I had always admired Tenya Iida from afar. His dedication, his sense of justice, and his unwavering commitment to his classmates were qualities I deeply respected. But today, something was different. I noticed him glancing my way more often than usual, and there was a nervous energy about him that I hadn't seen before.

The school day passed in a blur, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of Tenya. Finally, after our last class, I headed towards my locker, only to find him standing there, waiting for me. His usually stern face softened as our eyes met.

"Y/N," he began, his voice uncharacteristically shaky. "Could I speak with you for a moment?"

"Of course, Tenya," I replied, trying to keep my own nerves in check. "What's up?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he continued. "I've been meaning to tell you something for a while now. I admire your strength, your kindness, and your dedication. You inspire me in ways I can't quite put into words."

I felt my cheeks heat up at his unexpected praise, but I nodded for him to continue.

"I... I have feelings for you, Y/N," he confessed, his voice steadying as he spoke. "And I was wondering if you would do me the honor of going out with me."

🗿 Eijiro Kirishima 🗿

It was a bright and sunny afternoon, the kind that made everything feel a little bit more hopeful. The UA High School campus was bustling with students, everyone going about their business, but my mind was focused on something—or rather, someone—else entirely. Eijiro Kirishima.

I had known Kirishima since we started at UA, and over time, my admiration for him grew into something deeper. His unwavering spirit, his kindness, and his infectious smile had a way of making my heart race. Today, though, something seemed different about him. There was a nervous energy in his usually confident demeanor.

We were in the courtyard, taking a break from training. Kirishima approached me with that wide, toothy grin of his, but there was a hint of something more in his eyes.

"Hey, Y/N," he began, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "Can we talk for a sec?"

"Sure, what's up?" I replied, trying to keep my own nerves in check.

He led me to a quieter spot under one of the large oak trees that dotted the campus. The shade provided a nice respite from the sun, but it didn't do much to calm the fluttering in my chest.

Kirishima took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto mine with a seriousness I rarely saw in him. "Y/N, I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and I just... I need to tell you something."

I felt my heart skip a beat. Was this really happening?

"I really like you," he confessed, his cheeks turning a shade of pink that rivaled his hair. "Like, a lot. You're amazing, and I've been wanting to tell you for a long time, but I didn't know how. I guess what I'm trying to say is... Would you go out with me?"

⚡️ denki kamanari ⚡️

I had just finished my last class of the day, my mind still buzzing with the day’s lessons. As I walked down the hallway, I saw Denki Kaminari leaning casually against a locker, his usual grin plastered across his face. He saw me and straightened up, a spark of nervous energy in his eyes that I hadn't seen before.

“Hey, Y/N!” he called out, waving enthusiastically. I couldn’t help but smile back. Denki had always been a ball of energy, lighting up any room he entered.

“Hey, Denki! What’s up?” I asked as I approached him.

He rubbed the back of his neck, a sure sign that he was nervous. “So, um, I was wondering if you have any plans this weekend?”

I tilted my head, curious. “Not really. Why do you ask?”

His cheeks flushed slightly, and he took a deep breath. “Well, I was thinking... maybe we could go out sometime? Like, on a date?”

[herofics]

Hey I don’t know if you still do my hero academia stuff but I have this idea I can’t get out of my head. Aged up reader goes blind from some accident and looses the ability to use their quirk. Katsuki comforts them coming to terms with not being able to see.

A/N: I haven't updated my wattpad book for Bakugou in over 7 months, which is honestly not even that long, since I have some books I haven't updated in almost two years. I decided to make it my mission for the next couple of months to update all my wattpad books I haven't written for this year. So this request is a good fit, since I wanted to write angst/comfort anyway.

It had been three weeks since you were discharged from the hospital, and this was the third coffee cup you had accidentally swiped off the counter while trying to get yourself something to drink. You heard the cup shatter into pieces as it hit the kitchen floor.

"Goddammit" you groaned, feeling frustrated.

You could hear Bakugou shuffling in the bedroom, so he could probably hear you.

You took a few deep breaths before calling out: "Katsuki, I did it again"

Bakugou emerged from the bedroom, yawning and stretching his arms.

"Did what again?" he asked.

"I dropped another cup, and now I'm stuck here, because I can't even clean it up myself without stepping on the shards or something" you felt like you were going to either cry or hit something, purely out of frustration.

"It's okay babe, I'll take care of it" Bakugou said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Thanks" you sighed.

"You can move to your left, there's no shards there. I'll clean this up" Bakugou said.

You could feel him move past you as his hand left your shoulder. You did as he instructed and stepped to your left so he could clean the shards off the floor. With a bit of feeling around, you determined that you were at the end of the counter that was next to the sink. You took another big step to your left, so you were close to the dining table and chairs, and made your way to one of the chairs.

"Kats?" you said, biting the inside of your lower lip to stop yourself from crying.

"Yeah, just a second, I'm almost done" Bakugou said.

You heard him open the cabinet that was under the sink, where the trashcan was, and drop the shards in there.

"Do you really want to spend the rest of your life like this? I'm fucking useless, I can't even clean up a broken cup"

"Babe, it's been just three fucking weeks since you lost your vision. No one, me included, is expecting you to bounce back that fast" Bakugou sighed and took your hands in his.

"But what if I never bounce back? I know I'm not getting my vision back, but what if I won't be able to do anything I did before? What if I'm just gonna weigh you down?" you exclaimed. "Would you really still want me?"

"I know things won't be like they were before, but do you really think I'm so fucking cowardly that I would just leave you because of something like this?" Bakugou growled.

"I'm just so scared, Kats. This is so… difficult" you huffed.

"I know babe" Bakugou said and kissed the backs of your palms. "I know, we'll figure it out, together"

"Together, huh" you could feel a small smile spreading on your lips.

"Yeah, you won't get rid of me that easily, you're stuck with me until one of us kicks the bucket" Bakugou declared.

"I appreciate that, but I hope neither of us kicks the bucket for a long time" you chuckled, feelings his hands in yours.

His hands were scarred and rough, but also so warm and gentle. Those hands knew you so well, they knew every curve and scar on your body. Those hands had wiped your tears so many times and you had held them through tough times. Even if you would some day forget what he looked like, you knew he would always be there to hold your hand when you needed it.

"I adore you (Name), that ain't gonna change, no matter what happens" Bakugou smirked.

He stood up and pulled you into an embrace. Bakugou just wanted to reassure you, there was nothing that could ever pull him apart from you. No matter what, he would always be there for you, as you had always been there for him. Nothing could change that.

[luvymelody]

NAME : katsuki bakugou , boku no hero academia

SONG : dried flower , wave to earth

SUMMARY : y/n gets sick. but it's okay! bakugou's here to help them. wc : 1.3k

y/n opened his eyes, immediately experience the sore feeling in his throat and the aching of his body as he attempted to sit up in his dorm room, wincing as he did as he coughed into his elbow.

he were sick, but, should he really be surprised?

-

after a long day of training, y/n exiting the gym gamma as he yawned, swinging their bag over his shoulder, exiting the gym but then his mind was occupied by the loud thunder and rain that was heavily pouring down onto the street.

y/n shivered from the cold, then sighing, placing a hand over his eyes and booking it through the rain as lightning thundered loudly, making y/n flinch at the sound, panting as he tried to quickly make it towards the 2-a dorm building.

eventually, he did, standing under the cover infront of the building, hands on his knees as he breathed heavily, before standing up straight and beginning to make his way inside, but not before squeezing all the water that was in his shirt, taking off his shoes and socks, leaving his shoes outside and holding his socks in his hand as he went inside, putting on his slippers as he accidentally left trails of water in his path on his way to his dorm.

-

y/n sighed, rethinking the last night as he slipped out of bed, shuffling on his slippers and making his way towards the bathroom to brush their teeth.

-

"damn y/n, you look like shit."

"i feel like shit."

y/n mumbled, crouching on the ground as they brushed their teeth. kaminari grimaced at the sight, pinning his hair back to do his skincare as bakugou walked in the bathroom, along with iida and midoriya behind him.

"l/n.. why are you on the ground?"

midoriya questioned, looking at y/n as he ran his toothbrush under the running water.

"i'm sick, and tired. so, i'm probably not gonna go to school today."

"oh! then, would you like me to write notes for you?"

midoriya said, holding his toothbrush with toothpaste on it infront of his mouth, smiling as he waited for y/n's response as y/n smiled back, nodding and spitting out his toothpaste from his mouth.

"yeah, that would be great. thanks midoriya."

y/n walked out of the bathroom, patting midoriya on the way out as bakugou's eyes leaned him as he walked behind him through the mirror infront of him, then his head turning as he watch y/n walk out of the bathroom door.

-

y/n was laying down, a cool towel on his forehead as he breathed out, blanket on himself as he let the cool air come into his room. until he heard a heavy knock coming from the door, y/n groaning at the throat of getting up, struggling for a good minute to even sit up when the person behind his door banged harder.

"i'm coming..."

y/n mumbled more or less to himself, opening the door as looking up at see bakugou looking down at him.

"i made soup for you. let it sit for 5 more minutes and then you can eat it."

y/n needed a second to process what he said, blinking at the blonde boy for a few seconds, the two of them maintaining eye contact but then bakugou looked away, walking away.

"wipe your nose, you're so gross loser."

y/n immediately covered his face with one hand red coating his face as he scrunched his face in embarrassment, shutting his door and leaning against the door with his back as he covered his face with both hands.

‘that was so embarrassing!’

-

y/n sat stirring his spoon in his bowl, watching as the liquid danced around the metal and eventually scooping it up, pressing it to his lips and swallowing the soup.

it had been a few hours, now the afternoon and y/n was having lunch by himself, having slept after having breakfast and was hungry once he woke up.

y/n scrolled on his phone, watching the news of upcoming heroes, news of u.a, etc.

“hey y/n!”

kirishima said excitedly, his hands grabbing onto y/n’s shoulders from behind as y/n lazily looked up, seeing the redhead look down at him with a smile.

“are you okay? kaminari told me you were sick.”

“yeah… don’t get too close- i might get you sick.”

y/n said, looking back down at his nearly empty bowl, finishing it quickly as kirishima and sero stood behind him.

“have you had any medicine yet?”

sero asks, helping y/n up from his chair and grabbing onto y/n’s bowl to bring to the sink for y/n.

“not yet, i was gonna get it tomorrow.”

y/n replied, looking at sero as kirishima patted his shoulder.

“no need man, bakugou went to go get you some!”

“hm?”

y/n hummed, an eyebrow quirked to the sound of bakugou doing something for bakugou.

“bakugou did?”

“yeah! he told us and then ditched! but manly of him so i don’t mind.”

-

“did you have lunch yet?”

y/n doesn’t know how fast bakugou got here, changed, made y/n change and lay down in his own bed. the only thing he knows is how pretty bakugou looks.

by the time bakugou got back, it was already around 6, the sun was gone and most of the class were out in the living room

“yeah, had your soup for breakfast and lunch.”

“did you like it?”

bakugou mumbled, squeezing a towel into a bowl of water and gently placing it on his forehead.

“yeah, it was really nice.”

“i know.”

bakugou dried his hands, opening up a small packaging of medicine and giving a glass of water to y/n.

“open your mouth.”

y/n groaned, but parting his lips as bakugou shoved a pill into his mouth, and tilting the glass of water into his mouth, letting y/n drink the medicine.

“how’d you get sick? you’re so weak.”

bakugou slouched back into the chair next to y/n’s bed that he pulled up beside it, watching y/n who stared up at the ceiling.

“i ran in the rain last night.”

“are you stupid.”

“i was training last night and lost track of time, i didn’t even know it was raining.”

y/n said, a small smile on his face as he thought about how it was kind of fun running through the rain quickly. bakugou glanced at his up-turned lips, his own lips turning up as he quickly recovered, removing the smile on his face and looking away at y/n’s desk on the other side of the room.

"have you been studying?"

bakugou took notice of the study notes on y/n's desk, standing up and taking small steps towards the desk and recognising y/n's handwriting as well as midoriya's who bakugou couldn't help but scrunch his face at the indirect mention of midoriya.

"yeah, figured if i'm just gonna stay here all day, might as well."

"why didn't you ask me?"

bakugou mentioned, his hands in his pockets as he turned only his head from his position infront of y/n's desk, the h/c haired boy already looking at him.

"i didn't wanna bother."

"so you bothered izuku?"

"you didn't say anything but midoriya did so..."

"are you blaming this on me?"

"no!"

y/n laughed, but winced at his sore throat as bakugou sighed, walking over and helping y/n to the glass of water on his bedside table, tilting it over y/n's mouth for him to drink.

"thank you, katsuki. you didn't have to buy me medicine."

"i wanted to. none of them will train with me as hard as you do. whether you like it or not now, you affect my schedule, fucking idiot."

"how nice of you."

y/n said sarcastically, bakugou glaring at him as y/n softened up, smiling at bakugou.

"joking, thank you kats."

"'welcome y/n."

-

“no way.”

y/n and bakugou stood outside, the pouring rain thundered loudly as the constant pitter patter was making their conservation to be yelling at each other to hear.

“it’ll be fun!”

y/n exclaimed, holding bakugou’s hand in his as bakugou snarled.

“no, fucking, way!”

-

“worth it.”

y/n said, still sick in bed as a towel lied on his forehead. it was the morning after as bakugou stared up at the ceiling next to y/n on his bed, having gotten sick too from the heavy rain.

“shut the fuck up.”

[mrselfdeztrukt]

Okay I know I'm supposed to be the bigger man and just laugh from a distance but I've been laughing at the irony of these MAGA shitheads for days so I'm going to share. (Not censoring names this time because I understand that I'm giving them what they want. It's just funny as fuck)

First of all, what the actual fuck is a gubmnt. Second of all, your people (yes, YOUR people) literally screamed and cried at the (presumably "Government") for days when Trump wasn't re-elected AND you whined all throughout Biden's presidency AND you all rub it in our faces that your little dictator won by leaving all your shit up and loud on your houses, making my neighborhood look like a trash heap.

"they need to learn to supervise on their own hard sweat." FIRST OF ALL, capitalize your fucking T in "They", considering it's the beginning of a sentence. Also don't double space people don't do that anymore.

Anyways, people are trying to live on their "hard sweat" (ew?), but you fucking assholes made it so now a single mother has to work at least three jobs just to support herself and her kid(s). BTW food has gone way up in price along with rent, so most people are actually OVERWORKING themselves to survive, Mr. "too dependant on Daddy taxpayer" who probably lives off his fathers business. (Just so you know.. It's actually spelled "dependent")

FOAD? "those poor teacher make. And"? Not finishing sentence with punctuation? FUCK OFF MY PROPERTY.

Actually what the fuck is wrong with you though? These people are watching and teaching your kids for over six hours five days a week and you have the AUDACITY to say that they deserve their low pay? I don't even know where to begin telling you that you're wrong?

Okay first of all, I can't with the fucking grammar anymore. Second of all, I have never in my life see someone go up against literal education?! I'm so confused by this guys stance that it's kind of funny because what do you mean "since most Americans have actual skills and trades outside of academia, we shouldn't have to pay for their education when they can't even balance their check book"? ?? ?

So, what you ACTUALLY want should be refinement. How about instead of stripping kids away from careers and education (which some people DO actually care about haha I know how wack!), we teach kids things that are important in day-to-day life ALONG with their usual academic curriculums? Just a thought IDK, but I do know that it's incredibly funny for you to be spewing things online about how Americans shouldn't care for their education when you type like a grade schooler and improperly argue. At least you're in character I guess.

Shout out to @sapient-marshmallow-princess you fucking obliterated this guy, even if he doesn't see it that way. It's so funny for these guys to be spewing the word "Nazi" I actually cannot take it anymore.

[oneofthosebells]

Thinking about ordinary.

Particularly in the context of 'Wille will never be able to lead an ordinary/normal life' (true) 'and therefore the ending doesn't work because abdicating doesn't actually solve his problems' (oof...I see where you're coming from but I've got to strongly disagree).

[Yes, I know it's not technically abdication, it's just a convenient shorthand!]

Wille will never be able to lead an ordinary life if by ordinary you mean a life like Simon would have led if they'd never met. He'll always be the son of a monarch, he'll always have been famous since birth, he'll always be ridiculously wealthy and privileged. But would he eventually be able to lead an 'ordinary' life by the standards of any privileged trust fund baby whose parent is a major public figure? Yeah, I think so.

There's a world of difference between being famous/wealthy/privileged but able to choose how to live your life - including the ability to choose a very private life if you want one - and being the literal head of state with absolutely no choice in the matter.

And yeah, I'm thinking about this because of all the footage of Harry and Meghan and their slightly odd pseudo-royal tour on the news. Which isn't a dig at H&M, I have no strong feelings about them one way or the other, but I've seen them used as a stick to beat the YR ending with ('it'll never work, look at Harry and Meghan'!). But Wille and Simon aren't Harry and Meghan.

And I don't just mean because they're fictional and H&M aren't, though actually you know what, that's important - it means that if I want to headcanon they can lead a fairly normal life once Wille's out of the line of succession then I can, nothing's stopping me. But also I cannot see Wilmon ever choosing to stay in the limelight by doing a tell-all Oprah interview, or a book or a podcast or a documentary, and I definitely can't see them doing a semi-royal tour where cameras follow them everywhere and where they sit in chairs(/thrones) and look awkward while people perform traditional dances for them. (Again, no shade! The circumstances and the people are very different, that's my point.)

I could see Wille going into academia or writing books about poetry, or maybe he owns a horse sanctuary and gets Sara to run it, or he co-owns a restaurant with Felice. Or all of the above, why not. He probably can't ever go and get a 'normal' job, but he won't need one - he'd have plenty of money to live on if he's living a fairly humble, non-extravagant lifestyle, and again, he's fictional, I can believe he'd happily do that with Simon if I want to.

Maybe they'd live abroad for a while to escape the attention - because with the best will in the world, the Scandinavian monarchies aren't worldwide famous in the way Diana and her children are, and Wille's video/speech/abdication would be a five minute wonder and probably quickly forgotten outside Sweden.

This is getting longer than I meant it to so I'll leave it there without going into Simon and how he fits into it all, because that's another three thousand words lol. Maybe I'll do a part 2. 😂

[librarycards]

i'm starting grad school soon (course-based master's though!)!! any tips?

indeed! here's a list

practice reading differently. your reading volume has gone up exponentially since undergrad, and you can no longer conceivably read all of everything you're assigned very closely before class. try your hand at speed-reading, seeking out and highlighting key words and points, and tracking thesis/argument-evidence-implications without laboring over every single word.

get zotero. use it. i am actually bad at this but i know it works because it helps whenever i do. save books and notes and make categories for different disciplines/classes!

make friends in your cohort/classes. you will NEED people you can bitch to who know exactly what you're bitching about. you will probably also need their help/insight on at least a few difficult readings, and vice-versa.

this is obvious, but PIRATE YOUR BOOKS if they are not already given to you.

another great way to get the most out of your readings, especially very "classic" ones, is looking up others' book reviews/criticisms of said readings on google scholar. it helps to be able to draw on others' insights/outside literature, especially if and when you will need to write a term paper on that reading. you'll already have citations locked down.

don't be afraid to ask your professors if you can do something unconventional for an assignment. generally, they want the course to be useful to you more than they want uniformity.

don't be afraid to chat in general with professors, visiting scholars, etc. go to conferences whenever you can. sign up for listservs. network. this will help you down the line, even if you don't stay in academia. i have cool queer, trans, disabled people i can stay with across the country and around the world, in part as a result of academic networking and conferencing.

speaking of which, disability works differently in grad school. in my experience, grad school provided many more opportunities for accommodation with a lot less "proof" needed on your end, because we are all adults with needs who can be trusted to attend to said needs as we need to. i didn't register with my university when i started this program, and instead was candid with my profs about needing my zoom camera off when that was a thing; needing to leave the room at times; and needing flexibility with days off.

some profs will suck. this is why you need friends to bitch with! there usually isn't much you can do, however, being in grad school means you do have more temporal flexibility (and also flexibility in what classes you actually need to take). i've dropped several classes bc the professor just sucked.

have fun and enjoy yourself! grad school is a special time that you get to devote to your very niche thing, and have other people genuinely give a shit about it. your whole job is to be the nichest little autistic bitch in the establishment. it is a challenge at first to get accustomed to the norms, especially if (like me) no one in your family has gotten an MA or PhD before. but it gets easier and is 100% doable, and gets even easier with a strong support system.

good luck and yippee!!

[fatoomie2801]

MY SHAYLAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

yoko tategami guys

daddy's girl, super chaotic, wants to look and be exactly like him 😈

has her mother's eyes and her dimple but that's like the only thing, the rest of her is kyoya LMAO

she has a combination of hair styles. kyoya's bangs and ponytail (when it's tied up), tsubasa's ahoge (because that's her uncle), and she has those strands on the side of her face that come out like haru (also her uncle) and wears the hair clasp like him too. she'll probably grow up to grow her hair out and start wearing the clasp like tsubasa and kiara do (i need to draw an older version of her now omg)

i do want her to follow in her uncle kakeru's footsteps and get a piercing at one point i think that would be so funny like 13 year old yoko coming home with nrw piercings and kyoya's like bro wtf and kakeru is there with her like i took her bro don't worry 😭😭😭

very rebellious child i want her to be 😈 but that's her when she grows up. this is young yoko we're talking about here

she'll ask her mother to draw kyoya's scars on her face with her makeup, and if her mother says no, she'll get the makeup anyways and do it herself just so she can look like him

also gave her the otori hair clasp it's like a family tradition to have one now (still don't know what will be engraved on hers i need to figure that out)

only person in the world she loves more than her dad is uncle nile (but it's VERY close) like she'll leave her dad's arms and go running to nile when he shows up, but if they ever bicker or have some kind of disagreement, she'll take her father's side

still loves nile enough to paint her face exactly like his too it's her favourite thing to do

also yoko having her mother's eyes and nile being in love with kiara during the masters / fury arc before he realises she only ever loved kyoya in that way reminded me of "i don’t want the children of another man to have the eyes of the girl i won't forget" BECAUSE THAT'S SO HIM AH THE ANGST 😈 can you tell i'm an angst enjoyer 😈😈😈😈😈😈

also, i was looking up japanese names that meant fierce because that's the kind of personality i wanted this kid to have, and i came across the name yoko

i decided to go with the yoko spelling so that yu and tithi calling her yoyo makes more sense but yes she's also victim to the yoyo curse it's generational HAHA

immediately i knew this was the one with the running bird theme on the otori side of the family and the fierce / brave / wild theme on the tategami side

and so i gave her my hero academia hawks' eyeliner on the inner corners of her eyes (you can't see the other one cause it's covered by her bangs)

i still haven't decided what bey she'll have. was thinking between aquila, leone, and columba, or possibly even a tiger bey if there's a constellation for that, not too sure yet. i feel like she'll want to have a leone bey growing up, but once she becomes her own person, i might give her something different (i'm very specific about the beys i create for my ocs being based on the 88 constellations or mythological figures that were used in mfb LMAO)

i do want her to grow up and grow out of the phase of wanting to look exactly like her dad. she'll still have his chaotic and wild personality but i wanna give her a red theme (and possibly even a red bey) which is why the background is red (though it's giving very much strawberry / watermelon right now LMAO)

i was doing some quick research and there's no tiger or hawk constellation in the 88 official constellations, so i went down the mythological route and we have circled back to horuseus oh my god

i think for a character who loved her dad so much that she wanted to be exactly like him to grow up and own the same bey as the other man who was once in love with her mother (and also the one guy she loves just a little more than her own father) is WILD and MESSY and I'M SO HERE FOR IT it's decided she's going to be a horuseus user when she's older DONE

yes i'm giving this kid a regular mfb bey and not a synchrome one because i am NOT designing a shogun steel bey no way 🙅🏾‍♀️

but yeah ENTIRELY UNPLANNED BY THE WAY

i chose her name a few days ago i did NOT think we would circle back to horuseus as her bey but here we are omg

i always do this thing where i make choices for my ocs and then it ends up working out in the best way possible, like i remember deciding on cassiopeia for kiara way before i even decided what her fury arc was going to be like, and then when i got to drafting the fury plot BOOM it's a summer constellation bey and it worked out PERFECTLY for that

also the name yoko being a combination of attributes from both her parents and ALSO being the perfect name to make yoyo a nickname of????? i don't know how it happens it's almost miraculous

i want to give her a younger brother so bad except he'd be the complete opposite of her (a mama's boy probably). he'd look more like mother but with his father's eyes (and maybe wild hair) and be a lot more quiet and down to earth than his big sister but honestly i gotta stop making ocs and focus on the ones that already exist 😭😭😭

do expect another tategami fanchild soon though 😈

until then, YOKO TATEGAMI EVERYONE

or as yu and tithi call her YOYO 😝

[lovebvni]

Shifting Timeframe? Pick A Pile

Welcome back to my bi-weekly pick a piles!! I was compelled by spirit to do a timeframe of when you will probably shift. Remember, general reading and YOU have the POWER to change it.

Also I've been seeing 325 a lot  - 3/25 is actually my birthday SOOO if anyone knows what that means please tell me!

Everything comes with a grain of salt, I will also have a shufflemancy going on in the background.

So, take a deep breath in...

Now out...

What emoji is your third eye telling you to pick?

🥚|🍭|🍬|🍶

pile 1 -- egg

A Month and a half, your day to shine.

Cards: Strength reversed, The Tower, Temperance, Knight of Cups

BESTIE OMG UR SO CLOSE TO SHIFTING WTF IM SO PROUD OF YOU, I KNOW ITS BEEN HARD BECAUSE OF THE TOWER CARD BUT I KNOW YOU'RE PUSHING THROUGH! You may feel vulnerable in some way, like you're not good enough? You are! You are the universe, you are the most powerful being EVER!! You should also take a quick 1-2 day break from shifting - this will also help you shifthere will also be someone coming in *possibly a friend, witch, or spiritual person* helping you out on this journey - they might be the one to give that final push.

Possible Personality Traits: Loving, giving, annoying {To yourself}, confident {On the outside}

Shufflemancy :

"Don't be afraid of heights 'cause we flyin'" - Rebels Call Me Karizma

"The time is upon you to show them what you can do and soon they will know that the day has COMEEE" - The Day - From Boku no Hero Academia, NateWantsToBattle

"I'm a little faded" - Slumber Party - Ashnikko

"It's exactly the same, they say 'why do you dress that way?' 'why do you act that way?' 'why aren't you just like me?" - Fire Drill - Melanie Martinez

Phrases, Numbers, Signs and more: 777, 666, Christmas, Bakugou, short tempered, Denki, Shinsou, shy, "You've got a friend in me", "Movie night!!", "Get in loser, we're going to the mall", "So you're obsessed?" Capricorn, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Taurus.

pile 2 -- lollipop

Within the next 48 hours, your dreams will come true.

(2 days to a week, actually)

Cards : 9 of Pentacles reversed, King of Pentacles reversed, 3 of Wands, The Fool reversed

OKAY FIRST OF ALL HOW LONG HAVE YALL BEEN SHIFTING I FEEL LIKE UR JUST A VERY SPIRITUAL PERSON!! But I feel like to get to that point you have to be less dependent on the things outside around you, and more on yourself. YOU'RE the one who can shift, the signs mean NOTHING if you don't take action. Do you abuse your power to shift in one way or another? Like start denying it exists JUST so The Universe will let you shift? Approach shifting like a timid animal in your backyard that's hurt. But yes, you definitely are shifting within the week. Your child-like wonder inspires me btw 

but keep your hopes up, you need more faith and hope that you will shift!

Possible Personality Traits: Softie on the inside, kind of shy?, risk taker, lover of music, goofy

Shufflemancy:

"Stupid boy think that I need him, I go cold like change the seasons, I go red hot like a demon, I go ghost for no damn reason, stupid boy think that I need him, stupid boy think that I need him." - Stupid - Ashinikko

"I'm not your friend, or anything damn, you think that you're the man, I think therefore I am" - Therefore I am - Billie Eilish

"You've got troubles, I've got em too, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you." - You've Got A Friend In Me - Cavetown

"We bark alot" - GOODMORNINGTOKYO! - TOKYO'S REVENGE

"We can fill it up with grass and all the things that make it warm. When you leave to go fly across the sea, I'll be waiting here with Junior and the flowers that we've grown." - Things That Make It Warm - Cavetown

"We might hotwire this old car to drive" - Everything Is Temporary (Sticks and Stones) - Cavetown

"Look like I'm going for a swim" - Chun-Li Nicki Minaj

Phrases, Numbers, Signs and more:  Denki Kaminari, "I'm failing all my classes omg", 444, "Hey, a frown won't get you anywhere - SMILE MORE!", calming music, study sessions, sexually active, dirty-minded, lack of physical affection, "Rough around the edges", Cavetown, Air Signs, any dominant sign tbh, "Have high hopes but low expectation", UA traitor, villian

pile 3 -- candy

44 Days, but It feels like years.

TW: DRUGS, SMOKING, ETC.

Cards : 8 of Pentacles, King of Cups reversed, 6 of Cups, The Hierophant

If you've read any of my other tarot readings you KNOWWW the hierophant makes me feel like I'm being choked, but before you shift you're going to realize something new, something new will come to you I suppose? So it will be a new beginning, then shift, it will probably be a new hobby or a job you like. And, like pile one, you will get good advice from a friend. I know some of you guys are like 'im not attracted to people in this reality' but you might be soon?? it's probably someone you knew in your past life or something. It may just be a friendship though. But the hierophant is just emphasizing what I just said, a good friend is going to give you advice.

Possible Personality Traits: ignored, quiet, lonely, friendly, smart, emotional

Shufflemancy:

"The worlds a little blurry, or maybe it's my eyes." - Ilomilo - Billie Eilish

"Maybe I'm too emotional, or maybe you never cared at alllll" - Good 4 U - Olivia Rodrigo

"I don't smoke, I just like how it smells" - Cigaratte Ahegao - Penelope Scott

Phrases, Numbers, Signs and more: Senpai/teacher, "You sure do cry a lot.", "You shouldn't care so much", watching youtube, hbu?, ignorant accidently, 666, 999, 69, st0ner, dr!nking, first time

pile 4 -- drink

Anywhere from to day to the 29th of this month

Cards : Queen of Wands, The Lovers, Judgement, Page of Cups

CLEARLY YOU'RE SHIFTING FOR SOMEONE WITH THE LOVERS CARD COMING OUT I MEAN SAME BESTIE, you don't know when you will shift, and you def look to higher spirits. Try some shadow work - your inner child needs healing. The universe sees you and how much you have bene struggling and working towards this, and it thanks you deeply. Your hard work is going to pay off soon!

Possible Personality Traits: Disappointed often, violent, gay, dramatic ASF, popular, two face, probably on medication, has been hurt physically, emotionally, or some other way

Shufflemancy :

"She moves on pretty BLOODY QUICK" - Your New Boyfriend - Wilber Soot

Literally any MHA song

"Baby hotline, please hold me close to you!" - Baby Hotline - Jack Stauber

"She said you were a hero, you played the part. But you ruined her in a year, don't act like it was hard. And you swear you didn't know,  I wonder why you didn't ask, she was sleeping in your clothes, but now she's got to get to class." - Your Power - Billie Eilish

I hope this pick - a pile resognated! I've been going through a lot this week and I don't know if my accuracy may have failed bc of the stress I'm experiencing but I'm so glad like NOBODY is shifting in a year+( like 2023) bc I know you all work SO HARD to shift.

[materialsscienceandengineering]

How much/quickly do you think AI is going to expand and improve materials science? It feels like a scientific field which is already benefiting tremendously.

My initial instinct was yes, MSE is already benefiting tremendously as you said. At least in terms of the fundamental science and research, AI is huge in materials science. So how quickly? I'd say it's already doing so, and it's only going to move quicker from here. But I'm coming at this from the perspective of a metallurgist who works in/around academia at the moment, with the bias that probably more than half of my research group does computational work. So let's take a step back.

So, first, AI. It's... not a great term. So here's what I, specifically, am referring to when I talk about AI in materials science:

Most of the people I know in AI would refer to what they do as machine learning or deep learning, so machine learning tends to be what I use as a preferred term. And as you can see from the above image, it can do a lot. The thing is, on a fundamental level, materials science is all about how our 118 elements (~90, if you want to ignore everything past uranium and a few others that aren't practical to use) interact. That's a lot of combinations. (Yes, yes, we're not getting into the distinction between materials science, chemistry, and physics right now.) If you're trying to make a new alloy that has X properties and Y price, computers are so much better at running through all the options than a human would be. Or if you have 100 images you want to analyze to get grain size—we're getting to the point where computers can do it faster. (The question is, can they do it better? And this question can get complicated fast. What is better? What is the size of the grain? We're not going to get into 'ground truth' debates here though.) Plenty of other examples exist.

Even beyond the science of it all, machine learning can help collect knowledge in one place. That's what the text/literature bubble above means: there are so many old articles that don't have data attached to them, and I know people personally who are working on the problem of training systems to pull data from pdfs (mainly tables and graphs) so that that information can be collated.

I won't ramble too long about the usage of machine learning in MSE because that could get long quickly, and the two sources I'm linking here cover that far better than I could. But I'll give you this plot from research in 2019 (so already 6 years out of date!) about the growth of machine learning in materials science:

I will leave everyone with the caveat though, that when I say machine learning is huge in MSE, I am, as I said in the beginning, referring to fundamental research in the field. From my perspective, in terms of commercial applications we've still got a ways to go before we trust computers to churn out parts for us. Machine learning can tell researchers the five best element combinations to make a new high entropy alloy—but no company is going to commit to making that product until the predictions of the computer (properties, best processing routes, etc.) have been physically demonstrated with actual parts and tested in traditional ways.

Certain computational materials science techniques, like finite element analysis (which is not AI, though might incorporate it in the future) are trusted by industry, but machine learning techniques are not there yet, and still have a ways to go, as far as I'm aware.

So as for how much? Fundamental research for now only. New materials and high-throughput materials testing/characterization. But I do think, at some point, maybe ten years, maybe twenty years down the line, we'll start to see parts made whose processing was entirely informed by machine learning, possibly with feedback and feedforward control so that the finished parts don't need to be tested to know how they'll perform (see: Digital twins (Wikipedia) (Phys.org) (2022 article)). At that point, it's not a matter of whether the technology will be ready for it, it'll be a matter of how much we want to trust the technology. I don't think we'll do away with physical testing anytime soon.

But hey, that's just one perspective. If anyone's got any thoughts about AI in materials science, please, share them!

Source of image 1, 2022 article.

Source of image 2, 2019 article.