#academic crushes

[ashenties]

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nerdy!kuroo × popular!reader (but lowkey nerdy too) genre: slow-burn fluff | college au | soft academia | mango-coded romance summary: you used to sit beside him like strangers—until a mango thesis, late night study sessions, and quiet conversations about ester bonds changed everything.

You weren’t exactly close.

For the longest time, you and the guy next to you in Chem-Finance were just… there. Sitting beside each other. Sharing space, but not words.

He was quiet. Diligent. All sharp angles, messy hair, and pen caps always tucked between the teeth. Always scribbling notes with laser focus and mumbling formulas like he was reciting spells.

And you? Well, people might’ve labeled you “popular,” but they didn’t know you stayed up late reading research papers just for fun. Especially anything related to organic chemistry and food science. You didn’t talk about it much—most people tuned out at the word "isomer"—so you kept it to yourself.

Until one day, after weeks of shared silence, you leaned toward him before lecture started and asked, “Hey… random question. Would you help me with a food chemistry thesis?”

He turned to you slowly. “Depends on the fruit.”

You grinned, a little nervous. “Mangoes.”

He froze. Blinked. Then the faintest smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Elite choice.”

“You think?”

“Mangoes are chemically fascinating. Ripening rate, sugar-acid balance, volatile compounds—it’s like fruit alchemy.”

That made you perk up, pleasantly surprised. “Exactly! That’s why I picked it. The ester interactions alone could take up an entire section.”

Now he was staring at you like you’d just revealed a hidden level of a video game.

“…You know esters?”

“Um, yeah. I’m majoring in food chemistry and finance.”

He blinked again. “No way. I’m chemistry and finance.”

You both laughed.

After a beat, he added, “You could look at my strawberry thesis if you want. For reference. Similar structural breakdowns.”

“Strawberries? Aren't strawberries... kind of boring?”

“excuse me? they’re a polyploid hybrid with over 600 volatiles and complicated parentage. I liked their duality—how they’re considered berries, but technically aren’t. Plus, they oxidize stupidly fast once cut. They’re a mess.”

You smiled. “That’s why you picked them?”

He looked sheepish for a second. “Also my ex liked them. So I thought maybe if I understood their chemical structure, I’d understand why she sucked.”

You snorted. “You tried to decode heartbreak through fruit?”

“I got an A.”

“That is lowkey impressive.”

From that day on, you brought him a small Tupperware of fresh mango pieces to class. He always accepted them with quiet reverence—and without fail, every time, he’d offer you a mango fun fact.

He announced one morning as you handed over the container, already opening it up and popping the fruit in his mouth “mango trees can live for over 300 years and still bear fruit.”

You paused mid-sip of your coffee, arching a brow with interest. “So basically, they’re the sugar daddies of the plant kingdom.”

Kuroo sputtered around the mango, half-laughing, half-struggling to recover.

You just grinned, grabbing a pen and sliding into your seat beside him. “Resilient and generous. Nature really peaked with that one. Oh and technically, I'm feeding you immortal snacks. How cool is that!”

He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking. “Cool enough to make me believe in soulmates with a fruit-based origin story.”

You started spending more time together after that. Studying. Swapping notes. Late-night library sessions where he explained reaction mechanisms and you countered with theories about flavor extraction in ripe versus overripe fruit. It was the kind of nerdy chemistry (pun very much intended) that felt easy.

He didn’t talk much at first, but when he did, he was sharp, teasing, and way more sarcastic than you’d expected. The quiet guy beside you turned out to be funny, lowkey cocky, and borderline annoying in the most endearing way.

But he never interrupted your train of thought. Never tried to one-up you. Just matched your energy and let you be.

That alone? Made him addictive company.

So when he turned to you after finance management class one day, scratching the back of his neck, and said, “Hey… there’s a cafe down the street doing a mango-themed menu,” you raised a brow.

“Oh?”

“Mango mousse. Mango sticky rice. All kinds. Thought you might want to join me for some… scientific research.”

You smiled. “Using me as an excuse to eat mangoes?”

“Definitely. Also, I think I’ve officially been conditioned. You feed me mango after class and now my brain expects it.”

You laughed. “Are you asking me out?”

He smirked. “I’m inviting you to assist me in a controlled, mango-based sensory experiment.”

“…That sounds dangerously romantic.”

He shrugged. “Only if the data supports it.”

She gave him a soft smile, "Text me the timings and address. I'll see you later" before turning around and leaving him a smiling fool

[otaku553]

Procrastination doodles of sabo for the king sabo au :)

[strawberrybananajamx]

Elle Fanning school inspo

[http-tempted]

Me: I like how this man thinks—

Friend: you have to reach out first to—

Me: ew.

[stargatedreamerr]

please tell me how your favourite character/blorbo has helped you in your life to help me complete my master's thesis project! - (i'm a psychology student)

Hi everyone! I'm currently working on my master's project for my postgraduate degree and I was hoping you might be able to let me know how fictional characters have helped you when times are tough!

if you have any problems or you think that I need to change something about this post or the survey itself because it might be offensive or incorrect please don't hesitate to reach out!

[heycallmeplease]

Richard Siken, via trivarnaharihara

[thevillainsmustache]

She says she's kidding but it came from deep in her heart.

Called Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan "an intellectual ship for intellectuals" last night and now @thevillainsmustache has already made a google doc with that title

[chand-ki-priyatama]

If the first love is true then why did the second happened ?

If the second love is true then why is the first remembered ?

[a-lady-and-her-quill]

𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐷𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 🪶 𝑌𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦 evening 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠.ᐟ 𝐼 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑦, 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔.ᐟ 𝑀𝑦 𝘩𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝘩 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑙 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑𝑠, 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡 𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝘩 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑦𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦, 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑁𝑜��, 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝘩𝑖𝑚. 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐼 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠 ...𝐺𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝐵𝑜𝑦. 𝑂𝘩 𝐷𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦, 𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝘩𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒, 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒. 𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝘩 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠. 𝑌𝑒𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔… 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟. 𝐴 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑤𝘩𝑜𝑚 𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑐𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑. 𝐴𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡, 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑜.ᐟ 𝐴𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑛, 𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑, 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠, 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑, 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑙, 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟. 𝐴𝑙𝑎𝑠, 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑢𝑚𝑝𝘩 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡. 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙, 𝐼 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑑𝑑, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑤𝘩𝑜𝑚 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦. 𝑆𝑜 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡, 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐𝘩 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙, 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑. 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑒, 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑦.

Yours in ink and intrigue,

—A lady and her quill, 08/06/2025

[youling-the-ghost]

guys guys hear me out...academic rivals ditch.

or, even better, one-sided academic rivals ditch (Titch believes that they're rivals but Derek just finds the short blonde boy cute and wants to get closer to him).

[godofstupidsentences]

I love my Lorcan Scamander so much, like... he’s a freak, he’s obsessive, he’s a nerd, he loves literature, he’s an misanthrope, he’s a hater, he plays d&d, he loves his brother deeply, he’s the personification of envy, he fell in love with albus and it ruined him forever, he’s a princess, he’s a bad person, he pretends to like black coffee for the aesthetic, he has no idea of how to comfort people, he considers scorpius his nemesis but scorpius barely knows who he is, he forced hogwarts to allow dogs as pets so he could bring his own dog with him, he’s the most likely to kill someone

[achillesreborn]

maybe the secret to a happy life is kept in warm hands & soft lighting. maybe it's in you, in earshot of your laugh. i don't know, but that's where i find it most.

[mostremote]

oh, i've never read [classic novel]! I'm really in the mood for that! and look, there's a new edition out! let's take a look!

"[Classic Novel]. Edited by [Hot Old Man]."

oh for god's sake

[a-lady-and-her-quill]

Dear Diary, 𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑤 𝘩𝑖𝑚, 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑦. 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝐼 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝘩𝑖𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛’𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑠𝑜 𝑤𝘩𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑝 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙. 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝟹𝟶 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒. 𝑀𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑. 𝑀𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑, 𝑙𝑒𝑡’𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝐴𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑎, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛’𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠. 𝑆𝘩𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠. 𝐼𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝐼 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘. 𝑊𝑒’𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛’𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜. 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝐼’𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑤. 𝐿𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝐼 𝑟𝑢𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑜𝑙’𝑠 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠. 𝐼’𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑤 𝘩𝑖𝑚 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑏𝑦. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛, 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝘩𝑖𝑚, 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑠𝘩. 𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝘩𝑖𝑚 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑓𝑜𝑦. 𝐼’𝑣𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑠𝘩 𝑜𝑛 𝘩𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟. 𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝘩𝑖𝑚. 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑦. 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑒, 𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦. 𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛, 𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑛, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒. 𝐴𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟, 𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 other 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙. 𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝, 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑝 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝘩 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠, 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝐺𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝐵𝑜𝑦, 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝐼 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝘩𝑖𝑚. 𝑆𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝘩𝑒𝑟—𝑠𝘩𝑒’𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛 𝐼 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝘩𝑖𝑚. 𝐼 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝘩𝑒𝑟, 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑖𝑚. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜. 𝐻𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑—𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝘩𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝘩𝑖 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒. (𝐼’𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡.) 𝐹𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡𝘩 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑜𝑙. 𝑆𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑖𝑚, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑒𝑚��𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝐼 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝘩𝑖𝑚. 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝘩𝑒’𝑠 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝘩𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐.

—A lady and her quill, Journal of wandering thoughts (03/05/2025).

[chaoticfandomthot]

Bragging time -> I GOT 100% on my final exam in linguistics (which was worth 40% of my session)

[perfectlydreamysunflower]

okay but it’s so funny how he’s out here explaining IR like “so basically, countries just have trust issues” and i’m smiling and nodding like “wow you’re so smart” while secretly reading his actual course textbooks at home just so i can challenge him mid-convo.

it’s not about winning, it’s about watching his face when i casually drop a theory he didn’t think i knew. he’s trying to impress me with metaphors and i’m over here plotting my academic seduction arc. adorable of him to think i won’t go full debate club for a man.