#how to do grasshopper

[allyooops]

[the-deadlock-south]

desperately need to see the full/high-res ver of this art asap lemme just peak please

[chronodia]

to pierce thine own silver eye

[snickerdoodlles]

grasshoppers and elephants - future scene

a little ~1.5k snippet of architecture & engineering being friends while Pat and Pran flirt obnoxiously in front of everyone. set in the far future of grasshoppers and elephants (tag). relationship has semi-recently been revealed to all friends, but the parents don’t yet know

setting: the friends are still working about 14x harder than they need to in their quest to be aggressively supportive of PatPran. here, they’re coordinating a short run of workshops so that architecture students can learn civil engineering surveying, aka the different methods civil engineers use to get a lay/understanding of the land they’re working on. the friends’ excuse is it benefits both faculties. lowkey, it’s an excuse for Pat and Pran to be required by the university to hang out, and also help sell Pat's little lie about his actual degree. none of it is necessary, but the friends are Doing It Anyways

(*engineering degrees have different emphases, ie civil engineer, mechanical, chemical, aerospace, etc. different emphases cover different subjects, and these different classes begin to pop up in the 2nd/3rd year of the degree. hence why korn--a civil engineer--is taking point on this. pat’s dad thinks he’s following his footsteps to be a civil engineer as well, but his emphasis is actually mechanical, like mo’s.)

(:(  ):)

Korn, Wai, and Pat begin plotting the next day after practice. They commandeer a little table not too far from the gym and Wai dumps a forest’s worth of registration and requisition forms across the table because the administration’s still in the dark ages and requires paper for everything. About fifteen minutes later, Pran and Louis show up to help. Korn grimaces as soon as he sees them, because they’d just gotten everything sorted into a dozen stacks scattered across the table and their bags are taking up half of Pat’s bench.

Wai follows his grimace and wrinkles his nose in irritation as well. “Hey,” he greets as soon as the others join them. Louis takes the seat next to Wai, leaving Pran the only one without. “Uh--”

Pran sits in Pat’s lap.

“Is this everything?” Pran asks casually as he digs through his bag.

The three friends blink silently, off-kilter as Pat gently nudges Pran into a more comfortable position and then flops against his shoulder like a contented puppy. These two are feared and respected by their seniors. They’d gotten into an ethics debate so intense last week they’d scared their professor. They’re so sweetly comfortable wrapped up in each other Korn’s embarrassed just looking at them.

Pran looks up and raises his eyebrows at them pointedly, and Korn snaps out of it, feeling scolded. “Right, uh. Professor Thana agreed to oversee the sessions. I’m drafting the request for additional activity hours for the survey class I’m already taking. Professor Thana will talk to the faculty director for us to ensure non-civils can also join, the administration just needs a formal request from us students expressing interest.”

Louis snaps his fingers and digs out a few sheets of paper from his bag. “I got a list of architecture students interested in the survey activity. I just asked around and started taking down names, there will probably be more if there’s an official announcement.”

“Ooh, that’ll help, thank you.”

Wai points to two stacks in front of him. “Safe and I talked to our administration too. We can receive credit for our degrees by submitting this form after we’ve finished the course, we’d just need Professor Thana and one of the faculty directors to sign off on it. But each person would have to do it individually. If we have enough non-civil students, the administration may setup something more suitable and Professor Thana could just submit all of our information like professors normally would with grades at the end of term, but the form is the way to go until then.” Wai taps the second, much thicker stack. “This might not be necessary, but the administration aide also suggested including some time slot possibilities in the proposal. If we make sure the schedule won’t clash with any of the other survey classes and that the equipment will be available, it might fast track the proposal.”

Pran’s eyebrows are near his hairline. “...I’m impressed.”

Wai and Louis stick their tongues out at him in matching scowls. “We’re not total flakes,” Wai grumbles guiltily.

Pran smiles in an apology and waves the comment off. He skims over the other stacks like he’s checking off a mental list while also spreading out a napkin in one of the few remaining empty spaces on the table. “It’ll fill a requirement, not just credits?” He empties a small packet of nuts onto his napkin and eyes them, then wrinkles his nose, just a little.

“Mhmm,” Louis reassures as he looks through his email on his phone. “Dr. Rung said it’d count to our overall activity hours requirement--ah!” He holds his phone out for Pran.

Pran hums as he checks it over and discusses some degree requirement with the other two, oblivious to Pat staring at the back of his head with hearts in his eyes. Still up to mischief though—Korn watches as the guy subtly and sweetly nuzzles Pran’s shoulder right before he steals a few of his nuts.

“Eh-- Pat!”

Pat shoves the nuts in his mouth and blinks at Pran with guileless eyes as the man scoffs. Wai and Louis roll their eyes alongside Pran, though they don’t share Pran’s small smile and helplessly besotted look when he turns back to them, hiding his face from Pat. Pat beams triumphantly, happily munching on his prize.

Korn just stares at Pat judgmentally. He, Wai, and Louis are only just sitting here, enduring this nonsense while they help orchestrate a lie mostly for him. He’s watched Pat be ridiculous in love, but he hadn’t realize how much Pat had been holding himself back. Korn cannot believe this shit.

Pat finally meets his judgy stare and turns a little sulky. “He doesn’t like eating an odd number of nuts,” Pat says defensively, as though that excuses anything.

Well. Korn glances between Pat, Pran, and the little napkin with apparently a now even number of nuts. He thinks about that time Pran restapled a final because of a crooked sheet, or that time he switched Pat’s even chopsticks with his crooked ones, and is horrified to discover that some deep and repressed part of him finds Pat eating an odd number of nuts for Pran charming. What the hell.

Pran fidgets shyly under their collective stares, definitely misinterpreting their silence. “It’s weird when chewing’s uneven,” he protests mutedly, flustered. Korn doesn’t understand a single thing happening here. This man stuck his tongue down Pat’s throat in public last week just to shut him up and then acted like nothing happened, but this (whatever this even is) makes him blush? Un-fucking-believable.

Pat’s hand darts out and he snatches up another small handful of nuts, and Pran’s protest shatters the stiff atmosphere. Pran grabs Pat’s cheeks and squeezes, but Pat just continues to chew and bat big doe eyes at him. Pran looks between Pat, his napkin of nuts, and back again, and quirks an eyebrow irritably.

Pat swallows. Still blinking innocently, he says in a pouty voice, “Oh no… It’s an odd number of nuts again… Guess you’ll have to feed me another one…”

Korn and Wai exchange disbelieving looks, judgmental as hell. Pran offers a single nut for Pat to eat from his fingers, only to pull it back at the last second and eat it himself, sticking his chin out daringly.

...Seriously? They’re right here.

Pran turns back to them with a huff. “What,” he says, not asking a question but throwing down a challenge.

Good for him. Except Korn actually wants to get this work done sometime today. “We’re bonding over you two being gross,” he says flatly.

“Yeah,” Wai whines, “Save the married bickering for the bedroom. Think of our poor innocent eyes.”

“Oi,” Louis barks, wagging a finger at Korn and Wai. “You two should be nicer to our good friends here. You especially Wai--” Louis’s stern demeanor cracks, lips twitching with mischief “--Pran stayed up with us all night on our project. He never got to go home to his honey.”

“Oh,” Korn gasps, hand over heart. “Pran. Why didn’t you say so?”

Pran rolls his eyes so hard his head shakes. “Guys--”

“No, no, Louis is right,” Wai says tragically, slumping against Korn in his dramatics. “How could I have been so cruel when you’ve both been separated for almost twenty hours.”

“Ohh,” Louis and Korn wail, swooning. “Twenty hours!”

“Oi!” Pran yells, slamming his fist on the table. He points at each of them menacingly and, unlike Pat, actually looks threatening doing it. “You can shut up, or I can leave you to do all of this yourselves.”

The three straighten dutifully and put on their most apologetic airs. Then Korn leans against Wai conspiratorially and says in his normal volume, “I think we’re in trouble.”

Wai winces and bends his head in shame, and says in a voice just as loud, “Do you think Mom’s gonna put us in timeout?”

“Ooooooohh,” the three of them chorus together as Pran’s nostrils flare and he raises his fist at them.

Except Pran would be a lot more threatening if he weren’t so unwilling to leave Pat’s lap to threaten them. He’s not even leaning forward much, his back still plastered against Pat’s front. None of them manage to fully muffle their laughter and Pran finally scoffs and looks away.

“I hate all of you assholes,” he says, as though he’s not smiling too.

Korn snickers. The other two make kissy faces at Pran and Korn waves a form to catch Pat’s attention. “Hey lover boy, you actually gonna help us with any of this?”

Pat shrugs, or as much as he can when his arms are still wound tight around Pran’s waist. “You said it yourself, I haven’t gotten to hold him for almost a day.”

Pran smacks Pat’s arm for them, not that it does anything to change Pat’s shamelessness. Korn rolls his eyes fondly. “We’re doing this for you, asshole.”

“Ah, ah,” Louis protests, “We’re doing this for my future laziness. Who cares about that guy?”

All of them laugh, Pat the most. “Could I pay you people to be nice to me?” Pat asks, trying to hide his grin behind Pran’s shoulder and failing entirely.

“Wouldn’t be worth it,” Wai says immediately.

“We are nice,” Korn protests at the same time.

Pat flips both of them off, arms still wound around Pran’s middle because he’s ridiculous.

“Okay, okay,” Pran waves all of them down, grabbing Pat’s hands to force him to put his middle fingers down. (Which, come to think of it, was probably his plan all along. Kudos to him. Korn’s going to give him so much shit about it as soon as they’re alone.) “How should we split up the work?”

(:(  ):)

[thecompassinside]

i actually had like an intro to poetry class once where the PROFESSOR wholeheartedly subscribed to “the curtains are blue because the author just liked the color blue” mentality it was hell lmaoo

[kbearart]

What else would death do?

[navramanan]

new mobile theme who this

[planet4546b]

ok uhhh. how many distinct specevo species is too many. uhm

[lonleyghostpostsart]

Okay, but Just because Gwens design was a cat doesn’t mean Ben’s lucky boy design HAS to be a cat. there are other types of lucky animals. especial green ones. I added the cat in there too cause even though I wan’t to explore other options, cat Ben is cute. the other two being grasshopper/cricket, and a frog. 

Frogs:  “ In Japan frogs are a symbol of Good Luck, and the Romans believed that to have a frog would bring good luck into the home. ... The Greeks and Romans both associated frogs with fertility and harmony. To the Egyptians the frog is a symbol of life and fertility, as well as rebirth or resurrection. “

Grasshopper: “ it was believed that grasshoppers can bring happiness and wealth. They are usually associated with money as well. Today a grasshopper is usually perceived as a lucky symbol all over the world. It symbolizes not only abundance and wealth, but also freedom, balance, creativity and peace.

Crickets:  “ Crickets are considered good luck in some Asian and Native American cultures. Crickets have played a strong role throughout Chinese, Japanese and Native American cultures as a symbol of good fortune, vitality and prosperity. ... In addition, crickets are valued as watch dogs and as natural clocks for timing a good harvest.”

Cats:  “ According to many Feng-Shui professionals, black cats are great luck around the house. ... It's believed that while they are not bad luck at all, black cats do ward off dangerous spirits and bad luck, so having one around the house is good luck. However, it's only good luck if you keep the cat healthy and happy. Also the Ancient Egyptian goddess Bastet resembled a cat and was the goddess of joy, love, protection, dance, music and, of course, cats. Cats, which were quite popular in ancient Egypt, were considered her sacred animal. “

[ignatiusteto]

i am simply so sleepy 😔

[spomincica]

I would REALLY appreciate if my brain could perhaps remember that Mary Oliver and Wendy Cope are not the same person

[kawaiidegger]

Maybe at night a feeling that comes over you as you thrash your overheated body around in the summer night air, trying to love a leg or an arm onto a cool part of your sheets

Maybe at night a feeling that can only be quieted with sleep. Maybe at night a feeling, for years now, of giving up. Nothing too morbid, please don’t worry or anything, just—maybe at night saying, sorry, sorry friends, sorry doctors, sorry parents or teachers or employers, sorry past me, sorry future me. Today I did not.

Maybe at night a feeling of eagerness for sleep because tomorrow might be the day that you do. You don’t know what it is that you are trying to do; what will happen or who you will be that will allow you to have another feeling at night. Maybe.

Maybe at night a feeling that is resigned but desperate, bitter but hopeful. Want, loss, fear, love, desire, defeat, are the names of the sides of the uneven polygon you trace in your stomach during your body scan for sleep meditation. Maybe in the morning you will. That’s how you forgive yourself enough to fall asleep. Maybe in the morning a feeling—.

[svtskneecaps]

not to simp on main but like y'all know that video where jihoon's like half asleep with his head in jeonghan's lap anybody willing to drive to my house n be the jeonghan to my jihoon pls

[nosowoso]

cheyenne just posted a bunch of stories that made me miss the whole sky team so much

Now I miss them so much more😭😭😭

[freebooter4ever]

i had a fun adventure with a grasshopper in my bed tonight

[chilewithcarnage]

I saw a grass hopper today, imma take that as a good sign