#i dont understand a shit in this lecture

[commonboa]

that rtvs pizza tower collab huh? i mean im used to settling for watching creators who dont really give as much of a shit as they should about poc so its whatever but.... idk i feel like it should be common sense not to partner with a game that has antisemitic and racist caricatures in it who's made by a guy that calls people faggots and r*tards yknow?

[dickgreyson]

rly feel like im cheating whenever i get my grades back for academic writing assessments in the sciences bc of my bachelors in politics and philosophy ..

[lunar-wandering]

i see the words "SMART Goals Learning Plan Assignment 1". my eyes glaze over as i try to conceive of a possible issue i could pretend i have so i don't gotta talk about the autistic issues i'm already handling and definitely do not want to tell my teacher about

[deanstits]

4am n I'm thinkin abt dean and supernatural and bisexuality and queer coding and dean and the hidden narrative and the forgotten plot threads and the undeniable cultural impact while simultaneously being a cult classic mostly unwatched show and dean and the portrayal of blue collar people and the Americana and the history of music and dean and the biblical parallels and the metatextual elements and the social change that occurred over it's 15yr air time n how that was reflected in the show and also I'm thinkin abt Dean !!!

[ironmanstan]

my fav thing at work is when i tell someone to do somethin and then they nod and theyre like yeahhh maybe thatll help, and then they dont do it at all and the prof comes by and says the same thing i did

[scentofpines]

in class today i felt so incredibly out of place again, why does it have to be so hard for me? and, i like this girl, but every single time we have class she mentions her "autism" while happily chatting with 3+ ppl at a time, completely effortless, while im sitting there, staring and trying to focus enough to even understand the conversation bc there is so much noise around me that i feel like i'm about to either explode or shut down completely and i feel like an alien trying my best to somehow socialize and understand what is going on and really to just get through this.

[your-subby-creature]

I FINISHED THE ENTIRE SLIDE DECK AND ITS ONLY MIDNIGHT LETS FUCKIN GOOO

[savethepinecones]

so so sick of being yelled at for being depressed

[heyitslapis]

Walked out of work today bc long story short a guest decided that she was gonna lecture me/use me & my "abhorrent, disrespectful attitude" as an example of a lesson for one of her student & I decided that standing there & being belittled wasn't worth it

[blue-eyed-giant]

there literally is a huge difference between a 70 years old economics teacher who has been teaching since the beginning of time and a 30 year old one who was still a student until last year and bro will that catch up to my ass during finals week

[himejoshibutch]

my mind works in peculiar ways... you definitely wont get it

[kings-highway]

Tendou periodically posing absurd questions to Ushijima in the same way you would ask a kid to cover their ears for swear words. real mad hatter energy but its 100% effective.

Semi: shit, ushijima just walked in. he's totally gonna see us setting up this prank and give us a long lecture.

Tendou: dont worry I got this

Tendou, sidling up to Ushijima: hey bestie, quick question, what species of bug would make the best baseball team if bugs were relatively as smart as humans, approximately human sized and were capable of understanding the rules of baseball?

Ushijima, eyes immediately unfocusing:

Tendou, returning to Semi: k we got like 40 minutes.

*later*

Ushijima, suddenly lifting his head: Crickets.

Tendou, who finished with his prank and has been sitting beside him for fifteen minutes studying: Oh?

Ushijima: Would you like to hear why?

Tendou: No, I'll take your word for it.

Ushijima, satisfied he has Answered the Question:

Goshiki, screaming as a bucket of paint falls on him:

[blackenedsnow]

if you want requests, may i suggest something (oneshot or headcanons, whatever u prefer) w postal dude (any) finding out his partner has self-harm scars? if this topic is too heavy and u dont want to write it, thats perfectly fine

scars don’t fade

WARNING: Discussion of past self harm, healed scars

PAIRING: Postal (2) Dude x Reader

NOTE: Hello dear! This is totally fine with me. I’ve chosen to do P2 for this. I was gonna go with P1 but.. I had a change of heart I suppose. I hope this is alright!

SUMMARY: Dude isn’t the softest person, but when he notices something unusual about his partner’s arms, it sparks a rare moment of reflection.

The heat outside was oppressive, the kind of weather that made you want to crawl out of your own skin. You sat on the couch, staring at the TV but not really watching it, your mind elsewhere. The sleeves you wore felt heavy, but you couldn’t bring yourself to roll them up. Even in the privacy of your own home, there was a lingering shame that made you hide.

Dude barged in through the front door, tossing a bag of groceries onto the counter. “Place was a madhouse out there,” he muttered, running a hand through his messy hair. “I swear, people are gettin’ dumber by the day. Saw some jackass tryin’ to eat a stick of deodorant like it was a snack.”

You managed a small smile at that, shaking your head. “Sounds like a typical day in this town.”

“Yeah, no shit.” He dropped onto the couch next to you, letting out an exaggerated sigh.

After that, the afternoon had been quiet—unusually so. Dude was slouched on the couch, flicking through channels with his usual apathetic scowl. You were curled up beside him, enjoying the rare moment of peace in the chaos that tended to surround him.

It wasn’t often you got time like this, where there wasn’t some catastrophe or errand dragging him away. The air felt still, heavy with that calm-before-the-storm kind of energy, but for now, it was nice.

Your sweater had ridden up slightly as you stretched, exposing a sliver of your forearm. It was barely noticeable, but then again, Dude noticed things most people didn’t.

“Hold up.” His voice cut through the silence, sharper than you expected.

You looked over, seeing him glance down at your arm, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. For a split second, your heart dropped as you realized what he’d seen: the faint lines, the scars that you thought had long since faded into obscurity. But in this light, they were more visible than usual.

There was a long, tense pause. You shifted, instinctively tugging your sleeve down to cover them again, hoping he wouldn’t push it. But Dude wasn’t the type to just let things go.

“Didn’t know you had those,” he muttered, his tone uncharacteristically low, as if weighing his words.

You swallowed, your throat tight. “Yeah, it was a long time ago. I don’t... I don’t do that anymore.”

His eyes, not covered by sunglasses anymore, flicked up to meet yours, and for a moment, there was something different in his expression. He didn’t say anything for a while, and the silence hung between you like a question you weren’t sure you wanted to answer.

You expected him to say something flippant, maybe make a joke to lighten the mood, but instead, he just gave a slow, thoughtful nod. “Right.”

It was a simple word, but the way he said it wasn’t dismissive. It wasn’t awkward or judgmental. Just... understanding.

He shifted in his seat, running a hand through his hair, clearly trying to find his next move. Dude wasn’t exactly known for being emotionally sensitive, but it seemed like even he knew this wasn’t something to blow off with a wisecrack.

“You don’t need to explain,” he said after a while, his voice more subdued than usual. “Not to me, anyway.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his tone. “You’re... not mad?”

Dude snorted, shaking his head. “Mad? What the hell would I be mad about? People deal with their shit in different ways. I’m not here to lecture you.”

That almost made you laugh—him, of all people, saying that. But there was something about the way he said it that soothed the knot of anxiety tightening in your chest.

“Look,” he added, leaning back on the couch and rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m not exactly a poster child for healthy coping mechanisms. Hell, half the time I’m doing something stupid just to get through the day.”

You could tell he was trying to relate, in his own twisted way. Dude was a lot of things, but he wasn’t clueless. He knew what it was like to fight things in your head—he just fought them with an entirely different arsenal.

He glanced at your arm again, then back at your face. “So you don’t do it anymore, huh?”

You shook your head. “No. I stopped a while ago. I just... sometimes, things got bad, and it was the only way I knew how to handle it.”

His jaw tightened for a second, as if he didn’t like the thought of you being in that kind of pain. “Yeah, I get that.”

And surprisingly, you believed him. He wasn’t the type to dish out platitudes or empty words. If he said he understood, he meant it.

There was another long pause, and you could feel his eyes on you, watching, but not in a way that made you uncomfortable. It was more like he was trying to figure out the right thing to say next, something that wouldn’t come off as patronizing or insensitive.

Eventually, he sighed, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. “You know, scars are scars. They don’t mean you’re weak or… some shit. Just means you went through something and made it out the other side.”

You bit your lip, feeling a strange mix of relief and warmth at his words. Coming from anyone else, it might have sounded cliché, but from him, it felt raw, real.

“And hey,” he added, his tone lightening slightly, “if anyone ever gives you shit about it, I’ll make sure they don’t have a chance to say anything ever again.”

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Yeah, I’m sure you would.”

His lips quirked into a smirk, but it wasn’t his usual cocky grin. It was something softer, more genuine. “Damn right I would. You think I’m gonna let anyone mess with my partner?”

There was something comforting in the way he said it, the protective edge in his voice.

He reached out, hesitating for a split second before gently—so gently it surprised you—running his fingers along the fabric covering your arm. “This doesn’t change anything. Got it?”

You looked at him, your chest tightening with emotion, but you managed to nod. “Got it.”

Satisfied with your response, he leaned back again, his usual nonchalance returning. “Good. Now, let’s get back to not doing shit. I don’t feel like dealing with the world today.”

You smiled, grateful for the way he effortlessly shifted back to normal, taking the weight of the moment and making it easier to carry. Dude wasn’t perfect, but he knew how to remind you that, in his world, you were more than enough—scars and all.

[magewritesstories]

obsessed w ur gilmore girls EVERYTHING, would love some more logan whenever ur feeling up to it 💖 (even tho im a jess girlie at heart)

[ ʟᴏɢᴀɴ ʜᴜɴᴛᴢʙᴇʀɢᴇʀ ] ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴀꜱꜱɪɢɴᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ

summary: logan is in your business economics class and he absolutly does not work in class—except when you're involved of course ;) TW: none note: i'm also a jess girlie at heart, but im definitly team logan when it comes to rory lol, also i dont know what this is but i hope you enjoy it anyway.

♣ you're pretty much the only reason he even attends this class ♣ he just sits in the back and watches with interest as you participate in class discussions. ♣ if Finn and Colin notice how his seat keeps getting closer to yours every lecture they dont comment on it ♣ speaking of Finn and Colin—they're both little shits (affectionate) ♣ the kind of guys to ask you the most stupid questions, and when you ask them why they even took this class they just shrug and reply, "it sounded fun." ♣ like what about business ec sounded fun to you?? ♣ (in reality they just followed logan)

♣ when the blessed day finally arrives and you ask him if he wants to work on the group assignment together he's over the moon ♣ (he has selective observation skill and ignores the fact that the only reason you asked him was because him, colin and finn basically had you surrounded in terms of seats) ♣ he obviously agrees and you exchange numbers to meet up and work on the project

♣ now, lets get one thing straight, logan does not work ♣ if there is anyway this man can slack off and get a passing grade without doing anything he will do it ♣ but now its you and there's no way he's making a bad impression by makign you do all the work (he will tell colin and finn to make up some stupid excuse to not be there (they have an entire book on them))

♣ you get a consecutive one hour of working in before he suggests that the two of you go get coffee (more than you expected honstly) ♣ he lets you order, pretends to point to something very interesting outside and pays for the food ♣ he also has the most satisfied smirk on his face as you tell him you're gonna pay him back ♣ "suureeee~" ♣ he also memorizes the drink you'd ordered and shows up to the lecture ten mintues before time just to give it to you and make small talk before the professor starts droning on about whatever's on the agenda that day

♣ once the assignement is finished (you and logan did most of the work) you expect to go back to sitting next to him in class for half the lecture and him leaving once he's bored ♣ like it was before ♣ and that does happen. sort of. ♣ except now everytime he leaves, logan sends you a message that afternoon asking for the notes on the lectures (he just wants an excuse to draw you out of your dorm to the nearby coffee stand)

♣ eventually, after he's spent an entire month making up the most ridiculous excuses for meeting up with you ♣ claimed he didn't understand a paragraph once—he was talking about a paragraph of his human recources class (this boy has no clue which book belongs to which subject) ♣ anyway, after a month of ridiculoussness that kinda makes you smile he's succesfully become a part of your everyday life. one day he's bringing you coffee, another he's asking you to meet up with him in the library to study ♣ so now that that part of his plan is successfull he finally asks you out.

♣ when you just smile and say yes, rolling you eyes as you tell him 'it was about damn time' he thinks he's fallen in love with you just a little more.

[crushedsweets]

i feel like,,, possibly,,, lulu and jack would get along splendidly

i totally see it. i talk under the cut !

so, again, in my au lulu was killed in a hazing. she was buried in the slender forest, and some demonic entity brought her back, taking her eyes as payment. (still debating on if its zalgo still)

she found herself hanging around the abandoned hospital because thats where fog was, and thats the only place she could 'see'. if she feels the fog, she can feel where all the other particles are at, therefore making out shapes etc etc.

some days the fog reels back, and usually ann will keep her around, or the proxies will find her and scare her back where she's supposed to be. but eventually, they were busy, she got lost and kept walking and walking and walking and bumped into jack

jack died in a sacrifice after joining a university 'club'. his eyes were taken from him as part of the ritual. he sees through echolocation and thermal vision(?).

they'd kinda awkwardly talk and he can just Tell that lulu is one of the new cryptids the proxies keep in like guard dogs, something something demonic 6th sense , and it'd kinda take them both a minute to realize theyre both blind(mostly)

lulu is in a CONSTANT daze, all the fucking time she is in a fucking fog (get it..) . her last few weeks alive were spent drunk, barely managing to get to her lectures and absolutely not understanding shit, so she spends a good bit of time just thinking shes supposed to be in class. she's very fucking lost . and it breaks jacks heart

jack probably sees himself in lulu a lot, since they have oddly similar 'origin stories' in this au, and he'd gently guide her back to the hospital (once figuring out where she's supposed to be)

after finding out who she is, i could see him trying to go visit her more often. anns weird but she's not really attached to lulus hip so she's not always bugging them. there have been times where jack would bring his little radio and tapes and play audio books for her. lulus not really an academic person, she was only in university to appease her parents, but it's pleasant. she eventually gets him to start bringing other things, like music and clay and stuff.

i could see them getting close enough(or jack getting fond enough) to ask the proxies if lulu can visit his cabin, rather than the other way. toby and kate dont care, brians iffy, and tim is very against it (cuz lulu is a little unpredictable) . so soemtimes toby will bring lulu(for "supervision" lmfao) and they'll just kinda hang out. she doesnt need to eat but jack would make some food and it'd be nice

[logz027]

The Night That Changed Everything Pt 3

(MINI RECAP)"What the fuck is going on in here!" Maria yelled as she barges in seeing Dina bent over the couch with you still inside her....

Startled by Marias sudden intrusion, Dinas eyes widen in shock, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she realises the compromising position she's in. "M-Maria! Oh god, I..." Dina stammers, struggling to sit up and cover herself with her hands, still disheveled and panting from her intense orgasm. "Shit! We didn't expect anyone to.." Dina trails off, unable to meet Maria's gaze as she feels your softening cock slip out of her. followed by a trickle of their combined fluids. "God, fucking teenagers." Maria says as she slams the door. "Im going to have to tell joel about this." She yelled out to them. Dina covers her face with her hands, completely mortified by the prospect of joel finding out about her illicit encounter with you. AKA His god damn son."No,Please.Maria! Not joel!" she begs maria with fearful eyes begging silently for discretion. "We were just... caught up in the moment. It won't happen again we swear." Dina says glancing nervously over at you, who is currently rushing/struggling to get your pants on. your face a mask of guilt and embarrassment. "Please dont tell dad maria. We really are sorry." You plead. You guys hear marias footsteps recede down the hall. Dina leans into you and whispers urgently into your ear, "Y/N, we have to quickly get cleaned up and dressed. If Maria tells joel, he'll never let either of us live this down. We'll never hear the end of it." She says as you teo start frantically gathering your scattered clothes, you both shaking as you try to compose yourselves. "God dads gonna absolutely lecture the fuck out of us." You say putting your boxes back on. Dina nods solemnly, slipping on her panties and bra while keeping an eye on the door. "I know, its going to be a nightmare"

Dina follows you out of the room, you both taking a moment to collect yourselves before rejoining the rest of the party. Sarah (your older sister/joel's daughter) spots you two walking out of a room together both looking insanely guilty. "Where the hell were you guys? oh my god... haha you two totally fucked didnt you?!" she smirked at you guys as she ran over to you. You and Dina both blush furiously, your eyes darting around the room as they both try to avoid drawing attention to themselves. Sarah couldn't wipe the smug look off her face still in disbelief that her friend and her brother finally hooked up. "about time." whispered sarah to herself. "shut up. Nothing happened, ok." you blush at your sister trying to act like you weren't lying but doing an awful job at it. "Oh bullshit! you two totally fucked. Its written all over your faces." Sarah laughs as she looks down at your unone fly smirking, "You also left some uh evidence little bro," She laughs as she walks away. You look down embarrassed and zip it up trying to act like nothing happened. 

As the party quiets down and everyone is starting to clear out, you and Dina are making  your way back to your house when you both suddenly see joel sitting on the porch. "Y/N, DINA A WORD PLEASE!." he yells out. You swallow hard, your hearts racing at the sight of joel's stern expression. "Whats up dad? We were uh just heading home..." you say as both you and DIna try to play it cool. Joel just shook his head. "cut the act you two. Maria told me everything." Dina just looks at you  then back at joel, feeling the weight of their predicament settle heavily upon her shoulders. "please joel, you have to understand... we were just swept up in the heat of the moment ok. we both just a few to many to drinks and things just got a bit out of control..." Dina blurts out. She bites her lip, bracing herself for the consequences. You hold your breath, praying that your dad will show some mercy and understanding. Joel just lets out a sigh as he rubs his temple. "Calm down im not mad i just... *sighs again* please just be careful ok. I get you guys are that age now and there's not much i can do about it. Just please be safe about it." You both let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you dad, we promise we'll be more mindful in the future." Dina says grateful for his understanding. You just smile weakly and awkwardly embarrassed that 1 you got caught and 2 . the fact that your having this conversation with your dad of all people. "Well you guys better go and shower you guys reek of sex and booze." Joel jokes trying to lighten the mood. You two just laugh awkwardly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement at joel's blunt comment. "Yeahhh, uh probably a good idea." you say scratching the back of your head nervously glancing over to Dina, who is chuckling, the tension in the air beginning to melt away. "Ok well good night dad." you say as you both start to walk off towards your house. "well that went better than expected." Dina whispered to you a bit shocked. "Yeah, i thought for sure dad would be furious." You giggle also still in a bit of shock. 

As you guys reach the house unlocking the door, Dina cant help but smile up at you feeling a renewed sense of closeness and affection towards you. You lead her inside, both eager to wash away the remnants of their passion and start fresh, well at least until the next time temptation gets the better of them. You head to the bathroom starting the shower and getting in. Dina strips off her clothes and hops in with you, sighing contently as the warm water cascades over her skin. "Mmm, perfect." Dina says as she reaches for the shampoo, massaging it into her hair as she watches you. "So, how long do you reckon this...*points between you and her* will stay between just us?" "Ha the whole town probably already knows, thanks to my sister and her big mouth." you laugh. Dina jokingly groans while running her fingers through her wet hair in exasperation. "yeah, you're probably right. Sarah cant keep a secret to save her life." Dina says laughing softly, shaking her head as she hops out of the shower, reaching for a towel to dry off. "Although, maybe we could use this as an opportunity to... clarify things maybe? you know between us." She continues as she wraps the towel around her body, looking at you with a hint of vulnerability and longing. "I don't want any misunderstandings or regrets. I care about you Y/N. Probably more than i should." Dina says. She bites her lip, nervously waiting for your response as she dries off and starts getting dressed in  your clothes that you got out for her. "As do I Dina, I've been feeling this way for a while now." you say as you finish washing the sex of your body. Dina just smiles warmly, feeling a surge of happiness and comfort at your admission. "Oh Y/N, I'm so glad were on the same page. *kisses him on the lips* Because, well honestly i don't think i could handle it if you didn't feel the same way." She smiles wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing her cheek against your damp chest. Nuzzling inro him, inhaling the scent of the soap and musk, letting it ground her after the whirlwind of emotions and physical intimacy you'd both experienced tonight. "Soo.. what do you say dina, want to be my girlfriend?" you ask looking down at her as she looks up at you with her eyes sparkling with affection and love. "Sounds good to me" Dina says giving you another kiss. 

You guys get changed and ready for bed. As you pull on the covers dina snuggles up to you yawning, "goodnight Y/N thanks for a great night." "Any time." you say kissing her on the forehead. 

A COUPLE HOURS LATER

Joel slightly opens the door to check on you and just quietly smiles to himself leaning on the door frame as he sees you with dina cuddled up into your side with your chin resting on her shoulder. He just stands there for a little while thinking about how fast you guys have grown up and reminiscing the good old days when you two were little kids. "goodnight kiddos." he whispers smiling to himself as he closes the door behind him heading of to his bed for the night. 

TO BE CONTINUED....