#learning commons

[frondere]

How goes, moth!

I LIVE!!!! LC Chapter is being edited....with a small oneshot/au fic I am providing you all that takes place between chappies 19-22<3 Here's a snippet 4 u!!

He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, tangled up in each other on the couch, but he didn’t care. Every time Fidds moaned, soft and throaty, it hit Stan like a damn lightning bolt. 

That’s going in the spank bank. Real or not.

Stan shifted, his body moving almost of its own accord, grinding against Fidds. The friction made them both groan, and God, he wanted more. His lips trailed down to Fiddleford’s jaw, then his neck, tasting salt and warmth, the earthy scent of Fidds’ cologne mixed with something sharper—oil or grease, maybe—but it worked. All of it worked.

“Fidds,” he rasped, and his voice sounded wrecked even to himself.

“Hmm?” Fiddleford hummed, his hands still buried in Stan’s hair, holding him close.

“I...” Stan swallowed, glancing down, then back up. His fingers trembled as they traced the hem of Fidds’ shirt, but his mind had already decided. Stan pulled back, reluctant but determined, lowering himself to lie between Fiddleford’s legs. His own legs dangled off the armrest of the couch as he settled into place.

Fiddleford tilted his head, watching Stan with curious amusement. The slight quirk of his eyebrow said everything: Go on.

Thank God for sweatpants, Stan thought, his hands sliding along Fidds’ thighs to the waistband. It made everything easier. The fabric gave way quickly, and Fidds’ cock sprang free, already hard, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. Stan’s breath hitched. Holy shit.

He swore he wasn’t one to beg, but right now, he was tempted to get on his knees and start pleading.

Stan licked his lips before looking back up. “Can I….is this okay?” Dream or not, he still had some manners.

Fiddleford snorted, a breathless laugh that only made him look hotter.  “Stanley, you’re sittin’ there lookin’ like a dog starin’ at a steak, and you’re askin’ me if I’m the one fine?”

[intothestacks]

Ah, yes, those two totally connected professions... librarian and nutrition coordinator.

I was looking up alternate names for "librarian" to make a post about different names for the profession and...

[rooniearts]

guy who cant stop picking off of his friends' plates vs food aggression incarnate

[herenvibing]

a minor headcanon that I will die defending is that reigen initially assumed that mob’s supposed “psychic powers” were just how he rationalized his autism to himself. like here’s an obviously autistic kid, one reigen clocks immediately because he’s, well, reigen, and he’s talking about extra sensory perception and having powers he can’t control, powers that are scary. obviously, he assumes, this is something the kid picked up from his parents, a way for him to rationalize his alienation from other children— that no, you’re not “different”, you’re special (not even going into the parents who think their autistic children are like, aliens) and the other kids can see that you’re special and so they treat you like you’re weird and creepy and they don’t invite you to play and they whisper behind your back but it’s fine, because one day they’ll see how special you really are. and adult autistic reigen arataka, who was also probably-definitely bullied as a child, decides to nip that thought in the bud and gives the whole spiel, that no, “psychic powers” (autism) don’t make you special, and yes, they do make you different, and that’s fine because everyone’s different, and at the end of the day you have agency and you get to decide the kind of person you’ll be, so choose to be a kind one, and he sees this kid hanging off his every word as he tells him the kind of stuff he wishes someone had told him when he was so little and alone, and he mentally pats himself on the back and hypes himself up for another cigarette.

and then the kid makes a teacup float in front of him and he’s like oh. damn. can you kill ghosts

[studywithsmorg]

[isawken]

was recently having talks about saving up for a several-week vacation with my partner and he said something that i seriously cannot stop thinking about and i need to Ask The Audience

this is not cumulative, you must have spent over 14 calendar days outside of your hometown in one stretch to be able to hit Yes

i’ve never asked for this before but if you could rb for reach that’d be cool, this is a straight up potential worldview-shattering revelation right here and i need data if im gonna shatter my dang worldview

[catshinji]

hmm.

[oobbbear]

I want to post this here too because I’ve seen it happen a few times

Please understand that there are cultural differences and language differences, if you see this happening let the person clarify what they meant, that person might just not be familiar with words the western side of the internet use

[technically-human]

An oh moment of sorts

[tweedsmuir-library]

International School Library Month

Come down to your School Library to check out our display for ISLM and for Canadian Library Month, including books and other materials on libraries, librarians, information science, literacy, and much more.

[marywoodartdept]

A Unique Class

As she prepares herself for graduation this year, double major (Arts Administration + Art History) Delayne shares about a new fall class she's excited to be taking where she'll participate in studying Marywood's Archive! #MarywoodArt #SocialJustice

As we end this first week of the Fall 2023 semester, I have to say I am the most excited I’ve ever been about my classes. It’s my last semester here at Marywood and requirements for both my majors (Arts Administration and Art History) are complete, so naturally I filled my schedule with courses I knew I’d love. The standout among my courses this semester is an English class brand new to the…

[frondere]

Happy Homo days moth

happy homo days anon I just need you to know this made me cry laugh last night, so enjoy this new LC chapter just for you<3

Chapter 27: The Vault + Bonus

Morning hit Stan like a slow burn, the weight of everything that had happened settling into his chest as he rummaged through the fridge. He wasn’t really hungry—too emotionally exhausted to bother with something solid—but he needed something. His eyes landed on a too-ripe banana and a pack of berries tucked in the back. He grabbed them, setting them on the counter beside the blender. Sleeping next to Ford last night had been….

Grounding.

That was a word Ford would probably liked to use, and yeah, it fit. Even if the nerd snored like a broken engine.

Stan peeled the banana with one hand, his other scratching at the back of his neck. The semester was creeping closer, and with it came the realization that they’d need to figure out how to break the news to Fiddleford. Not the kissing part, or the sex part. God, not that part. Just... that they were sleeping in the same bed. 

Two brothers. 

Totally normal. 

Completely platonic.  

Fidds didn’t have to know about the touching. Or the looks. Or—

He shut the fridge with his elbow and turned, pointing the fruit at Ford like it was a loaded weapon. “I’m still mad at you.”

Ford was perched on the counter, his face haggard but calm, arms crossed. He didn’t even flinch at the banana-wielding accusation. “I know.”

Stan snorted, peeling the fruit and grabbing a knife. “And we gotta figure out what to say to Fidds.” He sliced into the banana, watching Ford from the corner of his eye.

Ford sighed, nodding. “I know ,” he repeated, his voice softer this time.

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You can read the rest here :3

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Oh. you thought this was it? So silly. Enjoy a lovely one shot as well :3

Don't Let The Bed Bugs Bite (3572 words) by Frondere Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ford Pines/Stan Pines, Fiddleford H. McGucket/Stan Pines Additional Tags: Sibling Incest, Twincest, Wet Dream, What’s a guy gotta do to stop thinking about almost kissing his own brother?, Threesome - M/M/M Series: Part 2 of Learning Commons Summary: For as normal as Stan had hoped things would be over the next two weeks, he quickly realized he was wrong. Very wrong. It was almost like Ford had never met him before, like that awkward first time in the library where everything between them felt strained and distant. Ford was cold, snippy, and kept to himself. Sure, it was finals season, Stan and Fidds had practically resorted to pleading with Ford to eat—at least a bowl of cereal, for crying out loud—and Ford just kept scribbling equations on the damn windows like some kind of madman. But what really stung was how Ford seemed dismissive whenever it came to anything involving Stan directly. Any time they were one-on-one, Ford brushed him off, gave half-answers, or flat-out ignored him. It was like he was trying to avoid Stan, and it didn’t help Stan’s current state of mind. Every night, he went to sleep only to have that incident in the bathroom replay in his head. It haunted him. Worse, sometimes those dreams took a frustratingly… vivid turn, forcing him to wake up and take care of…things. Like today, for example.

[transgender-chiroptera]

YIPPEE YAHOO TRANS PEOPLE RISE UP!!!!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Ghouls night out

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[fruitlicense]

holy shit. in the scene in DDBA episode 4 where Matt is approaching Frank’s hideout, you can hear a steady beat underlying the score. Matt located Frank by his fucking heartbeat.