#nerds ...

[the-archivists-glasses]

But I have promises to keep

And miles to go before I sleep

And miles to go before I sleep

GUESS WHAT GUYS this bastard is starting Malevolent and liveblogging it so sit back and watch me lose my mind over fictional podcast gays

[marlynnofmany]

In the interest of not derailing this already-long-and-awesome thread, here are some more details! (Paging @sparrows-corner and any other interested parties.)

So in my first semester of college, I took an Intro to Psychology class. I didn't expect anything special; it was just one of those general education courses that everybody was supposed to take at some point. But it turned out amazing.

What the general public didn't know at that point was someone in the college administration had screwed up and forgotten to assign a teacher to this class. Until a week before class. When several students emailed to ask why that detail was missing in the online listing.

The administration panicked, scrambled for someone-anyone-omg-who-can-drop-everything-and-teach-this-class. They called recently-graduated owners of Masters Degrees in teaching.

They found Sandy.

She was qualified and available, and much older than the average recent grad, with the confidence to go with it. This was still a daunting task, though, and she agreed on one condition: that she team-teach the class with a friend of hers who was still working on finishing his degree.

Having no other choice and seeing no real problem with this, the administration agreed. And thus was born the most glorious educational comedy act in my entire academic career. The two of them were a delight. They knew all the stuff they needed to teach, and they knew a great deal more, and they delivered lectures in a way that had everyone paying eager attention. It was great.

This friend, by the way, was awesome in his own right. While Sandy was a curly-haired white lady around middle age, Wayne was a black guy who (1) dressed in impeccable suits and (2) had cerebral palsy.

I think a lot of 18-year-old minds were quietly enlightened about a few things just from watching these two banter back and forth, one with joints more wobbly than the other. Wayne told a memorable anecdote at one point about stopping by a grocery store in sweat pants instead of his usual classy wear. The cashier asked some gentle question about what he spent his time on, assuming that he had some sort of carer following him around. The expression on her face when he told her that he taught college was one I'll never forget, and I didn't even see it.

Anyways, at the end of this semester, the two teachers asked a few of us smart kids if we wanted to be TAs (teaching assistants) for the next semester. Since most of us had already become friends during the make-a-group-and-discuss-things portions of the class, this sounded like a party that would look good on our records later. And it really was.

I TA'd for that class a few times in a row, with my buddies and the two very cool teachers. We met up outside of class for holiday parties and everything.

And, since this was during the time the Lord of the Rings trilogy was first coming out in theaters, we all dressed up in costume and went to an early screening together.

Wayne drove. His handicap placard meant we got to park at the front, which was pretty awesome.

Now, I'd met people before who knew more LotR lore than I did, but they all paled in comparison to Sandy. As I said in the notes on that other post, she shared some stories of her youth with us. When she was fourteen, she ran away to join a hippie commune. She already knew fluent elvish, and she used that to help the commune's drug-runners stay out of the clutches of the cops, by translating their drug notes into a language the cops couldn't read. With a start like that, it was unsurprising that she still knew elvish now, along with all sorts of fascinating deep lore.

She had a limited edition book that looked shockingly expensive. She made beeswax candles for all the TAs as holiday gifts, with our names written on them in elvish. I still have mine somewhere.

I haven't heard from any of these lovely people in a long time, since college moves on and so does life, but I will treasure those memories forever. I hope Sandy and Wayne and the others are doing well. They deserve the best.

[melimausl]

I love nerdy losers

[livelaughlaney]

my 1 weakness

[feelslikesugarinme777]

[random-cockroach]

*slams the door open, walks in and stands in a clown suit* Bunch of doodles... mostly Rung... I mean... why not ahah

[yourloveaton]

“We’ve got this!”

“It’s us nerds against the impossible right?”

“Yeah, always.”

Err idk how this happened but I had to sketch the silly idea I’m sorry if the dialogue is bad HAHSJD I tried to think of a good one TT

I really like their dynamic as very good friends sm, I hope I can portray it well in the au as I develop it ! If it goes well, I’ll make a tag belonging to the au and hahaha if it goes way better than that too, I might do bigger projects for it :D

Though for now, I’ll probably sketch around each characters design and all that hahaha

[wxxpingangxls]

be my baby

guys this is NOT proofread so please bare with me :((

turns out you'd have to wait to see if he could lay it down after all, because armin was not laying it down that night. it was like as soon as he finished eating you out, he switched from freaky nerd to just...nerd.

and now you were upset, like so upset.

you met armin at a campus party, and you had yet to find a roommate compatible for your needs. the dorms needs of course. you found him sitting there on the sofa instead of socialising. typical. anyway, he needed a place to stay, and you needed a roommate, it was a match made in heaven.

he was quiet at first, which was nice, you didn't mind it. but as the months went by, you found out that he had a lot of other assets.

he was funny, witty and well, smart.

but there were a few things that you definitely didn't know and that was how perverse armin was.

oh yes, remember how i mentioned him to be like a typical nerd? think robbie from victorious, or rory from my baby sitters a vampire. pathetic, whiny, little to no female touch. it was cute yes, duh, but you know sometimes it was exhausting.

it wasn't until armin came home one day, after going out, to show you his new accessory. a tongue piercing.

let's just say it started to make sense why you liked all the men you did as a little girl. i mean, seeing that new piercing made you feel things, think about all things you'd do to him. remember how i said sometimes you thought about sitting on his face?

look whose the perverted one now...

anyway, you should've known that armin had some fuck ass tricks up his sleeve.

i mean, you never would've expected that he could suck the soul of out your pussy. that didn't mean that whenever he was rambling on, you weren't staring at his long fingers. long and slender.

"we need to talk," you were stern.

"what about? did you miss another assignment? you need me to write you another essay?"

"no? tf? we need to talk about the other night,"

his face was flushed completely and he started fiddling with his fingers again. it was cute, watching him get so easily flustered. you walked closer, bringing a hand to his cheek. you rubbed his cheek, once, twice, just to calm him down. "...are you mad at me?" he whined.

"what? no, of course not," you huffed. at this point, armin wasn't looking at your face anymore. with those perked up nipples piercing through your tank top how could he? i mean seriously? the minute he saw you staggering towards him at the party he knew he couldn't let you go so easy. his mouth started to practically water, as he imagined suckling on your tart nipples, with another hand down your panties.

"hello? the lights are on but no ones home, are you okay?" armin's ears immediately perked up as he started sputtering some bullshit excuse.

"yeah yeah yeah, whatever i don't care, i just wanna know what else you can do," you grinned slyly.

"what?"

"you heard me," you giggled.

see, while armin was perverse, he wouldn't do anything immoral - to some extent of course. and he definately didn't masterbate to you behind you back. ahaha. but either way, for him this was a dream come true. like, when was the last time we've seen a nerd and a pretty girl? as i said, dream come true.

for both of you in fact.

like i said, match made in heaven.

that's all you could think about as armin's tongue wrapped itself around your nipple, slobbering all over your boob. his left hand was squeezing that boob almost as if he were a breast feeding baby. and as for his right hand? yeah, it was in your panties teasing at your clit. your hushed moans egged him on further as his teeth grazed your sensitive bud.

your boobs felt like water balloons filled with warm water in his cold hands. "armin, you're so good to me," you whispered as his fingers lowered towards your slick hole, before nudging themselves in. he could feel you squeeze around his fingers as he curled them upwards whilst simultaneously playing with your tits.

boy, was he greedy.

his thumb swirled at your clit as his fingers searched for your g-spot. you found yourself bucking your hips once again for more of that much needed friction. armin groaned into your chest as he kept cooing you towards your orgasm. he wanted you to soak his fingers with your juices so that he could suck them off. his mouth started to water even more just thinking about it. it was like some sort of craving he had. to feel you, to hear you and see you. it made him feel sooooo good. too good.

"armin, i'm so close," your trembling voice wavered as he gleamed. he found that spot that'll make you cream and scream.

chants of his name echoed throughout the room alongside with the squelching of your cunt. a part of you would be ashamed and embarrassed, but how could you when you were distracted. "fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk," you squealed as he kept going at your g-spot, never once stopping. you figured all the nights he stayed up hand-writing notes from class, made his hand so strong.

his slender fingers kept playing at your cunt as he moved his face up towards your own. you took the initiative - because for some reason men can't - and gave him a sloppy kiss. your pussy convulsed around his fingers, almost as if they were trying to push him out.

he finally pulled them out before bringing them up to his filthy mouth and swirling his pierced tongue around each individual digit.

"you ever had your dick sucked before?" you teased breathlessly as armin flushed.

"n...no?"

"wanna try it out?"

he looked up at you from his glasses, "i like your tits," he smiled foolishly. that's when you realised that he was not listening to a word you said. either way, he was gonna get his dick wet tonight.

[somenerdthing]

[champagnecoastcigs]

[vodkartoons]

conspiracy theories...

saw some pic on pinterest and just had to drag myself out of artist block lmao

[fantastictalesofadventure]

𝘚𝘩𝘩𝘩𝘩𝘩𝘩𝘩𝘩...𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳!

[regular-clown]

Greetings, I am back🤓☝️☝️☝️ and I am here to bless upon my creations once again behold eltingville club art

[feelslikesugarinme777]

I NEEEEED SOMEONE LIKE THIS PLEASE

[random-cockroach]

*sighs shyly* I wanted to doodle skittles group but ended up headcanoning them in ponyo au too

Nightbeat could have just stuck to underwater explorers group, one of which is Nautica. They are located very far from any islands and mostly live on boat so when flood happens they get thrown even further in the sea where mostly located only wild merfolks and where from all the danger comes Rung is a deep-sea fish that looks like wild mer but actually pretty much intellectual and was in the deep for so long that missed when the whole underworld evolved and their language changed. And no one knows what he is. He is "ugly/scary" and absolutely blind on the surface, and looks pretty only in the dark XDD Velocity could be one of the biggest mers, otherwise she wouldn't have survived in the sea since she was unlucky to develop intelligence in that wild survival circle not even knowing that there is a mercity somewhere far