#this is the stuff I LIKE this is the stuff I’ve actually STUDIED

[bebanie]

NOTES OF VANILLA

bimbo!gf x nerdy!matt

warnings. reader has a name sorry

The soft glow of candlelight filled the room, casting flickering shadows on the light pink walls adorned with posters and cute little vintage Knick knacks. The warm vanilla scent wrapped around everything, making the space feel cozy and inviting. In the center, a bed cluttered with textbooks and notes was the scene of the evening’s endeavor.

“Okay baby, let’s tackle this homework together!” Jazmyn said, her soft curls bouncing as she sat across from him, a bright smile on her face.

Matt adjusted his glasses, an amused expression crossing his features. “You know I appreciate the help, right? I know math isn’t really your—strength so, don’t fret too much.”

she waved her hand dismissively. “Pfft, I can totally do this!” She picked up a her glitter gel pen and leaned over to look at the math problems, her focus intense and determined. “Alright, what’s the first one?”

He leaned closer, watching her scribble notes. “It’s simple fractions.”

“Got it” She wrote down something that made no sense. “Okay, so if I take this number and multiply it by… um, that other number…”

Matt stifled a laugh. “That’s… not how it works jaz. You need to combine like terms first.”

she paused, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Oh! Like when I combined my pink and white outfits for the party last week? That was genius!”

He chuckled. “Yes exactly like that.”

She nodded, her brow furrowing in concentration. “So, if I have x squared and I want to—”

“Actually, let’a uh—” Matt interrupted gently, his heart swelling with affection at her effort. “Let’s try a different problem?”

“Okay, yeah we can do that!” she chirped, clearly oblivious to her earlier missteps.

As the evening wore on, Jazmyn continued to misinterpret the concepts, but she still remained cheerful. “See, I’m getting it!” she exclaimed, gesturing to her notes. “I mean, I totally solved it, right?”

He glanced at her paper, a jumbled mess of numbers and symbols, her enthusiasm making him fall all over again. “Perfect”

She beamed, her confidence soaring. “I knew you’d love it! I think I should totally be a math tutor next, I mean I’ve got this whole math thing down pretty good”

“Maybe” he replied, unable to hide his smile. “You have a knack for the creative stuff, though.”

“Exactly!” she declared. “Who needs boring equations when you can make everything a masterpiece?” she said shoving her pretty notes in Matt’s direction

He leaned back, admiring her passion. “You’re right about that. I love how you see the world.”

she blushed, her cheeks tinged with pink. “Really? Ya’ mean it?”

“Absolutely. You make everything more fun.” He took a moment, then added, “And I’d be lost without you, even in math.”

She laughed, leaning her head on her palm. “So, I’m like your secret weapon?”

“mhm” he said pulling her in by her waist and pecking her cheek repeatedly

She giggled, her eyes sparkling. “I’ll take that! can we go get burgers now? This studying is making me so hungry.”

“Sure, food sounds perfect,” Matt said, smiling as he gathered up his books. “Don’t tell Chris but this is the most fun I think I’ve ever had studying”

“Ugh, my life is complete” she said pretending to faint

As they headed toward the door, the candles flickering behind them, Jazmyn glanced back and asked, “So, how about we do this math thing again tomorrow? I’ll totally crush it next time!”

Matt grinned, knowing that, despite the confusion, she was no quitter. “Deal.”

“Yay best plan ever!” she replied, laughter echoing as they left her apartment

[ropes3amthoughts]

Playing with my toys

Closeups and rambles and stuff under cut

I’ve been wanting to draw this as them for a while lmao. I imagine Kabru asks very politely and they get the meal remade with no pickles and they get a discount because of the mistake.

While Toshiro is studying the bug, Kabru is studying Toshiro like a bug.

I thought it would be funny if their moms who aren’t actually their moms aka the women who raised them met up. I imagine things would be awkward at first because of racial differences and stuff but then they both started gushing over their boys and they end up getting along really well. They start sharing a countless number of embarrassing stories. Kabru and Toshiro are horrified with this development.

I made this because Toshiro sits all neat and proper on his knees and stuff but Kabru sits so crazy 😭 like have you seen him sitting down? He’s got his legs going in different directions and stuff and he’ll be partly criss crossed and partly straight legs like he’s a mess 😭

Marcille is so nosy about everybody’s love lives. Also I thought it would be silly if Toshiro sent him corny romantic letters that are all like: “I miss you everyday. I cannot wait until we’re reunited again.”

Toshiro always gets so flustered over like nothing so I tried to draw him like that. I tried to make his hair puff out like a startled cat but it didn’t work that well.

I didn’t feel like doodling anything else but I like having exactly ten images so here’s three random images of the two of them from the manga:

Thinking about Toshiro “I hate conflicts” Nakamoto confronting Kabru about being shady with his motivations regarding the Canaries. I can’t think of any analyzing words rn my brain is all gloopy but I am thinking about that. I’m thinking about them.

Anyways thanks for looking at my stuff 👍

[lerildeal]

Just some fish

[the-golden-dragoness]

Does anyone know how to maneuver a relationship where they are interested in dating you but you were fine being old school acquaintances who don’t speak to each other

[gaytobymeres]

I used to be consistently embarrassed by anything I made/wrote but now I can reread my fic like ‘oh this is alright actually’ and I like looking at the photos I’ve taken and I like rereading some of my academic writing and yeah maybe it’s not amazing but I can recognise that it is good and I have improved at various things. Which is nice.

[no1ryomafan]

The urge to do a breakdown of arma and new ryoma specifically to try to understand why new ryoma is not at all acknowledged compared to arma despite new having far more screen time and being explored as a character then arma is so strong even though the answer boils down to two things: “art style preference” and “no one cares about ryoma as a actual nuance character” but both of those points makes me so mad💀

[akkivee]

i saw some tweet that commented streaming is a really good method of body doubling and it singlehandedly made me seriously consider becoming a streamer check out my tuber persona (final design pending lol) she's an oni who think she's hip LMAO

[typingbunny]

Babe the real question is why are YOU once again wearing sunglasses so late at night huh??!

[smol-blue-bird]

Greek mythology retellings that I like:

We updated this myth for a modern setting while keeping most of the story and major elements of the mythology intact

We made a story loosely based on or inspired by an old Greek myth, and we’re upfront about that

Greek mythology retellings that I don’t mind:

This is an adaptation for laypeople who have little familiarity with the subject matter, so we simplified some things out of necessity

This is an adaptation for children, so we kept it age-appropriate and handled the sexual/gory material in a non-explicit way

This is a ten-minute YouTube video that can’t possibly explain every tiny detail about this extremely complex topic, so we’re gonna stick to the basics

Greek mythology retellings that I loathe with every fiber of my being:

This is the Secret True Version of the original myth that historians have been hiding out of malice, and if anyone tells you otherwise they’re a liar who’s shilling for Big Archeology

The original myth was Wrong and Problematic and you’re Bad if you enjoyed learning about it, but don’t worry, I rewrote it to make it Good

I hate history, I hate reading, I hate the classics, and I especially hate ancient Greece. I did zero research whatsoever for this project and I have no respect for the source material or the field in general, and I’m very proud of that

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

I have this tea cup I made in highschool (it’s really cute and was designed more like those Japanese ones without a handle than it was those fancy English style with even more elements to them) but I never actually asked if the glaze we used was food safe (we all used the same glaze on those cups specifically because the teacher glazed those ones in particular and I don’t remember checking. I glazed and painted every other project but only one of them was something you would use for food and that thing broke a few years ago and was honestly more decorative) and this has haunted me ever since. It’s a super cute cup and I adore it, but I have no idea if I can use it for its intended purpose and while I could buy a lead testing kit I’m not sure how I would check for anything else that might have been in that glaze. I know the color used but not the brand, so that’s not really a help either. The teacher I had left the district after that year because our school district paid art teachers a shit wage and we rotated through them like elementary school kids needing new shoes every year. I’m not entirely sure how I would contact her, but even if I did track her down (something not entirely impossible from what I know about her life outside of teaching us for a year, I would feel slightly weird about it though, even though she was my favorite art teacher) but I highly doubt she would remember something like the glaze she used on one project her students made at a school she taught at for one year. I’m not sure what other testing kits I would need besides lead to confidently say it’s safe enough for my personal use, and it’s annoyed me for several years now.

[exopelagic]

sudden realisation that the thing holding my art back is that I never had an anime phase

[your-local-granny]

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[good-night-space-kid]

The final I’ve been super worried about turned out to be not that bad. I think I got around a 70% maybe a bit less but considering I thought I was going to fail I will take that

[gaylotusthatexists]

trying. to study for exam tomorrow but my room neighbour is talking very loudly and i know it’s entirely unreasonable to expect people to never talk ever but. i cannot focus on shit.

[peapod20001]

Just finished my 2 hour A&P test ✌️ 😩

[faithfromanewperspective]

the thing is, when I think about graduating from my degree in 18 months time, I think of the relief of finishing high school that we felt when we realised we’d never have to do some of those subjects again. don’t get me wrong, I love what I’m studying, but the endless pile of tasks and assignments and new information I’m bombarded with and everything being on my computer and in my notebooks and doing nothing with my hands—that I could do without. at work I always struggled with the fact that I don’t have an end date—there was no end of semester when all my assignments were done, it was just another task on top of another task and up to me to manage how I fit them into my schedule and they’d often roll over the summer break too—there was no big celebration when each task was done, and I need to celebrate the satisfaction. I also need to see a time on the horizon when all of the things taking up my mental load are finished, and in an office job, you don’t have that. but with a university degree, you do.

I’ve come to realise that maybe I’m good at thinking and solving problems and shit but when it comes to basic tasks, maybe I just cant do them and maybe that’s okay. sure, there are more medications and I can work through my traumas that distract me all day when I don’t feel the drive of purpose and the promise of relief from at least one of my burdens more than I have—but in the end, it’s going to be years and years of struggling for something I may never be good at and there is no obligation associated with sunk cost. I’ve done all the studying I need to to start up a not for profit and I’ll probably work a few contract gigs in the industries I’m trained in but damn it I need an end date in every job that I work for anyone so I can know I won’t feel like this forever.

this is why any kind of non white collar job is so enthralling to me. anything that’s about helping people and you get to see the reward when it’s done and you have a happy client and money in your pocket that I can see and actually associate with the job that got done. it’s like doing the laundry, in theory at least. I know people are going to judge me. I know my universities are going to be disappointed in me. but I can make my degrees useful in my not for profit and I can also choose a life for myself that’s simpler on my brain—which is always going to be hyperactive and laser driven on altruistic causes to the point of neglecting anything else. and you know what? if I can earn money at all that’s a win. if this is what it takes to design sustainable cities properly—and I can simply reach out to people working in industries I’m training for rather than working for them forever too—while having a perspective that no one else does because who the fuck does a trade after a master’s degree—then maybe I’ve found the gap in the market or whatever you want to call it. if I have to be cold and emotionless in a job, at least I can do something where I’m in contact with the people living in communities and sustain myself off making them feel better. at least I won’t have to rein in my active hands as well as my sidetracked mind. at least maybe I can see new places every day. maybe there’s a life for me where it’s better than the suffering of the manic grind I’ve put myself through for almost two decades.