#tw exams

[kasplonkable]

Steven Grant x Reader: Studying Hcs

Exam season is coming up, so this is a completely self indulgent list so I can avoid studying.

First off, you know this man would be so aware of how much time you had spent studying, when the last time you ate was, whether you'd been drinking water regularly

When he first realised that you hadn't been looking after yourself well enough, he would mention it, but after seeing how defensive you got he tried a different approach

Instead of outright asking when you last ate anything, he would subtly leave snacks beside you while you were deep in concentration

Or if he notices your water bottle was empty, he would silently fill it and then put it back where it was

If you talk to him about what you're studying, he'll be so interested in how it all works

He has no idea what you're talking about, but he wants to understand, so be prepared for questions about literally everything

He looks so confused (cute) until you say one thing, and suddenly it all clicks and his face lights up

In return, you listen to him explaining things he's interested in at the moment

Not just Egypt, but also the ins and outs of environmental sustainability, or a very detailed description of different types of clouds and what they mean

"Darling, have you ever heard of a nimbostratus cloud?" "um...I don't think so. Tell me about it!!" he'll look at you with literal heart eyes before launching into a full explanation

No matter what it is, it's always lovely to see how passionate he gets about such obscure topics.

But anyway!! I think he would try and leave you alone as much as possible so as not to distract you...well, at least until he's bored

He becomes a bit like a cat

He'll wrap his arms around your shoulders, resting his head on top of yours, and ask what you're doing

*deep sigh* "what you up to now, love?"

"Studying??"

".... you mean break time???"

If you give in, it's straight to bed for a nap

He's tired, you're tired, a nap is the perfect thing

However, if you don't give in, he only gets worse

All of a sudden he's picking up pens off your desk and doodling on your notes, or he's flicking through your textbooks

Basically annoying you into walking away from your work for a bit

If you're feeling anxious, you just know he would give the best hugs

He'll have no negativity as well!! If he hears you say one self deprecating thing, he will lecture you for at least 20 minutes on how capable and smart you are

"I just don't know if I'll be able t-"

"Don't finish that sentence. I will not listen to the smartest person I know be discouraged by some silly test!"

This could literally go on for ages, so if you want to have time to study, don't say it in his earshot

That being said, he would never try to dismiss how you feel. If he could tell that you were genuinely worried, he would listen for as long as you needed to talk, and reassure you when you finally got it all off your chest

He would enjoy quizzing you on things. It becomes like a game for the two of you, every answer you get right is a point for you, and every one you get wrong is a point for him. Whoever has the most points at the end gets to pick the movie you watch later

When exams are finally over, he'll celebrate with you by taking you out to dinner (not a steak restaurant this time), and telling the waiters that it's your birthday in the hopes of getting a free dessert to share

Okay, that's it for now. This has been in my drafts for like, a week now. If you couldn't tell, I'm a little stressed out for my exams lmao, so I wont be as active in the coming weeks, but I've got a lot of things planned!! As always, feel free to request anything, and I hope you enjoyed!! :-)

[laurelwreathring]

did my irish exam today and i couldnt think of a movie to watch thats sort of in cinemas rn so i just said that me and my friends morbius

[astarnamedmary]

NAH

NAH NAH NAH THEY'RE GIVING US OUR FINALS' RESULTS BACK ON THE 25TH FUCK THAT

[nick-stuff]

The absolute trip that is not having fear of needles or not experiencing any known traumatic event involving needles but having anxiety

Like, I've never fainted or anything during taking blood for tests and when I was a kid having a shot was a very calm experience since the nurse who applied them to me was a family friend

But I need to do a blood test today and I'm feeling anxious af as if I'd faint (even though I never fainted in my life)

[zkyeline]

Just wanna draw them all getting the Flapjack tattoos :’)

Edit: now with accompanying comic!

[frenchiepal]

19.2.24 🧋 almost three hours of studying with bubble tea and snacks and a friend ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[roe-oo]

hazy

((can’t believe I missed the anniversary….😔))

[wyrmswears]

jay dump

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was taking an exam at school, except Chica from FNAF was there and if I made one wrong move she’d fucking kill me.

[aquaquadrant]

Title: flickering

Warnings: Hearing voices similar to intrusive thoughts (the voices are from sentient fire, not from the character’s own mind), pyromania, session 3 spoilers

~*~

Tango might be hearing things.

That is, beyond what the rest of his friends have already been joking about this entire session. The secret task bestowed upon him seemed like pure hilarity at first: pretend to have an imaginary friend. And he had to go all out, too, having imaginary conversations in the presence of other people. He wasn’t confident enough in his improv skills to pull it off without some kind of prop, though, so he’d assigned the role of imaginary friend to a torch in his inventory.

Torchy, a new best friend for the resident blaze hybrid on the server. Hilarious.

Except, as the hours went on… carrying Torchy around and randomly placing it down… hosting one-sided conversations with a piece of burning wood while his friends watched on with baffled amusement… it started to get a little less hilarious. Because he started to imagine that he could actually hear Torchy talking back to him.

Looks bad. Burn it. Kill him.

Just pleasant little things like that. It made for great conversation fodder; nothing turned heads on this server faster than a randomly overheard, “No, no, we can’t kill him!” And it was funny to carry on that kind of dialogue, chastising a flaming stick for its apparent bloodlust. The looks on his friends’ faces were priceless.

But at the end of the session, after Tango had been found out and failed his task, after everyone bid their farewells and went their separate ways to end the session… he hears it again; a flickering whisper of a voice in his ears.

Burn it.

It startles Tango so badly, his blaze rods ignite. “Aaagh- who? What?!” He spins around, flames spitting.

“Huh?” Skizz pokes his head up from behind their little clump of chests, his wing flared out in surprise. “What happened?”

Tango clutches his pounding heart. “Did you- did you say something, Skizz?” he asks breathlessly.

“What, just now? No?” Skizz frowns, then his eyes widen. “Oh, wait, I get it…” He chuckles. “Very funny dude, but uh, you can drop the ‘imaginary friend’ thing now.”

Burn him. Kill him.

There it is again. “No, I’m not…” Tango hesitates, glancing around warily. “You seriously can’t hear that?”

Join us. Burn it. Eat it all.

Now Skizz looks a little concerned, rising to his feet. “Uh- no? What?” He takes a few steps towards Tango, holding out a hand. “You okay, buddy?”

Tango rakes his claws through his hair. “Th- the whispering, the…” Swallowing, he creeps a bit closer to Skizz- and as he does so, he happens to move closer to a random torch. The voice gets louder.

Free us. Join us. Let it all burn.

There’s a chunk of solid ice in Tango’s stomach. “I think it’s coming from the torches,” he whispers.

Skizz stares at him for a moment before he sighs bemusedly, shaking his head. “Oh, brother. You’ve been talking to yourself all session, dude, I think you’re starting to hear things.” He claps a hand on Tango’s shoulder. “Get some rest, buddy, and I’ll see you back here next week, alright?”

Skizz doesn’t hear it. Tango makes himself laugh. “Right, yeah. You’re right. See ya.”

With a parting smile, Skizz logs off.

Tango waits. Soon enough, the voice returns. The whispering is now a chant, a dull roar echoing in his skull.

He’s gone. Burn it. Burn it all. Sets us free, let us spread. Join us. Burn it. Eat it all.

Tango’s heart is in his throat. He can see it, in his mind’s eye; the soft pink cherry blossoms engulfed in flame, a ring of smoke outlining the entire island… his inner fire thrums with want, with need.

Yes, yes, burn it all…

The smell of burning snaps him out of his trance. His clawed fingertips are pinching a cherry blossom from a low-hanging branch, a trail of smoke rising between them. Wait, when did he walk over to the tree? Quickly plucking the flower, he incinerates it in his clenched fist, the flame extinguished as soon as it’d ignited.

And now he’s got a handful of ash. Great.

Okay, that’s it- he’s gotta get off this crazy server. It’s all these stupid tasks! They’re totally messing with his head. The secrecy, the deception, the mind games- he just needs a break. He needs to go back to something familiar, some place where things make sense.

Tapping his communicator, he brings up a portal.

Tango steps through it into Hermitcraft, into blue flames and his dungeon master’s robes. He blinks, acclimating to the change of light. He’s in the underbelly of Decked Out 2, of course- most of his time this week has been spent working on the redstone for level four. And over the months, he’s taken care to light everything up (because a single creeper in the skadoodler could derail his entire operation here) so there are torches everywhere…

And he hears nothing.

Just the idle sounds of the dungeon above him. The occasional warden sniff or ravager growl, bats squeaking in the dark. A slime slapping against stone somewhere in the distance. He can even hear the ambient flickering of the countless torches around him, but no freaky voices accompany it.

Tango exhales heavily. It was just the Secret Life server messing with his head, after all. Relieved, he ignites a rocket to take off, whirling through the air in the tight hair-pin turns required to escape from the dungeon’s inner workings. He swoops into his storage room and dives into the bubble-vator, arriving swiftly back in the citadel.

Hopping off the platform and into the air, Tango glides toward his private entrance to the lobby. He needs to go cover up the barrel at the start so he can make a couple changes to the dungeon. Nothing major, maybe just an extra warden or two. Ideas for names are already flashing through his mind. Debating whether to go intimidating or silly, he’s so deep in thought as he passes through the lobby that he almost doesn’t notice it at first. But as he walks past the soul flames, he hears it.

The flicker of a familiar voice- though more haunting, now, almost mournful- whispering in his ears.

Join us. Burn them. Eat them all.

~*~

[frogb]

ur honour they are besties ………….

[kuailphobe]

Period day two 💔💔💔💔💔💔

[laurelwreathring]

that lc bio paper committed an act of war against my very soul

[nucifraga]

just spent 6 hrs memorising the basic anatomy of the ribs - SO WHICH RIBS DID JON REMOVE?? [tw anatomy]

so some facts that we know; we know he's alive because of Beholding powers, right? and also that the ribs were "something [he] won't miss" and that the second rib was a "weird one".

there are two possible interpretations of this last fact; it was covered in eyes, it was a different type of rib to the last one, or both.

PART ONE: "the weird one"

let's take this second fact to be true. this means that jon removed two separate types of ribs!!

Quick run-through - There are 12 ribs, and they're all attached to individual parts of the spinal cord. Ribs can be categorised into:

typical/atypical

true/false

bonus: 'floating' (11 & 12 only).

Naturally, it's possible that Jared got one each from either the typical/atypical or true/false categories above, but I think his specific mention of a 'weird one' that he isn't sure that he likes implies it's a floating rib.

Floating ribs are weird. They're not attached to the sternum (big bone at the front) or the costal margin (which connects ribs 7-10 at the front). They're also smaller - by quite a bit! And they would probably classify as 'non-essential' by Jon standards, for ribs. So that's one of them!

Now, which of the 4 floating ribs do I think it is? The thing about the ribs is that they have a few purposes. Like protecting other organs.

The bottom left ribs protect the liver (very very important organ!! basically all the nutrients you ingest go here! it also has like, 500 other jobs - not an exaggeration btw), and the bottom right ribs protect the spleen. Except that usually, the bones that protect the spleen, a very soft organ, are ribs 9-11.

So anyway one of the ribs is definitely rib 12 on the left.

What about the other one?

PART TWO: "something [he] won't miss"

Well, it's not ribs 11-12. It's something different.

SO, a break-down of which ribs he 'might not miss'. I can't lie, pretty much all of them are important. They all protect nerves and blood vessels & attach to at least something. Rib 12 on the left is maybe the only 'unimportant' one I could think of, and even then it helps to protect the subcostal nerve.

Ribs 1-2 are pretty important. It's almost definitely not those two. Likewise, 3-6 are important as attachments for the upper limb muscles, and also for protecting the heart. Rib 7 is kinda needed as an attachment for the rest of the costal margin as well, so the only options are 8-10, really.

But here's an interesting thing about the lungs!! Between the lungs & the diaphragm (& hence the liver, which lies right below the diaphragm), is a gap of about 2 ribs wide. It's called the costodiaphragmatic recess, and it's for your lungs to expand into when you breathe in (and they fill with air).

Depending on how far along the rib you are, it lies between ribs 8-10, ribs 6-8, or ribs 10-12. Which makes it roughly between 8-10. Now, remember that ribs 9-11 protect the spleen on the left, so we're staying away from those.

But rib 8? Rib 8 should be safe. What about right or left? Could be either. But in the interest of balance, I think that rib 8 on the right is my headcanon for Bone That Sat In Jon's Drawer.

It also has the advantage of being a 'typical' rib [ribs 3-9], so for those familiar with anatomy, it looks like a standard rib (but it will still be unrecognisable to those unfamiliar, such as ep 140 Basira).

Mystery solved :D

thanks for reading my tedtalk <3 here are some useful diagrams

[shkika]

kitty kat moonie

[sharkysherbetz]

Doodles I did during a class (I was paying sooo much attention)