#weak for nerds

[thehauntedmarionnette]

He is fighting a war. Just got his arms back. Has been fighting for his life so intensely that even we as the audience are unaware of the passage of time. And still has time to fanboy.

[piratefishmama]

Steve being convinced (read: forced) by the highschool drama teacher to play the part of "King" in a production, not a speaking role, his job is to just... look the part, look down upon his subjects from a throne, sit above them, powerful, regal, with the side note that he has to maintain that air of disinterest through the whole thing until he's 'assassinated/usurped'.

he only says yes because he was promised an automatic pass if he did it, as no-one else could really fit and maintain the look the teacher had envisioned.

and Eddie Munson, playing the role of court jester, putting his whole jestussy into making Steve crack both his character, and a smile.

because Steve wouldn't get his automatic pass if he broke character, and Eddie feels it's his sworn duty to not let King Steve coast through school on his good looks.

[bietrofastimoff23]

a/b/o, but John’s a beta and the Sentry is an alpha who’s trying to court him like an omega. John explains it away to himself and others, that Bob is just trying to be friendly (bc my boy is canonically terrible at reading the room, I’m crying, and also bc he thinks somewhat stereotypically, like only omegas get courted, that betas usually end up with betas, alphas with omegas etc.).

Maybe something like a 5+1, I don’t know. If anyone wants to adopt this idea, please tag me, bc I have to read this xD

[deepestconnoisseurmoon]

Weak Hero Class 1 (2022)

Dir. Yoo Soo Min

[elluminis]

once again reminded of how much I love law at his stupidest because tell me why he’s such a nerd 😭 sanji puts on his raid suit and he’s like “it’s stealth black from the comics sora of the sea…next he’ll use his secret power to go invisible!!” and usopp, franky, and even fucking sanji (who is trying to fight) are like “buddy why the FUCK do you know that”

[nerdycanible1]

Hiya babes! I am back again with more arts 👁️👁️

Actually I'm in an art block so this is what I've made in the past 3? weeks 💀

Anyways here is some more Lin drawings before I crawl back into my grave!

So- I posted this art already on my tiktok but guys- you get to see their full glory! I wanted to do a redraw of one of my fave scenes! Where Lin gets introduced-

Like it's not that great, and I think this is the first time I've actually drawn Korra but I don't remember 💀

Nah but look at LIN!! Ma'am looks spicy 😩

Anyways and here is a drawing of young Lin I wanted to make! It's not the best but I've tried my best! And my friend absolutely loves the whole Lin is part Fire Nation headcanon. And boy did we make a lot of Headcanons about it! Lemme know if you want to hear about them and I'll make a separate post about them! :D

Oh! And I also made her clothes red and I honestly couldn't figure which one I liked more ;-;

All art has been made by me, Nerdycanible, if reposted please credit me!! Below cut, is the sketches!

Also 👀. . . Tell me why Tenzin fumbled so badly- 😩

Sketches babies! I don't exactly have many screenshots of the first drawing, mostly because it was between Fortnite matches 💀💀💀

[darthkote]

Bad Batch Cuddle HCs

Yes, of course, Wrecker would be at the bottom. He likes laying flat on his back, but when he's really exhausted and feeling safe, he'll lay on his front. Nothing in the galaxy is like the rare chance to shed all the armor and relax those muscles. He practically falls asleep on the spot if someone starts massaging a particularly sore patch in his shoulders or back. He's a BIG hugger. Pillows, plushies, and his brothers are never safe from being held close to his side or chest when within arm's reach. He's even been known to cuddle with blankets if nothing else is available. He loves to be reminded his vode are there with him, and what's better proof than holding them close to his person? Plus he loves to play with anything soft when trying to sleep, so hair will most definitely be twirled and petted (Hunter beware).

Crosshair likes to pretend he hates it when Wrecker or another brother pulls him in for a cuddle. He'll roll his eyes and scoff and weakly push to get away, but the second arms start tightening around his waist or neck, he's a goner. If he really isn't in the mood, he's not afraid to make it known. Otherwise, he enjoys being sandwiched between his brothers; it makes him feel loved without having to say much or ask for anything. They all just seem to know what he needs: a lazy arm over Hunter's shoulder, the steady breathing of Tech behind him as their legs intertwine, Wrecker's hands in his hair or on his back. It's true that laying in a pile with them can get hot and uncomfortable at times, but there's nothing that compares to those moments. He's had so many nights alone, and it makes his fragile heart that much weaker to be surrounded by them again. In the best way possible, I mean.

Hunter is a sucker for a good cuddle whether under immense stress or overcome with immense peace. His heightened senses make it so that the amount of physical contact can sometimes be minimal; not that he hates the touching, it can just get overwhelming when all their bodies are sweaty and squished together. He prefers to be further on the outskirts, like at Wrecker's side rather than on his chest. He does love to be wrapped in the scents of his brothers, though, and finds himself pressing into the spots behind their ears or the sides of their necks when they get close enough. When one of them, usually Wrecker or Crosshair, starts playing with his hair, he's done for. He melts at the touch, his scalp sensitive from the lack of physical contact he usually gets.

Sweet Tech. He spends a lot of time trying to figure out where he's needed. If anyone asked, he'd admit he loves a firm and long chest-to-chest hug. Crosshair's usually the one to pick up on it, twisting towards him and pulling him close without a word. He likes how warm his brothers run compared to him, and he steadies his mind by counting their breaths and heartbeats. He also likes to move his hands a lot if he can't settle into an unconscious state; he'll let his fingertips trace knuckles, scars, and tattoos until he's asked to quit, if ever.

Bonus: Echo

The first time he ever saw them all like that – cuddled together like wolves in a den – he didn't know what to think. They'd all been in their rightful seats on the Marauder, going through a few final points for the upcoming mission before deciding to call it a night. He'd offered to stay awake a bit longer, his mind still unable to steady enough to sleep when the rest of the batch tended to. The quiet had a tendency of putting him back in that headspace he couldn't escape on Skako Minor. He'd noticed Wrecker get up first, a loud grunt emanating from him as he kicked the rest of his armor to the side. Echo never did understand how he could treat it with such roughness, but, in the end, supposed that's exactly what it was intended for. Slowly, they'd each said their good nights to him and headed toward the back of the ship. It had only been about an hour when he got up to stretch his legs – figuratively, at least. He'd nearly walked passed the bunk without a second glance. But then he'd noticed several arms and heads too many and couldn't help stopping in his tracks for a recount. The tech in his head was surely messing with his eyes. But no. All four of the clones were cooped onto Wrecker's bunk. The largest clone's back was to the Marauder's outside wall, presumably an attempt to cool off his skin after the day they'd had. His arm was splayed out in front of him, and the rest of the men were curled into each other like peas in a pod. It was certainly not a sight he'd seen many times: his brothers showing this blatant of affection for one another. He'd almost felt himself smile as he watched on, just for a moment. It made his heart swell to know how much love this squad had for one another, and it gave him hope that more clones could find a family like it.

[sombra7567]

One thing you will never have to apologize to me for is being a nerd.

Don't you dare apologize, I will literally fight you.

*ranting about your specific fixation for 10 minutes* "Omg, I'm so sorry for talking about that so much, I'll stop-" *me who's been paying close attention the entire time and listening with interest* "NO KEEP TALKING DANG IT PLEASE-"

[bluntandsaucy]

“The spren change when I measure them, Ashir,” she said. “Before I measure, they dance and vary in size, luminosity, and shape. But when I make a notation, they immediately freeze in their current state. Then they remain that way permanently, so far as I can tell.”

omg it's quantum superposition

[doobinluvr]

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Sieun x Reader ( Hero trope)

Title : sad eyes, original story by me! ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ( school crush , mystery weak hero class characters, love, action )

⋆˚࿔ The day started out as usual—snagging a piece of toast from the kitchen, practically choking on it while stuffing your face on the way out the door.

You stand at the front of your house, waiting patiently for your best friend, Beom Seok. For as long as you can remember, he’s been there every morning, pulling up with his driver, to take you to school. He always says the same thing with a half-smile: 'You’ve got to conserve your energy in the morning if you want to study hard.' It’s a small routine, but it’s one of those quiet constants that make the day feel right. On the car ride to school, you review notes from yesterday’s class with quiet determination. In the background, there’s the faded murmur of conversation between Beom Seok and the driver, but you’re not listening completely consumed by your studies. It’s never come easy to you. You've always had to work twice as hard just to keep up. With no money for cram school, every test feels like a mountain. If you don’t study hard or borrow Beom Seok’s notes and textbooks passing feels almost impossible. You soon arrive at school, stepping out of the car with a polite bow to the driver. you head toward the gates, where Beom Seok quickly falls in step beside you. The two of you chatter, voices light but edged with stress as you agonize over the upcoming exams. As you approach the classroom building, a sudden shout cuts through the morning air.

“Hey!”

You and Beom Seok freeze mid-step, turning slowly toward the voice.

Hyo-man, the school bully, standing a few yards away, his eyes sharp and hostile, locked directly onto Beom Seok. You feel your stomach knot as you meet his glare, and your expression hardens.“What’s your problem?” you ask, stepping protectively in front of your friend. Beom Seok often bore the brunt of Hyo-man’s aggression, and you weren't going to stand by again.“You guys,” Hyo-man sneers, his smirk crooked and cold. Before you can react, he’s already moving fast. In a blink, he lunges. You try to block him, but he shoves you hard. You stumble and hit the ground, the impact jarring through your body just as Hyo-man barrels toward Beom Seok.You hit the ground hard, the impact jolting through your body. For a split second, everything blurs your thoughts, the noise, your sense of control. But then you hear Beom Seok cry out, and something sharp ignites inside you.You scramble to your feet, heart pounding. Hyo-man has Beom Seok by the collar, fist raised, sneering like he’s already won. The other students nearby hesitate, unsure whether to intervene or watch. “Let him go!” you shout, rushing forward. Hyo-man raises his arm in your direction, his eyes cold and focused, as though he’s already made up his mind. You squint your eyes, accepting your fate, bracing for whatever’s to come. But then, out of nowhere, a quick figure rushes past you, a blur of motion. Your class mate sieun !Before you can even process what’s happening, both he and Hyo-man topple to the ground in a flurry of limbs. Sieun lands on top of him , his face twisted with determination as he pulls out a pen, aiming it for his neck. Hyo-man gasps in shock, struggling beneath him, his hands reaching for his wrists, trying to pry his arm away. Startled, you rush to help Beom Seok up, his shock mirroring yours as you both stumble to your feet. You look at the scene before you: Sieun, pinning Hyo-man down, the pen dangerously close to his throat, and Hyo-man’s desperate cries filling the air. He writhes in pain, trying to crawl away from Sieun’s unrelenting grip, but his movements are slow and labored. A whirlwind of thoughts races through your mind. Should you get involved? Should you stop Sieun or let this play out? You hesitate, the weight of the decision hanging heavy in the air.

After a few more seconds of tense contemplation, your breath catching in your throat, you make your decision you bolt forward to pull Sieun off Hyo-man. But before you can reach them, the sound of firm, deliberate footsteps echoes down the hall. A teacher is approaching. The tension snaps like a wire.

In a flash, Hyo-man wriggles free from Sieun’s grip, scrambling backward like a cornered animal. He wipes the blood from his lip, straightens his clothes, and slips into the crowd with practiced ease like nothing had ever happened. Sieun doesn’t chase him. He doesn’t speak. He stays crouched for a moment, chest heavy slowly, he rises to his feet. You meet his eyes , the weight in them stops you cold. Not anger. Not pride. Sadness. A deep, unspoken sorrow flickering beneath the surface. You look away, ashamed that you hesitated. But he walks toward you anyway. His eyes drift down to your arm, where Hyo-man’s grip had left a fresh bruise. Gently, he lifts it, his touch cautious, respectful. “Are you okay?” he asks, voice steady, calm. But there’s something in it , something fierce and protective, like he’d do it all again without a second thought. You nod, quietly. “Thank you.” He simply gives a small nod in return, then turns to Beom Seok, helping him to his feet without saying a word. There’s no gloating in his actions, no need for praise just purpose. Silent, focused. Why did he help me? you wonder. We’ve never even talked before.

As the teacher arrives and begins questioning the commotion, Sieun is already walking ahead, books in hand, shoulders squared. By the time you and Beom Seok catch up, he’s slipping into class, flipping open his notebook like nothing had happened. But you can’t stop thinking about it. All day, your mind spins with questions. Sieun—the quiet boy no one really knew. The one who never talked to anyone, who sat alone at lunch, who kept his head down and disappeared into textbooks. There were rumors, of course. Dark ones. That he had a violent past. That he’d hurt someone at his old school. You never believed them. You never cared. Until today. End of part 1 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

⋆˚꩜｡ Want part 2 ? I’ll put out the next part of the story! ⋆˚꩜｡

[hauntedtacocalzoneshepherd]

Been watching RWBY for 2 weeks now and I just wanted to say that I would commit unspeakable crimes for Yang Xiao Long. That's it that's the post.

[sinful-lanterns]

okay, but imagine like how they do in anime and Korryn sees with glasses you're cute but without glasses you're hot like imagine the initial whiplash (in a good way) the first time she sees the no glasses look 👾

It would be funny if taking off your glasses was the equivalent of Gojo taking off his blindfold in Jujutsu Kaisen 😅

You’re pretty cute with the glasses on already, but one day as Korryn is playfully trying to snatch your glasses off your face, her nonchalant expression is instantly wiped off because how the hell did you get so much hotter? Suddenly she’s getting butterflies in her stomach, sparkles dancing in the air around you while you wince and beg for her to give your glasses back in such a cute voice.

Korryn will be thinking about your beautiful face for several hours after that. She wants to see you without your glasses more often! Was her girlfriend really that beautiful? Was it even possible? Korryn is so flabbergasted that she’s quiet for the rest of the day 😭😭

P.S: Every time you take off your glasses for cleaning or even taking a shower, Korryn feels her stomach twist into knots and the poor cowgirl is too stunned to speak. Congratulations, you broke Korryn!

[riza-hawks-eye]

"...𝖠𝖺𝖺𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗉!"

- Luz Noceda

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

tbh i think that even unwinnable fights should be winnable. some of the BEST fights i've ever run as a dm were ones i built kill the players (in a fun way. I had some cutscenes prepped so even the loss would be a different flavour of win)- but then they were clever bastards and managed to either win the fights or pull themselves out of trouble. I think it's perfectly fine to plan for a fight that players aren't supposed to win, but you need to let them. if they can't win, they can't lose, and the meaning of that encounter is diminished. do that too many times, and they stop trusting you to give them roleplay prompts and start expecting to sit there waiting while you drive the story for them.

but if they can win... if there is always the chance to win, no matter how impossible the odds, then they ALWAYS have hope. they always get invested. they feel the big emotions of success or the big emotions of failure, and you fucking Win as a dm/roleplay prompter/lead bastard.

[baskaromai]

When he's tall, loyal, educated, not a bop and has arms that look like they can throw me across the room

[pink-carnelian]

Goddd I need a maladjusted nerd to take his anger out on me