#before uni

[tojiscrack]

OMG OMGOKGOKGOGMGKGKGKGMGMGMMGMG MY BRAIN IS SO POWERFUL forst of how are you my munchkin i hope ur doing amazing and that all is well for you LOVE YOU LOTS

So yk that one song thats popular ish (maybe you've heard it maybe you haven't) its the CHERRY BLOSSOM ICE TEA CHERRY BLOSSOM ICE TEA song. ANYWAYS is that not y/n and megumi with their lil barista jobs?!?? CMONN SEE MY VISION ...Ill link it..



HELP I’VE SEEN THIS SONG ON TIKTOK 😭

i’m asking you liars to give me a BREAK, i’m smiling so hard and still haven’t recovered from the malakai-y/n-megumi-triangle-gay debate yet 😭 like CHILL, one at a time pls 😭 (nah i’m jk this is fun send in moreeeeee 😡)

it’s crack, which is so them. it’s a grumpy dude and a sunshine girl, also them. everything is them, i see the vision, except for the fact that megumi would somehow materialise in front of me and throw me up my chimney if i confirmed this as liar, liar canon 💀

[sugurugetos]

To quote from Whitman: "O me, o life of the questions of these recurring, of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities filled with the foolish. What good amid these, o me, o life? Answer: that you are here. That life exists, and identity. That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

DEAD POETS SOCIETY — 1989 dir. Peter Weir

[mel-kusanagi]

so i watched fallout because of these two, here's a wip 🙆‍♀️

[aanthonyvb]

Status: Divorce era ended

[xiakeik]

You think Pyramid Steve to Bill is like Doodlebob to Spongebob or something like that

[caemidraws]

Twelve Hours Prayer 1/2

[slavhew]

good ol days

[maiaczy]

Found some old joot sketches that I still kinda like

[yourlocalabomination]

Tick Tock, Teddy-Bear.

[ahhlehlehlehleh]

How are we feeling bad batch nation? I am terrified but also overjoyed to see them again.

[kyurochurro]

they did the monster mash!! 😳 🎃it was a graveyard smash!! 🦇👻

[idontmindifuforgetme]

megan thee stallion is the perfect example of unbothered energy. nicki has repeatedly vagueposted about her, gone on unhinged rants about her, gone so far as to mention her dead mother (such a classless low blow), threatened her on live, and has now released the tackiest diss track in history. and what has megan done? literally nothing. she straight up ignored her, aside from that one ig story where she posted herself laughing (which was perfect btw). she is the epitome of “i will not dignify that w a response.” i love it.

[14dayswithyou]

💖 EVEN MORE DAY 4 SNEAK PEEKS! 💖

[marragurl]

The idea just hit me: Ratio’s students are called his ducklings 

He’s fully aware of it and makes no move to stop it from spreading around campus. 

Being considered one of Ratio’s ducklings is kinda a big deal because those are the students who are willing to put in the effort and work to keep up with Ratio’s teaching style. 

They are both terrified of him and respect him so much that all the other students are in turn terrified of them. And while the ducklings don’t get any special treatment from Ratio, there’s something special and comforting about being part of the group of students who are willing to stick with Dr. Ratio’s coursework. 

This is how I see it happening: 

It started during Ratio’s first few years of teaching. Not his first year because I fully believe his first few classes were really controversial and had a lot of dropouts once his personality and harsh teaching style were made known. 

It took a while but after a few years, there’s finally a class with no drop outs, even if it’s super small. However, this class are also the students who are dedicated and truly want to learn and refuse to quit even with Ratio’s standards. 

(They still complain and cry of course, the student life is all about pain- no this is not me projecting as a uni student, I’m perfectly sane I promise-)

And of course, like any other student who needs to understand wtf is going on in class, his students do everything in their power to create study groups and attend his office hours, which are 100x scarier in the beginning since that’s prime one-on-one time with Dr. Ratio. 

At least in lecture the man is a hundred seats away from you. Here, he’s speaking directly to your face as he explains just how wrong you are and giving advice on how to fix that. 

At first, due to how unused to Ratio is from having a class of students who are truly trying to keep up with him (whether they’re succeeding is up to interpretation), he only spends time with them during lecture and office hours for the first few weeks. 

And then it spirals.

Around campus, you begin to see the esteemed Dr. Ratio being followed by a gaggle of students tripping  over each other, constantly asking question after question and him answering each one. Even as he’s being blunt, he never looks like he’s trying to outrun them, and even stops occasionally to write in one of the student’s notes.  

The ducklings nickname started out as a joke when someone made the connection of his students following him like baby ducks after lectures, and spiraled a bit more when one of the students found one of his rubber ducks in his office.

And so after finals, that first class of students got together for a nice drinking party to celebrate their freedom. A few drinks in of reminiscing about the class and how they’ll actually kinda miss Dr. Ratio, someone made a joke of buying some rubber ducks for the good doctor. Continuing on the high, an entire gaggle of drunk uni students just pull up to a craft store at 3am and start hunting for ducks. Another brilliant student laughs at the idea of personalizing each duck, and the rest of the class find the idea so funny that they buy out an entire aisle of craft supplies and get to work.

The next day, hungover but still committed to the bit, the entire class show up to Ratio’s office and each hand him a personalized rubber duck along with a terrified thank you for the class. 

Ratio would give his usual denying spiel of how “it is unnecessary” and “your education is all the reward a professor could want” but this is his first ever class with no dropouts and who all managed to pass their finals. 

The man is a failure at not caring, he is crying on the inside.

So he keeps the ducks on a shelf in his office. 

Somehow, the duckling nickname just cements itself after that day, and each class afterwards, despite all the pain and grumbling of the students, are always referred to as Ratio’s ducklings because only the truly insane (dedicated) stick it out and follow after him. 

And after each final, his little ducklings always give him their own personalized rubber duck that he continues to add to his shelf that he always had within eyesight of his desk. 

(the first class of ducklings are his personal favorite, though he’ll never claim to have any)

I’m incapable of not adding Aventurine whenever I talk about Ratio nowadays, I just have to accept that I love them both too much now. 

But yea, I like to imagine Aventurine finding out about the ducklings nickname first and teasing Ratio about actually having a heart and caring, which Ratio just denies and tries to justify as him being an attentive professor. But then Aventurine finds the rubber duck shelf and it’s just too sentimental for him to even think about joking. 

Adding to my headcanon of Aventurine being really curious about different subjects, I imagine that when he gets comfortable, he constantly asks Ratio questions about anything and everything. Ratio happily replies and teaches him. 

I like to think that one day, Aventurine would make his own personalized rubber duck to gift to Ratio as a 'thank you' for always indulging him with his questions and that rubber duck just becomes Ratio’s favorite. He gives it a little podium in his house and office and he constantly carries it around with him. He has photos of the damn thing. His first class find out about the duck and needle him about having ‘no favorites’ which he denies. Aventurine finds it both embarrassing and really cute. 

(I’m kinda pulling from my own experience with one of my old professors. She was terrifying but by god did I actually learn during her class. Every one of us would complain for hours about her exams, and boy were the averages terrible, but we were all also deeply committed to attending every office hour and defending her against the other students. It was like ‘She’s a harsh and insane professor, but she’s our harsh and insane professor.’ Everyone knew you were serious if you chose to take her class instead of other professors for the same course, she was that infamous. If I take 5 seconds to psychoanalyze myself without getting depressed, maybe that’s why I really like Ratio - outside of the burnt-out gifted child thing with emotional expression issues that also hit way too close to home. He just really reminds me of one of my own professors that I still really respect to this day) 

[erabu-san]

Huh I started Jujutsu Kaisen

Please consider my silly brainrot about Ajaw's soul in Kinich body like Sukuna and Itadori

Nothing deep i just find it funny BGJDJGF

[chronicowboy]

"Oh." Eddie blinks when he sees him, winces just a little.

"Yeah," Buck sighs mournfully.

"Okay, let's get you patched up, bud." Eddie waves the first aid kit in his hands, and Buck tries not to smile at the dork, but then—

"Good luck with that, Diaz," Tommy says as he ducks out from the living room. Eddie flinches just a little like he'd forgotten who had called him in the first place. "He won't let anyone touch him."

Eddie's eyebrows twitch halfway up his forehead, and he cuts a glance at Buck. It's all big, brown eyes. So soft and inquisitive. Buck swears the pain in his cheek fades in that moment. But then the eyes roll and turn to that fond, teasing belligerence that just makes Buck feel warm all over.

"You still think you're cursed," Eddie says. And it's not a question, but he nods in answer anyway. "Buck."

"Eddie," he shoots back. "Look at me."

"No thanks." Eddie wrinkles his nose.

"Exactly." Buck turns back to the windows, folding his arms and hunching in on himself.

Footsteps. Eddie's cologne. Eddie. He's backlit by the sun, and Buck thinks if anyone were ever to break a curse it'd be someone who looks like this. Ethereal, beautiful, divine maybe.

Eddie crouches down in front of him, and Buck flinches backwards. Eddie holds his hands up, eyes back to that terrifying sincerity that makes Buck want to peel his own skin off.

"Hey, we met in September, right?" he asks. Buck frowns.

"Uh, um, yeah I think so." Knows so. The 23rd of September to be exact. But that doesn't seem important right now.

"Okay, well it's October now, so it's been a little over six years since you promised to have my back then." Buck's breath catches. Eddie just keeps looking at him, steady as the ground beneath their feet. Buck feels like an earthquake. "Which means it's been just over six years since I promised to have your back. And that meant ladder trucks on your leg and lightning bolts, sure. But poker games and a couch to sleep on too. It also, despite my skepticism, means curses too. So..." Eddie holds out his hand. "Let me have your back today?"

"Only if I can have yours," Buck replies breathlessly, couldn't look away from Eddie if he tried, even when Tommy clears his throat. "I mean, you know, when the curse inevitably gets you too." Buck takes Eddie's hand, watches as a brilliant smile takes over his face like the most beautiful sunrise Buck has ever seen.

They shake. It lingers a little too long. But it's okay, Buck thinks, because Eddie lingers in every touch as he tends to Buck's cheek. It's okay, Buck thinks. It'll be okay.