#i actually took a class on it for a semester

[thebookewyrme]

Normally I’m extremely pro-teacher, but I absolutely had teachers I hated in school because they were awful. There was the one who didn’t even have a teaching certificate that they brought in to replace a teacher last minute who sat all the prettiest girls in class in the front row and looked up their skirts & was always touching them and sitting right next to them and stuff. We all knew he was a creep but nobody complained specifically as far as I know so nothing happened.

And then there was the Biology teacher who was such an idiot everyone hated him. He gave me a D in the last semester (which I didn’t know about until halfway through summer when my report card finally made it in the mail because you couldn’t look that shit up online back then). We got it reversed because the reason he gave me a D was that he’d marked 0 for a bunch of assignments. Which I had turned in, had graded, and returned back to me. With the non-zero grades on them. Luckily I’m such a pack-rat I was able to find all of them and my mom took them to the office and was like “this guy is an idiot, here are my child’s assignments he said had a zero, please calculate the grade properly”. I think my final grade was actually a B or something at that point. There were a bunch of shenanigans he pulled on other students too but I don’t remember them as clearly.

when i was a kid i got a 90% on my kindergarten "what are your favorite things?" test because for the question "what is your favorite animal?" i wrote down "puma" and it got marked wrong because my teacher said a puma isnt even an animal its a kind of shoe

[mossthegoblinart]

Holy crap! So, I've started a new class this semester: Motion Graphics! And that means I'm learning how to make 3D models

I only go to class 2 days a week, which means I can't work on this as often as I want, but here's what I've gotten done in the last 3 weeks (6 days/12 hours)

If it's not already obvious this is my Beetlejuice! The way I draw him now is very simplified for easy animation, but this is how I actually see him in my mind :)

I still have more work to do on him (hair, brows, and some small details), but I just couldn't help myself; I took the 3D model into IbisPaint and coloured over the model so I could see what it might look like when it's done XD

It's not perfect yet, but I'm so excited!!!

[yandere-daydreams]

black butler and homestuck are trending on the same day i have to edit my college-necessitated research paper on harry potter. what fucking year even is it anymore.

[lemongogo]

college … wasted on the youth (me)

[dawnthefluffyduck]

I think i doubt my ability to work faster under stress too much

[apricotronin]

SoH Memes pt 15

[alliluyevas]

looking at course selection for next semester (already???). one thing i miss about undergraduate is that the requirements were so much less specialized and you could take things across a broader range of interests. obviously that is the point of grad school and i have decided to focus on 19th century america and i'm not upset about that but I'm also like. i wish i could take readings in the history of the catholic church or cultural memory in early islam.

[selfcarecap]

I’m soo over all my literature classes already I love literature but I literally want the professor to die and I have her for all three lit classes

[seilon]

love when this is referred to as the gifted kid website. shockingly my mental disorders made me mentally disordered and school never really vibed with that so. couldn’t be me

[valentinebisexual]

i wish i was able bodied so i could take a dance class that would be so fun i think

[cinematicnomad]

it's like a decade+ later but i really am convinced that my queer lit professor had a crush on me in undergrad and really, fuck me for not realizing i was bi earlier bc i would have pounced on that.

[wewontbesleeping]

wait this is silly but i just realized i'm technically a straight a student now. which is not something i've ever been able to say. but now i can!!!

[torchickentacos]

congrats on the semester!! what was miss taylor's taco bell order...? or if you'd rather not reveal, favorite menu item?

THANK YOU!!! ❤️❤️❤️ I like the crunchwrap supreme, and they brought back the caramel apple empanada so that too while it's here. I'm really not much of a fast food person tbh, but taco bell is my weakness. I go to the same one that my mom did in the eighties lol. It's like family tradition at this point.

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Sometimes I forget I have a sociology degree and then I have a subject like this one, where I'm debating (in favor of) the importance of cultural competency in health care, and then I'm like oh yeah. I'm actually semi-qualified to speak on this subject.

[prince-of-orchids]

Oh to be part of your security detail as we travel to and from a neighboring kingdom. We stop to make camp during the journey. Oh to volunteer myself when you say you'd like some privacy to wash in the nearby stream. We can't have you *completely* alone, now can we. What if some big, strong beast got ahold of you. You'd be utterly defenseless. Worry not, your majesty, I shan't leave your side, loyal as I am, but I dare not peek.

Following you deeper into the woods, casting my eyes towards you as you undress in the moonlight. Watching your skin glisten with drops of water in the dark. I can hardly control myself. I think of the fairy tales that speak of beautiful nymphs who bathe in ponds and streams and curse those that lay eyes upon them. I wonder, if you caught me gawking, what my punishment would be.

-🪓

The neighboring kingdom is thankfully but a few days of travel away. And yet it still didn't take long for the hours and hours of travel to create an uncomfortable layer of sweat and grime. We've already stopped to make camp for the night, so surely it is of little issue to excuse myself to the nearby stream and clean up a bit. The safty-minded protest from the knights of my entourage is nonetheless to be expected, and your choice to volunteer even more so. You wear discipline well, and yet I'm sure I'm not the only one who's noticed the way you always make your way to my side while we're on horseback, or how at night you place your bedroll just a tad closer than a respectful distance. All under the guise of simple, dutiful protectiveness of course, anything else would be quite the scandal.

My gait is confident as I walk ahead, never needing to turn and reassure myself of your presence. The stream itself is serene, with only the light rush of water breaking the silence. Without prompting you've decided to stand vigil by the treeline, far enough to give some sort of privacy but close enough to respond quickly should there be danger. I reiterate the terms of this supervision to you, and of course you assure me that your attention lies solely on keeping a watchful eye on our surroundings.

It takes a few minutes to divulge myself of all my cloth layers. Typically, some attendant would be available to assist, and as I fumble with the numerous zippers and ties I'm almost tempted to call you over. But I don't. You've pushed the boundaries of your station before, harmoniously fitting your desires right along your unwavering loyalty. And so I wait for whatever snapping twig or rustling leaves causes you to shift your gaze in my direction under the guise of assuring my safety. Already I've twice noted the cursory sweep of your eyes.

The stream is deep enough to allow me to brefily dip under, then to rise back up and push the hair from my face. Thankfully the water is a comfortable temperature, borderline heavenly after days on the road. I happily hum as I cup the water in my hands and letting it run down my arms and chest. Stretching to expose the contours of my body as I run another pass of water through my hair with a sigh of relief. You know as well as I that I've never seen a hard day of work. Thus my skin remains a smooth pale canvas, only now dotted with shining droplets that reflect the bright moonlight and faint dappled shadows from the overhanging trees.

With just the rightly timed turn of my head I look to you. Oh yes I've seen you before with open eyed devotion before, just as I've seen half-lided lust. But there's a certain sense of wonderment there now that I can't help but ponder the source. A rabbit you say, just missed it as it ran beneath the brush, and you turn away as if that was enough to excuse being caught staring.

I was just finishing up anyway, and I trek back to the sides of the stream. I request a helping hand with redressing, and you give a slight satisfied smile as you approach. I let you drink your fill, eyes languidly moving across my body. When I ask you to kneel you do so with instinctual quickness. When I ask for you to remove the upper portions of your armor you follow through with purpose. When I tell you to lay back in the soft dirt there's a second of hesitancy before you're supine below me.

How interesting that you follow these directions with ease and yet earloer you could not avert your eyes for more than a minute despite my clear request. I am still a being of indulgence, and so I shall free you from your trousers and set myself delicately upon you. I've just cleaned up after all and it would be a shame to ruin that effort by frotting in the dirt. Having you beneath me with your hands at my hips for stability ensures I will remain as spotless as possible. And then I'd like you to take one last look because you're to keep those handsome eyes firmly shut.

You disobeyed before, and nows your chance to prove to me you can be trusted once more. You can touch any bit of skin you can reach, feel the rocking and tensing of my body around you, and hear every pleased gasp that escapes my lips. But no looking. I may greedily take in every facial expression and shifting of your body, I may even kiss it if I'm feeling so inclined. However, you must forgo those same privileges, and be satisfied with whatever touch or sound I'm willing to ground you with.

You roughly buck your hips with more purpose, seeking to press as much as yourself against me. To feel the warmth of the skin you can't see. It pleases me to see how you shift your head side to side. Unsure if you should lean away to expose your neck further to the biting kisses I place alone your throat, or to try and lean towards me and clumsily attempt to capture my lips with your own. Occasionally you'll feel the ghosts of my hands as they glide across your chest and your navel. They never stay long, always feeding into your constant anticipation as they lift up to find purchase elsewhere.

Will you still prioritize my safety, dear knight? To stretch your senses to the forest beyond, warey of outsider footsteps or the unshethijg of a weapon. Or will you instead fully yield yourself to what pleasure you can gather from my presence here?

[rasangan-raspberry]

My silly little clown guy graduated from Hazben Hotel to Buggy the Clown!