#nerd ass nerd looking bug

[gotta-draw-em-all-daily]

Day eight hundred twenty four 824 Blipbug

[fyllophobia]

[weirdbabs]

what kind of conspiracy theories do you think stephen would've spun if he was suspended from school and during the day he missed johnny's personality did a complete 180 bc of ed, who johnny identified to ollie and rj as one of the kids floating with max

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer Park Steve AU part 3

part 1 | part 2

(tw: guns, accidental death)

Robin’s already in full panic mode by the time Steve pulls up to her place, flinging the passenger door open and throwing herself into the car with so much force that the car bounces on its wheels a little. “Drive!!”

“Jesus Christ, good morning to you, too.”

“Steve!”

Steve starts to drive.

Beside him, Robin flips the visor down to look at her reflection; groans and scrubs her hands down her face in misery at whatever she sees. Steve doesn’t really get it. He thinks she looks beautiful, with her hair gently moving in the breeze from the open window, with her freckles lit up by the early morning sun.

“Ugh,” she says, turning to look at him, “I can’t believe I look like a zombie and you’re gonna make me late to the first day of school.”

“Wow.” Fuckin’ ingrate. And when he was just being so nice to her in his head. “How about a thank you, huh? ‘Thanks for picking me up, Steve. Thanks for bringing my backpack, Steve. Sorry you almost got shanked by your neighbor, Steve.’”

“You what???”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Um, yes it very much does matter, what the—”

“—I’m just saying, a little gratitude? Wouldn’t hurt you.”

He licks at the corner of his mouth, spritzes wiper fluid to clear the bugs off the windshield. Robin’s eyes are bulging out of her head, but he really doesn’t want to talk about how he still feels the ghost press of steel against his throat, so: “You’re not even right, by the way; I don’t know why you’re complaining.”

“Huh?”

“School started yesterday. I’m making you late for the second day of school.”

“Yesss,” she draws the word out like he’s stupid, rolling her wrist in a hurry up and get it motion, “but everyone knows that syllabus day doesn’t count. The first pep rally is the real first day of school.”

Ah, there it is.

Steve steals another peek at his best friend while they’re on a straightaway, notes the nervous twitch of her hands as she goes back to fussing at her reflection; the way she’s clumping her lashes together with seven coats too many of some drugstore brand mascara. She’s wearing lipstick. “This is about Vick—”

“—Don’t talk about—”

“—It’s about Vickie, isn’t it?”

“Ughhhhh.” Robin folds forward and thunks her head against the dash. “Fine, okay? Fine! Yes! This may have something to do with a distressingly cute fellow marching band member. Are you happy now?”

“Ecstatic.”

“Oooh, big word for you, Steven.” She swats him on the shoulder, face all twisted up in offense. “Stop laughing!”

“Stop hitting me,” he laughs. “I’ll dump your ass out on this highway.”

She gasps and narrows her eyes at him. “You wouldn’t.”

Steve eases his foot onto the brake.

“Okay, okay! Mercy! I’m being an asshole, alright? I’m sorry. I’m just— I’m stressed! Being gay is very stressful.”

The knife incident pops back into his mind. “Yeah,” he mutters, “I imagine it is.”

—

He catches himself slouching down into his seat a bit when they pull up to the school. Has to force himself to sit upright, hears his mother’s tutting in his ear about bad posture and the message it projects to the world.

It’s not that he’s embarrassed to be here; really, he isn’t. He’s just hoping to avoid being spotted by the nuggets now that they go here, too, lest he be accosted for evading his chauffeur duties.

God.

Dustin’s nerd shit is infecting his brain.

Robin grabs her bag out of the back seat, plants a parting peck on Steve’s cheek as she gets out of the car. “See you later?”

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up for work.”

“Love you, dingus.”

And then he’s alone again.

With Robin gone, Steve finds himself driving. Wandering and aimless, like a ghost who doesn’t know he’s gone. It’s not like he has nothing to do — he’s supposed to be out finding a second job, finding a way to support himself and his mom, because he’s the man of the house now. Because his life has turned into one of those shitty, overcomplicated word problems from math class.

If a recently widowed mother works no hours and her minimum-wage son works as many as Family Video will allow, how much mold-riddled dogshit housing can they afford?

Not much.

Inevitably, he finds himself circling the scorched bones of Starcourt, driving tired loops around the barbed wire perimeter. His ghost likes to guide him here; can’t shake the place where he shook off the mortal coil.

He didn’t know it at the time, but Steve Harrington died the day the mall burned down. Embarrassing, to not hear the death knell as his family name went up in smoke.

It was hard to hear much at all that night, between the concussion and the fireworks and the shrieking of a monster being torn apart, but the memory caresses his mind now in cruel whispers: the headrush of victory; the blood and the sweat; the relief that they’d won, they’d done it, it’s over, they won.

Steve tugs at his bad ear ‘til the ringing subsides.

Some fucking grand prize.

The thing is, you can’t go around exploding an eldritch horror without alerting the US government, and the US government can’t go around letting major investors in a hostile commie invasion keep their assets once they find out about their treasonous schemes. It happened fast: the arrest, the bail, the impending trial and the seizure of property. Richard Harrington was once a small town god on an invisible throne, making deals with devils in shadowy boardrooms, and suddenly he was looking at life in a cell.

Maybe it was a blessing he died before his reckoning was due. Maybe it was no accident at all.

The second, and perhaps more important, thing is: stray bullets don’t care about your looming court date.

Dad had a habit of cleaning his guns while he was drunk, nursing a whiskey in one hand while he polished the gleaming barrels with the other. Pointless, really, because the guns were always pristine to begin with. Dick Harrington didn’t hunt. Didn’t shoot. Claimed the pistol was for home defense, that he kept it loaded in case anyone ever tried to hurt his family, but Steve knew the truth.

His dad just liked to flirt with death. Liked to handle pretty, deadly things, stroke his fingers over ruthless metal and feel the rush of power when he walked away unscathed.

He didn’t walk away that night.

Didn’t even face death standing.

Sliced through his femoral artery and rolled right out of his chair.

They found him lying on the ground in a dark, sticky puddle, gasping like a fish as blood spurted from his thigh. Crazy how fast it happened. Steve had been in his room when the shot rang out, and he barely managed to reach the bottom of the stairs before the gurgling noises stopped. Just boom! whizz! bang! and Dick Harrington was gone.

Maybe it’s a good thing, too, that they lost the house.

The image of his mother in the hallway that night — shellshocked in the doorway, one pale hand shaking in front of her open mouth, features wide and wet with waking horror as she stared into the room — was enough to make him never want to step foot in the place again.

So now they live in a rundown piece of shit on the wrong side of town, with hideous burnt orange carpet and wood paneled walls, with cracks in the ceiling and cigarette burns in the walls, some parting gifts from whatever feral hick lived there before them, and it feels like another cruel, cosmic joke. Like the universe is delighting in the Harringtons’ comeuppance; like the blackened beams and brick rubble of Starcourt are all twisting to form one great, mocking mouth; the better to smile and laugh at their misfortune.

You bought your bed, now you have to lie in it.

He didn’t even know that the Harringtons owned Forest Hills until it was the only asset left to their name.

He’s pretty sure his dad bought it more as a joke than a genuine investment. Meant to teach Steve a lesson, like how he used to bring home Waffle House applications whenever Steve got a C on a report card. This is your future if you don’t straighten up, son.

Kill yourself, dad.

Oh, wait.

You already did.

—

part 4

[atiianeishaunted]

blue writing is lance's notes fyi anyway uhh character bios below !! long ass writing warning but worth it i promise chat pspsp | no notes version AND the transparent PNGS down at the end!

character bios:

Allura [???] | A lone princess who is burnt out and stressed out her mind, her only solace/stress relief being the garden she has where she can have peace and quiet, shutting her brain off while she does the tasks of tending to her precious plants and bugs. She tries her best to remain as friendly and optimistic as possible, if not for her own sanity, however thanks to the stress and pressure put on her, she has a tendency to lose her cool and sometimes shut down entirely. She has a passion for commanding and loves honing her fighting skills as that was one of the ways she bonded with her father. She more often than not can be seen in comfortable clothes, she doesnt mind dresses and does enjoy dressing up but will only do it when shes going out the castle or theres a meeting. | this gal couldve been an burnt out autistic queen DREAMWORKS, YOU COUDLVE MADE HER ICONIC .... let her be a dorky nerd whos a hater sometimes, pretty please

Takashi Shirogane | A garrison commander (no one is really sure of his job title to be honest with you..) who's insanely passionate about his job, to the point where hes willing to sacrifice it all if the garrison wills it. Anything to serve. He tries his best to fit in and be hip with the kids, he tries to come across as the 'chill' teacher, but students of his have reported that after a few months, any amount of chillness is thrown out the window. If not that, hes often not even in class, too busy doing missions he wasnt assigned to. He's intense. Very intense. Knows his way around words though for the most part, can be very convincing and a bit maniuplative, very goal driven. He means well though? Thats what he says. He always throws a quick sorry if someone brings it up with him, so that must mean something. | sorry in advance if you follow along with Sonder's story... unrelated but dreamworks wrote a banger antagonist without even realizing!

"Keith" Kogane / "Morse" | Unknown origins. He was a talented garrison pilot who could practically fly with his eyes closed, a jack of all trades, short tempered and prone to losing it but all things considered, the perfect cadet for the garrison's goals, he came out of nowhere practically, just poofed in like a ghost and wiped the floor with everyone. He really just needed a good guiding hand. No one is quite sure what gender he is, his androgynous appearance and tendency to respond to anything besides being called a girl have people baffled to say the least. He's very clearly not all there in the head either which goes hand in hand with his odd bursts of ego and then odd bursts of whining, these bursts often include talks that could only be described as cult-ish. People have their theories. Beyond those bursts, hes mostly very deadpan and quiet. But despite his strength and that intense feeling of fear and dread people get when they're around him, he's.. popular, somehow. Admired greatly for his devilish good looks. A universal appeal if you will. He doesn't seem to notice. Or perhaps doesnt care. Either way he's far too busy following Shiro around and treating him like the second coming of god to really indulge in romance for now. Lance's self proclaimed rival, Keith is also unaware of this. | also sorry in advance for this one if you follow sonder's storyline Lance McClain | A former Garrison cargo pilot who moved up in rank when Keith got kicked out. Keith is his rival and also all that Lance can talk about, even after the guy got kicked out and left for dead (Lance overheard some things while sneaking out past the teacher's lounge). He has a very noticable personality and loves to be the center of attention, hes still finding his footing and figuring out what he wants to do with his life and who he wants to be. Despite his many claims, hes not all that popular. He can't really flirt with girls all too well. His general goal is to be so well known so he won't ever be forgotten, hence why he begged his mom to let him dye his hair and get piercings (if he used Keith as an argument, thats none of your business.) (he saw keith dying his hair once or twice and instantly wanted to copy, its a bad habit.). He loves LOVES taking care of his appearance and is fairly vain, he has extensive routines and will freak out if he can't follow them. His ego and overbearing confidence is all to drown out his deep insecurities and fears. He tries his best to come across as a suave, cool, charming, awesome, any positive adjective really, person but in all reality he's a mama's boy, a dork, a loser if you will who has a love for the retro and is a huge gamer. If he must admit, he and Keith'd get along great actually, Keith ticks alot of boxes and honestly Lance deeply admires him and wants to be like him. | dreamworks dropped that lance was a gamer and loved retro stuff and then never talked about it again. sigh. Hunk Garrett | Hunk has many passions, mainly inspired by parents, he mainly specializes in cooking and mechanics, he enjoys tinkering with things, taking them apart to see how they work and working from there to see if he can rebuild it with 0 instruction, hes gotten good at it. He's Lance's childhood best friend, they're extremely close and are often seen constantly poking fun at eachother. Its all in good fun though. Hunk struggles extremely with anxiety and has a service dog back home that he left at home when heading to the Garrison as he worried he couldn't take care of it while studying. Despite his anxiety, he quite enjoys talking to people and sharing things he enjoys with them, he often tries to get over his fears by branching out and | I looked up his name from the old show because he deserves an 'actual' name, free my boy, he was done so dirty, also i remember when we all thought hunk had two moms (or was that just me ..) and i live by it tbh, two moms and a dad whos still active in his life, 3 whole parents for the greatest fella ever

Pidge Holt | Not much can be said about Pidge, they keep to themselves and don't share much about themselves. Just like Keith, their gender is often up to debate and when asked, Pidge will never give a consistent answer. They're a major tech wiz and with their talents, they're a complete menace. Pidge is prone to being mischevious and pranking others, often taking jokes a bit too far. They're egotistical and find that robots are their preferred companions in comparison to humans. | loser chronically online 13 year old who would tell you to kys, matt probably has to take away their electronics all the time LMFAO purposely made their outfit look a bit strange bc , theyre a kid whos a NERD /aff let them dress a bit stupid and let them cringe at it 5 years later ty

No notes version and PNGS below :-)

im insane about this reboot!! please reblog and im willing to elaborate if anyone wants me to <333 hrgfhrfg i really want this to take off bwaa

[king-candybug-backup]

Hello! I just started reading your fic, KillSwitch, and its incredible so far! (I'm on chapter 3!) I didn't even know there were fics for Wreck-it-Ralph, but I'm happy there are! It was my fav movie growing up, and still is one of my favs to this day.

Also, I'm a giant bug nerd too, so all the bug visuals from both Candybug and Sinistar are great! Speaking of, did you know bugs can't have coffee or coffee related beverages of any sort? It's sort of like there version of crack. If you want to see the results of said combo, look up the vid "What happens when a Ladybug drinks Coffee".

I watched the vid, which my friend sent, as I was reading the fic and got the cursed mental image of King Candybug having a caffeine induced zoomie attack out after a cup of coffee lol (bonus points if its like the smallest cup of coffee too).

I know it probably wouldn't happen, given that the dude primarily eats candy and there's probably either coffee flavored or ones with caffeine in them, or coffee might not just exists in Sugar Rush because it's not really a type of sweet. But the mental image of old grumpy 10-foot tall Candybug having the zoomies all of a sudden with Vanelope in the background looking confused as all hell would not leave my head lmao.

Anyway, have a great day and I can't wait to continue reading KillSwitch! Keep up the amazing work my dude!

THANK YOU AAAAAHHHHH 💖💖💖💖💖💖😭😭😭😭😭😭 I hope you continue to enjoy it, I'm having an absolute BLAST writing it lol!

AND AGSFDHCVJBN WELL SPOILERS I GUESS BUT NO I DID NOT KNOW THAT AND MY DUMB ASS LITERALLY GAVE HIM COFFEE IN THE NEWEST CHAPTER LMFAOOOO

Had to scribble out a messy-ass shitpost real quick because OMFG 😂

(original zoomies image)

[connorsnothereeither]

If your characters were in the hunger games how long do you think they would survive?

So I think in order from dying first to dying last:

- Virgil: Sadly, he cannot fight. If we’re talking finale Virgil maybe survives a little bit just due to looking imposing and intimidating; but he is fully just a little beanpole ass nerd, and would be murdered immediately.

- C.W. Hare: I think at his core while he talks a big game, he’s a lover not a fighter. Especially without specifically pistols/firearms I don’t think his combat skills are enough. Running and hiding he’s fantastic at, and he’s fast as fuck, so he would maybe last a while just on being able to get away and sheer flightiness alone, but eventually he’s getting taken out.

- Leopold: Now Leo has the size advantage. He’s fucking huge, beefy, and has great range with those giant spider arms. He was a boxer and a bouncer, so he’s definitely got hand to hand skills. He’s also a war vet, he fought in the Great Bug War, so he’s bringing that with him. But, at the end of the day, he’s been a homebody recluse for the last hundred years dining on grilled cheese and wine, and doing nothing but reading books and listening to radio broadcasts. He’d last a while, maybe allied with someone else who can point him in the right direction to be effective, but I don’t think he’s making it to the end.

- Ulysses: I think Ulysses could last a long time. He was a soldier, he lived through a lot of harrowing experiences, he has survivalist training, and the medical knowledge to patch himself up. It would really depend on the area, but I think he would last a very long time, even if his fighting skills aren’t the greatest. I also feel like he’d be great at the strategizing part, and even making poisons and traps to take out other competitors so he’s not in direct combat. Very strong contender, I think. He’s a survivor, after all.

- Dan Thorns: My other strong contender for someone who could actually win. Even paladin magic aside, saying he can’t heal himself or cast spells at other people, his sheer skill in dueling, his size and strength advantage, and abilities like being able to come back from 0 hit points for that last burst of energy are all on his side. NOT TO MENTION his recent shift to barbarian classes, and the rage?? He’s always had his little violent streak but if you force him to, he will kill, and easily. His survival skills maybe aren’t the best but they’re certainly passable, he’s lived on the road enough that he could scrape by. At the very least not get himself killed, even if he’s not thriving. And that’s long enough to kill others to make it out.

[rebeltigera]

Haiii!! I got question:

Do you have any head-canons for mk? Mac? Wuk?

And what is your personal opinion on season 5?

I am responding second time because the first one didn't send :'D

Pls end me.

I don't remember the headcanons I've mustered out the first time damnit -

*sigh*

Those are general ones , I use the design of the character most of the time to show headcanons

For MK

-He's wasted after one beer.

-his tail subconsciously curl against legs of his friends or person he trust

-he chirp subconsciously

-he don't like bitter things like dark chocolate

For Wukong

- he got thick , strong curly fur . When fluffed up texture it reminds of the dust brush

- his body temperature is much higher due to the furnace punishment

-gets headaches due to the circlet (phantom pain)

-he speak and read fluently ancient Chinese , however he got problems with modern language

-he usually sleeps with lil monkeys around

-he can't get drunk.

-monkeys take care of his fur

For Mac

- his ears are too delicate for piercings. They would hurt.

- thin , straight/wavy fur like smoke . He can't stand cold

- he can always hear past and present but future is randomly whispering to him

- he got lower body temperature (due to the shadow nature)

- when drunk he looks like a beast but he's a snuggly wuggly teddy bear

-he takes care of his fur regularly himself

For Mei (because it's lacking in other categories and I don't remember more :'D)

- When she fights she tunes into imaginary music in the background. Like Gwen from spiderverse 2

About S5

*sigh* Vent warning. not directed at anyone in particular

I am unable to put up presentable opinion on this season

Also warning to everyone that will read it

If you are here to defend/ you are touchy on subject of S5 please avert your eyes.

The season was mid at best. , script was rushed, the core of it was S3 with meek antagonist, the most evil character there was a bug demon with many eyes, and SACRIFICE was basically word for this season.

Other things I remember from it is a burnt dumpling and Nezha's mech. Oh and Wukong being useless, Mac carrying season on his back , MK being even more stupid than usual. A random guy with a pagoda and a Twink snake. Nothing else .

Let's put my opinion about the animation now :D

Flying Bark got sacrificed just like MK in this season lol

The animation was a pure nightmare, it's like Seven deadly sins Incident

And if you guys think it will get much better from that in one year (let's say for example they will produce another season next year) you live high on copium and delulu.

Our juicy yummy frame by frame animation was taken away and they gave us RAGDOLL animation.

What does it mean? -AND HERE TUMBLR DECIDED TO CRASH ON ME AND IM WRITING IT 3rd TIME :D- you know how hieroglyphs are animated? Ye, that's basically it with extra steps! HOW FUN. NOW WE HAVE PUPPETS 2D. A FREAKING GACHA FROM YT IF YOU MUST. THOSE IN SOME CASES ARE EVEN BETTER ANIMATED THAN OUR SHOW ITSELF BTW. This has it's perks! I guess. It's cheaper and easier to make episodes! :D the cons are we will no longer see good battles in the show. yay "But we saw Wukong vs MK! And snippet of Wukong vs Mac fight!" please, spare me. If you are telling me those were good fights , that is half assed animation they have no idea how works and two dots clashing with eachother you should go rewatch other seasons. the fucking disgrace and audacity.

But no matter. That i can live off, that i can gulp down.

YOU KNOW WHAT I CAN'T? THE SHEER AMOUNT OF MISTAKES ON BASIC LVL IN ART. I am sitting here looking at those colors, those lines this fucking scenography and ask- what a fucking newbie did this .

YOU CAN'T EVEN GET COLOR RIGHT

AND BEFORE ANY OF U F NERDS WILL COME TO ME AND SAY "UUU ACTUALLY ITS LIGHTING FAULT-" NO ITS FUCKING NOT.

THEY CAN'T EVEN USE SAME COLORS AS IN THE PRIOR SHOT , THEY CANT EVEN SAMPLE IT PROPERLY . BETWEEN THOSE SHOTS NOTHING CHANGE THEREFORE THE LIGHTING IS THE FUCKING SAME

IF YOU DON'T DRAW , AND HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT , JUST -

we have a shiny wukong here

What is this scene , please someone can explain to me the scenography of this

Why this perspective is wrong, the shading, the lack of lighting

Here characters don't even stand properly

WHAT IS WITH THIS AWKWARD SCENOGRAPHY ?

WHY THEY ALL LOOK OUT OF PLACE. AND IM NOT EVEN TALKING ABOUT THIS SHADING BECAUSE ITS SHIT.

HAVE THEY MISSED LIKE ALL BASIC LESSONS IN ART SCHOOLS? OR SOMETHING? LIKE THIS IS A JOKE. NO WONDER PEOPLE THOUGHT TRAILER WAS FAN MADE.

Now this- this is just hillarious.

Just add to it some dramatic intense sound effect and we have another nightmare.

The voice acting was great tho

[hokkersujinn]

Shotgun [ Sunarin x reader ]

Suna calls u when hes high again XD, but this time ur lowk fed up w it so in response he shotguns u lovingly of course.

Maybe trigger warnings; Weed, you being insecure, Shotguns, more weed. yeah.

Hokke notes; There's like references here, if you know, u know

Ding.

...

Ding.

...

Your ringtone suddenly plays.

...

Man.

You already know who it is.

You're awoken by a call, it's Suna. Letting your thumb swipe up and answering the call, you're greeted with a voice. "Hey, wanna go out right now?" You hang up, and he calls again. He's persistent when he's high.

Answering it again he greets you with a offended tone, "That was rude." this time you let him continue. "Like I said earlier, wanna go out right now?" with impatience lacing his voice, word for word.

"Alright. Where are you?" You struggle to form your words, you just woke up of course, your voice sounds disgusting right now. He tells you he's at the nearby park, one that you two frequently go to whenever times like this comes.

It wasn't uncommon for you to sneak out of your house at 2am every now and then, and its all thanks to your best friend, Suna Rintarou. You spent all your days crying over a guy, ranting about what your parents nick picked about, and basically everything with him ever since you two met. You'd consider him in the S tier rank if you were going to rank all your friends in a tier list.

Anyways enough about your friendship with him, there's always one thing that bothers you alot. He only calls when he's high.

It's not a problem- sure, however whenever you two hangout it's always you who have to plan it. Its always you who has to invite him to whatever it is you were planning that day. It was starting to bother you. He only reaches out to you when he's drunkenly high off weed.

You make your way towards the park, and you immediately spot his car parked, probably because it was the only car right now... You knock on the windows to signal to him that you're there.

He rolls down the window and you were greeted with the smell of weed and his very strong cologne, It sure made you dizzy. He unlocks the door and you sat on the passenger seat next to him, making yourself comfortable.

"Nice pajamas, nerd." He makes fun of you. That's right, you haven't changed out of your pajamas. You had plaid pants on and a random shirt with a videogame character on it, which you loved by the way. "I was asleep when you called you know." you say, trying to ignore his playful insult. His chuckling died down and he looks at you, damn he's high alright. "Sorry, but I was getting really bored without you." You just sigh and deal with the smell.

It was unbearable when you first entered but now you were getting used to it. "It's fine, it's been a while since we last hung out anyways."

Silence engulfed the car, you were contemplating whether you should bring up the topic of him never reaching out unless he's high. It bothered you much but you also want to keep it cool, you don't want to stir up any argument especially when one of you isn't on planet earth right now.

In the end you suck it up, nothing will change if you don't talk now.

"Hey Suna, why do you only call me when you're.. high?" If you could dig up a hole and sleep in it forever you would. "Why not?" He replies, it was like a sharp pang was hit through your heart right now. You were debating whether to keep talking or not, you knew you wanted a different answer than that half ass one.

"Seriously, you only call me when you're high off weed. It's starting to bug me." You say through gritted teeth, you're using all of your strength not to tweak out right now. Suna sighs and smoke comes out of his mouth, it was lowkey hot but you'll never admit that.. well not when you're sober that's for sure.

He takes a second to talk, you're expecting him to say "Oh cUz I jUsT get BorEd wHen I'm AlONe" but he proved you wrong.

"Maybe because Its easier when I'm not thinking straight." He said holding the joint in his hand. You look at him, completely off guard. "When I'm sober, I just think that you don't want me to bother you much to the point that I just let you do the first move all the time." He continues, you were grateful for an honest answer but it pissed you off.

To think that he didn't want to bother you so much that he let you do all the work of inviting him and planning the hang outs, it made you think that he didn't want to hang out with you instead. You're about to tweak out.

"Is that seriously it?" You say, giving him a look of disbelief. He nods at you, joint still in his hand.

You just feel like something snapped inside, like a character being beheaded and all their blood pours out, splashing everywhere. That's how you felt.

"Suna." He looks at you. "Did you seriously think you bother me? Do you know how many times I was contemplating to ask you to hangout? I was starting to think that you hated me secretly and I'm becoming a nuisance- Not to mention you're high right now, I feel like you only tolerate me when you're not on earth right now" Suna looks at you in surprise, "That's not true." He tries to defend himself but you weren't putting up with it. "If it isn't true then invite me to hangout when you're not high. That's all I ask for, god.."

You finally calmed down, or so you think you did. Suna leans in closer to you, and looks you directly in the eye. "Is that all you wanted?" you nod.

"Then let's hang out tomorrow, at the arcade." You were thrown off guard by the sudden invite, you wanted to but you're not sure whether it's genuine or he's just saying this since he's high. "You're only saying that so you won't feel bad about everything I've said."

Suna has had enough with you, he takes a puff out of his joint and yanks your hair pulling you closer. You were about to retaliate, you were met with an open mouth kiss combined with the smoke of weed. You choke out violently and slap him, your face was red and filled with embarrassment.

"What was that- no, Why did you do that??" You say trying to catch your breath. "You talk too much" He snickers at you, giving you a look of satisfaction.

You begin to hit him a bunch before he threatens to do it again, "I'll shotgun you again if you don't stop." You both laugh but now there's a lingering tension in the air, didn't he basically just steal a kiss from you?

Now you're even more embarrassed at the fact that your first kiss wasn't like in the movies and it was from your friend who's probably still lingering in space.

You glance at him and you see him looking out the window, his ears were red. Seems like you weren't the only one flustered from the interaction.

"Hey.. wanna do that again?"

Yeah screw it. You two can blame it on the weed tomorrow.

[bambambibambambi]

Not your usual nerd☆

Pairing: Nerd Tim x movie brat reader

A/n: I've been thinking of this for a while now actually so I decided to write it, plus I am pretty sick rn.

Also, this is kinda in your pov and his? Idk...this is not proofread I just started with a point and kept writing..I will not reread this. Ps this is my first fic..

TW: cussing, slight violence

Looking down at the man who had bumped into you, of course it had to be the loser from your class, Tim drake. Honestly anyone who even knew him would say he's your standard nerd smart, obsessed with games and that boring stuff.

"What the hell, nerd?! Watch where you're going you could have ruined my dress!" You scoffed and your eyes looked down at him with Disgust and anger like he was a bug under your heel. You glared at him waiting for him to get on his knees and apologize like his life depended on it.

Instead, he scoffed and shoved you away, making you nearly make you fall back. How dare he lay his disgusting hands on you? He's a disgusting roach god knows what his hands have touched! "Excuse me?! This cost more than your fucking life!" You exclaimed as he just looked at you up at down, rolling his eyes. Who did this freak think he was? You were used to people being afraid or admiring you not straight up dislike and even treat you with disrespect.

Tim walked away not feeling ashamed at all he was in a hurry and you were in his way. Why should he apologize? You didn't know basic human decency anyway. "GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE FUCK FACE!" You pulled him by his hood making him fall back this time on you...well that wasn't a good idea considering the fact you both are now on the floor and your ass now hurts while the weirdo was on you, by now you were thanking the gods that nobody was here to see this Atrocious sight.

You shoved him off of you and he looked just as offended as you were. "The fuck was that for?!" He grumbled irritated by your action. You glared at him once more and flipped him off, but he grabbed your nail and pulled it. "You fucking bitch." He hissed as you yelped in pain after all you had just gotten these nails done yesterday it felt like he was gonna rip your whole nail off. You didn't understand why he was so mad until you looked down on your lap there was a destroyed comic book.

It was unbelievable to you, that he got mad over some dumb comic book and tried to rip your nail off? You slapped him hard after all he disrespected you first and he won't let go anyway. After a while of bickering both finally backed off each other and stormed off into their classrooms, although they were now both late....very late.

This day wasn't getting any better you ended up in detention with him. How could someone like you ever get detention? Do they even know who your father is and what power he holds?

Sneering at the boy who ruined it all for you he was pretty calm...too calm. It was annoying you more and more as you began bouncing your leg. There was no way in hell you were gonna start writing "I won't be late ever again" 200 times. You decided you wanted some payback, slowly standing up you peered behind him looking at what he was doing he wasn't writing it either but was writing some comic. Of course, he was, you rolled your eyes at the thought. You grabbed a pen and scribbled all over his hard work with a sadistic smile while he just looked confused and tried to process what you had done. You had put too much pressure on the pen causing the paper to rip.

"You aren't funny." Tim simply said and got up, you were in heels making you taller than he was. It gave you more confidence believing you were taller and stronger than he was.

"Oh, sweetie I know I am," you say mockingly as a sly smirk appears on your lips. "Is your brain the size of a peanut as well?" Tim snapped back crossing his arms feeling unamused. "Do you even know who my dad is?" You scoffed mimicking his movements by crossing your arms as well. "Do you know who MY dad is huh? Do you think yours is special?"

You raised your hand to strike him after all he was just mocking you and it got on your nerves. Suddenly you felt your wrist being held making you unable to move it glaring down at Tim who was not gonna take any of your bullshit. As his grip tightened you swore you thought he was gonna bruise it but instead, he pulled you down to his level and with a mocking glare "I fucking dare you to try and hit me again you little shit."

You tried to pull your arm away but he refused to let go, you felt this odd sensation you weren't in charge anymore, he was. It scared you, you couldn't even move your arm. "Awh can't talk now bitch?" He continued to mock you as you looked at him in shock. Once you had gotten to your senses you used your knee and hit him where it hurt, although he ended up grabbing your knee with his other hand and now you were on one heel trying to keep your balance and ended up holding his shoulder. "Let me go." You demanded trying to get away from him.

Tim suddenly let go and you nearly fell but caught yourself. "I'm not gonna fight you," Tim stated and held his hands up not wanting to deal with this anymore, he knew if he went down to your level it would just get the both of you in trouble. "Not my fucking problem!" You exclaimed and pounced on him it was unexpected and had managed to pin Tim onto the floor, holding his arms as hard as you could. "Payback motherfucker" You spat the words out like venom, meanwhile Tim just looked to the side his ear slightly red now. "I can see your boobs.." Tim mumbled trying not to sound as awkward as he was now.

A/n: I gave up but like if anyone wants a second part I can totally write that...? Anyways byee cuties see you in the next post muah!♡

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⚠️THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXIST COMMENTS, RACIST SLURS, VULGAR WORDS, SA MENTIONED AND ISN'T RECOMMENDED FOR PEOPLE WHO GETS EASILY OFFENDED⚠️

(hey guys! this is chapter first of my OC Norman lore, and it's about how he ended being an Normie and potential feelings for someone:3)

*beep*, *beep*, *beep*....*"that annoying noise, that annoying noise of my alarm clock that wakes me up every morning Monday till Friday will end out of the window in the pool one day, Ugh fuck this shit."*

Norman opened his eyes and immediately flinched a bit since he still felt tired and completely exhausted from everything, the school, his 'friends', teachers... just everything, finally he tabbed on his alarm with his hand as it went silent, it's loud noise finally quiet, tho he couldn't go back to sleep, he had to stand up, take on clothes and go to school like every fucking day till friday, keeping that repetitive pattern he did since he was 7, great just great, which is what he did, taking on his iconic clothes that he wore everyday until it looked dirty, it was black turtleneck, red sport hoodie which is an merch of the sport club he was part of, some blue jeans he got in a thrift store and sadly had to take contact lenses on his eyes, he would have preferred wearing classes since he looks better in them and without them he feels naked, but he gotta wear them because he would get bullied by his sport "friends" for looking like a nerd, he even decided to go brush his teeth, because he had bit of time before he had to go, the mirror reflection showed the tired 18 year old highschool boy who's ginger curly hair was an mess and it's beautiful baby blue eyes completely tired and pale like the one of a ghost, which Norman didn't paid too much attention to his own appearance as he didn't wanted to impress anyone and didn't cared how he looked like after all because and wasn't trying to impress someone, it's not like he got friends, well he has 'friends' but they're mostly just teammates at sport club because welp, if Norman wanted to play sports, he needed with people, great.

*"Great, can't believe that today I gotta play with those jerks yet again, why am I even with them? I'm anyway getting tired and bored of playing sport slowly and all that those jerks are talking about is how they want to bury their dicks in pussie of the girls at school, ugh great, as if I wasn't suffering enough"*

Norman then finally took on his Adidas backpack and went down the stairs towards the kitchen, noticing his father Ray already there making him school lunch since Norman highschool gives shit ass foods,

"Ah, good morning Norman, how did you slept my little bug?"

said Norman's dad in a warm and deep voice, Norman dad looks a lot different from him, his hair wavy and dark brown woth some grey showing his wise age, the eyes were green and showing lot's of empathy that Ray has, he also has wrinkles on his face, showing how Norman dad is in his 50 and as well as an small beard, he wore an AC!DC shirt that was outworn and some grey sweatpants.

"it's fine dad, just annoyed I have to go there"

*"Why is he asking anyway? like I would somehow feel different in this repetitive annoying ass life, like something magical would happen to change this miserable pathetic life-"*

"I know son, school is an burden to manage, but you're smart and I'm sure you will manage to make it through, even if you're burden out"

*"did my dad just confirmed that school was annoying? I mean, makes sense he has Autism just like me so school is double the hell, I sometimes can't help myself but just tiny bit smile at him, at least dad had some understanding."*

"Yeah thanks dad"

said Norman back to him, taking the basic blue lunchbox from his dad and putting it into his bag pack

Norman then finally got out of his house and walked down the road of the Eltingville, he kinda hated it here, it was small and there weren't many shops that sell some books and the only one that did were miles away and would take him an hour to get there, the only close one to Norman was that Joes Shop that he had heard of which sells comics and not proper literature book's like Kafka or Dostoyevsky or even Shakespeare which Norman was shocked by, since he thought every shop sells Shakespeare's theatre plays, but that doesn't matter now since his main mission is to get to school...

*"Welp, there I'm, back here again in this hellhole of a school between these wanna be popular alpha horny ass jocks and the girls...ugh the girls, they were the worst, some of them were whispering and chuckling about me, talking about my attraction and how strong I'm and sexy while playing basketball, Pleh, absolutely disgusting and horrendous of them to think so dirty of me, like this once an blonde girl with revealing crop top and short skirt asked me out and was even flirting with me! Ugh, I couldn't scream at her or it would ruin my reputation at the school, so I had to sadly kindly decline, tho she was completely furious and annoyed, she luckily left me alone, at least some points for me."*

Norman was walking towards his school in the road, students were around him walking towards their endless suffering of a place called school, luckily there weren't soo many people so Norman was alright with it, but he managed to sometimes get overwhelmed by the people there and the surrounding, luckily Norman make it through the group of people in the hall towards his classroom, sitting down at the complete front desk in the middle since the back was occupied by the sport ass jerks that are his 'friends', preppy girls with huge ass tits that smokes cocks and have face covered in make-up. There were other nerd and normal students, which Norman didn't paid attention to them, since they weren't interesting, expect one group of boys.

*"what do I have as the first class Anyway? oh yeah, the fucking old teacher and biology, I hate how she treats me as this nice gentleman that will be great dad and find an beautiful Wife, well new flash old hag, I'm gay and hates woman, I don't like being around women since I don't know what I should expect from them...will they touch me? drug me and lie? will they lure me and rape me? hah! I won't let that happen like last time with..."*

Norman stopped in his thoughts and sighed, he hated to think of his past when he was vulnerable and abused by the only person he had and yet...."she" broke him, how could he forgave such an gruesome act "she" did to him? he couldn't, and will never forgive for what "she" did to him and so, Norman sight and mentally prepared himself for the class and hoping that the teacher will ignore him

The bell rang as then there could be heard that familiars heels...*clack*, *clack* and *clack* that irritating sound made Norman blood frooze and roll his eyes in pure annoyance, the door opened as the nice looking old lady with glasses, short grey hair and flower dress walked in

"good morning students, I hope y'all won't interrupt this lesson, since I'm having an nice day and a good mood"

said the old teacher with the 'sweet grandma' voice that made Norman just irritated, how can she be this nice but yet still treat him like some straight troublemaker who will get himself wife? ugh, he hated those types of old people....

luckily the class was somehow manageable (it wasn't without feeling bored and annoyed) since the teacher talked about sex system, animals and that we are part of and will expect all of us to have family...expect Norman, he doesn't consider himself as some lower class who will have children and be like average husband/dad, no no, he was MORE then that, he had DREAMS, an REAL DREAMS not wanting to spend the rest of his life focusing on some random girl, fuck her and then have a child and work, no no, he was more.... better then that

making it to another class, and another, and another and another....until it was luckily lunch, an 1 hour break before another one, Norman made his way through the groups of people and sat where he usually sat, by the side with his "friends" can he even call them friends at this point? let's call them rather club members, yeah that's much better, so Norman sat with his club members of 4 boys and 3 girls, which Norman felt uncomfortable by the presence of the girl's, leaning towards the boys like leeches...

*"ugh great, they're leaning onto them like some kind of submissive bitches who are asking for it, great just great!"*

thought Norman to himself and sighed, taking sip of his thermo flask in which he had an warm wild fruit tea, his favourite and his safe drink. Norman pulled out his lunchbox from the bag, opening itbup as there was his safe food, tomato sauce with macaroni and cheese, Norman calls them "Pizza Macaroni" and they're extremely delicious. He loved his dad cooking since he always cooked such an amazing dishes that managed to make Norman happy, meltdown? spicy kung pao, Depressed? an warm cup of tea and simple toasted sandwiches with extra cheese, PTSD attack? simple soft hug and an good old egg chicken rice with spring onion! Ray was just...the best dad ever.

Norman decided to do one of his favourite activities during the lunch break, which was spectating, he doesn't know why but there's something exciting and fascinating watching people talk and just think of how their life works...

*"lets see....ah Emily is talking with her friends as usual, I hear she's talking about food and the trip she was with her parents, what's that? her boyfriend cheated on her? Oh no! how sad, too bad I don't care, let's see someone else hmm, some boys talking about the tournament, some about music bands and fashion..."*

but Norman had noticed by the side on one of the lunch table 4 boy's. Pete with the red hat who was latino-american? Norman doesn't know exactly, Josh the fat ass with glasses and greyish jacket, Jerry the quite "normal" one with an green Jumper and finally....Bill, the nerd with glasses and mustard orange flannel shirt, they're named apparently Comic Book, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, Role•Playing club...geez, that's a long ass name for a club, and they don't even have a short nickname! at least Norman dad back then around the same age as them was part of a club, an Czech Metal Punk Music club, and they had an good nickname CZ•PMP, Norman decided to make himself an nickname for them since he doesn't call them by that long ass name,

the CNC aka Cliché Nerd Club, a name he had created for them some time ago

Norman could notice as the four's were talking about the same stuff as alaways, some Comics and Movie reference, to actors and sometimes there was mentioned of porn, but it wasn't as intense as his Club Members, He couldn't help himself but secretly admire them from afar, how do they manage to just talk about it and not care what other things? Norman couldn't do that, he had held this sport player image since he was kid, he held once a joy by playing sports with his friends as some form of escape from reality, but sadly.... with the puppetry that happened, his club members got worse and Norman stayed the same, until his passion for sport just...vanished, now it feels like a chore then-

"Hey Norman, wanna go and mock those four again?"

*"huh what? Oh yeah, the stupid club n*gga member is talking to me again, He always has some kind of sadistic joys bullying the CNC, don't get me wrong, at first it was fun, but then he made it as some kind of repetitive routine which annoys me because like, how can be your life so boring you have to bully nerds? I'm not any better since I'm literally listening to them talking far away, but hey! this isn't about me after all*"

"Seriously Dave? don't you have like- something better to do then bullying those nerds again?"

answered Norman back in a very specific kind of a tone that screams tired and slightly bothered

"What? I mean cmon, look at those tweets, they're literally asking to be bullied"

*"same with those girls who you fucked yesterday for wearing revealing skirt just because she asked for it huh?"*

is what would Norman say if he didn't had filter and didn't thought it through what to say, but since he had reputation to hold and actually good self control of what he says, he simply shrugged his shoulders like it was just an average day and said

"Eh, I guess you have a point, but you do the whole act I will be just behind"

said Norman, great here we go again.... bullying the CNC for the thousands of time coming right up!

Dave decided to drag his other friend Mark along with him as he was white and an athletic cocky boy, he kinda hated those boys, Norman felt like a sore thumb between them, ginger with blue eyes and wearing contact lenses, greaaat, just great, today's date could NOT get any better!

as the three sport boys arrived by lunch table of the 4 nerds, they were arguing, well expect Norman since he said he will be by by the side, which is what he did and sometimes he said bit loudly at his teammates "yeah get him" or "you're right Dave/Mark" which Norman hated, he didn't wanted to be here, he wanted to go home, read some yaoi manga or Agnes and then jerk to magazines of naked men, not here standing by the side of Dave as he was insulting and arguing with the leader of the CNC, Bill Dickey, which Norman absolutely loved, not in a romantic way but funny way, this guy was entertaining, funny and had good insults sometimes (they weren't, but Norman finds them funny anyway), Heck he wasn't even shy saying full on N*gga onto Dave, this was some business, and Norman LOVED it! Bill then said something about Dave and his family in an insulting way, calling him Fatherless wanna be Jerk that secretly sucks his teammate cocks after game and something about him being slave, which Norman could not help, but let out slight snort, shit.

"the fuck you're laughing about Norman?"

said Mark disappointed and serious, shit, Norman was ruined, but luckily he had a plan as always, he can easily just lie his ass through Mark judging stare and pretend to be just like them

"Oh you know Bill will be fucking dead after he said it"

*"nailed it, now Mark will think I'm smiling because Bill will be so dead after what he said to Dave, I should get an Oscar for being an perfect manipulative liar"*

Mark rolled his eyes and nodded, falling for Norman lie as always, but Dave didn't took Bill words lightly as he decided to add some physical actions, obviously winning since he was taller and stronger but they went far as they weren't just pulling hair and punching, no, Dave started to ACTUALLY choke him to death and Bill was trying to kick Dave off, but failing, shit it's getting serious and Mark is not concerned and the other nerds were trying to pull Dave back of, but Mark was pushing them aside! can't Mark see that Dave is choking that little nerd and will probably kill him?! shit, he had to do something, he didn't wanted his favourite nerd to end up in a nursery and worse dead, digged under ground, who then will entertain Norman without his favourite nerd with a funny lastname and insulting people?

Norman decided to take actions into his own hands and help the little nerd and as well Dave from not ending up in some prison for teens, but he does it more for the nerd, he doesn't care if Dave will be in prison or not. He walked to the lunch table and picked up those plastic and iron chairs that you could flip in one and carry it easily and store them, Norman couldn't believe what he was about to do, since this was like straight up from dream's and intrusive thoughts, suddenly the chair was lifted in the sky and...

*BOOM*

Norman hit Dave onto the back and bit head with the chair as Dave shouted

"Aghhh! Fuck! you stupid ginger cunt!"

Dave shouted and immediately let go of Bill and was touching his back, letting out hisses as Mark helped Dave up on his legs up again

*"Holy shit! I can't believe it, I just hit Dave with an chair onto his back! now that's what I call an perfect move, an solid 8.5 from me! wait- I HIT DAVE?! FUCK! I'M SOOO DEAD!"*

Mark looked at Norman confused and threatening as he then scoffed and walked away with Dave back to the lunch table with the others, while Norman was still in the shock and slight fear of hitting Dave with an chair, an folding one to that.

"What the fuck just happened?"

said Josh confused and looked over at Norman who just processed to save Bill from getting choked to death. Norman looked over at the three nerds and blinked, shit he felt suddenly nervous and confused, he never felt like that much when he did something, but this was.... different somehow, suddenly Bill coughed on the floor and tried to stand up on his legs, but his arms were bit shaky to do so as Norman suddenly helped him up

*"Wait Wait... what am I doing? why am I suddenly helping the nerd up on his legs? the fuck is wrong with me? I usually don't care for people laying on the floor almost dying but him? even with few bruises and small mark left by the choking on his neck suddenly makes me wanna help him? what....why?*"

thought Norman to himself as he found this genuinely stupid and confusing, even Pete, Jerry and Josh looked confused at Norman for helping Bill up on his legs

"the fuck you're doing you jock faggot? get off me you arrogant normie"

groaned Bill out and looked at Norman confused as he was obviously beaten up, face covered in bruises and an slight forming black eye as Dave did gave him punches, his hair an mess from pulling as well as his clothes was mess and by the neck tore a bit from Dave pulling it, shit.

"Holy shit Bill...that jerk really got you man"

said Pete and Looked between Bill and Norman, no one said anything much since they all were shocked from what just happened, Norman sighed and looked over at his table at his club members and realised he was FUCKED, now they weren't staring at him like an old pal, they were staring at him like vultures, ready to jump on him and beat him to death, which made Norman just a bit scared and have an horrified expression on him

"Uhhh hey Norman right? thanks for what you did but....why did you do it? thats like....not something normies like you do"

said the meek Jerry as Norman was frozen and didn't answered, still holding Bill shoulders as Bill just gave up trying to move off Norman, No, No No...his reputation, his career his...fame! it's in ruins! now he will be seen as the disappointment of the only thing he was good at, on this school! how did he messed up so badly?! but...why did he felt bit relieved by that?!

"Hey traitor!"

shouted one of the blonde girl's who wore blue jeans and red crop top as she was walking closer to Norman, she then thrown Normans Adidas backpack at the floor, the backpack did an *squish* sound as it fell down on the floor, it was covered in some kind of white yogurt...this was the start of a war, and Norman knew there was no way out of it no matter what he did.

"Maybe next time consider what the fuck you're doing loser! and don't you dare return back between us, you traitor and now..."

the girl reached her hand for Norman to hand over his hoodie

"the hoodie, give it back now"

which Norman slightly frozen at the gesture, damn that was...shit, he was speechless and didn't knew how to react, but then he slowly took off his hoodie and handed it to the girl as she snatched it off his hand

"You're not welcomed with us Norman, go and sit with the nerd loser's now!"

with that, she chuckled and walked away with Norman's red hoodie since it was an merch of the club.... Norman was silent, devastated, terrified and scared, he should feel hate, he should feel fury towards the nerds for helping them but...he didn't, he didn't felt nothing towards them, only to himself, he felt...glad he helped them?

"Whoaw, you really saved yourself there you normie for what? for some pity and praise from us? how pathetic"

murmured Bill at Norman as he didn't answered immediately, instead he turned at Bill and looked... shocked and glad, why? even Norman doesn't know, but one thing is for sure, he doesn't have to hang out with his ex-club members anymore, but now he has to protect himself from potential bullying from his ex-club members

and so, Norman swallowed and said:

"I don't know, I....I genuinely don't know exactly why I just did that"

explained Norman shocked and looked over at Bill who was somehow still standing and breathing bit harshly from the fight

"but.... maybe go to nursery man"

he said bit worried as well as glad sort of tone and looked down at his bag that had yogurt on it, great, that's well, great. Norman then took his bag by the sleeve and raised it up in his arm like an lady carrying her purse carefully not to get dirty by the yogurt and then proceeded to just walk away like it was an average Thursday.

another two classes were over as Norman walked home with the bag dragging it down, Luckily he managed to get rid of the yogurt during an break but it was still bit dirty and smelled badly, so he would have to clean it in a washer or by hand, but Norman was too overwhelmed and didn't had time to clean it by hand and so, as he arrived home he pulled out all the stuff and put the bag in the washer and turned it on, his dad told him how to do dishes and different kind of house chores, so he had an idea how to manage washer easily

*"Ugh, I can't believe I just hit Dave in the back with the chair, what did I thought would have happened huh? that they won't get mad at me and will accept me back with open arms like nothing happened? bullshit, you're not in a fairytale Norman, this is reality and now everyone will be an dickhead towards you*"

are thoughts that ran in Norman head as he cleaned his school notebooks and pencil case in His wardrobe where he stores school stuff

Norman room was bit of a mess and like an dumpster, clothes on the floor, old TV by the bed on a pile of boxes, old wooden drawers, bed, bookcase as well as table as he had an alright computer as well as blue poor punching bag by the corner.

His room wasn't something out of disney shows, more like the room of your average teenage boy who's into sports and classic literature

Norman sat down on the bed and let out sigh, he felt absolutely overwhelmed and devastated, but then someone knocked on his door, and he knew it was only one person:

"Linda, what do you want?"

Linda was Norman older sister by 5 years as she was 23 unemployed woman who still lived with her dad and uncle Because she couldn't find an useful house or apartment that she wanted to live in.

The door opened as the tall woman leaned against the doorframe with a smirk, her dirty blonde hair short in a some sort of short wolfcut and her green eyes glazing in mischief.

She wore an marvel thrift shirt and some black shorts, her legs and arms unshaven since she doesn't care for hygiene and thinks that woman who shave are scared to embrace their feminity

"Well hello there little leach, I noticed you put something in the washing machine, did you got in another fight and ended with dirty boxers?"

she laughed at the joke and Norman sighed

"No I didn't, I just got kicked out of the sport club, so they got my school bag dirty"

Linda was shocked and blinked

"what?! you got kicked out? my little brother who cared about his fame of being the perfect sport guy? that's not the Norman I know"

she said confused, she was right, Norman had an dream of becoming famous sport player, but now...he didn't want it anymore

"why did they kicked you out anyway?"

she asked and walked inside the teenage room and closed the door shut with her leg

"Ugh, none of your business sissy"

answered Norman bit irritated as Linda chuckled

"oh cmon Lil bro, no need to be pissy, just tell me ty kokote/(you dickhead), why your british ginger cunt got kicked out?"

she said and walked over to him with her hands in her shorts and sat down next to him, well, maybe Norman should say the reason why after all, Linda was the only woman he trusted to tell her everything since she's his siste.

"Well....Dave was choking one of the nerds, Bill Dickey, May have heard of him and so....I punched Dave's back with an chair"

said Norman tired as Linda Chuckled at the true reason for him getting kicked out

"Hah! no way, really? for an nerd? I meaaaan, kinda makes sense since you're nerd yourself, but really? Dickey? isn't that the boy you told me was stubborn and ignorant?"

Norman sighed at Linda words and stood up from the bed

"Yes Yes it is him, I know I shouldn't had done it now but- I don't know why I did it back then, I mean, I should have enjoyed him getting choked and I'm sure Dave would have stopped some time and wouldn't had actually choked Bill to death."

said Norman and let out sigh, his hand through his hair

"it's just....I don't know Linda, I don't know what's happening to me, every time I look at him I just, have this weird feeling, like I'm hungry and have an fever and that I would like to know his mindset even more."

he explained confused and looked at Linda as he noticed she was smirking, an smirk that spoke she knew exactly what Norman was going through, which kinda irritated him

"what? tell me Linda, what the fuck is wrong with me since you're making that stupid smirk"

said Norman and crossed his arms around his chest, as his older sister chuckled and stood up

"Norman Goldstein, you my little brother, you are what's called being in LoOooove"

she said and chuckled, walking around the rooom with her arms behind her

*"No that can't be, that can't be possible, am I... really in love with him? that- that's an bullshit! wake up Norman Goldstein! this isn't you, in love with Bill Dickey?, that's absurd and impossible! just because he is entertaining to listen to, has some genuinely good interests, is an huge ignorant asshole, bad but funny curses and is somewhat good looking fella doesn't mean I'm.... oh god*"

Norman suddenly realised it, he is in love with him, maybe not fully but there is slight interest...he realised he always looked at him longer than on the other nerds, always feeling slight interest and wishing to know his psychology and personality more and now, he even imagined kis-

*"No, No and NO! I- I can't be, that's impossible, absolutely impossible, He's an Homophobic asshole, there's no WAY I have some kind of chance with him, we have nothing much in common! well, I did wanted to start reading comics since it's an form of litera- oh shut up you stupid horny ass brain!"*

"Uhhhhh, my ginger rat is having an boy crush~"

teased Linda as Norman was having arguments in his head, he groaned at Linda teasing words and hiw she could read him so

"Oh shut up you stupid blonde cunt! I'm not in love with him, he's- not my type, and he wouldn't liked me even a bit"

said Norman and sighed as Linda just chuckled

"cmon Norman, I'm sure that little Dickey heart got some weakness for a ginger dickhead like you, I mean look at you! who wouldn't love you right? especially another nerd and besides, he is your type, you literally told me you have things for nerds like yourself"

*"fuck she's right, ugh why did that one time when we went camping with dad and uncle, I told her my type!? fuck, she's not entirely wrong tho, Bill Dickey is indeed Norman type in a man, brown hair, nerd, vulgar, funny..."*

"you know what sis? sure I might love him, I might have a crush on him, but what's your idea of asking him out huh? tell me then"

he said teasingly as he expected her to have no idea, which to his suprise, she smirked and began to explain:

"well firstly you boys are so easy to please, just buy an lightsaber or lego and boom! you will be happy for full years, next definitely buy him something he enjoy, something that he loves, you said some Star wars or marvel long time ago right? buy him that, especially action figures, you boys absolutely love that kind of shit, and then just process to speak some handsome words that your British mouth will say and watch that nerd boy jump into your arms and right into your bed"

finished Linda explaining as Norman blinked and swallowed, he didn't expected her to actually give some valid explanation, especially from lesbian huh, maybe they do know how to approach people after all

"okay....I guess that's how it works, but how do I start conversation with him?"

asked Norman as Linda thought of it

"Well that's bit complicated, it depends if he's neurotipical nerd or neurodivergent nerd, even tho they sound similar, there's a big difference between them, tell me Norman, do you think he's moooore normal weird or weird weird?"

*"is she seriously asking me if Bill is neurotipical or neurodivergent? I don't know him that yet to base him off, sure he does has some kind of Antisocial symptoms, but those could be just anger issues and low empathy, but who knows? I can't judge him too well, but if I had to guess then..."*

"I believe in-between, leaning more to neurotipical"

answered Norman confused as he had no idea how that would help in a bit, Linda made an shaken disgusted face, meaning it was really bad

"Uhhhh, that's not good, that's even more harder for you, but I think the best way to start conversation with him is by some accident, accidentally trip over him, be on a comic con like him, somehow a project that will make you two work together, I don't know"

explained Linda and shrugged her shoulders as she had no idea how to help Norman to become closer with Bill and potentially asking him out. Great that's amazing for Norman. He let out groan and pinched his nose bridge

"great, do you seriously think I will somehow do those things by sheer luck or something? because ain't no way one of those will happen to me"

murmured Norman annoyed as Linda just chuckled and brushed her hand through Norman hair

"give it time Norman, hey maybe the world will be kind enough and give you some opportunity to talk to him more, who knows"

which that out of the way, Linda walked out of Norman room and didn't closed after her, which Norman found very annoying of her to do and so, he got the door and closed the door, letting out an tired sigh as he was thinking about it

should he really start talking with Bill Dickey more? does he have a crush on him and could potentially ask him out? who knows, only the world shall tell if Norman will be lucky, or his life will be miserable.

[multi-fandom-friend]

Simon Riley’s little “quirks”

A/N this is just a bunch of random weird things that I think Simon does

Warnings: Just a bunch of swearing and mentions of guns

🕷️ the bitch thinks bugs are so cool. Like actually has a soft spot of all animals but bugs are his favorite

🕷️ doesn’t care what kind. If he sees one on a mission he’ll just glance at it and smile under his mask

🕷️ twirls his handgun on his finger all the time. Like no reason he just does

🕷️ the one animal he hates are giraffes. He can’t understand why a mammal has to have such a long ass neck. 🕷️ Dino nerd when he was little. When he goes home he has bins of his old Dino merch from when he was younger and sometimes he’ll take it out and look through everything

🕷️ hates babies. Can’t stand them. At all. They cry too much and they look weird to him. 🕷️ he’ll just zone out sometimes and then soap will wave a hand in front of his face and he’ll just grunt and say “I heard what you were saying dumbass.” 🕷️ actually kinda likes coffee. But it needs to have a lot of creamer or sugar or something. Won’t drink it black. Too bitter

🕷️ huge on mental health for his friends, sucks with his own. He just needs a kiss.

[donutwatches]

MHA 2.25 - Encounter - part 1/3

I have finally gotten to the last episode of season 2! It only took me...roughly 100,000 years.

You know, Ol' Chap Lips really needs to work on his social skills. It sounds like he is talking about a tacky outfit instead of people, lol. "That's an ugly purse, and it doesn't even match the shoes."

He is just jealous that the newbies all want to join Staingina George's plastics club, and only want to be around Shigaraki's Lindsay Lohan ass, because they think he's friends with Queen Stain.

It only took 20 seconds for them to try to kill each other. How is Shigaraki going to handle leading a group of villains? He has 0 self-restraint.

Everyone looks crushed, except Denki, who looks like he smoked a blunt before coming to class.

Why is this the happiest I have ever seen Aizawa? He is the kind of guy that pretends he got you charcoal for Christmas when he secretly bought you the biggest gift under the tree.

Good logic! It would make no sense to leave behind the kids that need the most help to improve. I am so happy that everyone gets to go to the summer camp together.

SHOPPING TRIP WHOO! I haven't been to a mall in years. This episode kinda made me nostalgic.

Here we can see the resident bird man regretting taking a nerd out in public. Can't take Deku anywhere, I swear.

Why is everyone attacking Deku today? He just came here to have a good time! They really hit him with 'you scare children', and 'you 're a bug', back to back. Then they DITCHED him!

OH SHIIIIII---------------------------------------------------------(garaki). Man, he has the most recognizable voice. I do not know why he is pretending right now.

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[miguellover07]

Ughhh, may I request something,well umm do u remember those wattpad nerd story (that had to deal with nerds girl who no one really had an interest,then boom someone is interested in them and they just called them ugly ass,but the nerds always weared baggy clothes and big glasses) that was popular there, well I wanted to ask

Nerd!reader(female) x rich!popular!Miguel

Highschool/college au

Who is an new kid(miguel) come to school already become popular and all the talk of the town ,he was just incredibly annoyed by all these girl jumping onto to him like an bug going toward the sun,and the fucking guys that say there he best friends,he would just shut them up,and make fun of them,he was fed up with people telling him what happening with today's drama or shit,he just wanted to had fun,I mean just because he was rich doesn't he was lazy,that's when he wanted to find an place that quiet and clam he went to the library, that where he saw reader,(who he never saw her before,he just thought she was an new kid) nerd!reader who was wearing headphones underneath her hoodie (listening to music of course) while studying,she seem peaceful,but knowing him he would just sat down next in the same table as her,

AND THE REST IS UP TO u (Idk what to do)

Always have an wonderful day😘😘😇

Study buddy

Around 1100 words, fluff, rich!Miguel x nerdfem!reader

After finally getting rid of these annoying classmates of his, he found his way to the school library.

He was already so frustrated and grumpy by them. They don't understand that he simply doesn´t care who fucked with whom or who holds the best parties.

This year he wants to improve his grades to the impossible, so only A´s are allowed. This means no parties, no drama or any kind of burden for him.

The reason is that he wants to be worthy of his parents company.

He wants them to be proud of him and inherit it to him because he deserves it and not due to the fact that he is their eldest son.

That´s why right now he's standing in the math section and looks through the books and after a bit of searching he finds the books he needs for practacing.

Luckily the math section is mostly empty except for a group who are probably working on a project together and a girl.

Before searching for a seat, he decides to regard the girl for some minutes.

Her oversized hoodie has a big image on the back which tells him that she is a fan of the same comic as him.

He sees her removing the glasses and rubbing her already bloodshot eyes and she seems worried and frustrated.

So, he decides to sit next to her, taking out his school supplies such as notebook, calculator and some pencils.

Perhaps it would be a good idea to befriend her so that he can have a study buddy and they could help each other out.

As he sits down next to her, he notices the small spider-man earrings and he can't help but feel excited because he also likes him.

Even her earphones are designed in the colour red and blue which implies that they must be customised.

She rests her head in her hands and Miguel guesses that she is either at the brick of a breakdown or just taking a break.

"Need help?" he causally asks her as he takes her notes to see with what she is fighting.

The moment he starts speaking is exactly where her song switches to another one, so in this little second she hears him right next to her.

Startled, she jumps in her chair, putting a hand on her heart "Gosh, I didn´t see you coming..."

And Miguel can´t help but find her slow reaction adorable.

She slowly takes her headphones off and sighs while blushing intensly. The new kid talked to her? And even offers his help?

No way, this must be a prank, most people don´t even recognize her which she is extremly thankful for since she has seen how the popular kids bully the nerds or basically everbody who isn´t filthy rich or at least good looking.

But she needs help or else she will fail her math class and studying alone won't get her far.

"I don't even know what I´m doing..." she would whisper embarrassed.

Humming, he starts opening one of her books and takes a minute to read himself in this topic.

All the while she puts her glasses back on to get a better sight of him.

It´s like she is looking at a model, his skin looks so smooth and his hair is so fluffy and voluminous.

His sharp features makes him so much hotter but to stop her emberassing blushing, she tries looking at the books before her.

After understanding the topic, he leans back and starts explaining it to her, without making her feel stupid which only makes her more attracted to him.

He even put his arm behind her to lean a bit closer towards her and his other hand keeps pointing to the book while sometimes scribbling on her notes.

Nodding eagerly as she finally understood what her problem was and how it workes.

She can´t help and turn to him as she gives him a tired but happy smile since this session took over 2 hours of him just explaining and calculating together.

"Thank you so much for your help, I don´t know what I would do without you," expressing her graditute while packing her stuff "Could I perhaps repay you?"

Miguel leans back and packs his schoolbag as well "How about before we start our next time we have lunch together? I´m still new here and don´t know my way around and I don´t know if you´ve already had the chance to explore our school"

Confusion is written over her face "What do you mean?" she chuckles akwardly.

"Aren´t you new here as well?" he raises a brow and is seemingly confused now.

Chuckling she explains "No no no, I´ve been in this town since birth so I actaully do know my way around, I could be your guide if you like" she puts her hand before her giggling mouth to hide it and Miguel again can´t help but find her adorable with the whole behaviour and looks.

Everything she does just suits her.

"Oh sorry, I don´t know why I automatically assumed you were new here, but yeah I´d like to have a sweet one like you as my tour guide... ugh when I think about that one of the other could be my guide, I already get a headache"

Again she can´t help but giggle at his confession and as they two stand up, she can´t help but notice the height difference which makes her a little bit nervous again. Miguel notices it immediately which makes him smirk.

"I´m Y/N, by the way" she awkwardly introduces herself as she remebered to do it at the beginning which makes it a bit awkward again but he only leans down to hear her better and perhaps to tease her a little.

"Y/N, it´s a pretty name and it suits you perfectly... and I´m Miguel o´hara" he says with a little smirk.

🕸🕷

Hope you like this one, I somehow struggled to make him seem 'more rich' and her more 'nerdy' with the set up but I still hope you'll enjoy this one, my friend <3

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: The Golden Age of Sci Fi

Robert Heinlein: now i usually tell stories over at space coven Heinlein: but i thought I'd come over and tell you a story Heinlein: about alien puppet masters Heinlein: i call it the puppet masters Barker: are they alien? Heinlein: Heinlein: oh you've heard it?

Clive Barker: ugh space coven? Barker: those guys are the biggest nerds King: i thought you said unicorn fuck club were the biggest nerds Barker: no i said they were the biggest dorks Barker: there's a difference

Barker: nerds and dorks are totally different King: what do you mean, what's the difference? Barker: let me explain it this way Barker: you stephen are a dork Barker: but edgar is a nerd Poe: now hold on there Mary Shelley: no he's right

Heinlein: I call this story Heinlein: In the Realm of the Electric Medusas, What Measure the Measure of a Man? Heinlein: it's about a space guy who shoots aliens Heinlein: with a laser

King: what kind of aliens? Heinlein: what? King: what kind of aliens? Heinlein: oh like i dunno Heinlein: big green bug-eyed slug monsters Heinlein: you know like just your standard alien Heinlein: the one everyone's writing Heinlein: the important thing is they get shot

Heinlein: you know what i love about aliens? Heinlein: you can just beat 'em up! Pow Zap! Bang! Heinlein: shoot them with a big gun!!! Heinlein: and no pinko commie's gonna tell you to stop! ha ha! yeah! Heinlein: hey do you guys play warhammer?

Heinlein: so do you guys play warhammer? Barker: no King: not really Poe: nope Koontz: uh uh Lovecraft: no Heinlein: Heinlein: oh Heinlein: do you WANT to play warhammer?

Heinlein: see what's cool is, it's both a game and a collection Heinlein: look at these cool space marines Heinlein: pretty bad ass don't you think? Heinlein: i wish they gave them more guns tho Heinlein: so i was reading about these new rare miniatures in stormbringer magazine Barker: oh my god i'm dying

Heinlein: so anyway everyone knows the chaos space marines are the best faction cuz you can access specific Stratagems using the chaos emeralds Barker: i can't take this nerd shit Barker: [weakly] mary please Barker: [weakly] save us from these nerds Barker: [weakly] bring your shiv

Barker: hey did you see starship troopers? Heinlein: hell yeah brother!!! i love that shit! Heinlein: love when they shoot the bugs! Yeah! Heinlein: i love that shit Heinlein: UNIRONICALLY!

Heinlein: starship troopers movie is so cool Heinlein: i love it! Heinlein: it's totally what i saw in my head when i wrote the book! Heinlein: they captured my ideas perfectly! Heinlein: what Heinlein: what's so funny

Barker: haha you dingus, it was a satire! they were making fun of you haha Heinlein: what? shut up! Heinlein: stop mocking me! Heinlein: I'm a serious hard science fiction writer! Heinlein: I predicted the water bed!

Heinlein: bang! pow! i love killing aliens! Heinlein: oh, you're different than me huh alien? huh? is that it?! Heinlein: where the fuck do you get off?! Heinlein: [miming gun] bang! bang! Heinlein: and that's why i'm a member of the SFWA

[creaturecomfxrts]

Dipper and Mabel pines headcanons?

FINALLY getting around to answering these! since im better at them, heres some college age headcanons that apply just as much to how i view them in the show!

DIPPER PINES

transmasc. duh. of course

parents are INCREDIBLY supportive, super understanding. hes on hormone blockers in the show and starts HRT as soon as hes able, getting top surgery and bottom surgery in his early 20s

bisexual! ran into a guy junior year of highschool and went oh GOD. this is wendy 2.0 im going to die

NERD.

LOVES board games. so much. not just dungeons and dragons and monopoly im talkin everdell, wingspan, cascadia, catan. he loves a good think. he also loves dragging everyone else into playing them with him. he always wins. almost always, anyway

absolutely adores college and everything about it hes a little freak. totally ends up being the president of a few clubs, co creating some, etc. made an occult club AND a hiking club at his college

loves doodling, loves horror. his teachers? not so much. they try not to look at the weird ass creatures he draws on the margins of his very well written homework.

probably goes into something smart. like biochem. or um. stem. im (author) is a liberal arts major all i do is write gay fanfiction.

PSYCHOTIC ASS DORM ROOM. he barely decorated it like a classic college male but has a conspiracy board and thats it. which is full of strange shit hes seen outside of gravity falls. to be fair its very well documented and somewhat neat, just…. strange decor. he lives in a single (introvert)

COVERED in tattoos, but always abides by the suit rule (all tattoos need to be able to be covered by a suit to be professional. he knows this bc hes a neerrrrddd). he has really sick sleeves of runes and other occult like things hes found interesting. he has cipher related tattoos as well and also even got ford to design a few.

he has PROMINENT eye bags. he will never fix his sleep schedule

ended up working as a summer camp counselor for a while right outside if gravity falls! the kids loved him but he couldnt stand the heat and bugs all the time so he only did it for a summer or two

even after turning 21 he doesnt actually drink that much, hes a craft beer enjoyer and likes to make it himelf (Much later in life)

ALWAYS stays in touch with mabel. if anything happens in either of their lives you better BELIEVE theyre already on the phone with eachother

medical marijuana card holder

smokes to help eith his anxiety. it works WONDERS

coffee drinker but actually Does put cream and sugar is coffee. sometimes. other times hes too tired and just thugs it out

MABEL PINES

THE number one it girl ever

NUMBER ONE TRANS ALLY EVERRRRRR she loves her brother so much

pansexual!! she loves cool people, thats her motto

went to a fashion design school, is loving it despite drowning in work

began dying her hair in cool ways through highschool, now she always has some of her natural color present but goes a little crazy on the highlights

found out about huge dangley joke earrings. went absolutely crazy. has an entire space on her desk dedicated to her many many earrings. she has babies, knives, bags of doritos, aliens, glow in the dark ones, anything you could imagine.

fantastic at fashion design. stuggled a lot with the fancier stuff but her teachers were floored when they let her go wild on casual comfy wear. she excells in combining fashion and comfort in really exciting and colorful ways.

a party girl through and through, loves clubs, raves, concerts, anything!

video game lover as well, cracked at pvp games.

still boy crazy, just less so (has had like. 10 college boyfriends)

literally the sweetest friend ever. she loves hosting movie nights and tea parties (bc who wouldnt. theyre awesome)

tea drinker, loves floral teas with honey

HATES. black coffee. a starbucks frap girlie 4ever

has been scouted for modeing multiple times and only accepted when it was a commercial with puppies

love love loves making friendshio bracelets. knows all the patterns, all of her friends have a hefty amount of a bunch of different ones because she just keeps making them

anywwy, here you go! i love these two so much, i hope ive done them justice!