#not including my lecture at 9am

[jakeabel]

mondays suck so bad bc why am i out fucking around for 9 hours. let me go home

[yellowistheraddest]

today i ruined my chinos walking in mud, so yet again capitalism has struck me and now i have trousers that are appropriate to wear on silly ecological trips

[flashbangstars]

I loved your ‘NCT Dream as your roommate’ so much! The scenarios really suit them. For some reason I really wanna see a continuation/part 2 of it of what it would be like if they were your roommate and caught feelings for you or some type of them confessing thing that they caught feelings for you by being your roommate XD

first of all thank you!! I really do appreciate it :)))))

Nct Dream as your roommates P2 (finding out they have feelings for you edition)

Mark

it all happened one day when you guys were doing laundry together

you pulled a sweatshirt of his out your laundry bag and when he asked why you had it, you responded with "I don't know, I think you left it in my room plus it smells good"

he in that moment actually giggled like a little school girl

but as soon as he registered he did it, he literally ran from the laundry room saying he had a last minute assignment he forgot for class. like clothes still on the ground

for the first time he closed his door and locked himself and literally paced back and forth now because he was realizing that HE LIKES YOU>??

but now it was weird because beforehand he wasn't weird with you, but NOW how is he supposed to face you?? he can't just be in the same room as you????

he now for the last couple days has been avoiding you, but also you are acutely aware of it because usually he is in your bubble 24/7

so when you knock on his door saturday night and hear him actually scream in his room you kinda scream too

and then you both are screaming and he opens the door and then you're screaming at each other it's a whole ordeal

when you both like come too you are now hysterically laughing at each other

he kinda stop and stares at you and just plainly says "I really like you" and just smiled

and you stared back and simply leaned in and he pulled you towards him pulling you into his room

and you both finished all the laundry the next day including his sheets

Renjun

he already knew he felt some sort of feelings towards you and it was troubling but he hid it pretty well

if he could keep up the room mate besties facade for the entirety of the lease you both held he would be fine

but now it was getting so fucking scary, like like like like you spend so much time in his room, and like around him, he severely underestimated this situation

he would still hoard your hair products so you would have to come into his room and he cherishes the time, even if half of it is you bitching at him for taking your things, it's an endearing bitching

he is a bit repulsed by the way he is almost obsessed with you, but he still manages to wake up every morning at 6 am (the time you wake up everyday) and will make you both coffee and come sit in your bed while you're at your vanity and will listen to your sleepy voice talk about the things you have planned for the day and keep track of when you say you are coming home

the straw that breaks the camel's back is when you come in one morning bitching at him and he turns around to you bitching at him

but bitching at him, only in a towel like 7 inches from your face it's like you know the inner struggle he was going through because of you

so he did what any logical man would, he kissed you, and i mean it effectively stopped your bitching, but now you were also kissing him back and like what the fuck does he do after this

Jeno

when you started wearing his sweatshirts as a house hoodie he kinda only slightly went insane.

he went even more insane when jaemin texted him asking if the he had finally made a move on you since you were wearing his sweatshirt to your 9am chemical engineering lecture.

what did he mean make a move/??

.... was he that obvious.....

what the hell why didn't anyone say anything, WHAT THE FUCK

when you were away during the day he went into your room and found literally 6 of his sweatshirts neatly folded on the edge of your desk that you didn't use

He swiftly excited and had the ignore the butterflies that were fucking rampant in his stomach

when you came home that night and brought home food for the both of you two he felt so babygirl, like tucking his hair behind his ear n shit

the desks you two have, facing each other was proving to be so fucking detrimental to his mental health, he can't peering over his screen to watch you work, and you are too oblivious to the world to notice it so he can deadass do it for 10-15 minutes

Accidentally, he might've actually been making it too obvious, because one day when he walked into the kitchen shirtless and you looked at him over your coffee cup face red and went "you know you aren't super subtle, and I do think you're hot if you're wondering"

he almost passed out, like had to grab to counter type shit

and when you passed him and went "you know we can talk about this, I'll be in your room" and his knees actually buckled trying to run there

Haechan

since he moved in he doesn't really leave you alone, and nothing really changed. like he still follows you everywhere

he thinks he started noticing it around the time that you had become immune to his constant clinginess

when you were sitting at your desk and he draped himself across your back and wrapped his arms around you, you didn't flinch, it was like a part of him died a little bit, but then it also made him want to push you a little bit more

so he started getting in bed with you and the morning when you were still there, and not stealing all of the covers, and wrapping himself around you before your alarm went off again signal you actually had to be up

surprisingly you went along with it, sometimes even tangling a ankle with his or flopping over onto him to turn the alarm off

you've both spend an alarming amount of time together that your entire friend group had a running bet of how long it will take for you two to get together

one evening when you had made dinner for you both and handed him his plate, he leaned over and kissed you on the cheek saying "thank you baby"

and that's when he got you, your face flushing and the tips of your ears bright red, turning away to the sink

you turned around arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed "NOW WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT" spaghetti plate now long forgotten on the counter behind you

"BECAUSE I LIKE YOU AND YOU WON'T NOTICE

"and you couldn't have just told me?? I like you too dumbass, no need to fucking pounce on me in the kitchen

"what.. what do you mean you like me too"

Jaemin

He really enjoyed the silence that came with your relationship, you both knew each other's schedules like the back of your hand

he sometimes will wait outside your door when he's bored to see if you are too

he prides himself on the fact that he knows a ungodly amount about you, ; your coffee order, your favorite convenience store snacks and the tampons you like from target

until he realized that's a little weird.... especially since you are just his roommate until he realized that it may be because he sees you as more than just his roommate

the coffee cups that you would put his name and the heart over the I (that you usually do, but he likes to think that he is special)

but now when you guys do silent work in the apartment he starts to slowly move closer to you

tuesday it was him in his room and you in the living room

wednesday he was in the kitchen and you the living room

thursday he was in the living room on the floor and you on the couch

friday he was on the couch on the opposite end and you the other

and on saturday his head was in your lap on the couch while you were reading and he was reading

and he realized then, that he was terribly infatuated with you

but since you seemed to not care about the infatuation, he leaned into it.

spending more time with you when you were home, and also kinda borderline stalking you while you were on campus

after three weeks of borderline stalking you, he asked you out on a date while you both were working, and you took your eyes off your computer screen squinted, and then replied yes with a nod and went back to working

Chenle

when he had told you that he liked your room better because of the decorations, you started coming in and putting up decorations onto his walls and putting little trinkets on his shelves

and one day as you were putting up posters he caught himself smiling like a idiot watching you struggle with the hammer

Him watching you organize the little things on the desk and wiping down the surfaces

one of his love language is gift giving so he started picking up little things and gifts he would find when he was out to bring to you and leave in front of your room like a weirdly rich crow

you literally stopped telling him things you like because he wouldn't stop just buying them for you

you settled for him just buying your coffee in the mornings from the shop below the apartment

he makes up the volume for the both of you so now he likes to brag about your achievements to others as if they are his own because he doesn't think you do enough bragging

He now makes it a mission to involve himself in your business, he makes sure you tell him about your day once you get home and will help you with the laundry now just so he can spend time with you

he loves grandiose measures so he decided that the way he was gonna tell you he liked you was going to be the same

he had cooked your favorite food and had bought wine for you both and even brought out the good plates for it

when you got home you dropped all of your things in the entryway and lowkey cried a little

and he panicked because like TEARS?

but he did end the dinner with a girlfriend so he wasn't complaining

Jisung

He had just recently been getting use to your presence and actually liked it

he didn't care that sometimes you left empty coffee cups at the shared desk you have

he didn't mind that sometimes you walked into the bathroom while he was showering to get ready

and he really didn't mind that you would come into his room to keep him company when he was working on homework

he didn't really ever have a ton of friends who were girls so it was new to one going to living with one and he is glad it happened to be you

he now waits for you to come home and will act like he was just watching tv coincidentally at the same time you come home... everyday..

you and him get coffee every wednesday between your classes and catch up on whatever you haven't talked about in the apartment

and then he will pick you up from your afternoon class and walk home together from class

he knows he really likes you, he is so so so so aware of it, like so painfully aware

he knows it when he will specifically buy the la croix you like (yeah fucking la croix) when he is at the store and he doesn't even drink it

so he tells you the way any logical man would

he sends you a text while you are in your math lecture, did you drop your phone when you read it? yes.

you have your read receipts and when you read the text and didn't respond he almost passed out

and then when you showed up to the cafe on wednesday after you math lecture he almost shit his pants when you sat down and asked if you two were dating now

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i really love when yall send asks because it literally gives me ideas, pls send some more im so damn bored

[starlordcumidk]

New Kind of Love

~chapter 1~

word count: 3.2k

notes: slight ooc, reader wears glasses, this is an AU of TASM!Peter where he is a fraternity brother. reader is portrayed as rude/stand-offish. reader is a tad neurodivergent. playful banter. please read this knowing that i am a newer author and the plot is based on a song.

warnings: not proofread, minor cursing? does that count?

Enough of "Love Lite"

And "I Can't Believe It's Not Love!"

Monday, October 21st, 2024.

School started back up eight weeks ago, frat, sorority, club rushs and event posters making anyones head spin. There were at least forty parties that happened just in the first six weeks of school, none you attended. Right now, the school was setting up for their next pep rally, big decorations all over the place, even in Siebert’s courtyard. 

Empire State University was known for its largely populated campus, even for a private school. Truly, the scholarships they offered were the biggest reason anyone was able to go. Those from out of state were even encouraged with extra offers, you included. 

You have been living rather normally, even with the hussle and bustle through the dorm halls every night, your favorite being the RA catching the girl down the hall with two gallon size ziplocs with coke and her boyfriend naked in the hall in the middle of September. 

It was refreshing, almost. Being back in New York always puts an extra pep in your step, especially after a very long, very hot, very southern summer spent back at your parents house. Not only was it over one-hundred and five degrees most days, the humidity was consistently breaking the ninety percent mark.

Even though you weren’t as lucky this year with housing and got the road facing room, six floors up— with a broken elevator nonetheless– you were comfortable. The room was decorated meticulously, just the way you liked it. Warm lighting from lamps, the big light never on, a rotary fan at the foot of your bed. Perfect.

The cool seventy degree weather was a welcome breeze as you opened the window, allowing yourself to get the dry, definitely polluted air into your lungs. Looking down at the road, even though it was nowhere near as beautiful as the courtyard, filled you with excitement every single time. It was a beautiful swarm of colors, bright jackets and scarves creating a moving mural with the fresh morning sun.

I missed this. The thought floods your senses as you feel your first genuine chill of the year.

This was home. Being surrounded by tall buildings, loud and awful people, hagglers and one very fit red-blue spandex hero, was comforting. Back home, there were no heroes to swoop in if you were threatened. Spider-Man was always a welcome guest, and you’ve definitely seen more of him these past few months than before. 

Maybe your paranoia was bad, but the idea of a sticky-gross-web man sweeping in and saving you made those thoughts calm down. Even if you thought the idea of being part spider was less than exciting. 

It was Monday, all of your aggravating and mundane classes were scheduled for this morning. It took effort to get dressed and go to your first lecture, but eventually you did.

As you walked across campus, you messaged back and forth with your close friend who still lived in your home state, so many thousands of miles away. 

Delilah: girl u have to go out and make more friends. i’m tired of being your only one. you: you know that isn’t happening right now. people find me too abrasive and that makes it hard enough as is. Delilah: ok well maybe be nice to people babe ? you: ehhhh not really my thing but maybe i’ll try for you < 33 Delilah: u better !!!!!! Delilah: hugs n kisses < 333 i gtg, reed is here you: it’s not even 9am so idk how you’re already at it with him… have a good day lilah.

You shake your head at the quick interaction and feel a moment of missing her before shoving your phone back into your pocket and taking a deep breath. Opening Dr. Howards lecture doors and seeing that you’re the first to show again, a small smile graces your lips as you make your way to your seat. 

It’s not long until the small, bubbly, blonde seventy-year-old woman walks in, big binders and a mug in hand. Following her are more of the students, none of which you know or care to know. You look away for a few minutes to gather you notebook and pencil to scribble nonsense notes to try and dissect later. 

And the lecture begins. 

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Peter, frankly, was over everything. He was the one who had to organize where people would be sleeping, how they’d fit into the chapter house and he even had to argue with the stupid underclassmen asking why he was the one with a private bathroom. Being in a frat was tiring, he was only here for the scholarship and housing opportunity. 

It was always the same, but luckily this was his last year he had to be involved with it. 

After this year, his bacholers in hand, he could just worry about graduate school. Everyone and everything outside of bioengineering and Spider-Man would wash off of him. His hands clean and life lonely, just as he liked it to be- with the exception of May. 

Even if one fleeting conversation leaves him enamored with the wrinkle of your nose, the way it caused the inner corners of your eyes to crease. He hadn’t been this way since highschool, it was scary and unwelcomed. Something he’d rather kill off and walk away from, but every day in the courtyard or the times you happened to be on the Q train at the same time as him, the weird adrenaline rush would light him on fire.

Mondays, Wednesdays and select Fridays were the worst. He was sure of it. 

Environmental Managment, a dumb class, but he took it to get his credit hours up, hoping to balance out his GPA…. Somehow, you were here too. Almost like a curse, he has to look at you from the back row of the class, the closest seat to the back entrance. You sat alone, front and center of the lecture hall. You were always there on time, which urged him to be too, it gave him extra time to stare. Even with this, he was never sure of your name.

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The teacher was droning on about some mudslide somewhere in California, babbling about the random effects it had on the surrounding citizens, the heavy rain that caused it. Your pencil was etching into the paper lazily with each slide. 

A small timer went off which indicated the end of class, but before you could react there was a loud clap and Dr. Howards mic was turned on. She only used it for important announcements or when the frat boys in the back wouldn’t shut up. 

“So, this semester is going really well. Many of you are keeping your grades and positivity up! But, we still need to discuss our final exam.”

A symphony of deep groans sound from the back, you feel your eye twitch at it. 

“Thank you, boys.” A pause and a glare, “Anyways, I have decided your final will be a presentation on a hypothetical scenario. In groups of two, that I assign, you and your partner will have to decide on a catastrophic event, it can be any of the ones we have discussed or any you find in your books. After picking the event, choose the setting, it can be close to home or even Australia, just make it realistic. No monsoons in New York. You two must decide how devastating it is and how the community will recover. The groups are in the class Canvas. Take care! Go Otters! Excelsior!” She closes her laptop and is out of the room before anyone can complain about her groupings.

You are quick to start thinking over ideas, most of which are tornado-centered. You’ve never experienced one, but the movie Twister was a classic at home when you were little. Quickly, you write down some ideas, tornadoes, hurricanes, mudslides…. 

You pack your books away and look into the list the professor had composed on your phone, scrolling through too many names before your gaze lands on yours next to… oh no.

Peter Parker. 

You feel dumb for a moment, you hadn’t realized he was in this course let alone the same exact class as you. Turning around to look for him, it’s hard. The cluster of bodies was too big to just be pairs discussing their ideas.

Then, your eyes meet a messy mop of brown, leaning over a laptop and the same sweater from back in summer all the way in the back. You feel nervous just looking at him, but you swallow the hard lump and start towards him. Of course he’d be all the way in the back, surrounded by sport and frat bro’s. 

With a deep breath, you tap on his shoulder. It causes him to jump, and for a moment he looks as nervous as you feel, but it disappears quickly and is replaced with a smile. 

“Hey, I know you.” Peter says it with a warm tone.

“Yep. Uhm… we were partnered for the project?” You say it coolly, staring down at him.

“Ah- so that's who you are, huh?” He tilts his head, slowly shutting his beat up laptop and leaning back in his chair. He says your name a few times under his breath, as if reciting it to himself. 

“Uh-huh….” You nod, something weird stirring in your stomach at the timbre he uses when whispering your name to himself. “So, what days are we meeting for this thing?” 

“Uh- we could use the free period on whatever days you want. As long as it isn’t at night, I have a job.” He shrugs, looking up at you and his smile falters. 

“Monday, Wednesday and Friday it is then.” You decide, grabbing the paper you scribbled ideas on and hand it to him.

He takes it and looks it over, his brows furrowed for a moment before looking back up to you. “We can’t meet today, but if you give me your number I’ll look these over and text you.” He is so soft spoken compared to the other frat guys around you, it is almost shocking.

“You have my school email. Use that.” You shrug, your tone almost rude as you speak. “Sorry, I mean- just email me about it and we can talk Wednesday….” It’s kinder this time, but the tone correction feels embarrassing.

“Oh- okay. Sure thing.” He nods and starts to gather his things around, looking you over before slinging his backpack over his shoulder, you couldn’t help but notice the skateboard sticking out from it. “See you then.” He says your name then he is gone, quickly leaving to go wherever he needed to be.

—-------------- <pbparker@empire.edu 

Sent at 2:27pm 10/21/2024

Let's do the hurricane and Louisiana idea. Meet me at the library at 12:30. 

Peter B. Parker

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Wednesday, October 23rd, 2024

You walk into the library, your eyes scanning the large area. Peter and you had agreed to meet on the first floor for ease of finding one another, but he hadn’t specified if he was at a table, a computer or in a private study room. You groan at the fact you never asked for any more specifics.

The building had three levels, ground floor was all peer-reviewed journals, textbooks, anything that was used for research and could be ran through scribbr for essays, the middle floor was dedicated to fiction and had very limited stock, only a few of the books were actually worth a read, the top floor was just old archives, nothing that was allowed to leave the library. 

It was a very tall, circular shape. Each floor visible from the entrance, glass sidings and the small tables or armchairs pressed against them. Red and gold quotes painted along the walls. Your personal favorite was by Madame Curie, it was directly above the checkout desk.

"One never notices what has been done; one can only see what remains to be done." 

Slowly walking through the shelves, looking at each and every table and bean bag, you can't seem to find that stupid mass of brunette hair and slushy posture anywhere. In all seriousness, you’re getting angry. Had he stood you up? Was he running behind after he set up the whole meeting in the first place? 

Just as you were about to give up you felt a hand fall on your shoulder, a breeze of honey and pine enveloping your nose. 

“Finally, I found you!” Peter's voice was easy to recognize, especially with how sweet he smelt. 

You turn and look up, giving him a skeptical look. “Where are we going to study?”

He took a moment before pointing at the private study hall, his smile smooth and easy to take in. With a quick nod, you walked towards the hallway, looking in each room to decipher which had his items in it. To your delight, it was easy. Every other room was filled with people, some studying, others playing some tabletop games. You walked in, sat at the empty seat closest to the computer and started pulling your notebook out. 

He was right behind you, closing the door and settling in across from you. In one foul swoop his legs were propped on the table and he leaned back a bit. “So do you really think this assignment is going to take ten weeks to research?” He sounded so… carefree.

You respond with a shrug, looking at the page on natural disasters. 

Peter hummed a small ‘mhmm’ and drummed his fingers on his chest, staring at you. “So, are we gonna challenge ourselves and use just our textbook as a reference?” A small smile.

“That's dumb.” You scoff and put your book aside, logging into the school computer and doing a quick search for Louisiana and scrolling through its map, trying to find the city to zone in on.

“Oh. Okay… uhm….” He sits forward, dropping his legs and leaning forward, craning his neck a bit to try and get a peek at the screen.

“New Orleans is probably a good one. Super populated, a staple for tourists. It would be a big tragedy for it to get destroyed.” He pointed at the spot on the screen, his tone still just as warm as usual.

“No, too predictable.” It comes out like an insult, and you internally kick yourself.

There's a pause before a defeated sigh and he points out another spot on the map, it’s random and his smile is gone now. “What about there? Grand Isle?” 

You take a long look at it before nodding and writing the town name down, looking over at him with a forced smile. “Cool.”

“You know, we’re gonna have to talk like real people eventually, right?” It’s frustrated and a bit.. sad. Another internal kick.

“Listen I-” you pause, not sure of how to put it at first, “I’m not good at talking. Never have been.” 

“Yea, I’ve noticed.” He shrugs and pulls out the most beat-up laptop you’d ever seen. “But, that night in the courtyard you seemed pretty chatty.”

The memory flashes in your mind and you touch your nose, your new pair of glasses hasn’t arrived yet. “It was a momentary lapse. Probably won’t happen again.”

“Why not?” He stares intently, a stomach turning, heart flipping look on his face as he asks.

“Why would it?” You stare back, your hands starting to fidget with your jean pocket.

“Cause we’re friends now.” He spoke so nonchalantly.

“Not friends.” A groan

“Oh come on, you’ll learn to love me eventually.” His voice was soft and he brought the backside of his fingers against his chin, batting his eyelashes.

“Eh, doubt it. I’ve had enough of love lite.” You said it, genuinely grossed out.

There was a moment of silence, the buzzing LED above you making you think you won Peter's yap battle.

“What?” It came out after a hearty laugh, one that felt like it had to come from his stomach.

You roll your eyes, looking into Grand Isle, writing its population count down as you respond. “Don’t worry your pretty head about it.”

“So you think I’m pretty?” He gasps, his hand pumping in the air as if he’d won something.

A shiver runs down your spine but you don’t let it show. “Sickening thought. Thanks, Mr. Aracnophile.” You grimace, making a fake gagging sound even though deep down you were enjoying this stupid conversation with him.

“Oh ew- never call me that again. What did I ever do to you?” His hand flew over his heart, squeezing his pullover with a dramatic gasp.

“You haven’t shut up since we got in this room.” You looked him in the eye, an almost unamused expression on your face outside of the small smile that was fighting its way past your ever slipping mask.

Peter is quiet for a moment again before rolling his shoulders back and sighing. “Got you pretty chatty though, didn’t I?” A shit-eating grin and a teasing tone accompanying his words.

You go to speak but nothing comes out. He did get you chatty. For some reason it makes your face heat up and you roll your eyes before looking back at your computer screen. “I’ll look into the town, you look into the likeliness a hurricane would destroy it?” 

He nods and opens the laptop, it has several cracks in the screen and duct tape holding a few of the plastic parts down. You take a mental note not to ask about it right now, but maybe later. 

The next hour progresses quickly, handwritten notes torn out of notebooks and stacked neatly into a pile in between the two computer screens. There are a few sneezes and quick exchanged glances while you work, but you ignore it. No reason to think too hard about it. 

As you start to type a few sentences into a digital outline, your phone buzzes, indicating your next class would be starting in twenty minutes. You sigh and start to boot down the computer. Peter lifts his head, looking at you and furrowing his brows a little bit. 

“Got somewhere to be?” He says your name so smoothly, you almost miss that he said it at all. 

“Yea. My next block of classes is about to start.” You shrug and sift through the different notes he and you had written, letting your eyes graze each one to see what’s what and how you should organize it in your folder. 

“I can take those.” He gently taps the top of the papers and you’re reluctant to hand them over. It was hard to say yes, because what if you needed to double check them and retrace your steps before- “I’ll scan them and send them to you after work tonight.”

A wave of relief washes over you, and you nod, letting his hand take them from you. “Sounds good, Spider-guy.” You say with a tight lipped smile and start to leave the study room. 

“Hey, wait. Let me walk with you.” He calls out to you but you put your earbuds in and pretend you didn’t hear him. 

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<pbparker@empire.edu 

Sent at 3:06am 10/24/2024

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Here you go, just as I promised. Oh, also, here’s my number, you know, if you want to be a normal 21 year old someday. Also, can't meet Friday. Something came up.

See you soon, trouble.

(xxx) xxx-xxxx

Peter B. Parker

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[disabled-dragoon]

Now that I'm on the verge of officially leaving (read: supposed to be graduating, highly likely to be failing) university, I feel it is only fair to share with you all some of the best (/s) accessibility moments that I have experienced over the last 3 years in this godforsaken place.

Let us begin:

Every. Single. Lift. Is. Different. There were at least 3 different "hold button to work" lifts in one building and two of them were consistently broken.

The main/most reliable one was broken for half a term and they didn't even so much as put up a sign to notify people.

Another takes you down half a flight of stairs. The door release buttons don't work. The up button doesn't work inside of it. The down button doesn't work to call it. More than once I had to get out and struggle up the stairs just to reach into the lift and control it from the outside. Absolute nightmare. This is the only accessible entrance to a certain classroom. Every other entrance is endless staircases.

Why are the lifts DIRECTLY at the top of the staircases and behind a set of heavy pull doors. This does not seem safe.

The library was made into a partially one-way system after the initial covid lockdowns. The front door was automatic. The exit door was not until about 2 months ago and had not 1 but two heavy pull doors that had to be opened. And it was broken for the longest time before that.

Someone tell me why to get to the "accessible" entrance of one of the classrooms I genuinely had to leave the building, go around to the other side and wait to be let back in in the rain because students can't access the door from the outside. Feel like this is one of those rare times I would have rejoiced at the "push to work" lifts. This is a computer suite.

One of my lectures was in an art lecture hall down two very steep staircases. The disabled entrance is outside (again), behind the exit staircase, and is not very clearly signposted at all.

Also on point 7, apparently (!!), the damn thing routinely gets stuck?? A passing lecturer had to open it for me then spent about 15 minutes on the phone to maintenance to report it AGAIN.

STOP PUTTING MASSIVE PROJECTORS IN THE ONLY WHEELCHAIR SPACE IN THE WHOLE ROOM. THEY ARE TWICE THE SIZE OF THE WHEELCHAIR AND IMPOSSIBLE TO MOVE.

They've been restoring one of the oldest buildings now for 2 years. Which is great- it's a gorgeous building- but the scaffolding cut off a lot of access, including the main, most wheelchair accessible doors, and the car park that can be used to be bypass the uneven pavements.

Bikes chained and left on ramps that VERY CLEARLY state not to leave or chain bikes there

The PCs that were specifically supposed to be given up for disabled people, and were kitted out for people with various disabilities, never had keyboards. Just a monitor, a mouse and a tower. People used to unplug the keyboards when they thought they weren't being used and put them in different PCs. God knows why.

Disabled bays are not reserved bays. They are not extra bays for security cars, or buses, or the grounds keeping truck. They are disabled bays, for disabled people. Use one of the other 150 spaces available on campus. Leave our 4 alone.

Also just making university students pay to park on campus is evil. What do you mean they can't even use the car parks until 5pm. Lectures start at 9am! Not everyone lives on campus!

Wide open cupboards in the narrowest of hallways.

One of the disabled bathrooms is behind an incredibly heavy rolling folding door that keeps falling off its tracks so it doesn't close properly.

Tiny triangular disabled bathroom on the opposite side of the building to the lift, despite the "regular" bathrooms being next to the lift. Had to partially fold my chair to get the door to close.

People congregating on the only ramps to leave the building, chattering away, then getting pissy with me when I ask them to move so I can actually leave. There are no loitering signs for a reason, people. Read them.

[leftnotright]

A TEXTBOOK EDUCATION

"This will be a skill-building experience. You've had it too easy. You've had your Family name to back you, and your Right Hand at your every call. It's time you learn to carry yourself, to build from the ground up." Dino Cavallone, the Cavallone Don, fresh out of high school. Reborn, the deadliest hitman of the modern era, has a special kind of torture up his sleeve for his dear struggling student. Dino will have to see how well he handles alienation, isolation, and worst of all, class participation. “Now, go on, my useless student Dino. Let’s continue your education.” (Or: Reborn sends Dino to Australia. It goes better than he could have ever hoped.)

Parings: N/A Characters: Dino (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Vic Hunt (OC - Original Character), Reborn (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Romario (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!)Cavallone Famiglia, Enzo (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Original Characters Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, University, Pre-Canon, Financial Issues, Fluff And Angst

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

CHAPTER 2: WAKE ME UP WHEN IT'S ALL OVER

Dino groaned as he rolled over, wherever he was sleeping was incredibly uncomfortable - He let out a screech before he hit the floor with a wheeze. 

Dino lay on the floor and stared up at the ceiling, slowly piecing together where he was exactly. The realisation made his mood plummet, the Cavallone suddenly regretting even waking up today. His body hurt and he was sweating despite having slept in the open. Australian heat was a goddamn joke and he wasn’t laughing. 

Dino heaved himself up onto his arms, ignoring how his shoulders and neck ached. He looked around and found Enzo still napping peacefully on a throw pillow, probably after abandoning Dino in the night.

His phone was buzzing on the table, the screen lighting up with an urgency. Dino reached for it with great reluctance, wondering what the hell Reborn had done to him in the time he was unconscious. 

Calendar reminder: EDST1000 LECTURE 9AM

Calendar reminder: EDST1000 TUTORIAL 11AM

Dino blinked and looked at the time. 11:05.

“Oh my God-”

Dino ran to his luggage, stripping his clothes as he went and tore the suitcase open. He took a moment to take in what was in his luggage and grappled with his knowledge of school as an entirety.

Dino didn’t know civilians, but he knew school well enough. He had spent thirteen years in it, after all. First impressions were important, they set the tone of the person. Dino couldn’t count how many people had immediately tanked their reputation at the school after only the first day - Dino himself included.

“Not thinking about that,” Dino winced and grabbed the outfit that never turned him wrong when meeting new people. 

He was sweaty and kind of stank from not showering for two days, but he didn’t have time to do more than wash his face, brush his teeth, take his pills, and drown his seeping pores in enough cologne to cover the smell of fear. 

Dino ran back to the living room where his files and books were stacked on the coffee table, blindly making a grab for the haphazard pile he knew to be university-related and all his textbooks. Romario had packed Dino’s briefcase and Dino stuffed it with everything he thought he could need for his first day at university.

Dino glanced at the clock and let out a screech of fear, 11:10 he was practically missing the first class of the semester. Dino grabbed his whip and after much palming around for an ample-sized pocket, shoved it down the back of his pants, grabbed his key and ran out the door.

Dino was so happy he had studied the university map last night, able to make a beeline from Western Road to Second Way. He looked from his phone to the door numbers, nervously counting to room 212 and screeching to a halt when he found it.

The Cavallone coughed and straightened his clothes before pushing the door. It had been a five-minute run from Dino’s dorm, his shoelaces had not withstood that and made their fury known as he took a step forward.

Dino of the Cavallone, for the second time that morning, hit the ground with a bang. 

“Ow,” he groaned and slowly pushed himself onto his elbows.

Needless to say, every one of the students were staring at Dino, as well as the class’ instructor who came over and helped him to his feet.

“You okay?” the woman asked, dragging him up by the arm.

“Uh yeah,” Dino uttered slowly and gave a sheepish smile as he grabbed his briefcase off the floor. Thankfully the clasps had held in the tumble. Small victories.

“Good, go sit down. You’re a bit late, but we’re just doing introductions today.”

“Okay,” he nodded and then looked to the class to find a chair.

It was then Dino finally got a good look at his classmates and realised he had made a horrible miscalculation. The young men and women in his class were sitting comfortably in their chairs, fighting off the heat with singlets, crop tops and t-shirts. They wore shorts and skirts, one girl wearing a nice yellow sundress. They were wearing casual clothes. Civilian clothes.

Dino suddenly realised he should have looked outside his window before he had run to class in a full suit fitting a Don. 

“Sit down please, and what’s your name?” the instructor prodded, pulling out what he imagined to be the class roll.

“Dino Cavallone,” he answered quickly, before sitting down next to the girl in the sundress, the only available seat left. “Hello.”

“Hi,” she answered nicely, before turning forward as the instructor began talking again.

“Okay, everybody, back on track. We were going through assessments.”

Dino rubbed the back of his head and went about setting up, realised he forgot his laptop and pulled out a paper and pen. 

Class seemed to both crawl and go too fast. Dino spent most of the class only half listening to the instructor and using the projected powerpoint to field a context of what was happening at any given time. The language lessons from his school were thorough since they were designed for future leaders, but Dino had barely passed that with a fifty-one. So it took all his focus just to understand that he had three tasks for this class: an essay, an exam and a team task.  

The instructor explained the task ‘Engagement: Lead And Follow’. She spoke fast, but Dino felt he got the basic frame of the assessment task. He and two other students together were to plan and facilitate a presentation and instruction. Basically, they had to teach a class on a certain topic for roughly fifteen minutes. 

Dino, with his heavy accent and flimsy hold on English, winced. He’d have to rely on his team mates a lot for this, maybe he could just write the slides and they could do the talking?

“Everyone will need to talk for at least three minutes each,” the instructor announced and Dino felt his hope break.

No, no, it's okay. Three minutes will be fine. He can talk for three minutes. In English. He can do that.

The next slide was a layout of all the topics for discussion and in what order they’d be going in. The topics themselves seemed to be segregators, things that divided people. Dino felt he was missing something to this lesson. 

The first was ‘age’ - the instructor was going to take that one next week as a model. Then came gender, sexuality, social class, race and ethnicity, and then a revisiting of race and ethnicity from the instructor. There were more topics after the mid-semester break, but they seemed to veer a bit from what Dino understood and the instructor flipped to the next slide.

The next task was an essay, Dino baulked at the full slide and leant forward, taking his time to slowly read through along with the instructor. After that was a standard exam, with an emphasis on the readings and weekly content.

“I’m going to read out the lesson topics, raise your hand for the subject you’d like. If we have too many to one you’ll have to fight to the death for it.”

A quiet, sensible chuckle came from Dino’s classmates and he echoed it quickly despite missing the joke…they wouldn't have to actually fight to the death would they? His time under Reborn may have warped his standards.

“Gender?”

Four people raised their hand. There was some quick discussion and one person backed down.

“Sexuality?”

Two people raised their hand. The instructor looked around a moment longer before making a note.

Dino shifted in his seat. When should he raise his hand? Two were already gone, he only had a few left that he was any sort of comfortable tackling. He should just go, get it over with, bite the bullet- no wait don’t say that you might summon Reborn.

“Social Class?”

Dino jolted and raised his hand. Two others did too, two girls on the other side of the room. That was his team. That was fine, he could work with that. They seemed approachable enough. 

The blond girl in his team looked to each of her teammates and smiled when she saw him looking. Dino smiled back as nicely as he could.

The next slide came and with it some quick instruction. As the teacher finished speaking the room moved, startling Dino for a moment before he moved to follow the flow.

His classmates were forming their groups for the task and pulling out their phones. Dino followed suit and crossed the classroom, briefcase in hand and pulled a chair out to sit at the table with the two girls who would be his teammates in their first task.

“Hi,” the girl with blond hair smiled. “I’m Jessica Cheng.”

“Dino Cavallone,” Dino reciprocated, feeling a bit calmer at the simple, easy conversation. 

The third of their team sat up then, realising it was their turn to talk. This girl had short black hair and Dino wondered if she had any more sleep than he had last night, seemingly in a state of dozing. 

“I’m Vic Hunt,” she introduced and moved to rest her arms on the table. “So what socials do you guys have?”

“I have Snapchat,” Jessica offered. “I have Messenger too.”

“Oh, I have Messenger, we can use that,” Vic nodded.

Then the two girls turned to Dino and he resisted the urge to shrink down at their expectant looks. Dino didn’t have any social media aside from a direct phone number, he never had time to do any of that anymore and Reborn had all but slaughtered every distraction during his exams. 

“I can have Messenger?” Dino offered placatingly, and when Vic squinted at him he realised he must have said that wrong.

“Sure, it’s easy to set up,” Vic said, not letting him dwell on the slip up too long. “It’ll be good to have that anyway. There will be more group projects in the future.”

“Yeah! I’ll set up the group chat,” Jessica smiled and reached for her computer, tapping away. “We can add you later when you’re set up.”

“Okay,” Dino nodded and watched as Vic leant around Jessica’s screen to point out her profile to be added.

“I’ll see you next week, everyone,” the instructor announced and people began to break off from their groups or walk out as teams.

“I have to go,” Jessica apologised, gathering her stuff and shoving her computer into her bag. “Please try and get Messenger. Talk to you soon!”

Dino waved as the girl hustled her way out of the room, looking at her phone with some bus timetable open on it. He turned and smiled reflexively when he saw Vic standing with her bag in her hands, staring down at him with a lazy expression.

Once again, Dino wondered if she was tired. Or maybe high.

“Do you want to get lunch together? We can set up your Messenger while we’re at it.”

Dino blinked, before his eyes widened and he fumbled to his feet, nearly ramming the back of his knees into his chair.

“Yes, okay, yes,” he agreed quickly.

Vic stared at him for a moment before she huffed and let a little, polite smile come to her face. They rounded the table and were one of the last to leave the classroom.

“What d’you wanna eat?” Vic asked as they made it back to the main walk, students bustling about.

Once again, Dino was reminded about how horribly he had overdressed. Even the instructors and lecturers were dressed in less. 

Vic herself was in shorts and a large t-shirt with some kind of faded band logo on it. Standing next to her, Dino must have looked like he was trying too hard.

Dino tried to ignore how his ears burnt and just kept his head down. 

“Do not know,” he answered, before realising it would have been better to blend the words to make it more fluent. “Anything.”

“Fuckin’ ‘ell,” Vic cursed suddenly and Dino nearly stacked it yet again. 

A spike of panic hit Dino in the stomach at the rough tone that burst from Vic. Had he already screwed up? Barely five minutes of conversation and he had already pissed off the first person who had tried to talk to him outside of their job? That curse had been sharp, a grating sound he swore he had heard time and time again over the years- But it was off?

He whipped his head around and stared at the young women who wore a disgruntled expression. 

“Don’t do that to me. ‘Anything’. Now I have to make a decision and I’m shit at that!”

If Romario heard the way Vic spoke, Dino was sure he’d go into cardiac arrest. But despite her cussing and expression, Dino saw her open body language and the way she lilted her voice. She was trying to be…funny. Over exaggerating. 

Okay, Dino could work with that. Funny is good. Funny is friendly.

“Sorry,” he apologised lightly and saw her turn to him. “Anything, really.”

Again she cursed and put her hands on her hips, looking around now they had stopped at a large space full of stairs and the smell of food. 

“The uni’s next to a shopping centre so we’ve got some choice. You wanna eat here or at the food court?” 

Once again, Dino was asked to make the choice and he gave a weak shrug. Vic rolled her head back.

“Fuck it, we’re getting KFC,” she decided and set off on course.

Dino followed quickly as they walked further down Wally’s Walk and beyond the university’s grounds. Vic seemed to know her way, so Dino let her lead, looking around to get a grasp of the area.

“So, are you an international student?” Vic asked, drawing his attention.

Dino turned to her and pieced together her words, “Yes, I am- I’m from Italy.”

Vic blinked before she hummed, seeming to catch how he was slowly working with his fluency.  

“That’s cool, I’ve never been to Italy. What’s it like?” 

What was Italy like? Dino tried to think of a way to succinctly summarise what his Italy was like. Mafia, debts, hitmen, Reborn .

“It’s…Busy.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve seen videos of those roundabouts. Your traffic looks like shit to drive in,” Vic said and they crossed a road with a group of students. 

Dino looked to the building the traffic was being conducted towards, a large building with the word ‘Macquarie’ suspended above in bold letters. They walked in and Dino was immediately inundated with a low roar, screens flashing and music coming from three different stores.

“Have you been here yet?” Vic asked, and Dino realised she had been watching him since they entered. 

“No,” he answered slowly, withholding a wince as a group of young men quickly sidestepped around him. “Not yet.”

“It’s a pretty good place, got good shopping and a Woolies,” she explained as they got on an escalator down. Dino frowned and tilted his head, not recognising the last thing she had said. “Wait, is that only in Australia? Woolworths? It’s a grocery store or something.”

“Oh,” Dino breathed in realisation, “A grocery. Okay, thank you.”

Dino needed groceries, his kitchen was empty. And a lettuce, Enzo simply would not go another night without his head of lettuce. 

Dino pulled his arms tighter to his body as he followed Vic through the food court, ducking around chairs and people with trays. Someone stood up from their table and Dino gasped as their chair hit him right in the shin. He spluttered in surprise and backed away until his foot caught on a child’s toy car and Dino went head-over-heels to the floor between two families having their lunch. Thankfully, nothing was damaged.

“Oh holy shit,” Vic yelped with a sympathetic hiss, running back over to help him to his feet. “You okay?”

“Yes,” Dino assured weakly, wondering if he should bother getting up at this point. He had met the floor three times in so few hours, at his rate he was going to be better acquainted with the floor than any of his classmates. “This is fine.”

“Yeah, nah, get up,” Vic snorted and grabbed Dino by his arm, hauling him off the floor. “Nothing broken?”

“Pride,” Dino murmured under his breath and Vic gave a scoff of laughter that seemed to bubble in the back of her nose like a backed-up engine. 

“You’re having a bit of a shit day, aren’t ya?” Vic noted lightly, and Dino was hard pressed to deny it.

“Yes, a small one,” he sighed as they finally left ear-shot of the families Dino had interrupted. “Everything is, uh, confusing.”

Dino hadn’t even known he was going to be in Australia three days ago, let alone attending a university there for four years doing a double degree. He was still trying to find his footing - which was honestly the only familiar part of the situation. Reborn seemed to thrive off of putting Dino in precarious and humiliating circumstances.

“Well, you’re doing great. If there’s any time to fuck up, it’s now when the stakes are low and no one cares yet.” 

Dino smiled at her attempt to lighten his mood. They came to a stop in a queue and Vic pulled out her phone again, humming in thought.

“What you gonna get? I’ll pay for it since you’re having a shit day.”

Once again, Dino was stuck with the growingly familiar cocktail of confusion, embarrassment and a sprinkle of fear. He took a breath and calmed down, this he could do. There was a whole segment in his language class on how to order food - even if it had been designed for Michelin star restaurants and not ‘KFC’. 

“I’ve never been here before,” he said slowly and purposefully and resisted doing a fist pump when he remembered to blend ‘I have’ for fluency. “What do you recommend?”

By the time they sat down at a table, Dino had remembered how hungry he was. The last time he had eaten was on the plane yesterday night before the plane had landed, and even then Reborn had stolen most of his meal to ensure ‘vigilance’. 

“So you’ve never had KFC before?” Vic asked, shoving a chip in her mouth. “Neat I guess. You’re probably healthier than me. This stuff has enough sodium to season the sea.”

Dino took a bite, and maybe it was the hunger talking, but he might have enjoyed it too much. Reborn would have been appalled, but Dino was just happy to eat without having to fend off those tiny devil man hands.

“I do not choose my meals. The kitchen cooks them,” Dino admitted between sips of fizzy pepsi. 

Vic stared at Dino from over her burger for a long moment, before she tilted her head and said, “So, you’re like some rich kid?”

Dino looked up quickly. The Cavallone certainly didn’t have the Vongola’s coveted Intuition by any means, but any mafioso worth his salt knew when they had somehow pissed off a woman. Dino didn’t know what he did, but he felt like he had entered a minefield.

He chewed the inside of his cheek. Maybe he was overreacting. Maybe this was just some trauma stress response after spending so much time around Reborn. That’s it, maybe it’s just PTSD: Reborn edition.

Was Dino rich? In the sense of the Cavallone, certainly. He had possessions and the Vault, but financially? Dino was barely scraping by. He had bills to pay, debts to fulfil and interest to return on. These days, years , Dino certainly did not feel rich.

“In a sense,” he admitted nonetheless, because yes. Dino comfortably resided in at least the 10%; he had an estate, chefs, maids and an entire mafia Family under him - even if the entire thing was slowly sinking under him. “It’s…Complicated. Messy.”

“Oh, cool,” Vic said plainly, suddenly very calm and unaffected. She looked almost drowsy again. 

Dino swallowed and decided to steer the conversation well clear of his family or finances, partially because he was fighting back another burst of anxiety just thinking about it. He wondered if Romario would answer this time if he called to talk about the ledger-

“We are going to get Messenger?” Dino asked and he put his phone on the table for them.

“Ah yeah,” Vic pulled her chair forward and wiped her hands on a wet tissue from a foil packet. “So yeah, it’s just an app. Are you okay to download some stuff? You’ll have to set up an account.”

Dino took a moment to notice that Vic didn’t say ‘yes’, she said ‘yeah’. It seemed to be a more colloquial, casual variant. It had two distinct beats, ‘ye’ and ‘ah’ for an airy ‘yeah’. He made a note of it.

“Yeah, okay,” he said and opened his phone to the app store, a sight he hadn’t seen since long before his exams. Sometimes Dino still mourned his Flappy Bird score. “What do I need to download?”

Vic leant over the crumbs of her lunch and guided Dino through the download and setup of his account. He paused, however, when he saw it asking for his name. Dino Cavallone was a Mafia Don, he couldn’t give out his name so easily, Reborn would have his head.

“Do I need to give my real name?” Dino asked carefully. “That is uncomfortable.”

“Yeah nah, you can just put a nickname or make up a username.”

Dino hummed and decided to just go with ‘Dino Cav’. There were prompts for further information, but Vic told him to ignore anything he didn’t want to answer. Dino decided that his birthday wouldn’t hurt and quickly filled it in.

“Oh you’re February fourteenth,” Vic noted idly, sipping her drink. “How old are you?”

“Eighteen,” Dino answered, before watching a mournful expression take Vic’s face. 

“This bitch is older than me, fuck,” she whined lightheartedly, “I’m May sixth.”

Dino took a moment to find May in Maggio before he said, “I will try to remember.”

Vic blinked at Dino before a hopeful little smile took her face. She quickly dropped her gaze and returned to Dino’s phone, telling him that she was going to add him to the project group chat.

Dino watched Vic for a moment, remembering her impulsive smile. He supposed he wasn’t the only one here out of their comfort zone; this was a new space for everyone. Everyone was trying to make new relationships in university - it was a whole nother step in their lives, afterall.

“And you’re in,” Vic said and pushed his phone back across the table. 

“Thank you,” Dino said and looked at the chat, seeing Jessica had sent a wave emoticon before going offline. He swiped around and found his homepage feed, a list of people he ‘might know’ scrolling across the top. Dino decidedly did not know any of these people. “Can I talk to you?”

“Ain’t we?” Vic laughed.

Dino blinked slowly, crunching through the abbreviation.

“Sorry,” Vic apologised quickly and shook her hand as if to wave it off. “Uh, yeah, sure. Try and add me.”

Dino moved his phone slightly to the side as Vic set her own in front of him, her profile up on screen for him to try and find. ‘Vic Hunt’, Dino typed the name into his search bar and scrolled until he found the familiar face among the rabble, and sent a friend request.

“Got ya,” Vic hummed and accepted the request. “Cool, neat. I guess if one of us misses class we can ask for notes now, huh?”

“Yeah!” Dino agreed, looking at his ‘Friends’ list and feeling a bit too accomplished at seeing Vic’s name written there. 

First day at uni and Dino already has a friend! This was going so much better than pre-school, or primary school, or lower secondary, or upper secondary school! 

‘Vic’ Dino read again, remembering all those ‘Victor’ and ‘Vincent’ he had seen when scrolling. Dino had used an approximation of his name too.

“Is ‘Vic’, uh, short?” Dino asked, quietly excited that he was the one inciting conversation this time. 

“It’s- Yeah,” Vic uttered shortly, drawing back in her chair a bit as she dropped her eyes to her emptying Pepsi can. “It’s short for Victoria. Victoria Hunt.”

Then Vic looked at Dino and said, “But I go by Vic, thanks.”

Dino nodded his head in understanding. There was something going on there, but Dino had neither the emotional bandwidth nor the linguistic strength to handle that kind of conversation right now.

“Vic,” he echoed in acknowledgement and got a smile in response. 

Dino shifted in his seat and scratched his nape before he said, “Dino is short Bernardino .”

Vic blinked, “Bernie.”

Dino withered with an utterly disgusted expression, “No, thank you.”

The laugh that jolted out of Vic nearly made Dino jump, it was loud, came from the chest and was full of teeth in a way Dino thought only Squalo Superbi could pull off. Nonetheless, Vic continued to titter and cackle until she calmed down, showing her hands in surrender.

“Okay, no Bernie.”

“No Victoria,” Dino reciprocated, and tried his luck at a playful glare afterwards.

Vic snorted into her drink. It seemed to work. 

“Oh yeah, I haven’t even asked the basic uni questions.” Vic leant back in her seat and gestured her hand at Dino lazily. “What’re you studying?”

“Bachelor of Business and Bachelor of Primary Education, major Economics,” Dino recited easily, having read that line obsessively well into the morning. 

Vic’s expression alone told Dino what she thought about Reborn’s choice of degrees. Her nose was scrunched up in disgust and she seemed to almost lean away from him, eyeing Dino in a new light.

“Hate that,” she decided and Dino let out a pathetic laugh.

Yeah he did too. But it would be useful. The better he understood business and money, the better off the Cavallone would be. It was the education part he couldn’t see playing into anything yet. 

“And you?” Dino prompted, drawing Vic out of her theatrics.

“Bachelor of Arts, Bachelor of Primary Education. Majoring English.”

Vic tilted her head and regarded Dino for a moment before she asked, “Do you live in the village?”

Dino blinked, “Village?”

“Macquarie’s student housing, that gated-off place?” 

“Oh!” Dino uttered, making the connection and desperately shoving the information deep in his brain. “Yes, I live in the village.”

“Cool, me too. We can meet up easy then.”

“You live in the village?” Dino repeated, furrowing his brows a bit in confusion. “Foreign?”

“Huh? Oh, no,” Vic clarified quickly, “I’m from Sydney, grew up in this area too, actually. My parents sold the house now that I’m in uni. Moving up the coast to Newcastle to be closer to family.”

She shrugged a bit, “With the moving and the travel time, it’s just easier to live in the village. Too much going on at once stresses me out.”

“That is fair,” Dino agreed.

Dino’s phone that was still sitting on the table lit up suddenly and buzzed with a notification, the growingly familiar calendar prompt taking his screen.

Calendar reminder: ECON1020 LECTURE 1:30PM

“I have to go now. Class,” Dino said apologetically, getting to his feet as he started gathering his wrappers and trash. “Thank you for the lunch.”

“No problem,” Vic shrugged, and grabbed her trash as well. “Have fun with economics . Let’s try and talk tonight to figure out our project.”

Dino smiled and clutched his phone tighter, before nodding his head politely. 

“Goodbye.”

“See ya,” Vic hummed and waved as she made her way through the crowd.

[lindsaystravelblogs5]

Days 10-11   Our first Two Poles

Thursday

Alas, we missed out on breakfast.  We didn’t wake up until just after 9am and breakfast finishes at nine.  Fortunately, coffee and pastries are available in the Deck Nine lounge until 10am so we didn’t exactly go hungry.

After the grand announcement last night, our visit was a really big deal.  The ship stopped about two hundred metres short of the Pole of Inaccessibility while the outside helicopter deck was set up with a huge array of bubbles and nibbles ready for the celebration.  Then we moved the last few metres and stopped again with a fanfare and the blowing of the ship’s horn.  The captain made a great little speech, and we all toasted the achievement.  There was a giant group photo and lots of cheering and dancing - I think everyone had a wonderful ‘Sense of Occasion’ - probably even more than we expect when we reach the North Geographic Pole tomorrow.  I think moments like this add a lot to our travels - like ticking off the most southern, western, eastern and northern points of Australia.   Some things are unique and there can never be another ‘first’ at this location – and we were there and part of the historic 'first'. Never to be forgotten.

There were a couple of lectures in the afternoon before the recap.  I was disappointed that we only got a short presentation about the North Magnetic Pole and for me, it answered very few of my questions and raised a few more.  The presenter was a young Australian scientist and he did well, but was only allocated a few minutes, with little time for questions.  We spoke with him afterwards and it seems that they are not doing any further lectures on the topic – a great disappointment given that visiting the North Magnetic Pole is half of what our Two Poles expedition is all about.

Friday the Thirteenth – and all is well - thank goodness

We made it to breakfast in plenty of time this morning and what a beautiful morning it was!  Cold but clear and quite beautiful.  It is the last day that the sun will set (momentarily) at this location until next year but it seemed to skim the horizon all day until it rose gloriously toward our evening.  It transformed the seascape, turning the greys into brilliant contrasting whites. Quite beautiful.

We were stationary for a few hours before the helicopter went off to scout for a good floe where we could all go ashore.  They found a huge one close at hand and when they returned, the crew set up hot food and drinks on the helicopter deck for a celebration around 10.30am.  We all went out on deck in minus eight degrees, all rugged up in our Ponant parkas to celebrate, and have another huge group photo taken – as well as thousands of smaller group shots.  The Chinese passengers have an endless supply of flags and banners to demonstrate their patriotism as recorded in countless photos - not just countless but countless more.  The ship moved the last mile to today's position of the North Magnetic Pole and there was much music and dancing, and setting off of flares, in celebration of another big achievement for an hour or so before the ship moved a little further to the icefloe that had been scouted for our ‘landing’.  During all this, the scheduled 9am lecture had been announced, deferred, rescheduled, cancelled, rescheduled and finally cancelled for the day.  (I am writing this at around 2.30pm ship’s time – a little after dawn local time - so there is still plenty of time for more changes yet.) There weren't any!!

We went out for a walk on the ice but it was very cold and after a few more photos (including numerous more group shots and many thousand more Chinese photos) and some hot drinks and delicious soup, we retired to the warmth of the ship.  The whole afternoon was available for people to wander the perimeter or join organised ski-walks but we decided to stay snug inside.  Wandering around a couple of acres of snow with little to do was not all that attractive to us when more entertaining options were available.  (Actually, the perimeter in the afternoon was much bigger, maybe 5- or 6-hundred metres in diameter, but it still didn’t tempt us.  Doing nothing in a bigger area is not so different from doing nothing in a more subscribed area.)

Heather is first/second on the left - depending on whether you could half people as one or zero.

We watched some of the foolhardy souls who braved the chilly water, and much chillier air, to do the Polar Plunge – but having done it in both the Arctic and the Antarctic, we felt comfortable about letting this opportunity pass us by this trip.

Leaping from the ice to the water makes quite a splash!

The ice has been absolutely spectacular this afternoon.  Sparkling crystals, fantastic shapes and contours, blinding whites and grotesque shadows, stunning geometric patterns and colours beyond belief.  It’s just ice, but how beautiful ice can be with its endless shapes, textures and patterns – utterly delightful to watch and contemplate.  And when the ship is churning through it, the cracking, crashing, tumbling of giant slabs of ice is just as exciting as the sliding, smooth, repositioning of the thin ice is calming.  Slithering over or under other sheets of ice, creating waves that freeze instantly as they wash across other ice, piling up chunky balustrades of blocks around the borders where one floe breaches another – it is a never-ending kaleidoscope of beauty beyond compare or comprehension.

We are now at 86 and a bit degrees north and heading for a full day at sea tomorrow before reaching the Geographic North Pole on Sunday.  What an experience!!!

[askyvonnehealthwellneas]

National Laser Institute -Laser Tech Certification Review

National Laser Institute is a national recognized cosmetic training facility offering certifications in cosmetic laser training and other medical aesthetics services. The course consists of one week online, video lecture with trainers from the school. Class began at 9am and ended at 6pm in my time zone. One hour lunch and several breaks were included. This first week is called didactics. We…

[lonniiechen]

Hey guys!!! Another day another blog! Today my day started earlier than usual. I got up at 8AM and headed to Kerckhoff at 9AM. I was at Kerck until 11AM. Afterwards, I headed to Yoshinoya for lunch. I got a teriyaki chicken bowl which was delicious. I had lab at 12PM and then headed to lecture afterwards. After class, I took a one hour nap in my dorm. My head hurt a lot today. I got boba with a mentor and had pizza for dinner. Quite delectable. Anyways my night including selling water and pizza on frat row. Frat row was super dead tonight though however it was fun. I had another jammed pack day today but it was very rewarding and fun.

[dyketennant]

sorry this got buried in my notifications but thank you for tagging me (❁´◡`❁)

aziraphale:

1 - i love reading and collecting pretty books (+ vinyl records)

2 - i also get very excited about sweet treats and will go to great lengths to get them

crowley:

1 - he's just like me fr fr i wear a lot of black and dress up no matter where i'm going (i Have to be the hottest sluttiest person in the 9am lecture)

2 - when i like you i will follow you like a lost puppy and give you literally anything you want

ummmm tagging any of my good omens pals who want to do this (if you're seeing this, that includes you)

Good omens tag game

Name two things you have in common with Aziraphale and two things you have in common with Crowley

More reasons to love them!

Crowley

1.- Taste for black clothes and... I WANT TO BELIEVE that I look good too

2.- I love Aziraphale Dramatic

Aziraphale

1.- I love books

2.- Stubborn. Really stubborn

No pressure tags: @fearandhatred @bildads-shoes @harbinger-of-existential-dread @di-42 @sayeverythingwillbefineplease @littlekhaos626

And of course, open tags!

[physicsphddiary]

2023/01/20 - Friday

I had about an hour of sleep last night. I woke up at 8:40 for my 9am TA. I'm very stressed now I don't like it.

The TA went quite well. There is their lecture right after but a few didn't go because they said it was useless. They feel like they are being treated like children by the instructor (us TAs just lead the lab and mark people). Surprise surprise. Next week is a tutorial so I will include some bonus question that's a bit more thoughtful than "make up a story to explain these motion diagrams" these guys are 18-21 dude what.

I got buns and stuff for the coffee hour. I like doing it because it means everyone knows me. Makes me happy to make them happy.

I talked to the guy at the company about the bike. Gonna sort it out. They are in the GTA so worst that happens is I just go there and swap the bike.

New shoes came they are really nice. I'm going to try to sleep now.

Cassi

[michaelgovehateblog]

Completely forgot it's advent calendar time now, here is a reminder to open day 1 of your calendar today lmao

[fingertipsmp3]

The penalty for making me scan 23 pages of feedback is that most of it is going to be upside down or sideways

[yuta-nakamots]

Pandora’s Box - N.Yuta (Teaser)

Pairing(s) - Soccer!Yuta x Female Reader

Genre(s) - Fluff, University!AU (more will be included in the full fic)

Warning(s) - None (I don’t think any are planned for the full fic but I will be sure to note any that end up being included)

Summary - Yuta was one of the best offensive players on your university’s soccer team yet his defense was just as strong. Namely, his emotional defense. It became a personal goal of yours to break away into his heart and score points in your favor.

Word Count For Teaser - 1.2k

Estimated Word Count - 6k

Estimated Release Date - July 2022

Author’s Note - This fic is based on one of the requests I got in my first event when I reached 1k where Yuta is a moody soccer boy that only shows himself to the reader who is also a soccer player. Not gonna lie, I’m really just projecting myself through this fic lol but people always say write what you want to read

Taglist - ​(send me an ask or message if you would like to be added. or fill out this form if you’d like to join this general taglist!)

Written for the Quarter Life Shenanigans Collab hosted by @ncteaxhoe​. 

Prompts: “I have a term paper due tomorrow but the cafe you work at after college is the only 24 hour cafe with internet,” and “I want to take a shower so you should probably join me, to save water you know.”

After the little incident on the field, you start to notice Yuta like an Easter egg, hidden in plain sight. On Monday, when you entered the classroom for your 9AM business ethics class, he was sitting on the other side of the room with his phone out. The seats had always been arranged in a circular formation to allow for discussion and as you took your seat, Yuta was almost directly in front of you. There was no way he had always sat there. You had this class three times a week and had six class meetings already yet you don’t recall ever seeing his face.

Yuta momentarily glanced up at you taking your seat, the two of you making brief eye contact for a second, though he looked away, turning his attention back to whatever was on his phone. You were still perplexed by his appearance in this class. Perhaps someone took his seat and he had moved to this one. Sometimes that happened in your other classes and you begrudgingly took up a different place in the room. Yeah, that’s probably what happened to him.

Most students streamed in a filled up the remaining spots in the circle while the professor started his lecture. Today’s focus was on profit margin and the professor started monotonously introducing the topic of buying low and selling high. It was common sense, really.

You found yourself falling disinterested in the lecture and allowed your eyes to wander throughout the room. When your gaze fell upon Yuta, it was startling to be met with his that was already on you. Now it was your turn to avert your eyes from his piercing stare. This type of interaction happened a few more times throughout the hour you were forced to listen to examples of net profit calculations.

It was quite inconvenient that Yuta chose the seat that he did since whenever you relaxed and forgot about his dark and foreboding presence, he came into view again. When the lecture drew to a close, you breathed a sigh of relief as he swiftly left the room. The stifling feeling that had gripped you throughout the class finally began to fade and you made a mental note to never again sit across from Yuta.

Later in the week on Friday, you were halfway through your shift at a small cafe, just a block away from campus. Due to its close proximity, it was frequented by your fellow university students so you shouldn’t have been surprised when a certain person entered the shop. Already preoccupied making another order, you didn’t pay him much attention but your hands became shaky as you felt the unsettling sensation of someone watching you.

“One medium green tea frappe with a caramel drizzle,” you heard him order while finishing up the drink you were working on. It may or may not have been on purpose that you took a while unscrewing the lid of the blender and pouring the contents out into a cup. But regardless, Yuta’s order went to another barista and you were happy to have avoided the awkwardness of calling his name and handing him the drink.

After your coworker had finished making his order, you subtly watched him take a table near the back of the shop. That particular spot was coveted by many since it only seated two people and had access to the outlet in the wall next to it. As he pulled out a laptop and charger from his backpack, you wondered just how long he would be staying since it was already nearing 6PM.

Yuta left from the forefront of your mind as the hours dragged on and you got lost in the repetition of completing orders and cleaning the equipment. The two other baristas working were entertaining enough with the rumor they heard about one of their professors doing drag at a local gay bar.

Before you knew it, the end of your shift was approaching and the employees taking the graveyard shift arrived. You double-checked that you had clocked out properly before taking off the cafe apron and throwing it in the laundry bag. Upon exiting the bar from the side door, you were surprised to see Yuta still at his table nestled in the corner.

He looked the same as when he first sat down all those hours ago, except he now wore glasses and had a collection of empty cups next to his laptop. He came in around 6PM and was still working at 10PM. You wondered what Yuta could possibly be doing that he kept himself holed up in the cafe for so long.

As you held the door open for your coworkers leaving behind you, Yuta looked up from his computer, his interest piqued by the motion behind his screen. Your eyes caught his, just as they did during class, though this time you could see exhaustion painted ever so clearly in his expression.

“It’s already ten o’clock,” you called out to him, walking over to his table, “what are you doing here this late?”

Yuta let out a heavy sigh which you could only assume was laced with his stress and lack of energy. “I have a term paper due tomorrow but this cafe is the only 24-hour cafe with internet near campus. So I’m stuck here, pretty much.”

“You don’t have wi-fi at your dorm?” you inquired, the thought of being a college student without internet access in their accommodations utterly horrified you.

“Apartment,” he corrected. “I do have an okay connection there, but my roommates slow it down a lot because of all the stuff they do.”

You couldn’t really imagine what a group of guys had to do in order to slow down their connection so much that Yuta felt he had to go elsewhere. Especially to work on a school assignment on a weeknight. That seemed inconsiderate of his roommates but you knew you weren’t in any place to voice these thoughts to Yuta. “How much longer are you planning to stay?”

“Maybe just another hour or so, I’m almost done,” he shared. “Why? Do you need me to leave or something?”

“No, I was just curious,” you blurt quickly, not wanting to provoke his thorny personality when he was already worn out. “I guess I’ll see you in class tomorrow?”

Yuta looked down at his laptop and sunk into the seat, “yeah, probably. If I actually wake up and get there in time.”

“I can take notes for you if you end up not making it,” you offer.

He perked up at your words. “That would be nice. Here,” Yuta picked up his phone from the table and held it out toward you, “send yourself a message from my phone so you have my number.”

You typed in your digits and sent a smiley face before handing the phone back to him. “Good luck on your paper,” you encouraged, “and hopefully see you tomorrow!”

“Thanks,” Yuta answered curtly while returning his focus to his assignment.

On your walk back to your dorm, your thoughts kept drifting to Yuta. It was clear that you haven’t broken through his shell but you had his number now. Surely that was progress, right? Why were you even trying to make progress in the first place? He’s only a classmate and not even a very sociable one. So why were you still so drawn to him?

[bo0zey]

my friend who doesn’t have adhd and just wants an adderall perscription: i definitely have adhd like i never pay attention and i’m such a procrastinator omg lol btw i’m at the library studying and doing homework that’s not due until 3 days ugh what are you doing have you started studying yet we have those worksheets due tomorrow remember and it’s already 6pm! omg what do u mean u haven’t started the paper yet it’s literally due in 3 hrs omg no it’s ok i’ll just send u mine bc i’ve been working on it all day haha and omg i’m trying to pay attention to the lecture can u stop talking to me why r u reading online manga in class the exam is in 2 days pay attention! also i need caffeine to stay awake i love monster energy drinks they work so well i won’t be able to sleep tonight oh no also i took adderall 3hrs ago and now i’m super anxious but it’s not the adderall lol ugh i won’t be able to sleep tonjght ughh

me, someone who actually has adhd, pre-diagnosis: studying is so hard and i don’t want to do it and i literally can’t until hours before the exam and by then i’m so exhausted bc it’s like 3am but if i drink coffee or monster or bang i just get sleepier also i procrastinate entire research papers including the research hours before the due date even tho i knew abt the paper for a month and i wrote it in my assignment notebook every day knowing i needed to do it and i drink coffee before bed bc it relaxes me n makes me sleepy im constantly moving and shifting in my seat in class and i got paid 4 hrs ago and bought $500 worth of amazon products and now i don’t have any money for groceries for the next 2 weeks my thoughts go so fast and they’re so loud i can’t follow a conversation let alone a class lecture paying attention to anything i don’t care abt but am supposed to is impossible if i don’t write everything i need to do down i will forget about it and if i put my keys or vape or anything somewhere besides it’s designated spot for 1 minute i will literally forget where it is and if something isn’t directly in my line of sight i will forget i have it so i have to place everything in my line of sight for me to remember to use it and ok i’m at work i have a 14hr shift and a set of tasks i need to complete omg i’m so overwhelmed and frazzled i write down the list of tasks every shift and check off boxes to remember to do things but even then i still fall behind and why am i overwhelmed i know what i have to do please don’t ask me to do that thing i’m already trying to remember to do one thing ahhh ok i’m so exhausted it’s 12am and everyone’s asleep i have 3hrs left of my shift omg i’m so bored and tired ok i will have coffee and an energy drink to wake up bc i don’t wanna fall asleep here and i have an hour drive back home and oh wow i am now driving on the way and dozing off i am so sleepy sleepy sleepy why can’t i stay i awake i had 300mg of caffeine like 2hrs ago i’m going to crash the car why isn’t this energy drink working and hmm ok it’s now monday night i have school tmrw it’s 11pm i guess i’ll try n sleep i have class at 9am oh wait what is this sudden wakefulness i feel i am very awake i think i will maybe try to do homework to get tired actually no i think i will go on the internet instead hmm look at those cool show i think i will watch it ugh ok that was the longest 30min of my life i will not be able to watch another episode for at least 2 days probably oh it’s 3am i need to sleep but i can’t shut my brain off ugh oh no this sucks i hate myself why can’t i just get my shit together i know what i have to do but i just can’t fucking do it it’s so frustrating i’m trying so hard but i keep self sabotaging why why why

me, after being diagnosed w adhd and starting medication: wow for the first time in 8 years i’m actually paying attention in class and actively following what my professor is saying. i think i will do some homework now so i am not overwhelmed later. uh oh my dishes are starting to stack up i think i will clean them instead of starting a new pile. hmm my room is getting a little messy i think i will put things away including the clean clothes on that chair i’d been avoiding putting away for a week. i am following our conversation and i will wait until you are finished until it is my turn to speak instead of blurting out or interrupting you. oh i just got paid! hmm do i really need all of that online shopping stuff..? i think i will wait for a little bit and come back to it if i rlly want it bc what if something happens during the week and i need money to pay for it? oh i have to go to work it’s a 14hr shift; i am able to complete the tasks i need to do with ease bc i know what to do and when to do them and am no longer overwhelmed. i don’t need to drink that energy drink bc i know it will just make me more sleepy and i’ll doze off at the wheel on the highway and i don’t want that! ok i’m home yawn i think i will try n go to sleep it’s 11pm and i am genuinely tired.

[vinnieworld]

5 tips to boost 5 days of Productivity

We all love to procrastinate and most of us (including myself) have made sport out of this, but is this how we really should be approaching things?

The answer is NO.... apparently

So join me in my self evaluation of bringing you 5 tips how I avoided procrastination by being a bit lazy.

Being productive for a whole week when you have too much on your plate but you spend your entire weekend scrolling through social media... well me too :)

Though Mondays suck, its a brand NEW week so we can't let Mondays win and ruin out entire week right?

Tip 1 - Preparation before the week start

- Make a to do list - For the next day or the week

A short list of your most prioritised tasks e.g. starting that essay you been avoiding, even if it just picking the ttile

Make sure to not put too much pressure on these tasks

Keep it simple

DO NOT put too many things, be realistic only add things you know you can achieve

Little ramble on how this helped me :)

We all have those sleepless nights, especially when you have a 9am lecture/class the next day. Somehow you end up going to sleep at 4am still make it to your lecture on time, though the rush might be exciting this is not the way to start the week because your mind will get used to this so much and this becomes your normal routine.

Not going to lie, I am super guilty of this but I found out this not only drains my energy, it strips me away from my motivation and make me lazy all the time.

So one bazzare night I thought to myself what would I potentially want to do this coming week, so I got my phone started typing my "potential" to do list for the week, okay the list was quite long and seemed quite overwhelming, and I knew I wouldn't do all of this so though I made the list I didn't put too much pressure on this. When I checked back in the middle of the week I did most of the things on the do to list unconsiously. This was so surprising I never get things done.... what changed ?

Most of the time we put too much pressure ourself, that's why we procrastinate and they avoid the things we need to do. The minute the pressure is gone you get the urge to do your things even if you are unaware of it.

Tip 2 - Follow today's work TODAY

- Follow the lecture and make notes while you're attending the lecture

Take brief notes on what's on the slides

If the lecturer give extra info add those especially

DO NOT panic if you don't write everything on the slide, remember these are brief notes to for later revision

Speed is not important, what's important is that you have something written on the paper

when the lecture/class is finished fill in the gaps you left during it, do this right after while you still have the energy.

one page = one lecture (unless the lecture is 90 slides then its bit tricky)

Little ramble on how this helped me :)

I personally find it very hard to keep on top of things, especially with how different lecturers have different methods and speed with delivering their content. I tried many methods, recording the lectures, printing the slides, handwriting everything but it only made me bored of the things I was learning.

I can't stare at pages and pages of writing when I'm trying to revise, so best way for me to do this is if I have one page or two for the entire lecture. This helped me a lot of condense my notes, motivated me to keep writing and I felt accomplished by the end of every lecture.

Tip 3 - Keep one book for all your modules

- Invest in a chunky subject divider notebook

This is where you write the notes form the previous tip

One book to take to all your lectures, don't have to carry five or more

Write all the assignment and exams for that subject in the dividers (Kinda like a self-reminder)

Keep a general section where you write extra information that relates to the subjects (e.g. extra seminars, extra activity sessions, groups project notes, your own research for subjects, assignment preparation etc. )

Little ramble on how this helped me :)

Most of my detailed notes are digitalised, this is way easier then writing hours and hours of detailed notes by hand. But all the modules, lectures, practicals are separated so it's too much of hassle to find what I want when I want to have a quick glance at something.

Dividing the book by subject and seeing different content I am going to need regularly being on one place really is therapeutic for me, give me less stress so I don't have to spend time looking through pages of notes to find just one sentence.

Having one book for all my modules, helped me so much to keep on motivated to write notes and keep on top of it and when I revisit it, it's so pleasing to the eye.

Tip 4 - Write flashcards on the day

- Put little bit of extra into a flashcard

Once you finished a lecture, read back and pick the most key bits and write a maximum three sentences

Keep it very very brief

Think of pictograms for some words. e.g. little blog with stokes for a virus or a spark for electricity

Some info you can't fit on your page put it on the flashcard, like a diagram or a table

Little ramble on how this helped me :)

I am a sucker for flashcards, seeing them makes me so happy to revise. But making them when an exam is near is frustrating so if you make them before by the time you get your exam season you already have flashcards to revise from. How convenient!

Tip 5 - Write a sentence or research a bit everyday for your assignments

- Every time you feel like you done nothing today take a look assignment and write sentence - Take this step by step everyday and add information along the way

Pick a title first for whatever your assignment is

Do basic research on the title you chose

Do a basic plan

Improve on the basic research

Add information to the plan

and ect....

Little ramble on how this helped me :)

Doing assignments is tricky, very boring, they can be very long and stressful so we avoid even starting it until the day before it's due. Okay, we all work well under pressure but we don't really produce our best work under a day so investing little time everyday or every other helped me to produce more quality work than normal and it was less pressuring and stressful when I started the binge writing on two three days before the deadline, because all the research, preparation is done all I had to do was write and improve my work along the way.

I actually cannot recommend this enough because it saved me from a lot of breakdowns over my assignments. Just by adding something to it every now and then I basically finished my first draft by the time I actually want to start to write properly.

Bonus tip - Take the weekend off! - > If you're like me and get bored very easily with doing the work then follow these tips for the days you have school or uni, finish everything by Friday and take the whole weekend of .... TRUST ME you will be much more prepared for Monday.

Thank you so much ya'll for reading this, I do ramble a lot but it's a part of me that I embrace so I hope this was helpful for you and make sure to tell me your thoughts and feelings.

Till next time Lovelies x