#the get to take 3 quizzes for college

[moonlightpirate]

So much that needs to be done today legit so little desire to do it 😴

[crackwhorism]

I'm going to fucking kill myself

[ast4tarion]

hi!! hope you’re having a good day:)

i was wondering if you can write a smut where mike is a nerd in college and the popular girl needs to bring her grade up so he tutors her. she would always flirt with him and make him get all nervous. she repays him by giving him a blowjob and you can add anything else to the story if you want!! thank youu

ooooo i havent written anything like this, thank you for a new idea :D ty for the kind words too i hope everyone reading this day is a good one too <3 (god this is way longer then i meant for it to be)

cws; sub!mike, slight dom!reader, virginity taking, blowjob, gender neutral reader, a little messy

“Have you ever had sex with a girl before?”

The question you ask Mike is completely genuine but he stops writing in his tracks, his face visibly flushing red.

The two of you are studying for midterms (actually, more like Mike guiding you through the subjects) together in his dorm, books and papers strewn everywhere at his table.

“I—what?” He really wasn’t expecting you to ask that and he looks almost nervous.

“Have you?” you ask it like it’s the most casual question in the world, flipping your pencil around in your hand.

“Uh….no,” he looks very embarrassed, it’s cute on him. “I haven’t gotten close to anyone like that before, and no one was particularly interested in the guy hiding behind his engineering book.”

You were quite surprised to learn this, in your opinion he was quite the attractive guy.

“Would you be up for an offer then?” His eyes widened, and he let his pencil slide out of his grip completely.

“What kind of offer….?” He said it, but the implication after the topic of conversation was understood between the two of you, but he clearly didn’t believe it.

“Well I’d really like to do something nice for you in return for tutoring me, we’ve already talked about this but I really wish I could pay you but everything’s going to food and tuition right now and I couldn’t ever ask my parents so I was wondering if you’d let me make you feel good instead?” You said.

His entire face was visibly red now with blush, and his gaze dropped and avoided yours as he processed what you were saying. He seemed in total disbelief, his hands tapping the table which you knew was a nervous habit of his.

“I-um, but I-I’ve never done that with anyone? I wouldn’t wanna, um, somehow do it wrong.” He was incredibly sincere and it was quite endearing.

You leaned back in your seat, trying to catch his nervous eyes.

“I’m cool with that, I could even teach you if that would make you feel less nervous? Think of it as…….a tutoring session. Only if you want too though.” His hands found themselves, wringing and thumbing his palm. He was clearly deep in thought and given permission you wanted to wipe that stress from his face. It would be an honour to teach him, after all the exams and quizzes he’d helped you pass.

“Alright…I think I’d, uh, like that. When?” You smiled at his confirmation of consent, excitement and arousal already beginning to build up inside you. You stood up, walking around the desk and sitting on one of his thighs.

“We’ve been studying for a while now, I think this would be a good opportunity to take a break and learn something new.” You put your hands on his chest, your voice dropping in a suggestive way that earned a shiver out of him.

“O-Okay,” he gulped, finally gathering the courage to look at you in front of him. “What’s the first step?”

You leaned in to kiss his neck and he gasped loudly. “First the ground rules. One, if you decide it’s too much we can always stop, alright? Two, tell me if you’re going to cum. Three, listen to your body, Mikey, tell me what feels good.” You purred into his ear, trying to take things slow so he could adjust to them. He quickly nodded, and you starting leaving light kisses down his chest.

As much as you wanted to grind down on his thigh you had an objective: make him cum. You moved off his lap and he watched you the entire time with a mix of nervousness and curiosity in his eyes. You slid to the floor in between his legs as he was seated at his desk.

Your first step was massaging his thighs, getting closer and closer to his dick. Your hand settled over the fly of his jeans, palming the denim and smirking when you felt the bulge it held.

You began unzipping it, speaking as you worked. “First step is to relax, this parts all about you baby boy.” He felt the urge to whimper and aggressively bit it back.

Just the tiny amounts of friction and sultry words you provided had began to work him up. You pulled down his boxers enough for his cock to be freed, hardening at every touch.

He was fairly big, your fingertips just barely met around it when you gave it a couple experimental jerks. He made a little noise at this, and you smiled.

You spit in your hand, spreading the wetness across his length to make it easier. It was clear he was unuse to his own boner, his mouth agape and his hips beginning to shift in the chair.

You started by giving the tip a tiny kiss, followed by short little licks to the head. You flattened your tongue and swirled it all around the head, running your tongue over his sensitive slit.

This gained an immediate reaction, another little noise escaping his mouth followed by his hands gripping his own thighs. You were barely touching him and he was already panting at the sweet sensation.

You took it a little further, pumping the base and farther into your mouth. You were licking the underside of his dick, dragging hot wet stripes further and further down each time. You were halfway down his length, finally taking it all into your mouth and pushing it in until your lips reached your loose fist.

His pants were evolving into full blown moans, his hand white-knuckles gripping his desk. He spread his legs further, hoping to give you more access. Every moan is music to your ears, coming out in little “hnngs…” and “mmmfng…..”

The tip almost reached the back of your throat and there was spit dripping down your chin, mixing with whatever slick he was leaking. You moved forward and back, your tongue sliding wetly and stimulating him. You repeated this, grinding into the floor for any ounce of your own friction.

His cock was a wet mess, and the sounds coming from your mouth became more and more vulgar. Slick-filled wet slaps of skin on skin as your fist pumped faster and faster and your tongue swirled around his girth.

He was getting closer and you could tell because he was absolutely loosing control of himself. He’d been reduced to drawn-out moans and whimpering at how fast you were going; his hips had also started bucking forward, pushing more and more of it into your mouth until you were almost completely swallowing him.

Your own desperation made it even more wet and messy, you drew back and a long string of precum dripped from his tip to your tongue thinly connected. Your gaze was driving him crazy, the combination of your eyes locked on his and the slurping wet kiss you licked up his shaft again.

When your mouth dove back on it you could tell he was getting incredibly close to finishing. His thrusts were becoming sloppy and so pathetic that it was hitting the walls of your cheek and the very back of your throat.

It was ultimately your groan that sent him over the edge, the vibrations sent through your mouth felt all over his cock and it felt so good, so wet, so overwhelming that he barely had time to whimper “fuck, I-I’m going too—!”

His cock throbbed and pulsed as you licked his slit once more, taking it out of your mouth absolutely cockdrunk. It barely took a single pump for him to explode, thick white ropes bursting from his tip and all over your chest.

His head was thrown back and he was panting hard, his cock head was flushed a pretty pink like his blush and it kept twitching, smaller streams erupting until it came to a slow stop.

Your face was a mess of his hot cum and your underwear absolutely soaked through. His eyes were closed and he was still gasping, sighing as he slowly loosened his grip on the desk as he rode out the end of his orgasm.

“Fuck, holy shit, thank you.” He mumbled, still coming down from the adrenaline of finishing. When he did look down he swore he could’ve came a second time, the way your face was lit up by a smile and absolutely drenched in his sticky white seed.

“Of course, if I wanted to teach you about sex I had to make sure you’d at least get to cum before you made someone else do it,” You stood up, standing close to him and running your hand through his pretty brown hair.

“Tomorrow after we finish calculus, I’ll show you how to eat someone out~”

[winniewritesstories]

Taking After Them | Winchester!Reader

Some headcanons on what it would be like if you were just like your big brothers!!

Taking after Dean:

Having the same taste in music, rocking out in Baby to Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Bob Seger, etc.

Driving Sam crazy because there's basically two of Dean

On movie nights, you and Dean basically act out the scenes for Rocky, every Clint Eastwood film, Die Hard, so on, there's really no need to even play the movie (Sam is dying inside)

Arguing over the last slice of pie

Stealing his clothes, especially band t shirts

Always begging Dean to let you drive Baby

Loving slasher films & Halloween, always planning costumes with him (but rarely getting to actually dress up as hunting gets in the way)

Making pop culture references with Dean

Being obsessed with bacon

Calling each other Batman & Robin

Being pretty flirty as you get older, Dean giving you pick up lines & tips

Him teaching you to fight & defend yourself, being proud of how strong you are but also scared for you

Taking after Sam:

Always down for a library trip with Sam

Dean rolling his eyes at his "nerdy little siblings"

Arguing over the best fantasy books and films

Swapping & sharing books, talking about how you liked the book or what you didn't like

Eating your fair share of salads BUT you love pie almost as much as Dean does

Going through a break up and Sam playing Celine Dion at full volume while you cry

Talking about college when the time comes, Sam helping you with your admissions essays

Him helping you study by quizzing you, marking practice tests, etc.

Dean always complaining about how long you both take to wash your hair

Dragging Dean around museums, you & Sam having a great time & Dean losing his mind (he likes the gift shop though)

Sam teaching you Latin & lore, you helping him organise the Bunker's files & archives

Going for runs with him but complaining like 90% of the time

BUT overall I think you'd be a little bit like both of them while still being your own person. Growing up with little influence other than those two, it would impossible for you not to be like them.

graphics from @saradika-graphics <3

[caramelcleopatraa]

Birthday Updates :)

x: hey guysss!! so I have some things to say. first thing is, I will not be continuing kintober sadly, and I will save the rest of the props for 2025, as I do want to come back to them. there are some more projects that I'm working on that's grabbing my attention more, plus dance and college make my life hectic. so because of that and to make up for that... kinda... , I decided to give you guys ALOOOT of sneak peeks into things I have been working on and things I want to share with you guys soon <3 also its my birthdayyyy!! a bad bitch is turning up 🤪

A quick fic I made in an hour

x: heavily inspired by harmshake and msbigredmachine's collaboration because they have me on a leash waiting for the next installment

He was working out in his backyard again. The fourth time this week. Not that you were checking or keeping count or anything, the window that gave you a view of your backyard also gave you a view of his as well. Those black sweatpants fit loosely around his waist, showing a little too much skin that you were used to. He always wore hoodies or sleeveless shirts. Guess today was not one of those days. And out of all the things you catch him out there doing, you caught him doing hip thrusts. Lucky you. You swore his abs shined like glazed donuts while he huffed and grunted through his set. You felt like a creep for staring, but you couldn’t keep your damn eyes off of him. His hair was swept up into a half-assed bun, letting you see all of his beautiful features. You couldn’t believe that someone that fine had moved in next to you. But as much time as you could spend here oogling at him working out, your laptop was calling for you. To finish that damned assignment you had been working on for your class.

Three more hours had passed quicker that you realized. You worked like a machine, pumping out so many assignments and standard based quizzes, you were sick of seeing the same logo at the top left of your screen. The weather was nice outside. Chill breeze with a purple pink and orange sky. Perfect weather for you to work outside. You balance your laptop in one hand while opening the sliding glass door with another. 

“Finally decided to come outside huh?”

You hear a deep voice on your left, surprised that he was even out here this late. His laptop was in his lap, reading glasses on the small glass table that sat next to his chair. He wore another pair of sweatpants, dark gray this time, and a blue shirt. 

“Watching me, huh?”

He continues to type on his computer but takes a second to look at you while talking.

“So you weren’t watching me work out a couple of hours ago?”

You couldn't even deny that. You just replied with the quickest comeback you could think of.

“It was just weird to me that you were doing a full on workout outside. Equipment and everything. I’m not used to living next to a gym freak.”

All of your previous neighbors had been wealthy corporate men or women, so seeing them outside for any reason other than them getting in the car, picking up mail, or putting the trash at the end of the driveway, they were pretty much ghosts. You only knew them because their packages would get sent to your doorstep a couple of times because of how similar your addresses were. 

“What brings you out here?”

“Just sick of bein’ in the house, The weather’s nice and plus you're done huffing and puffing, so i can come chill out here in peace.”

He laughs to himself, recalling the way that your eyes examined him from the comfort of your kitchen. How you were almost paralyzed by the sight you saw as soon as you lifted your head. It was cute how much you were lying and playing poker face to make yourself seem innocent.

“What do you do for a living sir? I doubt you look like that just because.”

“I’m a personal trainer. Mostly for athletes, but some celebrities too.” Well that explains why he’s so in shape.

“What about you, maam? What do you do for a living.”

“College professor. Chemistry”

He raises his eyebrows and takes his focus off of his laptop fully, looking at you sorting your students into groups for a project coming up.

“That’s impressive. How do you like it?”

You sigh hesitantly, not trying to sound like you hate your job. You really didn’t. There’s just so many things that you wish would change at the university you teach at. You’re sure your coworkers would say the same thing. You could quit, save yourself the trouble. But you had such good students. They needed a good, consistent, and dedicated teacher.

“Wonderful students, horrible administration. Makes working there draining.”

“Ever thought of going to the gym? Working out all that pent up stress?”

Now your attention was fully on him. “Not a gym girlie. It’s too intimidating.”

“I think it would be beneficial for you. Could help you more than you realize.”

“Since you’re giving me the idea, are you going to help me?”

He stands up and makes his way over to you with elongated strides. Staring you down without his eyes straying away for a second. He had built up so much tension in those few steps it took to get to you. Much more tension you expected to get from this conversation. 

“I’ll be more than happy to train you," he says, picking up the notepad and pen to write something on it, and hands it back to you with a smile.

“Call when you’re ready for me~”

A piece of Day 8 because that's gonna become a full fledged piece of writing :)

“Y/N.” His voice struck like a thunderbolt, taking your attention away from the man standing in front of you. “Strip for us.” The dress you had on became restricting as soon as he told you to strip. You felt their eyes on you as you pulled the straps down ever so slowly. Exposing one breast, then the other, and seconds after, your entire body. Both men groan in satisfaction, eyeing every part of you that is now uncovered. The lacy matching panties you had on stretched perfectly along your hips and ass. Each man had a different view of you. Jey got to see your face completely, your tits, and hips from the front. Roman on the other hand, relished in the view of your back, and ass, relying purely on your body language mostly.

“Take them panties off too, baby,” Jey says, making eye contact with you as you pull them down teasingly.

“Lay her on the bed, Jey.” Roman says, fidgeting in the seat and adjusting his pants. Jey hoists you up and gently lays you in the middle of the silk red sheets. “Alright princess, pick who you want to continue on. Me, or Jey?” You look to your left seeing Roman staring over you as ajey stands at the foot of the bed. 

‘He said he doesn't mind this.. So I can be honest.’

You want Roman. You want him to touch you. The tiniest tinge of guilt crept into your mind as you admitted it to yourself. God, it's so nerve racking. All this time you spent burying how you felt and avoiding him. And yet, you were about to say it out loud for the first time ever. You want him. You do.. ‘I want you-’ “Roman. I… I want you.” That was all it took for Roman to click his tongue at Jey this time, motioning him to sit where he did a few moments ago. And now Roman’s standing at the foot of the bed.

A snip from My Man, My Man, My Man

“I’m fixing to make me a drink with all these people we have to bartend,” Renni whines, sitting on her hip and cleaning her station with the temporary break they had. “Girl who you tellin? And it’s only 12. You know more people gon’ be on their way.” Yasmine observes the people beyond the bar. All types of celebrities that meet the eye. Actors, singers, producers, athletes, business men, you name it. Everybody was here. “All of these people here and not a fine man in sight,” Yasmine says.

The room was dark, but illuminated at the same time. The hidden dark pockets and nooks and crannies in the club that weren’t visible due to the overhead spotlights were the freakum’s greatest dream. The expansive wall of bottles behind Yasmine that lit like Christmas lights was a spectacle and art in itself. all those different bottles that could be used to make different drinks for so many people. Yasmine learned a lot about people, more than she’d hoped to working as a bartender. How to handle inebriated people, how to gain more patience, how to say no, and how to look for suspicious people. like the douchebags that ordered a drink for some random girl, but ended up getting mad at her because she served him nothing. An empty cup. And she was quick to tell Demetrius, because he too couldn’t stand people like that at all, especially in his own club.

All of a sudden, everyone’s eyes shift to the entrance, staring at the 5 men that walked in. She didn’t get to memorize all of their faces, but she surely memorized one.

The first man that stood in front of all of them. Tall and fine would be the words that she would use to describe him in those fastly paced seconds, but that doesn’t describe him well in her mind. He walked with confidence, not deterred by everyone’s gaze on him. completely unfazed by the murmuring and the cameras flashing as he wedged through the thick crowd. maybe a little too late for her to be wondering how she looked before she realized he was making his way to the bar. “OMG girll, he coming straight to the bar!” Renni says, eyeing him just the same, although laced with blind lust. she had to manually close her mouth with her hand and rip her eyes away from him. 

The red sea of people continued to part as the five men make their way to the bar, scouting the 5 empty stools in the middle of the bar. Yasmine knew exactly who they were. The bloodline. The reigning WWE Superstars. Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Zilla Fatu, Solo Sikoa, and Roman Reigns. Their commanding aura was enough to put the entire place on pause. There were no words to be said.

As soon as they sat down, things seemed to fade back to normal, but the known fact that the bloodline was in the same place sat in the back of everyone’s mind. Roman and Solo sat on Renni’s side, and Jey, Jimmy, and Zilla sat on Yasmine’s side. A little disappointed, but Yasmine still had a job to do, and she did it damn well. Their orders are somewhat of what she expected. 

Jey asks for a tequila manhattan: kinda expected for someone as energetic as him.

Jimmy requests a greyhound: not what i expected. maybe he wants to get tore up tonight. or celebrate something?

and zilla asks for a Gin and Tonic: a classic. maybe he doesn’t drink like that. Yasmine guesses that Solo would order another Gin and Tonic. ‘Maybe drinks a little more and settles on a classic.’ She wonders what Roman would order. ‘Maybe an Old Fashioned… he looks like that kind of person.’

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[whore-era]

collage!ellie x reader hcs? <3

a/n: im gonna assume u meant college!ellie so HERE IT GOES just for you anon friend <3 sorry for how short it is kfkdkkd

tlou 2 university: college!ellie x reader headcanons <3 18+

i have a feeling ellie is either a biology major, engineering major, or a physics/astrophysics major (cuz our girl loooves space), meaning she's extremely intelligent and does very well in class!! she's always answering the professor's questions, taking notes, paying attention. when you struggle with any science/math related subjects, she's ALWAYS willing to tutor you. but, this doesn't mean she's just gonna give you the answers, she's gonna make sure you actually learn and study, even using any means possible — like having you strip off a piece of clothing every time you get an answer wrong and making it a fun time for the both of you.

when you have important projects/papers/quizzes/exams to do that day, she'll make sure to send an encouraging message. don't get me wrong, she always does, but on especially important days like these, she'll always make sure to send an extra special one <3 'good morning baby! you're gonna fucking KILL this chemistry exam babe! you worked your ass off and you're gonna do amazing and get the highest score ❤️ i love you my smart girl let me know what you get when you're done' 'ty els <3 i love you most babe ! i'm abt to start talk to u laterrrr 🏃🏻‍♀️'

ellie will always fulfill her girlfriend duties and walk you to and pick you from classes! even tho she's always a tiny bit late because your class was all the way across campus from hers, but she wants to make sure you're protected and safe so she doesn't care either way! and she'll always carry your books for you, making sure you don't strain or 'hurt' yourself (her words not yours). "els, i have two, capable working arms!!" you whine, as she takes the textbook off your hands, "and so? what if you get a muscle spasm? or you sprain your hand?" she retorts, "by a two pound book?" ellie shrugs, "the possibility is never zero, babe."

when ellie has a project or an essay to work on, it'll be a little difficult to reach her as she gets in the zone when she's working. you'll probably send her some texts throughout the day to check in on her, but as the day progresses you'll find yourself worrying and thinking about stopping by her dorm with dinner because you already know she hadn't ate all day from being cooped up in her room typing away:

you - 9:30 am: els! just got out of class!! gnna go get some lunch w jesse :) hope ur doin okay <3

you - 11:45 am: miss u babe hope ur work is coming along great !!!

you - 2:21 pm: havent heard from u......kinda worried....hope u have been eating n staying hydrated missy >:(

you - 5:56 pm: ok i'm On my way! to ur dorm rn w/ dinner i already know u haven't ate yet n ur gonna feel my wrath

you - 5:56 pm: ignore that extremely enthusiastic On my way! it autocorrected im still mad at u

hearing the booming pounding on her door, ellie takes off her earbuds and walks to the door, opening it. to her surprise, you're standing there, take-out in hand, and a grumpy expression gracing your face. "do you know what time it is? have you even ate yet, ellie williams-miller?" ellie grimaces at the sound of her full, government name leaving your lips. "i'm so sorry, babe. i was working all day, i didn't even realize how much time had passed 'til you showed up," ellie mutters, her stomach grumbling on cue. you hand her the take-out from her favorite spot on campus, and she graciously takes it from your hands. "you better be thankful you have a very caring and worrisome girlfriend, els," you say, "i really missed you today." a smile curls on ellie's lips, "i know, baby. here, let me take a little break from my paper, and i'll make it up to you, yeah?"

and that night, ellie was extremely thankful she worked on most of her paper, as she completely disregarded anymore work as she decided she'd rather fulfill her appetite by eating you out instead. leaving her take-out cold and untouched. but hey, she held her part of the deal and indeed made it up to you.

that was also how 5 papers ended up taped up against her dorm-room door, complaining of the 'fucking loud ass moans' the morning after.

"how'd they even know it was us?" ellie queries, reading over the complaints. "oh wait, it says here 'please tell your girlfriend to keep it down. she was screaming your name all night. thank you for reminding us who lives in dorm 114.'" needless to say, you were red as a tomato and it gutted you to leave her dorm, feeling everyone's eyes on you as you walked down the hall.

let me know if yall would like more college!ellie hcs!! <3

[slavic-roots-western-mind]

How to actually sit down and study📚💻🖨☕️📖📓

You've got the textbook and notebook open, the highlighter uncapped, the coffee steaming and laptop switched on.

Now what? Do I just highlight random keywords and write out key concepts whilst repeating important sounding phrases out loud?

While this may have worked in middle school or maybe even highschool, most college and university courses are an entirely different breed. Weekly pop quizzes and an in depth recap each class?

Highly unlikely, at least in my experience.

Uni very much leaves students to fend for themselves, with studying and learning the material taught in class as your own responsibility.

So what's a student to do? As someone who had to get her act together when starting the IB program, and then tackling university, here's my advice on how to actually study productively.

Create a study plan by breaking down the workload

Break down the workload:

Say you have a French vocab set to learn, an English paper due and an econ group project.

Study and write out your vocab, and then meet with your study group for practice.

Plan your paper research: what is the thesis, find relevant literary sources and highlight pontential useful concepts, do an outline of the points you want to cover, and then plan the dates and time that you'll actually sit down and write it out.

Go over the main econ project points, do your bit and then schedule a meeting with your coursemates to do the whole thing.

3. Create and maintain your study space.

If your space is messy and full of distractions, then your study sessions are probably not going to be as productive as they could be. Eliminate any distractions or at least try to minimize them

4. Join or create study groups!

They can be really useful when you actually study instead of hanging out (i'm guilty as charged unfortunately).

Divide concepts and have each member create a cheat-sheet or a short but detailed guide to share, so that you can cover more ground.

5. Use practise and past papers

You need to know how to actually approach the exam questions so that you can make the best use of your exam time, so familiarize yourself with the paper structure and the type of questions e.g. essay-based, scenario questions, numerical.

6. Take breaks!

Studying is important, but so is your well-being.

Schedule 10-15 min breaks for a quick snack and a stroll, but also 1hr-1.5 hr breaks for a proper meal, to catch up wth friends or to watch a show.

Overall, a study plan and a study group can go a long way in helping you get the most out of your study sessions, so do what's best for you!

[kimberly-spirits13]

What Dick is Like During Exam Week

bruce wayne x batmom

Is it normal for two college kids to adopt a small child

• No

• But that’s besides the point

• You and Bruce are at the circus when it all happens that night and immediately decide to take Dick in

• Since you’re both over 18 it’s legal and that’s just what it was

• Dick has some abandonment issues I think we can all agree on this

• So when it’s time that the two of you are off at school, you’re either letting Dick tag along, or texting and calling him a lot so that he knows that you’re alright

• Exams are his least favorite thing about you two being in college

• You can’t communicate in any way with him for 2-3 hours at a time and he hates it

• There’s no telling what might happen during a math exam

• When you study, his either doing his own school work or sitting in your lap

• It makes him feel like a cool college kid when he’s doing work beside you and/or Bruce

• Even if that work is coloring in a justice league coloring book with his 120 pack of crayons with the sharpener

• His bed time schedule gets really thrown of during exam week since he’s not taking any naps or anything

• He’s always up late with you and Bruce after patrol since he wants to make sure that everything is going well

• Draws you pictures to keep you motivated

• When he thinks that you’re getting stressed he just piles into your lap and demands cuddles

• He sweetheart really

• If you and Bruce decide to head somewhere for a snack, you best believe that Dick is coming

• “Dick do you wanna-“ “YES OF COURSE”

• No privacy at all

• Dick is probably with you till you fall asleep in your’s a Bruce’s room so by the time you’re done studying for the night you just tuck him in between you two since you’re too tired to take him to his room

• Dick’s not complaining at all

• Dick also really likes to help quiz you if you need it

• It kind of frustrates him when there’s a really large word that he’s having trouble with

• You have to help him sound it out and then it’s not really quizzing is it

• When it’s finally exam day- bless this poor child

• He does not want you and Bruce to leave for so long where you can’t talk to him

• Of course he’s got Alfred but mom and dad #2 are leaving for an extended about of time with no contact

• You have to make a deal with him that you’ll FaceTime him with Bruce after every exam, text him before you take the first exam, and tell him that you’re coming home

• The four of you go out for pizza and ice cream after all of the exams are finished

• Rest for a week and then you, Bruce, and Dick head to Disney for a week to give Alfred a break

[nightlifeseries]

Tori takes Queen's Offer Pt 3

Queen: What are you making?

Tori: I never named it to be honest. But I mix like 2 liqours and 2 chasers with it. A strong liquor and a soft one. They blend so well.

Queen: Do you have any job experience?

Tori: Nope. My parents paid for everything. I guess you can say I had it made. They told me I wouldn't have to work if I just went to college.

Queen: Free of charge?

Tori: Yep. Everything was paid for.

Queen: So what happened?

Tori: HA! Have you been to college? The place is like a death sentence. You need an ID to go to different places of the campus. There is a curfew. There's tons of homework. Pop quizzes. Everything is fast paced. Lots of reading. Maybe I selected the wrong major, I don't know. But I had to get out of there. It was too boring. I did ok in high school, but I am not a bookworm. I like excitement. The parties were ok. But it wasn't for me.

Queen: Wow. I wish I had that opportunity. I hope you can find excitement here.

Tori: I see those girls over there turnt up. I can't wait to join them, honestly.

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[roguemaki]

Hey! I hope your week is going great :)

Like everyone else, i wanted to send you a heartfelt thank you for your immense efforts and time that you take out of your day to translate and type set these interviews and videos.

It always brightens my day when i get a notification from you and i know I’m in for a treat so it’s really truly appreciated from our end 🙏🏼

I was also wondering that when the asticassia school assembly BD comes out, if you could consider uploading it somewhere so that people who can’t purchase it would be able to watch it as well? I was really looking forward to seeing the VAs performance on stage and also some of the comedic moments like Suletta rapping but unfortunately, money is a bit tight for me right now. 😞

If you could consider it that would be awesome but if you rather not do jt, that’s totally fine as well :)

I also wanted to ask for your advice regarding learning japanese. I took some classes in college but haven’t kept up with it. Do you know any resources that you felt were really helpful to you when you were learning the language? I really want to dedicate myself to it this time! I’d really appreciate any tips, thank you! :)

Hey hey~ I actually got some fantastic news at work, so my week's off to a great start. :3

And you're very welcome! Thank you for enjoying and supporting my TLs.

I pre-ordered the School Assembly BD and am planning to subtitle it in parts, similarly to how I'm doing the Ep 24 Character Commentary… but for an upload of the full thing, I have to be more circumspect: I'll post when the rip is available and give contact info so interested folks can reach out directly. Just trying to avoid getting Eye of Sauron'd by Bandai-Namco, lol.

Regarding Japanese study: we're in similar boats! I also took classes in college and got back into serious self-study after not practicing for a while.

Here are some self-study resources I find useful:

For daily Japanese practice…

Renshuu for vocabulary and grammar. WaniKani for learning kanji. Ringotan for kana and kanji writing practice.

Renshuu is a site (also available in convenient app form) for building up vocabulary and grammar with quizzes, games, and community activities. It's by-and-large free - premium provides some enhancements (like more listening/pitch tools), but isn't necessary for most of the content. WaniKani is a fantastic resource for learning kanji. They use some truly memorable mnemonics to teach radicals/vocabulary and schedule lessons/reviews in a way that promotes real retention. Give Levels 1-3 a try since they're free, and if you like the teaching method, a lifetime premium sub is reasonably affordable when it goes on sale (like on Black Friday). I use Ringotan, a free phone app, to supplement WaniKani (which is focused on reading/recognition) with writing practice.

Other resources/tools...

Install Yomitan, an in-line dictionary extension, on your browser.

Dokusho Bookclub is a site for finding reading materials targeting specific JLPT levels.

Out of the many resources available on YouTube, I want to highlight Kaname Naito's channel - he teaches in depth vocabulary and grammar used in actual conversational Japanese.

I have a routine of always doing my "dailies" and just try to read/watch/play as much Japanese media as possible... Thankfully there's so much good stuff available online nowadays. :>

Hope you find something useful for you in this list. Good luck with your studies!

[urpaperboy]

Hand over them jack head canons. This is a stick up 🔫

OH FU OKAY OKAY

Slightly chubby + has stretch marks AND IS CONFIDENT ABOUT THEM LIKE THE KING HE IS !!

Part-Time College Student + Has a Part-Time Job

Coffee Addict

He’s trans. He has ADHD. He got the tism. It’s great !!

i like to think maybe his part time job is with actually a delivery driver for Finn !!

Speaking of Finn (and y’all can come at me for this) but i like to think of the two being qpp’s cause it makes me me smile

Jack to me is the more outdoorsy type

So like he goes outside and runs into the woods

Trips and falls and gets scratches and scars on his face along with some dirt on his face

Also he somehow gets leaves and sticks in his hair??

Definitely not a tea enjoyer (again coffee addict) but sucks it up for Finn

He can’t cook at all

Like he tried once and it went to shit that he’s just like “I HAVE A PLAN B“ and with a press of a button, Take out is at the door

More of a Nightowl kind of guy

Not a headcanon (i think??) but you guys know how bunny finn exists?? Well this man is a deer. He gives off that energy *staring over at my Bunny Finn and Deer Jack art now*

He would probably quote the most corniest movie quotes but still make it sound attractive

Like he would say "I really wish you'd come home with me. You're so cute, and I'm really good in bed, too, believe me." A quote Nichols Cage said in Leaving Las Vegas

And yet somehow he’d make it work

also don’t ask me why I quoted a Nicolas Cage quote IF YKYK

He probably rambles about stars and stuff

Literal definition of “:3” or “>:3”

This is a funny thing with Finn and Jack but Finn tells Jack some flower facts and then quizzes him on it

Also ig mini hc but im mexican and well… yeah yk where I’m going with this

Anyways that’s it, i feel like people might yell at me for some of this !! Anyways Here is a Jack Drawing with my personal twist !!

[tismcosmology]

its the start of week 2 and i have not written a single thing for this blog 😭 blaming it on the lack of Things in my classes so far but its probably just me not wanting to post. curse my years of lurking

Math (calc 1) - ngl, the worst out of all my classes so far. Weekly quizzes, midterm + final exam is 75% of my grade, the first quiz (which is innn 2 hours) is a high school review but I erm. did not take grade 12 math. i took an intro to calc in college last year. which apparently did not cover the entire grade 12 pre calc curriculum. nothing like spending the first week teaching yourself half a years worth of math concepts am i right

english - banger. i love my prof, and the class is on things like writing grant proposals, the publics perception of science, science communication and the history of class inequality in science. legit cannot wait for this class. its also arranged so that my entire section is physics majors, mostly astrophys but theres also some math phys and a few biophys majors too

physics (mechanics) - seems cool so far, my two profs are married apparenly and theyre both yappers but it works so well in physics. one prof spent the entire firet lecture rambling about Dirac without even realizing it. very excited. labs dont start until week 3 so ill see how that goes

comp sci - intro to programming (in python) for people who have Never done coding before, so the first few weeks im expecting to be easy/review for me. not super excited but also not bored of it yet. since its pretty essential to modern astronomy im absorbing everything i can from it and probably will end up self teaching myself more after the class ends, depending on how in depth it gets (since its my only required CS course and id rather use my very few electives for more fun stuff)

french - sitting in this lecture rn, also seems fun so far. only like 12 people in this class and the prof is cool so im hoping itll be easy and/or fun. its somewhat review from my gr 11 courses in hs (passé composé, verb conjucations, weather / geography vocab) but i really enjoy speaking my 2nd language so fingers crossed it gets me prepared enough to take the DELF exam and get my bilingual status !

[the-torchwood-magician]

"Were you a gifted child or were you normal?"

No.

I was fine with learning (see: autism)

But I was repeatedly taken out of class because I can't say the letter S properly. I still struggle to say it properly and I usually sound like I have a lisp if I'm not consciously putting effort into saying it right.

I was in accelerated math in grade 9 but struggled so much. And when they put me in the same class again in grade 10, I begged them to put me in basic/remedial math, and they did.

In my second high school, in grade 11, was a mishmash of classes. Basic math, basic Hebrew (zionist school unfortunately), college prep history, judaics/talmud, honors English. (I wasn't confident with my hebrew skills that's why ig), and basic physics.

But a couple weeks into the year I asked to change my Hebrew class to accelerated because what they were teaching me what I learned in grade 1-3. Teacher tried to make up bs and not let me. In physics I studied hard because I suck at math but loved science. Turns out what the teacher thought was that his class wasn't difficult enough. My parents didn't want me to switch up and got upset I did it on my own. Especially cuz it was harder. But I was learning now. For judaics. They were teaching what I learned between grades 6-9 ish. I was bored. Kept telling me to not raise my hand because it wasn't fair to the others who didn't know the answer. My reward for already knowing? Given more work to do. I wanted to switch up to honors, even if it would be all in Hebrew (it wasn't). I was bored out of my mind. After some time, my talmud teacher held me back after class, and essentially said I was too smart for his class and he's having me switched up to honors. Which was funny cuz the concepts they were teaching in the college prep of Talmud I hadn't learned in depth in my old school tho I did the concepts ("girls can't learn the Talmud") but at least now I was learning new things. With judaics, even in grade 12, I wasn't learning anything new. But at least it was a faster pace, open to more in depth questions, and I wasn't told to not participate.

In grade 12 they switched me up to college prep for math, and I nearly panicked multiple times through the year when it came to tests because it was harder. I didn't ask to be switched up, pretty sure it was the teacher's call, because I did really well (and was the only one to get 100 on the midterm. No final cuz of covid). Math was my weak spot. I failed quizzes, didn't do the best on tests no matter how much I studied. I pushed through. Ended up needing to take the math final and surprised myself by somehow getting a 90. (See: audhd)

History was also a weak spot. I hated it. But somehow with the strength of audhd, I passed with an 85 something average. Not bad imo but my parents weren't too happy.

When it came to my electives, one was AP psychology. If you don't know what AP is, it stands for advanced placement, and teaches you what you'd learn in your first semester of uni/college. I struggled so badly in the beginning. It was a new way of learning I wasn't used to, a barrage of information much faster than my other classes. I was failing tests. I wanted to switch electives to a non-AP one. My parents wouldn't let me. I needed to "study harder" and "push through" and "ask for more help" - but me asking to switch courses wasn't getting myself help??? I ended up with a 4 on the midterm (three points shy of a 5 😭) and with a 4 on the final (maybe 10 points shy of a 5) which translated to regular scoring is somewhere around 80-88). It was hard as fuck.

School was hard on me. I had a mental breakdown senior year closer to when we were ending classes because it was so much already after all these years and then being expected to go to university straight after (the September after I graduated). I had trouble learning. The problem was, no one seemed to pick up on it because if I studied hard, and pushed myself really fucking hard, I did passably well. The fact that in high school I started to fail tests wasn't a "hey are you struggling? Is something wrong?" it was a "hey stupid, stop failing and study harder. Stupid. We're revoking x item until you get better grades. Stupid." is very telling of how much support I had. I was doing my homework for at least 5 hours every evening. My parents didn't ask if I was struggling. If I needed help. No. It's "you're in high school now, you need to study harder or colleges won't accept you." Tf.

Anyway. All that to say I wasn't a gifted kid or a normal kid. I was a burnt out struggling kid who instead of getting help was told to stop being stupid and study harder.

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

i support oc's rights- and their wrongs- please feed us in with the latest jensen lore 👀

@gutmeats

ty both of you i am so excited to talk about him

so WAYYYYY back, before i was in the fandom, i had quite a few darker backstories and versions of jensen. those were supposed to influence my current version, but because of the fandom i have definitely fallen into the hallmark effect (aka everything is perfect besides minor inconveniences or communication issues). i mean dont get me wrong its a little more than that, but it was still a little too nice for my liking

so i am going back to my roots and actually following through w more of the detailed, fucked up things he had done when he was in college (putting it under a cut bc it may be sensitive content to some)

also im putting this into list form bc i dont want to make words sound pretty rn <3

though i had said jensen had done party drugs while he was in the band, i tried to wrap it up too pretty. though he wouldve taken a break from the parties when he had is "minor" mental breakdown after he left the band, realistically it wouldnt have been that easy to stop them altogether. he was still in chicago all throughout med school, so he still had a lot of connections to the people who provided most of the shit he got into. he only wouldve stopped in his second to last, or last year of med school

on the note of his issues after leaving the band, those wouldve been worse, too. while he never wouldve said he was suicidal, did he really want to be alive?

also, those connections made it a lot easier for him to buy people off (usually with party drugs, but sex wasnt off the table). the band took a lot of his effort, and parties took a lot of his time, and maintaining a 3.75 GPA to keep his scholarships wasnt always feasible. he had people write papers for him, had them take quizzes, etc. nothing too serious, not like admissions essays or anything, but enough that getting caught wouldnt have been good

him being emotionally unavailable through med school is definitely staying, but with a bit of an edge, too. there were a few occasions where the people he was fooling around with wanted more, and he was not afraid to set the record straight. he could be cold and apathetic about it, and pissed off plenty of people in the process

on that note, the beginning of his and bryces relationship was a little more rocky. not by much, not in a way that would change their entire trajectory, but in a way that made it harder to get out of their friends with benefits deal. bryce had his own things going on, but jensen wasnt ready for anything too mushy gushy either. he wouldve been more strict about their deal, ofc a date here and there wasnt bad, but nothing too relationship adjacent. he started to slip on that after the chemical attack (when he realized he definitely was in love had A Thing for bryce)

those are the big points!! moving to boston was one of the best things that happened to him, and definitely is what helped him to heal. it was good for him to find new people but especially a new therapist

[lottiecrabie]

Alternatively, mme crabie, student!Matty at the back of all of brooding intelligent girlies English lit, art, music classes at college

He’s class clown still because he hasn’t grown up and she doesn’t want any attention on her just wants to pass her classes and she can’t stand him and his antics BUT she is unfortunately paired with him for a major partner assignment that makes up most of their grade and takes half the semester and dot dot dot 🙂 🤨 😳

wait i think i’ve got a similar blurb i might finally get around to writing some day (or maybe a full fic cus i love the idea<3 but i shouldn’t send myself on fic quests i’m Bad at them) But them being academic rivals and they have completely opposite work ethics like he doesn’t take it very seriously and cracks jokes but he’s still extremely smart and well spoken and gets good grades. meanwhile you’re very dedicated and studious and you try to work as hard as you can to best achieve your good grades but matty just finds you Stuckup because of all of it. so even though you’re both interested in the same subjects you end up Hating each other and clashing

but you’re paired together for a project and ofc there’s just all this Tension because you’re atrocious at working together and it inevitably Explodes. and that competitiveness is still Present even if you’re making out and practically ripping your clothes off so you’re trying to be the one who blows the other’s mind off. But i also think you would maintain that academic competitiveness AKA you keep quizzing each other while straight up fucking. like about to give him the greatest head of his life and you’re like “tell me the differences in themes between sentimentalism and romanticism” and then work as hard as possible to make sure he can’t even Think of the answer, let alone do more than incoherent moans. but he does manage to answer, though difficultly, and then he’s getting on his knees and quizzing You on amatory fiction while you feel your brain boil out of your skull but you’ll be damned if you give up and have him win….

[the-haunted-office]

I need help deciding which book to read next! Please help me decide, if you will. :3

Book summaries under the cut.

Red Rabbit by Alex Grecian

Sadie Grace is wanted for witchcraft, dead (or alive). And every hired gun in Kansas is out to collect the bounty on her head, including bona fide witch hunter Old Tom and his mysterious, mute ward, Rabbit.

On the road to Burden County, they’re joined by two vagabond cowboys with a strong sense of adventure – but no sense of purpose – and a recently widowed schoolteacher with nothing left to lose. As their posse grows, so too does the danger.

Racing along the drought-stricken plains in a stolen red stagecoach, they encounter monsters more wicked than witches lurking along the dusty trail. But the crew is determined to get that bounty, or die trying.

The Temps by Andrew Deyoung

Jacob Elliot doesn’t want a temporary job in the mailroom at Delphi Enterprises, but after two post-college years of unpaid internships and living in his parents’ basement, he needs the work. Then, on his first day, the unthinkable happens: toxic gas descends on a meeting in Delphi’s outdoor amphitheater, killing all the regular employees and leaving Jacob stranded inside the vast office complex.

Wandering through Delphi headquarters, Jacob finds other survivors: Lauren, the disillusioned classics major who’s now writing online personality quizzes; Swati, the fitness instructor trying to escape a toxic relationship; and Dominic, the business school student who will do almost anything to get ahead. Stranded in the wreckage of the company that employed them, the temps band together to create a miniature world that’s part spring break, part office culture—until a shocking discovery disrupts the survivors’ self-made paradise and drives them to uncover the truth about the mysterious corporation that employed them and the apocalypse that brought their world to an end.

A surprising, profound tribute to the absurdities and paranoia of modern life, The Temps is an epic exploration of survival and human connection in the digital age.

Projections by S. E. Porter

Love may last a lifetime, but in this dark historical fantasy, the bitterness of rejection endures for centuries.

As a young woman seeks vengeance on the obsessed sorcerer who murdered her because he could not have her, her murderer sends projections of himself out into the world to seek out and seduce women who will return the love she denied—or suffer mortal consequence. A lush, gothic journey across worlds full of strange characters and even stranger magic.

Sarah Porter’s adult debut explores misogyny and the soul-corrupting power of unrequited love through an enchanted lens of violence and revenge.

Black River Orchard by Chuck Wendig

It’s autumn in the town of Harrow, but something besides the season is changing there.

Because in that town there is an orchard, and in that orchard, seven most unusual trees. And from those trees grows a new sort of apple: strange, beautiful, with skin so red it’s nearly black.

Take a bite of one of these apples, and you will desire only to devour another. And another. You will become stronger. More vital. More yourself, you will believe. But then your appetite for the apples and their peculiar gifts will keep growing—and become darker.

This is what happens when the townsfolk discover the secret of the orchard. Soon it seems that everyone is consumed by an obsession with the magic of the apples . . . and what’s the harm, if it is making them all happier, more confident, more powerful?

Even if something else is buried in the orchard besides the seeds of these extraordinary trees: a bloody history whose roots reach back to the very origins of the town.

But now the leaves are falling. The days grow darker. It’s harvest time, and the town will soon reap what it has sown.

The Failures by Benjamin Liar

Welcome to the Wanderlands. A vast machine made for reasons unknown, the Wanderlands was broken long ago. First went the sky, splintering and cracking, and then very slowly, the whole machine—the whole world—began to go dark. 

Meet the Failures. Following the summons of a strange dream, a scattering of adventurers, degenerates, and children find themselves drawn toward the same place: the vast underground Keep. They will discover there that they have been called for a purpose—and that purpose could be the destruction of everything they love. 

The end is nigh. For below the Keep, imprisoned in the greatest cage ever built by magicians and gods, lies the buried Giant. It is the most powerful of its kind, and its purpose is the annihilation of all civilization. But any kind of power, no matter how terrible, is precious in the dimming Wanderlands, and those that crave it are making their moves. 

All machines can be broken, and the final cracks are spreading. It will take only the careless actions of two cheerful monsters to tip the Wanderlands towards an endless dark...or help it find its way back to the light.