#they’re in college btw

[fruitbythefoot7]

they’re being domestic

[thethoriumreactor]

so like….. chaggie college au anyone

I’m thinking designs based on their demon forms instead of like human before dying give me ur thoughts yeah

Charlie fell first vaggie fell harder it’s canon

[sidsinning]

Vampgami vs. feelings

[rystiel]

i feel like a fish swimming against the current in a river of angst enjoyers as someone who wants to make those characters happy for once

[catsushinyakajima]

I love modern AUs that are like. So specific. I just read a fanfic where the characters were pharm techs in a CVS. The author described their job vividly, from organizing meds to collecting insurance info. It’s so evident that either they’re in that field or are really passionate about it and I love that like okay OP go write about your life to me I’ll read your memoir delivered in fanfic AU style.

[akicult]

contains ; domesticity. bf!suguru. suggestive themes. modern / college au. geto wants you to be his housewife basically. just a short drabble. mostly fluff.

just thinking about college bf!suguru that didn’t realize he was a domestic person until he met you.

he’s still young, only in his third year at university and he’s still deciding on what his near future will look like. he’s had his fair share of girlfriends, and little hookups, and to be quite frank—he didn’t think he was done either.

how was he supposed to know the first night he met you, bent over his backseat, was about to be the start of the most serious relationship he’d ever have.

that night started the first of many, slowly realizing he was only asking to hookup just because he wanted to see you. how he’d send a pickup text, with a frown on his cheeks because he thought you were only in it for that reason.

and when he finally swallowed his stubbornness, he was met with the most amazing two years of his life, stuck with you by his side.

college bf!suguru who, until he met you, hardly even dreamt about a future where the love of his life would carry his child in her arms, kissing his cheek and brewing a cup of coffee for the two of them to share in the morning.

he didn’t even care to imagine what that future would be like, what the woman would look like. it didn’t feel achievable, or even desirable until he fell in love with you.

and it was a random realization, but looking back on it—it was building. slowly.

weeks and weeks spent of you just pampering him, praising him, for even the most average things. like, getting an amazing score on an exam, and all you had to do was say, “aw! good job, baby!” before he was putty in your fingertips.

his room is all messy, deep dark circles under his eyes. it was procrastination’s fault—his fingers hurt from typing on his computer all day thanks to waiting until hours before a huge essay was due.

you offered to leave his apartment, to give him the concentration he needs to get it finished, but he was ushering a “no, no stay,” because he honestly didn’t want you to leave. so you stayed, situating yourself in the other room, occasionally popping in to check up on him—and eventually lay on his bed after he insists you to.

it’s only when he finally finishes—8 hours later and it’s already nighttime. his shoulders are slouched, his back is stiff and he’s walking out of his room with his closed computer weighing by his side.

and you’re still there.

not only are you still there, but you’re washing his dishes.

hair clipped back, sweatshirt engulfing your body and sweats tightly tied around your waist. you’re humming along to some music that plays over a speaker—quiet but loud enough to know what song is playing.

you look so utterly homey.

so…domestic.

like you’ve settled into your personal home after a long day at work, just blissfully scrubbing away on glossy white dishes that were previously eaten on. your clothes acknowledge that you’re comfortable, uncaring of what he sees you in.

although it’s not just the fact that you’re dressed like that—it’s the fact that you’re cleaning his things.

cleaning a mess you didn’t even make, just out of the kindness in your heart that’s making geto’s throat close and his palms sweaty. he’s in absolute awe that he doesn’t realize you’ve noticed his presence until you’re turning to face him.

“oh! did you finish?” you ask, turning the water off and rushing towards him.

he’s blinking, nodding slowly. “yeah—just submitted it.”

“yay! ‘m so proud of you!” you grin, lacing your fingers behind the back of his neck and pulling him in for a chaste kiss like you always do—but it feels so much different this time.

like you’re congratulating him on a big promotion, tugging on his work tie and kissing him until he’s forgetting his own name.

he feels like his ring finger is so cold, and there’s a missing heavy weight that’s never even been there in the first place.

like he’s an idiot for not tying you down on the spot—wrapping vows and vows around the two of you until you’re barely mobile.

and he wants to be your doting husband for the rest of his life. he wants to walk through his front door every evening with an awaiting kiss to his cheek, and a home-cooked meal fresh in his senses.

he wants to go to sleep with you in his arms every night, mumbling sweet ‘i love you’’s after flickering off the bedside lamp.

and maybe, just maybe one day, he wants to hear the gentle pitter patter of two little feet charging down the hallway.

this is accidentally freud coded (emphasis on accidentally)

[arctvros]

vashwood college au has me in a chokehold rn

[incorrectly-quoting-mxtx]

Ridiculous shit I’ve heard college students say:

Is anyone else craving shaving cream?

Freddy Fazbear is a whore

The only thing that turns me on is rocket science

Im only one dumb enough to take my own advice.

Give me my drink you machine of Satan

“Think she’ll get mad if I eat barbecue wings in the classroom?” “Possibly.”

Coding is the purest form of masochism.

The scientific method was made to verify stupid decisions.

Being okay is relative.

It’s not murder if it’s consensual!

Florida does not have rednecks. Florida has Florida men.

The only people who can be trusted less than engineering students are tuba players

Bold of you to assume that I know what I’m doing with my life.

Do you know how many calories are in Uranium?

*to their friend* You’re asking a lot of questions for someone who’s a figment of my imagination.

They’re high heels not a war crime

Why do the laws of physics have to get in the way of fun

*not at all sincerely* I’m sorry that I’m smarter than you

*To a professor* It’s okay, you can say it went to hell, we all agree with you.

“What goes on inside your head?” “Not much, actually.”

It’s always really hard to tell the difference between a philosophy major and the local weed dealer.

*in immense pain* who invented triangles?!

Why do you need to be an engineer when you could be a dumbass with a knife?

You have kneecaps and I don’t have money, one of these things is going to change.

Please steal my identity, I don’t want it.

Bold words coming from someone within stabbing range

Jared, 19, is a fake illiterate, I’m a real illiterate

Hey Siri, what’s my stripper name?

How much iron supplement is required to kill a child?

She’s not my waifu, she’s just another girl!

*Very loud, very intense argument about the proper amount of mayonnaise that goes on a sandwich*

That’s how I get shot, HeHe straight to hell.

Fuck Google! We optimize our own routes!

[qprpbj]

Sorry if this has been asked before, but I was curious if you had any head canons about Darry and Soda’s emotions watching Ponyboy grow up/realize he doesn’t need them as much (i.e. learning to shave, drive, moving into his own room)? How do you think they react to their little brother/baby become this independent person?

i love you for this!!!!! first i’m pointing you to my little fic of darry teaching pony how to shave bc you mentioned that specifically so here you go <3

i’m ngl i see these guys as so pathetically codependent that even when pony starts fr growing up he’s still pretty reliant on them even if he doesn’t need to be bc he’s always been a very independent kid. i think through the course of the book we see him learn that growing up too soon and hyperindependence isn’t all it’s cracked up to be so he learns to lean on his community a little more which i think (or hope at least) that that carries on further in his life.

as for headcanons i think just a lot of teasing from both of them so they don’t get too sad about it. i’m a tall!pony and a forever short!pony truther depending on the day and i think tall!pony never lets them live it up that he’s .25in taller than darry once he’s fully grown lol. soda definitely cries when pony moves back into his own room and even then still probably ends up in soda’s room by morning like 50% of the time. & is it just me who thinks pony would be a godawfully shit driver

[gaytedlasso]

ultimate passenger princess Ted Lasso

then and now ~for

[andromeddog]

i just discovered your art and just- wow. where did you learn to draw??

hi wow thanks for the ask!! this is such an interesting question let me see if i can do it justice uuhhhHHHH ive been drawing basically for most of my life but i only rly started taking it seriously/wanting to rly study and improve when i was in junior year of hs i think. then i went to art school (shout out vcuarts) and got my bachelors in communication arts (basically illustration)

since i left school its been a whole thing to keep myself learning. i do figure drawing stuff here and there, i study other artists i admire, i try to keep it fun for myself and also! the past few years i’ve been rly pivoting my professional career to a graphic design + illustration sort of thing and it’s been going well, getting more into design has rly helped with color and hierarchy and composition

THO i have to say while i learned a lot of technical stuff in school i didnt rly feel my work improving until post college… the stuff i made in school was so heinously bad im a little shocked lol (this is where id post some college stuff if my laptop didnt die and lose almost all of my digital work from 2013-2017ish) after college i just…. kept drawing! except it was mostly for my enjoyment which is where i rly began to get better. something about getting to do what i wanted to do instead of what i thought people wanted me to do was really an incentive to keep going

ALSO SHOUT OUT TO 2019 ACADEMY AWARD WINNING FILM 1917 for setting me down a path of insane obsession that years later has me averaging 3-6 hours a day working on uniform and various war related drawings. being disgustingly and obscenely obsessed with something is really how you learn and improve

[idkthisismyusernameiguess]

Something something OCs that live in Republican Era China and try to kill each other

[sweetshire]

So, @silv-paru sent Sherlock Holmes for the character opinion bingo. thanks a bunch for this (and for your patience. my god, i’m answering this a week late. typical me behaviour). you’re a darling :D

Did you know, i used to tell these stories to my friends? they delighted in them AND i got a chance to sort of ramble on and on abt him and watson. it was a win-win, really. ah, those were the days! now i haven’t reblogged much of him this month at all. i miss him. I MISS HIM.

Onto the bingo: well. he’s The quintessence of gender™ to me. and i relate to him so so much. fav character of all time fr. i want to carry him in my pocket at all times & study him. like. do i want to BE him OR am i IN LOVE with him, ykwim? pssh who knows? certainly not me. uh-huh ‘a beast unleashed’ -does this refer to me or him? you choose. oh re: canon, i’m ignoring the part where holmes dies (or y’know, is dead for 3 years). that’s too angsty.

[transsexualbloodlust]

the view from my new apartment btw

[sybleavingsoon]

the bispearl disease has taken over

[orangcs]

tipsy 🌀