#uni hood

[starspilli]

messy jason doodle

[midnightorchids]

I love you and your writing. It makes me so happy to read your works!

Imagine Jason having his s/o move in with him. Imagine all the possibilities.

Like arranging the furniture together, showering together, taking turns cooking.

Or taking power naps together. I love me some soft Jason.

Omg stop!!! You’re literally so kind! Thank you for sending all these little scenarios, I always have so much fun writing them. Also, my apologies for getting back to you so late, I hope this little blurb makes up for it, enjoy reading!

Jason stares at the small key in his large calloused hands and then at charcoal door in front of him. This is it, he thinks to himself. He runs his hands through his hair and then shifts his gaze to your face, it’s beaming with excitement. Jason tries to hold back his smile, but finds himself unable to do so. He reaches over to your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.

He’s waited for this moment for a long time. He’s dreamt of owning a place with you, of days where the both of you will go to sleep together and you’ll still be there in the morning. He’s dreamt of making you breakfast and kissing your forehead before you go to work or school and then have you come right back home… to him.

Jason’s emotional honestly, there’s something so tender and domestic about the idea of building a life together in this apartment.

The apartment, it’s not very big and the walls are an awful shade of grey. The paint is chipping in some places and there’s some obvious water damage. But none of that matters because it’s yours. It’s your home and that thought alone is enough for you and Jason to be happy.

You’re both sitting in the empty kitchen, unpacking your boxes and Jason can imagine spending the rest of his life here with you.

He takes a mental picture of the moment, tucking it deep in his mind and engraving it in his heart. He hasn’t been able to stop smiling since he walked in through the door, he feels content, at peace.

You and Jason spent weeks scavenging through different vintage shops to find the perfect decor and furniture. There were countless trips to Ikea and multiple trips to the mall.

All of it was coming together now.

The thought of saying “our home” instead of “my house” made Jason feel giddy. He finally had a place to call his own with a person who felt like serenity.

Hours go by and you’re still working on getting your new place sorted.

You’re both sprawled out on the living room floor, putting together your new coffee table. There’s screws scattered across the floor and bubble wrap on the couch. There’s music playing on one of your phones as the speaker is still packed away in one of the boxes.

“This is so much fun! It’s like building life size legos,” Jason suddenly exclaims and you stare at him unamused, the hours of working finally catching up to you.

“Shut up Jay! You’re talking too much, I lost my page again,” you reply looking back at the paper manual in your hands, trying to find your page again. Jason looks up at you with a small pout.

“Don’t be mean, you know I’m sensitive,” he tries to say seriously, but the little smile on his face says otherwise. you shuffle over to his side on the floor and ruffle his hair.

“Aw I’m sorry baby, I’ll be nicer,” you say, realizing it might be time to take a break. “Should we postpone building furniture for a bit, I’m starving.” His face lights up and before you know it, he’s already in the kitchen gathering ingredients to make you soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. There’s not much in the fridge, but he’ll make do with what’s there.

You stare at him from across the room and this time, it’s your turn to click a mental photograph of the moment. He looks beautiful in your new kitchen, his hair’s messy, it’s in his eyes and he takes a second to push away the bangs. Then, he continues working away near the stove, humming along to the song playing on your phone. You can’t help, but admire him. You look forward to seeing him like this forever.

You make your way over to the kitchen and take a seat on the island counter, opposite to the stove. Jason tosses the final bit of ingredients in the pot and lets everything simmer. He looks over at you, leaning against the counter. He crosses his large arms against his body, his face soft and relaxed.

“I’m really happy, you know,” he says, grinning, and you scrunch your face into a big smile.

“I know Jay, I’m so happy too.”

[bixels]

The idea that uni protesters are "elitist ivy-league rich kids larping as revolutionaries" on Twitter and Reddit and even here is so fucking funny to me if you actually know anything about the student bodies at these unis. Take it from someone who's going to one of the biggest private unis in the US, 80% of the peers I know are either from the suburbs or an apartment somewhere in America, children of immigrants, or here on a student visa. I've heard about one-percenter students, but I've never met one in person. Like, don't get me wrong, the institution as a whole is still very privileged and white. I've talked with friends and classmates about feeling weird or dissonant being here and coming from such a different background. But in my art program, I see BIPOC, disabled, queer, lower-income students and faculty trying to deconstruct and tear that down and make space every day. So to take a cursory glance at a crowd of student protesters in coalitions that are led by BIPOC & 1st/2nd-gen immigrant students and HQ'd in ethnic housings and student organizations and say, "ah. children of the elite." Get real.

[alcorian-wizard]

just a single dad(uncle????) tryna get by

BUT HAPPY TAUNNIVERSARY!!!!! IT'S EXACTLY HALF MY AGE IT'S ABSOLUTELY CRAZY (it's old enough to learn algebra,,,) hope everyone's enjoying themselves today!!!

[aru-art]

happy 2nd anniversary to what continues to be the game of all time!! 🪐

[uc1wa]

college!jason and dry humping.........

oh i have so many versions of this in my head

18+ minors dni

tags: gn reader, dry humping, kissing, slight choking

it’s not jason’s fault that he asked you to study in his bedroom. i mean, you did study for what… an hour?

if it was his fault, you wouldn’t be on top of him right now, your clothed legs on either side of his grey joggers. one of your hands in his hair and the other on his defined arm, rubbing yourself against your study partner to get the tiniest taste of him.

"fuck, yeah keep doing that," he mumbles against your lips that are glossed in a mixture of yours and his saliva. one of his hands are on your hips—ironic that he’s telling you what to do when he’s guiding your movements entirely. "already hard?" you tease, feeling the obvious boner that your clothed entrance is trying to ride against.

the hand that’s cupping your cheek slithers down to your throat, tightening in what feels like a teasingly threatening way. "shut up," he kisses, biting your lip.

jason wasn’t exactly a gentlemen, but he didn’t wanna fuck you yet. he liked you, and this was his version of first base, moaning and dry humping in his room with his other roommates in their rooms, respectively. technically, he was only kissing you and rubbing against you—no harm, no foul.

you wouldn’t know with the way his lips are kissing at you hungrily, like somebody in a rush. the way he’s bucking his hips in a quick rhythm against yours to fulfill the aching between his legs. but, it’s jason todd and he’s under you and there’s not another man you’d want to be sucking your tongue.

his hand stays at your throat for another beat, pulling you closer and kissing you harder. your body adjusts, your knee hitting a journal and you have to push it away. the closeness making him feel that much better against you, and you’re beginning to wonder when he’s going to take your pants off.

but suddenly jason pulls your face back, grinning, both of your lips swollen and glossy. "think you’re gonna remember that data sequence for tomorrow?" he asks, the whole reason you’re here was to study for the quiz you both had the following day.

your head tilts while wiping your mouth with your hand, and one end of your lip pulls. "oh, all of this was some tactic to get each other to pass tomorrow, huh?" and the man whose hands are still on your hips, playing with the band of your sweatpants laughs.

"well we’ll see tomorrow, and plan our next study session based on it." the following day you both passed, looking at each other knowingly after your score popped up on your computer screen.

"same time tomorrow?" because it couldn’t hurt to get a head start on studying.

[lightwing-s]

I feel it in the air, second date is coming for biker!jason

a/n: not a full comeback, but i was dying to write for biker!jason so after the first, he is a second date and more to come ♡

Do you wanna learn how to ride? were the last words you expected you’d hear tonight. But there you were now, legs hanging on each side of Jason’s motorcycle, as your feet barely touched the floor. The black dress you had worn for dinner was now rolled up your thighs, and your heels thrown somewhere on the floor of the empty parking lot you were on. 

Your date, standing right beside you, instructed you on how not to fall face first on the ground with his precious bike. Jason’s hand rested on top of yours, his thumb caressing the cold skin as he continued to teach you the mechanisms of the bike.

 “So, here on your left you have the clutch. You’re gonna use it every time you need to change gears, just like a car. And to do that… ” he lowered himself to be levelled with the gear pedal, moving his touch to your bare leg. “You’re going to use your pretty legs to work this pedal, alright?”

Listening attentively, you could only shake your head and hope all that information would get to your head, but it was quite hard to do it, as his hand slowly slid up to rest on your tights as he stood from his former position, taking away all your concentration.

“On your right you have the brakes. Hand is front, feet is back. Be careful with those ones, they’re both important but used wrong can also be dangerous.” he told you sternly, eyes glued to yours. “Why do I feel you’re not listening?” he lowered his voice, almost whispering against your neck.

“I promise, I am” you laughed, confident but still avoiding his eyes, fearing what would happen if you kept staring at it for too long.

“Alright” breathed a laugh, stepping away from you. “Give it a try now, but don’t go crazy on the throttle…”

Before he could finish, you rolled the throttle heavier than you imagined all the while releasing the clutch faster than you should have, the bike jumping forward and immediately being held down by Jason’s strong arms.

“I really can’t do it.” you told him, while awkwardly laughing the embarrassment away.

“Yes, you can.” he assured.

“I can barely keep my balance.” 

Trying to find an excuse to quit was too hard around Jason, who was adamant on having you drive, even if just two metres, on his bike tonight. Head shaking at your attempts to leave, he was definitely amused, as a smile didn’t cease to remain on his face. “Here, let me help you.”

You felt Jason’s leg moving behind you, as he took the back seat. Soon after, his chest met your back as his arms reached over yours, caging you to the bike. His hand now rested on top of yours and guided you on a ride that lasted a few minutes, but longer that you’d expected.

“Here, you did it” he said, as you raised your arms up in celebration. “I told you could, didn’t I?”

“I guess I had a great teacher.” you smile at him over your shoulder, tongue between your teeth, and a quick wink as you feel his hands moving to your waist.

“No, you just have a lot of potential.” he complimented, placing a kiss on your shoulder. Feeling the air grow thicker around you, you move a bit on your seat, accidentally grinding his crotch, feeling a big volume hit against your ass. Biting your lip, you bend forwards, laying your chest on the tank and making sure to lower the space between you both in the back.

You heard a loud sigh and his grip tighten around your waist. One of his arms curled around your middle, pulling you back up to rest your back on his chest again, while his free hand roamed to where your dress rolled up to expose your thigh.

“Stop grinding on me, little dove. Or we won’t make it out of this parking lot.” he whispered in your ear, causing goosebumps to run down your spine and wetness to form between your legs. A side of you really hoping to not make out of that parking lot.

[rotten7rat]

[tamapalace]

Tamagotchi Uni Gift: Crab Hood

Things are about to get crabby! Have you ever wanted your Tamagotchi to have a grab on its head? Well now you can have it! Bandai has announced that they’ll be gifting all Tamagotchi Uni owners with a Crab Hood accessory to wear on Saturday, December 21st, 2024 9:00AM JST, be sure to claim it before Monday, January 20th 2025 11:00PM JST.

[jjjammerson]

just wanted to draw the jacket ngl

[savage-rhi]

I went down the rabbit hole looking up horrible diseases like malaria, fungal infections, kuru, etc. then I got to rabies and the story of how the vaccine for it was discovered.

Louis Pasteur was a French chemist, pharmacist and microbiologist. When he was a kiddo, he witnessed a man from his town succumb to rabies after being bitten by a wolf. Watching the guy deteriorate hit him really fucking hard that he ended up dedicating his life to trying to understand how diseases like that worked and develop treatment for it--which miraculously, he accomplished (seriously, read up on the man's life. He did a lot of cool shit.)

And that brings me to this question:

Did mother fucking Capcom use this information at all for the basis of Luis's backstory in the RE4 remake?

I mean...

As a kid, Luis watches his grandfather get burned alive in his home after gramps was bitten by an infected wolf that caused him to slowly lose his mind (strongly hinted gramps had rabies, although there's theories he was sick with the plaga).

That experience was the inciting incident that more than likely inspired Luis to leave his village and pursue a career working with viruses/parasites. He hyperfixated hard on it like Pasteur did with with diseases and microorganisms.

After Pasteur's death, it was revealed that despite his genius, he was flawed and labeled as, "sometimes unfair, combative, arrogant, unattractive in attitude, inflexible and even dogmatic." Now Luis doesn't come across like this in game (at least not for all these traits), BUT we don't know what he was like as an Umbrella scientist. Before turning a new leaf, he could've very well been a bit of an ass given he was a prodigy biologist.

Pasteur had his breakthroughs and also his controversies such as being criticized for keeping secrecy of his procedures and not giving proper pre-clinical trials on animals. Then there was a whole ethical scandal testing the rabies vaccine on a boy (since he wasn't a licensed professional he could've faced prosecution among other punishments). Kind of sounds like shit Luis would do. Pushing the envelope to satisfy his curiosity even at high personal risk, keeping a lot of his research to himself the best he could after the shit with Umbrella, working against Saddler in secret after realizing what was really unfolding with his work, etc.

Both are in the field of biology.

Luis = Louis (close enough!)

[rockethorse]

Shuebock's Apartments [CC Free]

I was inspired by some tiny Tokyo apartment tours and a TS4 Simmer making a fully-functional 3x3 house to try and see how that might work in The Sims 2. Then I figured, hey, since they're so small, may as well fit as many as you can onto one lot, right?

There are 8 apartments, though only 4 playable families can live in one complex at once. Each apartment is functionally identical except for any necessary mirroring.

Behold; a functional CC-free 3x3 Sims 2 "house". I have foregone a bed in place of a recliner, which is actually pretty good for getting a Sim's energy up, especially if you spring to upgrade it. Everything has been playtested and should be fully accessible, including the shower/toilet, the chest of drawers under the counter, the bookshelf, the phone, etc.

The goal of these apartments was to be as cheap as possible and rent is about §200. Obviously, they're extremely minimal. There's a little leeway for things you can add or move around to suit an individual Sim's needs, but you get what you pay for. There are no places to WooHoo; it's not easy to find a place for a computer; and it's nigh impossible to fit more than one Sim in at a time.

This is the common outdoor area. It's not meant to be pretty. The BBQ with no actual dining area or other amenities was an intentional choice, but it's understandable if you want to add them back in, especially if you play with landlord pizza parties. I imagine the kind of Sims who live here either spend all their time working or else hanging out anywhere but home.

If you aren't bothered by doors getting stuck open, you can replace either the bookshelf or the wardrobe-counter with a one-tile table and a chair, and Sims will still be able to enter the apartment at the cost of never closing their front door. This way you can own a computer.

If you moved or replaced or deleted the TV you could put a CC bunk bed across that wall.

You could easily replace the mini fridge with this CC version that functions as a full fridge.

The stairs to the second floor have been placed with Nopke's mod, so your Sims should be able to walk under them to access the courtyard even if you don't have the same mod. If not, just add a side gate before you move any Sims in (turn it back into a residential lot temporarily, or use Apartment Life building cheats).

Nobody asked for this and I doubt anybody needs it but you can certainly download it!

Download Shuebock's Apartments @ SFS

[pikselis]

changed the pictures of my tester hoods :D (or like other of kind)

[jesaea]

my two campuses in jesabrook, my uni subhood ⋆

i'm still missing the two students union and some skilling lots, but i'm pretty satisfied for now x

hoping i will actually play university 😅

headshots:

[landgraabbed]

the three monkeys of bloom valley, a tiny space for locals to enjoy the outdoors

[dotedlover]

Dotedlover please dont go to uni pleek pleek pleek stay jobless forever pleek stay with us pleek pleek ill fund your existence pleek just please stay PLEEK PLEEK PLEEK PLEEK