there are guys in my dorm who decided to play cards in the elevator
see what intrigues me about college isn’t the intellectual pursuit or the bonding or whatever, its the fact that people have the freedom to do random shit like this
Okay, everybody, I have a story about random shit in college. When I was in college, there was a particular class I took where, no matter what time you walked into class, if you made it into the room before the professor, you wouldn’t be counted late. I mean, that’s a pretty cool policy, given how some professors are really obnoxious about attendance.
Well, one time, a fellow student of mine was running late to class. As she reached the edge of the building, she saw her professor making it to the front steps (super long rectangular building here). He looks up from walking and he sees her. He then points to his watch, gives her a well-meaning “Look who’s late” face, and walks on inside.
What he didn’t know, though, was that this particular student was like freakishly good at bouldering and related climbing skills, so she was just like “Fuck it” and SCALED THE BUILDING!
She tapped on the window of the 4th floor classroom (the floors had like 20ft ceilings, so, she was quite a ways up there), nearly making one student piss himself. They opened the window, she rolled through, onto the floor, and slid into her seat about five seconds before the professor opened the door to the classroom.
He did a double take, started to say “How the hell d—” when a security guard ran in, red-faced and panting, pointed at her and bellowed “STOP DOING THAT!”
omfg the amount of fucks college kids don’t give astounds me
IVE ONLY SEEN THIS POST IN SCREENSHOTS
I LOVE THE IMPLICATION THAT THIS STUDENT HAS A REPUTATION FOR SCALING THE BUILDINGS
•"hey, y’see the red thing at the top of the shelf, will you get it?“ “Sorry, what?” “On the sh-” “oh yeah sure, I’ll get it.”
•*doesn’t hear teacher because someone’s pen is making a scratchy sound at the back of the room*
•*replays video 10 ten times to figure out what they’re saying*
•teachers asking, “why do you always stop writing in the middle of a sentence, just write down whatever I’m saying,” followed by the response, “I’m just processing it,” rebuked by, “we’ll stop processing it and just write.”
•*gets really focused on staring out the window and goes through four songs without hearing a single on*
someone is whispering to their friends in the library, you don’t even know who this person is but you know their major, what state they grew up in, and their hobbies during high school. you just wanted to find a quiet spot to do your chemistry homework.
wanting to chime in on other people’s conversations all the time, but don’t, because you’re not suppose to be “listening” to them.
being the only person in the house that can hear that awful buzzing sound certain electronics make
hiding in your room because everything is too loud.
motorcycles were invented by satan
being told that you have dog-like hearing by friends and family
being yelled at for “not listening” by friends and family.
God. God. God. God.
This entire post is so fucking relatable it hurts
“You just need to learn to tune it out.”
Forgetting how to think because ambient noise is drowning out your internal monologue.
“No, I don’t need the volume up, I’d just really like to put on subtitles. No, I don’t need to move closer, I just…”
Leaving the room whenever someone starts talking on the phone.
Pausing your video whenever someone starts talking but trying really really hard not to seem passive aggressive about it.
Struggling to explain why this one sound is the most horrible thing in the world while other very similar sounds are fine.
you’re trying to listen to what some very important person is trying to say, but you can only focus on the conversations of the ppl around you
sitting in a restaurant and thinking the people sitting next to you are being SO loud because you can hear everything they’re saying, but when you mention it you get weird looks so obviously you’re just overreacting.
not being able to handle the little keyboard sounds as your mom types a text from across the room, but when you ask your mom (who is a quadruple texter) to put her phone on silent you get a murderous look, like you’ve asked her to kill her cat.
turning on ambient noises and trying to relax, only to end up turning it off because it’s not actually helping you fall asleep.
“the speakers are making this high pitched noise”
“what the hell are you talking about?”
“THE SPEAKERS ARE PRACTICALLY SCREAMING HOW DO YOU NOT HEAR THAT??”
for u our Noctis cult master duckie sama…… im always wanting to make a simple gift art but in the end its gonna get out of hand cause thats how much I luv this fandom and friends!!!!!!!
I think my favorite thing about the ‘Kacchan as Bakugou’s Hero Name’ Theory is that it gives off that cute sweet vibe. So I can’t help but imagine people who have never met Bakugou or had the delight of talking to him before expecting a sweet and kind hero and then suddenly this angry and loud guy shows up shouting and threatening everyone and their mother’s lives. And right when these people are like ‘who the heck is this pissy guy?’ he turns around and screams in this angry and annoyed tone that is in no way sweet or calm ‘I’M FUCKING KACCHAN YOU SHIT!’
Bakugo, tutoring Todoroki: How the fuck are you supposed to fight me properly if you’re worried about your shitty grades?
Bakugo, serving Todoroki healthy homemade food: How the fuck are you supposed to fight me properly if you’re eating fucking garbage?
Bakugo, giving Todoroki a shoulder massage: How the fuck are you supposed to fight me properly if you’re so goddamn tense?
Bakugo, tucking Todoroki into bed: How the fuck are you supposed to fight me properly if you’re fucking tired?
Bakugo, making out with Todoroki: How the fuck are you supposed to fight m—
She starts getting closer to his ship, because he must not be hearing her song right. When he still doesn’t come to the edge, she starts singing loudly.
He does listens, but it doesn’t lure him into throwing himself off the boat without a second thought. She immediately suspects a charm or magic working against her song.
She finally calls out to him, and McCree at least comes to the edge where she sees that nothing ordinary is off on his person. Her questions start coming, and McCree answers them although he’s not sure where she got the idea of him using magic from.
Their conversations slowly become regular. At night, when the rest of the crew is asleep and the waters lie still, McCree seeks out the mermaid. He tells her her songs are beautiful, but they are distracting to his crew. Sombra smiles at that, before saying her songs were meant for him, but they don’t work on him.
McCree doesn’t know why either, but when she sings for him, there is no need for magic to enchant McCree with the purple fins and scales of the mermaid.
Captain Buccaneer’s smirk and salute when Major General Olivier Armstrong rolls out of the elevator in a fucking tank is arguable one of the best scenes in Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood
Yeah! In my stories, I don’t really usually write side pairings since I have a hard enough time focusing and developing on the main ship, but if I do, for Sombra, the other two characters I pair her with are Genji and Hanzo. In that case, I pair McCree with Pharah, pretty much, if he makes a cameo 😊
For McCree, like I said, I pair him with Pharah if the fic isn’t Mcs*mbra, but in my Mercyhog AU, I pair him with Junkrat ^^ Otherwise…then definitely Lucio ❤
For Hanzo (if not a troublesh**ting fic), it’s easy b/c I always either pair him up with Symmetra, Widowmaker, or Mei c:
And for Genji (if not a S*mji fic), it’s either Zenyatta, DVa, Symmetra, Lucio or Mercy
Lucio is always with DVa most of the time in my AUs but if not, then he’s with McCree or Genji 🙂
Mercy is always usually paired with either Roadhog, Genji, or Junkrat in my stories. And possibly either the occasional Symmetra, Mei, Zarya, or Zenyatta
But of course, the side pairings don’t usually get much focus, unless I feel like it’s important/makes sense to that AU. But other than that, no one’s forever alone!
They both have a belief of the supernatural, but McCree is a little more into it then Sombra.
McCree jumps easier but Sombra becomes a quiet kind of scared over a period of time that’s hard to shake off.
If they visited a haunted house, it would be a whole scene of Sombra swearing in Spanish while clinging to McCree’s arm as he’s practically lifting her off the ground from holding her so tightly while watching out for every jump scare imaginable.
a/n: here you go anon! sorry if it’s not my best, i need to practice writing more with junk and road.
Junkat:
Jamison has the biggest of crushes on, he can’t really fault you for being oblivious though when it took him seeing someone else flirting with you to finally give his feelings a name.
Jamison will give you small compliments, and make you small and useful trinkets that you can use to help you in combat and outside of combat.
Sometimes his feelings get the better of him in combat if he hears that you are hurt or pinned down he’s the first one to charge in to provide support and make sure that you are alright.
When you do finally notice his feelings, Jamison just feels so relieved. A weight has been lifted and all he can do is laugh.
Roadhog:
Mako doesn’t mind that you’re oblivious to his crush on you, he’s not the best with words and showing how he feels so he doesn’t see it as a big problem.
Still acts the same around you, dropping small sweet words here and there to see you smile at him or laugh. When he’s not with Jamison then he can often be found with you.
Mako keeps an eye on you, making sure that both you and Jamison stays in his line of sight so he can pull either of you out of danger if needed. He doesn’t take too kindly to those who threaten your safety, has used his hook more often than not to get you out of danger.
You learn about Mako’s crush on you in the heat of battle, while he’s grabbing a hogdrogen canister and flat out tells you to your face that he has a crush on you and that you had better survive
It was safer in the forest, under his protection. There, he could provide you with everything you would ever require without the hassle of outsiders imposing and prying. It was definitely a change from being in the center of the village, but you were happy to have so much space. There was so much to do to keep you busy, and it made life fulfilling in a way you hadn’t felt before.
After all, you had a little one to prepare for, and you wanted to be as ready as any first-time parent could be.
You found yourself in the garden that afternoon, kneeling in the dirt and prying errant weeds from around the fruits and vegetables that you had planted for the season. The berries were almost perfectly ripe and ready to be plucked from their bushes and vines; they were still on the small side, but they were sweet and would make excellent preserves to store and sell on your next trip into the village.
Was it strange to be so excited over produce?
“You are in no condition to do such labor.”
Turning, you see a pair of white eyes gazing at you from the shadows of the surrounding trees, narrowed, but not angry. You gave a smile to the demon.
“It’s hardly much labor. Besides, if I can still bend, then I can still work.”
For being five months pregnant, you weren’t showing all that much. Your stomach had only distended a couple inches with the growth of the life within, and while it was enough to notice while bare or in tighter clothing, your normal, looser shirts hid your pregnancy rather well.
“Stubborn woman,” was growled out, though there was no malice to the words. He knew you couldn’t keep your hands still, understood that you enjoyed working just as much as he enjoyed doting on you in his own special way. You would continue to do what you could while you were able, and he knew this.
It didn’t stop him from trying to take over any tasks he deemed too laborious, however, but for the most part, he left you to your own devices.
You were in the process of uprooting a particularly hardy weed, one that must have been previously missed and thrived for much longer than it should have, when a large hand enveloped yours, claws carefully skimming over your knuckles in the process.
“Hanzo….”
“Take a break, dear one. You have been out here for hours.”
“Have I?” you questioned, looking up at the sky. It was still rather bright out, but the sun was definitely making its trek further toward the horizon. You had been busy much longer than you thought.
“Oh! I haven’t even started dinner yet!”
“There is no need. I have prepared an adequate meal as you worked.”
You looked to the demon, fondness filling your gaze.
“Hanzo, you didn’t have to do that.”
“What else am I to do for such a stubborn woman who does all? It is the least I can accomplish when you are busy with everything else. Now come, before it cools.”
With an admiring smile, you allow Hanzo to help you to your feet, stating up at him as he looks down at you. He may not have been the best at communicating through his wordsnn at least as far as affection went, but what he lacked in that department, he made up in actions.
His large hands strayed to your stomach, palms smoothing over the tiny bump of your belly. There was an errant kick that had the demon removing his hands immediately, one that neither of you had been expecting. You laughed and reached for his wrists, placing his hands back where they had been.
“It’s alright. See? They’re just trying to get comfortable. Probably wasn’t too happy about me being in the dirt for so long.”
“A sentiment the little one and I agree on,” he murmured, eyes wide as he watched the slow movement of his hands over your belly. There wasn’t another kick, but Hanzo seemed enthralled, regardless.
“Angela will be by tomorrow to check my progress,” you said, pressing your own hands against the back of his. “If the conditions are right, we might know the gender.”
“It does not matter, only that the babe is well…and that you are well.”
Hanzo looked to you, and in his eyes you could see the hint of worry that always lied beyond the adoration he held for you. It was almost comical to think that this being held any sort of worry over you, but you understood. It was the same feeling you had anytime he disappeared for too long. He always came back to you, but that didn’t stop you from worrying.
With a gentle smile, you plied one of his hands from your stomach and brought it to your lips, kissing over the backs of his fingers.
“I am well,” you murmured, watching as the worry disappeared from his gaze, at least for the moment. He returned your motions, dipping his head down and lifting your hands closer to his lips, careful of the sharp tusks that protruded from his lips as he kissed over your delicate skin.
This man was ecstatic when you said yes. The person of his dreams was actually his lover? He couldn’t get enough of you! He loved hearing your voice; it was music to his ears.
He would always pull you into bear hugs; walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around you. He would rest his chin on top of your head, his arms dangling off your shoulders as he playfully slumped against you.
He loved everything about you — even the tiniest imperfections that you adorned. You were amazing just the way you are and he would never want that to change.
Jesse loved taking you out places; whether it be a local diner, to the beach or a stroll around the base. Being with you always made him happy. He didn’t care where you went, just as long as you were side by side he would be thrilled.
His nicknames for you came in a plethora; darling, honeybee, sweetheart just to name a few. He loved the blush that would flare up on your cheeks whenever he would whisper the endearment terms into your ears, you looked so adorable and he just couldn’t help but tease you along with it.
Pulling you into a sudden dance when you both were alone was his favorite; playing older songs in the background, his hands around your waist as you both swayed side to side, enjoying the moment.
He couldn’t get enough of you. He loved glancing your way whenever you passed by, down the hall. He loved throwing winks your way and flustering you while out on a mission. He especially loved watching you train in the gym, your skin glistening under the artificial lighting.
Hanzo
When you first asked him to be your lover, he was taken aback. Was he truly worthy of your love and affection? Had he deserved everything you gave him? He had his doubts, but your loving words filled him with joy — making his heart flutter in delight.
He couldn’t name a single thing about you that he disliked — aside from your teasing whenever his face light up in a fiery blush. He would sputter words out, looking away from you to keep his composure, but utterly failing as his hands raised to hide himself from your wandering eyes.
He wasn’t the biggest fan of PDA, but when you came home from a rather long mission, he couldn’t help himself but to run up to you and tightly embrace you. He wished how much he missed you into your ear, planting a kiss to your temple — temporary for when you go behind closed doors.
He enjoyed drinking tea with you; showing you his favorites and trying others as you both chatted about minuscule things. Hearing about your day was something he loved, even though you said it was nothing special. When your face lit up as you told a story, a smile of his own broke out on his lips.
He always thrived to show you how to use a bow and arrow, so when you first asked he was filled with joy; telling you that you had the potential to be an amazing archer. When you grew frustrated with yourself, he would always be there to reassure you. He would tell you stories of his childhood and his training with archery, telling you the hardships he endured to be where he currently is with skill.
He loved holding you close, his arms wrapped around you as you both basked in each other’s company. He enjoyed the silence that accompanied these times, telling you that the more time he spent beside you, the more he fell in love.
He was respectful with your personal space, as you were to his. He would always ask permission before embracing you, as to make sure you were comfortable, but sometimes he couldn’t help himself. He would hug you and give you gentle kisses, some with and without reason; “I happened to feel like it.”
Genji
He was self-conscious over his body and scars; what did you see in him? He was almost entirely metal and his complexion was covered in scars. Why would you want to be with him? He was extremely hesitant at first, wondering if your longing was filled by pity — but after spending time with you and having heart-to-heart conversations with him, he finally understood.
His eyes were always transparent when around you; he never felt the need to act as if nothing was wrong. He trusted you with all his being and his meditation sessions with Zenyatta were a definite help.
Genji always provided wisdom for you whenever you became stressed, quoting the words his teacher used when the tension built up within himself. He did his best to help you, offering to massage your shoulders when the muscles grew tight.
Sparring with you was one of his favorites; he loved being able to see what you were capable of. Whenever you kicked his ass, he always had a smile on his face, telling you how amazing you had become since when you first joined Overwatch.
He would always come up from behind you and pick you up, caring you in his arms whenever he felt the overwhelming need to show you his love; he couldn’t help himself, he just loved the sounds you would make in protest. Of course, it was never while you were in mid conversation, just when you were aimlessly wandering the base, waiting for your mission departure. He needed time alone with you before you left and vise versa.
He invited you to meditate with him, which you would always take the offer. Stress from missions built up, so being able to cleanse yourself and be at peace — even if it was just for a moment — was enough.
He always wanted to protect you, either while out on a mission or just simply laying in bed beside each other. You were his everything and he couldn’t live with himself if something were to happen to you. Genji knew you could take care of yourself, but he just needed the extra precaution.
Mostly singing to distract him but not outright luring him in with a siren song. Plus, her tendency to hide in the waves until McCree starts looking for her and wondering where she went as his bothered expression slowly turns to something of worry and longing is fun. It always puts a grin on Sombra’s lips when she reappears with a cheeky wave of her tail and McCree’s soft relief quickly hides behind a sour look underneath his hat.
dare i say that stuffed animals are one of the single greatest inventions of all time and im thankful every day for the fact that someone thought to make animals but in huggable plush form…..saved me from a lot of bad nights and nightmares as a kid, i love you stuffed animals
i just wanna thank stuffed animals for existing, thank you for being stuffed pals for all these years
1. You matter. Your thoughts, feelings, hopes, dreams, wishes, longings, fears, anxieties – they all matter.
2. There is no-one else like you. You can play a unique role in the world and in other peoples’ lives. The world will be a poorer place without your own very special contribution.
3. You were made to be loved, wanted and treasured. It’s not just a matter of accepting or putting with who you are. You were meant to be valued and cherished by others.
4. You were made to live a full and happy life.
5. You were made to have purpose and to go after your dreams – to feel that you achieve and your life is meaningful.
6. Your life is a gift – it is given as you matter. You’re a beautiful person. Be all that you can be.
~My Tumblr Back-Up And Stuffs~ 
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