#university shenanigans

[chloeseyeliner]

my (very nice and cool aside from the story) professor today asked us, as an introduction to the next thing on syllabus, what our names were (it's very few of us there) and what we like in this life.

when my turn came, i told her i liked reading. she asked: "oh, that's great! what kind of books? do you like the mystery genre?", to which i replied: "not much, to be honest, haha; i actually prefer romance novels and historical fiction."

WHAT was i SUPPOSED to admit right there? that the gayer and more diverse in general the book the better? that i have read rwrb five-six times by now and every time i read dear thisbe, i wish there weren't a wall. love, pyramus, my throat feels tight all of the sudden? that i cry over poetry and i was one of the only people that read the iliad for fun after the school year ended when i was fourteen and get chills when consuming queer and poc history non-fiction books, or that i recommend books that shatter my heart and rip it right out of my chest with their bare, cold, bloody hands? hm?

(anyway, despite this fun fact thing combined with my social anxiety, she is actually such a wonderful professor, fucking finally if you ask me)

#thank god we were not many people in this classroom it was stressful lol #i am not going to say what the subject was for privacy reasons #university shenanigans #red white and royal blue #rwrb #books #the iliad #historical fiction #poetry #romance genre #also for a person who consumes so many historical facts or words that lead to facts through books and documentaries every day #i for sure remember shit #and i am actually truly ashamed of that #i could be a history nerd #but instead chose to be this and let school destroy my love for history forever lol #anyway #i hope it is not forever

[abstract-moth]

welcome to today's epsiode of "am I having a mental breakdown or do I really just don't want to study for this class?"

#university shenanigans #original post

[arywizm]

“I would love to advise you on your thesis if you would consider writing about this topic” sir the hyperfixation will have run its course before sundown

#you are not getting another paper on the performative aspect of motorsport out of me #i did it twice which is unusual as it is #university shenanigans #university #academia

[cherrybean-boy]

"Satan lost Big Time™" is the best quote from my British literature professor. Never thought I would hear something like this in university setting xD

#not headcanons #original content #university shenanigans

[a-sleep-deprived-geologist]

So I was casually asked by a (new) biologist friend from uni why I decided to study Geology.

My answer was that I like rocks, I don't understand biology, I hate to feel caged in the city, love to travel, fucking love geometry and crystallography AND chemistry, and I also like money, and shiny things, and to be surrounded by people day in and day out stresses the heck out of me.

I... I don't think it was a bad answer? I honestly don't know what he expected, tho, but certainly not that. His face was so damn surprised in a "Well damn" way, but not in a bad way (I think?).

Anyway, then we started talking about Julio Verne's books, and the bad movie adaptations, so I guess we are good.

#university shenanigans #geology student

[evadwrites]

on the last day of love

Catherine knew it smelled of new beginnings, heavy rain on an otherwise warm September morning, and slightly burned coffee beans when she met Lyra Martin for the first time.

She knew of Lyra from her best friend, who always enjoyed talking Catherine's ear off about anyone she saw as a worthy competition during seminars in her political ideologies class. Frankly, Lily’s assessment of Lyra outside of the classroom was limited to “She is the girl that wears a lot of flannel and drinks seven gallons of coffee a day”.

It felt ridiculously natural to encounter Lyra for the first time in a coffee shop, of all places. A combination of things – a broken alarm clock, a needy cat, a late bus – led Catherine to forget her wallet at home and become aware of the fact only as she was about to pay. There was an apology on the tip of her tongue as she looked up and met the eyes of a barista.

“Don’t worry, this one is on me,” came an unfamiliar voice.

Catherine watched as a brunette in flannel made her way to the counter and handed the barista a ten-pound bill. It wasn’t until they made their way to the waiting area that Catherine spoke up.

“Thank you, Ms…?” she paused, looking at the young woman expectantly.

“Oh, it’s just Lyra!” the brunette – Lyra – blurted out. “And you are Catherine, right? Lily Miller’s friend?”

Catherine nodded. “I have to admit I’m a little curious… do you make it a habit to buy coffee for strangers who were unfortunate enough to forget their wallet at home?” she asked, arching her eyebrows.

Lyra let out a little laugh, scratching at the back of her neck. “Well, only on Tuesdays, and only for blondes who get two large espressos while looking like their life depends on it. So I guess it’s your lucky day.”

It was one of the silliest things Catherine had ever heard, yet she couldn’t help but smile.

“If you follow your logic, every Tuesday is my lucky day.”

Both of them laughed.

When Catherine was little, her mother used to say that the most magical moment you could have with another person was to laugh with them. She would say that souls bonded when laughter flowed freely and carelessly, but Catherine had never actually believed it until she laughed with Lyra that day. Suddenly, it felt like spring: the snow melting, regularly meeting with friends after winter solitude, and eating ice cream for the first time in months. It also felt like autumn: train rides to a city two hours away, raindrops on glass, and leaves falling, beautiful and bright. Somehow, it was even more than that.

Maybe it was a stretch, but Catherine was sure laughing with Lyra felt like experiencing all four seasons simultaneously.

# # #

It became something they did from this day forward: getting coffee and then walking to the university together. They usually drifted apart as soon as they reached the building: Lyra’s classes, most of which belonged in the Humanities department, kept her away from the Social Sciences building that became Catherine’s home in the past year.

Although the walk to campus took less than twenty minutes, it might have been her favorite part of the day. While getting the teaching assistant job this semester was a dream come true that she looked forward to every morning, a part of her craved the simplicity of her encounters with Lyra.

They talked about nothing and everything at once. It was never just a matter of “I like this book” – it was a detailed explanation of everything right and everything wrong. They exchanged numbers and shared music – random songs Lyra would get in her weekly recommendations, then entire playlists of Lyra-approved songs that Catherine just “had to listen to”. They could talk about some songs having such distinct characters and plots that they could compete with novels and then suddenly jump the topic entirely, focusing on the latest art exhibition Catherine went to with one of her older sisters.

They talked about families and friends. Catherine didn’t have many, so she readily shared tales of her life-long friendship with Lily and her childhood adventures with both of her sisters. As soon as she started talking about Alex and Andy, something overcame her akin to a tsunami, and she felt like she couldn’t stop. She hadn’t experienced this in a while – meeting a new person and clicking with them almost instantaneously, wanting to share bits and pieces of her life with them, and craving to hear something in return.

Lyra talked about her parents, two of her closest guy friends, and her other friend – a smart but quirky girl with dyed platinum-blonde hair. “You might even see her during one of your classes,” she said. “Iris does that sometimes – she just hops from classroom to classroom and sits through lectures like it’s the best pastime in the universe. I tried to get the hang of it but accidentally ended up taking an exam in organic chemistry. Never again.”

Lyra was always smiling while she talked – this intoxicating kind of smile that crawled under Catherine’s skin and made her smile back. Her hazel eyes were warm and looked golden in the morning sunlight. Lyra’s hair was slightly curly yet perfectly tamed, and Lily was right about her – Lyra indeed wore a lot of flannel and went through an insane amount of coffee cups a day. 

She only wished Lily would have told her how kind Lyra was because Catherine would have liked to meet her sooner.

# # #

Crossing into the friendship territory was seamless and almost even unnoticeable if it wasn’t for Lily, who waited for Catherine by the Social Sciences building on a cloudy October morning when she and Lyra got there.

“And who is that, Cat?” Lily asked meaningfully, tilting her head slightly to the left.

Catherine barely held back the urge to roll her eyes at her best friend’s antics.

“Lily, this is my friend Lyra, whom, I believe, you know,” she paused, regarding the redhead with her best scolding gaze. She clearly needed to work on that one, if Lily’s response – quiet snickering – was anything to go by. “And Lyra, this is my infamous best friend, Lily.”

There was something considerably brighter about Lyra’s smile for the rest of the day whenever they saw each other on campus and then in the evening, walking together towards the bus stop. The setting sun was enveloping them in its rays while the sky burst with colors, and Catherine could swear Lyra’s smile was still brighter than all of the orange and red hues. It wasn’t until midnight that she received a ridiculous winky emoji and a link to a new Spotify playlist titled “friendship!!!” and understood the reason for a smile that bright.

# # #

Catherine always knew that friendship was akin to flowers. Both wouldn’t grow if left unattended, uncared for; both needed warmth and gentleness. She liked thinking of her friendship with Lyra as a field of wildflowers – calm and peaceful, yet still radiant and loud.

Their morning walks extended to evening walks, which then extended to stopping somewhere for dinner and talking for hours until it was time for the both of them to get home. Lyra started joining Catherine and Lily during breaks in-between classes, even though she had to jog to the Humanities building to make it back to her lectures in time. After a tentative message from Lyra on a gloomy Saturday evening inviting Catherine to a performance of a French jazz band, they started seeing each other on weekends for art exhibitions, museum trips, or, most frequently, study sessions in the university library.

Golden October and its bright red leaves scattered all around Manchester’s streets bled over into gloomy November and never-ending rainfall, and Lyra remained the constant in Catherine’s life as the autumn went on. Alex was still the person she talked to the most, but Lyra was growing to be a close second.

Somewhere in the middle of November, they got into a habit of coming over to each other’s place on some evenings. Like all things when it came to their relationship, this one was also spontaneous. It was a courtesy of a broken alarm clock, a needy cat, and a late bus that led Catherine to forget her umbrella at home on what seemed to be the rainiest Friday in November. That same evening, under the insistence from Lily that getting home without an umbrella in such weather was most definitely a health hazard, Catherine accepted her invitation to stay over.

They spent half of the night rewatching Harry Potter, eating takeout from Lyra’s favorite burger place down the street, and criticizing J.K. Rowling. Catherine borrowed Lyra’s flannel pyjamas and stole her large fuzzy blanket twenty minutes into the Philosopher’s Stone. They played board games at three in the morning and sometime closer to four-thirty swore they would never, under any circumstances, play Monopoly again (they broke the rule the next day).

The evening and the night that followed were too pleasant a memory not to make it a recurring one, so they did. Friday nights were for sleepovers, takeout, movies, and falling asleep on the couch after eating too much popcorn; Saturday mornings were for sleepily moving through Lyra’s apartment, making pancakes, drinking inhuman quantities of coffee, and catching up on schoolwork for the rest of the day.

It became a part of their little routine, and the next thing Catherine knew was that, somehow, every part of her was connected to Lyra one way or another.

# # #

It became apparent in early December – three months into their friendship and eight days into the snowy fairytale of Catherine’s annual dreams.  

In her usual fashion, Alex reappeared after being MIA for a few days with a FaceTime call on an early Saturday morning and lazily asked, “Guess who is going to be back on British Soil next week?”

This was so utterly and quintessentially Alex that Catherine was ready to cry, as well as tolerate being called ‘Kitty’ for seven days straight. Her older sister hadn’t been back to Manchester since she left in early July for her year abroad in Brussels. She was so happy she didn’t even notice the little squeak she made until Lyra’s head showed up in the doorway, her body still hidden behind the wall.

After her call with Alex was over, Catherine spent at least thirty full minutes recounting every detail of it to Lyra. Hours later, while she was looking through the condiments cupboard, she found herself saying, “I think she would like you, you know.”

Lyra stilled. “Oh?”

“My sister.”

“Which one?”

“Lexie, but she would kill you if you called her that,” Cat chuckled. “Alex. She is a very… no-nonsense person. Blunt, straight-forward, very sarcastic. But she is also very funny and can be sweet if she wants to.”

Lyra let out a little laugh. “Well, then you must introduce us.”

“Oh, darling, I wouldn’t want her to steal you away from me,” Catherine whispered as if it was their little secret; as if Lyra was only hers, and she was unwilling to share her with anybody, even her sister.

“I like you too much for this to happen.”

Lyra smiled. It was the same kind of smile – gentle and full of meaning – she gave her when Catherine wore a navy blue pantsuit and Lyra smiled and said, “You look– You should wear it more. It brings out your eyes.”

Lyra smiled, and suddenly, Catherine thought that she wouldn’t even mind sharing Lyra with somebody if it meant she could still have one of those smiles.

# # #

She received the same smile a week later.

Alex arrived at their parents’ house two days early, moving up the date of the scheduled family dinner, which caused it to overlap with Catherine’s dinner and movie Friday night plans with Lyra. They had been doing it every week for the past month, so there shouldn’t have been any harm in skipping one, but Catherine still felt like something was being taken away from her, however irrational that line of thinking was.

Maybe that was the reason for a spur-of-the-moment decision and a tentative “Would you like to go with me to the family dinner?” addressed to Lyra. Catherine didn’t even allow Lyra to answer at first as she kept on rambling about looking forward to Lyra meeting Alex, Lily most likely being invited too, and Andy bringing either her cat or her boyfriend.

It was at least three full minutes before Catherine breathed out and asked, “So, what do you say?”

OPTION A: Lyra accepts the dinner invitation and meets Catherine’s sisters. 

OPTION B: Lyra declines the dinner invitation.

NB! This choice determines whether the beginning, as well as the entire story, shall be intricate or simple. 

#eva writes #university shenanigans #interactive story #writing stuff

[anxietyfrappuccino]

saw a guy in a scream costume on campus last night

#my post #campus life #university shit #university shenanigans #idk man #scream #scream movies #scream movie #scream mask #ironically i am watching scream 5 rn #didn’t even realize the connection till after i started watching #oops lol #ghost face

[gayboss-too-close-to-the-sun]

I’m visiting my old uni, and it feels like a great time to reminisce on when my prof played the trailer for the teen wolf movie from the 80s but he had to leave the room because he’d seen it before and didn’t want to take that much psychic damage again. The class trauma bonded that day. I have not been the same since.

#university shenanigans #philosophy professors do what they want #teen wolf #but the really old and lame version #watch that trailer if you want your eyes to bleed

[vodrae]

Batkid: YOU KNOW WHAT ?! YOU'RE NOT ADOPTED !

Damian, pounting, fighting his tears back.

Gasps in the manor.

#batman #batfamily #batfam #dc comics #bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #duke thomas #robin #batfamily shenanigans #dc #dcu #dc universe #barbara gordon #alfred pennyworth #Nightwing #red hood #red robin #batgirl #batkids

[missabnormal]

Currently at my Law School graduation ceremony (not actual graduation, but kind of is) and dying in Satan’s vacation home (Puerto Rico 97 degrees Fahrenheit in the year and month of our lord June 2023).

#I’m going to lose every drop of water in my body at this rate #ramblings #university shenanigans

[batfamilycannons]

Dick*the eldest daughter reaching a breaking point and it was this or manslaughter*: Due to my emotional trauma, I have decided I will be reverting back to my childhood Goblin lifestyle

Jason*always one for chaos*: Good for you

Bruce*traumatized from the first time not sure if he can survive a pt.2*: oh no

Tim*never left his Menace Lifestyle and is very exited to help cause more problems*: yay!

Bruce*even more scared*: oh no

#Bruce should be thankful this is all he’s doing #Roy is also very exited remembering the original Gremlin days #batfam #batfam headcanons #batboys #batfamily #dc comics #dc universe #dcu #batbros #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake wayne #incorrect quotes #incorrect batfamily quotes #bruce wayne #batfam shenanigans #batman #nightwing #red hood #robin #incorrect dcu quotes

[nell0-0]

I am totally in love with your design for young Link/Mask it's adorable and full of mischief. Your Hyrule Warriors comics are amazing. I know this isn't an ask but thank you!

Mask being a little shit is like, my favorite thing ever. Warriors is so confused. The fact Mask is not technically lying, tho-

Glad you like them! Dw about proper asks or whatever, I love getting these, so ty!

#linked universe #lu mask #lu time #lu warriors #oot link #mm link #hw link #tloz #tloz fanart #pre lu #time travel shenanigans #my art #asks #tw: swearing

[abstract-moth]

only one exam left

only one exam left

ONLY ONE EXAM LEFT

#I want to be done so very much #university shenanigans #original post

[rad-batson]

AU where after 12yo Billy’s identity gets revealed to the JL, Bruce Wayne gives his number to Billy for emergencies or any other situation where he might need an adult (like a get-out-of-jail free card, covering rent, signing a permission slip, advice, anything.) No strings attached. He won’t act controlling. Just in case, you know?

And for a while it’s never used because Billy would rather take his own eye out than ask an adult for help. Until Billy realizes there are a lot more benefits to this than he thought. Now whenever Uncle Dudley is at work and Constantine is too busy running from the magical authorities or (more importantly) he doesn’t want either to know what he’s doing, Bruce is the adult he calls.

-

Cap, over comms: Hey Bruce, I need advice.

Bruce, already in the zeta tube: Which villain is it?

Cap: You have style, right? What should I wear to the school dance? Because Dudley said a ruffled tuxedo shirt is “a classic” but it sounds ugly and-

Bruce:

Bruce: Oh, it’s that kind of advice.

-

Bruce: *posing as Billy’s guardian for class registration day*

PTA Mom: Hello sir, is this your son?

Bruce: *looks at Billy*

Billy: *nodding his head*

Bruce: Yes

-

Billy: Hey Bruce, can you buy something for me?

Bruce: What is it?

Billy: *slowly hands Bruce a copy of The Conjuring*

Bruce:

Bruce: Billy, I don’t think you should—

Billy: You promised :(

Bruce: *whispering* fuck

-

Cap, over comms: Uhh, Bruce? Do you know Sanskrit?

Bruce: Yeah, why? Is it for a school assignment?

Cap: …Don’t tell Constantine.

Bruce:

Cap: I got kidnapped by an ancient cult, and I need you to help me escape.

Bruce: *crushes the mug of coffee he’s holding*

Bruce: Oh?

#billy batson roping bruce into his hijinks is peak shenaniganizing #is this ooc for bruce? depends on what comic era you like most #bruce wayne is everyone's dad #billy batson is a little shit #billy totally used bruce as his the getaway driver once #billy batson #bruce wayne #batdad #captain marvel dc #dc captain marvel #shazam #justice league #dc universe #dc #batman

[wolfish-chan]

Batfam + co headcanons

- Jason dyes his hair black, but can’t seem to dye back the white streak

- His eyes use to be more brown, but after his dip in the Lazarus pit, they are a dark green

- The Al Ghul’s are similar in that aspect - Ra’s and Talia both have naturally brown eyes and Damian’s blue, but they’re now a vibrant green, reflecting the amount of time they’ve spent in the pit

- Ra’s eyes are the most unsettling, they’re the exact color of the pit water

- Damian has an accent

- Dick does too, but it’s much harder to pinpoint because of how much he’s traveled

- Damian calls Bruce ‘Baba’, but only after he disappeared. Before that it was just ‘Father’

- Tim is supposed to wear glasses, but he tends to forget them and his contacts so his mask is built to compensate. However, he is forever squinting during board meetings at Wayne Enterprises

- Jason and Bruce have the same thinking face but nobody would willingly call it out

- Alfred could definitely kill any of the rogue gallery, but he doesn’t out of respect of Bruce’s values

- Initially, Bruce would get annoyed when Tim would bring YJ into the batcave/manor, but he’s slowly begun to expect it

- He did get tired of finding Bart in his good chair though, so now he has a special one beside it (everyone knows it’s for Bart, but Bruce would rather be caught dead than admit that)

- Duke gets along really well with Bart and Wally, and Bruce feels a headache forming every time they’re together

- Cass is Wally’s favorite out of Dick’s siblings. More often than not, he talks way too fast for her to catch more than a few words, but she’s such an attentive listener that he forgets

- Stephanie and Jason aren’t allowed to be in a room together without supervision because they kept getting into fistfights (she antagonizes him as a hobby)

- When Damian needs time to think, he goes down to the barn to sit with Batcow because nobody ever checks for him there. They always assume he’s off training

- Duke brings out Damian’s childish nature in the best ways, and they’re almost as close as Damian is with Dick

- They pester each other a lot, but then fall asleep watching movies together (true brothers fr)

- The entirety of the batfam refuses to watch superhero movies because they’re “inaccurate”

- Jason and Diana have a genuine bond, and it only grows stronger when he comes back, even if she does get disappointed with his actions. She’s like the mom he never had

- Clark always says he doesn’t have favorites out of the younger generation, but it’s secretly Tim. He appreciates all that he does for Kon (Dick is still his favorite Robin tho)

- Alfred doesn’t make certain recipes anymore because they were something he used to make with Jason, and it upsets him to make them without his assistant

- Tim cannot for the life of him match his clothes, like Adam Sandler type of style

#batman #batfam #batfamily #bat bros #dc universe #dcu #dcu headcanons #bruce wayne #jason todd #damian wayne #dick grayson #duke thomas #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #batfam shenanigans #shitpost #young justice #bart allen #barry allen #wally west #diana prince #kon el kent #cassie sandsmark #clark kent #alfred pennyworth #talia al ghul #ras al ghul

[emo-batboy]

A Wild Battinson (Social Media AU)

Part 35 (Masterlist)

(Part 36)

@bruciemilf I’m just spoiling everyone today, aren’t I??

#we are back to plot folks #shenanigans ensue #babygirl bruce wayne #battinson #bruce wayne #batman #the batman 2022 #the batman #batman 2022 #battinson needs a hug #dc universe #dc #gotham #gotham city #only in gotham #gothamite #soft bruce wayne #dick grayson #give battinson a child 2k23 #social media au #social media #batdad #batfamily #tim drake