#crackhead academia

[crackheadacademia]

Until I was 21, I learned to grow up. I learned to get strong and got a hard shell. I learned that the world is unfair. I learned that being an adult means to be hard. To be strong. To fight.

The year I turned 22 I started to soften again.

I started to grow fond of the right people. I started to relax a bit. I met new people. I lived abroad. I grew stronger, yes, but differently.

The year I turned 25 I grew soft. I started to love again. I started to love life more.

Everyday, i struggle with this. I'm not supposed to be soft, I tell myself. I'm not supposed to be weak. But the people that surround me allow me to be weak. They allow me to be soft. They allow me to be vulnerable.

And I'm happier. I still struggle. I'm still alone. But I'm not as lonely. I am not as terrified. I'm not forcing myself to be strong on my own.

#crackhead academia #university #friendship #teens #twenties #growing up #strong #but different now #writing #im just here to scribble my thoughts #yes i drank

[iconwannabe]

I'm hot. like high fever kind of hot

#immune system crackhead why are u such a loser #i eat fruits and do mild workout for 30mins every day & have also started drinking green tea WHY THEN WHY #iconwannabe #text #text post #chaotic academia #chaotic #dark academia #light academia #thoughts

[lexihowardhoney]

fuck dark academia all my homies love light and pink academia

#im joking joking #dark academia good..... UNLESS... #im sorry i just like it when my characters are a little bit moronic and silly #and when there is glitter #and other stuff #i like it when my crazy girlies are being crazy and they are total crackheads #light academia #pink academia #light academia aesthetic #pink aesthetic #dark academia #dark academia aesthetic #winx club #barbie princess charm school #anne of green gables

[dusteddpetals]

I am obsessed with saying "Frrr", "true", "riyal", "litteraly" "damnnn" "hawww" at everything.

#being desi #desi shit posting #desi tag #desi academia #desi teen #desi tumblr #chaotic academic aesthetic #desi humor #tumblr #desiblr #Desi crackhead

[can-we-die-now]

"eye contact is equivalent to sex for [redacted]"

"he wears glasses as condoms"

#sorry for the mental image #we arent even funny anymore #why is our class like this #why are we friends with these people #shit you hear in college #our college is manufacturing crackheads #college #school #turning into cfal students #student #mediocre at best #chaos #chaotic academia #random shit #random #shitpost #shitposting #desi tumblr #study #desi teen #desi #desiblr #desi dark academia #desi academia #science academia #desi studyblr #studyblr #science tumblr

[grovylethegreat]

All Might looks like a trick sparrow

#crackhead hour #grovyle plays ffix #all might #no really he got that hair and colors #yall just gotta trust me #my hero academia

[bluelizze]

Me: writes that yukina’s death is the most emotionally damaging thing to Tomura and myself

Also me:

Tomura’s POV: Ur gf is about to pull a Marie Antoinette

Yukina’s POV: Ur about to emotionally scar ur bf and haunt him in the afterlife but he won’t know until later

It’s kinda spoilers so I’m not fully giving you the context but it is taken place shortly before the final war arc and with season 7 trailer just released, mind as well post this

#rochelle x tomura #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #mha #bnha #bnha oc #mha oc #shitpost #crackhead #rochelle de leblanc #angst but not taken srsly #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #shigaraki x oc

[scrambledgrug]

#chaotic academia #chaotic academic aesthetic #grunge #Academia #Crackhead #Crackhead vibes #aesthetic #grunge aesthetic #chaoscore

[theinsomniacindian]

Indian Chaotic Academia Pt. 1

Wanting to wear jumpers and hoodies but changing your mind after looking at the daily temperature

Scoring 97% in English in your board exams but your spoken English makes you sound like you are an illiterate crackhead

Messy yet (somewhat) intelligible handwriting

A weak spot for old Bollywood songs regardless of your personal taste in music

Wanting to study in a park or a cafe but you can't as they're too loud and busy

Adrak chai is the solution to everything

Muting the class WhatsApp group so you can read angsty fanfiction at 3 a.m. without alerting your parents

Buying several highlighters but still end up using blunt pencils to mark important study material

At some point, a B is the best grade you'll ever find in your report card

Reading the Mahabharata at the back of the class in the same way you would read a modern novel ("Nooo, why did he have to die 😭")

Coming up with ideas for study charts but never actually making them

The poem you have to learn in your regional language class is actually your favourite childhood song

Getting the 'Slytherin house' that always comes last in every school event

#funny thing is that i have done all of these things at least once in my life #these are only a handful of experiences from my old life that i desperately want to forget and remember at the same time #btw the 'slytherin house' part means houses that are given the slytherin treatment. they don't have to be the green house #the green house was considered to be the 'gryffindor house' in my old school (i was in the red one. how ironic) #chaotic academia #dark academia #chaotic academia aesthetic #dark acadamia aesthetic #indian dark academia #indian chaotic academia #school life #indian education system #indian schools #india #just indian things #indian aesthetic #personal experiences #poc dark academia #poc chaotic academia #the insomniac archives

[thestral-queen-rules]

desi wlw light academia aesthetic

//if I lived a million lives, I would have felt a million feelings and still would have fallen a million times for you//

- R.M.Drake

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Some people who might like this one:@suvarnarekha @seekerbrave @psycho-mocha @kajukatliontop @wowyoufeelorphic @pitipossum @jugn00-fangirl @smr-the-tired-crackhead @metalvenomludens7 @cipher-dorito @bookishmuggleborn @bookishmuggleborn @tonicaballos @curious-fruitcake @shirodumbclownwolf @justalonelywriter @chaoticaindica @sr1nika @mrdyketator @adoginthemanger @shilabalika @ya-boi-leto @paadhee @silky-moon @rainbowsnowflake @dilliwaaligf @one-happy-silent-geek-girl @hanisishus @inexhaustible-sources-of-magic @king-of-knives @aayatunnisa @stolenkissesinthe-rain @navaratna @evarukadu @vaanvaruvaan @lemon-ooruga

#aesthetic #aesthetic moodboard #moodboard #dark academia #dark academia aesthetic #desi #desi aesthetic #desi moodboard #desi aesthetic moodboard #desiblr #desi lesbian #lesbian #lesbian aesthetic #queer aesthetic #pride #pride month #desi pride

[crackheadacademia]

If whitman wrote poems about intimacy with strangers today, he would totally write about drunk girls in bathrooms.

#crackhead academia #studentlifeproblems #university #writing #books & libraries #dark academia #light academia #academia aesthetic #academia #walt whitman

[an-idiot-in-fandoms]

Meet-Ugly [Jason Todd x Reader]

summary: you meet red hood. it’s not great. not really, anyway. warning: some horror elements but nothing too extreme a/n: this is so messy i’m sorry

How the goddamn, everloving fuck did you get in this situation again?

Oh, right. You’re young, stupid and broke, which means doing batshit crazy things to get even fifty cents to go towards your student loan. Besides, it’s Gotham, you were bound to end up in a sticky spot somehow; but one of your own making? One of your own doing?

This was a new low.

For, currently, you were clinging onto the rail of a window washing cart, that had previously been at the top of a six storey building, as it plummeted towards the ground, your terrified screaming loud and evident.

Allow me to explain.

Clarisa, one of your friends at university, was one of your biggest supporters --- she let you crash at her place whenever the power went out at yours (again, Gotham), she helped you with lecture notes and so forth. But despite her intelligence in academia, she had a wild streak, and true to that nature, she bet you forty dollars that you wouldn’t be able to go into a deserted building on the outskirts of the city, and stay in there for three hours without running out. She would pick the building, and you’d be given a flashlight, your phone and a bag of crisps for the ride; then, you’d be left in there, and she’d wait outside, to make sure that a) nobody came and saw, and b) that you didn’t cheat.

And like a fool, you agreed.

Clarisa had chosen an abandoned warehouse, that used to house some docking crates, and supposedly had been used by smugglers as well. “Legend has it,” she told you, with a dramatic flap of hand, as you two stood outside the structure, “that the ghosts of those workers still haunt these halls, looking for their lost schedules.”

“Don’t you mean their lost paychecks?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow, before sighing in exasperation, “Let’s just get this over with. By the end of this, I’m expecting forty dollars, got it?”

“Yes,” she snorted, “you’re no fun. You not scared some vengeful spirit is gonna attack you?”

“I’d scare them off with my lack of self preservation,” you replied bluntly. “My life is pain, my art is pain.”

“Ok, fuckin’... Gerard Way wannabe,” Clarisa conceded. “You got everything you need? Phone, flashlight, crisps?”

“Check, check, check,” you listed off.

“Right, get in there bitch, and come out when I call you. You take one step outside and you’re losing your lunch tomorrow,” she gave you a playful shove, and you groaned in annoyance, cursing your substantial money deficiency, before trudging over to the entrance.

And hell, it was dark inside. You squinted in surprise, then hastily turned on your flashlight, to observe your surroundings; nothing much, just a few dusty boxes, though there were a large amount of feathers, weirdly enough, scattered on the floor. You peered up, till you found the staircase, stoney and grimey, leading to the upper levels --- you paused, then shrugged, you’d be in here for a while, might as well explore, no?

(Bad, bad, bad, bad fucking idea.)

Making your way up the steps, you noticed how the sounds echoed off the walls, hollow and empty, while the walls were stained with something that looked suspiciously like dried blood. It gave you some apprehension, but nothing to dissuade you; you came out at the second floor, and wandered over to the window, which was completely glassless, allowing you to poke your head out. You spotted Clarisa, the way down, and waved, with a small grin -- she waved back.

Just as you retreated, to go up to the next floor, for this one seemed pretty empty, there was a noise.

A scuffle.

The tiniest little shift.

You turned, very slowly. Nothing was there. You didn’t believe in ghosts, but you sure as hell weren’t about to take any chances with any crackheads bounding around the place like rabid dogs. Warily, you shone your torch into the expanse, over the various rotting boxes, yet still found nothing; keeping your gaze in front of you, you moved back towards the staircase.

Then, a giggle. A literal small peal of laughter, from the far side of the room. Your eyes widened so large you thought they’d pop out of your skull -- your blood pumped hard through your veins, your head screaming at you to run you dumb fuck. But you just stood there, stock still for a moment, processing the situation.

The sound of scrabbling on dirt came next, but you didn’t even have time to do that; because a fully sized person scuttled from one box to the other so fast you didn’t have time to blink.

This time, you fucking screeched. No, no, no, no, no demon people, not demon people, Ronald Reagan shitting on a stick, no! You bolted, and for some fucking stupid reason, you went up, instead of down, and stumbled onto the third level with a wheeze.

And there, you ran smack bang into a large wall; well, what you thought was a wall. You choked, and stumbled back, still fueled by adrenaline, to see what had blocked your route, to come face to face with a faceless bucket with white slits for eyes.

Of course, you knew who this bitch was. Red Hood, the vigilante who never skipped leg day and had a mouth that would make a sailor blush. You’d seen him on the news far too many times.

“What the hell are you doing here?” his voice was deep and dry, as he placed his hands on his hips, right above his thigh holsters (which looked fucking sexy---).

So, you tried to explain yourself, sputtering like a broken tap, “There’s a --- a ghost --- a fucking --- demon---”

“What?” he asked incredulously, tilting his head.

“Demon man! Fucking demon man!” you exclaimed, “Possessed bastard! Take him to church or something!”

“Ok, woah,” Red Hood emitted a short chuckle. “Hold up there. First of all, there’s no demon man in here; I know because I just did a sweep of the whole building. Second of all, don’t assume their gender.”

You fumed, “If they have a penis then shoot it!” you demanded, smacking the gun at his side, “You have these things for a fucking reason, don’t you?!”

He stared at where you’d touched him, then peered back up at you, “Did you just slap my ass?”

“No!” you defended helplessly, waving your hands around manically, “If I did touch you there I’m sorry, I was not aiming for that area!”

“You’re bold, sweetheart. I like that in a partner.”

“You could be a middle age man and I wouldn’t even know it! Look, you’re hot, but the demon person is---”

There was a feral screech from behind you, and you turned around in horror, to find a very unstable looking fucker at the bottom of the stairs, practically drooling at the mouth. He took one look at you, and then started scrambling up the stairs to get you; instantly, you booked it, racing up the stairs again, while Red Hood called after you; you didn’t care to hear what he said, too busy trying to fuck off.

Panting, you reached the highest floor, and stumbled over to the casement around the back of the building, blinking in surprise when you found a trolley outside, for window washing. A quick throwaway glance at the doorway, and you made your decision, clambering out, and stepping onto the wobbly metal. You stared anxiously at the straining metal cables, before kneeling down to glance at the mechanism, to see if you could get it to go all the way down.

You jolted, as you heard footsteps, and lifted your head to find Red Hood back again, audibly out of breath as he approached you. “Ok, you were right, there is a demon man,” he admitted. “Can you work this thing out so you can get down? Then I’ll be able to deal with him, I don’t think I hit him hard enough.”

“What? No! I don’t know how a fifty year old trolley thing works!” you blurted out.

“You’re cute, you’ll be fine.”

“No to both! I can’t do this!”

Unexpectedly, he grabbed your chin with one gloved hand, and you choked in shock. His blank slits narrowed at you, before he stated, “Yes you can. I promise I’ll save you if anything happens.”

You gulped, before nodding quietly, and getting to work with fiddling with the wires. God, you’d been here for like ten fucking minutes. You weren’t even going to get your money.

Honestly, what happened next was an absolute drug trip --- the demon man appeared at the door; you yelled; Red Hood took aim with his gun and shot; the impact of it caused the building to rattle; which in turn made one of the cables snap.

And then --- whoosh! you were falling.

You let out a curdling scream, flailing around, as one hand gripped the metal bars that were just about giving you a semblance of control. The ground was approaching fast, the wind in your hair, and your whole body upturned, as you sped down like a meteorite.

Then, an arm wrapped around your waist, and you felt yourself be pulled away from the metal structure, just as it crashed into the dirt, with an earsplitting screech. Instead, you were lifted, as Red Hood used one of his cable guns to hoist you both onto another building close by --- he landed on the roof, and you wilted slightly, relieved at having floor under your feet again.

“What the fuck --- happened?” you stuttered, struggling to find words.

“Shot the bastard,” he returned, “just in the knee, so he can’t go anywhere.” He paused, before he spoke again. “You good?” he questioned, sounding a little sheepish.

“No,” you responded dully, shaking your head, trying to ignore how warm and comforting his arm felt around you. He let you go, almost reluctantly, and you moved to lean on the wall, breathing in deeply --- “I’m not gonna get my forty dollars,” you mumbled.

“That’s why you were in there? For money?”

You nodded glumly, and wiped your face in a mournful manner. “It was a dumb idea anyway,” you muttered.

You heard him sigh, and raised your gaze to look at him, as he pocketed his gun. “I don’t have any cash on me,” he stated.

You frowned, “I wasn’t asking for any.”

“I know,” Red Hood took a moment, as if pondering something, before walking over to you slowly; you tried not to look nervous. “But I guess I could give you something else.”

“Why do you need to give me something?” you questioned, genuinely baffled.

“I didn’t save you in time, that’s something that requires a token of apology,” he answered, tilting his head in an almost cocksure manner. “So? Do you want anything in particular or can I... choose?”

You felt very, very, very hot in that second. “I’m... not that picky.”

“Wonderful,” he expressed, before to your amazement, he gripped the sides of his helmet, and lifted it off his head; you didn’t really get enough time to drink in his features, all you really recollected was a head of bushy black hair, a well built face, (and a white streak?), along with a piercing set of teal eyes.

You didn’t get enough time, because he kissed you. Hard.

You felt your entire body heat up at the spontaneity of it all, but enjoyed it nonetheless -- he was a good fucking kisser. He touched your waist briefly, to move it towards his, as he feverishly moved his mouth against yours, giving you no time to breath. Your face wrinkled in embarrassment, but you tried to reciprocate nonetheless, to which he smiled, and bit down on your bottom lip playfully.

Then, it was gone, quick as that, leaving you flustered and baffled.

You heard him chuckle, as your expression was clearly showing your embarrassment, and he leaned forwards to give you another small smooch, this time lighter and less intense. 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he crooned, “forgive me? If not, I can always take you out for dinner, just call me,” he finished. Then through half lidded eyes, as you awoke from your haze, you just about made out his figure jumping off the roof, as he slipped his helmet back on, obviously off to go do other vigilante things.

You stood there, for ten seconds, trying to process what the fuck had just gone on.

“Oh my god, you’re alive!” Clarisa came running up the stairs to the roof, somehow having found where you were, gaining your attention, “I heard gunshots, and went looking for you... how the fuck did you get up here?!”

“Errr...” you trailed off, rubbing your mouth nervously, burning up like a kettle. “I, uh...”

“What’s wrong?” she questioned curiously.

“Nothing...” you stuffed your hands into your pockets, to feign nonchalance, and coughed; except, you felt a piece of paper that definitely hadn’t been there before, and fished it out curiously.

“Wait, you’re annoyed about not getting your money, aren’t you? Cuz you know I can give it to you, you look pretty traumatised.”

“Nah,” a big stupid grin spread across your face, when you inspected the slip, which had a string of numbers scrawled upon it. “I think I just got something better.”

#jason todd #jason peter todd #jason todd oneshot #jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #jason todd is a little shit #red hood x reader #jason todd x reader

[br-kker]

Y'all, I got some headcannons I just thought about: Being an insomniac and dating Hitoshi Shinsou!

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou X Reader (romantic, gender-neutral).

Media: My Hero Academia.

Content and/or Warnings: Insomnia (I don't know if that's even a warning), caffeine, probably crackhead me.

Ok, so you're an insomniac. Let's go over some things first.

There's multiple forms of insomnia: One that can last less than a week, one that can last over a week, one that lasts a long time, etc. but the jist is you have trouble going to sleep and you're tired.

So dark eye circles galore!

Welcome to the club.

Hitoshi is no stranger to any of this.

I mean, have you seen his eyes? Sleep? Don't know her.

Late night raid at the 7/11? Late night raid at the 7/11.

At least three times a week you two will go to a local gas station and get food, caffeine, whatever.

So at this point, the cashier knows your guys' names.

Late night walks hand in hand.

What're you talking about? I dunno.

If you two decide not to go out, then it's caffeine at home.

I feel like Shinsou would drink Monster so there's no shortage of energy drinks.

Also, so much damn coffee. Like, you guys might as well be running a coffee shop with the amount of coffee you both have.

I'm headcannoning this now: Hitoshi drinks all types of coffee.

I think he would mainly stick with black coffee.

He knows what you like, so depending on how you're doing he'll make coffee for you.

The end result is the same regardless of how you get the means of caffeine: You both chill in bed with some form of caffiene.

LED lights? I'm feeling blue. Music? Playing softly on a speaker. You and Hitoshi? Tired. Hotel? Trivago.

You guys keep yourselves occupied 70% of the time by watching a movie/show, playing video games, or by doing other sorts of activities.

The other 30% is cuddling with each other.

Like, you and Hitoshi are about as close as possible to each other and are still trying to get closer.

I imagine how you guys cuddle is your head buried in his chest while either his chin rests utop your head or his face is buried in your hair.

Interlocked hands? Interlocked hands.

You guys talk quietly amongst yourselves about anything and everything, until maybe one of you guys go to sleep c:

(A/N: Howdy! I just wanna say happy pride month to all you LGBTQ+ members out there! I got this idea when one day I woke up and was very tired, so here you go! I have been on a whole ass Shinsou kick, like oh my god I'm in LOVE with that sleep-deprived boy! This wasn't anything too deep, but just something that I thought would be dope to write. If I don't post anything from now until the 29th, then expect Denki Kaminari's birthday headcannons!

Signing off for now,

-Libby)

#anime #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou #shinso #hitoshi shinso #mha headcanons #shinsou headcanons #shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader

[human-monokuma]

"HOLA, MUCHACHO~!"

Ibuki! And why is her voice coming from- Oh my god, Kid, behind you!!

- @my-ultimate-academia ((Sorry for Ibuki's crackhead energy-))

*Monokid turns around, ripping open his shirt to show a big heart tattoo that said: 'I FUCKING LOVE YOU, IBUKI MIODA!' in all caps.*

"SUP BABE! HAPPY VAL-" *Assuming Ibuki was going for a glomp, this is the part where Kid gets cut off via love tackle.* @my-ultimate-academia

[ithseem]

Royal Academy of Concordia; big dark academia vibes

Dark Academia with a side of ✨crackhead energy✨

Not an inaccurate assessment lol

#court of darkness #ithseem answers #hello fren #fun with moots

[long-leggged-socialist]

still cannot fathom how people go around saying shit like ''non white bodies'' and not think about what they're saying. how othering and dehumanizing it is. reminds me of ''black birthing bodies'' and how that's apparently the most progressive way to refer to black women

They literally sound like slave auctions I fucking hate white academia crackheads who are just rainbow hair dye wearing kkk members