The-real-ranger-rick - Untitled

Reblog for good luck on your exams

the only thing these two have in common is the price they paid to win (open for a surprise for light mode users)

Mikasa: Good morning.

Armin: Good morning!

Levi: Good morning.

Hanji: You all sound like a bunch of robots, “good morning, good morning”, spice it up a bit!

Eren, overhearing and kicking the door down: HEY MOTHERFUCKERS!

Look at the cardigan Midoriya is wearing

it’s light blue, that’s not a Midoriya color, that’s a Todoroki color

And we all know that Midoriya doesn’t wear long sleeves, he’s a T-shirt boy first and foremost

But it’s around November here and likely getting a bit chilly, and who do we know that has a wardrobe almost exclusively of turtlenecks and cardigans?

So let me just say...

Boyfriend Cardigan

Narumi: here’s the plan-

Yuu: hey Mika, do you know who is the most beautiful person on the whole planet?

Narumi: Yoichi will check the perimeter-

Mika: I don’t know, Yuu-chan… You?

Narumi: and then-

Yuu: no no, it’s you~

Narumi: AND THEN-

Mika: no way, it’s definitely you

Narumi: I SAID-

Yuu: how can you say that with that gorgeous face of yours?

Narumi: COULD YOU PLEASE STOP WITH THAT?!

Yuu&Mika: …

Narumi: *sighs* where was I?

Shinoa: hey Mitsu~ do you know who is the most beautiful person on the planet?

Narumi: WHY GOD

i went to a small private school in bumfuck, alabama, and we had a rite of passage. in 10th grade, every student took chemistry with Mr. Jenne, and every year, he showed his students a short video. the older students refused to tell the younger students what the video was, so by the time we got to chemistry, we were all super curious about it.

Mr. Jenne would go through the syllabus and explain how his class worked, then he'd drag out an old tv set and put an ancient vhs tape into an equally ancient vcr (i graduated in 2005; we knew what dvds were, but i don't think this was ever put on dvd). finally, he'd turn out the lights, and let us watch The Consequences of Our Choices, aka

The Pump

afterwards, when we were completely and utterly confused, he'd explain the metaphor. Mr. Jenne said he could always tell who had primed the pump by studying and who was going to die in the desert because they'd been cheating.

somewhere around December, when it was time for exams, he'd show it to us again. after that, he'd show it to us at random intervals -- if he needed to leave the room for a bit, if we finished the lesson early (ha!), or the next time we had exams in May. He also taught organic chemistry and physics, and you can bet your sweet ass i took both of those classes. i got to watch The Pump quite a few times.

Mr. Jenne passed away about a decade ago. He's still one of my all time favorite teachers because he taught us how to think, not what to think, and he didn't hold it against us when we thought something he didn't agree with (unless it was something provable, like science. he would've mercilessly mocked anti-maskers).

the older of my 2 little sisters starts 10th grade at my high school soon, so i did what any good sister would -- i made her watch The Pump. after i explained the metaphor and how much all of Mr. Jenne's students came to love the weird little video, she immediately started texting the link to her friends.

so, after a decade, i brought The Pump back to my school. I feel like I've reintroduced an endangered species to its native habitat.

(yeah, The Pump was originally about Christianity and Jesus and all that crap, and it was put out by the Mormons, but when i see this, i think science, not religion. but i tagged it religion, anyway, just in case)

Chan: Hey, have you seen Felix and Jisung? I haven't seen them since yesterday.

Changbin: Same here. I wonder-

*Instagram notification sounds*

[realstraykids is live]

Changbin, sighing: Found them.

Felix & Jisung: [recording outside Area 51] RELEASE THE ALIENS MOTHERFUCKERS

[dom!shane/sub!ryan, missing scene, explicit]

no archive warnings apply; season/series 04; plot what plot/porn without plot; humiliation; under-negotiated kink; fear kink; daddy kink

In a matter of hours, Shane has either learned or admitted to knowing most of Ryan’s major kinks, and Ryan has no clue why Shane isn’t bothered. Ryan’s certainly bothered, in more ways than one.

He checks his phone, tired and emotionally deflated. Shane’s been downstairs for half an hour, ostensibly using the bathroom and brushing his teeth. He never takes thirty minutes to do either. Grumbling, Ryan throws off the covers, mashing the camera’s off button before walking down the attic stairs and grabbing the doorknob. No need to film an empty room.

Before he can open the door more than an inch, it pushes shut from the other side, and Ryan hears the definitive click of the lock sliding into place.

“Shane?”

No answer.

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