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※ MORE SHIT I HEARD AT COLLEGE ※
a thrilling saga of shit i’ve heard at college, continued; these are all from my second semester of sophomore year. feel free to change names/pronouns/etc.! more ‘shit i heard/said’ starters!
“Please clap for me.”
“I’m gonna be playing Spanish Sims.”
“Why do they need my middle fucking initial?”
“Just support me as a friend!”
“I don’t care if you think I’m being whiny as fuck, because I probably am, but still.”
“Scandal: professors are people.”
“We’re fucking men here, we have full-sized Rice Krispy Treats.”
“I ate a lot of yogurt, I had great digestive health.”
“There’s a shoe in the kitchen…?”
“I don’t really eat meat, but I’d fuck with some Chick-Fil-A.”
“I could write a whole thesis on how men ain’t shit.”
“I actually started an illegal gambling ring, once.”
“You called me a raging bitch yesterday, so…”
“I’m so lazy, I don’t want to do anything – ooh! fidget spinner!”
“What the fuck do I look like, Cracker Barrel?”
“Fix my flatbread motherfucking pizzas!”
“Did I tell you the bread story?”
“These fancy rats don’t like crust on their bread.”
“I said that’s not gonna happen again, and it happened two more times.”
“He’s seducing this nice lady.”
“My sheets are still pink. Will anyone know why? The answer is no.”
“Why would you lick a Bible?”
“If it makes you feel better, I won’t kill you and bring you back to life.”
“I don’t cuddle my box of tampons on the beach with my white dress and my white bikini.”
“Now I know where to hide my dead body.”
“I was a bigger fan than you, sorry to break it to you, suck my ass.”
“His hair looks like french fries.”
“Not my salad bar.”
“Wow, that’s not very delicious, it tastes like sand.”
“I have simultaneously the best and worst idea ever.”
“This man’s dick just won the Super Bowl.”
“Wait, don’t laugh yet.”
“Groutfits are the future of this generation, don’t at me.”
“It smells like poots in here.”
“I just had this horrifying vision of dropping my Chipotle.”
“I didn’t want lettuce, I wanted guacamole…! I mixed them up in my head… now I’m pissed.”
“I’ve just been here for a really long time.”
“You think I want his hand up my butt right now?”
“Queso doesn’t belong, even though queso always belongs.”
“I thought I got a 100 but I got a 33.”
“I wonder if the ice is slippery.”
“The only ticket I’ve ever gotten was from a bicycle cop.”
“Muffin men stay there for muffin conventions.”
“I just paid a stranger $10 to paint my tits, happy Mardi Gras.”
“I cut my finger on a chainsaw, but it’s fine.”
“You’re so optimistic, and I’m, like, dying.”
“Get off of that zebra, young woman.”
“My parents didn’t let me watch the Teletubbies because they thought I’d be brainwashed.”
“Did you just say swag? You just imploded your whole argument.”
“He’s perfect in every way, he loves the Lord, except the Lord is Satan.”
“I have a problem with authority.”
“I don’t make these rules. Nuns make these rules.”
“The only things in that town were a movie theater and a pecan store, and we’d already been to the pecan store.”
“Be right back, I have to go fight a war. Should only take a few hours, though.”
“If you put purple on anything smelly, it’s lavender.”
“I can’t see, you can’t hear, and what can’t Jess do…? Math.”
“Are you shitting me? They called at 10 o’clock to say the dog has diarrhea?”
“I’m gonna punch a child.”
“I’m stressed, I’m stressed, I’m so fucking stressed (hell yeah).”
“Who the fuck is in Mountain Time? Utah? Dakota, North and South?”
“She’s a certified side hoe.”
“There’s no crying in the club. Fortunately for me, this is not the club.”
“I asked the void to rate me on a scale of one to ten.”
“Oh, no… don’t defile the fruit…”
“Did you just call a hospital a medical salon?”
“That sad moment when you’re bleeding to death and you can’t eat peanut butter crackers.”
“They called me the flea, I ran so fast.”
“Today, instead of carrying a plastic fork with my Lysol, it’s a napkin. We’ve changed secondary weapons.”
“I injured myself snapping too violently.”
“Son of a fuck cracker.”
“Don’t be alarmed, but has anyone seen my gun?”
“My whole life, I’ve always thought that those orange strips in salad was cheese. Turns out, it’s been carrots this whole time.”
“Jesus is one, he’s two.”
“Science is dead now. No more science.”
“I mean, you could also, theoretically, have sex in the woods.”
“I just wanna make movies and cry.”
“Hi, I’m depressed, but my name is David.”
“I thought there was one… turns out that there’s five.”
“My name is Kathy, I’m a pissed off soccer mom, why is my child not starting? I paid all this money.”
“We could all bring cardboard cutouts of ourselves, and it wouldn’t be the same.”
“I’m five. Six on a good day.”
“I can’t catch a break – everything just breaks.”
“I strive to be the best-smelling person people know.”
“I did a push-up yesterday.”
“Not to be dramatic, but I’d rather die than walk across campus.”
“Y’all look like scary-ass nuns.”
“Wait, that’s not in Hamlet.”
“Our lord and savior is Nicolas Cage, fuckers. Get it right.”
“It’s always tracksuit weather.”
“I owe you either an Icee or my firstborn, whichever you’d prefer.”
“Okay, Black Panther characters, let’s see. We’ve got T’Challa. We’ve got… bad T’Challa.”
“Without sororities, the glitter industry would’ve been dead years ago.”
“Honeymoon is just a nicer way to say fuckfest.”
“Oh my god, someone wants my drugs.”
“I was driving here to take this exam, and a car accident happened right in front of me and almost hit me, and I almost wanted it to hit me so I didn’t have to take this exam.”
“He has the emotional range of a teaspoon.”
jokyosuru:
His eyes rolled again. “Clearly,” he replied.
“Just be glad I was nice enough to move it at all. Who knows what anyone else might have done if they came across it.” Or more so, Nemuri in any case. Even Shouta couldn’t figure out what she’d do or say when it came to certain situations. Which he was grateful for, as he knew there were some things involving her he was better off not knowing if he wanted to stay sane.
“Mhmm, just keep a better eye on it ne-” Cutting off as his nose was poked, he blinked a bit, a surprised expression replacing his usual lethargic one. “Hizashi what the hell.” Well at least he wasn’t lashing out.
“My Hero, Eraser! From the shadows, deep in the night he stalks and saves my jacket!” Hizashi’s voice was full of humor and light teasing, one hand raised in what he imagined was a very dramatic gesture but was actually just an odd claw shape near his left ear.
The fingers on the claw-hand wiggled ominously. “Eraserhead! The urban underground hero! He’ll eraser your woes and worries with... his..... HEAD.”
Laughing, Hizashi adjusted his collar, claw hand position released. Sometimes Shouta looked so like a confused cat, and it was, and always had been, endearing. Just now was one of those times; Shouta obviously had no idea how to react to a simple nose booping. Tragic, really.
“Something something, there was a thing on your nose but don’t worry-- I got it.” Hizashi blinked at Shouta, the bald-faced lie completely obvious.
me: fuuuuck I have so much work to do…
me: *draws Erasermic The Road to El Dorado AU*
jokyosuru:
Blinking, he pulled his arm away as the other released it. “You really don’t know how to be patient, do you?” Sighing, he moved away from the other, rolling his eyes a little as he shook his head.
“I put it over the back of my chair. Honestly how you didn’t spot it on your own amazes me.” Grabbing it from said spot, he held it out to Hizashi. “Here, now back up will you?” Even if they were friends, the blonde was a little too close for his liking at the moment. Though he was lucky he was one of the few Shouta wouldn’t forcefully push away.
“Patience? Never had any real use for that.” He was smiling as he said it, because he could be patient when he found it... necessary. It just so happened that most of the time it was patently unnecessary. He wanted what he wanted and he wanted it now.
“On the back of your chair. Of course, you criminal mastermind. You diabolical man. Plots within plots spinning in that head of yours.” Hizashi hummed happily as he took the jacket, shrugged it back on and sighing as he settled it back over his shoulders properly.
“Oooh yeah, now that’s the stuff. Thanks Shouta.” Hizashi beamed at the other man and leaned in a bit more to tap a fingertip against the tip of Shouta’s nose before he tried to pull back and escape several steps away to dodge any possible counter attack.
“You need to keep better track of your things, Hizashi.” A pause before he continues. “I only took it so you wouldn’t lose it. If I wanted to wear it I would have just grabbed one of my own.” At least he knew where it was then.
“You have it though?! Okay, okay. Now...” Hizashi met Shouta’s eyes seriously, his palms pressed together. Slowly he pointed them out towards the other man as he finished his sentance. “...wheeeere is it?” Hizashi paced around Shouta, reaching out to grab one of his best friend’s arms, lifting it and peering underneath as though the jacket might somehow materialize in Shouta’s armpit.
“....It’s not here.” He let the arm fall and stood straight, invading Shouta’s personal space, ringed green eyes full of worry and suspicion.
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has.. this been done before?? I was thinking abt it the other day and I couldn’t get it out of my h ead
jokyosuru:
A snort of amusement left him, hearing the threat against the unknown force. “Nothing happened, at least nothing bad or life threatening.
“I’m not entirely sure what happened honestly.” A small shrug was given, soon followed by another laugh at the question. “Sure, sure.” He assumed given the fact he laid his head on his leg to begin with and now the request, Hizashi didn’t mind his hair getting messed up. Moving his hand, he soon started doing as he was asked, humming a bit as he did so. “Hectic day?” he asked, curious as to what was the cause behind his friend’s headache.
“Nothing bad or life threatening, hm.” Hizashi repeated the words, settling back down again with a sigh and letting his eyes fall closed. “Let me know if that changes.”
For a moment he just appreciated the attention, quiet for once before answering. “Hectic is one word for it. I had to dodge not one, not two but three different quirk flailings from my students before lunch today. The chair in my room is never going to be quite the same... I think I’m going to swap it out for someone else’s. They’ll never know.” He reached up and pulled off his headphones, tilting his head to the side slightly. “Little to the left, yeah, right there.”
You remind me of a very angry, very explosive pomeranian.
( You remind me of… || [via.] || still accepting )
‘ I don’t see it. ‘
Actual Photo of Yuuei Student Bakugou Katsuki
jokyosuru:
Blinking a bit as he watched his friend, a quiet laugh left the man as he shook his head some. “What kind of attention are you looking for here?” he asked, an amused smile on his face. Of course the blonde found him while he was under these strange affects, but it could be worse he guessed.
“Oh, you know.” Hizashi sighed, one hand raised and gesturing off to the side. “The good kin-- wait.” He squinted up at Shouta’s face, the laugh and the smile raising alarm bells in Hizashi’s mind. It wasn’t that Shouta didn’t laugh and smile with him, because Hizashi was likely one of the few that he did do that with sometimes... it was that they were in public. At school. With no noticeable reasons for the laugh and the smile.
Suspicious.
“What happened? Who hurt you? I’ll skin them.” The words were all said quickly, accompanied by a small scowl.
“...and you could maybe do the thing with the fingertips and my scalp? I have a headache.” Well, there was no reason to let this mood go to waste, even if it was suspicious.
||Poking at @jokyosuru ‘s M!A
Hizashi sighed dramatically and flopped down on the couch in the teacher’s lounge, his head dropping on Aizawa’s leg. Theatrically, he turned his head and pulled off his glasses, blinking bright green ringed eyes up at his friend.
“Eraser, pay attention to me.”