nerd!riku

Gain more knowledge. Grow your mental ability. Read, read, read. Don’t just watch TV and movies. Virtually all highly successful people do some form of daily educational reading. Regardless of what they read, they make sure it contains useful and meaningful information from which they can benefit from in the long run. Statistics show that the average person reads less than 1 book per year. If you could read 1 book per week, that would mean about 52 books per year. Now imagine what an advantage that will give you over everyone else. 

Daydream, I fell asleep amid the flowers
For a couple of hours on a beautiful day 

A peaceful moment in between cases

actually-demisexualhale  asked:

nerdy!jock!stiles trying to woo nerd!derek for valentines day (as a valentine's day prompt, obviously :p)

Alrightly, here it is @demisexualhale! I really hope you like it! (also on ao3!)

Stiles had never really been sure if he could be considered a jock or not.

Because, yeah sure, he was on the lacrosse team and played baseball in his spare time but he was no star athlete. Hell, he spent most of his time during lacrosse games warming the bench and fetching Coach refills of Gatorade.

He had always been into sports, for as long as he could actually remember, really. He had been a devout Mets fan since long before he could even walk, his mom and his dad joking that he had inherited his preference from both of them. He could still remember his dad teasing his mom about it, claiming she had watched too much baseball while pregnant, Stiles born only a few months before the World Series.

Older now, he never missed a game. Not once. Whenever the Mets played, he would dress in his finest blue and orange gear, baseball cap and all, just to firmly plant his butt on the living room couch with a giant bowl of low-fat popcorn in his lap and a bag of Reese’s peanut butter cups in the freezer for later.

Back in elementary school, he and Scott had played Little League together, baseball both a good hobby and a wonderful way to keep them from getting into too much trouble. Stiles took to it like a pig to mud, one of the best pitchers their local division had ever seen, finding his element out on the mound.

Both of his parents would come to every game, his mom taking a break from her work at home and his dad somehow weaseling his way out of doing paperwork just to catch the opening pitch. Without fail, his dad cheered louder than anyone else in the crowd, jumping to his feet and waving his arms around as he proudly proclaimed, “That’s my son!”

When Scott had eventually grown tired of playing in Little League, in part due to his asthma which was being somewhat exacerbated by all of the physical activity and in part because of the fact that baseball was no longer considered cool, Stiles had decided to quit with him. He just hadn’t seen the point of continuing to play if his best friend wasn’t there with him. And besides, it just wasn’t the same without his mom there.

In high school, he still gravitated towards baseball but he had soon developed an affinity for lacrosse after Scott started showing interest in trying out for the team. He had spent hours researching all aspects of the sport, wanting to know exactly what to expect at tryouts.

With his asthma clearing up a bit and all the confidence of no longer being a virgin thanks to Allison, Scott had managed to snag a highly coveted position on the first line. Meanwhile, Stiles only barely made the team, beating out two other guys who had tried out, owing his victory to pure dumb luck though he barely ever made it onto the field.

It wasn’t that he was bad at lacrosse per se, he was actually pretty good. His leanly muscled body was built for speed and agility, making him a wonderful prospect. He just had a tendency to trip over his own feet. And other people’s feet. And grass and rocks and, at times, even thin air.

So, while he could run suicides and drills with the very best of them, giving the team captain, Jackson, a run for his money, he was usually stuck on the bench during games, just watching his teammates play. His dad still came to all of his games, though he didn’t understand why.

But while there was some question about whether or not he was a jock, there was no dispute whatsoever over the fact that he fell victim to some of the most stereotypical jock tropes. Namely, falling for a nerd.

But not just any nerd. No, that would be too easy. He had fallen for the king of nerds. Derek freaking Hale. The epitome of a high school nerd.

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what good does excluding ace/aros do…?

“we keep out cishets that way!!”

then why do a fuck ton of exclusionists insist that A is for ally, of which, BTW, AREN’T LGBTQIA AND ARE ALL CISHET. THAT IS THE POINT OF BEING AN ALLY. THEY SUPPORT THE GROUP BUT AREN’T A PART OF IT.

plus you’d need rudimentary math and logic skills to get this, which I believe exclusionists lack, but here goes:

heterosexual + heteromantic + cis = not LGBTQIA

ergo, any deviation from that would be LGBTQIA. You’re misgendering nonbinary ace/aros, invalidating trans ace/aros, ignoring non-heteromantic asexuals and non-heterosexual aros. That’s SUPER fucking progressive of you.

And even if they are cis and heteromantic, THEY ARE STILL ASEXUAL. ASEXUAL AND HETEROSEXUAL ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE OR SYNONYMS. SAME GOES FOR CIS + HETEROSEXUAL AROS.

“They have STRAIGHT PASSING PRIVILEGE!!”

You mean…. being subject to heteronormativity? Like EVERYONE ELSE? Wanna know who else has this so called straight passing privilege? A gay person walking down the street alone. Or just happens to NOT be holding hands with their s/o. A bi or pan person in an opposite sex relationship. But tons of exclusionists are also major biphobes so is it any shock they use this argument?

Aphobia is just repackaged and rebranded biphobia marketed towards asexuals. It’s all the same arguments just minimally tailored to invalidate and exclude ace/aros. In short–

Aphobe: hey mind if I copy off of you?

Biphobe: sure but don’t make it obvious

Aphobe: got it

Aphobe: YOU AREN’T LGBTQIA BC YOU CAN LOOK STRAIGHT

Headcanon:

Bakura is a music man, but a particular one. He only likes what he likes, and that’s that. He may occasionally branch out, but it’s rarer than the possibility of life on Venus. Now, what is it that he likes more than anything? 

As a being who has been around to experience several millennia worth of music, and has had the opportunity to witness said music grow and grow, he has really fallen back on and in love with the Renaissance, Baroque, and Classical periods of music (as emphasized by the use of Mozart’s Requiem on my blog background <3). He may venture a bit into the Romance period, but the aforementioned three are his favorites.

I’m almost certain he can play the piano and really indulge in some of these old compositions intimately in private. It’s a skill he keeps to himself. He is very selfish with his music.

And if he can play, then you know damn well he can sing. Ah! Just imagining dear Bakura singing along with the Sequentia movement…

Dies irae, dies illa solvet saeclum in favilla, teste David cum Sibylla…Lacrimosa dies ilia qua resurget ex favilla judicandus homo reus…

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