omfg college

anonymous asked:

I think they were asking what subjects or majors you would see the labels you have studying in school !!

thank you !!! since there wasn’t any labels specifically mentioned, i just did a few different ones. but really, any label could do any major if you want them to !! it all depends on your character’s personal interests, which may or may not reflect their label !! i found it difficult to do it for labels based on personality, as opposed to interests. such as the vixen, the connard, etc !! i honestly feel as though any label could very well be interested in completing any major, if the interest is there !! if you have any questions about why i chose the major’s i did for a particular label, feel free to ask !!! i understand that some of the reasoning might not be as easily understood without an explanation !! all of the following majors were found from the following websites:  this, this, this, this. i also found a lot of major’s that i couldn’t fit into each of the labels, so if anyone wants a full masterlist of college major’s, let me know !! 

  • the academic — education, bilingual education, early childhood education, elementary school teaching, high school teaching, middle school teaching, teacher assistant, teaching english as a second language
  • the activist — history, journalism, peace/conflict studies, political science, women/gender studies, philosophy, non-profit management, speech and rhetorical studies, ethnic/cultural minority and group studies, human rights, 
  • the artisan — dance, ballet, fine/studio art, graphic design, interior design, music, arts management, english/writing, architecture, construction management, visual studies, arts and entertainment management, photography, performing arts, 
  • the anthomaniac ( + animal lovers ) — environmental science, forest management, biology, fisheries and wildlife, marine science, pre-veterinary medicine, parks, recreation and leisure studies, animal science, oceanography, 
  • the astrophile — astronomy, astronomy and astrophysics, atmospheric sciences and meteorology, space systems operations, physics, planetary astronomy and science, astrophysics. 
  • the athlete — sport management, exercise science, nutrition science, rehabilitation and therapy, sports medicine, health and physical fitness, physical education teaching and coaching, sports communication.
  • the bellwether — apparel/textile design, fashion design, fashion merchandising, business, marketing, fashion modelling, fashion and fabric consultation, theater design and stagecraft, design and visual communications, costume design. 
  • the benevolent — allied health, nursing, emergency management, public health, psychology, midwifery, rehabilitation and therapy, social work, long term care administration.
  • the bibliomaniac — english/writing, education, history, journalism, language studies, children and youth library services, library and information sciences.
  • the dirtbag ( + hoyden ) — automotive technology, automotive engineering technology, vehicle maintenance and repair technologies, automotive-body technology.
  • the ecclesiastic —  religious studies, religious education, bible studies, religion and the humanities, christian studies. 
  • the epicure — culinary arts, food science, nutritional science, food chemistry, foods, nutrition and wellness studies, restaurant and food services management, restaurant and culinary management, hotel, motel and restaurant management. 
  • the fervour/quixotic — romance languages dual major, romance languages and the literature, 
  • the guardian — public health, criminology, emergency management, legal studies, crimonology, law enforcement investigation and interviewing, police science, criminal justice, social work.
  • the gregarious — hospitality management, marketing and sales, business administration and management, psychology, human resources, public relations management, physical therapy, general management, 
  • the hacker — video game design, web design/digital media, computer science, software engineering, computer programming, computer systems analysis. 
  • the magnate — business/finance, hospitality management, economics, international relations, business management administration, accounting, investment and securities, human resources, international business, sales and marketing, 
  • the muso — music management and merchandising, conducting, music teacher education, music theory and composition, music performance, music theory, jazz studies. 
  • the netizen — video game design, web design/digital media, computer science, film/broadcast, game and interactive media design, computer graphics, graphic design, robotics technology. 
  • the phoenix — legal studies, social work, youth services, student counselling, psychology, criminology, counseling psychology, human services, premedicine, sociology, community psychology.
  • the savant ( + maths ) — mathematics, accounting, biology, chemistry, materials science, imaging science, computer science, energy science, marine science, applied science.
  • the thespian — film/broadcast, cinema and media studies, film production, film studies, performing arts, drama and dance teacher education, musical theatre, theatre art, acting.
  • the traveler — recreation and tourism management, international studies, language studies, international relations, geography, geographical studies, global studies, international business, tourism and travel management. 
  • the writer — creative writing, american/british/canadian literature, english, english composition, general literature, languages, classics, library and information science, comparative literature.  

thesunnychan  asked:

Maybe Tenten accidentally mentions infront of everyone how uptight Neji can be, and how he's a huge dork/genius. But instead of taking it in a positive way, because he is a super smart dork, Neji takes this to heart and shows up unexpectedly outside Tenten's house with a leather jacket and cool sunglasses on, even though its night out. Because he wants the girl he admires to think he's 'cool'.

Safety Embers; Benverly College Au

@forstenbrough @trashmoutheds

“My heart burns there too.”

Beverly traces her finger tips over the messy, light writing on the back of an old ass postcard. It was a little worn and tattered from all the years of hauling it around to interviews and tests, practically everywhere she went.

It made her feel safe.

The red haired beauty just started her freshmen year of college and honestly she needs all the help she could get. Her journalism classes were a living Hell, and her psychologies made her want to vomit. All they were doing was writing papers about the American Revolution and Beverly wanted to die.

Her legs dangled on the counter in the kitchen, in the same apartment her, Richie and Mike split. They all made the agreement to live together after all of them ended up on the same campus that year. Bill, Ben, Stan and Eddie were in the same city just studying elsewhere so it only made sense.

Smoke peered out of her lips and she groans, throwing her pencil across the room. Her phone went off, symbolizing another class project was posted online.

“My students! My apologies for the late posting, but I didn’t give you an assignment today so it only seems fair!”

Eye roll.

“Your project is more creative. You are going to write or create something for a loved one. No format. Whatever you feel in your heart. It needs to express some type of emotion and make me feel something. This is worth fifty percent of your grade, and you have a week. BEGIN!”

She bangs her fist against the silver stove, “JESUS FUCK!”

Who was she even supposed to write to? She could write to Richie, who had been her best friend for a long time and kept her on her toes. But that felt wrong.

Bill, her technical ex boyfriend. They dated in high school for a month, a fake relationship to get Stan jealous and crawl into Bill’s arms. Beverly was happy to help, and he always was her rock of sorts. But that felt wrong.

Mike, her BROTHER in her heart who taught her the beauties of the world and showed her the starts (literally taught her the constellations) and always welcomed her with open arms and a smile, she could write for him. Again.. weird.

Maybe Eddie, the only “mother” she’s ever had, which is very ironic on multiple levels. He’s always checking up on her, taking care of her when she’s sick, being her only sort of “girl” friend. They fought once because he thought her and Richie were dating sopmore year and ever since they’d been close. She couldn’t write for him.

Stan, who was so incredibly smart and kept her organised, probably the only reason she graduated. He also hated her once while her and Bill “dated”, and now she tell him everything and in return he tells her everything. No. WRONG.

That left Ben. The guy that saved her from the CLOWN. The guy that was always peering at her down the hall and in all buying her the coffee beans she likes, that you have to order from Miami and cost like fifty bucks a pound. The guy that makes her smile so bright that it makes her mouth hurt. The guy that applied to college in Washington because she, Richie, Mike and what ended up to be all of the Losers did.

The guy that makes her feel the most safe. She couldn’t write to him- but why?

“Because he’d laugh at my writing-” Beverly says as the front door opens.

Mike strode into the room carrying a few grocery bags and textbooks, a look of curiosity on his face.

“Who would laugh?”

She feels her teeth hug her lips roughly. Mike wouldn’t tell Ben, she knew that. But at the same time… wouldn’t he?

“Nobody,” the red head snaps. “M’ talking about this guy in my psych class, he would laugh at my final report.”

The dark skinned boy smiles, dimples forming in cheeks and suddenly he starts laughing.

“What’s so funny-”

“You! I’m not dumb, Richie told me about that assignment, he texted me he was going to pour his heart out to Eddie since their anniversary is in a month.”

Beverly frowns, “What does that have to do with me?”

He smiles, “I know you, Bev. And I know about you and your feelings. I heard you on the phone with Eddie last night.”

“Oh so you’re stalking my conversations now?”

“Worry about that later! He’s been waiting for you for years so what the hell is your problem?”

Mike was probably right. What was her problem? There was nothing wrong with this… right?

“Have you read any of his poetry! It’s beautiful! It is so heartwarming that I CRY thinking about the fact that I can’t listen to his thoughts and see all of his muses! His hands are soft and he always lets me borrow his sweatshirts even when he’s only wearing a tank top under them because he is too FUCKING sweet! He smells like cherries and lemons and his hands are so soft. Almost softer than his words. How can I write him how I feel when I don’t even know?”

She released a sob she’d been holding for months, Mike immediately wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her back.

“Hey hey shhh… it’s gonna be okay, Ben loves you.”

Beverly sighs, “I’m not enough for him, Mike. I’m a mess.”

They sit there what feels like hours, even though she knows it’s only been like five minutes. Mike slows her breath and she begins to calm down.

“It’s a creative assignment.”


The boy releases her, smiling wide and proud, “it’s a creative assignment! You don’t even have to write anything! Fuck, if you wanted to you could use magazine cut outs to describe your thoughts-”

They slowly make eye contact, the red head coming to the realization of what the other said. He was right it was a CREATIVE assignment, no ten page papers on dumb shit from the eighteen forties. It was all her. And if she didn’t have to write her words the better.

“Do we still have that collection of magazines in the laundry room?”


It took all night, but she finally realized what she wanted and made it happen. Her and Mike dug through several magazines, from sex advice to food to teenage girl dressing issues. She needed all of it.

Beverly decided on a poem, because that was how he communicated his feelings with her over the years and now that she knew hers she could return the favor. There were pictures too, though, like pictures of coffee cups and baseball bats and books. All the things they liked together.

She glued the last word on the large, thick poster paper they found under Richie’s bed (along some other questionable things she was going to ask Eddie about later) and sighed. This was it.

“He has to see it.” She says, smiling and her hands shaking in anxiety.

Mike nods, “I’ll take you to their place tomorrow, I have to go to drop off Stan’s notes from math-”

“No. NOW.”

He sighs, “Bev, it is three in the morning.”

Her red curls bounce as she jumps out of her seat, “does it look like I give a shit? C'mon now or never!”

So they get in Mike’s car and he drives as fast as he can and the whole time she is either screaming in her head or out of the window. She’s finally doing it.

They pull up in the driveway of the duplex the boys live in, and while Mike begins to get out she is glued to the seat.

He notices and walks over to her side, opening her door. She still refuses to get out.

“You’ve got this-”

“What if he’s over me? Or if he is done with me taking so long? Any girl would be lucky to have him ya know.”

Mike nods, “and the only one he sees is you.”

She smiles and takes his hand up, running to the front door and slamming on it with her palm. After a few bangs, she saw the living room light come on and the door open.

It was Ben, in a sweatshirt and pants, an open copy of How To Kill A Mockingbird in his left hand while the right help open the door. He had grown taller, and he started playing a few sports and building plenty in high school so a majority of his chubby went away but he was still stocky. He was wearing his glasses.

“Hello I-” his speach faltered before smiling. “Hey Bev… Mike, what’s up?”

Beverly began breathing heavily, chest heaving and curls shaking in the wind. Words began to form but wouldn’t come out of her throat.

Mike coughs, “Can we come in? We have a surprise for you.”

Ben leaded them in, to where Mike proceeded to the restroom, not before winking at Beverly and gave her a thumbs up.

The boy in the room smiled again, “are you okay? Richie is in Eddie’s room, if that’s-”

“I came to see you, you goof.” A blush arose on her cheeks.

She began to unroll the poster in her hand that had went unnoticed until that moment. It was crumpled from her squeezing it.

“W-what’s that?”

Beverly smiles, “I made this for you. It’s a… token of my affection.” She winks for good measure.

Taking the paper from her hands, he looks over it. No look on his face.

The poem reads;

My heart is at home, safe

Safe in your words

In your arms

In your miles and miles of comfort

In your sweatshirts

And in you.

You keep me safe

Something I never knew could happen

It’s a feeling I’m not used to

But yet, here I am addicted like a heroin addict

This was cheesy yes I know

But cheese is hot, and so is your safety

And my heart burns there too.

Ben stared at the paper, mouthing the words and refusing to look at the red head.

“It’s stupid isn’t it?” Beverly sighs, grabbing a cigarette from her pocket.

“I’m sorry, Ben, it’s not-”

A tear rolled from under his frames that covered his eyes.

He stayed silent for a moment, thinking.

“Oh fuck it,” he mutters before striding over to her, pulling the cigarette from her mouth and kissing her.

The kiss was soft, slow, and sweet. He tasted like coffee, and she tasted like cigarettes but they loved it. It tastes them.

Ben pulled away first, “what took you so long?”

“I didn’t realize why my heart was burning and why you made me feel so safe.”

They sit there in each other’s arms, in the silence.

“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever read, Bev.”

“Impossible, you go to the library every day.”

He nods, “yeah, but nothing will ever be as beautiful to me as your heart. As you.”


A/N: That was it!!! Thank you @forstenbrough for the prompt I really appreciate it! I’m sorry if it wasn’t good but this was my first Benverly fic. If you have any requests my asks are always open!!!

hannigram college student au is what i need because like: 

 - will sleeps in until like 2 pm because he studies from 3 pm to like 3 am

- will waking up late to class so he wears hannibal’s sweaters to class because they fit just a bit bigger and are v comfortable

- will going to hannibal’s swim meets because obviously his bby would be best swimmer while wearing hannibal’s letterman jacket because will is so whipped

- will sneaking in lost pups into their dorm room but hannibal telling him that their room is too small for them so they cant house an animal but lets will keep him for a couple of days 

- will massaging hannibal’s shoulders as he studies in their room

- will convincing hannibal to go eat denny’s with him because its the only place open 24hrs and they ran out of ingredients for hannibal to cook and he’s v hungry

 - hannibal hates the meal plan system because the food is gross so he has his own little stove in the dorms (even though you’re not supposed to) and will doesnt say anything (the cook from the college mysteriously goes missing)

- hannibal throwing out all of will’s instant ramen or like microwavable food because how dare you eat that?

- hannibal leaving coffee in the morning for will because he always pulls allnighters 

- hannibal making that mushroom tea because he hates the smell of weed but still wants to be hip with the kids and get high

- hannibal getting into heated debates with his professors and will hears him rant about it when they’re alone in their dorms (hannibal starts to make some dinner plans with said professors)

- hannibal’s notes are like colour coordinated and like highlighted with tabs and shit while will’s are written all over the place in black ink and he cant even read his own writing

- hannibal graduating before will and he’s like valedictorian and shit and he mentions will in his speech and makes will cry

- other students start to make complaints to the resident assistant because will and hannibal finished finals and they need to de-stress themselves in the most physical way possible

Roommates || Suga || Part 3

Request: A whole bunch of y’all - thank you in advanced!

Summary: Part 3 of Roommates. With your final year almost finished, you never thought that your relationship with your roommate would have been brought to shambles. At least you had the Music Composition Major from down the hall to distract you. 

Word Count: 2,314 (talk about a comeback huh? It’s under the cut)

A/N: First; I’m so sorry I’ve been AWOL on you - school is hectic and I have waaaay more responsibilities than I initially anticipated (ive turned into propaganda h e l p) so I’m so sorry for that. Second; this is, perhaps, my favourite scenario series to write and I don’t know why. Third; this might be the last part, I don’t know, let’s see how everything plays out. TL;DR - I’m sorry I’ve been out, I love Roommates and this may be the end.

<< Part 2 || Part 4 >>

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anonymous asked:

So i got a part-time at safeway as a checker to try and make ends meet while I work my ass off at college and omfg I've never hated working so much. Ppl are ALWAYS complaining abt something not being a certain price or some promo deal not coming up, as the receipt is printing 🤔 I almost got in a fight with some old guy because our '$5 off your purchase of $50 or more' promo didnt activate and I referred him to CS. Ill probably post more than once, so ill go by Leo if I post any other stories.