this is going to be my college thesis

college advice from someone who’s been on both sides of it

So I’m finishing up my Ph.D. and preparing to depart for the real world (no, just kidding, I’m going to be in school forever, only in a different capacity) and I thought I’d put together a list of some college tips to share with you all. I graduated with my B.A. in 2012, magna cum laude, with 2 majors, 1 honours thesis, 2 on-campus jobs, and 3 music things. Since then, I’ve gone to grad school and also taught six semesters of first-year seminars. Now I’m going on the job market for teaching positions. All of this means that I’ve seen both sides of the college experience, as a student and as an instructor. There are a lot of great & useful college advice posts going around studyblr this time of here, and I wanted to add my own. I hope it’s useful. So here we go, with a “read more” because it’s long (sorry if you’re on mobile):


  • find your classrooms ahead of time (profs’ offices too)
  • figure out how long it will take you to walk between places
  • figure out where your best seat will be & claim it
  • say hi to the people next to you, learn their names
  • take notes in class
  • take advantage of extra credit
  • try your best not to fall asleep in class (and if you do fall asleep, apologise to the prof afterwards)
  • bring your glasses if you need them, don’t be stubborn about it
  • check out the library, wander in the stacks, talk to the librarians
  • figure out how & where to print
  • buy used books/textbooks, or rent them, but be careful with ebooks (some profs don’t allow them)
  • plan breaks into your class schedule, or block everything together, whichever works best for you
  • work out the pros & cons of 8am classes and/or night classes
  • plan ahead – have a planner, put things in it, do them
    • fake deadlines are a thing (write down earlier deadlines, trick yourself into meeting them, bask in satisfaction)
  • grades won’t be what they were in high school
    • keep in mind GPA values: a 3.5 will see you graduating with honours
  • be nice to the departmental administrative staff, thank them for helping you (even with small things)
  • office hours versus emailing profs: both will get your questions answered (probably) but if you can go and talk in person, do it
  • profs & TAs are people too, they have lives, they have bad days
  • if something comes up, talk to your prof, be honest but don’t overshare, just show them you’re trying
  • on that note, try

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Hi Tumblr! Long time no see!

I’m excited to share the product of my absence!  For the past year, my thesis partner and good friend Esteban Bravo and I have been developing a computer animated short film, “In a Heartbeat,” for our senior thesis project at Ringling College of Art + Design. We are launching this Kickstarter to help cover the costs of hiring a professional composer and sound designer for our film!

“In a Heartbeat” follows an insecure middle school boy who has yet to come to terms with his sexuality. When he crosses paths with the most popular boy in school, his heart pops out of his chest to go after the boy of his dreams. Please visit the Kickstarter page for more development, information, and production artwork on the project!

We are currently mid-production, about to wrap on animation and begin lighting, rendering, and compositing the film, but we need YOUR help to make this film the best that it can be!  Any contribution helps, be it a donation or simply sharing the video and spreading the word!

THANK YOU SO MUCH! This film has been a true labor of love for us both and I am so excited to share the finished film with you this Spring!



HEY EVERYONE who love 19 days and recognize my existence

I change the way I colored this little comic a little bit, especially on the lighting effect. Hope it gives a pleasant feeling while reading it. I drew this on Krita, and the text tool is shitty so I ended up writing the dialog with pen tab :(

I usually included some rant along the fanart I made, and this one is going to be a reaaaaally long rant (okay, maybe not, but still) so I’m putting a tab below to help you skip the rant lol

PS: I hope you’re not scared seeing He Tian’s body *sobs I had hard time configuring the body without references :’(

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The problem with receiving a Good Classical Education is that I’m going to college in a few weeks and this is going to be my fourth time reading the Lattimore translation of the Illiad for school.

Chapter Three [Beyond the Sunrise, LMMxReader]

Summary: As graduation grows closer, so does your relationship with Lin. 

Word Count: 1,626

Warnings: Slow burn, but y’all are used to it by now, right?

Authors notes:  Ren - Do you guys know how much I love sister dynamics? A lot. This chapter was really cute to write, hope y’all enjoy!

Sab - Things are moving/shaking, we’re getting into the nitty-grtty, basically it’s all very domestic and I’m in love. Please give us feedback we live off of #validation.

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“Lin, how do you spell disseminate?” your voice echoed in his messy living room, his answer coming almost automatically.

“Why do you need to know this word anyway?” You looked up from your laptop, watching his efforts while writing in a notebook on his desk.

“Fancy words make me look smart,” you shrugged.

“You are smart.”

“They don’t know that.”

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So I was watching Flubber with the family tonight at dinner and, of course, immediately “inventor” made me think of Fiddleford. But not in a Flubber!Au kinda way.

It made me visualize what it’d be like, Fiddleford’s silly inventions all over the house, the basement, the lab, the dorm. Doing the small things he needs like folding laundry or fixing meals. Ford having to step over wires and be careful of beaker and whatever’s blowing steam.

And then an idea struck me: what if they DIDN’T get along well at first?

What if at first in college, Fidds and Ford just couldn’t see eye-to-eye and Ford never thought he’d have more trouble living with someone else besides Stanley.

“Fiddleford! Your silly robot just spilled oil all over my thesis!”

“Ford would you turn out the light?? Some of us like to SLEEP at 2 in the morning!”

“Fiddleford WHY do you HAVE to play the banjo at 6:30?!”

“If your Leanin’ Tower of Books breaks my machine, I swear…”

“….It’s not going to work.” - “For the last time, I’m tellin’ ya it IS TOO.” - “Oh for frick’s sake, SPEAK. ENGLISH!” - “Look, as opposed to your lazy ass, I quintuple-check my equations and I can garuntee that it’ll WORK!” - “You mean how it worked last time?” - “All it needed was a minor adjustment….” - “You almost caught half the dorm on fire in case you forgot.” - “A MINOR ADJUSTMENT.”

Or even doing small petty things to get on each other’s skin like, Fidds pulls a book out of place and it all tumbles on Ford. “Oh thanks for lettin’ me borrow your copy. I lost mine.” Or Ford switching the labels on some chemical compound Fiddleford was using. “Oh, gee, I don’t know how that happened.”

And like, Fiddleford always gives Ford shit because Ford just reads and writes he doesn’t actually create anything like he would and it’s not until Ford actually BUILDS something that WORKS and Fidds just stops and looks at it. Looks at him. “….Wait, why in tarnation are you in Backupsmore??” And Ford sighs…and sits…and retells his tragic backstory. Then they bitch about siblings (which is tougher? Living with a twin or living with 4 brothers and 3 sisters?), trade stories (”One time Stan and I had this idea…” “One time I lost my glasses in the pig’s yard…”). Ford points out a few things that Fidds takes into consideration. Fidds reminds him to bathe once in a while. They blow up the school on more than one occasion and while it’s nice that SOMETHING exciting happens at Backupsmore for once, the principle is getting pretty sick of seeing Ford and Fidds in his office and listen to them apologize for the 11th time in the last two weeks. Friendship builds.

And then Fidds is invited to live in Gravity Falls with Ford.

“Fiddleford!” - “What? Ford?? It’s…7:30.. Did you sleep at all?” - “Fiddleford your laundry robot was in my room again.” - “…so you broke it?” - “I thought it was a paranormal creature! It incinerated my lab coat with that laser you installed in it!” - “You still broke it..” - “Why the hell you think it’s necessary to attach a laser to everything is beyond me.” - “Cause the last thing I want is some nut job like you breakin’ it, doggonnit!”

I dunno.. It’s just really friggin’ funny to me to think about this. XD

(Sign) Language Barrier

This is a Spencer x deaf!reader story requested by @my-lil-kitten-reid. Obviously, the reader is deaf, so I apologize profusely in advance for the inaccuracies that are most likely inevitable in this story (my knowledge on what it’s like being deaf is incredibly low), but I hope you guys enjoy this fluffy little piece anyway :)

You spend the day with the team at work and they really do try to communicate with you through sign, but it comes out rather clumsily.

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There were definite perks of dating Spencer Reid, wise beyond his years, and light years ahead of his own age. For instance, as a criminology major, you could shadow him as research for your thesis. A definite perk, and exactly why you could currently be found on the Bureau Headquarters in Quantico’s 6th floor.

You were amazed by the luxury and professionalism of the building before you, swinging glass doors and a shiny elevator to match, a bull pen full of bustling people and walls of honored men facing those of the disgraced and hunted. Stepping into the building reminded you of why exactly you were in this field and you found yourself smiling.

“Hello, Smily.” A dark toned man grinned at you, deciding to take it upon himself to hold open one of the two massive glass doors for you, “What brings a pretty girl like you down to the wild Federal Bureau of Investigation. Need some saving?”

Your eyes were glassy and blank and your smiled shyly, hoping that this unfamiliar man understood what you were tying to convey. You knew he was talking, his lips were moving and his eyes were lighting up, but you only understood sign language and couldn’t read lips. He didn’t catch on.

“I’m Agent Morgan, but you can call me Derek,” He continued, smirking, even though the words weren’t quite finding your brain, “What can I do for you on this fine day?”

You gave him another shy smile, hoping this stranger to you would understand. He only frowned, “Aw come on, where’d that smile go?”

This time, your smile was apologetic, “Um, I’m sorry,” You said clearly, “I’m looking for somebody. I should really-” You made a motion toward the room before you, indicating your search. Derek apparently wasn’t backing downs

“I’ll help you,” He smiled charmingly, and there wasn’t much you could do, “Who is it you’re looking for?”

He was met once again with a blank stare, “Oh, come on, just a name, Smiley,” His grin grew flirtatious, “Or how ‘bout a number? Yours?” It was a crappy pick up line and if you had known what he had said, you would’ve been glad you didn’t hear it.

“What abou-” He started again, but he was cut off by Spencer racing in, hands flying oddly in shapes and motions. Derek was all the more thrown back when Spencer almost immediately pressed his lips to yours, “Woah! Boy Wonder, who’s this?”

“My girlfriend. Why?” He didn’t wait for an answer, too excited that his girlfriend, his best friend, was at his work, and suddenly his hands were waving and flying and racing once again.

“What are you doing?” Derek asked, more confused than he really should’ve been

“Sign language, Derek.” Spencer turned to his coworker, expression pensive, “Wait did I not tell you? Y/n is deaf,”

“Oh, deaf?” The tips of Morganms ears burned with an awkward blush. Thankfully, Spencer was too busy rapidly discussing matters of your arrival, fingers dancing just like yours.

“Well, for somebody deaf, she has really good English,” Derek muttered under his breath before trudging away to his desk and throwing his bag underneath.

“I want to introduce you to everybody.” Spencer signed, infinitely smiling.

“Okay,” You signed back, and Spencer gripped your hand and pulled you farther into the bustling room toward a certain pocket of desks.

A women sat at one desk adjacent to Derek’s while two blondes and an older man hovered around them, smiling lazily and desperately hugging coffees.

“Guys,” Spencer said, “I’d like to introduce you to y/n. She’s my girlfriend, but she’s also going to be shadowing me for the week for her college thesis.”

They all waved friendly waves and you did so back, though slightly more awkward. They began introducing themselves and Spencer translated, his fingers deftly moving alongside the words of his coworkers’.

“Alright,” Rossi eventually said, “What’s with the sign language?”

Spencer sighed, “Wow, I really didn’t tell you guys, did I? Well, y/n is deaf.”

They all hummed in response. JJ and Garcia turned and asked Spencer if they could teach them a little bit, Morgan jumping in moments later and asking for the same thing, hoping that he could avoid another awkward one-sided conversation like the earlier situation. The three of them watched hungrily at the way your hands moved in response to Spencer’s and and the way Spencer’s worked as a buffer between theirs and yours. The three tried to pick up on words and phrases that correlated to the way fingers moved up and down and side to side, thirsty to learn the suddenly pivotal language, but coming up with knots nothing.

Emily, on the other hand, began an energetic conversation with you. She, of course, already knew sign language. It was one of her multitude of skills. David leaned back, thinking without talking, wondering to himself where he had left his own instructional book on sign language from what must have been decades ago. And then he attempted to join in on Emily conversation, attempting to bring his rusty sign language skills to light, thought he quickly got lost in the conversation and even faster left behind.

All in all, they all liked you even despite the barrier of a loss of words. Spencer’s face lit up, “Oh you still need to meet Hotch, too! He’s our leader!”

And he was so excited, his fingers so merry and animated, that you laughed aloud before signing back,“Okay, that sounds great, but don’t we have some work to do?” Spencer laughed too, happier than the ten had ever seen him as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, gaining the presence of his coworkers’ careful, adoring gazes. He didn’t even mind.

Then Spencer lead you easily up a small set of stairs, his hand meeting the small of your back in the electrifying why it always seemed to do. He reached up then, his long arm reaching around you to knock on a certain office door, “Hotch?” He said as he pulled the door open, smiling, “There’s somebody I’d like you to meet.”

I Hope he Likes Surprises Pt5

A/N: Emily ( @whitechocolateperfection ) is making me do this, so if no one likes it I’m blaming her lol ..  song at the beginning is ‘I’m Yours” Alessia Cara 

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‘But I tore down my walls

And opened my doors

And made room for one

So baby, I’m yours’

“Babe, you’ve got to stop listening to this garbage. It’s just going to make you feel worse.”

“I thought you had a class to get to?”

“Don’t you have a class?” Zoe reiterates, placing a hand on her hip. “I know you’re hurting, but you can’t stay hidden away in here forever.”

“He hasn’t come back yet, Zoe. He’s still living it up in Portland. While I’m left, trying to hold myself together.”

Even though I told him I didn’t want him to call, I expected him to. I expected him to fight harder for us, for me.

“How will it be better if you hear from him? I don’t want you to be even more hurt.” Zoe sets her backpack down.

“Zoe this is two years of my life. Two years of holidays, and birthdays, and vacations with our families. Two years of loving and being held when I was too upset to fall asleep. I don’t want to move on and be single or even find anyone else. I want him, but he cheated on me.

I’m going to hurt a lot more before I get better.” I lay back on the couch, wondering when things all went wrong.

Zoe kneels down in front of me, placing a hand on me knee. “Do you want me to stay in with you? I can miss this class?”

“Go,” I try to smile. “At least one of us needs to graduate from college. I’ll be fine.”

“Babe, are you sure?”

“Zoe, go! I promise I’ll stay busy. I have a thesis to write.”

“Wuthering Heights is on my book shelf if you need an escape. I know it’s one of your favorites. I’ll be back in a couple hours, ok? I love you, Y/N.” I watch my roommate blow me kisses as she heads out the door.

It wasn’t a hard decision, coming to the  clearing. I hiked it hundreds of times with Shawn and it held so many memories. Maybe it was torture, reminding myself of all the laughs we shared here, but I don’t care. All caring does is create disappointment.

I lay the flannel blanket down and take a seat, looking around at the trees. There’s a park to my right and picnic tables to my left. A small family is eating sandwiches. The girl is drinking chocolate milk while her mother braids her blonde hair.

“I thought you’d be here.”

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spacetaemin  asked:

discussion question: is one of kai's hands for taemin or for kyungsoo? why or why not? support your answer with evidence from the text

well damn amy i may as well write my college thesis on this but let’s get into it shall we

because kai’s first hand is obviously for krystal as we have discussed in the past, while his second hand is clearly for Taemin

if we’re going to go into textual evidence, let’s start with the basics

as we all know, Taemin and Kai have known each other since trainee days, as was shown on the 4 Things episode from when Taemin had his solo debut

like lmao tbt to when everyone thought that Kai was Taemin’s brother when this picture got released

look at those two buddies roamin’ the streets going shopping doing whatever it is guys do idfk

then there’s of course Taemin and Kai’s first award show together!!! 2011 gayo daejun!!! 

in this video at 56 seconds you can clearly see Amber (bless her) pushing Kai towards Taemin and then soon enough to two sweet bubs are smiley and laughing and just so cute they’re such good pals

then maxstep happened and that was truly a blessing like come on taekai in a car together

u know what weird fanfics happened after that and i’m not ashamed to say i read a fair few of them

plus let’s not forget the iconic Pretty Boy and all it’s performances!!! the jam of all jams. truly a bop. best hit. my all time favorite song ever honestly

like honestly i could go on for days how taekai are true bro goals like

they go get ice cream together

they go on romantic walks in the park together

just look at Kai’s arm draped gracefully over Taemin’s shoulders, what a true pal

so sweet

literally they never stop touching each other the skinship in this friendship is Truly Magnificent 

so much hand holding god bless the hand holding it’s so sweet so delicate so pure and wholesome

and let’s not forget the beauty that was this photoshoot like honestly it was the best photoshoot in the history of all photoshoots

not only are they holding hands in this picture, but taemin’s hand is placed gently on kai’s waist what True Pals

and we mustn’t forget

the Most Pure Moment. look at that. such a loving embrace. like Taemin’s group has just won yet it’s Kai who’s crying harder. is this not true friendship??? being proud of your pal for achieving so much and working so hard and being Recognized for it??

basically Taemin and Kai are True Pals, Best Bros, Friendship Goals of the Century

and yet it has dare been asked who Kai’s second hand is for??? no question about it. Taemin and Kai will hold hands for the rest of eternity

dragonsendings  asked:

Hi, I'm writing regarding the accuracy of the Sutematsu post. Most of these are summarized in a reddit thread "How accurate is this popular post about the first Japanese woman to go to college, Sutematsu Oyama?", but I wanted to address the Vassar facts- while Sutematsu did give a speech at commencement, it was a presentation of her thesis (not as valedictorian). Vassar was a women's college founded in 1861, so saying women had only been admitted for 10yrs in 1882 is misleading and inaccurate.

I corrected that point within hours of it going up - it was due to a combination of weird wording in my source and wonky note-taking. Problem is, I can’t edit or reupload the images in Tumblr, Facebook, or Imgur posts, so I continually get critiqued for that sort of thing. As I say repeatedly, I’m an illustrator and computer graphics guy by background, not a historian - I try my damndest to get these things right, but I don’t have an encyclopedic knowledge of everything. This may not matter to /r/AskHistorians, but hey. I’m human. :-/

As regards whether she was valedictorian: I don’t know. This book, this book, and this quote from her great-granddaughter indicate that she was. I did not pull this out of thin air. I also do not have the resources to go to the Vassar archives and double-check every statement in my sources. I consider it a largely inconsequential note to her story.

Hey guys! How is everybody doing?

As for me I need to work (translation) before I can get down to study the topics for my last exam of the BA linguistics program… 😢 I will miss this so much, but you know life must go on…

Thesis passed!!!!

For those who have been following along, I just wanted to give a quick update. I passed my thesis presentation!! After this month I’ll have a MF'in MFA!!!! And just so you know, it took me 4 years after high school to go back to college. It’s been a really long drawn out journey, but I’m finally at the end. So whether you’re just graduated or aren’t sure if it’s too late, it’s not! Keep going, and if you ever need a cheerleader, come to me. I will overload you with optimism and shitty videos and/or gifs 🙌👌

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2.28.2017 | See? Progress! Yeah…

Here’s more or less what I presented last Wednesday, with a few extras added in (like the crowd walk and the shot of Aster sighing). Also animation notes! For that Thesis Bible we’re supposed to be working on!

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pairing: reader x lin
summary: After graduating from UCLA, you would find any way to escape having to go back home. Lucky for you, your Aunt Jasmine Cephas Jones had organized a way for you to have the adventure you’d never gotten to have before. You’re ready to take her up on the offer.
warnings: rpf (naturally), mentions of teen pregnancy, swearing
a/n: so this chapter is the Best and y’all should appreciate it for the cutest ever
tagged: @defenestrate-yourself-please @justabravelittleblogger @decayingtrash @andschuyler

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 5)

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tehmegacharizardx  asked:


!!!!!!! Thank you so much!!!!! 

Quick story: When we made our grad films, we also had to defend it (like any college thesis!) we had to tell people what our objective was in making our respective films. My objective behind huspy was for people to see the film and no matter what age or even if they had a really bad day, they’d watch it and it will be able to make them smile (even if it was just for 5 minutes!)

So tldr; I’m really glad to hear that my objective for the film is working, making you guys happy despite your school works!! It made all those rough nights making it very much worthwhile!!! 

Hello loves, 

after writing four term papers in the last few weeks, this masterpost idea came to my mind. Those are just my personal strategies for what to do if you can’t seem to form any coherent sentences - if any of you want to add something to this, please do! :) 

1. The Blank Page

Nothing is worse than a blank page to start with. Anything you write seems stupid, you delete it, and the blank page is there again.

Fill your paper with formalities. Write your name, your professor’s name, the course’s name, the page number, and the topic. If you already have an outline, write the headings and subheadings and number them, so all you have to do is fill the space in between. Start on the Works Cited list. That way, your word count isn’t zero anymore and the page looks less frightening.

2. The “This Sounds Stupid”

If you’ve spent the last 10 minutes rephrasing the same statement about a thousand times because it just doesn’t seem to sound good, it’s not helping.

Just write it down and italicise/bold/colour/underline it so you know that you need to come back to this during proofreading. In the first writing stage, it’s more important to get the content down that to make the words sound elaborate and nice.

3. The Language Block

Sometimes, I just feel like there cannot possibly be any more English words for me to use. You look at your last full stop and you just don’t know how to even write a sentence anymore, let alone one with good content that fits your argumentation.

Take a break. Honestly. Give yourself at least two hours to do something different so your brain can reset.

Personal Tip: This is not for everyone, I know, but I found that it really helps. When I get a language block, I switch to writing a creative piece. Fanfics are great for that, but you could also try haikus or a letter to your grandparents. You’ll know exactly what to write, you have a plan of action for the characters or an event you can recount, and the words will come to you. This is why I almost always post a oneshot when I have an essay to write. 

4. The Topic Decision

Don’t know where to start? A good place to go from are presentations you held in class or short essays you already wrote. Maybe you’ve discussed a poem or looked up a definition of something, or you’ve read a study in class. Use Google Scholar or your textbook to find related topics and research problems. Go to the library, find the section on one author or phenomenon, and just flip through a few books. Chances are that you’ll find a topic that interests you - narrow it down until it fits into your word limit, for example by choosing a specific passage to discuss, and you’re good to go and formulate a thesis statement. 

If all fails and you can’t seem to decide on a topic, please go and talk to your teacher or professor in advance. Like, as soon as possible. They’ll be able to give you a few suggestions, maybe even book recommendations or interesting links. It might be a good idea to send them your thesis statement and a tentative outline of your essay before you start writing it to be sure they approve.

I hope this will help some of you! Have a wonderful day :)

Love, Meike x

+ my masterposts

Consider marine biologist!Izuku finding and possibly falling for dangerous and foul-mouthed merman!Katsuki during one of his scuba diving sessions.

“P-please don’t eat me.” Izuku cried in panic as he saw the mysterious sea creature make its way closer. Piercing crimson eyes stares directly at Izuku’s frightened face as the creature swam towards him in an alarming speed, Izuku saw his life flashing before his eyes as he decided to close them, waiting for the attack.

Izuku was expecting unbearable pain to course through his body any moment, but after a few seconds passed and still nothing, he opened his eyes to see himself face to face with a beautiful blonde boy satring at him with curious red eyes, he is titling his head to the side as if he was contemplating on what to do with Izuku, eyes never leaving Izuku’s face.

The mysterious blonde opened his mouth to speak, revealing sharp teeth which Izuku found capable of breaking bones and ending life, but before his mind could panic at the thought, the blonde’s voice cut off any coherent thought inside Izuku’s head.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing on my territory you piece of shit? You’re lucky it was me who found your perky little ass or else you’d be fucking dead by now. You’re in fucking barracuda territory right now of all places, you stupid piece of land meat, and if any of those bastards saw you, that ass of yours won’t save shit.”

“Ummm…” now, Izuku is a smart boy, he graduated college with a degree and everything. He’s graduated at the top of his class with a thesis on marine life he’d be happy to talk about with anyone. He’s got the job he’s always wanted through years of studying and research. Izuku is smart but the blonde seems to think otherwise.

“You’re not going to eat me?” the uncertainty and fear in Izuku’s voice made the blonde smirk. “Why in Neptune’s name would i fucking want to eat you, dipshit? I’d rather eat one of my arm before i sink my teeth on your dry freckled skin.”

“Oh… im sorry, I-”

“Why the hell are you apologizing? Look, just get back to your damn boat and get the fuck out of here before any of those bastards find you. I think i saw it near the coral reefs.”

The blonde began to swim in said direction and without a second thought, Izuku began to follow him. They made their way to the boat with the Izuku closely following behind him.

They managed to get to the boat safety and Izuku began to climb his way up, once he’s safely on the boad, he looked down on the water for the blonde. He was still staring at Izuku, deep red eyes shining bright under the sun, he was beautiful.

“I’m Izuku by the way, Midoriya Izuku. What’s your name?” izuku asked, curious and hopeful.

“Katsuki.” The blonde answered, turning his back on Izuku, already on his way to leave.

“Thank you for saving me, Katsuki.”

The blonde stops, sighs, waves a webeed hand and says. “don’t get yourself killed, I won’t be there to save your ass a second time.”

Before Izuku could say anything back, Katsuki was already diving into the waves, the last thing Izuku saw of the blonde was his tail splashing into the water as he sawm deeper into the sea.

Izuku stayed glued on his spot, eyes staring into the water hoping and waiting for blonde hair and red eyes to come resurfacing from the sea to yell at him. With a sigh, Izuku felt something sink, maybe it was his body collapsing from exhaustion or maybe it was something else entirely. Whatever it was, the blonde foul-mouthed merman was definitely the cause of it all.