this is the most boring lecture even

Help I’m sitting in a history lecture about medieval gothic architecture and honestly it’s the most boring thing I have ever heard in my life (We are NOT even talking about architecture we are talking about theology and bread) AHHHHHHHHHH

“Your eyes are as endless as space.”

“No, wait, don’t tell me. You got in trouble again.”

“Thinking you won’t get caught is where it starts to go wrong.”

“I’m offended you don’t think I can’t see when you’re upset.”

“Even the strongest friendship can fall apart if you don’t work to keep it.”

“Wake me up when the most boring lecture of my life is over.”


yo so today is my girl @makapedia ‘s birthday, and i’ve been sitting on this prompt for literal ages:

because i was in a summer psychology class back in the day, and thought “dude i’ll write this for kat’s birthday” AND TODAY IS THAT DAY SO CHEERS TO MY FIRST SOUL EATER FIC AND CHEERS TO KAT HOPE UR BDAY IS FANTASTIC

Imagine the worst possible scenario–summer, let’s say late June. 9 AM. Three hour lecture (can you even call it a lecture if there are only 15 of us? Whatever.) with the most boring professor in the entire fucking college, who has the AC on 50 fucking degrees. Why so specific, you ask? This is the hell I’m living. I’ve got to wear a God damn jacket or else I’m going to catch a cold.

And I’m 15 minutes late with an iced coffee. Excellent.

The professor doesn’t even acknowledge me when I slip through the door, into the middle row, but the girl next to me does. She squints while she adjusts her pens and highlighters, neatly lined up on her desk next to her notebook. Her handwriting is so tiny and perfect, God. Just like her tightly pulled back hair, not a strand out of place; just like the symmetry of her face, the space between her eyes, the curve of her nose–and yeah, just like the pout she’s giving me right now.

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monday morning you look so fine

2k of a professor!niall/student!harry fic (no age gap, no major warnings)

The last problem Niall expected to run into when he landed his first lecturer gig as a doctoral candidate at UPenn was having an affair with one of his students. He always reckoned he just had too much sense for that, thanks, and gone on to fret about what if they hated him, what if he couldn’t stop stuttering through his lectures, what if he threw up and passed out in the middle of the classroom. Stuff like that. 

He hadn’t reckoned on Harry Styles, is the thing. 

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my astronomy professor is literally the most boring lecturer i’ve ever had like i don’t even know how you can make fucking outer space boring but he has it mastered